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More Hearts Than Mine-His Brother Interrupts Their Vacation

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: Not requested but have had this idea for a while and since the 4 nations tournament has concluded (Mackinnon mvp hell yeah) anyways enjoy :) Summary: Quinn crashes Luke's romantic getaway to the lakehouse Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 4,502 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

She sat in the passenger seat staring outside the window, seeing it snow slightly on the ground. There was soft country music playing in the car, Luke was humming along to the song as he was running his hand along her thigh in a slow teasing manner.

“You know, Lu, most NHL players travel somewhere tropical during breaks like this,” she offered as she rested her hand on top of his hand. He chuckled while shaking his head. 

“You only had four days, so my love, we got an easy getaway to the lake house–in the snow,” he explained while squeezing her thigh for a second. “After you graduate, we can take a trip to any island you want,” he explained, glancing towards her. Their eyes connected for a second as she smiled softly.

“I’m just messing with you,” she said as she interlocked their fingers, “I’m happy to get away from our life for a few days,” she explained. Luke raised their interlocked hands towards his face, he pressed a delicate kiss to the back of her hand. 

“It’ll be fun, we have the hottub and the fireplace and all the cuddling in the world,” he offered softly. He stopped at a stop sign and turned right down the road to lead towards the lake house.

“It’s snowing outside and you want to go in the hottub?” she asked while giggling. He tossed his head back.

“You brought your swimsuit, didn’t you?” he asked while laughing. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s like the best way to be in a hottub,” he explained as he looked towards her for a moment. 

They sat quietly for a few seconds as he continued to drive cautiously down the street in the snow. It wasn’t heavy but it was still enough for him to be extra careful while driving. 

“How’s Jack settling in?” she asked.

“He said it’s been fun so far. He wishes Quinn was there but what can you do,” he explained while shaking his head slightly. 

“Have you spoken to him?” 

“Texted a little, he’s been in a mood with everything he’s dealing with,” he explained, “I didn’t want to make it worse,”

Her lips fell into a small pout, “Like you could ever make anything worse,” she offered quietly. He smiled softly as he turned into the driveway of the house. Swiftly, putting the rental car into park. Quickly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted his body towards her.

“I’ll give him a call later today,” he mumbled as he tilted his head against the headrest. She smiled towards him as she unbuckled her own seatbelt and reached towards him. Y/N rested her hand against his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the apple of his cheek.

“Good,” she mumbled as she leaned towards him, pressing her lips against his for a few seconds. 

“Ready?” he asked quietly. She nodded before pecking his lips one more time before she reached towards the passenger door. Luke grinned as he followed in pursuit. He jogged towards the backseat and pulled out the one shared suitcase they had brought. They were only planning on going into town once or twice while they were here. 

Luke’s plans didn’t really include clothes but she forced him to birng enough for the days that they were at the lake house. 

“Here, baby,” Luke let out as he held up the keys in his hand. She nodded as he tossed the keys towards her. She caught it effortlessly as she cautiously walked towards the front door towards the lakehouse. Luke took the suitcase from the backseat and kept it in the air as he slammed the door shut. He kept his car keys in his hand as he locked the car and followed after her. 

She was already inside, it was so cold outside she didn’t want to stay outside any longer than she had to. Luke dropped the suitcase to the ground for only a second as he pushed open the door. He stepped inside, letting out a sudden huff of air as he rested the suitcase near the door.

“Lukey?” she called out. He hummed as a reply while he twisted the lock on the door. “Where’s the bathroom again? I want to shower the airport smell off of my body,” she mumbled as she stepped out of the kitchen area. 

Luke bit his bottom lip as he fought off a grin. He kicked his shoes off as he began to walk towards her. “Come on, I’ll show you,” he said as he held out his hand towards her. She rolled her eyes playfully as she rested her hand into his. He led the charge as a giggle fell from her lips.

“You’ll show me?” she asked teasingly. He spun around as he began to walk backwards, he nodded slowly. She smirked as she watched him awkwardly bump into the closed door of the bathroom. He gasped as a chuckle fell from his lips. 

Quickly, he pushed the door open. Luke pulled her inside as she giggled again. He kicked the door shut behind them. Reaching towards her waist, he pressed her body against the countertop. Her hands rested on the base of his neck before he leaned towards her desperately kissing her lips. 

She hummed against his lips as he toyed with the ends of her hoodie covering her frame. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth. He kept the pace slow for a while, his hands running along her sides, slowly. 

Y/N took a hold of his hoodie, tugging it high off of his frame. He stepped back, taking the ends of his hoodie. Quickly, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. She followed in pursuit and took a hold of her own hoodie and tossed it to the floor. 

A smirk formed to his lips before he leaned towards her again. Luke rested his hands on either side of the countertop as he pressed his lips against hers urgently. Delicately, she ran her hands down his chest. Letting her hands glide along each curve of his muscles. 

He began to toy with her waistband of her sweatpants. Slowly, he began to tug them off of her frame. She sped up the process, kicking the sweats away from her frame. He smirked as his hands glided along the exposed skin of her hips.

“Come on, baby,” he muttered as he pulled her towards the shower. They both quickly pulled off the rest of their clothes, giggles falling from each of their lips. He turned on the shower quickly, it was almost instant that the hot water began to pour out. He guided her into the shower, their lips connecting instantly.

After a few seconds, she tilted her head back, letting the water hit her face. Luke instantly pressed his lips against the center of her neck. Her hands glided along his upper back as he pressed her back against the wall of the shower. A gasp left her lips as the cold wall sent a shock to her frame. He smirked as he trailed his lips up her neck onto her jawline and before he kissed her lips urgently. 

~~~

Luke sat in the center of the couch, Y/N’s legs were draped over his lap. Absent-mindedly, he was caressing the skin of her thighs. She was holding a pillow tightly to her chest as she was starting to doze in and out of sleep. Her eyes slowly flickered open as she shifted her gaze towards the TV.

“Baby, let’s head to bed,” Luke mumbled as he delicately tapped his hand against the tops of her thighs.

“No, no, ‘s okay,” she muttered as she waved her hand slightly towards Luke. He tilted his head to the side, watching her eyes flutter close again. He chuckled softly as he slowly pulled her legs off of his body.”What are you doing, love?” she muttered, her eyes still shut. 

“We are going to bed,” he explained as he reached down and took a hold of the pillow resting on her chest. She frowned while crossing her arms over her chest. He rested his hand onto the arm of the couch as he leaned down. He took a hold of her chin, tilting her head up. “My bed is so much more comfortable,” he mumbled.

“But I’m comfortable here,” she mumbled, a pout on her lips. Luke leaned down and pressed his against hers for a few seconds. 

“My bed is better and you know it,” he mumbled against her lips. Slowly, her lips curled up into a small smile. She raised her hand up and ran her thumb across his cheek. He kissed her softly, “Come on baby,” he leaned back slowly. She let out a deep breath, reluctantly following in pursuit. 

“Fine,” she let out as she began walking down the hallway that led towards his bedroom down the hall. He looped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She let out a soft chuckle as they stumbled further down the hallway.

Delicately, he pressed his lips against her cheek as they rounded the corner into his bedroom. She slipped away from his grasp and instantly climbed onto the mattress, curling up under the comforter.

He laughed as he watched her practically disappear beneath the blanket. He shut the door and out of habit twisted the lock. Practically leaping over her body and onto the other side of the bed. He laid on top of comfort, tilting his head to the side to see her hair being the only thing sticking out from under the blanket. 

He took a hold of the comforter and pulled it away from her face. “Hey,” he let out softly. She let out a breathy laugh as she watched him slowly climb under the comforter. She pressed her lips together as she watched him shuffle awkwardly. 

“You were right,” she mumbled, “This is so much better.” 

He grinned as he looped his arm around her waist. He began to run his hand along her back as he purposely bumped his nose against hers. “Did you just admit that I was right?” he whispered teasingly. 

“Savor it, it won’t happen again,” she whispered as she glided her manicured finger along his jawline. He chuckled before he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. She pursed her lips forward as she fought off a grin. 

“I’m gonna savor this,” he muttered before he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers. She giggled into the kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging the curls. He pulled away slowly, watching her lips curl upward slightly. 

“You’re so cheesy,” she mumbled. 

“And that’s why you love me,” he muttered teasingly as he bit his bottom lip with a grin forming to his lips. 

“I guess so,”

“You guess so?” he asked teasingly as he took a hold of her thigh and pulled her as close as she could lay on top of him. She giggled as she rested her head onto his chest. Their legs quickly entangled as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. 

“I love you, Lukey,” she mumbled as she slowly began to trail her finger tip along his chest. 

~~~

She was sitting on the couch, her computer sitting in her lap as she was working on her essay that was due in a week and a half. It needed to be at least ten pages and she was on page three. She promised Luke that she would take a break and not work on it. But Luke was out getting them breakfast, so she decided that she would work on it for a while.

There was soft music playing through one of the speakers resting on the kitchen counter, keeping her mind active. She wasn’t paying attention when the front door was pushed open, she was too focused on the music and her laptop. 

“Baby!” Luke sing-songed loudly as he practically skipped into the house. She jolted slightly, slamming her computer shut and placing it onto the coffee table. She spun her head around, watching Luke happily walk towards the kitchen. “You better not be working on that essay,” he called out.

She chuckled as she stood up from the couch, following after him. “I wasn’t,” she said while she entered the kitchen. She watched him pull out the takeout containers. 

“So if I open your laptop it won’t show your essay you promised to take a break from?” he asked as he tipped the takeout bag upside down, letting the plastic utensils and syrup cups fall out. 

She leaned down and rested her arms onto the counter, she scanned his frame. He slid the takeout container towards her as he smirked towards her. “I barely wrote a paragraph,” she mumbled. He hummed dramatically as a reply as he flipped open his container. His eyes lit up instantly at the sight of his meal. 

“Supposed to be taking a break, remember?” he offered as he began to add butter to his dramatic stack of pancakes. 

She chuckled softly as she walked around the kitchen island. Resting her hand onto his arm, she leaned towards him. Y/N delicately pressed her lips to his cheek. “I know, I know,” she mumbled against his cheek.

Looking down towards her, he smiled softly towards her. He pressed his hand against her lower back for a second. He leaned towards her pressing his lips against hers softly. He pecked her lips a few more times before she slipped away from him. She rounded the kitchen island again towards her own food. 

“Have you spoken to Jack?” she asked after she began to cut into her own pancakes. Luke nodded with a mouthful of food. 

“Called him on my drive back. He’s having a blast,” he explained after he swallowed his food.

“I didn’t know Jack knew what that was like,” she offered teasingly. Luke tossed his head back laughing. 

After another thirty minutes, they both finished their food and cleaned up the kitchen swiftly. She was laying on her back on the couch, staring towards the TV screen. Luke was sprailed out on top of her. His head rested on her chest as he glided his hands up and down her frame in the process. 

Her fingers ran through his curls, teasingly tugging the pieces every so often. His hand was gliding along her skin, sneaking it up her shirt. “Do you wanna try the hot tub tonight?” he asked softly as his thumb continuously grazed her skin. 

Her lips curled upward and before she could answer there was a loud knock against the door. Luke jolted up, hovering over her frame. “Did you order something?” he asked. She shook her head as stared towards the front door. There was another loud knock. 

Luke climbed off of the couch, glancing towards the door before looking back towards the couch. “Stay here,” he muttered as he walked toward the door. She sat up slightly, leaning back on her elbows. 

Luke took a deep breath as he walked up towards the door. He glanced behind him, looking towards Y/N for a second. Delicately, he pressed his hand against the door and looked into the peephole. “Oh for fuck sake,” he let out as he took a hold of the door handle. He pulled the door open.

“Hey Lukey!” Quinn said nonchalantly as he stepped into the house, rolling a suitcase behind him. “Y/N,” Quinn expressed, glancing towards her on the couch.

Luke pressed his lips together as he kept the door open, watching Quinn step into the house. Y/N instantly sat up, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Suddenly feeling very exposed. Despite her frame being completely covered.

“Wh–what are you doing here?” Luke asked as he shut the door. Quinn stood happily in the center of the living room. He had a wide teasing grin on his lips. Quinn looked towards Y/N, nodding towards her before meeting Luke’s gaze.

“I heard you two were having a little getaway together and I am not ready to be an uncle so I decided to join you two!” he offered teasingly. 

Luke and Y/N shared awkward glances. 

“I’m just kidding, I got off the plane and called Dad and told him what I was doing and he then told me that you two were already here. So I didn’t mean to crash but since I was already in town. Here I am!” he explained, the grin still on his lips. “But I’m not kidding about the uncle thing,” he expressed as he pointed his finger towards Luke and then towards Y/N.

“What’s wrong with your place in Vancouver?” Luke asked as he rested his hands onto his hips. 

“If they say I’m healthy I may get to play in the tournament so I thought I would stay here while they decide that,” Quinn explained. He nodded towards them as he started walking down the hallway towards his room. “Pretend I’m not here!” he called out from the hallway. 

Quickly, she climbed off of the couch and darted towards Luke. “It’ll be fine–fun even! How often do you see Quinn? Like never,” she offered. Luke nodded slowly as he stared completely passed Y/N’s head. “Luke?” she mumbled. He didn’t respond, disassociating by staring past her head.

She took a deep breath as she smacked her hand against his chest, “Plans have changed but you never see him, now is your chance,” she explained. He forced his gaze to meet her eye. He nodded again.

“You’re right,” he mumbled. He took a deep breath, “There’s leftovers from the breakfast place we love in the fridge if you want it!” he yelled out towards Quinn. 

“Oh hell yeah!” he called back. 

Instantly, Luke wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned down and rested his forehead onto her shoulder. She rested her hand onto the base of his neck, running her hand along his neck.

“So much for a romantic getaway,” he mumbled before he tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips against her neck. 

“Such a drama queen,” she expressed teasingly. He smirked as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck again. Swiftly, he tightened his grip along her waist. He lifted her up in the air. She giggled while she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Slowly, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He trailed his lips from her neck towards her jawline, peppering her jawline. 

“If you guys are gonna do that, can you keep it in Lukey's bedroom please?” Quinn said as he walked out of the hallway. He walked past them towards the kitchen.

She tilted her head back, looking down towards Luke. He clenched his jaw as his eyes widened slightly. “You’ll be fine,” she mumbled teasingly before she leaned towards him, pecking his lips for a second. Y/N tapped her hands against his shoulder, “Go catch up,”

Slowly, she glided down his frame, her hands ran along his chest. He tilted his head back, biting his bottom lip. “I’m gonna go shower,” she let out, raising her eyebrows towards him.

Luke tilted his head back, a pout fell on his lips. He reached towards her, begging for her to drag him along. She ignored his grabby hands as she continued to walk down the hallway towards the bathroom. Luke let out a sigh as he walked into the kitchen. Quinn was staring towards the microwave watching the take out container spin inside.

“I’m happy to see you, I promise man, but you kind of ruined all of my plans,” Luke explained as he stepped into the kitchen. Quinn spun his head around, a laugh leaving his lips in the process.

“Yeah and what were those plans then?” Quinn said teasingly. Luke tilted his head from side to side for a few seconds. His cheeks flushed red while he pursed his lips forward.

“She only had a few days she could take off so this was our only option,” Luke explained while crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Why didn’t you guys do a stay-cation at her apartment?” Quinn asked as the microwave beeped. He spun around and pulled out the container. 

Luke’s posture straightened as he pulled his lips between his teeth for a moment. He never intended to keep it a secret from Quinn for this long. It was only supposed to last until his rookie season was done and then until Quinn was done with playoffs. Luke tilted his head back and forth as he took a deep breath.

“Her apartment is also my apartment,” he explained while awkwardly shifting his gaze towards the floor. Quinn dropped the takeout container onto the counter. He spun around, his mouth fell open.

“Since when?” Quinn asked with an awkward laugh leaving his lips.

“Oh man, it’s–it’s been about–uhm–”

“Spit it out, Lukey,” Quinn said while crossing his arms over his chest. Quinn fought off a grin on his lips while watching Luke shift awwkardly in front of him.

“Since March last year,” he let out while nodding. 

“Do Mom and Dad know?” he asked. Luke nodded. “Oh, so you just forgot to tell me,”

“You didn’t like the idea of me having a girlfriend in my rookie season. So I didn’t know how you would react. I didn’t mean to never tell you. It was just never brought up before,” he explained while avoiding Quinn’s eye.

“I mean you love her, right?” Quinn asked. 

“More than anything,” Luke let out genuinely. 

“I’ll pretend to not be offended,” Quinn offered teasingly. He leaped towards Luke, pulling him down in a headlock. “Look at you, all in love and shit,” Quinn continued while laughing. Luke nearly fell over while laughing. 

“Oh shut up,” Luke let out while pulling away from Quinn. Quinn spun around and took a hold of his take out container. He walked towards a different counter and rested the container on it. “So, you’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Nah, I should’ve known. You two are legit attached at the hip. Where is she anyway?” he asked as he shoved a forkful of pancakes in his mouth.

~~~

It was pitch black out as the three of them were in the hot tub. The TV was set up beside them playing the USA vs. Finland game and it was well into the third period. They spent most of the second and third period in the steaming water.

Quinn’s gaze was constantly on his phone, he was texting the entire game. He would submerge most of his body under the water, letting the heat help heal his body; at least think it would help. He pulled his phone towards his ear, talking quietly into the phone.

Luke and Y/N were snuggled beside one another. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder as he pulled her closer. His other hand was slowly gliding along the inside of her thigh.

He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against her cheek. “You okay?” he asked barely above a whisper. She hummed as she rested her head onto his shoulder. He tilted his head against hers.

“You’re right, this is perfect hot tub weather,” she whispered. He chuckled softly, as he looked towards the TV. “I’m just scared to get out,”

“It’ll suck for like thirty seconds but you’ll feel so good later,” he explained as he glided his fingertips down her arm. 

She lifted her head up, meeting his gaze, “Oh really?” she asked barely above a whisper. Luke nodded dramatically as a smile formed on his lips. He raised his hand up as he took a hold of her chin. He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers delicately.

“Guys really?” Quinn said with a chuckle. He pulled the phone away from his ear for a second. 

Luke pulled back, keeping his hand on her chin. He clenched his jaw as he glided his thumb along her bottom lip. “Do you wanna get out soon?” he asked still in a hushed tone.

“Let’s finish the game and then go,” she mumbled. 

“They’re up by three goals,” he offered, while raising his eyebrows and fighting off a smirk on his lips. She smiled softly as she tilted her head to the side. “Fine,” he muttered before he pecked her lips.

“Alright, I’ll call you later,” Quinn expressed before he set the phone back down. Quinn had a small smile on his lips as he kept his gaze towards the water. Luke and Y/N stared towards Quinn expectantly. After several seconds, he lifted his head up to look towards their direction. Quinn’s eyes widened as his cheeks flushed red. “What?” 

“Who was that?” Luke asked teasingly as he absentmindedly drew shapes along her shoulder.

Quinn pursed his lips forward and shook his head. “No one,” he let out.

“You’re blushing,” Y/N let out teasingly. He splashed some water towards them as a grin formed on his lips. “What’s her name?” she continued.

Quinn tilted his head back, “I’m getting out now,” he let out as he started climbing out of the hot tub. “You two enjoy yourselves,” he said as he fought off a wide grin. Y/N tossed her head back and laughed as she leaned her head against Luke’s shoulder. 

“I will not be answering any questions,” he expressed as he wrapped a towel around himself. His teeth shattered as he jogged towards the door to the house. “Don’t have sex in my hot tub!” he called out before he snuck inside.

Luke tightened his grip around Y/N while laughing. “Well if I had known that would’ve scared him off, I would’ve said something sooner,” he offered teasingly. She rolled her eyes playfully. 

Luke took a hold of her thigh and pulled her onto his lap. She helped him in the process as she rested her hands on the base of his neck. “I didn’t mean to scare him off,” she mumbled. 

“His fault for answering the call and blushing like an idiot,” he offered while tilting his head to the side. She squinted her eyes slightly as she pursed her lips forward. 

“You blush like an idiot all of the time,” she offered teasingly as she dragged her thumbs along the sides of his neck. He smiled widely as she leaned forward resting her forehead onto his shoulder. 

“I do not,” he let out while laughing.

Quinn stood near the window watching his youngest brother smile and grin like an idiot. Quinn has never seen his little brother smile like that. Not even when he was a little kid. This was the first time he’s ever seen him look so happy. He began to walk away towards the hallway towards his bedroom.

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Frat Boy!Gojo

Old Fashioned: swallow that bitter taste

Word Count: 2.7k Contents: angst, cursing, some dark themes, which include slut shaming, abuse, both physical and verbal, threat of violence, not proofread

The beep beep beep that echoes around the empty, dusty room strikes at your equally empty and equally dusty heart. You try to visit the hospital as often as your schedule permits, but these days, with all the wedding preparations, you could really only dedicate an hour every Thursday, between lectures. 

It’s pathetic. He deserves better than this half-hearted display of love and guilt, the natural combination. If he was awake, he’d undoubtedly make a snarky comment about how the wilting flowers you can barely afford is a representation of your friendship going down the drain because he obviously deserves more than carnations, of all flowers. 

Oh, how you wish he could tell you off right now. 

“Hi, Asahi. You’re looking shittier than last time,” you muse with a chuckle, a shaky smile pulling at your lips. 

There he is, lying in some drab hospital gown, tucked all nice and warm in a rigid bed, with only you, a dull lump of black lace as his only company. He can’t roll his eyes at your pitiful tone or fire back some insult about how your eyeliner is far too thick for your eyes and you more closely resembles a panda than any sexy vampire you’ve been trying to simulate. 

“Remember the boy I’ve been telling you about? Well, we got into a bit of a disagreement the other night. I don’t know, I guess he got fed up with this play acting thing we’re doing. And I don’t really blame him, y’know? We’re barely adults and we’re getting married. Isn’t that crazy? God, I wish you could be there, you can laugh at me and throw rice or confetti or whatever it is they do nowadays. Maybe even purposefully get it in my eye, knowing you.”

No reply. 

Just like all those times before, there is never a reply, only a beep beep beeping that drives you crazy and you can never seem to tune out, try as you might. Sometimes, at night, you hear that mocking sound hooking itself into your spine and carrying you away from the guiltless comfort of sleep.

With a sigh, you carry on. “Well, anyways, I think you’d really like him. He’s a little stupid. Okay, maybe a lot stupid, but I don’t know, I think it’s endearing. He has these annoying eyes that are just so bright and God, do you ever just wanna rip off someone’s eyes and stomp on them because they’re too dazzling? ‘Cause I do. Every time, I look at his. And his laugh. Oh, God. You won’t believe it. It’s the most obnoxious sound in the entire world. I actually get nightmares, I swear. He laughs like he doesn’t care how loud he is, like he thinks people should laugh more, like it’s a crime not to find laughing easy. What an idiot, right?”

You don’t mention how since that evening, he hasn’t blown up your phone like he usually does, in fact you received no notifications from him at all. Within the first hour or two, you thought he still needed some space, and you understood. But then as hours turned into a whole night, then a whole morning, then a day and another, you started to think that maybe, just maybe, he’ll never text you again. 

And can you blame him?

He wasn’t wrong, about him being used. From the very beginning, he always represented wealth and what that can bring. Surely, he was aware that even if people did genuinely like him for who he is, the strength of his name, of what courses through his blood, will always hang in the air, this infinite void shielding him from everyone who tries to get too close only to end up further and further away. 

“I think I should apologise and give him that second date he’s been begging me for. Yeah, actually begging. I told you he’s stupid.” Your voice is trailing off, a slight wobble that you can’t seem to command away. “I think I hurt his feelings. I know, surprise surprise. But I just can’t help but feel like, out of everyone involved in this thing, he’s the least deserving, y’know? Ugh, I’ll talk to the guy when I run into him on campus — he’s kinda hard to miss.”

Even paralysed and in a coma, you’re certain Asahi can tell you aren’t convincing yourself with the fake bravado. Truthfully, you’re not sure you could bring yourself to mutter an apology. No, it isn’t that. You can’t bring yourself to come face to face with him, lest you see something that doesn’t quite match up with your vision of a sincere expression of happiness, at seeing you.

Fiddling with a loose thread on your dress, you pull it taut, tighter and tighter, until it snaps. 

“Here again?”

Your head snaps back. 

“Mother, w-what are you doing here?”

Beep beep beep.

She waltzes in, clasping her snakeskin handbag closer to her, as if the cramped room would snatch it off her manicured hands. Burgundy pencil skirt clashing with her neon blouse, those staple bright red lips curl into something that makes you gulp. You don’t dare bring up the fact that she desperately needs a stylist — that is the least of your issues.  

Pursing her lips, her disapproving eyes roves over your body, before she scoffs and looks away, focusing instead on a framed print photo of tomato soup cans in all sorts of colours. You shuffle in your seat, the plastic squeaking. 

“You’ve disappointed me once again,” she begins, settling her bag on the table where your flowers droop over the vase. You recognise this tone of hers, the one that’s too calm, too flat to ever mean anything other than trouble. “You were given one task and one task only, and somehow, either by natural ineptitude or wilful rebellion, you’ve failed at something so simple. Goodness, what ever did happen to that brain of yours?”

It’s clear she isn’t here to chat about the weather, so you stand up, pulling a glove further up your wrist and exhale as quietly as you can. 

“Now, mother, I know the dinner didn’t end very well, but he just needs a second to cool down and then he’ll be on board again. I’ll go on another date with him and show him we can work together. I’ll fix it, I swear.”

Her glare pierces you, forcing you to stumble back. 

Scoffing, she waves a hand in the air. “‘Fix it?’ You will fix it? God, Y/N. It is not the time for your sarcastic little jokes. You can’t fix anything. You proved that the other night with whatever you had texted him as we made plans for your wedding.”

“Y-you knew?”

The laugh that escapes her lacks any real joy — the only one she’s capable of. Cold, mocking and scathing, you can do nothing but wince under its weight. 

“It’s hard to not notice you typing away under the table like some whore playing footsie! I raised you better than that, no? Where did all those etiquette lessons go anyways? Hmm? It’s certainly not towards your uncouth behaviour. Goodness, look at you. You’re in your final year of university and you still haven’t matured.”

When she gets into these rants, there’s no stopping her. You learnt that when she snapped at you for tripping on your own dress in front of a ballroom of people at the age of eight, and at twelve when she overheard you use a swear word with a friend. 

“Still bumbling about, pretending to be indifferent and nihilistic, like some child playing dress up. And what have I said about this all black look? You look ridiculous and not to mention hideous. When are you going to grow out of this phase? You couldn’t even lose those repulsive piercings? Even just for a couple dinners? Maybe if you did, the Gojos would have been more keen to welcome you into their family.”

Beep beep beep.

She continues, taking a step closer towards you, and you feel the room get smaller like the walls are shifting in, “We had him. Him and the rest of his family in the palm of our hands. You were so close to marrying him and fixing all our problems and then you ruined it. This is all your fault.”

Your mother’s voice grows louder, pitchier, more shrill, and you clutch your dress tight in your fists. She’s been drinking. You don’t know how you didn’t notice until now but she reeks of alcohol. Perhaps, the natural smell of death and deep levels of sanitation that permeates the air of this hospital masked that scent of hers she never bothered to try to shake off. 

“Why couldn’t you just be a good girl, hmm?” Her hand reaches for your face and you flinch. Ice cold, her touch brings the hairs on the back of your neck to a standstill. It’s been many years since she had last touched you, in any kind of soft, maternal way at least, and this foreign feeling leaves you holding your breath. 

“Why couldn’t you just give him what he wanted? Flirt a little, flash him a smile, slide those legs and let him take what he needed. Anything! Anything to make him yours. The way I did with your father.”

Falling to your chest, her hand curls, digging itself into your dress and you stagger forward with her powerful yank. You gasp. And then, eyes wide, you clutch your heart, watching the lace collar that had once been a part of you dangle in her grasp. She casts it aside. 

A cry rises up her throat, like bile, and she spews it at you. “Boys like him only want one thing, my dear. Do you know what it is? Did I ever teach you?”

Her nails are sharp. 

You notice that as she leans forward, skimming them against your cheek once more. Clammy, you feel the material of your gloves stick to your skin and you feel a sudden itch to keep it on even in death. There’s no one here. Nurses rarely come to check up on this room, not when the patient has so little wants and needs. And there’s not anyone you can text and call, no one who’d understand, who’d come at the drop of a hat.

“Answer me!” 

She wrenches your sleeve in a blur, her movements jerky and sudden and too unpredictable. That too falls to the ground, lifeless. 

Beep beep beep.

Bottom lip quivering, you stammer out, “S-sex?”

You feel the burn of your cheek before you hear the sound of her palm strike you. And you sob with her, just as she soothes the skin with a cooing sound. Her expression softens and for a second, no more and no less, she actually looks like a mother. 

“No, my dear. All boys, whether that Gojo boy’s age or your father’s, want thrill. They’ll seek it anywhere. If not from their wives, then from common whores, or from sports cars, or violence, or casinos, like your daddy — it’s why we needed you to marry that boy, remember? We have no money, our family’s fortune is scattered in the vaults of seedy casinos all over the city. We needed their money, to get back to where we used to be. They were our last chance.”

“L-last? B-but the wedding’s still happening, isn’t it?”

Was that even your voice? 

It sounded so meek, so frail, so young. 

“No, dear.” Her smile is sharp, one corner stabbing into your heart and the other twisting. “This morning, your little fiancé went to the press and informed them that you two were so-called victims of a forced engagement and would like the public’s support to maintain your ‘liberty’. The Gojos have already begun doing damage control, claiming that you broke up with him and he’s a classic college student — drunk and seeking revenge. So that’s that of your love story. Such a shame.”

Beep beep beep.

“B-but he wouldn’t. No, he wants to be with me, h-he just needed some time to cool down.”

You’re running out of breath, you can feel it seeping out of your lungs. It’s too tight in here, there are too many machines making all sorts of noises, and you just need air, you need something, anything. There’s nothing to clutch, nowhere to lean against, and when you turn to the one other person there, the eyes you wish would look at you aren’t. 

Beep beep beep.

There’s simply no way Satoru would go to the media. No, he was finally accepting the marriage, accepting you. You were so sure of it. It was clear as day in his eyes. You could even feel it pulse in that minuscule gap between you when he had fitted your gloves back onto your hands. 

He can’t be done with you. 

He just can’t. 

Beep beep beep.

Holding up a bedpan, she inspects her face in the reflection and her lips purse once more. Taunting, she giggles. “Oh, but all women learn eventually that time does nothing for us.”

She’s ran out of steam, much faster than she usually does, and even though parts of your dress lay in tatters on the hospital floor, you feel fortunate that she hadn’t decided to rip out your heart instead. You’re not sure she’d find anything in your chest cavity anyways. 

Detached once more, she slurs with bewildering high, “Don’t look so deviated, goodness. You’ll forget all about that Gojo boy soon. You must. Because you’ll be marrying into the Zenins. A nice, young man, just a little older than you. I believe his name is Naoya.”

The blood drains from your body. 

“No,” you gasp out. “No, mother. I can’t. H-he’s abusive. You know this. Everyone knows this. He’s sadistic and cruel a-and —“

Beep beep beep.

“And he’s on the market looking for a wife.” She cuts you a look, one that forces your mouth shut. It’s a talent of hers. “The Zenins reached out. Apparently, whatever’s good enough for the Gojo’s is good enough for them. What great luck, wouldn’t you agree, my dear?”

Beep beep beep.

You’ve heard stories of how he used women like dolls, dressing them up and tearing them down as he pleased. There’s always scandals and blind items making rounds online about girls he’d left battered and bruised, disoriented and silenced by copious amounts of money. A man like him would never love you. He’d never even respect you. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew it would turn out like this. Having met the man once, at some yacht, a couple years ago, you recall the pure repulsion in his eyes when you bumped into him. He saw the beginnings of your true style coming in, like adult teeth, and something flashed in his eyes. A recognition of your rarity in these parts. A sparkle of challenge. A barely restrained desire. 

You could never forget the way he had looked at you — you were a trophy at the end of a marathon and there was a spot in his collection waiting just for you. 

Like a fool, a naive, pathetic little fool, you thought you had outran him. That, in the arms of another man, a stronger, richer man, you’d be safe. But that man doesn’t want anything to do with you. 

You’re alone.

Beep beep beep.

Sighing, she makes a tutting sound and focuses back on you. “I did say to behave, no? I told you it was in our best interest that you drag that boy up to the altar no matter what, and you failed your duty as a daughter. This is the consequences of your actions, dear. But despite your frightening appearance, you’re still desired. How nice. So, smile, yes? You’re getting married, after all.”

A machine flatlines. It’s not Asahi’s heart who fails and dies right there and then. You don’t even hear anything but that incessant beeeeeeeeeeeeep that knocks you back into your seat, jaw slack and cheek stinging.

“When?”

She smiles again. 

“Tomorrow!”

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Lewd thoughts on aespa getting caught by their partner playing by themselves instead of waiting for them 👁️

Karina

Karina's eyes are wide open when she sees you standing in the door. The pillow she has been grinding on shows off a visible wet spot, suggesting that she isn't wearing panties under her skirt.

"This-This isn't what it looks like."

She feels shame colouring her cheeks as you look at her exposed tits, her top bunched up above them.

"I was only gone for 10 minutes and you couldn't help yourself?"

"S-Sorry, I've just been so...so needy lately."

Karina bites her lip as she glances at your crotch.

"That explains why you were grinding on me last night when I woke up."

Once more, Karina sinks her head in shame. But when she looks up at you, she catches your teasing smirk, which makes her regain her confidence.

"This pillow isn't really doing it for me."

She gets on all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed.

"Maybe I can ride something else?"

Giselle

You wanted to surprise your girlfriend for Valentine's day with a bouquet of roses, chocolate and some jewelry. But you couldn't help yourself, you wanted to give her a jump scare when she'd come back home. That's why you hid inside her closet. And when she did come home, you were about to jump out. But before you could, you saw Giselle opening a drawer of her nightstand. She asked you to not look inside of it and you respected her wish, that's why you're now so curious to see what's in it.

To your surprise, Giselle takes out what seems to be a dildo. You didn't expect that. You watch how she lies down on her stomach on top of her mattress. She placed the dildo in front of her. You expected her to pleasure herself with it, but Giselle is starting to suck the dildo off. You know that she loves giving head, but you didn't expect her being this into it. Your cock is completely hard by now as you hear Giselle slightly choking as she tries to fit most of the dildo inside her mouth.

Giselle yelps in surprise when you finally open the door. She's stunned, embarrassed, speechless. You see her glancing at your face, your crotch, the gifts in your hand and back to your face.

"I-"

Instead of giving her time to explain, you put the gifts to the side and undo your pants. Giselle's confusion quickly turns into lust as you pull off your boxers as well. You expect her to just wait for you to come closer, but instead, Giselle moves to the edge of the bed and turns around. She's now lying on her back and as she lets her head hang off the edge, you know what she has in mind.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Winter

"Alright, thank you"

You hang up and walk back to the bedroom. You were about to go down on a half naked Winter when you got a phone call. At first you considered letting it go to voicemail, but you knew it was important.

As you now step into the room, you're surprised by what you see. Your relationship with Winter is still quite fresh and the two of you haven't had that much sex yet. And the sex you had was always on the softer side.

But now Winter is lying on your bed, her tight body on full display. The fingers of her right hand are knuckles deep inside her pussy, while her left hand is squeezing her small tits.

"Ruin me, daddy. Make me a slut."

She moans and you can hear how wet her pussy is.

You haven't seen this side of Winter before. And she never called you daddy either. Her eyes are closed though, so you doubt she knows you're watching her.

"I'm such a bad girl. I'm addicted to your cock like a whore, daddy."

Her words are dripping with lust and you hold your breath, not wanting her to stop.

"Everytime you fuck me you're rearranging my insides. My body is too small for your cock, but it just feels so good when you break me, daddy!"

Winter's voice is getting louder and you can see her arching her back off the mattress.

You silently walk towards her, unable to hold back any longer. When you reach the bed, you must have made a sound, because Winter's eyes suddenly shoot open. Surprise, shame, embarrassment, her face displays all kinds of emotions as she looks up at you.

You lean over her, placing your left hand over hers, which makes her fingers slip in deeper into her pussy. Your other hand supports your weight as you place it right next to her head.

"What a bad girl you are. Touching yourself while I'm on the phone."

Her embarrassment is now fully replaced by a look of shock. Winter's mouth is slightly open and she's just waiting for your next move.

"Is this how bad you need my cock? Daddy is going to fuck and punish you like the slut you are."

Winter whimpers, her eyes wide open, but she can't say anything as her juices start to stain the sheets underneath her.

Ningning

"You couldn't wait 5 minutes, could you?"

Ningning shakes her head. She is biting her lip, one strap of her dress is already half way off her shoulder, her heels only dangling on her toes. She's lying in bed, her delicate hand playing with her clit.

The two of you haven't been on a date in ages and so it seems like your wife really enjoyed the night. After you just made sure your children are sleeping, you join her on the bed.

"The next time you tease me like that, I won't wait until we're home."

You whisper into her neck as your hands glide along every curve of her body. Throughout the whole dinner Ningning used one of her naked feet to touch your legs and at one point flat out rubbed your cock through your pants under the table.

"Is that a promise?"

Her breath hitches when your lips move from her neck down to her collarbone.

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Show☆Time

chip on your shoulder

Ever since the day you got your group back together, you've all gotten closer together.

You and Tsukasa matched each other's energy, with you both being loud and energetic, always screaming and yelling.

Rui and Nene (mostly Nene) canceled you both out with their quietness.

You and Nene were complete opposites in personality, which was silly considering how you both mellowed each other out.

Nene and Tsukasa would bicker a lot, which was funny to you!

You and Rui would really chaotic, due to you being energetic and him being mischievous.

You love your friends!

You guys would tell each other everything, from Rui telling you about how many times he's gotten kicked out of places, to Nene telling you how to beat levels in games you would play and get stuck on and ask Tim for help on only for him to ignore you to Tsukasa telling you all about why he joined theater.

One day you guys were at your stage, practicing.

You all had decided to take a break after a while of rehearsing.

You were sitting in between Nene, who was on your right, and Tsukasa, who was on your left, Rui standing in front of you guys, fixing a robot that had somehow exploded on its own while you guys were rehearsing.

You, nene, and Tsukasa were all taking a small break from you guys practicing for your next show.

Since you guys had first started, which was a few months ago, you guys have done a couple of shows. Around 10.

You would spend months practicing.Your days would consist of waking up, getting ready for the day, going to school, going back to the manor to eat quickly getting ready for rehearsal, coming back, practicing moves, going to sleep, and repeating.

You would spend hours practicing, hoping to put a smile on everyone's face and wishing your family would come.

You would put little invitations in their rooms and reminders on the family's calendar only to be met with empty seats every time.

You didn't understand.

You wanted to understand.

You pretended you understood.

You'd make every excuse under the sun for them.

Maybe they had an important meeting to get to?

Maybe their job wouldn't let them out?

Maybe they were busy?

Rui watched as you stared into a cup of water for a few minutes, obviously spaced out.

You've been spaced out most of the rehearsals lately, eerily locked in, yet somehow messing up a lot more.

Usually, you would spend a lot of rehearsal having fun and goofing around, but as of late, you had been super strict on yourself, not letting loose as much as you used to.It seemed everyone but you noticed somehow.

After a few minutes of silence, Rui finally spoke up."Y/N, why have you been so zoned out?" he kept tinkering with a tiny robot he had in his hands.

"Yeah, you've been so focused it's scary." Nene said, picking on her nails.

"Yeah, and you've also been messing up a lot more lately," Tsukasa spoke up, drinking from his water bottle which was full of stickers you placed on their overtime.

"What do you guys mean? I'm great!" you piped up, confused.

"Since we've started rehearsing this play, you've been hyperfocused. Maybe you should take a break?" Tsukasa asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"NO-NO! It's fine, I'm fine, I swear! It's just, that I really wanna be great for our next performance!" You looked up to look at Rui.

"What do you mean? You've been doing great, you just constantly look distracted." Nene says, now taking a bite of the cotton candy she was holding.

"I'm fine, great even! I'm just trying to be extra focused so when my family comes to see me, they'll be so super impressed!"

Tsukasa looks to you "Your family doesn't come to your shows either?"

"Not really, but I'm sure they're busy! I know they love me, I know they care, it's just that they're busy, I'm sure of it!"

Nene looked at you in pity.

It seemed to everyone but you that no one in your family cared enough to come.

You got up and stood on the stage.

"Well, cmon! Let's keep the practice going! The show is today! Let's do it ☆!"

You guys ended up finishing rehearsal and the show.

Your friends could see you kept glancing at the empty seats, it was like you were hoping that they'd appear at any given moment.

They could see how you kept messing up your lines and queues for your shows, nervous if they came and saw you.

It was time for an intervention from your friends.

Out of love, obviously.

They pulled you aside after the show.

They were all sitting at a table backstage, Nene patting the seat next to hers.

You sat down with them, and next to Nene.

Tsukasa spoke,"Y/N, Though it's hardly my business to say could it be the real thing in your way Is it the very family you've been trying to impress?"

You thought about it for a minute.

Huh.

You hadn't even noticed you starting to mess up a lot more, being too focused while also being spaced out somehow.

You started this all for them, and they still didn't care enough to show.

Strange.

"..Yes! I've been smiling and sweet and trying to prove myself to them, thoroughly beaten, blowing my chance!" You jumped up and grabbed Nenes hands

"I'm not gonna push them away, I'm gonna go ahead and forget them! For now at least♪"

You started marching toward the stage, moving like you meant it.

For the first time in ages, you let loose.

For the first time in ages, you had fun.

For the first time in ages, you stopped thinking of your family for a while.

As you started walking home you stared at the sunset.

usually you didn't like sunsets, it reminded you the day was coming to an end.

This time though, you were exhausted.

Not physically, or mentally.

All you wanted was to crawl into your momma or grandpa's arms and sleep.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't wanna crawl into your father or brother's arms either.

As soon as you got to the manor, you saw everyone at the dinner table.

You could hear everyone laughing and talking about who knows what.

They didn't wait for you, they never did.

The conversations died out as soon as you got to the table.

You sat down and Alfred dropped off your food, which was already cold.

You didn't mind, you were trying to finish eating quickly so you could go practice by yourself.

You ate for a minute or two before realizing everyone was staring at you in confusion.

You looked up from your plate.

"What's going on?" You asked, stuffing another spoonful of the food in your mouth. You were starving.

You saw as Tim pointed to your outfit "What are you wearing?"

Oh yeah.

You had forgotten to take off your dramatic performer costume.

Compared to everyone else looking like dark vampires, you were colorful and bright like a walking talking disco ball.

You immediately jumped a bit in excitement, you were finally given the chance to talk about your life!

"Well I got this costume from my friend Mizuki, she made and designed it herself, isn't it amazing? It's so much better than the last one, the last one was itchy and uncomfortable, but anyways-" You started yapping about your performance not realizing your family lost interest as soon as you started talking.

As soon as you noticed (which took a while of talking) you shut up and finished your food.

Jason found it odd, you usually wouldn't go quiet like that.

As soon as he was about to ask, he saw you disappear into your room.

You changed out of your performer costume and into your training outfit, which was just some comfy clothes.

Sure, your performer costume was comfy, but you didn't wanna risk ripping it or ruining it!

You started walking to the gymnastics room, which was originally made for Dick but technically there were no restrictions on who could go in, so you regularly practiced in there.

You would spend hours practicing in there. From your spins to your flips, to just moves in general.

It was a great way to get your energy out and to tire yourself up before going to bed.

As you were midway through your routine, Dick walked in.

At first, he prepared to fight an intruder, usually no one but him came in to use the gymnastics room.

Then he saw you.

He never noticed how you would practice in this room.

And then he realized that's where all the F/C training items were coming from! He's been so confused, he never realized all the extra yoga and slippers were coming from!

You didn't notice him walking in, as you were in the middle of trying to do a double front dismount, a move on the balance beam.

You were struggling, and he could see that.

You were about to fall, and if it wasn't for him being there, you would've probably fallen.

"Woah there, birdie!" He caught you by the back of your shirt.

You tried not to flinch at the nickname, he'd never given you one.

You were used to him calling you your name or just acknowledging you without it.

It felt like sometimes he had forgotten what your name was. "Hi, Dick!" you exclaimed, hanging mid-air from him holding the back of your shirt.

He placed you on the ground. "What were you even trying to do?" He asked, he saw how you looked confused the whole time you were attempting the move.

"I was trying to do a double front dismount thingy! My friend Nene sent me a video and dared I couldn't do it ♫" You said, posing dramatically like you'd seen Tsukasa doing.

"No offense, but have you ever done anything that involved gymnastics or being flexible? The thing you're trying to do is a pretty hard move, it took me a while to learn." Dick said, putting his hands on his waist.

You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I used to do gymnastics for like, 5 years! I quit a couple of months ago, though. I wanted to focus on performing theater!"

Dick had forgotten about that. He had forgotten how many times you had invited him to your performances and practices only for him to not be able to make it or completely forget.

"Oh, right.." He scratched the back of his neck in awkwardness.

"..Do you want me to teach you the move?" He asked, immediately seeing how you practically lit up in excitement and happiness.

You guys spent a couple of minutes teaching and learning how to do the move.

He was surprised at how much of a fast learner you were.

He was also surprised at how you could keep a conversation while doing an impressive move.

You talked about your friends and your performances.

You ended up inviting him to come to your next one.

..12th times the charm?

After you finally learned the move, you practically tackled Dick into a hug!

You were so glad you learned it! You could show Nene how you finally had it done!

Damian walked in and glared at Dick.

You let go of Dick, who seemed a little sad that you let go. It wasnt everyday he spent time with his little sister.

As soon as you were gonna hug him again, Damian started talking.

"Grayson, you're late to our training. You said you'd be there at 7 PM sharp. It is now 7:05."

You piped up to defend Dick. "Yeah, he was teaching me this super-duper cool move! It is called the-" You got cut off by Damian.

"I was talking to Grayson, L/N."

You got a little sad by that. You disliked being cutoff.

"Oh, sorry." you muttered as you put your head down and looked at your feet.

You couldn't hear what Dick and Damian were talking about. It was like everything was muffled.

When you spaced back in, you saw Dick being dragged away by Damian.

You couldn't even say or wave bye to him.

He gave you an apologetic glance and left.

So much for bonding.

It's okay, at least you got to talk to Dick for once!

wxs: hey you shouldnt focus on the family that clearly doesnt gaf

reader: ok

(small bonding time happens)

reader: omg u guys r gonna hate me

this felt a lot longer when i was writing

honestly idk why i keep neglecting tbis story oops

anyways fhis is ass i kinda understand why ppl like bug like angel better (ily emureader tho mwa)

mizuki crumbs sorry

i love using silly emojicons when readers talking

♫♪ look how silly

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OPTION ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader wc: 1.8k words warnings: reader wears earrings; mention of ways to die (in a “comic” way)

“lucky i’m in love with my best friend”

If there was something you never gave up on it was to find love. From toxic relationships to pointless dates, you never thought that love wasn’t for you, it was probably because you always thought that the Universe was on its way to finally make you meet your soulmate.

Someone followed you closely during this journey, your best friend, Wonwoo. You always counted on him for everything and vice versa.

You both had differences, but the most important one was the fact that you were constantly trying to find your soulmate, while Wonwoo seemed to not even try. You lost count of the number of times you went clubbing together and you kept pointing at pretty people, telling him to make a move on them, just to have a ’Nah, I’m good’ as a response.

“Alright, what do you think about this outfit? It’s nice, right? Not too much to not make him think that I’m desperate to show myself off and not too little to make him think that I’m being forced to go on a date with him and I’d rather be at home eating lamen.” You positioned your phone on your desk and took a few steps back and gave a little spin to show your outfit to your best friend.

Wonwoo’s gaze left the computer and went to his phone, analyzing your outfit. “I guess it’s fine, you know I’m not the best person to ask about this. To me, you’re fine.”

“But do I look just fine or do I look fine fine?”

“You look fine fine, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled and looked at his computer once again. “By the way, where is he taking you?”

“You know that small and cozy restaurant near a private school? My date will be there,” you said as you put on your earrings. “People say the food there is delicious, maybe you should go with your date one day. Oh, wait, you don’t have a date!”

“Ha ha ha ha, very funny. I can go by myself if I want to.”

“Right, Mr. Lonely. I’m gonna go now, wish me luck!”

Wonwoo looked at his cellphone screen and gave you a small smile as he saw you all dressed up and excited for your date, waving at him before ending the FaceTime call. He sighed and looked back to his computer screen, getting his attention back to the game he was previously playing.

You probably went to more dates than an average person with the same age as you, but all of them were purposeless because of your high standards. It’s not a bad thing to have high standards, you really should have the love that you think you deserve and do not settle down for less. But your standards were very specific when it came to how the guy should treat you and how he should see life. You didn’t even realize, but Wonwoo made himself your standard over the years, and it was extremely hard, almost impossible, to overcome him.

This date wasn’t different, you found yourself bored and wishing that a piano would fall right on your head just so the date was over. The guy in front of you clearly didn’t meet your standards, in fact, you bet he didn’t meet anyone’s standards.

You excused yourself and went to the bathroom. You took your phone out of your purse and called Wonwoo.

”Hey, you busy?” “Yes,” you could hear a background noise. “I’m watching a movie. Why? Weren’t you supposed to be on your date?” “So…” “Let me guess, he’s a dickhead, isn’t he?” “Everytime he opens his mouth I wish someone would shoot me in the head with a bazooka,” you sighed. “Help me out, Wonu, please.” “What do you want me to do? Just say the word and I’ll do it.” “Call me in ten minutes, okay?” “And say what?” “Anything, you can say anything or even nothing at all, I’ll handle it. Just call me, please.” “Got it. See ya.”

You hung up, changed Wonwoo’s contact name to ‘Auntie 💞’ and left the bathroom, getting back to the table you and your date were. You kept pretending to be interested in him and in his jokes that hid a hint of misogyny, just wishing that those 10 minutes would pass in a blink of an eye.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your phone rang and the name Auntie 💞 was on display. You frowned, faking surprise and worry.

“It’s my aunt, sorry, but I gotta answer.” The guy just nodded with a smile on his face and kept looking at you while you picked up the phone.

“Auntie? Is everything alright? I’m actually in the middle of something… What?” You shifted in the chair, your face darkening even though there was a complete silence coming from the other line. “You fell? No- it’s okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at our favorite convenience store.” The silence was finally broken, Wonwoo’s voice was low and calm as always.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t you dare move a single inch, auntie.”

You hung up and looked at the guy with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry, my auntie fell off the bed and she has no one to help her, she hit her arm and-“

“It’s okay, we can continue our date another day, right?”

You gave him a small smile, little did he know that the first thing you’d do after getting back home was to block him on every social media. “Right, thanks for understanding. We’ll talk later and thank you for your time, it was really good getting to know you.”

And with that, you left, letting out a deep sigh as soon as he wasn’t able to hear you anymore because of the distance. You smiled to yourself, feeling free that you were far away from that guy, and walked towards the convenience store you and Wonwoo love.

Getting there, you found Wonwoo sitting by himself with two lamens, one he was already eating and the other was closed with chopsticks on top.

“Is it for me?” You smiled and sat beside him, already taking the chopsticks and opening the lamen, only to find out it was actually ready.

“Since your date ended earlier than expected, I thought that you might be still hungry.”

“Well, you were right. I’m starving! Thank you for the food~” You started to eat, not caring about Wonwoo watching you.

He watched you eat for a few seconds before looking at his own lamen and eating it as well. The only thing that could be heard was your humming, signaling that you were finding the lamen delicious, and the noise from other clients.

“Hey,” Wonwoo finally broke the silence. “I have a question.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to keep going and ask his question.

“This might be the seventh time I help you to leave a boring date. Why do you still try so hard to go on dates?”

You nodded and placed down the chopsticks, your arms rested on the table as you looked at him with a small and hopeful smile on your face. “Because I still believe in love. I still think there’s a guy out there that is my soulmate, that is the one for me, and if I don’t go after him, I will never find him. You can’t find your soulmate if you don’t go out and meet new people, Wonu.”

“You’re saying like I don’t believe in love.” Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head before eating again.

“And do you believe in love? I never saw you going on dates or trying to pursue someone.”

“I do believe in love and try to pursue the person that I have feelings for, but the person is quite difficult.”

“What?!” You shouted and soon lowered your voice in a whisper. “You like someone and I never knew about it? Who is it?”

Wonwoo ignored you and kept finishing his lamen.

“Jeon Wonwoo, who is it?”

“Guess.”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll delete all the progress you made in that silly game at my place.”

Wonwoo looked at you as if you threatened him to kill his entire family. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You know I would. Now tell me who you like, please~” You pouted and looked at him with shiny eyes.

“I’m looking at them.”

You laughed. “Yah! that’s not fun-“ you stopped laughing and your expression turned into a serious one. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Why would I joke about such a thing?”

You swallowed hard and started to think about your best friend’s words. Everything started to make sense, there was a reason behind all of his romantic yet very subtle gestures that you were only able to see that they were romantic at that moment.

“For how long have you been liking me?”

“For quite a while now. I’ve always tried to look available to you, but you never chose me. I didn’t want to be bold because I don’t know how you feel towards me, so it’s better to have you beside me as my best friend than not having you at all.”

“How could I ever choose you if I never knew you were an option?! Ya-“ you groaned in frustration. “You could've flirted with me or something like that!”

“I did, but in a subtle way.”

“Well, but now I know! What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at you, his eyes held so much love and hope that was almost overwhelming to look at. “What do you want me to do about this?”

“Ask me on a date?”

Wonwoo smiled and cleared his throat. “Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I mean, I guess so. Maybe you’re my soulmate, who knows.” You tried to act cool.

“Great, I’ll think about some good date ideas and I’ll let you choose which one you like the most.” He sighed happily and took your lamen from you, using his chopsticks to eat it and ease the tension. “Wah, why is yours better than mine?”

“Asshole, you ate yours and now want to eat mine?!” You tried to take the lamen away from him, but he didn’t let you and laughed while eating it. You stopped trying and looked at him with a frown. “If you don’t give my lamen back, I won’t go on a date with you.”

Wonwoo’s laughter died and he immediately pushed the lamen to your side. “I- huh.. I’ll buy myself another one then. Wait here.”

You smiled and got back to happily eating it, you glanced at Wonwoo trying to pick a lamen and your smile turned into a grin. You felt your heart getting warmer and you felt a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Maybe your soulmate was right in front of you the entire time, but you were too blind to see it and were looking for affection in all the wrong places, forgetting about the only one that felt like the right one, emotionally and rationally speaking.

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 062 - E-Rank! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: First Date ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ Just say my name || Speedin' to you baby switching lanes ] ¡! ❞

"Jinah, do I look alright?" Jinwoo sighs, seemingly a bit stressed as he tries to fix his unkept hair.

"Nah, you look as stupid as ever" She teases, laughing at her brother who retaliates by pinching her cheek. "Ow, ow!"

She wriggles out of her brother's hold, lightly smacking a throw pillow on his arm, "Ugh, you're just going on a date and you're this nervous? Man, you're hopeless"

"I'm not buying you chicken wing anymore with how insolent you are to you big brother" Jinwoo teases, ruffling up her hair just to piss his little sister off even more.

"Hey, don't be like that" She grits her teeth, pouting at her brother who only smiles innocently as if he does no wrong. "Just don't piss yourself trying to get a girlfriend."

"... And I better not be coming home with mess all over the house" He simply deflects her insult, not entirely sure if even he can keep calm during his first date (but surely he wouldn't get that bad, right) "Do you laundry at the exact hour, I want this place spotless by the time I come back or I'm forcefeeding you salad for the next three weeks."

"What a jerk, taking out his anger on me when he screws up his date"

Her jokes were met with deaf ears as Jinwoo put on his shoes and went out the door.

It took him a total of 7 attempts on asking you out for a date. He was supposed to do the 7th one before his double dungeon raid that actually killed him but backed away last minute because he was too nervous to actually form words.

He doesn't know how he did it this time, but he did and got to ask you out on a date on some stroke of luck that he didn't fumble (well he did a few times) to say it aloud. Actually, he nearly yelled too.

But nobody will talk about it, surely you will forget about his stutters.

Anyway, he fixed his hair again by looking at his reflection on his phone screen before shoving it into his pocket. He waited for a few minutes near the station until he hears the familiar taps of your footsteps coming his way.

As weird as it is, Jinwoo started recognizing footstep patterns ever since he got the system. Though he's only arounf level... 50? He had a ton of upgrades, it's no surprise his senses will pick up on the oddest things.

"Sorry, am I late?" Your soft voice breaks through as he was a bit lost in his train of thoughts.

"Ah, huh? No... No, I just arrived" He pushes himself off of the wall he was resting on, trying his best not to show how flustered he is at the moment. "How about we get lunch first?"

"Sure!" You beam, accepting the hand he was awkwardly holding out.

꒰ .... ꒱

Jinwoo swore to himself he wouldn't be too nervous today, but he ended up biting his own tail with how antsy he was all day. He never went out on a date before, but he wanted today to be the best day for you to some extent.

It's his first date, who would want to screw it up? He could only really wish for the best. But with your adorable expression right now, he could atleas tbe a bit relieved right?

"How cute" You say, looking down on the claw machine holding a bunch of plushies. "They're huge too."

"Well, they look like they are half your size" He said as he looks down on the machine. "It even looks like you"

"Hahah" You softly shove his arm before pointing at a black kitty plush inside. "That one looks like you, now I kinda want it"

"Pfft...." He shakes his head, knowing you're making fun of him since the cat had a rather sleepy look to it's face. "Alright, stay here"

You waited for a little while and he returns with a single token in hand.

"I used to play this game a lot for my little sister when we were kids, I think I can win you that one." Jinwoo says, pretending he absolutely wont use dominator's touch to save time and let you enjoy the plushie sooner than later.

Of course, he keeps a close eye on you as you waited in baited breath as he catches(cheats) to get you the plushie. Well he won. Of course he does. Dominator's touch is surprisingly so handy even outside of combat. (As if he doesnt also use it when he feels too lazy to reach for the the tv remote)

Jinwoo merely hands you the plushie, smiling as if he didn't use dirty tricks.

You wont know anyway, with how cute and bubbly you are right now— You totally don't even realize, so it's fine really. He'll just keep it a secret as he fondly watches you gush over the cute plushie you consider as a mini him.

"I'll name him Jinwoo" You beam proudly, skipping in your steps as Jinwoo himself merely chuckles and shakes his head.

"So I'm a dad now?" He asks as you nod your head. "Hahah."

"Well, it looks like you so?" You only smile, making his heart flutter even ore at the sight of your happy and pretty face nuzzling against the little thing.

"Then Jinwoo jr will be in charge of making sure mom doesn't get any nightmares and keep her pretty little head full of blissful dreams" He gently pokes its tiny nose, deciding to play along with your game. "And you, should be going home now"

"Already?" You pouts as he gently guides you back to the train station. "But I'm having way too much fun"

"I know, but we're both busy tomorrow, so you need a lot of sleep" Jinwoo shook his head, before throwing another smile "I take it you will say yes when I ask you for another date?"

"...."

You ponder for a little while before standing on your feet and kissing his cheek, "That answers your question, right?"

You then turn away to go up the station, leaving the poor hunter frozen on his spot to process what the hell just happened. Jinwoo's heart raced at an impossible speed as the gears in his brain were seemingly put on a screeching halt.

It took him a while to recover but eventually he turns around and silently hums to himself, his fair cheeks dusted with a faint hue of pink as he revels in his victory.

Who was that goddamn ahjussi who said E-ranks cant get into dates and be succesful? He hopes to see that bastard again and throw him a middle finger because that is a total lie.

After all, the unfortunate E-rank him who has nothing much to show has gotten your heart. Isn't that a win?

In a way, he wanted to know too. Will you, who is just a normal person— Accept the him today who has nothing much to show? And today answered his doubts.

Now Jinwoo is completely sure of his decision of falling for you. Since you are here for the him today, he'll make sure the him tomorrow will be at your mercy once he gains the right and capabilities to be an S-ranker.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: a fluffy sung jinwoo fic because I am feeling particularly more in love with him as of late. I'll try to do hsr content I swear heheh.... But for now I hope you are alright with just me gushing over my main hubby woowoo<33. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[redrose10]

Hey, i’m fairly new to this so idk if I‘m doing this correctly but can I make a request for a story? Yoongi is quite shy with affection so how about an angst/fluff oneshot where the reader is very clingy and affectionate but he doesn’t play into it, because he’s shy and shows his love for them in a different way (acts of service, etc.) They’re together and reader feels hurt/grows distant, thinking they’re making him uncomfortable, but it has a fluffy ending. You can do what you want from this, but I just had that in mind for quite some time:)

Thanks for the request. I hope you like it!

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi’s cheeks have magical healing powers, but you feel too guilty to use them.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks

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“Yeah I know they’re driving me crazy any more. They’re always touching me and grabbing me and pulling me in different directions. I think they squeezed my cheeks like twelve times in a span of ten minutes. I know….yeah I know…this was a mistake. I just wish they would back off a little you know. Sometimes I regret ever getting involved with them.”

That conversation you had accidentally overheard your boyfriend having with his brother on the phone haunted you for the last month. Overthinking every little movement became the new normal for you.

Yoongi would come home from work. Normally you would run and jump into his arms peppering kisses all over his cheeks. But as you replayed those moments in your head you realized he rarely ever kissed you back, you would hardly even call it a hug. It was more of a way to hold you there just so you didn’t end up dropping to the floor. So now when he came home you would simply greet him with a smile, maybe a light shoulder squeeze if he seemed in a particularly good mood.

While cooking dinner you always had your arms wrapped around his waist. Sometimes you would talk about your day. Most times you would just sway along to a melody he hummed. Now you were suddenly aware of how he’d flinch every time you snaked your arms around him. He’d stand tense until finally giving in and relaxing under your touch. Now he was standing at the stove tending to a steak so you focused on keeping up with the dishes and setting the table instead of holding him close.

Gone were the days of holding hands. There were no more goodbye kisses. No good morning kisses followed by jokes about your horrible morning breath. No massages, no cuddles, no running your fingers through his hair.

But every morning your coffee was made and your lunch was packed. At night when you got out of the shower your towel had been in the dryer and was neatly folded on the counter and still warm while your pajamas were laid out on the bed. Every Sunday there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. One day you forgot your umbrella at home and of course it started pouring. The office secretary placed it on your desk saying Yoongi dropped it off in a rush so he couldn’t stay to talk, but he still got it there. When you texted Yoongi asking if there were any painkillers in the cabinet for your headache so you knew if you needed to stop on your way home he said there was a bottle. When you got home there was a cup of tea, the painkillers, and your favorite dinner waiting on the kitchen counter, a receipt for the medicine just purchased today was in the trash. But there was still something that didn’t feel quite right between the two of you.

The worst of it was always at night. For the last three years you had been together you had grown accustomed to falling asleep safe and warm and comfy in his arms. It all started a year into your relationship when one night you had a particularly bad panic attack. The first one he had witnessed. Softly he pulled you close against him whispering comforting words while stroking the top of your head. It was the fastest you had ever been able to recover from an attack. Over time the panic attacks slowly subsided. So that became your favorite way to fall asleep. You never really asked him. You just always managed to squeeze your way into his arms. Of course he never fought it. He wasn’t that type of person. Three weeks ago he mentioned getting the best sleep he had in a long time. That was the first night you had forced yourself not to crawl into his arms. You felt guilty for causing him so many restless nights of sleep before that.

Then tonight as you laid in bed facing the opposite way from him you couldn’t help but start to feel terrible about everything. You had been selfish. You knew from the start that Yoongi was not super affectionate in a physical sense. He didn’t mind a kiss here or there or some hand holding to help you get through a crowd, but you were definitely more into physical affection than he was. The more you thought about it you started to feel awful because you had been forcing it on him all these years. Thinking that since you were in a long term relationship that it was okay even if it wasn’t like him.

But it wasn’t okay and judging by the phone call with his brother he was getting tired of it..tired of you.

So you need to apologize…

But what if it’s too late…

What if he’s completely done with you…

He’s going to break up with you…

It’s all your fault…

He hates you…

You ruined this relationship…

The room felt like it was spinning and your heart was beating too fast. You couldn’t catch your breath and you could feel tears begin to fall. You tried to shake the thoughts, but they kept coming and getting more intense. This was normally the time you would snuggle in closer to Yoongi and he would reluctantly squeeze you tight and remind you of your breathing exercises. But he was fast asleep unaware of the turmoil you were going through. Not wanting to wake him you gently scooted out of the bed and headed for the kitchen. But once there it all became too much. You started crying and shaking, hyperventilating. The simple task of warming up some milk all of a sudden seemed like moving mountains. So instead you sat at the kitchen table trying to control your breathing. You focused on the cars driving by on the street below, counting them as they went as a way of distraction.

You were on only on your seventh car when Yoongi walked into the kitchen. His hair ruffled and tshirt loosely hanging off his shoulder. He flipped the switch on the wall and squinted at the bright lights. Silently he got to work warming up a cup of milk. Once it was the perfect temperature he poured it into your favorite mug. It had a picture of a cat playing the piano. It reminded you of Yoongi. You started to cry harder again.

He sat in the chair next to you without saying anything. He took your hands and placed them on his cheeks encouraging you to squish them like your own personal stress balls. One of the very few and very rare things he did to initiate physical touch between you two. He saved it for moments like this when he knew you were really struggling. You told him once that his cheeks had magical powers or something because they always brightened your day.

But for the first time you didn’t follow through on the action. You couldn’t. You cringed thinking about all the times you had made him uncomfortable by doing things like that.

“Y/N, talk to me. Please.”, he whispered setting your hands down, but not letting go.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I’m so sorry for being selfish.”, you sniffled.

He chuckled, “I’m gonna need more of an explanation than that.”

Finally you looked up at him and you could see the tenderness in his eyes, but it was also mixed with fear.

“I’m sorry I’m so annoying. I’m sorry I’m always hanging on you and touching you and squishing your cheeks. I can change. Please give me a chance. Please don’t leave me.”, you cried.

“Y/N”, he sighed, “Is this…Is this why you’ve been so distant lately?”

You nodded feeling another round of tears forming.

Yoongi grabbed your hands pulling you onto his lap, something he’d never done before.

“Y/N, I’m not the most affectionate person. I never have be and even though I try I probably never will be. I prefer to show you how much I love you through words or by my actions. But I know that you are very much a touchy kind of person and that is okay. I love that about you. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have spent the last three years madly in love with you. I look forward to coming home and you running into my arms. Sometimes I’m not sure who is more excited to see me, you or Holly.”, he chuckled, “I love when we cook together and my favorite time is at night when you’re wrapped in my arms and I know that that you’re warm and comfy and safe. I don’t want any of that to change. I don’t want you to change Y/N. I love you just how you are and the last month has been killing me, but I knew you’d either work it out on your own or come to me when you were ready. I didn’t want to rush you.

It was too much to hold off any more and you wrapped your arms around his neck instantly melting into him.

“I’m so sorry Yoongi. I overheard you telling your brother how you were tired of me and you regretted getting together with me and I panicked, but I should’ve talked to you first instead of getting in my head.”

“What? Conversation with my brother? I never said anything about ooohhhhh.”, he said before his eyes widen at the realization. He helped you up and started dragging you to the bedroom, “Don’t worry about that. It will all make sense soon.”

Two weeks later it was your anniversary. You had just walked into the living room expecting to find Yoongi in the kitchen or maybe his studio after not hearing from him for the last few hours, but instead he was in the middle of the room surrounded by roses while down on one knee and with a slightly shaky hand he was holding open a small black velvet box. “Y/N, I love you more than I ever thought possible. I didn’t know love like this could even really exist. I want this forever and ever and ever. I want all the kisses and hugs and affection from you. Will you marry me?”, he asked. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”, you exclaimed bouncing up and down before pulling him up off of the floor and into a kiss. He slipped the ring on your finger watching you admire the sparkle.

“Do you like it?”, he asked and you nodded, “Of course! It’s gorgeous.”

“Good because uh this was what I was talking to my brother about that day.” You looked up at him confused. He continued, “A few months ago I asked my mom for help picking out a ring. She got really excited and wanted to make sure you got the perfect one you deserved so she took me to every single jewelry store she could find and was constantly grabbing me and pulling me to look at different rings. Then she got my Aunt involved and then they got your mom to come along and then your Aunt was there and then they asked your best friend. Next thing I knew I had a whole group of people grabbing me and dragging me all over the stores. One saying look at this one. Then another one saying no get this one. My mom kept squishing my cheeks asking if I was planning to look like a boiled dumpling on my wedding day. It was a lot.”, he sighed, “So that day on the phone I was complaining to my brother about it. He gave me the number to his jeweler and I just bought the ring that way. I couldn’t go to one more store with them. I know they meant well, but I was going to loose it if my cheeks got squished one more time in the middle of a mall somewhere.”

The relief you felt was immense.

“Yeah, but your dumpling cheeks are just so cute though.”, you giggled already happily squishing them together. He feigned annoyance, but when you tried to pull away he quickly grabbed your hands placing them back on his cheeks so you could continue.

“This is the life you’ve chosen.”, you laughed pointing at the ring on your finger.

His smile grew, “Yep, these cheeks are yours forever and ever babe.”

[akawifeyy]

DRIVE YOU CRAZY | fic (CS55)

description: short and sweet — you prank your boyfriend, carlos sainz jr.

tropes: lovers with secrets, he's absolutely obsessed with you, age gap (mid 20s and 30), girlfriend!fem!reader

face claim: none

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: hehehe i just know carlos would be adorable

You rolled over, facing your boyfriend, who was lying on the bed beside you. He was focused on a video that was playing on his phone, accompanied by an obnoxious laugh track. "Carlos," you whined softly.

He looked at you, pausing the reel, concern marring his beautiful features. "¿Sí?"

A half-formed plan embedded itself in your mind, and a small smirk grew on your lips. Carlos hadn't been very attentive to you all evening, which was understandable because of his enormous workload, but you were still frustrated, in more ways than one. And you knew just the way to pay him back.

"I was at the paddock yesterday and..." you huffed, hesitating for dramatic effect, twirling a strand of your hair in mock-agitation. "Don't kill either one of us." Carlos's eyebrows shot up like twin rockets shooting to space. "Uh, Lando asked me out on a date."

Carlos' face shuttered, his jaw clenching and his eyes turning into flint. "Lando asked you out..." he said, testing the words out and uttering them like they were poisonous. "Even though he knows you're in a relationship with me? Why? What did you say?" His questions were slow, betrayal and hurt shining through his words.

You averted your gaze, heat flooding your cheeks as you fidgeted with your fingers. "I don't know. I just thought it might be nice to see how other guys are, because I've only ever been with you."

"So you want to be with Lando?" Carlos laughed derisively. "Mi amor, he's been with so many women. He won't make you feel special, not like I do."

You shrugged one shoulder, feigning nonchalance. "At least he has experience."

"Princesa, why are you telling me this? Do I not pamper you enough?" Carlos pouted, confused. "I bought you that necklace you wanted, and as many books as you could wish for. What am I doing wrong? Why do you want to go to another man?"

The whole time you were holding onto the prank, adding more fuel to the fire, guilt had been building up in your stomach. Unable to hold it back any longer, you blurted, "This was a prank. I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Carlos made a choking sound, his eyes widening. "You were joking? ¿Qué carajo? Why would you do that?"

"I know it was a horrible thing for me to do, I just feel super neglected," you confessed, shame sucker-punching you in the gut. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Carlos shoved off the bedsheet covers, suddenly stalking to the other side of the room. "I need space."

"What?" Horror sunk its claws into you, flooding with you with fear.

"I thought I lost you, princesa. To Lando, of all people. My best friend." Carlos winced, his pain evident. "You're the love of my life. I thought you didn't want me anymore and... I..."

You covered your mouth with your hands. "I'm really sorry. I do want you." You got up from where you were lying, walking to Carlos with shaky feet, and tugging him to your level so you could kiss him. "I love you, Carlos."

"Mhm," he murmured, deepening the kiss, all anger dissipated at the first second of your touch.

"I mean it. I won't ever abandon you, not for anyone or anything."

"Good. Somos solo tu y yo, por el infinito."

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

I Wanna Be (Your Underwear)

February Prompt: Love | Song: (I Wanna Be) Your Underwear by Bryan Adams | Word Count: 1609 | Rating: M | CW: Sexual Content | Tags: Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Lives, And Is A Weirdo, That's Okay, Steve's Weird Too, Happy (Horny) Boys in Love

Inspiration song here on Spotify.

"Eddie."

Eddie's eyes trail up Steve's body until he gets to his face, stalling on his mouth for a few seconds, but then they go right back down again. He's staring. And he's aware he's doing it. He is. 

But. 

He can't be blamed. That's Steve Harrington. Right in his bedroom. Getting dressed. Pulling his briefs up his damp, hairy thighs.

"I wanna be your underwear," Eddie blurts out at top volume, and Steve's hands still momentarily. But then he laughs, because Steve always laughs, no matter what absurd thing comes out of Eddie's mouth when Eddie has eyes laid on him.

He's Steve Harrington, for god's sake. Eddie can't be blamed for getting kinda stupid in his presence, now can he?

Right now, Steve's smiling as he's tucking his soft dick into his underwear. They're blue, and Eddie wants to suck the head of his cock through them, even if they just finished. He definitely wants to be the stretchy fabric, clinging to all Steve's hidden places. Being constantly tickled by his pubic hair. 

Yeah, he wants to be Steve's underwear.

He wants to be everything when it comes to Steve.

Hell, last week Eddie told him he wanted to be the itch that he scratches. 

"Like chicken pox?" Steve had questioned, giggling. He's not fazed by Eddie's weird, because he's weird, too. Just a different color of weird. Complementary, though. Like orange and blue. Meant to be next to each other.

So, yeah. Eddie feels like chicken pox might be damn perfect imagery on how he's contagiously spread himself all over Steve's life, and body. Or something. 

"I wanna be your motorcycle, take you for a ride," Steve banters back, voice going upwards in a lilt, like he isn't sure he's doing this right, but Eddie flops back into his pillows, absolutely delighted he's playing along. Eddie doesn't have a motorcycle, but wishes he did.

Come to think of it, he does have something else Steve could ride, though.

"Yes, take me for a ride, Harrington," Eddie says, running his hands up and down his scarred chest, before settling over his cock. Fingertips brushing his pubes as he strokes himself. He's soft, and is gonna stay that way for at least a few more minutes, but he's not self-conscious. Not around Steve. Steve's got a dick that needs time to bounce back to attention, too. And, well, Steve's scarred just like he is, their matching souvenirs from the bats. Not his first choice, of course, but there's no reason to dwell on it. Not if they can be naked instead.

Steve just chuckles and shakes his head, pulling the two sides of his jeans together.

"I think I just did," Steve says, pushing the button through the hole, zipping the zipper, and letting his shirt fall down.

"Booooo!" Eddie boos, honest to god, boos. He had a pretty good view before that act of treason.

Steve just grins, "Boo yourself."

Then he leans down and brushes a brief kiss against Eddie's lips, "I'll be back. Stay weird, weirdo."

And Eddie smiles. Like he could do anything else.

Eddie bangs in the front door, kicking off his boots in a rush, because Steve's car was still out front, so that means he needs to lay eyes on him immediately. Eddie had to work all night, and wasn't sure their paths were going to cross this morning.

But as luck would have it.

Eddie slides to a stop in front of the open bathroom door in his socks, where Steve is standing at the sink, preparing to shave.

"I wanna be the razor when you shave," Eddie announces, and Steve glances over. He's already got a face-full of shaving cream, razor at the ready.

Steve turns and hops up onto the vanity, and then holds the razor out. An offer. Steve Harrington trusts him to take a blade to his neck. 

He trusts Eddie with a lot these days. 

So, Eddie shaves Steve's stubble down to the skin, until he's smooth as butter.

Shaving cream remnants wiped away, Eddie runs his tongue up Steve's neck, over his jaw, and then uses his front teeth to drag against his skin on the way back down.

Steve's got his palm flat against the middle of Eddie's back, egging him on, and Eddie feels more unhinged than usual. 

He needs him. He wants him.

He has him. 

Eddie's eyes can't look away. Steve's putting ChapStick on. Just the original, black tube ChapStick, but it still gets Eddie going. Following the motion of his hand as he circles his lips once, twice. A third time.

"I wanna be your lipstick, when you lick it," Eddie says, and Steve quirks an eyebrow, and Eddie wonders if he's gonna react to this one. But he doesn't. Just smirks. Pocketing the tube. That's it. That's all.

But when he comes to bed later that night, he's got bright red lipstick on his lips and Eddie nearly comes at the sight alone. God, his lips are pretty.

Then, Steve ups the ante by licking his lips.

And Eddie groans, making grabby hands at the air, beckoning Steve to him. He needs him. Now. Steve comes closer, crawling across the bed on his hands and knees until he presses his mouth to Eddie's and slides their lips together. Eddie's never kissed anyone wearing lipstick before, he's realized, and it's waxy and kind of smelly.

Honestly? It doesn't taste great. It's no better than ChapStick. Maybe even worse. He was expecting something more sweet and fruity. 

Doesn't matter.

This is still awesome. It's on Steve's lips, and now his own, and Steve's hand is down in Eddie's boxers, jacking him off as he kisses him. Red lipstick being smeared back and forth between them.

Fuck. Maybe Steve will put those red lips around his dick, and smear it there, too.

Now, that's an idea.

After, the lipstick is rubbed all over both of their faces, and yeah, up and down Eddie's cock. Eddie wouldn't change it for anything.

He crawls back in bed.

Steve hooks a leg over his hip and says, "I wanna be the tattoo on your skin," fingertips brushing over the demon on Eddie's chest, and Eddie grins. 

He could make that happen. Definitely.

"This is a bad idea," Jeff says. 

"No shit," Gareth chimes in. 

"Just hold still," Goodie says, and presses the tattoo needle into Eddie's hip. They debated on what it should be, but half the suggestions Eddie requested were shot down by Goodie, without just cause. Okay, not totally without just cause. Goodie probably couldn't do a portrait of Steve's face. 

So, Eddie's getting an axe. An outline of an axe, since that's the extent of the art Goodie was comfortable attempting. 

Eddie conceded. He'd rather get a passable outline of an axe than a bad portrait of Steve's pretty face. No question. 

Steve had just laughed, and carefully avoided bumping against the fresh tattoo when they fucked. 

Now, Steve is putting on his sunglasses, and it's nothing. Truly. 

But. 

"I wanna be your sunglasses, hey good lookin'," Eddie flirts. Can't help himself.

Steve rolls his eyes. Well, Eddie imagines he does. He can't exactly see his eyes through the lenses. 

"Stay home," Eddie wheedles. Steve can't stay home, but it's a nice thought. 

Steve just winks, and gives him a little waggle of his fingers, then is gone for the day.

Steve's standing at the kitchen sink, downing a glass of water, sweaty after his run. Eddie doesn't understand running unless you're being chased by an angry mob of townsfolk, or, you know, bats, but he does like what Steve looks like after, so he'll never let a peep of complaint pass his lips.

Not when Steve looks like that. Shirt clinging to his skin, patches darkened patches with sweat. Eddie wants to shove his nose against it. Breathe deep.

"I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet," Eddie announces, and Steve just keeps drinking.

"I wanna be the shower when you sweat," Eddie adds, and Steve gives him a thumbs up, and once the glass is drained, he puts it down by the sink, fists the front of Eddie's t-shirt in his hand, twisting, reeling Eddie in closer as he drags him down the hall towards the bathroom.

"That can be arranged," Steve says, pulling him into the bathroom behind him, kicking the door closed behind them.

Squeaky clean from their shower, with his hair still damp and wild, Steve's sprawled out on their bed, facedown, ass up. He's gorgeous. Miles of tan skin, scars and moles. Eddie just stares and stares. 

He can do that. He can stare at Steve Harrington. He can say lewd, off the wall things, and then touch him.

It's pretty goddamn amazing.

"What?" Steve finally asks, turning his face to the side on his pillow so he can see Eddie.

"I wanna be your sweet love, when you make it," he says, and Steve chuckles, but Eddie swallows, thickly. He's serious. Tonight, he's dead fucking serious, because he loves Steve Harrington. Everything about him.

Every last inch.

He's not taken for granted a minute they've spent building a life together, after the dust had settled over Hawkins.

Because Eddie's happy in a way he never imagined he ever could be, and Steve Harrington gets all the credit.

"I wanna be the one that really makes you scream," Eddie says quietly, with reverence. It's not funny. Not now. 

Except it is, because Steve grins, and flexes his ass, saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on and try, big boy."

Spell broken, Eddie laughs, and pounces.

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Notes: Each of the "I wanna be" tidbits are from the lyrics of the chosen song. It just felt so oddly Eddie, that I couldn't resist. Team he needs to be weirder, checking in. (And I swapped the parentheses location in the title from where it is the song title, because that felt more accurate for the fic? I don't know.)

[teyrnacousland]

I'm going to ramble to myself about Cassia for way too long now, okay, this is mostly for me. I tried to do it in tags out of everyone's way and learned there's a limit to how many tags you can have.

As someone who also chose to make my Mercar an Altus mage (or rather, chose to make the Altus mage I made for DA4 back in like 2018 a Mercar) I want to ramble about my thoughts about Cassia specifically.

It's definitely not just about being a saviour for Cassia. It's kind of more about realizing that EVERYONE is making a choice whether they acknowledge it or not. (You can't just not make a choice about activism or politics. Ignoring it IS a choice. Whether you like what that aligns you with or not, that's what choosing not to care means.)

For Cassia she was put in a position where she had to face that choice and actively make it one way or another. She could either keep her head down and play her role as an oppressor, or give that and the luxuries it comes with up to try for a world where no one is forced into the role of either victim or perpetrator. (Which is not at all me trying to say 'Cassia is a victim here too' or anything, just that oppressive societies aren't good for almost everyone in them. And that being a bystander is always a choice.)

When I made Cassia I was thinking how far does bystander effect go in the context of societal things like Tevinter, and at what point do you break out of it and how. Cassia isn't One Of The Good Ones. She's not Not Like Other Magisters. She's exactly like everyone else. She is a member of the crowd and she's moved with it her whole life. And I don't believe most people in any given crowd are cruel. Active cruelty, or even apathy, is not why most people allow suffering. I don't think we're naturally all just selfish. I think selfishness is just like, a stress response. Self-preservation.

Cassia is only special in that she was forced into a situation that she realized meant she had to actively decide to either be cruel or Not Do That, and because someone directly offered her another path with the Shadows (Which is how Ashur got involved in her story.)

The biggest thing that breaks people out of that mindset is being directly asked to help, and also seeing someone else help. People are more likely to help others help than to start helping someone themselves. Cassia would never have started a resistance group herself. She might not have even sought them out and joined herself. But she's given an option to help and she chooses to take it.

Basically, Cassia becomes a Shadow Dragon because she doesn't want to fill her role in Tevinter society either, even though her role was better than others. It's not something she wanted for herself, or the world she lives in.

Her being ace and bi also has a role in it, too. She could just hide her bisexuality and ignore her asexuality and she could play her role in society as an Altus mage woman. She could get straight married and have sex and have children. That's her only option in Tevinter. To stay in the closet and do things she doesn't want to do. Forever.

I also have decided that I now like that the Shadow Dragons are led by ruling class Altus mages, actually. My first reaction was wishing the organization was more run by the people for the people kind of thing, like a community organization vs a saviours from on high thing. But this makes them messy. All the other factions are messed up in some way, this is the Shadow Dragons mess. It'd be neat if they explored that more in the game itself, because the line up there about a bunch of Altus mages telling Nazri they're Revolutioning wrong is so interesting and good.

As for why, for Dorian specifically, I think he's similar to Cassia. Once he became aware that it's a choice, he made one.

The specific DAI line that stands out to me is the banter where Solas tells him something like "if you were truly sorry you'd free every slave in Tevinter". His initial response is "I don't know that I can do that" (which is kind of where he's been at for most of his life. It is how it is, even if I don't like some of it, I certainly can't change it) and Solas responds "then how sorry are you?"

And I think he took that one to heart. He can either go back to Tevinter and decide/admit that he doesn't care, and just go back to complaining about things and not doing anything about it. Or he has to care (which he does, he's a very empathetic person) and do something. So he did! Not to be a saviour or a hero, but because he loves Tevinter, and there's a better Tevinter in his head, for him and everyone else, and it's worth it to at least try and make it happen.

I keep harping on this but the Shadow Dragon's rebuke of rook when rook is a shadow dragon who picked treviso is so like. whole and unending. you save viper from the venatori and he talks about the shadow dragons like you aren't one of them anymore. you dont see tarquin or dorian or mae again until the end of the game. the companions say "it must be hard for the shadow dragons in minrathous" to you. neve says "I don't expect you to show up for dock town, rook" and it hurts because nobody else does either. nobody else WANTS you to anymore. but they'll take what you give them!

[elllisaaa]

SUPER FREAKY BOY - P. SEONGHWA

KINKTOBER DAY 27 - BITING

SUMMARY : you never knew about your boyfriend biting kink until wooyoung revealed it in one of their videos. quickly, an idea emerges in your mind and you decide to make his fantasy come true.

-> pairing : bf!seonghwa x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.5k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!seonghwa x soft dom!reader, biting kink, marking, teasing, dirty talk, use of 'good boy', blowjob, cum eating

+ the way i'm depicting seonghwa does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | ateez masterlist | kinktober 2024

Seonghwa had been nothing but the perfect boyfriend since you started dating. Your relationship was still fairly new, and the fact that you had to keep it a secret for the most part because of his job as an idol made it more complicated to spend some quality time together but he always made time for you. That being said, neither of you had wanted to wait for too long until you got intimate with each other. You loved him, and he loved you, so there was nothing wrong in sleeping with each other within weeks of dating. 

And the way he made sure to take care of you, to make you feel loved and appreciated every time was really pleasurable. However, you were still discovering things about each other, in and out of the bedroom. And you were only starting to experiment a little with what both of you liked. So you weren’t surprised to learn that he had some kinks that he didn’t talk about with you yet. What surprised you a little bit more was the way you learned about it. 

You would’ve never expected Wooyoung to be the one making you aware of your boyfriend’s biting kink. The way he said it so nonchalantly - and on camera - that Seonghwa loved it when the other members were playfully biting him. You weren’t even mad about the fact that you learned it that way, or that the whole world knew about it too now, you were just glad to be aware, and to be able to fulfill his wishes. 

“- I’m home, sweetheart.”

Your smile had a hint of playfulness as you walked to the entrance of your apartment to welcome your boyfriend. He had some schedules in Japan for the past few days, and you hadn’t seen each other for almost a week which was the ideal occasion for you to perfect your plan. You engulfed Seonghwa in a hug and he held you close against him for a moment. All nasty thoughts aside, you had truly missed him and your heart beat faster when he leaned down to give you one of his sweet kisses that made your head spin with love. 

“- I cooked dinner for you my love, you just have to sit down and let me take care of you.

- Have I already told you that you’re perfect ?

- Every day.”

You both giggled as you went to warm up what you made, all while Seonghwa set up the table and told you about what happened in Japan. You didn’t mention your discovery, not even when you were all cuddled up on the couch, watching one of the romantic movies your boyfriend loved so much. And if usually, you were happy to watch them with him, tonight, you were focused on something else. 

You slowly moved to bury your head in the crook of his neck, acting like you were tired when truly, you had other things in mind. You started by softly kissing his neck, smiling against his skin as he sighed and relaxed more against you. His hands came up to play with your hair, not knowing what you had in mind at all. And when he least expected it, you gently bit down on his skin, making it look like you were playfully teasing him when truly you were testing his reactions. Seonghwa tensed up but he didn’t push you away. So you left another bite mark, going a little harder this time. And this time, Seonghwa couldn’t hold back a little whimper at your action. 

“- What are you doing, sweetheart ? 

- Don’t you like that ?”

You teasingly bit on his neck again, right under his jaw this time and Seonghwa’s hold around your waist strengthened, and he couldn’t pretend that you weren’t right when his body was reacting for him. 

“- I do…”

Seonghwa didn’t even have the mind to ask you how you figured it out, or if it meant that you liked it too because he could already feel himself melt under your gentle bites. You climbed up on top of him to get a better access to his neck. From then on, you didn’t let him breathe, didn’t let him keep his sounds for himself because he truly sounded so good when you were making him feel great. 

“- You’re so freaky, my love… Didn’t expect that from you…”

You whispered with a provocative tone as you pushed down the collar of his shirt to get a glimpse of his collarbones. You bent down to be able to kiss them, lick them and finally bite down on them. Seonghwa closed his eyes as he let out a small, airy moan, his thoughts already drifting away. You were so perfect, so made for him it was making his head spin with love and want. 

“- I’m not a freak…

- But you love it when I do that, don’t you ?”

And you bit down on his skin again, this time close to his Adam’s apple that bobbed up as he gulped down, biting on his own lip to not let out another sound that would give away just how much he liked this. But you knew him too well, and you could tell that he was too turned on to be coherent. It was so easy to have him whipped like this, and you liked this side of him so much. You smirked when you saw the pout on his lips as you detached yourself from his neck, his skin already having purple marks blossoming all over. You didn’t expect it to turn you on too, but visually having proof that he was yours made you wet. 

“- Admit it. You love it.”

You moved to be able to kneel in between his legs and you pushed his sweats and his underwear out of the way. His cock was already hard and leaking precum - just another hint that he was enjoying this a little too much. Without waiting for his answer, you started to kiss the inside of his thighs. And just like you did with his neck, you switched to licking, and then biting down on the plush skin. First, it was tender and almost gentle. And when you heard Seomghwa’s noises getting louder, you switched to harsher bites, leaving a deeper mark behind you as you slowly made your way to his dick. But you stopped right before you could reach it, tilting your head to the side and looking up at him with a daring gaze. 

“- Say it. Say that you like it when I bite you and I’ll help you.”

Seonghwa avoided your eyes, his cheeks a deep shade of red and his chest heaving to the rhythm of his rapid breathing. He didn’t know why he was so shy to admit it when you already knew it, when you already indulged in it, when you had made him felt so good he could’ve cummed just from your teeth sinking into his skin. But this had always been his dirty secret - hiding his moans and pleas when one of his exes accidentally bit him, and wishing they would do it again, with intent this time. And here you were, diligently nipping at the skin of his inner thighs as you looked up at him with adoration in your eyes. Oh, he was gonna marry you. Very soon.

“- Shit… I love it so much sweetheart…

- Good boy.”

The nickname was new too, but Seonghwa realized that he didn’t hate it as you started to lick his cock up and down. No, he even loved it, the words making some unknown feeling swarm in his chest, and he was already dying to hear you call him that again. What had you made of him ? But you weren’t aware of his inner turmoil, too focused on slowly sliding his whole member into your mouth. You gaged as you finally managed to take him completely. 

And Seonghwa seemed so gone, eyes closed shut and one of his hands slapped on his mouth to stop any noise from coming through. That was something you were still working on making him accept - that you loved to hear his moans and all the sounds he was making. You lazily started to suck around him, moving your head up and down at a slow pace that you knew he liked a lot. You took your time to lick at the underside of his dick and to kitten lick his tip now glistening with a mix of precum and saliva. 

“- You’re too good at this…”

His voice was strained, and his words came out almost choked, mumbled in between two whimpers. The slight pain from all your bite marks was starting to get to him, and the thrill of it made him throb inside of your mouth. Maybe you were right. Maybe he was freaky for liking that. But damn, with the way you were swallowing his cum like you were made for it with a smile on your face, you were definitely just as freaky.

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the cut that always bleeds

what happens to him after you tell him you want to take a break? And does he convince you otherwise?

featuring: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami (post wc), Chigiri, Nagi, Reo, Shidou

an: inspired by The Cut That Always Bleeds by Conan Gray. CHIGIRIS IS SO BAD IDK WHY, HES TOO PERFECT I CANT DO ANYTHING. (could you tell I got lazy at the end)

But even though you’re killing me !

Rin

Rin began playing soccer because of his elder brother, and he keeps playing soccer because of his older brother, but this time the motive is revenge. You guys probably broke up because his obsession with beating Sae and Isagi was so intense. The constant distance and miscommunication because of how long he would practice, you slowly fade into the background of his life. Day after day, it was like you were begging for him to even spare you any attention. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you called for a break. He cared, correction, cares. He still loves you, so much. And he hates himself for letting you go, even for a little bit.

I need you like the air I breathe !

Nagi, Isagi

Nagi

Nagi never thought he’d ever be with anyone, mainly because it was a hassle and that no one would really want to deal with the laziness. During the time of your relationship, you would be doing all of the work. Cleaning up, making sure he ate, making sure he bathed himself. It felt like a never ending chore. He tried for you, he really did. He’d try to do what he could, but he could never find the energy to do so. The relationship felt one sided to say the least, even though it wasn’t, he truly cared. The break was… rough for him. He mustered the energy to beg you to stay, but it wasn’t enough. You said that he didn’t love you, but to him, loving you came as easy as breathing.

Isagi

Isagi is a kind boy, he’d never hurt you on purpose, but alas here we are. You knew soccer would always be his top priority, his first love, you didn’t know it would be the cause for your demise. Though he’d spend time with you, it always felt like he was somewhere else, in his head. On the unfortunate day prior to when you brought up the concern, his practice didn’t go well. He didn’t mean to snap, he’d never do that to you. He stayed up all night waiting at your door. When you opened it the morning after, you were met with him sleeping on the floor. The guilt was overbearing but to prioritized yourself, he agreed to go on a break with him for a bit. In the end you did get back together, he treasured you like no other. He loved you like oxygen.

I need you more than me !

Reo, Bachira

Reo

Reo loves you more than anything. He treated you well, divided his time equally for his career and for you. So what’s the catch? His status, his family. You grew up a normal person, not too much not too little, you were humble and kind. That’s what he loved about you, unlike all the other rich girls his parents would set him up with. Going against his parent’s wishes came with consequences. Every event, every dinner, every meeting, they would disrespect you. The worst part? He couldn’t even do anything. He’d try to defend you, but it would get shot down instantly. You gave up, you were tired of it. Every little comment, his father telling him to marry a proper woman, his mother talking about some pretty rich girl who is top of her class and wants to meet him. As soon as you brought up the issue, he went to his parents and told them off. It didn’t work though, but he tried. You told him that the both of you needed a break. He flipped out. He was willing to cut off communication with his parents, or even give them an ultimatum. He needed you more than he needed himself, more than his connections and relationships. It’s safe to say that break never happened.

Bachira

Bachira is a playful soul, he was childish and sweet. Growing up being bullied takes a toll on one’s self esteem though, even though he’d never say it. He’d cling to you like a child, he’d go everywhere with you, following you around like a lost puppy. At first it was sweet, he loved you so much and it was obvious that he did. Over time, he’d become a bit possessive. It wasn’t on purpose, he’d prevent you from hanging out with certain friends, he’d want you to stay with him all the time. When you broke it off with him, he’d show up at your door with flowers, candy, a random Knick-knack that reminded him of you. He loved you more than he loved himself, and it broke your heart to see him this way, but you told him it wasn’t the end. You told him to focus on himself, protect his own peace and learn to love his own self before loving another.

I need you more than anything !

Kunigami, Chigiri, Shidou

Kunigami

Kunigami was your boyfriend before he went to blue lock. Your relationship was perfect, he was perfect. When he got selected for the Blue Lock project, you were so excited for him. Your boy was going to make his career that he deserved. Imagine your surprise when your kind and sweet boy with bright eyes comes back completely changed. He didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, the light in his eyes was gone. Everytime you tried to make him smile, it just didn’t work. His face would look stoic and unfazed. You were considering bringing up a break, but you knew that he needed support more than anything. He needed someone to rely on. One night while watching a movie, you finally asked him what had happened in that facility. You saw his face pale and his demeanor shift entirely but he gave you a dry answer and moved on. Moments later, you cuddled into his side while caressing the side of his head. Confused at the sudden affection, he asked what happened. You smiled while replying with “I figured you needed one.” There it was, the bread winning smile you wanted to see so badly. As soon as you thought things were going well, he call you over to tell you he wanted a break. He said that in his current state of mind, he couldn’t bring himself to love you like you deserved. He promised to come back to you, and to love you with all he had.

Chigiri

Though Chigiri wasn’t as sensitive towards his injury, there were moments that he’d get so jittery that he’d lash out horrifically. You were an understanding and supportive partner, and he’d never hurt you (EMOTIONALLY) on purpose. It had been a while now that you felt pushed aside when it came to his soccer career, but you cared for him and his dreams you stayed put. One day, during a game, he pulled a muscle in his leg. He went nearly insane, praying that it wasn’t going to render him injured. When he went home that day, he was cleared, it wasn’t a severe injury but the mental repercussions did immense damage. You congratulated him on the win, telling him how proud you were of him. He completely ignored you. When asked what was wrong, he lashed out. “Why are you always nagging me?!” Uh woah? You were so confused, you were just expressing concern for him. “I don’t need your pity or your concerns, just leave me alone.” So you did, and he didn’t like it. You didn’t bother him, didn’t speak to him and didn’t look at him for almost a week before he finally broke the silence. “Why are you ignoring me?” You gave him the nastiest look before replying with, “didn’t you want that?” He looked down in embarrassment, because he did say that not too long ago. That’s when you suggested a bit of time away from each other to focus on oneself. He didn’t like that idea but he understood, and he promised to wait for you. (He’d wait a thousand lifetimes if it meant he could be with you).

Shidou

I have this feeling Shidou had some internal complex with his own personality. He knows he is a lot, unapologetically so, but he just wants to be loved and appreciated for who he is. You gave him that, you matched his energy, you laughed at his stupid jokes. You were are perfect for him. Everything was perfect with you two until you noticed his… unique closeness with a specific someone. That someone being none other than, Sae Itoshi. It felt silly to feel uncomfortable about it, so you kept it to yourself. It wasn’t until he began spending more and more time with Sae, that you said something. He brushed it off, saying that they’re just good friends and it’s all in good fun. This was a constant in your relationship. No matter how much you expressed how uncomfortable it made you, he kept acting the same way with Sae. You decided to take a break, not permanently, but just long enough so you can have time to self soothe and he can spend all the time with Sae he wants. When you suggested it, to say he went crazy is an understatement. He asked maybe a million questions. “Did I do something wrong? Is this about Sae? Are you breaking up with me?” You urged him to relax, emphasizing that this was in fact temporary. You told him this was just a for-the-time-being matter and that you will come back for him. The defeated look on his face could fill you with enough guilt to fit into maybe a thousand barrels. You told him that your story together wasn’t over, there was still so much that the two of you have to do together, to just wait and see.

xoxo, august

[miinaaa-s]

Yandere!Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Tw : obsessional

Summary : When you and Hajime we're in highschool you got pregnant. Now you're two adults who share an past relationship and a kids. But for Hajime, you still his and only his.

( nda : yesterday I dyed my hair to be blonde, I woke up I'm a redhead )

The city lit up under the twilight sky. [Y/N] was in her kitchen, preparing dinner, all the while stealing glances at the clock on the wall. 6:00 PM.

She crouched down to tie the shoelaces of her son, Kaito, a five-year-old boy who looked a lot like her, but who had the same piercing eyes as Iwaizumi.

— “Are you sure you want to take that many toys from Daddy?” she asked, laughing softly.

— “Yes! Daddy will play with me, he promised!”

His smile was bright, carefree.

She wished she could say the same.

For a few weeks now, she had felt that something was wrong with Iwaizumi. His behavior, his more intense gaze, the way he stared at her longer than necessary when she entrusted their son to him.

But she had brushed her worries aside.

Until today.

There was a loud knock at the door.

She jumped. 6:03 PM.

Too early. Much too early.

A shiver ran down her spine.

— “Mom?” Kaito asked, looking up at her.

She gently placed a hand on his head.

— “It must be Dad… Go get your bag, okay?”

He nodded and ran into his room.

She took a deep breath before opening the door.

She was short of air for a split second.

Iwaizumi Hajime was there, standing in the doorway, his fists clenched and his gaze stormy.

— “A date, huh?”

His voice was low, serious.

She felt a cold sweat run down her back.

— “Hajime… Why are you here so early?”

He entered without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him with a sharp gesture.

— “Why did you ask me to come earlier, instead?”

His gaze burned hers.

— “What’s his name?”

— “Huh?”

— “The guy you’re planning to see.”

She felt her heart race.

— “Hajime… It’s not…”

— “It’s none of your business. Is that what you were going to say?”

He laughed, a nervous laugh, as if he had just heard the worst bullshit of his life.

— “Everything’s my business when it comes to you, [Y/N].

He took a step forward.

— “Do you really think I’m going to let you live your life with another guy?”

— “We’re not together anymore, Hajime.”

She tried to keep her voice calm.

But he didn’t move, his gaze sliding slowly over her body, his expression hardening.

— “Do you want me to tell you something?”

His voice was softer, but his gaze…

He was dangerously fixed.

— “I let you go once. I didn’t like it.”

His fingers brushed her cheek, and she jumped.

— “I couldn’t stand to see you walk away.”

He looked down at her wrist and squeezed it gently between his fingers.

— “But you know what I understood, my love?”

She swallowed hard.

— “That I should never have let you go.”

His smile was icy.

— “And this time, I won’t make the same mistake.”

[toxictransrobot]

Personally I think proof that New Vegas had the capabilities to ascend "beyond" the clutches of the FO3 engine is the entirety of the Dead Money DLC.

Its atmosphere is impeccable, it isn't afraid to be downright unfair and recontextualizes the combat the engine gives you in a way I think is neat (especially when you go in at an early level!). The same goes for the crafting in that DLC, because all of your items got yanked away from you, you give that much closer attention to the world around you, letting you take everything in better.

The way every Companion is AMAZINGLY written, which tbf has been the case for some of them in the base game too! However unlike the base game, the Difficulty of the DLC + the really good bonuses /abilities every companion gives you means that you are way more invested in them, letting you take in their writing a lot more!

(This is something FO1/2 did too, just by having combat be a nightmare and more turns on your side be a MASSIVE improvement you feel much closer to everyone you recruit! Having the "gameplay" and "story" this intertwined is imo very very important.)

The Map design is amazing too, with a hub and clear signs letting you explore without needing the god forsaken compass telling you where to go (the base game tried tackling this too but I think it didn't succeed as well)

It all flows so well together, I wish the entire game was like that, it is a miracle that it works as well as it does,,,

I have never tried playing the DLC in the hardcore mode and now I wonder what it would be like.

I do agree with @stylo-90 that New Vegas is a very far cry from FO1/2 but maybe give Dead Money a try! You might be suprised, though do go there with a low level, otherwise it gets ruined in a very similar way to the rest of the game.

IMO, the biggest videogame opinion red flag is something being unfavourably compared to “unmodded skyrim”. i agree with the baseline assertion that Skyrim is a bad & boring videogame, but i think it’s laughable to say these problems could be solved though modding. sure, you can mitigate how uninteresting and broken Skyrim is, but the issue isn’t just the content, the entire framework & engine is the sloppiest, sludgiest, mushiest take on an open world fantasy rpg i can even imagine. the entirety of every system in Skyrim would have to be thrown out to make it worth playing

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Got more silly thoughts for the how I killed your mother au :3 hope ya don't mind

Since they've mentioned that Megatron is more likely to be imprisoned in this au, I can imagine that at the beginning. Tronus is not allowed to to see Megatron few times, far too little; despite his distress. After all— his carrier just died whatever the thing is in his chest is telling him to priorize returning the energon flow.

Elita, B-127, and the High Gaurd take care of the young prime the most during this time- especially Elita and B-127, with B-127 doing his best to cheer up the child in a body that isn't really who he is; Elita doing her best to guide and protect Tronus. She won't put it past mechs to attempt using Tronus for their own selfish gain, a puppet leader. LOOKING AT THE MATRIX

They both saw Megatron let go of Orion's servo on purpose, they didn't hear the argument but saw the after math. Megatron is the main reason this is happening. Where the situation was dire enough that a sparkling had to be chosen, a child soldier mere days old. A Prime.

Megatron easily threw Orion away, to possibly do that to their own sparkling a prime that Megatron/D-16 swore to never follow again?

If Elita had the choice, she wouldn't have let Megatron see Tronus ever again if Tronus didn't cry for comfort after returning the energon. Primus, Elita barely trusts the High Gaurd even less now since they encouraged the destructive one bot over another mentality onto Megatron. Even if they now seem remorseful for Tronus, the seekers especially, it doesn't erase the fact they took part in it.

But with a tired sigh; she guides Orion's child to the prison cell. B-127's energy enough to placate Tronus. Elita is in front, her optics on Megatron's curled back.

MORE TRONUS PRIME DOODLES NEHEHE

No you are so right, Elita would not want Tronus to see Megatron ever again. But he asked so nicely. He gave the energon back like the Matrix forced asked him to do. Can he please see his sire?

Even though Sire does not wish to see his son at all. He looks too much like Orion, what he could of had if he didn't drop Orion, but he did drop Orion, How stupid of him to drop Orion. Now he has to deal with this thing, This parasite calming to be his son. I think it takes a while for Megatron to understand that Tronus is really his son, and hat he killed Orion, who was housing his son. He wishes to kill the Matrix, rip it out of his sons spark and throw it away. Bu at the same time he can't what would happen if he touches it. Would it retaliate? Would it use his sons body to keep itself safe? What a monster to do to a child. His child. He sometimes feels like orion is standing right next to him, he reaches out, but it goes away when that thing approches. Could he be going crazy? maybe. But hey at least he can see his son, and not look at Elita who is glaring at him ever time Tronus comes to see him. Also Bee trying to give Tronus's childhood back, as much as he could, it works somewhat. Tronus loves the little tv shows he's introduced with. the matrix allows him to be childish, but when fun time is over Tronus prime must come back out to play,

[sunflowersonatas]

WITH ALL MY LOVE: ONESHOT

JAMES POTTER X F!READER / FLUFFFFFF, MINOR ANGST

summary: on a quiet Christmas Eve, old love letters resurface, revealing the unspoken words and unwavering devotion of years past. as memories unfold and long-hidden emotions come to light, a love story once written in ink is now fully realized in the warmth of the present.

a/n: omg guys i've been so creatively inspired recently idk what happened but i've been writing like crazy. had this idea today and once i started i couldn't stop. barely edited so no judgement okay. hope you enjoy, xoxo. sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 4075

With All My Love

It’s a cozy evening in Godric’s Hollow– only the gentle sounds of snowfall on Christmas Eve. Holiday lights are strung around the house, the tree shimmers with multicolored tinsel, littered with ornaments, big, small, sentimental. The year is 1987. The radio faintly plays Stevie Nicks, crooning Silent Night. 

It’s incredibly peaceful.

Our toddler is cuddled up on my lap, still having trouble leaving the clingy stage, though I’m not complaining. Little Rosie is the best thing to ever happen to me. And to James, who sits next to me on the sofa, cradling our infant son in his arms, soothing him to sleep. 

I take a moment to appreciate the look on his face as he gazes down at baby Oliver, taking a mental snapshot. He looks almost amazed, incredulous at the life we created. I still can’t believe it either, sometimes. And more than anything, the pure love in his gaze is so obvious it hurts.

Rosie, who I thought was asleep before, suddenly pipes up from my lap. “Mama?”

Her voice is so sweet, I melt every time she speaks. I wish for her to never lose that lovely lilt in her speech.

“Yes, baby?” I reply softly, a practiced response, given she asks about a thousand questions a day now.

“How did you and daddy fall in love?”

Me and James share a knowing, nearly mischievous glance— the kind of glance only parents know about.

This isn’t the first time she had asked this question— in fact, the story of how me and James met had quickly become a bedtime favorite for her. The words leaving my lips are rehearsed, precise, but they lose no trace of the loving, warm tone I always seem to gain when I speak about my husband.

“Well,” I croon to her, swaying her softly in my arms, “we went to school together, and we met when we were little, and even back then, I knew he liked me.” My eyes glimmer as I glance over to James, gauging his reaction.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he adds with a quiet chuckle, not wanting to disturb the baby. Every time I tell this story, he seems to add something new, some little detail he’d kept to himself all this time, that, if I had only known, would’ve made my heart swell.

“And then when we got older,” I continue to Rosie, who’s now tucked into the crook of my shoulder, clinging to me like an adorable, sleepy koala, “he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“And you said yes?” Rosie asks, as always.

“I did,” I nod, holding her head against me with one hand, glancing over to James again with a heartfelt expression.

“And then we fell in love,” I tell her earnestly, beginning to rock her gently again. “He would write me letters, follow me everywhere, do just about anything to earn my attention,” I go on in a soothing, motherly voice.

James seems to perk up when I mention the letters. Oliver fusses in his arms, and he begins to bounce him gently. 

“You know what, baby?” He announces in a hushed voice.

“Yeah?” Me and Rosie both answer at once, the melodic blend of our voices sounding like a great symphony to James. His gaze softens as he looks down at Rosie, still sleepy in my embrace.

“I actually have some of those letters,” He reveals, as if it’s a key secret to the universe that he’s entrusting her to keep. “Would you like to see them? Mummy can read them to you,” He suggests gently, standing now, slowly as Oliver settles back comfortably into his father’s arms with a gurgle.

Rosie’s face lights up: “Really?” Well, in two-year-old speak, it’s more like Weawy?

I also look up at him, quirking an eyebrow. “You do?” I ask curiously, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t know.”

“Got to keep an element of surprise, these days,” he replies quickly, not missing a beat. The look he gives me— it’s like we’re teleported back to seventh year, and he’s tugging me into a broom closet to snog all over again.

I hardly have a chance to reply before he’s setting off upstairs, to the nursery to put Oliver down, most likely. It was getting late for him anyway; though we wanted to celebrate the special holiday with him, and Rosie insisted on staying up as long as her little eyes would stay open, the baby’s sleep schedule had restraints.

I hear him shuffling things around in our bedroom for a moment, and then he returns, wearing a cheesy grin, no longer holding a baby, but a box. One I’ve seen before in our closet but never mentioned.

He sees my look and gives me a counter-look. “It’s my you box,” He explains, sitting down next to me and our daughter again, resting the box on his lap. He pops the lid off, and I see many things.

The items on top are more recent. A strip of photos from a photobooth at our wedding. A section of my veil that had torn off during the festivities; I thought it was lost. A ticket stub from the concert he dragged me to because he swore I’d love the band, even though I had never heard of them before that night. 

A locket, one I remember giving him in seventh year once we were official. A tiny, folded note I had once slipped into his pocket before a Quidditch match, wishing him luck—the ink slightly smudged from his clammy hands clutching it too tightly. A page torn from his old school journal, one where he had written my name over and over again like a lovesick fool: overlapping and covering nearly every centimeter of the paper in ink. 

Underneath this arrangement of items, taking up nearly half the box, is a thick stack of parchment. More than I expected. Some neatly folded, some stuffed into envelopes, some fraying at the edges as if handled too many times.

James reaches in and pulls one from the stack, thumbing over the worn parchment as if deciding whether or not this is the right one. After a moment, he nods to himself and hands it to me with a small smile.

“This one,” he murmurs. “Start with this one.”

3 June 1974

Two days. It’s only been two days, and I already hate it without you. I keep glancing over my shoulder, expecting to see you there, but you never are. I wish you were.

I don’t know what I’m trying to say, it’s just that I keep thinking of you. I wonder all the time what you’re doing without me. I probably sound like a clingy little shite right now, I probably won’t send this.

If I’m not going to send it, then I suppose I can be completely honest. I love you. I don’t know when I started loving you, I think I always have. Literally from the first day at Hogwarts, I was starstruck, I think you could tell.

You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You still are. You’re even more beautiful now, if that’s possible. It still leaves me speechless sometimes when I look at you, I literally can’t formulate any other thoughts. I just see pretty.

Every time you open that pretty mouth, I’m compelled to listen. I’m drawn to your every word, love. I can’t get enough of you. It feels like a sickness. You’ve infected me. Why’d you do that?

Seriously, why? It’s causing a whole lot of trouble. We’re supposed to be friends, you’re friends with everyone else. But not with me, it’s always been different with me, we both know that. I’ve never thought of you as only a friend.

The love I carry for you is deep and unquenchable, believe me I’ve tried. I’ve tried to just ignore it, mash it down, not think about it or talk about it or waste any more energy trying to get your attention.

But I’m done with that. I love you and I can’t hold it in anymore.

Even though I’m not sending this letter, at least I wrote it out.

Happy Birthday, love. I’ll send you a card and a better letter in a few days.

Yours,

James

I was going to read the letter aloud for Rosie, but once I see the date, I stop. We were 14. I knew he had feelings for me for a while, but I’ve never really asked about specifics. He said since fourth year at least, and here he is in 1974, proclaiming his everlasting love for me.

My eyes carefully analyze every word, every detail: the loops of his handwriting, where the page is scratched like he was pressing too hard. Where there’s a blot on the page like he was holding his quill there for a long time, not knowing what to write. Where the letters are all connected suddenly, like the words just came flooding out of him.

When I’m done, I look back up at James with tears in my eyes. He freezes, stunned by my reaction.

“What does it say, mama?” Rosie chimes in, trying to climb me in an effort to read the letter herself, as if she could read it.

I hold the letter to my heart and cover my mouth with my other hand, so Rosie doesn’t see me sob.

James just leans forward and plucks her from my lap effortlessly, murmuring about bedtime. She resists, of course, and her complaints are heard all the way up the stairs. But she was sleepy, too, and so after a few minutes of listening to his hushed voice telling her goodnight, he comes back downstairs.

I’m still motionless on the couch, rereading every word he’d written to me.

“James—” My voice cracks. I try again. “James.”

“Don’t cry, love,” he answers with a chuckle, rushing back to the couch to take me firmly in his arms.

For a moment, he just holds me, letting me take in everything. Then, with a kiss pressed into my hair, he leans back just enough to meet my eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips, his usual playful demeanor returning.

“You do realize,” he teases, voice warm and full of fondness, “that there are so many more of these, right? And I lived with these feelings for years. So now, you get to read about them. Fair is fair.”

I let out a watery laugh, shaking my head as I press my forehead against his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grins. “And yet, you married me.”

I exhale, still overwhelmed, but lighter now— he always manages to make me feel lighter. James reaches for the stack of letters again, flipping through them casually before selecting another. He holds it out to me, eyes twinkling.

“Alright, love,” he says. “Next one.”

14 October, 1975

My darling,

This is going to be another one of those letters that I probably won’t send. I don’t want you to read this one, because I’m angry with you.

How do you not see it? If I could scream it from the rooftops, I would, it’s just… every time I try, I can’t. Does that make sense?

You. You’re the one who needs to see it, to see me. I can’t do anything more. I’m right here. Why can’t you bloody see that?

That Ravenclaw prat at the party tonight had his hands all over you, and you looked happy about it. Like it never crossed your mind to ask me to dance instead. You know I would’ve, angel.

Maybe I’m reading too much into things. Maybe I’m just jealous. I don’t think so, though.

I think you need to wake up and look at what’s right in front of you. Look at me, please, I’m begging you, now, darling. Just look at me once, and I think everything will be okay.

Or just tell me you don’t feel the same, and I’ll forget all about it. No, I can't. Even as I wrote that I realized, I could never forget the way you make me feel with just a look. And you have no idea. So damn oblivious.

I love every single thing about you, I wish you would just let me.

Faithfully yours,

James

I read this one quietly as well, scoffing to myself and giving him a look as I read about the Ravenclaw boy. I remember that night— it was the first time any boy had wanted to dance with me. If only I had known James was there, wanting to.

The realization hits me like a truck. Everything I put him through, even unknowingly. How he could still love me, undeniably, after all of that, seems incomprehensible to me.

“I had no idea,” I tell him through soft cries, blubbering and whimpering, feebly wiping my face with my sleeves. “I’m awful.”

James shakes his head immediately, reaching for my hands and pulling them away from my face. His thumbs sweep over my knuckles, grounding me.

“Don’t say that,” he murmurs, voice impossibly gentle. “You weren’t awful. You didn’t know.”

I sniffle, blinking up at him. “But I should have.”

He lets out a quiet, breathy chuckle, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You weren’t supposed to know. Not then.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes warm and full of unwavering affection. “You know now, though.”

I let out a trembling laugh, shaking my head at him. “Merlin, I was so oblivious."

James smirks. “Painfully so. Good thing I’m persistent, yeah?”

I exhale, still overwhelmed, my fingers tightening around his. He nudges the stack of letters toward me once again, eyes glimmering with that same familiar mischief.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he teases, voice lighter now. “You’re just getting to the good part.” He pulls another from the stack and hands it to me— this one has been crumpled up and smoothed out meticulously, maybe even pressed under heavy books.

9 December 1975

I’m sorry I kissed you. It was an accident. Not really.

I’ve wanted to for a long time, I just never had a proper reason to. Tonight, after winning the game, I was excited, and I thought it was the right time. But I’m starting to think there’s never a right time with us.

Every time I try, I fail. You would hardly look at me at the party afterwards. So I know you didn’t like it, or didn’t want it, and for that I apologize.

But also? I can’t apologize for kissing you. It wasn’t planned, but I knew I wanted to. I’ve always wanted to. Merlin, I’ve thought about it so many times. 

I can’t apologize for finally putting action to my thoughts. And with that, I suppose I mean to tell you… I have feelings for you. 

It doesn’t matter

The tone of this one is slightly different from the other unsent letters— and significantly different from the letters I have received from him over the years. He’s being very blunt, vulnerable even.

It only strikes me when I read the last line, and it suddenly cuts off. It doesn’t matter and nothing else.

I look up at him with an indiscernible look in my eye. Confusion, maybe, or putting things together.

His lips stretch into a tight smile, and he scratches the back of his neck. “I, er, stopped writing this one, ‘cause I knew I wouldn’t have the guts to give it to you,” he admits, sounding a bit bashful at the fact.

My heart feels like melted candy: gooey and dangerously hot. 

I glance at the date again wordlessly. Two years before we started dating. Two years he held onto this letter. I can imagine him right now, in his dorm, scratching It doesn’t matter and then abruptly setting the quill down, abandoning whatever thought was coming next, taking the parchment in his hands, and squeezing it with all his might, as if that might let his frustrations out. A minute later, he’d sulk over to the bin, fish the ball out, flatten it, and put it in the box with the others.

And I do remember him apologizing for the kiss in person the next day— undoubtedly one of our most awkward conversations. I told him it was fine, tried to brush it off, yet all with an air of I didn’t want that to happen. And it was true, and he wrote that. I didn’t want it to happen. Not yet, anyways.

My shoulders sag; I collapse into his arms in a crushing hug. I allow myself to feel my feelings for just a moment, and then I pull back with a sniffle, composing myself.

“I always knew that kiss wasn’t accidental,” I tease him half-heartedly, drawing a chuckle from his throat anyway.

“Here,” he says, handing me another letter, which he’d pre-selected while I was reading the last. “The next one’s better.”

3 May 1976

My dearest,

You helped me study for OWLs this year— well, you always help me study— but I aced them all. I couldn’t have done it without you. I had to write to tell you how thankful I am.

You do a lot for me, whether you realize it or not. Keeping my grades up (don’t even argue with me on this, you know you do), giving me advice about Lily. It all means a lot to me.

You’ve been one of my closest friends over the years, someone I can confide in. I haven’t found anyone else like you in my sixteen years of living, and I doubt I ever will. You’re completely unique, and I love that about you.

Your smile brightens my entire world. When you laugh, it’s like colors are brighter, and my mind feels sharper. You always manage to clear my head with just a look or a touch, it never fails. You are the one thing keeping me grounded.

There’s so much going on, all the time, constantly. Fights are breaking out across the country, dark magic running amok. Friends come and go, classes change year by year, but for me at least, there’s always been one constant. That’s you, darling.

I know I can rely on you, tell you anything and risk no judgment or harsh response. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, I would be surprised to hear you hurt a fly— or even something you hate, like a spider. Never change that kindness.

I suppose I’m really just trying to tell you how much I appreciate you, nothing more. Sorry if it came off a bit sappy, I might’ve gotten carried away. I’ll write you a normal one soon.

Yours,

James

I trace my fingers over the ink, pressing my lips together. My chest is too full, my heart aching in the best way. When I finally look up at James, he’s already watching me.

James shifts, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s still embarrassed about it, even now. “Yeah, so, funny thing about this one…” he starts to explain the moment I look up at him, “I would… sometimes give the letters to Sirius and Remus, to screen,” he admits, scratching his neck again. “Boy, I heard a mouthful from them about this one.”

I throw my head back laughing imagining it, and James launches into a reenactment, doing his best Sirius impression, all with a hushed voice to not wake the kids: “‘Yours, James’?! Bloody hell, Prongs, why don’t you just propose in the next one and save us all the trouble?”

I try to stifle my laughter, but bright giggles still carry through the air, and his heart still jumps at the sound. It’s still true to him— colors are brighter. 

We’re both trying to stifle our laughter when Rosie shifts in her sleep, sighing softly. James glances toward the stairs, then back at me, grinning like a schoolboy. “Shh, don’t get us in trouble,” he teases.

He hands me the next letter, and this one is crisp, like it hasn't been touched since the day he wrote it.

12 April 1977

Love,

The end of the year is coming sooner than any of us expected, and with that, I feel that I need to be incredibly honest with you.

For seven years, I have been biting my tongue, swallowing words I was too much of a coward to say.

Everything I do is for you, surely you know that. I just want to be near you all the time, is that too much to ask?

We’re already together all the time anyways, it wouldn’t be that big of a change. Plus, we’d get to kiss anytime we want.

I know it’s a lot to ask, and I know this is probably the last thing you’re expecting right now, but maybe you are expecting it. I think maybe you already know.

So please. Be mine, my dearest. We will be so happy, I just know it. You make me happier than anything ever has. Say yes, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that you were always meant to be mine, and that I am good enough to be yours.

With all my love,

James

I read the last words slowly, my fingers pressing into the worn parchment like I could somehow hold onto the feeling in my hands. It takes me a long moment to breathe, to look up at James, who is watching me like he already knows exactly what’s running through my mind.

“I can’t believe you never gave me this,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

James smiles, that same lopsided grin that made me fall in love with him all those years ago. “Didn’t need to,” he murmurs. “You beat me to it.”

He taps the date at the top, and it looks familiar for a reason I can’t place. Family life is unbelievably busy; anniversary dates, birthdays, deadlines, all swimming around in my head. I can’t place it.

“This was the night you told me how you felt,” he explains softly, voice so tender it resonates through every one of my muscles. 

I gasp recalling it: I had found him in the common room late one night in April, after harboring feelings for him for the entirety of the year and never acting on it. He had his hands behind his back like he was holding something.

He never had to give it to me.

I glance back down at the letter, trying to commit every word to memory. "All this time... and you kept it?"

James shrugs, but there’s no mistaking the emotion in his eyes. "Of course I did. It was never just words on a page. It was everything I felt, everything I wanted to say, and even though I never needed to give it to you, I couldn’t let it go."

I reach for his hand, lacing my fingers through his, grounding myself in the warmth of him. “We were such fools back then,” I murmur with a soft laugh, shaking my head. "All those years wasted."

James tilts his head, considering, then smirks. "I don’t know. I think it happened exactly the way it was supposed to." He shifts, turning fully toward me, his free hand brushing along my jaw before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Because it led us here. To this. To them."

We both glance toward the staircase, where our children sleep soundly upstairs, oblivious to the weight of the moment between us. The house is quiet, the warmth of the fire flickering gently against the walls, wrapping us in the kind of peace I never knew I would have.

I sigh, leaning into him. "You're right. We got it right in the end."

James presses a lingering kiss to my temple, his voice barely above a whisper. "We always would have."

I close my eyes, letting myself melt into his embrace, holding onto this moment—this love that has spanned years, that has grown and strengthened, that has carried us through everything.

Outside, the snow continues to fall, blanketing the world in quiet serenity, as if time itself has slowed just for us. And for once, I don’t think about what’s next. I only think about now. About him. About us.

And I know, without a doubt, that there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

♡

You looked gorgeous today, in case nobody told you. -James

♡

I’m paying attention very hard in class today. (I’m lying, I’m watching you twirl your quill and thinking about how unfairly pretty you are.) -Yours, whether you know it or not.

♡

Did you know you bite your lip when you’re concentrating? Because now it’s all I can think about. -James

♡

You laughed at my joke and I’m pretty sure that’s going to keep me alive for the next three days at minimum. Entirely at your mercy, -James

♡

if you liked this, check out my james drabble which is a little continuation / expansion of this story!!

my current series is a james fake dating trope if that tickles your fancy more!!

xoxo sunny ☀️🌻