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matchpointfaist · 3 days ago

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deeply obsessed with frat!art and theater!reader, could we maybe see them on their first real date?? or maybe even them as the gooey adorable lovey couple that nobody understands but everyone is jealous of ?? <3

i bet if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us

frat! art x theater! reader part two

tw for lowkey judgy friends (patrick my enemy in this)

you hadn’t meant for it to happen this way. a date, if you could even call it that, had been talked about a few times, each time skirting around it like you were both trying to avoid saying the word out loud, afraid it would suddenly turn everything into a thing. but here you were, standing in front of a cafe that smelled like espresso and fresh pastries, and art was waiting for you, leaning against the window like he was trying to look casual, but failing miserably because he was way too excited. you’d gotten a text thirty minutes earlier: you coming? i saved you a seat. no pressure, but there’s a caramel latte waiting with your name on it (literally).

you’d smiled, rolling your eyes at his over eagerness, but it warmed you too, in a way you didn’t expect. it was small, but it felt big, like something important was finally starting to feel like it had a shape. you didn’t text him back, just grabbed your jacket and headed out the door. “you look cute,” he said as you walked up, like it was the most casual thing in the world. his smile was a little crooked, but it was all that energy you recognized from before, slightly too much, but just enough. “you look like you're trying too hard to look cool,” you teased, and he laughed, a quick burst of sound that almost caught you off guard. “fair enough,” he grinned, motioning to the little table inside. you followed him in, and the moment you sat down, he was already asking about your classes, your latest show, your ridiculous theater professor who wore scarves in the summer, like he was genuinely interested in your world, the one that seemed so far removed from his.

but when it was his turn to talk about tennis, you found yourself listening with the same kind of focus. art talked about practice, about a match that had gone unexpectedly well, the feeling of hitting a perfect serve, the adrenaline that came with each point. it was a language you didn’t speak fluently, but you found yourself absorbing it anyway, leaning in just a little bit, really trying to get it. “you’re surprisingly good at this,” he said, after you’d peppered him with questions about his game, “i thought you were just here to make fun of me,” “i’m very capable of doing both,” you smiled, raising your eyebrows. but it felt easier now, easier to share these bits of yourselves, like you were both learning how to speak a language neither of you were completely fluent in.

you were talking about something, some ridiculous thing you’d heard in class, when art’s friend, patrick, came over to say hello. you had heard of him before, of course, but he’d never really seemed to notice you. patrick was that kind of guy, the one who looked at you like you were a riddle he wasn’t interested in solving. “so, uh, you two doing something?” he asked, leaning on the back of the chair, crossing his arms like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. art didn’t miss a beat, “we’re just having coffee, man. calm down,” patrick's eyes flickered between the two of you, the air around them heavy with the weight of something unspoken. “right,” he nodded slowly, clearly not buying it, “well, if you’re not busy after, we’re all going to grab dinner. i guess you’ll be around?”

you glanced at art, who shrugged, but there was an odd glint in his eyes, like he was trying to gauge whether this was a normal invitation or something else. you’d gotten the vibe that patrick was a little skeptical, but there was a hesitation in his voice that made you wonder if you were seeing it right. “sure,” you said before art could reply, your tone light but definitely testing the waters, “we’ll join you,” the awkwardness didn’t last long, but it lingered in the corner of your mind as you continued chatting with art, watching him navigate the conversation like it was all normal. maybe to him, it was. but to you, it felt like something was starting to shift. patrick was looking at you with raised eyebrows every time you said something, like he was taking mental notes, trying to figure out what was going on. you felt that strange, uncomfortable pressure that came when someone from his world was trying to dissect yours. you tried to shake it off. you were just having coffee, weren’t you?

later that evening, you found yourself sitting next to art in a crowded restaurant, trying to focus on the conversation despite the buzz of voices around you. patrick was telling some ridiculous story about a tennis match, but your attention kept drifting to art’s laugh, the way his fingers tapped along the table to some invisible rhythm. "you look like you're about to burst out laughing at something," you said, leaning in closer to him. he just shrugged, but you could tell he was fighting a grin. “just wondering if pat's ever met a stranger he didn’t feel the need to analyze,” you laughed, low and soft, “he’s not the only one who seems to be figuring us out,”

art raised an eyebrow, glancing at patrick across the table, then back at you, “you’re not exactly what i expected,” “and you’re definitely not what i expected,” you said, trying to hide your smile behind your cup. he laughed, “i think that's the best part of it, though,” but before you could respond, patrick interrupted, his voice too loud in the quiet space, “so, seriously, what is going on with you two? are you dating or-” the table fell into an uncomfortable silence. art tensed, his jaw tightening slightly, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly aware of how much you were not supposed to know about this dynamic. you opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, art spoke, “we’re just figuring it out, pat , really,” the brunette didn’t seem convinced, “right. just don’t, like, fall too deep into whatever this is, yeah?”

the words were casual, but there was an edge to them, a tone that made you pause. art shifted, his smile faltering for a moment, but he didn’t say anything in return. he just gave you a tight smile, like he was trying to smooth over whatever tension had risen. you tried to change the subject, but the rest of the night felt a little off. the laughter was more forced, the energy between you two slightly strained. this wasn’t supposed to be hard, you thought. wasn’t this just two people, figuring each other out? but sometimes, you found, even the easiest things came with complications. and maybe it was fine. maybe you were both just learning how to navigate it.

the walk home felt different somehow. quieter, like the noise of the restaurant still hung around you both, too loud to shake off. art was walking beside you, but there was something in his stride that felt just a little too careful, like he was pacing himself in a way he hadn’t before. maybe it was the way patrick's words had settled between you, thin and sharp, a reminder that people were watching. maybe it was the strange feeling that you were both trying to figure out how to make something simple not so complicated. you glanced sideways at him, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched a little as if trying to keep the cold out, even though the air was mild. his golden hair was wild, as usual, and there was a faint trace of a smile on his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“so," you started, voice light, testing the waters. “patrick seems to have a lot of thoughts,” he exhaled through his nose, a soft laugh escaping him, “yeah, he’s got opinions. i’m used to it. it’s just- i don’t know. it feels weird, you know?” “weird?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “like bad weird, or?” he shrugged, his eyes flicking to you for a moment before quickly darting away, “just weird. like, i don’t know. maybe i do spend too much time with him. but i didn’t think you’d be part of the thing i have to explain to people,”

you stopped walking for a second, the weight of his words sinking in. he was right, in a way. it was one thing to be in your own world with him, where everything felt easy and light. but once you stepped out of that bubble, it felt like people were suddenly dissecting it, trying to figure out if it made sense. like it was some kind of equation you didn’t have the answers to. “well,” you said after a beat, “i’m not that hard to explain,” you smiled, though it felt a little fragile now, more defensive than playful. he stopped too, looking at you like he was trying to read something in your expression. his lips parted, like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure what. “you know,” he started, voice a little quieter now, “sometimes i think i’ve got this whole life planned out, you know? tennis, the whole thing. and then, this happens, and i can’t really figure out where it fits,” “but you’re figuring it out?” you asked, taking a small step toward him. he didn’t answer immediately.

instead, his eyes dropped to the sidewalk, watching his own footsteps as they crunched softly in the quiet night. then, with a little shrug, he met your gaze again, his expression more open than before. “yeah, i think so. i think i’m just trying to figure out if this, us, is something worth figuring out,” you hadn’t expected him to say it so simply. and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say back. you had always been the one who had to figure things out, to dissect them until they were laid out neatly in front of you, ready for analysis. but this left you without answers. “you know,” you started again, quieter this time, “i don’t have it all figured out either. i’m not exactly the easiest person to understand," you let out a little laugh, half self-deprecating, half nervous, “i mean, this, this weird, messy mix of theater and tennis and whatever else we are, it’s all new for me too. but i’m not running from it,”

his gaze softened, and for a second, the silence between you felt more comfortable, like it didn’t need to be filled. he didn’t look like he was judging or trying to figure it out anymore. he looked like he was... listening. you felt the tension start to loosen in your chest, but just as you were about to speak again, art was already stepping forward, closing the space between you. his hand found its way to your shoulder, lightly resting there, and the sudden touch made your breath catch. “you’re not running from it?” he asked, voice soft, almost like he was savoring the idea. “good. because i think i might want to stick around long enough to see where this goes,” there it was again, the simple, unguarded honesty that you hadn’t expected from him. this wasn’t some grand confession, but the words were exactly what you needed to hear.

without thinking, you found yourself leaning into him slightly, your arm brushing against his, “i think i might want to see where it goes too,” the walk home felt shorter after that. the weight of everything that had been building between you, the uncertainty of what your worlds even meant when they collided, it all faded a little. maybe it wasn’t about figuring everything out. maybe it was just about trusting that something could be figured out, over time, if you were both willing to let it. when you reached your building, you paused at the door, your fingers tracing the edge of your jacket sleeve absently. art stood beside you, his hands back in his pockets, though this time there was something different in the way he looked at you.

“thanks for walking me home,” you said softly, though there was no part of you that really wanted to say goodbye. “anytime,” he replied, his voice low, almost like a promise. you hesitated for a moment, then, without thinking, leaned in quickly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. it wasn’t a grand gesture, but something in the quiet simplicity of it made your heart race. art blinked, surprised, then smiled, his face turning just slightly pink. “so i guess i’ll see you soon?” “yeah,” you said, your hand finding the door handle behind you. “soon,” he stayed there for a second, watching you as if weighing his own words, then nodded with a half grin. “goodnight,” he said, and his voice held something soft in it, like it was the start of something you both hadn’t quite said aloud yet.

“goodnight,” you echoed, hand still on the door, eyes on his. he hesitated, steps faltering with a lack of confidence you weren't used to seeing in him. "can i kiss you?" "oh," you were surprised, only slightly, "i- of course," he pulled you closer, tilting his neck to get closer your height before finally pressing his lips to yours, soft and slow, warm and easy. you blossomed into the kiss, smiling against his lips, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. he pulled away after a moment, not wanting to take it too far, his forehead pressed against yours, "i can't wait to see you again," his words warmed your chest, "i can't either," he finally, begrudgingly, let you go, hovering until he was sure you were inside and safe. you watched him walk away through your kitchen window, fingers brushing against your lips like you could keep him there.

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starktonyx · 11 hours ago

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i don't know if you take requests or not (and if you don't, please ignore this and consider it a love letter to you and your writing instead), but what would your thoughts be on nicknames / pet names with john?

Omg!! First of all thank you 🫶🏼 and you know what hell yeah, let's talk about my John Walker + pet names headcanons🙂‍↕️

Includes some dirty talk, slight smut? Nothing too explicit.

John doesn't get super creative with pet names. He always liked the basics, the classics: baby, sweetheart, honey. They get the job done. He called Olivia honey, it fit to her, and it just made sense for him to call his wife like that.

But with a new partner, he's starting from zero. He's a little rusty and way out of practice, but he's trying. So he sticks to what he knows.

Baby is the go to. He doesn't even use your name anymore, it just rolls out his tongue without even noticing. Baby this, baby that.

"You good, baby?"

"What d'you want for dinner, baby?"

"Baby I'm not answering if I'd still love you if you were a worm."

He does end up answering after a while, annoyed, groaning.

“Yes, baby, I would. Happy? Now let me sleep."

Baby is casual, natural, unconscious. It's the everyday standard for him. The one he chose to replace your name with.

But to me, it's all about the range he has with these nicknames.

He is mostly sweet with that one, but he also praises, even begs with it. Baby slips out his lips like a prayer wether your under or on top of him. He's all pet names in bed. He may slip out a 'good girl' there too.

"Look at you, baby ... you take it so well."

"Fuck–you feel so good baby... don't stop."

"Now open for me sweetheart... yeah just like that. Such a good girl for me, baby.

Now we got sweetheart. The southern side of him. Maybe he used that one more at first, when you weren't even a couple. That one was his go to when he wanted to be sarcastic, when he was still being a little bastard that didn't know how to act on the jealously attraction you caused in him.

"Am I interrupting something, sweetheart? You and Barnes look real cozy tonight." Bucky snorts. You roll your eyes.

But once you're his? He turns to that one when he teases, when he wants to be a little mean to get you undone before he even starts pounding into you.

"Look at you, sweetheart. Can't even keep your hands off me, huh?" It's always that smug tone with a smirk, even if he's the handsy one.

"That all for me, sweetheart?" when he feels how ready you're for him.

And again. That jealousy when someone is staring at you for too long in one of Valentina's parties.

"Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?"

Now don't get me started on the pet names you use on him.

Soldier boy is my all time favorite for teasing. Maybe that was your choice before you dated. You used it when he was being overly obnoxious in a mission, letting you all know about his military background, mansplaining everything.

"Wow, soldier boy's got opinions today."

And when you accidentally, or very intentionally, rub yourself against him when passing by in a tight space.

"Are you blushing, soldier boy?"

He used to hate it at first. But when he finally admitted to himself was down bad for you, he started to get off on it. So, naturally, it slipped in bed too. When you wanted to be the mean one. When he was under you, all desperate, head thrown back and eyes lost on the ceiling from how good you worked him.

"Be a good soldier boy for me, yeah?"

"Right there, soldier boy?"

And maybe you like using his name too. John. It's not a long name, and you know he loves the way it sounds when you say it. Or when you moan it. Or when you use that tone when he just knows you're about to make another stupid question just to stress him out.

Or even Johnny. Oh boy. That one is personal. You used it one time against him. When he shot that jealous remark with a sweetheart attached to it, this one was your choice.

"What's wrong, Johnny? Jealous?"

His eye twitched. He doesn't get called that often. Or ever. So he hated it.

Until one day you said it differently. Overstimulated and sweaty, panting under his broad body slamming into you, you whispered against his chest with a choked gasp like you couldn't believe you got to be used like that.

"Right there, Johnny."

His mind short circuited. His hips went faster, deeper.

"I know, baby, I know. That's it ... let go for me."

No he doesn't get called Johnny that often. But when you say it like that? He never goes back from it.

And then we have calling him handsome. He thought you were mocking him at first, but his cheeks still get red every time you say it.

"Come here, handsome" with grabby hands.

"Can you get the cereal from the top shelf for me, handsome?"

Especially when he just wakes up, heavy arm keeping you warm and tight against his body, and he talks first in that husky, rough morning voice.

��Mornin’ baby.”

“Morning, handsome.”

At this point he didn't mind what nickname you used for him. Because it's the way you say them that make him feel like a person again. Not the junior varsity Captain America. Just John. Johnny.

Yours.

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Feedback is always appreciated, thank you so much for reading <3

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drsheperd-bartley18 · 2 days ago

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“Best Friend” Part 4

Asks: For the bestfriends series can you do a fic where they go out and get called girlfriends by a cashier or waitress. Something along those lines if not that’s totally cool!/ I wanna see like jealous p and jealous a maybe a little fight but then it just turns into paige being completely whipped like always azzi being a brat

Hope you guys enjoy. I’m sorry it took so long. Also thank you for 235 followers!!!

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Friends go to dinner all the time.

At least that's what Paige tells herself when she came up with the idea of taking her best friend to a fancy dinner to celebrate her passing her accounting final.

And when she got heart palpitations asking her out when she asked her if she wanted to hang out while eating overpriced pasta.

And when she stopped at a flower shop to get her friend’s favorite flowers.

And especially when she saw her and heart dropped to her ass, hands got sweaty, and her brain stopped working.

Friends go to dinner all the time.

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They were sitting across from each other, legs intertwined under the table.

Which was was a very normal friendly thing to do.

Azzi was deep into a rant about one of her professors when the waiter walked over.

“Hi, I'm Taylor, do you guys want to get started on the food now?”

“Yeah…umm… I'll get the…umm,” Azzi says unable to decide what she wanted even though she had been staring at the menu since they got there.

“I’ll have the chicken alfredo and she’ll have the chicken parmesan please, also can you get her a refill on her water?” Paige says like it's nothing.

And it is. She was used to doing this. Azzi somehow was still not used to it apparently.

Paige looks away from the waiter back to the brown-skinned girl to see her dimples popping, cheeks slightly red, and big brown eyes staring at her like she just proposed or something before looking away quickly.

“Okay, your food should be here soon and I’ll be right back with your water.”

“Thank you” both the girls say.

“You okay, Mama?” Paige says reaching over and caressing Azzi’s hand.

“Yeah Paigey, thank you helping me” Azzi says flipping her hand over and intertwining their fingers.

“Of course, Az, if i let your indecisive self put we would her all day.” The blonde says laughing.

Azzi dramatically drops her hand and covers her face embarrassed, “Shut uppp, your so annoying ”

Reaching across the table Paige grabs her hand again. “I was just joking, Mama. You know I love you even if you can’t make a decision to save your life.” She says kissing the back of her best friend’s hand.

“Yeah whatever”

Lightly tugging on her hand Paige pouts, “You not gon say it back”

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby. I love you too” Azzi says unable to stop her self from smiling.

Neither can Paige who breaks out into a smile, the smile on Azzi could pull out of her. The apples of her cheeks on full display, bright red.

Then the waiter came back water in hand.

“Here you go, your food should be out soon, also I just wanted to say you guys are the cutest couple I’ve ever seen” He says as her places it in front of Azzi.

“Oh, we aren’t dating” Azzi says surprised.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise”

“Naw man, we’re just friends. Best friends” Paige says releasing Azzi’s hand and taking a sip of her Diet Coke to distract herself from the fact that being mistaken from Azzi’s girlfriend gave her butterflies.

“Yeah we’ve known each other for a long time so we’re really close.” The brown-skinned girl says as she slides her hand under the table, placing it on Paige’s knee to stop the bouncing.

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Azzi and Paige hadn't talked all day.

Granted it was only 9 in the morning but still.

Paige FaceTimed her as soon as she woke up, like they always did, on the off chance they didn't wake up together, to no avail.

So, obviously, Paige started the day irritated.

Unfortunately, that irritation only got worse when Paige finally dragged herself out of bed to have breakfast, and she saw her worst nightmare.

Azzi Fudd standing too close in her opinion to some ugly guy who was definitely too short, holding a tray with two burritos, laughing at whatever stupid thing the dude said, and worse of all she had her hand on his waist jokingly pushing him away.

Paige froze.

Her stomach dropped and the nausea hit hard.

“Yo, you good lil paigey,” KK says, nudging her side.

The blonde didn't say anything, just kept staring, kind of wishing she could kill him with her eyes. KK followed her gaze and saw what looked like a scene in a medicine commercial after it worked.

“Girl boo, who’s s that?” she said, wincing.

“I don't know,” Paige said, closing her eyes trying to calm herself.

(Now KK could definitely make fun of her friend right now. I mean she was absolutely jealous but they are really no fun in bullying someone too dumb to even realize they’re in love to begin with.)

Before KK could say anything, Paige opened her eyes and found beautiful brown doe eyes staring back at her. Even worse, the curly-haired girl had the nerve to smile and wave. As if she isn't actively sending her best friend into a spiral.

So, Paige did the only thing she could think of and walked out. Deciding that instead of acknowledging why she feels like she was just shot in the heart she should work out she ran to the gym.

Az👸🏽💗

Are you okay?

My Paigey💗

I'm fine.

Az👸🏽💗

You sure cause you were looking at me like I just killed your mom.

Did I do something?

My Paigey💗

No.

Putting her phone away Paige got to work. She decided to do legs. (Now Paige might have a problem because she definitely chose legs in the hopes that the physical pain to her knee would outweigh the emotional pain she was feeling in her heart. But she wasn’t ready to acknowledge that or many things clearly).

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A few minutes had passed when Azzi had quietly entered the room. She knew where Paige was the whole time she just wanted to give her some time to calm down. She knew her best friend had a tendency to punish herself when she got upset.

So, she set the burritos down on a bench and walked over to the blonde

“Mhm, you smell good, baby,” Azzi says as she wraps her arms around Paige from behind, while sticking her head in neck.

“Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me”, she says as she abruptly pulls away.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking bout the fact that you ignored my call, then went to breakfast without me, and got comfortable with your little boyfriend,” Paige said, slightly raising her voice and pointing her accusatory finger.

“First of all lower your voice, you know we don’t yell at each other -“

“Yeah? And we also don’t do our routines with some random ass guy. So I guess things change!” Paige yells her voice cracking at the end.

Stepping closer Azzi placed her hands on Paige’s lower abdomen, hoping to ground her, and said “If you would let me talk I could tell you that I didn’t answer because I wanted to surprise you. I was grabbing us burritos, thinking we could eat in your dorm and watch a movie. Cause I missed you. I didn’t know you would turn into a jealous asshole at the sight of talking to someone else.”

Folding under Azzi's touch all her anger leaves her as Azzi rubs her stomach under her hoodie.

“It’s just…You were touching him…and he was making you laugh…and I -“

In disbelief, Azzi says “So, you're mad I touched him and laughed at a joke?”

Paige didn’t say anything, choosing instead not to make eye contact with her best friend, embarrassed.

Pulling the blonde closer Azzi lightly grabbed her jaw, making her look at her, “I couldn’t care less about that guy, baby. You’re who I care about. You’re who I wake up thinking about, Paige.”

Pouting, Paige dropped her head onto her shoulder, “Well, it didn’t feel like it this morning.”

Placing her hand on the back of Paige’s neck she softly massages the skin there, “So what, now you need constant reassurance that you’re my favorite person?”

“Maybe,” Paige says wrapping her arms around her tightly, “ You knew I was needy when you became friends with me”

Azzi laughed and said “I’ve known you’re needy. But you’re giving full-on brat who doesn’t realize she’ll always have a starting spot in my life.”

Deflating even more, Paige let out a sigh placing her hands under Azzi’s shirt softly scratching her back wishing she could get closer.

Kissing her forehead Azzi says “You’re mine, Paigey. And I’m yours. Always. You're my best friend. I love you”

“I love you too, Mama. But like… is there any chance the burritos are still warm”

Jokingly pushing her away, “No way I just poured my heart out to you and you’re thinking about food”

Snickering Paige pulls her back into her arms and says, “I’m sorryyy, but I’m hungry, Ma”

#paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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georgestabbedalot · 1 day ago

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Arthur Morgan - Relationship headcanons

After this I’ll slow down my posting to about once or twice a week. I’ll still post random stuff but my actual works will slow down. I was just so excited about starting a new blog that I wanted to get a couple posts up.

⦾ Arthur loves to spend his money on you. If you're out in town and you see a shirt you like, he'll go back the next day and buy it to surprise you.

⦾ He hates it when you're injured. If you've been hurt on a job then he'll hover and fuss over you until you're healed again. He'll wait on you hand and foot; you need a drink, he's got it, you want to walk around camp, he's holding you up and walking around with you [regardless of if you need him to or not].

You let him do it though. He's not hurting anyone and it makes him happy, so whatever. It can get a bit annoying at times but it's sweet to watch him fuss over you like a mother hen, so you put up with it.

⦾ He likes to take ten minutes or so every night to talk about your days. From the bath girl interactions, it honestly sounds like he just wants someone to talk to and you're great at that.

He thinks to himself like, 'She's so beautiful, smart, brave and she listens to what I have to say? What the hell? Such a good listener!'

Despite seeming like a hardened, gruff outlaw, he is honestly such a yapper. When he talks about his day, he'll go off on multiple tangents.

"This man was literally talking to a tree! I know crazy, it reminds me of the time I saw someone dressed in a wolf's skin and walking around like a wolf, and good lord, I remember now, he was naked! That reminds me of the time Kieran and I went fishing and someone was naked in the lake. Did I tell you about that huge fish I caught when we went fishing? No, well let me tell you..."

He literally never shuts up but, you love him <3

⦾ He has about a billion nicknames for you.

'Peach, darlin', sweetheart, doll, honey, sweetness.'

He can't decide on just one to call you so he has a bunch of them.

⦾ He likes to give you things he's found on his jobs/adventures.

Every time he comes back from a mission, he's got a pretty flower that he found, or a nice necklace that he robbed found.

He likes to see your face light up when he gives you these little presents.

⦾ He loves to cuddle at night. He likes being able to hold you tight, while your fingernails lightly run against his scalp. Even if it's boiling hot and you're both sweating like pigs, he still loves to get close to you and fall asleep to your heartbeat <3

He also loves being a little spoon, don't try and deny it.

⦾ Dates are pretty few and far between for you and Arthur but when you do go on a date, be prepared to be ROMANCED!!

Before you go out on a date, he'll have a bath and shave his beard, style his hair and wear his nicest clothes. He wants to look nice for you </3

He'll take you to a real fancy restaurant and buy the most expensive wine and the nicest meal for you both. He buys one of the roses that people come around with and present it to you with an over-dramatic flourish.

"Here, my lady." 🌹☺

⦾ Honestly, he adores you and has a hard time actually telling you so he tries his best to show you how much you mean to him by doing extravagant things so that, hopefully, you know how much you mean to him.

You practically changed his life just by being you and loving him, so he wants to spoil you.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan fluff headcanons #arthur morgan headcanons #rdr2 #red dead redemption #fluff #my headcanons

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prettyiwa · 3 days ago

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(Previous) Relationship: Sakura Haruka x Florist!Reader Content Tags: Fluff, Pink appreciation post, Light flirting, Hanami, Not-Quite-Date, Unexpected cherry tree lecture, Talks about hanakotoba, Sakura is afraid to reveal the existence of his romance sensor, References to ch. 63-66/s2 ep9 Summary: When Sakura comes to you in the middle of your day and asks if you want to go hanami, how can you possibly say no? (There are perks to being your own boss in between holidays). Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: The unexpected sakura rabbithole I found myself in for this chapter was. I don't know why it was unexpected. But I feel that I wildly underrepresented the sakura variety available in Japan. There's so many and they're all so cool! You should look them up!! Otherwise, a fun tidbit is that, so far, Sakura has been very careful to avoid romantic topics, encounters, or anything in the presence of the Florist because he doesn't want them finding out about his romance sensor (nor does he want people (Suo in particular) commenting on it in front of them). So Florist simply thinks that he's reactive/poor at hiding his feelings (it's endearing, alright), which is true, but it means they have no idea why he blushes so much around them. Tagging @owoasis & @kweenkatsuki-fics 💜

Pink.

It wasn’t until eleven months ago that you really started enjoying the color. As a florist, you certainly had an appreciation for it—the mauve of certain snapdragons, a rose’s blush, the magenta of your favorite orchids—but it was never your favorite. Even as the beginning of you favorite season had everything turning inordinately pink, it had never received more attention from you than any other color.

But this year, as you stand amongst a sea of blooming sakura that gives even the atmosphere a light blush, you think it’s the most beautiful color of all.

Another gust of wind blows through, losing momentum shortly after hitting the trees, though it’s enough to shake loose the delicate blossoms that are the star of the day. The air is punctured by pink and white, swirling together and around people as they pass through the park. Reaching your hand out, you feel as they dance across your skin, escaping before you manage to catch any.

A chuckle carries on the breeze, pulling your attention behind you. As you turn, you’re graced with a soft smile before it’s replaced by a lovely rouge and a slight pout.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Sakura asks, ducking his head incrementally.

Unable to contain it, you crack a smile, wide and encouraging as you wait for him to catch up. “You, obviously.” His blush deepens, spreading, and you love the color even more. “You’ve got some petals in your hair.”

His eyes flick up, though he’ll only be able to see a couple of petals, and you’re tempted to reach up and brush them off for him, the subtle itch in your palm seemingly urging you forward. Instead, you close your fist, bringing it to rest above your heart as he shakes out his hair.

“So, uh… Are you having fun?” There are still a few petals now buried beneath the first layer of hair, but you’ll leave them be. He walks forward, keeping you going down the path.

“I am.” It’s been a number of years since you’ve been able to enjoy the sakura in full (since before you left for university, honestly), much less with a friend. But your enjoyment of the day would’ve been guaranteed with your company alone. “Are you? We can do something else if you want. It is your birthday.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he knocks loose one of the remaining petals. “This is fine. ‘M havin’ fun.” The words sound like a reluctant truth, but you know he means them.

The wind kicks up, warmer this time, the flowers highlighting its movement as it circles on the ground to your left. He pauses, mesmerized by the hanafubuki, and you circle around, stopping in front of him. Immediately, his eyes flicker to you, considering you from his peripheral before you both turn to watch the dancing flowers.

After a beat, you ask, “The guys have something planned for tonight, don’t they?”

It takes a moment for him to process your question, the susurration of the trees offering a distracting melody. When he turns to you, his eyes focus, becoming unclouded. “Huh? Oh. Yeah, we were gonna gather at Pothos then head to Hiragahara for drinks.”

“That sounds like fun,” you lilt, imagining Kotoha’s face at hosting the group. Will she be joining them later? “What time should you be heading over, then?” It’s barely past two, but you hadn’t anticipated Sakura wanting to do hanami today, meaning his gift still sits at home.

A child’s sharp giggle pierces the air as she waddles forward, hands outstretched toward the sky. She draws your attention, along with the parents that follow behind. When you look back to Sakura, you find him similarly watching, leaving you to appreciate his lighter profile, white hair swaying with the wind.

“Not for another couple hours,” he answers, still watching the family.

Thats… not very descriptive.

“Do you mind swinging by my place before you take off?” It’s out of the way, Pothos sitting between the park and your home. If anything, it’d probably be easier for him to come over on his way home, but you don’t know what the guys have planned in Hiragahara.

Swinging his head in your direction again, you catch the wrinkle between his eyebrows before it disappears. “What for?”

“Oh, nothing much.” Turning on your heel, you walk ahead, sure he’s following. “I just made you something. I know you don’t like it when I spend money on you—” his scoff interrupts you, bringing a smile to your lips as you duck your head and turn before continuing, “—which kinda limits what I can do for your birthday. I didn’t want to get you more flowers—”

“Knock that off.” Looking over your shoulder, he’s fixing you with that look he’s been giving you lately whenever you turn the slightest bit disparaging. “I like your f-flowers.”

It’s been a year of him accepting your flowers and every now and then you assume an inability to tell you no. It shouldn’t come as a surprise—Sakura is so authentically himself that if ever he finds himself in situations, it’s of his own doing—and yet…

“Yeah?”

“Y-Yeah.” His nose turns pink before the rest of his face follows and he scratches his cheek. “I mean… They’re nice. And you like ‘em which makes them… I dunno. Kinda cool?” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, like he didn’t just silence your minute insecurity with a handful of words.

Your heart kicks up, pattering in your chest and warmth blooms across your face. “Would you believe me if I said that was probably the sweetest and best thing you’ve ever said to me?”

“It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything!” There’s a hitch in his voice, slight panic in his heterochromatic eyes before he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“To me it is. I’m glad you like my flowers. It means the world to me.”

Like a bashful teenager, he grunts before turning his face away, chewing the inside of his cheek as red spreads across his face. Sparing him, you continue forward.

“Anyway, instead of buying you something or giving you more flowers, I made you a treat. Though… I guess if you’re going to Pothos, it’d ruin your appetite, huh?” Learning he enjoys sweeter treats, you made him something you picked up during your time in America, wanting to give him something unique to you. It’s a bit selfish and silly, but it’s not hurting anyone.

“Could always swing by after.” His voice is closer than you expected, leaning in as he comes to join you at your side. When you glance over, you spot the telltale signs of his excitement—the sparkle in his eyes, the singular focus.

“You could, yeah.” Does he mean to keep himself from drinking? If not, you hope it’s Nirei who accompanies him to your place tonight. “Are you planning on drinking with them this time? Or will you be playing babysitter?”

“I ain’t playin’ babysitter,” he says with a huff. “That’ll probably be Hiragi.”

“Hiragi?”

“Yeah, one of the Four Kings I was tellin’ you about.”

That was months ago when he was sitting with you on the engawa with your amado open. He was tipsy, drinking beer with you and the others as they exchanged stories of the history of Bofurin and its evolution. You hadn’t expected the impromptu lecture, nor Nirei’s exuberance.

“Right! Wow. So is tonight a Bofurin reunion, or is it a smaller gathering?”

“They always turn it into a big thing. Bigger than it needs to be.” Despite the way he grumps, his ears give away his excitement.

Your lips pull into a smile. “I’m glad.”

He freezes beside you, eyes darting to yours before dropping to your grin. “Hah? Why’re you glad?”

“What, I can’t be glad my favorite person in Makochi has so many people who want to celebrate his birthday?” You press your fingers to your chest in faux offense, laughing at his exasperated exhale.

“Shaddup. Don’t say that; I’m not your favorite. That’s probably Kotoha or Suo or someone.”

A sensation like ice water pours through your chest, dripping between your ribs as it extinguishes your warmth. “Rude.” Sakura flinches at your tone, his quick dismissal earning him a rare rebuke. Rather than continue chastising him for it, you continue as though the interruption never occurred. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one?” he asks, voice subdued.

“You’ll be drinking tonight?”

“I dunno. Maybe.” His eyes keep flicking to you, and you nearly feel bad for your reproval.

“You had a good time with me.” Maybe if you direct him toward happier memories, he’ll come back to himself.

“That was different.” Was it?

With a deep breath, you lean into the topic. “Are you afraid they’ll find out you’re a lightweight?”

It does the trick, the edge of melancholy tainting his expression making way for the same flare of vexation that Suo pulls from him. His shoulders rise and his voice grows loud, attracting some attention. “I’m not a lightweight!”

“It’s okay because I am, too.” Your laugh seems to lift the mood, his shoulders slow to relax.

When he doesn’t respond, you don’t feel the need to push the conversation, figuring he won’t give you an answer. It doesn’t matter if he does; he said he’d show up tonight, so he will. Whether that’s with a chaperone or two makes no difference. Instead, you take to walking toward the trees, hoping to find flowers and branches you can use in seasonal arrangements.

He trails behind, only half-watching the way you interact with the world, and it isn’t until you return to him with a couple of blossoms that he says, “I had fun drinking with you.” It’s a low confession, as most of his sincere sentiments are.

“Yeah, but I’m not going to be there tonight.” You keep your eyes down as you take his hand and place the Somei Yoshino blossoms in his awaiting palm.

“You could be. If— if you want to.”

When you look up, you realize he’s holding his breath. That lovely blush dusts his cheeks when you smile. “Would you like me to?”

Even without knowing the rest of the Bofurin guys, you’re aware of the commotion it would likely cause—your interactions with Suo, Nirei, Kotoha, and Umemiya have communicated enough. Beyond holding each other in high esteem, they all seem to have a soft spot for Sakura. Getting to know him over the last year, you doubt he does this often, invite another friend to a get together, especially one celebrating him. The thought fills you with as much warmth as it does dread.

He seems dissatisfied with your non-answer, his lips turning into a tight line as he watches you. Shifting his attention to the dainty flowers in his palm, he says, “It wouldn’t… be the worst thing.”

“Are you incapable of saying, ‘Yes, I’d have fun if you were there?’”

The light blush sparks, turning from a small ember into a dancing flame, turning the rest of his face red, but he meets your gaze. “I’d… have fun if… you were there.”

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“I said,” he starts, leaning in with half a scowl as his volume increases, “I’d have fun if you were there.” When you smile, eyes flitting across his face, he clicks his tongue.

It’s easy to appease his irritation, to bring a hint of a smile back to his face. “Alright. I’ll come along.”

Sure enough, the crease between his brows disappears and his eyes soften as his lips relax. Realizing your proximity, he pulls back, clearing his throat. Glancing around, he tries to find something to distract him, eyes bouncing from tree to tree before turning to the flowers in his hand.

“So… what are these?” Raising your brows, you glance between the sakura and him. He catches your question before you can ask it, sighing as he does with Suo. “You know what I mean! Aren’t these— Don’t you— Fuck. Don’t look at me like I’m crazy! Aren’t there different sakura? You’d know, right?”

You laugh, turning around to let him calm down in peace. “There are. There’s actually a lot of different cherry trees in Japan. The blossoms I gave you are Somei Yoshino. They’re some of my favorite.”

He comes to your side again, falling in step as you lead him toward some of the other varieties down the way. Glancing over, you see him lift the tiny branch, examining the cluster of flowers that will never fruit.

“What makes ‘em different?”

“That’s… Hm.”

“What is it?”

“Oh, it’s just… There’s a number of ways to distinguish the blossoms. There’s the petals—Somei Yoshino blossoms only have five petals, then there are Ichiyos with about twenty petals. Yaezakura encompasses the blossoms with more than five petals, but you can get technical with that. Then you have different coloration. I’ve seen some trees change color as the blossoms mature. I’ve also seen yellow blossoms, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen Ukon trees.”

A fleeting thought stops you before you launch into bloom times, glancing over at Sakura to find him looking a little lost. His eyes are wide, lips parted, mind trying to play catch up. Shaking his head, he ends up laughing to himself.

“I… dunno why I wasn’t expecting a flower lesson.” Your laughter dances with his, filling the air before another burst of wind blows through, rustling the trees. “Maybe I shoulda asked… Do you have any favorites?”

“You mean besides the Somei Yoshino?” He nods, turning his attention to the sakura once more. “Mm… I guess I’ve grown fond of the Ichiyos lately. And I’ve always enjoyed the shidarezakura.”

After briefly looking around, he asks, “Are there any around here?”

From what you remember, there are a couple of trees gathered near the center of the park, not too far from where you are currently. “Yeah, we can head there if you want to see them.”

“Why those specific sakura?”

“Aside from their beauty, I suppose it’s because I’m taken by their meanings.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know if you’re familiar with hanakotoba,” you start, though you’re at least eighty percent sure of his answer, secretly pleased when he shakes his head, “but most flowers have symbolic meanings that can be used to communicate. Somei Yoshino are used to communicate exceptional beauty. Shidarezakura on the other hand highlight elegant and deception. Most yaezakura can be used to represent someone who’s educated or refined.”

If you had to put a reason to your growing appreciation of those trees, you could probably trace it to the growing presence of Sakura, Suo, and Nirei in your life.

He’s quiet, slipping deeper in thought, and you wonder whether he realizes that each flower you’ve given him has carried meaning beyond its ephemeral beauty, each flower deliberate. He’s undoubtedly aware of the way you choose each gift with care, but there’s reason beyond that.

The weeping trees come into sight and you’re about to point them out when he finds his voice.

“My first year at Furin, Tsubaki—uh, one of the other Kings—had me and the others come to this old guy’s house. Ito. His wife had died not too long before and he and her helped Tsubaki, so Tsubaki wanted to help him, too. He had this garden… kinda like yours, but without all the flowers. He only had one plant with flowers.”

“Oh?” It’s a very deliberate choice on both your parts—a flowering garden versus a nonflowering garden. Adding a plant of the opposite kind can make or break the flow, so it’s an interesting choice.

“Yeah. Turns out that he and his wife had an arranged marriage or somethin’ and he got it in his head that she didn’t… love him,” he says, almost as if he’s struggling with the memory. He hesitates and you don’t push him, continuing to lead him to the crowd at the base of the trees. “Suo… figured out that Ito had pissed her off cause he got insecure. And it turned out he didn’t even find out she was mad at him until we got there cause she used hanakotoba.”

Laughing, you try to picture the couple, even if you have no basis for the image. Ito… Off the top of your head, you can’t remember whether you’ve had a customer by that name, but you’ll keep an eye out if he ever comes by.

“Do you happen to remember what the flower was?”

“I think… It was a dog… something. It was a tree.”

“Oh, dogwood?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“That makes sense.” Am I indifferent to you? Not many flowers have direct messages like that. “It’s also sweet, in a way.”

“Sweet?” He’s louder than he intends, turning to look at you like you have two heads.

“Yeah. It directly addresses his insult, but it’s also a promise from her. Their love will endure. Honestly… it’s probably something I’d do.”

The crowd shuffles, moving to the next tree down the path, creating an opening for you and Sakura. Despite the way your attention draws to the petaled, drooping branches, Sakura seems glued to you.

“Why communicate like that? Why not be upfront?”

His question demands your full attention, and you give it, finding him intent, studying you like he’s asking something else entirely. It makes you feel woefully exposed, bared to him in a way you didn’t quite expect, an uncomfortable sensation crawling down your arms, settling in your hands.

“There’s lots of different ways to communicate. This is just one of them. But you can’t tell me that communicating via flowers is that surprising for someone like me.” He deserves an answer that doesn’t leave you feeling like Suo, even though his edges dull with the answer you do give. “There’s beauty and romance in the subtle, in things that don’t last forever. But… it’s also a way to protect the heart, I suppose.”

“How’d you figure?”

“If, say, someone was afraid of confessing their love but they still wanted to express it, they might give flowers. They’re safe if they say nothing else when they give the flowers to someone unfamiliar with hanakotoba, but sometimes the flowers speak on their own regardless.”

How many degrees of separation can you apply when you’re talking about yourself? When you are currently doing the same thing? But… you also don’t want to push your feelings onto him. You are happy to have him at your side as a friend. If that ever changes, if that decision comes to change your relationship—in whatever form that takes—you want it to be his decision. For now, you’ll let your flowers do the talking.

“Y’know,” he says, looking up at the tree, the wind carrying one of its drooping branches closer, “Tsubaki would probably like it. Hanakotoba, I mean. All that stuff you were sayin’ about it being romantic.”

“Yeah? Is he particularly romantic?”

Sakura jolts as if experiencing an electrical shock, his muscles going stiff as his skin flushes and he avoids your gaze. “You could say that.”

“Another floral name, too. What, was Furin just collecting teenagers with nature names?” Sakura snickers at your glee. “I think I’d like to meet this Tsubaki.”

“On the basis of his name?” he teases you.

A breeze blows from the south and the shidarezakura loses hundreds of petals. His eyes flicker to the top of your head and you figure it’s your turn to have petals in your hair.

As you start to pick them out, feeling for them one by one, you give him a fake pout. “Maybe. Maybe he sounds like someone who’ll tell me old stories about what you were like before I arrived.”

“Don’t you get enough of that from Suo and Nirei?”

You hum, tapping your chin and tilting your head before shooting him a sly smile. “No, I don’t think so.”

His sigh is lost on the next gust of wind, and this time he’s the one to lead you back toward the other trees. You follow in silence, wondering if you’ll end up meeting Tsubaki at Pothos tonight. Before you can get too lost in thought, Sakura jogs forward, picking something up at the base of one of the trees. He comes forward, staring at your hands until you offer one, palm up. The corner of his lips twitches and he places a bunching of Somei Yoshino blossoms in your hand.

When you look up, you’re met with—

Pink.

Flower Glossary:

Somei Yoshino Sakura: Chaste, Exceptionally Beautiful

Yaezakura: Educated, Refined

Shidarezakura: Elegant, Deceptive

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quokkareactions · 3 days ago

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These scenerios are for a very specific audience, but I hope whoever is intrested in this crossover will like them. (also I have like a thousand more ideas for this, so expect one with Seventeen members too)

Stray Kids as Hogwarts dates:

Bang Chan: Prefect rounds and quiet confessions

You're both assigned to patrol the castle after curfew - standard prefect duty. The halls are quiet, the torches low and flickering. Chan walks beside you, hands in his robe pockets, occasionally humming under his breath.

At first, you whisper about suspicious noises and hidden passageways, but soon the conversation shifts. He talks about his first year at Hogwarts, how strange it felt to be so far from home. You share your own stories - some embarrassing, some quiet and wistful. Somewhere near the tapestry of dancing trolls, he stops walking.

"I don't think I ever really felt at home here," he admits, eyes fixed on the empty corridor ahead. "Not until I met you."

The words hang in the air like an incantation. You blink, and he looks back at you, that familiar soft smile tugging at his lips. "It's cheesy, I know."

You shake your head. "It's sweet," you whisper.

He reaches out, fingers brushing yours. A silent question. You link your hand with his, and for the rest of the patrol, the castle feels just a bit warmer.

Lee Know: The Astronomy Tower and the things he doesn't say

You find Minho leaning against the railing of the Astronomy Tower, cloak pulled tight around him, hair tousled by the wind. It's just after curfew - technically off-limits - but he doesn't seem worried. Neither do you. You've always followed him into rule-breaking without a second thought.

The stars are scattered like spilled glitter across the velvet night. Minho's gaze is fixed upward, his expression unusually still.

You stand next to him close enough that your shoulders brush. "What are you thinking about?"

He takes his time before answering. "Everything. Nothing."

Classic Minho.

But then he glances at you, and something flickers in his eyes - softer, quieter.

"You know, stars take millions of years to reach us," he says. "They're long gone, but we still see their light."

You blink, unsure where he's going with this.

"It's weird," he adds. "Sometimes I think... if i vanished tomorrow, would people still feel me, like that?"

You turn to face him. "I would."

That catches him off guard. His eyes meet yours in the dark, wide and vulnerable for once. A few seconds pass like this. Then he shifts slightly, putting his hand on yours on the railing. "Stay until it gets cold?"

You nod, and neither of you talk much after that. The stars say enough.

Changbin: The shy knight of the Yule Ball

You spot him across the Great Hall, tugging at the collar of his dress robes like it's trying to strangle him. The room is glittering - charmed snow falling from the enchanted ceiling, golden light dancing over hundreds of floating candles. The music swells, and students begin pairing off onto the floor.

Changbin, however, is frozen.

You cross the room, weaving between couples and professors, until you're standing in front of him. "You look amazing."

He blushes. "I feel like a toddler wrapped in curtains."

You laugh and offer your hand. "Then let's make you the best-dressed toddler on the floor."

He stares for a second, clearly fighting a thousand internal voices, then takes your hand - wram, callused, steady.

You start swaying, slow and uncertain. Changbin mumbles, "I don't know how to dance."

"Good," you smile. "Neither do I."

But as the music floats around you, your steps fall into rhythm. His hands stay gentle on your waist, his eyes flickering nervously to your face every few seconds.

"You know," he says, "I was scared you'd go with someone else. Someone cooler."

You tilt your head. "Why would I want someone cooler when I've got you?"

Hyunjin: Secrets by the Black Lake

The afternoon sun drapes golden light across the Black Lake. Hyunjin is already there when you arrive, sketchbook in his lap, shoes kicked off beside him.

He doesn't look up when you sit next to him, but he smiles. "Took you long enough"

You peek over at his drawing - it's the lake, the squid's tentacle peeking out of the water, and tiny students lounging on the far bank. It's soft, peaceful, full of movement.

You don't speak for a while. The breeze flutters through your hair. The water ripples like it's humming to itself. And beside you, Hyunjin keeps sketching.

Then he quietly flips to a new page.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Drawing something I can't look at directly," he says. "Because if I stare too long, I'll never be able to look away."

You glance at him. "That makes no sense."

But then he turns the page toward you - a soft sketch of you, half-finished, half-stolen glances. The way you sit, the way you smile when you don't know he's watching.

Your breath catches.

"You're annoying," you mumble, smiling despite yourself.

He grins. "But you like it."

Han: I solemnly swear

You found him in the common room, cross-legged on the floor, grinning like he'd just won the Triwizard Tournament.

"Look what I just found," Jisung whispered, holding out a worn bit of parchment.

You looked at him sceptical. "Did your owl chew on your homework and then spit it back out again?"

"What? No, just watch," he said exasperated.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

Ink bloomed across the page - moving dots, secret corridors, the entire castle unfolding like a living puzzle.

Your jaw dropped. "Is that...?

"The Marauder's Map," he beamed.

That night, the two of you huddled together under candlelight, watching the castle's secrets dance across the page. You caught him tracing your name with his thumb.

"You're gonna rub the ink off," you teased.

He smirked. "Maybe I just like seeing us side by side"

And somehow, from then on, your dots always seemed to wander toward each other.

Felix: The smell of Amortentia

The moment Professor Slughorn uncovered the Amortentia cauldron, Felix leaned in far too quickly.

He blinked, sniffed again, then blinked harder.

"Okay. That's not fair."

You tilted your head. "What?"

He looked at you like you were the problem.

"You're standing too close. The only thing I smell is freshly baked cookies and your perfume."

You raised an eyebrow. "I'm not even wearing perfume today... Wait, your Amortentia smells like cookies and me?"

He froze. "I.. No... I mean... Maybe?"

You couldn't help laughing. "Busted."

He groaned, tugging his robes over his face. "Why does magic have to expose me like this?"

Later, as you gathered your notes, you whispered, "For the record... mine smelled like brownies, coffee and your sweaters."

He stopped.

Then, grinning wide, he said, "Guess we're both doomed."

Seungmin: Quiet corners and close hearts

You meet in the library after lunch, your usual corner table already stacked with books. Seungmin's scribbling something into his notes when you sit down, then glances up with his usual unimpressed expression.

"You're late."

"It's Saturday."

"Excuses."

But he nudges your favourite flavour of sugar quill toward you anyway, and you know he's not really mad.

You study in comfortable silence. Occasionally he corrects your sentences or points out a spelling mistake with maddening precision. You retaliate by stealing his quill or doodling small hearts on the edge of his parchment.

Eventually, your feet bump under the table and stay there.

"I like this," you say quietly. "Not the studying. Just... being here. With you."

Seungmin doesn't look up from his notes, but you see the smallest twitch of his lips.

"I know," he says.

A pause

"I like it too."

Jeongin: Butterbeer, scarves and snowflakes in Hogsmeade

The snow crunches under your boots as you follow Jeongin into Hogsmeade, breath clouding the air between you. He's bundled up in three scarves - two of which you suspect he stole from his dormmates - and dragging you by the hand toward the Three Broomsticks.

"I've been waiting for this all week," he says.

"Because you love butterbeer?"

"Because I love you in a wool hat," he replies without missing a beat, grinning.

You roll your eyes, but your face feels warm despite the chilly wind. Inside, the pub is toasty and loud, lit by lanterns and alive with chatter. You find a small table hid in a corner, order two hot butterbeers, and huddle close together, watching snow fall through the frosted window.

At some point, he leans forward, face resting in one palm, watching you intently.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing," he says, smiling shyly. "Just... I'm glad it's you."

You bump his knee under the table. "You're kind of sappy today"

Later, you walk back toward the castle, the sky pink with the setting sun. He pulls you closer and murmurs under his scarves, "We're doing this again next year. '

You smile. "Every year."

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #han x reader #in x reader #stray kids x hogwarts

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lightsoutsunshine · 3 days ago

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𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏

Sebastian/Farmer | Established Sam/Farmer | Hints of Sam/Sebastian

word count: 3k

summary: Sam’s got a kink, a wonderful girlfriend, and a best friend who are willing to help him realize his fantasy of being cucked. repost from my old blog

WARNINGS: MDNI, afab!farmer, consensual cuckolding, filming, dom/sub dynamics, use of “daddy”, “slut”, “whore” and “cuck”, m!receiving oral, squirting, creampie, f!receiving oral, cumeating, exhibitionism, degradation/humiliation, denial, choking/gagging, sam/seb content, three bisexuals enjoying sex in a living room, sdv has something like snapchat okay?, barely proofread

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You don’t think he’s serious the first time it’s brought up. Mostly because Sam had brought it up after hanging out with his best friend, and casually teased that it looked like you wanted to fuck Sebastian. A joke you’d heard before and had even shot back at your boyfriend on a few occasions- it was funny, that’s why you didn’t believe it to be anything more than a joke.

So you’re surprised when Sam brings it up again the next morning. He’d cooked you a lovely breakfast, coffee made just right and toast not burnt, which wasn’t necessarily suspicious but made much more sense when he asked a question you weren’t expecting.

“You know what cuckolding is?”

You did, but you had no clue where this conversation was going to go should you confirm. So you look up at your increasingly nervous boyfriend, hands submerged in the sink as you continue to wash the plate in your hand, mumbling a soft “yeah” as he nods down at you.

“Do you have any thoughts on it?”

“No, but I’m starting to get the vibe that you do.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, a wet hand moving to the back of his neck in a nervous habit. “I- uh, I do. Wanted to ask how you felt about having sex with Seb so you could make me your cuck.”

The plate falls from your hands, sinking to the bottom of the porcelain with a soft thud as you just stare at him. Fuck his best friend in front of him, set the scene for Sam to get willingly cuckolded and fulfill a fantasy of his? A fantasy you didn’t know he had, and you’d been dating for a couple years. This was a lot for seven in the morning.

“We so totally don’t have to, I haven’t asked Seb anything, since I wanted to talk to you first and if you weren’t okay, then-“

“Sam relax!” You chide gently, drying your hands as he takes over washing your plate. “Please, babe, calm down.”

“You think I’m a freak.”

“Always have, baby, but I love it.” The assurance has him looking less nervous, but you can tell he needs a bit more reassurance. “I’ll fuck Seb if he’s down. But we gotta talk about boundaries and stuff too.”

“I’d personally want to see him absolutely wreck you, baby. Like, whatever he wants as long as you’ll allow it.”

You didn’t mean now, but you supposed any time was a good time to have this kind of conversation since Sam had opened the door, brought you inside, and you locked it behind you both when you had agreed to the idea.

Which leads you to Sebastian. You needed to talk to Robin about a home renovation anyway, then popped downstairs to where Sebastian was hard at work. Or deep into a game. His focus face was the same either way so it was difficult to tell but based on the time of day, you’d assume it was work.

“Hey, Seb?”

“Hey, give me a second and I’ll be able to give you my full attention.”

It’s a standard Sebastian greeting, one that has you sitting down in the other chair at his desk and enjoying the time off your feet. He’s humming as he types away, and you look up at the ceiling while planning the rest of your afternoon before your dinner date with Sam. You’d need to stop by Pierre’s and check the crab pots in the river on your way home, probably some extra time in the barn with the goats before taking a shower.

“Alright, what’s up?”

“We need to talk about Sam,” you start, looking at Sebastian as he looks at you. “He’s got this fantasy and I need your help.”

“He said you’d be by. Couple days later than I expected, though.” You’re going to let that slide, leaning back in the chair as he watches you. “But yeah I’m happy to help you cuck him. Did he tell you about the two thoughts?”

You nod; having been told that Sam would love to be surprised with a video in addition to the actual sitting and watching you fuck his best friend, meaning that you’d have sex with Sebastian twice. And while you’re not sure this won’t end on a weird note, you’re still open and excited for what was to come. Sebastian was very attractive, getting a pass to have sex with him was a gift you wouldn’t turn down even if the circumstances were unexpected.

“We can get part one done now, if you’re not busy,” he offers, pushing his chair back a bit and putting his hand over the bulge in his pants. “Surprise your boyfriend with a cute video of you sucking my dick?”

You agree without hesitation, sliding from your seat while requesting that he not get any of his cum in your hair since you had other things to do that day.

“Gonna choke on it like you choke on Sam’s?”

“What don’t you two talk about?” you ask as you kneel in front of him, sighing when Sebastian tells you that there isn’t a single secret between the two men. The only thing Sebastian doesn’t know is if you have any kinks that aren’t some of Sam’s, but those are things that can be discussed later. Not when you’re working together to push his pants down to free his semi-erect dick and he’s reaching for his phone so he can record the event.

“If it’s too much, tap my thigh or something, alright?”

At the notification stating there was a message from Sebastian, Sam halts his cleaning around the house to see what it was. He’s giddy when he sees it’s a photo, quickly opening it to see what was there only to almost drop his phone when he sees his darling girlfriend with Sebastian's balls in her mouth, shaft resting on her face, with the caption: Sure she’s only yours?

But he needs more, and they come in small chunks that have him literally praying that there’s a full recording that he’ll get. The POV of his girlfriend taking another cock in her mouth and gagging around it, having her head held in place by Sebastian’s large hand until she was struggling to breathe and leaving a mess behind when she came up for air. Sebastian calling her a messy little slut before telling her to clean up her mess makes Sam harder than he anticipated, his hand going into his pants to try and relieve some of the ache as he waits for the next one to come in. The third comes in a couple minutes later, and he smiles when he sees her gently kissing the tip of Sebastian’s cock before slowly taking it into her mouth, while Sebastian requests that she suck him “like she sucked her little boyfriend”. No caption on that one, but that was more than okay. She looked so good with cock in her mouth, and he knows that she’ll look just as good when it’s his own cock as soon as she gets home.

But then he has to wait for the next one - hoping there would be another one. Standing in the middle of the living room, cock in one hand, phone in the other as the broom rests forgotten against his chest. Edging himself is difficult when he could replay the videos he’d gotten, but if he’s going to get a cumshot video (Seb said he’d try) he’d want to cum to that.

It’s much longer than he’d like, but when he does receive the video he’s waiting for, it’s enough to have him spilling in his hand as he watches Sebastian cum in his girlfriend’s mouth with a hearty groan before he pulls out and tells her to show her boyfriend how good she is. And she does, opening her mouth to show off the cum sitting on her tongue before Sebastian sticks his thumb in her mouth and tells her to swallow, and the smile on her face when he pulls his thumb out and calls her a good girl. The caption?

Make sure you give our girl a good kiss for me bro.

And now Sam had to wash his hands and wipe his cum from the hardwood of the farmhouse. His lady farmer was very particular about her hardwood staying in top shape.

It’s only a couple weeks before part two comes to fruition, which took a fair amount of planning between you and Sebastian. More in depth discussion about hard limits, finding a free evening where there wasn’t a hangout or family dinner planned, and waiting for the emergency contraceptive to be delivered by mail. Once everything was in place, Sebastian came over for dinner.

Sam must’ve known what was about to transpire after dinner, because he could barely sit still through the meal. You only sip your wine with a smile, looking at Sebastian as he looked at you.

“I think we should watch a movie,” Sebastian states, and you nod with a smile as Sam deflates a little bit. “But I’ll help with dishes first.”

“No, it’s all good. I’ll clean up, you two go get a movie started.” The instruction from Sam has you nodding, letting him top off your glass before he shoos you and Sebastian from the kitchen and towards the living room. A couple DVDs are pulled from the shelf and put on the coffee table, but neither you nor Sebastian put any effort into actually picking a movie. You wouldn’t be watching it anyway. And you think it might’ve been the wine, but there was something different about the way Sebastian was looking at you tonight.

It’s only a few minutes before Sam is sitting beside you on the couch, curious why nothing was playing until Sebastian tells him that you were waiting for him to pick. And he does, pushing the disc into the player before he settles beside you with an arm around your shoulders. About five minutes into the movie you shift, leaning more into Sam but draping one of your legs across Sebastian’s lap. You’d worn a skirt with no panties to ensure easy access for him, and bit your lip when you felt his finger trail up your already wet slit to your clit.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Sebastian murmurs, drawing Sam’s attention to where his friend’s hand was up your skirt. “Boyfriend right there and you’re dripping wet for me. Sammy not do it for you anymore?”

You can only grin, letting Sebastian pull you closer but push you back so you were laying on Sam’s lap. Your skirt is pushed up, giving a clear view of Sebastian’s hand moving as his fingers fuck your pussy, and you can feel Sam’s erection stir beneath your head as his hand pets your head. You can tell he wants to move, relocate to the armchair where he can get a clear view of what Sebastian was about to do to you, so you take a hold of his shirt as you look up at him.

“You’ll stay here.”

“But babe, I-”

“Cucks don’t get to cum, Sam.” Your tone is firm despite the smile on your face, and that has him nodding with a pink face as Sebastian pulls his hoodie and tshirt off. You take your shirt off as Sebastian gets out of his pants, and you bite your lip as he comes to stand before you. Your mouth opens as soon as he commands it, his hand pushing Sam’s away so he can hold you in one spot to fuck your face.

“If I feel teeth, I’ll spank that cute little pussy ‘til you’re sobbing.” You hum your acknowledgement around his cock, aware that Sam has fished his phone out of his pocket to try and record. The way Sebastian is bent over the two of you might make that difficult, but your concern is the thick length punching against the back of your throat as his grip on your hair tightens. “She’s an obedient little whore, how come you haven’t tamed her yet Sammy? Aside from the obvious.”

Sam doesn’t have an answer, and Sebastian pauses with his hips pressed to your face and carefully tilts Sam’s head back by his chin so he’d look up at him.

“If you’re a good little cuck, maybe you can suck my cock tonight, too.” And he’s pulling back, giving you a chance to breathe but tapping your cheek with his spit slick cock before he moves to settle between your legs. “But I can only handle one slut at a time, and she's my priority.”

“He’s used to coming in second,” you add, smiling when Sebastian leans in to kiss you as he pushes into your cunt. You’d had sex with Sam earlier in the day, so the stretch wasn’t as brutal as it could have been, but you know Sebastian is reveling in your discomfort at his size. He’d warned you that he could be mean, a bit masochistic, and here you were.

“Oh, am I bigger than your little boyfriend? Stretching your pussy more than you’ve ever had to hurts?”

“You’ve seen it,” you remind, looking up at Sam as Sebastian starts moving. “You know you’re bigger, Seb.”

“Wanted to hear you say it, honey. Now I want you to shut up and look at your boyfriend as I make you cum with my big dick.”

And you do, looking up at Sam’s awestruck expression as Sebastian fucks you roughly. Your shoulders scrape against the denim of his jeans as you rub against his thigh with every thrust. You’ve seen this look of adoration before, never once thinking that he’d be able to look at you like that while he watches you take his best friend’s cock, but seeing this helps you feel better about how this would end. Definitely not weird considering how into this both he and Sebastian were.

“Gonna cum already?” He asks, stopping when you nod. He fucks you harder, hand rubbing your clit furiously as you beg him for more. “Show your boyfriend how hard you cum for me.”

You know the men are just as surprised as you are when you squirt, wailing Sebastian’s name as you do while Sam lets out a “holy shit” and Sebastian just grins at you. That took a lot out of you, but that doesn’t bother Sebastian as he fucks you through it and continues to fuck into you.

“Cute little whore pussy squirting for Daddy. You know who owns you and your pussy, isn’t that right?”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper, hand gripping the back of the couch for some kind of stability as his thrusts increase in force.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours! It’s your pussy!”

“Who am I, baby? Who owns this pussy?”

“You, Daddy!” There’s a slap to your pussy that has your eyes rolling back, Sebastian’s hands gripping your hips as he nears his own end. “Please cum in my pussy Daddy!”

“After I put a load in you, your little cuck can eat it out and thank me for giving you such a big load.” You nod at the suggestion, biting your lip as it started to become too much. He was close, the flush creeping up his chest as his rhythm started to get more sloppy. “Fuck, gonna cum. Get on the floor, cuck, you can have some of my cum too.”

Sam moves quicker than you’d expect, and your head drops to the couch just as Sebastian’s hips still against yours and you feel the familiar warmth that was ropes of cum shooting into your pussy. A wave of his hand has Sam scooting closer, and you watch with vested interest as Sam opens his mouth for Sebastian. He had to have sucked a dick before, and you’re going to ask about that later, since right now you’re enamored by how eagerly he takes Sebastian’s dick into his mouth to clean it off as Sebastian had instructed.

Then Sam is watching you as Sebastian pulls you to sit in his lap. His cum is starting to drip from your pussy, but one crooked finger from Sebastian has Sam closing in like a starved man. The soft frenzy of Sam’s tongue at your opening was such a nice contrast to the harsh smack of Sebastian’s skin against yours, you can’t help but push your hand into his hair to bring him closer to your cunt so you can push for more contact. Sebastian whispering in your ear that you were in charge eggs you on in the best way, and his fingers on your clit bring a soft moan out of you that has Sam humming into your pussy.

“So good, Sam,” you mumble, leaning back against Sebastian as you continue to grind against the blonde’s face. You were close already, and you knew Sebastian could tell based on how he rubs your clit faster. “Fuck, s’good.”

“The cuck can make her cum, whaddya know?” Sebastian teases, moving his fingers from your clit when your body tenses in his arms and gently massaging your sides as Sam eats you through it. Sebastian kisses your cheek before he moves you to the space beside him, mumbling something about getting home before it gets too late that has you reaching for his arm to stop him from getting up.

“You should stay,” you mumble to Sebastian, looking down at Sam who nods his agreement while wiping at his mouth. “We want you to stay.”

“Shower and snuggle, dude.” Sam adds, carefully standing from where he was knelt in front of the couch before offering his hand to Sebastian to bring him to his feet. “After what you just did with us, we can make you a good breakfast.”

“Shower and snuggle,” Sebastian echoes, offering his hand to you as Sam does and murmuring “up you go, sweetheart” as they pull you to your feet. You would all be sleeping really well tonight, and you’re happy that Sebastian agreed to stay.

Having him around was always nice and maybe Daddy would come back to visit you and Sam.

#sdv sam x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sam x farmer #sdv sebastian x farmer #sambastian #sdv smut #sdv sam smut #sdv sebastian smut #sdv fanfiction #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic

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i-nssomniia · 2 days ago

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Can we get smut of Joker dealing w a reader on her ovulation phase🥀

Could you help me?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader 18+

Tags: SMUT, in the locker room, ovulation!Reader, sperm inside

Note: ovulation spares no one, bro

@shintaru @sylith @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii

"Damn it.." you mutter to yourself as you look at your boyfriend's body, dressed only in a sweat shirt and shorts. or rather, his muscles, which sweat from strength training when he trains.

you just decided to meet him after training, when you finished all your business, but you came before he finished. Normally, it wouldn't have caused a problem looking at the rest of his training. But you're so horny right now. Do you know if you should blame your ovulation or the fact that he seemed so sexy right now?

your eyes are focused on his muscles, the way they move as he moves his arms, his throat as he swallows, all these thoughts that he could squeeze your thighs and take you right there in the gym so hard that you don't notice his gaze when he looks at you.

"Is something wrong?" he says it with a slight sigh, lowering the barbell to the floor, running his hand through his hair, and it's just this sight that makes you catch your breath, leaving you speechless.

of course, Joker notices this, takes steps towards you, leans over your sitting figure on the bench, when you look only at him, puts his hand on your forehead as if to check your temperature and will remain with a silent question in his eyes.

you squeeze your thighs together when he squats in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs, circling them. you swallow, trying to moisten your throat to say at least something, "I'm fine.."

but this answer doesn't satisfy him, and he doesn't move away, staying here next to you as you scan his body, his T-shirt sticking to him from sweat, and you stop at his shorts, "I'm just thinking about what you could do..."

you don't finish your sentence, awkwardly fidgeting in front of him, trying to cope with the arousal that weighs on your mind, making you forget that there are other people in the room as you stare at Joker, thinking about how he could fuck you right now, "you could take me"

the words come out without shame or embarrassment, even if your cheeks are a little red as you look at his face, his grip on your thigh slides, tightens, and sends a jolt of arousal through your body. When you started dating him, you didn't think you could be this needy, especially when you're ovulating.

he has always seen how you become too needy on certain days. the will of touch becomes longer, more intimate, the gaze is fixed only on him.

"..What?" he asks, trying to process your words as he sits in front of you. You could say he looks confused and taken aback by your sudden request, "I'm saying I want you to take me. help me. right now"

you touch his hand on your thigh, moving it a little higher, feeling a slight tremor in his body, "right now?" you nod at his question, looking at him as if he were the most incredible sight in the room, which he is.

he blinks a couple of times, looks around, notices a few people nearby, and takes your hand to stand up and lead you towards the locker rooms. what was the chance of getting caught? but it doesn't seem to bother you much when you look at his broad back and feel his hot skin on your hand.

you don't even look around the locker room when he walks in, immediately leaning into his body, grabbing the fabric of his shirt in your hands, reaching up on your toes to touch his lips. it's too fast, too blurry, and you're in desperate need.

you moan into his mouth, throwing your leg over his hip, which he immediately catches as he pushes you against the metal lockers in the back, trapping you with his large body, kissing you back with his tongue, like a dirty man.

you push into his hips, trying to find closer contact, feeling the bulge in his pants as his dick twitches and rises to the feeling of your body against him, the feeling of your hands sliding under his shirt, scratching his skin with your nails.

"you need too much" he breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, to lean down to your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth, sucking and licking, leaving you breathless "fuck, Joker–"

you push your hips against his, slide your hand to the waistband of his shorts, slipping your fingers under the fabric to touch him as he breathes into your skin, clenching his teeth harder as you grab his cock in your hand, "oh, baby–" he helps you pull the waistband of his shorts and underwear down. his cock twitches, responding to every touch as you wrap your hand around it, running your fingers from the tip to the base and back again, spreading the pre-cum.

he swallows, his hands move to your waist, releasing your thigh, squeezing it a few times, as if he's trying to come to his senses and understand what's happening, and he slides down, removing your pants, "you're so wet, and I haven't even touched you" His rough fingers run through your folds as your underwear is pulled down.

a couple of moves on them as he rubs your clit, making you gasp, feeling too hot and stuffy as he grabs your hips, lifting you up. Joker holds you so tightly as he looks down, pressing his cock closer to you, and you tilt your head back, resting it on the cold metal of the cabinets behind you. "I won't ask if you're ready"

he doesn't do that, he immediately moves inside you, expanding your tight walls, stretching your wet pussy with his dick, "Fuck, Joker, –yes!"

You grab his shoulders like you're trying to peel his skin off as he sinks into your tight pussy, slowly and unhurriedly, holding your hips, bending them, and getting closer until he's hitting the base of you.

"You're fucking tight—too tight for my dick" he starts moving, taking his time with the rhythm, slapping his hips against yours with a dull slap, "Fuck, fuck, Joker!–" he's so big in your pussy as you wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him in deeper, holding onto his shoulders with your nails.

"are you so wet because you're so turned on just by the sight of me?" he grins, speeding up the pace, thrusting his cock inside you harder, making you roll your eyes, bringing his mouth closer to your ear, "such a needy princess for me with this pussy that accepts me too well"

"please– I need-d.. so much!" you don't even know what you wanted to say to him, you just gasp for air when he sticks into you faster, "fuck, that's it!"

and all sense of shame was lost, even the thought of someone interrupting you, finding him fucking you in the locker room, pressing you against the walls of the lockers, was no more. only him, him, his size, his dick moving inside you without any preparation, and again, his dick.

"Fuck! Yes! cum in me- ah!" you gasp when he hits his hips faster, harder, the sound of slapping is too loud in this locker room, and honestly, your body is so on edge that you're ready to come, but you know you won't be satisfied until you have another round.

Joker pushes your legs wider apart, his mouth is on your neck, feels you scratching his back, fucks you pulling your cunt onto his dick, "take from me–"

he digs his hands into your thighs, feels you shaking and squeezing him, drooling that runs down his chin, raises his head to grab your mouth, biting your bottom lip.

"J-Joker!– Fuck!" you can't even speak directly when his cock hits you again, making you cum, clenching around him to pull him deeper as he slaps his hips against yours until you feel his cum, "yes, baby, like this, –just like that"

he continues to move inside, pouring into your wet pussy, making you drip and drip onto the floor, "take everything I have to give" his eyes look down as he slows down, almost pulling out of you, slowly thrusting his dick back in, hitting your base with his balls, and watching as the cum flows out of you onto the floor.

He still holds you in his arms, taking his time to set you back down, squeezing your thighs, enjoying the sight of him using you as his personal cum filler.

and it looks so good that as soon as he puts you back on your feet, he turns you around, grabbing your hair to push your face into the cold metal of the cabinet and thrust your hips against his, sliding his dick between your buttocks.

"I'm going to fill you up again, are you okay with that?" his words sound more like a fact than a question.

You've been so needy today that having a second round sounds more like a blessing than a threat. And you're damn happy that he indulges you and your need during ovulation.

and the people outside the locker room will have to wait a little longer, because you weren't very quiet inside when he was stretching your pussy around his dick again.

pussy - that small dirty mediator through which communication with a woman takes place

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#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker one-shots #windbreaker sabbath #sabbath crew #windbreaker joker #joker windbreaker #joker x reader #park hajun #windbreaker hajun #hajun x reader #anon ask #anon #inbox #ask box

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geniuscloud · 2 days ago

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The Memories That Bind Us | Lee Minho (SKZ) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Humour.

Lee Minho x Reader

Non Idol AU!

Warnings: Swearing, Verbal Fighting, and a bit of suggestive humour.

Summary: Lee Minho and Y/N were childhood best friends who slowly began to fall in love after high school. However, the history that made them so strong also became their weakness as Y/N began to feel like Minho didn't love her romantically, but rather was just used to her. After a huge fight leading to their break up, they are now forcefully brought together again at the singles table of their University friend's wedding. Add a little rain and an adorable cat named Bubbles, will Minho and Y/N be able to navigate the romantic tension that still lies between them?

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Author Note: Hello! This is my first time writing a Stray Kids fanfiction and my first fanfiction I've written in a LONG time. So it's been quite awhile! I hope you're all able to enjoy and feel free to leave any suggestions or comments. I really love feedback, even if it is criticism. I haven't had a chance to fully write a story since COVID started, so I'm happy to pick up this hobby again. Please note that this isn't beta(?) read or edited. So please ignore them. I'm so sorry. I'm incredibly lazy! Thank you again!

PS. The physical structure of the story got a bit messed up, but oh well...

------------ “Hi! Can I see your invitation please?” a younger blonde girl squeaked from behind the decorated table filled with a seating chart and goodie bags. Y/N fumbled with the envelope before handing it over to the young woman whilst her lips folded into a thin line in an attempt to smile. It was incredibly awkward going to weddings alone now, especially when it was within their large friend group. She knew she was overthinking it, but she couldn’t help but feel like people were gawking at her when she showed up for the ceremony and the reception without a date. She knew deep down that her friends didn’t care if she had a plus one or not, but she couldn’t help but perceive the looks as judgmental because the close knit of friends in attendance all knew about the break up.

“Okay! So you’ll be sitting at table 13. You should see your name card on the table. It’s important that you don’t switch seats as the meal is pre-fixed and will coincide with what you selected during your RSVP.” Y/N peered down at the seating chart the young blonde was pointing to, her finger barely hiding the “singles table” in microscopic swirly handwriting. She held in a sigh, opting to thank the girl instead and headed into the reception hall. The table was draped in a navy tablecloth and nestled into the far right corner which was closest to the open bar. Six seats sat around the table with only three of them occupied currently. Finding her place card quickly she glanced over at the three people sitting at or standing next by their assigned seat.

“Oh hi Y/N!”

“Hannah? Oh my God, I didn’t even recognize you. You’re so grown up?” Y/N smiled before holding her arms out for a gentle hug.

“Thank you, it’s been awhile since we last saw each other huh?”

“Yeah like… what? Two years or so?”

“I think so. It’s been hectic since I got into university, especially since moving abroad didn’t make traveling back and forth easy,” Hannah chuckled.

“Oh. Are you sitting here by the way?”

“Yeah! I actually have a plus one though, so it’s a little strange that we’re sitting here, but I guess they just didn’t want to separate a lot of the families since a couple people brought their kids. But anyways… We’ve gotta head out for a bit. We’ll catch up later, yeah?” Hannah grabbed the hand of the tall guy who was leaning against the chair, giving one last small wave and mouthing a “see ya” before dashing off towards the exit.

Y/N eyes fell onto the man sitting beside her spot. She could recognize his side profile instantly considering she spent the last three years prior sleeping next to it. Minho’s black hair laid softly on his head in slight curls and barely covered his eyes. He looked over his shoulder and met her gaze. She couldn’t help but notice the slight padding on his shoulders of his black suit jacket made him look even broader than before.

“Hey,” he gently greeted.

“Hi…”

She took a seat next to him and placed her elbows on the table, leaning forward and looking around the hall for faces she knew. Hoping that someone would come to her rescue after seeing the situation that was quickly unfolding.

“You look beautiful in that dress,” Minho uttered again. He leaned forward and put his head into her sightline, trying to draw her attention to him.

“Thanks. Um- you look good too.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as she made it so blatantly obvious she was looking for someone to get her out of the situation. “You don’t need to avoid me.”

“What? I’m not avoiding-”

He raised an eyebrow at her. The problem with being best friends and then turning into romantic partners is that they can read you like a book. Minho knew every little quirk and habit she has. Y/N sunk down into her chair a little embarrassed. “Yeah you’re right. I’m being silly… Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I was just hoping you’d at least be willing to talk as friends since it’s been almost seven months since we last saw each other.”

Another blow to her ego. Minho was always so calm and collected even in the most tense of times. It didn’t seem like it had been that long, but it truly had been seven months since Minho packed his stuff and moved out. It felt weird knowing the last time they spoke to each other it was when he handed her the key to their shared house. His voice still echoed in her mind when he mumbled with defeat, “I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.”

“You’re right. We were friends for so long. I can’t see why we can’t at least be civil for the sake of our friends. The last thing I want is our drama ruining their wedding.” Y/N forced herself to relax before cracking a more genuine smile. “So, are you actually here alone or did they just set you and your plus one here like they did with Hannah?”

Minho chuckled, “No, I'm actually here alone as well. There’s another guy here too who’s sitting across from us, but he’s quite a bit older than us. I think he’s a distant relative of the bride or something. So unfortunately you’re stuck with me if you’re looking for a dance.”

“Hey, I don’t discriminate against my dance partners! Maybe I want to dance with an older man?” she playfully replied.

“Darling, he’s got a cane and a hip replacement. I don’t think he’ll be looking for a dance tonight.” Minho’s smile widened before taking a sip of his wine. She almost didn’t catch the slip of the pet name that fell from his lips, but it made her heart do a flip in her chest. How easily he could pull her guard down with a single smile made her irritated but a bigger part of her just missed him. She tried to stuff down that feeling and think rationally. Maybe we really can be friends again? She thought to herself.

“Yeah whatever… Just focus on the dinner. The plates are coming out soon.”

The night continued on without an issue. Luckily Minho wasn’t interested in pushing any boundaries and behaved like he used to. His introverted behaviour was sometimes a blessing in moments like these because while he was playful, he also was a little more quiet and not willing to try to start something that could potentially cause a scene. He was level headed when it mattered most and that was something she admired, but was also a reason it felt like sometimes he just didn’t care or wasn’t interested. However, the two of them continued to chat throughout the dinner. Catching each other up with their lives and making a few jokes here and there. Nobody could deny that their chemistry still existed even if they would just pass it off as friendly.

Y/N watched as the newly married couple started their first dance and then slowly more people began to join them on the floor as the songs continued to change and the beats began to liven up the night. She looked out across the dance floor longingly, wondering why none of their university friends were making the effort to chat or invite her to dance with the group. Every time one of them would look towards the table, they’d see Minho behind her and just give some casual pleasantries before continuing to have fun with the rest of the party. Some friends they are…

“Y/N, did you want to dance?” Minho’s voice peaked up from behind her as he extended his hand.

“Nah it’s okay. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I’m offering. I can see the way you keep staring at everyone dancing and how badly you want to be up there.”

She held her clutch a little tighter while debating for a split second if she should accept the invitation. “I guess maybe a dance or two wouldn’t hurt.” Y/N placed her hand in his before rising to her feet. He tugged on her hand a little harder, pulling her over towards the floor in a quick dash, settling right in the middle of the crowd. A few of their friends glanced over at them with a smile as Minho gave one last gentle tug on her waist and pulled her in closer.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine… and thank you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know how much I love dancing after all. This was for my own benefit” he smirked sarcastically.

“Oh really? And what benefit is that?”

“I get to dance with the most beautiful woman at this wedding and everyone here gets to look at me and think how lucky is he?”

Y/N heart flipped in her chest for the second time that night. “Minho…”

“Let’s just dance. Okay?”

His right hand sat on her waist while the other continued to hold her hand as they stepped in time with the beat. There was some comfortable silence that hung in the air as they continued to look into each other's eyes. While they weren’t verbally conversing, his softening eyes said more than words could. He couldn’t look away, even when Y/N would shyly avert her eyes to an object or person nearby, he kept focusing on the face in front of him.

I love you Y/N… he thought to himself. Wishing he could say it to her right then and there, but he knew the consequences of his actions could risk this moment he had with her.

The truth was Minho never really knew how to express his feelings. He always knew his one fatal flaw was that he never was good with his emotions or expressing the intimate parts of himself. In the three years of dating he could count the amount of times he said “I love you” on one hand. Physical affection and expressing his true feelings were not easy for him and he thought Y/N understood that. Unfortunately, it appeared he was wrong. He already pushed himself a lot when it came to physical affection in their relationship. Holding hands, cuddling, kissing, etc. didn’t come naturally to him. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy it, but it was difficult for him to initiate it. It didn’t mean he loved her any less or that he wasn’t attracted to her. It just wasn’t instinctual to him. Instead he has to actively remind himself to try to be more affectionate, especially when his partner thrived so much on physical touch. His love language was more towards quality time or acts of service. He always thought to grab her little snacks while he was out, even if he knew they were going to be apart for most of the day, or would make extra time in the mornings to make sure they ate a meal together. It was little things like that which he tried his best to show his love towards her, but perhaps it just wasn’t enough.

Now in this moment he knew he didn’t want this opportunity to pass by. He needed to make some type of move to get Y/N back in his life again. Even if they were just going to remain as friends, he needed to find a way to get her to open back up to him and create that line of communication. If that meant being by her side as she moves on with her life, so be it, but he couldn’t lose the most important person in his life. Especially since it ended over some silly miscommunication and conflict in personality types.

“Y/N can we talk?”

“Right now?” she asked, a little puzzled.

“I mean… not right now, but maybe soon. I want to apologize for what happened between us and I wanted to see if there was any chance that you’d be willing to even consider going back to being friends.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I should have been more understanding and stopped trying to force some kind of fairy tale expectations on us. It was naive of me.” This time her smile wasn’t genuine. There was pain behind her eyes but she wasn’t going to let it slip. Her eyes glanced down to their feet so he couldn’t read her face. She had already been humiliated enough today and she didn’t need Minho to see how much he still had an effect on her.

“I do need to apologize though. I didn’t realize how much I was letting you down and I just… I miss you.” Minho tried his best to convey his thoughts even if they were a little nerve wracking to say out loud. He could feel her body tense in his hands as he continued to grip her waist through the rest of the dance.

“I miss you too,” Y/N mumbled just barely above a whisper. “Um- maybe we should have that talk. Maybe somewhere a little more private? I think we’re starting to get some looks.”

The two of them walked in silence over to the outdoor patio connected to the large venue. It had a small flower garden and a couple stone benches, but at least it was secluded from the rest of the wedding guests. The gentle breeze was just enough to send a chill down Y/N spine as her bare arms were nipped by the cold. A little shiver erupted in response. It was just enough for Minho to notice and swifty pull his suit jacket off before draping it over her exposed skin. The residual heat and cologne from his jacket engulfed her like a familiar hug.

“Oh. It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold either.”

“It’s fine. I’m warm anyways,” he shrugged. He sat down beside her on the stone bench just barely giving space between the two of them. “Am I being a little too much?”

“No. No, it's fine. It just feels kinda strange. You know? It still feels like us but there’s this weird barrier in-between that never was there before.”

“Yeah I kinda get what you mean,” his voice trailed off. “ Um- I don’t want to force you to talk about things, but I just wanted to ask, are you doing okay?”

“In what way?”

“Like… are you eating well? Are you still living at the house? Is everything okay at work?”

She huffed out a little chuckle at his concern. “I’m doing fine and work is… well… work. But yeah, I am still at the house. My parents just recently moved the property into my name so it’s officially mine now. Not extremely thrilled that I’m paying a mortgage now, but I can’t complain. I literally own a house in this economy.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’m happy for you” he said with zero attempts to sound convincing.

“Are you okay?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched Minho begin to emotionally battle with himself.

“Can I just talk to you for a moment as my friend? Pretend like none of this happened for like five minutes and just go back to when we were best friends. I really need you for a bit.”

“Yeah. Go for it.” She could tell by Minho’s frustrated expression that something was eating away at him and maybe just slipping back into the way they used to be could at least open a line of communication.

“I really fucked up. A couple months ago I lost someone who was really special to me and it’s been bothering me ever since. I really let her down and made them feel like I didn’t care about our relationship. It’s just hard for me to be that mushy type of person. However, the longer I’ve been alone I realized now that I was just letting her bend over backwards to adapt to me. I let her feel insecure and in the moment she needed reinforcement the most, I left her. Now I'm worried that I’ve lost the most important person in my life and I don’t know what to do. I know an apology isn’t going to fix it, but I just at least want her back in my life. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness and I don’t expect her to immediately say everything is fine. I just want to at least be in each other's life again.”

Y/N immediately caught onto what Minho was trying to do. It was easier for him to explain how he was feeling and to coax her into expressing what she truly thought if he talked about their situation like she was a third-party, even if it was blatantly obvious it was about them. She hunched over and placed her elbows on her lap thinking on how to respond.

“Do you still care about her?”

“Without a doubt.”

“What do you remember from that day?”

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“Oh we got mail! Looks like a wedding invite” Y/N said flashing a small white invitation towards Minho who was busy washing the dishes from their late night dinner.

“I’m assuming Nayoung and Ben?” Minho peaked over his shoulder to glance over at his girlfriend who was clutching onto the invite and reading it carefully before placing it down on the counter-top.

“Yeah it is. I think that’s our only friends that are currently engaged, right?” She briefly paused before looking at his arms and alerting him, “Oh Minho, your sleeves are getting in the water.” Y/N reached around him, quickly tugging his hoodie sleeves up his arms before settling into a gentle back hug.

“You okay?”

Y/N just hummed in response, squeezing him a little tighter and nestling her face into his back.

“I can’t really do the dishes like this…” he trailed off.

“Boo. You’re no fun,” a little pout formed on her face before dropping her arms. She took a step back and hopped onto the counter behind him, opting to fiddle with the invite instead. “Hey Minho. Would you ever want to do this kinda thing?”

“What do you mean?” he was still focused on the dishes in front of him and not bothering to look back at what she was gesturing to.

“Would you want to get married?”

“I can’t… I’m doing the dishes.” A smirk grew on his face which was barely visible in the reflection of the glazed white tiles. His voice was still monotone but laced with sarcasm. A groan escaped Y/N’s lips as she kicked off the counter.

“Minho. I’m being serious for once. I’m a little jealous that all of our friends are either engaged, married or very close to becoming engaged; meanwhile we haven’t even talked about our future basically since we started dating.”

Minho sighed slightly before slipping off the rubber gloves and placing them down beside the sink. Honestly, he was really comfortable with the way things were right now and didn’t see a need to progress just because all their couple friends were. He always knew he wanted to marry Y/N eventually, but he wanted to establish a little more security in their careers and life before “rushing” into marriage and a family.

“We’ve only been dating for three years. Nayoung and Ben have been together since high school.”

“Yeah, but we’ve been friends since we were ten?! Minho, we've known each other for more than half our lives? Does that not count a bit?”

“Well…” he paused to think about the logistics of a wedding, “we just graduated University recently and with the student loans we’re repaying, plus the new job offer you just got. I don’t think a wedding is really possible for us right now.”

“Oh my God. That’s not what I mean?! I’m literally asking if you even want to marry me? Because it doesn’t seem like it sometimes.”

Minho was absolutely taken back by her comment. How could she think he doesn’t love her enough to want to get married? They’re basically glued to the hip twenty-four-seven. His voice caught in his throat whilst his eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“I mean- look at Nayoung and Ben. They’re so in love with each other and we’re nothing like that anymore! Literally even a few minutes ago I tried to give you affection and you basically told me to get off.”

“I was trying to do dishes!”

“It’s not about the fucking dishes! Minho, you’ve never even tried to be physically affectionate with me. I tried to not let it bother me because I know it’s not really your go-to, but do you not understand how much it hurts when you shrug me off? Honestly, sometimes I feel like we’re still just best friends who sometimes sleep together and that’s not even consistent anymore. Are you just not attracted to me? Do you not love me?”

“Hey- wait. Y/N that’s not fair. You know I love you.”

She laughed bitterly, “Do I? Does it sound like I know you love me? Because honestly it feels like you’re just used to me.”

“Don’t say that. That’s not true.” Minho’s arms reached out towards her, his body not really sure what to do but wanting to comfort her somehow. The tears beginning to form in her eyes made his heart sink into his chest. He didn’t want to be the reason she was crying, but his head couldn’t wrap around the situation fast enough to think on what to do or how to fix it. His arms went to wrap around her frame but her palms cut him off, gently placing them on his chest.

“I’m sorry, but please don’t touch me. I don’t want a pity hug right now.”

“Then I don’t understand what the hell you want from me?”

“Oh my God. We’re supposed to be a couple. I shouldn’t have to beg for love!”

“Well i’m sorry, but I can’t just be affectionate on command! I thought you of all people would understand?! I’m sorry that it’s not in my nature to just hold your hand, or cuddle, or kiss you, but I'm trying my best! I always think about what I could do to make you happy. Do you not realize I wake up 2 hours earlier than I need to in order to have breakfast with you every day? I don’t enjoy waking up early, but I do it because I want to be with you!” He shouted back while gripping the counter top tightly.

“I know!!” Y/N bursted out throwing her hands into the air in front of her. She took a deep breath and sighed, “I know… I’m sorry. God, look at us. What the hell happened to us?”

Minho’s head hung low, “I don’t know.”

“We’re falling apart.”

Minho’s eyes snapped up to her face in disbelief. She couldn’t even manage to look him in the eyes but rather stayed focused on his left arm that guarded her. Holding her pressed to the counter with no escape.

“You don’t mean that…”

Her lips folded into each other in an attempt to hold back the deep frown that was fighting against her. “Maybe we’re just not meant to be a couple. We work great as friends, but I can’t shake this feeling like I’ll never be enough for you to actually love me the way I need. You know how bad it is that my biggest insecurity is that you’ll never really see me as a woman.”

“But that’s not true! Why are you putting words in my mouth? Honestly, it feels like you’re just giving up on us? I know I haven’t been the best partner and I’m sorry that I’ve made you question my love for you, but it’s just the way I am.”

“And yet I’m telling you how your lack of affection is making me feel, but “it’s just the way you are” so you get a pass?”

“Y/N-”

“Stop. Minho. This is stupid… I just- fuck. I’m gonna call my sister and ask if I can stay with her for a few days.”

“Forget it. You don’t even let me talk and you’re not even trying to listen to me when I'm telling you it’s not true. You’ve obviously made up your mind about us,” Minho uncaged her body from the countertop and stomped off towards the bedroom to grab his bag. Y/N’s breath became rigid in her throat. She’s never seen Minho so genuinely angry and hurt in his life. His eyes were pooled with pain even if tears didn’t swell in his ducts. He wasn’t much of a cryer, but his glossy dark eyes did little to hide his feelings.

“Wait but what about Nayoung and Ben’s wedding?” she called after him, trying to come up with an excuse now that the reality of her own actions came tumbling after her. She grasped onto the bedroom door knob attempting to twist it open but instead felt the resistance of the lock.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about their wedding. Just tell them the truth.” She pounded on the door still twisting the knob desperately before it flung open in her face again. Instead Minho towered over her with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a new hoodie on, “tell them we broke up.”

“Wait Minho I didn’t-” she began to sob, reaching out for his arm as he stepped around her heading for the front door to slip on a pair of shoes. He went to reach for the door but at the last moment spun around to face her.

“And for what it’s worth… You were my everything. Not even for a second did I ever doubt you were the one I was meant to be with. Ever since we were kids I've always wanted to marry you, but how can we be together when you’ve already given up?”

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Minho’s eyes had dampened during his recollection of the night they broke up. Two large tears had swollen up and fell onto the concrete beneath him suddenly pouring out into beautiful pearls as they refracted the sunset. Y/N couldn’t help but feel the urge to wrap him into a hug but wasn’t sure if that was the best idea. She bit her lip trying to hold back the tears that she thought she had already cried out long ago.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” his voice wavered as if he was fighting back more tears. Absent-mindedly, she placed her palm on his back as he continued to hunch over. She wasn’t used to seeing him cry, but every part of her ached at seeing him broken like this. She really thought he would have been over it by now, thinking deep down he didn’t really care, but seeing him like this made the realization stronger. He did care. He cared about her. He cared about their relationship. Their friendship.

“You don’t need to apologize. We both made huge mistakes. I shouldn’t have forced you to try to be someone you’re not while in relationships. I think I let my insecurities get the best of me and I always would compare our relationship to our friends. It’s not healthy and it’s not us”

“I do owe you an apology though. I was being a sucky partner. Even when you told me how you felt, I didn’t even try to help relieve your doubts. We should have had a real talk,” Minho admitted. He held out his hand hoping for Y/N to take it. Her eyes panned down, not really sure if holding his hand would be the most appropriate action, but her heart won in the end. She lightly placed her hand into his extended palm. Her movements were weary as if the contact would scorch her but the desire for contact was stronger than her willpower. His fingers immediately laced hers before resting them on his thigh.

“Yeah… I really should have let you talk. I’m sorry too.”

A smile appeared on his face when he looked over to her finally, huffing out a small laugh at the awkwardness of their situation.

“We really are something strange. Somehow we’re both comfortable and extremely uncomfortable at the same time.”

“Tell me about it…” her voice wandered off. A smile also began to creep on her face but she tried her best to hide it. As much as she wanted to let her guard down, their situation was still awkward and a lot more needed to be discussed before they could just let things go. Too many words still hung in the air, the same ones that clawed at her heart and made her insecurities ring in her head months after the breakup. Even if he apologized and she recognized that he cared for her, it didn’t alleviate the fear that she wasn’t good enough for him or waved off their years of awkward pre-pubescent friendship that ruined the romantic tension between them.

“I know this might be a little inappropriate but, do you think I could get your number again? If you’re comfortable with that. I’d really like to catch up over coffee or something. If you’d be okay trying to be friends again?”

She gripped her arm through Minho’s jacket while trying to think what the possible consequences of these actions could be. Would accepting this invitation to be friends possibly cause some harm to the walls she built up, trying to get Minho out of her head. She spent so long trying to distance herself in order to make her happy, but was she really that happy to begin with? It frightened her to be friends with him again. What if she has to witness him fall in love with someone else? What if he decides he doesn’t need her around anymore and leaves for a second time? She didn’t know if she could take more heartache from the boy who essentially turned her into an emotionless zombie for months on end. However, one little “please” from his mouth caused her to fold like a lawn chair.

Stupid men, she mentally cursed to herself.

“I guess… I mean, we did have a really long friendship. It’d be stupid to let all those years go to waste,” she mumbled. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reason with Minho or herself through the delivery of her sentence.

“Thank you. I promise I won’t make things awkward. If I do, just tell me okay? You can be as mean as you’d like. I’ll even let you hit me if that’ll make you feel better,” he was joking but extended his face forward awaiting a playful slap.

“I wouldn’t hit you!” she jokingly sneered while giving him a slight smack on the arm.

“You literally just did!” Minho bursted out laughing and held his shoulder towards her to show off the invisible mark she had just laid upon him.

“Well you deserve it.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that… but thank you… for at least giving our friendship a chance. It’s really mature of you.”

She let out a sheepish smile instead of letting another playful insult slip from her lips. Y/N had been craving these moments the most between them. This familiarity of teasing and joy was something she longed for the most while he wasn’t in her life. It was weird not having him around, but it was weirder coming back to it almost instantly. It’s like nothing ever changed or had happened. It was just… them.

“Anyways. We should probably get back inside. People might genuinely start noticing we’re gone and the last thing we need is some weird rumour starting around our friend group again.”

He gestured his hand towards her in order to help her to her feet. Minho felt a shiver down his spine from the breeze. He had been freezing his butt off the entire time they had been sitting outside, but seeing her grip onto his suit jacket sleeves, engulfed in his scent. He could care less about the chill that pecked at his skin.

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To say Minho was happy about rekindling their friendship would be an understatement. His phone was basically glued to his hands, if not, whatever flat surface was in front of him. He was never the type to keep his ringer on. Often opting to keep his phone on silent or ‘do not disturb’ but ever since Y/N reopened that line of communication, it was like every sense of his personality got flipped. His ears would perk up at the little ding of his phone, immediately reaching for it in hopes that she had texted him. Once even leading to an unfortunate incident where his phone decided to take a bath with him. Minho had spent the following night with his phone buried in a mountain of rice hoping the water would drain.

That was the night he realized maybe he was getting a bit too intense. He was acting like a lovesick fool who’s phone became an extension of his body, and it wasn’t healthy, let alone his immediate change in personality could risk scaring Y/N off. They had agreed to be friends again. Not lovers or anything more. So he knew he needed to take a step back and ground himself.

The few weeks after the wedding was filled with hundreds of texts and voice memos between the two. Gradually growing from “how was your day?” into late night 13 minute long voice memos of ranting about a tv show or movie the two of them were watching independently. Y/N’s voice messages were always long and rambled. Often a mishmash of various topics as she jumped from one thing to the others, sometimes not even finishing the point of her story. Unbeknownst to her, Minho absolutely adored her frustrated rambles about life or the weird TikTok she saw. He absolutely ate it up, saving practically every coffee-induced word fumble that she made through voice message at every hour of the day and night.

It helped him feel closer to her again. The fact that she thought about him enough to even send the message to him made his heart swell. Especially when hearing his name fall from her lips as she sighed about her cat Bubbles knocking over her garbage can for the 3rd time that night.

“Minho I swear to God you helped me pick out the most insane cat in that shelter. This little monster is addicted to my trash can- BUBBLES!!! STOP EATING PAPER!!!” Her voice screamed through the phone. He was laying on the couch while relaying some of the voice messages from the night before. The downpour of rain meant he was going to tuck himself away in his apartment for the night and park his body on the couch until bedtime. His half eaten dinner was long forgotten on the counter as he absorbed himself in the silly voice messages she had sent. He could imagine Bubbles, a tiny black cat with the craziest bulging green eyes, laying beside the office garbage can and happily munching on paper. In the few months Minho lived with Bubbles as a kitten, that cat got into absolutely everything and anything, but he got along well with Soonie, Doongie and Dori. Adopting Bubbles was actually Minho’s idea, he thought having a cat in their shared home would be like having a little family, especially since he missed having his cats around him. However, his three cats didn’t relocate well so they stayed behind with his parents. Bubbles was basically a newborn kitten when they adopted him, meaning he was just over a year old at this point, so Minho hadn’t been in his life for too long and the kitten was way too attached to Y/N for Minho to take him after their breakup.

The pause of the voice memo followed by the buzz from his phone made him immediately sit up from the couch. ‘Y/N’ popped up as a notification as his phone rang loudly through the apartment. This was weird. They may have been talking again, but she was never the one to call unless it was an emergency. Even if she wanted to chat one on one it was always over video call. He paused for a second. Was it an accident? Maybe just a butt dial? He shook his thoughts off and swiped the notification to answer.

“H-Hello?”

The line was quiet for a moment before static and sobs started to break out over the phone. He could hardly hear her voice through the muffled sobs.

“Y/N are you okay? I can’t hear you?” The poor reception made it impossible to hear her voice, cutting in and out mixed with her tears. His feet dropped to the floor and sprung off the couch the moment he realized something was wrong. His instincts began running through his body as he looked around his apartment for his car keys.

“Baby where are you?” he called out one last time. Her robotic-sounding pixelated voice was completely inaudible before the phone line went dead. The three beeps from the ended call replaced the sound of poor reception and his mind began to race a mile a minute. He tried to call again while mumbling to himself as his body turned the search into rampaging through his apartment. Her phone immediately went to voicemail.

“Fuck it!” he cursed while slinging on his rain jacket and dashing out the door. If he ran fast enough, he could be there in less than 10 minutes. His apartment wasn’t too far from the house they originally shared. He opted to stay in a nearby neighbourhood since he loved the area so much and it was close to the place he grew up, but deep down he didn’t want to move too far from Y/N either.

The rain was beating against his face with every step he took. His running shoes and pants were absolutely soaked through within minutes, feeling the soles squish water into his socks like sponges. The air was cool on his cheeks and it filled his chest with the scent of rain. Under the shelter of his balcony, this scene would have been something to desire, but running through this rainstorm was a whole different scenario. The shortness of breath finally caught up to him when he slowed down on the stairs to the front door. His fists rapped against the white door with heavy strikes as he yelled out her name.

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

There was no answer, not that he had given her much time to open the door regardless, but in a panic he was not willing to wait. Minho began frantically checking the side windows and back door, hoping that her forgetful habits would work in his favour. Luckily he noticed the office window was cracked open, the hinge was lazily flipped to the lock position, but since the window wasn’t completely closed properly it slid open with ease. He would have to scold her later once he knew she was safe.

Quickly getting to his feet in the office he looked around the room. It was quiet, well kept, and only a single light illuminated the hallway. It seemed like nobody was home. Meaning he may or may not have just actually broken into her house… hopefully she won’t be mad. Especially since he had just tracked water all over her carpet on top of everything. Within a moment Minho’s ears perked up to hear the front door open and slam followed by the sound of muffled sobs.

“Y/N?” he called out. Hoping his voice would be frightening than his body in front of her. It was quiet for a second before she croaked out.

“Minho? What are you doing in my house?”

He rounded the corner into the living room seeing her equally soaked figure standing in the doorway. Her pajamas were completely drenched through. The black tee shirt and teddy bear pants were completely clung to her body, not leaving much of her figure to the imagination. Her wet hair clung to her face and shoulders in wild twists which slightly hid the running makeup and sore red eyes. It was obvious she had been crying for quite some time.

He couldn’t help himself anymore. His arms extended out in front of him before he could even form a sentence to answer his question. Instead he pulled her into a tight hug, pressing her body into him and nestling his face into her neck.

Their wet clothing clung together as he held her. Her arms were frozen at her sides as she felt his hands find their place on her spine. She was simultaneously freezing and too hot as her skin felt like it was on fire from his hands. She found her hands searching for his face, pulling him away from her neck and cupping his cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked while searching her eyes.

“I-I’m okay… It’s Bubbles.. I can’t find him,” more tears started to form in her eyes, “I went to run the trash out to the bin and he took off. I’ve been looking for him everywhere. I didn’t know who else to call because you know Bubbles doesn’t like strangers and I-”

Minho cut her off with a small chuckle. He gave her waist a small squeeze before letting go. He was so relieved to know that she was okay. “Shh shh. It’s okay. We’ll find him.”

Minho turned on his feet towards the bathroom. He grabbed a large plush blue towel off the rack and carefully draped it around Y/N’s head and torso, giving her a slight little rub on her head as he tried to begin drying her off. His eyes were soft and glossy as he peered down towards her. There was a certain kindness that existed only in the way he looked at her, like she was everything he needed all at once. It was a look that made you feel like home when he would stare back at you.

“Please go take a shower and warm up. I’ll be right back,” he whispered.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll go find Bubbles. There’s no need for both of us to get sick from this rain.” Minho picked up the discarded umbrella that Y/N had been using before stepping back out into the storm and closing the door behind him.

Y/N’s chest started to feel warm, a slight whirring of love sickness in her stomach as she clutched onto the towel. “He cares about me,” she thought.

She mentally cursed herself for a moment because the bare minimum and such a small act of kindness felt like she was falling in love with Minho all over again. She felt like a fool but a bigger part of herself wanted to bask in this feeling that she missed so much. She missed Minho like crazy and the last few weeks being in contact with each other was a constant reminder of how important he was to her. She just hoped that he felt the same way.

After collecting her thoughts she made her way into the bathroom and into the shower. He was right to suggest this. Her body was finally warming up and she was able to wash away the salty tears that burned her skin. It was a short shower since she didn’t know when Minho would come back and a pit of worry began to settle in her stomach. He was out there in the pouring rain and it was starting to get late. She quickly dressed herself into a new pair of pajamas and wrapped herself up in a robe to keep her warm. As soon as Minho got back, she’d wrap him up in a towel and send him into the shower as well. Y/N went through some of the old boxes of his stuff, hoping to find some of his clothes he had left behind. At minimum some clean underwear and a shirt to cover himself while she washed his wet clothes. There was a whole wave of emotions that hit her as she dug through his stuff. She remembered how hard it was for her to pack it up to begin with and now she was elbows deep in the u-haul box digging through his abandoned belongings. Luckily she found a maroon cotton tee and some shorts buried towards the bottom. They were slightly wrinkled but they were clean and warm, which was really the only thing that mattered.

A small string of meowing cut her away from her hyperfixation of the box of Minho’s things. She could hear the chilled sniffles from Minho as he stood in the doorway holding Bubbles to his chest. The poor baby was shaking in his arms, his green eyes were just as buggy as ever but didn’t seem to be harmed aside from a bit of irritation.

“Oh my God you found him!” she cried-- scooping the cat into a towel and placing him in between the collar of her robe.

“He was hiding between the neighbours shed and their garage. So at least he didn’t get far. It was just difficult to get him out of there,” Minho explained. Y/N threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, but was careful not to squish Bubbles between the two of them.

“Woah woah- I’m wet. Don’t make yourself cold when you just finally dried off.”

She grabbed one of the other towels she had prepared and wrapped him in it, similarly to the way he had done it for her not even thirty minutes prior. “Now it’s your turn to shower. Please. I put some of your clothes in the bathroom. Just leave your wet ones on the side of the tub and I'll put them to wash and dry as soon as you’re done.”

Minho didn’t hesitate much, knowing how good a shower would be right now, especially since he didn’t want to have an excuse to leave just yet. While he warmed up Y/N planted herself on the couch and began to carefully blow dry Bubbles. She just hoped that he hadn’t been outside long enough to get sick. His immune system was already poor enough, so an illness no matter how mild, paired with his sight issues and his weak immune system… it was too much for Y/N to handle on her own.

It wasn’t long before Minho came back out into the living room in his dry clothes. His hair was still damp and clinging to his neck so Y/N called him over. She pulled him down to the floor in front of her on the couch, having his back nestle between her knees while she began drying his hair with another towel. Bubbles laid peacefully, purring on the couch beside her and wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. Meanwhile, Y/N ran her finger through Minho’s almost dried hair, trying to detangle the knots from his head. The moment was silent and intimate. Nobody dared to speak and ruin the comfortable silence between them as she continued to fuss with his hair. At some point he began to lean to one side, pressing his cheek to the inside of her knee and resting his head on her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He simply hummed in response and closed his eyes. Her skin was soft and supple. He remembers how it felt when their legs would tangle while cuddling on their shared bed. She had a habit of wrapping her legs with his. The squish of her thighs were addicting to him when he would kneed them absentmindedly while watching a movie. He just missed her and the silly little habits the two of them shared.

Her heart was racing at the press of his cheek against her. It was weirdly intimate but wholesome at the exact same time. She tried to hide the buzzing in her chest by acting like this was normal to her still, regardless if it had been months since she had any type of physical contact from him like this. She had to force herself to remain calm since she had so many questions and concerns in her head. Right now the surprise contact and charged atmosphere were the least of her concerns.

“I’m sorry I called you…”

“Don’t even worry. I’m glad you called me.”

“I just feel bad because you ran through the rain all because of some miscommunication and poor reception. Especially since you might catch a cold because of me.”

“Miscommunication seems to be our thing, huh?” he playfully joked, “and for the record I’d get sick for you a hundred times over if I thought I was helping you. I’m here whenever you need me.”

A small smile crept onto her face at his words. She finally pulled the towel off his head to reveal his dried fluffy hair and placed it on the floor beside him. “Well Bubbles certainly appreciates your white knight behaviour.”

“What can I say? I have to save our son from the weather.”

Our son…

“Also- my behaviour might not necessarily be fueled by the ‘knight in shining armour’ you were thinking. I have my own ulterior motives as to why I’m here” he said with a smirk, now turning back to look at her. He got to his knees, folding his arms over her lap and looking up at her with a devilish smile. His eyes were wide and glossy, a hint of devilish thoughts behind his pupils. It was that type of look you didn’t know to interpret as mischievous in a wholesome way or if he was going to commit arson. With Minho… honestly it was a 50/50.

“Oh?”

“I thought you were in trouble. I wanted to save you so your heart would swoon.”

The amount of idiocy that left her mouth in response could make a spoon look sharp, “like in a friend way?”

His mouth immediately cracked open with furrowed brows. He couldn’t believe that she would say something so stupid. “In a friend way?? What friends do you have that are trying to make your heart swoon?”

“Uh- Changbin? I don’t know! You broke up with me! I don’t want to misinterpret this!?” she shouted back at him. A scowl formed on her face as she crossed her arms and laid back on the couch. He couldn’t help but burst out into laughter and grab her arms. He attempted to uncross them with his hands and pulled her forward again.

“No. Not in a friendly way, you idiot. I’m trying to win you back.”

“Well calling me an idiot isn’t the way to start” she mumbled to herself, letting her arms be controlled by his hands.

“Fair enough. Let me try again. What I'm trying to say is I’m sorry for making you have doubts about my intentions in our relationship and for making you question my love for you. I know I can be a bit of a pain in the ass, sarcastic, and not very touchy-feely, but I should’ve listened to you when you said you were feeling like you had to beg for my love. The truth is, I don’t know where I would be without you and these last few months have been absolute hell. I feel like a huge part of me is missing without you. I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you and would you take me back?” Minho’s hands gripped onto hers, still kneeling on the ground in front of her. It honestly felt more like he was begging because of the awkward position.

“I don’t- um. I feel like an idiot if I say yes so quickly,” she stumbled out.

“I will let you touch me.”

Her face immediately went bright red; dropping his hands from hers and placing them over her mouth.

“I meant cuddling!” he burst out laughing, “What are you? A pervert?”

“Why would you say it like that?!”

Minho doubled over and wiped the joyful tears out of his eyes, barely able to catch his breath. “God, you haven’t changed much.”

“You know what. Fuck you! No!” she laughed back at him. She began shoving his torso away with her foot as he laid across the ground in front of the couch. After a few minutes of laughter Minho finally was able to collect himself and bring himself onto the couch beside Y/N and Bubbles.

“I am serious though. I know we need to have a long talk, but would you be open to a discussion about us? I really want you back in my life. I want to be us again, but more reliant on each other and willing to communicate.”

She pursed her lips together while giving it a minuscule thought, “Well… I’m sure Bubbles would like to not be a child of divorce anymore.”

“Ah so you’re willing to give us a chance for the baby?”

“Hmm. I guess so” she teased.

“You know what. I’ll take it. I don’t even want to argue if that means getting to come home to you again.”

“We really do need to talk about it though. We need to discuss boundaries and expectations so then something like this doesn’t happen again.”

Minho just smiled in response, pulling her in by her waist and planting a big kiss on her cheek. “You know you haven’t really said you love me either…”

She just rolled her eyes playfully before planting a single kiss on his lips, “I love you, you big idiot.”

“I love you even more.”

#skz #skz x reader #skz fanfic #lee know #lee minho #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #kpop fanfic #changbin #lee know stray kids #lee know x you

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oqwomyo · 3 days ago

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Yuhan's card translation. Wine Valentine.

Part 1.

The day after the Valentine's Day party ended successfully... While I was resting in my room... I remembered the time I spent with Yuhan while we were preparing for the party.

- A couple of days ago-

A few days before the party was held at the Grobanner family mansion... I watched Hanamaru, who was resting during the break... Johan was enthusiastically studying the wines.

Yuhan: Hmm... This wine...

Yuhan: The sourness is a little more noticeable... And there is a slight aftertaste.

- Do you take notes on the taste?

Yuhan: Yes. I attach the tasting notes to the study material.

Yuhan: But I've just started studying... I'm still a beginner.

Yuhan: After all, I've never had the habit of drinking alcohol.

- I see.

Yuhan: Yes. However, that doesn't mean I can't drink...

Yuhan: Drinking alcohol is like a ritual for me... Once, when I returned to my hometown, I drank it with my relatives.

Yuhan: There weren't many opportunities like that.

Yuhan: When I wanted to rest... I preferred to drink tea.

Hanamaru: And eating anman, apparently.

- Hanamaru..?

Hanamaru, who was lying down and resting, looked at us and grinned.

Yuhan: Shut up, Hanamaru.

Yuhan: Besides... Don't you dare lie down at a party.

Hanamaru: It's fine. Since I'm on a break, I can let myself to lie down, no~?

Yuhan: ...Anyways. I'd like to enjoy wine more.

Yuhan: Other drinks are also appealing in their own way... But wine is "an alcohol that lets you enjoy the aroma."

Yuhan: Just the scent alone can stimulate the imagination. For example, this wine...

Yuhan: Just by smelling it... It felt like grape fields were spreading out before me...

Hanamaru: Have you ever even seen them?

Yuhan: Shut up, Hanamaru.

Yuhan: But... I'm sure this is as beautiful a place as the peach fields of my village.

Yuhan: It's a wonderful scent that stimulates the imagination...

Yuhan closed his eyes and savored the smell of the wine. I'm sure he knows a lot about beautiful scenery.

Yuhan: So... The break time is over...

Yuhan: Hanamaru-san. Are you planning on resuming the preparations for the Valentine's Day party?

Hanamaru: Yes, yes. Of course...

Hanamaru: Well, you could say that the preparations for the party are underway... Although we are first preparing for the "pre-party" before that.

Hanamaru: This is the only event that Master will attend. Everything else is a mere bonus.

Yuhan: Although I don't deny it... Let's remain rational.

Yuhan: For the aristocrats of the Central Lands... Valentine's Day parties are a big deal.

Yuhan: It seems that such parties usually serve as a venue for marriage of convenience for the nobility. Well, this party is an exception now...

Hanamaru: Marriage of convenience, you say...

Hanamaru: Heh. This is an event that we will probably never experience ourselves.

Yuhan: Hm... Of course. From now on, no one can come to us with such a request.

Yuhan: Although I have had such experience before.

- Eh?

Hanamaru: What!? Yuhan, you...

Hanamaru: I never thought you had experience in arranged marriage... There's so much I don't know about you...

Hanamaru: ...... You don't have any secret children, do you?

Yuhan: Don't talk nonsense. It was just a blind date.

Yuhan: It wasn't what I wanted... Moreover, I've never been married.

Hanamaru: I-Is that so... Ah, you scared me.

Hanamaru: And... What kind of person asked Yuhan out on a blind date?

Hanamaru: Someone from your town?

Yuhan: No. Many noble ladies from the Eastern Lands did.

- Nobles...

Hanamaru: What!? Yuhan, you...

Hanamaru: "Many"... Does that mean you've been asked out on dates many times..?

Hanamaru: You... Were you that popular...

Yuhan: It's not that I was popular... Rather, it was like that so that I would have a choice.

Yuhan: Back then, I was constantly striving for success in the army... There was some hope for the future.

Yuhan: In a nutshell... It was a marriage of convenience.

- I-I see...

Yuhan: Heh... I rejected them all, and I was right.

Yuhan: If at that time... I accepted someone's proposal against my will...

Yuhan: After my fall... The other family would have been dragged into this too.

Hanamaru: Hm~mm... I see.

Hanamaru: Despite that... To pass up the opportunity to marry someone so appealing...

Hanamaru: Maybe Yuhan... Isn't the type of man who likes women?

Yuhan: My preferences don't matter. I rejected them for another reason.

Hanamaru: Another reason? What was that?

Yuhan: Fufu... I'll tell you when I have the chance.

Yuhan: The most important thing now is to prepare for the party.

Hanamaru: Eh~, what is this? I'm curious.

Hanamaru: Then, Yuhan... We'll talk about it later.

Yuhan: .....What are you talking about?

Hanamaru: What did you talk about during your dates? Preferably in detail.

Yuhan: Shut up, Hanamaru-san.

I was also curious about why Yuhan refused to marry back then... I couldn't interfere with their work... So I swallowed my curiosity and kept quiet.

Part 2.

- Present time -

"This is what happened," I thought, flipping through the wine catalog. Yuhan approached the pre-party responsibly... Now it's my turn to entertain him. I decided to choose a pink wine with a peach aroma... And for Yuhan... I was going to cook him dinner. The happiness of being with him... To convey this feeling as a gift...

*Knock knock*

- Come in.

Yuhan: Master. I came at your invitation.

Yuhan: You said I should come alone...

Yuhan: Arara? This is...

Yuhan: Are you planning to have dinner with someone?

- Of course, with you.

Yuhan: Eh..? With me..?

Yuhan: This is... This is too much.

Yuhan: I, the butler... To enjoy dinner alone with the master...

- You... Don't want to?

Yuhan: N-No way! Nothing like that...

Yuhan: ......Okay. Then, if you will allow me...

Yuhan: Just today with Master.... Allow me to be with you.

- First, this wine.

Yuhan: Even the wine...? This makes the dinner even more luxurious.

Yuhan: At least let me pour you some wine. I have studied how to do it.

- Then, please.

Yuhan: Yes. Leave it to me, Master.

Yuhan: Hmm... This is the first time I have seen this brand.

Yuhan: Judging by the color, is this a pink wine?

..........

Yuhan: .....! This aroma...

Yuhan: The scent of peaches...

- I chose it for Yuhan.

Yuhan: Yes... For me, this is truly the perfect wine.

Yuhan: Just the aroma... It is enough to make this wine perfect.

Yuhan: Then... Let's drink.

Yuhan: ........

Yuhan: Ah... What a sweet taste.

Yuhan: It's like it's right before my eyes... My hometown.

Yuhan: Thank you very much, Master.

Yuhan: There's no need to write this wine down in the tasting notes... I'll never forget this taste.

- I'm glad.

Yuhan: Fufu... I can't believe we're having such a wonderful time.

Yuhan: My choice back then... I wasn't wrong.

- The choice you made back then?

Yuhan: Yes. I think we talked about it the other day...

Yuhan: When I was a soldier... I received many invitations.

Yuhan: ..... I'll tell it like it is in front of Master......

Yuhan: To be honest, at that time... I was thinking about accepting a marriage proposal.

- Is that so..?

Yuhan: Yes. Everyone who proposed to me was a descendant of a wealthy aristocratic family...

Yuhan: If I had met someone like that... I think my city could have been saved.

Yuhan: I wanted to be a soldier. I wanted the people of my hometown to live comfortably.

Yuhan: That's why I decided to tell my parents directly about my intention to get married.

Yuhan: But... My father and mother...

Yuhan: .... They must have noticed the conflict deep in my heart.

Yuhan: "Don't worry about the family, do what you want...", "so that you don't regret it later"...

Yuhan: So that I could walk the path I really want... Thanks to their support.

- They were good parents.

Yuhan: Yes. My parents were truly wonderful people.

Yuhan: Like my father and mother... I always...

Yuhan: After a wonderful love... I wanted to be one with my partner.

Yuhan: Such an opportunity... My parents gave it to me.

Yuhan: .... To be honest... I wasn't sure if my decision was right back then.

Yuhan: However, now... It's not like that.

Yuhan: If only... If only I had changed my mind and made a different decision...

Yuhan: When I found someone who was truly important to me... I would definitely regret it.

Yuhan: While I was drinking the alcohol Master gave me... That's what I was thinking.

- Yuhan...

Yuhan: Fufu... This is bad, I...

Yuhan: I can't believe I said that after just taking a sip...

Yuhan: But... I can't blame it on the alcohol.

Yuhan: This... This is my true feeling.

Yuhan: No matter what the scenery behind my eyelids is...

Yuhan: The sight of Master in front of me... It will be the most wonderful.

- T-Thank you.

Yuhan: Fufu... Don't be embarrassed, Master.

Yuhan: When we look at each other like this... When I see Master's embarrassed face...

Yuhan: I feel like... We're in a marriage of convenience.

- A-A marriage of convenience..!?

Yuhan: Fufu... Don't worry, Master.

Yuhan: I'm... Not that impatient.

Yuhan: Whatever I do, I take my time and enjoy the taste...

Yuhan: Both wine and life... I want it to be like this forever.

Yuhan: Master, what do you think?

- .....Um.....

Yuhan was timid at first... But before I could come to my senses, he took the initiative in the conversation. "This looks like a marriage of convenience," he thought... This situation... Somewhere deep inside, I was enjoying it.

#aknk #akuneko #devil butler with black cat #card translation #あくねこ #shinonome yuhan #lore bomb from yuhan lets gooo

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hey-itsdollie · 9 hours ago

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can you do one about how the blue lock characters would react the s/o f!reader being insecure about their weight at the beach? like they are super fit and strong and I often get insecure when I see people who are better than me at taking care of themselves. I am not talking plus size, we have seen that many times (love a plus size girly im married to one but i dont think i should ramble about her in a request lmao) but I want something I can actually relate to so I want to see like a curvy body that is considered over weight even if to anyone else it looks perfectly fine but it's just like- you know you are over weight yk what I mean?

I'm dyslexic btw sorry about how horrible my request might be to try understand

Inner Turmoil.ᐟ.ᐟ

‧₊˚ ┊ In which your thoughts take over at the beach

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » gagamaru. karasu.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ comfort, fem reader, established relationship

── .✦ Gin Gagamaru

You and your boyfriend decided to go to the beach. After an hour of arriving, you started to regret suggesting to have a beach day. It wasn’t like you weren’t physically having fun, hell dating Gagamaru brought enough entertainment to your life.

It was the simple things, ya know.

But it was just. The beach was awfully busy today. Your eyes couldn’t help but look around at the different families, couples, and even singles. People watching as you observe them. Small parts of your mind picking out the differences between them and you. Whether it was swimsuit styles, colors, hair textures, amount of tan you might have, and the curves…

You weren’t necessarily plus size, but you were still a bit overweight in your mind. Though you didn’t make much comments about it verbally. Mentally on the other hand was a different story.

Your eyes lifted to see your two-toned boyfriend walking up to you, his large body completely blocking the sun out of your view. “What is it Gin?” You question tilting your head. “Want to go swimming?” He asked in a blank tone, his wide eyes looking you over as if sensing your discomfort.

“No, Gin I don’t really feel like it…” You smile sadly. He didn’t seem to take that as an answer as he easily picked you up. “You’ll feel better in the water…” He muttered his hands rubbing your skin as he carried you to the water. Only placing you down when you were waist deep. Your positioning caught your attention as he stood in front of you, his body obscuring your view of the people on land.

Catching your strayed attention, Gagamaru splashed you. “Hey, Gin!” You groaned as he kept splashing you. Your hands began to splash him in return as he swam to you and held you close to him.

── .✦ Tabito Karasu

“Everything alright?”

Karasu’s voice brought you out of your inner turmoil. Your vision seems to come together from it’s blurred–out focused state, whilst focusing on the male.

His hands were coated in sunscreen as he rubbed the substance on your back. He had paused his movements, with his questions he gave you his attention. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered though your throat was dry.

In reality you weren’t that well. It wasn’t like you were sick, it was simply your mind–your mind and it’s nasty thoughts.

Your eyes dragged over the beach goers, seeing the more slimmer girls with their boyfriends. A match made in heaven. Then you look at your boyfriend, toned and built perfectly, his skin a soft tan as if he was kissed by the sun during his daily runs.

You weren’t nearly as toned nor built as him. Most workouts you did consisted of small walks or cleaning–if anything. Of course, Karasu was part of an official soccer team. He had to work out consistently.

“You’re doing it again.” You looked over at Karasu, his eyes moved over you as if checking to see if anything was physically wrong. Somewhere in your mind you were pleading for him to not look too long–in fear that he might find something that would disgust him.

Instead he leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “You look beautiful in that swimsuit.” He spoke softly, going back to rubbing in the sun screen.

Karasu often made rude comments–though when compliments seemingly only for you, left him it meant a lot.

#dollie's diary #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #gagamaru x reader #gagamaru gin x reader #gagamaru gin #gagamaru imagines #karasu x reader #karasu tabito x reader #karasu tabito #karasu imagines

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sweetdispatch · 18 hours ago

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water 4, air 2, earth 4, and fire 5!

Not so happy - C. Keller

v' elements pairing: Clayton Keller x fem!reader summary: At your and Clayton' engagement party, he found out that the first date was a bet warning: none

It was supposed to be an innocent bet. Your friends bet that you won’t ask Clayton for a date. You did it and one date turned into another and another date. After a month, you had been together but you never told him about this bet. In your head, it wasn’t anything to brag about. You had feelings for Clayton and this bet only gave you the courage to ask him out.

Clayton liked you and wanted more from you than just friendship since he met you. He always kept it quiet because he knew that he wouldn’t be the guy you deserve to have. He couldn’t promise you that he would always show up in a need. That’s why he never asked you out but when you did that, it changed his perspective and he desperately wanted to have you as his girlfriend.

Your relationship with Clayton was perfect. Rarely you two had arguments and you always understood that he’s busy. That’s why everything was working so well for both of you. After three years, Clayton proposed to you and you felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world. You were excited to start a new chapter with him as his fiancee and soon to be wife.

You and Clayton threw a party to celebrate the engagement. His teammates were congratulating him and joked that you’re gonna be a team mom. Your friends were happy for you but one of them spilled that if not the bet, you two wouldn’t be here now. You just laughed it off but Clayton froze in a spot and looked at you.

He couldn’t believe what he just heard. You never told him that date with him was a bet. That’s why he started to think that the whole relationship is part of the bet. He started questioning all the years you two had been together. He even started to regret that he put a ring on your finger.

Clayton left the party and went upstairs. You were too keen on your friends and gushing over the ring to notice that he disappeared. Couple hours later, everyone left and you went straight to the bedroom. You walked there and without any worries you started rambling about the party.

“I’m not cleaning tonight. It’s my worry for tomorrow” You laughed and started taking off your earrings.

“Can you tell me what the hell does it mean that I was a bet?” Clayton asked without looking at you. His eyes were focused on the floor.

“You weren’t a bet. It’s nothing serious” You tried to shrug it off but you saw that he’s not having that.

“For me it is” Clayton looked at you. “Tell me truth”

“My friends bet me that I won’t ask you out. I really liked you but I wasn’t sure if it’s similar so they made this bet” You told him.

“So I was a bet” Clayton said louder. “Do you even love me or is it still part of the bet?”

“Of course I love you Clayton. This bet was only to make me more confident. I’m sorry that I never told you that but I never thought it’s such a big deal” You tried to touch him but he didn’t let you.

“Sorry doesn’t fix anything” Clayton went through his hair. “I can’t believe it. I don’t even know if anything we had was true. I don’t even know if I want to marry you”

“Look, I’m deeply sorry that you found out this way. I should be the one to tell you but the feelings I have for you are real. That’s why I never said anything. I always liked you but I was shy to ask you out. I know it’s childish that I asked you because of a bet but please, trust me. I love you” You told him truthfully.

“I need to think about this whole situation. I’ll be sleeping in the guest room and please, don’t bother me. I need to rethink it by myself without you hanging out around” Clayton told you. “When I’ll be ready, I’ll talk with you”

“Fine” You sighed. “I love you”

Clayton didn’t say anything back. He grabbed his pillow and went to the other room, trying to put all the pieces together and figure it out if your feelings are real. He wanted to trust you. He wanted to believe you but hearing that the first date was a bet was too much for him. He needed time.

#clayton keller #clayton keller x reader #clayton keller imagine #clayton keller fanfiction #clayton keller oneshot #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #utah mammoth #utah hockey club #v' elements

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romanczukowsky · 3 days ago

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The Touch That Burns

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Summary: A Hogwarts student shares pleasant, tender and intimate moments with Fred Weasley as she explores new emotions.

Content Warnings: Romantic and intimate themes, suggestive content; mild language; sexual tension; implied intimacy

I never thought this would actually happen. Fred Weasley himself had asked me out to Hogsmeade. Just the two of us. Without his brother or his cheerful gang.

When he invited me, I hesitated for a second or two, wondering if it was some kind of joke. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with me—I’m not insecure.

It’s just... it’s him. Fred. He flirts, whispers cheeky jokes to girls in the corridors. But a date? I guess I can call it that...

And yet, there we were. We met a little after lunch, near the gate leading to the village.

He was already there, casually leaning against the stone wall, hands buried in his robe pockets, wearing that trademark smirk of his—like the world belonged to him. "Ready to break free for a bit?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

We started walking down the path to Hogsmeade, passing other students—laughing groups, chatting couples. Fred walked beside me, step by step, occasionally throwing out a comment, a joke, and I laughed softly, still not quite believing this was really happening.

At The Three Broomsticks, we found an empty table by the window. Fred placed the order and came back with two mugs of butterbeer. He handed me one, and his fingers brushing mine in a fleeting but electric touch.

He looked straight into my eyes again with that same confident, yet somehow warm, smile. I felt my face start to burn.

The conversation flowed naturally, but I was aware of everything—every brush of our hands, every shift in his voice. When our hands touched by accident during a laugh, or when his rested on the table—I couldn’t stop staring at them.

After the third butterbeer, I felt a little bolder. My words came more easily, and my smile relaxed.

Slowly, almost unconsciously, I slipped off one shoe and let my toes drift up along his calf—lightly, testing his reaction.

His eyebrow quirked slightly, but he didn’t pause. If anything, his voice dropped, softer, more thoughtful. He looked at me, long and calm, as if reading me like a book.

And then, unfortunately, our friends showed up. They joined us at the table.

Zacharias Smith from Hufflepuff smiled widely and threw out some casual greeting, clearly missing the subtle thread of tension I thought was weaving between Fred and me.

I immediately pulled my leg back, nearly hitting the edge of the table with my knee. I blushed, feeling my cheeks turn the color of ripe cherries again.

When they finally left, Fred glanced at me with amusement—and a little pity. He slid over to sit beside me on the bench, so close his thigh pressed against mine.

He leaned in, his head slightly tilted, like he was about to share a secret. "One more butterbeer?" he asked quietly, and his hand landed on my thigh.

That was no accident. His fingers started tracing slow, steady circles on my skin—just above where my skirt ended.

I froze. My mind spun. For a second, I felt a rush—a delicious thrill, a warmth, a kind of tension I’d never felt before.

And then came doubt.

What if this was all a joke? Some bet? Fred Weasley, legendary prankster, invites a girl for butterbeer, flirts, touches, and then tells everyone how easily she fell for him?

I gently shifted away, straightened up, and moved his hand.

"You know... I think I’ve had enough. I’m not feeling so great," I murmured.

Fred studied me quietly. He didn’t argue. He just nodded and stood up with me.

On the walk back, I didn’t say much. I was lost in my thoughts, even though I could feel him beside me—warm, steady, and completely unreadable.

When we reached the Gryffindor common room, he walked me to the stairs leading up to my dormitory.

He stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. “Y/N…”

I didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant to say. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warmer than I expected. Soft. They tasted like honey and butterbeer. He kissed me slowly, unhurriedly, as if trying to memorize every second of it.

Without a word, without goodbye, I turned on my heel and practically ran up the stairs.

The next day, I avoided him completely. In Potions, when he sat next to me, I quickly moved two seats away. In Transfiguration, I pretended to study my notes, even though the words were spinning before my eyes. In the corridors, I stared at the floor, passing him without a glance.

He tried talking. He smiled, made comments, but I just walked past him, pretending not to notice.

I didn’t know if I was ashamed or scared. Maybe both.

But I knew one thing for sure: That kiss wasn’t a joke to me. And that was what scared me the most.

The evening in the Gryffindor common room smelled of fireplace smoke, old books, and the warmth of drunk teas. Conversations rolled through the room like lazy waves, quietly blending with laughter, whispers, and the rustling of turning pages.

But his eyes were somewhere else.

On me.

I felt his gaze on my skin like a touch I couldn’t shake. I knew he was watching me, because suddenly every move I made felt deliberate. Every laugh slightly forced. Every glance overly cautious.

I didn’t look at him—not once. Not because I didn’t want to. But because if I did... I’d be lost.

My cheeks burned. The back of my neck pulsed with tension and thoughts I couldn’t say aloud.

Finally, with a racing heart, I straightened up and whispered to the girl next to me, "I’ll be right back."

I stood, smoothed down my school skirt, and walked toward the hallway—slowly, but my heart was pounding. I felt... flushed. Warm. My body was trembling like it was reacting before anything had even happened. Before he had done anything.

In the bathroom, I leaned against the marble sink and stared at myself in the mirror.

My cheeks were glowing. I swallowed hard and splashed cold water on my hands.

Then—I heard footsteps.

I didn’t have time to turn around. The door opened, and he stepped inside. Fred Weasley.

Same smirk as always, but his eyes... his eyes were serious now. Focused.

"Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me all day?" He shut the door behind him.

I didn’t answer. My voice was stuck somewhere in my throat. I was aware of every inch between us, shrinking with each step he took.

When he was close enough, his fingers reached out and brushed slowly along my cheek—from jawline to ear.

“I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N,” he said quietly. "I’ve been thinking about you all last night. And today."

"I’m afraid it’s a joke," I finally confessed, voice barely there.

He leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine.

"You’re an idiot, is that why you’ve looked like you couldn’t breathe since yesterday?" he whispered.

My lips trembled. His fingers slid lower, to my neck, then to my collarbone, stopping just above the first button of my shirt. He looked into my eyes—and he saw everything: the fear, the want, the hesitation.

"If you don’t want this... just say the word. I’ll walk out."

I didn’t say a word. He stepped closer. And then he kissed me. Not urgently. Slowly. As if he were reading every flicker of my breath, every tremble I couldn’t suppress.

My fingers clutched the fabric of his robe, pulling him nearer. Our bodies aligned instinctively, as though they had always known this dance.

His hands slid down to my back, then to my hips, pressing me into the cold marble behind me. My body was burning. Every touch sparked a fire inside me.

His lips wandered to my neck, leaving wet, hungry kisses that spread heat through me like a rising tide. I was breathing faster, uncertain, but unwilling to pull away. It slid from my waist to the side of my thigh, slowly, as if testing boundaries. A soft, confident touch that made all the tension in me tighten in one aching point.

My breaths came shallow, my gaze drifting over his shoulder, unable to speak. Each touch had been a spark, but this… this was lightning.

His fingers moved higher, achingly slow, with the kind of purpose that didn’t need words. I felt him lift my skirt, inch by inch.

The air met my bare skin, sending a shiver—not from cold, but from anticipation. He paused, meeting my eyes. "Are you ready?" I nodded. And then I let myself stop thinking.

Fred lifted me, sitting me on the marble counter. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands slowly unbuttoned the top button of my shirt.

I saw the change in his eyes as they darkened, his fingers trailing over the skin he exposed. His lips returned to mine—hungry, hot.

His hands slid up my thighs, under my skirt, fingers drawing slow circles that made my whole body shiver.

A soft sound escaped my lips. "You're so soft," he whispered, eyes watching every tiny reaction. "So fucking sweet."

I felt him reach beneath my underwear, finding me ready, wanting. His touch was slow, gentle, tracing circles that stole my breath. My head dropped to his shoulder, body trembling.

When he slipped in one finger, I froze—just for a heartbeat. Then the second followed.

His movements were steady, rhythmic, as if he knew my body better than I did. His kisses never stopped.

He held me, whispered things I wouldn’t remember word for word, but whose tone would stay etched in my skin.

I was close—so close—tightening around his touch. He only held me tighter, kissed me deeper.

I closed my eyes. Let my head fall back. Breathed him in as my body trembled in his arms.

And still, he held me. Just held me, until I felt whole enough again to look into his eyes.

His fingers softly traced the muscles of my thighs, moving with the rhythm of my breath. His lips descended to my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire behind them.

The whisper of his name echoed in my thoughts, a spark that lit a new wave of need—one that could no longer be stopped.

Then I heard his voice, quiet but certain: "I want to go further."

His tongue traced slow, reverent lines along my skin, and I shivered beneath the weight of his gaze. My hands, almost instinctively, cupped his face, my silent nod the only answer he needed.

He held me firmly—first my hips, then slowly moving to my buttocks, squeezing them with such force it ignited my senses. His fingers left marks, invisible to the eye but deeply carved in every tremble of my body.

I felt his heartbeat in rhythm with my own, our breathing a shared melody as he moved deeper, surer. His hand slid to my thigh, fingers gently caressing my heated skin. I was completely his—every part of me sang beneath his touch.

With every moment, he gained confidence, moving more boldly inside me, awakening a fire that spread from my belly through every nerve.

I felt his body pulse to the rhythm of mine—as our breaths intertwined into one melody, and every movement was a confirmation that he wanted me, that he loved me in this moment with his whole self.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered against my throat.

And I… I needed nothing else. Just this — this heat, this depth, this moment where every cell of my being ached to remain here forever.

His movements grew rougher, as though his body was unraveling at the seams, and I felt it — the storm gathering inside both of us. His hands clenched tighter on my hips, pulling me closer, and the warmth spreading inside me intensified until I felt I was about to explode.

He whispered words to my ear that burned the weakest corners of my sensitivity, and his lips circled my neck, leaving hot marks and signs of possession.

Finally, with a trembling sigh, his body convulsed, surrendering to the overwhelming tension that had built between us.

He lingered against me for a heartbeat longer, then gently pulled back, allowing me space to breathe, to return slowly to myself.

His hand drifted down the curve of my skirt, now damp and clinging to my thighs, the fabric slick with heat and sweat and something more.

Warm, thick release spilled onto the fabric, soaking it in slow, spreading patches. He let out a low, guttural moan — one that echoed through me, stealing the air from my lungs and sending a tremor down my spine.

His chest rose and fell as his breathing slowly calmed, and I felt so full, so completely real, that I could allow myself a moment of weakness — a breath in his arms that still held me.

We were together — forever, if only for a moment.

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