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zombie-eats-world · 6 months ago
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Literally almost abandoned a nearly 100 chapter on-going work cause of a super long comment ‘review’ pointing out what they saw as a flaw in characterization but was something I’d been setting up in the background for almost 60 chapters. Now I don’t know if the plot twist will even work and I kinda wanted to just delete since fixing the issue would’ve meant rewriting the entire story. I’ve only posted one chapter to it since, it’s just hard to work up the motivation now. It’s been almost two years since I got that very long, comprehensive ‘review’.
I wanna know where people have lately gotten the audacity to leave comments on fanfics talking about how much the fanfic sucked and negatively critiquing an author's fic like it's a published book review.
It pisses me off cause I've seen authors abandoned or delete their fics because of this.
You're getting fanfics for FREE! No one asked for your opinion.
I hope y'all know as authors we get email notifications when you comment so we see EVERY comment that's been left.
We also can see the negative reviews you leave when you bookmark our fics
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caitlynstrophywife · 1 month ago
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Catch me if you can, working on my tan
Pairing: Best friends Dad!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2k
Content warnings: Sherry is Leon's Biological daughter, Leon is in early 40s while reader is a college freshman, unprotected sex (don't follow in their footsteps), piv, oral sex (fem recieving), fingering, slight degredation, dom!leon, sub!reader, use of y/n (not during the smut because that's a turn off), not a lot of aftercare due to almost getting caught, DI Leon is what I imagined making this.
Notes: This is my first smut I've made to post, so please leave constructive criticism in the comments! Likes, reposts, etc. are super appreciated :)
At first, you weren’t that excited to spend your spring break away from college at your new friend Sherry's beach house with her dad, of all people. You were expecting a fun time drinking at parties with your classmates. But she had invited you, and you didn’t want to disappoint your newfound best friend by saying no. Guess that’s the way it had to be, playing Monopoly with her dad and going to sleep at 10 pm. 
Soon, you would come to be grateful for your choice to blow off getting wasted every night, due to your new eye-candy. Sherry’s dad, Leon, was truly a work of art. You first met him as you stepped into his house, suitcase in hand. He was drinking a cold beer in the kitchen, shirtless and skin dripping with water, clearly he had just been swimming in the pool. His body was chiseled; he belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. You probably made a bad impression, stumbling over your words a couple of times. He didn’t seem to mind, thank god.
It had been a couple of days since then, Sherry was out buying groceries for the kebabs you two wanted to make for dinner. You decided you wanted to lounge by the pool, unfortunately, this came with an issue. The only bikini you owned was quite small, a thong, and a strappy bikini top. All you could do was hope Leon wouldn’t come over and judge you for your swimwear choices. You got changed in the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen. What’s the enjoyment of getting your tan up without sucking on a popsicle? 
You kneeled to get to the freezer, cold air hitting your legs as it opened. Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Shit, he was going to see you half ass out. He was in swim shorts, damn, so much for wanting to tan. “Y/N, Hey, do you know where Sherry went?” Leon asked, leaning on the counter beside him. “Oh, uh- she’s out getting food for dinner.” You replied, quickly turning to face him. “Alright… Are you planning on going swimming?” He asked, looking you up and down. It was hard to gauge his expression. Was there a glimmer of desire? Maybe you were delusional. “I was planning on tanning, just getting a popsicle.” You tucked your hair behind your ear. “You know tanning is bad for you, that’s how you get skin cancer, darlin’.” He paused, looking you over again, eyes lingering on your curves. “Why don’t you swim with me?” You were slightly surprised by his request. From his point of view, swimming with a half-naked college girl you barely know? Scandal. You couldn’t resist the offer. “Alright, why not?” You said, standing up and closing the freezer with your foot. “Great,” he started walking to the pool, and you followed behind.
“So, how’d you and my daughter meet then?” He asked, sliding the glass door that led to the outdoor area. “We met in a psychology lecture, and have been pretty close since then.” You half-mumbled. God, your usual confidence was ruined because of this man. “Well, I’m glad she’s found a friend as kind as you, Y/N.” Your heart fluttered slightly. Gosh, No! Think for a second! Imagine if Sherry found out you were into her Dad. 
You both walked up to the pool. The water was clear, it was taken care of well. Leon sat on the edge and let himself down into the water first. “Fuck- it’s cold” He cursed, visibly shivering. “Thanks for the warning,” you giggled, sitting on the edge before slowly lowering yourself in. “Holy shit, it’s freezing” your arms quickly wrapping around yourself to conserve heat. You paddled around, trying to warm up, when you felt an arm wrap around you from the side. Leon's body pressed into you from behind. “Feeling warmer?” He asked quietly in your ear. Feeling his stubble against your jaw. “Uhm- y-yeah,” You stuttered, leaning into his touch subconsciously. This was so wrong, but god, you needed him.
His other hand moved to grope your hip, thumb slipping under your thong string. This only heightened your desire. Fuck it, Sherry doesn’t have to know. You turned around in an instant, crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was a bit messy, driven by pure need for each other. He groaned into the kiss, his hand that was wrapped around your side moving to grip your waist. You wrapped your legs around his hips, locking him in. Cunt grinding against the soft bulge in his swim shorts. Providing a little stimulation to your clit.
After a few minutes of making out, he pulled his face back. “I’m a fit man, hun, but I can’t keep us both afloat forever,” He said, breathing heavily. “Wanna get out?” You offered, and he took this opportunity. He practically dragged you to the pool stairs. Once you both got out, he latched his lips back onto yours. You kept making out as you stumbled past furniture, making your way to his bedroom. Somehow, neither of you had fallen over or crashed into something by the time his bedroom door was kicked open and locked.
He picked you up and laid you down on the bed, showing his pure strength. This turned you on even more. He stood above you, water dripping from his muscular frame. “Wait, Shit- have you got protection?” He asked. “Damn it, no” You huffed. He looked visibly frustrated by this, running his hand through his brown hair as he thought. “Are you on birth control? And are you clean?” He sighed, moving his hand to rub your thigh. “Yes to both,” You replied hopefully. You wanted him. “I’ll get you a plan B later, baby.” He locked his lips onto yours again, just for a moment, before pulling back again.
He slipped his swim shorts off quickly, revealing his half-hard cock. It was on the slightly higher end of average in length. But goddamn; it was thick. It’d surely stretch you out to an extent. He had a neatly taken care of patch of hair leading up to just below his belly button.
He climbed back onto the bed, lips moving to press onto your neck, hands moving to undo the tie on the back of your bikini, peeling it away to reveal your perky tits. “Fuck me, you’re so beautiful” he mumbled, stopping his ministrations on your neck to admire the sight of you. “Let's get that thong off. Tempting me so fuckin’ easy with that shit.” You blushed, raising your hips so he could pull it off of you. He threw it across the room. His thumb immediately moved to press against your clit, you whimpering at the sudden nature. “So wet already, easy as pie,” He chuckled. 
He rotated his hand, shoving two fingers inside your cunt. You moaned, bucking your hips towards him. “So needy…” He mumbled, starting to thrust his long fingers in and out of your tight pussy. He shuffled his body down onto the floor, kneeling before you in front of the bed. Removing his thumb from your clit. “Let me taste you, c’mon baby,” He grunted against the skin of your thigh as he pressed kisses against it. “Please do,” you replied. How more perfect could this man get? Sexy and a munch.
He immediately dove into you, His tongue pressing against your hole as his nose hit your clit at the perfect angle. You moaned, hand quickly moving to grip his soft hair, pushing him deeper into your cunt. He ate you like you were the best meal he’d had in centuries. 
“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum-” You whimpered, gripping his hair tighter. He growled against your pussy, signalling for you to do let yourself tip over the edge. As his fingers hit the spongy part in your pussy in a last thrust you came, grinding against his face. He slurped your release up, groaning in pleasure. As you came down from your high, your hips fell back onto the bed. “You taste so good,” He commented, licking your juices off his fingers.
“Just s-stop teasing Leon; fuck me” You said breathily. “Whatever you say, ma’am,” He replied, standing back up and leaning over you to kiss your cheek. You blushed at this. He affected you so easily. 
He moved on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance and rubbing your hip comfortingly. “Let me know if it hurts, ‘kay?” He said sweetly. “I will,” You confirmed. He slowly slid the tip in. You whimpered in pain by the time he was about halfway in. He was just so thick, almost too much. “You alright hun?” You tightened around him slightly. “S-sorry, just a stretch.” You said nervously, “You can keep going.” He took a moment to check your expression and see if you were truly alright. He then bottomed out. He grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him. You took a minute to adjust to his size. While you waited, he littered your jaw and neck with kisses, maybe a couple of hickeys you’d have to hide from Sherry later. “You can start now.”
He slowly thrusted in and out of you, getting used to the feeling. You whimpered every time his tip hit your cervix, eyes flickering from his face and where you two were connected. He looked into your eyes, your lips crashing again. The kiss was slow, it almost felt loving, filled with passion. You pulled back from his lips after a while of the leisurely sex. “Leon- I want you to go faster,” you whimpered softly. “Yeah? I can do that.” His hips immediately picked up speed, slamming into you now. His hips hit yours hard, making your tits jiggle with every thrust. “Fuckkk baby- you’re so fuckin’ tight around my dick” He moaned, hands gripping onto your hips to keep himself steady. 
His thrusts got harder and harder every time, and you were loving it. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping onto any part of his torso you could reach, fingernails indenting into his back. Let’s just hope you two were finished before Sherry came home and heard the constant slamming of the headboard against the wall. “You like that? You like getting fucked raw by a guy over twice your age? Dirty baby,” He grunted, slamming into you with brute force, somehow harder than before. You would definitely have bruises. “Y-yes, I fuckin' love it!” You tightened around him at his words, bringing you closer to the edge. “You wanna cum again, pretty girl?” He said, his thumb moving to play with your clit again. 
This threw you over the edge, your pussy pulsating around him as you came with a loud cry. He kept fucking you hard through your orgasm, chasing his high. You whimpered as you started to get sensitive, every thrust making you more uncomfortable. “I know- I know baby; i’m almost done” He groaned, fucking you with even more speed, thrusts losing rythm. He soon slammed as deep in you as possible, cumming with a roar of pleasure. You felt your insides become warm with his sticky cum. His muscular frame collapsing on top of you.
After you both came back to your senses he pulled out of you, a mix of both of your releases dribbling out of your sore and bruised cunt. “You’re so heavy- get off,” you complained, trying to push him off. “Sorry, princess,” he groaned, turning over to lie next to you. He wrapped his right arm around your body, relaxing his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you, it’s been a while since I’ve been close with someone like that,” He said softly. “No problem, Mr. Kennedy,” you teased. “You little shi-” His words were quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door to the house shutting. “I’m back, everyone!” You were so fucked.
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marsmaximoff · 6 months ago
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💔; crimson pain -a different kind of blood
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content warning: gn!reader who plays as number 028. (dating) angst. mentions of death, financial struggles, vomit, blood and fainting.
word count: 1935. i got a bit too carried away 😬
author’s note: finally, here it is. i’ve had this idea for so long but the universe wasn’t on my side, it seems. i really wanted to post it sooner 🥲. as always, constructive criticism is welcomed, and i apologize for the mistakes (english is my third language). oh, and tysm for the support on the jun-ho headcanons post! what do you mean over 1000 likes? that is insane 🤧����. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷
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the sugary umbrella lays on your shaky hand, under the excruciating yet unmasked gaze of the soldier. once the ‘pass’ is given, you stand up ready to get out of there. “you made it!” the voice of the one that has become the closest thing to a friend you could have in here relaxes you ever so slightly. “i almost didn’t. can’t believe i’m adding umbrellas to my traumas list.” having chosen the hardest doesn't surprise you much, not with unluckiness being a part of your life since you can remember. “well, im just happy you did. i thought the square was simple, but now i feel like we should have just chosen the triangle instead, you know? take a look at the survivors; most of them chose it and….” his words fade as an eerie feeling takes over your body, like something’s wrong. turning around, you’re met with one of them, staring right at you completely stiff, not even holding the weapon, merely some feet away.
“is he looking at us?” he can sense the uneasiness too, it seems. “let’s just go.” you can still feel his unfamiliar gaze on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
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the doors opening break the silence and the rare calmness of the room. “player 028?” your body freezes completely. a stomach drop follows, and your heart rate skyrockets. no. nonono. you’ve done nothing wrong. is it the dalgona? the figure was perfectly carved out; you made sure of it. are they gonna kill you? two soldiers stand by the entrance, waiting. with a final glance at your friend, who is most definitely thinking the same, you reach the pink guards. you don’t even know what to say, should you beg for mercy? try to stay as cooperative as possible? “be quick.” what? the other one grabs your arm and begins to lead you somewhere. “i-i don’t-” your hands are shaking. “please, i didn’t do anything wrong...” begging it is. “keep. walking.” the words are almost a whisper, tho demanding. a hint of desperation can be heard as well. “okay, okay, ok-” wait. why did those words- no. you’re going crazy. it’s just the anxiety, the fear. 
the stranger takes you to the bathrooms and quickly closes the door. you step back. again. and once more. what now? he wouldn’t shoot you here, right? and why the hell does he look so tense? his hands move to his mask and make it disappear, and with it, the remaining bit of sanity you had.
the nausea from a few seconds ago comes back stronger, maybe you will die today. “jun-ho…” your voice is almost unrecognizable, tho a miracle, given the struggle breathing has become. “what are you doing here?” “i could ask you the same thing.” he’s angry, of course he is, but the hurt in his eyes pains you the most. “no….you need to get out of here.” god. you can feel yourself spiraling. nothing makes sense. “i will. and im taking you with me.” “h-how- when did- i-“ cold sweat has completely taken over your palms. “wait….wait. was it you?…. this morning?” he nods. “i found the damn card they gave you at yours and my brother’s house” what? “in-ho…?” why does everything keep getting worse? “have you seen him?” surely you would remember something like that, “n-no. maybe before the first game…..” you heed your legs’ warning to give up and sit down. “why are you doing this? i dont understand.” it’s not like he could. “they let you out. and you didn’t seek me. you hid yourself. again. i had to learn what was going on from a random man at the station. not you!!” silence between you had never felt this suffocating before, nor the atmosphere so uncanny. “don’t you realize how dangerous this is? they are killing innocent people! haven’t you realized?! 79 have died today. just because of a stupid cookie? what do you think you are doing?! you could have gotten yourself killed! you have no idea how worried i’ve been.” you don’t look at him. this shouldn’t be happening, he wasn’t supposed to find out.
“please, honey. this is insane and you know it. let’s get out of this madness.” the change in his tone of voice is evident, bordering the plea. it’s obvious he’s making an effort to remain calm, to use less confrontational comments. “i can’t.” “yes, you can. we’ll leave the same way i got here, don’t worry. no one will see us.” but you really can’t. you know that well. he sighs, “why didnt you tell me? how could you hide something like this from me? i thought we trusted each other.” 
distress seems to have replaced the blood running through your veins. “i would have helped you, always. i can still do it. if you need money, i’ll give it to you, it’s not a problem.” he keeps going after your negative. “i will. we can find another way-” “there isn't.” “of course there is. i have my savings, we’ll use them. i can ask for a raise. mr kim owes me after all this time. and i could do more hours-”
“its not FUCKING ENOUGH!” the sharpness of your words cuts all over his face. pain flows out, dripping a bloody red. more silence. you could drown in it. well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
“my parents’ house is gonna get seized.” a burning throat accompanies the confession. “i messed up like crazy.” the expected embarrassment doesn’t show up, instead, regret does. “it’s not your fault.” how can he say that? “it is. i got them into this, I'll get them out.” “and you think risking your life here is the only way to do it? thats not true. god, why didn’t you tell me?” you rub your temple. “that doesn’t matter now. you-you need to get out, all this is suspicious.” you are not only trying to avoid the question, the guards could notice at any moment. “i told them you were gonna throw up.” “vomit or not you’re still in the bathroom with a player.” for some seconds, the only noise that can be heard is the shatter of your heart. “honey, listen to me. your parents wouldn’t want this. they don’t even blame you, im sure. how could they ever wish for something at the expense of their daughter’s life?” but the guilt is too heavy, too imprinted on your mind. “it’s not about me. if it were my house, i wouldn’t care, but it’s theirs. i would never forgive myself for not doing anything.” “and there are so many things you could do that don’t need you participating in some psychopaths’ games! do you really not see how dangerous and demented this is? please leave with me.” “jun-ho. think about it. if i ended up here, even after they gave us a second chance, it’s because i want to. no one forced me, and i’m old enough to know what i’m doing.” your replies are getting colder, which you hate. but it’s the only way to make him understand. “besides, they’re all kids' games. they’re easy.” you can only hope he won’t sense your attempt at self-persuasion. “they are shooting people. you could be dead. and i would have never seen you again, or known what had happened.” the urge to cry gets stronger with every word, to dive into his arms and finally feel some sort of calmness, warmth, love.
“i’m sorry that i hurt you, that i made you worry and feel like i couldn’t trust you. but i won’t apologize for being here.” “i don’t want you to apologize. i only want you to get out of here and not die.” his desperation has increased so much it’s swallowed your own distress. “i’ve already won two, i can make it to the end.” you refute. but you read him easily, he is planning to get you out without your agreement, somehow.
“please.” now it’s you that pleads. “if you love me, let me stay.”
his eyes widen, you see them watering. his heartbreak drowns out yours. you are aware you’ve never said anything as painful before. it hurts. more than anything they could do to you here. perhaps you are already dead. “how can you ask me something like this?” maybe you’re desperate, or too blinded by the blame that’s rotting on your insides. or perhaps it’s love. “get out of here. stay safe. and don’t tell the police, jun-ho. don’t even think about stopping the games. i need this, don’t ruin it.” god you don’t recognize yourself anymore. how nice it would be to go back when things were easy. when remorse didn’t control yourself, and you were happy with him. “what do you expect me to do if you die?” “i won’t” “you can’t know that! how can i let the love of my life risk it all when i know i could do something?” understanding such perspective is effortless. if it were the other way around, you too would act like he is.
you approach him for the first time, god how you craved it. your hands cup his pained yet beautiful face and a tear drops. “i missed you.” he says quietly, unable to stay angry at you for long. “i missed you too.” you answer back, wiping the tear. “i missed your face, your voice, your touch. i miss your kisses.” things already ache enough like this, so you give in. the kiss is soft, so fragile, like a bit more intensity would make it disappear. “i love you.” he whispers resting his forehead on yours. “i love you too.”
a knock on the door destroys the illusion. shit. “lay on the floor.” “what?” “lay on the floor”, he repeats, walking towards the door while putting his mask back on, “and play along.” the door opens and the same voice from earlier speaks. “what do you think you’re doing in there?” may that unluckiness give you a rest for some minutes. “she passed out. she was taking too long and not answering back so i entered and found her unconscious.” footsteps grow louder. “player 028…. i don’t remember any health issues on the file… fuck.” you stay as still as possible, it sounds plausible, given the stress. “take care of it, i’ll let the boss know. and don’t take longer.” with that, he exits the room, and you thank his unwillingness to deal with sensitive issues.
sitting back up, jun-ho kneels to your level. “you look good for a faint.” a hint of a smile appears on your face. “are you mad at me?” “i was. mostly worried. i don’t like this at all.” you grab his gloved hands. “i’ll be okay, believe me.” he doesn’t. he can’t. “please, be careful. and think about it. if you change your mind, i’ll be waiting.” you won’t. you wouldn’t let yourself. but you nod. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i hope you’ll carry that with you. i love you so damn much.” his voice breaks, and you tell yourself it’s time to go back, this conversation can only get more and more devastating for you both. you offer the bleeding and broken pieces of your heart. not meaning to cut him this time. and he takes them. how could he not treasure them? you kiss again. it tastes different this time. like farewell. 
and when you get out of the room, you both know that was the last time you’ll see each other. 
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maincharactermuse · 8 days ago
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Practice Makes Perfect.
Author’s Note: sorry guys i had to. i saw all the discourse about harry’s kissing technique and got secondhand embarrassment from the glasto vid… this is my way of emotionally processing it 😂
harry stans please know this comes from a place of love and gentle constructive criticism ❤️
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Harry flopped down onto the couch beside her, his curls still damp from the shower and his t-shirt rumpled in a way that made him look unfairly good for someone who just got out of bed at noon.
“Did you see that thing going around again?” he asked, tossing his phone face down on the coffee table.
She looked up from her book. “Which thing? There are many ‘things’ when it comes to you.”
He smiled, lopsided and boyish. “The kissing thing. Apparently I’ve not improved since Tokyo.”
She blinked. “Oh, that.” She tried to keep her expression neutral, but something must’ve slipped, because Harry squinted at her.
“What?” he asked.
“What what?”
“You made a face.”
“I didn’t make a face.”
“You definitely made a face.” He shifted toward her, legs folded beneath him like a very cozy pretzel. “Come on, what was that?”
She bit her lip, caught. “It wasn’t a face. It was just… a minor eyebrow situation.”
He raised his own eyebrows. “A minor eyebrow situation?”
She sighed, dramatic. “Okay, fine. But it wasn’t bad! I just… okay, listen. You’re my favorite person to kiss, obviously. Like, emotionally, spiritually, all the things.”
He looked at her, amused. “But?”
“But.” She grinned. “There is a slight… technical note.”
Harry leaned back, hand on his heart. “A technical note. Fucking hell. Go on, then. Critique me.”
She laughed, setting her book down. “I’m not saying you’re a bad kisser.”
“Pretty sure you are.”
“No, I swear, you’re not! It’s just… sometimes you come in a little… head-on. Like, too direct. It’s like you’re trying to win a game of chicken with my face.”
He stared at her, mock-offended. “You’re saying I kiss like I’m trying to headbutt you gently.”
She shrugged. “Affectionate headbutting. But yes.”
He rubbed his chin, theatrically pondering. “This is devastating.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Will I?” He leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “Maybe we need to workshop this.”
“Oh?” she asked, already smiling.
Harry nodded, determined now. “I’m a very committed student. I want to be the best. For you. For the people.”
She rolled her eyes, but her stomach did that fluttery thing it always did when he was too charming for his own good. “Alright then, Styles. Let’s workshop.”
He leaned in, slower this time, exaggeratedly careful.
“Not like that,” she murmured, giggling. “You look like you’re approaching a bomb.”
“Well I don’t want to get it wrong now, do I?”
She shook her head and reached up, gently resting her hands on either side of his face. “Okay, tilt just a little… nope, the other way. Right there. That’s a better angle.”
He let her maneuver him, completely pliant under her touch. “I feel like a mannequin.”
“You’re a very kissable mannequin.”
“Go on, then,” he whispered.
She kissed him - soft, slow, and warm. Leading him with her tongue. Better. Much better.
He pulled back a little, eyes still closed. “Okay, that was nice. What’s the Yelp review?”
She pretended to think. “Four and a half stars. One star docked for the early days of gentle headbutting trauma.”
He laughed and kissed her again, more confident this time, as if the teasing had somehow become an inside joke that only made it all sweeter.
After a few moments, he murmured against her lips, “You’re going to tell people I needed kissing lessons, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Traitor.”
“National service,” she teased. “The people need to know you’re working on it.”
He pulled her into his lap, mock-dramatic. “I’ll prove them all wrong. One kiss at a time.”
She smiled against his neck. “Practice makes perfect.”
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sluts4matt · 1 year ago
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okay, i feel like this could be crazy? please take this any direction you want. like reader is at a party (like tara’s party) and her and chris get in a fight over a photo that was posted during the party. this has been on the mind, and im just not the correct person to execute this idea. but please take this any direction and change anything, please and thank you! i love your work please keep posting 🫶🏻
JEALOUS
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pairing: rough!dom chris x sub!reader
summary: a picture of you a little to close to another guy at tara's 1 milli party is posted on the internet. chris does NOT like that at all and has to teach you a lesson.
warnings: SMUT, rough sex, spanking, degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, light bondage, blindfolding, choking, orgasm denial, pet names, slight dumbification (because i love it so much ), light fluff at the end
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author's note: i really hope i did your request justice @lovelysturniolos i HAD to feed into everyone saying chris and tara would look cute, i'm sorry, sue me. kind, constructive criticism welcome.
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"what the fuck is this?" your boyfriend, chris, asks holding his phone to you. his tone wasn't an amused one which was very unlike him. "what?" you mumble, furrowing your eyebrows as you bring yourself closer to his phone.
the two of you had the house to yourself for the evening, and currently sat on the couch in the living room. you looked at the picture, you were wearing your sparkly black dress, the fabric hugging you just right.
you hand was placed on some guys arm. why? you were absolutely hammered and ended up trying to make chris jealous out of your own jealousy. he had been close to tara almost all night, and while his attention was on you, part of you seemed to think he'd rather pay it to her.
you and chris had ended up losing each other within two hours of being there. but when you found him, and he was talking to tara with tha big ass grin of his. the one he always gives you. you couldn't stand it.your hand immediately found the guy nearest you, batting your eyelashes at him while you giggled at the jokes he told.
all in hopes that chris would look over and see, but he never did.
guess a picture was taken though, so you'd still technically be getting what you want. "who the fuck is that guy? huh?" chris demands. "honestly chris? couldn't tell you," you shrug. "but it was someone who was nice to me while my boyfriend was off with another chick," you mumble the last bit, but chris catches it.
the dry chuckle that leaves his mouth sends shivers down your spine, and the way he was staring at you made your stomach feel tight. "i don't give a fuck about tara," he says.
"really? coulda fooled me," you retort. chris' jaw clenched, and he stood up from the couch, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you off the couch.
"where are we going?" you ask as you try to keep up with his large strides. "i'm gonna fuck some sense into you," he states. "and then, we're going to have a little chat about who the fuck you belong to," he tells you, opening the door to his (your shared) bedroom and shoving you inside.
"chris-" "strip," he says, cutting you off. his voice was stern, and left no room for arguments. he walked over to the closet, grabbing the silk ties and blindfolds that sat in a box on the top shelf. you stripped your clothes, watching chris as he got into the box.
"hands behind your back," he commands, walking over to you. "chris-" "shut the fuck up," he snaps. "unless you're gonna say the safeword, please, shut the fuck up," he repeats. you nod your head.
he places the tie over your eyes, and brings your hands behind your back, tying them together. "get on the bed," he tells you, smacking your ass as you walk towards the bed.
you climb onto the bed, sitting in the middle of the mattress. "chris, i-" you're cut off by chris' hand covering your mouth. "if you're gonna be using that mouth, it's gonna be for something useful ma," he tells you. "so, either stop talking, or put that fucking mouth to work," he says.
you nod your head, and chris removes his hand from your mouth. "yes daddy," you mumble. "what was that baby?" he asks, knowing he heard you. "yes daddy," you speak up, earning a satisfied hum from chris.
"that's more like it," he says, taking his shirt off, and kicking his sweats and boxers off. he grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, and puts it under your knees.
"open your mouth," he tells you. and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. chris grabs the base of his cock and guides it into your mouth.
you swirl your tongue around the tip, kitty licking it. chris grabs the back of your head, and pushes himself into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. "fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good ma," he says, moving his hips and thrusting into your mouth.
he pulls himself out, and smacks your face with his cock a few times. he rubs his tip along your lips, smearing pre-cum all over them. "such a pretty fucking face," he muses, shoving his cock back into your mouth.
he groans as you take him back in, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off. "fucking choke on it baby," he groans, pushing your head further down until his cock hit the back of your throat, over and over again.
you gag on his dick, tears beginning to leak from your eyes, dampening the fabric of the blindfold. saliva dripped down the corners of your mouth.
"fuck, i'm close," he moans. you move your head faster, bobbing your head, gagging and choking on his cock. "shit baby, that's it. gonna cum down that pretty fucking throat," he moans.
he pushes your head down again, and holds you there, letting his cum paint the inside of your throat. "fuck, fuck," he breathes, his chest heaving. he wraps your head in a makeshift ponytail around his hand tugging your head back.
he admires the way the black blindfold contrasts against your tan skin, "so pretty baby, too bad you thought you had to make me jealous to get my fucking attention." he says.
he takes his cock from your mouth and wipes the remaining saliva and cum off on your cheek. "now, i'm gonna fuck some sense into you, and after that, we're gonna talk about why it is you're my fucking girl," he says, pulling you up and positioning you how he wants.
his favorite position had your ass up in the air and your cheek pressed against the mattress. he rubbed your right ass cheek before raising his hand and landing a hard smack down on it. the sound echoed in the room, and the stinging sensation had you moaning because of the pain and pleasure.
"this ass, mine," he says, landing a few more harsh slaps down. "this pussy, mine," he continues, sliding his cock between your folds and pressing the tip at your entrance. "mhm, fuck," you gasp, as chris pushes himself into your cunt.
his right hand finds its way in-between your shoulder blades, shoving you down further as his left hand has a steady grip on your hip. his hips smack against your ass, the sound echoing throughout the room, accompanied by his groans and grunts and your loud moans. "i wanna hear how good my cock is," chris tells you.
"fuck daddy, so big. feels so fucking good," you moan, gripping the silk fabric tied around your wrists. "so fucking tight, ma," he says, his right hand sliding down to grab the fabric tied around your wrists.
he tugs your body back, forcing himself deeper into your cunt, causing your breath to catch in your throat. his hips move a million miles an hour, chasing his release, choked whines left your mouth that had you gasping for air, drool running down your chin.
"so fucking pathetic, look at ya," he chuckles, watching as you come undone underneath him. "such a whiny bitch, can't even speak." he tugs on the tie again, pulling you up. his left hand slides up to wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly.
"gonna cum daddy," you babble, your high approaching. "no you're not," chris says, denying you of your orgasm. he pushes you back down, pounding into you with no mercy, "chris," you whine. "wanna act like a slut to get my attention, gonna get treated and used like one."
"fuck daddy," you whine, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter. "chris, please, need to cum," you beg. he moves his left hand up to grip the hair at the base of your skull, "don't you fucking dare," he threatens.
"gotta earn it baby," he tells you. "how do you earn daddy's permission?" he asks.
"please," you moan, unable to think of anything else to say. "not what i'm looking for," he says, bringing his hand down on your ass, leaving a red handprint on your skin. "fuck," you hiss. "daddy," you cry. "please, please, fuck," you beg.
"that's more like it," he grunts. he leans over your body, his left hand reaching up to hold the headboard while his right stays in the same place.
"go on then, cum on my cock," he whispers, biting down on your earlobe, tugging on it. his words send you over the edge, and you come undone underneath him. your pussy spasms around his cock, squeezing and clenching, milking his orgasm from him.
he fills your cunt up, coating your walls white. his thrusts become slower, and the grip he has on your body is softer, until he stops altogether, and pulls out of you.
"good girl," he praises, running his thumb along your entrance, catching the mixture of both of your orgasms and bringing it to his mouth. he sucks the digit clean, humming at the taste.
he lays down next to you, pulling you into him, "now, who do i belong too?" he asks, holding you close. "me," you answer. "mm, and who do you belong too?" he asks, kissing your head. "you," you reply, leaning up to kiss him.
"good girl," he hums, placing a kiss on your nose. "want me to doordash panda express princess?" he asks, nuzzling his face into the conjunction of your jaw and neck. he peppered small kisses making you giggle. "nap first," you tell him.
he nods his head, grabbing the blanket and draping it over the both of you. he presses a final kiss to your temple, whispering, "i love you baby," before the two of you drift off.
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diamondsinterlude · 9 days ago
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝
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chapter one
pairing: Sammie Moore x OC (Robin Welkins)
word count — 2,345
summary — 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 1933 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 1932.
warnings — period appropriate racism, violence, trauma, use of N-word, angst, depression, ptsd, talks of sex, (idk if I’ll write smut yet but if a chapter includes it there will be a warning) pro has spell or grammar errors
authors note — please bare with me I’m not the best writer. There isn’t a lot of preacher boy/sammie fanfics and the idea just came to me one day! Please give me your thoughts, I take constructive criticism (don’t be mean please) reblog if you like it!
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“You will taste the sweet taste of death, we will make beautiful music together.”
Sammie wakes up feeling like there isn’t enough breath in his lungs. These dreams are taking over his brain. The dreams about that night, the night that went from the best of his life to the worst.
Keep thinking about how in the span of a day his life completely changed. Hell all the people in the towns life had changed. He didn’t have his cousins no more. They were basically his big brothers, both being there for him in different ways despite being older than him.
Stack pushing him to do his music not just cause of the profit he would make off Sammie but because he knew the boy loved music. Convincing Smoke to give Sammie their dad’s guitar, even if the one who played it before him was evil. He knew Sammie had something special even before he opened his mouth and sung for him in that car. Smoke was an asshole especially for hitting him in the nose with that gun. But Sammie knew after all they went through that he just wanted him to have a better life than the brothers. Not just being happy but being safe most importantly. Making him think the opening night would be his last time preforming. Pushed him to not go to Chicago cause of what they experienced down there.
The people of the town didn’t have the Chows grocery stores to go to anymore, so they probably had to go to Mr. Cartwright’s store instead. Expensive ass groceries that he knows most of the black folks in town can’t even afford. Little Lisa didn’t have her parents anymore.
They didn’t have Annie for those who didn’t believe her practice was of the devil and her work helped. No remedies to help when you were sick, no lady with sweet eyes that understood that you didn’t have all the money to pay her back yet because you still had to feed your kids. Nobody to change that bottle of milk at her and Smokes babies grave anymore.
Therese had to give birth to her baby without her husband being there. All she had was her sister and her mom there. She thinks if only she hadn’t told her husband to just take the job offer Stack had for him. But she was thinking about their baby. Nobody blamed her for telling Cornbread to do it but she blamed herself.
Pearline’s husband had been asking around if anyone seen her. He thought she left him, not even knowing she went to the juke that night. Maybe if he wasn’t fucking a prostitute on the other side of town he would’ve know where she went. Her sister came down to clarksdale with her husband and kids to get her things from her house. It’s not like the bastard would treat the things she left behind good. Better someone that loved her take them. They don’t have a body to bury for the funeral.
Mary was never seen again. Her husband was going to make a trip down to Clarksdale in the couple weeks after she never came home that day. Only to be found in pieces in his own home by a family member of his when they hadn’t seen him or Mary for a while. They say it look like he was mauled an animal.
Delta Slim wasn’t playing his harmonica at the train station no more. Or even at that other juke any more. He taught Sammie that the blues was something sacred to black folks and to know the blues you have to also feel it. It’s also a way to connect back with our past and work through that hurt. He knows all about hurt now.
When the police went to the old mill to look for the group of men that had went there the morning the day before to handle the new owners of the mill. But their bodies were scattered on the outside of the building. Not knowing who murdered them.
Of course because of the murders and disappearances tensions were high in town. Those with skin pale as paper and European features believing that black people in town did it. Blaming random black people for the murder of their family members. While the black people in the town realize that getting justice for their missing family members would give them the same fate as them they realized the only thing they could do was grieve.
Maybe it was a good thing Sammie left. imagine what would happen if certain people knew he was at the juke joint the night before and was the only one around after.
Sammie doesn’t think he could stay there anyways after leaving that church. He knows his mother would open the door for him, he just knew his father would close the door before she could tell him he could come in. It’s hard to keep faith after seeing what he saw that night and the dreams he has every other night makes him think about it all over again. When he wakes up from the dreams he almost always wakes up just before Remmick bites him. Still feeling that sting in his scar from the initial scratch. With that feeling he gets up and starts getting ready for work.
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It took a while to get settled in Chicago for Sammie. Working odd jobs before working at a steel mill 30 minutes from where he lived at always taking multiple buses to work. Did he make a lot of money? No not at all but he made enough to pay his room he was renting out.
He stayed with a family of 5 in a Chicago apartment. Well not even a room really an old folding bed in a room he had to share with the families oldest son. Bobby, 12 years old not the best company coming when your coming home from a late night shift and you have a kid ranting to you about how he’s sick of being a babysitter, he thinks his mom is pregnant again because she was being more grouchy today(she was having a bad day) or that he’s tired of thing in this small ass apartment.
‘You and me, too kid.’ Sammie always thought. But usually when Bobby would go on his tangents, he would hope him acting sleep would get him to stop talking…he wouldn’t. He wish he could afford his own place even though the James family were nice people..mostly.
Sammie doesn’t think Mr.James likes him very much. But living with five other people is a lot. He should be used to it though with him and his many siblings living with him and his parents in their small house back at home. He had hoped he would be abled to afford his own place but with how much he was making he would have to work for years before seeing a pay increase.
So he gets up every morning at 5. No later than 5:20 though. if he’s not in the bathroom washing up before Doris from down the hall gets there, she takes 30-40 minutes in the bathroom. he will be completely off schedule, And if he’s completely off schedule he’s late for the bus if he’s late for the bus he’s late for work most likely.
After getting up for the day and thankfully beating Doris to the bathroom Mrs.James is usually awake by then. Making coffee and toast for both of them, she’s an early morning riser. Only quiet she can get with three kids and another on the way, she found out just the other day. She doesn’t mind Sammie being up with her because he’s usually quiet too this early.
“I guess Bobby was right this time around.” Sammie said with a look of surprise after she had told him during their morning routine. After he finished eating and drinking his coffee he would head to the bus stop up the street to catch the bus coming at 5:45 am.
Waiting for the bus the humidity was already making you sweat. With people standing at the stop with him fanning their selves. While it is hot especially for almost 6 in the morning, to Sammie he knows these people will always take Chicago summer heat over Mississippi heat any day. The south in the summer is always a lot.
Getting on the bus and taking his seat in the very back row after getting on he usually always just leans against the window before getting off at the stop he knows he needs to get off at before walking to the other.
One or two stops into the bus ride a sound has him pulling his head up from the window. A beautiful sound. Looking up he looks around the bus trying to figure out where that sound is coming from. After two seconds he finds what’s making it or who is making that sound. He sees a woman with brown skin and brown hair slicked in a bun looking ready for work.
Can’t make out what’s she’s humming but she sounds nice. The little bit of humming draws his attention while bringing comfort. Almost like she knew he was studying her while she was looking out the window she turns looking around the bus before locking eyes on him. They stare at each other for a second before he looks away. Feeling a little embarrassed for getting caught staring at her so hard she could feel it. But she keeps looking at him while he tries to turn back to the window in his seat acting like he couldn’t see her.
‘Cmon Sammie just three more stops before you have to get off.’ He said to himself in his head.
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The bus stopped at another stop again with people getting on the bus. as people are finding their seats she gives hers up to a older woman walking further into the bus and sits in the first open seat she finds. which happens to be next to him.
As the bus movies again she stares at the side of his face. Now she was the one who started to study him.
“Were you watching me a couple minutes ago?” She wasn’t mad about it he could tell by her tone just asking a question.
“Yes ma’am I was, only because I heard you.”
“You heard me, huh?”
“Yeah, sounded nice”
“Nice? I wasn’t even singing lyrics”
“Doesn’t mean you didn’t sound nice.” A smile comes up and off his face before you could see it if you weren’t looking at him. But she saw it.
“Was I loud?” She says turning her head to the side to try and see his face fully to gage his reaction. But he still has his head turned against the window
“No ma’am I think it’s just when you hear something on a quiet bus you usually look for who’s making the sound.” Sammie shrugs
The woman nods her head before responding again
“What’s your name?” She fully turns to him in her seat, her knee hitting his in her turn. Pulling her hand out for him to shake with a smile on her face.
“Preacher Boy.” He responded staying in his same position but nodding his head to her.
“Well Preacher Boy last time I checked it was poor manners to not look at someone in the eyes when they greet you with a hand shake.”
With this Sammie turns to look at her fully. She was even prettier up close, could see her pretty wide brown eyes and full lips. For the few seconds looking at her he noticed how her brown eyes widened a bit at his face. With this she could fully see the scar left on him from that night. Not feeling the best when people stare at his scar too long he gives her hand a nice shake quick before turning back to the window.
Realizing she made him uncomfortable with her stare. the lady with no name so far tries to make him comfortable again.
“I’m sorry for staring so hard that wasn’t nice of me.” She winces
“It’s okay”
“It’s obviously not so I’m gonna apologize.”
Still turned his way she says “At least you’re still handsome with that scar on your face.”
This makes Sammie turn back to her with raised eyebrows. She looks back at him with a smile. Her smile had her lips turn up and pushed her cheeks up making her eyes a little smaller. He snorts then gives her a smile back.
Leaning back in the seat, feeling more comfortable with talking to her again “So you think I’m handsome.
“ Don’t get cocky now!” She says after giggling, looking at him with an smile that was bigger than the last smile..
“ You on your way to work also?”
“Yeah I’m covering for my friend, came down with a fever. Don’t think this heat and having an old white woman bitch about how you didn’t clean her couch good enough is good for making her feel better.”
“Makes sense”
They talk for a while, enjoying the conversation between each other. He liked talking to her, she had this pretty voice where you would’ve thought she would start singing at any second. He’s sure she could sing just on how she sounded humming when he originally heard her. She brought up his voice saying he sounded like a much older man, than he looked.
“How old are ya? He asked
“Didn’t your mother teach you to never ask a lady her age?” She replies with a raised brow.
“Just answer the question.”
“Fine I’m turning 21 this year.”
“So am I, like you said we are the same age. With me being 20 right now, I’ll have to voice of a grown man. Because that’s what I am”
“You just have a baby face though!”
“So do you.”
After the conversation goes on for a while longer she looks out the window. “ Oh this is my stop coming up.” She says while gathering her stuff up before pausing raising her hand again.
“ it was nice meeting you preacher boy, I hope I’ll see you around!” This time he shakes her raised hand with a slower handshake almost like he wants it to last. Much better than the quick one he gave her before.
“It was nice meeting you too.” He admires her beauty one last time before the bus comes to a stop and she grabs her bag once more and starts to get off the bus with the two other people getting off.
As she’s getting off Sammie realizes something
“Hey-“ when he goes to say something, she takes her foot off the bus and starts walking in the opposite direction of the bus.
He forgot to ask her for her name..
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buckslvrz · 1 year ago
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oblivious - evan buckley x fem!reader
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summary: buck and reader are both so stupid they can't realize they're in love with each other.
genre: fluff 
warnings: swearing 
pairing: evan buckley x fem!reader
word count: 803
note: omg not me in my writing era,,,, no but fr if this sucks, please spare me because it's my first time trying to write in years! please like n reblog if you like it! if u don't, please leave constructive criticism. i can take it, i'm not a little bitch :P
In the bustling firehouse atmosphere, Buck and I were rushing up the stairs after a call, hoping to get a bit of peace before the alarm went off again.
I throw myself down on the couch with Buck following suit, both of us still clad in our gear but finally catching our breath. I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes, but Buck just had to ruin the silence with his big, fat mouth. "I think you might have scared the flames away for good with that one," he quipped, a playful smirk on his lips.
I rolled my eyes with a laugh, picking up a pillow and throwing it at his head. "Oh, please. Like you're one to talk, Mr. 'I Can Handle Any Blaze,'" I retorted, glaring at him with a smile on my face.
We continued back and forth, but our teasing was interrupted by the rest of the 118 walking over to the couch. Hen had a small smirk on her face and I knew she was about to say something stupid. She made it her mission to tease Buck and I every day. "Hey, lovebirds, save the flirting for after the shift," she joked, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.
Buck and I exchanged embarrassed glances, both our cheeks flushing slightly. I just huffed and stuck my finger up towards them, hoping to play it off like I didn't care. "Come on, guys, we're just friends," Buck protested, his tone slightly defensive.
"Yeah, we're friends just like the rest of you, fuck off." I added, feeling embarrassed as they all laughed at us. I turn my head slightly and glance at Buck, my eyes meeting his immediately.
They continued to tease us as they walked over to the kitchen area. Buck and I were still staring at each other. It felt like he was trying to say something but nothing was coming out. "Anyways, they're annoying." I chuckle nervously, trying to play it off as I stand up and walk towards the stairs.
I made my way down them but heard footsteps behind me. I glanced back and saw that Buck was following me. "Do you hate the idea?" Buck asked. His face was red and he was biting the inside of his cheek.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, my head tilting slightly. He sighed and grabbed my arm gently, tugging me behind the firetruck.
"Do you hate the idea of us being together? Does it gross you out? Would you like it? I mean give me something y/n." The words tumbled out of his mouth, his hands flying everywhere. He was looking anywhere but at me.
"Buck," I sigh softly, "Of course not. I wouldn't mind being with you." My eyes widen at the words that leave my mouth, watching his face snap towards mine as I begin to panic.
"I mean if that's what you want too!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking as I laughed nervously. My face felt like it was on fire. Oh god, I couldn't do this. I didn't wait for a reaction, I just spun on my heels but his arm stopped me.
Buck wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest as he looked down at me, smiling with a small blush on his cheeks. "I knew you couldn't resist me."
I roll my eyes and hit his chest with my hands, letting them rest on his shoulders. "You're insufferable, Buckley," I smile up at him and watch as he glances at my lips before dragging his eyes back up to mine.
I save him the effort and lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming our lips together. My stomach felt like it was on fire as I run a hand through his tousled hair. His lips move against mine with hunger as I giggle into his mouth. "About damn time!"
We both pull away from each other startled, and look up to see Bobby and Hen standing on the balcony looking down at us. They both had huge smiles on their faces. "Eddie! Chim! You will not believe what you just missed!" Hen yelled again as Bobby whooped and clapped his hands. I laughed loudly as Buck slipped his arms around my waist again, pressing a kiss to my temple.
"We should have done this sooner," He mumbled, bumping his head on mine gently. I hum in agreement, "I know, we're too stupid." Buck shook his head and chuckled, pressing a small kiss to my lips. "No, we're smart, we just procrastinated," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. I pull away, my cheeks flushed as I shake my head. "Well, at least we did it now," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
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dee-writes-anime · 10 months ago
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Falling In Love With Megumi Fushiguro
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FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x Reader
SUMMARY Some Megumi x reader headcanons requested by the lovely @plasmasimagination
CONTENT WARNINGS mentions of sex, CHARACTER IS AGED UP, not edited (like at all), good luck!
AUTHORS NOTE please remember that these are my own headcannons, you do not have to agree with them in any way, shape, or form, but you do have control over your response. Friendly debates and constructive criticism is welcome, hate and rude comments are not, thank you and enjoy! <3
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Our little gumi (>.<) is more of a reserved, quiet character, and I feel like this would transfer into a romantic relationship as well.
It would take him a long time to trust you, and we all know he has HELLA abandonment issues, so you better be prepared to reassure your broody monster.
Megumi is definitely the type of boyfriend who shows his love for you in subtle ways, like lingering glances or small gestures. And the two of you definitely have a whole other language on lock through hand squeezes and weighted looks.
He is the kind of guy to lean more toward acts of service for his love language, like making sure you got home safe or remembering your favorite things without asking.
And I also think he would lean more toward a homebody S/O, he is just a little guy who wants to come home after a long day, cuddle up on the couch, and read a book in silence while simply enjoying the space together.
Megumi Fushiguro has TRUST ISSUES, he went into a relationship with you having one foot out the door already. What did him in was your fierce protectiveness over him.
He had never been more in love than when you got in Gojo's face and chastised the older man for invading his space while he was trying to breathe through a panic attack.
Because he has trust issues, it's really hard for you to get any information out of him at first, that man is a brick fucking wall when he wants to be.
and even when he does let down his guard, he might not be the most eloquent in expressing his feelings. He tends to bottle up his emotions but appreciates how patient and understanding you are with him.
Though he’s generally calm, Megumi can feel a bit jealous when someone gets too close to you, though he tries to hide it. His jealousy isn’t loud or aggressive but more of a quiet sulk until you reassure him.
REPEAT AFTER ME, HE IS A POUTER!!!
Like, this man will sit down with a HUFF, lips jutted out and arms crossed tightly over his chest like a toddler being told no.
He only stops when you sit in his lap and drown his face in kisses :)
He’s not one to give verbal compliments often, but when he does, they carry a lot of weight. A simple, “You did great,” means everything coming from him.
Rather than grand romantic gestures, Megumi shows his love through practical means—like ensuring you eat properly, bringing you water during long study sessions, or patching up any wounds you might have from training.
I know there are people who believe he would act inconvenienced (much like his father) at the opportunity to take care of another person, but I believe that it helps Megumi feel more secure in your relationship. He's someone who needs to feel needed, who enjoys having a purpose, and if taking care of you is that purpose, you won't catch a single complaint about it from him.
Although he’s serious most of the time, there are rare moments where Megumi shows a more playful side, especially when he’s comfortable around you. He might tease you lightly, smirk when you’re being sassy, or ruffle your hair just to see your reaction.
He especially loves when he's playing video games with Yuuji and you overhear his friend make a snarky comment about something you did in training and the two of you start going at it over the mic like a couple of siblings.
Megumi loves that your close with his friends.
Once he’s committed, Megumi is deeply loyal. He’s not the type to leave your side easily, and you can rely on him no matter what. Even when things get difficult, he’ll stick with you, quietly supporting you through thick and thin.
Despite his cool exterior, Megumi can be a bit shy in bed, especially in the early stages of your relationship. Compliments or bold expressions of affection might fluster him, though he tries to hide it.
He also isn’t loud or vocal, but his breathing and the way he touches you speak volumes. He may let out soft sighs or low groans, but it’s the intensity in his eyes and the way his body moves with yours that communicates his desire.
Ass guy? Nah, he's an eye guy FOR SURE
During intimate moments, Megumi’s gaze rarely leaves you. He locks eyes with you as if grounding himself in the connection you share. That eye contact is intense (I'm talking the weight of a thousand suns) but comforting, as if he’s saying everything he struggles to voice.
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joshujihan23 · 2 months ago
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Tired, but still here
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☆ pairing: seungkwan x reader
☆ genre: angst, lots of angst
☆ synopsis: everything was too overwhelming, and seungkwan, out of everyone was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
☆ word count: 1218
☆ author’s note: this happened to me. everything. and i just hope that no one else goes through this. if you want to talk, remember that there’s a community that will listen out for you.
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tough.
it has been so tough.
work was wrecking your head. balancing your studies along with it isn’t making things easier.
and the best part? seungkwan isn’t being very accepting of it either.
every, single time you tried to talk to him about how you were feeling, how you were struggling, you were always hit with his usual constructive criticism, and asking you “why?” and “how?” and what you should have done instead.
and you weren’t able to comprehend why he wad behaving this way. you appreciated the feedback, but all you really needed was some comfort, a shoulder you can cry on, and someone that pats your back reassuringly, telling you that everything is fine.
and today, you were at your limits.
you got your finals back today. all your friends got an A, while you, got a C. a pass is a pass, but you prepared so, so much for it. late night studies, after school tutoring sessions with your friends, and the concerning amount of coffee you drank over the span of these past few weeks just so you could stay awake for just a few more hours.
in the midst of celebration, your heart only wrench, making you go home way earlier than everyone else, since the rest of your friends went for a celebratory dinner.
well, to say you hated your friends that day was an understatement.
and the thing to make it worst was that, seungkwan was home today.
and seeming that he couldn’t sense your bad mood, he started rambling about the things you did this morning, the things that didn’t put him in the best mood.
“love, how many times did i tell you? you need to dry the dishes properly, if not the water droplets will stain the counter! and the laundry, i told you to start the washing before you leave, right? so that i can dry them. but you didn’t! you left without doing it, i had to-”
“kwan, can we talk about this later?” you asked, as politely as you could.
that only put seungkwan off, as he walked closer to you.
“talk about it later? no, we need to settle this now! if not you’re going to do it again. remember you need to-”
“please, i’m not in the correct mood to do this.” you pleaded, your shoulders slumped.
that seemed to push seungkwan off.
“god y/n, you can’t always push these matters aside! every time i talk to you about something, you push me away. and you always give me that pessimistic look and attitude. can’t you understand how frustrating it is?” he snapped, which seemed to be the final straw for you.
“you’re talking about me? can’t you just care for once? god, when the times i just need your company, your comfort, you would constantly find things to nag about! i’m tired. i’m so tired, seungkwan-ah.” you replied, raising your voice slightly.
that’s when he noticed your puffy eyes, the same eyes he always see after you had a long day. the dried tears on your cheeks. the hands, that he loves so much, trembling. and the frown on your face, both in anger, and defeat.
“i don’t understand, i do care, i care-”
“by telling me what i should and shouldn’t do. by pointing out what i did wrong again and again. basically by making me feel like i’m the most terrible person on this planet. well, maybe i am! maybe i’m just that horrible.” you snapped, the tears, that you tried so hard to keep, finally bursting out of your eyes.
seungkwan was speechless. he didn’t know what to say. all this time, he thought he was doing the right thing. advising you, helping you out by telling you what you should do in future situations. but in fact, it was all hurting you?
there was a still silence, suffocating and filled with tension. seungkwan stayed still, unsure of what to do. he wanted to embrace you tightly, tel you he’s sorry and comfort you. but he was afraid. he was so afraid that one screw up could potentially ruin everything.
he took the chance. now or never.
he walked one step forward, while your head hung low, your fist clenching tightly to control yourself. he could almost read your mind. your body language, the soft sniffles, it was as if you’re trying to convince yourself to stop crying.
and he isn’t having any of it.
before you could say or do anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, so tightly that you couldn’t find a way to escape him. you tried to wiggle out, but you were just so exhausted, that you just stood there, your face buried into his shoulder, the tear drops falling onto his navy shirt.
he remained silence, trying to find the correct words, the correct actions for you, so that you won’t be provoked even more. he let out a shaky breath.
“you’re not horrible. you’re never horrible.” he began, his hand caressing the small of your back.
you opened your mouth to say something, but a soft sob escaped instead, silencing your thoughts.
“i know i’m not in the correct position to comfort you, after everything i did. but i got so worked up with my own thoughts, i’ve neglected you. i’ve neglected the person that means the most to me. and i didn’t even realised. until this moment.”
he let out a soft, yet sad chuckle. he pulled away gently, cupping your cheeks with both his hands, making your pearly eyes gaze at his.
“the horrible one should be me, shouldn’t it?” he whispered, which made the cracks in your heart break even more.
he placed his forehead against yours, swaying your body gently, while trying to compose himself.
“i know sorry won’t do much now, but i just want you to know, i know it is too late for me to amend everything that i have done. but i can assure you, i’ll improve from here. i’ve been so neglectful of your feelings and thoughts, and haven’t given you a break. but i promise that i will do better. i’ll listen out more. i promise. i really do.” he assured, his eyes both determined and desperate.
his hands held onto your cheeks tightly, you could feel his body shaking from desperation, and his eyes? it speaks a thousand words.
he isn’t doing this because he needed to. he is doing this to reassure you. to convince you. and that was what you needed.
when you caught your breath, you spoke in a shaky voice. “i need to see it, kwan-ah. words won’t cut it out.”
he nodded understandingly, his hands moving around you again, pulling you against him.
“i will show it. i will show the world how much you mean to me, and the length i’ll go to make you happy.” he announced, gazing at you with a hopeful expression.
you nodded, and for the first time, the corners of your lips curled up slightly.
“that’s all i needed to hear.” you replied, your hands wrapping around his torso.
seungkwan cheered silently, joyous and grateful that he had this moment, this chance, this opportunity to prove everything to you.
and that is, to put you first above everything else.
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thatfeelinwhenyou · 2 years ago
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KINDRED — yang jungwon
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It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star taekwondo athlete and put them in front of a camera?
“Kindred” a student documentary. Pilot episode airing tonight on TVN 7PM KST.
pairing: athlete!jungwon x stucopres!fem!reader
featuring: enhypen, yunjin from lesserafim, ryujin and chaeryeong from itzy, chanelle from runext, beomgyu and taehyun from txt, wonyoung from ive, gunwook and gyuvin from zb1 etc.
genre: high school au, enemies to lovers, nerd x athlete, forced proximity, slice of life, coming of age, he fell first and harder, fluff, ANGST, teen drama, slow burn ish?
status: completed! (01/09/2023 – 18/03/2024)
warnings: contains profanities, horrible attempt at humour, urban lingo, probably cringy, kys/kms jokes, depression jokes, sexual innuendos (nothing too inappropriate), depiction of violence, family drama, incorrect timestamps/information, no fixed faceclaims, not proofread etc.
notes from nat: story concept is heavily inspired by the kdrama ‘our beloved summer’ other than that the storyline is completely original (or so i assume since i manifested this out from the crevices of my pea brain). chapters with ‘(hw)’ next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case y’all skip over it! as always, the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. lastly, if you do end up enjoying, please do like, comment (love reading your comments btw), and reblog so this can reach!
tags: #tfwy kindred #tfwy smau
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TEASER
profile. one | two | three
episode 1 - ratatouille and the underdogs
episode 2 - one way ticket to university
episode 3 - do you take constructive criticism?
episode 4 - unsolicited but appreciated
episode 5 - the art of benevolence
episode 6 - taekwondo-anti
episode 7 - beating the mentally ill allegations
episode 8 - can’t help it, i’m a libra
episode 9 - operation we-don’t-really-hate-each-other (hw)
episode 10 - she’s an oscar award winning actress
episode 11 - someone like me (hw)
episode 12 - ‘female-lead-realising-the-bad-boy-isnt-actually-that-bad’ arc
episode 13 - 5 foot 9 garfield meets avatar
episode 14 - yn the heterosexual
episode 15 - the ynwon getting closer montage :p
episode 16 - to the moon and back
episode 17 - eat 2 left toes
episode 18 - you are approved! (hw)
episode 19 - asking for a friend
episode 20 - rediscovering won’s ability to love
episode 21 - beomgyu’s 99999 eq
episode 22 - ynwon get together or else >:(
episode 23 - “hate”
episode 24 - not all problems can be solved with a formula
episode 25 - H.O.M.E.W.R.E.C.K.E.R
episode 26 - collecting facebook milfs like pokémons
episode 27 - you were brighter than the moon (hw)
episode 28 - she's studious not stupid
episode 29 - the garden is full of surprises (hw)
episode 30 - weapon of mass destruction
episode 31 - the name above me (hw)
episode 32 - no offense but she’s a cockblocker
episode 33 - the bane of my existence (hw)
episode 34 - risky risky wiggy wigi this is an emergency
episode 35 - live my life on my terms (hw)
episode 36 - separation anxiety goes crazy
episode 37 - paparizzki
episode 38 - manifested this from ashes
episode 39 - everything will work out just the way you want it to (hw)
episode 40 (finale) - her entire being is loveable (written)
epilogue - kindred, signing off part 1 | part 2
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bonus chapters!
yunjin x heeseung
i can fight
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goosewriting · 6 months ago
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do you suppose we could have a rise donnie x gn! (kinda ace coded) reader where they’re in a recently established relationship, and one day, out of nowhere, he just calmly kisses their cheek? And it leaves the reader stunned for a moment as it sinks in that he did that purely because he wanted to, and they tear up a little over it. (inspired by the song we’ll never have s3x)
please, and thank you 💜 I absolutely adore your writing
♫ You kissed me just to kiss me / Not to make me cry ♫
summary: Donnie’s kiss takes reader by surprise. (spotify link to the song: we'll never have sex - leith ross)
relationship: Rise!Donnie x gn!ace!reader
warnings: none
word count: ~600
A/N: i recently watched the rise movie again so i was in the mood for some turtle love, and i still have a bunch of requests for them, so here we are! i meant to keep this shorter so you could listen to the song while you read but, uh, guess you’ll have to listen to it twice lol sorry it took so very long to get to this one but i hope you like it :’) 
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(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Like many afternoons before, you spent this one at the lab with your favourite turtle. 
Donnie was fiddling with his newest invention at his console, but ended up moving his work to the table in the centre where you were sitting, taking a seat across from you.
You softly hummed a little tune to yourself as you watched him for a moment. It was with him that you discovered the concept of ‘parallel play’: existing within the same space but engaging in different activities. You came to realise soon that this was one of his favourite ways to spend time together. And you enjoyed it too, of course. Donnie met you half-way more than enough by making time to properly taking you out on dates, ranging from movie nights at home to visiting some event outside.
You came here to work on your own project, but quickly found your mind wandering, lulled by the soothing white noise of Donnie’s tinkering. Instead of properly writing down your notes, you flipped to the next page  on your notebook and started doodling. Your pen effortlessly glided over the page, forming different shapes and little creatures.
Several minutes went by, and you didn’t notice that Donnie stopped working, with a comfortable silence settling in. You didn’t look up when he excused himself from the room, saying he’ll be right back.
It was only when he came back and sat down next to you instead of where he’d been before that your daydreams came to a stop, and you straightened up in your seat. Donnie placed a steaming mug in front of you, and the smell of your favourite warm drink hit your nose. He was the only one who could get it perfectly, just the way you liked it. You smiled up at the turtle, picking up the mug to blow on it, and took a sip. Aah, just the perfect temperature. 
As you set it back down, you wanted to thank him, but the words got caught in your throat as your eyes met his. With his head leaning on his propped up elbow, Donnie studied your face intently, warmth held in his gaze.
“What’s on your mind?” you asked after a while of just looking at each other.
He didn’t reply, instead leaning in and placing a kiss only our lips. It caught you by surprise, but you only froze for a second, immediately melting into his touch as his hand came up to hold your face. You thought he was going to pull back, but he readjusted his angle and kissed you again on the cheek. Only then did he sit back, unable to hold your gaze, blush evident underneath the mask.
“You okay?” you asked softly, reaching out your hand over the table to graze your fingertips over his knuckles, giving him the chance to pull back. Donnie didn’t usually initiate kisses or touches, and you were okay with that. While you enjoyed the kiss, you were also surprised. “You know you don’t have to force–”
“I know,” he interrupted you, eyes daring up to meet yours. “I just… wanted to.”
The sudden gesture and his words hit you hard, for some reason. You could feel the sting of tears prickling behind your eyes, and a sniffle escaped your nose. Donnie’s face switched to concern.
“If I did something wrong, I’m sorry–”
“No, not all, Donnie,” you said, taking his hand in yours this time. “It just makes me… really happy to hear that. You make me happy.” 
The device Donnie was working on earlier beeped, and you both turned to look as a robotic voice coming from it announced, “Upload complete.”
Giving you one last smile and with a squeeze to your hand, Donnie stood up and walked back to his invention to continue working. You took another sip of your tea, and you weren’t sure if the warmth that spread in your chest came from the drink or from him.
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boogersparkles · 17 days ago
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THE WAY TO A PERSON'S HEART IS THROUGH THEIR STOMACH!
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Yuuta mito x gn!reader
Genre: crack, romantic, mutual pining
Summery: Yuuta wants to confess his feeling to [Name] and the Octo trio try to help (spoiler : it doesn't end too well)
Warning: might have ooc-ed the octos (idk if this is considered a warning but i use [Name] instead of Y/N cuz it reminds me too much of those AoT insta reels💀)
Words: 2.840~
Notes: Yuuta fic drop!! This came out wayyy longer than I anticipated also kinda changed the writting style cuz the colours aren't enough for everybody. Constructive criticism is welcomed! (Next fic will probably be with Yuuna or Yuuken cuz they need love too)
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Yuuta really likes you. In fact, he could say that he adores you.
He believes that you two are closer with eachother than his other friends here in Twisted Wonderland. That you can relate to him on a different level than anyone else, that your care and trust in him shows just how unseparable you two are. He could even say that you were more comfortable than just average friends, so why...
Why is he struggling so much with how to confess to you?!
He feels completely helpless when it comes to romance. He can't even ask anyone for help since Ace's relationship went horrible, Deuce doesn't know how to talk to girls besides his mom and the only thing that Grim knows how to romance is tuna.
He had also brainstormed ideas, like making handcrafts or baking, but he was an amature when it came to art and you pretty much live under the same shaby roof that threatens to fall on you 24/7 so he won't be able to be secretive.
He was sitting on a bench, resting his head in hands, contemplating and overthinking his choises. Unbeknownst to him, a specific group of mermen were walking towards his direction.
"My, my, looks like Yuuta has found himself in a predicament"
Startled by the sound of Azul's voice, Yuuta sees the well known Octo trio standing right in front of him, smilling while casting an ominous shadow, making them look more intimidating than friendly. Not giving him a chance to say anything, Jades chimes in.
"What seems to be the problem, dearest Yuuta? Your face was deeply distorted with frustration"
"Your face looked a lot like Red Squid's (Trein) with all those wrinkles on your forhead, Shrimpy!"
"Can we stop talking about my face, please?"
Yuuta's cheeks bloomed red with embarassment, being caught in his little overthinking loophole wasn't something that he wanted, much less by the people who yearn for blackmail material secrets.
"Right.. Well then, what is it?"
Azul drops the teasing and asks genuinely. Crossing his arms and cocking his head questiongly. Yuuta hesitates for a bit but reluctanly answers.
"I wanted to confess my feeling to [Name] and I wanted to do something special for them. But i don't know exactly what to do"
"I thought Shrimpy had a specialty for cooking. Can't you just bake up some cookies or something?"
"I did think about doing that, but there's no way I could secretly make something quick enough for them to not notice me. Besides, most of the cooking appliances are either broken or impossible to clean"
None of them say anything for a while, they look between eachother, as if to telepathicaly converse in some groupchat. Then Azul speaks up.
"I have a proposal"
"I'm not signing any contract"
"Wha- You didn't even let me finish!"
Yuuta wasn't too sure if he fully believed him, but he still lets him continue.
"I'll allow yoy to use the Mostro Lounge's kitchen for as long as you need, only if you work for us"
"...Really?"
"Come on Yuuta, have some faith in me. I can be harsh at times but I'm no monster. If payment is what you're worried about, I'll have that set up for you"
"I wasn't worried about that. I'm just.. surprised"
He accepts the offer and smiles brightly, the others seem to be pleased as well. Starting tomorrow, Yuuta will work at the Mostro Lounge and will try to confess to you.
Keyword: try
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Attempt 1#: Cookie trouble
Yuuta was baking at the Lounge's kitchen, where Azul had given him a recipe for some Valentine's day cookies. Even though it was way too early for Valentine's day, the gift held the same sentiment, so the date didn't make a difference. He left some extras in a jar for the guys as a thank-you present for lending him the kitchen.
Making his way out, Yuuta waves goodbye to his fellow coworkers and leaves with the cookies in a paperbag. He was proud with how they came out, having Floyd as a taste tester because he wanted to skip work, which didn't end too well for him but he couldn't care less.
Some of his fellow cooks were also impressed with his skills, since it was his first time making that specific recipe.
"Woah, these are delicious Yuuta! Good job!"
"Exquisite, the flavor of the chocolate is just the right balance of sweetness. Splendid work, Yuuta"
"Hey Yuuta..? Can.. you teach me how to get good at baking some time?"
He originaly was worried that you wouldn't have liked them, but the compliments really gave him a confidence boost. Getting excited, he thought about how he should approach you. Should he say something short and sweet? Or should he say something more deep with affection. Guess he'll figure that out when the time comes.
As he was walking past the statues of the Seven, he accidentaly bumps into somebody.
"Oof- sorry about that!"
"Watch where you're going punk!"
Great, he just HAD to bump into a raging deliquent.
"I apologize! I wasn't looking where I was going"
The hooligan slowly started to tower over him. Yuuta sweared that if they were in some cartoon, he would be able to see smoke come out of his nose and ears.
"Listen here punk. I've had the worst day a man can possibly have, so if you don't get your face out of MY face, I swear to the Seven I'm gonna-!"
He abruptly stops his rant and... Starts to sniff the air?
Yuuta just stood there, terrified and confused. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Should he like.. Walk away and act like this never happened?
He tries to sneak away but freezes in his place when the man's bulging eyes land on him.
"You...."
"Me..???"
"You... HAVE THE MOSTRO LOUNGE'S SPECIAL VALENTINE'S DAY COOKIES WITH THE WHITE CHOCOLATE AND STRABERRIES?! IT'S LIKE THREE MONTHS UNTIL VALENTINE'S DAY HOW DID YOU GET THOSE?!?!"
"I.. uh... what?"
Yuuta struggled to understand a single word that came out of his mouth, since he sounded like some crow chihuahua hybrid. Could he even describe that sound? Honestly he had no clue.
Before that psycho can do anything, like an angel sent from the heavens (or from the bottom of the ocean) Floyd comes to the rescue! Or... more like to publicly execute the guy.
"Who do you think you are bothering little Shrimpy like that..?"
Now Floyd was the one towering over the deliquint. Yuuta can just imagine how comical they looked from a third person point of view. The situation just gets more and more ridiculous by the minute.
"Eek! It's Floyd!"
Not looking in front of him, the cowardly hooligan crashes into Yuuta, making him drop the cookies.
"Little fishy got away. Now I really want to squize him.."
"Let it go Floyd, it won't accomplish anything, but thanks for standing up for me"
Glancing behind Floyd, he sees Azul and Jade walking up to them.
"We reported to a teacher about everything. Are you okay, Yuuta?"
"I'm fine... But the cookies aren't, what a waste.."
"Truly a shame. And you worked so hard to make those"
Jade gave him a sympathetic look and a pityful one at the cookies. What to do with them now? I mean, you can't feed them to any animals because of the sugar so..
*Crunch* *Munch* * Munch*
"Floyd! Don't eat them off of the ground!"
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Attempt 2# : Wrong breakfast delivery
Yuuta was still a little bumbed out about the incident from 3 days ago, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. His spirit still stays strong! For now...
Finding himself in the kitchen again, he cooks up some pancakes and shapes fruits into hearts. Putting them in a divided lunchbox, he also places a small jar with your favorite spreading along with a little spoon and a little note that said "Would you like to go out some day? Just the two of us ♡" right on top of the jar, making sure everything looked neat. After closing the lid, he quickly leaves through the Octavenelle's mirror.
He finds you sitting at one of the cafetiria's tables with Ace, Deuce and Grim. As Yuuta sits across from you, he pushes the lunchbox your way, focusing on you because the others were too busy arguing about something stupid again.
"Good morning [Name]! I made you breakfast"
"Aww, thanks Yuuta. But I already ate"
"If you're not gonna eat it, I will!"
Before Yuuta could stop Grim, he had already opened the lid and started scarfing down everything like some beast that hasn't eaten in centries. Crumbs and juices were flying everywhere like bullets along with the now forgotten note that pretty much vanished into thin air. Everyone was taking cover to not get dirty, except Yuuta who was wallowing in his despair, not even reacting when some juices splatter on his cheek.
"Grim, slow down! You're gonna choke!"
"I can't help it, Yuuta's cooking is the best!"
"Thanks... Grim..."
From the corner of his eye, Yuuta could see the Octo trio cringing with second hand emberassment, which he couldn't blame them for. He's been in two seperate situations where he had his plan disintegrated right in front of him by some stupid factor.
When the warzone had calmed down, he feels a hand on his shoulder
"Yuuta, when you're available, please come to my office"
~After school hours had ended~
A couple of hours later, Yuuta found himself in Azul's office. He never even noticed how fast time passed, but he needed to listen to what Azul wanted to say.
"Well.. How do i put this gently-"
"Shrimpy, you're killing us here man"
"Huh?"
Yuuta was slightly surprised by Floyd's words, but it wasn't fully unexpected.
"Alright, listen. You've helped us with busines, surprisingly by a lot for such a short amount of time. Therefore, we will set up a date for you two"
Okay now THAT was fully unexpected.
"You would.. really do that?"
"We wouldn't be offering if you didn't raise sells nearly by 9% within a week"
After that, who was Yuuta to reject that offer? Lady luck was with him at the wrong times, but third time is the charm!
Right?
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Attempt 3# : Dinner date
Yuuta had invited you to eat out for dinner, just the two of you. He also told you not to tell anyone because he was able to win a VIP spot for two people at the Mostro Lounge and he didn't want the others to get jealous. So you kept your mouth sealed, excited for your little dinner date.
Actualy, you didn't know if this was a date or not, but the thought of you and your crush sharing a romantic dinner together made you blush, just a little. At the moment, you were waitting for Yuuta at the school's well to pick you up. He said that he needed do something for work and that he'll try to finish it as fast as possible.
As you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you hear footsteps getting louder and louder. Turning to your left, you see Yuuta dressed in a white button-down shirt and a fancy pair of navy blue pants.
"Hi! Sorry that I'm late, got caught up with work"
"Oh, it's okay. At least you took the time to dress nicely. I'm starting to feel underdressed"
"Why would you think that? You look great! Besides, we're not really financhially stable"
"Guess you have a point. Anyway shall we get going?"
"Yes, of course"
You started to walk towards the Octavenelle dorm, chit chatting along the way with how your day went, up coming exams and Yuuta's work. Speaking of which, you haven't seen him much because of it. You were happy for him that he found a job that suited him, but you started to miss him.
Finally arriving at the resturant, you go to the reception to find your designated table. But when you were about to speak, the receptionist perks up when he sees Yuuta and personaly escorts you to the VIP rooms
"This is your room. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave"
He leaves you and Yuuta in front of the door with the number 2 on it. Number 1 probably being Azul's office, but number 2 is still pretty high in the ranks AND money, right?
"Yuuta. Just what exactly did you do to win this?"
Yuuta simply laughs at your baffeled expression and opens the door, gesturing you to enter.
"Don't worry about it. Let's just enjoy our dinner"
Stepping into the room, you see a single table with two chairs, underneath a beautiful chandelier adorned with seashells and pearls. As if that wasn't romantic enough, the room was dimly lit and one of the walls was an aquerium of multicoloured fishes with sparkling scales.
While you were still admiring the room, Yuuta had gently held your hand, leading you to your chair, only after pulling out for you. When you sat across from eachother, a waiter came in to give you both menu catalogues and a little device for whenever you needed service.
The waiter exits shortly after writting down your order, leaving you and Yuuta all alone. You two sit for a bit, not sure with what to talk about, since you had previously said everything on your way here. So, to not stay in complete silence, you decided to play a game of "I spot" with the fishes in the aquerium.
But it's been over 45 minutes now and dinner still hasn't been served. Yuuta had secretly sent Azul a mesage about the delay, but he simply replied that there were some technical difficulties in the kitchen.
~Meanwhile in the kitchen~
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT THE STOVE IS FLYING?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! THAT SAME PSYCHO WHO WAS SCREAMING ABOUT COOKIES FROM DAYS AGO CAME IN AGAIN AND STARTED THROUGHING RANDOM SPELLS ALL OVER THE PLACE"
Azul's phone was shaking in his hands as he listened to one of his employees explain the situation. Peeking in the kitchen, he sees the mentioned stove flying in circles, as the food danced wildly on the plates. Taking a deep breath, he turns back to his employee.
"Did anyone get hurt?"
"Uhhh... Jade is currently stuck to the ceiling while Floyd is fist fighting with the cookie man"
"SEVENS DAMN IT-"
~Back at the VIP rooms~
Yuuta audibly sighs, he hoped that you didn't hear him, but you had noticed how tense he was ever since you sat down.
"Hey Yuuta, are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just a little stressed from work"
"Are you sure that's the only thing bothering you?"
You just have to notice every tiny detail about him, don't you? Yuuta straightens his back, putting his clamy hands together, he finally spits out what he has been hiding.
"I... wanted to confess to you and I wanted to do something special... But anything I had planned never worked out"
He really struggled to say those words, nerves shaking when his voice cracked.
"I've liked you for a while now and I wanted to make this a memrable experience, but I just got a text from Azul that they're having difficulties in the kitchen.."
"Yuuta.. I like you too, but you didn't have to go out of your way to set this whole thing up"
Yuuta just looks at you, calmer from before. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks, listening intently to your words.
"Besides, those dumplings of yours always have me head over heels for you"
"Then, I guess that I'll have to keep making them, haha"
He finally relaxes, cracking a smile while resting his chin in his palm. You couldn't help but do the same, straight up looking like you came from a cheesy romance movie.
The moment was cute while it lasted. Then suddenly, Yuuta gets hit with some mysterious flying sauce that came from the kitchen square in the face.
But he didn't mind it too much, he was too busy paying attention to your laugh.
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evolnoomym · 4 months ago
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The other Woman🕊️
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(?)!Joel Miller x F!OC Moon
General Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist | Support me |
Summary: You are on cloud nine after enduring a lot of pain. All changes because of Joel Miller. But for how much longer will the dream work?
Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!
Word count: 2.2K
Authors note: This is for Freya’s @almostfoxglove Angst Writing Challenge. The title is based off of a Lana Del Rey song. Check it out: The other woman. Here I present some self indulgent (Mommy issues 😵‍💫) Joel Miller Angst. Freya also provided the lovely moodboard.🙏🏻🤭
Hope you’ll like this!!!
Warnings: no y/n, F!OC, Moon, loss of father, pre-outbreak, grief, alludes to smut, falling in love quickly, discussion of abuse, description of physical and emotional abuse, body shaming, talks about motherhood, Mommyyyyyyy isssues, alludes to unprotected sex, cream pie’s, talks of a potential pregnancy, they’re trying to be careful but who knows 🫣😈, cheating, alcohol consumption, confrontation, angst, threats, Moon hurts him, open ended, post-outbreak, no ages mentioned but in my head there’s a 20 year gap. If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻
Shoutout to @saradika-graphics & @cafekitsune for the dividers and to @joelmillerisapunk & @always-andromeda for beta reading 🤎
Disclaimer: Okay what I describe here happening to Moon is taken entirely out of my own time growing up. Yes my mom sucks. Anyway English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 🫶🏻
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You met Joel 6 months ago, right after moving to Austin. It was a rushed decision Your Dad had passed a few weeks prior and you wanted nothing more than to be as far away as possible. So you packed everything up and left your hometown.
Your neighbor, Dani, invited you to go to a bar nearby. After arriving she gave you the drink orders and sent you on your way to the bar. That’s where you met Joel, ordering his own drink. You quickly got to talking and a few drinks later you made yet another rushed decision by taking him home with you.
He gave you the best night of your life and too many orgasms to count. It was so unlike you, to have a one night stand, but Joel seemed different.
Around the third date he asked you to be his girlfriend and you foolishly accepted instantly. You two clicked and so you didn’t mind how quickly everything moved.
In the last 6 months Joel had made your life so much better. He’s like the sun on a warm beach day. Colors seem brighter, the air fresher, and the bad voices quiet. With him around it’s finally peaceful.
He asks you about your parents one day after you had breakfast with him at your place.
“Ya know, we never talked bout’ your parents. How are they?” Joel can’t possibly know what this simple question unleashes.
“Well my Dad passed away before I moved here. He was a drinker and that cost him everything in the end. And my- my mom she…”
“She…she was not a good one. Always angry, it was like walking on eggshells. Anything would set her off. Her unhappiness is what led to the hitting and screaming.” You sigh. This hurts.
“She insulted me all my life, about how I look and behave, who I am. She ordered diet pills and forbade wheat because it makes you fat. I think she hated me but only because she hates herself so much and I’m an extension of herself.“ You look at Joel. He looks visibly sick at the revelations.
“Princess, I am so sorry, I know I can’t change what happened but ya never have to go back there and ya never have to feel like that.”
“Whenever her voice got louder, or when her steps got quicker I always had a buzzing behind my eyes. Because I knew in a moment it could all go boom.” Opening up about how she abused you is something you never expected to do again, but you trust Joel.
“I think the worst part was when she would chase me, I had to learn how to quickly get to my room, shut the door and lock the door. “Otherwise..” It only happened once but the memory still makes you wince. “She would hurt me.”
“You wanna tell me what happened?” He carefully asks.
“She would usually try to break the door in but if the door was locked it never worked. However, one time I was not fast enough. I was just getting my plate of bolognese from the kitchen when she started blowing up. I stood right behind my door trying to close it when she rammed into it, the door slammed against me and I was knocked over. The red sauce was all over me and my white carpet. I was crying hysterically, in pain and shock, but my mom had nothing better to do than belittle me about what had happened. She made it out to be my fault. Let’s not even get started on how many times she told me I would fail in life, how she couldn’t wait to see it happen.” You whisper the last part.
“She told me I’d regret moving to Austin…that I would fail.”
“Bullshit, ya won’t fail,” he reassured.
“She also told me that will be a horrible mother. She always said that she wishes a child for me that is just as difficult as I was.” Your own mother was always hoping for your downfall.
“Baby, you will be the best damn mom, you are fiercely protective and full of kindness. You wouldn’t repeat what she did.” Joel’s hands grab your face to tilt it up.
“You really think so?”
“I do, you’d be a wonderful mommy.” He reaffirms.
He soothed you until the tears stopped.
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A couple week’s later, in bed, after one of many times that he had fucked you for hours before shooting his load deep inside you, you started talked about having babies, that’s how serious you took this relationship.
“Joel?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Have you ever thought about having kids?” You make that important question sound like the easiest thing ever.
“Why you askin’?” He laughs softly.
“I don’t know. I mean we try to be careful but you come inside me all the time. Maybe one of these times we mess up and what then?” You wonder. What would it be like having his baby?
“We would do whatever ya want, baby. I’m there whatever you decide.” He assures while rubbing your shoulder.
“I love you Joel.” You mean it. He’s the love of your life, the perfect man.
“I love you too, Princess.” And you think he means it.
It took some time to voice what you were feeling.
But Joel was always straight forward, taking what he desired. It showed in the way he had you wrapped around his finger in no time, how he wormed his way into your brain. Whatever it was spread through you like a disease, overtaking each and every cell until nothing was left. You’d figured that this unidentified thing was love. Your love for Joel was overwhelming, dizzying, and terrifying. Never before had you felt so loved.
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It’s Wednesday evening and you felt like treating yourself to a little drink at your favorite bar, the one where you met Joel.
Though you never made it further than the entrance. What you see through the glass stops you dead in your tracks. The visual shoots through you like electricity. Joel with another woman. Close, she’s snuggled into his side and his arm is around her waist. She’s closer to his age.
As you stare at Joel’s figure and the mystery woman next to him, you can feel the telltale buzzing behind your eyes again. Because you know in a moment it can all go boom.
And it does, he kisses her, right on the lips, no way of mistaking it for a failed cheek kiss. Your heart feels like it’s shutting down; there it is, the final beat.
You remembered all those nights before you met Joel, ones spent crying and screaming at the sky. You told yourself again and again, one more heartbreak and that’s it. You can’t handle hurting that way again and yet here you were staring as your boyfriend kissed someone else. It gets worse. Your eyes trace their hands and surely enough there’s a ring on both their hands.
He’s married. And he lied about everything.
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You truly don’t know how you got back home, you must have walked on autopilot. Your hand shakes when you push the key into the lock. You stumble into the kitchen and just stand there and think about all those weird coincidences that start to add up.
He never invited you to his home, you never met any of his family, he mostly came over at odd times that he explained away with his hectic work schedule. On top of that, he only took you on dates to spots that were a little further out. In retrospect, it’s so obvious but you really wanted it to be real.
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Maybe hours pass, maybe not, you don’t know but you know that what happens now will not end happily. The click of the door knob indicates his arrival, then his cologne envelopes you and you know he’s close.
“Hey, Princess.” His belly connects with your back and his arms slide around your waist, it’s how he touched her.
“How are you, had a good night?” You feel like puking at his sweet tone, even more when he nuzzles himself into your neck, kissing towards your shoulder. Those lips you used to love only hurt now and each press of them send more images of how he probably does the same to his wife in their bed.
You push his hands off and turn around; it’s now or never.
Apparently you look pretty fucked up, judging by how concerned he is.
“Jesus, baby, what happened, did someone hurt ya?” How ironic of him to ask that.
His hands are reaching up to touch your face but you smack them away harshly.
You stare at each other, both of your chests heaving with panic for different reasons. Yours out of anger, his out of fear. Joel has never seen you in such a state and he’s terrified.
“I know,” you whisper.
“What?”
“Everything, I know it all, Joel.”
“I don’t understand?”
“Oh, please,” you get louder, “you are married…I saw you, with-with her.” you wave your hands around and struggle with hiding your disgust.
“You fucking lied to me, after I trusted you, Joel.” You get close and jab your finger in his chest. “After everything I told you, what is wrong with you? You’re able to lie to my face without any remorse. I don’t want to see you right now. Get out.” You start pushing him.
“Moon, listen,” Joel tries to reason with you.
But you cut that short.
“No, shut up and get out.” You urge.
The door slamming shut behind him echoes in your head for hours afterward.
For the next 2 weeks you don’t respond to his constant messages and phone calls. Joel drives by your house almost every other day. He even dares to knock but you don’t open and keep all the curtains drawn.
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One night after drinking too much vodka you have the glorious idea to visit Joel’s construction company. The wooden bat helps you force your way into his office. You walk to his table, which has a bunch of framed pictures on top. Joel and his wife. Joel and his brother, you assume. When you see the last frame you get the stomach turning feeling of betrayal yet again. There’s Joel and a girl around 13 years old who looks a lot like a mixture of him and his wife. He has a fucking kid all while pretending to be childless and open to having one with you. It makes you angry.
He knew how to hurt you and without missing a beat he did something so detrimental.
You hate him, the love of your love.
His second life laid out right in front of you and you pick up the bat and start swinging. His computer screen, the pictures and some trinkets fall victim to your outburst.
With all the noise from things breaking you don’t hear someone approach and so the shock is evident when someone grabs your shoulder and turns you around. It’s Joel who rips the bat out of your grasp and throws it away.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” He quizzes angrily before pushing you against the nearest wall.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? You break something of mine and I break something of yours. Fair is fair, right?” you spit at him.
Then you double down.
“Although nothing you did was ever fair, you lied to me from the beginning. We talked about having babies. How fucked up for you to pretend all this way to not be a father.”
Before he can respond you jam your knee into his groin. Of course Joel goes down screaming in pain and holding onto his crotch. Serves him right.
You grab the bat and continue trashing his office.
Joel doesn’t even try to get up. He just watches you demolish his office. You break all of the windows, one by one, with that bat of yours. Once you’re done, you turn around and head towards him. Joel is actually convinced you might kill him with how much anger is radiating off of you.
“Baby, please let’s just talk ‘bout it, just give me a chance to explain?” he pleads with you.
You whisper, “Listen, you dumb motherfucker, you will never ever see me again. And if you don’t stay the fuck away I’m gonna ruin your fucking life.” You lean in further and almost yell at him, “You hear me? I’m gonna end you, Joel Miller. sincerely hope your wife and daughter figure out what piece of shit you are. I hope that they both will despise your guts for ruining all our lives with your selfishness and I hope you’ll be miserable until you’re dead.”
Afterwards you get up and walk away, leaving him there on the ground wallowing in self-pity.
A couple weeks later he goes to your house expecting you to be there, but the property is abandoned and surrounded by mesh wire.
He realizes that you really were serious.
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(10 years later)
Joel wanders past your residence for the first time since the world ended. Since his wife and daughter died back on the night of the outbreak. He stares at your house wondering if you really cursed him and the rest of the population with those last words you spat at him. He wonders if you’re still alive wandering just like him, content with yourself because your wish came true and he lost everything.
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marsmaximoff · 6 months ago
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🎄; 25th of december ❄︎⋆˚⊹☃︎
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content warning: fem!reader. pure fluff. many curses. reader is 20 and calls him “dym” as a short name, he calls her “love, darling and my love”. they’re dating. let me know if i missed something.
word count: 732 ❣️
author’s note: i wasn’t planning on posting anything for Christmas, but i got this idea and i had to write it. so, i apologize if the quality is not that good, as i usually spend days on my writings while this was all done on a matter of hours. also, english is my third language, so i’m sorry for the mistakes. constructive criticism is welcomed as always. thank you so much for the support on my last post, and merry christmas everybody! 🤍 happy hanukkah, kwanzaa, diwali or any other celebrations too 🫶🏻 and if you don’t celebrate anything, have a happy end of the year ✨ p.s.: god im in love with dmitri and almost no one is posting anything, i’ll probably post more of him. anyways, enjoy!! <3
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the silk grazes my fingertips as i stretch my arm. i tentatively palm the bed looking for some warmth, for him. but the sheets and pillows are the only things left around me.
the screen of my phone clears up as i blink. 11:28 a.m. with a bit more of focus, the notifications slowly reveal themselves and my eyes travel through them searching for his name. nothing. he’d have texted me if something had requested his presence back at the office. although, he couldn’t have business to deal with on Christmas, right? not this soon, at least.
the pearly white snow greets me through the window making me stand up with a smile. how gorgeous. i make my way to the kitchen to grab something to drink while knotting my robe, and the shiny decor welcomes me effusively. i don’t realize at first, but a big and unfamiliar shadow catches my attention from the corner of my eye while i open the carton of juice.
“holy fuck. dym?”
our christmas tree, stunning as always, lays now almost drowned in presents. in fact, the stack is such, that i can’t even make out the floor for a good four-five steps. some light chuckles behind my back fill the room with the warmth i’ve been craving since i woke up. “beautiful, isn’t it?”
i turn around to dmitri sitting on the couch, staring at me with a huge grin. as if that number of gifts was the most normal sight in the world. “what the hell?” “you’ve had me waiting, darling. did you sleep good?” he asks affectionately.
“what are you, on your Santa Claus era?” i say looking at the presents again. he grants me that laugh that i adore so much as i try to give them a quick count, but after the twentieth, it starts to feel simply bonkers. they’re not even small ‘little treats’, oh no. there’s large boxes and bags everywhere.
“seriously, are you giving gifts to your whole fucking building? or is every one of your men getting one?”
“wrong. and. wrong” he says proudly, and once he’s in front of me, he just smiles. there are obvious love and joy in his eyes, which sends a cute fluttery feeling to my heart. “dmitri-“ his lips seal my words with a gentle kiss. “merry christmas, love”. a sparkle makes space on his gaze that could so easily compete with the star of the tree itself. wait. oh. oh. there’s no way.
his hands take mine and softly walk me towards the swimming pool of gifts. then, he sits close by and points at them with his head. “come on, darling. you’ve had me feeling all impatient”. he looks so excited. so cheerful. but i can’t help the slight guilt that takes over me. “dym, you’re crazy. tell me these are not only for me. you can’t- god do you even have an idea of how many there are?!” “40”. he doesn’t even take a single second to think about it. seriously, what the actual fuck? “two for every christmas i couldn’t spoil you in” this has to be a damn dream. “we’ve been friends since school!” i say grinning. “but we weren’t dating. so it doesn’t count. i wanted to make it special.” “you really didn’t have to” i refute. “i wanted to. please don’t make me wait anymore i need to see your reactions”. with a final glance, i turn around and grab the first one. “ohhh you’ll love that one!”
how can he be so cute? he wasn’t wrong, tho. it was a special edition of one of my favorite books. during the next hours, i go one by one, filling the room with gasps, yells, curses and many “oh my good”s and “thank you so much”s.
by the end of it, i’ve got clothes, books, headphones, plushies, a phone, jewelry, plane tickets, merchandising, signed stuff from famous people i love, and the cherry on top; a new car.
“you are mad. i love you so much but you’re mad” i say hugging him still shocked. “madly in love with you, you mean” he answers pulling back. “you liked them, then?” “loved them” he gives me another kiss, longer this time. “good. merry christmas, my love. i love you” he adds.
he can only hope i’ll love the ring just as much.
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voice-of-the-sexyman · 4 months ago
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🏆 VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIP INFORMATION POST🏆
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[Hi! This Tournament is run by Mod Mai (me is @/hello-universe-lovers) and Mod Ian (he is @ianosaur03 ). Here you may submit your Voice into a tournament of SIXTEEN to find out who is the best Sexyman!] - Mod Mai
TOURNAMENTS THAT HAVE PASSED!
❄️ Voice of the Sexy Cold ❄️
👓 Voice of the Sexy Skeptic 👓
UPCOMING TOURNAMENT !
🔥 Voice of the Sexy Smitten 🔥
DISCLAIMER:
🏁 While we intend to run this tournament as legitimately and professionally as possible, it's worth saying that obviously, this is for FUN and is not meant to taken seriously nor as a definitive way of saying one Voice is better than the other. I just wanna do the Stupid Tumblr Sexyman polls with Voices.
🏁 It's also obvious, but we are not associated with BlackTabbyGames and the title is only for bragging rights and for show. Nothing more, nothing less.
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RULES:
Submission:
🔍 From 28/4/2025 to 12/5/2025, we will take Submission of the themed Voice designs from various artists across Tumblr. With the tournament starting on 12/5/2025 or the following day(s).
🔍 Only Voices submitted through the Google Form are accepted. Although reblogging is appreciated to spread the message.
🔍 There are SIXTEEN (16) spots open on the tournament bracket. If we fill all of the spots before the 2 weeks are over, then I will make a post telling its closed. But the tournament will still start on the 12/5/2025.
Tournament:
⛓️ The Tournament will be a vote. 2 Voices are pitted against each other, and the one with the higher vote move onto the next round. Very simple.
⛓️ Each round will last for a week to give people time to vote, make propaganda, reblog, what have you...
⛓️ The Winner will receive the title of "Voice of the Sexyman" for life, because I don't plan on doing repeats.
⛓️ HOWEVER, I do intend to do this for at least a couple, if not all, of the Voices. So if you miss this one, don't worry. There's 11 crowns after all ~♡
⛓️ Only one tie allowed per tournament for the sake of the mod's sanity and for the flow of the tournament. (But mainly for my sanity)
⛓️ you can find the Google form RIIIIGHT HERE
Etiquette:
❤️ As stated, this is not serious and should not be taken as such. While me and Ian will intend to run this professionally, that does not mean you can harass or spam people to either vote or participate.
❤️ Please respect both the mods. The purpose of this tournament is to be fun and give people a chance to show off their artworks.
❤️ Please do not attack others for their aforementioned choices. People can choose to vote, participate, both or neither.
❤️ WE HAVE NEVER DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BEFORE! if there are any problems at all with the votes, the Google form or if you have questions, please send an ask and one of us will get back to you soon. Constructive criticism very appreciative.
❤️ with that said, fanart, reblogs and "propaganda" art is appreciated. Just be mindful and respectful when you send it via reblogs, or posts.
❤️ This will be updated as time goes on, should clarification or new rules be added.
Tags:
These are what you should look for if you wanna find content for the tournament.
✅️ [#voice of the sexyman championship #voice of the sexyman]: general tag of all things tournament related.if you want your piece mentioned and reblogged, use this. (Note: I will not reblog anything posted in-between tournaments)
✅️ [#Voice of the sexy (voice)]: if you wanna look up stuff for a specific voice/tournament (example: #Voice of the sexy Cold)
✅️ [#sexyman propaganda]: for fanart promoting a specific Voice. Or all of them, if you're a masochist/jk
✅️ [#half time shenanigans]: for art and stuff thats not necessarily propaganda but uses the tourney setting for some bullshit/aff.
✅️ [#tournament announcements]: for announcements and updates about the tourney, such as delays, winners, or requests.
✅️ [#Tournament voting]: for if you want to skip the fluff and get to the voting stage.
✅️ [#Mod talk #mod mai #mod ian]: tags to indicate who made the post.
NOTE: If your post are not being rebloged, tag the blog specifically. Usually there is such a big backlog that things can slip through the cracks.
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👉PUTTING THE FORM AGAIN HERE IN CASE YOU MISSES IT 👈
[I think that's everything I need to say for now. I hope everyone has fun and I look forward to see all of your submission. Have a great day and I hope you have fun.
Oh and may the Smartest of Hearts wins/j
-Mod Mai]
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allmylifemyseasons · 6 months ago
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Goodnight and Go~ Choi Yeonjun
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synopsis: Yeonjun hates parting at night or... peeks of y/n's and yeonjun's relationship underneath the night sky.
pairing: College student! Choi Yeonjun x afab! reader
song: Goodnight and Go - Imogen heap (lost the plot halfway through, but point is, they are DOWN BAD for each other, Yeonjun more, and they are sickly sweet which the song is too, so... a win is a win.)
warnings- none? not really a plot... just moments of the relationship... mostly fluff/comfort, CHEESINESS (SELF INDLUGING), yeonjun being head over heel for you, just sickly sweet im telling ya... mentions of sexual acts but none performed (not there yet sadly)
( AND PROBABLY BAD WRITING BUT WE FINISHED A STORY SO?????? I WIN), OH FORGOT TO SAY.... it's also unedited....
Word count: 4.8k (ha...)
A/N: Hello! this is my first work on here, and honestly its a bit of a mess, but I made a new years resolution that id start writing more and posting it, and I just spent a couple of hours writing non stop... Please give me constructive criticism, I need rejection therapy LMAO, no but really, I want to be good so bad...
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Yeonjun rubs his hands together and blows his hot breath in between them, trying to defrost his frozen fingers, and it works but only for a bit. He watches that same air crystalize in front of him as he thinks of what else to say. You both stood by your door now, the front yard light was dim but shined brightly enough to see the blush across both of your faces. He was desperate for the night to continue, he wanted to hear you talk until the end of time, be around you until the sun came up, but he notices the shiver your body does everytime the wind blows. 
Yeonjun had seen you around before asking you on a date. It was one of those weird moments in cheesy rom coms, where you just wouldn't stop spawning everywhere he went. All throughout campus, you would appear, with the brightest smile he'd ever seen. You were always laughing, always smiling, always speaking with such enthusiasm in a conversation. When he finally put a voice to the smile, after sitting in the only chair left available in a class you shared, Yeonjun understood why those around you carried the same smile around, even after parting from you. Yeonjun had never felt as listened to as much as he did in the first conversation you had and the ones following it. He wondered just exactly how you did it, to make any person that spoke to you, the most important person in the world.You were addicting to be around, a source of comfort and laughter. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, a day before fall semester ended, he felt the clouds push back as you smiled softly, for the first time looking nervously everywhere else before saying yes, a twinkle shined in your eye, like a disney movie and he felt absolutely captivated from there on. 
“Um, anyways, thanks for dinner tonight,” You say looking directly up at him, your eyes shined with hope as if you were expecting something. You clear your throat before continuing, “and thanks for the jacket.” 
You begin to peel it off your shoulders: 
“Now, please put it on before your future cold gets worse,”
“Pfft, what cold? Ill be fine~”He smirks confidently, waving a dismissive hand as he bunches up his jacket to prove a point. 
“I can't wait to say I told you so.” you tease. 
“You wish, in fact I'm gonna be so fine, I'm hoping I can see you again? Maybe before the weekend ends? Friday? There's that new spiderman movie… ” Anything. He thinks to himself. He doesn't worry about looking too desperate, it truly doesn't bother him to show you that he wants you, bad, because he really does. 
“Hmm… okay let's make a deal. If you're feeling fine by this Friday, you get to pick the movie. If youre sick, I pick it…” A win-win. He smirks, “...after you get better…” His smile drops. 
“Ugh..” He rolls his eyes playfully before sticking his hand out, “...deal.” He makes a mental note to take vitamins before heading to bed. 
You shake his hand as a giggle falls from your lips. 
You're surrounded by an awkward silence again, you're no longer looking at him but literally anywhere else. He knows what you're waiting for, and honestly he wants it too. Your lips, that were tinted and glossed, had been distracting him all night, but he was nervous. Yeonjun had always been someone who moved fast, always quick to jump the rope. In the past, he would have walked right on in on the first date and would've stayed the night, and the relationships themselves would move quickly to the point that things would get messy and things were not fully thought through. He didn't want to do that with you, he didn't want to ruin this. But was a kiss considered slow? Fast? He didn't have enough time to mull it over. 
“Um, so yeah let me know…” You chuckle awkwardly, reaching back for the handle of the door. There's still hope in your eyes until he speaks up. 
“I will, thanks for coming out with me tonight, y/n” Yeonjun steps backwards, feeling regret rush through his body. He thinks it might overcome him before he catches a genuine smile on your face, “Goodnight, Jun.” 
“Goodnight.” He watches you walk in before walking back to his car, where he dwells on the sweet image of your smile. 
Your lips. God, your lips.
 He should've done it, what's fast about a kiss? The look you gave him replays in his mind, flutters breaking out in his stomach over and over again each time. The regret is making him move ten times slower and distracts him well enough that he doesn't notice the moving figure circling around his car to the driver's side window. 
The knock makes him jump. He rolls his window down, looking awfully confused because here you were, kneeling down to his level, with a nervous look. 
“Y/N? Are you okay? Did you forget something?” 
You stare at him for a bit, “Um, yeah, j-just this…” You lean forward hesitant before landing a quick peck on his lips. It happened so fast Yeonjun barely had time to feel your lips pressed on his, but he felt them, they were on there. He notices the nervous look as you wait patiently for his reaction and it makes him break into a smile. Who knew being on the same page felt so good? 
He reaches your face with both of his hands to bring you back to him, this time keeping your lips on his for longer than a peck, and they feel much softer than they looked, and he was able to taste the leftover sweetness of the slice of cake you shared, he can't believe he said goodnight before doing this. He can't believe he lived a whole life before your lips.
The wind picks up and he feels you shiver once again, and he remembers that its winter and you ran out in your dress and a thin cardigan. He lets go, not before pecking your lips once more, and smiles up at you, the blush on your cheeks were his doing and he's feeling really good about that. 
“Okay, for real now, goodnight.” You giggle before tightening your cardigan and running back inside. 
He watches you scurry in, and he drives off, the faint feeling of your lips are as present as the permanent smile on his lips that night. 
——- 
“Are you sure there’s nothing more I can help you with, Mrs. L/N?” Yeonjun stands by the open door, leaning against the wall, using it as support as he fits his foot in his shoe. The table was cleared and the dishes were washed, yet he felt like he could stay longer if needed. 
Yeonjun loved your family home. Everything reminded him of you, from the smell to the style to every single picture on the wall having either a call back to stories he remembers you telling him or a younger version of you in them. It made it feel like you, and it was hard to leave every time. 
“You've done more than enough, sweetie. Thank you.” Your mother replies leaning to give him a tight hug and an affectionate squeeze on the cheek before heading to the living room. 
“Y/N, dont forget to lock the door once youre back inside.” 
“Got it!” You respond back, closing the door behind you as you both step out to the refreshing breeze of a summer night. The buzzing of the insects filled the silence as Yeonjun turned back to you. 
“Thank you, sweetie.” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. 
“Oo, someone jealous~” 
“Am not!” 
“Its okay, baby. I won't steal your mom.” He ruffles the top of your head before leaning into your embrace. 
“You wouldn't succeed anyways~” It came out muffled that he could barely understand it, making him chuckle lightly. 
He knew he had to leave soon, you both had class in the morning. Yet in your warmth, it made it so hard to care about anything other than the feeling of your head in his chest. 
“Dont go.” You say softly. Once again, it's like you were in his head.
“Mmm, We have class tomorrow though, and you have that exam, i'm only gonna distract you.” He hated to be the responsible one in these circumstances but you had been nervous about this class and he knew better than to fall for the temptation of staying and not allowing you to study. 
“Ugh.. Please dont remind me.” You rub your face on his chest before stepping back and he looks at you with an amused face. 
“Are you picking me up tomorrow?” 
“Duh.” 
“Okay. Can we go to that one cafe with the fluffy cheesecakes after?” 
He nods before pulling on your fingers, leaning in for a kiss. 
“Goodnight, Baby~” He says in between kisses.
“Night, Junie~” You turn to go, your hand being the last thing lingering on him, before you feel back. He grabs your face gently bringing you in for a second kiss. 
“Goodnight, Baby~” He says again, a small smile playing on his lips as he pecks you twice. 
This brings a small laugh out of you. 
“Goodnight, Junie~” You drag out before turning around again, only to again feel a pull back, this time his hands slip and pull your long sleeve instead. 
“Yeonjun!” You laugh out, his lips once again attaching themselves to you. 
“Okay, okay, forreal goodnight” He laughs too, his hands closing in behind your head, bringing you in for what should have been the final kiss of the night. He feels your smiles in the kiss fade as he keeps you in the kiss for a bit, he can feel the soft sigh you let out and he feels dizzy from it. Yeonjun breaks the kiss, landing pecks before leaning back slightly, your head still in his hands. The warmth spreads across his face, down to his chest and he can't tell if the buzzing is coming from the insects anymore or from his heart.  What he can tell, is that you're feeling it too as he watches how your half lidded eyes continue to stare at him, so full of adoration and love he almost feels shy by them. 
“I love you” He whispers, watching you carefully for any sign of a reaction. He thinks he might have read the room wrong, until he watches your eyes widen and sparkle cartoonishly, a smile breaking wide on your face. 
“I love you too.” He takes a moment to process your response before leaning down to touch foreheads and Yeonjun feels an explosion of emotions in him, like fireworks being set off all over his body. 
“Good.” He says trying to play it off as not a big deal. But he can't play off the crack in his voice. You giggle. 
“Shut up,” You push him gently and Yeonjun can't help but just stare at you, “Goodnight, Baby. I love you~” He loves the enjoyment in your eyes as you say it.
“I love you too. Good night~” And just like the night of your first date, and almost every week since it happened 6 months ago, he watches you walk towards the door. 
“Okay! Goodnight! Go already!” You laugh from the door. “Text me when you're home!”
———
Yeonjun watches you from the corner of his eye at the way you run a hand through your hair, standing across from him, your arms crossed. Your parents weren't home, and they wouldn't be for the whole weekend, something that was often celebrated between the two of you, spent in each other’s arms, in each other's beds, but right now Yeonjun sat slumped on the couch. He spent the past five minutes in silence trying to figure out how to direct the conversation, but he felt like you were both losing patience with each other, and he hated the feeling. 
“Y/N. Can you please just sit with me?” 
He watches you stand there for a moment before walking towards him. Arguments weren’t common enough to know how to have a healthy one. Words and accusations have been thrown, and Yeonjun wants to put an end to it before it gets worse. 
It started with a light stray, just a small comment from you that caught him off guard. 
“You can go, I don't mind staying home.” you lean facing the island as you watch the water of the sink hit the drain, steam rising up makes you turn the faucet handle the other direction before Yeonjun puts his hands in boiling water. 
“What? No, come on, it'll be fun.” he rubs your back as he stacks the dishes in the sink. 
“Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun.” From the look on your face, the soft chuckle that escapes your lips, he knew you didn't mean anything provoking about it, but he couldn't help but believe there was deeper meaning behind it. 
“What's that supposed to mean?” He no longer focused on the dishes. 
“Huh? Nothing? I just mean like sometimes your friends' parties aren't fun. ” 
“But we already said we’d go? I don't want to back out now.” 
“Then go, baby. We don't both have to be there. I'm sure they won't even notice I'm not there.” 
“Of course they'll notice! Chaewon and Soob are gonna be so bummed you're not there. I'm gonna be bummed you're not there” 
“Jun, I really don't want to spend the one weekend having the house to myself, at someone else's house. I'm tired, I'm on my period and the last thing I want to do is drink and have the bass booming in my ears. If you really wanna go, it's fine. You should go.” You were getting frustrated, he could tell but the feeling was throwing him out on a loop. 
Yeonjun felt like something was off. Have you always felt this way about the parties you’d go to? Had it had something to do with his friends? With him? 
“Come on, I always go to your parties, come to mine.” It hadn't occurred to him how pushy he sounded, but the idea of leaving you home alone didn't sit right with him. 
“No one asks you to go though.” 
“You don't have to ask me, I do things without needing to be begged.” it hits him. He's saying the wrong things, but it's too late, because you're giving him a look of total shock. 
“You don't have to beg me. I don't want to go. And even more so now that I'm being forced out of guilt.” 
“I didn't mean it like that.” 
“It doesn't matter what you meant. It's how it came out.” 
The argument only escalated from there. What started out as a simple rejection evolved to a yelling match and ended with Yeonjun slamming the door on his way out. No ‘goodnight’, no goodnight kiss, just the fall wind making it hard to walk out into the night. 
Yeonjun thinks he might have been overdoing things, overestimating the meaning behind your words, but it was hard to be sure, when you always hid behind them. Yeonjun couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it. And now leaving you alone in an empty house sent a wave of regret and sadness throughout his bones. Yeonjun hated saying goodnight to you, hated  that he had to settle on kissing you, settle on the faint ghosting feeling of your lips on his before he went to bed, but preferred it over this feeling anyday and now he royally fucked it up for the night and had to suffer through it. 
He wouldn't be able to even enjoy the party with the thought of you angry at him. He wouldn't be able to focus on the conversations nor enjoy the drinks with the memory of your furrowed eyebrows playing in a loop. 
He only made it two blocks away before he turned back, and headed back to you. He found you in the kitchen with teary eyes and soapy foam on your hands. The water running filled the dead air around you.
When Yeonjun finally makes his presence known, you're quick to look back down.
The silence that surrounds you now, as he gets you to sit beside him, has him questioning how he can fix this. 
His hand is hesitant in reaching for yours, and you move it closer to him to reassure him that it was okay to grab it. Thank god. He thought. 
“I'm sorry for everything I've said,” He rubs your palm looking at you focus on your hand, “I shouldn't be forcing you to do anything you don't want to do, it's not a big deal if you miss a couple of my friends parties, we don't have to go to every single one, i'm sorry i wasn't thinking about you. I like having you there and being around me and when you hangout with my friends I feel good, like all my favorite people are in one room. I think that just made me become a little selfish.” He joins you in watching how his thumb presses into your skin. You nod. 
Silence overcomes the both of you again, before you break it next. 
“I'm sorry too. I don't mean to be mean, I think my words just come out that way before I can think them through and I really need to work on that. You're not selfish for wanting that, but sometimes I just get tired of going out all the time.” He feels you holding back again, not being able to voice what was bothering you.
“Is it the ‘going out’ that's really bothering you? Or might it be something else?” It dawns on him that he can just ask. The tension had been disappearing by the minute, you pulled your hand away from him and hid your face. 
“I dont want to sound clingy…” 
“Hey, you won't. I swear.” 
You rub your hand over your face. Yeonjun hopes that the hand he places on your back soothes you at least a bit. 
“Sometimes you just feel really dismissive at parties. Like yeah we showed up together and you've introduced me to your friends and they know me and they're so nice, but in the first 10 minutes, you're like gone. I just start to feel abandoned. You don't have to babysit me, it's not what I'm saying you know? It's just like I feel left out, and maybe it's on me, maybe I just have to put myself out there and put in the effort to be friends with your friends, but youre kinda like my way in ya know? I was lucky that Soobin and Chaewon are in some of my classes for the semester, and we got closer that way. But once they leave, it's so hard to get close to you or keep up with you.  I'm sorry if this sounds annoying, I know its sou-” 
Yeonjun was dumbfounded. How could he have made you feel that way and never noticed? 
Right, because being stuck in a corner is fun. How stupid could he have possibly been. 
He felt his throat closing in. He cuts off your apologetic rant. 
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm so sorry I never noticed I would do that, I can't believe I didn't. You're right. I'm so sorry, y/n. Please forgive me. I hadn't realized that's what you meant. I won't be doing that ever again. I swear. Believe me.” he doesn't know what else to do other than spur out apologies. 
“Its okay. Really. I guess I know you get so caught up in having fun..” 
“Stop. Please don't justify it. I love you. I'm so sorry.” he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. 
“It's okay, thank you for listening. I love you too~” You chuckle a bit, your eyes no longer teary as they are replaced by a look of amusement. 
“We're pretty good at this argument and resolution thing, no?” You say after another small moment of silence. Yeonjun laughs. The tension is gone, chests are feeling lighter and the air is no longer still around you as Yeonjun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back to rest on the cushions. He's already thinking of all the ways he can make up for his mistake.
“Definitely not, but we got time to work on it.” He kisses your head. 
“It's a good start, atleast~” You laugh, leaning into his arms. 
The heater turns on, and the position you're both in feels so comfortable neither of you want to move. Especially Yeonjun as he catches a glance at the clock, 11:40pm.
“So… Do I have to say ‘goodnight’ tonight?” In his head, he knows the answer. Yet, he still asks, wanting to feel reassured, feeling an invisible new boundary he wants only you to break. 
“Dont be dumb.” You respond snuggling further into him and the couch. He can tell from the way you respond, that you're falling asleep, and with that thought his own eyes begin to droop. 
“Oh, jun?” Barely above a whisper that Yeonjun barely catches it. 
“Yeah?” With his eyes close and heavy he doesn't notice your finger raising to his forehead level before giving it a stinging flick.
“Ouch!” 
“Never walk out like that again.” 
—--
“Please tell me that was the last of the boxes.” You force out in a big puff of air. Summer had just started, yet the heat felt marinated into the spring and only got worse. 
Yeonjun nods as he climbs the last two steps of the stairs. Curse this elevator-less building.
Yeonjun had recently moved out of the dorms into a college-assigned apartment complex. He saved money from his multiple jobs, and pulled out the biggest loan in mankind just to gain what he called the biggest privilege in all of college history: Privacy. 
Soobin and Beomgyu had shed some fake tears before vowing to visit everyday, something Yeonjun did not laugh at. You, on the other hand, couldn't keep your laugh in as you watched the frown on Yeonjun’s face grow deeper as the boys pretended to console what they thought was a sad and lonely man. 
“At least you guys can finally do it in peace.” Beomgyu announces as he drops the box by the corner of the empty room. He swipes the sweat off his forehead, quirking his eyebrow, earning a smack at the back of the head from Yeonjun. 
“Idiot.” Soobin says, fanning himself with a random piece of flimsy paper. 
“He's not wrong though…” Yeonjun whispers as he wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You smack his arm, your cheeks turning red. 
After the boys helped move the mattress in, they left, not before complaining about getting kicked out so soon. Yeonjun just wanted to spend time with you, alone, in what is now the space of his own home. 
“I feel used.” Beomgyu wiped a fake tear, “thrown away, even. Y/N treat him well, he no longer needs us.” 
“This is so sad,” You say, patting his head, looking at Yeonjun.
“If I give you 30 bucks for dinner, will you both leave us alone?” 
“Deal.” 
Once they were gone, you both moved the mattress towards the center of the living area, the carpet making you both struggle and groan. Yeonjun lands face flat on the queen mattress, heaving. 
“Ill order the pizza, can you get my laptop? I brought some drinks and snacks from home so we don't have to buy those.” 
Yeonjun watches as you rummage through the bag filled with home goods. You had brought whatever you thought would be useful to him; soap, shampoo, towels, some dishes, canned foods, homemade dishes that were able to be frozen, anything really that could save him time and money. Yeonjun’s heart almost exploded at the sight of you carrying the pink duffle bag, smiling so wide as you excitedly showed him what you were able to snatch.
 He could tell the idea of a new apartment excited you too. Earlier in the year, he had imagined himself asking you to move in with him, to maybe take that chance. He had no reason not to. You had been together for a while now, and things were getting serious with each passing day. He couldn't imagine seeing the relationship ending…ever. He had been so serious about you since day one and he could tell you saw him as the sure thing too, and when the opportunity came up, of renting his own space, it was waking up to you that was the first thought in his head. But… he was nervous. He had heard from friends that some relationships don't last the ‘living together’ stage. Those arguments about different ways of living can become bigger ones, ones that question if the pairing ever made sense. It scared him, what if he was too messy? What if you didn't like the way he had late night snacks at night, or the fact that he would stay at the dance studio for long periods of time? Most of these things you knew already, but you didn't have to deal with it really at your own house. He questioned if the fear of losing you was bigger than the want of spending every waking moment he could with you, he knew the answer but was just scared to make the realization. 
“Pizza is ordered!” You plop next to Yeonjun, now on his back, on the mattress, “which one?” you hold up two drinks for him to pick, he takes one from your hand and places it nearby before nudging at your hips to lift. He places you on his stomach, your legs straddling his sides. 
“You don't have curtains yet.” You whispered, red tint spreading from your face down to your neck. 
He laughs, “What are you thinking in that head of yours? I just wanted to be near you.” 
“Whatever! I was just reminding you!” You squeak, covering your face with your hands. He laughs again, rubbing his hands up and down from your thighs to your waist, thinking about it again. It could be like this everyday, not having to worry about roommates or parents barging in, no moments of awkwardness, no disruptions, just the look in your eyes as you stare at him in the comfortable silence that settles between the two of you.
“What do you think about a coffee table? I know you said your furnishing budget was short and I was at the thrift store the other day and they had this really nice antique…” 
If you do say yes, what would it mean? Was it too soon for him to think about the next year with you? The next five? Ten? He can imagine it all. He wanted it all. 
“Will you move in with me?” He says, catching you off guard. 
“Huh?” 
“...Moving in… would you move in with, um, with me? You don't have to, it was just like a thought-” 
“You want to live with me?” Your eyes, that were practically popped out in shock as you looked down at him, softened. 
“I want to do everything with you.” Yeonjun knows your face mirrors his in redness. 
Your eyes water, and you try to stop yourself from smiling. “You're so cheesy…”
“I would love to.” You whisper. you're now leaning in closer, and Yeonjun, with a heart so heavy and ready to spill, feels impatient that he must meet you halfway, folding his elbows behind him to lean on. He connects your lips immediately, and his heart sighs and yours must too the way he feels you relax above him, bringing your hands to his hair, your nails raking through his scalp. He would never say this to you, in fear of maybe scaring you off, but he saw your future in this specific kiss, where you both experience moments of success, of happiness, of sadness and tragedy, but you were experiencing it together, and he couldn't imagine it with anybody else. 
That night as the movie played, with no actual audience, Yeonjun felt relieved that his parting days were over. He wouldn't have to say goodnight to you, wouldn't have to detach himself from your lips, your arms, leaving him cold and wanting more. You could be the first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he would see at night, and to him, that was all he could ever really want.
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A/N: You made it! Thank you so much for giving it a chance! Its not my strongest but she my first finished baby in a long time... Please tell me your thoughts!! tell me you hate it, tell me you love it, anything im open to suggestions, tips, im a crier tho fair warning, but I won't tell you I cried (A win for you!)
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