#really only the bare essentials for him and then anything the baby boy wants

[thedisdainfullysilentvisitor]

AU where when Kathony announces they're leaving again, Ben, Hyacinth and Gregory elect to go with them to India both to share in Kathony's experience and to get away from Lady Whistledown

[starry-bi-sky]

back on my bullshit

and by bullshit i mean "rewatch MCD for the millionth time in a row and resist the urge to make an MCD OC"

i have yet to succeed in my bullshit.

[a-b-riddle]

Runaway Love (kidnapper Price x captive reader)

cw: established kidnapping, violence, intimidation, unplanned pregnancy, miscommunicated threat of forced abortion, eventual Stockholm syndrome, housewife kink. Reader just accepts her situation at this point. Dub-con, non-con.

You couldn't think of anything except the pain that radiated with each step toward your room. You were lucky your work and home were the same place. It was incomprehensible, downright unbelievable how some of the other maids worked their shift and then either walked home or walked to the bus stop.

Granted, most of them weren't pregnant and had shoes that actually fit, but you didn't like to complain. You were lucky to have the job, even if it was back breaking. You had a roof over your head and although the pay was minimal, you were able to buy essentials and save up and with a baby on the way every penny saved counted.

Most importantly, you were free. You were safe and so was the baby. It had been the only reason that after almost a year, you had finally been brave enough to escape. Knowing that it would be hard to rebuild a life from scratch. Knowing that the consequences meant a punishment so severe you could only hope for death.

You had tracked your period religiously. Even with the stress of being held captive by a psycho military Captain, your cycles were fairly normal. So when you were five days off, you knew. In a moment in which you wanted nothing more than to be happy to finally be starting the family you dreamed about having as a little girl, fear enveloped you.

John had never mentioned kids. Only a wife. Someone to be at home waiting for him. Keeping the house in order and his bed warm while he was away.

All I need is you and the boys, Birdie. What more could a man want?

You considered telling him. Hoping that he would be as happy as you wanted to be. Yet anytime you came close to telling him over the next two weeks, horrible thoughts raced through your mind. What if he was angry? What if he blamed you even though he practically took you whenever he pleased? How would he terminate the pregnancy or would he be content in letting you give birth without any medical intervention and simply get rid of the baby after?

Would he just get rid of you altogether?

It was like the universe was telling you to run when shortly after you decided that telling him wasn't the answer, that he told you he was going on a mission. Won't be back for a couple of weeks. Sent the boys to pick up anything you'll need. I know you'll be good for me.

You had been good. For that last six months, you had behaved. Didn't pull away from his touch or put up a fuss. You lived in the epitome of domestic bliss, so John had no reason to send you down to the basement. Not when you had so many opportunities to try to escape and you didn't.

Granted, he had threatened to break your legs during your first and last stunt. You had been in the basement for three weeks. Living in near darkness as he brought all of your meals. You had been upstairs for about twenty minutes and barely made it to the door before he tackled you. Pinning you to the ground, breath hot against the back of your neck as he hissed in your ear. Ungrateful little brat.

Your apologies fell on deaf ears as he hauled you back down where you would stay for six weeks.

For months you built the relationship on a lie. A lie John deluded himself into believing. Anytime he told you he loved you, you repeated the words back. Wanting to scrub your body raw anytime he touched you and hating yourself anytime he made you come.

But it had been worth it. You were four months along, and given your ill-fitted clothes, not really showing, but knowing that in another five months you would be holding the baby you always wanted. A baby that you had went through hell for. Seeing his or her face for the first time, being their mom would be worth it.

You kept all of the lights off. It was a request of the motel owners to reduce their bills. So even if it was early December and you knew you would be walking back to a freezing room, they didn't give a shit. In truth, they were doing you a favor only charging you $400 in rent with unlimited access to their laundry services. You suppose having the pity of others did have its perks.

You hadn't even bothered to turn on the lights before pulling your shoes off your feet and plopping down on the bed. The grit and grim still felt thick on your skin, but you couldn't find the energy to care. You would shower and get on a fresh set of clothes you had gotten from the shelter when you first made it into the city, but for now you needed a moment. Just a few minutes to decompress.

A few minutes turned into five and then ten. Before you knew it, you had been laying in the bed floating in and out of consciousness for almost twenty minutes. You knew you needed to get up. Wash away the grime of the day that had settled on your skin. Your clothes smelling faintly of bleach.

Fuck you were tired.

You were always tired.

You got up and made your way to the bathroom, barely keeping your eyes opened. Not confident enough you would actually be able to take a shower without wanting to lay down in the tub and let all the strain of the day go down the train.

It's funny how the human body can make us teeter on the edge of sleep. We imagine things that may or not be there. But when you heard it, when you heard that voice coming from the corner of you room, you knew you weren't imagining anything.

"Wonderin' when you'd wake up."

[czache78]

thinking about pony dying at that fountain.

Johnny sitting covered in blood, Pony’s head resting in his lap as he begs him to wake up, it’s not funny anymore, just breathe again.

Darry and Soda collecting the gang by the time it’s morning and neither of them have seen Johnny or Pony since last night, conducting a search of the entire town.

Darry being so worried as they search, because what if Pony didn’t even want to see him, what if Pony really hated him now. And what makes it worse is Soda won’t even speak to Darry, not after he hurt their baby brother.

When they find Johnny, he’s sitting against the fountain and by now, he’s freezing but he can’t get up, he can’t even speak to Dally when he grabs his arm, because Pony is gone, Pony’s not breathing.

Soda immediately kneeling down by Pony, thinking he’s asleep or something, and then seeing his unblinking eyes, his blue face, his cold hands, and just sobbing.

Meanwhile, Darry is just standing there knowing what’s happened but not knowing what to do, and he’s just numb, he can’t move or speak or even breathe.

Dally having to go to the police station, and the cops hardly believing him because of his record, but he looks so desperate and broken that they hear him out and follow him to the park.

Steve, Dally, and Two-Bit having to literally drag Soda away from Pony, sobbing and screaming, and it hurts them so much to see essentially their little brother dead, and the rest of their friends breaking down.

Dally having to practically carry Johnny back to the Curtis house, because he can’t speak or walk or do anything but think about Pony’s eyes that he would always watch, so cold and lifeless now.

Darry retreating to his room because they all must hate him for this as much as he hates himself.

Soda still sobbing and clutching onto one of Pony’s sweatshirts while Steve just sits next to him and rubs his back, trying not to cry himself. Dally’s eyes, somehow even more cold and hard than before, as he makes sure Johnny is okay, even though he’s not gonna be okay, none of them ever will be.

Johnny not being able to speak for weeks, months after Pony’s death, and still struggling with it after that, because Pony was the only one he could really talk to and now Pony was gone.

Darry getting huge flashes of deja vu from his parents death— immediately after, he’s thrown into planning. At his parents death, it was a way for him to calm down and organize his thoughts, but now he’s just too tired, it’s just the routine that he has to do.

Them all pitching in for a gravestone with his name on it. It’s not even his full name. Pony Curtis, 1953-1967. Them not even having a funeral because the cops won’t hear them out, why should they care about some greaser?

The cops ruling it a suicide and none of them quite believing it, but there’s always that thought in the back of Darry’s mind— what if Pony just got too fed up when he hit him? What if he riled up those Socs on purpose?

All Dallas can think is— he’s 14. He’s only a kid. (He can’t bring himself to use past tense.)

A week later, the social worker appearing at their door. Soda hasn’t spoken to Darry for that entire week, but he looks back at him with tears in his eyes as the social worker takes him away, going to ship him off to a boys home.

Darry breaking down as soon as he leaves, holding onto Soda’s old flannel and Pony’s stuffed bunny that he used to claim he was too old for, just sitting on the couch and crying until he falls asleep.

Two-Bit finding him the next morning and trying to hug him but Darry flinches away because the last time he’d touched someone he’d hit his little brother, who’d then gotten killed.

Steve watching his best friend going from a happy boy who’s always smiling to someone barely able to respond to his hugs or words of comfort. Steve knowing that Soda will never be the same, and he can’t do anything about that.

Steve joking that he won’t be competing for Soda’s #1 best friend spot now, and immediately regretting it when Soda breaks down in tears. Steve, who usually can just be there and Soda will be comforted even if Steve’s not good at that, standing there helpless as Soda cries.

The gang jumping at the opportunity to have a rumble, and even when the Socs start retreating they keep running after him because they need somewhere to get this energy out, to get some sort of revenge.

Darry having to be pulled off of Paul long after he'd passed out, and just falling apart refusing to let anyone touch him because that's what caused Pony to run away, to get killed, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone else, to cause anyone else's death because of him.

Darry just sitting in the corner of their living room afterwards unable to look at anyone because he's never cried like that in front of them, especially not his brother(s). Him feeling horrible when Soda gets up, still injured, and tells them it's way past his curfew and that he's gotta get going.

Soda, as he walks home, passing by the park where Pony died and just breaking down in tears. Him not making it back until the next morning, because he's crying so much he passes out. Him wishing maybe some Socs could come and jump him too, because he deserves it more than Ponyboy did.

Two-Bit drinking that night, more than he had before, because he just doesn't want to think about it anymore. He's had enough of tragedy and misfortune and pain, and drinking will make him forget about it, if only for a little while. Him regretting it when he wakes up even worse than before, but getting drunk again and again because the good parts of it overweigh the bad.

Dally turning even more cold and hard, and not trusting anyone except for Johnny. Him jumping Socs anytime he comes across them even if he's outnumbered and comes back more injured than victorious, because he's doing this for Pony, he's doing this for his gang.

Darry taking Johnny in as a little brother, and he knows it's not the same but it's as close as he's gonna get to having his normal routine, and that's pretty much the only thing that will calm him down. Darry finding a book of ASL in his parents' old room. Him trying to learn some of it so he can communicate with Johnny, knowing that Johnny and Pony learned it, but giving up after a few tries because he sees the hurt in Johnny's eyes.

Soda getting a letter while he's in the boys' home, and hoping against all hope that it's someone from his gang, wishing that it was his little brother even if there's no way. Him opening the letter and it's from Sandy, saying that she's moved to Florida and is breaking up with him.

Soda nearly throwing up when he's finished reading it, because he's lost everyone. First his parents, then his little brother, and with him the rest of his friends, and now his girlfriend. Soda not being able to talk about the letter for months afterwards, even when Darry finally finds a way for him to come home.

Steve sneaking into the boys' home one day and getting shoved away when he tries to put a hand on Soda's shoulder. Him feeling horrible that he's not good enough, that his best friend will never be the same, but shoving a chocolate bar into Soda's hands before he leaves, because before Pony died, Soda would always feel better after he ate one.

Darry eyeing the knife on the counter while he's cooking, or loosening his hold on the ladder just a little bit at his roofing job, because it's his fault Pony's dead. Darry not eating until he absolutely has to. Darry launching himself into getting Soda back or caring for Johnny, because he's worthless otherwise. Darry using it as a way to numb the pain.

Darry flinching whenever someone tries to touch him, or anytime he feels the slightest hint of anger, because he doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Darry panicking when Two-Bit slams a bottle down on the counter, because loud noises remind him too much of hitting Ponyboy. Darry wanting nothing more to hug Soda when he finally gets home, but not wanting to lose his other brother, too, at his fault.

Just... Pony dying at the fountain.

[mayullla]

Title: Burned

Character(s): Childe / Tartaglia (Genshin Impact)

Summary: He was your best friend ever since you were kids, you guys were inseparable. You promised that you would be together forever yet you could not feel anything but fear as you looked at from the audience his bloodied clothes and crazed eyes as he was essentially granted permission to have you by the Tsaritsa.

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, yandere themes (obsession), childhood friends to lovers(?) trope

You and Ajax had known each other since you were babies. Having lived close to each other's home it was almost every day that the two of you would meet and play, holding hands as the two of you explored the white-coated forest or stay by each other side drinking hot cocoa by the fire.

To your parents, it looked like the two of you were inseparable when they watched you guys lean on each other, napping quietly with a blanket covering you two. It was cute. When you were like the younger sister and Ajax was the older brother.

Even when Ajax's family grew in size, younger siblings, he never left your side, really still holding your hand tightly as if he didn't want you to go. There were moments when he would be conflicted as his sibling called him from far away, yet he was unable to go as he held your hand.

Even tho he was technically the older brother, he acted almost like an attached puppy toward you. Wherever you go, he would follow you if he was allowed, and when he isn't, there were times when he would whine wanting no more than to play with you.

He watched his siblings all the time, his parents were glad with how dedicated he was to taking care of them but you were special they could see it in the small boy's eyes how he would constantly look for you even when you were not around. How his ears were always sharp, moving immediately when he hears you while they could barely.

His parents and yours would joke that the two of you would marry later when you guys grow up and that they would connect the families through you guys. While most kids would dislike such jokes, finding them disgusting or in their words, "eww!" Ajax would always blush, looking rather hopeful at the idea as he would sneakily glance at you. They thought that this was the future, a few ups, and downs, no doubt, but they thought they could see it.

They didn't know what to do when Ajax suddenly disappeared.

It was a shock to everyone, with fear in their hearts that they had lost someone they desperately search for him. You cried when your parents didn't let you continue searching when it had gotten so late at night, when you looked so hard yet still could not find him. Cried so much that your eyes stung in pain with rashes under your eyes and nose.

After a few days, some gave up looking, and after a month or two, they had to stop. You were broken. It felt like the world collapsed because he was gone, and many pitied you. But you still didn't stop looking for him. Going to the woods where you and him played often, you would call out his name before returning when someone calls you back home. You missed him, you missed him so much and only wished he could come back home.

And he did... just... just that he was different from before.

Found in the middle of the woods, his clothes bloodied and thorn. Many were concerned for the boy, surprised to even see him alive in this freezing nation but most were happy. Till they saw his eyes, lifeless and blank. In the back of their minds, warnings started ringing as they slowed down their steps.

What in the world happened?

Ajax was taken back home, embraced by his family's arms and he also hugged them back just as tight. Being stuck in the abyss for so long all he wanted to see was both his family and... you.

Small steps he could hear that sounded all too familiar to him and impatient knocks on the door his parents were in the kitchen while his siblings were playing with their toys. He was the only one who could open the door, getting up as he headed towards the door, opening it, but before he would see actually you, his body was pushed backward and hands clinging around his neck.

It felt like an invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders. When he looked at you, your face hidden in his shoulder, he was supporting both you and him so that you two would not fall onto the hard floor and tears wet his clothes.

He didn't want you hurt after all, always thinking about you before himself, but when he heard your voice, your cries, that you missed him so much... He couldn't help himself but hug you as tightly.

People around him started treating him differently after he came back. His own personality and attitude had changed too much. He had become jaded even if he was the same boy who still took care of his baby siblings his parents could see it in his eyes, that flame of insanity and a yearning to fight. It hurt his parents, as they were unable to look into his eyes as guilt choked them. But there was one person who didn't change other than his baby siblings who couldn't even realize anything was different.

It was you who continued to stay by his side.

You stay by his side... Ajax knew that you were as innocent and naive as his siblings but held on to this kind of hope that you would be different when you make no mention or found him slipping as he talks about the thrill of fighting. He was your friend you told him, why would you ever leave him?

"I will never ever leave you, Ajax. So you don't have to hide anything from me! We are friends and we will stay together forever! Okay?"

It was naive words, maybe down the line you would regret someday but you didn't know that determined to stay by his side when you saw how Ajax looked at you, his eyes widen like saucers. The hesitation and fear of something that has yet to come... you wished to take all of it away. He was your friend after all.

The hand that held your own tightened, and you whined in pain.

"Promise?"

It was a solemn voice as Ajax looked down to the snow floor. You tilted your head, startled as he looked at you again. There was no sparkle in his eyes but something else... something you didn't understand when you were so young. But you nodded.

"Promise."

You were surprised when you heard of the news of one of the harbingers taking an interest in Ajax. Happy if not proud that he had gotten the interest of someone who worked so close to the Tsaritsa. Yet you can't help it as your smile dropped when Childe told you that he would be leaving here.

After your last hug (both of you knew that you would not be able to see each other for a long time), you watched him leave with Pulcinella.

It was okay... you both had promised to send letters as often as you could.

You wished to see him every day, sending Ajax letters one or two a week even as years passed. While he didn't send as many letters to you, all of them were usually thick and full of care. He was always busy that much you understood from when he told you his training schedule but also from Pulcinella, who would show up here ever so often to care for Ajax's siblings.

You asked him if he was doing all right...

"Ajax is doing fine, but training is really hard, and he has been very busy. But if you want, I can deliver a word for him for you if you wish." he offered, but you choose to instead decline, thanking him for taking care of Ajax.

"He has told me about a lovely lady many times before. It seems that you are the one that he was talking about." The old man smiled at you, "I shall tell him that you miss him if you wish. He would be very happy."

Instead of declining his offer again, you hesitantly yet respectfully accepted his offer. But there was something that he said that you could not get out of your mind.

Just before he left, Pulcinella turned back to face you again. "Maybe you already know this but just in case, I think it is better for you should know that Ajax is a different person than he was before he fell into the abyss. You must be careful with him. Otherwise if handled carelessly you might be burned by his flames."

The mayor's words made you hesitant, offended by his words, yet at the same time, it made you confused. How could he say that when he was the one who took Ajax in.

You ignored his words, well at least tried to when you continued to write letters to Ajax. Somewhere in your heart, you knew that something was true, yet for years, you chose to ignore everything, for... he was still your friend.

Ajax and you continued to send letters to each other you more than him, while he would occasionally send them a small present would be with it telling you how it reminded him of you. From bracelets, and small accessories to stones, and dried flowers and sweets. (You tied to ignore the fact that there was a bit of blood on some of the items sometimes, worry that he might be hurt, or wonder how hard the mission was. Part of you knew that this blood wasn't his not with how cheery and excited his letters were.)

There were some people you knew in the village that meet Ajax, not usually on purpose but by chance, and they would all say the same thing. That he really had changed. Their faces never say it was for the best. Instead, they were rather pale and unsure as they started warning you to be careful.

While Ajax's parents looked hesitant when you asked them about him when they visited him.

You never wanted to believe it, that you would rather see it from your own eyes. It has been so long since you last met Ajax, but you saved enough money to make a trip to see him after some years. Finish getting ready, you head out, leaving your home to visit him as you have heard that there was a tournament happening between the Fatui, that maybe you could see him then...

Your heart froze when you saw the blood stains on his clothes as he battled with other fatui members. It was a brutal fighting tournament, and the winner gets a wish granted by the Tsaritsa.

The boy you once knew was nowhere to be found as you watched another man with ginger hair injure another of his colleagues. He never stabbed too deep, yet your body could not help but feel a chill as you watched his crazed eyes.

He was holding back... but in what sense you didn't want to know.

"Is there anything that you wish for as a reward? Fame, money? power?" The Tsaritsa asked her voice chilling. Yet the man didn't seem to be fazed still keeping his head low he spoke up, "I do not wish for such things. Fame and money have no use to me. While power does appeal to me, I wish to be rewarded with something else."

Whispers could be heard everywhere as people were shocked that such a young man like him would deny the opportunity for something greater. The Tsaritsa paused as if thinking for a moment before speaking, "Raise your head, my soldier, and tell me what is it that you want. If it is not impossible, I shall give it to you."

Childe raised his head a smile on his lips, yet still respectful, but nothing could hide the madness in his eyes that just came back from a bloody fight. "I have a lady that I love but had to leave her when I joined the fatui years ago, I wish to see her again and would like to ask for a month or two rest so as to visit her and my family." You blink in surprise at what he said, yet you felt your heart stop when you locked eyes with him for just a second.

He knew you were here. Yet rather than that affectionate eyes of the young boy that you knew, you felt nothing more than his prey.

The Tsaritsa was silent for a moment again looking down at Childe as if examing him. "You are a loyal man. Very well, you shall go back to your home as I will grant you 2 months of rest. Go be with the woman you love and come back when the time is up for when you come back you will be bestowed the 11th rank of the harbinger."

The crowds gasped both in shock and amazement, yet soon after, there was loud cheering. Yet you could not join them as you stood frozen in your spot, fear nestled in your heart as your childhood friend looked straight at you. The look in his eyes was familiar to you, but back then, you didn't know what it was.

Now you do. Those eyes belonged to someone you cared for so much now held an infatuation-crazed love within them shown to no one but only to you. Taking a step back, your legs felt like they were encased with ice.

This was not the boy you knew.

"I thank the Tsaritsa for your benevolence. It is an honor to be granted this reward."

Or maybe you never knew him in the first place.

[cultofdixon]

Little one had other plans

Rick Grimes • She/Her Pronouns • Timing is never perfect when it comes to babies coming into the world. Rick just wished the group wasn’t…homeless when his baby decided to make an entrance • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy & Birth / Anxiety / Unbearable pain

A/N: Really bare with me and TWD timeline

Requested by: Anon

“Rick?” Her voice brought the retired sheriff out of his slumber as he carefully sits up from their shared bed.

“Yes darling?” Rick smiles moving aside for Y/N to sit with him as she instantly locked their arms bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. “Are you feeling alright? Missed yea this morning”

“Uhm. I know we just…hitched and we didn’t talk about certain things especially given it’s the apocalypse and Lori but…”

“Y/N. Please just say it”

“I’m pregnant”

Rick’s silence only brewed the fear and anxiety within Y/N as she was about to pull away when he shifted so that he could pull her entire person into his embrace.

“Are you upset?” Y/N frowns holding onto her husband as he started to rub soothing circles on her back feeling her relax. “Rick—-“

“We’re just…so in love with each other that we couldn’t contain it all.” Rick whispers feeling her tighten around him as he did the same. “So we made another person out of that love” he held her as she sobbed in his embrace.

“We’re happy about this?”

“More than happy darling. We’re safe here. I can’t wait for this chapter with you” Rick smiles bringing his lips to her temple keeping her close as the two wouldn’t separate for a while longer.

~

But the luxury of the prison never lasted…

When Rick reunited with Daryl on the road, after dealing with the claimers…the archer brought it up. Brought up the thought that Y/N could be dead and being met with Rick’s silence was his answer meaning he didn’t want to even think about it.

“We’ll find’em.” Daryl states watching Rick turn to him slowly with a low expression before looking away. “She’s a fighter. May be the size of a planet currently but you know she ain’t leavin’ this earth without fighting to get back to you”

“Did yea just call my wife a planet?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Just shut up and let’s follow the train tracks once Michonne and Carl got some rest”

We will find them

And they do. Thankfully not in the mess of Terminus and Rick was extra thankful after hearing a few things about the cannibals that quickly met their end in the chapel later on.

The Grimes boys will forever be thankful to Tyreese with saving Judith and for both him and Carol finding Y/N moments after the two had found each other. Rick handed his daughter to his son quickly but gentle for Carl to get a good hold of her before he ran over to his partner bringing her in his embrace.

“Thank god you’re alive” Y/N sobbed out as she held onto Rick the best she could given the space they didn’t have. Rick pulled away from the embrace to kiss her firmly on the lips before bringing his gaze to her belly and placing his hands on it. “That’s also a bonus…”

“What? The baby kicking?” Rick asks while his gaze still focused on her bump.

“Yeah…Baby hasn’t kicked since the prison fell. Guess it missed its daddy” She breathed out a laugh listening to his follow in suit. He pressed his forehead against hers still staying in this moment as no one dared to interrupt.

The cannibals

The hospital

Beth…

Tyreese…

So many things could’ve been avoided and now the remaining group found themselves struggling with the fact that this could be the end if they don’t find anything. By anything the essentials for survival. Daryl did his best to hunt what he could find but nothing was turning up. The creek within the forest didn’t carry enough water like they hoped when they first planned to check. But Rosita boiled what they could draw up and insisted it be given to Y/N which the peanut gallery didn’t protest.

“Rick we need to prepare for the worse cause scenario” Carol pulled him aside as the group continued its tiresome walk to nowhere.

“What do you mean?”

“She could go into labor. She is that pregnant where it could just happen without any of us prepared. We need to at least somewhat be”

“Or what?”

Carol didn’t say another word and only gave her friend a stressful look littered with fear of losing Y/N to this pregnancy like they did with Lori’s. They wouldn’t know what to do if Y/N needed a c-section or if she lost a lot of blood. Anything could happen and it didn’t take words for Rick to know he could lose the love of his life.

________

Y/N laid tiredly on the makeshift bed in their shared cell as she hasn’t been able to keep anything down for a few weeks. Typical morning sickness but Hershel had his worry about dehydration, not like Carl hasn’t been hovering making sure his stepmom had water. Rick asked him to keep an eye on her and his baby sister when he tended the garden but he didn’t need to be asked to do such. The two grew close when Lori passed and if she would do anything for Carl, he’d do anything for her.

“If your dad is making you hover. You don’t have to” Y/N said almost exhausted as she sat up in the bed when Carl was once peaking from the curtain now fully entering the cell with another canteen.

“Dad didn’t tell me anything. I’m allowed to check on you if I want to”

“I should be checking on you. You don’t have to worry about me” She states patting the empty space beside her while moving the blankets to cover her legs. “I’m okay”

“I know…b-but I want to…I don’t want to miss anything”

Y/N gave him a confused look gently making Carl look at her as he tried to cover his face with his hat. But then Y/N took his hat off lifting his chin to find his tears.

“Carl…love, what’s wrong?”

“I-I…” Carl choked up a bit feeling Y/N carefully wipe away his tears whenever they spilled from his waterline. “I don’t want to lose you too. I didn’t see…a-anything before and I just—-“

“Carl. We couldn’t have predicted what happened to your mom to have happen and I’m always so deeply sorry you lost her.” Y/N gently held his face feeling him ease into her touch letting her wipe away his tears. “We don’t know what’s going to happen, but I will promise you. I’m going to be okay”

“But you can’t…you can’t promise something like that”

“I’m going to anyway. I’m going to take good care of myself and this baby, knowing damn well my boys are going to help me. I’m not going anywhere love…I’m going to be okay”

________

Something didn’t feel right.

Y/N had tried not to think much of the growing pain in her stomach as she thought it was the lack of food in her system or the mild dehydration she was reaching.

Then when the mysterious water appeared and the debate of drinking such was washed away in the little sense of the rain pouring down on them. Her distressed expression matched those who’ve lost since the fall of the prison hence no one second guessed the feelings. Until Carl took note of it.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little uncomfortable. Keep her covered or she’ll get a cold” Y/N fixed the coat she was once wearing to cover Judith better as Carl took his hat off to cover her head.

“Are you really sure that’s all mo—-Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m—-“ She stopped herself reaching for Rick grabbing his bicep harshly to indicate how much pain she was in as he quickly addressed the matter bringing her close. “R-Rick I think. I think the baby is coming”

“Well that couldn’t have been poorly timed” Eugene commented only for Abraham to smack him upside the head. “You have any better idea where the pregnant woman should have her baby? In the middle of the road with the rain pouring down on us and unable to see the walkers when nightfall approaches”

“Someone shut his mouth” Rick snapped watching Glenn push Eugene out of the Grimes’ line of sight as Abraham and Rosita blocked his view.

“Nah we got somewhere. Saw a barn on my way back to y’all after searching for water” Daryl states before leading the way as Rick didn’t hesitate to pick up his partner bridal style following the archer along with the others following shortly behind.

Once they got in the barn, everything had to happen again. Going in all different directions. Maggie and Carol took care of getting Y/N situated, prepared while Carl took care of watching Judith while the others swarmed respectfully on the other side of the half wall to give Y/N some privacy while she stripped from the waist down.

“Tell me how you’re feeling. Especially if there’s major changes” Carol stated watching Y/N nod trying to take deep breaths feeling Rick gently brush the hair out of the way of her face watching her look at him through anxious tears.

“Your baby will come perfect okay, okay? Nothing wrong will happen” Maggie’s choice of words confused those who weren’t there when they lost Lori, and especially how they lost her. No one questioned. All the focus was making sure that baby comes out okay while protecting everybody.

It felt like a cue. When the walkers came a banging on the barn doors resulting in almost every muscle they’ve got keeping them closed, Y/N was already in the motions of pushing this baby out only for a smooth sailing to reach a jammed complication.

“H-Hurts. Hurts so much!” Y/N shouted as the growling tuned it out except for Maggie and Carol’s ears as they both were checking what is happening. The baby’s shoulder is stuck and in a perfect world they’d have the tools or the operating room to go to that nuclear option of a c-section. Something they didn’t want to do.

“Y/N you have to stop pushing”

“O-O…I…” Y/N sobbed listening to Carol’s words as she gripped onto the blanket she laid on not finding the words to ask for her husband but the anxiety growing in the situation made Maggie shout.

“Rick we need yea!” That caused a few head turns as the pounding shifted the weaker few against the door.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Rick instantly asks, taking Y/N’s hand into his feeling the bone crushing grip she was producing as he kept his ground a straight face for her.

“Baby is stuck”

“I have a plan but if it doesn’t go well, we could lose them both” Maggie frowns, remembering an old conversation back from the prison with her father about breached babies and if it ever happened to her then one would have to reach into her while another pushed down on her belly to help the baby progress.

“Take me through it. We’ve got this” Carol states turning to Y/N and her worried expression. “Scream. Scream it out. Everybody’s got our back and you will make it. You both will make it”

The growling grew louder along with the blood curdling screaming as Michonne brought Carl into her arms covering his ears while the two kept their ground against the door. He sobbed listening to his mom’s screaming and those from the beginning of the prison sanctuary were all feeling the old anxiety bubble up inside them.

But once it settled…the growling faded and the anxiety dissipated…the screaming stopped…

Rick pressed his lips to Y/N’s feeling the tears roll off his cheeks as he pulls away to look at their baby boy laying on her chest calming instantly to the soft touch his mother brought with the finger grazes.

“He’s perfect…”

“You did it, darling” Rick exhales a chuckle, kissing her forehead and bringing her close keeping his coat to cover their baby keeping him comfortable in her arms.

“We’re okay” Y/N felt the tears pour as she laughs the anxiety out bringing her gaze to her son when he brought himself to look at his brother. “We are okay, like I promised”

Carl felt the tears return in his eyes as Y/N tiredly reaches to wipe away his tears. Rick smiles at the gentle act admiring his little family as he made this declaration a long time ago…

But he’ll never let anything happen to his family.

[straylightdream]

trust fund baby - “𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦”

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: hwang hyunjin x f.reader

college au

↳ Escaping the planned out future your family has for you leaves you mess. You were born with anything you could ever want and yet you don’t want the life that has been planned for you. He’s a struggling painter who was a loner all his life until he found his friends. From the moment he met you captivated by you, even when he has to take care of you. “Do you ever feel lonely in a room filled with people?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only, listen below the cut

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.8k

𝐚𝐧: this is a part of my connecting connect stray kids college au series SSFW. this can be read as one shot tho. You don’t need to read the other stories to know what’s going on. This switches pov from Hyunjin to the readers. Sections labeled Lost Boy is Hyunjin’s pov.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: first time sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, begging, oral (male receiving) names such as: (baby), mentions of alcoholism, and drugs (the mc is a hot mess)

-LONELY BOY-

Aloner is someone who prefers to do things alone. Hyunjin most of his life could have been referred to as a loner. It wasn’t until Sophomore year of college when he finally found a group of friends that brought him out of his shell. When he was in high school he didn’t really have friends and never went to parties or anything. He spent most weekends home in his room working on either drawing or painting. When he finally moved away for college he thought this might be his chance for things to be different. Freshman year he tried to get out of his shell some more. He found some friends and went to parties here and there.

Junior year he moved off campus and moved in with Changbin and some of his friends. Living with friends really pushed him out of his comfort zone and gave him a chance to really grow. He even became close with Felix, one of Minho’s friends.

Junior year was an interesting year for Hyunjin, he seemed lost in his art. Most of his free time was dedicated to attempting to paint a whole series painting for an exhibit. He needed to finish twenty paintings in five months. If all went right they would auction off his paintings and he could make some decent money to hold him over while he worked on new paintings to sell.

For the last week Hyunjin had been trapped in his room attempting to figure out this painting. He was only leaving the apartment to go to class. Sitting at the kitchen table next to his roommates Minho and Angel he was more tired than he normally was. His newly bleached hair was falling in his face as he stared at the cup of coffee Minho had placed in front of him. Pushing his fingers through his messy hair he sighed. He was struggling to figure out what his next painting needed to be. Looking up he found Angel staring at him, her eyebrows were knitted together as she focused on him.

“You know eating is essential to living right?” she says pushing the plate of toast that was in the middle of the table closer to him.

His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday. If it wasn’t for his roommates he would probably forget to do basic tasks at this point. These twenty paintings have taken up all his mental capacity at this point.

“Hyunjin, you need to take a break from this project. You’ve finished four of the paintings and you still have four months,” Angel has pointed out to him before that she’s concerned with how lost he seems to get when he’s focused on one project.

“I think you need to take a break for a day or two,” Minho chimes in.

Hyunjin grabs a piece of toast and doesn’t say anything before taking a bite of the bare white toast. Minho and Angel’s eyes are focused on him as he chews the dry bread. Setting the toast on the table he sighs. “I’ll take a break for the weekend. Felix asked if I wanted to have lunch today with him. He wants me to meet his new roommate.”

“Oh yeah he ended up getting a new roommate right after winter break,” Minho says.

“Is that the trust fund girl?” Angel asks standing up.

“Felix told me a little bit about her. He said she’s sweet but kinda a hot mess.”

Hyunjin hasn't met his friend's new roommate but he’s seen you on instagram. Felix sent him your instagram when you reached out to move in with him. Hyunjin was surprised you were looking for somewhere to live half way into the school year, but according to Felix you got into a blow up with your father and moved out telling him you could live independently.

-LOST GIRL-

You were born with everything you could have possibly wanted, and yet it didn’t matter. Your mother came from old money and your father owns a bank. Your whole life you’ve been surrounded by so many people, and yet you felt so lonely. There were many charity events you attended with your family, and tons of people were there biting at the bit to talk to you, and it didn’t matter. You never fit into this elite society you were brought up in. Your mother was a socialite that thrived in a crowd, and your fathers ego loved to be stroked at these lavish parties.

Growing up you were a well behaved child that did everything anything your parents asked of you. Your older sister was the star of the family. She’s five years older than you, as a preteen you watched as all types of men fell at her feet. You realized in your preteen years you didn’t want to be socialite. You didn’t want people chasing after you for your money, and you sure as hell didn’t want to live as your fathers puppet. His goal was to marry off both his daughters to equally as rich or richer men.

At fifteen you attended your sister's wedding to a very rich man who came from old money just like your mother. The wedding, an event for the decade, was all the upper class could talk about when the Heiress of Brighton Banking was marrying Lee Seok Min. The pair dated for a year before they were engaged. You were fourteen when they started dating and when you first met your future brother in law you thought your sister loved him. You think in the beginning she actually loved him. When your lives have been planned out for you, it's a little hard to be happy. The engagement between them happened right after a fight led to them breaking up. You have a core memory of walking by your fathers office and hearing your sister scream at him that Seokmin didn’t actually love her, and that she didn’t love him either. Standing in the ballroom where the lavish reception was being held you watch your sister carefully. The little faces she would make as her new husband kissed her let you know that this marriage was a political move made for money and social status by your parents and the Lee’s.

After the wedding was when you started to pull back. You stopped attending most events, you threw yourself into focusing on school. You hoped that if you were able to get accepted to a good university far away, maybe you could escape your parent’s control.

Senior year of high school was when you started to rebel. You became more social that year of high school. Freshly eighteen you started doing everything to avoid any event your family attended. When all the money in the world is in your hands it’s not hard to find bad habits. Parties with people from school became your favorite pastime. Occasionally you found yourself with a popular boy who had a fondness for sex and white powder he liked to snort.

Many nights you passed out at his luxury house doing anything you possibly could to avoid going home. The sunlight would come up on Sunday morning and you would pull yourself away from his bare body. Stumbling into your house sometimes hungover and sometimes completely sober you didn’t try to be sneaky. Your parents were well aware of how much you hated being home. Your mother asked you to stop acting up once, but when you informed her your boyfriend was a popular rich boy from the Byun family and she suddenly didn’t care. There was a stinging feeling in your chest when you realized your mother didn’t love you like you thought she did. She loved the idea of you elevating your family's social status even more than your sister did.

College was your great escape, at least you thought it was. The problem was you didn’t get accepted into a university far away. Instead you found yourself at an amazing university with a great academic program near home. Freshman year you were still seeing the same rich popular boy, he had the same love for white powder and sex. Since the beginning of your relationship with him you’ve tried his favorite pastime a couple times but tried to stay away from it. That relationship burned down when you found him in bed with someone else. The beginning of sophomore year was a blur, you threw yourself into focusing on school, and occasionally found yourself fighting with your father. Sophomore year things between you and your father got worse.

During the winter of sophomore year you snapped when your father informed you he wanted you to start dating a very rich boy named Kim Doyoung who was attending the same university as you. You went on one date with the boy and quickly realized that your father fully planned on having you married to him by next winter. A screaming match ensued between you and your father. You told him all about how you aren’t some puppet you can control.

“I refuse to live in a loveless marriage,” you screamed.

“Watch your tone child,” he sat at his desk, barely fazed by your screaming.

“Wendy doesn’t love Seokmin, and I won’t marry someone just for money like she did.”

The screaming match went on for too long and it ended with you telling him you needed to move out. This is the fight that led to you getting drunk to forget how hurt you were. You lived with one of your friends from school Seungmin’s couch for a week before he helped you find a place to stay. He recommended his classmate Felix who had an open room. Using the money from your trust fund you reach out to Felix to move in.

Just because you're away from home doesn't mean your fights with your father stopped. Even away from he tried to control your life.

You quickly became friends with Felix, and he quickly realized that the stress of dealing with your father was getting to you. Two weeks into living with him you went to a party and got wasted after a screaming match with your father. You called Seungmin and he came to your rescue before taking you home. Sitting on the bathroom floor puking up all the dark liquid you had drunk Felix held your hair back and took care of you.

-LONELY BOY-

Friday afternoons Hyunjin normally hung out with Felix. They would normally order coffee after their lab they had together and then would go back to Felix’s house and get any homework they needed to work on done. Their homework sessions normally lasted two hours before Felix had to go to his next class during the evening.

This Friday had been going just like it normally did. Hyunjin walked into Felix’s apartment with his coffee in hand. Sitting at the small black kitchen table he worked on his art history homework that was taking up too much time.

The front door swung open and a very drunk girl stumbled in. Felix shut his laptop and immediately rushed over to you as you fell on the floor attempting to take off your boots. “YN not again” Felix drops to his knees in front of you.

“Hi,” your voice is high pitched as you sway a little bit.

Hyunjin shuts his laptop and watches unsure on what to do as Felix is talking to you. Felix helps you remove your boots that you were struggling with.

“YN how much did you drink?” Felix asks, realizing right away how drunk his roommate was. Hyunjin stood there unsure of what to do.

“I don’t know. I feel sick,” you mumbles.

Felix pushed your hair away from your face, “did you get in a fight with your dad again.” From what Felix had told him you only got drunk when you and your father got into blow up screaming matches. He said it’s only happened a handful of times.

You swayed a little before Felix pulled you into his chest. Hyunjin was frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

“Are you going to puke?” Felix asked, rubbing your back as he held you close.

“I think so,” you mumbles with the nausea feeling taking over you. “I can’t walk you,” you whined.

Felix takes a deep breath, still rubbing your back. Hyunjin moves closer so he stands right by them and Felix. “Do you need me to carry her?” He finally speaks.

Felix looks up at his friend with a pleading look in his eyes, “please I can’t lift her.”

Hyunjin squats down behind you. He pulls you away from your roommate and you look up at the beautiful boy with long bleached hair. You smile as you close your hazy eyes, unable to focus on him. Without another word he picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the living room. You looked up at him trying to focus on his beautiful lips. How would it feel to kiss someone with pillow soft lips. Reaching up you touch the soft skin that runs across his jaw. Hyunjin feels conflicted suddenly as you touch him in your drunken state.

“Who are you?” Your voice is low and barely audible.

“Hyunjin,” he says as he sits you down on the cold tile floor near the toilet.

“You’re the boy who is always leaving his painting stuff here,” you mumbled.

Before Hyunjin can even respond you start to puke up the dark liquid you drank to forget your fight with your father. Felix came rushing in and held back your hair as you threw up. He rubs your back saying it’s okay. The same sweet encouraging words he always tells you.

Hyunjin watches as Felix gently takes care of you for about thirty minutes before he excuses himself to go get you a bottle of cold water. He comes back into the bathroom handing you the bottle of water and asks for you to drink it. He asks Hyunjin to talk with him in the hallway.

“Hyunjin I hate to do this but I need to go to class. Can you possibly take care of YN until I get home. It’s my Lit class I can’t miss. The class is two hours long and I’ll come right back when I get out of class.” Felix stares at Hyunjin with a pleading look in his eyes.

Before today Hyunjin had never even met you properly and now Felix was asking him to take care of you.

Felix went to class and for a while Hyunjin sat on the bathroom floor next to you. At first he was unsure of what he should do. Sitting on the floor leaning against the wall you started to sober up as you stared at your roommate's friend.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Bringing the water bottle up to your lips, you drink the cold water. “I’m better now.”

This is the first time Hyunjin officially met you. He sat on the bathroom floor with you for about an hour before you complained about being hungry.

Bending down, he helps you stand up. He helps guide you to the living room where you sit down on the living room couch. He goes off into the kitchen and works on making something to eat. He comes back in with a plate of toast and citrus flavored soda.

“My mom used to always give me this when I was sick growing up.” He sits down on the couch next to you holding out the plate.

Slowly you eat the dry toast hoping it will help fill your empty stomach. You move so you’re sitting on the couch with your back against the arm rest and your legs are curled up close to you.

-LONELY GIRL-

You haven’t ever had someone look after you other than Felix while you’ve been drunk. In the short period of time you’ve known Felix he’s gone out of his way to take care of you when you’ve been a mess, but you didn’t expect his friend who doesn’t really know you to be as kind. You’ve seen him a few times in passing but you never met him. The first time you saw him in your kitchen with Felix you automatically noticed how beautiful he is. Now sitting next to him on the couch you can’t help but stare at his beautiful full lips.

The longer you sit there on the couch eating the better you start to feel.

“Do you want to talk about what you’re feeling?” he asks, holding out the citrus soda for you.

“No,” you shake your head before taking another bite of your toast.

There is something so gentle about the way he looks at you. There is zero judgment in his eyes as he watches you.

“Okay that’s fine.”

You finish the toast he made you and you work on slowly drinking your soda when Felix walks into your apartment. He shuts the door and takes his shoes off. He stops in front of the couch and looks between you and Hyunjin. He sits down on the couch next to you. Reaching over he rests your hand on your knee and gently squeezes it.

“Are you feeling better?”

Silently you nod your head.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” he looks over at Hyunjin.

“No problem.”

“I should probably head home, I need to work on my painting.” You stay on the couch as you watch Hyunjin leave. Felix walks him out before he comes back into the apartment and finds you in the same spot you had been in since Hyunjin helped you to the couch.

“Did you have a bad fight with your dad?” Your roommate hasn’t known you very long but he knows all about your struggles with your family.

“Yes,” you whisper, embarrassed that you let your fight with your father get the best of you.

The rest of the night you spent in your room trying to rest and sober up more. When the morning came you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that Hyunjin took care of you while you were drunk. Only Felix had really ever seen you that drunk.

Looking over at the clock on your nightstand you were reminded you had class in an hour. You got up to start your day. You brush your teeth and do your hair before getting dressed in something warm to wear for the day. Walking into the kitchen you’re caught off guard when you find Hyunjin sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him and his sketch pad. You instantly feel embarrassed this boy had to take care of you while you were drunk. Part of you wants to run, but before you can Felix greets you.

“Good morning YN.”

“Hi,” you awkwardly wave. Sitting down at the small table across from the beautiful boy, Felix placed a cup of coffee in front of you. Hyunjin’s eyes shift from his sketch pad to you a few times as he silently studies you. There is something so gentle about him.

Felix is humming to himself as he’s in the process of mixing together what looks to be his brownies he likes to make. You glance down at the cup of coffee Felix made for you in your favorite yellow cup.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper just loud enough for Hyunjin to hear.

“I’m glad I could help.” There is a softness behind his eyes, and the way he speaks to you feels sincere.

“How can I repay you for taking care of me?” You feel as if you owe him.

Looking up from his sketch pad again he knits his eyebrows together. “You don’t owe me anything.”

-

It has been a couple weeks since your fight with your dad and the cold winter air has left you feeling a little under the weather.

Luckily you had the day off from class and you could spend the day bundled up on the couch drinking tea. The front door opens and Felix walks in with an exhausted looking Hyunjin. You can’t help but watch him push his fingers through his bleached hair. Felix has mentioned Hyunjin was spending most of his time at the art studio attempting to get ready for a huge art exhibit where he was going to sell his art.

“YN, Hyunjin is gonna hang here while I run to the store for a little while,” Felix says rushing off to his room. Felix leaves as quickly as he arrives and Hyunjin is left in your kitchen sitting at the table with his sketchbook. Getting up off the couch and walking into the kitchen you find Hyunjin making a cup of tea. Looking in your fridge you attempt to find something to eat.

“Are you hungry?” Hyunjin asks, breaking the silence between you.

Turning around you find him watching. He looks so tired sitting there. He is dressed in baggy jeans and a gray hoodie.

“I think we’re out of ramen and I’m not really good at cooking,” you’re a little embarrassed that you don’t know how to cook much more than ramen.

“Did you want me to help you cook something?”

You couldn’t quite figure out why Hyunjin was always offering to help you. Before the night of the fight with your father you hadn’t spoken to him before.

“I would really appreciate that.”

Without saying a word Hyunjin starts moving around your kitchen pulling items out of the fridge and out of the cupboard. You watch him carefully wondering if you could learn to cook from him.

“Thank you again for taking care of me,” you say softly.

“No problem. I’m glad I can help.” He plates lunch for both of you and sits down at the table. You sit across from him. You take two bites of food and you can feel his eyes on you.

“You can say whatever is on your mind,” you say between bites.

“I know it’s not my place to say anything because I don’t really know you or your situation.” You know where this conversation is going. Felix and Seungmin have had similar conversations with you. “Have you thought about talking to someone?”

“Like who?”

“Like a therapist,” you were in the process of finding a therapist. Seungmin offered to help you find one.

“I’m trying to find one. Hyunjin, I want you to know I don’t drink often. There have just been a few fights with my dad that I have gotten drunk after.”

He pauses staring at you as he pushes his food around on the plate with his fork. “If you’re ever upset. You can always come to me. You are more than welcome at my apartment or I can come here.” He sounds so nervous as he is talking to you. “I would like to give you my number.”

Hwang Hyunjin is a sweet boy and too pure-hearted for you. He barely knew anything about you and he was going out of his way to make sure you knew you weren’t alone.

“I would really love to be able to see you when I’m upset. I feel like having someone to talk to would be nice.”

It’s not long before Felix comes back and somehow convinces Hyunjin to take the day off from his art project. You spent the whole day hanging out with the boys and when dinner time rolled around Felix ordered take out and put on a movie in the living room. From that night on Hyunjin became a new fixture in your life.

Since that evening you spent with Hyunjin and Felix. Hyunjin has seemed to be at your apartment nonstop. Felix often leaves him alone with you and you can’t really complain. You’ve grown to really enjoy his company. Many evenings have been spent with Hyunjin drawing in your living room with you watching him.

It’s another day and Hyunjin came over before Felix had class. You asked if he wanted to stay and hang out with you once Felix left for the day.

“What are you doing this evening?” You asked walking over to the kitchen table where Hyunjin was sitting working in his sketchbook.

“I need to go to the studio and try to finish part of my painting,” he looks even more stressed than normal.

“Would you be interested in having some company?”

He knits his eyebrows together studying you for a moment. “You want to hang out with me?”

“I like to think we’re friends so I would like to hang together” The more often Hyunjin comes over with Felix the closer you feel like you have grown to him.

“I want to hang out with you. Yeah you can come with me to the studio.”

The walk to Hyunjin studio isn’t long. The whole way there he talks about this painting he’s been trying to finish. He tells you all about how he is trying to make money off these paintings.

Walking into the studio he leads you over to a corner that he’s clearly taken over. Sitting his backpack down on the floor he pushes his fingers through his hair. You notice right away he seems more nervous than normal.

He takes a deep breath as he starts setting his supplies up. You sit in a chair by the window near him. Your eyes are focused on him as you watch him start to paint. The studio he paints in is very relaxing. You’ve heard from Felix that most of the summer Hyunjin spent here working on painting to sell. You can’t help but admire how driven Hyunjin is to make a living off his art.

“This studio is very peaceful,” you break the comfortable silence that had formed between you. He turns away from his canvas and smiles at you. Getting off the stool you walk towards him accidentally bumping a cup of paint brushes knocking them on the floor. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you squat down and start picking them up. He leans down squatting in front of you. “Clearly I’m the opposite of peaceful when I’m here. I’m clearly a walking disaster in every aspect of life.”

He paused, staring at you. He reaches out grabbing your hand before you could pick up another paint brush. “You are far from a walking disaster.” You don’t say anything, you just stare at him. There is sincerity behind his eyes like there always is when he looks at you.

“You have to say that,” you stand up leaving a few paint brushes on the floor.

Hyunjin picks them up and stands in front of you. Silently he reaches out pushing loose hair behind your ear. His calloused fingertips gently grazed your skin. He’s never been this close to you before in what feels like an intimate setting. “Your presence is really calming to me. I really enjoy your company.”

You’ve never felt like somebody truly enjoyed company like Hyunjin does.

“I like spending time with you-“ you pause feeling slightly embarrassed. “I like spending time with Felix and Seungmin, but things are different with you.” You’re aware you have a crush on him and you’re starting to fall for him, but you can't bring yourself to admit it out loud.

“I really like spending time with you.” His hand is lingering on your cheek as you stare at him for a moment. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth before pulling away from you. “You know if you ever want to hang out with me outside your apartment all you have to do is ask.”

“I would like to hang out more outside my apartment.”

Things between you and Hyunjin changed. He became someone you talked to every day. Even if he didn’t come over to your apartment you texted every day and sometimes you even went over to his place. You had been avoiding talking to your parents in attempts to avoid fighting. Many weekends, you find Hyunjin sitting on your couch with you hanging out and watching movies. Even a few times he convinced you to meet up with some of his friends. You quickly learned you liked Chan and his best friend turned girlfriend.

Things seemed to be going pretty good for you and you were pretty happy. Seungmin and Felix's suggestion to talk to a therapist was starting to help. Even though sometimes you felt like you were rambling on about the same thing it was nice to know someone listening.

You tried your hardest to grow and move on from the crippling feeling you were trapped under your parents hold on your life. You spent most of your time with Hyunjin these days or Seungmin, the only other person who truly understood what your life has been like.

Sitting in a coffee shop you were listening to Seungmin talk about some girl he has a bunch of classes with. For the last month Seungmin has been complaining about her. You’ve known him long enough to know he clearly has a crush on this girl.

“Enough about me and this annoying girl. How are things going with you? I feel like I don’t see you nearly as much as I used to. You’re always with Hyunjin now,” you can’t miss the smirk that plays across his lips as he mentions Hyunjin's name.

“I’m okay. Things with my dad are still bad, but I’m seeing a therapist now. Things with Hyunjin are okay.”

“Just okay?” He brings his latte up to his lips.

“He’s my friend Seungmin,” you know your friendship with Hyunjin is odd and it’s clear you like him and you’re pretty sure he likes you.

“I think you like him more than you’re admitting,” he smiles. You’ve known Seungmin for years and he’s always seemed to know what you’re thinking.

“What about you? It seems like you like this girl from your class,” you tease him knowing it will rile him up.

“(YN) you can’t change the subject.”

“He’s my friend and I think he sees me as just his friend,” you sigh.

“Maybe next time you see him you should let him know you like him.”

After your lunch with Seungmin you seemed to think about Hyunjin even more than normal.

-LONELY BOY-

It was a Saturday night and Hyunjin’s apartment was quiet. Changbin and his girlfriend went to a bar with Jisung, Chan and their girlfriends and Minho and Angel went out to dinner. You had a long and tiring day of studying so you decided to call Hyunjin asking if you could come over. Any time you texted him asking to hang out Hyunjin was happy. He had a huge crush on you but was too afraid to admit it. Spending time with you was really bringing him out of his shell.

Sitting on his bed he sketched you without you paying attention. You had become his muse without even trying.

You were scrolling through your phone but kept glancing up at him any chance you got.

“Hyunjin, have you had a girlfriend in college?” You can’t help being curious. Sitting your phone down on the bed next to you.

He pauses looking at you. Biting his bottom lip he studies your face. Taking a deep breath he sighs, “I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never been in a relationship.”

“Oh.”

“I’m quite inexperienced when it comes to girls.” He felt embarrassed admitting this. In his friend group he’s aware he was the only virgin and the only one who was quite inexperienced.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I'm not exactly great at talking to girls.”

“You’re fine talking to Bambi, and Angel,” you pointed out his friendship with the girls in the friend group.

“They’re like sisters to me. I’m not exactly experienced in talking to girls I would like.”

“Oh,” you stop talking. Pausing, you stared at him looking slightly hurt. “Do you see me as a sister?”

He sets his sketchbook down on his bed and looks at you for a long moment. “No.”

“But can you talk to me?”

“You’re different,” a blush creeps across his cheek.

“Is that good?”

“YN what do you want me to say here?” He’s definitely flustered by this conversation. He didn’t plan on confessing he liked you.

“I don’t know. I like you Hyunjin and I was just curious if you liked me.”

“I like you,” he’s trying his hardest to sound confident. The smile that spreads across your face is so heartwarming to him and he can’t help but get butterflies.

“Have you kissed a girl before?” Leaning forward, you get closer to him.

He nods his head. “I’ve kissed people before but haven’t gone much further with anyone.” He still feels embarrassed confessing how innocent he is. He’s managed to get through a few years of college with no sexual experience.

“Have you ever thought of doing more with someone?”

He leans in closer to you really hoping you want to kiss him as badly as he wants to kiss you. “Yes, it’s not that I don’t want to do more. I was a loner in high school and didn’t really have friends and then in college I just had my friend group and I’ve always seen Bambi and Angel as just friends.” He pauses wondering if he rambling on too much. “I’m not exactly great at flirting or letting someone know I’m interested in them.”

“You flirt with me though,” you lean in even closer.

His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He knows you’re teasing him and trying to rile him up, but he knows there’s no malicious intent behind your words. He knows you actually like him.

“Everything with you is different,” he whispers. Your nose brushes against his and it’s taking everything in him not to lean forward and press his lips to yours.

“I’m going to assume that’s good,” you whisper with your lips brushing his. “Would you want more with me?”

Pulling away you leaves him sitting there. You move, straddling his thighs as he sits with his back against the headboard. Hyunjin's head feels like it’s spinning as you sit on his thighs.

“Do you want more with me?” You repeat.

“I’m inexperienced with everything outside of kissing,” he rambles with the tips of his ears bright red.

“That’s fine. If you want more you can learn with me,” the boy below you has really broken down the walls you’ve built and you want to make him feel good.

“YN I really like you, like a lot,” his hand gently rubbed your side earning a smile from you.

“That’s good Hyunjin because I really like you.” He can’t help the goofy smile that plays across his lips.

“I want more with you.” He says.

Without saying another you lean forward pressing your lips to his for your first kiss. One hand rests on his cheek as your lips move together. The moment your lips touched Hyunjin felt the sparks he always hoped he would feel when he found the person he truly liked. His hands gripped your sides holding you close, hoping this kiss wouldn’t end.

-LOST GIRL-

Kissing Hyunjin is everything you wanted it to be. The way he sneaks his hand under your sweater so his hand is resting on the bare skin of your side. Your lips move together and you move your body as close as possible. Your legging cover core comes in contact with his already strained jean cover erection. Pulling away you can’t help but smile. Your fingers tangle in his blonde hair tilting his head back slightly earning a low moan from him. His sweet moans are music to your ears.

“Would you like my help with that?” You’re dying to know what it’s like to touch him.

His eyes go wide at your question and he stutters a bit before responding, “do you want to help?”

“I would love to.”

“Okay. What do I need to do?” He’s obviously nervous.

“Just take your jeans off and sit on the edge of the bed in your boxers.” Sitting on the floor between his legs you look up at him through your eyelashes. “Can you push your boxers down your hips?” He lifts his hips freeing his erection. You can’t help but swallow at the sight of him. “Can I touch you?” You want to make sure he’s fully comfortable with you touching him.

Silently he nods watching you. Reaching out you slowly stroke him the first time earning a moan. Your eyes stay locked on his dark eyes as you stroke his length. Watching him fall apart in your hand is something you’ll never forget. He bites his bottom lip attempting to hold back a moan.

You tighten your grip as both your hands work his length. His lips part and a soft moan passes his lips.

“Do you want my mouth?” You look at him through your lashes.

Silently he nods his head.

Leaning forward you lick his blush colored head that is already leaking precum. You want to know what it’s like for him to fall apart in your mouth. You run your tongue along the underside of his length and he whimpers softly. One of your hands rests on his thigh while the other helps with your ministration. He’s longer than anyone you have ever been with so you’re attempting to take him as much as you physically can. His hands grip the bedding below him.

“YN,” he whines.

Your eyes focus on him as you continue to take him in your mouth.

“I’m going to cum,” he moans. The sight of him so close to the brink of the edge is beautiful.

He tenses under your touch as you pull away. You work on pumping his length hoping he finds his release. With a moan he comes shooting ropes on your cheek and hand. The look on his face completely blissed out is something you’ll never forget.

Wiping away the sticky substance that was left on your cheek you can’t help but smile at how blissed out he looks sitting there.

“I can return the favor,” he’s still attempting to catch his breath.

“I’m okay.” Tonight isn’t about you. You got enough pleasure watching Hyunjin fall apart. You don’t want to rush things with him.

“Did you want to stay the night?” He asks with his eyes still closed as he lays back.

Standing up you walk over to the dresser where you see some loose napkins. You wipe away Hyunjin release from your hand and your cheek. He’s pulling up his boxers and laying on the bed. You can feel his eyes trained on your back.

“You never answered my question,” he says.

“Do you want me to stay the night?”

“Of course I do.”

“Did you want to have sex with me?” You’re curious if he just wants to have sex already.

“Yes I do, but I don’t want to do that tonight. I want you to stay so we could maybe watch a movie and cuddle. I don’t want to rush things. I’m new to all of this.”

Nothing else happened that night between you and Hyunjin. You laid in his bed dressed in his hoodie and a pair of shorts cuddled up next to him. The warmth of his body holding you close made you feel warm and cozy. You felt completely relaxed in his embrace.

When the morning sun rose you cuddled up even closer to him burying your head in his chest.

“Sleeping beauty are you awake?” He asked softly.

“I’m not ready to leave this bed.” You snuggle up closer to his body with your head resting in his chest.

He pulls your body even closer to yours. “You never told me what upset you.”

“I got into a screaming match with my dad and for once after the fight I didn’t feel lonely. I didn’t have a desire to drink away my sadness. I wanted to see you, because you make me happy.”

Your morning with Hyunjin was the domestic normalcy you craved your whole life. Not a single relationship you have ever been in was this simple. You sat in his kitchen he shared with his roommate while he made you breakfast. Sitting at the table you sipped on your coffee and watched him. There was a warmth in your chest whenever you thought about the tall boy with bleached hair. You had grown to care about him deeply and it was clear he cared about you.

When Minho and Angel walked into the kitchen together you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. Hyunjin ran off to his room to grab something for Minho. It didn’t take long for Minho to walk over and sit with you.

“YN I don’t really know you well. I can only talk from the outside looking in. I know you can be kinda a hot mess, but I think your intentions are good with him.”

“Minho,” Angel put her hand on his shoulder. Part of you feels like you should be hurt by Minho’s words but you can’t be. You know he’s just looking out for Hyunjin and you’re glad he has people who protect him.

“What Minho is trying to say. Hyunjin is a really sweet and innocent soul. Please don’t break his heart. You seem like a really sweet girl. We just are asking you not to hurt him.” You can’t take anything they're saying personally. You know they would say this to anyone.

“I care deeply for him, and he’s the first person outside of Felix or Seungmin who really seems to care about me. I don’t want to hurt him.”

Nobody can say anything else before Hyunjin comes back into the kitchen. “I don’t need you guys protecting me,” Hyunjin says. Everyone’s eyes focus on him for a moment.

“We know that,” Minho walks over patting Hyunjin on the shoulder.

His two roommates leave you and Hyunjin alone in the kitchen again. Hyunjin just stands there staring at you. You can tell he’s at a loss or what he should say.

“Don’t worry, they didn’t hurt my feelings. It’s nice to know they care about you and truly love you.”

He rests his hand on your cheek gently. He takes a deep breath staring into your eyes, “I like you so much.”

“That’s good because I like you a lot too.”

-

It had been a month since your first sleepover with Hyunjin and in that time he had grown to be not only your safe place, but he truly made you happy. Since that night together there had been a few fights with your parents that led to you running to him. With mascara streaming down your face he wiped away your tears. One particularly bad fight led to him asking to take a shower with him so he could wash away your tears. Standing under the hot water he used strawberry scented shampoo and helped by washing your hair. Rinsing your hair you step back so your wet back is pressed up against him. There’s a sense of comfort you feel when you’re with him. You feel erection pressed up against your lower back. He’s chosen to ignore it and not say anything so you do the same. His arms wrapped around you hugging you from being. He presses his lips to your temple earning a smile.

“Was coming here the first thing that popped into your mind?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence that has formed between you. He was always the first thing on your mind no matter if you’re happy or sad.

“I didn’t have a desire to drink or do anything other than see you. My therapist said that having someone to talk to when I’m upset is helpful. I don’t feel the need to numb my pain.”

“Are you going to stay the night?”

Since that first night you gave him head you’ve explored other aspects of sexual relationships but haven’t fully had sex. You could tell Hyunjin was still nervous and you didn’t want to do anything that would make him unhappy. If or when you finally have sex and he loses his virginity you want it to be on his terms.

“If you want me to stay. I’ll stay.”

You finish showering and Hyunjin helps you dry off before dressing you in some of his clothes. Laying in his bed curled up next him your head is resting on his chest as he’s talking about another painting he had finished. You could listen to him talk about his art forever.

“Did you want to go to the studio in the morning with me?”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” you whisper.

You listened to him talk for about an hour before you fell asleep in his arms.

-

It’s been a few weeks and Jisung was throwing a party for his girlfriend’s birthday and you didn’t plan on going when Felix invited you, but when Hyunjin brought it up while you were doing your homework sitting in his room while he was painting you couldn’t say no. You hadn’t really hung out with his friend group all at once. You had hung out with Minho and Angel plenty of times. You quickly learned they did everything together and always had wondered if there was something more between them. You had hung out with the couples in the friend group but never all of them together. You really liked Chan’s girlfriend and Chan was a total sweetheart. The other boys were sweet and the same with their girlfriends.

Hyunjin had originally asked for you to ride over to the party with him, but you had to finish an assignment so you needed to show up later. Figuring out what to wear to this party was a little difficult. You wanted to look nice but didn’t want to look like you put too much of an effort in.

Walking into the busy house you couldn’t help but be nervous. Your eyes roamed the room looking for your favorite boy. You found him standing in the middle of the living room. The moment your eyes locked he rushed over to you. He pulls you into a hug pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asked you as he pulled away.

“Sure.” He leads you off to the empty kitchen.

“What would you like to drink?” He asks.

“Just a beer.”

Before Hyunjin can walk away you reach down grabbing his hand. You step towards him pressing your lips to his for a kiss. You haven’t really kissed him in front of people. Not even in front of Felix. He reached down resting his hand on your cheek. He smiles pulling away from him.

“I really like you Hyunjin.”

“My cherry girl, I really like you,” your stomach feels like it’s filled with butterflies.

“Can you come home with me tonight?”

“Of course,” he leans forward pressing his lips to yours for another kiss.

With a beer in your hand Hyunjin leads you off towards the living room.

Standing next to Hyunjin in the busy living room you feel so comfortable next to him. There was a time before you knew him where you could be in a crowded room and feel so lonely. But when you’re with Hyunjin you feel almost as if you’re home.

He leans down with his lips brushing your ear. Closing your eyes you smile waiting for him to say something. “What are you thinking about?” His hands gently rub your back.

“Do you ever feel lonely in a room filled with people?” You look up at him.

“I did in high school.” He’s told you before high school wasn’t the best for him.

“I did too before I met you and Felix.”

“Do you still feel lonely?”

Shaking your head you can’t help but smile, “not anymore.”

You spend the whole party by Hyunjin's side. You’ve grown to really like Hyunjin and Felix’s friend group. Everyone is really nice and even Minho seems to have warmed up to you. You’re assuming Angel might have something to do with that. You noticed very early on him and Angel seem to be closer than just friends.

After being at the party for a few hours it’s after midnight and a few people have left. You look around noticing all Hyunjin’s roommates are missing. You saw Changbin make his way out the front door a while ago taking his girlfriend with him. You realize you haven’t seen Angel or Minho in a while.

“Did Minho and Angel go back to the apartment?”

“Probably. Minho doesn’t really like parties and if he leaves normally Angel goes with him.”

“Are you ready to go back to my place?” You can’t help but be a little nervous.

“Yeah.”

Arriving at your apartment you notice Felix still at the party and can’t help but be relieved. Taking Hyunjin's hand you lead him off to your bedroom making sure to lock the door behind you.

Hyunjin stands at the foot of your bed nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of his sweater. Walking towards him you lean up pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss.

“What do you want to do tonight?” You pull away from his lips slowly.

“Um-um-“ he’s stuttering letting you know he’s nervous. “Did you want to have sex?”

You can’t help but smile as you nod. The idea of having sex with him is enough to make your body feel like it’s instantly warming up.

Leaning forward you crash your lips into his for a searing kiss. It takes very little effort for you to both work on removing your clothes. With each passing kiss you notice Hyunjin’s nerves are starting to settle.

With each kiss it’s not long before you’re both fully naked.

Sitting on your knees completely naked between his legs. Leaning forward you rest your hand on his chest. His heart is racing fast. You know he’s nervous, he’s made it clear to you he’s not experienced. You’re nervous yourself because he’s really important to you and you want his first time to be special.

“Lay down for me,” you whisper.

You’re both completely naked. Reaching forward you take his hardened length in your hand. You stroke his length earning a beautiful moan from him. Everything about the boy laying below you is captivating.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked you. If only Hyunjin knew how much you wanted him. “You’re sober right?” The tiny bit of alcohol has nothing to do with how badly you want him. You barely had anything to drink.

“I’m sober,” you purr. You’ve only had one beer at Jisung’s girlfriend's birthday party. You move so you're straddling his lap with his dick nestled between your legs. “I only drank that one beer.”

He sits up again. His hand takes your hips rubbing your wet core against his hardened length. You moan with your lips close to him. Rolling your hips the head of his cock rubs against your sensitive bundle of nerves. A gasp passes your lips as you roll your head back. Hyunjin’s large hands roam your back as if he’s trying to remember how your skin feels. “Baby,” he whimpers, rutting his hips into yours.

“I want all of you,” you moan.

Leaning forward he presses his lips on your neck. He leaves a wet trail of kisses across your skin.“You can have all of me.” His words set a fire in your veins.

“Are you sure you want your first time with me? I’m kinda a mess according to Minho.”

Reaching out his hand resting on your cheek, “there is no one else I would rather have my first time with.”

“I’m on the pill and clean,” you say. You trust Hyunjin and you hope he trusts you. He just nods.

Lifting your hips you take his length in your hand lining it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down. Hyunjin is bigger than anyone you’ve ever slept with before. There is a long moment of silence between you and the only thing that can be heard is both your heavy breathing. The look on Hyunjin's face is something of pure beauty. His eyes are blown with lust, and his beautiful soft lips are parted as staggered breaths pass them. The burning sensation between your legs causes minimal discomfort as you adjust to his size. You could stay like this forever just sitting on him filled you to the brim as you stare at his beautiful face. You take his face in your hands and gently drag your thumb across his cheek.

“Are you ready for me to move?” You ask.

“Yes.”

Slowly you lift your hips and slide back down his length. The blissed out look that plays across Hyunjin's face is absolutely intoxicating.

His hands roam any and everywhere they can reach. You’ve had quite a lot of sex since you lost your virginity but nothing has ever felt this intimate. Your name leaves his lips like a prayer. With each drag of his cock touching just the right spot inside you you can’t help but moan. Keeping a steady pace your lips crash into his muffling the moans that keep passing your lips. One of his hands takes your breast massaging it and earning a gasp as he tweaks your hardened nipple.

“I’m so close-“ he gasps “please- please- please,” he’s pleading desperately on the edge of finding his release. “Please tell me you’re close.”

Nodding your head you reach down to start rubbing your sensitive clit hoping to find your release with him. His lips are all over your neck leaving a trail of wet kisses as you fall apart moaning his name. He takes the leap right with you pulling you down to his lap keeping your body close to his still moaning as he paints your walls white. He doesn’t last very long for his first time, but everything about your time together is perfect. His head rests on your shoulder as he takes slow deep breaths trying to come down from his high. Pushing him back gently he lays down with you still on top of him. He’s still nestled inside you with no sign of pulling out.

“I like you so much,” he whispers before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“I like you too Hyunjin.”

-

It’s been a month since you and Hyunjin’s first time. Things have been going great. You’re with him practically all the time and he makes you really happy. You’ve done your best to avoid talking to your parents. It’s been quite easy when Hyunjin is great at distracting you. You spend many evenings in the studio with him while he’s painting. You normally sit on the floor watching him while you work on your homework. You can’t help but feel proud watching him complete each of his pieces he’s been working hard on.

Today isn’t a great day for you. Your father managed to get ahold of you and your fight you had was uglier than normal. He can't seem to get past the idea of setting you up in arranged marriage like your sister was practically set up in. The phone call ended with you saying you were done. You told him he no longer controlled your life or got to make decisions for you.

Your screaming match with your father left you a crying mess. You knew when you were upset like this you needed to call Hyunjin or even Felix but you didn’t, instead you reached for the bottle of whiskey you had in your closet you hadn’t touched in a very long time.

Grabbing the bottle you head off to the kitchen grabbing a can of coke and sitting down at the table with a glass in front of you. You quickly drink the first strong concoction you made attempting to help with the anger and sadness taking over you. After multiple therapy sessions and getting to know Hyunjin you know this isn’t helping you. But right now you’re so upset it doesn’t matter.

You make a second drink and sit down as Felix walks into your apartment with Hyunjin right behind him. Felix stops in the kitchen the moment he notices you and steps aside as Hyunjin eyes locked on you. A sad look plays across his face and you instantly feel terrible.

Felix pats Hyunjin’s back and says, “I’m gonna go out to lunch with Seungmin.”

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything as he walks across the kitchen and sits down across from you silently.

The front door shuts letting you know Felix has left, leaving you alone with Hyunjin.

The silence in the room is louder than anything you’ve ever experienced. You instantly regret that you didn’t call Hyunjin the moment you hung up the phone with your father.

You take a sip of your jack and coke, and stare at Hyunjin who is intently watching you. The bitter liquid hits your tongue and your eyes never leave his. Bringing the cup down, you watch him carefully. He seems at loss for words.

“You clearly want to say something,” you break the silence that's formed between you.

He pushes his fingers through his bleached hair that is already showing his dark roots. “Why are you drinking?” He knows you, and he knows that the only reason you would be drinking at eleven in the morning is if you’re upset. Pushing your drink away from you and rubbing your face. How do you tell him that you might lose everything because you told your dad you were done.

“I talked to my dad.”

“I’m assuming it didn’t go well?” he reaches out, taking the cup away from you. You don’t say anything, you just watch him look at the cup. “Maybe you should drink less unless you want to become an alcoholic.”

His words feel like a bucket of ice water poured on you. You bite your bottom lips trying to take in what he just said. His words are harsh but you know he’s saying it only because he cares about you. He’s told you before he doesn’t like you drinking so his words shouldn’t be that shocking. “Maybe you should work less because you’re already a workaholic.”

He just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at your retort. “I’m a workaholic because I need to make money off these paintings.” He gets up walking over to the sink to pour out your drink you’ve barely touched.

You feel like an asshole for calling him a workaholic. You know why Hyunjin works like he does. He’s trying his hardest to support himself. He’s also been trying his hardest not to overwork himself. According to Angel before you Hyunjin didn’t hangout with anyone who wasn’t in his little friend group.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” you say softly. You want to cry again at the thought of hurting his feelings.

“YN you know why I made the comment about you drinking?” You don’t say anything, you just stare at him. “It’s because I care about you. I don't just care about you as a friend, I like you a lot and I need you to stop drinking when you fight with your dad. I’m aware you don’t drink every day, but I wish when you were upset you would at least talk to me. I thought you realized I want you to feel like you can always come to me.”

“Hyunjin I told my dad today I’m done with the family. I’m probably going to lose everything. I told him I don’t want to talk to them anymore.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you for a long moment before silently blinking. Without saying a word he stands up and walks over to your chair and holds out his hand. Taking his hand you stand up. He doesn’t say anything as he pulls you into a hug. He holds you close with your cheek resting against his chest. He rubs your back and you suddenly don’t feel hurt by your fathers words. You hold him close not wanting to let go of the boy who is breaking down your walls.

“You don’t need your fathers approval to be happy,” He pressed his lips to the top of your head. Your eyes brim with tears when you realize your whole life you’ve tried getting away from your fathers plan for you, there was a part of you that so desperately wanted his approval. Salty tears slide down your cheek soaking his tan sweater. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, and I wish you would realize that I would do anything to make you happy.”

Pulling away you look up into his pretty brown eyes. Your hand rests on his cheek, and gently you drag your thumb across his plush bottom lip. Pulling away from him you rub your face pushing away your tears. “(YN) I want you to know I love you.”

Your chest tightened for a moment at his confession. You push away your tears knowing no one will care for you like he does. He’s fallen in love with you after seeing you at your best and your absolute worst. Even seeing you crying a mess he still loves you.

“Hyunjin I love you too.” You’ve known since that night you slept together for the first time you had fallen for him.

“Please stop drinking because you’re upset with him. Just come to me when you need someone to talk to.”

“Okay.” You whispered, hugging him tightly.

The rest of the night you don’t touch any more alcohol. Hyunjin cooks you lunch and you spend the day together. You start by watching a movie in the living room before you move to your bedroom with the intention of just cuddling but it’s not long before you’re both lying in bed naked.

He’s hovering over you slowly thrusting into you. Your hands cling to his back holding him close as your lips move together. One leg is hooked over his back with your foot resting right above his butt. You moan his name encouraging him. His thrusts are slow but deep. After your first time together Hyunjin took the time to learn the perfect way to make you fall apart. You reach your hand between your two bodies and rub quick circles on your sensitive clit.

His nose rests against your as he continues his slow pace, “baby are you that desperate to cum?”

“I need you,” you gasp as the coil in your stomach tightens. “I’m so close,” you practically whine.

“Then cum baby,” he crashes his lips into yours muffling your moans.

He finds his own release shortly after. He removes himself from you and lays down next to you with his body plastered against yours. You can’t help but smile as you look over at him in his blissed out state. You’ve managed to fall in love with him without even trying.

-

Things weren’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows. You were still going to fight with your parents when they tried to contact you, but after long talks with Hyunjin he always told you that things would work out. Things between you were good and you were absolutely in love with him. Nobody has ever made you happy like he has.

When his art exhibition rolled around it was an absolute hit. He managed to sell all his paintings and make more than he thought he would. You can’t help but feel proud knowing he worked so hard to achieve his goal.

After a night out celebrating with all his friends at the bar he hovered over your naked body repeating how much he loved you between kisses across your jaw. There is nobody else you would have rather fallen in love with then him. You love him with your whole heart and soul, and know he feels the same way about you.

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[beddybites]

i got a ton of asks in my inbox so im just going to put all of them here so i don't spam u guys with it haha

this is really the only guy i use. felt pen on clip studio is excellent for the sketchier style i like! when it comes to coloring i just use a basic solid brush !

i imagine they do, and they each get assigned a baby (tanjiro with giyuu, inosuke with sanemi, and zenitsu with obanai) but it lasts for barely a day. inosuke has no idea what hes doing and obanai cant stand zenitsu

tengens wives find the situation hysterical but they help out however they can. ofc they all fight over tengen. they love helping out with the kiddies but they especially enjoy taking care of the younger ones-- they think mui, mitsuri, and shinobu are adorable! tengen definitely tries to flirt with them but hes a cringe fail ten year old

kanao, aoi, and the butterfly girls all help out as well. kanao and shinobu are typically glued together

shinjuro and senjuro are shocked to see rengoku (and obanai) and while shinjuro is pissed off at first, he can't Not take in his boys. senjuro and little obanai are super similar in nature so

urokodaki, tengen, and nezuko are worried but excited about giyuu's transformation. they're like lets freaking go. good childhood moment

and of course genya thinks the situation is hilarious and hes happy to get to spend time with his brother, although he's VERRRRY awkward. he's a bit avoidant at times but usually gyomei and tanjiro can talk him

aw thank you! to answer your question;; shinobu and gyomei basically spend time with him and are attentive to his wants/needs to help him recognize he does matter. rengoku and the others help with this! essentially love language stuff and affirmations and what not

ill be honest i totally forgot about this. yea! i would say the babies are only put in a very specific area of the manor and they deep clean it constantly. if they have a good amount of sick/wounded i imagine they have gyomei or etc take them in. im not sure! in my mind the hashira all rotate and babysit and etc

this 100% happens. urokodaki learned the news and had never traveled to the headquarters so fast

ohh this is a fun question! truthfully im not sure what the answer to this would be... i appreciate all the questions/ideas/etc!! if anything id love to have more questions about general characterization stuff, since thats my favorite favorite favorite to talk about!!! maybe more questions about like... what their relationships are like, do they have nicknames for each other, that sort of thing... idk! either way im glad people are interested :D

sanemi tries to make them laugh. he remembers his little siblings always cheering up when he would make silly faces and sounds, so he does that here

giyuu awkwardly pats the other baby's back/head and is like "there there" ... he remembers how sabito's hugs would make him feel better so he awkwardly hugs the other. most of the time obanai/sanemi stop crying purely bc they're confused as to why giyuu is hugging them

obanai would usually talk them out of it, but he can't do too much since he's restricted to baby babble. so instead, he will try to find one of their toys and "gift" it to them. ex giyuu was sobbing hysterically until obanai found his fox plushie and gave it to him

awww shucks... stop it u guys.....!

im doing ok!!! hanging in! got 3/13 commissions done so busy busy!

also, for future ref, i prefer being called "bite" !!! i know a lot of people call me ghost, so i just wanted to take a moment to correct that :D

awwwwww this is so sweet!! thank you so much!!!!!!

defintely one of the rodent pokemon. my favorite pokemon changes constantly but im told i have mimikyu / teddiursa / bunneary vibes. i also like espurr. i have no idea UWEIHRWE

i think he would be a little awkward at first but he would get the hang of it. most of what he does is just keep them entertained and make sure they arent sick or hurt. though he eventually builds up the courage to ask if he can feed obanai. from that point on whenever muichiro is babysitting he's the one offering to feed him, though someone else has to make the bottle-- he doesn't know how to do that

this is canon

Hands down, Obanai. Though I also feel really sad for Gyomei and Muichiro, and I think Tengen's story (what we know of it) is pretty sad. I don't like comparing traumas, though! but yeah. obanai is. wow. poor guy

and to those of you sending art requests; i see them, i promise! commissions come first, so they may take time for me to get done!

thank you guys for all the questions! i always love checking my inbox and getting an excuse to talk about things...

[casablancarossa]

Stolen Night.

<<an [Angsty] taemin x reader scenario>>

Synopsis: You and Taemin had history, and not all history is rainbows and roses and now, you two are going deal with that history whether you two liked it or not.

Pairings : taemin x female!reader

Genre : Angst

Content Warning : Language, Alcohol, Implied Sex

Author's Note: I love a good angsty moment, only time I get to imagine Taemin as anything but baby cheese.

This is a long one so get comfy and..

Enjoy your stay♥️

In the long series of desks, placed side by side with little nightlight for the students who preferred an evening study session, your hunched frame sat somewhere in the middle close to the nearest working water machine that would dispense hot water for your tea. Surround you was; Onew, who had his head down, resting on his arms, half asleep, placed on your right; Kibum who was perched on a seat, on the other side of Onew, knees pressed up to his chest, reading the latest Vogue magazine; Minho, who has focused on rewatching last night's football match with earphones on, sitting right in front of Kibum, and of course your 'boyfriend', but not, Taemin, who has sat in front of you doing nothing but practically throwing daggers with his eyes.

You could barely make an audible sigh to catch their attention, quietly mumbling to yourself that you shouldn't have told them where you were. It was fortunate that despite how noticeable the boys are, none of the other students in the library have made a fuss. That or they have been really discreet and you'll probably wake up tomorrow seeing photos plastered with the headline. 'Ex-SM Trainee supported by boyfriend and group'. You iterate to yourself once more, a little louder this time, they shouldn't have bothered visiting you, feeling more like a burden than usual.

"Yeah, but who else is going to tell you to chill and take a break..", Onew's voice was slightly slurred and barely the hum of a whisper, but you manage to pick up on every word, rolling your eyes at the fact that he was correct.

You pondered in silence, pursing your lips and smiling as you lean to ruffle Onew's hair, thanking him and by extension the rest of the guys for making time to see you.

When you boldly made the choice to pursue further education in Japan, you'd think that it would be your your parents, who would be sad and pleading you that you can pursue the same course in Seoul, or your younger siblings crying that they would be lost without you, but those experiences paled in comparison to how the men, sitting in the library with you now, reacted. At first, they thought it was a joke, but when suddenly you needed Kibum to simplify an application form so you could properly fill it up, the news suddenly hit them like a wall, which ensued an elaborate 3-month plan to find ways to make you stay.

You could only laugh at the stupidity of it all. It wasn't like you were travelling halfway across the world. You were essentially a small pond away and if anything the boys could visit you anytime them wanted when they had a long period of promotions in Japan.

"I appreciate you guys coming, but Taemin looks like he is regretting not using his maknae privilege to go back to the dorm, instead he is staring at me like he wants to kill me", you whisper harshly while spinning your head to see if your comment was loud enough to disturb the other students in the area.

His eyes darkened with every glare, tucking his legs further into the table so that he could throw his leg out, kicking you at the shins which elicited a yelp out of you followed by dead silence at the other library goers look at you. How could he not be so annoyed, when you barely greeted him and have been talking to him informally and seem to dote extra hard on the other but not him.

Your face scrunches, throwing an annoyed look at Taemin before casting a pleading one towards Minho, who sighed and reached to flick Taemin at the back of the head. Taemin in response tried to lunge towards Minho with a fake taunt, fist pulled back and he would have tried to push the fake out if it weren't for Key who finally raised his head from what he was reading, ripping out a hiss through his teeth, the look of annoyance on his face. It was enough to placate Minho and Taemin from turning a fake out to an actual hissy fight but Key had ulterior motives, leaving his seat to take the spare one beside you, resting his arm on the backrest of your chair and leaning in close to you.

"Look, no one has been more supportive than I have in you leaving the company, but going to Tokyo for a fine arts course is a bit of a left field"

"Get to your point oppa", you groan, throwing your head back to look at him.

The sudden closeness between the two of you irritated the dark haired male sitting across you, folding his arms and looking at any direction but in front of him.

"I'm just saying, you're a talented person, you ran rings around idols who have been around for much longer and you're a triple threat..." Key further spoke, his eyes soften as if memories just played in his head in one big reel.

"And if it weren't for Taemin and the company, I would have been under the label... but I didn't and now I can't even work on the stuff I worked on" your voice dropped before looking away, stealing a glance to see that Taemin had heard your statement and responded with a clenched jaw after hearing his name so specifically mentioned.

The reason why Taemin was your boyfriend, but technically not, was because it was all just for show to save face.

Almost a year ago, a set of photos released by Dispatch from an anon source, caused waves with netizens. Said photos were primarily photos of Taemin at a nightclub in Spain, with one one in particular was a photo of Taemin engaging in intimate relations with a random girl on the dancefloor. The photo was blurry at best and most people had doubts if it even was Taemin. Normally, this would have been swept under a rug, especially since a lot of people thought it wasn't him and for the people who did think it was Taemin, were hellbent on finding out who the girl was as nasty comments flied in, cursing the innocent party, calling them a whore for ruining Taemin's image.

However, if SM controlled the press by saying it was a photo of Taemin and his girlfriend, then maybe fans would be more forgiving. Coincidentally, it wasn't just Taemin, but you and the rest of the SHINee members were spotted at that club in Spain.

That's where you come into the picture. You had been waiting to be debuted under SM and debut a rebranded image of yourself. Originally starting as a self-produced indie artist, your sporadic attendance in music shows and the rumours of your debut with SM, meant that you could be very well acquainted with SHINee.

If SM could spin that you and Taemin had just begun a relationship prior to the photo, then maybe netizens wouldn't call their 'ace' a sudden playboy, making out with random girls when he is drunk.

It took about 2 months after the official statement was released before the knives were suddenly turned towards you. People were calling you a sell-out for signing with a company. People were saying that you were using your relationship with Taemin to launch your music career. They know nothing, you thought to yourself. Meanwhile Taemin, came out of it unscathed, being a private person, meant he didn't have to worry about posting about you constantly and if you were in his posts, usually it is with other SHINee members.

By default, SM had put your debut on standby, stating that debuting you so soon after your scandal might not generate good PR, while Taemin only had his comeback pushed back by 2 months.

After almost a year wait after the incident, you gave up waiting being in the good graces of the company and just left for Japan. Now that you think about it, you technically weren't out of your contract, but you haven't been home in 2 months and yet you and Taemin were still pretending to be a couple in public. Your consistent closeness with SHINee would raise questions if you and Taemin ever 'broke up' and malicious rumour could pop out again.

Your train was thoughts was rudely cut off with Key leaning in to blow air onto your cheeks, causing a shock in your system before suppressing your giggle and smacking him in the arm. "Earth to Y/N, I was asking if you just want to rent out the book and I promise I will help you study in the dorm with wine"

"What? She's staying the night?" Taemin rejected the thought of you entering the dorm, which broke your heart slightly.

"She's your girlfriend, and also she's our friend, of course she can.." Minho whispered, flicking his wrist to smack Taemin on the shoulders with a sly grin.

"She's not my ---"

"She's not your girlfriend.. we get it.. jeeze Taem, you'd think you hate the poor girl" Onew interjects in Taemin's rebuttal, finally sitting up and stretching his arms out before resting one over your shoulder, tussling your hair gently.

Seeing his hyungs so close to you, practically hit a nerve in Taemin, although as much as he wants to deny it doesn't, it does. His chest rises with a deep breath in before controlling his breath out, trying to calm himself, rolling his eyes before turning his head to look at Minho who was now playing with the pages of Kibum's magazine.

"Alright okay, fine, we can go for dinner --" you began, raising your wrist to look at your watch, but noticing that it had gotten pretty late, "-- or midnight snack. But Tokyo never sleeps so... I'll pick up the book next time"

You began closing various books on historical art and started piling them to a stack. You shoo'd away Key or Onew's hands whenever they tried to help you pack your bag, insisting that you can manage by yourself, giggling whenever Onew would pout saying that 'SHINee's Princess' should be spoiled even when she is studying. Your eyes could only roll at the statement, scoffing at how ridiculous it sounded but you basically have been adopted by majority of the SHINee members, often doting on you since they met you at the recording studio.

"Go on, you guys can wait outside, I'll just return these then I'll head out. Bummie oppa, can you take my bag please?"

Key nodded and waved you off as the boys stand up, getting themselves ready, picking up any loose items and placing them in your bag before collectively leaving the library.

As you navigated what felt like a maze, you began muttering curses. Particularly, curses about Taemin. In your eyes the man was complete idiot, but so were you. Your suddenly vocalized monologue of being annoyed, made your blood boil, expressing your disbelief that you even liked him, still like him, hell he never left your thoughts for more than minute, you sighed to yourself, that only if you knew what he was like outside of his idol image, you wouldn't have picked him as your bias.

Your ramblings had manifested physically, every time you voiced out something that Taemin did that annoyed you, you would grab one of the more sturdier book and lightly bang it against your head, or a surge of energy would cause you to jump up and down, punching the air violently before letting out a barely there scream.

"You're an idiot Lee Taemin... so fucking drunk, you forgot it was me that night.." you sighed in defeat while placing a book on one of the shelves.

Seeing the book you had just placed, suddenly get taken away, definitely spooked you, but you were ill prepared to see a face pop into view. Taemin's face, looking at you with curious eyes. "Hm. For someone who had a lot to say about me, you're pretty silent now", his voice felt flat, cold, unnatural.

"You'd be silent too if you got scared like I did" you scoffed, walking away, continuing to look for the sections the remaining books in your arm would go.

"So... you still like me huh?" Taemin smirks, following you and grabbing a random book from a shelf to inspect it, brushing his finger against the pages before returning it.

"I'm surprised that's what you got amongst all the other shit I've said.."

You stop in an aisle and tried to appropriately place a book on the shelf, making sure it didn't accidently push out another book or accidentally smash and crimping the pages. "Why are you here Taemin?", you paused but your head refused to look at his direction.

Taemin's frame casually leans against the bookcase, folding his arms and bit his lips a few times, an obvious sign that he was hesitant in speaking out his thoughts. He carefully brushed his dark locks back and sighed, turning his head away as he tries to form sentences in his head before speaking out of turn. "Look Y/N, I know we really haven't seen eye to eye recently and yeah I know, you blame me for not debuting..."

"Look at that. The great SM ace, Lee Taemin is self aware after all", the dryness in your voice, mixed with sarcasm, didn't seem to faze him at all.

"I didn't tell SM to use your name. Frankly I would have been happy to say it was a secret girlfriend and then make a 'breakup' announcement a few months later" Taemin tried to defend himself..

"Oh for crying out loud Taemin...." you groan softly, rolling your eyes, but your words had stopped, trapped in between your tongue. An aggravated sigh left your lips before pushing past him and turning a corner to place your last book in its spot.

"Look, I said I'm sorry! I'm sorry I stalled your plans..." he sighs defeatedly, his head following your movement

"Taemin.. ", you take a deep breath before continuing ".. do I look like I give a flying fuck about my plans or debuting?" you tone controlled but loud enough that it was met with a few hushes from lurking students who were also trying to check out a few books.

"Should I not assume so? You looked miserable studying. You looked like you'd rather be anywhere else but here" he retorts, pacing up closer to you and grabbing your arms to pull you to a more secluded part of the library, ending up near the door of an emergency stairwell.

The strength in which he dragged you, should be something you could easily counter, but you felt weak in his hold, like something in you wanted to see where this could lead, then again, you are not the happiest towards him, so you have to actively try and push him away.

"Let me go Taemin...you're wrong. I'd rather be anywhere else but beside you" you grunted, prying his hands away from your arms, turning on your heels to walk away.

But before you even thought about taking a step, Taemin, grabbed you by the arms again, pulling you towards him and pinning you against the bookcases with a solid thud. His arms placed on either side of your head, gripping onto the shelves, almost leaning down to look at you.

"So what are you so annoyed about then?" his soft voice interlaced with intrigue, he almost sings the question to your ear.

You remained to stand firm, refusing to buckle underneath him, but your eyes met and you couldn't help but soften your gaze the minute you saw those sweet pools, drowning you out. It was tough, but you finally were able to break eye contact, lowering your head , almost pressing down onto his shoulders.

Taemin remained in silence, keeping his position still, only to turn and weave his head whenever to try to observe your face and to gauge your expressions. After a while, he tried to pursue a question he tried to avoid asking since you caught him following you. "Why are you still thinking about that night?"

He was met with your head, shaking, refusing to answer. Taemin presses the question once more, this time, his voice was so sweet to your ear it was almost tempting. Your eyes close and your head throws back, banging the back slightly against the shelving, in a rhythmic pulse. "Y/N?"

"That night in Spain? The photos? Taemin, that wasn't some random girl. It was me", your eyes open to see his face so close to yours.

Taemin remained silent, nothing on his countenance could help you gauge his thoughts and feelings as you speak. Does he remember? Why is he not reacting at all? Maybe he doesn't like the fact it was me.

"Then you left the next morning and by the afternoon.. you didn't even remember it was me that you were with...", your voice quivered, trying to remain calm.

"So you know something after all..."

A dry chuckle left Taemin's throat, and you stared at him, puzzled and worried. For the longest time since the photo leak and days prior to it, you assumed that Taemin had no recollection of that night or who he was with. To the same extent, Taemin had made similar assumptions towards you.

Now both of you are faced with the dilemma and knowledge, that you two remember a little bit more than you two would like to reveal. The memories did puzzle themselves back together with rough timeline of that night.

~~

SHINee have often holidayed in Spain and took notions to fly out there during their spare time. They can roam around somewhat anonymously and usually you would be tagged along with them.

The last trip you accompanied them with, they were finally able to do the trip without any 'company' chaperone. That means, it was just the 5 of you, with no managers, no on-site Korean local translators, no supervision and no nightly check-ups.

Through tactical socializing and a few friendly handshakes and offers for drinks, you managed to get you and the boy a last minute reservation for a booth in a club that you had heard about from another indie artist. It was esentially the group's first night of freedom and the boys could be messy as long as it didn't generate enough buzz back home.

So it was no surprise that Minho had turned into a sporty frat boy for the duration of the trip, Key pushed the limits of his alcoholism , Onew, being the great leader that he is, was reserved, dabbling into drinking and re-exploring the world of cigarettes and cigars. Taemin on the other hand, had no qualms of suppressing his need to flirt, to seduce and to casually bang girls for the duration of the trip. If it weren't for you and Key returning back to the AirBnB, you wouldn't have caught Taemin trying to eat out a girl on the dining table.

A stark difference to the Taemin, who only a few weeks up to that point, could barely have enough of you. He was flirty, attached to the hip and endlessly sought out ways to catch your attention. To only have himself in your eyes and he was well aware that you liked him back. But after a heart-breaking rejection from your end, Taemin's attitude had somewhat flipped and next thing you know you were cast aside. Still friendly, but somewhat off.

It shouldn't hurt the way it should have, and god knows you were madly into Taemin, but with your career on the line, at the time, rejecting him felt like it was the only right thing to do.

So when it came to that night in the club, it was almost weird to have Taemin cling onto you. He stuck close by and eventually when Key, Minho and Onew were basically trapped in their own bubble, partying with the locals on opposite sides of the place, Taemin was practically inseparable from you.

The way he mewled your name, how he sat close you, resting his arms over your shoulder, his spare hand resting on your lap, and how he'd pull you in, so you could hear his ramblings through the loud music. All of it, along with your trusted wingman, alcohol, made the night one giant dream.

That night, Taemin would passively comment how you broke his heart and now he had to find you through other girls. How none of them carried the weight your smile did for him. How he could never get lost in their eyes. How he never felt the need to protect their smiles. Eventually, Taemin blamed himself for his actions. He knew better, he knew what it was like to debut and the price that came with that; he understood why you had to reject him in the first place.

At some point, you were convinced the the boy didn't know what he was on about. You heavily doubted he'd remember all of this and you'd find out the next morning that you'd be right.

Equally, you too delved into the deepest parts of your heart, affirming Taemin that you also liked him back, how you've always had a crush in him and in the turbulent world of the industry, more than SHINee, more than anyone else, Taemin had been the most supportive. He was the only one who saw you sparkle the way you wanted to. You both know, you were madly obsessed with each other, but there was never the right time. Pouring your heart out came easy with alcohol, but you remained coy, almost demure, despite your choice of clothing, and Taemin loved all of it and he admits to you that he has to come into terms of letting the idea of you go.

But he followed you to the dancefloor that night, amongst the crowd, his hands barely left your waist, moving and grinding against your body. As the climactic beat drops, his head would also lower, softly grazing his lips along your neck, peppering it with kisses until you succumb and sink back into his frame, rolling your head to the side, giving him more access to drown you in affection. Suddenly you two were lost in the buzz and the music and by the time you had spun around to face Taemin, all sense of thought just left your head.

You grabbed him by his shirt and him pulling you closer than possible, the vague memory of whispering, unsure who said what.. It was barely audible and you could barely remembered what you said to him and what his response was, but it must have been something insane because immediately, Taemin has pulled you closer, hand on your neck and waist as he plants a heavy and heated kiss. Instinctively, you pushed into the kiss, lapping up his lips and softly nibbling on the bottom one before letting out a soft moan as his teeth grazes on your tongue, one of his hand sneakily reaching down to squeeze your ass through your dress.

Then it was a blur. Amongst your memories was the heavy make-out sessions in the bathroom in the club, the make-out in the hallway on the way out of the club, getting in trouble with the taxi driver as you two could barely keep your hands off each other.

The next thing you remember is waking up in your bed, naked, feeling a bit sore, but also alone. As you crawl over to the edge of the bed, you see your discarded clothes, but no evidence of the man you brought to your bed last night.

By lunch time as you came to the dining table late, despite being severely hungover, Onew and Minho teased you as a large bruised mark encompassed the side of your neck, Key was busy making brunch and Taemin who was sitting opposite you, was claiming, he truly had minor recollection of last night but vividly remember making out with a random 'bitch'. That was the term he used and it was stuck in your brain like glue. He probably didn't mean it as maliciously as he intended, but it still stung you, confused on the exact events, but you were damn near certain, it was you and Taemin who were in bed, but maybe not. Maybe it wasn't Taemin I was with. You try to convince yourself that it really wasn't Taemin because we would never cross the line like that.

So you also claim that you had no memory, claiming the last thing you remembered was convincing Key to do shots with you, before flirting with some dancer who was up on makeshift stages. Taemin's face contorts in confusion before remaining silent, internally questioning whether you truly forgot, because you spoke so confidently not even throwing a glance at him.

~~

By the look on his face now, and his words earlier on that you could tell the memory wasn't too blurred for him, in fact he appears to remember all of it, down to the last detail, while you only have a vague recollection of it. A memory that you only remembered clearer access to, months after the fact. After the photo leak, after the PR announcement, after several months of posed "photo-ops". By that point, you almost seemed certain it was him and to you, it seemed like you were the only one to remember. How wrong you were now.

Now that you two are standing so close to each other in the back corner of some library, the tense intimacy of hearing the shift of one's breathing or the slight double beat of their pulse.

"Even if I only remember some bits..." you hissed lowly, slightly pushing Taemin back with your hands to create a gap. "To you, I was just another girl in your endless quest and I'm not going to stand here pretending I'm okay with that" the was a quiver in your voice, eyes glistening, as you duck under his arms, attempting to leave, pushing the door of the emergency exit stairwell, rushing down the stairs

"What? Hold on y/n, what?", puzzled, Taemin chases after you, slamming the fire door shut.

Taemin was almost too stunned, yes, he may have tried to suppress the memories of that night but it was apparent to him and only him that he remembered that night distinctively different from you. His eyes cast over, as you starts rushing down the set of stairs, before turning back to look at him, ready to scream.

"For fuck's sake Taemin, you took advantage of the fact that I had feelings for you.! Then the next day, you thought you had been with a random girl, when it was me! Turns out you knew all along and yet you have been nothing but an asshole to me. I lost my chance at a good career trying to protect you!" your voice croaked loudly, feeling the pain in your chest swell.

The blur of sadness and rage seeped into you and seeing the shocked look on his face, made it impossible for you to know how you truly wanted to vent out but you at least wanted to make yourself heard.

"Take advantage? Of your feelings?!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Y/N, you know damn well, I have always been interested in you, you knew how much I wanted to be with you. You knew that I would never use you like that. I would never hurt you like that"

"Never hurt me? You left me in the morning like I'm just your average one night stand. You made me believe, you didn't even care enough to remember me after I gave myself to you that night. After I poured my heart and soul out to you. And in the last year, you made me think, I was the most despicable person in earth to you... "

Your words struck like ice to Taemin, internally questioning how wrong you have been about it all. He angrily kicks the wall and paces trying to control the hot air that filled his lungs.

"Tell me I'm wrong!" you push a little bit, taking one step up to face the man above you.

"You are wrong.." he whispers lowly, but enough for you to catch it.

"Why?"

"I...I can't.." the groan that escapes him almost sounds beastly.

"Taemin, if you can't tell me that I was wrong, then can you consider that I am right? Instead of resisting it, can't you just admit to me that it's your fault we are in this mess" you were practically pleading, maybe because internally you wish that something was different like something was missing on your part and maybe Taemin could finally answer it.

"No, you're wrong."

"Then tell me wh -- "

"--because it was you who begged from the very beginning, y/n! You're the one who told me to never mention it", he yells back, aggravated that he was suddenly being turned to a bad guy. "You told me, no matter what, that night was a dream, to draw a line over it. Had I known that it would affect you this much, I would have said something" Taemin blurts out. "I spent the last year, trying to make it easier for you."

"Wh-what? Easier?!", you were taken aback, a little breathless but mildly insulted, nothing about your life in the last year has been easy.

"At the dancefloor, you told me that you wished that we weren't who we were, so we could experience the sensation and thrill of being obsessed with each other.. " Taemin suddenly paused, trying to control his facial expression as he wracks his brain to continue speaking. "... then at home, after... after we fucked..", cementing the action in his brain after struggling for ways to phrase it. "After that, you cried Y/N. As we passed out, you wished that this was all a dream and asked that we should forget about it, because then it wouldn't be as hard to fool ourselves, that there was no sparks, no chemistry, no connection, between us. "

Taemin continues to elaborate the year long pain that struck his heart. The morning after, he doubled down on your wishes, claiming he was with another girl instead. How, back in Korea, when the photos leaked, he intended to reject the idea of using your name to cover his actions, but you had already agreed before he could contest it and the company rolled with it. He even feigned innocence and honest worry, when he got the rest of SHINee to ask you about that night but the more they asked, the more you replied that nothing happened and probably just had a steamy makeout session in a hallway with a dancer or a random club goer.

He felt like the facade of acting like a couple, was a knife to both of your hearts. To be so dishonest in the shared affection between you two whether it was in public or on camera and it broke him. So in effort to spare the both of you from the illusion of what might have been, he actively distanced himself even more since the night you two shared, but he also actively stopped sleeping around and threw himself into work because all he wanted was you, but to him it seemed like you no longer saw him the same way.

"I spent the last few months, wishing that we didn't need to avoid it. To talk about it. Maybe.. if we were a little honest with each other, then we wouldn't be in this shit show" he sighs, stepping down the stairs so he was just one step above you, looking down at you.

His forehead was on a tightly knit, eyes desperately looking into yours as if he was searching for the answers to his problems.

You, on the other hand was left speechless, looking at him unravel and pour his heart out made you shake your head as you continue down the stairwell, trying to control your breathing as the impeding breakdown creeps in your chest.

There was a cold unfathomable tension as the silence got longer, you could barely string sentences trying to see the good in the misguided flaw of Taemin's plans. As you reach the fire exit door that leads to a small hallway where another exit of the library is, you look back to see Taemin was not too far off, just one flight of stairs behind you before he sits on the top step, looking at you with pitiful eyes.

"Please say something, y/n.."

Your hands tried to push the door open, trying to ignore the situation, but you had more questions than answers and you were unsure what state your heart was. "If you had known after all... you could have something, because I spent months thinking, you didn't remember. I spent months trying to hate you, even when my career went down and I couldn't"

"I gathered as much. I wished you had said something too, because it was so damn believable. I genuinely thought you regretted that night so hard, it was out of your memory. Even Key hyung, asked you about it repeatedly" his soft voice lowered along with his head.

He was right, You did find Key's behaviour odd, but you also assumed Key was just looking out for you, making sure nothing terrible happened that night. As you look at Taemin, you couldn't bear the last year being one giant misunderstanding. You bit your lip, grunting in annoyance before pushing the door open, attempting to leave the building with Taemin not too far behind you. The soft whimper he lets out as you walk away, catches your ear.

There's the Taemin you know. Determined, warm and willing to do anything to make it right between the two of you. This Taemin would always be one step behind you at all times. He calls your name repeatedly despite you ignoring it. What can you say to him? I'm sorry? I take it all back. Let's start over again? No. You shook your head, nothing was right and suddenly the sight of the rest of SHINee, looking at you put a harder strain in your chest.

As Taemin tries to catch up, Key holds back Minho and Onew from approaching the two of you after seeing the distraught look on your face, barely keeping it together from breaking down crying. Key knew, he had to let Taemin handle this on his own.

"Y/N, please talk to me!" Taemin calls out, almost screaming once you two were outside.

Your steps halted to a pause. You wanted to run to the rest of them, to hug them and distract yourself, but with Taemin behind you, you were pitted in the middle. Deal with Taemin or tell the rest what happened. Your feet shuffles, turning to the dark haired boy, slowly walking towards him. "What is there to talk about Taemin?"

"Everything..."

"There's nothing to talk about.."

"Yes there is. Where are we Y/N?"

"Nowhere, there's nothing between us. Apparently we don't hate each other and we are bad at talking to each other." a defeated laugh escapes your throat as a tear decorates your cheek, the weight of the last year suddenly feeling much more lighter. "We were both in the wrong.. "

"So what now? A-are we good...? What do we do now?" Taemin fumbles, seeing you cry brought him back to that moment, wanting nothing more than to hug you.

"I guess... we're good?" nodding your head with a soft smile. "We definitely need to share everything that we know.."

"What happens next?", there was glimmer in Taemin's eyes, for the first time in a while he rarely saw a genuine smile from you that was meant for him.

Pensively, you sucked your bottom lip in, biting on it gently as you ponder his words, before nodding your head, almost bowing. Your feet itched to start walking towards the rest of the guys, as you leave Taemin behind. As soon as you knew, you were within an earshot of Taemin and the rest, you quickly spin to face his direction.

"Yah! Lee Taemin, how about we try being friends again!" you yelled out to him with a grin. "You'll end up trying to win me over again right? I'll be expecting you in the future!"

"Oh? I'll hold you to that! If you fall in love with me again, you can't say no this time!" Taemin yells back, laughing as he chases after you before hopping to hook an arm around your shoulder and his spare hand ruffle your hair.

Meanwhile, the rest of the guys smile to each other, seeing that peace has been brokered between you and Taemin. They chuckle as they expect you two barrelling towards them, quickly ruffling Taemin's hair before hugging you.

"I won't miss the chance to win you over in the future." Taemin began sighing as he takes a step in front of you and holds his hand out. "I'll do it right this time. But we only have now, tonight. So.. hello, I'm Lee Taemin"

You smile sweetly, bowing before you take his hand and shake it agreeably. "Hello, I'm Y/N. Please look after me!", you bow once more.

For the first time in a long time, its like the world had given you a second chance to reset. A gift for the two lives to connect again. That was you and Taemin, it was a turbulent year indeed, but now the shackles of your mistakes will just be a memory, a learning anecdote. Maybe this time, you will finally give him a chance and maybe this time, Taemin would communicate a bit better.

As the five of you walk towards the main square outside the library to catch a taxi to the closest open restaurant, just ever so slightly, you and Taemin were just a half step behind the rest. Throwing soft glances at each other, slowly communicating that it will be all okay eventually. Yes there is so much more to handle and talk about, but right now at this moment, you two were okay, there was no animosity, no angry tensions, it was just a bittersweet happiness and right now that was enough. Both of you stepped on the bridge at the same time and hopefully one day, you two would meet in the middle with a more happier situation that you two wanted.

"So, would now be a bad time to tell yous that I knew you two banged?" Minho quickly interjects as the group waits by the road.

The groups looks at the tall male in shock, almost ready to jump him.

"What? I literally saw you walk out of her room shirtless with your back covered in scratches. Had to wipe it from my memory. I know Taemin was a playboy, but didn't want to imagine that Y/N was a freak in bed too" Minho gestures towards Taemin and you with a slight disgusted look on his face

"Hyung!"

"Oppa!"

You and Taemin whined as Minho chuckles to himself earning a slap on the shoulder from Key. In the midst of the chaos, Taemin had instinctively wrapped his arm around your shoulder, almost shielding you from the embarassment, but also reaffirming that both of you are suffering together in said embarassment.

"What? Too soon? They'll eventually need to laugh about it!" Minho looks defensively as Key curses him out for his tactlessness.

Then that's when it happened. You were laughing, stark red in the face and you take a stealing glance at the man who still had his arm around you, but you looked a little longer than expected and Taemin had turned his head enough to lock eyes with you. The world almost paused in that moment and the bubble had formed. The both of you knew there was still pain in your hearts, but you two could finally talk about it now. That's when it happened. The spark that never wavered. The chemistry that never died. The knowledge that this could be something great as long as you two worked on it together.

Taemin flashes a weak smile, like he was still burdened, mouthing, It's okay. We'll be okay. He tries hard to not get so teary eyes as he ruffles your hair, before guiding your head so he could plant a kiss on your forhead. His breathing hitched trying not to full on bawl in front of everyone. He realized and so did you, that you two have wasted a year in this madness and the only step forward is to learn and heal and not look back. You found your arm also hooking around his torso, to pull him tighter for a hug.

"We'll be okay.."

"I know.."

"Promise me something right now Taemin.." you quickly state as the taxi rolls towards the group.

"Anything"

"No matter how hard I push and pull.. don't give up on... us"

"I promise. Like I said, I will win you over properly this time. And this time, there will be no confusion about it" he quickly pecks your cheek before he guides to the taxi door, holding it open for you.

"I'm sorry for everything.."

"I'm sorry too..."

What happened was the past now. All you and Taemin can do is just take everything, one step at a time. Together.

Fin

[madneedshelp]

Breaking Point - Josh Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: It feels like everything in your life is spiraling into chaos and failure. Well, all but your relationship, which is why you decided to go to your boyfriend, Josh, and his band’s concert despite all that’s weighing down on you. However, it all comes crashing down right in front of him on the one night you want to just forget about it.

Warnings: None really, lots of stress and angst but some fluff in there too

You stood at the side of the stage, hidden just far back enough to be out of view. Despite everything weighing on your shoulders at the moment, a smile was stretched wide across your face. Watching the guys perform could do that to you, erase all your worries.

In a weird way, they made you almost forget the real world. Forget that you’re a med school student just desperately trying to reach your end goal of being a doctor. No, at that moment you were just the girlfriend of a singer in an incredible band.

You watched happily as Josh danced around on stage with his brothers. It was always fun to watch them, they put on such a good show. Danny had his impossibly fast drum solos, Jake would sling his guitar behind his head and play, Sammy would switch from bass to keys and do so flawlessly, and you were always mesmerized by Josh’s singing voice.

The night flew by and before you knew it you were backstage waiting for the boys to join you. In your brief free time, you did the one thing you told yourself you were going to avoid: look at anything school related.

As you pulled up the app with all of your grades and emails from teachers, nervousness started settling in the pit of your stomach. Once the screen loaded everything plummeted in an instant.

You’d practically failed your midterm in one of your core classes for the semester. If you wanted to pass the course and stay on track, now you’d have to get essentially a perfect score on the final and the paper you had due next month, which would be nearly impossible with how harsh your professor graded.

To make matters worse, it appeared you had also received an email from the head of the research lab you interviewed with last week. Being in that lab would open so many doors for you and even allow you to be published before getting your M. D. Well, it would have. You didn’t get the open spot.

Tears were already stinging your eyes as you stared numbly at the phone. You’d put in weeks of work and it had apparently don’t nothing. You were going to have to find some way to bust your ass even more than you had been and put all you had into fixing your grades and possibly finding a new research lab.

The roar of cheering fans that signaled the end of the show startled you from your daze. You took some deep breaths and tried to calm yourself down, but you could feel an unavoidable breakdown racing toward you. Fuck. You just wanted one night to enjoy life and to not focus on the school that's taking over your life. It had been so difficult to make it to a show with your busy schedule and the boys' packed schedules, but here you were and you were about to ruin the night.

"Y/N! Glad you made it!" Sammy was the first to pop backstage, giving you a quick side hug before hurrying off to find some water.

"Good to see you, Sammy," You gave him your best grin, thankful that the interaction was brief enough that he didn't notice you were barely holding it together.

Danny and Jake were close behind Sam, mirroring his behavior almost exactly. That only meant Josh was soon to follow. Josh, your incredible boyfriend, who could read you better than anyone.

"Baby! You're here!"

As Josh rounded the corner, he beamed at you and rushed over. The smile you gave him in return was genuine. As cheesy as it sounded, nothing could take away the joy seeing Josh gave you.

"Wouldn't miss it," You grinned, dissolving into laughter as he picked you up and spun you around.

Your lips met his as he set you back on the ground, taking your sweet time with the kiss you'd been waiting months for. It felt so good to be with him again.

“Hey, this is very touching, but we should get going, you two! The drive to the cabin is a little long and I’m tired as fuck,” Sam poked his head around the corner.

You broke apart from Josh with a chuckle and the two of you went to gather your things hand in hand. Since you had a few days off school and the boys had a quick break in the tour, you had all planned to go on a quick trip to relax and spend some time together.

Once the bus was packed up and you were given the all clear to go, everyone cleared out. Since a bud wouldn’t exactly be ideal to navigate out to a cabin in the woods, Jake, Sam, and Danny drove in one car, which left you and Josh in your car.

“Want me to drive, Baby?” Josh asked as he put his bag in the trunk.

Ever the thoughtful gentlemen, you thought with a smile. “That’s okay, you’re probably wiped from the show, I got this.”

Josh frowned at you. “You also drove several hours today just to get here. Honey, let me drive this leg so you can have a break.”

You gave him a small smile and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Fine, you win. I guess I can let you take over for a bit.”

He grinned victoriously and snatched the keys from your hand. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle and climbed in the passenger seat.

Wordlessly, Josh grabbed the aux and started playing your usual playlist. You turned and stared at him in surprise.

“No John Denver?”

He laughed quietly as he pulled out of the lot behind his brothers’ car. “I listen to more than just him, you know?”

“Oh, wow, really?” You deadpanned. “Obviously I know that, it’s just usually he’s your go-to after a show.”

“Well, maybe I’ve been missing you lately and this makes me feel close to you, Mama.”

This damn man. “Keep talking all sweet like that and you might have to pull this car over.” You shot him a devilish smirk.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward in a matching smirk. “I’m not in much hurry to get to the cabin…”

A thought pops in your head and you can’t stop yourself. “No going at the green light girl, because I want to be with you now!” You sing at the top of your lungs in the most off key voice.

Josh’s eyes widened as he dissolved into laughter with you. It had been too long since the two of you had time for these antics.

“In all seriousness, Sam would probably kill us if we didn’t show up right behind them. Jake, too. We have the booze remember?” You nod to the back seat, which is filled with supplies for the evening.

He let out a huff. “You’re right. Unfortunately. Oh well, we have all night for me to show you much I missed you.”

You felt your cheeks warm and a flutter was sent through your chest. You’d been dating for literal years, but he still had this effect on you. “Such a flirt, Joshua!”

“Only for you, my love,” He grinned.

The ride seemed to fly by as the two of you got each other caught up on the events missing from your frequent phone calls. Well, all the events except your recent discoveries about your exam and research lab. You were happy, Josh was happy, tonight was just going to be about that.

In no time, the five of you had arrived, carried in your bags, and started the “festivities.” Jake had been dubbed bartender for the evening, which meant everything was going to be really strong. While Sam and Danny went the beer route, you joined Josh in having a salty dog. He loved them, but you had to admit they weren’t your favorite cocktail. The vodka, however, seemed ideal tonight.

“You know, I feel like whenever I hang out with you guys, I’m the only girlfriend here. I’m starting to think maybe your girlfriends don’t like me,” You sipped at your drink and gave the other guys pointed looks.

“Hey! You know that’s not it!” Sam chuckled.

“They’re also just busy, like you, Missy.” Jake tilts his glass toward you.

“Maybe you’re the one that’s not here when they’re here?” Danny shrugged.

You let out a laugh. “Oh yeah, that’s it, I’m definitely avoiding everyone.”

“If it makes you feel better, we barely have time to breathe right now, so no one really does anything with anyone.” Jake points out with a chuckle.

“Cheers to that,” Sam lifts his beer towards the group. “Sometimes I still can’t believe we’re making it work. Oh! And cheers to Y/N! She’s gonna be a doctor soon, saving lives and changing the world!”

“Cheers!” The boys chorus, but you’d frozen in your seat.

Soon. Probably not quite as soon anymore. But how would he know that? Sam didn’t know your progress with school was spiraling fast.

It was just a stupid toast, so why was it making you feel like you couldn’t breathe? You’d been holding it in all night, why was it about to burst out now?

You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom down the hall. The door was barely closed behind you before the tears were pouring down your cheeks.

This was your breaking point. You’d put your whole self into med school. You didn’t go out and party, save for when you had breaks from school. You studied daily, turned in only the best work you could do, and stayed relatively involved with volunteering and such. All of that work, and you were still scraping by.

Sometimes it felt like you had nothing left to give. Like maybe you shouldn’t have chosen this path because maybe you weren’t built for it.

“Y/N? Baby, are you okay?” Josh’s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

The way his voice spoke, so softly and almost scared, it hurt you even more.

He waited a beat for you to answer, but you couldn’t form a response. “Baby, I’m coming in, okay?”

He gave you a moment for you to protest or ask him to wait before he opened the door and stepped inside. You watched his face fall as he took in your tear-streaked face as you held yourself tightly.

In an instant, he had his arms wrapped around you and was whispering assurances quietly. He held you like that until you calmed down, not prodding until you were ready to talk. Your arms drifted to his back, fisting his shirt in your hands. It helped in a weird way. Maybe because it felt like everything else was falling apart around you, but he was here, solid, an actual grounding force you had with you. Everything may have been shit, but you had him.

With a shaky breath, you stepped back and wiped your face. He didn’t even have to voice the question for you to answer him.

“I pretty much failed my midterm, and I didn’t make it into the lab. I might not graduate as soon as I thought now because I might have to retake the class. Josh, I…I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” You admitted, voice cracking.

He stepped forward and kissed away the tears sitting atop your cheeks. “Don’t say that, Baby. You’re so so fucking smart, and driven, and caring. You’ve talked about being a doctor ever since high school, and if anyone can make that dream come true it’s you. You’re the most incredible person I know. Don’t let this change anything, if you want this then I have no doubt you’ll accomplish it.”

You stared at him and felt a fresh wave of tears. “Josh…”

Panic filled his face and he wrapped you in another embrace as you cried. “Fuck, that was supposed to make you feel better, not worse. I’m so sorry, Baby, I just meant-l”

You shook your head into his shoulder. “No, no, it’s not that. You did help, I promise. It’s just…”Here it came, the underlying fears that were always in the back of your mind. “It’s just that what happens if I do make it? You’re a touring musician and I’ll be essentially living at the hospital. We’ll never see each other. I can’t lose you, Josh, I don’t want to lose you…”

Josh cut you off before you could voice any more of your paranoid thoughts. “You won’t. You’ll never lose me, I promise you that. We’ll figure out. No matter what it takes. Y/N, you are my everything, nothing in my life means anything without you in it. We’ve made it work for this many years, I’ll do it for the rest of my life, Baby.”

You were still crying, but now it felt more sourced from the pure love you felt from him. You leaned forward and kissed him, putting all the words you wanted to say into feeling. Josh was better with words than you, you never knew exactly how to tell him how much he meant to you. You hoped this would suffice.

Once you’d semi-tidied yourself, you felt like you could face the group again. Now that he knew you were okay though, Josh was ready to fight.

“I swear, Sammy is gonna-” He began to seethe.

You chuckled and put a hand on his chest. “Easy, tiger, don’t go bite Sammy’s head off. This isn’t his fault, he had no idea.”

“But he still made you cry.” Josh frowned.

“No, he didn’t, fucking med school made me cry. Now, let’s have a good time and enjoy our little trip before we have to go back to work. It’s bad enough we never see each other, I don’t want to waste the weekend.”

Josh let out a tired sigh. “Fine, I’ll drop it. But only because you want me to.”

“Thank you, Joshy. I love you.” You grinned and kissed his cheek.

That brought a genuine, Josh smile to his face. “I love you too, Baby.”

[toughvaughn]

In The Moonlight; Black Boys Look Blue: Parte .001

- pairing: Earth-42!Miles x Black!Fem!Reader

- genre: Fluff! (I guess) Angst! (you tell me) Little Talkie In Espanol 😝! (Not finna be the best; mind you)

- a/n: Miles and the Reader are young adults! Miles (22)! Reader (20)! in this story; so, calm your tits. Don’t be talking crazy with me, a’ight. This is my first, little Miles x reader thing, won’t be perfect, bare with me. This is just Part 1, if y’all like it, I can do Part 2, and this story is going differently, not like the OG one.

- summary: In a couple of days was your 21st birthday, and you weren't all that excited about its upbringing. You and Miles get into it, on why you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday. Miles being the man and boyfriend he is, he don’t like hearing allat.

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Miles: Whatchu mean you don’t wanna do anything for your birthday, Ma?

You and Miles have been going back and forth for the past 10-15 minutes about this. No more than a couple of minutes ago you both were cuddling and kissing all up on each other in his bed, Miles being Miles, he asked what you wanted to do for your birthday. Giving him an honest answer; telling him you really didn’t want to do anything, him giving you the stink eye, looking at you as if you were crazy, leading to this whole unneeded conversation going on between the two of it.

You: “I just don't. I really don't wanna do anything.” You pushed further.

He looked down at her, you sat on the edge of his bed, your hands in your lap. Raising your hand to your head; your fingers running through your hair, adjusting it to the side. His eyes pierced into hers, shaking his head in disapproval. You looked back at Miles with a hooded gaze; your expression showing how uninterested and tired you were of the topic alone, his big self leaning upon the entrance of the doorframe of his bedroom.

Miles was shirtless; only in his black Fear of God Essentials Relaxed Sweatpants, sagging a bit low from his narrow waist, his toned v-sex line visible to you, his black trimmed pubic hairs trailing up to his naval, light protruding veins inching up. Leaning his body weight on the outer of his bedroom doorframe; his head lightly grazing the top of the doorframe from his opposing height, his muscled arms crossed over his sculpted chest.

His hazel/brown eyes watched your every movement; giving you that dumb stoic look he always wearing. His two individual braids swayed and rested on the outline of his collarbone, his durag keeping his braids from doing any other further movement than that. The long drawstrings of his sweats rocked about, the knotted balls on the end of the drawstrings hit up against the doorframe he leaned upon.

Miles: Mamí…come on. That doesn't make any sense, baby...it's your birthday! You HAVE to do something...I at least want to spoil you with a gift...let ME spoil you.

You lolled your head back; shaking your head. That word he said, "spoil". It didn't sit right with you, he was your man, and he had every right to spoil you, but, you weirdly didn't feel comfortable with him doing that. You felt as if you’d just be an inconvenience for him to spend his money on you, and you knew how he would get when it came to spending money, on you specifically. Miles had money; I mean he lives up in this nice ass high-rise apartment up in Mattahan, and he drives a black Mercedes-AMG, and depending on the rent of this place and that damn car note on that car he drives around in, money isn't an issue for him.

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🪼 Flashback 🪼

You knew what Miles did for work; ever since his father’s passing Miles wasn't like this, not with anyone. When Miles got older, became more acquainted with ongoing conflicts going on around him; ever since his father’s passing Miles became more…indifferent, making runs for his Uncle Aaron, becoming familiar with it, and becoming well-known in the streets of Brooklyn from Queens. Now pushing contraband, selling weed, guns, anything on the streets of Brooklyn, making his own money, and doing well for himself.

Miles never really felt the need or desire for a sturdy, one-in-a-lifetime relationship with any female he crossed paths with. He never thought he really deserved one, going through girl, after girl, after girl. Not making ends meet; permanent, going through life as his Uncle Aaron called it, "with ease". The less stress, the less you have to go through. He was blunt and straightforward with anyone he came across, not letting anyone get too close to him, having unresolved feelings and thoughts of his father's early demise, and having nightmares every now and then. He kept to himself, not telling anyone, not even his own mother or his Uncle Aaron.

Going to a party with his home boys, Miles wasn't one to go out, but not have anything better to do, he obliged. His eyes not set on anything or anyone in particular, just there, just like everyone else, copy and paste. Every now and then, thirsty and man-hungry females made their presence known to Miles's home boys, Miles especially. Being well-known in the streets, he was the main target. His boys gave the girls all the undivided attention they could possibly want; Miles on the other hand, not feeling that shit, not in the mood to get his dick wet or catch anything suspicious from either of them, cooping up in some dark corner, somewhere.

His body language and huge frame alone sent a message to everyone at that damn party; that nigga does not want to be fucked with. Fuck around, find out. As simple as that, his hooded eyes looking around, before landing on you. Your innate state, your hair, lips, facial features, body and all, it sent him into something unexplainable. Even for him, he never felt this way, especially for any girl his ever seen, with every move you made, he would follow.

Miles being Miles; the nigga was bold with what he wanted. Shooting his shot and making his attraction towards you known and public, you never heard or seen Miles before, not thinking much of it, letting him throw whatever weak-ass compliment or cringey pick-up line he had in store for you. But, Miles did none of that, Miles was more nonchalant and upfront, not going easy and softening you up or sugar-coating shit with you. He was intimidating; his height alone towering over everyone and everything, made you back up, but, seeing that he probably got that type of reaction a lot, you kept to yourself, not wanting to make him think that he made you uncomfortable.

His little flirt tactic; personality really, gives you the green light about him. Mind you, you don't know who this nigga was or what he does, you just talked to him and got to know him (barely). With that, both of you just messed with one another for a couple of months, one of your friends had to tell you who Miles really was and what he did, and you were a bit surprised, but you didn't really care. Apart from what people may say about him, Miles was a sweetheart, he was soft when he wanted to be, only with you really.

You did confront him about him not telling you about what he did, him thinking you’d just run away or look him crazy just like everyone else. You assured him; you loved this boy wholeheartedly, you'd be somebody gangster's wife if you had to, going to hell and back for this boy, they way he treats and provides for you, you weren't gonna go anywhere.

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You: Mm-mm, nah. You don't gotta get me anything. I’mma just go to work, do my shift, go home, and chill.

Miles's face scrunched up, his eyes squinting in confusion and disappointment. He tilts his head down, looking to the floor for a second, letting out an exasperated exhale, before looking back up at you.

Miles: Are you for real right now, chica? I can't believe what I'm hearing, you ain't gonna let me do nothing for your birthday; huh? It's not fair.

You cocked your head back; with a confused squint of your eyes and facial features, smirking at his comment.

You: What do you mean it's not fair? I just don't wanna do anything crazy.

He sighed once again.

Miles: “Bebé, escucha. That doesn't matter, girl...it's your birthday, I’m your nigga, it’s my job to get you something even if you say you don't want anything.” He grumbled, and then groaned, looking away from her with annoyance and disapproval. Uncrossing his arms; he proceeded to crack his knuckles, the air between his bones popping with each bend of his long digits. Miles was being difficult; you put a hand over her eyes, and as you hooded your hand over them, your thumb, index, and forefinger massaged the temples of your head.

You: “Be mad all you want, it's my birthday. If I wanna do boring shit on my birthday, I’m finna do it.” You resorted back.

He couldn’t help but bite his lip. Looking away from you and out the door. He was silent for the most part, huffing and puffing. Soon, he turned towards you once again.

Miles: Why you gotta be so damn difficult like this? You know I don’t like that “Ion want to do nothing on my birthday” shit...I need to do something for your birthday. I need to make your birthday special.

You scoffed, and your hands firmly laid on your knees. Your hands going up and down your thigh, a bit agitated and annoyed.

You: Miles, please. Birthdays stopped being special in middle and high school. We both know this, I just don't see birthdays as important anymore.

He let out a deep, frustrated sigh; taking a deep breath, and then sighing once more. Rubbing his face with his hand; the blood-pumping veins etched out on the front of his hands, through his smooth brow-skin, he couldn’t believe that she was being so difficult with him right now.

Miles: “I feel like you’re being difficult with me on purpose...” He finally said out loud, but he tried to play it off by laughing, but there was an irritation in his voice.

You caught the irritation in Miles's voice; you simply held your breath and your tongue, not wanting to go any further into the argument. Really just wanting to go back to what y’all were doing before this even happened.

You: “No, I’m really just being honest with you.” You resorted back once more; condescendingly. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at you. His muscles tensed up, rubbing the back of his neck. He was annoyed, and it was clear on his face. He didn’t believe your excuses, he acknowledged the fact that you were just trying to make him frustrated.

Miles: “Whatever, girl.” He groaned, and then crossed his arms once more, his face looking pissed off and annoyed as if he was dismissing you.

Miles was clearly in his feelings; you stared at him, not him catching an attitude with you. You’ve dealt with Miles's sour-ass attitude before, even over the littlest of things, when Miles was in his feelings, which it always looked to be all the time, his face, in general, would make his attitude known. He got into his feelings more than you did, you've never dealt with a nigga that could easily get caught up in his feelings like this, only Miles though. Besides that, you knew that this was the end of the argument, nothing more really had to be said, Miles wasn't talking, so, why the hell should you?

Getting up from the edge of the bed, the spot you sat in had the indentation of your body, the bed slowly trying to go back into its original form. Walking back over to the unoccupied side of Miles bed where you once laid; picking up your black Raffia Supreme tote bag off the wall, putting the straps over your shoulder, sliding back on your light brown Yeezy slides. Your black socks feeling the confinement of the shoe sliding around your foot, putting an inch to your height, walking away from the side of the bed, making her way back to the front.

Miles still standing out the doorway; resting his forearm above the side of the doorframe, his hand dangled about, his bicep and triceps flexed at his actions, the cut of his muscles apparent. From the raise of his arm leaning onto the doorframe, his other hand eloping past the elastic band of his sweats and underwear.

Miles: “So…you just finna leave?” He nodded his head; the husk of his voice hit a bit of octave, raising an eyebrow at your actions, his eyes darting left and right at your image.

You: “You wanted to catch an attitude with somebody, I don't got time for it.” Nodding your head with sass; meeting Miles's thousand-yard stare, at you.

Miles tilted his head with a face of confusion, wanting to act like he didn't know what you were talking about.

Miles: “Bruh, I ain't got no fucking attitude. I’m just still not understanding why yo real complicated ass don't wanna do anything for your birthday.” He summarised; resting his head on his bicep, his arm still leant on the doorframe, gesturing with his dangled hand.

He really wanted to act like he wasn't acting like a little girl a couple of seconds; this boy.

You: “Bye, Miles.” You said flatly; walking out of his bedroom, grazing his arm as you walked past him.

He gave out a deep, frustrated sigh; sucking his teeth, not wanting to admit he was wrong, nor was you. He groaned, but she ignored him completely and walked out the door; leaving him by himself in his bedroom. He huffed, dragging his large hand down his face, stretching his facial features. His hand stopped at his mouth, leaving his hand there, hearing the sound of the front door to his apartment slamming, hinting that you left.

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Two days later; your friend, Angel came over to your studio apartment. Both of you sitting on your chaise/Orrsta black-blue Finnala 4-seated couch, the warmth of the sunlight hitting y’alls back, as you both kicked back and talked. On your glass cafe table laid white rolling paper and lumps of weed, tiny pieces of the weed scattered on the center of the table from the little metallic herb grinder. Angel sat beside you; as you talked, her tongue occupied, wetting down the edges of the thin paper with her saliva, rolling it down.

You: “Bruh, I remember. That nigga stayed talking, he ain't even make the team, did he?” You laughed; rubbing the sides of your mouth, tears at the corner of your eyes.

Angel got done wrapping her joint, looking back over at you, chuckling herself.

Angel: “And didn't. Nigga should've been talking all that mess.” She added on; putting the thin wrapped joint between her lips, grabbing the lighter off the table, and pushing some of the specks of weed on the table out of the way.

Flicking it on, hovering her hand behind the dimly lit flame, a glowing orange and red raiding the tip of the joint, the sound of the lighter switching off, Angel laying it back on the cafe table. Putting the joint between her index and middle finger, pulling it away from her lips, smoking looting her mouth, blowing O’s, and laying back on the couch.

Angel: “That nigga did entirely too fucking much.” She mentioned; giggling.

You shook your head, lolling your head back on the back of the couch, the sun kissing your melanated skin. The pivot window pivoted from the middle; horizontally, from the hinges mounted in the center of the frame, letting the rays of sunlight seep through. All the windows in the room were slightly ajar, the light breeze whistling in, running its waves through you and Angel’s hair, a moment of silence found y’all’s conversation, the wind bringing harsher winds with its presence.

Angel: “Oh bitch, I almost forgot, whatchu finna do for your birthday? It's coming up.” She smiled; nudging her elbow into your arm.

You turned your head to face Angel; your head still lying on the back of the couch.

You: “Absolutely nothing.” You stated; firmly.

Angel giggled a little bit; raising an eyebrow.

Angel: “Oh, come on, girl...you not going out? You not doing anything with Miles? Nothing?” She sat herself up a bit in her seat.

You: “I do wanna do something with Miles, chill at home. And now he is all up in his feelings cause I told him that yesterday. Saying he wanna spoil me and shit.” You explained; not wanting to go over the same argument you had with Miles, with your friend. Angel squinted her reddened eyes; a slight smirk finding her lips. Raising an eyebrow in surprise.

Angel: “O-okay, so, let me get this straight...you want to stay home on your birthday. Just you and your man, and chill?” Angel wanted to clarify before she proceeded with another question.

Angel: “And you're telling me that Miles is upset because he wants to spoil you?” She snickered.

You: “He just wanna do something nice for me, I understand that and I love him for that. He said it himself, he got money to spend. But, I don't want that, and now he ain't talking to me.” You shrugged; lolling your head to the other side.

Angel: “Damn, girl... he's just a hopeless romantic, and you over here being difficult on him. Poor Miles.” Angel laughed, before puffing on her joint. She kept laughing, teasing you a little bit more.

You smirked and rolled your eyes; Miles wasn't always like that, not until you two spent time with one another, now that Angel even says it, Miles is somewhat of a romantic. You always knew it, but, never spoke about it, even after the first couple of months y’all two started dating. Miles would always either give you a "girl bye, the fuck is you talking about or who you calling soft?” look anytime you’d mention how embarrassed he get from all the praise you’d shower him with, his accent would become more prominent and octave with you.

Him just letting down those walls that he always has up between the two of you; keeping you away from him completely, even if was for a second, it meant something. That he was getting more comfortable with you every second he was with you, you never forced him to talk about stuff he didn't want to talk about, or he wasn't ready to talk about, letting him figure it out for himself, when he was ready, you were always there, ready to talk to him.

You: “Oh, I’m difficult. Now, you sound like him.” You mocked; playfully. Putting a hand over your chest, acting as if you were hurt, but, still sounding a bit surprised.

Angel: “I mean...you are being difficult, girl...let a nigga spoil you.” She smirked, laughing more at the fact that she was starting to sound like Miles.

You: “I don't, I can't. I just don't feel comfortable letting him do that.” You admitted; that just thinking about made you feel some type of way.

Angel looked a bit confused at your statement.

Angel: “What does that even mean? How the hell is it that you can't accept a gift? That man clearly loves and appreciates you!” She revved. Angel was now getting just as annoyed as Miles now...which was funny as hell to her.

You: “I love him too, but he doesn't gotta buy me a damn thing to tell me he appreciates me.” You summarized.

Angel: “Girl, let him just spoil your ass. It's his money.” Angel kept talking, not listening to you at all. She smirked the entire time because it was funny as hell watching how annoyed you were getting over Miles wanting to get you something for your birthday.

That was easy for her to say; you just couldn't find in your mind to let him.

You: “Uh…I’mma think about.” You rolled your eyes; playing with the rigged bottom hem of your cropped wife beater. Angel laughed hard to herself.

Angel: “You better think fast, because that man is not happy. I'm not trying to get on your case or anything, but damn. You need to learn to accept a gift once in a while. Especially from someone you actually love.” She snickered, looking at you.

You parted your lips; about to say something, Angel was right. You loved that boy and he loved you, he just wanted to show you how much he did, and you rejected him.

You: “I know.” You acknowledged, going to have to accept the fact that Miles wanted to do something for your birthday.

Angel: “Well...you better do something. Otherwise, you'll just piss Miles off. Fuck…I am sounding just like that nigga Miles. I gotta calm my ass down.” She said sternly, before checking herself, laughing.

You: “Right.” You smirked; side-eyeing her up and down before looking the other way, chuckling.

Angel: “Whatchu you think you're gonna do? Finally, just accept the gift from your nigga and let him spoil you, or just...not do anything at all and continue being difficult with him?” Angel crossed her arms, the red, orange ombre flame inching down her joint every inhale she took of it.

You: “Maybe; maybe not.” You teased; smiling. Angel squinted her eyes at you; pulling her joint away from her lips.

Angel: “Ugh! You play too fucking much.” She whined; pointing her index at you, the joint between her index and forefinger, smoke hazing from the faintly lit tip. She groaned, shaking her head; just annoyed with you. Then, her phone buzzed.

Angel: “Hold on, a sec…” Angel looked down at her phone, looking at the text message she just received. No more than a millisecond, a smile found her lips and a hint of pink, and red on her cheeks.

You caught her smiling at her phone; bending your head down slightly to see who she texting. Other than her smiling while scrolling through Instagram or TikTok at a funny video. But, girlie was blushing at her phone, no damn video was finna do that, so, the noisy friend you are, you teased.

You: “What? Is it your little boy toy?” You interjected; biting your bottom lip as you smiled, your eyes scanning her face.

Angel put her phone to her chest; looking back at you with a side-eye, red pink still shading her cheek, putting her phone and hands in her lap, laying back her seat.

Angel: “Uh, no.” She scoffed; pouting her lip out a bit. Angel giggled, putting her eyes back down at her phone.

Angel: “I’m lying like shit. Yes, actually.” She admitted; rolling her eyes, and chuckled. Angel kept kicking her feet; while smiling and giggling, looking back down at her phone.

You laughed; shaking your head. Fully turning your body around to face her, resting your arm on the back of the chair, picking your feet off the ground, and putting them on the couch, crossing them.

You: “What’s your boy's name?” You asked; picking your index finger up slightly, pointing and nodding your head to her phone. Angel grinned; rolling her eyes. Angel let out a loud, exasperated sigh before answering you.

Angel: “His name is Damian.” She cheekily referred to him; dragging his name as she said it, smiling ear to ear, laughing to herself. She then tapped away on her phone, before turning it to face you. Showing you a picture on her phone of a handsome, Hispanic guy with a buzz cut with a fade, sporting a nicely, trimmed goatee. He was very muscular and able-bodied, and multiple tattoos littered his skin. He was smiling, looking directly away from the camera. He was wearing a black wife beater and black sweatpants that sagged low a bit, his groin outlined by the empty, flowy space in his sweats.

You: “Oh, okay bitch. Get yours.” You congratulated; leaning back to where you were, Angel pulling her phone back, facing her. Angel snorted with laughter, shaking her head. She looked at the photo of him for a couple more seconds, squealing and batting her eyelashes, geeking over the photo of the nigga she was fucking with, and picked up her head to look at you.

Angel: “He's so fucking fine...I gotta lock this nigga down. Quick. But, girl. You and your nigga need to go back to being on good terms with each other, y’all can't both be petty. Especially, on your birthday.” She advised; playfully nudging her phone at your leg.

You turned your head the other way; mockingly. Raising your arm and started mocking her with your hand, your digits closed together, your thumb hitting your index and middle finger once you separated them from each other. Mouthing the words Angel said to you, rolling your eyes.

You: “Girl, if Miles wanna act petty because I don't wanna do anything on my birthday. So, be it.” You mumbled; pouting your lips, your lip slightly sneering up, shaking your head. Pinching the elastic fabric of your grey leggings, avoided any further conversation on the topic. Angel let out a weary sigh, giving you that "the fuck wrong withchu?" face she always gave you when you caught an attitude, scooting closer to you, seeing your attention on your lap, pinching the fabric of your leggings.

Angel: In his feelings, my ass…look who’s talking, Miss “I Don’t Know How To Accept A Gift From Someone I Love”. She teased; the point of her elbow delved into the couch, resting her head in her hand, looking at you. You groaned; picking your leg up and bringing it up to your chest, swaying it side to side, the heel of your foot delving into the cushion of the couch.

You: “Okay, not too much on me.” You checked; crossing your arms over you chest.

Angel: “Nah, I gotta get on you a little bit. Your man is trying to do something special for you, and your stubborn ass just can’t accept it for some reason.” She implied; putting her hand on the head of your knee, swaying with your leg.

You: “I just don't wanna gift, why’s everyone on my case?” You asked; genuinely confused.

Angel: “Because you got a nice, good man who just wants to do a nice thing for you…” She answered; tilting her head, speaking again.

Angel: “Damn, y/n...a lot of girls would kill to have a man like Miles, and that nigga loves you to death. So, why the hell are you being so difficult? Accept the gift.” Angel begged at this point; not wanting to see her girl and her man at each other throats, just wanting you to enjoy your birthday.

Angel being Angel; she was right. You were being a bit difficult, and as much as you didn't want to admit it, what you and Miles were fighting over was really pointless. He just wanted to do something for you; his girl, his woman, his love, his baby, his everything, his beautiful, black Nubian- (let me stop). And here you are whining and having a sour-ass fucking attitude about it, you should be so lucky a nigga even wanna spend a dime on you, Miles willing to provide for you without hesitation or a second thought.

You: “Hmm, you right. Yeah, I’ll let him…treat me.” You softly assured Angel; smiling. Angel's eyes went big, smiling from ear to ear.

Angel: “That's it, girl! Yes!” Angel laughed and put her hands up as if she just won something.

Angel: “Now, you're going to accept that gift, so you can go back to being sweet, and lovey-dovey with your man.” She teased; biting the bottom of her lip playfully, knowing what she was referring to, you waved her off, and the both of you laughed.

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The next morning fell; the sound of the city coming to life from the outside. Lying down on your bed, you turned your head to face your alarm clock, the time reading 6:30 a.m., turning your head away, closing your eyes, and letting out a tired sigh. You had to get ready for work.

With that out of the way; you got from your laying position on the bed, swinging your feet off the edge of the bed, the warmth of your feet meeting the floor, the feeling of the cold wooden flooring on the bottoms of your feet, groaning at the unfamiliar feeling, the warmth of your feet diminishing, now ice cold. You picked yourself up, standing to your feet, standing up a bit too fucking fast, losing your balance, but catching yourself in time, before making your way to your bathroom.

You took a warm shower; and washed your hair and goodies, brushing your teeth and washing your face while you were in there. Once you were all done purifying yourself; everything is now washed, your mouth, armpits, back, or any other thing on your body that can hold dirt or a foul smell, is now cleansed.

Smelling like candy canes and Christmas; you made your way to your closet, throwing on a white tee and your grey Demin Tears Cotton Wreath Hoodie over your head and your shirt. Jumping into your matching grey Demin Tears Cotton Wreath Sweatpants, grabbing a clean pair of clean white socks and stuffed your foot into your Jordan 3’s "White Cement Reimagined”, tying the shoelace and neat bunny loops.

After you finish getting yourself dressed; you hurried into your laundry room and grabbed your work uniform, it being clean and ready for you to wear, folding your uniform and neatly putting it in your red Raffia Supreme tote bag. Handling your house keys to get back in and your car keys, you finally stepped out of your apartment, locking the door behind you, slipping your house keys into the pockets of your sweats.

You made your way out of your apartment building; the giant fireball in the sky greeted you with its radiant beam of light. Having no choice but to shield your eyes with your hand, the metal split key ring engaged around your index finger, the key and the remote to your car swinging about. As you climbed down the steps of the building you quickly picked your head up to see a familiar figure hanging around in front of the building.

Miles…

He casually leaned back against his black Mercedes; his feet on the curb, crossed over one another, and so were his arms. The circled white tee he wore slightly ruffled at his unfamiliar actions with his arms, his short sleeves crumbled across his biceps, the sleeves rolling up his forearms, his veins racing up the sides. The vibrant court purple of his Nike Tech Fleece Jogger pants, laying slick on his form, Jordan 11 "Space Jams" on his feet.

As you further examined Miles; his attention finally fell on you, his braids following suit, the giant star above the two of you doing him even more justice when it rays down on his brown skin and hazel/brown eyes. The boy didn't look real for a minute, he licked his lips and uncrossed his arms, turning his body slightly to face you, his large hand resting on the roof of his car.

Miles: “M'orin' mami, ¿vas a alguna parte?” (M'orin' mami, going somewhere?) He asked; with a tilt of his head and a small smirk, his braid falling off his broad shoulder, hanging off alone.

Your eyes darted everywhere on Miles; couldn't take your eyes off him if you could, not like you could miss him. The boy was big, standing at a good 6’9, to top that, with all that damn muscle he got, the boy worked out like crazy as if his life depended on it. He was big and fine; and the way he looked at you, sent shivers down your spine, your legs would buckle and you would fall to your knees in front of all these damn white people if you still didn't own that tiny ounce of self-respect you still carried around with you, everywhere you went.

But for him…it was an expectation.

And that low, husky accent; don't fucking play with me. I’d rip off every piece of clothing off that boy (with teeth), go straight feral, but, you kept your composure, like a big girl. Swallowing your pride and shoving your explicit, vivid, X-rated imagination into the back of your head, you spoke.

You: “Yeah. Work.” You answered; bluntly. Crossing your arms, your car keys tucked under your clothed armpit, still wrapped around your index.

Miles looked away and smirked; a low chuckle emanating from his jugular, his Adam’s apple bobbing a bit. Setting his large hands in the pockets of his joggers, turning his head to look back at you, wetting his lips once more, looking you up and down with his hooded gaze.

He got away from his car; casually approaching you, his long legs making long strides over to you, as he got closer it only made you feel nervous. You stood your ground, waiting for him to be front and center before you, he finally stood in front of you, towering over you, looking down at your frame. You both stared at each other for a few seconds, taking each other in, hadn't heard from or seen one another in a good two days, the both of you pettier than the other one.

After a good staring session, Miles leaned down, wanting to be face-to-face with you, his eyes meeting yours. You almost melted; just him looking at you made you feel some type of way, and you wanted to look away, badly. One of y’all finally grew a pair of balls, Miles was the first to break the thick tension and silence between the two of you.

Miles: “No the fuck you not. Not today, not tomorrow, not the next day, shit, not even on yo damn birthday.” He assured you; lowly. Changing plans, apparently, a small smirk finding the corners of his lips.

You cocked your head, a nervous, almost confused smile on appeared on your face. You know you and Angel had that little talk yesterday, but, not Miles telling me I’m not going to work, you had to check that, quick.

You: “Oh, and why’s that?” You asked; your eyes darted left and right on his face.

Miles leaned back up; standing back tall, looking down at you once more. He took one of his hands out of his pockets, and brought it up to his chin, rubbing the sharpness of his jawline.

Miles: “Well, with all due respect, Ma. I thought about what you said the other day, and…I don't really care what you want, especially when it comes to you and your birthday. You say you don't want or wanna do anything for your birthday, but I say otherwise.” He truthfully spoke; removing his hand from his chin, and putting it back in his pocket.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise; Miles always had something smart to say, but this, this is crazy. You stood there for a second in silence, looking up at him as he looked down at you.

You: “Uh…look, Miles…” You started; before you were cut off abruptly by Miles.

Miles grabbed ahold of your tote bag; taking it from your mist, his large hand cradling the straps of your bag in his palms. Turning on his heel, walks back towards his car, grabs the door handle of the passenger seat, and opens it for you. Looking back at you, waiting for you to compile without another exchange of words.

You looked at him; a firmer grip on your car keys than it had prior before.

You: “I promised them I’d be in-”

Miles: “I already called you out of work, and told them you’d needed a couple of days off. Now, get in.” As you tried to excuse yourself; Miles cut you off again. More demanding with his words and tone.

You brought your hand up to the back of your neck and rubbed it; agitatedly. There was no talking yourself out of this one, so, you gave in. Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the curb, where the car resided, parked. Miles was still behind the door, holding it open for you, you looked at him, and at the open car door. Miles stared at you, with that dumb fucking stoic expression he always wearing, his eyes piercing and burning a hole in the middle of your forehead.

You let out a shaky sigh; lowering your head, and sitting in the passenger seat, crossing your arms and legs. Miles closed the door, making his way around the back of the car, putting your tote bag in the back of the car, before getting in the car himself. Turning the key in the ignition, the car started up, his large hand grabbing ahold of the gear shift, putting it in drive.

You: “And…where are we going?” You asked; turning your head to look at him.

Miles didn't say anything for a second; before pulling out of the parking spot.

Miles: “You’ll see. Don't ask too many damn questions, a’ight?” Miles finally answered you; looking over at you for a second.

You scoffed and furrowed your eyebrows. Like that was gonna happen.

You: “Mm-hmm.” You mumbled; rolling your eyes before turning your attention back out to the window.

Miles looked back at the road; this was going to be a long ride.

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✪ Thank you for reading this; it's not my first time writing this, and it is a bit long, but forgive me, there will be a Part 2. But, that’s only if y’all desire a second one (I really wanna do it, this shit was fun, ngl).

✪ Really excited for future stories; got a lot up 🧠 here, so, let me know. I hope y’all enjoyed this. Follow me to stay updated.

[peachiecure]

Character introduction: Prince Flame

~Basic info~

Name: Prince Flame Cinder

Age: 11-12

Birthday: June 21

Hair color: Red, orange & yellow ombré

Eye color: Orange

Flame is the prince of the Igneous Kingdom and future heir to his family’s throne. He is one of the 3 main protagonists of Project: SFA.

Instead of being blessed as a baby with the power of the Igneous Flame, a sacred flame that only the royals of the Igneous Kingdom can bare, he was cursed so that he would fall in love with the first princess he ever met forever. For the longest time his parents, King Burnard and Queen Scarlet, kept this a secret from him (he still doesn’t know) and kept him from any interaction with any princesses. Flame meeting Sweetheart was an accident on his parent’s behalf, and now they are hoping that things don’t get messy. Flame has to fight with his Igneous Scepter due to not having the Igneous Flame blessing. He is also childhood friends with Aqua.

Flame is afraid of practically everything. He has been dubbed as ‘the screecher’ by many due to his high pitch screaming over anything. But besides being terrified, he is a very kind boy who wants to make friends and smile. He seems to be very much of a person pleaser around Sweetheart due to his curse, doing anything she wants.

~Outfits/Appearances~

Flame has a variety of outfits, ranging from his regular Prince suit to various of sportswear and more comfy clothing. All match his orange, red and yellow color scheme that is reminiscent of fire.

~Power and abilities~

Flame has no powers whatsoever due to never receiving the Igneous Flame blessing as a baby. Instead he must use the Igneous Scepter which essentially serves the same purpose as the power blessing but being inconvenient due to how he needs to carry it with him everywhere. The scepter’s power ranges from starting fires to launching fireballs and Flame’s favorite thing to do for Sweetheart… roasting marshmallows. Most of the time if threatened, Flame will simply just smack you with the scepter instead of actually using its powers.

~Relationships~

Scarlet: “My mother has done her absolute best for caring for me. As the Queen of our kingdom, she is very gracious to our subjects and makes sure that everyone is safe from any harm. She often checks in on me to make sure I’m okay… I-I’m getting older and can do things myself, but I’m happy that my mother still cared about me. Though sometimes when I’m around Princess Sweetheart, I see her and father get nervous…”

Burnard: “Father is such a wise king. It’s hard to believe that one day I’m going to have to step into his shoes and fill his role… it scares me… but father is making sure I am ready for that time and making sure that I ‘don’t scream at anything because it slightly moved 3 centimeters’… he does have a point there, I do scream at anything. I just can’t help it, I get so nervous! What if someone is out for me?! Father also makes sure to check in on me too… perhaps it’s because I am the only child that they’re very protective over me…”

Aqua: “Prince Aqua is— I-I mean was… he was my best friend. I don’t know what happened but one day he just decided that he didn’t like me anymore and started to be rude to me… we were friends since childhood and he was… my only friend so… it hurts, it really does hurt. I harbor no hard feelings towards him at all but now he’s trying to sweep Sweetheart away from me and I- I don’t like that… so I end up fighting with him a lot. I truly hope that he can listen to me one day again…”

Sweetheart: “*sigh* Oh, Princess Sweetheart. My cheeks always burn up around her. She’s so sweet and gentle, oh it was love at first sight… I-I like her I really do! I try not to let my feelings get the best of me but I cannot help myself… I appreciate her kind heart and gentle but filled with love hugs. For some reason around her, I don’t feel as scared anymore. I truly wish I knew her since childhood, but for some reason my parents always seem to be a wreck when I’m around her. A-am I doing something wrong?! Is my crush that obvious?! Oh dear…”

Peach & Mario: “Princess Sweetheart’s parents I must treat with the upmost form of respect! Her mother, Princess Peach, whom I wonder why she is not a queen but that isn’t my concern, is a beloved ruler by her kingdom and I will make sure that I am at my best performance around her. Her father, Master Mario, is very interesting for not being royalty. For a bit I didn’t know what to call him that is respectful until I heard an old toad call him ‘Master Mario’. Master Mario is a respectable hero of the Mushroom Kingdom and other neighboring nations and therefore I am also at my best performance around him as well. I must leave a good impression for Princess Sweetheart’s sake!… I am also very nervous that they don’t like me as well… I hope they like me…”

Larissa: “Ms. Larissa is a very interesting lady who seems to be around Peach’s castle sometimes. I see her hanging out with Princess Sweetheart and Master Mario when she is there so I am assuming that she is a visiting relative who seems to have magical powers to transform and fight. Very interesting but Sweetheart seems to really love her and brings her along with our activities sometimes.”

~Voice Claims~

Flame’s voice claims are Hau from Pokémon Masters for JP and Jean from Fire Emblem Ennage for EN. Yeah Flame has a British accent 😭😭

That’s it for Flame’s dedicated intro. Aqua will be next!

[dross-the-fish]

Someone recommended Lore Olympus to me. I’ve only heard about it from 2 sources, them and you. They gave the positive. I’d like to hear the negative. What’s your beef with it?

It's a long list, I have a lot of beef.

A friend recommended it to me and I gave some of it a read. I was put off by the art style, particularly since the protagonist is supposedly plus sized but aside from being curvy with big tits in some panels I would never have guessed this was meant to be anything other than a conventionally attractive character.

I really don't like the depiction of Persephone, she comes off as being creepily young and naive and the narrative tries to play that up like it's charming. The vibe I get off of her is "sexy baby who needs a father figure to guide and protect her" until she randomly has to do something badass and then she gets all red-eyed and starts kicking ass and it feels like it comes totally out of left field.

Her relationship with Hades is so incredibly tedious, they have zero chemistry and he's so much older than her and more obviously experienced with everything that it's legitimately exhausting to imagine myself in his shoes being a grown man with a full time career teaching some barely out of high-school kid how navigate the world, giving her a job at my corporation, and essentially have her be dependent on me while I'm struggling with my own toxic failing relationship. What is the appeal of Persephone as a love interest here? That she's nice? That's really all there is to her for the most part, that she's "nice" and "cute" which isn't really enough to make someone attractive as a potential partner.

I can understand maybe wanting to help some kid get on her feet after spending her life in a Mormon cult but nothing about that kid would ever read as "Wife material" at least not to me or any other adult over 25.

The dynamic between Hades and Persephone is just weird. She's an incredibly sheltered 19 year old who's never had ANY life experience or social interaction outside of a small circle approved by her mother and he's ancient but physically equivalent to being in his 40's and a ceo or something who's already in a relationship with a female character who was clearly written just to make Persephone look better by comparison.

While we're on it let's talk about Hade's first partner. An unlikable piece of crap named Minthe who has some clear mental traumas and insecurities that the plot never handles because asking the writer to to give these characters depth or dimension is like asking a chimp to write a symphony and that just ain't happening. Yeah, Minthe who is a nymph and part of the lower class, also employed by Hades and completely financially dependent on him. She is abusive and manipulative and any time we might feel like we can sympathize with her because Hades is practically cheating on her the writers make sure to make her do something that depicts her as being as unlikable as possible. Can't have Persephone willingly be a homewrecker or competitive that might make her INTERESTING! We can't have her be interesting! It makes her less "Cute" and "wuvable" *barf*

There's also a couple of instances of SA and they aren't handled well at all. It's mostly played for drama and only comes up if we need the characters to be sad.

Then there's the art

oh boy the art....

Look I know my own art is pretty rough and not the most consistent but LO is just too much for me.

Sometimes Persephone's face is drawn in a way that makes her look almost like a little girl and she's frequently in skimpy clothing or in suggestive poses, even when nothing in the story calls for that. If you're going to make her look provocative maybe don't make her face so punchable and insipid looking.

You can write this off as my personal bias. I loathe characters who are designed to look as "uwu baby" as possible. Unless it's specifically for a joke or something...

This is a bit of a nit pick but I have no idea how tall she or Hades are supposed to be.

In this panel She can barely see over the counter here for some reason and she's frequently drawn as being roughly around elbow height with him,

Just to illustrate how ridiculous of a height difference that is for two adults to have that's close to the height disparity between Edward Hyde and Adam Frankenstein. Unless Hades is between 7-8 feet tall there is no reason to draw your 19 year old character that much shorter than him.

Idk I didn't read all of it so I don't know if it gets better or if the characters improve but I found it to be a shallow experience that clearly I'm not the target audience for. Check it out and see what you think for yourself but there's my beef with it.

[desastre-fag]

I put a spell on you (and now you're mine) Chapter 1: The Overture

There’s a chill in the air of Salem as Tommy stalks the streets, feet dragging behind him through the damp snow. ‘This is shit,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I just want to go home.’ His foot kicks at the ground as he comes to a stop, glancing up at the bus stop sign above him, lit only by the passing car lights.

His latest shift at the shitty diner he works at 7 days a week had left him utterly and completely drained, never-mind the fact he was asked to stay behind an extra hour meaning he would be home late. He knew Schlatt wasn’t going to like that, but he certainly wouldn’t have anything bad to say about the extra pay for his booze.

Finally the bus arrives and he stumbles on, legs aching from standing all day, pays for his ticket and slumps into the nearest seat possible. The ride feels like it lasts an eternity, the dim city lights keeping the young 15 year old from falling asleep against the cool window beginning to steam up from his breath.

Reaching his stop Tommy jolts awake as the bus jerkily pulls to a stop against the pavement, the old doors squeaking loud enough both he and the bus driver cringe. Luckily for Tommy, the stop is right outside his home and he only has to take a few more steps before he can sink into his nice warm bed and just let the world fade away. Unluckily for Tommy, there is an obstacle standing between him and peace.

“What fucking time do you call this?” He hopes that if he ignores the man in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen that he can escape to his bedroom just up the stairs. But, the universe never really was on his side growing up, why should it be now?

“Fucking answer me!” Schlatt’s voice booms across the room, bouncing off the walls right into Tommy’s eardrums, causing him to wince before turning to face the man he lives with. Leaning to one side at an awkward angle, Schlatt holds onto a dining chair to keep himself from falling to the ground, glaring at Tommy.

“I got held up at work.” Mumbled into the floor but still picked up by the drunken man, the excuse seems to put him at ease. Falling back into the chair behind him with as much grace as a baby gazelle, Schlatt hungrily pulls a glass bottle with a peeling label towards himself, silently dismissing Tommy with the thought of drinking now at the forefront of his mind. Taking the opportunity provided to him Tommy finds himself trudging up the creaking stairs - that could do with a fresh carpet put down - at a faster pace than he would ever admit to himself.

The door to his bedroom has seen better days as it’s pushed open, lightly being shut behind him once he’s inside, a soundless click of the lock following. The room is bare excluding the essentials, an old squeaking bed and mattress pushed against the far wall (which isn’t really that far) and a small plain wooden dresser opposite holding his clothes and possessions, which also functions as his ‘desk’.

Kicking off his trainers, wrapped in duct tape to keep the sole from falling off, Tommy falls backwards onto his bed, huffing at the ever present ache in his back. It’s dark, the late winter evening providing no light into the small room, which allows the boy to sink into a deep, calming sleep.

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Early morning light is what wakes him, not the usual harsh knocking on his door, which is the first sign something’s wrong. Quickly pulling on his trainers, Tommy leaves his room and sneaks down the stairs, staying crouched low down and stopping at the halfway point.

Ducking his head to peer through the bannister poles, he spots Schlatt at the rickety kitchen table, a book clutched in his hand, the other hand holding his hair back. Rather than investigating the situation further Tommy ignores the man and walks to the counter, grabbing a chipped bowl from the drying rack to the left of the sink, then filling it with cereal and milk.

‘This tastes like shit,’ he thinks as the cheap cereal turns to mush in his mouth. He dares to glance across the table he is now sitting at, only to make direct eye contact with the man in front of him. It feels as though he’s being studied, like a product, with the older man’s deep stare set on him (who knows how long he’d been watching). Tommy is the first to break eye contact. ‘Oh wow this table is really interesting.’

“I need you to help me with something today, call in sick,” and with that he’s gone, only the sound of his footsteps retreating left behind. “Bastard.” Tommy mumbles to himself as he pulls himself from the table, dumping the soggy cereal into the sink and then moving to follow Schlatt into his altar room. The entry way is hidden in the corner of the living room, disguised by low level magic that can still be felt, like electricity in the air, dancing along his fingertips.

Emerging through the other side leads to a dimly lit room, candles along every available surface, a dark wallpaper and books lying across the floor. The energy is different, a small pocket dimension - unstable but real - keeping the rest of the world shut out. A single rotary phone, red in colour, sits on the cluttered desk in the middle of the space, and is the phone Tommy picks up to call into work.

“Yea, sorry I’m just really ill, must be something I picked up after work last night,” he tries to put on a convincing performance, a scratchy voice and the occasional cough seem to work, his boss telling him to get well soon before hanging up.

“What’s this all about then?” Tommy turns to face Schlatt as he asks, finding the man hunched over a book with a maroon cover and gold lettering, magic crackling from the pages and filling the room. The pages have yellowed and turned brown with age, a sign of ancient magic, which sets off alarm bells in Tommy’s mind. Schlatt shouldn’t be able to comprehend magic that strong, never-mind own the book containing the high power spells.

“Tommy,” Schlatt starts, standing upright and moving to stand behind his desk, “This is our ticket out of this shit hole.” He grins, but it’s not right, his lips curving in all the wrong places, too sharp to be considered good. “This book is our only hope, the only way I- we can get what we deserve.” He leans over the desk, causing Tommy to lean back slightly, before swiftly turning to look out of the large window behind him.

“What does that have to do with me? I’ve got shit to do, to you know, pay the fucking bills.” Tommy complains as he crosses his arms, quickly quieting when Schlatt turns with a withering glare.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I asking too much of the great Tommy Innes? I didn’t realise you were the man of this household, think you know what’s best do you?” A beat of silence passes and Tommy turns his head downwards to the floor in fear. “Huh, do you? Do you?!” Schlatt shouts as he gestures towards the desk, his sparks of magic causing it to crash into the wall, books and candles falling in a heap around it, all the candles extinguishing with an unnoticeable gust of Tommy’s own magic.

His heart is beating so hard and fast he fears it may escape his chest. He’s suddenly grabbed by his shirt collar and lifted into the air, legs kicking desperately as sparks of magic that feel like surges of electricity flood his bloodstream. He grabs onto Schlatt’s arm, hoping to relieve the pressure and that he’ll be granted mercy.

“I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry! I don’t, I don’t!” He cries out in fear as terror clutches his heart and lungs, constricting his breathing, grasping onto the sleeve of Schlatt’s long sleeve shirt. A few more seconds pass before he’s dropped to the ground, Schlatt finding a cloth to wipe his hands with, “Fucking brat.” Tommy’s hands instinctively move towards his chest, hovering over his heart which is beating a mile a minute, as he sits hunched over on the dusty wooden floor.

‘Fucking prick.’ While trying to calm his racing heart, he fails to notice Schlatt opening the ancient book, pages flipping at high speeds with the assistance of his magic. He also fails to register the soft ‘ah-ha’ from the man once he finds the page he needs.

Finally, his heart calms and as he flicks his eyes upwards they meet with a dark swirling red pair. Darkness falls over the room, the remaining candles extinguishing as a harsh gust of wind enters through the now open window, curtains closing behind it. All that can be seen is the maroon eyes peering at the boy from the darkness, under-lit by the words on the page glowing a subtle gold.

Mumbled whispers fall from the man’s lips, too rushed to make sense in Tommy's muddled mind. Life surges into the small altar room, a wind with no source circling around, pulling books and candles alike around the room, soon moving to surround Tommy.

He finds himself trapped in a mini tornado of rushing magic, the crackling of it crashing into his ears igniting an ache all through his body. He hears a guttural scream before registering it as his own, backed by maniacal laughter coming from every corner of the room. He catches one last glimpse of Schlatt staring him down with a manic glint in his eyes before the world fades from his grip, and he is swallowed by the darkness.

[alwritey-aphrodite]

I want that!!

Ok, but I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into:

Ned Stark: like I said before #1 dad (I read somewhere that he’s based on Duke Leto, who I also adore for being the best father he can be in his circumstances). But also, I really just love his sense of honor and need to do what’s right, which is so at odds with everyone around him. He just wants to make the people he cares for happy, one of his driving motives to take Robert’s offer as hand of the king. He’s someone who doesn’t want to play the twisted games, who doesn’t want to manipulate and backstab and double cross, and I respect and love him so so much.

Catelyn Stark: do I despise her for the way she treated Jon? Yes absolutely. Do I admire her for her strength and resilience? Yes absolutely. She cares so much for her children, she’d quite literally die for them, she stopped a knife with her bare hands for one of her sons, she crossed a terrible terrain full of giants to bring who she thought tried to kill her son to justice. She loves her family, and she’d do anything for them. I understand her bitterness at the fact that Ned cheated on her, and Jon’s a reminder of that, but I think I’d respect her a tiny bit more if she was able to look past that and care for Jon the way he deserved. Still, she’s a kick ass mom and I love her.

Robb Stark: my sweet boy :( little baby :( I think my attachment to the Stark children stems from the books, where they’re twelve or fourteen or ten and still experiencing the things they went through in the show at twenty or eighteen or fourteen. He’s just a child, and he had so much placed on his shoulders. Just like his father, he only wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and that’s the only reason he became King of the North and started a war: for justice for his father. I think he was a great leader, and his only downfall was how trusting and kind he was, to enemies and allies alike, and that’s what really pushed him towards his demise.

Jon Snow: my son, my sweet little guy, I love him so much. I’d literally die for him. I’d kill for him. If he got one thing from Ned, it’s his honor. Honor means everything to Jon, in every situation. The way he felt so fucking upset with himself when he had to keep switching from the Night’s Watch to the Wildlings and then back again. He just wants to do the right thing. He wants to be an honorable leader, which is so difficult to do within that universe. Idk man I just really fucking love Jon Snow (and I refuse to acknowledge whatever the fuck happened with his ‘parents’ in season 8)

Sansa Stark: it took me much longer to warm up to her in the show (at no hate to Sophie Turner, I absolutely adore her), but her arc is one of my favorites. I love the strength she finds within herself, and how she can still find it in herself to be kind. She forgives her siblings, she becomes a leader when all she wanted before was to essentially be a trophy wife. I love watching her reach her potential, watched her fight back and resist in any way she could. I think she and Arya show so well how different resistance can look, how different it can be for people to be strong, and I love her, despite the rocky start to my relationship with her

Arya Stark: my girl! I’ve been rooting for her since day one, I love feral little girls who just want to run wild. I adore the relationship she had with Ned, how he supported her and found her a teacher and really just wanted her to be happy. Honestly, I can’t help feeling proud of her, for all of the things she did at such a young age. She’s a spiteful, revengeful little girl, and I’d do anything to protect her. There’s something about the way she literally never stops fighting, how she keeps trying over and over and over until something works out for her. She’s dealt the worst possible hand in life, and yet she kept fighting, never giving up no matter what happened to her.

Brandon Stark: my least favorite Stark, sorry not sorry. I just think he spent so much time only thinking of himself and only trying to help himself. I know he’s a child and I’m probably being too hard on him, but I honestly just think he’s really annoying

Rickon Stark: I don’t have much to say about him except poor baby :(

[peachycoreroo]

the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi​‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”  

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.