#made this a while ago but found it again and thought i’d share

[lordchickooon]

is this anything

[amirasainz]

I read you "The greatest prank of all times" with ollie, I think it's wonderful. I was wondering if you could do another fiction of ollie and the reader actually getting pregnant on accident, and now they have to tell the grid, but none of them believe either of them at first because of the prank that they had pulled. If you can't do this, it's fine. Please and thank you!

Enjoy reading and send some requests!

- xoxo babygirl 💕

Part 1

Not a Prank anymore

It had been a week since Yn and Ollie found out the unexpected news. The small red cross on the pregnancy test had stared back at them like a secret that was too big to hide. They had spent the first few moments freaking out, pacing around the living room of their apartment, trying to process it all.

“I can’t believe it,” Yn whispered, still staring at the test as though it might change its answer. “This is… this is real, right?”

Ollie ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I don’t know. I thought I’d be ready for a family, but this is… It’s a lot to take in, Yn.”

The two of them had been together for just over a year now. Their relationship had started out as a sweet and simple romance, but a year ago, they had played a prank on their fellow drivers, telling them that Yn was pregnant. Everyone had believed it, and the jokes and teasing had flowed for weeks after. But this time? This time, it was real.

“So, what now?” Yn asked, looking up at Ollie with a soft smile.

Ollie paused, still trying to process the initial shock. He rubbed his face, taking a deep breath. “Well, we tell everyone, right? The drivers. They’re our family too.”

Yn nodded. “Let’s do it. But this time, it’s real.”

The living room was full of chatter and laughter as the drivers trickled into the apartment. The evening had started off like any other gathering: a relaxed dinner with their closest friends.

Charles and Carlos had already started talking about the latest race results, their usual friendly banter filling the air. Lando and Max were sitting on the couch, arguing about who had the better strategy in the last race, while Yuki and Franco were happily munching on their food. The table was loud, everyone in high spirits.

Kimi, who had been in on the news for the past week, sat in his usual spot, silently observing the chaos, a glass of wine in hand.

Yn sat next to Ollie, giving him a small, reassuring smile. She could feel her heart racing again, but this time, it was for a different reason. It wasn’t fear or anxiety; it was excitement. She could see Ollie was nervous too, but he kept giving her small glances, trying to keep himself calm.

“Are you ready for this?” Ollie whispered to her, his hand resting lightly on her knee.

Yn squeezed it, trying to calm her own racing thoughts. “Yeah. It’s time. Let’s do it.”

The dinner wound down, and soon, everyone was laughing and sharing stories of their latest misadventures in racing. Ollie and Yn exchanged a look and stood up, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Hey, guys,” Ollie said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the nerves twisting in his stomach. “We need to talk to you about something. We’d like everyone to move into the living room.”

Charles, who had been in the middle of a heated debate with Lewis, raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing bad,” Yn added quickly, “we just have some news to share. Please, everyone, if you could?”

The drivers all looked at each other, curious but trusting. They slowly made their way into the living room, taking seats on the couches or standing around, unsure of what was coming.

Once everyone had settled, Ollie and Yn stood together in the middle of the room, both looking a little nervous, but ready.

“Alright, we have something big to tell you all,” Yn began, glancing at Ollie for support.

Ollie nodded. “Yeah, so, um… we’re pregnant.”

The room went silent. The kind of silence that fills a space when no one really knows how to react.

At first, no one said anything. The drivers exchanged confused glances, unsure if this was another prank. After all, they had been the victims of one before.

Charles, trying to piece it together, squinted his eyes. “Wait, you’re… really? This is… this is a joke, right?”

Yn smiled nervously. “No, it’s not. We’re going to be parents.”

Max, still trying to process it, shook his head. “Are you serious?”

Yn held up the pregnancy test, still in its little plastic case, and handed it over to Kimi, who had already known. Kimi didn’t even flinch. Instead, he took a long sip from his wine, watching the others carefully.

Slowly, Charles took the test from Kimi’s hand, his eyes wide in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as he looked back at Yn and Ollie.

“Oh my god,” Charles muttered, and in the next moment, he fainted.

The whole room erupted into chaos. Carlos rushed to his side, kneeling down beside him, a mix of concern and confusion on his face.

“Charles! Charles, wake up!” Carlos yelled, shaking him gently.

Franco stood there, frozen, then slowly looked over at Yn and Ollie. “Are you really…?”

Yn nodded, her eyes bright. “We are.”

Fernando, who had been quiet up until now, stepped forward, his face breaking into a smile. “This is amazing. Congratulations! You two are going to be great parents.”

Lando, who had been standing with his arms crossed, suddenly uncrossed them and stepped forward, a playful grin on his face. “Alright, this is no joke. But now that we know you’re serious… Can I have the number of your doctor? Just want to make sure everything’s good.”

The room went silent again. Everyone was staring at Lando, who seemed completely unfazed.

“You want the doctor’s number?” Ollie asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I’m just making sure we’re all good. I mean, you two are going to be parents, so you’ll need support. I want to make sure you’re getting the best care, yeah?”

Yn and Ollie exchanged a quick look, unsure if Lando was serious, but they couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, we’ll give you the number.”

Lando immediately pulled out his phone, making a quick call as if he was making sure everything was in order.

“Just wanted to help,” Lando muttered to no one in particular, a cheeky grin still on his face.

Yuki, who had been munching on his food, blinked up at everyone. “Wait, what baby? What’s going on?”

Carlos, still trying to revive Charles, glanced over at Yuki. “The baby, Yuki. They’re having a baby. Can’t you see the test?”

Yuki, still holding his fork, nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah. That’s cool. Congrats.”

Franco clapped his hands together, a huge grin spreading across his face. “I’m so excited! You’re going to make such great parents. I know it.”

Max finally walked over to the couple, clapping Ollie on the shoulder with a smile. “Congratulations, mate. Seriously, that’s awesome.”

Lewis, who had been standing off to the side, crossed the room toward them with a warm smile. “This is big, you know. I’m proud of you two. You’ve got this. And I’ll always be here to help however I can.”

Yn smiled at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Lewis. That means a lot.”

And then there was Carlos, still holding Charles up and looking at the pair with a grin. “Congratulations. But seriously, Charles needs to wake up so I can finish congratulating you properly.”

Everyone laughed, the tension easing as they all gathered around Yn and Ollie, offering hugs, congratulations, and kind words. The couple stood together, feeling the warmth of their friends surrounding them, and in that moment, everything felt right.

Yes, they were young. Yes, they had no idea what the future held. But one thing was certain—they were ready for this next adventure. Together.

[chlorinecake]

Rabbit Hole | S.JY

▹ PAIRING: ex fling ! classmate ! jake x f. reader

▹ GENRE: smut, scandalous, college au

▹ SYNOPSIS: In an attempt to escape your past life by running off to a new university, you end up encountering a former lover—one that you never thought you’d see again, and one that you’d soon realize was bad news all along…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, foul language, humiliation kink, kinda dubcon because I need therapy, mentions of anal play, ft. other idols, mild bullying, switch!jake x switch!reader, lots of dialogue, degrading kink, impact play, light bondage, oral sex (m. r), unprotected sex (not for you), hair pulling

▹ WORD COUNT: 5.9k — DAY 7

Monday

Today, your current university was hosting its annual day of orientation for newcomers and recently transferred students.

You found yourself here after being promptly expelled from your previous university, a victim of being framed after someone planted hard drugs in your gym bag—an incident that still leaves you unsure regarding who set you up in the first place…

Fortunately, however, the transition to this new college was seemingly smooth, as many of your closest friends were also attending this institution, speaking in your honor and defense to the enrollment officials countless times.

And so, as a freshly admitted student at a prestigious college located more than 100 miles from your former campus, you were eager to leave your old life and watch it burn behind you.

Though, as your cousin would often quote from one of those shitty Max Payne games he played all the time, You can't run from your past. You will end up running in circles until you fall back down into the same hole you were trying to escape from, only the hole's grown deeper.

Orientation had just ended about forty minutes ago, and like several other students, you decided to treat yourself to a nice coffee at the campus café.

However, you never anticipated running into someone you met along that gruesome 100-mile journey—someone with whom you shared a fleeting romance that you never thought you’d see again.

A fling, you might add, that you met during one of the darkest times of your life.

It was a reckless and foolish decision on your part, honestly… after all, being drunk and horny simultaneously was a combination that rarely ended well—

“I offered to pay you for sex and you said you’d do it for free!” The man shouted back at you with his frustrated brown eyes flickering behind his glasses.

And by now, everyone in the cafeteria was staring at you two—

“No the fuck I didn’t, I don’t even recognize your lying little face!” You clapped back, standing up from your table now as you angrily started shoving all your belongings back into your backpack.

A couple of pencils awkwardly clattered to the floor, but you didn’t bother to retrieve them. They were from Amazon and made your notes from orientation look terrible anyways… cheap fucking ink—

“You were a kinky bitch, too… wanted me to call you mommy while I fingered your asshole in doggystyle and everything.”

“Oh, your pervy little imagination is really running wild today, isn’t it?”

“You keep saying calling me ‘little’ when you could rarely even take me without being prepped!”

“I’m calling you ‘little’ because I don’t even know your fucking name for crying out loud!”

“It’s Jake, and you know that already, so quit playing dumb… you also told me your name when we hooked up in August, but it was probably a fake one since you thought I’d be stupid enough to not remember your face…”

Zipping your last backpack compartment, you sighed at his words, “I’m sorry to hear you’ve mistaken me with someone else, Mr. Jake, but you have to stop with these false claims… I’m not the girl you slept with…”

“Seriously?” he scoffed, shaking his head at you in disappointment as his gaze roamed over your entire frame… “You’re even wearing the same bra…”

His voice trailed off, and you stared at him with wide eyes as if he had just plunged a rusty knife into your miserable gut.

He was right. He was honest… and there was no escaping him now that he had figured you all out.

“I’ll see you in class this week,“ he sighed sullenly before walking off, looking back at you once before fully exiting the shop.

You made a mental note to never let him humiliate you again… even if you couldn’t physically prevent it, you planned to avoid it at all costs…

Tuesday

“He said all of that in public?” Your friend Ningning asked.

“Yes, and in the middle of me ordering my coffee, too…”

“He’s so disrespectful,” Minji added.

“Despicable… he was even shouting it all at the top of his fucking lungs…”

“No one kicked his crazy ass out?”

“No… and I guess that’s a good thing because we both looked fucking insane in that moment…”

“You still haven’t told us why he said all of that to you though,” Juria went on.

“I figured it was probably posted all over the internet by now…”

And you retelling them would only make you relive the incident all over again…

“Well let’s hope not, because a video like that could really ruin your academic standing… even his…”

“I seriously can’t risk that happening again, you guys… there’d be enough proof for them to accuse me this time, too… probably speculating that I was higher than a cloud in that café…”

“Noooo, let’s not even think like that, okay baby?” Juria soothed you with a comforting hand to your back.

“She’s right, everything’s gonna be alright… this’ll just blow over like every other video online,” Minji added with a smile.

“Oh my God…” your friend Ningning exclaimed while looking at her phone.

“What? What is it?”

“You said his name is Jake, right? I just found his Instagram, and his bio has our uni’s initials in it.”

“Yea, I forgot to tell you that part, too… I’ll apparently be seeing him again in English class on Thursday… and every week after that…”

“You need to look into getting transferred to a course with a different professor ASAP,” Minji suggested.

“She can’t. Deadlines already closed for class registration,” Juria added with a pout that mirrored yours.

Though at this point, Ningning was the only one smiling.

“What now, Ning?”

“I mean… y’all are just gonna have to hear me out on this one, but why’s he highkey hella attractive?”

“Give me that,” Minji said while snatching the phone from her, only for her mouth to create an O shape at one of his pictures.

“Relax Ji, you can’t slurp his soul through the screen,” you joked, which only egged them in even further.

“You should give him a second chanceeee,” Minji continued.

“After you just agreed that he’s a disrespectful little cunt?” Juria asked sarcastically.

“Look, I’m just tired of us being the single and hot friend group. It’s not a good match.”

“Mhm… we need a beau to chauffeur us around… buy us designer bags and take us to dinner…” Ningning added.

“Yessss. I’m tired of hookup culture, I need somebody reliable… you should ask him if he has any other hot friends!”

“Ooo, or a brother!”

“You guys are insane,” you chuckle, sitting back in your chair now as you know you only have a few more minutes before class starts.

You didn’t wanna tell your friends what really happened because you didn’t want them to judge you. And although you had a good feeling they wouldn’t, you were still too ashamed to confess… to admit that you had lied to the poor guy, and needlessly to as he wasn’t even trying to get anything from you.

He probably only stopped by to say “Hi” to a familiar face, but you panicked when the truth started to come out…

Wednesday

You were so close to calling in sick and just skipping class for the whole day, simply to avoid bumping into Jake.

But you knew that was a cowardly idea that would only negatively affect your attendance in the long run.

So, after some careful consideration, you came up with your own solution; you planned to wear the most provocative outfit you could find, just to get revenge by teasing him all day.

You wanted him to experience the embarrassment he had put you through when he exposed you in the café… you craved the feeling of being in control of him again.

Though, you knew it wouldn’t be easy because part of you still had a soft spot for him…

He was so caring on all those nights, prioritizing your pleasure while still achieving his own… and then right after, he would ask you about your life, to which you foolishly responded with complete honesty every single time…

You told him about what happened at your old school, about how you were transferring to a new institution, and even details about your family life…

So, when you unexpectedly ran into him on campus that Tuesday, it wasn’t entirely shocking… he had even followed you on Instagram that same day, tagging you and other students under a post entailing his excitement about “finally starting his academic journey on the right track.”

Jake was clearly keeping tabs on you, and you couldn’t fathom what he could possibly want, but you knew it had to be something, and you weren’t gonna sulk over his nice guy act any longer.

Sure, you recall him mentioning his plans to pursue personal projects, but those ambitions have to include you in some way, otherwise, why the fuck would he even be here?

The past version of you would allow such uncertainties to intimidate her, but the new you was ready to stand firm. You had to; it was the only way to change the dynamics of your relationship with him.

Thursday

Straightaway upon reaching the classroom after running up and down the halls for what felt like a second lifetime, you finally made it in.

It didn’t take long for you to spot Jake either, as he was sitting in one of the closest seats he could probably grab.

Nerd, you thought to yourself, making your way towards him with your lace-up Mary Jane heels clicking behind you.

The desks were two-seaters in this class, so you’re lucky enough to have snatched a spot with Jake before some other whore did—

“So you’re not disgusted by my lying little face anymore?” He asked almost immediately after you got settled in the chair, slowly meeting your eyes as if to shame you. Intimidate you.

“Oh I definitely still am,” you corrected, crossing your legs beneath the desk, “I’m simply just sitting next to you…”

“Right… and are you still going by that fake name these days?… What was it again… Raychel with a Y?”

“My real name is ____, alright? Not like you didn’t know that already after stalking me down online—”

He let out a breath through his nose, “I didn’t stalk you, ____—”

“Don’t call me that,” you interrupted, making him look down at his desk for a moment before snickering to himself at your tone.

Your adorably stern voice…

He always found it cute whenever you tried acting like the one who held dominance out of the two of you—

“What shall I call you then?” He asked while smirking, and you resented the way it made your insides flutter.

“Pretty,” you said plainly, and he quirks a brow at you.

“P-pretty?”

“What, do you disagree with that?”

“No,” he clarified, eyes shamelessly checking out your outfit now, “not at all…”

You were wearing a tight white button-up that exposed all your cleavage with a high-pleated skirt and heels.

And if anyone looking didn’t know any better, they’d probably think you were either trying to seduce the professor or get away with wearing borderline lingerie in public—

“There has to be a reason you approached me on orientation,” you began again, reaching in your backpack to pull out your notebooks and stationary, “why?”

“Well,” he started while clearing his throat slightly, “you can’t blame me for wanting to reconnect with an old lover, right?”

“Friend, Jake… we were just friends…”

“Okay, okay, whatever you wanna call it, but,” he whispered, leaning closer to you now as he spoke right below your ear, “wasn’t the sex just amazing… Pretty?”

You angrily swatted his hand from your thigh, to which he snickered at you.

Again.

“Listen, I’m an entirely different woman from the broken one you met two months ago… what we had was nothing,” you whisper-yelled, eyes filled with frustration.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like it was nothing,” Jake said, but his expression had lost its luster as his resting face became blank, and you’re just now realizing that your hand was gripped around his neck tie.

Click click.

The sound of the classrooms front door sounded, craning open with a loud creak to reveal the long-awaited English professor, the bustling classroom gracing her with their full attention.

“Good morning, my bright and wonderful students,” the heavy-set woman announced with glee as she walked up to the chalkboard, “anybody miss me?… No? Just my puppies at home? Okay, let’s get started then… You youngsters can call me Ms. Thompson, by the way!”

God—you sighed within yourself at her attempt to be likable despite her egregious sense of humor—Thursdays were going to be a lot longer than you anticipated…

“Uhm, Britney Spears, why don’t you come up to the board for me real quick,” the teacher said about thirty minutes into the session, and you were so lost in your head, you hadn’t even realized.

“It’s ____, ma’am,” you corrected her, not wanting to have a permanent nickname on the first day of college.

“Could’ve fooled me… anyhow, let’s make our topic of arguments a little more personal now… is there anyone in this room who you’d like to envision as your target offender?”

A smile creeped upon your face at this opportunity, “Yes, actually.”

Your eyes went straight to Jake, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know exactly who you were looking at, especially with the way his face looked now.

“Great! Come on up, Misterrrr…”

“Sim,” he said shyly, standing right beside you at the front of the class.

“Now, state your stance on the following argument, Ms. ____. Today’s topic issss,” her voice trailed off as she fished through her pile of notecards, “The Relevance of the Past in Shaping Identity!”

The classroom air grew thick with anticipation, as mostly everyone in the class had seen they way you two were acting earlier, and the café video that went viral earlier that week.

Though, given your outfit, you were already in the mood for attention today, so this was the perfect topic choice for you to spark a heated debate.

“I just think the past should be left in the past. We shouldn’t let it define who we are today.”

“Could you be more descriptive?” Ms. Thompson urged.

“Well… my view is that we shouldn’t associate any sort of relevance to our past selves and experiences, as we only limit what our future selves can achieve,” you clarified, trying your best to sound confident.

The professor nodded at your words, and you nearly giggled at the look on Jake’s face now.

“Any students in favor of ____’s stance?”

You noticed a little less than half of the classroom raised their hand, with one student in particular extending her hand above everyone elses.

“Yes, Ms. Castillo?”

“I agree with ____’s stance as I believe that humans should treat their lives as the butterfly by means of metamorphosis, where we reflect on our past, reject it, and eventually transform into something more beautiful.”

“This is especially true for victims or survivors, as they might view their past as a hinderance to their growth and finding new identity,” another boy added.

Crossing your arms, you watched as Jake cleared his throat like he always did, right before saying the most annoying shit imaginable.

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong, class. The past is crucial to our character development. You can’t just pretend you’re from a different walk of life or… I don’t know, change your hair a little bit and call it an identity swap…”

A murmur of agreement and disagreement rippled through the class up until a voice from the back spoke up.

It was Alex, a student known for their liberal insights. “Um… sorry to interrupt you Jake, that’s offensive to queer and transitioning people. Please use more inclusive language.”

A few students behind Alex snorted at their words, but Jake’s face flushed with realization, and he nodded respectfully.

“You’re 100% right, Alex. I didn’t mean to offend anyone. I just think that our experiences are relevant in shaping who we are, and that no amount of ‘make-believe’ can erase the impact of the past on both our present and future lives…”

Jake is handling this much better than you thought he would’ve, even though he was picking at his nail bed like a madman.

Ms. Thompson is quick to sense the growing tension though, and steps in before the debate lasts the entire class duration.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s remember that we’re here to learn and respect each other’s opinions. ____ and Jake, you both have valid points. The past can be both a burden and a guide, however, it’s ultimately up to each individual to decide how they let it influence their present and future.”

The class fell silent, reflecting on the professor’s words while scribbling copious notes down in their notebooks.

You flashed Jake a glance, one that he couldn’t read at first, but it still made him feel uneasy.

“So uhhh… that’s how you have an opinionated argument, everyone!” The teacher chirped awkwardly, “you may return to your seats, Mr. Sim and Ms. ____… thank you to everyone who participated in this portion… now, as we turn to page 13, we find that…”

Friday

At the end of class yesterday, Ms. Thompson assigned you and Jake to produce a group PowerPoint presentation by the following week, and you weren’t dreading it as much as you could have.

Your little tough and mean girl act seemed to have successfully scared Jake into some submission towards you… plus, you were having way too much fun teasing him everyday to turn down an opportunity to hang with him one on one.

You both were currently sitting in the campus’s private library to do research on your topic. It was relatively late in the day, so no one was there except you two.

By now, you had already punked Jake into bringing you coffee from the café that was literally a 20 minute walk away, and into agreeing that he’d produce most of the project on his own, but your fun with him hadn’t ended just yet.

Sad as it sounds, he just looked too cute while reading to himself in the grand brown chair across from you… you wouldn’t dare leave him there to study in peace, not while you were in the mood for chaos.

“Jakeyyy~” your voice sang with a cloyingly sweet melody, making his face flush with embarrassment behind his thick-framed glasses at the nickname.

Closing the book he was reading, Jake walked over to where you sat with your foot extended before him, a messy cluster of shoe strings dangling at your ankles.

“A little help here?” You continued, subtly squishing your breasts together with your arms while looking into his eyes.

“Sure,” is all he says as a small smile overtakes his feature. Kneeling down obediently before you, he took your ankle into his grasp, getting to work at re-tying the shoelace for you.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning forward to ruffle his hair as he taps your other foot, signaling for you to lift it so he can re-tie the lace there it as well.

“I didn’t just call you over here to tie my shoes though, Jake,” you whisper, drawing his gaze from your shoes and up to your eyes.

He holds back a sigh, and his chest expands because of it, “What else is it that you want then, ____—“

“Pretty,” you corrected him, moving your foot from his grasp only to let your leg fall, gently pressing the weight of your foot into his bulge, “we talked about this yesterday, Jake… you will never address me by my first name, understood?… Or is that too much to ask?”

Jake felt his whole stomach tense up at the feeling of your foot pressing into his groin, and he tried his best to get a solid answer out, knowing that prolonged silence would only bother you further.

“N-no,” he breathes out shakily, barely meeting your gaze now as the temperature in his face became hotter and hotter, with a mix of his own arousal, embarrassment, and anger, “I u-understand, Pretty…”

You let yourself smile at his compliance, releasing the pressure from your foot in his lap.

“So pathetic,” you announced, watching as he caught his breath on the ground, “I can get you to do anything for me, can’t I Jake?…”

He’s silent for a moment, making you feel impatient now that he was resisting all of a sudden.

“Jakey, I asked you a question—”

“And you really shouldn’t talk to me like that unless you want some sense fucked into you,” he retorted, making your eyes widen with genuine shock at his sudden boldness.

“Excuse me?” You asked with a scoff, but your voice gets lost in the sound of him getting up from the floor, standing over you, caging you beneath his frame in a way that intimidates you.

Jake had been swallowing his pride with you for long enough, and wasn’t gonna let another day pass without putting you in your place.

“I’ve been getting real sick of you treating me like this, y’know that ____?”

But before you can even think to answer, he’s reaching for the cup of coffee he fetched for you earlier and bringing it to your mouth, a ring of condensation glistening on the desk.

Trying to maintain your dominance, you let out a feigned laugh of amusement that Jake is quick to cut off with his stern words.

“Jake, what is this, huh?” You asked, giving him a fed up look even though your heartbeat was beating faster than the speed of light below his dark gaze.

“Drink it, ____….” He orders with a deep voice, eyes becoming so dark now that you can’t even bring yourself to refuse.

And you’re impossibly annoyed, too… by the way he’s very intentionally using your real name while simultaneously making you feel as feeble as a fairy.

Hesitantly bringing the cup to your mouth, it doesn’t take long before Jake smacks the coffee out of your hand, leaving the cold liquid to spill all over you.

“Jake, what the fuck?!” You shouted, shivering as the caramel-colored liquid trickled into all the intimate crevices of your body.

“How embarrassing,” he said, shaking his head, “making such a mess of yourself in front of me…”

Balling your fists, you look him dead in the eyes as you shout, “That was all you’re doing, you stupid fucking clutz- JAKE, s-stop that!” Your voice cracked at the feeling of his hand smacking you across the face now, surely leaving a cut in your lip as he soon went to squish your lips together into an odd shape, maintaining a painful grip.

“If only your brain was as big as your tits,” he clicked his teeth, wearing a somewhat neutral facial expression at first until a smirk started tugging at the corner of his lips…

“And now you’re crying?” He scoffs, almost as if both annoyed and amused by the moisture forming at the beds of your eyes.

During all this though, your mind was in a complete haze, not being able to wrap your head around how innocent he still looked while talking to you like this…

Hell, even his cheeks were still blushing, and you could tell he was getting harder behind his pants.

Jake caught onto your staring though, swallowing the urge to just fuck you right then and there.

“Take off your top,” he demanded, releasing your face from his grip and taking a few steps back, “I can’t believe you even want to be called ‘pretty’ while wearing such a filthy thing…”

“Who cares? You still got hard just from looking at me,” you jabbed back through a wobbly voice given your tears.

That’s when a feeling of chills ran up and down your skin, and it’s hard to keep up the tough girl act once Jake started unbuckling the belt he wore, keeping an intense eye contact with you the entire time.

“Just like old times,” he said, making your organs irk at how easily you found yourself falling down the same rabbit hole with him, but things were far too gone to turn back now. You complied with his words, sliding your top over your head and exposing yourself now, the swell of your breasts looking so delightful while cupped in the lace of your bra.

“You’re making this too easy for me,” he grinned, tossing his belt to the floor with a clink before closing the space between you both, still standing up as he slides his fingers against your scalp, gently gripping the hair.

But it feels so good that you almost purr at the contact, even though his behavior was a bit unsettling to you.

That’s when he landed another smack to your face, snickering at how loud you winced given the sudden shock of sensations.

“God, what the hell is wrong with you?” You yell at him, trying to escape his daunting frame but you have no chance against his strength, especially not while sitting down in a chair… “You’re a freak, Jake!”

You kept wrestling beneath him, provoking him to yank your arm harshly and pull you out of the chair and onto the floor, your bare knees hitting the floor with a thud.

“And you’re a little bitch,” he bit back, handling your body with ease as he situates you before him on your knees, taking your spot in the chair and spreading his legs.

And his belt isn’t too far from him now either, compelling him to reach down for it and use it to secure one of your wrists to the chair before finally shimmying his pants down.

So lost in your thoughts, you watch with a mix of fear, disgust, and anticipation at the erectness hiding behind his boxers, just as his taunting voice resounds again.

“C’mon, ____… it’s about time you make good use of that big mouth of yours…”

With teary eyes, you watch as his full length slips out, smacking against his abdomen as the burning in your restrained wrist feels worse now.

Everything feels worse now… you had never felt so humiliated in your entire life.

He tapped the tip of his cock against your lips, using a thumb at your jaw to pry your mouth open and push himself in.

And as much as you didn’t wanna admit it, you were enjoying this a lot more than expected…

You had always preferred men who were more on the submissive side, and Jake, being a nerdy introvert, was no exception to that craving.

However, you didn’t mind him getting a little rough with you either, and perhaps that’s why you felt ashamed for it… you felt vulnerable with the idea of admitting you liked being someone else’s play thing…

“Stroke me like you used to, ____… ‘atta girl,” he groaned, watching with pleasure as you let your free hand find his shaft, stroking the bass as he kept your mouth secured around the tip.

And as embarrassing as it sounds, you felt yourself getting wet just from sucking him off, the sounds of your own throat gurgling around his length being a turn on for the both of you.

“I bet you still haven’t even told your friends about what really happened between me and you, huh? Imagine if they knew your lips liked sucking my cock just as much as they liked lying…” he slithered, keeping your head angled back just enough for him to get a full look at your face while you took him in your mouth.

Jake soon catches onto the way you’re closing your thighs together as tears continue to well in your eyes, and he lets himself snicker at how needy and pathetic you looked before him...

“What is it, Pretty? Hm? Don’t want your friends to find out about how much of a raging cock-slut you are?”

You moaned softly as he gently pulled your head from around him, and a string of your own saliva and his precum keeps you two connected as he finally loosens the belt around your wrist.

“When’d you get so mean, Jake?” You asked weakly, voice a bit raspy now after taking him in your mouth.

He almost couldn’t look you straight in the eye after asking that, but he had to keep his act going… he had to put you in your place—

“I only get this way when I have to,” he practically whispered, and part of you couldn’t even get annoyed with him for it.

You felt the same just a few moments ago, and you’re just now realizing how much you and Jake really have in common—

“Get up,” he ordered, and you listened, standing on shaky legs as he pulled your panties down, letting them rest at your ankles as he stood up to meet you.

Without speaking, he simply pointed at the chair he was just sitting in, and you’re given the opportunity to choose the position.

You decide to get back on your knees, bend over the chair, and stick your bare ass out for him, and he snickered at the sight, kneeling down himself now.

He ran a hand over the curve of your hip before landing a hard smack there, his own cock twitching every time you winced.

After this, he wastes no time in gliding his cock between your folds, right before plunging his tip into your sloppy cunt and groaning at the feeling.

“Fuck~,” he cursed under his breath, trying to adjust himself inside you, “has it really been so long that even your pussy’s gotten tighter?”

“Well your tiny cock definitely didn’t get any bigger- nghh~…,” you whined through a bitten lip, trying to suppress your moaning as he started to bottom out, over and over again.

“And here I was thinking you’d actually shut up for once,” he sighed, but his voice was clearly being affected by the way you felt around him.

He had been missing this… all of it, and not even just the sex. Jake wanted more to come out of your relationship with him, but if this is how you wanted to play, so be it—he still got something good out of it.

You can’t remember what you were going to say, but your thoughts were harshly cut by the feeling of his hand pulling you up by your throat and holding you close to his body.

“Let’s see… do you still squirm while having your tits touched? Do you still squirt just from the sound of my voice?” He whispered, and your breath was so restricted that all you could do was pant pathetically.

His released his grip pretty quickly though, only for his hands to find your breasts and fondle with them as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

“J-Jake,” your voice bobbled, given the strong impact of his hips behind you, “d-don’t you fucking dare…”

“What do you mean, Pretty?” He asked, snickering now at the way your thighs trembled briefly, “you’re a flashy little bitch, but that doesn’t mean I can read your mind…”

You groaned at his words, feeling lightheaded now that his tip was brushing up against your cervix.

“Don’t… fuckkk~… don’t tell anyone about this…”

“Which part of this, hm?” He asked knowingly, “the part where I made you cry or the part where I finish inside you?”

“N-not any of it, just- please…” your words slurred, and your heart started to ache just as much as your core with a mix of worry and desperation.

Of course, you were enjoying every part of this, but you didn’t wanna face the embarrassment that’d come with it if anyone found out…

Just imagine it… how down bad must you be to (1) let a guy hit it after treating you like shit, and (2) in the middle of the campus library of all places?

He’s slamming into you so hard and fast that you lost track of your thoughts again, and the squelching sounds coming from the two of you only adds to the warmth growing in your faces—

“That’s really what you want? Huh?” Jake asked with a low growl to his voice, and all you can reply with is a string of whiny yes’s.

“Beg for it louder,” he demanded, “beg for me to keep fucking you like a good little slut…”

And you did, letting your hips bounce to a rythme with his thrusts as your high drew closer and closer to approaching.

“P-please, Jake! I’ll do anything! I’ll be a g-good cock-slut just for you if that’s what you want… I-I’ll even let you cum in me,” you stammered, only for your pleading lips to trail off as a symphony of moans ripped through your body, his harsh hand smacking your ass one more before holding you in place by a handful of your hair.

“Yea, Pretty? Want me to fill your juicy pussy up with my cum? Gonna let me fuck it back into you nice and slow? Yea?” He rambled breathlessly, panting in place of groaning so he could get his words out better.

Crying out another yes, Jake’s hip plummeted into you as hard as they could, your breasts rocking back and forth with the force until you finally felt it; your walls pulling him in as his first spurt made you shiver, and then his second spurt made you climax.

“Awww, fuck!” You whimpered, shaking beneath him as he rode out his high inside you.

It didn’t take long for him to stand up, though, and just in time to pull up his pants and readjust your panties before the library doors creaked open as a new soul joined the space.

It was a girl. You could tell me the gentle hums that bumped from her throat, echoing off of the shelves of books.

“____! Minji said I might find you studying here, so I came to check since you’ve been hiding from us… And don’t even think about scolding me for yelling in here!” The voice called out, and you immediately knew it was Juria from her accent.

She had just came back from class to return a few books that she borrowed earlier, and your heart never pumped as fast as it did when Jake landed a harsh smack to your clothed cunt while holding you in place, even though you tried squirming away.

Everything in you was fighting to avoid being caught like this, and even more so because Juria was literally 30ft away from you two.

When she finally made her way over, though, the poor girl nearly dropped the stack of books she was holding, delicate eyebrows furrowing behind her silky bangs as her lips asked the words, “What on earth happened over here?”

You were sitting beside a now standing Jake with your cold ass right against the tile floor as you lazily slumped over the reading chair, being too fucked out to bother moving.

Your hair was a mess atop your head and your outfit was totally disarrayed, foggy mascara smudged beneath your swollen eyes and your whole body reeking of bittersweet aromas.

Juria couldn’t put a finger on it, but she knew something had happened. Something off…

“She spilled coffee all over herself…” Jake eventually answered, an aura of emptiness being present in both his expression and tone… an eeriness that made both you and Juria tremble in the knees…

From that moment, he simply walked past you both, looking back only once before leaving… he glanced at you first before looking Juria straight in the eye, his expression only now softening as one last line escaped his venomous lips…

“Such a silly girl, isn’t she?…”

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To Love a Book Worm

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 2,801

Content warnings: Fluff, teasing, cursing

Summary: Chan is your best friend and he’s a bit of a book nerd. Good thing so are you. But when your other friends from class try to bully him while you’re both hanging out together you step up in a big way causing Chan to realize that maybe his feelings weren’t one sided like he had always thought.

A/N: Divider was created by @bernardsbendystraws, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

The bookstore is quiet as you slowly meander through the tall bookshelves gazing at all the pretty spines of the books. You smile to yourself when you spot a title that sticks out to you and you know that Chan would enjoy it, you gently pull the book off the shelf and read the summary on the back of the book before slipping it into the basket that hangs off your elbow. 

Chan had texted you about a week ago when he had found the bookstore by accident when he was out walking through town late one night. He had been so excited to find it that he had texted you that night to tell you all about it. The two of you share a love for books and ever since the two of you met in your college library almost a year ago that has been what has bonded the two of you. Now a year later the two of you were best friends and had gotten to know each other on a very personal level. When Chan had texted you about the bookstore you two had eagerly and easily made plans to come shop here together that same night. And that’s how you wound up wandering the bookshelves and getting lost in the smell of aged paper.

You turn a corner and spy Chan curled up in a large plush armchair while he skims through a large book. Smiling to yourself you step back around the bookshelf and peer around it quietly to watch him. He’s wearing a black hoodie that you’ve seen him wear often enough to know that it’s one of his favorites, a pair of worn baggy jeans, a pair of black boots and a black beanie that’s pulled down to just above his forehead with his hair hanging in straggling strands. His large round framed glasses sit perched on his nose while he reads the book. You sigh softly as you watch him feeling your heart flutter in your chest at how soft he looks in the armchair, you’re actually surprised that he has managed to make himself look small when normally he’s taller and a larger presence to you.

”Hey Channie.” You greet him softly and he looks up from the book he’s reading with a wide smile on his face as his eyes light up when he spots you. You grin as you watch him raise a finger to push his glasses up further on his nose and he rolls his eyes at you in response. “You ready to go?” You ask softly not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere of the bookstore and he frowns softly at your question before you’re opening your mouth again to speak up. “Wanna stop at a cafe and get some coffee and a pastry?” You ask curiously and suddenly he’s smiling brightly up at you as you step closer to the armchair that he’s sitting in.

”You want to? I don’t want to completely take up your day.” He said softly and sounding unsure which caused you to shake your head at him quickly.

”I’d love to spend more time with you. If you want that is. I don’t want to push you but I’d love to talk about all the books that we found to buy.” You tell him quickly and Chan practically beams up at you before nodding his head eagerly.

”I would love that. Wanna head to Toasted?” He asked happily and you smiled down at him while nodding your head at him.

”Oh! I found a book that you might like.” You said suddenly before grabbing the book from your basket and handing it to him. Chan takes the book and you smile a little shyly but also proud that you may have found a book that he’d enjoy. After flipping the book over in his hand he quickly reads the summary before smiling softly and then looking back up at you.

”So was it the werewolves that made you pick it or the fantasy world?” He asked with a pleased eye roll which made you laugh.

”Neither, I’ve read that one and have been waiting to get you into it. It’s the story of the leader of the pack that’ll keep you interested. He’s big on the insecurity but rising up to the challenge. Reminds me of someone I know.” You tell him honestly and a little teasingly. When he grows quiet and a slight flush paints his face you tilt your head at him silently watching him with rapt attention before you’re stepping forward holding your hand out. “If you don’t want to read it you don’t have to. I can put it back where I found it.” You tell him softly feeling slightly dejected from his response. But Chan surprises you by pulling the book close to his chest and quickly shaking his head.

”No way, you picked this book for me. I'm going to read it and then we can discuss it.” He said earnestly and you smiled down at him softly as your heart fluttered once more.

”Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say to him and he quickly stands from the armchair crowding you in the small space making you hurriedly step back and nearly trip over your feet. But Chan quickly wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you close so that you don’t fall backwards. You both stand for a quiet moment as you stare up at him in shock before he hurriedly sets you upright on your feet and steadies you before letting go.

”Sorry.” He says softly before raising a finger to push his glasses back up his nose which makes you chuckle softly at him while he rolls his eyes again.

”My hero. But you better watch the eye rolling or your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.” You tease him softly and he flushes brightly at your words. “C’mon, let’s get going, I'm starting to get hungry.” You tell him before sliding your arm through his and begin leading him through the bookstore towards the register.

The cafe is warm as you and Chan walk towards a small table for two after putting in your orders for drinks and two pastries to share. Chan sets both of your totes full of the books that you had picked out to purchase on the chair next to him before taking a seat across from you. Being the ever gentleman Chan had insisted on carrying your bag for you all the way from the bookstore even when you had told him that you could carry it yourself.

”Thanks for coming with me to the bookstore today. I had a lot of fun and it was such a cool place.” Chan said warmly as he smiled at you before raising a finger to push his glasses back up on his nose which made you smile softly.

”Of course. I loved going there! I’m glad that you found it and thought of asking me to go with you.” You said happily while grinning and Chan nodded his head quickly.

”Who else would I want to go with? You’re my book buddy.” He said fondly and you smiled as your heart thudded heavily in your chest at his words. You knew Chan saw you as his friend but you had always wondered if he’d ever see you as more than just his friend. You had always hoped that maybe, just maybe he’d like you back but you had never pushed for anything because you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable around you. Chan squints his eyes at you slightly for a quiet moment but then suddenly one of the cafe staff members is calling out his name and Chan stands from his chair to go grab your orders. “Stay here, I’ll be right back with our stuff.” He tells you and you nod your head at him thankfully.

While Chan grabs your orders the door of the cafe opens and you look over as a cold breeze filters in through the door. You smile and wave as you notice your classmates from your Statistics course walking in, they all smile at you and wave back before heading over to you.

As Chan hears the little bell above the cafe door twinkle he looks over his shoulder and grimaces as he spots some of your classmates that you’ve been getting to know while you take Statistics. You have been making friends because the course was a little over your head and your classmates seemed to understand the course work a little better. He had been slightly hurt when he had offered to help you with the work but you had told him that you and your classmates had already started a weekly study group to help each other out. But he hadn’t blamed you since you were always such a friendly person, it was always so easy for you to make friends wherever you went.

As he stood at the counter waiting for the barista to finish packing your drinks together so that he could carry it all back to your table safely he watched as your friends made a beeline for you. Your friends all crowd around you and Chan sighs softly knowing that you’d probably be distracted now when he got back to the table and he’d have to share your attention with them. He doesn’t question why that upsets him because he’s not ready for that deep rabbit hole yet. When the barista finishes he gladly takes the drinks and pastries in his hands before turning to head back to the table.

”You’ll never believe the awesome bookstore that Chan found! It’s so cool and mysterious with really tall bookshelves that form a maze! It smells so good too and it’s so cozy inside! The owners are even this older couple who look like they walked out of a fantasy book!” You say excitedly and Chan smiles softly at your bright happy face. “We found so many good books and I was even able to convince Chan to read a fantasy book that I know he’ll love.” You said proudly and Chan feels his insides melt at your tone of voice.

”You’re always out with your nerdy best friend. When are you going to come hang out with us? We’re so much cooler than him.” Says one of the guys in your friend group and Chan feels his body tense with dread at your friend’s cajoling tone. He feels as if he wants the floor to swallow him whole, this is why he’s not able to make friends as easily as you are. He likes what he likes and most of the time people deem his interests and hobbies as ‘nerdy’. Hell even his glasses get him picked on or labeled as a nerd. And normally it wouldn’t bother him much, he’s been dealing with this type of bullying since he was little but now that you’re involved in it it seems so much more to him. Chan is dreading you response to your friend and silently steels his heart to hear the hurtful words of you agreeing with your friend. But when you open your mouth Chan is floored.

”He’s ten times cooler than you could ever be.” You stated coldly and Chan’s head whipped up to see you glaring at the guy who had called him nerdy. Chan sucked in a harsh breath as he watched your eyes harden with distaste as you glared at the guy. “Chan is my closest and dearest friend. I’d be lost without him in my life. He means more to me than anyone else that I’ve met here so far. And I don’t appreciate you trying to talk shit about him. So why don’t you keep your opinions of Chan to yourself since they mean nothing to me.” You adamantly state causing your whole friend group to react with gasps and scowls on their face. “If you all have a problem with what I just said you can kick rocks for all I care.” You snapped angrily. 

Chan watches as your friend group disperses slowly moving away from you with wide eyes and soft whispered words. When they all leave you he’s quick to walk up to the table feeling slightly breathless at your bold display of emotions for him. You look up at him with wide eyes for a moment before you smile softly and slightly embarrassed.

”Are you okay? You didn’t have to do that.” He said in a rush after putting your orders down on the table in front of you.

”I had hoped you wouldn’t hear all that.” You say softly and he sighs as he lowers himself into his chair.

”Why? Because you were sticking up for me?” He asked quietly as his eyes shyly watched you. But when your head whips up to stare at him with a bewildered look on your face he’s taken aback slightly.

”No. Because you shouldn’t have to hear that bullshit he was spouting about you.” You tell him almost sounding offended and Chan looks at you quietly with a shrewd look on his face. “Everything I said about you is true. You mean so much to me Chan, I cherish our relationship and I would be lost without you in my life.” You tell him honestly and Chan feels his heart thud in his chest rapidly as he sees your determined look written on your face.

”Have you been reading a lot of romance novels lately? That almost sounds like a love confession.” He jokes teasing you gently but when your eyes don’t meet his as he watches you his breath catches in his throat. “Was it an almost love confession?” He asks suddenly before he holds his breath waiting for your answer hopefully. He watches as you duck your head with slight embarrassment before you nod it slowly in response. Your worried eyes slowly rise to stare at him and Chan can’t stop himself. He’s lunging over the table while his hands come up to cup your face firmly before his lips capture yours desperately. You squeak in surprise at his actions before you melt into the kiss for a moment, you only pull away when you feel something wet hitting your jean clad thigh.

You pull away from Chan and look down at the table to see that in his haste to kiss you he had knocked into the table and made your drinks fall over spilling onto the table and then onto your jeans.

”Oh shit! I’m sorry!” Chan says hurriedly as he grabs the cups and tries to clean up the mess he made as you chuckle softly at him in delight.

”Were you always such a klutz or do I make you that way Channie?” You teasingly ask him and he blushes brightly before gathering the courage to speak.

”You make me this way because I’ve been in love with you since we met.” He says boldly and watches asd your eyes widen while pride fills his chest knowing that he can cause you to react this way as well. He continues to clean up the mess he made and stands at your side while you look up at him with soft adoring eyes.

”Hey Channie, want to go on a date with me?” You ask suddenly and Chan feels his brain short circuit while you smile beautifully at him.

”I-it’s my job to ask you th-that.” He stutters softly as his blush completely consumes his face now. You’re sitting there silently while gazing up at him with an expectant look on your face and suddenly it hits him, you’re waiting for him to ask you. He startles almost violently and you grin widely up at him knowing that he just figured it out. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks in a rush and you nod your head happily at him in response.

”Absolutely, thought you’d never ask.” You say in a soft warm teasing tone that has him grinning as a soft giggle escapes him before he’s slipping onto the chair next to you to cuddle into your side warmly.

”Good, we can start planning it now.” He says softly to you before the two begin talking about what you’d like to do on your first date together.

“Oh! And I might have to take you up on that offer to help me with Statistics now. I don’t want to be around those people anymore.” You tell Chan softly and he smiles softly at you before nodding his head as he feels his heart warm at the thought of you cutting out the bully from your life for him.

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Love your writing !!! Can you do like when reader finds out they are expecting but post hogwarts? Sounds silly but I can’t help but think of how excited George would be thank you :3

Hellooo, thank you for the request and I hope you like it ~ ♡

(btw guys, i'm also taking requests for the Avengers now!)

Little Lights .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: You and George Weasley have built a quiet life after the war, healing in your own way. But when you find out you're expecting, everything changes — not just for you, but for George.

The house you and George had shared since the war wasn’t glamorous, but it was home. A little crooked, a little loud, a little cluttered — in short, very Weasley. The kettle was always slightly burnt at the bottom, your living room walls were lined with mismatched frames, and the sofa had a permanent dent where George liked to collapse after a long day at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

You’d been living together for almost a year now — and dating even longer.

Sometimes, you missed the younger version of him. The louder George, the one who joked constantly, whose laugh bounced off every surface. But you loved this one too. The one who held you tighter in the middle of the night. The one who needed more quiet than before. The one who, despite everything, still tried to be okay.

He still talked about Fred sometimes. Not as often anymore, but when he did, his voice always dropped to a whisper. Like Fred was still somewhere nearby and might answer.

You let him grieve at his own pace. And you loved him at his own pace, too.

That morning, when you threw up for the third time in a week and nearly passed out at the smell of George's breakfast sausage, something inside you clicked.

You didn’t panic. You didn’t even speak. You just slipped into the loo, your hands trembling slightly as you pulled out the test you'd picked up at the apothecary two days ago — just in case.

You didn’t expect to cry.

And yet there you were, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, positive result in hand, tears slipping down your cheeks.

Because this wasn’t just about you anymore. Or even about George. It was about someone new. Someone tiny. Someone who had no idea what kind of world they were about to come into.

When George came home that evening, he immediately noticed something was off. His brows furrowed, and he pulled you into a hug before saying a word.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him — your freckled, tired, lovely George — and took a breath.

“I need to show you something.”

You didn’t speak as you handed him the test. He blinked. Once. Twice. The silence stretched. He sat down on the couch slowly, his hands still holding the test, eyes glued to the little symbol glowing on the surface.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded.

George said nothing for a long while. Just stared. You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

Then: “Bloody hell.”

You laughed, mostly from nerves. “Yeah. That about sums it up.”

He stood, running a hand through his hair — a habit that usually meant he was overwhelmed. You felt the first flicker of fear.

“Are you… are you okay?” you asked quietly.

George turned to you — and for a second, you couldn't read his expression.

Then he crossed the room in two strides and wrapped you in his arms so tightly you thought he might break.

“You’re really having our baby,” he whispered against your hair. “Merlin, I… I don’t even know what to say. I didn’t think…”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His own were damp.

“I didn’t think I’d live long enough to have something this good again.”

Your heart broke and mended in the same breath. You cupped his face.

“You deserve this, George. We both do.”

He kissed you — slow and deep and shaky — like he was still trying to convince himself this was real.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. George refused to let you carry anything heavier than a spoon. He made you tea every morning and sat next to you during every bout of morning sickness, looking pale and helpless.

Molly, when she found out, burst into tears and knit three baby blankets in the same week. Ron told George he was going to be the worst dad ever, which in Weasley-speak meant he was thrilled. Ginny grinned and started suggesting baby names.

But there were hard days too.

Nights when George would hold your belly with such reverence and whisper things you couldn’t hear. Mornings when he looked like he’d seen a ghost. You never pushed. You just held his hand and let him talk when he was ready.

One night, curled in bed, his fingers tracing light circles over your bump, he whispered, “Do you think Fred would’ve been a good uncle?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “The best.”

George nodded slowly. “I’ll tell them about him. Everything. I want them to know.”

“They will,” you said, kissing his shoulder. “They’ll know all the best things. Because they’ll see them in you.”

He didn’t answer, but you felt the way he held you tighter.

The day your child was born, it was raining — a soft, steady rain that tapped gently against the hospital windows.

George never left your side. Not for a second. His hand in yours, his eyes never leaving your face. He cried before you did. Big, messy, shameless tears when your baby — your daughter — let out her first cry.

You watched him hold her like she was the most fragile, precious thing he’d ever seen.

“She’s so tiny,” you whispered, exhausted.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered back, kissing your forehead and then hers. “She’s perfect.”

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Alright… Here goes all or nothing, I suppose...

Sherlock. Sherlock. @artofdeductionbysholmes

Do you remember the first time we sat here? I was… nervous. Nervous about you. Nervous about being with you, about whether I could keep up without making a fool of myself, about whether we’d even last this long. Nervous about… everything, really. And here I am... Nervous again. Though this time, for a slightly different reason.

Fifteen years ago, I sensed that you were throwing me a lifeline I desperately needed, and I was right. You gave my life purpose by pulling me into the madness, and I guess that says more about me than about you… But I never really had a choice after that. Nor did I want a different choice. I was hooked.

I didn’t realize back then how much I’d come to need you. How much I’d want to be part of the chaos, the mysteries, the danger… and of you. How much I’d want to be part of us.

I thought I was just tagging along for the ride, just a guy trying to fill the gap in your life. If anything, I had no idea how much you would fill mine. I had no idea what I was stepping into. You weren’t the distraction I thought you were—you were the reason I started breathing again, living again. And I didn’t dare admit that to myself until it was almost too late.

Sherlock, I’ve spent fifteen years beside you, in the middle of all the chaos, through moments when I thought I'd never see you again. I’ve spent fifteen years not knowing how to handle being properly us. But every single time, I couldn’t walk away. I didn’t want to walk away. Because it was always you, Sherlock. You. It was always the way you made me see the world differently, the way you needed me even when you didn’t know how to show it. And even when we almost lost everything… I still needed you. And I think… I know I always will.

Perhaps I shouldn’t bring up Mary right now, but it’s important that you understand this:

I loved her, yes. She was everything I needed at a time when I was looking for stability, for peace, for someone to build a life with. And for a while, that’s exactly what I thought I wanted. She gave me the family I didn’t know I wanted, the kind of love that was steady and real. But, as much as I loved her, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same as you, Sherlock.

You and I—what we have—it’s, I don’t care how cliché this must sound, it’s different. It’s not just a love built on quiet moments or the comfort of shared days. It’s something that shakes me to my core. Every time I’m with you, I feel like the ground beneath me is shifting. It’s unpredictable, thrilling. It’s essential.

There’s a force between us that pulls me in, whether I’m ready for it or not. I never expected to need you as much as I do, but that’s the truth of it. You make me see the world in ways I never could have imagined before you walked into my life.

With you, I’ve never felt more alive, more like I’m part of something far greater than myself. You’ve turned my world upside down, in a way I never thought I needed, and I know I can’t live without it.

The love I have for you, Sherlock… that’s the one that truly shakes the foundations of who I am. It’s the kind of love that changes everything. And I think I’ve always known, deep down, that it was never really a choice. Not for me.

You’ve been the constant in my life. Through everything we’ve been through, you’ve been the one thing I can rely on. Even when you were… away… I sought you out and found you. You were—and are—ingrained in my very existence. And I’ve realized something crucial in the last year: I will never want it any other way. Nothing matters to me more than this. I just want you.

And I know I’ve never been good at expressing this, but Sherlock… I’m asking you now, in this place, of all places—where it all started, where we began as just partners—to be. To be officially more than just partners for the rest of our lives. I'm ready to make that vow.

I promise you I will never take you for granted. That I will never hurt you as I have before. That I will spend the rest of my days proving to you that I am worthy of being in your life.

Here I am, hoping that you allow me at least this convention.

I guess what I’m asking is….

[alaia777]

movies i’d pair with the blue lock guys

how to lose a guy in 10 days - oliver

i just think how to lose a guy in 10 days fits oliver so much. i can imagine him making a bet with his friends about how he can get any woman he wants to fall in love with him. he meets you, and coincidentally, you’ve made the same bet with your friends. the difference? you need to drive him away in 10 days.

he’s kind and charming, planning dates he knows you’ll love. you, on the other hand, show up to his practice with a cute lunchbox covered in cartoon characters and a smoothie in a hello kitty bottle. as if that isn’t enough, you yell, “go for it, sugar booger!” every time he needs to concentrate, throwing him off completely and causing him to make mistake after mistake.

you take things further, showing up while he’s out with his friends, carrying an album of “your future kids together,” complete with photoshopped pictures of your faces. when he gets home from that hangout, he finds his house decorated with flowers, pictures of you, and stuffed animals, along with a note on the table: “take care of them as if they were our babies. i’m going to check on them! — your honey bunny :)”

he’s already at his wit’s end with your antics. but then comes the moment. you know the one—when ben saw andie in that yellow dress and placed his hand on his heart? that’s him when he sees you wearing that exact dress, standing as his plus-one at the gala he was invited to.

you find out about his bet first, and you’re furious—even though you were doing the same thing. when he finds out about yours, he’s just as angry. but after the heat of the argument dies down, neither of you can deny the truth: somewhere along the way, it stopped being about winning and became about each other.

and maybe, just maybe, neither of you want the game to end.

13 going on 30 - rin

i always imagined that the person rin would end up with would be someone he knew as a kid. with this one, there’s a little twist—besides the whole waking up in the body of a 30-year-old. rin is the one who finds himself successful, with the football career he always wanted, finally stepping out of his brother’s shadow. he had everything he ever worked for, so why did it still feel like something was missing?

one night, while scrolling on his phone, he came across a post from a mutual friend. they mentioned that you were in the same city as him, and without thinking, he tracked you down, looking for some kind of closure.

when he saw you again, he couldn’t believe his eyes—how much you’d changed, how much you’d grown, and yet, how you were still just as beautiful as he remembered. you, on the other hand, didn’t recognize him at first. it had been years since you’d last seen each other, and while you weren’t holding a grudge against him for leaving, you hadn’t forgotten that he chose his dream over you. and the years that followed? he never checked in, never reached out—not even once. so when he showed up, you weren’t exactly keen on welcoming him back into your life.

still, something in his eyes made you pause. despite the hurt, you decided to hear him out, agreeing to spend the afternoon catching up. the two of you wandered the city, sharing recommendations and reliving bits of the past. you even ended up at a sports bar, where they were replaying a match rin had played in just a week ago.

“you’re a star now. why are you hanging out with someone like me after all these years?” you teased, a light smile on your face. but the words hit rin differently, pulling him deeper into thoughts he wasn’t ready to face.

by the end of the day, he finally found out why you were in the city—the reason you were here in the first place. your engagement.

the word hung in the air, cutting through the quiet between you. you said it casually, like it wasn’t earth-shattering, like it didn’t crack something deep inside him. you smiled as you mentioned your fiancé, your plans for the future, and rin felt something cold settle into his chest.

he didn’t know why it hurt this much. after all, he was the one who left. he was the one who chose football, who walked away from everything that could’ve been. but standing there, looking at you and the happiness in your eyes, it hit him—he hadn’t just left you behind. he’d left behind a part of himself.

and now it was too late.

the proposal - sae

honestly, while writing rin’s part, i couldn’t help but feel how well it would fit sae too. but i had another idea in mind, something a little more fun, and somehow, the theme of the proposal came into play. imagine this: you’re the intern to his manager, always being looked down on by him, ridiculed for your “stupid” wardrobe, and treated like you’re invisible.

things take a wild turn when, through a series of unfortunate events, sae almost finds himself getting deported back to japan. the reason? his visa wasn’t sorted out in time, and his team just couldn’t get everything in order. in a desperate attempt to solve the issue, his manager hatches a plan—you two are engaged and about to be married.

you hated the idea. absolutely disgusted by it. and sae? well, he couldn’t care less, as long as it got him out of the mess. before long, he found himself sitting at your family’s table in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny village with almost no phone signal. the plan was simple—tell your family the engagement is real and keep up the charade for a while.

before that though, there was the immigration officer incident. sae, in his usual overconfident way, tried bribing the officer to smooth things over, but instead almost landed himself in jail. somehow, that’s how he ended up stuck at your family’s house, with no way out of this ridiculous engagement ruse.

things started to go awry right away. sleeping on the floor, waking up at the crack of dawn because of him, and having to endure his morning yoga routine like it was some kind of ritual. you really couldn’t imagine how anyone could fall for someone like him.

but your family? they were determined to make the best of the situation. they dragged him to the bar, took him fishing, and tried to include him in everything else. sae grumbled through it all, but he didn’t hold back on his frustration. he even ended up reluctantly playing football with them, but everything else? no chance. he hated it. the awkward family dinners, the endless chatter, the ridiculous games—he was done with it all.

and then there was your ex-boyfriend. perfect in every way, smiling at things like tree branches, wearing ridiculous clothes, and seemingly so happy in ways sae could never understand. he watched you together, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t explain.

the whole situation was supposed to be temporary. sae just had to play along, pretend to be the future husband, and somehow make it through without drawing attention to how forced everything was. but somewhere between the early mornings, the family outings, and the odd moments of silence, something started to change.

by the time everything was sorted and sae was on his way back, you weren’t sure what to make of it all.

the door closed behind him, but somehow, you knew things weren’t as simple as they seemed. something had shifted, and you couldn’t tell if it was just the act or something more.

ೃ༄ i wanted to leave the endings open, to give room for interpretation. what do you guys think? :)

ೃ༄ i’m going to do a part 2 with different characters, but this time the movies won’t be rom-coms !

[reveluving]

You inspired some Benny thoughts……..I imagine the Bubba is as possessive over momma as Benny. Everytime Benny touches you or kisses or gets close he gets angry babble or cry from the baby. How do you think Ben would handle it?? 🤪

a/n: ARIA. How DARE you continue the hubby Benny saga with this masterpiece of an idea! I imagine Bubba.... being what Benny was like as a kid HAHA Enjoyed the hell outta this one ('cause who doesn't love pouty Benny!!). Thank you, thank you for sticking 'round, Aria baby !😭

warnings: hubby benny both loves and is jealous of his son (but really they act the same), family-focused fluff!

» wanna read more on garrett's characters? check out my new g.hedlund m.list!

Now, Bubba? His little boy? His little Benjamin Miller Jr.?

That was his kid right there, his blood without a doubt. 

But damn, if he wasn’t the biggest mama’s boy he’s ever seen–

He knew it wasn’t a coincidence anymore, the man even wrote down the times where it was too good to be one.

The most significant one was two months ago, when he was playing with Bubba in the playpen with you. Benny had the day off, the television was playing at a low volume and the house, overall, had good vibes, as it always did. Upon noticing the time on the clock, you stood up.

“I gotta get the laundry upstairs real quick,” You told Benny, playfully adding, “I better not see your boxing shorts from three days ago in the basket.”

He pouted, “You’re breaking my heart, pretty girl, you know I’d get it washed as soon as I got home.”

You knew that, and he knew that you knew, and it was obvious when the two of you shared a soft laugh before kissing the crown of his head.

“Okay, dummy,” You smiled before waving at Bubba who stared up at you since you stood up, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You only took a few steps away from the playpen and towards the stairs when Bubba began crying. Halting, you immediately came back, and even as Benny was already holding him, Bubba wasn’t calming down.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, mama’s just going upstairs,” Your husband cooed and rocked the toddler, “She’ll come back and play again. Your old man’s here, too.”

Nothing, Bubba still wailed pitifully. Unable to fight your maternal instincts, you offered to hold him. Benny didn’t want to, he wanted you to have the time for yourself, even if you were just doing a bit of laundry, but he didn’t want to stress you about worrying for both the kid and the dirty clothes either, so, he gently passed Bubba to you.

As soon as you cooed at your son, he stopped crying. Tears staining his smooth cheeks as he looked up at you, “Hi, you! I’m here, don’t worry. Don’t you worry.”

He wasn’t in the happy-go-lucky mood like he was before, but he most definitely wasn’t in the worst one either, so, you were thankful for that.

Benny whistled, standing side to side so he could look at his son with you, “Little rascal, ain’t ya’?”

Bubba just smacked his lips, all snug in your arms.

You snorted, “I know where he got that from,”

Looking up at Benny, you added guiltily, “But I gotta go get the laundry…”

Say no more.

“I’ll do it,” Benny reassured, wrapping one of his arms around you and murmuring into your temple, “I’ll do it.”

But the sweet, fleeting moment was interrupted when Bubba bopped his father in the head with the soft, fabric teether—did he have that in his hand before?

Even so, Benny pretended to feel hurt, letting out an ‘ow!’ as he held his head, and just like he expected, it made his boy laugh.

So, his son found amusement in his pain. Who knew?

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” Benny sighed, but it was all lighthearted, just like his eyeroll. He gently pinched his son’s cheek before turning to you to steal a kiss. The boxer was able to swiftly dodge his son’s teether toy attack for stealing his mother’s attention, playfully adding as he went up the stairs, “Don’t be hogging your mom’s attention while I’m gone!”

And that was one of the many instances.

Bubba saying ‘mama’ over ‘papa’ first.

The constant bonks with soft toys whenever he’d see you and Benny kiss or hug.

When Bubba preferred to be with you physically while you stirred the pot with your free hand, even if Benny was standing hip to hip with you.

Hell, even a night or three, when Benny had you on your back in bed, just about to tug your nightwear down, Bubba cried, and the two of you immediately rushed out to his crib.

Make no mistake, he was grateful to have a kid at all, the best, proudest dad there is, but goodness, if it didn’t make him pout just a little bit, much to your amusement.

One day, when Benny hung out with his brother, telling him how he may or may not have learnt that his boy was a mama’s boy, and for some reason, expected a teeny bit of sympathy, the older Miller laughed in his face.

Laughed.

“He’s you,” Will shrugged, “You were literally like that as a kid.”

Benny blinked. Come to think of it–

He did kind of remember bopping his brother on the head with a toy after picking him up from his mother’s arms, and unlike the soft teether toy Bubba used him at the time, Benny used a plastic toy.

Like a truck toy-plastic or a transformer toy-plastic.

As in, he may or may not have remembered the sound of it when it collided with his older brother’s head.

The longer he recalled more memories when he was almost like Bubba in his time as a child, Benny pursed his lips and nodded slowly, Will knew he was starting to remember more than a handful.

Okay, yeah, the blood does run deep, more than he realized it.

But, despite it all, he knew his son loved him, too. Immensely, just as he did. To be cheered on by the little kid whenever he was in the ring, to be offered a toy or ‘num nums’ whenever he somehow knew his father was feeling under the weather, or to be ‘defended’ in the midst of a banter with Frankie by pulling his godfather’s moustache, and many more. 

His son’s antics were enough to make him laugh, his eyes rolled in amusement because, at the end of the day, Bubba knew who his father was, always giving him the same gummy smile as he does with you.

Turning back to the framed photo in the living room, the one taken during Bubba’s first winter and Christmas with the three of you, he smiled to himself as he rocked the same toddler in his arms, one of the little days where he rested well with his father even when he knew his mother was in the house.

At the end of the day, it was still the three of you against the world.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

a/n: Hey, you. Yeah, you you Garrett lover. Have I told you how much I love you for showing him and my content so much love? Don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

[misspelledwordswizard]

THE COLORS WERE SO CUTE EVEN THOUGH I IMAGINE IT WOULD BE CHAOS IF THEY TRY TO WOO THE READER BECAUSE THEY ALL HAVE DIFFERENT WAYS OF DOING IT AND THEY COLLIDE WITH EACH OTHER JAJSJJSWNSJUAJSJDJW 💚❤️💙💜🖤

Yeay I love writing for the colors, I love chaos! Ok, this was supposed to come out a few days ago, but there are some unforeseen issues. Hope you like it <3

Doing it right

I was finishing getting ready in the morning when I heard a knock on the door of the room in the inn where we was staying, which I found strange, considering the conditions. I had gone to bed very late, as I had spent the entire night reading a book that captivated me, so I woke up only an hour ago, at eleven in the morning. Therefore, I did not expect that any of the boys would still be there. In theory, they should all be spread out across the village we arrived at yesterday, with a lot to explore and search for.  

Even without understanding, I went to the door, bracing myself for the possibility that it might not be any of the heroes either. When I opened it, my gaze naturally went a little lower, that’s when I came across the Blacksmith there, looking at me with a cheerful smile.  

No, that was not Four, but Green, one of his parts. I was surprised to see him separated in broad daylight. I thought he was waiting to tell his brothers about his special ability. If he’s here, it must be important. 

— Good morning, did you sleep well? – He began, before I could say anything. – You must be hungry, you missed breakfast and it’s already lunchtime. I thought maybe you’d like to join me? I found a lovely restaurant nearby. 

— Oh, um... – I am indeed hungry, and it was endearing how confident the boy was, but the fact that he was suddenly separated makes me uneasy. Still, having his company during lunch sounds great and I couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion. – Of course, I’d love to! 

He seemed even happier, and I thought it best to leave my questions for later, I don’t want to ruin this. I finally stepped out of the doorway and closed it behind me, ready to follow the blond to the place he mentioned. I’m excited for this, as much as I love Champion’s food, I miss eating at restaurants every now and then.   

I followed the shorter boy out of the inn, as I thought, none of the other boys were around, not even the other colors, which made me even more intrigued and curious about the whole thing. Every time I had met them so far, they had been together, it was unusual to see them so far apart.  

Finally, at the restaurant mentioned above, I was enchanted by the architecture of the place, which had large glass walls that allowed a beautiful view of the lovely little street and a wooden structure that made the place cozy. This whole village was really very beautiful and peaceful, from what I could see. We sat at a table for two in the center, thanks to this I had a view of the front of the restaurant and one of its sides, while I had my back to the other. Green sat in front of me, he was smiling and excited, he seemed happy to be here. Well, I can understand him, the place was amazing.  

I entertained myself looking at the menu, lost in the many options. The place also offered breakfast, which looked divine, I will have to come back here another day to try it. Looking through the dishes, I came across one that I liked, but that served two people, so I immediately thought about the possibility of sharing it with Green. 

When I turned my attention to him to comment on it, he seemed a little... distracted. He was looking at something behind me, his face didn’t look good at all as he looked with a certain desperation at whatever it was. Combining my curiosity with the sudden noises I heard coming from that same direction, outside the restaurant, I was about to turn around to see, but my attention was once again caught by the blond man in front of me. 

— Hey, look at this dish! – He said, pointing to something on the menu, which when I looked at it was... water? – You know what, you can go ahead and order if you want, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute! 

He hurriedly left the table, his eyes never leaving whatever was behind me, but by that point I had already lost interest, with my hunger screaming louder for me to order something right away. The noises seemed to get even louder outside, but I was too focused on reading each ingredient of each dish and evaluating my possibilities. 

I only took my eyes off the paper when I saw the blond sit down again in front of me, raising my eyes momentarily to confirm his presence, going back to reading, only to look back at him abruptly when I realized what I saw. 

In front of me was no longer Green, that was Red, with his smile and sweet gaze, looking at me as if nothing had happened, but what really caught my attention was his state.  His beautiful blond locks were disheveled, with dirt, leaves, and even twigs stuck in them, his face was scratched, as if he had gotten into a fight with a skittish cat, his clothes were dirty and wrinkled, his breathing was irregular, and other things that made it look like he had gotten into a fight with a wild boar, run away from it, and then rolled down a hill after tripping over a rock. Come to think of it, that’s quite possible. 

— Oh, hi, my goodness, who would have thought I would find you here! Hey, taking advantage of this coincidence, do you want to go for a walk with me? We could have a picnic! 

— Oh, well, the thing is that Green... 

— Don’t mind him, he must have had a stomach ache and went back to the inn, come on, there’s the perfect place for us to go! 

Red said, looking like a happy child, stood up and took my hand, leading me out of the restaurant. Oh, goodbye, dear food, I’ll be back tomorrow! I followed the blond almost out of the village area, where there was plenty of vegetation and trees, but our objective seemed to be in reality a peak near the limits of the place, which was divinely touched by the sun and had a few trees and bushes on top, which made the place very rewarding to be.  

 When we finally reached the top, I had an incredible view of the entire village, and there, under the shade of the largest tree there, there was a picnic set up, ready for us to enjoy, full of fruits, sweets, and various drinks. Oh, how great! I wouldn’t even have to wait for the food to arrive like at the restaurant. 

Even though I was anxious to eat, I stayed there, standing, enjoying both the beautiful view and the gentle breeze that seemed like a reward after the effort of climbing up here. The hero in red was next to me, doing the same as me. These calm and peaceful moments had become somewhat rare on our long journey, so I began to appreciate them more than ever. 

— I’m so happy to be here with you today... – Red started to speak, I remained attentive, but still focused on the view of the horizon in front of me. – You know, I’ve been thinking- Ahhhh! 

The boy’s voice faded, becoming distant after his cry of surprise, making me turn around at the same moment to know what had happened, and then, once again, in the place where the hero in red should have been, his other part, Blue, was. The same one, with his breathing irregular as if he had run a marathon and a few scratches here and there, looking victoriously at something behind me, which, when following the direction his eyes pointed, I saw a bush further down the hill. 

Finally, he seemed to realize my presence, straightening up, coughing lightly to clear his throat and giving me a confident smile. 

— What a coincidence to see you here, oh, it seems Red was a little busy, you know how that airhead is, right? 

— Good morning to you too, Blue. Let me guess, you have an amazing place to show me? 

— What? Noooo... – He said with a weak smile. – Okay, yes, I do, but it’s way better than anything these idiots prepare! 

I could only laugh, not like I was making fun of them, I’m just finding it intriguing, funny, and even kind of cute how each of the boys were acting today. It makes me wonder what happened to Four. Maybe he was indecisive about what to have for lunch. 

— Okay, let’s go, you can tell me what it is on the way. 

We continued, walking the entire path I had taken earlier to climb the summit, but not before I grabbed a strawberry from the nearby picnic basket, just like the other two had done before. Blue led me by the hand, heading deeper and deeper into the bustling village. It wasn’t long before the sounds of crowds could be heard around us, and I soon realized that we were close to the center. I really wanted to stop by today. I heard the owner of the inn say that this place gets very busy on the weekends, with a lively little market full of activities and different foods to try. 

I soon got excited too. All the excitement of the city was energizing and made a great contrast with the calm environment before. The food stalls immediately caught my attention, the smell of different foods invaded me, making my stomach growl for the fiftieth time today.  There were also several game stalls with prizes to be won, and as interested in eating as I was at the moment, the hero’s interest in winning these games was clear, so I just followed along as he made his way to the archery game. 

— Look, I’ll get that one for you! – He said confidently, pointing to a blue shark plush, very big and cute. I smiled foolishly at that. 

It was a simple game, you paid a small amount and they gave you a bow and three arrows, three attempts to hit the center, and then take the prize. Blue seemed confident, and rightly so, with all the experience accumulated in his adventures, hitting the center of a stationary target would be like child’s play, but even so he seemed very focused while aiming, after all, he would hate to be too confident and miss, even if only one of the arrows. 

The moment he shot the arrow I felt a soft touch on my left shoulder, which made me turn around just in time and end up missing his eventual hit. The blue eyes mixed with violet caught me by surprise, hypnotizing me, while the bearer of them gave me a calm and serene smile. 

— I finally found you, come on, we’re already late, at this rate we won’t have enough time to appreciate this. – Vio’s voice was soft and calm as he led me by the hand, without further explanation, to the goddess knows where. 

— Here, see, I said I would get it for... you? – I could hear Blue’s voice in the distance, turning to try to see him, but he was already lost in the crowd we were leaving behind. 

Without many options, I just kept going, further and further away from all the noise in the center of the village. I sighed, a little tired from all the walking I’d been through. It must be around three in the afternoon now and I still hadn’t eaten anything, I hope Vio is taking me somewhere with food. 

The most surprising thing so far is that I haven’t run into any of the other boys so far, which is lucky, I wouldn’t know how to explain why Four was wearing a single color outfit and acting “strange”. When we finally stopped walking, in front of our destination, I felt a little disappointed. A library. I mean, I love reading, I love books, I love libraries, Vio definitely knows what I like... but I really wish I could eat something right now. 

The hero took steps forward, ready to enter the place, but stopped when he noticed that I had fallen behind, still looking at the place, wondering if I would have time to stop somewhere to get something before we went in. Seemingly reading my mind, Vio laughed softly and approached me again. 

— Don’t worry, there’s a coffee shop inside, you’ll like it. 

A smile has never appeared so quickly on my face. Books and coffee? The combination of gods! I quickly began to walk excitedly towards the place, being followed by the blond who laughed at my childish excitement. 

Finally, with a nice cappuccino and a croissant in hand, I was able to sit at a comfortable table, with a good book and with the pleasant company of Vio by my side, who, not content with just one, had a pile of books on the table, that he intended to read, and a cup of tea. 

I was able to enjoy this moment of peace in the day, with my stomach happy to finally be fed, feeling satisfied, although still somewhat lost in thoughts that blocked my focus on the words on the page. As good as it was to be able to have a moment alone with each of the four colors, I still felt like something was missing. Maybe it was because this competition between them took away precious time that we could have spent together, or maybe it was also because they weren’t together, it felt wrong. 

 Well, this peace didn’t last long, of course. Soon three identical boys burst into the library, causing a commotion that earned them a good scolding from the others who were there to read. But as soon as they saw me and Vio sitting in a corner of the place, they came towards us, not happy at all. 

— Vio, you traitor! How dare you? – Blue was the first to complain, taking care to keep his tone controlled so as not to end up getting another scolding. 

— Well, you’re no saint either. Don’t forget that you pushed me down a hill! – Red retorted. 

— The three of you started a fight outside the restaurant, and when I went to see, you stole she from me, Red! Your saintly face doesn’t fool me. – Green seemed, in fact, upset. 

Of course, by now, I already knew what all this was about; they didn’t even try to hide it, after all. But anyway, I hate seeing them fighting, and I hate even more that I’m the reason for it, it just makes me think about how Four was having this problem because of me. 

— Okay, enough of this, you four! This is all getting ridiculous. I understand that you wanted to do different things, I understand that you wanted some time alone, but that’s no reason for all this fighting. 

I started and they fell silent looking at me, almost embarrassed, but I honestly didn’t even know what to say next, I didn’t want to seem exaggerated or annoying, especially when I can see that there’s something serious bothering them and that’s why they’re acting like this. 

Apparently, there was no need for me to say anything else, the four boys looked at each other, they seemed to have a mutual understanding, which made me wonder if they didn’t have some kind of twin telepathy or something. The moment of silence lasted for a while, but before I could ask what was happening, I saw something I hadn’t witnessed until then. 

I saw Green reach for his sword and then suddenly they all merged, turning back into Four.  In the middle of the library, which may not have been the smartest thing to do, but he didn’t seem to care much, especially since there was no one around at the time. 

Seeing Four in front of me was somewhat of a relief, as it meant he was no longer in internal conflict. I wonder what could have happened for that. 

— I want to apologize for my behavior today. I was so worried and indecisive about how to do this in the best way, that I ended up making you uncomfortable and dragging you around the village. 

I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I hadn’t really bothered him. I enjoyed spending time with the colors, I always enjoyed spending time with them. But the blacksmith continued before I could do so. 

— The truth is that I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and I finally know that I’m ready now. Spending this day with you, even with all the problems I caused myself, was amazing, being by your side is always wonderful, and I also realized that I don’t need to be as nervous about it as I was. – He paused, looking away shyly before taking a deep breath and looking at me, with those blue eyes that reflected the other colors, with his cheeks and the tips of his ears slightly pink. — Do you want to go out with me? 

I was quiet for a moment, probably looking like an idiot, too surprised to answer. So that’s what this was about? I felt my chest beat faster as a silly smile formed on my lips. 

— Yes, I would love to. 

[stupidlittlespirit]

glad you’re feeling better!

would you be comfortable sharing a sneak peek of the next chapter 👀

if not I totally understand please prioritize your well being!

Listen, I don't have a chapter sneak peak for you BUT..... because I'm making you all wait so long for this next chapter and I feel bad, I'm gonna give you a small snack.

This is an unpublished thingy that I posted on a little discord server that I'm in and people liked it there so I figured you might enjoy it here. It is just a very short warm-up drabble that I did ages ago and never used again. It's a bit messy and stuff, but whatever. It's set during MtB but it isn't really anything to do with the series. Just a little snippet of life within it:

I Got It Bad (and that ain't good) Rating: NSFW (only slightly) Type: Drabble Tags: Kissing, implied sexual stuff. Very, very tiny inference to muses but meant in no certain way. No pronouns/body described. Word count: 1233

When he's feeling contemplative, Ford likes to play the piano.

He is, like so many other things he turns his attention to, wonderful at it. 

Ford likes jazz. He pretends he's a classical purist but you've found the record sleeves on the shelves near his desk, you’ve done a little snooping, and you know they rarely correspond to the vinyl inside. They're just for show. He plays it mainly in the evenings when he's treating himself to a glass of scotch; he'll listen to a particular artist (this week it's been an awful lot of Duke Ellington) and then recreate it on his own instrument. 

He'll start small. Just a slow, leisurely tinkling of the ivories as he finds his rhythm, and then he'll settle into his groove and flex yet another of his many skills as you listen from another room while you tidy up.

If you're especially lucky, he'll ask you to join him and give him feedback on it. 

He doesn't care about the feedback, of course, because he knows he's good and so does everyone else, and you're sure he's just using it as an opportunity to show off but you never mind. 

He has, in typical Ford fashion, always refuted your accusation: “I assure you, I certainly am not,” he'd said one evening with a knowing smile, as you'd watched from your seat beside him. “I merely know that you like jazz and I play because you listen,” and you'd felt such an intensely affectionate warmth bloom in your chest that you'd dropped the point immediately.

(And when he had added on a quiet: “Plus, I like the way you look at me when I do it,” and you'd made him hit a bum note when you’d leant up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then, well, who can blame you?) 

Your favourite thing to do, beyond simply enjoying the melodies, is to watch his hands and fingers as he works. 

He'd been a little apprehensive at first, once he had noticed, but you had been quick to reassure him that your interest was appreciative, if perhaps salacious, and not even close to judgemental. 

“Would you be uncomfortable if I took a video?” You ask one dark winter's evening, leaning against the piano’s top while you observe him. “Just for myself, I mean.” 

“Whatever for?” Ford responds without missing a beat of his metronome. 

He's going away soon. He and Stan set sail in two days time and it’s a long trip this time, which means for four months, four long, agonising months, you’ll be without him. It’s almost too much to bear and your heart feels like lead at the thought. 

“Because I’m going to miss you and I’d like to have something to remind me of you when I feel like shit,” you say. 

The corner of Ford’s mouth curls upward a fraction and he spares you a thinly veiled, heated glance, his cheeks turning pink. “I thought our plan was to give you plenty of reminders the night before….?” 

Your stomach flutters. 

“I’d like more than bruises, if you wouldn’t mind,” you say, biting down on a smile. 

Ford laughs under his breath and after a moment, says: “And it’s just for you? The video?” 

“Of course,” you reassure him. “I don’t have to, I just…. Your hands are my favourite part of you and I think about them, often.” 

Too often, some might say. 

Ford laughs again, a little louder this time. “Not my dashing good looks?” he teases. “Or my dazzling personality? You wound me, my dear.” 

You grin. “All of the above,” you say with a shrug. “But especially your hands.” 

“Is that so?” Ford says, taking one hand from the keys to pat the empty space beside him. “And what, pray tell, do you think about them?” 

You go where he asks, taking up a seat at his side obediently. “Lots of things.” 

“Such as….?” 

He’s fishing for compliments, you both know it, but does sound genuinely curious, too. 

“I think they’re the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen,” you say, giving him exactly what he wants. “And I think about how they fit in mine. I think about how they feel, how your thumb rubs over my knuckles when we hold hands and how your little finger does the same on the sides, you know, just because you can do that….”

“Anything else?” Ford asks, voice warm. 

You smile, eyes transfixed on the way his fingers tick across the ivory. “And…. I like to think about how you hold my thighs when you have your head between them. The way you hold onto my hips. How your fingers taste when you put them in my mouth.” 

Ford makes a soft sound, somewhere between a contented sigh and an aroused groan, and his hands falter momentarily before he restarts his playing. 

“Is that so?” he says, hoarse. 

“Mm,” you hum absentmindedly. Your head is full of those same thoughts right now, your mind’s eye blurred with the memories of Ford’s fingers climbing underneath your jeans and inching past your underwear. Of touching you so intimately that you have to press your thighs together slightly to sate the longing. 

Ford catches it. 

“You’re thinking about it right now,” he mutters, and his tone holds no question.

He’s stopped playing. His hands are frozen over the keys. 

“Aren’t you?” you answer, eyes still on them. 

Ford exhales slowly through his nose, shaky,  restrained. “I’m always thinking of you,” he says simply. 

You tear your eyes away to look up at him, only to find that his gaze is already on you. 

Ford’s eyes are molten, half-lidded and hot, and they flick down to your mouth and back up to your own. 

“You’re terrible,” he says, in such a way that it’s obvious he means it in the most complimentary context possible. “A terrible, terrible influence on an old man like me.” 

A smirk creeps onto your face. It’s always satisfying to see the effect you have on him. “I can leave, if you’d like me to. I have plenty to do and I-!” 

Ford pushes the stool back with one leg, your combined weights little more than a minor  inconvenience to him, and he hauls you into his lap before you can even finish the thought. 

You laugh, loud and bright, and fling your arms around his neck to hold on tightly to him and avoid sending you both to the floor in a heap. “Or not,” you concede. 

“Never,” agrees Ford, and then he’s kissing you. 

It’s slow and tender and white hot as always. 

You can feel his arousal press between your legs and it’s enough to make you smile against his mouth. 

“What a dirty old man you’ve become,” you say dramatically, nudging your nose against his. 

“I'm only what my muse makes of me,” Ford says raggedly. “And you are an awfully seductive force, you know….” 

“So I've been told,” you smile, one hand wandering below to palm him gently through his slacks. 

Ford groans, low and deep, and tilts his head back. “I'll make a deal with you,” he says quietly. “I swore off them a long time ago but just for you, just this once: if you keep doing that, I'll let you take footage of any fucking thing you like….” 

You grin. 

“Deal.” 

[catiuskaa]

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]

PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader

SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

WC: 3.2k

CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...

A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun! ^^

[☆☆★☆☆]

He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.

He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.

You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.

You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.

It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.

“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.

“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”

“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.

But then, the sex dreams started.

“Chan, I’m back!”

He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.

“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.

Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.

“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”

“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.

“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.

He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.

It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.

Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.

Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.

Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.

“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.

He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.

After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.

“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.

With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.

“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”

He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.

“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”

“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”

In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.

“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.

But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.

Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.

You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.

When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.

No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.

You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.

The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.

“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.

“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.

[☆☆★☆☆]

“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”

"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.

"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."

You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.

"...Minho?"

"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.

You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."

"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone.

Oh boy.

"The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"

"My what?!"

"Stay with me now, but this is getting old really quick, goddamnit."

You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.

But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.

"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!" You frowned, raising your voice at your phone.

"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, who just stood there, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.

"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"

"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.

…He hang up.

You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.

"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"

You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.

He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.

"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.

"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."

"I... wanted to say that, uh..."

"I am sorry if I... uh..."

"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"

You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.

"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.

"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."

He licked his lips. "I uh, yeah. Kinda, I guess."

"Never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."

You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.

Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.

He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.

He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?

But then, he met you right in front of his room.

He needed to try it. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself if he assumed wrong and then stupidly lost his chance.

So before you could escape, speak or come up with any kind of excuse as to why you were there again, he approached you, cradling your cheeks softly and pecking your lips.

His heart skipped ten beats. Your arms shoved him away weakly, which only made it worse. He was pretty sure he might have lost his pulse already.

His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed him from the rim of his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.

The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.

He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it.

"What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"

You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. You had no idea.

"Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away, "but not if you don't want to—"

He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.

"No... I want you."

"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."

[☆☆★☆☆]

Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.

It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.

And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.

He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.

And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.

“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.

The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.

As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.

“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”

Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.

He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.

He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.

“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.

“I-i uh…”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.

“Uh?”

He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.

“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”

Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.

Let’s have fun again tonight.

He bit his lip, turning his phone off.

“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.

He’d keep the other one a secret.

[☆☆★☆☆]

[hard hours]

~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.

[cosmichymns]

Not beta read. All spelling errors are mine. On AO3.

When Two Halves Split

You and Emily walked into your shared high rise DuPont Circle apartment after landing back in Quantico about 50 minutes ago with used go-bags that got dropped unceremoniously by the front door. You were tired, sore, embarrassed, and still felt dirty. You could sense Emily was tense, with worry still etched in every line of her face.

You hadn’t meant to be so careless but over the past year, since Emily had become Unit Section Chief, it had been sinisterly creeping up on you. It started with little things like volunteering for more physical roles along the likes of Morgan and Alvez. Your strength had never been an issue. Then it graduated to losing your cool with the local police force much easier than your normally calm and collected temperament usually allowed. Within the past six months it had escalated to charging into potentially dangerous buildings without waiting for backup or clearing scenes. It had gotten to the point that even Rossi, your more physically and emotionally reckless boss, had to pull you aside a few times.

“Can I run you a shower, love?” The low timbre of Emily’s voice rolled through your body, causing you to snap out of your reverie.

Without looking to her, you shook your head while making your way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. You poured two glasses but leaned against the counter, facing Emily, taking a few sips before walking to your wife and handing her the other glass. She accepted it, took a small sip, and continued to study you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, holding the glass with two hands and allowing her fingers to tap along the side. “Just let me help you wash your hair. There’s still a but of dirt in your hair.” You let her run a cool hand through your loose auburn curls, proving her point as a small clump fell to your shoulder.

Dirt. The dirt was everywhere but that’s what happens when an unsub attempts to bury you alive and then when you struggle, shoots the disturbed earth, grazing the side of your deltoid. It still stung. Thankfully it only needed a few stitches. Just another scar for the book, you had thought as Alvez’s hands dug you out of the earth. JJ had called Emily right away, as she always did when you inevitably made a shit choice, and your wife arrived halfway across the country in record time.

You sighed, giving in and knowing she was right with a small forced smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Emily let her hand carefully run from your hair, over your good shoulder, down your arms until she found your hand, and fingers interlaced. She led you across the stylish yet homey apartment to the en-suite master bathroom. She sipped her wine as she turned on the tap and her fingers tested the temperature. You stood there awkwardly, watching her as she bent over to test it again.

“Do you need help, hmm?” Emily asked, setting down her now empty glass and turning to you. She made no move until you answered.

“Please?” You answered, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly needy and small.

Emily hummed quietly in response as she took your glass and started to delicately unbuttoned your shirt. You looked down, watching her recently picked at fingers remove layer by filthy layer. You instantly felt a pang of guilt at the sight of her pale, long digits. They looked fresh and not filled scabbed over and knew you were the cause. You sighed again and closed your eyes to avoid seeing the damage you caused.

Before you knew it, you were both under the spray of hot water. The bathroom lights were dimmed, a few candles lit along the windowsill, and Emily had secured a waterproof bandage over your stitched up muscle. Her hands were dotingly massaging your scalp with your favorite peony scented shampoo. Your hands clung tightly to her shapely waist, letting her care for you.

You had missed her physical presence of this last case, as well as the past four others. You missed sharing a hotel room for as many hours as the team could spare before getting up to do it all over again. JJ had offered to share a room while you but you had declined politely each time.

“Y/n?” Emily questioned softly, the inflection sounding like it wasn’t the first time she had quietly called your name. “Sweet girl?” Her fingers so gently lifted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Yes? I’m sorry… I was just…” you let your explanation trail off. She already knew.

“Sit for me?” Her fingers were carding through your clean, wet hair, coaxing you into the present.

“I think I’m done.”

“Y/n, please humor me.”

“Emily, I just want to…”

“Sit.”

The assertive tone in her voice sent a shiver down your spine, your body knowing what it meant. You looked up at her, immediately searching her face for any type of annoyance, and finding none. Knowing it was a 50/50 shot, your subconscious chose defiance as you set your jaw. She raised a greying eyebrow, a silent warning. You knew she always made good on punishments regarding your bratty behavior.

You stifled a huff, never broke eye contact, and slowly took your time sitting down in the tub, which you didn’t realize was now half full of steaming water. You had no idea why you were challenging her over the most minuscule things, especially when she was only trying to help. Trying your wife at this juncture was in no way an intelligent choice. Saying nothing, Emily held your gaze for a few moments more than necessary while standing tall above you then sat behind you, pulling you to her bare chest.

Over the course of ten minutes you sink into her embrace, melting your body into hers, as she gently kisses under your ear and partially down your neck. The kisses aren’t insistent or pushy. They’re soothing and full of affection. Unexpectedly, your eyes start to burn and fill with scorching tears of embarrassment and confusion. She shushes you tenderly as you turn your head to the side, visualizing her out of one blurry eye. She brings a hand up and rests it above a breast, anchoring your body to hers. She kisses along your cheekbone up to the corner of your eye as angry tears finally give way.

“Oh, my sweet love,” Emily murmurs with a quiet devotion.

Emily doesn’t attempt to dispel your tears. She doesn’t downplay or ignore them. She also doesn’t try to rationalize them. You lean your face into the crook of her warm neck as you close your eyes, trying to assuage your emotions. Emily gently runs her free hand over your good arm patiently.

“I don’t know why.” You say softly once your breathing has evened out.

“Why what, love?”

“Why I’m so… so reckless. So stupid. It’s just gotten worse and… thoughtless. Impetuous. That’s not who I am but…” You shake your head roughly, pulling yourself from the mold your body has made against her. She lets you.

“Hmmm…” Emily just hums, leaning her head against the edge of the deep clawfoot tub but keeping eye contact with you.

“I don’t want anything dangerous to happen to me but it almost always does because I’m so… untethered.”

“And why is that, do you think?”

You turn in the tub to face Emily, your legs finding their way around her hips and behind her back. She pulls you into her lap, hands on your waist. The dim flickers of the candle throw dancing shadows across her face. You try not to look to closely at her ever deepening worry lines, some which you know for a fact you have caused. You run a thumb tenderly back and forth along the fine crows feet lines that extend from the corner of her eyes like a burst of sunlight. She smiles, dimples popping, at your loving gesture.

“It hasn’t been the same for a while.”

“Since I’ve become Section Chief?” she ventures.

You think on it for a moment. “Actually, yes.” You looked at her questioningly but she doesn’t elaborate, just studies you carefully. “I know you’re only a phone call away and in most cases you and Garcia are a reliable, steady stream through our ear pieces but…” You pause. “It’s not the same.”

Emily nods encouragingly, her brows furrowing slightly as your thumb slows to a stop. She thinks she knows where you’re going with this because it’s something that she’s keenly aware of on her end.

“I miss your presence,” you continue. “Your physical presence. We used to be paired together so often when you were a field agent… but this is by no means your fault.” You added the last part quickly. “I just feel a bit…”

“Unstable.” Emily finishes the sentence knowingly, chewing on the inside of her cheek and letting her dark eyes drift to the ceiling.

“Mmhmm”, you hum in acquiescence. “I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty or like you caused this because in no means-“ You cup your hands around both cheeks, gently tilting her head down to meet your eyes. “-your fault in the least. I need you to understand that. I feel so silly for acting out subconsciously like a petulant teenager whose frontal lobe isn’t fully formed. At least they have an excuse.”

Emily is silent for a moment, as if she’s not sure she should say what she’s thinking. You don’t push but instead run you thumbs delicately over her high and sharp bone structure. Without realizing it, your eyes have dropped to her lips while you lick yours in anticipation of her voice. She notices right off the bat and smiles sweetly, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you sigh.

“I’ve asked JJ to watch over you more but that doesn’t appeared to have helped much,” Emily finally says.

“And I’ve asked Garcia about you…”

At this you both share a quiet laugh. Everything about this woman is addicting. Her lips, her eyes, her laugh…

“I can’t have you hurting yourself because you miss me though, Y/n. It’s not fair to either of us or the team. Can you honestly say you can get this under control?”

You sigh again, sliding down her body just a touch so you’re able to rest your head on her chest, right under her chin. She extends her neck back a bit, giving you more room to get comfortable. You run your pruned fingers down her strong, lightly muscled arm, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“It’s never on purpose. Like I don’t plan to go into the field and fuck around and find out with an unsub. It’s hard to control my environment and without a doubt count on the rest of the team like I did with you. I never thought I would become this needy, clingy partner. I had always despised and even looked down on it… but feeling your warm skin on mine, your strong heartbeat in my ear…” You take a shaky breath, your eyes starting to burn again. Nothing you’re saying feels like it’s making the least bit of sense. “It is the epitome of everything. You’re everything. I was spoiled to work with you as much as I did and I need to realize it can’t always be like that. I have to-“ You scrunch up your nose. “-share you.”

You feel Emily stifle a small giggle underneath you and rub her own pruned fingers along your spine and over your hips. She was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Employee Health, I suppose but I feel like I would be able to work through it on my own.”

The second the sentence slipped from your mouth your light eyes met her dark ones, assessing and reassessing. “We can try whatever you want to, my love. I’ve been considering making my presence more known in the field as well. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it. And miss you too.”

The two of you relaxed in the expensive bath for a few more minutes before drying off, redressing with Emily checking your injury, and wandered into the bedroom. Once the both of you were settled and cuddling in bed, your head once again on Emily’s chest and your injured shoulder facing the ceiling, your eyes drift slowly closed.

“We still have yet to talk about that little defiant stunt in the bathroom…” Emily’s low voice broke the comfortable silence with a tinge of playfulness.

‘Oh no…’, you thought

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Happy Anniversary Part Four

Paring: Buckyxreader

Warnings: Blood, described hit and run, Bucky's dreams, drinking, drunkreader, breaking and entering??, Bucky's POV, angst, I think that's it??

Word Count: 1.4k

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Bucky

I struggled to fall asleep, nightmares plaguing my thoughts. Some were about her, the tears, the car. Others were about what I’d done, the damage I had already caused to so many other lives, so many other victims. So much blood on my hands.

She wasn’t there to soothe me, wasn’t there to brush my sweat dampand hair out of my face, wasn’t there to wipe the tears from my face.

Steve had been gracious enough to let me stay the night on his couch. He was a good friend, always had been. I never once slept on the couch, and I lay on the floor, chest heaving, blanket tossed to the side. I was restless, knowing that she was hurting, either the same or just as much as I was.

I had shoved Sharon off, shoved her hard enough she hit the wall behind her. But Y/n had already left. Natasha had informed me. Natasha was an angel, always had been when it came to Y/n and I.

I sat on the floor, sweat drenched. The last nightmare had been the worst. Y/n in front of that car, just like she was before I knocked the car out of the way. Only in my dream, I hadn’t reached her in time. The car had smashed into her body just as she had turned to look at me with her tear stricken face.

I watched in horror, screaming as her body was flung over the top of the car, then rolling off the back and smacking into the ground. The car had sped off, and I ran over to her lifeless body. I cradled her in my arms, sobbing, crying. Mourning over her loss.

Her temple bleeding, her body slack with dead weight. Unresponsive. Blood had left the torn skin on her stomach, soaking into the white of the silk fabric of the dress. The dress she’d looked so beautiful in. Her blood soaked into my hands.

I sat on the floor sobbing. I wished she was there, only she wasn’t. She was alone in our apartment, while I was alone on the floor in Steve’s apartment. I sat up and sobbed quietly for a few minutes before getting off the floor, and dressing quietly, quickly.

I may have lost her heart, but even then she deserves an explanation. Even if she didn’t want me anymore, she deserves something. I checked the time. 2:00 am. It would’ve been officially four years today. I slipped on my boots quietly, then made my way outside of Steve’s apartment and made my way across Brooklyn, to the apartment I shared with Y/n.

I almost lost her tonight.

That dream replayed in my head. It was the only thing I could think of. I might not be able to call her mine, might not be able to slip that ring on her finger and make love to her on our wedding night. Show her my appreciation, show her how much I loved her. I might not be able to watch her grow old with me, might not get to give her the life she always wanted, the one we craved together. I knew that. It broke my heart knowing that.

She deserved an explanation, if I couldn’t give her everything else fine, but I could at least give her that.

I knocked on the door to our apartment. Yes, I had a key, but I’d rather she let me in. I waited for a few minutes, before knocking again. A few minutes, and still no answer.

I debated with myself for a long minute before grabbing my key and unlocking the door, stepping inside and closing it softly behind me. I saw the suitcases by the door, my suitcases. I sighed, my heart shattering again. Focus.

I made my way to our bedroom, finding it empty, so I made my way around the apartment. I finally found her slumped against the kitchen cabinets beneath the sink. Dried blood on her arms and cheeks, glass shattered, and the whiskey bottle I’d bought a couple days ago, three quarters of the way empty on the counter. Her white silk dress stained with whiskey and that crimson blood. The blood not nearly as prominent as the whiskey.

I quickly made my way to her side, on my knees in front of her. I pressed my flesh fingers to her throat. She had a pulse, I held my fingers up to her nose, feeling for breath. My other hand followed the cuts on her skin. They were shallow, nothing major. Her breathing was steady. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding.

I glanced around, seeing the shattered whiskey glass on the floor, and the glass remains in the sink and on the counter.

I glanced back at her, frowning. “Babydoll,” I scooped her into my arms, and carried her bridal style into the bathroom. I sat her down on the counter, then grabbed some tweezers and slowly pulled out the glass bits that had lodged into her skin. Then cleaning the cuts and bandaging them. A soft groan left her lips when I picked her up again.

“Bucky?” My name was slurred on her lips when she spoke.

“Shh, babydoll.” I said softly, carrying her into the bedroom. “Had a lot to drink tonight, love.”

Her head lolled and dropped into the crook of my neck. A sad smile on my lips, and I knew I shouldn’t be happy with this. She was drunk, that was the only reason why she let me hold her like this.

“You smell good, darling.” She drunkenly murmured.

“Thanks baby.” I said, flipping the covers on the bed back and laying her into them. “Get some rest.”

She hummed in response, her hand reaching out for me when I began to pull away. “Stay.” She mumbled.

“I can’t babydoll.” I muttered. I refused to get into the bed with her when she was supposed to be angry with me, and now she’s drunk. That’s the only reason she wanted me with her.

“Stay.” She pleaded again.

“I’ll be in the living room babydoll.” I said, and I would stay in the living room.

“No, stay here.” She drunkenly argued.

“Baby, you're drunk. Get some sleep.” I said, pulling her hand from mine and gently placing it by the rest of her body. “You’re supposed to be mad at me, remember.” I said, a soft, sad smile on my face.

“M’not mad anymore.” She muttered. “Just stay, please.”

I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t win. “If I stay, will you go to bed?” She nodded.

I licked my lips, debating with myself internally. Granted she never drank as much as she did tonight, and it was likely she wouldn’t remember this in the morning, but I knew she wasn’t what she wanted, not really. Yet, they do say the truth does tend to interfere when you’re drunk.

I settled for simply sitting at the foot of the bed. That seemed to work, because she fell asleep a few minutes later. I stood and silently made my way to the kitchen. I cleaned the glass from the counter, sink, and floor. Then the spilled whiskey, and then wiped it all down with a wet rag. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, sipping it as I leaned against the counter.

When the sun began to rise, and the rest of the whiskey had been finished, I tossed the bottle and grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Then I made my way to the bathroom medicine cabinet and grabbed two pain pills. I knew she’d have a bone splitting headache when she woke up.

I quietly made my way back into the room, she was still asleep, and the glass of water and the pills on the nightstand, reached into the drawer for her notepad that she’d always kept there, and snatched a pen from the mug Sam had gifted her last christmas.

I scribbled a note onto the notepad, and then turned to leave the room. I hesitated at the doorway, looking back and taking one last look at her.

Her hair was a mess, tangled and strewn all over the bed. Her lips open with drool spilling down her cheek, dark circles underneath her eyes even as she sleeps. Her brow slightly furrowed, evidence of her dreams. Her fingers twitched, her skin covered in bandaids. And even with how vulnerable she was at this moment, she was still just as beautiful as the day I’d first laid eyes on her.

With a soft smile on my lips, I turned and closed the door behind me, and went and sat on the couch in our living room, and finally fell asleep.

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Diluc Ragnvindr x F!Reader (Angst)

Hello my lovelies! This was a requested story by the wonderful @sailorstar9! I hope this story met your expectations! I’m excited for you to read! And as always, enjoy~

In the serene city of Mondstadt, Diluc Ragnvindr, the brooding and enigmatic owner of the Dawn Winery, found himself drowning in a sea of emotions he had never anticipated. As a man who prided himself on his composure and control, Diluc was unprepared for the torrent of regret that surged within him when he received a wedding invitation that would change everything.

It was on a day like any other when the letter arrived. The crimson seal bore the insignia of the Kamisato Clan, one of Inazuma’s most prestigious families. Diluc opened it with little interest, expecting another political correspondence. But as he read the elegantly penned words, his heart stopped.

“Dear Master Diluc Ragnvindr…”It began

“You are cordially invited to the wedding of Lady Y/N of the noble Takahashi Clan and Lord Ayato Kamisato, Head of the Yashiro Commission. The ceremony will be held…”

Your name stood out, vivid and unyielding against the parchment. Memories flooded back, unbidden and relentless. The times you had spent together, the laughter you shared, the silent promises that had been left unspoken. But one thing really caught his eye…your surname. You were from the Takahashi Clan, one of the oldest and noblest families in Inazuma. His eyes widened a bit as he realized how important you were to basically all of Teyvat. After all this time…how had he not known? How had he not connected the dots together?

Diluc's hands trembled slightly as he set the letter down. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in years. It was as if the mere sight of your name had reignited a flame he had long thought extinguished. A flame that burned with the searing pain of lost opportunities and choices made in haste.

Memories of your time together flooded his mind. The secret meetings in the Whispering Woods, the shared dreams, and the whispered confessions of love under the moonlit skies of Mondstadt. He remembered the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you planned your little escapades, the stolen kisses beneath the stars, and the way you fit perfectly in his arms as if you were made for each other. He had been young and idealistic, believing that love alone could conquer all obstacles. But fate had other plans.

Years ago, Diluc had been an aspiring knight in the Knights of Favonius, driven by a sense of justice and duty. It was during this time that he met you, an Inazuman woman sent to Mondstadt on diplomatic matters. Despite your different backgrounds, you were drawn to each other, finding comfort in the other's presence.

-Flashback-

"I never thought I'd find someone like you," Diluc had confessed one night, his voice barely above a whisper as you lay together on the grass, staring up at the endless sky. "I never thought I’d find happiness again."

You had smiled, your fingers intertwining with his. "Oh Diluc. I feel the same way. My whole life… all I’ve ever known was duty and expectation." You began.

Diluc turned to face you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "With you, I feel like I can finally be myself. You make everything seem possible."

You sighed, feeling the weight of unspoken words. "And you make me feel seen, Diluc. You see me for who I truly am, not just what I represent."

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. "We’ll face whatever comes together. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you whispered, "Promise me, no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other."

"I promise," he murmured, sealing his vow with a tender kiss under the endless sky.

-end of flashback-

You two were inseparable…you had bonded over shared ideals and dreams of a better world. Diluc admired your strength and grace, while you were captivated by his unwavering determination and fiery spirit. Your love had blossomed in secret, hidden from the prying eyes of society and the rigid expectations of your respective families.

But as time passed, another presence entered Diluc’s life – Jean Gunnhildr. She was strong, compassionate, and dedicated to the Knights of Favonius. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Diluc found himself drawn to her. Jean was a kindred spirit, someone who understood his burdens and shared his sense of duty. They spent more time together, and what began as a deep friendship gradually blossomed into something more.

One evening, as the sun set over Mondstadt, Diluc asked to meet you at your favorite spot in the Whispering Woods. The air was thick with unspoken words as you arrived, sensing the gravity of what was to come.

-flashback-

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” Diluc began, his voice heavy with emotion. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Jean... Jean and I have grown close. I’ve found myself falling for her.”

You stood there, feeling the ground shift beneath your feet. The man you had loved, the man you had dreamt of a future with, was choosing someone else. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep your composure. Your heart ached, each beat a painful reminder of the love you were about to lose.

“I understand, Diluc,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “If she makes you happy, then you should be with her.”

Diluc’s eyes were filled with anguish as he reached out to touch your hand. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. You’ve been everything to me.”

You pulled your hand away gently, the pain too much to bear. “I know, Diluc. But sometimes, love isn’t enough. I just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

The silence between you was deafening, filled with unspoken words and shattered dreams. You took a step back, feeling your world crumble around you. "I always thought we’d have forever," you whispered, barely audible.

Diluc’s expression twisted with regret. "I did too," he replied, his voice breaking. "But things change, and I can’t ignore what I feel for Jean. It’s not fair to either of us."

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. "I hope she makes you happy, Diluc. Truly."

As you turned to leave, the weight of your shared memories bore down on you. Diluc watched you go, feeling a piece of his heart break with every step you took. He wanted to run after you, to take back his words, but he knew it was too late. The choice had been made, and the path ahead was set.

As you walked away, you felt an overwhelming sense of loss, as if the future you had envisioned was slipping through your fingers. You remembered the nights spent in each other's arms, whispering dreams of a life together, and now those dreams were nothing but ashes.

Diluc stood rooted to the spot, his heart shattered. He watched you disappear into the distance, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The love he had taken for granted was now gone, leaving him with a hollow ache that would never fade..

In that moment, both of you understood the true cruelty of love: sometimes, even when you give it your all, it still isn't enough. And that realization left a scar that neither time nor distance could ever heal.

-end of flashback-

Now, as Diluc stared at your name on the invitation, he realized the depth of his mistake. Diluc had married Jean Gunnhildr, the acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, in a union born out of mutual respect and a desire to protect Mondstadt. Jean was a remarkable woman, strong and compassionate, but his heart had never fully belonged to her. He had convinced himself that their marriage was the right choice, but as time passed, he felt the emptiness grow within him.

His marriage with Jean had become a hollow shell, devoid of the love that once seemed so promising. The warmth and passion that once filled their days were replaced by cold silence and unspoken resentments. He missed you, the warmth of your smile, the comfort of your presence.

He would wake up in the middle of the night, haunted by memories of you. The laughter you shared, the warmth of your embrace, and the love that once seemed unbreakable. He missed you with an intensity that left him feeling hollow. His interactions with Jean became strained, and the love that had once seemed possible faded into a distant dream.

Diluc often found himself in the vineyards, staring out into the horizon, wondering what might have been. He knew that Jean sensed his distance, but she never confronted him about it. She was too kind, too understanding, and that only made his guilt worse. He wanted to love her the way she deserved, but his heart refused to let go of you.

Now, as he thought about you marrying Ayato, Diluc realized the depth of his mistake. Because of his choice, he had lost the one person who had truly understood him. The thought of you being with someone else, someone who could offer you the status and respect you deserved, was unbearable.

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The days that followed were a blur for Diluc. He moved through his routines mechanically, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He knew he couldn’t change the past, but the idea of letting you go without a fight seemed impossible to bear. Driven by a newfound determination, he made a decision that would alter the course of his life.

Diluc resolved to attend your wedding in Inazuma. He had to see you one last time, to express his feelings and perhaps find closure. It was a reckless plan, but he was willing to risk everything for a chance to make things right.

The journey to Inazuma was long and fraught with danger, but Diluc pressed on, fueled by his desire to see you. When he finally arrived, the sight of the Kamisato estate took his breath away. It was a grand and imposing structure, befitting a clan of such high standing.

Diluc felt out of place among the noble guests, but he was determined not to let anything deter him. He scanned the crowd, searching for a glimpse of you. When he finally spotted you, his heart skipped a beat. You looked ethereal in your wedding attire, your beauty even more captivating than he remembered. The soft, flowing fabric of your gown shimmered in the sunlight, cascading around you like a waterfall of stars. The intricate lace detailing highlighted your graceful form, while the delicate embroidery of silver and gold threads told a story of elegance and nobility.

Your hair was styled in a way that accentuated the natural beauty of your features, adorned with delicate blossoms that seemed to bloom just for you. The soft waves framed your face, drawing attention to your eyes, which sparkled with a mixture of joy and a hint of sadness.

As you moved, there was grace and poise in every step, a silent testament to your strength and dignity. The veil that cascaded down your back added an almost otherworldly quality to your presence, like an angel walking among mortals.

Diluc felt a lump form in his throat, his chest tightening as he saw you. You were a vision of perfection, standing at the altar with Ayato, a man who could match your lineage and nobility. The sight of you, so breathtakingly beautiful, was a stark contrast to the pain and regret that churned within him.

As he approached you, memories of your time together flashed through his mind. The way you had laughed at his jokes, the way you had comforted him in his darkest moments. All the things he had taken for granted now seemed like precious treasures lost to time.

You turned, and your eyes met his. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The guests, the music, the festivities – everything faded into the background as you stared at each other. Diluc could see the surprise and confusion in your eyes, mixed with something else – a flicker of the love you had once shared.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

”Diluc…” You spoke, his name rolling beautifully off of your tongue. Diluc felt his heart race as he finally heard you in what seemed to be forever.

”You…you actually came…” You continued, making him smile a bit

“I had to see you.”

You looked at him, your expression unreadable. He went up and grabbed your hands, pulling you into him.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he admitted. “I know it’s selfish, but I had to tell you how I feel. I’ve regretted letting you go every single day. I should have fought for us, for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head. “Diluc, it’s too late. I’m marrying Ayato. He’s a good man, and he loves me…and I love him.”

His smile slowly faded away as he heard you say those words.

“I know,” Diluc said, his heart aching. “And I’m happy for you. But I needed you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you. If there’s even the slightest chance that you feel the same, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”

You closed your eyes, tears streaming down your face. “Why now, Diluc? Why did you wait until now to tell me this?”

“Because I was a fool,” he said. “I thought I was doing the right thing, choosing Jean… But I was wrong. I see that now.”

You were torn, your heart pulling you in two directions. You had loved Diluc deeply, but your life had taken a different path. Ayato was kind and honorable, and he had won your respect and affection. But the sight of Diluc, baring his soul to you, rekindled old feelings you had tried to bury.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered, looking at Diluc with a mixture of longing and sorrow.

“Follow your heart,” Diluc said softly. “Whatever you choose, I will respect it. I just needed you to know how I feel.”

You nodded, quickly letting go of his hands and moving back to your beloved, Ayato. You wiped the tears away to hide them from him.

*****

As the ceremony proceeded, Diluc’s mind was in turmoil. He knew he had no right to interfere, but the thought of losing you forever was almost unbearable. He could see the love in Ayato’s eyes, and he knew that Ayato would take good care of you. But that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear.

When the officiant asked if anyone had any objections, Diluc felt a lump in his throat. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the words bubbling up inside him, desperate to escape. He wanted to speak up, to declare his love for you in front of everyone, to tell you that he still loved you, that he had made a terrible mistake.

Once again, his mind raced with images of the past, the moments of joy and love that you had shared, the nights under the stars when everything seemed possible. The idea of losing you forever, of watching you pledge yourself to another, was almost too much to bear. His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension.

But as he looked at you, radiant and ethereal, standing beside Ayato, he knew he couldn’t do it. He saw the happiness in your eyes, the love that shone so clearly as you looked at your soon-to-be husband. It was a happiness he couldn’t bear to take away from you, no matter how much it tore him apart inside.

Diluc remained silent, his heart aching with unspoken words. It was not his place to disrupt your happiness. He had made his choices, and now he had to live with them. The path you had chosen was one of love and nobility, a path that would bring you the honor and status your lineage deserved.

As the officiant continued, Diluc felt the weight of his regret press down on him, a heavy burden he would carry for the rest of his life. The ceremony proceeded, each word like a nail driving into his heart. He watched as you exchanged vows with Ayato, your voices filled with love and promise.

In that moment, Diluc understood the true meaning of sacrifice. To love someone meant wanting their happiness above all else, even if it meant letting go. He had to let you go, to allow you the chance to find the joy and fulfillment that he could no longer give you.

As the ceremony concluded and you were pronounced husband and wife, Diluc’s heart shattered. The applause and cheers of the guests felt distant, like echoes in a vast, empty space. He forced himself to smile, to clap along with the rest, but inside, he felt hollow.

You were no longer his to hold, to cherish, to love. The future you had once dreamed of together was now a bittersweet memory, a reminder of what could have been. And as you walked down the aisle with Ayato, Diluc whispered a silent goodbye to the love he had lost, and to the woman who would always hold a piece of his heart.

After the ceremony, Diluc found himself alone in the gardens of the Kamisato estate. He needed some time to gather his thoughts, to come to terms with the fact that he had lost you forever.

“Diluc,” a voice called out softly.

He turned to see you standing there, your wedding dress flowing in the breeze. You looked at him with a small, sad smile, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” you said, your voice trembling.

Diluc nodded, his heart heavy. “I’m sorry for everything, Y/N. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his hand. The warmth of your touch was a bittersweet reminder of what you had once shared. “I’ll always cherish the memories we shared, Diluc. You were my first love, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.”

He squeezed your hand, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. “And you’ll always be in mine.”

The silence that followed was filled with the echoes of your past, the laughter and the dreams that had once been so vibrant. Now, they were shadows, lingering on the edges of your hearts. Diluc looked into your eyes, seeing the love that still lingered there, even as it was overshadowed by the new life you were about to begin.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Diluc murmured, his voice choked with emotion. “Every choice I made, I thought I was doing the right thing. But I realize now, I was just a fool.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “We were both young, Diluc. We did what we thought was best. Life took us down different paths, but that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real.”

“I’ve missed you every single day,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I thought I could move on, but seeing you now, I know I never really did.”

You gave him a sad smile, your heart aching with the shared sorrow. “I’ve missed you too. There were so many times I wished things had been different. But we can’t change the past.”

Diluc’s hand trembled as he held yours. “Do you ever think about what might have been? If I had chosen differently, if we had fought harder for each other?”

“Every day,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “But I’ve also learned to find peace in what is. Ayato... he’s a good man. He loves me, and I’ve grown to love him too. But you, Diluc... you were my first love. That will never change.”

He closed his eyes, the pain of lost possibilities weighing heavily on him. “I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you.”

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek. “He does. And I hope you find your happiness again soon. You have so many opportunities ahead of you, Diluc. Don’t let it go to waste.”

With a final, lingering glance, you both knew this was the end of your story together. You stepped back, your hand slipping from his grasp, leaving behind a warmth that would fade but never be forgotten. As you walked away, joining Ayato, Diluc felt a part of his heart go with you.

Watching you leave, he whispered a silent farewell to the love of his life. The future you had dreamed of was gone, replaced by a reality that was both beautiful and heartbreaking. As you walked down the aisle with Ayato, hand in hand, Diluc knew he would carry the memory of you with him always, a reminder of the love that had changed his life forever.

Diluc returned to Mondstadt with a heavy heart, but also with a sense of peace. He had faced his past and confronted his regrets. Though he had lost you, he had found the courage to speak his truth. And in that moment, he knew that he would carry the memory of your love with him always, a flicker of warmth in the depths of his soul.

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[eggluverz]

TASTE OF THE UNIVERSE

PAIRING. jing yuan x gn!reader

WORD COUNT. 1,600

GENRE. fluff, pure fluff

SUMMARY. in which jing yuan occasionally gets tired of being general and you are there to cheer him up. but what exactly are you to him? jing yuan thinks you’re more important to him than you probably know. 

NOTE. brain empty jing yuan thoughts only _(:3」z)_ if anyone else has jing yuan thoughts feel free to share my ask box is open <3 in the meantime, pls enjoy !! xx

Jing Yuan joined the Cloud Knights to escape a life of boredom that was bound to await him if he followed his parents’ wishes and joined the Realm-Keeping Commission. And while he believed he ultimately made the right decision for his life, there were parts of being leader of the Cloud Knights that didn’t align with the future he had always dreamed of when he was a child. 

Some days, especially those days filled with stacks upon stacks of papers, Jing Yuan wished he could ignore his duties and explore the galaxies. Though, he reckoned everyone with any sort of career must have felt that longing before. Longing for a different life, different experiences, more time to explore. 

Such was human nature, after all. 

At least during those times that being a Cloud Knight general felt overbearing, Jing Yuan had you to alleviate the feeling. 

His relationship with you was nothing more than a friendship if you based it solely on labels. That is to say, neither you nor Jing Yuan have called each other anything but a friend. However, it’d be a lie for him to say he had never felt the implications of anything more with you. 

You were just friends, yet he gravitated towards you when he craved someone’s warmth and solace. 

You were just friends, yet you insisted on getting dinner with him whenever you could after work, no matter how late his nights were. 

You were just friends, yet Jing Yuan found himself wishing it was something more. 

With that wistful thought, he pulled out his communication device and opened his messages with you. To his delight, he found an unread message from you only half an hour ago. 

Y/N: Hey! :) How’s your day going? If you’re not too busy today, do you want to have dinner with me again? 

His eyes lit up at the invitation. He had piles of paperwork to get through, and Luofu’s duties were ones he would never neglect so long as he was the Arbiter-General of the Cloud Knights. But leaving some of the matters with less urgency to be dealt with tomorrow in order to make it to dinner with you was something he could accept. Not so much neglecting as it was prioritizing, he called it. Or work-life balance, as you had told him.

Jing Yuan: Good afternoon, Y/N. My day is good. Better, now that I saw your message. And yours?

Jing Yuan: As for dinner, perhaps we can go to my place today? I can have the chef prepare your favorite foods if you wish. 

He let out a soft sigh he’s been holding in. While it was common for the two of you to see each other, having dinner in a more private, intimate space wasn’t something regularly on the agenda. But if Jing Yuan wanted to get to know you on an even deeper level, he reckoned dinner at home would be a good step. 

Y/N: My day is also good! 

Y/N: I’d love to have dinner at your place. But maybe we can give your cook a break tonight :)

Y/N: I visited Belobog for my last vacation and learned how to make Snapper Jam during my time there. Since you’re too busy to visit yourself, maybe I can make it for you! You can have a little taste of another planet. 

Y/N: Though… I won’t have the ingredients from Jarilo-VI, but we can make substitutions accordingly! 

Jing Yuan chuckled to himself. Of course it’d be rather difficult to make authentic Belobogian cuisine without the exact ingredients, but he trusted your imitation would still be delightful to the taste. 

Besides, it was the thought that counted most and the fact that you wanted to share a part of the galaxy you experienced with him meant more than the quality of the meal. 

Jing Yuan: Hahaha, I’d be delighted to taste your cooking. Let me know what ingredients you need. I’ll have someone gather them before you arrive. 

Y/N: Okay! I’ll send a list soon. 

Y/N: I’ll see you in a few hours! :)

Jing Yuan: I’ll be counting down the seconds! 

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You weren’t one to be particularly bashful around Jing Yuan. Perhaps in the beginning when you only knew him as general of the Cloud Knights. But the more you got to know him, the less hesitancy you felt in opening up. Now, you would consider him one of your closest friends. 

A close friend who occasionally gave you butterflies and heart palpitations, naturally. 

And tonight happened to be one of those occasions. 

You haven’t been alone in Jing Yuan’s home before— Or rather, Jing Yuan’s palace is a term more befitting. Despite the vastness of his living quarters, there was an air of intimacy still present in the room. 

Jing Yuan watched as you cooked a meal for him in his kitchen, asking if he could help in some way even though you knew that man had not had to cook for himself a day in his life. You asked him to prepare some vegetables as the sides while you worked on the main dish. 

When the two of you finished, you had a smile on your face. One the Jing Yuan matched. He placed your plates on the dining table, making sure the two of you were seated side-by-side. You poured a glass of wine for him before filling up your own cup. 

“Cheers to this delicious meal made by the lovely Y/N,” said Jing Yuan with a grin, ready to toast. 

You clinked your glass against his, not breaking eye contact as you had your first sip. “With the help of the even lovelier Jing Yuan, of course.” 

“Naturally.” He smirked. His tone changed into that of a more serious one as he took a bite of the Snapper Jam. “I don’t know if I expressed it well, but I truly am grateful that you did this for me. It’s almost like I’m in Belobog myself.” 

You laughed off his compliment, knowing your dish tasted almost nothing like its Belobogian counterpart. But there was only so much you could do without the authentic ingredients. You hoped you were able to do it some justice— Enough to make it enjoyable for Jing Yuan at least. “Well, if you can’t travel the universe yet, I can at least try to bring the universe to you.” 

“You already have,” he said, “even without the food.”

Placing another bite of fish in your mouth you raised your brow in question. “How so?” 

“You’re here with me aren’t you?”

It dawned on you that he was flirting with you. In the cheesiest most poetic way possible.

A giggle escaped your lips as the realization set in. “General Jing Yuan,” you said teasingly, “if you’re not more careful with your words, I’ll start thinking you’re hitting on me.” You paused. “Unless, that is the intended implication.” 

“And if it is?” In contrast to his usually impeccable table matters, he rested his elbow on the table and propped his head on his palm, staring up at you with hooded lids. An almost cocky smile spread across his face, but his eyes shined bright and hopeful. 

“I can’t say I’d be opposed,” you said, pretending to be nonchalant about the entire thing. That didn’t last for long before you burst out into a smile, almost bouncing in your seat. “In fact, I’d be rather ecstatic if that were the case. Almost happy enough to kiss you.” 

Jing Yuan instantly straightened up at that, no longer lazily leaned over the dining table with that cool composure of his. He craned his neck sideways, examining you with his intense stare. 

“How do we get you even happier then?” he asked, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. “Would confirming I am flirting with you be enough to suffice?” 

You nodded, taking another sip of wine to quench your suddenly dry throat. 

“I do like you,” he said sincerely, turning in his dining chair so that he was facing you directly. “And while it may be too soon to truly say you are my universe, I have no doubts it will get to that point, if you’ll only allow it.” 

“I like you, as well,” you admitted, placing your hand on his cheek and leaning forward for a kiss. Jing Yuan’s eyes never left yours even as he reached out to cup your jaw. “And you’re well on your way to being my universe, too.”

He let out a low chuckle, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. “Then… What are we waiting for?”  

You replied simply by tilting your chin up and meeting his mouth with yours. His lips felt warm and inviting and you instantly hoped there would be more of this to come. The half-eaten food sat almost forgotten on the table, but you had more pressing matters to attend to. 

For now, all you could focus on was Jing Yuan’s lips moving against yours, his hand making its way down to the small of your back, his knee brushing against your upper thigh. 

Him, him, him.

The thoughts were all-consuming as you melted into the kiss. You wanted nothing more than to enjoy this moment with him. And you knew he felt the same. 

Slowly, you pulled away as he rested his forehead gently against yours. His golden eyes burned deep into your own and you found yourself unable to look away. 

“Wow.” Jing Yuan smiled as he licked his reddened lips. “The universe sure tastes wonderful.”

[steddieasitgoes]

“Babe! It’s about to start,” Steve calls from his spot on their couch.

Their living room has been taken over by the Party, but unlike twenty years ago when they all would have fit crowded but comfortable in the space, they’re like a can of sardines now. Bodies on top of bodies. Some share dining room chairs, others sprawled out on the floor so they don’t block the TV.

It’s rare they’re all together like this now, just the original Hawkins gang, no kids, no outside significant others, just them.

It needed to be like that.

At least for this.

“Thirty years ago, a small town in Indiana was plagued with a series of misfortune tracing back to government mishandling. Or so the residents were told. While many in the town believed the government story, others became skeptical.

“For the first time ever, we’re talking with a group of citizens who claim to be intimately involved in the events that really happened in a once quiet Indiana town. Stay tuned for a special showing of The Truth Revealed: Hawkins Turned Inside Out.”

“Oh, they were so close,” Dustin chuckles.

“Dammit, Eds! Where are you?” Steve calls again, throwing his body over the open couch cushion as Max tries to claim it.

“The show is starting and he’s not here, so it’s mine now,” she says, pulling on Steve’s arms to get him to move.

“You have Lucas’s lap to sit on!”

“And Eddie has your lap to sit on. Now move!”

Steve’s about to give in when Eddie comes racing down the hallway. The sudden absence of his thunderous footsteps is the only warning sign before he throws himself over the back of the couch and crashes down on Steve’s back as if he’s still a twentysomething year old and not a fiftysomething year old.”

“Seriously, Eds?” Steve groans under the weight of Eddie.

“Aw, baby,” Eddie croons. “Thought you loved being under me.”

The room erupts into a chorus of mock gagging and outrage. It brings Steve right back to the summer of 1986, when he and Eddie’s relationship was new and shocked the kids. They couldn’t even peck each other on the cheek without one of them wanting to gouge their eyes out. In a fun way, of course.

“We still got it,” Eddie laughs, leaning forward to free Steve.

“You guys are disgusting,” Robin laughs from the chair she’s currently sharing with Robin. Bodies pressed so close together they’re practically intertwined. She’s one to talk.

“What are you wearing, babe?” Steve asks, glancing over at Eddie for the first time since he made his dramatic entrance.

Eddie beams. His cheek dimples so big and deep, Steve’s pretty sure he could bury his entire pinky nail into them.

“Thought I’d dress for the occasion,” he shrugs. “What do you think?”

Steve blinks, really taking in Eddie. He’s wearing an old Hellfire Shirt. It’s not the same one he wore during Spring Break 1986 — that one went stayed behind in the Winnebago — but it’s the same design. A leftover from the hoard of shirts Eddie made for his club all those years ago.

It’s a snug fit. The logo stretched taunt across Eddie’s well-loved belly. The bottom of the shirt barely covers his navel, rolling up at the hem. The sleeves still fit though. Nothing’s changed too much about Eddie’s arms, aside from new ink to cover some of the scars.

Eddie’s left no detail unturned. From the black jeans that aren’t as baggy as they used to be, to the chain and bandana in his back pocket. He’s even got his old rings on. The only detail out of line is the missing skull ring he used to wear on his left ring finger. A black band with a gold stripe through it sits there instead.

“You should have told us you were dressing up,” Dustin wines.

“Yeah! I would have found dug mine out of storage,” Mike adds.

“If I told you it wouldn’t have been a surprise!” Eddie smiles, tipping his head back in that satisfied way of his.

“And now it’s time to learn what really happened in Hawkins, Indiana in the 1980s,” the announcer says.

Her booming voice is met with a chorus of shushing and chants to turn it up, all of which are listened to as they settle in to watch themselves reveal what really happened all those years ago.

Of course, it doesn’t stay silent for long as they all chime in with comments, laughter, and even some tears. They may be thirty years removed from the events, but the wounds are still fresh for most of them.

On the final commercial break, Erica checks in with social media on her phone. Shaking her head and mumbling curses under her breath.

“They don’t believe us,” she fumes, typing violently on her phone. “Those idiots. It’s just the facts!”

“We knew we weren’t going to convince everyone,” Lucas says, trying to placate her.

“It was never about them,” El nods. “It was about telling our truth. So we do not have to lie anymore.”

“I know,” Erica groans. “But it’s still annoying. They’re still going to think we’re freaks.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Eddie says.  

They all nod in agreement as the final segment of the show begins. It’s quiet as they watch the final minutes of their own interviews play out on television. They all get asked the same question:

“If you could go back and relive those years without any of these events happening, would you?”

To no one surprise, they all answer no.

But it’s Steve’s answer that gets everyone choked up.

Especially Eddie.

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without the shit we went through. I never would have met my platonic soulmate. Or the love of my life. And I would probably be stuck in a miserable cookie-cutter family, instead of the found family I have because of those events. I’d take a thousand more hits to the head or bites to my chest if I had too to keep them around.

“Besides, being normal is overrated. Being a freak is so much better,” on-TV Steve says, winking directly into the camera.

Eddie leaps at Steve, smothering him with over-the-top kisses until the kids are groaning and gauging so loud it drowns out any of the trauma that the documentary might have brought back up.

“I’m changing my answer,” Dustin groans. “I’d go back and make sure you two stayed mortal enemies!”

“Too late, Henderson,” Steve sings. “You already said you wouldn’t go back. It’s immortalized on TV!”