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coming home with you
⥠some nights ⥠hong joshua // 761 words ⥠no sensitive contents ⥠hello! i'm back with another installment of my short fic seriesâsome nights. this has been in my drafts since holiday season but i haven't had the time to polish it up. also, after writing here for 2 years (time flew by so quickly!), i finally launched by ko-fi account (yay!). there's nothing there yet but i'll probably tell you guys if i ever post something there :) anyways, i hope you enjoy this fic. âĄÂ other stories
that night when you and joshua miss home
The sound of the train doors opening woke you up.
Sleepily, you looked around and saw that you were near your station. You immediately sat up straight and checked your phone for the time. It was already nearing midnight.
After having a really busy day and hopping in a train immediately after work to travel for five hours from Busan to Seoul, it was no wonder you fell asleep. It didn't help that every passenger on the subway was so quiet you could only hear the therapeutic sound of the wagons moving over the rails. It wasn't surprising though, especially since it was the last train of the day. Everyone was probably as tired as you.
You unlocked your phone and messaged your boyfriend Joshua.
'Are you already asleep? :)'
Your job as an event planner assistant usually requires you to go in and out of the office to meet with clients. Traveling from place to place is nothing new to you. However, you were assigned to a big event in Busan, which is approximately 3-5 hours away from Seoul. Given that the client and the suppliers were mostly in Busan, the event team were to temporarily stay there.Â
It is your first big event since you started working. At the same time, it is also the first time you'll be in a sort of long distance relationship with Joshua. You're not sure if you were to be happy or sad about it.
At first, you were handling it quite well. The late night video calls after your busy days were enough to keep you from missing him. However, a month into that set-up, there were some nights you missed him so badly you cry after your late night calls.
And tonight was one of those nights.
As soon as you handed in your deliverable for the day, you immediately took a train back to Seoul. He would probably scold you for traveling after a tiring day but you really wanted to see him.
You wanted to be home.
The train finally reached your stop but Joshua hasnât replied yet. He was probably asleep. Should you go home to your apartment tonight and just go to him early tomorrow? But the image of his confused sleepy face if you come knocking at his door this time of the night was pretty tempting.
You were walking out of the exit, contemplating whether to surprise him tonight or not when a figure stepped in front of you. You were about to move aside to give the stranger some room to walk to when the familiar whiff of perfume hit your nose. Immediately, you looked up and gasped.
âHi?â Joshua grinned, probably enjoying your surprised expression.
Your tired mind was having a hard time catching up on whatâs happening. You were supposed to surprise him in his apartment. He was supposed to be asleep. You were supposed to knock on his door and jump into his embrace as soon as he opened the door.Â
He wasnât supposed to be standing in front of you, still in his office clothes at midnight, smiling down at you.
âShua?â was the only word you said, still frozen in surprise.
âI was about to surprise you too,â he explained, still chuckling at your reaction. âBut when I asked your workmates about where youâre staying and what time youâll be out, they told me youâre headed here. So I just waited for you...â
You stared at him, still couldnât believe that heâs in front of you. But when your gaze traveled from his face down to his hand which was holding a small bouquet of flowers, reality finally dawned on you. Your tears welled up. Your hands flew to cover your face thatâs starting to get flooded by tears.Â
âYou even have flowers,â you cried.
Joshua laughed as he pulled you into a tight embrace. He kissed the top of your head and gently rubbed your back. âI missed you so much,â he whispered.
You cried more as he enveloped you with warmthâboth your tired body and your weary heart. Being in his arms felt like finally lying down on a soft bed after a long day. His gentle pats on your back felt like the encouragement you badly needed to go on. His little kisses on the top of your head felt like your favorite dream that you would always remember.
And when he pulled away, cradling your tear-stricken face in his hands, you couldnât help but say, âIâm home...â
Joshua smiled, wiping your tears away. âI am, too.â
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Meet Me in the Hallway Analysis
Another of Harry's songs gets underappreciated for the sole reason that people do not grasp the profoundness injected into it. This song is a masterpiece in uncertainty's devastation, utilizing time and setting for the emotions' amplification. The somber sound itself offers a perfect way to orient the listener to the delicate curation of HS1, making it one of my favorite openers, too. It delves into themes of longing, heartache, and an all-consuming desperation for reconciliation. Additionally, we are introduced to a theme that weaves itself fervently throughout HS1 â reflection and grieving. Too often, it's stuck side by side with self-regret and destruction, too.
Here's a deep dive into Harry Styles' Meet Me in the Hallway, from a poet.
Metaphors, baby, Metaphors!
The title itself is a metaphor and a core one at that. The term Meet Me in the Hallway purposefully mirrors the saying Meet Me in the Middle. This song has an intense tinge of a plea â specifics, the plea to reconnect and resolve unfinished business, to find a compromise. But, one party is always hurting more than the other. Per usual though, let's go a bit deeper. A hallway is a temporary, empty place to be stuck in. It's used to reach a destination but is never the destination itself. This is such a key detail in the perspective of the song. It's torturous, to be stuck in this limbo, never reaching the point he longs for, always being pushed back down on this hallway floor. It's a form of stagnancy, and one can easily spiral if left to their own devices in such circumstances.
There's another metaphor at work, a pretty big and overarching one â comparing love to addiction. I definitely think Meet Me in the Hallway is about love, but, more so, the loss of it. As many have vocalized one time or many, love can feel like a drug. Enveloped in the moment, it can make one see the world differently, and maybe it can even take your pain away. But, so easily, one can become reliant, and dependent, finding themselves immersed in the withdrawal pains when it's snatched away from them all at once. Essentially, that's what this song encompasses and illustrates â the withdrawal. Partnered with the bargaining, standing in the metaphorical space between closeness and distance. Trying to find a way to meet halfway physically and emotionally in a desperate effort to take the pain away. He needs them, and can't live without them, even as they mutilate him.
A last thing to mention is not really a metaphor, but more a running theme across his works that is always going to be prevalent â miscommunication. There's a significant struggle with lack of communication, now also highlighting bad coping mechanisms. Both, as one comes to see, find themselves in recurrence of this debut album of his.
Lyric Pull Apart
[INTRO] Two, three, four...
Something so decadent to the ear, but simultaneously so devastating to the gut. I love how this song â and the debut album â starts off with a hushed counting off. Starting with a hushed tone gives an intimacy to it, something so intriguing, as this opener chronicles a loss of intimacy.
[VERSE 1] Meet Me in the Hallway Meet Me in the Hallway I just left your bedroom Give me some morphine Is there any more to do?
Meet Me in the Hallway: Again, this is a rearrangement of the plea to meet me in the middle. Stopped at this first line to digest, but this is only the first in many moments of begging to work it out, interwoven with many pleas of wanting to get better and get better â but still finding oneself stuck in the hallway, stuck in the in-between, with no direction as to where to head to get to the destination at the end. A small detail I feel like people always miss is how his vocals echo, solidifying that particular image of him down and out. Sitting out in the hallway, back up against the wall, maybe with the head tilted back too â pleading in withdrawal.
Meet Me in the Hallway / I just left your bedroom: Just like the hallway is a metaphor, the bedroom is one as well. Take the setting and turn it into poetics. The bedroom is considered an intimate space, yes? The speaker's walked out, there's been a separation of intimacy, and is on his way out into the cold, but isn't all the way out. Remember, the hallway is an in-between space, always a method to the destination but never the destination itself. He's stuck in this agonizing leeway, and maybe he keeps returning back to them on his own or they keep convincing him, even with the knowledge that this addiction is detrimental to him on all levels.
There's some hidden detail just in the way it's phrased. I just left your bedroom gives some backstory. They were recently together and intimate, maybe an unwritten this will be the last time we do this (but they said that the last time, and the time before that). Inserting an emotional distance, but concurrently physical. And, back to bouncing off the bedroom metaphor, the relationship could be in such a place where the speaker feels like a stranger, like he's no longer welcome. Lost intimacy.
I just left your bedroom, this specification of "yours", as it's not his or theirs together. Again, lost intimacy. Marking the bedroom as the other party's in turn sets the other one's rules in place. The speaker has no sense of control, which can serve as a double meaning. No control in the relationship, but, at the same time, losing control of the self. The hallway is something more neutral, less intimate, a stark contrast to the bedroom â and that's where the speaker's been thrown.
Give me some morphine: Morphine is not only a pain medication, but it's also extremely addictive. Could this be him begging for it as the only close substitute to come close to the effect this person's love has/had on him? The love that's been ripped away? Here, and written in the undertone of the song's beginning to end, is a sense of hopelessness. This person's love is a drug to him, so he's bringing in another addictive drug to try and supplement. And, like much incorporated in this song, it's injected with metaphor â a simple one, more broadened, trying to search for the supplement to ease the pain. A supplement to the other who left him in urgency for something to take the pain away. It suggests that the speaker has fallen into a state of desperation, seeking any form of escape from the agony, even if unhealthy and just as destructive.
Is there any more to do?: Hopelessness! This song chronicles a moment of anguish, grasping at straws to try and salvage the intimacy and relationship, not wanting to lose the one who's taking the pain away. Even with the knowledge it might not be healthy, and even with the knowledge it's only a temporary solution. He's become dependent. And finds himself in the weakest state.
[CHORUS] Just let me know, I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know, I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better And maybe we'll work it out
Just let me know, I'll be at the door, at the door / Hoping you'll come around: I see this chorus as a surrender, a fall from grace on the hallway floor. The chorus' repetition captures this essence, I believe. He's ready to take the person back whenever they are willing. He's right at the door â trying to get closer to the past intimacy of the bedroom â ready to try and work it out, to try and meet in the middle, and push down the pain they've caused him. But will it ever really be forgotten? And he's hoping, even whilst drowning in hopelessness. It's on the other person to come around, for maybe he has run dry, exhausted. Stuck in the silence, the waiting.
Just let me know, I'll be on the floor, on the floor / Maybe we'll work it out: He's on the hallway floor, as all of his guards and dignity have fallen limp. Not putting up any fights to the withdrawal and pain, but rather letting himself succumb to the emotion. Surrendering himself to an addictive love, even if it's destined to harm him in the end. And he's saying maybe we'll work it out. Hoping, maybe, very tentative and insecure in his diction â like he's been in this same spot of desperation before. He's experienced the come down from the high too many times. Yet, a small part of him will still go back. He'll still fall to his knees if the other party welcomes him back in. Again, still a small part of him that tries to hope amid the hopelessness.
The lines before these and the two here now mirror each other, and there's an intention to that. When one's in despair, spiraling within yourself, you can repeat oneself over and over to try and communicate the tortured spot one's in. Repeating the same point again and again, even if phrased a little differently.
I gotta get better, gotta get better [x3]: What was that about repetition? It could be just for rhythmic purposes, granted, but it feels like it's something told to himself, repeating it like a mantra. A mantra that reflects both a personal struggle to heal and a stronghold on the aspiration to improve the situation with the other party. And it's sung in almost a yell, and very self-chastising. He's placing himself at fault, this confession into how he feels â and, because of the urgency the repetition evokes, it could be something that's been plaguing him, weighing him down to the floor. Maybe he knows he's not been handling things well, like one would with a drug addiction, and needs to get better to work it out. Even if it's not a guarantee. And, once more, the repetition, in this section and in other moments of the song, pushes forward the feelings of hopelessness, desperation, and even submissiveness.
[VERSE 2] I walked the streets all day Running with the thieves 'Cause you left me in the hallway (Give me some more) Just take the pain away
I walked the streets all day / Running with the thieves: These lyrics continue along the path of melancholy and introspection, and the sense of solitude is further painted. The speaker is wandering hopelessly, searching for something to replicate his drug â much like how substance abusers spend their days walking the streets looking for more. Then. Any saying that includes "running with the..." implies associating oneself with a group of people without necessarily identifying within it. A thief is someone who seeks something they don't possess. In this song, he's waiting desperately for someone who isn't returning back to him, so he feels the connection to the thieves â he seeks something he no longer possesses.
There's also an air of reminiscence to Liam Sparkes' quote in Another Man, speaking of tattooing Harry's butterfly:
"The butterfly on his torso is based on an old French prison tattoo inspired by Papillon. Traditionally, it would mean the wearer is a thief â something to do with the double meaning of 'Je vole', which translates as both 'I steal' and 'I fly'." â Liam Sparkes
This can bring in some more theorization of symbolism, as butterflies can represent someone's yearning for freedom or metamorphosis. He's been trapped in this metaphorical prison, in the hallway setting, for so long that he dreams of running with the thieves as a sense of freedom. Even if that freedom is self-destructive, it would still be freedom from this hopelessness and melancholia. Then, the illusion of metamorphosis, where he thinks these bad coping mechanisms will give him the feeling of open wings, but he's just shot down instead. The dichotomy and this could be a stretch, I fear, but I like sharing anyhow.
Running with the thieves could indicate he's let himself get carried away by things around him, to take his mind off the pain, engulfing himself in self-destructive things. Almost like he's fallen into the dramatic justifying thoughts: What's the point of anything if this love is lost? If the one I love won't let me in, might as well throw my entire self away. With this withdrawal of losing intimacy and connection with the other person, there's a lack of meaning to anything he does. So why not go and run about? Indulge himself in a self-induced ticking time bomb?
'Cause you left me in the hallway (Give me some more) / Just take the pain away: He points the finger to the other person as the cause of his agonizing isolation in the hallway, as they've neglected him in the limbo, for he has no indication of where they stand. He's been left somewhere in the middle of an unfinished relationship, hoping for more. Hoping for the person to take his pain away. And, through all this, I feel there's an indication that he's the only one holding out hope anymore. He blames his irresponsible actions from the lines before on the fact that he's been, again, left in the hallway, framing anything he does destructively as a cause-and-effect phenomenon. Again, the hallway is such a temporary and empty place to be, a way to get to the destination but never the destination itself. If one's standing endlessly in the hallway, especially in a moment of stagnancy with no direction out, you're nowhere meaningful â and that can be torturous.
I love how Give me some more plays off the earlier Give me some morphine, which can be both an emphasis and a branch off, diving deeper into the desperation. Screaming into the echos of the hallway "Give me more!". More effort from the other person, some more hope or signals that would make him believe they're working towards making things better too. And maybe this will take his pain away. Even if that soothing is superficial, he's desperate for something to take it away.
[CHORUS] Just let me know, I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know, I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better I gotta get better, gotta get better And maybe we'll work it out
The chorus returns, with the spiraling repetition and aching. We have the metaphors of the hallway, the bedroom, but what about the door? Each piece of the setting listeners have been placed in holds such symbolism to it. The door could be a metaphor for entering back into the relationship, for the door is what separates the bedroom (intimacy) and the hallway (isolation). He's waiting for their permission for him to open the door and enter the room â circling back to how the speaker's the only one who still wants this companionship. He's the one having the desires, this desperation, a need â but the other person is failing to even meet him in the middle, to meet him in the hallway, even as he's now collapsed on the floor, overtaken by the pains of his withdrawal and melancholy.
[OUTRO] We don't talk about it It's something we don't do 'Cause once you go without it Nothing else will do
We don't talk about it / It's something we don't do: Here we go again, this man and his communication issues. I've said it before, and will probably say it a million more as it's inevitable to come up âstruggle with communication is such a common theme across HS1, across his discography entirely. The two of them don't talk about their issues â maybe they're scared that if they start talking about it, it'll be like tugging on a loose thread, only a matter of time before they both unravel. There's a fear of loss, and a fear of having to grieve the companionship, as the love has grown â say it with me now â addictive.
'Cause once you go without it / Nothing else will do: Once he's had a taste of what this person could be for him, how they can take the edge off, he feels that anything and anyone that follows will pale in comparison. Drugs, such as morphine, are so highly addicting that people often feel like they can't live without it and nothing else is as good â after they've felt that surge in their body, or the relief, even if it was illusionary.
Within the confines of Meet Me in the Hallway, in its somber after-hours feel, themes and conceptualizations were set up to be returned to throughout the debut album. This song also has a lot to do with the self, which is fitting to lift the opener of a debut and reintroduction. But this relationship with the self isn't healthy all the time, and I think it's beautiful that we do explore darker themes often in his work. Writing songs can be a form of catharsis, and we are the gifted to be able to hear it, and maybe find our own release.
Thank you for reading, youâre absolutely incredible! If there are any songs youâd like me to make an analysis of, please send your request to my inbox! along with any questions or insights you might have yourself!
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just finished episode ignis and i am feeling not so good
#listen i'm a sucker for a doomed hero#but the execution in main ffxv plot feels so cheap#the moments that tug at your heartstrings so deeply#like picking out the photo noct takes with him or prompto helping iggy up when he stumbles once he's blinded#they ring so true and hurt so much because they're continuances of what makes the first half of the plot so damn good#community#teamwork#not going it alone#Gladio's dialogue when their fighting the archaean and he's like listen noct my job is to think clearly for you when you can't#the entire teamwork skill tree#you spend so much time with this core group of four people who are holding each other together as things go to shit around them#and the crux of the plot is that the whims of the gods mean noctis has to go die alone??#it doesn't make sense thematically#if you need sacrifice#have the four sacrifice their lives together#or acknowledge that the sacrifices made thru the rest of the plot mostly happen to characters we haven't spent 99% of our in-game time with#and make the climax of the story our main four splitting the lucii ring's power amongst them to save noct and end the scourge#if the theme is sharing burdens don't drop that in the second act#i know my opinions are definitely colored by the fact that#i spent 70+ hours in-game and completed 80+ side quests and hit level 55 BEFORE i brought the boys to altissia#but for fucks sake. we get more character development after the time skip for fucking TALCOTT than our main four.#it feels so impersonal and such a far cry from the first half of the game#anyway#I'm going to go write more fic now#ffxv#ffxv ignis
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âIâm sorry Steve, I thought we were just having fun! I enjoyed you taking me out and paying for everything thatâs allâŠâ Is what Shelley said to him when Steve walked into the bar and saw her flirting with another guy.Â
Obviously, he smiled and shook his head, said everything was okay, âJust a silly misunderstandingâ and left, ever so graceful. But the second he was outside he cursed, tried not to shed a tear, failed, and then started laughing.Â
He probably looks like a mad man, or a drunk. But no, donât worry people, heâs not drunk or crazy, heâs just really, really stupid. He thought Shelley really liked him, he thought they were dating. And Shelley just assumed he was just another playboy so she played him back. Heâs not even mad at her. She didn't mean to hurt him. Itâs not her fault Steve is just so easy to hurt.Â
Sighing, he gets his phone out to get an uber and hugs himself even though itâs not really that cold outside, waiting for his car, already imagining the big, greasy burger heâs going to order when he gets home. He deserves it, okay?
The car that pulls out has definitely seen better days, but itâs clean and comfortable so Steve doesnât think twice about getting in. He offers the driver a smile through the rearview mirror, sparing a moment to notice his eyes are big and dark, and they crinkle when he smiles back at him.Â
Steve sits stiff and straight for a moment before realizing no one is there to judge him right now and he deflates, sighing again and letting himself collapse against the seat. Still hugging himself to feel any sort of comfort, he bumps his head against the window softly a couple of times.Â
âLong night?â The driver asks him in a friendly manner.
Steve meets his eyes in the rearview again and shrugs, smiling back crookedly âThought I should go home early since I already accomplished making an ass of myself for the nightâ
He checks the uber app for the driverâs name, doesnât want to be rude by not remembering. âEddieâ chuckles at Steve's statement.
âYou did, huh? Well good job on getting it out of the way then,â
Steve chuckles back, âYeah, I was actually thinking I deserve a treatâ
He notices Eddie looking back at him a couple of times before breathing an interested, âOh, yeah?â
âYeah,â Steve says, âA huge cheesy burger or somethingâ Wondering what Eddie was thinking heâd say.
Eddie laughs again, âOh! Right of courseâ and just when heâs about to say something else his phone rings.
âOh, sorryâ Eddie murmurs, immediately hanging up on whoever is calling.Â
âNo worries,â Steve mumbles back, sitting up a little straighter again.Â
âSo, whatâs your favorite dirty burger place?â Eddie asks him.Â
Steve can tell heâs trying to distract him from the mood he entered the car with and he really appreciates it.
He sits forward and leans his forearms against the headrest of the passenger seat, âOh, thereâs so many, butâŠâ from this angle, he can see Eddieâs face better, and he canât help but think heâs got a really nice looking profile, long lashes, full lips, and the cutest nose heâs ever seen, âI think Bennyâs the best oneâ he finishes.
Eddie pulls at a stop light and turns to look at him with a smile and heâs so much prettier than Steve first thought he involuntarily gasps. But thankfully Eddie is talking excitedly and doesnât seem to notice.
âNo way you know Bennyâs?! Benny is my uncle! Well, heâs married to my uncle actually- you know what I mean but yeah, Bennyâs is great!âÂ
Itâs such a weird coincidence that it managed to take Steve out of his stupor and heâs suddenly just as excited as Eddie,
âReally? Oh my god, Iâm so jealous right now, I wished I could live at Bennyâs sometimesâÂ
Eddie laughs, and just when he opens his mouth to reply his phone rings again. This time he doesnât immediately hang up and Steve sees the screen light up with the name âyou deserve betterâÂ
Ouch, he thinks, and his heartstrings tug for his cute, sweet, uber driver. Who offered him friendly conversation cause he noticed he was feeling down and has the most beautiful laugh. He doesn't really know why he feels so strongly about it, he doesn't even know Eddie⊠but he still feels the text is right. Whoever hurt him, Eddie deserved better.
âHey,â He says softly when Eddie hangs up cursing.
Eddie sighs again, âIâm so sorry,âÂ
âHey, no. Itâs fine,â Steve replies, resisting the urge to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
He figures, after the way his night started, heâs got nothing to lose so he says, âSo much talk about Bennyâs I feel like I need to go there right now.âÂ
Eddie letâs out a distracted âHuh?â and Steve soldiers on, âWanna change the destination and join me? You can take me home after,â
He notices Eddie doing a double take and blushing, âReally? I- Am- I- okayâ he stammers but Steve canât really figure out why.
âYeah, you know, that way you donât lose time on the job and have another ride?â He finishes and Eddie laughs,
âOh, right. Yeah That- makes senseâ
They keep talking about their favorite things on the menu on the way there and soon they are sitting face to face in a booth at Bennyâs.
What a pair they make, Steve in a three piece suit, jacket off, vest undone and shirt rolled up to his forearms. And Eddie with sweats and a hoodie.Â
Eddie is even better looking in the shitty dinner light and the blush that adorns his cheeks ever since they came in makes Steve wanna kiss them to feel their warmth.
Benny himself comes to take their order, and Eddie gets up to hug him and introduces him to Steve. They already know each other, because Steve does come to the dinner often and Benny lets Eddie know that.
Eddie thinks it's hilarious that they both have been here so much and never saw each other before, but Steve canât help to think itâs a shame.
âI actually wouldâve loved to have met you sooner,â he tells Eddie at one point and watches curiously as Eddieâs blush turns a few shades darker.
As they eat, Steve tells Eddie about Shelley, about his hopes, about misreading the situation, about his shame. How he doesnât even think he liked Shelley that much, but he just wanted to have something real. Eddie gets mad at him for blaming himself, tells him it wasnât his fault, that heâs being too hard on himself. And itâs not a bad thing to consider but all Steve can think about is how cute Eddie looks when heâs mad on his behalf.
Eventually, Eddie tells Steve about whoever was calling him.Â
âI met him at my last job. I thought he was so cool but turns out he was actually just cold,â Eddie shrugs, âWe dated for like 6 months or something, not that long but, I was miserable the whole time and I didnât even realize it was because of him.âÂ
Eddieâs hand is tearing up a paper napkin between them and Steve tentatively settles his hand over Eddieâs, who stops destroying the napkin and smiles gratefully at Steve, holding his hand back.
âThe worst part is I didnât even break up with him, he broke up with me,â Eddie chuckles self-deprecatingly, âBut he still wanted to keep me around I guess⊠And I⊠didnât want to feel lonelyâÂ
They both stay quiet for a moment after that, and Steve stares at their hands joined over the greasy dinner table and thinks about loneliness, about how he doesn't feel it right now, with Eddie.
âSo, what happened?â he asks after a bit.
âI did eventually realize he was the one making me feel like shit so I stopped seeing him but he didnât appreciate my new sense of self-respect,â Eddie says lightly and Steve instinctively squeezes his hand protectively, which makes Eddie smile again, âIâm doing just fine now though, I told him to fuck off and got a new job. And itâs actually pretty good, ya know?â
Steve canât help but smile back at Eddieâs cute expression, âYeah?â
âHell yeah, my own hours? Good money? Plus Iâve always liked driving around, it calms me. And I get to meet really interesting peopleâŠâ he says, winking at Steve and making him chuckle.
âWell, Iâm glad then. Proud of you for getting out of there,â
âMe too,â Eddie says and looks up as Benny walks over to them.
âSorry to interrupt boys, but we are about to close for the night,â He says, stifling a yawn.
Steve looks surprised at his watch, itâs almost 2 A.M. He canât believe heâs been sitting here with Eddie for hours when it only felt like a few minutes.
He offers to cover the bill but Benny fights him over it and says itâs his treat. And Eddie offers to take him home no charge. So they get in Eddieâs car again only this time Steve sits next to him instead of in the back and they talk about music on their way to his place while Steve changes the radio stations. Laughing, singing and joking around, itâs such a good time. It feels like theyâve been doing this forever, like they could do thisâŠforever. But eventually they arrive at Steveâs building and suddenly Steve doesnât want the night to end.Â
Heâs about to tell Eddie as much, maybe invite him inside, when his phone rings again, the âyou deserve betterâ staring at them. But Eddie immediately grabs his phone and hangs up, blocking the number after.Â
âThere, he canât call me again,â he says with a sigh.
âCan I see your phone for a second?â Steve ventures, making a last second decision.
Eddie looks surprised but curious as he hands it over and Steve punches his phone in.
âIf you ever feel like unblocking him, or calling him back⊠Why donât you try calling me instead?â he says in a rush and then walks out of the car, not lingering to see Eddieâs reaction.
Thereâs always the positivity that he got things wrong again, got too invested too soon again and he doesnât want to know tonight. Heâll deal with it later, if Eddie doesn't call.
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It takes only two days for Steveâs phone to ring, an unknown number flashing on his screen. He picks it up feeling a little out of breath for no reason at all.
âHello?âÂ
âSteve?â
âEddie, Iâ
âWait- before you say anything I just want you to know that I didnât call because I wanted to call him, or I was thinking about him. I called because I canât stop thinking about you, I wanted to talk to you. Okay?â
âEddie- yes! Itâs more than okay, I- I was hoping youâd callâ
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IS IT CASUAL NOW?
issei matsukawa x f!reader
Casually asking your werewolf roommate to put his scent on you to ward off creeps is...well. It's platonic, until it's not.
wc: 2k tags: 18+ only, werewolf!matsukawa, roommates to lovers speed run, dry humping, mattsun's big dick, werewolf scenting -> 2k event
âMatsukawa.â
Your roommate looks up from where heâs idly scrolling through his phone on the couch, eyes widening a fraction once he sees your outfit.Â
Self-consciously, you tug at the hem of the short dress, steeling yourself to ask the question thatâs been idling in your mind all afternoon. âIâm supposed to be going to The Black Crow tonight for my friendâs birthdayââ
âMy condolences,â he cuts in, face blanching slightly as he puts his phone down on the coffee table.Â
Sighing, you nod. âYeah, it wasnât my first pick either. But anyway, I kind of wanted to ask you for a favor.â
He winces. âPlease donât tell me your friend is still trying to get you to hook her up with me.â
Itâs embarrassing how relieved you were when he shot that down months agoânot that youâd ever tell him that.Â
You shake your head, snorting. âNo, definitely not. I justâŠI want to have a good time without having to deal with the weirdos that always hang around there. And one of the girls in my lit class the other day was talking about how nice it is to have a were boyfriend, because sheâs always scented when she goes out now. Nobody bothers her.â
Matsukawa waits patiently for you to continue.
âSoIwasmaybewonderingifyouâdscentmebeforeIleave.â
He blinks.
âAs a friend,â you add, for good measure, to punctuate your mortifying word vomit.Â
He blinks again, lips parting.
Heart pounding with embarrassment, you turn on your heel and squeak out, âGod, I knew that was going to be weird. Forget I said anything please and thanks. Bye!â
âWait.â
Youâre stopped by a hand loosely wrapping its way around your wrist, Matsukawa leaning forward off of the couch cushions.Â
Soul three-quarters into its journey of leaving your body, you slowly turn to face him once more.
âI donât mind. I just want to make sure you know what youâre asking for.âÂ
Thereâs something slightly odd that wavers in his voice when he says it, his throat bobbing as he swallows.Â
âYou just have to like, hold me for a little bit, right?â
He looks up at the ceiling before returning his gaze to you. âYeah, uh. Itâs not that. Youâre a human, so it might not affect you in the same way. But itâsâŠscenting is very intimate for my kind. I donât want to make you uncomfortable, if it ends up being too much.â
Crossing your arms, you furrow your brow. âWeâve been friends for like, eight years, Mattsun. Weâve hugged plenty of times. Iâll be fine.â
Scratching the back of his head, he nods, gesturing for you to come and sit next to him on the couch. âJust tell me if you want me to stop, okay?â
He puts an arm around you, his skin warm against your bare shoulders. Your heart knocks against your ribcage at his proximity, as it always has, but thatâs a secret youâll keep firmly locked behind your teeth. You asked Matsukawa to do this because you trust him, nothing more.Â
Slowly, gentle notes of pine begin to settle over you, drifting and settling like delicate needles atop freshly fallen snow.Â
Itâs subtle, but something inside of you stirs all the same, rising like dust motes in a cracked windowâs breeze.
Your skin prickles.
Your toes curl.Â
Matsukawa leans in, his nose pressed to the side of your neck, and like a carefully twisting dial, the smell is amplified. A sweet, herbal scent dances across your nostrils, tickling the back of your throatâlavender. A field of purple flowers sways delicately in the wind, and you feel warm all over.
Your tongue rests heavily in your mouth.
âIs this okay?â he asks, lips moving against your neck as he speaks.
Your ribcage shudders beneath the weight of whatâs blooming behind it, a trellis for the edges of your fragile heartstrings.Â
You nod.
Matsukawa inhales and begins to drag his nose down the side of your neck, the day-old stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin as he rubs his face against it.
Lemon. The clean scent of lemon trickles in, buried beneath the pine and lavender. You want to tip your head back and part your lips, feel drops of sour juice sink onto your tongue.Â
(You want Matsukawa to grasp your chin, to slip his thumb into your mouth and hold your tongue there as you inhaleâ)
Your fingers dig into the couch cushions.
You swallow.Â
Matsukawaâs wavy black hair is soft against your face as he moves to the base of your throat. And itâs funny, because you know the eucalyptus scent of his shampoo like the back of your hand, can picture the brown bottle where it sits nestled between your shaving cream and body wash.
But right now, while you specifically remember the sight of his dripping wet hair this morning when he walked into the kitchen after showering, right nowâ
You canât smell it at all.
Not over the all-consuming scents that permeate you from head to toe.Â
âOh,â you gasp, unable to hold back the noise that slips out of you, gut churning at the sensation as his lips skirt your collarbone.
He pauses, slowly going to pull away, and before you can think better of it, you thread your fingers in his hair.
âNo, no,â you exhale, a little dazed. âItâs fine, itâsâŠkeep going.â
Heâs still for a moment.
âPlease,â you add.
Matsukawa breathes out, his breath hot and damp against your sternum, and you roll your shoulders.
Pine and lavender and lemon and heatâ
âI should move to your other side to get the restââ
You shift, not waiting for him to finish his sentence as you start to throw a leg over his lap, your body acting before your mind can fully contemplate the action. Matsukawa grunts, and the room sways as strong hands grip your waist, pulling you fully into his lap in one swift movement. Your dress is rucked up enough to allow your thighs to spread wide, and you try not to think about the way your panties are now on clear display.Â
Forehead falling against his, youâre both quiet, save for the sounds of your breathing.
âOkay?â he asks, voice a little rough.
âYeah.â
Matsukawa leans back in, bringing his face to the other side of your neck that heâs yet to rub his scent on. Itâs more difficult to mask how affected you are by this, now that youâre straddling his lap. Your mind floats untethered in a lush forest, and you unconsciously press closer.
Something rumbles in Matsukawaâs chest, and the hand thatâs still curled around your hip flexes, thumb pressing into your hipbone. His free hand slides up to the back of your neck, fingers slipping through the hair at your nape.Â
Lush lavender interspersed with pine needles.
Matsukawaâs face strays a haphazard path as he scents his way across all of the exposed skin he can reach, his breathing going a bit ragged.Â
Lemons and tall trees and a soft forest floor.
You tilt your head to the side, and he buries his face in the tender juncture between your shoulder and neck.
âMatsukawa,â you exhale.Â
Matsukawa shifts, and teeth graze your skin.
Youâre on the verge of combusting.Â
âIssei, please.â
It was an accident, the slip of his name. But Matsukawa just shudders beneath you, one hand cupping the side of your face. âI can stop, if you want.â
He misunderstood.
And youâve slipped so deeply into the cradle of his lap, his erection now lies flush against your cotton panties.
âNo,â you whisper. âNo, I donât want you to stop.â
âWhy?â he rasps.Â
Your lips move of their own volition, âIt feels so good.â
He growls, but the sound is somehow soft. It goes right to the simmering heat between your legs all the same. âYeah?â
You nod, inhaling slowly as you run a hand over your sternum, body arching into his.Â
âThen enjoy it,â he murmurs, both hands now on your hips.
He breathes hot and heavy against your shoulder, and you card your fingers through his black hair. Giving in to the urge, you tug, just a little. Just hard enough for him toâ
âHahââ he exhales, tongue sliding in a firm, broad stroke over the low neckline of your dress, skirting the swell of your breasts.Â
Matsukawa rocks his hips upward, fingers pressing into your skin, and you gasp at the friction of his hard cock against your swollen clit. You belatedly realize just how wet your panties are, the material now soaked through with sticky arousal as it clings to your sopping folds.Â
âYou have no idea,â he grounds out. âHow good you smell.â
âMe?â you ask, breathless. You thought scents were strictly a werewolf thing.Â
He nods, dragging his nose from the hollow of your throat to the sensitive spot behind your earlobe. âHumans can't smell themselves, but wolves can.â
He inhales deeply.
âSalt water and oranges,â he groans.
Your chest flutters at this new information, and he nips at your earlobe.
âBut when youâreââ He groans, rocking his cock against your clothed cunt again. âWhen youâre like thisâŠâ
In any other situation, you might be mortified over what heâs implying. But right now, all you can do is whimper as he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss over the corner of your jaw and tells you how you smell when youâre aroused with a gravel-rough voice that will fucking haunt you until you die, probably.Â
âIt gets sweeterâŠlike a peach,â Matsukawa murmurs. âDrives me fuckinâ crazy.â
Oh.
Your cunt aches as you dry hump his erection, mouth watering at the sheer length of it. When you look down, the back of your neck heats up as you see the dark stain on his gray sweatpants, your slick arousal having soaked clear through your underwear.
He must see you looking, because one of his hands slides to the small of your back to urge you to keep going as he murmurs, âI donât mind.â
You gasp when he presses up into you harder, and the zap of pleasure that ricochets in your chest and settles in your gut leaves you dizzy with need. Shiny precum pools on his abdomen, the head of his cock flushed red as it pokes out from the waistband of his pants.Â
âIssei, can youââ your chest heaves as you try to get the words out. âWill you kiââ
Matsukawa doesnât let you finish, one large hand cupping the back of your head as he brings his mouth crashing into yours. He swallows down your gasp of surprise, the moan of pleasure that leaves you at the feeling of his plush lips slotted against your own.Â
His stubble caresses your chin as his tongue skirts the seam of your mouth, beckoning your lips to part. Matsukawa deepens the kiss, his other hand wholly palming your ass while you drag yourself up and down his length. Itâs possessive, the way heâs touching you now. Your entire body shudders and trembles with pleasure, your raw nerves alight as your composure slips with each thrust.
Pine and lavender and lemon and Issei, Issei, Isseiâ
You donât realize youâre crying out his name until you feel him cup your face and start to murmur your own, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watches you come in his lap.Â
When you can finally breathe again, you look down to find thick ropes of cum all over his t-shirt as he tugs up the waistband of his pants to cover his spent cock.Â
Pine.
Lavender.
Lemon.
Issei.
He blinks a few times, dragging a hand through his hair before he stares at you, dazed.
Your phone vibrates on the coffee table, and thereâs a banging noise at the front door, followed by the distant shout of one of your friends yelling, âLetâs paaaaaarty!â
But what the fuck just happenedâ
You glance between the door and Matsukawa, and he gives you a lopsided smile. âGo.â
Sighing, you start to pull yourself out of his lap, but a firm grip on your hip stops you. Matsukawa takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he adds, âWeâll talk about this later.â
#matsukawa issei x reader#matsukawa issei#dee writes#dee's 2k#haikyuu!!#mattsun#mattsun x reader#werewolf!mattsun
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GAM3 BO1
pairing: heeseung x reader
genre: smut
summary: reclusive gamer heeseung offers you the chance to live in a decent place in exchange for your companionship.
warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, voyeurism, dubcon, somnophilia, jerking off, exhibitionism, coercion, humiliation, anal sex
word count: 3.7k
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The man youâre looking at in this coffee shop does not look like he could pay rent anywhere, let alone cover most of yours. He looks like he should be scrolling imageboards in his motherâs basement as he dines on high-fructose corn syrup. His eyes have bags, his skin is pale and sallow, his overgrown bangs reach below his eyebrows, and heâs so thin that the sleeves of his button-up hang from his arms. He peeks at you under his eyelashes, smiling shyly.
âYou seem like a good fit,â he says quietly, fiddling with the handle of his mug of coffee. âAnd like I said, all you would have to do is clean up, do the laundryâŠmake sure the place isnât a complete pigsty.â He laughs softly. âGod knows Iâm awful at that.â
âWell, I can do that,â you say slowly, leaning back in your chair. âI still donât understand why youâre being so generous. I mean, you could just get a maid. Itâd cost you less money, too.â You donât mention that the apartment is ridiculously nice for the pittance he would let you pay for it, and itâs in a choice location in the city. When you saw the ad for it on the roommate app you had downloaded, you had thought it was a scam. But then, you were so desperate that you were willing to fall for a scam. As it turns out, the apartment is real â he had sent you a video of it at your behest â and the owner was definitely real.
Heeseung â Heeseung Lee, a single computer programmer that had come into an undisclosed yet presumably exorbitant amount of wealth following his parentsâ passing â laughs again, a self-conscious chuckle that quickly dies in his throat. âWell, to be honest with youâŠI just get lonely. I mean, my work is all online, and I donât have many, uh, friends. I sort of just stay at home and playâŠâ Heeseungâs voice becomes hushed. âplay video games. Itâs sort of pathetic.â
âNothing pathetic about that,â you say quickly. Heâs so earnest, it tugs at your heartstrings. âI think this could be a great arrangement.â
Heeseung looks up at you, and his eyes are shining. He smiles at you, tilting his head. âReally?â
âYeah.â You smile as well. âAnd Iâm a pretty good companion, if I do say so myself.â
Heeseungâs eyes flicker down, lingering below your collar for a full five seconds before he looks back up at you. âYou know, I think youâll be a great companion for me.â
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Your first week living in his apartment is relatively peaceful. Relatively is the operative word. Your room is comfortable, stocked with plain furniture. Heeseung gives you carte blanche to decorate it as you wish, which is nice. Cleaning up after him is a simple affair, too. He deposits his dirty dishes and takeout containers outside of his door at regular intervals â 6 pm, when he wakes up and orders something, 8 pm, when he remembers to eat something, and 2 am, when he needs a snack to keep him going. You got home from work at 5, so it wasnât hard to accommodate him. He exclusively eats Doordash, which saddens you a bit. When you made pasta for yourself one day, you decided to knock on his door and offer him a bowl of it. His eyes had widened, like you had offered him  a plate of solid gold.
âReally?â heâd said, receiving the bowl.
âYeah, of course.â You had smiled at him sympathetically; it was really so easy to please him.
Heeseung had grinned at you. âThank you, thank you.â He had taken a large bite of it and closed his eyes, nodding and pointing at the bowl. âYouâre so good at cooking, wow. Wow, thank you.â
âDonât mention it.â
âNo reallyâŠyouâre an angel. Like a domestic goddess.â Heeseung had looked you up and down. âYouâre like a cute little maid.â
You laughed and walked away.
 His eating habits were one thing, but some things he does mystify you. He refuses to let you inside of his room, blocking your view of the door. You can catch a whiff of stale air whenever the door is cracked even slightly, which piques your interest. âItâs just really messy in here,â heâd tell you nervously. Heeseung only really comes out of his room to play Overwatch on the Smart TV in the living room. Other than that, he asks you periodically to bring him things when you get home from work.
Thereâs also one other issue: you swear your panties are going missing. Your favourite pair of panties has vanished, as well as a pair you generally wear when youâre on your period. You take care of all the laundry (including Heeseungâs own filthy boxers), so itâs impossible that you could have misplaced them. You donât push anything, though.
Today is weird, though. When you get home, thereâs a medium-sized package outside of the door. It has Heeseungâs name on it, so you bring it to his door and knock. âHeeseung, thereâs something for you.â
Heeseung cracks the door open, his hair having grown even longer in the week you had been here. âOh, no,â he says, pointing with a bony finger, âthatâs for you.â
âAw, Heeseung,â you say with a wide smile. âYou got me something?â
Heeseung grins at you and shrugs. âItâs the least I can do. You do so much for meâŠI hope you like it.â
You excitedly open the package, but your smile drops when you see its contents: a cheaply-made maid outfit with spaghetti straps, white lace trim, and a skirt that would cover your panties and little else. âYouâŠwant me to wear this?â
âYes,â Heeseung says, reaching out to touch your shoulder. âCome on, itâs just a dress. No one else will see.â
You sigh. He practically lets you live here for free, so you might as well play along. âWhat, you want me to wear it right now?â
Heeseung nods so vigorously youâre surprised his head doesnât roll off his skinny little neck. You turn away to head to your room to change, but Heeseungâs grip on your shoulder tightens. âNo. Change here.â
You whip your head to face him. âWhat?â
His gaze is steely now, his previous shyness having seemingly dissipated. âChange in front of me.â Then, as though he had been momentarily possessed, his softness returns. âPlease? I donât ask you for a lot, right?â
You swallow your pride and put the maid outfit on the ground. First, you remove your hoodie, revealing your tank top. As you fold up your hoodie, you can see Heeseungâs hand furiously moving in his boxers, which causes you to freeze.
âKeep going,â he says hoarsely, leaning his head back. Dread pools inside of your gut as you continue to strip. Soft, strained moans spill from Heeseungâs lips as he watches you strip down to your underwear. When you put on the maid costume, he carefully adjusts the straps of your dress with his slick hands. âVery nice,â Heeseung says. âTurn around for me?â
You turn, and you can feel the cool air of the apartment hitting your ass- the dress is that short. âSo good,â Heeseung whispers. âYou can take it off now.â
Your hands fumble with the hem of your dress, but Heeseung laughs. âNot here,â he says, removing his hands from your shoulder. âIn your room, silly. And after youâre done, bring the dress to me, okay?â
Youâre too dazed to question his instructions, and youâre all but too happy to get out of the dress. After youâre done changing, you hand the maid outfit to him. He smiles and takes it without a word.
Things go by relatively smoothly after that, and you almost wonder if you made that incident up. The only thing that has changed about his behavior is that he comes to see you more. Not for long, only a few minutes per day. If you make cookies, heâll ask if he can try some of the dough or try a cookie. If youâre doing the laundry, heâll ask you about your day as you fold.
Youâre currently on your hands and knees scrubbing a particularly obstinate white stain on his couch when you hear Heeseungâs voice behind you. âYou know, you should wear leggings more often,â he says.
You donât turn to look at him. âYeah, why?â
âThey make your ass look perfect,â he says with a laugh. âOf course, it looks best naked.â
Youâre about to ask him how he would know how your ass looks naked before heâs already wandered off. About two minutes later, you can hear him in his room playing a low-grade pornography, his own moans mixing in with the fake screams of pleasure from the women. You put your headphones on and try to drown the sound out- even the sound of Heeseung calling your own name.
This goes on for a while, and it only gets worse. Now he leaves his door open so the sound of him jerking off echoes through the apartment. When youâre trying to sleep, you can hear the severely un-titillating sounds of the brother-con hentai he watches.
One day, youâre rummaging through your underwear drawer trying to find your comfortable, plain bra. You realize that itâs missing, and your anger reaches a boiling point. You stomp over to his room and knock on the door. âHeeseung,â you growl.
Heeseung opens the door nonchalantly and smiles. âHi,â he says innocently, âcould you clean my room for me?â
âCould I what? Heeseung, did you steal m-,â
âAnd could you wear this while you do it?â As if he had been expecting you, Heeseung walks over to his bed and hands you the maid outfit, your missing bra, and that pair of your favorite panties. All of them were coated in globs of cum in various stages of hardening, especially your panties.
âHeeseung!â You take a step back from him. âIâm not doing that, for fuckâs sake.â
Heeseung just smiles at you. âI think you should.â
âYeah? Why?â
âEither you wear this, or make you pay your share of the rent.â Heeseung leans towards you, and you can smell his fruity, sickly breath. âThe choice is yours, of course.â
âYouâre insane,â you say, leaning away from him.
âWhatever. Now get in the maid outfit.â
Tears well in your eyes as you head to your room to don the most humiliating outfit youâve ever seen. When you put the bra and panties on, his cum oozes out of them and drips onto the floor. The maid outfit is sticky all over, and you shiver. You donât even look yourself in the mirror before leaving your room to see Heeseung again. His hand is already wrapped around his dick by the time you walk out, his boxers resting around his ankles.
âWait, wait,â Heeseung says, holding up his free hand. âDonât walk to me. Crawl to me.â
The humiliation forces your head down as you sink to your hands and knees and crawl towards Heeseung. When he sees you at his feet, Heeseung smiles, still stroking his cock. âSuch a cute little maid,â he says. âNow get up on your knees, come on. Be good.â
You prop yourself up on your knees, so that youâre level with his crotch. âNow,â he says softly, âopen wide.â
You close your eyes, open your mouth, and Heeseung slides his cock into your mouth. When he does, he moans loudly, and he grabs at your hair. Heeseung fucks your mouth like itâs a pussy, and the musty state of his cock makes you gag the entire time. His balls slap against your face, and he keeps whimpering pathetically. His other hand reaches down and squeezes one tit after the other, and within no time heâs pulling his cock out of your mouth, tugging it hurriedly, and finishing all over your face. He tugs his boxers up to his waist again and sighs. âThat was great,â he says, affectionately ruffling your hair. âWhenever youâre ready, you can come inside my room and tidy it up. I know it bothers you that Iâm so messyâŠâ
Your jaw is too sore to speak, and for a moment you just lie there on the floor in the hallway. None of it seems real, none of it makes sense to you. The worst part of it all is that you can feel wetness pooling in between your thighs, which makes you groan softly.
A little while later, Heeseung emerges from his room. He crouches down and strokes your hair. âYou want me to get you something?â he asks soothingly. âSome water, juice?â
âWater would be nice.â You cough a few times. Heeseung gets up and comes back shortly with a bottle of water that he opens for you. You pull yourself up so that youâre sitting, legs crossed, and you drink the water while Heeseung pats your hair comfortingly. Once you calm down, you and Heeseung head inside of his room.
Itâs disgusting, which is an understatement. The bed is unmade and piled with stained pillows, the floor is spattered with cum, his bookshelf is a horrid mishmash of coding textbooks and manga, his closet is filled with clothes, of which only half are on hangers. His desk area is relatively clean, but one of his three monitors is playing some filthy pornography. The other has Discord open, and the third has some weird game you donât recognize open. Worst of all is the pocket pussy resting on his gaming chair.
You sigh. Seems like you have a lot of work to do.
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Over the next few months, you start to realize that Heeseung is treating you like a pseudo-girlfriend. He changes your contract so that he pays for virtually all of the rent, as well as the groceries. He even gives you a hefty monthly allowance, enough that you can start building up your savings.
Of course, you doubt that a regular boyfriend would treat you the way Heeseung does. For one, ever since you cleaned his room the first time, he expects you to clean it every day while donning a humiliating outfit of his choosing. He likes to have you walk around in the apartment wearing striped microkinis, plaid skirts with black G-strings, nurse costumes, maid outfits, and an elaborate swimsuit cosplay of his favorite League of Legends character. Heâll watch you as you clean his room clad in whatever skimpy outfit heâs gifted you, commenting on your body. Other times, heâll come up behind you as youâre in the kitchen or living room and grope your ass or tits before wandering back to his cave. Thatâs what he does on a regular basis.
Lately, heâs been fucking you. It started when you were eating a bowl of cereal before heading off to work. You had heard his room door creak open, then his dragging, lumbering footsteps.
âGood morning,â he had whispered, placing his hands on your shoulders. âYouâve got a little somethingâŠâ
Before you could say anything, Heeseung had licked the tip of his finger and swiped up the bit of milk lingering by the corner of your mouth. He stuck his finger into his mouth, still hovering over you. Every time you took a bite of cereal, trying to finish up as quickly as you could, he would wipe your face and then suck the milk off of his fingers. His other hand rested on your shoulder, rubbing it slightly, until it slid down lower and lower. As he ran his thumb against the corner of your mouth, he slowly began groping your breasts. Heeseung pressed his lips against yours, both of his hands fondling you.
You had pulled your lips away. âStop. I just ironed this shirtâŠâ
âSorry,â he had said, buttoning your shirt from behind. As soon as it was sufficiently open, he groped your tits directly, his lips on yours. He had a greedy, selfish way of kissing you; his tongue would slither down your throat, gagging you. Heeseung had unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, then he pushed your cereal to the side. He pushed you down onto the dining table, your chest pressing against the wood. You could feel his hands tugging your damp panties to the side.
âSuch a nice pussy,â he had murmured. You heard him spit, then you felt cool fingers pumping themselves in and out of you. You bit your lip so you couldnât give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. Heeseung only prepped you just enough to get you wet, then he stuffed himself inside of you, inch by inch.
Your hands curled, desperately trying to find any purchase. It had been a long time since you had anything inside of you, and you welcomed the pleasure. But you couldnât let Heeseung know that.
His gnarled fingernails dug into your soft flesh as he pounded away at you. He wasnât particularly vocal, only making soft moans of pleasure. Sometimes, he would drag himself out of you, then slam back inside. He smacked your ass. âJust look at that shit jiggle,â he said breathlessly. âI want to try that out nextâŠâ
With that, he had slid his fingers into your tight hole, and you couldnât hold back a gasp. Heeseung pumped his fingers in and out of the band of muscle, widening it. You had never taken anything up your ass before, and your toes curled in fear and anticipation.
You felt him slip out of your pussy, and the painful stretch of his cock opening your asshole replaced the pleasure you had previously felt. Heeseung groaned as he fucked your ass raw, only the precum that had dribbled from his cock for lube. Fortunately, he didnât last, pumping your ass full with hot cum before pulling out of you. âYour pussy is definitely better,â he had muttered before walking away. While you rested against the table, trying to recollect yourself, you heard him booting up another game of League of Legends. With a palpable sense of shame, you finished yourself off right there as your cheek pressed against the table, your fingers wildly swirling against your engorged clit. You came with a shudder, then you darted into the bathroom to clean yourself up and go to work.
He never fucked your ass again, but your pussy and mouth were fair game for him. Whenever he sees you now, wearing the outfits he picks for you, he shoves his fingers down your throat. Once your throat is pliant and his fingers are coated in your spit, he either make you blow him or he fingers you wherever you are, his other hand stroking all over your body. Then he goes back into his room while youâre there, dripping wet. Heeseung likes having you wet all the time, so he can fuck you at his convenience.
Like right now, he was playing another game of Overwatch, hunched over his controller and eyes laser-focused on the screen. You were on your hands and knees, pushing yourself back and forth on his dick. This time, he had made you wear a cow-print bikini, complete with a bell; every time you fucked yourself on his cock, it would jingle.
âFuck,â Heeseung says, voice ragged, âmy teamâs Tracer is so shit at kiting. Itâs such a basic concept.â
âThat really sucks,â you say through gritted teeth.
Heeseung reaches his hand out and touches your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your lips. âYouâre such a good listener,â he coos, lazily thrusting as he removes his hand and continues playing his game. He soon stops moving, and you have to pick up his slack, rocking yourself as fast as you can so he can cum and be done with it. âAh, stop going so fast,â Heeseung says, lightly slapping your ass. âI want to sync my nut up for when I use my ultimate.â
As you heed his instructions, you squeeze your eyes shut and tell yourself that homelessness is a far worse prospect than this, homelessness is bad, you wouldnât like a homeless shelter.
It wasnât like he didnât jerk off anymore, either. He did, maybe even more than before he started using you. Heeseung liked to spread his legs, milk his cock right in front of you, then lick up the cum off of the couch while he told you to play with yourself. Whenever you got close to cumming, he would tell you to stop and do some task for him. Then, when you were scrubbing the dishes or wiping down his desk, he would plunge his cock into you and fuck you until you were twitching and crying out. Other times, he would make you sit in his room with him. He would sit you on his lap while he watched some degenerate hentai, and he would make you jerk him off while he fondled your tits and rubbed your clit.
Once, you went to bed early because you had a hard day at work. Your dream is odd; youâre running from a ghost in a dilapidated mansion. You canât see it, but you can feel its presence. Then you feel it catch you, its hands wrapping around your waist, your tits. The ghost rubs your body slowly, almost tenderly, and you can feel its hardness pressing against your ass as youâre suspended in the air.
When you open your eyes, you realize that it wasnât a dream, not quite. There is a hand that has slipped under your shirt, caressing your chest, and another hand on your waist. And someone is humping you, whimpering as he does. Quite belatedly, you realize that your pajama pants have been pulled down.
âHeeseung?â you whisper sleepily.
âShh,â he says, âjust go back to sleep, okay? Iâll be done soon.â
Youâre too tired from everything to fight it, so your eyes flutter shut. Heeseung slowly thrusts into you, almost like he doesnât want to wake you, and you smile slightly at the sentiment. He fucks you lazily and slowly, and only speeds up when heâs about to cum. He cums inside of you and uses his fingers to push his seed back up.
âThanks for letting me do that,â he whispers before leaving you alone.
As youâre drifting to sleep again, you can hear him telling someone to, âFucking stop camping.â
This is still better than being homeless.
#heeseung smut#heeseung x reader#enha smut#enhypen smut#a fic by rubyreduji partially inspired this!
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Jimin fic recs 2024 đ„ł
Itâs Jiminâs birthday, and of course I havenât forgotten! And even though Iâm not doing my monthly rec lists anymore, Iâd still love and hope to make recs on each memberâs birthday at least đ«¶
Therefore, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jimin stories that Iâve read this past year (2023-2024)đ Have I recommended these before? Yes. But I will not stop screaming about these stories because they are so fucking amazing!! I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing âš All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đ„čđ„ł
âMost of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.âÂ
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their facesđ Letâs share and give lots of love!
Looking for more to read? Check âThe Libraryâ, last years Jimin recs or last years recs đ
[index] â jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (đ) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ», fantasy = đȘ.Â
âThe Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // đđđđ„°
đ as a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.
đšïž this is just so fucking hilarious, donât get me started. I laughed from beginning to end đ And itâs still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like âš Iâve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I donât want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, itâs one of my faves.
âThe Airport Couple: Park Jiminâs Cock[pit] @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // đđ„°đ„”
đtalk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. Itâs synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things donât go south⊠literally.Â
đšïž I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do âš It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles đ„č Itâs also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites đ
âCouchsurfer @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // đ„”đ„°
đ this was left intentionally blank đ«„
đšïž omg this was so fucking good! First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though itâs short and one night they spend together đ„č the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it âš itâs insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty đ„” I canât tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn đ„” this is so fucking good, please donât sleep on the this beauty đ Normally, Iâm not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good! Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE đ âš
âThe Devil in His Details @johobi [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // college!au // đ„”
đ evil comes in many forms. In this instance, itâs a 5âČ8âł pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And youâre the form you want him to come in.
đšïž I am MIND BLOWN đ€Żđ„” This is one of the dirtiest, filthiest fics Iâve EVER read. Like itâs in the top five, if not even top three! đ€€ It was fucking perfection, the writing, fucking amazing, the dynamic/tension between Jimin and OCâFuck. GOLD. Abso-fucking-lutely one of the very best fanfics Iâve read âš
âGo Go @inkjam-moon [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // best friend!au // đ„”đ„°
đ Jiminâs been your best friend since you were little; but coming from a rich family heâs paid for everything, and he doesnât realize that it hurts you when you canât pay him back for all the presents and vacations. When he becomes CEO of his own successful company, it gets worse because he promised to always take care of you, but when secrets come out on the night of your graduation from university, will Jimin be able to keep his promise?
đšïž this was so fucking sweet đ„č đ their friendship is so precious, and the way that they ended up waiting so many fucking years before telling each other about their feelings for each other đ„č almost pulled them apart đ really beautiful âš
âOui @pixieknj [2.1K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ almost getting caught with your boyfriendâŠ
đšïž this was so good! Short and sweet âš
âPeaches and Cream @snackhobi [9.1k]Â // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au // đ„”
đ you wouldnât mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls werenât so thin and b) he didnât seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.Â
đšïž IâLL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT PEACHES THE SAME WAY AGAIN đ„” Thank you very much, this was so fucking hot I think Iâm malfunctioning. And now, Iâve time Iâll eat a peach, or watch other people eat peachesâ Iâll forever think of this story đ„”âš
âOur âGet Alongâ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k]Â // pjm x f.reader // e2l // đ„”
đ another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. Itâs never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.
đšïž JFHKJSFKSDJDHâ This was so fucking hilarious đ The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH đ„” and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter đ AND THE SWEAT??? Iâm weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard đ€
âJust a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // đ„”đ©ïžđ
đ they said having a relationship with a human wasnât a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didnât know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. Thatâs at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a droughtâŠ.
đšïž FUCK đ This was so fucking good I donât even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure đ This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it đ and the smut, God, it was so goodâ I donât know what to say đ And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again đ This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible đ Donât mind all the crying, itâs happy tears, I promise đ Also, itâs mostly told in Jiminâs POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!
âHigh on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k]Â // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // đ„”
đ Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.
đšïž I am just BLOWN AWAY by the ficâ holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut đ„”đ„”đ„” I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know Iâm using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves âš And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! đ„”
âThe Ten Days of Ex-Mas: pt1 + pt2 @kpopfanfictrash [44.6k] // pjm x f.reader // holiday!au, second chance!au, hockey!au, exes to loves // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend youâre still dating â and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.
đšïž okay. Okay. Okay. *deep calm breaths* âTHIS IS SO INCREDIBLY GOOD, I truly donât know where to begin! The plot? The hurt/anger? Their chemistry? Their sexiness? Fuck, like everything in this is making it a beautiful masterpiece đ I really love how each of them thinks about what happened with their relationship, are working to get better, though Jimin should have been honest about his intentions for the trip, everything was just so fucking amazing đ I really loved the aspect of self reflection, seeking therapy, working through it and all thatâ really payed of for the characters! Loved it, it was so good đ
âThe Pitfalls of Silk + drabble @ctrlhope [20k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, hybrid!au, soulmate!au // đ„°đ„”đđȘ
đ the winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before youâ tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same.Â
đšïž I truly donât know where to begin with this oneâ damn. It was so fucking amazing!! The world building and writing was perfect and the tension and how their relationship built over time too. Everything is just so exceptional!!! đ And the smut, holy shitâ đ„” Iâm lost for words đ And their dialogues and thoughts, having both of the povs mixed together just made it so amazing đ I really loved it and this is another clear new one to add to my favorites đđ
âThe Group Project @noona-la-la-la [8k]Â // pjm x f.reader x kth // roommate!au + threesome // đ„”
đ Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.
đšïž fuck this was so GOOD!!! Best friend Tae đ It was so freaking hot and sinful, like????? Jimin watching them, and then Tae just being best friend ever at the end đ„” Also, the dialogues were so fucking good! I really loved everything in this đ
âJust a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k]Â // pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // đ„°
đ jiminâs something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add.Â
đšïž this is so freaking cute and sweet đ€đ„č Itâs completely SFW, and so so good!Â
âCherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k] // pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // đ„°đ„”đ©ïžđȘ
đ despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the schoolâs chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic universityâs top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of artâfucking.
đšïž omg đ perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesnât really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! Thereâs rain!!!! Thereâs smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? âš It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MCâs ability and then Jiminâs magic! Theyâre almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! đâš
âBlooming Days @bluekyun [15.3k] // pjm x f.reader // university!au, bf2l, pregnancy!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”đ
đ a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?
đšïž ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment đ„ș but the ending was happy đ„° I really loved it đ
âNever Falling + Forever Falling + Free Falling @yoonia [21k + 30.5k + 22k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, workplace!au, assistant!reader // đ©ïžđ„”
đ for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
đšïž this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy đ€Żâš I loved everything in it, and itâs so fucking amazingâ if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites đ
âEldorado @smoochkooks [38k] // pjm x f.reader // gold diggers!au, e2l, slowburn, adventure!au // đ„°đ©ïžđ„”
đ not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, thereâs a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival.Â
đšïž this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years đ well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes đ World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire đ„” I really loved it đ
This is my little corner with my own ficsâ I donât write that much anymore (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You donât have to, itâs up to you of course đ„°
âComing Home (series; completed) [44k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, trauma/healing // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đđ»đ
đ when your best friend, Park Jimin, who youâve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you donât hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?
đšïž this is actually the first story I posted on my blog, and the first fanfic I managed to finish writing in ten fucking years. It will forever have a special place in my heart, but please be aware of the very triggering themes in it, okay?
âThe Winter Collection (series; completed) [16.8k] // pjm x f. reader // e2l // đ„”đ
đ you donât know how you ended up here. Stuck with your mortal enemy, Park Jimin, in you car â in a fucking snowstorm.
đšïž this is a collection of one shots that is with the same couple in the same universe (which is a series đ). Itâs basically just a crack fic.Â
âMy Heartâs Home (series; completed) [237.6k] // pjm x f. reader // childhood bf2l, ranch!au, cowboy!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°đ
đ youâd never thought youâd step foot back at the ranchâ a place you used to call home a long time ago. When you are forced to go back, reconcile with your sister and a certain childhood friend that you had long forgotten, will sparks reunite?
đšïž this is a very, very, very long story lol đ It is en extreme emotional roller-coaster, but itâs really worth it. Itâs also inspired by the amazing show McLeodâs Daughters đ„°
âLast Night in Magic Shop [12.5k] // pjm x f. reader // s2l, one night stand, vampire!au // đ„”đȘ
đ you find yourself down at the local club, Magic Shop, because your best friend feels like your lovelife is dry as ice. You did not plan on meeting a handsome stranger, who moves his body like an angel, but speaks like the devil. Feeling like he might match your nasty needs, you take him home, enjoying an unforgettable night filled with pleasure.
đšïž my first vampire story! Itâs just a silly thing.Â
âWhalien52 [10.6k] // pjm x f. reader // kittygang!jimin, apocalyptic, survival, dystopian // đ©ïžđ„”đ»
đ youâve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do?Â
đšïž this one is actually part of a Yoongi series, but this is a stand-alone one shot, but itâs within the same universe as âEnd of The Worldâ.
I have a few more Jimin stories that I didnât list here, but these are my faves. I have written for most of the other members tooâyou can check out my masterlist here [link] đ
And as a something little extra, hereâs a few fics that I havenât had the time to read yet, but damn Iâm buzzing to get to read them:
In Flagrante Delicto @hisunshiine
Off the Grid (series; completed) @xpeachesncream
Ho-Ho-Home (series; completed) @jjungkookislife
Fairytail @gukyi
Menace (series; completed) @eoieopda
The Misadventures List (series; ongoing/discontinued) @kimvvantae
All Fervent Manner @yoonia
Blue Kamikaze @gguksgalaxy
The Ocean @dovechim
Dreaded Neighbors (series; completed) @99liners
Happy birthday my soulmate, Park Jimin!!!! đ„łđâš
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trying for one (hugh jackman x female reader)
summary: babysitting and playing with your niece made your husband, Hugh, think about starting a family. however, the conversation and idea of it makes you nervous, but Hugh's there to soothe your worries.
word count: 1.5k words
notes: i've been in a fluff and soft mood since the upcoming workload for my finals will definitely make me burnt out. so, don't expect some smut coming (unless inspiration strikes). enjoy!
âCan I play with you again, aunt [Y/N]?â
The joyful giggles of the little girl jumping on the carpet filled Hughâs apartment. You get infected and chuckle at the wondrous excitement of your niece, Penelope. Her adorable plush, a brown teddy bear holding a heart, gets dragged on the ground by its feet. You playfully run after her as Penelope runs to the kitchen, still giggling.
âUncle Hugh, Aunt [Y/N] is chasing me!â Penelope takes a glimpse behind and sees you slowly running towards her. She comes into contact with Hugh, whoâs cooking dinner and baking some chocolate chip cookies for your niece to snack on later. Hugh laughs at Penelopeâs energy and attempts to hide from you by holding onto his leg.
You tease Penelope and shriek, âYou canât hide away from me, Penny! I can still see you.â The little girl hugs Hughâs leg tightly, with the teddy bear joining in. She playfully rubs her face as she closes her eyes. Hugh stops stirring the soup and looks down at the young girl.
âDonât worry, Penny. Youâre safe with me,â Hugh joins the game as he laughs at you, defeated that you canât quickly grab your niece. Penelopeâs grip on her uncleâs leg was firm and Hugh was equally too. You sit down on the floor and give a fake pout, signaling defeat. Hugh and Penelope burst out laughing at your expression. You put your hands up and sigh to your niece that you give up on chasing her. Also, dinner was starting soon, and you didnât want a hyper child bothering you and Hugh.
You stand up and grab Penelope, who has now stopped hugging Hughâs leg. Carrying her to the living room, you caress her hair and tell your niece how tired you are already. Her giggles filled the apartment again as she poked your cheek, teasing how you had given up already because of her uncle. Hughâs eyes softened, and the sides of his lips creased as he saw the two of you cleaning up Penelopeâs toys sprawled on the carpet. He admired how comfortable you were at babysitting your niece. It didnât feel like a chore but, instead, an opportunity for the two of you to connect more. Having Hugh as Penelopeâs uncle was an added benefit, as the three of you would roleplay as the X-Men. Your niece loved that the Wolverine was her uncle and was often excited when your older brother would ask you to take care of her.
The topic of starting a family with Hugh has come up several times; however, the schedules clashed, and there was no time to get pregnant without a film shooting, press tour, awarding, and any event getting in the way. In spite of that, you and Hugh wanted to raise children, and with you babysitting Penelope occasionally, your husband was more than eager to start it as soon as possible.
After a wondrous dinner with Penelope mimicking Hughâs character by growling and her countless tales of boasting that her uncle is Wolverine and her aunt is a famous actress, you were glad that her eyes began fluttering. You dressed her in comfortable pajamas and waited for her to sleep soundly in the guest bedroom. The peaceful sight of your niece dreaming while hugging her teddy bear made your heartstrings tug. You wanted to start a life, a new chapter where you and Hugh would have some little mini meâs running and playing around the house.
You close the lights and the door, then make your way to the kitchen, where Hughâs cleaning the dishes. The look of domestic life on your husband produced butterflies in your stomach. He was tender and hugged you every day, and your heart became warmer. Hugh was a complete packageâhe could cook and clean, had a great sense of humor, was a gentleman, and many more qualities that you couldnât list off in a day. Having him as your husband was great, but him being the father of your children was beyond that.
You embrace Hugh from behind and kiss his shoulders, eliciting a surprised hum from him. You swayed and lightly sang some sweet-nothing as your husband washed the dishes. The lights of New York City sparkled in the dark blue sky; it looked like stars twinkling for the two of you. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against Hughâs broad back. You sighed and hugged him tighter, trying to find the words to start the conversation.
Hughâs profound yet silky soft voice broke the silence, âGot something on your mind, darling?â Your throat seizes up as you are still nervous to bring up the topic. But what were you scared of? Hugh was comfortable with starting a family, and so were you, but the current schedules and the combined fame of the two of you could be the downfall of the marriage. You saw some of your famous friends getting divorced after having children, and the media dragged the story until they found a new one. You know your marriage with Hugh wonât end up like that; however, time can deteriorate the relationship and you donât want your future children to be affected.
âA lot, actually, but donât mind me, Hugh,â you whisper and lightly rub your face against his wool sweater. Hugh hummed at your answer as he took the towel to dry his arms. He turned around to see you looking down and lightly playing with your fingers. Hugh knew what you were precisely thinking, so he grabbed your hand and guided you to the living room. You rest your head on his shoulder, fussing with the blanket. Hugh wrapped his arm around your waist, smelling the floral scent of your hair.
âIs it about Penelope?â Hugh gently pressed the question, starting the family conversation. You look up, and your gaze softens as your eyes begin to water. Hugh softly grabbed your face and passionately kissed you. The taste of his lips and the way your tongues danced assured you that Hugh would listen and understand you. You broke the kiss and gently tickled his chin. Hughâs arms were now rubbing your back, patiently waiting for your answer.
âWell, itâs almost about her. I just had a thought, and I hope you wonât beââ
âIs it about starting a family?â Hughâs eyebrows raised as he finally asked the central question of the night. You nervously chuckle and avert your gaze away.
Hugh ran his fingers through your hair and softly whispered, âDonât be scared of that, [Y/N]. Iâve always wanted to have children with you, and seeing you taking care of Penelope made me want it to happen faster.â You sighed and finally told your husband how scared you were to start a family with your careers and the fame that could kill your marriage. Your voice trembled at the thought of having a broken family, and the media and internet wonât ever let the two of you forget it.
Hugh waited for you to let out all of your emotions, and when you cried on his chest, he silenced and massaged your back. He made sure that all of your worries faded into the night. While he didnât want the conversation about starting a family to make you cry, Hugh was happy that you brought up your fears instead of hiding them from him.
âWe havenât tried yet, [Y/N]. You donât have to be scared. Iâm always here for you, no matter what,â Hugh soothingly reassures you that his love for you wonât go away. You hugged him tighter as if he was going to be taken away from you. Hugh gently sang your favorite song as he kissed every spot that would cure your fears. Your heart followed the soft melodies he was singing and felt every light in the city guiding you to Hughâs light again.
You looked up at your husband and wiped your tears with your shirt. Your tear-stricken face displays little hope as you ask, âAre we going to try right now?â
Hugh lightly chuckled and answered, âOf course, my darling. I want to start a family with you. However, I want you to be relaxed. I donât want you to be scared and worried. Always remember that I will be here when we have our first child.â
You crack a little smile as Hugh continues to soothe every worried area of your body and soul. You sleep on his chest and dream of the day when the two of you finally tried having a child that would blossom into a beautiful family. Hugh carried you to the bedroom, akin to how you took Penelopeâs sleeping figure, covered you with blankets, and hugged you tighter. His eyes softly gazed and prayed that your anxieties would be gone by the morning. The night sky took your darkest thoughts of starting a new chapter with Hugh, and as the sun broke, the hopeful idea of trying for one finally filled your heart.
eudaimaniacs - 2024
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Hii! I saw you write for saiki k, so i was wondering if i could please request Kusuo x foreign reader hcs? Reader is a transfer student from somewhere outside of Japan (maybe australia because iâm australian, but anywhere is fine if you canât do that đ), and she (or they, up to you) ends up in saikiâs friend group and they get feelings for each other. If you end up deciding to do this, tysm!! xx
đđźđŹđźđš đđđąđ€đą đ± đđšđ«đđąđ đ§ đđđŠ!đ«đđđđđ« (đĄđđđđđđ§đšđ§đŹ)
"Is it sad that my heart's beating frantically? you give me that look and I'm over the edge."
small note, reader will be Australian for the hcs but it won't be heavily influencing in all the hcs
When you first joined the new school, it was naturally nerve-wracking for you. New country, new culture new everything, it was one scary ride that only made you hope for the best.
Thankfully, you wouldn't be alone much longer, not with the new friends you've made. In fact, one of them had been tugging at your heartstrings for awhile now, and the melody felt right for both of you.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Kusuo knew your intentions and how you were rightfully afraid during your first day. He knew how you truly feel, just as he does for everyone else in his life. Your thoughts and feelings were another book for him to read clearly, so why was it he was slowly growing an interest in you?
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He's got a sharp mind, he knows himself better than anyone else, or so he thought. He always knew that he wasn't interested in romance and thought he would never feel it due to his psychic abilities. His romance radar seemed to be a little 'nonfunctional' but he didn't care.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë After awhile of getting to know you, he realized he was feeling off when around you. A feeling he didn't recognize was growing within him, and he quickly realized it. In the deepest farthest back of his mind, Saiki understood it had to be a romantic feeling.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He was stung by the idea, though the more time flew the more he was okay with it being towards you. The hidden love you had for him was no secret that you could possibly hide from Kusuo, he observed the gradual blossoming of your feelings for him firsthand.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë When you first arrived, people were curious about your life in Australia and shared their thoughts and comments during your conversations. Although Saiki didn't say anything to you, internally, he was interested in the life you lived before moving.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He knew you snuck in a lie or two about encountering a snake that tried to eat you, or how you threw in scares with exaggerations about the snakes and spiders. Or how overly dramatic you made yourself when addressing the pure hatred felt towards the city of Melbourne, Saiki never knew there was a city in Australia that was heavily frowned upon. And from what he heard in your thoughts, you didn't know why either, not from personal experience that is.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Trying to evoke reactions without ill intent, you seemed friendly. Over time, quirks like these grew endearing to Kusuo. He saw right through your choices more and more, only to find more things about you he liked. So, how is he now that he knows he likes you and you like him?
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He definitely looks out for you. Naturally, he knows better than to be a stalker constantly following you around. His abilities underline that idea as useless; though it's not like he'd ever do it. That's why he checks up on what nuisance is bothering you or what future nuisance will be. People do have a habit of barging in on you. You'll never say how tiring it is, so Kusuo does you favors.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He enjoys your new-found company in the friend group, whenever you come around he subconsciously moves more in your direction. You don't like bothering him too much so he doesn't have to worry about you being a problem, he knows you don't wanna make some foolish mistake in front of your crush. Though you don't have to worry, your flaws to him are meaningless.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Sadly Kusuo doesn't get butterflies around you, but being near you disrupts his control over his powers and makes it hard for him to maintain while solving unthinkable problems. This can be frustrating, but he's never been mad at you about it, he can't control his heart after all.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Ever since he developed a crush on you, he has been smiling without even realizing it. It's just a small, soft smile that creeps onto his face when he sees you enjoying yourself with others. Luckily, he manages to catch himself before anyone else notices.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Saiki can't help but be a little jealous if guys are flirting too much with you, he knows you won't accept them however for some reason his mind can't help but feel envy.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë He finds your opinions and morals interesting, internally giving dialogue on breaking down your thoughts and why you might think that way. An unspoken way of his is that he shows he cares about how you think by breaking it down like some analysis.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë If you have any hobbies or interests, he'll take some time out of the weekend to take a look at what's got you all hooked. Music tastes, collections, shows, podcasts literally anything you're into he'll give it a try. The appeal might rub off him, you do have good taste in things, to Saiki that is.
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë His crush on you was a secret for a long time, and was almost accidentally figured out by Nendo. That mindless Nendo somehow connected the dots out of nowhere, maybe he saw how Kusuo looked at you, or maybe how close he gets naturally. Whatever the case, Kusuo freaked as Nendo was calling your name. But when you turned, it was just Saiki standing there, you felt crazy..
â.Ë áĄŁđ© .đ„Ë Kusuo has only ever thought of you two being in a relationship as a maybe thought, which says a lot. But he decided that if he truly does want more in the future, he will make a move, a slight one at least. Just for you.
Saiki is such a cutie pie, maybe ill write dating hcs at a later date. Thanks for the request, feel free to return to ask another!
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May or may not write in the next few days also some poly!relationship with Morticia and Gomez Addams (as portrayed in the two movies in the early 90s). For now I would like to try my skills with my currently other hyperfixation. We're talking about the Wolverine version as portrayed in the first 3 X-Men movies.
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, overprotective behavior, death
Wolverine Hc's
The situation would be quite difficult and most definitely unexpected for Logan. He has spent years just aimlessly wandering around with no clear recollection of who he is and how he came to be, spent years just getting by somehow before Professor Charles and the X-Men offered him the closest thing to a family he has had since he came to be. He's loyal yet still sees himself as a loner who prefers keeping to himself. He's very conscious of his own feelings above anything else and even though he's known for his short temper and crude attitude he is by no means a bad person which is why he tries to put some distance between the two of you, fully aware that you shouldn't associate with him. At that point it is most likely too late already. For Logan to get so attached to you to the point of obsession it's likely that the two of you have known each other for a while now and that you've opened his heart up without even being aware of it. You've essentially just gained yourself a guard dog who will take any physical harm for you all too gladly.
Whilst Logan can be very possessive, especially in an established relationship, above all he is very protective. He spends most of his days just watching you from a distance, usually able to track you down by scent and sound alone. Normally his days do not require him to be overly busy unless Professor Charles needs something from him so he has a lot of time on his hands which he gladly devotes to you. All too often you have him always a few feet away from him, watching over you and willing to interfere as soon as anything or anyone should pose a threat to you. As someone who doesn't like when his own freedom is limited Logan at least gives it a try to not be too protective yet the fact that his senses are so much keener do not make this task easier. Never think that he isn't good in noticing your current mood. He hears it when your heart starts racing and his elevated sense of smell makes him very sensitive to changes in your body odor as he's able to detect the chemical changes when your emotions change. This plays a role in how he reacts and if his darling is highly emotional or on a more anxious Logan will be naturally more protective.
Your existence is a blessing as much as it is a curse for him simply because you make Logan aware just how painfully lonely he feels now that he has started yearning for you. You make him miserable in more than one way. Somehow he makes the situation even worse for himself though whilst being your devoted watchdog from the shadows. He's usually there when you spend time with friends or family outside, observing from a safe distance all whilst feeling a strange sensation tugging at his heartstrings, a strange sensation edging between warm comfort and cold loneliness. He'd like to be by your side too but knows that there are things he still has to work on. Jealousy is one of a few emotions that tends to make you aware that there is in fact a man following you around and the first time you hear that guttural growl from behind you you believe for a short moment that a beast is standing right behind you. One may call him too protective but he isn't irrational when he's jealous for neither his nose nor his ears lie to him. He knows exactly when you feel attracted to someone or vice versa.
People have insulted him more than once as being no better than an animal, a beast with no mind of his own. That is not true as Logan doesn't blindly attack people but killing others he will do if it guarantees your safety. There's a difference between arrogant stupidity that some may put up for show and the genuine bloodlust , the will that it takes to kill someone and Logan is able to tell the difference which often spares idiots their life as a few simple threats with his adamantium claws are more than sufficient enough to have grown men running away like little kids. Anyone who really comes for your life though will be met with the beast he has been called he is. Logan is fully prepared to murder anyone who would even dare try to lay a finger on you and his regenerative abilities tend to make him very reckless, fully prepared to use his own body as a shield and endure all injuries if it means that there isn't a single scratch on you. The one mistake someone could make though is triggering him to go berserk by hurting you, leaving him attacking and hurting anyone around him blindly, his mind clouded in red rage as he tears through blood and flesh.
In all the years since he has awoken without any memories of his previous life he has never been able to settle down once as a unease deeply rooted within his soul kept him moving from place to place, too restless to ever allow himself to sit still for even a moment. He has no place where he could keep you and Logan knows that yet strangely enough the longer he starts spending time near you the more he feels a previously unfamiliar ease washing over him, one that motivates him to give a permanent stay in a place a chance, something that previously used to be unimaginable for him. Even if he were to actually take that step and buy a small house he would still refrain himself from kidnapping you unless his trauma that lays dormant somewhere in his mind would resurface when he has to witness the heart-shattering situation of almost losing you, a vice on his mind that would taunt him forever that you almost lost your life because he couldn't protect you. The guilt will most likely only serve as an additional shackle around his soul yet his paranoia would ultimately outweight his guilt.
You may fall in the same trap as others do when they initially lay eyes upon the wild-looking man. Whilst Logan is gruff, crude and quite aggressive at times he is not only that. He's more but that is a side he only reserves for the people he trusts and you figure out that there is far more beneath his hardened surface. He's kind, he's loyal, surprisingly gentle and downright flirty once you get to know him better. He's usually careful with his touches, aware that his grip may hurt you more due to the adamantium that coats all of his bones. Your scent usually manages to calm him as soon as he gets a whiff of it unless it would be tinged with distress in which case his own emotions would quickly start stirring up with worry. There are still occasionally moments where he appears more uncertain and hesitant, moments where he questions just how much he should indulge in all of this and to a degree even how much he deserves it. At that point he's already aware that it is far too late to recover though as he'd leave half of his heart with you if he were to distance himself from you now, doomed to always live only half the life he could have if he were to have you.
#yandere marvel#yandere x-men#yandere x men#yandere mcu#yandere wolverine#yandere logan#yandere logan howlett#yandere x reader#x men x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett x reader
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cat walk
pairing: lee minho x reader ft. soondoongdori requested?: yes; 100 followers celebration genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, i am only using my own cat experience, lowercase intended, slightly unedited word count: 935 note: thank you @infinity-tiny for the request. i definitely took some creative liberties with it but i hope you still like it âĄ
if anyone had asked minho what he thought heâd arrive home to on a seemingly normal friday evening, he probably wouldâve described his typical welcoming committee consisting of you shouting out a âhey min!â from somewhere in the living room or kitchen, and, if he was lucky, his cats poking out from their usual hiding spots to greet him.Â
it most certainly wouldnât have been this, yet here we are.Â
minhoâs hand hasnât even released the front door handle before soonieâs pleading eyes bore holes into his soul. the catâs large body is draped comfortably over your shoulder, but minho can tell that soonie would rather be literally anywhere else than where he currently is. Â
the sound of rustling diverts minhoâs attention towards the ground next to your feet. doongieâs sprawled out form rubs against a pair of shoes strewn to the side of the entryway as he noisily meows at the sight of his ownerâs (fatherâs) figure barely stepping past the threshold.Â
minho flicks his eyes back up as soft clicking noises reverberate around the narrow hallway, watching the final child hesitantly making his way towards your free, outstretched hand holding his favorite treat.Â
âwhat are you doing?â
doriâs cautious steps halt at minhoâs voice, making you quietly groan out in frustration.
âhey min, happy to see you, now shhh for a minute please,â you hastily whisper, gaze focused on the brown tabby. the soft clicking resumes and dori finally comes close enough for you to scoop him up in your arms alongside his older brother.Â
you whirl around to face your boyfriend, who at long last has properly entered the house and closed the door. a radiant grin illuminates your face at the sight of him. if minhoâs being honest, it tugs at his heartstrings a bit. you missed him and youâre so happy to seeâ
âhold soonie and dori for me, will you? i need to grab this bag real quick,â you rush out, not giving him much of a choice as youâre already transferring the two cats into his arms.Â
okay, so maybe not.Â
minho watches you jog over to a bag he didnât see at the end of the hall, laughing at the tiny slip in your footing when you turn around to come back towards him. you plop down next to doongie, giving him a quick pet before fishing in the bag and pulling out a leash and a cat-sized reflective vest.
hold up.Â
âyou didnât,â minho blanches, watching you put doongieâs head and paws through the green vestâs openings, hooking the leash to the rings that are now attached to the catâs back.
âi did. soonie,â you reply, reaching up for your next (unwilling) participant. minho crouches down next to you, reluctantly complying with your demands.Â
âyouâre going out now?â he questions. poor soonie is not as cooperative as his younger brother, and it takes everything within minho to not save him out of pity for what is to come.Â
âyes, theyâre more frisky in the eveningâdoriâso i thought âwhy not?ââ
âbut itâs dark outside,â minho tries to reason, passing you the final feline. itâs of no use, you are too far gone.Â
âthatâs what the reflective vests are for. duh,â you counter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile as you let dori leap out of your hold. âthere, donât they look ready for the outdoors?â
the cats are all sprawled in different positions on the floor. soonie still looks like heâd rather be anywhere else, doongie is preoccupied with swatting the bag now, and if dori could make himself any smaller, he would turn into a perfectly shaped ball.Â
no, ready isnât the word minho would use.Â
you must see the hesitance still lingering behind his eyes because this time you sift through the bag to retrieve a human-sized reflective vest and pull it over your sweatshirt.Â
âif it makes you feel any better, iâll be wearing this the entire time with them to be extra safe. please, please, please let me try this,â you beg, looking at him with your best imploring eyes.Â
minho has to give it to you, youâve gotten better at this. you mustâve been practicing after the last time he told you ânoâ to something he canât even remember at this point.Â
he lets out a sigh at your unwavering gaze, finally giving in to your pleas. â...did you at least get me one?â
âof course i did, who do you think i am?â you scoff lightly, digging through the bag and extending your hand towards him with his very own green reflective vest.Â
as minho slips on what, in his opinion, is the ugliest vest heâs ever seen in his life, he canât help the smile blooming on his face growing wider. although this may be one of the weirdest methods (and he means it) youâve used to get the family all together, he can see the commitment and energy you put into making sure everyone would be safe.Â
you donât need to know right now that he tried this years before he met you and that the cats will give up entirely about ten steps away from the walkway. heâll let you discover that on your own.Â
and as you call âhurry up, letâs go!â to him halfway out the door with soonie and dori in your arms, doongie trailing slowly by your feet trying to bite the loose leash dangling in front of his face, minho knows he wouldnât trade this for the world. not when he has the ones he loves most all in one place.
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giving you a cartoonishly big fat kiss on the forehead to make you feel better-
thats my WIFE (gender neutral) your brain is bad talking!!! tell it to square the đŠ up đ€șđ€șđ€ș
*turns into the forehead kiss meme* Thank you baby đ„șđ„șđ„ș that definitely fixed my brainwaves a bit. But please don't beat my brain up, it doesn't have that many cells, that's an unfair fight...
Here are forehead kisses headcanons with task force 141:
Price is the king of forehead kisses. Yeah, his beard does sometimes tickle or even prickle, but honestly - nothing matters when he puts his heavy palm on your scruff, rubbing and squeezing a bit roughly, then pulls you closer to rest his forehead against yours, and after several moments of the most intimate closeness a person can achieve, lets out a deep sigh and shifts to press his lips to the spot he just was leaning against. You could be bleeding out to death, but that still would bring you immense inner peace and calm. And he does it casually, too - as a good morning kiss, a goodbye, as a thank you for the cup of tea you bring him when he's busy, when he just thinks you look cute... it's paternal, and not just in a dad-coded way. It's a leader promising care for those who follow him.
Gaz leaves the warmest, lingering, molten kisses. It's the softest feeling ever, there's literally a wave of sunlight and warmth washing over you starting from the spot where his full lips are touching your forehead. It's a quintessence of tenderness, filled with the ultimate romance - if there's always something a bit playful in the reverence he kisses your hands with, his forehead kisses are just pure love and adoration. His eyes stay closed for a few moments after he pulls away, too, like he's enjoying this even more than you, and he often follows up with a temple kiss or soft peck on the bridge of your nose. His soft breath always makes your skin heat up and wakes up the butterflies in your stomach.
Ghost is a grumpy forehead kisser. It's often a result of him sulking or brooding about some minute disagreement or you refusing to stay in bed with him forever when he wants cuddles and you want not to be fired for missing work. He can't break the act that's supposed to tug on your heartstrings, but he still wants to kiss you - that's how you get these reluctant, short, gruff pecks that feel almost like a bird pecking at some grain. In some time you learn to catch that little smile he actually has when he kisses you on the forehead, thinking you won't notice, but confronting him about it is useless - he's too good at pretending he's nothing but a big grump. Too bad that he never expects a return forehead kiss. Or that you know he often does it while you're asleep (or he thinks you are) and he is restless.
Soap is the CEO of cartoonishly big fat forehead kisses. He makes a point out of grabbing your cheeks, squishing them and pulling you up close to give you the loudest, silliest, messiest SMOOCH. Usually as a distraction tactic while you're scolding him - and as you're fighting the stupid smile this goofy kiss elicits, he's already kissing you on the lips. Sly bastard. It's almost as if he just can't do it normally, even when it's not a bomb-diffusing tactic (with you being the bomb), but a rather sweet cuddling sesh, he still makes a loud smooching noise and gives a theatric satisfied sigh afterwards. You'll just have to get used to this silliness. Doesn't mean you shouldn't whoop his ass if he accidentally leaves a real fucking hickey right in the middle of your forehead. Idiot.
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Spy x Family volume 13 omake chapter translation and new pages
After my previous post about the release of volume 13, I was happy to find out that it did indeed include an omake chapter...and a heavy one, too! Here's my translation of the seven pages:
This omake was such a treat! I love how Endo made true of what he mentioned in the fanbook about how Franky does charity work. I also love the panel of Twilight's reaction when he hears Yor say those powerful words...they definitely tugged at his heartstrings even though he kept a stoic expression đ And more of Franky's war experience is a tear-jerker, too. I also love how sympathetic Yor was to Franky after hearing his story.
Overall, like the zoo omake chapter from volume 12, this one seems like it could be canon, since there's no 4th wall breaking like some of the others.
And here's the inside cover for volume 13! Quite a surprise that overworked Twilight replaces the city hall girls đ
And lastly, here's the other extra page. I didn't paste a translation on it but basically Franky is talking about the early designs for the Authens. Camilla demands that he talk about hers and the other city hall girls' designs since they're on the volume cover. Franky replies that they were just drawn on the manuscript in one go, so there aren't any rough sketches remaining.
#spy x family#sxf#spy family#loid forger#spyxfamily#yor forger#franky franklin#sxf spoilers#sxf manga#sxf manga spoilers
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The olive theory
If one person in a relationship likes olives, the other shouldnât, signifying that opposites attract best.
Daryl had never been one to believe fate or anything of that sort when you had first met him. After all, he was very set in his ways. He wasnât the kind of man to trust in destiny or certain events happening in the right place at the right time. From his stubborn mindset, he believed things just sort ofâŠhappened. Not because it was necessarily meant to be, but because of the free will that everyone possessed.
And he had certainly never heard of this so called theory until you had brought it up to him randomly, catching him completely off guard.
âDo you want my tomato?â you asked, holding it out for him to take as you had previously taken it out of your burger.
He paused mid chew, raising an eyebrow at your offer before shrugging his shoulders. âAlright, give it here.â
You smiled as you carefully handed it over, watching for a moment as he ate it effortlessly, knowing that you on the other hand couldnât eat the fruit without gagging. The thought then caused a lightbulb to appear on top of your head.
âHeyâŠhave you ever heard that theory that if one person likes a food and the other canât stand it, it means youâre compatible?â
The burley man again stopped eating as he heard your question. Looking at you as if you claimed the sky was purple. âHuh?â
You laughed softly, âYou know, like with tomatos,â you used as an example, âI donât like them, but you do, so you can always have mine so they wonât go to waste.â you spoke with a smile before quickly taking another bite.
Daryl huffed at your statement, âWhat kinda dumbass theory is that?â he said without thinking, âYa mean to tell me weâre soulmates or somethin just because we got different opinions on a burger toppin?â
Your face dropped upon hearing his somewhat careless words. You knew it was a dumb theory, one that may not even be true. But still, it meant something to you knowing that the two of you could be connected in more ways than one.
âI donât knowâŠâ you mumbled with a shrug, wishing you hadnât even brought it up.
Immediately he felt terrible for how he reacted.
Seeing you so hopeful about it, it obviously brought you some kind of joy, one that he instantly seemed to squash. Just because he may not believe in something so small such as that, didnât mean that you couldnât. The sight of you just staring at your food a bit sadly tugged at his heartstrings. He racked his brain for a moment as he wanted to make it up to you, wanted you to know that he didnât mean it like that at all. When suddenly, he had an idea.
You bit the inside of your cheek as the silence grew thicker, unknown to the things going on in his head. That is until you felt a gentle nudge on your shoulder, looking over to see Daryl handing out a pickle that he had picked off his own burger.
Your soft gaze glanced back and forth between his face and his hand, hearing him clear his throat, ââŠYa like pickles, right?â he asked, his voice much softer than before.
You nodded slowly, ââŠDo you?â
He shook his head, âNahâŠnever really saw the appeal.â he admitted almost sheepishly, hoping youâd see what he was trying to say.
A slow smile was brought to your face when you heard his small confession, gently taking the pickle from him before popping it in your mouth.
His chest filled with a certain warmth upon seeing your smile light up your face, silently knowing heâd do just about anything to see it happen again and again.
âSoâŠthat mean weâre compatible?â he asked quietly, tilting his head a bit.
âMhmâŠlooks like it.â you said with a knowing glance.
AN ~ Hii<3 This is definitely a very random little headcanon, but once I thought of it, I couldnât get it out of my head. I figured it was very cute and accurate to how Daryl would react to the beloved olive theory.
Also sorry for disappearing for a hot minute, I havenât had much motivation to write recently, but iâm back:) And for those of you who read my series, the next chapter will be out tomorrow, promise<3 xoxox
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pairing: sylus x mc word count: 2,509 summary: While attempting to rescue a poor cat stuck in a tree, MC⊠also gets herself stuck in the tree. Fortunately, a certain 'Good Samaritan' known for helping strays just happened to be passing by⊠tags/warnings: lighthearted, slice of life, flirty banter, developing relationship, silly sweet shenanigans in the style of some Tender Moments. a/n: This was my first little lads fic, technically a one-shot that could have a future follow-up but I don't have anything in mind for it atm. Mid-point in the slow burn, definitely before Grassland Romance & Wander in Wonder. P.S. I forbid any use of my writing in any form of generative or AI training.
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âSylus!â Against all odds and reason, she couldnât stop herself from a thrill of excitement and relief seeing that familiar face just happening to pass beneath her on the sidewalk.
An eyebrow arched as he stopped, lifted his sunglasses, and looked up.
âIâve heard of cats getting stuck in trees, but this seems a little ridiculous, kitten.â The pointed emphasis on the pet name was particularly heavy-handed this time around. She sighed. Yeah, even amidst her relief sheâd expected his teasing.
âYeah, yeah, laugh it upâŠâ she grumbled, awkwardly crouched among the branches of a tree in a street-side park, a tiny tabby tucked in the crook of one arm.Â
âCare to explain?âÂ
âI⊠miscalculated.â Her face scrunched up and she hung her head.Â
She had been sure she could extricate the little critter just fine on her own, but now that she was several feet in the air with the cat in her arms, she had to reconsider. It was behaving well enough, but by the look in its eye and the twitch in its tail, she couldnât be sure it wouldnât react unpredictably if she suddenly leapt or otherwise maneuvered down. She didnât want it to hurt itself because of her.Â
âIâm not sure this little guy is going to cooperate if I make any sudden movements.âÂ
âThat sucks.â He drawled with faux sympathy, replacing his sunglasses and moving to leave. âWell, good luck with that.â
âWait! Come on! I know youâre not that heartless! Can you really leave a-...â she pursed her lips, swallowed her pride, and then did her best to put the most pathetic pair of puppy eyes on she could muster. â-Two adorable kittens to their sad fate?â
Sylus choked out a single bark of laughter, looking insufferably smug as ever.Â
âAll right, all right.â He shook his head in amusement, taking a few steps closer to position himself beneath her. âBut I have one condition.âÂ
âDonât agree and then tack on favors!â She scolded, and then was painfully, keenly aware she did sound a bit like a hissing cat.
âIf a kitten needs saving, shouldnât it be making cute little sounds so someone will come help it?â He ignored her. And of course he went and said something ridiculous. She felt the corner of her mouth twitch.
Deep down, she was pretty sure heâd help her even if she refused. Or she could even propose a different deal, and in her experience he was typically pretty lenient with her⊠But in this situation, nothing was coming to mind.Â
â...Are you sure about that? Thatâs what you want?â When had she ever âmeowedâ in her life?Â
He folded his arms and tilted his head. âWhat? Is the Kitty Queen incapable of mastering her own native language?âÂ
She sighed and shook her head. âAll right, you asked for itâŠâ Clearing her throat, she took in a deep breath through the nose. A meow. A cute, small sound that tugged at the heartstrings.Â
âMe- meow~!â It started strong! But then her voice cracked and it sounded a bit like she had a hairball stuck in the back of her throat. Or a cat in heat. She clapped her free hand over her mouth in vehement, physical, knee-jerk denial such a sound had left her mouth.
Sylus just laughed, and even as her face burned with embarrassment, she could hear the warmth in it, rather than sounding particularly mean-spirited.Â
âOh, that was very cute.â He lifted his arms up. âAll right, Iâm compelled. Hop down and Iâll catch you.âÂ
She groaned quietly to herself, but took careful hold of the cat in both of her arms. This way she could focus on keeping the cat restrained instead of how best to land.Â
Funny, actually, the complete faith she had that Sylus wouldnât let them get hurt. Sheâd suspected him many times in the past of trying to deceive or otherwise mislead her, but as he said: when he made a promise, he always followed through.
So while she did her best to angle herself towards him, she otherwise didnât hesitate to take the leap. She was hardly surprised when, in an instant, dark energy wrapped its tendrils around her waist, significantly slowing her fall to almost nothing. Though once she was in reach they dissipated, replaced by his hands on her hips, effortlessly lowering her down to the ground.
For all of her concerns, the cat in her arms didnât seem to so much as bat an eye. It mewled softly -and unquestionably adorable- as if saying thanks.Â
âAnd now the kittens are safely returned to terra firma.â His hands withdrew, but instead he lifted one to pet her hair like one would a cat. âTry not to repeat the same mistake, hm?âÂ
âI donât see the problem,â she said, brushing his hand off. âYou could use all the help you can get stocking up on good deeds to balance your scales.â
He scoffed, and started to say something, but the real cat had expended all of its patience and began twisting and squirming around. Quickly she knelt down to release it, watching as the furry little critter bounded off and disappeared into some bushes.Â
âAw⊠I wonder if it lives around here. It seemed pretty young.âÂ
âYoung and feisty. Smart, too.â Sylus mused, his eyes glinting with mirth as he looked at her. âDefinitely sounds familiar.âÂ
Denying him for the millionth time seemed pointless. At this juncture she was more or less resigning herself to her fate. There were worse things than being a cat, she supposed.
âNot sure how smart either of us were getting stuck in a tree,â she mumbled, brushing off the fur sheâd accumulated on her shirt as she stood up.
âIt was smart enough not to scratch the hand that helped it.â He shrugged. She narrowed her eyes at him - and then mimed a scratching gesture, hooking her fingers like claws.
âJust like I havenât scratched you yet?â Was what he was getting at. He just chuckled, idly rubbing his thumb over the pads of his other fingers.Â
âI believe the emphasis there is on âyetâ.âÂ
She recalled that he had a habit of caring for stray cats, though. And a habit of getting scratched to ribbons for his trouble. As well as a habit of never holding a grudge against themâŠ
âItâd be worth it regardless,â he went on to say, tucking his hand in his pocket as his gaze leveled on her. âI got to witness a truly fascinating new side of you.âÂ
Of course he wasnât going to drop that, was he? She huffed and folded her arms over her chest.Â
âBeing cutesy isnât exactly my forte. You should be more grateful for the rare opportunity.âÂ
For a second he looked genuinely bewildered, and she didnât think it was because of the second thing sheâd said. But if sheâd blinked she would have missed it, because it was quickly replaced by that subtle arch of his brow and less-subtle smirk.Â
âOh, I donât know about that. I find you cute plenty of the time.â
âYou have a delightful way of making that sound uncomplimentary.â She could feel her glower deepen - along with the wrinkles between her brow.Â
âAnother astonishing misunderstanding.â
Even if she accepted that he was being honest, she didnât want to really reconsider what that meant at the moment. Instead she dropped her arms along with her bristly attitude and exhaled, letting ease overtake her. She was truly grateful for his help, after all.Â
âAnyway, thank you for the assist. Itâs still a bit early for you, though, isnât it?â She cast a brief glance at the sky; the sun would be going down before long, but it was still fairly bright for him to be strolling around Linkon. âI suppose you had business here?â
âI did, but itâs all wrapped up now.âÂ
âIâm sure Iâll be hearing about it on the evening news,â she sighed. But how warped was she becoming by association with him, that there was a tell-tale bit of amusement in her tone she simply could not deny?Â
She might have still had plenty of reservations about him, but at least in her limited experience, most of his enemies were criminals of the worst caliber. There was no way she could quite define him as a âvigilanteâ, but there had yet to be an instance where she felt the people he dealt with were particularly deserving of pity.
âAnd what about you? Youâre not in your hunters uniform. Are you such an altruist you spend your days off looking for more good deeds to hang on your scales?âÂ
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. âI was just heading out to get an early dinner, when I heard cute little sounds begging for help.â
He didnât quite laugh, but gave a low, breathy exhale that came close.Â
âI was also just about to get a bite to eat,â he said, his tone shifting ever-so-slightly. A hint of gentleness crept in through the cracks, a subtle sweetness that never failed to entice her. âWould you care to join me?âÂ
It was a little distressing to realize how quickly she felt inclined to accept his offer. Which felt directly correlative to how much she wanted to spend more time with him. Which was borderline humiliating. The more her heart sang, the more she wanted to shove a pillow over it and press down until it stopped.
She tried to make a show of giving an exasperated huff, but it trembled pathetically on the way out as if betraying her. Still she stuck to her very stubborn guns and said: âYou could have used that as your bargaining chip to get me down instead of making me meow.â
âIâll admit the thought did cross my mind⊠But that wouldnât be much better than coercion, now, would it, kitten?âÂ
Her lips tightened into a thin line. âI suppose. Maybe.âÂ
The real question was: Would she have minded? But the fact he cared enough not to use such âunderhandedâ methods only made her singing heart that much more exuberant.
âWhat were you thinking? That sandwich shop nearby?â He offered his arm to her not unlike he had at the auction. For a split second she was bewildered by the fact he had psychically divined her destination - then she remembered this was Sylus, and rounded back on the fact he was just cruising ahead again.
âI didnât even agree to anything.â It sounded like such a pathetically empty resistance. Because it was, and it had been from the moment he asked.
âMaybe not out loud, but⊠Didnât you already make up your mind?â
âAughhâŠâ She hooked her arm around his. She really didnât have to do that either, did she? And yet he seemed so finely tuned to knowing exactly what she really wanted, deep down.Â
âOkay, but how did you know about Bennyâs?âÂ
âIt was just a guess. You like sandwiches,â he said as matter-of-factly as if it were common knowledge, âand when I looked earlier, the ratings I saw would suggest itâs the only place in this area that would make it worth coming this far from your apartment.â
Yeah, that level of calculation sounded like him. Well, she knew a thing or two about him, too!
âSounds like youâve never been there, then. Their slow-cooker French dip is one of my go-toâs, I think itâd be right up your alley.â She said with no lack of confidence, enthusiasm beginning to bubble over. âBut theyâve got their seasonal apple cider pulled pork right now Iâm dying to check out.â
âHmm, those do sound good,â he nodded, shooting her a grin. âShould we go splitsies?âÂ
She snorted and laughed, hearing him say things like that always caught her off-guard in the best way, and he seemed to know it.Â
âI thought you didnât like to share. I seem to remember a greedy crow who complained whenever I tried his food before.â
âThereâs a key difference between sharing and stealing.âÂ
She couldnât stop herself from a mischievous little giggle remembering the look on his face when heâd gone for his last dumpling and found it mysteriously vanished.
He leaned towards her a little, lowering his voice, his breath brushing her ear. âBut I suppose⊠we donât need to worry about such distinctions between us anymore.âÂ
Rather than bend away, she turned her face towards him, drinking in his closeness. âHow benevolent of you.âÂ
He laughed and straightened up, and she tried not to be too disappointed.Â
âYouâre the only one who would say that about me.â
âIâm just calling it like I see it.â She shrugged one shoulder. âBut Iâm fine being the primary recipient of your benevolence, too.â Grinning up at him, she lifted her free hand to poke his cheek. âEspecially if that means I can rope you into a few good deeds here and there.â
He gave her a brief glare for the poke, but it was almost hilariously short lived and as paper thin as her resistance earlier had been. How was she supposed to just ignore that?Â
âSo thatâs your angle? Course correcting me onto the straight and narrow?âÂ
âHmmâŠâ Considering it briefly, she probably would have said yes before. But now? It was less about that than she found herself worrying for his safety. âI think Iâd be happier if you maybe had fewer people trying to kill you at any given time.â
âThat would be quite the list⊠And who was it that once sat at the top of it, I wonder?â He flashed a ruthless grin. Her expression immediately soured as she nudged her shoulder into him.
âAre you ever going to drop that?â
âWell, I still havenât heard a sincere apology, sweetie.â
âAnd now definitely isnât the time for it, either.â She mumbled, feeling the heat of embarrassment along her cheeks and the tops of her ears. Still she gave her all in shifting the subject by making a sweeping gesture of her free hand to the building in front of them, cheering enthusiastically. âBecause we have arrived! Time to eat!â
âHaha, how convenient for you. All right, then.âÂ
Benevolent once again, he did indeed drop it as they made their way into the restaurant. But he wasnât wrong, and she knew it. For something like that though, all of the rage, hatred, and vengeance sheâd pinned on him⊠A simple apology wouldnât do.Â
She was going to have to think of something, some way she could truly show how sincere she was, and paying for sandwiches wasnât going to cut it. In truth, she didnât think he cared much about whether she went to extreme lengths, but the real guilt she felt over it wouldnât be assuaged by half-hearted measures. She needed to really think of how she could make it up to him, even if he didnât truly seem to hold any grudge against her - like all the strays that had lashed out at him before.
#love and deepspace#sylus#sylus x mc#lads sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus fic#lads mc#love and deepspace fic#lads fic#omg there are so many possible tags for this wowza#oops posting my self-indulgent fic on 'main' besties don't look at me#still debating if i wanna make a dedicated lads sideblog#for now i'll make a writing tag tho i guess!#crow's writing.
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Oeh! Could you maybe do a dad! Remus x reader where they get woken up by their daughter (Remus is a girl dad u can't tell me otherwise) and it's very domestic and cute and stuff:)đ
thank you for the request!! remus would definitely be a girl dad and he would be so wrapped around her finger itâs insaneđ hope you enjoy!đ€
Dad!Remus x Mom!Reader đ 548 words
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You woke up on a lazy Saturday morning to the soft sound of little footsteps padding down the hall. Your daughter was trying her best to be quiet, but at six, she still had a hard time controlling her volume. Before you could even open your eyes, you could feel your daughter approaching, shaking your arm gently. Your eyes fluttered open, and you smiled softly at her.
âGood morning, darling girl,â you whispered, brushing her sandy blonde curls away from her face. She was the mirror image of Remus already, her long nose and warm eyes tugging at your heartstrings. Her face was still flushed from sleep, and her hair was a tangled mess.
âMummy,â she whispered back, her breath warm on your face. âI wanna snuggle Daddy.â
You reached your arms out, and she tugged on the blanket as you helped her climb into the bed without hesitation. She crawled over you and towards Remus, who was already stirring beside you as she rested her head on his chest as she settled into his arms.
Remus let out a soft, sleepy laugh, his arms automatically coming up to curl around her small frame. âIs that right?â Your husband murmured, his voice thick with sleep but full of affection. He brought his hand up to cup her face fondly, his thumb gently tracing the sleep lines on her cheek. âI think I can manage that.â
She giggled quietly, pressing herself into him firmly, her small hands grasping at the fabric of his sleep shirt. âI had a dream, and when I woke up, I just wanted to be with you, Daddy,â her little voice full of sincerity. âI like snuggling you the best.â
You watched as Remusâs face softened, a look of pure love settling in his eyes. His hands rested on her back, continuing his gentle circles as he pulled her even closer to him. âWell, youâre always welcome to snuggle with me, lamb,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. âAnytime you want.â
Your daughter smiled sleepily, and you could see her beginning to slip back into a gentle slumber. âYouâre the best, Daddy,â she mumbled, her voice growing softer as her eyes closed. âI love you.â
âI love you, too,â Remus said tenderly, pressing another soft kiss to her forehead. The way he held her, and the way his actions conveyed his love for her, made your heart swell. He looked at her with so much adoration, as though she was his whole world. And in that moment, you knew she was.
âSheâs growing up so fast,â he whispered, as though the thought had suddenly struck him.
You nodded, and you felt your voice catch slightly. âToo fast.â
For a few blissful minutes, everything was still- the three of you wrapped together in the quiet comfort of the morning, and everything else in your lives suddenly became irrelevant. Your husband shifted slightly, moving to hold both of you close, his warmth a steady presence in your cocoon of blankets. He leaned over to press a kiss to your temple, his eyelashes tickling your forehead.
âMy lovely girls,â Remus said, his voice so quiet that it felt like you were intruding on his own thoughts. âWeâre so lucky.â
You couldnât agree more.
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