#that these years that you had worked towards were just a little idk... empty

[greyedian]

Pentiment soundtrack my beloved <3

[honeyslibrary]

Stuck With Me | Quinn Hughes

Pairing; Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); Cursing, established relationship, kissing, idk what else. Only edited once.

Summary; Based on this request: "could you do a fic of reader feeling jealous and quinn being reassuring 💕tyy"

Word Count; 4.0k

Author’s note; This is not my best work at all, I'd probably rate it a 4/10 just because I didn't really flesh out the jealousy + the pacing is kind of rushed, but I'm tired of looking at it frankly. Possibly in the future I will go back and edit it and make it better. Thank you to the anon who requested this though, I hope you liked it at least a little bit. Also, it's not really mentioned, but Quinn is not drunk and is okay to drive home + Josh is Josh Norris, and Kaylee is just a character I made up, no one IRL. -Honey.

“You’re staring,” Josh comments, nonchalant as he leans closer to nudge your arm.

Startled, you tear your gaze away and take a long sip of your drink, using the glass as a shield. “I was not,” you mumble, trying to sound casual as you glance sideways at him.

Josh chuckles, the sound resonating just slightly over the music playing. “Sure,” he says, dragging out the word with a smirk that makes it clear he’s not buying your denial for a second.

You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh as you lean back against the cushioned booth. No matter how hard you try, your gaze betrays you, drifting back toward the pool table across the room. Your fingers tighten slightly around your glass as you watch Quinn and Kaylee, their heads tilted close as they laugh about something you can’t hear.

You met Kaylee earlier, when you and Quinn first arrived at the bar. She’d come over almost immediately, her tall frame poised with an effortless grace that made you feel small and slightly disheveled in comparison. She was gorgeous—model-gorgeous—with sleek, fiery red hair that fell perfectly over her shoulders and striking green eyes that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting.

And Quinn had lit up when he saw her.

“She’s just an old friend,” he’d said casually, his hand brushing your lower back as he introduced you. They’d gone to college together, apparently, and while she’d been nothing but kind and polite to you, there was something about the way she made him laugh that stuck with you. It was freer, lighter somehow, as if she knew a version of him you didn’t.

She did, actually.

You knew it was irrational. You knew that Quinn loved you, that he hadn’t seen her in years and that they were just catching up. But the jealousy crept in anyway, an unwelcome guest settling in your chest. It festered beneath your skin, bubbling hotter and more insistent with every glance and every laugh they shared over the pool table.

“You’re doing it again,” Josh observes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Your head swivels back toward him, a guilty heat rushing to your face. “Doing what?” you ask defensively, though the slight waver in your voice betrays you.

Josh arches a brow, leaning back in his seat as he folds his arms. “Staring. Sulking. Probably plotting Kaylee’s downfall, if I had to guess.” His tone is teasing, and there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he studies you.

You groan, setting your empty glass down on the table with a soft thud. “I’m not sulking.”

“Uh-huh,” he replies, clearly unconvinced.

“And I'm not plotting anyone's downfall!” you insist, but your gaze betrays you once again, flicking back toward Quinn and Kaylee. She’s leaning over the pool table now, lining up a shot, and Quinn is watching her with an amused grin, his arms crossed as he leans casually against the edge.

Your chest tightens. You know it’s nothing. You know Quinn is yours, that he’s coming home with you tonight, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind refuses to let it go.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” You don’t wait for Josh’s response, sliding out of the booth with your glass in hand. The hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter surround you as you weave through the crowded bar, bodies shifting just enough to let you pass. Your pulse feels louder in your ears than the bass thumping faintly from the overhead speakers.

When you reach the bar, you set your empty glass down with a quiet clink and take a seat on one of the worn barstools. The polished wood is sticky beneath your palms, and the faint scent of spilled beer and citrus lingers in the air.

You glance up, taking in the bartender, a guy with a mullet that somehow works on him, tattoos winding up his arms like intricate stories inked into his skin. He’s busy, sliding a tray of colorful cocktails across the counter to a group of friends celebrating a bachelorette party. You lean on the counter, your gaze drifting to the mirrored shelves behind him, rows of liquor bottles glinting in the dim light like a kaleidoscope of temptation.

After a minute or two, he finally makes his way over to you, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his waistband. “What can I get you?” he asks, his tone brisk but not unfriendly.

“I’ll just get a Jack and Coke, thanks,” you say, offering the bartender a polite smile. As he reaches for a glass, you lean slightly over the counter, your voice carrying just enough over the ambient noise of the bar. “And my boyfriend has a tab. Last name’s Hughes—put it on there, please.”

The bartender pauses for a moment, giving you a quick once-over before nodding. “Got it,” he says, turning toward the shelves with practiced ease.

You settle back onto the stool, your fingers tracing idle patterns on the sticky wood of the countertop as you glance around. Behind the bar, the bartender moves quickly, grabbing a tumbler and dropping in a few cubes of ice before reaching for the Jack Daniel’s. His movements are efficient, the kind that come from muscle memory, and within moments, the golden liquid pours into the glass, followed by a splash of Coke.

It’s a simple drink, nothing fancy or fussy, but that’s what you like about it—consistent, reliable, no surprises.

He sets the drink in front of you with a small napkin, the condensation already starting to bead on the sides of the glass. “There you go,” he says, glancing briefly in your direction before moving on to the next customer.

“Thanks,” you reply, wrapping your fingers around the cool glass.

Taking a sip, the familiar blend of sweet Coke and smoky whiskey slides down smoothly, the warmth spreading through your chest. It’s exactly what you need—not too strong, not too complicated. Just enough to ground you as you try to push away the nagging thoughts that have been buzzing at the back of your mind all evening.

Sliding off the barstool, you clutch your drink in one hand and begin making your way back to the booth you’d claimed earlier, until your body collides with something—someone—firm and unyielding. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you stumble back, your drink sloshing out of the glass and soaking into your white top. The cold liquid clings to your skin, staining the fabric a disgusting, murky brown.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy mutters immediately, his voice filled with genuine regret. He moves quickly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the bar behind you. “Here, let me—”

He leans forward, attempting to dab at your shirt with the wad of napkins. His well-meaning gesture only amplifies your frustration, the awkwardness of the situation making your cheeks flush. You set your now-empty glass on the nearest surface with a loud clink and grab the napkins from him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your voice clipped as you step back. “Thanks, I got it.”

You don’t wait for a response, brushing past him and heading toward the bathrooms. Your pulse pounds in your ears, a mix of embarrassment and irritation settling in your chest.

Pushing the door open, you’re relieved to find the women’s bathroom empty. The faint hum of fluorescent lights fills the silence as you approach the sink. With a deep sigh, you wet the bottom of your shirt under the cold stream of water, scrubbing at the stain with a dollop of foamy soap from the dispenser.

The dark blotch stubbornly clings to the fabric, refusing to disappear entirely. You scrub harder, the rough texture of the paper towels adding to your frustration. After a few minutes, the stain fades slightly, the color no longer as glaring as before.

You toss the soggy paper towels into the trash with a sigh of defeat, inspecting the faint brown shadow that still mars your top. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, resigning yourself to your less-than-pristine appearance. Moving to the hand dryer, you press the button and hold your shirt away from your body, letting the warm blast of air dry the damp fabric.

You let the hand dryer hum for another minute, the hot air doing its best to dry the wet fabric of your shirt. It’s still slightly damp when you decide to give up and leave the bathroom. The faint shadow of the stain remains, but you’ve done all you can. With a sigh, you smooth the fabric down and push the door open, exiting into the social minefield.

As you make your way back to the booth, the familiar knot of unease tightens in your stomach. It’s not just Josh at the booth anymore. The entire group is back now, including Quinn—and Kaylee, of course. They’re sitting next to each other, laughing softly at something, their heads tilted just close enough to make your chest tighten uncomfortably. Because of course they’re next to each other. Of course.

The frustration you’ve been trying to tamp down flares up again, prickling hot under your skin. You glance away, your eyes threatening to roll before you can stop them. But it’s as if Quinn has some sixth sense for your mood, because the second you look back, his gaze locks onto yours.

He smiles at first, the kind of warm, easy smile that usually makes your heart flutter. But then his eyes drop to your shirt, the faint stain still visible against the white fabric, and his expression shifts to one of confusion.

“What happened to your shirt?” he asks, his voice cutting through the chatter as he abandons his conversation. He slides a little further into the booth, making room for you to take your usual seat on the end.

You approach the table, sitting down a little harder than you intended. The irritation bubbling beneath the surface sharpens your tone, and when you finally respond, it comes out rougher than you’d meant. “What do you think happened?”

Quinn blinks, visibly taken aback by the edge in your voice. His eyebrows shoot up briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. The silence that follows feels heavy, the casual buzz of the bar suddenly too loud in contrast.

Quinn leans slightly closer, his voice softer now, careful, his breath hitting against your ear. "Are you okay?"

You exhale a long sigh, the weight of the evening pressing down on you as you lean into his side. The familiar warmth of his presence wraps around you, grounding you in a way that words can’t. “I’m fine,” you murmur softly. “Sorry for snapping at you.”

Quinn doesn’t hesitate, his arm slipping casually over your shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses a kiss against your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a brief moment.

“It’s okay,” he replies, his voice low, just for you to hear.

For the next little while, you sit in the booth, letting the conversation flow around you. Quinn dives back into catching up with his friends, his laughter easy and unguarded as he shares stories and memories you’re only half-listening to.

You chime in occasionally when someone calls your name, offering a small smile or a quick reply. But mostly, you let yourself fade into the background, content to simply exist beside Quinn. His arm remains draped over your shoulder, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your arm.

“…double date, right?”

You only catch the tail end of the sentence, your mind still drifting when you feel Quinn give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. The touch pulls you back to the moment, your eyes blinking as you try to focus.

“Sorry, what?” you ask, glancing around the table.

The group erupts into light laughter, the kind that feels good-natured rather than mocking. Quinn leans in slightly, his smile soft but amused as he repeats himself. “A double date. You’d be down for that, right?”

“Oh, uh… sure,” you reply, nodding quickly before the words have fully sunk in. Your gaze shifts between the faces at the table, suddenly feeling as though you’ve missed an important detail. “With who?”

Quinn’s smile widens, and there’s a playful gleam in his eyes. “Kaylee,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your mouth falls open slightly, caught completely off guard by the response. You blink, turning your attention to Kaylee, who’s sipping her drink with an easy grace. “You… have a boyfriend?” you manage to ask, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

Kaylee lets out a light, melodic giggle, setting her glass down on the table. “Soon-to-be fiancé,” she corrects, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. “At least, once he grows a pair and actually proposes.” She laughs again, shaking her head. “He’s working late tonight, so he couldn’t make it.”

Her words hit you like a freight train. Fiancé? Working late? You feel your stomach drop as the realization sinks in. All of your jealousy is baseless. Kaylee wasn’t flirting with Quinn; she wasn’t even remotely interested in him that way.

She had a boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé.

Heat creeps up your neck and into your cheeks, the embarrassment washing over you like a tidal wave. You manage a small smile, but inwardly, you’re cringing so hard you wish the ground would swallow you whole. "Yeah, that'd be fun, for sure."

The next couple of hours fly by in a blur, and before you know it, everyone is saying their goodbyes, exchanging hugs and promises to meet up again soon. The warm glow of the bar’s lights spills out onto the sidewalk as you and Quinn step outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

It’s dark now, and a light drizzle begins to fall, the raindrops cool and soft as they dot your clothes. You glance at each other and break into a jog toward the car. By the time you reach it, the rain has picked up, turning from a drizzle into a steady downpour. You barely make it inside before the skies seem to open up, the sound of rain pelting against the roof filling the silence as Quinn starts the engine.

“Well, that was close,” he mutters with a small laugh, brushing the dampness from his sleeves before backing out of the parking spot.

The car is warm, the faint scent of Quinn’s cologne lingering in the air as he drives through the quiet streets. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence, the rhythmic drumming of the rain against the windshield almost hypnotic.

Then, his voice cuts through the quiet. “What was up tonight? You were quieter than usual.”

The question catches you off guard, but you quickly shake your head, hoping to dismiss it. “Nothing,” you say.

Quinn glances at you briefly, his expression skeptical even as he keeps his focus on the road. “I know you,” he says evenly. “And I know it’s not nothing, so just tell me.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn to look out the window. The rain blurs the city lights into streaks of gold and white, a beautiful distraction from the conversation you’d rather not have. “Quinn, I’m serious. It’s nothing,” you insist, your voice firmer this time.

He presses his lips together, his jaw tightening slightly. “Was it something I did?” he asks after a moment, his voice softer now, tinged with concern.

“No,” you reply quickly, shaking your head.

“Then what is it?” he presses again, his tone patient but persistent.

Your chest tightens, the question hanging in the air between you. It’s not that you don’t want to tell him—it’s just that you don’t even know how to put your feelings into words. The jealousy, the self-doubt, the small spiral you’d gone through earlier tonight—it all feels so petty now, so insignificant in hindsight. And yet, the weight of it still lingers, sitting heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You sigh, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window. "Just drop it."

At your words, Quinn pulls the car onto a quiet side street, the tires crunching over loose gravel before coming to a halt. He shifts the gear into park with a resolute click, his jaw tightening.

You turn to him, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you doing?” you demand, your voice edged with confusion.

He leans back in his seat, shrugging nonchalantly, though his eyes betray his concern. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Quinn, I told you—it’s nothing,” you snap, the irritation bubbling to the surface. Your arms cross tightly over your chest, a defensive shield against his relentless prodding.

He shakes his head, undeterred. “And I know you’re lying.”

A frustrated sigh escapes you, sharp and heavy. “You know what? Fine.” You unbuckle your seatbelt with a jerky motion, the click echoing in the small space. “I’ll walk home.”

Before Quinn can respond, you fling the door open and step into the storm. The frigid rain pelts down, soaking through your clothes almost instantly. The dirt road beneath your feet churns into sticky mud, clinging to your shoes as you march away, your defiance burning hotter than the cold seeping into your skin.

“Y/N!” Quinn shouts from the car, his voice cutting through the rain like a lifeline you refuse to grab. When you don’t stop, he curses under his breath. You hear the unmistakable sound of his seatbelt unclicking and the slam of his door.

The rain muffles his footsteps, but you know he’s chasing after you. “Y/N, wait!” he calls, urgency threading through his voice. You don’t slow, your pace quickening despite the mud threatening to pull you down.

“Y/N!” Quinn’s voice grows closer, and you finally halt, spinning around with enough force to startle him. He skids to a stop, but momentum carries him forward, and he stumbles into you. His hands instinctively reach out, gripping your arms to steady you both.

“You want to know what’s wrong, Quinn?” you snap, your voice trembling with more than just the chill. Rain streaks down your face, mingling with the tears you can no longer hide. “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

His hands drop, and for a moment, he just looks at you, water dripping from his lashes and the ends of his messy hair. “Embarrassed?” he repeats, his voice soft, almost incredulous.

You wipe at your eyes with a trembling hand, though the rain makes the gesture futile. “Yeah, embarrassed,” you admit, your voice barely audible over the steady drumming of rain. You look down, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought Kaylee had a thing for you.”

Quinn blinks, clearly taken aback. “I—you what?” he stammers, his brows knitting together in confusion.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself against the cold rain. “I thought she liked you,” you repeat, more firmly this time, though the words still sting as they leave your mouth. “But she has a boyfriend, so obviously she doesn’t.”

“She’s just a friend from college,” Quinn says, his voice steady, as if the explanation should settle everything.

You nod, but it feels hollow. “I know.”

“And even if she was single,” he continues, stepping closer, “I’m not.”

His words make you glance up despite yourself. The weight in his gaze pins you in place, your breath catching in your throat.

“I have a girlfriend,” he says, his tone softening but no less resolute. “A girlfriend who makes me chase after her in a rainstorm in the middle of the night.”

The corners of his lips tug upward into a faint smile, though there’s no mistaking the seriousness in his eyes. Your heart twists at the realization—you’d been so caught up in your own doubts that you hadn’t stopped to consider how much he’d already chosen you.

The rain pours around you, but the world seems to shrink to just the two of you. For a moment, neither of you speaks. His words hang in the air, heavy with meaning.

“Quinn—” Your voice falters. You search for the right thing to say, something that can express the tangle of emotions inside you. Embarrassment. Relief. Gratitude. "I usually never get jealous like this. I'm sorry."

Quinn’s expression softens as he reaches up, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The rain pelts in a steady, rhythmic drizzle around you, the droplets catching the light from the streetlamp above, creating a soft halo that bathes you both in a muted glow. He smiles, not in the least bit fazed, his eyes warm and reassuring.

"It's okay," he says simply, as if it's no big deal, his tone so calm, so easy, that it almost makes you feel like your jealousy was nothing at all.

"Quinn, I'm serious," you say, your brows knitting together as you try to convey just how sorry you truly were.

"Baby, it’s okay," he repeats, his voice low and full of understanding. "We all get jealous sometimes," he continues, his fingers now gently brushing your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin as if he’s trying to soothe away the tension. "I just ask that next time, you talk to me about it, okay? I want to know how you're feeling."

His words are earnest, leaving no room for doubt. He’s not upset, just asking for honesty—asking for you to trust him with those feelings. And that, more than anything, makes your heart soften.

You nod, the weight of your earlier emotions starting to ease. "I will," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn’s smile deepens, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes as he gazes down at you. He reaches out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your damp cheeks, wiping away the raindrops that have begun to cling to your skin. Then, without another word, he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

The world around you seems to fade as his mouth moves against yours, slow and passionate, his lips warm and soft despite the chill of the rain. The kiss is intense, full of emotion, as if he’s pouring everything he feels into it—the reassurance, the love, the unspoken promise that he’s here for you, and only you. Your arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer, and in that moment, the jealousy, the embarrassment—it all melts away, washed clean by the feeling of his lips on yours.

The rain continues to fall, droplets dancing off the pavement, but all you can feel is him—the solid warmth of his body against yours, the softness of his hands cradling your face. The streetlight above flickers softly, casting the two of you in a golden glow, making the moment feel like something out of a dream, something ethereal and untouchable.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, and for a moment, you just stand there, catching your breath, your hearts beating in sync.

Quinn looks into your eyes, his gaze steady and full of love. "And for the record," he says, his voice low and serious but with a teasing lilt at the end, "I don’t want anyone else. You’re stuck with me, okay? Deal with it."

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips, the tension fully gone now, replaced by warmth and affection. The way he says it—so matter-of-fact, so confident—makes your heart swell. You shake your head, smiling as you look up at him, the rain continuing to fall around you both, but in this moment, you’re completely lost in each other.

"I love you," you whisper, your fingers threading through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, this one softer but just as full of meaning.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Just got this idea and it made me cry ok so for 141+König where the reader suddenly walks up to him and just kisses and holds him while crying cause they love him so much and they panicked at the thought of losing him maybe sth happened and they got scared or maybe they were just thinking about it idk FUCK I love them so much can't bear the thought of anything happening to them 😭💔

141 + Königs Reactions To You Crying For/Over Them

Warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, angst

Simon Ghost Riley-

You hadn’t been able to find Simon all day. You chalked it up to the both of you being busy on base, but usually you’d always caught a glimpse of him throughout the day.

You had a gnawing feeling at your chest, but weren’t able to act upon it until later that night. You found Simon on the rooftop of base, staring up at the night sky as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“I thought you quit smoking.” You teased, slowly walking up to him.

When Simon didn’t give his usual witty remark in reply, you knew something was wrong. His eyes remained glued to the stars, and you could see that his eyes were red.

“Simon, are you okay?” You asked, your hand resting on top of his in a comforting gesture. “Talk to me.”

Simon tore his eyes away from the sky, and flicked his cigarette over the railing. “It’s the anniversary today.”

“Anniversary?” You asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“It’s been 6 years since they died.” Simon said, his voice hoarse from crying.

“Your family?” You asked, giving his hand another squeeze. In the years you’d been together, Simon had only talked about his family a few times, and you were never one to press the subject. Simon was a reserved man, and you’d don’t want to push your luck with that.

But Simon told you everything that night. Every little detail of his life when he was a child. The kind of man his father was. How his family was murdered and that the only thing he could do for them was to get revenge. No detail was spared, and once he was done speaking, Simon found a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He’d finally let someone in.

He took a breath, and looked up at you to find you sobbing. You didn’t know what to do, other than throw yourself into Simon’s arms, gripping around his waist at tight as you possibly could.

“Simon, I am so, so sorry you’ve gone through that. I don’t know.. I don’t know what to say other than I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.” You cried into his chest. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know, kid.” He said, his eyes softening as he looked down at you. “I know.”

John MacTavish-

You awoke in a cold sweat, breathing rapidly as you blinked away hot tears. You’d just had the worst nightmare. You were out on a mission, when Johnny was killed right in front of you. The dream felt so real, and your heart was aching at the very real possibility that you could lose him on a mission.

You looked next to you, and found Johnny’s side of the bed cold and empty. It was clear he hadn’t been in bed for some time.

You threw the covers off of you, throwing one of Johnny’s hoodies on before making your way toward the gym- somewhere you knew he would be at this hour.

You breathed a shaky sigh of relief as you laid eyes on Johnny. He’d worked up quite the sweat, and it was clear he’d been here for some time.

Your legs reacted before your brain could catch up, and you found yourself grabbing Johnny by the collar of his shirt and roughly placing your lips on his.

You pulled back, breathless as you looked up as Johnny with tears in your eyes. He immediately frowned, his brows furrowed in concern.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart. Are you alright?” His hands rubbed at your arms soothingly.

“I- I had a dream. You were gone and there was nothing I could do.” You sobbed, rubbing away at your tears as your eyes drifted to the floor. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

Johnny pulled you close to him, his arms holding you tight against his chest as he pressed kisses along your temple. “I’m here, Bonnie. It was just a dream. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I couldn’t sleep.”

“It felt so real.” You said, pulling away. “I.. I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you. I just.. I can’t even comprehend it.”

“Then don’t. Because I promise you, I will do everything in my power to keep coming back to you, okay?” Johnny asked, lifting your chin up so that your eyes met his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You sniffled in return, rubbing your teary eyes against his shirt causing Johnny to chuckle softly. “Let us get back to bed, yeah?”

“I’m not even tired anymore.” You mumbled, not pulling your face from Johnnys chest.

“Well, it’s a good thing a beds good for more than just sleeping, eh?” Johnny threw you a cheeky smile, before lifting you in his arms. “Gotta show my babe I’m not going anywhere.”

John Price-

Everything happened so fast. One minute, John was by your side as a hail of bullets rained down on the two of you in the field. The next, John was halfway across the field, oblivious to the enemy behind him. It was a blur, the man raised his gun, and proceeded to shoot John in the chest.

“John!” You shrieked, watching as the man you love fell to the ground. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as your brain started to malfunction. Nothing else around you in that moment mattered. He couldn’t die, not like this. He couldn’t leave you.

You sprinted across the field, ignoring the shouts of the other soilders around you, your eyes welling with tears as John’s frame came into view.

You skidded to your knees, your hands immediately reaching for John’s face.

“John!” You whimpered, your eyes skimming down the length of his body.

“Baby, hey. It’s okay. The vest caught it. It just knocked the wind out of me.” John reached out to grab your hands, trying to calm you down, to no avail.

Your hands continued to frantically pull at his vest, you needed to see he was truly unharmed with your own eyes. “No! No you got shot!”

John grasped your hands in his gently, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N. Look at me.”

You blinked away tears, your bottom lip wobbling as you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. “I thought I lost you.”

“I hope you know it’s going to take a lot more than a stray bullet to keep me from you.” John said, before capturing your lips in his. “I promise you I’m okay, alright?”

You nodded, pulling away to help John to his feet. With one final firm kiss, the two of you finished out the mission, neither one of you straying too far from the other.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

You twiddled your thumbs anxiously, your eyes darting back to the front door of the base every few minutes, praying Kyle would walk through the door.

141 was expected back three days ago, and according to Laswell they’d gone radio silent the day they were supposed to come back.

You choked back a sob, burying your face into your arms. You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if Kyle never came back. He was your everything.

You slowed your breathing, trying to regain your composure when the click of the front door caught your attention. Your head jumped up, your heart immediately skipping a beat as Kyle and the rest of the 141 walked through the front door, looking a little worse for wear.

Without a second of hesitation, your legs moved faster than they ever had in your life as you slammed yourself into Kyle, your arms encompassing his waist in a firm grip.

Your relationship wasn’t common knowledge, so Kyle was quite surprised when you made such a public display of affection, but it wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest. His squeezed you in return, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m here, babe. It’s okay.”

“They kept saying you weren’t coming back. That you were all dead.” You cried softly, burying your face in your boyfriend’s chest. “I was so scared.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. Everything’s going to be okay.” He promised, holding you tighter. “I’ve got you.”

The two of you remained inseparable for the remainder of the day, neither one of you taking your eyes off each other.

König-

It was no secret that König wasn’t the most popular person on base. Between his height, the frightening mask he wore, and his timid nature, he wasn’t known for making many friends.

It’d come as a shock to the majority of the people on base when it was announced that you and König were a couple.

You’d heard the whispers of course, just as König did. The rude comments thrown about him behind his back, unbeknownst to you, had König’s self esteem plummeting.

You didn’t find out until late one night when you found your boyfriend alone in the weapons locker, looking the most upset you’d ever seen him.

“Babe? You weren’t at dinner, is everything okay?” You asked, pausing a few paces in front of him. You’d never seen him like this and you were unsure of how to react.

“I’m a freak, Maus.” König spoke, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. “No matter what I do, no matter how good I am out on the field, no matter how well I follow orders… I’ll always be the outcast.”

Your heart shattered at his words, hot tears forming in your eyes as you stepped closer to him. “König, that’s not true.”

König finally looked up at you, a solemn expression on his face- something you never wanted to see on your lover again. “It is. I know you’ve heard what they say. I’m a monster. I’m weird. I look more like the villain than the hero. It’s all things I’ve told myself before.”

“Look at me.” You said, crouching before him. You quickly wiped away the stray tears that began to fall as you spoke. “You are not any of those things. Those people are fools. They haven’t gotten to know the man underneath the mask. On the field, you’re the battering ram. A powerhouse. The perfect weapon. But off the field? You’re the best fucking person I know.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close to you as you rubbed his back soothingly. “I love you so much König. If I have to, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how great of a person you are.”

“I don’t deserve you Maus.” He murmured, squeezing you tighter. “But I thank god every day you’re in my life.”

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A/N: ahh not super happy with this turned out- I’m not sure if I captured this request the best🥺

Excited to keep putting out the next few requests. Thank you again everyone for all your support❤️

[aishi-toru]

YOU'RE MY WISHLIST! ♡

⟡ synopsis ─ gojo satoru's the man who seems to be everywhere you go, whether it be within the comfort of your own home or miles away from the place. well, guess what happens when you show up looking a little too fine at your college's annual christmas eve party?

꣑ৎ content ─ MDNI, brother'sbsf!satoru / collegesenior!satoru x afab!reader, reader is suguru's younger sister, no use of y/n, reader can't escape him, suggestive content, reader is in love w/ gojo (and vice versa), intentional use of lowercase, usage of pet names e.g baby, pretty, good girl, etc., smut in the form of fingering, and probably more idk

◖word count — 2.6k

☆ credits ─ live laugh love @anitalenia 4 the gorgeous divider <3 no specific inspiration for this fic, just felt like writing one fueled by my christmas spirit (i have never celebrated christmas in my life, so if u caught me lacking, no u didn't!)

꩜ author's note ─ first fic ever & ofc it's ft. my man !! i'm not v satisfied with this work and it was really rushed towards the end, so feedback is much appreciated :3 merry xmas to all those celebrating and happy holidays ♡ title's from "a nonsense christmas" by sabrina carpenter :3

when you left home for college, you were certain you’d outrun the real-life horrors of your past— your parents' scoldings, the shitty food served at your school's cafeteria, the fake people you were surrounded by, and most importantly, your brother's best friend, gojo satoru, who just seemed to get finer with every single passing day.

the man was, for some reason, genetically white-haired all over. yeah, he had albinism, but god, the sight of him was no less than breath-taking. his sparkling, cerulean orbs, which glowed mesmerizingly both under the moonlight and the sun, seemed more and more enchanting with each passing moment. as the years went by with him by your brother's side, you told yourself to look away, refusing to acknowledge the feelings that flickered inside whenever you saw him. you did whatever you could to let go of them— tried to distract yourself with the shittiest of boyfriends, avoided him at school, locked yourself up in your room whenever he came over to hang out with your brother, you name it.

however, it seemed that luck hated, no, despised your embrace no matter how much you yearned for it, considering how the menace was always hovering around, inserting himself into your life at the most inconvenient moments. you're rehearsing for a school play in an empty classroom? the next thing you know, he has an arm propped around your shoulder and smiling at you in the most stupidly handsome way ever with a lollipop in his mouth as he asks you to just... practice with him around. oh, you're trying to get him off of you now? he'll steal your script before you can escape him and raise his hand up as high in the air as possible so you can't reach it. "hey, give it back!" you exclaim, only to be met by a smug smirk on his face and the most annoying "nuh-uh." he completely refuses unless you promise to not kick him out until the practice session is over.

you're walking back home with your brother, suguru? oops, gojo is there too! he's ruffling your hair no matter how pissed you get and yell at him; he only finds joy and pleasure in seeing you in this enraged state. whether he was a sadist, masochist, or simply insane, you did not know.

so, starting college felt like stepping into freedom. no more conversations centered around satoru, no more being so pissed you lose your voice from screaming, and no more late-night sob sessions everytime he got a new girlfriend.

however, it seemed that you'd forgotten that the stars didn't quite align for you, and the universe had decided to remind you of that very fact by ensuring that satoru received enough distinctions to be able to transfer universities. oh, and of course, the one he'd chosen just had to be the one you'd decided to spend the next 4 years of your life in. it wasn't until after you’d moved into your dorm and started your classes that you found out.

the first time you saw him around campus, you were freaked the fuck out. nevertheless, you simply assumed he was visiting a friend or relative and dismissed the sight.

however, much to your dismay, you discovered that he was, in fact, a senior at your college—a 2nd year, to be exact. it wouldn't be an understatement to assume you nearly had a heart attack when you found out, considering how this was the same guy who used to have a 2.6 gpa back in high school. when did he even start taking his studies seriously and lock in hard enough to meet the criteria and eligibility for your university, one of the most prestigious in the entire country? instead of rooting for you, fate just had to be your biggest hater.

every single time you saw him around, gojo would come up to you to exchange greetings and obviously, tease you about the most embarrassing things from your past while his obnoxious fangirls stared you the fuck down, wondering why he's so close to you even though you're just a freshman who should have nothing to do with him.

what surprised you more, however, was that you sometimes shared the same sentiment as them because you were definitely never this close with satoru. not in all the years your brother used to hang out with him, or all the times you'd seen each other on family dinners. sure, he'd teased you plenty, but he had no real concern or curiosity towards you. you found him walking you to classes, treating you to coffee and meals, buying you all the snacks you could ever need during exam preparations and so much more that you could never even list down.

and worst of all, the feelings you'd so desperately pushed away in the past had now creeped their way back into your heart and embedded every inch of your soul even deeper.

it struck you then—satoru’s actions might not be out of pure obligation. that would’ve been far too simple, too detached for someone like satoru. maybe, just maybe, there was something more to it, something unspoken lingering beneath it all. you couldn’t say for sure if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it felt personal, like you mattered in a way that went beyond the promises he'd made to your elder brother and family.

but still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just in your head. satoru’s actions, the way he treated you—it didn’t necessarily mean what you thought it did. it could be nothing—satoru’s actions didn’t have to mean anything. maybe you were just fooling yourself, letting your feelings cloud your judgment. so, you buried them as deep as you could, pushing them aside, telling yourself that letting go was the only way to protect yourself from the uncertainty. it was easier to convince yourself that you were just being delusional instead of facing what could be very real.

although, you do seriously question your latter supposition at your annual college christmas eve party when satoru, dressed in the sexiest 3-piece navy blue pinstripe suit with a black tie, has you pinned against the door of the nearest bathroom. if haven't had the opportunity to pay enough attention to his luminous, cerulean eyes up until now, you do at this very moment when he's staring at you like a predator would at it's prey.

"satoru," you let out a breath you weren't aware of holding, "what are you doing?" gojo, whose gaze had shifted down to your lips, let out a chuckle. "oh, so it's satoru now," he murmured, his hand pushing your hair behind your ear. "fine, 'toru..," you pronounce, going back to the nickname you'd started calling him during the while you'd spent with him. "that's more like it." his eyes meet yours again, conveying the desire and thirst that stirred within him— for how long, nobody knows.

the air around you two was thicker than usual, laced with tension as well as something… else. "you still haven't answered my question." upon your words, the white-haired man's face broke out into a cupid-induced smile, the most beautiful you'd ever seen. "well," his right thumb traced the outline of your lips so light as if you'd break from further pressure, "i thought you looked beautiful." what he says renders you speechless, your throat gone dry and your cheeks turning the prettiest shade of rose (in his eyes, at least.) "you always do, but even more so today." and if you weren't already a flustered mess, you would most certainly be now.

your reaction only draws a smirk on his face, and he decides to tease you a little more. "so, on that note, what do you think i'm doing?," his voice lowers as his hand traces its way down to your neck. "i... uh- i don't know... you tell me." satoru grins, only wanting to push you further.

"yeah? how about i show you instead?" and a mere instant later, his lips come crashing down on yours— you couldn't say you hadn't been expecting or anticipating it, but absolutely nothing could prepare you for the way his warm and impossibly soft lips felt against yours. initially, you froze, and you came to realise that all the possibilities you'd once ignored were now very much real.

it wasn't a bad thing— no, nowhere near it, maybe even one of the best that could ever happen to you. however, it did feel like too much of a development to be able to process in a matter of seconds.

upon the realisation that you hadn't responded to his advances, satoru pulled back from the kiss, seeming rather puzzled. "was i wrong?" he inquires, voice lower and deeper than it normally would be.

the melodic sound of his voice is what breaks your trance and serves as your call back to reality. you wanted to say no, reach for his collar, get on your tip-toes and lean in to kiss him, but you were stuck in place. you couldn't find your voice or your words, and it felt like your heels were superglued to the tiles of the bathroom floor.

if it hadn't already been obvious, you'd been yearning for this moment for god knows how long, and now that it was handed to you on a sliver platter, you couldn't simply pass up on it. being well aware of the fact that this encounter could change your and satoru's relationship for either the better or the worse, you took a deep breath, cupped the sides of his face, and tilted your head just enough to be able to kiss the man. your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him even closer, if that was possible.

being the way he is, satoru smiled into the kiss and lowered his hands to your hips. he could tell you were pouring each and every emotion from both the past and the present, and of course, he was doing the same.

it was inevitable, really— now that you could feel his skin against yours, it wasn't too difficult to put the pieces together and figure out that this was all bound to happen, already having been inked into the wondrous book of fate.

and so, for the first time in all the years you'd spent alongside satoru, you could say that the universe was, in fact, rooting for you. the way gojo's lips moved against yours, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world when he pulled away, the way the both of you heavily panted but still chased each other's warmth again barely seconds later, are more than enough confirmation.

"no, you weren't," you reply, feeling giddier than you ever had. "i wasn't what?" his hands caress your cheek with a carefulness that was almost unlike him, and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest (in the best way possible.) "you weren't wrong."

"and i'm still not wrong if i do this?" his large hand reached under your clothes and wandered up to your waist, resting over the skin of the region. "or this?" his mouth had reached your neck, leaving kisses-turned-bites all over, which were sure to transform into hickeys.

"no... no, you're not," you let out breathlessly, unable to escape the fire coursing through your veins at the slightest touch. you wanted more, so much more, and satoru was the only one who could fulfil your needs— not that you would have it any other way.

"you sure, pretty?" the corner of his mouth went up, resulting in a lopsided grin— he was obviously teasing you, that was just the way he was and always had been.

"uh-huh," you nod to reaffirm your statement. "good girl," he breathes out, only contributing to the echoes in the parts of your body which ached for him so badly.

his long fingers played and toyed with the hem of your dress, as if to test the waters. when you didn't resist, his hand sneaked up your thigh, gently fondling the skin.

despite the confidence in his actions, he observed every expression on your face cautiously, ensuring that nothing he did hurt you or made you uncomfortable in any way. when you show no signs on unease but instead only desire, he goes on to satisfy and soothe your needs.

his fingers traced their way up your inner thighs and lurked over the already soaked fabric of your underwear, bringing about a chuckle from satoru. "so needy for me already, hm?" he remarks, as if his own pants weren't tightening upon the observation.

"shut up, 'toru..." you're trying to regain your composure and keep up an attitude, but to no avail. the fact that he has you exactly where he wants you isn't helping, either. you're even trying to avoid his gaze, but the way you can feel his presence everywhere makes it impossible to do so— besides, he's making you face him again using his index finger and thumb to hold your chin in between, as he whispers out a "look at me, baby."

and when you do, you have to let out a gasp at the sight of him— his disheveled hair which was perfectly tamed at the start of the night, his half-lidded eyes as he looks at you like you're his entire world and his lips that are now slightly bruised and swollen from the kisses you've shared. it was beyond enough to get you all the more hot and bothered.

oh, but that's not the only factor contributing to the sounds you're making— it's also the way he's pulled your panties to the side and is currently tracing your slit ever so slowly. "want more, princess?" nearly mocking tone.

you hardly even manage to let out a hum before his slender fingers are running over the most sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from you. your eyes roll all the way back when one of his digits slides inside you just a moment later— you'd never been this sensitive, but it seems that was going to be entirely different with satoru.

he added one after the other, and now, three of his freakishly large fingers were pumping in and out of you relentlessly— he was so good with them, you could practically taste your orgasm about to wash over you.

"'m close, satoru," you whimper out almost pathetically, and his fingers are going even deeper now, hitting the spots you'd never even dreamt of reaching on your own. "yeah? is my princess gonna cum for me?" his voice is rough and he's groaning as if he's the one receiving the pleasure.

you can only nod as your arousal overwhelms you, white ropes of cum spurting out from your throbbing hole with one final thrust of his fingers. his entire hand was covered in your fluids, which he brought up to his mouth to be able to savor the sweetness of your juices on his tongue. god, he was an obsessed freak when it came to you.

"ew, satoru! why would you do that?" you hold back a giggle, expressing faux disgust at his actions. he only kisses you in response instead of using his words, making sure you get to taste what he'd drawn out of you as well.

"you think suguru's gonna be mad?" he asks, obviously amused at the idea of your brother enraged when he finds out what you and satoru have done. "oh yeah, definitely." he sweetly presses yet another kiss to your lips.

"if it's at the expense of me getting everything i wished for, i don't care, babe."

@cuntphoric :33

[barnesafterglow]

the art of missing someone

summary: bucky barnes was a lot, but he would always be yours

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: brief college then modern au, little bit of angst, don't ask if this is based off personal experience i will cry, smut (MINORS DNI!) [unprotected sex, oral (f receiving)], confessions, idk man i'm just here

a/n: first fic of 2025!! this was a bitch and i still lowkey hate it but it is what it is

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The thing about Bucky Barnes was, well, he’s kind of an asshole.

In a funny way, really, but an asshole through and through and, for some reason, that did it for you.

It did it for you so much, in fact, that you had been going in circles with him for years now. You met him originally at a party in college; you didn’t know anyone except for your roommate, Natasha, and she introduced you. You immediately gravitated towards him, with his quick wit and sharp opinions, you felt like you could talk to him about anything. He kept close to you the entire night, getting more touchy as the evening dragged on, until the tipping point came.

You were finishing up a game of beer pong where you and Bucky absolutely dominated, and as you sank the last cup, he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back on your feet. The thing is, he didn’t really let you go. You stood there, in the middle of a crowded party, with his arms around you and it was like everyone else disappeared.

Searching your eyes for permission, he bent his head down and his lips met yours and that was really the beginning of it all. It was unlike any kiss you had ever had, sweet but a little desperate and you craved more.

It became a thing, after that. You would see Bucky at a party, make nice for a few hours, then end up in a closet or empty bedroom making out until someone came to find you.

But more than that, Bucky became your friend. He was who you talked to in your darkest moments, who you sent stupid videos to, everything, and you liked it like that.

That is, until everything got turned on its head.

It happened right after graduation. You had just moved into your own apartment and were waiting for Bucky to come over for movie night. You hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, the communication very much lacking, but you figured it was just a busy time for both of you and once you got settled, everything would be fine.

That is, until you got a phone call as you closed the microwave door and started the popcorn. Immediately seeing Bucky’s name, you wiped your hands and answered.

“Hey, you almost here?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a sigh.

“I- I don’t know how to say this,” Bucky started, and you found yourself growing nervous. There was nothing you and Bucky couldn’t talk about. Well, almost nothing. “Me and Dot, well, we’ve been talking and…”

His voice trailed off, the line going quiet again. But you were going to make him say it.

“We’re getting back together. She really wants to make it work this time.”

And there it was. Dot was Bucky’s on again-off again for the last several years, stretching back to before you even knew him, and it was a sore spot in your friendship. They had mostly been “off” in the time you’d known him, save for a few memorable occasions where she wormed her way back into his life for a couple weeks just to break his heart all over again. It was safe to say she was not your favorite person, and you certainly weren’t hers.

“Bucky…” you started, but he cut you off.

“No, I know what you’re thinking.” He actually probably had no clue how evil the thoughts you had were, but you weren’t going to enlighten him. “But it’s serious this time, we’ve been talking since graduation and we’re both ready to give this a real shot, without all the bullshit.”

He sounded so sincere, and he was your best friend, so you took a deep breath and sighed, accepting the fact that if you wanted Bucky in your life, this was just something you would have to deal with.

You could hear his relieved laugh on the other end, and you felt your stomach give an odd lurch, like someone had pulled a carpet out from under you.

“I knew you would understand, thank you.”

“Of course, Buck. Now, what about movie night?”

Another beat of silence, then, just like you knew it would happen:

“I can’t, Dot is coming over.”

You wanted to argue, to scream, to make him feel bad about choosing her over you, but hadn’t he already? So instead, you mumbled a quiet agreement and hung up, not wanting to talk to him any longer. Already, it felt like the beginning of the end.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

-

It didn’t even happen slowly, is the worst part. You didn’t see Bucky that night, or any night for the weeks that followed. It wasn’t until you saw him at the coffee shop by your apartment that you were able to talk to him.

You sat down at his table, no longer interested in placid excuses and apologies, and asked him point blank what was going on.

“I’m just trying to keep Dot happy.”

“By staying away from me?” You were frustrated, sure, but under that really you were just hurt. “Listen, you know I don’t like her, but I would never ask you to choose between us. That’s not fair and if she cared about you like she said she does, then she wouldn’t either.”

“It’s not like that!” His voice was raising, just a little, so you knew he was just being defensive. He must have heard it too because he cleared his throat, voicing going back to normal. “I just don’t want to cause any problems.”

You nodded, grabbing your coffee as you stood up, and headed for the door. If he was willing to let your friendship go, then you weren’t going to fight him on it. So you left, face heated with embarrassment and tears threatening to spill over.

As you passed the threshold to the coffee shop back onto the sidewalk, you pulled your headphones on, ignoring the bustle of the city and Bucky still watching you leave through the window.

-

Adjusting to a life without Bucky was weird, you had to admit, but you did it anyway. The first few weeks were the hardest, when he was the first person you wanted to text during any occasion, but eventually that muscle memory faded until you were reaching out to the people who actually valued you in their life. 

Almost a year passed, and you moved on in all the ways you could. You heard Bucky moved back across the river to Brooklyn and that was about all you knew; your friends avoided the mention of even his name if they could help it, even though you knew at the very least Steve and Natasha still talked to him.

You just hoped he was happy, no matter what he was doing.

It was a cold January night when the notification came through. Wanda had recently convinced you to get on a dating app, even though you were perfectly content being single, thank you, but you had to admit the attention didn’t hurt.

You weren’t expecting much when your phone chimed and you unlocked it without even looking at the notification. Which is how you came face to face with Bucky’s Hinge profile, and a message attached to a picture of you that you knew he had taken saying: hey, you look familiar.

Was that really how he was going to make amends, on a dating app?

You supposed it was kind of funny, in that asshole way of his, and you stared at the message for another moment before responding.

oh, i know you?

if you want to

And, well, that was the thing. You did want to. No matter what he did, no matter how much he hurt you, he was still your best friend. Your Bucky.

Instead of answering, you pulled up a contact you hadn’t opened in months and pressed call. It rang one time before a familiar voice flooded the other end.

“Hey, stranger.”

“Hey, Buck.”

It was a healthy conversation, if you were being honest. Bucky apologized, told you he and Dot were done for good this time and, against your better judgment, you accepted it. You talked for hours after that, catching up on life and reminiscing on old memories, until you checked the time.

“Shit, it’s late,” you said as you put the phone back to your ear. “Almost midnight.”

And then, the words you dreaded but wanted desperately.

“Come over.”

“To Brooklyn? Buck I can’t take the subway this late.”

“I’ll pay for your Uber. Just come over.” You could hear the words he wanted to say, the ones on the tip of his tongue that he just wouldn’t force out.

“Well, I did miss you.” You tried to press it, to make him say it, but he only hummed on the other end.

“So is that a yes?”

You looked down at yourself, cozied up in sweatpants and a hoodie that you were almost entirely sure was Bucky’s, and sighed.

“Yes.”

“Perfect, your Uber will be there in 8 minutes.”

You didn’t have time to wonder how he got your new address - probably one of your mutual friends, maybe he had been keeping more tabs on you than you had on him - and shot up from the couch. With no time to change, you headed to the bathroom and brushed your teeth before taming your hair in the best way you could. As you were stuffing some clothes in an overnight bag - just in case, you told yourself - your phone chimed with a text from Bucky that your Uber had arrived. 

In a whirlwind, you rushed to the car where the driver seemed very put off at having to wait a whole 90 seconds for you to walk four flights of stairs, and slid in.

The whole ride there you were nervous. The thing with Bucky was, despite many drunken hookups, you’d never actually had sex. You weren’t really sure why, just that it had never happened and you had been grateful for it in the long run. You weren’t even sure if it would happen tonight, if he still wanted you like that. Even with all your talking and catching up, you hadn’t been brave enough to ask what this meant.

At nearly 1am, your Uber pulled up outside a beautiful Brooklyn brownstone and, there on the front porch, stood Bucky.

He wrapped you in his arms as he stood in front of you, and it all felt so heartbreakingly familiar you gave in immediately, all the tension leaking from your body at the feeling Bucky gave you. 

“Hey,” he said softly into your hair. “Come on in.”

Bucky’s house was so far from his old college apartment it was frightening, yet it couldn’t have felt more like Bucky. More like home. 

You took in your surroundings, shelves of books and vintage furniture and warm tones, it was almost like stepping back into your own place, the aesthetics were so similar. That was the funny feeling in your chest, you were sure.

Eventually, you ended up on Bucky’s couch with some superhero movie on, not really watching it but still grateful for its background noise to fill the room with each lull in the conversation. Not that there were many, one thing that came easy with Bucky had always been talking - although neither of you did much of that when it really mattered; you figured you could put that out of your mind for now. 

Over the course of the movie, you and Bucky shifted closer together until your thighs were pressed flush and you could feel the air from each of his exaggerated hand movements. It wasn’t until a wayward wave nearly grazed your nose that you truly realized how close you had become, and the sight of Bucky’s eyes shifting subtly to your lips has your self restraint at an all time low.

Fuck it, you thought. You had wanted this for so long, but you also knew you could live without Bucky if everything went tits up. It was a sad thought, that, but you couldn’t let this opportunity go. With every bit of courage you had, you let your hand float up to cup Bucky’s cheek, eyes searching for any sort of hesitation. When you found none, you leaned forward to close the admittedly small gap between your lips.

It was electric. Never had a kiss from someone else ever lit a fire inside you the way one from Bucky did. It started off slow, searching, a chance to reacquaint yourselves. But the second Bucky’s hand reached to tangle in your hair, everything shifted. 

Suddenly you were pulled in Bucky’s lap, legs straddling his, lips desperate for a taste of what you’d missed for so long. It was everything you hadn’t let yourself wish for, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to be missing it again anytime soon.

It wasn’t until your shirts were on the floor and Bucky was making quick work of your clasped bra that you thought maybe it would be smart to just slow down. Just for a second, just to get your bearings. 

An honest to god whine fell from his lips as you pulled back, stopping his hands from undressing you any further. 

“Buck,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his, hands cupping his face as if he was something precious. Though you supposed he was, to you at least. “What’s going on?”

“I just…” His voice trailed off, obviously unsure of himself even though this at least was familiar territory. What was to come next, however, was not. “I can’t go another day without making you mine.”

Your core tightened at the words, vivid memories of what Bucky’s hands and mouth could do; fantasies of what else he could do invaded as well as suddenly talking didn’t seem like a priority anymore. 

“Take me to bed.” And that was all he needed. 

Bucky scooped you up bridal style, carrying you across the threshold of his bedroom and laying you gently on his bed. Your eyes darted around, wanting more of snippets of the life Bucky had built here, but you were quickly distracted by his body covering yours, the weight of him pressed between your thighs was comforting and intoxicating. 

Bucky’s touch proved even more distracting as he shed you of your bra, mouth immediately latching to one nipple, the little nips and sucks enough to drive you crazy on their own, while his hands pinched at the other. He continued his assault until you were dizzy with want, then he trailed down your body with his mouth, not leaving an inch of skin undiscovered until he reached the waistband of your sweatpants.

He pulled them down just an inch, then his eyes shot up to meet yours at the discovery. 

“No underwear?” His voice was deep, husky, almost fucked out if you really thought about it. It was a thrill that your hold on him was so tight that just the thought of you without underwear was enough to leave him reeling just a little bit. 

You batted your eyes innocently. “Someone didn’t give me much warning about my Uber, I apologize.”

The giggle in your voice suggested the insincerity of your apology, but it didn’t deter Bucky as he pulled your pants from your body, mouth and hands still exploring. 

His fingers traced unknown patterns along your inner thighs, gently pushing them apart until you were fully exposed to him. You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you had never been in this position before. You had, of course, but never sober, and never with Bucky looking at you so attentively - like he was going to eat you alive. 

It was intense, having Bucky’s eyes bore into you as he lowered his mouth to your core, starting with gentle kitten licks until your hips were bucking, searching for more friction. One of his hands pinned your hips to the bed, while the other slipped through your folds, spreading spit and slick, before he slipped one inside of you. Then two, then three, until you were begging for release.

All it took was a soft whisper of come on, baby and a crook of Bucky’s fingers and you were falling apart, the intensity of your orgasm whipping through you, and as you floated back down to your senses, Bucky was still going. 

It was feverish, like he couldn’t get enough of your pleasure, and each twitch and moan encouraged him until your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him away from your spent body.

He let out a protest, but you silenced it by pressing your lips to his, moaning at the taste of yourself as his tongue pressed into your mouth. You were lost in the sensation, letting yourself be manhandled until you were once again in Bucky’s lap. Sometime while you had been transported to another planet, his pants had been shed and you were oh so close to getting everything you ever wanted. 

With your mouth still pressed to his, you rolled your hips, feeling the weight of him sliding along you. You kept at it, teasing and grinding until he thrust his hips and there it was; one slight adjustment and the feeling of Bucky stretching you out to was more overwhelming than you could have imagined.

Your hips stilled, as did Bucky’s, letting you adjust to him until you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, your way of telling him that you were okay, that he could move.

His thrusts started slowly, letting you feel every inch of him until you were begging for more. When his hands stopped roaming to grip your hips tightly, you knew you were done for.

Bucky held you in place, his hips snapping up to fuck into you and all you could do was hold on for the ride. 

You were so overwhelmed you almost missed Bucky’s words, mixed in with his moans, but once you caught them, they were as clear as day:

I missed you.

Over and over, Bucky was repeating the words, interspersed with groans and heavy panting, but your heart restricted regardless 

He missed you. Bucky missed you.

With your thoughts such a jumbled mess, reveling in the fact that this was really happening, your orgasm snuck up on you. One second you were floating on the high of Bucky and the next you were crashing, falling, and he was right there to catch you as you came down.

His hips slowed, stuttering as he spilled into you with one final thrust.

For a moment, the world around you didn’t exist. All there was was this moment, with Bucky’s arms around you and your head buried in his shoulder. Everything came back at once: your harsh breaths, the noise of the TV far away in the living room, and Bucky’s hushed whispers as he held you.

“I missed you so much.” You didn’t respond for a moment, but you lifted your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. In them lay the sincerity of his words, vulnerable now that they weren’t being said in the heat of the moment.

“I missed you too, Buck.”

[thepixelelf]

one night romance chan x reader x frat president seungcheol warnings: coarse language, alcohol, possessive (derogatory) cheol. tmnt references. idk how frats work. wc: 868

love triangle au requests (this one is for @hey-blondie <3)

[what's holding you back?] "Seungkwan!" Chan calls out, rushing into the recently-tidied kitchen area of the frat house he's finally dared to step foot in. "Seungkwan Seungkwan Seungkwan Seungkwan Seungkwan!"

Said man's eyes widen as Chan slips directly into him as a result of all the spilled alcohol and dignity on the tile flooring. Seungkwan catches him, barely. "Oof. Shit, Chan-- What?"

Righting himself, Chan beams, his bright smile making Seungkwan's face twist in confusion. Chan's skipped out on just about every party he's ever been invited to since first year, and he'd been complaining about smell of the place just ten minutes ago. Seungkwan couldn't refute that, of course. A house full of twenty-somethings, and mostly frat guys at that? Not exactly ideal. Still, more than a couple of Seungkwan's (and by association, Chan's) friends are part of this fraternity, and the parties are extremely preferred to academic readings, in his opinion.

As Chan catches his breath, Seungkwan raises an eyebrow. "You look like a madman."

"They're here!"

Seungkwan connects zero dots. "Who's here?"

"Donatello!"

Zero. "Who?"

"Seungkwan." Chan put both his hands on Seungkwan's shoulders. "My soulmate."

Two. His eyes widen. "The person from your cousin's weddimmfh--?!"

Chan slaps his hand over Seungkwan's mouth, frantically looking toward the common area before meeting eyes again and hushing out, "Shhh-- Yes! They're literally right over there on the couch! What are the odds!"

Seungkwan grabs Chan's hand and shoves it away. "Wasn't that wedding in another country? How the hell...?"

Something dangerously sparkly shines in Chan's eyes. "It's fate."

"Are you sure it's them?"

"You think I'd forget what the love of my life looks like?"

Seungkwan crosses his arms. "Chan, the love of your life left you in an empty hotel room."

"They had an early flight," Chan defends not for the first time, just as adamant as every other time he's told his friends about his whirlwind one-night romance.

"And they didn't leave you their number, or any social media."

Chan shrugs. "We were talking about life, not the internet." He smiles at the memories that must be flashing by in his mind. "And then we weren't talking."

"Don't even start there, dude." Seungkwan's heard more than enough in that department. "They didn't tell you their name."

"I--" The corners of Chan's mouth turn downward, and something like disappointment flashes over his face. "Yeah."

Seungkwan meant to bring Chan a bit closer to reality, but it wasn't his intention to totally bum the guy out. He takes a breath. "Why do you call them Donatello, again?"

Chan's eyes brighten. "They wore a purple blindfold for the pinata."

"Right. A pinata at a wedding."

"There were a bunch of kids!" He stares toward the common area again. "They were so cute with the kids..."

"Okay, okay, Splinter," Seungkwan says, putting a hand on Chan's shoulder and walking them both a little closer to the border between the kitchen and the packed common area. "Before you go imagining a whole nuclear family and white picket fence with this person, let me at least meet them. Where are they?"

Chan doesn't answer, just smiling into the crowd, and Seungkwan sighs. Lovestruck. That's what this is. He follows Chan's eyes to a couch all the way across the room, where someone kind of close to Chan's mystery Donatello's description is sitting, a strong arm slung over the cushion directly behind their shoulders.

An arm belonging to--

"Wait." Seungkwan grips Chan's arm stopping him from just waltzing right over. "Wait, Chan. It's not" --he points a shaky hand at you-- "them, is it?"

It's like Chan barely hears the question. He just lets out a dreamy (borderline creepy) sigh like a cartoon princess. "Perfect, right?"

"Chan, listen to me." Seungkwan spins Chan to face him and puts both his hands on his shoulders. "You cannot pursue this person. Absolutely not. They're off limits."

Snapping out of it, Chan frowns. "Off limits?"

"Entirely. They're Seungcheol's."

"Who?"

Seungkwan glances across the room again, where you laugh at something someone says, and the man in question -- with his arm not technically around you but pretty damn close -- looks at you with such a wide smile that his eyes become delighted crescents.

"Choi Seungcheol," Seungkwan explains, keeping his voice low even though no one in the immediate vicinity gives a shit what they're talking about. "He's the president here."

Chan looks over at you, sounding defeated when he asks, "They're dating?"

"Well..." Seungkwan hesitates, and Chan whips his head back.

"They're not dating?"

Grimacing, Seungkwan shakes his head, unsure of how to explain the mess that is you and Choi Seungcheol and this whole stupid fraternity. "They're-- No, they're not dating. I think. They're friends. I think. No one's really said it explicitly... but everyone knows not to make a move on Donatello because Seungcheol has, like..."

Chan frowns. "Dibs?"

"Ew, dude. They're a person."

Crossing his arms, Chan shrugs Seungkwan's hands off his shoulders. "I know. You're the one making it sound like that guy is treating them like they're not. So?"

"So?" Seungkwan echoes, confused.

"They're not dating, and this Choi Seungcheol person sounds like a piece of shit. So what am I still doing here?"

Blinking, Seungkwan just stares at Chan.

He thinks about it.

And after thinking for not very long, he nods and says, "Go. I've got your back."

=

part 2

[superpowereddonut]

Favour for a Friend (Sirius Black x Reader) - Part 1

This came to me in a dream and I had to write it down! I've never posted any of my own works anywhere, but figured it's a short little one-shot that I may as well put out there even if no one ever reads it! If I feel inspired I might turn this into a proper fic, but idk yet.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N: set at Hogwarts, fake dating trope

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius isn't gay (even though Wolfstar is obviously canon lol)

Word count: 1401

Read part 2 here.

*****

Barely catching her breath enough to mutter the password, the Gryffindor girl rushed into the common room, all windswept hair, flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She spotted the Marauders all lounging by the fire (except Peter - he was always off snogging Dorcus in a closet these days) and made a beeline straight for them. Remus was squashed awkwardly in an armchair, a book open against his long legs where they were draped over one arm and his back resting against the other. James was sitting up on one end of the adjacent couch, his transfiguration homework in his lap, with Sirius sprawled at the other end, legs stretched out in front of him, head tipped back and eyes closed, listening to the music emanating from the record player nearby.

She felt a twinge of regret when the cosy atmosphere broke as she stormed over, her gaze flicking over each of them before settling on Sirius, who had cracked an eye open to look at her, now standing on the carpet in front of the fire.

“Black, I need you to be my boyfriend.”

James and Remus both snapped their heads up at that, and Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Excuse me?”

“Lucas Davis just asked me out again!” The three boys in front of her seemed to let out a simultaneous groan. They were almost as sick as she was of Davis, the irritating Gryffindor two years above them who had been hellbent on wooing her for almost four months now. Unlike James, who had been smitten with Lily since they were eleven and asked her out at least once a week, Davis was aggressive - cornering her in half-empty hallways only to speak over her, invading her personal space whenever he got the chance, and making creepy sexual innuendos anytime a teacher was out of ear-shot. At this point it didn’t even seem to be about her. He just liked the chase and enjoyed making girls squirm. Even girls who hated his guts.

“Just tell him to piss off”, James suggested with a shrug

“Oh jeez, thanks James! Why didn’t I think of that?” She rolled her eyes, “I’ve told him to piss off a hundred times, in a hundred different ways! But he’s relentless- convinced I’m playing ‘hard to get’ or some bullshit like that. The only thing I think would actually get the misogynistic bastard to leave me alone is if he thinks I’m already seeing someone. So,” she said, turning again to Sirius, “can you just pretend to be my boyfriend, Black?”

“Why me? Ask Remus - you two already spend all your time together, surely dating isn’t that much of a stretch!” She shook her head impatiently, “He’s gayer than Bowie and everyone knows it!”. The boy in question huffed a laugh, “Cheers, love.” She ignored him.

“Get James to do it then!” Sirius exclaimed, and the messy-haired boy next to him opened his mouth, sitting up straighter. He probably would do it, she thought, because he would do just about anything for his friends. The noble idiot.  “Oh please, you think anyone would believe that this lovesick fool has moved on from Lily?” She retorted, making a vague gesture towards James, who just grinned ruefully and relaxed back into his seat, nodding his head in agreement.

“And you think anyone would believe we are a couple?” She paused for a second, unsure of how to answer. Although she and Sirius had always been… sort of… friends, it was largely only because of her friendship with the other Marauders - mainly studying with Remus and playing quidditch with James. While they inevitably spent a lot of time together due to their mutual friends, it was true that they were at each other’s throats more often than not, she supposed. Remus was complaining just last week about their constant bickering and their incessant need to outcompete each other in every little thing. 

She was saved from answering by James. “Actually, a Ravenclaw in our charms class - you know, Macmillan? - asked me if you two were dating a couple of weeks ago.” 

They both turned to look at him, shocked, and he just shrugged, “he said he wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade but wanted to make sure nothing was going on between you and Sirius”. Before she could unscramble her thoughts enough to answer, Remus piped up from his armchair. “A girl in the year below asked me something similar recently. Thought she might have a shot with Sirius, but wasn’t sure. She said something about you two having ‘chemistry’ at that party after the last quidditch match.” She fought the blush that spread across her cheeks at the memory. They’d thrashed Slytherin last month and she’d gotten pretty drunk at the party in Gryffindor tower afterwards. She always got a bit flirty when she drank, and Sirius was a shameless flirt even when he was stone cold sober. They’d traded a few harmless remarks early in the night, and later, though she couldn’t really remember how it happened, she ended up dancing to some ABBA songs with her back pressed against Sirius' chest, his arms around her waist and his hot breath on her neck. It hadn’t led anywhere - in fact she had been pretending it never happened - but she still felt a burning pit in her stomach whenever she thought about the way he had felt pressed against her, or the way he had grinned and licked his lips when she turned around and they danced chest to chest.

She shook herself slightly and forced herself to look at Sirius, who was frowning at Remus. “Plus,” she said bitingly, “you’ve established a pretty solid reputation for fucking anything that moves”. Sirius scowled at her before roughly shoving himself up from the couch and strolling past her to the record player that was now sitting idle, the last track having finished. She watched his tense shoulders as he carefully selected a new record and switched them over. She softened her tone, “I’m sure Davis will move on and start pestering some other poor girl before long. I just need you to play the overprotective boyfriend role until he backs off.” She shared a glance with Remus and James when he still didn’t respond. “Please,” she finally relented. When Black still didn’t answer, now decidedly fiddling with the tuning knobs on the record player, she sighed. She’d have to find another way to deter Davis and it’d have to be soon - she didn’t know how many more times she could hear his sleazy “hiya sweetheart”, before she’d resort to hexing him. And that would probably just make him re-double his efforts.

She barely noted the sound of the gryffindor portrait opening to let someone into the common room, but then- “There ya are sweetheart! Bin lookin’ all over for ya!” She gritted her teeth, turning around to see Lucas Davis stalking towards her, that stupid fucking smirk on his face. “Can’t think why, given that you saw me an hour ago and I told you to ‘leave me the fuck alone’”, she snapped. She could see both Remus and James tense in her peripherals, probably preparing to tell Davis to ‘fuck off’ themselves, but Sirius remained silent behind her. Davis either didn’t notice the two boys glaring at him, or didn’t care, and he only smiled wider, “aw come on princess, don’ be like that!” He whined, “I think you just need-” 

But she never found out what he thought she needed, as Sirius suddenly stepped up to her side, casually slung an arm around her shoulder and drawled, “You heard my girl, fuck off and leave her alone.” Davis visibly recoiled, and she might have laughed at his shocked expression had she not been entirely preoccupied by Sirius' comforting warmth as he leant against her. “Your girl?” He sputtered. 

“My girl.” Sirius repeated, and she could hear the mocking smile in his voice, “Girlfriend, paramour, lover, whatever. The point is: fuck. off.” Even Remus seemed to be hiding a grin as Davis stood there, dumbstruck, his eyes darting between her and Sirius as though stupefied. She relaxed into Sirius embrace and intertwined her fingers with his where they hung over her shoulder. “Bye Davis”, she crooned, with a smug smile. He seemed to struggle for another moment before turning on his heel and striding out the door without another word.

[ddodol]

good boy — j.sc

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, himbo pt!sungchan, fem!reader, oral (m.), subby sungchan!, dry humping, overstimulation. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.8k+

a/n; idk i love subby sungchan.. this is also my 1000th post so <3

sungchan was, for the lack of a better word, a bit dull.

your hot personal trainer was one-track minded and he was down to help you with whatever you needed, though you have to preface it as something that would help with your health goals.

asking him out for lunch? you just needed him to pick out food for you, that’s all. acting like you had no idea how to use certain equipment even though you’ve had a gym membership for years? sungchan didn’t have to know about that.

nonetheless, you could notice how you were slowly affecting him little by little. his grasp on you would linger for longer, or how his eyes would wander around your curves. though that doesn’t mean sungchan does anything to ease himself around you, always on guard and acting professionally.

you knew it was only a matter of days before you had him wrapped around your fingers, wanting to speed it up by dressing up scantily and spraying a bit of perfume before heading out to the gym.

sungchan asked for today’s session to be done in the evening. whatever his reason was, it worked out in your favor because it meant you had the entire gym for yourselves.

the moment you stepped in, you could’ve sworn sungchan visibly froze. he had his eyes on your figure, breath getting caught in his throat and lips parted open as he looked at you.

”y/n?” he called out softly, shivers running down his spine when you smiled at him. sungchan shifted uncomfortably, taking a few minutes to compose himself. “um, y-you look nice,” he cleared his throat, glancing away awkwardly.

you chuckle, laying down your bag on the side as you walked closer to him. he subconsciously took a step back, neck and ears turning red as his heart pounded against his ears.

sungchan wasn’t actually that stupid; he could tell you were attractive and how you were attracted to him as well. he never took your little hints because he always thought you were just kind enough to consider him whenever you asked him to eat outside or innocent enough to not know how to use gym equipment even though he knew about your gym membership.

sungchan thought you were a bit cute, finding your assertive personality admirable. although he never expected something like this from you— not when he’s been having wet dreams of you every night. last night’s dream was a bit more vivid than usual, and seeing you like this felt like a cruel reminder of his sinful thoughts.

your session went normally, much to your dismay, though you could feel sungchan’s hesitation and the electricity that would run through your body whenever his hands would brush against your sweaty body. sungchan was restless— constantly fixing up his pants as he focused on his breathing.

he was fighting for his life with every small whimper and moan that escaped your lips, the empty gym amplifying your voice and filling his ears even more. sungchan could’ve sworn those were the exact same noises you were making in his dreams, flushing up even more as he watched over you tirelessly.

you sat back up, groaning as you massaged your sore shoulders. sungchan moved towards you, concern etched in his soft features, “y/n, you good? pulled something?” he asked quickly, mindlessly caressing your affected shoulder.

the soft sighs that escaped your lips made sungchan freeze, heart pounding against his chest as his eyes roamed over your sweaty body. “sungchan?” you called out softly, brows furrowing when he stopped massaging the knots in your shoulder.

“sungchan, is something wrong?”

he swallowed thickly, staring right into your eyes, “is this on purpose too, y/n?” sungchan asked shakily, cheeks flushing up when you met his eyes.

your eyes wandered down to the very obvious bulge that’s been calling out to you, chewing on your bottom lip as you traced over the thick outline against his grey sweatpants. your mouth dropped open, eyes going wide as your eyes flicked up to his blushing face.

”is that for me?” sungchan’s breath hitched in his throat, nodding obediently at your question. you chuckle, turning around to face him properly. he looked over your body, a whimper escaping his lips as he took in every curve, your flushed skin glowing under the gym’s bright lights.

you stood up to push him down a nearby bench, smiling as he stared up at you with huge eyes. “tell me what you need me to do, sungchan,” you whispered in a sultry voice.

sungchan’s eyes trembled, breathing heavily as your hands snaked over his lap. he shuddered against your touch, body growing weak at the teasing. he let out a shaky breath, biting his lower lip.

”talk to me, sungchan.” his eyes were glossy, breathing more quickly when you kneeled down in between his legs. “do you want it like this?” sungchan nods eagerly, eliciting a giggle from you. “m’kay, just leave it to me,” you smiled at him, keeping eye contact as you pulled his sweatpants down.

you marveled at the sight of his erect length, watching it twitch desperately against the air. your eyes flicked up to look at his face, slowly inching closer to his leaking tip. you pressed a soft kiss on his sensitive underside, smiling when his cock throbbed in your hands.

“you like that, sungchan? you’re leaking so much already,” you sighed softly, brows furrowing as you looked up at him.

”y/n, y/n— fuck, y/n,” sungchan moaned, thighs trembling and hips jerking up reflexively. he was starting to feel impatient, head starting to spin at how close your lips were from his cock. you chuckled in disbelief at how needy he was, cooing at him as you ran your hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to help him relax.

”i got you, baby,” you smiled at him, wrapping your lips around his tip, slowly taking in his thick length. you gagged a little, face warping as you brushed hair away from your face. he was huge, too huge that your jaw already felt slack. you tried to hold on for longer, breathing raggedly through your nose before taking more of him in.

sungchan moaned shakily, repeating curses under his breath as he watched you take him all the way down to the base. he gasped sharply, throwing his head back at your warmth. “fuck, y/n. y/n, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled, reaching down to tuck the stray hairs behind your ear so that he could see you clearly.

you kept your eyes on him, corners of your lips curling up into a small smile when you noticed how flushed his body had gotten. you didn’t have to do much, tongue swirling around his tip as your cheeks hollowed out from sucking on his cock. sungchan was moving his hips for you, moaning desperately as he chased after his high.

”fuck, fuck, fuck,” drawn out moans left his lips, throwing his head back from the pleasure. “y/n, you’re so good— so fucking good. ah, fuck,” sungchan mumbled without much thought, hips stuttering as his cock throbbed inside your mouth.

you hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock. he let out a whine, eyes almost tearing up as he came in your mouth in no time. you winced a little at the warmth, a mix of his cum and your spit stringing as you pulled away.

sungchan hurriedly pulled you in his arms, breathing heavily against your neck. “need you, need you so bad,” he whined, rocking his hips against your plush thighs. your body felt soft and warm in his arms and sungchan wanted nothing more than than to bury his throbbing cock deep inside you.

”please, y/n,” he whimpered, hands trembling as he held your waist. you smiled sweetly, cooing at him. you cupped his face, gently rolling your hips against his still erect length. sungchan moaned, pretty face contorting sensitively. “y/n,” he whines, “i need you.”

you shake your head, “and i need you to get a hint, sungchan.” you clicked your tongue, running your hands down his muscular arm, appreciating how it bulged whenever you’d grind down on his cock.

”go out with me.” you laughed at his pathetic attempt, still moving your hips against his cock. “y/n, please— please let me fuck you, i’m so fucking close,” he cried out, voice cracking as tears filled his huge eyes. you knew just one word from you would be enough to drive him insane, amused with how you had him wrapped around your little finger.

”show me,” you hummed, cupping his face to make him look at you. “show me how good you’ll fuck me.”

sungchan nods eagerly, panting as he rubbed his bare, leaking cock against your clothed heat. you bit back your moans, wanting to hear each and every whimper that left his lips. he was completely focused, moaning your name out mindlessly.

”y/n. please tell me it feels good for you too, y/n,” he whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck. sungchan continued to moan and move his hips, hands trembling as he tightened his hold on you.

you chuckle softly, moving your hips along with his to draw out even more high pitched moans from him. “mm, i can’t tell. there’s something in the way,” you teased, fighting back the whimpers that were threatening to spill from your lips. “i’m gonna need more than this.”

sungchan’s pretty face contorted, focusing all his attention on you. he panted softly, staring up at you as he pushed your heat against his cock. you let out a small moan, mouth dropping open when you felt him right against your clothed entrance. he continued to push, the fabric of your shorts stretching out, tip attempting to poke right through. you shuddered, unprepared for the sudden stretch you were about to experience.

you knew he was close, moving your hips to help him cum just so you could get out of the physical toll it would give you if you took him inside you in this state, your body still completely sore from the earlier workout.

sungchan groaned, sinking into your arms as he came. relieved, you stare down at him, gently patting his head. “good boy,” you hummed, also trying to catch your breath.

”you didn’t cum yet,” he whispered, shuddering slightly before pulling away to look at you. there was something in his gaze— a mix of lust and determination, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

”i’m fine—” before you could even speak, sungchan lifted you up in his arms, pressing your body against the nearest wall. your heartbeat began to speed up, head spinning at the dazed expression on his usually adorable and docile face.

“s-sungchan?” he smiled at you, holding your hand and rubbing his cheek against your palm.

“warm-up’s over. let’s do the real thing now, okay?”

[yourislandgirl]

*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ SUMMERTIME STRESS ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 김선우 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: feeling the overwhelming weight of your future pressing down on your heart, you were barely present for the relaxing beach day your boyfriend had planned for you, thankfully, sunoo knew how to create the perfect medicine for lingering anxiety using laughter

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!sunoo x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft mentions of other members plus karina

warnings: attempts at humour, swearing/cursing, pet names like once or twice, a little angsty, fear of adulthood, i mention internships in case you’re like .. idk scared of those (i don’t blame you at all), sunoo is king of the sassy men apocalypse and you are not spared

w.c: 2.3k

[archive]

Summer was supposed to be about relaxation. When the days stretched long and far, and you’d wake up without the burden of a schedule or the foreboding feeling of responsibilities. There’s always some sort of beauty in summer, like the glimmer of sunlight reflecting off of window panes or how slushie flavours mix together and colour your tongue. Typically, the emotionally tortured college student would bask in the weeks ahead of absolute nothingness regarding academia. But not you.

No, you were special in a way that felt particularly targeted. Because why, on Mother Nature’s glorious Earth, were you gripping your phone as if it’s overheating metal would sustain your life?

“You hold that thing any tighter, it might explode.”

You flicked your head to the side and gave your boyfriend an expression that read ‘Leave me alone, I’m in crisis’.

more under cut !!

The road to the beach was pleasantly empty, a few cars here and there but for the most part, it was nice. Sunoo had rolled the windows down just a little to let the breeze thread through your hair, a smooth indie tune playing on the radio on your favourite station.

It was instinctual, the desire you felt to sing along, lower the window more and let your fingers stretch out but not too far, take pictures of the ocean as it drew closer and closer. But your instincts weren’t working at that moment.

Your eyes were trained solely on the light pink sheen on your finger nails, picking at them slowly, scraping the nail bed clean.

You didn’t even hear Sunoo sigh beside you, and you barely registered his hand move from the steering wheel to your knee.

“I’m being serious Y/N,” he said softly. “You need to put it away.”

“Fine.” You slid your phone into your bag, your fingers itching to reach for it again but you resolved to simply curl them into a fist and look out the window for the remaining stretch of the drive.

Summer had only commenced for a week, the time ahead was basically beckoning you to embrace it for all its leisure and laze and lethargy. But it was also the last summer before senior year, where things go to shit, classes determine your will to live and every single thing you’ve been working towards will be culminated in the coming semesters. This was it. You were at the start of the end.

Your course counsellor had mentioned offhandedly that internships would be vital to look into — a way to ensure your career straight out of college — you’d left your appointment holding around seven or eight different pamphlets and brochures, your inbox filled with application sites and recommendations.

It was setting in, the cement block of reality, your inevitable future. No more afternoon classes where you’d sit in the back, drawing on Sunoo’s hands. No more late night two minute noodle cups with Jake, Heeseung and Karina. No more hangover breakfast waffles handmade by Jay.

No, you were becoming an adult.

Responsibility wasn’t just an expectation anymore, it was an obligation. There was no room for error, no space for slip up, there was only monotony.

And yet success was just within your grasp, all you had to do was get a head start like the teachers and tutors and parents would always recommend. And that was exactly what you did. Three applications were sent yesterday, you were working on two more and had a final back up in case all else failed.

You were going to succeed. If not…

“Sand in my eyes might be great way to go,” you muttered to yourself.

Sunoo gave you a once over, wondering if he’d misheard you before he went back to parking the car.

You got out of the vehicle, immediately hypnotised by the salty sea air. It tingled in your brain and for just a moment, you felt like you were reliving every time you’d visited the beach — the sight of the ocean would do that a person.

“Pretty, right?” Sunoo had your beach bag slung on one shoulder, his other hand reaching for yours as he gestured to the sea with his eyes. “I can’t want to take photos.”

You took a deep breath in. “Yeah, same.” You didn’t sound convincing, even to yourself. But you were grateful for Sunoo’s simple nod.

It felt grounding to hold his hand as you both walked onto the beach, looking for a pair of beach chairs that were side by side and away from too many people.

It was a little therapeutic to go through the motions of putting on more sunscreen, wearing your hats and taking off your shoes to feel the sand prick deliciously against your bare feet. It gave you something to do, some task to focus on.

Sunoo had stayed silent for the most part, setting your towels against the beach chairs, placing a bag on each one so people knew they were claimed, carefully pulling out the sun spray and holding your arm to spray you first.

It was sweet of him. He was always so sweet. And he was trying so hard to make today worth relaxing for. Your stomach twisted and tugged at you, anxiety running your brain while the little twinge of guilt pulled at your heart.

You needed to make sure Sunoo’s efforts weren’t in vain. “Do you wanna go for a walk on the waters edge?”

His smile could fuel the universe, and even if that wasn’t logically possible, it certainly fuelled your heart.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” He pecked your cheek, a lightness in his movements as he pulled you along with him towards the water but far enough that the fast tide wouldn’t splash against the two of you.

Honestly speaking, you tried. You tried your very best. You tried to focus on the sand in between your toes, on the salt in the air, on the sound of the waves, on the words Sunoo was speaking. Nothing registered in your mind. It just kept nagging at you — the incessant need to check your inbox, over and over again.

Sunoo was rambling about the last episode of his current kdrama obsession, its story was so fresh in his mind he could not help but rant about it to you. His thumb rubbed against the back of your hand as you walked in tandem.

“And honestly, I never understood what she saw in the guy,” he said, exasperatedly. His other hand moved in an animated fashion to express his feelings further. “I mean, you remember last episode where he blamed her when— Hey…” He finally noticed your lost gaze.

He slowed down slightly, frowning at the way you slowed down with him as if on pure instinct but remained focused on the sandy ground, deep in thought. “Hello?” He waved a hand in front of your face.

You look up. “Hm?”

Sunoo’s eyes dart back and forth between yours, trying to decipher the muddled string of worries that were tied taught around your mind. He finally pursed his lips and nodded. “Ok, come on. Come with me.”

He made a beeline for your beach chairs, his hand firmly holding yours. When you found yourselves under the adjoined umbrella, Sunoo fished out your phone from the beach bag before moving the bag from his seat to yours. He sat down, shuffling slightly across.

You reached to remove the bags off your chair, halting at the way Sunoo shook his head. “Nope! That’s the beach bag’s seat. Here, sit right here.” He patted the space beside him, arm outstretched to envelope you into a hug as you curled up against him. “That’s better,” he sighed.

He then unlocked your phone and held it between the two of you so you could watch as he refreshed your inbox. Over and over and over again. Repeatedly.

“I— I think I get it,” you muttered, feeling your face heat up as Sunoo giggled.

He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “You can’t hang on to this stress because there’s literally no point,” he whispered.

You tried to use his touch and his scent to ground you. “I just… I need to know that I’ve got a shot.”

“You do know! You already applied!” Sunoo squeezed you tighter for a few seconds, hoping to pull that stress out of you through mere contact. “Applying in itself means you had a shot and you took it. Whether or not you pass is now completely out of your hands.”

The seagull squawks and the laughter of children permeated the setting and yet you felt completely cocooned, in the haven of your boyfriend’s embrace.

“You just need to let it go”

Now that made you pause. You sat up a little, turning to look the man in the eyes while you spoke. “Weren’t you the one that stayed up still three because Ben & Jerry’s said they might discontinue their mint chocolate flavour?”

Oh the debacle of the potential discontinuation. The random songs Sunoo had come up with it, singing them every few minutes like they were some tribute to the art of ice cream making. A whole week of mint chocolate flavoured desserts as his method of coping through the unofficial announcement.

Presently, Sunoo smirked a little, humoured that you brought it up. “It’s called Mint Chocolate Chunk, actually.”

“It’s called glorified toothpaste, actually.” You returned the smirk.

“I think I bring you around the other guys a bit too much, because this is unprovoked slander.” He poked your cheek gently before asking, “And anyway, your point?”

You made an expression like your point was obvious. “You got stressed over ice cream! I’m not judging — clearly, it was a big deal for you.”

“Clearly.”

“But my point is, you signed the petition and you stayed up anyway repeatedly refreshing the page.”

He looked away, a small scoff leaving his lips. “Ok, I’m coming off really embarrassing in this story. You realise that, right?”

“Sunoo, you slept the entire day after that. And you complained about your eye bags for the whole month!” Your laughter fluttered out at the memory. Looking back, it was a lot funnier than you’d realised. But your point still stood; “You didn’t let it go, did you?”

“I know, I know, I didn’t.” Reaching forward, Sunoo played with your fingers, frowning at the way your nail polish cracked and broke off on certain spots, a little of it still stuck under your nails. He sighed, understanding. “You need to know.”

“Yeah.”

He looked up and held your gaze, feeling as if he could only get his message across if he knew you saw his own stress, his own worries, about you. “Baby… Are you really ready to live the next few weeks constantly needing to know? You might use up half of this summer in needing to know.”

“Because it’s the only thing on my mind.” You flopped back against the beach chair, covering your eyes with one hand, feeling the heat radiate off your forehead.

They say laptops overheat when you use too much power at once. You scoffed at the realisation that humans were the same.

Sunoo fidgeted with the hem of your shorts, pulling at one of the threads before he perked up slightly. “How about I propose a solution.”

You groaned. “God, anything. Just help.”

“Any time you want to check your inbox, you think of mint chocolate.”

He said it so assuredly, as if it was the most genius response, a new height to healthy thinking habits, the fix to all forms of stress — mint chocolate.

Even when you gave him a withering expression so deadpanned the dead had turned to ashes, he still smirked and nodded.

“Baby,” you sighed, “I need solutions, not subtle brainwashing.”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Trust me, I’d rather have all the mint chocolate to myself. But I have a plan.”

“Mhm.” You were not convinced.

Sunoo once again opened your phone and reloaded your inbox. “You see this? No change. This was me at 3am on a school week.”

You giggled into his shoulder, remembering his crazed hair and constant muttering.

Sunoo rolled his eyes but continued all the same. “I was anxious over ice cream flavours, Y/N. I can’t even begin to understand your anxiety right now. It’s about your future. I get that. But you cannot sit in one spot refreshing your inbox every minute because you want that ice cream.”

You frowned, not seeing his point.

“You keep opening that freezer, hoping that the ice cream has solidified and is ready to eat. But every time you open the door the hot air is melting it. It’s gonna taste like shit, babe. I’m sorry.”

“I mean, considering the flavour, it already tastes—”

“Don’t even go there.”

Your smile bloomed like a flower under daylight, for the first time in the day you felt the gradual release of stress, with every little circle that Sunoo drew on your shoulder with his finger.

“You need to let the ice cream get cold,” he whispered to you. “If you want a nice treat, you got to wait till it’s ready to eat. Otherwise, you’re gonna be more disappointed than satisfied.”

You bit your lip, finding his analogy amusing and endearing and oh so Sunoo. “I needed to hear that,” you said softly.

“That’s what I’m here for.” He gently nudged his forehead against yours. “Now I think my genius deserves a kiss. What do you think?”

“Hm… Do you taste like mint chocolate?”

He shrugged, easily. Leaning back against the chair. “Only one way to find out.”

Your shoulders dropped, your head stopped pulsing, your cheeks twinged from the stretch of your smile and you felt the summer air breeze past you. You had all summer to find out whether you’d get the internship. Any internship.

But right now, you wanted to find out what your boyfriend’s lips tasted like on a sunny afternoon at the beach.

a.n: next instalment of the kiss me, don’t say no series !! i finished and edited and uploaded this instead of crashing out about university even tho it would have been a totally valid crash out . anyway, i hope you enjoyed it xx

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[seecarrun]

“Okay everyone, take your seat, we’re going to go ahead and get started.”

Misty sighed and politely wrapped up her conversation with Janine, grabbing a pastry from the snack table and taking her seat with a yawn.

The Gym Leader Conference was held at Indigo Plateau three times a year, and the mid-year meeting was always the most boring. Everyone gave their little updates and reports, gossip was either dispelled or confirmed, and Misty always left feeling just a bit more dead inside than she arrived.

Lance stood at the front of the room behind a podium, waiting patiently for all the gym leaders to settle down, an unfamiliar young man at his side. The newcomer looked intense, dark eyes under shoulder-length purple hair glaring out at the rest of them, his entire vibe giving a mixture of indifference and self-importance.

“Who’s the new guy?” Misty asked Forrest, sliding in next to him at their usual table.

Forrest shrugged. “I’m not sure, maybe the new Viridian Gym Leader? I heard from Erika that they finally found someone.”

Lance cleared his throat and a hush fell across the room and conversations faded so he could speak. “Good morning, Kanto Gym Leaders,” he welcomed them. “We have a lot to cover today, so let’s jump right in. First and foremost, it is my pleasure to introduce our new Viridian Gym Leader, Paul. Paul comes to us from Veilstone City in the Sinnoh region. He has completed in numerous regional leagues and competitions, and is quite highly regarded for his no-nonsense battling style. I hope you’ll all joining me in giving him a warm welcome.”

They all clapped politely as Paul took to the podium, his expression remaining carefully neutral. “Thank you,” he began. “I look forward to working with you all and running the prestigious Viridian Gym to the best of my ability.” He bowed, and immediately stepped down off the stage to sit at an empty table at the front of the room.

“At least we know he’s not just a personality hire,” Misty said dryly, causing Forrest to snort out a laugh.

The rest of the morning passed by uneventfully. Misty’s gym update went fine; no news was usually good news when gyms were concerned, and it was easy to feign interest in the other presentations when she had something much more interesting to focus her attention on in her RotomPhone.

Ash: Hope the conference is going well! Look at this little guy I found the other day! I thought you would like it!!

Misty smiled fondly at the text from Ash and the accompanied picture of him beaming and holding up a little blue shellos.

(She was a bit horrified to realized she actually thought Ash was cuter than the shellos. Ridiculous.)

She was back at her table, picking at her catered lunch and catching up with Ash’s texts. He was somewhere in Sinnoh, apparently. When she asked where specifically, he sent her another picture of himself and Pikachu surrounded on all sides by trees, shrugging goofily along with his “lol idk”.

He was adorable, and she wanted more than anything to be our lost in the woods with him instead of in that stuffy conference room, eating a mediocre sandwich.

“You know Ash?”

She yelped, nearly falling out of her chair to spin and face the source of the unexpected question, finding herself looking up at Paul and his intense glower. “What?” she gasped.

He pointed at her phone with the hand not holding his own sandwich. His expression never changed. “Ash. You know him?”

“Oh, yeah,” she answered, still recovering from her surprise. “We’re good friends. We traveled together for a few years, through Kanto, Johto, and the Orange Islands.”

He seemed to take a moment to process that, then, after a long moment, nodded toward the phone again. “You have a thing for him or something?”

“What?!” Misty shrieked, blushing, more than a few heads turning their way curiously. “No!” she hissed, a bit quieter. “Why would you think that?!”

Paul shrugged. “I don’t know. You were just sitting there staring at his picture, so I assumed.”

Misty felt her face get impossibly redder. “I—I was looking at the shellos!” she stammered.

Paul stared at her for a long moment, then stuck his hand casually into his pocket. “Whatever,” he said, like he hadn’t just blurted out Misty’s deepest secret to all of her colleagues. “Anyway, I guess I’ll see you around,” he said, walking back to his own seat.

Forrest chuckled the moment he was out of earshot. “Oh man, he clocked you immediately.”

“Shut up, Forrest,” she snapped, grabbing her phone and immediately opening up her conversation with Ash, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she willed her face to cool back down.

~*~

Ash felt his phone vibrate from inside his pocket and grinned. “I wonder what Misty thought of that shellos,” he said to Pikachu with a grin.

Misty: OMG In don’t know who this Paul friend of yours is Ash, but tell Sinnoh to TAKE HIM BACK.

“I guess Misty met Paul today,” he mused with a chuckle.

“Pika…” Pikachu said with a cringe.

“Right?” Ash snorted. “Good luck to both of them.”

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ MEET AGAIN

hwang junho x f!reader

warnings: none! just cute childhood friends

words: something like 1.8k?

a/n: hi! i’m completely new on tumblr and this is my first fic. if you guys like it i will keep posting! please be kind, english isn’t my first language i’m trying my best :) feel free to ask any questions or to help me improve my work (or my account since i don’t know anything!) this fic isn’t focus on the squid game itself if i’m being honest but it still exists in this timeline (?man idk if it’s proper english here.) anyway, enjoy :)

it was late. so late.

you could barely stand. your feet ached, your body exhausted after a long shift.

you glanced up at the clock: 7:23pm

you wanted to go home so badly. to curl up with your little cat, wrapped in the coziness of your apartment. but there were still 30 minutes left before you could leave.

the small coffee shop was almost empty, just two students who had been there since 11 in the morning, working on their laptops. they occasionally came up to you with polite smiles, ordering new drinks.

you were almost done for the night, cleaning the last cup on the counter and wiping down the coffee machine. you loved working here—it was a cozy little shop, filled with bright light in the afternoon and soft golden hues in the evening. but because it had been raining all day, it felt like one of those long, winter days. you were so tired, having been up since 7 am, with only a short break to eat before coming back to work. the soft chime of the bell above the front door pulled you from your thoughts. a tall figure stepped inside. you didn’t want to turn around. if you did, you’d have to get everything dirty again and put things back in place. but you did. “good evening! what can i get you?” you asked, turning away from the sink where you were washing your hands.

and then you saw him. almost unrecognisable.

maybe because he was taller, stronger. maybe because his features were sharper, his hair darker. maybe because it had been years. “hi,” he said, his voice deeper than you remembered. “i’d like an espresso, please. no sugar.” he didn’t look at you. he was focused on his wallet, searching for some cash. but you stood there, speechless. tilting your head slightly, waiting for him to catch your gaze. to recognize you.

you hoped he would. that he hadn’t forgotten you. “there you go.” he finally looked up, handing you the money with a polite smile. you blinked, still unable to say anything. maybe he had forgotten. it had been eight years, after all. still, you hoped. you took the money and handed him his change, turning around to make his coffee in silence. you hadn’t expected to run into him. not today. not ever. you knew that coming back to the place where you grew up meant running into people from your past. but him? you slid the small cup of hot espresso toward him. considering the time, you assumed he wouldn’t stay. you smiled.

“there you go.” he was already looking at you.“have a great evening,” you said softly, hesitant. you didn’t say anything more. maybe he didn’t want to talk. maybe he didn’t even remember you. “thank you, you too,” he said, turning toward the door.

you looked around—the students had left. it was just the two of you now. for a few seconds. maybe for the last time. he stopped. halfway to the door. then, slowly, he turned back to you.

“god, you aren’t going to say anything, are you?” he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. you were still standing behind the counter, mouth slightly open, frozen. he walked back toward you, smiling. you let out a short sigh, a small smile forming on your lips. “i thought you had forgotten me.” “you?” he scoffed, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. “how could i?”

you giggled, resting your hands on the counter and leaning slightly forward. “hwang junho,” you said softly. “how are you?” your voice sounded amused, teasing. all the exhaustion from earlier seemed to fade, replaced with excitement.

“i’m good. and you?” he glanced around the empty shop. “do you have a minute now? we could talk.” you followed his gaze. “yeah, of course.” you glanced at the clock. “do you want to stay here or… i don’t know, walk?” your question felt stupid the moment you asked it. the rain was still pouring outside, the sound of it tapping against the windows.

“we can walk,” he said, grabbing his umbrella from the entrance. “we can share it. i don’t mind.” you nodded, taking off your apron and slipping into your jacket. the shop was already clean and locked up, so you could leave. you turned off the lights and closed the door behind you. the two of you walked in silence for a while, sharing his umbrella.

“so,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence, “how have you been? when did you come back?” you could tell he was holding something back. maybe some frustration. or a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to ask. you looked at him, however he wasn’t, he kept his gaze forward, lips pressed into a thin line.

“great! i came back three years ago,” you said. he nodded, saying nothing. but you knew why. you could sense it—the frustration, the quiet pain. “i’m sorry,” you blurted out. he stopped walking. so did you. his gaze finally met yours, eyes dark and tired, full of unspoken questions.

“i should have come to see you. i mean, i wanted to, i really did, but-“ you hesitated, “i didn’t know how. or what you would—” his hand found your shoulder, stopping you mid-sentence. you knew there wasn’t a good excuse. and he knew it too. “it’s okay,” he said firmly. but there was no anger in his voice. “i mean i understand, i didn’t come to see you so-“

“but you didn’t know i came back.” you interrupted him. his head tilted slightly, a small, knowing smile forming on his lips. he knew. you pressed your lips together, sighing as you looked away.

“i’m doing okay,” you said, “i love working at the coffee shop, even though it takes a lot of energy. i have an apartment not too far from here. i live alone.” you said without thinking

“i mean, it’s not an invitation or anything. like, you can come if you want, since it’s raining, but—” he laughed. you missed his laugh. “okay,” he said, amused. “it’s fine. we’re grown-ups.”

“yeah, we are.” so you walked together, sharing stories from the years you spent apart. when you arrived, you stepped inside first, taking off your shoes. junho did the same, glancing around your apartment. “it’s cute,” he said, as he made his way in. “it looks like you. you decorated it well.”

you smiled. it was strange, letting him back into your space. letting him back into your life.“i really did want to see you when i came back,” you admitted, taking two glasses from the cabinet. “but we barely talked for two years before that. i thought you’d moved on. that you didn’t care anymore. but i did go to your house once but no one was there? it was strange.”

“oh, yeah,” he leaned against the doorframe. “we moved out a few years ago. after inho left.”

“when he moved out?”

“y/n,” he looked at you deeply. you didn’t know. of course you didn’t. “he disappeared.”

you froze. “what?” your voice wavered. “is he okay? are you?”

you knew how close they were, how much they meant to each other, how much they cared. you saw all of that. you all cared for each other. you spent hours with them. so he told you. about inho’s wife. the unborn child. the sickness. the blame. and then, nothing.

he didn’t tell you about the games, about what he saw on the island. he didn’t tell you how tired he was searching for this place. he didn’t tell you about the coma, about the trauma. he didn’t tell you what inho had become. the questions lingered in the silence, but you didn’t ask. maybe you weren’t ready to know. something had changed in junho. he was different. and maybe you, too, were different.

but for tonight, it didn’t matter. for tonight, you let the questions sit. hours passed as the two of you sat on your sofa, talking. he let you ask anything you wanted, so you did. you told him about the six years you spent studying and travelling in england—how your english improved, the people you met, how your sister found love and settled in scotland. in the end, you decided to return to korea, missing the place where you grew up, the comfort of familiar streets and faces.

he told you about graduating as a police officer, how he was good at it, even though the search for his brother left him exhausted. it was comforting. for both of you. but it was getting late, and you could feel it in your body. so could junho. he stood, and you followed. “can we see each other again?” you asked. “i thought you wouldn’t ask.”

“oh, come on. i know you’re going to miss me.” “yeah, sure. you’re going to miss me,” he teased.

he walked to the front door, putting his shoes back on. you stood there, close to him.

“do you still have my number?”

“of course, junho,” you said softly.

something about the way you said his name made him pause. maybe even shiver. he looked away, afraid you might notice. “great.” his hands reached for your shoulders, hesitating only for a second before wrapping around you. within a moment, you were in his arms, your head resting against his chest. your arms found his waist, holding him close.

“thank you,” he murmured, his head resting on top of yours. you didn’t say anything. you just smiled, sinking into the warmth of his embrace. he pulled away, offering you one last smile before stepping outside. you waved at him with a soft smile.

when the door finally closed behind you, you let out a slow, deep breath. tonight felt good.

[andy-15-07]

Cigarettes and Honey

PAIRING: Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 922 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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request:Hii😙 I absolutely love ur work. Could you maybe write a very Lana Del Rey coded fic about Joel? I was thinking that Joel moved into a trailer park and was the readers new neighbour, the reader sees him, he’s older, but she doesn’t care, they begin talking and the rest idk:-) I hope you understand what I mean, sorry, English isn’t my first language.

The first time Y/N saw him, she knew he didn't belong here. Not in this quiet, dusty little trailer park on the edge of nowhere. Not among the rusted-out pickups, the chain-link fences leaning from years of wind, and the sound of some old radio playing classic rock from three trailers down. He looked too heavy for a place like this, like he carried something real dark in his chest, something that made him walk a little slower, eyes a little sharper.

But Y/N didn’t care about any of that.

Joel Miller moved into the trailer next door on a Wednesday. By Friday, she was standing on his porch, holding two cold beers and a pack of smokes, because that’s just the kind of girl she was.

“You gonna be my mysterious new neighbor, or you gonna let me sit down?” she asked, one brow raised as she held up the beer in offering.

Joel looked at her for a long moment, then let out a deep sigh before nodding toward the empty chair beside him. “Suit yourself.”

That was the beginning.

Most nights, they’d sit outside, watching the sun dip behind the trees, the sky all soft pink and hazy orange. Y/N would talk about nothing and everything, filling the spaces Joel didn’t care to. He didn’t say much about himself, but she didn’t push. Some men were like that—kept their ghosts close, like they were afraid they might slip out if they weren’t careful. And maybe Joel had more ghosts than most.

“You always this quiet?” she asked one night, flicking ash off her cigarette.

He smirked, shaking his head as he took a slow sip of beer. “Only when I don’t got much to say.”

“Or when you don’t wanna say it,” she countered, watching him through her lashes.

Joel huffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t mean. “Maybe.”

Y/N liked him. Liked the way he carried himself, like a man who’d seen too much but still knew how to handle himself. Liked the way his hands looked—rough, calloused, strong. Liked the way he looked at her sometimes, like he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t quite help himself.

And she liked pushing his buttons.

“You know,” she said one night, swinging her legs off the edge of his porch, “you ain’t as scary as you look.”

Joel turned his head slowly, raising a brow. “That right?”

“Mhm.” She grinned, taking a slow sip of her beer. “You try real hard to be all gruff and brooding, but I see right through you.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“Not yet,” she said, tilting her head. “But I think I’d like to.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just sat there, staring out at the dark, fingers tapping lightly against his knee. And for a second, Y/N thought maybe she’d pushed too far. But then Joel sighed, ran a hand through his graying hair, and muttered, “You don’t quit, do you?”

She smiled, leaning back on her hands. “Not when I want something.”

And she wanted him.

It was slow, at first. Just long talks on his porch, stolen glances, the heat between them building like a summer storm. Then one night, after too many beers and a long, lingering look, Joel finally caved.

“You’re real trouble, you know that?” he murmured, voice low as he cupped her face, thumb brushing against her cheek.

Y/N grinned, leaning into his touch. “Yeah,” she whispered. “But you like trouble, don’t you, Joel?”

He didn’t answer with words. Just kissed her, deep and slow, like he’d been starving for it. Like he’d been starving for her.

And maybe he had.

The thing about Joel Miller was that he never let himself have nice things. He’d been burned too many times before, left picking up the pieces of whatever life he thought he could have. So even after that first kiss, after the way she melted against him like she was made to fit, he still kept his distance. Or tried to, anyway.

But Y/N wasn’t the kind of woman who let things go easy.

“Why you keep runnin’ from me, Joel?” she asked one night, leaning against the hood of his old truck. The sky was dark, the moon low and golden, casting long shadows across the dirt lot.

Joel exhaled through his nose, hands on his hips as he shook his head. “Ain’t runnin’, sweetheart.”

She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head. “Feels like you are.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard. “Just… ain’t sure this is a good idea.”

Y/N stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until she was right in front of him. “What, me and you?”

Joel nodded once, eyes dark and unreadable. “Yeah.”

She smirked, reaching up to trace a finger down his chest. “You think too much, Miller.”

He caught her wrist before she could go any further, but his grip was gentle. “You deserve somethin’ better.”

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You don’t get to decide that.”

Joel swallowed hard, eyes flickering between her lips and her gaze. “Ain’t about what I want, darlin’.”

She smiled then, slow and knowing, and leaned up on her toes to whisper against his lips. “But you do want me, don’t you?”

He didn’t answer, not with words. But the way he kissed her—fierce and desperate, like he was tired of fighting it—told her everything she needed to know.

Joel Miller was hers, whether he liked it or not.

[starlightseinz]

Take a Chance with Me or I don't wanna know you anymore. : Part 1

We got a little older now I wish I didn't know you that you got worse You think that you're changing, while I'm stuck in my ways But growing up ain't the same as turning into strangers Idontwannknowyou! by MICO Oh, why can't you for once Disregard the world, and run to what you know is real? Take a chance with me, take a chance with me Take a Chance with Me by NIKI

Modern AU Vi x Teacher Reader

warnings : idk kinda hurt but trust me its fluffy and icky romantic, my first time writing after 5 years be kind, also didn't proof read so bear with me.

plot : Your Isha's teacher, you and vi had a rollercoaster of a past during college wanting to fix the way things happened before she talks to you about it.

Heavy breaths as you look at her tears swelled in her eyes as she shook her head in dissapointment slamming the door behind you, and with that she lost you for good.

Violet ... the name lingered for so long in your heart and veins as years passed by it seemed like the chances of seeing her once again wore thin against fate just a quick glance from your peripheral vision was all you wished for but with no luck you haven't seen her after five years since you both graduated college you finished with a degree in secondary education and she got her long dreamed for aeronautic engineering the same year as you, even being departs apart from each other the two of you would always had found time for one another no label and shit is what you had with her you'd think she'd actually had the nerve to ask you out but never actually it always seemed to be little and spontaneous rendezvous with her. And yet you find yourself seeking any form of assurance that what you two had was a sacred and only for the two of you and that she was at least scared of losing you and yet to your surprise she wasn't which now led to two months before graduation screams and shouting filled the room items scattered in your apartment once neatly arranged flowers now lay on the cold wooden floor of your room once deafening screams changed with your heavy breathing and sobs as you sat on the edge of your bed a slam of the door reminded you that you're now alone for good the bed that once beared witness for your sweet moments now cold with memories of this night you tried to calm yourself down reminding yourself you guys were never 'lovers' never was you have always been a stray in her heart. 

Five years passed and you are now a teacher a dream you've always wanted is now here, you may have spent months moving on but now that didn't matter your life as a teacher is fun taking care of little kids and teaching and sharing lessons to them always brought you joy, you couldn't really ask for more your days were always filled with laughter your once empty desked will be filled with little gifts and now you have a designated drawer for it smiling softly at the memory as you parked near the school grounds and made your way towards the school greeted by everyone you made your way to your room clean and ready for another day of learning setting all your belongings down you made your rounds around the room sipping your coffee soon the quiet room were filled by little munchkins that was sure to leave a mess after class you begin your lesson for an hour or so soon break came, much to your surprise you saw your principal Cassandra waving at you through the window as you smiled and stood up from your desk making your way outside.

Ah Principal Cassandra what can I do for you?" you asked with a smile as she immediately pulled you towards her office "dear uhm we have a new student I know late enrollee but this is a very special case and you are the only one I can trust with handling this case" she said as she smiled widely as the two of you made your way to her office "The child has selective mutism she's in there with her guardian her aunt sadly her mother had work so she was the one sent" she said gesturing at the two that was facing their back from the window a tall woman wearing a clean white polo and a little blue haired girl that wore overalls splattered with paint you smiled fondly "I understand don't worry Cass I got this" you said with confidence "I wanted her to meet you first before she went to class she might get overwhelmed" you nod slowly as your eyes shifted at the adult she was with her figure was oddly familiar red hair but longer and kept in a clean slick back, broad shoulders, as her blazer hang perfectly around her shoulders, "come on I'll introduce you to her" Cassandra said as she opened the door soon the little girl looked at you as you went inside hesitant but she still managed to smile at you.

"Miss Lanes this is Miss Parker she'll be Isha's teacher for the whole year and trust my word when I say your niece will be in good hands" Never in your life have you felt you life flashbefore you as you met the eyes of the person you've dread to see once again she looked . . . handsome much more than you last saw her clean and formal looking you felt her eyes on you linger than how much you wanted as you quickly put up a front smiling widely facing the child "Hi Isha! I'm Miss Parker it is so lovely to meet you dear are you excited for school?" you asked softly kneeling down to her height as she looked up to you nervously her eyes went to Vi before she nods."I really like your hair kinda wish I had some fun colors too and your overalls wow! did you make it?" a smile slowly formed in the kids face as she nods with much more enthusiasm as she spun to show off her clothes you felt eyes on you as you continued to talk to Isha as you felt more and more nervous soon you had finally had her ready for class after a quick introduction to your kids they welcomed her with open arms and was happily socialising with the others. 

Vi was still in the room as she insisted to watch just incase something went wrong you only nodded along her request as you sat down to you desk as the kids had butterfly time were they could talk and play with others, and again eyes were on you just one set of eyes bore into the back of your skull trying your best to distract yourself with non-existent work in your laptop.Hearing her footsteps from behind you gulped nervously "You don't plan on ignoring me the whole time I'm here right?" her voice sweet as ever spoke as you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down you turned in you chair as you were met with her powder blue eyes you have once again fallen inlove with . . . okay maybe you haven't moved on properly. . . "Sorry I - I just don't know what to say to you" you muttered almost losing your voice as you cleared your throat, "Well you look. . . good and it's nice seeing you . . . again" you smiled faintly and crossed your arms to your chest a way to comfort yourself from the awkward tension "You uhm you look alright rare to see you all clean and formal though" a chuckle left your lips as you looked at her once again admiring her face once scrawny college student you've fallen in love with now looked mature.

You sighed softly as your gaze shifted down to your feet soon silence and a weird tension filled the air between the two of you, feeling her move her position in front of you as she leaned on your table “This is probably not the ideal place for this but, I wanted to say sorry for what I did it was not mature of me to leave you like that I-I . . . I was scared that if I spoke my heart out I’d lose you and I did. I'm sorry I’m not asking for forgiveness and maybe a chance to give myself another chance to you.” she said softly her eyes met yours filled with genuine and hope you gulped down again shuffling your feet.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now I just want you to give me a chance to have another chance with you not as a stranger this time”

Your heart was beating out your chest as you nodded taking a deep breath and looking around your classroom seeing the kids still playing around you let yourself sink deep into thought you don’t know if it would be the right thing to do but your heart screams to give it another chance and you really want to, walking closer to her as you took her hand gently against your small ones she looked at you searching your face for any clue of your answer “An ultimatum Vi. . . I’ll give you the chance, mess it up. then I don’t wanna know you anymore.” your voice had a shaken tone but it was firm and serious meeting her gaze once again now filled with determination as she nodded that stupid lopsided smile you love plastered on her face “I won’t mess it up cupcake”

hibou's final thoughts : so! hi, im hibou this is my first work after years of not writing I really hope you guys like it I take suggestions please do drop by to send messages I also take ideas I'd be happy to write them! there might be a part two we'll never know!

NIKI and MICO ignited something in me aha.

[schemmentisimpasours]

5:1 Isn't Enough

Second's time a charm when it comes to posting this I guess. But also I have no idea where the first one went so if you seeing this twice tell tumblr a polite fuck you. Summary: Inspired by the song 5:1 by Chinchilla. You and Ava are in a relationship and you realize that maybe a ratio of 5 to 1 love is not good enough anymore. Thank you @milfjuulpod for the push to actually write this. Also will this be a series? Idk.. maybe

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Ava Coleman had taken a risk dating you two years ago considering who your moms were but when you had walked into Abbott Elementary she had been attracted to you. You walked in with such confidence that it was intoxicating but Ava could tell you that you were shy underneath it all. That at the end of the day you just wanted people to make the decisions for you. That you wanted to be cared for and not have to be the strong one all the time. It had taken Ava awhile to break down your walls but finally you had let her in. Once Ava was in you fell hard and fast. She was everything that you had wanted and more and you made sure to show and tell her as much as possible.

The first time that you had told Ava that you loved her it had been about six months into your relationship. She had taken you to a Flyers game ten rows from the glass in the middle because you said it gave you the best view of the whole rink. She had presented the tickets to you wrapped in the jersey from your favorite player for your birthday. The gift had brought you to tears and the whole game had you on the edge of your seat. Beer in one hand and hot pretzel in the others you were cheering along with the crowd and yelling at the refs. When the kiss cam appeared on the jumbotron with your face next to Ava you almost spilled everything trying to turn towards her. Ava had cupped your face pulling you in like she had done so many times before the kiss growing greedy as the crowd cheered. When you finally came up for air you placed your forehead against hers and said I love you Ava. She never responded and you tossed it up to the loudness of the arena around you. 

As your relationship grew and you moved in with Ava you had fallen into an easy morning routine. Getting ready for the work at the same time handing each other clothes and makeup as needed. Ava helping you style your hair in different ways that she had seen on tiktok or you giving her new accessories to add to her already dazzling outfits. It was everything that you had wanted in more in a relationship. Then as you made her lunch and put a cup of coffee in her hand you would lean in and give her a kiss. As she walked through the door you would say I Love You getting Ava’s response of I’ll see you after work honey. Then as the door closed the closeness of the moments you shared seemed to fall away. Your shared apartment felt empty and you sunk back into your head getting more and more lost as the days passed. 

Every time that you had returned home from work Ava was on some sort of livestream. Your living room turned into her own small business to make extra money. Many people assumed that this money was for herself however after the bills were paid whatever was leftover went back into Abbott. In small ways to not let the district catch on to what was happening but to at least get the students ahead a little more. You often sat off camera and watched her as she sent occasional smiling glances over at you. She adored when you watched her work and had often commented that it made her feel like she was on top of the world. Then after the cameras were often she would collapse into your arms exhausted from the day and you would kiss her forehead and tell her you loved her. She would merely wrapped her arms around you and kiss down your neck till you forgot what had happened during your day.

At night when you were getting ready for bed was when you were able to see the softer side of Ava. The one who unburied herself from the hard exterior and sat on the edge of the bed wondering how she was going to be able to face another day as the principal no one believed in. Tears rolling down her face as another idea for funding had slipped through her fingers. These are the moments that Ava was the most vulnerable and clung to you like you were a life preserver. You would wrap your arms around her letting her cling to you as she questioned her self-worth. Rubbing her back and giving her small kisses on her forehead you would remind her how much you appreciated her. How much she did for the students at Abbott. How amazing she really was. How much you loved her and would always be there to support her. She would squeeze you close but never respond back. 

The only time that Ava had ever admitted she loved you was when you were tangled in the sheets—naked body on top of hers as she curled her back off the mattress. Eyes closed as the wave of pleasure closed in around her legs shaking from the release of the string that kept her so well contained. Hair a mess on the blanket, her lips swollen with kisses, breasts heaving from her ragged breaths was when she would finally say it. Fuck I love you Y/N after the orgasm finally receeded and you would smile knowing that you had finally pulled it from her. Your response was instant as you curled around her holding onto her like she would disappear in a moment’s notice. And as she drifted off to sleep you thoughts began to creep in. You wondered how it was that you were always the one showing your love and how the same three words that you repeated like a prayer were never returned. More often than not they were ignored unless it was something that benefited Ava directly.  

Finally one morning after a sleepless night pondering your relationship and where it had all gone wrong you decided that you could take it no longer. Skipping your morning meeting you went to Abbott to talk to Ava directly. You rushed through the doors ignoring as Barbara called your name from the sign in sheet. Opening the door to Ava’s office without knocking you looked at the woman that you had been connect to for two years.

“We need to talk,” You said slamming the door behind you.

“Why you coming in here slamming shit like you own the place?” Ava asked placing down her phone, “Kinda sexy but damn girl take a minute to chill.”

“I realize that I’m hopelessly addicted to the breadcrumbs of your affection but I am starting to wonder if all of this is worth it,” You said your heart already beginning to break, “Do you even realize what you are doing to me? I say “I love you” but you only reply one out of five times.”

Ava faltered for a moment looking at the tears already welling in your eyes, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

You threw your hands up in anger stalking the small office, “I tell you I love you every morning before you go to work. You never say anything. I tell you whenever I can throughout the day to show you how much I appreciate you. When you get home from work I tell you I love you and how proud I am of you. Before we go to sleep I am constantly telling you how much I appreciate you and want you in my life. You only tell me after we have sex.”

Your last words came out louder than you wanted causing Ava to flinch, “Y/N please..”

“No, I am done waiting. Do you really only love sometimes at a ratio of 1:5?” You asked your hands beginning to shake with all your built up emotions, “Am I really just a body for you to use and abuse?”

“You are so much more than that,” Ava said standing to walk towards you. 

You backed up away from her touch letting the tears fall freely now, “That isn’t what it feels like at all. If that is true then why don’t you say it. Just three little words and you can’t even give me a chance to hear them. I sit in our bed every night and wonder is the person I’ve been fighting for emotionally unavailable?”

“Say it,” Ava persisted beginning to push you into the corner of your office, “Say it and I will say it back.”

You shook your head a small pitiful smile coming over you, “Don’t you understand Ava…I don’t want you to say it just because I say it. I want you to actually mean it. To love me so much that you can’t help but scream it every chance you get. But I guess that is too much to ask.Maybe you never loved me to start with.”

You pushed past her back into the hallway where a crowd had grown. Keeping your head down you went to the front doors clutching your keys in your hand. Before the doors closed you heard your mothers' voice calling out to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead you put your keys in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot to go to work. Hoping that the repetitive nature of the job would take away the pain that you felt from your heart crumbling around you.

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Something to Tell

Azriel x Ace Fem!reader

Summary: You and Azriel are recently mated. You decide to take things slow, but you have something personal to tell Az.

Warnings: coming out, fluff

Word Count: 965

A/N: Sup y’all. Sorry I’ve been absent, a lot of shit happened. Anyways, I really just wrote this one for me. I think the topic of asexuality is really left out of this book series and fandom, understandably so, but I think it would be an interesting subject to discuss, so I’m here to fulfill my own wishes. Given the lore and rules around mates, I don't even know if this could be considered a thing, but I’m gonna try my hardest to make it a thing for my ace baddies out there. IDK if I’m gonna make this a series or not (probably won’t), but maybe see how people like it before making decisions. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to tell me. As always, minors gtfo. Adults, you enjoy!

You’re just finishing up bottling an allergy tonic for your neighbor’s son when the door to your apothecary opens, the bell above ringing out. You know exactly who it is, and you are simultaneously filled with dread and relief. Azriel, your freshly bonded mate, walks into the back room where you are working, his big Illarian boots creaking the floorboards wherever he steps. When you look up to greet him he gives you a soft smile, a smile you return.

You’ve known Azriel for a little over a year now, ever since Mor begged him to come pick up her sleeping tonic from you because she had been busy. But the bond haden’t snapped for either of you until roughly a month ago, when you were out drinking at Rita’s with the inner circle, per Nesta’s invite. Over the years you had grown close with the inner circle, specifically Mor and Nesta. What had started out as small talk when they came to pick up a tonic had blossomed into a beautiful friendship.

But the last thing in the world you had wanted to happen was to form a bond with someone, especially someone as good and sweet and caring as Azriel. Sure, he is beautiful, you of all people can see that, but the physical attraction stops there, like it always does. Emotionally you two are very compatible, sharing similar interests in books, music, and dancing. After the bond had snapped you both decided to take things slowly, moreso for your sake than his. Every day you grow more and more in love with him; you’re just terrified to see the disappointment and confusion in his eyes after you tell him you’re ace.

“Almost ready to go, Love?” Azriel asks, his eyes following the skilled movements of your hands.

“Almost done,” you respond, screwing the cap and writing the label onto the bottle quickly. You buss your wok table, putting away ingredients and empty bottles. You look over everything twice more, checking for anything out of place, but also as a means to stall. You are dreading this conversation.

“Looks good, Love. Want me to grab your coat?” You turn to him, a small smile on your lips, and grab his hand, gently cradling it in yours.

“Actually… Can I talk to you for a minute before we leave? I need to tell you something.”

“Ya, of course,” he squeezes your hand gently, reassuringly. “What’s up?” You take a deep breath and guide him to sit in one of the chairs at your work table, then pull one towards yourself so you're sitting in front of him. You take both his hands in yours. You don’t make eye contact but instead stare at your hands intertwined.

“There’s something I need to tell you about myself and I need you to listen and let me explain before you say anything,” you look up to see him nodding, a look of concern and confusion on his face. The knot in your stomach is twisting. Your anxiety is through the roof, but you take a deep, albeit shaky, breath to steady yourself.

“Okay. I don’t really know how to go about saying this so I’m just gonna say it. I’m asexual, which means I form little to no sexual attraction, in my case none at all, to anyone. Which means the likelihood of me wanting to have sex with you is basically zero. I know it’s kind of a thing for mates to do it all the time, and so I thought since I am the way I am that I would never form a bond with anyone, but I guess I was wrong. And I know you're probably thinking, “well, didn’t the bond snapping make you feel anything like that?” and the answer would be no. Umm…I guess I just want to add and say that I’m not broken, and that life will be a little different with me, and that I know my boundaries, but I’m also willing to try things with you because I love you and trust you… And this doesn’t mean I don't find you attractive, because I do, I think you're really pretty, but it's more in a ‘I want to paint you’ sort of way instead of an ‘I want to fuck you’ sort of way. And I’m rambling so I’m going to stop now.”

Your leg is bouncing up and down, gaze still glued to your entwined hand. A beat of silence passes, and then he squeezes your hands, which in turn makes you look up at him. His eyes are full of understanding and love, emotions you were not expecting to see. You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling some of your anxiety fade away.

“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. You roll your eyes at him, the last of your anxiety washing away. He stands and pulls you up to do the same. He releases one of your hands, using his to brush a rouge strand of hair behind your ear, then pulls you into a tight embrace. You’re taken off guard, but you melt into him, breathing in his crisp, piny scent.

“Thank you for telling me,” he squeezes you tighter. “And I know you said life will be different with you and I want to let you know I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, and I know we can work through any problems we may face. You are perfect. Cauldron boil me if I ever so much as think to change a single thing about you.”

And with that, he releases you from his embrace, you wipe the few tears that had welled at his words, and you go home.

[bbyblair]

small touches, pink cheeks. 

charles leclerc x f!reader 

pt.2!

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a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written so please excuse any mistakes or errors in my writing! Any tips are welcomed and very appreciated. hope you guys enjoy this! let me know if anyone would like a part two. <3

summary: the start of the 2023 season, Bahrain in early march. you'd recently joined the sky team, working as a news reporter and interviewer for your beloved sport.it's your first week and a mix of nerves and anticipation swirl together in your stomach. you're giddy to finally meet who you’d be working with for the next few months… but what happens when an instant connection sparks up between the new girl and Ferrari's golden boy? 

warnings: light cursing, kind of angst? idk. sort of enemies to lovers? reader is annoyed at Charles :(

word count: 1.8k

thursday, march 2nd 2023. 

a small breeze creeps through your window and goosebumps arise on your skin. you can hear your alarm angrily blaring on your phone, but you hadn't woken up yet fully and your brain was still in a haze. suddenly your eyes snap open as you realise what day it is. it's race week and you should be heading off to the airport in around three hours, shit. 

you sigh the same dramatic sigh you had been doing since you were a little girl and roll your eyes. contemplating whether or not to risk another five minutes of blissful sleep. luckily you come to your senses before making that grave mistake. your feet pad lightly across your bedroom floor and into the bathroom, you pause and look around your room realising that from now on you're going to be on the move for a solid 6 months. it's worth it though, this career you had been working toward since you were in high school, and you're proud of yourself to have finally got here. 

the cool shower water finished off the job of waking you up and after spending a little too much time getting ready you were packed and heading off to the airport. 

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the flight went quickly, considering the ample amounts of work you had to complete before landing, but you managed to get it all done on the plane with a little bit of rushing. you hadn't had time to travel much during your childhood or during college so you were practically squealing with excitement when you emerged from the plane and began your journey to the hotel you were staying in. 

the taxi was stuffy and warm, and your excitement started to be replaced with nerves as you realised that soon you would be in the heat of the paddock, meeting with very important people and drivers. 

you always had a natural ability to make people feel comfortable and this helped you in becoming an interviewer, plus the three years of journalism school you just about survived. It had been a wild ride, but you were finally here, in bahrain, about to be introduced to your new life. 

after getting yourself set up in your hotel and ready for the rest of the afternoon you began making your way over to the race venue. it was huge, but empty due to the fact that the race was in a few days. The only people around were a few race engineers and team members who were discussing strategy for the upcoming race. you were looking for someone in particular, your boss who you'd met before in london. stumbling through the paddock you finally found where the sky hq was situated and after making quick friends with the rest of your interviewing team, some of whom you knew from back home, you all decided to go out for some drinks. 

the night moved fast and before you knew it you were making your way back to the hotel at an unreasonably late time and collapsed onto the bed, tiredness taking over your whole body. 

friday , march 3rd 2023. 

regret washed over your body as you woke up in your hotel room, your alarm blaring at you at a completely unreasonable time. you swiftly began getting ready for the day ahead, your first day. nerves overtake your body again completely during your short walk to the circuit, it was already swarming with fans, ready to watch the free practice after missing their sport for a few months. the staff entrance was hidden away and luckily not too busy, so you managed to sneak in on time. 

you greeted your team who you'd already become quick friends with yesterday and they began briefing you on the timing of the day and when you would be interviewing the drivers. you had been told that this morning you were meant to go over to the ferraris section of the paddock and conduct a fun interview with leclerc and sainz. some silly questionnaire to test their knowledge of one another by asking them some, in your opinion, very personal questions. of course you smiled heartily and agreed, after all this was your job and you were excited to meet all of the drivers, having loved f1 since you were little. 

you made your way over to the ferrari area, and you and the filming crew were kindly greeted by their pr team who directed into a room and informed you that the two drivers would be there shortly. nerves started to bubble up in your stomach, even though you were confident and knew that you were good at your job sometimes meeting new people stressed you out a little more than you liked to admit. 

shuffling and muffled voices were heard outside of the door and the suddenly it opened and you were greeted with two handsome faces, both smiling politely at you and they outstretched their hands for you to take. you quickly grabbed the spaniards hand and shook it. 

“mr sainz, its a pleasure to meet you, im y/n im going to be hosting your interview today.”

his smile grew a little wider and he chuckled, “please call me carlos, and its lovely to meet you too y/n.” you blushed a little at how he said your name in his accent and smiled at him. your eyes then landed on the monegasque next to you, his smile remained on his face but his eyes were unreadable and intimated you a little bit. his eyes raked over your form and then he also outstretched his hand. his grip was much firmer than carlos’ and he began speaking before you. 

“charles, I'm looking forward to working with you y/n.” his eyes then returned to their initial softness and his grip loosed. you were a little taken aback but quickly composed yourself. you just simply nodded your head in response and softly spoke out a small “me too.”

that interaction stumped you, and you were clearly flustered but the rest of the interview went smoothly and you had played the quiz game, the two men laughing throughout and their childish rivalry entertained you more than you liked to admit. but throughout the interview you had felt charles' eyes on you more than once. once you dared to meet his gaze, but as soon as you did he quickly looked ack at his teammate and continued with the game nonchalantly. 

maybe you were just making this up, you didn't know. but no one had ever looked at you the way charles did and it made an odd feeling rise up in your stomach.after the interview ended the two men shook your hand again and began to leave, having to get ready for free practice which was starting in a few hours.

the filming crew packed up and left. you turned your back and let out a sigh at the odd experience. shuffling through your bag for your phone you heard someone clear their throat behind you and your body snapped back and spun around. to your surprise charles was stood their. the same unreadable expression on his face which made your cheeks burn straight away. you looked around awkwardly, silence engulfed the room and you didn't know if you should say something to the driver or stay silent. his voice broke you out of your thoughts. 

“sorry, i didnt mean to scare you.” he chuckled softly and his eyes creased, easing your nerves a little. the hint of his accent poked through his words, it was very attractive you had to admit. 

“no , no its okay, can i help you with anything?” your voice came out harder than you imagined and more agitated than you felt. his expression hardened again and his smile fell, he shook his head. 

“sorry, i just thought i forgot my phone.”

you stood there and looked about the room. you felt the atmosphere in the room change and as you looked at him more closely you could see the outline of his phone in his jean pocket. he didn't know you had noticed, and you were confused as to why he was really here. not wanting to drag on this interaction longer than needed you quickly picked up your bag and began to walk toward the door. 

“I hope you find it.” you mumbled out. 

suddenly his body was blocking the doorway and you stopped a few feet away from him. your face burning red and confused about his behaviour. “you are not going to help me look?” he smiled and a sneakily glint in his eye made your heart skip a beat. was he flirting with you? you were very up to date with the gossip and knew he had a suspected girlfriend so his behaviour was even more shocking to you. 

“oh sorry.” you mumbled dumbly, not knowing what to say. you knew he had his phone and you weren't about to embarrass yourself by crawling all over the floor looking for it. 

“i've got to edit this interview i'm afraid, so if you wouldn't mind letting me pass.” you looked down at the ground as you spoke and mentally cursed yourself at the fact that your voice came out much weaker than you intended. 

“okay.” you could hear the smile in his voice, “i apologise ma douce.” my sweet. you didn't know what he had just called you but the french nickname paired with his voice made your heart sway and even more blush burned on your cheeks. he moved from the doorway with a charming smile and allowed you to pass through. 

your feet felt like jelly underneath you but somehow you carried yourself through the paddock back to your work area, a smile gracing your pretty features at what had just happened. but you couldn't allow anything to happen and you knew that, he had a girlfriend and it was your job to interview him. this is so wrong you told yourself. sliding a hand over your face to try to compose yourself, you began to start editing the interview. 

you paused in shock, watching over the footage you saw how charles gaze almost never left you throughout the whole interview. he was starting at you like an animal and you didn't know why. shock graced your features even more to see how he clearly was checking you out and when you spoke to carlos, his eyes even darkened in a overprotective manner. who was he to get so possessive over you? you had just met? anger started to replace the feelings of shock and you wanted to storm back into ferrari to give him a piece of your mind… 

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pt2?