#raindrop cake x reader

[dipperscavern]

yes dippy we should talk about bi cregan with bi reader!!

imagine them recruiting northern hotties for threesomes 🤭

mmf: cregan with another man (preferably jace) giving her that double worship. cregan always has the upper hand ofc even when it's not a twink but another big broody northern they're sharing their bed with. and when cregan gets to top him while he eats her out and she holds eye contact with cregan as he's fucking that guy.

ffm: it's either the same way that she is the center of attention OR cregan and her tagteam that other woman and fuck her stupid. cregan with his big fat uncut cock and her with her tongue and fingers while cregan fucks the other woman.

- respectful anon

pairing: cregan stark x jacaerys velaryon x reader

authors note: oh respectful anon… i read (preferably jace) and absolutely shuddered. oh my god . i’m sorry the other ideas in here are wonderful too i just have to get this out before i go off my rocker

jacaerys arriving in the north, bearing the colors of queen rhaenyra, and being greeted by cregan stark — and his comely wife.

he can feel his breath hitch as soon as he slides off vermax and spots you, arm wrapped around cregans bicep. even though the snow crunches under his boots and the early winter winds seep beneath his clothing, jace feels his skin run hot. and this time, he cannot blame it on the blood of the dragon.

once you approach, jace gives you both a respectful nod of his head, before cregan greets jacaerys with a firm handshake. jace takes your hand, kissing your knuckles, and says the tales do not do your beauty (they don’t). you only smile, dipping into a small curtsy and playfully telling him not to make you blush.

he spares a glance at cregan, a small worry of overstepping dancing in his gaze, but cregan only nods — a smirk adorning the lord of winterfells lips.

the very lips that have grown accustomed to the feel of yours.

the thought is shooed away as quickly as it arises. you’re married, and jace feels a pang of disappointment at the places his mind has a tendency to wander to. you’re extending your hospitality to him, he won’t disrespect you with such concepts (won’t he?).

once having vermax sorted, you & cregan then escort him to winterfell. cregan speaks of the north and its history, and jace replies when necessary, but he finds his gaze drifting from the lord of winterfell, and landing on the lady attracted to his side instead. jace, no matter how much internal scolding, finds himself ceaselessly returning to quietly study (admire) your features.

as you enter the castle, jace notices your cheeks are flushed from the cold. cregan, mid sentence, silently ushers you towards the nearest hall fire with the unforeseen hand on the small of your back. something unfamiliar stirs in him at the sight (want).

they swore vows to each other in sight of the northern gods, chides jaces inner voice.

but, no matter how much restraint he expresses, as his stay continues, he finds himself enamored.

enamored with the playful glimmer in your eyes, the way your hips sway as you walk, how your dress hugs your curves, your light teasing, your love for lemon cakes, how you always catch jacaerys’ eye even from across the room. he’s utterly, hopelessly enthralled.

and even worse, he’s given himself away

you, jace, and cregan have been proper. careful not to overstep, but aware enough to silently acknowledge the underlying tension that sits between you. jacaerys would’ve been content with this dynamic for the entirety of his visit, it would’ve been a good exercise of self control — if the day in the kitchens didn’t change everything.

the skies weep, the raindrops making a soft pattering noise on the windows all around the castle. it's a brief change in atmosphere, and gives him time to get used to the more intimate aspects of winterfell.

rain trapping you inside, you and cregan had offered to give jacaerys a proper tour of winterfell, to rectify the short one he had been given upon his arrival.

this particular instance, that made him run as hot as his temper, takes place as the tour winded to an end, and you all ended up in the kitchens. the same kitchens that jace, when supping with you both from then on out, can't stop thinking about.

you had pulled them in, relishing in the idea of swiping a few small pastries to hold your sweet tooth over until dinner - assuring him that the cooks were quite used to you and cregans troublemaking, & were sworn to secrecy with a toothy grin (his heart skipped a beat at the sight).

you had been successful in your "stealing", but the problem arose when cregan had been conversing with one of the cooks, as you and jace stood over the counter, bringing the two small lemon cakes to your mouth.

you were conversing about something — what that was, jacaerys couldn’t remember if his life depended on it. once finished with your pastries, you had some leftover cream on the corner of your mouth. of course, since you're the worst minx to ever bewitch him, you raise a thumb to the corner of your mouth, swiping it off. then (of course), you bring it to your lips, maintaining eye contact with jace, and (of course) suck it off.

whatever he was saying had instantly died on his tongue.

his response was his parted lips trying to bring in air to send to his lungs so he could breathe, but, of course, you seem to have taken his breath too. suddenly the kitchen feels hot, ovens contributing to a warm atmosphere that had quickly turned blazingly overwhelming.

his gaze stayed trapped on where your thumb met your (soft looking) lips, as every part of the white cream had been sucked off.

you were most surprised & pleased by his reaction, indeed. you had an inkling the prince might be taken with you, but you wouldn’t act without certainty. and here you had it, certainty of the utmost stature had fallen right into your hands — watching his gaze flicker from your eyes, to your lips, your cleavage... and back to your lips again.

cregans voice snaps jacaerys out of the trance he had found himself in, and he’s ashamed to say he had to ask cregan to repeat himself. if he wasn’t devoting all of his energy into acting normal, he would see the way cregan glanced at you with raised brows seeing the smile on your face.

regardless of how it came to be, you’ve caught on. and jacaerys is seriously considering how dearly he’d be missed if the ground were to open up & swallow him whole.

your actions now have a certain weight behind them, confidence guiding your every step. hands “accidentally” brushing each other, glances from across the room, subconsciously leaning into each others warmth, flirtatious “jests” that grow bolder by the day, always teetering on the line of jesting and meaning it (you always mean it). you fix his crooked tunic for him, shifting it the right way. jacaerys pretends the warmth emanating from your hands doesn’t make him dizzy.

still, even so, jace had been showing remarkable restraint — not allowing his princely regime to falter (much), and keeping in his remarks. until you both spoke about vermax.

you stood atop one of winterfells walls, watching vermax fly, dipping in & out of the clouds. he was beautiful, and jacaerys would never abandon the opportunity of a conversation with you (or about vermax, of course).

jace told you of how vermax hatched in his crib as a babe, and you wistfully remark on your childhood dreams of dragonriding. he tells you you'd make a fearsome dragonrider. you say you'd made a good dragon rider indeed, but, instead of looking at vermax, jace finds your gaze fixed on him.

you poorly conceal the hidden tone of voice indicating you don't mean the green-scaled dragon in the sky above you, but the chocolate-curled dragon next to you. you don't do a good job of hiding the grin that threatens to erupt on your face, either.

jace feels a furious blush adorn his face, and the corners of his mouth tug up in a repressed smirk. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his smile turning upside down as his gaze shifts back to vermax's soaring form.

"You speak truly. Any man would envy the dragon."

he pretends not to see the smile spreading across your face from his peripheral. you lean in closer to him, wrapping a hand around his bicep to punctuate your words.

"Men already envy you, My Prince."

he keeps his resolve as you walk away, but as soon as you're out of sight, he sighs — leaning his weight against the edge of the top of the wall, a shuddering exhale leaving his lips. gods have mercy on jacaerys velaryon.

after you sup for dinner, you and cregan escort him to his chambers, and jace feels taking on the entire green army by itself would be easier than this. trying to conceal his eyes being trapped on you, furious desire mounting in his stomach as guilt claws it’s way up his throat. it’s only by stroke of luck that you all walk in silence — he could not entertain a proper conversation if he tried.

does cregan know of your conversation? what would he say? what would he do? the very last thing he needs to be doing is disrespecting the warden of the north that he’s trying to ally.

these thoughts echo in his mind as you approach the door leading to his chambers. you three stop, jaces back to the heavy oak door as you and cregan stand in front of him.

“We shall see you in the morn, then.” says cregan.

jace nods, but his next words die on his tongue as you move from cregans side. his heart hammers in his chest as you saunter to him, standing on your tiptoes as your hand moves to cup his cheek. he subconsciously leans down for you, and you press a kiss onto the corner of his mouth, a breath to the right away from his lips.

seven save him.

his lips part with bated breath, eyes locked onto you as you pull away. his hands twitch with the need to pull you to him, and then he remembers your husband that’s standing right in front of you both.

jaces eyes widen, looking to cregan, but cregan only tilts his head.

his lips… is he smiling? as they hold eye contact, he spots amusement, content, and want (?) in cregans gaze, and then, the smallest of nods.

oh.

oh.

jace’s gaze flickers from cregan, to you, and back and forth a few more times. his breathing is unsteady as you return to cregans side, and you can’t (or don’t) hide your pleasure at his reaction.

“Goodnight, My Prince.”

he cant even manage a nod as you both turn to walk away, cregan shooting him one last look. the flustered prince of dragonstone retreats to his chambers, leaning his head against his closed & locked door — moving to fiddle with the laces of his breeches.

you and your husband certainly make quite the pair. cregan, steadfast, burly, & brooding (handsome), with a reserved playfulness only for you — and you, teasing, warm, & confident, with a seemingly reserved deliberateness to drive jacaerys crazy (not that it takes much, of course).

one night, when he thinks he's completely lost any hope of sanity, the gods decide to have a sort of cruel mercy on him.

it is lord boltons name day, and he has extended the planned celebrations invitation to jacaerys as well. you three depart as one, opting to travel by horseback instead of jace arriving on vermax days before you and cregan. most are surprised by his decision, indeed (did jace sacrifice his freedom on dragonback for the prospect of spending more time with you both?).

jace didn't know you rode horses. he acts like the swaying of your hips doesn't capture him, distracting him throughout the entire journey. you and cregan act like you don't notice (do you?)

you all arrive, and on the day of celebrations, allow the wine & northern ale to wash away your sins down your throat. cregans tolerance is highest, jace's is lowest, with you resting in the middle. his cheeks are flushed, and his prided self control has seemed to have left itself at winterfell. you converse with one another in a secluded corner, allowing everyone else to fade from view. you speak with loose tongues, and jacaerys feels cregans hand on the back of his neck, thumb creeping into his hairline.

you speak of the festivities, the travel, the gossip, dragonstone, and jaces own interests. he can see something lurking beneath your usual gaze, you were hiding something. your eyes flickered with uncertainty. no — you wanted to know something.

and then, the very question that broke the damn - sweltering with the combined pent up desire allowed to built over the last weeks.

"Are you untouched, My Prince?"

[starillusion13]

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I NEED AN POLY!ATEEZ IMAGINE OF THIS PLSS.

SURPRISE!

Pairing: Ateez!ot8 x f!reader

Genre: fluff, birthday au, slice of life

W.C: 3.2k. Network: @k-vanity

Warnings: none (just a little bit sad in the beginning coz of missing your loved ones and then sweet love afterwards)

🎀>.<🎀

You pouted and sighed for the nth time this day. Changing the channels and not getting interested in any of the shows, you decided to consume time in your bedroom for the day. There should be some reason for you to be excited for the upcoming day --- tomorrow, but you found yourself blank with no visible emotion. Just a lost soul roaming around the grand house.

They are busy.

That's the only thought storming inside your head.

You sat by your window, observing the raindrops as they meandered down the glass pane in a melancholic dance. The day before your birthday, and the gloomy sky mirrored your despondent mood. Your boyfriends were away on a business trip and the void left by their absence was palpable.

That evening, wrapped in a plush blanket, you settled on the couch to watch a beloved film, the one you often enjoyed together. As the familiar scenes played out, you could almost hear their laughter and feel their presence beside you, offering solace.

Memories of past birthdays spent together flooded your mind—how Wooyoung would always bake you a cake, even though it was often a little lopsided, and how Jongho would serenade you with a song he wrote just for you. Oh! Hongjoong would definitely leave everything just to spoil you with his money and that's him to spend his money on your favorite things.

Seonghwa would change your whole wardrobe until your next year's birthday. Yeosang would be the one to spend the whole day cuddling with you and San would get you dressed up in a style, during daytime and in a different one during night. Mingi would book a whole new place to celebrate your birthday during evening till night and well, your big man Yunho would definitely treat you like a princess and he as your personal butler.

But this year, the silence was deafening, and the loneliness gnawed at your heart.

>>>><<<<

The following morning, you awoke to the sun's rays infiltrating the room.

It's your birthday.

Warm sunlight peeking inside your room and the birds chirping made you groan lightly and you turned around to stretch your limbs and hands but again you quickly grabbed your body pillow and hugged it, whispering to yourself, 'Happy Birthday, y/n.'

No comfort, no hug, no morning kisses, no surprises... you opened your eyes only to be greeted by no one in sight. No smiling faces.

An empty room and a heavy silence.

Even though you knew they were not awake at this time in that country, you still decided to check a single notification from them. None. Switching off the screen, your head again hit the mattress and you sighed audibly.

It's okay --- they love you and you love them too.

Your doorbell rang and you furrowed your brows, thinking possibilities of them or someone else coming over to your place.

Curiosity piqued, you approached the door and discovered a beautifully wrapped parcel. Inside was a meticulously crafted card, and an album brimming with photographs and cherished memories of your times together. On the final page was a heartfelt note: "We're with you, always and forever."

your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love. Despite the miles separating them, their love transcended distance. The loneliness ebbed away, supplanted by the warmth of their affection.

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Determined to alleviate your solitude, you embarked on a solitary adventure. you dressed warmly in a cute pink sundress and set out into the city, the cool breeze a sharp contrast to the warmth you longed for. your first destination was a quaint café, one that Seonghwa would always choose for your inaugural dates. The café's rustic charm and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a fleeting sense of comfort.

You sat by a window table and observed the rustling outside.

As you sipped your americano, you discovered a diminutive note beneath your cup, inscribed with, "Happy birthday, y/n!" A faint smile graced your lips, warming your heart ever so slightly. The barista must have been in on it, as he gave you a knowing wink, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

Jaemin is always a flirt. But at least today, he managed to bring a faint smile to your face. You picked your phone, fingers hovering over the screen and deciding to call one of them. Are you desperate? Is it being too clingy? Still biting your lips, you pressed a number, pressing your phone to your ears and breathing unevenly and waiting to hear one of their voices.

No one picked it up. With a gloomy mood, you stood up, having a heartfelt conversation with Jaemin and to say, he did notice your little sadness and upon asking you the reason, he found the absence of your lovers. Earlier, his curiosity when he couldn't find Jongho with you, did manage to chalk it out that something happened with you and your boyfriends but on the positive, it's just they are missing out on a special day with you.

Your next stop was a charming bookstore. As you peruse the shelves, a particular stall piqued your interest—a book that you wanted for so long. Grabbing it quickly, you skipped across the shelves. The visible joy was all evident on your face and few elders and students around you noticed your glowing form. But your steps halted when you were stepping forward towards the counter to check out, your gaze fell on a lovely couple.

Giggling and holding hands while the man was teasing the girl in front and a tear slipped from your eyes. Mingi would have done the same. The serendipity of memories flashing in front of your eyes, left you marveling at how much you love them, and missing them at your every move.

Striving to maintain a cheerful demeanor, you commenced your day with a stroll in the park. The sight of a couple entwined in each other's arms evoked a profound sense of loneliness.

Wandering through the city, you found yourself at the park where you often picnicked with them. The sight of children playing and couples strolling hand in hand deepened your sense of longing, yet you drew comfort from the memories you all had created there.

The park was bustling with activity. Children laughed as they chased each other, couples strolled hand in hand, and families enjoyed picnics on the lush green grass. you made your way to your favorite spot—a secluded clearing surrounded by blooming flowers and tall, sheltering trees. you laid out a blanket and settled down with the book, trying to immerse yourself in the story book.

you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. you tried to remain optimistic, convincing yourself that they would make it up to you once they returned.

You want nothing but just them with you and their love.

Little did you know, a grand surprise was in the works.

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A little girl ran past your head, almost bumping into you but her shoe tip slightly hit your head and you were aware of a thing she dropped beside your face. You couldn't scold her because of her cuteness and sweet giggles. A little smile appeared on your face.

After a while, you noticed a small envelope placed beside your book. The little girl's must be. But your name was written on it, more to say your full name. Surprised, you opened it to find a note from them: "Happy Birthday, y/n! Follow the path to the bridge beside the waterfall, love."

your heart fluttered with excitement. You quickly packed up your belongings and followed the path winding through the park, the anticipation building with each step. As you approached the destination, you noticed it was oddly silent but still decorated with extra flowers and adorned with fairy lights that are yet to be lighted as there's still daylight in the afternoon and delicate paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.

As you stepped closer into the place, soft music began to play. It was a melody you recognized—one of your favorite songs. You hummed and chuckled lightly.

"where are you? Please tell me...it's not a prank by you, Jaemin." Your soft voice bloomed above the tune playing. Your soft voice pinched some hearts nearby you, hiding behind the sweet environment.

A warm and big palm covered your eyes, in a quick move, your hands moved up to hover over the palms, "who are you?"

The person behind you leaned forward, his breath hitting your ear and he placed a soft kiss just under your ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday, princess."

A rush of excitement jolted through your body, the voice and his warmth against your skin. a smile tugged in the corner of your lips when you breathed out, "Yunho..."

Removing the palms from your eyes, he turned you around, you were excited and also, in disbelief that you were in reality and not dreaming. He pulled you closer by the waist, planting a longing kiss on your lips, pecking your forehead before retreating from you.

"So, Jaemin is the first person you could thought of?" Hongjoong's sudden voice made you jump in your place. Your eyes moved away from Yunho's when you noticed the elder one approaching you two. Stepping in front of you, he cupped your cheek and kissed you. The same feeling of comfort and longing.

You giggled, "jealousy is not good for health. Also, he is my good friend and you are my boyfriend. So, I can rely on him for a little friendly prank in your absence." You kissed his cheek in the end.

"Of course you can. Happy Birthday, love." He kissed the side of your head.

Suddenly, Mingi and Jongho emerged from behind the thick trees, each holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Happy Birthday, y/n!" they exclaimed in unison, their faces lit up with joy.

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes. "Thank you. I can't believe you all are here! How did you manage this? All... are others here too?"

Mingi grinned. "It wasn't easy, but we couldn't miss your birthday. We wanted to make it special." Hugging you tightly, kissing your lips repeatedly, making you giggle at his antics.

Jongho stepped forward and handed you his bouquet. "We've planned a whole day just for you. We have a picnic, music, and a few more surprises up our sleeves." He kissed your lips and cheek.

"I thought you won't manage this time."

"How could you think like that, baby?" Seonghwa's sweet tone from behind you made you turn around when you quickly ran towards him. others eyes following your overwhelmed excitement and tears brimming your eyes. Even if the last two days were hectic, but seeing you full of joy and love for them made it worth it.

"Hwa...I missed you. I missed all of you so much." You pressed your face into his chest, fighting not to cry on this precious day.

He caressed your back, stroking your head lightly when he planted a kiss on the crown of your head, "I missed you too, love. Happy Birthday." You raised your head up when he pecked your lips, giving you the warmest smile you could have asked for.

"Well, to make it special, we outdid our limit and here we are." Yeosang said and approached beside you, holding a tiara for you and as you turned towards him, he placed it on your head and kissed your temple, "always looking like my angel. Happy birthday to my sweety."

"Yeo...I missed your wake up hug on my birthday." He engulfed you in a tight, secure embrace and rested his chin on top of your head, "I'm hugging you now. The things we missed today since morning, we can start from now and continue till tomorrow."

You nodded in his warmth but soon he pulled himself apart from you when you felt two hands snaking around your waist from behind and breathing in your perfume at the crane of your neck, placing some feathery kiss when you closed your eyes in the essence, he brought his lips to your ears, pressing his lips to it and whispering, "happy Birthday, sweetheart. I missed you so much."

Your fingers lightly grabbed his hairs and your chest rose and fell heavily under his touch. Managing to bring your lips to his head, you kissed him, "I missed you too, San. Thank you for coming early."

He nodded between kissing your exposed shoulder, "I will come to you no matter how busy I am. I won't let you feel disappointed in me."

"I would never be disappointed in you, San. I love you."

"I love you too, y/n."

The others were watching the scene unfolding before them. Even though the look on their face was soft and warm but their thoughts and the visible dark lust in their eyes was oblivious to you. Oh! You are in for a long night with them because right at the moment they want to dive into a fairyland with you in their embrace.

"well thank me too. I especially planned for all these." Wooyoung's whiny voice made your eyelids parted and there he stood in front of you, a few steps away. But he was holding a box in his hand --- a cake. He is always the one to decide how your cake should be on every birthday.

"woo." San's hand slipped from around you and he chuckled when he watched you running towards the younger boy who quickly put away the cake beside him on the table and extended his arms for you. "You are here."

"yes, darling. I am and look this time I bought the perfect candles with the cake." He peppered your face with kisses until he placed a last kiss on your lips, whispering, "Happy Birthday, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, woo." You looked away from him, towards others and sent a warm smile, "I love you all. Thank you for this."

Hongjoong stepped forward beside San whose arms were folded in front of his chest. All of their gazes were focused on you, observing and memorizing every little detail and movements. It's been a month they last saw you and it felt like eternity.

Hongjoong smiled and patted your head, "we love you too, pretty."

"How did you guys know I would be here?" you raised your brows but still kept a smiley face.

Seonghwa shook his head and sighed, "don't ask that. We landed just in the morning and we got changed into casuals to give you surprise, without wasting time so we did all this at the hotel beside the airport. On our way to home, we went to Jaemin's café where we got to know that you were there just thirty minutes earlier."

"really?"

He nodded when Mingi added, "and guess what? Jongho was following you all the way when you went to the bookstore." Jongho chuckled and nodded proudly, "you were too cute to look at."

"where were you all? Did you go to the house?" you were surprised that they were following you all this while.

Yunho happily said, "Meanwhile we were preparing all this. Did you like it? I'm sorry if it's just basic and simple. We would arrange for something more. We could only ask for this place to be private for the rest of the day till midnight." he gestured to the surrounding area with his open arm.

"Yunho...I love it. Thank you." Your voice was genuinely filled with love, "this is more than I could have wished for today. This is not simple. This is more than my dream. You all are here and I'm spending my birthday with you all. What can I ask for more?"

Even if the decoration was simple, their hardwork, love and determination towards you was evident and it was warming your heart, filling it with hope and desire.

Yeosang cupped your cheeks, "you are too sweet for this world." He wiped your tears with the thumbs.

San held your shoulder and turned you around, pushing you from behind and leading you to the table, "now it's time to cut the cake, sweetheart. It's your day. No more crying."

Standing in front of the table, Wooyoung revealed the cake --- exactly the picture you had shown him a few weeks ago. He had ordered it right that day. Lighting up the candle, they surrounded you like small children celebrating their bestfriend's birthday. Maybe it's like that. But, y/n...you are their world.

"Happy Birthday, y/n!"

"thank you for everything, always."

As you blew out the candles, surrounded by the people you loved the most in the world, you made a silent wish: that you would always find ways to be together, to create memories, and to cherish every moment, no matter the distance or the challenges you all faced.

They led you to a beautifully set picnic spread under the tree, a garden tent house, decorated with flowers and complete with all your favorite foods. As you enjoyed the meal, you all laughed, reminisced, and savored the moment. The hours seemed to fly by in a haze of joy and love.

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As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, you sat in between the legs of Seonghwa. Others near you and eyes in the same direction. You were set up in a cozy spot with blankets and pillows, perfect for watching the sunset. They shifted closer to you, you nestled between them, feeling the warmth of their presence.

"There's one more thing," Wooyoung said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, wrapped box. "Open it."

you carefully unwrapped the box to find a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. Inside the heart was a perfect picture of you nine together and on top of it written --- 9 makes a family.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"We wanted you to have something to remind you that no matter where we are, we're always with you," Hongjoong said, fastening the necklace around your neck.

As you watched the sun dip below the horizon, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. But they watched the sunset in your eyes. You were worth watching at the moment.

That night, as you walked back through the park, hand in hand, you realized that this birthday was more than you could have ever wished for. The surprise had been perfect, but what made it truly special was the love and effort they had put into making your day unforgettable.

you spent the remainder of your birthday conversing with them, sharing laughter and recounting memories. Jongho sang your favorite songs, they reminisce about their adventures, and promised to make up for their absence with an even grander celebration the next day. As you were drifting into slumber that night, you felt a serene sense of contentment. you knew that no matter the physical distance, their love would perpetually be with you, rendering every birthday a bit more luminous.

With them by your side, you knew that every birthday, every day, would be a little brighter, a little more magical. They had given you the greatest gift of all—their unwavering love.

Yunho placed a kiss on your nose and then on your lips when he felt you drifting off to sleep, "happy birthday again, princess."

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[hi-itsanniemarie]

"You glanced over at Bella who was sitting cross-legged in the passenger seat, boots caked with the mud from your hike. They quickly returned your glance, wind-tangled hair falling into their face, and the sleeves of their oversized sweater pulled past their fingers. That familiar mischievous sparkle lit their eyes, it was teasing, warm, and entirely too cute for someone who’d just spent half the afternoon making fun of you."

Warnings: Fluffy PG-13 with implied moments of consensual activities

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Reader ("you")

Word Count: 1785 (ONE SHOT)

That morning, you and Bella had set out from the trailhead with one goal, a quiet hike, just the two of you, nothing too ambitious. The meadows were dotted with early wildflowers, the kind that looked like they belonged on postcards, and everything smelled green and alive. It was all going great—until the rain rolled in.

The drizzle wasn’t much at first, just enough to make the grass slick and the trail a little sketchy. When you reached the stile, you went first, clambering over it with wet boots and shaky dignity. You technically made it to the other side, but not for long. The second your feet hit the grass, you slipped and slid right down the little hill, arms flailing, and landed flat on your back in a glorious sprawl of mud and wounded pride.

Above you, Bella was doubled over with laughter, doing their best to get over the stile without meeting the same fate, their amusement clear in every wobbly step they took towards you.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!” Bella gasped, biting their lip to keep a straight face. “Physically, I mean. Because emotionally? You are absolutely never living that down.”

You groaned, still flat on your back. “It’s a good thing you’re gorgeous, because your sensitivity and emergency response skills are garbage.”

“You slid four feet down a hill, babe,” they grinned. “You know my sensitive side only kicks in after a distance greater than five.”

You couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes as they helped you up, making sure to smear mud from your hands down one side of Bella’s cheek in return. They didn’t flinch but just nodded, grinning, knowing they probably deserved it. To avoid round two of the mud Olympics, you both called it early and headed back to the car, boots squishing, soaked and laughing the whole way. The weekend wasn’t going as planned, but in a weird way, that made it better.

You were back on the road again, with no real destination in mind. You hadn’t been driving long just enough for the chill to settle in and the damp to find its way into your bones. The rain had caught you both off guard, and even though you'd planned this trip for weeks, the weather clearly had other ideas. Still, the mood in the car was light. Just you, Bella, and the sound of raindrops dancing against the windows.

As you continued on down the road, the scent of wet earth and blooming honeysuckle from the darkening countryside drifted through the cracked window. Evening was approaching and as you made your way around a slight bend a cozy-looking pub popped into view. Perched on a low hill, its wooden sign swayed gently in the breeze: The Fox & Bramble.

You glanced over at Bella who was curled up cross-legged in the passenger seat, boots caked with the mud from your hike.They quickly returned your glance, wind-tangled hair falling into their face, and the sleeves of their oversized sweater pulled past their fingers. That familiar mischievous sparkle lit their eyes, it was teasing, warm, and entirely too cute for someone who’d just spent half the afternoon making fun of you.

You glanced back toward the inn, its windows glowing softly against the gray sky. "What do you think?" you asked, nodding toward it. "Warm fire, dry clothes, a good night's sleep?"

“Just try not to wipe out between here and the front door, yeah? I can only do so much to protect you from gravity.” Bella smiled. 

You shot them a look, already pulling into the gravel drive. “Too late,” you said with a smirk. “I’ve already fallen for you.”

Bella let out an exaggerated groan, slumping back in the seat. “Wow. That was terrible. Like, offensively cheesy.”

You grinned, unbothered. “You love it.”

“I let it slide because you're cute,” they said, unbuckling with a smirk.

“Ah, so my charm is working on you.” You said as you stepped out into the drizzle to grab the bags from the backset. 

Bella came around the car, grinning. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You still slid down that hill like a baby giraffe.”

“Yeah, but I kiss you like someone with excellent coordination,” you said, slipping an arm around Bella’s waist and pulling them in close.

“Fair. Gravity might win sometimes, but lucky for you, you’ve got skills where it counts.” They laughed and pressed a quick kiss on your nose.

The Fox & Bramble was even cozier inside than it looked from the road. The stone floors were worn smooth, and there was a fireplace crackling in the corner. The overwhelming scent of woodsmoke and something roasting in the kitchen hung in the air. You checked in, and tried not to laugh too hard at the innkeeper’s face when he saw your muddy clothes. You trudged up the stairs, the steps creaked under your boots, making you both giggle like kids sneaking in past curfew. 

By the time you reached the top floor, your laughter had quieted into something else entirely. It was a kind of quiet charge between you. The kind that hums just under the surface and you barely made it to the room before it sparked.

The door had hardly clicked shut behind you when Bella turned, eyes burning with something far more intense than a few moments before. They pushed you back into the room with a kiss that was all heat that must have been simmering all day. The world outside faded to a distant hush. It was just mist curling along the hills and birds calling somewhere far away. But inside, you collided with that familiar rush and the urgency of being close as you stumbled toward the bed.

You both landed on the bed causing you to break apart and come back to reality. The texture of the quilt rubbed against your skin, a subtle reminder of how close you were, making it almost impossible to ignore how much you wanted Bella’s hands on you again—everywhere, all at once.

Bella leaned over you, their hair slipping forward from behind their ear to frame your faces. Their eyes were softer now, still hungry, but full of something deeper.

“You know,” Bella murmured, brushing a thumb over your cheek, “this weekend? Kinda perfect already.”

You smiled, leaning into her touch. “Even with the mud and the rain and my encounter with the hill?”

They laughed, kissing the corner of your mouth, slow and warm. “Especially with that. Honestly, I haven’t laughed that hard in weeks.”

You tugged Bella down beside you. “Glad it was such a highlight.”

“It’s not that,” they said, fidgeting with your belt loop, sending waves of warmth across your exposed skin. “It’s just... I needed this. Us. Somewhere quiet, not on a press tour, nowhere to be, just you and me and bad weather.”

Your heart started doing that soft, stupid flutter it always did when Bella got like this. “Well I’m glad you like spending time with me.”

Bella grinned. “I love spending all my time with you.” They said softly, trailing gentle kisses across your lips. “Even when you're soggy and grumpy.”

And then Bella was kissing you again, this time slower and sifter, like they wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else, and honestly, neither were you.

Bella’s hands slid lower, confident and sure, drawing a sharp breath from you as your hips tilted instinctively toward their touch. You could feel Bella’s grin against your neck, smug and warm, right before their fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, making your stomach tighten and your breath catch.

Bella had a talent for reading you, knowing exactly where to touch you. It was almost unfair. They kissed their way along your jaw, murmuring something teasing and soft that you barely caught because your brain was already turning to static thanks to their hands.

You let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan, tugging her even closer. “You’re entirely too good at that,” you murmured, hands already slipping under their sweater, fingers trailing along their back until you found the spots that made them twitch and breathe just a little faster.

The pace between you built gradually, like a dance you’d both memorized and loved performing again and again. Your laughter was broken by gasps, movements urgent but still full of affection, like neither of you could get close enough.

Clothes were shed in lazy intervals, as if neither of you wanted to break the rhythm. There was nothing rushed about it, just want, and warmth, and that magnetic pull you never could resist. Bella’s hands roamed your skin like they had all the time in the world to rediscover it, and your hands did the same, soaking up every little shiver, and sigh they gave in return.

The room filled with the sound of tangled sheets and uneven breathing, the occasional whispered “fuck”, and the kind of laughter that only came when you felt completely safe with someone. And through it all, every kiss, every moan, was that feeling you’d carried since the first day you met Bella: being known, and wanted, and loved.

Soon everything peaked and you both finally let go, messy, breathless and completely wrapped up in each other, and it all slowed down in the best way. It was the kind of quiet that only comes after your body’s given everything and your brain finally catches up. You stayed close, trading soft kisses and lazy touches, neither of you in a hurry to break the spell.

Bella curled into your side, head tucked into the crook of your neck, their fingers absentmindedly tracing little shapes on your stomach. After a stretch of comfortable silence, you let out a lazy sigh. “You know,” you murmured, “you’re like… cozy chaos.”

Bella lifted their head slightly, brow raised and amused. “Cozy chaos?”

“Yeah,” you grinned slowly. “Like, one minute you’re this warm, snuggly blanket of a person until five minutes later when I’ve forgotten how to function because you’ve short-circuited my entire brain with your hands.”

Bella grinned, clearly proud. “So like a sexy tornado.”

“Exactly.”

Bella laughed and rolled over on top of you, their hair falling in your face once again. “You’re welcome,” they whispered, grinning like a menace.

You reached up and gently booped their nose. “You’re a menace in a sweater, is what you are.”

“And you love it.”

“Tragically,” you sighed with mock defeat, already wrapping your arms around them again. “Now get off me, you’re crushing my leg.”

Bella wiggled around but didn’t move. “Nope. Cozy chaos needs a nap.”

And you didn’t fight it—not even a little.

[dema-heart]

Rainy Day kisses

Hobie x gn! reader

Short story

Mentions of a undetailed bad week

Hobie lifts reader

No detailed description of reader

kissing and cuteness in the rain

Pet names used: luv, angel, dork, Romeo

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You were having a bad day, honestly a bad week, but today was the icing on the cake. Sighing you grabbed your bags preparing to make your mopey trek home. You hoped you'd be able to get in contact with Hobie today, he hadn't been to the pub for a while or making himself known at your door, remembering your address after he'd walked you home a few times. He always knew how to cheer you up and the little crush you had on him was only 10 percent of why.  

Shaking your head with a heavy sigh you waved goodbye to your coworkers. The walk to your apartment from the pub wasn't far but with how overcasted the sky was you weren't sure you'd make it home in time to beat the rain and of course, with it being the kind of week it was you had forgotten a jacket. With one last look up at the darkening sky you hurried home. 

Hobie cursed as he watched as you took off, currently standing on the building across the pub you worked at. He’d meant to be there when you got off work, after being too busy this week between being spider-punk and band stuff to come see his favorite bartender. Hobie grabbed his bag of spare clothes as he shot a web out swinging in the direction of your apartment. 

You didn't make it in time. Currently, standing about two buildings away from your apartment. You were drenched to the bone in rainwater. Luckily you had grabbed one of your heavier-duty bags, so your stuff was safe at least. You took the final steps toward your building before tossing the bag up on the entrance steps making sure it landed under the cover. 

With a deep breath you turned your head up at the sky, eyes closed as raindrops raced down your face, before letting out a scream that turned quickly into laughter. You'd always loved the rain and yeah getting drenched in it wasn't normally how you showed your admiration but it felt like the heavy drops had washed away your stress. A childlike giddiness filled you as you took the chance to just let loose. You lived in a more secluded part of town anyway, not much traffic from people or cars and it was early enough in the evening that the golden orange rays of the setting sun were enough to keep the chill of your bones. Your laughter filled the street as you spun in place dancing to your own beat and jumping in puddles that formed. 

Hobie watched from a few buildings down as you started to dance in the rain. He had taken the chance to change in the nearby alley before making his way to your place. He smiled, quickening his pace as an idea stuck with him. 

“Evening, luv. Don't let me stop you!” He held up his guitar after calling out from about a building away, the setting sun shadowing him in a golden halo. His smile widened as he took in your awe-struck gaze. “ Was just wondering if you'd care for some music to go with your dancing?” 

“Hobie…?” You blinked at him owlishly, rainwater burning your eyes before a big smile broke across your face. You took off in his direction, wincing a bit internally when he threw his guitar to the ground to catch you in his arms. You had one moment to ponder his ability to hold and catch you with such ease before he spun you. A startled gasp leaves your lips before you're laughing, throwing your head back letting the rain kiss your skin as hobie spin you. 

“Hobie, we're gonna fall!” your tone is more amused than worried as you continue to laugh at his show of strength. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got us, luv. If we do go down I'll make sure to…” His laughter mixes with yours just before he slips falling back onto the sidewalk with a grunt, arms never leaving you as makes sure to cushion your fall. 

“Oof, famous last words I guess.” he laughed, onyx eyes shining with joy as he grinned up at you with that boyish charm of his. You laugh with him, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. The rain has slowed to a drizzle and you're sure if you looked up there'd be at least a faint rainbow from the last few rays of sunlight, but instead you lift yourself up slightly, hands caging Hobie’s head as you both stare into each other’s eyes laughter fading to shaky breaths. 

“Falling for me now Hobart? I knew you were a man of action but there are safer ways to show you love me.” You teased winking, mirth-filled gaze taking him in. Your smile had yet to drop as Hobie scoffed feigning offense at your jest.

“Of course. I'm a man of justice and equality after all, so its only fair i fall for you after catching the angel that fell from the heavens for me.” His grin is cheeky as your laughter fills his ears again. 

“That..was..so..corny!” your shoulders shake as your laughter dies down into giggles. Hobie looks up at you like you hung the moon that currently cast you both in a dim light. 

“You're gonna love the next part then…”

“You better not ask if it hurt when I fell from heaven” you interrupted him with a playful glare only causing his grin to grow.

“Of course not i caught you and broke your fall. I was going to ask if an angel like you gave blessed kisses. Been looking for a miracle lately” he winked as you shook your head in disbelief. 

“You're such a dork!” your smile gave away your amusement and if your cheeks warmed from his cheesy flirting…there was no way to tell it wasn't from the constant smiling or the chill from the rain seeping in finally. You lower yourself down arms still caging his head in as your noses brush. 

“A dork who’s getting a taste of the divine” he grins as he leans up lips brushing yours as he speaks.

“Just shut up and kiss me” You roll your eyes as you lean in closing the space between you two. Your lips meet in what starts as a soft kiss, questioning and exploring as both relax into each other. Hobie rolls the two of you over, one hand coming to rest under your head as he deepens the kiss, the smell of rain and Hobie, earth, and leather fills your senses. You pull him to you gripping wet leather as you let out a pleased hum. Hobie smiles against your lips pulling back before leaning in for another kiss, then another, and another, and another before you’re barely kissing just smiling against the other’s lips. 

“Hobie cut it out!” you laugh turning your head away as he goes to kiss you again, only leading to him, kissing your cheek constantly instead. He puffs up his cheeks holding air as he goes to give one last kiss. Blowing it out and pretending to plant one last wet parting kiss. 

“Oh to be separated so soon. When I'd just gotten my taste of heaven” he leans back, hand over his heart as he dramatically sighs.

“Oh shut up Romeo. Let's get inside before we end up sick together and I have to ask you to be my boyfriend over soup and snotty tissue flowers” You laugh as you push him off, standing up and grabbing the guitar he’d tossed aside to catch you earlier. 

You sniffle as you hand it to him. His smile is blinding as he tosses an arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side to warm you up after putting the guitar over his shoulder. 

“I didn't know angels could catch colds. Maybe I should have asked if you enchanted me with devilish charms instead. I am willing to give you whatever you need~” he wiggles his eyebrows with a mischievous smirk as you smack his chest playfully.

[joshujihan23]

It’s cold out here

☆ pairing: seungkwan x reader

☆ genre: romance, protectiveness, slight smut at the end(?)

“yahh hurry up! if not you’re going to catch a cold!”

“i’m coming!”

with seungkwan entering the cafe with you, the both of you were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.

well, your perfectly planned date was crumbling apart the moment the heavy rain fell on top of the both of you.

noticing your disappointment expression, he gave you a gentle peck on your temple, his hand wrapping around your waist.

“hey don’t be upset, we still can spend some time together in this lovely cafe, right?”

you gazed up at him, nodding slightly.

“i guess..”

the both of you sat down at a small table near a windowsill, where the both of you can listen to the fall of the raindrops while having a drink.

after ordering your drinks and some pieces of pastries, you reached out for your purse, in search for your wallet, until you felt his hand on your thigh. you looked up at him to see that he had already tapped his card, staring at you with a look that definitely said “not so fast”.

well that was hot.

after the waiter walked away, he turned to you with a slight smirk.

“we’ve talked about this. when you’re with me, there’s no way that you’re paying.”

you sighed dramatically, making him chuckle.

for that moment, the two of you were having a conversation, chuckling and laughing at each other’s jokes, when you felt a gust of wind flying by, making you shiver slightly. feeling the goosebumps forming on your thigh, seungkwan immediately knew that you were beginning to feel cold.

“are you cold? do you want my jacket?”

you immediately shook your head, denying that you were cold.

however, the real reason was that you intended to dress up for him today, and if you were to wear his jacket, it would be covering what you have prepared specially for him.

and seungkwan being seungkwan, obviously read your mind.

he took a moment to lean back to admire your look.

that navy blue cropped top, showing a little bit of your cleavage, the black, somewhat short skirt that perfectly wrapped around your waist, topping it all off with a cute little hairpin that he bought for you during the last date. your entire body was hugging your body so perfectly.

you looked so hot in it, it was almost as if he was in heaven.

at that point, the food and drinks came to the table.

while you were watching the waiter placing your orders on the table, seungkwan took the chance to take off his jacket, ready to put it on you the moment the waiter left.

like he planned, when she left, he immediately forced the jacket on you, helping you put on the sleeves.

startled by his sudden gesture, you immediately retaliated.

“yah! i said i didn’t need it!” you whispered-shouted at him.

seungkwan didn’t stop, instead he put it on you, zipping up the zipper, until it covered your cleavage.

“i know you need it, you’re shivering right before my eyes.”

you huffed softly, crossing your arms at him.

he chuckled, taking a sip of his iced americano.

“you’re pretty, dressed up or not, and you look so cute in my jacket, it’s like i’m calling you mine.”

he placed a soft kiss on your cheek, chuckling lowly at your cuteness.

you leaned back on your seat, taking a sip of your vanilla latte.

“it’s so oversized on me! it’s not that i don’t like it, but it’s covering everything that i prepared for you..”

right when you finished your sentence, looking like you were about to unzip the jacket, he immediately shoved a piece of cake into your mouth.

“not so fast, my dear, you’re gorgeous either way. and besides..”

he leaned towards your ear.

“that sight of your body, only i can see it. and i would love to see what is underneath those pieces of cloth for myself.”

[cottonlemonade]

Plan B [part 2]

word count: 1490 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

part 1 for context

Of course your staff had immediately informed you about the display from the day before when you came in the following morning. The barista even showed you a few snapshots he had taken with his phone and as much as you hated to admit it, you would have loved to have been there to see it in person. Pictures didn’t really do him justice, you thought. “Should I send those to you, manager?”, the barista asked with a knowing smirk. When you didn’t say anything but just stoically walked past him into the kitchen, you were glad when your phone buzzed a few seconds later and a small flood of pictures appeared in your chat. You cleared your throat and got to work.

Despite his regular appearances the last couple of weeks, the guy didn’t show up again the next day. Or even the day after that.

“Maybe he actually finally gave up?”, the waitress suggested with a shrug. She was counting the receipts while the barista helped you clean the espresso maker.

“I hope not. What else are we gonna do for entertainment around here?”

“How about your job.”, you suggested.

The barista let out a theatrical groan, which earned him a dish towel to the face.

At this point, a week had passed since the last time you saw the guy and although you found your thoughts wandering to his handsome smile every so often, you decided it was most likely for the better.

It was late in the evening and the café was closed for the day. The sky was gray and obviously brewing up something unpleasant so you wanted to make sure to send your team home as quickly as possible.

Soon enough, after hugs and waves goodbye, you locked the glass door from the inside and went to the kitchen to prep food for the next day.

You had just started to mash up a bowl of overripe bananas when a soft knocking made you look up and glance through the serving hatch.

The wind outside brushed past the shops with a low whistle and you could make out a very familiar shape in the dim light of the streetlamps.

More excited than you’d like to admit you made your way to the door.

“Sorry, I’m late.”, the guy’s voice was muffled through the glass.

You pointed to the Closed sign with a raised eyebrow. He put his hands together in a silent plea.

With a very big eye roll you grabbed the keys from your apron pocket and opened the door a handwidth.

“Hi.”

“Hey there.”

“I need a cake.”

“Goodbye.”, you closed the door again.

“Please!”, he called.

You shook your head and gestured to your ear to signal you couldn’t hear him.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and began to type something. A few seconds later he held the screen up against the glass.

Forgot to get cake for friend’s birthday.

You pulled a notepad from your belt and wrote “unfortunate” in response.

Low rumbling of thunder made you both look to the horizon. A few moments passed in which he threw you puppy dog eyes. You sighed loudly and unlocked the door again.

Not a minute too soon. With the click of the lock the first heavy raindrop hit the windowfront.

“Thank you.”, he said with a grateful smile.

“Don’t mention it. But you will have to live with what’s left of the day. The ones for tomorrow still need to be decorated.”

He followed you to the counter, having the decency to look apologetic as you waved him to come along further to check out the cakes in the fridge.

He chose a white chocolate cake with strawberries and you carried it back to the front to pack it up.

“How has your last week been?”, he asked as you worked.

“Uhm, I made my best cinnamon rolls yet and finally found my TV remote. So pretty good, I’d say. How about you?”

“Not as good as yours apparently. Pretty busy. I had to do some traveling and give a bunch of presentations. Sorry I couldn’t come by to bring up that counter you keep on the blackboard.”

You closed your eyes and made an indefinable noise. You'd have to talk to your staff about the concept of discretion.

“Technically, that means I owe you at least one.”

“Oh, please don’t.”

He swaggered closer and, leaning on the counter, considered you for a moment.

You held his gaze, expecting the worst.

“Wait, I… actually forgot what I wanted to say."

You tried not to smile but were betrayed by your pursed lips.

"Gotta be honest, of all your flirting so far that has been the best one."

He gave you a half smile.

"How about you don't see it as flirting. See it as me just being extra friendly to someone extra beautiful."

You scoffed but couldn’t stop a short sort of giggle escaping your lips.

After a moment’s pause he added, now with genuine sweetness, "Go out with me. Just once. I promise it'll be fun. And really, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Where do I even start?"

"Okay. But besides that, the worst that can happen is that we realize we don't have anything in common."

You looked at him, your head slightly tilted in thought.

"Like, what are you doing tonight after work?", he suggested.

"Well, I’m meeting some friends."

"What will you be doing?”

“A museum has a science night we wanna check out.”

“Oh! Really?”, he asked excitedly, dropping his flirtatious manner completely. And sure enough this little piece of information carried you through the subject of scientific fun facts to books to hobbies and so on. The rain had lessened significantly but an hour later he was still there, sitting on a chair at the kitchen island, talking while you worked, peppering in little compliments here and there but keeping it mostly pleasantly fluffy.

When you eventually parted in front of the café, Kuroo hesitated, obviously thinking about how to say Goodbye. In the end you both settled for slightly awkward smiles and went your separate ways.

He had an extra spring in his step as he arrived at the restaurant, incredibly late but incredibly happy. His friend accepted the cake with a tipsy, somewhat off-key belt of “Happy birthday to me!” and pointed to a free seat next to Kenma.

"Someone's looking chipper.", his former setter commented and accepted a slice of birthday cake, “Why did you leave me here alone?”

“You’re hardly alone, Kenma-kun.”, the older one said vaguely, "I had to pick up the cake first. I only remembered when I was already at work."

"So… is it from that little café?"

Kuroo shrugged, but was unable to hide a grin.

His friend lifted a brow. Originally, Kuroo hadn’t meant to talk about it. About how he didn't expect you two to actually have so much in common, about how funny you were, how smart and how gorgeous you looked even after a long day at work. How you practically made him beg to get into the café at all and how easy it was to talk to you once the ice was broken. It took him a few minutes to finally stop gushing.

"Sounds like a very promising night.", Kenma said approvingly, hoping he’d finally be free of his friend’s whining about why you wouldn’t go out with him, "So you got her number, then."

Kuroo's dreamy expression fell at once. "Oh.”

The sun glistened on the streets still soaked from last night’s rain but the air smelled fresh and you hummed to yourself when you thought about the previous evening. As you unlocked the cafe’s front door you heard someone calling your name and turned around.

Your stomach dropped when you spotted Kuroo on the other side of the road, waiting to cross safely.

“Good morning.”, he said, a little out of breath but with a winning smile.

“Good morning. What brings you by so early?”

“I have a full day today so I wouldn’t be able to come by otherwise.”

You tried hard not to look too pleased.

“I was wondering, if - I mean, I forgot to - Could I have your number?”

Pretending to think about it, you opened the door.

“Do you want that on a to-go cup?”

“That would be easier to brag with.”, he said, nodding thoughtfully and stepping in behind you.

While you prepared his usual, Kuroo watched you closely and you weren’t sure if the pink in his cheeks was from his jog here or something else.

When you handed him his tea a few minutes later he stood there, looking you up and down with his cheeky grin.

You squinted in suspicion.

“You look even cuter than usual today.”

“Get out before I charge you double.”

He lifted the cup and winked. “Talk to you later.”

[gingerteafairy]

say more (kit walker x reader)

Why the most gorgeous guys show up when you’re in idgaf outfits?

tags n warnings: fluff, grocery!au, suggestive, language, flirty kit. word count: 1.8k

It was 5 p.m. when you opened the window and saw that the weather forecast might actually be right—the rain was on its way. Rainy days were perfect for baking a cake and sipping on something warm, especially while the cold raindrops watered the earth outside. Humming softly, you made your way to the kitchen, opening the cupboard only to be hit with a problem.

No flour.

“Damn it…” you murmured under your breath, closing the cupboard and remembering how you’d forgotten to grab it during your last grocery run. Your favorite supermarket was a bit too far for such a small errand to feel worth it. Then it hit you—there was a little corner store just a block away. That’d do the trick.

“I’m heading to the corner store!” you shouted to your roommate before throwing on a jacket. You didn’t bother with your hair or an outfit worth bragging about. It was just a quick trip to the corner store—not a visit to the mall. With that thought, you lazily opened the door and walked the short distance to the shop.

The little bell above the door jingled as you stepped inside, your eyes scanning the neat but limited shelves. To your surprise, some of the items were pretty good and cheap. Mental note: start coming here more often. Grabbing a bag of flour, you made your way to the counter.

“Afternoon,” a low, male voice greeted.

You looked up and instantly regretted your choice of outfit. Why is it that the most gorgeous guys show up when you’re in your idgaf outfit?

“Uh… yeah, afternoon,” you muttered, fumbling slightly as you handed him the cash. The man in front of you had striking features, his lips curling into an amused smile as he bagged the flour.

“Say more,” he teased lightly, his tone playful.

“Nah, that’s it. Thanks,” you replied, ducking your head to avoid staring too much at the ridiculously handsome guy behind the counter. You grabbed your bag, silently swearing to shop here more often. Who needs the big grocery store when this place has such… great service?

A week later, while heading back from an outing, you decided to stop by the corner store again. This time, you were craving something sweet. And there he was, again. Same guy, same smile—and, once more, you weren’t exactly dressed to impress.

He noticed you instantly, grinning around a lollipop in his mouth. You grabbed the same kind of lollipop, slid a coin across the counter, and tried to keep your cool.

“Say more,” he said again, clearly enjoying himself.

You let out a soft laugh, whispering. “You said that last time.”

“And I’ll say it again next time too,” he shot back, his eyes twinkling as you left with your treat embarrassed for him listening to your whisper.

Your trips to the small corner store had become more frequent—you were practically there every week, buying random items just to have an excuse to see the handsome “Say more” guy. Honestly, was that the only phrase he knew? And to make matters worse, every time you walked by the store, he’d wave at you with that cheeky little smile, and, without fail, you’d wave back like some reflex you couldn’t control.

One evening, all you wanted was a cold drink to go with the popcorn for your movie night. You hesitated.

“Hey, can you run to the store for me?” you asked your roommate.

“Why? Afraid of your little ‘say more’ crush? I thought you liked him.” She didn’t even glance up from her phone, grinning like she was texting someone she was clearly into.

“That’s not it… it’s just… ugh, he’s too good-looking,” you whined, flopping down next to her. “Every time he says ‘say more,’ I try not to laugh, but it just comes out anyway. He probably thinks I’m ridiculous… or weird. And, God, I always run into him looking like I just rolled out of bed.”

“You’re overthinking it,” she said with a laugh, finally putting her phone down.

“Every time he says ‘say more,’ I want to reply with ‘I want you,’ but then I freeze.”

“Honestly? Not a bad idea,” she teased, smirking as you flipped her off. “Next time he says it, take off your jeans as an answer.”

“Never.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” she said finally, “but you’re coming with me.”

At least you wouldn’t have to face him alone. And this time, you could wear something nicer and actually fix your hair. The two of you marched down the street to the little store, and as soon as you stepped in, there he was, stacking boxes. When he saw you, he headed straight for the counter, like he was expecting you.

You froze, turning to your roommate in a panic. “Shit, what are we even buying?”

“I don’t know!” she whispered back, glancing at the guy, who was now helping another customer. She grabbed something random from the fridge. Sausage. “Let’s make hot dogs.”

“Hot dogs? He’s going to think I’m a total weirdo,” you muttered, running your hands through your hair in exasperation. “Look at this sausage. It's huge, looks like a freaking tower…oh God…”

“Why? Does he look like someone who hates hot dogs? He literally works in a shop full of snacks. Now go pay for it.”

“No.”

“Yes, and grab a Coke for me while you’re at it.”

“Please, just do it for me,” you begged, but she shoved the items into your hands and left, laughing as she walked out the door.

With no other choice, you shuffled up to the counter, placing the cheap extra big Sausage and soda in front of him. His playful smile appeared instantly as he rang them up.

“Woah, that's a big one.” He chuckled and you did the same with your face redder than the sausage artificial coloring.

“Yeah, it's huge, extra large. I really like them large you know.” You stammered, almost punching yourself for saying such a stupid thing.

“No doubt about it.” he smirked, just like he always did. “Say more,”

This time, you couldn’t hold back a small laugh. Come on, idiot. Ask for his name, you thought to yourself.

He seemed to notice your hesitation, his smile softening as he handed you your change.

“No, uh… thanks. That’s all,” you mumbled, kicking yourself as you walked out, still clutching the bag.

A few more days passed, and this time, you actually needed to buy groceries for dinner. As you approached the little corner store, you spotted him—the guy—stepping out, crossing the street toward another shop with a small tobacconist inside.

“Shit,” you muttered, your pace quickening as you entered the store, determined to grab what you needed as fast as possible. You paid, pocketing the change, and had a spur-of-the-moment idea. Could you create a totally “accidental” coincidence? Maybe.

Balancing your grocery bags, you crossed the street and entered the tobacconist. The smoky scent hit you immediately, tickling your nose in an unpleasant way. Glancing around, your eyes landed on a freezer stocked with popsicles. Perfect. Your leftover change would cover it.

It was cold outside, but honestly, who cared? You crouched down, reaching for the cheapest popsicle buried in the back of the freezer. Halfway through, you froze, suddenly realizing how much that skirt might be revealing. Great. Another completely inappropriate outfit choice.

When you stood and turned, your heart nearly stopped. There he was, standing a few feet away with a cigarette in hand, smirking at you through a slow drag. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and he let out a soft, low chuckle.

You gave him an awkward little wave. His smirk only widened as he winked at you. Panicking, you chose the only viable option: laugh nervously and shuffle over to the cashier without saying a word.

“Say more,” his familiar voice drawled, now much closer than expected.

You turned to see him standing beside you, that teasing smile on full display. “That’s what makes you laugh every time you see me, isn’t it?”

“No… well, yes,” you admitted, laughing softly, feeling your cheeks burn.

“Kit Walker,” he said, holding out a hand.

Noticing you struggling to manage your bags, he didn’t wait for permission—he simply grabbed them, effortlessly holding everything and heading toward the door. Anyone else might’ve seemed sketchy for doing that, but Kit Walker? He was far too charming to be suspicious. Or maybe he was one of those annoyingly attractive criminals you only read about in the news.

By the time your building came into view, he was still carrying your bags, his face much closer than it had ever been before. Without the barrier of a cash register, he somehow looked even better.

“Safe and sound,” he said, stopping at your door and handing you the bags. His smile was infectious, and you couldn’t help but grin back.

“Say more,” you dared, teasing him for once.

He tilted his head, eyes locking with yours. “How about your number? I already know where you live. I could deliver your groceries when the bags get too heavy.”

You laughed, trying to think of a clever response. “Sure, I’ll swing by to grab some more of that huge sausages to make hot dogs.” Hot dogs? Really? What is wrong with you?

“Oh, yeah,” he teased, laughing as he shook his head. “I’ll make sure to deliver all the huge sausages to your place.” He paused, his grin softening slightly at the brief dirty joke. “And I kinda know what color you wear under your skirt, so we've passed a lot of phases.”

“Oh, God. Please, forget it. Erase it from your mind before i dig my body in this building.” You cried out and he giggled, enjoying your little embarrassing moment.

“No, I'm kidding.” No, he wasn't. He knew your blue striped panties, but he didn't want you to feel more shy than you felt right now. “Hey, you know what? I’m off today. What do you say we… I don’t know, eat some hot dogs together?”

“I make a killer sauce,” you said with a playful smile, but then you froze, smacking your forehead. “Oh, damnit…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to buy the ingredients.” You couldn’t help but laugh at your own mistake.

He raised an eyebrow, already taking a step back. “Where are you going?”

“To tell my boss I need some sauce. And maybe a bottle of wine to go with the hot dogs,” he quipped, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it, giving you a wink before strolling down the street toward the store.

He returned quickly, carrying everything you needed—including the fanciest wine from the shop, which, apparently, was “on the house.” That evening turned out to be worth the questionable pairing of wine and hot dogs—though it did come with a bit of regret when both of you wound up with stomachaches.

Still, the strange, shared moment brought you closer in the oddest way. As you rummaged through your bathroom for antacids, Kit leaned against the doorway, grinning.

“Good thing you’re stocked up. I might be the corner store,” he began, his voice soft and warm, “but you’re the sweetest pharmacy for my heart.”

Giggling with the corny flirt, the only possible reply was the classic. "Say more."

[mikasas-biggestwhore]

i need sub!mikasa x dom!reader like the reader being kinda taller and more dominant than her maybe

ok thank you 💗

Strawberry Cake ♡

a/n: I love Mikasa so much she’s literally one of my favorite characters. (If you can’t tell from the username). I genuinely had fun writing this one and I hope you like it. It took me so long and it’s 4.5k words.

☆ Warning: fembodied reader, cunnilingus, mention of strap ons, hickies, bondage, squirting

☆ Enjoy my dears <3

Thunder boomed, startling you and Mikasa. You both looked to the sky to see that the clouds were quickly turning into a dangerous looking gray. The man on the news claimed it was supposed to storm an hour from now. Mikasa shrugged it off. She had been wanting to have a picnic date with you for a while and wasn’t going to let a storm get in the way.

‘A little rain never hurt anyone’ She said. Now as you were about to leave you could spot the prominent flashes of lightning in those angry clouds from before. The wind started to pick up and not long after it began to rain buckets. The raindrops crash loudly against the roof of the house you and Mikasa called home, making you both wince from the sound.

Seems like that picnic date was canceled after all.

Both of you went through the motions of preparing for a storm. There was food that didn’t require heat, the bathtub was filled with water, and you both made sure to charge all the electronics both of you owned.

Rain thrashed down as the TV played in front of both of you. As expected, anything that wasn’t cable buffered. The storm was so bad that even the regular channels had a hard time playing without static, glitches, or random pauses.

It was quiet with the TV’s sound playing low. It was hard to watch it with all the stuttering and stops but there was nothing better to do. You and Mikasa sat side by side on the couch, neither of you were speaking. Just enjoying one another’s company. You had your head propped in your hand on the arm of the couch. There were reruns of some show you were trying to watch. The name went over your head but it looked familiar. Where have you seen it from?

“Why don’t we bake a cake?” Mikasa’s voice slightly startled you. It had been a while since she had spoken.

You replay her suggestion and raise a brow to her. “What?”

She shrugged and looked at you, “We have nothing else to do.”

Well, she was right. Both of you had just been sitting here for the last hour waiting for the weather to clear up. Your bodies molding into the shape of the couch as you sat there. Baking a cake could be fun. There was just one issue that concerned you however. “What if the power cuts off in the middle of the cake baking?”

“I mean eating cake batter won’t kill you.” She answered with a smile. Mikasa did have a point there and eating cake sounded very appealing as of right now.

“It could be an at home date.” Mikasa drawled. Your picnic date did get ruined so why not make up for it?

It wouldn’t hurt to try, besides the TV had started to freeze up with the audio sounding altered, “Alright it’s a date.” You agreed.

Mikasa smiled at you and rose from her spot on the couch. She wanted to get started immediately while the house still had power. As she practically skipped her way into the kitchen your eyes couldn’t help but follow the motion her backside made as she moved. Her ass looked like it was a ripple in water and gave you the urge to go and grab a handful of it.

Damn, you really weren’t any better than a man.

You stood up to follow her but your pace was much slower compared to hers. Mikasa had beaten you to the pantry and looked for where the cake mix boxes were stored. The top shelf was the one that held all the boxes of cake mix you two owned. She scanned the boxes from where she stood and one that read ‘strawberry’ caught her eye. That’s the one she had her sights on.

When you finally reached the pantry Mikasa was struggling to reach the small box of cake mix. Her fingertips barely grazed the top and she was trying her best to stretch her body as much as she could. Her heels were completely off the ground, putting all of her weight on her tippy toes. She had also grabbed another shelf to give herself support and she stretched her arm to its complete length.

The sight was a common one. Mikasa has always been very adamant that she was not short. You were a lot taller than her and were happy to grab whatever she needed with a price to pay. That price was that you would tease her for her height right afterwards. It wasn’t harmful in the slightest but you got a kick at the way she would glare and pout at you.

After a bit more fiddling the cake mix had finally fallen over and Mikasa caught it with ease. You will admit Mikasa was creative when dealing with her height disadvantage.

Next she went over to a cabinet that held all of the larger bowls in it. The cabinet was even higher than the shelf that was in the pantry. Once again you watch as she struggled.

“Do you need help, babe?” Mikasa glared at you for even asking such a thing and continued to stretch out her body like she did before.

You could only shake your head and wait. It would only be a matter of time before Mikasa finally took your help. She may be stubborn but she knew her limits.

She was able to stretch her body just a bit more. The small movement was enough for her shirt to rise up slightly and expose a small part of her stomach. There was a small bruise on the newly revealed pale skin that caught your eye. It was a mark you had made on Mikasa the other night. You're surprised that it was even still there.

The memories of how you had marked Mikasa's pretty skin up. You flush. You remembered how she moaned from you kissing her breast carefully. Or the whines that would leave her throat when you kept sucking on her inner thighs but refused to get closer to the wet heat between her legs.

Those dirty thoughts had a heat of your own start to build between your legs.

“Y/N please. I need you.” Mikasa whined with arousal. She squirmed in her place on the bed you shared. She wanted to try something new and her wrists were knotted in a pretty red rope tied to the bed posts. She could only wiggled as you covered her in more marks.

You glanced up at her mischievously from your spot in between her legs. She hissed. Her clit was at your mercy as you toyed with it through her underwear. A fake smile of concern was plastered on your face. “Sweetheart.” Your voice filled with a false sense of worry. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.”

Mikasa's whole body was flushed. Her boobs and stomach were covered in hickies. Your mouth was right there, she could feel your hot breath on her pussy. She tried to move but the restraints pulled tight around her wrists. Her pussy quivered pathetically around nothing. Even the fabric of her underwear was not enough friction. She needed something inside of her, her hole felt so empty.

“I want your strap inside me.” Her voice shook as she spoke. She would love to have that large purple dildo inside her.

One of your fingers played with her underwear, pulling at her waistband and snapping it back into place, “Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t seem like you want it enough”

Her slick created a big wet spot on her underwear.

“Pretty please.” She begged.

You watched her for a moment and smiled menacingly, “How can I say no to that?”

“Ugh, Y/N can you help me?” Mikasa asked, defeated. You were taken back into reality. There was a thunderstorm outside, you and Mikasa were trying to bake a cake, and you had to squeeze your thighs together.

Mikasa turned to you confused. You didn’t respond or move. Your face felt hot and you couldn’t look Mikasa in the eye. Your daydreaming had gone overboard.

Something finally clicked and you realized Mikasa’s request. You grabbed the bowl maybe a little too quickly and placed it in her hands. Even with the bowl in her hands she eyed you curiously. She was always sharp and it was hard to get anything past her. You needed to get her gaze off of you, it wasn’t helping wetness between your legs.

“Mikasa I’m taller than you.” You teased to distract yourself.

The raven rolled her eyes at the statement. She knew it was only a matter of time before you got on her about her height again. It was a common thing you teased her for.

She turned her attention to the back of the cake box and scanned the text, reading the instructions before replying.

“You just have longer arms than me.” She corrects. She looked at the first ingredient she needed. “Can you get me 3 eggs from the fridge?”

You did it without another ask. You needed to focus on something else other than Mikasa. You went to the refrigerator and pulled out 3 brown eggs. Mikasa said she bought them because they were healthier than regular eggs. It didn’t matter to you, they all tasted the same.

While you were retrieving the eggs Mikasa had poured the cake mix into the bowl. You gave her the eggs and carefully she began to crack them into the bowl. It always amazed you how she was always able to crack them perfectly in two with no shells dropping. You watched her curiously but from your vantage point you got a full view of her cleavage.

You swore. Someone had to be setting you up.

There were only two more ingredients she needed before she could mix everything, “Can you get the ‘1 cup’ measuring cup and fill it with water? Also, can you get the vegetable oil?” you nodded.

Stay strong, you have to stay strong.

You made your way over to your pantry and looked through the shelves until you finally stumbled on the vegetable oil. It was a full unopened bottle. Well that shows how much cooking you and Mikasa did.

Next you dug through the drawer and found the measuring cups. You grabbed the one you needed and headed back over to Mikasa.

It wasn’t much longer before Mikasa had gotten a wisp and began to stir all the ingredients in the bowl. Supposedly this was the difficult part of baking, having to make sure all the ingredients were properly mixed in with each other.

The batter once full of different colors turned into a solid color of pink. Its bright color made it look appetizing. It was probably going to smell amazing while it baked.

“Now we can get a pan and bake it.” Mikasa smiled up at you. You smiled back.

How did you get so lucky with Mikasa? She was so beautiful, perfect in every way, and she could bake. She was playful and sweet but could also push you around if she wanted to. You knew from the moment you laid her eyes on her that she was the one.

Mikasa had caught your gaze. You both stared at one another. It was a tense moment but Mikasa glanced down at your lips. There was something that started to burn behind her eyes and that’s when you knew.

You pinned her between the counter and your body and Mikasa gasped. She looked at you with a darkening gaze. Her dark eyes filling with lust. A smirk etched itself on your face. You slouched and got close to Mikasa’s ear and whispered.

“I know we’re making a cake but I want a different kind of dessert.” You grabbed a handful of her ass.

A pink hue covered her face as you groped her. She shifted in your hold and accidentally pushed the bowl of cake batter with her arm. Oh right, the cake.

You and Mikasa looked at eachother and giggled, “It’s okay babe. All the ingredients should be good when we’re done.” You assured. Just to be safe you moved the batter into the refrigerator. When you turned around you pounced on Mikasa, bringing her mouth to yours.

She made a noise of surprise but soon recovered. The two of you kissed passionately with you taking the lead. You put your hand through Mikasa’s hair and forced your way into her mouth. The raven let out a moan that spurred you on. Mikasa grabbed at your waist trying to pull you closer.

Your mouth fit perfectly with Mikasa’s. It made you never want to break away but unfortunately you both need oxygen to survive.

As you broke away you both panted. You could actually look at Mikasa now and her hair was a mess from your hand being in it. Her lips were tinted and puffy from kissing so much. You could only assume that you were probably in the same condition.

It wasn’t long before you were right back at it. Instead of kissing Mikasa's lips you kissed the area where her neck and shoulder met. You latched on to the sensitive skin sucked and bit at it. Mikasa’s body grew weak in your hold and it made you smile.

Only you could make her like this. Weak and wet.

You continued to leave open mouthed kisses along her neck. You moved upwards to kiss at her jaw, she moaned loudly in your ear at the touch of the sensitive area. Mikasa couldn't help herself and began to grind her front into you.

“Bedroom?” You asked as you pulled back. A thin line of sweat had started to form on your face. Mikasa’s bangs had stuck to her forehead. Her eyes blinked slowly and she nodded

As you scooped her up Mikasa’s legs were quick to cling to your waist. Her feet placed nicely at your ass. She wrapped her arms around your neck for balance and you took advantage of this.

Your lips connected to her neck and sucked at her skin. “Shit.” She swore. You could feel her hips begin to thrust into yours to gain some friction. You did the same as you sucked a vibrant mark on her neck. It was so bright compared to Mikasa’s pale skin. You loved leaving marks on her skin. The mark filled you with delight. There would be way more than where that came from.

Actually getting to the bedroom you shared with Mikasa was difficult. You two were so involved with each other, there were a couple wrong turns that had Mikasa giggling and you growing embarrassed. It had gotten to the point you would have been happy if you got to fuck her on the couch.

When you finally reached the bedroom you dropped Mikasa and she fell with a soft thump. Your black comforter contrasts against her.

“Take off your clothes.” You commanded.

Mikasa was quick with taking off her shirt and quickly kicked off her shorts she was wearing. You did the same and both of you were stripped to your underwear and bras.

You made your way over to Mikasa crawling up her body. You towered over her and bent on your elbows to kiss her softly. It was much different from your earlier make out session. While that was rushed and rough, this was soft and slow. You two were at it for a couple of minutes and you slowly moved down her body.

“You're so pretty.” You whispered. Mikasa blushed but smiled nonetheless. You don’t know how you got so lucky.

Your fingers slowly undid her bra and tossed it to god knows where. Mikasa’s pale breasts fell out and your positive your eyes sparkled as you watched them bounce. You had always been more of a boob girl and couldn’t help but grab them.

They were soft and you began to thumb over one of her nipples slowly. You drew tight circles around the nipple and watched the little bud begin to grow firm. Mikasa sucked in a harsh breath through her teeth. You latched your mouth to the other nipple and felt Mikasa grab the back of your head.

She wanted to keep you in place as you sucked at her tits. Your tongue swirled around the bud, lightly playing with it in your mouth. She released a soft groan and her hand tightened in your hair. Her tits were always so sensitive.

This went on for a couple more minutes until you started to grow impatient. You were never good with waiting, “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with.” You pulled away from Mikasa to her displeasure. You scooted off the edge of the bed and pulled Mikasa with you.

You were on your knees on the carpeted floor, placed perfectly between Mikasa’s thighs. This made the other girl blush.

From here you could see the wet spot that formed on Mikasa’s underwear. You could smell her also from being so close and the scent made your mouth water. You licked your lips as the sight. Mikasa was so wet and horny for you.

But first you needed to do something.

Slowly you began to kiss her legs. The kisses were soft and slow. You wanted Mikasa to feel loved.

Mikasa squirmed as you did this. She appreciated the gesture but she wanted your attention elsewhere. Her pussy gusted as she watched you. You continued your ministrations teasing her in the process. You kissed her calves, ankles, and even her thighs but never got close to her cunt.

After a few more minutes of this Mikasa had had enough.

“Y/N” she whispered. You looked up at her putting a fake expression of confusion.

“What’s wrong Mikasa?” Fake with concern.

The raven flushed. “You keep teasing me.”

Your expression morphed into a sly one. You looked up at her with a smirk plastered on your face. “Then tell me what you want me to do.”

Mikasa felt slightly embarrassed but she was too horny to care right now. She grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide for you. If possible her face grew more red as she pulled her underwear back to reveal her pussy.

It dripped with a slick. It had started to pool at her hole. If you watched long enough you could see her clit twitch from meeting the cool air. The sight had your own pussy flutter.

“I want your mouth on me.” Her words made you groan. This was the push you needed. Mikasa all prettily spread out for you, her underwear completely soaked through, and her little sighs as she waited for you to make your move.

It wasn’t long as you made quick work of her underwear, tossing it in the same general direction of her bra from before.

You moved your face close to Mikasa’s pussy but were still too far to do anything. Your eyes looked over her glistening folds and blew on her lightly. She let out a little whine and you watched her clit give a twitch. The movement of the little bud made you giggle. Mikasa’s body was so cute.

Mikasa squirmed from your gaze being on her for so long. She was starting to grow impatient and embarrassed. You should probably get started. You needed a moment because it was just so much fun teasing her.

Without any warning you licked a long stride up her cunt.

“Fuck.” Mikasa gasped. You eagerly lapped at her folds running your tongue from the top to the bottom with concentration. Mikasa moaned and her body withered under your ministrations. You wanted to really taste her.

The feeling of your tongue on her was one that left her constantly out of breath. You were a menace, a skilled one. Each time you ate Mikasa out she swore that a piece of her would die and ascend. It must be to heaven because she sure felt like she entered the cloud palace when you were between her legs.

There wasn’t much noise coming from Mikasa. She squirmed on the sheets and let out a hard breath every now and then. It worried you at one point but you found that she was usually quiet during sex, which is why when you heard her cry out because YOU were the one making her feel good pride would always fill your chest.

It was one of those times when Mikasa wasn’t making much noise so you took it up a notch. You completely focused on Mikasa’s clit. You rolled the firm bud in your mouth and felt it twitch against your tongue as you sucked at it.

Her thighs quivered around your head and her fingers twisted into the sheets. “Yes, like that. Feels so good.” She moaned.

She could barely open her eyes as pleasure coursed through her. It all felt so good and left her mind feeling blank. Her chest rose and fell harshly as she tried to gain composure but just simply couldn’t. It felt too good for her to comprehend.

Mikasa gave light thrusts into your mouth but would stop and then start again. It seemed to be a constant battle with herself. Did she want to be closer to you or farther away? Your tongue felt so good on her but too much at the same time. Her body just couldn’t make up its mind.

So you made the choice for her.

Your arms curled around her thighs and pulled her closer. Tentatively, you moved your tongue lower to her hole, licking at her entrance slowly. The motion had her whine above you. It seemed that you made more slick pool at the base of her cunt. You played with the rim of her hole and without any warning plunged your tongue inside of her.

“Oh fuck!” Mikasa threw her head back and arched.

Immediately there was the feeling of fingers threading through your hair. You barely did anything and Mikasa was already trying to shove your face farther into her pussy. You had no issue with it. You used the hold you already had on her thighs and if possible spread her legs wider to give you better access.

Her walls clenched around your tongue, fluttering whenever you wiggled it in the slightest. She let out small gasps and soft moans which were music to your ears. The scent of Mikasa was strong. Her musk filled your nostrils and made your mouth water. You loved how she smelled. The way she tasted was even better.

Mikasa has always tasted sweet to you. There was always a hint of bitterness but you barely tasted it if at all. Another moan erupted from her, this one louder than the last. The sounds Mikasa made was something you could listen to on repeat. There were so many things that made you love to eat Mikasa out. It was your favorite thing to do in the bedroom.

The feeling of your own slick starting to pool in your underwear. Oh, that was another thing. Eating Mikasa out heavily turned you on.

One of your hands inched its way downwards to your own underwear. Your underwear was completely soaked and your slick was practically dripping down your thighs. To be fair you had been so focused on Mikasa you had been neglecting yourself.

You pushed past your own waistband and began to finger yourself. You could feel how your own walls clung to your finger and added a second one. You were so wet you were able to fit in two of your fingers immediately. You thrusted them in and out of yourself quickly as your thumb moved in circles on your clit. The feeling made your toes curl and you moaned into Mikasa making the raven throw her head back in return.

It wasn’t going to be much longer before both of you finished. Your tongue thrusts had begun to get sloppy and the raven above you was a mess. Everything felt so hot and both you and Mikasa were so sweaty. She had gotten much louder then she had been before which was a tell tale sign she was gonna cum.

Mikasa’s face was scrunched up in pleasure and her body had begun to stiffen up. “I’m so close.” She whined out.

You pulled your face away from her. The raven panted as she looked down at you in confusion. A sign of desperation and want was etched in her features. You lifted your other hand that had been clawing at Mikasa’s thigh and plunged your middle finger inside of her.

She moaned loudly and practically screamed when you then placed your thumb on her clit. You couldn’t help but get disappointed that Mikasa wouldn’t be cumming in your mouth or on your strap but those would be plans for another day.

Your finger wiggled around until you finally found her G-spot. You abused the internal button until Mikasa started to spasm. “C-Cumming!”

Her walls squeezed around your digits tightly and her eyes rolled back. You slowly stopped playing with her clit and helped her through her orgasm. When you removed your fingers a thin line of slick connected you to her pussy.

Mikasa’s whole body seemed to deflate as she laid on your bed. She huffed and puffed trying to get her breathing back to a normal level. She was spent. Now it was your turn.

It wasn’t going to take much.

You laid back on your spot on the floor and started to thrust in yourself again. You had subconsciously paused your own pleasure to push Mikasa over the edge. This had set you back some. You rubbed and fingered yourself but it didn’t seem to build up, it just wasn’t enough anymore.

You're not sure when but Mikasa had somehow regained her composure and moved down on the floor with you. You were trying desperately to get some pleasure. “Let me help.” She said, She removed your hands from yourself and got down to the level of your pussy.

Was she about to? No. Would she?

Your question was answered quickly as Mikasa latched her mouth onto your clit. A loud moan escaped you but that was the first to come. Mikasa put her fingers inside you going in and out.

Like you thought it wasn’t long before you were back on the verge of cumming. Mikasa’s fingers felt so good rubbing against your walls. At some point she found your G-Spot and whenever she rubbed the sponge area it had your eyes rolling back. The rubber band you felt in your belly was ready to snap.

Something about this time felt different but it became a small thought at the back of your head.

“Mika I’m gonna-” You weren’t able to finish as your orgasm came over you. You're not sure when you closed your eyes but all you saw was white behind your eyelids. Your whole body arched and convulsed. It was slightly muted to your own ears but you could hear yourself making noise of some kind.

After you were thoroughly through your orgasm it took a few seconds for your brain to switch back on again.

When you opened your eyes Mikasa’s half of her face was wet and dripping slightly. What happened? What did you do?

“I made you squirt babe.” She licked her lips. Oh, since when were you able to squirt? You’ve never done that before.

Mikasa sat herself upright, “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t either.” you said as you looked sheepishly at her. You grabbed one of your shirts that had been cast aside much earlier and handed it to Mikasa.

She wiped her face and the two of you kissed. You could taste yourself in Mikasa’s mouth but didn’t mind. Both of you stood up and made your way over to the bed. You were both disgustingly sweaty but you needed to wash the bedsheets anyways

Mikasa and you both flopped on the bed and got comfortable. You cuddled up to one another and then thunder clapped startling you both. Right there was a thunderstorm outside which reminded you.

You turned over to Mikasa, “I know we’re both gross but do you wanna finish baking that cake? You taste wonderful but strawberry cake sounds really good right now.”

Y’all idk if I can write that much for all these requests. Gosh dang this thing took a lot of brain power to come up with 😭. Also I appreciate criticism it helps a lot!

Anyway, I do hope you like it. I’m a little self-conscious about the actual smut part but it is what it is. Let me know if I missed anything for the warning. On to the next request!

[kykyonthemoon]

Sudden Rain

Your plan to see a meteor shower on his birthday was canceled because of a sudden rain.

── .✦ Xavier x Female Reader|MC

♡︎. Tags: short, flashfic, R16 - MDNI - suggestive themes

♡︎. Word count: 700w

♡︎. This little piece is my entry to a LaD Hotel Discord event.

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The day of October 16th passed smoothly, with plenty of laughing, exactly as you had hoped. Plans for Xavier's birthday proceeded well, from the surprise at Philo Flower Shop with Jeremiah's assistance to the excursion to Moonfall Bay, the handwritten letter personally delivered at the Time Post Office, and the incredibly romantic dance under the moon. You also heard Xavier confess his sincere feelings. To end such a wonderful day like this there was only one more thing left.

You had checked the weather forecast online in advance and knew that there would be a meteor shower that night. It was easy to witness in Moonfall Bay. You were expecting meteors, but after your kiss with Xavier, chilly rain started falling. 

"Oh!"

You suddenly shouted and reached out to catch each raindrop. Xavier also raised his head to the sky. 

“It's raining.” 

Like many others, you quickly grabbed Xavier's hand to find shelter. The unexpected downpour ruined your meteor-watching plans. In addition, the rain continued to fall heavily throughout the night. 

“I'm sorry… I intended to watch the meteor shower with you, but…”

Xavier softly clasped your hand and said, "This is already the best birthday I've ever had."

You waited awhile, but the rain refused to cease, so you decided to return to the hotel room you had reserved. It was festival season at Moonfall Bay, so getting a hotel was quite tough. Fortunately, you managed to get the only room left, and Xavier was more than willing to share with you, even if it meant sleeping on the sofa.

As soon as you opened the door, you were very surprised to see that inside the small room were many unlit candles and lights. A lovely cake was displayed on a tiny table in the center of the room. That must have been a present from the hotel once they learned about your plans to celebrate Xavier's birthday that day. Even though you could not watch the meteor shower, a small party with just the two of you here was always delightful. 

Xavier let you change first. However, after entering the bathroom, you realized that you had forgotten to bring clean clothes. You wrapped a cotton towel around your body in a set of lingerie and walked out.

The room had been illuminated. Xavier stood with his back to you, holding little fragments of light like fireflies. He lit up candles and lights. And you could see his back adhered to the damp shirt after he removed his vest. Hearing your footsteps, he turned around.

The buttons on Xavier's shirt had been removed, displaying his soaked abs in the faint glow of the lamps, candles, and lights made by his Evol. Raindrops were still flowing from his hair, down his neck, chest and abdomen. Your face reddened yet it was difficult to look away.

Xavier was also very surprised to see you in that state. He asked: “Finished?”

“No… I forgot something.” You replied. Afraid he might catch a cold, you took a clean towel and wrapped it around his neck. “At least dry your hair first.”

“My hands are full,” Xavier replied with a small smile. You looked at the new lights emerging from there. “Would you mind?”

You knew full well that Xavier was just making excuses to get you to take care of him. However, this made you extremely pleased. You motioned for him to lean down and begin drying his hair. 

Xavier stood near you. So close. His hot breath blew on your exposed neck and shoulders, making you feel ticklish.

Before you knew it, Xavier had placed his hand on you. He drew you closer till his lips left a burn mark on your ear.

“Seeing you like this, I'm glad we didn't get to see the meteor shower.”

You smiled and gently pushed Xavier away. “Dry yourself.”

You then swiftly stole some cream off the adjoining cake. You swiped it onto Xavier's face. He frowned.

You glided your finger and ran a long line of cream down his neck, chest, and abdomen. Xavier reddened and quickly grasped your wrist.

"What are you doing?"

"Testing the cake," you chuckled. At that point, Xavier tugged you toward him, brought your cream-stained finger to his lips and gently bit it. 

"You—!"

"Then I… want to taste it too…"

[allthelovenina]

Random headcanons of Levi Ackerman x reader

Warnings: none, afab reader

-How you two got closer?

When Farlan and Isabel passed away, he stood by their graves for a very long time in the rain. However, he wasn't alone there all the time but rather had someone by his side after a while. A soldier whose name he didn't clearly remember. He had met this person and had seen them a few times during the training and in the mess hall but never had a real interaction with her, however, he had already noticed her because she was just so clean. Her boots were always polished, and her clothes never had a stain on them, her hair was clean, and on top of all of that, she was the only one who dedicated time and energy to cleaning the place voluntarily. She put the flowers on their graves and stood in silence next to Levi as the raindrops were falling on her hair and her clothes were getting drenched.

She stood next to him in silence until he decided he had to go. He faced her. "You didn't have to." It was his way of thanking her, she assumed. "I want to give my comrades a proper goodbye. Plus, I...didn't want to leave you alone." She continued."Don't get it the wrong way, I know what it's like to...lose your loved ones. I assume you only had them, but...just so you know, you're not left alone in this world." Levi remained silent. In truth, he did appreciate her kindness. However, he was deep in thought about how scared he was from being left alone. He didn't mind being alone, but being left alone was a whole different story, and now it felt like she was bringing him out of that pit of agony. However, he was too overwhelmed to process anything. The next thing he knew was that he landed himself a few "friends" and perhaps a family, his squad and comrades.

How did he find out he had feelings for you?

As the days turned into weeks and weeks were poured into months, he found her presence warming. Despite the December leaves falling and the chill creeping into every corner of the HQ, he felt a little flare, warming up his heart every time he saw her smile. However, these feelings were so strange to him that he never acknowledged them.

It was December, the new year was just around the corner and the training was cancelled though to the harsh weather. Levi found it ridiculous. 'Soldiers must know how to survive in such weather.' Though the temperature was nothing new to him, since the underground was either too hot or too cold, the snow covering the field was something he had never seen. He sipped the hot tea as he watched the snow covered land.

"Levi!" It was her. He turned to the voice, somehow curious. "What is it?" She smiled, same flare warmed his chest up. "I wanna show you something. Come on now!" She grabbed his arm. "Hey! Let me finish my tea first." It was too late, he was already dragged to another room.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone screamed as she opened the door. "Happy birthday, Levi!" He stood there speechless for a moment or two, overwhelmed with everything he was processing, before he knew it a cake was brought close to his face with candles on it. "Make a wish!" Hange said loudly. He looked at you and he wished he hadn't. Cause that damn flare was now a burning fire in his chest. Did she always look like a painting by a famous artist, hanging on the walls of a museum in Wall Sina?

Damn it. This was not normal.

"Come on, Levi! Close your eyes and make a wish. Blow the candle once you made your wish." She instructed him and he followed. Once he blew his candle Hange asked him "What did you wish for?" His expression remained stoic "For this place to be clean one day." He lied, but it was believable enough. What he actually wished was for her to be happy and healthy all the time. He had one wish and spent it on her. "By the way..." he said "Thank you all. You didn't have to."

-How does he show his affection?

He doesn't. Or at least he desperately tries not to. But he can't have his new expensive tea which he bought from Trost District without her. She just has to try it. It gets on his nerves, but the tea doesn't feel right when he isn't having it with her.

His gaze softens when he speaks to her. His expression is less intense and if you listen really closely you can hear the small, tiny hint of joy and softness, the kind of tone which you hear when someone is talking to a baby. Of course, it's not obvious to anyone, even himself.

In the early days of confronting his feelings, he tried to distance himself from her. Perhaps it was a matter of attachment. If he escaped from her, maybe her presence wouldn't haunt him. Despite being successful at avoiding her physically, he could never escape from her. She lived in his mind rent-free.

One night, he tossed his legs as he tried to get some sleep, tonight, like the nights before, she was in his thoughts. He decided to get some fresh air. As he left the room, he saw her in the common kitchen, and he gasped. Not too loudly. She smirked "Did I scare you?" He frowned "No. What the hell are you doing at this hour in the kitchen?" She pouted, and his heart melted once again. "I couldn't sleep, duh."

He glanced for a moment and sighed. "Want some tea?" She smiled. "Yes please." As he started preparing the tea, she started speaking hesitantly. "Uhm...I wanna talk to you." He faces her with confusion. "Are you mad at me? Did I do anythig wrong?" Levi swore he heard her voice trembling "I mean...you've been really avoiding. I...just wanna apologize."

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

He never meant to upset her, but there she was pouting and just so soft for him. His heart dropped, it came to him at that moment how selfish he had been. Never ever was he going to avoid her or do anything to make her look like this. Of course, she wasn't crying or anything but there was just something broken in her voice, a hint of sadness. Levi would've rather have his head rubbed in mod than seeing her like this.

"No, you did nothing wrong...I was just...didn't want to talk to anyone that's all, nothing personal." He grabbed the cups and poured some tea into them. "Here." He put the cup on the table.

Suffer, instead of seeing her suffer, cause that would be less painful.

[crystalandparrot]

The Hardest Trial

A Gravity Falls Reader Insert

Part 1: The Frilly Guy Upstairs

Bill is OOC!! He will be growing as a character that he probably wouldn't otherwise and if you have a problem with it, don't read. It's not a romantic story, it's just what I thought would happen if he was FORCED into this situation. This is an insert, I was gonna make it into an OC, but I don't know if people want that. If you do, I'll switch it up. Enjoy :)

"Look, from one God to another, who cares I tried to kill those brothers? They're all ants, it's all a game. Let's press restart and try again! I'm too cool and fun to die, just give this angle one more Tri."

With a sigh, the AXOLOTL spoke, "You cannot regrow through denial. You'll have to face my hardest trial. See my program to the end then you may yet live again."

Bill laughed, pain erupting through his body as he giggled. "What? Am I fighting demons? Eating ghosts?"

"You're getting what you need the most. One way to absolve your crimes. To change your form will take some time." The AXOLOTL blinked slowly.

Bill felt a white, tingly feeling start at his feet and crawl up. Bill couldn't believe his luck! Man this salamander was an idiot! All he had to do was fake a tear or too and he was home free! Whatever kind of challenge it was Bill could handle it! He was UNDEFEATED in combat, there's no way he wouldn't win. With a joyful expression, Bill shook the AX's hand. It was a deal!

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For the first time in his existence, Bill was awoken peacefully with quiet music. He sluggishly blinked his eye opened—popping it open when he felt a squeeze around his body. Frantically, Bill looked around, pupil narrowing on a chubby arm hugging him to a small, plushy body—a baby.

"WHAT?!" Bill shouted suddenly, ripping himself from the chubby arms of the sleeping infant. As suspected, the baby began to cry from the unpleasant disturbance. Its arms reached out, looking for its angular cuddle buddy in desperation. Fat tears rolled down the round, rosy cheeks while wails of sadness left the lips of the baby in front of Bill.

Without warning, the door burst open and in ran two humans, both frantic and sweaty. Bill recognized one of these humans, the taller woman who was holding a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. He supposed the other female was her wife or spouse of some sort, a shorter female who's eyes glanced around for any possible threat to the infant's physical form, completely on edge with a golf club in hand.

"Peri, it's fine, the baby probably just had a nightmare." The taller female walked to the crib, breath still slightly uneven.

"Well, well, well, nice to finally meet you face to face Raindrop! The name's Bill—"

"Look, she's fine." The taller female held up the baby gently.

Bill blinked at the woman and briefly flushed red, "Look, lady, I don't take kindly to being ignored—"

"Yeah, I guess." The shorter female (Peri, if Bill recalled correctly) dropped the club and approached the two humans.

"Mindscape. It's still the Mindscape..." Bill said flatly. He closed his eye and rubbed the eyelid, much like how Ford used to rub the bridge of his nose when his glasses started to hurt. "Alright, I can work with Mindscape. I just have to enter a mind of an innocent, impressionable being and influence them to forever serve their one lord and master for all eternity." Bill snapped his fingers, "Piece of cake."

Hearing a giggle, Bill's pupil shot over to the small human that was being gently placed in the crib. He floated over to the crib, joining the parents gazing upon the chubby flesh bag. Once Bill peered over the railing, the baby's eyes shot to him and a large, boneless smile stretched on the baby's fat cheeks. With "grabby" hands to Bill, the baby began forming the letter B and mimicking the sound of said letter.

"Aww, you want your Baba?" The tall woman asked, giving the baby a yellow pacifier. The baby took it gratefully and dropped its arms, but its eyes still stared intensely at Bill.

"Okay, get some sleep, sunspot." The smaller woman kissed the infant on the cheek and began walking out of the room with her partner. "Have you talked to your mom recently?"

"Last week. I have to call her again today, maybe invite her over."

"That'd be nice, I miss Shermie."

Bill was more preoccupied with this infant than the conversation, wondering why this thing of ALL beings in the universe could see him while he lacked a physical form. Soon enough the round doe eyes of the infant closed, its constant sucking on the pacifier lulling it to sleep with comforting familiarity. Only once Bill could hear even breathing from the baby that he could give himself the will to float away.

There had to be something that explained why he was there...but as Bill searched room by room, phasing through walls and drawers for some semblance of a clue, his hope began to die down. Maybe this was the AX's trial, figuring out why he's here. This wasn't Gravity Falls (not that Bill minded, he'd prefer not to be encased by the natural weirdness laws...again), which meant he was no where near his old form, so why?

Bill peeked into the living room, seeing the two women cuddling on the pastel yellow couch, not his favorite shade, but they had nice taste. They were looking into a large family album. They looked to be halfway through it, a picture of Sixer's college gradutation, the nerd was standing there with his PhD(s) in hand and a large stupid smile on his cheeks. Next were two pictures, one of the T.V with Stanley presenting the "Rip-off", the next was an arm, red and splotchy, with the words underneath, 'It gave me rashes'.

"You ever think about calling?" Peri asked, glancing up at her spouse from the spot on her shoulder.

"Sometimes, but I haven't spoken to anyone from that side of my family since my Uncle Stanley died." The taller spouse turned the page. It was a baby picture with the words, "Our little Sunspot : August 30th, 2004"...that was the baby that was currently sleeping in the crib...but that could only mean...

Bill quickly glanced around the room and flew towards the kitchen when he found it. He looked around and finally spotted a classic human time tracker-a calendar. The date most recently crossed off was February 20th, 2005. So either Bill was dealing with some people who really needed to update their decor...

Or Bill went back in time.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Through The Echoes.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count:1,025

He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

Taking a little break from writing A Slice Of Life to take part in the Stranger Prompts, courtesy of @bettyfrommars , @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing

Eddie Munson Masterlist // Masterlist

Two months, that's how long ago Eddie's funeral had been. There hadn't even a body in that dark wood casket, just a bouquet of white roses and guitar pick on a chain necklace set on top of the casket as it was lowered into the ground.

It had been a quiet gathering of people, his uncle Wayne, who still believed his poor nephew had lost his life to the devastation of the so-called earthquake, and you, and his new-found group of friends who knew the much stranger truth.

Robin wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders as you shook with quiet sobs, holding your head in your hands, knowing that you would never get the chance to ever see Eddie again. To tell him what he means to you. To tell him how you feel for him way deeper than friends do.

That was two months ago.

The rain patters heavily against the windows as you tie your hair back, getting yourself ready for bed, taking one last longing look at the picture sitting on your dressing table. It was a four picture collage of you and Eddie from a photo booth, pulling increasingly silly faces at the camera to make each other laugh. He had taken you to the fair that had come to town, showing off his skills in trying to win you the giant stuffed teddy, which he had done with an all-too cocky smirk.

Your heart pulls when you look at that picture, the unassuming innocence of two people who didn’t know what was waiting ahead of them.

You kiss the photo in the frame, as you had done every night, before setting it back down on your dressing table and getting into bed.

Just as you were about to reach for the book on the bedside drawer, to read a few chapters before falling into an ultimately restless sleep, you’re roused by a heavy fist knocking at your front door. The sound echoing throughout the house. You untangle yourself from the sheets and reach for your dressing gown before sliding into your slippers and padding your way downstairs.

Who could that be at this hour? And what on earth could they possibly want that it couldn't have waited until morning?

However, it wasn't the splatter of cold rain that had your blood running cold as you opened the door, no.

There, stood in the doorway was Eddie, your Eddie, clothes sodden through and caked in mud. His dark eyes are red-rimmed as though he hadn’t known a decent night's sleep in a long time. The once familiar bounce of his frizzy hair is now plastered to his skin, raindrops clinging to the wet strands.

You could scarcely believe what you were seeing. Was this some kind of sick dream that you were going to wake up from at any moment? A manifestation of your grief?

Then he spoke. As plain as day, letting you know that this wasn’t a dream, no, this was real.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” he mumbles out, sadness and exhaustion clear in his voice.

Then, as if on auto-pilot, you bring your arm around him, ushering him into your house and upstairs to your bedroom, giving him a towel to dry himself off with.

 “I-uh, I’ve still got some of your old clothes, you know so you can have something warm to change into.” you say shakily, handing him over an old Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms.

He had left a few of his things in your room from the countless times he’d stayed over, staying up with you late into the night just talking. You had fully intended on giving them back to him, but after losing him you just couldn’t bring yourself to part with them. Not when they still smelled so much like him. That familiar warm smoky scent that lingered on the soft cotton of his shirts.

The unspoken question of ‘how are you even here right now?’ hangs in the air as silence falls between you.

“Right, well I’ll give you some space to get changed.” you tell him as you take the damp towel from his hands and take it to the laundry hamper down the hall.

When you return to your room you see him as he’s pulling the t-shirts hem down his body, your eyes catching on the sliver of skin, the angry red scratches and splotchy purple bruises that litter his body.

The silence between you both is awful. You used to be able to talk about everything and anything, no topic was off the table, conversation with Eddie was so easy.

“I guess I owe you an explanation, and by God I wish I could give it to you, I really do, but I just don’t know what happened to me.”

“Eddie..” you start, but what were you going to say to that? Where have you been all this time? I thought you were dead? Everyone’s missed you. I’ve missed you. 

“I don’t remember anything, all I could remember is you, and I don’t know, just the thought of you brought me comfort when I felt lost and alone, and I knew that I had to find you. That I had to come back to you.” he said, his shoulders slumping as his head hangs down, hiding his face from you with his dark shaggy hair.

“Eddie, look at me, please.” you say with a steady breath falling from your lips. “Whatever you need, I’m going to be here for you. I’m going to help you, okay? I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you ever again, I swear.” 

“I don’t know if you can help me.” he sounds so scared and unsure of himself and it shatters your heart to pieces. “I keep hearing things, and seeing things that I don’t understand and everything just always feels so fucking dark.”

You wrap your arm around his cold, frail and bony frame, pulling him closer to your warmth.

“We’ll figure something out, I promise.” you chance a gentle kiss to his shoulder. “We’ll do this together.” 

@penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson @paybacksawitch @ali-r3n @seatnights @raccoonboywrites

[kaiijo]

SUGARY SWEET — GOJO SATORU

pairing: gojo satoru x gn! reader content: pining, confessions, mentions of eating notes: highly unedited, this has been in my drafts for ages so

you really couldn’t understand why gojo was staring at you (well, is it staring when he wears his blindfold?), slack-jawed and obviously scandalized. “what?” you ask him. “all i said was that i never really had sweets growing up.”

it’s true; you grew up in one of the lesser clans, one that bowed to the whims of the great zen’in, kamo, and — of course — gojo clans. your parents had been pretty strict about what you did, including what you ate, with your mother always going on and on about how the artificial sugars were unhealthy and would rot your teeth so most of your desserts consisted of fruits in season. you didn’t really mind, but gojo’s making you think that you’re mildly insane for that. 

“so you’ve never tried raindrop cake?”

“no.”

“taiyaki?”

“no.”

gojo pauses and takes a deep breath. “what about mochi?”

“nope,” you say with a shrug. “i’ve already told you, gojo, i wasn’t allowed to eat sweets. my mother always said it would have messed with my cursed technique or something like that.”

gojo frowns. “well, that’s just bullshit. clear your schedule, we’ve got a field trip!”

you reply, “we have classes to teach.”

in an instant, gojo whips out his phone and taps out a message with lightning-fast fingers. when he ceremoniously thumbs at the screen one last time, he flips his phone around to show you a text blast he sent to all your students. 

YOUR FAVORITE SENSEI [8:23 AM]: classes canceled today! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!

you give him an unimpressed look and say, “yaga’s never going to let that fly.”

gojo leans closer with a conspiratorial smirk. at this distance, you can smell the mint gum he had been chewing earlier on his breath. he lifts his blindfold off with one finger, showcasing those bright blue eyes and says, “who said anything about telling him?” gojo grins when you feel your cheeks start to heat and continues, “change into something cute and meet me at the front gates!” 

with a pat on the head, he turned on his heel and went whistling out of the school building. you obey gojo’s instructions, changing out of your sorcerer’s uniform and into something more casual. gojo’s already at the gates when you arrive, leaning against the structure. he swapped his blindfold for his signature black sunglasses, the frames sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looks you up and down. 

you feel suddenly self-conscious as you surreptitiously glance down at your clothes. “something wrong with my outfit?”

he shakes his head. “no, no. i just don’t think i’ve ever seen you out of your uniform.”

“ah.”

he straightens up and bows in a grand gesture. “onwards to the city!”

you walk past him and towards the train station that would take you to tokyo’s metro area. as you trudge ahead, you completely miss the redness to gojo’s ears and the extra bounce in his step. 

you buy your tickets at the station and when you board, gojo sits across from you, long legs bumping into yours as he stretches. you swat them away and ask, “couldn’t you have just teleported us to tokyo? why’re we on the train?”

gojo replies, “what’s the fun in that? it’s the journey, not the destination. besides, train travel’s romantic, don’t you think?” he looks over his frames at you and you try to calm your quickening heart.

the train pulls into tokyo metro station and gojo practically drags you out, weaving through the tourists and tired salarymen (“hey,” he says, pointing at one that looks particularly fed up, “doesn’t that guy look like nanamin?”) until you reach a storefront that’s a pale, bubblegum pink. the chalkboard outside has a cutely drawn manga cat girl and boasts “japan’s best treats!” in bubble letters. 

gojo throws the door open and stands in front of the hostess. you definitely don’t miss the way her eyes light up, practically vibrating with excitement as she eyes him unabashedly. something sour courses through your body as she chirps, “haven’t seen you here in a while, sir.”

you make a face. sir? gojo offers her a charming smile, tilting his head and letting his sunglasses slip down his nose again. “i’ve been busy,” he says, throwing an arm around your shoulder. she startles a little when her eyes land on you, like it’s the first time she’s realizing there’s another person here. 

her smile tightens when gojo asks, “would you mind finding us a table?”

you can feel the animosity radiating off of her as she gives a much less cheery, “sure. right this way,” and brings you two to a table at the wide window that looks out onto the cherry-blossom lined streets. she practically slams your menu down while passing gojo one politely, bowing woodenly and scurrying back to the hostess podium. 

gojo doesn’t even bother looking at the menus when the waiter comes over to the table. before he can even say anything, gojo declares, “we’ll take one of everything, please!”

you gawk at him. there had to be at least twenty items… there’s no way— “coming right up!” chimes the waiter as he goes off to place your orders before you could stop him. 

“why would you do that?” 

gojo answers, “we have to make up for years of a sugarless childhood!”

“but this is twenty-seven—”

“just trust me on this, okay?”

“fine.”

the desserts all come out together — plates and plates of pastel-colored sweets and clear jellies injected with vibrant colors — and you’re a little embarrassed as the rest of the establishment watches your waiter pull over another table to fit everything. 

gojo claps his hands together, grinning like a kid in the candy story (technically, he is). “which one do you want to try first?”

your eyes take in all the items and you want to be excited to try them, but it just looks like a pastel color wheel threw up on your frilly tablecloth. instead, you tell gojo, “you choose. you know better than me.”

stroking his chin thoughtfully, gojo points at a pink mochi shaped like a cat. “these are limited-edition! try these!”

you gingerly pinch the little rice cake between your fingertips, examining it from paw to whisker before you (savagely) bite off half the cat-mochi’s face. the taste of strawberries bursts across your tongue and spreads through your mouth, paired with the undeniable sweetness of way too much sugar. 

you can’t stop the pleased hum that leaves your lips and you pointedly ignore gojo’s proud simper as you chomp away at the second half of the cat. he practically pushes a raindrop cake at you next, a refreshing coolness from the cloyingly sweet mochi and the following bitterness of the melting matcha ice cream. 

you don’t know how much time has passed until you and gojo have eaten through the twenty-something sweet treats he ordered. (it’s twenty-nine, but who’s counting). you feel like your teeth might just fall off from the sheer amount of sucrose you consumed — maybe your mother hadn’t simply been trying to scare you off when she mentioned your teeth rotting from sugar… 

still, you as you two make your way back to the train station, you concede: “okay, i’ll admit the sweets were pretty good, but i think my mouth needs a month to recover.”

you mentally applaud gojo’s restraint in not making a ‘that’s what she said’ joke, a habit he passed to yuuji recently that you’ve made a mental note to break. instead, he replies, “guess you’ll have to start that recovery a little later because…” gojo pauses for dramatic effect before he reaches behind him and produces a small white cake box wrapped in blue string. “i’ve still got one more thing for you to try!”

“gojo, i think we tried all their cakes there.”

“no, no, no! this one’s special! open it!” he shoves it into your chest. 

cautiously, you let the strings fall away and you crack the lid open to see a neatly frosted blue cake with white lettering that asks: “go on a date with me please?” and beside it is a chibi-headed version of gojo, rendered in blue frosting, with a pleading look on its face. 

you glance up at him from the cake in suspicion. “are you joking?”

he raises an eyebrow. “no. these are my feelings. i really mean it. i want to take you out on a date.”

you blink at him and then the cake and back at him and the train in pulling into the station. you both wordlessly step on and it’s a surprisingly silent ride back, boring without gojo’s constant commentary about the going-ons around him. you don’t particularly mind the quiet, save for the whooshing of the train, as you mull over gojo’s proposal.

it’s… flattering. really, really flattering.

you bite back a smile, still staring down at the cake box. 

it’s only when you return to the schoolgrounds that you say, “i’d love to go on a date with you, gojo.”

he snorts, “it took you that long to consider?”

“on second thought…”

“no, wait! there are no take-backs!”

[jazziesanura]

Petrichor

Poly Pairing: Hitoshi x Denki x Reader

Summa: Sheltered at home during a thunderstorm, the trio reflect, encounter their fears, and treasure the warm touch they all provide.

Word Count: 694

Alarum: Fluffy cuddles and innermost thoughts. Fear of lighting, light trauma. All characters are in their twenties. Minors skedaddle!

Author's Note: This is the first of two parts that will later be released. Petrichor is the smell before the rain. The more you know. The song used is Rain by BTS. Well worth the listen and I'd highly suggest, reading the translation also.

Hitoshi's arms held them both to his chest, both on each side of him. He couldn't sleep. At this point, neither of them could. They'd quit trying after the first grumblings of the storm. He was the first to smell it arriving. He knew their night would be long. It was a smell he'd come to love as a boy. It made the walls of his house all the sweeter in the dreary weather.

Other kids, they'd call him weird. Why would he like it when the sun was gone? It stopped their playing and showing off their quirks. He could breathe when the rain came. He didn't have to be afraid of accidentally manipulating someone just by words he carelessly spoke. It allowed him to think.

Hitoshi held his little partners closer to himself, pressing a kiss to both of their heads—lingering a while. Sleepless as he was, he was warm. Just as he was those days in his youth all alone.

Crack.

Denki thought it was impossible. How do you smell rain coming? Hitoshi had tried to describe the aroma to him and for the longest time he thought that his own nose was broken or his boyfriend had another quirk that he wasn't telling him about. Earthy, he described it. But anytime he thought of earthy smells was when he'd played in mud years ago, making mud cakes for his Pops. Nonetheless, Denki and {Y/N} found themselves countless times dependent on the nose of their very tired boyfriend. Hitoshi often times was always able to tell the certainty of rain better than the meteorologist on the TV.

Drip drop drip.

Denki's golden eyes stared through the window with a bulgy pout. Rain. It rendered him useless. Each flash of light that illuminated their faces, disrupting the erratic pattern of rain, made him hold his breath. It burned in his lungs, made his nerves crackle and pop. Denki shifts around and tucks his face into the crook of Hitoshi's neck as his heart silently races in his chest. Even if his partners couldn't hear it, he sang the one song that rain often reminded him of.

"Rain, in this rain, in this rain..."

Drip drop crack drip.

{Y/N} stared at their entangled limbs and wondered to herself how exactly they fit together as they did. She took turns tracing the lines on their palms and compared their sizes. She traced both of her palms, her own touch tickled her skin—small and soft, almost mistaken for a baby's.

She traced Denki's palm lines and grazed over the feathering marks of electricity speckled on all around his fingers. They adorned his slender and long fingers with their fern-like patterns, spreading round and round. {Y/N} pressed her palm against his and watched Denki close his hand around hers, giving her a small squeeze. He was so warm.

Once her blond boyfriend began to snore, she pries her hand from his and fights the sleep weighing down on her eyelids. She blinks slowly and traces the lines on Hitoshi's palm. So calloused and large, it could easily swallow both of their hands all together. And yet, she felt safer than ever with his eyes looking down at her. Distracting herself like this was just what she needed.

Silence.

Could it—would this rain shower be the last or the first of many?

On and on, it came day after day. None of their ears could catch on to any rhyme or rhythm of the raindrops. It came heavy, it came light. At times the couple wanted to do nothing but sing together under the sweet shower of rain as it kissed their skin in more ways than their lips ever could. Thunder cracked his whip and shook their apartment.

The one thing about the insufferable thunderstorm was the cold it brought; bringing them closer together.

Crack.

The sound roared, but none of them jolted at the sound. It wasn't something that they had grown out of at a young age, to brave the mean ol’ storm that ruined the beauty of the day and her sunshine. It wasn't just that. They were one another’s peace.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

erm so hey😛 ik this is mad late but do u mind writing a one shot about ville and reader on valentine’s day? idk if u do nsfw or not but maybe that too? whatever ur comfortable with, thanks🫶🏼

Hot Love in Cold Finland

Ville has to get creative when the weather throws a wrench into his Valentine’s Day plans, but Y/N doesn’t exactly mind spending the day tangled up in his embrace…

Ville Valo X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.2k Words

An: Thank you so much for the request! The weather up by me has been absolutely hellacious, so a good chunk of this derives from my own fantasies stuck inside XD I also incorporated a previous request into this fic (see below)! The poem Ville reads to Y/N is a real poem, thought it hasn’t been published physically in English, so I’d be surprised if anybody recognizes it lol Anyways, thank you for requesting, and please keep sending them in!

Through Ville’s living room window flooded in this menacing, greenish-grey dim unlike the cool, blue overcast that often blanketed Helsinki, as slushy raindrops hammered on the glass. Torrential sleet, the weatherman said that morning- forget cars, it was unsafe for pedestrian traffic. And that sure threw a wrench in his plans, but Ville could get creative. Sure, your shared flat was a cramped slice of a tall, brick cake of apartment houses that lined the street, but lingering inside with your boyfriend would be anything but boring.

Silently, you watched as his black painted fingernails caressed up and down the fretboard of the old acoustic he dug up amongst the clutter. Slumping over one arm of the chaise lounge, you half dangled with your eyes closed, just listening to the soothing melodies. In the pause between Ville finishing the song and swallowing a sip of beer, you pulled yourself up with a wobble, looking at him with big lovestruck eyes, “Can you do ‘Funeral of Hearts’ again?” You asked, as if you were a kid wanting to hear one more story before bed, “S’my favorite.”

There was just something so mesmerizing about the sheer deftness of your boyfriend’s movements; music came as easily to Ville as swallowing one’s own spit. And that voice...“Oh, is it?” There was this convivial glint in his eye looking down at you, “I seem to recall you've said that about the three other songs I’ve played…Of course, my love.” Delighted at how enamored you were by him, Ville leaned in to press a gentle kiss right in front of your ear.

Later, by the time several encores had passed, your boyfriend’s mercurial interest had flitted away and he found himself idly flipping through channels. Of course, every television station was capitalizing on the holiday by airing the cheesiest of cheesy romance films. “Ooh…have you seen this one?” Ville’s piqued interest at the black and white French film he landed on was met with an undecided hum from where you nestled against him. “Come on, Y/N. This is art- high art!” While you could argue that was debatable, you didn’t really mind sitting there, trying to discern the plot through the subtitles and melodramatic acting.

But soon you felt your eyelids growing heavy, beckoned into that lovely temptation that sleep becomes in the face of European film- that, and the warm embrace of his soft T shirt that felt so nice on your face. Really, you weren't trying to be rude. But it would appear Ville didn’t mind as much as you would’ve expected, judging by the way that, just as you were drifting off, you could feel his weight lean against you barely tangibly more, lazily settling in for the next few hours.

The thought occurred to Ville to break out a bottle of nice wine or something romantic, but you had beaten him to the romantic punch. Of course you were the artsy, pretentious couple that bonded over free verse on dismal afternoons like this. Snuggled up in the warm crook of your boyfriend's arm, your eyes fluttered at the soothing murmur that lapped at your ears the way languid ocean swells move against the shore. “‘Peace on earth’…” Ville read from the paperback poetry compendium perched on his lap (that you picked out, may I add), pausing to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “‘Would you die for me?’”

And while it hurt you to peel yourself from his side, it surely hurt him more.“Do you have to go?” He asked the question as if you were shipping out to war instead of taking a trip to the kitchen. Chuckling at the whine that tinged Ville’s fleeing laconicism, you shook your hair out with a stretch, “I’m starving…” You tiptoed over the scattered debri that blanketed the floor of your boyfriend’s Helsinki flat to the cold tile.

Tucking your face in the glow of the refrigerator, you smelled your boyfriend's cigarette smoke drifting through the air before you saw him- before you felt him. With a satisfied hum, a tattooed arm slipped around your waist from behind. Ville let out a content little hum against the soft skin of your neck, the hand that wasn’t on the curve of your waist reached for a beer. Deplorably sober and clingy, he lingered behind you like it would sap his life force if you weren't touching.

Righting yourself empty handed, you spun on your heel, noses brushing noses, nearly lips. With one step, you had backed him against the cluttered countertop with a soft clatter of stale dishes. You joked, “Why don’t you call up Bam? Poor thing probably misses you.” Yeah, that’s what your boyfriend wanted to do on Valentine’s Day- talk to that little mutant.

Being so close, you could see all those fine points of his face that made you feel as if you were doing something bad by just looking at him. “That leach? He hasn't spoken to me in months.” Languid, Ville lolled his head to one side at your delicate touches, wavy hair brushing European cheekbones the way liquid night flows. He raised a thin eyebrow at your response. “Well, maybe he's busy. You have to admit, it’s sweet how much he likes you!” There was this lightness to the way you went back and forth- never serious, never intentional.

Lifting up his words with a convivial smile that belied their meaning, your boyfriend used the ring on his middle finger to pop open the bottle in his hand with a frothy hiss, “Yes, and I carried him around Helsinki for three days after he lost his shoes.” The image of Ville toting him around like some drunken monkey on his back brought a curious smile to your lips. Coy, you slid nimble fingers up the slender muscles of your boyfriend's chest, across branching collarbones, down to the muscle of his bicep. “Not that it was hard for you, no?” You know? Maybe he might give him a call later…

Your boyfriend had taken a quick survey of the scant refrigerator and decided delivery would be the way to go- You suggested, “I think the Japanese place down the road‘s open.” Watching you idly look through the restaurant flyers in the kitchen, Ville leaned over where you sat, “Sure…” Dropping his voice to that low, accent- laden purr, “Because nothing gets me more excited for a night of passionate, ravenous lovemaking than raw fish.”

While it was made entirely in jest, he couldn’t help but notice the deep red that painted your cheeks at his comment. You reached out to caress his cheek, gently pulling him down to murmur on his lips, “Maybe dinner can wait…”

[arainbowofchaos]

You're my light ✩

pair: Jungkook x reader

genre : mainly angst and a sprinkle of fluff, owing to Jungkook's charming persona :)

warnings: mentions of alcoholism, depression, agoraphobia, daddy issues and grief

word count: 9k

summary: Trapped by social anxiety within the confines of your home, your world transforms upon Jungkook's arrival, your new neighbor. Little do you know, he's not just a stranger but a figure from your past with some hidden history. Could Jungkook hold the key to mend your emotional wounds and lead you towards healing?

[A/N]: Please lemme know what you think I'm getting anxiety just posting the whole thing, kinda put my heart in it. Thank you for taking the time to read.

Emotionally wounded, you watch raindrops collide with the windowpane in your kitchen, wondering how the rain would feel on your skin. Rain is a soothing melody, a solace that you have come to cherish. Over time, this sound became comforting, like a song on repeat. On days like this, the push to do anything fades away, and the guilt dissolves.

Childhood memories of carefree puddle-splashing play in your mind, a stark contrast to your current existence. You long to regain that spirit, but stepping outside triggers a heartache. It's sad how you have become a recluse, avoiding the world. In shame, you look at your hands, still holding the knife you've been using to chop vegetables. The rain has captured your attention, making cooking an afterthought.

This routine has become your comfort zone. You no longer venture beyond your home, convinced that there's nothing worthwhile outside. You find contentment in isolating yourself from the world around you. Your sensitivity is heightened to the point that everything wounds you – every comment, gesture, and thought grazes against you, leaving scars that will never fade. You've resigned yourself to living with these wounds indefinitely, seeing no reason to expose yourself to new ones. 

Your mother had preached the importance of moving forward, but confidantes are scarce since her departure. Loneliness envelops you, and you carry your burdens alone. Pills offer fleeting relief from the pain, granting you sleep.

Your father's feelings of resentment towards you are like a cloud that comes and goes. He struggles with alcohol, which makes things even more complicated. Even though you left his home a long time ago, he still shows up at your place from time to time, causing scenes and making things difficult. His hurtful words and actions when you were younger have left deep scars, making you scared of trusting men and feeling like you don't deserve love. 

Until your new neighbor steps into your life.

One Monday morning, he rings your doorbell persistently, but you consciously choose to ignore it. The chime continues to echo, punctuating the air with its urgency, yet you remain resolute, showcasing your mastery of avoidance.

His second visit takes a different turn. Instead of ringing or knocking, he leaves a dish of hwajeon for you on your doorstep, thoughtfully covered with a plastic dome. As you bend down to retrieve the dish, a note beneath it captures your attention.

"Hey there, I'm your new neighbor. Hope we can meet soon. Jeon Jungkook."

You're speechless. No one has ever made cakes for you before this day. Neither neighbors nor family have ever shown the slightest attention since your mother passed away. On that afternoon, you indulge in three floral cakes, sitting on your couch and sipping your red berry tea. And in that moment, your heart feels a bit lighter than usual. It's strange but for once, you feel like someone actually cares.

Jungkook doesn't wait long before coming for his third visit. When he knocks this time, you open the door right away, handing him his plate. It's been cleaned and carefully wrapped in a bag. Taking the bag quickly, he looks at you with surprise in his big brown eyes.

"Hey, I'm Jungkook." 

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Thanks for the cakes... they were really good," you say, feeling a bit awkward. This kind of attention is new to you.

He grins, his dimples catching your attention. With that in mind, you take a quick look at him from top to bottom. He's tall and wears loose clothing, with piercings in his lip, ear, and eyebrow, and his arm is covered in tattoos. His underground style seems to suit him perfectly. He's definitely not your average guy.

"Thanks. I run the Kiwa Café downtown. Maybe you could drop by sometime?" 

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not really the type to go out. Have a good one."

You attempt to close the door, but he stops it with his arm. He’s got some strong arms.

"Wait, what if I bring you more treats to try? Since you don't really go out." he suggests.

You're taken aback, finding it hard to believe what you're hearing. Your expression softens as you timidly nod. Jungkook responds with a warm smile, saying, "Great, I'll drop by tomorrow with more goodies. And perhaps you could treat me to some coffee?" He playfully winks and takes a step back. His body remains turned toward you, as if he's reluctant to turn away. You thank him once more and close the door before he leaves your driveway.

You're left in a state of shock. What does this guy want? Why is he being so kind? You can't quite grasp the situation, but one thing is certain: you appreciate his way of talking to you. He effortlessly makes you feel comfortable, a rare occurrence for you.

The following day, Jungkook shows up at your door, dressed in a black crop top, a denim jacket, and blue ripped jeans. He's brought chocolate-filled hotteoks for you. You're torn between the excitement of the pancakes on your kitchen table and the delight of having Jungkook strolling through your apartment, softly singing. His presence carries a warm aura that envelops you in its positive energy.

You've fulfilled your promise and offered him a cup of coffee, complete with a metallic pink plate and a dessert fork. He finds the color charming, and you blush because compliments about your tableware are a rarity. As you both savor the sweet treats and chat, you learn more about each other. You find out that he's a lifelong resident of Busan and that he chose to move out of his parents' house because his brunch restaurant is thriving. The business is doing so well that he's been able to hire additional staff. He's looking to create more space in his life to enjoy moments outside of work.

When he asks you why you no longer leave your home, you honestly reply that there is nothing waiting for you and that you are content with the way things are. He listens without passing any judgment, a quality you greatly appreciate.

As your conversation drifts to cooking and books, you uncover that he's a sensitive and humorous individual, incapable of harboring negative judgments against others. Talking to him feels effortless; he has a way of making you feel at ease and never foolish. His voice carries a gentle cadence. He speaks slowly, ensuring that each word glides smoothly from his lips. There's no rush, just like the soothing sound of raindrops tapping against your window. It dawns on you that you could easily become accustomed to the comforting sound of Jungkook's voice filling the air as he talks to you.

Your conversation is abruptly disrupted by a forceful knock on the door, and your heart clenches as you apprehensively consider the potential visitor. In an instant, your father enters without warning, causing your heart to race. His surprise is unmistakable as he takes in the sight of Jungkook in your kitchen.

"Who's this guy?" Your father snaps, his gaze fixed directly on Jungkook. His anger radiates palpably, and you can easily discern the influence of alcohol in his slurred speech.

You remain silent, feeling deeply uncomfortable and shocked. Jungkook notices your immediate tensing as he enters. Just moments ago, you were just fine, but now it's painfully clear that this new arrival is unwelcome. Since you don't respond and seem terrified, Jungkook decides to speak up.

"I'm Jungkook, your new neighbor. And you?" Jungkook stands up and extends his hand to your father, who responds with a forceful strike rather than a handshake. You shiver from head to toe, feeling helpless in finding the right words to say.

"Get the hell outta here!" the man continues aggressively. However, Jungkook appears entirely unimpressed; he's determined to understand who this man is to you and won't leave you alone with him unless you confirm it's your wish.

"Y/N, you good?" Jungkook's concern shows. Tears well up in your eyes, and no sound emerges from your mouth. You feel like you can't breathe; a panic attack takes hold, and you're desperately trying to calm yourself.

"And she's crying again, what a mess!" your father curses. Those words are enough to prompt Jungkook to take a step forward, his tone resolute but composed.

"Sir, I'd appreciate it if you left now," Jungkook addresses your father calmly. "Y/N needs some space, and I think it's best for all of us if you give her that."

Your father's face turns red with anger, and his frustration becomes even more evident. He clenches his fists, and for a moment, it feels like he's about to explode. "An' who do ya even think y'are, tellin' me how t'handle my own family?" he fires back, his voice rising.

Jungkook maintains his composure, though a trace of concern flickers in his eyes. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I just want to help. Y/N deserves a bit of calm right now," he says, his tone even.

Your father's anger escalates into a scene. He raises his voice, exclaiming, "I dun' need no stra-nger tellin' me 'bout my own daugh-ter!" His words reverberate in the room, thickening the tension.

Jungkook keeps his gaze on your father, his patience unwavering. "I'm not here to lecture anyone. I'm just asking for a bit of understanding."

After a heated exchange of words, your father lets out an exasperated sigh and storms out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. The room is left in an uneasy stillness, the weight of the confrontation lingering in the air. You're now alone with Jungkook, your heart still racing from the encounter.

Jungkook returns his attention to you, his expression softening. "Hey, you're okay. He's gone now. Just take deep breaths, alright? You're safe."

His words provide a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. You manage to steady your breathing, focusing on Jungkook's reassuring presence.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice still trembling.

Your new neighbor offers a gentle smile. "No need to thank me. I'm just here to make sure you're okay."

Without a word, Jungkook takes a step closer, his intention clear. You feel a warmth emanating from him, an unspoken gesture of support.

And then, in a moment of profound understanding, his arms envelop you in a gentle embrace. You welcome it, allowing yourself to lean into the hug, feeling his comforting presence wrap around you. Your hands find their place around his small waist, fingers curling slightly.  It's been years since you've been hugged. Feeling Jungkook against you, his black curls tickling your face, his scent—a blend of orange and passion flower—is intoxicating.

...

The recent days have brought a wave of happiness, unlike any you've experienced in a long time. Jungkook has become a constant presence, visiting you almost every evening after closing his café. Each time, he arrives bearing the day's leftover treats, and you've noticed a pattern – it's almost as if he sets some items aside especially for you, given the appearance of new treats daily.

When he arrives, the two of you embark on culinary adventures together. Seeing him wear your pink apron unexpectedly charms you. He often ties his hair in a small bun, a detail you can't help but notice and find appealing. His comfort in your space is noticeable, and he respects your boundaries. He doesn't ask intrusive questions, and his curiosity never makes you uncomfortable. You feel grateful that he doesn't push for explanations after the incident with your father. 

As the days pass, Jungkook's daily visits continue, leaving you to ponder the underlying reasons behind his actions. This situation intrigues you - you perceive yourself as ordinary, yet his consistently caring behavior since the beginning prompts you to wonder what might be driving it.

It's hard for you to fathom why your new neighbor seems so determined to drop by every day. You've contemplated the possibility that his feelings might extend beyond friendship, but considering you've only known each other for a week, it's unsettling.

It's the way he gazes at you intensely when he assumes you're not looking, and how he naturally gravitates towards your presence. It's not an everyday occurrence for such an attractive individual to show active interest in you. Slowly, you find yourself beginning to rely on his company, and it leaves you feeling anxious.

Gathering your thoughts, you find the courage to ask the question that has been swirling in your mind.

"Jungkook... I gotta know, why do you come over every single day?"

Surprise lights up his eyes; it's evident that he hadn't anticipated such a direct inquiry. He clears his throat, and a slight blush graces his cheeks.

"I really enjoy hanging out with you. If my visits bug you, just let me know" he answers, his voice gentle and reassuring. He fidgets with his lip piercing, briefly averting his gaze before locking eyes with you once again, a newfound intensity behind his look. While you accept his response, an intuitive feeling suggests that there's more beneath the surface.

"How can I put this?” You start to ponder with a touch of caution. “I like having you around. But I can't help but wonder if this routine might get old for you."

He shakes his head vehemently, his gaze tinged with a hint of sadness at what you've just suggested. Then, he asserts with conviction, "I value every moment we spend together, whether it's here or anywhere else. I'd love to take you out sometime, but I don't wanna rush it. What matters is us being together like this."

His way of conveying his feelings is beautifully simple; he genuinely just wants to spend time with you. You're flattered, and your astonishment is transparent on your face – it's as if you're struggling to believe the sincerity he's displaying. As Jungkook takes a step closer, the soft scent of his cologne envelops the room, infusing the air with a comforting familiarity. He gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers warm against your skin, and looks at you with a tenderness that's impossible to misunderstand. The truth of his intention is unmistakable.

"I want you to know how amazing you are. Seriously,"  he tells you with unwavering enthusiasm. Your head unconsciously tilts toward his touch, like a flower leaning into the sunlight, and your motion garners a fond chuckle from him. "And you're super cute, too."

Even though you're not really looking for romance, you find yourself hoping to have him around as much as you can. You know that his interest might not last forever, but you're not focusing on that right now. The happiness he brings you in the present is what matters most.

This is what ultimately leads you to the decision of accepting his invitation to join him for a drink at his café.

"You know what? I've been thinking... I'd like to check out your café. See where you work," you admit, your words laced with a mixture of curiosity and eagerness.

Jungkook's face brightens, a wide grin forming on his face. His enthusiasm is palpable as he practically springs up from his seat.

"Really? That's awesome!" he exclaims, the genuine delight in his voice making your heart skip a beat. You both reach an agreement that this visit will happen before the café's opening hours. The next day, he'll come to pick you up in his car, a detail that adds a tinge of excitement to the anticipation.

...

If you were to describe Jungkook's café, you'd say it's vibrant and luminous. The space isn't huge, but it's cozy. Along the bay window's entire length, carefully arranged flower pots create a greenhouse-like atmosphere. Small tables are tucked away in this space. The use of materials, like wood and black metal, adds an industrial feel. The ambiance radiates warmth and elegance, suggesting he's tailored the café to match his personality.

From Jungkook's expression, you can tell how delighted he is that you wanted to explore his work. You understand how much energy and passion he's invested in his business. It warms your heart to see him bustling behind the counter, preparing your black sesame lattes while humming a happy tune.

When he joins you at the table nearest to the bay window, right beside the azaleas (which are so exquisite that you want to appreciate them up close), he places the two lattes on the table with utmost care. A heart-shaped milk foam graces the surface of your latte, an attention to detail that elicits another slightly quicker heartbeat from you.

Amused, Jungkook observes your contemplation of the drink, a playful glint in his eyes. You lift your gaze, your cheeks tinged with a soft blush, and you offer a genuine expression of gratitude. If he punctuates this exchange with a sly wink, it's merely to incite laughter and a fond roll of your eyes – he's become quite attuned to your reactions.

Taking out his phone, Jungkook seems a bit nervous and asks, "Can I take a picture of you?" 

"Why? I... uh…" Panic sets in – photos aren't really your thing, and you kind of wish you could just disappear.

"It's like your first time out in forever, you know? Capturing the moment could be cool."

But you're not totally convinced. You're thinking of saying it's kind of silly, and honestly, you don't feel like you deserve all this attention. I mean, you're mostly here because of him, right?

"What if you took a picture of me too?"

It's this last proposition that changes your mind. A photograph of Jungkook is something you genuinely desire. Perhaps it could be a way to keep him close even when he's absent? You might seem like a stalker, but your newly awakened feelings can't be suppressed. You nod and retrieve your rarely-used phone; this seems like the perfect opportunity.

He gets into a pose all effortlessly, with this tender look in his eyes. You snap the shot, capturing his cute smile forever in your phone's gallery.

"Now it's my turn."

You're not sure how to pose, so you just kind of shyly look at him while holding up your latte.

"You look really nice," he says quietly from behind his phone, and those words make you way happier than you'd admit. Taking a sip of your coffee, you segue into conversation.

"Your coffee is amazing, and I really love the vibe. I get why it's doing well."

He grins at your nice words, looking kind of proud.

"Thanks, I'm glad you like it. You're welcome here anytime."

"I don't want to bother you while you're working, though."

"Nah, you're not bothering me. Time drags when you're not around."

And you're not sure if it's the latte or just his friendliness, but words start flowing out before you can even think.

"I could actually work here. It'd be a good spot for me to write my articles."

Jungkook nearly chokes on his coffee, but he's got this big happy smile on his face.

"That would be awesome," he says, all gentle and sincere.

This is the first time a man has made you feel so desired in a way that isn't just about the physical. He also feels the need to have you around all the time. He's equally invested. And even if you don't fully comprehend your contribution, you're determined to reciprocate, to make him feel as special as he makes you feel.

...

You've been involved in writing literary articles for a long time, tracing back to your primary passion: reading. It all started with a simple personal blog during your teenage years, where sharing your thoughts online gradually captured your interest. As your blog gained more followers, you could sense your confidence and pride blossoming. Suddenly, at 20 years old, an unexpected opportunity knocked on your door. A renowned literary journal offered you a chance to write a weekly article. The thought of working remotely and getting paid to review new publications felt almost unreal. Writing was the most cherished aspect of your life, and this offer meant the world to you.

But little did you realize that this enjoyment of yours could deepen even further... until that fateful day when you made the decision to spend your time working in Jungkook's café. 

As you step into the café on your own, he instantly notices, rushing over with uncontained excitement to envelop you in a tight hug, even lifting you off the ground. The words of genuine pride he whispers into your ear create a unique warmth that ignites within you. Experiencing his authentic appreciation becomes one of the most heartwarming sensations you've known.

And then, unexpectedly, he brings forth an assortment of beverages – tea, lemonade, and orange juice – with almost whimsical efficiency, all in quick succession, "to keep you perfectly hydrated!" His insistence on not accepting any payment only adds to the sincerity of the gesture.

As night's curtain descends upon the café, he bids his farewell to the last customer, turning to cast you a smile that seems to hold the very essence of genuineness and sincerity. "What an absolutely incredible day!" he exclaims with an infectious enthusiasm that swiftly spreads to you. 

Throughout the day, you've been attentively observing Jungkook as he effortlessly manages the café's bustling operations. Every interaction with customers is an exquisite display of his innate politeness and warmth. From the way he greets them with a genuine smile to how he takes the time to inquire about their preferences, it's clear that his kindness isn't reserved just for you. 

You're deeply moved by how your connection with Jungkook has grown. He's been persistent in breaking down your walls from the very start. This transformation is clear: in a short time, Jungkook has become a significant part of your life, a cherished friend. Despite initially thinking you could handle things alone, you're now openly admitting that his presence brings you real happiness.

The issue lies in the fact that when you return home in the evenings after your days spent together, the burden of anxiety returns to rest upon your shoulders. A new kind of apprehension emerges – the fear of losing the friendship that provides you with so much solace. Tears well up at the mere thought of a future without him, and you're frustrated with yourself for feeling this way. Why does it seem so difficult for you to appreciate the current moment? You find yourself convinced that someone as wonderful as Jungkook doesn't belong in your life, especially when he embodies all the qualities you could ever wish for in a person.

...

Jungkook vividly remembers the first time he laid eyes on you. Both of you were in middle school, but in different classes due to your two-year age difference. He was pushed by a classmate from your class because he was doodling cute characters on paper instead of playing soccer. Instead of making fun of him like everyone else, you stepped in to defend him. At that time, you were more confident, and confronting others didn't bother you. You simply couldn't ignore injustice. When you helped him pick up his pencils from the ground and flattened his crumpled drawing under your books, you said words he could never forget, "Hey, don't let anyone boss you around. You've got every right to follow your passions!" with a wink that made his stomach flip. He didn't know what love was back then, but that's when he started paying attention to you.

That's why he noticed the exact moment when the change occurred in you. He still doesn't know the reason to this day, but it used to torture him. He observed how you withdraw into yourself. You spent time alone during breaks, barely responding to your classmates' invitations. He liked coming close to you to draw, and you didn't object; you let him do it as you read your book quietly. Occasionally, you exchanged knowing glances, but no words were spoken. During those moments, he felt like he was supporting you – not leaving you alone like everyone else seemed to do. How could he not notice the spark extinguished in your eyes? You, who used to talk and laugh loudly, had become silent.

And then one day, you finished school and he lost sight of you. It made him really sad, his heart felt broken without you around. What you might not know is that Jungkook never forgot you, even during the years when he couldn't find you. He held onto memories of you, even when he had chances for romantic relationships. The idea of you stayed in his thoughts, making it difficult for him to let go completely, his mind always coming back to you.

A few months ago, he came across an article written by you – he couldn’t believe it. Just seeing your name brought back so many memories. He dedicated hours to reading your frequently updated blog. Learning that you've been residing near his café filled him with immense joy. He felt like the luckiest person alive.

And so, he decided to leave his parents' home and quickly found a place to live right next to yours. Some might find this weird, but for him, it was a natural step to reconnect with you. Your warm welcome was just like it had been before. Believing in destiny, he sees this reunion as something meant to happen. His goal now is to help you find your carefree self again, if you're open to it. And it seems you are.

There's one thing that Jungkook would like to come clean about: he wants you to remember the 12-year-old boy he was. He needs to admit that he was that person to you, even if it might change things between you. 

...

It's 6 AM, and Jungkook's awakened by his usual alarm – just like every morning, you're the first thing that pops into his head, especially since your photo adorns his phone’s wallpaper. It's been a few weeks of almost daily hangouts, and he senses you're opening up bit by bit – he really wants to gather the guts to ask you out. He worries that if he waits too long, you might start misconstruing his intentions. He just wants to make it clear he doesn't want you to see him as just a friend. 

Running his fingers through his dark hair, he lets out a groan before burying his head in his pillow. He knows he'll have to gather his courage and take the leap soon. Jungkook gets out of bed and heads for a shower to clear his mind – when he's suddenly alerted by the sound of his front doorbell ringing. Quickly slipping into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, he rushes to open his front door.

Standing right there is... you, and it doesn't take him long to realize that your eyes are red and puffy, and it's evident that you've been crying. Your braids are disheveled, and you're still clad in your hello kitty pajamas.

"I... I kind of just showed up... I saw your lights on... I'm... sorry... didn't mean to bug you," you sob, and it's a heart-wrenching sight that tugs at his emotions. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his embrace, aiming to provide comfort.

"I'm here, you're not bugging me at all, you did the right thing by coming over. C'mon in," he reassures you in a gentle voice. Jungkook's scent carries a hint of soap, and you're enveloped in it, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your cheek. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat has a soothing effect, helping you regain control of your own breathing.

As he welcomes you into his home, Jungkook closes the door behind you and leads you into his living room. There's minimal furniture – just a sofa and a TV – he moved in not too long ago, after all. And most of his free time has been dedicated almost exclusively to you. He motions for you to sit on the couch and takes a spot nearby, leaving a small gap between you to avoid overwhelming you. To his surprise, it's you who scoots closer, seeking solace in his arms again – and he's more than happy to oblige. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as if silently saying, I'm here.

"Hey, what's going on, Y/N? You seem really upset," Jungkook worries. His voice still holds traces of morning huskiness, and his warm breath brushes against your skin. You're enveloped in a comforting atmosphere.

"I... I'm just struggling... with everything... and it's like I'm scared of every little thing," you admit, but what you really mean is I feel like I’m suffocating when you're not around. "Before you came along, being alone was fine... but now…”

And maybe nobody else could quite grasp the weight of what you're expressing, but he gets it immediately – he holds you even tighter, offering reassurance.

"I like being around you too. You shouldn't stress about it, it's a good thing,"he says gently.

"Nah," you reply with a serious tone. "I don't want... to end up relying on whether I see you or not... it's kinda silly, I barely know you." And even if you come across as rude, you don't care. You need to let it all out. Your eyes are brimming with tears as you try to explain. "If you leave, what am I supposed to do? I don't want to feel like I can't function without you."

Jungkook chuckles softly—not at you, but at your words. You're not used to relying on anyone. You've lived in seclusion for so long that the simple realization that you're comfortable with someone triggers a tsunami of tears within you.

He decides that now is finally the right time to be honest. You were the one who first confessed your feelings to him—albeit clumsily. And seeing you cry like this, it's clear that there's something there for him, even if it's just a tiny spark.

"I can't imagine doing well without you either," Jungkook admits softly. Your face turns to him swiftly as his words reach your ears. His gaze is unapologetic, genuine, full of tenderness, and you can barely meet his eyes because of how intimidated you are.

"What do you mean? We've only known each other for a few weeks," you express, a bit stunned. "How can you be sure about that?" You inquire further.

Jungkook pauses - this is the moment. His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "To be honest, we've known each other for a bit longer." You lean back a bit, pulling away from Jungkook, much to his regret, but it's expected; his words have taken you by surprise.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, cautious and a bit skeptical.

"Just give me a moment, I'll be back soon. It'll make sense," He says with a reassuring smile.

Jungkook gets up from the couch and disappears for what feels like a long, endless few minutes before he returns, holding a photo album in his hands. He settles back down beside you and offers you the album. "I was around 12 years old in these class photos. Maybe it'll jog your memory."

You could have never predicted what was about to unfold. As you turn the pages of the album, suddenly there's a photo of a little boy looking back at you. He's dressed in a school uniform - much like the one you wore in middle school. And you recognize him, but it's hard to believe it could actually be Jungkook, right?

Your eyes widen so much that no more tears come out; you're just in shock. You can't even speak.

"Look, I hope you're not mad. This wasn't easy for me to spill out. I was worried you'd want nothing to do with me after this," he says with a touch of nervousness.

You shake your head, finding it hard to believe his words."Wait, Jungkook, you're telling me this little guy is you? The one who used to draw next to me every single recess?"

He nods, a bit shyly, and it's like you're seeing your old schoolmate all over again. The one who was always hanging around, no matter where you went, bringing you some kind of comfort during those tough times after your mother passed away. Suddenly, all those memories, the good and the bad, are swirling in your head, and honestly, you just want to hit reset, go back to square one. You jump up, needing to leave, to head back home, pop those pills to make the past just shut up.

"Don't go like that, just let me explain." Jungkook tries to hold you back, but you're already in the entryway, your hand on the doorknob.

"I probably shouldn't have come here. Jungkook, I... I'm not mad at you, but I really need to leave."

"Wait, hold on. Can we talk instead of you leaving like this? Please, don't disappear on me again!" And he's yelling at this point, his voice echoing in the room, and you realize the pain it holds. Suddenly, you're no longer thinking about yourself, but about this vulnerable boy who wants to keep you close. What are you afraid of?

"I've got a lot of baggage, you know. I... I don't think I deserve your attention. It's like a waste of time for you to be with someone like me." you declare with frustration.

"I might not know all the details about your past, but I see you as an amazing person. And I really care about you, like, a lot." Jungkook's words come out gently, his gaze steady on yours, as if he's trying to express the sincerity of his emotions. 

"Can you give trusting me a chance?" He's asking sincerely, and you want to agree, but you're afraid of how he might react once he realizes how messed up you truly are. 

With a reluctant nod and a hint of hesitation in your gaze, you still find yourself willingly accepting the hand he's reaching out to you. There's a sense of liberation in letting your guard down. Confronting your anxiety attacks with Jungkook by your side seems to surpass the effectiveness of any medication, even though it involves the potential risk of future pain.

...

"Have you continued drawing, Jungkook?" You inquire, a genuine curiosity lacing your words.

His response is tinged with humility. "Yeah, I still doodle here and there, but I won't pretend I'm some pro. It's just a thing I do for fun." 

A playful grin forms on your lips. "Is there anything you're not good at?"

He playfully retorts, "Well, you'll probably find out sooner or later if you stick around."

A chuckle escapes your lips. You're in it for the long haul.

After the revelations Jungkook shared, everything suddenly clicks into place, a puzzle of emotions now neatly assembled. The enigma of why this extraordinary man took interest in you unravels, fittingly revealing its answer. Welcoming a figure from your past back into your present is as bewildering as it is enlightening, considering the deliberate isolation you've woven around yourself. Encountering a familiar face wasn't part of the story you had envisioned.

From that morning onward, a new rhythm emerges. You initially thought you'd want alone time to process the revealed truths, but surprisingly, you find yourself craving his company, seeking the comfort he brings. He becomes a regular presence in your space, creating a cozy spot on the sofa bed where you engage in countless conversations that stretch beyond twilight.

During quiet nights, if you stir from slumber, you retreat to your bedroom with a mix of hesitation. He pretends to be asleep, his breath shallow, and you ponder whether his gaze would reveal more in the dim light. In recent days, touch has become a silent language, fingers grazing skin to convey comfort and understanding. Your thoughtful gestures extend further, seen in the room you make for him in your bathroom and closet. He transforms into a dependable source of support, and you both intuitively sense the ease with which you share moments and spaces.

Here's the thing, you find yourself yearning to deepen your connection. Despite feeling shattered, you're attuned to the moments when your heart races. What you feel for him goes beyond mere fondness; you desire him in a way that leaves no room for doubt. As he rises in the morning, stretching and gifting you his first smile, you find yourself yearning to kiss him. Yet, the beauty of your dynamic lies in its naturalness, making you eagerly anticipate the day when such a moment will unfold seamlessly between you two.

Yet, the weight of your past remains a burden you carry alone – you can't bring yourself to accept his love until he's aware of your complete history. You're well conscious that his perception of you might shift dramatically, perhaps even pushing him to retreat. He clings to an image, a nostalgic notion of you from his childhood, and you've undergone significant changes since those days. Even though he's cognizant of this, you pick up on his yearning to resurrect the person you once were – and that's simply unattainable. You'll never revert to that former self. So, being honest, when he confesses something later while you both relax on the couch – his head on your lap, your fingers playing with his hair – you’re not prepared.

"I think I might be falling in love with you," he confesses, his words breaking the tranquility of the moment you're sharing in front of the screen.

The admission catches you off guard, and you react with a mixture of surprise and conviction, "That can’t be."

"Why do you say that?" His tone carries a touch of reproach as he lifts his head to meet your gaze. It's evident that your response has struck a chord with him, and you're already grappling with a pang of guilt.

"I'm not the best person, you know... I've caused pain to people in ways that don't make me deserving of your affection. Trust me on that," you explain, hoping he won't press further.

He leans back slightly, a contemplative look on his face, "You should talk to me about what happened. I'm not trying to rush you or anything, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Always."

The sincerity in his eyes and the way he puts his feelings on the line encourage you to open up, to let him in, even though you're fearful of the judgment that might come with revealing your past.

You curl up into a small ball, wanting to appear as small as possible.

"What do you wanna know?" you ask him, your voice soft.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, determined to seize the opportunity you're giving him to learn more about you.

"I'm kinda curious about what went down when you were 14, the time you started isolating yourself in school to read," he says, sounding pretty straightforward.

"You actually noticed that back then?" you respond, genuinely surprised that he paid such close attention.

"You used to be this bright presence, and then, you changed. I caught onto that real quick. I was too shy to ask you about it. I still regret it, you know…" His voice wavers at the end, revealing the sincerity of his words. He really wishes he could've been there for you.

"You were just a kid too, Kook," you say gently, using the nickname that brings a smile to his face. "You were more there for me than anyone else, and I appreciate it."

He never anticipated finding you again, let alone receiving your gratitude. Whatever you're about to reveal to him, he wants to spend the rest of his life protecting you, making up for lost time. He wants to hold you in his arms. He wants to kiss you. He wants you to finally understand that he loves you deeply, and that nothing could ever change that.

"I lost my mother, and it's my fault," you finally admit, the pain clear in your trembling voice. "I caused the car accident."

Jungkook remains silent, allowing you the space to share your story without interruption. He gently caresses your wrist, a silent encouragement for you to continue.

"Back then, I had this blog where I shared my favorite books, but my dad didn't like it at all. He was having this huge argument with my mom when everything happened," you explain with a heavy tone, avoiding his gaze as you speak. Tears start to well up, and your voice wavers, "My mom was always on my side. She meant the world to me, and when I lost her, my whole world just fell apart."

"Oh, sweetheart..." he murmurs gently, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace that you welcome despite your feelings of guilt. "You can't blame yourself for this. Were you in the car too? And your dad?" His question is tender, his disbelief evident as he realizes the burden you've silently carried for so long.

"My father and I survived, but he holds me responsible for the accident and wants nothing to do with me," you share, your voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration. "I lived with him alone until I turned 20. I tried to continue my studies, but when I got the offer from the journal, I left. I could finally make a living and never see him again," you recount. "Yet, from time to time, he comes back just to make me feel awful, like he did the other day when you were here."

Jungkook is appalled by your father's behavior. How could anyone blame a 14-year-old? It's beyond comprehension.

"Wow, that's just... messed up," Jungkook responds, his voice filled with disbelief, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that. I can't believe your dad would do that to you. Blaming you for something like that and cutting you off?"

You let out a heavy sigh, the weight of your past still evident in your tone. "Yeah - he couldn't handle the fact that I was doing something he didn't agree with, even if it was just writing about books. And when the accident happened during their argument... Well, he put all the blame on me."

Jungkook's grip on you eases slightly, his empathy palpable. "But you managed to get away from that toxic environment," he remarks, his voice warm. "You grabbed the opportunity and moved on, working at the journal and building your own life. That's pretty damn courageous if you ask me."

You manage a half-smile, the memory of your journey to independence still vivid. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. "You’re not blaming yourself for what happened, right?"

A gentle chuckle escapes you, laced with a hint of irony. "What do you think? I isolated myself all those years. It's hard to forgive myself."

Time feels suspended as you've just opened your heart completely. There's nothing left hidden. To your astonishment, Jungkook hasn't fled as you half-expected he might.

His touch remains warm against your skin, a silent reassurance that he's here to stay, regardless of the scars you've unveiled. In his eyes, you see a mixture of empathy and affection, as if he's been waiting for this moment to understand you more deeply. The weight of your shared emotions hangs in the air, mingling with a newfound sense of intimacy.

"I hope you can forgive yourself someday. And thank you for sharing your past with me," he says softly, his voice a soothing tune that dispels the tension in the room.

You manage a small smile, touched by his words. "It wasn't easy to open up, but I'm glad I did."

His fingers tenderly brush against your head, as if affectionately tousling your hair, "You don't have to carry your burdens alone anymore. I'm here for you, no matter what."

The sincerity in his voice resonates within you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. In his presence, the weight of your past seems just a bit lighter, the pain a bit more bearable. As the minutes pass, the silence between you feels comfortable, a testament to the unspoken connection you've forged. With Jungkook by your side, the wounds of your history don't sting as sharply. It's as if he's a balm for your soul, mending the broken pieces with patience and care.

As you bask in the quiet companionship, you realize that the journey ahead won't be without its challenges. Healing takes time, and vulnerability is a journey of its own. But now, you have a partner who's willing to walk that path alongside you, no matter how rough it gets. 

...

Since opening up to each other, a shift has occurred in you. It's as if a dormant part of you has awakened, nudging you to venture beyond your comfort zone. You start small with grocery shopping and even a cinema visit, hand in hand with Jungkook. Soon, solitary walks, workdays at various locales like the park, library, and Jungkook's café become your norm. Life starts to regain its hues, and appreciation for it blooms once again.

While strolling in the park one day, a familiar face approaches you, etched with anger and accusation. Surprised, as you've been feeling watched lately, you realize it wasn't just paranoia.

"So, now you decide to step out, huh? Putting on a show?" Your father's words sting with bitterness. "While I've been miserable since your mother's death, you seem to have magically found happiness? You make me sick!" His voice carries a storm, discomfort washing over you.

You face him, his spiteful words hanging heavy. The once-sunny day turns chilly, leaving you vulnerable. Refusing to be shattered by your father's words, you gather courage. "You don't get to hold me responsible for your unhappiness," your voice steady despite inner turmoil. "I've grown; I'm finding my own path."

Your father's anger sharpens. "Oh, really? So, this guy brings you joy while I've been in misery?"

The tension hangs thick, a cloud between you two. Heart pounding, you recall past conflicts, but this time, you're resolute.

"I'm not responsible for your pain. But I won't let it define me either, and I won't apologize for seeking happiness."

Your words linger, a testament to your growth and strength. As you stand firm, the weight of your journey toward self-empowerment shines through your words.

"And you know," you continue, your voice softer, "We both deserve to heal. Holding onto bitterness won't help either of us. I've found a path that brings me happiness; I hope you can find yours."

A pause follows, your father pondering your words. Anger in his eyes wavers, replaced by uncertainty. With a sigh, he looks away, shoulders dropping.

"Yeah, do what you want," he mutters, his tone subdued.

"Thank you," your sincere response. "I wish you well."

Turning, you walk away, leaving tension behind. Your father watches, then turns and walks in the opposite direction.

Arriving home, you find Jungkook, donning your pink apron, making Bulguri Noodles. His presence warms your heart. Sharing the encounter, he expresses admiration for your strength. Grateful, you thank him for empowering you to stand up for yourself, a reflection of the strength you both have shared since your childhood days.

...

As the anniversary of your mother's passing approaches, cemeteries evoke intense aversion within you. Visiting her grave has grown daunting, fueled by insurmountable anxiety and fear of encountering your strained relationship with your father, even with Jungkook's soothing presence.

In the midst of your emotional turmoil, Jungkook offers a beautiful idea that flows effortlessly from him. "Why not create a commemorative day?" he suggests. "Visit her cherished places, do activities that brought her joy. It's about preserving her memory in your unique way."

The weight of uncertainty settles on your shoulders. "I'm not entirely sure if I can handle it," you confess, your voice laced with vulnerability and hesitation.

Jungkook offers a reassuring smile. "If you want, I can be there with you. We could do it together."

"I would genuinely appreciate that," you respond, the warmth of gratitude and emotion swelling within you.

And so, the journey to organize a day dedicated to your mother's memory begins. For you, it's an opportunity to reacquaint yourself with her essence through the prism of cherished memories. For Jungkook, it's a chance to glimpse her through your eyes.

The day arrives. Jungkook dresses elegantly, clad in a crisply ironed white shirt and black linen pants, his black hair framing his face ethereally. On your part, you've chosen a modest black dress, an homage to your mother's favorite color. Jungkook's admiring gaze lands on you, a testament to his appreciation for your choice.

"You look stunning," he murmurs, releasing an almost inaudible breath.

His words melt doubts. With him by your side, you face the day's commemorations with newfound resilience.

Instead of a cemetery, you honor your mother's artistry in an art gallery. Jungkook's presence is reassuring as he walks beside you, holding your hand. 

Art speaks to you, a reminder of your mother's love. Pointing out art that reminds you of her, Jungkook listens intently, genuine interest in his eyes.

You confess, "I used to enjoy when you doodled around me. It reminded me of my mom. She loved drawing. She used to illustrate stuff for kids, but she also had these personal pieces she kept just for herself."

Pride and affection light Jungkook's face. The urge to kiss you is strong, but he restrains it. Today is about honoring the memory of you and your mother.

Leaving the gallery's embrace behind, you step into the warm caress of sunlight and head towards Haeundae Beach. The yearning to bask in the lovely weather and absorb the ocean breeze propels you onward. Memories surge back – those cherished moments, just the two of you. Your mother's days off often translated into these special beach outings.

As you approach the beach, the golden sands extend before you, converging with the vast expanse of azure waters that stretch towards the distant horizon. Jungkook's gaze locks onto yours, brimming with hope and vulnerability. With a softness as tender as a whisper, he asks, "Would your mother have approved of me?"

He looks so young and uncertain, so adorable that your heart could almost burst. The fact that he's even asking this question makes you fall for him a little more.

A rush of emotions floods you, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "She'd have adored you," you reply, your voice brimming with certainty. “You two share so many passions and values. She'd have wanted me to find someone like you."

In that moment, Jungkook's hesitation dissipates. His resolve to convey his feelings takes over. He takes a step forward. "Then, maybe you could build your life with me?" he says, his voice carrying hope and charm.

A mix of emotions wells within you, your heart caught between longing and self-doubt. "You might not fully realize what you're getting yourself into."

But Jungkook surprises you, his fingers intertwining with yours, his touch tender. His gaze, so intense and sincere, meets yours as he says, "I understand more than you might think."

Your heart skips a beat, the gravity of his words sinking in. The day, this moment, is a culmination of emotions and shared experiences. And then, without hesitation, he utters the three words you've yearned to hear from him for so long.

"I love you."

It's a confession that echoes in the space between you, a declaration that tugs at the strings of your heart. You didn't anticipate how deeply his words would resonate, how they would weave into the fabric of your being. The tears you've been holding back finally break free, a testament to the depth of your emotions. They trace a path down your cheeks, mingling with your smile as you respond, your voice unwavering and genuine, "I love you too, Kook."

Jungkook's been waiting for this moment, for your reciprocation, for the confirmation that your hearts beat in sync. His hands find your face, his touch gentle yet filled with purpose. And then, with a tenderness that transcends words, he leans in and kisses you. 

As his lips touch yours, warmth envelops you.

You're home.