#this is why i have to keep myself to a drabble because u know when i started writing this i was like well How is kate a vampire and what's

[daisymbin]

Hi belle!! ive loved all the mingyu drabbles ive read from u!! 💗 may i request a mingyu 2nd chance romance with prompt no. 5? 🥹

hello!! yes you definitely can!! & thank you for your compliments 🥹🤍

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second chance prompt #5: "I still keep your picture in my wallet."

mingyu had always been good at pretending. pretending he didn’t still think about you when he woke up in the morning, pretending that he didn’t miss the way you laughed, how your presence could fill up a room. he was good at pretending, until he saw you again.

when he walked into the café, with the sun hitting your face just right, mingyu felt his chest tighten. he wasn’t supposed to be here. not like this. he had told himself time and time again that seeing you again would only make it worse. but when joshua casually mentioned you were in town, mingyu couldn’t stop himself from asking if he could come along.

he hadn’t realized how much he needed to see you until now, until he was standing next to you, feeling that familiar pull he’d tried so hard to bury.

as he paid for everyone's drinks, mingyu didn’t notice the photo slip from his wallet until it fluttered onto the counter.

it was the polaroid of you at the beach. he’d kept it there for so long, tucked into the folds of his wallet, a small token of a time that felt so far away but still so close.

he watched as you froze, your eyes locking onto the photo with a recognition that hit him like a punch in the gut.

"why..." you whispered, your voice cracking. "why do you have this still?"

mingyu’s heart dropped. he wasn’t sure why he’d kept it. maybe it was because he still couldn’t let go. maybe it was because he knew, deep down, that the version of you in that picture—the carefree, happy version—was something he would never find again. not with anyone else.

“i still keep your picture in my wallet,” he admitted, his voice coming out quieter than he intended.

your gaze never left the photo, your breath catching in your throat. mingyu’s chest ached, knowing how much the past still hurt you.

“mingyu…”

he ran a hand through his hair, wishing he could take back the way things ended between you. “i know. i know i messed up. i shouldn’t have pushed you away like that. but i couldn’t throw this away. it felt wrong to.”

you looked at him then, your eyes filled with so many emotions he couldn’t decipher. “you’re still holding on to this... after everything? after we—”

“i couldn’t forget you,” he cut you off, his words spilling out before he could stop them. “i’ve tried, but i can’t. you were never just a phase for me. you were... everything.”

he saw the way your lip trembled. “why did you leave then?”

mingyu swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. “i thought i was doing the right thing. i thought it would be easier if i just let you go. i thought maybe you’d be happier without me.”

“you’re a fool,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. “you broke me, mingyu.”

he felt the sharp sting of those words deep in his chest. “i know. i know i did, and i hate myself for it.”

“so why now?” you asked, voice breaking. “why did you reach out now, after all this time?”

mingyu’s eyes softened. “because i couldn’t stay away. seeing you again—it felt like a sign. a chance to fix the mess i made.”

“but i don’t know if i can trust you again.” you wiped away a tear, turning your face away.

his heart cracked at the sight. “i wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t. i wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for what i did.”

“i don’t hate you,” you said quietly, voice almost a whisper.

mingyu took a step closer, hesitating before he reached out and gently cupped your cheek. “then why do you look like you’re about to cry every time you look at me?”

you met his gaze, eyes glossy with emotion. “because i still care about you, mingyu. i still miss you. i never stopped loving missing you.”

he let out a breath, the weight of your words settling on him like a heavy burden. he had been a fool. “i didn’t want to hurt you. i swear to god, i didn’t. but i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“so, what now?” you asked, looking at him through a haze of tears. “what do we do now?”

mingyu could feel the answer in his bones. he’d never been more certain of anything in his life.

“we try again,” he said, his voice firm, resolute. “we start over. i’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that i can be the person you deserve.”

your eyes searched his, doubt lingering behind your gaze. “you mean it?”

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t,” he said softly, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “i’ve never meant anything more.”

you stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. finally, you let out a shaky breath and nodded. “okay,” you whispered. “but don’t mess this up, mingyu. i can’t go through this again.”

“i won’t,” he promised, leaning in and gently pressing his forehead to yours. “i swear to you, i won’t mess it up this time.”

he didn’t need words to tell you how much he meant it. his lips found yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. the world outside faded, and for the first time in a long time, mingyu felt like he was home.

[quietwingsinthesky]

It's Sunday my time now getting I'm early with vampire AU Kate/Ibrahim

vampire aus my beloved....

"I'm asking you again"—Kate's voice is as serious as Christofer's ever heard it.—"if you're sure. There is no going back from this." He tips his head to meet her golden gaze. It's no secret that Kate had no choice in what she is, that, embraced or not, a dhampir's fangs are an unavoidable inheritance.

"I am," he promises. It's a rare gift. Kate's coven is one of cast-offs, rarely ever turned by herself. She takes who she can get.

He knows it won't hurt. She's fed from him before, but never passed her own blood between their lips.

[luvyeni]

( reaction ) failing no nut november ! ୨୧ 一 라이즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ would they fail no nut november ヾ

boyfriend!riize・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・mentions of sex, a little bit of degradation‎ wc ・ ‎0.9k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. if you have your req open could you consider this! either a reaction or like short drabbles ig but the concept is: riizes reaction to u making them fail no nut november/ or trying to make riize fail no nut november

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope this is what you wanted...<3

﹙ 𐙚 : shotaro﹚ .ᐟ

he would definitely give up if you asked him to, the moment you bat those pretty eyelashes he's gone. “what can i do for you baby.” he smiled , but from the look in your eyes he could already tell what you wanted. “i need you.” that's all he needs before he's like ‘the hell with this challenge.’ picking you up taking you back to your room and laying you down. “you need me baby?” his hands finding his way to your clothed slit, rubbing circles on your clit. “y-yes.” he chuckled. “so cute baby.” your sweet cunt soaking his fingers. “don't worry baby.” the challenge no longer on his mind.

“no need to beg i'll fuck you the way you need me to.”

﹙ 𐙚 : eunseok﹚ .ᐟ

eunseok won't give in, he's not gonna give you what you want, no matter how much you beg him. “eunseok please.” you followed behind him. “what's the point of this stupid challenge?” you desperately pleaded with your partner. “don't you want to fuck me.” his silence pissed you off. “fine i’ll just go handle it myself.” he didn't like that at all. “go ahead and you won't cum at all in december.” he warned. “go ahead and touch what's mines, i dare you.” you whined, turning back to your room, still needy for your man's touch. “so mean.” you mumbled under your breath.

“keep talking back and you won't cum until january.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sungchan﹚ .ᐟ

he'll give in— after he's done fucking with you, he loves teasing you but in the end he'll give you what you want. “baby it's just a month, you can't go a month without me fucking you?” he smirked , you rolled your eyes. “please if you weren't doing this to piss me off you wouldn't be able to go a month.” he chuckled. “whoa baby , that's big talk for someone who wants to be fucked , maybe we should see if we both can last until december.” your entire attitude changed making him smirk condescendingly. “i like this attitude better, now get on your knees.” you followed his orders, getting down on your knees. “good girl.”

“i don't give a fuck about this challenge i just want a excuse to fuck the attitude out of you.”

﹙ 𐙚 : wonbin﹚ .ᐟ

he wouldn't give in simply to fuck with you. wonbin is a fucking tease and loves to see you struggle, it turns him on to see it — if anything it motivates him to finish until the end. “wonbin you know you don't give a fuck about this stupid challenge.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “it been almost a month since you fucked me.” he smirked. “you keeping track of the days sweetheart?” you wanted to slap him but that wouldn't get you anywhere. “why can't you just fuck me.” he laughed, mocking you further. “because you need to practice self control baby you're begging for dick right now.”

“don't worry i'll fuck you when this is all over.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seunghan﹚ .ᐟ

he’d give in simply because he can't not give you what you want. your his baby; and you're practically begging for him to fuck you… so he has to give his baby what she wants. he can participate next year , you needed him. “hannie please.” you begged into your boyfriend's ear. “i want you so fucking bad.” he smiled at you, cradling your face in his hands. “language princess.” you whined. “this game is stupid.” you sighed in frustration. “please just give up.” that's all he needed. “fine princess , be a good girl and lay down.” you were quick to undress yourself laying back , waiting for your man. “so pretty and desperate.” he said, now undressed. “so spoiled.” he climbed on top of you.

“always needy for my cock.”

﹙ 𐙚 : sohee﹚ .ᐟ

he's failing because he's not participating; number one munch here isn't gonna give up eating your sweet cunt for a let , let alone not fucking you for an entire month. you had to be the one to try and encourage him to go at least a month — it's last not even a full day. “sohee this is not how this works.” you try and push the boy currently in between your thighs away. he whined out like you cut him. “what do you mean i can't eat you out?” he questioned. “that's the whole point , not cumming.” you said. “well you don't have to cum , just let me taste you.” you pushed him away again, he cried out. “you have to wait a month.” he moved your hands , holding them down as he gave your cunt a lick. “fuck hee.” you moaned. “see that challenge is stupid.” he said.

“just let me make you cum on my tongue.”

﹙ 𐙚 : anton﹚ .ᐟ

he'll last a week or two before he can't take it anymore; his need for you overruling any stupid challenge. “anton you wanted to do this challenge.” he hated when you brought it his grave mistake. “it's only a few more weeks.” he whined , wrapping his arms around you, his obvious hard on pressed against you. “baby please, it's just a stupid challenge with the hyungs , they don't even have to know.” he kissed the inside of your neck. “please don't ignore me, I'm so fucking hard.” he groaned, feeling you up trying to rile you up. “anton.” you sighed. “see you want this too.” his hands came up to your boobs. “we don't even have a to tell them.”

“just let me fuck you , please baby.”

©LUVYENI

[maxlarens]

okay i’m feeling especially crazy about this concept but imagine like reader having her pr relationship going on and being pissed at george and during qualifying or free practice or even a race, george is halfway through telling her something (maybe telling her something about pace, or what max had been complaining about on the track) and she just goes “no radio!” and cuts him off. i just KNOW george would be so offended cause why would you do that?? i’m supposed to help you why would you do that

ugh yes eve. i love when they're messy it's too good too perfect. okay let's say free practice because i imagine that they have like clear cut rules about arguing during quali especially. and during races they keep it to arguing about race strategy only no petty disagreements allowed😭 but free practice is a free for all and reader takes full advantage of that.

like please they've just had a weird fight/argument where nothing has actually been said, but george is bothered by her pr boyfriend hanging around hospitality and she's annoyed having to pretend she likes her pr boyfriend. and when she gets in the car they're not making eye contact or doing any of their standard pre track rituals. so everyone can tell somethings up😭

and hmm okay, not gonna write a full drabble but here's a little bit of something. not exactly exactly what u were saying because i didn't want to just repeat it. hope u like it tho🥰

The car is shit. The car is so shit.

The wheel is pulling whenever you take a corner and you feel like you're on a roller coaster with the way it's rattling. At this point, it feels like the floor might just drop out from under you. Land on the track and cause a red flag.

You wouldn't be surprised, honestly. It might even be helpful, might stop the rest of the grid from getting valuable practice time in⏤

You veer into the gravel as you take a corner, swear loudly to yourself and force the car back onto asphalt. It takes far more effort than it should, you're fighting the car. It shouldn't be like this. It should glide. It should be smooth. It has been smooth.

You're not sure what's going on.

The garage need to know... George needs to know.

Ugh. George.

Plainly, you're annoyed at him.

George and his loaded looks and pointed comments about safety and that head of prince curls and a line of straight white teeth⏤ okay, you're not supposed to be letting your thoughts go there⏤ it's just difficult to stop them, even if he's being a total arse about your not-boyfriend. Who the fuck is George to say that you're not allowed personal guests? You're the driver! He's your engineer.

Derek can go wherever he pleases as far as you're concerned. Just as long as it's not too close to you.

The car pulls. You swear.

The radio crackles, startling you just as you get the car off gravel.

"Verstappen says you were impeding."

You laugh, sharp, short, humourless at the sound of George's clipped voice, at the irony of you impeding anyone but yourself right now, "Impeding. Ha! Good one."

"It was through turn⏤"

"The car's a piece of shit," you bite, cutting him off, "I can't get it out of the gravel, never mind stop myself from impeding Verstappen."

"Keep that off the radio," he scolds.

You roll your eyes, wrangle a turn like you're wrangling a wild bull, then snap,

"Okay! No radio!", and lean forward, flick the switch to turn the radio firmly off.

It's stiff, unused. There's no rule per se that says you can't turn the radio off whenever you'd like to. But it's frowned upon. You're blind if there's an emergency, a red flag, if they want you into the pits where you're heading anyway. George will be angry. Spewing.

Good.

Exactly how you want him.

i need to make one of those radio graphics that u make for them omg. anyway thank u for this eve!! ur mind!!!!

[octoberautumnbox]

Happy Anni-box-sary!! :DDDD

Whew! It's been a year since I've started writing on this platform (and in general fsgsdjkfghjadskfh), and what a wild ride it has been. Ups and downs scattered throughout the year, but I really wouldn't have it any other way :uwuge:

All that said, let's move onto the box 2024 recap!

Yuri fics I've written: 8

Fly in the Night Trip

Love in the Night Train

Juicy Juicy

Friday

Adrenaline

Enjoy

I Got All I Need

Like It Like I Love It

buncha drabbles I didnt count, some of them fluff, some of them angst, all of them box 📦‼

Yuri fics other people have written: 6

@fillinforlater's Friends that can Keep a Secret

@birchleavesdawn's Bitter Taste

@xshadowdelta's Former Manager pt. 1: Back in Town

@usedpidemo's Cruel Flower

@prael's Reality

@leafostuff's Operant Conditioning

Non-Yuri fics I've written: 11

in my best attempt not to double count when there was more than one idol in the fic (lmao),

1 for soloist Chaeyeon

1 for Kiss of Life

2 for woo!ah!

2 for tripleS

2 for Kep1er

3 for fromis_9

Funnest fics to write:

Hell Week: despite not doing sins's prompt justice, I really did enjoy how I built Yubin and OC's character, even as the writer i fell in love with how sweet Yubin came to be, and while I do think the sex could have been fluffier, i do like how i wrote the ending :DDD

Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424: i think deep down inside i knew the apartment thing was gonna come back, even at the time, though i had to promise myself it wouldn't be a series. Yujin and Xiaoting are still a killer duo i'd love to write but it wouldn't fit that well with what i've decided on what the apartment fics will be, instead i'm going with the direction that The Sultry and Pervy Soda in Apartment 307 went and go from there

Like It Like I Love It: EASILY my top 1 from this year. it was everything reader box would have wanted in a yuri fic: a casual relationship, a possibility that there's something more in it, hot sex (literally), and just the right amount (maybe a bit too little) of showing off babygirl yul. i really hope this isn't peak box but going back to why i started writing in the first place, which is that i wanted to see more quality yuri fics, this was something that if i were still a reader would have sated me for at least another year. good job box!

Idols/Groups I've come to know:

Kiss of Life: I think they debuted before me? I noticed Natty first bc ofc I did 😭 but quickly fell in love with how Bobsky just vibes so well with them aaaaaaa

tripleS: I started paying attention around Girl's Capitalism but I knew of them since Generation. I still know only like ten of them and still need to look up whether they're of age or what number S they are but I've written the group thrice now so worth :DDDD

Kep1er: zozi was tough for wizones and I'm not exception, so there was a lot of animosity to this group starting out. I only really started loving this group because of choiyuj, and it was me falling in love with that tiktok that cookies n seggs noona was ever made and it's been upwards ever since

Collabs:

One Heck of a Joyride with @leafostuff: simultaneously this took way too long and not long enough LMAO we started in Feb and released in May, if u can remember Best Job Ever and Like It Like I Love It came out in May too so that was hectic for me. but it's my first and to date only long fic and I hope someday to surpass it in terms of word count and idol nuguness :sitt:

Prompts:

@i-am-lifeform24's Curated Companions: this first major prompt I took part in, where I wrote Dito Muna Tayo :nolookk: it got me attention I didnt know how to feel abt (I still don't tbh) but it was a major step in the right direction to temper my expectations of myself: it reminded me to write for me

@msafterhours's Seasons: this was a major L for me jfkgjslahhf I wrote A Little Goes a Long Way, misunderstanding the prompt "Seasons" for "Seasoning" and making a cooking fic instead. it was a great laugh with him tho, and a memory I come back to fondly

@mintwithchoco's Favorite Song: I wrote Orange-Tinted Sunset with Sticky in mind but promising mint I'd break Belle's heart lmao, at the time my current favorite song switched from that to Nothing and it all just fell in place. I had the idea a long time ago for Haneul but this was the perfect chance to broaden my horizons yet again, and to my dismay it proved @0cta9on right that I kinda was okay at all three genres of fics that touched on after all :bearlazy:

Growth:

can't remember if I said it out loud on the tl but im not a serious writer! that just means that I dont consciously aim to improve how I write and I'm totally fine with the skills and style I have now, and any exp gained or skills learned is has been passively achieved

that said, I'm really so so happy with Fly in the Night Trip and Love in the Night Train. In my first ever fic i said i wanted my next work to be a smut, and that i would be able to write more of what i wanted on my blog soon. Enjoy was both of those, and i even got to write so much more of my ult bias throughout the year and then some. you could call it self-serving, or as @capslocked so eloquently put it, unconsidered readers, all of you. :sitt:

thats why im really happy to be able to come full circle with another fluff in Love in the Night Train, because i feel like it concludes such an awesome year in such an awesome way. id tell 2023 box that just keeping at it wouldve worked out so well, but the extra effort to write just a tiny bit better, to listen to @midnightdancingsol's advice, to stick with it even though work fucked us up (and still does) is going to be well worth it

Hiatuses: 2

ok obviously im not as proud of this one. but each time i did, it was me reevaluating how I run the blog and what sort of stuff I'm getting myself into. it was well worth taking a step back from writing and just figuring out what exactly I wanted to do, and the breaks did wonders for how I paced myself.

these were me asking myself questions that struck the very core of how I conduct this cacophony of a kpop smut blog. it made me aware of arbitrary rules I was holding myself to, and gave me a chance to do away with them. everyone has to clear out their inventory every once in a while, and these were mine :DDDD

Everything else:

ive stopped tracking notes bc I learned since I occasionally write nugu and non-smut to never expect 100+ and I'm always pleasantly surprised when I get there slfjglah but yeah, there's better things to keep track of like what I did above

these are what really matter to me: yuri, writing, and the community i've become part of. while I do think the 1022 club is a fun milestone to celebrate, anything else is a bit more work than i care to make a separate post about (except maybe on bluesky lmao)

at my core, im a glassy, a true fan of the little ball of sunshine that is jo yuri. i keep saying that as long as im able to make one of you lovely readers a fan of her too, i'll know i'm doing good! so to all you box followers, all you honorary glassys, please tune in to yuri! she just released her tenth(!!!) OST entitled Spring Days Pass, will appear in Squid Game season 2 which premieres on Dec. 26 on Netflix, and is bound to have a comeback lined up soon :cuteplead: please join me in supporting her! :DDDD

Aaaaand that's it I think? A wild ride for sure, and I'm happy to have spent it here doing what I love. Hopefully all you readers also show greater support to my fellow writers and friends on here, and as always, stay tuned for more box fics in the future!

Thanks for reading, and see you all in October Autumn Box season 2!!

[venusbby]

LOVE!! I SAW YOUR JHUMKA RIN DRABBLE AND OMG IM IN LOVE!! WE NEED MORE SOUTH ASAIN REP, PLEASE YOU’RE SO GOOD AT IT.

How about the blue lock boys seeing you in a saree or lengha for the first time?? Like all dolled up and shit ❤️‍🔥

➝ characters ♡ // itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo x desi!fem!reader (seperate ofc)

➝ warnings: kinda suggestive for sae's part (makeout session). rin makes reader sit on his lap, reo is a whole tease who's probably watched a bollywood movie and written some things down right before this happens.

note: THANKYOU SM for this 😕 this is actually kinda bad i think but idk ahdhsjndjd have it (cries) also im sorry if there's any typos im too tired to proofread it </3

ITOSHI SAE ｡⁠.ﾟ+ ?¿

he can't even comprehend it at first

lowkey going insane

extra touchy because wtf why are u so hot ? why do u look so good in every single traditional thing u wear ?

good lord. this man is whipped for you im sorry but he's going feral

standing in the living room while you're walking over to him in that red saree, the sound of your heels against the floor and the way your bangles shimmer around your wrists as you adjust your pleats, he feels his entire body almost lose its balance.

with the way your body moves with so much confidence in your traditional clothes, he doesn't understand why you're frowning with an anxious edge to your voice as you speak, his eyes fixed on your subtle pout. "is this too much? be honest."

too much? be honest?

sae was dying to be honest— to tell you just how much you're driving him crazy and it hasn't even been a minute since you came out of the bedroom, but it would lead to something that would make you miss your dinner with your friends and make your efforts to put on that beautiful saree go to waste because he was already dreaming of having himself completely stained with that same red on your lips.

"you look just fine."

really? just fine? you looked more than just fine. he wasn't fine.

your eyes still twinkle with that uncertainty and he slowly takes a step further until his slightly shaky hands can finally hold your hips. his eyes keep on darting from your eyes to your lips and it's making your cheeks flush with heat. "i just don't know, it's been so long since i wore a saree and—"

"stop. kiss me."

"what?"

he takes a deep breath. "kiss me, right now."

your lips curve into a shy smile then as you stare at him with that look. that look. your cherry red lips. he can't handle it anymore. his arm desperately reaches around you until he's pressed against your front with that same red all over his mouth as you share the heated kiss he'd wanted ever since he saw you minutes ago. he feels hot everywhere. this isn't good.

but it's so good.

he knows you're running late for your dinner— but he doesn't care. he doesn't want to care. his fingers trace circles over the soft skin of your waist, and he's not sure how to pick you up when you're in a saree so he settles on just gently pushing you against the closest wall as you stumble just a bit in your heels and let him kiss you with all that he has. the sound of your bangles rings right next to his ears as you tug at his hair and gasp at the way his fingers caress your bare sides.

"you look absolutely stunning," he whispers against your lips breathlessly when he stops kissing you. his forehead presses against yours, your thumb slowly reaching lower to rub the red shade away from his mouth as you breathe heavily and giggle— but it's of no use because he's going to kiss you again anyway. "and i want you all to myself right now. so call your friends and tell them to wait, yeah?"

ITOSHI RIN ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+ ?!

his brain short circuits tbh

he won't stop staring and drooling (internally)

please fix this boy with a kiss or two or maybe just tease him further who cares he's at your mercy now

"you never told me you had a saree."

"ah, i forgot about it too! do you remember my cousin who visited from home a few months ago?" you speak softly as you grab another safety pin from your little box and hold it casually between your teeth, adjusting the pallu over your shoulder so it's just right as you stare in the mirror. "she gifted me this."

you feel his eyes burn into your back as you attentively pin the layers of material over your shoulder so that your pallu stays in place throughout the night. you frown a bit, glancing back at where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. "are you okay?"

he blinks twice and notices he's been biting his lip the whole time. "yes."

you nod, humming as you continue to do some touch ups. it had been a while since you wore a saree, so its not too surprising that you're not used to handling it too well. it's why you've pinned the material at most places so you don't have to take care of it too much, thanks to the tips you remember from back home.

and just once you're finished, you finally turn around with a satisfied sigh, grinning as you give him a pose, your right hand resting on your waist as you let your pallu drape over your left arm. "i'm finally done. god, it's been such a long time since i wore a saree. does it look okay?"

he blinks again, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right word. his gaze doesn't shift away from you. the material of your light colored saree is quite transparent, he notices. he wishes instantly that he didn't notice because it makes him feel even more attracted to you— and it suddenly gets really difficult to keep his hands to himself. he clutches the sheets under him as you walk over.

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, the word echoes in his mind.

but he can't say it for some reason. his face feels hotter when you come and stand in front of him, and it's so hard to tear his eyes away from your visible stomach but he still does it anyway, turquoise eyes staring up at you as you raise an eyebrow at him expectantly. it's not like it's a new thing to him to see your stomach— crop tops existed. but seeing you in something that plays a role in your culture, and seeing you look absolutely breathtaking in it almost makes your boyfriend melt.

"you look beautiful." he manages to speak, still too afraid to touch you as if this saree just made you so much more valuable. so much more delicate. so much more powerful too, because he doubts he can handle any more of your beauty if he keeps staring.

you chuckle at his state, before leaning down to kiss his forehead. it's when he takes the chance and pulls you down to sit sideways on his lap, face still a little flushed, but a glint of adoration in his eyes as he pecks your cheek in return softly, his hand snaking around from behind you completely, slipping under your pallu as his warm palm gently rests on your stomach, making butterflies erupt throughout you as you lean closer to him.

"baby, you know i have to go." you grin as you talk just above a whisper, index finger tracing his lips slowly. rin knew just the right way to tempt you.

"i know." he says, but his tone is enough to tell you he clearly doesn't care.

"rin." you say in a slightly stern tone. however, the smile on your face doesn't leave.

but after you say his name like that, he's kissing your lips already, tasting the sweet and expensive lipstick on you as he holds you flush against him. his other hand carefully pushes your loose strands of hair behind your ear as he slowly holds your chin right after, mumbling quietly in the middle of his gentle kiss, "five more minutes, pretty. you look too good like this for me to let you go so soon."

MIKAGE REO ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+

he's gonna wife you up right there

gets you an expensive lehnga from india for your friend's desi wedding

how did he get a connection there? who fucking knows. all that matters is that his woman gets to look gorgeous in her traditional clothes

purposely making you cringe is his new favourite thing

"i knew that color would look good on you." he says as he opens the car door for you, a low whistle following as you step out carefully with your hand tight in his.

"i still can't believe this, reo." you shake your head as you start walking to the entrance of the restaurant, his hand now on your lower back as he quickly nods back at the driver and guides you forward— your lips twitching in a pathetic attempt to hold back a smile when you feel several eyes on you already.

"anything for you, i've told you this a hundred times, baby."

"yeah, but a lehnga? and this expensive?" you chuckle, looking at him as if he'd grown three heads as you both continue to walk. "where did that thought even come from?"

"your cousin once sent me a picture of you wearing one from a few years ago. i'm gonna be honest, you looked really sexy." he shrugs, earning a light slap to his shoulder as he starts to laugh. "and i thought, why not?"

you can't help but feel warmth rising up your cheeks, and you're so glad your cheeks aren't red. you look down as you walk, to make sure you aren't stepping on your long skirt as you hold it up just a little.

he notices that and the smirk on his face makes you feel too much at once.

"want me to carry you? like they do in—"

"baby, please don't." you shake your head as you laugh, walking faster once you see your friends standing right at the entrance of the big venue, leaving him behind in an attempt to hide your embarrassment and your flustered face.

but you don't make it that far and soon you feel his hand around your wrist. your eyes widen as you gasp and get pulled behind in one swift movement, your heavy outfit making you sway without balance and you instantly rest your other hand on his chest to make sure you don't crash into him when he pulls you in. he wraps his arm around your waist to keep you close, smiling innocently as you glare.

"i think this is where they start playing the lovey-dovey background music now. should we kiss?"

you can't stop yourself and you rest your forehead on his shoulder as you laugh loudly. "you're insane."

"insane for you." he winks, puckering his lips lightly as you continue to laugh from cringing so much. he was obviously playing around to tease you, and it was working.

however, you finally give in after a few moments as you press your lips on his in a sweet, chaste kiss— your face warm when reo's hand squeezes your side and his fingers trace over your curves ever so lightly, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

once you pull away, you notice he's more sincere now as he whispers softly, eyes not leaving yours. "you look amazing, y/n. from head to toe, everything about you tonight is even more breathtaking."

now that he's less playful, it means much more to you than it did before. "thank you." you whisper back, the gentle smile on your face changing into a smirk as you suddenly pull him closer by the collar of his suit so that he's resting his forehead against yours. his breath hitches just a bit when you look at him like that. your shimmering lehnga is mesmerizing enough— but your eyes have his knees going weak as he lets out a soft breath and his lips capture yours again.

your hands go up to his shoulders to squeeze as he now uses both of his arms to strongly hold you close to him and he tugs at your bottom lip gently. a few seconds pass and you hear your friends laugh from a distance, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you still continue the kiss but then it starts; the lovey-dovey background music from the inside of the open venue, which makes reo let out an amused huff of air as he picks you up and spins you around, keeping the kiss going until you're both breathless and dizzy.

[tiajk]

This is part 2 of sully sister where u tech them how to surf @missroro

A/n: this was made in a span of 5 minutes I’m sorry if my grammars wrong

Warnings: fluff, Jake being nice to the kids, sibling crack, probably spilled thugs wrong

⁃ so today the kids as well as you and Jake didn’t have training so u guys were chilling

⁃ You gouts were on the beach and you thought back to when u were on earth u jack had his legs tommy was still alive and you guys used to surf all the time living in California

⁃ Your daughter was sitting next to you and she noticed you were out of it like in your own thoughts so she asked u if u were okay “yeah baby just thinking about when I was your age”

⁃ She asked you to further explain and you told her when you guys used to surf and Jake cut in saying he was the best at it even though he knew damn well that was a lie

⁃ So you brought up the idea of saying “why don’t I tech u kids how to surf” all of them Jake and your kids agreed so you went to go try and make a board or something that would keep you in the water and sting enough against the waves

⁃ You went to ronal and she led u to her mauri and she asked if these things she had (news flash they were surf boards) and there enough for all of you but you grabbed them Jake asked if you needed help and you looked up at him and went “when we were kids you forced me to grab it myself so no I don’t need your help Jake Anthony sully” (for some reason I cannon that’s his middle name)

⁃ He just left you alone but tuk asked to help you and you couldn’t deny her the kids were just playing in the water and you called them for there attention

⁃ Your words being “alright kids who’s ready to surf” you and Jake slept up since tuk was a little to small she would be with Jake while they ride the kids were a bit confused because they didn’t know how this thing worked

⁃ You took your son daughter and Lo’ak Jake took Neteyam, tuk and Kiri

⁃ As you were explaining how to get in the board you fell off the board which had Jake laughing his ass off and you splashing water at him

⁃ Drabble about this ^ you were teaching the kids how to get on the board giving them a brief demonstration of the parts of the board where to put your feet etc when you went and demonstrated how to get one your foot missed the board by a bit and you fell off the board you got back up quickly though the water was in your lungs from your unexpected fall you think a deep breath as you re-surfaced you could hear better that’s for sure and you heard your either laughing his ass off your glared at him “what so funny Jake” “oh nothing just the great y/n fell of a surfboard” you rolled your eyes you had loved to win something that hour brother knew it. Had it be the smallest thing but you would win so you splashed water in his direction you waited for the water to fall to see his face his reaction the answer to it was shock he was shocked and you smirked then he said to you “oh it’s on”

⁃ But anyways after the water war between your brother (u decide who’s wins) you actually taught the kids letting them go into action u guys swam to a spot for you to all practice after Jake was done with his side kids so u guys went and practiced

⁃ It was nice for Jake to be so lay back and chill with the kids you guys had just finished for the day until Lo’ak said “i bet y/n could beat dad if they raced” Jake looked at him like he was crazy “no way I’m so much better than your aunt” you laughed “you better than me yeah okay you wish” “is that a challenge sis” you smirked “oh you bet your ass it is”

⁃ Then u guys raced (you can decide who wins) but it was about to be eclipse the kids where infront of you jake had his jar in your shoulder and yours on his waist it was like when you were kids you missed those days but the ones you had know were worth it

⁃ “Jake” you called out to him “yeah sis” you looked up at him “thank you” “for what” “being my brother and being there for me” (DONT MIND ME PUTTING MY FAMILY ISSUES INTO THIS)

Lmk how y’all liked it

End <3

[anonymityisfunwriter]

You're My Best Friend

☀️Part of The Grumpy x Sunshine Series☀️

Bucky sighs, shaking his head, "I think you broke her."

With your fingers plugging your ears, you shake your head and loudly sing, "F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for-"

"Just answer the question!" Sam demands.

"Make new friends, but keep the old -"

"It is not that difficult! Just tell Bucky that I'm your best friend."

"You've got a friend in me -"

"Answer the question," Sam shouts over you.

You forcefully remove your fingers from your ears, "No! You can't make me."

You weren't quite sure how long had passed since this whole interrogation started. All you knew was that one second you were sitting at the table in the common room, enjoying a book you'd spent weeks trying to finish in one of the few quiet moments you got to yourself. It seemed like every time you picked up the book, there was something that needed your attention.

And then, just as you were finally settled in and finally making progress on the book , Sam and Bucky came barreling in rambling and bickering about some hypothetical situation of who you would save first should the choice come down to it.

Sam's argument was that the best friend would be saved first. To which Bucky let out a boisterous laugh and informed Sam that Bucky was your best friend.

Your book had long since been forgotten as they tried to force an answer out of you.

"Just tell him, 'Sam's my best friend. I'd save him first'," Sam implores.

"Or - or she'll tell the truth and say that she'd save me and that I'm her best friend," Bucky counters with equal fervor.

"You're the boyfriend, you can't be the best friend," Sam vehemently objects.

"Why can't I have more than one best friend?" you question, rubbing your temples in exasperation, wanting nothing more than to go back to your book.

"Because that negates being a 'best' friend."

"Guys-" you start.

"She just doesn't want to hurt your feelings," Sam interrupts with a huff. "Everyone knows I'm her best friend."

"My feelings?" Bucky scoffs. "Try again."

"Guys..." you sigh.

"You're so jealous, you know that?" Sam continues rambling. "You can't handle that-"

"Guys!" you shout over the both of them, abruptly standing from the table and snatching up your long forgotten and still unfinished book. "I love you both, alright! I love you both. Sam, you're my best friend. James, you're my person. You're both equally important in my life and equally driving me nuts right now."

"Even when she's mad, she's nice," Sam quietly mutters to Bucky.

"I know, I don't know whether to be flattered or offended," Bucky quietly agrees.

"Now, I'm going to go finish my book and you two are going to stop picking up fights over things that aren't even real," you order, spinning on your heels to storm away from the two of them. After only a few steps, you turn on your heels again, back to the two of them to finish your exasperated rant, "And you know what, if we ever were in a situation were I would have to save the both you, I'd also have to save myself because I always get roped into your terrible plans!"

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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[queenharumiura]

[ i thought i wouldn't have the energy to send anything tonight and was telling myself i already sent one a few weeks back. however. i do what i want, so i'm here with a grand total of 86★ so godspeed tumblr. ]

knowing we have similar love/dedication for our blorbos is reassuring for my self-consciousness. sometimes i get worried people only know the way byakuran is in the anime/future arc/khr merch, when i only do the arcs after that and manga-only-- but you get it. it's Safe and Good.

all the creative fun time drabbles are so fun! no matter how many i send in, you're always down for them no matter how greedy i feel at times. that's one reason why the drabble i did for you ended up so long (as did that mini one from private the other day lol.) and the other reason is because. THEM.

always admire how active and responsive you are! even though i have such low energy/take so long with actual posts, it's comforting to know i can still send in memes here and there without feeling guilty about not returning favors.

i end up with like 3 or so potential lines (or thoughts) with every post i make, and a lot of them have had a chance to shine lately in the hc posts and drabbles. except the ones i have in the Plot Potential file, but those are still in there for a reason.

T H E M . i'm still so self-indulgent but they're so fun together!! so wholesome despite everything ever!! i may be able to ship byakuran with almost anyone… but i feel like 10086 always rises to the top in my head anyway. they're just. Good!

it's always comfy knowing you don't mind how slow i generally am, especially with posts. not much to say on that one besides i really really appreciate it.

i think i told you this a few days ago, but i've kinda learned how to expand on things just by rping with you? normally i suck at multipara and used to get scared just thinking about it, but i think i'm getting the hang of it. maybe it still takes a lot out of me, but it's not scary anymore. that i can thank u for.

haru-chan is THE best girl in khr (as i have always felt) and having someone who makes her so COOL is??? incredible!!!

i think there were a couple others but whatever i'm hungry and sleepy. GOOD NIGHT :CocoSEEYA:

Send me a ⭐ if I’m one of your favorite mutuals and explain why ||Accepting|| @parallelroutes

Oh wow you did warn me but it is a long one. I'll readmore my bit so at least just one part is long lekek.

We do, we do have very similar energies when it comes to how much we love our muses. Virtually identical, but hard to really say. All that matters is that we care for the beans. I felt that though as I’m a post-series Haru blog and so I deviate from what people saw of Haru. I focus on the potential that Amano didn’t expand on. I deviate away from the in love with Tsuna aspect of Haru because that will quite LITERALLY KILL ME.

Glad to hear that you enjoy all the creative fun time drabbles. They can take me some time, but I do enjoy them. I just love writing things and if people enjoy them, all the better! I just love being able to exercise my creative muscle and seeing just what my brain can come up with. Sometimes, I amaze even myself with the ideas that I come up with. Feel free to send in whatever you want whenever you want. I don’t care. I’ve had people be greedy when it comes to my Vday events and then they send in for every single muse and all our AUs. (It’s not much but it’s honest work.png)

Ahahaha I too am not the most high energy people out there. I’m old. I’m tired. I just push through sometimes based off how much love I am feeling in the moment. Haru truly is the thing that keeps me going in life. But in general I’m so very tired. Catch me when I’m not talking to people and I’m like hello I’m dead, I don’t exist. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t perceive me ‘ding!’ oh hello friend, I can be perceived for a bit. Alone? Okay, don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t percei—and it repeats. Lol I so very much love my alone time. I thrive in being alone, but I’m also open to talking to people about whatever. I’m game to talk about Haru whenever, but I also am down to talk about anything. I know how it feels to not feel like you’re perceived. To feel like no one actually sees you so I always try to go out of my way to make sure people feel seen whether it’s as simple as commenting on an ooc post, or liking a post.

At this point I gave up on trying to answer bullet by bullet, I’m like half awake with the way my one eye has decided to stay closed. Very tired and yet here I am not sleeping. I make poor life choices.

ANYWAYS! I’m a pretty understanding bean. I know that people get busy or that they have muse for certain things. As long as communication is open and I’m told about why there may be a delay in something, I’m fine with waiting. I’ve waited literal years for replies before and so I don’t care how long I need to wait- so as long as communication is still there. That’s all I need. If you need time to create something you’re happy with, I’m always willing to wait. No stress, just work at your own pace. We do this for fun, so there is no point if you’re over-forcing yourself. Ultimately I want everyone to be happy and to have fun.

Haru is my life, my queen, my life, my EVERYTHING, my--- ANGEEEEELLLLLLLLL (hamster meme). It’s forever funny to me that I disliked her at the start of everything and now she’s my everything.

So, in casual Neo fashion, I always return by saying things myself bc I’m not good at just simply receiving. Man, I don’t even think it’s been a year since we’ve met yet and we’ve been through it- huh? Gone through a lot, but you know, here we are still vibing the best we can, tired/low energy and all. With everything it comes with learning how to work with people, and I think we’re definitely getting there and thriving.

There is a lot of potential between Byakuran and Haru. Was for sure before and there will be now with Byakuran and Haru 2.0 (kekw). The Haru this time around is of a slightly different characterization, but it’ll still work out fine. It’s always fascinating to learn more about him and see how the interactions go between them.

I feel like you take a more realistic approach to him, somewhat like how I tackle Haru. I try to study her and then break things down in a parsed way that makes sense to me and run with it. I don’t just break her down to the bare minimum like I see some do in fandom. She’s a whole cake and I’m not going to just settle on the embellishments of her character.

I feel that’s what makes our interactions fun and engaging because of that. It does take a lot of time due to that, but I think it’s worth it. Happy as always to see that you’re enjoying things!

[practically-an-x-man]

Fanfic ask game

E (King, but I may have already asked you this before?), L, N, T, U, V, W

thank you!!!

E: If you wrote a sequel to [King], what would it be about?

Well, this one's tough because I don't have the full story in King and Lionheart to go off of. I imagine it would involve the Corinthian tracking down the cause of Lee's untimely death and... let's just say, bringing swift justice to whoever's involved. But honestly I haven't really thought about a sequel for that one.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I have no freaking clue. I revise as I go, and then do one final sweep when I post it to AO3 (largely because I need to input all the bolds and italics that don't transfer over). Usually when I open the document, I start by re-reading what i did on the previous day and editing it before I add more.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not really? Even if I managed to find the absolute best writer in the world, it wouldn't be the same story as if I wrote it myself. That's not a vanity thing, just that there's a way I want these stories to go and it wouldn't be quite the same if someone wrote them for me

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I avidly avoid ABO stuff, I find it intensely uncomfortable. Or anything that involves strict possessiveness or domineering, really. I can appreciate a character who is protective of their significant other, but I have problems when it veers into possessiveness.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

(To keep this even, I'm avoiding writers that I'm friends with. Bestie I love your writing and there's several others on here too that have INCREDIBLE writing styles and easily make the favorites list, but I want to stay 100% impartial)

sunstones on AO3 - They haven't posted anything in a while, but I was an absolutely avid follower of their Spider-Man fics. They have an incredible penchant for descriptions and extended metaphors, a writing style that's chock-full of hidden details and foreshadowing

a_reader_and_a_writer on AO3 - They've written oneshots and drabbles for easily a half-dozen of my favorite characters, and every single one is delightfully written and effortlessly in-character

brigid1318 on AO3 - Similarly, they haven't posted in a while, but they were one of the first authors I read when I got into fanfic. Not only is their writing style absolutely lovely and their plots delightfully unique, they offered support on one of my earliest fics (even though it had to be a bit of a struggle to read through, since I was still pretty new to writing) and are a big part of why I'm so active in writing now

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Hmm... this is a little tough because so many of the fics I read are unfinished, so I don't know how they'll end or where a sequel would go. In terms of finished fics, I'll go with The Demons Within by your_dragon_just_shot_at_me, it's a crossover between X-Men and Doctor Strange, and it's just so wonderfully unique and well-written that I'd love more! (plus so few people write for Alex Summers, I want more wherever I can get it lol)

For fics I'd love to see an update/continuation on, I'll go with The Empty World by strawberry_jam_and_sunsets. Again, such an interesting premise and main character, and wonderfully in-character for Donald Pierce. It's a slowburn too, so I'm currently dying of tension waiting for an update!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I think it depends? If I'm writing something small, like a warmup drabble to spark motivation, I'd rather have something specific. That way I can think more about the characters without having to worry about what direction I'm going with it, and I can get warmed up for more "high-intensity" writing later.

But if I'm writing something longer, like a gift fic, I'd rather have a more general prompt so the final product can still be a surprise.

Fanfic Asks

[wordsinhaled]

MAY I ASK do u have an ao3 account or do you even write fanfictions because the dreamling stuff u keep writing has me in a GRIP

hi anon!!! thank you so much for asking! unfortunately i don’t have an ao3

and—depends how you define actually writing fanfiction i guess? i personally consider all my dreamling drabbles and vignettes and things to be bits of fic, and they are on my blog in the #dreamling tag !! i have written multiple parts of the same thing before. and i do have specific tags for a couple of things that are ongoing! if you mean like... Fic That is Actual Words I Strung Together and not just me yelling my vaguely prose-y thoughts into the void... i have a couple of those so far also

on that note, sometimes people tag my posts #notfic, and like, i do see why because it’s not a thing that was proofread and beta’d and whatnot, but also, is it really not fic? i guess i’m not sure!

anyway, tags for things!

#regency epistolary dreamling — my current beloved, regency hob’s unsent letters to dream and (maybe, eventually) dream’s unsent letters to hob. has ART because the lovely @fishfingersandscarves hand-wrote one of hob’s letters!!! soon to have More Art when my stationery supplies come in!!!!

#dreamling bodyguard au — hob dies & dream offers him the choice to come to the dreaming and be his bodyguard

#gentle dom hob — aka dreamling kink negotiation; may eventually have “proper” fic if the mood strikes

fics—

hob tries courting dream <3

if the walls were too thin, you would break right in

in which dream can read hob like a book; he is the prince of stories, after all (alludes to nsfw)

bring all your things and we will build a pyre (nsfw, D/s tones; sequel to the previous)

these bones never rested while living; so how can they stand to languish in repose? (the bodyguard AU)

at the moment, i’m writing... basically, shameless dreamling smut-with-feelings fic? because they just can’t escape their Feelings, even when they pretend not to have them, oops. hoping to finish that today! 👀 at myself

aaand after that i will potentially maybe possibly write (or at least yell incoherently about, and kind of sort of write) the faerie prince!dream dreamling AU that i promised @et-in-arkadia in the middle of the night like two weeks ago

so... yes. i don’t know if this was a decent answer, anon, but i will certainly continue writing and as always everyone is welcome to writhe around on the ground with me about dreamling <3 <3

thank you again!!!!!! i appreciate you!!!

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

I kept meaning to send in a request when I saw you hit 1.2k. CONGRATULATIONS by the way!

Could I ask for number 14 off of the 'normal prompts' list? With mentor ezio and the gn!reader/m!reader from arrows and accidents?

Again Congratulations!!!

07/07/2022: AHHHH YOU'RE REFERENCING ONE OF MY FICS!! love u forever tim (?) YES ABSOLUTELY; that fic is one of my favourites! I hope I can do you proud once again! (Thank you so so much!! So kind of you <33) I'm gonna slap this one in the same universe as A&A, then, and hopefully add some seasoning!)

A/N post writing: this was supposed to be a drabble o.O also Ezio might be a little OOC but we'll find out ig lol -- I tried to do this quite quickly to get the ball rolling so I'm sorry if it's a bit of a wonky one!

M!Reader x Ezio Auditore

#14: "You're telling me to calm down? You're the one who's been shot!"

You were a better assassin than before the accident.

After recovering, you had trained twice as hard to regain your lost time, rebuilding muscle and remembering old muscle memory, the familiar feeling running deep through your bones.

What you couldn't evade, however, was your mentor's watchful eye.

Every wince, every phantom pain, Ezio would notice. And every time he'd notice, he'd force you to take a break. At first, you listened; it was important to ensure you didn't make anything worse. But as time went on, it became more of a hindrance to your training; chronic pain would be something you'd have to deal with from now on, and Ezio could not keep interrupting your training like this. Some days were more manageable than others, but there were still times where you found yourself clutching a table or leaning against a wall to stop your knees from buckling, and Ezio had helped you through these episodes each time. The training had improved the pain, but your skills were not progressing at the rate they should be, because of one man in particular.

"Smetti," Ezio said once again. You swallowed the groan in your throat, from both the pinch in your abdomen and the irritation growing in your chest. You panted heavily, glaring at Ezio, who was leaning against the fence, staring at you and your sparring partner.

"Ezio, please. This is getting out of hand."

"You will not perform your best when you are in pain."

"What will happen if this happens on a mission? I cannot just ask the Templar with the axe to wait while I catch my breath." He sighed, avoiding your gaze. "I am fine, Ezio. I am recovered. I am more than well enough to go on missions again--"

"No."

You gritted your teeth. "What?"

"You aren't ready."

Running a hand through your hair, you huffed. "Fine... What if you came with me?"

Ezio raised an eyebrow.

"I'm serious. If you don't think I can look after myself in the city, why not come with me? Then I can prove to you that there is no need to worry."

He paused for a moment. "I will talk to Mario."

The excitement that flooded your veins suddenly grew hard to suppress. "You will not regret this, mentor."

"Hmm." He released an amused hum, before vaulting over the wooden boundary to the villa.

-----------------------

The mission was simple; recover the intel from the courier.

The caveat? You weren't exactly able to hide in plain sight.

"Un altro?" you muttered to yourself, ripping another poster off the side of a building. It was a drawing of Ezio, albeit with his hood up, but his outfit stood out in any crowd who knew what they were looking for. "Ezio, I'm beginning to think you should consider keeping to the hideout until you lose some notoriety. You never said--"

"Non dire sciocchezze, Y/n," came the reply. You turned to watch him peer around the corner, no doubt watching for Borgia patrols. "They won't even know we are here."

"You're only here because you don't trust me."

"He's here." Ezio ignored you, disappearing around the wall.

You blinked. "Ezio, wait!" You ripped the poster into pieces before pursuing into the mass swarms of people. The crowd was thick in some places and thinner in others, and your eyes slipped from his form multiple times. You pushed between all these people, who gasped and cursed you for your impertinence each time you gently pushed them aside. Bending around the crowd, you paused when you saw a group of four soldiers whispering among themselves, eyes fixated on the group of people Ezio stood with.

You battled with what to do; your mentor seemed unaware, his own attention focused on the courier in the opposite direction. The only instinct that came to you (rather slowly, you reckoned in hindsight) was to distract. Picking up a jagged stone by your feet, you moved as close to the patrol as possible, before finding your target; a horse. You waited until it came just past the guards before throwing it at the horse's rear with considerable force. It landed on target, and chaos erupted as four hooves became two, clawing the air in surprise. With the guards' attention averted, you crossed the street, grasping Ezio by the shoulder. "Mentor, we must leave. It's too dangerous."

He watched the scene unfold, face almost unreadable. "Bene," he said. "The courier will house himself at a brothel for the night; we shall infiltrate under darkness."

You released a tense breath, relief replacing it.

"Assassini!" A hand shoved you forwards, and suddenly you were running. The cobblestones bit through the soles of your boots as Ezio led the way, ducking into back alleys. He led as if he had built these hidden paths himself. You ducked into the shadows, not taking a second to register the route.

Almost to safety, You both turned the last corner, practically freezing in your tracks. "No," Ezio muttered. "Cazzo!" Ezio ran to the crates blocking the alley. The docks lay on the other side; a shipment just landed in port. You glanced at the walls of the buildings opposite; smooth as butter. The raucous shouting grew closer. You turned back to Ezio, who was similarly scanning his surroundings, before his gaze dropped to the corner of the blocked alleyway. "Y/n! Here." He gripped the underside of some lodged crates and pulled, creating a gap just big enough to slip through. "Go."

"Mentor--"

"Go!" He strained under the weight, and you dropped to crawl through the small opening he created. You rushed to reach the other side, scrambling to your feet to transfer the weight. "I have it!"

The crates drastically grew heavier as Ezio released them, and you gasped under it; you had not yet recovered to your peak strength, and this sudden extremity challenged your body.

A gunshot went off.

"Ezio?!"

The crates pinned you to the spot; you could do nothing but wait. When his arms emerged, you couldn't help but sigh, inadvertently lowering the blockade. "Y/n!" he chastised.

Shifting again, you pulled the crates up for the few seconds Ezio had to escape. Once he pulled himself onto one knee, you dropped the crates. "Ezio, stai bene?"

He was as still as a rock, breathing deep. For a moment, he attempted to stand, before collapsing onto his side with a groan. "Ezio? Ezio?!" You moved to his side, eyes scanning for injuries before you caught a glimpse of the blood seeping out from his fingers. Ezio's face was slick with sweat already, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Tell me what to do! Tell me how to help you!"

Your mentor's free hand grabbed you by the scrunch of your robes. "Calm down."

"Calm down?!" your voice cracked. "You're telling me to calm down? You're the one who's been shot!"

"Listen to me; you are going to get on the gondola, and you are going to row down to Rosa in Fiore."

"And you?"

"I will follow."

"I will row us both."

"Y/n, you are not strong enough--"

"Shut up, Ezio, and put your arm over my shoulders."

He released your robes, and you grasped his arm to pull it over you before he could get away. Holding him against your torso, you heaved yourself onto your feet, carrying as much of Ezio's weight as he allowed you. His breathing had become laboured, and he still carried much of himself on his feet. "Ezio, for the last time, trust me to let me help you. You are the one who is breaking now; let me save you."

The long pause indicated the consideration of his decision, before finally, Ezio slouched against you. The victory motivated you to the dock, where you aided Ezio in a guided collapse onto the wood. Jumping on board, you grabbed the rowing oar and pushed against the river bed. The gondola rocked slowly as you turned the boat around.

"Mio Dio," Ezio cursed, unbuckling his cape. He wrapped it around his waist before knotting it tightly above the wound, wincing as more blood oozed over the fabric. You rowed harder as the gondola soared down the river. A sudden strike hit your abdomen, and you faltered for a moment. "Y/n?"

Standing up straighter, you stretched the muscle. "I'm fine, Ezio." Powering through, the gondola quickly got back up to speed, and you found yourself behind the Rosa in Fiore in good time.

"Help! Someone help!" Women looked out of the window of the manor-like building, and as soon as they saw you both, gasped and moved out of view. You hauled Ezio out of the gondola and onto the dock. "Ezio, can you walk?"

"... Sí." His eyes opened slowly, and he began to move onto his knees even slower.

You sighed at his stubbornness. "Stay still." Rolling Ezio onto his stomach, you pulled him to his feet from under his arms. Leaning him over your shoulder, you slipped your arm between his legs and pulled him evenly across your shoulders. Grasping his wrist, you carried him with a free hand to open the backdoor.

In the foyer, you were being ushered into the first room by the back door. Most, if not, all the women were huddled to try and understand the commotion. "Ladies! Go to your rooms!" You looked up to see Maria Auditore rushing down the stairs.

"Signora Auditore," you greeted quickly, before carefully lowering Ezio onto the bed. He let out a weak pained noise.

"How is he?" she asked.

"Not good. We need Leonardo."

"Claudia left to find him as soon as we heard. He does not live terribly far."

"I'll prepare the supplies."

Maria nodded before moving to the bed to check on her son. "Get this off of you," she ordered softly, attempting to free the wound of the fabric.

"Mother," Ezio warned in a whisper, sending a look her way. Maria raised her hands in sarcastic surrender as Ezio worked to undo the robes over his torso.

"Y/n, come and help him."

You turned around, stunned. "W-With what?"

"I'll fetch the equipment. You tend to the patient, seeing as said patient has grown out of needing his mother's help."

Swallowing, you moved to Ezio's bedside, unbuckling his belts and sheaths and pouches. Untying the knot, fresh blood began to pour from the wound as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Ezio, hey!" As soon as you pulled his shirt away to expose his bare chest, you pressed his cape back down against the wound with one hand and grasped his face with the other. "Do not sleep on me now," you growled, tapping his cheek until he grew more lucid.

The door suddenly burst open. "Ezio Auditore! What have you got yourself into now?" Leonardo entered the room and walked straight to the dresser, where a washbowl and some instruments lay. "Maria," he greeted, passing the bowl and cloth to her. He also grabbed a long sheet of linen to cover the bedsheets. "What are we dealing with, Y/n?"

"A bullet wound."

"Bene," he muttered. Quickly, he picked up a leather belt and folded it in half, before handing it to you.

"If you would like to pass out, now would be a good time," Leonardo said as you placed the leather between Ezio's teeth. "Hold him down."

You held his elbow and hand against the mattress, much like he did to you all those months ago. Claudia mirrored your action. Maria pressed his ankles into the bed. Leonardo took this opportunity of quiet to begin the search for the bullet. Ezio threw his head back, groaning in agony. The entire time through the procedure, he had no rest, muscles contracting and relaxing through shockwaves of pain.

"Aha! I found it!" Leonardo pulled the metal ball out and onto the bedside table. Ezio reached up slowly and slung the leather out of his mouth onto the floor. "Quickly, the wine!"

Ezio, dazed, confused, and weak, blinked. "What--" He could barely writhe as the alcohol was poured over his stomach, swallowing a cry of pain down his throat.

"It's done now, Ezio. Try to get some rest," Leonardo took out a needle and thread. It seemed to you that he had finally listened, and his grip loosened as he finally fell into a deep sleep.

You leaned against the bedside table, taking a breath. "You were more difficult, you know," Leonardo said, eyes focused on the stitching.

"How so?"

"Ezio will live. There is no doubt of that. But with you... There was too much blood. No one could have predicted whether you would have survived the night. I am just glad you did."

"Really?" A part of you felt guilt for causing such worry.

"Maybe this will teach him to trust his favourite student. He knows you are capable; he just worries."

You sighed. "I know."

Leonardo had finished stitching the wound, wiping clean the blood with the bowl and cloth in Maria's hands. "If his condition changes, call for me." He looked between you and Maria.

You nodded; you weren't going to leave Ezio's side until he woke, and you had a feeling Leonardo knew that. "Thank you, Leonardo. Truly."

He nodded, getting up to a spare bowl on the dresser to wash his hands. "Of course. Anything for my reckless friends."

You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes scanning your mentor's face. A wave of guilt washed over you as you took in his clammy skin and pinched eyebrows, never fully at peace. "This was my fault."

"No, no, no, don't you go blaming yourself for his injuries, as he did with you. Mio Dio, it's like you are the same person." Leonardo gathered his things. "Here is my advice: get some rest, and when Ezio wakes up, talk to him."

He left moments after, leaving you and Maria alone. "He is right, you know." Maria tended to her son.

"Yes, yes, I know."

And so you waited, never leaving his bedside, waiting for the dreaded discussion of "I told you so" to a mentor so stubborn, not even an ox could move him.

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[psychedelic-ink]

same Michael Kinsella anon here, could u also do smut prompt #7: “ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.” for michael kinsella x fem!reader as well, please?

maybe, there's somewhat of an age gap and he's close family friend.

thank u! 💜💜💜

little talks.

pairing: dbf!michael kinsella x fem!reader

word count: 835

warnings: smut, minors dni, age gap but nothing serious, creampie, vaginal s.ex, mentions of alcohol, dirty talking

☕️ drabble weekend (closed) ☕️

You can barely hear the murmurs and music coming from the living room. You had escaped to your bedroom, slightly drunk and flustered from being near Micheal all night. Every look, every touch, his mere presence made your body burn. It was too overwhelming, too much for you to keep locked in. You feel like a fool to think that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t show up tonight. But of course he would. It was your parents' anniversary, he was your dad’s best friend. Of course he would come. You pace around in your room, a hand on top of your heart as you try to calm yourself. The party would end soon. He would go home. 

A knock on the door echoes. 

You hold your breath. 

Another knock. 

Swallowing, you head to the door and slowly open it, you can’t help the whimper that leaves you when you see Micheal. He smiles at you and your heart flutters. 

“I’m about to leave, love. Wanted to bid you a good night,” 

“Ah,” why are you disappointed? “Good night, Micheal. See you around,” 

He tilts his head, concern written all over his face. 

“Are you alright? You seemed…odd today,” 

“I’m fine.” you sound a bit harsher than you intended. “Just– I’ll see you later, alright?” 

Silence follows and you make a move to close the door, he grabs the knob and pushes it open. 

“May I come inside?” 

He phrases it as a question but you know it isn’t. You move out of the way and he enters, turning to you immediately when you close the door. 

“Did I do something?” he asks, you’re taken aback how hurt he sounds. “I’m sorry if I did. I’ve been…my mind has been hectic,” 

“Micheal I promise you it doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s just…nevermind.” 

“No, tell me,” 

His voice is stern, angry almost. Micheal backs you up to the door, your back flushed against the wood. Your heart beats in your throat, body burning once more as his eyes bore into yours. Chest heaving, you attempt to look away but his hand comes up to your chin and holds you in place. Micheal licks his lips, your eyes watching intently at the way he wets them. Without even thinking you mimic the movement. 

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you,” 

“Why not?” 

You feel suffocated. His mouth traces the underside of your jaw, slightly tilting your head up as his lips travel down to your neck. Michael feels your heartbeat against his lips, your legs almost give out, hands balled into fists as you bite back moans. 

“Because I don’t know how much longer I can contain myself around you. Your very being…it tempts me.” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. 

“I feel the same– So why fight it?” 

Your world shifts around you and suddenly you’re thrown over the bed, Michael quickly takes his rightful place between your legs. He pushes up your skirt, sliding your panties to the side with one hand as he pulls out his cock with the other. He drags his thumb between your folds and feels how wet you are for him, a growl trembles within his chest. 

He quickly covers your mouth with his his when he thrusts in, despite muffled, your moan still echoes inside of the room. Micheal’s much bigger than you imagined, he fills you up perfectly, stretching your needy cunt in a way that makes your eyes roll back. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, neither of you have the time to wait. His thrusts are quick, hard, deep. Your tongue moves along the inside of his palm, nostrils flaring as you try not to let out too much noise. 

“‘Bet that feels good,” he rasps, cock pounding into you. “Can’t wait to fuck you when your pa and ma aren’t in the next room– Can’t wait to hear those pretty little noises you make for me,” 

Your cunt throbs at his words, fluttering as it squeezes around his cock. A string of curse words falls from his lips, cock twitching as he fills you to the brim. Micheal’s hand quickly latches onto your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as cum drips out from the sides of his cock and stains the sheets. He has you coming undone in seconds– Your body spasms, back arching as his fingers continue to play with you. Micheal grinds his hips until you come down from the high of your orgasm, when your breath returns to normal he removes his hand and licks your lips. 

“I really should go now,” he whispers. “Before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He stuffs his cock back into his jeans and a needy whine leaves your damp lips.  Micheal smiles at you, chuckling as he grabs the door knob. 

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Would you like that?” 

“Yeah,” you smile back at him, tiredly propping yourself above your elbows. “I would like that, a lot actually.”

[myherowritings]

welcome to the family

SUMMARY. After mistaking the guy on your lockscreen as your boyfriend, your grandmother knits him a sweater to welcome him into the family. Childe sees your tweet about it the next morning.

PAIRING. celeb!childe x reader

WORD COUNT. 1.0k

GENRE. celeb au, loosely based off a tweet

A/N. small drabble because i kind of got excited at the thought of celeb au childe o.o also like...have u listened to his english va sing those cheesy songs? i absolutely love it HFJKGHG pls enjoy xx sof

You weren’t a fan of the celebrity with the title Tartaglia, alias Childe, real name unknown to the public.

Definitely not a fan.

The only reason you knew even that much about him was simply due to social media blowing him up as the infamous white boy of the month. And from there his fame only grew. (Though you had to admit, he was at least more interesting than the previous other candidates.)

You weren’t a fan, but you couldn’t deny he deserved the recognition he received. His acting was pretty captivating, his singing voice pleasing to the ear, and his body... Well, his body...

“Earth to Y/N,” your mom called, drawing you out of your rapidly spiraling thoughts. You were visiting your family home for the weekend and you were currently in the living room with your mother and grandmother, watching bad reality TV and snacking on junk food. “You’ve been spaced out today. Too busy thinking about your boyfriend?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”

Like most grandparents, your grandma seemed to have a special radar to let her know when her grandchildren had a potential suitor at hand. Just the mere mention of the word made her perk up. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah! I don’t know why they were keeping it a secret from us, but I saw the picture on their lockscreen,” she whispered to your grandma conspiratorially, loud enough for you to hear. “He’s a cute guy with ginger hair.”

The picture on your lockscreen off a cute guy with ginger hair… You were only half-embarrassed to recall that it was a picture taken from Childe’s outdoor picnic photoshoot where the poses they made him do attempted to paint the image that he was there on a date with you. His clothes were casual and his smile was familiar.

You absolutely hated that marketing strategy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t willingly fall for it each time.

But again, you weren’t a fan…

Oh, who were you fooling? You were halfway from breaking and making a Childe fan account if your dignity didn’t get the best of you.

“Childe? He’s—”

“Your boyfriend! My grandchild finally found love in this world?” asked your grandmother, teary-eyed as she completely ignored her favorite trashy reality show on the television to get a better look at you. “I’m so happy for you! This is so exciting.”

“Grandma, wait—”

“You have to bring him home and let us meet him,” she rushed on animatedly, giving you no time to squeeze a full sentence in. “No, before you do that, let me make him something for you to give to him! What size is his shirt? Is that a picture of him? Oh he looks nice and strong! I’ll knit him a turtleneck. You give it to him the next time you see him, okay?”

Your grandma ran to get her knitting needles and yarn, leaving a whirlwind in her wake as you stared open-mouthed at the spot she once occupied.

That was how you ended up going home the next day with a brand new turtleneck sweater your grandmother made for your non-existent boyfriend.

The situation was so bizarre, you decided there was only one thing you could do: Pull your phone out as you sat on your bed to tell Twitter about the events of your weekend.

— ✩ —

It wasn’t everyday Childe woke up to check what the top tweets of his tag were on Twitter.

Okay, that’s a lie.

It was everyday.

He had an image to keep, after all. And it interested him to know what others had to say about him, despite how bad that might actually be for his state of mind.

Childe didn’t like deceit, but showing some parts of himself to only some people and other parts to others wasn’t lying. It was self-preservation. Everyone had a persona of sorts, and he preferred for his to be intact. What was the point of showing everyone every side of him?

He knew who Childe and Tartaglia were. He knew who Ajax was. As long as he knew, he’d be alright.

Was it a lonely path? Maybe. But it paid well and made his family proud. What more could he ask for?

Acting may not be as cool as being, say, a toymaker as his younger brother would proclaim, but at least he got to travel the world and explore places he never could’ve before. And the cute fans of his were also a definite bonus.

Childe continued scrolling through his phone when he stumbled upon a tweet that seemed to be gaining numbers quickly. It was posted only a few hours ago last night (his time, at least) by what looked like a personal account.

@y/n: Y'ALL WTF my mom saw my lockscreen (which is a pic of childe) and told my grandma that he was my bf and then my gma got so excited she knit him a WHOLE SWEATER and told me to give it to him. how could i break her heart and tell her he’s just a celebrity i like omg

@y/n: here’s a picture of the sweater she knit. isn’t it adorable? i almost feel too bad to just wear it myself though hjfkhg [Attachment: 1 Image]

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the picture of you holding the cream-colored turtleneck up, the large sleeves covering most of your body in the photo. You were right. The sweater did look adorable. As did a certain little fan of his who was also featured in the image.

Without giving it a second thought, he began to type his reply.

@TartagliaOfficial: Why wear it yourself? Didn’t your grandma say it’s meant for me? :( It’d be a shame to disappoint her.

In only a matter of minutes, he refreshed the page and found your name in his notifications. For some reason, he felt a rush of adrenaline flow through his veins as he waited for your tweet to load.

@y/n: am i being punk’d or r u asking me out???

Childe laughed to himself, exiting the tweet thread so he could click on the private message icon on your profile.

This would be fun.

[kaepop-trash]

would u consider doing a drabble where y/n and johnny go to another party and johnny gets jealous of her interacting with doyoung

Combined these two asks.

He just wouldn't say anything about being jealous. Neither would she, it just it what it is. Both of them would think they're better than the "momentary" jealousy.

WC: 1.9k

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"The last time you came here, I could swear your chain was bronze." Ten hummed at (Y/N), the agenda of his statement apparent to Johnny.

She turned away to look at Ten, giving him a shrug. "Life's all about spontaneity." She looked down at the gold chain wrapped around her ankle, a small flicker or uncertainty crossing her eyes.

Johnny thought he could become an expert at reading this woman's tells.

"Next time I'm going to wear that chain." He added, both as a declaration to Ten and a promise to her.

Ten smiled as he reached for his glass, "Since when have you been fair?" He asked with a knowing hum.

Johnny decided that ignoring him was the best option.

"Let's not sit with Ten next time." He turned to tell (Y/N), her lips twitching at the words.

"I rather enjoy his company." She told him.

"You won't hold onto that misconception for long." He shook his head with a steady reassurance.

"Don't worry, (Y/N)." Ten added, "Johnny's just scared I'll tell you about what he was like in university."

Johnny tried his best to hide the surprise on his face at the statement. But he was also sure that she had become equally adept at reading him.

She narrowed her gaze with a clear surge of curiosity.

"What was he like in university?" She questioned while keeping her eyes on him.

"I'll tell you myself if you tell me what you were like." He added before Ten could say anything.

"I was just boring in university. And a little stuck up." She told him, blinking like she was amused by the notion.

"What happened?" He teased, making her scoff.

"Yuta, mostly. Also because law school will beat any diffidence out of you."

Johnny nodded along, considering the words.

"It was the other way around for me." He confessed, biting his tongue as he tried to find the best words to say more.

She scrunched her nose in question, but a voice made her head jerk.

"As my best friend you should have been best dressed for this theme." Johnny looked up to see Yuta standing behind her, looking down just in time to catch her rolling her eyes before she turned to him.

"I look fine." She reassured him, "As long as you look good. Ten told me this was your idea."

Yuta nodded with a cheeky grin, "All these years I can't believe he didn't do a Rock theme." He pointed an accusatory finger at Ten.

Without waiting for a response, Yuta smirked at Johnny. "I like your t-shirt." He pointed at the logo of his own band on Johnny's chest.

"Thanks." Johnny looked below his chin, "It's my brother's."

"Is that why it's so tight?" She questioned, subconsciously reaching out a finger to trace against his waist. She bit down a smile and Johnny knew it was some straying thought in her head.

"Don't like it?" He deliberately goaded her.

"I never said that." Her smirk twitched at the edge of her lips, finger tracing down his abs. She dug in her nails halfway down and he couldn't stop the shiver that cascaded down his spine. "Remind me to check the size so I can buy a few t-shirts for you later. What a look Mr. Suh." She looked up and winked at him.

"Trying to flirt with me, Miss (Y/L/N)?" He wiggled his brows, stomach twisting when she nodded.

"I'm still here, you know?" Yuta cleared his throat.

"Unfortunately." She turned to him reluctantly, "Don't you have better things to do?" She questioned, making Yuta scoff.

"Love you too, babe." He gave her air kisses, "We have to perform. It was Ten's idea." He pointed a finger at the man in question, making both her and Johnny turn.

Johnny was about to turn back, but there was a suspicious glint in Ten's eyes as he shrugged at Yuta. It made Johnny narrow his eyes.

"We?" She questioned Yuta.

"Yeah the band is here." Yuta paused, looking around. "Somewhere or the other. I think Hyuck is a little amazed by the place. We have a wager going that he'll end up downstairs before midnight. Want to add to the pool?" He plowed through the information, making her laugh and nod.

"He'll go after you're out of sight, that's my wager." She sat back on the sofa with a confident smirk.

Yuta paused to consider her words before sighing, "Damn it. You're going to win." He lamented, "Fine." A short, frustrated huff left his lips as he gave her a nod. "I'm going to go look for the others so we can do our set and be done for the evening."

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Johnny was sure he would feel a little tipsy if he got out of his seat, the lowball glass in his hand feeling heavier than it did a few minutes prior.

His eyes moved to the bar, where (Y/N) pointed at her ear to signal to Doyoung that she couldn't hear him. He leaned closer to say what he was saying against her ear.

Johnny's glass didn't feel so heavy anymore and he lifted it to his lips to take a generous swig.

Whatever he said to her made her smile. Shaking her head, she finally moved away from him. Johnny saw Doyoung's grin as he sat back in his chair, giving her a nod that looked, to Johnny, to be one meant to convince.

"Omg look! Mr. Boss is a fan." Johnny turned to the voice to find the youngest of (Y/N)'s friends staring at his chest. Johnny wanted to question the name he addressed him with, but he didn't feel in the mood to engage in that conversation.

"It's his brother's." Yuta clicked his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest and shaking his head.

"Oh." Donghyuck said, "Well, my favourite singer is from your label so I can forgive that." He paused like an epiphany hit him, "Oh my god! Now that you're dating (Y/N) can you make me meet Moon Taeil?" He clapped his hand with evident excitement.

"We aren't dating." Johnny shrugged, keeping his voice level. "But sure you can meet him."

"That's great!" Donghyuck's voice rose in volume, but Johnny didn't miss the nervous glance he gave Yuta after.

Johnny looked back at (Y/N), still talking to Doyoung. He didn't pay attention to the way the couch dipped beside him as he tipped his glass back, emptying it.

"You know, you can just ask." He heard Yuta say. Johnny took a moment to turn to face him, parting his lips almost out of immediate defense. He didn't even know what he was going to say, so he was grateful when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Too drunk to turn his body, Johnny tilted his head back. He saw the familiar blonde smiling down at him, blinking a few times like he was making sure.

"I haven't seen you in weeks." Sofia said, "That busy?" The finger she tapped him with slid down his shoulder.

Johnny mirrored her smile, nodding. "A little, yeah." He shrugged. "You know how it is."

She laughed at his words, making Johnny grin wider.

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Yuta watched from the side as Johnny watched Doyoung and (Y/N) with a pretty impassive gaze. In fact, Yuta wouldn't have thought much of it had it not been for the tight set of his jaw. With a knowing grin, Yuta looked away from the strange man.

As his eyes met with Ten's, the glint in his eyes made him pause, as perceptive as Yuta's own as he watched Johnny too. Ten turned to Yuta, both of them sharing a wordless conversation as they both turned to face her.

In that moment, Yuta understood why Ten was suddenly so keen on the live performance from the band.

"You know, you can just ask." Yuta couldn't help himself, enjoying the 'fish out of water' look on the man's face.

Yuta scoffed. Turning back to Ten, Yuta caught his frown before following his gaze back to Johnny.

A woman Yuta thought he recognised spoke to Johnny about something, both of them laughing. Yuta looked back to (Y/N), finding her looking like he had already guessed.

How typical, Yuta thought.

Feeling like he'd predicted it, he lost his momentary interest, not even feeling like eavesdropping on Johnny's conversation.

He did hear the woman's parting words, but what made him turn around was when he heard (Y/N)'s voice moment's later.

"You finished your drink." She told Johnny, holding a glass similar to the one he was holding in his. "I got you another one." Johnny took the glass from her and she took the empty one from his other hand to put on the table.

"Thanks." He said with a distracted voice, "What are you drinking?" He pointed at her other hand.

She shrugged, "I told the bartender to make two of what you're drinking." Yuta noticed how that made the man grin a little wider, patting the empty space beside him.

As Johnny looked down at his glass, Yuta noted how she looked behind him as she sat back down. Yuta didn't need to look to know who she was eyeing, but turning to spot the woman from earlier was a good confirmation.

Yuta watched as (Y/N) put an arm on Johnny's chest, her neck flushed as her gaze unintentionally bore into his.

"I'm going to kiss you." She furrowed her brows. The statement should have taken Yuta aback: (Y/N) had never been a fan of any display of intimacy in public. He had once witnessed her smack the hand of someone who tried to hold hers at a party.

But Yuta also knew (Y/N) was as petty as she was shrewd.

As Johnny gave her a surprised nod, Yuta looked away out of courtesy. When his eyes landed on Ten, his slightly confused expression told Yuta that maybe (Y/N) was more deliberate than he thought.

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(Y/N) listened to Doyoung telling her about what he saw Hyuck get upto moments ago. Despite the loud rock music that played, Doyoung was dedicated enough to spread word of the boy's drunken antics; so everybody could equally make fun of him later. He was also sufficiently drunk enough himself to colour the story with animated movements, which only made her laugh more.

As the music changed to a quieter one, she could take a step back.

She leaned against the bar, still listening to what Doyoung was saying as her eyes wandered across the room. They landed on Johnny from what felt like second nature at this point. The thought was only further soured by what she saw.

It wasn't any of her business, that was the first thing she told herself.

In fact, she knew that if the woman he was leaning back to speak to was anybody else, she probably would have looked away without occurrence.

But she knew the woman, she distinctly remembered her green dress and the smile he gave her. The same one he was giving her now.

"You know–" Doyoung began to speak beside her, probably sensing her sudden irritation.

"Don't." Her voice was a quick snap, chagrin and impatient.

He didn't say anything else and without thinking too far, she turned to the bartender.

"Give me two of what Mr. Suh ordered." She tapped her nails on the bar.

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[yoonpobs]

may I please request a heartbreaking angst drabble where jungkook cheats on the oc with her best friend and is completely heartless about it

thank you in advance ✨

THE AMOUNT OF JK ANGST REQUESTS I RECEIVED 😭damn jk stans ... are u ok?

anyway ... here u go bc I love me some angst too 🤣

pairing: cheater!jk x oc

genre: angst

warnings: infidelity, heartbreak, oc deserves better friends and a better man

words: 1, 235

“Wait—can we talk—please? Please look at me—” The desperation in his voice is clear when you turn around, face thunderous while the flutter of your dress swings with the motion.

“What is there to talk about, Jungkook? You humiliated me in front of my parents—in front of everyone,” you seethe, teeth barring when you poke into the pocket of his suit blazer. Your eyes strain to the rose tucked prettily inside. 

You were allergic.

“I know, I know,” He exasperates, hands reaching out in an attempt to hold your arms down, “I’m sorry.”

The weather is too bright for you to be outside the wedding hall, your hands holding onto the heavy drapes of your dress as your makeup thaws under the blazing heat. The birds are singing a tune you’re unfamiliar with, a mocking cry to a special day turned sour.

“What the fuck is sorry going to do?” You hiss, “And you don’t know Jungkook. If you did you would’ve never fucked up the way you did today.”

Jungkook stands with a forlorn expression, his hands draped helplessly by his side as he attempts to assess your features. But the only thing you allow him to see is the vexation that plagues your skin, the usual, polished and prim girl was no longer there—but was replaced with a re-extinguished flame and he was the only person to blame.

“I didn’t mean for them to find out!” He defends, eyes scrunching in annoyance when you hurl out accusations in the open air, for the wind to breeze past and for the leaves to trickle down.

“What were you even thinking?” You sneer, pushing at his chest in hopes of transferring the ache in your own to him. Whatever transference of energy that you could ever conjure is poured out into your fingertips, even as they shake. “God—why couldn’t you have fucked Soojin after the wedding? Why before you were meant to walk the aisle? Huh? Am I a fucking joke to you, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s jaw ticks, a sign that he was attempting to level out his own anger the more you retaliate with your grating tongue; unapologetic when you stare him down with eyes of a snake, venomous and hostile when you recall the events that unfolded.

“You said we could see other people!” He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air as a futile attempt to reason with you.

You laugh humourlessly, “Not on the day of our wedding, Jungkook.” You say softly, “Not when my parents and your parents, and the hundreds of business associates in that damn hall are waiting for me to walk down that aisle.”

He purses his lips.

“My best friend,” You scoff in disbelief, a tight smile appearing on your face, “She took being there for you a little too literally, huh?”

Your emotions took a one-eighty, the subdued tone in your voice escapes your lips when you stare blankly ahead, eyes far away from Jungkook’s face. You couldn’t bear to look at him, not when the last thing you remembered was seeing him and Soojin, in the dressing room of the bride—making love to one another like it was the very last time they could do so.

You were the villain, the person in-between their love story. The person Jungkook’s obligated to where his heart lays in your best friends palm. You were the instigator to the events that unfolded, the same person that gave Jungkook the ammunition to wreak havoc and destroy your heart. There was no way he would’ve known Soojin otherwise.

“We’re not marrying for love,” He reminds you in a soft voice.

You scoff, shaking your head.

“Did you think I wasn’t aware?” You narrow your eyes at him, taking an intimidating step into his direction so that you’re nearly pressed up against his chest, “I never asked you to love me, Jungkook. I asked you to respect me. And you couldn’t even do that.”

Jungkook’s eyes darts away, a mechanism he opts for to push aside the guilt that eats him whole.

“I’m not stupid, Jungkook. But you made me look like an absolute fool in there. While I was mingling with your family and telling them how much you’ve taken care of me, how much you’ve loved me throughout our engagement—you were fucking my best friend in broad daylight. All while I had to put on a plastic smile and pretend like I was happy.” You say hoarsely, “you found your happiness in a loveless marriage. You couldn’t even pretend to be happy with me for a day?” You finish in a soft whisper, fists clenching by your side.

Jungkook sighs, a deep exhale that has him moving forward until his arms are wrapped around your body; all while you try to level your breathing so that you wouldn’t cry. But it’s to no avail, especially when he whispers apologies like they meant something into your hair, his strong arms rubbing soothing circles onto your shoulder blades. He holds you almost like a lover would—but you would be an idiot to burn twice.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks, “I couldn’t help myself … I just—I wanted to be in love, I wanted to feel loved.”

You wanted to scream. Because Jungkook was smart, a son to two genius’ and a genius himself—excelling in everything he did and topped medical school—but he was so stupid; that he couldn’t even see that you were trying. That you tried so hard to love him.

And that you did.

You sink into his hold even if it’s temporary, even if his heart is set on you only when you’re vulnerable. Because he would never love you at your best, never love you if it weren’t for show.

“I’m still going to marry you.”

Jungkook’s arms rest loosely around your waist, a pause in his ministrations as he considers your words.

“I disrespected you,” Jungkook says softly.

You bite your tongue because, amongst all the other things he’s done, the disrespect hurt the least.

“And I’ve told white lies my entire life, Jungkook. At least now I have the dress to match.”

You push him off and swipe at your tears, taking a deep breath as you compose yourself. It’s terrifying how in just two seconds you were smiling widely, as if your heart wasn’t shattering in your ribcage, or that you had to walk into that wedding hall and marry a man that didn’t love you and would return to where his heart laid the moment it was all over. And that everyone knew where he’d run to if he had the wings to fly.

You smile, even if your face is tight. You take the first step to return to the hall, to tell everyone that your love for Jungkook was stronger than anything else and that you’d move past this. Even as you keep Soojin by your side. Because a friendship of two decades with a woman that’s seen you through your worst is just as important—if not more, than the person you fell in love with.

Just as you’re about to leave, his hand darts out to grab at your wrist to turn you around.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, murmuring the words into your hair when he presses a kiss to it.

You smile. Again. You smell her on him.

You turn.