#so she'll have the energy to answer asks again

[mj0702]

For @tasha95 ... I hope it meets your expectations 😅 I got a little carried away 😅😅

“Bitsy I love you... I REALLY love you but this is ridiculous” Keira said one evening after training as you two were driving back to her home

“What?” you said absently as you looked up from your phone

“The situation between you and Ona” the blonde clarified

“There is no situation” you grumbled getting back on your phone

“There is... I don't know what happened and you know I'll never push you to tell me but I have eyes and the way Ona always looks over at you and you avoiding her like the pest is a dead give away that there is a situation” Keira said as she stopped at a red light

“There is no situation” you answered

“Bitsy” the blonde said softly

“I let a fan comment get the better of me and said some.. not so nice things” you mumbled

“What did the fan said that YOU of all people let it get to you?” Keira asked her hand finding your knee to calm you down

“They asked me if Lucy and Ona where a thing since Lstans wedding or before... you know.. back in Manchester” you mumbled getting even more ashamed

“Oh Bitsy... you started to overthink didn't you?” the blonde sighed

“Yeah... I called them hypocrites” you said looking down on your hands

“Why?” Keira asked confused

“Lucy was so upset about G and I and I really thought they started before....” you left the rest of the sentence open

“... you thought Lucy cheated on me with Ona?” Keira said confused and shocked

“Kinda... yeah” you mumbled

“And that would make Ona a hypocrite how?” the blonde started do push the answer out of you a little bit

“Don't know.... I was just so mad” you said honestly

“I DO understand where you're coming from Bits... and you know I'm always in your corner but you probably hurt Ona.. I know you didn't have it easy in the past but you need to suck it up and apologize” Keira said seriously her hand still on your knee squeezing it lightly

“I know.... I REALLY know... I just don't know HOW” you said your voice a little desperate

“Ona is very forgiving you know... pull her aside and apologize – a real honest apology and I can promise you she'll forget about it” the blonde smiled encouraging “... but you hurt her”

“I know... I feel very bad about it” you mumbled embarrassed

“Good.. you are an amazing person Bitsy – just show Ona” Keira smiled as she pulled into the driveway

That was one week ago. You still haven't apologized. Simply due to the fact that every time you talked some courage into yourself and you were on the way towards Ona to finally apologize someone called her, talked to her or swept her away for some media. So you retorted to you last resort which brought you to the current situation – slumped down against Lucys front door waiting for the familiar black Cupra to pull up. You were waiting now for two hours now and there was still no one in sight. Your phone nearly dead from all the texting with your girlfriend you were down to count the pedals of the roses in the small front yard. Finally there was a car coming down the street and you got some hope that it was Lucy but you soon realized that it wasn't. So you kept on waiting – you told Keira where you were so she wouldn't freak out but right now you wished for nothing more than someone familiar next to you. The sun began to set about 20 minutes ago and it started to get dark really quickly. You were tired – so so tired. Since you were back in Barcelona – and after you kind of worked through your trauma about your ACL and the realisation that you'll never ever play professional football again – you started to kick the ball around more often. Mostly with Mapí, Pina and Patri who never said a single word about how broken you looked. Even tho the three took it lightly with you it costed you a lot of Energy to keep up with them. The first time they saw you again when Lucy brought you back from Munich, your girlfriend right next to you not letting you out of her sight for a single second – they where shocked but never ever said a word about it and just accepted everything you were willing to give freely.

So you pulled the Barcelona Jacket you got from Alexia - in a small moment between the two of you – tighter around you and got a little more “comfortable” against the door. You didn't plan to fall asleep but eventually you did. That's how Lucy and Ona found you about one and a half hours later when they finally made their way home – having stopped for some dinner spontaneously on the way and then taking a little walk at the beach.

“Bubs? Hey Bubs” Lucy said softly and started to shake you lightly so she wouldn't startle you

“Hm??” you grunted lowly not really waking up

“Come on Bubs... it's getting cold here... let's get you inside” your sister said lovingly as she picked you up like you weight nothing

“Can't... need to wait for Ona.... need to pologize” you mumbled still three quarter asleep not realizing that Ona was right next to Lucy

“It's okay Bubs” Lucy mumbled into your hair holding you tightly against her while Ona unlocked the door “You can apologise tomorrow”

“No...” you whined as you drifted off to sleep again “... trying for a week now... always someone stealing her”

“She'll be right here when you wake up Bubs” your sister said as she carefully laid you down on “your” bed before leaving the room letting the door a small bit open so you wouldn't feel trapped if you'd wake up later

“She doesn't need to apologise” Ona said immediately as Lucy came back into the living room “I know she didn't mean it”

“She needs to... for her own sake... I saw how she tried the whole week to try and come over to talk to you” Lucy said as she opened a bottle of wine since they had a day off tomorrow

“When?” Ona asked confused not noticing how you struggled to find a way to talk to her “I kept an eye on her but every time I looked she was either deep in conversation or with the Trio of Trouble”

“Mhm...” your sister confirmed while passing a glass to her girlfriend “... and every time she looked over you were either in conversation or got stolen away for media – it drove me crazy to watch the two of you looking past each other for a week”

“Why didn't you say anything?” the spaniard said confused

“Not my place....” Lucy shrugged her shoulders “... that's something between her and you”

“Morning” you mumbled once you dragged yourself into the kitchen

“Bon dia Bebita” Ona said softly reaching you a cup of coffee

“I want to apologise” you mumbled lowly after you took a small sip of coffee

“No need Bebita...” the blonde started but you interrupted her immediately

“... yes need... what I did and say wasn't okay... not at all... Lucy and Keira always told me not to listen to fans or media... I don't know why this comment got to me the way it did.... maybe because Lucy was so... shitty about G and I... I don't know... but you had nothing to do with it... I'm sorry Ona... I'm sorry I pulled you into the shit I made up in my head” you said honestly but you couldn't bring yourself to look into her eyes

“Look at me...” Ona said firmly and you thought you really fucked up and your mind started to go a million miles an hour about how you just destroyed either the relationship between Lucy and Ona or even worse for you – the relationship between your sister and you

“... Bebita... I really appreciate your apology – I do...” the spaniard started softly “... but there is no need. I know how certain comments can hurt – especially if they're made to get a reaction out of you... and I followed some pages online and not one of them posted anything about Lucys and mine relationship other than the usual – so you didn't let that comment get to you until you were out of the situation and that's worth more than every apology... at least to me... you didn't comment on it you left and you didn't bring Lucy or I in a situation where we had to think about a plan to do “damage control”... you showed me that you accept me and our relationship... and that's the biggest gift you could give me”

[mxtantrights]

Hi. Can you do a Fem! Reader x Batfamilie Soulmates? Where they find the reader hurt and the reader is pretty terrified. Mainly fluff, still insisted that reader should move in and get lessons from them

this turned into a behemoth but here we are! I hope you like it. It was fun to kind of do this all as a one-shot and not worry about plot holes and stuff. as always thanks for sending something in, this was fun to make <3333

You weren't in your right state of mind. How could you be? With a busted lip and slash marks littered all over your body. If that wasn't enough the three miles you ran to get away from danger really took all of your energy.

So when you end up at the front steps of a very lush looking house you collapse completely. If the people chasing you didn't catch you then surely the people who live in the old manor could ask you to run around while they hunt you for sport.

When your eyes shut, there is only one thing on your mind. This is it.

-

Damian Wayne hears a noise outside while he's walking back to the manor. He shouldn't have been outside anyways, but batcow needed some nurturing with the long day she had. He was walking back when he heard a thud from the front. Usually, he just scales the walls and gets back into his room.

But tonight, he decides to investigate. He keeps a weapon on him at all times, even when he's home. He's thankful for it and places his knife in his hand as he ventures closer to the front door. The thought doesn't cross his mind to call for anyone else. He is fully capable of handling a threat by himself.

When he gets close enough to see the tips of your shoes sprawled on the floor he grunts to himself, ready for fight.

"Get off the floor now!" he shouts.

There is no response, seeing as you're knocked out. He shouts again and you don't move an inch. Damian takes this as hostile behavior and inches closer and closer. It isn't long before he puts together that you are lying on the ground for a reason.

He puts it together when he sees your whole body laid out on the front steps. Damian puts the knife away and rushes over to you. His fingers check your pulse, slow but steady, he then checks your eyes. He doesn't miss the busted lip, or the tiny slashes on your face.

Before he can even begin to get you up, the front door opens. Bruce Wayne in his nighttime attire stands at the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Damian?" he asks.

"I didn't do it." Damian answers.

Bruce looks over at your body and realization dawns on him. The Owl court used to play tricks on people like this before. The scars on your face and all over your body, they were after you.

The older man doesn't hesitate to grab you off the floor, holding you in his arms. He turns to Damian.

"Please get Alfred." he says.

And then Bruce Wayne is bringing you inside. Damian runs in after him and ducks and weaves into the rooms to get Alfred. Bruce carries you all the way to the living room, where he sets you down on the couch. He's concluded that your injuries aren't bad, but the adrenaline crash is what knocked you out.

Alfred and Damian come into the room at once.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred asks.

"She'll need stitches. And a change of clothes." Bruce says.

Alfred nods, "Right away, sir."

Damian stands next to his father and watches over you with him. The both of them seem to be looking over you for anything else they might've missed. A tracker? A wire? A camera?

"Father, what if-" Damian starts.

"I know, but first we need her to wake up." Bruce cuts him off.

"We should keep her down in the cave."

"No, she didn't run to the cave. She ran here. If we bring her down there, she'll know who we are." Bruce answers.

Damian nods, "Okay Father, so what do we do now?"

"We wait."

-

It's a long wait. You sleep a total of thirteen uninterrupted hours. Which isn't unusual for someone in your position. Your body needs rest.

When you do open your eyes, you find yourself on a bed under warm covers. Something is sticking into your arm, and you look over to see what it is. An IV. Your eyes go wide.

Immediately you start to unplug the needle from your arm. Your breathing goes rigid. You pull the covers off you. They found you. They found you and they want to keep torturing you. They want to keep playing their sick games.

You shoot out of bed and look around the room for something, anything to help you out. There is nothing. No knives. No sharp objects. Thats when you realize you weren't tied up.

A knock on the door makes you flinch. You back up so that the bed will be in-between you and the person trying to come inside.

"May I come in?" a gentle voice asks.

You aren't sure how to answer that. You are still unclear if this is a trap. What if you answer wrong? What if this is another game, something new?

You clear your throat, now realizing how scratchy it feels.

"Yes." you answer.

The door opens and reveals a tall young man. He can't be any older than you. He has green eyes and jet black hair, a white streak in it.

"Who are you?" you ask him.

"My name is Jason," he starts.

You notice that he leaves the door open. You can see outside the room. Your first instinct is to run, your feet shift back and forth. But you think against it. With the way the man, Jason, is standing there more than six feet and ready to stop you if need be.

"Do you remember anything about how you came here?" he asks.

You shake your head, "I don't even know where here is."

He smiles, it's soft and it would have gone unnoticed if you weren't trying to gauge who he is.

"This is my childhood home." he says.

"I don't understand, how did I get here?" you ask him now.

Jason crosses his arms against his chest, "We don't know."

"We?" you ask quickly.

Jason puts his hands up in surrender.

"I'm not trying to scare you, it's me and my family in this house. Thats it." he says.

You take a step back, "Are you the ones who did this to me? Please just be honest, I can't do this anymore."

"Woah, we're not the ones who hurt you. I promise." Jason answers.

"And I'm just supposed to take you at your word?" you ask credulously.

"It's all we've got right now, unless you want to give me your name."

That's when it hit you. The people who had you before, they never asked for your name. Never. It was the one thing that unnerved you. They prodded and poked you, twisted your mind and everything in between. But they never asked for your name.

You take a tiny step forward, a bit shaky. You can feel just a small amount of relief in your chest. You tell him your name and he nods. Just as you're about to ask him why he helped you, your eyes roll back, and you can't feel the solid ground beneath you anymore.

-

"They did a number on her that's for sure." Babs says from the computer.

Dick walks into the cave with a quick step. There surrounding Babs is Jason, Damian, Tim, Steph, Duke and Bruce.

"Sorry I'm late. care to fill me in?" Dick asks.

"Yeah, a girl ran here and blacked out at the front door some time last night. Cuts and bruises, can't remember how it happened." Jason answers.

"Is this a trap?" Dick asks.

"I asked that too, but father doesn't seem to think so." Damian answers.

"It's the owl court." Bruce says.

Dick looks over at Bruce then. The expression clear on his face, this was personal. His eyebrows knitted together and his arms crossed over his chest.

"A long time ago, I lost a case. A young girl, about the same age. The court was using her as leverage against one of the mob bosses. It went on for weeks until..." Bruce trails off.

"I don't get it, why is this happening now?" Dick asks.

"I've never seen her before, but this isn't a coincidence." Bruce answers.

"No the more important question is did she know where she was going?" Tim says.

The group falls into silence. None of them can really answer the question. Not even Jason who just talked to you an hour ago and caught you before you fell on the ground.

Jason pipes up with his own words at the memory.

"She told me her name," he walks closer to the monitor and Babs, "No surname though."

"She can't stay here father. This is dangerous." Damian says.

"I know but I need to speak to her." Bruce replies.

"Can't. She knocked out again. I spoke to her for all of about five minutes." Jason speaks.

"Are you sure?" Tim asks.

"Well seeing as I saw her eyes roll back and her body almost collapse to the floor, I'm pretty sure Tim." Jason sasses.

"I'm just saying, we have a stranger in our house." Tim raises his hands.

"She's not a stranger. She's here for a reason." Bruce puts simply.

Then Bruce is walking out of the cave, leaving all the kids to watch him as he goes. He can't shake the feeling that he's more involved than he knows. Sure you showed up on his front doorstep and looked eerily familiar to an old case. But there is something else that he can't quite place.

-

Alfred, as he called himself, finishes the last stitch on your back. You wince as he pulls the thread tight to keep the wound from opening. You shake as he cuts the thread and tells you that it's over.

"No it's not. It's really not." you mumble.

"Excuse me, miss?" he asks.

You slowly turn around to look at him, "Once I leave here they'll find me again."

Alfred looks around for a moment and then back at you. He had a face you felt you could trust. You haven't been in the position to trust anyone lately but him, right now in front of you, you knew you could.

"What if I taught you how to defend yourself?" he asks.

You're confused for a moment. The thought of an old butler teaching you how to keep yourself alive wasn't on your mind. Surely, you think to yourself, he doesn't know much about combat and trying to stay alive.

"How will you do that?" you ask.

Alfred smiles, "First we start small."

Alfred reaches into his pocket and pulls out a steak knife. You confusedly look between him and the sharp object. Giving this to you when it hasn't even been proven who you are is an unwise decision for him to make.

As if reading your mind, Alfred walks over to the door.

"Don't make me regret it." he says.

-

You could hear them talking about you through the door. There were a lot of voices, only one of which you recognized as Jason's. Everyone else wasn't familiar at all.

You lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling.

It's not like you could remember either. If you could you would've told Jason all that you knew so that you could be out of here. But even then, you have a feeling that he and Alfred would have insisted you stayed.

"Just get in there and ask her if she's okay!" Jason shouts.

Then there is some shushing. All of a sudden you can hear the door handle being turned. Your ears didn't pick up on keys, so you weren't locked in this room.

The door opens and you turn your head to see who it is. In comes a man twice you age but still younger than Alfred. When he gets closer you realize that you've seen him before.

"Do-do I know you?" you ask.

He closes the door behind him, "We've never met."

"You look familiar though." you say.

"Maybe you've seen my face in the paper, my name is Bruce Wayne." he answers.

A lightbulb goes off in your head. Bruce Wayne. The orphan. They talked about him once or twice when they had you captured. But it was always in passing, like they couldn't care less about him.

"They talked about you." you say.

"Who?" he asks.

He then takes the chair that sits in the corner and brings it over to your bedside. As he does, you decide to sit up on the bed.

"The people who did this to me." you answer.

"You don't know what they are called?" he asks.

You shake your head, "No they were good at keeping this a secret. Like why they had me there, and who they were."

"Do you have somewhere safe to go?" he asks.

You shake your head once more. The feeling of anxiety washing over you. Yes you would like to be no ones responsibility but you know you're on the run and no one is really looking out for you anyways.

"You may stay here, if you let me help you find out who's hunting you." he says.

And then you're looking at him like he just said the sky is purple. You can't believe he would offer to help you, a random person.

"It's not everyday an unconscious women lands on my doorstep." he pips up.

"I thought this was Jason's house." you say out loud.

"He comes by from time to time, but this is my home." he answers your unspoken question.

"Okay, I'll stay here."

-

They all watch as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice. It's weird to be watched, but you know it's not in a bad way. You can't really tell which way it is, but you know they won't do to you what the owl court did to you. That's what they were called.

Bruce told you everything a couple of nights ago. How they were torturing you in the same way they tortured another person years ago. It didn't make sense to you why it was happening though, neither did it make sense to Bruce.

But he offered for you to stay at the manor until he could get it cleared up for you.

In the span of a week you have learned a lot. Like how to hold a knife for maximum impact, how to run and not get tired, how to turn common things into a weapon. And that Bruce Wayne is batman.

It came up after you asked him how he knew all of this stuff. You weren't expecting him to up and tell you, but he did. And it made you trust him even more.

As for his kids, they came around fairly quickly. Damian being the last one, even though he was the first one to find you. You heard from the others that he is slow to trust, so the fact that he lets you roam around the manor freely is good.

Steph, Duke and Cass were the first three to be friendly with you outside training. You think it's because they are younger. They are quick to include you in their conversations.

The last three boys are all so different from each other. They teach you defense in different ways. Jason is all about striking first and hard. Tim teaches you when to hit for the best chances. Dick teaches you when to stay down.

"I'm not going to break from pouring a glass of juice." you say.

"We know, we're just looking over you." Dick says.

You turn back, juice in hand, and make a face.

"Don't you do enough of that when you all train me? I'm better than before." you explain.

"You had no training before." Jason says.

"Thanks Jason."

"We just wanna make sure that you know staying here is a choice."

"I know."

-

You flip Dick over on his back and he lands with a grunt. Everyone in the training room lets out a noise of their own. Bruce and Jason let out winces. Damian claps. Cass and Tim tumble over in laughter. And Duke and Steph instigate the whole thing. Alfred is standing silently, a smile on his face.

"I told you I got better."

"Yeah, I can see that. Feel it too." Dick grunts.

You hold out your hand for him. He takes it and helps himself up with help from you. You smile when he stands on his own two feet.

"I guess you learned from the best"

-

Jason watches you carefully as you unload then take apart the firearm and then put it together again, and load it. You don't even seem to be phased by the timer he set.

Actually you beat it by four seconds, which is one second better than him. When you finish you look up at Jason.

"How was that?" you ask.

"You beat my record." he answers.

"Woah."

"Yeah, fuckin' woah."

"Can you watch your language? I'm right here." Damian says.

Both of you look at the boy who is standing at the door. You hadn't noticed he even opened the door. You were so in the zone.

"I beat him." you say.

"I know I saw. Could be more efficient though to know when a door is opening." Damian sasses.

"Right."

"Oh shut up, she did good."

-

Tim shuts the computer screen off. You had just completed a practice off-site hacking of a hard drive. Tim said that you did well for a beginner and even liked how you added your own style to it.

When you walk out the door you see Cass on the top of the steps. She nods for you to follow. You do without another word. The two of you go down the steps and outside. Cass is five steps ahead of you.

In the darkness, you turn around once at the sound of a twig breaking. When you turn back you don't see Cass anymore. You stop walking.

"Cass?"

You feel the need to turn around the other way, facing the door, and when you do you see her. She's waiting at the door, a smile on her face.

"I'm taking it you're gonna teach me about stealth?" you ask.

She nods once.

-

Damian tells you to meet him in the barn. And you decide to put your new found stealth skills to the test. You don't take the usual way there. You go out a bedroom window. And you scale the wall down to the ground.

Then you duck and weave between trees.

When you arrive at the barn you see Damian inside. You know you can come in thought the roof so you decide to do that. You are as quick as a cat. You scale the barn wall and get up on the roof.

You slowly open the hatch and crawl inside to the attic space. Being sure to not move anything around so that he might catch you. You watch from above as Damian talks to Batcow.

"I hate to say it, but I think I want her to stay." he says.

Your heart feels heavy. You found out not too long ago that he was the first one to find you. It made you sad beyond your years but also really grateful to Damian.

"I just, don't like a lot of people. But I like her." he adds.

You can't come out now. He would know that you were listening and would deny everything he said. You don't want to embarrass him either.

"She should learn some time management though, she's very late. Doesn't she know your bed time is in twenty minutes?" he says.

Then he's walking out of the barn, not doubt to find you. You wait until he's out of the barn to descend to the bottom level. When you do Batcow turns around to look at you.

"Maybe I will stay."

[stay-dazed]

stray kids as dads

notes: female reader, and you're married here. so sorry if anything came out repetitive!

chan: chan, as anyone would have expected, is an amazing father, thanks in part to raising 7 other men for a living. you're so happy to see your husband and your son taime bond together over the years, especially over chan's favorite thing - music. he takes taime to the studio fairly regularly, where uncle jisung and changbin are so excited to see him that they barely get any work done. and when chan works from home, taime joins him by sitting on his lap and asking him tons of questions about how all the colorful tabs on his laptop work.

chan patiently answers all his questions, even if he's answered some before. taime's only 7 years old after all, so he doesn't always remember what chan's told him. but he still shows a ton of interest, and always says he wants to grow up to be just like his appa.

chan really is a great dad. he's very patient and always willing to help his child when he needs it, although he doesn't always make problems just go away. he may just try to guide taime through it so he can learn to make good decisions for himself as he grows. he's also very playful with taime. they love to play-wrestle, play various sports together since chan grew up incredibly athletic himself, race each other, and so on.

actually one of chan's favorite ways they race together is when they come home from running an errand or from picking taime up from school, and they run inside to give you a big hug. you just love it when they do that, because it makes you feel so loved and appreciated. the hug may catch you off guard while you're busy working around the house, and it may almost knock you over now and again, but you wouldn't ever miss a hug from your favorite boys.

"okay, buddy, ready to see who can give mom the biggest hug first?"

minho: while minho wasn't initially expecting to be a father, at least not anytime soon, he still became a great dad to your daughter, jimin. she's 3 now and absolutely has minho wrapped around her little finger, though he'd never admit to that. she loves to play dress-up with her appa, adding clips and bows to his hair, messily painting his nails, and putting shaky lip tint onto his lips. and the entire time minho just sits there patiently, smiling at jimin's excited expression and encouraging her with kind words," i'm sure i look very pretty, sweetie. thank you." his face drops if he ever catches you laughing, though.

jimin also loves having lazy days, and minho never argues with that. so on the days he gets off from work, they'll both stay in their pajamas all day, watch cartoons, eat sweets for their meals, and take naps. the lock screen on your phone is actually a photo of them sleeping together; jimin in her little pink pajama set laying on her appa's chest comfortably, a little pigtail in both of their hair.

but what makes minho happiest is watching jimin play with the fuzzy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. she'll take one of the feather toys and play with them for hours, if they have the energy. and minho could watch the entire time, sipping on his coffee and taking a couple videos. he's just so happy she loves the cats as much as he does.

"jimin baby, look at the camera. hi pretty! can you smile for me?"

changbin: changbin was so ready and so excited to be a father. he just knew he'd be a great dad, with how understanding and good at listening he is. and sure enough, he became a rock for your 4 year old daughter nari. whenever she's crying over things important to her, like spilling her juice or missing her favorite show on pbs, he listens closely to her while wiping her tears away with his thumb. he then reassures her that he understands exactly why she's upset, and that things will be okay. he'll just refill her juice or put on another show she loves.

changbin really is nari's superhero. you can just tell how much she looks up to him already. like the time she accidentally tripped and hit her head against the leg of a chair. she cried and ran to her appa, holding her arms open for changbin to pick her up, which he did immediately. he held her safe against his chest and looked closely at her head to make sure everything was okay. after confirming it just left a bump, he rocked her back and forth, saying softly," it's okay aegi, you'll be okay." you came in from the backyard to see him rocking her in his arms.

she looked up at him with starry eyes, slowly calming down. eventually, she actually fell asleep in his arms, completely forgetting about the pain. you smile as you watch them. changbin is your superhero too.

"let me give it a kiss, aegi. i have magic kisses that'll make it all better."

hyunjin: you could tell just how ecstatic your husband was to have a little baby girl, only a month old now. hyunjin holds joon in his arms as often as he can, without taking her away from your bonding time of course. he has a gentle, adoring look in his eyes as he watches her sleep, all swaddled up and comfy. he'll sit in silence for a bit before expressing a random thought like," she has your nose, love" or "do you think she's dreaming right now? what do babies dream about?"

he's confided in you before about how he's scared, wondering if he'll truly be a good father. but you have so much confidence in him. he's such a patient and loving person, and he's very protective of your little girl. you can see so clearly the happiness he has when doing even the most simple everyday things, like helping you choose her clothes in the morning or buckling her up in her carseat, cooing at her the entire time. and he's especially happy when showing her off to people. he just beams with pride as they also coo over her and say sweet things like," oh she's so beautiful, just like her mama."

it's the greatest when watching the members argue to see who can hold joon first, and who will be the best uncle. you and hyunjin both relax on the couch, leaning against each other and fighting against the fatigue that creeps in after many a sleepless night. you watch chan hold joon, baby-talking to her while jisung looks over his shoulder with the widest smile on his face. joon will be raised surrounded by so much love, and you couldn't be more thankful.

"my mom gifted us the socks she's wearing- changbin make sure you're supporting her head. i know you know, just be careful. she's so fragile."

jisung: jisung was so nervous to become a father, wondering if he could really raise a child. but even then, he couldn't hide his very obvious excitement. he couldn't believe he'd have a son of his own that would look up to him, just like he had his dad. and junseo, now 2, is truly the light of his life. besides you of course. though the both of you learn through trial and error, just as all first-time parents do, jisung is still the perfect father in your eyes.

he's patient and loving, and lots of fun. your son can be heard giggling all throughout the day as jisung plays with him, or tickles him just to hear that happy sound. he does the exact same thing in public. anything silly to make his baby boy laugh, even if people may look at him weird. you can tell jisung's anxiety, while not completely gone, has decreased significantly since becoming more confident as a father. he's not nervous ordering for his family at restaurants, or taking junseo to his doctor appointments on his own when you're busy visiting a friend.

he still panics inside just a little whenever junseo gets hurt or catches a cold, but he's fantastic at remaining calm and patching him up. he'll carefully clean the owie, put a bandaid on it, and give it a kiss to make it feel better. and he takes time to learn recipes from his mom that help battle a cold. jisung is growing so much and you couldn't be more proud of him.

like chan, he takes his son to the studio with him in order to raise him around music. though it's a little more difficult to concentrate than in chan's case, since junseo is really young and needs more attention to avoid getting himself into trouble (which he gets from jisung, let's be honest.)

"hey junseo, jagi, could you please not climb on appa's chair? thank you. wait- no no, don't pull those wires!"

felix: felix knew since he was in highschool that he wanted to be a father, especially of a daughter. the thought of having his own little girl had always appealed to him, making his heart feel warm. and after a long and complicated birth process that occurred a month early, you both welcomed your son theo into the world. felix could do nothing but hold his tiny miracle baby, his teddy, in his arms and cry happy tears as you recovered in bed.

now theo's 5 years old and while he's smaller than other boys his age, he's still a little spitfire with enough energy and curiosity to last him a lifetime. and felix is still absolutely head over heels for him. on his days off, felix spends time with theo by watching cartoons with him, dancing to music with him (usually stray kids), and baking with him, which often leads to some messy outcome. but at least they're really cute while doing it.

felix is a great father, so gentle and amazing at teaching. the moments you catch them in make your heart swell with happiness and gratitude. for example, the time you were looking out the kitchen window as you did the dishes, and you saw felix showing theo a bug outside, encouraging him to always be curious about the world around him.

or like right now. 8:00, theo's bedtime before starting his first day at kindergarten tomorrow. you find felix holding him safely in his arms, telling him a story in korean that his mom used to tell when he was theo's age. it's sentimental, as well as teaching theo to appreciate the cultures coming from both his parents. felix, just like you, is nervous about sending his baby to school tomorrow, but you know they'll both be just fine.

"okay teddy bear, time to go to sleep. you have a big day tomorrow. i love you so much, son."

seungmin: similar to minho, seungmin never expected to be a father. like at all in his entire life. but when it happened unexpectedly, he was supported by his family and closest friends. in time, he began to developed more confidence in himself. and as each day with his little girl chin-sun passed by, seungmin was filled with more and more love and comfort. chin-sun brought him comfort.

and she still does to this day, as she grows closer to turning 3 years old. you can see the comfort seungmin feels in the way he picks up your little girl to spin her around, or the way he lets her wear his shirt after bathtime even though it's the size of a tent on her. the way he kisses her forehead every night after she falls asleep, and the way he sings to her every day.

like right now. it's time for dinner, which means cleanup time in chin-sun's play room, and you can hear seungmin singing. it's a little distant over the bubbling of the food on the stovetop, but you know it by heart and hum along anyway. it's called "the cleanup" song. seungmin made it up himself to encourage your little girl to have fun while doing things she's supposed to do. there's also songs for bathtime, bedtime, driving to grandma's house, etc. it's incredibly creative, and one of the cutest things you've ever seen your husband do.

people who don't genuinely know seungmin may find him blunt or standoffish, but you know how he really is. he becomes a better dad every day, if that's even possible, and he'd do absolutely anything for his two favorite girls.

"okay silly, let's go eat. you did a good job cleaning up! did you have fun singing with appa?"

jeongin: jeongin honestly never put much thought into kids and if he wanted them. but the day you announced you were pregnant, he was filled with determination to take very good care of his wife and child. he worked so hard right off the bat, reading books on pregnancy and birthing, and calling his dad to ask for advice on being one himself. the farther along you got in your pregnancy, the more protective jeongin became over you. all he wanted was for you to relax and stay safe.

and the day your son haneul came along, jeongin was beaming with pride. he told you multiple times how thankful he was to you for providing him with something so precious. that night in the hospital, where you were kept until morning just to be safe, jeongin again promised himself to be the best father and husband he could ever be, before dozing off in a rickety chair placed next to your bed.

now, a year later, haneul is one happy little boy. always smiling and giggling, and he absolutely loves giving people hugs and kisses. jeongin was never the overly affectionate type, but now all he loves to do is give his son hugs and kisses. his uncles absolutely adore it as well and are eager to babysit him whenever possible. simply put, haneul just has a way of making everyone around him happy.

you're filled with joy every time you see your husband spend happy moments with your boy. moments such as jeongin picking little designer shoes for hanuel's outfits, or patiently letting haneul climb all over him as he sits on the couch. it's so sweet to see. jeongin really turned out to be the amazing father he promised to be.

"are you having fun, son? yeah? ah hannie, lift your leg a little, you got appa's hair."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I'm in severe pain cause of endometriosis right now, can we get more loganxwadexdisabled!reader :3

"Out fucking cold," Wade declared.

Logan grunted, nodding wordlessly. He knew that. He could hear the change in your breathing once the medication kicked in. And again when sleep finally won out.

"You okay, Peanut?"

"Sure. Just glad she's not fucking screaming anymore."

"Pretty sure the screaming was mostly frustration," Wade hummed. "I had days like that where I just wanted to scream because it fucking hurt and there was nothing I could do about it."

In the dark of the bedroom Logan readjusted to be able to see both of you. Wade had a hand in your hair still, watching you with an expression that was hard to read. "And she can't even remember not hurting like that- I don't think."

Logan put his hand on top of Wade's and Wade smiled wryly, "If she could fight we'd be fucked."

"Probably," Logan snorted.

"Looks like you get to be all big and bad and tell her boss she's staying home tomorrow-"

"Good luck with that."

Wade grinned, "I had to double her fucking dose. Tomorrow morning she won't even know what day of the week it is. We could tell her it's Saturday and she'd probably buy it as long as I make pancakes and no on turns on the news."

Logan huffed a laugh and laid his hand on your back when you stirred in your sleep, making a soft little whimper that made him wince. "She's gonna be pissed."

"But she'll feel better," Wade said confidently. "Naps, kisses, and having hunky guys at her beck and call? If that doesn't fix some shit I don't know what will."

"Not a goddamn nurse-"

"Me either, Logi-bear," Wade reminded, "But-" He looked down at your sleeping form meaningfully. "Who else is gonna do it?"

A soft growl was the only answer but, he knew that it was true. You needed rest. Bad pain days were exhausting. They'd both seen you come home looking dazed and drained- like it took all your mental energy just to deal with it. But it had never been LIKE THIS. You'd learned to manage.

But this scared him. Scared them both.

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In the morning, when you did wake up, Logan peered around the bathroom door and watched you carefully.

You sat up slowly and had to get your bearings. Eyes are half-open and still red. And his chest hurt. He wondered how many mornings you'd had to do this alone.

"How do you feel?" he asked, wiping shaving cream off his face and coming over.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you rasp.

"How's the pain?"

"It's there," you tell him, starting to get out of bed. You have to move. Your head feels like it's full of cotton. Your mouth feels like you were licking bowling alley carpet. And You're starving. "But I gotta get ready and-"

"We called you in," Logan said.

"But I gotta work and I need to get my stuff done today so I can-"

"Your boss was more than willing to give you a day off," Logan said, waiting to catch you if you wavered as you tested your feet on the floor. "You over did it, yesterday, huh?"

"I was fucking mad. It's just so fucking stupid. Every fucking year-"

"Hey," he stopped you and tilted your chin up. Bending down to kiss you gently. "don't hurt yourself just to prove something."

"Pot-"

"It's different," he grumbled.

"It's really not. I just don't heal." You take a deep breath and haul yourself to your feet with a groan. He watched you go, making your way to the shower and frowned. But he let you go, keeping an ear out in case you needed help as he went out to find Wade.

"Mornin' Peanut," he said, "How's our patient?"

"Getting a shower," he said frowning as he poured a cup of coffee.

"Someone's been dick slapped with some reality this morning," Wade said kissing his head, " 'S'matter, Logi-bear? Did our girlfriend just remind you-"

"Shut up," Logan growled. It was different. No one expected you to do all that shit. Sure you COULD. You weren't helpless. Or as fragile as he thought when he first met you. But- it was different.

"That's a yes," Wade hummed, kissing his head.

He growled and Wade huffed a laugh; both of them paused for a moment when there was a clatter from the bathroom and Logan half shrugged, "Shampoo bottle."

Wade nodded and carried on, putting food on the table; fussing with details. Making sure that there were pancakes with hearts on them for you and grumpy faces for Logan.

You come out in fresh pajamas and Wade bounds over, tilting your chin up and kissing your face, "She lives!" he declared. "And she looks like heaven."

"I feel like death warmed over."

"Well you'll feel better with pancakes," he said, "and hot chocolate."

"I'm gonna go into a sugar coma," you tell him, pulling him down to kiss him.

"You can't be in a coma," Wade said, "we're educating Logan on pop culture today. And you have a full day of pampering ahead of you-"

"Wade I'll be okay I just need-'

"Ah-ah-ah," he said, guiding you to the table. "This is for us," he explained. "We're traumatized. And now you just gotta let us get it out of our system. And I prefer to do it by making sure you're spoiled. Logan would probably fight your spine if he could figure out a way to do it."

[sssammich]

day 4: garden | hallucinations

note: this story is about death, but with a twist. but still, death.

supercorptober / whumptober

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her dark brunette hair, pulled into a low ponytail over her shoulder, swishes across her shoulder when she turns her head to a blonde woman standing at the edge of her yard, her hand hovering over the makeshift wooden fence she'd erected a handful of decades ago.

she shuts her eyes, echoes of echoes of memories float in her mind of many bygone eras, but the blue of the woman's eyes remain the same through them all. perhaps it's just a hallucination. beautiful blue-eyed blonde women come around often enough.

"you've finally found me," she says finally, after having opened her eyes and confirming that she's now face to face with the very woman she's been waiting to cross paths with.

"so i have," the woman says, her voice soft and gentle.

for the first time in almost a century, the evader of death stands in front of death herself.

death asks, "how are you?"

against her better judgment, her face breaks into an amused smile. "i'm just fine."

death nods, as if receiving her answer like they're simply discussing the weather.

after a muted beat, she comments to death, "you took your time."

"i was needed elsewhere." death says it with a half shrug, her hands resting on her waist. an image of innocence that completely belies her true powers or the true cost of her role.

she dusts her hands of the dirt and grime from her garden. she'd just gotten the hang of planting plumerias, but perhaps she'll have to worry about them at her next destination. "until next time?"

when she attempts to walk towards her house, death's voice rings in her ears from behind. "do you want to go?"

she stumbles in her steps, grabbing hold of her porch railing. she whips around, the green of her eyes studying death exactly where she stands.

"isn't that up to you?" her voice comes out strong, but quiet.

death, for the first time since her arrival, looks away.

the time between them, naturally, stretches and contracts, the two of them once again stuck in limbo.

from the foot of her porch steps, she takes decided steps towards the wooden fence. she grabs hold of the handle and swinging it back to eliminate the one physical barrier between them. mere minutes ago, she'd just been thinking about her impending departure, determining which of her contingency plans would work best for her current situation.

yet now, as she observes death's face standing in front of her, she catches a rare glimpse of death's true state of being. deep and tired and burdened, the millennia of millennia death has lived betraying the arrested youth of her face.

resolute blue eyes stare into the very depths of her and at once, a surge of renewed energy flows through body of the evader of death.

there is a lifetime of lifetimes shared between them, every single moment paired with every single emotion one could ever experience. hurt. joy. anger. sadness. pride. jealousy. happiness. pain. contentment. love.

grief.

love. grief. love. grief. love. grief. love. grief. love.

though her impossibly beating heart thunders in her chest, in her stomach settles a sense of peace. a difference in every other moment prior to this one. a change in the wind, a change in the weather, a change in time.

she brings a hand up and brushes death's blonde hair out of the way, going so far as to tuck it behind her ear. when had they done this last? before everything changed? after?

days and years and seconds and millennia.

her lips, a pale pink hue and chapped and teeth marked, press upon death's cheek. a mortal damp warmth against the coolness of immortal skin.

"will you really do it?"

death's jaw tightens. "i have caused you enough suffering. a lifetime or two, some would say."

it's a terrible joke: on the nose, expected. but the evader of death laughs because this is it. this is where they have found themselves, in a shaded garden so far away from who they used to be, once upon a time.

she sticks her finger out, pointing, accusatory. "if this is some trick—"

"it's not a trick." death grabs hold of her finger before cradling her hand to a cold chest. "it's not a trick. if you want to go, i will let you go."

grief. love. grief. love. grief. love. grief. love. grief.

she takes purchase in a singular moment, her answer having made a home on the roof of her mouth for as long as she can remember.

"i do. i want you to let me go."

death releases a shaky breath, one that falls warm on her face. "okay."

you see, the evader of death is a misnomer. incorrect. a bastardization of the truth.

the evader of death has never wanted to escape the natural progression of life, to disrupt the order of chaos. she has wanted to embrace death for all of her life, for all of the lives of her lives, but death herself has evaded her.

because death wants her but she cannot be anything but herself. neither of them can be anything but themselves.

so they have been playing an interesting cat and mouse game where the cat hides from the mouse instead, the mouse placing herself in all facets of discovery, only for the cat to betray her very being and leave the mouse alone.

the evader of death brings her arms up to wrap them around death's neck, death immediately cradling her in her arms.

a sad smile appears on her face, one overflowing with great sadness only equal to that of great tenderness.

"do you remember who we were? the first time?" she asks, their faces practically touching, their noses grazing.

death's own lip quivers. "yeah. i've never forgotten."

"that's how i want you to remember me. that's the best of me."

"all of you is the best of you."

for the first time in a long while, her body vibrates in laughter. the freest she's felt in an open cage. "i'm already in your arms, darling."

death's laugh comes out stuttering and wet, but it is more life than she has expressed for so, so very long. "can you ever forgive me for keeping you here all this time?" death asks hers.

she slides her hand to caress death's cheek, the same one she'd pressed a kiss to earlier. "i forgave you a long time ago, kara. i've just been waiting for you to forgive yourself."

grief.

kara sniffles, a tear making a run down her cheek, her name uttered out loud after years of disuse. "can i do anything for you?"

she sighs, an exhalation of all the tension she's held for all of time she's held within. this is what's right. this is correct. her body feels at home and her soul feels at rest.

"say my name. tell me a story. hold me."

"in that order?" a lopsided smile appears on kara's face. a better joke, she thinks. she appreciates. her heart sings.

"in that order."

kara clears her throat, bravely pushing past the threat of sobs, and tightens her hold.

"oh, lena. well, i think you'll like this story about these two imperfect people who met a long, long time ago. against all odds, they found each other. one of them was shadowing her cousin to interview this young ceo who was taking over her family's company. ever heard of it?"

love.

lena's mirth splits her face and she tucks her head in the crook of kara's neck, tightening her own hold of kara's body pressed against hers. satisfied, held and cradled in kara's arms. they don't let go of each other, not even when kara's tears spill and drop on alabaster skin, not even when death's grip inevitably takes over and the brightness and vibrancy in green eyes disappear once and for all.

[minjiarchive]

you don't own me (but i'll fill you up) | g!p jiu x fem!reader

requested/suggested: i probably almost came writing this i meant what no!

warnings / smut, some mommy kink, breeding

Minji claws at your back, making your eyes water from the sweet pain. You grip the sheets harder, testing how strong you are. You were grateful that she didn't have you on all fours. Your whole body was weak and fragile from the amount of orgasms she pulled from you, but you weren't going to mention it. If you brought it up, she might take that upon her use to fuck you doggy style.

“You'll let me use you whenever I want, right?” She asks, only looking for the one answer she'll be satisfied with, yes.

Your mind was jumbled up and too caught up in the moment. It's as if she fucked your brain too, clouded with nothing but Minji. This was no excuse to her though. When you took too long to respond, Minji tugged at your hair, straining your limits even more.

“Don't make mommy repeat herself now.” She growled, her voice low and stern.

Minji stops fucking you for a second. It's understandable, she wants an answer, and she's demanding for only one response. But her not thrusting her length into you feels like your world has stopped, so you whimper,

“Y-Yes, mommy. You can use me all you want, I'm sorry.”

She smiles but she isn't satisfied yet, she wants to see how ruined she made you. Words don't prove it enough, your actions do, your face does.

Minji flipped you over, your back against the warm mattress. You faced Minji now, the stimulation ten- times more unbearable for you to take. Looking directly at the woman who's been destroying you for the past hour isn't as easy as it seems.

“That's it, my good girl.”

The single praise could've made you cum but you couldn't tell when she started thrusting inside of you again. Minji throws her head back, revealing her marked-up neck with beads of sweat rolling down at the side. She had you at her mercy (and so wet).

With every move she makes, your release starts catching up to you soon and along with that, your thoughts grow louder. You wouldn't be able to connect two dots in your mind but you had enough sense to know what you wanted, you want her to-

Cum inside. Please Minji.

“Tell me what you want right now,” Minji asks, edging herself by slowly slipping her length out of you. She's shaking and moaning as her release lingers still.

You were taken aback by her ask but you certainly weren't complaining. It's like she read your mind at the most convenient time, maybe it is the right time to tell her what you want.

“Time is ticking, princess...”

“I want you to cum inside of me,” you choke out.

“Please?”

Your own words have you fluttering around nothing but emptiness. It took you too much courage to not beg for her to cum inside tonight. You'd do anything to know how it'd feel to be dripping with your own girlfriend's cum.

You were too deep in your imagination that you didn't realize she was already aligning herself cock with your entrance.

No, it wasn't your imagination, she was really going to do it.

“Let me make it real then.”'

Minji flips you over on your stomach again, fucking you loose to grant your dirty wish. She didn't hesitate once at your words, did she always want you to ask for this?

It doesn't take long for your high to overtake you. Your cries got louder and you didn't even try to push her away, you asked for it, and you'll take it. Minji fucked every energy out of your body to do anything but cry.

“I'll fill my pretty girl up so well,” Minji pants, her breathing getting heavier as the sound of her cock hits your skin, “I want to see it drip from you.”

You're both lost in each other's words.

You looked back to get one more glimpse of Minji, her eyebrows are knitted together with her mouth wide open,

Fuck I'm gonna-

“Minji...”

“I'm going to cum, baby,” she warns and with a few small thrusts, she finally comes undone.

Your body is worn out and used to the limit but you pull yourself together to feel her pump her load inside of you. She's hot against you, her body tense and limp as she's clinging onto you. Minji stays inside you for longer, making sure that you'll be waking up leaking with her cum.

I granted your wish, didn't I?

Minji still has a bit more energy to move her body, not completely drained unlike you who still trembled underneath her. She gets up to stand straight again, slurring a few 'Are you okay?' and 'I'm not going anywhere' to reassure you. Minji gives, but Minji cares.

She decides to finally pull out to see the mess she created while strings of her cum clung onto her tip, dick still hard and pulsing.

Her release painted your ass so well, complimenting the red handprints on your cheeks.

“Ass up, pretty girl,” she commands, tapping your side as you weakly tried to lift your bottom up.

Good girl.

“Look how well I fucked you,” pushing down on your ass as her load drips from your hole, “how about I fill up all your holes next time?”

Minji only wanting one answer, yes please.

[arxxq]

• 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘...🌷•

୨⎯ "eyes don't lie, say you're mine?"⎯୧

My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)

Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?

"I hate you..."

Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.

Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.

But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.

But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.

She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.

"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.

"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.

The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."

Now realising it she cursed in her head...

"I love him..."

"shit I fucking love him..."

"Your eyes are pretty.."

Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?

"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.

He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.

"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.

"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.

"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"

That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.

Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.

"your eyes are pretty..."

Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.

To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.

He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.

It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.

But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.

It was devastating indeed.

"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."

[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.

To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...

"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."

She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.

The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.

"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."

As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.

She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love

In each of their minds they made a choice...

"maybe just this once..."

"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."

"Just this once..."

"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."

There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.

For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?

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a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.

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Electric Summer

I decided to start something new! I know I said I was going to try to finish Coach Sy first but I just don't have ideas for it. And this would not leave me alone.

Summary: OFC is a camp counselor. She and Sy used to be childhood besties and used to have a summer fling. But when they get older and school ends. She thinks she'll never see him again.

Warnings: none

Let me know what you think. Comments and Reblogs are always welcome

This work is totally my own and I own all my mistakes. Obviously, I don't own Sy.. man I wish

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This was easily my favorite time of the year. I love the fall and the smell of the leaves and cozy blankets and warm drinks. It was a beautiful time of year. Fall was my favorite season. But this was not that. This was magic. Summer’s always were. Even when the sun went down at 9pm and the sky faded to black there was still an electric energy that burned in the air. The nights weren’t over just because the sun had fallen. In fact that was the time when the best memories were made. Especially here. It’s so cliche, but to me this is the happiest place on earth. Forget Disney world. No, the best times were had slipping away from mom and dad and spending the summer with friends you hadn’t seen all year, jumping in the lake, tipping a canoe, hiking through the woods at night, sneaking off to steal a kiss with your crush behind the cabin, and warming up around the campfire at night. 

This camp built me. It holds my dearest memories from my childhood and adolescents. When they messaged me and asked about coming back as a counselor it was an easy answer. 

I looked over at my best friend pouting on my bed while I packed my suitcase. 

“I can’t believe you’re gonna be gone all summer!” she grumbled. I laughed, shaking my head at her. 

“I told you, you could come too! They need more counselors.” I stated, matter of fact. She scrunched up her nose  and raised an eyebrow. 

“I love kids but I’m not very outdoorsy, no way I’d last all summer! I’m too pale to be in the sun that long.” she retorted

“Fair, we’ve been swimming once this year and you’re already burnt.” I chuckled. I put another towel in my bag and she took it out and threw it on the bed. I sighed.

“It’s not forever V, you can literally come visit me.” I said “I won’t be on my  phone much at all  but I can give you nightly updates before lights out!” I promised.

“Fine,” she conceded, repacking the towel for me. “But if you meet somebody and start some whirlwind summer love you better tell me immediately! I want all the details! We haven't spent this long apart literally since we became friends!” I laughed 

“I doubt it, but if the perfect man somehow manages to show up to sweep me off my feet at summer camp I’ll let you know!” I told her. 

“It could happen! Didn’t you have a lil summer boyfriend when you were younger?” She asked. I thought back to my days as a camper. All the friends I’d made, the silly little camp crushes. Then there was him. For 3 straight summers there was him. I tried to resist it at first. He was incredibly charming. A lot of the girls had a crush on him. He was energetic and funny and he had this big smile. That first summer we became fast friends. I tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t leave me alone. If I got up to leave the group he’d get up and ask where I was going. When we had to use the buddy system for a game or a hike. He would claim me before one of my girls could. His friends would get mad at him for it. I never understood it. But camp was only 2 weeks long. I didn’t have enough time to dwell on it. 

The next summer. He grew. He had to be at least a foot taller. His hair had grown out into these beautiful wild curls. I think maybe he’d started working out. He mentioned he was playing football in school. So maybe that was why he seemed more toned. He still had that big sweet smile. He’d grown into a gentle giant. It must’ve been fate that once again our cabins were paired together as a group. And because we’d become such good friends he sought me out immediately. Pulling me into a big hug. 

“Hey girl!” He beamed, squeezing me tight. “Glad we’re here together again, how have you been?” He asked enthusiastically. I chuckled, my arms still wrapped around his middle as I found my footing again. He’d practically lifted me off the ground. 

“It’s good to see you too, Logan.” I smiled. Despite how hard I tried, That summer, I could not deny that I had developed feelings for him. I was too shy to tell him. And I loved being friends with him. I didn’t want to lose that. However even though Logan didn’t seem to notice it was painfully obvious to one of my bunkmates. 

“You should tell him you like him!” Tasha said, sneaking up behind me. This particular day the girls in our cabin decided to ditch the boys, who were off  playing ultimate frisbee or something, and go on a hike. 

“What?” I said quickly. She shook her head. 

“Girl, you obviously have the biggest crush on Sy, you should tell him.” she repeated herself. I started to chew on my lip nervously. 

“Logan? I… tosh… he’s my best friend. Aside from you of course,” I assured her, “I can’t tell him.” I said. She sighed dramatically. 

“Why not? He’s literally so nice, the worst that would happen is he’d say he wants to stay friends.Plus I really think he likes you too!” she said hopefully. 

“You can’t know that.” I retorted. She shook her head at me again. 

“I’ve heard people talk about it. I was in the bathroom last night and I overheard these girls from cabin F talking, one of the girls said she’s really jealous of you because of the way Logan clings to you,” she argued. 

“He does not cling to me,” I said. 

“We had to tell him our hike was no boys allowed because he was gonna ditch the boys to come with us!” she cried. 

“Maybe he wanted to hike?” I argued. Tasha gave up and just laughed. 

“Girl you’re hopeless.” she said, as we continued to walk. 

A few days later the boys and girls cabin went on a night hike together. It was a tradition. Something we did every year. We walked through the woods when it got dark and played games as a group. I hated it. It freaked me out. I was not a horror movie fan and this was like an invitation for a demon to jump out and attack you. Needless to say I was scared the whole time. Sy picked up on it immediately. Sticking with me the whole time. Distracting me and making me laugh. And when I got really tense on the walk back he grabbed my hand. When we were back in the clearing by the cabins Tasha looked back at us and noticed our hands smiling to herself. She stopped walking until she was next to me on the other side and whispered in my ear. 

“Girl if you don’t tell him I will.” I pouted and gave her a look and she just laughed skipping ahead again to hold the hand of this year's camp boyfriend. Needless to say I still didn’t tell him. I spent the next week and a half doing everything I could to avoid it. 

On the last day of camp a few of us were sitting in the grass in the sun soaking up the last few hours together before our parents arrived and we had to say goodbye. We were talking about our favorite things we’d done this summer. What we were gonna miss. Promising to keep in touch. 

“Hey Logan, you know you only live like an hour from Lainie?” Tasha said all of a sudden. 

“Oh yeah?” He asked, looking over at me with a big smile on his face. 

“Mhmm.” she continued, "You guys could totally hang out sometime!” she exclaimed. 

“How did you know that?” I asked her suddenly.

“I looked it up,” she shrugged. I rolled my eyes but then looked over at Sy, his long legs stretched out in front of him on the grass, leaning back on his elbows, the sun shining down perfectly warming his face. He looked beautiful. He had a sparkle in his eye when I met his gaze. 

“What, you don’t wanna see me?” He pouted. “I think it’d be fun! You get your license in a couple weeks right?” He raised his brows eyes hopeful. I was surprised he remembered. We talked about it at campfire a couple nights ago. He told me he was saving up for his own car so he didn’t have to drive his brothers hand me down anymore. And I said I just couldn’t wait to be able to drive without my mom in the car. 

“Yeah,” I said, “I do, and of course I wanna see you Logan,” I blushed. 

“That’s perfect,” Tasha spoke again. “You guys could go on a date or something!” she winked. 

“Huh?” I choked. Glaring at her. Logan didn’t say anything. Or if he did I was too shocked to hear what he said. 

“Girl, don't act like you don’t have the biggest crush on him. We all know it.” I could feel everyone's eyes on me now and my cheeks were burning. 

“Is that true?” Logan asked softly. I couldn’t look at him. I chewed at my lip trying to come up with anything to make this go away but I couldn’t . 

“I-I …my parents are gonna be here soon! I need to finish packing!” I said and stood up quickly running toward the cabin. That wasn’t true. I packed everything this morning. I was bragging about it to him saying I had the whole rest of the day to enjoy what we had left of camp. He knew I was lying. I heard him call after me but I didn’t stop. Not until I got back to our cabin. The boys weren’t allowed there. I could stay there and hide until It was time to go. And that’s what I did. An hour later our counselor came to find me telling me my parents had arrived to take me home. I didn’t see Logan when I was leaving. I didn’t look for him. I was too embarrassed to find him to say goodbye. So I didn’t. I left without a word. And I felt horrible about it. 

Another year came and went. Logan and I never met up after summer. I didn’t text him. I was too afraid. And I’d never given him my number.  I was beside myself with nerves about returning to camp that next summer. It was my favorite place on earth. And my worst nightmare all wrapped into one. After the way I’d left things with him last year I was afraid to see him. I thought that maybe I’d get lucky and he wouldn’t be there the same week I was. Or we wouldn’t be in the same group. So at least I could avoid him. Even if it was gonna hurt. 

Of course that’s not what happened. Again our cabins were in a group. The first day I avoided making eye contact with him. And I always stuck with the girls. I didn’t want a chance for us to be alone together. Conveniently Tasha couldn’t make it to camp this year. So I was stuck in the mess she’d made without her help.  He and I were together for group activities but I didn’t talk much. I kept to myself. That worked for the first day. But it didn’t last long. During the afternoon at camp we didn’t have a lot of scheduled activities. So we could pretty much run around and do whatever we wanted. And since we were the late highschool aged group. We didn’t have to follow the “buddy system,”  They encouraged it but I guess if we went missing that was on us. It was just after lunch. Maybe 2pm. There was this little circle of bench swings in the park. It was a great place to gather as a group. A lot of times we would sit and reflect on the day there before the campfire at night. But right now no one was there. I liked to keep a journal while I was at camp. To keep all of the memories. So I sat on one of the swings with one leg folded under me and the other dangling off to push myself on the swing. I didn’t see him coming. I was too busy scribbling down all of  my thoughts. I didn’t notice anyone was there until I heard the creak of the chains from the swing directly across from mine. I looked up. Logan was sitting on the swing, his arms stretched over the back of it and rocking back and forth on his heel pushing the swing. I set my pen in my journal, closing it slowly, before I could speak, he said. 

“Please don’t run,” His voice sounded deeper somehow even though he spoke softly. I knew he was from the south. He always had a bit of a twang but I’d never noticed that drawl like I did now. When he was pleading with me. I swallowed hard and nodded. “I don’t like this,” He spoke again when I remained silent. “I hate that you’re ignoring me.” 

“I’m not…” I started

“You are,” He interrupted, letting out a deep sigh. “Lainie,” he said, my childhood nickname. The one he’d started to call me after we all shared fun facts about ourselves. It was the name all of my mothers family had called me since I was a baby. He’d never actually addressed me by my name from that point on. It was always a joke between us. A little sentiment that he claimed as his. It sounded sad now. As he pulled his eyes from the mulch on the ground to meet my gaze. “You are my best friend. You can talk to me. About anything. Hell, I’m closer with you than I am with any of my friends back home.” He said. “I know that things were kinda awkward when we left last summer but you didn’t even say goodbye.” He paused. I bit my lip, starting to feel emotional.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I was so embarrassed.” I finally admitted to him. “I didn’t mean to leave like that. But everyone was looking at me. And I was scared and I was afraid I was gonna lose you as a friend. But I guess I did that all on my own.” I sighed. 

Sy stood up and crossed the space from his swing to mine. He paused waiting to see if I’d make room for him. Naturally I did. He sat next to me. Stretching his arm out behind me on the back of the swing. 

“You couldn’t lose me if you tried darlin,”  A soft smile formed on his lips.  If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked sad.  I could tell that he was having an inner battle in himself.  “Why were you scared?”  He finally asked.  I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat.  There was no point in avoiding it now.  He had to know that I’ve had a crush on him.  Even I know that he isn’t too oblivious to realize that much.  I felt my breath hitch when I felt his hand cover my shoulder.  A gentle squeeze and a soft storking of his thumb brought my eyes to his.

“Because I didn’t want anything to change, what we’ve got going is good,” I spoke barely above a whisper. 

“Why would…” He started. But I cut him off before I lost my nerve. 

“Because Tasha was right. I did..do have a big crush on you. But it’s silly, and you’re such a great friend to me Logan, I didn’t want to lose that because of how I was feeling.” I rambled. 

“Huh,” He breathed. “You have a crush on me? I never would of guessed.” He smirked. I pouted and smacked his shoulder. 

“Sy, I’m serious!” I ran my hand through my hair and turned away from him to nervous to hold eye contact. I heard him chuckle softly before I felt his fingertips gently brush across my jaw turning me back to face him. 

“I know, I’m sorry,” he paused regaining his composure. “You really think I didn’t notice?” He raised both brows and had a gentle smile on his lips. 

“You knew?” I muttered softly still so embarrassed about the whole situation. 

“It’s kinda what I what I was hoping for, I’ve only been flirtin’ with ya for two summers now,” He laughed. It was my turn to be confused. I raised an eyebrow. This only caused him to laugh more. 

“You?” I paused trying to wrap my head around what I was trying to say. “Wait so?” 

“I’d have loved to have taken you out, If you’d have given me the chance.” He explained. I hung my head resting it my hands and groaned. 

“I’m an idiot.” I sighed. 

“No,” Sy said, “I should have said something sooner, and Tosh shouldn’t have called you out like that. I’d known for a while but, I really liked the way things were between us. I didn’t see a reason for us to push anything.” He said slowly pulling my hand away from my face and lacing his fingers with mine. 

“You really liked me this whole time.” I said finally looking up at him, relaxing a bit when he smiled. 

“Since the day I met you.” He admitted. I smiled. And squeezed his hand I sat up moving to sit closer to him. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could one of the counselors was interrupting us.

“Hey guys you know the rules. No purpling, No PDA,” They warned us and stood there until Sy let go of my hand.  They nodded at us before walking off to montier the rest of the play ground. Some of the younger age groups were playing in the park. ‘No purpling’ such a stupid metaphor. Girls are red boys are blue if red and blue touch it makes purple. It was so annoying. 

“I hate that damn rule.” He grumbled. I giggled softly. 

“Yeah, me too.” we both just looked at each other and smiled. 

After that moment we spent the rest of that summer by each others side. Camp always seemed like such a short time and this time it seemed like it was slipping away even faster. We never made anything official but we did hold hands when no one was looking and occasionally we would sneak off from the group to have time alone. 

One evening after dinner a few of us decided we wanted to take out some canoes on the lake. Of course the two of us took one out on our own. For some reason that night Sy  was quiet. He had been a lot of the day. I finally decided to ask him about it. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few minutes of silence had passed while we floated in the middle of the lake. 

“Yeah,” He answered quickly “Why?” He wouldn’t meet my eye. 

“You’ve just been quiet, is something bothering you? You can talk to me.” I assured him. He sat there for a few seconds without saying anything before letting out a deep breath. 

“This is gonna be my last summer at camp.” He said softly. My heart sank. I knew he was about a year older than me. And we could only come back as campers through the year after we graduated high school. But he was about to start his Senior year. He still had one more summer. 

“But you haven’t graduated yet. You can still come back next year!” I said hopefully. 

“It’s not that,” He bit his lip looking out at the water still refusing to look at me. “I signed up for the military. I’m gonna be in the army. I start basic right after I graduate. And then they’ll send me wherever they need me.” He said finally meeting my eyes. 

“Oh,” I nodded. “So, after this summer, we won’t ever see each other again.” I said sadly. 

“Hey, no,” he said, grabbing my hand, “We still got a whole year. I could come see you or you could drive to me and we… we could make this…” He trailed off. 

“Logan,” my voice cracked as I started to speak. “You and I both know it’s not going to work. You’re going to be so busy with football and your friends and your family. And I will be too.” I felt him squeeze my hand and he nodded, a sad look in his eyes. 

“I know, but I just got you, I don’t wanna let go yet.” He said. I felt a tear fall and I wiped it away quickly, not wanting to make him feel any worse. 

“Maybe, we were only ever meant to have summer.” I said. 

“Yeah,” He whispered. “Guess we better make the most of it.” 

We spent every second we could together the rest of camp. Hell he even walked me to the bathroom. It killed me to know this was all we were ever going to be. I’d never met anyone like Logan before. I hated to say that I was in love with him. I mean I was only 16 but. It sure felt like it. We did every activity together, sat together at dinner. And he’d put his arm around me at campfire when the adults weren’t looking. The night before camp was over was the annual night hike. He knew how much I hated it. So while the rest of the group headed off into the woods he grabbed my hand and led us to another trail that led to an open grassy field. The boys usually played frisbee or softball out here. 

“Logan,” I whispered. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” I said. 

“They’ll never notice we’re gone.” He said. Pulling me into his chest and hugging me tight holding me for a moment. “I just wanna be alone with you.” he mumbled into my hair. He walked us out to the middle of the field and sat down pulling me down with him. “Come here.” He said laying back on the grass and pulling me into his side. I snuggled up to him laying my head on his chest. We laid like that for a while just silent. Looking at the stars above us. 

“I don’t wanna leave tomorrow. I don’t want to have to say goodbye.” He said. I felt myself start to tear up but I forced them down. 

“Are you scared?” I asked. 

“No,” He admitted shaking his head. “My dad was in the service and my grandpa, my older brother. It’s just what we do.” He said. 

“I hate this.” I sighed. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore or him. 

“Me too darlin.” he said. We laid there in silence again. Until he spoke. “Would it… would it be too selfish to ask you to wait for me?” He asked. I felt tense. I sat up laying my hand on his chest and turned to look at him. 

“Logan, you don’t need me to wait for you, you’ll meet some pretty girl in your home town. Some girl you can come back home too when it’s all over. You’ll have long forgotten about me when you come home.”

“I could never forget you Lainie,” He said softly. My breath hitched. His eyes bore deeply into mine. Even with nothing but the moon light and the stars lighting his face I could see he meant it. 

“Sy,” I whispered. He caressed my cheek sitting up to close the distance between us. This would be the first time we’d ever kissed. Maybe the last. I could feel his breath against my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. 

“There you two are!” The boys councelor called from across the clearing. “What were you thinking you had us all worried!” We’d been caught. 

We didn’t kiss that night. We never did. The next day when my parents came to get me. He stood there outside of our cabin holding me tight. Neither of us wanted to let go. But he didn’t kiss me goodbye. We couldn’t do it. I guess it was better not to know what we were missing. 

“I’m never gonna stop thinking about ya,” He said. As we finally pulled away. 

“Neither will I.” I said 

That was 7 years ago. We didn’t see each other after that. I cried and sulked the rest of that summer. 

I shook my head bringing me back to the present. My best friend still sitting on my bed looking at me expectantly. 

“Hello, Lainie,” she snapped her fingers. 

“What? Uh yeah, I guess I did have a summer fling. I mean, we were never official, never kissed or anything. But that was years ago. Who know’s where he is now.” I said. 

“Who knows. Fate has this way of bringing people together.” She said. I shook my head. 

“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” I laughed.

“And you’re hopeless, would it kill you to belive in fairtales. Or romance.”  she argued. I just laughed. 

“You know what you’re right. You never know what will happen this summer, camp always has been a magical place.” I said. 

A few hours later I was finally on the road. I felt the excitement rise up inside me as I passed the familiar rode signs. I was almost there. I thought my heart was gonna burst when I pulled into the long drive under the main archway. After parking my car I walked up to the main building to meet with the camp director. 

“Lainie!” She smiled greeting me with a hug. “I’m so happy you were able to join the team this year!” She beamed. 

“I jumped at the opportunity Becca, I wouldn’t miss it!” I said. 

“We’re glad to have you, I’ll get you checked in so you can get settled and get your cabin set up and meet your co-coucelor. You’re with one of the boys cabins. You’ll be in cabin E and He and his boys are in A.” She smiled. 

“Okay sounds great!” I was buzzing with excitement. 

“I’ll let you get to it,” she said “I’m sure you remember where everything is!” 

I unpacked my car and carried my bag and suitcase to my cabin. It felt so good to be back. I started to unpack and make up my bunk when I heard a knock on the screen door. I figued it must’ve been my co-concelor coming to meet me. I walked to the door stepping out on to the porch of the Cabin, seeing a man standing there. He was maybe 6,1 his hair was buzzed short. And he had a full beard. He had broad shoulders and a warm smile. His eyes went wide when they landed on me. And the moment I met the I knew why. “Lainie?” He asked. Still with that deep southern drawl. 

“Logan?”

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This is not the end of this story at all! There is much more to come here I can't wait to get started!!

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Not Strong Enough (Chap 2)

Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

(Pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: none so far, notify me if there are any

A/N: Hola, here is chap 2, any thoughts?

Masterlist

Chap 1

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Chap 2

"Tell me, tell meeee, Jenna come on, I want to know who the cute doctor is." Aliyah bombarded Jenna with questions as she landed her feet inside their living room.

"Okay, okay shut up. So the cute doctor is slightly taller than me, the cute doctor also has a charming smile and a melodic laugh, and the cute doctor also knows how to dress, because damn that outfit." Jenna tells her sister all smiley and in a dreamy state.

"That sounds like the cute doctor fell into a magic well in a fairytale and worked his way out to live in the real world." Aliyah answered while having doubts that this man can be that good that it made her sister freeze "Okay stop with the damn smile Jenna, its like I'm feeling how your jaw hurts right now and I'm getting scared with how wide your smile can go."

And Jenna throws a pillow at Aliyah "Shut up, you just don't know how it feels to be this enchanted... and also it is not a he/him, it is a her so suck it." And started to go up to her room.

While Aliyah was left stunned in their living room, because she didn't know that her sister swing that way.

Jenna plopped in her bed and texted her mom.

To Mom:

I just got home and the pizzas are in the break room. How is this the first time I saw Dr. Y/L/N?

Fr Mom:

Maybe because this is the first time you visit me in the hospital while I'm in the surgery department.

To Mom:

How come you never really worked at the surgery department?

And why is this the first time I saw Dr. Y/L/N?

Why did you not choose the surgery department?

Fr Mom:

Jenna, what's with all the questions with me, the hospital, and Y/N?

Do you like her?

To Mom:

What? No.

Fr Mom:

Sure. I'll see you later before dinner. I love you.

Hours and hours have past and Jenna can't stop thinking of her interaction with Y/N and she is tiring herself to think of ways on how can she meet you more and interact with you more. Then a bright thought occurred to her, why not pick her mom up in the hospital after the party and then she will have the chance to meet Y/N again. She taps her back as a congratulations for the great idea that she planned.

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Meanwhile in the hospital, Y/N is now full of energy and filled with happiness since she saw her long time crush, and she got to talk to her and somehow flirt with her, if you squint.

Y/N still can't manage to talk to Jenna's mom because she is scared that she'll ask for the hand of her daughter for marriage and it is too early, waaaay to early for that. So as much as possible, she follows her co-resident surgeon, Dr. Beatrice -her best friend for three months-, do a routine check up with her patients.

"What happened?" Beatrice asked Y/N.

"What? What do you mean happened? Nothing happened, just normal hospital stuff you know." with a shit eating grin plastered on Y/N face.

Beatrice abruptly stop in walking which caused Y/n to collide with Beatrice's back.

"Don't lie to me, I heard that Natalie's daughter went here and you accompanied her." Beatrice said with a smirk and continued walking.

"Well, you are right. What's the matter with that? I see no wrong, I am just the normal me." Y/N answered and tried to defend herself.

"Oh really, you interacting with the person that you are crushing with didn't gave you that much of an energy and a lot of bounce in your steps huh." Beatrice teased Y/N.

"I mean, how can I not be this happy. I get to meet my favourite actress and yes, you are absolutely right, I get to talk with her and even shared some jokes, I also get to spend time with her even just for a little and Imightjustgavehermynumber." Y/N said while saying the last few words faster than one should speak.

Beatrice looked at Y/N with wide eyes "YOU WHAT NOW?"

"I mean... I... maybe we could be friends" Y/N said nonchalantly but she really hoped that Jenna would text her, and be more then friends.

Beatrice sighs, not wanting to ruin Y/N's dreams, so what she did is to support her "Okay, If that's what you want to happen then go, I will support you. But let me remind you that she is not just your average normal girl, she's not like us. There is a lot of people that wants her and she is a celebrity let me remind you."

"I am not hoping to be her girlfriend, I don't even know if she likes girls. Being a friend, or just to be in her outer circle or even just a hospital guide would be fine with me." Y/N said with a sigh realising what Beatrice told her, that being with Jenna might be one of the most impossible thing that she can do, with their lives being so different.

Beatrice noticed the sudden mood change and tried to console Y/N "I'm sorry, I'm just being realistic and I don't want you to get your hopes up. But I just want you to know that whatever path you take, whether you try to risk a chance or stand still, I'm with you." Beatrice ended with her good ol' comforting smile and gave Y/N a side hug.

"Thanks Bea, that means a lot." Y/N said while multiple thoughts and scenarios race inside her head.

Beatrice and Y/N continued to check-up on their patients

---

In the meantime at the Ortega's house

"Dad, you can rest tonight, I can pick up Mom from the hospital" Jenna said to her father while Aliyah is giving her a side eye because she knows the real reason why her sister wants to go to the hopital.

"Oh, would that be alright? Are you sure?" Her dad asked.

"Yes dad, surely. You can take a rest tonight and I will pick up mom." Jenna answered

"Okay honey, if that's what you want. I'll let your mom know." Her dad told her as he called his wife and Jenna went up to her bedroom again to find the perfect fit.

---

The sun is starting to get replaced by the moon and the clock is nearing the number 6 indicating that her mom will be out of work soon and she needs to pick her up.

Jenna is just retouching herself in front of her vanity while waiting for her mom to answer the call.

"Hi Mom, did dad told you that I'll pick you up tonight?" Jenna said as soon as she heard that her mom picked up the call.

"Yes, he did, I'll be waiting for you in front of the hospital okay?" Her mom instructed her but Jenna instantly declined" No, NO Mom. I'll be going up to you, so that I can help you with your bags." Jenna answered

"Oh no it is okay I got my bags handled, I can meet you in front so you won't need to park and go up." Her mom insisted.

But Jenna oh Jenna, she doesn't want to let this chance to see you again slip away before her, so she plead.

"Mom, please, please let me just go up there on your floor, help you with the bags, and escort you to the car." Jenna tried to pull her puppy eyes even if her mom can't see her. With a sigh her mom answered her "Okay, sure, but you owe me an explanation on why you want to go here."

And they ended up the call, tapping herself in the back for another victory.

Before Jenna pulls the car up from their garage she know thinks on how can she starts a conversation with Y/N through puns like:

"When you get bladder infection, does that mean urine trouble?"

"You know pms jokes aren't funny; period."

or a a lyric with the word "hello"

"Hello, its me by Adele"

"I Said Hi by Amy Shark"

after minutes of typing and erasing, Jenna situated with a question to send to Y/N.

---

While Y/N is cleaning her desk and putting aside her things, she heard a notification from her phone and saw a text from an unknown number. And with that, Y/N bolts out from where she is and is determined to find Natalie.

Checking every corner and every room, she just can't find Jenna's mom, and with the final door in the end of the corridor, Y/N saw Natalie going out of a patient's room and run to her.

Out of breath, strands of hair sticking with her sweaty face, bend over with hand in her knee trying to catch her breath, Y/N started to speak "Nat... Jenna messaged me... she is calling you... and texting you... but you ain't answering... but she wants me... to tell.. you that.. she will be... picking you... up tonight." Y/N tried her best to form that sentence with how out of breath she was and she just wish that the words are coherent and Natalie understand her.

With the words that Y/N said, Natalie was so confused, because why would Jenna message Y/N that she would be the one picker her up if they were absolutely talking directly to each other a few minutes ago.

But Natalie just shrugged it off and goes with the flow, she now have some questions to ask to Jenna. "Oh sweetie, thank you, I left my phone inside my bag, maybe that is why Jenna can't contact me."

"No problem Nat, I thought you went out to get an uber instead since I can't find you everywhere, glad I caught you." Y/N said with a smile on her self, feeling so proud because she accomplished a task that Jenna asked her to do.

"Why don't you come home with us, your house is just on the way to ours." Natalie offered so she can surprise her daughter.

"Oh no, its fine, I'm going to Ava and Bea's house tonight, we'll be having dinner." Y/N answered sadly, even if she wants to join the mother and daughter on the drive home, she has a prior dinner to go to.

The elevator dinged and there goes Jenna walking out and seeing her mom and the cute doctor speaking. It made her blush knowing that Y/N and her mom is bonded which can also mean that she can see Y/N more.

"Hey mom, did Y/N told you that I'd be picking you up tonight? I can't contact your phone so I messaged her instead." Jenna said, using her talent in acting. How she delivered the line was so good, her own mother could ever forget the phone call that they just had and believe her own daughter right now.

Natalie was so surprised on how her daughter is acting up in front of Y/N and just ride with her daughter's acting. "Well yes hon, I thought your father csn't pick me up today so I was about to ride an uber, but Y/N here ran for her life and told me that you will be picking me up."

And with that, that is Jenna's cue to look at Y/N with her smiling face looking so proud with her two thumbs up, signaling that she did her job and it is well done.

"Let me just get my bags and I'll be back" Natalie excused herself.

Jenna take a few steps closer to Y/N and said "Sorry for the rush, I really just can't message her. But also thank you for the effort, looks like you saved the night." an squeezed Y/N's biceps which made her think "Fucking hell, is she going to the gym? Is she that beefy?"

Y/n then answered with a smile "Well yeah, it is dangerous nowadays to take an uber and this might be a bonding for the two of you so, yeah no problem." and made her think "If I am only made to be Jenna's servant, I would proudly do my duty and serve her with every ounce of energy that I have."

Natalie coughs, that broke the staring contest that the Y/N and Jenna is having without them really noticing it because the both of them was really inside their own head.

"Well, we will be going Y/N, stay safe okay? I'll see you tomorrow." and Natalie hugged Y/N

"Do you wanna grab a ride from us? As a thank you perhaps?" Jenna added with a hint of hope that Y/N will agree.

"Oh no, thank you, as much as I want to, I have a prior dinner I need to go to" Y/N answered with a sad smile. And with that, she waved her hand to the two Latinas walking away from her until the elevator doors closed.

An arm embraced her which she guessed is Beatrice, which she is right and said "Okay lover girl, stop moping, we have a dinner in our house, cheer up yeah. Many more days and nights you'll be seeing your princess." and smirked

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Chap 3

A/N: hope you liked the second chapter, I am very much open to your thoughts and queries. Sorry this is all that I can give for Chap 2, I was so sleepy, lol. Thanks for reading! (not proofread).

[bonny-kookoo]

ooh bonny I'm a sucker for angst 🤧 I gotta know (if you please) how things went for snowball princess before jin came back and/or while she was away from yoongi for basic training?

The clock ticking is an odd sound now.

It mixes with the low buzzing of the fridge starting and stopping occasionally, as you sit alone in Yoongis kitchen. There's a plastic container of leftovers from last night in front of you- reheated all by yourself, the microwave no longer scary after having taught yourself how to use it. Earlier, there was a staff member here, checking if you needed anything.

But now, you're alone. Truly so.

Yoongi won't come back like he did before- you'll sleep alone tonight, and somehow, it's not sad to you. Just.. odd. It feels strange to just not know what the guys are doing right now- whether or not they might think of you even. Probably not, since they're all distracted with training, new friends, and making sure they do well.

Will they be changed when they return? Will that new version still like you the same?

The first night alone passes by in a blur. You didn't eat the leftovers Yoongi made sure to pack up for you, instead you watch staff dump the contents out into the appropriate trash since they're now unsafe to eat for you. You feel oddly guilty watching it happen. Like it's your fault it spoiled.

It's obvious staff doesn't know what to really do with you.

You don't need anything, don't request anything- you eat standard instant noodles since they're easy to prepare, having watched the guys make them time and time again. And yet, even though you swear you did all the steps the exact same as Jungkook does-

It doesn't taste the same. Instead, it just makes you sad, salty tears quietly dripping into the bowl of noodles and broth you got in front of you.

You know you're just lonely. Your instincts just overreact to the unusual situation you're now in, none of your comfort people around anymore to give you any sense of security. It reminds you that you're not the same as them- that you'll never be the same, that there's always be some things you can't understand, and others they can't understand either.

You hide in bed the next day. Only come out when the staff member checks up on you.

When Yoongi returns, it's strange again- he comments on your low energy here and there, but after many answers of reassurance from your side, and even a doctor's appointment, it's clear that nothing is physically wrong with you. Nothing to worry.

It's just an inevitable change that's bound to happen at your age, or so the specialist had told Yoongi.

He refuses to really accept that- pushes it aside, and tries to take care of you the same way he did before. And it seems to work, at least in his eyes; you spend time again together, eat together, sleep together. Sometimes you spend your day at someone else's house, other times you stay inside the whole day. Yoongi takes you with him to visit his parents even, where you play with the family dog for a little and converse with his brother who'd visited coincidentally at the same time, before you go back home and get back into routine.

It's only when Jin returns, that Yoongi has to face reality.

"She's.. very quiet." Seokjin comments, as he sits on the couch, your head on his thigh as you sleep after dinner, lavishly cooked by him. "Have you maybe asked her to get-"

"We've been there already. They say it's 'normal considering her age'." Yoongi mumbles quietly, picking at his last bites on his plate before he abandons any further attempt at finishing his portion of the dinner, leaning back in the sofa as well, away from the table. "But it's so sudden. Maybe.. I don't know. Could it be something else?" He asks, and Jin looks at him.

"You mean mentally?" He asks, and the rapper nods. "Maybe. This has to be stressful for her, after all. Let's hope that maybe with one by one coming back, she'll come around as well." He sighs, running a hand over your head before he lets his palm settle on your shoulder. "I trust her that she'll tell us if she needs help."

"I hope she does." Yoongi worries, watching you sleep on his friend's lap-

Looking awfully troubled, even while dreaming.

[yazthebookish]

I posted my take on the Lightsinger theory and Gwyn's "luring" powers theory on Reddit two days ago but thought I'll reshare it here (with some additional thoughts)

The only canon information we have on Lightsingers:

Nesta winced. Cassian went on as she scanned the bog, "There are lightsingers: lovely, ethereal beings who will lure you, appearing as friendly faces when you are lost. Only when you're in their arms will you see their true faces, and they aren't fair at all. The horror of it is the last thing you see before they drown you in the bog. But they kill for sport, not food."

Does this correlate with anything Gwyn did in ACOSF? The answer is no.

I am not saying it is impossible for her to be a Lightsinger though where things stand it's unlikely in my opinion, but I'd attribute any potential powers either singing or glowing to her River Nymph heritage. We have no idea of her powers and she's also half High Fae of course she'll have powers like every other High Fae.

I think a lot of the "canon evidence" are different interpretations of the text but sometimes try to present itself as concrete evidence or proof when it isn't. Some attribute her singing during the services as the cause to Nesta having vision of the Prison and the Harp, but that also means we will have to ask what connection is there between Lightsingers and the Prison/Harp? And some believe it's the lyrics that trigger the vision as they're written in the ancient language and "Nesta saw what the song spoke of". Some believe Nesta power reacting to the crackling energy around Gwyn is a sign that she is a Lightsinger, but like... that's an indicator she has powers just like how Nesta in a later chapter felt Merrill's ornerry power. How is crackling energy means it's a Lightsinger when we never saw them? Powers recognize each other sometimes, just like how Feyre was surprised when Eris was able to detect a cold flame in the Dagger Nesta forged when it was given to him as a gift (like calls to like, Eris also has flame power).

In the bonus chapter, it's described at one point that the Shadows danced with Gwyn's breath as if it heard some Silent MUSIC (emphasis on music and not song). What was referred to as Music between Souls? The mating bond. Interestingly enough it was that same night when Nessian consummated their bond and they were connected by a music between their souls. So that could be a hint, and at the end of the scene Azriel hears a distant beautiful singing and the shadows sing back, hard to tell whether if it's Gwyn, who went back to trying to cut the ribbon, starts to sing or it's also another wording for a hint at the mating bond (also called the Song of the Soul).

I'm more keen to believe it's the mating bond because there are far more parallels and similar mate language to support it across all her three series and if someone is going to tell me "but Lorcan's chest glowed after he took the blood oath from Aelin—" my love context matters in this case and it doesn't invalidate the 10+ examples I can pull out of similar mate language like in the bonus chapter.

To ADD, for Azriel to be lured to the library at 7pm because of said Lightsinger singing, he has to be able to HEAR the singing for the power to influence him and Azriel didn't hear any singing, he was conscious and aware of his actions. It was mentioned Nesta sang with Gwyn at the services frequently and she didn't make any comments on a vision being triggered or her constantly seeking out Gwyn so there are holes in those kind of conclusions—again, because we never see Lightsingers on page.

"But when he arrives to the library it chimed 7pm!! That's when they sing for the dusk service" welp that's another hole in the theory, it depends on Azriel being drawn to the library because of Gwyn's singing but if he showed up at the library and they don't sing until 7pm then before the clock chimes at 7pm, they weren't singing so... not a convincing answer. Also, Clotho is usually seen during those services and Azriel still found her at her desk.

Early on when ACOSF came out, some readers made connections between Lightsingers and Shadowsingers and made the assumption that Lightsingers are the Shadowsingers' Light counterparts. That's why you had people musing about Azriel's mate being a Lightsinger, but canonically Lightsingers are evil once we go back to the text but we don't even see them to know for sure how they wield their powers or if they even sing because Shadowsinger Azriel doesn't need to sing when he uses his power.

In an Elain book (in this scenario it's her and Azriel), I don't see any purpose of Gwyn being revealed as a Lightsinger or anything about her powers because it'll be used as a plot device for an Elain/Azriel romance rather than contribute to Gwyn's own growth and that's why I don't like it. It will have implications on Nesta and the Valkyries dynamic too. If that's the case it will mean Gwyn will need more page time in an Elain and Azriel book to tackle something like that, especially if they're going to "help" her since that's the reasoning I see often—that she's not evil but she doesn't know it and if she did they will help her but like... why? To make her realize she has been keeping them apart or that she wanted a necklace she didn't even have any clue about.

Given Gwyn's history who even at the end of the book said despite training it didn't erase the fact that she let her sister die, she is still dealing with survivor's guilt, she still refuses to wear the priestesses stone, and also her desire to leave the library and see the world (which we didn't see yet). She has a lot of promise as a character than be a plot device for someone else's relationship.

The way I see it, Gwyn's theoretical powers is used to absolve Azriel of any accountability for his actions (ala Necklacegate) because it's not a good look on him, so it's better to pin it on someone else by saying he was lured against his will (since I often see that the reasoning behind her presence in the bonus chapter is to hint at her powers).

So if I have to read about Gwyn dealing with her powers whether they're good or bad, I'd rather see it from her point of view and for it to be beneficial for her own personal arc and healing journey. My problem isn't her having questionable powers (which I don't mind because many SJM characters had questionable powers but used it for good), I don't want it to be used as a plot device for another couple just to smear her as a character and clear the actions of the other male character so his "love interest" doesn't blame him for his actions.

Whew, this was long but I adore Gwyn and I am not a fan of the current version of the Lightsinger theory. I think even if SJM makes it happen, it would probably play out way differently than the fandom expects.

Also, it's not in SJM's style to use other woman drama in her romances. The other women are often 💀 or insignificant past lovers. I don't see her taking that route with Gwyn at all.

She could be half Asteri and I would still love her and be eager to explore her powers and story, I just don't like it being used to further another couple's conflict or whatever (they already have Rhys and Lucien).

And no, I hate the idea of Gwyn being controlled by either Koschei or Merrill because it takes away her agency and the suggestion here is about her doing things that harms others, how will that not have any implications on Nesta and Emerie and the trio's healing journey? Given her own tragic history and the fact that she was helpless and powerless to help her twin sister and she's still dealing with survivor's guilt over it all.

"Why did you sign up for this, then?" Nesta drank the glass Gwyn extended. "If you already have mind-calming exercises you're accustomed to?"

"Because I don't ever want to feel powerless again," Gwyn said softly, and all those easy smiles and bright laughs were gone. Only stark, pained honesty shone in her remarkable eyes.

Her being controlled is putting her in a powerless position again because she has no choice but to do Koschei or "evil" Merrill's bidding that could potentially harm Nesta and the others. I despite it.

And if I have to read about any comparisons between Gwyn and Ianthe as proof that priestesses can be evil, I'll go insane.

Also, if Gwyn's power can influence anyone through her singing, it would've influenced every single person in the services. It would have influenced other members of the IC. This particular theory is weak and depends one interpretation of the text that tries to present itself as evidence of an evil creature that never even shows up on page.

Gwyn wasn't added in the bonus chapter by coincidence. Sarah confirmed she left crumbs all over the book and specifically his bonus chapter, and what we speculate may or may not be confirmed in the next book so you can't dismiss the bonus by saying it has no relevance when the author said she left crumbs for readers to theorize about, which leads me to believe she wants us to come up with different theories until she publishes the next book where we'll know for sure if we nailed it or not.

[kokomos]

❂ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

jessica riley relationship headcanons

+ Always so excited when she gets to see you! Runs up to you and traps you in a bear hug before giving you sloppy kisses on your cheeks.

+ Hates being away from you for long periods of time. She's a bit of a clingy girlfriend meaning she wants a lot of your free time to be spent with one another. Whenever you two are apart she's planning the next time she can see you, she can't help but miss you!

+ Constant physical affection is a must if you're dating her. She loves the reassurance she gets when you touch her. Her favorite is when you wrap an arm around her waist to get real close to her. Adores having your face in the crook of her neck.

+ Definitely treats your lap like her own personal throne; enjoys the feelings of your hands holding onto her hips and thighs.

+ Kind of like a puppy in love; she's quick to blindly follow her heart and it hurts her more often than not.

+ Feels compelled to do anything in her power to make your life easier ie. do the chores she knows you dread.

+ Since before you two even officially started dating, she's given you so many nicknames in passing that you're sure she can't even keep track of the ones assigned to you. Her go-to is the casual babe or baby. She also wouldn't mind if you called her princess every now and again.

+ She's always asking you questions about yourself. It's important to her that the both of you are knowledgeable on the topic of each other. It's something that makes her feel more close to you than anyone else.

  - "If you could do anything, like anything ever, for the rest of your life, what would you wanna do? By the way, you can say me, I wouldn't mind complying with that answer at all."

+ Quick with the comebacks. Be prepared to lose gracefully if you ever get into an argument with her because there's no way she's letting you win.

+ So playful with everyone but the most with you! She tries to live life somewhat lightheartedly believing that's what can bring her the most happiness.

+ Prefers to forgive and forget. Doesn't understand the whole idea of focusing so much energy onto someone in order to get revenge. If the opportunity presents itself that's another thing though!

+ She's an open book once she trusts you and it doesn't take a lot for her to put her trust in someone. Doesn't care about the risks involved with loving and losing someone, she sees it as a necessary part of life.

+ Big gossiper!! Constantly pulling you aside during an event to catch you up real quick on any updates with the drama. Please be enthusiastic/receptive while she's talking to you about this kind of stuff! She means no harm by it and stays positive about the people involved unless they've done something totally heinous.

  - "I need to tell you what I just found out about that girl and her boyfriend. So last weekend, when she was visiting family out of town…"

+ Says she needs your help to do her braids but really she can do them by herself in under five minutes. She'll take any chance she can to feel your fingers in her hair.

+ On days where she's feeling lazy, she makes you do her whole make-up routine. No mercy, she doesn't care if you guys sit there for hours, it needs to be done and it needs to be done right. She shows her gratuity with a shower of compliments and calculated kisses as to not mess up all your hard work.

  - "Oh my god, babe! You're so good at this, I should make you do my make-up every day. Kidding, don't worry."

+ Secretly insecure behind all that confidence. She can become pretty defensive in an argument with you, often lashing out because she feels threatened. What she really needs is reassurance that you're not attacking her, you just want resolution or to talk about the problem at its core.

+ Jess is the type of girlfriend that wants to be treated like a trophy wife… even without the ring.

— ♡☆

a/n: dedicated to the anon who requested :) i hope i did jess some justice!!

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika request? Have we done this yet:

Modern AU where reader and Sevika live together. Sevika is usually up well before reader is and she'll wake reader up most days before she heads off to work. She will usually text cute little things until her gf wakes up. Except...she gets no answers. :(

When reader finally is up, she's called off work sick as a dog and finally texts Sevika back. But Sevika being the lovely butch she is takes the rest of the day off work to take care of her gf 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

CUTEEEEEEE

men and minors dni

most mornings, sevika's gone for work before the sun even rises.

it sucks, but you guys find ways to work around it.

you cook her breakfasts the night before and leave them out for her to re-heat in the mornings.

she always kisses you when she leaves. (sometimes you wake up under her lips and smile at her, sometimes you sleep through it, but every morning you wake up with a little smudge of brown lipstick on your forehead or cheek.)

she leaves a cup of coffee or tea waiting for you in the microwave before she goes--made just the way you like it.

and, your favorite part of your morning routine, sevika will text you all morning until you wake up and text her back.

sometimes it's pictures of the sunrise, sometimes it's links to a podcast she was listening to on the way to work, sometimes it's jokes or complaints or, on special occasions, a saucy selfie or two.

sevika's favorite part of her morning is getting the first text back from you, sometimes a paragraph, sometimes an eye-roll emoji, but always signed off with a heart and a 'have a good day baby.' from you.

so she's a little worried when 8 am rolls around and she hasn't heard from you.

she texts you to check up on you, sometimes you get distracted or too busy to text her back. 'good morning baby.'

9 am rolls around and she still hasn't heard from you. she starts to worry a lot.

she gives you a call. it goes straight to voicemail.

she's about ready to call 911 when she finally hears back from you.

10:35 am, her phone pings, and she nearly breaks her neck trying to get to her desk to pick it up and read your message.

'just woke up with a fever. called out sick. feel like shit :('

you slept through your alarm, woke up with your eyes and nostrils crusted and your alarm blaring three hours later than you usually do.

your boss, thank god, had just recovered from the same bug that seems to be going around your office, so he was understanding when you called out sick.

you don't even have the energy to get to the kitchen after you slam the alarm off and update your boss and sevika. you just stumble to the bathroom to vomit, splash some water on your face, then return to bed to sleep.

you're surprised when, only forty minutes after you close your eyes, you're being shaken awake by sevika. "sev?" you mumble, sitting up in bed. "w' time is it?"

"almost noon." she says. you frown.

"you got work." you pout. sevika snorts, ducking down to kiss your forehead.

"you're burning up." she says, pulling away with a pout. you're still confused, staring up at her with a furrow in your brow. "i took the day off."

despite how shitty you feel, you still manage to feel a warm, affectionate thrum in your heart. sevika looks away from your sweet smile, flustered, and your love for her only grows.

you reach out and squeeze her hand. "gonna put on a little nurse's uniform for me?" you ask, waggling your eyebrows at her. sevika bursts into laughter and flicks your forehead again.

"you don't have the energy for all that right now."

"i can still enjoy the view." you say. sevika chuckles, then kisses your cheek again.

"go back to bed." she mumbles against you. "'m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup and tea. got some medicine for you too." she says. you sigh, snuggling into the pillow beneath you.

"you're the best." you mumble. sevika smiles and your heart skips a beat. "but..."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish. you put on your best pathetic-sick-puppydog eyes and blink up at her.

"you think you might wanna cuddle for a while before you make soup?" you ask. sevika grins.

"scoot over." she says, unbuttoning her shirt and kicking her shoes off. you grin.

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[mrsgreenworld]

Okay, I think what I initially planned as only a 2-chapter fic is going to be a three or maybe even four-parter. I also wanted to try and write this chapter from Yaman's POV.

I don't own the show or the characters, they all belong to the Yabani writers, producers and the production company. This is only fanfiction.

Time, Distance And Healing (Chapter 2)

Yaman pulls up at the main entrance to the house and kills the engine. He sneaks a glance at Alaz who's looking out of the car window thoughtfully.

"Home, sweet home" Alaz murmurs quietly.

"C'mon, let's get inside, everyone's waiting for you" Yaman says with all the enthusiasm he can master, even though he's panicking on the inside and has been in the state of paralyzing dread all their ride home.

He knows that his ever so perceptive little brother suspects something. That's why Yaman almost spilled his guts several times. He's torn between the desire to be honest and just wanting his little brother next to him. Even though they talked over the phone almost every day, they've barely seen each other over the last 5 years. Alaz came back only once, for the wedding. Yaman's visited him a few times in America, alone as well as with their siblings, and the last time a few months ago with Rüya. Those visits weren't nearly enough, leaving Yaman constantly missing his little brother. So finally having Alaz back home feels like a blessing but Yaman knows it won't last because all hell will break loose once Alaz learns the news.

Will Alaz stay once he learns the truth? Will he ever come back after that? Will he allow anyone to come to him? Will he talk to any of them ever again? Or will he consider keeping everything from him a betrayal? Yaman's so not looking forward to getting the answers to all these questions.

"Is she already here?" Alaz's voice pulls Yaman from the anxious whirlwind of his thoughts.

"Err ... Nope. Not yet. She'll come over a bit later".

Alaz just nods and climbs out of the car. Yaman follows him after drawing in a deep nervous breath. They walk to the front door and open it, only to be assaulted by loud pops of crackers and confetti raining on their heads and some flying right into their faces. Yaman's sure he's swallowed a few.

"Welcome home, Alaz!!!" their mother, sisters, Rüya and Feride Abla all scream together.

Then all of them take turns hugging Alaz. They talk over each other, shooting questions in rapid succession. But beneath the very real happiness of finally seeing Alaz, Yaman can also see everyone buzzing with the same nervous energy that he's feeling. Çağla and Ece are the worst really, both of them have panic and guilt written all over their faces. And of course Alaz catches on it immediately and just when he opens his mouth to say something about it, Yaman jumps in with:

"Alaz, güzel kardeşim benim, we forgot your bags, let's get them out of the car".

Alaz looks at him with suspicion but nods and they step out to get the bags. Yaman opens the trunk when he hears Alaz ask:

"Okay, Abisi, tell me: what's going on?"

Yaman knows it's a lost cause but he plays dumb nonetheless:

"What are you talking about? Nothing's going on".

Alaz just gives him the look.

"I swear nothing is going on".

"Really? First you were being all shifty on our ride home. Now everyone else is acting weird".

"They aren't acting weird, they're just happy to see you. They've missed you".

Yaman tosses the backpack at Alaz and then pulls out the suitcase, slamming the trunk shut.

Alaz follows Yaman's every move like a hawk and Yaman knows that his brother won't drop it. That's why he almost runs inside the house from Alaz's scrutinizing gaze. Everyone's waiting for them in the living room, exchanging nervous glances. Yaman mouthes a desperate: "Play cool!" and adds loudly for Alaz to hear:

"Kardeşim, let's get your luggage upstairs, to your room. Maybe you also want to change and get some rest after the long flight".

"I'm fine. You, - and I mean all of you - on the other hand, are up to something" Alaz says, pointing his signature finger at everyone.

"What?? No!"

"Pfff!"

"Don't be silly!"

"What do you mean? We're just happy you're home!"

Everyone's talking over each other again and playing so not cool that Yaman wants to facepalm. He pats Alaz's shoulder and says:

"C'mon, Alaz, let's go upstairs, I promise we'll talk but after you get some rest, take a shower, maybe unpack. Ok?"

Alaz narrows his eyes at him:

"I knew there's something!"

"Alaz, please, let's go. I'll tell you everything, we'll all talk together, just not right now".

"Is it about her? Is something wrong with her?” Alaz raises his voice and Yaman sees alarm in his brother's eyes.

He sees something else too: the beast that Alaz has spent the last 5 years taming and training - Yaman sees that beast pulling on its shackles.

"I swear to god, Yaman, if something ... Is Asi okay?"

It's the first time Alaz's said her name in 5 years. He's always asked about Asi but for some reason she's become the Voldemort whose name was never mentioned.

"She's okay. She'll be here soon and you'll see for yourself that she's totally fine" Yaman reassures Alaz and hears Çağla mutter:

"You won't believe how fine".

Yaman glares at his sister and focuses on Alaz again:

"She's fine, I promise. Now let's go upstairs, please".

Alaz throws a miffed look at everyone but gives a curt nod and reluctantly agrees:

"Fine! But you're all hiding something. Not for long though!"

He follows Yaman upstairs, to his old room. Yaman enters first, rolls Alaz's suitcase inside and leaves it beside the couch. He turns to Alaz who walks to the bed and drops the backpack. Yaman observes as his brother looks around the room and mutters:

"Nothing's changed. Everything's just the way I left it".

"We thought you'd like it that way. If you want to change something, it's better if you do it yourself".

Alaz just nods and then freezes. Yaman follows his gaze and sees that it's fixed on a picture on one of the bedside tables. The picture of Alaz himself ... with Asi. Yaman remembers the day the picture was taken like it was yesterday. It was him who made it. It was a rare moment of quiet and peaceful happiness that Yaman felt truly lucky to have captured. Because Alaz and Asi were never quiet or peaceful. They weren't really happy either and that was the saddest part. Because they loved each other but loving each other isn't always enough. And it broke Yaman's heart. Especially it broke for his little brother. Who couldn't be with the love of his life but also never learnt to be without her.

"Kardeşim?" Yaman says carefully.

"Hm?" is Alaz's only response, eyes still fixed on the photo.

"I love you. So very much. You know that, right? And I'm so proud of you".

The words finally catch Alaz's attention and he turns to Yaman with raised eyebrows.

"What's up with you, Abisi? Caught a love bug? Or trying to get on my good side so that you won't catch hell once I learn what you've all been hiding from me?"

Yaman lets out a short laugh at Alaz being well, Alaz.

"I've just missed you, that's all. And I feel like I don't tell you this enough".

Alaz narrows his eyes at him but Yaman sees the vulnerability beneath all the suspicion and sarcasm. Alaz's still not used to hearing people say that they love him. He's not used to people actually meaning it.

"Okay, whatever" he mutters and immediately adds:

"You wanted me to get some rest, unpack and change so badly. Why don't you leave me to it?"

Yaman nods quickly and makes a bee line for the door. Once the door closes behind him, Yaman exhales heavily:

"Oh my god, this is so not going to end well".

[morganalatina21]

Teach Me

Summary: Y/n Potter is known for getting any person she ever wants, but what happens when she has to comfort the one she loves?

Hermione Granger x fem! Potter! Sly!reader

Warnings: y/n has loveable bastard energy, James and Lily alive, angsty to fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end, can lead to a part 2

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Dad! Y/n is hitting on Ginny again!" Harry shouted, stomping into his father's office, his sister right beside him with a small smile on her face.

James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"How am I supposed to ask her out like that?"

The man turned around to meet his kids, seeing Harry with red cheeks and teeth clenched and Y/n looking... well, looking like him.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Tell her to stop hitting on every possible girlfriend I have!" He said like it was obvious. "It's the third time already!"

It was true, last year every time Harry would even think about inviting a girl to some sort of date, she'd step in and kiss her first.

And now that Harry, with the help of his mother, realized how he actually wanted Ginny instead of Cho, there she was talking to her all flirty.

"Sounds like I'm doing something really good that you aren't." She waved, standing smug right beside him. "Step up your game, idiot."

"Dad!"

God, sometimes Y/n sounded awfully like James, that's something he probably would've said.

"Well, Harry, she isn't completely wrong." He started, seeing the shock look in his son's eyes and a victory smile on his daughter's face. "You have such a lack of confidence I don't know where you got from. Maybe fight for her a little more?"

The boy scoffed, leaving his father's office and slamming the door on his way out.

"Y/n we've been here before..." James said, making her roll her eyes. "Your brother really likes Ginny, can you make things a little easier for him?"

"I'm just giving him a little nudge." She shrugged. "They were under a tree outside and she was practically begging him to kiss her, seriously, how is he that dumb?"

"Don't talk like that about your brother." He asked.

"Oh come on! Neville was thinking about asking her to the ball." Y/n told. "He'll lose her, I'm just trying to help. Besides, Ginny knows what I'm doing. And Harry should know by now redheads aren't exactly my type.'

James rolled his eyes at that, she was the first born-Potter who didn't feel attracted to a ginger.

His father, Fleamont, was. He was, and Harry was following the same path when fell in love with the youngest Weasley.

"Fine, just... tone it down a little."

Yeah right.

"Get your own girlfriend!" Harry shouted to his sister, two days later.

"Why do that when I can wait for you to pick one and just show her I'm so much better." She answered, not bothering to look back to see the boy rushing down the stairs to reach her.

"You're already going to the Ball with George!" He argued. "Why would you suggest to take her?"

The girl only laughed.

Both Weasleys knew what she was up to, in fact her and Fred thought about it together.

"I'm gonna tell mom!"

"You should. Cause if you keep up like that, she'll be the only woman in your life." Y/n mocked, turning the corner to go to Transfiguration class, not caring about her brother shouting behind her.

When the Yule Ball finally came, a week later, he finally had managed the courage to ask the Weasley girl to be his date.

Harry had his sister to thank, but he would never admit it.

Ron, however, didn't seemed happy in the least. He haven't managed any date and had to invite the Patil, Hermione being taken already. But to see his younger sister in the arms of his best friend, and his older brother holding his girl best friend, it was bloody torture.

Y/n and George were stealing some treats from the table when the girl saw Hermione leaving the hall with her head low after discussing with the ginger boy.

"Go for her." The Weasley said.

"What do you mean?" She asked, turning to the table again, avoiding to look at the door.

"Oh come on, Y/n. We all know you have a crush on her since day one. Ginny accepted you flirting with her because she knew you wanted to get under Hermione's skin. Just go get your girl and stop hitting on your brother's girlfriends."

Y/n hesitated.

George was right, unfortunately. Since the start of first year, on Hogwarts Express, she'd been head over heels for that little know-it-all Gryffindor.

But even though she wanted to try something, her feelings for the idiotic Weasley boy were way too clear.

And worse, Y/n was a Slytherin, and her house didn't exactly gave her the best reputation.

Leaving the hall, she tried to be as nonchalant as possible, holding her dress a little, but her entire act fell upon seeing Hermione crying in the stairs, untying the small heels and throwing them to the side.

"Hey." She called, approaching the girl. She immediately started cleaning her tears, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, he's a jerk."

"What do you mean?" Hermione pretended to not know, watching her sitting right in front of her. "I don't care about what Ron says, I just wanted- nevermind, you wouldn't understand."

"Wanted to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you?" She completed, making the gryffindor lift her eyes. "I understand more than you think I do."

Hermione frowned her eyebrows, not getting what she meant. She was known in all Hogwarts to always get who she wanted.

"Whatever, I'm just going to my room and try to forget all of this happened."

"Hey, no! Don't be like that." She shoved her knee lightly. "Come on, don't let a stupid boy ruin your night. I know one thing that would cheer you up, let's go!"

"But-"

"Don't think too much, come!"

She pulled Hermione with her through the hallways, the girl murmuring they'd probably be expelled.

The Potter led the well known path to the statue of the witch her father taught her it was a secret passage.

"What's that?"

"Firewhiskey!" She smiled, shaking the bottle, seeing the reprehensible look in Hermione's face. "Please, one night won't hurt, and it will take your mind off that damn redhead."

Y/n didn't meant to hate on Ron Weasley, she never did. But he had a literal goddess all over him and he'd be dumb enough to not want her.

Even with that offer, the girl shake her head no, making the Potter scoff.

"Thought you weren't a coward, Granger."

"Coward?!" She took the bottle from her hands with heat, opening it and turning swallowing three big sips.

It burned her throat, making her cough and almost throw up, wiping off the excess of her lips.

"Hey, you good?"

She lifted her head, looking at her with challenging eyes. "Who's not drinking now, Potter?"

Merlin, that was hot! They both thought, Y/n's mind focusing on Hermione and her's thinking about the beverage.

"Easy, Mione." She asked, trying to get the bottle. “Don’t wanna send you to the Hospital Wing on your first time drinking.”

The girl laughed, adrenaline started to run in her veins and she was feeling bold tonight. If bold and brave girls, such as Y/n always got what they wanted, it was her time to try, no?

But her conception of bold was a tiny bit different from the Potter’s.

“We should be doing this in a dorm, someone might catch us.”

“Not you trying to put limits even when you’re being rad.” Y/n mocked, taking a shot of the whiskey. “And I think it’s the perfect time to show you this.” She said, hearing fast footsteps coming in.

Closing the passage, she hid the bottle behind the statue, not invisible enough not to get caught if someone took even one step forward and positioned her hand on her forearm.

Professor Minerva turned the corner, looking at them intrigued.

“What are you two doing here? The Ball is taking place somewhere else.”

“Yeah but it was kinda boring, Minnie.” She answered, feeling Hermione freeze by her side. “I wanted to do something else but this killjoy right here caught me.”

The girl looked at her, eyes wide in shock, she knew it would cost her house some points, but the Potter didn’t seemed to care.

“She was taking me to the dorms anyway.”

Minerva was far from dumb, she knew the Potter reputation with girls, the same as her father's, but it seemed like her and the one she loved could finally have some time together.

“That’s truthful of you to admit your mistakes, miss Potter. Fifty points from Slytherin, and I hope you know your father will hear about this. And to you, miss Granger, fifteen points for Gryffindor for acting right. Now please, get this over with, I don’t want another scandal.” And turning around, she made her way back to the Great Hall. 

“See?” The Potter asked, pulling away when Minerva was far enough and grabbing the bottle. “Don’t worry, your goody-goody reputation won’t go to hell.”

Hermione felt weird, heat from the drink and the adrenaline washing over her. Was this how power was? Feeling like you could do anything?

“Teach me.”

“Teach you... what? How to lie?”

“How to be like you.” She asked. “You’re not scared of anything, and it’s like you don’t have a care in the world. I wanna do that.”

“Well, Ms Bold For The Night, what is something you always wanted to do, but never tried for being too afraid of getting caught?”

There was so many things she could make an entire list and it would be miles long. 

A couple of things fired up inside her mind, and she found herself smiling dumbly, cheeks feeling numb and face blushing.

“Oh god, this is so scary.” She mumbled, face buried on Y/n’s back as they raised from the ground on a broom.

“Don’t chicken out now!” The girl warned, getting them higher and higher.

Hermione was already regretting her decision, her stomach twirling on itself as they flew up to the Astronomy tower, where she always wanted to be by midnight, to watch the starts and the moon.

Her hands were around Y/n’s waist, one holding the bottle of whiskey so strongly her knuckles became white.

The wind brushed against her skin and she got goosebumps, the heat of her body colliding with the cold air. The Potter was clearly laughing at how frightened Hermione looked, as if she could ever let her fall off.

“We’re almost there!” She announced, loud enough for the girl to hear, but not to someone inside the castle notice the voice. Instead of landing on the inside of the tower, she decided to stand on the roof of it, even further from the grass.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“They always check the Astronomy Tower, everyone comes here after curfew sooner or later.” She shrugged, sitting down. “Besides, it’s even better to look at the stars from here.”

The Granger looked up, seeing how close the waning moon looked, how bright it was. Before she even noticed, she also sat down really close to the girl, still looking at that big black sky.

Never, on the muggle world, could she get a sight like that.

That’s why she was so grateful for being a wizard, and she thanked the universe by learning everything there was to learn about that world.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Yes, it is.” Y/n answered, but when Hermione turned to look at her, she quickly blinked stared at the moon. “Want some? It’s better not to get cold.” 

The gryffindor felt her cheeks burning even before drinking, but she gulped down two more shots to have the courage to finally voice a question in the back of her mind.

“Why you never flirted with me?”

The Potter froze upon those words, holding the bottle tight against her palm.

“I- uh-” She gagged, blinking so many times and avoiding eye contact by closing her eyes. Fuck it, she thought. “I only flirt for fun, like they’re attractive or kinda cool or something. I won’t flirt with someone I have feelings for.”

“That doesn’t add up, you flirt with George a lot.” Hermione snapped back, taking off some pins on her hair.

“I don’t have feelings for George.” Y/n answered immediately. “He’s only my date to the Yule Ball because... well, everyone who’s interesting were taken and we didn’t wanted to spend an entire night with some fans we can’t escape or some shit.”

She turned the bottle upside down inside her mouth, swallowing so many times she lost count, her throat burning and eyes watering.

“Wait, so, who is it you have feelings for but won’t flirt with?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s you, Granger.”

Hermione blinked, feeling a little tipsy already.

“I never did because I knew from day one you liked that motherfucker Weasley, so, what’s the point?” She shrugged, facing the moon and drinking one more time, putting on her best show of not caring.

Under the moonlight, Hermione looked at her, eyes shining more than usual, her body framed perfectly by the black dress with a slit on the left side where she could peek to see a little of her thigh.

That didn’t made sense inside her mind, a girl as pretty as her? Having feelings for a know-it-all everyone made fun of?

“It doesn’t matter.” Y/n sighed, interpreting her silence as a bad signal. “Let’s just go back and-”

“You said you’d help me.” She interrupted, slurring her words. “There’s also one thing I always wanted to do, but have always been too scared of.”

“What is it? Take a swim at the Black Lake?”

“No, we can do that later.” She answered, with a smile. “I always wanted to kiss you.”

“Really?”

As soon as she nodded, Y/n’s heart race increased so fast she thought it would come out of her chest. Hermione’s face was red and with a large smile on her face as she leaned in.

There, with only the stars and the moon as witnesses, they finally kissed.

After four years of misinterpreted feelings and suppressing emotions and trying to be interested in literally anyone else, they finally came together.

Tongues burning with the drink and dresses mendling on each other, bodies close together for the warmth they gave out.

Pulling apart after a while, Y/n dropped her head in the girl’s neck, wanting to make sure she was actually there, that she wasn’t dreaming once again. The smell of her perfume made her head spin and she nuzzled closer, feeling her chuckle.

“What ya laughing at?”

“I’m just so happy.” Hermione answered, lifting her hand to caress the girl’s hair. “But we have to get back soon, it’s really cold out here.”

Y/n smiled wickedly at that, pulling her head up, and it gave Granger the chills. Not only because she looked pretty, but she also looked like she just got an idea, and it was terrifying.

And she was right.

Their ride on the broom was so much faster this time, because they just got down from the roof to the inside of the tower, leaving the object on the side and taking her hand.

They’d have to go all the way to the Gryffindor’s tower by walking, risking getting caught while at it and the only thing she said when Hermione tried to argue was “live a little.”

“Come on, where’s Ms. Bold For The Night?” She asked out loud when the girl took of her shoes and was walking in the tip of her toes, getting a “shhh” as an answer.

They started walking and it was like every corner she’d hide behind Y/n, waiting for a monster to show up, or worse, a teacher.

When they heard the loud steps from Filch, Hermione’s breath hitched on her throat, but the Potter was quick to open up a door to a random closet and pull her inside.

It was the same size as a broom closet, however mostly cleaning objects, and they could only see each other by the pale moonlight entering through the window.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Granger whispered, trying to disappear by shrinking. When Y/n told her to focus on literally anything else, her eyes darted to her again, and what she was wearing. “That really is an awesome dress.”

“You can try it on.” She suggested, a smug smile appearing on her lips. “But only if I can try yours on and you help me take it off.”

“There’s a spell for that! Let me see...” She started, pulling her wand and Y/n had to bite her lip to not laugh out loud.

“Hermione.”

“Yes?” Only then she noticed her smile and her tongue licking her lips lightly, eyebrows arched. 

The girl thanked they couldn’t see each other well, because she was blushing like hell, but she had a feeling Y/n could guess what was happening, because her flirty smile turned into a genuine chuckle. 

Hermione cleared her throat as low as possible. “Oh, would you teach me that too?”

“I’ll teach you anything you want, princess.” 

“Then yes, I’d like to try on your dress.” She dared, gulping down her fear and shyness.

Y/n pulled her even closer, one hand in her waist and the other on her cheek.

“I know Minnie said she couldn’t handle another scandalous news on Hogwarts, but I think she’ll have to get used to the fact a Slytherin and a Gryffindor are sleeping together.” Y/n told, tracing kisses down Hermione’s neck.

The girl felt like melted butter on her hands, knees shaking and ready to give up and just ler herself be mold by the Potter. 

She forced her body between the slytherin’s legs, feeling her smile mid-kiss by her sudden audacity.

“I know we can’t sleep in each other’s dorms but I wish we could.”

“Well, technically...”

A few moments later, Hermione rushed into the Gryffindor’s common room, finding Harry, Fred, George and Simas sitting there. 

“Harry, I need the cloak!” She asked, looking flustered and out of breath, the boy just indicated the stairs to the dorm with a confused look and she ran past him. “Thank you!”

“Wait, why are you wearing my sister’s dress?” He asked when she came downstairs, fabric in her hands and a small smile on her face.

“It’s the end of a Ball, you stupid thing.” Y/n answered, coming through the passage and looking at him, Hermione's dress framing her body. “The real question is, why isn’t your date wearing your clothes? Now, thank you for the cloak but I feel like we still might have to stop by some broom closets on the way to, you know, hide.”

Hermione passed the boys, her mouth hung open in a smile, she knew what that actually meant, as excited as ever, and vanished through the passage with the Potter girl right by her.

“Harry, piece of advice.” George called, standing up. “Don’t look at the map tonight.”

“Unless you wanna know how fast your sister can make Hermione cum.” Fred finished, making Harry’s chin fall.

Well, at least, now she wouldn’t be going after his girlfriend.

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Part Two

[bteezxyewriter12]

One Good Fuck/ 2

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- Dom reader, sub Joongie, blow job, deepthroating, teasing, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, pussy eating, cock riding, choking, orgasm denial, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13

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Two months later

Hongjoong POV

"Hey, you free? Wanna hang?", I text her

Now comes the anxious waiting

We're on a practice break and I'm sitting all the way in the corner, trying not to freak out

Last week, when I texted her the same thing she hit me with "I can't I have a date"

And I kinda lost it

Figuratively speaking

It's just, as soon as I read those words insane jealousy came over me

I felt so possessive over her, felt like she's mine but she's not

That confirmed what I already knew and was trying to deny for two months

My feelings for her

The desperate want to touch her

The desperate need to kiss her, hold her, be with her

The love that's more than friendship love

And the utter hurtful realization that she doesn't feel the same way for me because she's going out with someone else

I don't know what to do

Should I tell her how I feel?

Keep it to myself?

Get one of the guys to talk to her?

Talk to one of her friends?

This is new territory for me

I have no problems getting a girl to fuck or date but I've never been in love before

I've never wanted someone like I want her

And I have no idea how to go about things

And there's the, you know, crippling fear of her rejection

I never cared about rejection before

If the girl I hit on didn't want to fuck, it was cool, I'd just find another girl

The girl I wanted to casually date said no?

No problem

But just the thought of her saying the words, "I don't feel the same" makes me feel like I'm going to throw up

Like it'll completely rip my heart out

I just don't know what to do

My phone goes off and I anxiously open her text

"If you mean today then yeah I'm free. But not tomorrow"

Curiously, I send, "Why, what's tomorrow"

And when she answers me back, I wish I hadn't asked

"I have a second date with the guy from last week"

My heart drops to the floor, tears springing in my eyes

Another date

With the same guy

She must like him enough to go out with him again

I lost my shot

If I hadn't been so scared, hadn't let work take over so I could avoid my feelings, she maybe could of been mine

But now I can't say anything

She likes this guy and as hard as it is, I'm not ruining that

I want her to be happy even if I'm not

I text her that something suddenly came up with work and I have to fix some songs

No way I can see her today

I don't trust myself not to be sad and upset

Then she'll ask what's wrong and I'll have to pretend everything is ok

I don't have the energy to do that today

She texts back that she understands and to call her to hang out next time

I send her a thumbs up emoji, then shove my phone in my pocket, dropping my head in my hands

This fucking blows

"Joong"

I look up to San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Mingi looking down at me

"What?"

"We're trying to figure out what to do for food after practice. Are you gonna hang out with Jo?", Seonghwa asks

"No", I answer, then drop my head in my hands again

"Are you ok?", San asks concerned

"Fine"

I so don't want to deal with this right now

"You're not fine", Mingi says, "You look upset. You said you were hanging with Jo today and now you're saying you're not. What happened?"

I don't answer, not wanting to talk about this with anyone and hoping they'd just go away

No such luck

"Hongjoong!", Seonghwa shouts

Lifting my head again, I glare and tell them, "She has another date. With the same guy"

"Tonight?", Jongho questions

I shake my head, "Tomorrow"

"So why is that stopping you from seeing her tonight?", Seonghwa asks

I glare yet again

They know how I feel about her, especially Seonghwa as I talk to him the most

"I can't be around her right now. Not knowing that she's going....out with someone else"

"Oh my god, just fucking tell her Hongjoong!", San exclaims

Easy for him to say

And the whole situation sounds ridiculous too

"Tell her what? That after one time sleeping with her I...", I trail off

"That you love her! Jesus, she's your best friend! She's not gonna bite!", San rolls his eyes

And I get so fucking mad

Didn't he fucking hear me a minute ago?

"She's dating someone else!", I yell, "That is a sure fire way of her not having feelings for me!"

Are they dense?

I just told them she's dating someone else, what aren't they getting?

"She's going on a second date with someone. That's not dating", Jongho points out

"Doesn't matter, she doesn't want me"

"You don't know that!", Seonghwa exclaims, "Go to her apartment now! Tell her how you feel! See what she says. Before you actually lose her to this guy"

"Don't be afraid", Mingi assures me, "You'll regret it if you don't say anything"

I mean I already regret not saying anything to her before she went out with this guy

I had two months to speak up and I blew it

Maybe, I shouldn't blow it again

But I'm scared

"I..I'm scared", I whisper

"There's nothing to be scared of", San reasons, "You two are best friends. The worst case is that she doesn't feel like that but you still won't lose her. She'd never drop you"

"And sometimes you just have to just take the risk to get what you want", Jongho adds

"Just go. You won't be able to finish practice while thinking about this anyway", Seonghwa says

Are they actually kicking me out?

I'm the leader here, how are they telling me what to do?

"Go Joong. Now", Jongho demands, "Before I throw you out of the room"

I raise my eyebrow but I believe Jongho

And he's strong enough to do it

But still, I'm the leader

"Now", he says in a serious tone

When I don't move, he starts coming towards me and I immediately stand up

"Alright! Alright! Jesus", I exclaim, "Fine, I'll go"

"You better. You're Uber is almost here", San says

"What?"

He called me an Uber?

Seriously?

San shows me his phone and it is on the uber app, with a one minute ETA

"But I'm all sweaty"

"Please, like she cares", Seonghwa snorts, "And anyway, girls love that shit"

Mingi and San nod

Whatever

"It's here", San announces

I glare at them one more time then I turn and leave the practice room, heading to the exit and my heart pounding in my chest

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Ringing her doorbell, I wait nervously for her to answer it

God, my hands are so sweaty and I'm actually fucking terrified

I hear the locks turning and I'm ready to run

"Joong?", she says, surprise on her face, "What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn't hang out today?"

I can't tear my eyes off her and I can't stop myself

Stepping inside her apartment, I kick her door closed, move close to her, my lips against hers

I melt into her as I feel her kiss me back, her hands bunching in my shirt

Fuck this is exactly what I wanted

This feeling, her soft lips against mine

My arms tightly around her

When the kiss ends, she looks at me in confusion

"Don't go on the date tomorrow", I whisper, softly touching her cheek, "Stay with me"

"I...I don't understand Joong", she answers softly, confusion in her gorgeous eyes

It's now or never

"I love you", I tell her, watching even more shock form on her face, "I don't want you to go out with this guy. I want you to be with me"

"Are...are you serious?"

I nod, "So serious. I can't stop thinking about you. After we...you've been the only thing on my mind. I want you. I want to be the one to take you on dates. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, spend time with you. I want you to want me"

"But you said you're with the makeup artist?"

I shake my head, "I'm not. After we were together I stopped seeing her. I couldn't be with her when you're all I wanted. I ignored her phone calls and when I realized I loved you I ended things with her. I never slept with her after we were together. I didn't kiss her, touch her, not even hold her hand. I didn't see her outside of work and even at work all she did was my makeup. I don't want her or anyone else. You are who I want"

I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something

I confessed everything, there's nothing else I can say

"I do want you Joongie"

I let out my breath as I realize what she said

"Yeah?", I ask, hopeful

She nods, "I love you Joong. I always have. You've always been my dream guy but I figured you didn't see me like that or you would of said something. I..I didn't want to go out with Kwan but I was trying to get over you"

"Don't jagi. Don't get over me. Please baby don't. Be with me, let me love you Jo", I say softly, "I want to love you. So much"

She smiles softly and it fucking knocks the breath out of me

"I want to love you too Joongie. It's all I ever wanted"

I nod, leaning my forehead against hers, "You're mine baby. I'm yours. We can love each other just like we want"

"Ok baby", she agrees, then presses her lips against mine, fireworks exploding in my vision, my entire body heating up

Fuck, I want to feel this way every single time I kiss her

Like the earth fell away and there's nothing but me and her

Somehow, I know I will

With her, I will

I move my tongue in her mouth, hers immediately playing with mine, the kiss turning desperate

Our hands move quickly, shirts pulled off, her bra on the floor

She pushes me against the wall, her lips pressing kisses to my neck, her hands on my body, touching everywhere

Heat and fire flood every inch of me, from her fingers, from her lips

This was what I was craving these last two months

Her touch

Her

Just her

Her kisses spread down, all over my chest, her tongue licking my skin before her lips press against it

I moan, watching her kiss me over and over again, going lower and lower

She moves to her knees, my heart pounding in my chest as her lips kiss my stomach over and over

Her hands so very slowly, undo my belt, the clinking sound of it ringing in my ears

She undoes the button on my jeans, the zipper following, my jeans falling to my ankles

"Off Joongie"

I kick my shoes off, followed by my jeans, doing as she asks

Her hands run up my legs, staying on my hips, her mouth kissing all over my lower stomach

I breathe hard, her kisses feeling amazing, my hand moving in her long hair

One of her hands drop to the tent in my boxers, palming my hard dick

"Fuck", I whisper

Her mouth moves down, her lips now kissing my hard on through my boxers, my cock twitching against her lips

"Mmm, nice and hard for me baby", she murmurs

I nod, so fucking turned on

"All for me?"

"Yes jagi", I whimper

"Good baby", she says softly, continuing to kiss me through my boxers

I whine, wanting to feel her mouth on my bare skin

"You gonna let me suck your cock this time?"

"Yes", I shout, so desperate to feel her lips on my dick

"Good because I like sucking cock. I've been told I'm good at it"

"Show me baby", I whimper, "Please jagi"

"Hmm want to see me suck your cock that much baby?"

"So much jagi", I pant

God, the thought of watching her with my dick in her mouth is making me feral

Her fingers move to the waist band of my boxers, slowly pulling them down

As soon as my cock springs free, she's kissing all over my base, her lips so soft against me

"Oh my god", I moan

My boxers drop to the floor, her kisses dragging along my length, slowly, blissfully

God, I've never had this done before

Never had kisses on my dick, never knew how fucking good it feels

Most girls just go right to sucking but this feels phenomenal

A new experience that I know I have to have from now on when she's gonna blow me

It's non-negotiable

After the kisses, she licks me, her tongue moving from the base of my cock to my head in one long lick

That she repeats over and over, all over my length

"Fuck jagi", I whimper, "Love seeing your tongue on me"

She smiles, licking under my head, her hand wrapping around the rest of my dick

Her tongue slides up, licking along my slit

I'm so hard, so horny, I'm leaking all over the place

She licks the cum off me, swallowing then smirking up at me

"Tastes so good Joongie", she says, continuing to lick which makes me leak even more, "Gonna give me more?"

I nod rapidly

"Gonna cum in my mouth so I can swallow it all?"

"Yes", I whimper, wanting that so much

I feel like if she keeps licking me, I'll definitely cum which is completely mind blowing

She doesn't even have to suck on me, just lick me but God do I want her to suck my cock

Her mouth moves around my head, keeping her tongue on my underside and she sucks once

"Fuck yes", I cry, pleasure filling me hard

Her mouth keeps moving, sucking on me, her hand jerking me off in time to her sucking

Her big eyes are on mine as she blows me, the brown of her iris so pretty, so intense

Every few sucks, she moves down an inch on my cock, the pleasure increasing

"Baby, baby, fuck baby", I whimper, thankful I have the wall behind me to help me stay up

She takes half of me in her mouth, sucking so well, her hand moving up and down my shaft so pleasurably

I'm so close, ready to cum down her throat

"Baby...jagi...", I pant, my hand fisting her hair

And suddenly the pleasure stops

"Baby...what...what happened?", I whine

She smirks, "Can't let you cum so easily baby"

"No jagi", I cry, wanting her mouth back around me

Instead she gives me more kisses along my shaft, moans spilling from my mouth

After a minute, her mouth moves back around my length, sliding down a bit more

She sucks hard, her head bobbing back and forth on my cock, pleasure roaring back

"Oh baby", I moan, holding onto her hair tightly

The sounds she's making as she blows me are so hot

Moans, swallows, so fucking arousing

Her mouth is amazing, she's so right, she's incredible at blow jobs

I'm close again, my eyes closing, my head pressed against the wall

And again, she pulls off my cock right when I'm gonna cum, making me whine and beg

She ignores me, kissing my length again until I'm calm

"Mm baby", she murmurs, "You're cock is so hard"

Yeah because she's teasing me

Her tongue licks my dripping slit, swallowing my cum from there

"Jagi", I whimper

"Aww baby", she teases, "Do you wanna cum that bad?"

I nod, "Yes baby. Please"

"Wanna cum in my mouth that badly?"

"Yes jagi. Fuck, wanna cum down that pretty throat, watch you swallow it all", I moan, "Please baby, suck my cock"

She smirks, nodding

This time, when she gets her mouth around me, she removes her hand and slips down my entire length

"Oh my god", I cry, shocked that she's deepthroating me

She chokes for a few seconds and that sound is music to my ears but I don't want to hurt her

"Jagi", I murmur, trying to pull her head back, but she shakes her head, moving her hands on my hips and pulls me as close as she can, nestling my cock in her tight throat

She swallows, her throat constricting around my cock making unbelievable pleasure shoot through me

Her head slides down to my head, then she bobs back up taking me in hard and rough

"Oh my fucking god!", I cry, as she moves quickly up and down

Tears fall down her gorgeous face, spit all over the place as she gives me the messiest and most pleasurable blow job I've ever had

I don't ever want to be blown any other way than this way and through the bliss I realize that I can have this all the time now

Because she's mine

I watch my cock move in and out of her mouth as I moan so loudly, the pleasure turning my head off

She goes hard on my cock, each bob bringing me right there

"Please baby, let me cum", I plead, "Please don't stop jagi. Please"

She nods, her gorgeous wet brown eyes on me and god she looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth

She slides down my , keeping me in her mouth and sucking rapidly

"Joanne, oh my god, fuck!", I yell, bliss crashing over me as I shoot my cum down her throat

I close my eyes, yelling wordlessly, pulling her hair hard while keeping her on my dick, even though it's not like she's even trying to move off

Instead she's pushing me even more into her mouth as she can, swallowing eagerly, the pleasure from that mixing with the bliss I already feel, making everything so fucking mind blowing

My legs are shaking and I lean against the wall to keep myself up

When it's over, I let go of her hair, my brain a complete mush

I feel her pull me out of her mouth, her tongue licking my slit for more

I feel her move away, her lips pressing kisses on my neck, my arm moving around her waist, keeping her against me as I get it together

Once I'm back to earth, I lift her face to mine, kissing her in a loving kiss

When the kiss ends, she smiles at me, takes my hand and leads me to her room

She maneuvers me in front of the foot of her bed, smirks at me, then pushes me back so I fall on the bed

"Lay back baby", she tells me as she pulls down her PJ shorts, then her lacy barely there panties

I know I just came but fuck, I'm already so hard watching her take her clothes off for me

My girlfriend is so fucking hot

I look at her sexy body that I was missing for so long

My eyes land on the new sternum tattoo she got

It's so beautiful, so delicate and I know I'm going to be spending so much time kissing all over it and tracing all the lines later

She climbs on me, sitting on my lap, her cunt soaking me

Her hips move, grinding along my cock, pleasure humming in my body

I can't believe I'm this hard again, she just turns me on that much

She keeps rubbing her cunt on my dick and I'm getting desperate to be inside her

I crave to have her wrapped around me

I need it and I'm so fucking stiff, I feel myself leaking all over the place

"Please baby", I whine, sitting up on my elbows, "My cock hurts. Wanna be in your sweet pussy"

"Shhh", she growls, shoving me down on her bed, still not putting me inside her, moving and sitting on my stomach instead, "I'll sit on your cock when I'm good and ready"

I shiver, loving how she's taking over again

"And you're gonna be a good boy and do what I tell you or you don't get pussy"

"No! No", I cry, lifting my hips, trying to get some friction, "I'll be good. I promise jagi, I'll be good. Want your pussy baby. Please, I'll be a good boy"

"Cute", she says, tilting her head as she looks down at me, smirking, "You're so pretty begging for my pussy Joongie. Thrusting your hips up even though my cunt is no where near your dick"

"Want you", I moan, my hands gripping her sheets so hard, "Want you so bad. Promise I'll be good. I swear"

"Then show me", she answers, "Stop moving"

It takes so much control for me to lay still on the bed but I do it for her

To show her I can be good for her

She was good for me last time, I can do it too

"Good boy", she smirks, leaning over me, kissing me softly

I eagerly kiss her back, wanting her lips on mine every second of everyday

All too soon for me, she pulls away then gently kisses my cheek

She moves up my body instead of down, her legs around my head, her pussy in my sight

She's already so wet, glistening in her juice and I just want to devour her

I move my eyes to hers, pleading to let me eat her pussy

"Go ahead Joongie"

I don't want any time, my hands around her thighs, pulling her right against my mouth, my tongue buried in her sweet cunt, tongue lapping up all her juice

"Mmmm", I moan, swirling my tongue everywhere I can

"Joongie", she whimpers, her hand slipping in my hair, "Fuck, such a good fucking tongue"

I swallow her cream eagerly, licking between her pretty puffy lips, then circling her tiny hole

I slip my tongue inside as much as I can, wiggling around, her shouts of pleasure so loud

"Keep your tongue there baby", she moans and I do as I'm told

Her hips rise as she slides up my tongue, then goes back down

She bounces on my tongue, clenching down on it, sending bliss straight to my hard cock

I moan in her pussy as she completely soaks my face

"Yes Joongie", she praises, "Fuck, gonna ride your cock just like this"

I nod rapidly, my fingers digging in her hips as she keeps bouncing, her cream running in my mouth, drowning me in her pussy and there's no where else I rather be

After another few bounces, she moves off my tongue

"Keep your tongue out", she orders, pressing her pussy against it

Her hips move, grinding and rocking against my tongue, her fingers pulling my hair hard

I help her move on me, holding her hips and rocking her on my tongue

She's creaming my face so much and I'm trying to swallow as much of it as I can

I'm loving this so much

She's using my tongue to cum and I'm so here for it

Her pussy is so soft against me, tasting so fucking good, the sounds she's making so fucking erotic, her clit throbbing against my tongue

I want to suck on her so bad but I know I have to wait until she tells me too

"Fuck, I love your fucking mouth Joongie", she moans, now rubbing her clit against the tip of my tongue

I'm hoping so much she's gonna tell me to play with her clit

I'm literally drooling for it

"You wanna suck my clit don't you", she asks

I look up at her from between her legs to find her smirking at me

"Your mouth keeps closing around my clit baby, then opening again like you remember I'm just rubbing my cunt on your tongue"

I feel my cheeks blush

I didn't even realize I was doing that

"You wanna suck on me that bad?"

I nod, desperately wanting that

"Ok baby. You can"

I immediately pull her clit in my mouth, sucking on her desperately

I live for how her pretty little swollen clit pulses in my mouth

It's everything

"Yes Joongie. Faster baby. Fuck. I'm gonna cum baby"

Sucking as fast I can, I moan against her, my tongue against her clit, playing while I suck on her

"Hongjoong! Baby, yes baby", she moans as she cums beautifully

I suck her through it, watching her, listening to her cries of my name, so turned on

When she finishes, I ask, "Can I eat jagi? Please?"

"Yes baby"

I immediately move my tongue to her hole, licking up her sweet cream

God, I can eat her cunt every fucking day

And now that she's mine, I can

When I finish, she moves down my body, my cock against her cunt, her lips against mine

As she kisses me, she aligns me to her hole, starting to sit on my cock

Her tongue plays with mine as I grip her hips so hard, wiggling down my cock so slowly, her cunt impaling on my length so pleasurably

I feel her pussy walls open slightly for me, then cling onto me, throbbing and sucking me in

I moan in her mouth, breathing harder and harder as she bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock

"Oh god", I cry, breaking the kiss, "Yes baby. Fuck, oh my god"

She sits up, pleasure on her face as her cunt spasms around me

I'm so antsy, wanting her to move desperately

My cock hurts from being so hard and while her fluttering cunt is helping, it's not enough

"Please, fuck me jagi. Please", I beg, dying for her to bounce on my cock, "I...I was your good boy baby. I'm still your good boy. Fuck me baby. Please, my cock hurts so much jagi. Please, fuck me"

"Aww baby's dick hurts? Why", she teases, her tone mean

And it does nothing but make me more horny

"Bbb...because I'm so hard baby"

"But you're in my pussy. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm clenching on your cock, that isn't that enough?"

I shake my head, "No baby. Mmmm...maybe if I wasn't so horny but I've wanted you for the last two months and now that you're around me....I need you to fuck me. I promise I'll listen to you baby, I'll do whatever you want, just fuck my cock. Please"

"Hmm...dunno what I like better. Dom Joongie or sub Joongie", she smirks, tilting her head, "Sub Joongie begging for my cunt or Dom Joongie demanding it"

"I..I can do both jagi", I tell her

I can be a switch for her

Honestly, I like being dominated by her

I'm usually dominant because I haven't felt comfortable or really trusted the girls I fucked to be submissive to them

But I feel absolutely comfortable with her

I trust her with my life

I know she'd never judge me, never hurt me

I feel completely safe with her

"Hmmm I like that. I can do both too Joongie", she giggles, rocking on my dick, her pussy throbbing wonderfully, "We can play a lot together, baby"

I groan, nodding, "Fuck yes. Play with your pretty pussy jagi. Fuck, as long as I'm inside you, I don't care how we play. I'll do whatever my baby wants"

"Good boy", she says, shivers running up my spine

She leans over me, her hands on my chest as she starts bouncing

Hard and fast

Pleasure explodes in my body, a loud cry leaving my mouth, fingers digging in her hips again

I know I'm gonna leave so many bruises and nail marks on her but I can't help it

It feels so mind blowing good

Her cunt is swallowing my cock so well, creaming my length in so much cream and juice, it's absolutely everywhere, the wet squelching sound of her pussy taking my shaft so fucking beautiful

As is the sight of her riding me

So fucking stunning

Her hips grind against me when she takes me in, my head hitting her spot again and again, her moans so fucking pornographic

She is fucking amazing at riding cock

The pleasure is fucking intense and I'm both shocked and not shocked to feel tears running down my face

I made her cry last time and now she's working my cock so good she's making me cry

"Aww baby, so pretty crying for my pussy", she teases

I nod, hiccuping, "Sss...so good. Mmm..my pretty jagi"

"Yeah baby?", she smirks, "Wanna try something that I like and see if you like it too?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes baby"

I'll try anything once, especially with her

She smiles wider, her hand moving from my chest and wraps around my neck

My cock throbs so hard in her cunt at this once gesture and I'm so fucking excited

"Hmmm I think my baby boy is excited", she giggles, "I feel you're pretty hard cock throbbing in my pussy"

I nod, "Please"

She bounces harder just as her hand squeezes my neck, cutting my air off

My head fills with fluff, my heart pounding the only sound in my head

The feel of her pussy around my cock heightens, the pleasure soaring to an intensity level I've never felt before

She lets go of my neck and I suck in a breath, then sob so much more out of the phenomenal pleasure

She wipes my eyes, asking, "Good baby?"

I nod, not able to say anything at the moment

"Good", she says, bouncing on my cock like no one has every before

It's like she has leg muscles of steel

"My cock feels so good", she whimpers

"Yyy...your cock?", I ask, her eyes flashing at me

"This is my cock", she tells me, her hand choking me again as she speaks

God, its so good

Her pussy is so tight, feeling fucking out of this world to barrel through

"My cock to fuck. My cock to cum on", she continues, "This cock belongs in my pussy only. This cock cums in my cunt only. In my mouth only. Understand?"

"Yes", I shout when she lets go of my neck, my body arching, pushing my cock in as much as I can, "You're cock jagi. It's yours. I'm yours. All yours"

"Damn right", she says, her pussy so close to coming

The way she's tugging on my cock, holding me in a death grip, I'm so excited to feel her cum again

"Cum on my cock", I beg, "Please"

"Begging again baby?"

"Yes", I whimper

"You're lucky your cock is amazing baby. I'm gonna cum really soon"

I nod, waiting anxiously

She moves down, her spot right against my head and she screams my name as she climaxes

Her beautiful body shakes on top of me, her head back, eyes closed, squirt exploding from her cunt, all over my cock, my lap, her bed

"Hongjoong! Oh fuck, god! Hongjoong!"

I take the absolute pleasure that assaults me, screaming her name

"Baby..I'm...I'm..", I cry, so ready to blow my load

"No", she moans loudly, "No Joongie. Don't cum"

Ffffuuucccckkk

I do my best to push it back, whining and sobbing harder as I let her ride out her orgasm on me

When she finishes, she looks down at me, "You cum when I say you can"

I nod, breathing hard, trying to calm down my sobs

"Good boy", she answers, rocking on my dick, rubbing her spot on my head again, "I'm gonna cum on this cock one more time then you can ok?"

I nod, whispering, "Ok"

"Good boy", she says, leaning down and kissing my cheek, "My good Joongie"

She moves her hands back on my leg, grinding on my cock, giving me bounces in-between

I watch her boobs jiggle, sweat dripping down between them, mesmerized at how this gorgeous girl is mine

At how much she wants me, just as much as I want her

At how her pussy easily and eagerly takes my cock, at how ready she is to do anything with me

I'm so fucking lucky

"Hhh.. Hongjoong", she moans, bouncing now, tremors rippling in her perfect skin, "Oh baby, fuck"

She orgasms so beautifully, her cunt clenching my cock in a death grip over and over, pretty cream running from her pussy

Pleasure hurdles over me as I watch her, holding off my orgasm until she tells me I can cum

She rides me through her orgasm, her pussy so fucking tight

When she finishes, she leans over me, her hips still bouncing, her hand wrapped around my neck

"Make a mess in my pussy Joongie", she smirks, her hand cutting off my air as she bounces down hard, feeling her cunt pulse so acutely

I can't hold it, gripping her hips hard as I hold her on me, astounding ecstasy washing over me as I cum deep in her cunt

My body arches and shakes hard, my mind blank, shivers running up and down my back, all senses heightened

My screams of her name break the silence when she lets go of my neck, her amazing pussy throbbing and milking my cock

"Joanne...ngl...so..baby...", I babble as tears of pure pleasure run down my face

"Mmm yeah Joongie", she murmurs, rocking on my dick, "Cock feels so good. Throbbing so much inside me. Nice warm cum filling me up. Love it baby"

I choke out sounds as the pleasure lasts for what seems like hours

I swear I've never come this hard or this good before

Finally when it starts tapering off, I sink into her bed, completely exhausted

I feel her hands wiping my tears, her lips pressing kisses all over my face as she praises me

"Good boy Joongie. You were such a good baby. I love you so much"

"Llll....love...you", I get out, my head still pleasantly empty

She climbs off me and I hear a door open but I can't manage to open my eyes

I can't move

A minute later, I feel a cool wet towel around my lap and dick, realizing she's cleaning me up

Fuck, I should be doing that for her

I want to, it's just a monumental task to even open my eyes

The bed dips next to me, her arms moving me until we're snuggled together, my head laying on her squishy boob

Her arms encircle me, fingers of one hand running in my hair and I'm in such bliss

"I love you Hongjoong", she whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair

"I love you Jo", I manage to get out, slowly moving my arms around her

Her other hand moves to my back, rubbing up and down as she continues to play with my hair

I should be doing this for her

I should be rubbing her legs and thighs

She rode me for over an hour, giving me so much pleasure

I should be holding her, playing with her hair

Last time I didn't take care of her either

She took care of me

I'm already slacking and I need to be better

"Jagi", I say sleepily, moving and trying to sit up but her arms stay locked around me

"Stay baby. Sleep ok?"

"I...I. can't....I should....take care....you", I mumble, fighting to stay awake

"Shh baby. I'm taking care of you now baby"

"But I should...last time...didn't.."

"Doesn't matter Joongie. You need it baby. I love taking care of you baby. I promise", she whispers, pressing kisses to my forehead

"But-"

"It's ok baby", she says softly, reassuringly, her fingers running through the strands of my hair, "I promise. Sleep Joongie. I love you so much"

"I love you....so..much", I answer, halfway asleep

She kisses me again and this time I just give in to the feel of her hand on my back, her fingers in my hair, the feel of being in her arms

The feel of her love surrounding me

And that's how I fall asleep