#preparing this the night before makes me so excited for the morning hehe

[fluorescentessence]

attempted tiramisu overnight oats ☕️

[merakiui]

there is a knock at your door.

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, fear/paranoia, kidnapping note - will you open it? // a birthday gift for the lovely and amazing @fish-brain-go-brrrr!!!!!!! may your special day be filled with eels, tako, and boundless happiness. (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ thank you for being a wonderful friend!! have the best birthday and enjoy this little gift hehe!!!! 🎉

Knock, knock. 

The door opens to reveal your friend since forever: Azul Ashengrotto.

And, more importantly, his Alaskan Malamute, who bounds over in quick clicks to greet you. You laugh as she all but pushes past Azul’s legs in an effort to reach your outstretched arms.

“Well, excuse you!” Azul laughs. She slobbers all over your face in her form of affectionate greeting before pulling away to sniff curiously at your suitcase. “Someone’s excited to see you.”

“I haven’t even gotten through the door,” you remark in between giggles.

“Okay, Pepper, that’s enough.” Azul clicks his tongue and she parts from you (not before delivering one final lick to your cheek. He smiles and pats her affectionately. “Good girl.”

Despite Pepper’s impressive size, she’s nothing but a softie. A gentle giant, some would describe her. You remember when she was just a puppy, small enough to be cradled in Azul’s arms like a human baby. How she’s grown!

“If you’d come this way, you can put your stuff down.” Azul shuffles aside to allow you to step fully into the foyer of his smartly-furnished home. “I’m sure you’re already familiar with everything, but it won’t hurt to reiterate.”

“Please do. It’s been a while since I’ve been at your place. Doesn’t seem like anything’s changed, though.”

He hums and shuts the door behind you. It locks smoothly. You trail after Azul, wheeling your suitcase down the hall and into the sitting room. Pepper bounds after the both of you and makes herself comfortable on a fluffy dog bed.

“Pepper’s feeding schedule hasn’t changed. Although I did switch to a different brand of dry food. This one is much better. Vet’s orders and all that. And every month I have a chef come in to prepare her a special, nutritionally balanced meal with only the freshest ingredients.”

“Wow! Isn’t she spoiled?” you tease in an exaggerated baby voice.

“I take care of my things,” he replies simply, shrugging your playful remark off, “and Pepper deserves only the finest.”

“I’m sure she appreciates it.”

As if having realized she’s the subject of conversation, Pepper barks.

Azul leads you through the house into the kitchen. It looks different from the last time you saw it and you realize he must have had it redone. Every appliance is brand-new, winking back at you when you peek into each gleaming surface.

Sleek, you think, admiring the wall oven.��

“Pepper gets one cup of dry food twice every day. Once in the morning and once at night. On Fridays, I give her a can of wet food as a treat. She can have that whenever you think is best. I usually do it around late morning, early afternoon.”

“Dry food twice each day. Wet food Friday. Got it.”

He opens a small door to a cupboard packed neatly with cans and containers. “This is where I keep her food. This bigger door is for human food. The wonderful pantry.” He knocks on it playfully.

Knock, knock.

You attempt a poor joke. “So it’s not just all dog food?”

“I have to feed myself,” he says, dramatically aghast. “I’m not a dog.”

“You sure about that?”

Azul barks out a chuckle. His mouth quirks up in an amused half-grin. “I’m sorry to disappoint. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve stocked this one full of everything indicated in the preferences you sent me.”

“So that’s why you asked me for that list! I just thought you wanted food recs.”

“That, too. You have unique tastes.”

“Microwave and canned meals are always there for me in my darkest hours.”

He hums. “Well, I’ve made sure to get each of your human favorites, so you needn’t feen for those too much.”

There’s a razored edge to his remark that makes you shrivel inside. As if your appetite is cheap in some way, more like a dog’s than a person’s.

But this is his house and it’s his money. You wouldn’t put it past him to factor in the pay cut for unnecessary sass. So you simply bare your teeth in a smile and take the punch, whether it was intended for you or not. Sometimes you forget he’s supposed to be your friend. 

“You’re welcome to use the kitchen. The whole house is your oyster, really,” he continues, guiding you towards the back door. It’s then when you notice the little black camera positioned in the corner of the room, its red eye peering soundlessly back at you. You wonder if that’s a new addition—the dog cameras. You can’t remember if they were there the last summer you were here. “Pepper has a tendency to stay out longer than she needs to after she’s done her business. She’ll come to the door once she’s had her fill, so there’s no need to fret. Although I’m sure she’ll listen to you. She’s quite obvious in her favoritism…”

You laugh but not because it’s funny. Because it’ll hopefully land you within his good graces, which is patently absurd if he’s meant to be your friend. You’re not even sure you can call these favors friendship when they’re transactional. If anything, you’re friendlier with Pepper than you are with Azul.

Am I really closer with a dog than a human? you think as he opens the door for you to view the fenced-in yard. You watch Azul gesture, his lips moving with his words. Actually, maybe Azul’s the dog.

Doubtful, but that doesn’t make the imagery any less comedic.

“I’ll be back next Monday. If you need anything or have any questions, you have my number. Oh, but just in case I’ve written the schedule for you and pasted it on the fridge should you forget.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

At that, he smiles sincerely. “Thank you. I really do appreciate this, considering everything was such short notice.”

“Nah, don’t worry. We’re friends. Plus, Pepper loves me.”

He chuckles. “I suppose that’s more than enough of a bonus. Speaking of which, how much would you like to be paid?”

“However much you’d like to give me,” you blurt and immediately regret it.

“I researched the average pay for dog-sitters, but there were just so many conflicting opinions and variables. So what do you think would be best? Please don’t sell yourself short on account of my asking. I’m always willing to give you more for your services.”

Taking a pause, you contemplate his words. If you factor in the grocery trip he made on your behalf and his letting you stay for the week alongside the tasks you’ll be completing for Pepper…

You open your mouth to suggest four-hundred madol, but he beats you to it—and with a completely different amount.

“Does three-hundred suffice?”

“Sure. No, yes. Yeah, that works.” You smile, but you aren’t very pleased.

“Wonderful! If you ever find yourself thinking you might need more, please do tell me. I want to make sure you’re paid accordingly. Good work deserves equally good acknowledgement, wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod. If you know anything about Azul, it’s that he’s always willing to work with you when it comes to finances. He’s a businessman, so of course he’d know how to flawlessly navigate these types of situations. And having built himself a career and life on hard work, he has the confidence to throw numbers around and see which one sticks.

Briefly, as you follow him to the front door, you try to imagine yourself in his shoes—a businessperson who dresses smart every day, who never has to worry about money, who doesn’t have to be silently amazed by shiny appliances and refurbished kitchens.

And then you wonder if Azul is in the market for a spouse, but that idea is swiftly stamped out when you realize how silly it sounds.

He props his suitcase against the wall and bends down to welcome Pepper, who can easily match his height, into his arms. She licks at his face, sniffing the cologne spritzed on his suit, and he doesn’t seem to fuss over the hair.

“I’ll see you in a week. Be good to (Name) while I’m gone.”

Upon hearing your name, she whips her head up to look at you.

“She’s always good no matter what,” you vouch, reaching to scratch behind her ears. Her tail wags wildly. “The best girl.”

“I’m glad.” Azul pulls away. He plucks a lint roller from the side pouch in his backpack and casually brushes down his front. “I trust you’ll be fine in my absence? Do feel free to sleep wherever—whether on the sofa or in the guest bedroom upstairs. The sheets were just washed and the room is clean. Mine is as well, but I suppose it may be awkward to offer it.” He coughs into his fist. “Regardless, whichever space you find most comfortable, consider it yours for the duration of your stay.”

“Thank you for everything, Azul.” You hold the door for him as he drags his suitcase over the threshold, his backpack hanging from one shoulder. “Have a safe flight.”

Pepper joins you at the door to watch. You wave to him while he lifts his belongings into the trunk of his car, and then within mere minutes he’s pulling away and driving out of sight.

“And that’s that,” you announce, ducking back inside with Pepper. You shut the door and lock it. Surveying the sitting room, your hands situated on your hips, you wonder what you should do now. She peers up at you, just as expectant. 

The first thing you decide to do is peruse the pantry and the fridge. All of your favorites are arranged within. It’s actually too much, you realize, now unable to settle on a single option for dinner.

So instead you swipe the money Azul’s left for you on the counter—in case of emergencies, the note reads—and decide that this predicament is dire enough for pizza.

Knock, knock.

You pop up from the sofa and trot over to open the front door. Pepper gets there before you, barking loudly at the person on the other side. Gently, you shush her and peek out through the small crack to greet the driver. They smile and hand over your food. Rushing through the process, you give them the amount owed.

The door shuts and locks with a click.

“You’re babysitting for the same rich guy? You’d think he’d give you a raise or something since you do it so often,” Ace mutters into the phone.

“Yeah, well, it’s only a week.”

“Still a week’s worth of work. Why do you even feel bad? Ask for more. He said he’d give it to you, didn’t he?”

“I dunno… I mean, we already agreed on an amount and I don’t wanna seem like a greedy asshole—”

“(Name), he’s rich. They’re all greedy assholes. If he has the money to spoil his dog with monthly fancy feasts,” he says, putting on a posh accent, “then he has the money to pay you what you deserve. If you want, I could always say something. J-Just because you’re too chicken and all, I mean! Sometimes you need superstar Ace to step in. No need to thank me. I know I’m great.”

Propping your feet on the armrest at the end of the loveseat, you roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Whatever would I do without you?”

“Case in point! So you should totally ask him for more. Wring him out like a money rag.”

“We’ll see… He did buy a bunch of food for me and he’s letting me stay. He even left money for emergencies.”

“You used it, right?”

“Of course I did! I’m not stupid.”

Ace laughs. “So you’re alone then?”

“The dog’s here, too. You wanna say hi?” You tap your phone. “Okay, you’re on speaker. Pepper, you wanna meet my friend?”

“What’s up, Pepper!”

She lifts her head from where she’s resting on her cushion, her ears raised curiously. Her only response is a soft huff.

“She says hi.”

“You sure you’re not putting words in her mouth?”

“Surprised you couldn’t understand her, you dog.”

“Hey!”

Grinning, you pick at a loose string on your sweater. Azul’s house is always so cold. “But, yes, it’s just the dog and me. Why?”

Ace is quiet for an uncharacteristic beat. Eventually, he clears his throat. “Dunno. Just figured you might want some company. I could come over.”

You understand the implication coyly woven into his words. “I’d say yeah—”

“Really?!”

“But he’s got cameras. For the dog, I think.”

“So just cover them up?”

“Wow, great suggestion. How long did it take you to think of that one, brainiac?”

“I’m just saying… He’s away on a business thing, right? How much time is he gonna have to watch the cameras?”

“If he’s neurotic enough, he’ll find time.”

“He shouldn’t be if he trusts you to look after the house.”

“He also trusts how easy it’ll be to connect the dots if something goes missing from his house.”

“It’s not criminal to have a guest over! Geez. You make it sound so illegal…”

“Tough luck. If you really wanna hang out, we can just get lunch next time I’m—”

Knock, knock.

You sit up slightly on the sofa, brows furrowed. Is someone at the door? At this hour? You’re certain Azul isn’t expecting anyone, and the mail isn’t due to come until tomorrow morning. You glance at Pepper. Her eyes are closed, but her ears are raised, listening.

“Hey, Ace?”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Hold that thought. I think someone’s at the door.”

You manage to catch the very end of Ace’s don’t-get-murdered warning just before you set your phone down. Azul’s door has a panel of frosted glass, so even if you wanted to discern the person’s features on the other end you’d have to open it for confirmation. All you can go off of are shadows.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open and poke your head outside. The crisp air hits you like a slap.

No one’s there.

You check around in case someone dropped something off, but there’s nothing in sight. Nothing on the stoop. No mail to collect.

Did someone have the wrong house? you think, trying to picture the scenario in your mind. Or maybe some dumb kids are pranking me. 

Now irritated, you shut the door in a huff.

It’s summer. Don’t they have anything better to do?

Maybe it’s precisely because it’s summer that they don’t.

You choose to brush this annoyance aside in favor of picking up your phone to return to the conversation.

“Sorry about that. I’m back.”

“Everything good?”

“Yeah. No, yeah. All good here. Just some kids thinking they’re funny.”

“Yeaaah, no surprises there.”

“You’d think they’d stay away. Azul’s probably got enough money to sue them for disturbing the peace or some other stuffy nonsense and win.”

“They’re kids. They’re not gonna know any better.”

“Says the public menace.”

“I’m not that bad! Cut me some slack. I’ll have you know, I’ve matured significantly since my school days and I am very much a changed man.”

“Yeah, oookay.”

“I’m serious!”

“Sure, Mr. Mature. Anyway, it’s late. I should let Pepper out and get to bed.”

“You sure you don’t want me to sing you to sleep?” he teases.

“I actually value my sense of hearing, so no. Thanks, though.”

Before he can retort, you bid him sweet dreams and hang up. Gazing at the camera positioned in the corner, you rise to your feet.

The cameras are definitely new.

“Pepper, sweetheart, you wanna go outside?”

She seems to have understood that last part, for she scrambles out of her bed and pads over to the back door with a swaying tail. You open the door for her, and she rushes past you in a blur of fur.

Good. She’ll get one last run and bathroom break in before bed and hopefully we’ll be fine until morning.

Like a wine stain on a white shirt, your eyes are drawn to the camera once more. You can understand having cameras outside the property, but inside the house feels…unusual. But then you’ve never had a dog of your own and you’ve always lived in apartments on the highest floor, so maybe this is what most dog owners do when they need to monitor an overactive animal.

Maybe they’re those cameras that you can speak through! If that’s the case, then I can totally see him talking to Pepper or scolding her if she’s up to no good. Okay, that makes a little more sense now.

Another reason hits you, and you feel foolish for not realizing it first: For safety and security’s sake, too. Of course.

Your phone buzzes then and you pull it from your pocket to read the message. Ace has sent you something stupid on Magicam, no doubt. You’re about to open it and confirm when—

Knock, knock.

An admonishment on the tip of your tongue, you storm through the hall towards the front door. You throw it open this time, and like before you find empty space.

“Not funny,” you seethe, stepping out into the cold night to peer through the neat hedges and flower bushes. Surely those kids are hiding somewhere… “It’s late. Go home already!”

You don’t receive a reply. For a moment, you wait in anticipation. Wherever they’re hiding, they’ll have to get up and retreat eventually. It’s oddly quiet. You strain to listen for any giggles or whispers.

Nothing but suffocating silence.

And then Pepper barks, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You shut the door slowly, watching the outside slim down until eventually all you see is your warped reflection in the frosted glass.

Weird…

Again, Pepper barks.

“I’m coming! Wait just a moment, Pepper!”

You lock the door and scurry to let her in. 

Come tomorrow, those kids won’t be able to hide in the daylight, you tell yourself as you brush your teeth. And when I catch them, I’ll make sure to give them a talk on why it’s not nice to bother other people, especially at night when it’s dark out. It’s just unsafe for kids to be out late anyway!

When you settle into bed, you realize the house is perfectly still and silent. Pepper is snoozing comfortably on Azul’s bed. You never realized it, but Azul’s house seems bigger at night. More rooms. More space. Lots of shadows. A creak every now and then as everything settles. It’s in between sleep that you begin to wonder if you locked the door.

It’s fine. I’ve got Pepper to keep me safe.

Comforted with this knowledge, you fall asleep.

Knock, knock.

There is a knock at your door.

You jerk awake and, rather clumsily, feel around in the bed for your phone. It flashes the time back at you. The rest of the world comes trickling in through dull, still-sleepy senses. You finally register Pepper’s bark, which is beginning to sound more like an alarm with how relentless it is.

“Shit. It’s already afternoon?” And then you sit up. “Shit! It’s already afternoon!”

You rush down the stairs, apologizing profusely to Pepper with each step. She’s waiting for you at the very bottom, pacing in circles and barking at you.

“I know, I know! I’m sorry. I completely slept in. You must have to go really bad.”

She races you to the door and you yank it open in your haste, heaving a relieved breath when she bursts outside. You lean against the doorframe for support and bask in the sunshine that spills in.

The weather’s beautiful today. I can’t believe they were saying it might rain.

While Pepper runs laps outside, you busy yourself with filling Pepper’s bowls with the recommended amount of dry food and then fresh water. Her shadow appears against the door a few minutes later and so you let her in.

“Just in time,” you praise, watching as she trots eagerly over to her bowl.

With that out of the way, you begin preparing a very late breakfast for yourself. You can’t remember when the dishes from before were cleaned. Did you do them last night before bed?

“Doesn’t really matter,” you murmur, slicing fruit for a salad. “One less thing I have to do. Thank you, (Name) from the past.”

You skim through the notes Azul’s pasted to the bulletin board. Instructions for Pepper’s feeding schedule, reminders, times and dates. But then there are also things he’s left for himself. A calendar with important events marked. Various notes for miscellaneous things: Bring suit in for cleaning. Meet with dietician at the end of the month. Celebrate colleague’s birthday. These tiny slivers of his life remind you that Azul is a busy person like you. When you look at the stars he’s doodled around dates of particular importance, you feel yourself smiling. He’s not such an intimidating figure when you look at him through his calendar.

A text from Ace coaxes you out of your thoughts: u still on for tonight?

Tonight? But then you remember. Oh, fuck! Deuce’s birthday! I forgot we planned the surprise for today.

hell yeah!!! is your enthusiastic reply.

Later, while you’re getting ready for the evening, you think you hear someone knocking. But the running water drowns out all sounds from downstairs. If Pepper isn’t barking, it’s likely nothing.

You leave the house somewhat frazzled, hoping to shake off the strange suspicion that something isn’t right.

The biggest surprise, aside from jumping out to shock Deuce when he walked into the restaurant on account of thinking it a date—yes, you and Ace catfished him for this very cruel, irreverent birthday joke—is perhaps the text you receive from Azul.

Is it raining? Did Pepper track mud in the house?

You read it three more times and then you peek outside the window. It’s been raining ever since you arrived. So much for perfect weather… But Pepper couldn’t have gotten into any mud because the ground was dry earlier today.

No?? you write back, confusion bubbling in your chest. I haven’t sent her out since this morning when it was sunny. It’s raining now, but she hasn’t been out at all.

Horrified, you begin to wonder if you somehow spilled something during breakfast. Or did Pepper have an accident in the house? Did she get into something? A million questions headline your thoughts, overwhelming in their intensity. Thankfully, it’s Ace and Deuce who bring you back to the present.

“Ace told me you’re doing that house-sitting gig for that guy again.”

“Oh, yeah! I am. Dog-sitting, too.” You stuff your phone away.

Best not to think about it.

“Didja catch those kids?”

Deuce looks between you and Ace, a brow raised. “What kids?”

“You totally missed it! I guess some kids were knocking on (Name)’s door all night long.”

“They’re still doing it. I think…”

“No way!”

“Sooner or later, it becomes less annoying and more like harassment.” Deuce cringes. “And you haven’t caught them yet?”

“No. Or… Well, I thought I heard some knocking this morning. But I was still asleep and the dog was barking.”

“This guy has cameras, doesn’t he?” Ace looks to you for confirmation.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I have access to them.”

“Maybe that’ll drive whoever’s bothering you away. If they see the cameras, they’ll realize they’re being recorded and hopefully leave you alone.”

“Hopefully.��

“I offered to come over.”

“It’s not that serious.”

Ace and Deuce share a look of doubt.

“Really! It’s not, guys. All they’re doing is knocking on the door. Irritating as hell? Yes. But it’s all harmless. They’re outside. I’m inside. Plus, I’ve got Azul’s dog. She’s huge.”

“Just…keep yourself safe. Call one of us if you need to. We’ll come over,” Deuce says, poking around at the food on his plate.

“I will. Thank you. But let’s not worry about any of that. It’s your birthday! It’s supposed to be all about you.”

Somehow the unsettling atmosphere ebbs away, replaced with the joyous delusions of short-lived celebration.

You return to Azul’s house to find muddy pawprints on the floor. It takes you thirty minutes to scrub the floors clean, and for the entire time you’re racking your brain trying to understand how this happened. Was there mud in the backyard that you just weren’t aware of? Or did Pepper truly go outside when it was raining? Did you leave the door unlocked?

Surely Azul must have seen what happened on the cameras.

Something isn’t adding up. You spend your entire shower constructing the scene and its many possibilities, but none of them make a lick of sense.

It’s just you and Pepper, right?

As you toss and turn in bed, struggling to relax under a duvet that feels too itchy and hot, you think you hear someone knocking on the door.

Or maybe it’s the window. Maybe it’s right below you, tapping at the ceiling, pacing around in the kitchen, reaching to pet Pepper.

Maybe you’re just dreaming.

Azul calls you on the seventh day to check in. You consider telling him about the knocking, the dishes, that rainy day when Pepper tracked in mud, but you can’t seem to form the words without sounding utterly insane. So you smile and lie.

“No issues here. Pepper’s been wonderful.”

Azul hums, pleased. “Aah, I miss her something fierce. Oh, can you tell her I said that?”

You repeat his words to Pepper. “I dunno… I think she’s starting to like me more than you.”

“Well, isn’t that a problem? How else will she get her fix of you once you’re gone?”

“I’ll be back next time you need me.” And then you hesitate. “You…will need me again, right?”

“Of course. I always need you, (Name).”

There’s an awkward pause on his end. He clears his throat, but you don’t add anything to break the tension.

“Um, right. Yeah… Enjoy the rest of your business trip. I hope all is well with…that.”

“It is, yes. Thank you.”

“Then I won’t keep you.”

You end the call before he can say anything else. Pepper, who had been resting beside you on the sofa, tilts her head at you.

“Don’t tell him I said this,” you whisper, “but your owner is really bad at words sometimes.”

She leans in and licks your cheek.

Someone knocks on the door and lies in wait. You watch with bated breath, repeating the same phrase over and over: “Don’t open the door. Don’t open the door. Don’t open the door.”

Knock, knock.

She reaches for the knob.

“No… Come on. Don’t do it. It’s so clearly a trap!” You almost don’t want to watch. You know she’s as good as dead as soon as she opens the door, for the killer will descend and drag her back inside her own house.

Knock, knock.

She’s already opened the door. As expected, the killer pounces like the Grim Reaper and she shrieks like a banshee.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Remote in hand, you lower the volume and focus on the silence that creeps in shortly after. You wait for a creak or another knock—a disturbance of some sort.

Slowly, you turn to glance at the door and then at the windows nearby with the curtains drawn. As quietly as you can manage, you set the remote down and slither off of the sofa. Pepper doesn’t seem bothered by the sounds, but you can tell she’s listening, her body tense.

No one’s out there. It’s nothing. 

You peel the curtains back ever so slightly and peek out at the darkness. There’s no one on the stoop. No one at the window. No one.

So then where was the knocking coming from? Was it really just the movie?

Or… No, certainly not. You refuse to entertain that thought.

But, if not the movie and not from outside, where else could the sound be coming from? Where else if not from within these very walls?

You shut the curtains and return to the sofa. Horror is swapped for a cheesy rom-com. You need the laughter and the cringe and every fluffy thing in between to calm the electricity in your nerves.

And it works. You fall asleep by the third rom-com, listening to cheesy one-liners and bad jokes with terribly written punchlines.

Knock, knock.

And then a noisy clatter.

You’re shaken from your slumber in a daze. You’re not sure what time it is or where you even are, and it takes a moment for clarity to filter in through the grogginess. You’re wrapped up in blankets on the bed in the guest room in Azul’s house and there’s someone standing at the foot of the bed, watching you in the gloom, and—

Wait.

How did you get to bed? Most importantly, what’s that blinking back at you? It can’t be Pepper. Pepper doesn’t have two-toned eyes. Pepper can’t stand on two legs. You squint through the shadows to pick out the shape of them, and your blood freezes when you realize it’s a person.  

A person. A person.

Someone’s inside the house and they’re looking right at you.

Do they know I’m awake? you think, your thoughts racing wildly. You lie there, rigid as a board and stiff as a corpse, and hope that they can’t tell. Calm down. Relax. Pepper will scare them off.

But then you notice she hasn’t barked a single time since you opened your eyes. Is she sleeping?

Terror pierces your heart. Did this person hurt her? Is she—

Don’t think about that.

Your eyes slide over towards the doorway, and you just about scream when you see another figure. The breath sticks in your throat. You know it’s another person because the way they lean so casually against the doorframe suggests a certain nonchalance with this situation. A nonchalance that can only belong to a person.

“Knock, knock. Aww. Did we wake you up?” It’s a man’s whispery drawl that combs through the room, raking through your scalp with sharp fingers, prodding at your ears like a hornet. “You looked so peaceful, too. Sorry about that.”

You’re not sure what you should do. Should you even try to run or escape when you’re already so cornered? Is there enough time to call for help? Will Pepper hear you if you shout? Should you play dead or feign sleep? What should you do?

What can you do?

You glance at the other figure. Unlike the other one, who sways and fidgets like he’s caught in a perpetual, invisible breeze, this person is perfectly, eerily still. Almost like a doll.

But then the man in the doorway laughs. “Layin’ it on thick there, ain’tcha? They’re already shakin’ like a leaf. No need to overdo it.”

A razored smile cuts through the gloom. Your eyesight adjusts enough to catch sight of a J-shaped strand of hair and the glint of an earring.

“No need to look so scared,” he continues, but you can’t pry your eyes from the other’s smile. It’s a smile of grotesque pleasure—one that feasts on fear so palpable it might as well be a three-course meal for him. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

Then will you do something much worse? you want to ask, but all you can do is blink.

“Just gonna take you somewhere nice and cozy. Nothin’ scary about that. Ain’t that right, Jade?”

“Indeed, Floyd.” A voice as smooth and soft as melted caramel. Maybe it would’ve been soothing in a different situation. 

Before you can scream or lunge out of bed, arms are reaching out to restrain you. A hand slaps over your mouth. Fingers curl into your arms. A sickly sweet rag is stuffed against your nose.

Your feet kick against the wall, a steady knock-knock-knocking like a heartbeat, until your muscles still and the fight is drained from you. Unconsciousness blankets your body and mind within minutes.

There is nothing more unnerving than returning to an empty house, especially when it was once filled with human presence. No one knows anything, but they could’ve if there was evidence. Incriminating footage is no good.

Azul certainly thinks so while he dons his finest suit and practices a few expressions in the mirror. Pepper watches him from where she lays curled on his bed.

“A hero must look exceptional when he rescues his dearest one. Most of all, he must be innocent and trustworthy. Wouldn’t you say so, Pepper?”

At that, she can only offer a halfhearted whimper. He smiles.

“Let’s go visit my (Name).”

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Yes, master

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

word count: 3k

description: you and your boyfriend are youtubers who share cute prank videos on youtube. one day you decide to prank him with a maid outfit, and it ends just how you intended.

genre: smut, fluff

warning/s: use of master, spanking, lots of dirty talk, degradation & praising, reader is called slut, unprotected p in v (don't do it)

a/n: inspired by renjie&binbin on yt, go check them out, they're adorable. also yes another felix scenario, what can i say he inspires me hehe

Your outfit was finally here. You had ordered it on the internet 2 weeks ago when you planned out the next prank for your dear boyfriend. You couldn't be more excited.

Both of you loved playing harmless jokes on each other, and most of the pranks you did had the goal of riling each other up for later. Every time you turned off the camera, you would be all over each other, sometimes you'd even leave it on and later watch the footage together, careful to cut out the sexual part before posting the video online. You kept all the spicy parts to yourselves, it was somewhat of a private collection of yours.

You had quite a good following of loyal fans who watched you grow with each other through the last 6 years of your relationship. Everything was filmed, not only the pranks, but vlogs of your travel adventures, your move to a bigger apartment, you getting a promotion at your work etc. Both of you loved having sort of an online diary of your memories and loved sharing your good vibes with other people.

People always viewed you two as two cutie pies, yes, your pranks were suggestive but no one could guess how freaky both of you actually are. Felix especially was seen as this sweet innocent sunshine boy but you knew better. And that's why you couldn't wait to provoke him with that maid outfit you ordered.

The next morning, you quietly slipped out of bed, having to cautiously roll out of Felix's arms cause he always clung onto you like a koala while you slept. His brows furrowed and you gently pushed your pillow between his arms so it would replace you. You tiptoed to the bathroom, after grabbing the maid dress you hid in the closet last night. You got ready and hurried downstairs to make breakfast before your boyfriend wakes up.

When you were done, you ofcourse went to set up the cameras. One was above the bed, and you had to basically do gymnastics quietly just so you can set it up without waking Felix up. You also set up two other ones in different corners of the room.

"Hi guys! It's morning and Felix is still sleeping."- you say to the one of the cameras in the corner, moving your body as you scrunch your face up and point at your boyfriend's sleeping form behind you. "Sleepy head."- you giggle quietly.

"As you can see, I'm wearing a maid outfit. I'm going to prank him or rather surprise him today with serving him dressed like this all day."- you announce. "I'm also gonna call him master. Let's see how he reacts."

Satisfied with the intro, you go back downstairs to grab the tray with breakfast that you prepared. You set it aside on the night stand, and sit on the bed next to Felix.

"Lixie, wake up."- you whisper quietly, caressing his hair and winking at the camera above you.

"Mhm."- he grunts, eyes still closed.

"Lixieeeee. Baby. I have something for you."- you giggle as you continue carding your fingers through his soft hair.

"Mm. What?"- he turns to you and finally blinks his eyes open. He squints at first, the expression on his face that of confusion. He didn't register your outfit yet. You wait for him to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"Oh."- his eyes widden when he takes in your appearance. You were sitting back on your feet, a skimpy maid dress revealing your plush thighs and giving you the perfect amount of cleavage.

"What're you wearing?"- he asks, blood rushing downwards, but then he notices the camera placed perfectly above his face, he groans and starts chuckling.

"I'm here to serve you, master. I made you breakfast."- you say and start giggling with him because that coming out of your mouth at this moment is funny to the both of you.

"Oh my god, you're crazy."- he laughs, his face red as he pulls the blanket up to his neck. "Wait."- he adds, his hand sneaking out from under the blanket and landing on your thigh.

"Are you wearing anything under this?"- he smirks, lifting up on his elbows and sliding his hand towards the hem of your dress.

"Felix!"- you squeal pointing at the camera and he laughs.

"What? We can cut it out later."- he chuckles, making a motion towards the camera.

"Stop it."- you laugh slapping his hands away. He groans again, smacking his head on the pillow.

"Come on, eat your breakfast."- you say. He sits up and looks right between your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

"The food I made. With love. For my master."- you bat your eyelashes at him, you've never called him that before today but even though he was laughing at it because of the camera, you could see how it affected him.

"Ask nicely, hm?"- he says and there's a shiver running down your spine.

"Please, master?"- you bite your lip.

"Alright, when my baby put in such an effort."- he smirks and you chuckle at him. He grabs the tray but before he can put any food in his mouth, you grab the fork and bring it to his lips.

"Are you gonna feed me?"- he chuckles.

"Well yes. My master doesn't have to do anything. Today is the day I serve you master."- as you keep talking, his eyes are getting darker and your cunt is getting wetter. For some reason, you liked calling him that and liked seeing his reactions. You caught even the smallest ones, like his eyebrow twitching every time you said the word 'master'.

His hands kept wandering to your thighs as you fed him and you had to constantly remind him that the cameras were on even though you were pressing your thighs together. And he knew. You were getting needy too but he wanted to tease you too, it was one of his favorite things to do anyways.

So when you moved to the bathroom, carrying a camera with you, you grabbed his toothbrush and he chuckled again. He looked a bit flustered when he realized you actually wanted to brush his teeth.

"Y/n, that's sweet of you but I can do it on my own."- he chuckled, his hands coming up to hug himself as his face got redder. He glanced at the camera and you laughed, feeling shy suddenly.

"Please, let me do it. Master."

He couldn't say no. Both of you were trying not to burst out into laughter as you attempted to brush his teeth. It got too messy so he just grabbed the toothbrush and continued on his own as you playfully pouted at him.

"I'll help you wash your hair. Please, master?"- you ask when he's done.

"Sure, that'd be nice."- he chuckles.

You adjust the camera so the viewers can look at you both from the side. You put a towel on the sink so he can lean his head down, and he chuckles again, eyes trailing to the camera. You start getting his hair wet and Felix looks at the viewfinder, finding a blind spot where no one could see his wandering hand.

You almost jump out of your skin when you feel his hand on the back of your thigh but you opt to act like nothing is happening. Felix looks up at you innocently as you grab the shampoo. His hand slowly travels up, fingertips tickling your sensitive skin. His fingers come into contact with a wet patch that formed on the thin lacy panties you wore under your maid dress.

Your hands tremble and you almost drop the bottle of shampoo on his head, but for the sake of entertainment you ignore his hand and start joking around. He jokes back with you, but you can feel his fingertips pressing into your cunt, teasing you as he slowly runs them over it then to your clit, making little circular motions into it before sliding his fingers down your lips again. You let out a shaky breath and clear your throat to cover it up.

You start rinsing his hair out, and he decides to move your panties to the side just enough to uncover your hole before he pushes one finger between your folds. Your knees buckle but you chuckle nervously as he eyes you, his eyes darkened with lust but there's still an innocent smile on his face. If only the viewers knew.

You stay perfectly still, only spreading your legs a bit so he can fuck into you deeper. He's moving slow, torturing you but you know you brought that on yourself. As you grab another towel to dry his hair, he presses his thumb into your clit and pushes his middle finger deeper into you making you gasp.

"What's wrong, darling?"- Felix grins at you.

"N-nothing."- you shake your head glancing at the camera as you dry his hair. He pulls his finger out, moving his hand away from you much to your disappointment but you had to go get the hair dryer. You still need some content for your video. So you stand between his legs and dry his hair, his hands running up and down the back of your knees and thighs as you both continue chuckling and talking like he didn't just pull his finger out of your cunt. You're becoming desperate now and you can't wait to film the outro so you can turn off the camera and let your boyfriend fuck you.

But Felix had other plans for you. As soon as you walk back into the room, you put the camera down so you can film an outro together but before you can even start talking your boyfriend grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours.

"Lix-" - your voice is muffled as he kisses you harder and forces his tongue inside, making you moan into his lips. You grip onto his arms and try to pry him away from you.

"L-Lixie we didn't film an outro."- you heave, trying to catch a breath after he stole it from you.

"Oh we're filming it now, sweets."- he smirks at the camera and then looks back at you.

"You said you'd serve me all day. As far as I know it's not even noon so you're not done yet."- Felix says and he's rarely so dominant with you. It makes you tingle with anticipation.

"Get on your knees and serve me then."- he says, his voice low.

You look at him for a moment but there's nothing but dark lust in his eyes so you know better than to not obey. You slowly fall down to your knees as he pulls his pants and boxers down.

"And it's master for you, not Lixie, okay?"- he adds, his cock now inches away from your face, you lick your lips and nod fast.

"Words."- he warns, slapping your cheek with his hard cock and you whimper.

"Mm yes master."- you say and he smirks again.

"Open your pretty mouth for me."- he orders and you do as you're told, opening wide for him and he slowly pushes his cock in. You glance at the camera and see yourself in the viewfinder, your mouth stuffed full of your boyfriend's pretty cock.

You moan around him and Felix tangles his fingers in your hair.

"You look so pretty like this. Come on darling, show everyone how desperate you are for my cock."- he grips your hair pushing in deeper and you choke a little, tears forming in your eyes and arousal pooling on your panties. You start bobbing your head, taking as much as you can and jerking off the rest with your hand. Felix keeps grunting and holding your head in place so you don't dare lift off of him.

"Mm everyone will know how you're such a slut for me, darling."- your boyfriend coos at you and you feel like people are actually watching you do this live even though you know they aren't. It makes you feel so embarassed but so aroused at the same time, the thought of people knowing who you belonged to and whose cock you were drunk on. Your throat relaxed a little and you breathed deep through your nose as you slid down on Felix's cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your nose touching his navel.

"Fuck baby!"- he grips your hair hard, his legs shaking. "You're gonna make me come"- he hisses and pulls you off, a string of saliva between you and his hard cock.

He smirks at your expression, turning your face to the camera.

"She looks so fucked out and I haven't even touched her pussy"- Felix talks like he's talking to your viewers and a wave of hotness washes over you.

"Please."- you whimper.

"Please what?"- he looks down at you darkly.

"I need you inside me. Please master! I'll do anything!"- you beg on the verge of tears, your pussy aching for him.

"Anything?"- he lifts his eyebrow and you nod fervently.

"Oh, we'll explore that."- he smirks. "Face the camera."- he adds and you do as you're told, your heart beating fast in anticipation.

"Get on all fours, darling."- Felix orders and you do so, leaning down on your hands, your ass up in the air and legs spread for him. Usually, he takes his time with you especially with his tongue and fingers, he enjoys eating you out maybe even more than you do. But, today he's had enough of your teasing, the maid dress driving him more insane than anything you've ever worn for him.

You feel him massage your wet pussy with the tip of his rock hard cock and you melt instantly, leaning back to feel him more.

"Is this what you want, hm?"- he teases a little more.

"Please please please!"- you whine, pushing your ass into him.

"Fuck!"- he curses as he pushes his length in, his eyes rolling back as your cunt sucks him in fast, since you were so wet and needy.

You moan loudly at the familiar stretch, your boyfriend's cock fitting snuggly inside the space made only for him.

"So tight for me."- Felix whimpers.

He grips your hips and starts fucking you semi-fast and you start moaning immediately, scratching at the wooden floor beneath you.

"You want a good outro baby? How about this, hm? Letting everyone see how dumb you are on my cock."- Felix growls, pounding harder into you.

"M-master"- you moan, unable to form any coherent sentence with the force of his hips on your ass and his thick cock splitting you apart.

"Look at you."- he coos grabbing your hair and pulling your head back harshly so you can see yourself in the viewfinder.

"Taking it so well. Such a good girl. Made to be fucked like this."- he says lowly. Your mind buzzes along with your whole body and you think you've never came this fast or this hard.

Felix whines at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him.

"You came already? So desperate. So pathetic." - he chuckles at you, spanking your ass. You whimper and bite down on your arm to stop yourself from screaming at his words and his relentless hips.

"You like when I talk to you like this?"- he asks and you whimper and nod fast.

"Use your words!"- your boyfriend spanks you harder.

"Yes, yes master!"

"You like when I tell you that you were made just for this? To be fucked dumb on my cock. Just my little play toy."- he talks as he fucks you harder, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you every time he pushes in.

"Mm yes master"- you whine, your mind cloudy.

"Made to please me. My little slut"- he chuckles darkly pulling on your hair and you explode all over his cock again.

"M-master!"- you cry out as he helps you ride your high. "I can't take anymore."

"Yes you can. One more. For me. Come on baby, you can come for me one more time."- Felix coos at you, hovering over you and caressing your hair, his hips less brutal but still moving deep inside you, abusing that sweet spot.

"I- I can't master please"- you whimper, but you know you're close and you want to obey him.

His hand is between your legs, fingers pressing into your clit as he flicks it and starts fucking you faster again.

"Oh my god"- you whimper, pushing back into him, the pleasure in the pain of overstimulation driving you wild.

"Yeah just like that baby. Fuck yourself on my cock."- Felix moans behind you, his hips stuttering and you know he's close too.

You keep pushing back into him in the same pace he's fucking you in, and it doesn't take long for you to be on the edge again. He knows when your pussy clenches around him deliciously.

"Come for me darling"- he says, gripping your hair and you do. But this time you squirt making him pull out and whimper as you coat him with your juices. Felix watches it slide down your thighs as he jerks off once, twice before he explodes, hot spurts of cum painting your ass and the back of your thighs, mixing with your arousal.

"Fuck"- he groans as you breathe hard. He hovers over you, moving your hair out of your face gently.

"Are you okay, baby?"- he asks, a sweet smile on his face, contrast to the dark look he was giving you just a few moments ago.

"More than okay. That was really hot."- you turn a little and he scoops you up in his arms, pulling you into his lap, not caring about the mess you both made.

"I agree. How about next time I wear the maid dress for you?"- he looks at you with big innocent eyes, the look everyone's familiar with but only you know the meaning of.

"I think that's a wonderful idea."- you chuckle and lean in to kiss his pretty lips.

"Mhm. But since I'm not done with you yet... how about you lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me?"

"Yes, master."

[hannieehaee]

them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2- pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, jun's has one brief suggestive mention, fluffy ending, etc.

part 1

wc: 3232

a/n: tysm to everyone who read and enjoyed the whole series <33 it was rlly fun to write angst with a fluffy ending hehe

masterlist

jun -

against his better judgment, jun sat in silence for a while as he contemplated what to do. you were likely not only mad, but also disappointed at him ditching you like that. except he hadnt meant to! he truly had no idea he would sleep through the entirety of the morning. he had been so excited to spend his favorite day with his favorite person, but now he was left as a complete asshole while you believed him to have carelessly put you aside with no warning

after a few more minutes of self-pitying, he decided to get up. it was better to try and make amends and explain himself than to let even more time pass. he knew you'd be out by the time he arrived to your place, but at least that way he could fix something up for your arrival. he decided against calling you. it didnt feel personal enough, plus, the least he could do was surprise you.

without further thought, jun headed straight to your place, but not before inquiring his mom about a few recipes he knew you liked. his current plan was to make you a romantic dinner upon your return. in order to allow you to enjoy your day in whichever way you wished to, he continued to not contact you with his new plan. he knew it might've been dumb to not even answer the multiple messages you'd left him while he slept, but he wanted to apologize face to face with a romantic gesture.

preparing the meal had been easy enough. he followed it by creating a nice ambience with the lights and a few candles, along with some mellow music and incense. the next step in his plan was to offer you a massage and his wholehearted company for the rest of the night to do whatever you so wished.

luckily for him, your outing did not extend into the night, meaning his meal would become either a brunch or an early dinner. but that didn't matter to him the moment you stepped in and spotted him in suit and tie waiting for you in your apartment, eyes wide as saucers at the unexpected intrusion.

"jun?"

"wait! dont say anything. i rehearsed this, okay? let me say my thing first."

you were already used to his shenanigans, so you gestured at him to continue before voicing any questions.

"i'm so sorry. i know i promised to be here. and i was planning to be here on time! but i, uh, i fell asleep. i know how stupid that sounds, trust me! i didn't plan on this. i was so exhausted and i didnt realize that id sleep through all my alarms and your messages. my phone died last night too, so i didnt even realize you had called me. i'm just ... im sorry. i know im an idiot. please forgive me? i made you a romantic dinner to make up for it! i hope you like it, they're my mom's recipes," he paused for a second before continuing, "i love you! i wanted to spend the whole day with you, i swear. i know it didnt go as planned, but id you let me, id love to spend what remains of it doing whatever you want. im sorry i left you alone. i never meant to."

"junnie ..."

jun immediately noticed your lip begin to stick out in a pout, with watery eyes to match.

"oh, fuck. baby, i'm so sorry," he rushed you into his embrace, "i didnt mean to make you cry! i- how can i make it up to you? i'll do anything, just say the word."

you halted him before he could continue, remaining in his hold but disconnecting yourself enough to look into his eyes.

"no, junnie. it's just ... fuck, im sorry if my texts were harsh. i thought you had just ditched me for no reason. you must've been so exhausted, baby, im sorry. i understand why you weren't here, and ... god, thank you for the dinner. you're so sweet, junnie, im so so-"

"no! dont apologize. you're not allowed to apologize on your birthday. in a perfect world i wouldve made it home and fallen asleep in your arms instead. will you have dinner with me? then i can take you to bed," he interrupted himself upon realizing what he said, "oh, wait! not like that! but well, if you want too ... it's your day, anything you say goes. happy birthday, by the way," he pressed his nose to yours, "i love you."

you couldn't help but giggle at his panicked state, appreciating the sweet words nonetheless.

"thank you, junnie. i love you."

soonyoung -

soonyoung wasn't too sure where he was going.

it's not like be was blackout drunk, he was just drunk. period. he still had some sense of reason. he was almost 85% sure he was in minghao's car. but there was no way to be completely sure from the angle in which he was laying down. that's when his friend decided to inquire his name to check on him, thus confirming soonyoung's current whereabouts. that was also when soonyoung fell right back asleep.

next time he gained consciousness he was being dragged out of the car and being directed to follow minghao. he could recognize his new location anywhere. he was standing right outside your apartment. when you opened the door, he couldnt help but instantly let himself fall atop you, attacking you with a hug as you were forced a few steps back due to his body weight being dropped on you. you held him back, patting his back as you spoke to minghao about something. he wasn't too sure. the familiar scent at the crook of your neck had him too distracted to care.

finally minghao left, allowing you two some alone time. you left him on the couch and got him water, telling him he needed to sober up before you could talk, because apparently you had something to say to him. it was odd. you weren't cooing at him as you usually did. you also weren't stuck to his side, giving him his daily dose of physical affection like he'd always demand. he decided to shrug it off, allowing himself to fall into deep slumber on the uncomfortable space of your couch. he'd figure it out tomorrow.

when tomorrow came, soonyoung was hit with two things. one came after the other.

the first was his headache, which almost went away on its own at the mere aight of the aspirin you had left on the coffee table in front of him. he made a mental note to give you a thank you kiss the moment he saw you.

the next thing he was hit with was realization of how uneven this relationship seemingly was.

as he got up to seek you out, he stopped just before entering your bedroom, realizing you were on a phone call. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he was also really nosy by nature, so the math did itself.

"yeah. im sorry for cancelling on you yesterday ... no, i know ... it's not like that .... he just forgot .... yeah ..... he came home drunk .... i dont know. i think i'll just let him figure it out on his own .... i am hurt. we made plans and he just blew me off to drink with his friends, of course im hurt .... i'll just see you tomorrow, i gotta go take care of him .... yeah, i know im an idiot, but i love him .... okay, bye. love you too."

soonyoung could only hear your side of the conversation, but that had been enough for him to clue the pieces together. your birthday was yesterday. which was something he knew, but had completely left his mind at the mention of free drinks with the guys.

after that realization came many others.

you had shown him no type of anger upon his arrival, even making sure take care of him in his drunken state. you had changed him into his pjs as he slept, tucked him into your couch, given him medicine. even after he blew you off. on your birthday. fuck.

he gave himself no time to think before he barged into the room, immediately kneeling in front of you as he grabbed onto your hands. he paid no mind to your shocked state as he started babbling apologies to you.

"im so sorry, i- i dont know how i forgot. baby ... im so fucking sorry. i cant believe you took care of me even after i forgot. you shouldve punished me. you should punish me. i dont deserve you. im so so so sorry. i love you so much, i swear i never meant go forget. im just an idiot. that's not an excuse! you're just too good for me. I'll make it up to you! how can i? anything! please, i love you."

his rambling could only be blamed on his still buzzed state, as that had only been half of his apology. he kept going for ten minutes, allowing you no room to respond. he was surprised when by the end of it you'd instructed him to get up, almost tackling him in a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he might've been an idiot, but he'd accept any affection from you he could get. always.

"soonie ..." you pulled away to look into his eyes, a sweet softness behind them. them you decided to slap his chest, making him wince at the unexpectedness of it, "you fucking idiot! i waited for you all day, and you ditch me for alcohol?"

"baby, i-"

"no! i cant sit through another ten minutes of apologies. im pretty sure you're a little drunk still. i forgive you. but you have a lot of making up to do, understand?"

he felt like a scolded puppy, but agreed regardless, telling you that he would swear off alcohol if that's what it took. he enjoyed your giggle as he suggested ridiculous ways to make it up to you, knowing he'd genuinely do anything to make up for ever making you upset.

minghao -

if he hadn't felt immediate regret the moment the words came out of his mouth, he sure felt it now, hearing you cry through the door to your shared bedroom.

he had no idea what had gotten into him. never had he ever even entertained the idea of disrespecting you like that, much less ever making you cry. he could take his job too seriously sometimes, making him a bit too irritable when his work ethic was questioned in any way. although this was true, he knew it was still just a cheap excuse for his behavior. no matter what had been going through his mind, he knew he had no right to speak to you in the way that he did, dismissing you so coldly on a day that was meant to celebrate you.

he was unsure what to do. he wanted to comfort you so badly, but he knew that he had been the sole cause for your pain. he felt himself get emotional at the mere thought, with your sobs making him weak at the knees in regret. he sat himself down on the other side of the door, knowing from the proximity of your cries that you must've been on the opposite side as well. he kept quiet, simply torturing himself as he heard the love of his life cry because of him. there was only so much he could take, however, before finally interrupting.

"my love ..?"

your cries seized a bit at his interruption, but your sniffles and heavy breath could still be heard, breaking his heart bit by bit.

"angel ... im so sorry ... i- i don't know what came over me. you're right. i should've called you. there is no world in which i wouldnt want to be with you to celebrate the birth of the love of my life. you're my everything. i want to shout it from the rooftops. i want everyone to know who my entire world is; who makes my heart beat," he took a pause to breathe, allowing himself to think of how to properly apologize to you, "i should never speak to you the way i just did, i ... im disgusted with myself. you're the most important thing in my life. being the source of your sadness makes me lose my mind. my one purpose in this life is to love you with all i have. im so sorry ... my love, please dont cry over me. no one deserves your tears."

by the end of his speech you had begun to cry harder, making his heart crumble even more.

"angel ... let me see you, please. i need to hold you, need to- need you in my arms. cant stand not taking away your pain, please, i-"

his words were interrupted by a sudden opening of the door. by the time he'd gotten up, you had already walked further into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you made yourself as small as possible, looking down while he approached. he knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands as he held them against his own, kissing at the back of your palms as he professed his love for you once more. he then got up and made it so you'd stand up with him, allowing him to cradle you in his arms.

"please forgive me ... i adore you more than anything."

you finally looked up at him, bloodshot eyes as he looked down at you with both worry and adoration.

"did you mean it? do you really not care to ditch me for your career? did you-"

"no! never. you're everything to me. there's nothing i hold more dear to my heart than your own. i'll never make you cry again. i'll grow old with you and give you nothing but happiness. please, please forgive me."

he knew his words could only get him so far, being fully aware that he had purposely hurt your feelings in the heat of the moment. he simply hoped that this would not cause a strain in your relationship; that you would somehow look past it and give him the forgiveness that he didn't deserve.

his thoughts were fortunately interrupted by a soft meeting of your lips, allowing him to melt into you before you pulled away.

"hao ... i forgive you. i- i never thought you'd just disregard me like that," he physically winced at the thought, "but you've shown me nothing but love and respect otherwise. i understand you were stressed, and i love you, so i forgive you."

"thank you, angel. i'll take tomorrow off, okay? let me keep you all to myself so i can show you how sorry i am; how badly i love you."

he then spent the rest of the night attached to you, waxing poetic at you as he told you of all the plans he had for the two of you tomorrow, even eventually progressing into talking about his night at the fashion show. your enthusiasm at his rambles made him realize how fortunate he was to have you all over again. he made a promise to himself and to you that he'd never lose his temper around you ever again.

chan -

"wait, what? ah! don't hit me!"

"you idiot! you're dating a literal angel and you forget their birthday?! what is wrong with you?"

"it's not today! it's, uh, wait. fuck. today?!"

checking his phone really quickly he realized that today's date was in fact your birthday. he hadn't bothered to write down a reminder for your birthday anywhere, knowing there was absolutely more way he could forget. except that the days had begun to blend together at some point, rendering him into a machine as he just went to his schedules without much thought. what he hadn't accounted for, however, was for your birthday to get lost in the mess also.

chan hadn't planned for his day to go like this. he 100% was not expecting to be berated by seungkwan the moment he stepped foot into the practice room, being scolded over being a careless boyfriend. even as annoyed as he was at his friend, he knew he was right. he hadn't meant to, but ultimately he had forgotten about you. it sucked to think about how he had bid you goodbye just this morning with not a single care in the world, now realizing that you were probably alone and feeling disregarded by him. i mean, for fuck's sakes, he had told you to take the day off a few weeks back. promising a fun afternoon together after he got off work. and now he had completely forgotten about it.

he needed to fix this, and quick.

like any lovesick guy (such as chan, who was immensely down bad for you), he ran to leave practice. he knew soonyoung would have his ass on a silver platter the moment he arrived and noticed chan's absence, but after weighing his options (hurting your feelings vs. being berated by yet another one of his older brothers), he decided you were the clear priority.

ran might've been an overstatement, but he did rush as much as he could. he wanted to account for the extra time he'd need to spend to stop by a flower shop on the way in order to beg for forgiveness in a more heartfelt way.

after picking a bouquet of your favorites, he instructed the driver to take him to your address, which led him to his current predicament as he stood outside your apartment door, breathless due to having ran up the stairs in very dramatic fashion. what could he say? he was just a boy in love.

the moment you opened the door to his knocks, he rushed in, rambling endless apologies to you as he handed you the flowers, professing his love to you while also whining (mostly at himself) that seungkwan of all people had been the one to remind him of the love of his life's special day. it was funny, really, how he didn't seem to run out of words when expressing his regret at his mistake.

you interrupted him halfway through his fourth apology, giggling at his widened eyes. okay, this was not exactly the reaction he was expecting.

"chan! jesus, breathe," you interrupted, "i'm not mad. i mean, i was. but you literally only left an hour ago, i cant believe you're back already."

"i headed back the moment kwan told me. baby. i'm sorry. i had planned to take the day off and surprise you, it just slipped my mind, i swe-"

"chan! it's fine! i'm not- i'm not mad, i promise. the fact that you came back running is so ... it's funny," you giggled again, "but its also very sweet. you have nothing to apologize for, okay? i'm just happy you're here."

he hugged you after that, disregarding the flowers in your hands as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

"remind me to thank kwannie for reminding my bad, forgetful boyfriend about my birthday."

"yah! you're not allowed to hang out with him anymore, okay? he's a bad influence," he complained against you, enjoying the vibration of your laugh in return.

a/n: sorry some are way angstier than others ;-; i wanted to vary them a little. anyways tysm if u read the entirety of this mini series <3

[hotgirlssupportlando]

one day x lando norris pt 4

this is a part of my series following one day of every summer from 2016 onwards in y/n’s and lando's lives, exploring their friendship and love for one another. ofc not a smooth ride with some angst and fights along the way. a friends to lovers, growing up together kind of thing. read first part here pairing: lando norris x fem!reader summary of this part: y/n attending lando's first home race in f1, but her expectations weren't really met warnings: kinda sad :( wc: 1,4k a/n: probably a couple of sad parts now in this series but bear with me!! a one day -series can't only be rainbows and butterflies hehe

summer of 2019

Silverstone Circuit, England

y/n was beyond excited getting her invite from lando to attend his first ever home race in f1. she couldn’t believ that the random boy she had met a few years ago now was one of the top twenty drivers in the world. seeing her best friend advancing in the sport truly made her proud, who would’ve thought he’d be going this far? since day one she had always supported her friend both on track and at distance, nowadays most through late night facetime calls as she was still in Edinburgh studying and Lando traveling all around the world. 

however, now after being months apart the pair would finally meet again and oh my, was she excited!! she couldn’t help but smile sitting in the taxi on her way to silverstone, headphones in listening to her and landos shared playlist. she fiddled with her mclaren paddock pass that already, proudly, was hanging around her neck, closely reading (for maybe the hundredth time) that all the personal information was correct, it would be just typical lan to spell something wrong and causing her trouble. as soon as the paddock pass had arrived in the mail at her uni dorm she had started planning her outfit, carefully picking out clothes and accessories that would perfectly match the colours on the pass. as the self-conscious being she was, she wanted to be prepared, not wanting to make a fool of herself or lando by turning up as a girl who didn’t look like she belonged there.  

now she was sat stroking her new white dress, contemplating whether it was too boring or too much, and what would lando think, would he like it? and why didn’t she take the other dress instead, it would have looked much better! her mind was racing, overthinking every little thing that came to mind and her worries quickly aggravated looking outside the cab window at all the beautifully looking fans that stood waiting outside the paddock hoping to see their favourite drive appear from one of the taxis. oh well, she thought, there’s nothing i can do about it now. she took a deep breath before exiting the car, shyly walking toward the entrance where she blipped her paddock pass and quickly rushed away headed towards the big mclaren sign in the distance. overwhelmed by the situation she just wanted to see lando, knowing that his presence would calm her nerves.

after some walking she finally arrived at the mclaren hospitality, almost immediately spotting jon, lando’s trainer. ”hi we’ve only seen each other through facetime but i’m y/n l/n, landos friend”, she said approaching jon. ”oh hello, i thought i recognized you from somewhere!” he smiled, ”you’re probably looking for lando?”. y/n nodded smilingly. jon looked around a bit worried, telling her that he should be here somewhere but that his schedule had been a bit hectic this race day morning. she was offered to wait in the hospitality while jon was gonna go tell lando that she had arrived. with a good mood she went and grabbed a tea, sitting at a table that overlooked mclaren’s part of the pit lane. 

after scrolling a bit on her phone and texting her friend, she saw in her periphery, more specifically in the garage, a familiar looking boy. he was giving some fangirls a tour around the garage, letting one and one test sit in his car. he looked so happy, being in his element. after a short while jon approached lando, and by his lips y/n could read something about her arrival. landos reaction was cute, he seemed excited that she was there but didn’t seem ready to come meet her just yet. y/n was just glad she had seen him at a distance and didn’t mind waiting for some time longer, she had already waited several months so what harm could another hour do?

if it only had been an hour or two or even three.. patiently she sat waiting, looking at the clock seeing it was nearly time for race preparations. nope, she thought, if she wanted to see him she would need to take it into her own hands, and that’s what she did. confidently she walked the same route she had seen jon take to the garage and after getting lost a couple times she found a visitor friendly spot. at the same place other high paying fans were stood looking at the team doing their pre race preparations. lando, as the kind boy he was, of course greeted the fans and let them take pictures with him. shortly after he spotted y/n who stood with a huge smile and open arms to greet him in an usual hug, but she wasn’t met by the same excitement. a rather cold and quick hug was what she got, from a boy that felt unexpectedly unfamiliar. a bit caught of guard by the reception and embarrassed by the amount of people that had seen this awkward encounter she felt like running far away. somehow she managed to still ask lando if their agreed meetup after the race was still on, to which she received a short ”yeah, sure”. 

stunned from the whole situation she went back up to the hospitality and watched the race in some kind of haze. wtf was that? she didn’t have to be here, lando was the one that invited her there, didn’t some good old kindness include in that package? presumably not then. her thoughts wandered, shocked that the boy she had known for years abruptly was someone totally else, just because they weren’t alone, the two of them, as they usually was. or was she overreacting? maybe it wasn’t that bad. or maybe this was her fault? she could’ve put a bit more makeup on and change the dress so that she would’ve been prettier, maybe that was the problem, that she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls in the paddock. 

in the middle of her overthinking someone patted her on the shoulder making her jump of fear out of her seat. ”sorry sorry sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you” a familiar voice half laughed, half tried to sound serious. she turned around meeting a pair of kind brown eyes, it was carlos sainz she remembered, lando’s teammate. ”are you waiting for someone?” he asked. y/n looked at the clock, it was late, somehow she had been thinking about her own problems so long that she hadn’t noticed that the race was done ages ago and that the other hospitality guests had gone home. ”oh yeah, i was waiting for lando, he’s my friend, but i guess he has forgotten about me.. again” y/n said not covering her disappointment very well. carlos smiled compassionately, like he understood, ”i’m sorry.. i remember when i was new to f1, everything’s so new and exciting that sometimes the one’s that has been with you from the start gets left behind..”. ”well, thats assuring” y/n laughed quietly as she felt her eyes tearing up. ”noo sorry, y/n was it? i didn’t mean to upset you, what i meant to say was that in the beginning you get kind of caught up in the fame and girls running after you, but when you settle in to the sport you sooner or later understand who the real one’s are” he said and gently hugged you afterwards. y/n sniffled after the hug ”well i hope so.. this wasn’t at all what i expected from this day” she sighed walking towards the door out of the hospitality. ”i’m certain he will come around, some new drivers take more time than others to realize that all the new attention is just empty and fake, nothing that can compare to a girl that waited the clock around to hopefully see her friend” he smiled trying to cheer y/n up. a small smile cracked on her face as she thanked him whilst they walked out of hospitality together. 

they didn’t have to walk very far before she heard lando’s familiar laugh, y/n turning around to spot lando in the distance, flirting with some very beautiful girls, noticing how he didn’t have a thought in the world about his old friend. she felt her heart sink and eyes tearing up again, was she really that forgettable? if anything, it only confirmed all her self-conscious thoughts. carlos that was walking beside her noticed the same as her and immediately connected his eyes with y/n’s, giving her a compassionate look while hugging her from the side. ”don’t you worry darling, remember my words”

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[be-my-sunrise]

Late Night Grind || p.js

pairings: idol bf!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 3,261

warnings: use of a sex toy, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby and princess), use of derogatory terms (reader being called a slut once), unprotected sex, choking, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hii! this is my first time sharing my work here and i'm kinda nervous. jisung has been living in my head rent-free 24/7😩 plus i found this sex toy on tiktok and it inspired me to write for jisung. also, thank you @jenoslutie for encouraging me to start a writing blog and share my own work<3 it started from these asks and now i'm here to share the full version hehe i hope you enjoy it!

You're snuggling in a blanket on bed, scrolling through tiktok on your phone while waiting for Jisung to come home. Letting out a sigh as you plop the hand holding your phone down on the bed. You've been home all day since it's a Saturday and you're starting to get bored.

"I should be back home before 10, baby. I'll text you when I arrive, okay? See you soon!" He said earlier before leaving for practice. 

You glance at the time on your phone to see that it's now 11pm and Jisung is still not home. You were about to text him when you hear keys fumbling outside, and then you hear Jisung call out your name as he enters your shared apartment. 

"Baby, I'm home!" 

You open the bedroom door and smile when you see Jisung standing at the small entryway to take his shoes off, his face lit up when he sees you. You cross the room slightly running to hug Jisung, burying your face in his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

"Hi princess," he says while stroking your hair gently.

"What took you so long? I missed you." You pout, voice muffled by Jisung's chest. 

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. We had lots to prepare today, so practice went a bit longer than usual," he says as he rests his chin comfortably on the top of your head. He pulls away after a while and notices that you're only wearing his favorite black Adidas jacket, which falls perfectly on the middle of your thighs. 

"Hey, you found my jacket! I looked for it everywhere this morning, where did you find it?" 

You looked down at the jacket and smiled. "Well.. It was on my side of the closet, so I guess it's mine now." Jisung raises his eyebrows as he pulls you closer to wrap his arms around your waist. 

"Oh, is that so?" he says playfully. 

"Mhmm," you giggle. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. Jisung breaks the kiss to say, "It looks better on you anyway," before connecting his lips on yours once again. 

As the kiss deepens, he slowly pushes you until your back hits the wall. His hands roaming freely, sneaking inside the jacket to feel the curves of your body before giving your ass a squeeze, earning a yelp from you. A minute passed and both of you pulled away to catch your breath. Jisung rests his forehead against yours, hands never leaving your body. 

"Feeling a bit handsy, hm?" you ask teasingly as you play with the hair on his nape. 

"Can't help it. I have a surprise for you, baby. But, I have to clean it before we can use it, just to be safe," he said. 

Your tilt your head to the side, looking up at him, "Oohh what kind of surprise?" Jisung smirks, "Go wait for me on the couch, I'll be right back." 

He gives you a peck on the lips before letting you go, slapping your ass playfully as you walk. You sit on the couch, excited for the surprise Jisung has for you. Not long after, you hear Jisung's footsteps getting closer. 

"All done! Before I show you, can you please just close your eyes for me?" 

You close your eyes and you hear Jisung walking around the couch. He suddenly lifts you up with ease, making you squeal in surprise. He sits both of you on the couch with you sitting on top of his left thigh, slightly flinching at the strange object poking the inside of your thighs. 

"Okay, you can take a look now!" You open your eyes and look down to see a very strange looking pad strapped on his thigh.

"Ji, what is this?" You run your fingers over the tentacles. 

"I saw this on tiktok the other day and I know how much you love to grind on my thigh, so I bought it to try with you," he explains enthusiastically. You smile and bite your lower lip, stomach fluttering from the excitement and at his thoughtfulness.

"Let's not wait any longer then," you say before leaning in for a kiss. 

Jisung's hands grips your ass, slowly massaging the cheeks with his palms, making you hum into the kiss. You can feel him tugging on your panties impatiently. He was about to rip it off, but you were quick to stop him. Quickly pulling away and getting up from his lap.

"Wait, no! This is one of my most comfy pairs!" You hook your fingers on the waistband of your panties to pull it down. Jisung laughs in disbelief, leaving soft kisses along your thighs as he helps you.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about this the entire day. The package arrived not long after I left and I couldn't wait to try it," he says, grinning as he looks up to see you.

You giggle at his story, "Ohh, Jisung, you're so cute when you're all impatient." 

"Giggle all you want, I was literally so close to ditching practice and run back home." Jisung unclasped the strap to turn on the vibration switch and strapped it back to his thigh. He grabbed the bottle of lube next to him and poured it all over the toy evenly.

"Well, then. I think we should make up for lost time."

You grab onto Jisung's shoulder as you position yourself on his thigh again, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you feel the vibration from the toy. You bite back a moan as you start to slowly grind against the tentacles. 

"Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear your pretty moans."

He slightly lifts up the jacket and holds it on your waist to have a clear view of your pussy, swearing under his breath as you start to pick up the pace. You moan out from the stimulation, hands gripping Jisung's shoulders. Jisung leans in to leave kisses on your neck trailing down to your chest before unzipping the jacket completely. He smirks when he sees that you're not wearing any bra underneath.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel Jisung's plump lips around one of your nipples and rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue flicking back and forth against the hardened bud before doing the same with the other, the sudden cold air sends shivers down your spine. 

"S-shit, it feels so good," you say with a shaky voice. 

Jisung leans his head against the backrest, the vibration from the toy is enough to make him dizzy from the sensation. He's so hard he can feel his cock twitching in his pants, especially with the view in front of him. Jaw dropping with moans spilling from your mouth, eyes closing as you grind on his thigh, wearing nothing but his jacket, which hangs loosely from your figure. Fuck, the sight itself could make him cum untouched. He would flutter his eyes close every time your knee brushes against his bulge. His breath gets shallow as he becomes more and more aroused. You move your hips faster as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Fuck, baby. You look so pretty like this. Riding my thigh so desperately like a little slut," he paused. "I can't stop thinking about you, I kept getting in trouble for not focusing during practice."

He notices that your moves start to get sloppy, so he puts his hands on your hips to help guide you, while pushing your hips down as well to apply more pressure to your clit. 

"Oh my- fuck, I'm so close."

"That's it, baby, cum for me." 

You moan loudly as you reach your climax, dropping your body on top of Jisung. Digging your nails on his shoulder as you ride out your high, making him hiss in pain. Once you come down from your high, you lift your hips weakly to sit on Jisung's thigh that is not covered with the pad, leaving a wet patch on his pants from your release. He rubs your back as he waits for you to catch your breath. When you start to calm down, you lift your head to kiss Jisung.

"That was intense," you giggle. Jisung smiles, "you have no idea how hard you make me just from watching you." You push yourself up to look at his situation. Jisung let out a loud moan when your knees bump against his cock, the prominent bulge almost looks painful. 

"My turn now."

Jisung grabs your waist and pushes you down gently on the couch while getting down on his knees as well. A soft moan falls from your lips at the sight of his toned body as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room. He leaves kisses on the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your center. You suck in a sharp breath when he suddenly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your release on his tongue. He groans from the taste of you. 

You lift your head to see him looking up at you and you swear you see his eyes darken. He smirks before flattening his tongue, your hips jerking up as his tongue brushes against your clit. You try to wiggle away as you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance before hooking his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, holding you in place as he pressed his tongue on your clit again. You whimper, pulling on his hair to push him away, but he did not budge at all.

"Don't even think about stopping me, baby." He says lowly, his deep voice laced with warning. 

He closed his lips on your clit and sucked the sensitive bud, making your legs tremble from the overstimulation as he continued. Slowly, your whimpers turn to moans, and the hand pulling on his hair is now pushing his head closer. Jisung hums in satisfaction around your clit, the vibration making you moan loudly. He looks up at you through his lashes, palms moving up to grip your tits. Just as you start to feel close, he suddenly stops and pulls his lips away from your clit. Hips humping the air at the sudden loss, making you whimper.

"No, don't stop! Please, I'm so close," you begged, tears pricking in your eyes. 

"Get up." He says as he stands up and pulls you along with him. Your legs felt like jelly, causing you to almost fall over if Jisung hadn't caught you. Once he's sure he got a nice hold on you, he bends down slightly to take off the strap from his thigh and places it on the edge of the couch backrest. 

"Go straddle the couch and I want your ass facing me," he says, dominance can be heard from his tone.

You turn to face your back against him and straddle the couch. You position yourself on top of the pad and bend over to give Jisung a clear view of your soaking pussy, your arms supporting your upper body. As you lower yourself on the pad, you feel Jisung's index finger running over your slit while you move your hips against the tentacles.

You let out a surprised yelp as he pushed two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you dizzy. He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you while his other hand goes to stroke his bulging cock, biting down on his lower lip from the slightest stimulation.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again, baby." Jisung adds one more finger inside you when he felt you clench around his fingers, determined on making you cum one more time before fucking you dumb.

A loud moan left your lips when you reach your second climax, hips jerking uncontrollably as you ride out your high. Jisung pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling out. You turn your head back to look at him just as he was taking off his boxers, where traces of arousal can be seen. Your pussy clenched when his cock slapped against his lower abdomen. The sight of his thick veiny cock making your mouth water. You can feel yourself getting aroused again, even though you had just come down from your second orgasm of the night. 

"Like what you see?" Jisung smirked as he pumped his cock with the hand that was inside of you, rubbing the arousal all over his cock while his other hand massages your ass cheek.

"You know I always do, baby." You bite your lip and press your clit against the pad, moaning from the stimulation. Jisung positions himself behind you, pressing the tip of his cock up and down against your slit, using your wetness as a lubricant. 

"Baby, please. Stop teasing me," you whine. 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Patience, princess." He kisses your shoulder and leaves a trail of it along your back. 

"I want to take my time with you," he says in a low voice. 

You whine in protest as you feel your pussy throb with need, feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Please, I need you so bad."

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he asks teasingly. 

"Jisungie, please! I'll be so good for you, I promise," you cry out in frustration. He finally pushes his cock inside of you, making both of you moan in relief, his huge cock stretching you deliciously. Jisung hisses at the warm sensation around his cock. 

"Fuck, always so tight for me." 

He drops his head on your shoulder as he bottoms out fully, giving you time to adjust to his big size. No matter how many times you've had sex with Jisung, you can never get used to how big he is. Once you've adjusted, you move your hips slightly as a signal to Jisung. He almost pulled out completely before slamming his cock back in, thrusting roughly. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you moan out loudly.

His hands gripping your sides, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. Only the sound of skin slapping, your broken moans, and Jisung's heavy breathing can be heard in the living room, along with the soft buzz from the vibrator. 

You swear under your breath as Jisung's hands reach down to play with your tits, toying with the nipple before pulling your upper body to hold you close to him. You lay your head against his shoulder, your left hand reaches around Jisung's head to pull on his hair and your other hand grips his arm. Jisung lets out a deep growl when he feels you clenching around his cock, signaling that you're close. 

"Are you close, baby?" 

You answer with a nod, unable to think properly. He clicked his tongue at your response, "use your words, or you're not coming at all." His thrust slows down waiting for your response, making you cry in frustration. 

"No, Jisung please, don't slow down. I'm so close!" 

You feel the air getting knocked out of you as Jisung slams his hips against you to pick up the pace. With him hitting your sweet spot each thrust, the vibrating tentacles rubbing against your swollen clit, and Jisung toying with your nipples, it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. 

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," you say weakly to Jisung. 

"No."

"Please, I can't-" Jisung cuts you off as he puts one of his hands around your throat, putting enough pressure to block your airways. 

"Yes, you can. Hold on a bit longer for me, baby, I'm close too." 

You can feel Jisung's thrust getting sloppier as he is reaching his climax. Your grip on his hair tightens as a choked sob falls from your lips, unable to deny your orgasm any longer. Jisung lets out a breathy laugh at the sight of you crying.

"Look at you, so pretty crying over my cock. Does my cock make you feel good, hm? You like it when I fuck you dumb like this?" You clench around his cock as a response, a deep growl falls from his lips. 

"Cum for me, princess. You've been such a good girl," he says as he releases the grip on your throat. 

You scream from the intense climax, body convulsing in pleasure as you clench tightly around Jisung once again, triggering his own release. Jisung shoots his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he thrusts slowly to ride out both of your highs. 

He holds your body close to him and kisses your forehead before letting you go. Your upper body falls forward onto the couch backrest, giving Jisung access to dig his fingers under the silicone pad and turn off the vibration switch. You suck in a sharp breath when Jisung pulls out, flinching from overstimulation. He lets out a groan at the sight of your releases mixing together and dripping onto the pad.  Your hips jerked as he collects the releases in his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung helps you down from the couch and carries you in his arms to the bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed and throws a blanket over you to keep you warm as he runs you a bath. He also went back to the living room to grab the discarded clothes and the grinder pad to clean later. 

Once the bath is ready, he carries you in first before going in as well. He pulls your body close to him, so you can lean against his chest. You let out a sigh as the warm water relaxes your muscles. Both of you bathe quietly before Jisung breaks the silence. 

"So, what do you think of your surprise?" 

You turn to face him and smile, "I loved it, baby. Thank you." Jisung returns your smile and leans in for a sweet kiss. 

"Was I too rough earlier?" he asks carefully. 

"Nothing I can't handle, don't worry." 

He smiles before kissing you again. You stay in the bath a little bit longer before drying off. Jisung goes to the closet to grab pajamas for both of you, while you sit on the bed waiting for him. He hands you your pajamas and a fresh pair of underwear before putting on his own.

After you're both done, Jisung switches the lights off before climbing into bed. You snuggle against Jisung, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. He pulls the comforter over the two of you. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Jisung call your name. 

"You wanna know something?" he asks quietly. 

"Tell me." 

Jisung bites back a smile before answering, "I wasn't lying when I said you look so pretty crying over my cock." 

You open your eyes and gasp, tilting your head to look at him, "Hey!" 

Jisung laughs at your reaction, "It's true! You should've seen yourself." 

You roll your eyes, trying to hold back the smile. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jisung." You say as you lay your head back on his chest and close your eyes. 

"I'm definitely fucking you in front of a mirror next time," he whispers under his breath, which earns him a slap on the chest from you.

"Jisung!"

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop!"

thanks for reading! any kind of feedback would be much appreciated<3333

[jhoneybees]

Little green thumb

Characters: Elvis X Innocent!reader

Warnings/triggers: Nothing hehe

Prompt: Elvis surprises you with something special but then an unfortunate incident happens but he makes sure you feel better about it.

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You've always had a soft spot for flowers, often going to the gardens of any hotel Elvis and you were staying at in Vegas, just to quietly admire the pretties. One day Elvis saw how your eyes would wander to the sunflowers in the vase sitting on the dining table as you ate your breakfast and that made him think of an idea.

After a few weeks of being in Vegas, Elvis and you finally arrive back home, you decide to sit down and relax in the living room for a while. Being so focused on the magazine you were reading, you didn't see Elvis in the doorway until you randomly looked up, you jumped in fright “Elvis you scared me!” a hand to your chest to catch your breath. He chuckles “M’sorry honey” you shake your head with a smile then your eyes lower, noticing Elvis holding something behind his back “What's that behind your back?” Elvis grins, walking over to join you on the couch. “Well I got ya somethin’ “ showing you a small packet, labelled ‘Sunflower’ a gasp leaving your mouth as you took it from his hand “Sunflowers!” Elvis' grin grows and he chuckles again “Thought you'd like to grow ‘em..” you happily wrap your arms around his neck, thanking him excitedly “Thank you, thank you!” giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

The next day, you prepare a flower pot and after planting a seed, you place it outside just next to the front door of Graceland, thinking it'd be a delightful sight to see every time anyone walks up the steps. You took care of the plant, watering it every morning and just before going to bed; Regularly pulling out any weeds that invaded, it’s almost like your own child.

One morning the flower blooms making you overjoyed. Giddily walking up the stairs to drag Elvis down to show him the sunflower, not caring if you interrupted him from something important, you were so excited. Elvis smiles when he sees the flower and praises you “Aw it's gorgeous sweetheart” pecking your cheek with a chuckle. Elvis adores you. He knew you loved flowers and just seeing you lean over the couch to peek outside the window to look at the sunflower that sat on the steps with a content smile on your face made his heart melt into a puddle but then a storm came one night, neither of you or Elvis thought of bringing the sunflower inside because you were too distracted from the scary sounds of thunder, wanting to just curl up in Elvis' arms “ ‘s alright baby, I ain't goin' nowhere” stroking your hair gently as you squeak and grip his shirt tighter from a loud crash of thunder.

The thought finally clicked in your head as you woke up the next morning, you forgot about the sunflower. You abruptly rush out of bed making Elvis stir in his sleep. “Honey?” ignoring him as you race downstairs then as you opened the front door, the sight you saw made your eyes brim with tears. Your precious sunflower that you adore so much got torn to pieces from the storm. “No..” kneeling down on the ground, you pick up the broken stem and the petals that were scattered everywhere, your vision getting blurry from your tears. Elvis sluggishly walks down the stairs whilst wiping the sleep out of his eye and when his eyes land out the door and sees you crying, they widen “woah, woah! Darlin' why ya cryin'?” bending over to pat your back and wipe your tears away with his thumbs. You hiccup adorably “M-my my flower…” Elvis realises what you were pointing at and his expression softens “Aw sweetie…” turning his attention back to you, he presses his lips on your forehead. Rubbing slow circles on your back as you pitifully sob. Soon your breathing slows and Elvis helps you inside in the jungle room to sit somewhere more comfortable. “M-my sunflower daddy…” you whispered and Elvis cooed “I know honey, I know” he feels so bad for you, little sweet you who always finds the value in everything when other people would just shrug and not raise an eyebrow, your sweet nature is one of the things that Elvis just absolutely can't get enough of.

Your fingers playing with the hem of your nightie as you sniffle quietly, Elvis cards his fingers through his bed hair and sighs. “I don’t like storms..” you pout, Elvis chuckles low “Now that’s a little mean, ya think the clouds would like to hear you say that?” you thought for a bit before you shake your head and pout even more “No…but the storm hurt my sunflower…” Elvis breaks into a small grin, lifting you onto his lap. “I guess you’re right, that wasn’t nice of the clouds to do that huh?” you nod sadly. Elvis kisses your temple lightly and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear with his large hand “Y’know there’s still plenty of seeds in that lil packet I got ya” he reminds you. Looking into his eyes “ Yeah?..” you frown in confusion “You can grow another one” a small smile creeps up onto your face and you shyly look back down to your fingers playing with your nightie, you didn’t think of that.

After eating breakfast, you and Elvis started cleaning the mess outside before planting a new seed in the same pot but this time, placing it in the jungle room, on a window sill that the sunshine beams through most of the day to make sure no storms would harm it and in a matter of weeks the new sunflower blooms and your happiness comes back. “My little green thumb” Elvis whispers before pecking your cheek lovingly as you excitedly but gently touch the petals.

[greattigerssimp]

~I'm opening up Punch Out roleplays!!~

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Yep, y'all heard me. As someone who loves writing and roleplays, I will officially be opening up roleplays! You can play as your OCs, self inserts, etc. alongside any roleplay starter I list below (or your very own!) Ofc I'm going to be using my AU of the characters (as seen pinned to my profile) in order to play as said characters (mainly from the Wii version of PO).

Rules:

- No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

- Please engage! Write at least 2 sentences per response so I'm not just role-playing by myself ;-;

- I will do nsfw/f*tish roleplays (I'm an adult after all) buuuut you need to NOT be a minor + you need my permission

- OC/self insert x canon roleplays are allowed!

- Please let me know if anything I write makes you feel uncomfortable (I'm autistic lmao idk when I cross boundaries)

- Have fun!!

I tend to use a variety of different roleplay styles, typically script-style and standard, but you can use any style you'd like! ^^ Anyways, with all that said and done, let's go over some roleplay starters!

Starters:

Starter 1: The new boxer in town!

"You/OC has recently moved to NYC in order to participate in the rising boxing league, the World Video Boxing Association! You came from *insert country/state here* and are excited to meet your new co-workers. The first night of your job sees you invited to a small welcoming party held at the WVBA gym near where you live."

Starter 2: The mysterious anomaly!

"You and the other boxers find each other stuck inside the WVBA gym during a thunderstorm. The power is out, and everyone is stuck hanging around the locker rooms. After Bear Hugger tells everyone a spooky story about "The anomaly" (see AU for details), everyone is placed on edge for the night, as everyone quickly realized that all the exits of the WVBA have been blocked off. What will you do?"

Starter 3: WVBA Anniversary vacation!

"Tomorrow morning is the 30th anniversary of the WVBA, and the network higher-ups have offered to take the boxers on a little fun trip to commemorate the occasion. But the boxers have to vote on what to do... should they cruise to an exotic island? Go to a fun theme park for a day? The choice is anyone's suggestion... perhaps yours!"

Starter 4: Uncovering Dreamland!

"After overcoming Lil Mac and Mr. Sandman and becoming the pound for pound champion of the WVBA, you get a special invitation to have dinner with the CEO of the WVBA (and the network)... Mr. Dream! Will you uncover something nefarious about the millionaire CEO? Who's to say..."

Starter 5: Box-con!

"Box-con is an annual event where the WVBA brings all of its boxers together at a special event (similar to comic con, but for boxers). All the boxers ever featured on the WVBA (which means the SPO boxers) are attending. Who knows what may transpire?"

Starter 6 (oc/self insert x headcanon only): The secret admirer!

*insert love interest here* has been on your mind the moment you two have met... after a difficult match, your love interest is exhausted and beaten down. You decide to help them... and possibly ask them out or such. Either of you could take the helm! (NSFW is allowed)."

Starter 7: WVBA World Tour!

"The WVBA is airing a brand new special, involving matches taking place in each boxers home country! From Paris, France to California, you join the boxers as they each reconnect with their roots and family's, all filled with drama and heart before the tour brings your OC/self insert to their native country."

Starter 8: The new trainer!

"You've been employed by Mr. Dream himself to become a personal, dotting trainer for all the boxers. Your goal as a trainer is to support and help each boxer prepare for their fights against one another, and to just look after their wellbeing in general. You'll learn about each boxers, their past, their fighting style, etc. You may even fall for one of them, hehe~"

(I might post more starters in the future!)

[toomanybandstocare]

hi friend! so excited for this exchange. could I request a kix x reader where the reader finds out about him going MIA from the stasis, already established relationship? thank you <3

{Come Home to Me}

Program: Kix always keeps his promises to you, especially when he says he'll come home. Never once has he left you feeling uneasy about your relationship, yet something makes you hold onto him longer one morning when he needs to leave for deployment. Only for his ori'vod to return to your home with shattering news.

Pairing: Kix x GN! Reader, established relationship

Side Pairing: Rex & GN! Reader, platonic

Genre: Fluff -> Angst

Length: 998w (seeee? I can keep to a word limit hehe)

Warnings: Pet names (Cy'are & Cy'arika), Bye bye Kix, Probs not accurate to stasis arc but in my defense i haven't seen it yet

Counselor Notes: Requested by my lovely friend @ahsokastechie <3 So happy to do this lil fic swap with you. BUT ALSO THIS GIF OF HIM IS SO SOFT IM SOBBING AND YELLING INTO MY PILLOW.

Camp Resolute's Masterlist

Camper Tags: @staygoldwriting @wizardofrozz (cause ik you love our boy)

A cool chill settles across your body as a warm glow begins to illuminate Courescant’s skyline. Gentle kisses trail across your cheekbone as wandering hands pull you closer into your lover’s chest. Your hands run across Kix’s bare chest, and a soft sigh falls from the man’s lips. His breath tickles your skin, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go,” you plead.

Kix’s heart shatters. His arms squeeze you tighter. Already awake for some time now, Kix wanted to spend his remaining hours hidden from the galaxy, tucked away at home with the love of his life. His breath shudders, and he rests his forehead on yours. “As long as I have a home to return to,” Kix says and looks softly into your eyes, “nothing will keep me away from you. There is never a moment I don’t search for comfort in a memory we have created together. We have a lifetime to foster our love and start our family. As long as my heart beats, it will beat for you”.

Meeting his golden gaze, you breath hitches. Mere moments from returning to war, Kix lays beside you with an adoring gaze as the sunrises outside the window behind him. You reach out to hold his cheek in one palm, and your heart swells as he leans into your gentle touch to then press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. Kix takes hold of your hand and keeps them connected above your hearts.

“You’ll always have a home with me, Kix,” you promise. “There’s only one person I imagine waking up beside every morning. One person who I dream of every night to keep me company even when we’re systems apart. Know that when you leave, you take my entire heart with you, because it belongs to no one else”.

Neither of you know who shed the first tear, but you take your hand from his to carefully wipe away the few he shares with you just as he reaches to do the same. Bodies and souls forever connected since the moment your gazes met. Anyone who witnesses your shared, tender love recognizes the two of you as soulmates. 

After a few more moments of peace, Kix finally braves what’s beyond his safe place. Pulling away from your embrace, Kix’s heart lurches as you continue to hold onto him. He presses a lingering kiss to your temple and eases your hands to hold onto his pillow. Kix leaves your shared bedroom, and he quickly runs through the shower. He takes the time to mentally prepare himself and shake off the uneasy feeling churning inside him as he uses your body wash to relax. 

It’s only what seems like seconds after he stepped out of bed that you pad quietly behind Kix to the apartment’s entryway. Your bodies find eachother once more as the two of you hug each other, neither wanting to be the first to pull away. Your well-loved sleep shirt catches on his well-worn blue armor as the pair of you sway.

“I’ll be back before you can even miss me,” Kix reassures you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips that’s followed by another. A few more quick kisses soon follow after that make you laugh.

When he grabs his helmet from the entry table and takes the step away towards the door, a cold wave of uncertainty washes over you. “I miss you,” you weakly laugh with tears threatening to fall.

Kix, with a similar expression, smiles sadly: “I’ll be home soon, cy’arika, and we’ll be able to celebrate our anniversary”.

“I’ll count down the days, love. Stay safe and come home, Kix”. 

“I promise”.

As the door slides shut, you wrap your arms around yourself unable to shake off the sinking feeling overcoming you.

Nothing out of the ordinary stopped you from entering or exiting through that door in the cycles to come. You went about your life the best you could, even with the gnawing unease. Friends came and went to hang out nights in. Family popped in and out to check in with you. 

Until the day you open the door, ready to go shopping to prepare for your anniversary, and you nearly run into Captain Rex who stands with his bucket securely at his side with his hand ready to knock.

Everything stands still as you stare at your boyfriend’s commanding officer. The air wraps around you in a thick blanket, and your knees wobble. “He’s not dead,” you seethe. Yet, you weren’t angry. How could you be angry at the man who looks at you with an understanding expression.

Rex’s heart breaks while he watches you bravely face what you thought was your worst fear. He presses his lips in a firm line and thinks of what to tell you. Orders came through to share what would be easiest to hear. Even the general is concerned about how the 501st’s sweetheart would handle the news, and he thought it better to give closure. Standing before you and bearing witness to a side only shared with his brother, Rex steps towards you and rests his helmet on the entry table. 

“We don’t know,” Rex softly admits. 

“You have lists,” you quickly deflect, “of every fallen brother. Kix will not become just a name on some casualty count. He won't become another number. He’s coming home”. Your voice shakes as you try to hold onto reality. 

Rex shuts his eyes tight for a moment, “Kix has gone missing in action, cy’are”.

When he opens his eyes, Rex witnesses you break before him. He quickly takes you into his arms and holds you close as you beat your fist down on his faded, blue armor. Your sobs drown Rex’s soft condolences and promises to do whatever he can to support you.

[moccahobi]

A Fae's Brew To Take You Away [Chapter 27]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: n/a

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, character death, major angst, emotional distress, alcohol, verbal fight, anxiety

Word Count:  1.9k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild, @oddinary4bts​

Chapter 23 >> Masterlist

A/N: Final chapter!!! After 5+ years of posting! I intend to write a reflection on it soon. Hehe. Thank you all for joining me on this journey.

Taehyung rushed quickly back to their apartment, his heart leaping in his chest as he rushed to get the frozen sweets to the party celebrating Y/n and Seokjin’s “birthdays”. The six (Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Y/n) somehow managed to find three apartments neighboring eachother a few months ago and were excitedly taking advantage of how close they all were. It wasn’t uncommon for Y/n to make breakfast for those with early shifts or classes (something that Taehyung went to even when he didn’t have an early shift). Jungkook would host late night cramming sessions that Taehyung would vehemently protest before and subtly offer snacks during. Namjoon tried to start a book club but Seokjin seemed to be the only person who was interested in something like that. 

Stuff seemed to look up for everyone after the move and Taehyung couldn’t be happier about it. Y/n and Seokjin got jobs, Yoongi was close to graduating, Namjoon had a new (albeit boring) research project, Jungkook was preparing for his first semester back from his medical leave, and Taehyung was back to photographing (mostly Y/n). People were recovering and it made Taehyung happy to see. Jungkook and Namjoon had even started playing video games again! The two even started a game that Taehyung had gotten with the hope of starting with Jungkook but Namjoon and him seemed to have started it. After the initial disappointment, it made Taehyung’s day. Jungkook was so distant from Namjoon for so long and seeing them get back into activities together was refreshing.

“I see you got the samanco!” 

Taehyung jumped as Y/n fell into stride with Taehyung, bumping shoulders and laughing at Taehyung’s stress. 

“I did. Why are you here instead of with everyone else?” Taehyung looked over at her briefly before looking away, the beauty that shone from her heart was too much to look at for the time being.

“Seokjin is too busy wowing everyone with his cooking… little do they know how bad it will taste. Silly fae still hasn’t gotten the hang of human seasoning.” 

“You still haven’t either.” Taehyung laughed and so did Y/n.

“True, but I know not to act like I do. I couldn’t watch them get so excited just to suffer. You got some wings too, right?” 

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.” 

Y/n shrugged, “I mean… I like his cooking so it won’t be a problem for me. But you humans.” 

“Seokjin and you are human, you know that?” Taehyung asked, knowing that she’d get a bit sad but wanting to make sure she remembered that, hoping that she remembered that. She was human now. 

“Yeah. Sometimes I still feel like a fae. I was meditating this morning and swear I almost touched my magic again. Got me so excited for what it might mean for Hoseok.”

Taehyung sighed and nodded, “Are you thinking of telling the others?”

“Just you,” She said, giving Taehyung’s stomach a bunch of tiny caterpillars that would soon form chrysalis, “I don’t want to get their hopes up. The chances of me actually being able to access that magic again is long lost, but I am exploring my options for Hoseok.” 

Taehyung hummed, biting back a silly smile, “I understand. In some ways, I wonder if Hoseok not returning will be better for Yoongi hyung.” 

“Possibly. I don’t think that is for us to decide.” Y/n said as she held the door to their apartment building open for Taehyung, “Now. I want to warn you, I think Seokjin and Yoongi are flirting.” 

“Oh? If you’re thinking it, then I don’t doubt it.” Taehyung laughed and shook his head. He might’ve been flirting with Y/n for a while now but she never seemed to understand that… or if she did, never brought it up or took a step further (but Taehyung didn’t want to think about that). 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She looked affronted and slapped Taehyung’s arm playfully before pressing the button to call the elevator. 

“Nothing.” Taehyung laughed, “It could be good if Yoongi starts dating him. Seokjin is a good guy.” 

Y/n nodded, “And he’s been quite stuck in his brain after everything with Jimin.” 

“Do you think either of you will be willing to share what happened with him some day?” 

Y/n shook her head and though Taehyung wanted to ask more, the elevator was opening and Namjoon was there on the phone with someone from his lab. Taehyung looked around the small elevator, trying hard to not listen too deeply to Namjoon’s call, his free hand resting on the elevator railing as he leaned back against the wall. Y/n seemed to be thinking similarly, taking out her phone and opening some app, resting against the elevator wall next to Taehyung. A bit of warmth on his hand stole Taehyung’s attention and when he looked down, he saw Y/n’s hand on top of his. Warmth spread to his face and neck but he didn’t say anything, instead choosing to look around more intently, looking everywhere other than her face. 

The ding of the elevator marked the end of Namjoon’s conversation and the quiet walk back to Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment where, sure enough Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jungkook were all chatting away as Seokjin plated a vibrant looking dinner. It didn’t look scary like Y/n said it would taste but after so long of eating food she’s cooked, Taehyung doesn’t doubt it. Instead, he puts the groceries away and sets the table as others talked, unaware of the soft glances Y/n was sparing to him when he wasn’t looking. 

The food was… bad. It tasted like burnt chloroform. Like when Taehyung drunkenly tried to eat a leaf and shortly after had poison control’s phone number memorized. Surely that wouldn’t happen tonight but that didn’t make the food taste any more edible. Yoongi seemed suspiciously great at acting like the food was decent, showering Seokjin in praise about the vibrancy of the dish (at least he was only stretching the truth with his compliments). 

The two were very likely flirting. 

Would anything come from it? 

Taehyung didn’t know but his mind stayed on that throughout the night as people started playing some music, barely listening to the occasional ads and updates about vacuums, recently solved missing person reports, and the latest fad accessory that “everyone needed”. He was hoping beyond hope that Yoongi and Seokjin would be able to make a relationship work, that they’d be able to quickly jump into a relationship rather than dancing around each other. 

At some point in the night, Taehyung excused himself to the balcony, a much larger space than their last balcony that seemed to be just as crowded with plants as their last one. He needed a breather from all the warmth, loud noise, and building emotion. This was in some ways, their first real celebration since the… events last year and it was emotional for everyone. Out on this balcony, surrounded by all his plants and the soft sound of cars and partying people underneath, Taehyung felt himself calm down.

The sliding door squealed as someone else joined Taehyung on the balcony, Y/n. 

“You know, fae have this tradition of making big life decisions around yearly events. I don’t think this is as common for humans. All the media I see seems to talk about tons of holidays and celebrations that can change person to person. I’m not used to the human world yet but I am slowly learning. This fae tradition hasn’t left me yet. I don’t know if it quite will.”

“I didn’t know that. You and Seokjin don’t often talk about the fae world much.” He said, looking at her side profile as she looked down to the people walking by. 

She shrugged, “I wasn’t really part of it once I declared a potions apprenticeship and I think Seokjin doesn’t say much because of me. With how long we’ve been friends, he seems to have learned quite quickly how little I enjoy talking about it. He misses it a lot… but holds back because of me. He lost access to the fae world because of me too.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like talking about it either. He had to leave it behind as well. Besides, he didn’t need to become human to help out.” 

She nodded, “True. There is some of that too.”

“See? You’re not all at fault.” Taehyung laughed quietly and smiled, hoping to cheer Y/n up a bit from her moping. 

“Maybe, but you want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“I’m not too upset about what happened.” Her eyes widened before she started speaking quickly, “I mean I am! I am sad at the loss of friends and my loss of connection to the fae world and fae magic and I struggle because of all that’s happened… but if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met such amazing people, like Jungkook. I wouldn’t have found you.” 

She was looking at Taehyung, emotion swirling in her eyes communicating small and silent messages of love. Were they always this close? 

“I am glad I found you too. I… I am really inspired by you.” He couldn’t say it… not right now. Not when so much was already happening. 

“Oh? I am honored… I really like you.” Her eyes flicked down and Taehyung’s heart leapt in his throat.

“Oh?” He cringed at the small sound that left him but couldn’t think of anything else to say. 

“Yeah. And… you know how I was talking about fae tradition earlier?”

He nodded.

“It’s an annual thing tonight.”

He nodded. 

“Would you want to be my boyfriend?” 

He nodded.

Wait.

What?

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. That’s something humans do right? When they like someone romantically?”

“Uh. Yes.” Taehyung’s brain wasn’t processing. How was he even supposed to? She seemed so oblivious to his moves… and was suddenly asking?

“Oh great! I thought so! I was reflecting and noticed you had done some courting things recently and figured since we reached an annual event it would be a good time to ask you out!” She looked so excited as she talked, “Oh! I even got you something.” 

She ducked away, crouching down, and grabbing something, “I saw it at the store when I was shopping with Jungkook! An air plant! It smelled soooo good! I think it will fit in really well in your bedroom!” 

Her eyes were shining as Taehyung gingerly accepted the small plant, its leaves curling up towards Taehyung’s heart, “Thank you.” 

“So! Boyfriend?” She rocked on her feet excitedly, and Taehyung found himself laughing.

“Normally, humans date for a little before they put a label on things.” Her excited smile fell and Taehyung quickly continued, grabbing one of her hands with his free hand, “But I get that you want to respect fae tradition so I’d love to be your boyfriend.” 

She jumped excitedly around the small balcony before pulling Taehyung tightly into her arms, looking at him with a large and happy smile, “Can I kiss you, boyfriend?” 

Those caterpillars she’d given him earlier had somehow started bursting from the chrysalis that Taehyung hadn’t even noticed them weave, and as he nodded excitedly before leaning in, their lips touching in a soft caress, the butterflies took flight. 

[aeoki]

[Idol Story] Yuzuru Fushimi - Flawless Servant: Chapter 2

Location: Seisou Hall (Touri & Yuzuru’s Room) Characters: Touri & Yuzuru

Touri: *Yawn* Ugh… Yuzuru~ are you asleep yet~?

Yuzuru: I’m still very much awake. I’d say the same right back at you, Young Master.

Touri: I’m not gonna sleep. *Yawn…* I’m… definitely… gonna see… Yuzuru’s sleeping face…

Yuzuru: You cannot see it no matter how hard you try.

Touri: …………

Yuzuru: …Young Master?

Touri: Zzz, zzz…

Yuzuru: Hehe. It appears he has finally fallen asleep. He sure put up a good fight this time.

I would have preferred to have him changed into his sleeping garments, but he would have mistaken it for one of my strategies to get him to sleep.

Even if I were to change him, it wouldn’t be good if he were to awaken…

It wouldn’t do any good for the clothes to crease, but I shall let him sleep as is.

Oh, this camera… he still had it in his hand.

There is a chance he’ll break it if he continues to hold onto it, so I shall keep it safe elsewhere.

Touri: Zzz, zzz… Ehehe, that’s one pathetic look on your face, Yuzuru~...

Yuzuru: Hmm…

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few hours later. StarPro Office – early morning. >

Yuzuru: Oh, Anzu-san. Good morning.

I thought I had arrived at the meeting earlier than our appointed time, but I see you’ve also come to work rather early. Neither Eichi-sama nor Hibiki-sama have arrived yet.

I see. You wished to use the time to re-check the documents and make sure the preparations are all completed.

Then please wait a moment. I shall clean the table right away.

I won’t point fingers but it appears the individuals who used this space last night left without cleaning things up – there are still cups and documents strewn all over.

I had intended on cleaning it up before anyone else arrived, but it seems I didn’t make it.

Yuzuru: ♪~♪~

Oh, my apologies. When it’s this early in the morning, I’m usually left alone to my own devices so I let my guard down.

“You look like you were enjoying yourself.”?

Indeed, cleaning is my hobby, so I couldn’t help but be excited ♪

In a sense, I suppose you could say this is when I’m not working.

…Where is the Young Master, you ask?

I see, you thought he would have come with me.

I did feel sorry, but he is sleeping soundly at the dorm.

Indeed, he stayed up quite late last night. Even if he did attend the morning meeting, he would have slept through it all.

I wondered if I should be a strict servant and wake him up, but the reasons for him sleeping late last night also lie with me.

After all, if I had honestly shown my sleeping face, then the Young Master would have been able to sleep contently.

Oh, right. I shall return this camera to you, Anzu-san.

Within that camera is the result of the Young Master’s hard work from last night, so please do take a look.

…Hehe. What do you think, Anzu-san?

It’s just a picture of the Young Master’s sleeping face, you say?

Of course, it is. For it is I who took that picture of his lovely sleeping face ♪

I also lost some sleep. I hope you’ll forgive me.

After all, seeing this sleeping face when the day comes to an end is my reward.

…I truly appreciate him for calling me a member of his family.

But as I had thought, I wish to be a flawless servant in his presence.

Therefore, Anzu-san, I hope you can show that I am that sort of idol during my “Feature Live”.

…I apologise for bringing up such a matter out of the blue.

I still hadn’t given my response to your question of what sort of “Feature Live” I’d like to create.

For my fans who support me, I’d also like to be a shining idol in their eyes.

Seeing their smiles after working hard is my reward as an idol.

As a servant and as an idol, I’d like to appear flawless in the eyes of those I serve.

That’s the sort of performance I’d like to give but… would that be an appropriate response?

…Hehe. I’m relieved to see you’ve agreed.

I was worried my vague response might have caused you more confusion.

Oh, my phone is ringing this early in the morning. It’s from the Young Master…?

Please excuse me, Anzu-san.

Young Master, what is the matter? Are you feeling unwell due to the lack of sleep!?

…Hm? Y–Yes, it is precisely as you say.

But you stayed up quite late last night, Young Master…

Yes. Right… my apologies. Alright, I’ll come pick you up immediately.

I apologise, Anzu-san. I must return to Seisou Hall at once.

Yes. I didn’t expect the Young Master to wake up so early.

It seems he has gotten the wrong idea and thought that I had left him behind to attend the morning meeting, and is in a rather sour mood…

He has scolded me for treating him like a child.

Hehe. I don’t know if I should be happy for my master’s growth or be embarrassed for my own mistake.

Especially, right after I said I wanted to be a flawless servant – how embarrassing, indeed.

In any case, I shall return to Seisou Hall. If Eichi-sama or Hibiki-sama arrive, please let them know the situation.

We may both continue to cause you much trouble in the future, but I hope you’ll treat us kindly, Anzu-san.

I shall be off. See you later.

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[shenashygans]

THE SUNDAY SATURDAY CURRENTLY -39-

the jowa reminded me again to do TSC. lagi ko daw kasing nakakalimutan. wala siyang mabasa. i feel pressured. wow big würd hahaha alam naman niyang lazy ako sa mga ganito. buti nalang patient siya hihihi. so here's another TSC (Saturday version) from yours truly~

CURRENTLY

Reading

you guessed it. the mark of athena padin! I've been on a reading slump. kinda? nagbabasa lang ako omw to work kasi. haha

Writing

TSC 39 on a Saturday. while doing the laundry and folding clothes. kasi lalarga ako mamaya. lol

Listening

to the sound of the washing machine

Thinking

of what to do later? ooh. I'll pamper myself kasi dasurvvvv. excited na ako magpa-gel polish lol not excited with the weather though. it's cold, pero it means malapit na uminit. hays. thinking of where we could eat later. may unli biryani daw dun around sa salon na pupunta ko. excited me :3

Smelling

our laundry hahah

Wishing

that it'll be colder until ramadan. I'm not ready for the warm/hot weather yet. di ako excited mamawis lol wishing all good health for us kasi malapit na mag-change of weather huhu

Hoping

everything turns out the way we want to. now that we have new jobs, i hope we'd enjoy it every day. i hope we can learn new things and share our own knowledge too. i hope in time we can do what we've been planning (to get a new apartment) it's a big deal, but i hope it'll be sooner. hihi

Wearing

my pambahay hehe

Wanting

to stay home and cuddle with the jowa. pero asa work naman siya. it's cuddle weather outside kasi. lol. i want to go to Dubai mall din pala. namiss ko kasi ung kinokuniya bookstore hehe next time, maybe.

Needing

to eat breakfast na. araw-araw akong pinag pprepare ng food ng jowa ko. but on Saturdays, ako prep sakanya kasi wala akong pasok. kaso iced coffee lang na-prep ko.

i need her to have more patience with me. wag na strength, kasi baka masakal niya ako hahaha. i need to be more careful, lalo na pag clumsy ako. naiinis siya, not because clumsy ako.. baka kasi masaktan ako hehe. i need to bubble wrap this one huhu

Loving

the weather. super lamig! pero di ako nagrereklamo. okay na ung malamig po ahh hahaha.

loving the jowa every day. it's cheesy, pero you get to know a person everyday talaga. and every day, i fall in love with her. all the good, bad, & in between. i love how we cuddle every morning before getting up. i love how she prepares our baon and breakfast the night before. i love how we eat breakfast together kahit ma-late na siya. i love how she waits for me to get home and eat dinner together. i love how she makes kwento her day, and how she listens to my day. it's been a year of being together, but with the right person, it feels shorter and longer at the same time. it's the little things that make me love her more. kaya ikaw, alam mong mababasa mo 'to... mahal kita 💜

Feeling

energetic. nag-salang na kasi ako kagad ng labahin. aalis din kasi ako later. lol. feeling excited to pamper myself. been doing that monthly with roomie. but since i moved here in Dubai, at umalis na siya ng UAE, wala na masyado time. I'm feeling meh most of the time din pala. like, if something happens na i don't like, meh. lol

Manifesting

STABLE JOBS (FOR US). FINANCIAL ABUNDANCE. GOOD HEALTH (FOR FAMILY & FRIENDS). HAPPY LOVE & SEX LIFE ✨ (ulit-ulitin ko ‘to)

- manifesting is always the key. happy weekends!

[robinsvoid]

Ok so its me again and im currently bombarding you with requests but this is one that has been just COMPLETELY taking over my brain atm.

Robin and reader getting into an argument and making up a few days later! And its just all brainrotting fluff and kissing and ugh ;(

༺ ˖࣪ all i need to hear

pairing. robin buckley x f!reader

content warnings. angst! with a happy ending. long post ahead! light makeout session.

note. sorry again for the late reply :sob: i hope u like it anon, i wrote it as fic than a blurb bc i thought it fit hehe

robin is amazing. the sweetest girlfriend you could ever ask for. she takes care of you, makes you happy, and loves you endlessly. you’re always on her mind, just as she is on yours. but it’s hard being together in this predominantly small-minded town, always having to hide your love for each other. you wish you could show the world how incredible she is, how happy she made you. but maybe in another time, you suppose.

and you miss her. even though you see her everyday at school; fleeting gazes during classes you shared with each other, hiding in the corner of the library on different occasions, meeting in the bathroom to share a few secret kisses when no one’s there. but then after school, she gets busy.

it bothers you, how robin seems to have enough time to hang out with everyone but you. she always meets you at lunch, and by your locker right after the last bell, then leaves for band practice and works right after. it’s nice hearing her voice when she calls at night right after she gets off work, but you can’t help but miss her still. you need to see her, be with her, touch her, hold her, kiss her.

luckily, you’ll be able to do all of that tomorrow on saturday before the sun sets, out in some field far from everybody on a picnic blanket you bought at joyce’s store. you had spent days preparing, making all the food robin likes, and cakes, and sandwiches. you couldn’t wait.

that’s why you walk up to robin when she’s packing her things from her locker, after the last bell when everybody rushes out to leave, to tell her all about your excitement. but she looked tired, stressed even, and you wish you could fix it. she’s busy all the time, and you wonder how well she is doing mentally. she also seemed to be rushing a little faster than she usually does, making you wonder what was going on inside her pretty little head.

“hey, rob,” you smile brightly at her, clutching the strap of your backpack a little tighter as she continues to pack, “no band practice? headed to work?”

“uh, no and yes.” she says rather quickly.

robin sighs and turns to look at you, her lips curving into a feeble smile. you looked pretty today, she wishes she could spare a minute to just stare at you, tell you all about how beautiful you are, but she couldn’t. not with the sound of steve’s horn blaring just past the school doors, when it seemed to get louder after each honk.

“is that steve—“

“yeah, we can’t be late to work or else keith’s making us work the morning shifts on the weekend and steve has plans on the weekends and, you know, i won’t get up early on the weekends, so we really have to go now,” robin rubs your shoulder with her hand and smiles. “but i’ll call you later!”

she mouths an ‘i love you’ and quickly rushes past you before you could say anything back. you turn around, slightly troubled, as you watched robin run through the school doors. you see steve in his car, waving briefly at you with a smile before driving off as soon as robin gets in.

a sigh escapes your mouth as you lean against the lockers, already missing your girlfriend’s presence. it’s fine, though, you tell yourself. she’ll call. and you’ll see her tomorrow. everything’s going to be okay.

at least you hoped it would be.

because, well, she didn’t call. it was almost midnight and robin usually calls you before eleven and she didn’t call. you sigh as you lay in bed, still waiting. maybe she fell asleep the moment she got home, because she does that sometimes. and she’ll tell you about it the morning after. that was probably the case.

you fall asleep waiting, shutting your eyes before the clock strikes one. the next morning you wait for her call again.

your phone never rang.

you hoped for the best, assuming that she was preparing for today, maybe she was already on her way to your house, the thought making you jump up from your bed, running down to the kitchen, packing all of the food into a basket your mom bought for you before running back up to dress up and make yourself all pretty for robin.

you do everything with all possible haste, checking the time and deciding that it was still a little bit early. laying in your bed, hoping you don’t mess up your hair too much, you wait and wait. and it was a lot waiting.

where was she? it was already three in the afternoon and it takes a while to get the field. you want to get there before it gets dark, but you also want enough time before the sun sets so that it wouldn’t be as hot as it was at noon. you pick up your telephone and dial her number. she doesn’t answer. where are you, robin?

you spend the next two hours glancing out the window repeatedly, hoping to see robin riding up on her bicycle, fluffy hair ruffled by the wind, a big jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders. but no one was there.

it had gotten partly dark already and your eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to smudge your eyeliner and the rest of your make up. you hated everything you were feeling; lost and dejected and stood up. you decide to get yourself out of your nice clothes and back into your pajamas, wiping all of your make up off afterwards. and just as you were about to get into bed, you hear a some shuffling past your window, then a multiple taps, pebbles clattering against your windowpane.

there was only one person who would do that. and it’s your girlfriend. you see robin looking up at you with a shameful smile, her bicycle laid flat in your lawn, her hair ruffled, her chest rising and falling rather quickly, panting as if she had just ran a mile as fast as she could.

after basically pleading, motioning you to come down, you mustered up all of your courage, still heated from earlier before running down the stairs of your house. stepping out the door, you tugged on your shirt watching as robin reluctantly walked closer. you could tell she had a lot on her mind, a lot of guilt sitting in her chest.

she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. and you can’t help but bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“why didn’t you call?”

robin flinched slightly at the tone of your voice. it was quiet. faint. like you’ve been crying. and she already knew that after seeing the way your eyes puffed up, nose a little red and stuffy.

“last night. i-it was really, really busy, i don’t know why. it was like the the whole town was in to have movie night or something and i-i got home and i just passed out the second i stepped into my room. i was tired, a-and i meant to call, but i fell asleep first! (y/n), i was just—“

“and this morning?”

robin answered truthfully, fingers playing anxiously with the hem of her denim jacket, “i-i was at work this morning. keith ended up giving us the morning shift anyway and i- i was rushing again earlier, didn’t have the time to call because steve was already in the driveway so—“

“you could’ve called me while you were at work, robin. it only takes a second.”

“i know! i know. i should’ve. (y/n), i’m so sorry i didn’t—“

“then, why didn’t you?” you say slowly, folding your arms and tears threatening to stain your cheeks once again as you watch robin fidget in distress. “you… you forgot, didn’t you?”

robin’s shoulders slump, eyes falling to stare at the cold ground. she didn’t mean to. she remembered before, but she had gotten so busy with work, practice, and everything else, stressing her out daily. her heart breaks as she watches the look on your face. she wants to take it all away from you; to hold you, to make you smile.

“i feel like you never have time for me anymore, robin. we haven’t done anything together in weeks and the day of the date we planned, you don’t show up. do you know how much i miss you? do you even miss me?”

“yes! of course, i miss you. i miss you everyday—“

“but not enough to remember me?”

robin swears she can hear her heart crack as she opens her mouth to speak, voice straining obscurely, “(y/n), please don’t—“

“just go home, robin.” your voice breaks.

and you don’t say anything else. instead, robin watches you rub your face hurriedly, wiping the tears that you didn’t even give the chance to roll down your skin. she watches as you step away from her, flinching softly at the sound of you slamming the front door. and she stands there for a while, just staring up at your window, hoping you would come to watch her leave like you always do.

but you don’t.

so she bikes all the way home, cries all the way home, misses you all the way home. she wants to go back, to see you again, to tell you how much she loves you. and she calls tonight, but you don’t answer. and she calls again, but you don’t answer.

it’s been happening for three days now; you avoid her during class, you pack your things and leave early after school, you don’t pick up the phone. she wonders what it’ll take for you to notice her, to talk to her. she missed you. she’s been missing you. she wants to hear your voice, wants to feel your skin against hers, wants to kiss you. she misses you so dearly. she loves you so dearly.

on the fourth day, you pick up when she calls you after school. it surprised her when the phone stopped ringing, when she was finally able to hear your voice at the other end of the call, leaving her speechless. in fact, you almost ended it when she went on for so long without saying anything.

“can i come over?” she was hesitant, you could tell by the sound of her voice. it was shaky and she talked slow, almost breathlessly.

you sat on your bed, holding the telephone to your ear for a couple moments, thinking about your decision. you missed her, too. dearly. you wanted her with you. even if you were mad at her. it was one of the many reasons you said yes.

robin bikes over in less than twenty minutes, surprisingly, as it usually takes her a little over thirty minutes to get to your house. she knocks on your door with a rhythmic pattern only you know of and gives you no less than a second to react to the hug she pulled you in for, stumbling a couple of clumsy steps into your house. you breathe her in, still hesitant to hug her back, but you can’t help but give in and wrap your arms around her waist. she smelled of grass and flowers and soon, you figure out why when you pull away from her. she held a flimsy bouquet of flowers that she obviously picked out herself, dirt slightly stuck between her fingernails, petals of yellow and white in her hair, and some of the stems were broken, flowers hanging on for their dear life.

“um, i-it’s for you.” robin, stretches her arm out, handing them to you nervously.

“thank you,” you reply. you could feel her hands shaking when you take them from her. “i’ll go put them in the kitchen. and… it’s just me here, so you don’t have to worry about my family...”

it has her in a daze, seeing you walk away. you were still in the clothes you wore to school, no shoes on, hair down. you look pretty. it’s a thought that often resides in robin’s brain, but you really do. you always do. she mindlessly follows you into the kitchen, watching your every movement. but you did everything to avoid her eyes, and it hurt her.

“are you hungry?”

robin’s eyes widen, your voice pulling her out of her daydream. you placed a tiny mug full of the flowers robin picked out for you onto the kitchen table. she stared at you, unable to formulate the words she wanted to say to you, not knowing if she should answer yes or no, questioning all of her decisions like her life depended on it.

“the cake i made you is still in the fridge. i don’t know if it’s as good as it was before but—“

“yeah! i’m hungry.”

and robin eats it all. not caring if she gets sick from eating too much cake. the only thing that mattered to her was the way you tried to hide your smile when you see some of the icing sitting at the top of her nose, the way you shifted to turn away from her, trying to escape from her.

her hand lands on the leg of the chair you sat in right next to her, dragging it across the tile floor, pulling you closer. she then uses it to lace her fingers between yours, bringing your hand up to her mouth, pressing her lips against your knuckles.

“i love you, (y/n).”

your heart pulsed wildly while she continued to press light kisses on your fingers, repeating the three words again and again against your skin as she watches you bite your lip. your eyes welled up rather quickly; the sound of her voice, her name in your mouth.

robin wanted to cry at the sight knowing how much she hurt you. and she hated herself for it. she wished she could reverse the time, do everything over, just so that you wouldn’t feel the pain you were feeling. now, all she could do was hold you, if you let her. tell you how much you mean to her. how sorry she was.

“i-i took the week off. steve said he’ll cover for me. and…i know i’m… i’ve been a pretty shit girlfriend lately. i know how much you were looking forward to our date. how hard you worked for it. all for me to just forget about it like the stupid idiot i am. it really sucks, and i am so, so sorry, (y/n).” robin’s voice trembles as she rubs her thumb against the skin your hand. “you didn’t deserve that. not from me, or anyone. especially not from me. i was just—“

robin stopped herself, not wanting to keep building up lame excuses to help her dig a deeper hole for herself.

“i know you were stressed, rob,” you tell her, staring down at your intertwined hands. “you were just tired and—“

“no. it doesn’t matter because what i did was not okay. i shouldn’t have done that in the first place. seriously, (y/n), what kind of person am i to forget that sort of thing? i’m honestly an idiot. a complete, total idiot,” robin scoffs at herself, free hand running through her hair in exasperation.

your can’t help but give her a weak smile, holding her hand tighter. it had been a while since you held hands, one of your favorite things as it is one of hers. her hands are a little rough, calluses at the palm of her hand, most likely from all that biking she does, and light cuts along her fingertips, probably from when she picked out the flowers.

“you are an idiot,” you mumble.

robin smiles, scooting her chair even closer, hands holding yours even tighter. she brings her face close, and for a moment, you thought she was going to kiss you. instead, she rests her forehead against your shoulder, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

you can feel her breath against your skin and you were almost positive she could feel how fast your pulse was beating at the moment.

“i can… i can kiss you now, right?” robin sighs when you don’t answer, pressing the crook of her nose against your neck, desperate to feel your lips after basically a week away from you. “please?”

you stare up at the ceiling and let out a breath. you missed the way robin felt against you, the way her skin felt against yours, and her lips, and her scent, and her hands, and everything else. you missed robin. you just missed robin.

you nod lightly, hoping she could feel it, but your thoughts clear as soon as she presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. it trails up alongside your neck, then underneath your jaw, her lips ending up towards the skin behind your ear. all of her kisses leaving you weak, moaning as quietly as you could. robin absolutely melts when you lean your head slightly, giving her more room to do her work, as she places her free hand underneath your sweater, rubbing at the skin of your waist.

“robbie,” you moan as robin hums into your skin as a reply.

“hmm…”

after long moments of sloppy but delicate kisses, her lips finally lands against your mouth, soft and plump. truthfully, robin’s heart hammers in her chest, butterflies invading the depths of her stomach. when she kisses you… it feels amazing. they’re delicate and caring, always leaving you wanting more.

robin carefully pulls you closer until you’re seated directly in her lap, hands palming at your thighs as yours dig into her shoulders, squeezing tightly. she takes her time, teasing you with her tongue, pulling away briefly to speak against your lips

“i love you,” she pecks your lips, pulling away to say it again. “i love you.”

and she does it again. and again. and again. and again. and again. until you say it back.

“i love you, robin.”

and she wants to cry. so she does. her hands leave your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you as tight as she could, shoving her face against your chest, forehead resting on your shoulder. she whimpers when she feels your hands run through her hair, soothing her, comforting her with your soft hands.

you feel robin’s kisses along your neck once again, making you tug her hair lightly, silently warning her to not leave any marks. but she never listens anyway. she kisses your lips again and again as you smile against her, giving her the chance to open her mouth while your copy her movements, until your tongues touch, leaving you moaning at the contact. your tongues slide slowly while you kiss, wet and sloppy. she hums at your reaction, your moans, god, she could do this all day. it’s fucking amazing how good this all feels, how right it feels.

you place a last kiss to her lips, making her pout slightly when you pull away from her, still seated on her lap.

“i’m still mad at you,” you tell her, all the while running your fingertips against her scalp, playing with her hair in a way that made her stomach flutter.

“i know, baby. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

and evidently, she does.

✦ navigation. © ROBINSVOID

[takecareluv]

i have a little blurb idea based on the one like Jack's hugs, like they are walking at night in Louisville and reader is cold and he just hugs her and pics her up so they can continue walking and he can keep hugging her<333 ahhh just thinking about it makes me turn into a total simp

a.n. hi !! hehe thinking about anything related to this man will turn me into a total simp so i get it 😭 really trying to get out of this writing funk so i hope you like what i came up with <3

hometown hugs || jack harlow x reader

with tour closely approaching, you and jack were soaking in every last bit of down time you had left in louisville before jetting off to travel the world for the next several months.

everyone, especially jack’s family, was so excited about all that he has accomplished in such a short time following the release of his newest album and were stoked to see him flourish on tour in a way he’d always dreamed of. 

while you were still in kentucky, maggie wanted to take you all out to celebrate jack’s big win at the vmas and have a little going away party before saying goodbye.

you always adored jack’s close relationship with his family, and even more so how good he was to his momma. he always made it a priority to come home and spend time with his loved ones no matter how busy life got. it’s one of the many reasons you loved him and were so thankful the universe brought him into your life just a few years ago.

it was your last night in jack’s hometown and you were sat in his jeep as jack drove to his favorite local spot, a place you’d been on many dates to throughout the years and surprisingly not kfc. his mom thought what better place to hold the party. and with the kindness of the owners who were big fans of jack’s, the place was shut down for the night so you could enjoy the celebration without any interruptions or unwanted party crashers. 

the chef even made your boyfriend’s favorite dish, prepared just the way he liked, with lots of other delicious looking food you couldn’t wait to dig into. and for later, maggie’s famous chocolate chip cookies that jack, and well everyone else, loved so much. giving him one last taste of home before weeks of take out and rest stop dining. 

all of pg and most of the extended harlow family came out to celebrate the man of the hour, and you could tell jack was definitely feeling the love. that smile you adored so much hadn’t left his face since the moment you walked in the restaurant. i mean he was at his favorite place, eating his favorite food with his favorite people, life couldn’t get much better than that.

                                       ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪ ♡ ࣪.* ࣪ ⋆ ✧  

it was near three o’clock in the morning when you checked your phone. after way too many drinks were poured and passed around, plus jack forcing you to perform alongside him for everyone because ‘half the songs are about you so it’d only be right’, you figured it was time to call it a night. you did have a flight to catch and a tour to get ready for the next day after all.

saying your goodbyes to jack’s parents and thanking them for a lovely evening, you and jack left the party, him intertwining your hands together and pressing a kiss to your forehead as you made your way to the car.

you had a slightly longer walk ahead of you since trying to find good parking had been an ordeal earlier in the night, and it had you now regretting your choice of attire.

louisville was making its slow, but apparent, transition into autumn with chiller nights than you were accustomed to during these warm summer months. and of course not wanting to ruin your outfit, you opted to forgo wearing a jacket tonight, which you now realize might have been a mistake.

although, jack, who knew you like the back of his hand, was quick to notice you were cold and pulled you in close for one of his all consuming bear hugs, which you instantly loved him for.

you nuzzled yourself further to his chest, relishing in the warmth his body provided, soon feeling your own heat up. you had never been more grateful for your boyfriend being your very own personal furnace.

“i love being back here with you.” jack whispered while running his hand up and down the small of your back, in attempt to warm you up some more. you blushed at his comment, knowing how much kentucky meant to him. “louisville is home, it’s always been home. but with you it feels even more like it.”

you had to stop the tears from flooding your eyes as you tilted your head to look up at him, losing yourself in those baby blues before leaning on your tippy toes to place a kiss to his soft lips. “i love you, j. you’re my home too.”

“and i love you, baby, more than anything.” he cooed back.

you pressed another quick kiss to his cheek as you continued the journey towards the car.

however, you were slowed down by the six foot three teddy bear who refused to let go of you. “jack, i can’t walk with your tall ass hugging me like that.”

jack huffed, “see now why you gotta ruin the nice moment like that.”

[sailxrmxrs]

is there any more appropriate way to celebrate your birthday than to write fics for your own personal enjoyment? no there isn't this is the perfect gift to myself <3 my plans this weekend changed more than my discord server profiles do BUT 24 seems p nice so far so no complaints just yet. anyway!! i wrote these as little 'how the infinite blue boys celebrate mc's birthday' hcs with some loose inspiration from this ask on the vf tumblr with my own thoughts in there too hehe. anyway happy birthday to me and ito we are thriving today in brainrot aka the only way to celebrate getting older

♡ leo ♡

Night had fallen and sleep was uncermoniously tugging at your eyelids, attempting to coax you into a peaceful slumber before you could even get fully settled. Leo was still in the bathroom, brushing his teeth while you sat and scrolled on your phone waiting for him to join you again. Midnight was fast approaching and with it, your birthday. Leo had been even more excited than you were about the day, wanting to prepare the perfect set of plans for the two of you that included all of your favourite things to do together. It was rather cute seeing him get so excited over it all, especially considering he hadn't even been this proactive in planning his own birthday plans. To see him get so involved in your birthday made your heart skip a few beats. When Leo emerged from the bathroom, beaming in his years old t-shirt, there was no stopping your own sleepy smile from spanning your face. He had this infectious energy that you never grew tired of, finding that it only fuelled your own positive moods even on some of the more stressful days. Leo climbed into the bed, fast in his movements to get close to you and cuddle. Nighttime cuddles were, as Leo often proclaimed, his favourite time of day.

"Do you know what time it is?" He asked, barely concealing the enthusiastic anticipation that painted his tone. His legs were intertwined with yours, his arms wrapping around your frame as you sleepily faced him.

"Bedtime. I'm sleepy." Each blink you took felt heavier than the last, sleep ever the seductive temptress trying to lure you into its grasp. It was working.

Leo shook his head, tutting. "Not quite. Well, technically you're right but that wasn't what I had in mind. I'm thinking more about the fact we're less than thirty minutes away from your birthday. And I intend on being the first person to wish you a happy birthday—sleep or no sleep." His words soon fell on deaf ears, sleep finally taking over your body and pulling you under.

Leo let out a soft little chuckle, holding you a little tighter as he rested his cheek against your forehead. "No matter. You get some rest for now, plenty of time to celebrate ahead of us."

A little while later, once midnight struck, Leo ran a hand softly over your cheek, feeling every inch of his smile in the depths of his soul as he held your sleeping form in his arms. He had intended on waking you up to offer your first birthday wishes right as the days changed but when he saw how peaceful you looked, he couldn't bring himself to do it. You'd had a busy day, after all, and you really needed and deserved this rest. So, Leo let himself get cosy and fall asleep with you in his arms.

Once morning arrived, you were surprised to see that Leo wasn't there. You could vaguely remember falling asleep as he was talking to you, suddenly feeling bad that he might have wanted to stay up a little longer. Intending to go and find him to apologise for falling asleep so fast, you got out of bed. The moment you left the bedroom, you were met with shouts of denial from Leo.

"No! Not yet! I haven't gotten everything finished yet," he cried, a half filled balloon in his hands. Quickly scanning the room, you could see balloons littering the floor and other decorations adorned the walls. Leo really had gone out of his way for today, hadn't he?

"What's all this? Did you wake up early just to do all this for me?" You asked, making your way over to a pouting Leo.

"Yeah. I wanted everything to be perfect for when you woke up, since you fell asleep so fast and I couldn't give you the perfect celebration right as it hit midnight."

You reached your hands to cup his face, angling it so that he looked into your eyes. "Leo. This already is perfect. You are perfect. This is all more than anyone else has done for me so I love it. And I love you for even thinking of doing this much. I'm sorry I slept so fast and we couldn't have a little midnight celebration."

"Nope. No apologising." Leo interrupted you, placing a finger to cover your mouth and subsequently letting go of the balloon in his grasp, sending it flying about the room. The two of you burst into fits of laughter, unable to hold back at the sound and sight of the balloon. Once you both finally calmed, Leo inhaled a deep breath. "But seriously, no apologising. You were tired and needed the rest. That's far more important than whatever I want. It is your birthday after all, not mine. That said, I do have a little something that I'd intended to give you then. Close your eyes!" He bounded off towards the kitchen. When he returned, he instructed that you hold out your hands. Upon his countdown, you opened your eyes to see a small vanilla cupcake, swirled with your favourite icing and decorated with a singular lit candle.

"Make a wish!" Leo called, a party popper in hand and ready to explode once you blew out the small flame. Strings of confetti landed atop both of your heads, the cupcake miraculously remaining unscathed. "Happy birthday, love. I hope it's the best one you've ever had. Until next year, anyway. I'll make sure of it."

♡ milo ♡

It was early evening by the time you finally got home from work, fully ready to spend the remaining few hours of your birthday with the only person you needed right now. Working on your birthday wasn't high on the list of things you wanted to do, but knowing Milo was at home waiting made it all worthwhile. As you walked through the front door, contentedly sighing as you removed your shoes, the faint sounds of music could be heard from down the hall. Following the sound, you were met with the sight of Milo laying fast asleep on the sofa, a hand lazily draped over his stomach and his usually tied back hair loose over his shoulders, uncharacteristically messy in his sleep. On the coffee table beside him lay a bouquet of flowers, an assortment of warm yellows and oranges with sprigs of green filtering through. A pleasant scent wafted in the air, filling the room with its floral fragrance as your gaze shifted to the note that sat atop a wrapped gift. In true Milo fashion, he had not poured his heart out in the form of honeyed words and declarations of undying love, but kept it to a short and sweet birthday message. Old habits die hard, you supposed.

Smiling to yourself, you set the note down, about to reach for the gift when a large hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged, pulling you directly on top of Milo. When he had awoken you weren't sure—if he had ever even been awake in the first place, that was. It was equally likely that he'd been pretending the whole time purely to catch you off guard. His hands glided up your arms, their touch soft and exploratory while he simply smiled.

"Welcome home. And happy birthday. They treat you nicely at work today?" Milo's hand soon found your back, rubbing back and forth as he kept his eyes locked on yours.

"Nice enough, I guess. I tried to keep it fairly quiet but I'm sure you can guess how well that went. Still, I'm home now and that's all that matters."

"Not for long." Milo didn't explain further, simply continuing with his gentle ministrations, his other hand now playing absentmindedly with your hair.

Eyeing him curiously, you asked, "And what is that supposed to mean? What evil plans have you been conjuring while I was gone, hm, Milo?"

He gasped, feigning offence as his mouth fell agape. "Evil plans? How could you accuse me of such a thing? But to answer your question, we have dinner reservations in an hour. At that Italian place you've always wanted to visit."

"I thought it was near immpossible to get a booking there."

"Your so called 'evil' boyfriend managed to pull some strings. We should probably get up and start getting ready. Might need you to help me up though I've been laying here a little too long."

Laughing, you moved off of Milo's chest, offering out a hand once you were stood. Judging by the mischevious glint in Milo's eyes, you could tell he was contemplating taking your hand and pulling you back on top of him, only deciding against it when he noticed your challenging stare. Instead, once he had risen from the sofa, he pulled you in for a close hug and caught your lips in a quick kiss. His actions never failed to leave you breathless and dizzy in all the best ways. Milo was infamously stoic, never once falling victim to your attempts to fluster him or catch him off guard. But you didn't mind it if it meant he endeavoured to one up you with his own romantic advances.

The hour quickly passed by and soon the both of you were sat in the beautifully fancy restaurant, filled to the brim with other occupants all enjoying the most lavish meals. Your own food had been so perfectly cooked and presented on the plate. Despite the delicious home cooking you and Milo often concocted together, it had nothing on this food. All kind of traditional Italian foods filled both the menu and your stomachs, leaving you well and truly satisfied as you sat opposite Milo—who looked equally as pleased with his choice in dinner plans.

"Judging by that look you won't say no to coming here again?" Milo asked, smirking as he watched you sit back in your chair. The waiter had just taken your empty plates, leaving the question of dessert hovering above your heads.

"I think I'd do just about anything to come back here. If we don't come here for your birthday I might cry."

Milo chuckled, a hand moving across the table to take yours, his thumb leaving soft circles atop the skin. "Consider it done, my love."

"My love? Feeling soft tonight, dearest?"

"It's the Italian food talking, not me." Milo's rarely seen lovesick expression gave away his obvious lie. "Still, I hope your birthday was a good one. I know working wasn't exactly how you wanted to spend it."

"This was perfect, Milo. Work or no work, ending the day with you is all I could ask for."

Milo lowered his head to hide exactly how much your bright smile had struck him. The faintest colouring of pink rose on the tips of his ears, perhaps the only time you had ever witnessed him close to blushing. You kept the thought to yourself, simply admiring the view before you. Yes, this had certainly been a birthday worth remembering for years to come.

♡ rory ♡

In the days leading up to your birthday, Rory had been mostly acting as normal. Mostly. Underneath his nonchalant demeanour and typical behaviour was a feeling of distant yearning. As though he wanted to express his emotions in a more upfront manner than he was used to displaying in front of you. Usually Rory was all awkward gestures and undeniably adorable blushing that he always tried to hide behind a cough. His feelings were ever present in his actions rather than his words, one of the many reasons you cared for him and appreciated him so deeply. But as your birthday approached ever closer, the frequency and boldness of his words and actions steadily increased. Where before he might gently reach for your hand while out in public, he was now leaning an arm around your shoulders while waiting in line, gently kissing your forehead as his cheeks flamed almost as red as his hair. The additional closeness was sweet, though unexpected from Rory, but you knew better than to draw attention to it—at least not in public anyway. There was plenty of time to call him out for his increased affections later when there was no one to bear witness to an instatiably flustered Rory. Even if he was being that little bit more affectionate in public, there was still a limit to the extent that Rory could stretch when in eyesight of potential onlookers or passersby.

When the actual day arrived, you awoke to an almost conscious Rory. Not quite awake enough to register that it was morning, but still not asleep enough that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. In the gentle quiet of morning, the only sounds your shared breathing and distant cars in the city below, you remained unmoving. There was something so beautifully tranquil about letting time quietly pass you by as your beloved began to stir beside you. Rory always let out the quietest little grumbles as he began to woke up, sometimes even uttering coherent words or phrases. It was usually something along the lines of 'not yet' or 'few more minutes' before he either succumbed to sleep again or he found himself conscious again and far too awake to get an extra ten minutes of rest in. This morning was of the latter variety for Rory today, his green eyes sleepily blinking as they began to focus on his surroundings.

"Good morning," he spoke, voice deep and laced with husk thanks to having just woken up. Closing his eyes once more, Rory shifted himself closer to you, closing the gap that had formed between the two of you in the night. His hands found your waist, moving to caress the span of your back as he nestled himself into every line of your body until there was no telling where he ended and you began.

"Someone's feeling clingy this morning," you teased, one arm cementing Rory's position against you while the other toyed gently with his bright hair.

"Don't get used to it." Rory's reply held his usual bark, though by now you could easily see through the attempts to playfully brush you off. His gentle smile told you exactly how happy he felt to be so wrapped up in your presence. "And happy birthday. Better free up your day because I intend to steal all of it."

"And what if I just sneak out?"

"Then I'll sit and cry into the cake I made for you last night." His warm breath tickled against your neck on the spot right beneath your ear as he struggled to hold back his amused laughter. The two of you stayed like that, unmoving, as the morning slowly drifted along. There was no urgent need to get out of bed, both enjoying the peace and quiet of a day in one another's company. Eventually the sleepy conversations came to an end when the need for food was too strong to ignore, finally pulling the both of you away from each other.

The day drifted by, calm and cosy. Most of it was spent sat on the sofa with Rory playing games and catching up on shows together. It was exactly the kind of relaxed day you so desperately needed and Rory's presence only elevated the uplifting feeling it had on you. Now evening had descended, the sun slowly moving beyond the horizon, and Rory was just returning to the living room with refills of your drinks. He placed them atop the coffee table before collapsing back onto the sofa, an arm immediately finding its way around your shoulder and softly pulling you to snuggle him closer. The other reached for your thigh to rest it on his legs as he traced circles with his thumb. Rory peppered soft kisses to your temple, smiling at your soft laughter. A quiet lull washed over the both of you, the quiet buzz of a long abandoned movie still playing on the tv. There was something so soothing in these sorts of hushed moments.

"Thank you for today. I needed this," you said, breaking that comfortable silence. "It's nice to spend some time together like this, just you and me. Especially when you've been extra soft lately."

Rory's cheeks warmed, though he made no attempt to hide the rising colour as he laughed off his flustered embarrassment. "Ah, you noticed. There was me thinking I'd gotten away with it."

"Never," you replied, tangling your fingers in Rory's hair as he moved to rest his forehead on your shoulder. "It's cute. The perfect birthday present."

Rory lifted his head, smiling unabashedly as he admired you for a quiet moment before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. The perfect end to what had been a perfect day celebrating with the only person you wanted to share it with.

♡ alexei ♡

No one felt more devastated about Alexei's work schedule than Alexei himself. He hated that he couldn't take the day off and spend it with you, celebrating all that he adored about you on your birthday. That morning he was all lingering touches and disappointed pouts as you gently reminded him that work was only a few hours and the two of you would be free to spend the evening together. No matter how much you told him you didn't mind, Alexei wasn't having any of it. He recalled the heartfelt date you'd planned for his birthday and lamented for what could have been, swearing to you as he exited the front door that he'd make it up to you later. Since then, you'd received an array of texts throughout the day, clearly typed and sent in a rush between tasks so as to avoid getting caught. Alexei sent sweet little reminders that he loved you, that he was sorry, that he missed you. And, most importantly, that he intended to make this the best birthday you'd ever had once he was finally free from work and able to put his plans into action. What those plans were, however, you had no idea. Alexei wouldn't share even the slightest hint of a detail with you, even after asking him so many times. You'd even tried to ask Brooklyn if he knew what Alexei had planned, knowing that Brooklyn was often Alexei's go-to source of advice in anything major related to your relationship. But, of course, Brooklyn was well informed on the situation and kept Alexei's secrets to himself, only offering a 'happy birthday' when you tried to convince him to share what he knew.

Despite being intentionally left in the dark over what to expect later that night, you were excitedly anticipating whatever it could be. When Alexei had sent the text to let you know he got let out of work early, you were practically staring at the front door waiting for him to get home. Once he did, however, he ushered you into the bedroom, telling you to distract yourself with a movie or book while he got to work on his secret plans, ignoring your complaints for just five minutes of cuddles.

"I'm sorry, love. We'll have plenty of time for that later, I promise. Just give me like thirty minutes, okay?" And when Alexei said thirty minutes, he wasn't joking. Exactly thirty minutes had passed when a gentle knock sounded at the bedroom door and Alexei's head peeked into the room. At your bright smile, he came in and sat next to the spot where your laptop was placed, the screen now closed so you could pay full attention to your boyfriend.

"Are you all finished now?" You asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Mhm. All yours now. I hate to say it since you look so comfy here, but you might want to grab a sweater for where we're going. You can wear one of mine," Alexei offered, giving no hints as to where he planned to take the two of you other than that it might be cold.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you got up from your comfortable spot on the bed and went to retrieve your favourite sweater of Alexei's. "Any clues or am I still in the dark here?"

"Actually, I think 'in the dark' is the perfect hint already." Alexei didn't give any further explanation, walking out of the room and ignoring your confused cries to tell you more. Even when you were both in Alexei's car, driving in the sunset, Alexei kept quiet—though you could tell he was enjoying the power he had judging by the knowing smile on his face.

When the car finally came to a stop, Alexei turned and whispered yet another soft 'happy birthday' before getting out of the car and leading you to a little spot already set up with blankets and fairy lights, the result of his cooperation with Brooklyn.

"Wait right there for just a few second then it'll all be ready." He returned swiftly, picnic basket in hand and set it down, taking your hand in his. "Today's been agonising knowing this was waiting for us but I'm glad to finally be able to celebrate your birthday with you under the stars. And who knows, maybe we'll see a shooting star?"

The waning remnants of sun still remained, illuminating your evening meal as night rapidly approached. Alexei was buzzing with anticipation as his gaze flickered up to the sky, excitedly pointing out the stars that began to show as night crept closer. He'd ramble about different constellations, eyes aglow with starlight as he searched your face for any sign of disinterest or tiredness. All he could find in your gaze was sheer adoration for the man who set all this up. After a long and busy day of work, Alexei had, without any semblance of hesitation, prepared all of this for you so that there would be no delaying your birthday celebrations. It was sweet seeing just how much he cared, his fingers intertwined with yours, as the two of you watched the stars and spent those last few hours of your birthday wrapped up in one another.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Sunlight poured through the gap of your curtains, spilling a pleasant warmth over your face as you finally awoke from a peaceful slumber. Another year older and already this one felt more calm and peaceful than the last. What made matters even better was the sight of Brooklyn sitting with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He hadn't noticed your movements just yet, fully absorbed in the book you'd bought him a few weeks ago. He was still wearing his glasses, a pair of thin metal frames that he always abandoned in favour of contacts. On his rare days off, Brooklyn could sometimes be convinced to leave the contacts aside and show the glasses in their full glory. Shifting in the warmth of the sheets, your gaze found the matching mug of tea ready and waiting for you.

"Careful, it's still hot," Brooklyn chimed, thumbing a page in his book as he spoke.

"Just like the person who made it then?" You asked while reaching to take a sip and watching for Brooklyn's reaction.

He laughed, the sound airy and light as he reached a hand to push back the hair that had fallen over his forehead, sighing as he did so. "You never fail to leave me speechless, do you?"

"It's a practiced art."

"And so is that tea so please drink up. If only to spare me from your delightful torment," Brooklyn continued, his attention entirely on you despite his poor attempts to keep his eyes glued to the pages before him. He was itching to shower you with the gifts he had stowed away next to his side of the bed, waiting until you were fully awake and ready to accept them. Brooklyn had been particularly secretive about what he'd planned for the day, not needing to ask for your thoughts or any hints as to what you might like—he already knew you all too well for that. What pained him, rather, was that he was desperate to see your reactions. Brooklyn was a true romantic at heart, and nothing sang to that part of his soul more than seeing you so undeniably happy as a result of his heartfelt actions.

"Do we have to be responsible today or can we just stay all cosy in here all day?" You asked, setting down your tea so that you could shift closer to Brooklyn, nestling your face in the crook of his elbow so that you could leave soft kisses along his skin while taking a peek at his now nearly forgotten book.

"Whatever my dear wishes, they receive," came Brooklyn's reply as he slid a bookmark between the pages and put the book to one side. He lifted his arm so that you could settle in closer and steal more of his warmth. "And happy birthday, love. I have a feeling this one will be up there as a favourite."

"Because you're here to make sure of that?"

"But of course. Doing my duty as the doting boyfriend," he said, leaning to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, arms warm and tender as he remained like that for a few moments of blissful quiet. When he did pull away, Brooklyn chuckled at your complaints and whispered words of reassurance that it was only for a second or two while he grabbed something. He reached for a small gift bag, placing it on his bare stomach as he gently nudged it against your hand.

"Too sleepy. You do it." Your voice was slightly muffled against Brooklyn's side, tinged with a tired drowsiness.

His laugh was musical as he acquiesced, removing the small strip of tape that held the bag together and pulling out a small, green velvet box. Your eyebrows raised, eyes going wide as your thoughts began to race with all kinds of possibilities. Noticing how alert you'd suddenly become, Brooklyn's hand was gently caressing your cheek. "Calm. It's not that. When I propose to you it'll be a little more ceremonius than this." He opened the box, revealing a simple, yet stunning silver ring. From how he angled it, you could just about make out the ingraving of a flower wrapped around the inside of the band. "The first of many I plan to give you."

"It's so beautiful, I love it."

"And I love you. Happy birthday, love."

♡ tobias ♡

All day Tobias had been practically clinging to your arm, gently tugging you in the direction of places he wished to take you. The man was usually the embodiment of relaxed nonchalance, going wherever his legs took him in the moment. However, today he seemed to have a whole itinerary planned out in his head. He'd been the first to get up that morning, a rare occurrence given the fact Tobias would usually spend his mornings sneaking his arms around your waist and whining about how he wanted to stay in bed for another five minutes. It was never five minutes. Today, though, he almost leapt out of bed to prepare breakfast and start getting ready for the day. He had music playing from the speakers, a playlist the two of you had curated together over the expanse of your relationship, and was dancing about the kitchen as he sang along—he wasn't known for being a natural born singer, yet his energy was infectious enough to have you smiling uncontrollably. This morning had been no different, his loud voice and the sweet familiar smell of pancakes luring you into the kitchen where a small collection of presents sat waiting to be opened. Tobias even insisted on feeding you the first few bites of food before finally giving in to your demands that he eat too. His sulking was soon remedied when you offered him a bite with extra syrup, his cheeks resembling those of a hamster as he beamed with satisfaction.

After breakfast, Tobias was hurrying you to open your gifts so that he could smugly watch your face sparkle at each perfectly planned out present he'd hand picked for the momentous day. There had been no delay in getting the both of you out of the house and on to his plans for the day. He knew all of your favourite places like the back of his hand, leading you about the city unable to hold back his excitement. Somewhere along the way, that manifested in Tobias holding up all kinds of cute garments, lamenting about how he wanted to see you wearing all of them. He ignored any and all pleas to let you buy something for yourself, claiming that it was his job as the beloved boyfriend to treat you on your special day.

"But what if I just enjoy spending time with you? I don't need you to spend all this money on me."

Tobias simply waved a finger in your face, vigourously shaking his head. "Nope. We're not doing this. It's your birthday so I'm treating you like you deserve." He punctuated the sentence by poking his finger to your forehead and wandering off, laughing at how you rolled your eyes before following after him. He laced his fingers in yours, his spare hand pointing out things he thought would look nice on you. Admittedly, Tobias knew what he was talking about. His confidence paired perfectly with the pattern he liked to wear, and that flowed into the clothes he liked to buy for you; Tobias was always buying you shirts to match his, or getting two pairs of the same jacket so that you could have one too. Even now, the two of you were wearing complementary shirts. Anyone who walked by would be able to see how adorably lovesick you both were—only made even more obvious by the way Tobias snuck kisses to your cheek or tried to spin you when certain songs played over the shop's speakers.

After ample convincing and playful kisses, Tobias now had you trying on a small selection of clothes, fully prepared to buy them all for you. It was your birthday, so how could he not treat you to anything you wanted? With each item you tried on and showed to Tobias, he reacted in the most undeniably Tobias manner. He was pulling out his phone for photos, or loudly professing how lucky he was to have his eyes blessed by your beauty. Seeing your rising blush and flustered reactions only spurred him on to shower you in compliments. When you stepped out of the changing room wearing a shirt that was far too similar to one of Tobias', no doubt an intentional move on his part, Tobias performed his same routine.

"Look at you. I am not worthy of being in the presence of a god," he proclaimed, a hand dramatically splayed over his chest.

"Tobias, please. You're being even worse than usual today."

Tobias reached for your hand, pulling you closer as he smiled fondly. A gentle finger brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before he responded. "Sorry if it's too much. I'm just excited to spend the day with you. I can tone it down if you need me to."

"No, it's okay! Just, maybe not so loud when there's people around."

He nodded enthusiastically, planting a kiss to your forehead as he moved to whisper in your ear. "This any better?"

"Mhm. Sure." Your cheeks were reddening at the closeness, eyes darting to check if there was anyone around.

"By the way, love. That shirt looks great on you. Would look better on our bedroom floor though."

"Tobias!" You pushed at his chest, cheeks aflame as Tobias winked before ushering you back into the changing room.

"We're definitely buying that one. And whatever you else you want to get. But quickly because it's close to lunchtime and we have reservations," he added as he waited outside for you to finish getting ready.

Even without seeing his face, you could detect the slight tinge of a white lie in Tobias. It was entirely likely he'd booked a reservation, but the reason he was hurriedly reminding you was no doubt due to his own pressing hunger. Quietly laughing to yourself, you joined Tobias again and took his hand in yours. Despite his attempts to start a conversation, the sound of his stomach interrupted and shattered his poorly veiled attempts to hide his primary motivation: food.

"Come on," you said, leading him out of the store. "Let's get you some food. But if you don't at least let me pay for half I'm not sharing my dessert."

"Deal."

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The best thing I ever did was that I met you

happy mileven week day 4! i skipped day 3 bc it was au and ummmm just promoting my own au here for the enemies to lovers one i have (Piece(s) of Me) hehe. enjoy! also on ao3 under WubADubDub.

Summary:

"Thank you, Mike," she murmured, pressing their foreheads together as she typically did.

Mike let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah of course. Merry Christmas El."

"Merry Christmas, Mike."

He gave her forehead a soft kiss before resuming the prior position, staring into her eyes. Though he was still afraid to say it aloud, he loved her, and he would forever promise to be by her side.

Mike nervously tapped his foot on the ground at the gate exit while he awaited for El and the other's (but mostly hers, truly) arrival. They were flying back to Hawkins for Christmas and he knew El was a little anxious since it was only her third flight ever (not as though he had many to recount himself), though thrilled, to be coming here to see him and their friends again.

It was rather cold currently and he made sure to warn her of such, especially since California was so warm all year round. His only comfort that she was going to be dressed properly was that he had given her one of his sweaters through the mail not long ago in preparation for this chilly holiday season, of course, with snow present.

Truthfully, he didn't know how planes could fly so well in the snow and it did freak him out at first to even consider such a thing once he saw the weather report on the TV, so it made sense that he had to do his research extensively (perhaps too extensively, according to his friends) in the library. He was unable to help himself, he had to ensure she and the others would be okay during the long flight, even requesting Nancy to drive to the airport a little earlier than originally planned to monitor the flight in live time.

So when the people came piling out and he was easily able to pick out his girlfriend's pretty brown hair, nervous smile and wide eyes and all, being followed by the Byers, he was elated.

Sure, Hawkins was home. Sure, he had a house he lived at and slept at and ate at day in and day out that he called home. But when he held El in his arms at the airport, at that moment, he really felt that he understood when people referred to their loved ones as their home.

The days went by swiftly leading up to Christmas, and Mike could feel his anxiety rising each night he went to sleep, knowing when he woke up it would be one day closer to when he would hand El the most important gift he had saved up to purchase for her.

On the morning of there were no flurries to be seen, but the days prior had left them a bit snowed in and there still laid undisturbed snow right outside of their house. They delayed getting up, though the excitement was always about seeing what your family had purchased for you, simply to enjoy each others warmth and for Mike to prolong the embarrassing speech he had prepared. Once El wanted to get up, though, he couldn't stop them, and she bounded down the stairs to grab a hot chocolate for them both and requested they stand outside momentarily to cherish the snow. She had told him before that when Hopper had found her she had already lived days amongst the white flakes and grown to be used to them, though she didn't feel like she was able to appreciate them then and certainly not the year after when she had to close the gate and spent time recovering and relishing in their newfound relationship. As they stood overly near each other with her head leaning on his shoulder holding her halfway done mug, she said that she wanted to appreciate these small things for as long as she could, and he made a silent promise to her that he would make sure that was not only possible, but will be nowhere close to short-lived.

When the time for gift-giving came, they were called in by his mom and he felt like he could puke and turn that pure white into a gross olive green from his nerves. He could barely even tell her he loved her, how the hell was he going to do this?

But he didn't exactly have a choice since he wasn't giving himself one. Once all the presents were handed to each other and they enjoyed a Christmas TV special, his mom went to finish preparing dinner and he asked El to come to his room with him to grab something. She looked confused, no surprise there, but followed along as he tugged her hand and closed his door behind them and sat her on his bed.

Mike could tell she was eyeing him with suspicion while he fetched the small box stored away deep within his closet, so he turned around and decided to rip the band-aid off as quickly as possible.

He squeezed his eyes closed and sighed, opening them and looking at her. She looked concerned. Shit. Well, no time for cold feet now (even if it was a little chilly in his room.)

"El," he started, "I wanted to give you this," he slowly held out the red box with a small bow on it, "it's not anything crazy, y-you know, it's just, um," he scratched the back of his neck after she grabbed it to inspect it, "you mean a lot to me. You're like, the best person to ever come into my life, and I want you to always remember that even though we're really far away from each other now."

El didn't say anything for a moment as she opened the box and took out the ring, squinting and turning it around and taking it in. She glanced up at him and smiled softly. "So, this is...?"

"Uh, a promise ring! Like, meaning that we're, ugh," he groaned, this was gonna sound dumb probably, "you know, devoted to each other and stuff. I know that sounds like something adults would say so I understand—"

"No, Mike," she stood up and reached out and grabbed one of his hands, "I love it. Thank you," she said, then looked down at the ring and back up at him. "Put it on me?"

Wow, she was seriously too amazing, too sweet and too pretty to be real sometimes. But she was.

Mike nodded with surely one of his dorky smiles and grabbed the ring, leaning down and in as he was putting it on her right pointer finger after she splayed out the digits. When he backed up, they silently admired the ring together and before he knew it El had her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Mike," she murmured, pressing their foreheads together as she typically did.

Mike let out an airy chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah of course. Merry Christmas El."

"Merry Christmas, Mike."

He gave her forehead a soft kiss before resuming the prior position, staring into her eyes. Though he was still afraid to say it aloud, he loved her, and he would forever promise to be by her side.