#we both had our allowances so idk why he played hot n cold with me all the time :(

[fawnwife]

Other than the guy from the hotel from the last couple of posts, I had fucked this other guy also in his 20s with an amazing six pack n really fancy apartment. he caught me at the store and said i was really cute and grabbed my number, which was a huge surprise!! so ive fucked two ppl since the falling out with my fiance* a few months ago and multiple really attractive / successful guys have approached me since ive come back home, which makes me think him saying “subtly” mean things about me all the time was just to make me feel unlovable/ unattractive to feed into me already feeling insecure. But how i think of myself is, idk i think i look regular, there are lots of really pretty girls and offline i have never really thought crazy high of my looks, im just neutral and like showing off my body cause ive been coming into my sexuality ** just recently. so idk why he would do that. n i doubt its bc of the blog, since like i said before, he understood its for just reblogging sexy stuff when im alone n horny or casual flirting with limits or content making, and he had his own stuff he would do/ allowed to do within limits too that we agreed on so idk if its a double standard thing or something else?

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[flareish]

Heatwave

kuroo x fem!reader

summary: Reader is outside practicing volleyball when she gets overheated and Kuroo jumps to the rescue.

genre: Fluff!!

warning: descriptions of feeling overheated. Lots of sweaty talk too

word count: 1200

a/n : I get overheated pretty easily but idk if the symptoms I list are normal but its pretty much what happens to me. So remember to drink lots of water!!

Volleyball is all about the hours you put in. The more time you spend practicing, the better you’ll be. Which is why a group of us third years on the girls volleyball team are practicing despite the extreme heat wave we were having. As if the heat wasn’t enough we have to play outside because the indoor court air conditioning had broken a few days and and had yet to be fixed. 

We were practicing our blocking when a few of the third year boys came over, also determined to play despite the heat wave. We took a quick water break as Kuroo asked our captain if she minded if him and the others used half the court so they could practice too. She agreed with no problems. Kuroo then made his way over to you and slung an arm around you shoulder which you quickly shrugged off.

“No way, its way to hot for cuddly Kuroo.” You jokingly scold at him. It was truly way to hot for any kind of physical affection. You were really starting to feel it. Your skin started to tingle as if it was cold. It felt like you had just stepped outside into the heat after being in front of the air conditioning. It was a strange sensation. You chalked it up to just the sweat doing its job. 

Kuroo’s response to you shrugging him off and scolding him was to press his cold water bottle to the back of your neck.

“Kuroo!” You shriek startled by the sudden coldness. Kuroo and the others laugh at this. 

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” He said still laughing. You take the towel you were using to mop up some of your sweat and whip it at him causing him to run off. 

“There is no way I am chasing you.” You say now laughing too. Both teams settle down and get back to practice. You transitioned to receives which was a little easier on your bodies than jumping up but still required a decent amount of running back and forth. You stopped running for a moment on the court as you teammate served and the heat just seemed to hit you. All the running around and moving created a sort of breeze but now standing still that breeze was gone and all you felt was hot. You look up trying to concentrate on the ball coming at you but the bright sky made it hard to focus. Everything suddenly seemed brighter. You managed to receive the ball but it was much sloppier than usual. You lean forward and rested you hands on your knees waiting once more. Now you really felt it. Everything was turning splotchy bright, the ground, the sky, everything and anything you could see was overwhelmingly bright. Then you felt your limps go weak. It was now a struggle to use your muscles to stay standing. You were already in a squatting receiving position so you just lean forward a little more. No one else realizing what was happening since they were so focused. The other side set the ball for you to receive but it hit the ground a few feet away from you and you didn’t even take a step to get it. Now they noticed something was up but not before Kuroo had. He was on the same side of the court as you, just all the way over on the other half hitting serves to his teammates as a warm up. After your messy receive he had noticed something was up and as soon as you missed the ball completely he was making his way over. Completely ignoring his own game. 

“Y/N you okay? You’re looking a little hot there.” Kuroo was crouched in front of you, ready to grab you if you began to pass out.

“What do you mean, I’m always hot.” It came out a little weaker than you intended but the heart was there. How could you miss such a perfect opportunity to send a flirty comment back. Kuroo rolled his eyes.

“Seriously right now?”

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” You quote him from earlier. You feel a little better after being crouched for a minute with you head between your knees. Really craving some water to help cool down, you go to stand up but you do it too quick and the whole world spins for a second and you stumble back a bit. Kuroo is on his feet in a second and holds you steady trying to not touch you too much but also make sure you won’t pass out and hit your head.

“I’m okay, just need a little water.” I say making my way over to the benches where all our stuff was. 

“I can get your water, I think you should go sit in the shade instead.” You captain chimes in who has come over. 

“Yeah come on.” Kuroo says giving you no option to refuse. You sit down with you back against the tree and your head between you knees willing yourself to just cool off. Apparently Kuroo had the captain get his water since it still had ice in it, yours had melted a long while ago. Taking sips of the cool water definitely helped. 

A little while had passed and you were feeling better. You definitely couldn’t continue practice though which was annoying but you weren’t going to improve any playing like a zombie one receive away from passing out. 

Kuroo insisted on walking home you home, despite your captain offering, his argument being, 

“What happens if you pass out? Are you going to make your poor captain drag you home?”

Eventually you all gave in and let him walk you home. Halfway on your way home, which also happened to be in full sun, you got a bit woozy again. Kuroo immediately noticed and decided that he’ll just take you to his house, since it was closer, so you can sit the air conditioning so you would actually make it home later.

You made it to his house and he sat you down in his room in front of the air conditioning unit and cranked it up as high as it went. He left to go get you some more ice water and by the time he was back you felt much better. Now you were just tired. You took a few more sips of cold water before setting it down and making grabby hands at Kuroo. He looked at you confused.

“Do you need another fan? Ice cream? More water?” He panicking thinking of anything he could to make you feel better. You shake your head lazily the sleepiness hitting you full force. 

“Cuddles.” A blush came up on Kuroo’s face. You were expecting a joke but it never came. Instead he laid down on his bed without a word allowing you to move up the bed and snuggle into his side. Your head pressed into his chest and his an arm wrapped around you keeping you snug into him. As soon as your eyes closed you were out, a small smile gracing your face as you slip into sleep.

(bonus) 

Kuroo spent the entire time you were asleep wide awake trying to comprehend what was actually happening. The girl he had a crush on for ages was currently sleeping in his arms, in his bed. It was too much. He was trying anything to distract himself from just staring at you like a creep as you sleep. He even recited the entire periodic table to himself as he tried not to explode with joy.

[malleux]

acting. | d.r

-> Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader

-> Fandom: Genshin Impact

-> Genre: Fluff, Angst

-> Request: “Hiiii i love your writing! Could I please request a fic with Diluc where the reader is his best friend & secretly loves him but he doesn’t know and they have to pretend to be a married couple while out investigating? And the reader just gets so upset & Diluc doesn’t understand why until after when the reader snaps & breakdown crying, saying that they wish it were real cause they had to kiss & hug & act like a couple, & plot twist - Diluc was never acting, he actually loves the reader? Thanks!”

-> Warnings: Cursing, Crying idk

-> A/N: i’m sorry this is long idk why. this quest/scenario is COMPLETELY made up by moi. reader is Not the traveler

“Okay.” Kaeya slammed his hands on the table in the Knights Headquarters, spreading out a map that was poorly glued back together. “Now that we’ve got the last shred of the map, thanks to our traveler, we can find out the Abyss Order’s next move.”

Everyone gathered around, eyeing the map with intensity. You noticed a faded star beside a body of water and pointed to it. “What’s this?”

“Lover’s Lake.” The cryo user answered back, inspecting it further, “It’s a hot spring that only allows honeymooning couples. It makes sense that they’d hide out there- there’s no way we could get in as a group. But the markings are faded on the map, they could be long gone from there.”

“We found that piece in the water!” Paimon exclaimed, “The ink could’ve washed off!”

Kaeya hummed. “Then it couldn’t hurt to check. We need two people to go undercover and check out Lover’s Lake. Any volunteers?”

“Ooh! Ooh! Paimon knows who!”

————

You fiddled with the gold ring on your finger, hiding behind a bush near the front of the spa entrance. The entire team was with you, going over the plan.

“You’ll head in, scout the area.” Jean explained for the final time, “Find out how many members are in there. If it’s enough for you to handle, take them on. If not, come back and get us. We’ll find a way in.”

“Why don’t you just find another way in now, instead of waiting for this stupid plan to work?” Diluc spoke from beside you, eyeing his own ring with distaste. Your heart hurt a little- your own crush was playing your husband, and it looked like he’d rather jump into the warpath of a mitachurl than be married to you.

“Because,” Lisa mused, “We don’t want to go in full force unless we have to. It’s easier to have the employees on our side so that Y/N and Diluc can walk around more openly and search. It’s harder to do such a thing when we’re also on the lookout for them. Though we do need to make sure the employees aren’t suspicious either...”

The redhead huffed, but stayed silent.

A few more pep-talks later, you and Diluc were pushed from the cover of the bush. You began walking with him beside you, without talking. He was in a bad mood and you felt as if walking on eggshells around him was the best course of action right now.

At least, until his fingers reached for yours.

Your eyes widened a bit as Diluc fully intertwined your hands and you looked at him, a slight blush on your cheeks.

“What?” He snapped, “We’re married, right? Let’s act like it. I’d rather not have this plan fail.”

“Right, sorry.” You replied. The feeling of his gloved palm against yours was dizzying, making your heart flutter with every second. But alas, the butterflies’s wings were made of razors, cutting deeper into you the more you realized that this was fake.

“Let’s look for clues.”

You were in already?

You looked back at the front of the hot spring, wondering just how you zoned out for so long. Diluc had let go of your hand. It was cold.

“Should we split up-“

“Hi, are you the Ragnvindrs?” A cheery lady wearing the Lover’s Lake uniform came up to you both.

“Yes, can I help you?” Diluc stepped closer to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. For extra measure, he pressed a kiss against the side of your head.

“I’d just like to inform you that the springs are having a rather informal party tonight for all the couples! We hope to see you there!”

As she walked away, you turned to face your partner. His arm never left its place around you, but you said nothing. “Idea.”

“Do tell.”

“Everyone’s gonna be partying and dancing. We just need to wait until they’re all distracted there to sneak off and find the entrance to their little hideout. Remember, Lisa said we don’t need to let anyone be suspicious. That’s a perfect time to do it.”

Diluc thought for a moment, then nodded. “Good idea. Anything to make this go by faster, right? For now, let’s keep looking until this evening.”

You agreed, once again pushing down the nearly unbearable hurt in the middle of your chest.

————

“There’s no fucking way we’re getting away from here unnoticed.”

“We’ve got to try... look around and see if you find anything.”

You walked slowly around the stone walkways that circled the hot spring pools, admiring the string lights that were glowing softly in the night sky. A live group was playing music in the corner, where some other couples were dancing.

You looked like a typical married couple walking around, your arm linked with Diluc’s and both your minds working for a new plan. How to get distract all the employees and attendees in order to open and infiltrate the Abyss Order hideout- which you found earlier, cloaked behind a large hut that sold towels and fruity drinks.

Diluc’s grip tightened on your arm and he leaned down, his breath hitting your ear and making you shiver. “Let’s make everyone dance. We can dance a little for our alibi, and then slip away like I know some of the other couples will do for the night.”

You flushed at that implication, but nodded. You knew your slipping away was going to be nothing like the other couples’s.

Diluc patted your arm and let go, walking over to the head employee and whispering something in her ear. She clapped her hands together and grinned, cupping her hands over her mouth as Diluc returned back to you.

“Everyone! Let’s take this special moment to recreate our first dances! Find your spouse and head to the dance floor, please!”

Murmurs of excitement spread throughout the crowd and everyone congregated closer to the band. Diluc pulled you along, eventually stopping and turning to you. He placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck, laying your head against his chest for an extra-convincing look. Or were you doing it just because you yearned for more touch from him?

Not the time to psycho-analyze, Y/N.

Diluc started to sway with the music and once again leaned down to your ear. “Only for a little while, and then we can finally get this over with and stop this silly little act.”

That seemed to be the final stake into your heart.

Your eyes began to fill with tears against your will and you tensed up, accidentally letting out a rather loud breath. Diluc lifted his head from yours.

“Are you alright?”

“Mhm.” You didn’t trust your voice.

He wasn’t going to say anything more until he began to feel his shirt become wet. He grabbed your face and lifted it up, his red eyes meeting with your ready ones. “Wh- what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing, Diluc, I promise.” You tried to pull your head away, but he held it firmly in place.

“Tell me.”

“No, it’s stupid!”

“It’s not stupid if it made you upset. Please, Y/N, I don’t like seeing you sad.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath. “I just don’t want this to be finally over.”

Diluc furrowed his eyebrows. “I-I don’t get it.”

“This little act! I just-“ You sighed. Now or never. “I don’t want it to be an act. I actually like you, Diluc. And it hurts so much to be so affectionate with you- hugging and kissing you- just for it to mean nothing to you.”

“Who said it meant nothing to me?” Now you were confused.

“What? Then why’d you act like you didn’t want to even be near me?”

“I thought you were uncomfortable with it,” He reasoned, “I thought you didn’t want to do it, so I was trying to reassure you that it would be over with soon. It meant so, so much to me. You mean so much to me.”

“So, you like me back?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and leaned forward, capturing your lips and a quick, but sweet kiss. It was just a peck, but it was enough to make your heart swirl. “Is that a good answer?”

You grinned. “I think I need a little more reassurance.”

Diluc smiled softly back, but only ruffled your hair. “I’ll reassure you as much as you want after we finish off this hideout. C’mon, let’s go.”

[vermillionflames]

Trying To Get Pregnant

Mereoleona’s partner wants to have a baby… There’s just one problem with that… They’re both women.

Mereoleona x Y/N x Nozel

first person POV

word count: 1,821

nsfw; threesome, unprotected sex, um slight homophobic remarks

i hate how i ended it too but idk what else to say lmfao

enjoy!

-

“Ohhhh, aren’t these just adorable!! Look Leona!!” I hold up an infant sized ball gown in her face. She raises her eyebrow at the dress and then turns her attention to me.

“Sure,” she shrugs before walking away.

I huffed and crossed my arms, “Just admit that you think it’s cute! I wish we had a little baby to dress up… Do you think we could tag team peer pressure into Fuegoleon? He would probably let me babysit, don’t ya think?” I think out loud while looking at more of the baby clothes in the shop. Mereoleona was not listening to me though, she had left the shop and probably moved on to one full of sharp knives, or a food vendor. Not willing to play with my baby fantasy. 

“Would you like to purchase any of these, dear,” the shop keep asked me.

I gave her a sad, small smile, “No thank you, I’ll come back when I have a baby…”

I walked outside and found Mereoleona trying to barter with a street vendor. When she realized I was next to her, she turned her anger to me.

“Maybe if you wanted a child so much, you should’ve married a man.” 

“It’s not like that…” Her words hurt. She huffed and walked away before I had time to say anything else. She was upset with me so I decided it best to head home and leave her be.

-

“I have a favor to ask you.”

She appeared out of nowhere and inevitably scared the shit out of him. He was just minding his business, walking down the hall of his castle when the madwoman jumped out at him. Nozel fixed his composure quickly and cocked his brow at her.

“You? Have a favor to ask me?”

“Follow me, I don’t have all day.” Mereoleona had him follow her into an empty room, seemingly so the conversation could be kept secret. SHe even went as far as to scaring off all the servants in their path.

“You’re familiar with my wife, I assume” she asked. Nozel was even more confused now.

“Everyone is well aware that House Vermillion allowed their daughter to marry a woman.”

Leona glared at him, “You wouldn’t have a problem with that, right, Nozel?”

“Oh, of course not. It just makes my family look better.”

“Well I need you to fuck her.”

“House Silva would never allow for something so taboo to- wait, what?”

“You would have a child before my idiot brother and finally beat him at something~” she tesed.

“But it wouldn’t be my heir. You’re just using me for some kind of sick kink!”

“And you think about my wife when you’re alone at night, so you might as well help me out here.”

“I do not-”

“I know everyone wanted Y/N to marry their sons. I’m well aware of the heartbreak and distress we caused everyone. Sorry, but I was just the best pick. And now I’m allowing you to have a join us, in our bedroom, to help us have a baby. So?”

“No.” His decline got him a hot, hard smack to the face.

“This is for her, not me. If you really care about her you will come to our room tonight.” She walked away and Nozel was left there holding his aching cheek.

-

I was fixing my hair whenever she came in. I held her gaze in my vanity mirror. She kept her stone cold glare. I sighed.

“I’m sorry, Leona. I didn’t think it would upset you so much. I know we can’t have children I just thought it would be fun to think about and,” I noticed she had a guest, and crossed my arms fast to hide the fact I was in my thin nightie, braless, “Nozel, hi, what are you doing here so late?”

Leona walked up to me and gave me one of her needy kisses.

“He’s here to get you pregnant.” I laughed. Then I looked at Nozel’s blushing face. Oh.

“That’s not, I mean, ummm… why?”

“You want a baby. And it’s my job as your wife to give you everything you want.”

“But you were mad at me for it-”

“I’m only mad that I have to let this loser have a taste of you.”

I turned to look at Nozel, “Well… okay.”

Leona starts to kiss down my neck and I close my eyes and let out a soft moan in response.

“Listen here, braid boy,” Leona says while running her hands through my scalp, “This isn’t for your pleasure. You have a job to do. I’m going to get her riled up and then you’re going to put that dick of yours into her and you’re going to give her a baby.”

“Mmm, won’t a dick hurt,” I ask her. Her eyes fill with concern.

“And if you hurt her, I will kill you.”

“Can we just get this started,” Nozel said in response. 

Leona picked me up bridal style and brought me over to our bed. She started out slowly by giving my face, neck, and collar bone soft kisses while her hands removed my nightgown. I was naked, she was fully dressed. It would be just like normal if there wasn’t a man watching us at the foot of the bed, I kept my eyes closed to ignore his presence.  

My wife started to kiss her way down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them each a hard suck while her hand trailed down to my clit. I could hear Nozel taking off his clothes as he watched us. Mereoleona’s finger moved in slow circles on my clit, I moaned out. I could feel her smile against my breasts. Her fingers moved to my entrance, where they teased me before entering. She brought her lips to mine and swallowed my moans. 

She let go of my lips. We held each other's lustful gaze while she finger fucked me. My moans filled the room while she rubbed the tips of her fingers against my spot. My juices made a huge puddle on the sheets below us. Leona gave me one last kiss before we turned our attention to Nozel, who was now naked and rubbing himself. 

“Hurry up,” Leona said to him as she removed herself from me. I whimpered at the loss of heat. Nozel replaced her. He was cold to the touch. Mereoleona stood at the side of the bed, watching us like an animal waiting to attack it’s prey. I took a deep breath before nodding at him, giving the go ahead. 

His full length slide into me easily, thanks to Mereoleona’s foreplay. I looked up to watch my wifes face while Nozel snuggled his face into my neck and got to work. I whimpered the first few thrusts, trying to get use to the new feeling. Eventually my body relaxed and I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of his bare cock thrusting in and out of me. Nozel’s fingers gripped my hips as he grunted. Mereoleona was watching to make sure he did his job and followed her rules, I assume. I whimpered and gave her the look to let her know I wanted her. 

“You need to work faster, bird face,” She threatened him as she knelt down to kiss me. I moaned into her mouth. It was less awkward when she was close to me. Whenever she tried to pull away I whimpered louder and forced my head up closer to her. I guess my neediness gave her an idea. 

“Get up,” She commanded, now fully naked. Nozel stopped and removed himself from me, visibly confused. “You too, sweetcheeks.”

I stood up next to Nozel, curious as to what her plan was. She laid down, her knees bend over the edge of the bed, and gave me a come here motion. I stood in front of her, not knowing what she wanted me to do. She grabbed my wrists and laid me on top of her, our breasts rubbing against each other.

“I assume you don’t need any help, Nozel.” She kissed me and put her fingers on my clit, I felt Nozel grab my hips and enter me again. I moaned into her mouth. He kept his pace steady while Leona’s fingers went full speed on me, I had to rest and lay down my head from the intensity of it all. I drowned out everyone with my moans. I felt my pussy tighten around Nozel’s cock. He groaned in response. 

“I told you this wasn’t for you!” Mereoleona yelled at him. I didn’t care. I felt so good. I don’t think Nozel cared either because he increased his pace, the sounds of his body slapping against my ass echoing through the room. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered into Leona’s neck. Her fingers pressed against my clit harder. I guess Nozel wanted to get me off just as bad because he angled his dick to hit my g spot. I let out a scream as my body tightened around him. He kept going while Leona moved her hands to hair. 

“Nozel, if you don’t-”

“Shut up,” he snarked back at her. I felt his dick twitch inside me, his cum filling my cervix. He laid his head down on my back while he tried to catch his breath.

“You can leave now,” Leona told him. 

“That’s it then?” He pulled himself away from me.

“You better hope it worked,” Leona said as she moved me to lay on my back so I could rest.

I went to sleep but I could vaguely hear them arguing about something before I was fully out. When I woke up the next morning I was sore, but Mereoleona made sure I got tons of affection and rest.

-

It had been a few weeks since Nozel had seen Mereoleona and Y/N. Surely they would know by now if he was able to get her pregnant. He had sent them a letter asking what the outcome was. He had yet to get a response. But Fuegoleon was giving him more than the usual heat at the Captain’s meeting. That had to mean something.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it should have been a member of House Vermillion to bed Y/N. At least the child would share genetics with her wife if she had done that.”

“What’s the matter Fuegoleon? Are you jealous? Upset I beat you at something?”

“You should both shut up because neither of you are going to be involved in my child’s life,” Mereoleona said walking past their argument in the hall, her and Y/N on their way to go to the high mana zone as they usually do.

“Besides that, it was Nozel is way more fun than you Fueggy,” Y/N winked at them, “At least with him Leona could join~”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #360

“we are the ones that wanna play  /  always wanna go, but you never wanna stay”

"Crawling" or "In The End?" I want to say "Crawling," but I really can't be sure. Both are bomb. Is your window open? No. Monsters Inc. or Shrek? Shrek, my man. What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? Jason's mom died. What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I remember as kids, Nicole and I would sometimes play 'til Mom made us finish because the water was cold by then. As an adult, idk about my longest shower. Do you have a preference of chocolate? Yeah, milk chocolate. Is there anyone you’d like to hug right now? Yeah. Could you ever picture someone writing a biography about you? Definitely not. Do you have a clock in your room? No. Do you shut off the computer when you’re done using it? No, I just close it. Do you usually catch a cold during the winter? No. I just about never get sick. Are you a good multi-tasker? NOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know any deaf people? If so, is it easy or difficult to have conversations with them? No. Is there a door knocker on your front door? No. Were you ever into Pokémon? Bitch I still am. Do you drink a lot of water? Sigh, no. I'm definitely better than I used to be, though; once upon a time, I literally never drank it unless I was extremely hot and dehydrated. Nowadays, it's usually after I finish my soda for the day that I then only drink water, normally around one full tall cup of it. Do you like fireworks? They're beautiful, but I'm personally against them out of respect for veterans suffering from PTSD as well as animals, because I'm not exactly interested in traumatizing them, either. Is respect given or earned with you? It's given, the way I think it should be. Are you “in the closet” about anything? No. Are you missing any teeth? No. Do you like scrapbooking? I've never gotten into it and am not really interested in doing so. What was or will be your first tattoo? It's a semicolon butterfly on my right wrist. Sometimes I've thought about getting it covered with a cooler design but the same concept; it was literally from Google, and I'm very much not into "sharing" tattoo designs with probably thousands of other people. But, I still think it really is cute, and it's just very special to me as my first, so idk. Do you have any tattoos dedicated to someone special? I have one written in Sara's handwriting inside a heart, and my "ohana" tattoo that I am 100% getting covered was dedicated to my former best friend Colleen. I've talked before about why "ohana" has never really resonated with me, and I just don't like it anymore at all. Thank God it's small. Do you like ghost stories? Oh HELL yeah, lay 'em on me. What was your favorite movie as a kid? The Lion King. Some things never change, ha. Do you own a lot of cookbooks? Mom has looooots, but never uses any. I think her mom gave them to her, so she just keeps 'em. What’s your father’s handwriting like? It looks like every other man's handwriting I've ever seen lol. All the letters are capitalized. Did you wash your hair last time you showered? I wash my hair every time I shower. I have to with it naturally being so oily. What does your shampoo smell like? Coconut. Do you listen to Guns N' Roses? Not a lot, but yeah. They've got some bangers. I actually want "Sweet Child O' Mine" to be the father/daughter dance at my wedding. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? Yeah, at my sister's wedding. What was the last video game that you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 a long time ago. Have you ever hyperventilated? Yep. Do you talk in your sleep? I scream in my sleep. Nightmares/terrors are a blast. Whose house did you last sleep over? Sara's. Have you ever been cut by scissors? No. Do you like peaches? It's odd, I like canned sliced peaches, but the actual, full fruit, I don't. I love peach flavored juice, though. Do you enjoy being surrounded by neighbors, or would you be more comfortable someplace secluded? Take me back to the middle of nowhere, please. I'm really not digging being in an actual neighborhood. Is there any sibling rivalry between you and your siblings, if you have any? Not at all. Do you usually root for the good guys or the bad guys? Ha, the baddies... Are you allowed to have pets at your house? We're allowed to have what we currently own and then maybe one dog if Mom finally finds one. Have you ever lived in a trailer park? No. Is there anyone that you know through the internet that you would feel comfortable meeting in person? There's quite a few, actually! Have you ever had a dream involving characters from a game/movie/television show? Yeah. What’s the last thing you wrote down? My signature, I think? Do you remember any phone numbers from years ago that now belong to someone you don’t know? No. Have you ever found something strange in your mailbox? No. Who was the last relative that came to visit you? My half-sister and her husband. Does your bedding all match? Not currently. Are you more comfortable with having short hair or long hair? SHORT. Are you interested in fantasy movies/shows? That's my preference. Have you ever gone whale-watching? No, but that'd be dope. What is something that you have a large amount of? Meerkat plushies. Who is it that you’re in love with? Nobody. Have you ever gotten love and infatuation confused? No. Do you have a steady income? No. Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? Both. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? No, I wish. :( Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? MILK. I don't eat it with water. When was the last time you ran into someone that you didn’t want to see? Idk. Have you ever tried vlogging, and if yes, did you stick with it? Noooo, I'm completely disinterested in doing that myself. If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? I don't go. Even as a kid when Mom made me, I hated it. ^and what is your least favorite thing about it? N/A What do you do for exercise? I don't. .-. I want a pool SO badly to swim and strengthen my legs without having to worry about sweating or collapsing, though. Mom says we don't have space, but we definitely do. Not a lot, but enough. Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Yeah, it's just a bit darker than the rest of my skin. Do you need to lose weight? Yes. My sister, Mom, and I very recently started a Weight Watchers subscription and we're all working our asses off to stick to it. Ash has already lost like, 12 pounds (she started before Mom and me), so I'm kinda hopeful. Have you ever had a cat? Growing up, after we took in a stray female, we ended up with a fucking empire of cats, literally around three dozen, I'd say. They were all outdoors, too, and not fixed because we couldn't afford it, so tomcats would come around and, y'know, make matters worse. Eventually, animal control took them all and I was DEVASTATED, but looking back, I understand it was necessary. Anyway, I have one cat now. Indoors and fixed and the prince of my world, haha. Have you ever had a dog? We've had a few. I was born with my dad having a collie named Trigger, but I don't remember her at all; she died of old age I believe when I was very young. Then we briefly had a pup named Angel, but she died due to that disease some puppies just have. We didn't get another dog until Teddy, who was my Christmas present, and he was put to sleep only last year, rest my baby's soul. We also had Dale, Cali, Delilah, and Bentley. Have you ever any other kind of animal? A LOT. I'm probably going to forget some, but we've had hamsters, rats, snakes, fish, a turtle, two lizards, gerbils, guinea pigs... just a lot. Animals have always been very important in my life. Have you ever had a pet rock? HA, yeah. I didn't take it seriously at all, but I had one. When was the last time you painted something? Not since my Painting course in my final college attempt. Do you have any disabilities? Not in the traditional sense, no. My social anxiety though is at such a severity that it majorly infringes upon my ability to do a LOT of things, though. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? I couldn't name five. Just Hot Topic and Spencer's, really. What season do you want to get married in? AUTUMN. The actual dream situation would be to get married in the snow in a black dress, like can you IMAGINE the pictures, but realistically, it'd be in the fall to avoid the biting cold. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yeah. Anything special planned for today? Nope. Blue or green? Blue. How much older/younger than you was the person you lost your virginity to? He's two years older than me. Do you still care for that person? Very much. Can you completely annihilate the first Mario game in less than an hour? I haven't even played the first game. I've never really been into the games to begin with. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes! I was OOOOOBSESSEEEEEED as a kid. I would usually play it after school when my mom was an assistant teacher and was finishing up her work for the day. Have you ever contemplated climbing a water tower? Uh, no. Those kind of people got some wanderlust levels that I ain't got, haha. If you have a Facebook, when was the last time you changed your profile picture? It's been a few months. Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Um, yes? You can deny it all you want, but answering "no" is pretty much the same as saying you'd marry for money. Is there a guy you wish you hadn’t let slip away? ugh Which do you prefer: English or math? English, by light years. Who is a singer that has given you chills? David Draiman's voice in the Disturbed cover of "Sound of Silence" is fucking haunting. Greatest cover of all time. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? I did when Sharon was a judge. Do you think you could win America’s Got Talent? Hell no. What act would you perform in a talent show? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Have you ever practiced yoga? Yes. I used to be BANGIN at it. What is your favorite thing to buy at the Farmer’s Market? Fruit! Do you get carsickness? No. What color is the rim of your full-length mirror? Black. What is your state’s bird (if you live in the US)? Cardinal. Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? I'm a sucker for ballgown dresses. Do you enjoy editing videos? I used to love it, for many many years. Now, I just don't have the dedication or motivation to. Do you enjoy editing photos? Yes. If you gave birth, do you think you would want it filmed? Um, absolutely not. I would have NO desire to look back on me shrieking my lungs out and essentially dying. I handle abdominal pain very poorly, so I've got a goooood feeling that if I actually wanted to have kids, I'd be that woman screeching like a banshee.

[jinkisbelly]

Kiss Drabbles : Jongyu

Alright, so there was this like prompt post thing about kisses and I started these back in January, like.. one a day or something and while I failed at that, these are the Jongyu ones I have done. There will be an Onkey, Ontae and Onho post once I’m done with those lol Each is separate au but will have ratings and w/c and warnings. 

Overall: 2.6k, rating from like pg to pg13 post coitus/makeout session.  There are six in total.

Hot, Steamy Kiss (pg-13, w/c 365 idk warning alcohal)

Jonghyun had to admit that making out with an almost stranger in a classmates’ pantry felt very 7th grade playing seven minutes in heaven. The way the other boy was kissing him was a lot MORE than the nervous teeth clacking he remembered 7th-grade kissing experience consisted of. Besides, with the warm tingly sensation of the few rum and cokes he had in his system and how cute his making out partner was, he couldn’t find a real reason to complain. The boy’s name was on the tip of his tongue. Coincidently so was the boy’s tongue as he pressed forward.

Kibum’s parents had gone to France or maybe Italy. Jonghyun couldn’t recall with how his ass was being palmed firmly. Something uncomfortable was poking into his back, but then the boy grunted roughly when his hair was pulled and the object was forgotten for the time being. The boy pulled away, just long enough to pull Jonghyun’s bottom lip between his teeth, before he was lifting Jonghyun up against the pantry’s build in shelves. There was the taste of beer on his lips that he hadn’t drunk himself.

Jinki! That was his name. The boy from that Women’s History class he took last semester to fulfill his upper history requirement for graduation. He wrapped his legs loosely around Jinki’s hips, pushing his fingers into his long hair that was falling slowly from the messy bun he had in it. As he tightened his fingers very roughly, Jinki growled and it made his toes curl in his boots. How much time had even passed n- Oh sweet baby Jesus that had to be illegal.

Then he felt the rush of air, heard the full volume of the party as the door was pulled open, but their kissing didn’t stop. His tongue was halfway in Jinki’s mouth probably when Kibum finally whistled loudly and they both rushed apart, flushed.

It was sometime later that Jinki pressed a napkin into his palm with a charming smile. “If you want more than just seven minutes in heaven, beautiful.”

He was gone by the time Jonghyun looked down to figure out it was his phone number.

Underwater Kiss ( Pg, w/c 484, happens before both parts of Atlantis Au, a  month before Jonghyun meets Taemin)

Jinki’s hands were warm pressed against him as he held him tightly. The bracelet on the Atlantian’s wrist blocked out the coolness of the deeper water of the lagoon and allowed them to not worry about needing air to breathe. Jinki grinned brightly, the warm sunlight filtering through the blue water reaching them dimly. He looked up for a moment and Jonghyun pressed his face into his neck as he swam toward the surface, one arm held tightly around Jonghyun’s waist. As they broke the surface Jonghyun pushed bits of Jinki’s hair from his face, smiling fondly as Jinki’s face scrunched rather cutely with the brightness of the sun fully hitting him now. “The warmth of that great ball of fire doesn’t negate the unnecessity of the brightness.”

“Are you being a grumpy old man again?”

The frown on Jinki’s face deepened. “I apologize for not being from this century.”

“You kiss well for someone that’s over a thousand years old.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Jonghyun giggled as Jinki dipped to kiss at his neck, before growing gloom. “I wish I could return with you once again.”

“As do I,” Jinki’s voice was slightly muffled with how close he was pressing his face into him. “But there’s only a few more months of my time before you will be down there with me forever.”

“Oh Jinki,” He breathed out quickly. When Jinki rose his gaze again, he was kissed rather roughly, “I love you so much. I’m so lucky to have met you, to be invited into your world. You know I appreciate everything you’ve ever risked for me... For us.”

“I’d give you the entire world Jonghyun. You must know that.”

Before Jonghyun could respond, the church bells over the crest of the hill in the distance chimed, signaling it is six. “I must go, Baby.”

“I will be thinking of you until the next time I can have you within my arms once again, my love.” Jinki pressed one more gentle kiss to his lips before smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Jinki watched as he swam to the shore and up the dirt path to the grass-covered hill at the top. Jonghyun smiled so beautifully as he looked back and waved, the wind blowing softly through his hair, the sun for once using it’s light for something of a wonder as fell across his pretty features. It was only when he was out of sight Jinki lowered into the water. He would take every moment he had to take him in, for he wasn’t sure how long it would be until he saw him again.

As he twisted through the hole at the bottom of the lagoon that led to the greater ocean, he smiled remembering not too long in the future he would be taking the final trip down to his home with the love of his life.

Jawline Kiss (Pg, w/c 367, happens after this old au [x] but before [x] again all you really need to know is Jinki is an Elf, Jjong human (both princes) and their races/cultures are at war with each other(brief mention of.. death?)

Jonghyun had seen Jinki take out half a regiment of men by himself. His hands an instrument of death and destruction if he willed them to be, but as they moved over his waist and down his hips, pulling him back, he couldn’t view them as such. He was so soft, almost delicate,as if he was afraid he would break him if he touched too hard. For the time being that was. Jinki tugged him back against him, holding him close with his arms around his waist and his chin on Jonghyun’s shoulder. He managed to kiss his neck and then his jaw. “I woke up and you were gone from the cot. I grew worried.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Save me.”

Jinki smiled a little, an amused tilt in his voice as he asked, “Which time?”

“The first. Against your people.”

Silence fell between them for some time before Jonghyun twisted in the hold to look up at him. Jinki’s eyes were quick to lock with his own, “Is the reason not obvious enough?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if it was.”

“It’s the same reason as all the other times.” Jinki cupped his cheek, still holding him close with the other arm. “Because I love you. And my kind only falls in love once. I couldn’t… choose anything over you. I won’t.”

“You only fall in love once?”

“I have been with many people in my life, but I’ve never been able to fall in love with any of them.” Jinki pressed soft kisses up his jaw until his lips were brushing the curve of his ear. “Until you, Stardust.”

“I never knew.”

“There’s much about me you have yet to learn.” Jinki smiled, “Now, come back to bed. We have a long ride ahead of us tomorrow.”

As he curved against Jinki’s side, walking back to their tent a short ways away, Jonghyun commented, “You almost sound excited to meet my Father.”

“Oh, not excited.” Jinki hummed. “Just… intrigued.”

“Scared?”

Jinki scuffed as he held the flap open for him, letting him slip through. ‘I’m not scared of any human. Except you, when you’re pissed at me.”

Jonghyun snorted. “Good boy.”

Kiss in the Rain ( pg, w/c 340, set during the epilogue of Bring Us Home AU if you go to read the main fic just know theres a lot of PTSD stuff involved)

They managed to get off the rowboat they rented and made a mad dash to the boathouse to hide from the rain, but more people were gathering in the limited space. Jinki grabbed his wrist, stopping him from continuing. He smile widely as Jonghyun looked back at him as they stood in the middle of the downpour. “What are you doing?”

“We’re already soaked.” Jinki giggled and Jonghyun paused for a moment, startled before he softened at the beauty of Jinki’s glee. “What’s a little more rain?”

“We’ll get sick.” Jonghyun frowned, pushing his hair from his face with his free hand. Then he sighed, avoiding Jinki’s gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I had this entire day planned for weeks and I just-” He looked at the ground, at the puddle of mud beginning to accumulate around their feet in the edge of the grass. “I forgot to check the weather and our date… it’s ruined, Babe.”

“As long as I am with you, nothing is ruined,” Jinki said as quietly as he could after stepping close so his lips were against Jonghyun’s ear.

In a blink of an eye, Jonghyun was clinging to him, pressing his nose into his neck, “I just wanted to give you something back that was the same. I wanted you to not worry about anything just for one afternoon.”

Dazed, it took Jinki a moment to understand what he meant, but once it dawned on him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat. “Hey, hey come on look at me.” Once Jonghyun had, Jinki took his face between his hands, thumbs moving on his cheeks. “Oh, you sweet little man.” And then he was pressing their lips together, shifting until his arms were tight around Jonghyun’s thin waist. The rain was a bit cold and the way their clothes were plastered to their skin felt uncomfortable, but the kisses were warm and familiar, comforting, and it stopped Jinki from getting too emotional over how much he felt Jonghyun’s love for him.

Stomach Kiss (Pg, w/c 712, Set between [x] and [x]  Where Jjongs trans, Jinki’s nonbinary and they’re expecting. This is their I want to raise the baby discussion around month 4 and a half. Warning for conversation mentioning abortion, body dysphoria if that bothers or makes you uncomfy.)

“Hey, Sweetums?” Jonghyun slowly looked up from his stomach where his fingers were gently moving over the taut skin to find Jinki across the way bent over their history paper due the following week. There was a soft, uncommitted hum, and Jonghyun frowned. “Jinki.”

Slowly, they put their pencil down and twisted, a soft, yet tired smile on their face. “Yes, Baby boy?”

“Can we talk?”

Jinki looked back at their spread of textbooks and their laptop and then again at Jonghyun before they had their back toward him for a moment. Then they were standing and turning the desk light off, climbing over the bed until they were hovering a little over him. Jinki smiled sweetly, playing with a curl of Jonghyun’s hair as they softly asked, “Is something bothering you?”

“Have you thought about…” Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered a little as he took a deep breath, moving his left hand to gesture in the general area of his stomach.

“What I want to do after?” Jonghyun could only manage a small nod. Jinki hummed quietly, before resting gently beside him. They reached over and intertwined their fingers with Jonghyun’s left hand, smiling, “I have a bit actually. Is that what you want to talk about?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to go first?” Jonghyun shook his head quickly, and Jinki was quick to squeeze his hand. “Alright, I’ll go.” They flashed a quick smile, meant to be reassuring, before speaking again. Their eyes flicked to Jonghyun’s ever-growing belly before hesitantly placing their hand flat upon it, moving their thumb across the bare skin. “When you told me you were pregnant the first thought through my head was we should end it. My feelings about having children didn’t really matter at that moment. You and your body’s integrity did. However, now, I…”

As their voice trailed off Jonghyun picked up, guessing how Jinki had meant to finish it. “You want to keep them, don’t you sweetums?”

“I love them, Jonghyun.” Jinki had such a beautiful expression on their face. All soft, fond eyes, just a hint of a smile on their lips as they gazed upon the growing child they both made. “They’re made of little parts of each of us, the best parts. The beautiful parts that I haven’t tarnished. If you didn’t want… don’t want to keep them, I’ll understand. At least in time.” Then their head lifted to look at Jonghyun. “I don’t want my thoughts and desires to cloud your feelings and ultimate stance on this. We both have to agree wholeheartedly.”

“This entire experience feels… unlike me.” Jonghyun squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head fall back against the headboard of their bed. “I never wanted to experience pregnancy. I never wanted to have my body doing something viewed so feminine and womanly.”

“I know, Baby.”

“But I’ve always wanted children and I’ve seen myself raising children with you for a very long time. I just thought it would be through adoption.” Jonghyun pressed his lips together in a thin line before he opened his eyes to find Jinki’s looking at him. Wide, nervous, but vulnerable. Everything about them was open and understanding and it made Jonghyun want to cry. “What I’m saying Jinki, is that through everything I’m so happy it was you this happened with. I don’t think I could get through it with anyone else. I don’t want to raise a child with anyone else.”

Jinki bit into their lower lip to stop the damn thing from trembling too much, as if they tears threatening to spill over their lashes wasn’t going to give them away. “You want to raise this baby with me?”

Jonghyun squeezed Jinki’s thigh, “I do Sweetums. I want to keep them. They’re ours.”

In very quick moments, Jinki was pressing soft kisses all over Jonghyun’s face. Jonghyun giggled quietly as they did so. Then they pressed a long kiss to his stomach, smiling from ear to ear. “Your Za can’t wait to meet you.”

“Za, huh?”

Jinki’s cheeks were such a pretty shade of pink in the light from the lamp on the table. “I looked up gender-neutral parent names. Just in case.”

“You’re so fucking cute, Sweetums.”

“Shh, language~” Jonghyun snorted as Jinki giggled at their joke.

Chest Kiss (pg-13 because they nakey and post coitus. w/c 344. Star wars au, but after every part, I’ve posted so UH, here’s the tag if you’re interested)  

They should be getting up soon to clean up. Both had a Council meeting to attend once they landed on Coruscant, but with the clock flashing on the wall that they had another hour before they dropped out of hyperspace, they figured they could relish in the small moments after making love most of the time they aren’t given the luxury of having. The blanket was behind him, pushed back when he had climbed into Jinki’s lap. The man’s braids were becoming frizzy and coming undone in parts, and Jonghyun made a mental note to redo it for him before they landed. Content in the warmth and presence of the other in the force, Jonghyun ran his fingers over Jinki’s chest softly but stopped as he felt the raised skin of a rather large scar across his pectorals. “How did you get this one?”

“A nasty encounter with spice smugglers a few years back.”

“Oh, that’s right.” He looked up and gave him a sweet kiss. “I do wish you were more careful. I see you more in the Halls of healing than I do alone outside in the Temple.”

“Ever thought I might keep going just to see you?” Jinki grinned, and Jonghyun deemed it illegal across the entire galaxy to look that good post-coitus. “Besides, we just had a two-month long negotiation between the rebels and the Senator on Ryloth. Doesn’t that count?”

“Telling the Senator I did not wish to be pleased with a woman ‘gifted’ to me for the night nine different times was not what I meant by spending time with you.”

“Mm, you’re right. I apologize.” Jinki tilted his head to the left, puzzlement on his expression.

“What?”

“How come the force allowed you to be so beautiful, dear one?”

Jonghyun swatted at his chest from where his hand had still been resting, “Oh do shut up.”

“Ow, that hurt.”

With a sigh, Jonghyun leaned down slightly to press a few soft kisses against Jinki’s chest. “Does that make it better, Love?”

“Quite so, Master Jedi.”  

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You’re In Danger Pt.1

Genres; Angst, some Fluff here and there maybe, Bad Boy!AU, College!AU, (possible smut, idk though, not too confident in my smut writing so we’ll see)

Warnings; Bad Boy!Jimin, Fuck Boy! Jimin, Bad Boy!BTS, Fuck Boy!BTS, Female!Reader, Cursing, (possible smut later on)

Pairing; Jimin x Reader

Summary; You were the good girl on campus, never did anything wrong, maintained perfect grades, abstained from sex and partying, you were kind, but you also weren’t someone to be messed with, you could be cold if you decided someone wasn’t worth your time, though you always tried to see the good in people. He was the biggest fuckboy on campus, he was rude, loud, obnoxious, especially when he was with his friends. You both were polar opposites, but you were both once so similar. His friends make a bet with him to see if he can get you, miss innocent, into bed within a month. What good could possibly come out of this?

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Preview Pt.1 Pt.2

A/N: I was kind of inspired by Danger Era Jimin for this, tbh, cause, uh, BTS looked amazing in this era, especially Jimin. It’s like he was fucking allergic to sleeves in this era, I stg.

“Y/n! Y/n! Wait, please!” Jimin called out desperately as he chased after a girl, tears were streaming down her face as she ran from him.

He fucked up. He fucked up so bad. He couldn’t believe he did this, and to someone as sweet and kind as her that saw the good in him.

What happened exactly? Well, everything started with four simple words. “Let’s make a bet.”

It was almost time for your morning English lecture, and you were pacing around the living room, extremely worried for your friend and roommate, Nari. She went to a party last night, and she promised to be home that night but she never came home, and she didn’t send you a text either.

You were brought out of your thoughts by someone knocking at the front door and you walked over, opening it. “Nari! Where were you?! I was getting worried! And where are your keys, or your purse?!” You questioned, worry and a bit of anger clear in your voice. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n!” Nari said with a whine. “But I got reeeeaaaaally drunk!” She stated, rubbing her head. “But you’ll never guess who I was with last night!” She exclaimed, running to her room to hurry up and get ready for the morning lecture.

You followed her, leaning against the door frame of her room, clearly not as excited as she was. “Who?” You questioned with a heavy sigh.

“One of the boys from the frat house.” Nari said with a wink. “And lemme just say, those boys are just as good as the rumors say~”

“I don’t care about this. You scared me half to death, Nari!” You said, sounding like a disapproving mother. “And let me repeat, where is your stuff? You left here with your keys and purse, now where are they?

“Calm down, mom!” She whined playfully and you shook your head with another heavy sigh. “And I may or may not have left them at the frat house...” She answered, laughing nervously.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re just salty ‘cause you haven’t gotten any yet.”

This caused your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. “That’s not it at all! I choose to abstain from all that because-”

“I know, I know, you’re focusing on your studies, and you’re waiting for ‘the one’, little miss innocent~” Nari teased. “Honestly, you need to let go of that. You have no idea what you’re missing! I’m gonna make it my personal mission to get you laid before the end of the school year~” She stated.

“Please don’t.” You said with an aggravated groan. You were a virgin, for multiple reasons. For one, you just never found interest in sex. Two, you’ve always focused on your studies. And three, you didn’t like the idea of being with someone you didn’t genuinely love and have feelings for, and you’ve honestly never felt that way. “We’re going to miss our English lecture. Just hurry and get ready.I’ll go get your stuff from the frat house later, because I clearly can’t allow you to go back there.” You said with a sigh, and Nari whines as she goes to get ready.

You two had made it to your lecture with little time to spare.

“You’re lucky we made it on time.” You told Nari, pulling out what you’ll need for the lecture from your bag.

“It’s not that big of a deal~! What’s wrong with being a little late from time to time?” She asked and you sighed. Sometimes you wondered why you were friends with her. She was so obnoxious and over the top sometimes, and she was the complete opposite of you. She went out, had sex, and drank (you’re pretty sure she’s done more than just drink, but, you couldn’t be sure), while you were the studious, quiet girl, the one that looked down upon things like that. But, she was a good friend. She supported your ambitions, she was your shoulder to cry on when something bad happened, when you got too stressed, she’d help you relax, though, she would initially suggest going out and picking up someone to hook up with, but, when that failed, she would suggest your favorite way to relax, sitting on the couch, curled up in blankets while eating junk food and watching Disney movies, and while she may tease you for being Miss Innocent, the teachers pet, Miss Perfect, at the end of the day, she respected you and loved you for who you were. “Look, there he is! Jeon Jungkook! He’s the one I was with last night and oh my god! He was amazing!” She fawned. “Too bad he’s a fuck boy, otherwise I would try to seriously go after him, but, been there, done that, didn’t end well.” She stated.

“I would imagine the chances of a relationship based on how good he is at sex wouldn’t end well anyways.” You commented and she whined.

“Alright miss perfect.” Nari teased before looking back over to Jungkook. “Oh look! He’s with his friends! Taehyung and Jimin! They’re so hot.” She whined. “I should make it a personal goal to get with all seven of them, if they’re all as good as Jungkook.” She added.

“Why am I friends with you?” You asked jokingly, sighing in an over-exaggerated and playful way.

Nari simply sticks her tongue out at you. “Because you love me~”

You giggled. “I guess I do.”

With a soft groan, Jungkook lays his head on the desk. “I don’t wanna be here.” He said with a yawn, causing Taehyung and Jimin to snicker at this.

“It’s your fault for getting hammered knowing you had an early lecture, and for banging a girl that late at night. I mean, I would’ve love to have joined in on the fun, but even I knew better than to do shit like that the night before an early lecture.” Jimin stated, laughing a bit at the younger male.

“Shut up.” Jungkook whined softly with an adorable pout.

“Isn’t that her over there?” Tae questioned, looking towards the pair of girls who were talking a few rows in the front, to the right of them, so he was able to get a decent view of their faces.

“I think? I can’t remember her name, though. Nala, Natsu, Nari...? Something like that.” He said, lifting his head up slightly.

“Her friend is kind of cute.” Tae stated, looking over the other girl.

“Good luck, I’ve heard she’s miss perfect, thinks she’s too good for hookups.” Jimin stated.

“Oh?” Tae said with a smirk. “There’s no way she could resist me~” He said.

“Please, everyone could resist you, Tae.” Jungkook stated, causing Jimin to laugh out. 

“Fine then! Watch and learn, then.” Tae said with a soft whine before getting up.

“This isn’t going to go well.” Jimin stated, watching with an amused smirk.

“But at least we have some early morning entertainment.” Jungkook stated, watching curiously.

You were brought out of your conversation by a tap on your shoulder and you look up to be met with a charming boxy smile. “Can I help you?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, actually. I’m Taehyung, and you’re..?”

“Y/n?”

“Y/n! Right! I’ve heard you’ve got a pretty good grade in here, I was wondering if you could tutor me after school? I’m kind of failing.” He said, pulling off an adorable fake pout.

You raise a brow, looking behind him to spot Jimin and Jungkook who looked like they were about to burst from holding in their laughter. “You’re from the fraternity, right?” You asked, looking back to him.

“Yup!” He said with an adorable boxy grin. He looked so innocent and sweet, but you knew better. You were miss innocent, but you weren’t naive, well, you weren’t that naive.

“Then no.”

“W-What..?” Tae questioned, his face falling in disappointment. 

“You’re from the fraternity. I know how you guys are. You all have broken the hearts of some of my friends, I know how you all play with girls, so, no, because I can tell there’s a hidden motive underneath the simple request of me tutoring you in English. Now, if you were to show me that you genuinely were struggling, then maybe I’d consider it, but my current standing is a big fat no.” You stated, causing Tae to pout as he walks back to his seat.

“I feel like you should’ve went for iiiiiit~” Nari sang.

“Nari..” You sighed.

“Right, right. I should let you be. I’ve teased you enough this morning.” She said with a giggle.

“So, how’d it go?” Jimin asked with a smirk, knowing damn well exactly how it went.

“Shut up.” Tae grumbled, causing Jimin and Jungkook start laughing. “Shut up! I’d like to see either of you do better!” He whined with a pout.

“Please, give me a month and I could do it.” Jimin stated.

“Oh? Well in that case,” Tae started with a mischievous grin. “Let’s make a bet.” 

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! But You’re In Danger part 1 is finally here! I hope you all enjoy!

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Angus Macgyver + ❤️

14 Day OTP Challenge

Challenge Day 13: Song

A/N: Sierra,,,i lov you,,,,, idk what happened with this the idea was much better in my headbut came out terribly written??? also idk why i chose pickles I’m not sure thatMac would hate them I just needed something

Why by SabrinaCarpenter

“Youwant a drink babe?” Mac asks you swirling a glass in your face with alopsided grin.

You shovehim playfully, wrinkling your nose at the liquid. He leaves the room with alaugh and you turn to everyone who’s giving you confused stares.

“Ohit’s an inside joke between us,” You explain, “he always asks me if Iwant one just because he loves them and he knows I can’t stand them.”

“That’sso funny,” Riley giggles, gesturing between you and Mac. “You guysare total opposites.”

“Nowere not,” you brush her off.

“Yeahyou are,” Bozer chimes in. “You like biology, he likes physics, youlove pickles, and he hates them.”

“Weboth like chemistry,” you try to reason, but then Jack also decides toelaborate.

“You’relike a fire cracker: full of energy and sass, and he’s always so calm and levelheaded.”

“Huh,I guess we are…”

Mac comesback in, taking you by surprise as he wraps his arms around you from behindbefore taking a seat next to you. “We’re what now?”

“Theywere just making a point about how you and I are total opposites.” Nowthat you really think about it, you and Mac getting together was all totally bychance.

“Nah,”he dismisses simply, the thought and starts a new topic of conversation. Youmostly stay quiet the rest of the night, throwing in the occasional commenthere and there, because you’re too busy rifling through your memories wherethere are apparently so many examples why you and Mac are so different.

You like New York City in the daytime

I like New York City in the nighttime

“I’m gladwe get some more time before we have to go back home.” The bed dippedunder Mac’s weight as he laid down next to you, his hands sliding around yourwaist.

“I’mso exhausted,” you chuckled and he brushed stray hairs away from yourface. “We could sleep now and go out later.”

“Butit’s New York City, babe, and it’s a gorgeous day out.”

“But, it’s so much better at nightanyways.”

“Idon’t know, about that,” His hand glided down your arm where he laced hisfingers with yours, and he brought your hand up to press his lips against yourknuckles. “We could grab a coffee from the cafe down the street, walkthrough Central Park—”

“Takea bus tour?” you teased, giving him a lazy smile.

“Comeon,” He got up, dragging you up by your hand. “It’ll be fun.”

“Okay,”you agreed, planting a quick kiss to his cheek before letting him lead you outto a day in sunny New York.

You say you like sleeping with the air off

I don’t, I need it on

You and Machad decided to turn in for the night, but despite always being the mostcomfortable snuggled up in his arms, it was way too hot for you to be able tofall asleep.

“I’mgonna turn the air conditioning on.”

“Noneed for that,” he protested, not wanting you to get up because he wasalready drifting off. His groggy half-asleep voice was adorable, but you weresweating your life out.

“Babe,it’s like a million degrees,” you whine and he lets out a defeated groanas you start untangling your limbs from his. Rolling out of the bed, you makeyour way to the thermostat to turn on the air conditioning.

“It’sfine, just leave it off.”

“Welive in the desert and there’s a massive heat wave,” you state, lettingout a sigh of relief when you hear the light whirring of cold air piping in. “There’sno way I’ll be able to sleep without it.”

He hums inresponse. “Just come back to bed.”

You like the light coming through the windows

I sleep late, so Ijust keep ‘em all closed

Mac hadjust gotten back from another overseas mission while you had been working forover thirty-six hours straight in the lab back at HQ, so when you were rudelywoken up by your boyfriend swinging the curtains open and letting the brightsun blind you, you were just about ready to kill someone.

“Mac,I’m gonna—”

“Youjust look so beautiful in sunlight,” he beamed at you, pecking the cornersof your mouth. “and it’s time to get up.”

“Idon’t get you morning people,” You slowly started getting up, stretchingout your sore limbs. The smile he gave you was hard to resist and you gave hima quick kiss before taking the mug he held out to you. “How can anyonehave this much energy in the morning?”

“Babe,it’s two in the afternoon…”

You ignore the music on the radio

I don’t, I sing-a-long

“Thisis my song!” you exclaimed, your legs bouncing on your seat as you leanedforward to turn the volume up.

Mac tookhis eyes off the road only for a moment to admire how cute you were when yougot all giddy over the smallest things and laughed thinking about how you saythat about nearly every song that comes on the radio.

You startedby humming to the tune, and soon started singing lyrics, gradually raising yourvoice as you let the music take over your inhibitions. An amused smile playedon his lips as you began to belt out the lyrics totally off pitch.

He wasnever one to pay much attention to the radio, but he’d be lying if he said hedidn’t love watching you sing along, so instead of joining in, he placed a handon your thigh and gave you a soft smile before accelerating.

Cold outside and you’re just in a T-shirt

I have coldblood even in a sweater

“Holyshit it’s cold,” you muttered through chattering teeth. The team had amission in Germany and needed your expertise, so Mac insisted you go with them.Even in the sweater Mac gave you, the wind was nipping at your skin and you hadno idea how him and Jack could walk around in short-sleeves. “How are youjust wearing a t-shirt?!”

“Ah,it’s not that bad,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders andpulling you to his chest to warm you up.

As anothergust of wind passed, you let out another string of obscenities, which he foundquite amusing and mentally thanked the climate for giving him another reason tokeep you close to him.

I don’t ask for you to change,

And you don’t ask forme to change

Andfinally, you’re taken way back to how the two of you got together in the firstplace, and sometimes you think it wouldn’t have happened if one of you wouldhave hesitated; your tendency to over-think things surely would have gotten inthe way.

“I’msorry,” Your voice cracked the slightest bit as you felt the familiarsting of tears prick the back of your eyes.

“No,it’s okay- it-it wasn’t your fault,” he reassured you, placing his handson either one of your shoulders and tilting his head to meet your lowered gaze.It was then that you really noticed for the first time just how blue his eyes were, and found yourselfclaiming it as your new favorite color.

“I-I’msorry—” Those seemed to be the only syllables you could utter, any otherwords kept getting caught on the lump in your throat. You shifted your focusback to the ground, not wanting him to see the stray tear escape.

“Y/N,look at me.” His grip tightened on your shoulders, giving them acomforting squeeze and you allowed yourself to get lost in his softness of hisexpression, taking in his kind eyes and eyebrows knit in concern. “Youcan’t blame yourself for things going wrong- there’s no way you could havestopped it from happening. Y/N, you’re an important part of this team and weneed you here— I need you here.”

You werethe only two people in the room, and yet it was then that it really fellsilent.

Somehow we end up on the same side

And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright

Even our eyes aredifferent colors, but we see fine

The silenceseemed to stretch for miles in the inches between the two of you, and then allat once the space that separated your lips from his completely disappeared. Foronce, you had allowed yourself not to think, and just let it happen.

His hands driftedup your neck to cup your face as his mouth pressed against yours softly. Youkissed him back, responding with a light pressure that kept the kiss gentle. Hepulled back after a few seconds, keeping it short but sweet, and kept his eyesclosed as his forehead rested on yours.

“Pleasedon’t go,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

Your eyesfluttered open and you were once again met with those blue hues. You weretempted to pinch yourself because you didn’t think this would ever happen andso you must surely have been dreaming, but this was a dream you let yourselfhave. Even if it meant that you’d wake up and the world hadn’t changed a bit,you were okay with it.

“I’mnot going anywhere,” you said before meeting his lips again.

But when youwoke up the next morning, Mac was still by your side and your world hadchanged.

Tell me how we’re not alike

But we work so well and we don’t even know why

Funny how the stars crossed right

‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why

You can call it fire and ice

But we work so well and we don’t even know why

We don’t even know why

You and Machave just gotten home from the little get together at Jack’s place, and you’recurrently sat on the couch with some show playing on the TV that you’re in noway paying attention to. Glancing over at him, he meets your eyes and starts tospeak but you don’t hear what he says, your mind still preoccupied.

“Sorry,what were you saying?” You blink a few times, actually paying attentionnow.

“You wereso quiet tonight, I was asking you if you’re okay.”

“Y-Yeah,I-I’m fine—” He scoots over to you and pulls you close to him.

“Tellme.”

“I-It’sjust that what they talked about earlier- it’s true and I can’t stop thinkingabout it—”

“That’sridiculous,” he laughs, squeezing you tighter to his body and pressing hislips to your forehead.

“Y/N,don’t talk like that—”

“Butit’s true! Don’t you ever wonder whether or not we’d even be together if itweren’t for that night?” You’re not quite sure why this is bothering youso much or why you’re being so difficult about it. Maybe it’s an accumulationof all your insecurities from the course of your relationship, but the thought thatyou’ve pushed to the back of your mind for so long has been eating away at yourconscience.

“Butwhat if everything went right and nothing went wrong that time? Wh-what if thatmeans we weren’t meant to be together? What if—”

“Y/Nstop,” he interrupts you. His eyebrows are furrowed and concern is writtenall over his features. “There isn’t a singletime that I don’t look at you and knowthat we are supposed to be together.” Dipping two fingers under your chin,he tilts your head up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that tells you howmuch he cares for you.“At first glance it might seem like we don’t gotogether, but,” And just then, like the night that started it all, you letyourself fall into those ocean eyes all over again. “Everybody knows thatwe belong. Together.” You let yourself fall head first, knowing thatyou’ll be okay because he will bethere. “I don’t have to ask why to know that I love you.”

Maybe it alldid happen by some sort of universal accident, and maybe the stars weren’tsupposed to cross like that, but Mac is here, with you, and he loves you. Andyou love him too.

“Ilove you too.”

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Music in Feeling

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Angsty fluff. 

I have the urge to write but Idk what to write about the stRUGGLE IS REAL. FucK.

Summary: Jungkook left his closest friend for his career, ending on a bad note. Years later, He sees you singing for the first time ( at least the last time was forever ago) on stage, being a new figure in the kpop industry.

“ You know how much this means to me.” You shook your head at his words,” Yeah, but you’ve forgotten what you mean to me. Jungkookie, can’t you at least text my cell once in awhile? You know, tell me you’re alive?” A sigh escaped your lips, you knew where this was heading.

“ I can’t miss this chance for the world! Y/n, I’m sorry alright? Please… I’ll try my best to see you often, okay? We’ve been buddies since forever…” Jungkook throws one of his famous doe eyed looks you can’t refuse. You didn’t want to let go of him yet, but you didn’t know how much fame could affect him if he pursues.

“ …Fine. You know I would always support you, right? I just… I just don’t want the fame to get to your head.” You finally gave in, wanting nothing more than a hug or something.

This was it. A nice, chill, casual hang out after today’s practice. That’s all you wanted…

For at least 2 months, you’ve been nothing except the greatest friend alive. You were always nice and caring towards him, even if he was stressed and only talked about his problems. Although you’d never tell him, you didn’t want to let go. You loved his laughter, the way his eyes lit up at the mention of BIG BANG or something, and the genuine smile that never failed to make you happy. You wanted him to be happy, so you let him into the company. You let him follow his dreams, his inspiration was the only thing you could hold onto as his life moved forward.

You only asked for this one session of time, you even called to make sure his schedule was free, but you still managed to get stood up. You wanted to hang out in your old studio, the place you two shared music in. You thought it would be a nice road down memory lane, but you guessed not. Jungkook and you both wanted to do something in the music industry, but lately, Jungkook hasn’t made any time for you. You waited another minute before getting up to pack everything you set up.

Lazy shuffles enter the room and Jungkook looks tired as hell. You constantly ask him about getting enough sleep, but he shrugs it off and tells you he’s fine. Like hell he’s fine.

“ You’re late… What happened?”

“ You think I don’t know I was late? I was practicing...”

“ Well, I guess you’re here. Wanna make some cool beats?” You try to lighten the mood by turning on your studio key set.

“ No, I have to go soon, another round of practice and then I’m gonna be out like a light.” He huffed out as he sat next to you

“ I… made some music while I was waiting. Do you want to listen?”

“ Nah, gotta leave in like 10 minutes.”

“ But you have the whole day off? I scheduled this time for us...” You didn’t know what to feel or act. You felt anger rising in you, but you tried to be calm. All of your senses were going numb, hot tears threatening to leave your glistening eyes.

“ I couldn’t. The new album will be put up soon and we have to work twice as hard to be on time.” 

“ Why did you show up at all if you couldn’t be on time for this? I waited 3 hours, Jungkook, three hours! The new album won’t be released until the end of the year! All I wanted, was this one little chance to hang out and dance. I support your dream of singing, but can’t you support mine?” Your mind was spinning in every direction there was. He knew how long you waited, how long you sat there for him, but he refused to be guilty. Instead, his frustration built inside of him.

“ You wouldn’t make it in the business anyway, You’re always so dull.” His eyes were glazed over and didn’t shine, so lifeless as he blankly stared at you. His gaze was cold and hard, as if it wasn’t him in that moment and it was someone in his place.

 It dawned on you how much the company had changed the inside of your precious Kookie. The loving boy you met years ago was somehow replaced with an angry asshole of a friend.

“ I.. can’t hang out anymore. I have to go, have fun at practice.” You couldn’t help the waterfalls coming out of your eyes as you walked away from the studio. You had to get as far as possible from that damned place.

His eyes lit up at the performance of BIGBANG. His eyes were fixated on the screen during half time, and he couldn’t help the fanboy inside of him. He was giddy and excited to see their performance. Their stage time ended and the Announcer spoke up saying,” I’d like to welcome some very special people. An upcoming sensation with so much passion and fire in them. Please introduce yourselves!”

“ Annyeonghaseyo, We are [Group Name]!”

Each member introduced themselves and Jungkook’s face grew brighter with each girl. His smile only faltered at the confusion of a familiar face.

“ A-Annyeonghaseyo, I’m [Group Name]’s Maknae, Y/n…” Your group members told everyone about how you were the best talent out of them all, even if you were shy. They completely cherished you, and you could only smile at your Unnies.

“ Y/n is one of the greatest talents I know! She might seem shy, but her voice is strong and makes you feel the emotions and meanings of the song. We’re really proud of how far we’ve come and..” The Unnie went on about the album (You created it)

Jungkook, on the other hand, was shockingly mortified. Was it really you?? One of his Hyungs came by and although they didn’t ask, they knew. Jungkook’s mind replayed what his actions did during your last argument.

He’s always regretted his words that night, and wasn’t able to practice for weeks. He loved your voice, it was so rare for you to sing him something when he drifted off to sleep on some random nights.

Those nights when he came over crying his eyes out, grateful that you were always there with welcoming arms. Those nights when you would allow skinship and cuddles all in the attempt to comfort him.

 After you left, he didn't know what to do. He was empty of anyone's love and affection on the nights when he needed it. He tried dating, but you were his wing woman, picking up the chicks for him. The thought of how much consideration you put into him only made him more guilty. No one took your place throughout the years, but he slowly confided in his hyungs over his behavior during the argument.

He listened closely to your Unnies and soaked up all the information. “ We are thankful to have someone like her, she’s been through a lot in the past but she’s still the kindest person I’ve met. She played a big role in our album creation and we couldn’t be more proud. Our album, Little Things in Life, has brought many fans together because of y/n’s composing skills.”

Little Things in Life had songs focusing on the small details in scenarios. It made people think about the bigger situation that takes place during the songs. It focused on the things that usually go unnoticed like, the way their lips move to fit their voiced words, or Eyes that gloss over and shine with water. It was simply fascinating to say the least.

“ Jackie Unnie, you played a big part too! I-It’s weird to have all the credit when you’ve done so many arrangements.” Your group loved each other as much as Bangtan did, and Jungkook realized that.

When the performance started, he was on the edge of his seat, the urge to stand up was tempting. The songs went by smoothly, but you haven’t sung anything by your self yet and the audience waited for their hit song to come out. Finally, the lights dimmed down a little and spotlights were on each member. The music was softer than the previous ones, making fans scream at recognition. They said this was the song you created, and Jungkook could see why it had so much praise. It was simply beautiful beyond words.

Your voice hit him with so much passion and feeling in your words, his breath hitched at the sound. Your voice matured for the best, soft yet bold in its own way. His blood almost ran cold at your words, but your voice kept warming his heart. You were singing with so much feeling because you were  reminiscing  your last moments with him.

 It made his heart ache of guilt to hear your voice again, too overwhelmed with sudden memories. As the song played, the rhythm was timed perfectly to match the conflicted feelings that decided to bubble up inside of him. His thoughts clashed with one another as he takes in everything from your point of view. How could I have been so stupid?? He could’ve sworn to have seen at least a glimmer of tears roll down the side of your face when you sang with so much feeling. When you got off the stage to head backstage, the heartbroken man was in tears. He couldn’t contain them even when he tried, and he couldn’t resist the temptation of having your comfort again.

Your group was invited to an important award show, and had agreed to perform. It made perfect sense to perform with all the emotions you had, in the hopes of being nominated of course. That’s what your managers told you anyways. You did perform with everything you had, but for your own reason. You created the song in hopes that your voice will reach out to the world, to move them as much as it had moved you in that moment. 

Now, after your performance that had you almost in tears, you never expected a standing ovation. When you looked into the crowd, you could see most were crying and sobbing as they clapped unconditionally for your band. Pride swelled up as well as gratitude for the supporters as you all bowed and exited the stage. The adrenaline rush was over, so you all had time to relax. 

Each footstep was heavy and exhausted from the dancing efforts, and recieved alot of praise by high ranked bands. When you looked up at some of them, you could recognize a few. You recognized all of them, but certain people stood out to you. The crowd cleared after you all entered the waiting room, skimming around to find open spots as your Unnies lounged around.

“ Y/n-?” A bubbly man (who had tears) came up to you and handed you a water bottle,” Ah! Daebak~~ You’re so pretty! I’ve missed you!”

“ Oh, Hobi-ssi. It’s nice to see you again!” You pat yourself with a dry towel and drank from the gifted water. Before you could sit down, Hoseok was grabbing you by the hand and showing you to the others. They all exchanged polite introductions with you and your nerves started to settle down. 

In the midst of your conversation with Taehyung, You felt a pair of (super nice) arms wrapping around your waist and water droplets staining the crook of your neck. A strange sense of deja vu washed over you and you instinctively held onto the warm arms. It had a tight grip on you, as if they never wanted to let you go again. By now, you’ve sensed who it was from the innocent sniffles, although the firm limbs were surprising. 

“ Yah Kookie, How am I supposed to comfort you if you’re behind me?” You laugh a little as the grip on your fabric was hesitantly released,” I thought you were a grown man now, why are you crying?” You wiped his tears away as he laughed quietly and softly took your hand in his. When you turned around, you could finally feel Jungkook’s warm gaze that was laid upon you. 

When you smiled up at him, more tears started streaming out of his eyes. Words couldn’t begin to describe the emotions that he felt. Happiness, guilt, relief, sadness, joy; they were all bubbling at once. He almost started shaking and crying uncontrollably just by the sheer fact that you were okay. He knew that it would take a lot to fix his mistakes, but he had all the time in the world, right?

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T^T I finally finished this!!! I could almost cry if I had any tears left. I hope you guys enjoyed this super cliché oneshot between the reader (you) and Jungkook. I’m still a noob at Tumblr and writing stories, but it’s fun lol. 

Feel free to request stuff for me to write! 

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since idk if im gonna get back to this fic like Ever (it’s been like...a year and some change since i last worked on it), i’ll just post what little of the last chapter of the fic i had written before i stopped (it’s about caesar’s childhood. his siblings are involved n shit.)

The events of what Caesar had witnessed with his father and that mysterious woman floated in and out of his mind for the next several weeks until, eventually, he had forgotten about it. Seasons had changed, and so, too, had Caesar’s responsibilities. He was only half listening to his father as the elder spoke about...something, instead his attention distracted by one of his young toddler brothers, Paolo, chasing about and pulling at the skirt of his sister, Gianna, who was closest to Caesar in age...and temperament.

“Caesar, did you hear me?”

He did not, especially as Paolo’s enormous screeching filled the room as Gianna smacked him across the head.

“Gia!” Mario barked at the girl, causing her to exasperatedly whip her head in his direction with pleading eyes.

“But Papa, he won’t stop pulling at my dress! Caesar just helped me fix this one! Isn’t that right, Caesar?”

The elder child scrunched his nose, vividly remembering the two of them pricking their fingers multiple times trying to figure out how needles and thread worked. Wagging his finger at the younger child, Caesar quickly decided to back Gianna up.

“Yeah, that’s right. Paolo, you want me to make you sew it next time? I don’t care if the needle goes straight through your fingers!”

The littlest child gasped in fright, immediately letting go of his sister’s dressed as Gianna snickered in delight. She crossed her arms severely, adding on to Caesar’s statement.

“Last time Caesar and I were sewing stuff, our fingers were covered with blood. Covered.” She added pointedly--then, seeing Paolo’s wide eyes begin to fill with tears, her tone softened. “Just don’t pull at my dress, ok? Then you won’t even have to worry about it.”

“Y...yeah, ok…” Paolo sniffled before waddling forward and hugging both Caesar and Gianna’s legs, getting his tears and snot all over them. Gianna sighed as Caesar locked up awkwardly, trading glances with his father. “I’m sorry…don’t cut my fingers off with the needles…”

Mario, who had been watching the entire scene with muffled amusement, cleared his throat, immediately drawing the attention of all three gathered in front of him.

“Paolo,” he said gently as the youngest child looked up, tears still flooding from his eyes. “Why don’t you go play with Teodoro or Maria?” The two middle children, who were currently outside, would’ve probably objected.

Paolo, rubbing his face so intensely that it was starting to turn a shade of red that resembled a tomato more than a human being, nodded furiously before dashing off to find his other siblings, leaving Gianna and Caesar to exchange relieved looks.

That look of relief would not last. Mario now turned to address the two children left, looking them each firmly in the eyes.

“Now, you two. I’m going to task you both with something very important. I think you’re both old enough by now, especially if you tag along together.”

The two children waited, breath caught in their throats. Caesar, especially, found himself eager for whatever task he was given--he was the other man of the house, after all, and though his pride was slightly wounded at having to share the responsibility with someone younger than him, he still wanted to prove that he was up to the challenge. Jabbing his thumb in his sister’s direction, he tilted his head cockily.

“With Gia? Am I not old enough to do it on my own?”

“No, you aren’t,” said Mario, firmly, and Gianna chuckled as Caesar’s ego rapidly deflated. “I need you BOTH to go with each other to the market and gather some food for tonight’s dinner. Can you do that?”

Gianna piped up with a happy gasp as Caesar found a delighted grin making its way onto his face. Going to the market was an almost sacred thing for all the kids in the family--a rare occurrence, seeing as how Mario usually went on his own, but the busy, vibrant atmosphere always made the kids teem with joy and excitement. For Caesar and Gianna to go on their own, to be entrusted with money, that was nigh unthinkable.

“Of course we can!” Caesar said, trying to deepen his voice to seem even more mature. “You can trust us, Papa. If anything happens, I’ll take care of it!”

“WE’LL take care of it,” Gianna chipped in while elbowing Caesar in the ribs. Caesar shrugged passively in response.

“And you both will take care of each other. Understand?” Mario asked, and the two children nodded reluctantly. “Good. Gianna, you will hold the money. And Caesar...I’m going to entrust you with this wrench.”

As Mario finished speaking, he pulled a heavy iron wrench from the table beside him, weighing it carefully in his hands as Caesar looked upon it with a look of mild consternation.

“A...wrench?” The boy asked plainly, not impressed with what he was given in comparison to Gianna. Mario was quick to take note of his skepticalness.

“This will be your weapon. In case anything happens, you two will need a way to defend yourselves. Caesar, use this wisely, and use it to protect you and your sister. It’s just an ordinary tool, so it won’t be calling trouble to yourselves. Hopefully you won’t have to use it, but just in case.” He placed the tool in Caesar’s hands. “Use it decisively.”

Small, calloused fingers curled around the tool curiously. It was cold. Heavy. Caesar had felt it many times while tightening bolts, one of the few things he was allowed to do on his own. Before now, he had never really considered using it as a weapon; that was what his fists were for, after all. But now, as he gripped it, he felt a peculiar sort of power wash over him. This was protection now, handed from father to son.

He was roused from his quiet introspection by a rough, yet gently placed hand on his shoulder.

“You understand, don’t you?”

Caesar simply nodded.

“Now go, you two. And be back as quickly as possible!”

Before Mario could even shout his last few words, Gianna and Caesar were already pushing each other out of the way to see who could scramble out the door first.  Mario sighed, resigning to the thought that maybe, just maybe, his children were simply beyond parenting.

*****

The marketplace was set up by the docks, as close to the water as the makeshift stalls would allow. The hot noontime sun glistened off the water, sending shimmering reflections bouncing off of the scales of freshly caught fish and the plump skin of beautifully ripe produce. Everywhere, there was shouting--happy, short bursts of laughter between friends who gathered daily in front of their wares, the incensed haggling of pennypinchers, impromptu humming and singing, coughing and sneezing.

It was mesmerizing--so much so that a distracted Caesar walked right into a woman’s back without noticing. The look she threw back at the boy was so bitter and so distasteful that Gianna, who had been lingering only a few steps behind Caesar, immediately burst into peals of laughter. The older boy turned a bright red, apologized, and started to sputter horribly.

“G--Gia! Don’t just laugh!”

“Well what do you want me to do? Apologize FOR you? Stop acting like a baby and let’s get the food.”

Caesar had to struggle to bite his tongue--which he immediately failed at, instead whispering obscenities his father would surely knock his teeth out for saying. Still, the embarrassment rapidly died down as they continued about their task, shoving their gains into the sack Mario had provided them with, giggling mischievously as Caesar swiped a roll from a baker as their back was turned, munching on their loot and dashing away before hearing the frustrated screams not too long afterward.

The sun started to shine a little less brightly in the sky as it lowered, cueing Caesar to start heading back.

“Gia, how much money do we have left?”