#there are still a few asks i haven't replied to i'm sorry i take forever 😭😭

[jinhyun]

oh no monnnn, i’ve read all the nasty asks you’ve got :( and i’m sorry that those anons are so entitled as a reader by telling you what to do and what not when this is YOUR story. i hope you don’t pay attention to any of them because you still have us, who will always support and love you no matter what 💞

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 thank you so much, lovie<3

[vettelsvee]

THIS IS ALL MY FAULT | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x platonic!photographer!reader

based on this request: Okay! So after watching the run Sebastian organized at Imola, I has the idea of reader being someone that works for him (not sure what for though) maybe getting really sick for running in the rain that day, which ends up with Sebastian feeling guilty over it. It’s a silly idea, really, but I think it has a lot of potential to vibes similar to what Sebastian seems to have with the drivers, kind of playing dad to the grid 🥺.

summary: you work as a photographer during the forever senna tribute seb prepared, but you end up being sick

word count: 1618

warnings: none of them really! seb feeling guilty because he thinks reader got sick because of him.

a/n: I'm finally back! sorry for not posting at all during all this past month, university has had me really stressed but I'm finally free from it until september! idk if this is actually something well written because i haven't written anything for a month! also, hope you anon like this even it's definitely crap 😭

© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The rain kept falling on the circuit, but that wasn't such an excuse for Sebastian and his team to cancel what they had been working on for months.

The run that the retired driver had decided to organize on Thursday not only with Formula 1 drivers, but also with those from Formula 2 and 3, and even other members of the sport, in honor of Ayrton Senna and Roland Ratzenberger, was more than perfect. It was an absolute success. And Sunday, when Vettel would drive the car that once belonged to the Brazilian pilot who died 30 years ago on that same circuit, hadn't even arrived yet.

You had been busy taking photos of everything, as you were Sebastian's official photographer. Now, you were gathering all the equipment you had used because the cold you were enduring was barely bearable. You had been out in the rain all day, following Seb wherever he went, which had made you feel increasingly worse. Now, your hands couldn't stop shaking, and you felt like you were about to faint at any moment.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of the team members asked.

"Yes, of course," you replied with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit cold. I'll be back to be the same me as soon as we get back to the hotel."

The man nodded, not wanting to press you further despite not being very convinced by your words after seeing your completely pale face.

You decided to continue with your work, ignoring anyone who approached you to exchange even the slightest word. You tried to ignore the growing headache, the fatigue, and the tightness in your chest, which seemed to be worsening. Although the rain had stopped and you were in one of the garages, the sky remained dark.

You were surprised to see Sebastian, still wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, just a few meters away from you. You shook your head, trying not to pay attention, and certainly not to worry. He was just your "boss," so to speak, and he was old enough to know what he needed to do to avoid getting sick. Well, he also had Britta, who was like a second mother to him.

A sharp pain pierced your temples. You staggered slightly, and if it hadn't been for your momentum making you lean your back against the wall behind you, you would have fallen to the ground.

"For God's sake, Y/N, you look terrible," he said as calmly as he could, though you could sense his nerves in his tone of voice. "You should go and have a rest. Like… now."

"Seb, we still have a lot to do. It's not just packing up the equipment, but also transferring the photos to the computer, editing them, then preparing the posts for you Instagram account..."

"Y/N, I love your work, but you've done more than enough for today," he interrupted, putting a hand on your shoulder, running his fingers carefully over it. "Now, I'll talk to Britta and we'll assign it to someone who knows what they're doing, okay?"

For a moment, you considered protesting, reproaching him that this was your job, and that's why he wanted you on his team since shortly before leaving Aston Martin, but the way he looked at you made you stop. He seemed worried, very worried. That's why you ended up not only reluctantly accepting but also letting him guide you to a nearby chair.

"Stay here. I'll bring you something warm."

As you watched Seb walk away, you sighed, managing to relax somehow. You saw him enter the Red Bull hospitality, and you assumed it was where he felt most comfortable. A few minutes later, you saw the blonde with two small steaming cardboard cups. As he reached your height, he offered you one of them.

"Thank you," you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup and taking a sip. Chocolate, something you loved, and Seb knew it perfectly.

"Do you promise you'll go back to the hotel as soon as you finish your hot chocolate?"

"I promise," you assured him. "But I can't promise that..."

"Y/N, just no work for today," he cut in, seeing that you weren't going to fulfill what you had promised. "I want you to spend today and tomorrow resting. Sunday will be a tough day for us. You can do it, at least for me, or am I wrong?"

You nodded your head as if you were seven years old again. You knew you were going to rest as much as you could in your hotel room, but that didn't mean you weren't going to do anything. As you had already planned, you were obviously going to continue with your work. You couldn't disappoint Sebastian, not on such an important weekend like this.

[...]

Sebastian accompanied you to the door of your room, and despite having exchanged a couple of messages with you on Friday, having let you rest all afternoon and part of Saturday morning, and having agreed that you would come to a meeting room in the hotel at 12pm on Saturday to finalize the details of tomorrow's tribute, he didn't see you there.

"Have you seen Y/N?" he asked Britta directly, a little distressed. "She told me she would come with no doubt."

"And she did come," the ex-pilot's PR commented, "but I sent her back to her room as soon as I saw her shivering. Her forehead was burning, and she said she had a slight fever. It wasn’t just a slight fever, Seb," Britta assured him.

The man nodded but became even more worried. Quickly bidding farewell to Roeske, he headed towards your room. He saw the door slightly ajar, possibly your mistake. He knocked softly before entering, and the sight that greeted his eyes made him feel bad instantly.

You were curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably. You had a small towel on your forehead with cold water to see if you could control your body temperature since you couldn't take your medicine again until the corresponding hours had passed, which was already the next day.

Your face was completely flushed, and your breathing was labored.

As soon as you realized Seb's presence, your eyes welled up with tears. You tried to force a smile, but all that came out were tears from how bad you felt not only for Seb to see you like this but also for ruining something so important.

"Seb... You didn't have to come," you stammered, your voice barely audible.

"Of course, I did! Don't be ridiculous!" he responded quickly, sitting beside you. He placed a hand on your forehead and realized Britta was right. "My God, Y/N, you're burning up. Why didn't you tell me you were feeling so bad?"

"I... didn't want to worry you," you admitted between tears of frustration and exhaustion. "Tomorrow is an important day. You need to be resting to give your best tomorrow. There are people who have come just for you, Seb, you can't let them down."

You noticed him tense a bit at the mention. His lips curved, and his jaw tightened. He took a deep breath and took your hand almost without thinking.

"This is my fault..." he whispered softly. He seemed overwhelmed with guilt, and much of it. You cursed yourself for making him think that when it was all really your fault. "Nothing is more important than your health, Y/N. I'm so sorry, really..."

"Seb, it's okay, really. These things happen; it's completely normal. There's probably someone else like me..."

His silence was the response you partly expected, but it didn't hurt until you saw him shake his head.

"I just wanted to give my best so that the photos would turn out perfect and you would have content worthy of all the work you've put into this..." was all you could say.

"You're already the best, Y/N," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. "In fact, you're so perfect that you should stop being so perfect to start worrying more about yourself. And since you don't worry about yourself... let me do it for you, okay?"

Although you didn't agree with him and didn't believe you deserved his praise, you were too weak to argue.

Sebastian stayed with you all day, including the night. He made sure you were as comfortable as possible, brought you water, and soaked the cold cloth in water to lower your fever as soon as possible, miraculously something that worked. He didn't leave your side, not even when you had a coughing fit or sneezed without covering your mouth.

Your fever began to lower in the late hours of that day. Your breath calmed down, and the color seemed to return to your cheeks. Seb sighed with relief, quickly hugging you while continuously placing small kisses on your face and playing with your hair, making you laugh incessantly.

After ordering room service for dinner, since your appetite seemed to have returned, you fell asleep, at least apparently. To avoid disturbing you, Seb went from lying down next to you to reclining on a sofa next to the bed. His eyes were heavy with tiredness, but that didn't stop him from staying alert in case you needed his help.

"Rest, Y/N," he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before caressing it. "I guess I'll have to take you out to dinner for the damages I caused."

You smiled at the last thing Seb had said, grateful that every time you got sick, you didn't fall into a deep sleep, and wishing that what Seb had said was true.

[margotw10bis]

Crashing On Crush. JJK 3 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 4.4k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: sexual tension; alcohol consumption; make out in public; oral sex (f. receiving); handjob

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God must have heard your silenced prayers because a cup of coffee is floating in front of your face. You look up and meet Namjoon's soft brown eyes. You take the life-saving beverage and appreciate the delicious taste.

"Oh God, you don't know how much I needed it! Thank you Namjoon"

"No offense but you did look like you needed it" he jokes

You sigh, knowing that he's probably right. It's been eight days since you and Jungkook kissed. Eight fucking days and you haven't heard from him. No text, no call. Nothing. If work - which is so interesting and gratifying - keeps your mind busy at day, alone in your apartment at night you have no distraction. You just think over and over again, replaying the night in your head to spot what you've missed and could explain why he hasn't contacted you. So, yeah, you haven't slept very well the past week.

"Uhm, Y/N" Namjoon seems embarrassed, he clears his throat to pull himself together. "I was thinking, uhm, if you are free tonight, we could have dinner"

His red cheeks are so cute, your heart melts. Namjoon has been nothing but kind and sweet towards you. And it's not the first time you think 'I wish he were my crush, so I wouldn't be stressed about radio-silence Jungkook'. But you know damn well that your mind and your heart are full of a man with lip piercing and tattooed arm... However, you can't wait forever for Jungkook to pay attention to you - or can you?

This dinner will be a great opportunity to think about something else and to get to know Namjoon better.

"Sure!"

The blond man sighs in relief, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Great, uhm, let's meet after your shift at the entrance door"

You nod and watch him leave, not without almost hitting a large plant pot which makes you laugh. Cute.

At seven pm, you exit the gallery to wait for Namjoon in front of the building. However, you certainly didn't think you would meet this person. You halt your movement by astonishment. Jungkook is here. Right in front of you. And you have mixed feelings about that. Obviously, you are very happy to see him because, in fact, you missed him. But you are also angry with him for being quiet during a whole week... You have no idea what he is doing here. Well, you know he is probably here to talk to you but to say what? That he doesn't want to see you again? That he wants to kiss you again? So you stay silent, waiting for him to speak. And he does:

"Hi, Y/N"

"Hi"

You wait but he doesn't say anything.

"What are you doing here?" You ask after few seconds of unbearable stillness that is the exact opposite of your harsh heartbeats.

"I wanted to invite you to dinner"

What the fuck? You can't help a disdained laugh. You have been waiting eight fucking days and he just shows up at your work like nothing happened! You are so mad right now but why does you heart soften at the thought he wants to spend some time with you?

"I already have something set up for tonight" Your voice is harsher than you want and you kind of feel bad when you see the disappointment in Jungkook's eyes.

He bits his bottom lip and this simple act reminds you of how good his lips feels... You shake your head to not think about it.

"I wanted to call you but I didn't have time" Jungkook says lowly

"Yeah, sure" You reply, annoyed

"Actually, I spent the week at my parents for my grandpa's funeral" His voice is not filled with reproach but with a will of explanation.

You gaps and immediately feel horrible to have treated him so coldly. Your eyes soften and you put a hand on his shoulder to confort him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jungkook, I didn't know. Are you okay?"

"He has been sick for a while so we were prepared, but it was hard for my mum. I'm sorry, I should have at least sent you a text"

You can see in his doe eyes and hear in his voice the guilt. You shake your head.

"No, you don't have to apologize, I totally understand. You needed to focus on your family. Please don't feel bad"

You want to hug him so bad when you see the sadness on his face. You don't really know what to say or what to do to erase his pain but when Jungkook looks into your eyes, he knows how you wish to console him and his heavy heart feels lighter. So many words are running through his mind, so many things he would like to say to you. Like the fact that he has been thinking about you the past few days, that he has wished you were there with him to hug him, that he has been fucking missing you each fucking minute.

You open your mouth to say something but you are cut off by Namjoon joining you.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks you cheerfully

You are aware of the sudden tension between the two men. Jungkook's jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. 'Him again', he thinks. He wonders if the guy is now your boyfriend, if he has kissed you while he was gone, which makes him regret even more to not have contacted you. Now he is pissed off because at first, he thought that you having plans was a lie to not see him but it's way worse that you actually have plans. With another man. A man you have seen all week.

"I-Namjoon and I are going to eat" you start, embarrassed, blushing hard before turning towards your colleague "if it's okay with you, Jungkook could join us?" You try

Well, that was not what Namjoon had in mind. But what could he say now? No? He cannot refuse so he swallows the sword in his throat and he answers a not-so-conceiving 'sure'. And the three of you head to the Korean barbecue restaurant.

———

Saying that there is tension in the air is an understatement. The meat grilling is quite the only sound coming from your table. Seeing the two men side by side, you realize they couldn't be more different. Namjoon, wearing a white shirt and light grey slacks, is a very sweet boy, and very cute with his dimples. His glasses makes him look smarter - even though he is the smartest person you've ever met - and professional. Definitely the type every parents would love to have as son-in-law. On the other hand, Jungkook is the opposite, the perfect example of what a 'bad boy look' is. He is not a bad boy in fact because you can see the kindness in his so pretty eyes but he is surely intimidating. He always wears dark and baggy cloths. His piercing and his tattoos enhance his B boy vibes, but they also make him so fucking hot.

Jungkook and Namjoon haven't talked and you feel ill at ease, waddling on your seat. You clear your throat to save the night:

"Let's cheer"

You smile and pull up your glass in the most cheerful way possible, hoping that it will give rise to a better mood. But it doesn't. The two men click their glass but they still don't speak. You sigh in disappointment...

"So, Jungkook, right?" Finally says Namjoon "What do you do for living?"

You send a grateful gaze at your colleague.

"I'm a graphic designer" Jungkook answers politely but a little bit coldly, not sharing any more details. "What about you? What do you do exactly?"

"I'm the owner's assistant. I help him to supervise everything: the exhibitions, the contacts with the artists, the communication, the staff. I'm also in charge of training new recruits, that's why I've spent a lot of time with Y/N these days"

Jungkook grins, he knows damn well that this Namjoon guy wanted to snap at him. He sips on his beer, fantasying how satisfying it would be to kiss you again, like the last time, in front of Namjoon. He really has to behave to not put his hand on your thigh. It's even harder when you are so pretty in your pink a-line dress with small puff sleeves.

"Hey, Y/N, we could have a last drink at Danbam, what do you think?" Jungkook asks suddenly

You choke on your spit, blushing hard. Last time you were in this bar was for your make-out session with Jungkook. And the little sparkle of cockiness in his eyes proves you he meant to tease.

"I, uhm, I don't think I want to drink more than this tonight" you say cautiously

Namjoon grabs his chopsticks to gather some beef and puts it on your plate. The kind gesture makes you smile. At the same time, it makes Jungkook even more irritated. Yet, luck is on his side because a couple of minutes later, Namjoon receives a call: his boss requires him immediately. He wanted to spend time with you, get to know you because since your first day, he has found you so sweet and beautiful and smart and passionate. Since your first day, he has had a crush on you that only kept growing day by day. With a huge regret, he tells you goodbye and leaves you with Jungkook.

"So, do you go out with him a lot?"

Jungkook couldn't help but asking you. He feels so jealous, he doesn't even recognize himself. What are you doing to him?

"No, actually it was the first time"

"Good"

You turn your head to Jungkook with an abrupt movement. Your mouth is opened by surprise, questioning him silently about the meaning.

"I want to kiss you again" Jungkook says simply

His words provoke a whole ardent fire in your body. You want it too. So fucking much. You miss his lips, his hands on you. You miss feeling him on your skin - kissing him one time isn't enough. You want to do it again. You want more.

"Do it" you manage to whisper

It's enough for Jungkook to blend your lips together. The kiss is stronger, rawer than the last one. He is hungry and maybe a little angry. When the little moans he loves so much return to life, he smirks. He wants to kiss you like Namjoon nor any other men can. And he does. There is no word to describe how much you love his mouth. You wish the moment could last forever, you never want to be lips apart. But humans are not perfect and they do need to breath so you distance your face just enough to catch your breathe.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Jungkook asks

You know it's not just a ride home. It's an implicit question: do you want more? Fuck yeah.

You nod and Jungkook smiles. He looks happy and relieved. He leaves a soft kiss on your inflamed lips and grabs your hand.

———

You mostly stay silent in the car. It's not a weird or uncomfortable silence but just a calm silence, full of promise for what will happen next. You can't deny that your heart beats loudly and your hands are a little shaky. Jungkook remarks and intertwines yours fingers, saying with no words that everything is fine and you don't have to be stressed. But how can you not when you will spend the night with your crush? Your - two now - kisses proved you that you have feelings for him. Strong feelings.

After you opened your door and took off your shoes, Jungkook and you stay, once again, in silence. You are looking everywhere except at him, feeling so nervous. It has been more than one year since you last had sex, and all the times you had before were with your boyfriends. However, Jungkook is not your boyfriend, your relationship is... undetermined. You also wonder if he finds you attractive enough, and if you will be good enough in bed. All these thoughts make your hands sweaty.

But Jungkook gets closer and cups your red cheeks with his big and warm hands, making you look into his black doe eyes. They are so soft, so shiny - just like the billions of stars in the sky at night. They are so beautiful. Everything in Jungkook is beautiful.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything" he says gently "We can have sex, or not. We can do other things than having sex. Or we can just talk. Don't pressure yourself"

Your heart melts at his consideration. He is so nice, so sweet that you are falling in lo... No! No, it's too soon, you don't know much about him even after hours spent on his Instagram. It's just your arousal speaking, it messes up with your brain.

You take the time to look at Jungkook and you can't help but imagining what's underneath his black bomber jacket. You remember this one pic from Instagram of him at the beach, shirtless. His 'I know I make your panties wet' look has never been more accurate. Even right now, you are feeling horny.

He leans down and kisses you. At first, gently but the kiss is getting rougher. You instantly feel your pussy clench and moan at its emptiness. Your hands running through Jungkook's hair pull him closer and invite him to kiss you deeper if it's even possible. His own hands move all over your body: your hair, your neck, your back, your waist and your ass. He squeezes the latter and a small groan from you tells him you love it. Actually, you love every single of his touch on your body.

Your hands are struggling to take off his jacket but manage to do it. You want to feel closer, better. Without this barrier, you can appreciate his hard muscles. Gosh, it feels so good under your fingertips.

Jungkook leads you to your couch and puts you on his lap without breaking the kiss for a second. You are completely high on his touch, you can't think straight - not that you really care. Between your legs, you can feel his hard cock pressing on your covered and wet pussy. A moan of pure delight escapes your mouth and you press down to enhance the touch. You slowly begin to move your hips back and forth to release some of the urge of friction. Jungkook grabs your ass to control your move and you love it. You love how he uses your body to please himself.

But it's not enough. You need to feel his skin. You don't know if you said it or if Jungkook can read in your mind but he halts the kiss for just a couple of seconds in order to take off your dress. His intense eyes discover your matching white bra and panties, so pure, so innocent. It makes him crazy because the horniness visible on your face is far from innocent. He leans down and places his head between your boobs, kissing your skin. Your body is on fire. Your head rolls back - which makes your moans huskier - and you pull on his black hair by pleasure and he smirks.

You are so hot, so beautiful, he doesn't want any other men to touch you. He wants to mark you to make you his but he also knows that a huge hickey on your neck will not be great for your career. So he decides to put his mark somewhere only him can see. You feel his mouth sucking on the skin of your left breast, close to your heart. It hurts a little but it's a delightful hurt. Jungkook takes the time to admire his art piece - he has never created something so beautiful. The red, purplish mark is shiny because of his saliva and it looks so good on your soft skin.

"You're so fucking hot" he says with a raspy and so sexy voice

He suddenly changes position to lie you down underneath him and kisses you again. You take the hem of his black and large t-shirt to indicate you want it to disappear. One second later your wish is fulfilled. What a beautiful view. His chest is buff, his abs are well drawn, his arms are strong and his shoulders are large. Your hands brush his warm skin and you feel his muscles flexing under your touch. His body is so perfect. You'll never be bored of looking at it.

However, your eyes spontaneously shut when Jungkook's hand reaches your groin. His fingers find your clit in a second and start circle it through your panties.

"Oh my god!" You moan in his neck

It's so good. So fucking good. It's like you've never have been touched before. Your moans are louder as his fingers get faster. At this point, your panties are soaked by your juices - it could be kind of an unpleasant sensation if you could think.

"You're so wet" Jungkook teases you while he kisses your neck

You are feeling your orgasm slowly building up in you but the emptiness in your pussy is torture. You need something to fix that.

"Please"

It's the only thing you manage to say with a choked voice.

"Please what?" Jungkook smirks

He knows damn well that you can't concentrate enough to speak properly and he is filled with pride that the reason is himself. Seeing how you are going crazy under his touch is so fucking satisfying. The most important, the only mission in his life right now is to make you cum. He leaves your neck to kiss your body all the way down until he reaches your wet pussy.

"I think we should take this off" he says while trapping the fabric of your panties with his forefinger

He looks up at you to have your approval.

"Yes, please" you moan, looking away with embarrassment of Jungkook being so close to your intimacy.

What you don't know is that your shaky 'please' turned him on so fucking bad. He loves having control during sex, even being a little dominant. Fulfilling his desires without even knowing it makes him want to please you even more. So he slides your soaked panties down your legs and opens your thighs. The sight is breathtaking: your cunt is glistening with your arousal. He wants to taste you, you make him hungry. He gently rubs two fingers from your clit to your entrance before diving onto your pussy with his mouth.

He gives a single kiss on your clit at first and the feeling is so fucking good that you immediately grab his hair in a desperate need of holding on to something to not sink into this unbearable pleasure. Your fingers in his black strands give him the green light to go further. His tongue is now completely attached to your pussy. He is literally making out with it. He is so good with his mouth. Your clit is taken care of like it deserves. His tongue rolls around your bud, then takes a quick strip from your entrance to your clit and rolls again. It's a perfect pattern and it makes you go crazy. The wetness created by his saliva and your own arousal is full of sins and pleasures.

"Oh my god, Jungkook!"

You feel your orgasm coming and your fist clenches as much as your pussy. Jungkook notices it and enters your pussy with his finger. This friction in your body is exactly what you needed. He pulls in and out at a pleasant pace with his digit. Your brain is foggy, you don't even know where you are, you don't even hear your own moans. All you can feel is him.

"More, more!" Is all you can say

He adds another finger, sightly speeding up the back-and-forth's pace, his tongue still playing with your clit.

"You taste so fucking good, I could eat you all day"

His words reasoning on your pussy is too much to bare and you cum on his face and on his two fingers in you, screaming his name. The best fucking orgasm of your life. Your legs quiver when you reach your climax. But what did you expect from Jungkook? He was your best kiss, it's only natural for him to make you cum like nobody had done it before.

It takes you a few seconds to catch your breathe and to settle down back on Earth. Your cheeks, even red before, are blushing harder when you realize that you just let your crush eating you out. It takes you a lot of courage to look down to meet Jungkook's face between your legs. You see his mouth and chin glistening with your juice. The view is sinful. But he defies even more the limits of hotness allowed when he puts his fingers into his mouth to taste more of your cum. You gasp at the indecent teasing.

Jungkook goes up to your face and kisses you. You taste yourself on his mouth and you have to say that it's hot.

"Are you okay?" He asks you gently

His consideration is a dangerous weapon for your heart. Fortunately, you're still too much in the frog of pleasure to overthink it.

"Yes. It-It was really good" you whisper, blushing.

Jungkook's pride is beyond clouds when he saw how strong was your orgasm because of him. He wants to be the one that makes you cum the most, the only one that makes you cum. Because you are so pretty, so hot when you reach your high, he wants to be the only one who witnesses it. He wants to fuck you so hard that you won't ever be attracted to another man. His possessiveness is killing him. You are messing with his brain and you don't even know it. You are crushing down all his boundaries.

"I, uhm, I want to please you too" you say shyly

Jungkook is amused by your shyness when he just made you cum. But he is also touched that you care about his pleasure. He can't deny that his cock is really hard and that he would love to release the tension in his body. But he doesn't want you to feel obligated to return the favor. He didn't touch you to have something in return, he did it because he wanted to see your cute face torn in pleasure, a pleasure provided by him.

"You don't have to, Y/N" he says with a small peck on your lips

He helps you sit correctly on your couch, and the leaking between your legs make you wince. But not as much as his answer. Doesn't he want you to touch him? Does he think you won't please him? You feel a dragger in your heart, and maybe in your pride also. Jungkook frowns when he notices your expression darkens.

"It's not that I don't want to" he feels the need to tell you "Because, believe me, I want to. You make me fucking hard. But you don't have to, you don't have to feel obligated"

He cups your cheeks and you see the sincerity in his eyes. Rather than pushing you off, it makes you want to please him stronger.

"I want to" you simply say

The determination in your voice startles him a little bit because a new wave of arousal rushes through him.

"Okay" is the only thing he finds to say

You put your delicate hand on his stretched crotch, feeling him hard and big through the fabric of his pants. You can't deny that it makes you horny. Jungkook's body tenses, watching carefully your movements to detect any sign of displeasure and stop you in this case. But he only sees the way you blush and bit your bottom lip. So fucking cute, he thinks. He waits for you to express by your actions your want to get rid of his pants. He doesn't want to rush you and let you be in control of the pace, even if it's like a torture for him: he has been hard for a long time now.

When you grab the hem of this pants, he gets the message and rises his hips to slide down his piece of clothing. The bulge of his black underwear shocks you a little bit: he is fucking big. Your reaction makes him cocky, he knows he's big - a lot of women already told him that - but now he wants you to think that. He wants you to think about how his cock would fill your tight pussy. The thought of it makes his hard member twitch.

You push down the hem of his underwear to free his length. Your mouth waters at the sight of the perfect, velvety skin. He is hard, and thick. You wonder how would feel the stretch if he were in your pussy. You gently caresse his tip with your thumb and a drop of pre-cum escapes. You spread it on the tip, which makes it shiny and appetizing. You start jerking him off and a sigh of delight comes from Jungkook's mouth.

"You're doing great, babe"

The pet name makes your pussy clench and your heart beat faster. You also feel proud and more confident so you increase the speed, putting the right pressure. Jungkook's breathing gets more and more rugged, you can tell that he likes it. He grabs firmly - but not too harshly to not hurt you - your hair and pull you closer. He kisses you ruthlessly, his tongue meets yours. You moan at his sudden ardent desire. And this is what he wanted: hearing your sweet whimpers while you jerking him off. Your hand on his cock and your mouth on his lips are a dangerous combination for his sanity.

"You're perfect, so fucking perfect" he says against your pretty mouth "Keep going, you gonna make me cum, babe"

Babe.

Once again, it fills you with indescribable sensations - physical sensations and other sensations that you push away to not overthink. You keep sliding up and down your hand on Jungkook's fat cock, your arm is beginning to hurt but you don't stop. Making him feel good is so fucking satisfying. You being the reason of the orgasm of such an attractive, hot, handsome man messes up your bain - and your wet pussy.

"I'm cumming" Jungkook says in a gasp

After a few more strokes, you feel a hot and thick liquid on your hand. Jungkook relaxes his grip in your hair and kisses your temple, with a shortness of breath. Then, he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, to recover a regular breathing.

"It was perfect" he says with a soft smile. 

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[avatar-anna]

Just Called to Say I Love You

Harry looked down at his phone, surprised to see that he had an incoming call. He was at work, which meant he didn't typically get any calls during this time. His friends and family knew that when he was in the studio, he was pretty much off the grid; he couldn't have anything from the outside world bothering him.

So he was surprisied to see his phone light up.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yep! I was just calling to say I love you!" you said, your voice tender and sweet in Harry's ear.

Frowning, he said, "That—That's it?"

"Yeah, I just haven't heard from you in a while, and you're always out of the house. It feels like I'm dating a ghost," you joked. "So, I was out and I passed that little bakery where we met, and I just felt compelled to call you and tell you that I love you. So...I love you."

Looking back, Harry realized how much of a complete and utter ass he had been to you. Your reasoning for calling was incredibly sweet, and he honestly didn't deserve your kindness. He should've said thank you, he should've told you she called at the perfect time, he should've said I love you back.

"Y/n...You know I don't like distractions while I'm at work."

You didn't say anything for a moment, perhaps too stunned to say anything in reply. Then, "You're right. I'm sorry."

Harry couldn't say anything before you hung up the phone, but he still heard a small sniffle just as the call ended. He'd known he fucked up the minute the words were out of his mouth, no amount of stress or frustration about his writing process should ever be taken out on you, and he just did exactly that in the worst way possible.

"I gotta go," Harry said, stepping into the room where everyone else was waiting for him to return.

"There an emergency?" one of his producers asked. Harry never left a session early.

"Kind of—I mean yeah. It's an emergency, so I have to run. Probably won't be in the rest of the week."

Harry didn't stick around the studio very long. He quickly gathered his things and rushed out to his car. He called you the minute he was on the road, but you didn't pick up any of the times he called. Cursing under his breath, he stepped on the gas a little harder.

When he got home, you were lounging on the couch watching a movie. The house was dark, so he couldn't see your expression, but he knew you well, and the way you were curled up into a ball and huddled under a blanket meant you weren't happy.

"I should've said it back, I'm sorry."

You knew Harry had come into the house, but you weren't ready to look at him let alone speak to him. So you ignored your boyfriend, staring blankly at the movie playing on the TV.

All you'd wanted today was a two minute conversation with Harry. You knew he was pretty strict about his work life and home life, but his work life had been taking over recently, and you knew he could get wrapped up in writing and recording, and you loved how hard he worked, but you just wanted to hear his voice. You just wanted to tell him you loved him.

"I was a dick on the phone, and I know you like your space when you're angry, so...I'm home, and I want to talk, but when you're ready."

He sounded like a kid who'd been scolded. Rolling your eyes, you said, "I didn't want space, that was the whole point of me calling you."

"I know. I'm so sorry, baby. You were just trying to be nice and I was horrible. I never want to make you upset, but I did today, and...I can't apologize enough for that."

You knew you couldn't stay mad at him forever. Harry was an ass earlier, but you knew he didn't mean it, that it really was him getting caught up in his work. He snapped at you, and in a few weeks, you would probably snap at him, and months from now you might have a big argument. You were in a relationship, it wasn't always perfect.

"I brought something home to 'sweeten' the deal in case you're still on the fence about letting me onto that couch."

You and Harry had had little tiffs before, which meant both of you knew how to be forgiven faster. At the mention of sweets, you perked up, even if you were still a little upset. Still not looking at him, you said, "I have to see it first."

Harry was there in seconds, handing a little pastry box over to you. Your eyes landed on the logo printed on the box. "You went."

"Course. Had to get the best for my best girl."

"And it's—"

"Your favorite. Go on," he said, motioning for you to open it.

It was from the same bakery you mentioned earlier, the one where you and Harry met. It was out of the way of the studio, which meant he added about an extra thirty minutes to his drive home to get it. You took a piece of the pastry out with your fingers and popped it in your mouth. Your eyes closed for a moment, taking in not just the taste but all the memories that came with it.

When your eyes opened, Harry was looking at you expectantly. Scoffing, you told him, "Yeah fucking right. But you can join me on the couch."

"I'll take it," he said, quickly getting under your blanket so that you were pressed up against each other. He squeezed you tight, kissing your temple repeatedly while you enjoyed your apology-treat. "I love you," he mumbled. "I love, love, love you."

"Babe, don't distract me. I'm eating."

Harry chuckled. "Okay. I deserve that."

[ifangirlalot]

hiii, i just wanted to mention that i love your writing and if you could please write a finn smut with she/her pronouns? y/n and him could be actors and are working on stranger things together and they get hot and heavy in her trailer 20 minutes before shooting their scene, so someone knocks on the door and is asking if y/n's in there but finn doesn't stop ykyk doing his thing and so she's struggling to answer and this is such a long request im so sorry 😭😭😭

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

FINALLY AN ACTUAL PLOT TO WORK WITH! I love getting requests, but most of the time you guys just ask for smut/fluff with a character and don't give me any ideas as to what to include, so it takes me forever to actually write- But thank you Nonnie for your (thankfully specific) request!

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] p in v, dirty talk, kind of public sex, exhibitation (if you squint), clit rubbing, basically porn w/o plot bc this is literally just smut the whole way through

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[Finn's POV]

With the scene finished, I immediately grabbed [Name] by the collar of her shirt and yanked her into my trailer with me. I've been pent up all morning from her little tease fest during hair and makeup. She thought she was so fucking slick, sliding her skirt up to show more of her smooth thighs, letting her shirt skid off her shoulder to show some more skin. Well now she was going to show me every bit of skin on her body. Since she so clearly wanted to anyways.

"Finn! Jesus, what is your problem, we're shooting again in twe-" I cut off her words with my mouth as I gathered her wrists into my hands and held them against the door of my trailer, my other hand holding her hip firmly in place. I was hardly ever this forward and blunt, but sexual frustration was enough to make any man crumble into a heap of desperation and desire.

[Name] stopped mid-sentence, her words dissolving into a quiet groan as her lips parted against mine. Her hands twitched in my grip, but I didn't let them go. My lips hurried to her throat in a frenzy as my hand slid off her hip and gathered her hair into a ponytail in my fist so I could kiss her neck without her hair trying to strangle me. I tugged the makeshift ponytail and flicked my tongue over her soft skin, so tempted to make a hickey, but still having at least a shred enough of common sense to know that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave one now… at least, not on her neck.

After sucking a few small red marks that would disappear completely within a few minutes, I slid both of my hands to her waist and picked her up. Turns out being horny made me a little stronger than I was usually.. I slammed her body down on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her body down with mine.

"Jesus Finn, what has gotten into you today?" [Name] panted quietly, tilting her head back while my mouth continued its exploration of her neck.

"Like you don't know." I shot back, gently placing my hand on her neck and pulling her head closer. "You teased me this morning and I haven't forgotten. I'm horny [Name]. And you're gonna fix this issue for me." Before she replied, I moved my hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body, tossing it away into a faraway corner; it crumpled to the floor, forgotten for the moment. I felt around on her back until I found the clasp for her bra. I struggled for a moment, trying to get it free, but when I couldn't, I groaned in irritation and flipped her body over roughly. My hormones were running rampid in my body, I couldn't wait for much longer, and it felt like [Name]'s bra was purposefully trying to ruin it for me.

I finally got the damn thing unhooked and shot it away quickly, letting my hands wander over her breasts, my fingers rubbing her nipples. I moaned quietly under my breath as I moved my head down and let my tongue flick her nipples into my mouth. Her tit felt so good in my mouth, so full, so perfect, so soft.

[Name] moaned quietly, her body arching up in my hands as her her hands wandered into my mouth. She was down to her panties now and I was absolutely loving it. This morning, I woke up planning to wake up and go to work just like every other day, but now I was in [Name]'s trailer with her tit in my mouth and my hand down her panties rubbing circles into her swollen clit while she moaned helplessly under me. Life was fucking great.

I couldn't wait anymore. I needed her now. My cock was throbbing so hard and painfully against my jeans that I felt like it might actually explode if I didn't shove it into her tight, pink pussy right fucking now. I pulled my fingers out of her underwear and lapped up her sticky juices from my fingertips, my eyes meeting hers as she watched me, her eyebrows crinkled up in arousal and her chest heaving from my tease. She moaned and tilted her head back, hips pushing forward into mine.

I grabbed her lush hips in my hands and shoved them into the mattress, keeping her body pinned down as I used one hand to unhook my belt and yank my dick out. I tugged a condom packet out of my back pocket and ripped the foil wrapper with my teeth.

Oh yeah. I came prepared to fuck her dumb with my cock.

I rolled the condom onto my cock and moved down slowly, taking the elastic band of her panties between my teeth and moving them down slowly, my tongue darting out to kiss her wherever it could reach- her thighs, her hips, even the entrance of her pussy, as my teeth slowly moved her underwear down her perfect legs and around her ankles.

[Name] kicked them off and wrapped her arms around my back as I pushed myself between her legs, holding her thighs in place on my waist as I eased my dick into her, inch by inch. I pulled a hiss of pleasure between my teeth, slowly exhaling as her warm core welcomed me in. "Sssss.. ahh.. Fuck, good girl, that's it.."

A cracked moan left my lips as I thrusted my hips into her. I could hear the fap of my cock penetrating her wet hole over and over as she moaned loudly beneath me, shouting my name over and over. For the first time in a while, I felt confident.

"Oh god Finn, yes, yes! Oh god yes, fuck, fuck. fuuuuck!" [Name] moaned, spreading her legs wider, her mouth open wide in pleasure as her eyes rolled back in euphoric pleasure. I pummelled my hips forward again and again, my hand grabbing at the headboard to keep it from smashing against the wall again and again. There wasn't much I could do about the mattress and bedframe creaking underneath us as I fucked her, though.

A knock at the door. "[Name]?" a producer said, knocking once more. "Hey, you're up in about five minutes and you haven't gotten your hair fixed up yet."

[Name]'s eyes went wide with alarm as she looked at me. Oh, was she expecting me to stop? Right now? She was fucking insane, if she was. No fucking way was I stopping now.

I smirked mischieviously and pulled her hips taunt against mine, ravishing her body faster and harder. She was drooling now, cock-drunk from my blatant usage of her body.

Try talking now, I challenged her silently. Do it. I dare you.

"I-I.. nghhhh. I-I, fuck I'm s-sssss…." [Name]'s apology died on her tongue as I slammed my hips into her harder than before and she bit her lip hard to keep from making a noise.

"That's it, good girl, keep quiet. Don't make it obvious what's happening here." I taunted in her ear as I continued to fuck her forcefully. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel completely in the next few minutes.

The producer knocked again. "[Name]? Hello? What's going on in there, are you okay?"

Her eyes begged me for mercy, but I just smirked and continued doing my thing. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, letting me know she was close to cumming. I just smirked at her expectantly, waiting for her to let the producer know she was perfectly fine and would be out as soon as we were done. With noticeably shaky legs, might I add.

"Y-yes!" she screamed, panting heavily, but somehow managing not to moan. "I-I'll be out.. s-soon!"

My eyes were locked on her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust I made against her body.

The producer's footsteps receded and I smirked at her again, pushing my hips directly into her g-spot. [Name] moaned out before she could stop herself and her body shook desperately as she screamed out my name, her body emptying out every ounce of sweet, sweet cum. "Oh God, Fiiiiiiiiiiinn!"

I pushed my hips against hers a few more times before finally spilling into the condom with a load, throaty groan. I panted heavily, my body sticky with sweat as I rolled off her.

"I'm so fucking pissed at you." [Name] scolded breathlessly, but I could tell she wasn't really mad at me. She was more embarrassed than anything. I was sure I'd be embarrassed too, once the high from my orgasm wore off. But for now, I was cocky, smug, and pretty fucking proud of myself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure you are. Just hush and get your pretty little ass out there before they come looking for you again." I smirked and gave her a cheeky wink as she groaned and tossed a pillow at me, hurriedly shoving clothes back onto her body and running out, leaving me alone, cackling at her as I cleaned up after us.

[ravennaortiz]

Could I get 3 and 14 with Happy, please? I think he deserves someone to protect him for a change 💜 whether he likes it or not. Maybe angsty with a happy ending?

P.S. I love your works. I am always happy to see your posts! I haven't even watched Mayans yet (I don't know if I will. I got spoiled about what happens to Happy and I don't know if I can take it. He's my favorite.) but I still read the stories anyway. Keep up the awesomeness I will be around!

Thank you so much for your kind words! That means so much to me!

Oh no! I'm sorry that it was spoiled for you! Why don't we serve a little justice for Happy while we force him to let us protect him!

Prompt 3 Why did you save me & Prompt 14 Please, be okay. *I am so happy you paired these together!!!!*

The last few days had been a blur. You looked and felt like a zombie as you sat vigil next to the hospital bed of the only man you had ever truly loved. You blinked rapidly as the burning sensation of tears threatened to spill forth once more. Regret crushed you like waves in the ocean as you thought on how you had kept him a the distance. Looking over his prone body with tubes and lines going here and there and bruises that painted his skin you bowed your head as the tears trickled down. Please, be okay, you silently prayed.

You had never been very religious and always shook your head and rolled your eyes whenever you you heard or saw "thoughts and prayers" in the face of immense tragedy. You had become jaded over the years working in a Level 1 trauma hospital in a city riddled with violence. What does a prayer do to repair the damage done by bullets that ripped through the brain and body? How does a thought help revive the baby you are fruitlessly performing CPR on after it was abused for the only crime of crying?

A hand on your shoulder had you jumping and grabbing for your pistol. "Easy Lass" soother Chibs as he put his hands up. "Just coming to check in and see if I can get you to go home and get some rest" he continued as he sat in the empty chair on Happy's other side. "I wanna be here when he wakes up" you stated firmly as you wiped your tears away. Chibs nodded in understanding and the two of you sat silently each lost in your own thoughts.

"Did you use your own gun?" asked Chibs quietly as he kept his eyes glued to Happys face. You tensed slightly. You knew it was only a matter of time before word of the two dead Mayans made it back to Charming. "Yes" you replied looking down at the hands that had went from saving lives to taking lives so easily. You hadn't even thought of the danger you would be in nor did you care. They had hurt your Happy and you couldn't let them live. Chibs sighed as he rubbed his face. "Tig and I will take care of it going forward" he stated firmly waiting for you to nod before looking back to Happy.

*1 week later*

"Lay back down" you scolded for the hundredth time as you gently pushed Happy back onto the couch. The scowl on his face would have most people melting into a puddle but you just simply crossed your arms. "You're not a nice nurse. Kind of shitty to be honest" muttered Happy as he pulled the blanket back up pouting slightly. "Maybe don't be a shitty patient and I'd be a better nurse" you snapped back with a smirk as you handed him a glass of water and his medication.

Happy rolled his eyes to hide his smile. Once he took his medicine he grabbed your hand as you went to take the glass from him. "Why did you save me? I'm a killer, what happened to me was deserved" he questioned his eyes piercing your soul. "Because I'm in love with you" you replied with a gentle smile. "You deserve to be saved forever" you added before leaning down and kissing him.

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[wavypotatochips]

Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

Word Count : 1.9K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are at a fancy event, dressed to the nines and enjoying the ambiance. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a few glances directed your way, but you pay them no mind. Kylian, however, seems to be picking up on the attention and starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I don't like the way those guys are looking at you. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else checking you out."

His possessiveness and jealousy may have been toxic to other people, but you always found it attractive. You say, "Baby, you know I only have eyes for you," as your cheeks grow darker and you put your palm on his chest. He nods in agreement, but that doesn't imply he enjoys seeing other men eyeball you. Your body, including your contours and face, is all his. He is also not the kind of person who takes pleasure in sharing.

As the night progresses, you and Kylian are having a good time together, and he eventually excuses himself to use the restroom. 

While Kylian is away, you spot a male friend of yours, Alex, across the way. You wave and he makes his way over to you.

"Hey Y/N! I didn't know you were going to be here," Alex greets you with a smile.

"Hey Alex! Yeah, Kylian and I decided to come last minute. How about you?"

"I'm here with some friends. You know how it is," he chuckles.

You both continue to chat and laugh, catching up on each other's lives since you last saw each other. However, as Kylian returns, you notice his demeanor change. He walks towards you both with an intense look in his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Kylian says as he reaches you. His gaze shifts to Alex, and his tone becomes tense. "Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Alex. He's a friend of mine from college," you reply, hoping to ease Kylian's jealousy.

Kylian's eyes narrow as he looks between you and Alex. "I see," he says curtly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alex. But Y/N and I were just leaving."

Alex nods and backs away, sensing the tension. You watch as he disappears into the crowd before turning to face Kylian, who is still looking at you with a dark expression.

"What was that about?" you ask, trying to understand what set him off.  Kylian grabs your hand and begins to drag you outside in the parking lot.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and I already gave you a warning when we first arrived here so now I feel as if you need a reminder," Kylian replies, his voice low and tight.

You're doing your best to keep up with him, your breath quickening as your heartbeat pounds loudly from anxiety and excitement. "Kylian, we were just catching up. "He's just a friend," you say, attempting to persuade  him.

Kylian's jaw clenches as he opens the passenger door for you, not answering your initial statement. "Get in there and buckle up."

You sigh slightly as you move into the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt. 

Of course, you obey him and remain quiet. You know you're going to be punished when you get home, and even though you don't like getting punished, you can't help but be excited about what's to come.

As you both drive home, he stays quiet, lost in thought. Upon reaching home, he steps out of the car and walks around to your side, opening the door for you in a chivalrous gesture. Gratefully, you take his hand and he guides you inside your shared abode.

He draws you close after stepping inside, wraps his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against the door. He presses his lips against yours with delicate desire, savoring the intimate moment. You sigh against his lips, and he inserts his fingers deeper into your hips, prompting you to whine. He lowers his hand, lifts your dress, and begins to stroke you through your panties.  He kisses you once on the lips and then starts kissing you all the way down to your neck. He licks and nibbles on your neck as he continues to play with you through your panties. 

"I think you forgot something, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin before raising his head to speak in your ear and slipping your panties to the side, feeling how wet you are already for him, putting two fingers inside you as he continues, "You are mine."  You gasp at the sensation of fast pleasure, gripping the door knob as your leg trembles slightly. 

“K-Ky-”

"I don't remember ever telling you to talk."

He inserts another finger, causing you to gasp loudly and almost collapse if it weren't for his hand remaining wrapped around your waist. Kylian smirks at your reaction, kissing you on the lips one more time before removing himself from you. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

He smiles at you with desire before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulder, prompting you to squeal as he rushes to the bedroom.

Once into the bedroom, he places you on the bed and immediately climbs over you. As he lays in between your legs, your legs are forced to open up. You can feel his bulge against your needy cunt even if he's wearing dress pants. "Y/N, can you feel what you've done to me?" He pulls your hair with his hand, forcing you to look up at him and briefly bites his bottom lip, "You look so pretty underneath me right now," he says seductively. He then presses his lips hungrily against yours. You moan against the kiss that has turned on more than you expected, lust and need coursing through your veins as you crave him. As you open your mouth to let his tongue explore inside, his lips feel so good against yours. You want him to devour you, take hold of you.

He breaks away from the kiss, stepping away from you as he rapidly removes his shirt and undoes his pants. You swiftly remove your dress and bra while lying on the bed. You're still wearing your panties and high heels. As you were going to undo your high heels with the tie leg design, Kylian presses you back on your back, now only in his boxers. "No, leave them on." They look good on you." He smirks as he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs open. He licks his lips at the sight of your crimson lace underwear, which barely cover your cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me, Y/N. Your body knows who owns it,” he traces his finger over your abdomen. “Kylian please,” you beg as you look up at him feeling needy. “Please what?,” he questions as he leans over you, pressing his hard bulge against your panties. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Use your words.”

“ I want you inside of me. Please, fuck me,” you beg. And that was enough to make Kylian snap.

Kylian gets off of you and stands up at the side of the bed. He slips your panties off and raises one of your legs, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He pulls his boxers down, letting his aching cock to slam up against his belly button. He grabs it and rubs it along your slit, lubricating it with your fluids. "Let me remind you of who you belong to."

He rams himself into you without spending any more time. You exhale a loud gasp, arching your back against his body as he thrusts in and out of you. As he pushes you down onto him, he has one hand on your waist and the other on your leg. He groans as he sees your boobs bounce up and down, his body becoming even more turned on by the pleasurable expressions on your face. "Remember this the next time a guy tries to talk to you," he moans, thrusting harder into you. Because the sensation is so great, you can barely form words or see straight. Your entire body is on fire, and you feel like crying from how fantastic he is making you feel. "Y/N, tell me who owns you….Who does this pretty pussy belong to?" he demands as he pants. Your head is still on cloud nine, and you can hardly hear him as you grip the covers firmly. The only sounds coming from the bedroom are your pleasurable cries, his moans, and the clapping sound of your bodies colliding with the push. “Say it, Y/N. NOW.”  He removes his hand from your hip and moves down to rub your clit as he continues to thrust, your body trembling from the feeling. “Y-YOU Kylian YOU OWN ME! ONLY YOU!,” you cry out making him groan and continue to fasten his pace. 

 Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a few more seconds, did your body begin to tremble harshly- hinting at an orgasm quickly approaching,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he pushes your leg down and grabs both of your hips,lifting your body from the bed slightly as he continues to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy.  As he begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “You are so gorgeous my love, I love hearing you cry for me. Your body is mine,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You are all mine… only mine,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian Im all yours! Only yours!,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly and cumming inside of you as well. He thrusts slowly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “You are such a good girl for me. MY good girl,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. You love feeling his cock pump all of his cum in you,after all, you are his.

Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. “Fuck…..,” he grumbles as he collapses against you.

You just had the best sex with Kylian….. you can't even feel the heels on your feet right now. You don't even mind that his cum is flowing outside of you. You're exhausted, but you can't help but think about next time, you should intentionally get him mad to feel his possessive sex again. 

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, can you allow me to confess something here? Sorry in advance for the long ask.

I'm in my mid-thirties and Jimin is my forever bias because I see my story in him. When I was younger I used to love singing. I had a beautiful voice with a very wide range, sang in a choir, was even invited to sing for pay when I was 9 years old. I'd sing everywhere and it was my best hobby. I couldn't imagine not singing. I wrote songs in my diary and would sing them to a few friends. But I didn't train my voice. I didn't even know that was something people did. It just seemed like a natural talent I had. By the time I entered college, I noticed my singing range had shrunk. While in school I didn't have many chances to sing in bands and sharing a room with classmates made it hard to sing. By the time college was over, my voice had nearly completely left me. I'd try to sing, but it wouldn't sound right and it would hurt. I started getting more and more self conscious and my confidence has taken a big hit. I try not to remember what I used to sound like in my teens and have made the best of my singing voice now. I know vocal aging happens to everybody, especially people who overuse their voices too early, but it doesn't lessen the silent inferiority I feel. I still sing as a hobby but can only do so in a smaller range though I still haven't gotten vocal training which is expensive for my lifestyle time-wise.

In 2020 I got into BTS through BE album. The voice on Fly to my Room sounded very unnatural, like a fairy and I gravitated to it immediately. I learned it belonged to Jimin and going back in time through BTS albums, the change in voice was jarring. I know this change was deliberate by him based on what I know about singing style and technique. Jimin has been getting regular voice training for some time now. But changes like that come at a cost. When I see him be a little unsure, I recognize the feeling too.

When you said Jimin is your best vocal in BTS, I fell a little in love with you. The way you explained his voice tells me you might intuitively understand all the changes both he and me have made. I'm assuming a lot of things but I just want to say thank you for loving his beautiful defiant voice. He might not be your bias, but I don't see even Jimin biases talk about his vocals the way you do. Jimin inspires me to keep singing and to love my voice in every way. Can you pls talk about this vocals through the years if possible somehow?

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Hi Anon,

No worries about the long ask. I'll try to keep my response a bit shorter (though I'm hardly ever successful at that so we'll see lol).

Thank you for sharing what you did, and I doubt you're alone in having that experience.💜 I'm not really sure where I'm going with this reply yet, but I want to start with one fact:

Jimin has always had an unusual tone to his voice.

I'm not a vocal coach or anything so I probably can't explain this properly, but the first time I heard Jimin sometime in 2013, his tone reminded me of a teen rock singer, but not really... like if you combined Pink's voice with Justin Beiber's (say whatever you like about the guy but he's got good tone and knows how to use it), and then added something else. Something... metallic and throaty - just a hint of it.

Like if Brandi Carlile was a teen boy from Busan with a slight lisp and no vocal training.

At the time I didn't take much note of it, but over the years, his vocal tone and the way he's deliberately manipulated it into what's evolved to today - distinctly Jimin but akin to a merger of Taka, Mitch, and Tyler Joseph's voices, has cemented Jimin as one of my favourite singers.

Jimin's voice has always been unusual for k-pop. It was true in 2013, 2015, 2018, 2020, and it's true today, and all you need to confirm this is listen to any record from that time and compare it with anything else. For example, you can compare his vocals in his cover of Perfect Man with the vocals in the original (SM-trained vocalists).

[BTS devoured, but Jimin is a completely different beast here. You can listen to other covers as well. Nobody sounds like Jimin.]

I believe you're right about how his initial lack of training combined with the stylistic choices he pursues (which are difficult to execute sometimes as main dancer), has impacted his confidence over the years. But I don't think Jimin is insecure about his vocals the way he used to be years back. BigHit failed to provide support in 2012/13, but he's been steadily getting training at his request since at least 2017. You put Jimin on a song and that man will sing. He might not have the best technical proficiency, and there’s always room for improvement of course, but he's more than good enough.

Criticism of vocals, both fair and unfounded, is something that has always been thrown at Jimin. Like I've said before, his voice tone is already unusual in k-pop, and so people raised on/used to the k-pop way of singing (usually defined by coaches at SM who have saturated the industry for decades), have never really known how to think of him as a vocalist within the k-pop paradigm. I mean, even back then when his tone wasn't as stylized as it is now, people couldn't really place his voice, and now I often hear some complain about how oddly piercing he sounds sometimes.

But that's exactly one of many things I find addictive in Jimin's vocals. He is very much a rock vocalist, and likely will always be, so I hope he gets more opportunities to flaunt and obliterate the expectations of what a male vocalist from Korea should sound like.

Basically, I want more of Set Me Free Pt 2.

On Set Me Free Pt 2, he ratchets up that metallic quality to sound completely unhuman. It's like all the criticisms about vocals completely lose meaning when the voice isn't even trying to sound human-like. It's perverse and subversive.

A decade’s worth of criticism on his vocals, on that song he said fuck it all.

Like... Jesus.

I inject that song into my veins every. single. day.

I need Jimin to fuck it all to hell, one more time in 2023, for my sanity.

I need him to be his full inhuman self, to render me speechless and senseless with his vocals and I'm not even fronting. In fact, thank you for telling me you like how I talk about his vocals, because most times I'm toning down how I feel, what his voice does to me.

Anyway, I occasionally see people concerned for his voice, k-pop stans who think he can't sing, and I could not give a shit if you paid me to. Like, please give me the voice cracks, give me the tight high notes, give me that shit. I listen to Aretha Franklin, Rod Stewart, Beck, Stevie Nicks, Pink, Taka, Nina the goddess, Ray Charles, Brandi... like please, Jimin has great company. He's beyond the precise, predictable, and formulaic singing done in k-pop and mainstream pop. In my fucking opinion.

Anyway, I hear what you're saying about the difference in voice between Fly to my Room and say, Jump. I hear the fear in your ask. But Jimin is still more than capable of creating the voice from their earlier years. His voice has changed, yes, but it's matured too. For example, the way he sounds in that Perfect Man cover, is very similar to how he sounds in Face Off, IMO. The only difference is his tone is somehow more delicate, expressive, and intentional.

Lol oh lord I've rambled.

Okay, some clips of my faves from him, for kicks.

One of my all time favourite Jimin vocals, what I consider to be the epitome of pop/rock vocals by BTS, is his voice in Danger.

(MMA 2019 gave us so many gems)

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Then there's Jimin in Magic Shop. His brightness and clarity of voice is really heard at 1:17.

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And because this post is kinda long already, here's Alone.

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Anon, please keep singing. Your voice is the one thing you should never surrender. Jimin will keep singing too.

Thanks for stopping by. :)

[nextinline-if]

i'll love you forever if you do that short "fake make-out" thingy but with Felix

Okay, I was going to do another one last night but I got tired and went to bed early. I did try to think of a scenario though. I'm really bad at those so sorry this one isn't the best? lmao

Felix (Felix initiated)

Someone taps your shoulder and you turn to see a group of three. You take a sip of your mug before placing it down. "Hmm?"

One of them leans in close, "Hey, you're that royal, aren't ya?"

You shrug, trying to stay calm but more people are turning to look. And it's not concern in their eyes. They're glaring at you, they've got disgust in their gazes. As if you need to be held accountable for things you haven't done.

The person sitting next to you slams their mug down before standing up. Felix.

He draws you up from your seat while continuing to glare at the people who interrupted you. "Turn around and go back to your seat," his icy voice commands.

The one who spoke previously steps closer to Felix. "I dare ya to repeat that."

Felix glances over at you and before you know it, he's pushed you toward the door. Your brows furrow. "What are you - "

Felix's right hand smashes into the guy's face, sending the man reeling. It all happens in only a few seconds and then Felix is running toward you, grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the door.

"Felix - "

"No time, just run."

Your legs burn as they beat down on the ground again and again. Shouts fill the streets and torches dim the darkness. You don't dare look behind. You swallow, nervousness causing you to stumble. Felix notices and stops, pulling you into an alcove. The voices inch closer, the shadows of the light winding their way to you.

"You okay?" Felix holds your head in his hands, looking over you.

"Fine," you whisper, unsure if that will be true in a few minutes. "Why did you punch him?" You can't help but glare at him, annoyance coursing through you.

Felix runs a hand through his hair. "I saw him reaching for his knife. I thought he might..." He struggles to finish his sentence.

You suck in a breath. "Oh," you mumble, thinking back to the way they seemed to be looking for a fight.

Footsteps come closer and your gaze flits to the street.

"Hey," Felix draws your attention. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

"What is it?"

He bites his lip. "Don't get mad," he replies.

"Why would I get mad?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

He gently pushes you against the wall and you stare at him with wide eyes. "Felix, why would I get mad?"

"Because I need to kiss you." He doesn't break eye contact but he seems to be waiting for your response.

"Kiss me?" you're not sure why but your heart speeds up.

He leans closer, breath tickling your face. "Will you let me?"

"You're asking?"

He tilts his head. "Of course. I'll figure something else out if you're really that opposed..."

You can hear the mob turning the corner.

"Shut up and kiss me then!" you hiss.

Felix doesn't hesitate any longer, shifting so you are hidden from the opening behind him. Your eyes flit closed as his lips meet yours. The way he kisses you is somehow soft but urgent. Your hand moves to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You don't miss the quiet moan from his lips.

You can feel the warmth of the mob's torches but you don't dare open your eyes. Your heart is racing and you can't decipher whether it's from Felix's stupidly perfect plan or because you aren't sure it's actually going to work.

A moment later, Felix brushes his thumb across your cheek before pulling away. "They're gone," he whispers, still close.

You open your eyes and take a breath. "What now?"

Felix starts to smirk but it somehow only ends up as a soft smile. You watch him with hesitation. His usual flirtatious demeanor is nowhere in sight.

"Now, I get you back to the safety of the castle. After all, I'm sure you're already plotting some way to make me pay for this." He chuckles to himself.

You don't respond as you follow him. Too many conflicting thoughts.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 6/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma

Chapter Six: When I Grow Up

When Bruce woke up, Jason was gone. He had no idea how old Jason was, so he rushed to Jason's old apartment in his pajamas. Bruce didn't take the time to get dressed out of fear that something had happened to Jason. When he arrived, Jason sat in the apartment, shaking from the cold and smoking a cigarette. His pajamas still had the tags on them. Jason's eyes were half-closed as he mumbled something to himself. "Jason," Bruce called

"I won't be small forever... And by then, he'll be old," Jason mumbled. He hadn't heard Bruce at all.

"Jason, put that cigarette-."

Jason looked at the ceiling. His hair was cut in an entirely different style, and his bangs were unkempt, hanging in his eyes, nearly obscuring the bruises and cuts that covered his face. "How old are you?" Bruce questioned. Jason took another puff of his cigarette and blew smoke out his mouth and nose. He winced and coughed. Bruce crouched down, tapped Jason's foot, and jerked backward, blocking a punch. "How old are you?" Bruce raised his voice.

"I'm eight," Jason answered as he stepped on his cigarette. "Sorry... My hearing's not that great right now. I got out of the ER yesterday."

Jason looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Jason, can I get a good look at your face?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded, and Bruce pushed Jason's bangs out of the way. The only other time Jason looked that terrible was when he died. Jason wrung his hands to stop the shaking. "Shaken up?"

"My dad's in jail... What do you think?" Jason snapped. "What are you doing here? Aren't you rich?"

"I'm visiting a friend," Bruce replied as he examined each cut and bruise. They were starting to heal, so it'd been a few days since he was beaten. "Is Catherine here?" Bruce had to lie to convince Jason that he was safe.

Jason shook his head. "She's hurting... Bad... So, she's gone to get better at a friend's," Jason replied. He turned his face away. Bruce sighed. "So, you know my mom?"

Bruce nodded. "She wanted me to come and get you while she's away. She was worried about you being alone," Bruce lied. Bruce stood up and offered Jason a hand. Jason winced and stumbled forward into Bruce's arm. "It's okay... I got you." Jason held onto Bruce's arm, trying to steady himself. He gave in, making a soft noise of defeat.

"I'm sorry... I need to sit down," Jason mumbled. Bruce helped him down, making sure he didn't hit his head. "I wanted to find my mom... I haven't-. I can't-. I'm too dizzy."

"What happened?" Bruce asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Jason mumbled.

"I thought you said you got out of the ER yesterday. They shouldn't have-."

"They didn't release me... I said I got out," Jason mumbled. Bruce sighed.

"Wanna ride on my back? I'm gonna take you to get something to eat," Bruce offered. Jason nodded. Bruce carried Jason on his back to the car, and they went through the drive-thru. "Jason? I'm not with the police or anything... I genuinely want to know what happened to you."

"Everybody thinks my dad did this to my face... Dad didn't do this," Jason defended, "He's in jail because of what he did to the guy that did this..."

Jason was being honest. "I'm sorry for assuming the same thing... Jason, who did that to your face?" Bruce asked as Jason dug into his fries. "Actually, I have a more pressing question. When's the last time you had a full meal?"

"I dunno... I woke up somewhere weird this morning, so it could've been a day... Maybe two?" Jason answered. Bruce frowned. "Did I say thank you?"

"It's alright," Bruce whispered. Jason stopped eating and turned to Bruce.

"No, no... It's not okay. I-. Thank you," Jason whispered.

"You're very welcome. Jason, can we go back to my first question? Who hurt you?" Bruce asked.

"Some guy said my parents owed him money, and he started beating me up... Then, my dad showed up and started hitting the guy with a baseball bat," Jason explained, "My dad coulda taken the guy's head off, but he didn't. And we can't bail him out because he was already on parole for something else... And his PO's a real doofus."

"A doofus?" Bruce grinned. Jason nodded. "Guess there are worse things you could've called him. Do you and your dad typically get on alright?"

"Sure... I mean, he's not perfect... Nobody is, but he loves me a whole lot. I know he can be mean sometimes, but he woulda left a long time ago if he didn't want me," Jason replied, "He didn't have a dad around growing up. He promised me it'd be different."

"So, you love him?" Bruce asked.

"Of course I do," Jason replied.

Bruce rustled a hand through Jason's curls while Jason ate. "Are you still hungry?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. Bruce could tell Jason wanted to cry but wouldn't allow himself to. "It's okay to be upset, Jason."

Jason turned his head. "Stop it," Jason warned as he screwed up his face. "Stop it." He hit the heel of his palms against his legs as he tried to stop his tears from falling. Bruce realized those words were self-directed.

"Hey, c'mere," Bruce whispered. Jason shook his head. "It's okay... No one's mad at you for crying." Jason wiped his tears away.

"If I keep crying like this, he's not gonna wanna come home," Jason mumbled, "I gotta be tougher."

"Sometimes the toughest thing you can do is let yourself cry it out," Bruce whispered as tears streamed down his cheeks. Jason hugged him.

"Why are you crying?" Jason muttered.

"Because I might've been too hard on my little boy," Bruce whispered. Jason let go and wiped his eyes. "You okay?"

"Mhm... Can I still have another burger?" Jason mumbled. Bruce chuckled and nodded.

"You can have whatever you want," Bruce smiled.

[theresawritesstuff]

Prompt - Midge finds out she's pregnant after her night with Lenny in the blue room.

She'd had this feeling she couldn't shake for the better part of a week. Nothing monumental or show stopping or obvious, just…Something. An intuition. 

One she hadn't been truly sure of until the moment she saw him standing in that empty hallway. Bound for California…

Still, they made small talk. She held her tongue. 

They were already leaving things unsaid that were much more certain than this. He had enough on his plate…

"Okay…You take care."

He turned to go, bag in hand. Off to make a life for himself on the west coast for who knows how long. Maybe forever.

She should let him go. She should…

"I think I'm pregnant," she heard herself say.

He turned back, not sure he heard her right. "What?"

"It's early," she told him quickly, the words tumbling from her mouth or their own free will. "I-I haven't even been to the doctor yet to confirm anything but I just…" She let out a shaky breath. "Christ. And now you've got a plane to catch and a lease and–" 

"Wait…" He strode back to meet her at her side, processing. "You're saying it's…"

"Yours," she confirmed. "Yeah…"

He nodded, looking a little pale as he covered his lip with his finger. "You're sure? That I'm…"

"There hasn't been anyone else in a long time so…"

"Wow…" He puffed out a breath, glancing at the terminal anxiously. "Um–"

"I'm sorry. I know it's terrible timing. I shouldn't have said anything but–"

"But we don't call?" he offered a little sadly, turning her own words back on her.

She deserved that. 

She hadn't been expecting a call from him after the way things ended at Carnegie, after she'd screwed up so astronomically. 

Doesn't mean she hadn't wanted him to…

"We probably could have made an exception," she replied, attempting for light-hearted and not quite succeeding.

Lenny nodded. "Probably. Still, a guy likes to hear this sort of news in person when he can."

A tinny voice announcing the start of boarding for his flight to Los Angeles echoed off the walls around them, intermingling with the quiet strains of their song on the radio…

Lenny exhaled a sigh. "Look just…wait here. Okay?" 

"Lenny." She knew she couldn't ask him to stay. That it wasn't fair to spring this on him like this. It wasn't fair to either of them.

"Just…wait. Please," he begged.

She nodded quietly. "Okay."

She'd always had a hard time saying no to him when he said please.

He got a flight attendant to help him retrieve his checked suitcase from the luggage, a pink baggage tag hanging brightly against the handle.

"You didn't have to do that," she told him when he returned, even if she was grateful he had.

"I'll catch the next one," he replied.

"Is there anyone you need to call? Let them know you'll be late?" she wondered.

"I'll call my mother later," he promised. "But we should talk first."

"I suppose we should," she admitted.

"Bar? Not for you but–"

She held up a hand mercifully. "I get it. Bar is fine."

They made their way to a quiet corner of the airport lounge in hesitant silence.

He pulled out her barstool for her, treating her with kid gloves.

"Thanks," she gave him a smile, hoping to hide her nerves.

God this sort of thing had been so much easier to talk about when she had a ring on her finger and a ten year plan carefully laid out.

He took the barstool next to her, ordering a whiskey for himself and a club soda for her, tapping the bar nervously as they waited.

"So," he ventured. "Pregnant?"

"'fraid so," she murmured.

He took a moment, letting them both come to terms with it.

"Haven't you got a rocky history with that word on stage?" he teased finally.

She laughed despite everything. "Maybe they'll give me a few extra seconds if it's my own condition I'm talking about."

"Maybe," he conceded, downing a bit of his drink. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. Fine. Really good actually. No nausea or anything like that yet."

He nodded quietly. "Okay. Well that's something. Otherwise I'd feel like a real schmuck."

"I'm sorry for dropping this on you," she told him genuinely.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "Pretty sure I'm the one who asked to see your corset that night. We both had a hand in…well, you know."

"I do," she replied, smiling softly as she stirred her straw idly around her glass. "At least it was a memorable night."

"I aim to please."

He looked down at the bar.

"How um…how far along would you guess you are?"

"Not very. They actually start tracking from when your last cycle was instead of from the actual doing of the deed, so…about a month?" she guessed, belatedly realizing what she was admitting to. "Too much information?"

Lenny chuckled. "I think we're passed that point, Midge."

She shrugged. "Just wasn't sure how squeamish you were."

"I'm not," he assured her.

He took another fortifying swig from his glass.

"So…what do you want to do?" he wondered hesitantly.

Midge blew out a breath, giving it some thought. "We could try calling?  I've heard a few positive remarks on the concept. And you could visit if you want or I could come out to California, at least while it's still okay to fly." She fiddled with the edge of her sleeve as she second guessed herself. "Or I could send pictures if you'd rather we just…"

She trailed off, noting the tender, bewildered look in his eyes.

"What?" 

"Nothing," he shook his head. "I just assumed you wouldn't…You want to have this baby? My child? Our…"

He swallowed, struggling to find the words. "That's something you want?"

"Well the timing isn't ideal but…yes," she admitted.

"You're sure."

"Yes," she replied.

"There might be a little Lenny Jr running around making your apartment a mess, ruining your wallpaper in the not exactly distant future, and you're on board with that?" he asked again, a fond sort of smile creeping into his expression.

She shrugged. "There are worse things."

Lenny smiled, sipping his drink slowly. "Yeah I suppose there are. Timing isn't exactly ideal but…"

"But…" Midge agreed.

He turned towards her cautiously, considering his words carefully. "I don't mean to sound indelicate, but what about your career?"

"I've got two other kids at home, what's one more?" she quipped dismissively.

He gave her a look. "Midge."

"It's fine, Lenny. I'm not exactly new to juggling motherhood with stand up. I'll figure something out," she assured him. "I'm not gonna blow it. I promise."

He reached over, putting a hand over hers atop the bar. 

"We'll figure something out," he corrected. "And I'm going to hold you to that promise."

She squeezed his hand gently. "I appreciate that, really. But I'm not trying to make you feel like your on the hook or that you're obligated to–"

"Miriam," he said, looking at her fully. "As the mother of my future child, please give me a little bit more credit."

She felt a flush creep across her skin at the sound of her full name on his lips. 

"Okay," she agreed quietly.

He nodded, removing his hand from hers. "Good."

She sipped her drink, averting her eyes towards the bar. 

"I don't think you've ever called me Miriam before," she informed him.

"No?" he asked curiously.

"No." She shook her head, glancing up at him. "...It was kind of hot."

He put a hand over his mouth to hide a very bad smile. 

"Something to keep that in mind for next time, I suppose," he replied.

She arched a questioning brow at his confidence in a next time, laughing to herself.

"What?" he chuckled. "I can't exactly knock you up any more than I already have now, can I? Wouldn't hurt to make the best of it."

Midge smirked, stirring the ice in her drink. 

"That depends. Do twins run in your family?"

"Not that I'm aware of," he replied. "You?"

"No." She smiled, feeling more at ease with their old patter back.

After a moment she admitted, "You know. If this sort of thing had to happen, I'm glad it was with you."

"Yeah? Why's that?" he wondered.

She swallowed, wetting her lips.

"Because no one else has ever made me feel like you did that night. Made me feel cared for in that way."

"You mean when I hooked your leg over my–"

"Not that." She swatted at his shoulder lightly as they received a sidelong glance from the bartender.

Lenny smirked, looking rather pleased with himself as he arched a contradictory brow in her direction.

"Okay yes, also that," she conceded, keeping her voice hushed. "But I meant after. When you held me just to hold me. It was…it was really nice."

"I concur," he murmured. "At least until the slow runners called."

"And I found that bag in your bathroom."

He nodded, growing somber.

"Right. That."

"Is all really well?" she asked gently. "I know I didn't handle bringing it up well last time but I need to know, given that you knocked me up and all…Are you okay?"

She reached out to retake his hand in hers.

He turned his palm over, lacing their fingers.

"I'm working on it," he replied eventually. 

"Well if there's anything I can do to–"

"There isn't really," he informed her softly. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

She nodded quietly. "We can talk about it another time. Now what about that pack of lawyers of yours? What are we dealing with there?"

"Midge, this wasn't supposed to be a talk about my problems," he reminded her.

"Too bad," she replied, hopping off the barstool to dig one of his files out of the bag at her feet. 

"Miriam," he admonished, lowering the timber of his voice as he slid around her to get the file.

"Nice try," she smirked, flipping it open on the bar, glancing over what appeared to be a billing statement of some sort.

"Jesus Christ Lenny, are you really paying these guys that much?"

He shrugged, slumping back into his bar stool in defeat. "It's either that or face some options I'd care for even less."

Midge shook her head. "You're getting ripped off."

"You know your way around a courtroom better than I do?" he wondered incredulously.

"I know a guy. Mike Kessler. He'll charge you way less than these vultures and he's good. Better than good. You should call him. I might have his number in my purse actually."

"Midge, I've got a lot more charges against me than just saying a few naughty things to a crowd in the Village," he reminded her.

"And flashing my tits. Allegedly," she corrected with a smirk.

He blinked at the image. "I think I missed that."

"You were waiting for me out front. We just didn't know it yet," she replied, pulling the card in question from her purse.

She placed it against his chest, holding her hand over his heart. "Call him. I'll put in a good word," she insisted.

He shook his head, lifting her chin with the crook of his index finger to kiss her.

She was more than happy to oblige, letting herself get pulled in by his embrace, her eyes drifting shut.

"Thank you," he replied when their lips parted, holding the business card between his fingers, pocketing it pointedly. "Now back to why we're really here."

"You've still got the lease and the daughter out in California," she reminded him.

"Kitty," he informed her.

She smiled. "Kitty. That's a sweet name."

"Thanks. She's a sweet kid. Yours are…"

"Ethan and Esther," she answered.

"Right," Lenny nodded. "Are they in school?"

"Ethan just started kindergarten this year." 

"So did Kitty."

Midge couldn't help but notice the proud little spark in his eyes at that.

"How long's the lease?" she wondered.

"Six months. At least to start had been the plan."

She nodded to herself. "We can work with that."

"Maybe Kitty and I could come visit over Hanukkah," he ventured.

"I'd like that," Midge beamed.

"Me too."

Lenny smirked to himself, finishing the last of his drink, setting it aside.

"God, I feel like I should be offering to buy you a ring. Getting down on one knee to make an honest woman of you or some shit," he admitted, pulling some money for their drinks from his wallet.

Midge let out a laugh. "Well how could a girl say no when you put it like that?"

His eyes searched hers, looking for an answer to the question he hadn't quite asked.

"I don't need you to propose, Lenny," she replied gently. "Not right now. I…"

She let out a breath. "I don't want you to marry me just because you think it's the right thing to do."

"I can think of a few other reasons," he drawled, placing the money on the bar.

She shook her head. "I need to know that if you propose it's because you love me. First and foremost."

He nodded, getting to his feet slowly.

His hand came to cradle her cheek as he looked into her eyes, taking her hand in his other and bringing it to his lips tenderly.

"First and foremost," he promised.

He exhaled a sigh as the clock on the wall caught his eye.

"You need to go," she guessed.

He nodded, his thumb tracing circles across her hand, reluctant to let go.

"Promised Kitty I'd be home for her birthday. Should probably try to make good on that."

"Lucky girl."

He smiled softly, gathering his things.

"I'll call you when I get settled. Promise."

"Okay," she agreed, getting to her feet. "I guess I'll keep you posted on what my OB has to say."

"Please do."

"Not exactly how you expected your afternoon to go, hm?" she teased.

"One could say that."

She took him in in that moment, memorizing the lines in his face, the light in his eyes. 

She'd never expected Lenny. Her whole life she'd made careful plans for herself but she'd never once expected him. Never thought to imagine that someone like him would drop into her life, become one of her dearest friends and steadfast supporters. Never expected him to slowly steal her heart along the way.

Was it any wonder that an unexpected pregnancy after a night spent in his arms felt strangely right, even now with the cards stacked against them?

"We'll figure it out," she promised. 

He nodded, gathering his things in hand, a little bit of hope in his eyes that hadn't been there at the start of this.

"See you at Hanukkah?" 

"Can't wait."

She watched him walk away, still bound for the west coast. But this time it wasn't a goodbye.

It was the start of something much better.

[crystalsnow95z]

I got 23 drafts that are only halfway finished because I just don't like them and can't bring myself to post them, so I'm going to just type without looking back and post the results. This method worked before I'll just use it again

I asked my friend to choose a number and they chose 2. That makes Yoongi our sickie.

Sickie: Yoongi with flu (emeto warning)

Caretaker: Jin and a bit of Hobi

"Everyone be careful, it's icy here.." Namjoon warns when his foot slips, using Jungkook to catch himself.

"Aiish!" Yoongi tries to quickly grab Jimin to steady himself, but both boys fall to the ground.

"Yoongi, jiminah are you okay?" Jin offers his hands to help them up, pulling Jimin to his feet.

Jimin grabs Jin's hand, but Yoongi doesn't make any move to get up. Eyes screwed shut with pain.

"Yeah, just a sore bottom.." Jimin says rubbing his bottom. "But Yoongi-hyung.. are you okay?"

"Hyung are you hurt?" Hoseok bends down to check on him, helping him sit up slowly.

"No, I'm okay..i just fell on my..back..it..just knocked the..wind out of..me..I'll be okay.." Yoongi says breathlessly, wincing when he sits up, reaching for Hoseok's out reached hand.

"Your hands are freezing hyung.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing them between his. "What happened to your gloves?"

"I couldn't find my gloves. It's just that I touched the snow when i fell.. It's fine, Hoba."

"Are you sure?" Jin asks, brushing the snow off of Yoongi's back. "You should get checked out just in case."

Yoongi checks his shoulder, rolling it back, letting out a deep breath when he doesn't make the pain worse. "I'm okay.."

"There's a little shop up ahead. We can take a rest there." Jungkook says, pointing to a cafe. "Jimin-sii is shivering and I can hear Taehyungie-hyung’s teeth chattering.."

"Sounds good.. I'm freezing too and could use a warm coffee." Jin leads Yoongi, keeping an arm around him for support.

The seven members enter the cafe together, sitting at a booth. Jimin hugs Taehyung close trying to warm the fellow 95er.

"I'll order for us." Namjoon offers, getting up.

"I'll come help you carry them." Hoseok follows Namjoon to the counter.

"Yoongi do you want to go back to the lodge after this? I'll walk back with you if you want." Jin asks,trying to warm his hands. "I don't want you pushing yourself if you're hurting.."

"I'll be okay, Hyung. I'm feeling better now." Yoongi blushes, pulling away from Jin to wipe his dripping nose. "We're already so close to the theater.. it's been forever since we watched a movie together. It's just sitting in a theater."

Namjoon returns with Hoseok to the table, passing out the cups.

"This one is Taehyungie's." Namjoon says, motioning to the one with a stirring stick inside.

"Once we warm up a bit, we should still make the movie. We did leave early in case we got lost." Yoongi sips his coffee, the hot liquid warming his insides.

"Alright. We'll leave in ten minutes.."

"Where's Yoongi?" Jin asks when he looks around the table, noticing there were only five members sitting around the table for breakfast.

"I haven't seen him all morning.. he must still be asleep." Namjoon replies. "Should we wake him?"

"He was up pretty late last night.. I'll just ask if he wants to eat. If he doesn't, we'll let him sleep a little more." Jin gets up to check on his former roommate.

"Yoongi-yah.." Jin knocks softly on the door but gets no answer. He checks the handle, opening the door a crack to peek into the room.

Yoongi was buried underneath his blankets, Jin unable to see anything except for a few fingers poking out from the corner.

"It looks like he's still asleep.." Taehyung whispers by Jin, making the older member jump.

"Aiish!" Jin covers his mouth, relaxing when he sees it's just the younger vocalist. "Vuu, you scared me.." he whispers. "Don't sneak up on me like that.."

"Sorry Hyung, I thought you heard me following you.." Taehyung apologies, lowering his head.

"Let him sleep a bit longer. We don't have any plans until this afternoon anyway." Jin ushers Taehyung back to the kitchen, unaware of the mistake he made.

Yoongi woke up a half hour later, pulling the blanket tighter around his body, a shiver running down his spine. "Mmm.." He moans softly when a ripple of pain runs across his stomach, hugging a pillow to his sore middle.

I don't feel well at all...it was just a dull ache last night..now I can't stop shaking..

Yoongi reaches for the water on the bedside table, hand trembling from the fever that plagued him. Even the slow movement made the pain worse."Hyung..." Yoongi's voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, hugging the pillow once more.

I can't do this..I'm gonna be sick..

Yoongi sits up slowly, his body aching with every movement. "Hymm.." he tries to call louder, but another wave of nausea makes his word break off into a whimper, his stomach pushing up his dinner from last night.

He clamps his hand over his mouth swallowing hard to keep the sick down. He knew if he tried to move he would just throw up all over the bed. Tears of frustration streaked his cheeks, staring at the small trash can underneath the desk.

He felt his stomach lurch up again, trying to untangle himself from the blankets, but it was too late. The sick escaped through the cracks in his fingers, gagging on the foul taste that filled his mouth.

He tried to swallow it down, but another mouthful was pushing its way up his body, becoming more than he could hold. Yoongi moved his hand away from his mouth, spraying the sick all over his blanket.

"Hyung.." Yoongi called desperately, feeling his stomach churning again. He tried to hold down the bile that rose in his throat until Jin came,but his body just wouldn't cooperate with him.

Jin rushes in the room when he hears Yoongi calling, eyes widening when he sees Yoongi throwing up. "Aiigo, Yoongi.." he scanned the room for the trashcan, quickly getting it from underneath the desk and putting it in Yoongi's lap. "It's okay..it's okay hyung is here.." he gently pulls the blanket away from Yoongi, pushing it towards the edge of the bed.

Yoongi hugs the bin to his chest, releasing another round of sick with a gag. "Hyung..." he whines softly, shaking uncontrollably.

Jin wraps his arm around Yoongi, holding him up. "I know baby, I know.. you'll feel better once it's out..don't try to fight it.." he speaks in a soothing tone, gently rubbing his other hand across Yoongi's spine. Another mouthful of bile rises up Yoongi's throat. With a proper bin and Jin by his side, he doesn't try to stop it, allowing the hot bile to fill the bin.

Jin notices Jungkook watching in the doorway. I know you want to help, but Yoongi won't want you seeing him like this.."Jungkook-ah, take care of the blanket for me." He ordered, using a stern tone to get him moving.

Jungkook folds the blanket so the Vomit is covered up by the clean sides, quickly leaving the room.

"And tell the others to stay out unless I ask for them." Jin adds, turning his attention away from his youngest dongsaeng to his oldest. Yoongi lost all the color to his face besides his bright red nose, taking in quick gasps of air between gagging. "Yoon, I know it hurts, but I need to you to take deep breaths for me okay?"

Yoongi nods, trying to take a deep breath in, wincing. "I..it hurts.. it hurts to breath.." he whines, his muscles tightening again to force up a smaller amount of bile, spitting it into the bin.

"I know baby, It's almost over, just endure it a little longer for hyung okay?" Jin wipes the tears from Yoongi's eyes with his sleeve.

Yoongi nods, dry heaving a few more times before the last bit finally comes. He sniffles wetly, leaning against Jin. "I..I'm..I'm sorry.."

Jin gets the water bottle from the table and opening it. "You have no reason to be sorry.. you called for help and that's all I expect from you. You did good.."

Yoongi goes to grab the water bottle, but Jin pulls it away. "No baby let hyung do it,you're shaking and it's still mostly full."

Yoongi lets Jin tip the water bottle by his mouth, taking in a small mouthful and swishing it around to try to get rid of the acid tang, spitting it into the bin.

"You okay, Yoongi?" Jin asks, brow furrowing with worry when he sees Yoongi spit out the water, fearful of another round when he was still recovering from the first.

Yoongi pushes the bin away from himself, feeling woozy at the smell. "I don't want it anymore.." his voice comes out hoarsely, clearing his throat.

"That's okay. I'll put it on the floor for now." Jin places it down on the floor, offering another drink to Yoongi.

Yoongi takes a few swallows of water before turning away, wrapping his arm around himself. "It's cold.." he tells Jin softly when he sees the worried expression.

"You're burning up, though, Yoon.." Jin could feel the heat radiating off of Yoongi's body, beads of sweat glimmering on his skin. "Let's get you out of that wet shirt. It should help.. can you lift up your arms for me?"

Yoongi obeys, letting Jin gently tug the shirt over his head. "Don't go.." he whispers when Jin gets off the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm just going to get you a dry shirt from your suitcase. Okay?" Jin slowly goes to the suitcase, his heart racing with anxiety to hear Yoongi being so clingy.

He usually just wants to be left alone to sleep.. How high is his fever?

He checks his pocket for his phone, sighing when he finds them empty. He gets a t-shirt from the suitcase and returns to the bed with Yoongi. "Here Yoongi, arms up one more time."

Yoongi doesn't put his arms up as high this time, exhaustion weighing him down. Jin works around it, leading his arms into the sleeves and gently getting it over his head. "There we go. Is that any warmer?"

Yoongi just gives a low groan as a reply, leaning into Jin for warmth. He was finding it harder to stay awake, his eyes closing and opening. "Tired.."

"I know, I know.. just stay up a little bit longer for me okay..? I just need you to take some medicine for your fever.. Hoba!" Jin calls for the next oldest member, Hoseok quickly coming to his call.

"Hoba, I need you to get medicine for Yoongi.. he doesn't want me to leave.." Jin brushes Yoongis hair from being plastered against his forehead, kissing the center to try to gauge how warm he was. "And a cloth and warm water please?"

"Okay, Hyung." Hoseok looks at Yoongi curled up against Jin's side, eyes unfocused and confused when he hears his voice, trying to process who entered. "He's really not well.." Hoseok frowns, quickly leaving the room.

"Yoongi, just stay up a little bit longer, okay? Hobi will be back soon, and once you take the medicine, you can sleep all you want. Just wait until then, baby." Jin runs his hand through Yoongi's hair.

Yoongi nods, leaning into his touch.

"Cute.." Jin smiles fondly, gently ruffling his hair to try to annoy him enough to make it harder to sleep.

Hoseok comes back in the room, placing the bowl of water on the side table and opening the pill bottle. "We only have Tylenol, but it'll at least help with his fever.. Jaykay and Taehyungie went to the store to get more medicine.. do you need me to call them and add anything to the list?"

"Do you want anything Yoongi?" Jin asks gently.

"Some..something warm.." Yoongi speaks slowly, Jin hardly hearing him.

"Ask them to get some ginger tea and some vitamin water just in case he can't hold down food." He gently sits Yoongi up.

Yoongi whimpers when he moves, his stomach muscles tightening painfully. "Ah..Hyung..hurts.."

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry.. you can lay back down right after this.." Jin apologizes, grabbing the water bottle.

Hoseok shakes two pills out, quickly putting them on Yoongi's tongue, Jin giving him water to wash them down.

Yoongi swallows hard, the water feeling heavy in his stomach. He closes his eyes tightly,holding his stomach.

"You okay hyung? Are you going to get sick?" Hoseok asks quickly looking for the waste bin,finding it on the floor.

Yoongi shakes his head when Hoseok tries to put it by him, the smell of the sick only making him feel even worse. "Hoba..don't.."

Hoseok quickly pulls it away. "I'm sorry Hyung.."

Yoongi dry heaves, the pills trying to make their way back up. His body shakes violently, gripping Jin's shirt tightly.

Jin rubs his back, trying to comfort him. "Yoongi..if you need to throw up, you shouldn't fight it. You'll only make yourself feel worse.." he urges Yoongi, but he just shakes his head, waiting out the wave of nausea to pass.

Hoseok quickly removes the bag, replacing it with a shopping bag to see if that would help Yoongi be more willing to let it out. "I switched the bag Hyung.."

If I throw up the medicine won't work..

Yoongi shakes his head again, trying to take deep breaths to control his breathing. His muscles screamed in pain, making tears stream down his cheeks.

Hoseok froze in place, unsure on what to do to help Yoongi. "Hyung should we get a doctor..? He's really not well.."

"No.." Yoongi whines, his anxiety spiking at the thought of being alone in a hospital in a foreign country. "Please.."

"Hoseok-Ah, go and get the heating pad from my room.." Jin says softly to Hoseok, nudging him towards the door.

"R-right.." hoseok scurried out of the room.

The minute felt like hours to Yoongi, the dry heaving eventually dying down leaving him panting to try to fill his lungs that screamed for air. Jin continued to try to comfort him, rubbing his hand down Yoongi's side.

"Yoongi.." Jin wipes Yoongi's cheeks. "Are you okay baby?" He asks softly, using the wet cloth to wash the sweat from his face.

"The..the..ah..smell.." Yoongi tries to explain what happened, but his mind was fuzzy with fever, struggling to gather his thoughts.

"It's okay. Hobi took care of it baby.. don't try to talk..just rest for now, okay? Im going to try to bring down your fever.. I'm not going anywhere okay? I just want to bring the water bowl closer.." Jin speaks slowly, gently moving Yoongi with him, stretching his arm out to reach the bowl.

"Mm.." Yoongi wraps his arms around Jin when he feels him moving. Every centimeter of movement makes his body ache. "Hyung.."

"I know. I know, I'll be quick okay?" Jin places the bowl on the bed, gently wetting the cloth again, gliding it across Yoongi's arm.

"It's cold.." Yoongi whispers, pulling away from him with a wince. "No.." he coughs out the word.

"Yoongi, please, just endure it for me, okay? Once you cool down a bit, you can have heat to help with the pain, okay?" Jin wasn't sure if his words were getting through Yoongi, his eyes glassy with fever looking at something Jin couldn't see.

Hoseok comes back into the room with the heat pad, relaxing when he sees Yoongi falling asleep. "I found it hyung.. how is he?"

"He's really out of it, but i have it under control. if his fever doesn't go down within the hour, we'll try to give him a bath..if that doesn't work, then we'll get a professional." Jin tries to keep his voice steady, not wanting to worry Hoseok.

"Do you want me to do it for you? It must be hard with him on your chest." Hoseok offers, wanting to do anything to help.

Jin gives him the washcloth. "Don't move him, though.."

Hoseok nods, taking it and gently washing Yoongi, his heart tightening when Yoongi coughs. "He's coughing now..?"

"I think it's just his throat being sore from throwing up, but if the kids bring back medicine for cold and flu it'll help with coughs too.." Jin kisses Yoongi's forehead, feeling the heat on his lips. "He's cooled down a bit from earlier.."

"You can tell that with a kiss?" Hoseok questions with amazement. "Woah,you really are like the mom of bangtan."

Jin smiles for a moment, hugging Yoongi a bit closer. "You guys are all my babies. I have to pick up some skills to be able to handle you kids. He'll be fine with medicine and rest.."

Yoongi got a few hours of sleep before his mind riddled him with fever dreams. His breath picks up, his heart racing wildly as his old memories flood his mind.

"Yoongi hyung.." Hoseok gently rubs his hand across Yoongi's chest, trying to wake him without shaking him. "It's okay, it's okay.. it was only a dream.."

Yoongi's eyes fly open, his eyes darting to take in the room, not recognizing the room he was in. "Hyung..Hyungie.."

"Shh..shhn it's okay, he went to eat.. I'm here.. it's okay.. I got you.." Hoseok runs his hand down Yoongi's back, gently scratching his back. I have to calm him down, his fever will rise again..

"I don't want u-us to dis-disband.." Yoongi sniffles, hiccuping between words, hugging Hoseok close. "I want us to-to stay together."

"Oh Yoongi, I'm not going anywhere.. that's in the past hyung. Everyone is happy as seven.. those days are in the past.." Hoseok hugs him back, rubbing his hand across his back. "Don't cry..you'll make me cry.."

"I..i.."Yoongi whimpers, unable to stop the tears from flowing."wan..ev...ry..." His sobs make his speech choppy and inaudible.

"I can't understand you Hyungie, you need to breathe.." Hoseok tries to keep calm, but seeing Yoongi so distraught made his stomach drop.

Yoongi takes a few deep shaky breaths before trying again."The..the..others..i..I want to.." His voice breaks off in a cough, but it was enough for Hoseok to know what he wanted.

"I'll get them for you, okay? Let me just text the group chat okay?" Hoseok gently moves Yoongi to get his phone from his pocket.

Yoongi hyung had a bad dream.. come here..

Hoseok sends a quick message, turning to Yoongi. "Hyung are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts.." Yoongi groans softly when Hoseok moves, wrapping his arm around his middle.

"Do you think you'll be sick?" Hoseok asks with a worried expression.

Yoongi shakes his head, perking up when he sees the younger members flood into the room.

"Hyung do you want a hug?" Taehyung asks, holding out his arms, surprised when Yoongi wraps around him, squeezing the breath out of him.

"It's okay Hyung. I'm not going anywhere.." Taehyung says breathlessly, hugging him back. "No one is."

"I want a hug too." Jungkook holds out his arms, pulling Yoongi close to him.

"Jungkook-ah.. are you okay? You sound weird.." Yoongi asks, worrying about his youngest member.

"Yeah..I'm fine, I just..uh..got a bit emotional.." Jungkook blushes in embarrassment when Yoongi looks at him closer, noticing his puffy red eyes.

"Don't cry over me.. I'll be fine..I'm just..not feeling well.." Yoongi says softly.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung asks, taking a seat on the bed.

"My..my..sides burn when I breathe..but..I'm not as cold as before.. so I'm doing a bit better.."

"I'm sorry Yoongi-hyung..I can turn on the heating pad, it should help." Jungkook reaches over to it, placing it on Yoongi's stomach and putting the setting on low.

"Have..have you guys been here all day..?" Yoongi asks softly, remembering that they were supposed to go skiing.

"Don't worry about that, Hyung. It's been snowing too much to go." Jimin reassures him. "We've been playing games. Staff made us a game room."

Jin enters the room again, sitting with the others. "Me and Jimin made you some Jook.. do you think you could eat a little?"

The thought of food made his stomach churn. "I'm not hu..ngry.." Yoongi coughs, reaching for the water.

"It's okay, Yoongi-hyung.. You don't have to eat.." Hoseok gets the vitamin water, handing it to Yoongi. "We'll get you feeling better soon, then we can enjoy our trip together."

"Thanks everyone.." Yoongi takes a sip of water, smiling fondly at his members who gathered around him.

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 37

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A few years later…

"Good morning, your Royal Highness."

"Good morning, Declan Rice" I say while stretching.

"After today you'll have to stop calling me that."

"Why? It is your name, isn't it?" 

"It is. But today is my last game as a professional football player. I won't be Declan Rice anymore. Just Declan" he shrugs.

"You will forever be Declan Rice, West Ham player, England's captain, and World Cup winner" I say while hugging him.

"Yeah" he smiles. "I can't believe I managed to do all that. To follow my dream, fight for it, and actually achieve it."

"Your dreams. In plural."

"Uh?"

"You said you always dreamt about marrying Princess Eleanor, and look where she is. Half naked in your bed" I smirk.

"That's actually true" he says, kissing my cheek. "Though I still haven't married her."

"But now you will be able to. If you want to, of course."

"Eleanor, are you asking me to marry you?" Declan chuckles.

"What? No, no. I'm just saying that maybe you don't want to marry me and have to deal with everything that will come with it."

"Like being king consort one day?"

"For example" I say, playing with a loose thread on the duvet.

"Eleanor… Eleanor, look at me" Declan says, lifting my chin. "I love you. All of you. Titles and everything. If I didn't… If I wasn't sure of what I felt for you and that you are the one, I wouldn't be here, right now, with you. I would have run away a long time ago."

"You actually ran away once. You can do it again."

"Eleanor…" he sighs.

"I'm sorry. But now that you won't be a professional footballer anymore there won't be anything stopping us from taking the next step. And it is a huge one." 

"I know."

"People will constantly talk about it, ask us when we are going to do it, ask us to do it."

"And if we cared about what others say, we wouldn't be together" he chuckles.

"I guess. But…"

"I'm ready, Eleanor" Declan says while caressing my cheek. "I'm ready for our future together and what it entails. You supported me and my dream all these years, and now it is my turn to support you."

"Are you sure?" 

"100%."

"I love you, Declan Rice."

"And I love you, your Royal Highness."

"Can you show me how much, tho?" I say, stopping him when he is about to kiss me.

"What?" 

"I mean, I know you have a game later today and all that, but it is your last and you probably won't be playing the whole thing, you won't be needing the same amount of energy as before. And if you play badly, you'll have an excuse."

"Oh… I see" he smirks. 

"What do you say, then? Can you show me how much you love me or since you are retiring you are too old for these things?" I ask with a mischievous smile.

"Old? Old?" he says while moving to be on top of me, making me giggle. "You'll see what this old man can do."

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"Mason, please be careful! He's your son!" Roberta says. 

"I know what I'm doing! " he replies.

"Nine months after the last time you said that Romeo was born."

"Burn!" Declan laughs.

"Meh meh meh" Mason replies, rolling his eyes.

We are the only ones left on the pitch of the London Stadium, Declan and Mason playing football with Romeo, his and Roberta's son.

"Every time they play football he does those tackles and I fear he's gonna hit him. He's just a kid, not one of his rivals! And… Eleanor, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah" I say.

"Oh my God, Eleanor. Why are you crying again?" Roberta laughs.

"I'm sorry" I chuckle, wiping away a tear. "I thought that after the game and all the tributes I had no tears left behind, but seeing him play with Romeo is so cute... He's gonna be an amazing dad."

"Wait, are you...?"

"What? No, no. I'm just thinking about the future. Now that he has retired we can finally think about marrying, starting a family and all that."

"Are you sure you aren't?"

"I'm sure, Roberta. I always take precautions."

"They sometimes fail. That's how Mason's sister got pregnant with her second."

"I'm not pregnant" I say, whispering that last word. We are alone, but you never know who may show up out of nowhere.

"But you've been feeling so... Emotional lately. Anything and everything makes you cry, and you've never been that sensitive."

"My boyfriend just retired from football and we are about to start a new chapter in our lives. Of course I am more sensitive than usual."

"I know, but… When should you be getting your period?"

"I got it last week, so I definitely am not pregnant."

"Oh, shame… I liked the idea of us being pregnant at the same time" Roberta shrugs.

"Wait what?" I say, raising my voice.

"Everything ok over there?" Mason asks.

"Peachy, love" Roberta smiles.

"What did you mean by being pregnant at the same time?" I ask while walking away from the boys.

"I'm feeling the same I felt when I got pregnant with Romeo, and we stopped taking precautions a couple of months ago."

"Oh... My God! Have you taken a test?"

"No, not yet. Will you take it with me? I am so nervous… I shouldn't because I already went through all this, but…"

"Of course I will. I was there for you the first time, and I will be there for you now."

"Thank you, Ellie. You are the best friend ever" Roberta says while hugging me.

"So are you" I reply. "But now you've made me cry again!"

"I am crying too!"

"Friends that cry together stay together" I chuckle.

"They definitely do."

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)part21

(I suggest you check out part !-20 if you haven't already and yes I have a bit more time)

After around 5 minutes Wu came back with a bottle of cold water and some pain killers, "What's that?" Garmadon asked, as he was unfamiliar with pain killers. Wu let out a sigh, "Just something to reduce any pain he might be in when he wakes up" Wu replied placing the things on the bed side table. "Umm...Lloyd and Nya they might...come up to you and ask a few things..." Wu said out awkwardly to his brother, "I expected that..." Garmadon replied still stroking Vinnys' hair. Wu nods before getting up and leaving leaving Garmadon with his thoughts. "What questions would they ask...?" The oni thought to himself panicking inside as he really sucked at answering questions.

Garmadon was sitting there for hours not knowing what to do he really didn't want to do anything but stay close to Vinny, he wanted to stay with him forever and keep him safe. Garmadon dozed off at what was presumably 1:49am the next day. His arms still wrapped around Vinny. A few more hours went by and it was 7:31am and Vinny woke up. He felt like absolute dog shit.... His legs hurt his head hurt his stomach felt like his organs have been rearranged.

Vinny looked at Garmadon before smiling to himself he looked peaceful. The smaller squirmed trying to get comfortable and ignore the pain. Eventually this squirming woke up Garmadon from his slumber. "H-Hey you alright?" The oni asked worriedly once he got to his senses and realised Vinny was in pain. "Y-yea...my legs just hurt.." The smaller responded obviously lying. Garmadon let out a sigh and grabbed the water and pain killers from the bedside table before giving it to Vinny. "I-I told my brother to get this for you in case you were in pain...will it work?" the oni asked worriedly, Vinny smiled at him and nodded before taking two tablets and swallowing it down with water.

"T-Thanks...we just need to give it a minute.." Vinny said as he nuzzled into Garmadons' chest desperate for affection. Garmadon sighed in relief happy it would work. The oni brought Vinny closer fulfilling his needs for affection. "Sooo..your brother know..." the smaller spoke his voice was small and soft. "Y-Yea...so does Lloyd and the water ninja" Garmadon responded, Vinny let out a giggle making Garmadon blush, "Well of course Nya knows....you literally took me away in front of her and I told her what happened before.." Vinny giggled out (and yes they are gossip buddies now) "Yea I guess that did happen..." The oni said remembering what happened.

Garmadon looked at Vinny he looked so tired he had black circles underneath his eyes, "You look really tired you should sleep more.." the oni said worriedly causing Vinny to let out a sigh, "I'm fine...I promise.." Vinny said as he snuggled up against Garmadon. "No you're not...you really should sleep" Garmadon said again trying to convince Vinny to sleep. The smaller let out a sigh, "I swear Garm....I'm fine" Vinny repeated wanting his lover to listen and his voice starting to sound a little irritated.

Garmadon noticed the change in tone and instantly stopped talking, he didn't want to upset Vinny and couldn't blame him for being a little moody and ignorant. "Fine..." The oni hesitantly said in defeat, Vinny smiled and snuggled Garmadon before drinking more water.

Vinny felt his neck and felt some bite marks, "Wow you really do like biting" he joked, but Garmadon didn't catch on the joke and felt really bad, "Sorry did I hurt you?" The oni instantly said worriedly as he checked Vinnys' neck, "Garm....jokes remember.." Vinny chuckled out as he assured he lover he was fine.

This went on for a while till Nya came in unannounced, "How you two feeling?" She said as she put a tray of pancakes for the two. "O-Oh hey Nya!" Vinny said out surprisingly his voice wasn't that loud, "Ooohhh...I thought your voice was gonna be gone so I made you some tea and...here's some muscle relief cream for your body" Nya said putting the cream on the bedside table, "Thank you you didn't need to" Vinny said out softly while Garmadon was a bit surprised about Nya coming in.

"I'll talk to you later right now I need to go back before the others get suspicious as to why I'm taking long bye!" Nya said before leaving. "Well she sure is energetic.." Garmadon chuckled out, "Yea really energetic.." Vinny responded. "Why don't we eat and you can tell me how I can apply that cream on you" The oni said calmly earning a nod from Vinny.

(HAHAHUIAHUAHHAU YES I MADE YOU ANOTHER PART BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND HAVE STARVED YOU FOR LONG ENOUGH)

[thelostboys11]

Silence

The Lost Boys x Reader

Words: 1,492

Warnings: Fighting, angst, and fluff

A/n: The ending was kind of rushed, but I hope you still enjoy. It literally took me forever.

The boys don't usually have arguments that get that bad or repeatedly happen in short periods of time. Whenever they argued and it didn't involve you, they wouldn't try to include you in the argument.

Paul sighed loudly and plopped himself down onto the couch as we walked into the cave. The boys were all silent. They were arguing before you had gotten back to the cave.

"Are you really still upset, David? It's such a stupid thing to be upset about," Paul said, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, I'm still annoyed! Why the hell can't you just listen to me? You listen to me! I'm the leader!" David yelled, angrily.

"I don't always have to listen to you. I can do what the fuck I want!" Paul yelled back.

"Can you guys stop fighting, please? We can talk thin-" You started.

"Y/n, can you just shut up for one fucking moment?" Paul yelled at you.

"You are so fucking annoying sometimes!" David commented.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't even here," Paul added, looking away from you.

You silently went over to your spot in the cave and sat there for a bit, as Paul and David continued fighting. You were siting there thinking about what Paul and David had said to you.

You thought that maybe it would be better if you weren't around. If you were just a bother to them, maybe you just should leave. What made you feel worse was that Dwayne and Marko didn't come over and make sure you were okay.

So you grabbed a bag of yours and put some of your clothes in. You grabbed your money and put it in your pocket.

Once you got everything you thought you needed, you quickly and quietly left the cave. You decided to go to the boardwalk for now. You just needed to chill for a bit.

You had sat yourself down on one of the benches on the boardwalk. You were just watching everyone do their thing. You felt yourself getting calmer.

Then someone sat down next to you. It seemed to be some local. You hadn't seen them around before.

"Hey! You seem lonely. Thought I hang out with you," The guy said. "Me and my buddies are going to get some food, wanna join?"

"Uh, sure," You replied, getting up from the bench with him.

"I'm Matt, by the way," Matt told, as you walked.

"Nice to meet you, Matt. I'm Y/n!" You responded.

"Nice to meet you, too, Y/n!" He replied with a smile.

"Are you a tourist? I haven't seen you around here before," You asked Matt.

"Yea, I'm staying here for a few more days. You live here, right?" Matt answered.

"I've lived here for a bit now. C-can I ask you something?" You said in response.

"Sure. What is it?" Matt said.

"Um, this might be kind of weird since we just met. But I had a fight with my boyfriends not too long ago and I'm not really comfortable going home tonight. Can I stay with you tonight?" You asked, nervously.

"Yea, of course you can. Do they get physical with you when you argue with them? I can help confront them with you if you need me to," Matt offered in a concerned tone, taking a step closer to you.

"They don't get physical with me. They just made me feel pretty bad about myself and I don't really wanna go back home to them tonight," You told, looking down at the ground.

"Well, to get you mind off of it, let's go have some fun tonight before we head back to my place," Matt said, then grabbing your arm and taking you toward some of the things on the boardwalk.

You spent the rest of the night with Matt on the boardwalk. Spending time with him definitely helped take your mind off of things.

Matt took you back to the place he was staying at. It was this small hotel room that he was sharing with two of his other friends. He brought you to the bedroom he was sleeping in.

"I'm sorry it's not much," Matt said, sitting down on his bed.

"It's fine, Matt. Don't worry about it," You responded sitting next to him on the bed.

"I had fun tonight!" Matt said, happily.

"So did I! Thank you, Matt!" You thanked.

Not too long later you got into bed. It wasn't super big, but it was big enough to fit the both of you. You both slept well and you both slept in.

You spent most of the rest of the day with Matt and his friends in his hotel room. Eventually you all decided to go down to the beach together. Then you all would head onto the board walk afterwards.

It was nice out that evening. The sun had started setting, which made the sky look beautiful. But once the sun went down, the boys would be able to come out.

A bit later some of Matt's other friends arrived. The group went into the water for awhile. You all wanted to enjoy the water before it got too dark.

Afterwards, some of you decided to sit down in the sand. Matt and you sat down next to each other.

"Y/n, do your boyfriends ever come out to the beach or the boardwalk?" Matt asked, putting his hand on yours.

"If they didn't come out last night, then they'll probably come out tonight," You answered.

"If they do come out tonight and try to bother you, just know I'll be with you to protect you. Okay?" Matt said holding your hand.

"Thank you, Matt," You responded.

Not too long later, the group you were with and you heard motorcycles.

"Matt, that's them," You whispered to Matt.

The both of you stood up. You got a bit behind Matt, not really wanting to see them right now.

The boys got off their bikes and walked over. They stopped a few feet in front of Matt and you. Before any of us said anything, they looked at Matt for what felt like forever.

"What do you guys want?" Matt asked.

"We want to talk to your partner, so could you please get out of the way," David said, a bit annoyed.

"No. They don't want to talk to you," Matt responded, crossing his arms.

"What?" David asked, more annoyed this time.

"I said no. They don't want to talk to you," Matt repeated himself.

"Does it look like I care?" David asked.

Matt turned to face you and and whispered, "In just a moment I want you to go back to the hotel and wait for me their. Try to stay out of sight okay?"

You nodded in response. At the moment you realized that Matt's friends had come over to see what's going on.

Matt then punched David. After that everyone went at it. You got the chance to run off, without anyone noticing you. You ran as fast as you could to the hotel.

When you got there, you leaned against the side of the hotel. You needed a moment to catch you breath. You hoped that everything would end up okay.

About an hour later, someone showed up. It was Dwayne. You got up from where you were sitting to stand up and talk to him.

"Hey, Y/n," Dwayne said, walking up to you.

"H-hey," You replied.

"We want you to come back," Dwayne told.

"Where's Matt?" You questioned

"Don't worry, he's fine. He's still alive," Dwayne responded. "Now will you come back please?"

"Okay," You said, following Dwayne to his bike.

Dwayne brought you back to the cave. He helped you get off and walked you inside.

Right after you got back into the cave, Paul was right onto you.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n! Please don't hate me!" Paul cried as he hugged you.

All you did was hug him back.

"Why'd you leave, Y/n?" David asked.

"I felt like you boys didn't want me around, so I decided to leave for a bit," You answered, still be hugged by Paul.

"I'm sorry we made you feel that way, Y/n. We do want you around," Paul said, cupping your cheeks.

"We're sorry, Y/n," Marko said, Dwayne nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry, too, Y/n," David said, walking over.

"I-it's okay," You said, in response.

"By, the way who was that guy you were with on the beach?" David asked.

"He was just someone that approached me on the boardwalk and he let me stay with him for a bit," You answered honestly.

"Well, you won't have to be with him anymore. Everything is going to be okay," David told you, bringing you in a hug.

That night ended well. Everything got better with boys. They ended up cuddling you in the cave, altogether.

They ended up making you feel well that night, too.

[starglitterz]

elysian.

─── THE BEGINNING ; 01.

elysian

adjective; relating to or characteristic of paradise

summary: when you lose your job out of the blue, you’re pretty sure this is the end of the road for you. at least until you reconnect with your childhood best friend aether and he offers you your ideal job and a place to stay. the only condition is that his office will be behind the store you’ll be running, and under no circumstances are you permitted to enter. that’s how you begin your new life as a florist, though you’re not sure how to focus on working when aether seems to have too many pretty boys working both for and against him. your fresh start gets a whole lot more interesting when you discover just how many secrets these men are hiding, but somehow you think you’ll still be able find the elysian ending of your dreams.

pairing: various genshin male characters x gn!reader

a/n: hello!!! i've been talking abt this for ages, i'm sorry it took so long :( i had to rewrite this a billion times until i finally came up w smth i liked hehe <3 this is the first part of the set-up for the universe in which my most recent milestone event takes place ! if you're confused just send me an ask & i'll try to explain better LOL. anyways without further ado let's get right into it !! hope you enjoy <3

elysian masterlist. // next.

If anyone asked you what you do for a living, you doubt that even in your wildest dreams would you have imagined replying that you ran a flower shop as a cover for a gang. It's so outrageous that sometimes you think you owe your past self an apology for going off the rails. But it doesn’t make sense to start telling your story from there – it’s better to start all the way at the beginning: a chance encounter in a coffee shop.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You’re wallowing in the depths of despair, doing your best not to cry into your cup of iced coffee, when you hear a familiar voice call your name. Jerking around instantly, you scan the room filled with chatting teens, businessmen on important calls and smiling couples until your gaze lands on a man with a long blonde braid sitting at a table a few feet from you. 

Your eyes widen, “Aether?!” His face lights up when you recognise him, and he moves to your table, “It is you! Mind if I sit here?” “No, not at all. Just… wow, I can’t believe you’re here. It’s been forever!” “It really has. I’ve missed you,” Aether’s features soften into an easy smile, “I think the last time I saw you was at our college reunion party. How long has it been since then?” Attempting to ignore how his smile still manages to make heat rise to your cheeks, you chuckle, “At least three years, but you were always the one with the better memory. How have you been?” 

You don’t know if you’re imagining the shadow that seems to cloud his expression, but it dissipates in a second as he replies, “I’m doing well, actually. Moving here was a great decision, I’ve got a new company and everything.” "Really? That's incredible, Aether!" you beam, "At this rate you'll be taking over Teyvat." "I wouldn't go that far," he rubs the back of his neck bashfully, "What about you?"

Now you're fumbling for an answer. How do you tell your college roommate who you haven't seen in years that you've just been fired from your job and your landlord refuses to renew your lease? "Not too good on my end, if I'm being honest," you start cautiously before plastering on a bright smile, "But I'm hoping things will turn up soon!" Genuine concern floods Aether's face and he frowns, "Y/N, what happened? I don't mean to press, but you always did have a tendency to downplay your problems." "It's nothing, really," you try to laugh it off, but you can't meet his eyes. In fact, you can't even take yourself seriously for trying to delude yourself into believing that you being homeless with no source of income is not that serious. 

Aether places his hand on yours, which shocks you enough that your eyes dart up to his and he says softly, "You can tell me, you know. I'm the last person who has any right to judge anyone." "It's not that, I just don't want to dump everything on you," your voice seems to be stuck in your throat, and it comes out a lot less convincing than you hoped for. "Hey," he flicks your forehead gently as a playful smile curves his lips, "I don't think anything can compare to listening to you rant about all your different college crushes for hours." That coaxes a laugh out of you, and you sigh, "Fine." 

When you finish telling him the sad story of your life (AKA just the awful news of today), Aether is quiet. Fantastic. Now he thinks you're a jobless loser, and he's going to pity you and this is going to destroy the dynamics of your friendship and- "Would it sound crazy if I said I had the perfect solution for you?" Your train of thought comes crashing to a stop, "What?" "There's this building I have on the outskirts of town. It's our… base of operations, so to speak. But we only use the back storeroom, and the entire front area feels wasted. It used to be a flower shop, and we haven't had time to renovate it into anything we could use. Also, it would be really helpful to have someone I trust keeping an eye on the place," Aether explains. 

No way. This has got to be impossible. Could a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this really just fall into your lap? Aether smiles, "I remember you once said your dream was to be a florist. And there's an apartment on the second floor, so you don't need to worry about looking for a place to stay." He must be kidding, right? He's definitely joking, and he's going to drop the punchline any minute now. But a few seconds pass in silence and he doesn't say anything – he just looks at you. Tilting his head, he asks, "So, what do you think? Of course, there's no pressure to accept. This must sound pretty wild."

It seems too good to be true, but a part of you doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. You've known Aether for years, he's someone you'd trust with your life. He couldn't have undergone a complete personality change in just a couple of years with no contact, right? Everything will be fine and all your issues will be resolved if you agree to this – who wouldn't want that? Inhaling a deep breath, you look at him with a determined expression, “Alright. If you’re serious about this, I’d love to!” An excited grin spreads across his face, “Awesome! When will you be moving in? I can text the rest of my team to prepare anything you need for the store, just say the word.” 

The reality of what’s happening seems to crash in on you as he looks at you expectantly, you’re moving into somewhere you’ve never even seen and becoming the owner of a flower shop after years of working a 9-5 desk job. But strangely enough, it isn’t overwhelming at all; it feels like you’re taking the first step towards a new beginning, and instead of nervousness, elation is what’s bubbling up in your heart right now. So it’s with an eager smile that you reply, “Would today be okay?” Aether’s expression mirrors yours, “Definitely!” 

And that’s how a coincidental meeting in a coffee shop changed everything for you, placing you on the path that would eventually lead to an elysian dream of a life. 

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