#shot myself in the foot and got mad about it

[dan-whoell]

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turns out i had insta notifs blocked on my phone

[ramp-it-up]

That Face

Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasn’t.

You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.

“Careful Doll, I’m gonna have to carry you home.”

After just six months of dating, you’d moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldn’t fall in love with Bucky?

Who wasn’t still in love with Bucky?

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.

“That sounds hot, Bucky, but I’m pissed…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“No, I’m mad.”

You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Bucky’s hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.

“You good, Doll?”

His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldn’t let you accept that.

“No! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. You’ve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!”

Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t know the guys would be in town. It’s my crew.”

“I can take your army buddies, but her. She’s a bitch!”

“Wow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I don’t like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.”

Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you weren’t done.

“She still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when I’m a slut for your cock.”

Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.

“I don’t want Sharon, Doll. I want you.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.

“Look at that fucking face.”

You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.

“No one gets to ride this dimple but me!”

This time Bucky didn’t care about who heard, you’d peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.

Even though drunk, you read his expression.

“Yep!”

You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.

“Betcha didn’t know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunset….”

This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.

Then he grinned.

You read him again.

“Oh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mine…”

Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I am yours, Doll.”

“So she can’t ride your face?”

Bucky slowly shook his head.

“No, only you.”

You sighed and sagged into his arm.

“Good, because I-“

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, who’d left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.

You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you weren’t quite ready to eat.

You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.

You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Bucky’s friends. Which included Sharon Carter.

Bucky’s ex.

“Bucky’s just being nice, y’know?”

Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jameson’s.

You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Bucky’s sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.

That face.

“Shit!”

Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.

You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.

“See something you like, Doll?”

“Morning.”

“G’morning Sunshine..”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.

Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t answer my question, Doll.”

Bucky’s mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.

“Don’t tease me Bucky…”

“I should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.”

“James! I was drunk!”

“They say we are the most honest when we’re drunk.”

Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

“D’you believe that I don’t care about Sharon?”

You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“I believe you. I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Doll.”

You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.

“Gotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.”

Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.

“Been so long, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.

You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.

“God I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.”

You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.

“M’sorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?”

You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.

“Come up here and ride this irresistible face.”

You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.

“There she is.”

Bucky’s fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me.”

And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.

“So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.”

Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.

But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.

Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.

“That’s a girl. Bounce on my tongue.”

You did as you were told, feeling Bucky’s chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.

“Smear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.”

Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.

“Now sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. ”

You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.

His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.

“J-James…”

Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.

You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.

Bucky’s hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.

You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.

“Oh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.”

You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.

“So… fuck it feels so good…

You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.

Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.

“Mmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!”

“Oahhhh oh ahhh.”

Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.

“More… please!”

You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Bucky’s thumb in to the hilt.

Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.

“Please please please…”

“Hmmph… yesssss.”

Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Ummmmmm!”

Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.

You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.

“Unnnnh!”

Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.

“Unh ahhhh.

“So pretty, Doll. Stay right here.”

Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.

“Want this ass. Gonna give it to me?”

“Bucky…”

“She’s ready for me now.”

Bucky’s finger found that hole again.

“Gonna make you feel real good.”

You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.

He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.

“Nice and loose for me.”

You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.

“Please Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. You’re my best girl. My good girl.”

You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.

You didn’t need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Bucky’s mouth again.

“Anything! Anything you want, Bucky…I want it too! Ah…”

You just couldn’t resist that face.

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take out [bro's 1k — seonghwa]

in which: you get mad at your roommate for forgetting to feed and water himself properly.

word count: 1k

content: fluff, f2l, "did you eat yet" vibes, super wholesome tbvh

rated: PG | safe for work!

author's note: slight tw: food— ed's are not mentioned, but the fic could come across that way (not intentional i swear) so please proceed cautiously!

You and your roommate got along pretty well. At first, you were a little hesitant on living with him because he seemed a little too high maintenance for your liking, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt, and it was one of the best decisions you had ever made.

Lately, though, your roommate was going through it. Classes were getting harder, and he was struggling to keep his head on straight. You would catch him studying in the kitchen at three in the morning and then see that he fell asleep in the kitchen when you got up for class; or sometimes, you could hear him in his room sobbing quietly to himself because he wasn't understanding the material or because he had a splitting headache— there were many reasons.

You felt bad for the guy, and you really wanted to cheer him up, but when you moved in with each other, you both agreed that you wouldn't pry into the other's life unless they wanted to talk about it. Your roommate never brought it up, and you weren't allowed to bring it up, so the only thing you could really say to him was, "Thank God we're seniors. We're almost done," and he would pick up on what you were really trying to say, but he would never bite because he never wanted to share that part of his life with you, apparently.

However, you finally put your foot down and crossed the line one day. You saw that your roommate— who was already pretty thin to begin with— was getting a little too skinny, and you especially noticed when you saw how tiny his wrist had become.

"Hey, why does your wrist look like that?" you asked one day while the two of you were in the kitchen.

He was studying, and you were making food. He hand his hand on his textbook, and the second you pointed out his hand, he quickly hid it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Seonghwa, don't play with me. Show me your wrist," you said firmly.

Begrudgingly, Seonghwa offered you his hand, and you immediately snatched it before he could pull another fast one on you. His fair skin always showed off his blue veins, but you could see the tendons in his arm moving with the most minimal of movements.

"Park Seonghwa, I'm going to ask you this, and I'm only going to ask once. Have you been eating properly?"

"I... Um..."

"Have you intentionally been skipping meals?!"

"No! No," Seonghwa immediately denied. "It's just more like I'm kind of forgetting to eat...?"

"How on Earth do you manage to forget to eat? You literally study in the kitchen!" you pointed out.

"Okay, I come to the kitchen to make myself food, but then I sit and study, and then I forget that I came to the kitchen to make food in the first place, and by the time I realize I'm super hungry, the day is long gone, and it's too late at night to eat food," Seonghwa explained.

"So you have been starving yourself."

"No! I just don't want to eat so late at night, so I just hydrate..."

"Oh my God, Seonghwa! Why haven't you said anything!"

"You're busy with school, too! I didn't want to be a burden," Seonghwa interrupted you.

"Still! This is insane! I swear to God, if you don't make yourself something right now—"

Seonghwa immediately shot out of his seat and scurried into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich, and you watched him make it and eat it before leaving him alone, satisfied that he at least had something.

Yet, the pattern kept repeating. Seonghwa would fall asleep in the kitchen and forget to eat, and when you shook him awake, he would just stagger to his room to sleep properly instead of eat then sleep.

One day, you could hear Seonghwa screaming from his room— your class got cancelled that day, so you assumed that Seonghwa thought you weren't home or something. You were so worried that Seonghwa was going to burst into tears, but you ended up having to hold back your laughter when you heard him screaming profanities and calling his classmates all sorts of colorful names.

So, while he was distracted with cussing out his group for his presentation, you snuck out of the apartment. You knew that Seonghwa was definitely going to forget to feed himself that day because he would be busy fixing everyone’s mistakes, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

One very fruitful grocery run later, you returned with bags all across your arms. You thought about cooking that night, but after carrying all the heavy bags, you decided to pick up take out sushi for dinner.

The second you walked through the door, Seonghwa popped his head around the corner, his eyes immediately widening. He rushed over to help you while exclaiming, “What is all this?! Also, why didn’t you ask for help?!”

“I wanted to surprise you! Also, I didn’t think I would buy so much!” you responded in the same tone with a laugh.

You and Seonghwa both struggled to put all of the bags on the kitchen island. You immediately started organizing everything while Seonghwa sat in one of the bar stools and watched you with complete amazement.

“Did you buy the whole store or something?” he commented.

“I think I did, actually… Oh, that bag is for you, by the way,” you pointed at the grocery bag closest to him.

Seonghwa pulled out the takeout sushi box from the bag, his mouth watering and his eyes sparkling.

“Did you buy me food?” he asked in awe. “Fuck, I love you.”

You froze when you heard the words leave his mouth because what the fuck did he say? Why the fuck would he say that? What did those words mean to him?

Seonghwa started scarfing down the food, completely unaware of the weight of his words. As you watched him innocently eat, your initial shock melted away; you didn’t care if his feelings were platonic or romantic.

“I love you, too, Seonghwa.”

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✫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘/𝐥/𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡✫

Pairing: cowboy!rafe x cowgirl!reader

(Not apart of the possible fic, this is just a blurb)

Warning: language

(Outfit of reader: white baby tee, blue flared jeans and your famous brown cowboy boots.)

--᪥☆𓃗☆᪥--

It was a sunny afternoon at the ranch, sky is clear and the warmth hitting your skin.

You were sat in your ‘chill’ room that was next to the living room. You’d call it a man cave but there was no beer or sports related things. It was your record room, you may be nineteen but you know your older music well. Your parents grew you up on 70s, 80s and 90s music. So you have your range of taste.

You walked out to your turn table, pushing up the lid. You reached over one of your shelves and grabbed one of your favourite albums, Rumours by Fleetwood Mac.

Slipping the vinyl out of its case, you gently placed it down on the turn table.

You skipped to your favourite song, also the second on the track, Dreams.

The song kicked in as you turned up the volume. You feel the music in your feet and you tapped to the beat. Sitting in your armchair. Your boot tapped the wooden floorboard.

Your voice like honey, sweet and smooth. With a slightly rasp your sang “now here you go again, you say you want your freedom.” You head bops subconsciously “well who am I to keep you down…”

You snag to the song. Completely forgetting Rafe was supposed to be coming over soon to help your father with the cattle.

You continued to bop your head and tap your foot as you sang to yourself. Your eyes shut as you feel the music.

Rafe had just pulled up to the ranch, aligning his truck door shut, he made his way to the porch.

He could hear the music as he got closer. He looked in the slightly opened window, seeing you. Sat in your chair, feeling the music. He smiled at the sight. Then his eyes widened slightly as he heard you sing.

“Now here I go again, I see the crystal vision… I keep my visions to myself, it’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams…and have you any dreams you’d like to sell?…”

If his jaw could physically drop to the ground, he’d let it.

“Dreams of loneliness, like a heartbeat drives you mad… and the stillness of remembering what you had… and what you lost, and what you had, oh what you lost…”

He watched you in awe, who knew his girl had such a voice. Don’t get him wrong, he knew you could shout and had a good set of lungs on you. But to sound almost exactly like Stevie Nicks, it wowed him.

He kept watching as you sang, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Women, they will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean you know.. oh thunder only happens when it’s raining, players only love you when they’re playing…”

He smiled to himself, he had to see this more often. Yeah, he heard you do karaoke down at the bar in town, but you were drunk.

“Say women, they will come and they will go, when rain washes you’ll clean you know.. oh thunder only happens when it’s raining… you’ll know… you’ll know, oh you’ll know…”

The song fades out and the next track of the album plays. He can see the soft smile on your face. He knew this was your favourite album, that’s why he bought it for you. Your parents had the album before, but it was lost up in the attic of your ranch. When he listened to you complaining for a solid ten minutes about it. He knew he had to get for you.

He smirked as you weren’t singing no more. “Hey, you should sing proud Mary f’me sometime.” He knew you liked Creedence Clearwater Revival.

Your eyes shot open at the sudden voice and saw Rafe. “Rafe! Jesus…”

“Nope, I’m not Jesus, you had it right the first time…”

“Oh piss off..”

“Nah, you know you can’t get rid of, besides, I’m here for your dad.”

You nodded as you got up and walked out of your record room and to the front door. You unlocked it and opened the front door then the screen door. He smiled down at you “hey baby, nice voice you got.”

You smiled as he leaned down and hugged you “hey, thank you, just don’t scare me like that next time” you both laughed.

He pulls away a little, still in each other’s embrace. He smiled then give you a soft kiss, which you returned. He looked in your bright eyes “so where’s your ol’ man?”

You nodded your head to the side “the stables, he’s checking up on Harley.” He smiled “she had her foal yet?” You shook your head “any day now, though…” he smiled and nodded. He stood up straight, but giving you one last kiss before he did.

“Alright, I’ll come back with your dad after we’re done, a’ight?” You smile and nodded “two cold beers are waiting.” He smirked “atta girl, see ya later, love ya.”

You smiled “love ya too…”

You leaned against the doorframe as you watched Rafe make his way over to the stables. You smiled as you saw him walk over to your father. You headed back inside and over to your record room.

Sitting in your chair once again.

Later that day, after they had finished working at the ranch. You placed two cold Coors cans on the outdoor glass table. Your father sat on his rocking chair, Rafe sat on the swinging bench on the back porch. You took a seat next to Rafe as both men talked. He had his arm on the back of the swinging bench. His finger tracing patterns on your shoulder, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

The sky turned into a pink and orange hue, the sun sets. Few of your dogs ran around the large open back yard. Your dad throwing a ball every so often for the dogs.

Moments like these you cherish. Even if it’s simply sitting in the back yard with your father and Rafe. Your mother and three siblings soon joined you three out the back. Your younger siblings making roasted marshmallows on the fire pit. Your youngest brother Daniel, would bring over two marshmallows and give one to both you and Rafe.

--᪥☆𓃗☆᪥--

[keis-slut]

OHHH BAE I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE TOTK/BOTW THING

How about the one we've talked about with link unconsciously making a love potion because he switched two ingredients and gave it to y/n ????

OHHHH BAEEE HI!!!

i love this idea, i actually thought of something like this before but never did it, i guess ur request was telling me he jus HAD to!

here’s my best take on that eeeee

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potion|link

CW: RIDING, SLIGHT DIRTY TALK, DRUGGING (?)

‘this should do it!’ he said.

‘i’m sure this’ll work!’ he said.

right, well, it definitely worked enough to ruin my pants, that’s for sure.

he knew he fucked up as soon as i couldn’t help but rub my legs together as my face grew hot, completely avoiding his gaze.

“a-are you ok?”

he stuttered, putting his arms out and leaning closer towards me.

bad idea, my judgement was so clouded by lust, i struggled terribly not to just pounce onto him.

i had no idea what was happening or what he did exactly, other than obviously completely mess up my elixir.

i know he didn’t do it on purpose, i watched him make it, and it seemed alright.

maybe we really should have double checked the ingredients…

you live and you learn, and now we learned the hard way.

i was now learning the hard way, at least.

“n-no! i don’t think you should come near me, link…”

he seemed to be taken aback by that statement, and was visibly hurt.

i didn’t mean it like that, but he just didn’t understand.

“what!? why? are you mad? do you not want to be around me now?”

he anxiously asked, worried expression across his face.

i stared at his features, my body pulsing harshly as my temperature was only rising.

i felt between my legs throb warmly, and suddenly my chest became very sensitive.

i suddenly felt my nipples harden under my shirt, the friction of them rubbing against my clothing only making me squirm slightly.

his eyes stared into mine, beautiful blue matching the sky above us, showing a dictionary of words in one blink that more than likely went unspoken.

his head tilted to the side, lips falling into a flat line as he worriedly stared at me.

staring at his lips was a bad idea.

i had to leave, so i shoved myself off the floor and into his house.

“hey-!”

i quickly swung open the door, but he shot after me fast, close enough to catch it before slamming shut.

i ran to the other side of the room, pressing my overly sensitive body against the wall, staring at him as he stood carefully away from me.

“y/n, what’s wrong? what happened? what did that elixir do!? tell me!”

he was throwing a mountain of questions at me, but all i could think about was him.

i opened my mouth to speak, but felt so embarrassed, i hesitated.

“y/n-!”

“-this is your fault link!”

i yelled, cutting him off, and he stepped forward more as i squeezed my legs together, feeling myself throb with each step he took.

“i’m sorry!”

he yelled back, and i just felt myself drip.

“now you have to fix it!”

he scoffed.

“i don’t even know what i made, how do i do that?!”

my stomach did a flip just before my next words fell from my mouth.

“fuck me!”

he stared at me for a second, before his demeanor then softened, but his expression fell confused.

“fuck you? y/n…did i…-”

i backed more against the wall as he dared to come closer, now feeling just how much of a mess i’ve painted against my cunt.

i felt myself throbbing so badly as he got even closer, my legs starting to weaken.

“i think you…made some kind of…intense love potion, maybe…”

i whined.

his arms fell to his side as he walked closer, leaning down to my height.

he was about a foot away from me now, horribly close.

“oh, i see now…”

he spoke, the sound of his voice now completely changed, almost condescending.

that’s not fair, this was his fault anyway!

“don’t say it like that, this is your fault!”

i walk into his face and point a finger, speaking up as i felt so embarrassed.

he put his arms up in defeat, and backed up slightly with wide eyes.

it seemed like he had an idea as he backed up a bit more, pulling a chair from his table and sitting down.

i pulled back and watched him sit, then immediately crawling to his lap once he grabbed my arm, and i noticed how restrained he was in his pants.

i felt him rub against me, my cunt throbbing hungrily as i did my best to slide my pants off my leg.

he started breathing heavier, grabbing my hips while i pulled down his pants just enough to let him loose.

i lifted myself up, wasting no time before clenching around his cock.

he slipped in so perfectly, so easily as my body has been subconsciously preparing for this anyway.

the wet noises as my cunt sucked him in made my face flush, but he felt so good as i took him fully.

he moaned loudly, and i collapsed against his shoulder as i bounced on his lap.

“oh, link! fuck! fuck!-”

hylia, i needed this so badly, i could cum right now.

and maybe i did already, but i didn’t stop.

i leaned back, looking down as me and him both stared at just how deliciously i milked him.

he stared as a white ring formed around the base of his cock, and clear liquid decorated the rest.

“w-what did you put in that thing? you fucking pervert”

i asked between moans, feeling myself grow tighter around him, and i knew he felt this when he gripped my hips much harder, whimpering heavily.

his face was incredibly red, this color flushing as far as the tip of his pointy ears.

his lap was now a mess, covered in everything leaking from my cunt, some even getting on his champions tunic.

i’ve definitely cum already, maybe a couple times, but i still didn’t stop.

i couldn’t stop.

i sloppily picked myself up and down on him, cock curving just enough to easily find the spot that made my head loll.

as soon as i found it again though, i felt the hero get up, placing his hands under my ass as he quickly threw me onto the table next to us.

“link?!-shit!”

i finally caught his eyes again for the first time in a bit, and they had completely changed, his eyes pooled with lewd desire.

“so it just makes you wanna be fucked like a whore, yea?”

his words surprised me, i never thought he could speak as filthy as so, but the groan from his mouth had told me the way my cunt reacted to that was a good thing.

or maybe i was just forgetting that he had taste tested the elixir before giving it to me.

my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him against me as he thrusted his hips, making my body tremble.

i tugged at his hair band, needy hands grasping and pulling at his now loose golden locks.

“guess ill just have to fuck the potion out of you now, huh?”

[darlingsfandom]

Being in a age gap relationship with Jim (delinquent season) and he is a perv & a little bit pathetic

We LOVE pathetic men around here 🥺💕

It was wrong! Very wrong. Jim was married, not happily but still married. He shouldn't be thinking about you. You're his neighbor. You've barely said two words to him since you've moved in next door. He often finds himself thinking about the day you moved in eight months ago. You were watching as some movers brought in the heavier stuff , sitting all pretty like on the porch swing with your legs crossed. Did Jim go say hi? No. He stood watching from his kitchen window. It wasn't until the next day when you were checking the mail that Jim came to meet you. He found out your name, where your from, that he's literally double your age and that you have a cat named Dumpling. And for eight long months Jim watched your every move.

Now here you are standing in front of him and his wife talking about how you've adjusted to the town while having a nice spaghetti dinner. Jim shouldn't be paying that much attention on how you slurp a noodle.

"So... any men around catch your eye yet!?" His wife let out a little laugh and so did you.

"Uh not really... just still focusing on myself you know? Don't want to rush anything." You we're lying through your teeth. Truth is you did have on eye on someone... Jim! Yeah we double your age and married but you knew Jim wanted you.

"You're right! It's good to focus on yourself and know what you like." His wife gave you a smile before sipping her wine. "If you'll excuse me... ladies room." She left , leaving the two of you alone. You sat there with a smirk on your face as you watched Jim stir in his seat. Your foot trailed up his inner thigh and press gently in his crotch. You licked your lips at him before getting up out of your seat , walking up to him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

"It's been a week Jim." You pouted at him.

"I know sweetheart, but she's going out of town tomorrow." He touched your cheek gently.

"Then listen carefully.... as soon as she's gone, you're coming over and fucking me or I swear, I'll give you blue balls from hell! Got it?" You cupped his face and smirked before quickly returning to your seat.

A few seconds later his wife returned with a smile that was faked. "How did you enjoy dinner?" She asked politely as you placed a paper towel on your plate.

"It was delicious . Jim's a lucky man." You smiled and gave her a wink as she blushed. Both of you helped clean up after dinner as Jim excused himself to the bathroom. You noticed the hard on straining against his pants as he ran in there.

"Probably all the wine." His wife laughed as you handed her the rest of the dishes. You helped wipe up the table as she washed the dishes and loaded the washer. Just as you went to talk her phone rang and she quickly asked you to tell Jim she had an urgent call. You made your way into the bathroom because Jim being Jim and rushing in there didn't lock it.

"JESUS CHRIST!" He jumped as he heard you enter the bathroom. "My wife is home and you know we can't ..."

"Shut up! She had an urgent phone call apparently and you're in here fucking your fist thinking of me." You we're fed up with the situation. You didn't being a secret but maybe you were fed up because usually you two could sneak in a quickie during the week but it's been a week and the most you've gotten is seeing Jim jerk off through the window.

"Then fuck... finish me off please!" He gave you a pout and how could you stay mad? You walked up behind him , laid your chin on his shoulder and jerked him off fast. It felt good to hold his fat cock again but it wasn't enough. You watched as his face twisted in pleasure as a silent orgasm hit him and his cum shot into the toilet.

"That's a shame, should've been shot up into me!" You kissed his shoulder before letting go of his cock and walked out of the bathroom with a sour look on your face. Jim followed shortly behind. He was wrapped around your finger and in too deep with how much he needed you.

[itsseohannbin]

• Like A Volcano | Part Six | • SMUT MDNI

Han Jisung Mini Series

© itshannjisung, 2024

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Chapter Genre: Crack💥 Angst⚡️Fluff 💕Suggestive Themes 💋

-Bestfriends to Lovers Trope-

Summary: being best friends with the kings of kpop always has its ups and downs, and when you're offered a spot on the next European-American book tour to promote the publishing of your new book, there's one kpop king in particular who just doesn't want you to go.

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x Female Reader x Bestfriend Skz

** Includes two of my own original female characters, both whom are romantically involved with two of the members. Chan x Jo / Minho x Ash **

Warnings: Swearing. brief vulnerability over the trauma yn went through. good guy Jisung (srsly why can't all men be this incredible?). tooth-rotting fluff throughout but mostly towards the end. the boys do not use honorifics. reader is called jagiya & princess SMUT; making out. dry-humping/grinding. breast/nipple play. dirty-ish talk. soft!dom Han. brief dom/sub reader. praise kink. slight doting. fingering. anal play (f rec). edging. unprotected sex (dont do this). p in v sex. reader is on the pill, though it is not mentioned. failed pull out method/cumming inside. multiple positions. hair pulling (m rec). crying during sex. biting. overstimulation (m and f rec). flaccid-fucking. multiple orgasms.

I think that's everything. lmk if I missed something!

Word Count: 11k (lol whoops)

Screenshot Count: 8

**this chapter is edited and revised**

Enjoy!

The second you stepped foot back inside of your apartment with Jisung by your side, a wave of anxiety stabbed you abruptly in the gut. Not because of what was yet to come once the two of you eventually reached the bedroom, but because that same helpless feeling you felt earlier in the night had returned, hitting you at full force despite having Jisung glued to your side.

Your eyes darted around the living room nervously as you dropped your keys onto the table by the door and discarded your shoes. You expected something to jump out from the shadows at any given moment, though logically, you knew nobody else was in here. 

Still, your body tensed as you strode further inwards, your jaw clenched in anticipation as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, waiting for something to happen.

A big part of you still felt Seojun lingering in every corner of the one-bedroom apartment you rented out, and when a gust of wind blew in through the cracked window and sent your curtains flying about, you nearly screamed in surprise. Fortunately, all that left your mouth was a small gasp, causing Jisungs arms to wrap around you in an instant.

“It’s alright, Jagiya.” he cooed softly in your ear as his arms tightened around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “He’s not here. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards in surprise at his words, causing you to turn in his hold and look at him in confusion.

“How did you-?” you paused and squinted at him, the pieces forming together quickly inside of your mind. “Minho, that bastard.” you finished with an annoyed grunt.

Obviously it was Minho.

Jisungs hand came up to hold the back of your head as he pulled you into a hug. 

“Please don’t be mad at Min, okay? When he, Chan, Jo and Ash left in a hurry this morning I knew something was going on. I practically forced it out of him the second they got back home.” he explained. "I didn't want to believe it until I saw for myself, so I'm sorry for what I said back at the club. You didn't deserve the way I spoke to you. I was just hurt and confused."

You swallowed roughly at the news, wondering how much Minho had told him.

“How much do you know?” You asked, barely registering the coldness that seemed to seep into your words. You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for Jisungs response.

“He didn’t tell me the details.” he reassured you, his arms still holding you in a tight embrace. “Just that that asshole was hurting you. He didn’t even tell me you were home.”

You nodded slowly, lost in thought. 

Despite wanting to be mad at Minho, you knew you couldn’t be. Your friends always had your best interests in mind, even if it didn’t seem like it at times, so Minho telling Jisung meant he was confident Jisung wouldn’t say anything to anyone, especially not to the others.

Though, you knew with how nosy and protective they all were, they’d all find out the truth eventually. It wasn’t like you were planning on hiding it from them, you just wanted to avoid the topic as long as you could. But right here, right now, you couldn’t think of any reason not to tell Jisung the details of what you went through.

You trusted him with your life, and this, whatever this was, was forever. He’d never leave your side again and you knew you’d never leave his.

“Do you want to know?” you asked softly, almost whispering as your head dipped and your eyes found your feet. You wouldn’t push it upon him, but you knew letting him know you trusted him with everything in you was important. He needed the reassurance, needed to see how serious you were about him, about this, about whatever came next for the two of you after tonight.

Jisung was silent for a moment as his fingers found the cast on your arm, causing your eyes to lift up anxiously and meet him once more. He looked pained and unsure as he stared at the plaster, as if the answer to your question was more than just a simple yes or no, because in all honesty, it was. 

This was about more than just finding out what makes each other tick, it was about being vulnerable and opening up about the trauma you worked so hard to push away. It was about giving someone the opportunity to destroy you and trusting them not to. It was about handing them a ‘get out of jail’ free card and then praying they wouldn’t use it, that they wouldn’t leave, that they’d stay.

It was scary. 

No, it was fucking terrifying, but for Jisung, you would do anything.

After a couple of short, thoughtful breaths, Jisung gave you a sad smile. 

“Not unless you want me to know. And even then, I won’t pressure you into telling me.” he answered, softly kissing the tip of your nose. “Just know that I’m not going anywhere, okay? No matter what you went through and who you become because of it, I’ll be right here. I’ll stick by your side while you work through this and do whatever it is you need of me to help. We’re in this together.”

It was like a flame had suddenly ignited inside the depths of your heart at his words. Like someone had poured gasoline into your veins in an attempt to bring you down, and Jisungs words, his encouragement, was the match that lit you on fire and allowed you to fight back.

The sentiment was short and sweet, one that anybody else would have laughed at and waved off as him being too cheesy, but to you, it meant everything. You could feel the sincerity and truth behind each vowel, each consonant, and it made your heart burst with a form of emotion you’ve never felt before.

It was more than the happiness and joy you felt when you were surrounded by your friends, more than the excitement and anticipation you endured when you walked out on stage and found thousands of fans staring back at you. It was more than any pain and sadness you felt during your time away.

This was it. This was true love. And you found it in your best friend, just like you always hoped you would.

A smile broke out onto your face and an unexpected sob escaped your throat as you stared into Jisungs big, beautiful eyes. The ones that held so much adoration, so much joy, so much respect. You saw galaxies upon galaxies inside them, the chocolatey brown nearly hypnotising you as they sparkled in the dim light.

In that moment, you wanted him, needed him, in every way possible, but the words got caught in your throat and all that you managed to squeak out was a small “Thank you Ji.”

Jisung smiled back at you, a laugh seeping from his lips.

“Anything for you, Princess.” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Anything, you say?” you then raised your eyebrow suggestively, causing his gummy smile to fade into one of his signature smirks.

The way his eyes darkened as if on cue had a fire stirring in your lower belly.

“Absolutely anything.” he chimed back without hesitation.

And those words of affirmation were all you needed to pick up where the two of you left off at the club. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you, swiftly connecting your lips to his. Immediately, he scooped you up and wrapped your legs around his waist as his tongue pushed against your lips, demanding entry.

Before you knew it, you were straddling Jisung on the couch, your tongues both slowly and lazily tasting each other, exploring the expanses of what the other had to offer. While your fingers threaded through his hair, his hands explored you at an achingly slow pace. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, his movements neverending as he memorised every inch of skin he could find.

All traces of wanting to rip his clothes off had exited your mind the second he sat the two of you down. There was no rush. You guys had the rest of your lives to jump into the sheets with one another. This night, however, would be one you both would remember for eternity, and the both of you cherished every breathing second you had as if it would be your last.

Every breath was slow, every touch delicate and teasing, every smile and giggle against the others lips dissolved into another long, searing-hot kiss. The two of you could stay like this for hours and still neither of you would be completely satisfied.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat like this for, just holding each other while your tongues battled for dominance, but when Jisung eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless and exhausted.

You didn’t say a word as his big eyes found yours, his hands finally teasing the hem of the shirt you had on, a look of question in his eyes. He was silently asking permission to go further, to touch more of you, and you hoped the half nod and smile you sent back his way would suffice as an answer as you were still struggling to catch your breath.

Jisung didn’t give you much time to do so before he captured your lips once more and put his hands to work.

When his large, calloused hands dipped beneath the fabric, a jolt of electricity shot across your skin and a gasp fell from your lips into Jisungs open mouth. He smiled against you before reaching his hands higher, his fingers softly tracing up your spine until he came into contact with the clasp of your bra.

With one flick of his wrist, your clasp was undone, and he wasted no time bringing one of his hands around to slip under the cup and grab ahold of your breast.

With his other hand, he pulled your shirt over your head while he gently kneaded you in his palm, your bra following shortly after. He pulled away from your lips and leaned back to briefly stare at your now naked chest in wonder. 

“Jesus Christ Jagi,” he whispered delightfully, his thumb coming up to run across your already hardened nipple. Your body jolted at the sensation, causing an evil grin to lift the corners of his mouth while a puddle formed in your panties. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A blush crept to your cheeks, but instead of feeling insecure and shying away from him, you felt your ego boost to a whole new level.

Jisung brought his face to your chest and delicately kissed the cluster of scabs that sat at the crevice where your torso and arm met. You expected the old cigarette burns to hurt when his lips came into contact with them, but you felt nothing but neutral sensitivity. The action was so intimate and soft you almost lost your senses, but then Jisung was back to the task at hand an instant later, the soft, sweet moment gone. 

“Does that feel good, Princess?” Jisung asked as he rubbed his thumb across your nipple once more, watching the way your head fell back while a moan escaped your lips. You nodded in response, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as they swung back before dragging forwards against the bulge in his pants that didn’t seem to fully go away ever since you kissed him in the club.

Both of you moaned noisily into the emptiness of the apartment as you repeated your actions several more times, the two of you feeling the wave of pleasure you both so desperately craved but were too nervous to insinuate up until now. 

“That’s it Jagi, lemme’ hear those pretty sounds.” Jisung mumbled as his other hand came up to cup your other breast, his thumbs now both circling around your nipples simultaneously.

Your jaw fell open and your eyes squeezed closed as pleasure shot through your body at his actions, another moan eliciting itself from deep within. With his thumbs gently playing with your nipples and his dick growing harder and harder against your core, you swore you were on cloud nine. A laugh escaped Jisungs throat as he watched you seductively grind against him.

“That’s my girl.” he praised softly, smiling up at you. Your eyes popped open at his words, the praise sending chills straight down to your pussy, and he flashed you another evil grin before bringing his face back into your chest. 

He wasted no time in clamping his mouth down around one of your nipples, his tongue expertly running over it as his now free arm folded around you, holding you against him and causing a halt in your hips movements. A high-pitched cry left your mouth when he pinched the opposite nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, his tongue still working wonders against you.

It had been so long since you had any of this, felt any of this, that you weren’t sure what to do, how to react. No one had ever touched you like this before. Seojun barely spared you any type of physical affection when the two of you got intimate, and if he did, it was brief, never lasting long enough for you to even get worked up over.

Jisung was bringing you into unfamiliar territory, and quickly at that. Despite his strong hold against your lower back, despite wanting to melt into the way his tongue slowly worked your sensitive bud, blowing at it and nibbling when he needed to breathe, you couldn’t help but wiggle. You needed to feel this on top of the added movement of your hips grinding against his. You needed to feel that warm, fuzzy feeling build up in your tummy that you haven’t felt in years.

“Ji.” you cried as your hands flew up to tug at his hair, trying to pull him from your chest. Jisung mumbled a soft ‘hmmm’ in response, his attention solely focused on your breasts. 

“I need more.” you whined. The way your lower lip jutted out was more than a little pathetic, you knew that, but with the way Jisung was pleasuring you right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Jisung pulled away from you then and craned his head back to stare at you. 

“What’s wrong, Princess?” he doted, his fingers pausing in their attack on your swollen nipple and coming up to tug at your pout. “You want more?”

You cried against his touch.

“I need more.” you emphasised, your hips still struggling to move against his firm hold. "I need you." 

Jisung paused to brush a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and giving you a firm kiss on the lips before he released his hold on you.

"God, I want you so bad Princess." he whispered as his darkened eyes sparkled into yours. You swung your hips back and grinded hard against him, continuing your previous assault on the boner in his pants.

"Then fucking take me already Ji." you begged.

Jisung let out a small sigh and brushed some more hair from your face.

"I can't." he pouted. “Even though there’s nothing I would rather do more.”

You quirked your eyebrow and smirked at him as your hips continued their slow movement against his.  "Oh, and why is that Ji?" you teased around a small gasp, bringing your face to his jawline where you began planting soft kisses. 

Jisung sighed once more, his body growing tense under you, and you immediately stopped all of your movements. You pulled back to look at him, your eyes widening in concern as you took in the anxious expression that had suddenly fallen upon his face and the way he was nervously chewing on his lower lip,

“Ji, Baby, what’s wrong?”

Jisung swallowed roughly before his gaze fell to your shoulder. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth completely, his breath shaky as he gave you a slow response, the anticipation killing you.

“I just,” he paused before his eyes found yours again, his once darkened pupils now dilated with worry. “I don't want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. We both have alcohol in us and I don’t want our first time to be made on a drunken decision that you’re gonna’ regret in the morning.”

His honesty melted your heart but his insecurities threatened to disintegrate it completely. You hadn’t even thought of the fact that the two of you were running on alcohol and adrenaline alone. You were completely consumed by him that you didn’t even stop to think about what he wanted, what he needed.

It was your turn to reach up and tug at his pout.

“Han Jisung, the man you are.” you whispered in complete awe. Jisung’s lower lip jutted out further and he blinked up at you through his long lashes.

“I’m sorry, Bubs.” he whispered. Instantly, your hands flew up to cup his face, forcing him to tilt his head back and look at you completely.

“Hey. None of that.” you lightly scolded. “Never apologise for speaking your mind and telling me how you feel, okay?” Your eyes shone into his so intensely Jisung thought he might cry. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint you and his anxiety was quickly making him feel as if he was.

He swallowed hard again, his eyes darting between yours. The two of you stared at each other intimately for a moment before he nodded, his body relaxing slightly beneath you.

"I will never regret you." you then added, making sure he understood every syllable and that he felt the truth behind your claim. “Never.”

A small breath of relief left Jisungs mouth and he nodded again, the reassurance charging him like a battery. That’s all he needed to hear.

“Thank you Jagi.” he whispered, his face leaning into the hands that were pressed against his cheeks. The warmth that radiated from your body mixed with the smell of you was soothing and comforting to him, so much so he suddenly felt tired and exhausted and like he could fall asleep right then and there.

You noticed his eyes closing, his body melding into yours, and you leaned forward to plant a kiss on his exposed forehead. Jisung smiled and opened his eyes slightly to beam up at you.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” you asked softly, your thumbs running delicately against his cheek bones. Jisung's eyes sparkled at your words, his lips tilting upwards into another one of his signature smirks.

“Anything?” he mimicked your words from earlier, causing a giggle to escape your lips. God, he could listen to that sound all day.

You gave his cheeks a small squeeze.

“Absolutely anything.” you quipped back before placing another kiss on his forehead, followed by one to his nose. Jisungs smirk broke out into a smile before he carefully hoisted you off of his lap and held his hand out to you while he stood from the couch.

“Come shower with me?” he asked, his eyes glimmering with joy. You stared up at him, your mind still trying to process how he managed to get you off of him and on to his feet so quickly.

“What?” you asked out of habit. It wasn’t that you hadn’t heard him, you heard him loud and clear, but your brain was foggy as the adrenaline from your lewd actions began to simmer.

Jisung took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet when you took too long to do so yourself. He wasted no time planting a kiss to your cheek before pulling you towards the bathroom door, that damn evil grin appearing on his face once more.

“The sooner we shower and clean up, the sooner we can go to sleep, and the sooner we go to sleep, the sooner we can wake up and do what we’re both dying to do right now.”

He didn’t even wait for your answer as he opened the door to the bathroom and pulled you promptly inside.

*****

Waking up the next morning beside Jisung was a strange and unfamiliar sensation. Not because you had someone in the bed next to you, that much you were used to by now, but because of the sheer level of intimacy that was shared between the two of you as your limbs tangled together in peace. 

You never woke up in another person's arms before, their face pressed into the back of your neck where their breath tickled you softly. It was strange to wake up engulfed in another person's scent, their arms wrapped tightly around your torso as if they were scared you’d disappear if they let go, even in their sleep.

It had been a long time since you woke up feeling this calm and at peace.

It had been a long time since you felt this safe.

You blinked your eyes open and glanced over at the alarm clock on your bedside table. It was only six in the morning. You let out a small groan. 

You were careful not to jostle Jisung too much as you reached blindly for your phone. You were happy to see you hadn’t received any more messages or calls from Seojun, but the twelve missed calls from Jo and the endless group chat messages left you feeling just as crappy.

You had totally forgotten to text the group last night to let them know you and Jisung were together and safe. You stifled a sound of guilt as you lazily swiped across the screen to read the messages everyone had sent.

You let out a small sigh, laughing silently to yourself at your friends and their antics. You debated texting them back, but Jisung shifting his body behind you had you dropping your phone to the table once more and turning softly in his embrace.

He lay on his back, his one arm still tightly wrapped around you while the other was now thrown across his forehead, trying to block the sunlight that poured into the room. A cool breeze blew through the open window, causing him to squeeze you against his warm body.

You rested your head onto his shoulder and glanced up at him, admiring him as he slept. 

He was absolutely exquisite.

His skin was glowing against the early morning sun, making the small scar along his forehead and the mole on his cheek stand out prominently. There were bags under his eyes, only slightly lighter than they were the night before, and his long eyelashes cast shadows across his cheeks beautifully.

The scar beside his eye was practically begging for you to run your finger along it, so you did, reaching up gently and making sure your touch was feather-light. With a mind of its own, your finger then moved to trace the bridge of his nose down to the tip before slowly running along the plushness of his lips. 

Your face began to heat up as you thought about his lips and what else they were capable of other than kissing you senseless, and you were so wrapped in the thought that you nearly jumped when Jisungs fingers dug into your side lovingly a moment later, signalling he was awake.

You grinned up at him and poked his mole, causing a smile to breakout across his face, his eyes still closed.

“Good Morning Princess,” he whispered, his voice raspy from sleep. “Did you sleep well?”

With your finger still prodding at the tiny beauty mark, you sighed.

“Better than I have in years.” you told him honestly. Jisung just smiled and brought his other arm around you again, pulling you up so you were laying on top of him, your legs now tangling with his.

You rested your hands along his naked chest, your chin propped on top of them as you melted into his touch and watched as his eyes opened slowly. He looked down at you as one of his hands reached up to brush his knuckles softly against your cheek.

“You’re so gorgeous, Jagiya.” he murmured. “I love you so much.”

You didn’t need to say it back. Jisung knew just from the twinkle in your eyes how deeply you felt for him. It made his heart pound in happiness.

The two of you were silent for a moment, staring at each other in wonder as you both got lost in thought. You felt breathless knowing he was yours now, completely and undeniably so.

You were so scared he wasn’t going to want you back after everything that happened. You were so sure you were going to tell him how you felt and he would just turn around and leave you in the dust, much like you left him. 

The fact that the two of you were here now, clinging to each other while you both tried to rid your bodies from sleep, was an absolute dream come true. It couldn’t have turned out better.

You impulsively reached one hand up to trace your fingers against his lips once more, your mind once again swirling with thoughts of him pleasuring you with it.

“I was so worried I wasn’t going to get you back.” you whispered, trying to mask the blush on your cheeks.

Jisung grabbed your fingers and kissed them gently before resting his cheek against them. 

“I was so worried you weren’t going to come back.” he answered just as quietly, his eyes staring into yours. You gave him a cheeky grin as you scooted up his torso, bringing your face level with his.

“Yejun told me about all of your late night endeavours. You’ve been pretty busy since I’ve been gone, huh?” you teased before planting a kiss to his cheek and nestling your face into his neck. You breathed him in as his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place. 

A sigh left his mouth at your words and he let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m not proud of who I became when you left. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me and it was obvious by my actions that I didn’t give a single fuck about those girls or their feelings.” he mumbled. You could tell by the tone in his voice he was severely disappointed in himself, so you lifted your head from his neck and poked his mole again as you stared into his eyes.

“Hey, those girls were lucky to have been underneath you.” you joked. Jisung gave you a soft smile and pushed some hair out of your eyes again as he answered, causing your heart to leap in your chest.

“And yet, none of them stood a single chance against you.”

You dimpled up at him, feeling speechless at his cheesy words before planting a tender kiss to his lips, though Jisung suddenly had other ideas in mind.

As you pulled your face away from him, his hand came up to hold the back of your head, halting you so he could chase you with his lips and pull you back down.

Despite the forty-five minute shower the two of you had the night before, where you did nothing but make out relentlessly in between washing each other's bodies, you still felt your stomach flutter when he pushed his lips against yours.

Despite the hour or so afterwards that you guys spent just holding each other in bed and kissing, never reaching past second base, you still felt your heart thump excitedly in your chest when Jisungs tongue slipped past your swollen lips and battled against yours.

Kissing him now felt as natural to you as breathing, but it still left you feeling breathless and weak to the butterflies that filled your tummy like it was the first kiss all over again. Well, second technically.

But, unlike the many kisses that were shared the night before, this one was quick to become needy and desperate. Gone was the long and slow exploration of each other's mouths and in came frenzied desire as you two clung to each other, both acknowledging it was now morning and you were free to do what you so desperately longed for all night.

With his tongue still battling yours, Jisung removed his hands from your head and let them roam down your body until they were cupping your ass. He squeezed handfuls of your cheeks into his palms, his nails digging desperately into your skin, causing you to hiss in delight as he pulled you against him. You could feel his bulge growing hard against the inside of his boxer briefs, and you felt excitement shake your bones when he lightly lifted his hips to push himself against your core.

You moaned noisily into Jisungs mouth as his hands then slipped further down your ass, his fingers reaching to prod lightly at your panty-covered core from behind. He wasted no time sliding your panties aside and running a finger teasingly along your folds, a groan leaving his mouth as he felt how wet you already were for him.

“Princess,” he mumbled against your lips, his hips pressing up into yours again. “You’re already so wet for me and I haven’t even done anything yet.” he teased as he slowly inserted the tip of his finger into you, only slipping far enough in to reach his first knuckle.

The feeling of just the tip of his finger toying with you had a whine slipping from your mouth as your hips began to grind against his.

“Sungie,” you groaned. “Need you so bad.”

Jisung grinned up at you in awe as he hugged you tight to his chest, his eyes sparkling in excitement when he slowly inserted his finger further into you. The most delectable sound left your mouth, encouraging him to then pump his finger in and out at a snails pace.

The feeling of his clothed dick pushing up into you mixed with his finger softly sliding in and out of your pussy had your legs shaking and your breath caught in your throat. He felt so damn good you could cry.

Jisung mocked the pout that fell onto your face with one of his own as he stared into your eyes, gauging your reaction to his actions.

“What’s wrong Bubby? Feels good, huh? You like it when I touch you like that?”

All you could do was nod in response and let your face fall into the crook of his neck, your breathing heavy.

It had been so long since you’ve been this worked up by something that wasn’t yourself and your own fingers. It was almost painful to feel your orgasm building so quickly.

Unexpectedly, Jisung slipped another finger into you at the same time that he dipped the tip of his thumb over the opening to your anus. A loud, almost pornographic gasp escaped from your throat at the unfamiliarity and foreign sensation.

No one had ever touched you there before, and while you never saw yourself as someone who would enjoy anything to do with that part of your body, you couldn’t deny the absolute euphoria that rattled your bones as Jisung repeated his actions once more.

“Is that okay, Princess?” he whispered, watching you intently for any signs of discomfort. You nodded quickly against his neck before lifting your face to come level with his again.

“Mm'do it again.” you begged before you pressed your mouth to his, the kiss immediately becoming sloppy, teeth clashing against each other as your resolve began to slip.

“Anything for my girl.” Jisung murmured back before he dipped his thumb into your opening again, his fingers moving in time with it.

The heat in your belly grew at double the speed as Jisung worked his digits inside of you. You felt manic as his hold around you loosened, allowing you room to move your hips against his all over again.

Within minutes, the three different sensations all working against you in tandem had you practically screaming, begging for relief. It was all too much.

Just as your head began to grow foggy and the heat in your stomach was on the verge of exploding, Jisung pulled his fingers out of you and flipped you onto your back, stopping you before you could reach your release.

A cry left your mouth involuntarily at the sudden loss of contact.

“What the fuck Ji?” you gasp, your breathing coming out in spurts.

Jisung smirked down at you from where he was hovering over your body on his forearms, his legs tangled with yours as he pressed his erection into your thigh. His silver-blonde hair fell into his eyes as that wicked smile spread across his puffy cheeks.

“Sorry Jagi, but I don’t want you cumming yet unless it's around my cock.”

A growl left your mouth unexpectedly.

“Motherfucker.” you ground out around clenched teeth as you pushed him off of you. Jisungs eyes widened in surprise but he obeyed you without a hassle, allowing you to push him back against the headboard and straddle his thin waist.

“Let’s see if you’re as bratty and submissive as everyone thinks you are.” you half-threatened, your hands working quickly to slip off his boxers. His thick, hard cock bounced back lightly against his stomach, causing you to pause and stare at him in wonder as you threw his boxers somewhere behind you.

Jisung bit the inside of his cheek at your hesitation, watching you nervously as you stared down at him. 

“Is it okay, Jagi?” he whispered out. Your eyes flickered up to his and you saw mountains of insecurity in them. Without a pause, you nodded your head and licked your lips, your eyes travelling back downwards.

“It’s fucking perfect Ji. Can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”

A small sigh left his mouth, his shoulders relaxing at your reassurance. 

“How’s your pull out game?” you then asked as you continued to stare at him, saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere thought of having him pumping inside of you. Jisung was quick to answer, his insecurities gone as quick as they came.

“As strong as it needs to be, why?”

“I just wann’ feel you raw.” you answered around a huff as you slid your panties off. The shirt Jisung was wearing the night before hung loosely around your body, barely covering your naked skin. Jisung swore he could cum right then and there from just the sight of you.

“Yeah?” his muscles tensed at the thought of having you wrapped around him with nothing separating your bodies. He moaned lightly just imagining it.

You licked your lips and nodded swiftly in response as you straddled his hips, his dick throbbing deliciously in between the two of you. 

"Yes. Please. Just let me feel you." You cried. You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair again and pulled his head back roughly, your eyes shining into his.

Shamelessly, Jisung moaned into the feeling, staring up at you as if his biggest dreams were coming true, because they were.

He always dreamed of being with a dominant girl in the bedroom, but all of the females he’s ever been with insisted on him using his dominance over them. Sure, there was nothing he loved more than bending someone over and fucking them into submission, and he couldn't wait to do that to you, but he longed for the chance to let someone direct him. He yearned to let someone be in control for once and use him to their heart's content.

 And alas, here you were, doing exactly that without even being asked.

As if you needed to be any more perfect for him.

As if he needed to be more in love with you than he already was.

“There’s no one like you Jagiya.” he whispered in awe before he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours. You positioned yourself over his dick and pulled his hair roughly once more, earning another whimper from his mouth before you lowered yourself down onto him.

The stretch was slow, excruciatingly delicious. He filled you so perfectly you nearly came from the skin on skin contact alone. Jisung must’ve felt it too because he squeezed his nails into your hip bones and helped pull you down completely until your pelvis was flush with his, a hiss slipping from his lips as euphoria hit him.

For several long seconds, the two of you froze, both crying out in pleasure at the highs that were already building from the naked sensation of each other's bodies against one another.

It made you feel delirious, the way he fit inside you so flawlessly, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix delicately. Your hips twitched with anticipation, causing his dick to press further into you and you couldn’t do anything except let your head fall to his shoulder as a whine left your lips.

“Ji, Baby,” you cried. “You feel so good.”

Jisungs breathing was already laboured as he focused on not cumming inside you. Your walls clenched around him so effortlessly it was almost as if your bodies were made for each other.

“I know, Jagi. I know. Your pussy feels so good around me, it’s making me fucking crazy.” he whined.

"Are you good to go?" You asked, barely holding yourself back from grinding your hips down onto his. Jisung took another deep breath and nodded, desperate to feel you. 

You smiled against the skin of his shoulder as you then began to rock your hips, riding him slowly, allowing both of your bodies time to adjust to the feeling. Everytime you'd rock your hips forward, you'd yank Jisungs hair, causing him to whimper and buck his hips up into you, which in turn only encouraged you to move again, desperate for that friction. 

It was a vicious cycle that had you both whining with pleasure as you made love to him. Because that's what this was. You weren't fucking him, you were pouring every ounce of love you had for the man underneath you into each roll of your hips, and you knew, you felt, the loving pouring back into you from him as he thrust his hips upwards to meet you halfway. 

It didn't take you for long to reach your high again. The knot in your stomach tightened quickly with each movement and you were whimpering into Jisungs ear desperately despite being the one in charge. 

Jisung pressed his lips to your ear when he felt your pussy clench around him beautifully. He smiled against your earlobe as he tightened his hold around you.

"That's it Princess. Cum all over my cock." He whispered. That sentence alone, hearing the dirty words slip past his lips, is what sent you over the edge and you did exactly that. You came, hard, drenching him in your juices as a loud gasp fell from your lips and you dug your nails into his shoulders. 

Your legs shook violently as Jisung continued pressing his hips up into you, extending your orgasm into one of the best highs you've ever had. It had been so long since you've had one that tears immediately formed in your eyes and pooled down your cheeks. 

You shoved your face into Jisungs neck and sniffled, trying to stop the tears from flowing. Tears of relief for reaching the high you were barely able to accomplish on your own, and tears of happiness because Jisung was the one beneath you, making you feel this way. 

You always dreamed of this, of him being beneath you, on top of you, inside of you. You spent the last year and a half with another man, fantasising about this one specifically, and having those fantasies finally become a reality was absolutely mind altering. You've never been happier than in this moment.

Jisung stopped his hips movements when he felt your tears wet his skin, and he pulled away slightly to look up at you in concern. 

"Are you okay Princess? What's wrong?" His big, brown eyes were full of worry as he watched you cry. His dick was still hard inside of you, and yet all he could focus on was your emotions. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You apologised as you wiped at the wetness on your cheeks. Jisungs hand came up to help wipe the tears that were spilling over uncontrollably. 

"What are you apologising for, Bubs?"

You hiccuped and shoved your face back into his neck, feeling heat flush your cheeks in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I'll be able to keep going in a minute. I just-” you hiccuped again. “I just haven't had one of those in a long time." You explained. 

"What, an orgasm?" Jisung was briefly shocked at your revelation, but it quickly turned to downright annoyance when realisation hit, but it wasn’t directed at you.

"Wait, that asshole never…?" He trailed off when he felt you shake your head against his neck. The two of you were quiet for a couple seconds as Jisung pulled you impossibly closer to him, his dick still twitching restlessly.

“How long has it been since you had one that wasn’t your own doing?” he asked quietly, his heart breaking for you. You took a shaky breath and mumbled your answer into his shoulder, feeling your cheeks flush even more.

“Years.”

Jisungs eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and he was glad you stayed nestled into him. The last thing he wanted was his surprise to be mistaken as pity and have you get even more upset than you already seemed to be.

“Oh, Princess.” he doted as he tightened his hold on you and flipped you onto your back unexpectedly with ease, his dick still burrowed deep inside you. The second your head hit the pillow, your eyes widened with worry and you began to shake your head in protest.

“What are you doing? No, no, no. I’m on top. I’m always on top.” you felt panic begin to grow inside your chest, but it faded away just as quickly as you saw the reassurance in Jisungs eyes. He pulled a hand out from beneath you and wiped at your tears, brushing his fingertips lightly against your cheekbones before kissing them promptly.

“Just take a deep breath Bubs” he whispered. “How about you let me make you feel good, hm? It’s the least I could do for the love of my life.” he cooed. You stared up at him in confusion for a moment, trying to process what it was he said.

He wanted to take over and fuck you?

The idea of being on the receiving end felt so foreign and strange to you. You’ve been the dominant one for so long, you barely remembered what it felt like to let someone else be in control. You stared up at him with your big beautiful eyes, a look of uncertainty in them, and Jisung’s heart nearly broke all over again. 

It was at that moment he vowed to himself that he would always do everything in his power to give you as many orgasms as you wanted, whenever you wanted. Anything to get that look of insecurity off your face.

He brushed his fingers against your cheek again when you still didn’t give him a consensual answer to keep going.

“Let me take care of you, Bubby. Let me show you what it feels like to be with a real man. One who loves every square inch of you, inside and out. Just lay back and let Sungie do all the work, yeah?” 

The amount of promise and emotion in his eyes had you choking on your next breath. A feeling of excitement brewed low in your stomach, one you hadn’t felt in forever, and you nodded eagerly. You didn’t realise how badly you were craving this until now.

With a satisfied smile, Jisung pulled out of you completely and kissed your forehead before repositioning himself. He took your one leg and laid it flat against the bed, moving to straddle it as he hoisted the other up onto his shoulder. Your body twisted slightly with the movement, leaving you half on your side and leaving your pussy tight and ready for him.

With his hand cradling your leg, he turned his head and kissed your calf softly before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready Princess?” he asked. You nodded breathlessly, eager to have him fill you up once more. Jisung sent you one of his sweet, gummy smiles before he turned his head and bit roughly into the muscle of your calf, his dick pushing into you at the same time. The pain and pleasure of both actions mixed together so perfectly you let out a string of curse words in response.

The position he had you in was new, one you never tried before, and while your butt ached from the way your body was twisted, you couldn’t deny how good it felt. His dick was pushing against your cervix so flawlessly you nearly passed out from the pleasure alone.

“Oh my fucking god,” you cried as Jisungs hips began to rock into you. The friction of his pelvis rubbing against yours from how deep he pushed was blinding, his mouth only adding to the intensity as he licked and bit at your leg.

You let out a loud squeal as he pulled himself half-way out and slammed back into you again. 

“I told myself I was going to take my sweet ass time with you, but the way your pussy is clenching around me right now is making me fucking feral Princess.” he breathed as he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more forcefully into you.

You let your head fall into the pillow as another round of obscene sounds left your throat. Jisung’s head had fallen back in pleasure as he cursed under his breath. You were so perfect for him. He wanted to take care of you and absolutely destroy you at the same time.

“My god, you’re so perfect for me Jagi.” he groaned as his face fell downwards so he could stare at you. You were looking back at him already, your face contorted into a look of pure bliss as he fucked you senseless. He felt his high approaching but he forced it back, wanting to make you finish at least once more before he did.

Luckily for him, you were close, and when his hands came down to wrap around your thigh, his nails digging into your skin as he pulled you even closer, allowing him to go deeper, you shattered.

“Fuck Ji, baby. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” you cried loudly as you exploded around him, your walls squeezing him deliciously. Jisungs hips halted as he pressed into you as far as he could go, wiggling slightly to help overstimulate you. He paused there, watching your face melt into a puddle of pure satisfaction. 

“You’re so good for me Princess.” he reached down to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him as you shook in sensitivity. “Keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m not done yet.”

Before you could process his words, Jisung manoeuvred himself once again until he was snug between both of your legs, looming over you in missionary. His dick automatically slid back into your slick cunt and he wasted no time chasing the high he had been holding back.

He thrust into you hard, his dick sliding delightfully against your walls, his eyes never leaving yours and yours never leaving his. You had barely come down from your previous orgasm, the oversensitivity building another one up so quickly it was overwhelming. But you didn’t dare ask him to stop. Not when he was making you feel so heavenly.

“Fuck Jisung. Fuck, fuck fuck. Your dick feels so good inside of me.” you whimpered as he continued to relentlessly slip in and out of you, the overstimulation perfect. “I’m gonna’ cum again.”

Jisung let out a hearty laugh as his face fell into your neck, his lips and teeth gliding against your skin as he squeezed your hips and tried to hold you still.

“You gonna’ give me another one?” he teased, to which all you could do was nod in response. His question quickly sent you over the edge again unexpectedly, your body floating in bliss as the white hot pleasure threatened to blind you.

 “Holy shit, Bubby. Your pussy feels amazing sucking me in like this. You’re so fucking tight. Shit.” Jisung’s movements faltered as his orgasm approached quickly. “Shit, Princess, I’m gonna’ cum. Let me out.”

Instead of allowing him enough room to exit and cum all over your tummy, you wrapped your legs around his slutty waist and squeezed him closer to you. Jisungs eyes widened in panic, his hips stuttering again.

“What’re you doing?” he squeaked as he tried to hold back his orgasm long enough to escape. The pout on your face would have driven him over the edge if your next words hadn’t.

“I want you to cum inside of me Ji.” you whimpered, staring into his eyes.

“Wha-?” Jisung stuttered over his words. He was feeling so frenzied he barely managed to slow his hips down long enough to make sure he heard you right. “Are you - fuck - are you sure?"

You nodded quickly, feeling tears form in your eyes again because of how desperately you wanted to feel him. “I wann’ feel you fill me up. Please Jisung. Make me yours.”

The affirmation was all he needed. Jisung nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips as he bucked his hips, picking up his pace once more. The small break in his movements, the unintentional edging, left him absolutely pussy drunk. He began slamming into you with so much force your body was moving up the bed with every thrust.

“Oh Jagi,” he moaned. “I’m gonna fill you up so good. Gonna give it to you so nice. Fuck. Tell me how much you love me Bubby. Tell me you’re all mine.” he begged desperately.

The oversensitivity from your orgasm had you feeling unhinged, barely able to keep your eyes open, let alone form another sentence to respond.

“‘Mmmm love you s’much Ji. More than anything else in’he world. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck Jagiya. I’m fucking cumming.”

A second later, he exploded. His load shot into you at neck-breaking speed, painting your walls and filling you to the brim. He had waited so long to fuck you, there was so much of it. It spilled out of you so easily, and yet, Jisung couldn’t get enough of those pretty sounds leaving your mouth.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he forced his hips to continue a slow thrust forwards, extending his orgasm impossibly more, the overstimulation driving him crazy. 

You let out a whimper as you felt his dick slowly softening inside of you. Regardless, it still felt amazing pushing inside of your pussy, and you knew if he kept thrusting into you like that, you’d cum again from the feeling of it alone.

“You got one more in you, yeah?” Jisung asked lovingly as he pushed the hair off of your sweaty forehead. Your eyes barely opened, a soft cry leaving your mouth as you nodded, desperate for that high you suddenly felt absolutely addicted to.

“Of course you do, that’s why you’re so good for me.” he praised as he continued to fuck you while his dick softened. It was rubbing so delicious into your swollen clit, a mixture of your juices and his spilling from you and onto the bed sheets.

“Gotta’ make sure my Princess is satisfied.” Jisung lips found yours and he brought you in for a long, slow, burning-hot kiss. One that was no longer rushed, no longer delirious and desperate. One that, much like the night before, held mountains of love and adoration and happiness. One that showed you just how much you meant to him, how much he needed you, how hard he fell for you.

It was passionate, feeling his tongue glide over yours as his dick lazily pushed in and out of you, your orgasm building as quickly as the others had. His hands slowly trailed up underneath your shirt and he softly caressed your breasts, his fingers moving to play with your nipples as his swollen lips left yours and latched onto your neck. He licked the sensitive spot right below your jawline before biting it gently and before you knew it, another orgasm hit, an exhausted cry leaving your mouth.

“That’s my fucking girl.” Jisung praised, his hips stuttering to a halt as you came around his cock one last time. 

He watched you with pure adoration, loving the way your face twisted up in pleasure as you came around his semi-hard dick. You looked absolutely gorgeous, hair sprawled out across the pillow, body slick with sweat, your eyes barely open as your jaw fell slack. 

You were so beautiful he felt himself growing hard again already. He would've loved to keep going, fucking you like this for hours until you were both spent and exhausted, but the pained look that spread across your face when he experimentally bucked his hips forwards once more told him you were done for.

Jisung carefully pulled out of you as you tried to catch your breath. He smiled down at you before he rolled onto his back and pulled your naked body on top of him. You barely had enough energy to look at him, so you settled for resting your head across his chest. 

Jisung wrapped one of his strong hands around your waist while the other played with your hair softly, his fingers brushing through the knotted and sweaty strands.

The two of you laid like that for a while, both silently catching your breaths. You listened to his heartbeat pumping softly in your ear and it was so comforting you were sure you would've fallen asleep if Jisung hadn't spoken up into the silence that engulfed the room.

"So I've been thinking."

"Uh oh. That's dangerous." You teased. You twisted your head to smirk up at him as he grinned down at you and pinched your sides in retaliation. An adorable squeal escaped your mouth then as his fingers proceeded to gently tickle you, and Jisung swore your laugh was the most beautiful sound ever to exist on earth. He'd listen to it for eternity if he could. 

"You're a jerk." He mused, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. You beamed up at him and pinched his cheeks.

"You love me." 

Jisung didn't bother denying it. He simply just beamed back at you before leaning forwards to plant another kiss to your face, this one on your nose. 

"More than you'll ever understand." 

He paused to take a deep breath, brushing your messy hair away from your face before he continued on with what he wanted to say. 

"Anyways, as I was saying. How would you feel about moving into the house with the rest of us?" 

Still staring up at him, you arched an eyebrow and gave him another sly smile despite the way your heart rate rose quickly at his question.

"Han Jisung," you tsked. "That's a big step. We aren't even dating yet." 

You expected a pout to appear on Jisungs face at your joke, but you were surprised to find him smirking back at you instead, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek in amusement. 

"Really? 'Cause I thought it was pretty obvious that we were after I had you practically screaming my name just a minute ago." Your jaw dropped in surprise at his upfront teasing. Jisungs smirk deepened as he caught your reaction before he mimicked you in a high-pitched voice, moaning with each word as it left his mouth dramatically. 

"Oh Jisung! Oi Papi! You're so good! I love you so much! More than anything else in the world! I'm all yours! Take me, take me!”

You smacked his arm and tried to hide your giggle around a hard glare, but failed miserably. “Alright, alright. It wasn’t that dramatic.” 

Jisung let out a laugh of his own at his theatrics and snuggled you closer to him.

“Seriously though, Bubs. Move into the house with us. You practically live there already. We can turn the guest bedroom into an office for you and you can stay with me in mine. We’ve been dying to have you move in for years now.” he explained as he rubbed a hand slowly up and down your back. 

Electricity shot through the ends of his fingertips as he trailed his fingers along the curve of your spine. You melted into his touch as you stared up at him, your fingers coming up to prod at his adorable mole again. 

Moving in with Jisung and the rest of the family seemed like nothing but a green flag. You did already spend all of your time at the house rather than your own apartment, and you knew each and every member of your friend group would be absolutely over the moon if you moved in. But, you were an introvert at heart, and although you loved your friends dearly, you knew you’d miss your cherished alone time and private space.

“I don’t know Ji.” you whispered as you stared at his beauty mark, unable to meet his gentle gaze. Jisung’s grin softened as he searched your eyes for any sign of you being uncomfortable with his request. He was relieved to find none but he did notice a hint of uncertainty in them, which he knew came from your introverted nature.

“I know you always said you enjoyed having your own space, but I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you moved in with us. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about Seojun showing up out of nowhere and catching you when you’re home alone.” he whispered.

You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment you knew would come to his face when you turned down his idea, so you settled with biting your lip as if you were still undecided.

“I don’t know. I need space for all of my stuff, and you and I both know that the guest bedroom is desperately needed for the amount of parties you idiots throw during your off time. I’ve seen more naked bodies in that bed than I care to admit.”

Jisung let out a small huff and curled his mouth to the side as he fell into another thought, taking your response seriously. You waited patiently as you watched the gears in his brain work in double time while he tried to come up with a better solution.

“Well, what if we move out and get a place together? I can keep you safe.”

Your heart jumped at the proposal, warmth spreading throughout your limbs as soon as the words left Jisungs mouth. You were taken back by how quickly he managed to come up with the idea, almost like he had been debating it for a while. 

The second the words reached your ears, there wasn’t anything you wanted more, but you still found yourself shaking your head and giving him a pointed look.

“You wouldn’t hurt a fly, Ji.” you stated, as if that was reason enough not to. Jisungs eyebrows furrowed and he gave you an artificial look of disgust.

“Excuse you, but if Seojun ever dared to show up around here again, you can bet your sweet ass I’d put him in the hospital.”

You let out a thankful smile before you sighed.

“You don’t have to feel obligated to move in with me to keep me safe.” you spoke, your voice soft and quiet. Jisung scoffed at your words and shook his head as if what you said was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

“Princess, I’m not doing it as an obligation.” he paused to catch your chin in between his fingers as you began to turn your head away, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for me, okay? For us. Because now that I have you, the thought of not waking up next to you or coming home to you from here on out makes my stomach turn with anxiety. I don’t want to go another day or night without you by my side.”

You swore to yourself you weren’t going to cry again for the rest of the day, rest of the week even, but after seeing the honesty and sincerity and absolute devotion in his dark eyes, you felt the tears begin to form. The two of you were silent for a moment as he let his words, his emotions, sink in. 

This was it for him. You were it for him. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.

 You pouted up at him in astonishment.

“You’d… You’d move out of the family house and find a place with me?”

Jisung smiled down at you and wiped at the tears that were threatening to spill out of your widened eyes.

“Baby, I’d marry you tomorrow if I could.”

You swallowed roughly, choking back a sob at his words. It was definitely too soon to be talking about marriage, but the underlying commitment and unspoken promise in his voice rocked you to the core, rendering you speechless.

“I’m also going to sit down and talk with Chan and the managers to see what I have to do in order to bring you along with us whenever we travel for tours and performances and such.” 

You blinked up at him, the surprise from his previous statement only making you more emotional. You weren’t expecting that.

“What?” was all you managed out. Jisung brushed his fingers through your hair and let out a hearty laugh.

“What? I was serious when I said I didn’t want to go another night without sleeping next to you.”

Your eyebrow shot up in question.

“Is that really a good idea?”

Jisung shrugged his shoulders and pulled your naked bodies impossibly closer together, revelling in the feeling of your soft skin on his. He could never get enough of this, enough of you.

“Ash and Jo come along with us. So why can’t you?”

It was your turn to scoff and let out a laugh. 

“Ash has to, she's the head of make-up. And Chan threw an absolute fit when it came to Jo and that barely worked. How do you know they’ll let you?”

“I’ll throw a bigger fit.” Jisung answered, as if it was obvious. A smile broke out onto your face and you shook your head at him as he continued speaking. “I’m an idol, Baby. They have to let me. Plus, if the sex continues being this incredible, I won’t survive without it. And I can guarantee you none of them would want to put up with my cranky, stressed out ass if I’m forced to go months without you. I swear to God, there’s nothing more stress-relieving than being balls deep inside of your perfect little pussy.”

His voice had gone deep and husky, and you could feel his dick growing hard against your leg once again. Butterflies set off inside your stomach at his words, his tone. His one hand tightened its hold around your waist while the other guided your face towards his, his nose tracing yours.

“You’re so dramatic.” you whispered, your lips hardly brushing his. 

Jisungs hand held your head in place as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into his touch, his scent, his taste as he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along yours lazily.

“Not dramatic. Just hopelessly in love.” he whispered as he pulled away and beamed up at you, his eyes sparkling with that familiar look of lust and love and happiness. You pulled further away from him and prodded his mole again with your finger, deciding it was your favourite thing to do.

“And what happens when this honeymoon phase ends Ji?” you questioned with a quirk of your brow. Jisung turned his head and caught your finger between his teeth, biting it playfully as his hand began tracing the curvature of your ass.

“Oh trust me. It never will. You’re my destiny, Jagiya.”

You practically swooned.

“Damn,” you breathed, fanning yourself dramatically, ignoring the flush that engulfed your cheeks and spread to your ears. “You love me that much?”

Jisung squeezed your ass into the palm of his hand, unintentionally pulling you against his hardening dick.. You could see the heat and desperation growing in his darkening eyes, causing a ball of fire to brew in the pit of your stomach.

“More than you’ll ever understand y/n. My love for you is like an eternal flame. It burns brighter than the sun and hotter than any desert on earth. It is truly and utterly endless.”

At his confession, you moved to abruptly straddle his waist, his words igniting a fire in your core. His dick pushed deliciously against your opening. Jisung let out a whimper as you lightly rubbed your pussy against the head of his cock, teasing him as you sent him a knowing smirk.

“You mean like a volcano?” you inquired. The smile that broke out onto Jisungs face would forever be imprinted into your eyelids as he connected the dots to what you were saying. He shook his head at you in awe, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly to his chest as he pulled you down onto him. He filled you to the brim in one motion, ripping a loud cry from your throat.

“You’re damn right Princess. Like a Goddamn volcano.”

AHH I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE AT THE END OMG!!

as mentioned in a previous post, I will not be writing/posting a Jisung POV anytime soon, but I do want to eventually do a bonus chapter, whether that be a pov or a time jump, idk yet. i will make an announcement about it closer to the time i do, so watch out for that.

Thank you all so much for reading and joining me on my journey of reposting this fic. As my first one, it is still so dear to my heart and I'm thankful I had that chance to go back and edit what I wanted to. I'm so much happier with this version than the original on my old blog. I hope you all love it as much as I do!

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[batsplat]

Not to want to get you into hot waters but one of the blogs on here shared Marc’s onboard from the 2015 sepang kick incident and I’m a bit unsure how anyone could watch that and not consider it a deliberate kick? Really don’t want anyone to get mad because I’m no expert so maybe there’s something about Valentino’s movements that allows for the “accidental” kick option but if so, what is it? Because as a layman, watching it… I wish it were possible to show that video to Valentino and make him explain exactly how that kick was not on purpose…

I think it's genuinely ambiguous! this is what's interesting about it, right - if you look at the onboards and the helicopter shots there's a decent chance that depending on what you watch you'll end up with a pretty different view on it, and it's inarguable that from certain angles it looks incredibly like a kick. it's also inarguable that whether valentino kicked marc or not, he did deliberately attempt to run him wide, which you can see was intentional by how he looks behind him just before they make contact. it's still not clean riding whichever way you look at it, which is why he got the penalty

I'm going to defer to someone else's opinion here myself (you'll find I link back to this site a lot and broadly consider it trustworthy), from a bloke who does very much believe valentino was in the wrong that weekend. this is in the aftermath of the fim requesting that honda doesn't release data which would have 'proven' valentino kicked marc in an entirely futile attempt to make the controversy die down. the piece talks first about what data like this even involves, including this bit:

the main point here is that the data isn't going to tell you whether valentino kicked him or not, because that's not something you can actually read in data. I have another ask that's vaguely related to this sitting in my drafts, but it's always been one of the most interesting elements of all the controversy in late 2015 - both sides attempting to definitively prove the unprovable with a few numbers. let's quickly bring in what arguments both sides as well as race direction made in the immediate aftermath from the post-race piece by the same author:

that's valentino's explanation, right, marc's handlebar hit valentino's knee, which caused the leg movement as well as the crash. a little more from the immediate post-race write-up:

basically, the view here is that the two bikes make contact - and as a result of where marc hits valentino, valentino's foot is dislodged from the foot peg, catching marc's handlebars in the process. again, none of this actually exonerates valentino. whether there was a kick or no kick, you are NOT allowed to run another rider off-track! whether valentino literally wanted marc to crash or not, this was always going to be a possible consequence of his actions - which he would have known was the case! it is obviously worse to kick someone, partly because it just feels like a particularly egregious offence, but there is no version of this story where valentino comes out with a clean scorecard

as the 'post-honda promising to release conclusive evidence' piece goes on to say:

of course, all this is just one bloke's view. I don't think it's unreasonable to believe that valentino did kick marc. but I also struggle to see how it's a clear cut case for the prosecution. again, however, it really is important to stress that valentino by his own admission was engaging in an extremely dubious move. the kick would be the cherry on the icing, if you will, but running another rider so wide that you are probably trying to force them to leave the track is generally not considered acceptable behaviour. the kick question is very much something everyone has to decide for themselves - or not! I still think it's the ambiguity that helps make the whole thing so interesting, that every single clash between the two of them that year still has so many unanswered questions. that both sides have their own unshakeable views of events - sometimes close to 'reality' and sometimes a little less so, sometimes reasonable and sometimes anything but. it's the subjectivity and the fallibility of the human capacity to understand events that we ourselves have experienced - it's this lack of knowability for both outsiders and insiders that makes it so endlessly fascinating and rewarding to analyse. even the two men themselves cannot completely understand what happened that day, what happened in those few seconds, and they never will. we're all in the dark, in the end

[nights-legacy]

Take Care of It Myself Pt. 3 - Kaminari x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Maserlist ~ #2

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 2751 words + Denki start to go down hill after everything. Enough that, even though they're are mad at him, the Bakusquad is supper worried about him. It gets to the point where Kiri calls Y/N for help and they come as fast as possible to check on and take care of their best friend.

3rd POV

Denki had been majorly down in the dumps since Y/N had left so abruptly. He was still chiding himself for what he did and was nowhere near letting up on himself. Not even a little bit. Even though everyone else, minus Mineta, was upset with him for what he did, they were starting to grow worried. In his stupor, he began to eat less and less while spacing out more than usual. He didn’t even bother Shinsou after he joined the class. He did nothing but hold himself up in his room, wallowing.

“I am starting to get really, really worried about Denks.” Mina said while leaning against the back of the couch next to Sero. He looked up at her before nodding.

“Me too. I mean what he did was shitty but he’s really got me concerned. He’s almost wasting away.” Sero looked at the rest of the group. Bakugou was sitting on the couch across from them while Kiri was sitting on the floor. The two silently agreed.

“I’ve talked to Y/N and they’ve agreed to talk to him at some point but if I tell them how bad he is, maybe they will come sooner.” Kiri suggested.

“Yeah, but only if they are comfortable with it. Don’t force them to do anything they don’t want too.”

“Of course!” Kiri hopped up and pulled out his phone. “Let me just call them.”

“Tell them we miss them!” Mina yelled, hopping up and down. She lost her balance and fell over the top of the couch and into Sero.

“Geez Mina!” He yelped, laughing. Kiri shook his head, holding the phone to his ear.

“Hey Kiri.” The familiar voice distracted him from the other three.

“Hey, Y/N.” He went over to stand by the window.

“What’s up?”

“I know you were waiting ‘til the right time to talk to Denki but there’s something you need to know.”

“Is he alright? Is he hurt? Was there a quirk accident?” They shot off question in quick succession, barely breathing in between.

“No, he not hurt and no there was no quirk accident but he’s not alright.” It was silent for a minute.

“How bad is he?”

Y/N’s POV

I quickly jogged away from the train station towards the school. I made it to the road and saw Kiri waiting by the gate on the other side of the road. I looked both was before running across when it was clear. Kiri saw me and waved before letting me through.

“I got here as fast as I could.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you came.” I walked beside him as we quickly made way to the dorms. What Kiri had said over the phone was really worrying me. Denki hadn’t been this low in a long time. Not since he lost his grandfather on his dad’s side. They were very close ad it crushed Denki when he passed.

“I feel bad for…”

“Don’t. You don’t have to feel bad for protecting yourself. Denki would say the same thing.” Kiri set a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “It proves you still care about him just by being here. So don’t be upset with yourself for any of this.”

“Okay.” We continued walking until we got to the dorms. He asked me to wait outside before going in to check on where Denki was. He stepped back out after a couple of minutes to bring me in.

“He is up in his room with Sero.” He said. I nodded and we took the elevator up. I tapped my foot impatiently. Once on the floor, we walked towards his room. I paused mid-step before his room. Taking a big breath, I tried to psych myself up to go in. “Hey. I can go in with you.”

“No. I got this. I need to be alone with him.” I assured him.

“Okay but Sero and I will be right outside if you need us.”

“Thank you.” The door was open and I peeked inside. Sero was sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees while Denki was on his balcony, looking out. His hair was completely deflated and almost dull in color. It wasn’t really noticeable from where I was standing but he had lost some weight too. I sighed before stepping in. Sero looked at me and his shoulders relaxed. He got up and met me at the door.

“Thank god you’re here.” He whispered, looking back at Denki. “We were really getting concerned about him.”

“That’s what I heard. Kiri explained things over the phone.” I said, hushed. He nodded before looking over his shoulder at the blonde for a moment.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.” He pulled me into a side hug before giving me a swift kiss on the head. He quickly left shutting the door behind him. I took a big breath before turning to look at the back of the boy. I watched him for a moment before I noticed the quivering of his shoulders. I listened closely and heard sniffles to go along with it.

“Damn.” He was crying. I bit my lip, going back and forth with what to do before ultimately going with just giving him a hug. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his back. I felt him freeze up in my arms before the quiet sniffles turned into full on sobs.

“Fuck…” He gasped, grabbing onto my arms for dear life. I could feel tears fighting their way up at the sound of his sobs. His legs seemed to give out slowly as we descended to the floor. I let him cry as long as he needed to. After a while of us just sitting here, he calmed down enough to catch his breath. I went to move away but his already tight grip got tighter. “No!”

“Shh. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. Just come inside. It’s getting cold and you don’t need to be out here. Please come with me.” It took him a minute before letting me go. I took my arms away before immediately sticking a hand out in front of him to help him up. He grabbed it with both hands and got up on shaky legs. “There we go.”

“Y/N…”

“Shh, shh. Come on.” I pulled him inside. Shutting the door, I guided him to his bed. Upon sitting down, he wrapped his arms around my middle and buried his head in my stomach. I paused in surprise before running my hands through his hair. I grimaced at the greasy feeling and the knots but kept going anyway.

“I am a hypocrite.” He mumbled but I could barely catch it.

“What Denks?” He gasped and hiccupped before looking up at me with glassy eyes.

“I am a hypocrite. I need you as much as you need me. I’m just too much of a coward to say it.” He started sobbing again and I got on the bed with him. He curled up in my lap. “I am so, so, so, so flipping sorry! I should have never had said that. It is by no means true in anyway. I was just g-getting so overwhelmed with everything. Aizawa and grades, my grandmother being her usual self, and Mineta getting on my case for something that was none of his business just made me shut down basically.  I, I, I didn’t mean what I said but…”

“Denki, hey, calm down please. You’re panicking.” His breathing pick up tremendously and I pulled his head up to see his eyes blown way out. I made him sit up and put his head in the crook of my neck. “Breath for me Denks.”

“But, but…”

“No, no. Sh. We can talk later when you’re better. You’re already way too far gone for this right now. It’ll be too much.” I nuzzled my cheek against his head.

“Okay.” He nodded before relaxing into me more and trying to slow his breathing. I started to take big breaths and he began to match them.

“Alright, there we go. Once, you get calmed down and relaxed. I want you to go take a nice long, hot shower okay?” He nodded. “While you’re in the shower I am going to make you some food. You need to get some food in you.”

“Alright.” After agreeing with me, we were silent until his breathing went back to normal and the crying subsided. I got up and went to pick out some clothes for him to change into.

“Come on.” I pulled him up and handed him the clothes. Leading him out of the room, we were met with Kiri and Sero, keeping true to their word. “Hey guys. Can one of you go with Denki down to the showers? Just don’t want him alone right now. I am going to go make him his some food.”

“Yeah, course. I’ll go with him.” Sero said, pushing off the wall.

“Thank you.” I smiled before all 4 of us made our way downstairs. Bakugou, Mina, Uraraka, and Midoriya were all in the common room when we made it down.

“L/N!” Midoriya called in surprise. I smiled as the others turned to see me. I waved but kept guiding Denki towards the showers.

“I’ll take him from here.” Sero said before wrapping an arm his shoulders. Denki grabbed my forearm gently, looking at me with puppy eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I am just going to be in the kitchen. I promise.” With that assurance, he finally let go and I went into the kitchen. I looked around to see what we had to make.

“Making something for Spark plug?” I turned to see Bakugou coming in. Nodding, I rummaged through the pantry. “I think we have some stuff to make burgers. I know there his favorite.”

“Okay.” We worked silently together to make the burger. He insisted on making enough for both me and Denki, arguing with me that I need to think for myself too. By the time we finished, I could hear Denki talking to someone in the common room. “Thanks Bakugou.”

“Whatever.” He muttered but I could see the ghost of a smile on his face. I took the plates and walked through the room. As I entered, I heard Denki’s faint laugh. Looking up, I saw a small smile on his face as he talked with Midoriya.

“He’s feeling better already.” I jumped slightly before looking to my right to see Kiri standing there. “You two seem to have that effect on each other.”

“Yeah.”

“You know, once everything is okay between you two, you should really tell him how you feel about him.” I looked at him stunned.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“L/N, I have gotten to know you both really well. I can see how you feel for him.” He said. There was a flash of emotion in his eyes. It almost looked like sadness or longing. “I am pretty sure he’s going to return them. So go for it.”

“Alright.” I agreed slowly with a nod.

“Y/N?” Denki’s voice distracted me.

“Come on. Let’s go back up to your room to eat. Okay?” I asked him. He nodded and I notice his still soaking wet hair. Sighing, I led the way. Once up in his room, I told him to sit on the ground next to his bed. I handed him his plate and set mine aside. Grabbing his towel from his neck, I began to softly dry his hair.

“I am a hypocrite.” I paused for a second as he repeat his statement from earlier before continuing. “Here I am sitting here, need you to take care of me while I said it was annoying that you needed me to do the same things for you.”

“A little bit yeah.” He sighed, letting his head fall back into my lap.

“I blinded myself from seeing how much we need each other because we need each other for different reasons. I told myself that you needing for my help for you social anxiety was irrelevant and annoying. But if that was the case…me needing your help with my depressive states would be just as irrelevant and annoying to you.”

“Denki…”

“No, please.” He took a shaky breath. He reached up and grabbed my hand tight. “You have never been a nuisance to me and I could never get tired of helping you. I never wanted to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me when you got anxious or run down. I messed up just because I wanted to try and act cool. I should have never played into Mineta’s words and defended you like I always do. I am so sorry, Y/N.” He had his eye scrunched up, afraid of my response.

“Denki.” He closed them ever tighter. I smiled a little bit before leaning down and pressing a kissed to his forehead. His eyes shot open and looked at me in shock. “Thank you for apologizing. I am not going to say its fine because it isn’t but you’re forgiven. You still have to earn my trust back though.”

“Of course.” He turned around on his knees to look at me. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

“Okay.” I smiled.

“Now you eat too.” He reached over and grabbed my plate, handing it to me.

“Thank you.” We both began to eat silently. After we finished, Denki set the plates on his desk. I sat back against his pillows and he set his head in my lap again. I began to run my fingers through his now clean hair. After about 15 minutes of silence, I figured Denki had fallen asleep. “I love you Denki. With every fiber of my being. More than just a friend.”

“Ep!” He stiffened in my lap and I froze.

“You’re awake?!” I gasped.

“Yes!” He sat up and stared at me. I blushed and looked down. This wasn’t the right time to confess my feelings. I felt him gently grip my chin and lift my head. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes. I did. I’m in love with you.” I said. He stared at me for a moment before leaning forward to kiss me. I gasped before kissing back softly, cupping his face.

“I love you too.” He said breathlessly as he pulled back. Tears prickled my eyes as my heart swelled. I giggled and pulled him into a swift kiss. He laid back down in my lap and I could basically feel the joy radiating off him. “You know, I had thought you had a crush on someone else.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Kiri.”

“Kiri?” I said surprised.

“Yeah. You two got close and I saw how you were getting comfortable with him around, so I thought it was possible. Plus I know he does have a crush on you.”

“Really?” He nodded. I was stunned but thought about it. The sad emotion that went through his eyes earlier made more sense now. “Oh.”

“You okay?” He turned in my lap to look up at me. I nodded.

“I hate breaking his heart. He don’t deserve that.” I said solemnly. Denki got a sad look on his face and nodded. He sat there quiet before a spark of an idea lite up in his face. “What?”

“Maybe we don’t have too.”

“What do you mean?” I was confused.

“Don’t worry about it for now.” He kissed the tip of my nose. I saw the look of Denki Kaminari mischief in his eyes and decided to leave it alone for now.

“Okay.” I sighed before Denki yawned. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Yeah.” He sat up and we moved to get under the duvet. This wasn’t the first time we have shared a bed so it wasn’t awkward. He set his head on my chest and held me tight against him.

“Goodnight Denks.”

“Night babe.” He fell asleep for real this time and I chuckled on how quick he was out. Someone poked their head in and I saw the red hair.

“How you doing?” He asked.

“Shh.” I shushed him. He grimaced and cover his mouth. He chuckled and gave me a smile with two thumbs up. He shuts the lights off for me and closes the door behind him. I watch him go and sigh. This only made me wonder what Denki had up his sleeve with Kiri now.

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[bitchinbarzal]

i loved the angst! can we maybe get nico finally making up with the reader!?

“Momma’s so mad at you” Iris says as she climbs into Nico’s car from the school run.

Nico glares at her in the rear view mirror “Hi baby”

She smiles sweetly “Hi daddy, mommy’s mad at you”

“I know”

“She said I can’t go to the game on Saturday” Iris notes as she states out the window of the moving car.

“What do you mean? Why not?” Nico didn’t really intend to throw Iris into this but here he was.

She shrugs “We going to the island”

“Island? What island baby?”

“The long one” “Long Island?”

“Yep!”

“Do you know why?”

She nods “Mommy’s new boyfriend Mathew plays hockey too!”

Nico just about slammed the breaks on in his car.

“Have you met Mathew?” He’s watching her in the rear view mirror and she nods

“He come to the house the other day but mommy told him to wait outside until I was in bed”

Nico is seething. You were so too faced.

As soon as he gets to your house he opens the door and looks at you before saying “You’re such a hypocrite!”

You shake your head “Hello to you too! ‘Ris babygirl go start your homework”

As soon as she is out of earshot you look at him “what is your problem?!”

“You’re dating Mat Barzal and taking Ivy to the game instead of mine?” You can see he’s visibly angry.

“I’m dat- I’m not dating Mathew!”

“That’s not what Iris said”

“Well she’s obviously gotten her wires crossed! Mat hired me as personal PR and as a thank you invited myself and Iris to the game on Saturday but I wanted to check with you first and if not I’d ask Darya to take her with” you explained.

Nico felt small, he’d come into your house guns blazing and had shot him self in the foot.

“Oh…”

“Yeah oh!” You snapped “How dare you speak to me like that!”

She sighs “I’m sorry…”

“Nico-“

“No please, I’m just… I’m tired of fighting with you” he sighs softly “I broke up with Naomi and the teams just stressful right now, Lindy is on my ass and I’m trying to solve everyone else’s problems I don’t need one with you so please can you just accept my apology? I love You and I’m sorry I upset you”

he’s staring at you widely and you nod, opening your arms and he walks into them for a hug. Nico’s head rests on top of yours and your face is wedged into his chest.

“I missed you” he mumbled into your hair.

“Me too” you reply “wanna do movie night?”

As if nothing had happened you got the movie ready and popcorn before sitting down and calling Iris.

She come plodding down the stairs and smiles when she sees you cuddled on the couch, inviting her between you both.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Are you still mad at daddy?”

You exchange funny glances with Nico before saying “No squish not anymore”

She nods “Good because daddy cried in bed and I felt sorry you shouted”

You stifle a laugh and Nico groans “If there’s one thing we can count on it’s that our daughter will rat us out”

[logicaldelta]

This is an older writing piece from 2022 that I wrote by request from a friend :] I still really like it, so I'm sharing it here now ^^

Prompt: "York is a cuddly guy. North, his best friend, is talking to his sister and Wyoming about this, expressing how funny it is when York is demanding cuddles."

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"Guys, I'm serious, York is a very cuddly person."

South clutched her stomach and pointed at her mouth, pretending to vomit. "I don't want to hear about what you and your boyfriend get up to behind closed doors, North."

"I've told you, South, he's not my boyfriend!" North laughed, feeling accomplished when he saw the amused smile on his sister's face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She shrugged, pretending to be disinterested in his news. "So, what were you gonna say about it?"

North clicked his fingers. "Right! York is incredibly cuddly. Like, unimaginably so. You wouldn't expect such an overconfident guy to like affection that much. But he does! He tries so hard to be the big spoon."

South snorted, looking at him with disbelief. "York? As in, 'two-feet-shorter-than-you' York?"

"He's not that much shorter than me. Maybe like... a foot and a half, at most."

"What other blackmail can you give on him?" Wyoming, who had remained silent up until now, leaned in, intrigued by the possibility of gathering information he could use against his 'enemy'.

"Well, he likes it when you run your fingers through his hair. I could've sworn that he almost purred when I did it once, but he refuses to admit it." Wyoming chuckled at this, and North smiled. "He's really needy when he wants cuddles. He'll randomly show up in my quarters and drop on the bed, demanding hugs. It's..." He clicked his fingers, looking for a word to describe it.

"Embarrassing information that you shouldn't be sharing with your sister?" South suggested, groaning as North pulled her towards him in an overdramatic side hug.

"What are big brothers for, if not for sharing embarrassing information about mutual friends?"

South shoved him away from her, rolling her eyes. "You are not my big brother."

"I so am! Mom said I was born a little before you!"

"No, she said she wasn't sure who was born first, since we were practically identical!"

"Stop spreading your lies, you villain! We all know that I'm the older twin!"

"Actually, North, I was under the impression that South was older that you." North shot Wyoming a betrayed look, and the British man grinned. "She's scarier."

"I am plenty scary, thank you very much!" North protested, and South patted his shoulder in a 'there-there' way.

"I don't mean to burst your bubble – well, actually, I do – but if anyone found you scary before, they won't now, with the knowledge that you cuddle your best friend on an almost nightly basis."

North opened his mouth, attempting to think of a rebuttal, but closed it when no words could be found. "You're... right. I did this to myself." He conceded, trying not to show his happiness at the pride that crossed South's face.

"I win!"

"Yes, you do." He laughed. "Anyway, back to the topic at hand, York gets very grumpy if he doesn't get the attention he wants. Like, remember that mission we went on that lasted a week?" South nodded. "When I got back he was so mad, it would've be entertaining if he wasn't so upset about it. He spent hours clinging to my side while I finished my mission report."

"That'd explain the typos in your report." South commented, smirking at her brother.

"See, I told you that wasn't my fault! It's hard to type with only one hand."

Wyoming was observing the exchange between the siblings, smiling in amusement at their antics. He felt as though he couldn't contribute much to the topic, instead picturing the ever-so-confident York as a whiny mess that just wanted cuddles. He laughed to himself about it, getting weird looks from the twins.

It was then that footsteps approached the group, and York dropped down next to Wyoming – albeit, leaving at least two feet of space between them. He looked at the faces of his friends, and his one enemy, before his own face scrunched up in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

Wyoming reached over the space between them to pat York on the shoulder, ignoring the look of annoyance that the other man gave him. "I'll never be able to look at Mr. Rizz the same," Wyoming commented, causing South to cackle in laughter. North had to stifle laughter himself, forcing himself to just shrug when York looked to him for answers.

"Weirdos," York commented, laughing himself as North nodded in agreement. If only he knew.

[transenbyconfessions]

Before I had fully realised my identity and long before I came out, I wanted to wear a suit to prom. At the time, I thought it was mostly because I didn’t like the way most prom dresses looked and I liked pictures of girls in suits. Looking back, I also think I wanted to experiment with my gender expression during a time I was still questioning. I knew I wasn’t a girl but I didn’t know what I was instead, if that makes sense.

My mum was fine with it, but she wasn’t exactly on the same wavelength as me. I wanted a proper suit from the men’s section, but when I told my mum I wanted to buy from the men’s she shot it down immediately. I ended up going to prom with a suit that looked okay, but it was clear that none of the garments were designed to go together. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb, and not only because I was the only ‘girl’ in a suit there.

I always figured that the reason why I didn’t get a proper one was because it was cheaper to buy three separate garments, and I kind of forgot about it until recently.

It’s been two years since then, and my brother is going to prom now. My parents have bought him a proper suit, just like I had wanted back then- tie and oxfords and everything. Clearly, the price wasn’t an issue, even now with the higher prices.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m jealous that he got that treatment and I didn’t. It’s not his fault, and I know it’s kind of petty to be upset about something like this, so I haven’t told my family about this. I guess I also feel mad at myself, for not putting my foot down and insisting on getting what *I* wanted instead of compromising. I also wish I had fully figured myself out back then. I wonder a lot about how differently things would have gone if I knew I was trans back then.

Submitted June 21, 2023

[blvckqwz]

Lies

Isabelle was mad at Carl.

Because he cared. But she didn’t, at least not anymore. And it annoyed her that someone cared. Her dad didn’t care, he never did. Her uncle cared a bit, but he cared more about other things. Her mom once cared, but now couldn’t anymore, because she wasn’t even there to witness her daughter crumbling apart.

And Isabelle didn’t care anymore, because caring meant eventually losing, and she was tired of that. She couldn’t afford to care, because it means following her heart, and her heart always brought her to the worst places ever. 

Last time it was a slaughterhouse run by cannibals, what will it be next time? She decided that she wasn’t willing to find out. 

“Hey, earlier you were watching us?” She could hear Rick ask the priest as she got closer to the rest of the group. 

Rick was just like a cop, probably because he was before the outbreak. Isabelle wondered why her dad was friends with a cop, if cops were bad and Rick was a cop. Things have changed, she thought. 

Carl was nice but he was the son of a cop. But now it was okay for them to be friends, because real cops didn’t exist anymore. He didn’t act like a cop anyway. 

“I keep to myself.” Gabriel replied, “Nowadays people are just as dangerous as the dead, don’t you think?” No, they are worse, Isabelle wanted to say, but Rick beat her to it. She could see the priest's expression falter a bit, and she wondered if maybe it was really a trap. 

“Well I wasn’t watching you.” He then assured them, “I haven't been beyond the stream near my church more than a few times since it all started. That was the furthest I've gone before today.” He explained.

Then a sinister light reflected in his eyes, “Or maybe I'm lying. Maybe I'm lying about everything and there's no church ahead at all. Maybe I'm leading you into a trap so I can steal all your squirrels.” He spoke and Isabelle felt panicked. 

Crap, she knew it. You can’t even trust priests now. 

A tense silence fell, and the girl started to grip to her hatchet tighter, just like everyone else did with their weapon. Her gaze fell on her dad, his jaw clenched as he shot a dirty look at the priest. His eyes were vigilant, focussed on the threat. Isabelle almost found him scary.

“Members of my flock had often told me that my sense of humor leaves much to be desired.” Gabriel said with an awkward smile, and Isabelle realized that he was just trying to make a joke.

“Yeah I wonder why.” She spat before she could even realize, suddenly feeling aware that no one knew she was there the whole time. She could have been torn apart and eaten by walkers, but no one would know if she just managed to stay quiet.

But the result would be the same. She would be dead.

Her father must have also just become aware of his daughter's presence, because when she looked up to him his eyes were already fixed on her, the usual scowl on his face. Isabelle just rolled her eyes before shifting her weight from one foot to another and crossing her arms.

Gabriel didn’t say any more stupid shit, and for that Isabelle was glad. She was still angry and her head still hurt, but at least now they were walking in silence.

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Turns out that the church did really exist, even if it was old and creepy looking. It didn’t look like the house of God, if Isabelle had to be honest it looked more like one of those haunted houses that rich folks set up on halloween. But she couldn’t really be sure because she had never seen one.

The paint was chipping off the worn walls, giving the building a shabby look. The roof was rusty, with dark orange spots all over it. It was ugly, but Isabelle couldn’t really complain, because she would rather sleep in an ugly building rather than in the cold woods, without knowing what lurked in the dark around her. It wasn’t like the places she had stayed before were much more fancy than a dusty church.

She felt a presence near her, and she hoped that it was Carl. But she knew only one person who was able to sneak up on her without making any noise, and that wasn’t Carl. 

“You tired?” Her father asked from behind her, his voice low. Isabelle had to bite her tongue to refrain from saying mean things. 

Like you care.

She just shrugged, looking down at her shoes. She didn’t know what was getting over her, she just knew that she wasn’t afraid of him and his wrath like she used to be when she was a little kid. Because Isabelle had seen worse, she had done worse, than a few slaps and some yells. 

So she was feeling brave, which meant that it was her turn now to be an asshole. Isabelle doubted that he would beat her up in front of all those people, but you never know, so she stayed quiet.

She could feel his gaze on the back of her head, but she didn’t turn around to meet his eyes. She just stood there like an idiot, waiting for his next move.

Daryl sighed, and even if she wasn’t looking at him she knew that he was probably wiping his hand on his face like he always did when he was mad. She hoped he wasn’t that mad, because she wasn’t that brave.

“Listen…” He began, but a shout from ahead of them cut him off before he could even begin to ramble. The man looked up to Rick who was calling for him, saying something about clearing the church. 

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Like Isabelle gave half a fuck about the church. If the creepy priest wanted their squirrels then let it be. She knew that it was stupid thing to think, because the man could do much worse than taking their squirrels, but she couldn’t bring herself to really care. 

“We’ll talk later.” Her father grumbled before walking past her towards the church. Isabelle didn’t reply, her eyes still fixed on her shoes. “Stay with Carl.” He added as he turned around to look at her. She didn’t look up. He dropped his shoulders, sighed again and then entered the church.

Isabelle looked at him just soon enough to see his figure disappearing behind the wooden door. She felt a little bad for not talking to him, but she knew that he never did when he ignored her for all those years. 

It was confusing, and she didn’t have time for confusing things. 

She walked towards Carl, who was holding his baby sister. Isabelle smiled when the baby’s face turned around enough to look at her and her big dark eyes met her blue ones. 

“Hey.” She greeted Carl as she stood on his side. He looked up at her and then smiled. He was much better at smiling than her. His smile looked like a sunny sky, hers looked more like a dying cat begging for mercy. 

“Are you okay?” He then asked, shifting the baby in his arms as he eyed her worriedly. 

“Yeah, I’m better now.” Isabelle forced out another painful smile as she felt like the biggest liar in the world. She just didn’t want to think that something might be really wrong with her. 

Carl hummed even if he didn’t really sound convinced. Isabelle sat down on the dirt and brought her knees up to her, not really caring about staining her jeans. They were already filthy anyway. She heard Carl sit down too, spreading his legs in front of him as little Judith sat on his lap. 

“She’s so cute.” The girl said as she watched the baby giggle about whatever, clenching and unclenching her small fists. Babies were just weird like that sometimes. “Yeah, she is.” Carl proudly replied as he also watched his sister, “But she’s getting too heavy for me, she will have to learn to walk soon.” Isabelle wondered how old she was when she started walking. She doubted either her father or uncle remembered, but she was sure that she was older than Judith was. It must be awful to have to grow up so fast in such a bad environment. “Do you think he’s okay?” Carl whispered as he nodded towards the priest standing in front of the church. 

Isabelle shrugged, “I think he’s just a bit of chicken. But he has survived until now, so he must be a little smart at least.” “I think it would be good if he turned out to be decent.” The boy replied, “We could use a place to sleep.” He said, turning around to look at her, “Especially some of us.” 

Isabelle couldn’t really tell if he was talking about her or not, so she just hugged her knees and shrugged, looking at the dirt in front of them. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

A whistle blew from inside the church, and soon enough everyone exited. Rick looked over at them and he nodded. Isabelle thought he was smiling, but she couldn’t understand with all that beard. 

“I spent months here without stepping out the front door. If you found someone inside, well, it would have been surprising.” Gabriel said as he got closer to the men. Isabelle and Carl also reached them, but while he went towards his father she just stayed a bit behind, eyeing hers. He still looked sour, so nothing new.

“Thank you for this.” The boy said with his usual smile. 

A shiver ran on Isabelle’s back as they entered the church, making her hide behind her uncle, who shot what she assumed was supposed to be a reassuring look before turning back around, following the group. 

The church was pretty dark inside, and it was just as creepy as the outside. The dim light made it look like some kind of dream. Isabelle recognized the altar in front of them, a lot of benches in front of it. They didn’t look very comfortable to sleep on, but everything was better than the dirt. 

“We found a short bus out back. It don't run, but I bet we could fix that in less than a day or two. Father here says he doesn't want it. Looks like we found ourselves some transport.” Abraham spoke to Rick, “You understand what's at stake here, right?”

“Yes, I do.” The man replied with a serious tone. Isabelle wasn’t sure that she shared the same understanding.

“Now that we can take a breath–” Michonne got cut off by Merle.

“We take a breath, we slow down, shit inevitably goes down.” Her uncle scoffed, “I agree with the gingerbread man.” Daryl shot him a warning look, probably about something Isabelle didn’t know they had talked about, perhaps about Merle’s loudmouth.

“We need supplies no matter what we do next.” Michonne gave Merle a dirty look, like she was daring him to disagree with her. “That's right. Water, food, ammunition.” Rick replied, ignoring the tension between the Dixon brothers and the woman.

Daryl agreed with a grunt, earning a scoff from his older brother. 

Isabelle decided to flee before the situation escalated, because she really didn’t want to see her uncle throwing punches in the house of the Lord. So she slipped right past him and the rest of the group and instead decided to explore a bit of the creepy church. 

There were empty cans of food around the altar, Isabelle noticed as she walked towards it. Weird. He said he always stayed close, but he had lots of food. That was really weird. 

She would talk about it with her dad if she could stand him. And she knew that if her uncle heard about it hell would break loose. Maybe she’ll tell Carl, if he swore not to snitch. 

She wandered around the dark hallways, careful not to step on anything and alerting everyone that she was indeed snooping. 

A framed phrase caught her attention. It had dust on it, but she still recognized the words. 

“and let us not grow weary of doing good. For in due season we will reap if we do not give up”

It was Galatians 6:9. Isabelle didn’t know what it meant, it was just written under the phrase. Must be a christian book. She liked the phrase, very fitting. She didn’t have to feel stupid because she believed in good people. And she shouldn’t stop being good just because other people did. That was why Isabelle liked to listen to priests talking, because they always had something very smart to say. 

“You shouldn’t be spying into other people’s houses, that’s a sin.” A voice called from behind her.

Maybe she didn’t like to listen to all priests, just some of them. Just the ones that didn’t look like they were about to murder you right where you were standing.

“I wasn’t spying. I’m just checking.” Isabelle crossed her arms, “You got something to hide?” She inquired. She felt stupid for arguing with him. Now he was going to kill her and feed her to the rats that probably lived in that dusty place.

Gabriel made another of his creepy smiles, “Not at all, check all you want.” 

Isabelle nodded, but didn’t turn back around. What if she did and he smashed a shovel or something behind her head, knocking her out? 

Nope, she was staying alert, like her dad always taught her to be. She couldn’t feel her hatchet on her, she must have left it somewhere. She really was stupid.

“You like the phrase?” The priest nodded towards the frame behind her, “More people should listen to it, don’t you think?” “We have been out there long enough to know not to trust every sign we read.” Isabelle replied. Her mind went back to those train tracks where she and Carl saw the Terminus’s signs for the first time. 

Sanctuary for all my ass.

The priest chuckled, “You are smart. That’s good.” The girl was a little taken aback. She wasn’t smart. She was quite the opposite. Everyone made sure to remind her, especially her father.

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“Are you a real priest?” She changed the subject. 

“Do you need to see a license?” He joked. Okay maybe he was a bit funny. 

The girl shook her head, “It would be a really bad sin if you just lied.” 

“You believe in God?” He was now the one taken aback. 

Isabelle shrugged, “I used to. Now it doesn’t really matter.”

The priest gave her an unreadable look and the girl started to really wonder if he was going to kill her for saying such a sacrilege. 

“Isabelle! Where the heck are ya?!” She heard her father shout from the entrance of the church where the group probably still stood, and for the first time she was happy to hear him. 

She said goodbye to Gabriel with a nod and she quickly scrambled back to where she heard her father’s voice come from. She stopped in a halt once she saw him, his furious eyes fixed on her. And he was alone. Crap, here comes the beating.

Isabelle sucked in a breath as she walked towards him, her eyes fixed on her shoes. It was starting to become a habit of hers, but the girl was beginning to find the tip of her dusty boots much more interesting than whatever surrounded her.

“What in the world is wrong with ya?” He grumbled as he closed the distance between them, grabbing her by her bad arm and dragging her away from the hallways, “Don’t ya ever dare disappearin’ again like that, hear me?” Isabelle let out a pained yelp at the feeling of pressure applied on her bruised arm, trying to shake her father’s hand off her, “Let go! Let go!” She yelled as she kept struggling against his firm grip, “It hurts! Let go!” But her father didn’t listen, instead he tightened his grasp even more, making the girl let out another screech, “Let go dad!” She hooted.

Daryl froze for a second, looking down at his daughter's teary eyes. But then decided to keep going, yanking the girl with him.

Isabelle could feel her head pounding as she kept trying to get out his hold, but it was no use. She didn’t want to start crying, to prove that she was still the same crybaby, but the pain in her arm was unbearable.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Her head kept buzzing even louder as her father dragged her across the church. She let out a yell as his grip tightened, “Wha’ is wrong with ya, uh?” 

Isabelle didn’t answer, instead cried in pain as Darly shook her, “Quit bein’ a baby, c’mon.” The girl’s tears made her vision blurry as she stumbled across something on the floor, almost falling. Daryl’s grip loosened and Isabelle understood that it was now or ever. So she shoved her father with all the strength that she could muster, which wasn’t much but enough to make him back off a bit. 

It came like a reflex, a hand crashing on her cheek, the sting bringing an odd sense of familiarity in Isabelle as she watched her father retreat his arm like he had burnt it. Like he was the one who was hurt.

Her father looked at her with wide eyes as silence fell between them. Isabelle touched her bad arm with the other hand, and it hurt like a bitch. If it wasn’t completely broken before, now it is for sure. “I told you it hurt.” Isabelle barked, “Why do you never listen?” All the shouting must have attracted the rest of the group, because a few seconds later Maggie came bursting inside the church. But Daryl didn’t care, his eyes still wide as he watched the girl send him a hateful glare through her tears. 

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“Isabelle, honey, are you okay?” Maggie launched herself to the girl, putting herself between her and Daryl as she checked her for any injury. Her cheek was turning red, but aside from that nothing was wrong. Apparently at least.

The girl nodded, but her eyes were distant. She tugged her sleeve, her eyes now back to her shoes. Maggie didn’t seem convinced, but it was clear that Isabelle wasn’t going to talk anytime soon, so she just shot Daryl a warning look before going away.

Isabelle wanted to cry, but she didn’t have any more tears in her body, which made her feel even more awful. There wasn’t much left to do if not try to swallow the lump in her throat and hope that the slap wouldn’t leave a bruise. It reminded her of the good old times before the apocalypse. Things never change. 

Nothing gets better. Her mom is still away. Her dad is still an asshole. She is still a crybaby. Nothing changes. No one changes.

“Isabelle I-” Her father took a step towards her, but Isabelle took two behind her, keeping the distance.

“Don’t.” She hissed, “Don’t say you are sorry. You aren’t.” “I am.” He said, “I really am.” Isabelle just looked him dead in the eyes, “I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth.” She tried to sound like she wasn’t crying until a few minutes ago, but her voice was betraying her. It didn’t matter though, because her dad knew. He always did. Daryl sighed, his head dropping, “I know. And I get it.” He murmured, “But I ain’t lying baby, I’m really sorry. For everything.” He took another step towards her. Isabelle took another two back.

“Just leave me alone. It doesn’t matter anymore.” She could feel tears slipping from her eyes. Turns out she still had some of them left. 

“I… I can’t.” Her father said, “You’re my daughter.” Something inside Isabelle’s little heart switched. Sadness turned into anger. She bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood, but she knew that it wouldn’t stop the hateful words from slipping out of her mouth. Nothing could anymore.

“I ain’t your daughter. You stopped bein’ my father the day you left me in that trailer park.” She spat, “You ain’t anything but a liar.” “Isabelle…” Her father walked towards his daughter, “I’m sorry.” He spoke all too sincerely. He looked sad. Like he deserved to be sad. Like he deserved to be anything. 

“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it anymore.” She spat, “Dixons don’t apologize. Dixons don’t cry.” She repeated the mantra she had grown up with.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do.” He mumbled, “I ain’t good with this shit, but I’ll try. I promise.” Isabelle almost felt like forgiving him. Even if he never did, even if he would hit her if the roles were reversed and she was the one crying. But the beast inside her heart and her head called for blood. She didn’t know how to forgive, no one ever taught her.

“I hate you.” She spoke every syllable and Daryl was sure that it felt worse than having a hundred knives in his heart, “I hate you for being a shitty dad. I have you for leaving. I hate you for not caring.” Now it was Isabelle’s turn to walk towards him, pushing him with her good hand, “How does it feel uh?” She asked as she watched her father's eyes water up.

 “I love you.” The words came like a whisper but felt like a whole mountain had crumbled on Isabelle as she widened her eyes. He never told her that he loved her. Not when she had to go to the hospital when she was five because she had fallen off a tree and broke her leg. Not when it was her birthday. Never.

“I love ya more than anythin’ else in this world.” Her father’s lips trembled, “And I’m so sorry for making ya believe that I didn’t.” 

“Stop lying.” Tears started to flow again from Isabelle’s eyes as she hit him again.

“I ain’t lyin’. I love you Isabelle.” Daryl said.

“Liar!” She yelled, “I hate you!” 

A pair of arms wrapped around her, her voice muffled by his chest. A hand ran through her brown hair, like he did when she was young, “Why are you doing this to me?” He could hear her mumble as he kept caressing her head. 

Daryl chewed the inside of his lip, “I don’ know baby.” He murmured, “I don’ know why I am a shitty dad, but I’ll make up for it.” 

“You left me.” Isabelle buried her face deeper in her father’s chest to hide the tears that were coming out her eyes. 

“I know baby. I’m sorry.” His voice was hoarse. He knew why he did it, but she didn’t, and it had to stay that way. Even if it meant that she would hate him for that, “I’ll never leave you again, I promise.” He whispered, “I love you Bambi.” A loud sob came out from Isabelle’s lips, and for the first time in years she cried. Really cried. Without holding back, without swallowing the knot that was starting to untie in her throat. 

She sobbed in her father's arms, like she did when she was a little kid. Like when she was still his Bambi and the world seemed like a happy place. She cried because it would never be the same again and because she wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing. 

She cried because she could cry, because she was alive with a roof on her head and her father with her. She cried because for the first time she felt loved, because she was safe now. 

Isabelle had a lot of reasons to cry and she never realized it.

[mangacat201]

Hahahahahahaha. And here we go again, clowning for another year! LOL.

Is it weird that what I’m maddest about at the episode was that they hit EVERY.SINGLE.HOLLYWOOD.CLICHE on the birth scene and then had the gal to give Buck that line about how he’s a professional.

HOT WATER AND TOWELS BOY? (And not even boiled water too, I mean wtf, LOLOL)

(and I am also looking at you Howard Han, but I’m leaving that down to general befuddlement because an ambulance just fell on you)

Anyway. I can’t believe this is the moment they finally got me with the sperm donor storyline. Because to me, it’s not about Buck not getting the family he so badly wants anymore (look right next to you, buddie, I beg of you, but I digress) or choosing a healthy place for himself to keep the kid in his mind (dad vis a vis donor) - I finally understood the assignment.

Buck has had to face the fact that he was chosen to be made, not to be loved, but for a purpose. A purpose that he couldn’t fullfil through no fault of his own, but that has haunted his life forever before he even knew why.

Now he CHOSE a son to be MADE for LOVE.

That’s it.

That’s what it was all about it. It doesn’t matter that he had to give him up (and he’ll get to be in his life for sure one way or the other, so I’m not actually worried about that anymore). The legacy he’s leaving to that little boy that is part of him is getting to grow up being loved the way Buck should have and deserved to grow up being loved.

And now he can let go of that trauma.

He doesn’t have to be anything for anybody.

He can go figure out who he is now without that expectation. He got to say goodbye to the spectre of Daniel and he got to say goodbye to the couch that was chosen for him. And yes, even though he’s still stumbling into a relationship again without really being ready (in the sense that he still hasn’t figured out how he feels about his death) at least he’s actively asking for help choosing for himself. And hell, maybe that’s not too bad a thing. Cause that’s what Natalia does right? Helps people choose how to live their life purposefully and meaningfully and offer companionship along the way. (And maybe she learned something too of the experience?) So Buck can grow a little more, gain the confidence to figure out what it actually is that he wants and then ask for it. CHOOSE life.

Maybe Eddie actually choosing to do the dating thing, to LEARN how to do it, properly, in a way that doesn’t put pressure on him, that’s just figuring out, is a good thing too?

People, hell the show itself, has been talking about how he’s had to mature too fast. Grow up skipping past a lot of milestones, hell his OWN SON is roasting him for his game like a peer instead of an adult. Maybe Eddie has to take that step first to play, to experiment, to just be - in order to also figure out what he wants. When you first start dating things are very serious (Shannon), sometimes you mess up because you haven’t figured yourself out yet (Ana), then you just try to find your footing and have fun with each other and learn (I can see that happening with Marisol) and when you’ve learned your lessons, made your mistakes, had your fun... you’ve matured enough to find what you’ve been making for a long, long time (Buck).

So yeah... typing up all this stream of consciousness I seem to have talked myself out of being mad at were our boys ended up? Funny how that goes.

And yes, this had the feel of a possible series finale that they pulled up very well and that tied up a lot of things (I’m looking at you beautiful beautiful people, Bathena, getting your cruise, dreadful hawaii print and all, and Madney continuing to build the life they choose, growing healthy together which is so fun to watch and Henren finally with a dream they’d all but given up in reach) - but a show does only keep our attention if it leaves its characters some road to go (room to grow or rope to hang themselves, your pick, lol). So since we are actually getting another shot to see them back, I am hopeful now.

So... tldr, I actually want to thank the fandom community here, all the smart, witty, compassionate people digging for the deeper meaning way past what the writers probably intended or even knew was there themselves. Y’all spread your takes and I know whenever I’ve finished watching I’ll go here and find something to explain to me why I shouldn’t be mad about stuff or how I missed that hidden parallel or how someone agrees with my view and I always come away in awe of all the thoughtfulness that goes into all of it.

My little pocket friends, we live to clown another day, here’s to a summer of meta, fix it fic, season 7 spec - this has been my first season in real time, it was an honor and a privilege.

[beea-idiot56]

~ How He would React to You being Hurt ~

A/N: Hello <3 This is just little drabbles on how I think some MCD men would react to you being Hurt <3 you're not seriously hurt in most of these, Laurence's is the worst lol. But I really wanted to write some MCD one shots and I love injury patching tropes so here's this teehee

Also just in case youre mad I wrote something for Zane, okay I just- okay I cant defend myself. I read one(1) (uno) (eins) one shots about dating MCD!Zane and now I have a full fanfic planned out and I'm fighting the urge to write it LMFAO(I hate MCD! Zane but I also hate myself so why not)

Characters: Laurance, Garroth, Zane, Dante

Warnings: some minor gore

CW: non

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, absolutely smitten, pre-established relationship(arranged marriage for Zane), gn!reader, reader is mentioned to be a Lord, before the time skip <3

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

Y/N felt a groan rip through their throat as they shouldered the door into their home. The empty rooms met them and they let a sigh fall from their lips as they hobbled over to their bathroom where they held all of their medical supplies. The house was dimly lit, only the setting sun was the light that lit up the rooms, Y/N probably needed to light a candle or two, but at the moment they wanted to deal with the pieces of wood hanging out of their arm.

Of course bandits had decided to come pry around the outskirts of town. Usually it would be a guard patrolling but Y/N had been wanting to look for flowers to make a new stall with for a flower merchant so they took over the patrol in hopes of finding some while keeping watch. They did find the flowers, but the bandits also found them whilst they were picking the wildly colored petals up.

Y/N looked in the mirror as they finally set their bags on the ground and started to strip the armor from their shoulders. the heavy iron falling off was a relief to the tension in their shoulders as they let out a soft sigh. At least until they started to pull up the fabric on their sleeve, wincing as they looked at the small pieces of wood sticking out of their skin. During the fight with the bandits Y/N didn't notice one coming up to their side and they were shoved off a small ledge, and straight into the crates stacked nearby. Meaning there was a littering of splinters of where their body broke through the crates. The skin was red and irritated and blood dripped down their bicep and onto the white sink, if Y/N tried they would be able to hear the drip drip drip of their blood.

They quickly got to work on removing any small pieces of wood, deciding that they would remove the splinters first then clean off the rest with rubbing alcohol and then wrap it up. hopefully all before their lover, Laurance, returned home. This shouldn't be too hard, Laurance had been staying behind quite a bit later as of late, usually to finish up reports or to pick up food from their favorite villager. Y/N estimated they had about an hour to finish cleaning themselves up, and as long as they kept a shirt on Laurance wouldn't have to know what had happened.

It wasn't as though Y/N was worried about his reaction, he would most likely dote over them and take care of them, rather than get angry, but they didn't want to be taken from their freedom. if Laurance thought y/n was even slightly injured there was a pretty large chance that he would keep them from any duties or patrols that they might take in turn for them resting to try and recover.

the sudden sound of the door opening and metal scraping made Y/N let out a small string of low spoken curses as they quickly shut the bathroom door with their foot, frantically looking around for a way to hide this since their sleeve was already soaked with blood.

"Y/N! I'm home! I brought food from Cadenza!" Laurence called out, the sound of his armor clanking down on the ground following shortly after. Y/N frantically reached for the towel near them, wiping at their arm, a small hiss escaping their lips from the feeling of the towel dragging on the already fresh wounds. "Y/N?" Laurence had asked, gently pushing on the bathroom door. from the corner of their eye they could see the door open slightly and they shoved their foot out to stop it, "you good in there, darling?" "Yep!" is all Y/N could reply with, unsure if their voice would show how much pain they were in. the door budged against their foot, and this time it cracked open slightly and they could see Laurence's eyes trying to peer around through the crack.

Y/N watched as his face dropped once his eyes saw the blood on the counter, and they sent a silent curse to their past self for not washing the blood down the sink as Laurence pushed more forcefully against the door. "Let me in, Love. I can see that there's blood on the counter, are you okay?" Laurence asked, his voice dripping with worry. Y/N sighed before moving their foot, letting the brunette push his way in, his hands immediately came up to their face and cupped it. he tilted their face back and forth, looking for any cuts before looking down words and scanning their body. once he made eye contact with their arm he grimaced at the sight.

"What happened here sweetheart?" Laurence asked, his voice dripping in concern as he lifted Y/N's arm to inspect it closer, "Nothing much, just fell" Y/N gave a little white lie, they did technically fall, just not by their own merits. "well that wasn't very smart was it" Laurence chuckled a bit, before picking up the swab of cotton next to the two and putting some rubbing alcohol on top of it, before slowly wiping away the excess blood and dirt and grime on their arm. the alcohol eliciting a hiss of pain from Y/N.

Laurence grimaced at the sound but continued to wipe at the residue, making sure it was clean before he picked up the tweezers and began to pick at the rest of the splinters, only one or two remaining now. Laurence placed a kiss on their arm after removing a splinter, frowning as he continued his work, obviously upset at having to do this at all. Y/N smiled softly, their own concern for him showing through as their free hand came up to rub a thumb across the wrinkles caused by his furrowed eyebrows. "quit frowning like that or you'll get stuck frowning" they spoke softly, their voice coming out like a motherly coo. It caused Laurence to laugh slightly, which lifted Y/Ns spirits, only for them to be dropped again as he shook his head.

"I cant help but to worry about you my darling." his voice was quite, his eyes still trained on their arm as he started to wrap it with a bandage, One they were fully wrapped Y/N moved their hands to be holding Laurence's face as he leaned into their touch, his own hands finding their hips and leaning against them slightly so the two were flush with each other. Laurence hummed lightly as Y/N played with the hair at the nape of his neck, he leaned in and placed a kiss at the corner of Y/N's mouth, making them smile.

A long hum was strung from Laurence's mouth as he placed tiny kisses all along Y/N's cheeks and nose, pressing anywhere he could reach and showering them with love. In turn Y/N began to giggle and push Laurence away slightly, only making him grip onto their hips tighter to keep them there. "nuh uh uh~" he hummed placing another kiss into their forehead, "you have to stay here until I'm sure you're better" he chuckled softly, his voice soft and sultry as he placed another kiss into their lips.

Y/N only melted into his touch, resigning themself to his affection.

𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉

A soft breeze passed through Y/N's hair, making them smile as they opened their mouth to drink in the lovely air brought in from the ocean over yonder. Y/N was walking besides Garroth, a peaceful silence between the two. The silence was not awkward or strained, but a mutual feeling of just enjoying each others company without the burden of keeping up a conversation.

The two had been walking for the entirety of the day, usually they would take a horse on such a long trip like this but alas, they had vastly underestimated the journey. Y/N didn't mind, however. They were content to enjoy the walk and the peace that came with not having to deal with their duties of the day. Y/N smiled, their eyes trailing along the sides of the path. Their gaze locked onto a bunch of flowers up ahead and they took off running, a smile on their lips as they went to go see the beautiful flowers. "Wait!" they heard Garroths frantic voice behind them, but they didn't quite care, keeping their fast pace run.

That was until they tripped over a rock, sending them face first into the ground.

"are you crying? oh no please don't cry-" garroth sounded frantic, his hands finding Y/N's shoulders as they started to shake. Y/N lifted their face, a wide smile filling their features as another laugh fell from their lips. Garroth stared at them for a moment, before slowly relaxing, chuckling a little himself as Y/N turned onto their back as their hands flew to their face, covering it as they laughed.

Garroth began to laugh as well, slowly easing into the ground as he face palmed, shaking his head as the worry he had for Y/N started to ease away. Y/N looked at Garroth, a smile and laugh in their voice as they spoke, "I guess you could say I was falling for you" Garroths head snapped to them, making them giggle more as his face turned pink. Y/N sat up, propping themself up on their arms as they giggled at Garroths face. He only stood up, reaching out a hand to them to help the Lord up.

Y/N gladly took his hand, standing up. That was until their legs buckled slightly and they fell into Garroths arms. He instantly caught them, not even hesitating to hold them up for support. Y/N looked down at their knees, okay maybe they fell harder than they thought. Y/N grimaced at the sight of bloody and scraped up legs, gravel sticking into their skin where they impacted the ground. Garroth looked down as well, sucking in a small breath.

"oh well, that's gonna suck to walk on." Y/N commented, before pushing off of Garroth and beginning to walk, trying to hide the very obvious limp from the pain that erupted with each step. Garroth let out a huff before coming up beside Y/N, making them yelp as he suddenly picked them up.

His hands held them around their knees and at their back, effectively carrying them bridal style as he walked. Y/N stared up at him, their own hands instinctively reaching up to hold onto his neck, their eyes wide with surprise. "Garroth, I can walk by myself" their voice came out a little weak, more so a squeak than anything else. he shrugged, continuing on with the walk as if he hadn't heard anything.

"I'd carry you to the end of the world, Y/N." his voice came out a little gravely, and Y/N could see the blush that covered his cheeks. they only smiled before relaxing into his grip and resting their cheek on his chest.

𝒁𝒂𝒏𝒆

The soft sound of humming filled the quiet home. The flowers bloomed outside, if you were looking out the window you would see them sprouting. The beautiful scenery left Y/N in a lovely mood, something that was quite unusual for them. Usually Y/N spent their time at this home hiding away or having semi stiff conversations with their forced lover.

Y/N and Zane had been "married" for around a year now, but it had only been in this past month or so the two had been warming up to each other. Originally their marriage was for the sake of a power boost to their respective villages, each of them faking dates and longing stares to keep up appearances before having an extravagant wedding in Y/N's village, them having insisted on it since they were still the Lord of this village. Since then the two have been civil. They didn't really indulge in romantic pleasures besides from the needed PDA to keep appearances up.

However, this past month had been a turning point. The usually cold conversations had slowly turned softer as Zane loosened up. What was usually his stiff shoulders and averted stares had turned into his mask less face keeping eye contact with Y/N as they told stories of their day and time. What was before keeping rooms length apart now turned into sharing couches, sometimes even blankets if the two were both enjoying a book and a bowl of grapes. Maybe that had been the change. Y/N pondered, maybe the turning point in Zane's head had been when he was reading and instead of continuing on with their day: Y/N picked up their own book and settled down onto the couch next to him, the both of them content to sit in silence as they divulged in rest during their usually busy days. Y/N smiled to themself, what used to be silent time had just a few days ago turned into soft conversation after ones eyes grew tired and they set down their book, and snacks had started to accompany their time.

Y/N let out a small gasp as the feeling of pain shot through their finger, they looked down at their hand realizing they had completely spaced out and had accidentally cut themselves while slicing the peppers they were preparing for tonight's dinner. Y/N stared at the cut for a moment, watching as the blood dripped from the cut with interest, not really caring since it didn't hurt but almost being curious about how the blood dripped from their finger, slowly splashing onto the cutting board they were using. It was only when they realized they were dirtying the peppers that they snapped out of their daze and drew back their hand, a small curse escaping their lips as they moved about to go wash off their hand.

"something wrong?" a voice sounded behind Y/N causing them to yelp and turn around, their hand immediately finding the knife and holding it in front of them, only for their shoulders to slack as they realized it was Zane who had spoke. Y/N sighed, before slipping the knife back onto the cutting board. "Yeah I'm fine" they hummed, bringing their finger to their mouth to lick up the blood that was still there.

Zane scoffed before stepping over to where Y/N stood, taking their hand out of their mouth before looking where they had been cut. "dumb-ass" he mumbled before pulling on their hand so they'd follow as he walked out of the room. Reluctantly, they followed behind him as he led Y/N to the bathroom, where he let go next to the counter as he pulled out a small first aid kit that Y/N had originally insisted on keeping for "just in case" emergencies. Y/N watched as Zane pulled out a band-aid before pulling at their hand again, bringing it up so he could look at it closer.

For a moment Zane inspected it before he opened the band-aid, wrapping the small piece of fabric around Y/N's finger and then letting go when he had finished. Y/N watched him with curiosity as he seemed to hesitate, staring at their hand for a moment, that was until he brought his lips to the back of their hand, pressing a kiss to the soft spot. Almost instantly he let go and turned to walk away, "I'll be in my office. Once the food is ready could you bring me a plate?" he spoke, clearly demanding it despite the statement being formed as a a sentence. Y/N only hummed but couldn't bring their eyes from where he had kissed their hand, a small smile slowly spreading across their lips.

yeah maybe this 'power marriage' wouldn't be too bad after all.

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆

Y/N groaned as they fell onto the couch in the living room, their body sinking into the plush furniture without trying to fight it. Everything hurt. Y/N had been working in the yard and around the house since Dante left this morning at dawn. From plucking weeds, to pulling up the vegetables that were ready, to dusting and folding laundry. They had been either bent over, kneeling, reaching, or straining in some way the entire day. They already felt the repercussions for the continued strain, if they had been any older they were sure they wouldn't have been able to do such labor for so long.

Originally they were only going to pluck weeds, but then they just spaced out and kept going around and did all of the things they realized were on the house chore list. Ending with making dinner and setting it to the side so they could eat with Dante when he returned home. Speaking of which, they seriously hoped that he would be a little longer so they could take a quick nap and hopefully sleep off some of the aching.

Of course, however, the nature of time had no such plan and Dante pushed open the door to their shared home. His eyes averted to the ground as he entered. Y/N smiled up at him, they couldn't help but to admire him every time he came home. Sure he was sweaty, tired, and looked drained, but he never stopped being so beautiful. and apparently he shared the same sentiment because when he saw Y/N his eyes immediately lit up and a soft smile came across his face.

Dante shut the door, setting down his armor and weapons next to it before coming over to Y/N, leaning down to press a kiss to their temple, "hello, my beautiful spouse." he mumbled, running a hand through their hair.

Y/N smiled, turning slightly and opening their arms to him, inviting him to a small cuddle session but he nearly laughed and shook his head. "I would love to but I'm starving. Have you made dinner or do you want me to make it?" he asked, standing back up to his full height and looking over to the kitchen where the lovely smell of a home cooked meal was wafting in from.

"I made some, feel free to make yourself a plate." Y/N hummed, flopping back down to rest on the couch. Dante looked over at them, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want me to bring you a plate?" he asked as he walked over to the kitchen to help himself to a serving. Y/N thought of it for a moment, going to prop themself up so they could eat, but the sharp pain in their back said otherwise and they flopped back down with a small groan. "No, I'm going to lie here for a bit" they mumbled, closing their eyes, possibly they would take a nap in the time being. They could always reheat the food if they were hungry later.

Dante peeked from around the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped forward and leaned against the frame, "are you okay my darling?" Dante asked, his voice laced in concern but not moving just yet, worried that Y/N was in one of their 'come near me and die' moods. Y/N grumbled slightly, "yeah, just sore" they hummed, turning slightly so they could look at him while they talked. Dante looked at them, his eyebrows furrowing even more before he walked over leaning down by the couch and placing his hands on their back. Y/N looked at him with confusion but instantly melted into his touch as he slowly started to knead into their muscles.

Y/N groaned as he pressed into each knot that had formed during their day of labor, each movement of his hand bringing more tension relief, making them melt more and more into Dante's hands. Dante continued his movements, ignoring his own hunger to make sure they could relax properly first.

"Thank you, my love, for working around the house." he hummed quietly, pressing into a particularly rough knot, "next time let me help, I don't want my spouse to be too overworked" he smiled, before reaching down and pressing a kiss to their cheek.

[yourkimjaejin]

Aurora is NOT cute

Content Warning: This post contains conversations about periods and talks about period symptoms.

New Aurora post is here!! Have fun and thanks for reading! Enjoy! ~ Author Izzy

Legend: During Candy Filming

“Okay CUT!. That was a great take guys. Aurora you especially. You’re so cute!! This concept was made for you.” The director turned his attention to the rest of the members not even seeing the scathing look the girl shot at him. “You all can take a break for a second while we reset.” At his words, The girl dressed in pink stormed off, slamming the door to the group's dressing room.

Mark waved off the crew's concern, gesturing that they would handle it. 

“Soooo, whose turn is it to handle this AB.” Haechan turned to the maknaes first. Chenle smirked.

“Well after the last one, Myself and Jisung were demoted to support so we cannot help unsupervised.” Haechan shook his head, he knew that would come back to haunt him. 

“I know it's not Mark’s or min. We handled the last one.” The singer turned to Jeno and Jaemin who were messing with the props of the set. “Don't look at us. We handled the one before that.” That took Jeno and Jaemin out. Then that leaves..

“Where’s Renjun?” Haechan asked. 

“He followed after Aurora.” their manager answered. Leave it to Renjun to know when it’s his turn. 

“I told you we needed to carry the schedule with us.” Jaemin said while spinning around in the chair. Jeno pushed him away while Jaemin shouted, “YAH!”

Renjun eased the door open. He spotted Aurora pacing the floor before growing frustrated and flopping onto the couch. 

AB’s are code for Aurora Breakdowns. The Dreamies came up with the name after Aurora lost it when Haechan called her ‘shortie’ when they first met. Lets just say, Aurora made her presence known at that dance lesson. When it became apparent that Aurora was around to stay, the boys made it their mission to learn more about her. In a beautiful moment, a year later, Aurora confirmed they were more than friends. They were family. 

Soon after, the boys came up with a system to help Aurora when her teen years came to rear their head. Aurora was important to them and they wanted her to know they were there for her even when her brain tried to convince her otherwise. In a true moment of organization, they came up with a schedule of what members would help her anytime one of these AB’s came up. The schedule came with versions for when Aurora was with 127, Dream, WayV or AG. Because Aurora was with Dream it fell to Renjun to solve this.

“Rora? Can I come in?” Renjun didn’t set foot in the room without her permission. A groan was all he got in response. Hopefully, that is a good thing. Renjun walked in and shut the door quietly, just in case Aurora had a headache she didn’t tell anyone about. Renjun sat down next to the younger, grabbing her hand. A familiar gesture that would hopefully calm her down.

When her shoulders relaxed a bit, Renjun took a mental note: Okay she’s mad about something.

Renjun’s approach to AB’s is similar to Jisung’s. Be quiet and wait. Sometimes when Aurora’s mad talking makes it worse. Renjun would wait as long as he had to until Aurora felt like talking. Whether it took minutes or hours. 

Luckily today, it was minutes. 

“I hate being called cute.” The adjective haunted Aurora for years. After her parents divorced, Aurora and her mom moved back to Korea. Aurora was enrolled in the closest elementary school where she was faced with Minjae. This little twerp’s smirking face was embedded in 6 year old Aurora’s brain. Every day he managed to turn around and mockingly call out “OH LOOK!! IT’S CUTIE EUNJI!!!” 

If Aurora could have slapped without getting in trouble she would have but she was already on thin ice after stomping on her classmates foot for stealing her favorite pen. 

For week’s Aurora just took the jabs. Until she reached her boiling point. She may have gotten a suspension but hearing the impact of her six year-old fist against Minjae’s face brought her a satisfaction that no suspension could take away. But ever since she's been left with bitter feelings towards the word cute. It just got worse as puberty hit. 

She rejected anything that resembled ‘cute’. No pink, no skirts, and definitely no fluff or frills. She became the antithesis of cute and she LOVED it. 

Becoming a kpop idol was probably the wrong choice. 

Once again luck was on Aurora’s side because she started training with baby shinki which led to herself and Moxy becoming the first women in NCT. No more having to worry about cutesy concepts, too short skirts and fake lovey dovey eyes. She could be herself and no one would question her. 

Until today…

Chenle will swear up and down that Aurora glare could cut his head off when Dream’s manager explains to the group the concept for the Candy video. She kept her mouth shut as their director explained what would be going on during the filming. She kept her mouth shut as she was handed a fluffy pink sweater on the day of their photobook shoot. She kept her mouth shut every time the photographer asked her to brighten her smile. 

After all that, Today was just too much. She wanted out of the clothes and just wanted to go home.

Renjun grabbed Aurora's hand, “First off, It's not a bad thing, being called cute. Trust me. I know more than anyone how grating it is to be known as the cute one.” Tugging on her hand, Aurora met his eyes, “What you have to focus on is the facts. Me, the members, and our trusted managers would never call you cute to mock you. You have a feral cuteness that fits you. There’s a reason Haechan likes to glomp onto you when you glare at him.” That memory made Aurora laugh. 

“I just thought he was a masochist.” Renjun was stunned by the younger one even knowing what that word means. 

“First off, why do you know that?” When Aurora shrugged, Renjun shook his head. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. Secondly….you’re probably right.” The two laughed, some levity entering the room.

“You’ve been called cute before and you were able to shake it off and keep going.” At Renjun’s words Aurora went stiff. She kept her eyes on the ground but Renjun could see through that. Her gaze keeps shifting from crack to crack, Never staying in one place. 

“Is there a reason you had a worse reaction today than years ago?” Aurora sighed, tension escaping her tiny frame. Renjun didn’t speak letting his question hang between them until Aurora felt comfortable enough to answer

“I started early.” A pink blush rose across her cheek. Renjun, on the other hand, was panicking.

“What!!? But you’re scheduled for three days from now.” Renjun whipped out his phone to check the period tracker on his phone. The boys had a discussion after the disaster of Aurora first period that one of them should keep track of her periods going forward. So if Aurora was away from her AG members, they could still help. All of them, while willing to help, decided to delegate this to one person through a game of rock, paper, scissors. 

Renjun lost. 

“I don't know. Hannah unnie warned me that flows can change days whenever they feel like it. I took medicine this morning and I have backup’s in case of changes.” the blush grew furious. While appreciating the help, it was still embarrassing to talk about with her male members. 

“Luckily, your first day is usually light. Were you cramping this morning?” Renjun vetted answers to jot down on the symptoms chart. Aurora answers quietly. The reassuring look on her oppa’s face helps the embarrassment run its course. 

“OKAY! Now that's done let's get back out there.” The two stood up but Renjun embraced the younger before they opened the door. 

“You may be cute but you're also fierce. You can be both.” He let go but kept a hold of her shoulders. Aurora's eyes shined, a small smile on her face. Renjuns smile mirroring hers. “Be both, Eunji-ah.” Aurora took a deep breath, letting everything shed away, leaving determination in its wake. Renjun waited until Aurora nodded to open the door

Behind the door was their other members waiting to see if everything was ok. They all looked relieved to see Aurora calm and ready to film. Renjun discreetly caught Jaemin and Haechan’s gaze and mouthed ‘Code: Red’. Nodding back, The two immediately covered the youngest member between them using their natural charms to keep Aurora distracted yet focused on finishing their filming.