#she ended up looking like that because that's how she's supposed to look!

[xazse]

helllooo! can i request hybrid goio x fem hybrid reader whos new to the house (geto adopted them^^) and reader and gojo have a good bond it hasnt really been much sexual (gojo doesnt know what sex is) until reader goes into heat and she ends up using one of her toys and leaving it on the bed when she went to go wash up or smth.. and gojo ends up smelling it and shit and they boombaya🤯

i had several strokes writing this thank u for listening 💔

Cw: SnowLeopard!Satoru x PuppyHybrid!Reader + fem!reader + heats + crying + mentions of Suguru

Hello!! I am sorry this took so long I hope you like this! And everyone else who’s been waiting more puppy!reader!!

Satoru and you were instantly locked together the first week you were brought to the house, he instantly fell in love with your jumpy fun personality, he freaking loves you so much. You and him do everything together, refusing to go anywhere without one another is absolute.

Suguru even has a hard time separating the two of you, he doesn’t try to but the on the occasion he needs to it’s the hardest thing in the world.

Like now, he’s had to have you completely separated from Satoru because he’s acting strangely, strange in the aspect that he’s started to sniff at you a lot more, Satoru will sit for hours just simply content with smelling you. Going on and on about there’s a sickly sweet smell coming from you, he has yet to place his finger on where the smell is coming, that was the cue for Suguru to throw you in a spare bedroom alone.

It’s absolute hell for you that week all the toys Suguru supplies you with become thrown against the wall in frustration, the tears on your part are endless as you beg Suguru for something he just can’t give you, all he can do is rub your soft fluffy ears and offer reassurance while you fuck yourself wild on your toy. The room is encased in a thick layer of just pure warmness, you’ve been going at it for at least a few hours, he feels terrible for not being able to fully understand what you’re going through.

Satoru’s still acting strangely, he’ll sit at your door and whine for his fun companion to come back out, but everytime he tries to open the door he’s quickly met with Suguru’s swift hand upon his, letting him know that you’re off limits for right now. He’ll trudge back into the living room with a sad sag of his shoulders looking back at your room with an even sadder expression, Suguru’s heart rips in half when those blue eyes look at him.

Ever so innocent Satoru is as hardheaded as they come, regardless when Suguru is sleep in the dead of night he slips out of the room and makes his way to yours, it’s been too long without a word from you and Suguru isn’t helping to calm his mind at all.

He tries your lock and finds it doesn’t budge, so with the smallest amount of strength he breaks it, he can already picture Suguru’s livid face going on and on about how expensive that’ll be to replace.

When he steps into the room he’s hit with a wave of a sweet smell, the same one he’s been smelling on you but it’s at an all time high now, he covers his nose but the smell still penetrates deep. He could turn around right now since he can hear your shower running but he hasn’t seen you in so long, how he is supposed to stay away without making sure you’ve been fine?

He makes his way towards your bathroom but something out of the corner of eye catches him, it’s on your bed and with his sense of smell he knows that’s where the scent is the strongest. His heady head tells him to get closer: to investigate. Without even properly thinking he’s walking towards the toy, he’s kneeling in front of it and with a slow cautious hand he’s picking it up.

Every sense of Satoru’s is immediately heightened as he zones in on it, his breath doesn’t seem to be keeping up all that well. He realizes he’s breathing out of his mouth rather than his nose, it smells so fucking good he can hardly contain himself, no he feels he won’t be able to contain himself if he doesn’t leave this room, his legs feels shaky when he grips the edge of the bed to help him stand.

He comes crashing right back down to the floor with the toy in hand, he sniffs at it, almost salivating. He’s never felt like this before, his body runs hot and feverish in almost an instant, now all his mind is telling him to do is to find you.

“Satoru?” You. Your voice travels within his ears and he’s really about to lose it, the short shorts and the mini tank top don’t help whatever this feeling is, he zones in on the droplets of water deploying from your body. You stare at him with an unreadable expression, a fire burns within your eyes as you realize what’s happening to him.

You don’t think he knows that his cock is standing at full attention, that his tail is swishing behind him like he’s looking at prey. You walk towards him as slow as you can and like a burning man Satoru stares so intensely, watching every step you take towards him, also feeling just as hot as he is.

You know Satoru’s strength is nothing to play with but the way his hips are meeting your ass are just downright stupid, ever since you laid your lips upon his he’s just been like an untamed animal, fucking into you for at least a good hour, he’s cum so many times but he recovers just as fast, pumping another unprotected load into you. You’re equally as slutty with the way your pussy grips onto him and pulls him right back into position.

The room smells like sweat, you know that. Your cunt has been begging for release like this since your awful heat had started and now she’s finally getting what she wants and is absolutely being greedy about it. Satoru kisses you just like a virgin would, messy and uncoordinated but you know he loves it, loves you and loves how good you’re making him feel.

His balls tighten once more and he spills liquid hot into you for the however time today.

He moans shamelessly in your ear, resting in the crook of your neck, begging for another release, he’s probably also begging for the hot feeling invading his being to stop as well, it’s all your fault, poor Satoru, he can’t stop the filt of his hips all because you and you’re heat but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

That bit where “you can’t possibly be (fill in the thing here) because you’re so smart!” thing has made me want to fist fight adults my whole life.

They usually meant it as a compliment but it always made me see red. I still see red when I hear someone say something similar about a kid now.

I’m dyslexic and was diagnosed as such in 2nd grade. I’m also convinced I’m autistic and ADHD but haven’t bothered to get a diagnosis as an adult.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TEACHERS WERE LIKE “I never would have guessed you were dyslexic!”? BITCH, YOU’VE HAD MY IEP SINCE BEFORE THE SCHOOL YEAR STARTED! DID YOU NOT READ IT?!

No. They didn’t. Not till I said something to force them to do their jobs.

The worst example was 7th grade French.

I’d been quiet about the fact that my French teacher was marking down my tests because my spelling wasn’t correct. My IEP specifically said “if it isn’t a spelling test, you can ask this kid to go back and fix it after the test, but spelling cannot count against their grade.” Anyway, I was used to it taking a few weeks before a teacher got around to reading my IEP because it was usually at the bottom of a large stack of them due to my last name being at the end of the alphabet. And one or two C’s at the beginning of the year wasn’t anything I couldn’t come back from.

Well… it never got corrected. He didn’t stop docking points for spelling.

After what I deemed was plenty of time to get his shit together, I confronted him about it.

Now, I’ll tell you, I was in an advanced French class that was designed to give gifted middle school kids a head start on their high school foreign language. We had to be recommended by name by the 5th/6th grade foreign language teacher to qualify for this class.

So I told him “you can’t lower my grade for spelling” and he said something along the lines of “that’s part of the point. It’s French.” And I was like “no, really. You can’t do this to me. I’m dyslexic.”

And guys. This grown ass man looked at a 13 year old kid and with his full chest said “I wasn’t supposed to have any of you in this class.”

Any of you.

It’s a good thing I was already mad or that would have made me cry.

I’d been othered plenty in my life up till then for being weird, clearly a baby queer, having a mom that called teachers out for not using standard English, being dyslexic, etc. This was just the first time that a teacher had been that blatant about it to my face. No attempt of being politically correct or gentle or anything. No, “I never would have guessed!” as a way to try and make it a compliment.

Just flat out “you are not supposed to be here. You are not good enough or smart enough to be here. You existing has made my life harder when you weren’t allowed to do so.”

I marched out of his class and went straight to the Special Ed teacher who’s “class” (it was really a study hall for kids who had a learning disability of some variety and needed the extra help or was at least entitled to it by the state) I had right after French. I would usually use that time to finish my homework so I wouldn’t have to do it at home. Sometimes my homework was already done so I’d help the other kids. The teacher would check in with me to make sure I didn’t need any help, but I never did.

Well, now I needed help.

She could tell I was mad because I’m not subtle and, ya know, the previous class hadn’t ended yet. She asked what was wrong and I didn’t mince words. She told me to stay put and then she marched out of the room.

I wish I’d followed her. I can only imagine the new asshole she ripped him.

Sure enough, statring the next day, every little bit of my IEP was being followed to the letter in French class. From my spelling not counting to the jerk using a microphone for my hearing and sticking me in the back of the class with the speaker instead of just turning one desk 90° and letting me sit there.

I fought for the desk instead of the microphone but he was following the IEP so I didn’t win that one. Besides, now that my needs were being met, I was getting some of the best grades in the class, and therefore belonged in the back “privileged smart kids” seats that he’d put me in.

(Yes, the man segregated his rows by your class grade. We all knew who was doing well and who wasn’t by where he sat you.)

On the bright side, I met a good friend by sitting in the back.

He wasn’t an employee at the school when I returned for 8th grade.

Anyway.

Gifted kids just get neglected because the school feels they can get away with it. They don’t react well when theres a gifted kid with an IEP and knows not to let them get away with it.

They treat those kids like shit. They tell those kids they are special and the future but also that they are a burden and shouldn’t be with the actually smart and special children.

These kids bounce back and forth between class rooms full of other neglected gifted kids and class rooms full of other neglected special needs kids. In the former they are treated like the dead weight and in the latter they are treated like the teacher’s assistant so the teacher doesn’t have to help the one kid who needs the most help in the class, because “they’ll get that kid through this group project. It’s fine.”

These children and bored to tears in one scenario and ripping their hair out from frustration in the other.

Not smart enough and too smart all at once. Out smarting the adults around you but somehow never doing well enough to get all A’s.

Constantly battling the teachers, good and bad over your needs.

Watching your friends fall through the cracks because they weren’t lucky enough to have a parent who worked in this system and taught them how to fight it. Watching some of them deem themselves stupid when they AREN’T but everything is telling them they are and they’ve stopped trying and other friends never learn the basic skills like note taking because they read in class and still get good grades.

Neither one of these friends knowing the point of school is to learn and not to pass tests because the school is telling them it’s all about grades and tests and so you watch all of your friends lack the actual knowledge they’re supposed to be gaining.

“You’re supposed to give me the multiple choice questions.” “You asked me to help you study. If you can’t answer the question without the multiple choice, you don’t know the answer.” Non of the other gifted kids at the table seeing my point and the other kids in our friend group saying “this is why I don’t bother.”

Our school system is so fucked.

That is all.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

[mywritersmind]

ONE YEAR PRIOR - LN4

summary : a lovely request and kinda another part/a year prior to WE’RE LIVE!! some bits and bobs of how lando and y/n came to be.

listen up : friends to lovers! drinking! swearing! MUAHH

words : 2753

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bahrain.

Of fucking course.

It’s my first day, my very first grand prix, ten minutes until my first interview, and I'm fucking lost! Jesus, Why is this paddock so huge!?

Oh my god. Oh my god. I start freaking out more and more as the minutes tick down. I tried calling my boss but she declined it! All I can think about is how embarrassing of a first day this is.

I’m pacing the hallway I found and don’t even realize that someone is staring at me until I look up. I’m met with a head of curls and a british accent. “Are you alright?” Holy fuck.

Lando Norris is standing at the end of the hallway, his face suit unzipped and water in hand. His face looks worried which makes me stand up straighter and remember that he’s looking for an answer.

“Yup!” Is all I can say. What the hell is wrong with me?

He clearly doesn’t believe me because he walks closer, “Are you sure? You’re in the McLaren hospitality and i’m guessing-” he looks down at my paddock pass that says MEDIA on it, then up to me, “That you’re not supposed to be.”

“Okay i’m so lost.” I cringe and fiddle with my necklace.

“Good to know you’re not here to spy.” He laughs a bit and nods to the door, “Where you headed, I can help.”

I thank him just about a million times by the time we get to where i’m supposed to be, five minutes early. “I really appreciate it, it’s my first day and all the nerves got the better of me I guess…”

He listens to everything I yap about with a smile on his face. “First day? That’s big.” I thank him again once I see Carlos Sainz walking in, my subject for this evening. Just when i’m about to walk away, he stops me, “You know, you could thank me by going out with me tonight.”

I’m so shocked that it’s hard to hide my wide eyes, “Um…”

“Y/n!” my boss calls me, when I look over at her, Carlos Sainz is smiling at me.

“I gotta-” So I got to my interview on time, but definitely didn’t stop myself from getting embarrassed.

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saudi arabia

My first Grand Prix might have been saved by a curly headed brunette, but my second is all me. I’m feeling much more comfortable in the environment and have made many friends!

I thank my younger self everyday for working so hard because this is the best job ever.

“Y/n!” I know the voice all too well now. My boss walks up to me in red bottoms and a smile, “Schedule change! You’re with Norris in five.”

So the man may have tried to talk to me multiple times in passing, but I was honestly so shook at his date offer that I convinced myself it was a joke.

And ignoring anything I'm not sure about is definitely in my playbook.

The interview goes fine, he’s polite and maybe a little teasing, but it’s the way he looks at me that throws me. I’m honestly too scared to even look at the footage because fuck his eyes are insane.

The second the interview is finished and the camera is flipped off, he steps closer to me, “What are you doing tonight?”

I raise a brow, “Going to dinner with some friends.”

“I still want to take you out.” God he’s cute.

“You don’t even know me.” I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s what dates are for. And I know enough. I followed your instagram.” I roll my eyes at the piece of information I'd forgotten. “Come on.”

“Do you always get everything you want?” I cross my arms.

“That depends if you say yes or not.”

I hum and pat his shoulder, “Well this is a perfect opportunity to have a new experience!”

He looks at my hand as if it betrayed him, “You’re saying no?”

“I’m saying all I know about you is gossip magazines and your previous seasons on track. Plus I'm not dating a driver.”

“You wouldn’t be dating a driver, you’d be dating a nice man who likes photography and his company and who thinks you're completely gorgeous.”

Maybe I blushed a bit, “I- I still don’t know you well enough.”

He sticks out his hand, “I’m Lando Norris. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I sigh and shake it, “Y/n.”

“You got a last name?”

“Are you really pretending like you don’t know it?” He smirks and shrugs, “Y/n L/n.”

“I would like you to know that you’re right, I like to get what I want because i’m extremely determined and very competitive.” I laugh at this.

“Who are you competing with?”

“I guarantee that if I don’t take you out, someone else will.”

I shake my head and close my bag, “I don’t date drivers.”

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australia

One of my favorite people to interview might surprise some but he makes me laugh in a dry sort of humor that I understand. Oscar Piastri smiles at me as he crosses the busy paddock, sighing a hat and snapping a selfie with a fan.

While one McLaren boy is trying to date me, the other is befriending me. “How’s your day goin?” He starts walking with me and signing things until we get into a closed off area.

“It’s hot and I'm tired, but otherwise good!” I’ve been here for about a week and am sporting a nice tan around the paddock.

“Are you free tonight? No matter how today goes I need a drink.”

I laugh, “You asking me out too, Piastri?”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Some people are coming back to my house, you can leave with Lily if you want!”

And that is how I ended up at Oscar Piastris family home with half of his family, friends, and of course, Lando Norris.

I start downing my drink faster when I see Lando approach me. Not because I want to be inebriated while talking to him, but because I might need to be. He looks good. Like jaw dropping tear jerkingly attractive.

I know he’s hot, I'm not stupid. The media is all over him about it and multiple of my friends have asked if I've met him and Carlos. Yet still, he’s different when he’s not in front of cameras.

“Heard you made Max cry, nice.” He’s in jeans and some band tee, looking quite relaxed with a beer in his hand.

“I did not!” Sort of wish I did though, “Nice racing today, i’m surprised you’re not celebrating with Carlos.”

He shrugs, “Gotta support Osc.” I smile at the nickname, “Plus I love his family. Have you met Lily?”

I nod eagerly, “She’s so sweet! We drove together here.”

“Shame I didn’t know you were coming, could have given you a ride.” I look away from him with a smile on my face. Oscar's backyard is huge. I often forget that all of these men grew up with money and then just made more of it.

There’s a pool, jacuzzi, and two little dogs running around on the grass. Oscar calls both of our names, “Tacos are ready!”

I sit with Lily in the kitchen until we’re both done eating. The sun is set now and I'm completely wiped. While she goes to find Oscar, I wander back outside and find Lando on the grass with the dogs around him.

He’s flat on his back with the little white one licking his face. I sit down silently across from him as the other climbs into my lap and when I laugh, Lando practically gets whiplash.

“Y/n.” He wipes his face as the dog continues trying to bite his arm. “Are you willingly sitting with me?”

“I will get up.”

He shuts his mouth.

We talked for two hours that night and didn’t realize until Oscar came and told us to get out.

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japan

I find myself around Lando a suspicious amount. One could say it’s because we work in the same environment! I would say that it’s because he takes every free moment to find me.

I think we’ve come to an understanding of true friends. He’s honestly hilarious and isn’t harassing me by asking me out. Though he still finds ways to sneak in the fact that he fancies me, It doesn’t bother me and I feel like he’s doing it for laughs now.

We walk together while Lando goes on and on about random shit, probably on track drama that I'm too tired to listen to. All the traveling is starting to catch up to me.

“No.” Is the one thing that I understand from Lando at this moment. That and the fact that he’s dragging me backwards, “Fuck.”

“What!?” I squeal as I turn to walk the same way as him, his hand still on my arm as he looks forward.

“My ex.” Is all he has to say to make me follow him.

“Give me the dirt now!” I laugh and practically run after him.

“Shut up.” His face is red.

“Oh my god you’re actually blushing!” he eyes me, “What’d she do to you?”

He shakes his head and turns into the McLaren garage, pulling me with, “Why is she here!?”

I laugh as he tugs me up the stairs and into his driver room, “Or what did you do to her?” I stay in the doorway as he paces.

“No fuck!” He groans and does not answer my question.

“She cheated?” He shakes his head, “You cheated?” he looks offended. “Christ what is it that’s got you so shaken up-”

He stops finally, turning towards me and ends up far too close, “She broke my heart.”

Oh.

He sighs and leans against the door frame, his forearm braced against the top as he zones out. “Hey.” I put my hand on his other arm, “Fuck her then.”

He looks at me curiously, then at my hand on him, I don’t move it. “Right…”

“I’m serious. All ex’s suck and they show up at the worst moments but one thing will always fix it.” He raises a brow, “Doughnuts.”

A smile creeps onto his face, “I think I love you.”

I push him away but he keeps his hand on the doorframe, smiling wide now. “Everyone does.”

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china

I’m out with Lando, Oscar, Carlos, Max, Alex, and their girlfriends, and am crying laughing from how drunk Max is.

Maybe I'm a little drunk myself, just enough where I'm leaning into Lando’s side. He’s a few drinks in but only tipsy, I'm pretty sure he’s looking over our group tonight.

I danced with both Lily’s for so long that I had to take off my heels and the second the clock struck 1am, I was done.

I end up back at the hotel with Lando, my heels in his hand as we walk to the elevator. “I’m really happy.” I say, smiling wide as Lando presses the up button.

He raises his brows, smiling down at me, “Yeah? You look it.”

“I’m also fucking cold.” Without another word, Lando strips his jacket off and puts it around my shoulders. I’m wearing a tight black dress which I know is the reason why Lando’s been hanging around me all night, but I feel much better with his jacket on me.

We get into the elevator, it’s huge and cold against my feet, with mirrored walls that I immediately check my hair in.

Once the doors close, Lando tugs my hair from behind. I eye him in the mirror, “Prick.”

He just smiles.

I’ve become accustomed to his smile. It only makes my heart beat really fast sometimes.

This is one of those times.

I stand next to him and follow his eyes, they’re watching the floor numbers go up. I smile softly to myself, realizing why i’m so happy right now.

I look up at his side profile, his jaw straight and a curl falling into his face. He’s so unexpected and someone I know so well at the same time. I don’t usually become so close with someone so fast, yet here we are.

Four months ago I would never let him walk me back to my room after any alcohol was consumed, and now he’s holding my heels and I'm wearing his jacket.

“Hey Lan?” I blink, my heart beating faster at the closer my floor gets.

He looks at me, his eyes so soft and maybe a little distracted, “Yeah?” I don’t know how I mustered up the courage to kiss him. I just did it.

I grabbed his face and pulled him down to me and the next thing I knew, the doors were opening and I was bolting out.

I only looked back once. All I saw was the doors closing in front of Lando, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

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miami

He hasn’t texted me. I haven’t texted him. We haven’t talked. I haven’t interviewed him or even seen him in the paddock.

I think i’ve utterly and fully fucked myself.

I kissed him because I couldn’t think of another way to explain how I felt, but now I'm regretting it because I've lost my new friend.

Tomorrow is media day and as hard as I've tried to get an early sleep, I’m still awake at midnight. I’m suddenly even more awake when a knocking comes from my door.

I pull on a hoodie since I wasn’t wearing any top, and tiptoe to the door. The second I look through the peephole, my heart rate goes up.

I swing the door open in confusion and worry. Lando Norris has his hands braced against the door frame, one on each side, and a droopy look on his face. “Y/n!” He brightens when he sees me.

“The fuck are you doing, Norris?”

“Whad am I doin? What are you doin!?” He groans and I realize he’s drunk, “You’re so confuse me!”

He pushes past me and stomps around my room like a child, “I thought we were friends but you hate me!”

I shut the door behind me, “I- I don’t hate you…”

“You do. You fuck with my head.” He whines then points to his chest, “And my heart.”

“Lan…”

“Don’t ‘Lan’ me, fuck! I love your voice.” I have never been more confused, “I like you!”

I cross my arms, “Why are you drunk Lando?”

“You! You did this. You fucker.” He mumbles the last part which I raise a brow at. What the hell? “Stop distracting me!” He’s still slurring his words but is now focusing on my face, “I like you! A wholeeeee lot and you play and play and kiss me! You kissed me.”

I tighten my arms around myself, “I’m sorry..?”

“Fuck don’t apologize!” He walks closer, “You’re just so- lalalala to everyone and I want you to be like tadaaaa with just me. But you hate me.”

“Lan I don’t have you! Why would you think that?”

“Because you kissed me and left! You regret it.”

“No!” I say quick, “Lan I don’t.”

“So then why won’t you say yes to me? I wanted to be right and gentle man like but you had to go and fucking kiss me and make me boom!” I can’t help but laugh at his sound effects.

“Lando…” I walk closer, taking his hand and walking him to my bed. He sits with a huff. “I didn’t mean to leave so fast. I was just scared.”

“You were scared? I thought I might die on that elevator.” He holds my hand tight in his, examining it. “You’re so pretty.”

I smile, “Ask me again, Lando.”

He frowns, “Huh?”

“Ask me out again.”

“Oh! Is this a trick?” He whispers. I shake my head, “Will you go out with me?”

“I would love to.”

He sits up and leans in closer, “I thought you don’t date drivers…”

I kiss his cheek softly, “I’ll make an exception.”

He smiles at the kiss and leans his head against my shoulder, “I’ll kiss you on Tv some time… when it’s live.”

I laugh out loud, “God, Lando, please don’t. You’ll get me fired!”

“I’ll get you views.”

I shake my head and run my hand through his hair, “For the record, I think you’re really beautiful too.”

[ryoshiwaah]

⸝ ⸝The Love List ୭ ˚.

ʚ🌷Warnings: swear words, slight angst, spelling mistakes bc I wrote this in different days, misunderstandings, making out? idk what i wrote, established relationship.

ʚ💌Genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers!

ʚ Pairing: non-idol!Haerin x fem!reader

ʚ Synopsis: Haerin made a list of dates ideas after thinking you were bored of her.

ʚ🎀Starring: Bbangsaz as your gay friends & Banggeul (Haerin's dog)

ʚ w.c: 6.4k

ʚ tags: @chokili, @jaikoyaki

ʚ🧺a/n: This was supposed to be a Valentine's special but I got too caught up in the idea and didn't make it in time, plus, I made it for choki (and jai). It's rushed at the end so pretend to be blind!!

Haerin didn’t like going out, unlike you, her day was peacefully spent studying, watching a movie or eating junk food. Since she started dating you her life changed for the better – you were a breath of fresh air: spontaneous, energetic and determined to try something new at least once a month.

Keeping up with your life was not easy for her, but Haerin put a lot of effort into being a good and supportive girlfriend. Though, she still felt like something was off, especially during your dates.

Even a blind person could see that lounging on the couch wasn’t your favorite thing in the world – Haerin noticed your sighs or how your eyes would slowly close during a movie night. if at first she thought you were just tired, the constant yawning and silence from your part didn’t sit right with her.

The situation had to end, so she spent a whole day to fulfill one of your biggest dreams.

You mentioned it a few months prior while taking a walk with her and Banggeul (her dog), it was something along the lines of – “I want to write a bucket list about dates ideas, but in alphabetical order.”

Sure, your suggestion was just… well, a suggestion. A little test to get a reaction out of your girlfriend – “If you want to…”

Which resulted in failure.

To you, because your girlfriend’s cat brain started running and after hours of thinking and screaming internally and regretting every life decision, she finally made the list.

“Here.” Weeks later she offered you a little envelope, it was pink and had some heart stickers on it. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, firstly looking at your girlfriend, who was avoiding eye contact, her ears red, and then at the piece of paper.

Careful not to rip it, you opened the letter and found a folded piece of striped paper, it looked like a bucket list from what you could see; your doubts became a happy reality when you unfolded the paper to reveal the list Haerin wrote.

“Babe, this is…” 

Your voice died in your throat from the surprise. She remembered? – You felt your cheeks growing hotter, a red tint spreading across your entire face. 

“You don’t like it?” – “I used the glitter pen you like for the hearts, I tho-”

To interrupt her worried rant was your hug, that she quickly returned, a somewhat pleased smile making its way on her lips “I take this as a yes then.”

“I love it!” You exclaimed with an enthusiastic expression – “But did you write… where is it- Oh! here.”

You turned the paper towards her, pointing to the letter W, in response she tilted her head. 

“Whalemart?” She asked in confusion as if you were the one who wrote the letter.

“Did you misspell Walmart?” You laughed, quickly taking a picture of the mistake, Haerin, noticing your action, tried to snatch your phone but you pulled away just in time.

“Ha! You wished you could be as fast as me, Kang Haerin.”

She gave you a glare that she kept for 5 seconds before bursting into laughter — “You’re so childish.”

◻ A - Arcade

It was a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend dragged you out of the house and into the car, she didn’t give you a chance to go back inside and change so your fate was sealed: you got out of the house with the most childish shoes you’ve ever worn, a pair of bright yellow crocs that made a cartoon-like sound after every step.

Begging didn’t work, Haerin was firm on taking you out – “You look cute.” She said, eyes on the road as she drove to the nearest arcade.

“I look like a duck.” You retorted with a grumble, crossing your arms while staring at the reason for your shame. “Why are they so bright!!” You whined, hitting your feet on the car mat, making your girlfriend giggle.

“A cute duck throwing a tantrum, that’s new.”

“You’re lucky we’ve arrived–” 

“It’s going to be fine, nobody will notice your adorable shoes, ducky.”

Your head snapped to the side as you gave Haerin a death glare, daring her to repeat what she just said.

“Is there something on my face?” She asked innocently, almost too much. You felt mocked but before you could speak, your girlfriend gave you a peck on the lips; soon enough, the anger died down while you melted into a puddle.

“Idiot.” You muttered before getting out of the car and basically running towards the arcade.

——👾 

The bright neon colours made your eyes squint for a few seconds, you interlocked your fingers with Haerin’s after she finally caught up to you.

“You’re fast.” she panted, already feeling tired after the small run — “And you’re not athletic at all.”

“We’re not here for that, come on.” she ignored the comment, tugging on your hand to lead you inside.

The atmosphere of the arcade was something you’ve never seen before, for example, hanging from the ceilings were little ghosts from the Pac-Man game making you smile as you pointed at a green and pink near each other.

“Babe look! That’s us as pixel ghosts!” 

Your infectious smile and overall your joyous tone, made a few head turns. 

“I’m the green one?” She asked now looking up at the silly decorations too.

“Of course, you love green.” 

“Yeah but-” She started, a mischievous glint making its way in her eyes — “today you look more like Pac-Man.” Haerin smirked, pointing to your bright yellow shoes.

You stood there for a moment, conflicted, as you considered two things: laughing at your girlfriend’s mean joke or wiping away that stupid and adorable expression with a punch.

You opted for none of the two because Haerin kissed your cheek, mumbling an apology — she also bought you a pack of candy shortly after.

——👾

“Please please please!” 

You were currently clinging to Haerin’s arm, pulling her towards one of the claw machines she refused to play to since they were a “money stealing technique”.

All your attempts at convincing her weren’t working, bringing her food, kisses, compliments – Nothing. So you decided to use your last ace up your sleeve: attention.

“Don’t raise your voice, people will look.” Her tone was serious, an underlying hint of worry in it.

Bingo. 

“Then win me something at the claw machine.”

She stared at you, watching as your puppy eyes grew more and more adorable, it was infuriating how she could be weakened by them.

After she exhaled a deep sigh, you knew you won her acceptance and basically sprinted towards the machine, your shoes making funny sounds in the process.

Did Haerin regret bringing you to the arcade? Absolutely not. 

She was loving every second of it, not missing for a second the way your eyes lit up after she won you that cat plushie you were eyeing moments before, or how you went silent the moment you started focusing on the pac-man game, sticking out your tongue and then groaning as you lost after the second round.

That day you tried every game at the arcade, winning tickets over tickets just to take home a little fish tank that seemed empty. You like the aesthetic and Haerin like seeing you happy with it.

A win is a win.

You discovered hours later that the tank was actually not so empty, a little goldfish lived there. He was named Ducky, the same nickname your girlfriend had given you earlier.

◻  B - Breakfast in bed

Since the last date went smoother than oil, Haerin decided to keep following the list and bring you breakfast in bed.

First thing first, to complete her mission she had to silently wake up. Easy. She was naturally quiet. Though, her dog wasn’t. 

Haerin was more worried about waking up Banggeul than you, but once she reached the safe zone, also known as the kitchen, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned against the counter to search for breakfast inspiration on the internet, but when it was clear that all the dishes were too complicated, she opted for a classic: pancakes.

She took out the few ingredients needed and started to do the batter, careful not to make too much noise – Her heart almost stopped when she knocked over a cup, but thank god it fell on the carpet that silenced any further sound.

Haerin hummed a tune while waiting for the food to cook, she looked at you from outside the bedroom, sprawled on the bed, snoring and mumbling something under your breath. 

‘I love her…’ Haerin thought, smiling to herself.

The oven turning off brought her back to reality and she forced herself to look away.

——🥞

Twenty minutes later, you opened your eyes to the smell of pancakes and the sound of your girlfriend’s soft voice. “Sleepyhead wake up, I brought you breakfast.”

You rubbed your eyes, groggily sitting up – “Hm… What?” your voice was low as you recovered from your sleepy state. 

“I said I brought you breakfast in bed.” 

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at your girlfriend with a fond, thankful smile.

“Rinnie… I love you so much, thank you.”

The trail was placed on your lap, while Haerin kissed your forehead, mumbling something about you being cute. When you saw her walking out of the room, you called her – “Babe! Are you leaving me to eat these all alone?”

Okay, she didn't think about herself at all. Shit.

“Those are your pancakes.” She muttered, fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie.

“And you’re my girlfriend, so get your ass over here and eat with me.”

Haerin did, she practically jumped on the bed and snuggled up to your side demanding to be fed, which you did. 

Nonetheless, the next day you cooked breakfast for her and almost burned down the apartment.

◻  C - (Cat) Café date☕️

Having two pets wasn’t enough, you wanted a cat, a real one. Despite Haerin being against it (for obvious reasons), she followed you to the cat café you had chosen to adopt a kitty.

As you entered, the smell of cookies and fluffiness became noticeable in your nostrils, making you feel cozy and more excited to see your future son or daughter.

Haerin’s eyes wandered around the place catching a glimpse of the kitties that roamed around the little café: they looked so tiny, almost like little balls of fur. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want to adopt them all.

One of the cuties went near Haerin’s foot, trying to climb on her shoe — she noticed him once the little guy meowed, it was more like a soft sound than anything but yeah, he was complaining.

His yellow eyes and black fur weren’t what captivated the girl’s and other customer’s eyes, but a small patch of white hair that made him look like an adorable work of art. It was like a painter dragged his brush on the kitten’s back, drawing what looked like a heart.

The girl crouched down gently lifting him up, holding the fur ball in her hands. At that very moment, you finished ordering your coffee and cookies so the cashier turned to Haerin, smiling when she saw your girlfriend holding the kitten.

“And for you miss?” The worker, a lady in her twenties, asked with a soothing tone.

Haerin stared at the woman for a few seconds, then looked down at the kitty and then back at her. 

“I want this one.” 

——☕️

Meow, that’s how your girlfriend decided to name the kitty, spent the rest of the date with the two of you, mostly on Haerin’s lap, purring and getting cuddles.

He was the total opposite of the puppy waiting for you at home.

Concentrating was hard mostly because you couldn’t stop admiring the beauty in front of you — often, Haerin would look up to find your gaze already on her.

“Focus.” She then proceeded to mutter, writing in her notebook numbers that didn’t make sense anymore.

“I’m focused.” Your eyes were still on her.

“I mean on the homework, dummy.”

Again with the nicknames, this girl called you anything except Y/n. She seemed to have grown bolder day by day.

You took a sip of your coffee, which by the way was delicious, and returned to write in your own notebook. “Hey, what’s the answer for number six?” — “x= 5/3.”

A huff left your lips as you slouched back on the chair, head tilting back to look as dramatic as possible; Haerin remained unfazed by the familiar display.

“I got it wrong again.” 

Your girlfriend finally looked up at you and suddenly had an idea: she took Meow in her arms and stood up to place the kitten on your lap.

“He can help you focus.”

She sat back down with a proud smirk playing on her face. Haerin got like that every time she felt like a great partner — how she loved knowing her actions made you feel better or simplified your situation.

“Thanks, I can already feel the motivation coming back.”

You joked, letting the kitten for the first time that day. “He’s really soft.” Your eyes were wide in surprise, your voice a little too loud for the poor Meow who let out another complaining noise.

“Ah- sorry buddy…” You patted his head “…go back to sleep.”

——☕️

Once the three of you came back home, Banggeul started sniffing your legs like crazy, sometimes barking as if demanding explanations.

Like, why would you two go to a place full of cats? Millions of animals in the world and you chose cats. Traitors.

Haerin had to calm him down while you reassured her, as best as you could, that Meow would be safe if she just gave both cat and dog time to get used to living with each other.

In fact, you were right.

During the first week Banggeul and Meow slept in the same spot at the end of your bed and played together without any problems — except when they knocked over a vase, or when the doggo stole the kitten’s food or again, when Meow tripped in Ducky’s tank.

Those were hard times.

“I never imagined we’d be having a family like this.” You whispered one night while being snuggled up against your girlfriend, one of her hands playing with your hair — “I did, many times.” She admitted, burying her face into your soft locks. “That’s how much I love you…and maybe even more.”

◻  D - Double dates 

“Hanni and Minji are already there, hurry up!”

Haerin’s voice rang in the bedroom from the depths of the other side of your apartment startling not only you, but also the puppy, who started to bark and run around uncontrollably.

He was way too energetic, even at times, when he got 5 minutes of sleep — unlike Haerin, his social battery was constantly full and needed little to no recharges.

“Here we go again…” You muttered, returning to fix your smudged lipstick, mentally smirking at the sight you would be soon witnessing.

“Ugh! Please Banggeul stop-” 

Of course Haerin didn’t want to deal with yet another noise complaint so she gave up in trying to calm him down and gave the puppy a dog treat — they made his breath smell like he had just eaten a corpse, but at least they did the job she was failing at: making him quiet down.

“Are you ready?”

Your girlfriend’s head popped out from the doorframe, her right hand covering her eyes just in case you were naked or something — it was adorable how she was still so shy even after being together for almost a year.

“Yes, yes love.”

She stayed there, her hand glued to her eyes until you moved it away, causing a squeal to escape from Haerin’s lips. “You can look, I’m all dressed up.” — her eyes briefly looked at you before she completely turned red.

“Hm hm I know.” An awkward laugh resonating in the small space left between the two of you — “Pretty…” You muttered, towering over her, heels were indeed a good choice.

With the height by your side it was easy to steal a kiss from Haerin, but if one wasn’t enough, two were too much from you to keep your lips away from hers — You were already late, so who cares?

Minji and Hanni, they cared. So much that your phone started buzzing a few moments after your third? maybe fourth kiss — Annoyed, you grabbed the device, backed up from Haerin and answered the call.

“What?” Your tone reflected your annoyance, but at that moment it wasn’t important — “Yah don’t get all pissy with me, Y/n. Hurry up or we’re ordering.”

Hanni’s naturally high voice made you roll your eyes, but to calm you down was your girlfriend, who took the phone and talked.

“We’re going to be there in five, Han.” She quickly retorted before hanging up.

Her face was a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Being interrupted was the last thing she desired that night, the first one you can imagine.

——🔗

In the end you managed to arrive at the fancy restaurant and eat the food the other couple had previously ordered since they were starving, Hanni blamed you and your detailed make-up, while Minji just winked at Haerin, making her want to sink to the floor and never get out.

The date was going smoothly, raising Haerin’s initial mood about the hangout: being the shy girl she is made it difficult for her to enter in the conversation without resulting awkward or weird — even with her own friends.

But your presence made it all better. 

Haerin held your hand under the wooden table, her thumb caressing the back of your hand; she gently squeezed your fingers in her palm from time to time, making sure you were still there, by her side.

Whenever it was your turn to talk she would stare at you through her lashes, her eyes trying to memorise every little movement your facial muscles did — ‘She’s so gorgeous.’ Her brain could only process compliments that she silently concentrated into her love struck gaze.

‘She’s whipped.’

Minji mentally said, looking at Haerin with a teasing but fond smile. It was rare seeing Haerin so invested in a conversation, so she kept silent and rested her head on Hanni’s shoulder, listening to whatever you two were ranting about.

——🔗

Coming back to a dark apartment were you and Haerin right after the double date. 

When you finished eating, Minji suggested grabbing a drink or two at a bar near the restaurant. The place opened 3 weeks before and many said customer service was great, so why not?

If only Haerin knew she’d be carrying your drunk ass into the house, the heels you previously wore, in her hands, she would’ve refused. 

“Haerinnie! You’re so strong~” 

The slurred, flirty words, brought a strong feeling of embarrassment to your girlfriend; she ignored them and you, switching the lights on with her elbow, almost dropping you in the process.

Scared, your arms wrapped around her, eyes shutting instantly – “Am I alive?!”

“Yes, scaredy cat. The drinks are really messing with your brain if you thought I’d let you fall.”

You giggled, tilting your head up to kiss her soft cheek – Your thumb caressed the spot you had just kissed, or better, marked with your red lipstick. The movement only smudged it more, but instead of stopping, you made sure Haerin’s cheek became more red.

“You’re impossible.” 

Half exhausted and half amused by your childish behaviour, she managed to get you to bed. Her plan was to change into something more comfortable and then cuddle you to sleep, but alcohol blurred your train of thoughts — next thing she knew, you pulled Haerin down on the bed.

“Goodnight!” 

Haerin squirms in your arms, trying to free herself, but your grip is too tight – it gets worse when your legs wrap around her body like a snake that had caught its prey.

Your girlfriend eventually gives up at the first snore that comes out of your mouth, her body finally relaxing and basking in the comfort and warmth of your embrace.

“Goodnight, love.” She whispered, eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep.

◻  E - Escape Room

“I found it!” 

“Finally–” 

“Shut up, I told you it was under the damned rug.”

You held a blue key, the one you had searched for during the past 10 minutes, in your hand like it was the most expensive treasure ever. You suddenly raised the object in the air, causing a ‘swoosh’ sound to add coolness to your action.

“This key will give me the power to open that door!” 

Your voice was loud and your tone demonstrated how determined you were about this whole thing, a finger pointing dramatically at the white, wooden door in the middle of one of the four walls.

Haerin could only do a side eye, laughing softly when you cringed at yourself.

“Cool, open the door then.”

“Don’t look at me like that! I’m trying to be cool.”

“You’re as cool as a duck with sunglasses, darling.”

“Weirdo. But thank you, I appreciate the compliment. Ducks with sunglasses are dope.”

The funny banter between you and your girlfriend was making each member of the staff laugh like an idiot. If you thought of something, Haerin did the opposite – If you were right, she was also right. 

Confusing, yes, just like the puzzle that presented itself to you two once you managed to open the door and find yet another one of those walls with nothing on it.

“Again?!”

You yelled in frustration while Haerin cursed under her breath, sitting down on one of the chairs in the room.

You looked around trying to find a combination, an alleged missing piece or a gear— anything that would be useful.

“Last time it was a lever, remember? You pulled it down and the wall lowered.”

“I don’t see a lever anywhere.” The seated girl answered, her gaze focusing on nothing in particular.

She sneaked a peak or two at you, only to look back when she remembered she had to help too. 

The escape room was lasting way too long for her liking, she was hungry and her brain was way too tired to let her be smart. Then, like a surge of intelligence, she squinted her eyes while looking at a painting on top of the geared door.

Getting up, she walked to it, staring at the red, blinking dot. She glanced at you, who was moving furniture around, searching for a clue to unlock the door — Turning back to the painting, she decided to move it away from the wall.

Haerin eyes locked with the camera hidden behind the framed art, she remained indifferent at the sight since the staff made it clear: surveillance cameras would be scattered across the rooms to make sure no one got hurt or forgotten.

Bored, she decided to mess with the staff who were probably watching. Her face got so close to the lens that her lashes touched the curved glass. She blinked before intensely stare at it — “Hello…” Haerin whispered.

“My girlfriend wants to go to the other room. Lower the wall.”

No response came from the other side, she glanced at the concrete blocking the way but it didn’t budge, not even a little bit.

“Hmm.” 

her gaze shifted back to the camera but this time she stayed like that for more than just a few seconds – Her eyes were almost unblinking like a demon or something outworldly, enough to put pressure on the staff watching.

“We should comply, this girl might curse us.” One said, not daring to even glance at the monitor where Haerin’s face was the main topic.

“The point of an escape room is to escape, Dylan. Don’t be a pussy, she’ll go away.” The other replied, not admitting that the sight on the top left monitor was disturbing – Haerin remained there, making you wonder if she had gone crazy or if she was trying to help.

“She’s not moving, bro.”

“...”

“What if she’s actually going to curse us?”

“Dylan, we’re in a fucking surveillance room, and it’s not like the camera has our names on it. She can’t hear or see us either so calm do–”

“I lowered the wall.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

—— 🗝️

The wall lowering and letting you pass wasn’t part of the game and you were aware of it. Haerin did something for sure, and it had to do with whatever she was looking at moments prior.

You followed her on the other side of the opened door, clutching her sleeve when the bright lights turned off due to the lightbulb falling to the ground right in front of you.

“Huh? Is this part of the game?”

The question hung in the air, Haerin reached for her phone and turned on the flashlight – “I think so, the terms talked about falling objects, but I didn’t think they were referring to glass ob–”

She interrupted herself, pointing the bright light firstly to your face, then down to your body. “The glass didn’t reach you, right?” A protective hand caressed your face before moving it left and right, Haerin was still making sure you weren’t hurt – “Haerin I’m fine, the glass was two kilometers away.” Even though she didn’t appreciate the sarcastic tone, your girlfriend nodded and muttered a small “Alright.”

For the next 23 minutes you searched for clues in the dimly lit room, bumping into each other so many times that you lost count. 

To snap you back from your little world made of keys and clues, was Haerin and her hand on your shoulder, which also scared you and caused you to hit her hand with your phone.

“Ow! It’s me-” – “Get the fuck away!!” You screamed in terror at the alleged monster.

Your right arm, the one with the phone, swung in front of you like crazy – “Y/n it’s me.”

And just like they started, the screaming stopped and you finally looked up, pointing the flashlight to none other than your girlfriend.

“Yeah, I- I know…” You stood up from your crouched position, sweeping the dust away from your shoulder.

“I found a button.” Haerin explained, leading you there by taking your hand. “I think it’s the last room, so let’s press it together.”

God, this girl was so sweet you might get cavities, she thought about everything, even the smallest thing. Haerin made you feel seen and taken care of — that reminded you of why you were here.

The list she had made for you to make sure you were having fun while hanging out with her.

That was the moment you realised how much Haerin really changed from the first time you two met: a casual encounter at the park, you were in kindergarten and yet she was the only one to do everything alone.

Each one of your classmates were either freaked out or forgot about her presence, and since the teacher was too occupied with her work to deal with the situation, she ignored it.

After being left out by every person she encountered, Haerin was skeptical when you asked her to be friends. In fact, her first words she ever said to you were, “No. Leave me alone.”

You didn’t give up! 

Thanks to your bribing techniques you were able to conquer Haerin’s trust and love — buying her avocado ice cream for 2 weeks straight paid off.

Since then, you swore to never leave her side and this far, you two stuck together like glue.

But how did Haerin change? Well, she started trying. The thing is, she was scared of doing many things, even asking you out on a date, that’s why she opted to stay in and binge watch a series on Netflix.

Her shyness and social anxiety, in other people’s eyes, often resulted in lack of trying, but deep down she wanted to try, so hard. And then you understood the real meaning behind the list: Haerin didn’t want to lose you.

—— 🗝️

In the end, she pressed the button making one of the libraries in the room move to the side, revealing an open passage. The lights turned on again, they were artificial ones and had a white aura, like the ones at hospitals.

Without a second thought, both you and your girlfriend made your way there, ending the escape room once and for all.

Of course you were polite enough to wave and thank all the staff members, even though two of them were looking at Haerin as if she was crazy – The usual.

After you were out of the building, walking down the busy streets of Seoul, you guys decided on two things: first, never go back to an escape room, second, go get some ice cream.

“I want…” Haerin begun – “Avocado ice cream?” You continued, like you’ve already heard it before which you did.

“Yeah, avocado ice cream.”

◻  F - Flower crown

In a field of flowers colored in every shade of pink, white and red were two girls laying next to each other. Those girls were you and Haerin.

You have to admit that the possibility of coming across a bee or two scared you, but your girlfriend swore to protect you at all costs and so you accepted.

The place was silent except for the birds that randomly flew by, the flapping of their wings made some feathers slowly fall to the ground – same with the tree you guys were under, its green leaves following a path down the branches to the grass.

Haerin was leaning against the tree enjoying the activity of today’s date: making flower crowns for each other.

Before arriving at the secluded spot you took a walk in the colorful field, taking pictures and smelling the beautiful plants grown over the past years – or decades.

Your love for nature was one of the few things you and your girlfriend had in common, it was able to fuse calmness and wildness. That’s why you’d always opted for a picnic whenever you had the chance to choose.

Technology was the last thing you cared about, in fact, your phones were previously confiscated by the owner of the field, Haerin’s grandpa, and stored inside a box. You trusted him not to lose them.

Without the devices, your walk had begun, sometimes you would hold hands, while others, staying next to each other was enough. 

You felt the grass under your shoes as you walked by, the soft texture made it all better – your girlfriend walked on the path made of those big dark grey rocks, the smooth surface was stable and perfect for Haerin’s liking.

You were always so different but so similar.

During the walk, you came across a low brick wall so you glanced at her, catching her eyes already looking at you.

Haerin held your hand while you climbed on the new plaything you had found; she didn’t let go until you had your feet back down on the grass, hopping off the ‘obstacle’ with a huff.

“I can’t wait to put flowers in your hair.” 

You happily announced, making your intentions clear in case Haerin wanted to back down. Of course that wasn’t happening, she wouldn’t purposely choose to stay away from you. Her girlfriend. Her lover. Her everything.

“Which ones?” 

Her fingers interlocked with yours, now sure you won’t climb on anything else – “I was thinking about daisies, but there are some pink flowers that would suit you too.”

“You can always do the flower crown with the pink ones and put daisies in my hair.”

The words were spoken with so much nonchalance you had to double check if that was really your Haerin.

“Really?” – “What if your hair gets tangled?” 

“Then I’ll use a brush.” 

A gentle, reassuring squeeze of her hand and your ‘what ifs’ stopped overwhelming you, leaving your mind at peace. 

Since when was she so compliant? Usually she would make a fuss about her hair, not wanting them to be touched by anyone or anything. 

But there she was, telling you that you can put flowers in it. 

Your heart swelled with affection… no, it was different. 

You were quite sure the intense feeling that was making your heart beat faster, was in fact, the L word. 

Lesbianism? Nope, love. 

——🌺

Back to the present, your hands were picking pink flowers from the basket next to you, sorting them by color, or better, shade. 

The petals leave a pinkish hue on the end of your fingers, almost as if you had dipped them in paint. 

Haerin was doing the same thing but with multiple flowers, some were pink, others yellow and red. 

You pointed out how she had chosen only primary colors, she smiled, saying it was because you were the primary reason for her happiness. 

Smooth bastard. 

The lack of words spoken, made the activity continue in silence. A comfortable one that none of you dared to break. 

Minutes passed with the two of you sitting together, weaving stems of flowers on top of each other and enjoying the peaceful date.

It wasn’t until minutes later, maybe an hour, that something was placed on your head, it was delicate, you barely felt the weight of it – “I’m done, love.” Haerin said in a soft tone, adjusting the flower crown on your head. 

“Let me see-” You took out your phone, opening the front camera and staring at yourself. 

One, then two minutes passed with your wide eyes and surprised expression. Your girlfriend smiled and rested her chin on your shoulder while her arms wrapped around your waist, gently stroking your sides – “You look like a goddess.”

The phone nearly fell from your hand at the words, so you just lowered your arms and let out an embarrassed whine, hiding yourself against Haerin’s body – She let you have your exaggerated reaction, holding the flower crown just in case: if it fell apart, it meant she wouldn’t be able to see you like that again.

She soothed you, leaving kisses at the top of your head until you calmed down – “Too much?” Her tone was teasing – she knew it was too much, the praise, the moment and her gentleness oh God- 

“No, no… I’m okay.” 

You took a deep breath through your nose and then exhaled from your mouth. 

The flower crown was placed back on your head, Haerin smiled again. “Where’s mine?” She inquired, looking down at the scattered petals next to your legs. 

“About that…” Your expression became apologetic – “I kind of messed up the flowers.”

As your body moved to the side, letting her see the display, she widened her eyes: the red and white polka blanket looked more like a cemetery of flowers; the petals she saw before seemed to have duplicated, laying on the fabric, some were still attached to the almost naked stems.

“They fell apart in my hand, I’m sorry–”

Sadness and shame was obvious in the way you talked and lowered your head, but Haerin didn’t mind the mess at all. If anything, she found it cute and on theme with the whole earthy atmosphere.

“It’s alright, they’re flowers. You still have the daisies to put in my hair.”

Her words brightened the mood and you quickly reached for the basket where you stored flowers. Your head was still adorned by the crown so it was fair to have hers decorated too.

——🌺

Your walk back to the house began once the sun started to set, the lights from the little lanterns placed on the path made it easy not to get lost – As if you and your girlfriend didn’t know the place like the back of your hand already.

Haerin stopped all of a sudden, scribbling something on a piece of paper: the list.

And right then and there, while she had the pen cap in her mouth, you took your chance and snatched the notebook from her hands causing the pen to ruin the paper a little, a long red line drew in the center of the page – “Y/N!”

The loud voice of the usually quiet girl echoed in the woods before silence fell.

“Why– What the-”

She was actually speechless, words didn’t come out even if she wanted to yell, she just couldn’t.

“Sorry, but if you want to follow a list to make me happy, then I won’t let you. Hae, I love you and I love spending time with you, even if it’s a movie night on your couch.” 

Her eyes softened at the words, but her gaze was still upset, guilty. She was feeling stupid for trying too hard.

“I–”

“Wait, let me finish.” – “I know you think I don’t have fun with you, that we’re different and all that – but that’s the reason why this relationship is so important to me, romantically and–”

“I don’t want to lose you. I- Every sigh, every huff you made during our hangouts, they felt like a dagger to my heart. We used to have fun together, I love hearing you laugh and… I… I just– Sorry.”

During her rant, Haerin didn’t realize how closer you got so she actually jumped once your hands touched her cheeks.

“Hae, I liked our stationary and ‘boring’ dates. I feel so relaxed around you that I can’t help but fall asleep. At the same time, we can choose to do something else… baking cookies, playing games. It doesn’t have to do with going out, I don’t want to force you to do things just because you want to make me happy.”

“Okay, I get it… I’ll try, I promise.”

Still feeling the tension between the two of you, and the guilt in Haerin’s tone, you smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. it was soft and pure, but when you pulled back, your girlfriend had a visible red tint on her cheeks.

“I know, but the bare minimum is enough. You’re enough for me, so don’t stress too much.”

After another gentle and loving kiss, you two started to walk back towards the house. Haerin’s head was lost in your previous words – She was enough. 

A new sensation started to flood her heart. For the first time in her life Haerin knew she was free, free to be herself without any expectations; free to be uncomfortable about going out without fearing any judgment; free to love you at her own pace, because you would stay there, waiting.

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[ldydeath]

I Used to Believe In You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You and Jiyong have been in a relationship for years, but it’s always been toxic. Once you realize that you have to decide if staying together is worth it. Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and alcohol use.

Author’s Note: This was requested and I hope I did you proud! My requests are open, please feel free to send them in anytime!

You’d awoken with a start, the front door slamming shut. You sat up in bed and saw Jiyong shrug off his jacket. He was drunk, you didn’t have to see him up close to know. His hair a mess, his appearance indicating another altercation. You peeped at the clock on the nightstand, it was five in the morning. You’d gone back to his apartment hours ago. With a sigh, you flipped on the light causing him to shield his eyes.

“What the hell!” He slurred making his way into the room. 

“You’re drunk.” You folded your arms across your chest, leaning back against the headboard.

“So? We were at a party.” 

You couldn’t remember when it had gotten this way. Perhaps it had been this way from the start. You’d ignored it for as long as you could, you loved Jiyong. You knew he loved you too. You didn’t want to believe that you two were toxic. Every night it seemed to get worse. Either he was coming home drunk or not coming home at all. Not that you were much better.

You two both lived life in the spotlight, living large and fast. Too fast to ever come down long enough to realize just how fucked up everything has gotten for you. You’d always figured that was just the trade off to being a pop star. You just wished you’d known sooner that the two of you getting together would end up being so unhealthy. 

“Yeah.” You scoffed, moving to get out of the bed.

“Don’t do that. Don’t act like you’re better than me because you left early.”  He moved to walk over to you, but stumbled and stayed put. 

“I’m not acting better than you, Jiyong.” You shook your head, sliding into the jeans you’d worn over here from the party. 

“Well good. Because you’re not, you know. Last week this would’ve been you coming home drunk off your ass. So you’re just as fucked up as I am.” 

You couldn’t stay here, not tonight. You had a long list of things to get done in a few short hours and if you stayed here you’d end up fighting, causing your makeup artists to do double work on covering up the dark circles. His eyes followed you as you gathered up your things.

“Where are you going?” You shot him a look as you made your way to the door. “My hotel. I have to work tomorrow.” You left before he could argue further.

Jiyong yelled out of frustration before collapsing onto the bed. He knew he was messing up right now but he couldn’t care enough about himself to fix it. Six months ago if you’d stormed out of here he would’ve chased after you, but tonight he’d just stay here alone. If you didn’t want to be with him he wouldn’t make you stay. Fuck it.  He reached for his phone with the intent to text to make sure you made it to whatever hotel you were supposed to be staying at, but as he reached for it, he closed his eyes, falling fast asleep.

You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting when you left in the early morning hours, but it hadn’t been radio silence. You glanced at your phone during a press break and let out a sigh. Still nothing from Jiyong. You had one more interview left to go about your new album that would be launching at midnight. Jiyong was supposed to go to the launch party with you but now you weren’t sure you wanted him there. 

The party was in full swing by the time you showed up and you took a second to look around, see who all was there. The usual faces, all of Jiyongs friends and bandmates were there as well as all your friends. The drinks were flowing and you happily accepted one from your management team as you made your way into the party.

“There she is” Jiyong beamed, walking up to you as if the events of this morning hadn't happened, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“Hi.” You grinned as you pulled him into a hug, melting into his touch.

 This was the problem with your relationship, as angry as he made you he also made you feel at home when you were with him. 

“The album is  amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you further into the crowd of people.

He’d meant every word of what he’d said, of course he did. Your talent has always amazed him.  That’s what had originally drawn him to you, and as he got to know you he’d realized how amazing everything about you was. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” You hadn’t planned on asking him, but you didn’t have it in you to pretend tonight. 

“What?” His jaw ticked as he moved to take a step back from you. 

“You didn’t even bother to check in today. What if I didn’t want you here?” You downed your drink, eyes searching for another. 

He watched you as you plucked a drink off the nearby tray and let out a low laugh. You’d just yelled at him for this very behavior the night before. Why was it ever only okay when you did it? 

“Why wouldn’t you want me here?” He scoffed as he followed your lead to grab a drink for himself. 

“Not anymore I don’t. I don’t even want to date you anymore.” The words left your lips before you could stop them.  Jiyong looked at you wide eyed, a flash of hurt crossing his face before he covered it with anger. 

“Fine.” His voice was like ice as he turned in his heel and left the party.

There was a part of you that wanted to run after him, tell him you were lying, beg him to stay. The bigger part of you won though, and you spent the rest of the night trying to avoid anyone who might ask questions. Surely they had to see how toxic you two had gotten. Maybe now at least you’d be able to heal. 

——— ——— ———

A few months after the breakup, you dropped a surprise song. That had definitely surprised Jiyong. He’d been keeping tabs on you, trying to find a way to get you back. His nights were spent alone, or at a club, picking fights with anyone he could get his hands on. His friends pulling him away before he could throw a punch. He’d spent the last month trying to better himself though. He’d have to grow up eventually, even if he didn’t want to. 

After your song had come out, he’d realized just how bad things had been with you two. It was harder to see it back then, because he didn’t want to. He’d loved you too much to admit that not being together was the best thing for you both. He was certain though that he wanted you back, and that’s how he’d ended up on your doorstep. Just as he was about to knock, the door swung open and there you were. Wide eyed and gorgeous. 

“Jiyong? What are you doing here?” He was definitely the last person you ever expected to see here.

“I heard the song.” 

“Oh.” You bit down on your lip. “Do you want to come in?” 

He nodded, following you inside. How long had it been since he’d been here? You were always flying to him. No wonder you’d always fought. He hadn’t realized how thin you’d been pulled for all those years. Jiyong was going to do better. He was. 

“I’m sorry. I never meant for our relationship to go the way that it had.” He sighed, sitting down next to you. 

“Neither did I. But it wasn’t all on you, Jiyong.” You turned to look at him. “We’re so young, it’s ridiculous to think we’re not gonna make mistakes from time to time.”  He nodded, his eyes not quite meeting yours. 

“You think there’s a world in which this ever works?” He looked up at you briefly, hope filling his eyes. 

“No. I really don’t.” His eyes snapped shut, hiding the hurt flooding in. He should’ve expected that. “Ji, I don’t mean it harshly, I just want better for me and for you.”  He nodded, standing up. He couldn’t stay here. 

“I get it.” He smirked at you trying to hide the hurt. “Take care of yourself, okay?” He turned on his heel. 

“Ji. Wait.” You grabbed his arm, turning him around to face you. 

You glanced at him briefly before placing your lips were on his, giving him a soft, gentle kiss. A goodbye kiss, something you should’ve done at the party. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly for a few more moments. 

He didn’t say another word as he let you go and walked out of the house, neither did you. You watched from the door as he got back in his car and sped off. You two really had been toxic until the end. Maybe now you could both heal.

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[luvfae]

BAD INVESTMENT

PART NINE

summary: while you and thanos are both dealing with your growing feelings for each other (as much as thanos will never admit it), you believe that you can have the best of both worlds.

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader, lee myung gi x f!reader

warnings: swearing, cheating, implied smut

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It was at this moment Thanos knew he fucked up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were supposed to be a means to an end—a way to get under Myung-Gi’s skin, to make him suffer the way Thanos had suffered.

But now? Now, you were in his fucking head.

It started small. Random flashes of your body, the way you moved on top of him, the bruises you left on his skin. He’d be sitting at a poker table, listening to some guy ramble about investments, and suddenly his brain would short-circuit because fuck, he could still hear your voice in his ear, that filthy, breathless moan when you came all over his cock.

He tried to shake it. Tried to fuck someone else to clear his mind.

Didn’t work.

He had some girl under him, moaning like she thought it would make up for the fact that she wasn’t you. But the moment he closed his eyes, all he could picture was you—your hands, your voice, your fucking laugh.

And just like that, he went soft.

Pissed him off so bad that he kicked her out without a word, then tried to get himself off alone.

Didn’t work either.

You had fucking ruined him.

But the thing was—he had ruined you, too.

You were going to break up with Myung-Gi.

That was the plan. That was the only thing that made sense, because after what happened with Thanos, there was no way you could just go back to playing the role of Myung-Gi’s sweet, doting girlfriend.

But then he came home drunk, slurring about how much he loved you, how much he needed you. His hands were all over you, his voice sticky with desperation, and before you knew it, his head was between your thighs.

And you actually came.

Albeit—you were thinking about Thanos.

But still, Myung-Gi’s tongue had gotten you there, and that had to count for something, right?

That was the moment you realized… maybe you didn’t have to choose.

Maybe you could have the best of both worlds.

It was reckless.

It was fucked up.

But for the first time in a long time, you didn’t care.

So, one night, curled up on the couch beside Myung-Gi, you tested the waters.

“What’s your opinion on open relationships?” you asked casually.

He barely glanced up from his phone. “What do you mean?”

“Like, two people date, but they also fuck other people on the side.”

Myung-Gi frowned, finally looking at you. “So… cheating?”

“It’s not cheating if both people agree,” you shrugged. “It’s, like, a mutual thing.”

He blinked at you, confused. “Why are you asking me this?” His voice sharpened, his eyes narrowing. “Are you thinking about someone else?”

Your heart kicked against your ribs. Shit.

“No,” you said quickly, forcing a laugh. “It’s just something my friends were talking about. I was curious what you thought.”

He hummed, eyes lingering on you like he wasn’t sure whether to believe you.

“What’s the point of dating if you’re just gonna fuck other people?” he asked finally.

You nodded, laughing like you hadn’t just been caught red-handed. “Yeah. It’s dumb, right?”

Myung-Gi didn’t laugh.

Instead, he watched you a little too closely.

And that was the moment he started getting suspicious.

The suspicion started small.

Little things, little changes in the way Myung-Gi looked at you, how he lingered when you spoke, how his hand stayed on your waist a second too long—like he was trying to remind you he was there, like he was scared you’d forget.

You started catching him staring when he thought you weren’t looking, his jaw clenched, his fingers drumming against the table.

You hadn’t seen Thanos since that night—almost two weeks ago—but that didn’t mean you weren’t still tangled up in him.

You were sending him pictures when Myung-Gi was asleep, bare and glistening in the dim glow of your living room, your fingers spreading yourself open just how Thanos liked.

You were slipping into the shower just to hear his voice, whispering filthy things into the speaker while hot water drowned out your moans.

And when it was over—when you were spent and breathless, shaking from the high—you scrubbed yourself clean, erased the messages, deleted the call logs.

Like it had never happened.

Like Thanos wasn’t always on your mind.

And for a while, it worked.

But Myung-Gi was no idiot.

The paranoia started seeping in, bleeding into the cracks of your relationship, turning everything into a fucking interrogation.

He started checking your phone when you were asleep.

Started keeping tabs on your location.

Started touching you more, kissing you longer, whispering things like, You’re mine, right? in between slow, desperate kisses.

It was suffocating.

And yet—you stayed.

Because you loved him so fucking much it hurt.

But the second Myung-Gi left for work this morning, you were slipping out of your apartment, taking a cab to the one place you weren’t supposed to be.

Thanos’ place.

And the second he opened the door, hair messy, eyes dark, you knew you had made the right fucking choice.

“You again?” he smirked, leaning against the doorframe, eyes dragging over you in that slow, devouring way. “What, Myung-Gi not doing it for you?”

You stepped inside, pressing your body against his.

“No,” you admitted, your lips brushing against his jaw. “Not even close.”

His hands were on you in an instant, rough, impatient. And then he was dragging you to his bedroom, where you let him ruin you all over again.

[softtdaisy]

in the meantime / Aaron Hotchner

summary. when hotch gets hurt, you're called as his emergency contact. thing is, nobody knows you're not together anymore.

words count. 2 336

what to expect. a little angst I guess but fluff too, Jack is mentioned but he's a teen

a/n. I first imagined this very funny and light and I ended up adding more angst??? but it's still sweet and cute and hotch is a lover boy

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When you got called at school, at first, you didn’t think it could be that moment you’ve been scared of for months finally happening.

Being a kindergarten teacher, it was easy to leave your class and ask for a colleague to take care of your children. They were all occupied with creating a new poster with their names and wouldn't even notice your absence. Well, you imagine they wouldn’t because you weren’t supposed to leave for too long.

“Do you know who’s asking for me?” you asked the principal’s assistant who came for you. He was one of your friends here, so you knew how to analyze his gesture. And from how fast he was walking right now, you could tell this was more serious than you first thought.

“Well, she’s a brunette, dressed in black.” He stopped in the middle of the hallway to think for a second. Trying hard to remember what her name could be. Thing was, you didn’t know that many brunettes, dressed in black that could authorize herself to come here. “I think her name is Emily or something like that.”

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, freezing. 

You appreciated Emily. You would even call her a friend, even if you only knew her through Hotch. But you barely talked outside of the moment you spent together. 

Getting a call from her would have been weird. Having her come to your school wasn’t normal at all.

Yet, here she was. Waiting in the principal’s office. Indeed, she was wearing an all-black outfit but mostly wearing a concerned expression on her face.

When you opened the door, she rushed to you, interrupting her conversation. Her hand was soon on your shoulder and her eyes were locked on yours. You found some comfort in it. The problem was, you had no idea why you needed it.

“What are you doing here, Emily?” you asked, whispering like it was some secret the rest of your colleagues or your superior didn’t need to know. Which was true, somehow. “Is everything alright?” 

But you knew it wasn’t. And the three words that followed were the proof. “It’s Hotch.”

Your heart dropped, and the whole world went silent. 

You’ve spent months afraid of hearing these words one day. Checking your phone multiple times a day, waiting for his text to make sure he was doing fine. There were moments when you would have the same nightmares of coming home to an empty house, sometimes with more graphic images you wished you could forget.

When Emily noticed you seemed to disconnect from reality, she put her other hand on your shoulder. “He’s ok,” she added. 

“I don’t know how, but the unsub managed to stab him in the stomach. He lost a lot of blood and went to surgery, but he should be fine. Spencer told me he was waking up when he arrived here, you heard Emily explain, but her voice seemed like a distant melody.

You tried to focus on the good news, that Hotch was fine. As fine as he can be after an attack that probably woke up some trauma, but fine. Not dead. Not in danger. Fine. 

You took a breath and nodded to accept the information you just got. And showing Emily that you listened, that you understood what she said. 

It wasn’t until you managed to keep your stress as low as possible that the question popped up in your head. “You came all the way here to tell me?”

Emily looked at you with confusion. 

“Well, you’re his girlfriend and his emergency contact. And you weren’t answering your phone. I thought it would be better to bring you to the hospital myself than let you learn about that later by yourself.”

That was the moment you understood why Emily chose to drive all the way here.

Hotch didn’t tell anyone you weren’t together anymore.

Dating Hotch was easy, more than people thought it was.

He was a great listener. He loved to hear you speak about everything in your life just as much as he loved paying attention to small details. Offering your favorite flowers, having your favorite artist in his car, and sending a text about important events at your job even when he was miles and miles away. 

You could tell Hotch was working on the experience he got from his past relationship and all that he still had to learn to be a good partner for you. And he was doing a wonderful job on it.

This relationship did a lot of good for him too. With Jack being a teen and less with his dad, he finally felt like he had a new purpose to come back home. Hotch learned to love opening his door again. This time not being met by the silence. But by you, with some kind of reality TV on, reading a book on a sofa he almost forgot about before seeing you on it—not to mention the memories the both of you created on it. You made him feel loved. At his place but at every place in his life too.

For a year, you two have been the happiest and did everything to make this relationship work. Even the team noticed the change in Hotch’s personality. And after multiple drinks together, you started to call them friends too. You both loved the routine you created together. 

But even with the brightest sun shining on your relationship, the truth was the stress was still there. His job was anxious, to you, but to him too. Having someone to care about in his life once again made Hotch concerned about losing you. He tended to be more protective after rough cases, sometimes leaning to some controlling behavior he hated as much as you did.

The disputes became more and more recurrent. And after another fight, you both decided that maybe you needed a moment away from each other to wonder if this was really worth it. You wanted Aaron Hotchner to be the love of your life; you really did. Just as he wanted to. But was it really the life you both wanted?

It was a hard month away from him; you won’t lie.

And knowing you almost lost him was even hard.

“Let’s go,” you finally replied. And the ride to the hospital was surprisingly calm.

The few times you saw Emily, you both kept chatting for hours to the point Hotch even laughed one day about fearing she might steal you from him. But this time, there were no words. Not only because of the stress, but also because you realized you were lying to your friend because of Hotch. You haven’t seen him in a month, having no idea about what his life might have been these past thirty days. And she was great at worming information out of you. So you would rather not say a thing instead of spilling a secret.

The whole drive to the hospital felt like a fever dream. And nothing could have prepared you for the overwhelming feeling you got when you opened the door. A mix of relief and stress.

Hotch was there, indeed. Underneath a white sheet that made his skin look even paler, with dark circles bigger than the last time you saw him and a tired expression that made you wish you could do anything to let him relax and rest for at least a month.

He was facing the window and only turned his head when he heard you coming in. And the confusion replaced the tiredness on his face. Yet, you still noticed the short smile that drew on his lips when he saw you. “What are you doing here?”

His tone was sweet. Sweeter than usual. No matter how down he was, Hotch took everything in him to make you feel welcome. He didn’t want you to question your presence here or to think he was questioning it. He was glad to see your face after the awful day he had. Yet, he was still wondering why you came. After a month apart, he thought you put him aside. 

Deep down, Hotch had the feeling he was easy to forget. But you weren’t. You never felt his head or his heart.

You didn’t answer his question. You couldn’t even talk. You were just focused on the silhouette of the man that shared your life these past months, lying on this hospital bed, looking so fragile.

You walked to him, as close as you could. So close that your knees bumped in the bed without you realizing it. You couldn’t resist the need to brush his hair, putting away some strands that were on his forehead. His confused and drained eyes follow each one of your moves.

“Honey?” he asked again, reaching for your hand. 

When you were together, not a day went by—except for those when he was away—where you wouldn’t hold hands. In the morning, when he was getting up, you tried to keep him with you a little longer. During breakfast, while he was drinking his coffee. When he said goodbye, kissing you before putting a kiss on your entangled hands. Or when you went to sleep, cuddling, with your hands on your stomach—or his, when he needed it after a rough day.

“You didn’t tell them we broke up,” you said in a low voice. It was the first time you said it out loud but also realized what it meant. And having Hotch in front of you, calling you by the nickname that followed you your whole relationship and caressing your hand with his thumb softly, helped see the truth behind that. “Emily came and picked me up because I’m your emergency contact, and I wasn’t answering my phone, and as your girlfriend, she assumed I needed to know. Because you didn’t tell anyone we weren’t together anymore.”

You finally landed your eyes on his, losing yourself in his baffled puppy look. “You’re right, I didn’t.” Hotch said. It was the first time since you came in that you noticed his voice was a little raspy. “And I’m glad it led you here.” 

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, not that you doubted he meant it. Over a year, you’ve learned to recognize Hotch’s expression. Especially the way his face was always softer when he was with you. Or how his very stoic and linear mouth always curled up in a smile around you.

Still, you had one question on your tongue. “Why?”

“Why am I glad?” he replied with a giggle. One that was sadly followed by a grimace. You watched as Hotch brought his other hand to his stomach to ease the pain. The doctor told him that even with the medicine, it would take him multiple days to get better. And until the stitches were gone, he wasn’t allowed to go back on the field.

But suddenly, the idea of being stuck at his office or at home wasn’t as awful as it was when he first thought about it. 

You sighed, focusing on his face rather than the wound he was clearly keeping hidden from you. “Why haven’t you told them?” 

Hotch took a second to look at you. The answer was obvious to him, to the point that there wasn’t a question to begin with. Over this past month, there was not a moment where he thought he had to make things clearer about your situation. Sure, he was a very private man, yet he never lied about you. He just kept things as they were. “Because I didn’t want it to be over.”

Hotch sat up against the headboard and motioned to you to sit on the bed with him. He moved his legs to give you space. And the heat you felt when he held your hand tighter to help you reminded you of the obvious attraction you had for him. Even after he had a terrible day. 

“Listen,” he started again with a tone that imposed on listening to him. That's not to say you weren't paying attention in the first place. “I know we made this decision together, and I respect it. And this month apart gave me the time to think about us.”

The first night coming home to an empty and silent house wasn’t easy for Hotch. He felt like he had failed again at keeping someone in his life. He hated that he lied to Jack, saying you had family obligations to explain your absence. He didn’t want his son to be disappointed about his dad's inability to maintain a great relationship.

And one day, Jack told him about a girl at school he had a crush on and everything he did to prove to her it was worth trying rather than giving up.

“I want to make things right with you.” Hotch pursued, bringing your hands to his chest. “Maybe I need to work on my perception of danger when it comes to you. And if so, I will do it. Because I want you.”

You always found it fascinating how his eyes often spoke louder than his words. And the look he was giving you right now was the best argument he could have found to prove you he meant it. Hotch loved you. And so did you. 

When a smile started to grow on your lips, also a silent answer to his silent confession, you noticed his lips curved too. Hotch let go of your hand to bring his own to your neck and move your face closer to him. But you stopped right before your lips touched.

“Maybe you should just consider not getting hurt the next time we argue.” You whispered, which made him laugh.

“Right, I’ll think about that.” He replied before finally guiding you to his lips.

Hotch never stopped believing he would get you back. So maybe he was right about not telling anyone about the breakup. 

[yandere-paramour]

"I want him dead."

"You don't understand, Noelle," Ata's voice hardened, startling Noelle into a barely imperceptible flinch. She had heard Ata's anger many times but had never been on the receiving end of it. As pathetic as it was, she couldn't help but become a little child again, trying to look contrite enough to escape a slap because she had done something as unforgivable as to spill her milk or miss a question on her homework.

"I don't just want him ruined. I want him dead," Atalanta hissed, hands twitching like she was barely restraining them from hitting someone. Had she ever hit someone before? Perhaps in training or a playful punch on the arm between friends, but not real. Never real.

"I-I understand, Ms. Montclair. I will contact him immediately," Noelle hated herself for the momentary tremor in her voice. Pull yourself together. You're not a child.

Noelle left the office without another word, needing to escape Atalanta's oppressive atmosphere. Her eyes momentarily found the small bowl of chocolate truffles on her desk. This week was dark chocolate cappuccino, a particular favorite of hers. She ached to pop one in her mouth, to feel the cloying sweetness and bitter coffee envelop her tongue, but that was for later. She had work to do now.

Noelle pulled out the unmarked cell phone from the locked box under the hidden compartment of her desk. There was only one contact, and unless there was an emergency, he would pick up within the first three rings. Atalanta was a particularly important client; whatever inane business he did whenever Atalanta and Noelle weren't in the room was irrelevant. Atalanta had more than enough money to draw his attention.

"You've reached Zachariah," The smooth, slow voice answered in its mildly amused tone, "How may I help you today?"

Noelle ignored the joking air, "Civilian, living on Maple Street. We need the camera and laptop and we need to make it look like an accident. 5k."

To his credit, Zachariah cut the bullshit, "Send me the information. I can have it done by the end of the week. Do you want them to suffer?"

"Terribly."

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Atalanta put her head on her desk, hands on her knees, and tried in vain to calm down. Poor Darling was distraught; multiple security reports over the last hour have reported her having shut herself up in their room, crying audibly behind the locked door. Noelle had graciously allowed her own precious girlfriend to leave the sanctity of her apartment and go to the penthouse, but it wasn't enough. Atalanta needed to be there.

She grit her teeth, furious. Atalanta had been an important subject of the local paparazzi since her birth but this was different. This was Darling. Atalanta had promised that life with her would be comfortable and luxurious, and now your personal information is leaked. And not just your personal information, your body.

Your lovely body. Only Ata was supposed to behold you, and only in the comfort of your marital bed, but that bastard snuck into your changing room and caught you topless, and then had the gall to send threats, promising to release the photos to the world if not for 100k in unmarked bills. Atalanta ground her perfect teeth.

You were hers.

Hers.

Simply sending a goon to smash his camera and laptop wasn't enough. Plucking out his eyes wasn't enough. Even cutting off his filthy dick wasn't enough.

For the crime of making you cry, he needed to die.

Atalanta tried to calm down and breathe. Zachariah could handle it. He would handle it. She had no doubt about that; the man was a professional. The problem was that Atalanta wanted to... assist. Usually, she preferred to keep her hands clean, to distance herself from whatever boundaries of calamity Zachariah allowed from his men, but your purity was compromised here, your personhood.

Atalanta had seen the white, viscous liquid splattered on the photos of the demand letter. Disgusting.

But Ata knows she doesn't have the stomach for torture, and the death needed to look like something common like a car accident or heart attack. As much as she wanted to carve the Montclair name into his revolting flesh, there were things that mattered more than direct revenge.

You mattered more than that.

Atalanta swept her few things into her bag and called you. You picked up on the second ring, her perfect Darling girl. Your melodious voice might not have been sobbing, but she could sense the hitch in your voice, could hear the way you sniffled pitifully.

"It's all taken care of, my love. It's okay," Atalanta put back on her suit jacket and fixed her hair, "I'm coming home right now. I'll run you a bath and we can order in from that Thai place you like. It's okay."

You must have garbled something about feeling scared.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Ata cooed, "I'm leaving right now. Hold on for ten more minutes. I'll take care of you. Let me take care of you."

Atalanta marched out of her office, calling orders. As soon as Noelle finished her task and called the car around, she could leave. Any important business that couldn't wait until morning could be emailed.

Bodyguards naturally fell into their flanks as Ata hurried from the building. The driver greeted her but she paid him no mind, and he got the picture. As the car began to move, Atalanta bit her lip, willing time to pass faster. An idea brewing, she texted Noelle to stop by the bakery on 5th before it closes. Three caramelized apple tarts with cinnamon vanilla drizzles, and drop them at the penthouse on the way home.

Don't worry, Darling. Ata's coming. She'll fix it. Don't worry.

[starconstruction]

Well, I wanted to post a few random pictures and ask for your thoughts on any of them, but I can’t add them in anon mode? App is no fun. Still like the multithousand-word posts for them! Loona has become a bore with no posts anywhere👎

heya again, its because photos censor if u dont follow the tumblr.

I didnt really know what you wanted and i didnt have thoughts for every image, but i did have for some!

been a huge fan of these non fic asks if anyone has any other ideas

A string of thoughts

Your co-worker Choerry was an absolute delinquent, you had no idea how she even kept this job. Frequently late and not following any ounce of dress code, especially today. Her entire stomach visible to the world, You wouldn't say that you didn't like Choerry. That would be unjust, especially considering what you two get up to at the office.

You and Choerry were on opposite ends of the spectrum, you'd finish all your work instantly and she wouldn't finish it at all. Instead finding anyone in order to do it for her, which typically ended up being you. There was no reason to complain, as she always made it worth it.

Take right now, in the private bathroom you had access to, her body laid naked as she blew you. She knew how to drive you wild, glasses fake as they held to her head. Sinful noises coming from her mouth as she gagged on your length, always taking your load like she would die without it.

"Don't I deserve a little bit more? I mean, it was a big project.." You asked, Choerry smiled "You are right, take me home!" and that you did, her arms laid encased in string, legs wide as you pleasured yourself with her body until the sun came up.

A very horrible day for both of you followed with no sleep.

You were going around the forest, exploring the verdant scenery as you went on your daily walk. You've ran into some oddities before, like the time you saw a can of sprite inside a branch. But nothing quite compared to what you were about to see.

A large burst of light came out from in between the trees, you ran over and there was a strange woman. Wearing a crop-top and a pair of wings, her body was simply divine. Her outfit hung to her body as she looked at you like a deer in headlights. "Erm... Hello. You weren't really supposed to see me like this." The strange woman said "But i guess you can be my test subject!" Her body appeared right besides you.

Turns out being her test-subject meant a lot of things, going on long walks to the beach. Climbing random mountains, people watching and trying all kinds of foods. She took notes on some celestial scroll, observing humanity for whoever sent her. Your time with her was the most enjoyable time you've had in years, doing things you'd never dream of.

You learned her name was Choerry, or atleast what she told you. You had a feeling she wasn't entirely honest with you.

Turns out however, whoever sent Choerry down to earth was interested in learning everything. You were suddenly happy to be her scapegoat as her hand stroked your cock up and down, making out with your dripping tip. She looked at you with doe eyes, her wings were retractable but in every night of intimacy she had them on full display. After a particularly soft kiss you painted her lips white with semen, adding even more paleness to her already pale complexion.

That was the first thing, but by no means the last. The next night Choerry was bent over the kitchen, graciously accepting your tongue as you massaged her folds with it. She tasted strongly of sweet vanilla, her supernatural body accepted every humble offering you gave it.

Choerry felt insane as your tip penetrated her asshole, near inescapable as you fucked her. Her moans a heavenly choir that filled the room, complemented by the soft slapping of skin. You always went soft on her, she felt too good to be rough with.

Eventually, after a few passion filled months you had completed her objective. She flew back up into the sky, you expected to never see her again. However that wasn't the case, Choerry would abduct you from your boring mundane life whenever she desired more intimacy.

cw: feet worship, ass eating

Being an idol is stressful work, hours of practices and hundred of schedules to attend to. All while having to do it with a smile on their face.

Jungeun and Choerry found a solution to that, you.

You three met at a fan-sign, they were eying up anyone they thought could be a good choice for some good old fashion stress-relief. You arent entirely sure what their criteria was, but when their number appeared in your album. You called frantically.

You three met up for the first time a few weeks later, Jungeun welcoming you in through the back door of the hidden door they rented.

They treated you roughly, pulling at your hair when they took turns grinding your tongue against their backdoor. Melting their stress away as you ate their ass. They alternated between riding your face and riding your cock, leaving you struggling for breath as they emptied you dry.

Anytime they were in the area they would seek you out, the most recent time came directly after a long public outing. Responding to press and fans, you were her favourite fan. Hands pulling off their heels as you kissed their feet, licking them clean as you soothed their sore muscles which walked too long.

They rewarded you the same way they always did, riding you till you launched into orbit.

[tinylilacbun]

hii if your requests are open could you please do one with daddy!rafe calming down little!reader after she has a nasty fight with her father? like her father always acts disappointed in her and she thinks rafe might feel the same thank you so much 💕💕

What on earth did you do to deserve being treated like this? You've always been good at school, never acted out, not once have you touched any drugs or got into fights.

So why, why is your father still treating you like a disappointment? You can never seem to do something right in his eyes and it sits heavy on your heart, always just trying to get his approval even though he treats you the way he does.

Today's meet up and having some dinner at a restaurant had ended like every other, in a fight. He tried yet again to get you to take over the family business, which was never your dream to begin with.

When you said that out loud he started spewing insults at how you should start to get your life under control instead of living out of your boyfriends wallet.

Before he could continue his rant you simply stood up and stormed out of the restaurant, trying to push back the tears to not give him the satisfaction of seeing you so distraught.

You promised to call Rafe after your dinner, so he could come and pick you up, but you couldn't think of that right now and continue walking all the way back to his house, your arms wrapped around yourself as you replay the conversation with your father in your head over and over.

Maybe he's right. No, he's in the wrong. Why should you stress over something as taking over a business you never wanted in the first place? Just because your father built it doesn't mean you're forced to manage it one day.

But you do live on Rafe's costs. He pays everything for you, food, clothes, any toys your little self desires, your spa appointments, and he does it with a smile on his face because you're his girl that deserves anything you could want.

What if Rafe starts thinking like your father? That you're just a burden for him and should find a job. You could never live with it if he thinks too that you're a disappointment.

Soon you're unlocking the front door to the condo, closing it behind you with a long exhale, taking off your shoes and shrugging off your jacket.

"Baby? That you? I thought I was supposed to pick you up." Rafe questions, coming down the staircase, his eyes fixated on his phone as he makes his way over to you.

When you didn't answer he pockets the device, lifting his head and furrows his brows at the look on your face. "Hey, you okay?"

At that question you instantly start to tear up, your vision blurring and before you can start talking you feel him pulling you into his arms.

You grab the back of his shirt in your fists tightly, sobbing into his chest as all the anger and sadness pours out.

Rafe doesn't say anything, simply holding you and letting you get everything out, swaying you both a little until you calm down again.

"Your dad?" He asks and you nod against him, your grip getting firmer on him. "Shh, it's okay, I got you."

In one swift movement he lifts you up, carrying you upstairs to your shared bedroom, carefully sitting down with you comfortably on his lap.

He should have gone with you. He knows how your dad is, hell he knows exactly how you feel given how his relationship with his father was. It always infuriates him how someone can treat a person as wonderful as you this bad.

"You wanna tell daddy what happened?" He asks softly, reaching for your stuffed bunny that's neatly placed on your pillow to place it in your arms.

You shake your head, not wanting to talk at all at the moment, even less about your father. You're in the arms of your favorite person and that's all you need in this moment.

"That's fine." He assures you, lifting his hand to wipe the remaining tears from your cheek with his thumb, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. "Just know that I'm really proud of you, yea? I always am, and always will be."

Your body heats up at his praise, feeling safe and appreciated, something you wish you would feel from your father.

Screw him. As long as you have Rafe, who never fails to reassure you that he loves you and will take care of everything for you, you'll be okay.

"I luv you, daddy..." You mumble, nuzzling your face into his neck to inhale his scent, sighing out in relief.

"I love you too, bunny. So much." He whispers, resting his cheek on top of your hair as he adjusts his hold on you.

[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 6 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 1k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

she didn't know how or why she did it but 2 days after quinn left, y/n agreed to an actual date with andy. and because quinn was out of town, y/n was dropping abby off with bella.

"are you and dad getting back together?"

"i don't know, sweetie. i don't think that would be good for anyone, honestly."

"good. i like quinn so much better anyway."

and with that, abby skipped through the door of bella's apartment. y/n looked up at bella, who was just as shocked as she was.

"so, you're going on a date with the ex? how are you feeling about that?"

"a little terrified, honestly. the last time i trusted andy, he ended up hurting me in so many ways. i don't know if i want to let down those walls again."

"i totally get that. but it's just one date. you don't have to promise him anything yet."

"yeah. i suppose you're right." y/n looked at her phone. "i gotta go. thank you for agreeing to watch abby."

"no problem. you know i love her and helping you is what friends are for."

"you're right. again." y/n smiled and hugged her before getting in her car and driving away. she was meeting andy at the restaurant he picked out and she was more than nervous.

when she pulled up, she waited in her car for 5 minutes. she also debated on texting quinn but she knew he would try to talk her out of it.

as if he knew she was thinking of him, his name popped up on her screen. he was calling. and as much as she wanted to talk to him, she knew she couldn't. so she hit the ignore button and walked into the restaurant. andy spotted her and waved her over, standing up as she approached him.

"hey. i'm glad you're here. i was starting to think you had second thoughts about this date."

"i did. but then i had third thoughts. and fourth thoughts. finally, i talked myself back into it."

"well i'm really happy you're starting to open up to me again." he pulled the chair out for her and pushed it in when she took a seat.

"i'm mostly doing this so abby will have a chance to get to know her dad better."

"if that was true, then she'd be here, wouldn't she?" andy raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"fine. fair point. maybe i really wanted to try this again. i don't really know, honestly. still a little guarded when it comes to relationships."

"what about you and quinn? you don't seem guarded with him."

"he's my best friend, andy. if i had even a tiny bit of feelings toward him, i would not be here with you."

"okay. fair point." he used her words against her, causing her to smile. "okay. let's order."

for the next 2 hours, things were good. conversation flowed smoothly and nothing went bad. it was as if their past had been erased and they were truly starting new.

when it came time to separate for the night, neither of them wanted it to end.

so they found themselves back at y/n's apartment. and even though she was with someone who meant a great deal to her at one point, her mind was drifting to thoughts of the man from across the hall.

"andy, can i ask you something?"

"of course."

"after i left you, how long did it take for you to start changing?"

"honestly, i was trying to change before you left. i could tell you were one foot out the door and i didn't want to lose you. but i was too late." he lowered his head. "i'm really sorry i couldn't fix myself in time."

"it's okay." y/n sighed. "sometimes, things just happen for a reason and people come in and out of your life."

"yeah, i suppose that's true." andy sipped on his drink while looking at y/n. "i missed you, you know?"

"so you keep saying." y/n smiled. "and if i'm being honest, i kinda missed you too. maybe not so much at first. but after a while, it hit me."

"i feel like i missed so much with you guys. and i will never not regret it."

"if it makes you feel better, there's plenty of things i regret. but i'm not gonna get into it."

"understood." andy nodded slowly then looked at the tv. "so, what do you guys do?"

"when i'm not at work, i'm usually just here watching tv with abby or we're at roger's arena watching quinn and his team play. i never realized hockey was so fun."

"i think hockey is a boring sport, honestly."

"i know." y/n smiled. "but that's okay. you're still pretty."

"you think i'm pretty?"

"no. i was only with you for the sex." y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "of course i think you're pretty. well as pretty as a guy can be."

"thanks. and for the record, i think you're very pretty too." andy touched her arm tentatively. and when she didn't pull back, he smiled. "more than pretty, actually. so beautiful." he reached up to move a piece of hair out of her face.

"andy, i-"

"i know what you're going to say. and i'm not sure if we should do this either." he looked at her and leaned in closer. "tell me to stop, and i will."

"i-i don't want you to."

and without hesitation, andy's lips found y/n's.they sat on the couch and made out for nearly 10 minutes before andy reluctantly pulled back.

"i'm gonna hate myself for this, but i think whatever we're doing, we should take it slow."

"i agree." y/n looked at andy and for the first time in a long time, her smile was genuine.

"do you think you, me and abby can be a family again someday?"

"maybe. why don't we see how this thing goes before we commit to anything?"

"right. that makes a lot of sense." he stood up. "i should probably get going then before i get even more tempted."

"alright." y/n walked him to the door. "thanks for tonight, andy. it's been a while since i've been on a date."

"anytime, y/n." he turned to face y/n. "good night."

"good night, andy." y/n shut the door and let out a breath. what was she getting herself into?

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle @justagingerliving @marroonwitch @hwalllllllelujah

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Until the day it becomes a pumpkin!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: It is halloween in ouran academy ➼ what to expect:  "Am i your girlfriend now? I don't recall you asking" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part Nineteen | Part Twenty One

"I regret ever agreeing to wear the costumes with you guys" you sigh as Kyoya helps to lace you into the big gothic gown that Tamaki had provided you. "At least it makes sense to dress up at this time of year"

"What is the appeal of vampires anyway I don't find blood loss to be all that attractive" Kyoya pondered, pulling out the fake fangs. "I think it's the danger aspect, the same reason that girls like werewolves I guess"

"I do find it strange that Tamaki has asked you to be the bride of dracula"

"I guess it is the closest we're ever gonna get to a couple's costumes" Kyoya raises an eyebrow "I was unaware that was something that interests you" you shrug "Not particularly but it's just a bit of fun"

"I suppose so"

The two of you step out from behind the curtains "Wow y/n-chan you look so cool!" Honey exclaims. "Thank you Honey-senpai" Tamaki stares back at you in awe "Ah y/n look at you! You are so cute! Look at my beautiful daughter!" Tamaki spins you around.

This is the magic spell. Tamaki calls the host club family, and you are here with your fiance, happy.

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Until the day it becomes a pumpkin!

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"Trick or treat, girls. Give me candy, or else your blood.” 

"Oh tamaki, you make such a handsome vampire" "Those fangs look real"

Tamaki leans into one of the girls "May I nibble on your lovely neck for a treat?"

"Oh no you musn't, you will have to play a trick on me instread"

"And indeed I shall"

"Hello" The twins and haruhi slide into the host club "Why are you guys late? Hurry up and change"

"Sorry boss but from now until Halloween count us out, okay?"

"What?"

"Count you out?"

"We're on the preparation commitee for a special event, class 1-A is sponsoring it."

"Duty calls then"

"Good luck without us here for the week" "And that reminds me, y/n, our numbers are uneven so we need extra person, do you mind joining our group for it? Its a test of courage tournament"

"Me? I'm second year though"

"It doesn't matter the event is school wide we are just organising it"

"Oh, well i guess its okay then"

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You, haruhi, the twins and the class president end up huddled against a wall after you get caught up on his phobias. "Are you not scared y/n?"

"Scared? No, I live for halloween, and horror movies"

"I guess Halloween does have a flare for the dramatic, not surprising from a theatre kid" "Gee thanks kaoru"

Haruhi is busy caught up with reading an anxiety selfhelp book to the class president. "Are you kidding me? None of those things actually work! Call me the captain of all cowards, you can scream it from teh rooftops, just get me out of here!"

"Really? Even if it means Kurakano will think you're a big chicken"

"Huh?"

"Woah, wait a minute, what's going on with you and Kurakano?"

"No! It's nothing like that! We're just friends! I've known her since we were little, none of this has anything to do with it!" The class president is turning redder by the second.

"Fine, fine, we understand"

"Funny how you had told us you didn't wanna throw your weight around..." "When the reason you agreed to any of this is because you didn't wanna look like a freak"

"That's not it, that's not the reason why I couldn't oppose it. I...it's just...Kurakano...well, she had her hear set on this tournament. I didn't wanna let her down, so I couldn't say no"

"You mean...oh crap! He's totally pure!" "He's got a heart of gold, Hikaru!"

"Our powers are nothing against his wholesomeness!"

"Believe it or not, not all guys are manipulative pervs like you two" you butt in.

"Hey!" "We're not Manipulative!"

"That's the part you're arguing?" You raise an eyebrow.

"So, does this mean we have to help him now?"

Something passes the window "Did you see that?"

a skull drops down the staircase nearby "No way, it's a sneak attack from those A-team hacks!" "Hey it's not your turn guys! Follow the rules!" Hikaru kicks the skull back up the staircase

"Yeah you show them!"

"My skull..."

"My skull..."

The clocktower chimes, and a shadowy figure appears at the top of the stairs "Could it be the clocktower witch?"

"Why did you kick....my skull!?"

The five of you run off, you and Kaoru tripping and ending up in some net trap.

Nekozawa stands back in the corridor watching in glee as you all run away and freak out "My fright strategy was perfection itself...Kyoya are you not joining in on the fun?"

Kyoya is leant against a wall nearby reading a flashlight "I am not, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend to be done with this and then we're leaving."

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"Ow! This is supposed to be a tournament not a hunt....Hikaru! Where is he? I've gotta find Hikaru!" He starts thrashing around "Hey cut it out! I know you worry for him when you two are apart but he will be fine...now I'm sure I have something on me that can get us out of this..."

You route around your bag to pull out a letter opener "Why do you have that on you?" You shrug "I recieve a lot of mail"

"Hold still for a second...this is gonna be awkward I apologise" You lean over to start hacking at the rope. "Excuse me miss l/n you have a boyfriend"

"Something tells me Kyoya will forgive me...besides...I don't know if he's my boyfriend"

"Huh? I thought you guys were together? That photo from the play seemed pretty final on it"

"We are we just haven't really put a label on it, we have been introducing eachother as fiances even before there was anything between us so I guess it does not really matter anyway"

"i see"

"I'm not to bothered about it...one day...a bit sooner than I would like, I will be married to him anyway"

"Do you not want to marry Kyoya? I mean I know you have not been together long but surely dating your fiance is good for an arranged marriage"

"It is not so much about being married to Kyoya but what it means about our lives, our responsibilities will widen much. I think you know what I mean too Kaoru. We all have something waiting for us after we graduate. we can't all live in denial forever"

The spell is upon us, where we can all wit around in nice outfits and hold tea parties. But when the clock strikes, and the carriage turns back to a pumpkin, the spell will break.

The rope snaps, dropping you both to the floor.

Kaoru sits up "I need to find Hikaru" He gets up, running off in the direction that the rest of the group went"

"There you are"

Kyoya wanders up to you, standing over as you look up at him. "Do you want to go now?" he outstretched his arm to offer help up.

You nod, taking his hand "I think I've had enough of this tournament"

"Our driver is waiting outside, there should be candy waiting for us at the apartment"

You raise an eyebrow "you hate sweets"

"I do, but you love halloween, the candy isn't for me"

You pause looking up to him, his eyes still trained ahead. "Kyoya...is this a date?"

"You sound shocked"

"I am a little"

"Is it so shocking that I may want to take my girlfriend on a date"

"Am i your girlfriend now? I don't recall you asking"

"Do you need me to ask?"

You roll your eyes "Whatever, I have a craving for sugar"

The two of you walk out of the school hand in hand.

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The two of you are sat on the couch in the apartment, 'veronica' playing in the background. "I must admit when I said you can pick the movie I didn't expect it to be in spanish"

You shrug "Horror knwos no bounds, including language"

the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. "Are we going to talk about it?"

"Hm?"

"The email I got, about your family...and what my father is covering up..."

"That email is not proof that what you think is true"

"There is no other way to interpret it Kyoya"

"My father is not exactly the most morally sound man but I refuse to believe that he would do this"

"It is the only explanation Kyoya there is something going on in your families hospitals, and whatever it is people are potentially dying from it."

"I know....I just refuse to belive it...let me look into it more"

"Okay...." Eventually you fall asleep halfway through the movie, slumped over leaning on Kyoya. But the question still lingered in Kyoya's mind.

Next time on patience 'Mori senpai has an apprentice candidate!'

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[munsonsmixtapes]

I Never Got to Say Goodbye

ex boyfriend!eddie x reader

You see Eddie over a year after your break up and you both realize that you never stopped loving each other

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex, hurt/comfort, angst, a guy gets handsy with reader

You sit at your vanity in your room, dreading to get ready. You don’t even want to go out, but you feel like you have no choice. Your friends are trying to get you to meet someone new but how can you when you’re still not over your ex? 

You’re not even sure why you broke up anymore and you’re wondering if he feels the same. If he lies awake playing your breakup over and over, wishing that you would have just stayed together. But you suppose it was just a “right person, wrong time” sort of thing, that it was more the situation than anything that led to your relationship ending. 

You put on your makeup and get dressed as you put on the mixtape that one of your roommates had made for you. You’re dancing around as get ready, loving every song that’s been put onto it. She knows you so well, knows exactly what you like. But then you freeze when the familiar guitar riff floats through your ears. 

“I can’t dance,” you tell Eddie as he guides you around your living room. He’s trying and failing to teach you how to dance but he’s just so determined to show you how. 

“Sure you can,” he says, turning up the volume of the stereo before taking your hands in his. He steps forward and you step back as he guides you through the moves, being so gentle with you like always. “Eyes on me, okay?” 

You nod and keep your eyes on his pretty brown ones as he slowly shows you the steps. You’re not even sure how he learned this but you love seeing the fluid steps and wonder how he does it so well. There’s just so much about him that you want to know and you hope you’re together long enough to find out every single thing about him.

A knock at the door pulls you out of your flashback and you’re quick to turn off the music before hurrying to answer it. Janet is on the other side, a bright smile plastered on her face like always. You know she’s waiting on your to finish so you all can leave and you’re actually kind of pissed at her for not at least letting you finish your flashback. 

You’ve been having a lot of those lately. It’s like your brain is trying to torture you with all of the memories because it knows just how much you’ve been missing Eddie. You miss him so much that it actually hurts. It’s to the point where it’s gotten so painful to think about but you don’t want the memories to stop.

You grab your purse and follow Janet and the other girls out the door. Luckily, the club is just down the street so you don’t have to hail a cab to get there. They’re all talking about finding someone to hook up with but of course, all you’re thinking about is your ex and how much he would have hated a place like this.

Being in that close proximity to strangers-drunk strangers at that-was his worst nightmare and the loud music was so overstimulating which you totally understood. It was something that he would always push through for you because of how much you loved it and now you know you’re going to miss having him by your side, whispering silly things into your ear and staring down any man who even looked at you. 

As the four of you get in line, Violet slips some condoms into your purse that you’re sure you’re not even going to need but you let her anyway. It’s easier not to put up a fight, especially when they’re all just trying to help. 

The club is newer and allegedly very hard to get into and as you look up at the name, you notice that it sounds very familiar, something you’ve heard a billion times but you’re sure that it’s not actually what you’re thinking of. 

“Ed’s?” You ask with a laugh. “That’s the name of a bar, Eddie, not a club. And why do you want to own a club anyway? That’s not exactly your scene.” 

“For you,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I want you to have a place you can call your own, where you can make the decisions. You always complain about the music and the prices and now you’d be able to have whatever you want.” 

“You’re doing this for me?” You feel tears welling up in your eyes at the gesture, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone who cares that much about you. That pays that much attention and is willing to drop a bunch of money just so you could be happy. 

“I’d do anything for you, you know that,” he winks and your heart flutters. 

“Ed’s,” you nod, having a newfound love for the name. “I like it.” You lay your head on Eddie’s chest while he runs his fingers through your hair, your favorite lullaby. 

“I thought you might.” 

You’re thrown back into real life to the bouncer outside the club asking for your ID. When did you get to the front of the line? Did you really zone out of that long? 

You shake the thought away and pull your wallet out of your purse, retrieving your ID and handing it to him. Once he sees that you’re of age, he hands it back and you head inside. As you walk through the doors and take in everything, you still think about how familiar everything looks, almost as if you’ve seen it before. But it can’t be what you think it is…can it?

Your friends have separated from you yet again so you head to the bar for a much needed drink. As soon as you sit at the bar, you look around and see just how busy it is. The bartenders are working hard to stay on top of their orders and as much as you really want a drink, you’re willing to wait as long as you need to. 

You pick up the menu and look at the drinks, the deja vu coming over you again as the names all sound familiar. They’re based on metal songs, songs that you’ve heard so many times you could sing them from memory. 

They would all play so loudly in Eddie’s car as you’d drive around town, screaming the lyrics as loud as you could through giggles because you were just so happy to be around each other. 

You haven’t even been able to listen to any of them since the breakup because it just hurts too much. At first, you were only listening to them because of Eddie, but over time, you really grew to appreciate the genre and even started listening to them on your own. 

Eventually, one of the bartenders comes over to take your order and your mouth falls open as you make eye contact with him. You definitely must be hallucinating because he looks so much like Eddie. As you stare at him, taking in his features, his longer hair, his beard, and nose ring, his own eyes widen which causes you to believe that he is in fact real. 

The last you heard, he was in Chicago. What was he doing back in New York? And why hadn’t he told you? Oh, that’s right. He probably doesn’t have your number anymore and considering that you haven’t kept in contact, you don’t really deserve to know what’s going on in his life anymore. 

And that just kills you. You wonder how much about him has changed besides his appearance. He obviously still opened the club even though you aren’t together anymore. And it seems to be doing really well so you can’t help but feel your heart swell with pride. He got everything he ever wanted. And the stab to the chest is that he didn’t even need your help to do it. 

“What can I get for you?” He asks and now you don’t even want a drink. You want him to sit next to you while you tell each other everything that’s happened over the past year. You want to tell him just how much you fucking miss him. 

“Rum and Coke,” you reply and he smiles, loving to see that you’re still ordering the same drink. 

“You got it,” he nods and moves around the bar, fixing the drink. You watch him, staring at his back, wishing you could hug him from behind like you always used to do. He’d just laugh and turn around , wrapping his arms around you and giving you a squeeze. You miss everything about him, but you’re pretty sure you miss his hugs the most. They were always so tight and long, his favorite way to show you just how much he loved you. 

Loved. As in, past tense. You never stopped loving him but you’re not sure if he still loves you. Considering how he’s been treating you like every other customer, you don’t think he does. You almost want to just get up and leave but he sets your drink on the bar in front of you. 

“One rum and coke,” he says, wiping his hands off on a towel and you can’t even look him in the eye. It’s just too painful. 

Eddie can’t fucking believe that you’re here. He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you broke up, well, more specifically, that day and how much he regrets the whole thing. It still plays in his head on a loop, torturing him. What he would give to go back in time and beg you to stay.

“So what are you saying?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Surely you’re not suggesting what he thinks you are. No way are you breaking up with him. You just can’t be. You’ve been through far too much to just give up on each other.

“I’m saying that what’s the point of even being together if we can’t be together? We’re both always busy and we see each other once every few weeks. That’s not a relationship Eddie.” He knows your right, but he’s sure that you just need to push through and you’ll get through it just like the two of you have every time you’ve had something you needed to work through.

“So you want to break up?” He almost looks like he’s going to cry and you just can’t bear to look at him if he does. You don’t need this to be any harder than it already is.

“I didn’t say that…but I don’t see any other choice.” You’re both crying now and the whole thing is just pitiful, the two of you looking at each other with tears streaming down your faces, having a conversation you never thought you would. 

“No. No, we can make this work.” He’s taking your hands in his and as much as you love that he’s fighting for you, you know you just can’t keep going like this.

“How?” You ask and he reaches up and wipes your tears, resting his hands on your cheeks. This is one thing he just can’t fix and that breaks you.

“I don’t know. I guess maybe it’s for the best,” he shrugs, finally seeing it from your perspective. He feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest and he’s not entirely sure what he should do about it. You’re always there to fix things for him and the one time he really needs you, you’re not going to be there.

“I guess so,” you sniff, the two of you now breaking into sobs, knowing that things between the two of you will never be the same. 

You moved your stuff out of his apartment that week and you both cried the whole time, the pain all consuming as he helped you pack up your stuff, being his sweet self which just added salt to the wound. You broke up with him and he still helped you move your stuff, being nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. 

He didn’t even beg you to stay or anything like you thought he would. He just silently helped you pack stuff into boxes then put it all in the truck you rented. All he did was cry, not even uttering a single word to you as he did so. 

He hasn’t seen you since that day and he has no idea how you got even more beautiful since then. You’re wearing a pretty silver dress and the biggest standout is that you’ve cut your hair. The short style looks good on you, but Eddie thinks that everything looks good on you. 

He doesn’t know how he ever let you slip through his fingers, who he let you move your stuff out of his apartment, why he even went as far as helping you pack everything up. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do but he felt like it was the right thing for both of you. 

But now that you’re here tonight, he’s wondering if it’s fate giving him a second chance. God, if he’s offered one, he’s going to take it. Just thinking about it, he feels the weight on his chest lifting, like everything finally makes sense again. 

You’re sipping on your drink so elegantly, giggling with a man who’s now occupying the stool to the left of you. You seem to be having a good time and now you’re holding Eddie’s heart in your hand, squeezing it as you continue to giggle with the man and he can feel it, his chest aching as he watches you slip through his fingers once again. 

But as he’s turning his back to help the other customers, he sees the man’s hand sliding up your thigh and something about watching this happen is making his skin crawl. Just thinking about this guy touching you like that makes him want to break every single one of his fingers, especially because of how uncomfortable you look. 

You’re trying to scoot away but don’t have the strength, the guy grabbing hold of your arm and holding you there so you’re unable to move. Even from your profile, he can see the fear in your eyes as you try to push him off. 

 Eddie’s had enough of this and rounds the bar, grabbing hold of the guy and pulling him off the stool. As soon as he looks the guy in the eyes, seeing that he’s not even phased tells Eddie that he does this a lot and that doesn’t sit right with him. He’s seen red now as he holds the guy by his shirt and he knows he really shouldn’t but before he can stop himself, he raises his fist and punches him square in the face before letting security take care of him. 

He shakes his fist afterwards because of the tingly feeling just as you’re throwing yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face into it. He doesn’t exactly know what’s going on, pretty sure that you’re trying to thank him, but he doesn’t need it. He did it because it was the right thing and honestly would have done it for anyone. 

You pull away and Eddie feels every part of him ache when he sees that you’re crying. He notices your face change, your eyes widen as you slip your arms from him, almost as if you think that you’ve made a mistake.  

“I’m sorry,” you tell him as you step away, quickly adjusting your dress before wiping your tears from your cheeks. There was a time where that was Eddie’s job but being chronically single since the breakup, you’ve learned to do it for yourself again 

“For what?” He asks, tilting his head to the side as he slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans to prevent from reaching out for you. 

“For hugging you,” you reply as if it’s obvious, but clearly it’s not since he’s still looking at you like a confused puppy. Has he always been this adorable? 

“Baby-” he cuts himself off, the nickname coming so naturally like it hasn't been months since he’s called you that. “You can hug me anytime you want. Especially after that.” 

“Sorry,” you shake your head. “This is just weird for me, I guess. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here and I guess old feelings are just flooding back.” You’re chuckling awkwardly like you shouldn’t be saying it, but it’s honestly music to Eddie's ears.

Eddie’s brain short circuits as you finish speaking. Old feelings? So you don’t still love him. You don’t feel the same way as he does and that absolutely kills him. This whole thing has just become torture but he can’t get himself to walk away because he’s still wrapped around your goddamn finger. Some things just never change. 

“Well, I um-” you cut yourself off, now feeling flustered. “I should get back to my friends,” you jerk your thumb over your shoulder and Eddie couldn’t be more disappointed. He really wishes he had more time with you, realizing just how much he missed you now that you’re leaving again. If he doesn’t say something now, he’s going to be kicking himself for the rest of his life. 

“Wait,” he calls after you and you turn around, clearly caught off guard by him still having something to say. “I get off in about an hour. Do you want to…go somewhere?” 

“Eddie…” You look hesitant, almost caught off guard and now he’s trying to think of how he can backtrack since he’s clearly made you uncomfortable. 

“I just want to talk.” You think about it and Eddie can practically see the gears turning in your head. You want to, you really do, but there’s so much that you want to say that you probably shouldn’t. 

You want to tell him how much you miss him, how you miss being wrapped up in his arms, the way he’d squeeze you tight before the two of you fell asleep. You miss the humming that he did or the tv constantly playing on low volume in the background because he hates silence. 

You miss his kisses and even though it’s been over a year since your last one, you still vividly remember what his lips felt like. They were almost always chapped and he often tasted like the mint gum he chewed to cover up the tobacco for you. 

“Okay, yeah,” you nod, craving to be in his presence so badly. Being here with him now, all of that anxiety and dread you’ve been carrying around with you is gone, replaced with warmth that’s spreading throughout your body, the calm that always coursed through you when you were around him. For the first time in so long, you finally feel like you’re home. 

-

Eddie’s feeling clammy as he stands outside the club. He’s smoking a cigarette to help ease his anxiety but it’s not working. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to talk to you. Maybe because there’s so much uncertainty. There’s so much he wants to say and he’s unsure how you’re going to take it all. He wants to tell you just how much he misses you, how much he still loves you. It’s fucking breaking him being apart from you and when you left, he felt like he lost his purpose, his passion for everything gone with you in the moving truck. 

And the thing is, he doesn’t even blame you for leaving because what else were you supposed to do? That’s what happens when people break up. He just wishes he had gotten the chance to say goodbye since you made the decision to leave while he was at work. He got home and all of your stuff was gone, those cute little mugs you had collected over the years gone from the kitchen cabinet, your books that you would read to him every night before bed disappeared from his bookshelf along with everything else that you owned. 

Seeing you tonight made his feelings for you even stronger and now he can’t even fight them off like he usually does. They have to make themselves known, wanting Eddie to not deny them anymore. He guesses he can’t now and he honestly has no idea what he’s going to say to you without looking like a lovesick fool. 

So he just continues to smoke his cigarette until it’s gone, then reaches for his pack to get another one when you exit the club, giggling with your friends before saying goodbye to them and heading over to him. You’ve gotten even more beautiful since he last saw you a couple hours ago and it hurts so bad knowing that he can’t have you. After getting your closure, the two of you will go your separate ways and Eddie will go home to a bottle of tequila and put on the mixtape he made for you while he drinks until he cries himself to sleep. 

He’s pathetic and he knows it. He’s imagining you telling him that you miss him too then sharing a kiss that’s filled with fireworks. He really needs to get a grip and stop wishing for something that will never happen.

“So,” you speak up, standing there awkwardly as you fiddle with the strap of your purse in your hands. “Where are we going?” Eddie completely forgot to come up with a spot and now he’s panicking, saying the first thing that comes to mind. 

“Dina’s,” he says as he takes one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out underneath his boot. Your eyes widen at the name, memories flooding your mind of sitting in your favorite booth, the two of you giggling over pancakes and a milkshake with two straws. 

Eddie suggesting that place is like a stab to the gut, too painful to go there and try to relive the good memories of your failed relationship, but you think that maybe it won’t be too bad. 

“Dina’s, wow, I haven’t been there since-” you cut yourself off, wondering if this is even a good idea, talking things over with your ex, bringing up the past as you both mourn what could have been. You’re just not sure if you should be doing this. Maybe it’s not too late to catch a cab and go home.

“Since our anniversary,” Eddie finishes, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, seeing that you’re not wearing one, your shoulders bare, your arms wrapping tighter around your body to try and warm yourself up but it’s not working. It’s taking everything in him not to give you the jacket right off his back but he knows you won’t take it, too stubborn like always. 

“Right,” you nod, knowing that this will be nothing like that. It will just be an awkward and painful conversation that you really wished you hadn’t agreed to. You have tried so hard not to think about Eddie, pushing out every single thought you’ve had but there is always going to be little pieces of him sprinkled into your life. Whether you like it or not, there’s always going to be something that reminds you of him, taking you back to that painful place where you left him as you moved out that day. 

Eddie leads you to his van and you can’t help but feel like this is a date. You wish it was, though. Maybe you’ll be able to turn everything around and he’ll be your boyfriend again. Or your friend at the very least. 

He opens the passenger door like he always used to and helps you into the van and it’s just like old times. You look around the van as he rounds the hood and it looks exactly the same, the stickers that have been on the dash since you’ve known him are still there, even the ones you gave him. 

They’re curling up at the edges, the adhesive wearing off, but that only means that he’s loved them so much that they’ve been there a while. You run your fingers over them as Eddie gets into the driver’s seat, watching you from where he’s sitting with a smile that’s filled with admiration. 

He starts up the van and catches you singing along to the next song on the tape he’s got in. It’s the last one you made for him that he plays in a loop because apparently he loves to torture himself. It’s got his name written across it in your handwriting with sloppily drawn hearts all over it. 

He can’t keep that stupid smile off of his face and joins you, both of you laughing through your duet as if no time has passed. Things are so different now but one thing you at least know for sure is that Eddie still loves ABBA. 

You sing the rest of the song, your laughter fading away as another one starts and now it’s just awkward silence. Neither of you know what to say even though you unknowingly still love each other. If only the two of you could get over your anxiety and just say it already. 

But you can’t. You won’t. You already hurt him once and you’re not going to do it again. He’s doing so well and you’re not going to stumble into his life and claim your have feelings for him when he’s definitely over you. 

If only you could see how lovesick Eddie still is. If only you could get back all the cobwebs that have gathered in your past and see the future that’s right in front of you. Eddie is still as head over heels for you as he’s always been. He never stopped loving you even when everything went to shit. He’s tried, god, he’s tried. He’s wanted to forget you, but you’re always still there, stuck in his mind forever. 

He pulls up to the restaurant and you’re thrown back in time again, another flashback that you can’t seem to escape as much as you want to. You remember the tender touches of your hands across the table and the loving stares and now you’re just sitting across from each other like two people on a blind date. 

You hate that you still remember your exact orders even though you haven’t even thought about this place since the last time you sat in this very booth. His hand is resting on the table as he looks at the menus and god, you just want to reach for it, to know if they’re as rough as you remember. You hope he still uses that lotion you always used to buy him. 

He’s sitting there, looking so pretty with his hair tucked behind one ear, moving an unlit cigarette between his fingers that’s always been a nervous habit. You hate that he’s nervous but you completely understand why. This is uncharted territory. You’re completely different people now and this whole thing was completely unplanned. 

You mimic him and look at your own menu but you’re not even hungry. You’re actually feeling sick thinking about why you’re actually here. You’re nervous as shit to have this conversation. You just know he’s going to break your heart and you suppose you can’t even be upset with him since you deserve it for leaving him all that time ago without even so much a goodbye. But the thing is, you actually actually left because you were terrified to see the look on his face so you fled to avoid the pain of seeing how heartbroken he was. 

“So,” he says, taking a deep sigh as he sets his menu on the table, looking you in the eyes as he does so. 

“So,” you repeat in the same fashion and furrow your eyebrows when he brings his hands up to cover his face, scrubbing at his eyes. He then slaps his hands onto the table which startles you, looking at you with that fire that you’ve missed the entire night. 

“I’ve gotta be honest,” he says, his gaze still burning into yours. “I’ve missed you. Like, so much that I can’t even stand it.” He knows that it’s rushed and that he probably sounds crazy and eyes widen at his confession, he’s terrified that he’s scaring you away. God, he’s driving you away again, fucking up one more time before you leave his life for good. He just can’t seem to get it right. 

Before he can even finish his speech that he’s been writing in his head for months because in the blink of an eye, you’re sitting right next to him, a goofy but adorable grin on your face. He has no idea what’s going on but he sure as hell isn’t going to deny you being in such close proximity to him. 

“I’m sorry,” he replies, nervous all over again because even though you’re smiling at him, he can’t help but feel iscared that you’re going to slip through his fingers. “I-I don’t know why I said that. I just-”

“Eddie,” you cut him off, your hands cradling his cheeks like they used to and his eyes widen as he stares at you, wondering what you’re going to do next. 

“Yeah?” He asks, his voice small for the first time tonight. 

“Will you please just shut up?” You ask before pressing your lips to his, pouring out all of your repressed emotions for the past year pouring into it and you don’t even care that you’re crying. You just need this and apparently Eddie does too because his arms are wrapped tightly around you, his own tears trailing down his cheeks as he involuntarily whimpers against your lips. 

This is the best way he’s ever been shut up in his life and it’s crazy to him just quickly you’re both able to do this after so long, picking it up like it’s nothing. It gets progressively more hungry and as you’re sticking your tongue into his mouth, you suddenly realize where you are, deciding that you can’t exactly do what you’re doing here. So you stand from the table and offer him your hand which he gladly takes. 

You’re both out the door in a flash and as soon as you’re heading down the alley between the diner and the other building, you’re pulling Eddie into the dark, pressing yourself to the wall as your lips find his again, somehow even more hungry than before. You’re both crying again but you’re too caught up in your need for each other to be embarrassed. 

His hands are sliding up your dress as he kisses down to your, nipping at whatever skin he’s able to get his teeth on as he goes. It starts off as gentle kisses as he murmurs the words “I missed you” against your skin but it gets progressively more intense as he begins to suck on your skin, making your brain feel fuzzy. 

“I missed you too,” you moan as he pushes you gently against the wall. He’s pulling down your thong and you let him despite being so out of practice that you’ve felt so nervous about sleeping with anyone else. Being with Eddie, though, just feels so right. 

You unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his underwear, so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even notice that he’s slid himself inside you, both of you grunting at the tight fit.  

He’s moving slowly at first but progressively gets faster, missing the feeling of being inside you, missing the way you moan, the way you grab onto him, scratching up any part of him you can get your hands on, missing you. God has he missed you. It feels so right being here with you now.

He’s moving so fast, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pumps and pumps, his lips finding yours again, biting down on your bottom lip as another moan slips past your lips. It’s loud and he’s eating it up, wondering how much more he can get out of you before you’re absolutely spent. 

You’re close already but to see how long you can hold out. You’ve gone so long without him between your legs that it doesn’t take much for you to orgasm, to completely undone as he bottoms out inside you. He’s still going as you whine his name, pumping in and out, in and out until he reaches his own orgasm, moaning so loudly that you’re almost concerned that someone is going to hear him. 

The words “I love you” fall from his lips and you melt when you hear them, so happy that he still feels the same way, that the love you have for each other has never faded. You’re both smiling now as you pull him into another kiss, mumbling the words back to him against his lips. A laugh escapes his lips as he pulls away and he picks you up and spins you around. He’s the happiest he’s been in so long. 

“C’mon, angel,” he says, grabbing hold of your hand and leading you back to his van that’s around the corner. “Let’s go home.”

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Princess and the B

Barty Crouch Jr x Nott!Reader

Summary: Barty rescues you when your older brother refuses to let you go to the Yule Ball.

Tags: Pureblood Reader, Slytherin reader, Ravenclaw Barty, fluff, mention of weddings, Yule Ball

“I forbid it.” Tiberius declares, silencing the common room. The only noise heard in the dungeon ishelake splashing against the window. “Ti, that’s not fair. Everyone else is going.” His glare sharpens as he stalks forward. “I do not care if you find it fair or not. Since Father passed, it is my job to protect you. I cannot let you go to the ball with a boy who will defile and use you to get closer to our family name.” I sigh, stubborn tears pull in the corner of my eyes. “Ti.” I whine, stomping my foot. Sure I am acting like a child, stomping my foot, but surely Tiberius can’t control every aspect of my life. Just because he is head of house does not allow him to act like my father.

“Nott, may I interrupt?” Barty Crouch Jr steps in between, creating a wall between my brother and I. “What do you want Crouch? Aren’t you supposed to be up in your bird’s nest?” Tiberius snaps, furious at the intrusion of our conversation. “Well since your dear little sis just wants to go to the ball so bad and you're worried someone will use her, which is unlikely with how smart she is.” Barty sends a wink over his shoulder, causing a blush to appear on my cheeks. “Seeing as I am a Crouch, who’s vault is just as vast as the Notts, why don’t I take her?” Tiberius eyes squint questionably as he looks at Crouch. “What do you get to gain from this?” I look at Crouch, one of the most eligible and most desired men of our year. What does he gain from taking me?

"First off, I wouldn’t have to keep fighting all the desperate witches throwing themselves at me.” The common room erupts in chuckles and scoffs, reminding me this conversation was very much public. Barty steps back, falling beside me. “Plus she is great company.” His hand hovers over the center of my back. Tiberius looks between the two of us. Minutes pass as the common room waits. “Fine. I will allow it.” I scoff as Ti leaves, returning to his room with Malfoy. “Don’t expect me to thank you. You, Barty Crouch Jr, are not my hero.” I snap, ignoring the giant smirk on his beautiful tan face. “Whatever you say princess.” I stomp my foot, turning to leave. “Go back to your nest Junior.” His belly laugh fills the common room. “Good night Princess.”

My hands run over the navy blue dress, wiping any creases (and anxiety) away. “Darling, quit fretting. Junior is going to drop to his knees when he sees you.” Narcissa brushes the hair out of my face. I nod. She was right. I am hot. Barty is lucky to be my date. No need to panic.

“Thank you Cissa.”

My heart thundered as I walked down the stairs. Salazar, why am I so nervous? This was a mutually beneficial deal. I get to go to the ball without Tiberius breathing down my neck and Barty won’t have to worry about girls flinging themselves at him.

The air in my throat catches as I notice Barty at the end of the staircase. His jet black hair styled perfectly. His dark green robes perfect. The soft smile on his face. Perfect.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, princess.” I take his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. “You look acceptable, Junior.” I tease, a lazy smirk on my face. “You know you will say my name willingly by the end of the night.” The twinkle in his eye almost made me believe it. I giggle, leaning my head against his shoulder as we walk into the Great Hall. “Not a chance.”

Four Years Later

“One more dance. Please.” Barty whispers, his arms wrapped around my waist. His chapped lips leave a small trail of kisses from my neck to my bare shoulder. I giggle, leaning into his hold. I stood in the middle of our bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts. “B, I’m sleepy.” Barty chuckles, spinning me around. “Cmon, princess. It’s our wedding night.” He presses a kiss to my cheek. “One more dance for your dear husband.” I yawn, nodding. “Whatever you want, love.” Another kiss, this time on my nose. “Anything?” I tilt my head up, a twinkle in his dark gray eyes reminds me of our first dance. “Anything. Within reason.” His head falls back, a hearty chuckle falls from his lips. “We are Crouchs. There is no reason.” I giggle, swaying in place. “I love you B.” Barty leans down, pressing a slow kiss to my lips. “I love you too, Princess.”

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

Ohhhhh I got an idea while listening to The Offsprings' This Is The Last Time 😅 would you maybe do an imagine where Bucky and the reader somehow have an affair but every time they're in bed, they tell themselves it's the last time because they don't wanna ruin their friendship. But of course they're both always on each other's mind and neither of them can't stop thinking about the other one. So after another time sleeping together, it's enough for Bucky and he keeps pushing her back into his arms as she tries to leave before anyone notices, and he asks her to stop hiding and finally be his girl, and of course she says yes ? Smut and fluff please if you like ♥️

OMG OMG THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST ON TUMBRL, AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S A BUCKY FIC, LIKE YOU'VE NO IDEA.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS MESSAGE @twistersmaverick I hope you like it!

English isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any kind of spelling mistakes

Also that Offsprings' song is really good, but when you said that reader said that she doesn't want to ruin the friendship she has with Bucky, THIS IS THE SONG THAT STARTS PLAYING ON MY MIND FR

"THAT'S MY GIRL"

You and Bucky had been friends for a long time.

When the captain introduced you to the team, the super-soldier couldn't take his eyes off of you. You started out as a friendship that eventually turned into something deeper.

That's how you ended up in his bed. You both thought it would only happen once, but after that, the times you'd sneak into each other's rooms late at night became more and more frequent.

One of those days, you found yourself between the soft sheets of his bed while he kneaded your hair with his metal hand. His fingers would slip through your locks every so often, making you reach out to him like a cat looking for sunlight.

So you decided to break the silence.

-This has to be the last time, Buck -you whispered, making him stop his movements -I don't want this to ruin our friendship

Bucky watched you for a moment, before slowly nodding his head.

-If that's what you want, that's what we'll do, sweetheart - he murmured, accepting your decision-

After that little conversation, you didn't slip between his sheets again, nor did he slip into yours.

During missions, you worked well together, as always. But when night came and Bucky reached out to the side of the bed where you usually slept and you weren't there, something stirred in his chest.

The same thing happened with you.

The days became an ordeal while each and every night you wondered if the sergeant missed you as much as you missed him.

In the end, the tension you felt for each other ended up exploding after an intense mission to recover a dangerous artifact manufactured by Hydra.

The entire team was exhausted, so they went to rest in their respective rooms. Wanda had been seriously injured, so Vision had moved in with her in your room.

That's why you resigned yourself and asked Bucky to let you sleep with him as you had done many other times. Only this time it was different.

You laid down on the side of his bed you usually laid on, and after saying a simple “good night” you snuggled up against the pillow and closed your eyes to try to get some rest, trying to ignore his powerful presence behind your back.

Then you felt his powerful arms gently holding your hips to pull you closer to him. For a moment you let him do it, enjoying the contact, before slowly moving away, eliciting a growl from him.

-We can’t do this, Buck -you whispered- What if someone finds out?

-No one will find out, baby -he assured- we've been very careful these past few weeks, we can continue to be so

-I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that - you said somewhat embarrassed by his sudden touch on your lower belly, the contrast between his flesh hand and the metal one made it increasingly difficult for you not to give in to him-

-Don't hide anymore -he murmured whispering in your ear- be my girl, doll

Slowly his hand slipped into your pants and into your underwear, making you let out a gasp.

The way you opened your legs a little more was enough for Bucky to know what your decision was before you said it out loud.

-Okay –you swallowed hard- I'll be your girl –you said making him smile- please Buck… -you gasped when you felt how the index finger of his metal hand separated your lips to catch your clitoris and play with it between his fingers-

-That's my girl –he celebrated when he saw how you lowered your hand to hold his wrist- look at you, always so desperate for me –he murmured as you moved your hips against his hand- fuck, you're taking me so well…

-Another one –you asked in a low voice- Bucky please… I need…

-I know, princess –he whispered- I can feel how you squeeze against my finger –he said moving it against you, making you lose your mind little by little- open your legs for me, honey –he ordered- I want my girl to cum –he growled in your ear- Can you do that for me?

-Yes – you gasped, moving back against him – I'll do anything for you – you confessed – please…

-Okay, princess – he stammered, smiling amusedly – ​​I'm going to make you cum, because you've been a good girl for me – he whispered – so you deserve a reward for it, don't you think?

You nodded, unable to say a word, before you felt him add a second finger inside you, moving in sync with the first.

A muffled moan came from between your lips, as a gasp came from his.

You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from making noise, but he slowly removed it.

-Don't do that -he asked gently- I want to hear how good I make you feel- he growled making you moan louder- come on baby, I know you're close, I can feel you- he panted pushing his fingers deeper inside you-

-Bucky… -you murmured- I'm going to cum…

-Do it, baby –he whispered- cum for me

You unloaded against him hard and as you tried to catch your breath, you felt I saw him finally pulling you into a hug as he whispered:

-That's my girl

[muchanmocha]

Do you think that Luka has a hard time understanding and/or feeling remorse for his actions if they don’t directly affect him, and do you think this is why he lacked a reaction at Hyun Woo’s death? Your post about him being horrified by killing his clones when he really wanted to set them free was great, and that, along with him also being horrified at Hyuna’s death, has me wondering this. But Luka seemed to genuinely see Hyun Woo as his friend even though they weren’t as close towards the end, but maybe they had drifted far enough apart in Luka's mind that he didn’t really associate himself with Hyun Woo at that point? What do you think?

[Referencing this post]

I actually have a longer post in the works about how the dead clones scene fits into the bigger picture and why I think it'd basically set everything else in motion, including what happened with Hyun Woo. But I can try to respond with some of the main points here!

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Why did Luka lack a reaction to Hyun Woo's death, unlike with the clones and Hyuna?

But that's exactly it isn't it? Those two events bookend all of the times inbetween where Luka doesn't seem to care.

The scene with the clones is significant because it's the first time.

The scene with Hyuna is significant because it happened to Hyuna, and as I will get into further down, Hyuna fulfills a specific role for him.

What happened to the dead clones utterly broke his will and Luka chose to cope with that by completely withdrawing into himself, essentially committing to a form of escapism or dissociation.

In your dreams, you'll run and play

In paradise

— Wiege

I think after the clones incident, he basically just started blocking out everything that involves him processing death and loss.

That's where Hyuna comes in.

Hyuna is his escapism.

[Made a post breaking down the events with Hyun Woo here]

What changed with Luka and Hyun Woo wasn't that they drifted apart so Luka didn't care about him enough to be affected by his death.

What changed was that after the clones died, Luka threw away a reality he couldn't cope with to drown himself in Hyuna and only Hyuna.

In other words, he didn't react to Hyun Woo's death because it's part of the reality he's denying. He's (perhaps subconsciously) not allowing himself to acknowledge it or process it.

But he can't do that with Hyuna.

If Hyuna is his way of escaping from reality, where is he supposed to go, to escape to, when she's the one dying?

Despite the blood that follows him, Hyuna is the probably first time he's been forced to confront death since that very first scene with the clones.

Do you think Luka has a hard time understanding/or feeling remorse for his actions if they don't directly affect him?

There are strong implications that come with the fact that Hyuna told Luka to forgive himself.

It means he hasn't forgiven himself.

He keeps running away from what happened, and what's happening, because he isn't able to and won't be able to forgive himself for what he's done.

By not acknowledging the present and not processing the deaths that follow him, he essentially side-steps the problem.

He doesn't have to confront the guilt, shame, internal struggles, or the question of forgiveness... if it had never happened, right?

(To be clear he does know that people have died, whether that be Hyun Woo or the Alien Stage contestants he went up against.)

(However knowing something and processing something are two different things and I suspect he's mentally blocking himself from doing the latter.)

The dead clones incident can only affect him so deeply because he does have the inherent capacity for compassion.

But the world of Alien Stage is not kind to those with compassion. So he throws it away.

The post-Round 7 interview states that Luka looks down on Mizi and co for getting swept up in their emotions.

Luka likely dismisses this as foolishness by simply avoiding it.

— Post Round 7 Q&A, Patreon

Yeah, he does. I mean he basically dialed up that avoidance to 100.

Vivimeng describe Mizi and co as "strong individuals who, in a space that seems inhumane, seek to connect by loving others."

And that's absolutely true. They really are brave individuals for daring to care when it will only hurt more if they do.

At the same time it's understandable that Luka chose to turn away from that.

At a young age, he's already been shown, quite brutally, what happens if you care.

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Thanks for the ask, anon! I ended up connecting even more dots while writing this up lol