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Unusual fights lead to usual love



Lashing out at your sweet boyfriend wasnât how you planned your evening but donât worryâheâll make it up to you because he canât stand seeing your tears.
Starring: Jay x fem!reader [established relationship]
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You clicked on the contact of your boyfriend. The picture of his profile made you feel a little better before the annoyance and anger started to bubble inside you again.
Why does he have to be so cute?
It truly irked you.
Your eyes skimmed your chat with him. Or more like the messages you sent to him today.
[10:43 am]
< Good morningggg âïž >
< have a fun shooting today my love!! â€ïž >
[3:56 pm]
< Iâm making dinner for us, so donât eat with the boys after work ok? >
< feeling really shitty today but I wanted to make you something â€ïž >
< so that youâll be energised to give me lots and lots of love and cuddles when you come home hihi >
< Need it so badly jjongie đ„șđ >
[5:00 pm]
< come home safely >
< love you sooooïżŒ much â€ïžâ€ïž >
[7:34 pm]
< Babe? >
< Arenât you coming home today early? You promised me youâd finish by 5 :( >
[10:01 pm]
< r u staying at the dorms again tonight? Pls lmk Iâm worried. >
Thatâs the last message you sent to your boyfriend after deciding that youâre not worried anymore and that he can look out for himself.
You sighed - you even called him a few times and you were confused on what to feel.
Usually, when he had a shooting he could spare some time to contact you but today he didnât.
Also lately, Jay had been acting strangely as his messages during work got less and less. He even started to sleep in his dorms because âit was easier for his manager to pick them up all together from the same place to go to work the next morningâ.
Since you agreed with him it shouldnât bother you but still, it made you feel weird that he would rather stay there than at his home with you. He didnât know that you knew, but two of his fellow members were staying at their own home - that is what their respective girlfriends told you.
Maybe he found some- before you could even finish the thought you quickly shook your head.
Enough with these thoughts. Work had been hectic lately. And he probably forgot his promise to come early to your shared home.
But it was still weird he didnât text or call you on a shooting day. Meetings or maybe practices you could understand - it could be difficult to find a moment to be on the phone. But itâs Jay - he would find a way for you. Usually.
Hmph.
I donât care anymore. Heâs so mean. Every man on this planet informs his woman except for mine. What an idiot.
Thatâs what you thought until you heard the familiar beeping of your digital door lock.
You hastily stood up from the couch, almost slipping out of your house shoes. Before Jay could push the door you already teared it open, startling your boyfriend in the process.
âOh, hi. You still up?â
âOh, hi?â - seriously ?! Thatâs the first thing he said after you were worried so much??
And thatâs all it took for you to loose your mind.
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd be home so late?!â you said with furrowed eyebrows. Irritation was shown all over your face.
Well, you didnât actually mean to sound that harsh but you couldnât help it!
Today just wasnât a good day.
You werenât feeling well the whole day. You had just gotten your period and the pain was unbearable. Your hormones were on a rollercoaster, you cried at the tiniest inconvenience and now, apparently, also couldnât hold back your anger towards your boyfriend.
You waited for him the whole time. After all, you wanted him to give you some comfort and cuddles but ugh! He had the nerve to come home so late!
You felt aggravated that he couldnât even inform you.
He stepped into the house, shoving you gently to the side: âIâm sorry, baby. But you know how it is when practice runs late,â he calmly explained as he took of his shoes and jacket.
To be honest, Jay tried his best to keep his cool since he was extremely exhausted and just wanted to sleep, not expecting you to shout at him as soon as he entered your home.
All he wanted was to take a shower and relax with you.
His answer exasperated you, âpractice?? You told me you had a shooting today,â you frowned angrily.
âBaby⊠I had a long day, alright? We had a shooting and practice,â and fucking vocal lessons and recordings and some bullshit meeting, he continued in his head. The exhaustion from todays schedule clouded his mind.
He rolled his neck, his gaze falling on the ground as he tried not to fall asleep on the spot.
âOh wow! Good to know that I didnât have any fucking clue where my boyfriend was today!â You attacked right back venomously.
âI just wish youâd be a considerate boyfriend who notifies his girlfriend for once!â You added as you spiralled in your anger, slowly but surely aggravating Jayâs patience.
Jay looked up from the ground with dark hooded eyes. With confusion written all over his face, he tried to calm you down: âI said Iâm sorry, ok? My phone died.â
âYour phone died? Really?â you said with clear doubt in your tone, having trouble to believe him. You stepped closer to him.
Jay scoffed, âwhat are you implying, y/n?â
âItâs not really believable that your phone was dead the whole day and that you couldnât borrow a charger from - I donât know - maybe your six fellow members or really any of the staff you work with.â
âAre you serious now?!â He exclaimed with a slight hurt tone which you didnât seem to notice. All you could focus on were his angry furrowed eyebrows, indicating to you that he was caught in act.
âWell, maybe if you were a good boyfriend youâd find another way to inform me! Me! Your girlfriend whoâs been waiting for you at home!â
Your yelling didnât stop here as you went on and on:
âI texted you several times! And even tried to call you but it seems like youâre not even interested in trying to contact me somehow!â You exclaimed as the pitch of your voice went higher and higher.
âY/N⊠I-â he rubbed his face in frustration.
Jay had actually a temper himself. But most of the time he tried to be the calm one in your relationship as he knew that you tended to be more emotional driven. Which would also work most of the time - you rarely got into any arguments. He just listened to your rants and always tried his best to adjust to any of your needs. But today you didnât seem to let go of your attitude as you cut him off.
âWhat?! I made dinner for us because you told me youâd be back by 5! I just want to eat dinner with you for once and you tell me your phone was dead?! Thatâs some lame fucking excuse, Jongseong!â
You put a hand on your hip as you were just getting started to let out everything that bothered you today: âAnd Ju-gyeong told me that youâre going to Japan next week?? Even Jake could inform his - I donât even know what they are,â Jay gave you a confused look, not quite following you as you got sidetracked.
Unfortunately, this only irritated you more: âMy point is! Even Jake told Jugyeong about your tour but you couldnât?!!â
You felt your blood pressure rise, âhe even fucking texted her that heâll come late to their fuck-session,â you didnât mean to share that but your mouth was working faster than your brain, âand I couldnât even contact you throughout the entire day! So donât be surprised that I doubt you!â
And you didnât stop: âAnd why did you lie telling me that everyone is staying at the dorms?!!Apparently, Heeseung and Sunghoon sleep at their own houses. So why would you stay at the dorms if not everyone is there? And donât give me a fucking lame excuse again!!â
You just couldnât hold yourself back. You were having such a bad mood from your cramps and everything, you just let out your frustration.
Your poor boyfriend had to be the victim since he always made you feel like you could share every little thought and feeling with him - which is a good thing most of the times.
But you didnât consider that you could be also hurting his feelings by saying things you didnât even mean. Like the next sentence that accidentally slipped your mouth:
âYou know what? Youâre actually the worst boyfriend ever!!!â
And thatâs when Jay snapped.
âAre you fucking serious, y/n?? I just came home from work and the first thing you do is to fucking yell at me??!â
âWell, if you would just talk to me for once you, you-â
Jay cut you off with a loud, anger filled voice: âEnough! Just shut up! Youâre giving me a fucking headache!â
The deep and loud bass of his voice made you flinch in response, your eyes widened and your hands started to tremble a little.
Youâve seen your boyfriend angry many times but it was never directed at you. He always talked to you in a calm manner and never snapped at you.
You had to admit, hearing him like this scared you.
But you tried to quickly gather yourself - your own anger dominated your head.
You let out a faux scoff as you tried to cover your fearful reaction: âMe?? Why would I shut up, Jay?! Youâre literally-â Jay cut you off once again.
âBecause youâre being really difficult right now, y/n! Quit acting like a child maybe and donât bother me anymore! For gods sake!â Jay shouted angrily and walked away heading to the stairs.
You couldnât help but roll your eyes at him, âwhere do you think youâre going? Weâre not done yet!â
âWeâre done, y/n!â He yelled in frustration. âWeâre fucking done.â He repeated quietly as if he was talking to himself.
But you could still hear him. What does he mean by that? Heâs not breaking up with you, is he?
Your world halted for a minute. Why would he break up with you? You just had a little fight over nothing, thatâs not a good enough reason to end things, right?
Right?
You took a deep breath. Ok, that escalated. You didnât mean to get so mad at him. But still, you were hurt. Why didnât he tell you that heâll be on tour again next week for three whole months? Why did you had to find it out through someone else?
And you knew that you shouldnât compare your relationship with others but when you were talking with Ju-gyeong on the phone she suddenly told you that she received a sweet text from Jake informing her that heâll be late tonight and that she shouldnât worry about him.
Normally, this wouldnât faze you at all but when she told you about the tour you were already feeling a little sad. Well maybe not a little - you were crying the whole time after you ended the call.
Did he not care about you anymore to tell you important stuff like this? You couldnât help but let your mind wander off and even questioned Jayâs loyalty towards you. What if he found someone else?
It honestly wouldnât surprise you. Not because Jay neglected you - not at all, he was actually the perfect partner you always dreamed of. He was well mannered, looked after you, always treated you with respect, cherished you and made you feel so so loved.
No, it wasnât him who made you wonder if you were even worthy of his love. It was those stupid stupid comments and posts about your idol boyfriend on every platform you scrolled through.
There were so many pretty people who commented about the good looks of your boyfriend and how they hoped that âhis girlfriend could fightâ or that âhis girlfriend is lucky because heâs such a gentleman and sweetheartâ.
Well, duh! You knew that! Thatâs why youâre together with him for more than 3 years!
But what if he also knows that and realises that he deserves someone better than you? What if he leaves you one day for someone who is just as good looking and treats him way better than you do?
So no, it wouldnât be a surprise if he did leave you one day but it would - to put it in mild words - crush your world literally. You already felt sick to your stomach when you thought of this possibility.
And of course, you knew you shouldâve just talked with him about it. About everything thatâs been on your mind. The tour, the dorms, the online comments.
Your rational side told you to stop being dramatic and to not let these doubts and fears get to your head. But, somewhere deep inside you, you feared that his answer would hurt you tremendously.
You guess, however, your final straw broke after todayâs events and you let out all of your frustration, which was previously trapped somewhere deeply hidden inside your heart.
You truly didnât think that this fight would escalate like that and that heâd say something like this.
I fucked up real bad.
When you went upstairs to your bedroom, after you decided to follow Jay and make things clear, you heard him taking a shower.
Ok, he wouldnât be taking a shower if he wanted to break up, right?
You let out a deep breath when you noticed tears flowing down your cheeks.
You tried to be level-headed. This fight wasnât even that serious. Your relationship is way too serious and secure to end it over a silly fight. You tried to calm yourself down.
Frustrated, you sat down on the edge of your bed and closed your eyes.
God, Iâm such an idiot. Heâll definitely leave me because of this.
You sighed, your head hurt, your stomach was cramping - you just wanted to lie down and forget everything. Regret took over your whole body.
Iâm so stupid. Iâm so stupid.
You covered your face with your hands as your entire body shook from your sobs. You pressed your lips together as you tried to not make any noises, not wanting to bother him any further.
When you heard that the sound of the water splashing stopped you quickly lied down and shuffled far away from Jays side of the bed. Wiping away your tears, you sniffled quietly as you hid yourself with the blanket and pretended to be asleep.
You held your breath as you heard him rummaging around your room, probably getting dressed for bed. And when you heard the door click you thought he would join you in bed but you were wrong.
The next thing you knew, you heard footsteps on the other side of the door and after a while you heard your front door close.
Did he just leave like that?
You panicked. You quickly stood up and went to your hallway, your eyes searched for his shoes but they were nowhere to be found.
Tears formed in your eyes as you fell down on your knees and started sobbing yet again.
Did your boyfriend of three years just leave you like that? Without even saying anything to you? You couldnât believe it.
Uneven gasps left your mouth as you couldnât control your sobs. You knew that this fight was your fault but still! How could he do this to you? You thought he loved you after all.
Why am I so stupid? He clearly had a tough day and I should be the one who gives him comfort and a safe place when he comes home.
No wonder heâd rather stay at the dorms than here, with me.
Your sobs grew louder and louder. After sitting there for about 15 minutes your headache became stronger and you went back to your bed.
You tried to ignore the emptiness of your shared bed by lying yet again far away from his side and by not facing it.
You closed your eyes but your tears didnât stop. Your mind was racing, thinking about Jay.
Suddenly, you heard the beeping of your doorlock causing you to open your eyes. You froze on the spot as you recognised Jayâs footsteps heading upstairs.
Yet again, you held onto your breath trying to make no noises when he opened your bedroom door. You shut your eyes and listened to his every move actively. When you heard him settling beside you, you couldnât help but feel the guilt and sadness eat you up.
You couldâve been cuddling with him now. Ugh, this is so stupid but you couldnât turn around and tell him youâre sorry just like - you fucked up too bad for that.
Out of nowhere, you felt Jays hand rest on your waist. His warmth and tender touch brought new tears to your eyes as you continued to pretend to be sleeping.
âI know youâre awake.â Jay said quietly with a rasp in his voice. His voice sounded like he just spent some time crying.
Shame and sadness took over your whole being. I made him cry, you thought regretfully.
You took his hand and pushed it off of your waist. You were too embarrassed and ashamed of yourself to face him now.
But Jay wasnât having any of it as he yet again snaked his whole arm around your waist and pulled your body easily to his firm chest. You tried to wiggle away but he encircled his other arm around your body, holding you down with a strength you couldnât fight.
He buried his face in the back of your neck, leaving small kisses all over it. Your heart melted at his action.
âHmm⊠youâre my whole world, you know that,â he murmured against your skin, making your heart race as a blush crept up your neck, âmy lovely precious girl.â
âMy sweet sweet flower,â he pulled you closer to him as he sweet talked to you, âwhy are we fighting, baby? I just want to cuddle my love.â
Suddenly, you turned around and buried your face in his chest. You clutched onto his shirt as you began to sob loudly in his embrace.
âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â You cried so hard that your whole body was shaking in his hold.
âBabe⊠my loveâŠâ he sighed softly and started caressing your back in hopes to calm you down.
âWhy are you crying? Donât cry, hm..? Youâre breaking my heart, babygirl,â he spoke softly as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Feeling his soft lips on you caused warmth and safety to spread throughout your whole body.
Jay felt himself tear up a little at the sound of your crying. He put one hand on your head and pushed it further against his chest. The other encircled your waist impossibly tighter as he tangled your legs with his own - your bodies almost melted together.
You couldnât respond to him as you further snuggled into his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears.
âShh, itâs ok. Iâm here, hm? Donât worry Iâm here,â he patted your head lovingly.
âI- I thought you left me just now,â you mumbled so softly and quietly against his chest that he couldnât even understand you.
âIâm sorry, princess, I couldnât quite catch that. Please repeat that for me, my love,â he spoke ever so tenderly and with upmost love and affection reflecting in his voice.
You looked up to him and his heart broke at the sight of your crying face. Your eyes were reddish, your cheeks were wet and a hue of pink shimmered on your nose from all the crying.
He put his hand, which was previously patting your head, on your cheek. It encouraged you to speak again.
âWhen I heard you leave just now, I thought you le- left me because you said âweâre doneâ,â you hiccuped, your whole body shook yet again because of the anxiety you felt at the thought of him breaking up with you.
âBabe.. aw my precious girl,â he pulled your head back to his chest as he snuggled his cheek on the top of your head.
âYouâre so cute, you know that? When you cry like this. It truly breaks my heart,â he put a kiss on your hair, rubbing his hand on your back again.
âHm? Donât cry, my darling. I would never leave you, baby, you know that, hm?â he cooed at you as if you were a baby - his baby.
âWeâll never break up, honey. Especially not because of a silly fight. This relationship with you is it for me. Iâm gonna marry you one day and weâll grow old together - you know this, baby. Whyâd you think something like this, sweetheart?â
âI- I-â you sniffled lightly, having trouble to express your emotions, âI donât know. You never yelled at me. I donât know,â you repeated, âI think I got scared because I was really mean to you.â
You tried to calm yourself down but you couldnât help and sob quietly when you muttered: âand then you said weâre done and left me just like that. I thought you were angry at me and meant that our relationship is done.â You clutched onto his shirt as tightly as you could.
âOh BabyâŠâ he put his forehead against yours and caressed your cheek with his thumb, âI just didnât want to fight with you, baby. I was just really exhausted and Iâm sorry I talked to you like that.â
He kissed your nose as he continued, âthat was wrong of me. And Iâm not angry at you. Weâre good, babygirl.â
He kissed your temple as he put your face against his neck, trying to calm you down. Which really helped - you felt like a heavy weight was lifted off of your heart. In response you wrapped your own arms around his torso.
âI only went outside to take out the trash and then I felt like the weather was refreshing. So I took a walk to calm down. I really regretted how I spoke to you. Iâm your boyfriend after all, I should make you feel loved and protected. Not scaredâŠâ he whispered the last sentence as he felt a lump forming in his throat.
He cleared his throat, âI shouldnât have told you to shut up. Iâm really, deeply sorry. Please forgive me, princess.â He took your hand and kissed the back of, then held it firmly against his chest.
âHm?â he put his chin on your head and closed his eyes, waiting for your response.
When he didnât hear anything from you for a moment he got worried. âBaby?â, he leaned slightly back to look at your face as he brought his fingers to your chin in order to lift it up.
But you quickly tightened your grasp around him and hid your face in his chest. Thatâs when Jay realised that you started to cry again.
Jays concern grew bigger as his eyebrows furrowed in worry, ây/n? Whatâs wrong? Did I say something wrong?â
You let out a quiet sob and shook your head. âNo,â you answered.
âMy love, please tell whatâs wrong so I can fix it, hm?â he requested ever so gently and rubbed your arm.
You looked up to him, your eyes were shiny and adorably big and your lips formed a small pout as the guilt and regret grew bigger.
âThis fight was totally my fault, Jay. I shouldnât have talked to you like that. Especially not if you just came home from work. I shouldnât have doubted you. I should be the one apologising but youâre too good for me,â your tears streamed down your face and Jayâs crease between his eyebrows grew bigger.
âI think you did the best in that situation otherwise it wouldâve escalated further if you wouldnât have ended it, Jay. So please donât apologise. Please forgive me,â you sniffled.
âItâs ok, baby. Sometimes when I get irritated and feel my blood boil you just have this magic in you where you immediately calm me down. I shouldâve done the same to you but I was just exhausted from todays schedule I couldnât contain myself. And itâs also my fault because I gave you reasons to be mad. Iâm sorry for everything. Letâs just forget everything today. Ok, my love?â
Jay hoped that this would help you calm down entirely so that you could spend the rest of the night in peace together.
You shook your head again. You were tired from all the crying, but still, you just couldnât hold the tears back in front of your boyfriend.
âStop apologising, Jay!â You whined. âThis fight was entirely on me, youâre making it worse!â
âSorry,â he chuckled to annoy you and to lift up your mood. You just snuggled further into him as a response.
âLetâs talk about it then, baby. Tell me everything that bothered you,â he pushed your hair behind your ear as he looked in your eyes with nothing but love and patience.
You bit your lips and your eyes wandered elsewhere, avoiding his.
âY/n.â he demanded in a soft tone.
âI didnât tell you Iâll be late today, hm? Thatâs what bothered my princess? From now on Iâll let you know, ok?â You nodded quietly in response.
âBut babe,â he chuckled softly while he caressed your hair again lovingly, âI already told you that my phone died. And usually you donât really mind when practice runs late. Tell me whatâs really wrong,â he just knew you too well.
âI just,â you took deep breath as you tried to stabilise your voice, âI felt really awful today because, you know, I told you⊠I got my period and you know how I need you to cuddle with me especially when itâs the first day. And then I prepared dinner for us even though I wasnât feeling good but I wanted to because we never eat dinner together⊠but when you didnât show up it just broke something in me I guessâŠâ you blinked your tears away.
You looked at Jay but he was already gazing at you with the softest eyes. He gave you the reassurance that he was listening. He repositioned you two, now you were lying on top of him and snuggled your face in the crook of his neck as he was on his back.
âIâm sorry, that was stupid of me. I had in my mind that I needed to be home early but we were so caught up in our schedules, I didnât even realise it was past 10. We were so busy, I honestly forgot that I had a phone and a girl waiting for me,â you chuckled at his silliness, âwhen I realised how late it had gotten, I thought youâd already be sleeping so I didnât even bother to charge my phone. Who else would I need it for other than my girl?â He spoke softly.
You pouted at him, âyouâre so cute.â You kissed his cheek lovingly, when regret clouded your heart.
The corner of your lips went down, âIâm sorry for saying you were lying. That was so wrong of me, please forgive me.â Your eyes glistened with nothing but sorrow and regret.
âItâs ok, baby.â Jay reassured you, still unsatisfied with the sad look on your face.
âAnd then? What happened that you were so upset, princess?â
âAnd then I - I donât know - I saw these comments online talking about how great you are and it made me insecure that maybe Iâm not good enough for you and thatâs ïżŒïżŒwhy you didnât bother to contact me.â
Jay had to hold himself back from interrupting you and to tell you to stop thinking such nonsense, but he let you have this moment to pour your heart out.
âI now know that you couldnât, but at that moment it just got too much. Because the other day I went to a cafĂ© date with Minju and Sooyun - you know the cute cafĂ© with the cute rose petal cups that I wanted to find?â Jay hummed, reminding himself in his mind to buy them for you, allowing you to continue, âthat day, we were just talking and I told them I donât see you so often because you sleep in the dorms. Then they told me that their boyfriends never go to the dorms, they looked at me with such a pity look. It just felt weird, like I exposed your secret and they felt bad for me. Why-â
You bit your lip, hesitating to continue your question. âWhy would you sleep there when the others donât?â you asked in small tone as your heart started to beat a little faster.
While Jay stroked your hair he spoke softly: âBaby, everyone sleeps there nowadays except for those two selfish idiots. Heeseung Hyung is just being a stubborn idiot who likes to make life harder for our manager and Hoonâs apartment is nearby our dorm. Thatâs why they donât stay there. Well, Hee Hyung did sleep for one night and then he had a fight with Jungwon. Maybe Sooyun forgot that in the moment.â
âMinjuâs apartment is not near your dorms,â you stated confused.
âBaby, Hoonâs home is. Not Minjuâs.â
âThey donât share a home?â
âNo, I think they use both of their apartments and take turns, or something.â
âOh,â you truly felt embarrassed.
âIâm-â Jay put a finger on your lips shushing you, âno apologies no more. Itâs okey, misunderstandings happen. Thatâs why weâre the best team on this earth because we make everything clear.â You nodded shyly.
âWhat else did you wanna talk about?â
âUh, nothing-â you then remembered the one big thing.
Of course your boyfriend noticed the hesitation and shift in your voice. He raised an eyebrow, demanding an answer.
You nuzzled your face against his neck again, sadness taking over you yet again for nth time this day.
âYouâre going on tour next weekâŠ? Jugyeong told me today. I pretended that I already knew - but you have no idea how devastated I was, jjongie,â you said his nickname with so much pain in your voice that he couldnât help but close his eyes in regret.
You sniffled quietly and clenched onto his shirt, âafter that she got so excited because Jake texted her âso sweetlyâ that heâll be late for their date. I donât know, I guess I was jealous? And then I got mad⊠I know it makes no sense but I was just hurt.â
âIt made me feel like Iâm not important enough for you.â
Jayâs heart broke at this sentence.
âDonât say something like that, princess,â he kissed your head, âyouâre the most important person in my life. And Iâm sorry I made you feel the opposite.â
âwhy didnât you tell me about the tour, jjongie? Why?â
He sighed softly, âItâs just⊠I didnât tell you because you always get so sad whenever I have to leave for a long period of time. And I always feel like I failed you and our relationship whenever I have to leave you alone.â
âSo what was your great master plan? Telling me one night before?â
When you didnât hear a response from Jay you lifted your head to look at him.
Then you saw a sheepish smile spread over his stupid yet cute face. His expression resembled a child who was caught by his grandma stealing a candy from the kitchen drawer.
âJay!â You exclaimed in disbelief. âAre you for real?â
âBabeeeâŠâ he whined childishly,
âI donât know what my plan was. I just didnât want to make you sad - thatâs all I know. Whenever I had the chance to tell you - I couldnât. You always are so happy and beaming so brightly, I just didnât want to ruin your mood. Please donât be mad.â He nuzzled your cheek with his nose.
âBut! I am mad, Jongseong! Of course Iâll be sad when you leave me whether it be for three months or three hours. I like having you around me!â
âIâm glad to hear that,â he grinned as he put your head back to his chest.
You huffed, âI want you to share every little thing with me, jjongie. No matter how sad or mad Iâll be, thatâs why youâre here with me, right? You always know what to do to make me happy again. And even if you donât - you alone are enough to give me comfort and happiness.â You pressed a kiss on his clothed chest as you rested your chin on the same spot to look at him again.
âFrom now on you have to share every information you have from your company immediately with me. On the same day as you get it. Understood?â
âYes, maâam.â He pulled your body upwards so that your face lied directly next to his. His arms were wrapped around your body, meanwhile your hand rested on his chest.
Then he lowered his voice, âI already have my schedules for the upcoming year, should I show you?â
âNot now, jjongie. I still need to process the news from today,â you chuckled sadly.
âCan I kiss you now? Iâve been waiting the whole day.â You didnât verbally respond to that as you just leaned in with closed eyes.
Jay kissed you slowly and sensually, trying to convey his apology and love for you in a way he couldnât do with words.
You felt safe and protected, caged in his arms like that. The kiss expressed nothing but pure love and devotion.
âI love you, you know that, right?â He murmured against your lips.
âHm,â you couldnât quite response as he didnât wait and entered his tongue inside your mouth. One of his hand laid now on your jaw and guided you. You quickly realised that this kiss had a faster tempo and tried to catch up.
Needing a quick break from the kiss-turned-into-a-makeout, you pulled away slightly.
But his kisses didnât stop as he kissed you all over your jaw and neck.
As he did so he changed your position by laying you completely flat on your back while he went on top of you.
Pushing the blanket aside, he supported himself by resting one of his arm next your head whilst his other hand went down to hold your waist.
âYouâre the best thing that ever happened to me,â he mumbled as he left wet kisses on your cleavage.
He leaned into you as you felt his warm minty breath against your lips, âdonât ever doubt our relationship, baby. And before I forget-â he leaned back slightly to look at your face properly and squeezed your face with a firm hand, giving your squished pouty face a stern look: âfrom now on youâre on a social media ban. No comments or contents. Donât mind those comments, they donât know me like you do. Youâre perfect for me. And no fight will break us apart. Even death wonât do us apart.ïżŒ Alright?â
You nodded slightly as you tried to suppress the lump in your throat. However, a single tear escaped your eye, exposing yourself.
Jay kissed away the tear. âGood girl,â he whispered as he let go of you face and attacked it with several kisses - on your nose, on your temples, your eyelids, and lastly, he kissed your lips.
You kissed him back and encircled your arms around his neck, pushing him further down to express your need for him.
He hummed against your lips in satisfaction and let his hand wander underneath your shirt to caress your bare stomach - leaving goosebumps all over it.
His hand then travelled down your ass, squeezing it lovingly.
âJjongie-â you gasped in surprise.
âLet me make it up to you, my baby. Let me show you how truly sorry and regretful I am,â his kisses trailed down to your cleavage again.
You wanted to protest - but he didnât give you any chance to speak up as he started to suck on your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. You relaxed in his hold and sighed so softly, âfeels so good.â
Since you prepared yourself for bed earlier you didnât wear a bra which resulted in making you feel every movement of his mouth - and his tongue.
You stuttered his name in a quiet moan, âJ- Jay,â and closed your eyes to feel every tingle rushing throughout your body.
Unconsciously, you tangled your hands in his hair and pressed his face into your boobs.
Just as he was about to hook his finger around your pyjamas to pull it down you stopped him by grabbing his hand, âw- wait!â
He gave you a questioning look - confused at your sudden movement.
âIâm sorry! I totally forgot that Iâm on my period.â You pouted sadly.
He gave you a cocky smirk, âwell, that didnât stop us before.â He raised his eyebrows in amusement but didnât make any movement to continue.
He actually did the opposite - he pushed your pyjama and top back to place and laid back next to you. After covering you both with the warm blanket, he cuddled you just like you had been doing before.
âThat was one time,â you said in a scolding tone, feeling your neck and ears heat up.
âAnd it was in the beginning of our relationship! How do you even remember this? At that time we hadnât seen each other for a few months, ok? I think it was 4 months,â you started to ramble, âor was it 3? And if I remember correctly, it was a huge mess. And, you know, thatâs not healthy. Actually I read somewhere-â
Before you could continue, Jay put his hand along your jaw and pressed his thumb against your lips, making you shut up. You were flustered, to say the least.
âItâs okay, baby, I was just teasing you. I forgot it myself,â he glided his thumb across your lip.
You took his hand in your own and pecked his lips.
âIâll reserve the energy and gladly fuck you into oblivion next week before I leave,â he whispered against your lips, catching you off guard.
âJongseong!â You exclaimed. Flabbergasted at his boldness, you hit his chest with your palm.
âWhat?â He poked your side with a teasing smile, âwhy are you acting so shy now?â
You didnât reply to him - you were too embarrassed, even after all those years of his teasings. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as you cuddled further into him.
When he started to rub your lower stomach the atmosphere shifted quickly into a cozy one.
âDoes this feel good?â He asked in a soothing tone after a couple of minutes passed.
You hummed, âitâs making me sleepy,â closing your eyes.
âHm? My girl is so strong. Sleep tight, baby. You cried a lot today, you should rest,â he kissed your forehead, worried that you might get a headache.
Suddenly, you disturbed the silence.
âJjongie?â you whispered.
âHm?â
âI didnât mean that earlier, you know? Youâre the best boyfriend I never ever even dared to imagine. Iâll work on my temper,â you mumbled sadly, full of regret thinking about your words earlier.
Jay had to think for a few seconds as he didnât understand what you were talking about at first.
When it clicked, his embrace around you got tighter, âI know you didnât mean it. Donât worry your pretty little head over nothing.â
He caressed your head in order to help you fall asleep when he whispered: âIâll try to communicate with you better.â
ââs oke,â you mumbled sleepily.
âLove you verâ much jjongâ,â you muttered incoherently.
He pressed a kiss on your head again and murmured against it: âI love you more, my love.â
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Sleep Aid âĄ
Zayne x Reader ~ fluff Δ٩(àč> â <)Û¶Đ·
word count: 1.2k
description: after a boring day at work you find yourself unable to sleep at night when you suddenly receive a message from zayne questioning why youâre still awake and offering to come over. after denying and trying to keep him at his home you are now getting out of bed late at night to let your graciously kind (and insanely stubborn) boyfriend into youâre home to help you sleep.
authorâs note: hihi everyone!!! this is the first fanfic iâm ever actually posting! kinda confused a bit on how tumblr works so im sorry if the formatting is off but i think itâs all good other than that. iâm using this to test the waters on making a fic acc bc iâve been waning to get on the writerâs side of it and not just the readerâs lolol. lmk ur thoughts and opinions id love to hear! hope u enjoy!!! ăŸ(^âœ^ăŸ)
(p.s. this has been sitting in my notes app for a while so iâm so sorry for any grammar errors! i also apologize for the shitty title iâm not good at coming up with those T_T )
it was around 1 in the morning and you couldnât sleep. you werenât really sure why either you just couldnât do it. not like you didnât try, sleep just didnât want to take you. you didnât necessarily mind though, you werenât scheduled to come in the next day. so instead of just fighting to fall asleep, you just decided to mindlessly scroll on your phone until you felt tired enough to actually go to bed.
hugging a pillow and facing the wall, youâve been scrolling for god knows how long. until suddenly you received a message.
zayne: why are you still awake?
taken aback by the sudden text, your eyes slightly widen. you stare at the notification for a moment in disbelief until you receive another
zayne: donât ignore me and act like youâre asleep. i can see that youâre active on moment posts.
well there goes your brilliant plan on ignoring him until the sun rises pretending to be asleep all along.
you: stalker
you: also i just so happened to not be able to fall asleep whatâs your excuse hm?
zayne: i just got back from the hospital half an hour ago and got ready to go to bed and noticed someone up past her bedtime.
you: bedtime? iâm not 5 đ
you: plus i donât have work tomorrow so i can go to bed whenever
zayne: not necessarily. what time you go to bed also plays a factor in your rest not just how long it is.
you: blah blah blah. iâll be fine. i have been trying to though!!! i just canât fall asleep for whatever reason :P
zayne: would you like me to come over?
you: no!!!!!
you: i mean i appreciate the offer but i promise im ok! iâll get tired eventually and fall asleep itâs just not right now. and you should go to bed you had a long shift and need to rest.
zayne: iâm not going to make a comment on your poor sleeping habits, but i dont mind heading over. sleeping with you helps me rest better anyways.
you: đ
zayne: not like that.
you: đ
you: whatever. donât come over i swear iâll be fine and iâll go to bed eventually! đ
zayne: âŠ
zayne: iâll be there in 15.
you: ZAYNE!!! đ€Ź
just as he said 15 minutes later you hear a knock on your door. annoyed, you grumble and stomp over to the door to let him in.
you open the door making sure not to hide the sour look on your face, emphasizing the displeasure of him coming all this way. the moment you open the door a smile tugs on his lips, despite the upset look on your face. he chuckles and leans down to kiss the top of your head.
âhello, dearâ he says against your hair. before he walks into your apartment.
âwhy are you here?â you quickly say with your bottom lip sticking out in a pout with your arms crossed over your chest.
âi thought i made it aware. you canât sleep.â he states as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear.
âbut i already told you im fine!!! go back home. it is all good here.â you say like a child , attempting to swat away his hand and starting to try and push him out the door.
âwhat if i said that i couldnât sleep?â zayne says as he slightly cocks his head to the side at you with a soft smirk.
you pause in your tracks, trying to think of something to respond, knowing exactly what heâs doing. the gears try to slowly turn in your head until you look up at him, and you see him looking back down at you with a knowing grin showing he already got what he wanted.
ââŠfine.â you mumble begrudgingly as you drag yourself back to your room.
zayne lets out a small breath of laughter as he takes off his coat and begins to follow you to bed.
you sit down and lean against your headboard. picking up your phone and continuing to scroll as zayne joins you in bed. thereâs a few moments of silence where you donât even notice him looking at you. it wasnât until he suddenly reaches over and snatches your phone right from your hands that youâre reminded of his presence and how he invaded your peaceful home.
âHEY!!! give it back!!!â you say as you jump to him trying to retrieve your phone from his grasp, something you knew was pointless.
âitâs almost 2:00 am you need to go to sleep.â he says with a softer voice as he plugs your phone in on the nightstand closer to him.
âdo i have to say it again?â you practically growl as you loom over on top of him.
âwell, now iâm here.â his voice deepening, as his hands begin to caress the sides of your torso. a combination he knows gets you to do whatever he wants.
you finally give up. falling on top of him onto his chest where heâs quick to wrap his arms around you and help you get settled.
âitâs not working im still not tired.â you say annoyed trying to wriggle out of his grasp. another fruitless effort, but hey youâll still try.
one of zaynes hand creeps its way to your hair and begins brushing it out, as he uses his other hand to wrap the duvet around you both tucking, mainly you, in.
âtalk to me until you do.â he says, still playing with your hair.
âabout what?â you look up to him, with a much calmer demeanor that you donât notice, but he smiles at.
âyour day. what did you do today?â he asks, beginning to scratch up and down your back.
you release a small yawn before you begin to speak. which he uses as a sign to move the hand playing with your hair to cup your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along the apple of it. making sure to keep his lips pressed against your head.
âwell i didnât do much today. i had a mission i was supposed to go on, but then they sent another group instead. so i just sat on my desk doing some some work iâve been putting off until i got bored and decided to go shopping. and then once i got off work i went to the convenience store to get some snacks. and i also hope you know you canât do this every time i canât sleep. i very often struggle to do so.â you ramble, your voice losing energy the more you talk and closing your eyes by the time you get to the end of it.
zayne cranes his head down to press his lips against your forehead, still cupping your cheek and rubbing it tenderly. he begins to speak against your forehead in a quiet gentle voice.
âiâm aware, but every time that i am able to, iâll gladly come over and comfort you to sleep. itâs no issue at all. i assure you.â
by the time he finished speaking, zaynes voice lulled you to bed. of course he knew exactly what to do to make you instantly fall asleep. he nuzzles your face once more before turning off the bedside lamp. he curls himself around your sleeping form nuzzling his face into your hair before drifting off to bed himself.
âgoodnight, my love.â
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PROMISE â ex!kenma x reader
SYNOPSIS: you and kenma donât know how to be exes, but you also donât know how to be together. so, you made a promise to yourself: this is going to be your last time.
WORDCOUNT: 1.4k
A/N: hrrnnng not proofread but ive been through all this.. so source: trust me. probably ooc kenma
You and Kenma had been on and off for.. a while. The two of you didnât know how to be exes. You didnât know how to move on. There was so much history, so much chemistry. How could you be as comfortable with anyone else as you were with each other? How could you love someone else as much as you loved him?
Despite breaking up over and over again, the two of you didnât love each other any less; However, you were starting to get tired of this cycle. You didnât want to feel like you had the world in your hands one day, and nothing the next. It was exhausting being with Kenma, but it was even more so being without him.
So, you made a promise to yourself. No matter how much you missed him, how much everything reminded you of him, how many times you thought about texting him, you wouldnât. You werenât going to go back, this was the last time.
The last time.
âKenma, I canât keep doing this. Itâs so hard to keep this cycle up. Itâs hard for the both of us.. You know it.â The boy was quiet, much like he always was when you were arguing. Quiet and passive. You hated that about him, how he would always let you do the talking. You wanted him to fight for you, dammit. Tell you that you were in the wrong. Keep you. You wanted him to keep you.
âIf thatâs what you want, okay.â He said, nodding. There was no expression in his faceâ he was never one to show his emotions. Your lip began to tremble and your eyes welled up. Dammit. There you go again.
âThisâ yeah. This is what I want. This is what we need.â He nodded once more. You turned around and began walking away. You were hoping for him to shout your name, grab your arm, anything to indicate that he wanted you to stay. But he didnât.
The next few days were spent in your bed. You didnât want to go anywhere, do anything, in case you saw him. Seeing him was the worst thing that could happen right now. His recognizable two-toned hair, hearing his soft voice, seeing his gorgeous eyesâ the ones you fell for when you first saw him.
Those gorgeous, calm, golden fucking eyes.
You wanted to resent him. You wanted to be angry with him and you wanted to loathe him, but you just couldnât. That boy, no matter what he did, was an angel. He was your best friend, your anchor. Someone you could go to no matter what, and now thatâs gone. Now you had nobody.
Sixteen days.
It had been sixteen days since you and Kenma broke up, and the wound was still fresh. You were still heartbroken. You had been out in public and had seen him, and every time, your heart was torn even further. You kept him unblocked on everything, as did he. You were still easily accessible, and yet he did nothing.
You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you looked at the clock. 1:14AM. You should definitely go to sleep soon. You were just about to set your phone down when you got a text from an unsaved number.
You decided to answer it, you had nothing better to do anyway.
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Hey
You:
Who is this?
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Lol, deleted my number?
I didnât think you were serious.
Ig I was wrong
You:
???
Who is this??
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Itâs kenma, sorry
I didnât think youâd answer
Fuck. What were you going to do? You promised yourself that you wouldnât get back together with Kenma, but you missed him so fucking bad. You were always the first to break no contact, but it was him this time. Maybe something was wrong? You should at least check if he was okay.
You:
Oh
Hi
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Sorry
I thought you wouldve had my number saved
You:
No, I really was serious this time lol
But r u ok?
Yeah, use short messagesâ to convince him you were being genuine about ending the cycle.
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Ya
R u?
You:
Yup
(xxx)-xxx-xxxx:
Thatâs good.
You:
Y did u text me?
Kenma:
Wanted to check up on you
And itâs cold outside
You:
?
Why does the temperature matter lol
Kenma:
Ok this is gonna sound completely crazy
But
Im outside
Like of ur house
And I was hoping you could talk to me in person?
But its ok if u dont
But I just wanna lyk im sorry
For everything
Is he being serious? Heâs outside?? You peeked out of your bedroom window and there he was, a dark figure sitting on the curb across the street from your house. Were you going to go out there? Maybe just for a second. Maybe just to hear him out.
You:
Iâll be out
Moments later, you walked out of your front door in your pajamas and a hoodie. Feeling the cool breeze flow through your clothes made you shiver.
âKenma?â You spoke, your voice slicing through the cold night like a sharp blade. He looked up from his phone and sat up, walking towards you.
âY/n,â He said, almost sounding relieved. He walked up to you and you shied away from him, avoiding being too close. Kenma took a step back in turn.
âSo, um, like in my text⊠I wanted to say that Iâm sorry. For everything.â
âKenma, you have nothing to be sorry about. Iââ
âNo, I do. I wish I had treated you better. I wish I had made an attempt to keep you with me, I wish I did everything differently. I wish I made you want to stay.â
In all honesty, you were shocked with how much Kenma just confessed. You never knew how much he was holding back, or even how much he cared. You knew he cared, but not this much. You never knew such a blank expression was carrying so much emotion.
âIâ Kenma.. You were perfect. Youâre an angel.â He furrowed his brow and shook his head, a street lamp illuminating his almost frustrated face.
âIf Iâm so perfect, why do we break up so much? What am I doing wrong?â Kenma reached for your hand and you hesitantly pulled away, pulling him out of his emotional mind. His facial expression softened and he looked sorrowful. âIâm sorry, I didnât come here to yell at you.. I should go.â
When he took a step away from you, you muttered a small, âwaitâ Just barely loud enough for him to hear. He turned around silently.
âI want to talk about what we did wrong. And⊠how we can fix this. Us. Because I hate being without you, and I love you with my whole heart, I really do. I see you in everything, Kenma. I look for you in every stranger I meet and I think about you in everything I do.â Before you could stop yourself, the words were flowing out like a spilled glass of waterâ and your tears were spilling, too. You wiped your face with your sleeve and as youâre about to continue on, the warmth of Kenmaâs body heat engulfs you.
âOh, honey.â He says as he pulls you closer to him, letting you sob into his jacket. He begins to tear up, too, thinking of something to say. âWhy are we doing this to ourselves?â The boy pet your hair and kissed your head until you got quieter, and eventually pulled away from him
You wiped your face once again and looked at him, the moonlight reflecting off of a single tear on his cheek. You cupped his face in your hands and wiped his tear away with a thumb. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, letting more tears fall. Despite being with Kenma for so long, you had never once seen him cry, nor show this much emotion in general. You felt more connected to him than ever.
âHow are we going to fix us, Y/n?â Kenma sniffled.
âOh, Kenma, I have no idea.â You chuckled as you looked into his eyes. Those gorgeous, calm, golden eyes.
âI promise, Iâll try my best to fix us.â Kenma took your cheek in his left hand. He held his right hand out with his pinky up. You smiled and intertwined your own pinky with his.
âMe too, Kenma. I promise, this is our last time breaking up. We wonât ever again after this.âThe two of you sealed the deal with a kiss and another hug, smiling warmly at each other.
âSoâŠâ You trailed off. Kenma looked curiously at you. âwhy were you outside of my house at 1AM? Were youââ
âNo.. I was just taking a walk and ended up hereâ itâs not like that, I promise I wasnât being a creepy ex.â
âOkay, whatever you say.â You looked at him suspiciously and then broke out into laughter, filling the silence of the night with your love for Kenma.
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Pls pls pls it u havnt done this already (if u have LMK) but ghost comforting civilian!reader who is really sick but they are in denial and want to go to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello babes!! No I havenât done such yet so here you go!!!
Thank you sm for the ask too!! Makes me happyđ€ Let me know what you thinkâŠ
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âDarliiiing⊠please stay itâs.. itâs too early-â
Simon Rileyâs words slurred a bit as he whined into his pillow, growing upset at the feeling of his hand on the side of your bed, feeling the fading warmth from when you were there minutes ago snuggled up by his side.
âSimon I have a presentation to give at work today for the new employees and Iâm already running late because I couldnât stop trembling in the shower and feeling dizzy- woahhhâŠ.â
Simon immediately lifted his head from his squished and hugged pillow (something he wished was you instead under him as he squeezed you impossibly tight and refused to let you go) and he looked at you with wide eyes as he caught you holding onto the wall maintaining your balance, with a hand holding your head as your doe eyes were screwed shut, as if you were in pain. Before you could move you felt a pair of warm steady hands clutch onto your chilling waist and give a light squeeze with soft words,
âLove you ok?â
To his sweet words you desperately wanted to say, âNo love I feel awful please carry me to bed and hold me until it stops.â
But you had a mean boss that wouldnât take sick days kindly and pile excruciating triple work to make up for it, something you passionately hated because the hours were sickening and the work was close to slavery.
And plus, Simon had just come back from a long mission and all you wanted to do was take care of him, love on him, cook and do all the things for your hard working man, so.. you reluctantly stood straight and mustered your best smile. âOh love Iâm ok, just got a little dizzy, I think I- oh!â
Soon that warm hand found your forehead followed by Simon gasping lowly,
âDarling youâre burning up! No no, we need to- love!!â
You snatched yourself away from him as you stood up straight again and put your foot down with a supposed authority,
âIâm fine Simon! I promise! I took a hot shower and and- weâll you know I got to go. Get back in bed and rest, you have a lot of hours to make up for sleep because- weâll you know-â Simon huffed out and placed a hand on his hip where his sweats hugged him nicely, and the other pinched his crooked nose while he breathed heavily through it.
Why in the world did he get stuck with such a hard working woman who was just as stubborn as he was? He didnât know, but he loved you regardless and would do anything in his power to break you, to protect you before something else did and hurt you.
Simon could see it in you, heâs seen it in himself; the tired dark circled eyes, slumped shoulders probably stinging in pain from trying to remain straight, the slight quiver to the lips because your holding all the unsaid words in, and the fiddling fingers attached to shaking arms, aching to be held in a reassuring and loving hold.
â- its for the best for you to rest Si, come on donât worry about me-â
Simon raised a hand up to signal you to stop rambling as he lastly said,
âLove, donât fight it- get in my hoodie and in bed now.â
Silence filled the room before a shaky breath was released from your lips followed by a hesitant yet firm,
âNo. I need to go to work Simon. Iâll see you later.â
Before Simon could say another word you had already spun on your heel and began to walk towards the door, leaving him a tad upset that you were refusing to take care of yourself. And he didnât want to push you harshly to the point you cried- caused he hated to see you cry, but he needed to find another way before you left and faced the hard day feeling the way you were.
âBye Simon- Oh- *bang* OW!!!â
That sounded like you had just fallen- maybe because you had gotten dizzy again but it was worse.
âLOVE?!!â
Simon called out panically as he raced out of his room, to see you at the front door on your knees with your hands flat on the ground, your trembling becoming more visible since you didnât get up. In an instant Simon was on the ground with you trying to get you to talk since you also refused to look up from the ground.
âLove? Sweetheart are you ok? You probably hurt your knees- look at me.â
He gently grabbed your chin but you held firm, making him sigh when he also felt you trying but failing to stand up. Simon knew you were a tough one but jeez he just wished youâd take a moment and stop- âLove câmon thatâs it-â
â*sniff*.. mâsorry Si, I just donât feel good.â
Finally, you broke, you soft sniffles breaking Simonâs heart in the process, he hated to see you in pain too.
âThaâs my good girl.â Simon mumbled such under his breath as his heart dropped with sympathy while he watched your face finally lift up to his. Eyes now puffy and watery as your bottom lip jutted out,
âI jusâ wanted to *sniff*- mâsorry-â
Simon reached down to kiss your now red nose before cooing,
âNo no, no apologies. Itâs ok, câmon sweet girl, let me take care of you.â
Under Ghost was the most gentle man named Simon Riley, the man that could be a killing machine on orders but in his freedom he was an angel at heart. Under his spell of love and true devotion to you you crumbled in his arms as he lifted you carefully bridal style.
âiâs alright now- Iâll take care of everything-â
âBut my boss-â
âCan kiss my ass if he wants to drag you out of my arms, and then meet my fists for doing such eh?â
A little giggle mixed with a dry cough came out of you but Simon only smiled as he squeezed you tighter.
Soon you were all cocooned in your shared bed after Simon helped you get into his comfortable hoodie and helped you take some medicine- (well he practically had to hold you down between his legs so you could take it) then now you watched him with bright eyes as he walked in slowly with some warm soup.
âJusâ for you love⊠oh and you wonât be hearing from your boss for a while-â
Knowing what he was capable of you right away asked with a slight sternness.
âWhat did you do Simon Riley?â
Raising a brow at your tone Simon chuckled,
âThought youâd tune that attitude down a notch but to answer you- letâs just say heâs still in tact but well aware of another shape he could have if he didnât listen.â
âSi-â
Shaking his head at you Simon placed the warm soup on his lap as he settled by your side with a spoonful already in hand,
âSimon says to be sweet and to eat your soup- now open up my love.â
He attentively looked into your eyes which made you blush and smile sheepishly as you listened,
âThank you Simon.â
Placing the spoon between your lips gently Simon smiled back as he watched you sigh happily at its taste. Then he bopped your nose with his pinky as he replied,
âYouâre welcome love.â
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This one could get a bit chaotic but papercut going on a road trip? (And maybe some Pony trying to convince Darry to let him go??) Your headcanons keep me alive, i live and breathe papercut, so please keep up the good work or else I will die đ
papercut road trip?? aw yeaaa baybeeee comin right up đ€”đœââïžđ
âąit was def a spontaneous idea from curly, he was thinking one night and just wanted to drive somewhere, nowhere in particular just go around, he told tim and tim wasnt gonna fight him on it, if thats what curly wants thats his life, all he can hope is that he comes back in one piece (monkey d. luffy refrenceâïž)
âąik when he brought up the idea to pony it took a bit of convincing, not THAT much, but he still had to do it cause like, just a RANDOM road trip?????? pony joked that curly was trynna kill him, but curly did say theyâd prolly pass the country side and he could take some pics as a remembrance so pony was down
âąnot gonna lie, ion know HOW, ponys ass is gonna convince darry to go, pony might be 18/19 but he is PUSHING his freedom here, ill tell u what tho it took a team effort from tim and buck (somehow), and darry probably slapped an airtag on pony or somethin so he knew where he was
âąthey were not taking curlys car, ill tell u that much, if u drove that thing for more than an hour i promise u theyre so dead before they even get to the 10th block out of ponys neighborhood, REGARDLESS OF HOW, pony kissed darry n soda goodbye (YES thats important to know)
âąSKIPPING BORING DETAILS SO WE CAN ACTUALLY GET THE ON THE ROADTRIP, but they r STACKED w literally just snacks, no actual food, just chips, candy, juice and some water, lord help these two, they gonna crash on the highwayđ€Šđœââïž
âąwether its a camcorder or just a regular ole camera, ponys documenting this, he also has a journal to write down his thoughts and draw, hes a man of many talents
âąfor every stop, when he can, he calls darry to let him know hes alive, even sends over post cards from the different places heâs at, stocks up on small lil knickknacks too!!curly also called to check in w tim and angela and pony made him send over letters too (curly HATESSSS writing letters)
âąwould it REALLY b papercut if i didnt say that one of em got them lost??? curly def cant read a map for shit and fucked up while pony was driving, that argument had ppl in other cars looking over
âąthey would take turns on who was driving but honestly just never let curly behind the wheel, be nearly missed an exit and pretty much drifted in the highway, curly would do WONDERS in a racing game, he did a âemergencyâ stop and almost catapulted pony out his seat when he was sleeping, hes such a lil asshole
âąsometimes tho, they would just pull over completley and get in the back seat just to sleep, they had a blanket and like one pillow but its ok the one of em would just lay on the other, they had some pretty nice talks in there and pony wrote about it in his journal
âąwhen they get to the country side, i could see pony having one of those nature books and finding what he could just to cross em off, hes a nerd like that, curly was way too fascinated by the insects to rlly make fun of him for too long
âątook some good nature pics too, some silly ones as well, curly took some too!!
âąone of em touched poison ivy, whoops
âąhow have i gone this long without mentioning that curly would def b the one blasting music, hes not the passenger princess, hes the passenger pain in the ass (pony doesnt wanna admit but video evidence proves other wise, he was singing too)
âąpony is a pretty good driver i aint gonna lie, but maybe a lil too good, his eyes will NOT be leaving that road, curlys just gotta feed pony himself from the passenger
âąthey didnt pack enough clothes, they were def clothes shopping as they went, whoever car they took is a MESS by now
âąat some point pony got sunburnt and curly was laughing at him bc it wasnt even all over his body, the sunburn just covered parts that his clothes didnt cover, had to make a stop at a gas station for sunscreen and aloe vera (if we r assuming curly packed enough money)
âąthey dont rlly go home for a while, they got too homesick
i need to stop here before i get anymore ideas,,,
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đŠ: Ready for the 2nd night too? Is everyone ready??
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you worked hard!!!!! ENJOY THE STAGE WITH MIDZY AND THE MEMBERS! HAVE FUN AND GOOD LUCK TODAY FIGHTING FOR DAY2!!!! ìŹëí đ«¶đ»đ„°
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đ€: chaeryeong my favorite song these days is cruel summer too!!!!
đŠ: cruel summer~~~
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đŠ: i love when you smileđ
đ€: chaeryeong i miss you soooo much :(
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đ€: Have you tried Turkish food? You should try kebabđ«”đŒâ€ïž
đŠ: okay! i'll try !
đ€: So that we can reach Chaeryeong!!
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đŠ: Do you miss my red hair??đ€
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đ€: what song do you wish was on the setlist? mine is Sooo luckyđ„č
đŠ: in the morning~
đ€: CHAERYEONG I LOVE YOUUUUU DO YOU LOVE MEEEE
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đ€: I also want to prepare for the concert... I also want to see the concert... Why am I not in Canada?...
đŠ: Go to sleep quickly
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hi nana, hahshwjs love ur name! i would love to read something about richarlison, maybe waking up with him not letting u go <33
like a baby - richarlison
pairing: richarlison x reader
summary: you had promised to youserlf that you wouldnât stay in bed all morning anymore, but apparently, richarlison had other plans.
warnings: most fluffy, a little suggestive but nothing explicit.
author notes: hauaha thank u! this name is like *chef kiss* i'm gonna be honest, i constantly think about richarlison not wanting to let you go in the morning, like, c'mon he just wants to stay with u
girl we need more richarlison fics in this app
thank you for this amazing request!
word count: +900Â

âoh god, youâre like a babyâ
You woke up to the sound of yourâs cellphoneâs alarm, the beat repeating again and again inside your head, slowly taking you out of the dreamland.
â7 a.mâ
A groan came out of your throat when you saw the time on the clock.
Ok, in the begging of the year, you had promised to yourself that you would wake up early, wanting to make your morning more productive, but now, when you were actually having to keep up with the promise, you were regreting all your decisions.
You sat on the bed, looking around the room trying to get used to the morning glow. You couldnât help but let your eyes take a glance at your still sleep boyfriend. Richarlison was seeing to be having the best sleep of his life after yesterdayâs game.Â
After struggling a lot, Totthenham was able to won against Chelsea, and the whole team were more than happy, one of the boys throwing a little party at his house to celebrate, and of course, Richarlison wouldnât be out of it. So, it was no surprise for you when, at 3 a.m, he called you, kind of drunk, asking if you could get him.Â
The room was in a scary silence, the only sound being the little snoozes escaping from Richarlisonâs lips, and being honest, for you, this was actually really cute. You stare at his pretty face for some minutes, not wanting to leave him.
Finally finding the courage to get up to start the day, you scretched your legs, sliding them out of bed. Your feet touched the cold floor, your eyebrowns frowning with the feeling.
When you were almost enterily out bed, you felt an arm passing around your waist, pulling your body back to the mattres.Â
âWhere are you going?â Richarlisonâs morning voice never failed to make you shudder.
Now he was looking at you, his eyes almost closed, but still staring at your soul. From his voice tone, you could tell that he was annoyed, probaly because you were trying to sneak out of bed, leaving him alone in the process.
âNeed to get upâ you whispered, moving closer to him. âYou donât need to get up, amorâ the portuguese pet name made you smile. âYes i do. I made a promise to myselfâ you tried to move his arm off your waist, but it was gripped.
âSo make a promise to me, that you arenât going to leaveâ he said with a puppy smile, and you just rolled your eyes. âStop being dramatic, iâm not leaving you, iâm just getting out of bedâ you explained scratching his hair.
âItâs the same thingâ Richarlison wasnât having any of your bullshits, if he wanted to be in bed with you all the morning, he would.
âBabe, you should recover from last night partyâ you said trying to make him give up. âAnd i need you here for thisâ he wouldnât let you go.
Tired of this shit, your boyfriend decided to end this conversation by trapping you under his body, his head resting on the crock of your neck. Now, you couldnât leave him.
âOh god, youâre like babyâ you said laughing at his actions.Â
You really tried to fight him, your hands pushing his body off you, but even if he was sleepy, he was still stronger and heavier than you.
You stopped when he pinched your side, giving you a silent warning.
âGood girlâ he complimented you when he noticed that you had given up. âYou are ruining my new yearâs promise, babeâ you faked a sad smile. âAnd you are ruining my day off, leaving me all alone hereâ you couldnât see his face, but you knew that he was smirking.
You let a tired sigh, knowing that discussing with Richarlison was a lost battle.âYouâre gonna be the end of meâ you mumbled into his hair.
With a victorious smile, your boyfriend changed positions, wanting to see your pretty face. Now you two were side to side, his eyes staring down at you.
Richarlison couldnât help but smile he when he saw your puckered lips, your face in a faked sulked expression. He pinched your nose and cheeks, making fun of you âWho is acting like a baby now, huh?â he teased.
âShut up, this is all your faultâ you slapped his hand, trying not to smile and ruin your little show. Richarlison pulled you close, hugging you. One of your legs was around his waist, your hands flat against his chest.
âGonna make it worth for you, amorâ he said carressing your tight. âI hope soâ you whispered getting comfortable in the new position.
You two were in silence, just enjoying the physical touch and the lazy morning. When you less expect, you were falling back to sleep, your eyes getting heavier and heavier each time you blinked. You looked to up to see Richarlisonâs face, and you noticed that he was in the same sleepy mood like you.
âYou won this time, babeâ you said against his chest. âYeah, but iâm sure that you are enjoying this tooâ he was passing his fingers through your hair, putting you back to sleep.
âMaybe youâre rightâ you left a soft moan. âI knowâ he kissed your forehead âDonât worry, promise iâll make sure that the rest of your day is going to be very productiveâ you pinched his tummy, rolling your eyes to his malicious tone.
âSleep. Nowâ you ordered.
You couldnât resist anymore, in less than five minutes before you were back to the dreamland, your boyfriendâs presence was just too comfortable.
After this day, Richarlison, promised to himself that he would never let you leave the bed when he was there.
#richarlison x reader#richarlison imagine#richarlison fluff#richarlison x you#richarlison#football imagine#football fluff#football blurb
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Roommate Au with Eren. Thatâs it.
No no no no because Iâve thought about this extensively, and I actually believe heâd be a pretty good roommate (or at the very least, he means well most of the time, even if he is slightly annoying in his methods LMAO).
He⊠is not the best cook in the world, and he knows that. He can make about 2.5 dishes properly: spaghetti and [frozen] meatballs, a grilled cheese maybe with bacon if heâs feeling up to challenge, and a soup that his mom used to make for him as a kid whenever he got sick.
So, youâre gonna have to handle the majority of the cooking, BUT the good news is that Eren will do the dishes as a thanks for sharing with him and not letting him starve and/or live off of UberEats credits.
His favorite rooms in the house are the living room and your room. Not his room, not the bathroom, not the kitchenâyour room. Why? Because youâre in there, duh, and itâs not his so that makes it that much better.
Eats your leftovers in the fridge unless you put a note on them. Sometimes, heâll still eat it if heâs hungry enough or in a rush, and youâll come home to an empty fridge, but thereâll be a new note on top of a $20 bill that says âSorry I ate your pad thai :( you can buy some more tho (and get me some too hehe)â
If youâre just lazing around in your room for an extended amount of time, Eren will just come in and. Flop down on your bedâmaybe even on top of youâand whine about how heâs bored and how youâre being boring and how you should entertain and hang out with him instead.
Claims your room is comfier than his room, so of course heâs gonna wanna be in there. Heâll literally lay and sit on the floor and watch a whole ass movie on his phone in your room, just because.
If you have or collect stuffed animals or Squishmallows or anything of the sort, he always giggles at them, but thinks theyâre super cute. And when heâs out without you and sees some, he sends you a picture of them and asks if you want any, and heâll buy them for you.
He gets you very⊠involved? if that makes sense. He likes to do things with you and hang out with youâhe doesnât wanna live with some stranger, so if youâre rooming with him, prepare to become friends very quickly.
Erenâs a bit of an⊠outgoing introvert? not-so-social extrovert? something like that in my book lmfao, so he knows what itâs like to just wanna sit in your room for days on end; but he also knows thereâs a limit to how good/restorative that can be, and when it can become an issue.
That being said, if youâre having an extended depressive and/or introverty episode, Eren will shake you out of it. Literally. He will burst into your room, and grab you and probably toss you over his shoulder to get you physically moving, all while yelling about plans he made for the two of you.
Drags you with him to the grocery store, under the claim that he needs help âpicking out the good apples,â when really he just wants to get you out of the house, and spend some time with you.
Once again, will use the method of flopping on top of you and/or draping himself over you like, âHey, so what time do you think we should leave for dinner, Iâm thinking around 8?â âWhatâdid we have dinner plans, Eren?â âWe do now! So, Iâm thinking tacos, what do you think!!â
His personal favorite way to get you up and moving is to ask you to do his hair for him. Gives you his best puppy dog eyes, and pulls at your wrist until you comply, then he sits down criss-cross applesauce right in the middle of your bed, and waits for you to work your magic. Purposely acts a bit difficult just to bring out your feisty side and have you fight back against him.
Heâll legit. Build you a whole ass pc and gaming setup just for you to play games with him. Heâs dedicated, thatâs for sure. (That wonât stop him from absolutely crushing you from time to time).
He likes to bother you (affectionate). Pushes you over when youâre sitting down on the couch, shoves your phone when youâre holding it so it falls on your face, presses his cold water bottle on the back of your neck and then runs away. Like a child.
He always takes out the trash, especially if itâs late at night, except he always forgets about the 239725 water bottles heâs got piled up in his room and around the living room, so youâve always gotta take out an extra bag of recycling the following morning.
Your skincare is his skincare <2
Makes you go out with him when he makes plans with his friends, but only ever tells you about it maybe an hour beforehand via text.
yeager: hey jean and marco are having a lil kickback thing at their place so i'm coming to pick u up be ready in like 30 mins
yeager: oh also bring the bottle of vodka in the kitchen kirsten is always stingy with the good stuff đ
you: ok and who asked ME if i wanna kickback with jean and marco and co?????
yeager: nobody!! iâm just telling u to get dressed!! love u ill be there soon đ„łđ„ł
He starts doing his laundry whenever you do yours. Partially to annoy you, partially because itâs somewhat more efficient that way, and partially because heâs watching you like a hawk to make sure he doesnât mess up his own clothes lmfao
Heâll roll weed for you only if you promise to share a joint with him, and donât flake!! Heâll catch you in your sleep if you flake, he knows where you live.
When you both come home kinda drunk after a night out, he always dramatically tells you goodnight and to âget home safe,â even though âgetting home safeâ means walking from the living room down the hall to your room.
Tells everyone youâre the best roomie anyone could ask for, and does a not so humble brag about all his favorite roommate qualities that you exude.
If he has a little crush on you, heâll try not to make it obvious; and truthfully, he doesnât act all that different, except now maybe he finds more excuses to touch you and tries to up the romance when you two âhang outâ together.
He starts looking (staring) at you more, and is always embarrassed if you ever catch him. I donât think that he would ever tell you unless he was 120% sure you liked him back, because that would lead to a really awkward living situation if you rejected him, or if he made you uncomfortable with his feelings.
But if you do like him back, once again, few things will change: itâs just that now, heâll sneak into your room in the middle of the night for cuddles, and youâll get a kiss on the forehead for cooking him dinner <3
#anonymous#ladies and mistakes i love him dearly i do i mean it#eren x reader#eren jaeger x reader#eren fluff#aot x reader#alright that's enough#eren.ask#minicanons
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ive been neglecting my inbox so im answering all the asks rn. sorry...if youâve been waiting for a response.
yes go ahead!! Also ik it is hard to access my FAQ from the app but btw this is in my FAQ its very comprehensive because I get this type of ask a lot LOL. dw itâs not annoying though its easy to answer and Iâm glad ppl like my art enough to use it and also care abt crediting!! its in my faq not because i dont like to answer but more so u guys dont need to ask LOL
thank you!! I dont see much infinity train content ever either. when i was making infinity train fanart everyday i felt like i was on an island LOL...
honestly I feel like cahiers are decent with posca because theyre not really absorbent and posca marks tend to sit on the page as opposed to soaking through anyways. umm i wouldnt like... use it to do a whole posca piece or anything but i use poscas just for pops of color in my sketchbook pretty often and it holds up ok. sometimes u can see the shadow of the color through the paper bc its thin but thats mostly it. i took pics of some sketchbook pgs and how the back of the page looks so you can see for yourself ( cw for bakudeku LOL ) ...theres a lot of like.. normal brush pen ink and india ink that penetrates the paper more like even compared to the black posca
thank you!!!! I love drawing assorted cephalopods... their proportions remind me of drawing digimon characters LOL.
not right now u_u Iâm busy.... but you can always email me at [email protected] to check abt it! sometimes i will do commissions even if im busy because it sounds cool LOL...
lol thank you!! idk if i ship(?) them either but its interesting to think about!!! theyre funny characters to bonk together and i feel like most fanart ive seen doesnt address how funny their relationship could be if it were more exploratory i guess
yk that scene is kind of a meme now but it like genuinely still makes me emotional. when colette makes lloyd promise not to tell the others at the end it breaks my heart
yeah here you go
I feel like Iâve probably talked about this before in another ask post but i dont really think about style because its one of those things that artists should try to change depending upon intention, what youâre drawing and what you want to communicate etc. what people often recognize as style are quirks that an artist maintains throughout changing their subject and approach.....ANYWAYS. thats all to say my style probably just comes out of normal stuff like looking at other art and thinking âI want to do thatâ or trying out different mediums and methods and settling with whatever feels the best LOL. Itâs always changing & growing! Because Iâm always learning new stuff!
Theres a lot! I really like the scene when daisukes lying awake in bed thinking abt how kenâs heartbeat felt. And the scene when they have a sleepover and ken wakes up first and looks over to daisuke sleeping LOL idk subtle stuff you can read very clearly as like burgeoning queer moments.. theyre recognizable from my own queer childhood and i love that in a kids anime. also at the end of the series when theyre fighting the final boss dude and ken grabs daisukes arm to ask him to jogress but hes shivering and daisuke just turns to say âyoure shaking....â and in revenge of diaboromon when ken goads daisuke into endurance running by taunting him about soccer LOL (jock romance). but one i rly want to mention is theres this youtube video about how ken and daisukeâs honorifics change over the course of the series and how significant it is when they switch over to first name basis and honestly i think about it a lot THEY HAVE GREAT SCENES!! I love ken and daisuke
wow!! thats rad... the sad truth is its just my name with like a shitton of letters taken out. sometimes i abbreviate it even further as mrz and i think to myself haha ... mister z.
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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.
pairing: âbadboyâ jk x âshy/reservedâ oc
warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral
word count: ~6.3k
a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33
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Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each otherâs company at your own sweet pace.
Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. Youâd ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.
On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things arenât going well with her on again, off again shitty âboyfriendâ.
Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.
Kira who doesnât fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though itâs been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues sheâs been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours youâve been pouring into your application for your client.
It doesnât bother you that Jungkook hadnât asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, heâd told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. Youâll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.
Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But itâs been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what youâd say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.
He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:
Jungkook: baby
You: hi
You: everything ok?
Jungkook: no, jooâs bf is a fkin asshole
Jungkook: sheâs sleeping
Jungkook: miss u
You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?
He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you donât question it. After all, youâve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and itâs dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your managerâs manager because you had missed a step.
It pulls a soft laugh from him.
âJungkook,â You say quietly, âDo you want to talk about it?â
âI donât even know what to say,â Jungkook sighs, âSheâs just⊠Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He wonât commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when itâs good, itâs really good. But when itâs bad, itâs awful. I wish sheâd fucking see it for herself. I donât know what to do anymore, baby.â
âOh, baby,â You murmur, wishing you could hug him, âAll you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. Sheâll come around soon, hopefully. Itâs hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.â
âI hope so, too,â Jungkook says, âSheâd love you, you know?â
âWho wouldnât?â
âDonât get a big head,â Jungkook chuckles, âMaybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.â
âReally? You want me to meet your older sister?â You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, âThatâs serious.â
âI told you, baby,â Jungkook soothes, âIâm serious about you.â
âYeah. Seriously crazy about me,â You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, heâd flick your forehead.
âItâs true,â He murmurs, âMaybe I can see you this weekend?â
âYeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,â You reply, âLet me know if you need anything. Iâll drop stuff off, just tell me.â
âI will,â Jungkook promises, âSleep well, I miss you.â
âSleep well. I miss you.â
***
Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed heâs been the last few days.
You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty
Jungkook doesnât know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)
Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than youâd like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that youâll be up in a few minutes.
Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.
There wasnât a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.
Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one heâs been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didnât give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that youâll look gorgeous, but still.
Maybe Jungkookâs nerves shouldnât be this intense, but he canât help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.
How ironic.
âHello,â You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, âWow. You werenât kiddingâŠâ
His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but itâs unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. Itâs still soft, as it always is.
âCome in, baby,â Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, âYou must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?â
âShut up,â You mutter, cheeks heating up, âDonât get a big head.â
Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.
This isnât the first time youâve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.
You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. Thereâs not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe youâre distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and youâre probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).
A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.
âThanks for the roses, baby,â Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. âSurprise. Do you like it?â
âUh,â You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. Heâs careful not to touch your face. He doesnât want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.
âI know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,â Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, âYouâre pretty.â He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.
Jungkookâs mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.
You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. Heâs wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you werenât already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.
Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, heâd opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.
Your knees are weak, theyâve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.
The purple hair. The piercing. Heâll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you canât help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-
âSeriously? Right in front of my dinner?â Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jiminâs voice.
âI- I didnât-You-â You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that itâs definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. Youâre certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. âSorry Jimin, I didnât mean to. I didnât know, weâll leave-â
Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jiminâs wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds âwell, you didnât ask!â
Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. Itâs not Jungkook, itâs you and your own nerves. Itâs not the first time youâve gone out to dinner with him and itâs certainly not the first time youâve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.
âWhere are we going, baby?â Jungkook asks, looking at you. You donât meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.
âUmm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,â You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why youâre a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesnât mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.
âCan you help me park,â You mumble sheepishly, âI get nervous parking in such tight spaces.â
âYeah, pull over here before itâs impossible to,â Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driverâs seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passengerâs seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.
âYouâre so pretty,â Jungkook murmurs, âSo fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.â You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.
âYou look really good, Jungkook,â You murmur before he kisses you, âI-I really, really like it. A lot.â
He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both arenât pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).
âAre we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,â You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.
âRoadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,â Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, âBut hey, if you wanna give me road head, Iâm not going to complain about it-â
âHa, you would be so lucky,â You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, âCâmon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.â
Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who youâve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-
âYour client sounds pretty demanding,â Jungkook muses, âYou keeping up with it okay?â
âYeah, but Iâm not even an application engineer so Iâm just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, itâs really cool because itâs healthcare specific. So Iâm learning about that sector as well, itâs mostly python but weâve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and theyâre all responding really well to it-â Youâre rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.
Itâs funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didnât need to hear about it. Maybe that was Soraâs subconscious influence on you. Today, you donât think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.
He makes your heart race and heâs sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. Heâs so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You donât even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.
âWhat do you wanna eat for dessert?â You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.
In hindsight, you shouldâve seen it coming-
âYou,â Jungkook says easily, as if heâs talking about the weather.
âCorny,â You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.
He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.
âWanna get outta here, baby?â
âShould I take you home, Jungkook?â You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once youâre both settled in your car.
âDo you want to take me home?â Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.
âI have some wine I think youâd like at my place. I just got it,â You say a little breathlessly, âAnd I have to inspect something, I might need your help.â Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.
âYou donât have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I wouldâve been down regardless,â Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, âWhat do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?â
âYeah, Iâve got a leak alright,â You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, âMy man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.â
âOh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, itâs not like I havenât seen the inside of your bedroom before-â
âWho said youâd get that far?â
âI already did, baby. Did you forget?â Jungkookâs smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think heâs about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.
But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. âI sure didnât forget, and I know you didnât either.â
You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.
Jungkookâs hands are on your hips even as youâre fumbling with the keys to your front door. Heâs a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkookâs lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, itâs difficult for you to focus.
So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. âCanât open the door, baby?â Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.
âItâs not my fault you canât keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!â
âYou like it,â Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.
When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. Youâre not particularly hungry, though you wouldnât mind eating and youâre sure Jungkook wouldnât mind either.
Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. Itâs what youâve always wanted and never known that you needed.
âMissed you,â He breathes into your hair. Even if heâs been with you for the last few hours⊠You understand him. It feels like youâre both making up for lost time. For time that you couldâve spent together, rather than apart.
âMe too,â You murmur, âCan you take this to the couch, honey? Iâll bring the glasses and the wine.â
Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.
âHey,â Jungkook murmurs, âI had a good time tonight, baby.â
âDonât I know it,â You say smugly, âItâs not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-â He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You wouldâve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.
You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. âWhat a precarious position to be in,â You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. Itâs almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.
You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.
âSo pretty,â Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, âPretty girl, my pretty baby-â
You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.
The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.
âAnd what about you?â You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. âYou look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?â
Jungkookâs cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.
âYeah,â Jungkook nods eagerly, âYeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.â
âA-and your hair,â You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, âI love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?â
Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.
âTake me to my bedroom,â You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.
Itâs definitely not the first time youâve had Jungkook in your bed (or that youâve been in his bed). Itâs not the first time youâve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. Itâs not the first time heâs seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).
By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.
It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.
Heâs golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.
But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.
âWhat did I tell you,â Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.
âYouâll have to remind me,â You breathe.
âTold you to slow down, baby,â Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. âImpatient girl.â
âYou say that like a bad thing-â
âAnd you talk so fucking much,â Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but heâs quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.
âLift your hips,â Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. Itâs easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.
âI really do love this dress, baby,â He says, âMakes your tits and your ass look amazing.â
âTake it off, then. And see the goods up close,â You say, wiggling against his grip.
âI will,â Jungkook says lazily, âDonât you worry your pretty head about it.â Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.
You havenât even had his cock yet, and youâre about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.
âJungkook,â You whine, âPlease, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-â
âSo needy,â Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, ââM needy for you too, baby.â
âYouâre so hard, so big,â You babble, âPlease, want your cock, baby.â
Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. Youâre about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.
It appears heâs impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).
âJungkook,â You breathe sharply, âThere, baby, right there-â You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkookâs groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.
âShit,â You mumble, âFeels so good-â
âSo pretty, baby,â Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, âIâm yours, all yours-â
You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. âMove back,â You say softly, âLay down. Iâm gonna ride you so good, baby.â
Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesnât know where to look, what to do.
He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.
âIâm yours, Iâm yours,â Jungkook mumbles, âWhatever you want baby, Iâm yours-â
âYou talk so much,â You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, âItâs cute.â Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.
His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. âIs this okay?â You whisper, âThis okay, bunny?â
âHarder,â Jungkook groans, âFuck, harder, baby.â
âLike this?â You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.
âYouâre pretty like this,â You say softly, âShit, youâre pretty like thisâŠâ
He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesnât leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.
You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-
âOpen,â You mumble hoarsely, âOpen, bunny.â
Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.
You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.
âFuck,â You mumble dreamily, âYouâre so good, bunny.â
Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkookâs bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasnât wearing a condom and you werenât on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you canât think, not when it feels this good, not when youâve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.
âOh, Jungkook,â You whine, ââm close, Iâm so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-â
âBaby,â Jungkook rasps, âMy pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-â
Tears prick your eyes- itâs easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.
âYou like that, angel? You like being mine?â Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows youâre close.
âOnly yours,â You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that youâre on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.
âJungkook,â You murmur brokenly, âO-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-â You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.
His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. Youâre vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You donât hear anything except for your cries of his name, you donât see anything but him through your blurry eyes.
âBaby,â Jungkook says through clenched teeth, âO-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- Iâm gonna cum, baby, fuck-â
You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. Heâs not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.
âFuck, baby,â Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, âThis pussyâs gonna be the death of me. Whereâd you learn to ride dick like that, huh?â
âIâll never tell,â You mumble, âGimme a kiss.â
And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.
Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkookâs bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.
Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. âWhat are you thinking about, baby?â He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, youâve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When youâre both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.
Thatâs not to say that heâs not vulnerable at other times. But itâs just different like this.
You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and theyâre currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.
âWe just,â You murmur, âWe spent so long being apart. When we shouldâve been together. All because IâŠâ
âStop,â Jungkook says firmly but gently, âDonât do that. Youâre where youâre supposed to be. Weâre where weâre supposed to be.â
âBut we wasted so much time not being together because of me,â You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, âBecause I listened to Sora and didnât-â
âOh, baby,â Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, âThatâs not true at all. Weâre together now, and we both had some growing to do. Thatâs what matters.â
âOkay,â You reply in a strained voice. You donât quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. âDo you feel like⊠we have lost time to make up for?â
âDo you feel like that?â Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, âBecause I donât. I know itâs hard, baby, but you canât beat yourself up for that. Itâs in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. Thereâs nothing to race against, itâs just me and you.â
âIâll try,â You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that youâre tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts donât feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.
Heâs your safe place.
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omg chenrich prompts? hell yeah!! Okay so how about immediately after the council meeting? Steph taking Alex to the hospital because u KNOW its steph who takes her to get treated
As is expected I got a little carried away đ
So this is a bit of a mix between chenrich in the hospital and medical grade painkillers Alex lol
Hope you enjoy!
No one could have prepared them for that community meeting. Steph shook all over just to think of Jed luring Alex into the woods. Of him leaving her for dead in some awful mining hole.
It made her so furious. Even hearing him cry, blabbering like a sad shadow of the man she'd known (the man that was all a charismatic lie, showmanship, to hide the disgusting truth) her anger, her hurt was too fresh for the girl to gather any sort of sadness for him.
"I'm sorry, Ryan," Alex repeats, standing at the bar with them.
Ryan is staring, speechless, at his father's crying shadow.
"I'm so sorry-" she tries to take a step forward, but her feet falter, and Alex nearly topples over to the ground, grunting in pain as Steph jumps to hold her elbow and help steady her into the floor once again.
"Fuck, Alex, you need a doctor." Steph insists. But Alex is looking at Ryan with so much concern that she can't get her to move.
"It's not your fault, okay?" Ryan finally speaks, breaking out of whatever haze he'd been in to look back at her, "It's not your fault. I just- need a moment to process all this. Go with Steph, you're hurt."
Alex finally looks at her then, and Steph can feel herself plead with her eyes - because she might not know a lot about these sorts of injuries but she's smart enough to know - just by the way she's swaying back and forth on unsteady feet - they probably have another minute, at most, before Alex collapses.
"You did it." Steph mumbles, voice filling with unbridled pride as well as urgency, touching down Alex's arm to hold her cold hand, "You did it, ok? You can settle down now."
Her brown eyes are hazy, blinking back to Steph with rapidly heavying eyelids.
"Good. That's- That's good." Alex slurs back, the last reminiscent of adrenaline leaking out of her body in a heavy huff, "very, very good-"
Steph barely has a second to process what is happening before Alex's body gives out. By some miracle, she's able to flip her arms around her shoulders just fast enough to stop her from falling to the ground.
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Pike helps her take Alex to the local hospital before going back to deal with Jed's arrest.
It's a small hospital and probably has about ten rooms, but given that these sorts of things (bad things) rarely ever happen in Haven Springs, they're quickly given a private room, and Alex is just conscient enough (before she passes out from the painkillers) to tell the staff she could stay.
Steph doesn't think she would have left either way. Not without knowing Alex was alright, but it's good to have permission to sit by her as she fluttered in and out of drug-induced, heavy sleep.
The doctor had given her the run-down of the other girl's injuries. Five broken ribs, stage two trauma to the head - probable concussion to be assessed once she was more awake - a punctured lung, internal bleeding all around the ribcage, and a bullet wound to the shoulder.
She was an absolute mess of scars. A walking, breathing miracle.
Steph had heard the doctor talking to the police when she stepped out to get some snacks at the vending machines. "She should be dead." He said, with such conviction and surprise, it made her stomach turn.
Steph felt that she could do nothing but sit by Alex's sleeping form, slowly realizing that she was absolutely screwed. Because she already liked this girl way too much - and God, what a roller-coaster of emotion she'd been put on the last month - but how could she not? When Alex just waltzed into everyone's lives like this determined, selfless little light? When she was so obviously a rare soul, made of so much sweetness, and softness, and strength, Steph doubted she'd ever come across someone like her again?
Looking at the circumstances from the other side now, it seemed as inevitable as any of it.
"I can feel you thinking." Alex's voice startles her out of her thoughts. Steph looks up to meet her tired brown eyes, looking so soft and vulnerable without her glasses and surrounded by clean hospital sheets, "You've been broody lately."
Steph giggles, choking on her own emotion, "Guess I'm still mad about Jed." It's not a lie. She is upset. But there was a lot more than that, more about how her insides swelled with emotion when Alex looked at her - but she leaves it the way it is.
"I forgave him." She shrugs. And Steph knows she did, she was there after all, but that didn't mean the drummer was quite as ready herself.
"Well, I didn't." And maybe that makes her childish - resentful - but she can't take the image of him pointing a gun at Alex out of her head. The image of him pulling the trigger, sending her off to what could very well have been death - "at least you made him cry like a baby."
"Jerk." Alex smiles, eyes squinting back at her in humorous indignation before they slowly turn more vulnerable as she adjusts herself on the mattress, patting the empty space beside her body, "Can you- come lie down with me?"
There's nothing, truly, that Steph would have liked more. She would take any chance of being closer to Alex (and of getting off the uncomfortable hospital chair) but she was also still afraid - still scared something might go wrong and they'd lose her. "Are you sure? You're hurt."
"Please?" Alex pleads, blinking back at her with honest-to-God puppy eyes, even if still a little glassed-over from the amount of Vicodin they were pumping into her veins. For the umpteenth time in the past few days, Steph has even more confirmation that she is screwed.
Because, honestly, there's nothing Alex couldn't get her to do with just a slow blink of her brown eyes.
So she gets up and climbs into bed with her. It's incredibly tight for two people, and they are instantly pressed together as Alex scoots over the pillow so they can look at each other, alone in this hospital room that smelled like industrial-grade detergent.
Alex reaches forward and takes her cheeks between her palms, so very close Steph can't help but catalog all the cuts and bruises covering her face.
"You're so pretty." The girl says, finally, and Steph can hear the tiny slur in her voice. She's probably still drunk on a shit ton of medicine, but it does nothing to stop the drummer from blushing profusely, "you're, really, really pretty. Have I told you that?"
"Hm- yeah you sorta- do that when you're on painkillers." Steph comments, and her eyes can't help but fall to Alex's mouth.
She has a tiny cut on her lower lip, and Steph's fingers itch to touch it. To feel her skin again, like that night on the roof, when she felt so warm and tingly, like a live wire of electricity that could swallow Steph whole. For now, she holds her distance.
"But it's true." Alex pouts, "and you're really hot when you're protective too."
Now that- that was different from anything she'd said before. And when she looks up, the girl realizes Alex's eyes have turned to stare at Steph's lips too.
"Yeah?" She asks, a little too cocky given the situation, but oh well, you can't blame her for the swell of pride that takes over her chest.
"Yeah." Alex teases back, "Thank you. For taking care of me. For being mad at Jed for me- even if you can't do anything about it." Her tone turns sincere, and her eyes flutter everywhere but Steph's face, Alex's dead giveaway that she was trying to hold something back.
"Oh please, I'll rip his mustache off." Steph jokes, because it's her default strategy when she doesn't quite know what to do, "You have lost your right to upstanding citizen facial hair, sir!"
"Fuck, Steph, don't make me laugh." Alex says as a few stolen giggles escape her lips, creating ripples across her shattered chest that made her hiss with pain.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Steph apologizes, and on instinct, she leans closer to run her hands over Alex's arm in reassurance, holding the weight of her body above Alex with her elbow.
From this angle, they were even closer, and Steph was staring at her from above, watching Alex smile at her, head on the pillow and a half-lidded, humorous expression on her face.
"Oh, this is nothing. Just a few cuts compared to my fighting days." She jokes, and Steph's heart is filled with so much concern, so much love for this girl she can't help but fluster with anger.
"Shut up. You're gonna hurt yourself if you don't take it seriously." Steph says, "you're like, seriously hurt, Alex, you could have died."
Steph wants to ask, but Alex's free hand reaches forward and pulls her closer, fist tightening around the collar of her button-up shirt, and suddenly they are so close her hand shakes with the itch to touch her, "See? Protective Steph is so hot."
"I know. I'm sorry." Alex has the decency to look reprimanded, smoothing one hand over Steph's shoulder in a simple act that sends calming waves over Steph's flushed skin, "I'm okay. I promise" she's being sincere, Steph knows she is by the way she frowns slightly in concern. However, there's a quiet, teasing smile spreading across her face.
And Steph honestly used to think she was smooth.
She made girls blush by the minute. Awoke the bisexuality in at least a few of her drunk makeouts on the way from California to here. She used to be a real flirt, ready for anything a pretty girl could throw her way. But sitting here, with her torso half hovering over Alex Chen's body, her tongue feels heavy, and her brain can't conjure a single thing to offer in response.
It's at least a relief that she doesn't say anything, because a second later, Alex is smiling at her with her coy, knowing little smirk, and pulling her in for a kiss.
Steph is far too focused on not crushing her further, very deliberately placing her hands on both sides of her head to better hold her weight, but she still feels the strong, dizzying zap of electricity as Alex's lips touch hers, her lungs filling with liquid, warm waves of emotion.
And maybe, Steph thinks, it'd be fine if she never breathed air again.
#chenrich fanfic#send me chenrich prompts#i dare you#chenrich#alex chen#alex chen Ă steph gingrich#steph gingrich
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i like how u write Shigaraki đłâ€ can u do maybe some bully reader with a sprinkle of virgin!shiggy hehe đ„° reader can be dom or sub its up to you!! â€
AH iâve been meaning to check my inbox but ommmg this motivates me so much, thank you ! <3 I decided to do some dom reader - hope its ok!
âš paring â Virgin! Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! ReaderÂ
âš warnings â Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, slight mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, cum denial, begging
PART 2
Shigaraki slumped into the ground, his back against the now wet wall. It hasnât even been 3rd period yet and you already completely ruined his day. You and your group of followers threw water at him, something about him smelling bad. His papers and books were thrown out of his bag, soggy and falling apart from the water poured on them and his favorite hoodie now uncomfortably wet.Â
Shigaraki would already be late to class by now so he didnât bother to scurry off like your friends did when they heard the late bell for class. You walked a bit behind them, turning your head back at him a few times before completely disappearing down the hall.Â
Shigaraki wasnât sure what he did for you to hate him so much. It was almost like you were out to get him since day one. And of course, you being so popular, it made him the school outcast, well, even more of an outcast.
He tried everything â ignoring you, doing everything you asked him, even trying to fight back. The last try left him with a sprained wrist and bruised cheek. So in the end, everything left him either humiliated, damaged, or hurt.Â
He finally stood up as he heard footsteps from a hall monitor coming down the hall he was in, grabbing his backpack that contained the remaining contents of his school stuff before running off into a nearby bathroom to hide. Luckily, nobody was there to see how disheveled he looked.
Shigaraki took off his hoodie, thankfully the hoodie was thick and caught most of the water, leaving his long sleeved undershirt a bit damp but nothing he couldnât handle for the rest of the day. He set everything wet under the hand drier, letting the hot air dry them a bit.Â
As he dried his face, something at on the floor caught Shigarakiâs eye. It was a small piece of paper that was also damp. He picked it up confused, did it fall out of his hoodie pocket?Â
ââShigaraki, meet me in room 204 after school today. Be there.ââ He could read out from the smudged, running ink. Shigaraki looked at it confused, yeah it was definitely for him but why? How did this even get into his pocket? Heâs usually always alone, he didnât hang out or spend his school days with anyone.
âHey! Get to class!â The voice of the hall monitor outside of the bathroom almost made him yelp. He stuffed the note into his back pocket, grabbing all his stuff that was thankfully a bit more dry before leaving.
You eyed Shigaraki from across the cafeteria, a small smirk tugged your lips as you saw him pull out the tiny piece of paper for the 12th time that lunch. A wave of satisfaction overcame you every time you saw his eyebrows furrowed at the paper.Â
You tried to make the note as vague as possible, you could tell from the confused look on his face that he didnât have a clue on who sent it. Just how you wanted it.
You turned your thoughts back to your friends, mixing your laughter with theirs. You had no idea what they were laughing at. These people are assholes, why do you hang out with them again? A small boy whimpered on the floor, his food spilled all over his body. Oh, that's why. Like hell youâd be on the receiving end of their bullying.
Itâs not like you felt bad. School was a hierarchy, these poor people were just at the bottom. When you first got here, you quickly rose to be at the top. Not like you expected to be anything less. You held yourself to a high standard, of course youâd be at the top.
So it made you sick seeing how some of these people held themselves, especially Shigaraki. He looked and smelled like he only showers every other day, he alternated between 2 hoodies each week, did he even bother to wash them?
He barely talked to anyone, usually playing some videogame on his phone. Does he not care about himself? Well maybe that was why you targeted him, you just wanted him to be better. Nothing else.
Then you noticed how much of a pervert he was. If a girl was ever near him, his eyes would automatically shoot to their chests before awkwardly shifting away from them. In P.E, you found it funny how heâd try to hide his boners after seeing all the girls in their shorts. How gross, heâs a horny little virgin.
You almost felt bad, maybe if he smelt better, maybe if he wore better clothes, maybe if he just tried to take care of himself. It was no surprise that he wasnât getting chicks. But then again, he didnât look too confident in anything. Yet alone girls.
Thatâs when you had came up with a plan. Youâd sleep with him. Donât get it wrong, you had dignity. If it was anyone else, youâd probably make fun of them even more, maybe even expose their perverted behavior.
But Shigaraki looked so helpless, if he kept up with this heâd never get better. Maybe heâd become desperate enough to start touching girls on the train to school, how disgusting.
You were doing everyone a favor. This is just charity work.
âHey.â Shigaraki jumped, what? He was even more confused then before, you? Why would you send him a letter to meet him alone after school? He stayed quiet, he backed into a desk as he heard the click of the door. Locked, shit, you locked the door. You probably were gonna beat him up, usually youâd have other people pick on him, was today finally the day youâd take more action?
âStop sweating, Iâm not here to do anything bad.â You walked in front of him, Shigaraki would be lying if he said he wasnât terrified. âUm â why.. why did you want to meet me?â Shigarakiâs voice cracked and you almost laughed, has he ever even been alone in the same room as girl?
You decided to be blunt, there was no sugar coating what was about to happen. âYouâre a virgin right, Shigaraki?â You brought your hands to the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning your top.
Shigaraki immediately felt himself starting to get hard at the sight of your bra. âWhatââ You rolled your eyes, doesnât he get it? How dense can he be? âJust answer me.âÂ
Shigaraki felt so humiliated, this was honestly worse then all the bullying he experienced from you. He has to admit to his bully that heâs a virgin, or better yet, that heâs never even gotten close touching a woman.
He couldnât lie, I mean look at him! The most action heâs gotten was those JOI videos heâd watch late at night. âYeah..â He whispered enough for you to hear, just incase anyone else was hiding in the room. â..Why?âÂ
A smirk spread across your face, just like you thought. His red face was honestly so enjoyable to see, almost just as enjoyable as seeing him try to hide how hard he was.
âI know youâre hard, Shigaraki.â Your hands moved to his crotch, palming him. âAh, ah! Wait! Iâmââ Holy shit, did he cum? Just from a bit of palming?
Your hands retracted from the damp fabric, âGod, how pathetic can you be?â Shigaraki lowered his head, you didnât want to know. Youâre the first girl to ever touch him, he didnât want to come that fast!
âIâm sorry! Please.. Iâm still hard!â Now heâs begging? He was ready for you to laugh at him and leave him a gross mess. He would understand.
âTake it out.â Shigaraki could cry right there, you were serious! He didnât know what made you want to do this now but he didnât care. All that matterâs was you wanted to fuck him.
His mind flooded to what you guys could do, would you rub his now exposed dick? Would you take it in your mouth? Better yet, what could he do to you? Heâll learn quickly, he just wants to touch your boobs!
Suddenly, he was on the floor. He couldnât even process what was going on before you straddled him. Weâre skipping straight to it? This wasnât necessarily what he saw in those porn videos but thatâs okay. His hands moved to your chest, he saw this in the porn videos too! But your hand slapped his away, âDonât touch me. You still stink.âÂ
He frowned but it was quickly gone as he felt you lower yourself on him. Shit, shit, shit, heâs inside you! Inside a pussy! You already started moving and Shigaraki already lost it. This was better than what he could ever imagine!Â
You smirked at the scene, its barely been a minute and heâs out of it. His eyes were rolled back and he was moaning louder than you! You had to admit though, you were a bit surprised he even got past 30 seconds of being inside of you.Â
âMhmmâ m...mommy!â Now you could laugh, âMommy? Really Shigaraki?â Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes, you werenât sure if it was from your words or the pleasure but you preferred if it was from both.
âIâm sorry! Itâs justâ ah!â You angled yourself to hit deeper, âNo, no, Shigaraki. Go ahead. I shouldâve known youâd be into something like that.â His moans filled the room, you were lucky this hallway was always empty after school was done.
You felt him begin to twitch, already knowing heâs about to cum. Eyes narrowed down at his messy face, heâs trying to cum inside you without you knowing?Â
You stopped moving and brought him up so he wasnât laying down anymore, âYâknow, for a virgin Iâm a bit impressed.â Shigaraki whimpered when he felt you get off of him, the feeling of your warm cunt no longer around him.
âWait! Please, pleaseâ I wasnât done!â He whined watching you put your panties back on and button your shirt back up, âYou were about to. You think I want your battery acid cum touching me?âÂ
Snickering as he heard his desperate whimpers begging you to finish him off, an overwhelming feeling of power filled you. A fake annoyed sigh caught his attention, âTake a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for godâs sake. If you doâ âYou brought yourself to his level on the floor, âI might let you touch me.âÂ
Shigaraki nodded furiously, âYes! I promise! I will, I will!â You turned and unlocked to the door to leave, catching one more look at his messy state. A sigh was let out of you as you closed the door, the sounds of him moaning âmommyâs pussyâ as he finished himself off, made you giggle. How sad.
You rolled your eyes, clicking heels down the hallway. You mightâve just created a new problem for yourself.Â
#shigaraki x reader#tomura shiragaki#bnha x reader#dom reader#sub shigaraki#mommy#tw humiliation#tw degradation
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Fights Every Night
Harry styles x she/her reader
You and H fight cuz u have been distant but ur just having a really hard time.
TW: crying, mentions of yelling, depression, suicidal thoughts, fluff at the end.
No one requested iâm just bored
You are laying in bed staring at the wall as you have been for weeks. You donât know why, your life was going so good, but youâve just been upset. You have a hard time talking about your feelings so you havenât told H. You have been more distant lately, your thoughts eating you alive. You need H to save you from your depression but you canât say anything.You just canât. Harry thinks you're avoiding him cuz you donât want to be his girlfriend. Because of this you have been fighting a lot more. Screaming matches have become normal now..Harry can read you so easily that's why before he comes home you wipe your tears and try to smile. Because of this tho Harry thinks you're fine. You however are dying slowly on the inside.You stand up to look at yourself in the mirror. âMaybe it would be better if I wasnât hereâ You whisper âMaybe if I was dead Harry could find someone better, maybe everyone would be better off, maybe-â Your rant to the mirror that was standing in front of you was cut off by your boyfriend's arms. He had got off work early to talk about what's been up with you but he now sees the answer for himself. Broken sob escapes him. âIs that really how you feel?â he asks, voice breaking. After a minute of him just holding you and you not answering, he adds, âLove,I need you to talk to me. Itâs ok to cry. You're safe in my arms. You can let everything out. I wonât judge you babe.â You canât stop yourself from spilling out everything youâve been feeling and thinking. Violent sobs racking your body as you do so. He pulls you close to him and carries you to the bed. Once you're both comfortable he speaks, âLove, I will help you get through this. You are perfect as you are and I canât live without you. Promise you will try and fight this?â You manage to let out a soft, âI promiseâ before drifting off to sleep in his arms.
#fighting#depression thoughts#tw scuicidal thoughts#sob#love#fluff#harry styles fluff#harry styles#hs#cute
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More Viktor headcanons because Iâm trash for this beautiful man:
There are some Vik/V too... Hope there aren't many errors... anyways. ENJOY.
TIRED BISEXUAL DISASTERâą
We know this already but this guy is H U G E - 6'3, whoopin' healthy 219lbs and bUILD LIKE A TANK.
I think he's around 48-52 years old.
"I can't, I'm old."
Look I know what I said about socks but hear me out... Vik 100% has a collection of those silly ties with cartoon characters like pokemon etc... he likes that blue one with cats best...
He knew V was special when he finished installing their first implant after they first met and shot him with "So, do I get a lollipop for bein' a brave patient, doc?" with that cheeky smirk of theirs... even if just for shits and giggles Vik actually gave them their lollipop the next time they visited his clinic. "Fine, you my fave doc now, won't go anywhere else."
He has Hamsa and evil eye tattoo on his left pectoral, Misty told him that it meant protection from evil and he thought it fitting as a symbol of starting his career as a ripperdoc - he saves lives after all.
Viktor smokes. Not very often, sometimes he can go several days without cigarettes but if the day at clinic is hard or gods forbid he lost a patient... he smokes like a chimney. By some mysterious coincidence he started smoking even more when V came along. I wonder why?
He genuinely enjoys V's company. He LOVES when they just sit at the clinic and talk or even just sit in silence. Their presence is really refreshing for this old doc.
Once Viktor, Misty, Jackie and V went to actually eat IN the restaurant. Misty and Vik casually sat and talked but, of course, Jack and V had a sword fight with chopsticks and Vik asked the waiter for two regular menus and for two menus for kids. After V called him "dad", "pops" or... wait for it... "daddy" for the rest of the evening, Viktor never made the mistake of going out to eat with V. Both V and Jackie still bring it up sometimes much to doc's dismay. Takeout is much safer option now.
Guess who is the one to always pick up horrendously drunk merc duo at 4am in the middle of the week. Yup. It's Viktor. Usually they wait for him outside, sitting on the pavement, arms on each others shoulders, singing love songs. Sometimes they burst in tears when they see Vik "coz youre the best friend I've had Viky", "yea, doc, there no other like ya".
Dad jokes. That's it.
UNGODLY ALCOHOL TOLERANCE. THIS MAN CAN DRINK AND DRINK AND DRINK AND SAY HES JUST TIPSY. Jackie? Under the table. V? Babbling something about "hopin' there is real afterlife" while hugging toilet bowl. Viktor? Checking if Jack still breathes and holding V's hair if necessary. "Amateurs" he thinks.
One of his most beloved possessions is a teddy bear. A gift from V. A they had put it "for caring for people around you and so you don't feel too lonely here in clinic and, well, for being you". Little fluffy fella has a special place in Vik's heart as well as on his couch right beside the boxing gloves.
No one keeps secrets like he does.
He takes GREAT pride in being the only person who knows V's real name.
Also he's the person who saw V at their most vulnerable. Bleeding, bruised, beaten, drunk, crying.
As true to their promise as they are, he thinks V's loyalty is amusing and rather sweet but also dangerous bUT V JUST WON'T GO TO ANY OTHER RIPPER. Found some new chrome somewhere else? They bought it and had it delivered to Vik's. Small repairs? Go to Vik's. Bleeding out somewhere in Pacifica? Go to Vik's. He swears he will strangle them himself one day.
Nicknames. Doll, Sweetheart, Champ, Captain, Big Guy, Charmer, Knock Out, Honey, Sweet pea, Cupcake, Pumpkin... I COULD GO ON FOREVER.
Usually it's Misty to find him sleeping on his desk but when it's V and Jack... well... let's say sharpie can be pain in the ass to wash off from your face.
Jackie got him pink gauges with daisies. As a joke. HA! Jokes on you Jack. He wears them. P R O U D L Y.
My man loves whisky. Nothing like late friday evening and a glass of liquid gold with ice.
Once, when V was keeping him company at clinic after he closed, he tried to be smooth (we all know the way he moves with that chair on wheels of his)... long story short he misjudged the distance from chair and he fell on his ass with a loud *T H U D*. He sat like that for some time. "Oh my god! Vik, are you ok?" "Yeah, yeah, just... give me a moment..." And that was the end of "Smooth Vik".
Officially Misty is his emotional support spiritualist. Unofficially V is his emotional support idiot merc, but also, like, the cause of most of his frustrations. JESUS V TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF IS THAT YOUR ARM THAT YOURE CARRYING IS THAT ANOTHER BULLET WOUND FOR FUCKS SAKE HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE ILL KILL YOU MYSELF I SWEAR. Smeone just give him a hug please.
#victor vector#viktor vector#viktor vektor#victor vektor#cyberpunk 2077#misty olszewski#jackie welles#v
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my all ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader
summary:Â âhey could i do a fic request for an x spencer? could u maybe do something with really touchstarved spencer (bc germaphobia) and him being at first too awkward to go n cuddle and then as he gains more confidence he gets much more touchy and huggy and stuff? and reader being shocked by how cuddly he is? plzplzplz? its totally ok if u dont write it but just wanted to send in the request!â 2689 words
a/n: i hope i did this justice! i love spencer reid!!!!!!!!!
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Spencer first realised how much he loves your touch after a case where he put himself directly in danger.
You ran up, flung your arms around him and pulled him against you so tightly he felt winded.
He was shocked, stunned, and everything in between, but the most important thing is that he hugged back. It felt natural, the right thing to do, and his arms felt so snug and perfect around you his heart stuttered.
You pulled back, noticed his expression, and winced despite his reciprocation, âSorry. I just. You couldâve died, you moron. You scared me.â
All he did was give you a breathless smile and with a squeeze of his shoulders you let go, allowing him to get checked by a medic.
Spencer struggled to sleep on the jet home, plagued by the thoughts of you - you with your arms around him, how much he enjoyed how it felt.
It felt⊠wrong to like it as much as he did. Like, in theory, enjoying your physical touch went against his moral code â as a germaphobe, the thought of having to come into contact with anyone in any way makes him want to vomit. But, with you?
You smelt so good, even after running for God knows how long. You were so soft, yet so firm, so warm and welcoming and dear God Spencer has never wanted to touch every inch of someone so bad in his life.
The case was a rough one, so Garcia was waiting for you all with loving eyes and a pitiful smile, arms wide open for whoever may need it. Spencer instantly decides no thanks, but you swoop in and cuddle up to Garcia within seconds of seeing her.
You even place a series of kisses against her cheek, and Spencer is transported back to your hug.
If he was more like Garcia, open to any form of love as long as itâs love, would you have kissed him like that?
His pulse quickens, palms get sweaty and he has to clear his throat to bring himself back to Earth.
He canât afford to think like that.
But your lipsâŠ
No. Paperwork? Letâs do that and not think about a colleagueâs lips.
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Youâre furious.
You told Spencer to wait for backup, to not do anything stupid or irrational and definitely do NOT go in there alone, genius!
And what did he do?
He didnât wait for backup, did something very stupid and irrational, and definitely went in alone.
And now heâs dealing with a hefty concussion and flurry of other injuries; cuts, scratches, and bruises alike all dotted over him like heâs a connect-the-dots drawing.
The second he wakes up, youâre gonna kill him.
For the time being, youâll gently thread your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, and watch his chest rise and fall to ensure heâs alive and breathing.
âMmm,â A groan, âThat feels nice.â
His eyes flutter open. You lean towards the table next to him, pick up the bottle of water and the jello cup, and offer him both.
âThanks,â He says, hoarsely.
You sit back in your chair. Spencer doesnât take his eyes off you once. Not when he drinks the whole bottle of water, or when he cracks open the jello and inhales it with one slurp.
Your brows furrow.
âYouâre banned from work until youâre fully healed.â
âIâm suspended?!â He guffaws.
âNo,â You shake your head, âIâm personally telling you youâre not welcome back until youâre okay.â
âIâm okay now.â
âDo a backflip, genius.â
Spencer giggles, âI canât do that in peak physical condition, Y/N.â
âSounds like a cop out to me. So, again, youâre banned from work until youâre fully healed.â
He considers fighting back, but then he remembers what you were doing when he woke up, what he felt when he woke up.
He was confused and, you know, in pain, but there was this tender and soft, repetitive touch that immediately eased him. His subconscious knew it was you, in all your glory and sweetness, that had stayed with him for however long, looking after him even when he wasnât conscious to know it.
So he just keeps staring at you, spoonful of jello in his mouth.
+++
When you get to Spencerâs place, he looks around like itâs his first time seeing it â awe and wonder painted on his face.
Everything heâs doing, everything heâs going through, youâre putting it all down to his concussion.
On the way here, he told you the whole history of car air fresheners after taking a good five seconds to get a good sniff of the cherry blossom scent you have.
âLetâs get you settled in, huh?â You say quietly, guiding Spencer to his bedroom. He walks a little like a mummy, kinda stumpy and heavy, and he flops on the bed.
You give a lopsided grin as you watch him. Heâs mumbling incoherently, shuffling up to the top of his bed to fall flat on his back.
He moans.
âAlright, alright,â You placate, âLet me go⊠gather some things.â
You donât know Spencerâs place all that well, so it takes you a while to find even the simplest things like a glass, a flannel, a snack. You get lost in snooping around, trying not to profile him, and the one thing you deduct is his apartment is so him. So Spencer, so lovely and comforting and a little odd.
You canât get enough.
Thereâs a weak call from his bedroom: âY/N?â
âComing!â
He hasnât moved an inch from where you left him. He looks so pitiful, bruised eyes and a cut right through his lip, and you almost coo at him.
âIâm not a good cook, so I thought we could order some food later.â You hand him the water and gesture for him to drink. âIn the meantime, you need to rest. Mind if I borrow a book while I keep you company?â
You turn to leave, but Spencerâs voice makes you pause.
âCould you play with my hair again?â
A part of you wants to say no, like this is some overly intimate thing heâs asking, but then you remind yourself that heâs injured, which has reverted him to acting like a sleepy child.
âPlease?â He looks at you with glassy eyes and he looks adorable, âOnly for a little while.â
You say nothing, sliding into bed next to him. He scoots over a little to make more room for you, curling into you before your back hits the bed entirely. One hand rests above the covers, naturally placed on his arm, thumb smoothing him back and forth. The other, the one wrapped around his head, cards through his lightly tangled hair, all warm and loving.
He falls asleep instantly and, not long after, you fall asleep, too.
You both dream of eachother and wake up blushing.
+++
Spencerâs back in work within four days. Youâre working a new case the second you arrive.
Thereâs been a shift in your dynamic and everyoneâs noticed it. No one questions it, however, because theyâre all aware you looked after him while he was away, and they witnessed how worried you were when you found him, but they canât help but ogle and whisper.
They might be federal agents, but gossip is gossip and they love it.
Youâve noticed it, too, obviously. JJ tried to tease you about it, after Spencer bought you your favourite coffee and morning muffin on the way to the precinct, but you shut her down (and yourself from thinking about it too much) by reminding her you spent several days caring for him. Heâs repaying you, even though youâve told him he doesnât need to.
Ever heard of transference, JJ?
A shiver runs through you as you look into the interrogation room. Itâs not because of the suspect, though, itâs because the AC has been turned up â a tactic Hotch promises will be worth it despite your chattering teeth.
Somethingâs wrapped around you, suddenly, light but cosy and adds some heat to you that you need.
Itâs a cardigan. Grey, much too big for you, the sleeves falling way beyond your arms and length reaching your mid-thigh. Thereâs a little red heart with eyes stitched on the left breast.
Itâs Spencerâs.
âYouâre shivering,â Spencer chastises, seemingly appearing from nowhere, âYou know, when we shiver, itâs our bodies doing the opposite of sweating â it tightens the skin and shakes the muscles, a process that conserves and generates heat. We shiver to get warm. Do you not have a coat?â
âAlright, dad,â You tease, âItâs in the conference room. I wasnât prepared for Hotch to make the unsub an icicle.â
Spencer breathes a laugh, moving closer to reach an arm around you. His other hand presses against your bicep, his grip sturdy as he vigorously rubs up and down your arms to generate heat.
Whoa.
It certainly works. You feel hot, suddenly, but not because of the cardigan or whatever the hell heâs doing, because Spencer has voluntarily touched you and is standing so close you feel like youâre on fire from the inside out. Youâre sure your heart skips a beat and you stare at him in bewilderment.
He shrugs, as if itâs the most normal thing in the world, âMy mom used to do that for me when I was young and got cold. I thought youâd appreciate it.â
You give a shy smile, âYeah, I appreciate it a lot, Spence. Thanks.â
When Hotch leaves the interrogation room, he half-halts when he sees you in Spencerâs cardigan. Itâs the perfect Hotch reaction, combined with the rise of an eyebrow as he walks past you to reconvene with the team.
You donât take it off when you all walk back to the conference room, and Spencer doesnât ask for it back.
Everyone notices. A lot of eye contact is made with many questions silently asked.
You and Spencer pretend not to notice.
+++
Thereâs a knock on your door at precisely 10:12pm. You check because your first instinct is if Iâm about to get robbed, Iâm making sure the timestamps are correct.
Itâs not a robber. Itâs Spencer â frazzled, wrapped up all nice and warm like a pretty present, Spencer Reid.
His nose is slightly red from the biting cold outside.
Leaning against your doorframe, you say, âHey there,â
âHi,â He waves.
You stare for a couple of seconds, then remember the polite thing to do is invite him in: âCome in, come in! Do you want some tea? You look cold.â
âCoffee would be great, thank you.â
You move to your kitchen, not very far from your front door, but Spencer stays put and awkwardly glances around your place. He loves it, he decides. Very you.
You notice he hasnât moved, âMake yourself comfortable, Spence. My cat is somewhere if you want to say hi.â
He slowly moves to your couch, removing his coat, scarf and satchel as he does it. Two drinks in hand, you join him and fling your fluffy sock-clad feet onto your coffee table.
âSo what can I help you with?â You ask.
Spencer takes a sip of his burning drink, âWhat makes you think I want something?â
âWhy else would you be here? You wanna watch Greyâs Anatomy with me?â
Spencer laughs lightly. Youâre right. Heâs here for a reason that isnât to watch TV that he loves to correct with you.
Heâs quiet, then, and does that thing where his tongue flicks out to lightly wet his lips in nervousness.
âSomethingâs been going on.â He starts, ambiguously, âAnd itâs left me asking a lot of questions.â
Your brows furrow. Itâs not like Spencer to be cryptic like this.
âDid it mean anything?â He asks, finally, turning to look at you. âAny of it?â
âDid what mean anything?â
âThe.. the playing with the hair, the over-all gentleness, the cuddling.â
Your shoulders tighten up and you hope he doesnât notice.
He does.
âSpence,â You give a fake laugh, âYou were hurt and I was comforting you. Looking after you. You know, like a friend does.â
âNo one else did as much as you.â
âYou wanted comfort, and Iâm more than happy to provide that, Spence. Everyone else was busy.â
âYou took time off for me.â
You donât have an answer for that.
Youâre trying to keep the conversation light and breezy to not show your true feelings. Youâre not ready for that kind of conversation, but heâs right. You used your vacation days to stay with him and care for him.. and you know you didnât do it platonically.
âYouâre my friend, Spence,â You say, voice soft.
âThatâs it? Thatâs all it was?â He doesnât sound angry, or hurt, maybe peeved. He wonât look you in the eyes, though.
âWhat else would it be?â
Spencer scoffs.
He moves away from you, hands running through his hair in exasperation when he lets out a breath.
âWe cuddled, Y/N. I havenât done that with anyone in-in years! The last person was my mother when I was ten years old!â
âThatâs supposed to mean something?!â
âI-I donât know,â He sounds exhausted, as if the complications of his emotions are taking way too much energy out of him, âBut I really liked it. And I really like you.â
You look at him, then, and heâs staring back. He looks⊠hopeful.
âI really like you, Y/N.â
You swallow deeply.
âI tried to show you with the uh, the cardigan thing,â He scratches the back of his neck, a laugh to mock himself leaving him, âBut Iâve never been good with that stuff.â
He moves closer, shifting to face you, eyes remaining locked with yours.
âSay something.â He whispers.
âI-I-â You stutter, âAre you sure?â
âOf course I am. Iâve spent the last week thinking about it non-stop.â
âReally?â You laugh in disbelief.
âYeah!â He gives a small smile, âI-uh.. wrote to my mom about you, too. She told me that if Iâm this caught up on you, you must be special. Which you are, by the way.â
âIâm special?â You grin teasingly.
âVery special.â
Thereâs a moment where you think heâs going to kiss you, but instead he shyly asks, âDo you feel the same?â
You bite your lip. âI do. Really, I do. Iâm just.. a little apprehensive, I guess.â
âOf what?â
âItâs stupid.â
âNothing is stupid when it comes to you.â
God, heâs so infuriatingly sweet. You wish you could kiss him all over.
You might be able to, if all this goes well.
âI donât want things to be weird if we donât work out.â You admit, adding a shrug to appear casual. Itâs not like youâve worried about this since you realised you liked him.
Spencer tilts his head at you, âYouâre already thinking about a breakup when we havenât even gone on a first date?â
You giggle, which he returns with a smile, âI mean- I like you, Spence, and have for a while. Iâve thought about all outcomes.â
âAll?â
You roll your eyes as he gives you a look, âYes, all. Iâd want us to work out but.. what if we donât?â
He places a now warmed up hand on yours, âWell, we wonât know unless we try, right?â His hold tightens, âIâm willing to give it my all if you are.â
You look from your hands to his face, and decide yes, if thereâs one risk you want to take in your life, itâs a risk that could possibly result in you spending the rest of your life with your favourite person on this planet.
So you nod.
âIâll give you my all, and then some.â
He grins, âThatâs quite the promise.â
You donât reply, instead swinging your legs over his lap and leaning into his side to cuddle up to him. He reciprocates like itâs second nature, hand slipping from yours to wrap around your waist and tug you closer.
âWanna watch Star Trek as a mini first date?â You look up at him through your eyelashes.
You really are perfect for me, Spencer thinks.
âYes. Yes I do.â
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfic#mine#thank u to everyone who has sent a request i promise ive seen it#i kinda hate how the confession is written but im tired n feeling d*pressed and anxious#so take it pls
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Little story for @dragonpro809
I hope you like this I really enjoy the prompt you have me so hereâs some hurt/comfort noms.
(Little background for this- borrowers where recently discovered and are very rare but often are seen as pets and sold to people. Sapnap and George just escaped their cruel owner and are wandering around looking for a safe house.)
(Warning- safe vore donât like donât read)
Dream had decided to take a walk to clear his head. He had to wear sunglasses to hide his eyes, but it was better then being recognized as being a non human. It was just a short walk around the block, pretty boring. He walked past a bush and suddenly heard yelling. He paused and looked around. He didnât see anyone around, and the voices sounded quite. Almost small? He bent down and looked into the bush. There inside the bush was two tinyâs, or as others call them borrowers. He watched in surprise as they seemed to be arguing with each other. He never expected to see one especially in the wild. He carefully moved the bush a little to see better alerting the borrowers to his presence. They looked scared of him and they seemed to be hurt.
âHey youâre ok Iâm wonât hurt you.â He said hoping to keep them calm. They obviously needed help.
The one with darker hair stood in front of on the other. âWhat do you want?â He said clearly frightened but trying to protect the more injured one.
âI would like to help. If you let me Iâll take you back to my house and you can get food and medicine.â He offered. They seemed to consider the offer.
âWhy should we trust you?â The brunette asked.
Dream shrugged. âI donât think youâre just pets. Youâre people who need help. I promise I mean no harm.â He hoped they would willingly come with him. He didnât want to just take them, but he might have to.
They talked quietly with each other he couldnât hear what was said. But it seemed they came to an agreement. They looked back up at him nervously.
âWeâll go with you. But only if you let us go after tonight.â
Dream nodded agreeing. Hopefully he could convince them to say longer. But heâd take what he could get now. âDeal.â He reached for them setting down his hand near them. âGet on.â
They looked up at him and back to his hand. They slowly got on still nervous. He carefully picked them up curling his fingers around them. He stood up with the borrower held to his chest. âIâm Dream by they way.â
Sapnap held onto George as the human slowly lifted them up. He was trying to be brave but this human could be just as bad or worse then they last one. He froze as the human told them his name. âU-um... Sapnap.â He said shakily. George clung to Sapnap hiding his face in his shirt. âAnd this is George.â
Dream nodded thankfully he had their names. âWeâll be back at my house soon.â He was worried about Georgeâs injuries. Dream could tell a human probably had done it. He frowned thinking of who could do that to a person. He quietly walked back home trying to out walk the storm he saw coming in.
Dream very quickly realized he wasnât going to get home before the rain. The air was already chill, the rain would just make it colder. He glanced worriedly at the borrowers in his hands. The cold wouldnât be good for them. An idea quietly popped into his head but it would scare them. A lot. He sighed as it started to drizzle. It would be to keep them safe. Nothing else. He told himself. He paused his walking and brought the borrowers up to his face.
âHey... I need to keep you two out of the rain and I can only think of one thing to do that.â He watched as they nervously looked at him. They both clung to the other.
âW-what is it?â George asked his voice soft. He could feel the cold air making him shiver.
âYou got to trust me on this ok?â He waited for them to nod before answering. âIâm going to eat you.â He said simply.
âWhat?!â Sapnap yelled struggle in Dream hand trying to push George behind him. They shouldnât have trusted this human!
Dream curled up his hand around them so they couldnât fall off. âNo, no hey itâs ok youâll be fine! Look at me.â He said sternly getting their attention. He slowly raised up his sunglasses showing off his softly glowing green eyes. âIâm not a human. Youâll be safe and Iâll let you at as soon as I get back home.â
George gasped as he saw Dreams eyes. He wasnât a human.... he had only heard rumors about other non humans. But that didnât change the fact that he wanted to eat them.
âP-please donât.â He begged. He grabbed onto Sapnapâs arm terrified of what was about to happen. He flinched as a rain drop fell on him soaking him to the bone in cold water.
Dream shook his head putting back in his glasses. âIâm sorry but itâs the best way to protect you.â He didnât waste anymore time as it started to poor down on them. He carefully picked up George easily pulling him away from Sapnap. He felt awful as they screamed for each other.
Dream tilted his head back a little carefully placing George inside. He curled his tongue around him closing his mouth. He cringed at how cold he already was. Sapnap set in shock in his hand as he watched his friend get eaten. Dream made sure to be quick so George wouldnât hurt himself fighting against him. He gently swallowed back George feeling to tiny borrower slip down into his second stomach.
Sapnap suddenly jumped up struggling again as he saw Dream swallow. He had just eaten George! He panicked as Dream reached for him next. âStop! You monster! You ate him!â He cried as Dream picked him up.
âPlease stay still. You wonât be harmed.â Dream said softly, but it didnât seem Sapnap was listening. He needed to get this over with. He put Sapnap in his mouth and did them same with him as he did George. He put up much more of a fight but Dream soon swallowed sending him down to be with George. He rested his hand over where he felt them curl up together. He really felt awful for scaring them so bad, but theyâd be safe he knew that.
He got back home drenched to the bone. He shivered taking off his jacket, sunglasses and shoes. He walked to his bedroom and he set down on his bed. He gently rubbed at the borrowers curled up inside of him. âHey weâre back at my place. You doing ok?â
Sapnap was curled up holding George close. George had passed out soon after he joined him here. Whether or not it was from exhaustion or fear he wasnât sure. He flinched as he felt something rub against him. He realized it was Dream as he heard him speak. He frowned still not happy with the situation. But.... they hadnât been hurt as far as he could tell George and him was the only thing in here. âWeâre fine. George is sleeping.â He said softly not wanting to wake George.
Dream smiled softly hearing this. âDo you want me to still let you out? I donât really want to wake him up.â
Sapnap was going to say he obviously still wanted out. But unfortunately Dream was right, George needed sleep. He hadnât seen him be able to sleep in days. And it wasnât so uncomfortable in here as odd and scary as it was. âNo...... I think weâll stay. At lest till George walks up.â He sighed. George was going to kick his ass later for saying that. âWe are safe here for that long right?â
Dream nodded sighing relieved. âYeah youâll be safe. I promise I wonât let anybody hurt you both.â
Sapnap nodded going to cuddle back up with George. If he was going to be here longer he should get some sleep too. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep next to George curled up in fold of the stomach.
Dream smiled softly at having them close and safe. He knew how hard it was being non human, especially for borrowers. Everything was out to get them. But Dream would keep them safe. He changed into some dry clothes and curled up in his bed watching the rain in the window. He rested a hand protectively over his borrowers. So much for a boring walk. He thought to himself.
#pixies writing#mcyt gt#mcyt g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#borrowers#tw vore#safe vore#giant!dream#tiny!george#tiny!sapnap#g/t#g/t vore#dsmp g/t
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