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Moral of the Story - 6!Taro x Reader
hello again everyone and likely to dear anon who requested the last fic! Like I said yesterday, this is the "sad ending" version of the one I wrote because of sudden, bittersweet angst cravings~
Also, this is a continuation of another fic I wrote which I'll be linking here. I recommend reading that one first if you want additional context and more pain, but it's just bonus content. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Something wasnât right when Jotaro opened his eyes.
As far as he knew, he should be out there getting his daughter out of jail. But then, the enemies grew smarter than he wouldâve expected and they found out how to beat him at this Stand game through unfair exploitation.
Like DIO did years ago, his minions found a way to follow in his footsteps.
Then heâd find himself getting shot with multiple bullets and end up devoid of anything as his Stand and memory discs end up getting stolen by another Stand user working alongside the other. This is it. Jotaro was about to die but then Jolyne would be out, escaping into a Speedwagon-sent submarine, so why would he matter by this point?
And he was ready to accept death right then and there.
Only that wasnât the case.
Instead, he woke up to a relatively warm environment, with walls that appeared to be fashioned of clay and wood instead of concrete and steel. What a strange place for souls to end up in. He wasnât overly superstitious but there were at least some expectations to be made when arriving in the afterlife- white walls? White floors? Make everything white and shiny perhaps?
Jotaro peeled the sheets off him and went to stand, and thatâs when he noticed his outfit. âWhat the,â he should be wearing his snakeskin pants and purple coat, but it wasnât. It was his black school slacks and shoes, paired with the customized gakuran that came with it.
âWhat the hell?â He stood and stalked over to the nearby mirror and thatâs when he froze on the spot, not wanting to believe that this was happening to him. The figure staring at him from the glass wasnât the 40-year-old marine biologist with a doctorate, but the 17-year-old punk delinquent from high school.
His hair was back to its lengthier curls, the gray streaks of older age gone and replaced with youthful jet-black, and his eyes less baggy and shadowed from chronic stress. Even his hat was the ripped black visor instead of his newer purple one.
The muffled laughter and chatter of a gruffly old man and two other men could be heard out his door. It canât be them. Joseph was too old and senile to hold a straight conversation, Polnareff went off the Foundationâs radar years ago, never to be heard again, and Avdol died with Kakyoin and Iggy.
Thatâs what happened but why are they out there? As if nothing happened? As if they were still on this death journey to Egypt?
What is this? Jotaro gritted his teeth. What sick joke are they playing with me?
âOh, Jotaro-ssi! Youâre up! Rest well from your beauty nap?â
His heart stopped, the air leaving his lungs in one sweep. That voice⊠No, no, no it couldnât be. It canât- Jotaro slowly turned his head to the sound and upon seeing the source of it, he couldâve just buckled right then and there. Not like this.
There you were, peeking through the door with one raised brow and familiar coy smile. He remained still, not wanting to believe in the psychosis some fucker decided to place on him. But the door opened and you walked into the room, alive and well, dressed in your customized school uniform complementary to his.
You paused before him and looked up at him, tilting your head. âIs something on my face? Why are you looking at me like Iâm a ghost?â You said that as a joke, but his eyes swelled with tears. You raised your hands and waved them in his direction, trying to be spooky. You smiled cheekily. âAm I scaring you now?â
Unable to hold it in anymore, Jotaro pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily as tears spilled out his eyes and onto your uniform. âJotaro-ssi?â
You were here.
Moving. Talking. Breathing. Alive.
And the most fucked up part of this was that Jotaro knew this was just a ploy an enemy user did to play with his psyche, but did any of that matter when he got to hold you in his arms again, feeling sorry for everything that had happened.
Sorry for being unable to move. For letting DIO carve that slash deep into you and letting you get buried underneath the rubble. For being unable to get you proper medical care when he found you after the battle.
For him to cradle you in his embrace, crying in agony as you died in his arms that night.
âHey, are you okay?â You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, patting his back reassuringly.
âJ-Just⊠be quiet for a momentâŠâ
You leaned your head against his and felt your fingers card through his hair, the movement soothing his already tired soul. â⊠Alright.â
Jotaro wasnât an emotional guy but with all the stress built in him over the years, heâd at least deserve to let out some of those pent-up feelings before it consumed him from the inside.
Eventually, he calmed down and eased himself back into his default stoic state with you sitting beside him, your thumb caressing the back of his hand in small circles. What part of the journey was this⊠memory set in?
Acting like he didnât spill tears moments ago, he said through a sniffle or 2, âDamn, my headâs hurting like shit again. Care to remind me what happened yesterday? And what were we supposed to do today?â Jotaro, having phased out of his rebellious era, hoped he could mimic his teenage behavior without thinking he was a middle-aged man trying to be hip.
And even if you did show some suspicion, you smiled and put on that pouty expression youâd use to fake whine at him. That paired with crossed arms made it more painfully endearing. âOf course, your head would hurt. You cried. And to answer your question,â you leaned over to him until your face was inches away from his. âTodayâs the day after you kissed me. Donât try to act cool now and pretend it never happened.â
Jotaro pressed his lips together and balled his hands into fists, willing his eyes to suck in a new batch of tears, more so when you scrunched your face with your rose cheeks, upturned crescent eyes, and giddy chuckle. âO-Oh.â
âAs for today, Mr. Joestar said someoneâs got a lead on where that dome building is located, and at first, all of us were supposed to interrogate said person but Avdol and Pol said they got us covered. So, in the meantime, we have the day to ourselves.â
He turned to the clock above the door frame. 8:00 AM. A day to ourselves? Jotaro didnât know when heâd return to his old body. He didnât even know how the passage of time worked when oneïżœïżœïżœs mind was somewhere else. But if he were to follow his hunch, today could be the only day heâd stay in Cairo.
Then the next, heâd find himself back to god knows where in Florida. Probably still rotting in Green Dolphin Street Prison from what had happened.
âY/N,â Jotaro started, looking straight at you with determined eyes. âLetâs walk around Cairo.â
You stared at him with widened eyes, caught off guard by the sudden proposal. If he was still 17, he couldâve smirked knowing you were always the one to suggest what they would do for the day. But this was different now.
He wanted to cling to the remaining time he was given and hoped to whatever higher deity that time would slow down enough for him to spend every limited moment with you while he had the chance. âWeâre going to fight like hell tomorrow so⊠we should do some stuff for ourselves before then.â
âYou know, I was supposed to suggest that because I thought youâd prefer staying in and resting, but I like that youâre the one offering the ideas sometimes.â You stood and Jotaro followed after. âWell? Letâs head on out then! Who knows how many unexplored shops, sites, and dishes await us?â
---
At this moment, all that was in his head tunnel-visioned to following your footsteps alone, and although he couldnât stop whatever bullshit could happen, he could only hope that nothing would jump out from the shadows to ambush them.
Regardless, Jotaro kept up with you as you visited nearly every store within the capital city, and just as he had remembered, there was that special gleam in your eyes as you strolled down the streets with eager awe. It would send sharp pangs through his chest every time youâd turn to him to announce where you went.
And he canât help but wonder if, in some other universe, youâd still be this enthusiastic in your 40s. Of course, not to the same extent as you were now. Youâd be milder, more toned-down, yet still wide-eyed and curious. Never tired of seeing the world around you. Never settling for the same old thing.
At the thought, Jotaro couldnât help but close his eyes and smile at the image of an older you tugging him with your arm linked with his, only for that one moment of happiness to turn into a pick into his heart.
Stop daydreaming. Stop doing this to yourself.
There were many things he wished heâd done with you. Not that he didnât want to do it, but in the context of their situation, heâd figured those stuff could be done later down in the line after saving his mother and killing the vampire. But even then, would his past delinquent self be confident enough to do such things?
If he recalled correctly, Jotaro never did anything the day after he first kissed you. All he knew was that he remained passive, only ever following you around just like he did now without doing much, stubborn enough to hold onto his tough guy act.
I couldâve done better then. But he only had today to make up for it and make everything count.
Jotaro got into an even stride that matched yours, and with you beside him, he brought out one hand from his pant pocket and let it hang by his side. Then there was the faintest brush of your hand against his that sent goosebumps up his arms.
He breathed deep as his heart fluttered and his fingers twitched, tempted to move to yours. Why hesitate again? Just do it. Another deep breath in and he let his hand dart to your side, brushing against your skin.
And in the next second, he found your fingers interlocked with his, your hand firmly in his. Holding it like this, he grew aware of how small and delicate your hand was compared to his. With a gentle squeeze from his part, he mused at how soft it was too.
Both he and you looked away, flustered yet giddy deep down as he felt a smile bloom on his face. To hold you like thisâŠ
Jotaro never let go as you both continued to visit whatever boutique or restaurant they could try out. He allowed you to pull him inside booths and stores, excited to test out unfamiliar items with him.
He became a willing participant in this tiny quest you set for yourself and in the process, let all of his default stoicism down to shower you with all the affection he had in him that he could no longer give the next day or any day after.
And he stayed true to his word throughout the day. Heâd offer compliments and witty remarks about every article of clothing you tried on, share and offer portions of his meals to you, rest his chin above your head, and hold your hand down the streets of Cairo.
These werenât enough. Deep down, Jotaro knew these gestures werenât enough to compensate for the years you would never get to live with him.
But just as the day was about to end, he realized there was one thing he could do.
âY/N,â he said that brought your attention to him. âI have something to do. You have to come with me.â
You tilted your head in confusion. âHm? What is it? Did Mr. Joestar say something to you while I was away?â
Jotaro said nothing as he dragged you with him to his destination. You were kept in the dark as he continued to lead the way through the streets until stopping at a random spot by the road, flagging for a passing taxi to pull over. He ushered you inside and followed after you.
âWhere to?â
âUp north,â Jotaro said, confusing you further at the lack of a specific place. âIâll say where to stop.â The driver, growing uncomfortable with his sharp glare and crossed arms, said nothing but an âokay sirâ and drove.
âYouâre being oddly secretive right now,â you said. âBut seriously though, where are we going?â
âYouâll see.â
âWhat do you mean?â Jotaro placed an index finger to his lips and remained silent for the rest of the ride. This would trigger some suspicion from you, but given that you still complied with his requests, you continued to trust him on where they were headed.
He informed the driver to stop at the incoming curb in what he assumed to be around 30-45 minutes. Both of you stepped out after he paid the driver for his service, and if his memory served him right, he should be picking up a faint yet distinct sound.
And he did.
âThis way,â Jotaro said as he turned to walk towards the sound with you following a step behind. They walked past several smaller buildings, veering off the road and onto a paved path. As they reached the first set of stairs, Jotaro paused and allowed you to step forward.
âWhere- Oh!â You didnât finish your sentence as Jotaro bent down to lift you into his arms with one hand securing your back and the other underneath your knees. He stared down at you and huffed at your flustered face looking back at him. You began to fiddle with your fingers. âWhat are you up to exactly, Jotaro-ssi?â
âClose your eyes.â
âHuh?â
âDo it or Iâm not moving.â
âOkay, alright!â You said, whining as you placed both hands over your eyes. âHere. Is this good?â
âMm.â Jotaro watched you for a minute more to make sure you werenât peeking through your fingers, he held you firmly in his carry and walked down the staircase.
It didnât take too long to get down, for his shoes to hit sand instead of solid concrete. You shifted in his grasp, noticing the change in environment. âHm? This sound⊠Waves? Are weâŠ?â
Jotaro took a couple of steps forward and stopped. Slowly, he eased you onto the sand, and with your hands still covering your eyes, he reached up to grasp them. With his guidance, you lowered your hands and opened your eyes to the warm sunset sky and shimmering sea. He moved over to the side enough to gauge your reaction from behind.
And just then, his heart fluttered and bloomed at the sight of your beautiful wide smile, pink-dusted cheeks, and sparkling eyes. âWoah, so pretty!â Jotaro smiled, refusing to tear his gaze away from you, wanting to soak all of your happiness into memory. âHowâd you know this would be nearby?â
Jotaro had returned to Cairo years after the trip and only after thorough research on the place and on-site work for the Foundation, did he discover the place. Ever since then, despite the beautiful scenery, heâd walk across the sand devoid of awe and filled with regret and longing. But he couldnât say that. âIâve been wandering.â
âBut, the promise said beaches in Tokyo,â you said, cheeky. He rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. Always teasing until the end, huh? âYouâre lucky Iâll take this, but you have to take me to a beach date when we get home in return and many more after.â
His throat clogged in on itself and an overbearing amount of sadness gripped his core at the hopeful mention of a future youâd never get to be in. Although painful, Jotaro kept his cool facade on and said, âAlready demanding more? Why am I not surprised?â
âCome on donât lie to yourself,â you glanced at him with a curled lip and raised brow. âYouâd still take me on that date no matter how much you say otherwise.â
And Iâd take you to more if I could. âWho knowsâŠâ
You left it at that and returned your attention to the ocean. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, wrapped an arm around yourself, and said, âThis feels so nice.â
Jotaro watched you as you said this and only now did he observe how small you were compared to him. A part of him always wanted to know what it felt like when heâd remember the number of couples standing like this on the seaside. He always thought it was too corny and boring back then but after years of thought and reflection, he wasnât that opposed to the idea.
And while he had the chanceâŠ
Without you noticing, he moved one step forward and raised his arms to pull you into a soft embrace. Oh⊠this- this is what it feels like⊠Jotaro could feel the sting in his eyes coming again as he held you this tenderly and so with a heavy exhale, he closed his eyes as he allowed himself to just... feel.
He felt your hands come to overlap his. âJotaro-ssi? Youâre much more affectionate today,â you giggled. âIs it my birthday or something?â
He shook his head, refusing to think about birthdays never to be celebrated. Struggling to keep his composure, Jotaro muttered, âIâm just⊠I just-â I wish it could be like this.
âSpeechless too? Aigoo this wonât do.â You stepped back just enough for you to turn around and wring your arms around his shoulders. In return, he placed his own around your waist. With a smile, you got on your tip-toes and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. âIâm not expecting too much but I got to admit, I can get used to this. Iâm just waiting for a snarky reply to top all this off.â
Jotaro, through his unshed tears and cracking heart, smiled and cupped your cheek. You kept your gaze on him as you leaned on his palm and nuzzled against it. âAnd ruin the moment? Not this time.â
âWell, how about you kiss me instead?â
He scoffed, albeit with a curl of his lip, and pulled you closer to him with one arm. He guided your face up to him and he leaned down until his nose grazed yours and his breath fanned your lips.
One hooded look from his to yours sent you the signal for you to reach up and close the distance between you.
---
Itâs been a while since you had soaked in the beauty of the setting sun, and hours have passed until the night neared its end. For a brief moment, the two of you met with the Crusaders and in that short window of time, the group had engaged in a lively conversation mixed with talk about the mission.
As the clock struck 11:30, you and Jotaro returned to your shared room and agreed to settle for the evening.
And here you were, lying beside him under the sheets in the dark, awake like he was. Both faced each other with your arms tucked between your chests, while Jotaroâs arms wrapped around you- one underneath your side and the other draped across your waist.
âTomorrowâs the day, huh?â You said as your fingers fiddled with his faded top. âAfter tomorrow, itâs over. We can go back and do what couples usually do. Go to school together, go on dates, celebrate each othersâ birthdays, and much more.â In the dark, he could hear the bashful smile blooming on your face as you listed all your wishes to him.
Jotaro didnât say anything, his heart growing heavier with each passing second, but he nodded regardless.
30 minutes until midnight⊠And thenâŠ
âY/N,â he said quietly and you replied with a curt âhm?â. âCan I ask something?â
âYou rarely do, so of course you can.â
He swallowed and continued, âWhat if⊠whatever we have now doesnât work out in the long run, would you be upset if I somehow end up with someone else?â
You tilted your head. âStrange of you to ask on our first week of dating but I guess itâs better than late.â
âWould I be upset?â You shook your head. âWhy would I? I donât control how you get to live your life. If you find happiness in somebody else, then thatâs good. If life says itâs not us, then it's alright.â
âYou go be a successful man, marry someone worth your love, start a family, and live a long life,â you chuckled under your breath. âWould it be weird to say that I see you'd be the type to be a girl dad? I donât know⊠I think seeing a little girl version of you running around would be cute.â
âBut you asking that doesnât mean you get a free pass to forget me that easy. Whatever I said just now is also my dream, alright? I want that for us,â You said. "And I know youâre rolling your eyes thinking about how Iâm being a blabbermouth again and I'm being too romantic, but you know me by this point.â
You said all those with a lighthearted spirit, meant to tease and have fun, but all it did was cause a tear or two to roll down his face as he gazed at you. He didnât know how long he had until he couldnât hold it anymore. Jotaro could have had that with you- to marry you, spend much more time with you, be family with you⊠if only he did better.
He shouldâve done better.
âYah, donât tell me youâre sleeping already.â
He ignored the wetness trailing down his face as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âI listened⊠donât worry.â
âGood,â you said as you burrowed close to him, nuzzling against his chest. âOr else Iâm going to be extra annoying about it.â
He let out an empty chuckle as he hugged your waist tighter and nudged you closer until he could bury his face in the crown of your head. âIâm used to it.â
âProfessor Kujoâs Stand disc has been retrieved. An agent is reportedly heading over as we speak. Prepare the patient now.â
His chest caved at the faint voices echoing in his head. Jotaro can hear them. His time here is coming to a close.
Heâs about to wake up and youâd no longer be in his arms.
He held back a pathetic whimper as he took a deep breath in and let out a shaky exhale. âIâm sorry.â
You hummed. âSorry for what?â
For whatâs to come. For not fighting hard enough. âFor everything.â
A hand caressed his cheek, moving slightly down to rest on his shoulder. âIâm not sure what youâre apologizing for, but whatever it is, Iâm sure itâs nothing too bad. So I forgive you.â
He could feel his consciousness fade and wither as the distant voices and mechanical noises grew louder by the second. Whatever strength he had left was spent holding you as tight as he could before all of this would be over. He didnât care if he began to sob or if you became aware of it.
He needed to feel you tonight before letting you go one last time.
âJotaro-ssi?â He made a sound in response as he fell closer and closer to the void.
And the last thing he could linger on before then was you pressing yourself close and wrapping your arms around him with three closing words.
âI love you.â
---
âIs the patient ready?â
âYes, doctor. Although, something peculiar happened.â
âComplications?â
âNot that. Just as the agent handed over the disc, the other nurses noticed that Professor Kujo seemed to cry while comatose indicative of the tears streaking down his cheeks.â
âPeculiar indeed. Reports said his memory disc got stolen too so he shouldnât have any recollections about the past.â
âPerhaps itâs from supernatural causes? Or maybe itâs simply from the heart?â
âIt doesnât matter. Let us insert the disc now and spare the conversation later.â
#jotaro x reader#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#jotaro kujo#see what happens when a writer reads too many angst fics in her life#she BECOMES a writer of angst fics
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Five Hargreeves Meagalist
Hello, I write aged-up Five Hargreeves smut. Sometimes also not smut. But mostly smut. This is a compendium of my work.
Request status: Closed Request info + rules
[Based on behaviour I have become aware of on here: I know saying 'don't plagiarise my shit' will do nothing to stop actual plagiarists, but just know that, if you do, you are no better than ChatGPT and will not see the light of heaven. It's okay to be inspired by another writer, but not okay to flat out use excerpts with a few of the words changed and then try to make money off it. You know who you are.]
One + Twoshots
Not Smut (G-M rated)
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Includes: No Hard Feelings Before A Fall Flesh and Blood Arrow of Time After We Fall The Years Between (oneshot collection)
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Not canon compliant. In this household, season 4 never happened.
Includes: Alias Number Five She
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The Moth and The Spider (E Rated): Please heed tags.
Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the fear, or maybe some sick, twisted part of him was titillated. Even looking back, he never knew. In the dark of nights years in the future, he couldnât help linking how it turned out to this one mistake. Perhaps if heâd fought her just a little longer, it might never have turned into what it did- perhaps it would never have gone beyond that first night. In fact, it seemed likely: thatâs how he knew it was all his fault really.
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Headcanons
Usually based on Tumblr asks:
SFW headcanons because I am capable of them y'know
Cooking
'Not like other girls' girls
Five hates himself
Five as the father of a son
S4 speculation
My dreams for Five in S4 (boy, was I disappointed)
Why Five's favourite word is "shit!"
What would Five look for in a partner?
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A guide to flirting with Five
Five and Wordle
What did Five do in the apocalypse? (mention of masturbation- not graphic)
Five's enjoyment of murder
S/O stealing Five's jackets.
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NSFW alphabet
Five's relationship with the Handler (triggering content)
Five with a menstruating S/O (NSFW only because references sex)
Five + submissive pillow princess
Hargreeves brothers sharing sex tips
Five and flirtatious jokes (mild)
Mannequin banging: part 1 , part 2
Apocalypse sadwanks
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đŁïžEddie Munson Fic Recs
This is gonna have a sappy start before I get into the fic rec portion: but I just wanted to say that at the end of May 2022, I was finishing up my first year of law school. It was rough, challenging, lonely, and basically everything youâd expect and I was in a bad place and the fandom Iâd been in was slowing down just naturally. I truly wish I could remember how I even became aware of Eddie Munson because stranger things wasnât really on my radar anymore and whoever I followed at the time that started to veer off into Eddie-mania, thank you. In the two years since then, Iâve graduated and become the worlds babiest lawyer and I genuinely owe a lot to this fandom and community on here for giving me a fun, usually safe, creative place to escape to when it got rough.
Iâm just hoping to maybe remind people that there are already an incredible, incredible amount of existing stories to read and talk about that deserve your attention and love if youâre looking to read some Eddie stories. Some of these will be fics Iâve recommended before but Iâm going to try my best to pull together writers and fics that I love and think everyone should read in the hopes that someone like me who still scrolls through eddie tags looking for my nightly bedtime story can find something new to them to read! âš
Previous Fic Rec list here!! some overlap but thereâs no such thing as too much hype for these writers
@munson-blurbs I hope itâs ok but Iâm linking Bugâs full masterlist here because I have genuinely loved everything she has written. There are blurbs, series, and special events which are all incredible and worth a read! Bug is currently still writing the âLiving after Midnightâ series which is my current obsession and features rockstar!eddie x motelheiress!reader and itâs angst and lust galore
@corroded-hellfire also sharing the Eddie Masterlist here because thereâs so many fics to read!! As You Wish, Big Brown Eyes, Where the Heart Is are all incredible but truly thereâs so much here to enjoy
@upsidedownwithsteve SIMMER!! jk Iâm actually linking the Eddie Masterlist here too because I love them all but âI Want You To Want Meâ and âSimmerâ are out of this world
@pinkrelish The Yes Policy I love it, you love it, we all love it and if you havenât caught up yet oh my god I wish I was you and could read these chapters for the first time again
@ghost-proofbaby Iâve previously told people to go read 24 Hours, and you should, thatâs an order; but Maroon is ongoing! and itâs actually infiltrating my every thought so go on over and get caught up bc I think itâs safe to say things are getting amped up
@trashmouth-richie I have also previously recommended Honey, Iâm Home because itâs a work of art but Ziggy has a new mini series âCrash + Fallâ that Iâm completely obsessed with the concept for and Iâve loved every piece so far!
@tiannasfanfic I just reblogged Conviction again but I genuinely am not exaggerating when I say I think about this story and these two monthly and try and find this story all the time to re-read it endlessly. Itâs a really lovely story of unplanned pregnancy and two characters not realizing theyâve been smitten for each other the whole time and I love it
@carolmunson Iâm sharing another Eddie Masterlist here because Iâd be making this post far too long but Carolâs stories are all incredible, complex, and honest. âLetâs go, donât waitâ just got updated and I had to read it like 3 times last night because it was too good to just read one and done
@rebelfell I just discovered Sarahâs blog after reading the most recent âFrenemyâ fic and idk what I was doing wrong to not already follow her and not have already read her whole Masterlist but Iâm linking the whole thing bc sheâs so good!!
@the-au-thor I also only just discovered Elleâs blog and thatâs criminal but thank god I found Babysitting Mun because I am a sucker for rockstar!eddie and this series has me on the edge of my seat rn
@storiesbyrhi Iâm sharing the Masterlist folks because I have genuinely loved every single story and series and I have read them all now (some several times). So many of Rhiâs stories have a wonderful warm witchy vibe that I crave and Iâve read Siouxsie and the Soulmates, The Cabin in the Woods, Our Patron Saint of the Arts, Vintage Reeboks, and Burning Yarrow (insert screaming fan gif) multiple times now
@heart-eyed-love this fic is the epitome of a soft, cozy, domestic night with Eddie and if you need a hug read this đ„č
@eddieandbird I JUST got caught up on Eddie/Tour Manager series and Iâm fully obsessed and desperate to know how theyâre gonna navigate this - for folks new to the story, Eddie and his tour manager accidentally drunkenly get married- what could go wrong??
@eiightysixbaby the scream I scrumped when I finished reading Princess Leia, and Other Wishes - look bffs to lovers is already my absolute weakness on this earth but then you had to make it witty and funny and FLUFFY I just can do nothing but re-read and pine
@superblysubpar Iâm still obsessed with this addition to The Boy is Mine writing challenge and oh god itâs so good đ©
âŠand while weâre talking about it - hereâs the entire The Boy is Mine masterlist with an INSANE amount of incredible stories to read
@the-unforgivenn !!! tumblr hates me and deleted this bullet (so if you already saw this post, no you didnât) but And I Need You to Know is a proper novel! I canât imagine how much time, love, effort, planning, and work went into creating this insane and absolutely incredible world but everyone needs to read this!! and then follow up with Sheâs So Cold bc I love it and I am so reader
~~ this is not the end nor an exhaustive list! I just wanted to put something out there now that I plan to build on because I know Iâm always scrolling and searching for new things to read or old things to revisit â„ïž ~~
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pairing: mingi/fem!reader
genre: childhood best friends to lovers, college au, angst, smut - minors do NOT interact
warnings: no dom/sub dynamic, unrequited love, mutual loss of virginity, mingi has a massive cock, fingering, oral sex (f. recieving)
word count: 10k
a/n: i want to be honest with you guys, this is not a comeback. this is just a little fic that iâve been working on for the past year or so that has brought me a lot of comfort, and i hope that it can do the same for you. iâm not sure if iâll ever be active on this blog like i used to be, but please know that i will always be a writer and i will always read every single comment, reblog, and note that is sent to me. thank you for being my readers. i love you all so so dearly <3
âHey, Mingi,â Yunho asked, staring at his distorted reflection in the back of a flimsy dining hall spoon, âHave you ever eaten a girl out before?â
 âW-What the fuck?â Mingi choked on his homemade sandwich. âWhy would you ask me that?â
 âBecause I want to go down on my girl on our next dateâŠâ he dropped the spoon on his tray, frowning as it clanged. âWeâve already fucked but I think itâll be a nice way to show her I really care, you know? But Iâve never done it before.â
 âWait-â Mingi dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forward across the table. âYouâve had sex before?âÂ
 âYou havenât?â Yunho grinned.
 âOf course I havenât, asshole! Why didnât you tell me?â
 Yunho shrugged. âGuess I just didnât think it was that important. What timeâs your next class?âÂ
 âIâm done with classes for the day,â Mingi crumbled the tin foil that previously held his sandwich into a ball. âYours is at 2:30, right?âÂ
 The older boy nodded and the two stood up, making their way to the nearest trash can.
 âBesides,â Yunho placed his tray on top of a growing stack of them while Mingi threw away his brown paper bag. âI thought you wouldâve already fucked that girl youâre always with by now. What was her name again?â
 Mingiâs eyes widened as your name slipped past Yunhoâs lips. âSh!â he hissed, looking over his shoulder. âI told you to stop asking about her. She doesnât like me like that.â
 âBut you havenât even tried!â
 âYes, I have!â
 âGiving her a warm Tootsie Roll that had been sitting in your pocket all day does not count as trying.â
 âBut I gave it to her on Valentineâs Day!â Mingi whined. âThat counts for something, right?â
 He reluctantly met Yunhoâs eyes, groaning when he saw his friendâs lips pressed into a thin line and his head shaking.Â
 âYouâve gotta just tell her, dude. Youâre never gonna know if you donât try.âÂ
 He knew Yunho was right. If he ever wanted anything to change, heâd have to talk to you. Otherwise, heâd spend his entire life wondering what wouldâve happened if he wouldâve just had the balls to tell you.Â
 Heâd do it today, he decided, when he met you at your usual spot to walk back to your dorms together. That way, he could just run home if you said you didnât feel the same way! Perfect plan.Â
Mingi wiped his hands on his pants as he walked to your usual meeting spot, attempting to calm himself down and hype himself up at the same time.Â
 He was really going to do it now; he was going to spill his heart out and hope that you somehow ended up in his arms. Heâd start with how heâd loved you since you were kids when you took swim lessons with him at the community pool. You jumped right in the water when he was too afraid to duck his head underneath, and he remembered wanting to be brave like you. He loved you in middle school when you noticed him struggling with his math homework and offered to help. He loved you when you introduced him to Yunho, your friend from the student council who would end up becoming his best friend. And he loved you two years later, when he read your summer reading book aloud to you because staring at the pages made you sleepy.Â
 He loved you last year when you went to prom together, even when you made a point of announcing to the rest of your group that the two of you were âJust really good friends.â
 Oh, well. He loved you when he gave you that Tootsie Roll three months ago, too.
 And he loved you now, when he approached you slowly and timidly, waving his hand to get you to look up from your phone.
 âOh, hi,â you grinned, pulling the earbuds out of your ears.
 âHi,â he smiled.Â
 âHow was⊠how was your day?â You asked the same question you always asked when you saw him, but it sounded different this time. It was like an exhale; Like you were breathing the words instead of speaking them. If he didnât know better, he wouldâve thought you were nervous.Â
 âGood,â he nodded, gripping the straps of his backpack.
 âGood!â You repeated, clasping your hands together. âSoâŠâ
 He braced himself to say it. Iâm in love with you. I have been ever since we were kids. I donât want to be your friend, I want to kiss you.
 But you spoke first, and you said, âI think we should have sex.â
 He thought that he was having a stroke. He thought that you were having a stroke. âW-what did you say?â
 âHear me out,â you waved your hands and closed your eyes. âWeâre the last virgins in our friend group, right? And everyone thinks weâve already fucked, anyway. So we could just do it together and get it over with so that itâs not as big of a deal when we do it with other people!â
 âI donâtâŠâ His face felt like it was on fire. His stomach burned, and his palms were even sweatier than before. Get it over with?
 You sighed. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have dumped that on you so fast. Iâve just been thinking about it for a few weeks now, andâŠâ
 Your voice turned into a murmur in the back of his mind as he analyzed your words. Been thinking about it for weeks now? Thinking aboutâŠ
 âBut you donât have to decide now, okay? I just wanted to see if you would be up for it.â
 He slowly blinked and nodded back like an idiot. âO-okay. Yeah, Iâll think about it.â
 You nudged his shoulder with yours as you stood up to walk home with him, down the streets of the campus that had been home to you for the past nine months. âAnd thereâs no pressure, alright? You can say Iâm gross and you see me like a sister and I wonât be mad,â you laughed.
 Youâre beautiful. I want you to be my girlfriend.
 âIâll think about it,â he repeated.
 âCool,â you nodded. âHowâd that stats test go?â
You felt sick when you tried to go to sleep that night, nauseated with the thought that you mightâve just ruined everything.Â
 You didnât mean for it to come out so fast. You didnât mean to make him embarrassed. You only meant to present the idea to him; a sort of business proposal that would benefit the both of you before you went back home for the summer.
 None of your friends were virgins anymore. Only you and Mingi were left, and youâd known each other the longest, anyway.Â
 You turned in bed to stare at the pictures of the two of you taped to the collage on your wall. He stood next to you in a cheap rental tuxedo at prom, his mouth pulled into a gummy smile and his arm linked with yours. In another picture, he stood three inches away from you at your middle school graduation, a reminder of the awkward phase the two of you went through when you realized that he was a boy and you were a girl.Â
 But there were pictures from before that time, too, like the one of the two of you covered in nasty, artificially-colored green frosting from the cake at Mingiâs Incredible Hulk-themed birthday party in 2005. Or the two of you dressed up as Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents for Halloween in fourth grade.Â
 Your oldest friend. The person whoâd seen you through every phase of your life â even your emo phase in seventh grade â and stuck by you nonetheless.Â
 You thought of his full lips and his broad shoulders, his big hands. He was handsome, there was absolutely no arguing that, but he was also kind and gentle and sweet. He was always the first to notice when something was wrong and the last to believe you when you told him you were fine.Â
 Being his lover would be amazing, but not if it meant you couldnât be his friend anymore. You wouldnât fall unless he asked you to because losing him wasnïżœïżœïżœt an option.
 Youâd tell him tomorrow to forget it. That it was stupid, and you changed your mind.Â
Mingi told Yunho about it at lunch the next day.Â
 âShe talked to me yesterday,â he mumbled, picking the peel off of a clementine.
 âAnd? Whatâd she say?â Yunho leaned forward, anticipating Mingiâs answer.
 âShe wants to fuck me.â
 Yunho let out a laugh of disbelief. âDonât play with me right now.â
 âShe does! She said, and I quote, âI think we should have sex.ââ
 âWell,â Yunho chuffed, âThere you go, buddy! I told you all you had to do was talk to her!â
 Mingi knew he didnât really talk to you. He knew he just listened (well, half-listened, half daydreamed about what losing his virginity to you would be like) while you gabbed on about how it was a win-win situation.
 But Yunho seemed so happy⊠No, proud of him. His validation made Mingi feel good â like this was the right decision.
 âSo, when are you going to do it?â Yunho squeezed a gluttonous amount of ketchup on his dry chicken patty.
 Mingi stared at his Ziploc bag of slightly brown apple slices. âWell⊠I havenât really told her Iâd do it yet.âÂ
 âWhat? Why not?â
 âI just didnât know if it was rightâŠâ
 âThe girl that youâve been in love with since you were a kid wants to give you her virginity and take yours at the same time, and you donât know if itâs right?â
 Mingi smiled. âYeah⊠I know.â
 âTell her today. I bet youâll do it before you go home for the summer if you tell her today.â
 âOkay, yeah.â Mingi nodded, feeling more sure of himself. âIâll tell her today.â
You had headphones in when you waited for Mingi after school, but you werenât listening to any music. There was already too much buzzing around in your head, and music would only overwhelm you even more.
 You chewed on your nailbeds and rehearsed your script in your head. Hey, I was way off base yesterday. That was weird and I shouldnât have put you on the spot like that. Letâs just pretend it never happened and enjoy the summer, okay?
 You saw his sneakers first. They were clean, exactly how they looked when he bought them four months ago.Â
 He was smiling when you looked up.
 âLetâs do it.â
 âWait⊠really?â You tilted your head to the side, trying not to stare at his lips.
 âYeah. You were right, it just makes sense for us to do it together.â His cheeks were pink.
 You slowly nodded, trying to convince yourself that it was a good idea again. âRight. Yeah⊠yeah, it makes sense.â You clapped your hands together. âWell! Itâs settled then! Is Yunho leaving town anytime soon?â
 âI donât⊠I donât think so?âÂ
 You stood up to begin your walk home, and Mingi followed suit.
 âWell,â you sighed. âMy roommates are probably home, but we should be fine if weâre quiet.â
 Mingi stumbled a bit as he walked. âWait, weâre doing this right now? Like, literally right now?â
 âNo!â you turned your head towards him as you spoke, but you didnât look him in the eye. âBut donât you think we should do other stuff first? And like⊠work up to the big thing?â
 âOther stuff?â
 âJust to warm us up. You know, so it wonât be as scary when weâŠâ You pictured Mingi naked and on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips parted in a moan. You cleared your throat. âYou know.â
 âO-okay,â he nodded. âOkay, yeah.â
 Mingi sat on your bed with his hands tucked underneath his thighs to hide how badly they were shaking. He looked around the room, jealous of your full-size bed. He and Yunho were in a shared room dorm, and his feet always hung off the end of his twin mattress.Â
 Meanwhile, you scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist. You hit shuffle on the first one that suited your taste and a familiar song tumbled out of your cheap Bluetooth speaker.
 âYouâve kissed someone before, right?â You put your phone on your desk and walked to your bed.
 âYes,â he nodded.Â
 You narrowed your eyes at him. âWho?â
 He squirmed, adjusting his hands under his thighs. âMy lab partner in ninth grade. She felt me up under the bleachers.â I was thinking about you the whole time, his internal monologue chimed in, the words never making it past his lips.
 âGross,â you laughed, sitting on your bed. âJust let me lead, okay? Try to mirror what I do.â
 You reached up to hold his jaw, and his entire body stiffened.
 âHey.â You waved your hand in front of his face. âDonât be nervous, Ming. Itâs just me. We donât have to do this if you donât want tââ
 âI want to!â He interrupted. âPlease. I really want to. Iâm just nervous.â
 You rested both your hands on his shoulders. âItâs just me,â you repeated. âThe same me that Iâve always been.â
 Yeah, he thought, thatâs the problem.
 âJust follow my lead.â You gave him an encouraging smile, which he weakly returned. âItâll be fun, okay?â
 Mingi nodded, closed his eyes, and held his breath. A few seconds later, he felt your lips against his, and they were even softer than he imagined. He was sure that his were chapped, and he regretted not wearing lip balm more often like his mom always told him to.
 âSee? That wasnât so bad, was it?â
 He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gave you a tiny shake of his head.
 âDo you want another one?â You smiled.Â
 âYes, please,â he whispered.
 You kissed him again, a little bit longer this time. Your lips naturally slotted with his, and butterflies filled his tummy when you rested your hand on his thigh.
 And then your lips parted. He wasnât sure what to do other than follow your lead like youâd told him to, so he let his lips part, as well.
 His breath caught in his throat when your hand slid down to his neck. He barely had time to recover before you slipped your tongue in his mouth, playful and teasing and light.Â
 âO-oh,â he breathed, a shiver running through his body.
 âHow was that?âÂ
 âGood. I liked⊠I liked the part when you used your tongue.â
 âShut up,â you laughed. âYou wanna⊠keep going?â
 âYes,â he nodded.
 And that was how Mingi had his first makeout session with his childhood best friend. He tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum, but it was hard to when your kisses progressively got more heated. Your tongue in his mouth was unlike anything heâd ever felt before, and he blushed at your giggle when he tried to mirror your movements.
 âSuch a fast learner, Ming.â
 âT-thanksâŠâ
 âYou know you can touch me, right? You donât have to sit on your hands.â
 He looked down, completely unaware that his hands were still tucked underneath his thighs. They were both numb now, and they tingled when he pulled them up. He flexed and relaxed them to get his blood flowing again.
 âIâve neverâŠâ he whispered, âIâm sorry. I donât- I donât know where to touch.â
 You gave him a smile laced with what might have been pity and took his big hand in yours, moving it to rest on your hip.
 âWhat about the other one?â He whispered, even quieter than before.
 And then you were lifting his other hand and placing it on your cheek. His breath caught in his throat again.
 Itâs strange to truly look at someone whose face has always been a constant in your life. You looked different, but also the same. People change, but they donât.Â
 Mingi was sure of one thing: your face was the most beautiful heâd ever seen. He liked it ten years ago, and he liked it now.
 He kissed you first the next time. And since heâd gotten a little more confident, he let his lips part and used his tongue first, too. He kept his hands where youâd placed them and you kept yours around his neck. You kissed and kissed and kissed, and for now, that was enough.
It didnât stay enough for long. You and Mingi practically ran to your dorm after school every day, barely taking time to breathe before attaching your mouths together once your door was shut. Your obsession with Mingiâs lips had only grown since you started spending most of your free time kissing them.
 His hands were nice, too. Theyâd gotten a little bit more curious since that day, sometimes giving your hip a gentle squeeze or moving up to your waist while he kissed you. Any noise youâd make would immediately be met with a âsorryâ â a constant reminder that no matter how attractive the boy you were making out with was, he was still just the same old Mingi.
 And the little reactions heâd make were precious. Heâd gasp when you touched his thighs, heâd hum when you stroked his neck, heâd whimper when you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth. The more you worked him up, the luckier you felt to have been the only person to have ever seen him like this.Â
 You wondered how that could be while you sucked his lips. Plenty of girls had crushed on Mingi over the years. You knew because theyâd always ask you if you were his girlfriend before they tried to confess to him. No matter how many times you told them you werenât, he never ended up dating any of them.
 You detached from his lips with a smack. âMingi?â
 âMm?â He blinked, eyes slightly glazed over and lips swollen from kisses.
 âWhy havenât you had a girlfriend before?â
 His eyes widened for a split second, and he tried to cover it up by blinking a few times. âUh⊠just never met the right person, I guess.â
 âBut girls have been throwing themselves at you for years⊠You didnât ever want to try anything with them?â
 âGuess I just wanted to wait for someone that I reallyâŠâ he swallowed. âTrust.â
 That made sense. The thought of doing all of these things with a stranger was horrifying, but you felt safe with Mingi. You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.
  âI trust you too, Ming. Wanna try something new?â
 âO-okay, yeah.â
 You tapped his shoulder twice. âLay down.â
 Like a puppy whoâd just been given a command, he lowered himself against your pillows, swinging his legs up so he was laying on the bed. You swung a leg over his hips to straddle them, and his eyes immediately widened.Â
 Youâd never really taken time to admire how pretty Mingi was. His chest, which was more toned than youâd realized, was swelling and deflating as he attempted to stabilize his breathing. His Adamâs apple dipped as he swallowed, and youâd be stupid to not notice the way his thick thighs tensed and relaxed underneath his black jeans.Â
 And then you leaned down, hovering over him to study his face. You ran your thumb over his sharp jaw as you took in his other features; The same darkness in his eyes that wasnât mysterious, but warm and inviting. The straight line of his nose, the pointed tip of it. The birthmark under his eye, the one on his cheek, the acne scars that dotted his cheeks like stars. Those fucking lips.
 Mingi was really fucking cute. Had he always been?
 You kissed him again, smiling when a little whimper escaped his lips.Â
 âCute,â you mumbled, unaware that the word had left your mouth until it was too late.
 Or maybe it was a good thing that you said it. Mingiâs response was enough to make you think that, at least. He moaned again, louder this time, as he pushed his hips forward against yours.Â
 Mingi always got hard during your makeout sessions, but you always pretended not to notice to spare him from any embarrassment. However, pretending not to notice was incredibly difficult with his bulge grinding against your heat.
 He moaned at the stimulation, but quickly interrupted himself. âOoh-sorry! Iâm so sorry, that wasnât on purpoââ
 You clapped a hand over his mouth. âI told you we have to be quiet.â
 He nodded, eyes wide as your hand stayed pressed to his mouth. You slid it down to rest on his chest when you whispered in his ear. âDonât be sorry. Thatâs what I wanted to try.â
 You pushed and pulled your hips against his erection again in one experimental thrust, grinning when his eyes screwed shut and his lips pressed together. You cupped his face to guide his lips to yours again.
 It was as uncoordinated as two virgins could be. Though your lips easily moved together from a week of practice, neither of your hips were skilled enough to set any sort of rhythm. You just desperately grabbed at each other, groping and humping and kissing like your lives depended on it.Â
 Soon, you could feel your soaking panties uncomfortably sticking to your core. The fabric gave you the tiniest bit of stimulation, dragging against your clit and ever-so-slightly teasing you. And the boy underneath you was driving you insane, with his messy kisses and his tiny groans.Â
 You didnât know what the end goal was, but you knew that it felt better when you grinded your hips faster, so thatâs what you did.Â
 âAh-â You silenced Mingiâs moan by pressing your mouth to his again, sighing as he hummed against your lips.
 And then he whimpered your name. Heâd said your name a thousand times before, but heâd never said it like this. Like it was a cry for help, a desperate plea for something. The sound fueled the fire of your desperation as you continued moving your hips, hoping to God that heâd say it again.
 And he did. You attached your lips to his neck and he whined your name once more, followed by a tiny breath of, âO-oh, godâŠâ
 His little sounds were getting better and better. Your name slipped past his lips between breathy whimpers and choked hums, and you kept licking and sucking his neck while you grinded your clothed, soaking pussy against his painfully hard, just as clothed dick.
 Finally, you took pity on the poor thing. His moans were getting increasingly desperate, and you could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep them quiet. You hovered your lips directly over his ear.
 âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
 âA-ah-mph!â He squeezed his eyes shut as he writhed on the bed, pressing his hand to his mouth to keep his pathetic noises in. His whole body was shaking when you sat up.
 A wet patch on the crotch of his jeans made the dark fabric even darker, and a horrified expression washed over his face as your eyes immediately landed on it. If he wouldâve looked between your legs, he wouldâve noticed that your shorts were just as soaked, but he didnât. He only saw your dumbfounded expression as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say. All that came out was, âD-did you justâŠ?â
 You just made a boy cum. From kissing. This had to have been the best day of your life.Â
 âIâm sorry,â he breathed, pushing you off of him. He immediately stood up, locating his jacket on your desk and holding it in front of his pants as he slid his bag over his shoulder. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry.â He looked down the whole time, never letting his eyes meet yours as he slipped his way out of your bedroom door.Â
 âMingi!â you called two seconds too late. âYouâre not going toââÂ
 You sighed, letting your voice get quiet. âHelp me?â
 He didnât come back, leaving you with soaking panties and an unsatiated pulsing between your legs that wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.Â
You texted him the next morning.
 Itâs not a big deal, Ming. Do you want to come over?
 He didnât respond. You went the whole weekend without hearing from him, and even when you waited for him at your usual spot on Monday, he didnât show. You sent him another text.Â
 Stop being stupid. I miss you.
 He didnât respond to that, either. By Tuesday, you were so anxious to see him that you waited outside his lecture hall after his morning class, scanning the crowd of faces for him. He wasnât difficult to find; his tall frame easily distinguished him from the rest of the crowd, even with his shoulders slouched. He made eye contact with you and immediately put his head down, walking faster.Â
 âMingi!â You yelled, weaving through the crowd to follow him.Â
 His pace quickened, his long legs carrying him out of the brick building and through the grassy common area, skillfully dodging flying frisbees and strategically-hung Enos.Â
 âMingi! ThisâŠâ you panted. âThis isnât fair! Your legs are longer than mine!â
 He flinched with each call of his name, but he didnât turn around. He didnât slow down. You picked up your pace to a jog, huffing as you tried to catch up to him. âMINGI! Stop fucking ignoring me!â
 After quickening your steps to a borderline sprint, you finally got close enough to grab the handle of his backpack, yanking him backwards and causing both of you to collapse on the lawn in the process.Â
 âOwâŠâ he whined, rubbing his butt and attempting to brush grass off of it.
 âYouâŠâ you breathed. âYou fucking suck. Why arenât you talking to me?â
 âW-What do you want me to say? What the hell am I supposed to say after humiliating myself like that?â
 âI told you it wasnât a big deal, stupid! I wanted to make you feel good!â
 His ears burned as he looked at you with wide eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and shock painting his face.Â
 âAnd you⊠you didnât even stay and help me. I was more turned on than Iâve ever been in my life, and you just got up and left! Right after I helped you finish! Who the fuck does that?â
 âIâŠâ he breathed, trying not to pass out. He made you more turned on than youâd ever been in your life? âI didnât think you wanted me toâŠâ
 âYou didnât think I wanted to feel good, too?â
 âNo!â he stammered, âNo, I just⊠I didnât think, I mean, I thought you would think I was gross.â
 You sighed, rubbing your temples. âMingi, the entire point of having sex is to feel good. I didnât think you were gross, I was jealous of you.â
 And see, that was where he fundamentally disagreed with you. As far as Mingi was concerned, the entire point of having sex was to be intimate with someone you love. Feeling good was just a bonus.Â
 He loved you so fucking much. Knowing that you didnât feel the same way about him made his chest physically ache, but he knew that you needed him, and that was more than he could have hoped for. If you didnât love him, at least you could love the way he made you feel.Â
 âIâll make it up to you next time,â he assured you. âI promise Iâm gonna make you feel good.â
 Your smile reappeared, and he felt like heâd been hit by a train.
 âYeah,â you laughed, punching his shoulder. âYou better. Wanna try that new boba place?â
The boba was mid, but it was nice to just be in Mingiâs presence again. He crumpled his straw wrapper as he told you about his weekend, how his momâs birthday was coming up, and how things were getting more serious between Yunho and his girlfriend.Â
 You liked the sound of his voice. You remembered when it used to crack all the time in middle school, but it had since balanced out into a smooth baritone, cascading your ears in warmth.Â
 âAre you listening to me?â
 âWhat? Yes.âÂ
 âNo, youâre not,â he scoffed. âYouâve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes.âÂ
 âYeah, because you have foam on them.â
 He immediately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears flushing a bright red as he mumbled a disingenuous âfuck you.â
 The foam was only a scapegoat. You both knew how much you loved his lips.Â
 âSpeaking of fuck youâŠâ You shifted in your metal chair. âWhen⊠when are we going to⊠you knowâŠâ
 âWhat?â
 âYou knowâŠâ You looked to the side, your eyes widening.Â
 His heartrate doubled. âOh. Um⊠I donât know. Was there⊠did you have a specific time in mind?â
 âSorry, didnât realize I needed to make an appointment,â you laughed. âI donât know. I just⊠I want to. Soon.â
 He remembered your words. Get it over with.Â
 âOkay,â he nodded. âWe can. Soon.â
 You picked up his hand that was resting on the table to play with his fingers, pinching them between your smaller ones while you chewed on a ball of sweet tapioca.Â
 He swallowed and watched you, his eyes glazing over. I love you, I love you, I love you.
 Your stomach dropped a bit when you met his starry eyes. You didnât know why.
Two days later and you had Mingi underneath you again, his hands gripping your waist while you sucked on those perfect lips.Â
 âGonna make you feel good this timeâŠâ he whispered, trying to catch his breath between your feverish kisses. âPromise.â
 You just rested your hand on the back of his neck and sighed.
 âCan I⊠Is it okay if I take your shirt off?â He asked, his face a deep shade of red.Â
 âYeah,â you breathed. âItâs okay.â
 But he didnât move, so you tugged on the hem of your shirt and lifted it off yourself. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your half-naked torso, covered by nothing but a slightly too tight purple bra that you got on clearance a few years ago.
 He shakily brushed a fingertip over the little bow in the center of it.
 Your face felt so hot you were sure water would boil if someone rested a pot on your cheek.
 âCan you⊠take your shirt off, too? This feels weird.â You covered your torso with your arms.
 âO-oh, yeah,â he nodded. âIâm sorry. Yeah.â
 You scooted back so that he could sit up, his trembling hands lifting his shirt over his head.
 His chest was flushed red. That was the first thing you noticed. And his belly was lean, but also soft and smooth, puffing and deflating with his shallow breath.Â
 You rested a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He just watched you.
 âWeâre not kids anymoreâŠâ you whispered. There was a sad tone to your words, almost as if you were grieving.
 âNo,â Mingi shook his head, his voice barely audible. âWeâre not.â
 It was a beautifully horrifying realization. The kid you used to make mud soup with was a man now, and he was touching you like youâd never been touched before.
 You kissed him then. To comfort him, to comfort yourself, to be closer to the person who already knew you better than anyone in the universe.
 You unclasped your bra and just let it loosely rest on top of your chest.
 âHey,â Mingi whispered, âJust me, remember?â
 Right. Just Mingi.Â
 You tossed your bra to the side, instinctively covering your boobs with your hands.
 âPleaseâŠâ Mingi placed his hands over yours. âI want to see you.â
 He sighed when you removed your hands, just as slowly.
 âPrettyâŠâ he mumbled. âIs it okay if I touch you?â
 You nodded and he ran his hands over the lines on your sides where your bra had been digging into your skin. You cursed yourself for not buying a new one before this. Maybe heâd like one of those silk push-up bras you always saw your friends wearing, or perhaps one of those flimsy lace bralettes that you saw in the windows at Victoriaâs Secret last week.
 âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, and the insecurity in your stomach almost vanished completely. Almost.Â
 He leaned forward, cupping one of your tits in his huge hand and gently kissing the other. You gasped when you felt his wet tongue drag across your nipple, and he looked up at you for reassurance while you laced your fingers through his hair.Â
 âDoes that feel good?â
 âYes,â you breathed. âY-yeah, that feels goodâŠ.â
 He gently latched his mouth to your nipple, sucking and then running his soft tongue over the flesh to soothe it. You didnât mean to, but you arched your back, and his free hand found a place in the dip of your waist.
 You subconsciously tugged on his hair as he sucked your other nipple. He worshipped your tits, kissing, sucking, and licking them while you quietly moaned, grinding against his erection. You wanted to let him continue all night, but soon, the pulsing between your thighs started to become unbearable.Â
 âMing⊠need you to fuck me,â you whispered. âPlease.â
 He pulled back a bit, his plump lips glossy and his adamâs apple dipping as he swallowed.
 âOkay.â
 He didnât move and you didnât, either. You just looked at each other, breathing heavy though youâd hardly done anything yet.
 â... Nobodyâs ever seen me naked before,â he said under his breath.
 You shook your head. âMe neither.â
 He kissed you again, but it was really just so that you wouldnât watch him while he took his pants off. And you werenât sure what you were doing, you werenât sure why, but once both of your pants were off, you reached a hand down and felt him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
 He took in a sharp inhale.Â
 âIâm sorry,â you said, âIs this okay?â
 And then you felt a large hand between your thighs, softly rubbing you through your panties.
 It felt so much different from when you did it to yourself. More pleasurable, sure, but also more vulnerable. More intense.
 Neither of you knew what to say. You felt how hard he was against your hand. He felt the little wet patch soaking through your panties. You both needed this desperately, and yet for a few moments, nobody moved.Â
 âY-you can take them off of me.â Your voice was barely above a whisper and it cracked in the middle, but you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.Â
 His hands shook when he slid them down your thighs. Before he could stare for too long, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down.Â
 You werenât sure if he was big or not. Youâd never seen a penis in real life before, only in porn, and he looked about the same size as what youâd seen in porn. Did that mean he was big?
 He looked down, and you realized you were staring. âSorry,â you stammered, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.Â
 âN-no, itâs okay. Is it⊠I mean, do you like it?â
 Your face broke into a smile. Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. âYes, itâs lovely, Ming. Stop stressing.â
 You reached for a condom on your nightstand, closely inspecting the foil packet for instructions.Â
 âI think I can do it,â he mumbled, gently taking the condom out of your hand.
 âYou know how to?â
 âI think so.â
 After a few minutes of him fumbling with the latex, his lips were on yours again and you could feel his dick resting on your thigh.Â
 âAre you ready?â He pulled back for a moment to look you in the eye.
 âM-mhm,â you nodded.
 He kissed your cheek and held his dick in his hand, aligning himself. A painful stretching sensation flooded your lower half as his thick tip poked at your entrance.Â
 He inhaled shakily. âC-can I⊠can I push it in now?â
 You nodded. âI⊠think so? Y-yeah⊠go aheadâŠâ
 He pushed his hips forward, and the sensation intensified when you felt his tip enter you with a pop. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything youâd ever felt before. A horrid stretch, almost like a burn, splitting you open in the worst way. Tears pricked into your eyes.
 âOW! Ow, ow, ow, stop, stop, stop!â You pushed his broad shoulders away, whimpering when he frantically pulled out. That hurt, too.
 âO-oh my god, are you okay? What did I- D-did I do something wrong?â
 You looked down at his dick, which was still fully hard. He was big, you supposed. Really big. With his cock resting on your stomach, it went all the way up to your belly button. You felt stupid for thinking you could take him without any prep.
 And you also felt embarrassed. This wasnât how your first time was supposed to go. This didnât happen in porn. You were supposed to be screaming his name, he was supposed to be groaning yours and pounding you into the mattress. You were supposed to be making him feel good, and he was supposed to be doing the same for you. A lump formed in your throat and you attempted to blink the tears out of your eyes, which probably just made them more teary.Â
 âNo,â you breathed. âI think⊠I donât think Iâm wet enough.â
 He frowned. âDid we not kiss for long enough?â
 âNo, no, we did.â Guilt crept into your chest. You knew this wasnât how he pictured his first time going, either.Â
 His frown intensified as a pained look washed over his face. âAre you not⊠is it because youâre not attracted to me?â
 âStop it, Mingi. Itâs not for any reason. You didnât do anything wrong. Letâs just⊠we can get lube from the store and try again tomorrow, okay? I can jerk you off to help you finish if you want.â
 His heart ached. He didnât want you to âhelp him finish.â He wanted to make love to you, soft and tender and slow. He wanted to hold your face and kiss your forehead and tell you how much you meant to him.
 But his dick was painfully hard, and there arenât many times that the love of your life offers to help you finish even though they donât feel the same way about you, so he said, âYes, please.â
 You wrapped your fingers around his erection, biting your cheek to stop yourself from crying. He bit his lip to do the same.
Mingi couldnât make eye contact with the cashier when he bought lube from the drug store the next day. His hands shook as he put his card into the reader, and they kept shaking while he entered his pin number. The machine dinged and he yanked his card out, snatching the plastic bag from the cashier before they had time to offer him a receipt. His face burned the entire walk to your dorm and didnât stop burning once he got there.
 His breath caught in his throat when you opened the door. âI got theâŠâ he held the plastic bag up. âI got the stuff.â
 You laughed and stepped back to let him inside. âYou make it sound like weâre about to do drugs.â
 Yeah, something like that.
 Mingi didnât say anything when you sat him on your bed and straddled his hips. He whimpered a little bit when you pressed your lips to his, and you assumed that it was just because he was horny.Â
 You held the side of his neck and worked your tongue against his, rolling your hips forward to grind against his growing bulge. He whimpered again, and you moved your face down to suck on his neck.Â
 âI think you need to finger me first,â you whispered in his ear.
 âW-what?â He blinked up at you for a moment, his eyes wide and starry before he shyly looked away. âIâve never⊠I mean⊠I donât know how to do that.â
 âIt canât be that hard, right? You just take your fingers and, like⊠put them in me.â
 âI think itâs a little more complicated than that.â
 âWell⊠Iâll just tell you what feels good, okay? I do it to myself all the time.â
 His eyes snapped up again as he imagined you touching yourself. Heâd thought about it before, late at night when he was jerking off, but hearing you say it out loud made him feel dizzy. Flames erupted across his cheeks again, and his body tensed.
 Your face burned with the realization of your confession. âStop picturing it.â
 âS-sorry.â
 âI just need your fingers first, okay? I canât⊠I canât take your dick without some prep first.â
 It was like you wanted him to cum in his pants again. He nodded and reached for the plastic bag, fishing out the lube and taking it out of its little purple box.Â
 âIâm sorry about yesterday, by the way.â His voice was quiet.
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. Thatâs why weâre doing this together, you know? Because we feel safe around each other.â
 He nodded.
 âBut for the recordâŠâ You lowered your head, still embarrassed about how yesterday went. âIâm sorry, too.â
 âThereâs nothing to be sorry about.â He smiled.
 You kissed him, and you were so glad that you were kissing him.Â
 âIâm really going to need you to walk me through this because I have absolutely no idea what Iâm doing.â His cheeks were a splotchy red.Â
 You laughed. âI promise it sounds scarier than it actually is.â You pulled your shirt over your head, embarrassed again when you realized you were wearing the same purple bra that you wore yesterday.
 âShit,â you breathed. âI meant to wear something nicer for you today. Sorry.â
 For me? Mingi thought. For me?Â
 But he said, âI like this one. Itâs cute.â And he touched the little bow again.
 âThanks.â You climbed off of his lap to take your shorts off. âLift your arms.â
 He obeyed, and you lifted his shirt over his head. It didnât need to be off yet, you supposed, but youâd been dreaming about Mingiâs lean abdomen all day and you didnât want to wait another second to have it under your fingertips again.Â
 You laid down on the bed and slid your panties off, but didnât spread your legs yet. You felt vulnerable again, especially considering that Mingi still had his pants on.Â
 âC-can youââ you started.
 âYeah,â Mingi nodded, already unbuttoning his pants. When they were off, he sat back down and gently brushed his fingertips over your thigh.Â
 âOkay,â he breathed. âTell me what to do.â
 âJust⊠just kiss me for a second.â The truth was, you werenât even really sure how to give him instructions, and you wanted to buy yourself some time. You usually just felt around until something felt good, and you werenât sure how to explain that to him.
 He kissed you. You decided that even if he was always too big for you, even if you couldnât ever take his full length, youâd probably be just as happy kissing him and jerking him off like you did last night.
 You felt his hand on your inner thigh and you liked the feeling.Â
 âOkay, soâŠâ you inhaled deeply. âJust start with one. And you can just kinda⊠feel around? Iâll tell you what feels good.â
 âOkay,â he nodded, taking a deep breath, too. âOkay.â
 He dripped some of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb in an attempt to warm it up. Your body tensed as you felt his finger slide between your folds, shaking slightly as he rubbed you up and down.
 He seemed to stop breathing for a moment. His eyes just raked over your body, all wide and starry while he clumsily touched you.Â
 âYouâre gorgeous,â he breathed. âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
 âM-Mingi, Ah-â You let out a tiny yelp when his fingertip brushed your clit.
 âDid I hurt you?â He immediately stopped, taking his fingers away.Â
 âN-no, that felt good⊠really goodâŠâ You nodded.Â
 He tried to find the spot again, clumsily drawing circles around it.
 âS-so good. Yeah, r-right there,â you sighed.
 His fingertip slipped a little too far to the left.Â
 âN-no, back where it was.â
 After a few seconds of âHere?â and âNo, here,â back and forth, he found the spot again and gently traced it.Â
 Your eyes rolled back and closed as your body twitched, trying to get used to the sensation of being touched by another person.Â
 Then his fingers slid further down, but it was intentional this time.Â
 Mingi looked you in the eye and didnât say anything as he gently circled his fingertip around your opening, coating it in lube and spreading your arousal at the same time.Â
 You didnât say anything, either. You couldnât if you tried. But he understood your tiny nod and the look of desperation in your eyes, so he gently pushed his finger inside.Â
 His long, thick finger went deeper than your own ever had, but it didnât hurt. âO-ohh,â you breathed, shivering.
 Mingi was at a loss for words. Your pussy was hugging his finger so tight and you felt so warm and the tiny noises that you were making were about to send him over the edge. âFuckâŠâ he sharply inhaled through his teeth, staring up at the ceiling for a minute so that he didnât cum untouched.
 âM-Mingi,â you breathed, âGo like this.â And then you held a finger up and curved it inward, and he immediately obeyed.
 Your back arched to a borderline uncomfortable degree as you let out a pathetic little noise, and Mingi seriously was on the edge of an orgasm already.
 âI-is that a sensitive spot?â
 âDo it again,â you commanded. âMingi, do that again.â
 He did, and then he did it a few more times, pumping his finger and setting a rhythm. You were probably being a little too squirmy, but you couldnât help it. Nothing had ever felt like this before.Â
 âFuck,â you breathed. âAdd another one.â
 Mingi meant to ask âAre you sure?â but his head was so fuzzy with arousal that he just obeyed, pushing his middle finger in next to his pointer finger.
 âS-shit,â you gasped, sitting up and holding his wrist. âHold on a secâ fuck.â
 âAre you okay?â
 âIt feels good,â you nodded. âJust forgot how thick these are.â
 He understood. He could almost feel you stretching out, and he suddenly felt horribly guilty for not offering to do this before he attempted to put his dick inside of you yesterday.
 âYouâre doing amazing,â he encouraged you, nodding slightly. âJ-just let me know when you want more, okay?â
 âC-can youâŠâ You blushed, too shy to complete your sentence.Â
 He knit his eyebrows at you, giving you an encouraging nod. He felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and he tried not to groan.
 âWhat do you need, baby?â He soothed, âJust tell me what you need and Iâll give it to you.â
 Your face burned. Mingi had never been more attractive to you, with his lips swollen and his cheeks flaming and his fingers deep inside of you. He was gently thrusting his fingers, massaging your g-spot, tracing your opening, and stretching you out all in a fluid motion.
 âC-can you play with my clit again while you do that?â You whispered.Â
 He nodded immediately, smiling and circling his thumb around your pebbled clit.Â
 âO-ohhâŠâ you moaned, burying your face in his neck. âOh my godâŠâ
 He swallowed roughly. âG-goodâŠâ He encouraged as he felt you slowly relax around his fingers.
 Your back arched, tiny little whimpers escaping you as Mingi made love to you with his hand.Â
 And he was barely holding it together. He could feel the tip of his dick sticking to his boxers, precum smearing against the fabric and providing his cockhead with the tiniest bit of friction every time he moved his hips.Â
 âDo you want one more? Or are you good with two?â His voice was hoarse.Â
 âI d-onâtââ You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you felt the tiny spark of an orgasm in your core. âD-donât think I can take a thirdâŠâ
 Mingi nodded, and then he kissed your forehead. He wanted to speak, but he was putting all of his effort into keeping up a steady rhythm with his hand and not coming in his pants while your tensed thigh rubbed his dick.Â
 And then it was silent for a few moments, except for the quiet squelching coming from between your legs every few seconds.Â
 âI think Iâm gonna cum.â You whispered, keeping your eyes closed. Focusing on that feeling, chasing it.
 Mingi swallowed, his breath catching. âMm.â He hummed. He couldnât think of anything else to say.Â
 Your breath caught in your throat, the rest of it escaping in a choked whimper. âF-fasterâŠâ You breathed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. âPlease.â
 He nodded, quickening his movements. You leaned up, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you got closer and closer.
 You were quieter than you thought youâd be. As your orgasm approached, you hardly made any noise at all, save for a few little gasps.Â
 Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your forehead to your loverâs, letting out one single moan as your orgasm clenched down on his fingers. It ran through your body in waves, your muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically.
 âMy godâŠâ Mingi groaned, continuing his movements. âG-Good job, baby.â
 You squeaked, gently pushing his hand away as you neared overstimulation. His brows furrowed as he worried that heâd hurt you, but you immediately eased his anxiety by holding the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his again.
 âFelt so goodâŠâ You mumbled through kisses. âT-think Iâm ready nowâŠâ
 His heart fluttered as he felt your hand between his legs, stroking his sensitive thighs. And then he looked at you in a way that a boy had never looked at you before, with big, dark, sparkling, pleading eyes. Like he needed you.
 So gently, like you were afraid heâd break, you slipped his dick out of his blue plaid boxers. He was so hard, so sticky and pulsing that you were sure he must have been in pain. âThank you for making me feel good,â you whispered. âI know it must have been hard to waitâŠâ
 He shook his head, closing his eyes. âDonât thank me.â He let out a tiny noise as you stroked him once. âI loved it,â he breathed. âI loved doing that for you.â
 You smiled, kissing him again. âTake these off,â you pleaded, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.Â
 Mingi pushed them down, kicking them off the bed at his feet. And then he was fully naked, hovering above you, also fully naked. It should have been scary, but youâd never felt more safe. You reached your arms behind him, stroking his back before sliding your hands down to teasingly squeeze his ass.
 He let out a choked noise and you laughed. âSorry, Iâve always wanted to do that. You have a really nice ass.â
 He shook his head, laughing and kissing you again.
 âYouâre really beautiful, Mingi.â You whispered, feeling another pang in your core as he groaned at the praise.Â
 He reached a hand up, squeezing your breast as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you. His heavy cock rested on your belly, clear precum sticking to your soft skin.Â
 You reached for the condom on the nightstand, carefully ripping it open. His eyes didnât leave your face as you gently rolled it onto him, your small hand wrapping around his girth. You slid his tip between your folds, then coated it in even more lube. You knew it might still hurt a little bit, but you felt much more prepared for it this time.Â
 âThe second it starts to hurt,â he whispered, his voice raspy. âYou tell me.â
 You nodded. The two of you looked into each otherâs eyes, and didnât look away when his tip was aligned with your entrance.Â
 But his eyes fluttered shut a bit when he slipped inside. He couldnât help it.
 Your gasp made him open his eyes again. âAre you okay?â
 âMmhââ You nodded, your voice high pitched and squeaky. He pushed forward, filling you, stretching you, making you his.
 âMingiâŠâ You whined, tears blurring your vision. âS-so bigâŠâ
 He kissed away the first tear that fell. âI know, Iâm sorry,â he whispered, âY-Youâre doing so well.â
 He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his length.Â
 âIs itâŠâ You looked up at him with teary eyes. âIs it all the way in yet?â
 âNot yet.â His eyes were full of empathy and adoration. âCan you take any more? Itâs okay if you canât.â
 You whimpered. âSâbig, Mingi.â
 âI know, baby, I know itâs big. Does it feel good? D-Does it hurt?â
 âIt feelsâŠâ you trailed off. âIt feels good but it hurts. I dunno if I can take any more.â
 âThatâs okay,â he nodded, kissing your forehead. âYou feel s-so good just like this.â
 âR-really?â
 âYes,â he nodded. âYou feel amazing. So⊠so fucking good.â He gritted his teeth as he spoke, shaking and sweating and forcing himself to not instinctively start fucking you hard and fast. âCan I move a little bit now?â
 âYes,â you nodded. âSlow, please.â
 He pulled back so that only the very end of his tip was dipped into your opening, then shakily pushed forward in a single stroke, a little over three quarters of the way inside.Â
 Tears stung his and your eyes. You felt better than anything heâd ever felt before, and the stretching sensation was starting to feel more pleasant than painful.Â
 âIâm soâŠâ he whimpered. âIâm so proud of you. Youâre taking me so well.â
 âMingiâŠâ you whined in response, clawing at his back. âF-feels good.â
 âYeah?â His eyes met yours. âIt feels good?â
 âMmm. I want⊠want you to fuck me. B-but slow, okay?â
 He visibly shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as his whole body became covered in goosebumps.Â
 âT-tell me if itâs too much.â
 He attempted to set a pace then, slowly pushing and pulling his hips to halfway-fuck you as gently as he possibly could. Little moans slipped from your lips in time with his thrusts.
 âUnghâŠâ he whimpered, âGod. F-feels so good. Youâre soâŠâ his eyebrows furrowed. âFuck, youâre so tight.â
 âMingiâŠâ You rested your hand on his cheek. âKiss.â
 He didnât need to be told twice. His perfectly full lips gently kissed yours, softly massaging his tongue into your mouth while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of you. You were embarrassed that you couldnât take his whole length yet, but you decided in that moment that this wouldnât be the last time you did this with him, and you had all the time in the world to train for the entirety of him.Â
 âFuckâŠâ he repeated, resting his forehead against yours. âIâm⊠Iâm close. Iâm sorry.â
 âYou are?â Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, a moan slipping from your lips when his thrusts got a bit faster.Â
 That was fast, you thought, but it was his first time, you supposed. You hoped he had good stamina, because you didnât want this night to be anywhere close to over.
 âI c-canâtâŠâ His hips were starting to shake a bit. âGod, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight.â
 âMingâŠâ you whispered, holding his face. âI wanna make you cum. Want you to cum for me.â
 âOh, fuckâŠâ he whimpered. âGod, f-fuck-â
 His voice cracked as his eyes squeezed shut, his belly tensing and his lips dropping open in a silent moan.Â
 And for a few seconds, time didnât exist. There was only him and you and your bodies, like this was how you were always meant to be. You felt his big hand on your waist and his thick length stretching you out, but you also felt that same comforting atmosphere that always followed him around. You saw his face, the one that you knew so well, contorted in pleasure, and you heard his familiar voice making unfamiliar noises. And there was no one in the world youâd rather do this with. There was no one else you wanted to kiss.Â
 âI love you.â
 He cried out as he came, curling in on himself and burying his face in your neck as he pulled out so just his tip was inside, pumping the condom full of his load.Â
 He pulled out and rested his cock on your belly, huffing in your neck as he caught his breath.Â
 You stroked his hair and swallowed, a lump forming in your throat.Â
 You said it. You told him out loud and youâd never be able to take it back.Â
 He just kept breathing down your neck, sweaty and shaking and wondering if he heard you right.Â
 âIâ I tried not toâŠâ you breathed. âI tried so hard not to fall in love with you. Youâre my best friend and you mean more to me than anyone else. But I justâŠâÂ
 You swallowed. There was really no going back now.Â
 âI see you smiling and it hits me like a steamroller. Like my chest is knocked in and I canât breathe. It feels⊠It feels like Iâm suffocating and I donât know how to stop it or make it go away.â Â
 You felt his large hand hold your jaw, and his lips were on yours.Â
 âPlease⊠be my girlfriend,â he mumbled, breathless between kisses.
 You pulled back to look in his eyes. âWhat?â
 âIâve been in love with you since we were kids. Please, please, please be my girlfriend.â
 Your face broke a little bit. âYou have?â
 He nodded, and then his face broke, too. âPlease say yes.â He held your face, looking deep into your eyes. âP-please, baby.â
 âObviously yes,â you smiled, tears so close to spilling from your eyes. âDummy.â
 âI love you,â he cried, kissing you again. âI love you so fucking much.â
 âMingi,â you breathed, for no reason other than to say his name.Â
 He kissed you and cried and you kissed him and cried, and he suddenly remembered what Yunho said. A nice way to show her I really care.Â
 He kissed down your neck, across your chest, on your nipples, over your belly, until his shoulders were between your thighs.
 âW-what are you doing?â You asked, looking down at him a little too innocently.
 âI donât really know,â he sighed, leaning forward and kissing your dewy pussy.
 âA-ah! Mingi!â Your legs instinctively closed around his head, and his big hands gently pried them open again.Â
 âItâs okayâŠâ he breathed, leaning forward again. âIâve got you, baby. Iâm not gonna hurt you.â He sweetly kissed your inner thigh before spreading you with his tongue.
 You whimpered and squirmed, grabbing a fistful of his soft dark hair.Â
 âYou sound so pretty,â he mumbled, kissing your clit, âAnd you taste so goodâŠâ
 His thick, plump lips worked with his velvet tongue to worship your pussy. And it was loud, the room filled with wet sounds and Mingiâs groans, along with the pathetic little moans you were letting out.Â
 You looked down at him. His ears and cheeks were dark red, his eyes closed, the sharp tip of his nose shiny and wet.Â
 âT-that feels really good, Mingââ You were interrupted by your own gasp as his tongue slipped into your entrance.Â
 âYouâre mine nowâŠâ His deep voice sounded gravelly and thick. âYouâre all fucking mineâŠâ
 âMingiâŠâ You whimpered, lacing your fingers through his hair as his lips sweetly sucked your clit. How did you learn how to do this? You wanted to ask.Â
 But he was moaning against you again before the thought could finish. âIâm gonna do this every fuckinâ dayâŠâ He blinked slowly, a string of drool connecting his lips and your pussy. He used his broad shoulders to push your legs open even wider, taking a deep breath before diving back in.Â
 This time, he slipped two fingers inside of you while he worked his tongue. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of you while he passionately used his fingers and tongue.Â
 âIâve dreamed of thisâŠâ He paused to kiss your inner thighs. âWanted this for so long⊠needed to know what you tasted like.â
 âMingiâŠâ You breathed, watching as his pink tongue drew circles around your clit. âI-Iâm gonna cum againâŠâ
 âYes,â he groaned, never coming up for air. âPlease, baby. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste all of it, please⊠wanna lick you clean.â
 Hearing those filthy words come from shy, sweet Mingiâs mouth made your stomach flutter. Your thighs clenched around his head as he gave you the most enthusiastic slurp of the night, the otherwise silent room filled with the sounds of his mouth devouring you.Â
 You moaned so loud when you came that there was no doubt in your mind that your roommates heard. Mingiâs groans of enthusiasm were hardly muted, either.Â
 Your thighs twitched, your body shook and your hips pressed against Mingiâs warm mouth as your orgasm consumed you, and youâd never felt more adored in your life.
 And then he didnât stop.Â
 âMingi!â You cried out, trying to squirm away from his tongue.Â
 But he looped his arm under one of your thighs, keeping you pried open. He used his other hand to spread your pussy, groaning as he licked it again.Â
 âMy girlâŠâ He mumbled, and he seemed to be drunk off the taste of you, talking to himself. âSuch a pretty fuckinâ pussyâŠâÂ
 Your eyes widened and you twitched as his tongue flicked inside of you again. Youâd never seen this side of Mingi before; youâd never seen anything close to this side of Mingi before⊠and you really, really didnât want it to stop. Butâ
 âIâm really sensitive, MingâŠâ
 That seemed to snap him out of his trance a bit. He looked up, moving his body up to sweetly kiss your lips again. âIâm sorry, baby. You j-justâŠâ He sighed, catching his breath. âYou taste so good.â
 You smiled. âI really like it when you call me baby.â
 He kissed your forehead then collapsed on the bed, laying next to you. You rolled onto your side, gently stroking his belly.Â
 âDo you feel good?â He asked softly, his full cheeks blushing. âWas that enough?â
 âEnough?â You laughed in disbelief. âIt was perfect.â You nodded. âPerfect.â
 âIâll always make sure youâre satisfied, okay?â Your boyfriend looked you in the eye, his brow slightly furrowed. âA-and Iâll always make sure youâre taken care of. Iâll make sure your belly is always full and your shoes never get dirty.â
 A kiss on his chin, your face in his neck. âItâs just me, Mingi. Just you and me.â
 âJust usâŠâ He mumbled, âJust like always.â
 You nodded and then sat in silence, touching and being touched. He stroked your thigh with his pinky, his eyes on your lips.Â
 âIn our own little world. Just the two of us.â
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DREAMSCAPE âïž M.LIST !
WELCOME to the DREAMSCAPE MINI ENHYPEN seriesâ a collection of seven unique fanfics that blur the lines between fantasy, crime, comedy, and romance. Each story dives deep into intricate plots, so if you were hoping for simple FLUFF or SMUT, you might want to look elsewhere. But if you're here for thrilling twists, complex characters, and captivating worlds, you've come to the right place! BUCKLE UP; it's going to be a wild ride!
WORD COUNT MIGHT RANGE FROM 10Kâ30K,
MINORS, please steer clear of the SMUT fanfics. However, don't worryâyouâre more than welcome to dive into the fluff stories! Theyâre just as captivating and enjoyable, offering all the heartwarming moments without the mature content. Enjoy responsibly!
IF YOUâRE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE FICS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE YOU'D LIKE TO BE TAGGED IN!
JUST REPLY WITH THE PREFERENCE, AND IâLL MAKE SURE TO KEEP YOU UPDATED. THANKS!
ïč đïž ïč ă ââââ SHE HAS LOST EVERY CASE, HOW COULD SHE WIN MINE?
EXCUSE ME !
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SUSPECT ! HEESEUNG Ă LAWYER ! AFAB READER
MATURE THEMES, LAW BASED & SMUT !
Heeseung is unexpectedly thrust into the center of a murder investigation, accused of killing an old school friend. The truth, however, runs deeper than it appears, leaving everyone questioning whether he's truly the suspect. Enter you, his defense lawyer, notorious for losing every case you take on. Against all odds, you're handed Heeseung's case, and letâs just sayâŠitâs a recipe for disaster for both of you. As you dig deeper, unraveling layers of deception, youâll have to confront your own doubts and insecurities. Will you be able to prove Heeseung's innocence, or will this case be another tally in your string of failures?
ïč đ§ ïč ă ââââ DID I REALLY DESERVE TO BE CAUGHT UP WITH SUCH A TROUBLE?
OOPS, WRONG ERA !
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TIME TRAVELLER ! JAY Ă STUDENT ! AFAB READER
20TH CENTURY AU, SLIGHTLY FUTURISTIC & FLUFF !
Jay was the epitome of a perfect studentâcharming, intelligent, and utterly dedicated. The only catch? He was a time traveler from the future, marooned in the 20th century and trying to blend in as a normal teenager. When you discovered his secret, you seized the opportunity. You blackmailed him into becoming your personal homework and assignment writer, using his advanced knowledge to help you ace your classes. Jayâs attempts to navigate high school life while fulfilling his unexpected new role provided endless amusement and challenges for both of you.
ïč âïž ïč ă ââââ WHY WOULD YOU SHOW UP WHEN I MOVED ON?
WINDS CHANGE âïž
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EX ! JAKE Ă EX ! AFAB READER
ANGST & SMUT !
It's been five years since you and Jake called it quits, each going your separate ways. Life seemed fineâuntil the dreaded wedding invitation arrives from an old friend. Reluctantly, you decide to attend, only to find Jake, your ex, waiting there like a storm on the horizon, ready to turn your calm into chaos. With unresolved feelings and past memories looming, the wedding becomes a battlefield of witty exchanges, accidental encounters, and a slow unraveling of what truly ended between you two. Are the winds of change blowing in favor of a second chance, or will they only serve to remind you why you broke up in the first place?
ïč đ ïč ă ââââ I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT, BUT I WANNA MAKE IT BETTER!
GET WELL SOON ă·ïž
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RACER ! SUNGHOON Ă ORPHAN ! AFAB READER
MENTIONS OF CRIME & ACCIDENT, OVERALL FLUFF & CRACK !
Youâve always considered yourself a good personâkind, forgiving, and patient. But Sunghoon tested every bit of that. One reckless, drunken drive was all it took for him to flip your life upside down, leaving you temporarily confined to a wheelchair. The inconvenience was more than just physical; it was a wound to your pride and independence. Sunghoon, however, refused to walk away from his mistake. Guilt-ridden and determined to make amends, he became a constant presence in your lifeâcovering your medical bills, offering you emotional support, and sticking around even when you wished he wouldnât.
ïč đŠ ïč ă ââââ CAN'T YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BY YOURSELF?
LIKE PINK !
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GUARDIAN ANGEL ! SUNOO Ă CLUMSY ! AFAB READER
FANTASY & PURE FLUFF !
Youâve always believed you were cursed with the "unlucky girl syndrome." From tripping on flat surfaces to losing your keys every other day, it seemed like misfortune followed you everywhere. But was it really a curse, or just bad luck? You never quite figured it out. When a guardian angel was sent from above, you hoped your luck would finally turn around. Instead, you got Sunooâa messy, clumsy, and utterly unhelpful angel who seemed more like a walking disaster than a divine helper. All you could think of was asking God for a refund, because with Sunoo around, your life was about to get a lot more chaotic⊠and maybe a little brighter, too.
ïč đ„ ïč ă ââââ I KNOW A TRICK TOO!
SIZZLES OF HIM áŻŸ
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CLASSMATE ! JUNGWON Ă AFAB ! READER
FANTASY ELEMENTS, MAGICAL AU & SMUT !
There was always something about your quiet, mysterious classmate Jungwon that piqued your curiosity. You couldn't quite put your finger on itâuntil the day you accidentally peeked into his room and saw him hovering mid-air, surrounded by sparks of electricity. It all made sense then; he wasn't just your average student. Little did he know, you were hiding a secret of your ownâone that mirrored his in more ways than one. Two forces of nature, each with powers as different as night and day, destined to collide. As they say, opposites attract, but in your case, they might just ignite.
ïč đ« ïč ă ââââ THIS MIGHT SOUND CRAZY BUT TRUST ME IT'S TRUE!
TIED UP IN YOU !
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PHONE GUY ! NIKI Ă STUDENT ! AFAB READER
CRACK (?), PURE FLUFF !
Niki was a good guy, no doubt about it. The only problem? He was your phone. How, exactly, did your phone transform into this strikingly handsome guy? It was baffling, frustrating, and, honestly, a bit overwhelming. Here you were, trying to navigate a world where your device had somehow become a charming, infuriatingly attractive human being. And to make matters worse, he was as stubborn and endearing as any person you'd ever met.
ïč đ ïč ă ââââ THANK YOU FOR READING!
Senaâs note: Iâm not sure when I'll finish these seven fics, but I hope itâs soon. Iâm unsure if anyone will be interested, but this was a preview of whatâs coming.
main masterlist.
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red thread || jake âhangmanâ seresin
summary:Â fate has a funny way of bringing people together, and itâs made no exception for you and hangman. youâve grown up together; there's not a day that goes by in which you aren't glued to each others' sides. as kids, you promised each other that if you were still single at 30 you'd get married. but when that day finally arrives, you wonder just how much things will change.
words: ~2.3k
warnings: nothing. unless youâre like me and commitment scares you, then yeah lmao. hangman is an absolute gentleman in this though :) biggest TW is my writing...sorry. idk what happened. some slight mentions of angst and injury but nothing graphic :)
a/n: mannn my writing has gone downhill idk how yall other talented writers do it. i wish i could write that well đbut, iâm proud of this...plotwise, at least! (my fics are doing so bad for some reason while everyone else seems to be blowing up??? idk) btw, the first part of this fic takes place two years before tgm
It was 1:30 a.m, and you couldnât fall asleep.Â
It seemed that Hangman had the same idea as you as he told you to meet him outside the Hard Deck in five. The coastal air and Jake Seresin was the perfect combination to help you unwind, so of course you said yes.Â
âThere she is,â he grinned as he offered a helping hand. âMy favorite fellow insomniac.â
âNightmares keep you up, Jake?â you teased. âWhatâs the matter this time?â
âSame as you. Donât feel like sleeping yet,â Hangman answered. âCan you believe it? Weâre awake, and Fanboy and Payback arenât.â
âNow thatâs a first,â you laughed. âThought Iâd never live to see that day, but here we are.â
âWeâre making history day by day.â
âYou knowâŠsometimes,â you breathed out as you rested your head on his shoulder, âI wonder what itâd be like if we never met.â
âDidnât you ask that same question fifteen years ago?â
âWe were much younger back then. Itâs different now.â
âWell, thenâŠI donât like to imagine it.â
Your brows furrowed. âWhy not?â
âItâd be weird. Youâve always been a big part of my life, so to think you almost couldâve not been in itâŠitâs weird. Uncomfortable, even.â
âYeah, it is weirdâŠâ your voice trailed off as you lingered on the thought. Youâve always done everything together. How different would your lives be now if you hadnât become friends; hadnât stayed in touch through college? âBut donât be sad, because I donât plan on leaving anytime soon.â
Hangman gave you a light punch in the arm. âIâm not complaining.â
âGood.â
âYou know, Y/NâŠthereâs one more thing.â
âUh oh.â
âHear me out,â he started. âRemember that deal we made when we were kids?â
âThe one about helping each other bury a body if needed, or getting married?â
âThe second oneâŠI thought the first was a given since the day we met. Thatâs something all friends are supposed to do for each other, right? Bury bodies, hide their trailsâŠall that good stuff.â
âWhat about the second one?â
âWeâre turning 30 soon,â he recounted. Any and all traces of cockiness were completely wiped off his face. âAnd we said that if weâre both still single by the time our 30th birthdays roll around, weâd get married.â
You smiled as you revisited the memory: wide-eyed and curious, and so blissfully unaware with the only worry in the world was whether youâd grow up together or not. âYou still remembered all that?â
âOf course I did. You still in, or what?â
âI guess soâŠI mean, what else do I have to lose?â
The two of you fall back into your comfortable silence, and he wraps you up into his arms.Â
TWO YEARS LATER
As usual, the base is busy and rather chaotic: day after day youâre busy filing reports and training. This causes you to become prone to forgetting the littler things in your life, so you assign Bob to keep track of them for you. He had the best memory of anyone you knewâthat man kept mental notes of everything.Â
âWhat do I have to do today, Floyd? Any eventsâŠâ
âUhhhâŠâ Bob thought for a moment as you took a long drink of water. âDinner with Phoenix. Do laundry. Donât get yelled at by Cyclone for the 19th time (Youâre only one point behind Bradshaw, heâs at 20). Grocery shopping. And most importantlyâŠyoursâ and Hangmanâs birthday.â
âOh, shit, I completely forgot,â you swore under your breath. âHow could I forgetâŠâ
âYou have some time, so donât worry. Five days.â
âOnly five days?â your eyes widened. âI have to run through four more simulations over the next two. I canât plan everything in the remaining three.â
âIf you pay Garcia in Doordash deliveries, heâll help out. You know he minored in art.â
âThatâsâŠactually not a bad idea.â
After you finish your final exercise that week, you pass out, but luckily, Hangmanâs right there to catch you so you donât get a concussion. Bless that manâhe always seemed to be around wherever you went and you were very grateful for it.Â
You were delirious and couldnât walk straight, so as much as you claimed you were okay, he wouldnât believe you.Â
âIâm taking you home because youâre in no condition to be wandering around by yourself. The birthday planning can wait. Youâve tired yourself out enough as it is and you donât want to make things worse.â So you let him help you get into his car, then drive you home and lead you inside. Then, he forced you to go upstairs to take a hot shower and relax while he cooked up dinner for you.Â
Though Hangman admired your determined spirit, it scared the hell out of him because you wouldnât know when to stop yourself.Â
âI got that from you though! Whoâs the one I spend the most time around?â youâd claim in response to that argument. You werenât wrongâit was a quality you picked up from him many years ago.
You woke up the next morning to the smell of French toast and jam, which lessens the tension in your shoulders right away. Amidst the early morning light drifting through the windows he stands out like a priceless work of art in a museum. You struggle to tear your eyes off him.Â
Rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, you rested your chin on his shoulder and exhaled. âHey.â
âMorning. You sleep okay? Howâs that headache of yours?â
âIâm alright.â You closed your eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of cinnamon sugar. âThis smells nice.â
If Hangman was tired, you couldnât tell. âWoke up at 6:30 to relearn the recipe for you. Itâs been a while, it took three burnt batches to get the hang of things.â
âYou woke up an hour early to cook for me?âÂ
âWhy else? Of course I did,â he stated matter-of-factly.Â
You sat down at the kitchen island together and ate your breakfast in silence. Something about this moment feels more domestic than all the others youâve shared in the past, and you canât help but smile. You wouldnât mind spending the rest of eternity like this...
âY/N, thereâs some honey on your chin.â
You blinked, trying to find it. âWhere?â
âHold on a sec.â Hangman took his napkin and rubbed gently at the corner of your lip to wipe it off. For a brief moment, you could feel his warm breath fanning across your face. You stayed as still as possible. âThere.â
If anyone looked in from the outside, it was another simple day in the life of a longtime couple. But for you and Jake, itâs always been like this. Showing up at each othersâ place wasnât unusual for either of you; if anything, it was quite normal.Â
â...Thanks.â
âYeah. You got any ideas in mind? For the big day.â
âWhatever you want is what I want.â
âFunny enough, thatâs what I was about to tell you,â he replied.âÂ
You locked eyes with each other and laughed. âWeâll figure it out. Iâm sure we will.â
Less than three days until everything as you knew it would change forever...if you were being honest, you were absolutely terrified. What if he changed his mind and left you in the dust, all alone? You werenât ready to face the cold truth.Â
Hangman offered a simple celebration: food and drinks at the Hard Deck with the crew, then some karaoke if you were up for it after. He starts it off by serenading you at the bar, reaching a hand out to you as he sang your favorite Billy Joel track. You let him lead you out to the dance floor and spin you around, and heâs equal parts addicting as he is entertaining.Â
Thirty candles, and you agree on blowing out fifteen eachâsomehow, by some miracle, you manage to do exactly that, and itâs perfect. Then Fanboy yells that he and Rooster want a rematch with you in Just DanceâŠso you go at it for two hours straight, until sweat is dripping down your face and your sweater grows hot.Â
Youâre burnt out, and he can see the look in your eyes as you step aside to let Phoenix play. âYou want to head out? Thereâs something I want to show you.â
You nod. âOkay.â
He gives Maverick a look, and the captain shoots him a subtle nod in return. He takes this as his signal to put his hand on the small of your back and lead you out the door.Â
You canât help but laugh a little as you get outside. âIs this Mavâs motorcycle?â
âNoâŠâ Hangman shifts from foot to foot, feigning cluelessness.Â
âDid you steal it?â
âOf course not.â
âItâs his, isnât it.â
âLook, he let me borrow it for the night. Itâs not stealing if he says itâs okayâŠbesides, he never noticed when I did steal from him last weekââ
âWhat did youâdo you even have a motorcycle license?â
âGot it a year ago. I thought, âmaybe Iâll take my best girl on a ride someday, so who knows if itâll come in handyâ. So here we are now.â
âThatâs very sweet.â
âAlright, now come on.â He swung his leg over the side and motioned for you to sit behind him. The cushion was not in fact, cushiony, and you found yourself growing colder by the second.
The bike burst forward without warning. You let out a small yelp and immediately wrapped your arms around Hangmanâs waistâwhich was ridiculously firmâŠhad he been working out more lately?âas you went speeding down the road.Â
âIf I die, Iâm gonna kill you and haunt you in your sleep,â you mumbled into the fabric of his jacket. âEven in death, Iâll stick to you always.â
âThat sounds both morbid and weirdly romantic.â
âShut up.â
Several minutes later you found yourselves by the cliffs, standing high over the ocean, and deja vu hits almost right away. After we go on this make up date, he had said, Iâm going to find that guy who messed you up and mess him up. Then weâre going to go home, Iâll let you wear any of my sweatshirts you want, and weâll watch true crime. One where someone like that jerk dies. Okay? Okay.
Youâre miles away from Top Gun, miles away from your jet and your uniform and everything youâve ever known, but youâve never felt more at home than now. Itâs in this moment in which you realize all you really need in the world is Jake, the sky above you, and the sea below you.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that heâs getting fidgety. He canât stop stuffing his hands in and out of his pockets or running them through his hairâheâs restless. The action takes you by surprise a bit.Â
âWhy are you all tensed up?â you questioned. âItâs just me and a nice sunset. Weâve done things like this many times.â
âBut itâs not just you and a sunset,â he explained. âIâm supposed to be asking you the most important question of our lives. Thatâs a big deal, sweetheart.â
Your heart spluttered to a stop. âAre youâŠâ
âLet me finish,â Jake cut in. âIf you could be quiet for a few minutesâŠthat would help. Iâm nervous.â
âJake Seresin, nervous?â you teased. âThatâs a first.â
He smiled and shook his head. âGive me a break.â
âOkay, okay. Iâll be niceâŠfor now.â
âI havenât slept at all in the past week. I went to eleven different jewelry stores around San Diego but nothing seemed to scream âY/Nâ. So, I decided to take a trip out of state.â He cleared his throat, and reached into his jacket pocket. You saw his hand shake as he did so. âOut of the country. That mini mission I went on while you were training? I was in Canada. Victoria, to be specific. Maverick and Rooster came along to help out.â
Now in his hand was a small velvet box, and inside was the most breathtaking ring youâd ever seen. âDiamond and ruby. They donât sell plain red strings for ringsâŠso I had them design this. The red thread of fateâŠthe one that brought you into my life. We were kids when we promised to spend our lives together, if circumstances permitted. And I know we mightâve been young, but Iâd be lying if I said I could imagine myself with someone that wasnât you. There was a part of me that wished you wouldnât find anyone before this day came along. Itâs you, Y/N. It always has been.
âIâm not going to get down on one knee. Iâm not going to give you a long, cheesy speech about divine power and soulmates. But Iâm going to tell you this: youâre my forever, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Itâs getting cold out so Iâll cut to the chase: what Iâm saying here is that Iâm asking you to marry me.â
The world fell silent as you replied with a shaky nod, holding out a trembling hand as Jake slid the golden band onto your ring finger. Neither of you made a sound, and you swore you felt time stop and the ground crack wide open beneath your feet.
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Part 7: In All My Victories
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11
Somebody said you got a new friend (But does she love you better than I can?)
(In which a writer in an EST timezone uses the PST timezone to announce that technically she's still meeting the deadline)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Fluff, Jealousy
Words: 6.5K
TW: Swearing, Toxic Relationships
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Listen it's past midnight here but it's only around 9 pm in California which is where most of this fic is set so TECHNICALLY I am still meeting my deadline. This chapter is kind of a filler (and I guess that's why I don't love it) because it was gonna be about ~3K longer with another scene but it was either a longer chapter or a Monday chapter and I feel like y'all would prefer a Monday chapter. I have not edited this yet because I simply just don't have the energy to so pretty please point out my errors as you read so I can use them when I edit some time tomorrow. There's probably other stuff I need to say but I'm feeling oddly delirious right now so I'll just end with the usual. Let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see next. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3
March 2033
Paige wakes up to a stream of sunlight tapping at her eyelids and someoneâs soft breath tickling against her nose. She can feel a tiny hand pressed against her chest -right above her heart- and the weight of another personâs fingers intertwined against her own. The room is silent with the exception of the clock ticking on the wall and the perfectly harmonized breathing of the other people in the room. Stephie and Azzi. And Paige is scared to open her eyes, scared to move even an inch, scared that if she does either of those things, her dreamlike reality will prove to be nothing but a hopeless mirage.Â
It had taken Paige a moment last night to really register what was happening around her. Dazedly, she had followed Azzi up the stairs into the guest room. Sheâd watched, albeit unhelpfully, as Azzi had searched out extra pillows, setting up the queen-sized bed so it could fit three people instead of itâs regular duo. It hadnât sunk in even as Paige had slowly gotten herself ready for bed, finding herself in one of Azziâs old oversized t-shirts suddenly overwhelmed with how much sheâd missed falling asleep embraced in the scent of the younger womanâs favorite lavender and eucalyptus deodorant. Even as sheâd made her way back from the bathroom and found Stephie beaming at her from where she was curled into Azziâs side on bed, Paige still felt like she was simply just watching everything from a facetime call, like she had been while back in Dallas. It wasnât until Stephieâs bedtime story was finished and the lights were turned off, when Azziâs hand finally captured hers underneath the comforter and squeezed gently, that it finally clicked for Paige.Â
Azzi had asked her to stay over.
Azzi had promised she wouldnât run away.Â
And as Paige finally lets eyes flutter open, blinking to adjust to the light, she breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of a promise kept.Â
Propping herself onto her elbow, she lets herself take in the view of the two people still sound asleep next to her. Paige isnât a morning person by any means -rarely is she the first person to wake up- but she thinks if this was what she could open her eyes to every time, getting up could become her favorite part of the day.Â
Itâs uncanny how similar Azzi and Stephie are while sleeping. The little girlâs grip on Paigeâs shirt is almost as strong as the tight hold her mother has on Paigeâs hand. Itâs like theyâre trying to reel Paige into their world and keep her there forever, like even if she let go, they wouldnât let her. Thereâs an air of contentedness on Azziâs face as she snuggles closer to her daughter and Stephie has a soft smile at being cocooned in the protection of her motherâs arms. And Paigeâs whole body aches a little bit because this bed theyâre on is definitely not made for three people, but itâs nothing in comparison to the way her heart feels like it might burst from this feeling of and maybe this is how i become whole again.Â
She presses a kiss against Stephieâs forehead and rubs her thumb against the back of Azziâs hand before carefully detaching herself from the duo and slipping out of bed. The whole house is still clearly asleep as Paige lethargically brushes and then begins to make her way down the stairs. Her eyes gloss over the pictures placed across the stairwell until they fixate on one that has her in it. Itâs an image taken after one of many water fights theyâd had at the Fudd household during a hot summer day. Life had been so simple back then when it was water and not bullets that they shot at each other.Â
Five drenched children are beaming at the camera. Jon and JosĂ© are posed in some ridiculous stance, their water guns pointed at the camera. Paige, par for the course, is flexing, a far too cocky smirk dancing on her lips because sheâd probably won the game (even if nobody else agreed). And then thereâs Drew and Azzi. Thereâs a familiar pang in Paigeâs chest as she brushes her fingers over her little brotherâs exuberant smile. Heâs latched onto the brunetteâs back, a blue water balloon in his hand, as Azzi uses one hand on his hip to keep Drew in place and uses her other one to hold a pink water balloon of her own. The Fudds -Azzi- had been as big of a constant in Drewâs life as they had been in Paigeâs and she wonders now, as she thinks back to her little brotherâs irritation with her joining the Valkyries, if heâd ever forgive her and Azzi for taking that away from him.Â
âOh hey good morning,â Tallulah says as Paige lets herself into the kitchen, blanching slightly at the sight of the other woman.Â
âGood morning,â Paige greets, pouring herself a glass of water as she takes a seat at the island, âguessing youâre making pancakes?â
Tallulah nods with a grin, âStephieâs orders you know.â
âAh of course,â Paige laughs, âcanât defy the queen.â
She watches as Tallulah prances around the hardwood floor, grabbing bowls and ingredients, like itâs her kitchen and Paige canât help the twinge of envy that blooms in her bloodstream. It used to be her. She used to know the Fuddâs kitchen -the whole house- like the back of her hand because really, like Katie always said, it was her home too. But she doesnât quite know this place, couldnât tell you where to find the sugar or where the utensils were kept and that stings more than sheâd expected. It spirals Paige into the thought that she wouldnât know any of those things at Azziâs own house either. And suddenly sheâs struck by the reminder that two people whoâd once promised to build a world together, had spent the last couple of years, building two separate ones instead.Â
âHey,â Tallulah breaks Paige out of her trance, âyou good.â
Paige musters up a smile, âyeah- yeah of course. Just- just thinking a lotta things I guess.â
âTheyâve all missed you, you know,â Tallulah says softly, âthey try not to do it too much around Azzi but itâs always âoh Paige wouldâve loved thisâ or âdid you catch that bucket Paige made last nightâ. And whenever the Wings were playing here, it was a no-brainer that they would go.â
âYeah?â tears prickle against the blondeâs waterline.Â
âYeah,â Tallulah confirms, âTim lowkey lost his mind before you got here last night. Poor man was running all over the place making sure things were good. Katie thought it was pretty hilarious.â
Paige lets out a watery laugh, âthat sounds like them-â
âMiss Buecks,â a tiny voice interrupts her before she can say anything and Paige whirls around to see a teary-eyed Stephie looking at her from the last step of the staircase, her bottom lip trembling and panic courses into Paigeâs bloodstream
âStephie,â she practically trips over herself as she rushes to fold the little girl into her arms, âsweetheart whatâs wrong?â
Stephie nestles herself into the blondeâs neck, mumbling something incoherent as she holds Paige impossibly tight.Â
âStephie,â Paige whispers frantically, concern dripping from her voice, âtell Miss Buecks whatâs wrong please. I canât fix it if you donât tell me sweetheart.â
âThought you left,â Stephie confesses finally, keeping her head burrowed against Paigeâs shoulder, âyou werenât next to me when I woke up. Got scared.â
âOh honey,â Paige whispers, as she gently coaxes the little girlâs head out from the crook of her neck so she can cup her face, âIâm right here. I wouldnât leave without saying goodbye.â
Stephieâs quiet for a second, hiccoughing to herself as she searches for something on Paigeâs face before she holds out a pinky, âpromise youâll never leave?âÂ
Paige hesitates, the words sitting heavy on the tip of her tongue. Itâs not that she doesnât want to but Paige has learned first-hand about the fragility of the future, about how true the clichĂ© about time changing in the blink of an eye can be. Because the truth is that itâs not just Azzi whoâs scared. Paige is terrified. Sheâd drowned in this ocean once before and as she tries to swim in it again, she canât quite find it in herself to shed her life-jacket by making an oath that she canât guarantee to protect from the dangerous tides of circumstance.
And so she hopes itâs enough for Stephie as she caresses the little girlâs cheeks and says, âI promise Iâll try to stay.â
âOkay,â Stephie says softly and Paige lets out a sigh of relief, âI trust you Miss Buecks.â
Paige smiles, giving the little girl a kiss on the cheek before hoisting her up onto her lap, âdid you wake your Mama up?â
âNo. Sheâs still snoring,â Stephie giggles.Â
Paige laughs, tucking that little tidbit away to tease Azzi with later, âhow about you and I go get your Mama her favorite coffee?â
âOh thatâs nice,â Tallulah chirps from where sheâs still standing in the kitchen, âgo get coffee of course. Why would anyone stay here and help me?â
âGo ask uncle JosĂ©,â Stephie shoots the younger woman an unamused look, âisnât that what husbands are for?â
Paige stifles a grin as Tallulah narrows her eyes, waving her whisk menacingly at Stephie, âheâs not my husband yet and you watch it missy or maybe I wonât let you be a flower girl at the wedding.â
âYour wedding would be boring without me,â Stephie scoffs, âbesides Aunty Tully, weâll get you a drink too. Uncle JosĂ© always says you drink vod-ka, too much of it app-ently, but I donât know what that is,â she turns to Paige whoâs gone bright red in attempt to stop herself from keeling over with laughter, âcan we get vod-ka for Aunty Tully?â
Paige tries her best to compose herself, âmaybe weâll just get her a latte and save the vodka for later huh Tulls?â
Tallulah glares at her, flipping her off when Stephieâs gaze shifts towards the door, âjust go get the coffee Bueckers.â
***
Not that she didnât know it before, but Paige quickly realizes just how similar Stephie is to her mother while theyâre standing in front of the bakery portion of the coffeeshop and itâs been ten minutes and Stephie still hasnât decided which sweet treat sheâd like.Â
 âStephie sweetheart,â Paige says, only slightly impatient, âhow about the double fudge brownie?â
âThat sounds good,â Stephie says excitedly and then her eyes dart towards the cinnamon bun in the corner, âor maybe the ninnamon bun- no wait- Aunty Tullyâs gonna put ninnamon in the pancakes so maybe something else. Ooooh maybe a cookie but which one?â
Paige groans to herself as Stephie busies herself looking at the assortment of freshly baked cookies. The old woman over the counter, wearing a name tag saying Ruthie, shares a commiserating smile with her.Â
âMy daughter was like that too at that age. Couldnât make a decision to save her life,â Ruthie says, a fond look in her eyes while talking about her child.Â
Paige smiles, âdid she ever grow out of it?â
âWell considering we went out to dinner last night and she couldnât pick between the pepperoni and the sausage, I donât think they really grow out of it,â Ruthie winks and Paige canât help but think about Azzi and the way sheâd struggled to pick out what to wear to bed last night, staring helplessly between two shirts that practically looked the same.Â
âOh I know that look,â Ruthie says, eyes twinkling at the hopeless smile on Paigeâs face, as she tilts her head towards Stephie, âyouâre thinking about her mother huh?â
âThat obvious?â Paige blushes.Â
Ruthie shrugs, âwhat is love if it canât be seen by everyone?â
Love. The word seeps into Paigeâs veins, traveling up her bloodstreams until it claws its way into her heart, settling against her ribcage like a rock so that when she breathes, itâs all she can feel. Itâs too soon, she knows, and it defeats the purpose of going slow except- itâs not soon at all. Because this isnât a new feeling, itâs a far too familiar old one that sheâd buried as deep within her as possible but is now yearning to get out. It had never gone away, simply lingered in the back of her mind just waiting for this moment. And if sheâs honest with herself, Paige doesnât know if she should fight against it or let herself ride the waves of the before that are desperate to crash against the shore of now.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie whines, âcome help me choose.â
Shooting Ruthie an apologetic look and ignoring the pit in her stomach at the elder womanâs words, Paige walks over and bends down to the little girlâs height, âhow about a chocolate chip cookie?â
âBoooooring,â Stephie crinkles her nose.Â
âPeanut butter?â
âIâm âlergic to nuts Miss Buecks,â Stephie says matter-of-factly and Paige pencils that important fact into her mindâs ever growing list of all about Stephie.
âSalted caramel crunch?âÂ
âThat sounds good,â Stephie nods, âyeah Iâll get that,â she says as she turns to Ruthie, âcould I get a salted car-mel crunch cookie please?â but Paige doesnât miss the wistful look she sends towards the rest of the cookies.Â
âStephie?â
âYes?â
âDo you want me to get you one of each?â
And sheâs absolutely going to get a disapproving glare from Azzi when she shows back up at the Fuddâs with almost a dozen cookies in hand but itâs worth it for the way Stephie immediately latches onto her thigh, a dazzling smile lighting up her whole face.Â
âYouâre best-est-est-est Miss Buecks,â Stephie squeals, staring up at Paige with delight.Â
âI know,â Paige smirks, âand you better protect me from your Mama when we get back.â
Stephie nods very seriously, âof course Miss Buecks. Iâll protect you with my life.â
Paige ruffles the younger girl's hair before turning to Ruthie whoâs grinning at her, âone of every flavor of cookie you have please. Except anything that has nuts.â
âComing right up,â Ruthie winks at Paige, âyour daughter has you wrapped around her little finger huh?â
And maybe Paige should at least attempt to correct the misconception but as Stephie clings to her just a little bit tighter, she canât find it in herself to say anything but, âyeah, yeah she does.â
***
âNext time you kidnap my daughter, can you at least send me a text?â Azzi says, a grin on her lips as she opens the door to let Paige and Stephie enter back into the Fudd household.Â
âGood morning Mama,â Stephie says happily, launching herself into her motherâs arms and placing a sloppy kiss against her cheek.Â
âMorning sunshine,â Azzi laughs, âyou seem giddy this morning.â
âMiss Buecks bought me six-teen cookies and she let me eat two of them while we were dri-â Stephie pauses mid ramble, eyes widening as she dramatically slaps a hand over her mouth.Â
Paige groans as a glare overtakes Azziâs previously smiling features, âSteph what happened to protecting me?â
âIt was an aksy-dent Miss Buecks Iâm sorry,â Stephie whimpers, hurriedly cupping her motherâs face, âplease donât be angry at Miss Buecks, Mama. It was my idea.â
Azzi rolls her eyes, âI bet it was. But if you already had two cookies, you must be full? I guess that means no pancakes for you-â
âMiss Buecks forced me to eat the cookies,â Stephie cuts her off and Paige gasps at the betrayal, ânot full at all Mama because you canât get full unless you like what you eat and I didnât like those cookies at all. So I neeeeeeed pancakes.â
âTraitor,â Paige hisses at the little girl who shrugs sheepishly.Â
Stephie shoots her an apologetic smile as Azzi hides a grin against her daughterâs hair, âIâm sorry Miss Buecks but I really, really want pancakes. Iâll die if I donât get pancakes.â
âOkay drama queen,â Azzi chides fondly as she puts Stephie back on the ground, âgo get your pancakes,â and then she rounds onto Paige with a patented glare.Â
âI got you an iced vanilla latte with extra whipped cream,â Paige says before the younger woman can say anything, practically shoving the cold drink into her hand.Â
âSixteen cookies? Paige seriously?â Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she sips at her coffee.Â
âYou didnât see her Az,â Paige defends, âshe looked so sad when she couldnât decide.â
âJust because she looks sad doesnât mean you buy her every single cookie to make her happy,â Azzi shakes her head exasperatedly.Â
âIâd buy her the whole shop if thatâs what would make her happy,â Paige says, sincerity weaved throughout every word of the sentence.Â
âYou would, wouldnât you?â Azzi says softly, a hint of awe in her voice, âyouâre kind of a sap Paige Bueckers.â
âOnly for you and your daughter Azzi Fudd,â Paige whispers, leaning her head against the younger womanâs temple, âonly for the two of you.â
They stand there like that, barely touching beyond their foreheads, yet basking in a certain kind of intimacy that theyâve only ever found with each other. The thing is, Paigeâs senses are always heightened, every part of her always alert of whatâs going around her. Except when sheâs with Azzi. When sheâs with Azzi she can let the noise fade to the background and let everything else become a blur and simply just be with Azzi. When sheâs with Azzi, she doesnât have to worry; doesnât have to have her sword out ready for battle because she knows the younger girl will always be her shield. When sheâs with Azzi, Paige is safe.Â
Theyâre shaken from their reverie by a cough in the background and Paige reluctantly looks over her shoulder to see Jana regarding them with an amused look.Â
âGuess I missed a couple of chapters?âÂ
âShut up,â Paige grinds out, annoyed as Azzi moves out of her space, âwhat are you doing here so early El-Alfy?â
âIâm here for breakfast because Iâm basically an honorary Fudd,â Jana throws her head back before yelling, âRIGHT KATIE?â
âRight Jana,â comes the muffled confirmation from the kitchen as Jana smirks at Paige.Â
âThe better question Bueckers,â the Egyptian prods with a smirk, âis what are you doing here so early?â
âI slept ov-â Paige bites her tongue but itâs too late as Janaâs grin gets wider and next to her, Azzi lets her head drop into her hands.Â
âYou slept over? In which room?â Jana asks innocently.Â
And of course Stephie chooses exactly that moment to catch wind of the conversation, yelling from the kitchen, âshe slept with me and Mama, Aunty J.â
âThank you for telling me Stephie,â Janaâs eyes twinkle with mirth as she pulls out her phone, âoh Iâm about to make some money- hey!â
Azzi snatches the phone out of her younger teammateâs hand, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she starts walking towards the kitchen, âno phones at breakfast thank you!â
âThatâs not fair,â Jana whines sauntering after the GSV shooting guard, Paige snickering as she follows the two of them into the kitchen.Â
âLifeâs not fair. Deal with it,â Azzi glares before slipping Janaâs phone into her own pocket, âyou can have it back before you leave.â
âYâall are so mean,â Jana sulks, pouting harder when she reaches out to grab a pancake and immediately has her hand whacked by Tim.
âThat oneâs for Paige,â the older man warns sternly and Paige sticks her tongue out at her teammate as she grabs the pancake onto her place.Â
âWHAT?â Jana guffaws, âwhatâs so special about it?â
Tim shrugs, âabsolutely nothing. Just thought it would be funny to see you annoyed.â
âYâall are the worst adoptive family a player could have you know that?â Jana scolds, pressing her fists to her cheeks like sheâs barely older than Stephie, âand to think I was gonna invite the two of you,â she glares at Paige and Azzi, âto a party.â
âParty? Can I come?â Stephie asks excitedly.Â
âUnfortunately this oneâs just for adults kiddo. And itâs not really a party,â Jana explains, âme and Joyce thought it would be nice to do a little team-bonding, especially for you P. Drinks at the bar next weekend?â
âSounds good,â Paige confirms, âweâll be there!â
âOh itâs âweâ now is it?â Jana teases, âyou guys gonna come together?â
âNo,â Azzi says at the same time as a profound âyesâ leaves Paigeâs mouth. The two of them stare at each other with questioning looks and Paige feels a heavy pit settling in her stomach. Rationally, she knows Azziâs probably right. No part of going slow includes going to a party with their teammates together, especially not when theyâre trying to keep whatever it is theyâre doing on the down low. But thereâs something about being a secret again, that raises a bitter taste of what killed us then could kill us now in her mouth.Â
âAwkward,â Jon whistles slowly, only to be met with a simultaneous slap on the back of his head from both his mother and Tallulah.Â
âI mean- I would have to drop Stephie off here- or umm- at Colleen's so like- logically- practically- uh- it um- it wouldnât make sense for us to go together,â Azzi says and Paige has to refrain herself from calling it a bullshit explanation.Â
Instead she gives the younger girl a tight-lipped nod, âright yeah-wouldnât make sense for us to go together. Obviously,â gritting her teeth and desperate to change the topic, she turns to Jana, âwill the whole team be there?â
âA couple of them arenât currently in the Bay but yeah most of them,â Jana shrugs.Â
âOh,â Stephie claps excitedly, âwill Aunty ChĂ©rie be there? Is she back yet?â
Paige narrows her eyes as both Jana and Azzi exchange looks, âwhoâs Aunty ChĂ©rie?â
âAunty ChĂ©rieâs the best,â Stephie gushes, âsheâs really nice and pretty and she calls me âmon chĂ©rieâ,â the little girl does her best attempt at a vaguely french accent and realization starts to claw at Paigeâs mind, âso I call her Aunty ChĂ©rie. Sheâs Mamaâs best friend on the team.â
Paige tries and fails not to grimace at the sentence; the idea of anyone else being Azziâs best friend feels like nails being screwed into her skin.Â
âIâm your Mamaâs best friend on the team,â Jana butts in, trying to rescue Azzi from the hole her daughterâs about to dig her into, glancing worriedly between the two former huskies who are doing their best not to look at each other.Â
âIf you say so Aunty J,â Stephie concedes, âbut you didnât answer my question. Is Aunty ChĂ©rie back?â
âYeah she- um ClĂ©mence I mean- is coming back for a little bit next week so um-â Jana swallows, clearly not having thought the uncomfortableness of the situation through, âyeah sheâll uh- sheâll probably be there.â
Stephie lets out a whoop of excitement and Paige feels it burn a hole in her stomach. She knows she has no right to be upset at the idea of Stephie being as enamored by another one of Azziâs teammates but something about it makes her feel queasy inside. Because ClĂ©mence Martens isnât just a teammate. Paige doesnât know the exact history there; sheâd never had the right to ask about it but sheâs seen the way ClĂ©mence looks at Azzi and she knows she doesnât like it one bit.
âI thought ClĂ©mence was being traded to Atlanta?â Paige keeps her voice low as she leans into Jana. Sheâs not sure if Stephie knows the news yet and despite the jealousy thatâs blooming in every crevice of her body, she doesnât want to hurt the little girl by accidentally announcing it to her, âwhyâs she coming?â
Jana sighs, âJoyce invited her cause she was gonna be in town. You know they donât know about-â the taller woman gestures between Paige and Azzi, â-all of this so. Itâs just for one night Paige.â
âRight,â Paige nods, eyes locking with Azziâs across the table as the younger woman fidgets with the âSâ necklace around her neck and shoots Paige a timid attempt at a reassuring smile, âjust one night.â
***
August 2028
USA 68 Â Â Â Â France 64
The entire arena is abuzz for the final 20 seconds of a grueling semi-final match between the storied USA Womenâs Basketball team trying to keep their dynasty alive and a vindictive French team eager to avenge their last heartbreaking Olympic loss. France has possession of the ball, shot clock turned off, and Paige has been tasked with guarding ClĂ©mence Martens. The woman in front of her, a bench player for the Golden State Valkyries, had never seemed like much of a threat to Paige when theyâd met during the W season, but seemed to have become a whole other beast when representing her nation. ClĂ©mence is currently leading the French team in assists and is only behind Gabby William in points. Paige keeps herself glued to the woman as she tries to get herself free for the inbound.Â
The inbounder realizes after a couple of seconds that the French coachâs advice to get ClĂ©mence the ball wouldnât be possible and instead the ball ends up in the hands of Iliana Rupert instead. As gameplay resumes, Paige does exactly as sheâs supposed to and she can tell that sheâs getting under the French womanâs skin as ClĂ©mence curses to herself in her native language. Paige bites back a smirk, secretly pleased at having riled her competitor up. The ball continues to pass around the French players, time ticking away, but the USAâs defense doesnât allow a good shot until Gabby throws up a miraculous jumper with a second left on the shot clock.Â
And of course, in a way thatâs perhaps too reminiscent of how France had lost in 2024, it goes in.Â
But itâs not enough and Paige feels blood rush to her ears as the entire arena, decked out in red white and blue, roars with triumph, celebrating the world's greatest team returning back to the finals stage. Thereâs still one more game but this win is special. Theyâd been down by 11 points at the half and Paige could almost picture the headlines ready to write themselves about the streaks that could be broken if they lost. But she was no stranger to the pressure that came from playing for a team with a deep history and it had been her and Stewie, partially motivated by their former college head coach frowning at them from the sidelines, that had spear-headed a 23-3 run at the beginning of the 3rd quarter. The USA womenâs team hadnât looked back since and now they were one more step away being golden again.Â
âYou did it,â Olivia screams, running into Paigeâs arms as friends and family start to gather on the court, âIâm so proud of you!â
âThanks Olivia-â Paige is about to say more when the familiar back of someoneâs head catches her attention and, like they always seem to when sheâs around, all the words die on the tip of her tongue.Â
Azzi.Â
Paige couldâve sworn sheâd seen the woman in the crowd at some point but sheâd chalked it up to a trick of the light manipulating her eyes into seeing what her heart desperately wanted. But as she watches the woman sheâd once imagined celebrating all of her victories with, slowly brush away the tears of someone elseâs loss, Paige canât help but wish that it had been a trick of the light after all. She feels suffocated and she canât tell if itâs from how tight Oliviaâs holding her or if itâs because ClĂ©mence is burying her head into the space between Azziâs neck and shoulder, a space that Paige used to mark as hers. And then Azzi looks above ClĂ©menceâs shoulder. Dark brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears as they lock onto watery sky blue ones. Theyâre standing in other peopleâs arms and they really should look away but how can they when looking into each otherâs eyes feels a little bit like finally coming up for air. And Paige realizes that what sheâs really being suffocated by is the regret of youâre supposed to be holding me and iâm supposed to be holding you; it was meant to be us.Â
Azzi lets go of ClĂ©mence first, soothingly rubbing the francophoneâs back as she makes her way over to congratulate the USA team, starting with Cam and Aliyah. Paige pulls away from Olivia, oblivious to the way annoyance flits across her wifeâs features as she catches sight of Azzi. No one but the blonde notices how hesitant Azziâs steps are, how she carefully pauses a little longer than necessary with everyone else until she finally reaches Paige, managing to give her a small but sincere smile. Olivia wraps a possessive hand around Paigeâs bicep and the blonde fights the urge to shake it off when she notices Azziâs eyes flickering to it for a brief second before coming back up to her face.Â
âCongratulations Paige,â the formality in Azziâs voice feels like acid pelting against Paigeâs skin, âyou were really good tonight.â
âThank you,â Paige smiles politely, âit was pretty stressful there for a second but Iâm glad we got the dub. But it um-â she hesitates, unsure if she should say the next part, âit wouldâve been nice if you were out there with me- with us I mean. We couldâve used your shooting.â
âMaybe next time,â Azzi gives her a half-grin.Â
âOh I donât know about that,â Olivia says airily, sharp nails digging a little too roughly into Paigeâs skin as her grip tightens further, âthereâs plenty of talent up and coming in the next 4 years.â
This is a side of Olivia that Paige is only just beginning to unveil, the side of Olivia that makes snide bitchy comments with a saccharine voice. And Paige really should let it go at this moment, make a mental note to speak with her wife about it later instead of jumping in. But she can see the insecurities brimming in Azziâs eyes and the words tumble out before Paige can stop them.Â
âYeah but no one better than Azzi.â
Olivia stiffens, âright unless sheâs injured or pregnant or something. Youâre prone to those right?â
âOlivia,â Paige hisses.Â
âI didnât mean it offensively,â Olivia feigns innocence and a bitter mix of irritation and anger coils itself around Paigeâs ribcage, âjust something to think about.â
Azziâs quiet for a second before a sugary smile, laced with poison, inches itself onto her face, âIâve only been pregnant once and I havenât been injured since college which I would expect someone in sports media to know but,â the brunetteâs eyes flash dangerously, âI suppose thatâs something someone with national media credentials would know, not just a mere local beat writer for Dallasâs fifth most read newspaper,â Azzi turns to Paige, sarcasm morphing into something far more genuine, âcongratulations again. Iâm really happy for you Paige.â
***
The Reynolds-Bueckers hotel room is a pathetic hot mess that night. Oliviaâs livid at Paige and Paige is livid at the stupid #ClĂ©zzi tag on tiktok. Sheâs no stranger to fan edits and sheâs definitely no stranger to ship edits and so when the first tiktok appears on her for you page, she knows better than to click on it. She knows better but she does it anyway. And suddenly she finds herself sucked into montage after montage of so-called moments between ClĂ©mence and Azzi that fans had noticed and documented. The clips are bad enough themselves but itâs the captions, bold declarations of look at the way she looks at her; no one can love azzi the way clĂ©mence loves her, that really piss her off. ClĂ©mence might look at Azzi like sheâs made of stars but Paige knows that she looks at Azzi like she is the moon, Paigeâs moon. As Oliviaâs anger bounces off the walls, her rant about disrespect starts to mesh with the audio of the edits that continue to play on the blondeâs phone and Paige wonders if this her God-designed personal hell.Â
âAre you even fucking listening to me Paige?â Olivia yells, forcing Paige to look up at her wife.Â
âWhat do you want me to say Olivia?â Paige asks tiredly.Â
âWhat do I want you to say? Well nothing now Paige. She said all of that shit to me and you were silent then so Iâm not expecting you to say anything of meaning now either.â
âYouâre the one who poked her first-â
âJesus fucking christ,â Olivia laughs maniacally, âyouâre really gonna do this?â
âIâm not doing anything,â Paige protests.Â
âYouâre defending her,â Olivia yells, âyouâre my wife and youâre defending her. Youâre defending your ex. Can you seriously not see whatâs wrong with this picture.â
âOlivia,â Paige sighs, eyes gazing down at her phone where another fuckass ClĂ©zzi edit has started to play and she rapidly scrolls past it, âitâs been a long day and I just wanna go to bed. I have practice tomorrow and the gold medal game-â
âRight fucking basketball. Again,â Olivia rolls her eyes.Â
âWhat-â
âItâs fine,â Olivia pinches the bridge of her nose, the fight draining from her voice, âyouâre right go to bed. Iâm not- Iâm not feeling great so Iâll sleep out here tonight. Wouldnât- wouldnât want you to get sick before the gold medal game.â
âOlivia,â Paige says half-heartedly, taking a timid step towards the woman in front of her.
âItâs fine,â Olivia says, âjust- just go to bed Paige.â
Paige knows that the last thing she should do is actually listen to her wife. And she knows that if it was Azzi -she hates herself for even thinking this way- she wouldnât walk away. If it was Azzi, Paige wouldâve pulled her into her arms, held her there and made her talk because they both hated going to bed angry. But well if it was Azzi, this whole situation wouldnât exist in the first place.Â
And so she ends up in bed alone, still scrolling through random tiktoks in an effort to not have to deal with all the voices in her head, until suddenly she stumbles on a video captioned and at the end of the day sheâll still always be looking at her. Itâs a video taken today. Paige is holding Olivia and Azziâs holding ClĂ©mence but theyâre staring at each other. And Paige thinks that whoever wrote the caption, had probably gotten it right. At the end of day, sheâll always look for Azzi. She just doesnât know if sheâll find her ever again.Â
***
USA 102 Â Â Â Â Australia 73Â
Paige can already taste the feeling of a gold medal around her neck as she takes a seat, the crowd roaring with applause as Coach Lawson empties her bench. Thereâs only fifteen seconds left in the game and her knees are bouncing in anticipation, ready to celebrate a moment sheâs been dreaming of for god knows how long. Paige scans the crowd, not even pretending to look for anyone but Azzi and she canât help the smile that erupts on her face when she spots the brunette with her fingers crossed, a brilliant grin directed in Paigeâs direction as she mouths iâm so proud of you.Â
Olivia isnât here, claiming she was too sick to come tonight. Paige thinks she probably should be more upset about that. She thinks the whole thing is probably a ruse that Olivia had concocted to get Paige to beg her to come, to get Paige to show her that she wanted her wife there. The other woman's face had fallen when Paige hadnât really reacted to the announcement, simply pressed her lips to her forehead and mumbled a feeble hope you feel better before leaving. Paige thinks this is probably the first sign they're falling apart. She thinks she should probably care about that a little bit more too.Â
But the first thing her eyes had landed on once sheâd entered the court, was Azziâs face in the lower bowl and everything else had ceased to exist. Her first petty thought had been a ha! fuck you to the damned ClĂ©zzi shippers who claimed Azzi wouldnât show up today, too busy consoling ClĂ©mence. They didn't know Azzi was all-american. Her second thought, the one that felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around her soul, was that of course Azziâs here. Because Azzi had been there every time Paige achieved a milestone and even if they were barely a shadow of what they used to be, it's only right that Azzi is still here.Â
Australia doesnât even bother taking a shot, bowing out gracefully and the buzzer rings.Â
The entire arena bursts into confetti and music as the USA Womenâs Basketball Team clinches yet another Olympic Gold Medal.Â
Paige doesnât know who sheâs hugging, lost in a sea of red uniforms as she feels herself floating through her teammates. They end up in a huddle, screaming and she can barely make out whoâs saying what but it doesnât matter. The chaos has never felt so fucking cathartic.
As everyone else disperses to find their families, Paigeâs eyes land where they always seem to: on Azzi. And maybe she shouldnât do it, maybe she should think again but fuck it Paige Bueckers is an olympic gold medalist and sheâs going to share this moment with the first person sheâd ever won a medal for this country with. Her legs move of their own accord, walking and then running and she breathes out a sigh of relief when she realizes that Azziâs moving towards her too.Â
âYou did it. Oh my god Paige you did it,â Azzi squeals as they crash into each other in the middle of the court, her arms instinctively going around Paigeâs neck as the blonds wraps her hands around Azziâs waist, âIâm so fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it Paige.â
âIâm so glad youâre here,â Paige breathes out, âI just- it wouldnât be the same winning without you.â
Azziâs eyes soften, âI came for you. I donât know if Iâm allowed to say that but- Iâm here for you.â
âGood don't want you to be here for anybody else,â Paige tightens her hold on the younger womanâs waist, âweâre gonna do it together next time okay. You and me, weâre gonna be golden together.â
And they both know that theyâre saying words they shouldnât say. That when they break apart from this moment, theyâll have to walk away. But for now, being in each otherâs arms is the only thing that feels right, that feels golden.
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How to Choose a Valentine đ
PAIRING: idol!Jungkook x You (You can also read it on AO3)
SUMMARY: Who knew the best company for Valentine's Day would be a lovely Doberman? And who knew he'd get you a Valentine? Well, sort of.
WORD COUNT: 4.3k
GENRE: fluff and light angst
RATING: Teen (for cussing and drinking)
WARNINGS: drinking, kissing and making out while drunk (consensual), hangover, lapses of memory, misunderstandings, JK handles everything well, Bam is the center of this story, the cutest baby, and maybe a cupid, should fill your đ with fluff but wdik
A.N. I wasn't even supposed to write this. This is what happens when I wake up at 4 AM and can't sleep. Then I think, Hmm, I read lots of lovely fics yesterday about Valentine's Day. What would I do if I wrote one? X hours later, here we are. I just roll with it at this point, it's almost a way to deal with writer's block đ
Enjoy đ
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You snorted at the reel playing on your phone while your hand petted gently between the black Dobermanâs ears. One girl smashed the phone camera while repeating âGirls donât want flowers for Valentineâs Dayâ, while another immediately shyly said that yes, sheâd like flowers. You scrolled; another of a guy guiding his significant other over a trail of petals; you scrolled, another of a guy explaining how he asked a girl to become his Valentine. Another, with the type of girls on Valentineâs Day and you smirked. Which one were you? Definitely not the spoiled girlfriend, you were single. Not heartbroken, you hadnât dated for a while, or a heartbreaker. You chuckled; the only guy in your life at the moment was that sweet Doberman sleeping on your lap and you werenât about to break his darling heart.Â
The next options were single and fine with it, anti-Valentineâs Day, and Galentineâs Girl. You supposed you were fine with it but had hoped not to spend it alone, hence why you were at your best friendâs apartment. What you thought could be a day of eating and having fun together turned into dog-sitting because she needed that favor. Something along the lines of the usual sitter being ill and her needing to find someone to do it, and you were available.
You could think of more depressing ways of spending your day. You put your phone down and petted the short fur between the dogâs closed eyes, knowing he was utterly relaxed under your touch. He was the cutest thing and you had a blast walking and playing with him all day. You checked his training and he was responsive, though testy of the limits, and you made sure he understood that he had to listen to you. During your second walk, he behaved so well and was rewarded so much that you thought he wouldnât have an appetite for dinner, but he surprised you. And now he was sleeping soundly and you didnât want to get up, but it was time for your own dinner. Maybe you could cook something up for you andâ
Your phone buzzed and you checked it; speaking of the devil.
[Itâs taking longer than expected so Iâll eat here. Treat yourself sorry see you soon! đ]
You sighed. In the end, you were going to spend it with that cutie as your Valentine. You stretched your arms and shoulders, pressing your fingers to your neck before gaining the courage to slide under the Doberman. He wasnât pleased and adjusted his head to get back on your thigh.
âNo, Bamie. I gotta eat something, come on.â
You slid again and turned on the TV as background noise before getting to the kitchen and checking your best friendâs fridge. You decided to eat a bit of everything that you could find and got set to eat on the sofa in front of the TV. Not even five minutes in, you became sort of annoyed â stupid Valentineâs Day ads. You told Bam firmly not to even think about snatching your food before you focused on streaming something instead. A corny and sweet romcom should be fun.
And you had dinner as you laughed and cried with it until a scene came up where the main character cried her sorrows over a bottle of soju and you thought, Why not? You had nothing planned the next day, at least you could have a drink.
You started with a single soju bottle, but as the episodes played and the night passed, you didnât stop. Eventually, there were empty bottles of beer and soju and you were feeling dizzy, despite being sat down on the couch. Your last reasonable thought was to turn off the TV, the only source of light in the room, before holding on to Bam as if he were a pillow and falling asleep.
It was the sound of bottles clicking that disturbed your sleep, and your instinct was to wrap your arms closer around the fluffy dog, âBam.â
He was wiggling his tail like crazy, and in your haze, you connected that to the bottles falling over. Not to the extra dip on the other side of the chaise longue.
Perhaps it was the fact that you heard your best friendâs voice in the distance that relaxed you, not quite registering that it disappeared after the front door closed. It was only when a different scent hit your nose that you started connecting the pieces: Bam was squeezed between you and someone else, their hand touched your arm ever so slightly while they petted him, and that musky scent was from a man.
You opened your eyes, confused by your conclusions, but not at the top of your game â a quick nap was not enough to make you sober.
âWho are you?â
Bamâs tail kept wiggling as he seemed busy facing opposite from you, looking at the person who answered you, âWho are you?â
He sounded sleepy and you couldnât see him properly. The city lights from the window were enough but you were still too hazy.
âI asked first,â you voiced, rubbing your eyes. He didnât seem willing to respond quickly enough, but you could feel him still petting Bam, so you sulked. You wrapped your arms around the pet harder, âBamie is mine!â
Instantly, a new set of arms did the same and tried to steal him away, âNo, heâs not! Iâm his dad!â
âAnd Iâm his mom!â The man scoffed and you raised your chin proudly. âDonât believe me? Look.â
You let go of Bam and scanned around, seeing where you could put your feet safely in between the bottles. Then you got up and walked a bit unsteadily across the living room, standing next to the window. You could see the shape of the man all in black, including his hair, looking at you from his comfortable position with the sweet Bam happily smelling around.
He could see your expression, your baggy tee shirt falling over you and covered with cartoons, but he only cared about Bam staying in his arms. Because of course, he would.
âBam!â
He gasped when Bam jumped from his embrace to get to you, frantically wiggling his whole body before lying on his back over your feet. He gaped as his Doberman showed his belly, happily licking your face and squirming under your belly rubs.
âSuch a good boy,â you cooed, grinning from ear to ear.
Then you straightened up and snapped your fingers and Bam got up too, easily following you back on the couch and splaying himself belly up in between you and the man.
âThere you go,â you murmured, scratching his belly and up his chest much to Bamâs delight.
It was when Bam squirmed that his snout ended up under the manâs chin and you saw him clearly for the first time. Then he spoke and you smiled.
You woke up with a groan, drool all over the pillow, and a headache to make you want to run for the hills. But then you sat up, confusion still scrambling your brain as you eyed the bedroom.
âBam?â
You waited but the sound of paws scratching the floor didn't grace your ears, so you got up from bed and searched for him. You looked everywhere, calling for him every few seconds, but he didnât come out and you couldnât seem to find him. In fact, there was no one else at home but you, which made you befuddled â where was your best friend?
Your hangover was deadly, it was trying to pull you down with a headache the size of the world. And so you beelined to the bathroom and stripped hastily to get your head under the water and try to wake up gently.
But there was no gentleness to be found when suddenly you remember something â there was a man. Yes, butâ Youâ kissed?
Suddenly, you were flooded with the memories of you kissing, his gentle hand cupping your jaw, your trembling breath when your tongues touched. The foreign thing that ended up being a lip ring that you felt with your tongue. The way the kiss deepened, and your legs got tangled even beyond sweet Bam lying in between you.
You were hyperventilating, âWhat?!â
You did what?!
Did you kiss a random man? On your best friendâs couch in the middle of the night? Or did you hallucinate him because of the alcohol?
Suddenly, it came to you â he tasted of beer, and you told him as much.
You felt him smile against your lips, âAnd you taste of strawberry soju.â
You remembered chuckling before kissing him again, burying your fingers into slightly overgrown strands of hair that curled around your hand.
You rubbed your face under the water; you kissed him. You were both drunk, and you couldnât remember everything, but you pressed your lips toâ
You stopped breathing.
You were feeling his shoulders and pulling him close when Bam started licking both your faces, which made you both break away and laugh.
âI have to pee,â you had said, getting up.
Before you could be mortified about having said that to a random guy, you recognized that after you went to the bathroom, you forgot about getting back to the couch. Instead, you went to bed on autopilot and fell asleep. Because you were that drunk.
Well, thankfully. Otherwise, what could have ended up happening? You were not in your right mind, you could barely remember his face aside from his eyes and lip ring. You were crazy, nuts, and shouldnât drink that much again.
You got out of the shower and got dressed quickly with more lenient thoughts. Since only kissing happened, it was okay. No harm no foul.
Your stomach was adding to the problem, but you still decided to take headache medicine before your phone buzzed and you grabbed it.
[Meet me at work and have breakfast with me?]
You agreed and got your stuff to go to her. The subway trip was twenty minutes but it was alright at that hour. The HYBE building was in a very busy area, so to already have a direct line there was a blessing.
You gave your name at the reception to get a visitor pass and went to the floor she indicated, smiling when you saw it was a cafeteria with breakfast all around.
She met you at the door and walked you through it before sitting down and watching you eat your broth carefully.
âLots of people need caring for this morning. Funny what Valentineâs Day does to some people,â she was amused, though her expression screamed exhaustion. âIf theyâre in couple they drink together, if theyâre single they drink alone. Thereâs no escape, is there?â
You were looking down apologetically until you could talk, âIâm sorry. I donât know what got into me. I⊠raided your fridge.â
She sighed, âI know, I saw the bottles on the floor. Hence why youâre here, to have a power breakfast.â
âWhat happened yesterday? Why didnât you come home?â
Your best friend heaved a deep breath, her spirit hanging on by a thread, âMy artist went to a friend's dinner last night and got drunk. I got his driver to get him home but they had an accident,â she sighed. Your eyes widened in alarm, but she raised her hand swiftly, âTheyâre both alright. This all to say that after my meeting got lost into late hours, instead of going home, I had to go and manage that situation.â
âThat sucksâŠâ You thought back to the previous night, unsure of how to introduce the topic.
âBy the way, thank you for taking care of Bam. My artist and I really appreciated itââ
She was interrupted when a spot of black dashed for you, barking the instant you took a second to acknowledge his presence. You instantly smiled despite the horrid headache the noise was making and reached to pet him.
âNo, Bam! No eating!â
âItâs not the food,â your best friend pointed out jokingly, dismissing the manager nearby who tried to admonish the pet.
You were happy to give him all the cuddles that were making him go crazy and whiny; you were happy to see him again too. It instantly pulled memories from the previous night into your mind and you wondered again how to bring it up with your best friend when a voice interrupted your thoughts.
âBam.â
Bam was licking your hand happily, yet instantly darted away at the call, and you knew before you looked up. It was him. You recognized the longer hair you had gripped, the lip ring, and the eyes. The sweet yet searing eyes.
He got near your table and bowed to you both before starting a light talk with your best friend about the schedule for the day.
And you blinked, wondering why his eyes set on your best friendâs face, or rather why the whole situation felt like a gut punch. He must have been the artist your best friend was referring to, the one she managed. You wouldnât know, she was secretive about who it was. But the way he was ignoring you couldnât be mistaken. He didnât acknowledge you more than that bow, but why would he? You knew who he was.
The moment your lips grazed in a slow kiss while his hand gently supported your jaw came to mind and you blinked in astonishment. You couldn't believe it happened. Even as you remembered opening your eyes the moment he pulled away a few inches to breathe and looked straight into your eyes. It was impossible. Even if you were both drunk, howâ
âExcuse me.â The three of you turned to the lady in uniform. âNo pets are allowed in the cafeteria,â she bowed respectfully.
It was easy for you to get up, âIâll take Bam to the rooftop garden.â
You grabbed his leash from the manâs hand without touching him and he let it go, a bit startled. Not that you noticed; you stepped away and called for Bam, who followed you swiftly.
Jungkook stayed behind, eyes still on you leaving with his dog until you were out of sight.
âSheâll take good care of him.â
He turned back to his manager and nodded, âI know.â
His manager was ready to use every argument she had to convince him, so she chuckled, âFunny how yesterday you were borderline going nuts over a stranger taking care of him and now youâre so relaxed.â
He nodded and looked back at where you disappeared with his Bam. You were not a stranger.
âWhatâs that look?â She asked, eyebrows furrowing ever so lightly.
He pressed his lips and nibbled a bit on his lip ring, but then looked back at her, âWhen you left me at your place⊠something happened.â
A mix of fear and âoh noâ crossed his manager's face and he sat across from her where you had sat before, ignoring your tray and half-eaten food.
âWe were both drunk,â he started, expecting her not to believe him, but she just nodded. âAnd Bam loves her. We justââ He filled his lungs with air, pushing it back out anxiously as his tattooed hand ran across his hair, âWe joked around that I was Bamâs dad and she was his mom. Then, that we were both alone, nowhere close to having a Valentine, and that maybe Bam was our cupid. Instead of meeting and making a baby, the babyâ made usââ He became crimson and hid his eyes for a second, then he faced her again, âWe were drunk!â
âYou said that,â she deadpanned firmly. She was his manager, she needed to know things in black and white. He knew that.
âSo we joked. Maybe we should get together, and we kissed.â
Her eyes doubled in size, âOh no, you didnât!â
âWe just kissed!â
Her features hardened, âTell me right now. Tell me the truth.â
âItâs the truth! I swear, we kissedâ for a whileââ His ears were becoming red, âAnd then she went to the bathroom and I fell asleep.â His managerâs expression had not changed a millimeter, and his eyes became pleading. âYou have to believe me. You woke me up and I was alone with Bam.â
âThatâs true,â she acknowledged, finally heaving a breath. âShit, this is my fault. Leave two drunk people alone, and see what happens.â
He frowned, âI donât just go around kissing people, even when Iâm drunk.â
She faced him, âThat is also true.â It seemed clear to her, so he relaxed. âSo what happened? Why did you kiss her?â
He blinked with wide eyes, startled by the question. âI⊠I donât know.â
He looked down, containing the urge to look back at where you had left with his pet. He didnât even know your name, he knew nothing except that Bam loved you and you tasted sweet.
His manager waited for a proper response, for any additional information. But when none came, she knew what she had to do. She sighed, âWell. Iâll have to contact our lawyers and draft an NDA. Sheâs my best friendâ, she confessed, rubbing her eyes for a second. âShit,â was all she expressed before getting up and rushing out.
Jungkook pressed his lips and let her leave. He was confused about the situation, about his actions. He knew so little⊠Why did he think it was enough?
He put away the trays you and his manager had used while he pondered this. In a way, Bamâs heart meant everything to him. The way Jungkook loved him was unexplainable, he was the only soul in the world he could ever love in such a way. His innocence and instinct were enough, and he listened to you like he only ever listened to Jungkook himself. That shouldnât have been enough, but it was.
And he was drunk, he sighed, leaving the room. It was his fault, he knew that. He shouldnât kiss people irresponsibly like that, and now his manager was in a tough spot.
He decided to head for the rooftop and sort this out with you. He didnât know what to say, but he thought maybe it didnât have to be a big deal. You two just did it and it was⊠freeing. There were no inhibitions or second thoughts. It was playful and innocent, and then your lips touched. He didnât know it would feel like that, he hadnât thought it through. But it felt so good. It created shivers, made him hot, curious, awake, alive. He had no questions, no doubts, it was like jumping out of an airplane and freefalling. It was like the wind was guiding him to fit together with you, there was nothing in him telling him to fight it.
He got to the rooftop and immediately saw you across the garden sitting on a bench with his manager, and your best friend, next to you. Bam saw him too and raised his head and ears, but he was busy grabbing a stick that had just fallen on the floor and bringing it back to you. Jungkook could have expected him to drop everything to greet him, but Bam didnât.
His manager was explaining something to you and your eyes were glued to the floor, expression closed except for the line between your eyebrows. Only when Bam brought you back the stick and you threw it again, did you look up. Jungkook was walking closer yet slowly, not meaning to intrude, and you had thrown the stick almost right into his path. That was why Bam happily gave it to him instead, and he crouched to pet his baby while his eyes stayed on you.
Your eyes turned away when you said something. He couldnât hear it from there, but he knew the words out of your mouth were cold. He recognized his manager trying to have you reconsider or change your mind, but your eyebrows drew closer as you bit something back and just got up and away.
You didnât look at him as you walked in his direction towards the exit. You planned to pass by him without a word, a mix of emotions inside you that you preferred not to address. And yet Bam was what forced you to change your mind when he lit up at your presence. He looked for a pet from your hand and you immediately halted, unable to punish that sweet pup because of his dad.
Still, the words slipped the seam of your lips somewhat bitterly, âAre you a baby?â
âWhat?â He blinked, eyes wide as he straightened up.
âYou kiss someone and your first instinct is to threaten them with NDAs?â You were frowning with a hint of contempt, but your eyes were glistening. You continued before he could say anything, âI wonât sign it. I donât care what any of you think, this isnât normal. You regret it? Fine, but then act like a fucking adult.â
He was at a loss for words and movement behind you had him glancing, and so you turned. Your best friend had a serious expression on her, something you imagined was her work persona. Well, too bad you had no sympathy for it.
âNo,â you raised a hand before she could say something. âYouâre doing your job, and Iâm standing up for my principles. Iâll go to your place and get my stuff.â
You passed by him at a hastened pace and the second he turned to say, âWait!â, the heavy glass door was already closing behind you, muffling every trace of a sound.
He turned to his manager then, seeing the tiredness, sadness, and frustration all over her face as she heaved a deep sigh and hid the tears in her eyes.
His lips twitched with a question, but she spoke instead, âShe thinks Iâm choosing my job over her.â
âBut youâre not,â he instantly said, confused. âThis isnât necessary.â
She sighed, âIâll deal with this, ok? Get to your shoot.â
She also passed by him quickly inside and Jungkook looked at Bam, who was lying on the floor chewing on the stick with a hard focus. Why were they so eager to get anything done without a proper conversation?
He took Bam with him across HYBE and got inside the car with other managers and assistants. They were waiting for him to continue his schedule, chatting about Bam. It would be difficult to have him on the set, but theyâd contact a sitter on the wayâ
âTake me to Manager Kimâs place.â
âWhat?â His manager frowned, âNow?â
âYes, now. To drop off Bam,â he offered, though he knew it was a lie. His manager agreed though because he knew Bam had stayed there the previous day, and being late to the shoot was fixed with a simple call giving them a warning and an apology.
Jungkook left the car first, saying that heâd go and come back quickly, and the team agreed, to his relief. He was upstairs in a beat in front of the right door, yet before he could ring the doorbell, the door opened in front of him and something crashed into his chest. His heart jumped and his hands darted to support your arms as you recoiled back, and then you looked up at him. Such beautiful big and expressive eyes, and he knew then he would have wanted to kiss you anyway.
You broke away from his arms and moved to go around him. He didnât miss your frown, but he didnât hesitate, âCan we talk?â
âIâm not going to sign it,â you insisted as you turned to him, adjusting your backpack over your shoulder. âBut you donât need to worry, that doesnât mean Iâll talk about it. Iâm not like that.â
He nodded once, âOkay. But thatâs not what I want to talk about.â
You paused, âOh.â
Your features smoothed in confusion and he was happy he caught your attention, âCan we go inside?â
You shrugged but walked back inside. You petted Bam gently between his ears then put your backpack down on the floor. By then, Jungkook had released Bamâs leash and closed the door. The sweet baby darted to the water bowl and your lips curved before his dad drew your attention away.
âI donât regret it,â he said, and your eyebrows jumped. âYou keep saying that, but I donât. And I didnât ask Manager Kim to do this either, I suppose itâs standard procedure or something. I wouldnât know. But sheâs just doing her best because she feels responsible.â
You were skeptical, âYou wouldnât know?â
âNo.â
You found that hard to believe, but you didnât insist. It had nothing to do with you. âWhy would she feel responsible?â
âBecause sheâs in charge of me, I guess. Managers tend to feel like that even when we are, in fact, not babies.â
Your lips twitched at his choice of words.
âSo donât get mad at her. After this, Iâm going to tell her to stop it. I donât want this NDA thing, and neither do you. Itâs not necessary,â he sighed. He had told his manager that before, but maybe if he insisted, sheâd get it.
You nodded.
âAnd thank you for looking after Bam,â he finished with a smile. The Doberman had jumped on the couch a bit carelessly, but he was calm. âHeâs usually nervous around strangers, but he loves you. You might really be his Mom for all he cares,â he smirked, watching as you stepped to the side to pet Bam. âAnd I wouldnât⊠separate him from a person he loves. If youâd like to see him again.â
Your cheeks instantly caught fire as you looked at him. He held your gaze calmly, the only hint of nervousness in his fingers fidgeting. You didnât think you were misunderstanding him, then.
âI can make time.â
He smiled, âGood.â
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anon here, I said I wasn't going to request but there's one idea I've been really, REALLY itching at.
So you know how you reblogged "cold nights" by beiibeii? Yeah about that... I think I cooked an angst idea of this on a related tangent? (If you choose to write this, ofc)
How about Mother!Reader who is faced with the same scenario of Arle neglecting them to the point that she loses hope in their relationship? Think of the angst when the children constantly remind their Father of important dates but she's away or somehow missing most of them because of work. To the point reader just implies for them to stop trying and accepts the fact that they married Arlecchino but is now simply the Knave's wife? Like even the children can see them losing hope which is why they sometimes lowkey plead with their Father to actually pay more attention to Mother. Mother marrying Father means that Mother is strong but behind their strong facade you can see their sadness! You can feel their loneliness! And their sense of isolation and sorrowful acceptance of their new reality. And Arle does not pick up on the subtle signs until it's Too Late. Like. Reader in the coffin Late.
And as the Knave's wife Reader does need to undertake missions like in "I am Fine in Your Arms" but because reader has lost so much hope in living a wife outside of being the Knave's wife, reader does not make an effort to return alive. The angst of the burial, maybe the children blaming their Father etc. The really young ones aside, I don't think they would be actively angry with their Father, just very, VERY, disappointed. HotH would lose its warmth for a while before Lyney, Lynette and Freminet try their best to build it back (but of course, it never becomes as warm as it used to be)
Whether or not you choose to give this one a happy ending is up to you, but on my end the only happy ending that I cooked up for them is that Arle wakes up in the next Samsara with all these memories of losing Reader and prevents the relationship from going South in the first place. (Bonus points if Reader also has the memories and compares it to how they were treated by Arle previously, makes a comparison, and goes "How I wish this were my Arle" without knowing that it actually IS their Arle, just acknowledging she fucked up BIG time and is now making heavy amends for it. and Arle Knows because of that look that Reader gives her, sorrow and joy in a complex blend.)
...I think by now you can tell that I'm an angst writer too HAHSHHSHA Nobody leaves my fics without getting a knife and I promise it's just for the plot (like we always say).
I've still been keeping up with your writings (Beauty and The Beast actually fits, holy-) (Someone send Siren!Arle a whole farmhouse of ham for her consumption please) and yes I agree that you've been pumping out bangers after bangers. (I mean. Given that, you probably can afford to be a little indulgent? If writing this much quality about your muse doesn't give you the OK to put your hands all over them, abs and all, what does?)
As always, prioritise your sanity and schedule first, stay well rested and hydrated!
Lost Warmth
(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)
A/N - Link to my momma's (@beiibeiii) piece right here. If I see you read this before reading the masterpiece I just linked, know that I am a very disappointed axolotl. đ Anyways, you might be able to tell just how long this has been sitting in my inbox⊠haha⊠my bad guys. T^T. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write more angst. :3 And thank you for the additional comments đ
anon. I do have quite a soft spot for siren! arle, seeing that she was my first request (and requested from my momma :3). Wanted this to be a little longer, but I do have to wake up earlier tomorrow, so this is what you get T^T. Hopefully it's still good. Content warnings / info - angst, character death (duh), reader is referred to as âMotherâ but is otherwise GN!, 1.4k words
Cold is a feeling you've long gotten used to. Cold is your husband's dismissal of your existence, with every interaction ending with her blunt words and back towards you, leaving you with a crumbling heart. Cold are the long nights as you anxiously wait for Arlecchino's appearance for a candlelit dinner you spent half the day preparing, only for her never to return until you fell to exhaustion on the couch, a flower bouquet that remains unreceived in your hands. Cold is the creeping loneliness in the late hours of the night, when you've finally grown tired of anticipating someone that will never come, and returned to bed alone. Cold is the way you shiver underneath the thickest of blankets, no one's body warmth to sink into, no one's softly whispered words into your ear to drift you to sleep. Cold is when instead of your husband, only dim stars, a bottle of liquor, and the tears that stream your face join you in bed.
When was the last time you had felt warmth?Â
You recall when the Knave first started courting you, how gentlemanly she was for such a rumored cruel Harbinger. You were first just a caretaker of the House of the Hearth, this small orphanage which you quickly found to be home for you. You couldn't help but adore the endearing children, watching as you slowly became a staple in this family. Despite your best efforts of hiding it, Arlecchino noticed when you snuck in the occasional pastry or cake from the town's most lavious bakery for the children, out of your own paycheck as well. It was then, your husband admitted, when she first fell for you. It had taken her months of encouragement from her âpesteringâ children before she asked you out, and it was impossible to not fall for her charm.
How could you not? Not when she held you like you were her world. Not when she viewed you higher than the Tsaritsa herself. Not when her touch was heavenly, her words silky and sweet. When she proposed to you, your heart leapt with levity, and you thought your life was perfect now. A warm house, fitted with warm parents, that was what you had had, you had never felt so content.Â
Then came the long nights. Nights when she trudged home later than usual, where she fell asleep without a word but sunk into your arms still. Then she started forgetting, forgetting about the dates and birthdays, and anniversaries more and more. At first, you chalked it up to her demanding Harbinger duties, but as time grew and the excuses started to run out, the perfect life you knew was crumbling.Â
You became aware of this two years after your marriage when you had been preparing dinner for the two of you once she arrived home, slow cooking a steak since the early hours of the morning. Just as you exited the kitchen, you heard some children surrounding your husband before she left for another Harbinger meeting, telling her that you had a surprise for her once she came home and how excited you were for her to enjoy a new recipe you created. Your heart swelled with hope and appreciation for your children, especially when Arlecchino promised she would return in time.Â
You should have known better.
You ate your tear-ridden steak alone and went to bed, leaving the steak out for her for whenever she returned home. Just like how you fell asleep, you woke up without your husband's presence, and when you arrived at the kitchen, the meat and the note besides the plate were untouched.Â
You tried to eat the cold steak for lunch as well. You threw it away at the first bite. That day, you gathered your children, pleading them not to âpesterâ Father with more reminders, as she was very busy. All that you gained back from the children was pitied expressions, and the agony in your chest worsened. Your children could pity you, but your husband couldn't? Even with your husband's coldness, you still carried out your Mother role, if only for the children. You cannot deny that the children's antics helped you forget the ever-present void inside you, caused by Arlecchino.Â
You never learned the reason for Arlecchino's behavior, why she had grown so cold towards you. Now, you suppose, you would never know. Â
Red fills your hazy vision as you lay on the ground, your entire body aching and fatigued, desperate gasps for air while your heart pounds in your eardrums. Your side was sliced, and the crimson liquid quickly poured out of the wound while you tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.Â
This is your end, you think to yourself as you weakly turn on your side, every nerve in your body protesting against the movement. Your bloodied hand comes into view, your engagement and wedding ring gleaming slightly underneath the blood. The rings bring your thoughts to Arlecchinoâoh, how you imagine the common disappointment in her otherwise apathetic expression, disappointment at your mission's failure. Your eyes bubbled and blurred with tears, vivid memories of your wedding flashing through your mind. The wedding ring is beautiful, still polished with that bold scarlet, the same color of her eyes, the same eyes you could never stop drowning in.
Would she even know your absence? Would she ever acknowledge you, treat you properly like her partner even if you did return? You doubt it. Did you want to return a cold bed, to a husband that does not love you, to a house no longer warm?Â
It's warm.Â
Your body feels like fire courses through your veins as you feel inexplicably hot, yet it's a welcomed heat. It's the first time you've felt this, but it feels familiar, comforting, like a hearth, and you want nothing more than to surrender to it. It soothes your heartbeat and calms your breath, easing your body as if you were to sink into the most plush of beds, swallowed by the thickest of blankets. The warmth coils around you, wrapping you like a cozy embrace, evoking you to sleep. Your eyes flutter shutter, a faint smile plastered on your lips.
It feels just like Peruere's arms.Â
âÂ
Arlecchino receives a letter addressed to her on the third day you've been sent on a mission. The contents make her drop the paper, and she rushes outside, without an additional word, leaving the House.Â
The children do not see her until she returns late into the night, a body wrapped in cloth in her arms. Arlecchino raised her children to be smart, to be attentive, to be logical. Whose body it is, they realize with little difficulty.Â
The children weep that night. Arlecchino does not. How can she, when her source of emotions is gone?Â
The burial takes place soon afterwards. As your body is placed into the ground, Arlecchino can feel the weight of her children's stare on her back. The charged tension between her and the children is palpable without words. She cannot discern which of the two reactions cut deeper. The seething fury underneath the oppressive grief for the young ones, having to lose another parent, or the crushing dismay inhabited by the older ones, specifically the twins and Freminet.Â
Their thoughts are clear, even when none of them speak out loud.Â
How could you fail Mother?
The House of the Hearth no longer suits the orphanage's name, not with your missing presence. There is no warmth, no matter how much the trio tries to fuel a lost flame. Even with Arlecchin's pyro vision, it is futile.
Arlecchino stands before your gravestone, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hand, and she rests it beside the other bouquets by your grave. Six bouquets in total, for each day after your burial.Â
âFor all the flowers, I should have given you, my love,â she whispers as she addresses you, glancing up to the heavens. The last two words make her feel like a fraud, undeserving of calling you hers, when she had clearly never shown so.Â
Arlecchino, the Knave, the Fatui Harbinger, does not plead, does not beg, does not kneel. However, her knees drop to her dirt, and she grovels. âPlease⊠wait for me one more time, my dear. Once I meet you again, I promise I'll never leave you alone, I'll never let you out of my arms again.â
There is no reply.Â
Arlecchino feels cold.Â
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Bada Lee Fic Recommendations
*photos are edited by me, pls dont steal!! thank you
note: most of the fics will contain angst, fluff, suggestive/smut, toxic relationship ish? i'll possibly continue to update this list and make a one-shot ver if i don't get lazy. enjoyyy!! btw adding a writers work here basically means i recommend their whole acc!
last updated: 22 dec 2023
SERIES / ONE-SHOTS
Mortal Gods - Bada Lee x OC Team Fem!Reader synopsis: Imagine a ninth team becoming part of the dynamic Street Woman Fighter 2 cast. These remarkable dancers don't only showcase their incredible moves; they possess an enchanting charm that sweeps not just the audience but also the hearts of their fellow competitors. âł by @ssivinee
All American Bitch - Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: Bada's strong opinion of you spreads like wildfire, which turns into nothing but disaster. Neither of you feel sympathy for the other. After all, there are only 3 rules in Street Woman Fighter: no limit, no respect, and no mercy. âł by @perfectsunlight
Moth to a Flame - Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: Y/n L/n is the youngest team member of Jam Republic, competing in the second season of Street Woman Fighter. Sheâs got the sweetest smile and the most vibrant personality, but she also may or may not be the biggest hothead on the show when it comes to defending her teammates. Apparently thatâs attractive to Bada Lee. âł by @wrosie-writes
Let's Dance - Bada Lee x Jam Rebublic!Reader x Wolf'lo!Chocol synopsis: A professional ballet dancer in Street Woman Fighter Season 2? (Y/N) Bae, a 23-year-old ballerina and dance prodigy enters the fighting arena alongside the infamously known crew, Jam Republic. Making the team's aura and presence far more intimidating despite being clad in soft pink and white clothing, adorned with astonished faces and friendly smiles. As the young woman entered the arena with curious eyes and small smile, the other teams couldn't help but awe at her beauty and elegant aura, unknowingly capturing the eyes of two charismatic dancers. âł by @diana-rose-25
Lost Cause - Bada Lee x Reader x BEBE!Lusher synopsis: In which, you can't help but hate being Bada's best friend, even though you love her more than anything. âł by @bountycancelled
A Princess' Will - Bada Lee x Princess!Reader synopsis: After an assassination attempt, the queen invites the very best fighters from across the land to compete for the great honor of protecting you, the princess. âł by @lovystar
Stolen Hoodie (SMAU) - Bada Lee x OC!Reader (Shin Nari) synopsis: In which a love story begins with a stolen hoodie. âł by @badasgirlfriend
No Feelings Attached To The Limit (Part 2) - Bada Lee x Dancer!Reader synopsis: The relationship between bada and y/n had always been flirty. But what if one of them wanted something more? âł by @nimxie
The guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all - Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: As you attend one of Kai's shows, your gaze remains glued to a particular background dancer. Fueled by adrenaline, you gather the courage to approach him after the performance, handing over your number. But what can happen when Y/N realise that the guy she was interested in wasnât a guy at all? âł by @westwoodsvivi
Mafia AU - Mafia!Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: Your arranged marriage to older!cold!mafia boss!Bada Lee unfolds, revealing that there's more than just ice behind her cold heart. âł by @allur1ngs
Losing Touch Untouched (Part 2) - Gang Member!Bada Lee x Reader synopsis: Picking up your girlfriend from the police station does not seem like a good date idea for you. Especially if she refuses to talk about the very things that got her in trouble with the police. âł by @beetlejuicyy
The Duplicate Part 2 - Bada Lee x 1 Million Member!Reader synopsis: - âł by @throughthebluesea
Speak Now - Bada Lee x Actress!Reader synopsis: You and Bada have been best friends since you transferred to her school during 8th grade. Both are harboring feelings for each other but chose to remain as friends just in case being in a relationship doesn't work out between you. You made a pact to be each other's date during holidays and occasions that carried on to adulthood. You had to go away but Bada's feelings for you remained. She wanted to ask you out when you come back but when you did, she found out you're already engaged to someone else. Will this be a tragic love story or will she finally gather up courage to be with you after all these years? âł by @mikachacha
Secret Love Song Part 2 - Bada Lee x BEBE!Reader synopsis: Being in a secret relationship is not easy, especially if you are hiding it to the whole world. â or â the heavy weight of the strained relationship you have with Bada has just become too overwhelming. âł by @mikaleialt
Ignited Fire - Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: Y/n S/n, an Architecture student and Bada Lee, a Performing Arts student shares an apartment at their university. They are doing great until Bada started bringing different girls at night forbidding Y/n to focus on her studies. Things went south when Bada stated her adoration towards Y/n. It all went downhill when one night ruined Y/nâs heart. âł by @bleu-seas
Full Moon Part 2 - Succubus!Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: - âł by @sun-nyy
Admire. - Bada Lee x Jam Republic OC!Reader (Lea Chang) synopsis: In which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter. âł by @yxine
Homewrecker - Bada Lee x Reader synopsis: Bada is lonely, you fix that. âł by @sydnerss
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Can you recommend joel miller series?
Hii, of course!đ
Iâm sure some of them have been recommended many many times before but thatâs just bc theyâre actually THAT good, so here are the ones that Iâve read multiple times by now Ëá”Ë
You want feels? You want emotions? You want drama and love? Overprotective hot Joel Miller?Read this:
i know who you are by @punkshort
What about a good slow-burn playing in Jackson where you just canât help but want more from Joel than just a one night stand but it will take time? Here you go:
a strangerâs heart without a home by @morning-star-joy
As if these werenât already enough emotional, get ready for this two-parter that will absolutely WRECK you in the best way possibleđ I never knew hurt/no comfort could ever be so beautiful:
âYouâre the loss of my lifeâ by @stylesispunk (warning: I cried ever time Iâve read this and itâs been about like five times đđ) also: another INCREDIBLE writer, you can honestly just read through her entire masterlist, you will NOT regret it!!!!!đđŒđ«¶đŒ
THIS is THE hurt/comfort series! I absolutely love the structure of this story so much, Iâve read it like four times already hahađŹ Joel is just so irresistible that even after 20 years, this man has the audacity to captivate you again. Get ready for a wild ride of emotions with this:
Woman by @dancingtotuyo
But these arenât enough? You want even more angst? You want to see Joel truly REGRET things? This oneâs for you:
invisible string by @toomanystoriessolittletime
Okay, weâve cried and screamed enough, time for something a little bit more gentle. Something that will pull you in and just not let you go? With just a bit of angst but the wonderful rom-com vibes that we all love? With the perfect neighbour!Joel storyline? This is the one:
Nicest Things by @schnarfer
Now what about a perfectly outlined AU with a fresh start and leaving the past behind only to find a hot Joel Miller as a sheriff?? If youâre interested:
somewhere to run by @punkshort (a second mention, so honestly, you can read absolutely everything she wrote, sheâs an absolute genius and Iâm in AWE of her talent)
Okay, now this one has become a Joel Miller classic but how dare I not mention it. Itâs complicated, itâs unsure, but literally both are in love with each other and itâs perfect earning and UGH just incredible:
texas sun by @from-the-clouds
What about sneaking around with hot Jackson!Joel who cares all too much about Ellie but is also just so enthralled by you? Too jealous to let anyone else touch you but too much of an idiot to put a label on it? Here we go:
But I Would Die For You In Secret by @wheresarizona (I have to put a quick extra note right here: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read everything by her!!!! Learning to Live (Javier Peña x Reader) is literally one of my all time favourite series across all of the fandoms Iâm in and September is also just INSANE, the writing talent this woman has is out of this world!!!!)
What do we want? THE SWEETEST JOEL? Where can we find him? RIGHT HERE! Get ready for just the most comfortable fic youâll probably ever find and just UGH the cutest fucking Joel Miller:
Elks by @whocaresstillthelouvre
Loner Joel that makes you feel less lonely after you find your place in Jackson? Ooooh, that sounds good, right? Well, this story was perfectly written and you can read all about it here:
Yearling by @justagalwhowrites (edit: I realised way too late that this incredible writer also writes Lavender, which I read through on AO3 and I seriously couldnât put my phone down and talked to my bestie who doesnât even know about tlou and got her to read it!)
OKAY NOW LISTEN. This writer right here is one of my all time faves and Iâve read this series too many times to count and I just canât get enough of it. SO, a perfectly written relationship with Joel Miller that gets you through the day of the Outbreak, all through those 20 years and even during your adventure with Ellie. This right here. You NEED to read this:
A Future Together by @kteague (note: if you want the best Frankie Morales fic ever, read Because Of You, istg the amount of times Iâve read it is insane and I still go back to it and re-read bc I just- itâs just- I canât even put it into words)
I think we need some humour. Weâve had hurt, weâve had comfort, romance, but what about a good collection of one shots that you can laugh to? Who wouldâve thought going through a pregnancy can look this fun? Well, with someone like Joel Miller by your side, of course:
Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife by @pedge-page
Most of the stories above have some smut in them (some more, some less), BUT, I know you guys. And I know myself. And I know that sometimes all you need is a good hoey story (Yes, I may have just made that word up). What do you do when you have a shitty boyfriend who lives with his hot fucking hunk of a single dad? Exactly, you fuck the dad:
boyfriendâs dad!joel by @joelscruff
Buuuuuuuut, what if you want to be live in a bit more delulu world where you can be a hot singer with a hot bodyguard that has to try to keep his hands off of you as hard as possibly can but just snaps? Warning: Hot hot HOT! Hehe, well, then I think you might enjoy this:
Her Bodyguard, His Shining Star by @mermaidgirl30
I also have to add: thereâs one series where you match with Joel on Bumble (I think⊠maybe it was TinderâŠ) where Ellie and Sarah created a profile for him and I remember reading and absolutely LOVING it, but I canât find itđđ so, if anyone else knows what Iâm talking about, pls let me know! In the meantime, Iâm keeping a placeholder for it here:
single dad!Joel Miller with daughters that just want whatâs best for him by a fucking genius writer
I hope thereâs something on here for everyone to enjoy! Ëá”Ë
If anyone has more recs that they think deserve a mention, please let me know or just mention them in the comments!!âșïž Thereâs so many amazing authors, I just went down my likes and saw what I had saved and what I remembered really enjoying, but I know thereâs a lot more!!đ«¶đŒđ€
#Joel miller x reader#fic rec#fic recs#recommendations#what Maddie read#Joel miller#series#tlou#angst#hurt#hurt/comfort#smut#fluff
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Taehyung fic recs 2023
In honor of Taehyungâs birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that Iâve read this year đI havenât read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so Iâll leave some of the fics Iâm really excited to read from my âto readâ list đ I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing âš All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đ„č
âMost of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.âÂ
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original ficâs post đAnd if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated đ
BTS fic rec index â May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(đ) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ».Â
âOne of the Boys by @littlemisskookie // kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
đšïž Woaw! This was so incredibly good, itâs almost hard to describe, but Iâll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). Itâs really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read đŻ
âBaby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus // kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // đ„”đ„°
đ Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; youâve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but itâs all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you canât conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.Â
đšïž This was just really cute and loving đ„čThe smut was also just â€ïžâđ„đŻ
âBaby Maker by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // marriage!au // đ„”đ„°
đ You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.
đšïž Aish, the smut in this đ„Also all the dirty talk really had me going đ„”
âUnder wraps by @jungkxook // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // đ„”đ„°
đ Thereâs nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you canât possibly say no.
đšïž I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU đ„” the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built đđŸ I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating đ„č the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and taeâs parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels đ ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) đ a really great fic that Iâll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come âš I loved it! Please go read it if you havenât already đ„č
âFarmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon // kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // đ„”đ
đ Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncleâs small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didnât plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
đšïž This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy đ„ș I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyungâs friendship deepens, their friends and their banter đ„ș everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too đ€
âThe Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // đ„”
đ Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.
đšïž At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore Iâve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT đ„” Thereâs a lot of banter and their mutual âhatredâ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing âš
âLoverboy by @kookslastbutton // kth x f.reader // established relationship // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your bodyâare you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.
đšïž These coworkers gotta go, okay?! đ đ€Ł Planting seeds of doubt in OCâs head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real âloverboyâ đ Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC đ„č That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it âš
âHush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung // kth x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, music festival!au // đ„”
đ Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..
đšïž Pure gold âš â I donât really have much to say, except GO READ IT.
For all of the other lovely fics that I havenât gotten around to read, but Iâm very excited about, Iâve compiled my âto readâ list đ
âTo readâ list âŹïž
Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae
Gold Rush by @ditttiii
Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom
Trip by @daechwitatamic
The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash
Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom
Love me or we both go down by @gukyi
Gank Mid Lane by @kth1
Good for Me by @icedmatchatae
Something about him by @kooktrash
Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons
All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia
Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook
Iâm so sorry that I didnât get to read more! đ Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review đ
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! đ đ„ł đ
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According To Plan [kiribaku x fem!reader]
Ever had a moment as a writer where you think up a super niche fic idea that only you can write and even though youâre unsure (and kind of scared) of how to properly help it unfold, it wonât leave your brain? Yeah, me too.
SUMMARY: Kirishima Eijirou was hopelessly in love with his best friend, Bakugou Katsuki â had been since their second year in U.A. Of course, his friend had no way of knowing this; so when Bakugou becomes swept up in a whirlwind of intense emotions for the transfer student (Y/N) â with pretty much no idea how to pursue her â Kirishima wrestles that green beast of jealousy as deep into its cage as he can, puts on a brave face, and formulates a plan: âHelp Bakugou Get The Girl Of His Dreams.â But, there was a good reason Kirishima didnât often formulate plans on his own â because he wasnât all that strong at considering all the outcomes, and now, his best friend/secret love hates his guts while (Y/N) has fallen head over heels for him, and Kirishima is slowly realizing that it is entirely possible to love two people at once. Yeah, this was shaping out to be a hell of a final year.
TAGS: fem!reader/AFAB!reader, she/her pronouns used, love triangles, slow burn, angst, eventual polyamory, end-game kiribaku/reader, language, eventual sexual content (this list is for the series as a whole; each individual chapter will have its own detailed warnings listed within the description.)
NOTE: this post is merely a masterlist; itâs not an actual installment. The chapters will be linked within this post for easy navigation.
CHAPTER 1: âNot every good deedâŠâ [in the works]
CHAPTER 2: âBurnt caramel.â [in the works]
[MORE CHAPTERS WILL BE ADDED; ONGOING SERIES]
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Thanks for all the love on the recent Readers' Choice list âš The May faves are a little late but hope you all enjoy these recs đ
you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer (book-verse)
@suseagull04: Think of the fluffiest bedsharing fic you've ever read and combine it with a college roommates AU, and you have this fic! I can't stress enough just how soft this fic is, this is the perfect fic for if you need a quick pick-me-up!
running through my mind all day by allthelovesaved (book-verse)
@na-dineee: Henry rarely, if ever, jogs. It's not something that interests him. That is until he stumbles upon Alex's TikTok profile (thanks, Pez!!). Alex, a passionate runner, shares his knowledge in a captivating way. Coincidentally, he's also the brother of Henry's colleague June, who convinces him to join their "group running thing"... This sweet, sweet story is fluffy and funny, very soft and a little silly (says the author), and it just made me very, very happy.
Wit and Wisdom by @pridepages (book-verse)
@heysweetheart-writes: A window into the future of "Little Matters" my absolute favorite story. Im so in love with this family and happy to see the woman Cat has become and how much of Alex she carries with her. I cried and laughed and EJ left me wanting more of them as usual. If you haven't read Little Matters yet, what are you doing with your life?? Haha
hymns down your sides by @smc-27 (book-verse)
@na-dineee: One of my favourite authors delivers yet again! Henry, a refined boyband veteran in his mid-30s, meets wild, lately kind of self-destructive boyband star Alex. Henry can't probably save him, but maybe he can give him a push in the right direction? This story put me through the emotional wringer. So many feelings, so much hurt, and the chemistry - absolutely gripping!
the poem you make of me by @omgcmere (book-verse)
@suseagull04: The riches found within this fic know no bounds! It's a writer Henry AU that maintains a lot of the same themes as the book (which it coveys just as well), but it adds another layer of heart with the fact that in this verse, Henry is not just a writer, but a poet.
Savasana by @iboatedhere (book-verse)
@na-dineee: Lawyer Alex has hit a low point in his career. The situation is absolutely not pretty, and understandably, Alex is skeptical about whether yoga can fix it, as June suggests. Can yoga instructor Henry straighten things out for Alex? - Alex pulls one Alex after another - it gave me whiplash in the best possible way! The story is very touching and sweet, also absolutely hilarious at the same time !! So fun to read !!
Henry Fox, All-American Hero by @tintagel-or-cockleshells (book-verse)
@suseagull04: This is an AU of a book I loved in middle school, so not only did it give me so much nostalgia, but it has all the quirkiness of RWRB too! Alex in this is so mischievous and sweet, and I love it!
A Wretched Beginning by @royalasstronaut (book-verse)
@dot524: This was a fun romp â forbidden relationship, college/academic AU, tension and angst, and loads of longing. Henry is Alexâs TA and um⊠things happen. Oh, and they may also be connected in other mysterious ways.
Pleasant Melody by @clottedcreamfudge (book-verse)
@zwiazdziarka: Love at first sight that feels magical in otherworldly way is one of my favourite kinds of love stories. And this fic is a spectacular example! Henry is a pirate, Alex is a very special siren, they shouldn't make sense but they do. The longing is excellent and I would gladly read ten more fics based on the same concept.
Meant to Be Yours by @affectionatelyrs & @happiness-of-the-pursuit (book-verse)
@zwiazdziarka: Definitely one of the most unhinged fics I've read in this fandom. (Warning: proceed with caution!) Alex loves Henry, Henry doesn't know Alex exists. Alex's dream is of course to meet Henry and his attempts to do so are... worrying. Second-hand embarrassment hits hard, highly recommend!
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New Blood
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Supe!Reader
Word count: 4,750
Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Swearing, angst, SB being an asshole, misogyny, smut: dirty talk, rough sex (like insanely rough, they're supes after all), using powers during sex, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex.
A/N: I got an anon Soldier Boy fic request to write something similar to the Homelander/Stormfront sex scene from 2.05, so here it is. It's been a while since I've posted anything, so I just hope it reads well. I may even be up to writing a part 2. Happy reading! :) @that-sarcastic-writer for your kinktober writers list ;)
Vought never really needed an excuse for a huge party.
With the company gaining more stock in the last few years, there were plenty of things to celebrate. There had been talk recently that there was a chance for them to become an international corporation, as more supes were added to their registry and employees of Vought American were being promoted around the clock. The annual shareholders party kept getting bigger and bigger with every year the company was earning more credibility, and the year of 1984 was the most decked out the foyer on the 40th floor had been in recent times.
The champagne was free-flowing, the hors d'oeuvres were endless as waiters walked through the crowd, and all the shareholders had their attention on the supes in the room. The members of Payback were scattered around, some in deep conversations with the higher-ups in Vought, and others that cared more about finding a way to entertain themselves for the night.
Y/N threw her head back with an exaggerated cackle, taking a sip of her champagne as she turned her face away from the shareholder she was talking to, rolling her eyes. She faced him again, a smile plastered on her face as her hand smoothed down the shoulder of his charcoal suit.
âSo, how much control do you have over those powers?â he asked, a slick grin pulling at his lips.
âWell sir, if youâre asking what I think youâre asking⊠I donât know anyone who doesnât love it when things get a little heated,â she replied, as she lifted her hand, a small flame appearing between her thumb and forefinger. Gently, she hovered her fingers close to the skin of his jaw, causing him to jump at the faint burn.
Their eyes met as they both laughed, his hand sliding down her back and resting on her hip. Y/N tried not to show her disgust as she continued to smile, a few more of the shareholders and members of the board joining them, all of them intrigued by the newest supe to join the Vought family.
âYou certainly have a better handle on things than those fucking twins,â another one of the suits stated, briefly looking back at the TNT twins across the room before he turned to her, âyouâd make a better contribution to Payback than they are right now.â
âThank you, sir,â she said, clinking her glass with his.
In truth, she had no desire to be on the team for any personal gain, but if being a part of it offered greater benefits for her family back home then she was more than willing to do what needed to be done.
Soldier Boy leaned against the high-top table as he sipped his whiskey, his line of vision directly on the woman across the room at the bar, surrounded by all the corporate fuckers that had barely spoken two words to him all night. The only thing he had heard was an earful from Stan Edgar about the last mission he had gone on, but it was all a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. He continued to ignore the man as he stood in front of him, his eyes focused as he watched her, observing her every move as she practically threw herself at all of them.
âWe need to do some damage control before you head off to Nicaragua,â Edgar added, stopping as he realized he wasnât getting anywhere. âIf you want to stay relevant, Ben, I suggest taking some of my advice on board.â
âWho the fuck is that?â Soldier Boy asked, a quick glance at him before he nudged his chin towards the woman in question.
âEmber,â Edgar replied, curtly. âY/N. Promising up and comer from Detroit. VPs think she might be a good fit for the team, that we need some new blood around here.â
âMy team?â Soldier Boy turned towards Edgar, jaw clenched as his eyebrows furrowed into a glare.Â
âI believe you mean Voughtâs team,â Edgar countered, unfazed by the way the supe was staring him down. âBut sheâs no one to concern yourself with. Leave that to us.â
Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, taking another sip from the tumbler in his hand as he looked back at Y/N. She stood in the middle, champagne in one hand and cigarette in the other, charming the men that circled her, and even a few women. His scowl deepened as he watched her laugh, show off her powers and flirt with them. They were all hanging on every word she said. Usually it would be him cracking jokes with all the suits, inviting them to after parties with the best drugs, booze and women. They hadnât even looked his way this entire time.
He didnât know much about Y/N apart from her supe name, Ember, but there was no way she was getting into Payback, into his team, without his approval. He smirked in as he saw her excuse herself, strutting away from the group with an exaggerated swing of her hips, the tight latex bodysuit accentuating the curve of her ass. He threw back the rest of his drink, leaving the glass on the table as he adjusted the front of his suit, walking away from Edgar and whatever lecture he was about to continue.
The smile grew on his face as he saw her walking down the hallway, the heels of her thigh-high boots clacking against the marble floor. He shook his head as she took one last puff of her cigarette and threw it on the ground, putting it out with the toe of her boot before she made her way to the restrooms.
She definitely needed a lesson about who was in charge around here, and who she needed to impress to be in the team.
Y/N stepped out of the cubicle, blowing a large bubble of her gum and popping it, washing her hands under the gold and ivory tap of the black marble skin. She turned the water off, shaking the drops off her hands before she reached for the paper towels, wiping them thoroughly. She threw the paper in the trash along with her gum, turning on her heel to look at herself once more in the mirror. She placed her hands over her covered chest, pushing her breasts up slightly, giving herself more cleavage in her tight suit before she headed back to the party. She opened the pack she had attached to her hip, taking out her silver cigarette case and opening it, grimacing when she found it empty.
âFuck,â she breathed, as she snapped it closed and shoved it back in the small pack.
With one last look at her figure in the mirror, she turned towards the door and walked out into the hallway. Her heels clicked against the floors for a couple steps before she stopped abruptly, her sight fixed on the man leaning against the wall, whoâs own eyes drifted up the length of her body, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he placed a cigarette between them.
âGot a light?â he asked, winking.
With a playful roll of her eyes as she clicked her fingers, a tiny flame igniting. He leaned forward, the tip of the cigarette burning as he inhaled, pulling it out as he blew the smoke out in rings. Their eyes met as neither of them made the move to step aside, staring each other down. Y/N knew exactly who he was, and she even had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but there was no way he was going to get it so easily. She wasnât going to hold out completely, she was far too curious about him for that to happen.
âEmber⊠right?â he inquired, even though he already knew.
She gave him a firm nod, boldly reaching for the cigarette between his fingers and placing it to her lips, taking a large drag herself. She blew it out slowly, right in his face, slightly annoyed that he didnât react. âWhatever you want, Soldier Boy⊠youâre looking in the wrong place.â
âOh come on, doll, I just wanna talk,â he reasoned, shifting closer to her as he gazed into her eyes.
âI have a name,â she stated, her features void of any emotion. She wasnât in the mood for whatever he was trying to do.
âY/N,â he said, his voice deep and husky as he uttered the word.
She felt a shiver run down her back as she heard him speak her name, but she tried not to show the sudden effect he had on her. âWhat do you want?â
âWhy donât we talk?â he asked, nudging his chin in the direction behind her. âSomewhere private.â
She took another pull from the cigarette, blowing it out as she dropped it on the ground, putting it out with her boot again. She glanced up at him with a smile, tilting her head with curiosity. âOnly if you got something stronger.â
His smirk widened as he offered her his arm, waiting for her to take it. She lifted her eyebrows in an amused, silent âreally?â, before she stepped forward, her heels echoing on the floors as she walked towards the elevators. She stepped in and waited for him, feeling her stomach turn as he pressed the last button, â50â for the penthouses. They stood in silence as the elevator moved up the floors, but she was very aware of his eyes on her when she wasnât looking. The doors opened to the 50th floor, letting them walk out into the short hallway to the door that had âSoldier Boyâ in shiny gold letters. He tapped in a few numbers into the keypad, the green light allowing him to open the wooden door into his loft.
Y/N sauntered in, taking in the dĂ©cor around her and noting the theme was of course the same as his look and aesthetic. Dark shades of green in the rug and the cushions on the black leather couch, gold flakes in the black marble of the bar in the corner of the room, a gold bust of a Bald Eagle with its wings spread as the centerpiece on the surface. It was his all-American hero persona all over the apartment, and if she wasnât itching to find out what he wanted sheâd be impressed. She watched as he walked over to the bar, his suit tight and accentuating all the right parts of him. He picked the decanter filled with bourbon and poured a generous amount into two tumblers, reaching under the bar to retrieve the small bag of coke he always kept there.
âSo⊠you wanted to talk?â she asked as she wandered over to the bar.
âAll that fun you were having back thereâŠâ he started, as he made short lines of coke with his knife across the top of the bar. âItâs a fucking problem, and weâre gonna do something about it.â
Their eyes locked briefly as he offered her the rolled up dollar bill, before she bent down and snorted the first line, throwing her head back to inhale it properly. She did the same with her left nostril, wiping up the remaining powder that had fallen on her lips and rubbing it on her gums. She picked up the tumbler and took a sip, moving away from the bar and taking in the view from the floor-to-ceiling window.
âThe crab cakes were fucking better than this coke; not such a crime to enjoy that,â she stated.
âDonât play fucking dumb with me, sugar.â
She turned around, staring him down as he did the same with her, both trying to figure each other out and as quickly as possible. The air around them was thick with tension, and it was going to go one of two ways.
âI wasnât doing anything other supes havenât done,â she reasoned, shrugging her shoulders. âGive these guys a great pair of tits and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of and theyâre drooling like dogs with a fucking bone.â
His expression was blank, completely unimpressed with her pretense. He leaned down towards the bar, pinching the side of his nose as he dragged it across the surface, snorting up the white substance. He leaned back as he sniffed, humming softly as his eyes opened, glancing back at her with a smirk pulling at his lips.
âWhatever youâre tryinâ to get outta those shareholders back there, tryinâ to convince them by letting them put their hands all over you⊠they just want a couple hours between your legs and wonât give you what you want.â
âAnd you know what I want?â she asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
âYou want to join Payback,â he replied, as he walked towards her, slowly. âAnd thereâs only one way you can.â
âReally?â she scoffed. She looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes, knowing what he was implying, but choosing to rile him up. âHow?â
âIsnât it fucking obvious?â he thew back, his features pulling into a deep glare. She was hitting a nerve already.
âNo, whatâs obvious⊠is that youâre fucking jealous of all the attention being on me,â she replied, calmly. She squared her shoulders, unafraid of him even as he stood taller than her. âYou canât stand the fact that someone might take your spotlight. That you donât get a say about what happens with Payback anymore. Everyone knows Noirâs the only valuable player for Vought. The rest of you⊠youâre gonna end up C-listers, with crummy deals at amusement parks and running Herogasm into the fucking ground.â
âWatch it, Y/N,â he warned.
âAnd as for youâŠâ she chuckled. The sound was almost evil. âYou know theyâre all just humoring you, right? Countess, the twins⊠I mean fuck, even Edgar just gives you shit to do so he doesnât actually have to deal with you. Heâs probably got a replacement lined up for you already.â
Soldier Boyâs jaw clenched as he scowled down at Y/N, reaching forward and grasping her arm in his tight grip. The glass fell out of her hold, shattering on the floor as he pinned her hand to the wall behind her, pressing his body into hers to keep her from escaping. She growled as she struggled against his strength, lifting her free arm to swipe at him, but he was too quick for her, repeating the action and holding it to the wall. She glared up at him, breathing heavily as her forearms started to heat up, her skin covered with an orange glow. He grunted as it singed the flesh of his palms, but he made no move to let her go.
âAre we gonna fight or fuck this out? âCause Iâm getting some really mixed signals here,â she snapped between gritted teeth.
The heat under his palms became overwhelming, causing him to step back as he groaned. Y/N raised her curled fist, ready to strike him but a gasp escaped her as he pushed her back against the wall once more, his hand around her neck. Their gazes locked as they glared at each other, an eerie silence falling between them, both of them waiting to see what the other was going to do. It seemed they both had the same thought, their lips meeting in a rough, searing kiss as her hands fell to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Their mouths moved together, each of them fighting for dominance over the other, her grip tightening as she tried to get control over him. She bit down on his bottom lip, her teeth nipping the skin hard, a growl leaving him as he pulled back. He swiped his thumb across his lips to check if he was bleeding, seeing a spot of crimson on the tip.
âOops,â she whispered, smirking at him.
âIs that all you got?â he questioned, his eyes darkening as he pressed down on her neck.
She wheezed slightly, chuckling as she scowled up at him. âI donât think you want to see my worst.â
She lifted her hand, the tips of her fingers lighting up with embers, slowly developing into small flames. She raised an eyebrow as they continued to look at each other, the flames diminishing as he eased his grip, his hands landing on her hips. He turned her around and slammed her down on the bar, the decanters of liquor falling off the surface from the force of her landing and smashing on the ground. Their lips met again, just as rough and frantic as before, their hands snatching at each otherâs suits trying to get them off. He pulled down the zipper of her latex bodysuit, peeling it off her shoulders and down to her hips, his mouth traveling down her jaw, neck and down to her breasts, his teeth nipping harshly at her skin. She let out a guttural moan as her hand pulled at his soft hair, a frustrated growl escaping him as she forced his eyes to meet hers.
âI think Iâd rather have that mouth between my legs,â she ordered.
He snatched her hand away, gripping it tight between his fingers, slowly twisting it back as his green orbs blazed with anger. âI donât get on my fucking knees for anyone, doll.â
âToo hard at your age?â she mocked, cackling.
Soldier Boy glared down at Y/N as he pulled her fingers back, a harsh grunt passing her lips at the force, fearing he would snap them clean off. She squared her shoulders, tugged her hand out of his grasp, pressing both of them against his clothed chest and pushing him back with all her strength. He yelled as he skidded across the marble floor, his back hitting the leg of the dining table, causing it to shift back several inches. He stared back at her as his rage continued to grow, watching as she sauntered over to him, half-naked, the broken glass on the ground crunching under her heeled boots. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she wriggled her fingers, small embers turning into short flames as she rubbed them together, taunting him.
âYouâre gonna fucking regret that,â he threatened, slowly rising to his feet.
She moved closer to him, tilting her head so that her mouth was inches from his. âLetâs see you fucking try.â
 She reached for the tactical vest he was wearing, unbuckling it quickly before ripping open the gathered collar of his suit just as fast. He flicked her hands away, grabbing her by her hips and taking control, turning around and pushing her down on the table. She grinned wickedly as her face pressed into the wooden surface, letting his hands roughly peel her suit down her body, her boot-clad legs and tossing it aside once it fell around her feet. He removed the top of his suit, kicking her legs apart as he unzipped his pants, stroking himself as he lined up to her entrance. He placed his hand between her thighs, his fingers feeling how wet she was already, bringing a smirk to his face as he brought them to his mouth and sucked at her arousal.
In one quick thrust of his hips, his cock was sheathed by her walls, a loud moan escaping her as she felt the stretch. He wasted no time, setting a brutal pace to his thrusts, fucking into her hard and fast. He grunted as his fingernails dug into the skin of her hips, his pelvis smacking against the curve of her ass as he continued to pound into her. The table shook under their weight, the creaking getting as loud as the sounds of pleasure coming from both of them, the wood starting to crack at the legs.
A squeal left her as one of the legs gave way, the table tilting as it broke from the force of their rigorous movement. He caught her in his arms just in time, her back pressing into his bare chest as he pulled her back. She laughed as she shook her head, rolling it back onto his shoulder as his hand slid up the front of her body, his fingers curling around her neck. She moaned wantonly as he applied pressure, his hips unrelenting as he felt the way she clenched around him so perfectly.
âFuck, youâre so fucking tight,â he groaned, wrapping his arm around her hips to keep her close. âStretched so perfect around my-â
She reached back and smacked her palm around his mouth, rasping short breaths leaving her. âShut up.â
He suddenly pulled out of her, causing her to whine at the loss of him. He grabbed her by her arms and walked her towards the wall, pushing her up against it. He held both her wrists together in one hand against her back, leaning over her as he smirked, his cock teasing her folds.
âYou fucking ass,â she muttered, sending him a glare over her shoulder. âJust put it back in.â
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. âThat kind of talkâs not gonna cut it if you get on my team, Y/N.â
His deep and husky voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and he no doubt noticed. âLast I heard, itâs not your decision.â
âYou couldnât be more fucking wrong, doll,â he whispered, the words sinister as he leaned further into her.
He took hold of his cock and pushed back into her, his head tilting back with a grunt as he felt her walls around his shaft once more. A loud whimper fell from her lips as he kept the same pace as before, his hold still on her wrists as his other hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pressed her against the wall. She tried to free her hands from his grasp, but he was far stronger than her. He was the strongest of all supes, so it wasnât a surprise. She had caught him by surprise a couple of times, but he wasnât going to let that happen again.
âYou like that, sugar?â he asked, smirking as he nuzzled his nose along her jaw. âLike the way my cock fucks you hard and fast, fucking deep into your tight little pussyâŠâ
âFuck,â she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to ignore his words. She couldnât let him know just how much she was truly basking in the feel of him inside her. âI-IâŠâ
âCome on, doll, use your words,â he taunted, his breath fanning against her ear. âYouâre gonna cum so hard on my dick, I can feel it. I can feel the way youâre squeezing around me right now, itâs gonna feel so fucking good.â
She whimpered as she tried to hold herself back, but he was right. She was already close and she needed that euphoric release from him more than her own dignity in that moment. She managed to tug her hands out of his hold, one of them reaching up and cupping his jaw tight. She dug her nails into his skin, a pained growl coming from him as embers singed his flesh. He recovered quickly, the skin healed as he lifted both her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head, his hips smacking harder against her. She moaned as she felt the heat blaze deep in her core, the coil ready to snap at any moment.
âBetter play nice, Y/N,â he husked, holding her hands in a death grip as he pressed his forehead against the side of hers. âBe a good girl and I just might take you in⊠I can fuck that attitude outta you everyday, itâll be our little secretâŠâ
She felt him deep inside, the head of his cock pressing against the wall of her cervix with each thrust. She turned her head back to stare up into his green orbs. His pupils were blown wide from the drugs and the pleasure coursing through him, and she knew they both couldnât hold on much longer. One hard snap of his hips against her had her cry out, her walls contracting around him.
âFuck, please,â she panted. âPlease make me cum.â
He grinned as he heard the desperation in her voice. He knew he had her.
âCum for me, doll,â he groaned, one of his hands slipping down her arm and into her hair, tugging the strands tight between his fingers. âFucking soak my cock.â
Soldier Boyâs words were all Y/N needed to push her over the edge. A string of moans turned into a loud shriek as she felt the coil snap, her arousal covering his shaft. His own release wasnât much further behind her, his neck strained back as his cock pulsed inside her, a drawn out âfuckkkâ escaping him, spurts of seed coating her walls. He breathed heavily, trying to come down from his high as he pulled out of her, turning away to pick up the top of his suit and dress himself. She hissed as she felt the ache between her legs, pressing her thighs together to keep his cum in. She moved away from the wall, finding her suit on the floor and picking it up. She got ready quickly, zipping herself up and fixing her hair before she faced him.
They stared at each other as she felt his seed inside her, her mind making a quick note to stop at the restrooms again before heading back to the party. She spotted his drink still sitting on the bar and walked over, ignoring his gaze as she moved past him. She picked up the drink, turning around and finally meeting his eyes.
âI donât need your approval to be in Payback,â she began, tossing back the amber liquid in one shot. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to talk to Mr. Edgar.â
âYouâre wasting your fucking time with him, Y/N,â he stated, glaring back at her.
She scoffed, sauntering over to him, her heeled boots echoing on the marble floors. She looked up at him, a silence falling between them once more as they continued to figure each other out. A mischievous smile pulled at her lips as she lifted her hand, round and small embers glowing on her fingers as she smacked his cheek. He jolted slightly at the brief sting against his skin, causing her to giggle as she stepped back, relishing in the way he scowled at her.
âSee you around, Ben.â
Without another glance at him, she left the glass on the bar and walked towards the door, slamming it shut behind her. Soldier Boy shook his head, his rage getting the better of him as he picked up the glass and threw it across the room, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces as it hit the wall. He had no desire to return to the party, his mood completely soured now, thanks to her.
He picked up the bottle of bourbon and the bag of coke, walking back into his room. Theyâd be a better use of his time than talking to any of those fucking suits at that party.
Six weeks later, Y/N AKA Ember was named the newest member of Payack. She accepted the new position and all the congratulations with a huge smile on her face, shaking the hands of her new teammates and bosses, members of the board and shareholders in Vought American, soon to become Vought International.
No matter how wide she grinned, however, she couldnât enjoy the accolade. It was all tarnished by the events that came before, in honor of Soldier Boyâs heroic sacrifice in a nuclear blast. She wanted to be able to rub it in to him, making him jealous of all the attention she was getting and get him riled up, in hopes theyâd have a repeat of what happened that night of the shareholdersâ party.
It was a strange feeling, to wish that he was there. She just had a feeling that Vought wasnât being completely honest about what happened to him. She couldnât think about that, though.
She had a country to protect, people to save, and an image to uphold in order to help her family. That had always been her top priority.
No matter how much the greatest supe of all time plagued her thoughts.
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A Design For Life
By: @Maesterchill Paring(s): Drarry Rating: E Word Count: 76,887 Warnings/Content: Implied/referenced sexual assault, terrorist attack, implied/referenced monsterfucking Goose:
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enemies to lovers, time travel, hogwarts eighth year, post-hogwarts, depressed Harry Potter, magical accidents, drinking games, talismans, magical empathy perfume, potions, sex pollen, implied/referenced terrorism, doppelganger, the ministry of magic is corrupt (Harry Potter), auror corruption (Harry Potter), safehouses, captivity, prison, implied/referenced sexual assault, terrorist attack, minor character death, drugs, drug addiction, coma, magical theory (Harry Potter), magical artifacts, ley lines, magaliths, road trip, ireland, boat trip, Gilderoy Lockhart the self insert writer, Pebble Potter (OC), minor Draco Malfoy/Gregory Goyle, Greg Goyle is good at sharing, implied/referenced monsterfucking, bathing/washing, adventure, mystery, on the run, runes, rituals, race against time, wanking, sex, ancient magic, getting together, brief suicidal thoughts, angst and fluff and smut, angst with a happy ending
Summary:
Harry Potter doesn't want to become an Auror. And Draco Malfoy would quite like to stay alive and out of harmâs way. Neither have any desire whatsoever to time-travel into the future, especially not with each other. But fate? Well, she has other plans.
A honk of appreciation from goose @citrusses:
You are not prepared for this time-traveling, mind-bending romance from the incredible Maesterchill! This is a fast-paced fic fueled by page-turning* (*browser-scrolling) action that still finds time to be packed with humour, scorching sex, and incredible character development. Harry's narration is pitch-perfect: the way he feels about Draco evolves from such a wonderfully prickly resentment (not to mention finding him frustratingly gorgeous) to something absolutely soul-consuming. I had such a wonderful time watching Maester build this magnum opus, and I am so excited for the rest of you to experience it!
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