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lvrby-katsuki · 2 years ago
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oh god 3 fucking layers of concealer can't hide these bags anymore
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pintrestgrl · 25 days ago
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Okay, listen!! Being very angsty here
Kook!reader and Rafe are wonderful together— the it-couple of Kildare. They both love partying and going on boat trips and shopping on the mainland. Rafe loves her and she loves him, and it's been like that for years.
Now for the angst: during spring break Topper hosts a party and reader loses Rafe while talking to friends, so she obviously goes to look for him, a little drunk, a little horny too, maybe, and poor baby finds him doing lines in some room and she just doesn't know what to say or do...
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aw poor baby. she probably thinks he’s like the perfect bf too. 🥲 anyways hi 🪼 anon !! i missed u ! i love this idea too send more pls
also, for your season 4 ask, it might be like terrible to say but i haven’t watched season 4 yet… ik shocking. but im currently rewatching all the seasons rn 😭
but i will try to do it once i get to season 4 !!
i’m so so sorry 😭
also this ask is from like weeks ago.. but i just now got to it.. anyways im terrible at posting
pls enjoy !!
sweetheart!kook!reader with boyfriend!rafe.
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you and rafe had been together forever, and everybody knew it.
everyone knew that you were his girlfriend, and he was your boyfriend.
you two were perfect together.
you went on yacht trips on his family’s boat, shopping excursions to the mainland, and you both attended every party that the outer banks had to offer.
another party came, so naturally you went with rafe.
you arrived with him, and began drinking and dancing the night away as he subtly pulled down your dress from behind you.
you had been there for around 30 minutes, when you realized you had lost him in the crowd at some point in time.
you already were a bit drunk, and kinda needy at this point. so, you needed rafe. desperately.
you stumbled along the crowded halls of the mansion, accidentally opening a few sex-filled rooms a long the way.
you finally came to the end of the hall, opening the door.
you froze.
behind it, was rafe. which should have calmed you down.
but the sight made you want to run away from the whole situation.
he was sitting in the laundry room, his head down as he snorted a line of white powder off the laundry machine.
you guessed you let out a small noise of shock, because his head raised.
the look on his face, was nothing but one of shock. of fear. of shame.
he wiped his nose, quickly standing up from the chair.
you backed away a little, not able to find the will to speak right now.
he spoke to you.
“oh, fuck— god, baby. it’s not what it looks like, okay. c’mere.”
he attempted to approach you, but you only backed away. you didn’t know what to say, or do, or think.
all you could think of, was that you just witnessed your sweet boyfriend doing a line of coke.
you finally found it in you to speak.
“what— what was that, rafe? what were you doing?”
he took hold of your wrists, not allowing you to move. he avoided your eyes, his pupils blown out.
he spoke.
“nothin’, baby. don’t worry about it. just calm down, okay. listen to me.”
you nodded slowly, afraid of who he would become while he was on drugs like this.
he spoke again.
“let’s just— go home. i think it’s time for you to go home.”
you shook your head, rather quickly. you didn’t want to go. you wanted to be with him. you didn’t mean to see that sight, it wasn’t like you wanted too.
you spoke.
“‘no— please, rafe. i wanna stay. please, it’s fine.”
he grunted, shaking his head.
“no. you’re goin’ home, okay? just listen to me for once, god.”
you frowned. his words got so much meaner, and you could only blame it on the drugs coursing through his body.
he took a bit too tight hold of your arms, leading you towards the door, then to his car.
you got in, too scared to protest staying at the party anymore.
you were scared. very, very scared. you’d never seen rafe like this in all the years you’d known him.
he turned the car on, sloppily pulling out of the driveway.
he sped all the way home, his car going well over the speed limit.
you were frozen, and silent with fear the whole car ride.
you wanted him to slow down, but you were much too fearful to say anything to his face right now.
he arrived at your house, letting out a gruff noise that only told you to get out.
you reluctantly opened your mouth, and spoke.
“rafe, we can— we can talk about it. please? can we talk about it?”
he scoffed, rolling his eyes. he finally looks at your eyes, and you saw nothing in them. nothing but his dilated pupils. usually, you’d seen a hint of love or admiration in his eyes.
there was nothing.
he spoke, harshly.
“just— shut the fuck up. got it? get out. now.”
you sucked in a shaky hiss at his mean words, nodding and opening the door of his car, hopping out.
usually, he’d have the common decency to walk you to the door and say hi to your parents.
as you walked to the door, you heard him speed off. not even bothering to see if you got in okay.
you felt tears prick your eyes, as you rushed upstairs. avoiding the words of your parents.
you showered, and changed. finally sitting down in your bed.
you were so worried, so confused.
where did he go? did he get there okay? what was he doing in that room?
you thought about sending him a text or two, but deciding to drop the idea when the memory of his blunt words came in your head.
you took a shaky breath, rolling over and clutching the stuffy that rafe had gotten for you a while back.
you had many questions.
how could he just dismiss you like that? and treat you so much different then he usually did?
you hated what he had done. hated what you had witnessed. hated what he said to you.
but yet, you couldn’t quite find it in you to hate him.
you loved him, with everything you had in you.
and he had been hiding half his life away from you.
you let your tears soak the plush animal, as you let every bad thought consume your mind.
before you finally, succumbed to a deep slumber.
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marvelfanfics1 · 4 months ago
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Baby's First Shots
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Request: baby maybank is taken to her annual checkup with the pogues , them trying to distract her from the shots she needs 🤍
Pairing: jj maybank x daughter!reader
Warnings: shots, some crying, I don't know if what I wrote is correct but oh well 🥲
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"But Kie, look how happy she is right now!" JJ coos, holding your smiling self up to her face. "You can't expect me to just let her get experimented on."
"I already explained to you like- a hundred times that it's just regular shots, idiot. She needs them. They're not experimenting on her." Kie sighs, smiling at you gnawing on your hand, reaching a hand up to tickle your exposed belly making you shriek with laughter.
JJ turns you around to cradle you against his chest, softly talking to you before reluctantly laying you in your carrier, following Kie outside to join John B and Pope who have been waiting the whole time for JJ to get himself together.
"Damn. Finally!" John B groans. "We have to hurry now if we want to get there in time."
At the doctor's office JJ keeps bouncing his leg nervously, your carrier standing between his feet. You were so unaware of what was coming, pulling on your socks and cooing at him.
It's a little funny, the most people in the waiting room are mostly Mom's with their children and then there are the four teenager pogues with one baby. JJ is more than grateful for his friends support, they have been there for him every step of the way since your so-called 'mother' shoved you into his arms without another word.
He wouldn't know what to do without them. JJ gets pulled out from his thoughts when a nurse calls your name, his head snapping up to meet the friendly gaze of the nurse. "Yep, that's us."
He quickly gets up, grabbing the handle of your carrier with the pogues behind him.
"Oh, uhm, can my friends join as well?" He asks nervously, afraid he would have to do this alone.
The woman smiles at him, nodding. "That's not a problem, follow me."
The nurse leads them through a hallway and holds open the door to the exam room where the doctor is already waiting, looking through your file on his monitor.
JJ sits down on the chair in front of the desk, setting your carrier on the chair beside him, running a hand through his hair.
"So, Mr. Maybank-" the doctor starts but JJ cuts him off.
"JJ is just fine."
"Alright, so, tell me how has the little one been doing?" He asks. The last time you were here was shortly after your mother left you with JJ. He just wanted to make sure you were all healthy.
"Very good, actually. She sleeps, eats...y'know normal baby stuff." JJ crosses his arms, his leg bouncing again.
The doctor smiles, glancing at you who was babbling and trying to put your foot in your mouth. "That's good to hear. I guess we should go to the more unpleasant part now, so it's over quickly and you can take her home again. If you could please take her out of the carrier I will get the shots prepared."
JJ nods, tensing up a little but reaching over to open your straps, carefully picking you up and sitting you on his lap, your back resting against his stomach so you're facing the doctor.
Kie notices JJ's distress and places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing for reassurance. "It'll be fine."
Soon the doctor approaches with the first syringe in hand, kneeling down to wipe with an alcohol pad over your left knee. John B goes to stand beside the doctor, snapping his fingers to get your attention. "Look up here sweetie. Yeah, like that." He smiles, trying to distract you.
The needle breaks through your skin and your face scrunches up. John B grabs the teddy that Pope holds out for him, waving it in the air. "No, no, no. Look who I have here."
You sniffle, calming down but as soon as you get your second shot in your other knee you start to wail loudly. JJ's heart breaks at the sight, shushing you and rubbing his hand over your belly to soothe you and make you know that he's there. "Shh, it's okay...it's over now."
"There we go." The doctor finishes the procedure by putting a bandaid on each of your knees, standing back up straight and walking over to his desk again to update your shots to your file. "Okay, everything is finished. I'll see you again in two months, you can make an appointment at the front desk. Have a good day."
JJ didn't need to be told twice, holding you to his chest he stands up and hands Pope your carrier so he could solely focus on you while walking out and to the front desk to make another appointment.
Back outside you were still crying softly, your small hands clutching his shirt tightly. "Shh, shh, I'm here. You were so brave, dada's proud of you."
The others smile at the sight. JJ never fails to tell you how much he loves you and that he's proud of you even if you're just a few months old he always makes sure you know he will always be there when you need him.
John B pats his back. "C'mon, dude. You both survived, now let's head back to the Chateau."
JJ nods, continuing to bounce you and mumbles sweet nothings to you as he walks towards the Twinkie, waiting for you to fully calm down before getting you back in your carrier that Pope already strapped on the passenger seat.
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ts1m1kas · 5 months ago
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Original Ask: hi! God bless! could you do a fic where's reader has been bullied in childhood/teenage years and one day she appears dating Jude and people are shocked and Jude's like, how could you be mean to her?? Ty 💗 (anonymous)
Word Count: 737 words
(author's note: keep sending requests in as they are still open, i hope you all enjoy this fic 🫶🏻 i kinda hate this, but oh well 🥲)
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To Jude, Y/N was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He would proclaim his love for Y/N from the rooftops if he had it his way. However, Y/N’s own insecurities meant she asked Jude to keep their relationship private. He respected her wishes, keeping their love for each other behind closed doors.
Throughout her high school years, Y/N’s life had been made miserable by the individuals at her school. Insults, taunts, and jeers ruled her life, blossoming into deep-rooted self-hatred. These painful memories led to Y/N hiding that part of herself from not only Jude but also her friends she had met once she grew up.
There wasn’t a day that went by where Y/N didn’t feel unhappy with how she looked, or how she sounded, or how she laughed. And she didn’t mention it to Jude once. She didn’t want to trouble her boyfriend with her ‘silly’ insecurities.
Eventually, Jude began to question why Y/N didn’t want to make their relationship public. Did she not think he was good enough for her? After having Y/N refuse his invite to one of his matches yet again, he knew it was time to confront her.
Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, preparing the ingredients for her and Jude’s lunch. She hummed quietly to herself, which masked the sound of Jude walking down the hallway.
“Y/N?” Jude said, finally making his way into the kitchen.
“Yeah, you okay?” She questioned in response.
“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
Y/N laughed nervously, “What do you mean? What makes you say that?”
“Well you’ve insisted on keeping our relationship private for the past 2 years, so I must be doing something wrong.”
“No, Jude, you know I just like being private.”
Jude shook his head and sighed, “I just don’t believe you anymore. It feels like you’re embarrassed.”
Tears began to form in Y/N’s eyes. She knew it was silly to cry, and she knew she should just tell Jude why she was so persistent on staying out of the spotlight. But she simply couldn’t.
When Jude spotted the tears falling down Y/N’s face, he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. He gently rubbed his hand along her back, soothing her as she sobbed into his chest. What started as silent tears had turned into violent sobs.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something much deeper was affecting Y/N, and it hurt Jude’s heart to see his girlfriend fall apart in his arms. He also felt guilty that he hadn’t spotted she was hurting before now.
He slowly guided her over to the sofa and sat her down. Y/N stayed curled into Jude’s chest, too ashamed to face him. After a while, she moved to sit up and wiped her face with her sleeve.
“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” Jude enquired, careful not to upset his girlfriend further.
Y/N took a deep breath, “I used to get bullied. A lot. I know it sounds dumb but it really affected me and still does to this day. I just feel like it's all gonna happen all over again if we go public. Especially since I'm not a perfect model with loads of Instagram followers.”
“Oh baby, why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve understood you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing more than to show my beautiful girlfriend off. People are always going to have something to say, I just want the world to know you’re mine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I promise, if anyone has a problem I’ll block them, simple as that.”
Y/N enveloped her boyfriend in a tight hug, words of appreciation spilling from her mouth. Jude hugged her back, grateful to know what had been bothering her for so long.
“Does this mean I can post you?” Jude asked eagerly, smiling down at Y/N.
She nodded, “I’m sorry for keeping all this from you.”
“It’s fine, we all have things we want to keep secret.”
Y/N stood up and moved back over to the kitchen to finish the meal she had started. Jude pulled out his phone and selected a photo of the couple. 
He pulled up Instagram on his phone and posted the photo, paired with the caption;
‘My one and only.’
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valwrote · 1 year ago
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Imagine this –
neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader
a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)
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It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar
Drip drip drip
AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.
Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.
wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️
"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"
"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."
guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.
navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.
"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.
"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.
"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.
yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.
"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"
"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.
"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.
"No." he curtly replied.
"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.
"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.
a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —
sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*
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neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies
©definitelysel
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filmbyjy · 10 months ago
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HAMSTER HEESEUNG (2)
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— main HYBRID masterlist
SUMMARY: how do you stop your heart beating erratically whenever heeseung stands close to you? should you even be letting him into your knowing your traumatic past with relationships.
WORD COUNT: 0.95K words
WARNINGS: mentions of past toxic relationship (the guy used to hurt you), shy shy heeseung
NOTE: AHHH this took too long🥲 this has been in my drafts since Feb 2023 so uhh yeah. the HYBRID series is still going to have slow updates as i am trying my best to write whenever i can. i believe my time will definitely be taken up more once i get my internship. hope you enjoyed this chapter though!!
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after you had shortly left heeseung in the kitchen, you had turned on the air-conditioning. you could feel your heart racing quickly.
what should I do? plan? I should create a plan to make it seem like I am a good owner while somehow keeping distance with heeseung
“i think the water is overflowing." heeseung says. your eyes widened. you quickly ran to the kitchen and turned the fire off. the water simmering down as you let out a breath.
"i'm so sorry, i should have turn off the fire." heeseung's head drops. you sighed and went to touch his hair. your hands making contact with his ears. it twitches when you touched it.
"it's alright. i should have remembered to turn it off." the boy looks up at you and your heart drops when you noticed his glossy eyes. you instantly pulled him into a hug.
"hey, it's alright. it's not your fault."
"i just don't want to mess things up. i'm scared that you might not want me anymore." he sniffles. you ran your hand up and down his back to calm him down and you could feel him loosen up and finally wrap his arms around your waist.
"i'm not going to leave you, heeseung." you whisper. heeseung hides his face further into your neck and you blushed.
okay maybe there was no way out of this so you guess this was the only route to follow. you were going to allow heeseung into your heart.
"really?" he says.
"of course."
“thank you. you’re the first owner to say that.” heeseung mumbles quietly.
how dare those people…
“those people don’t deserve you. you’re strong for having to go through all the hardships.”
“t-thank you.” he says.
as you placed heeseung at arm’s length, you noticed the stray tears that fell onto his cheeks. you had reached up and wiped them away.
“I’ll be your guardian from now on. I’ll protect you and give you the love you deserve after all those horrible years.”
heeseung sniffles, his doe eyes staring back at you. “I’m a little scared b-but I’ll try.”
“you dont have to completely warm up to me, you can slowly do it. I understand it’s hard for you.” you say in the sweetest tone.
heeseung hums, “okay. I can try.”
you turned your head to look at the ramyeon. “ah right, the ramyeon. it’s probably too soft to eat now, I’ll just whip up a new batch. why don’t you go sit in the sofa for a bit?”
he didn’t move, it was almost like his legs were frozen. he shakes his head. “don’t wanna leave.”
“okay, then. you can stay and watch me. just sit at the table right there.”
he nods and sits there. despite him being a hamster hybrid, he sure acts like an obedient puppy. his ears twitch once the water starts boiling and you started making some fried eggs to add into the ramyeon. he looked excited, almost about to jump out of his seat as he waits for the food in anticipation.
you had plate the ramyeon and then placed it in front of him. “there. enjoy.” you smiled.
heeseung digs in, he hastily eats it since he was hungry. he chews on it, filling his cheeks with noodles. his cheeks round and rosy, just as he opens to speak, he starts to hicup. you hand him a cup of water so he could digest his food with.
“eat slowly, you’ll choke.” heeseung hums at your words. he eats slowly just like you said.
and then, the doorbell rang. his freezes, his heartbeat growing quicker.
“I’ll get the door, don’t worry and just eat.” you had reached up to give him a pet as you noticed his scared and confused look. he leans into your touch. you made your way to the door and just as you opened it, you heard a familiar voice that made you freeze.
“open the door. i know you're there.”
it sounded demanding. scary. you knew exactly who it was.
“w-who is that?” heeseung’s small voice appears next to you.
“oh umm…that’s my ex-boyfriend. we can just ignore him.” just as you finished your words, your ex-boyfriend pounds on the door. it startles both you and heeseung. the poor hamster boy clenches his fist.
“he’s scary. are you sure he’s not going to break down the door.”
“he might at this rate. how about you stay in my room, okay? it’s the one to the left with some fake leaves on the wall.”
“okay.” heeseung shyly says. he goes over to your bedroom and you breathed in before opening the door. your ex-boyfriend, minjun, was halfway about to pound on the door again.
“what do you want?” you asked him.
“you weren’t answering and I was worried.” minjun nonchalantly says as he folds his arms.
“we aren’t together anymore so why should you care?”
"we aren't together?" it was like a dark cloud loomed over him, he smirks and steps closer towards you. "what do you mean we aren't together anymore, baby? we never broke up, unless i said we could."
your heart rate accelerates quickly, his hands ready to reach up and hit you as he always had during the toxic relationship. however, before he could even lay a hand on you, someone grabs his arm and towers over him.
it was heeseung
he had come to save the day. something weird about it was, there was no sign of the kind and shy heeseung behind his dark and scary eyes. all that was left was rage, anger and a murderous glint. it kinda scared you a little, what happened to the cute and adorable hamster boy?
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hysteria-things · 8 months ago
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GHOST PT 2 PLS
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GHOST (part two)
read part one here
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt feels heartbroken for you, and using the estes method helps him connect with the afterlife to learn your story.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST, swearing, crying, mentions death (strangulation), lots of dialogue
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 494
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wanted this to have a short and sweet/sad ending🥲
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it’s been about an hour or two, but matt still can’t fathom what he saw. let alone that he had sex with a ghost.
sam and colby talk to the camera, nick sandwiches between them leaving chris and matt in the back.
chris nudges his brother’s arm. “are you doing alright? you’ve been quiet.”
he puts on his best fake smile. “yeah. this hotel is just scary as fuck.”
chris laughs, nodding his head before yapping on and on about whatever.
matt tunes him out, feeling sad. despite being a literal ghost, he wanted to stay with you forever.
he misses you.
mirrors decorate the walls, the room is dark except for the lights that sam and colby set up on the floor. there’s a spirit box in the middle, and static comes from the speakers.
the five boys stand in the middle, taking turns to say stuff but having no luck. “i think you should only speak, matt.” colby explains. “they seem to really like you.”
clearing his throat, he starts speaking. “who’s in here with us right now?
some statics later, they finally get something. “y/n.”
there’s a twinkle in matt’s eye when he hears that name. “hi, y/n.” he says softly, sitting down to get comfortable next to the device. “do you feel safe with all of us in here?”
“you.”
“you?” sam repeats. “like… she’s safe with you?” he points to matt.
“i guess so.” he nods. “what happened to you at this hotel?”
“strangled.”
there’s some commentary getting thrown around the room with each question, but matt is focused on hearing only your voice.
“can you tell me who did that to you?” he says, keeping his tone content.
“brother.”
he can’t help but feel sorry for you. you were so young and had so much to live for, but now you’re known as one of the ninety ghosts that roam this hotel.
nose sniffling, his eyes start to water. he catches on and wipes the tears away. “are you free in this hotel?”
“no.”
before he can ask another question, another word picks up. “out.”
“whoa.” sam says. “it’s never done that—”
“peace.”
colby snaps his fingers repeatedly. “she’s doing rapid fire right now.”
after the boys become silent, and he continues with a shaky inhale. “you feel stuck in here; is that what you’re saying.”
“yes.”
without being able to catch it this time, a tear trickles down his cheek. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“are you crying?” nick asks, everybody else staring down at him.
“don’t cry.”
he ignores the others, but he doesn’t ignore you. he chuckles instead, wiping the waterworks.
“i’m fine.”
“take a break, man.” colby says, tapping him on the shoulder to help him off the ground.
with that, they contact different spirits after you. matt has to come to terms that he’ll never be able to see you again. he wants you to find your peace. he hopes you will be free.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year ago
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ruin (6)*
warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, unprotected sex, oral
summary: in which harry takes yn on a nice picnic date and they go all the way
a/n: well guys, it’s been a longgggg time coming, but ruin is officially complete!!!🥳🥳🥳🥲🥲. i do have a couple ideas about some extras though, if you guys are interested in that. thank you so much for all of the love and support <3
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~one month later~
yn is just finishing up her makeup with the application of her favorite gloss, double checking for imperfections when her phone rings. she doesn’t even have to check to know that it’s harry alerting her of his arrival, ready for their date tonight. so she presses her screen to answer as she hurriedly grabs her purse.
“hello?” she picks up, trying to keep her voice level to sound as if she’s not literally running around her room right now. grabbing her desired scent for the day, she sprays the perfume in the ideal places and rests the phone between her shoulder and ear.
“hi, angel. ‘m outside whenever you’re ready, but there’s no need to rush,” he reassures her, a grin on his face at her failed attempt at feigning calm. he drums his fingers against the steering wheel with a chuckle as he hears her quiet but unmistakable sigh of relief.
“i’m on my way down now, actually, i won’t be long,” she replies, finally taking a moment to breathe. she hears him hum on the other end of the line before acknowledging her words, and they end the call quickly. yn takes her time, but not too much time, as she slips on her shoes and grabs a sweater to throw over her pretty summer dress, just in case the weather gets a bit chilly.
she takes one last glance at herself and checks her purse to double check she isn’t leaving anything before she’s heading out the door and to harry’s car, where he’s patiently waiting. when he sees her approaching his face lights up so bright it makes her heart melt, and he’s scrambling to get out of the car to greet her.
meeting her at the passenger side door, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans down to press a kiss to her lips but ultimately changes route to her cheek, remembering the story she once told him about kissing with her freshly glossed lips. her arms come up over his shoulders to wrap around his neck, and he’s caught by surprise when she presses her lips to his anyways.
harry can’t help but pull her closer and smile into the kiss, loving the way she simply doesn’t care about that sort of thing when it comes to him. they’re like that for just a few more moments, the both of them begrudgingly pulling away. they can’t resist one last sweet peck before harry’s stepping away and opening the car door for her, not even bothering to wipe the gloss away that’d transferred from her lips to his.
yn passes him a grateful smile and gets in the car, nodding to harry when she’s settled as a signal to close the door. he does so and jogs around to his side, hopping in and starting the car to begin the drive. turning out onto the main road, harry grabs his phone from the middle console and passes it to yn, briefly taking his eyes off the road seeing that she’s a bit confused.
“did you want to turn on some music while we drive? ‘s a bit of a ride there, don’t want y’to get bored of me,” he explains, hearing a small ‘ah’ of realization from his girl. she wastes no more time, unlocking his phone and opening his music app. a dimpled grin forms on harry’s face when he hears the unmistakable tune of ‘go your own way’ by fleetwood mac starting, the same song they listened to on the way to their first date at the diner.
she queues up a few more songs as the both of them hum along, and when she has what should be enough, she places the phone back where it’d been before harry picked it up. her hand naturally gravitates toward her lap to rest there, but the action is interrupted by harry’s warm hand, quickly intertwining their fingers before she can complete it.
a small smile forms on her face as she glances at him, watching him act as if he hasn’t done anything. she simply lifts his hand to her lips and presses a kiss to the back of it before letting their hands rest in her lap, humming along to the music as she looks out the car window.
the ride doesn’t seem as long as harry thought it would, and with all of the singing and conversation they have, before he knows it they’ve arrived at the park. he drives as slow as possible as they enter just so he can see yn’s reaction to the scenery, his heart melting as he watches the way her face lights up when she sees the pretty flowers that line the entrance of the park.
she swoons at all of the butterflies around, the ducks in a pond nearby, and all of it just confirms each and every thought he’s ever had of spending the rest of his life with her. harry continues driving until he can see the area he’d previously scouted out, parking the car near it. he hops out the car and runs around to her side, opening the door and squatting down next to her.
“i’m gonna go over and set up, angel, then i’ll be right back to get you, alright?” he questions, his eyes taking in every square inch of her face as if he’ll ever forget it. he takes her hand in his as she nods, bringing it to his lips briefly before standing up and heading to the trunk of the car.
he quickly grabs everything out that he needs; blankets, the food, a pillow for her to rest on if she’d like to, drinks, and the small bag that holds the toys he’s brought if she wants to use them. closing the trunk, he hauls everything over to the spot he’d chosen, maneuvering through the few trees until he sees the huge clearing of land, perfectly hidden for peak privacy. there’s a small pond just ahead with some ducks swimming around, and he knows yn would love to feed them when she sees them. harry quickly sets everything up how he wants it, making sure everything is perfect before he stands up to head back to his girl.
making his way through the trees once more, he has the brightest dimpled smile on his face the moment his car is in his line of sight. he can see yn sitting there and waiting patiently for his return, doing something on her phone. she looks up and gives him a bright smile when she sees him, harry opening the door so that she can hop out. he closes the door and she practically skips toward the trees she’d watched him go through, harry having to jog a bit to keep up.
when they make it through the maze of trees, he can’t help the way his smile gets brighter when he hears her gasp at the sight of the picnic. all of her favorite fruits, drinks, and her favorite sandwich from the diner they went to on their first date. all the little things that make her just melt for him, turning her into a puddle of gratitude and thankfulness right before his eyes.
he chuckles when he hears her squeal of excitement as she notices the ducks, pointing to them so that he can see them as well. they get onto the blanket after she gushes over them for a while, harry sitting down first so that yn can sit right across from him, and that she does, digging in as soon as she’s comfortable.
the two snack on fruits and split the sandwich as they talk for a long time, sharing stories from their pasts and their plans for the future. they don’t even realize that they subconsciously get closer and closer with time, until her legs are draped over his lap, harry’s hand running up and down her calf. well, he doesn’t, at least. he doesn’t pick up on the way that some of her sentences die off with each passing of his hand, or the way her breathing picks up whenever his hand goes higher.
not until his hand grazes her knee, finally, and she finally snaps, a quiet moan falling from her lips. harry stops right in the middle of his sentence, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “what was that, angel?” he questions, wanting to make sure she’s alright. “did i hurt you?” he pulls his hand away.
she’s quick to shake her head and reach for him again, and he thinks she’s going to place it back onto her knee but she actually moves further underneath her dress, right to where she needs him. his fingers meet the warmth of her center and he can’t hold back the moan that bubbles in his throat, exploring the area. it’s then that everything hits him, and realization dawns on him. a chuckle and a hum falls from his lips, his hand moving from underneath her dress.
“alright, baby. i see. won’t make you want any longer,” he croons, leaning toward her and pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. she whimpers and leans into his touch before turning her head in search of his lips. he pulls away at the last second, causing her to let out a huff of frustration. “take y’panties off for me, angel. ‘s gonna be plenty of time for you t’kiss me, don’t worry,” he finishes, a smirk playing on his lips.
she hurriedly removes her legs from his lap, standing up and sliding her panties down her legs. she doesn’t bother stepping out of them when they reach the blanket beneath her feet, reaching for the bottom of her dress. harry reaches up and stops her. “keep that on for me, ‘s okay,” he murmurs. she drops the bottom of her dress just as he reaches down to grab the panties from underneath her, causing her to let out a giggle at how the dress sweeps over his face.
harry chuckles just a bit at her before tapping gently at her ankle, and she fully steps out of them for him before dropping down to her knees to sit right in front of hum. grasping them in his hand, he lets out a hum as his eyes flit up to meet hers. he runs his thumb over the center of them, the wetness of the material leaving his thumb a bit wet. holding them up to her, he watches her eyes widen a bit at the sight of the ruined material before she drags them away and off to the side somewhere to look anywhere but him.
he uses his free hand to reach up and gently grip her jaw, turning her head to face him. “no, need you to look at me bunny, it isn’t polite to be somewhere else when i’m in front of you,” he scolds, knowing he isn’t actually upset with her but she needs that in order to obey him. she hesitantly drags her eyes back to his, forcing her embarrassment down. “come down here,” he demands.
she instantly obliges and drops down to her knees before him, trying her hardest not to look away when he holds the ruined panties up to her. “need you to clean them for me, don’t want them to be ruined forever, bunny. ‘s expensive,” he explains vaguely, and she furrows her brows before turning to grab a napkin to clean them. a grunt of disapproval stops her, though, and she turns back to face him. “don’t need that. with your mouth, baby,” he corrects.
her eyes widen slightly at what he’s suggesting, but she’ll do almost anything for him, and although it’s a bit humiliating, it turns her on like no other. squeezing her thighs together, she bites down a moan and grabs the panties from him, flattening the material on her palm so that the crotch section is in her line of sight. she tries to avoid his eyes but she should’ve known better, harry’s hand coming up to grip her chin so their eyes can meet.
the impatient yet oddly calming look in his eyes is the last push she needs, her tongue peeking out of her mouth quickly to get to work on the wet fabric. she moans at the taste of herself, harry’s eyes still boring into hers as she cleans her mess. it’s not long before she cleans as much as she can, holding them up for harry to see.
“good girl,” he hums, taking the panties from her before reaching behind him to grab the bag that holds the toys. retrieving the bag, he turns back to her. the moment her eyes land on the bag, they light up as she has a good feeling about what the contents are. “lie down on your stomach for me, brought a surprise for you,” he grins, and she hurriedly scrambles to do so.
he unzips the bag and grabs the dildo he’d packed, along with some lube although he’s sure he won’t need it with how drenched she is. yn wants nothing more than to watch what he’s doing, but the suspense just makes her all the more excited. zipping the bag back up, he tosses it beside him before opening up the lube and pouring it onto the dildo. when it’s heavily coated, he places the lube down and uses his now free hand to push her dress up over her hips, tapping at her thigh to get her to spread them a bit more.
she takes the hint and does what he signaled, gasping when she almost immediately feels the toy against her heated lower lips. his actions are slow, teasing, even, as he adds more pressure so that the toy spreads her open, but he doesn’t immediately press in into her awaiting hole. with a roll of her eyes and a cry of frustration, she attempts to press her ass toward the toy, earning her a gentle but firm slap on her right ass cheek, a warning.
he isn’t surprised when she doesn’t fight back, and he rewards her lack of retaliation by finally pressing the toy into her, inching it in slowly as she gasps at the intrusion. when it bottoms out he leaves it there for her to adjust for a while, and after a few minutes she starts to get impatient. she tries her hardest not to show it, but he can tell she’s holding back, so he begins to move it inside of her, pulling it out just to push it back in. he keeps his actions steady and precise as her moans pick up, and it’s not long before she’s announcing her quickly approaching orgasm, no more words said as it immediately wracks her body.
she cums around the toy with a loud cry of relief, her body slumping against the blanket beneath her as she rides out the high. harry continues slowly moving the toy inside of her to prolong the orgasm, only stopping when she jolts a bit in overstimulation. he then pulls it out of her as slowly as possible, biting down a moan when he sees the glisten on the toy and her slightly gaping hole clenching around nothing in search of being filled again.
her breaths are still a bit shallow so he helps her out if her dress before urging her onto her back and keeping his hands on her body to ground her. she comes back to him within minutes, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips, swollen from biting them. harry honestly expects her to tap out then and there, tuckered out and ready to go home, but when she sits up to press her lips to his in the most desperate way, he can tell she wants more. and that he’ll give her.
without breaking their lips, harry pushes her onto her back once more, his hands exploring her body. when he reaches her chest, he can’t resist taking her nipples between his fingers and pinching them, just enough to make her moan into his mouth. he pulls away from the kiss first, shushing her groan of annoyance before reaching down between them and freeing his cock from its confines. her eyes widen as she realizes what’s about to happen; it’s what he’s been preparing her for, and she wants nothing more than to take it there.
he pushes his pants down to the thickness of his thighs and runs his thumb over his leaking tip, shuddering at that first touch of pleasure. a broken whimper falls from her lips as she watches him get himself ready for her, inpatient as ever. she doesn’t complain anymore, though, as he crawls to her until their bodies are touching, grabbing one of her legs and lifting it to get a better view.
using his free hand, he strokes his cock a few more times before lining up with her dripping and awaiting hole.
“‘m gonna go slow, angel. take real good care of you,” he promises, eyes exploring every inch of her face to make sure there’s no uncertainty or anxiety. she acknowledges his words with a confident nod, her hips bucking up to try and gain some sort of friction for her throbbing center.
taking his hand from her leg, he thinks it’d be better to have a distraction just in case there is a bit of a sting from the stretch, as he’s slightly thicker than her toy. longer, too. so he reaches between them and rubs gentle circles onto the head of her clit, pulling a contented hum from her. he keeps that up as he finally presses the head of his cock inside, happy that he doesn’t feel too much resistance from her tight hole.
his gaze flits up to her face and when he sees her with her eyes closed and a blissed out look on her face, he takes it as a green light. still moving slow, he presses himself into her until his hips meet her body, groans coming from the both of them when he passes over the thickest part. harry stays like that until he’s sure she won’t hurt when he moves, his thumb still drawing circles on her clit. his thrusts are slow and gentle when he starts moving, using his legs as leverage more than anything to get as deep inside her as possible.
“how’s it feel, bunny?” he questions, voice gentle and soothing. “‘s it feeling nice? not painful for you?” his voice comes out shaky, his teeth ground together as some form of keeping himself restrained. he’s forcing down each and every thought of absolutely wrecking his sweet girl, knowing she can’t handle that right now.
“‘s good, ‘s good, so deep inside me,” he whines beneath him, untucking her lip from between her teeth to get her words out. “my tummy’s so full, feels nice,” she finishes with a moan and a jolt when he angles his hips just a bit so that the head of his cock hits her g-spot head on.
“there we go, angel. that’s the spot i was looking for, know it gets you all dumb for me when i touch that, hm?” he coos condescendingly, adding just enough force to his thrusts that he has to hold her down by her hips with each one. she can’t even speak anymore, the constant assault on that spot inside of her rendering her speechless and her body numb. not a single coherent thought can be formed as the peak precision of his thrusts push her closer and closer to what she’s been craving.
removing his hands from her hips, harry decides to speed up the process just a bit by grabbing the backs of her thighs and pushing them up as far as they can go, holding them there with one hand and bringing the other to where their bodies meet, his thumb finding its way through her folds until he gets to her clit, pressing it right onto the head and rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. the added sensation and angle change draws a long, drawn out moan from her, her hands flying out on either side of her to push her up onto her palms a bit. the pleasure she’s feeling is so intense that she tries to both run away from it and lean into it, squirming away just for her hips to grind down to meet his thrusts.
“no, gotta take it, baby. almost there, know you’re so close for me,” he rasps, quickly removing the hand from her thighs and leaning forward to press some of his weight on top of her for better control. the feeling of harry’s warmth enveloping her sends her flying over the edge unexpectedly, the ball of pleasure that’s deep in her tummy practically exploding.
her back arches up off the blanket and into his chest as far as she can with him on top of her and her legs, eyes rolling back into her head. the orgasm takes over her body before she can even comprehend it, her hole fluttering around him for a moment before locking down onto his cock so hard that he has to squeeze his eyes shut, his balls drawing up so unexpectedly and intensely that it practically knocks the breath from his lungs.
“oh, fuck bunny- shit, ‘s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, can’t hold it,” he gasps, accent as thick as ever as he grips onto the blanket beneath his palms. his hips stutter in rhythm for just a second, the final warning sign of his orgasm. he barely has time to push himself up and pull out of her, cum shooting from his tip just as he frees himself. one hand flies to the backs of her thighs as the other begins to stroke his cock quickly, milking himself for all he has. his cum is already painting the back of one of her thighs, dripping down to her ass with each passing second.
yn can barely see him from the small space between her legs, but just hearing him so wrecked from being inside of her makes her throb in excitement once again, a needy whimper falling from her lips when she hears him choke on a sob and feels something warm land right onto her pussy. she’s in the position for no more than a minute longer as his moans die down and his furious strokes become slower, and when her thighs are freed from the confines of his hand, she can’t help but keep them there and reach up to the one that’s covered in his orgasm and swipe a finger through.
dropping her legs finally, she looks harry right in the eyes as she brings that same hand up to her mouth and takes the finger inside, her tongue moving around it to get the full taste of him. harry can do nothing but let his eyes flutter closed as a choked moan falls from his lips. he wants nothing more than to simply wreck her until she’s crying and drooling but he can’t do that now, she’s not ready. he doesn’t even think he’ll be able to get it back up now, not with how she absolutely drained him.
so he does the next best thing; without even bothering to clean up the mess that covers the both of them, he adjusts himself until he’s flat on his stomach, grabbing the outsides of her thighs when he’s eye level with her pussy. “‘m gonna take care of you, bunny. don’t worry. gonna clean you up too,” he whispers, eyes meeting hers when he hears a desperate cry come from her. she’s already so sensitive that he knows it won’t take long to make her cum, but that doesn’t mean he should half ass it.
pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of her thighs, he ignores her huffs of frustration when he doesn’t immediately start licking into her. the kisses travel closer and closer to where she’s messy and throbbing for him, but they are way too slow for her taste. one last groan comes from her before she’s had enough, propping herself up on an elbow and reaching forward with her free hand, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face onto her.
a noise of shock leaves him at how bold she’s become, but he has to respect it, chuckling against her before nipping at one of her swollen lower lips. she gasps quietly at the sting but it melts into a moan as he, in one fell swoop, licks into her folds before sucking her swollen and sensitive clit into his mouth. her grip tightens on him and she grinds her hips against him to chase the pleasure, tossing her head back as her back arches up from the blanket.
the tug on his hair forces a groan of delight from him and he only buries his face further into her, beginning to alternate between licking and sucking at her. the vibrations rumble into her body, the knot in her belly tightening out of nowhere. she’s become incoherent above him the closer she gets to her orgasm, wordless babbles leaving her lips as she tries to warn him of it.
his actions simply increase tenfold, licks and sucks a bit more precise as he pulls the orgasm from her. just a few moments later he feels her thighs start to fight to tighten around his head and a long, loud moan falls from her lips as her final orgasm wracks her body. she goes so stiff that her thigh muscles begin to cramp slightly, her legs shaking from the force.
harry begins to lick at her a bit gentler than he had before so he can avoid overstimulating her too much, his hands caressing her thighs while she tries to recover. for her, it feels like forever until her body fully relaxes, small aftershocks jolting her body with each relaxation. she’s gasping for air when her body is finally freed, her chest heaving from the intensity of everything.
he notices some tears that have leaked down the sides of her face, and he takes a wipe from the container he’d brought and cleans her face thoroughly before grabbing some more to clean up her lower half. when he gets to her vagina she gasps and pulls away in overstimulation, causing him to frown just a bit. “i know, bunny. just have t’get you cleaned up ‘s all. won’t be long,” he coos, using one hand to spread her open gently and the other to gingerly wipe the area.
once she’s all clean he moves to the backs of her thighs, wiping his sticky, drying cum from them. it takes a bit more effort to do so, but he isn’t complaining, taking his time and keeping an eye on her breathing. when she’s fully clean, he helps her sit up and puts her dress back onto her, murmuring words of encouragement each step of the way. “can you stand up, angel? think you can walk to the car with me or do y’need some help?” he questions, voice soft as to not disturb the calm and quiet state of her.
“i can walk, i think,” she responds, and harry hops up before reaching back down to help her up. she’s a bit shaky for a moment but she becomes stable after a few seconds of being on her feet. he guides her to the car slowly, and he’s surprised for a moment that she isn’t wincing or limping a bit, but he quickly realizes it’s probably due to the adrenaline rush she’s feeling.
they make it to the car and he helps her in before pressing a kiss to her head and then running back to clean up their area. walking back to the car, he smiles fondly at her as he realizes she’s already fallen asleep, light snores leaving her parted lips. he packs everything into the trunk and hops into the driver’s seat.
the drive back is nothing short of calm and peaceful, some song she’d added to the queue on the drive there playing softly in the vehicle. he makes it to his house before he knows it, and when he pulls into his garage he turns the car off before running into the house and up the stairs to quickly start a bath for her. he does the works; bubbles, soothing oils, and he lights a candle that is on his counter before running back down to the car to unload it. he does so as quietly as possible because he wants waking her up to be the last thing so that she can just wake up and get in the bath.
he takes a bit to put away everything from the car and when he goes to check the bath, it’s ready for her. turning the water off, he heads back down to the garage to wake her up. knocking on the passenger side window, he gives her some time to lift her head before opening the door, chuckling at her when he sees the confusion on her face as well as a mark on her from the door. “we’re at my house, angel. i ran you a bath and i want to clean you up a bit and then i promise i’ll let you sleep,” he whispers, and she nods a bit grumpily from being woken up but a bath sounds heavenly so she obliges.
stepping out of the car, she does start to feel that slight sting between her legs from the stretch and the burn in her thighs from the angle he had her in, but she brushes it off as she knows the bath will work wonders. they step into the bathroom and it’s just like all of the emotions of the day, the month even, hit her at once. her eyes well with tears and her shoulders slump when they take over her, and she turns her body to bury her face into his chest.
“thank you, thank you,” she sobs against him, and his heart both breaks and warms for her, his arms coming to wrap around her. they stay there for a while as she gets all of her emotions out, harry whispering encouragement words and pressing kisses to the top of her head. her breath is still a bit stutter-y as she pulls away from him, quickly turning to the toilet paper to clean herself up, but he beats her to it, grabbing some off the roll and cleaning her up. she’s so grateful that she gets a bit teary again, but then harry starts to press kisses all over her face, making her giggle.
“alright, bunny. let’s get you in the bath,” he instructs, tossing the toilet paper out. he pulls the dress over her head once more and she steps out of her shoes. being naked in front of him, she expects to feel a bit self conscious despite how many times he’s seen her, but this time she feels nothing but warm and fuzzy. full, even, as he smiles at her with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.
she walks over to the tub and steps in, humming at the temperature of the water, it’s actually perfect for her. the water covers her up to around her armpits and she relishes in the warmth before looking up at her boyfriend expectantly. he laughs at the look on her face before explaining himself. “i’m gonna get in with you, don’t worry, ms grumpy, just need to grab some towels and clothes for when we get out,” he chuckles, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips as if to seal his promise.
a belly laugh leaves him when he’s walking out and he hears her mumble something about not taking too long or she won’t let him in. he knows she won’t make good on her words but he still hurries back to her, wanting to be near her. he makes it back to her and quickly sheds his clothes, walking over to the tub and having her scoot up so he can slide behind her. the warmth envelops him and he envelops her, wrapping his arms around the front of her to pull her closer.
they stay like that for a while, so long that their fingers have gone pruny by the time they pull apart. harry is the one that breaks the contact, and he only does so because he notices that she starts to doze off, and he wants to clean her up before she falls asleep again. she grumbles a bit at the slight loss of warmth but when she feels harry start to clean her up, she understands.
he takes his time and cleans her up thoroughly before letting her sit there for a few while he cleans himself up. when he’s all clean he steps out of the tub first, drying off a bit before wrapping the towel around his waist and then he’s helping her out and doing the same for her, wrapping the towel around her upper body. harry guides them to the bedroom and drops the towel from his waist to slip on some boxers before making sure yn is fully dry and grabbing the t shirt he’d picked out earlier and helping her slide it over her head. he decided not to give her a pair of his boxers to sleep in so that he could let her lower half breathe through the night.
pulling back the blankets on the bed, he lets her get in and comfortable, passing her the remote to his tv so she can pick something to fall asleep to. while she does that, he goes downstairs and grabs her a bottled water from his fridge, downing one for himself before going back up. he opens the bottle and passes it to her, to which she thanks him and drinks all of it in record time. she finishes the drink and he takes it from her to place on the nightstand to toss tomorrow, hitting the light and climbing into the bed beside her.
a fond smile forms on his face when he sees that the show she chose for the night is rick and morty, something he remembers her telling him a couple weeks ago. the volume isn’t too loud as to keep them awake, the sound just loud enough to make out the words of the characters.
the two sit and watch the show until their eyes become unbearably heavy, and when harry feels yn slide down even further under the blankets before cuddling into him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open even if he wanted to. so he wraps his arms around her and pulls her even closer, despite knowing that they’ll get hot sometime soon, and he presses one last kiss to the top of her head before the exhaustion finally catches up to them and they’re asleep in seconds, light snores leaving their lips.
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well…🥲
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vrystalius · 2 months ago
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HI!! I’ve literally just been getting into Demon Slayer again, the phase never goes away 🥲
anyways, would it be alright to ask for a Genya x reader who’s Gyomei’s hardworking Tsuguko who has a hard time taking breaks? Take your sweet time and have a great day/night ❤️
Just for one minute…
You’ve been overworking yourself to the bone, training during the day and taking patrolling shifts during the night. Genya is starting to get worried about you not taking enough breaks…
Pairing: Genya x gn!reader
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When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Drank some water? Heck, when did you even last sleep? Genya just finished his mandatory training for the day, watching you from the engawa of Gyomei’s estate. You’re really working hard to become stronger and more powerful and to become a hashira yourself one day, but this is a little too much on your body. Even Genya is starting to notice and that must mean something.
He had some sticky rice laid out on a cloth, positioned on his lap, making some onigiri with salmon filling. He carefully shaped them in his calloused hands, wanting them to look at least a little presentable. He’s not the best cook after all but wanted to make you a small meal to eat together, as some sort of reward for you working so hard. But also because Genya wants to personally see how you’re ingesting something edible other than hopes and prayers to not faint from exhaustion, dehydration or starvation.
To be quite honest, he may be using the food as an excuse to hang out with you a little. Gyomei continued to encourage him to speak and hang out with you to create a bond. It was obvious to Genya how his master tried to push you two closer. For example, assigning you to train and spar together, ordering you to patrol side by side during the nights or just frequently suggesting to hang out together during breaks. Doesn’t he know how much Genya sucks at talking to you? You make him extremely nervous with your pretty eyes and gorgeous smile, and especially with your kindness. You’re so attentive and nice to him, it makes him nauseous every time.
Genya figured it’s his turn to he nice and attentive for once, so he called you over to have lunch with him.
“I made too many onigiris to eat alone, want some? You’re probably hungry, haven’t seen ya eat at all today.”
You can’t resist saying no to that hopeful, little smile of his, but after sitting down together and letting your body rest, you fell into a minute long sleep while still slowly chewing onto the rice. Your body leaned over and against the railing and your mouth was slightly agape, the rice beginning to fall out onto the wood below. Genya worriedly shook you awake from your one-minute-nap.
“Hey… you should drop some night shift or at least let me do them. You really need to rest. I-I’m worried about you.”
He turned his head away after finishing his sentence, wanting to hide this stupid blush that is taking over his whole face. Is he seriously not able to control his face around you? Like, at all?! It’s extremely embarrassing and is probably coming off as childish!! But as Genya was beating himself up for being so flushed around you, he heard a soft sigh escape your lips.
“Just one more minute…”
Your voice made him turn his head towards you. You just hunched over and fell into a deep sleep, your mouth slightly agape. Again. Well, at least you chewed your rice until this time, but you failed to swallow it all since some still stuck to your cheek. You looked so awfully tired and yet peaceful in this sleeping state. Genya groaned quietly and slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulder, carefully shifting your position to lean your head against him, your full weight resting against his body.
Genya took the half-eaten onigiri out of your hands and put it onto the cloth he got it out from, wrapping it back up and placing it aside for the moment. He wiped the rice sway from with his sleeve.
You can eat the onigiris later, but for now, you really needed the sleep. He smiled slightly at your adorable expression while his hand soothingly started rubbing your shoulder. Genya’ll let you rest like that for as long as you like. You really deserve it.
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Hello, hello! Currently I’m uploading this from my mobile data so I am hoping and praying that I have enough to last for three days in this wlan-lacking-establishment. It’s nice though, me and my friend get to share a large room and we are right next to the forest and a creak! Also, so sorry for completing this request so late, hope you enjoyed it anyway!! I’m currently receiving a lot of asks to continue my Gyutaro fic and I am currently trying to figure something out!! Just know I am thinking about it a lot and am really trying to come up with something XD (Man, I really suck at doing part 2s. :,))
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough! It’s currently 1am and I need sleep desperately. XD
Take care of yourselves <3
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lcvesjj · 4 months ago
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Bad Omens - Deacon Kay x Fem!Reader
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Based on the song “Bad Omens” by 5SOS
This is part of my ‘song fics’ series :)
Summary : You'd always come in second place to Annie. Maybe you were right. This relationship was a mistake and you should've listened to the warnings. Since he'll always love somebody else..
Warnings : angst, angst, angst & once again angst. no happy ending, breakups, (Deacon gets back w Annie), in this fic Annie & Deacon don't have kids !!!, heart break, talks/mentions of cheating?
NOT BETA READ!
A/n : the fanfic writer curse has really been kicking my ass recently :’) so I wasn’t posting any fics for a while bc of it. But anyways enjoy and as always this is just based on my interpretation of the song/lyrics :) (yes I am incapable of writing a happy ending currently🥲) I might rewrite this someday since I'm not 100% happy with how this has turned out.
word count : 672
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Honestly you should've seen it coming. You always knew you'd come second place to Annie. Deacon's high school sweetheart and “one true love”
Deacon always talked about her a lot since they were still good “friends” Even his coworkers would talk about her a lot. You knew you could never compare to Annie, since she was prettier and smarter and just- more Deacon’s type….
You tried your best to get along with Deacon’s friends, since you loved him so much and you wanted this relationship to work out. 
One day you decided to visit Deacon at the SWAT HQ and bring the team some cookies. Walking towards the HQ kitchen you overheard Deacon talking about you. Pausing you stood still listening in to what was being said. 
“I mean I love Y/n but- she's just not Annie yknow? Annie was always so happy and sweet while I feel like recently Y/n has been pulling away from me. What if she's cheating on me?” Deacon said aloud. He had no idea you heard him. You could feel like crying and your heart dropped to your stomach hearing his words. The man you loved so deeply just accused you of cheating on him.
Quickly turning on your heel you rushed out of HQ still holding the plate with cookies you brought. Getting into your car you drove away towards a nearby beach to sit and think.
You always felt like you were in second place in David's life, but hearing him accuse you of cheating just made you feel even worse. Maybe agreeing to this relationship knowing how much he still liked Annie was a mistake...
Deciding to pull out your phone you sent him a quick text saying “We need to talk. It's important.” Before putting your phone on ‘do not disturb’ and driving home. 
Deacon was already waiting at home for you with a worried look on his face and upon seeing you he started asking a million questions as to where you were. 
“I think we should break up.”
You interrupted him, Deacon's face fell and he looked hurt and confused. “But I thought-” You just shook your head no. “This isn't working. I'll never be first place for you. It'll always be Annie since she's your first and only true love. I overheard what you said at the station and I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep on feeling like I'm less important to you.” You said while wiping away a few tears. 
“Y/n sweetheart….that's not true. I love you and you're my number one girl. Annie is just a friend to me. I've known her for so long it wouldn't make sense for me to just cut her off suddenly.” Deacon said while frowning. 
“I'm done. I'm sorry Deac, I'll go pack my things now. I'll come grab the rest of my stuff tomorrow.” You said while heading further into the house and towards your shared bedroom before grabbing a bag and packing some essentials while Deacon just watched with pure heartbreak and anguish written all over his face. “But we can still be friends right?” He asked nervously to which you shook your head. 
“I think it's for the best if for now we don't contact or see each other for some time.” You replied while zipping up your bag. “I'm sorry David.” You said softly while kissing his cheek one last time before heading out of the door. 
It wasn't fair to either you or Deacon. You knew he always loved Annie more. I mean she's perfect…
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A few weeks later Deacon and Annie started to date again and seeing their new photos on the social media platforms you were still following Deacon on, you felt like crying. You always knew it would probably end up like this. You'd get your heart broken and Deacon would end up with Annie. But at least you broke the cycle of constantly getting your heart broken every time Deacon sang praises about Annie right…?
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abiiors · 3 months ago
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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚡
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✧ — 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
✮ a/n: this one was quite hard to write because it took everything in me not to describe max getting murdered instead 🥲
✮ cw: crying, general sadness, verbal fights, slut shaming
✮ wc: 2.5k
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jules feels like a zombie. 
for two days all she does is sleep and work. she barely eats, only showers once. she cries quite a bit though. it feels like everything sets her off…
every time she closes her eyes, jules remembers the way matty had looked at her before she ran away. she thinks of matty hitting max and matty cradling her face to make sure she's okay. she thinks of their last kiss and all the ones before. 
fuck. 
for two days she barely exists as a real person, barely checks her phone or answers to people’s texts and phone calls. she should have known better than to get herself tangled up in feelings again. she should have known better than to trust herself with ‘no strings attached’. because there are always strings. 
and now she can’t break them without hurting herself more. 
on the third day she wakes up to carly shaking her awake.  
it’s startling at first, she thinks someone’s broken into the flat. then she thinks it’s matty… ultimately when jules opens her eyes to carly’s concerned face, she can’t help the tears that gather in her eyes. 
“hi,” she whispers, swallowing through the lump in her throat. “sorry, did i forget we were going to do something?”
carly says nothing for a minute, just looks at her with scrutiny. 
“move over,” she motions for jules to shift, and jules obeys. 
carly gets in bed next to her, gets under the covers and pulls her into a hug. only then does she allow herself to cry again—big, loud sobs that send fat tears rolling down her cheeks. 
“i’ve made a mess,” she wails. “i’ve made a mess and i made him sad.”
“nico?” carly asks, “what—”
“no,” jules interrupts her. she’s done with this fake charade, she’s done lying to her friend and lying to herself. “not nico. there was never a nico.” she sniffles like a child, wiping her nose on the duvet. “i mean, yes there was but—”
“jules, you’re making no sense…” carly looks at her with a blank face. her lips are pursed into a thin line and her eyes are a little wary, but jules can see the concern written there plain as day. she doesn’t blame carly thought, she knows she’s talking like someone who’s gone mad. 
“it’s…matty,” she mumbles, “it’s always been matty.”
“adam’s matty?” carly’s eyebrows fly so high up in her hairline that jules almost giggles. more so when she registers what carly’s just said.
through tears she laughs. “adam’s matty. yes.” 
“what about him?”
“well…” she wrings her hands, suddenly nervous and scared that carly would be mad at her for lying this entire time. “it’s a bit of a long story.”
“let’s hear it then,” carly nods her head, and jules starts at the beginning.
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“and this has been going on for…”
“more than a month, yeah…” she’s already in tears again, ashamed to look carly in the eyes and find contempt or judgement. 
“why didn’t you tell me?” carly mumbles. “why did you lie the whole time?”
“i—” jules chokes, crying more tears. “i was scared you’d think i was using him. i was scared you won’t like—”
“jules!” she interrupts, incredulous, “what am i, your mum?! none of my business who you fuck, i just… i wish you would have told me…”
“i know,” jules plays with a loose thread on the duvet. “i’m so sorry, i lied to you, i am.” 
she looks up, finally looking carly in the eyes. there’s a little bit of annoyance in her face, some anger too as is to be accepted. but more than that carly looks at her with concern. still, after jules is done confessing her lie, her friend looks at her with concern. 
under the duvet they’re sitting side by side, their arms touching. jules leans over and rests her head on carly’s lap like a child. a second passes, and then she feels fingers threading through her hair. 
“and now…”
“i want…” she looks down in shame, “…more.”
“and why is that a problem?”
because i don’t think he wants me? because i don’t know if it’s a good idea? because there’s a chance he might have feelings for someone else? because because because. 
she smiles at carly sadly. “it doesn’t matter. i think whatever we had is over now.”
“jules,” carly holds her face between her warm hands, making jules look at her. “i’ll say to you what i said to you ages ago, back when you first wanted go on casual dates. you don’t have to any of it if you don’t want to. but if you’re going to, i want you to be happy with it.” she pauses, taking a deep breath. “it looks like you’re not happy… ending it.”
and that really is the truth, isn’t it. she’d rather have some half-baked version of him than have none of him at all. but her heart is fragile. she can’t invest years in matty like she did in max. she can’t have that end the exact same way—in heartbreak and tears. 
“don’t assume what he wants,” carly nudges her gently. “ask him what he wants.”
“mmm,” jules wipes at her cheeks again. she’s sure her entire face is red now—red and splotchy. 
“now go on,” carly nudges her, “let’s go for a walk or something. i’ve got the whole day free and i’m bored!”
jules laughs. it’s a watery chuckle and more tears fall down her cheeks, but she feels better than she has in days. weeks, rather. she feels lighter and freer. 
“should we get ice cream?” she asks, and carly nods with all the enthusiasm in the world.
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there’s another thing she has to do before she can fully bring herself to talk to matty. not that he has reached out to her… she supposes it’s fair this way. she’s the one who fucked up, she should be the one to apologise. 
and so a week and a half later she sets out. not to matty’s place, not just yet. she goes to the house she hasn’t seen in close to eight months. 
jules turns onto the familiar street and knocks on max’s door. 
it used to be her door once, she remembers. she wonders if the house still looks the same—if the sofa and the loveseat are where she left them. she wonders what’s replaced the trinkets on the shelves that she took with her. she wonders if the bedroom is as clean as she used to keep it and if the fridge is as organised. she wonders and wonders and realises… she does not care. 
jules no longer cares if the house inside looks like a mausoleum or if the bedroom looks like a garbage dump. 
she no longer cares if max lives comfortably or not. 
jules waits, ringing the doorbell again and shielding herself from the sun that’s high up in the sky. after ringing it for the third time, she hears footsteps—heavy dragging footsteps and then the door is yanked open. and just like that there’s max, hungover and looking like shit in last night’s clothes. 
he smells of stale alcohol and cheap weed. jules wonders how she ever loved this man, how she ever looked at him and found him attractive. 
“juliette…” he sounds surprised. she swallow the sour taste it creates in her mouth. it’s her name and yet when he says it, it sounds like the ugliest word in the world. 
“move,” she says, no willing to touch him to shove him aside. “i want to talk.”
max snorts and steps aside, motioning her in. 
jules takes in the house while he shuts the door behind her. there’s a thin layer of dust on the now empty shelves that look like they have not been used in quite some time. there are cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling and crumpled up empty beer cans by the sofa. 
the ashtray looks like it hasn’t been emptied in over a week. 
the house has certainly seen better days. 
“sit,” he motions towards the sofa. one look and jules wrinkles her nose in disgust—who knows what kind of things he gets up to here now that he’s single. 
“no, i don’t plan on staying long,” she declares, moving away to put a little more distance between them. no matter how far she moves though, she can still smell the stink coming from him. 
“right,” max smirks, “what you here for then? healy didn’t satisfy you last night, did he?”
jules closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. she’s not here to fight, she’s not here to fight, she’s not here to fight!
“max, i need you to stop.” 
“stop what?”
“i need you to stop sending flowers and coming back into my life. i need you to stop giving a shit about who i’m fucking, i need you to stop—”
“oh so you can be a whore and spread your legs to whoever you want and i can’t say shit about it?”
jules grinds down her molars, bristling at the interruption. this is fucking impossible, he is fucking impossible. 
“max, listen to me,” jules begins, her voice steady despite the anger bubbling up inside her. “i didn’t come here to argue. i came here to make things clear.”
max scoffs, leaning against the wall with a dismissive glare. “so we’re setting boundaries now are we? so you can run around town fucking that boy and ruin my reput—”
“max!” jules raises her voice, trying not to go slap him in his own home. “i’m not interested in discussing my sex life with you. i want you to understand that whatever i do, whoever i do it with is none of your fucking business.”
he snorts again, shaking his head. “and you think it’s okay for your boy toy to hit me like that? he’s fucking lucky you were there.” 
“lucky?” jules scoffs, incredulous. “max, you were out of line, and you know it. you can’t just show up and act like you still have some kind of claim over me. matty stood up for me because you were being a complete jerk.”
max’s smirk falters for a second, but he quickly recovers, crossing his arms over his chest. “you think he’s some kind of hero? he’s just using you, juliette. just like—”
“just like you did?” she interrupts, her voice sharp and cold. “don’t project your failures onto him. matty’s nothing like you, max. he will never be like you. ever.”
max opens his mouth to say something but she’s not done talking just yet. she’s not done talking and she’s not going to leave here until he promises never to bother her again. 
“i’m being so fucking serious right now,” her voice sounds firm and jules wonders if matty would be proud of her if he were here. she’s certainly proud of herself. “i need you to stay the fuck away from me. no more flowers, no more messages, no more trying to intervene in my life. i do not care what your little cronies think of your reputation anymore.”
max whistles low, looking her up and down. “you’ve grown a backbone.”
“yeah,” she shrugs, smirking at him, “i’ve also learned what it’s like to fuck a real man.”
max’s face flushes with anger, but jules just looks at him with pity. she’s done letting him make her feel small, done letting him control the narrative of her life. she’s just… done.
“don’t ever come near me or mine again.” she warns him one last time. 
max sneers, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—defeat, maybe, or regret. jules doesn’t care to figure it out. she’s said what she needed to say.
turning on her heel, she heads for the door, not giving max a chance to respond. she’s done with his toxicity, done with being the good little girlfriend who gives away all of herself and forgets to be a person of her own. 
jules steps outside, the sunlight warm on her face, and takes a deep breath, feeling lighter than she has in months.
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back at her flat, jules takes a long, hot shower, scrubbing away the remnants of whatever might have clung to her in that house. it feels like there’s a disgusting oily sheen to her skin, like max and his gaze still linger, making her feel small all over again. 
she wraps herself in a towel and sits on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand. her heart pounds as she scrolls through her contacts and finds matty’s number. she’s scared, but carly’s words echo in her mind.
ask him what he wants.
with trembling fingers, she types out a message:
jules: hi, can we talk?
she stares at the screen, her thumb hovering over the send button, but jules doesn’t send it. instead she repeatedly presses backspace. 
she remembers carly’s words, but she also remembers her own. 
matty’s nothing like you, max. he will never be like you. ever.
and she was right then, wasn’t she? she thinks back to all the time she’s spent with matty. matty, who’s put her first every single time and been a friend to her even when he didn’t have to. she remembers matty cradling her face and asking her if she was okay. she remembers making him sad. 
she’d made him sad. 
jules feels a fist squeeze around her heart. if she’s going to make it right, she’s going to make it right in person. and she’s going to do it right now. 
she dresses as quickly as she can, reciting her speech in her head and trying to calm her nerves. she’s going to go and wear her heart of her sleeve, she can’t let a panic attack get in the middle of that. 
his house is only a short bus ride away but her heart is in her throat the entire time. jules doesn’t know what she will say to him once she actually sees him. she doesn’t know if he’d be willing to hear her out or if he’d just turn her away. 
what if he just wants a clean end to… them?
turning onto matty’s street is so much more nerve wracking than max’s. for one, it takes her an eternity to ring the bell. 
maybe she should just run away again and come back some other day. maybe she should have stuck to her original plan of messaging him first. 
still, jules knows this is the right thing to do. matty deserves a real apology, and she’s not going to deprive him of one. 
jules stands outside matty's house, her heart pounding as she rehearses her speech one last time in her head. she takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, hoping he will answer.
to her surprise, it’s cleo who opens the door.
“jules?” she sounds surprised. “hi! come in, what’s up?”
jules nods at cleo. “i’m here for matty,” she tries to keep her voice even. “i need to talk to him.”
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minnielvrr · 13 days ago
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Fever
Lee: Changbin Lers: Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin, Minho Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: hope you like this hun🤗💖 @hearted-anon it's been a while since I wrote anything🥲
Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,
@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one
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Changbin woke up feeling sick. His body ached all over and he could tell from the way his skin felt clammy that he likely had a fever too.
Not wanting to miss work nor ‘bother’ his bandmates, he took some meds and wore a mask which he hoped could hide his flushed face.
He’d push through today and ask for a day off tomorrow—that would do, he thought to himself.
His schedule for the day was light, just some vocal lessons and recording sessions before he could come back to his bed. With that thought to fuel him, Binnie tried to tough it out.
And though the vocal lessons went alright, the recording... didn't exactly go as planned.
His throat felt itchy and sore after using it so much earlier and he couldn't seem to get his lips to move as quick as the rap demanded.
After a dozen or so failed attempts, Chan called him over to the studio, sitting the boy down on a chair and gently brushing his hair back.
Silent tears were running down Binnie’s cheeks and his lips were wobbling when the leader lowered the mask. The younger's skin felt hot to the touch, flushed a light pink.
"Binnie, are you sick baby?" He asked, worried eyes scanning the boy’s expression. Changbin nodded hesitantly, his wide, teary eyes looking at Chan with a mix of emotions he couldn’t seem to voice.
"Oh love, why didn't you tell me? You should be resting right now," Chan's voice was thick with concern, his hands reaching up to cup Binnie's face.
"Didn't wanna bother you guys. I'm fine." The younger mumbled. The leader sighed at his stubbornness.
Of all his kids, Changbin was easily the most adamant. And normally he didn't mind it.
But Chan was always strict when it came to his kids' health. He didn’t want them wearing themselves thin, especially not when they weren’t feeling okay.
He found some meds in his bag and gave them to the younger, with firm instructions to not move from his place or strain his throat, lest there be consequences.
Then he left to talk to their manager to get the day off for some of them. Without much thought, Binnie popped the pills in his mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that the pile of clothes on their couch was actually a certain quokka.
With Chan gone, silence filled the room, save for Binnie's shaky breathing as he tried to ignore the fever burning his skin. Determined to not waste time, he started practicing again.
Despite giving it his best, voice cracked constantly, and he was unable to keep up with the required speed. After multiple attempts, he was startled by a sleepy voice interrupting him.
"Hyung give it a rest. Didn't Chan hyung just tell you not to do that?" Binnie froze as he watched the clothes move around to reveal a face with chubby cheeks and a pout.
"I'm gonna tell hyungie~" Han threatened, shaking his head when Binnie pleaded with him. “Please don’t tell him Sungie…”
A smug smirk played on Hannie’s face as he watched the helpless and frankly desperate expression on the older's face.
Their dwaekki was so cute. That expression was completely wiped off when Binnie pounced, his hands digging haphazardly into what he assumed were the younger’s sides.
It seemed to work, the ace letting out a loud screech before dissolving into peals of bubbly laughter.
"Are you still gonna tattle?" Changbin teased, pressing his hands in deeper just to watch as Han threw his head back, hands still stuck under the layers as he squirmed as best he could.
“No! Hyuhuhung nohohoho plehehease!!” Hannie begged as Changbin continued, endeared by the younger’s loud cackles.
The two were so engrossed in their little moments that they didn't notice when the leader walked in, with Minho and Hyunjin in tow.
"Changbin-ah what did I just tell you? And Hannie you were supposed to watch him, not provoke him." He admonished the mop of messy hair on the couch.
Hyunjin giggled at Channie's exasperated words, walking over to wrap his arms around their dwaekki.
Binnie melted into the touch, Hyunjin's hug feeling like a cool blanket, soothing his feverish body.
He turned around and nuzzled his face against the younger's chest, smiling contently. The sweet moment was cut short with a shriek, however, when Hyunjin's hands fluttered at his neck.
Something about the fever seemed to have made his body much more susceptible to the light sensations.
Each touch feeling even more ticklish than usual, his fever-heightened sensitivity left him defenseless against their teasing.
Hyunjin kept it up, looking fondly at his hyung trying to wiggle away. Then Chan joined in, fingers squishing and pinching Binnie’s cheeks in adoration as he giggled softly.
“Hyuhuhuhung, Chahahannie hyuhung nahahaha ihihi’m sohohohorry!”
The leader’s touches slowly descended, from Binnie’s cheeks to his neck to his ribs and sides until poor Changbin was left a giggly mess in their hands.
Anywhere their hands could go, they ventured until the dwaekki’s knees went weak. “Feeling a little giggly baby?” Chan teased, as he and Hyunjin backed Binnie into the couch.
Jisung had joined Minho earlier and the two simply watched the show for now, from their front row seats.
“Go on, lay down for us hyung. We’ll take good care of you~” Hyunjin cooed, fingers caressing Binnie’s upper ribs from under his clothes.
“Ahh! Your hahahands are freeheeheezing!!” Changbin nearly shrieked out a protest only to interrupt himself when a new onslaught of giggles tumbled out his lips.
His body jerked away when Minho’s hands began to scribble lazily at the sides of his stomach.
“That’s because you have a fever honey~ Tell me, is it just the cold you feel, even when I do this?” Minho taunted, leaning down to press a kiss on the center of his belly before blowing a loud raspberry on the spot.
It made the bunny squeal and arch his body away, hands grappling Minho’s shoulders in a weak attempt to escape the sensations.
Being tickled this way made him feel so loved and giddy. He loved being big, strong Changbin but he also needed time as baby girl Binnie. And his members always knew exactly what to do.
“Fuhuhuhuck thahahat’s soHOHO BAHAHAD!! MIHIHINHO HYUHUNG PLEHEASE! Anyhyhywhere buhut theHEHERE!” Cute, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips as he struggled.
“That’s right, keep giggling for us hyungie. Yeah, just like that~” Jinnie urged and the endless teasing drove the poor dwaekki mad.
His face was red, the pretty color spreading down his neck and under his collar. His newly weakened state meant that he didn’t have the strength to fight back as he usually would.
And of course, Han took advantage of that. Using the chaos as a cover he sat by Binnie’s head and quickly slipped his hands into the hollows of his underarms.
Changbin all but screamed at the unexpected intrusion but Han was gentle, using slow strokes that had Binnie’s knees feeling weak.
“Ahahahaha shihit!! Ihihit tihihickles! Ihit tihihickles!! The fever amplified the ticklish shocks racing up his nerves and straight to his brain.
The poor dwaekki could only howl with crazed laughter as Minho blew raspberry after raspberry all over his sides and belly while Hyunjin sunk his hands into Binnie’s plush thighs and Hannie kept scribbling and massaging his pits.
“Say cheese~” Chan snicked, armed with his phone and Binnie was only able to glance at the camera before the hands on his body picked up their pace, absolutely ruining him.
He twisted and writhed helplessly under their touch, words incoherent as he laughed and laughed and laughed.
They kept it up for 30 seconds before letting up and then Chan dangled his phone tauntingly at Binnie, showing him the latest update to the leader’s bubble.
Binnie gasped, reaching for the phone but one tweak of Hannie’s fingers in his armpits reminded him of his position. So he lay there, panting, Hyunjin gently wiping his tears as the video got uploaded.
“Hyuuung! STAYs are gonna tease me so much!” He blushed red at the thought and just as he predicted, on their car ride home, Hannie showed him the video they’d taken earlier.
In it, Binnie was smiling so hard, his teary eyes barely open as he looks at the camera and blabbers on and on, words indecipherable as he cackled and squirmed.
He blushed hard when he saw the comments under the video, their fans cooing over how adorable he looked and how sweet he sounded. It made his heart swell with happiness.
“You’re not going to do this again, are you, Binnie hyung? You’ll rest next time right?” Jisung asked, pressing a kiss to the older’s neck with each word.
It kept him giggling until they got home, prompting Changbin to say ‘no’ just so he could earn a few more pokes and scribbles to his sides.
The tickling had taken his mind off the aches in his body, making him feel much better than he’d felt that morning.
"This feels so nice." He sighed through quiet giggles, making both Han and Minho smile fondly at him.
“Well, they say laughter is the best medicine. Up for round two when we get back?” Minho mused, sending a few rapid squeezes to Binnie’s thighs. The rapper jolted, then nodded, giggling out a wobbly ‘yehehes’ through his laughter.
He got all the tickles he craved through the 2 days he remained sick, with the members taking turns to dote on him in all manner of ways. And by the time he recovered, Binnie felt better than he had in a while.
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pupkashi · 1 year ago
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hey jess! i hope you’re having a good day/night :). i hope you don’t mind but i’d like to make a request. could you do Kento x reader where they’ve been working really hard on something coming up and when they get the chance to do it everything just goes down the drain? like they’re trying sooo sooo hard to do it right but nothings working so they come home terribly upset and feel like they can’t do it right but they’ve been working so hard
i’m having a rough night and i need some comfort from my beloved kento 🥲
hi friend ! sorry for taking so long , i hope you’re feeling better <33
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“my love don’t you think you can relax for a bit, I’m sure everything will go well” kento calls from under the covers, watching as you went over your work for the fifth time just in the last hour.
“after this one thing i swear” you mumble, eyes not tearing from the project in front of you. you can remember the last time you managed to get into bed the same time as nanami, sometime before you started working on your project.
you’ve been working at it tirelessly, even opting out of cuddle sessions and movie marathons to perfect everything by the deadline came.
“you said that thirty minutes ago” he sighs, kicking the blanket off and walking over to you, his chin resting on your shoulder, humming at your work before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “you’re gonna do amazing, i know it.”
and you wanted to believe him, and for a second when you drifted to sleep, you really did.
kento is shocked when he hears the door open harshly, slamming shut before watching you breeze past him and into the bedroom.
nanami takes a second to debate on wether he should try and talk to you or give you space, but he’s setting his book down and knocking on the bedroom door before he knows it.
“my love?” his voice is gentle, you’re sitting at the foot of the bed, your head in your hands, quiet sobs leaving your body.
“fuck off ken” you grumble, wiping your tears and sniffling a bit, “i don’t need a damn lecture right now.” maybe you were too harsh, and maybe you were just taking your frustrations out on him because he was the only one near you.
“do you want me to give you space?” his voice was still calm and gentle, no sign of anger or upset from your lashing out. his kindness only works to make your eyes burn even more, the lump in your throat growing harder to swallow.
“everything went wrong” and for the first time since you got home, you look at your lover, “i tried to fix it and adapt and-” you can’t even finish your sentence, a hiccup leaving your lips as you bury your face in your hands again.
kento is quickly at your side, taking you into his arms and cradling you, your head in his chest as he rubs your back.
“I’m so sorry baby” he whispers, trying his best to calm your sobs down. his chest tightens when you grip his shirt a bit harder, as if you’re scared he’d leave you. “I’m right here don’t worry” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, shushing you softly as your sniffles die down.
you stay there for a while, muffled hiccups against his chest as you try to compose yourself, only sitting up when you’re finally sure you’re done crying. your eyes are bloodshot and you’re sure you look terrible, but even as you look at your lover utterly broken, he’s staring back at you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.
he’s giving you napkins and water, offering to run you a bath and make you some tea, all with the softest smile on his face.
and when you’re finally in bed, tangled in his arms he’s still staring at you like you hung up the moon.
“I’m sorry” you whisper, face flushed as you hear him ‘tsk’ as you.
“i don’t want your apologies, there’s nothing to apologize for” his voice is a bit firmer than before. “I’m always gonna be here for you” he assures, giving you a small smile.
“i just can’t believe everything went so wrong” you sigh, biting your bottom lip, “i triple checked everything, i stayed up so late i worked so hard” you huff, the tears stinging your eyes.
“hey, hey, look at me” his voice still firm when your eyes meet his honey ones, “everything is gonna work itself out okay? everything always happens for a reason.”
“but what if it doesn’t?” you whisper, the pit in your stomach growing, but kento is there to snuff it out before it can consume you.
“I’ll be here” he smiles, “I’ll be for you for everything, you know you can always lean on me” there’s comfort laced in his every word.
you don’t say anything, opting instead for burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck, letting the smell of his cologne and body wash fill your nose.
sure things may have fallen apart, but you’re glad you have kento to help you pick up the pieces and make something even better than before.
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notpixl · 3 months ago
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Big thanks for the wait, my four followers 🥲
Also I should really just lean onto writing during the weekends since my ahh could NOT find the time during weekdays 😭
Maybe hcs would work for weekdays 🧐
Anyway just enjoy this drabble 😀
Firefly cooks Dinner for the two of you. (and doesn't burn the house down for once)
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Your honor, we were not cooking with this one.
GN!Reader as usual and actually might be ooc since my mind's hazy about FF's personality.
"Text." Is you, the reader.
"Text." Is Firefly.
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...
"I'm home!"
Firefly takes off her shoes before seeing you lounged up at the couch, watching some sort of show to pass the time.
"[Name]?"
"..."
"Hmm..."
Making her way to the living room, she sees your sleeping figure with a little bit of drool escaping your mouth.
She crouches down, wiping it off with the sleeve of her shirt before turning off the TV.
"Chicken..."
"Ahaha... looks like you're having a nice dream there... but now that you've brought it up..."
Standing up she heads to the Kitchen, opening the Freezer.
"There you are!"
She grabs the raw, frozen chicken, taking off the plastic wrap as she places it on the cutting board.
"Now where's the- oh..."
With the noticeable open space in the middle of the counter, one would wonder...
Where the hell did the Stove go?
Flashback:
"Forgive me, Your Majesty."
Wearing just the headgear of her armor and holding both an air freshener and lighter, Firefly rained hellfire.
Though it doesn't goes as planned...
"Stay... still...!"
The fly swiftly maneuvered the incoming fire as it buzzed around around the Kitchen.
It soon stood still at the frying pan above the stove, its legs stuck from the grease unfortunately.
"Now I've got you in my sights..."
Ditching the air freshener, Firefly grabbed the knife next to her, eyes full of concentration as she pulls back her arm...
"I brought Oak Cake Rolls!"
"Eek!"
Startled, she immediately throws the knife towards the pan in blinding speeds not even the poor fly could comprehend.
A sweat rolls down her forehead afterwards.
"..."
Good news? The Fly is gone!
B... bad news?
"MY STOVE!"
Thank god you still had those insurance papers...
End of Flashback.
"Mistakes happen, Firefly... mistakes... happen..."
She looks at the empty spot with a frown before clasping her hands together.
"Hmm... maybe that would work?"
She heads back to the Living Room, passing by your sleeping figure as she looks up at the suit of armor just proudly being put up for display.
It was actually your suggestion since you used to collect those little action figures... what were they called? Ka... kame... whatever, she thought that that was just... so cute.
Grabbing one of its arms she slides it in her right arm, getting a feel of it as she heads back to the kitchen. Shortly after that she thoroughly washes the chicken before placing it on a tray in middle of the kitchen.
"Here goes nothing..."
Taking a couple steps back, Firefly extends her arm out, fire emitting from the palm of her hand as it spews out like a flamethrower, gently roasting the chicken.
She walks around, making sure all sides of it are roasted before deactivating the arm.
"Phew..."
She gently grabs the tray with the help of her robotic arm, using her left hand to grab a plate as she sets it down.
Placing the tray by the sink she opens the rice cooker, steam erupting out of it as she blows it away.
"Aw... one step ahead, huh?"
Thankfully, she didn't to cook anymore since you already did it beforehand, how thoughtful of you.
"Now... time for our main guest..."
Taking off the arm she heads her way to the couch, raising your head so it can lay on her lap.
She fiddles with your hair, ruffling it up as your eyes flutter open.
"Mmh..."
You look up at the smiling face of your girlfriend, raising your hand as she brings it up to her cheek.
"Missed me?"
"Very..."
A moment of silence ensued, the both of you lovingly looking at each other.
"I made... rice before I slept."
"Mhm! Good job...!"
A smile crept to your face when she said that.
"And since you kept muttering about chicken I... I made some!"
"Did you now?"
You sit up, sniffling the air as you face towards the Kitchen.
Your hand was still cupping her cheek while she looked at you.
"Ooh... that's definitely some good chicken..."
"Well, let's eat then-
You plop down, earning a confused look from Firefly.
"Eh?"
"Let's... stay like this... for a bit."
Firelfy sighs, patting your head while you close your eyes shut.
"You'll end up turning intoa koala by this point..."
"Mhm... and a cute one at that..."
"...fair."
Eventually, tiredness would loom over Firefly as she eventually lays on top of you, holding you close.
"...love you."
"...love you too."
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Aughhhhhhhhhh I need this bbg to be pampered, have cuddles, given affirmations, smooches, and kisses-
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Also massive thanks and credit on Vee for letting me show the world this absolutely cinematic piece of art 🥹
Anyway, with this drabble done... I'm held at gunpoint by Feixiao because DEAR GOD am I in love with Foxians-
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moonlightdreamzz · 1 year ago
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DUALITY W/ HONGJOONG (S)
REQUEST ✰ “Can you pls write one where he is super kind/nice and quiet in person but behind closed doors they're nasty asf & dominant😭 preferably w yunho, yuta, hongjoong, or mark)🥲or anybody you'd like! :D”
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“You want more?”
The two of you are currently at the final destination of your double date—a buffet, and you’re absolutely stuffed. Hongjoong's eyes are warm and submissive as they search yours for a sincere answer, and yet, before you can utter a word he kisses your forehead tenderly before grabbing your cup and taking it to the nearby machine to refill it. You giggle as he walks away, embarrassed by how well he knows you. His prince charming act is also quite comedic, considering his handprint is still on your ass cheek from your festivities last night. It stings, real bad by the way. It doesn’t take long for him to return back to the table, your infamous drink combination filled to the brim of your cup.
“How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Your friend, Jaz, questions, which causes her date for the night, San, to bump her shoulder lightly in fake offense.
“Yeah, Y/N. How does it feel to have the sweetest boyfriend in the world?” Hongjoong repeats, his head titling in a manner that seems so innocent. His smirk even seems boyish as he places his straw in his mouth to hydrate, but under the table, his hand is rubbing the inside of your though seductively, encouraging you to answer wisely if you didn’t want to spend the rest of the night begging him to please you.
“Oh,” Your adorn, looking off into the distance dramatically, “He’s the best. I never have to ask for a thing. It’s like he can read my mind.”
His hand softly pats your leg, signifying that you did an outstanding job. He'd certainly whisper "good girl" in your ear if they weren't here, but that's okay. You're patient, and you know you'll be hearing that all night once the two of you go home—if he chooses to reward you tonight, of course.
The four of you continue wrapping up your dinner with you sharing some of your unhealthily sweet stories about your boyfriend. He of course is loving every second of it, but stays humble through your bragging.
“I just love her so much, you know? I just wanna do any and everything for her.” Is all he can respond verbally. His eyes say a multitude of things, though—some sentences you understand without question, and some you know will get answered soon.
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The second the door locks behind Hongjoong in your apartment does he instruct you to go wash up, promising you that he’ll be there soon. You learned a long time ago that you can never trust what he says when he’s hungry for you, which is why you’re not surprised when he never shows up. After ensuring everything he may explore, or not, is clean, you put your silk robe on and head into your bedroom. There’s a multitude of objects spread out on your bed, and your knees become weak as you notice it’s all toys and objects that make your body scream in the best way. A shirtless Hongjoong is also on the bed, and you know he’s testing you.
“I want you.” You quickly spit out before he even gives you an option.
He stands, removing his clothes one by one while chuckling proudly. “I know.” He presses a painfully gentle kiss to the side of your head, staying there for a moment. “But you can’t have everything you want, remember?” He teases, “So I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to pick a toy. When I come back out, are you gonna be ready?”
“Yes.” You breathe out.
He begins to walk away, and you know you should let him. You won tonight, but would you be you if you behaved?
“But doesn’t the best, sweetest boyfriend in the world, give his girl whatever she wants? Hm?”
The silence in the room is so thick, you don’t know how you’re still standing. The smirk on your face cannot be wiped away as you wait in anticipation for what he’s going to do next.
“You love talking shit, huh? Come back in the shower.” He demands, and you follow suit without hesitation, this time.
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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year ago
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「ʜᴏᴍᴇ」
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Scenario:- Chuuya helps the reader through a tough night.
Pairings:- chuuya x gn!reader (highschool au)
Genre:- comfort?
Type:- oneshot
A/N:- HEY THEREEE!okay yes ive been pretty dead on here but I promise that’s only because of school! Hope this piece isnt cringey and see yall soon!🥲
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“Help”
Was all he got
11.52
Eight minutes to midnight.
And he gets this?
A cryptic ominous and yet terrifying message from his beloved.
He contemplates what he should do.Does he let you sleep it off or does he go to you?
He decides it’s too risky to let the former happen so he settles on the latter. He goes to you. He goes to you in the dead of night.
Chuuya Nakahara was by no means a stranger to the rather tricky art of climbing into someone’s room via their window,but when in haste anyone would mess up.
Nevertheless he climbed up,landed on your balcony and knocked three times.paused and then knocked twice.it was the little indicator the two of you had decided on to make sure you knew it was him and not some stranger.
He could see you from his place on the balcony.
you were bent over your phone,typing furiously,your feet crossed and on your bed.
You didnt hear him.
So he shoots you a text,
surely you’ll see it?
A simple
“Im here”
Your head shoots up and you dart to your window,pulling the almost transparent curtains back,you open the window-esque door and he steps right in. Sure he wasnt the biggest guy,but he was nimble and quick oh his feet.packing a punch capable of knocking out someone twice,no, thrice! His size. with an attitude that scared off bullies and a sense of charisma that could charm anyone,he was perfect.
But most importantly,he made you feel safe.
at home.
Something even your own house failed to do.
He opens his arms and you slowly walk into them,your hands wrapping themselves around his slender torso and holding onto him with a death grip.
As he began to rub your back and sway just a little you began to cry.
Tears streamed down your face and stained his hoodie but he didnt care. His shirt could be washed,cleaned or even replaced.But not you. Never you.
And when the sniffling crying and shaking lessened,he pulled away a little and looked at your face before slowly lowering both you and himself to the fuzzy blue carpet under your feet.
When he looked at your face he was met with puffy eyes a leaky nose and a sight which broke his heart.
He first felt anger then fear then concern as he tried to figure out what to do.
He wanted to end whoever did this but he needed you to be okay first.
For a senior in high school,he acted more like an adult than anyone you knew;other than your classmate kunikida,that is.
He took the end of his hoodie sleeve,made a little sweater paw and wiped your tears away,reaching into his pocket and pulling out his emergency tissues for your nose.
And as he was finishing up, he looked at you,with the softest gentlest look in his eyes,asking, “what happened y/n?”
You sighed heavily at that.
“I wanna go home…”
This statement took him by surprise!
But You were already in your home? Where else could there be?
If you could name a place,he made an internal decision to take you there where ever it may be,right then and there.
He could deal with your parents later,they both loved and trusted him like their own so it’d be a breeze.just as long as you were okay.
“But how-“
“You”
“Oh”
You held him closer at that,as if you believed he would simply vanish into thin air.
He too held you close,giving you a kiss on the forehead and urging you to go ahead and talk about it if you wished to.
“Its just that,im sick of everything…of home of school,of life,of needing to be happy! I dont want it anymore!i want peace i want calm I want home. Youre all I have only you and what if you get tired of me i wont have a home again.ill be alone alone alone alone alone alone alo-“
He listened to you with concern and then his hands went to your shoulders.
“Hey! Hey! Im not going anywhere and youre not going to be alone not on my watch!and definitely not off my watch!”
You sniffed at that.
“Promise?” “Please?”
And his only reply was to nod,the sincerest nod in existence.
“Thank you….”
You said as you brought your head back to his chest.
“Anytime love…do you wanna talk about it?”
“No….not right now….please ?”
“Sure,im here for whenever you need me.what can i do?”
“Please stay…i cant be-be alone….please?”
“Mhmm dont worry…m’not goin anywhere..”
“Thank you…”
“Always”
And so you sat there,just the two of you in a dark room past midnight.
He rocked you,hummming softly and when he realized you’d fallen asleep,he lay you down gently on your bed and places your blanket and favorite plushy over and beside you.
Be waits thirty minutes more and when he’s totally sure you’re out like a light,he leaves.
When you wake up you vaguely remember the previous nights proceedings and when he asks you if you’re okay,you nod rather embarrassed. He looks at you and gives you a quick peck before you both go hand in hand to your next class.
(He lets you hold his hand during class if you need it too❤️)
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