#look at these sweet toys being the best supportive and encouraging friends ever

[its-elioo]

Okay, since my last post UNEXPECTEDLY blew up, I'm gifting you all with more random doodles of this AU.

I really have to think of a name for this squad, hm hm.

[jungkxook]

—dirty talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / innocent!reader + fluff / smut 

⟶ words: 8,957

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend for help with sex is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less.

⟶ warnings: brief accidental sexting?, the ‘oh no! accidentally sent nudes to the wrong person who also has sexual tension with you!’ trope but we cut it quick bc these two are idiots, masturbation, sex toys (just a vibrator), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, handjob, blowjob, cum eating, doggy style, breast play/fondling, spit play, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, protected sex, aftercare!!

⟶ note: this is part two to body talk but this can be read on it’s own without really reading the first part!!! also tagging @ddaechwita​ bc she constantly encourages my wooyoung simping and let me ramble to her about this fic hehe also there will most definitely be a part three to this!! 

⟶ part three can be read here!

It’s a little known fact that you will do anything for Wooyoung.

He’s your best friend, and so it’s always been that way. The only one to make him laugh when he’s stressed, the only one to calm his nerves when he’s mad, the only one to see him cry, far from prying eyes and behind closed doors, when he’s upset. When you were kids, and he fell down from his bike and broke his leg, you spent the entire summer with him on the sidelines, stowed away in his house binge-watching every and any movie, while his friends ran off to play. When you were a junior in high school, you snuck him out of detention and whisked him away to a party in the next city over. 

Wherever he went, or wanted to go, you would be dragged along, and you had no qualms about it. Wooyoung, for all intents and purposes, somehow managed to make it all look so easy, with the world in the palm of his hand, and you would do anything to witness it all.

Which is why, one day, when you were twelve, you had told yourself in an innocent yet heartfelt manner that Wooyoung was a boy you could only ever dream of having as your husband and, given the chance, you would marry him in a heartbeat. It was a silly little joke at the time, one that both yours and Wooyoung’s parents liked to indulge in from time to time, constantly supporting the idea of the two of you getting married one day. But then Wooyoung started liking girls other than you. Then, college happened. Then, Yeonjun happened.

Now, you swear Yeonjun’s your dream man. Jinsol thinks you’re just being a simp, and maybe you are. 

But your first date with Yeonjun went better than you ever could have imagined. After months of fantasizing what it would be like to be with him ━ daydreaming in your classes as you gaze at him, thinking of him at any and all hours of the day, giggling over late night texts he sends your way ━ what more could you want?

He’s charming in all the right ways, chivalrous and attentive, pulling out all the stops to impress you, as if you needed any more impressing. Complimenting the pretty floral dress you put on for him, holding open doors, pulling out your chair at the restaurant, insisting to pay for dinner even when you haughtily protest because it’s the 21st century and you should split the bill. He listens when you talk, and listens some more when you gush about a favourite hobby, all bright-eyed and smiles. He’s funny, and sweet, not overbearing in any way ━ a satisfying contrast and triumph after trying to sort through the rest of your college male population for a date. 

You could almost swear Yeonjun’s your dream man.

Besides, any doubts you could have about him would be squashed by the second date, and surely by the third, right? 

Wrong.

Because, for some reason, your third date with Yeonjun leaves you feeling as indecisive as the first, despite having a good time, which is a bad omen you can’t quite seem to wrap your head around. 

“I don’t know. He just hasn’t made any moves,” You sigh now to your roommate and friend. Jinsol sits across from you at her vanity where she had been in the process of writing an essay before you interrupted her by storming into her room and sprawling out on her bed. 

“Nothing?” Fortunately, Jinsol seems more invested in your love life (or lack thereof) than her essay. 

“I mean, he kissed me on the cheek on our first date, and he held my hand on the second date, but other than that… It feels like we’re going nowhere,” You muse. “Is it always like that? Is he even into me or is he just pitying me at this point?”

Jinsol, on the other hand, seems to have it all sorted out. She’s reading you like a psychologist, tapping her pen against her pursed lips. “So, let me get this straight: you like Yeonjun, but you’re ready to give up because he’s not railing you at this very moment.”

“What? No!” You sputter for air, but a small piece of you timidly wonders if maybe she’s right. “That’s not it at all. I just… I love being with him, and I love how nice he treats me. But… is it wrong to kind of wish for things to be moving a little bit faster?”

“Hmm,” Jinsol hums. “Maybe you just need to spice it up a bit.”

“How do I do that?”

“Well… Maybe Yeonjun doesn’t want to make the next big move because he’s scared how you’ll react,” Jinsol says. “So, take the lead. Send him nudes or something.”

She says it as if it were easy, but you have no idea how to remind her that up until three weeks ago, you were still a virgin. You flop back onto her bed with a hefty sigh. “You’re no help.”

“It doesn’t have to be full nudity,” she insists. “Men are so simple. Just, like, send him a pic of your sideboob and I’m sure he’ll bust a nut. Or some cute lingerie.” 

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out.”

Jinsol snorts in response. Instead of urging you on to sexually exploit yourself, she chooses to ask, “How does Wooyoung feel about all this?”

“Wooyoung?”

“Yeah. You did sleep with him.” Okay, so maybe Jinsol doesn’t need reminding that you asked your best friend to take your virginity and he had so readily accepted the offer because what else are friends for? You’re still not so sure why you decided to tell her the truth, but you’re certain she would have read it on your face in an instant, so there wasn’t really a point to lying to her. “I’m sure he has something to say. How exactly do you propose you move on together as friends when you’ve had him between your legs?” 

“It was just a one time thing,” You insist. “He knows that.”

“Are you sure?”

You’re not so sure if you even know or want it to be more. You hate it when it feels like she’s right. Except you swear she’s not. The tiny voice in the back of your head that objects to Jinsol’s inquiries and Yeonjun’s presence is shaped in the form of Wooyoung, but you know it doesn’t mean anything. 

While you and Wooyoung have moved on from that night as well as a pair of friends can ━ diving immediately back into your innocent and chaste friendship almost as soon as the day after your night with him ━ you’re scared to wonder distantly if he’s thought of the night at all since then. Aside from gifting you a hot pink vibrator as a joke (practice makes perfect, he had said) a few days after which you’ve since stowed away deep in the confinements of your closet, he hasn’t exactly spoken about the moment shared between you two ━ and you’re not quite sure if you want him to or not.

As if on cue, your phone dings with a message that lights up the screen. You read it swiftly:

From: wooyo❤️ Sent: 1:25p.m.

yours on friday? feeling like ramen and bingeing harry potter 

And how could you say no to him? Because above everything else ━ Yeonjun, Jinsol, and your own worries aside ━ you’re scared to wonder distantly that while you like to insist Yeonjun’s this charming boy of your dreams, Yeonjun’s not Wooyoung.

When Jinsol said to take nudes for Yeonjun, you didn’t think you would take her this seriously. Yet, here you are.

To be fair, you figured you’d start off easy and small and take her advice on sending him something in a pretty piece of lingerie. What could possibly go wrong with that? Which is why that leaves you here, the same night as your discussion with Jinsol, standing in front of your vanity mirror in nothing but your underwear. It’s the sexiest piece you could find in your closet without going to spend dozens of dollars on a fancier set. A black see-through lace bra, and similar matching panties. 

You take about a hundred pictures, fussing over angles and lighting (and then think, fuck it, and take a few topless ones, before you remind yourself that you have no idea what you’re doing and to reel back on your excitement) until you settle on one mirror picture in which your face is covered by your phone and only your torso can be seen. At the very least, Jinsol’s out of town, having left early for the weekend to be with her family, leaving you to your own devices, and the thought of doing something so out of your comfort zone thrills you to no end, outweighing any thought of possible drastic outcomes.

So, you spend another eternity debating over whether or not you should actually send it until you ultimately cave in. Opening up your phone, you click on Yeonjun’s messages and quickly send the picture.

Then, as if plagued, you toss your phone away from you and try to calm your nerves. Until, not even five minutes later, your phone lights up with an incoming message: 

From: wooyo❤️ Sent: 10:25 p.m.

well, shit 

is it my lucky day?

You spend less than a second trying to foolishly decipher his cryptic text before you unlock your phone and reality slaps you in the face. 

Oh.

Oh, fuck. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this isn’t good. 

This is far from good.

You sent it to Wooyoung.

So, maybe in your anxious haste, you mistakenly tapped on Wooyoung’s messages instead of Yeonjun’s, and maybe now you’re starting to realize why you were ever nervous in the first place to send nudes because it’s a such a stupid idea. How are you ever supposed to live this down? At the very least, it’s not as if he hasn’t already seen you in far less clothing, but that does little in calming you when you consider the fact that Wooyoung hasn’t mentioned the night he took your virginity, and so neither have you. 

It doesn’t stop you from panicking though. You urgently fumble to call him, heart racing as you lift your phone to your ear. He answers the call just as quickly as he had replied to your picture, but doesn’t stand a chance in even speaking first when you frantically start spewing excuses.

“Oh my god, Wooyoung, I’m so sorry. I was just messing around and━”

“It’s okay.” You hear him laugh on the other end, and it helps calm your shrilly beating heart, only just. “If it means anything, it was pretty hot.”

“Wooyoung,” You whine miserably, hiding your face in the palm of your hand as if he can even see. You dread when your heart flutters in your chest at his words. 

“You’re the one who sent it to me,” he quips smugly.

“It was an accident. It wasn’t meant to go to you.”

“Oh.” A beat of silence surpasses as he pauses to register this. “It wasn’t? Who was it for then?”

“I━” You stammer hotly. It’s not as if you’re lying to him, but yet your face warms with a certain type of timidness that you can’t deny. “Well, Jinsol said she thinks I should make the next move with Yeonjun because he hasn’t and━”

“So you went out and bought that for Yeonjun?”

“I’ve had it for a while.”

“You don’t just buy sexy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “How long were you planning to lose your virginity, exactly?”

You roll your eyes as you settle back onto your bed. “I bought it because it made me feel sexy.”

Wooyoung lets out a small breathless chuckle. “Well, it’s definitely working.”

God, you hate this. Every certain thing he says drives you insane, like now. Does he even realize? Do you? You try to find excuses for the way your heart skips a beat every time, but lately it feels as if you’re grasping at straws.

“Wooyoung,” You whine softly. “Don’t say that kind of stuff.”

“Why not?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and the tantalizing tone of his words. “I can stop if you want me to.”

“No.” You say this a little too quickly, and you hope he doesn’t notice. “No, I don’t want you to.”

Oh. If you were next to him, Wooyoung would certainly be a lost cause, gnawing on his lower lip. He’s fortunate at the very least either way you wouldn’t be able to tell the way your words shoot a nerve right down to his dick. So, tauntingly, he tries again. “Anyway, can’t believe you were keeping something like that a secret from me. You should’ve worn it that night.”

Frazzled, you find yourself probing him onward with a dazed, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, and are left even more so confused by his next brazen statement. “Would’ve had sex with you in that instead. Then maybe you could have sent a picture of that to Yeonjun.”

You hate how his words have such an effect on you, but it’s a thought you now can’t not imagine. Sprawled out beneath him in the same pretty piece, just for him, as he drives you to euphoria and back. Almost instinctively, your thighs press together, and you scoff out a small, weak, “You’re so dumb.” 

But you’ve never spoken so casually yet so crudely with Wooyoung, and the thought alone is enough to drive you insane. You crave to hear more from him, unabashed excitement coursing through your veins like electricity. So, gathering your wits, you smile a little to yourself. “No, you know what? I think I’ll just settle on one of the topless ones to send to Yeonjun.”

“T-Topless?” Wooyoung sputters. “So you took full nudes?”

“Maybe I did.”

“You’re driving me crazy, do you know that?”

He hears you let out an airy and dismissive giggle, and though you choose not to answer, he wonders if you believe him. Elsewhere, you wonder if he means it. Instead, after a short pensive pause, you muster the courage to ask, “Have you… Have you thought about it at all? You know…?”

“That night?” Wooyoung asks. He’s quiet for a long while, and you start to think you’ve asked something detrimental before he finally responds. “Hmm… Not really. Sometimes.”

That’s certainly not what you were expecting. But does it even matter? 

If you consider the thought, what were you even expecting to hear from him? It had been your suggestion in the first place after all, and an offer that he had graciously taken you upon for the sake of “helping” you. There was never supposed to be any obligations or consequences or any other sort of outcomes for that night. Everything he’s said since then has just been a way to play with you, and certainly now. There’s no reason for him to think about that night in any other implication, other than for what it was. Just sex, albeit with your best friend. And maybe that’s all you’ll ever be to him.

It shouldn’t matter anyway. At the very least, you have Yeonjun. 

So then why doesn’t that make you feel any better?

You hate this.

You can’t seem to think straight, your mind a constant whirlwind of thoughts springing from Wooyoung to Yeonjun and back again. A never ending ceaselessly worrying cycle of the two boys, with every thought ending right back on Wooyoung. Friday arrives fast, and while you’re certain the entire population of your school have ventured off in search of whatever wild ensuing frat party is being held that night for a reason to get drunk, you’re left home alone. Jinsol is still gone, away in her hometown, leaving you here, sprawled out on your bed in your room by yourself, wallowing in your own thoughts. 

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about your conversation with Wooyoung from the night before from the accidental almost-nude situation. But, moreover, while you’ve tried not to dwell too long on the night Wooyoung took your virginity almost three weeks ago, it still seems to find a way to worm itself into your mind; and, meanwhile, it seems as if it has left Wooyoung’s mind altogether ━ or, rather, isn’t on his mind in the way you would like. But your own feelings for him are a scrambled mess, because you swear you don’t have feelings for him. 

Still, as far as you’re concerned, that whole moment could have very well been just a wild figment of your imagination. But it’s not. It’s very much real. You remember it well, in the haunting ghost of his touch on you. The shape of his lips as they mark your body all over; the way it felt when he had his head between your legs, the way it felt when he was in you. There was no forgetting the lingering touches he left on you in his wake. You’ve certainly never felt that way before, coming undone at his every advances. 

You’ve thought about it in detail, and in less detail, in your dreams and awake, over the past few weeks, but each time you’ve shushed it away like the dirty little secret it is. 

God, you really, really, really hate this. 

But not as much as you hate Wooyoung for making you feel this way, and it isn’t even his fault. Not even you know why you’re starting to lose your cool, but you’ll be damned if you ever tell him. 

You miss that night. You miss his warmth. You miss the euphoria and pleasure. (Maybe you just miss him). 

Maybe that’s what you need. A way to release all your tension, and reminiscence in that fading pleasure a little longer. You’re starting to realize that maybe you simply just have needs that aren’t being met. 

Fuck it, you think. 

Still sprawled on your bed, your hand moves to dip between your thighs shyly, slipping below the waistband of your leggings. You know the way, have touched yourself before in the past, but it’s not something you usually try, if only because it never quite feels right, never quite drives you to euphoria. Still, you touch yourself now over your panties and are startled at the sudden pooling wetness that’s already there. Wasting no time, you try rubbing your fingers at your clit in small, quick circles, desperately trying to feel something, but it’s all wrong. You can’t seem to focus. 

You can sense your mind start to wander towards Wooyoung, but you hastily try to imagine Yeonjun instead. Yeonjun touching you where you want, kissing you where you want. You try again, dipping your fingers past the material of your panties, but it isn’t the same. Something’s missing. Maybe you’re just trying too hard.

The little black box is still stashed away in your closet, harbouring the god awful hot pink vibrator Wooyoung had bought you. Would it be so wrong to try? If you even know how to use it. But Wooyoung had said it would be helpful for practice, and that you don’t have to be good at getting off as long as it makes you feel good.

So, you stagger off your bed and dig around through your closet for the box, pulling the toy out from within. Then, you strip yourself from your leggings, and settle back onto your bed. The bullet vibrator clicks on with a buzzing hum, and you try again. You press it lightly to your clit, then a bit harder as the pressure starts to build, the vibrations sending chills up your body. It makes your hips buck forward almost instantly, and a sudden cry slips past your lips. You spread your thighs a little wider, running the toy along your folds, teasing it at your entrance. What did Wooyoung say? Imagine every little thing you want to have happen to you, and do it.

You can’t help yourself. Your mind starts to wander to Wooyoung even before you can stop it. 

The night comes flooding back to you. You think of what it felt like to kiss Wooyoung, the taste and feeling of his lips; the way it felt when he had his head burrowed in your leaking cunt, all wet and messy as he had you coming on his tongue. The feeling of his fingers stretching you open, and then his dick. The way he fit so snugly inside you, filling you to the brim, pounding into you so hard, you could barely form a coherent thought. How soft and careful he was at the same time, despite trying not to get so carried away himself. You picture his face, the way it had been so contorted with pleasure because of you and the way you were making him feel, dark hooded eyes and praises meant only for you.

“W-Wooyoung━” His name tumbles from your lips in a needy whimper. There’s a small thought in the back of your head that warns you to stop, but how can you when it feels so good? To imagine him, here with you. 

You push the vibrator past your slick folds with ease. Thrusting it into yourself, you let your other hand come up to rub at your clit, and the added sensation has your head spinning, your hips bucking forward, and teeth gnawing on your lower lip. You’re already so wet, the vibrator glides into you so smoothly, your walls sucking it in. You can feel yourself clench at the thought of Wooyoung’s dick replacing your efforts, and another whine in the shape of his name sounds from you when━

“Y/N?”

Oh, crap. 

You nearly jump from the bed when you hear Wooyoung’s all too familiar voice, dragging you harshly back down to reality. Fleetingly, you think this is just a terrible nightmare, but then you see Wooyoung standing by your door, wide-eyed and mouth agape. As you come to your senses, you somehow manage to turn the vibrator off, fling it to the side, and toss your bed sheets over your exposed lower half. This is it, you think miserably to yourself, this is where you die from crippling embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Wooyoung!” You exclaim, mortified, your face burning intensely. How the hell do you recover from this? “What are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”

“I━ Uh…” Wooyoung blinks, trying to recollect himself. “Thought we agreed it was movie night tonight? And you weren’t answering your texts or the door, but then I remembered you gave me a spare key because that one time you locked yourself out when Jinsol was out of town━” He says this briskly, sweeping over the obvious fact to instead gawk at you some more. “Er… I’m sorry. Were you just━?”

“No!” You cry out, as if you haven’t been so obviously caught in the act. You dread to know how long he’s been watching, let alone if he’s heard you moan his name. You toss one of your pillows at his head in defense but he dodges it swiftly, grabbing onto it instead. 

He bursts out into amused laughter. “Glad to know you were putting my gift to use.”

“Wooyoung, we are not discussing this right now. Can you just━ Oh god, this is so awkward. Can you just go?”

“You want me to leave?” Wooyoung blinks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so stubborn,” You quip, exasperated. “Then can you give me a minute? I’m trying not to pass away here from embarrassment.”

He clearly can tell you’re nervous, staring anywhere but at him. Your frazzled expression and tight grip on the bed sheets is evidence enough for him. Still, he lingers, gnawing on his lower lip as he eyes you closely. 

“Don’t be. That was fucking hot.” He takes a cautious step into the room. “Besides, masturbation is a healthy, normal part of life. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Yeah, you begrudge, but maybe thinking of your best friend while you do it isn’t so normal. “Wooyoung.” 

“I could help you,” he suggests quickly. Then, fearing he’s been a little too bold, he adds, “If you wanted me to.”

“Y-You… what?”

“It just looked like you were struggling a bit,” he points out. “I could help. Think of it as… Friends helping friends. Like we agreed on before.”

“Shut up.” The room feels as if it starts to spin.

The faintest of taunting smirks tugs at his lips. “Then I guess I’ll just leave you to it.”

You think he’s bluffing, and you certainly don’t think you’ll take him up on his offer, until you watch him turn slowly on his heel to walk back out of your room. It’s only then that your weak-willed self finally caves. “Wait! Woo━”

He pauses at once, spinning back around to face you. The tantalizing grin is still plastered on his face.

“Don’t go,” You plead finally. You aren’t quite sure what possesses you to be so honest to him but, then again, it is Wooyoung. He knows you better than you know yourself. “It’s just so… It’s so frustrating!”

“What is?”

“This!” You moan miserably. “It doesn’t feel right. I don’t get how you guys are able to jerk off, like, every hour.”

Wooyoung bites at his lip to hide his amused smile as he finally steps further into your room. “You’re thinking too much about it. Just focus on the pleasure. Try again.”

“Right now?” You stammer.

But Wooyoung doesn’t answer, instead looking expectantly on. So, you shyly grab the vibrator again and peel back the duvet covering your exposed legs. He watches as you turn the toy back on, knees buckled together and hiding most of the show. His attentive eyes never leave you though, and you try to keep your gaze locked on him until you’re pressing the toy against your clit and your lashes droop at the feeling. It’s oddly electrifying to have him watch you so closely as you try to get off before him, but then you want more, and beckon for him in a small whine.

“Poor thing,” he tuts. He clambers onto your bed, and wedges your knees apart at once so that you’re on full display for him, glistening cunt and all. Wooyoung figures if he stays still any longer, he might just bust a nut without even being in you and hastens to comply. “I’ll stop teasing you. Let me help.”

“Please,” You choke out.

So, his hand lightly brushes yours away from the toy as he takes control of it. He focuses it on your clit first, pressing the vibrating tip of it firmly against the sensitive nub, causing your hips to twitch beneath him. You marvel at how the feeling of the toy is similar to before, but somehow his actions seem to make it entirely different in a good way. Rubbing it in small circles against you, you simper with delight and reach out eagerly to pull him down to you to catch your lips on his. He welcomes it entirely, smiling into the kiss as he glides the vibrator down to your folds, teasing your entrance which is already slick with arousal.

He feels your mouth pop open against his at the feeling, and he chuckles to himself. He nips at your lower lip, suckling at it. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” You moan. “Wooyoung.”

“Bet it doesn’t feel as good as my hands,” he muses thoughtfully. He moves to kiss at the underside of your jaw as he runs the vibrator back up to your clit, then down again. “Or my mouth. Does it?”

“N-No,” You admit sheepishly, in a breathy groan. 

“What about my dick?” he continues insouciantly. “Must really miss it if you’re so desperate to get off with this toy.”

As he presses the vibrator a little more firmly against your clit, you whine in response. “Fuck, Woo…”

“Want more?” He kisses at your throat now, nipping at the delicate skin. “I can make you feel so good, I promise. You know I can.”

“Please, Woo.” 

You hasten to catch his lips on yours and, a moment of clarity dawning on him, you can hear him murmur gently against your mouth, “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You can only manage to nod in response, hands fisting in his hair. But it’s the small reassuring tone in his voice that sends your heart into a flutter, even amongst all the building pleasure. You watch as he pulls apart from you to settle himself between your thighs, shifting your legs further apart. As he presses the vibrating toy against your folds again, he sticks out his tongue to tease the hard muscle against your clit. He busies himself by sucking and lapping at the sensitive bud, slowly edging the toy past your folds, with just the tip’s end gyrating against you. 

“F-Fuck, Wooyoung,” You whine, a broken yet delighted noise. 

Wooyoung marvels momentarily at how sexy you sound, revels in how much he missed hearing you sound like this ━ and all because of him ━ and hastens to hear more. He works the toy further into you, thrusting it into you in a way that has your hips squirming; elsewhere, his mouth continues to work against you, lewd wet noises from his tongue and lips as he sucks against your clit sending you spiralling. All he can imagine is what it felt like to have his dick burrowed in your cunt, making you come around him and turning you into a pitiful mess. He glances up at you now and watches as you twist and turn, hands fisting at the sheets beneath you. Your brows crease together, and your pretty mouth open in a glorious moan.

“Fuck, fuck━” You cry out. “Wooyoung, I’m gonna━ Gonna come. Don’t stop, please━”

But your voice splinters off once more as you simper. The crescendoing build up of the toy’s vibrations, mixed with Wooyoung working it into you steadily, and his tongue against you, sends you teetering over the edge. He can feel you clench around the toy, his ministrations slowing as your pussy sucks it inward, and the sticky wetness pooling around your walls and the toy intensifies. 

“God, you’re fucking dripping,” he moans mostly to himself, as your head still seems to be in the clouds, so preoccupied by the way he’s making you feel. He twists the toy further into you to help you ride out your high, enjoying the way you moan out his name again and desperately try to grind against the toy, rubbing against his knuckles. “You’re so sexy like this. So needy for me.”

As you start to cringe from the oversensitivity, panting a wearied breath of air, Wooyoung pulls the toy away from you and turns it off, tossing it to the side. He can’t help but snicker amusedly at how blissfully exhausted you already look, and though he wants nothing more than to fuck himself into you, he refrains, favouring the idea of making sure you’re still enjoying yourself above anything else. Half an hour ago on the way to your apartment, Wooyoung couldn’t have even guessed he’d be in this same position with you again and, truthfully, wasn’t trying to push his luck anymore than what it was already gracing him with. Instead, he clambers back up your figure, pressing a delicate kiss to the underside of your jaw. His thumb rubs soft circles against your hip. “You good?”

“Amazing,” You giggle dreamily. 

“Ouch,” he quips tauntingly. “Don’t think I got that response when it was my dick instead of that toy.”

He feels your fingers jab at his sides if only because you both know he’s teasing. If he thinks back to that night, everything about it was near perfect. Your reaction afterward at least seemed to make him think so anyway.  

“You’re so stupid,” You retort now, and it makes him grin. 

“What got you feeling so frustrated anyway?” he tuts jokingly. It’s getting harder to focus as he keeps kissing down your jaw to your neck and back up again. Your neck cranes to allow him access, and he nibbles lightly at your throat. “Yeonjun?”

“We’re not discussing that.” 

“And why not?”

Because you’ve completely forgotten about Yeonjun at this point, only being reminded of the boy once Wooyoung mentioned him. To ignore this shameless thought, you gnaw at your lip as you gaze up at Wooyoung. You murmur a little softly and a little dazedly, “Because you talk too much, Wooyoung━”

He feigns mock hurt as he gasps at you, though you both know you’re not necessarily wrong. “I do not━”

You continue on as if you hadn’t heard him, “━And because I think I owe you a favour.”

“You━ Huh?” 

That definitely shuts him up, and he’s only left to continue gawking at you some more as you grasp at his face to pull him down for an eager kiss. Your hips jut upward to meet his, pressing against the growing hardness that is his dick.

“I want you in my mouth, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, fuck━” Wooyoung swears he nearly comes then and there. In fact, he’s left so stunned by your sudden boldness that he can’t help but continue to gawk even as you push him over until he’s splayed out beneath you and you’re straddling his hips. He can’t deny how devastatingly attractive it is to see you take charge, though he has to remind himself you’ve never done much sexually aside from the last time you slept with him. He stops you briefly, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wait, wait━ Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” You beg. “Just tell me what to do.”

Wooyoung bites at his lip as you reach out greedily to tug at the top of his pants, unzipping them enough to pull his dick from the tight confinements. He hisses delightfully as you grasp him at the base of his cock, palm warm around him. He hates how easily susceptible to you he is, practically melting in your hands. Elsewhere, you feel your heart in the center of your throat, adrenaline and excitement spurring you onward. He’s thicker in your hands than from what you remember, one bulging vein lining the side, and tip all angry red and glistening. The same familiar thought threatens to resurface in your mind, begging to ask you “is this what best friends do?” but you shoo it away as fast as it appears.

“Ah━ A little firmer. Y-Yeah, like that.” His lip stays wedged between his teeth as he instructs you, head threatening to fall back as you do as you’re told. You grip him a little tighter, pumping him at a steady pace that makes the room spin. “Fuck━ Fuck, you can━”

But his words splinter off when you run the palm of your hand over the tip of his cock, a throaty moan ripping from him that excites you even further. To have him so easily controlled beneath you and at your every touch sends you into a frenzy that wants you to please him more, let him fuck your throat raw. You descend onto him at once, licking up his length to the tip of his dick before wrapping your mouth around him. 

“Oh, shit,” he groans, hips bucking up into your mouth. “Fuck, yes. That feels so fucking good.”

“Let me give you more, Wooyoung, please,” You rasp against him. “Anything. Just tell me what feels good.”

“Just━” He nearly chokes when you let your tongue lav at his tip. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop?” 

You nod around his dick, wide eyes gazing up at him so prettily. He’s genuinely surprised he hasn’t come down your throat yet, but behind every lustful wish of his, is the apprehension to take care of you firstly. Just because you had sex with him once doesn’t mean you’re suddenly comfortable with everything. 

“O-Okay,” he says with much difficulty. “Okay. Can you see how much you can hold in your mouth for me, baby?”

You do as you’re told, sinking down onto his length. You go only so far as your mouth allows until it feels as if he’s hitting the back of your throat, and involuntarily gag around him. A wave of embarrassment washes over you until you notice him shudder, whimpering aloud. 

Your mouth pops off of him at once. “Fuck, Wooyoung.”

“Shit,” he winces through a pant. “Too much?”

“No, that was so hot. I need you to do that again.” 

He’s pleasantly surprised to hear you moan your words softly, maybe a little sheepishly. His eyes shimmer darkly, watching you so intently through his lashes as you sink down on him again. His hand almost instantly flies out to encompass the back of your head, steadying both of yourselves. He helps guide you the rest of the way, grunting. You don’t take him as far as last time, though where your mouth can’t reach, your hand takes over, pumping leisurely at the base of his throbbing cock. 

“Hollow out your cheeks a bit,” he says. “And━ A-And you can switch it up. Use your tongue instead of your hand sometimes. Ah━ Ah, fuck, yes. So good━”

You swallow around him out of instinct, and he nearly comes undone then and there. Another deep moan tumbles from him, his hand gripping tighter at your hair.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “Do that again, please.”

So, you do, gulping around him. Then, you run your tongue over the glistening tip of his dick while your hand follows suit, spreading his leaking precum and your saliva around his length. You find a steady rhythm, switching between your mouth and your hand, jerking him off in just a way that results in a wet mess, lewd squelches of your tongue and mouth around him filling his ears. Drool starts to pool out of the corners of your mouth, both it and his cum shining along your chin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good,” he cries. “You like it, huh? Having my cock stuffed in your mouth?” 

You moan languidly around him, nodding in response. It’s filthy and foul how quick you are to please him, so invested in seeing him come. The thrill of controlling him beneath you almost sends you over the edge. His hips buck up into your mouth, desperately trying to fuck himself into you, but he relents, only letting you give what you can take.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, sucking me off,” he whines. “Ah━ So fucking good.”

Another moan sounds from him as you take him as far as you can one more time, letting him hit the back of your throat. It seems to be the final straw for him, teetering close to his approach.

“Gonna come,” he rasps. “Fuck━ Wait, you don’t have to━”

He comes in your mouth and down your throat with one final moan as you swallow around him, and you do your best ━ of course you do ━ taking all of his cum and devouring it in one gulp that leaves him breathless. He had tried to warn you against it, but you had so readily welcomed it, and he’s still trying to recover from the aftermath of how sexy it was to witness even long after he’s finished painting your mouth in milky white. Some of it spills out of the corner of your mouth, saliva and cum dribbling down your chin but you lick it away at once as your head pops off of him. 

“Kinda like having you like this,” You giggle mostly to yourself. “A complete mess.”

Wooyoung struggles to catch his breath as you clamber back up to him. “You didn’t have to swallow.”

“Rather you come down my throat than on my bed sheets,” You quip. “Besides, I kinda liked it.”

Your answer simultaneously seems to make him want to laugh and moan. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll bust a nut again.”

“Charming,” You grin. “And tempting. I mean, we aren’t done now, are we?”

Wooyoung quirks a brow, a mischievous look dazzling his eyes. “Not unless you are. Still doing fine?”

You hum in reassurance, busying yourself by kissing up his throat. “Want more. Want you in me, Wooyoung.”

“Fuck, yes, please.” 

Exhilaration fills him to the brim as he flips you both over so you’re on your back. He can’t help but lean down to kiss you for a messy, heated kiss as you both sloppily try to help the other out of your clothes. When you’re both stripped bare, Wooyoung leans back on his knees and reaches for his wallet, procuring a condom from inside. He tears the wrapper off and slides the rubber along his glistening length, then pauses. 

“Don’t have any lube, do you?” he asks. “I don’t want it to feel uncomfortable for you.”

“No,” You shake your head. Then, suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. “Spit on me.”

Wooyoung gawks at you. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna actually kill me.”

Your airy snickers sound like music to his ears, but it fades out into a shallow moan as he runs his thumb up your folds to your clit. He leans over you, purses his lips, and spits directly onto your pussy, then again, using his thumb to run it along your already shimmering cunt. You whimper at the feeling, thighs instinctively spreading wider for him. Then, he positions his cock at your entrance, teasing the tip of it against your hole before slowly pushing into you with ease. Lube or spit, Wooyoung realizes you probably don’t even need either considering how wet you are. He hisses at the feeling, your warm walls sucking him in.

“W-Wooyoung,” You rasp, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, Wooyoung.”

God, you’ve missed this. So has Wooyoung. The feeling of his dick buried in your walls is something neither of you can never get used to, yet it feels so right. As if you were made for him. As if you were his. 

He sinks into you balls deep, stilling just for a moment to let you adjust to his size. He rubs comforting circles against your hips as he kisses you slowly. “Good? Comfortable?”

“More than,” You sigh. He thrusts into you carefully, adopting a relaxed pace. “Shit, Woo. Want you to wreck me so badly. Please━”

Wooyoung surely likes the sound of that. He nibbles at your ear lobe, murmuring, “Can we try something? Can you get on your knees for me? Turn around.”

He pulls out of you just briskly enough to help you to your knees. Then, he gets behind you. 

“Arch your back a bit more for me.”

You do as you’re told, jutting your ass out just right for him to guide his cock back into you, one hand planted firmly on the small of your back. He pushes all the way into you, and you swear you can feel him in the base of your stomach. A wanton moan falls from you as he settles you back onto his knees, pressing your back to his chest. 

“It feels better like this,” he murmurs. “Deeper.”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp out. “Feels so good…”

But you can’t speak, head falling back against his shoulder. Instead, he takes the liberty of fucking himself up into you delicately. His hands roam the front of your body, grasping at your breasts which bounce with each thrust, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. Somehow, this position is even more intimate, his body so close to yours, and his cock shoved so far into your throbbing walls. 

He kisses at the underside of your jaw, one hand dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit, while the other continues to fondle your breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. He can feel you quiver at his every touch, thighs shaking beneath you. Your walls clench so tightly around him with each gyrating thrust.

“You like that, don’t you?” he hums into your ear. “I can tell. You’re squeezing so tight around me. Poor, needy baby.”

Your mouth flies open in a moan, and your hand flies out to grip at his wrist as if to anchor his fingers to your clit. Elsewhere, his hand from your breast drops to hook his arm around your waist. He pushes you slightly forward, though keeps his chest pressed taut against your back, if only to have more space to thrust himself into you. His pace quickens, hips snapping up into yours.

“You can’t even talk,” he tuts. “Like my dick that much? Wanted me to fuck you that badly, huh? Shit, can’t wait to make you come again. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.”

“Oh my god, Wooyoung,” You gasp out, collapsing forward at once. 

Your hands flail out to prop yourself up, but Wooyoung’s pace never stutters. His hips pound against your ass now, quick enough for his dick to hit a certain spot in you again and again until you’re crumbling apart. You come without warning, a sudden gush of wetness drenching his cock as he plunges himself into you, his hand never once leaving it’s spot from between your legs. A wearied mantra of his name tears from you, so hot and broken. “Oh god, Wooyoung━”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Ah━ Yes, just like that. Fuck, need to face you. You’re always so pretty when you’re fucked out.”

Hasty hands fumble to pull himself out of you and turn you around, yet somehow he still manages to remain heedful and gentle as he spreads you out before him on your back. He wedges himself between your thighs again, sinking into your sopping and wrecked cunt. And he’s right ━ you’ve never looked so sexy. All hooded, exhausted eyes gazing up at him, brows pinched together, mouth popped open in a delicate ‘O’. 

When he hears you gasp sharply from the sensitivity of your past two orgasms, he slows his ministrations to distract you with a kiss. “Enough? We can stop.”

“No,” You whine tiredly, clinging to him desperately. “Not yet. Want you to come. Please, please, Wooyoung. Use me. Wanna feel it.”

He moans into your mouth. He can’t resist his urges, nor your own sweet yet vulgar desire. He’s sluggish as he thrusts into you now, nearing his own end. It’s only when he feels you come again from the overstimulation ━ pussy clenching so taut around him, he can barely move ━ that he feels his release. 

He spills into the condom with one final thrust into you, a delirious cry of your name ripping from his throat. “Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, Y/N. So good, so fucking good.”

Finally, he crumples against you sheepishly, burrowing his face in your collarbones, and suddenly the room falls silent. He listens as your heart mellows from a shrill thud, though feels you still quivering from your orgasms even long after. He wonders if you’ve begun to nod off before he pulls out of you, ripping the soiled condom from his softening dick, until he sees you softly gazing at him.

“You look so tired,” he says, penitently. He presses an all too tender kiss to your sweaty temple. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Wooyoung, I’m fine,” You promise in a snicker, though your heart swells twice the size in your chest as his sudden careful switch in demeanour. 

“Here, come with me.”

He whisks you up and away from the bed to your bathroom, where he sits you on the toilet as he runs a bath for you, just like he had the first night he slept with you. He waits until it gets warm and soapy, lavender notes wafting around the room from the bath bomb he had nicked from Jinsol’s side of the cabinet. Then, he helps you into the porcelain tub. He’s stopped by you when you tug at his hand lightly, asking innocently, “Join me?”

And he can’t possibly say no. So, he settles into the water with you, wedging you between his thighs as you rest your back against his chest. It’s comforting to be like this after such an intense night, the warm water and his presence soothing your aching body. As usual, away from the bed where everything had happened, you feel as if you and Wooyoung have returned to nothing but an innocent pair of friends ━ but, deep down, you know that’s not the case. Maybe it’s in the way your heart warms and flutters with his every touch even now, his arms wrapped around your middle.

He hears you whisper at some point, “Thanks, Youngie.”

“For the sex or the bath?”

“Both,” You laugh. “Everything. I needed it.”

He bites at his lip as if to hide the foolish smile threatening to spread across his face, but you aren’t even looking at him right now. Instead, you’re resting your head against his shoulder, staring at the way your fingers play with his own in a gesture not quite a hand-hold but makes Wooyoung’s head spin in a good way nevertheless.

“We can…” he trails off. “We can make this a regular thing. If you want.”

“You would want that?” Your eyes light up as you crane your neck to look at him.

“Just for practice, of course.”

“Right. Of course.”

“I mean, friends helping friends is a completely natural thing to do, right?”

“Yeah, totally.”

There’s a beat of silence as you stare at once another, before you each dissolve into a fit of laughter that almost seems self-aware but is really just fueled by the growing exhaustion from the night. Still, Wooyoung’s proposition hangs heavy in the air, exciting you to no end. Was it so wrong to feel that way about your best friend? Maybe so.

“Now, about those nudes…” Wooyoung’s abrupt mention of the nudes you had taken for Yeonjun causes you to groan aloud.

“Ugh, so stupid. I know,” You roll your eyes. “I already deleted them.”

“Damn.” You’re startled to hear Wooyoung sound genuinely upset. Though it’s not for long and, instead, replacing it, is a playful grin. “Guess I can settle for the real thing though.”

He reaches down to grasp at the underside of one of your breasts, and you gasp. Your fingers prod at his sides, though you’re far from offended. “Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung snickers, but your voice fades out into a delighted hum as his head dips lower so that he can kiss his way down from your collarbones to your chest. 

“Can we still watch a movie tonight?” he asks pensively, and a little too chastely, considering the way he continues to kiss at your chest. 

Still, the question makes you smile wide. “Only if you make me ramen.”

“Deal.”

Wooyoung mirrors your smile, so wide and pure that you almost forget all about the night. It’s easy anyways, if only because Wooyoung has a way with his words and actions, grounding you back to reality with every joke and every delicate touch. 

Because that’s what friends do, after all ━ ramen and sex aside.

But maybe, just maybe, you want something more.

Wooyoung’s only just returned to his apartment from a full day of classes, craving nothing but to crawl back to his room to sleep the rest of the evening away until you eventually call him to wake him up like you typically do, when he gets a series of sudden texts from you in a row. He sees the messages first, the chat bubble with your display name and the silliest picture of you he could find as your display icon:

thanks for the other night woo

thought you might like these xoxo

It seems to take an eternity for his phone to unlock and for the messages to load properly, until he finally sees it. Two pictures, one right after the other, both of you which you had taken in a mirror. The first one is similar to the one you had accidentally sent him instead of Yeonjun that one night, clad in a similar black lace bra, sheer enough that he can see every shape and curve and detail of your breasts. The other picture is you, completely topless. 

He nearly chokes. 

Then, he decides any prospective nap he had thought he was going to take that evening pales in comparison to what he wants to do now. Jerking off to your picture doesn’t sound so bad, nor does calling you to hear your voice on the other end.

He’s fortunate when you pick up on the second ring.

“You’re lucky I didn’t open those texts while I was in class.”

“Why?” He can hear the smirk in your voice. “So you wouldn’t risk popping a boner in front of everyone? For someone who has so much experience, you sure love my boobs a lot.”

Wooyoung can’t help but roll his eyes, though it’s not his fault. He has urges too ━ some of which aren’t being met right now. “What are you doing right now?”

“Walking back to my dorm. Yeonjun asked if we should meet for coffee but━”

“Great. Don’t go home just yet,” he says. “I need you at mine, now.”

You cackle on the other end. “For another practice session or just so you can get me to suck you off again?”

“Yeah, both. Either one,” he says urgently. “Unless…”

“Say no more,” You interrupt him, making him grin from ear-to-ear. “I’ll be there in ten.”

And Wooyoung thinks, yeah, he can get used to this. If you’re his before Yeonjun can get you, or his in any way, then he can definitely get used to it.

(Though maybe not for very long.)

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

Author’s Note: This story would not be here without the love, support and friendship of my incredible support system. You talk with me, you laugh with me, you listen when I’m crying, and you read my chaotic drafts when I am ready to pull my hair out of my head in frustration. I love you all. @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen @lemonjoonah. ALSO thank you to each and every one of you who encouraged me to post this story. This fic is dedicated to all of you as a token of my love and appreciation. Your support keeps me writing. Never doubt that for a second.

“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 1, you may be a Pisces with Leo placements. You have very cute/fairy vibes. You and your person may have the same sun/moon sign. You may have blonde hair and brown eyes. If you’ve posted or sent your person a mirror selfie (specifically in the bathroom) they really like it and probably look at it a lot. They think you look really pretty in it. Your person likes your lips. They may be very plump or pouty. If you wear a nude lip liner/lip stick they really like that. You may wear a lot of blush and they really like that, as well. I’m also seeing freckles and possibly freckles on the back/back dimples that they think are very cute. You have a face that they think is very cute and they like the way you walk. If you have piercings in your ears, they like those as well. You may be very feminine and they really like that about you. They like your voice. It’s very sweet, gentle, and delicate. They may like your moans and whimpers as well. They’re very dominant and like when you’re submissive. They also like finishing on your face/chest. I’m hearing “you look pretty like that” I also keep getting something about feet. It doesn’t necessarily have to be something freaky, they may just think your feet are pretty. I’m hearing “I love every part or you” They could know your family or have gone to dinner with your family. They either already have or would like to tease you when your family is around. They like having control of you and teasing you/making you squirm. They want to use one of those remote control vibrators on you in public and have probably even thought about buying one or talking to you about buying one. They may have even already ordered one. They really like your butt and look at it a lot when you walk. They probably walk behind you on purpose to watch you walk. I’m getting something about the ankles and legs, too. They may like when you wear anklets. Although they like being dominant and in control, they really like when you take control occasionally. They think it’s cute but it also really turns them on. They like when you circle your hips while you’re riding them. They also really like doing it from the back and for you to move back on them. They could be a bit jealous/possessive. Nothing crazy or serious. They just what you and everyone else to know that you’re all theirs.

Box messages: you can do it, 10-completion-world, make you miss me, I know your friends don’t like me, 4-wait think process, you feel like home, sun sign, we never see each other past 10pm, I’ll be back

Song: Let Me Love You - Ariana Grande

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 2, your person may be someone you’re in a relationship with or are in separation with or you could have possibly just come back together after being in separation. You may have black hair/short hair and tattoos/piercings and maybe thick thighs. Your person really likes when you wear red lipstick and black or red lingerie. I’m hearing “red is your color” your person is a giver and really likes to make you feel good. They like to watch you while they’re going down on you. You or your person (or both) may have a breeding kink. Your person thinks you look really pretty when you’re sleeping and may wake you up at night to get freaky. They also like when you use toys while you two are intimate. They’re big on giving and receiving and probably like to 69 a lot. If they’re male, they like when you give them oral or use your hands (I’m so sorry for the way I’m describing this 💀) they like to do it from the side a lot, as well. They like spooning you while you two are being intimate. They really like your boobs (if you have boobs) and really like to look at them when you ride them. They may like to listen to music during. They may have a specific playlist for it. They’re big on foreplay and really like making out with you and may grab your butt a lot when you’re making out/cuddling. They also like your stomach/kissing your stomach. They really like going down on you. I’m hearing “your p*ssy is heaven” they really like how you taste and they probably crave you when they’re away/at work. They love giving you whatever you want or need and they like to see how far they can take you. They care more about the experience and the process than they do finishing and they want to make it last as long as possible. I’m hearing “savor every inch of you” they really like your legs, as well.

Box messages: don’t hold yourself back, the best is yet to be, new moon in Libra, September, 10-completion-world, what reminds you of me, 7th house, take that leap and do it, this is meant for you, sun sign

Song: Tonight - Summer Walker

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 3, if your person is a man, they are definitely packing. They like when you ride them. I’m hearing “ride me off into the sunset” 😭😭 and they may be into edging/punishment. They’re more dominant and you may have to ask them if you can use toys/touch yourself etc. they may like cuffing/tying you to the head board or like when you do that to them. They’re really into mutual masturbation. They like watching you pleasure yourself and they like seeing you beg. They may like doing it in the water or shower/bath. They have a very Virgo/Taurus energy about them. If there’s a mess when you two are done, they may clean you/the room up and even wash the sheets and blankets. They’re very freaky in the bedroom but kind, gentle, and caring outside of it. They’ll tie you up, spank you, edge you, etc. and then wake you up with breakfast in bed the next morning. Even if they edge/punish you, they always let you finish in the end and always make sure you’re okay. They would never make you do something outside of your comfort zone. They’re probably more experienced than you are and teach you a lot. They really like that you two can be completely different people in the bedroom than you are in public. You two do whatever you want in private and no one knows about it and they like that. They don’t talk about their sex life. The time you two share alone and what you do in that time stays between you and no one else knows. They like how sweet, kind, and gentle you are. It’s hard to explain but they really like how different you are in public vs the bedroom and they love that their the only one that gets to see that. They don’t ever want anyone else to see you the way only they get to. They really like showing you/guiding you through whatever you two do in the bedroom. They could encourage you a lot when your touching them or giving them oral. Lots of “good girl/boy” “you can take it” “just like that” etc. they’ll also be a big tease. They know what you like and what you want and they’ll give it to you but they may make you wait/beg first.

Box messages: you are supported in this, it’s always been you, you know what you want, we can make this work, 11:11 I still miss you, Virgo Mercury, I’m jealous, what reminds you of me, sweetheart, the best is yet to be, 1st house, Scorpio Venus

Song: Streets - Doja Cat

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☘️peter pettigrew

Hii! Like my other nsfw alphabets, this is a bit choppy and horribly edited. I hope you enjoy, mwah.

Peter Pettigrew Nsfw Alphabet

Reader: tried to make it nb as much as possible

Warning: pure smut and no editing.

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

Super sweet and gentle, definitely encourages you to take a nap and he'll bring you a snack or get you some water. He’ll rub your back and kiss your hot skin to cool you off. He definitely loves giving you praises and he’s spoil you rotten with his words.

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

He loves your hands, for some odd reason he just finds them so cute whenever you grip his hand for support as you climax or hold his cock.

His favourite body part on himself delphiers between days, but he’s usually very fond of his eyes. He’s very fortunate that he can look at you in such a lewd manner.

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

He usually always cums in a condom, but he loves cream pies. He, not so surprisingly, likes giving you oral for the exact reason he can taste you, he actually thinks he’s addicted to it.

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

He’s ashamed to admit, but once he was talking to James about a certain time when he fucked you in the library and James got a hard on. He swore he wouldn’t tell and it’ll be their secret, but he always felt guilty for sexualizing you like that.

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

He’s okay, he knew some of the terminology due to the other Marauders but with actual hands on experience; he had no idea. He felt a bit nervous during your first time but he didn’t need much help, he’d just pay attention to your reactions and get a clear view of what you’d like and focus on that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes when you ride him, he likes to hold your hips and just let you use him for your heart's desire. If he had to choose another, doggy would be his favourite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Peter doesn’t know he’s being funny until you have to stop and laugh, he’ll be confused on what he’d say and get a goofy smile on his lips while watching you laugh. Sometimes just the first awkward start of sex and the small giggles feel better than the serious times, but Peter can be really gentle and intimate if he wanted to be.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s somewhat groomed, he doesn’t necessarily care for your hair down there or his own. It’s a bit darker than his head hair, but he trims it sometimes just to keep it neat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Lots of neck kisses, he needs to constant “I love you’s” during sex even if it’s rough. He’s actually pretty gentle during some moments and cares about your pleasure over his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He actually never liked it, he likes your mouth a lot more even if it was just for cock warming. He’d enjoy your hands better than his, but he also has a somewhat size kink and seeing your much smaller hands take his cock please him a lot more.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There isn’t necessarily a set number of kinks, he’d love to try anything that isn’t too “weird” as he would call it. He never really likes to stick to one kink, more like spreading them out depending on his mood. One day he’d want to tie you up and the other he’d let you do whatever you wanted. He adores pillow prince(ss) though.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, he’d fuck you in honey dukes, the three break sticks, closets, near the black lake, behind trees and bushes, his bed, your bed, his friends bed, shower, desks, professors desks, anywhere anytime.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feminine clothing, something about it makes his head spin and he just loves fucking you in dresses. He also has a clothes kink, he’d love to fuck you in his clothes. Don’t even get him started on if you ever decide to wear sexual clothing, it’ll drive him crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Major dom and sub roles (like day to day life style) feels him out, he can’t distribute or give out rules, he doesn’t like that type of control over someone or giving someone that control of him. He likes some parts of d/s and he’d definitely be comfortable with some aspects, but not full on life changing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving oral sometimes, but he doesn’t expect it everytime. He loves giving, since he feels like it’s the only thing he’s good at. He’ll run his tongue and suck your sensitive flesh until he’s satisfied, giving you oral is more of a pleasure for himself.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter’s sex is soft yet rough, sometimes he just takes his time with dragging his cock deep inside of you and pulling it out. Others he just likes to bend you over and fuck you till your dumb. Sometimes he lacks compassion for how you’d take his cock, yet after he’s careful to check you over and soothe out any aches.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only thing he looks forward to on school days. He’s already emotionally tired but getting a good fuck in a empty classroom or a bathroom stall always helps him get through the day, especially if you tell him you’d wait for him in his dorm later that night.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It depends what the risk is, Peter likes to fuck you all over the place if he can. He definitely been given warnings by prefects way to many times.James and Sirius always say his animagi should be a bunny with all the fucking they catch you guys doing. Greatest risk he ever took was fucking you during a quidditch game behind the bleachers.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a couple of rounds, depending if it’s just oral or penetration. He can spend hours just focusing on you, exploring your body and roping out orgasm after orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely likes using a vibrator, dildos aren’t really his thing. He does have a few anal plugs, but he doesn’t use them as much as he would like too. He usually uses them for your pleasure, but he wouldn’t be opposed to having a cock ring on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s actually a huge tease, he likes to place his hand on your thigh during class and just mindlessly rub his thumb right near your goods. He gives a dumb look like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but his smirk whenever he catches your heavy breaths are apparent he knows exactly what he’s doing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The whimpers are the best part, he rarely moans, just mumble’s of “oh fuck” and heavy breaths. Especially the early morning sex, because his sensitivity is heightened and he’s just making gurgled whined and deep groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly, he’d probably want to fuck you infront of his friends. Especially the days when they flirt or tease you, he’d just get this immediate thought to show them that he isn’t sharing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’d estimate a good 7-9 inches, the exact number isn’t known but all I can say is the girth is the best part.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s in and out, most months it’s normal for a teenage boy but other months he can go days without it, sometimes even weeks. But on the months he’s active, sex is a pretty regular thing everyday to day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter is nocturnal, so it rarely depends on what time of day you guys had sex. If it’s on the weekends during midday, he probably will take a nap until dinner. If it’s in the morning… I don’t even think he could stay awake long enough to finish. But late at night it’s a whole new thing, he would probably cuddle you for a few moments until he knew you were asleep and work on his assignments and homework.

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Omega!Kaidou Headcanons

Anon:  Ooooh can you do omega kaido hcs?

(Aww, I love Kaidou, he is baby. I just finished all my uni work for the week so I jumped to write this! Enjoy!)

Warnings: N-sfw under cut, mpreg, talk of insecurities.

General:

Kaidou is quite an insecure omega. Especially as a teenager.

Honestly, he has probably tried to masquerade as a beta before, and wished many times that he was an alpha like his younger brother and sister.

A lot of his façade as the ‘Jet Black Wings’ is a defence mechanism because of his insecurities and him being an omega fuels that.

Kaidou can be wary around alphas he doesn’t know, so it’s likely that you were friends first and romantic a long time afterwards.

When you are finally mates/almost mates, you see a completely different side to Kaidou.

He is incredibly touch starved. He loves cuddles and pets. He’ll take any affection you dish out. He especially loves resting his head on your lap or on your shoulder.

Kaidou wants to be an author when he’s older, and he has never had anyone support his dream. When you offer your support for him, he falls in love with you right then and there. That’s when he knew he wanted you to be his alpha.

His scent is light and flowery, with a hint of citrus.

Kaidou purrs a lot without realising and it always embarrasses him when you point it out. He purrs everytime you scent him, croon, cuddle him, etc. 

Kaidou is a very sweet omega who is a dedicated and loving mate and parent. 

Nesting:

As a teenager, Kaidou never gets to the point where he likes his nest. 

He wants a super cool nest! A combo between a ‘secret lair’ style and a ‘pinterest’ style nest.

He wants a room dedicated to his nest, preferably with a hidden entrance. He wants a super powerful colour scheme with cool posters but he also wants fairy lights and pastel blankets.

Kaidou has lots of cuddly toys but he gets embarrassed about it and won’t admit it. 

In fact, cuddly toys are his favourite courting gifts to receive, but he will always pretend that he think toys are for little kids, but you can see how tightly he cradles the toy, and if you scent the teddy first, you can even hear him purring. 

As an adult, Kaidou really wants his dream nest, but he feels guilty spending so much money on it. It’s up to his alpha to encourage him. 

When he has pups, they think his nest is the coolest thing ever, and they tell all the other kids at school because it has a hidden door! And beanbags! And a mini fridge! And it’s way better than your omega parent’s nest!!

Kaidou is very protective of his nest. He only lets you and his pups inside. No one else. He doesn’t even like when someone figures out where it is in his home.

This causes some conflict because he would love to give birth in his nest, but he would never be able to invite a midwife or doctor inside. 

You clutched a small bat plushie in you hands as you walked into your classroom. You had bought it for Kaidou on a whim yesterday on your way home from school. This was hardly the first time you had given him a courting gift, but this was the first one that had your scent on it. 

“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself. “You can do this, don’t be nervous.” 

You saw Kaidou immediately. He was sitting on top of his desk, chatting with Hairo and Nendou. You huffed. You would have preferred him to be alone but you guess that couldn’t be helped now.

“Hey, Shun...” You started, awkwardly sliding up beside him.

He startled slightly, a blush settling on his cheeks.

 “Oh! Hey... Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I, um.” You pulled the bat toy out of your pocket, shoving it vaguely in his direction. “This is for you.”

Kaidou gently took it from your hands, eyes wide. He turned it over, running a finger over the fake fangs. You saw the moment he realised you had scented it. He looked up at you in shock before turning and sniffing absentmindedly at the toy, purrs beginning to sneak out. 

You puffed up in pride. Watching your intended mate accept and enjoy your gift with such fervour filled your heart with joy. 

“HA HA!” Interrupted Nedou. “Kaidou’s purring!”

The purrs stopped immediately, Kaidou turned bright red, shoving the toy into his bag. 

“I AM NOT! Shut up!”

The two began to bicker, Nedou laughing over Kaidou’s agressive denial. 

You were vaguely embarrassed that Kaidou’s friends had seen you give him a courting gift, but mostly you were pleased by his acceptance of your first serious courting gift. Giving someone your scent to put in their nest was a big deal after all.

Family + pups

When you decide to court Kaidou, he will try and keep you as far away from his mother as he can. Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long, because his mother just orders him to bring you over and he can’t say no to his terrifying alpha mother.

Kaidou is unbelievably nervous throughout the whole meeting. He knows his mother will order him to end the courtship if she doesn’t approve.

His mother’s opinion depends a lot of how well spoken, intelligent and ambitious Kaidou’s intended alpha is.

If you have good grades, can match her successfully in conversation, and are preparing to apply to a good university, she will adore you. 

(it’s best just to lie if you aren’t those things).

Kaidou’s mother is a very hands on grandparent when the time comes. She always take your pup(s) when Kaidou is in heat and you in rut. She also helps pay for tutors and arranges academic help for all her grandchildren.

Kaidou wants at least one pup but no more than three pups. 

He is such a sweet parent. 

He never, ever makes fun of his pups. He always treats their problems seriously and loves them for who they are.

He’s the kind of parent who jumps at the opportunity to support his kids hobbies. Writing, martial arts, painting, cooking, whatever they love, he makes sure they can do it. 

Kaidou makes an excellent stay-at-home parent. He loves spending time with his pup(s) and working on writing the book he wants to write.

Family cuddles are a scheduled weekly event. He is distraught if, when his pups get older, they don’t partake in the family cuddles every week.

It took Kaidou quite a few tries to get pregnant, and he ended up getting very stressed about it, thinking something was wrong with him. Luckily, it eventually happened for you both. 

When he was pregnant, Kaidou didn’t have many symptoms, but he was very tired and hungry all the time. 

He needed help to do most things because he was so tired, but he felt like a burden, so didn’t ask for help. This changes in his second pregnancy (if he has one). He needs to have help with your other pup(s) when he’s pregnant because he’s too tired to look after them fulltime.

It would make more sense for you to wait until your first pup was in school before trying for a second one, just to take the pressure off of Kaidou somewhat.

The night’s peace was broken by a tentative knock at your bedroom door. You startled slightly, starting to sit up, Kaidou also stirring in your arms. The door handle turned slowly, the silhouette of you oldest son was revealed, along with the quiet sound of sniffling.

Before you could even process what you were seeing, Kaidou had yanked himself out of your arms and thrown himself towards your crying pup. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Kaidou panicked, hands flitting over your pup as if to check for injuries. 

“Nightmare.” Your pup whined, beginning to sob and he held his arms out for a hug. 

Kaidou whined with him, quickly and firmly pulling him into his embrace. Kaidou then stood up, cradling your pup in his arms, rocking him back and forth. 

“Why don’t you sleep with us tonight, pup?” You said, voice still heavy with sleep, gesturing for Kaidou to get back into bed. It was freezing after all.

Kaidou didn’t need any more prompting and slipped back under the covers you were holding up for him. As he settled down, your pup quickly grabbed at your shirt, holding it tightly in his fist. You brushed your hand over his tiny one before settling your hand on his back, rubbing up and down to help soothe him. You could no longer see his face (it was buried in your mate’s chest), but you could still hear his sniffling. 

“What was your nightmare about, sweetheart? Must have been scary, huh?” You asked as Kaidou began scenting the top of your son’s head. 

“Yeah. W’s scary.” Came the muffled voice of your pup. 

In lieu of a reply, you pulled both him and Kaidou more closely against your chest. 

“Nothing can happen while you’re here with us, okay. You’re safe.” You kept rubbing his back as he finally started to settle. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he relaxed fully against you and Kaidou, his grip on your shirt loosening. 

“I feel so useless when he has nightmares.” Kaidou admitted, breaking the hush. “I can’t protect him from them.”

You shifted slightly to look him in the eye. 

“You’re protecting him right now, my love. This is what he needs from you and you’re so good at it. You’re such a good parent, Shun.” Kaidou blushed faintly.  “I fall in love with you all over again everytime I see you with our pups.”

Kaidou smiled slightly, resting his head against your shoulder. 

“I just want him to be happy.” 

“I know.” You replied, placing a kiss on his head. “Me too.” 

You started to drift off to sleep as silence descended on the room. 

“Thanks.” Kaidou murmured. 

Too tired to reply, you squeezed him lightly with your arms. It saddened you that your amazing parent of a mate still felt insecure four years into parenthood, but you were just going to have to keep telling him otherwise until he started to see himself as you saw him. 

N-SFW under cut (ft. Slightly!Older!Kaidou)

Kaidou always, always needs after sex cuddles. It helps relax him, quiet his insecurities and is equally as enjoyable as the sex in his opinion.

Kaidou is a big subby baby, and he needs cuddles for his aftercare or he can feel very rejected.

Do you remember the episode where Kaidou came last in every event of the physical fitness test, but came first in flexibility? Kaidou is extremely flexible and he loves to show it off in bed. He’s very proud of all the positions he can bend into. 

Kaidou loves dressing up in lingerie. He feels pretty and confident when he’s wearing lace lingerie. He looks best in pastel blue (it matches his hair), but honestly, he pulls off all pastel shades very well.

Along a similar vein, Kaidou finds it very embarrasing but very hot to look at himself in the mirror while you have sex. It requires a lot of praise though, as he can be quite insecure.

In heat, Kaidou is absolutely shameless. He will beg and plead and whine and nuzzle you to get you into his nest with him. 

Kaidou is weak to hickeys on his neck, especially around his scent glands. He doesn’t give many hickeys, but he is prone to leaving scratch marks on your back and shoulders. 

This man is very sensitive in a lot of areas. His nipples and the inside of his thighs are very soft and particularly sensitive.

He hates pain though. He is neither a masochist nor a sadist and thinks that pain has no place in love making. 

Kaidou likes a little bit of roleplay but he’s way to embarrassed to bring it up. You have to wait until you’ve been in a relationship with him for years before he feels comfortable enough to bring it up. He is interested in teacher/student and master/slave style roleplays. He enjoys playing the part of someone else, because it makes him feel more comfortable in embracing his sexuality outside his heat. 

“I’m-I’m coming out now. Don’t laugh, okay?”

You shook you head fondly. 

“I’m not going to laugh at you, baby. You always look gorgeous, don’t forget that.”

The bathroom door opened and Kaidou shuffled out, clad in the new pastel blue lingerie set you had ordered for him last week. 

You lost your breath just looking at him. 

He was wearing sheer knee socks with little bows, held up by the garter belt sitting snugly on his waist. On top, he was wearing a lacy bralette, completely see through of course. Your favourite piece however, was undoubtedly the little blue panties. You could see the fabric bulging, straining against his erection. Looking a little closer, you noticed a small damp spot. You grinned. For all his complaining, he certainly enjoyed this a lot. You haven’t even touched him yet. 

Kaidou shifted under your hungry gaze, feeling a little like your prey. He shivered at the thought. 

You moved to kneel on the ground before him, pressing wet, open mouth kisses over his thighs and tummy. Kaidou steadied himself by gripping onto your shoulders. You could feel his nails making small grooves in your skin. 

When you reached his chest, you began to suck and bite at his nipples through the lacey fabric, delighting in his moans and whimpers. He was always so sensitive for you. 

“So beautiful.” You panted, breathing heavily against him. 

“M’ not. Not beautiful.” Kaidou denied, eyes clenched shut.

You growled in response, biting him lightly on the shoulder. 

“Don’t you dare. You’re breath-taking, Shun. Stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect.” You emphasised every word with a suck or a bit on his neck. You wouldn’t stop until he learnt to love himself as much as you loved him. 

“Okay, baby, get on the bed. We have a long night ahead.” You made a point to crash your hips into his.  “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are.”

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

Warning: Just one brief mention of kidnapping and being held hostage. Other than that, it's safe to proceed.

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

It felt like an eternity before someone opened the door and walked in.

Hongjoong took one look at you before widening his eyes. He looked back at one of men behind him and sighed.

"You had one job Hangyul and you couldn't even do it right?! This isn't the right person!"

Said Hangyul bowed his head and apologized profusely.

Hongjoong rubbed his temples in annoyance. He looked back at you and examined you closely. Even with your puffy hair, tear strained cheeks and messy hair, he thought you looked beautiful. The longer he looked at you, the more some weird feeling in his chest started to grow.

"What's your name?" He asked you.

You struggled to find your voice, but managed to utter out your name in a soft whisper.

It was almost like music to his ears.

"Well Y/N.....it seems we accidentally mistook you for someone else.....Ooops."

He really didn't know what to say to you. He felt bad that you were now standing before him, scared, trembling and no doubt hurt. Part of him told him to release you from your restraints, and hold you tenderly. Then one of his men reminded him:

"Hongjoong sir? Since we can't release a witness for security reasons, do you want us to get rid of her?"

Your head snapped up at the comment and you began desperately trying to break free.

"No please don't! I'm begging you! Have some mercy on me! Let me go and I swear I won't say anything to anybody!"

Hongjoong hesitated for a brief moment until your crying got louder and you said:

"I have a son! He's only 3 years old! I'm the only one he has! So please......." You begged, all the little strength you had left in your body began to slowly drain as you realized you might never see your son again.

That's all it took for Hongjoong to break.

"Release her."

The men looked shocked. "But sir-"

"I said release her. Now!" He commanded.

Instantly, all the ropes were cut and you were free. You tried to stand up, but you were so shaken up your legs gave out. Luckily, Hongjoong caught you in his arms and carried you away from there.

"I'm really sorry about this."

He ordered for his car and personally saw that you made it home safely. Even days afterwards, he still kept an eye on you and your son, whom he couldn't help but find adorable.

You noticed that someone was watching you when you suddenly started to receive strange packages that sometimes contained groceries, clothes or even toys. You wondered who could be sending these things.

Your question was answered when you took your son to the park. Hongjoong tried his best to stay hidden but you quickly found him. He stood there looking awkwardly at you.

"It was you wasn't it?" You asked him.

"Yeah....." He replied shyly. Seriously, he was one of the top mafia bosses. Why was a single mom like you making him nervous like a schoolboy?

"Mommy!" Your son ran up to you.

You picked him up and your son just stared at Hongjoong. He leaned into your ear and asked you who he was.

You smiled at him. "Oh him? He's just an old friend."

Your son looked back at Hongjoong, somewhat afraid of him. But Hongjoong just gave him the warmest smile he could.

"Hey there little buddy. You don't have to be scared of me."

Hongjoong knew it would take time, but he also knew that in the end, he'd be part of your life and of your son's.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪 ﾟ･:*✿

You don't know whether you were grateful or you regretted ever accepting to work at the bar Seonghwa owned. You couldn't complain about the pay, it was more than good and although you knew Seonghwa was sketchy af, you never felt unsafe as he always made sure you were protected and no one harassed you.

However you knew Seonghwa had the hots for you, everyone knew it actually. At first, they thought he just wanted to get in your pants, that's what he usually did with any hot female that worked for him. But time passed and everyone now knew that he was head over heels for you. Boy was like a love sick puppy for you. It was quite entertaining to watch actually.

No one resented you for it or even tried to bother you. You were constantly turning him down and keeping a strictly professional relationship with your boss. If he offered you any gifts, you rejected them. If he offered the schedule everyone fought for, you turned it down and accepted the shittiest shift. Seonghwa never gave up though. He wanted you and he'd get you no matter what.

"You've gone soft." His best friend, Hongjoong told him one day.

"No I haven't." Seonghwa refuted that statement.

Right then, the phone rang. Hongjoong picked it up.

"Hello? Oh hi...... Oh really? Ok. I'll let him know. Don't worry. Hope you feel better. Bye."

Hongjoong hung up and continued his task of polishing his gun.

"Well?" Seonghwa asked rather annoyed.

"Oh it's nothing. Just Y/N calling in sick. She won't be coming." Hongjoong stated as if it was the most normal of in the world.

Seonghwa, however, was panicking.

"Y/N?! Sick?! What do you mean sick?! She's never sick! She never calls in! What if something happened to her?! I need to see her!"

Grabbing his jacket, he ran out the room, leaving Hongjoong dumbfounded.

"Ok. But you're not soft huh?"

Seonghwa sped over to your house, bag full of medicines and other things he deemed necessary in his arms. He frantically knocked on what he hoped really was your door, he had never been to your house.

"What?!" You shouted when you swung the door open.

"I came cause Hongjoong said- Wait! You look fine." Seonghwa noticed you didn't look unwell as he scanned your body.

"If this is another stupid attempt to hit on me, I will slam my door on your hand. I don't care if one of your men end up cutting off one of my fingers." You warned him.

"You said you were sick!" Seonghwa exclaimed.

"No. I called in a sick leave because-"

You were interrupted by a soft 'Mommy' from behind you. You turned to see your 2 year old daughter standing there, blanket wrapped around her tiny and frail body.

"Sweetie. I told you not to get out of bed. Your cold will get worse."

You completely forgot about Seonghwa and proceeded to attend your daughter, who was the reason why you called in sick. Seonghwa was shocked at finding out you had a kid. But it wasn't a bad surprise. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He didn't even realize that he ended up walking into your apartment and watched as you tucked your daughter in the couch, helping her blow her nose.

If people thought he was whipped before, now he was fucking wrapped around your finger. He adored kids, and this revelation just made you even more perfect in his eyes. Now he was more than determined to make you his.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸 ﾟ･:*✿

With Yunho, you actually didn't take long to start dating. He was so caring and attentive to you. You remember when you told him on a date that you had a child. You felt it was necessary to let him know before your relationship got more serious.

"A kid?" He repeated.

"Yes..... I have a son..." Your voice trailed off.

Your head already started imagining the worst and most common scenario: he'd be all sweet but say he's not ready for that responsibility and dump you like all the others. It happened every single time. It didn't turn out to be the case though.

"Really? How old is he? Do you have a picture? When can I meet him? Does he know about me?"

Yunho was ecstatic to find this out and he was very interested in anything that had to do with you. Besides........ you weren't the only one keeping secrets. He hadn't exactly told you what his job really was. Just like you, he was afraid of you leaving him when you found out his connections to the criminal world. Which is why he kept it hidden for a long time.

But he did tell you one day. He came clean about it.

"I know I should have told you earlier, especially now that I'm a part of your and your son's life.... but I was scared...... I love you but I understand if you'd rather not see me anymore."

Maybe you were crazy, maybe you were too much in love, but you assured him you wouldn't leave him. You only voiced concern about your son's safety. You didn't want anything to happen to him.

"I swear on my life, nothing will ever happen to him or to you. I promise to keep you both safe."

It was a promise he always kept. He became a constant in your life, and he was always making sure to spend time with your son, spoiling him to no end. You remember when he threw a birthday party for him at his mansion. It was small and not a lot of people could come because he couldn't risk having strangers over, but you all had a great time.

That's where you met his other friends, who were very curious to meet the woman and the kid who made Yunho into a hyperactive puppy.

"I'm serious, I've never in my life seen him be like this." Mingi pointed out as they watched Yunho play with your son.

"Really? Since I met him, he's always been like that." You were surprised to find out from his friends what he used to be like.

"Then you must really be a special lady. Congratulations. You turned a criminal into a total dad."

You blushed at Seonghwa's comment.

"He's not a dad...." You cleared your throat.

Seonghwa turned to you and smirked.

"Not yet.....but trust me. Very soon it might be official."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰 ﾟ･:*✿

Yeosang and you didn't have the greatest of start in the relationship. Both of your parents were mafia bosses and so you were both forced into a contractual marriage that neither of you wanted.

"Look. How about we just carry on our lives as if nothing happened?" You suggested.

"Agreed." Yeosang nodded.

Years passed and eventually Yeosang took over the family business, working alongside your brother Wooyoung, who took over for your father. Because Yeosang spent so much time with your brother, you ended up spending so much time togethers.

Soon you both stopped avoiding each other company and actually became close friends. Or you thought you would just be friends, until one day Yeosang couldn't help himself and just kissed you.

"What was that for?" You try not to look too happy about it though.

"What? Is it a crime for me to kiss my wife?" He winked at you.

Gradually, you fell in love and completely forgot that this was a contractual marriage. It became a real marriage for you both. Yeosang doted on you and was such a devoted husband. And he was so ecstatic when he found himself you were pregnant with your first child. He immediately made preparations and began decorating one of the rooms, choosing gender neutral colors like green and yellow.

He was over the moon when you gave birth. He cried so much when he held your precious bundle of joy in his arms for the first time. He was so overwhelmed with emotions. Leaning down, he kisses your forehead tenderly. He was so grateful to have you and your daughter.

You two became his whole world, and his friends teased him to no end about it. After all, how did the cold mafia Prince turned into such a warm family man?

✿*:･ﾟ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷 ﾟ･:*✿

Your relationship with San was very blissful and passionate. It definitely started with a lot of passion. You two met at a club and randomly hooked up. You thought he'd be just a one night stand, not that you cared. You weren't particularly looking for a relationship. But he was hooked on you and so he sought you out, properly asking you out on a date.

You quickly found out that he wasn't just the kinky lover in the sheets. He was a total cutie and a cuddle bug. That ended up sealing the deal for you and you completely fell in love with him.

Things definitely moved fast in the relationship. 4 months in and he asked you to move in with him. You thought it was strange, but were so in love with him that you agreed. You didn't know it was because he wanted to make sure you were safe in case any rivals tried to hurt you. And he made sure not to let you find out what and who he really was.

After a year, you two welcomed a baby boy into your lives. You spent the first months like all new parents: full of happiness and joy over your new baby. San was already making plans for his boy, imagining him taking taekwondo just like he did and excelling at all things that had physical involvement. Everything seemed to be going fine......

Until one day you found out who he really was. Your heart shattered at this new piece of information.

Had he lied to me? Is all of this a lie?

One thing was for sure, you panicked when you thought about your son and his safety. Without thinking, you began packing a suitcase, taking only the necessary things for him and you. You didn't know where you'd go, but your mind told you to leave.

"Baby? What-what are you doing?"

You turned to see San standing at the door, confused as to why you were packing.

"I know. I know everything."

His heart dropped at your words. So you finally found out. It clicked to him what you were up to.

"And so you're leaving me?" He couldn't believe it.

"I have to! How could I stay with you knowing our son could be in danger because of you?!"

San marched up to you and pulled you against him, holding onto you for dear life.

"Baby please listen to me! I lied to you, I know and I'm sorry! But I honestly do love you, I love you and our son so much, you two are my everything! You can't leave me! Please don't walk away from me and don't take him away from me! I'm sorry! But I promise I'll take care of you both."

He sanked down to his knees and held you by your waist, his tears staining your shirt. When it came to you and your son, he was no longer the strong confident mafia boss. You were his ultimate weakness.

"Please don't go..... please say you still love me...."

Your heart clenched. Even though finding this out tore you apart, you still loved him. You'd never stop loving him.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲 ﾟ･:*✿

At the beginning, you didn't want to be with him. You knew who he was and what he was capable of. You were practically forced to date him, scared shitless thinking about what he'd do to you if you refused him. He really did try to show you that he wasn't the ruthless and violent mafia boss the media played him out to be.

"Why do you look so uncomfortable? Don't you like the food?" He asked you.

"The food is great, it's just you know, not every girl wants to have a dozen men in suits standing around with guns in their pockets while on a first date." There was a hint of bitterness and sarcasm in your tone.

Mingi pouted. "It's for protection purposes."

If someone had told you the most feared mafia boss in all of Seoul was actually a clumsy, soft baby, you would never have believed them. But indeed, that's the side of Mingi you ended up uncovering. Sure it still terrified you when his rage was released, but never was it directed to you.

Finally after years of asking and asking, you accepted his marriage proposal and he was the happiest man alive. No happiness could compare. That's what he thought until the day you gifted him with a precious angel. She instantly became daddy's girl and nothing could change that. It was quite funny actually.

Like one time when he was having a meeting with his other mafia friends. Things got very heated and Mingi was about to blow up. Until a tiny head peeked in.

"Daddy!" Your daughter ran over to him, while you failed to try and catch her.

Mingi completely forgot what they were talking about and he picked her up.

"Hi princess! How are you? Did you miss your daddy?" He cooed at her.

Snickers were heard from his friends.

"Who would have thought?" "The Song Mingi has been tamed" "And by a child nonetheless"

Mingi threw a glare over at his friends.

"I can still order your heads on a platter you know." He threatened them.

"Mingi." You warned him, gesturing to your daughter.

"Sorry." He mouthed, remembering not to say such things in front of your daughter.

That's when his friends totally lost it.

"I told you San! Y/N is the one who really wears the pants in the relationship."

✿*:･ﾟ𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰ﾟ･:*✿

Were you furious that your father practically sold you into a marriage with his mafia friend's son? Yes. Was Wooyoung pissed off at having a wife thrown at him? Nope, not at all. He fell in love with you at first sight.

"Hi! I'm Jung Wooyoung, your soon to be husband and I can tell we're going to be really happy together!" He was practically beaming with joy.

"Hi, I'm L/N Y/N, the girl that's going to be caged to you for life......or death. Whichever comes first." You responded.

Wooyoung actually laughed at that, but you were serious. What if one day his mafia ass gets tired of you and he just decides to put a bullet in your head? You secretly hoped he did that before you were bound to him for life.

But 5 years later and you're still married. He's just as much in love with you as the first day he met you. You learned to love him, or as you often said to tease him: you learned to put up with him.

"Deny it all you want, but I know you love me just as much as I love you."

When he found out you were pregnant, he became even more clingy with you. Always making sure you were ok, going to everyone of the doctor's appointments, and constantly talking to your growing baby bump. The baby wasn't due for another 4 months and he was already wrapped around their finger.

"I can eat by myself Wooyoung." You reminded him as you tried to take the bowl from him.

"Let me baby you, ok!? I want my queen to be treated like one and I want to make sure my little princess will be ok." He stated.

You chuckled at how he kept insisting it was a girl.

"What if it turns out to be a boy?" You cocked your head to the side.

"It's a girl! She will be a precious bundle of pink glittery joy that I will love and cherish for as long as I live!" He really wanted a girl.

You rolled your eyes every time and you were desperately hoping that the ultrasound you were scheduled to get would reveal it was a boy. You really wanted to wipe the grin off his face. That and you wanted a mommy's boy yourself.

"So tell us doctor. It's definitely a girl right?" Wooyoung asked as he held your hand tightly.

"Actually......you're carrying a very healthy baby boy. Congratulations."

Wooyoung's hand dropped yours and he stood there stunned. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. For goodness sakes, he had already had the nursery painted pink.

"Ok, now that you've been proven wrong, hand me that catalog. I'm deciding how we're decorating my son's nursery." You told him when you got back home.

"Uh.... it's our son! If I remember correctly, it takes 2 to make a baby. And please no sport related decorations! Get something more original! Ooh! I saw some really cute marine animals design that..."

You just smirked at him as he turned the pages of the magazine. He was still whipped.

✿*:･ﾟ𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸 ﾟ･:*✿

When you applied for the secretary job, you didn't think anything was sketchy about it. But you were wrong and instantly you were dragged into Jongho's mafia world. And you knew that now there was no way out. You knew too much and the only way you would ever walk out of there would be in a coffin.

That's what you thought, but honestly, Jongho liked you so much that if you wanted to, he'd dismiss you if you wanted it. But he didn't want you to go. He was too hooked on you to let you go. He liked how different you were from other women. You were so mature, and he liked your 'I don't give a fuck' attitude you exuded at times. He also loved to play around with you, even if he was the one doing most of the pulling while you were doing a lot of pushing.

"Sooner or later you will be mine doll." He often told you.

"Go find some other girl to play around with Jongho. I'm a little too old to be anyone's toy." You always responded with things that if it were anyone else, it'd get their head blown off.

You tried to keep your personal life as secret as possible from him. Your deepest fear was of Jongho finding out about your daughter, your only joy in life. You were afraid he'd use her against you........... that's what you tried to tell yourself. But really, you were afraid that if he found out, he'd lose interest in you. You couldn't deny he was attractive. But what kind of man would involve himself with a woman that already had a kid? Especially someone as young and powerful like Jongho?

But one day, you had no choice but to bring her along to work with you, since no babysitter was available. You thought you'd be all right. Jongho wasn't supposed to be there and you only had to pick up some papers. Luck wasn't on your side that day though. While you were rummaging around your desk, the devil himself walked into the office.

"Ah Y/N. Good thing I caught you. I need you to see if I got- who and what is that?"

He immediately pointed at your daughter, who was currently holding onto your leg, her other hand holding her bunny plushie. The color drained from your face, but you took a deep breath and gathered your courage.

"Jongho, this is my daughter, [insert name here]. Sweetheart, this is Jongho. He's the man I work for." You smiled down at her.

You didn't even want to look back at Jongho, afraid to see his expression. You were startled though when he came closer to you and bent down so he was eye level with your daughter.

"Hi there princess. What you got there? Do you like bunnies?"

Your daughter took an instant liking to him as she began explaining in her 2 year old language who her plushie was. And Jongho only played along, completely enchanted by such a cute and innocent baby.

"Ok that's enough sweetheart. I'm sure Jongho has some other things to attend to and we have to go."

Picking her up, you bid goodbye to Jongho, who held the door open for you. He grabbed your free arm though and whispered in your ear before you left:

"If you think this changes anything doll, you're completely wrong. I still want you and I still stand my ground that you'll be mine......."

He pulled back and smiled at you.

"Your daughter is very charming as well. You should bring her over more often."

He winked at you as you made your way out.

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[loveofafangirl]

Love & Grief

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x (unnamed) Wife Mentions of Carl (his son), Oeznik, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Synopsis: Zemo has agreed to help Sam and Bucky track down the new super soldiers, but there are things about this world that trigger ghosts of the past. *Bittersweet/Fluffy-Angst* Setting: The Falcon and the  Winter Soldier S01 E03

Word Count: ~1,300

Author’s Notes: Thank you to the wonderfully kind and talented @the-soot-sprite​​ for prereading and reassuring me. She has been such an amazing supporter and I can’t thank her enough.

Some German words that I hopefully used (and translated) correctly: Schatzi: Little Treasure; Liebling: darling

"Papa, papa!"

His heart stopped short in his chest as if struck by an unseen force. His head craned quickly to the side in search of the source of the sound. The empty tarmac greeted him. His eyes snapped shut as he tried to focus on the memory forming. 

"Zooooom." A little voice circled him. "Zoom!" His small hands clutched a model plane that he extended out away from him, letting it soar through the air. His hair was tousled, and his shirt already unkempt, even though the family had only just arrived at the airport. 

"Mein Schatzi." Zemo smiled in adoration. "Come." 

When Carl moved closer, his father lifted him up and spun with him in his arms. "Now, it soars higher. And soon, it will touch the sky. Just like you one day. You have a bright future, my son."

The boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck, a curious expression growing on his features as a new thought pulled his focus. "Will there be sweets on the plane?"

Zemo glanced at his wife, then quickly back to his son. "Shh—there may be a few Turkish Delights tucked in a secret spot for us to share." Returning his son to the ground, he pressed his finger to his lips and winked, whispering, "Just don't tell your mother. It must be our secret."

Carl nodded, a grin of delight plastered on his face as he ran off toward the plane, his model airplane still flying beside him. "Hallo, Oeznik!"

"Good morning, Master Carl." The butler gestured him up the stairs. He offered the boy a helping hand as his parents trailed behind. 

"Papa says there are sweets," the boy stated with wide, hopeful eyes. "Do you know where they are?"

"Try the bottom compartment by the window nearest your father's seat."

Carl hurried into the plane, followed by his parents.

"You spoil him, Helm." His wife gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he helped her into the plane.

"Only a little." His head dipped to the side and his shoulders pulled forward, pleading his case. "Can you blame me?"

"I'd not have it any other way."

His hands clutched tightly at his sides as the memory faded away, leaving only a feeling of hopeless longing. Even after all of this time, he could still feel her beside him, her hand safely in his. 

"So, all this time, you've been rich?" Sam stated more than questioned, interrupting his thoughts. 

He breathed deeply, recomposing himself as he tried to let go of the past. "I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." He did his best to shrug it off, taking a step forward from them. Weakness was not something he could afford to show.

The trio boarded the plane, heading for the lawless nation of Madripoor. His fingers drifted lightly over the back of the soft leather seat that was once where his wife sat before Sam occupied the space. Bucky mindlessly brushed past him, bumping him slightly.

"Careful, Carl." 

His thoughts drifted back as he took his seat and looked out of the window as the plane began its ascent. 

"We do not run in the plane."

"Why not, Papa?" The inquisitive child questioned.

Zemo took a seat and pulled his son into the safety of his lap. "Do you still have your little plane?" 

The boy nodded, handing it to his father. 

"Do you see those dark skies off in the distance there? Storm clouds like that can cause the plane to bump and shake. Like this." He modeled with the toy plane how the aircraft may shift due to turbulence. "You could lose your balance, fall and bump your head or get hurt." His fingers ran softly through the child's lush, blonde hair. "I never want to see you injured. It is my job to protect you and help you make safe choices." 

"I'll be careful," Carl agreed. "Promise."

Zemo cradled the back of his son's head and brushed a kiss on the crown of his head. "I love you, my boy."

"I love you too, Papa."

Oeznik's shuffling in the cabin pulled him back again. 

"Apologies if that's a little warm..."

The older gentleman reminded him of his past and the family that he lost. Despite knowing all he had done, Oeznik's kindness led him to remember the man he once was. Although, he knew dwelling too long in the past would not help with the mission at hand. 

He accepted the warm champagne, silently toasting his two unlikely traveling companions. His attention shifted to the Winter Soldier. If he couldn't stay in his past, he would distract himself with another's. 

As the flight continued and the conversation waned, they decided to rest in the quiet hours they had left. Zemo retrieved a pillow from the closet and brought it to his nose. The subtle hint of her washed over him. He wasn't sure if her scent had truly lingered or if the barrage of memories had triggered something more. His body tensed at the recollection; pain burned like fire through his core. There was nothing he could do to bring them back. They were gone, and he was alone.

"Relax, my love." Her voice was a ghosted whisper on the back of his neck. "It'll all work out. When we get there, you will see. It will be alright."

"How can you be so sure, Liebling?"

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder before burying her head there a moment.

He turned into her, searching for answers.

Her encouraging smile warmed his nerves. "They will see what I see: your brilliant mind, your kind heart, and your love for your country. The council will approve your request to help the people."

His finger curled tenderly under her chin, lifting her delicate features. "Where would I be without you?"

"Luckily, you'll never need to find out." She leaned forward, closing the gap, covering his lips with her own. 

His arms circled her waist, drawing her nearer. Their movements were slow and steady, warmth building between them as a calmness washed over him. 

His gloved fist slammed forward, hovering just above the wall. His pulse quickened, and blood boiled. He pounded the air with great restraint, stopping before making a sound as he did not wish to draw attention to himself.

The vision of their bodies huddled together in the rubble was an image that had haunted him every single day. That he could handle; it fueled his vengeance, his anger, his frustrations. That memory allowed him to close himself off and harden his heart. It allowed him to focus his mind on problems he could solve, like the Avengers and ending the super-soldier program once and for all. 

These memories—his innocence, her beauty, and grace— cut deeper than any wound ever could. The only treasure that had ever truly mattered to him had heedlessly been taken. His head hung a little lower as he wondered what they would think of him now. Would it still "work out" and be "alright" when so little of himself was left to give? 

He returned to his seat, resting his head on the pillow, the many memories made on that plane spirling in his mind. His fingers slipped in his jacket pocket, pulling out an old photo of the three of them. He had been too late to save them, but there were other children like his son out there. He wouldn't delude himself into being a hero, but even if he could save one child in his son's name that would be a start. He tucked it back away, keeping it close to his heart. 

Love and grief. He thought to himself as his eyes drifted closed. The two things in life that change you beyond repair; and, he had suffered both.

Perma(til the end of the line): @the-soot-sprite​​

Zemo tags: @montypythonsholysnail​, @killsandthrills​, @noavengers​

[krysphycookiez]

ateez | you as the female maknae

synopsis: you’re the youngest and only female member in ateez, let’s see how you get along with the boys

genre: fluff, platonic, imagines

pairing: ateez x maknae!reader

a/n: sooo uhhh yeah this is my first fanfic post on tumblr, i never really see these types of genres for in any ateez fanfic so i thought i’d try it out. i hope y’all enjoy it!

❤︎

tbh i think seonghwa be a bit distant at first, since he really didn’t know how to interact with you, not to mention the slight age gap

but then as you two started to spend more time together you gradually started getting closer

now the two of you have the cutest parent/child like relationship ever

take his babying tendencies with the other members and multiply it by 10

he always tries to take care of you in small ways like giving you water after dance practice or making sure you don’t overexert yourself

a bit overprotective but for the most part he just let’s you do whatever

also nags you a lot

whether it’s to do your homework or to eat something

he’s very worried about you all the time because of rude fans and netizens

but at the end of the day he knows you can handle yourself

even then you still depend on him sometimes

seonghwa also probably scolds the other members if they go too far with pranks/teasing

his bias towards you is very obvious

but he still sees you as a smol child that has to be protected at all costs

hongjoong is basically seonghwa’s behavior around you but 10x worse (not in a bad way tho lmao)

he definitely nags you a lot more because he’s a stressed leader

but that’s just how he shows he cares for you

definitely favors you a lot more than the boys when they are being annoying

he also makes sure you’re okay and in perfect health all the time

usually lets you help develop new tracks when you’re in the mood to help

sometimes even gives you some producing and recording tips, while also letting you listen to his most recent tracks

if you’re a foreigner that speaks english he probably tries his best to make you comfortable by speaking english to you

and both of you make a great translator duo too

even if you aren’t a foreigner but you still speak english you both probably have english conversations anyways

there’s of course those times where he scared you to death cause he’s upset

but he really doesn’t mean to scare you and apologizes afterwards

also overprotective like seonghwa, he just doesn’t want anyone hurting his precious baby

you just basically accepted that hongjoong and seonghwa adopted you

this bitch is either very soft around you or very annoying around you

depending on his mood, yunho will either baby you like you’re a toddler or tease you like there’s no tomorrow

especially because of your height too, he’s basically a tree compared to you

on vacation days he probably spends his time with you by either cooking or watching movies together

he really sees you as his little sister and he enjoys the feeling

if you’re one of the main dancers you and him probably do a lot of choreography covers together

especially bts covers

he usually teases you about certain idols you admire, jokingly saying you have a crush on them

this sometimes goes too far that even hongjoong gets involved

but at the end of the day it’s all just fun and games

whenever you’re feeling down he’s one of the members that comforts you because he can sense when you’re in a gloomy mood

he just wants you to feel happy and safe cause of the harsh idol life all of you go through

he’s also one of those friends that never lets you forget about embarrassing shit you’ve done too

but he will always be your sweet little teddy bear

like seonghwa, yeosang probably was a little shy around around you at first, probably cause you were a girl

but now he’s a ruthless and shameless little shit around you

he teases you all. the. time. there’s never a moment where he doesn’t take the opportunity to tease you

he’s the reason why you developed your sneaky and savage side in the first place

LOTS of insult battles, and it’s usually a 50/50 win too

though there’s always those petty fights about who won too and the other members just watch the chaos unfold

probably takes you out to eat chicken with him too, cause he still cares for you

and also the type to say “no one but me is allowed to call you stupid names and tease you”

speaking of stupid names, he barely refers you to your actual name off screen, he always has dumb nicknames for you

and vice versa too, you also can get pretty creative with names

but he’s also one of the members to automatically know when somethings wrong with you, like yunho he’s emotional support for you

also encourages you to push harder as well (ofc not TOO far), because he wants you to be the best version of yourself

no one can hurt you in any way or that person will get a piece of yeosang’s mind

even though he’s an annoying brat around you all the time, he still deeply cares and cherishes you cause he really does love you like his sister

he loves you so much! san thinks you’re so adorable and he just loves you so much

probably praises you for every little thing you do too. the others sometimes get tired of his antics sometimes but you find them cute

you steal his attention from wooyoung and that sometimes causes petty rivalries, but it’s all just fun and games

he’s also another member to know when something’s up with you, cause you guys were even close during trainee days

initiated a lot of skinship with you, and he likes to play with your hair too and vice versa

also a lot of aegyo between the two of you, you two are just so soft for each other it’s irresistible

san is also the type of friend to wake you up at like- 3 in the morning to play games with him or watch a movie

speaking of games, you guys also play a lot of games together

most of the time san wins though

if you speak english, he probably asks for tips and lessons on english, and you’re partly the reason why he has a smooth accent and decent vocabulary

you also probably tease him a bit, especially about his dance audition to KQ, which always results in a smack

platonic kisses on the cheek and head too off screen, there might have been a few cases where you two might have actually kissed on the lips

but probably because you lost a bet

he’s your little cheerleading puppy and you two are just such cuties together

crackhead duo, enough said

you and mingi always say and start the weirdest shit all the time, you both team up to prank the other members

mainly with seonghwa and hongjoong cause their reactions are funny. though you never dare to lay a finger on jongho

you two once started a running gag about calling seonghwa oppa (you call them hyung) and that joke lasted for a week

he also watches a lot of memes with you, and both of you have the craziest laughs ever

sometimes the other members are concerned for your mental health

if you aren’t a rapper, you probably try to imitate his rapping. it always looks very silly and he just cracks up at the sight

you two also cause a lot of chaos when it’s just you and the others without the 98 liners

also you two aren’t allowed to cook together anymore

one day when you it was just you and the 99 liners, mingi threw some flour at you while baking and it caused a whole ass war

hongjoong spent an hour wiping frosting off of the wall, and you guys got a huge scolding from seonghwa. still worth it though

you probably steals his hoodies cause they are so warm. he either doesn’t mind or gets whiny about it

probably has pasted sticky notes all over your room before in random spots, and you did the same to him too

you two are the equivalent to chaotic twin siblings and it’s just adorable

two words; sneaky bitch

wooyoung can and will annoy you to death with his stupid antics, and vice versa too

you two probably didn’t get along at first in trainee days but now you guys are the closest you can get

he’s very affectionate around you that even SAN sometimes gets jealous, san of all people! you have to be very special to make him jealous

also those petty rivalries between you and him over san never really last that long, it’s just stupid bickering

probably tags along with you and mingi to prank the other members

LOTS of flirting and stupid pickup lines

he usually wins them because you can’t beat that man’s charm, but sometimes he makes a comment a little too inappropriate that results in a scolding

both of you also do a lot of stupid dances together, and the other members just watch you guys wonder what the hell you two inhaled

if there’s a rumor/false scandal surrounding you, he will comfort you the most and protect you at all costs, even going as far to glare and call out someone who insulted you

also initiates a lot of skinship with you, though not as much as san, you just always smell good so he can’t help himself

you two also cause a lot of chaos at fansigns, whether it’s fighting over a snack or smacking each other with toys

sometimes people think you guys are childhood friends, and who can blame them? you two are so close it’s immaculate

and maybe a few dating rumors surrounded you before, but at the end of the day you guys are just really good friends

jongho is the only member who doesn’t baby you, since you guys are pretty close in age

he doesn’t really show it cause he doesn’t like showing affection on screen, but he always looks out for you

no one dares to mess with you when jongho is around cause they know they are gonna get their shit rocked

mingi and wooyoung learned that the hard way

he’s very caring for you and although he doesn’t show it by hugging or in any other physical gestures, he shows it through words

he actually was really shy to talk to you at first cause he thought you were really pretty, so you guys talked through notes

eventually he came out of his shell and now he talks to you like one of his close friends

if you’re one of the main vocalists, you and him probably sing a lot together, even when he’s breaking apples

has probably taken you to a few puppy cafes before so you could frolic with all of the adorable dogs

he just really wants the best for you, even if this isn’t super visible on screen

you also jump on his back a lot to make him carry you cause he’s a strong boi

he also just picks you up randomly and throws you over his shoulder just for your reaction

and it’s a lot of screaming fyi

overall, he brings out the more calming and quiet side in you, but it’s nothing bad, because both of you know that you care for each other

❤︎

a/n: so that’s it for the first fanfic post! i’m sorry if it isn’t that good it’s been a while since it’s been a while since i wrote a fanfic, so this is a fresh new start for me!

i might move some of my wattpad stories here on tumblr, but see will see ;) requests are still open! so drop some requests if you liked this one

this is @/krysphycookiez logging off... ♡︎

[junjungsunwoo]

Happy Times.

Pairing: Donghyuck(Haechan) x Reader

Summary: You never realized how big of an impact Donghyuck left on you, how all of your happiest moments, where all spent with him. 

Genre: Fluff, angst

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings : Mentions of pregancy, reader is not focusing on driving for a bit, mentions of a child, mentions of death.

Tagging: @puppyjwoo , @geniejunn

Networks: @supermwritersnet, @knet-bakery​

A/N: This was writen fo @for-sungchan‘s collab “...Dear you”. Thank you for letting me write for Haechan! It was super fun writing this, and I just love this idea so much! Thanks for letting me join!

-> main masterlist | nct main masterlist | nct dream masterlist

“Dear, Lee Donghyuck,

Hey Hyuckie! You are probably wondering why I’m writing this letter instead of just telling you what I want to say. There is really no reason as to why I’m doing this haha, I just wanted to because...I don’t know, I just think that writing a letter for someone you love is such a heartfelt thing- so yeah. Here I am haha. But anyways-

Happy Three Years Anniversary! 

Wow, I can’t believe it’s already been three years. I could still remember the first time I met you. Do you remember? The first time we met and how we were at each other’s throats? It’s quite funny honestly, how far we’ve come.

I could still remember me accidentally spilling hot coffee on you, and you starting to yell at me. I knew it was my fault, and I wanted to apologize then but the way you were talking to me was just so...irritating. 

But despite all of that, we’ve come really far. I never realized how lonely I was until I met you. Even though you were annoying and rude at the beginning, you were always there. Unlike the people who pretended to care only to leave me in the dust. I think it was that day that I found another version of myself, you brought up and made me into someone I wished to be for a long time, and I really want to thank you for that- actually, there are a lot of things I want to thank you for. 

Thank you for always being there.

You were always with me whenever I needed you to- you were there even when I didn’t too, and I’m super grateful for that. You were there when my best friend left me for her now ex-boyfriend, you were there for me when my parents were getting divorced, you were there when my grandparents died. You were there with me through it all, through all my ups and downs. You saw me at my best and at my worst, and yet you continued to stay. You never left my side even though everyone else did. Thank you, really for staying with me through my all.

      2. Thank you for letting me get to know you. 

I know from the moment I met you that you weren’t what you seemed. You were always so...bright, so happy, but no one is ever truly happy forever. I knew there was something you were hiding from your friends- from me. I knew you had a lot of secrets to hide, and I never wanted to pressure you into telling me. But the moment you told me, I felt so many things- happy, because you trusted me enough to tell me, sad because I never knew how hard it was for you to keep putting on this mask that restrains you from being yourself, and proud. Proud that you were finally able to get it off your chest, that you were ready to let go of your past, and that you were accepting yourself. Thank you for sharing your secrets with me, thank you for trusting me.

     3. Thank you for believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.

You were always the one who cheered me up when I failed at something. You always told me that you believed in me, that you always will- even when everyone else in the world doesn’t. You don’t know how much these words mean to me. Every time I thought of giving up, your words would always ring in my head like an annoying alarm that just won’t shut off no matter what, and it would bring me back on my feet with passion exploding in my system. You were- you are my source of encouragement, you are the very thing that drives me, and you are the very reason why I feel alive. So thank you, Donghyuck, my full sun- for believing in me.

     4. Thank you for loving me.

Thank you, Donhyuck, for loving me when no one else did, for loving me when everyone and everything else looked down upon me. Every time I thought I could never be loved, you were always there to remind me that you would always be there to love me. Thank you for always putting me first, for taking care of me. Thank you for always looking out for me, for bringing out the best of me. Thank you for continuing to love me even after seeing me at my worst. Thank you, for loving me.

     5. Thank you for letting me love you. 

I could never stop telling you that I love you. Because I will never stop loving you. I understand the difficulty to open up to other people that isn’t yourself, and that’s why I feel so lucky that you are letting me stay by your side. To be able to stand by you through your ups and downs like how you were there through mine. I really do love you Hyuck, and I feel always feel like I’m not enough for you or that you deserved better, but you were always there to reassure me that I was the one you want. Thank you for letting me love you Hyuck, really, thank you.

There are a lot of other reasons why I love you Hyuck, but I feel like If I were to keep going, the letter might last forever, so I better stop here. But really- thank you Donghyuck, for being there for me, for believing in me, and for loving me for these past years. I...have no words to describe the love I have for you. It’s something I don’t think words could ever express. I never knew how big of an impact you made on me, Donghyuck. Every time you aren’t near me, I feel like my heart is aching and breaking. Every time I’m close to you, my heart would beat so quickly and smiles would never leave my face. I would feel so peaceful, so at rest, and so...at home when I’m with you. I love you so, so much Hyuck. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here. I love you Donghyuck, my full sun. There are no words in the world that can ever be enough to be able to express my love for you.

You are my home Donghyuck, you’re my everything, all I ever need. I wish things could last like this forever. Thank you Donghyuck, for loving me.

 I love you, so much.

Love, 

y/n.

A gentle smile forms on your face as you see the little note on the back of the letter written by Donghyuck, it was simple, sweet- but something you hold dear. It was words that would keep you going even if the world around you was on fire.

“Thank you so much for the letter Angel, I might not show it sometimes, but I love you too, a lot. Even if the world burns and the sky falls, you will still be the only one in my eye, my only star, my only home.”

Soon a single crystal clear tear rolls down your face and soon, more follow after it. As you carefully fold the letter back into its envelope, you couldn’t help but reminisce everything about him. His eyes, his lips, his hands- his everything. 

You missed him so much. 

He was your best friend, your soulmate, your family, your home, your everything. 

Putting the letter back into its small box, you lock it away with a key that Donghyuck gave you for your second anniversary. Wiping your tears away, you head down to the living room of your house that you once shared with your boyfriend, you see your son playing on his own with a toy car that you know Donghyck gave him. Picking him and the toy up, you lead him outside to your car before securing him in his baby seat in the back before you got into the driver’s seat. 

 The drive was silent. It was as if your son knows how you were feeling, the usually loud and cheerful personality of his was quiet and dull. Neither of you talked, both quiet and doing your own things- you son quietly playing by himself, and you driving while being lost in your thoughts.

Arriving at your destination, you slowly park your car, as if you were dreading the next hour. You unbuckle your son from his baby seat and brought him down to the ground, you lead him through the park. Carefully walking along the gravel road, being careful of your steps so you don’t trip and fall, your left hand holding onto your son, and your right hand supporting your heavy stomach.

During your walk, your mind couldn’t help but think- what would happen if he was still here with you and your son? What if he never left? Maybe if he didn’t, you could be a happy family of four.

But it was all too late now, everything is gone- all of your motivation, all of your feelings went away when he left.

He had left you, your son, and your unborn daughter without a word, without warning. There was nothing you could do anymore, even when you were so desperate to bring him back that you could give up anything- you couldn’t, you can’t. 

For nothing could ever bring back a person to life. 

@ junjungsunwoo, all right reserved.

[twstdreams]

HC for enemies--friends--lovers please! With Epel, Ace, Floyd💛

Everyone is a sucker for enemies to friends to lovers, including me, but that is quite a long process so I changed it to enemies to friends to crush! I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Floyd’s section contains bullying and not respecting personal boundaries, long post

Includes spoilers for episode 1

Epel Felmier

Enemies

You two start off on the wrong foot when Epel thinks you’ve misgendered him. You were pointing towards him and giggled with your friend, saying, “She’s so cute!”

Epel immediately shuts you down and tells you that he’s a man

Being called out so publicly shocks you, especially since you were referring to the familiar beside him. But eyes are starting to linger your way, so you decide to stay silent. Besides, why was he even listening in to your conversation?

Epel is annoyed because he takes your silence for shame. You feel uncomfortable because of both the unwanted attention and the fact that Epel confronted you so publicly instead of approaching you personally, preferably without the class staring.  

Friends

Neither of you make an effort to approach the other, perfectly content staying in your own circles until you’re forced to be lab partners. It’s a little awkward but you both know Crewel doesn’t give easy assignments, so you put aside memories of your first impressions of each other.

Here and there little bits of conversation sneak in. Discussing the latest assignment while waiting for something to reduce, complaining about the mess the ghost wedding made while distilling this or that, talking about favourite foods in the cafeteria while sharing notebooks to write down qualitative and quantitative observations

The two of you find out your common interests and take turns letting each other gush. Your relationship with Epel improves and your feelings towards him morph into something more pleasant

At the end of the experiment, you get the courage to sincerely apologize and clear air. From there, the two of you become friends.

You encourage him to go for a manly aesthetic if that’s what makes him happiest while providing your opinions to help him widen his viewpoint. He appreciates the support and discovers more sides to you as your friendship continues

Crush

He loves the way your eyes sparkle when he carves all sorts of creations out of apples but crinkles his nose when you suggest he make one that looks like a Nashi pear

You two sneak out and have yakiniku to celebrate the end of exams! 

Epel feels like he can be himself without reservation around you. He’s never been one for romance or flowery gestures, but as much as he’s nervous to admit it, the feelings he has for you have bloomed into something beyond friendship. And the nervous butterflies that erupt in his stomach every so often aren’t from some botched potion either

You admire Epel’s persistence and hardworking spirit, but even more than that you crave his attention and affection in a unique way. You see Epel’s apparent distaste for romance when topics like true love’s kiss or love poems come up, so you hide your feelings. Unfortunately, even in the darkness, they continue to grow

Ace Trappola

Enemies

When you first meet Ace Trappola, you are not impressed. He radiates little sibling energy in the worst way. You can just feel that he was the youngest that tried to get away with everything with sweet words and a cheeky smile

His lack of filter is annoying but more importantly he seems to be on Riddle’s hit list. With hopes of avoiding getting collared by the dorm leader, you swiftly avoid the troublemaker. Someone who nearly got expelled and subsequently punished by Riddle on the same day was not someone you wanted to hang out with.

Unfortunately, luck is not on your side. You were minding your own business while tending to the flamingoes only to find yourself suddenly embroiled in his harebrained scheme to skip chores. 

Ace pretends to help you out but Riddle catches him in the act and now the two of you are in trouble! You, for hiding Ace, and him for trying to avoid his responsibilities. The hundreds of rules you have to copy by hand are enough to fuel your hatred for the redhead 

Friends

You actively avoid Ace until he stands up to the dorm leader. Quite frankly, since he needed to punch Riddle to get the message through, his communication skills definitely leave something to be desired. However, his action, as clumsy as they were, bring about good change for the dorm and Riddle

You’re still a little weary, Riddle isn’t that lenient even after relaxing and Ace is as blunt as ever, but you have a newfound understanding of Ace

The two of you get closer bit by bit. One day, you’re partners to paint roses, having fun practicing casting spells and perhaps keeping quiet about a hedgehog that turned lilac for a bit. 

The next day, you’re casually chatting while playing croquet at an Unbirthday party

Another day, you let Ace have the last slice of cherry pie in exchange for him teaching you a cool card trick he showed you the day before. Little things keep adding up, intertwining your lives closer together

Crush

Eventually, you watch Ace play basketball. He describes it as a casual practice but you can’t help but be drawn in by his playing style. Ace looks so cool during the scrimmage, interrupting his opponent’s offence with ease and changing the tide of the game in an instant!

His spatial awareness shines through when all it takes is a quick glance at the hoop for him to take a shot. Your heart may have skipped one too many beats when the basketball flew into the net.

As the days pass, you find yourself looking forward to his teasing. Sometimes he actually manages to fluster you! Otherwise, you two enjoy a casual banter. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you ignore the butterflies in your stomach

Floyd Leech

Enemies

Are you scared of Floyd? Why yes you are, which is why you go out of your way to avoid him. The way Savanaclaw students quake in fear when they accidentally bump into Floyd is enough to confirm that you should steer clear of the belligerent eel

Unfortunately, this sentiment is one sided. Floyd has taken to calling you glass catfish because you’re both horribly skittish around him and your terror is clear! He thinks it’s cute how you assume crowds will keep you safe and you do your best to not be alone.

Quite frankly, it’s a one-sided animosity. Floyd thinks you’re funny while your torment is his pleasure. You try to keep your calm but his relaxed comments of breaking bones and the looming threat of being squeezed keeps you on your toes

Honestly, you’re a little miffed. First of all, why is he so fast? Secondly, there must be others to scare. You’re sure Azul gives him enough work in that aspect. And finally, how are you supposed to memorize all these mushroom species and history facts when Floyd has deemed you his current favourite squeaky toy?

Friends

You always assumed Floyd’s squeeze would be a horrible experience of organs being rearranged and the nasty sound of something snapping. So when the first time he embraces you and it’s the feeling of warm, strong arms curling around you protectively, your brain short circuits 

You had been fuming and more than a little annoyed so when you crossed paths with some rowdy students, instead of spitting out some standard apology and being on your merry way, you snapped back! And, like most students at NRC, they didn’t take kindly to it. 

It feels ironic that you had avoided Floyd so fervently but in the end, you only had yourself to blame for stirring up trouble. Magic battles were most definitely against the rules but you didn’t have any intentions on letting some fireballs scorch you either

Yet your opponents quickly withdraw when Floyd chimes, “Let me join in!~” And for once, you’re happy that Floyd is around. It must show on your face because in the midst of drawling about how boring it is now that the tension is gone, he breaks out into a smile

“You’re grinning glass catfish!” It’s the first time Floyd ever makes you smile and it’s far from the last 

Your friendship is very much a give and take affair. You learn to go with the flow, but you put your foot down as necessary. More than you expect, Floyd can be amendable to your demands. He’s still as chaotic as ever though, hedonistic almost to a fault

Crush

You two have a takoyaki adventure! Cooking with Floyd is nothing short of chaotic. For the first half, he’s bored and pacing around. You chop up ingredients and he not so secretly snacks on them. Then when it’s time to fry the takoyaki in the molds, he’s suddenly over-pouring batter and eating them almost as fast as you make them! By the end, you didn’t even get to take a picture of the takoyaki you two made but his goofy grin and lips covered in sauce engrain themselves into your memory

“I could eat you up too!” he comments with his signature laugh and it does dangerous things to your heart.

“Please don’t!” you squeak out hastily but you can’t help the flush of heat that comes with embarrassment nor the hasty hand gestures as you avoid his gaze. Your pulse starts to increase rapidly, but you know it’s not out of fear

You won’t complain of boring days anymore. For now, you let the current take you where it will. And if that destination happens to be romantic, well you’re not one to fight the waves

[chibinekochan]

Cherry Serpent - ft. Levi / reader

In this au you are a member of a semi famous j pop group, named Cherry Serpent. 

You are a human exchange student and asked Lucifer and Diavolo to keep your fame a secret, since you desire to live a normal life, at least in the devildom. Lucifer doesn't get it but is fine with this. You also get your own little portal so you can travel freely between the worlds. Soon you find out that Levi is your biggest fan.

  Small side notes - Cherry Serpent is an enby group, their whole aesthetic is based around snakes and cherries with an overall cute look. The group has 5 members.

Your character is Sakura, who is the cute one of the group. You wear a wig and contacts on stage. With some pretty heavy makeup. 

Here is how I picture Mc's stage outfit.

  Pairing: Levi x reader

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At the start of your exchange program you didn't hear any mention of cherry serpent. It's not a huge surprise and honestly it's a relief. You don't have to worry about anything and just be yourself. 

On stage you must play the role of the cutie with a love for cherries. In reality you are a huge anime and game nerd with a love for hoodies. Most people would be very disappointed if they knew. At least you believe that. 

Not long after coming to the devildom you become friends with Levi. You find it very easy to be around Levi. He never judges you for anything and it's very relaxing to be with him.

  Everything is going very well. You feel much more relaxed and your idol carrier is also going well.

  Well, at least until the day you walk into Levi's room and find a huge poster of your own face staring right back at you. 

You stare at it in awe. You can remember the photoshoot very vividly.

  “Hey perfect timing. I was just about to tell you about my newest treasure. Look at this beauty. It's so rare for Sakura to have a photoshoot, they are very shy. I relate so much. I'm so happy. I mean it's super rare merch.” Levi is very happy, so happy that he doesn't realize that you have gotten a bit pale. Now he will surely notice that you are Sakura. I mean it's literally your face but like 3 times bigger than you are. 

“Oh, wow that's pretty cool.” You try to not show your distress. 

“Sakura is just so cute, look at their signature hand sign. I mean I have pre-ordered the new CD of course. Actually about 500 of them. I know it sounds like a lot but they have limited photos of them all and a chance to win a vip ticket for the next concert.” Levi is in full fan mode. 

It's pretty sweet of him to be this excited about it. Even when 500 copies seems a bit too much to you. 

“You really are a huge cherry serpent fan.” You never thought that a demon would ever be your fan, especially since you have not heard a single thing about it since your arrival. 

“Ohhh, you know about them? Don't tell me you are a fellow cs stan?” Levi's eyes light up. 

You bite your lips, darn you forgot that your group is just semi famous even by human standards, it's rare to meet a person that recognizes you just from a poster. 

“I have heard about them.” You try to be vague. 

“That's so cool! Who is your favorite? I mean I'm a full Sakura stan. Maybe I'm biased but when I first heard their first solo single 'cherry beast.' I was so excited and they sang about the love between a sea beast and a human. It was so touching. Ever since that day, I've been their biggest fan.” Levi has stars in his eyes.

  This is pretty embarrassing. You can't help but blush a little, of course you had people tell you things like this before during handshake events but they all were strangers. 

This here is different, it's your friend telling you how much they love your work. Even when Levi doesn't know that you are Sakura.

  “I think they are all great but why Sakura?” You wonder a bit about this. 

“Well, other than their cute outfit, they have the best voice, the best signature move. They always encourage everyone. Like one day I felt very down and sent a request to their radio show and Sakura was so sweet and really encouraged me. I know Sakura isn't the best dancer but they always train so hard and improve so much everyday. I honestly want to be more like that. We also share a love for water creatures. I mean their favorite pet is a fish, despite them only being able to have a toy fish due to their busy life. Such a tragedy.” Levi seems unable to stop himself.

  This makes you smile. You have never heard anyone say such sweet things about you. 

“I know it must sound funny to you.” Levi seems a bit embarrassed. 

“Oh no, you were just so cute that I couldn't help smiling.” You are telling at least half of the truth. 

Levi blushes.“ You shouldn't tease me like this.” He is pouting. 

You giggle a little. “Sorry Levi.”

“Now that I think about it, you are similar to Sakura.” Levi looks closely at you.

Did he notice who you really are? 

“What do you mean?” You shift nervously around.

“You always encourage me too.” Levi gives you a smile. 

Now you feel a bit embarrassed.“That's very sweet of you to say Levi.” 

“I also think that you look similar.” Levi says this very quietly. 

“I'm not sure if I do.” You can't say that you don't look like this at all. 

“Well, how about we listen to their old CD and play some games?” Levi is utterly embarrassed again and just tries to move on.

  You welcome this chance. 

After a few games you both take a break. 

The CD is still running in the background, it's pretty surreal. What are you going to do when Levi notices that this is your voice?

  All kinds of thoughts keep running through your head for the rest of the day.��

Why does Levi have to be your fan boy? 

It's not like you want to hide this from him but how will he react once you tell him the truth?

He will be disappointed in you for sure. You basically lied to your best friend. 

You ponder about this for the rest of the night. Causing you to be very tired the next day.

  Asmo sees you and can't help himself to mention it.“Don't tell me that you have been gaming all night again? You have an awful complexion. Well, nothing that I can't fix of course.” He shakes his head. 

“Not this time Asmo. I just have been thinking about some stuff.” You sigh lightly. 

“What kind of stuff? I'm glad to hear you out you know.” Asmo tries to be supportive. 

You honestly appreciate this, especially today. “I can't really talk about it here.” You are afraid that Levi will overhear you. 

“In that case you should come to my room later.” Asmo gives you a suggestive smile. 

“If you mean to talk then I'm willing to come.” You know that he means no harm. 

“Alright, we will just have some snacks and tea and talk about all of your troubles.” Asmo shrugs and casually changes his tone. 

In the end he is a good friend. 

“I will bring your favorite cupcakes to make it up to you.” You give him a soft smile. 

“Now that is a plan. I'm looking forward to it.” Asmo is genuine about this and you are grateful.

  Later in the day you go to Asmos room with the promised cupcakes. 

Asmo is delighted. It seems like he is really looking forward to this. 

You both sit down and have some tea before starting your conversation.

  “I will get straight to the issue. I have a secret from my best friend and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.” You aren't sure how much you should tell Asmo. 

“Is this about you being a member of cherry serpent?” Asmo says this very casually, while you almost spit your tea out. 

“How do you know that?” You are too surprised to deny anything. 

“Please, I've known ever since we went to karaoke. Levi might be too blind to see it but I have heard enough of your music to recognize your voice. I mean your stage makeup is great but it's clearly you.” Asmo just shakes his head. 

“You knew all this time but never once mentioned it?” You are pretty baffled. 

“I know how it is to be in the spotlight and figured that you had reasons to hide it. I knew you would come forward when you are ready.” Asmo keeps sipping his tea. It's honestly amazing to you. 

“That was very nice of you Asmo.” You feel honestly touched. 

“Does that mean that you have finally fallen for me?” Asmo gives you a flirty smile. 

“Nope, I'm just glad that you support me.” You shoot him down with a smile. 

“Too bad. Well, anyway, I think you should tell Levi. I know he is your fanboy. I mean technically of Sakura, but I'm sure he will be happy to know that you are his favorite idol.”Asmo casually moves on and then gives you his suggestion. 

“I'm afraid that he will see me differently than now and I also don't want him to hate me. I hid this from him all this time after all.” Both things weigh equally on your mind. 

“He will figure it out sooner or later. If he finds this out from anyone else he will be much more hurt.” Asmo says this gently while still being firm. 

You can only agree and nod. “You are right.” You feel sad about this.

The last thing you want is for Levi to treat you differently. 

“Of course I'm right, and you know it's not the worst thing in the world to have your own personal cheerleader.” Asmo doesn't really understand your issue. 

“I just want to stay close to him. I can't do that if he is only my fan boy.” You shake your head. 

“You should tell him that. I don't think Levi will stop being your friend first and fanboy second. Maybe your relationship will change but that's not always a bad thing.” Asmo gives you some much needed encouragement. 

“You are right. Thank you for your help Asmo.” You give him a heartfelt smile. 

Asmo seems slightly troubled for a moment but then smiles as usual once again. “Everything for you.”

You spend some time with Asmo, catching up on the latest devildom gossip. 

After talking about anything you feel much better.

  You go back to your room and see a load of messages from Levi. 

It seems like he got tickets for an upcoming concert. All is well and good but it's a cherry serpent concert. 

Now you really need to come clean to Levi.

  After thinking for hours about the right way to gently break the news, you invite Levi over to your room.

  Not long after Levi arrives. He is still very giddy over the tickets. He almost seems to sparkle. “Hey, there. I guess you also wanted to celebrate the great news right? I have brought some snacks and some other stuff.” As usual he has brought some seemingly random things with him.

“Come in Levi. We really need to talk.” You give him a nervous smile. 

“Is the moment where you break up with me? Wait, we aren't dating…” Levi seems pretty confused. 

“Stop fooling around. There is something that I really need to tell you.” You feel slightly annoyed at his joke. 

“Alright, sorry…” Levi gets serious in an instant. One hundred reasons why you want to talk to him in such a serious manner race threw his head. No reason is a good one.

  Levi sits down, trying to prepare himself for whatever you will drop on him. 

“I know what I'm about to tell you will probably be upsetting. You should know that you are my best friend and if possible I want you to see me the same way as you see me now. You see, I have a big secret that I kept from everyone.” You take a small breath,“I'm a member of cherry serpent. To be more precise I'm Sakura.” 

You prepare yourself for whatever Levi will throw at you. His possible anger or hurt.

What hits you is stunned silence. Levi looks at you like he can't comprehend your words at all.

  It takes him a moment to get over the sheer shock of this information. “W-wait.. Hold it right there! You are SAKURA? Since when? Wait that's a stupid question. Are you serious right now?” Levi has huge issues understanding what you are saying. 

“It's true Levi. I'm sorry I have been hiding this for so long.” You feel pretty guilty. 

“Never mind that part but you are telling me that I'm friends with Sakura? THE SAKURA FROM CHERRY SERPENT?? I can't believe it!” Levi seems to struggle with his emotions but he seems pretty happy. 

“Well you are friends with me. I just happened to be Sakura as an idol.” You feel like you really need to point this out. 

“Oh yeah. That is an important distinction. So, you are telling me that my best friend is not only an idol but also my favorite idol on top of that?” Levi's confusion seems completely gone. He is very excited. 

“Yes, that's right. I mean, I didn't know that Sakura is your favorite idol.” This point is a bit embarrassing to you. 

“Now they definitely are. I mean my best friend is Sakura. So of course Sakura is my favorite idol.” Levi says this without any hesitation. 

This makes you smile. “That is very sweet of you Levi.”

Somehow this causes Levi to blush.“Stop being so unfair.” He mumbles. 

“Does that mean that you aren't mad? I mean, I've been lying to you for a pretty long time.” You are still bothered by it. 

“I'm not mad. I actually can't believe that I never noticed. In hindsight, I was pretty blind.” Levi seems to beat himself up more than anything. 

“I look very different on stage. I bet most people would be very disappointed by my normal appearance.” You give him a small smile. 

“Everyone that says that is a huge idiot. You are even better than Sakura in my opinion.” Levi seems a bit offended by your statement. 

This makes you giggle. “You truly are my biggest fan, aren't you Levi?” 

“Damn right I am! I will continue to support you and I will take your secret to my grave.” Levi says this with unusual confidence. It's something you can only see when he beats the final boss of a game. 

“You are the best!” You give him a big hug.

  This makes Levi freeze on the spot. “Hey, no surprise attacks!” 

You burst out laughing, there is your usual Levi. “Sorry Levi.”

“It's not like I hate it, but you should warn me.” Levi pouts a little.

You are just glad that your friendship is safe.

  On the day of your concert Levi joins the rest of your fans, as usual. 

Thanks to his great efforts he is far upfront. Waving his glowsticks. 

This is a very familiar sight to you. When you notice him your eyes meet just for a moment and you give him an extra smile while doing your signature move, just for him.

  Then you notice that Levi wears a shirt with your name on it. Not with his usual Sakura gear but your real name.

  What a sweet surprise. 

[starfoxrry]

louis’ such an angel he likes warm jumpers, keeping his hair soft and fluffy, hot tea with milk and no sugar (bc he’s sweet enough !), coco pops, floral arrangements to decorate any room he occupies, huge bean bags, sunbathing, fairy lights, spiderman and comic books, football and video games, smelling like vanilla and baby powder, wearing glitter eyeshadow, little doodles of smiley faces, scented candles, being silly with his big curly dog, matching his clothes to his hats or shoes, taking care of his baby siblings, playing with his brother’s toys on christmas day, hanging out with his grandparents, splurging for his family, being his mama’s best friend, dancing silly with his friends, giggling behind his hand, wearing turtlenecks, pouting when he’s not being cuddled, blushing when he’s being praised for his voice and work, wearing two hoodies at once bc he gets cold, putting his feet up on the dashboard when he’s not the one driving, going on walks where he plucks out dandelions, sweet candy and treats, chocolate milk and apple juice, trying his best at cooking for the people he loves, being gentle and caring towards his younger fans and his fans’ pets, leaving little easter eggs in his music/music videos/photoshoots/fashion for fans, playing treasure hunting games with his fans that includes international fans, playing with babies, being called loulou, little legend, sunshine, solecito, diamond, blu lou boi, achoo and boobear, loves playing harmless pranks on people to make them laugh, hes very respectful of his fans dietary needs and provided vegan candy and allergy free candy at his album party, he has a triangle tattoo on his ankle, a cheeky tattoo on his bum, his first ever band tattooed on his leg, a little tea cup tattoo, nickelback lyrics tattooed on his arm, a tattoo by a guy he helped accomplish his bucket list, he has the prettiest blue eyes and knows wearing certain colours brings them out even more, has eyelashes that fan his cheeks and the most beautiful cheekbones known to man, he cries when he gets to make other people happy, he cries when he gets emotional even on national tv, he cries when watching movies, he was a theatre kid and was so loved at school, he idolises amy winehouse and looks up to her genius song writing skills, he’s also camera shy and very sweet to the people he meets and collabs with, he gets shy when ppl tell him he’s beautiful, he checks up on his fans a bunch, he had a big grin on stage when fans threw rainbow flags and flowers to him, he tells his fans that their support is enough and spending their hard earned money on him is not necessary, he is so grateful every time the fans do something nice for him, he cares about the lgbtq+ ppl he meets and always makes sure that they have a safe space with him, he follows interior design accounts on instagram bc he wants his house to look pretty, he’s also an amazing encouraging caring mentor to his contestants on xfactor, he cares a lot about people who are less fortunate than him and gives back to the community as much as he can and he wants a huge family with lots of babies and when he has a bad day he used to tell his mama that he wants to make someone else happy today

[matildashoney]

All I’ve Ever Known // The Prologue

MOODBOARD // PREVIEW // TAGS // PLAYLIST // ASKS // LYTA

Let’s talk about Harry and Amelie!

Harry’s routine is always the same before a show. All of Live on Tour has been routine, at least.

That’s because Amelie has been around for nearly the entire tour, scheduling shows around when the meetings for her latest exhibition, her biggest exhibition – twenty pieces of art centred around boundaries and the journey to accepting them as they are – are going to be held, especially the mandatory meetings in-house with Susan – the agent that she’s started working with since she saw her work at an exhibition for up and coming artists two years ago and was thoroughly impressed – and Harry wanted to be as supportive as he could be. That meant being around, even if there was a world tour of eighty some dates across the globe.

Harry’s had the threat of losing Amelie once. He wouldn’t make that mistake, again.

His schedule for the day usually begins with getting to the venue, then soundcheck and tech rehearsal while the stage is being finalised, a light meal of some sort – usually that’s just Amelie eating and Harry having coffee and sitting with her because he’s a tad bit clingy – and a workout. Harry will shower and change, dragging Amelie into the bathroom and talking to her about any emails that she’s gotten, an update on any of the art and the designs that’s she’s been working on with the film that she was signed an artistic creative director for – which he was unbelievably proud of her for – and the dates that she would have to fly home to California to attend their meetings and go over the designs that the crew was working on.

Amelie and Harry were apart for a majority of the years before, nearly nine months apart two years ago and four months last year, graciously able to reconnect towards the end of the Live on Tour dates in late October when the major meetings were coming to a close regarding the exhibition and much of the creative direction was being sent through private emails and phone conferences. Harry was grateful that Amelie was with him, now, but he knew that she was stressed beyond measure. Amelie wears herself too thin, too often, and Harry doesn’t want to see her burn out like she had a year and a half before.

Harry would get changed shortly after his shower, getting in the chair and giving hair and makeup time to do their work, this being the moment that Amelie steps aside and tends to her computer work or talking with her cousin about where the best photographs would be taken for her to sketch out for a project she was working to give Harry for Christmas, that year.

Not that Harry knew this.

Then it’s Amelie’s turn, getting dressed in an outfit that most likely matches Harry’s suit to an extent. Harris designed a few dresses and pant suits for the final show to match what Harry had had selected for himself, giving her the options. Tonight, for the final show, Amelie is wearing the black and gold sparkled pantsuit that’s tight fitting to her chest and thighs, flaring at her calves, a new nose ring hooped into her piercing, her hair a new shade of platinum and curled the way she – and he – loves so much. Not that she admits it often, but it’s always her favourite when they match; it’s their hinted way of saying that they’re together without anyone actually catching on.

Three years in, and crowds are still oblivious to the relationship that they have, and it’s something they cherish, especially with how Harry is painted in the media more often than not. Helene is always very careful with their photographs, too, never sharing too much but always giving the pictures that she has of them backstage. Those might be their favourite shots, the ones where they’re kissing or Harry’s arms are tightly wrapped around her waist, or she’s wiping lipstick off his cheeks. Always a sweet reminder that they’re there, in this together, whatever it may bring.

And by the time everyone is done getting ready, Harry is ready to eat something light, warm his voice, and head on stage. Outside is buzzing with excitement, and they can already hear the crowd singing to “Olivia”, which is Harry’s favourite. Amelie’s computer is away, all of her attention ready to be set on her man, the love of her life, and admire him do what he loves on stage.

Harry was made to be there, to be the star of the show.

And tonight, this show, is bittersweet in a lot of ways. It’s the final Live on Tour date. Coming to a close of eighty-nine shows, all around the world, ninety minutes that tens of thousands can be themselves in one room, one arena. It’s special. It’s something that not many could do. Amelie knows that she surely couldn’t. It’s admirable and brave to be vulnerable to so many people. And although Harry would have liked to write an album a bit more authentic to his sound, what he loves, Amelie is encouraging him every step of the way that now he’s seen how many people adore him and want to see him be himself. He has a million chances to get it right, to grow, to change.

Anne is there. Fay and Luca. Phoebe and her girlfriend, Deb. Brandon and Autumn. Jenny and Dan, Amaya and Amari. All of their friends.

And Amelie. Always where Harry can see her. Always where Harry can know that she’s there to support him, and love him, and be the one that will hold him tight and say that’s she’s proud of him when the show comes to a close.

All of their entourage for the evening is gathered backstage, Amari on Jenny’s waist and Amaya standing close by to Uncle Harry as they all talk and decide on where the children will stay towards the end of the show. Harry’s extremely protective of his goddaughters – and his entire family – to say the least.

Jeff walks into the dressing room, telling Harry that’s it’s time to go, that the show is about to start. Sarah and Mitch walk in behind him, greeting everyone, Adam and Clare shuffling in. Harry is smiling, his heart full of love and so much happiness that isn’t quite sure what could be better.

That’s until Amelie brings him to the side, to the quiet corner in the hallway, taking a polaroid out of her pocket, one with Amelie kissing Harry’s cheek with a smile spread ear to ear on his lips, and sticking it inside the tiny slip in his suit jacket.

“Not one person in this arena could be prouder of you than I am,” Amelie smiles, her eyes wet with tears as Harry swipes a stray beneath her lashes, “and I want you to have this near your heart, to remind you that I fucking adore you and everything you do. All the songs, all the tears, all the love. That’s all you, inside of you. Less than two years and you’ve acted in a film, released an album, done two tours, and you’ve supported me like no one else ever has. Not one person on this planet will ever know the way it is to love you, and I’m beyond grateful that you chose me. I’ll do this with you forever, Harry.”

Harry’s on the verge of tears, now, cupping her jaw and kissing her in a way that could say everything he isn’t sure how to articulate. He loves her. God, he fucking loves her. And he’s sure that he loves her more than anyone could ever love another person in the entire world. That’s why there’s a ring in his duffle bag, a ring that her grandfather gave him the day they went to visit a day before his show, telling Harry that her grandmother always said that the person that falls in love with Amelie should have it, because it would mean more to her than she would ever admit. And Harry wants to give it to her, and everyday feels like the day.

“All for you, all of this is for you, you know that? Everything I do.”

Amelie wraps her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly, soaking in the way that for a moment, it’s only them and their love and how much of their life is surrounded by the way that they support each other. Her fingers toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, not wanting to ruin his hair, even though she knows that he wouldn’t mind. And they stand that way for a few minutes, knowing that someone is going to come and whisk him away for the show to start, and Amelie will stand right where the stairs are to be the last person he sees before going on stage.

“I adore you, Harry Styles. More than anyone has ever loved another person,” Amelie whispers into his neck, and Harry pulls away for a moment to look at her. “And I am unbelievably proud of you. Not just as your girlfriend, but as your best friend.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” Harry stares at Amelie as if she’s hung the moon and the stars in the sky and aligned all the planets for them to live the life they’re living. Helene is hidden behind a wall, snapping pictures of the two in the middle of their moment, unable to hear the way they’re speaking so fondly of each other. They’ll want the memories, the photographs of the moment that only they shared. “You’ll be at the B Stage, right? I’m ready to sing my heart out to you.”

“Always.”

And Amelie’s right. Not one show has she missed being right there, standing in front of him, singing the words to the songs that he wrote for her, as his way to show the love that couldn’t be said in an everyday conversation.

“Harry, it’s time to go,” Tom says, kindly taking the two out of their bubble and patting Harry’s cheek. “Know where you’re going, Ames?”

Amelie smiles at the name, knowing that it’s all Harry’s doing that so many people in their life have taken to calling her that. “Always.”

“Great. Have to take him away but you’ll see him soon.”

Harry takes a deep breath, nodding to his manager and taking a few steps away and towards the huddled group in the centre of the corridor, all of his band and team and crew gathering to have a final few words before the show would begin. Amelie squeezes Harry’s hand reassuringly, stealing a kiss – not that she’s stealing much when she has about a hundred a day – and smiling, releasing him and gently nudging him towards the group, taking her backstage pass between her fingertips and walking towards the walkway of the stage, slinking down and hiding herself as security lights a path for her to the stairs. All of the band is shuffling quickly behind her, Harry talking to Jeff and giving Anne a kiss to her cheek before walking in their footsteps.

And standing there, listening to the arena cheering and screaming his name, the lights fading and the screens lifting, Harry knows that there is nothing that will replace this feeling. Euphoria, in a sense. Feeling completely at home and loved and free. He is well aware that having the love of his life there is a big part of that, because there is no better feeling than making the one you love proud of you.

There Amelie is, waiting for him at the edge of the stairs, his favourite smile on her lips, waiting to give him one last kiss before he steps on the stage, before he’s home.

“Enjoy every moment of this, baby,” Amelie smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands and kissing him sweetly. “This is all for you, you did this. I am so proud of you.” There’s a moment where they’re staring and it’s perfect. “Only Angel” is beginning to play, and the clock is ticking. “I’ll be right there singing back to you.”

“I love you,” Harry says, and there are no more words for him to express how wonderful he feels at that moment.

“All the way back to wherever you are, I love you. Always.”

One final kiss, and Harry is bounding up the steps, his in-ears pressed in place and the screams of the arena overwhelming him in the best way. His attitude changes to the stage presence that everyone loves, and he knows that this is the moment that he’ll remember forever. That this will be his, always.

Harry’s, and Amelie’s, and theirs – the fans – because there would be nothing, none of this, no opportunity to fulfil his dreams without them.

And for that, he will be forever grateful, beyond words.

Amelie rushes to walk around the stage, everyone beginning to file around her as security leads them into the arena and weaves through the audience, making sure everyone is settled in the area that Harry wants them, where he can see them. As always, Phoebe grabs Amelie’s hand, the two happily unaware of anyone recording them and the way that the tech and sound engineers are overly endeared by them. All that there is in the room is love and happiness and a whole lot of freedom that nobody could take away from them.

Amelie can’t not think about what the songs mean. Harry gave her the opportunity to really have her own interpretation of the lyrics before telling her what they’re about, the ones that she wanted to know, at least, and for a few minutes, she would sit in silence, listening to the track all over again, taking in the way he writes so elegantly about things that have cut him deep. For that, Amelie is unbelievably proud of him, because there is a lot of courage that comes along with being honest, even if Harry was still working up to being authentically himself.

Harry Styles is not about her entirely, and that’s nothing that’s ever upset her. Amelie knows there were experiences, relationships, love, heartbreak long before she was around, and there would never be a time that she would say something to make Harry think differently about what he was writing, because at the end of the day, his writing is the same as her art – therapeutic and cathartic; a way to release all of their thoughts and emotions in a healthy way, to get everything on the surface and share in the best way they know how.

Opening the show with “Only Angel” and “Woman”, there really was no need for a thoughtful interpretation. Harry including the line that Brandon said to him the day they met, that his younger sister is less than an angel and he would have to wait to find out, clearly oblivious to how their relationship came about to begin with. Harry writing in the line that was said to her as his face was between her thighs when she visited him in Jamaica while writing the album, only there for four days and he took full advantage of having her at his fingertips and as his muse. “Carolina” was always the song that made Amelie try to hide away, remembering particularly the night that they all went out and got absolutely plastered, blacked out, somehow winding up with a story of Harry nearly dragging Amelie to a toilet and taking her there, their friend bringing home a girl and telling the story of their night together the next day; and thus the song was born, a messy tale of sex and liquor and one night stands – for their friend, at least.

And everyone is dancing, singing, having the time of their lives. All of their friends and family are cheering and supporting the man she loves most in the world, and there is no greater feeling than how much she adores him and all that he’s doing.

Amelie’s arms fold in front of her chest as soon as the opening chords of “Meet Me in the Hallway” begin playing, thinking about how far they’ve come from the moments that inspired such a desperate song. That was the first song that Harry played for Amelie when showing her the album – not simply because it was first, but because he wanted to tell her why he wrote it – and there will never be a time that she listens that she doesn’t think of how much hurt their break, their arguing, their conversations caused for him barely two years ago. That’s how Harry felt, in devastating pain. There is something to be said for the way the outro to the song leads him straight to where she’s standing. Maybe Harry’s done it on purpose, maybe he hasn’t, but seeing the way his eyes light up with her standing right there says more about their love for each other than any words could.

Harry grins at Amelie, gathering his guitar and microphone and getting ready to sing the songs that are all for her, that were chosen to be sung to her, right there. He smiles as Amaya waves from where they’re standing, their Amari already falling asleep on her father’s shoulder, her headphones chunky on her head and making for a difficult way to be comfortable. His tongue wets his lips, taking a drink and playing the opening chords to “Sweet Creature” as he always does, trying his absolute best to have his emotions in tact as he stares at the love of his life crying in front of him, her eyes wet and her hand over her heart – with their niece’s hand over hers – the tiny h tattoo that she impulsively got in Amsterdam at the small of her wrist.

All of this, whether she believed it or not, was for her. All of the songs. All of the emotions. All of the writing and travelling and work, because all he wanted was to make her proud, to make her happy. And she is. Completely and utterly happy.

“Hugs, Auntie?” Amaya whispers into her ear, noticing the tears on her cheeks as the song comes to a close.

“Absolutely,” Amelie smiles, hugging her tightly to her chest and kissing her forehead and adjusting her on her waist to have her tuck her face into her neck. One of them would bring them backstage once the miniature set was over, to have them there for when everyone hurries out and they all begin to make their way to celebrate the end of tour. “Uncle Harry’s going to sing a song for Auntie and then Daddy will take you back, okay?”

Harry grins as Amelie mouths the three words that mean the absolute most, his fingers beginning to strum against the guitar that she decorated as a birthday present before tour began in March. This was their song, the song that was meant for Amelie and only Amelie. All of the lyrics are about her, about how he would do absolutely anything for her.

Harry’s eyes meet Amelie’s, eyelashes wet with tears as she sings along, singing to him and him to her. “For your eyes only, I show you my heart. For when you’re lonely and forget who you are. I’m missing half of me, when we’re apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only.”

And for those four minutes, it’s as though they are the only two in the arena.

Amelie really thinks that, maybe, she and Harry might be.

“Kiwi” has the ground shaking, and by the time Harry is at the B Stage standing in front of her, once again, the smile on her face is unmistakeable for one that only can be caused by him. Her shoulder is tapped near the end of the third go, ushering her backstage where Harry would be waiting to squeeze her and kiss her as he always does.

Around the dressing room, there is a freshly made cake and champagne and liquor and balloons celebrating the show. Harry’s clothes are folded neatly on the vanity, waiting for him to change and get to greet everyone and give his gratitude to everyone that’s supported him – his team, his crew, his band, his family and friends, and his girlfriend when they’re home – and stay a bit later to watch the stage get taken down and absorb the last moments that existed of Live on Tour.

“Hi, baby,” Amelie grins, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and laughing as his hands grab her bum and lift her onto his waist, hugging her as tightly as physically possible. “That was fucking incredible. All of it. Every single second.”

Harry kisses her neck, gently setting her feet on the ground and feverishly kissing her, his hands tied in her hair, soaking in the way she is smiling against his lips and clinging to his arms. His mind is oblivious to everyone clapping and cheering around him, giving the two a minute to themselves before whisking him away to the makeshift party. “I love you. Merci pour tout.”

“This is all you,” she says, turning her head and kissing his palm as his lips touch her hairline sweetly. “Never need to thank me for doing what a best friend should do, what you should do for someone you love.”

“Amelie Fay, you are so much more than my best friend.” Harry kisses Amelie once more, interlocking their fingers and walking towards the crowd that is cheering and congratulating and sharing hugs.

Amelie hugs Harry’s waist, slinking away and walking in the dressing room, leaving him to talk to everyone and have his moment alone. This was Harry’s moment and Amelie knows that he’ll get distracted with her around and talking nearby. Her mother and father are talking with Anne, Phoebe and Maya talking with Brandon and Autumn as they all get ready to leave sooner rather than later. Jenny and Dan and talking mindlessly on the couch, their children sleeping on their chests and enjoying the quiet that surrounds them.

“Harry always gets them right to sleep,” Amelie laughs, taking a seat next to Jenny and staring lovingly at her goddaughter as she cuddles into her mother’s chest. “Did you like the show?”

“Loved it, as always,” Jenny says, pursing her lips together and staring into the corridor, likely ensuring that Harry wasn’t walking inside before speaking again. “Thought about this earlier when I saw you two outside.”

“Thought about what?”

“You and Harry getting married,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as her husband shakes his head. “Don’t shake your head at me, Daniel, I want to officiate it.” Jenny’s attention goes back to her best friend, “Do you think you’ll even get engaged soon? Don’t have to get married, right away. Thought about how great you two are so great together, in love more than anyone could’ve guessed you would be. Age is a stupid excuse, so I don’t want to hear that.” Jenny’s eyes narrow at Amelie as she opens her mouth, knowing what her best friend would say. “Obviously, you two are living very chaotic lives, right now, but have you thought about it? Talked about it, at least?”

“From time to time, yeah,” Amelie says, running her fingers through her hair. “Don’t really think about it much, right now, with tour and the exhibition and the movie, and everything. I mean, that’s not to say that I wouldn’t say yes if Harry asked me.” Harry’s voice gets louder as he nears the dressing room. “Think that us living together and having a cat and buying a house is what works for us, right now. Don’t think Harry would want to settle down that fast at twenty-four.”

“Think you’d be surprised,” Jenny shrugs, kissing her daughter’s hair and rubbing her back soothingly. “Harry talks about having a life with you all the time.”

“Maybe it’s because having babies almost feels inevitable after you get married, you know? Neither of us want to have children when everything in our future is so uncertain.”

“Makes sense,” she says, pursing her lips and taking a sip of her water. “Don’t ever rule anything out, though, alright? This is good for you. Harry’s good for you.”

Harry smiles as he walks into the dressing room, kissing his mother on the cheek, graciously accepting her tight embrace, hugging Amelie’s mother and father, and walking straight towards his love sitting on his chair at the vanity. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.”

Harry instinctively moves into a spot where Amelie’s arms can wrap around his shoulders, where she can hold him. His hands hold hers, kisses set all over his cheeks as he laughs, their best friends murmuring something about how obnoxious they are together. His heart is obsessively full of love, nearly breaking his ribs with how swollen it is, his chest tight in the sweetest way. Harry grabs his clean clothes, tugging on Amelie’s hand and bringing her into the quiet bathroom with him, squeaking when his hands immediately move to her waist and his mouth attaches to hers.

His kiss is heavy against her swollen mouth, feverish and lusting and slightly out of breath. Her fingers thread through his curls, absolutely obsessed with the moment that belongs to only them, only their eyes, only their mouths. All Harry wants is to immerse himself into Amelie’s skin, her touch, her kiss. His yearning for her isn’t necessarily sexual, but craving the moments that they’re alone that all of his attention is on her, and he doesn’t have to speak to anyone, simply listening to her ramble and talk about what she loves about life and art and music and always most importantly, him. His greatest wish would be to be inside her mind, to know all that her thoughts are when she isn’t telling him, to know all that he doesn’t already. Harry loves Amelie so deeply, that he wants to know absolutely everything, feel everything, love everything.

Amelie gently nudges Harry away, smiling softly at the whimper that leaves him and the way his hands hug tight around her waist. “Everyone is going to look for you, Mr Styles. Can’t have sex in here and disappear from the world.”

“Can disappear if you really want to.”

Harry swears his heart could burst when Amelie giggles, laying her head on his sweaty skin and kissing his neck. “Get changed and we can celebrate.”

His fingers start undoing the buttons on his shirt, his trousers loosening around his waist. “Are you going to watch them take the stage down with me?”

“’Course,” she says, smirking when his head rolls against his neck, frustrated with the buttons that won’t come undone. “Let me.”

His tongue licks his lips as Amelie begins unbuttoning his shirt, each button slow and drawn out, giving him a moment to talk to her. “Having that picture in my pocket made me feel really,” he pauses for a moment, thinking, “loved. Made me feel even more loved, t’night. Thank you for it.”

“Have about three years’ worth of polaroids to take on stage with you.”

“Like having one of only you, only us, though. Gave me a reminder of who I’m doing it for,” Harry says, his eyes squeezing shut as Amelie kisses him, her warm hands on his sweaty skin, her thumbs pressing into the butterfly on his abdomen to steady her on her toes. “You.”

“Good thing I do the same for you, then, isn’t it? Otherwise that’d be awkward,” Amelie giggles, handing over his shirt and sweats and smiling to herself. “Couldn’t be more freaking proud of you, baby.”

“That’s the best feeling in the world.”

“Feeling?”

“Making you proud,” he states matter-of-factly, tying the inside of the waistband and folding the suit neatly, tucking the polaroid in his pocket safely and kissing her forehead as they walk outside. “Alright. There’s a party in the kitchen. Let’s go!”

Harry and Amelie leave a bit early, saying goodbye to their family and friends and taking to sitting in the seats in the arena to watch as the last of the stage comes down. All of the bittersweet feelings that remain clinging between their interlocked hands and Amelie’s cheek resting on Harry’s shoulder. Her head is buzzing with champagne, Harry’s mind slightly foggy with exhaustion and liquor and the adrenaline. All of it is perfect, the way it should be. Harry couldn’t have asked for anything better to finish out his tour.

Harry’s eyes sting with tears as they leave, clinging to the hand in his and savouring in the kiss that is wet on his cheek as they get into their car. Harry nearly laughs thinking about how this might be their first drive together where there is absolutely no music, and there is the temptation to bring about their very first conversation about having music on in the car from the very first day they met. His mind is going in a million different directions, and as they’re going into the garage, the engine turning and the door closing behind them, the realisation settles in that they’re about to have time to be together.

“Can we watch the sunrise?” Amelie whispers tiredly, reaching for Harry’s hand as she walks around the car and follows him inside, their cat waiting at the door expectantly. “Says it should be rising in about thirty minutes.”

“Gives us time to shower, then.”

Harry squeezes her hand, kissing her forehead and walking closely behind as they walk into their bedroom and begin lazily taking their clothes and tossing them into the laundry bin, a laugh echoing around the room as she shivers under the water. Holding hands and sharing kisses, the water washes over them warmly and comfortingly, soothing Harry’s aching muscles and drawing Amelie into relaxation that is more than enjoyed.

After their shower, Harry draws the curtains open on their balcony to watch the sunrise, admiring how the light shines over Amelie as she shrugs one of his sweatshirts over her torso, disregarding any underwear or shorts or leggings, climbing into their bed and waiting for him to tug clean briefs onto his legs and settle beneath the comforter. Her hand is holding their favourite poetry book – the one they’re reading, at the minute, at least – and lays on his lap, letting the dim light of his bedside lamp cast over the vanilla pages and lifting her neck slightly to let him bring all of her damp hair onto his thighs, his fingers gently scratching her scalp and carding through the curls. Her eyes fall over the words written in the scattered form, always reading silently to herself – although she always reads quietly aloud, which he loves – before reading to him.

Amelie’s voice is almost shy when she speaks, making Harry immediately turn away from the rising sun to meet her hooded eyes. “Harry?”

“Hm.”

“Do you think–” Amelie hesitates for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and emotions before speaking aloud. They’ve never really had this conversation before, surely not at nearly six in the morning. Usually it would be the casual, I want to be with you forever or This is it, you and me, that would settle the lingering question that seemingly everyone but them would ask. “Have you thought about us getting married, about proposing? Maybe a future, with me, I guess.”

“All the time,” Harry says, his soft movements making her eyes fall shut every so often. “Have you thought about it?”

“From time to time, yeah. Like what we have going,” she says, staring at the man she loves dearly, a soft smile on his features as she licks her lips. There’s something in Harry’s demeanour that changes, as though her words are saying that she wouldn’t marry him, which is far from the truth. “But that title doesn’t really matter to me, at the end of the day. I want you, more than anything. As my boyfriend, my husband, my best friend, you name it. Could ask me to marry you and I’d say yes. All that matters to me is that we’re together.”

Harry thinks that their best friend might’ve said something about the engagement ring sitting in his duffle bag with the polaroid from his suit, and his heart falls to his stomach. He didn’t want to ask this way, sleepy and fatigued, the sun rising, their bodies utterly exhausted from the rush of the last two days.

“Not saying I am,” Harry laughs, kissing her hairline as she lays the poetry book on her chest and stares at him. “But, if I asked you to marry me, let’s say today, would you say yes?”

“Doesn’t matter if it was yesterday, today, tomorrow, or a year from now,” Amelie whispers, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand to her mouth, kissing his palm as he caresses her cheek, “I’ll say yes whenever, wherever.”

“Mean that?”

“De tout mon coeur.” Amelie says, with my whole heart, and Harry knows that there is nothing that could be more perfect.

“Can we hold off on the babies, though? Like to enjoy you as m’wife for a bit.”

“How does four years sound? Think we can get married by then? Have a nice house in London and Malibu. Living lavishly.”

“Is that what you want, angel? Lavish?”

“Truthfully,” Amelie breathes, turning her cheek on his thigh to watch the sun rise over their balcony and through their window, Harry’s fingertips trailing up her neck and through her hair, “none of that matters to me as long as we’re together. As cliché as that all sounds, and I absolutely hate a cliché. Mama always said that nothing really matters if there isn’t love in it. Don’t think anything would be what I want if I didn’t love you and you didn’t love me.”

“Good thing that I’m absolutely in love with you,” Harry smiles, gently taking the book from her hands and kissing her cheek and her jaw. “Think the Universe made you for me to love, you know that? All along, the stars were aligning for us to have something special.”

“Think that we’ll make it through anything? Not like the relationships that have something bad happen and they’re irreparable.” Harry leans over to shut the light, the dimness in the room casting over her, reminding her of how tired she really is. “Can’t see us being that way.”

“Nothing could be irreparable with us. Not you and me, Ames.” His accent is thicker, now. He’s exhausted, his body and mind are craving sleep. But this is a conversation that he’s willing to stay awake for, that he would deny sleep for hours if that’s what she wanted. “Nothing could make me not love you.”

Amelie adjusts her body slightly, giving Harry space to lay flat on their mattress, his head sinking into his pillow. His hands nudge at her waist, sighing deeply when she lays her weight completely on him – well, nearly half of her body is slung over him – his arms around her waist. Harry liked to sleep like this sometimes, especially when they’re feeling especially close and intimate. Amelie doesn’t mind it. It makes her feel loved.

“Guess we should tell everyone to be expecting a ring soon, then,” Amelie laughs, kissing Harry’s neck and breathing in deeply as her eyes fall shut. “I’m proud of you. I love you.”

“Love you more.”

Amelie kisses Harry’s lips sweetly, sinking into his embrace and falling asleep, her breathing evening out against his skin and her lips parting on his chest. And Harry stays silent for a few minutes, kissing her hairline, soaking in the tenderness that surrounds him, thinking of the tiny diamond ring sitting in their wardrobe.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

Harry is sitting at the edge of the bed, fingertips picking at his trousers, his palms sweating against the quilted comforter. Amelie is in the bathroom, the door shut quietly behind her – which is awkward in itself because they’ve not shut the bathroom door since they moved in together two and half years ago – and there is the sound of the running sink echoing around the bedroom. Tigger is purring against Harry’s leg, and Harry wants to tell him to stop, to leave the room and give them a moment, but he knows that there is a sense of comfort in all of three of them being together in such a defining moment, a moment where they are nervous for what’s to come and what to make of their situation, a moment that could certainly change their relationship forever.

Harry’s eyes flick to where his girlfriend is standing in the bathroom doorway, moving his hand away from their cat’s head and holding his knees. He can see the tears in her eyes, the wobbling of her chin, the shakiness in her hands. Her anxiety is written in the furrowed brows and lines creasing her forehead, the redness lining her mouth as her teeth bite into her lips. His arms open, waiting for her to walk forward and sit with him, grateful that she decides to straddle his waist and wrap her arms around his shoulders rather than sit far away. His hands rub her back, kissing her neck lightly and waiting until she’s ready to speak.

“This isn’t what we wanted,” Amelie whispers into his shoulder, tears wetting her cheeks, her fingertips gripping his sweater as if he is going to disappear from beneath her. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Harry soothes, trying to mask the fear in his voice, “don’t apologise, baby. Not all your fault, you know. Certainly, had my part in it.” His throat goes dry for a minute. “All your decision what you want to do, once that timer goes.”

Amelie can feel Harry shake his head against her neck as she speaks, his fingertips tracing along her spine beneath her oversized shirt. “Harry, the album–”

“Album can wait. Tour can wait. All of it can wait. Can’t do that without me, can they?” Harry wants to lighten the anxiety lingering in their chests, but he very well knows that that won’t happen until that timer sounds and the answer to their question is given.

“Don’t want you to resent me for ruining your life.”

Harry immediately pulls away to face her, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at how she could ever think such a thing. “Amelie Fay, do you really think I would resent you? And who said anything about ruining my life? Do you really think that having a family with you would ruin my life? How many times have I told you that I want forever with you?”

“Don’t know.”

“Didn’t you say to me, ‘all that matters is that we’re together’? Didn’t you say that?” Harry pauses for a moment, waiting for Amelie to silently nod to answer his question. “Have to believe that we’ll be alright, as long as we’re together.”

Amelie hides her face in Harry’s neck once more, ignoring the ringing timer going in the bathroom. “This anxiety is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Come with me,” Harry says, squeezing her waist and kissing her cheek, “and we’ll do this together.”

Amelie nods into his chest, standing and taking Harry’s hand in hers, walking nervously into the bathroom and taking a second to turn the timer off and let Harry see the results first. He always has a steady hand, even if he’s feeling anxious himself. His stability grounded her in more ways than one, and it was something that made her feel as though, if this were to be real, maybe they would be alright.

“Can you look first?”

Harry nods, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, squeezing her fingers as he turns the test over on the counter, his peripheral vision catching Amelie turn away. Harry gulps, taking in the blinking Pregnant + sign on the digital screen. His voice caught in his throat, unable to speak through his parted lips, his mouth going dry. Amelie was right, this isn’t what they wanted, what they planned. Harry wants a family with Amelie – of course he does – but that certainly wasn’t the intention until after they were married. Hell, Harry hadn’t even proposed yet. All of his thoughts are swimming in his brain, almost going unnoticed when her hand slips out of his and takes the test from the counter, staring at the words written on the screen and taking a minute to really take in all that this meant.

“I need you to not hate me for what I want.” Amelie sucks in a deep breath, tears stinging her eyes, a sob wracking through her body as Harry brings her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders and touching his lips to her hair, desperately trying to soothe her.

“Could never hate you for that,” Harry says reassuringly, kissing her forehead and gently cupping her cheeks, bringing her to face him. “I’m with you, always.”

Amelie gulps, taking the test in her hands and staring at the way the bolded word is so intimidating to her anxiety, to the pressure that is felt on her chest as if there is a brick weighing on her lungs. Maybe this is another way to test her strength, to test how much she wants to be a better person, because this would be the perfect opportunity to slip into an anxious state, a depressive episode. Her mind is begging for it, for the comfort of being numb.

Harry nudges her chin, making her meet his eyes and all of the thoughts are subsided by ones that make her want to cry into his arms and say that she loves him. “Don’t get swallowed into it. Can shake these feelings, but we have to do it together, Ames. Look at me.” He knows her better than anyone does. He knows her better than anyone ever will. “I’m here, angel. I’m right here.”

Amelie nods, sucking in a breath through parted lips, leaning her forehead against his chest and blinking away the remaining tears in her eyes. Harry’s fingers brush through her hair as they always do, comforting her in the ways that he’s learnt over the three years they’ve been together. “Everything we do is together, right?”

“Always.”

And silently, Harry and Amelie turn to stare at the tiny word that is going to change their lives forever.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can I request a fic for Onyx/MC involving Onyx's pregnancy cravings?

Brief warnings of past abuse.  Implied past miscarriage.  SPOILERS FOR ROUTE.

Written by: @evoedbd Craving

It was midday when Onyx emerged from her bedroom, all bright smiles and twinkling eyes. The sunlight played across her platinum hair, causing the soft, meadow green streaks to glisten like freshly growing life. Much like the life within her. Just a few months in and Onyx had taken to pregnancy as she took to everything. Gracefully. Beautifully. With the support of her family, the Assassins, Onyx was thus far cruising through the trimester. Sure, morning sickness was an absolute bitch, but with Cali holding her hair back every morning it wasn’t so bad. And not being able to drink copious amounts of alcohol was playing some havoc on her, but Wrath’s baking, Malakai’s uncanny ability to sniff out the best milkshakes, and Darius bringing home endless snacks and magazines from undisclosed locations more than made up for that. Even shopping with Ripley was fun, finding new clothes and materials to replace her dwindling wardrobe. Cal and Avi were horrible influences on her baby collection, both constantly accompanying her to the toy stores and bookshops. Cal had even bought a tiny little guitar, one which Avi was beginning to practice lullabies on. It was enough to melt Onyx’s heart.

She padded across the common area towards the kitchen, barefoot in a pair of shorts, swaddled in a signature Tie-Dyed hoodie. One which was not part of her usual wardrobe. She couldn’t help it. The moment her eyes had cracked open it was like a string between her and the hoodie, a magnet pulling at every sense in her body until she surrendered. She couldn’t feel at ease until the unnaturally soft material was wrapped around her until the scratchiness of worn armpits and elbows chafed at her. Until she was surrounded by that scent. Of bike oils and sand, mixed with an unnamed element that made her heart sing in contentment. It smelt so fucking good, enough that she turned her head in burrow her nose into the hood and sniffed, inhaling as much of that scent into her lungs as she could. A hint of cherry blossom sent her into a moment of sheer bliss. The hoodie was just so good. So perfect. She didn’t even feel guilty about her theft, about leaving the current Envy assassin without a jacket. It wasn’t like Cali actually needed it half the time, she was hot enough, visually and literally if you asked Onyx, as it was.

Before she could make it to the kitchen, a soft sound caught her ear. A breath. Then it played again, stemming from the couches. Onyx couldn’t help but smile, pulling the hoodie just a little tighter around her shoulders before stumbling upon the controlled chaos.

The table was a mess, covered in stacks upon stacks of hand-drawn diagrams and crisply written notes. Writing Onyx could barely understand. It didn’t take a genius to recognise Cali’s flowing concoction of lines which were meant to replicate letters, something that likely would have fit in a med school. Each stack of papers had a name at the top, one for every member of the troupe. It took a few moments before Onyx was able to make out the notes scribbled across the pages, which only made her heart swell with joy. Across them were personalised notes, each a set of instructions regarding pregnancy. Notes to Cal to watch his snark if he wanted to keep his tongue. Demands for Darius to never comment on Onyx’s growing belly under any circumstances if he wanted to remain able to act on his lust, along with a sloppy sketch of some scissors. A gentle reminder that Malakai wasn’t allowed to squish Onyx with hugs, nor take her to packed clubs. Ripley had a whole page explaining that adding honey to everything did not make it suddenly magically healthy.

Quietly, Onyx read them all, her cheeks flushed at the evident care and dedication Cali had put into them. She snickered at notes, warmings such as “Do not squish Onyx, Biceps-sarama.” Or “Do not encourage Onyx to underdress as much as you!”. Eventually, her eyes drifted back to Wraths, specifically to one page marred with blocky letters underlined thrice.

NO PUTTING RAW FISH AND/OR ALCOHOL IN CUPCAKES UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!

ALCOHOL + RAW FISH = NOT CUPCAKE FILLINGS

Onyx couldn’t help but laugh, dabbing at her eyes as delighted tears began to fall. Cali’s passive-aggressive notes and demanding were positively endearing, especially knowing how apologetic Cali was likely to be in person about them. Truthfully, the threats were comedic coming from the second shortest assassin. Especially for the vision laid out before Onyx.

There was Cali, sound asleep across the couch, twisted, exposed skin glowing a faint, washed-out brass in the sunlight.

Her bare feet were kicked out over the arm of the couch, a toe or two bent from repeated breaks, heel and balls of her feet callused from the blisters she’d earned riding the canyons. One chipped toenail, from a sparring accident, taunted Onyx’s inner fashionista. Made her itch to buff it out. It was only the blues and purples forming beneath the nail which gave her pause; colours which littered the fine skin across Cali’s shins, up to a spectacularly scuffed up knee. All the little sun worn scars mixed with the fresh graze, a tapestry of her determination. Mental and physical strength, which showed in the relaxed definition of her thighs. Legs which allowed Cali to balance her bike wheels upon the finest wires, let the woman flip with Onyx and play games of chase in the skies. The closest thing to wings a human could have. Twisted as she was, the waistband of her denim shorts rode low, hanging enough to expose the band of her underwear off a sharp hipbone. Low enough for Onyx to have a glimpse of strong core muscles before the simple grey shirt concealed Cali’s ribcage. Bones that could be felt, yet not actively seen. Onyx let her gaze travel slowly, taking in every bump and bruise across Cali’s muscled shoulders. That sent a bolt of pride through the dragon of the Envy Trio. Cali’s muscles had grown since they’d first met, and that growth was directly tied to Onyx’s training. To Cali wanting to stride alongside the small bombshell. Cali had grown stronger to support Onyx. To be there for Onyx. How could Onyx not let herself look? Even if it was for just a few moments? How could she feel anything but pride and admiration for the definition she was the reason for?

She didn’t even realise that she’d been literally purring until her rumbling seemed to wake the sleeping woman. Even before those deep, dark eyes opened, Cali’s lips peeled into a small smile; the meaning of radiance, like a beam of sunlight through the clouds.

“Onyx… you’re purring.” Cali noted softly, as if her sleep husky voice might disturb the quiet. Onyx swallowed. Shuddered. The rasp added to Cali’s usually sweet voice, the weight to the tones, it was unexpectedly appealing. A siren’s song calling Onyx to sleep. A tease. No… not a tease. A promise. An eventuality. An invitation. It was an invitation Onyx couldn’t resist. Cali had barely even moved her arms before they were full of a tie-dyed goddess, shielding her from the harsh world.

Onyx was a dragon, she had learned the depths of her fire in human death, thought she had understood warmth. Yet, Cali once more proved her a fool. The mystery of how Cali’s arms could accomplish a warmth that burning stone could not was beyond all science, magical and mortal. It was beyond reason and madness both. It consumed without destroying, converting fear and shame into courage and pride. It was love, a treasure beyond anything Onyx had comprehended feeling as a human, let alone as a Dragon. A simple hug, delivered in such a sleepy manner had Onyx cooing in bliss, wiggling her smaller frame into the scoop of Cali’s body. A perfect fit. Something written into the heavens, woven on looms of fate, carved by Hephaestus. Something so perfect couldn’t be an accident, no way in any hells could anything convince Onyx that Cali hadn’t been created for her. To protect and love, to offer that in return. Gods, Cali did that so well. This compassionate hurricane of a woman was a shield against the world when Onyx needed shelter. Water when Onyx had dehydrated herself shedding tears for a man who mistreated her. Yet, Cali was not immovable. She cried, she cowered and screamed in fear at times. She was fearless, showing every emotion so plainly, each a little slither of starlight Onyx greedily claimed. Cali, the saviour of Onyx’s soul, was also the greatest treasure to protect. It was befuddling how someone could be strong enough to not only need to protect, but admit they needed protecting.

“Are you hungry?” Cali questioned softly. Onyx simply let a content purr escape her, snuggling deeper into that unique warmth. Honestly, she could eat, but that wasn’t what she needed that very minute. Somehow the combined scent of oil, sweat and cherry blossom was making her entire world creep closer and closer to a standstill. Each blissful inhale had her senses settling, body relaxing in a way nothing could ever accomplish. Not a lovely bath. Not an exhausting night of lust, even with Lust’s friends. A hug. Her world boiled down to a hug… and that playful nudge to her cheek.

“I could probably fry some bacon in chocolate sauce. Maybe add some fried pickles in that Raspberry ice cream you’ve been loving the past few weeks.” This time, Cali’s suggestions earned an actual groan. Whether delight or disgust, even Onyx didn’t know. Her face had screwed up, nostrils flaring as she burrowed her forehead into side of Cali’s neck. Warm. Soothing. Dragging her back towards a land of bliss… disrupted bliss.

Onyx almost whined in frustration, comfort turning overbearing within a blink of an eye. That voice. Cali’s goddamn voice. Onyx couldn’t tell if she wanted to fall asleep to the melody, stay awake to listen as she ate every ungodly concoction her body craved or try to make Cali’s voice break with less wholesome things than snuggling. It was pulling at her, dragging her in a thousand directions until she was more frayed than the hem of Cali’s jean shorts. Loose threads Onyx realised she was twirling her fingers though. Each movement had her fingers brushing across Cali’s rich skin, dancing across the defined grooves of muscle… another realisation. Cali was flexing. No, not just flexing. She was giggling. Laughing. Shoulders shaking beneath Onyx’s torso.

“If you want to be ready to tell the others, I’m not on the menu.” She teased; her voice disappointingly clearer. Sleep had lifted, taking that romanticised rasp. Even without the gravely nature to her voice, Cali’s voice was a Siren’s song. One luring Onyx’s focus from one appetite to another. Touch reminded her of her warmed body, then voice lured her out of the beginnings of lust, back towards practicality.

“We could order Sushi.” Onyx finally suggested, cursing how her cheeks flared at the twitch of Cali’s lips. Indulgent. Admiring. Again, Onyx sighed blissfully, letting herself sink back into the welcomed embrace. Her fingers wove through Cali’s, thumb skimming the ring Cali proudly wore. The layers of twisted metal.

“The chocolate sauce is in the fridge. Or I could melt some dark chocolate.” Cali’s offer was so genuine, so utterly casual Onyx almost forgot how disgusting fish and chocolate was to anybody who wasn’t pregnant or deranged. When Onyx paused to think on it, she was sure even the most dangerous of lunatics would flee the usually vile combination. Not Cali. Every single time, Cali braved it. With a bright smile, she’d bathe her shrimp or raw fish in chocolate sauce right alongside Onyx. When the stares became too much, there was Cali, loudly proclaiming her love for the combination. Making such a spectacle of herself that Onyx’s weird cravings were forgotten.

Cali was so different to Dorran. Cali was there, eating every lunatic concoction fearlessly, ensuring it wasn’t lethal. Even going as far as to make the other trope members taste test everything before allowing Onyx to eat it. Where Dorran had tried to drown it out, Cali drowned in Onyx’s pregnancy. She made Onyx the centre of her world, of her galaxy even. Everything had Cali’s support, her enthusiasm. Even the rare arguments when Onyx felt a little too babied, which never lasted long when she heard the genuine fear in Cali’s voice. The agony held within two little words. One single line.

You died.

In that line, Onyx saw how broken Cali could become. Just how deeply their bond ran in their veins. That. Perhaps it was that intimacy Onyx craved the most. Cali, no matter how, was the only constant Onyx clung to. From her scent, to her warmth, to her voice. Her touch. Onyx never realised that cravings could be more than food, could be so consuming and subtle. Contradicting and complimentary. For so long, validation had been her desire. For somebody, anybody, to care for her as if she was worthy of it. When she’d kissed that girl in the Casino to distract a crowd, she’d never believed her deepest cravings would be sated. Yet here she was. Here they were. Just beginning to learn the true meaning of craving.

[selinakidreams]

year six at hogsmeade

ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! This fic is for the @haikyuucreationsadm​ secret santa event! dedicated to @ichorizaki ! sol, I hope this gives you the warm fuzzies! 

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

tags: harry potter au!, gn! reader, friends to lovers, yams is a lil over protective, fake dating (if you squint really really hard), yamaguchi’s pov !

a/n: no i do not hate the character i put as the slytherin (i’m not gonna spoil anything <3 teehee) i did it almost as an easter egg ...? like if you remember how yams reacted when he heard a certian thing come from his mouth,,,,,,, you’ll understand why- the clip was playing in my head on repeat while writing it lmao (super vauge ik but ah ha haa)

Both of your school capes sashae across the cold stoned floor as you two head to the one class you had together. The air was nippy; delicate flakes of snow danced around the sky until they landed on the ground.  Yamaguchi hugged his books closer to his chest in hopes to ease the lack of warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you nuzzle into your silver and green scarf that was already bundled up to your nose. 

‘Cute,’ he thought to himself- and when it comes to you, that word comes up in his head quite a lot.

 Far from being his favorite class, Yamaguchi Tadashi had to get used to the defense against the dark arts course. It was very… out there for him in the beginning. By pushing his limits, it created a wave of self-consciousness that would wash over him, resulting in the feeling of incompetence. Thankfully you were there to encourage and support him, just as you had been since the day you guys met. It was something about your strength and determination- he learned that through the years when you had an idea, a goal, or a project in mind, you would see it through. It was so inspiring to young Yamaguchi, the little boy constantly cowering away from anything that seemed too much. He would constantly be picked on and could never speak the words that clogged his throat but then you came along with a single snarky remark to end all of theirs. There was no time between the moment he words left your lips and when your hand slipped into his- pulling him away from any sense of loneliness he would ever feel again. You were there for all the big moments, from when he first got his letter to him getting sorted into Gryffindor to him trying out for their quidditch team. You two had been absolutely inseparable and neither of you would change a thing.

Yamaguchi cherished walking to class with you- the way you fit so well in the environment… he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. His favorite version of you was in the winter because you just looked so much cozier. The dark colors of your house heavily contrasted against the bright sparkling snow that reflected natural light into the corridor. The pink that tinted the tips of your ears made his heart skip a beat. If it hadn't been for you stopping by the opened door way, he would have completely missed the entrance to the classroom because of his… observations. He motioned you go in first, your eyes crinkled in thanks as you stepped inside and he swears that you caused a heart palpitation. 

It was your guy’s sixth year at Hogwarts and by far Tadashi's favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts course yet. The teacher, Remus Lupin, had such a way of teaching that it was not only fun and interactive, but also incredibly informative- the prime way for him to learn. He was so happy that Lupin’s tactics were sticking, this meant he didn't have to cling to you for help as he had previously; He was able to show you that he was capable of being strong on his own. Whenever you showed your delight at Tadashi’s progress, he only wanted to work harder.

“Hey so… after class, did you want to go to Hogsmeade and get something to drink from Honeyduke’s? It’s all snowy out and it’s the perfect weather for something warm and comforting.” You grinned as the both of you took your seats, conveniently across from each other, the only thing that separated you two was a slim isle way. Yamaguchi turned to you with a small smile curving his lips, “Yea, sounds good but just remember I have practice later so I can't be out too la-“ his last word was cut off by an obnoxious scoff from the keeper from the Slytherin quidditch team. 

“That was supposed to be our practice, you know. Daichi snatched up our usual practice time.” Koganegawa Kanji said snottily, judgmentally eyeing Tadashi up and down before turning his gaze to you. Suddenly there was a different type of look in his eyes, a bright one that showed that he believed he could secure all sorts of things… including you. “Those Gryffindors think they can take whatever they want, but I know what we're going to be taking. The win at our next game… which just so happens to be against Gryffindor. You’re going to be there, right y/n?” He practically beamed to you as he kept side-eyeing Yamaguchi. 

Before you could even answer- before he could even realize what was coming out of his mouth- your shy, kind hearted, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Tadashi rolled his eyes and said, “Yea they’re going, they’re going to be screaming out my name when I catch that snitch.” 

Your eyes widened as you turned to him with your jaw slack, the sexual innuendo in the forefront of your mind but when facing your freckled best friend, it looked like he couldn't believe he was able to even speak up. Yamaguchi is not one for confrontation or someone who initiates fights… but when things come down to you, he acts in ways he doesn’t recognize- for painfully obvious reasons.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, Yamaguchi, or else i might just have to zip it up.” The Slytherin hissed, getting ready to reach for his want but stopped in his tracks when his gaze caught sight of a scruffy man in his mid 30’s standing behind the frozen Gryffindor, hands in his pockets and a brow raised. 

“Now… I know you were not about to hex mister Yamaguchi inside of my class, right Mister Koganegawa?” Professor Lupin tempted, a small smirk danced on his lips with the unmissable glint of entertainment that twinkled in his warm eyes. 

The professor didn’t give the boy a chance to answer, instead turned around and headed to the front of the classroom while saying, “Return to your seat Koganegawa, I expect whatever hex you were going to cast was going to be a naughty one. Well ironically, today’s lesson is focused on learning to reflect those nasty curses…” The whole class settled in for the lecture as Tadashi sneaked a peak at the reaction that had been plastered on your face- boy, was it a cute one. Both of your lips curled in with saucer eyes, cheeks tinted a faint red, as if you were holding back a laugh that was forcing its way out. 

<♥︎>

After Lupin bid the class adue for the day, everyone went their separate ways; Tadashi held you close as you both headed to Hogsmeade, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned into him for warmth. The walk had been a comfortable silence until you spoke out your curiosity to break the ice, hitting him with the million dollar question.

“Hey, what happened back in Lupin’s class? That was.. odd.. of you to say.” You inquired. Normally when you catch Tadashi off guard or in a vulnerable state, a cute blush dusts along the apple of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You knew you were robbed of the sight, the cold had beat you to it, a violent scarlet already bared his skin. 

He let out a sigh, the breath showing itself in the cold, before he muttered, “I’m just tired of him openly ogling at you like you’re some toy. It’s not cool.” 

You responded with a slight hum, the real reply bouncing off the walls of your brain: I can't believe we’re not together by now.

“Oh yams,” you chuckle as you huddle closer into his side.

<♥︎>

Passing under the grand Hogsmeade archway, he was grateful that there were barely any students about- this meant you guys could get your drinks faster and walk around the shops easier. With the antique green and pink building in sight, the beeline to the shop’s entrance was determined.

“Okay okay, let me guess…” you started as Yamaguchi held open the door for you to walk in, already eyeing the colorful treats that decorated the room, “you want a hot chocolate.” 

“And you want a hot strawberry tea.” Tadashi retorted with a smile.

“It’s almost like… we’ve known each other for years.” You say, your tone dripping in sarcasm as he watches your finger trace over the newest candy they sold. 

Sol, a sweet that’ll brighten your day! The container said, with a picture of what looked to be an edible ball of light. Supposedly, once it hits your tongue, it melts into the flavor you're craving most.

After inspecting the shelves around the store for any new and exciting treats, you both headed to the register where Tadashi placed the drinks order and fished out two golden galeons and five silver sickles. He snuck a glance at you admiring the brightly colored walls to make sure you weren't looking as he slipped the cashier the two packets of sol he stealthily grabbed and handed them three extra sickles. A sweet surprise for later.

Leaving the store, Yamaguchi watched the way your hands slipped around the warm cup, the tips of your fingers slightly intertwined. He wanted nothing more than to take your cup out of your hands and intermingle his fingers with yours…but he couldn’t, it would be crossing a line, wouldn’t it? Nevertheless, the image of holding your- probably- freezing hand was on his mind the whole time you two were walking around the village you knew all too well.

Deciding that it was pretty late you guys began to head back to the castle. The snow crunched underneath your boots with almost empty cups in your hands, you knew it wasn't going to take long before you’d be greeted by the back entrance of the castle. “‘Dashi… do you have to go to practice? I… i need help with Lupin’s coursework.” you stutter out, causing Yamaguchi to pause and turn toward you.

This took him by surprise, normally you were really good with your coursework, so for the roles to switch… something had to be off.  

“ y/n... You know I can't. The team said they really need me there.  Daichi would have my head if I missed practice. The game against Slytherin is so close and I really need to-” he cut himself off before he could reveal too much or get too annoyed, the flash of Koganegawa smirking flashed in the back of his mind. 

“you need to… what? I saw your last game and the way you soared through the air was incredible, it didn't seem like you needed to work on anything!” you pouted with damn wide eyes.

Tadashi tried to ignore the slight increase in his heart's beating pace, “aha well..” he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head, “we’re a team and they need me as much as i need them!” you stopped walking so he turned to face you.

He watched the small sad smile creep onto your face before hearing you mutter, “Jeez, when did my Tadashi become so popular?”

For Yamaguchi to not lean in and plant a kiss on your lips, something had to be holding him back... but there was nothing- if anything, you seemed to slightly lean in. 

He figured that you'd assume that the first move was going to be on your part, as it normally was when something serious would happen between the two of you but he wanted to prove to you that he's changed. He's not scared anymore. He has no reason to be. He’s learned so much about himself  throughout the years because of you. You're the reason he was the social person he was today. And he was the one that finally connects your lips with his. 

Due to the cold and dry winter, both lips are not as smooth as wanted but it doesn't stop him from deepening the long awaited kiss. He placed his open palms on your waist and his fingers gave you a small squeeze when he heard you sigh into the kiss.

When Yamaguchi felt your arms around his neck, he swore the world stopped turning for a second. The warmth that he was feeling was unmatched- this was warmer than any other winter coat had made him. 

When he pulled away, your arms stayed around his neck and he refused to let his hands leave your waist. 

“I uh-“ at this point Yamaguchi’s face was bright pink, yours being no different, “um I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You said, cutting him off. 

Tadashi had to blink a few times, as if he was clearing his vision because what he just heard wasn’t possible. 

“N-no way…” he mumbled, looking at the ground next to you. Tadashi almost felt overwhelmed but one thing's for certain, the weight of needing to properly confess was only getting heavier so he gulped down his anxiety- as you had taught him so many times before- and brought his eyes to meet yours. 

“Y/n… I’m so in love with you. I have been for so long-”

Something red wizzed before your guys’ eyes, cutting off his huge confession. His eyes became wide at the hovering letter facing him. 

A howler. 

Before you could even raise an eyebrow, the letter opened itself in the shape of an origami mouth. 

“Yamaguchi, YOU ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE! WHY? WHAT COULD BE SO IMPORTANT THAT IT’S CAUSING YOU TO MISS PRACTICE?” the letter with daichi’s deep voice boomed around the empty of the woods. It began to look around, as if it could see the surrounding area- which was weird because typically howlers were only used to relay a (very loud and disappointed) message. When the envelope eventually faced you, the bottom of the mouth dropped and seemed to gulp.

“Ah.. i see.. Hi y/n… um,” the letter turned to face Yamaguchi before reminding him to go to practice and ripping itself apart. 

It was silent for a second, neither of you knew what to say. 

“I dunno but it almost sounded like Daichi wanted me to go to practice.” was the first thing he said. He watched your face contort from a small smile to a full out grin joined with a hearty laugh. 

“Let's get you to class ‘Dashi.” you said as you wound down from your laughing fit. Holding out your hand, the expression you gave him was one that he never saw from you before. The corner of his eyes crinkled with how genuine he was smiling as he took your hand, finally getting to entwine your fingers together as you guys headed to the quidditch field.

Ps. yes you did scream out his name when he caught the snitch- it didn't go unnoticed...