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Eddie doesn’t know what to do.

He’s all roughed up and bleeding, his lip stings, and his head is pounding.

He should’ve known that stopping for gas was a bad idea as soon as he saw Carver and his stupid friends kicking it at the gas station. Foolishly, he thought they wouldn’t notice him or try anything.

Turns out he was wrong.

They snuck up on him, cornering him against his van, all four of them.

And maybe if Eddie had kept his mouth shut, they would’ve been fine just stealing his stash but of fucking course Eddie didn’t. Instead, he ended up getting beaten up until the store clerk came out and scared them all off– Eddie included, because apparently he was ‘asking for it’.

So now he’s driving around, wondering what to do because his uncle is home at night for once, and Eddie doesn’t want Wayne to see him like this. He can’t go to Jeff’s house either– their parents don’t like Eddie, and they’ll like him less if he gets blood on their carpet. The same goes for the other Hellfire guys, especially the kids. Their parents might not know Eddie yet, but showing up like this certainly won’t give them a great first impression.

A thought occurs to him. A stupid thought. He remembers last week when Henderson crashed his bike, and the person who fixed his cuts and scrapes was no other than Steve Harrington. Apparently, the guy has experience patching people up, and even more surprising is the fact that he’s a nice guy with a soft spot for Eddie’s new sheepies.

When Henderson told them the story, Eddie scoffed and laughed at the absurdity of it, but Wheeler and Sinclair quickly backed the kid up. Harrington showing up later that night to give all of them a ride further proved that they might’ve been telling the truth.

That doesn’t mean Harrington won’t tell Eddie to fuck off if he shows up at his door asking for help, but it’s worth a try. Eddie can’t keep driving around Hawkins like this, not when he’s starting to feel dizzy.

So he drives to Loch Nora, easily spotting Harrington’s house thanks to the familiar BMW parked out front.

Over the years, he’s heard the rumors about Steve’s parents rarely being home, and as he walks up to the door and rings the doorbell, he hopes they’re all true. That it’s just Harrington in the house tonight.

But after a couple of minutes, during which no one opens the door, Eddie starts to wonder if Harrington himself might not be home at all.

“Fucking figures,” Eddie mutters, turning on his heels, resigning himself to spending the night in his van, hoping that the new sheriff won’t find him and write him up.

But just as he takes a step towards his van, the door opens behind him, and when he glances back, he finds a bleary-eyed Steve Harrington peeking through the opening.

His eyes widen the moment he sees him and Eddie can’t help but notice that he also relaxes a little, like he was expecting something worse than the town’s freak knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

“Munson?” He says, his eyebrows furrowing.

Eddie gives him a dorky salute. “Evening, Your Majesty!”

“What are you doing here?” He asks, but then Eddie steps into the porch light, and he gasps. “Jesus, man. What happened to you?”

“Fucking Carver and his fucking friends. They took my stash and beat me up.” Steve winces sympathetically, but Eddie can tell he’s still wondering why that led to Eddie showing up at his door. “Henderson mentioned that you fixed him up the other day, so I thought– I, uh–” He stops talking as he realizes just how dumb this is. Harrington and he aren’t friends, they don’t even know each other. He grimaces. “You know what? Nevermind, this was stupid, I’ll just fuck off. Night, Harrington.”

“Dude, wait!” He says, opening the door wider. Eddie gets a glimpse of a bat in his hand, and he can’t help but wonder exactly what Steve was expecting to find at his door.

“You, uh– you’re gonna finish the job?” Eddie asks, staring pointedly at the bat, which he can tell now is covered in nails. What the fuck?

“What?” Harrington looks down at the bat. “Oh. Shit, man, no, I just– sorry, uh–” he trails off, simply setting the bat aside against the wall. “You don’t have to go.”

“No, I do,” Eddie says, tugging a lock of hair in front of his face, embarrassed. “You don’t owe me anything, we’re not even friends–”

“No, but you’re friends with Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair.”

“So you’ll help me for them?” Eddie asks quietly.

Harrington shrugs. “Won’t be the worst thing I’ve done for those shitheads.” And before Eddie can ask what he means by that, he steps aside, holding the door open for Eddie. “Come in, man.”

Eddie steps over the threshold and hears the door click shut behind him. It’s not his first time here, but the house looks so much different without a party happening. Empty, sterile, cold.

Harrington gestures at the staircase. “First aid kit is upstairs,” he says, and with a nod, Eddie follows him to the second floor and into his bedroom. This– this is new. Never in a million years did Eddie think he’d be in Steve Harrington’s bedroom. So while he looks for the first aid kit, Eddie walks around and snoops.

He doesn’t find anything interesting. Harrington’s room is pretty boring actually– the plaid wallpaper, the sports magazines on the desk, the action movie posters over the bed. But then Eddie notices a cork board near the desk, and stuck to it there are pictures of Harrington with Eddie’s kids, as well as a few others– the redhead girl who recently moved across from his trailer, the Byers kid that went missing a few years ago, a girl with short curls that he’s never seen before, and a girl who Eddie guesses is Sinclair’s little sister. So the kiddos weren’t lying, Harrington does have a soft spot for them. Or maybe for nerds in general, Eddie thinks when he recognizes Robin Buckley from the marching band in a few pictures as well.

Maybe that’s part of the reason why Harrington didn’t shut the door in his face. Eddie is a nerd, after all.

“Found it,” Harrington says, heading to the bathroom and gesturing at Eddie to follow. He sets the first aid kit on the sink, rummaging through it. With a wince, Eddie hops onto the counter next to it.

“Dude, are you expecting an apocalypse or something?” He snorts, staring at the contents of the kit. He expected painkillers and some bandages, but Harrington has a fully stocked first aid kit. Eddie glances up from what he’s pretty sure is a suture kit to see Harrington’s nose scrunched up.

“I tend to get beaten up a lot,” he mumbles. “I’m sure you’ve heard about that.”

Eddie has. He thinks back to Harrington getting beaten up by Byers, then by Hargrove, and then last summer by– actually, Eddie doesn’t know what happened that time. He just knows it had something to do with Starcourt burning down.

“So you’re an expert?” He asks, legs dangling back and forth. That is, until Steve moves to stand between them.

“Yup. You’re in good hands, Munson,” Steve says, playfully wiggling his fingers.

Eddie gulps, suddenly nervous about having Harrington’s hands on him. Maybe he should’ve thought this through.

Steve probably notices his hesitation, and his hands pause halfway to his face. “This might sting a little, but I gotta clean up the cuts first.”

“Go for it, doc,” Eddie jokes, but his voice wavers a little.

Harrington huffs out a little snort, the corner of his mouth ticking up for a second before his expression turns focused. He gently touches Eddie’s face with a strip of gauze and whatever he soaked it with makes Eddie flinch when it comes in contact with the cut above his eyebrow.

“Sorry,” Steve says sympathetically. He dabs at the cut again, and even if he knows what’s coming, Eddie can’t help but inch back. “Dude, stay still,” he chastises, using his free hand to grab Eddie’s chin and keep his face in place. When he finishes with that cut, he moves on to the one on Eddie’s cheekbone. The whole time Eddie is holding his breath, not because it hurts but because Steve is touching him so gently, and it’s making his stomach flip flop nauseatingly.

“Why did Carver beat you up?” Harrington asks, giving Eddie a short break while grabbing more gauze.

Eddie snorts. “Do jocks need a reason to beat up freaks?”

Steve’s lips purse. “Guess not.”

“I didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re asking, uh–” He trails off momentarily as Steve grabs hold of his chin again and starts cleaning up the cut on his bottom lip. “I, uh, I might’ve insulted his dear mother, but that was only after he and his asshole friends cornered me.”

Steve’s lips stretch into a bemused smile. “It’s good that you fought them off when you did.”

Eddie throws his head back with a cackle. Steve hmphs and grips his chin more firmly, making his stomach do a backflip. “Bold of you to assume I could fight off four jocks on my own. I’m built like a fucking twig, man.”

Steve’s eyes dart down to Eddie’s bare arms in his cutoff shirt. “You’re not,” he mumbles before clearing his throat and averting his eyes, his cheeks pink under the bathroom light. “How did you uh, get away then?”

“Guy from the store scared them off,” Eddie mumbles as Steve cleans his last cut, the one on the bridge of his nose. He leaves the spot between his legs to get more supplies and Eddie finds himself looking down at Steve’s arms, big and strong with muscles rippling underneath his sleeping shirt. Steve could probably fight off four guys with those arms.

Or not, he thinks when he remembers how many times he lost a fight in the last couple of years. Still, Eddie bets they could do some damage. At the very least, they could easily lift him.

“I don’t think you need stitches,” Harrington says, snapping Eddie out of his thoughts. He tries to school his expression into one that doesn’t say he’s fantasizing about Steve lifting him into this very own sink. He really doesn’t need another jock punching him tonight.

“That’s good news, Nurse Harrington.”

“Your face will probably bruise, though,” Steve says, grabbing some butterfly band-aids, applying them over the cuts.

Eddie grimaces. So much for Wayne not finding out.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, you’re good,” he says, gesturing at him to continue. “I, uh, I didn’t want my uncle to see me like this. That’s why I didn’t go home, he ain’t working tonight.”

“What were you gonna do if I didn’t open the door?”

Eddie shrugs, wincing a little when Steve applies the band-aids over the cut on his nose. “Sleep in my van, probably. Might do that anyway when you’re done patching me up, doc.”

Steve scrunches up his nose. Eddie gets hit by the urge to kiss it. “Yeah, no, you’re not. You can stay here. I didn’t go through the trouble of fixing you up so you can crash your van and die from a possible concussion,” he says, his hands settling on his hips.

“What do you know about concussions, Harrington?” Eddie asks, trying to ignore the way his body tingles at the prospect of spending the night here.

“I’ve had like, three at this point, man,” Steve says with a snort. “So you’re staying?”

“If His Majesty insists,” Eddie says with a royal twist of his hand.

Steve shakes his head amusedly and closes the lid on his first aid kit, which Eddie takes as a sign that they’re done here and hops down from the sink.

“So which guest bedroom is mine?” Eddie asks, following Steve out of the bathroom.

He pauses and gives Eddie a sheepish look. “Oh, uh, actually there are no guest bedrooms.”

Eddie frowns. That doesn’t sound right. “What? But I heard Tommy Hagan brag about hooking up in every one of them during your parties.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fucking Tommy,” he mutters. “Yeah, we used to have guest rooms but my parents turned them into a gym, an office, an art studio. Since they never have friends or family over.”

“So I guess I’ll take the couch?” Eddie asks. It looked comfortable enough from the glimpse he got before Steve led him upstairs. Better than the old one back at the trailer.

But Steve shakes his head. “No way, you just got the living shit beat out of you. I’m not making you sleep on a couch.” Before Eddie can ask where he’s making him sleep, he casually adds, “We can share my bed.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you borrow some clothes to sleep.”

“What?”

Steve’s mouth twitches up and Eddie wonders if he’s messing with him, but then he walks over to his closet and starts rummaging through his clothes. “Do you prefer shorts or sweatpants?” He asks over his shoulder.

The thought of wearing any clothes belonging to Steve leaves Eddie gaping like a fish.

“Eddie?” Steve says when he doesn’t get an answer. “Uh, sweatpants are fine,” he stammers out.

Soon, he’s holding in his hands one of Steve’s old Hawkins High shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He excuses himself to change in the bathroom– and takes advantage of the privacy to have a little freak out because he’s about to sleep in Steve Harrington’s bed wearing Steve Harrington’s clothes next to Steve Harrington.

He wonders if Steve was right about him having a concussion, and if that could be causing hallucinations. That would make more sense than whatever is happening instead.

But concussion or not, Eddie figures he might as well roll with it.

He allows himself a sniff from Steve’s shirt that he’s wearing before he tells himself that he needs to be normal if he doesn’t want Steve to get weirded out and kick him off the bed.

But when he steps out of the bathroom, Steve is the one acting weird, by building some kind of pillow barrier in the middle of the bed.

“Uh, I know you’ve probably heard the rumors about me, man, but you don’t have to do that, I won’t jump you in your sleep,” Eddie says, hanging a hand from his neck.

Steve cocks his head, frowns and then when he realizes what Eddie is saying, he frantically shakes his head. “What– oh, no, dude, no– this isn’t for you, I’m not worried about that,” he says earnestly. “This is for me! I tend to move a lot and cuddle anyone I sleep with.”

Eddie relaxes a little. If Steve knows about him and he’s not throwing pillows at him, then maybe he’s cool with it, so he hesitantly gets on the bed– and even lets himself crack a joke. “And you don’t want to cuddle with me?”

Thanks to the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Eddie sees Steve’s cheeks pink up. “I do, but uh, I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Eddie’s brain screeches to a halt. “Back the fuck up you– you do?”

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles, brushing his hair back. “Who doesn’t love cuddling?”

“Straight guys sharing a bed with a gay dude,” Eddie says, blinking at him with owlish eyes. “That’s who.”

“Well,” Steve starts casually before upending Eddie’s whole world. “I’m not straight, so your point is moot.”

What in the ever loving fuck?

“I think– I think you were right about the concussion,” Eddie mumbles dumbly. “I’m pretty sure I’m hallucinating right now.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re not. I mean it. Dudes are hot.”

A hysterical laugh tumbles from Eddie’s lips. “Yeah,” he says in a high-pitched tone, giving Steve a pointed once over. “I know.”

Steve’s lips stretch into a smirk. “Thanks, but I was talking about you.”

Eddie squeaks pathetically, and the only thing he can think to do is throw the covers over his head.

Steve’s chuckles are muffled, but he still hears him down there. “Relax, Eddie, I won’t jump you,” he says, echoing his words.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mumbles. “I, uh, wouldn’t mind.”

“What was that?”

Eddie removes the covers, his cheeks are burning and Steve can probably tell by how red they must be. “I said I wouldn’t mind.”

Something dark flashes across Steve’s face before he gets it under control. He reaches over the pillow barrier to brush his thumb gently over the cut on Eddie’s cheekbone. “Tell you what, if you make it through the night, I’ll do it.”

Excitement and anticipation bubble up in Eddie’s chest. With a feigned pout, he says, “You would deny a dying man his last wish, Stevie? That’s cruel.”

He snorts amusedly. “Let’s say I’m giving you an incentive to live.”

“How do I know it’s worth it?”

Just as he did in the bathroom, Steve grabs Eddie’s chin and uses his hold to pull him closer, over the mountain of pillows until he can press his lips against Eddie’s.

He keeps the kiss short, sweet, and ends it with a swipe of his tongue over Eddie’s cut lip. It stings a little, but he doesn’t give a fuck.

Eddie blinks dazedly at Steve, who is grinning smugly.

“Now you know,” he says, and with a wink, he flops down on the bed. “Sleep, Munson. And don’t die.”

Eddie doubts he’ll me able to sleep after that, but he refuses to die before he has the chance to kiss Steve Harrington again– or before he can send Jason Carver a fucking thank you note.

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arciam · 1 day ago

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Deep Dive:

Jayce vs. Romance

(Or, Part 7½ of the "Underrated JayVik" meta series.)

I did say all the way back in part 7 that I might write a separate post about my perception of Jayce when it comes to romantic relationships, so that's what this is.

Obviously, this character-read is very informed by the notion of JayVik being a thing - because, y'know, so is my read of the show - so to start with, we'll have to take the following things for granted for the sake of argument:

Jayce is not straight (I'm not opposed to the idea of a cosmic love which transcends gender, I just don't think it has to be "only" that - we can have both you know)

Jayce's feelings for Viktor, at least by the end of the show, are romantic in nature and Jayce is aware of it (how him and those feelings get there is one topic of this meta)

I will extrapolate a lot from how Jayce behaves in his relationship with Mel, seeing as there are very limited points of reference otherwise

All of this is a personal hypothesis, not a claim to truth

And, if at any point you get the impression I'm talking about a character who might be on the spectrum here, I'm not saying that, but I'm not not saying that iykyk

Now, with all that out of the way:

1. Let me first tell you the story of a nerdy kid

Born into a lower House of toolmakers in the elite part of the city, this young man attends the prestigious academy as - essentially - "the poorest rich kid", where his only friend just might be the teenage daughter of his high-society patrons (who, by the way, are the only other people he will think to turn to outside of his family before deciding to end his life).

He's both a handy and a cerebral guy who has spent most of his life in single-minded pursuit of an outlandish (and also... quite illegal) idea. Everything in his life revolves around it; he hangs tapestries of magicians on his walls and fills his windowsill with interesting crystals he found. He travels to deserts and conducts covert research with dubious equipment, all in hopes of making his singular dream a reality.

So, if his lower status or the weird vibes of his hyperfixation didn't make him a loner, then the necessary secrecy surrounding his special interest certainly would.

(...At the same time, however, he just so happens to also be tall, built, conventionally attractive and carry himself with confidence - so when we as the audience first meet him, we kinda assume that he would be a popular person who has it all, though only because we're conditioned to assume so of people who, well, are like that. Also, the show does a clever thing by first introducing him to us bantering with a pretty girl who appears impressed by him, before we learn of their sibling-like relationship.)

Now, why do I say all of this when it has nothing much to do with romance?

Because this is the boy Jayce never stopped seeing in himself.

A nerd always tinkering away on his model railways in the basement by himself, essentially. He doesn't lack self-esteem necessarily; he is comfortable with who he is and confident in his cause, but he does rather see himself as the odd one out.

Even as the show goes on, despite his charm, his looks, his eloquence and talent for public speaking, I don't feel like Jayce ever truly realises the power and the appeal of him. He knows it tends to "work" whenever he takes the floor (and he is absolutely thrilled with the positive response), but I feel like it's a skill he steps into like a pair of dress shoes, more so than something he views as an innate part of who he is.

2. Boy meets girl - and boy (in one night!)

✨Pop quiz!✨

What happens when the guy who considers himself the least eligible bachelor in the room meets the two - in his eyes - coolest, sharpest, most capable and most admirable people he's ever seen?

(Or more importantly, when those same people express an interest in him and the singular thing his whole life revolves around?)

Well, essentially this:

Sorry, wrong image.

This:

This leads me to headcanon #1 regarding Jayce's relationships with other people:

Anytime any person Jayce looks up to tells him he's a good boy so much as gives him the time of day, he is thrilled.

3. So about that windfall...

Irrespective of all of what I just said though, Jayce also strikes me as a guy who... while definitely not uninterested in having a romantic relationship, doesn't ever actively go for people in a romantic way (or physical, for that matter).

And y'know, case in point is really just how my girl did all of that

yet not only is Mel still required to close the entire gap all by herself in the end, but even in moments where Jayce might recognise her flirtation, you just never see any gears turning in his head like "maybe I should do something about this".

(I remember actually laughing out loud when in episode 4, Mel sways her hips at Jayce asking "To what do I owe the pleasure~?", and for a moment, as Jayce hesitates, I obviously assumed he would pick up on the suggestiveness in some way - if only as recognition on his face -, only for him to go "It's Heimerdinger..." Like, literally the least sexy thing to possibly say in that moment. 😂)

This is why I previously described Jayce as a guy to just kind of... roll with the punches in situations like that.

Though less flatteringly, in conversation I have also likened him to the specific breed of man in real life who "seem content to let themselves be picked up like windfall" - not particularly choosey about who gets to do so and instead opting mostly for the path of least resistance, romance-wise.

Which brings us to headcanon #2:

Jayce - while a highly emotional person who is not afraid to show it - doesn't tend to consciously concern himself with and think about his feelings, what they mean, or where his romantic interests lie, really. He's mostly just along for the ride.

4. By God it's Mel Medarda with a steel chair..!

Now, what do you get when you combine these factors into one character?

Well in this specific case, you get Jayce Talis who - when one of the most capable and admirable people he knows decides, for some reason, that she wants a piece of him - is more than happy to oblige and be with an amazing person. He's just thrilled to be there, basically.

Congrats, Mel - you've managed to push through Jayce's complete lack of response to your advances and unlocked his rare "love-starved boyfriend" skin as a reward!

...So what about Viktor, then?

Well.

He didn't.

As I mentioned in the original post as well, my personal JayVik pet theory is such that "if at any point during their partnership Viktor had made a move first, I do believe Jayce would have put up the equal amount of resistance he did with Mel, so... zero."

(And when I say "move" I mean MOVE - again, nothing short of a smacker or outright love confession would have been enough to spark Jayce into action yet at that point.)

If we're taking the idea that Jayce is "not straight" for granted (which we are), then looking at both Mel and Viktor through Jayce's eyes, I honestly don't believe Mel ever had that much over Viktor in terms of being a viable romantic option - other than the simple fact that she is the one who claimed that spot.

Or, as @glassvines wrote in response to the original post: "Viktor had all the cards...but none of the confidence".

5. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done

So yeah, that's tragic and all, but then how do we get to this point?

"Now, all I want... is you."

(Oh hush, don't pretend this is not what that line actually means.)

Point being, if Jayce - while he might not have refused Viktor and may have been equally happy to "oblige" - never consciously considered his own desires and wouldn't have actively pursued a relationship not explicitly handed to him... then what happened for him to end up here, dishing out banger after banger of quotable love confessions which contain the clear message of "I have made my choice, and it's you"?

...Well, in a way I sorta gave it away with the very first image of this post, didn't I.

Oh, what a timeout in the naughty corner can do to set a guy's priorities straight...

With Jayce spending weeks in stark isolation at the bottom of a ravine in the most extreme allegory of "getting locked in a room with someone until you talk it out" (except the guy you're locked in with is you), this proves to be an absolutely crucial time of introspection for him in a multitude of ways.

It's where he faces the wrong turns he took, realises that Heimerdinger was always right about the Arcane's corruption, and recognises the ways in which Mel had used and manipulated him.

It's also where he finally realises what - who - was most important to him all along, and in what way.

(The first three, you can glean from the voice lines played over the scene by the way, in case you're wondering.

So is that last bit just me making stuff up, then? No - it's an interpretation for sure, but not a fabrication. See, the shot of Mel's image burning away before Jayce and giving way to Viktor's instead is not only interesting for drawing yet another parallel between them, but also for being a shot that is otherwise out of place with the voice lines. For instance, there are several lines from Heimerdinger, yet Jayce doesn't envision him; there are none from Viktor - a striking absence in and of itself -, yet he does appear.

If nothing else, what this tells us is that this shot is - mostly - detached from Jayce's other epiphanies that I specified above. At which point, if you then take the shot by itself and purely at face value, it does become a... surprisingly candid symbolism really, if you ask me.)

To be clear though: The preference was always there.

After all, Jayce had previously already recognised that his place had always been with Viktor. Also he did dip out of Mel's bed to go see Viktor before he could have even known Viktor was sick that one time, so...

He just hadn't really thought about what that meant.

But lo and behold, it only took a stint in boyfailure jail for Jayce to consciously come to the realisation of not only that, but also that he is, in fact, not content to be windfall about whom he pledges his love and loyalty to anymore.

He wants to close the gap this time.

And to think: all of that even before he learned that Viktor was also the cause of his lifelong special interest in the first place like whaaaat. Imagine the day he must be having...

Jokes aside though; obviously, there is something to be said about Jayce meeting mage!Viktor and finally understanding - as I pointed out in part 13 - just how much Viktor truly needs him, and this perhaps being the final piece of the puzzle for Jayce to realise his priorities as well.

It would have made this post even longer though, and not even added very much, since I do believe multiple things can be true at once here.

Part 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/7½/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17

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aquarius-johnny · 18 hours ago

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"seasons of love" | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff, smut | wc: 10.7k | au: strangers to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x afab! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: dom! johnny, big dick johnny (hehe), mentions of alcohol, phone sex, exchanging of sexual pictures, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (m + f receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms, talking through it, praising, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, honey), reader's bestie's has a name for writing purposes, mentions of other members (mark, doyoung, yuta), it's intentional that johnny always greets the reader with 'hey baby' 𝜗𝜚 summary: moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : i tried to edit this to bring it down to at least 8k, but the smut scenes kept pushing up the word count, but those of you who read it, i hope you enjoy! feel free to send me your thoughts!

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── Winter

[Thursday, 6:20 PM]

💌 Johnny: I don’t believe in love at first sight, but you have me considering love at first swipe.

That’s the first message Johnny sends you when you match with him on some random dating app your best friend begged you to get on to find someone to spice up the boring routine of your everyday life.

Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of a reply only to have another message come in.

💌 Johnny: Wait, that might be too forward. Maybe this will work instead: 💌 Johnny: My mom told me not to talk to strangers online, but I’ll make an exception for you.

You shake your head as you playfully roll your eyes at his messages, a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

You: Yeah, that works a lot better. You should open up with that line from now on.

You reply, anxiously waiting for his response as you swipe through the profile of the attractive man you’re surprised you matched with.

💌 Johnny: Can’t. I’m not a fan of using the same line on multiple people, so I hate to break it to you, but that line is for you and only you.

You: Oh? Mind if I use that line, too? You’re smooth with your words.

💌 Johnny: But it’s for you and only you :( What if it gets you someone else? That’s not fair! 💌 Johnny: Also thanks, I’m only smooth through messages though. Flirting with people irl makes me nervous.

You: Really? You don’t strike me as someone who gets nervous around people.

💌 Johnny: And you don’t strike me as someone to be on a filthy dating app like this.

You: Filthy? But you’re here, too.

💌 Johnny: I’ve been here for months now and I can say with confidence, you and me? We’re the exception.

You: Striking out?

💌 Johnny: Left and right :( 💌 Johnny: It's not me, I swear!

You: What else could it be?

💌 Johnny: Maybe the universe had its plans for me to meet you. I mean, we’re here now, right?

You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling a sensation of flutters in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at your phone, you see another message pop up.

💌 Johnny: I’ll lay off the flirtatious comments, it’s going to lose its effect if I keep going and we don’t want that. 💌 Johnny: Sooo…how was your day?

You let out a small laugh, typing out your response. As you lay in bed messaging this stranger back for what felt like hours, you learn he’s born and raised in Chicago, he’s an only child, currently works at a startup company that focuses on coding education for students, his last relationship ended nearly a year and a half ago, and he has great music taste. He even shares his favorite songs with you — sending you a link to his Spotify profile to check out some of his created playlists.

You share bits of yourself, somehow feeling a bit mundane compared to the man you’re talking to.

💌 Johnny: So genuinely asking, why’d you jump on this app? I figure you don’t have a hard time meeting people in real life.

You: My friend told me to download this “filthy app” to spice up my boring routine. It's easier to meet people online nowadays, I suppose. You: What about you? You seem extroverted enough to meet people in real life, and you’re not hard to look at, so what’s the catch?

💌 Johnny: Not hard to look at? Did you just call me good looking without actually saying it? That’s cute. 💌 Johnny: You’re cute, too. 💌 Johnny: But like yourself, I find it’s easier to meet people online. I can think of what to say before I send it whereas I’d probably be stumbling over my words in person.

You: Mr. Smooth Talker stumbling over his words? Can’t see that happening at all.

💌 Johnny: Why don’t we meet and you can find out?

You: Not comfortable with that, yet. After all, I just met you. How do I know you’re not a killer?

💌 Johnny: Fair enough, I don’t know if you’re a killer, too, so I’ll wait.

You: Might be a while. I’m a painfully busy girl these days.

💌 Johnny: As long as you’re willing to respond, I’ll wait however long I need to. 💌 Johnny: After all, the universe brought us together and we don’t want to disappoint the universe, right?

[Tuesday, 10:06 AM]

It’s been a couple of weeks since matching with Johnny and you both have been in constant contact with each other every day – the only time there’s a break in communication is during work hours, but even then you both find yourselves opening the app to send a quick message to each other.

Although you normally would be messaging outside of the app with the rate you’re going back and forth at this point, you don’t mind. While a small part of you feels maybe this is his way of keeping you at a distance, you convince yourself this is purely getting to know him – not worrying about whether or not you’ll be getting a relationship out of it. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about him more than you should and it certainly doesn’t prevent you from wondering if he’s thinking about you as much as you did him.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your best friend and co–worker, Yuri, call out your name before giving a gentle nudge to your arm. When you look at her, she’s looking back at you suspiciously – noting your lack of attentiveness these past few days.

“What’s been distracting you these days?” She asks, twirling her favorite pen between her fingers. “It’s not like you to be daydreaming during work.”

You apologize, slightly shaking your head as if it’ll refocus your train of thought. “You were saying something about lunch?”

“Yeah, think you can come with me to that cute coffee shop?” She lowers her voice before continuing, ensuring no one hears her next sentences. “I need fuel for this stupid project.” She rolls her eyes before letting out a huff. “I don’t know what the hell the boss was thinking, assigning a five person project to two people, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough couple of months.”

“Good idea,” you nod, clearly distracted as you see your phone screen light up with a notification from Johnny. You’re tempted to open it, but you flip your phone over instead, sharply inhaling to refocus on your task at hand.

“So,” Yuri drawls. “Who’d you meet on the app that has you acting like this?”

You turn your attention to Yuri – tilting your head and knitting your brows together in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you try to bite back a smile, Yuri notices you shying away from her.

“Oh come on,” she rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “You came in with your eyes glued to your phone, your phone screen is lighting up like crazy with notifications, and you’re seriously distracted.” She sends you a devilish grin, reading you like a book. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love.”

“Not in love,” you quickly clarify as you begin to jot down a priority list for the project that was assigned last week. “But if you must know, yes, I did meet someone.”

Yuri’s eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, clearly surprised you’re actually giving someone your time which isn’t something you did since your last relationship that ended two years prior. Yuri stands from her computer chair, quickly gathering some of her work essentials. “Come on,” she lets out, softly hitting you in the arm to grab your attention. “Let’s go to the meeting room to work on our project and you can tell me everything about this guy.”

Upon entering the meeting room, Yuri shuts the glass door and flips the sign on the door to “in use” before pulling some of the blinds down halfway to prevent onlookers who walk past the floor to ceiling windows.

“Tell me everything.” She squeals, pulling a seat next to you. “Do not leave anything out.”

You sharply inhale, bracing yourself to tell your best friend everything you know about Johnny. As you share, her face lights up as she listens to you talk about this mystery guy which in return causes your face to heat up from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

“Pictures! Show me pictures.” Yuri smiles widely.

You pull up his dating profile and you hand your phone over to her. The first picture already has her gushing. “Oh, he’s cute! Like really cute.” When she reaches the end of his photos, she lets out a small, disappointed sigh, wanting to see more. “Have you two met in person yet?” She asks, handing your phone back to you.

You shake your head, puffing your cheeks. “We haven’t had the time to,” you sigh. “Plus, I’ve been kinda putting it off.”

“And why is that?” Yuri’s brows furrow, almost disappointed in your actions — or lack thereof.

“It’s easier to communicate over the phone.” You defend, crossing your arms. “Plus, meeting in person feels so serious. I’m enjoying getting to know him.”

Yuri nods in understanding. “Well,” she deeply inhales before stretching her arms over her head. “At least you know he’s not in it for a hookup, that’s for sure.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“I don’t think he’d be messaging you after you rejected seeing him the first time, especially for this long. A guy like him doesn’t need to play the long game to get laid, either. Regardless, there’s definitely something about you that’s keeping his attention, that’s for sure.”

[Tuesday, 11:47 AM]

As you’re waiting in line to place your order, you finally check your phone to check the messages from Johnny that you missed before lunch. The beating of your heart accelerates causing your hands to lightly tremble as you unlock your phone, almost nervous to see what he has to say to you but your nerves begin to settle when your eyes quickly scan over his words, causing you to smile at your phone.

💌 Johnny: Hey, I hope you’re having a great day so far! 💌 Johnny: I fed this stray cat on my way back to work and it followed me all the way to the building. I think it thinks I’m its dad, now. 💌 Johnny: Btw, if I asked for your number, would you freak out?

You: I guess you’re a cat dad, now. Congrats!

You: Also, no, I wouldn’t freak out. Do you want my number?

Before you could slide your phone into your pocket, you feel it vibrate in your hand.

💌 Johnny: Yes I want your number 💌 Johnny: If you don’t mind 💌 Johnny: Please :)

[Wednesday, 6:19 PM]

As you’re laying in bed, your phone lights up with a message from Johnny. It’s been like this for a month and a half — waking up to a good morning text, constantly texting throughout the day, and ending the night with a good night text.

💌 Johnny: I was wondering something.

You: Yeah?

💌 Johnny: We’ve been texting for almost two months now, right? When do you think I can hear your voice? 💌 Johnny: Not that I don’t enjoy texting, I do! I’m just curious to know what you sound like.

You: Why don’t you call me and find out?

Within seconds, your phone lights up with his name popping up on your screen. You feel your heart nearly jump out of your chest while your stomach feels like it’s doing a hundred cartwheels at once as you read his name on your screen. Heat rushes under your skin before you finally answer.

“Hey!” You greet eagerly before you silently curse yourself, thinking you sound too enthusiastic for the first greeting.

“Hey,” Johnny giggles on the other line. “It’s great to finally hear your voice.”

“Yeah, it’s great to hear yours too.” You bite down on your bottom lip, internally squealing as you speak to him. “How are you?”

“Better, now that I get to hear you.”

“Do I sound like what you expected?” You softly question, pulling your knees to your chest after sitting up in bed – clearly too excited to be casually laying down.

“I don’t think I had any expectations,” Johnny laughs. “But somehow your voice is better than I imagined.” He happily sighs. “What about me? Do I sound like what you thought I would sound like?”

“I don’t think I thought about it as much as you have, but I like it.” You pause for a second. “Your voice, I mean.”

“Yeah, I like yours, too.” You could sense a smile on his face before he clears his throat. “So, how was your day?”

── Spring

[Monday, 6:50 PM]

You slump onto your bed, your head pounding with a headache that creeped in around two in the afternoon and settling itself in the crevices of your skull. You’re swamped at work and the only thing you’ve been looking forward to these days is talking to Johnny. However, tonight is filled with disappointment when you find out he’ll be at his friend’s house for a small get-together for the night — earning a groan from you knowing you most likely won’t hear his voice before bed when you’ve gotten so accustomed to it.

💌 Johnny: If you need me, just call me. 💌 Johnny: I promise I’ll answer :)

You smile at his text before tossing your phone onto your bed. Hopping into the shower, you hoped that the steam would somehow alleviate your throbbing head only for it to still be there when you got out. Getting ready for bed, you check your phone to see Johnny sent you a picture of him and his friends playing a game of monopoly with the attached text: wish you were here.

Before you could respond, Yuri’s contact photo fills your screen, pulling your attention towards her instead.

“Hey!” She greets. “Sorry to talk about work, but it’ll be quick!”

Sitting on the foot of your bed with a towel wrapped around your body, you let out a quiet sigh to brace yourself. “Sure, what’s up?” You let out, yawning from the mental fatigue you’ve been feeling the past week.

“You don’t sound too well,” Yuri comments, hearing ruffling from her side — assuming she’s opening a bag of her favorite snack.

“I have this horrible headache that water and meds can’t seem to get rid of,” you pout and groan, falling back into your bed, phone situated against your ear.

“Why don’t you call Johnny,” she teases. “I heard an orgasm can fix a lot of things. Maybe it can relieve that headache of yours?”

“Ha ha,” you dryly retort. “I still haven’t met him in person and even if I did, he’s hanging out with friends tonight.”

“Okay, so get him on the phone for phone sex?” Yuri advises nonchalantly. “Nothing’s hotter than sneaking away in the bathroom to hear moans on the other end of the phone.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience,” you laugh before you hear the crunch of a snack on her end of the call.

“It’s the thrill that keeps me going in life,” she giggles. “Get some sleep, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow about the project. You, my friend, are in desperate need of a good night’s rest. Nighty night!”

Pondering the thought for a moment, your thumb hovers over Johnny’s number in your phone. You look at yourself in your full length mirror placed in front of your bed. It can’t hurt, right?

Settling on the thought of ‘just do it,’ you begin fluffing the pillows against your headboard before positioning yourself with your back pressed against your pillows and in view of the mirror. You unwrap the towel around your body, open the camera app on your phone – ensuring your face is blocked, spread open your thighs, and capture a shot of your reflection.

Without a second thought, you’re opening your messaging app and attaching the photo to the message thread you have with Johnny — adding the text: wish you were here, too before you impulsively hit send.

Your heart races — the adrenaline from doing something you find to be incredibly risky and something you’ve never dared to do before. You see the little notification that indicates Johnny has opened the text, causing you to throw your phone across your bed, almost afraid to see what he’s about to say. Two messages come in before you cautiously grab your phone to read them.

💌 Johnny: Hey, um, did you mean to send me that? 💌 Johnny: I can delete it if it was a mistake

You: Not a mistake but if you don’t like it, feel free to delete it

Your heart pounds against your chest and your mouth goes dry in anticipation. A wave of regret suddenly washes over you and you begin to type out an apology text to Johnny – something along the lines of not blaming him if he never wanted to speak to you again. You’re about to send it until another text from him pops up.

💌 Johnny: Can I call you, please?

Quickly erasing the previously typed out message, you respond with a simple yes. Within seconds, you have your phone pressed to your ear.

“Hey,” you softly greet.

“Hey.” His voice is hushed, but you hear a faint echo as he speaks, indicating he’s in the bathroom. “What’s up with that picture you sent?”

“You don’t like it,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry, I -”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckles softly. “The total opposite, actually. Just wondering why all of a sudden.”

“I have a headache that won’t go away and I heard an orgasm would help relieve it.” Your voice is so timid and shy, Johnny can’t help but find it cute.

“I can help you with that, for sure.” He breathily responds. “Hold on real quick.”

You hum, cunt dripping with excitement. Your mind races at the realization that Johnny was absolutely down for this just as much as you are. Your phone vibrates against your ear, seeing a photo attachment pops up.

“I sent you a little inspirational photo,” Johnny whispers. “In case you need to imagine what you’re working with.”

You open the message, letting out a loud, surprised gasp at the picture he sent. “T-that’s not little,” you stutter, staring at the photo of his cock he sent you — his lengthy shaft is mouth watering as your eyes follow the protruding veins that run from the base of his cock to his redden mushroom tip that’s clearly leaking clear and thick precum.

“Do you like it?” Johnny lets out an amused laugh at your reaction.

“Love it,” you breathe; breath shakier than expected.

“Touch yourself for me,” he instructs. “Let’s make you feel better, hm?”

“Mm,” you softly let out. You place him on speaker and lay your phone against your chest before you lick your index and middle finger and begin tracing circles around your excited clit, letting out soft moans into your phone.

“That’s it, baby.” He coos. “I wanna make you feel good, you wouldn’t have to do a thing if I was there with you.” Johnny’s hand slicks up and down, trying to muffle the noises he desperately wants to let out.

You softly groan. “What would you do to me?” Your voice sends shivers down his spine — so soft and sweet, it’s driving him crazy.

“Everything,” he sharply inhales. “I’d eat my baby out so well, you’ll forget how to speak. I’d fuck you so good, you’ll be craving it all the time. Everything you want me to do, baby I’ll do it for you.” He groans, his fist tightening around his hardened shaft.

You giggle, dipping your fingers into your cunt. “I wish my fingers were yours instead,” you pout. “I bet you would make me cum on your fingers alone.”

“Tell me how it feels inside of you,” he begs, jaw slacking open, his mind running wild with sinful thoughts of you.

“It’s soft, warm, and really really wet,” you smile. “I think it’d be a perfect time for you to slide inside of me. You’re so big and I just know you’ll stretch me so well.”

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles under his breath, imagining himself bottoming out inside of you. “I wanna make you cum all night,” he whispers, voice hitching. “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Can we make that a promise?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Mhm,” he smiles. “I promise,.”

You rub yourself quickly, your moans bouncing off your bedroom walls mixing with the muffled sounds of Johnny’s pleas. “Faster,” you whimper. “I want you to fuck me faster.”

Johnny speeds up his pace, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle his groans from his friends. His breath quivers and a soft, desperate whimper parts his lips. You match Johnny’s pace.

Neither of you speak – only allowing the frenzied noises that escape your lips to talk for both of you.

“Baby,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” he grunts. “Fuck, wish you could cum all over my cock. I wanna feel that pretty pussy tighten around me.”

His words give you that small push to your orgasm, crying out as you ride out your high, fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit as your mind flashes the photo of Johnny sent you, imagining him release inside of you.

The raunchy noises you make send Johnny over the edge. He bites down on his bottom lip and a strangled groan is heard. Strings of thick, hot ropes paint his blushed cock, shaft twitching as he closes his eyes, his mind imagining filling you up with his creamy essence.

You lift your phone to record a video as Johnny gathers his thoughts before quickly cleaning himself up. Opening your front facing camera, you keep your lower half of your face in frame as you bring your two digits to your mouth, sucking off the remnants of your release. You hit send and wait for him to open it.

“Your lips are so perfect.” Johnny gives you an entertained chuckle. “I’d love to see them wrapped around my cock.” He sighs, imagining the sight. “How’s your headache, by the way?”

“It’s gone now. Thank you for helping me,” you sigh in pleasure.

“Anytime,” he smiles against his phone. “Anytime you need to do that again, call me.”

“I will,” you giggle.

[Friday, 8:30 PM]

“How’s work going?” You ask Johnny, cuddling into your pillow.

“It’s going well. We’re working on getting some people on this project to build a kid-friendly coding software where kids as young as five can learn how to code in schools.” He pauses, taking a sip of his drink. “We’re hoping that it’ll build interest at a young age. But enough about me, how’s work going for you, baby?”

Your body never fails to react when he calls you the pet name he settled on. “It’s been hectic,” you yawn. “The project Yuri and I have been assigned to isn’t the easiest to balance when the workload we usually get is the same.”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could do something to help,” he pouts sympathetically. “Is there anything I can do to help ease your stress?”

“Give me some of your ability to be extroverted for the duration of this project,” you weakly laugh. “I hate having to talk to people and the fact we have to present our ideas to higher ups constantly nearly sends me into a breakdown every time. I applied for this job because it didn’t involve a lot of contact with people, but our boss clearly has another direction he wants to take the company.”

“Not much of a talker? That’s hard to believe with how much you talk my ear off every day,” he jokingly remarks.

“Guess I have a soft spot for you,” you hum, heart swelling with love for the guy on the other line.

“Good,” he smiles. “I like talking to you. I actually find myself missing your voice every day. Sometimes I think my only motivation to get through the day is being able to hear you before bed every night.”

“Missing my voice? But you said you hear it every night.” You shift in your bed, giggling at Johnny’s words.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I don’t miss it when we hang up,” he tiredly chuckles, clearing his throat. “I guess that means I like you a lot, huh?”

Your heart skips a beat, feeling your entire body heat up at his confession.

“I guess it does,” you sigh with a smile. “But it’s okay because I like you a lot, too.”

[Thursday, 6:30 PM]

“We should head home,” Yuri yawns, tugging on your office chair as she tries to pry you away from your computer. “There’s no point in staying here if we’re not getting overtime.”

Rubbing your temples, you stand from your chair. The office you’ve been in since eight in the morning is now dimly lit — the lights of busy businesses lined on the strip of your office building illuminate through the floor to ceiling windows. Only a handful of employees tapping away on their computer’s keyboard, trying to finish up the overwhelming amount of work they’re drowning in.

You grab your belongings before walking with Yuri to the building’s parking garage and to your car. You tiredly wave goodbye to her and check your phone to find a couple of worried messages from Johnny.

💌 Johnny: Good morning, baby! I hope you have a great day today. 💌 Johnny: I miss you, work is a drag :( 💌 Johnny: Getting lunch with a few of my co-workers. I hope your day is going well. Enjoy your lunch! 💌 Johnny: Are you okay? Haven’t heard from you at all today. 💌 Johnny: Baby? I’m seriously getting worried. Is something wrong? 💌 Johnny: Text me when you’re done with work, please.

As you warm up your car, you send a quick message to Johnny.

You: I’m sorry, today was absolute shit. Yuri and I needed to stay back but I’m leaving the office now. I’m sorry I didn’t text you today :( I didn’t have a minute to myself, but I’ll call you when I get home.

When you’re finally home, you throw your belongings to the side, desperate to finally have a moment of peace after a hectic day. You give Johnny a call, like you said you would. He answers after two rings, your mind finding a sense of peace once you hear his voice.

“Hey baby,” he greets. “I missed you today.”

“Hi,” you softly let out. Your eyes begin to prickle and tears threaten to fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks concerned, voice so soft and sweet.

“No.” Your voice trembles as you let your tears fall before you let out a sniffle. “I’m really stressed.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty.”

Your complaints begin to spill out of you, tears staining your cheeks as your frustration grows. Johnny stays quiet, offering the occasional hum to let you know he’s still there and that he’s listening to you. He attempts to find comforting words, but you find yourself yearning for physical comfort — sick and tired of being alone every night when you could be with him instead.

“Johnny?” You whisper weakly.

“Hm?”

“Can I come over?” You ask, tired and exhausted.

“Come over…like to my place?”

“Mhm. You live in the city right? It shouldn’t be too far from where I am, I can probably drive there.”

“Are you sure?” His words intertwined with deep concern. “You sound pretty tired, baby. I can pick you up, instead.”

“I can drive,” you smile weakly. “I promise I’ll drive safely.”

After some convincing, Johnny sends you the address to his apartment building. You quickly wash up and dress comfortably before heading over.

[Thursday, 7:30 PM]

As you carefully scan the apartment numbers, you stop in front of his door. Your nerves are sent into overdrive; part of you reconsidering suddenly meeting him at his apartment and wondering if you should turn around and leave, but you decide not to, considering how you longed to see Johnny.

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door. You’re holding your breath in anticipation, waiting for Johnny to open it. You look down at your feet when you see the front door open, your eyes lifting to meet the tall man in front of you. You let out an exhale when you see the guy you’ve been talking to every night for months.

“Hey baby,” he smiles bashfully, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Come on in.” He extends his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand and step inside, quickly removing your shoes. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you smile up at him, lightly tugging on his fingers.

Johnny pulls you into him, engulfing you in a warm embrace — you take note of his lingering cologne, a woody musk scent that makes you hum; etching the scent into your mind. His hand cups the back of your head, gently petting your hair to comfort you. “I’m glad you’re here, have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head, your cheek still pressed against his chest. “I didn’t have time to,” you sigh, basking in his warmth and embrace.

“Good,” he kisses the top of your head. “I just finished making dinner, we can eat together.”

During dinner, there wasn’t a moment of awkwardness and you silently thank him for taking the reins when it comes to the conversation. Johnny has a knack of making you feel comfortable in his presence.

You appreciate how he listens intently, too — occasionally hooking his fingers with yours as you speak, causing you to stumble over your words when you’re aware of his touch.

“Cute,” he smirks amused by your timidness, bringing the back of your hand to his lips before giving your skin a soft and tender kiss.

After dinner, you watch Johnny wash the dishes as you sit on the island counters behind him.

“Do you need help?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not too much and I’m almost done. Thanks though,” he grins.

He quickly puts away the dishes before turning to you. His hands plant themselves on top the countertop on either side of you. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t feeling the best when you called earlier today.”

“Better,” you smile, resting your hands on the sides of Johnny’s neck, your thumbs idly rubbing against his soft cheeks. “Thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you.”

You flicker between his eyes before your gaze falls onto his lips, noting the natural pout he has before it turns into a smirk — taking notice of you staring.

He slowly leans into you, one hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body closer to his.

When Johnny’s lips meet yours, a spark in your stomach ignites and your heart swells tenfold after feeling his touch.

“So much better than I could ever imagine,” he praises, earning a soft giggle from you before you capture his lips once more and deepening the kiss. He gently rolls his tongue over yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your hands fall to his waist, pulling him close as Johnny’s hands caress the sides of your face, holding you in still.

You’re both pulled out of the trance when you hear Johnny’s doorbell ring.

You pull away from him, face flushed with heat and a light red tint covering Johnny’s cheeks. “Expecting visitors?” You ask, feeling Johnny’s thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin of your lower back.

“No,” he shares, shaking his head. “Let’s just ignore it, maybe they’ll just go away.” He teases, mouthing the crook of your neck and tickling you in the process.

A guy’s voice is heard calling out for Johnny which is followed by a pounding on his front door. “C’mon we know you’re in there! We saw your car parked downstairs!”

Johnny drops his head in disappointment upon realizing who it is, causing you to softly laugh at his reaction.

”It’s my friends,” he sighs. “Their timing is impeccable.” He sarcastically retorts, rolling his eyes before pushing himself away from you.

You quickly hop off the counter top and grab your belongings before following him causing him to stop in his tracks.

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” He asks, his voice dripping with disappointment. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you rest your hand against his warm cheek, giving him a small smile. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to interrupt. They clearly want to hang out with you.”

Grabbing your hand, he shakes his head. “Please don’t leave,” he begs. “You just got here. I don’t wanna say goodbye yet.”

“John!” His friends call out, rapidly knocking on his front door.

“Hold on!” He shouts back before turning his attention back to you, lowering his voice. “Stay the night, please? We won’t do anything but sleep, I promise.”

“Baby,” you sigh. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. You need to rest after today.”

“If I do, what about you?” You half heartedly giggle. “You’re gonna call in sick too?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiles. “We can have a rest day together.”

Your brows lift in shock. “You’re serious?”

“Yes,” he lets out. “I’ll quickly introduce you to my friends and then I’ll tell them to go home.”

You stay quiet, contemplating his offer. While this isn’t something you’d normally do, it’s something you want.

“No,” you shake your head. “You don’t need to send them home.”

Johnny’s heart quickly drops to the pit of his stomach and you note his change in emotion causing you to lace your fingers between his.

“They can stay and hang out with you. I’ll just,” you pause, scanning the room to look for something, anything, to do. “I’ll go lay down and you can join me when you’re done.”

Johnny’s eyes light up. “Y-you’ll stay?” He flashes an excited and toothy grin, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah. It’s innocent, right?” You clarify.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he promises. “But…”

“But?”

“I’m not letting you hide away in my bedroom.”

He opens the front door. Two of his friends are about to greet him, only to be taken aback at the sight of you. He quickly introduces you to his friends — Mark and Doyoung.

“Be nice,” he warns them. “She’s hanging out with us tonight.”

── Summer

[Saturday, 9:40 PM]

Loud music blares from the speakers and the rooms fill with the chattering of drunken people. Low lights illuminate the walls throughout the house and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol fills the crowded rooms.

Johnny ensures you’re glued to his side, both of you choosing to stay sober for the night. Other people’s flirty glances towards Johnny don’t go unnoticed by you, but Johnny’s subtle gestures remind you he has eyes for you and only you.

You find yourself leaning against a wall as Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear causing you to giggle like a teenager in love. One of your hands plays with the silver necklace dangling around Johnny’s neck while your other hand grips onto his broad shoulder. Johnny’s cages you between his body and the wall behind you, leaning in to press kisses on your cheek.

“Remember when we had phone sex for the first time?” You whisper in his ear.

Johnny gives you a nod. “How can I forget?” He bites down on his bottom lip.

“Can I see the picture you sent me, in person?” You ask, tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling his hip into yours.

“Yeah, you definitely can.” He places an endearing kiss on your forehead.

“Think there’s a vacant room upstairs?”

“Let’s go find out,” he smiles, taking your hand in his before guiding you through the crowded steps. He jiggles each door knob to every room in sight to see if any of them are unlocked. To your surprise, a door opens and Johnny quickly pulls you in.

Pressing you against the back of the bedroom door, his fingers quickly find its lock as he hungrily attacks your lips. Johnny’s large hands wander your body, groping every crevice before settling on your ass. He gives it a nice smack, earning him a playful yelp from you.

You palm his hardening length through his jeans before pushing him towards the bed, the back of his knees hit the mattress and causes him to fall onto his back. Straddling his lap, the pads of his fingers harshly press into your hips — your jeans softening the pressure and potential bruises he’d leave otherwise.

Johnny desperately guides your movements as you grind against his crotch before his fingers slowly begin to unbutton your jeans.

“Ah ah,” you snicker with a smirk, guiding his hands back to your hips. “This is about you tonight.”

Johnny gulps, throat bobbing up and down as he swallows hard, lips slightly parting at your words. He watches as you sink to your knees between his legs.

You undo his jeans before hooking your fingers into his waistband to pull the fabric down his thighs. The sight of the large outline of his bulge that’s pressed against the dark colored fabric holding it back causes you to involuntarily tighten between your thighs.

Propping himself up, he watches as you palm his crotch before tugging on his underwear, releasing his cock from the fabric. It slaps against his abdomen and his mushroom tip ends right below his belly button.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of his thick and long length — licking your previous glossed lips and grabbing his heavy cock with your hand.

“Definitely bigger than anything I’ve had before,” you comment right before licking a long strip from his balls to his tip before engulfing his cock head into your mouth.

His jaw falls open, the warm feeling of your mouth sending shivers through his body.

Sinking him further in your mouth, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag at the feeling before you realize you weren’t able to take all of him on your first try.

Johnny realizes then proceeds to gently push down the top of your head, encouraging you to take more of him inside of you.

You’re gagging on his length, tears brining your waterline before you blink, feeling them trail down your cheeks.

“There you go baby,” he coos, stroking the back of your head. “Taking all of me so well.”

When you pull your head back, strings of saliva follow, causing you to smile up at him as you use your hand to pump him.

“Promise me something,” you let out, rubbing circles against his sensitive tip with your thumb.

“A-anything,” he swallows sharply, voice hitching at your touch.

“When we fuck for the first time, whenever that may be,” you pause, letting pool of your spit fall onto his cock before you spreading it up and down his erection. “Promise you’ll cum inside of me.”

“I promise,” he quickly answers with no hesitation.

You hum and your free hand cups his jawline. “You’re such a good boy,” you coo, stroking your thumb against his cheek.

“Only for you,” he shakily exhales.

Your stomach flutters in excitement and you grin at his words. Using your hand and mouth simultaneously, you suck and stroke Johnny until he’s a complete mess under your touch. Your gags and lewd, obscene noises bounce off the four walls mixed with Johnny’s noisy moans and breathless pants only for it to be muffled by the blaring music downstairs. Your saliva drools from your mouth and onto the carpeted floor under you as you continue to bob your head up and down.

Johnny holds the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips roughly into your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Johnny says through clenched teeth, every word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust. “You’re all mine, right?”

You quickly nod your head, allowing him to use you as he pleases.

“Say it,” he orders, pulling on the roots of your hair to make eye contact with him, cock still stuffed into your mouth.

“I’m all yours,” you attempt to repeat, your words distorted causing his cock to twitch before he thrusts into your throat.

Your jaw begins to ache and you’re sure you’ll be feeling the aftermath in your throat tomorrow morning, but you don’t care. The only thing you’re focused on is getting Johnny to ecstasy — and you do.

His thick warm, velvety ropes flood your mouth and you swallow it with ease, making sure to suck him dry of every drop he has. Placing your hand on his thighs, you rub his skin to smooth his quivering legs before he pulls you into a deep kiss.

There’s a pounding on the bedroom door before Johnny’s name is shouted on the other side. He quickly stands, pulling his underwear and pants up as you fix your appearance in front of a mirror in the room.

He quickly wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you away from the mirror and causing you to softly laugh before he unlocks the door.

“C’mon you horny bastards,” Johnny’s friend, Yuta, sighs. “We’re leaving. The party is getting out of hand downstairs.”

[Friday, 6:18 PM]

After long weeks of work, both you and Johnny look forward to the weekends where you both can indulge in the moments you have with each other, alternating between staying over his place and him staying over yours — this time, at his.

You text Johnny to let him know you’re outside, something you found strange considering you always used the spare key he’s given you.

The door flies open and you’re greeted by Johnny, eyes sparkling with excitement and a childlike smile is plastered across his face.

“Hey baby,” he greets, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Hi,” you giggle. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t I be happy to see you?” He pouts, taking your overnight bag and placing it on the nearest chair.

“You can be, but there’s something…” you pause, squinting your eyes suspiciously. “Different today.”

Johnny happily sighs, caressing your cheeks before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I have something for you in our room,” he says, lips pressed against your forehead before taking your hand and leading the way.

“Our room?” You swoon, gripping onto his arm.

“Yes, our room,” he chuckles. He takes a sharp inhale before he turns the door knob.

You’re greeted with a makeshift picnic set up on the bedroom floor.

“The weather has been shit lately and work has been taking up our time, but I know that you’ve always wanted a picnic date, so I had to improvise.” He nervously bites down on his bottom lip. “I hope it’s okay? If not -”

You pull him into a kiss, surprising him before he quickly adjusts to your movements. He slowly pulls away, Johnny’s cheeks blushing a pink tint.

“It’s more than okay,” you smile. “It’s sweet, thank you.”

He kisses the tip of your nose before leading you to the picnic blanket and having you both take a seat.

You eye the food he’s made, all of them being your favorite.

“Also,” he says, pulling a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the inside of the picnic basket. “Got these for you.”

You lift your head, smiling and gushing at the gesture before reading the mini card attached to it that reads: I'm really embarrassed it took me this long to ask this, but will you (finally) be my girlfriend? - J

Johnny looks at you embarrassed as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I didn’t realize I hadn’t officially asked you to be my girlfriend because I’ve been used to already calling you my girlfriend. It wasn’t until a coworker asked how I asked you out that I realized I didn’t. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I swear I would’ve asked you like three months into us meeting.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, playfully hitting him with your flowers. “But this is really sweet, thank you baby.” Pulling him into a hug, you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” you laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach.

“Good,” he whispers, stroking your back. “Because I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.”

── Fall

[Saturday, 4:36 PM]

Johnny wraps his long arms around your waist, pecking kisses on the back of your head. A whiff of his signature cologne fills the air around you as you wash the remaining dishes in the sink before Johnny’s friends come by to carpool to a friend’s wedding.

Johnny carefully moves the soapy dish from your grasp before removing the bright pink gloves from your hands.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You ask suspiciously, watching him smoothly slide the gloves off your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” he whispers into your ear. “How your ex’s were nothing but selfish when it came to pleasing you.”

You recall the conversation you had last night — Johnny asking why you refuse to let him eat you out when he always begs to taste you while you’re giving him head. You intimately share your inexperience because your previous partners never bothered to please you in that way — making Johnny your first. He simply nodded before changing the subject.

You're unaware he’s been thinking about it — until now.

Johnny pulls you into his pelvis, feeling his large bulge, through his dark slacks, press against your back.

“Mm. What about it?”

Johnny slowly hikes up your sage green satin dress, exposing your cute lace black thong that he begged you to wear today.

“While I think it’s a shame you’ve never been eaten out before, I’m glad you haven’t.” His palms rub up and down your exposed skin, giving your ass a nice, hard slap before roughly groping you and rubbing your skin to soothe the sting.

“Why’s that?” You softly question as your hands grip the edge of the sink.

Johnny’s palm slides against your stomach before dipping between your thighs. His middle finger rubs against your clothed clit. His lips lift into a smirk as he nuzzles his nose behind your ear.

“I get to be the first and last person to taste you.” His voice is low, husky, and confident.

In one swift move, he turns you to face him before he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and places soft kisses against your collarbone — well aware of how long you spent doing your makeup for the event.

“Let me show you how good it feels,” he softly begs. “How good I can make you feel.”

“Now?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “But your friends?”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin. “All I care about is making you feel good.”

Your lips slightly part at his offer before you nod.

“Use your words, baby.” He softly instructs. “Can I show my pretty girl how good it feels?”

“Yes please,” you gulp.

“Good.” Johnny sinks to his knees, tilting your pelvis up for better access to your fluttering sex. Extending one leg onto the countertop, Johnny slings your other leg over his broad shoulder before pushing the thin fabric aside to expose your pussy — something he’s been dying to see and taste for months now.

Without hesitation, he spreads open your folds before devouring you like a starved dog. His tongue laps over your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking on it.

“Taste so good,” he groans, eyes closed and focused as he licks up your wetness against your slit before returning his attention to your clit, quickly flicking the tip of his tongue against it.

Your whimpers turn into loud moans as you feel his tongue work its way around your needy pussy. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling your core tighten at the satisfying feeling coursing through your body.

Johnny guides your hand to the top of his head, silently giving you permission to grab a fist full of his hair which you do.

“Feels so good,” you mumble under your breath, tugging on his hair to keep him close.

Johnny sucks on your clit, his eyes lifting to watch bliss wash over you — your jaw falling open before you capture your bottom lip between your teeth, brows knitting together, and watching your pretty eyes rolling back from pleasure.

The tension in your core snaps, every muscle in your legs and thighs tighten, and your toes curl when a tingling sensation strikes. You gasp as you reach your climax, fingers tugging on Johnny’s hair to keep him in place as you roll your hips against his tongue, using him to ride out your high.

His movements slow, using the pace of your hips as an indicator of when to stop.

You retract your hand from his hair and your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath.

Johnny places soft, sweet kisses against your thighs before using the back of his hand to wipe your slick off his chin. He readjusts your pretty underwear before helping you off the counter and quickly rinses off and dries his mouth in the kitchen sink before giving you a kiss on your temple.

“T-thank you,” you shyly let out — quickly smoothing out your dress and swiftly fixing Johnny’s hair.

Before he could respond, the front door bell rings. “Always impeccable timing,” Johnny smirks before he goes to open his front door to greet his friends.

[Saturday, 7:26 PM]

During the wedding reception, you watch as guests dance to some early 2000s tracklist the DJ mixed together as you sit at the table you and Johnny were assigned to with his friends.

“Do you guys want anything? We’re gonna get something to drink,” Doyoung asks, his eyes flickering between you and your boyfriend.

“No thank you,” you smile before feeling Johnny’s hand press against your lower back.

Johnny simply shakes his head and Doyoung leaves with his other friends to the open bar. Your boyfriend quickly leans into you.

“Come with me to the restroom,” he whispers, lightly tugging on your arm.

“What?” You chuckle. “Why do I need to go to the restroom with you?”

“I need to taste you again,” he simply states, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve been thinking about it this whole time. I’m fucking addicted,” he whispers in your ear.

With enough of a reason — in your eyes — you both stand up and you follow Johnny into the nearest family restroom. The next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink with your dress bunched around your waist and a leg lifted over the counter.

Johnny’s on his knees, behind you, with his thick cock in his hand — pumping up and down his shaft as he licks your drenched pussy.

“So fucking good,” he growls, fist tightening around his erection, pumping faster as his tongue matches his speed — pulling you towards your orgasm at an embarrassingly quick pace.

You’re a whining mess, your hot breath fogging up the mirror in front of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you softly cry out, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand to keep you quiet.

Both of his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he rapidly pulls an intense orgasm out of you.

Without a second thought, you sink to your knees when Johnny stands and you take his erection into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his swollen mushroom tip before you stroke him until he finishes — his cum painting over your tongue.

“You know,” you chuckle as you touch up your makeup in the mirror. “You could’ve just fucked me. I wouldn't mind.”

Johnny readjusts his suit, tucking his white button up long sleeve shirt into his black dress pants before fixing his belt. He smiles at your words.

“While I’d love to do that,” he sucks the air between his teeth. “I don’t want our first time to be in a random hotel restroom.”

You coyly look down at your heels, unable to argue with him before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck for our first time,” he smiles at you through the mirror.

[Sunday, 5:13 PM]

You smooth out your dress in the mirror when Johnny appears behind you.

“You look very pretty,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders before sliding his palms down your arms. “How’re you feeling?”

“Nervous.” You swallow hard before Johnny’s arms engulf you into a hug. “What if your parents don’t like me?”

“They’ve been dying to meet you,” he chuckles. “They always ask about you whenever I go to visit them, telling me to bring you the next time I come over.”

You hesitantly nod your head, nervously fiddling with your finger tips before Johnny turns you to face him, lifting your chin to meet your eyes.

“Even if they don’t like you, which they will, it won’t stop me from being with you. We’re in it for the long run, right?” He lifts his pinky up, waiting for you to interlock yours with his. When you do, he places an endearing kiss on your forehead.

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna be late.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you out the front door.

When you arrive, you cling on to Johnny’s arm. You thumb over his skin, trying to soothe yourself before the front door swings open and Johnny’s mom pulls him into a hug before she excitingly does the same with you.

“Ah! So glad you could make it!” Johnny’s mom claps, grabbing your hand and leading you into her home.

Throughout the night, you meet Johnny’s side of the family who welcome you with open arms. As you’re speaking to his cousin, you feel Johnny behind you, snaking his arm around your waist before excusing you from the conversation you’re having.

“I wanna give you something,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you up the stairs.

Johnny pushes a bedroom door open to reveal his childhood room that seems like it hasn’t been touched in ages.

“Wow, this is where the other half grew up, huh?” You smile, slowly walking through his room and scanning his walls — eyeing Johnny’s medals and awards from his school days.

Johnny doesn’t say a word, but he flashes a grin in your direction before he pries open a drawer from his old desk, fishing for an envelope before turning back to you.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” he warns, taking a seat on his old twin sized bed.

“I promise I’ll try not to laugh.” Taking a seat next to him, you’re eying the worn out envelope in his hand. “What’s that?”

“When I was in high school, my first girlfriend broke up with me and I was devastated.” He chuckles to himself. “So, caught up in my emotions, I wrote a letter to give to the person I’m serious about.”

“Serious?” You pause, confused. “Like long term serious?”

“Like ‘til death do us part serious,” he laughs before nervously clearing his throat. “I thought I’d give it to you.”

Your brows slightly lift in surprise as you carefully take the envelope between your fingers. “You didn’t think about giving it to your other partners before me?”

“None of them met my parents,” he softly nudges you with his elbow, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “I used that as an indicator to see if I was serious enough about them. Clearly none of them made the cut.”

Your heart swoons at his confession. “Should I open it?” You giggle, flipping the envelope over to see the sealed flap.

“Do you want to open it?”

You think about it for a moment, your fingers playing with the edge of the sealed flap, tempted to rip it open, but instead you let out a small sigh.

“Not yet,” you smile at your boyfriend. “Since we are in it for the long run, I’ll open it when we decide to take the next step. If that’s okay with you?”

“That sounds like a plan.” He rubs your knee, nodding his head. “Just don’t laugh at the horrendous spelling and grammatical errors when you do, please.”

“Now that is something I can’t promise.”

── Winter

[Saturday, 8:47 PM]

“Okay, ready?” You shout to your boyfriend from the en suite bathroom. “Are your eyes still closed?”

“Yeah!” Johnny shouts back, back resting against the pillows that line the bed’s headboard with his eyes shut. He’s in nothing but his underwear — something you requested for tonight.

Emerging from the bathroom, you carefully climb onto your shared bed. You sit on your knees, facing your boyfriend. A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach before you tell him to open his eyes.

Johnny’s eyes flutter open, jaw dropping at the sight of you in a raunchy two piece white lace lingerie set that you paired with a white wedding veil you got from a friend’s bachelorette party.

“Wow,” he breathes — for the first time, you’ve rendered him speechless.

“Okay, I will admit maybe the veil is too much but,” you pause, getting on all fours to lean in and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “I think it sort of ties it together. Don’t you think so?”

He absentmindedly nods his head, too distracted by the way the delicate fabric wraps around your body perfectly — almost like it was meant for you and only you.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when your lips press against his. His breath hitches before he pulls away shyly — his head spinning as blood rushes straight to his cock.

“What’s wrong?” You pout, heart sinking. “You don’t like it?”

“No!” He gives you a small chuckle. “I love it, I really, really do. I think I love it a little too much.” He looks down at his crotch, the fabric tenting above his erection.

You lick your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Cute,” you smirk before you straddle his lap, his shaft pushing against your clit. Your lips hover over his — a mischievous smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth before you slowly move your hips against him.

“I love you,” Johnny mumbles, his hands guiding your hips. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

“Yeah?” You giggle. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me?”

Johnny cups the back of your neck to pull you into a hard kiss. He gropes every crevice of your body — his rough hands sliding over your exposed skin. He mouths the crook of your neck, licking and sucking your skin to ensure marks appear the next day.

In one swift move, you’re under him. He quickly removes the only fabric he has left on his body and the tip of his painfully hard cock presses against your clit.

Johnny licks his index and middle finger before pushing aside the fabric and circles your sensitive bud — surprised at how wet you are. He dips both fingers inside of you, slowly pumping his digits into your soaking hole. His movements gradually speed up and his palm slaps against your needy bud. The squelches of your wetness mixed with his movements fill the room and a string of moans to part your lips.

Johnny’s jaw falls as he watches you squirm under him, enjoying every second of it — the way your eyes roll back, the way your back arches that makes his fingers move deeper inside you, the way your fingers dig into his wrists thinking you could muster the strength to slow him down.

“Cum on my fingers baby,” he orders through clenched teeth. “Give it to me.”

An overwhelming sense of pleasure washes over you that has your heart pounding against your chest and your thighs quivering from bliss.

Johnny’s movements slow, giving your sensitive clit a few rubs before aligning his tip with your entrance.

“Do you still want me to keep the promise I made?” He asks, referring to the first time you gave him a blowjob.

“I’d be upset if you don’t,” you giggle. “Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.”

With your permission, Johnny slowly fills you with his cock — he hisses as he feels your pussy grip around him.

Your nails dig crescent shape indents into his forearm as he sinks deeper into you, face burning with heat.

When he finally bottoms out, he presses gentle kisses against your cheek right before he sharply snaps his hips into you causing you to cry out in pleasure at the sudden sensation.

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re craving it,” he warns through gritted teeth. “ Every night.” Each word is punctuated with a brutal thrust into you.

“P-Please,” you manage to let out, feeling your cunt continue to drip from arousal.

Johnny grips your waist, his hips ruthlessly striking against your skin.

“Baby,” you whimper, pushing your palm against his abs.

He smirks down at you, pinning your wrist against your stomach. “You said don’t hold back,” he grunts. “I’m doing what you asked.” He pushes your knees to your chest, your legs hanging over a shoulder as he bends forward — his mouth hovering over yours.

“Want me to stop?” He asks.

“No!” You quickly retort.

“Want me to go slower?”

“No…” you shyly reply.

“What do you want?”

“To make you proud.”

You’ve piqued your boyfriend’s interest. “And how are you going to do that?” He questions with a wicked grin.

“Take it like a good girl.”

Johnny doesn’t say it, but he finds it absolutely fascinating how you manage to make him speechless when it’s usually the other way around. Instead, he hungrily rams into you while watching you chase your high.

His pelvis hits your clit repeatedly as his cock’s head kisses your g-spot with every single thrust.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, hands on either side of Johnny’s neck, holding him close to you. “I’m gonna -”

“I know,” he chuckles.

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles. There’s a fire in your abdomen and you feel yourself losing what’s left of your composure. You attempt to cover your face only to have Johnny pin your wrists to the sides of your face.

“It’s not nice to cover your face,” he scolds. “Especially when you’re so fucking pretty when you’re about to cum. Go on baby, cum on my cock. Make me fucking proud.”

You quickly come undone, every muscle in your body tightens and you begin to see stars as Johnny fucks you through your intense orgasm.

“There you go,” he coos. “That’s my girl.”

Your body goes weak as you look up at your boyfriend with a cock drunk smile dancing on your lips. “Please cum inside of me,” you beg, bringing your hands to cup his jaw.

You watch as Johnny’s eyes darken at your words. He recklessly thrusts into you, balls harshly slapping against your ass. Johnny mutters incoherent nonsense when his hips stutter before you feel something warm fill you up.

“F-fuck!” He chokes out before you pull him down to your lips, muffling his cries as he empties himself inside of you.

His body collapses next to you, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. Johnny weakly pulls himself up to give you a tender kiss against your temple before he falls onto his back again.

“Promise me something,” he lets out.

“Anything,” you reply as you place your hands on your stomach.

“Promise me you’ll marry me.” He swallows hard before turning his head to look at you.

You turn your head to look at him. Your eyes scan his expression before you give him a small smile. “I promise.”

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pick a card 10 - who is your future lover ? a full portrait

masterlist / ko-fi

my last reading : what's next in love ?

This is a general reading. Take what resonates and leave the rest.

ANNOUNCEMENT : Like I already mentionned in previous posts, I will soon open my tarot services (Ko-fi shop). Over the course of the beginning of next week, more information will be posted. The week after (7/04 to 13/04), I will publish the rules and all the technicalities that concern the tarot services. So if you're interested in having a personal reading with me, stay tuned for new info in the coming days !

Pile 1

Who are they ?

Core personality : Fixed - Stability, Persistence, Loyalty and Dependability

The core personality of your future lover is that they are a stable, loyal and dependable person. They probably have prominent fixed energies in their birth chart (Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius). Mainly fire and earth fixed energies. This person is really masculine, no matter what their gender is.

They are really headstrong, and do not like when things don’t go their way. They usually are the leader of the group. They are really good at managing money, and any material things in general. They can enjoy luxurious things, but aren’t overconsumers.

They are more traditional in their values, some might be religious.

They are the type to want to get married one day, HOWEVER I feel like now , and that is only for half of the people who picked this pile, they might not be exactly ready for a long term relationship. They still have issues to work on. For the other half of the people here, they are ready and are actively seeking a long term relationship. The person in this second group is really stable at the time, has a pretty good salary (some could even be quite rich) and they are looking to settle down. For the other group, the reason why they are not ready to settle yet is because your person is probably younger and does not have a stable situation at the moment.

A random fact that I am picking up on is that they like wearing costumes, and smell GOOD. You probably recognize them the moment they enter a room because of the smell that comes in. I don't know how to explain, they just have a strong signature scent.

Some of them could LOVE working, maybe some are even workaholics. I am just getting that they hate staying inside doing nothing. They are just really active people, the type to wake up at 5am or 6am on a Sunday morning to run or go hiking lol If you aren’t like this, my fellow Pile 1, they will help you go out of your comfort zone for sure.

Light attribute(s) : The Emperor

It follows what I said above, but this person is really masculine and a true go-getter. Really confident in themselves and their own abilities. They start a lot of projects and make sure they finish them in time. Probably quite extraverted, like getting attention (but only positive attention they don’t like embarrassing themselves in public lol I mean pretty understandable).

Again, they are a leader, they like to initiate things, they could plan your dates.

Their primary love language could be acts of service. Despite being a bit individualistic, they are surprisingly super service oriented. Could have 6th house placements.

They take care of their bodies, and I am getting that they are really good cooks.

Honestly pile 1, you will end up being pampered by this person. I am seeing a man carrying a girl on his shoulder because the girl feet hurts after wearing heels for too long lmaoo I am just seeing those (a bit cringy to me sorry) videos, especially on Douyin (help-) of those dark romance couples (without the TOXICITY OK) where the girl gets princess treatment lol If you like that, then it’s a dream come true for you.

(this list was more a description of positive facts about them then their light attributes but anyways lol)

Shadow attribute(s) : 4 of wands (and ace of wands)

They have a tendency to be really controlling. This person has a hard time handling their anger, or more so frustration when things don’t go as planned in their lives. This usually results in them panicking and they end up kind of lashing out on the people around them. Now, to reassure you, this person is not abusive or manipulative at all, they are a really honest and straight person. When I say they “have a hard time handling their anger” it is usually momentary and they genuinely excuse themselves afterwards. They are quite self-aware of their shadow traits it seems, because I kept on seeing them being ashamed of their anger issues. I feel like they are working on these issues consistently, and they are always walking towards healing these issues because I am really picking up that this person made tremendous efforts these past few years.

Another downside is that they can be too impulsive at times. They do have some patience though, but, sometimes, they get a lot of ideas and want to rush things instead of letting divine timing play out.

They also are a little bit too competitive and can take stupid games a bit too seriously lmaoo They are the type to flip the monopoly game board and accuse people of cheating, the kind to reread the rules and fact check them online to see if the penalty they got is fair or not. If you are like that too, this will be a funny pair haha If you aren’t, this might become really tiring at some point.

They also might be a little too cocky or ego driven at times.

MBTI : ESFJ

Life path : Life path 1 , The Warrior

Life motto : "Life is simple, get into the moment."

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Natural / Yang-Balanced

Here’s a description of this body type (i found this on reddit, but it does the work so don’t judge me)

“NATURAL: Usually of sturdy or athletic build. Face may be craggy with irregular features, or perhaps has a square jaw and wide-set eyes or simply a rugged and outdoorsy look. Might have freckles, and hair is rarely glossy.”

Face type essence

Romantic : keywords of this face type essence => indulgence, alluring, sensual, curvier, glamour, luxury, soft, and lush lips.

House Nine (+ Saturn) - Spiritual Growth

So, I am getting that your person, if they’re a man, most likely looks like those stereotypical handsome men in perfume ads.* I heard “handsome squidward” lmaooo. Go watch Addison Rae’s Diet Pepsi music video. I am getting the guy in the video probably looks like your future lover. Congrats, pile 1, you’re about to bag a hot one lol

They just generally look really sensual. They moisturize their skin thoroughly , both face and body, so they are glistening 24/7. I am getting that they look wet ?? They also probably wear gel on their hair, maybe enjoy having this ‘wet hair type of look”. Most likely has a goatee or a goatee with a mustache.

For women, I am not really picking up on much. The people that chose this pile are most likely going to date a man.

But, if I can say something is that, no matter their gender, this person could look racially ambiguous.

They also have a really daddy-like appearance (i am saying that because they have strong Sun, Jupiter and Saturn energies. really stereotypically masculine.). They also look reliable, intimidating and intense. This person might have Saturn in the first house or are cancer or capricorn rising. Even Leo risings or sagittarius risings for some.

*note : perfume or cologne or just scent is a big thing in this pile. This person or you or both of you could have a particular relationships with perfumes, and scent in general. You or them might work in a perfume shop, or something related to that field. This person might collect a lot of perfume and have a signature scent. Beware because their signature perfume IS NOT a popular one, really obscure high class brand (or they custom made it for some even). You might meet this person when you buy a new perfume, or when you decide to have your own signature scent.

Pile 2

Who are they ?

Core personality : Uranus - Radically change

Before pulling any cards, I already felt a strong rebellious energy from this person. This is most likely someone who lives on the edge with a unique job. A DJ, an OF girlie, or just a sex worker in general. Some of them could work in sex shops ? I am getting someone that actually MAKES the models for new dildos or sex toys. Like a sex toy artist ? creator ? (does that even exist ?). They could also be a psychic, a medium, or a tarot reader that works exclusively with sexual energy ? Some of them could also be strippers or exotic dancers. I am getting the movie Anora might be relevant for some here. This is going to be hyper specific but they could be a photographer that takes pictures of dead animals or corpses ? Generally speaking, this person works in a really taboo and unexpected industry. They probably have multiple streams of income. This person, despite being so freedom seeking, and loving novelty and thrill chasing, is really business minded and actually surprisingly stable (financially). They probably are really comfortable materially speaking. I am sensing that a lot of people judge them, but at the same time envy them because they are courageous enough to be unapologetically themselves and go beyond what is expected to be free financially and in general.

This person probably has capricorn, aquarius and sagittarius placements. Really sarcastic, a bit unpredictable, funny but can have the "foot in the mouth" syndrome. Some might love to swear like a sailor. Probably has a dry sense of humour. Could have grown up in poverty. One of their parents could have died when they were young. Some were adopted. Whatever the case may be, this person had a really tough childhood and upbringing that made them passionate about making their own money and creating their own life and reality. People that harshly judge them don’t understand the pain they had to go through to be where they are at right now. This person is a warrior of life honestly.

Light attribute(s) : Eight of Wands - Vehuel “The Great and Exalted God”

This person is extremely passionate and driven. They have no problems planning and jumping in action right away. They don’t overthink and waste time ruminating. They are a go getter and life made them learn the harsh way that if you wait too long, the opportunities will unfortunately pass you by just like the wind. You have to grab them when you can.

I don’t know how this is a light attribute but they are hot, and they know how to present themselves in a hot way ? They know how to preserve that “hotness” and use it at their advantage. They have an incredible sense of style, and know what fits them or not. Even if most of them have (most likely) an alternative lifestyle and style fashion wise, they know how to make it look good and make other people validate their style. Like they understand the rules of society and they play with it. Despite not fitting in, they know how to make themselves fit in enough to play around with capitalism. This is super interesting to be honest. This person is most likely a Capricorn Sun. Really good at knowing the social expectations and understanding “human nature” and the game of money, and how to play with it. I am hearing “making capitalism my bitch” lol and the quote in the background of Lisa’s Money music video “ Money is an incredible servant but a terrible master” or something like that. (They are a really materialistic person it seems)

Shadow attribute(s) : 4 of Pentacles

Well…. I knew this energy would come up for their shadow side…Yes, they know how to make “capitalism their bitch”, but they are nonetheless really greedy and stingy with their money. They are an overtly materialistic individual, who is obsessed with money and finances. Money is ALWAYS on their mind. So much so that, as you saw in the “Core personality” section of this reading, their entire self surrounds around making money, ways to make money, how to make money and how to make even more money,..

This person is honestly The Devil archetype… Could have a machiavellistic way of thinking. They are the type to think that the means justify the ends. This could in turn make them quite sadistic and selfish. They could also suffer from addictions they don’t address : could be smoking cigarettes, weed, alcohol, sex or drugs. I am getting most of them, they are a little bit addicted to all of the things I listed above.

Now. I know a lot of you are probably freaking out while reading this (which is totally understandable) but I feel most of you guys who picked this pile are like this too OR are in their way of becoming like this, having this lifestyle (making your own money in unusual ways, partying, hanging out with alt people, people who live unique lifestyles,;..).If you don’t resonate with that, this may not be your pile.

MBTI : ESFP

Life path : Life path 11 - The Illuminator/Psychic (+ Life path 8 - The Influencer)

Life motto : "You decide who you are" and "You grow through what you go through."

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Gamine

If woman : “The Gamine body type is defined by an even combination of yin and yang opposites and is the overall combination of a sharply delicate physicality along with a fresh and spicy essence.

Body type is straight. Lithe and lean, tends toward sinewy musculature. Tends toward flatness in bust and hips (unless overweight). May be very leggy. Possibly slightly short-waisted.”

If man : Small in stature, boyish face and body and perpetually young-looking.

Face type essence : Classic => keywords of this face type essence : elegant, simple looking, balance, symmetry, timeless, basic, default settings face, neutral, conservative (what lol), controlled looking, formal

House Two - Physical security, Possessions, Material Values

This person looks poor and rich at the same time. they wear grunge clothes, from charity shops, clothes with stitches and holes in them, tear up clothes,.. It is both intentional (it is their style) but also because they don’t give a shit if they look “homeless”. They like that look.

Despite making pretty decent amounts of money, and trying their best to appear good in society so that they can benefit from the system, they don’t spend much on clothes. I think this careless attitude towards the way they dress is what makes them stand out, and oddly enough, in a good way. It’s like their style is messy but they look effortlessly good.

Not much stands out when it comes to their face. They look pretty normal. I feel like it is their stature, their body, their clothing style and the way they carry themselves that stands out.

Some of them might not be particularly pretty or handsome, but they are still quite attractive, just for other reasons than their physical beauty.

They could have prominent eye bags, some don’t care about having greasy hair and messy buns, tangled hair. They are not gross by any means, like, they take showers. They might just not be the cleanest and most hygienic person out there. I am sensing that, especially if they are a man, they walk like a GTA character. They have the GTA walk basically. For women, they have the BBL walk (lol) or they also walk like characters in GTA, specifically GTA strippers.

Pile 3

Who are they ?

Core personality :

Pile 3… How do I say this.. It was almost impossible to get one card for their core personality. Every card that fell felt really off to me, like it didn’t make sense. Especially since all of them were extremely contradictory : Pluto and House ten wanted to fall first, then the Leo card was at the top of the deck. I reshuffled and the Mutable card fell??? Which, if you don’t know, is a completely opposite energy from the previous cards (Pluto and Leo being fixed energies, and House Ten cardinal and earthy, so really assertive and kind of fixed in a way). Then I reshuffled because I was REALLY confused just to have the Fire card (the fire signs card) ??!! This whole messy process of trying to get their core personality is telling that this person has MANY layers, and that one card just would not be enough to describe them. At first, they might appear confident, like a go-getter (the Fire card), but then, you see this flexible, more, light-hearted and adaptable energy coming from them once you get to know them more (the Mutable signs card). But then, you discover this deeply driven and influential, career oriented, boss bitch side of them when you dig even deeper. For a majority of you though, this process would most likely be the other way around : first, you see how intense, dark and career oriented they are. They appear almost famous, with a resting b*tch face, and a no bs attitude. Really intimidating at first. But then, you’re getting surprised once you talk to them by discovering how super chill and friendly they actually are. But then, you get surprised again once you discover that this person can actually be the life of the party, really lighthearted and down to have a blast at any moment. They are not just calculating, overtly serious and too intense. They also know how to have fun, and are really good at it. I am seriously getting that your future lover is/or might be really good at twerking. lol No matter their gender, they are a pro at throwing it back. They really are a fun and complex individual.

Light attribute(s) : Six of Pentacles and Nine of Cups (again, one card wasn’t enough for them.. Pile 3, you’re person is giving me a headache lmaooo)

This person is extremely generous and charitable. They know how to share their blessings with others, especially the ones in need. Your future lover probably has volunteered at least once in their lives. They probably are really active in their local community to help the ones in need, or just to volunteer because they want to.

This person is grateful for their life and their opportunities. They know how to accept life’s blessings with open warms and be grateful for them. They are generally speaking a more positive and optimistic person and they know things will get better eventually.

Shadow attribute(s) : 7 of Swords

The card literally flew away and I didn’t even shuffle… Be warned pile 3.. (don’t freak out I am just playing)

So, this person might have a tendency to not always tell the truth to keep the harmony. They might be a bit too nice. They will withhold certain information, lie and deceit just to not make someone mad. The problem in this is that at the end, everyone gets mad because they all got lied to someway somehow. This reminds me of the first season of Arcane and how Jayce was trying to appeal to the Juries (or whatever they are called) and Mel but at the same time there was his OG friend, Viktor, that he let down. Because Jayce is a people pleaser, and was trying to do what was right, he got lost in other people’s expectations and let down his friends to then let down the people he was trying to appeal to once he realized the situation he put himself into. (It’s been a while since I watched the first season of Arcane so maybe it is not 100% what happened but you get the core message)

MBTI : ESTJ, ESFJ, ISTP

Life path : Life path 9 - The Sage (+ Life path 33 - The Spiritual Teacher)

Life motto : "Go where you are wanted" (are they really acting on their life motto… that is the question)

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Soft Gamine, Theatrical Romantic

“The Soft Gamine silhouette can be described as staccato, animated, and with clean curves." Soft Gamines are typically petite and compact, with a slightly boyish figure.

Face type essence : Ethereal => keywords about this face type essence : maturity, wisdom, purity, old soul, outwordly, magical, ancient, unusual looking

Mutable - Surrender, fluidity and welcoming change

Their looks could vary a lot for each of you I am getting. They could look racially ambiguous, look friendly, almost angel-like for some.

I am honestly not picking up on much for their appearance because I feel like their appearance doesn’t (or shouldn’t ?) matter. It is like you will like the way they look regardless, probably also because this might not be your usual physical type.

I am also getting that this person will look like the way you want them to look like ? I know this sounds insane but I kept on getting images of the Sims or games where you can manually create and customize your characters. It is like you customized them by yourself in the subconscious realm. Not what you dreamt of consciously, which are physical ideals that are usually driven mostly by the ego. No, this person will actually look like what your higher self has been cooking up and manifesting (without your consent lol) behind your back. So, even if they’re not your physical type, you will be subconsciously attracted to them because it is your higher self’s type.

I even think that some of you will feel super physically and/or sexually attracted to this person initially, which might shock you because it feels like it is coming out of nowhere lol

Okay Pile 3, your pile was a little wild but really fun to do ! Sorry if it is slightly shorter than the other piles. I just feel like your guardian angels and your higher self are purposefully gatekeeping some info away from me intentionally.

Pile 4

Who are they ?

Core personality : Chiron - Hurt and Heal (+ Capricorn)

I am getting that this person was deeply wounded in the past, but has healed tremendously ever since. This person was born with a heavy karmic burden. They always felt like their presence was too “loud”, that they took too much space, like they were the elephant in the room. I am picking up this person could have a capricorn rising with saturn and chiron in the first house. Their entire being and identity is filtered through the painful and restrictive energy of Chiron and Saturn. The SOUR album of Olivia Rodrigo could be relevant for some of them or you/ or just both of you. I am saying that because, to do your pile, I stopped watching a SOUR album reaction on youtube lol I actually think Olivia Rodrigo is herself a Capricron rising with Chiron in the first house (poor her). Anyways. This person has a unique connection to music. They probably have a huge vinyl collection, and are extremely cultured in music history. They love listening to all sorts of music genres and are really open minded. They might be a bit awkward or shy at first, but you will instantly be impressed by their music knowledge. They actually might know how to play a few instruments. I am getting the bass, but also the drums. Also with the picture of your pile, they could be a Dj, or are friends with people who work in the music industry/field. They might be themselves in the music industry. I am getting if they’re a man, they probably have a grungy style of clothing, they wear shirts of metal bands, and have longer hair. If you see them play, they’ll be quite lowkey, just the bass player at the back. They love music, and even if they are an artist, they are not looking for fame at all. They enjoy being mostly unknown, or just known in their small local community. Random but you might meet them and they’re playing the drums or bass in a cover of jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo.

I am getting a lot of “sad girl” music (not the best term, just angsty and sad music made by women). From the start by Laufey is coming up. This person might have always been in one sided love situations. Poor them, they seem so sweet ;/ Don’t ever tell me they aren’t shitty placements to have when there is this person as an example..

I think this person has always stayed resilient despite the pain that Saturn and Chiron is causing them. Like the heartbreaks never made them bitter. This person is really emotionally strong, honestly. They know how to not take things too seriously. They are really good at handling rejection.

Light attribute(s) : Four of Cups

This person is really patient. They know how to weigh the pros and the cons and not take everything at face value.

They are really good at reading between the lines, and know how to take a step back when needed.

They aren’t desperate, and they understand the concept of boundaries really well.

They are also really realistic and always make sure not to jump to conclusions.

If you are a really stressed individual, they are the best fit for you. They are extremely empathetic and patient, and they know that it is completely useless to say “calm down” to someone who is in the midst of having a panic attack lol

They are really educated in mental health too. I am getting this is most likely a bisexual man, some are cis men, some are trans men, I just think this person is actively part of the LGBTQ+ community. Really left wing. Some might even be marxist, far left. Either way, they are really politicized and are concerned for society. I don’t know i felt drawn to put this in the light attributes lmaoo it is more so a fact about them, but if you share the same political views, it actually makes sense.

Shadow attribute(s) : 7 of Wands

They might have a hard time handling conflict and might have a tendency sometimes to run away from issues, or put them under the rug until the problems all come together flooding at them and they don’t know what to do.

They might sometimes easily get overwhelmed and need a lot of alone time because of that.

They are not the best at voicing their problems. They are not really verbal generally speaking, which could be frustrating for people who are direct and literal.

MBTI : INFJ ( I am getting strong Kurt Cobain vibes from your person. Such a sensitive soul <3)

Life path : Life Path 1 - The Warrior (+ Life path 6 - The Nurturer)

Life motto : "it comes and goes.." / "I am divinely protected at all times <3"

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Flamboyant natural

“These men are masculine, but share the Dramatic height and longer bones. They have broad, blunt shoulders and broader chests than the Dramatics. / They have broadness in some parts of their bodies, and wider bones (wider hands and feet, sharp jaw-lines, larger noses). When they pack on muscle, their body becomes a T-shape”

Face type essence : Romantic => keywords of this face type essence => indulgence, alluring, sensual, curvier, glamour, luxury, soft, and lush lips.

Saturn - Feel restricted, Experience struggle, Learn Hard Work and Patience

This person’s bone structure really sticks out. If they’re a man (which is most likely for most of you here), they have a larger waist, like their waist isn’t defined at all. They are most likely either average-short height or quite tall. Not skinny, not fat or chubby. They are slim-thick I am getting ??! I don’t know if you can say that for a man though ?(I don’t think so but bear with me lmaoo). Like they are not slim and have abs, but they don’t have a beer belly either. They are "normal" I guess.

Their limbs could be quite long too. Like their arms are super long, so it almost looks like their hands are touching their knees ? It is really hard to explain.

Some of them could have a hunchback or a posture problem. Like they have scoliosis and sit in a really particular way.

Some of them could have a roman nose, their nose might be bigger in general. I am seeing that one jewish stand-up comedian, he always comes up in my Youtube reels lol I think he has an italian name (ok I found him his name is Gianmarco Soresi , he is really funny lol. He is known for his elbows I think, like there is a running inside joke about his elbows. I know this is weird but look him up, he has really long limbs. They might have a similar vibe to him, the way they carry himself ,their humor, the way they interact with other people, etc…

Pile 5

Who are they ?

Core personality :

Currently shuffling to get one oracle card for their core personality, and, just like Pile 3, it is REALLY confusing. Two cards fell first, then 1 card that had nothing to do with the two first ones fell and then yet another one that had even LESS correlation to what I previously shuffled fell.

What I am getting from this confusing shuffling is that this person is a shapeshifter, a chameleon, a social butterfly (but not a frivolous one). They kind of remind me of Jayce from Arcane in a way (go read Pile 3 if you want, because I just mentioned Jayce too in Pile 3’s reading, there are a lot of mirroring between the two piles). What I am getting though is that they are really calculated and intentional in the way they display this “social butterfly” energy. They are not just social to be social, or in a “ I am so happy to be there yolo slayy”. They keep track of every single one of their connections, how it is going, etc… Really good communicator. Extraverted and a bit controlling (they just have a tight schedule and are well organised so it’s not excessive.). I also heard “Social engineer”. This person is really good at socializing, understanding people’s motives and using it to their and the community’s advantage. They know how to act and with who, what to say and how to say it according to each person they meet. Now, I do not think they are manipulative in a bad way. They are honest, generally, but could lie by omission when needed. This person could also smell good lol (random I know). I am getting most of the people who chose this pile’s future lover will be a man, but a man with heavy Libra/ feminine energies. I am seeing Siwon from the K-pop group Super Junior. So, this person could be a bit conservative or more traditional in their values (because Siwon, if I am not mistaken, is a huge christian for better and (mostly) for worse…) Your person could be homophobic or hold certain views that were taught to them from a really young age; You know those “christian values”. Let me share with you something Choi Siwon said about homosexuality in an interview back in 2007 : “While I respect all genders, I do not wish to acknowledge homosexuals as I have been taught that God created Man and Woman with specific characteristics and duties”. I am getting a minority of you could think the same, but a majority actually are dying inside reading this (honestly, me too). This relationship could be a karmic one (karmic does not mean bad by the way) that teaches them to be more flexible with their values, and accept more progress and diversity? This person could’ve been groomed to think that way since they were a child. I think deep down they are a really open minded soul. This person could have a north node in gemini or the 3rd house : they could be really preachy and stuck in their own belief system. Really resistant to change and progress. (they don’t have to be conservative/christian it could also be any belief they are clinging onto). Your presence in their life could shift their view and push them out of this stubborn preachy “I am right you are wrong, my truth is THE truth” kind of mindset. To reassure you : NO YOU WILL NOT BE A BOB/BARBARA THE BUILDER. Most of you know your worth, and if this person doesn’t want to change, you know damn well it’s their problem and not yours. You will not try to “fix” them by any means. (needed to make this precision because some people could think I am describing a savior/martyr dynamic when really it is a teacher/student dynamic (you being the teacher, of course). There won’t be any kind of power imbalances so don’t worry (and you can also always choose to not enter in this relationship when the opportunity presents itself to you)

Light attribute(s) : Temperance

This person is really patient and diligent.

This person is also really spiritual and aware of concepts such as “divine timing”; They know that rejection is divine protection and are able to not take things at heart.

They know how to see the bigger picture.

They are extremely good teachers/mentors/gurus , and are good at sharing spiritual knowledge. They are really wise.

Shadow attribute(s) : 5 of Swords

They could be a bit sneaky. Like they do things behind people’s back, and hide some stuff to get what they want. It is just the shadow side of their social engineer personality.

They could sacrifice too much, sometimes go to excess to get recognition and success.

They LOVE positive attention and compliments, so, they could overdo it or act as if they have more than they actually do just to impress people.

They have a bit of ego paired with some self esteem issues that makes them seek out external validation a bit too much. They could also let other people decide for themselves in the way that they want to make sure everything they do or/and say is socially accepted/acceptable.

They just want to fit in and they hate being the weirdo/ the scapegoat. It might actually be one of their worst fears : to be left out of the group, to not be in the “in” crowd, the popular crowd. This is a shadow because they have a hard time expressing their own desires and to do whatever they want/be authentically themselves.

MBTI : ENFJ

Life path : Life Path 6

Life motto : "Control how you respond to things sent to destroy your peace."

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Natural

(this pile feels like a mix of Pile 1 and Pile 3. Go read them if you hesitated with those piles/or just to see additional messages)

Natural / Yang-Balanced

Here’s a description of this body type (i found this on reddit, but it does the work so don’t judge me)

Face type essence : Ingenue

Keywords associated with this face type essence : Cute, Idealism, Youthful, Femininity, Small, Sweet, Pretty, Gentle, Innocence, delicate

Sagittarius - Optimism, Exploration and Freedom

They probably are really “thick”. They probably are more on the muscular side, some could be muscular and chubby at the same time. They just look taller or bigger than average, they have a “big” energy when they enter any room. They just naturally take more space. Really “larger than life” appearance/ vibe. Their thighs and legs are the most prominent part of their bodies. They are taller than average.

Pile 6

Sorry in advance Pile 6, your reading is a bit cryptical at times. The energy of your future lover is really hard to grasp onto but I think that is on purpose. You will know more about them just as you get to know them.

Who are they ?

Core personality : Pluto - Transform / Libra - Consideration, Fairness and Harmony

This person has a really transformative and intense personality, but at the same time they are really balanced and harmonious ? They are healthily obsessive, they seek harmony in the secrets, the taboo. Everything that is dark and hidden, they express it artistically, they show the darkness diplomatically.

I don’t really know though, I think their energy is really hard to get. Really enigmatic individual. They might wake up one day, and be a person to then wake up the day after and be another person. It is like they consistently “die”. They never cling to a specific identity or personality. They are everlastingly changing. But, them being in a constant state of change doesn’t make them chaotic either. They shed their old skin/ die really harmoniously. Their constant changes aren’t messy and abrupt. They tend to be really quiet and really observant. Like a feline waiting to pounce on their prey at any moment. This person could be really attractive like magnetic, almost high fashion model attractiveness. When they walk by, everyone turns their heads to admire their lethal confidence, theri sharp aura, and their deadly stare.

This person is probably an artist too : a painter, a poet and a writer. They probably have many artistic talents that they indulge in a lot. I am picking up that this person is probably an 8th houser (have 3 or more planets in the 8th house) with a stellium of planets in Libra (sign of beauty, art and harmony). They know how to create divinely and they have an amazing artistic flair. They are amazing with their hands. Their hands could actually be their most attractive feature.

Light attribute(s) : The Devil

Well… this is an interesting card that fell for their LIGHT attributes lol This person is so mysterious to read omg

So, this person is really comfortable in their shadow. Even though they probably don't know what a “shadow” side is, they’ve explored it and they went into the depths of it already.

They aren’t scared to face their demons. They are extremely honest and real, and are highly aware of their toxic traits and shadow side and don’t bother hiding them away.

I just think that their honesty and transparency is the thing that sticks out the most. Their lightest attributes is found in their own exploration of their shadow side

Shadow attribute(s) : Queen of Pentacles

okay.. I heard something really weird but this person could be a sex addict ?? I just think it only applies to a minority of you though. But I don't think it means they are literally addicted to the act, they just are obsessed with the concept of "sex" and sexuality in general. This obsession might make them a hard person to have a "mundane" conversation with.

I think they could just be overtly disconnected to their bodies. They could try to mesh too much with their spiritual side that they forget their bodies.

They could also be too fixated on the darker sides of life, on the deep and hidden that they forget to do mundane things. Like they cannot uphold a casual conversation, they can only interact when the subject is death or sex. There is just an imbalance in their energy. They pour too much energy in things that are transcendental so they forget the materialistic side of life.

In summery, they are just too obsessed with taboo topics (death, sex,...)

MBTI : ESFP

Life path : Life path 6 - The Nurturer

Life motto : "it comes and goes." / "when you get tired, learn to rest, not quit.”

What do they look like ? Their vibe ? essence ?

Kibbe body type : Flamboyant natural or Soft Dramatic, Romantic and Classic ALL at the same time (mainly the first two though) (this person’s face card is LETHAL)

Face type essence : Gamine, Dramatic and Romantic (they are a mix of all of those)

Gamine => Quirky, Playful, boyish, dramatic, childlike, rebellious, whimsical, creative, youthful

Dramatic => Danger, sharp, narrow, boldness, wildness, theatrical, extravagance

Romantic => keywords of this face type essence => indulgence, alluring, sensual, curvier, glamour, luxury, soft, and lush lips.

Classic => Elegant, balance, controlled looking, symmetry, timeless, basic, default setting face, conservative, formal, neutral

Capricorn - Ambition, Realism and Methodical Steps (+ House Twelve - Spirituality, Transcendence, Karma, Sacrificial service, and healing)

This person looks ETHEREAL. High fashion niche brand model look. They look straight out of an anime, a webtoon and a runway AT THE SAME TIME. Many people could be jealous of them because of how good-looking they are.

All I am hearing is “FACE CARD ? LETHAL.”. This person has a really intimidating energy, a striking aura and an authoritative vibe. Their depths and contradictions melt together and show up in such a way in their faces, and body, and the way they walk, talk , and look at people in a really fascinating way. Everyone thinks they’re good looking, but not everyone admits it out of jealousy.

Some of them could have clear skin, or acne that looks aesthetic on their faces ? I’ve been seeing angel oracle cards (like angel michael,..) in my head so they probably look like an angel themselves. Go search for Mannerism paintings/art/painters. They remind me of those erotic homosexual (really sensual and sexual) paintings of the Renaissance.

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆stay blessed everyone⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒂𝒑𝒆

Description: she said she wasn’t nervous. She said she'd never done this before. But then he walked in—and made her forget every lie she told herself. The Casting Tape — you only need to watch it once to come back for more.

Warnings: this one-shot includes explicit sexual content, including fingering, oral sex (M/F), face-fucking, rough grinding, dirty talk, praise kink, light choking, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), and graphic language. Readers +18.

Words count: ~ 7K.

I understand you guys really enjoyed “First Time for Everything”. So here’s a new one-shot I've been working on for a while, featuring pornstar!harry once again.

please enjoyyy💕

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I almost didn’t walk through the door. It looked too normal from the outside—just a nondescript black building sandwiched between a vape shop and a custom auto wrap place. No sign. No logo. Just a metal door and a tiny keypad. I stood there for a full minute, staring at my reflection in the door’s narrow glass panel, wondering what the hell I was doing. My fingers fidgeted with the zipper on my hoodie as I debated bailing. But then I remembered rent. And how many hours I’d spent reading that post.

“Paid casting opportunity. Professional, safe, filmed. No pressure to continue. Just be yourself.”

So I buzzed in. A soft click, and I stepped inside. The air was cool, sterile, quiet. A short hallway led to a room that looked more like a YouTube set than anything porn-related—white walls, gray backdrop, soft box lights aimed at a plain black leather couch. A camera was already set up on a tripod, its little red light blinking lazily like it was waiting. There was no one else in the room, just a low table with a water bottle and a clipboard. I approached it like it might bite.

“Hey there,” a voice called from behind me—low, male, casual. “You can grab a seat. We’ll start in a second.”

I turned to find a guy with a headset leaning against the doorframe, sipping coffee. He looked more like someone who worked in tech support than adult film, and he barely glanced at me. That helped a little. I gave him a tight smile and sat down on the couch, tucking one leg under the other. The camera stared back at me. I wiped my sweaty palms on my denim skirt.

“You go by your real name or a stage name?” the voice asked.

I hesitated. “Stage name.”

He chuckled. “Smart. What should we call you?”

“…Lola.” I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t even know anyone named Lola.

“Cute,” he said. “Alright, Lola. We’re just gonna ask you a few questions. Keep your eyes on the camera, speak clearly, be yourself.”

I nodded once. The camera light turned solid red.

“Tell us how old you are and why you’re here.”

My voice came out a little too fast. “Twenty-two. I—uh—I heard about this through a friend of a friend. Thought it might be… interesting.”

“And have you done anything like this before?”

I forced a smile. “Not professionally.”

He chuckled again, friendly but disinterested. “Good answer. So—this is a soft casting. No pressure to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We just want to see how you come across on camera. If it feels natural, maybe we’ll try a short chemistry test.”

My stomach flipped. “Chemistry test?”

“With a partner,” he clarified. “Clothed or not. Touching or not. Totally up to you.”

I swallowed hard. “And who’s the partner?”

“Hey, man,” the guy said suddenly, glancing over my shoulder. “You mind stepping in for a quick test?”

I didn’t hear footsteps. I felt them. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful. And then I heard his voice.

“Yeah. I’ve got time.” I turned. And immediately forgot how to breathe.

He walked in wearing a black T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair tucked under a gray beanie, tattooed arms on full display. Calm. Comfortable. Like he belonged here. And when his eyes met mine—green, curious, knowing—I had to look away before I gave something away.

I knew who he was. Everyone who’s ever dipped into amateur porn knew who he was. He wasn’t just a pornstar—he was the pornstar. The one known for making people cry in the best way possible. The one who ruined girls for normal guys. The one I may or may not have watched the night I sent my application in.

“Hi,” he said softly, voice like silk. “I’m Harry.” Of course he was.

I tried to remember how to smile. “Hi.”

He looked me over—slowly, respectfully, but definitely. His gaze dragged from my hoodie to my bare thighs, then up to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

“You okay to keep going?” he asked. “Or just here to talk?” His tone was soft. Patient.

I bit my lip. I should’ve said no. I should’ve kept it simple. But the way he was looking at me… “Let’s try,” I said quietly.

His mouth curled into a half-smile. “We’ll go slow.”

He sat beside me on the couch, leaving just enough space between us that it felt intentional. His thigh brushed mine every time I shifted, and I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose—but I hoped it was.

The camera was still rolling. “You nervous?” he asked, his voice low and almost amused.

“A little,” I admitted. “You’re not exactly a nobody.”

He smiled at that—soft, slow, like he was letting the compliment soak into his skin.

“Well, I’ve done a few of these,” he said, tilting his body slightly toward me. “So if you want to stop at any point, you say the word. We good on that?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Safe word or something?”

“We can use red. If you want to pause, say yellow. But honestly? Just talk to me. I listen.”

God, that shouldn’t have made my stomach twist—but it did. His hand landed gently on my knee. Just a touch. Nothing dirty. But the weight of it made my heart skip.

“Can I touch you a little more?” he asked.

I swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

He slid his hand up my thigh, slow and deliberate, until his fingers curled around the bare skin just beneath the hem of my skirt. His pinky brushed the side of my underwear. He didn’t move further. He just… held me.

“See? You’re already shaking a little,” he said, voice soft like a secret.

“I’m not,” I lied.

His thumb moved lazily across my thigh. “You are. That’s okay, though. Nervous is normal. But you look good nervous.”

I smirked despite myself. “Is that your line?”

“No,” he said, leaning in just a little. “That’s the truth.”

His other hand reached up, fingers playing with the zipper of my hoodie. He didn’t pull it down right away—he just watched my face.

“Can I?”

I nodded again. “Yeah.”

He tugged the zipper down, slow as hell. I didn’t wear a bra on purpose—I’d told myself it was about being comfortable, but I’d also known what kind of job this was. I’d wanted to feel like I was ready for it, even if I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. He pushed the hoodie off my shoulders, revealing my thin tank top underneath—white, ribbed, tight. My nipples were already hard beneath the fabric.

His eyes dropped for half a second. “Fuck.”

“What?” I teased.

“You’re hot.” His voice dipped lower, rougher. “Didn’t expect that.”

I grinned. “You didn’t look me up before this?”

He leaned closer, lips near my ear. “Didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Fuck. That got to me. I shifted in my seat, squeezing my thighs together, and his hand didn’t miss it.

“You get turned on easily, don’t you?” he murmured.

“Only when someone says shit like that.”

He chuckled, and it vibrated straight through me. “Alright then. Let’s see how much you can take before we even get your clothes off.”

He turned to face me fully, his hand now resting between my thighs, thumb pressing lightly at the crease where leg met hip. I was still covered, but it felt dangerously intimate.

“Look at me,” he said. I did.

His hand moved to my waist, sliding under the hem of my shirt. His palm was warm on my bare skin, fingertips grazing my ribcage, tracing just under the curve of my breast. His thumb brushed upward, catching the edge of my nipple through the fabric—and I gasped, barely holding still.

“Sensitive?” he asked, eyes still locked on mine. I nodded, biting my lip.

He pinched lightly—just enough to make me jerk—and then soothed the spot with his palm.

“You’re already breathing like you’ve been at this for an hour.”

“Maybe I just like the way you touch,” I whispered.

He grinned again. “Yeah?”

His other hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair as he leaned in. “I’m gonna kiss you now. Okay?”

I nodded. “Please.” And then he kissed me. Slow. Firm. One hand holding my jaw just right while the other teased under my shirt. His lips moved against mine like he had all the time in the world. He tasted like mint and something just a little bit sweet—god, it was unfair how good he was at this.

My mouth opened for him on instinct, tongue brushing his as he deepened the kiss. I whimpered before I meant to, and he smiled against my lips.

“There it is,” he murmured. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He pulled me onto his lap. I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I felt his thighs beneath mine, the stretch of my skirt riding up, the thick press of him already hard beneath me.

“You wanna keep going?” he asked, hand splayed on my lower back.

“Yes.”

“You wanna keep your clothes on for now?”

I nodded again. “Let me stay like this.”

He gave a slow, approving nod. “Smart girl.”

I started to grind—tentatively, testing—and he held me tighter.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s it. Just like that.”

His hands stayed on my waist, guiding me. My panties were soaked through already, and he hadn’t even touched me properly. His cock pressed up against my center through both layers, and the friction was delicious.

“Feel what you’re doing to me?” he whispered. I nodded. “Good. Don’t stop.” I didn’t.

I rocked against him slowly, rhythmically, trying to match the pace of his hands, trying not to let my moans get too loud. But the fabric was slick, and I was clenching around nothing, desperate for more. He leaned up to kiss me again, slower this time, while grinding back into me with little thrusts of his hips.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered. “Using me to get yourself off. All clothed. So dirty, baby.”

God, baby—the way it rolled off his tongue nearly made me come.

“I wanna see you fall apart,” he said against my lips. “But not yet. Gotta take my time with you.”

I whimpered, hands clutching his shoulders. “Why?”

“‘Cause I want it to be unforgettable.”

I didn’t mean to drop to my knees. It just happened. One second, I was straddling him, moaning into his mouth, and the next, I was slipping down between his legs, hands trailing over his thighs like they belonged there. He didn’t stop me. Didn’t say a word—just leaned back on the couch and watched me with that slow-burning smirk, his chest rising and falling like he already knew what I was going to do next.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice husky.

I nodded as I settled between his thighs, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. “You’ve been hard since I got here.”

His brow ticked up. “And you think that means you get to do something about it?”

I looked up at him, tilted my head innocently. “I know I do.”

He grinned. “Cocky.”

“I learned from the best,” I said, tugging his sweats down just enough to free him. And fuck.

I’d seen it before—on screens, in videos—but nothing prepared me for the way it looked up close. Thick, long, already leaking at the tip. Veins along the shaft. His entire body was unfair, but this? This was just cruel.

I wrapped my hand around him slowly.

“You gonna stare at it all day, or you gonna do something?” he teased.

I licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, just to shut him up. His breath caught.

“Mouth open,” he murmured. I obeyed, letting my tongue hang out as I stroked him slowly. He was heavy in my hand, warm and twitching, and when I finally took him into my mouth, I moaned like it was for me, not him.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his head tipping back. “You’re better than half the girls I’ve filmed with.”

I pulled back just enough to say, “That supposed to make me feel special?”

He looked down at me with a grin. “It should.” Then he shifted his hips forward a little, his hand slipping into my hair. “Hold still,” he said. “Let me fuck your mouth a little.”

I whimpered, nodding as he gathered my hair in his fist and guided me back down. His thrusts were slow at first, controlled, testing. He pushed past my lips and onto my tongue, letting me feel every inch. I hollowed my cheeks around him, drool already sliding down my chin. The angle made my throat ache—but I didn’t care. He watched every second.

“That’s it,” he praised. “Look at me. Eyes up. Fuck—just like that.” I moaned around him, and he groaned in return, gripping my hair tighter. “You like this?” he asked. “Being used a little?”

I blinked up at him, spit trailing from my lip to the base of his cock. “Yes.”

“How filthy are you, baby?”

I swallowed him deeper before answering. “Wanna choke on it.”

He smirked, that filthy edge sharpening in his eyes. “Greedy girl.”

He held my jaw and started to fuck into my mouth harder, sloppier. My mascara was running—I could feel it—and my knees were going numb, but I didn’t care. Not when he was groaning and panting above me, thumb wiping spit from the corner of my mouth.

“Open wider,” he growled. “Let me all the way in.”

I did. He pushed in until the tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged—but he didn’t stop. He stayed there for a second, watching the tears spill down my cheeks before pulling back with a wet, obscene pop.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” I blinked up at him, dazed and wrecked, lips puffy and slick. “You want me to come in your mouth?” he asked.

“No.” He raised a brow. “I want more than that.” He stared at me for a beat. Then he reached down, grabbed my arm, and pulled me gently to my feet.

“Take your clothes off.”

I hesitated, chest heaving. “All of them?”

“All of them,” he said softly. “Want to see what kind of mess I’ve made.”

I peeled off my hoodie first, even though it had already been unzipped. My tank top followed, sticky with sweat. Then my skirt. Then my panties—soaked, clinging to my thighs. His eyes drank me in.

“You’re soaked.”

“You made me like this.”

He stood up—slow, deliberate—and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, then my neck, then lower, until he was kneeling in front of me.

“You ever squirt before?” he asked, voice low.

I swallowed hard. “No.”

He smirked. “Might today.” Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue across my inner thigh.

He didn’t go for my pussy right away. Instead, he kissed every inch around it—my thighs, the crease of my hip, the patch of skin just above my mound. His hands wrapped around my legs, holding me steady as he took his time. The anticipation had my stomach fluttering, my cunt clenching around nothing, desperate to be touched.

“Please,” I whispered, shifting.

He looked up at me from between my legs, his lips shiny with spit. “Yeah?”

I nodded, breath shaky. “I—I need—”

He slid one finger up my slit, slow as hell. “You need this?” he asked, teasing my clit with the lightest touch. “Or my mouth?”

“Both.”

He grinned. “Good answer.” Then he dove in.

His mouth latched around my clit like he’d missed it, like he owned it. His tongue flicked and sucked, alternating between slow pressure and fast strokes that made my legs tremble. I cried out, one hand gripping the back of the couch, the other tangled in his hair. He moaned against me when I tugged, and I felt it vibrate through my whole body.

“F-fuck,” I gasped. “Harry—”

“You taste so sweet,” he muttered between licks. “Could stay here all day.”

He pushed two fingers into me while his tongue kept working, curling them just right. My back arched off the couch, a moan ripping from my throat so loud I was sure the mic picked it up.

“That’s it,” he said. “Let them hear how good I’m making you feel.”

I was already on the edge, too fast, too intense—and he knew it.

“You close?” he asked, sliding his fingers faster, deeper, hitting every nerve ending I had.

I nodded, gasping. “Yes—yes—fuck, don’t stop—” He stopped. Pulled back. Fingers still inside me, but barely moving. I whimpered. “Why—”

“Cause I want you to come on my cock, not my tongue.”

“Fucking mean,” I whispered.

He smirked. “You like it.” I hated how right he was.

He stood and kicked off his sweats fully this time, leaving him completely naked—tall, lean, toned. Tattoos stretched across his chest, down his arms. His cock was heavy and thick, standing up proudly, still slick from my mouth. He grabbed a condom from the table behind him—but I stopped him with a hand on his wrist.

“Don’t,” I said softly. His eyes locked on mine.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m clean. On the pill. I want to feel all of you.”

His jaw clenched. “Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me.”

He climbed back onto the couch, pulling me into his lap again. This time, we were both naked. Skin against skin. He lined himself up with one hand, the other gripping my waist.

“Take it slow,” he murmured. I did. I sank down on him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch, the burn, the way he filled me up so deep I thought I might break.

He kept eye contact the whole time. “Look at you,” he said. “Taking it so well.”

I whimpered when I bottomed out, thighs shaking.

“So fucking tight,” he growled. “You weren’t made for this, were you?”

I moaned. “Maybe I was made for you.” That broke something in him.

His hands gripped my hips, and he started to move—slow thrusts upward that hit just right. I rocked against him, chasing friction, rolling my hips as he fucked up into me.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“Harry.”

“Louder.”

“Harry.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So fucking good,” I gasped. “You’re so deep—fuck—it’s so good.” His hand came up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding.

“You’re gonna come like this?” he asked. “Like a needy little slut in my lap?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes—please, I need it—I need to come—”

“Then come.”

I shattered. The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through me in pulses that left me crying out his name, clinging to him, hips still rocking even as I trembled. He held me through it, whispered praise into my ear.

“Good girl,” he breathed. “So fucking good for me.” But he wasn’t done. He flipped me over onto the couch, face-down, ass up. “Not finished with you yet,” he growled.

He slid back into me easily, grabbing my hips and fucking into me hard now—rough, deep, animalistic. My cheek pressed against the cushion, mouth open as he pounded into me.

“You want it rough?” he panted. “You want to feel how hard you made me?”

“Y-yes—fuck—yes—”

He slapped my ass, hard. “Say you love it.”

“I fucking love it.”

“Say who’s fucking you.”

“Harry—Harry’s fucking me—please don’t stop—”

He leaned over me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other holding my throat as he fucked me from behind. Skin slapping, breath ragged, everything filthy and perfect.

“Gonna come on you,” he groaned. “Wanna see you dripping.”

“Yes,” I begged. “Do it—please—come on me—”

He pulled out just in time, stroking himself fast before spilling hot all over my lower back and ass, groaning through gritted teeth. I lay there, trembling, dripping, wrecked. Breathing like I’d run a marathon.

He exhaled a long breath, letting it hang in the quiet between us. The only sound now was the soft hum of the camera still rolling. The red light blinked steadily, like it had witnessed every filthy, raw second of what just happened. Harry sat back, eyes scanning over me like he wasn’t sure if he was done yet—or just trying to memorize how I looked. Wrecked. Flushed. My hair a mess. My thighs still trembling.

“Stay there a sec,” he said, voice a little rougher than before.

I blinked up at him, cheek still pressed to the couch cushion, and nodded. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a warm towel. He didn’t rush—just knelt beside me, gently wiping me clean, taking his time like he actually cared. And maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was just good at playing the part. But something about the way his fingers grazed my skin, soft and unhurried, made my chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, gaze flicking up to mine.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just… that was a lot.”

A slow grin pulled at his mouth. “Good lot or bad lot?”

“Really good.”

He handed me the towel and stood up to grab water bottles. When he tossed one to me, I caught it with shaky hands.

“You looked like you’ve done that before,” he said, sitting down beside me again—close, but not touching.

“I haven’t,” I replied, twisting the cap off. “Not like that.”

He raised a brow. “You sure?”

I smiled. “Trust me. I’d remember if someone ever made me feel like that before.” He went quiet, watching me sip.

“You ever actually plan on watching the footage?” I looked at him. At the blinking red light still recording.

“I kind of want to,” I admitted.

He nodded slowly. “I’ll show you mine… if you come back and film another one.” I stared at him, half smiling, half stunned.

“You saying that to everyone who comes through here?”

“Nope.” He leaned in just slightly, voice lower. “Just the ones who moan my name like they mean it.”

I laughed, flushed, and shook my head. “You’re dangerous.”

He smirked. “Only on camera.” I didn’t believe that for a second. But I wanted to find out.

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shuenkio · 2 days ago

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Waiting 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 | 성훈 — 💭

Paring: Sunghoon X M!reader

Synopsis: Gone to your family's trip for 5 days might sound fun but not for your boyfriend who is desperately—at home, asking for you.

Genre: Suggestive. Cw: dirty language.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/n: A drabble... Yeah. Big thanks to my mutual who are helping me (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Sunghoon and M/n are in a relationship together for sometimes now— well both of them loved each other right? However the thing's Sunghoon the man he is, never shows his true side to anybody except M/n—his boyfriend. He revealed himself to the eyes as a cold person, someone who never smiled or showed any affection but when it's M/n. The table turned.

"Oh right love-ah I forgot to mention I'll go on a trip with my family"

"You’re what?" Sunghoon’s voice drops, sharp with disbelief.

You sigh, already expecting this reaction. "It’s just a few days, love... My family planned a trip, and I can’t say no."

Sunghoon stares at you like you’ve just told him you’re moving to another continent. His jaw tightens, fingers twitching like he wants to grab onto you and never let go. "How.. long?"

"Five days—"

"FIVE?!" He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. "You want me to survive five whole days without you?" He steps closer, towering over you, his dark eyes burning with something desperate. "You’re cruel."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist, but Sunghoon doesn’t find it funny. He grips your wrists, pressing your palms flat against his chest. "What if I go feral while you’re gone?" His voice is a low murmur, but the way his fingers tighten around you makes your breath hitch. "What if I lose my mind?"

"You’ll be fine," you tease, but he just narrows his eyes.

Two days into your trip, you realize he’s absolutely not fine.

The first voicemail arrives at 2 AM, you were about to go to sleep after taking a long, relaxing shower.

"Baby... I can’t do this." His voice is husky, strained. "I swear, I can still smell you on my sheets, but it’s not the same. It’s not you."

Then, the video follows.

Sunghoon is in bed, bathed in the dim glow of his bedside lamp. He’s shirtless, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths. Your shirt is bunched in his fist, pressed to his face as he inhales, his eyes fluttering shut as he lowered his camera, letting you see his hips moving in circles against the sheet, even though you clearly knew what was happening.

His cock was seeking comfort in some cold fabrics, it wasn't enough for him to have your clothes in the dirty clothes basket, it wasn't even enough for him to masturbate and release his jets of semen against them.

"It still smells like you… but it’s fading." His voice is barely a whisper, wrecked with longing.

He shifts, exhaling shakily, his body tense. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he mutters, "Come back soon, love. Or I’ll lose my mind."

The video ends abruptly, leaving your heart pounding when you heard a whimper and saw his hips move, feigning strong thrusts against the sheet.

And then, another message.

"I’ll be waiting for you, I will give you a big welcome. ♡"

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yup-thats-me · 1 day ago

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–the book of answers • P. Seonghwa

ᰔpairing; bf!Seonghwa x gf!reader ᰔsummary; Seonghwa's Book of Answer is really helpful, right? ᰔwarnings; none ᰔa/n; inspired from thst one live where Hwa was answering Atiny's question from that 'magic book' and it was feeding us the anti-delulu pills😭

"My love," Seonghwa beamed pushing the book into his girlfriend's hands. "Ask a question!"

Y/n sighed, putting down her phone. "Babe, not again."

The famous singer has been obsessed with the new book he bought. The Book Of Answers, the name was. And as the name suggests. its a book filled with vaguely helpful quotes, answers if you will.

Since Seonghwa was back from his tour a few weeks back, he had asked the girl to ask him random questions throughout the day and would open the book at random pages; his answer. He did this at least a dozen times a day.

"C'mon!" He pouted. "I'm bored and i wanna spend time with my beautiful girlfriend." Y/n swore his eyes were literally twinkling.

Smiling, she agreed. "Let's start with easy ones, then," She suggested taking the book. "What should we get for dinner? Chinese or Korean"

It will remain unpredictable

"Welp," She giggled. "Not much helpful, is it?"

What a way to make a fool of himself! Seonghwa shook his head, not ready to accept defeat. "Try it again."

This time, with a smirk, Y/n opened the book. "Is my boyfriend cheating on me?"

Maybe

Seonghwa's eyes widened, snatching the book from the girl. "What? Why is the book being so weird today!?"

Y/n, however, was a giggling mess beside the flabbergasted Seonghwa. "It's okay, babe," She managed to say in between laughs. "I trust you."

"Nope, absolutely not," He shook his head. "Hey book! Did my girlfriend take a bath today?"

"Hey!" Y/n protested, feeling betrayed.

Seonghwa grinned opening the book at random but his smile faded.

Be delightfully sure of it

"Its clearly taking sides!"

This was fun. Y/n picked the book again, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Is my fabulous boyfriend secretly a nerd?"

Yes

Bursting out in laughter, the girl fell into Seonghwa's lap. This was way too much fun! Clutching her stomach, she rolled on the bed. "I knew it! You nerd," she laughed. "No wonder you pulled absolutely no bitches back at school."

That was uncalled for! Seonghwa flicked her forehead. "Not true."

"Yeah?" Smirked Y/n. "Prove it. Ask the all might Book Of Answers."

"Alright!" With the newfound courage boost, Seonghwa took the book anew. This time it really will be helpful, right?

"I pulled girls during my schooldays right?"

Related issues may surface

"..."

"I-I give up."

"Alright, alrught," She tried to comfort the heartthrob of the nation. "Lets try again. Something silly!"

"Seonghwa will win against a Jedi?"

Take a chance

"See!" Y/n encouraged the man. "Its not always negative!"

With a weak smile, Seonghwa nodded. He was about to ask something but let Y/n do it. He can't be the only one offended by a book.

"Should i break up with my boyfriend?"

With an apologetic look she read out the answer.

Now you can

Seonghwa was absolutely devastated. "You go! Go, find someone better who this shitty book approves!" He cried.

"A knife to my chest must feel less painful."

Y/n was about to comfort when her phone rang. "Just a minute, babe. Work," She left the room in a hurry.

After laying motionlessly, Seonghwa picked up the book again. "Is she the one?"

It seems assured

reqs are open!🦦𖹭

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reignpage · 11 hours ago

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I was reading a jjk x reader one shot and it got me thinking. how many jjk characters do you think are, in fact, virgins?

I feel like that'd be most of them if not all because the sorcerer life isn't one that seems to leave a lot of space for relationships

(not counting choso, who has had a physical body for like a year, and toji, that slut)

Nanami. He's saving himself for me. No, I genuinely think this man is a virgin. He just wouldn't have had the time and also he seems like the type to not engage in casual relationships. He's all in.

I could see Gojo being a virgin. He likes the attention, sure, and he could get mad hoes if he wanted to but I think he's also a man who needs something serious. He's never met anyone who cared for him as genuinely as he needs them to. Someone who wants him and not Gojo, the strongest sorcerer. Plus again, busy, doesn't want to get attached, trauma from Geto etc etc

Sukuna might be a virgin. I see him indulging in mortal flesh, engaging in all sorts of depravity. But I think it's also just as possible he never did and never saw any sense in doing so. I see him as a reader-sexual kinda person. Has no desires or urges unless triggered by his significant other.

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carimelmari · 2 days ago

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We need to clear this up.

Edit: before I get stupid comments, probably should've clarified, but this is a Sokeefe post, just in case anyone gets offended. BEFORE YOU READ, because I see this a lot (with ANY ship post) commenting that you don't like this ship is completely unnecessary and has nothing to do with the argument that I'm making. Just scroll past. Thank you.

When Keefe and Sophie get married, Keefes going to take her last name.

I don't care if Sophie Sencen "sounds better" I have heard countless arguments on why Sophie should take his last name yada yada. I'm not taking that bull crap. Besides, Cassius doesn't deserve that gratification.

You're telling me that Sophie Foster, potentially one of the most legendary people in Elvin history, who will be talked about when she's Ancient- thousands of years after the events of the series, should change HER last name? Her last name is what's gonna be known for the rest of time. Her children will be known more than the Vackers.

She's the elf who was raised by humans and has a human name. She's keeping her name to remember her human parents and honor them even if they don't remember her, or even have that name anymore.

I've also seen the argument that Keefe should keep his because he's not gonna let his family history change how people thought of him or what not or like he grows past the history of his last name. Compelling, but it isn't within his character.

Keefe taking her last name would symbolize him cutting ties with his abusers. After everything, his parents put him through, he's leaving them in the past, no longer accepting their abuse.

Taking the name Foster, is him looking towards a future where he's not constantly looked down upon. He has people who love him. He might even take Ruewen, becoming Keefe Foster-Ruewen-- and symbolically acknowledging how he has a family now. One that loves him. He will have in-laws who actually take care of him and care enough for him to start calling them both Mom and Dad. (Keefe will grow on Grady by that time. In stellarlune, he already is kinda there)

Keefe had already said that when he gets married, he's gonna take his spouse's last name.

And c'mon. He would love to be a Foster.

I know here in the forbidden cities, the man's last name tends to be the one taken. But the Elvin cities are completely different. They have completely different marital customs. Don't push OUR customs on a completely different culture.

#keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #keefe sencen #kotlc fandom #keefe foster #sokeefe #foster-Keefe #sokeefe married

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scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde · 12 hours ago

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I'm HERE 👋🏻 and a big fan of these because I loove to talk about myself 😼

3 🚢: Scorbus obviously. I then took a good 15 minutes trying to remember any other form of media I've ever engaged with and enjoyed 💀 uhhh. Korra and Asami, dear god I love them and Korra has never done anything wrong ever actually idc. Anndd most recent one has been Jayvik probably (but in a not insufferable way I promise)

1st 🚢: that's so long ago, desperately trying to remember back in the day. I'm gonna be so real it might have been Edward and Bella lmfao. I read the books at like 12 and was so invested man. Merlin and Arthur from BBC Merlin would be very close to my first as well I'm sure, I watched that as a child and I could see what was going on there thank you very much. Probably my first poly ship technically because I also loved Gwen and desperately wanted the three of them to run away together. Little me knew what was up, she just did not know the language lmao

last song 🎶: Within You by David Bowie. The Labyrinth soundtrack is unironically my favourite Bowie album, that movie slaps

favourite childhood 📖: omg Enid Blyton, I still have a bunch of Enid Blyton books! my favourite was Amelia Jane the ragdoll that came to life to be an absolutely menace, I definetely still have that downstairs. Or these 3 by Eva Ibbotson, I remember my mum reading them to me and it got me super into fantasy at an early age

currently reading 📖: The Fraud by Zadie Smith, it's "a historical novel set in 1873 England, exploring the real-life trial of the Tichborne Claimant, through the eyes of Eliza Touchet, a Scottish housekeeper and cousin to a failing novelist, and the story of Andrew Bogle, a former slave from Jamaica." according to the summary online. I'm about a third of the way in and I'm going to reference it in my dissertation 😌😌 which is due 16th May someone kill me. and, once it actually bloody arrives, I'll be reading Gallant by V.E.Schwab for my dissertation too 🤞🏻🤞🏻

Currently Watching 📺: By myself, I'm rewatching 911 lmao as the new series comes out, Buddie is going to be canon I SWEAR. With my fiance, I'm making them watch The Hobbit all the way through because they've never seen it before. I just finished making them watch Hannibal, they were a big fan.

Currently Craving: Grapes, my fiance bought really amazingly perfect red grapes yesterday and I'm dreaming of them I'm gonna go get some rn 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Currently Eating 🍽 : the answer is about to be those amazing grapes

Pets🐍: My absolute angel baby cornsnake Beatrice who has to live at my mums right now and who I miss dearly. Also my mum has a dog that could sort of count as mine called Luna

I'm yet again a wuss to tag anyone but if you've read this then that counts as a tag 🔫 this is a threat

Get to know the blogger

Thanks for the tag @faggylittleleatherboy

1. Three ships I like: jegulus (marauders), anderperry (dead poets society), narlie (heartstopper)

2. First ship ever: idk, probably Rapunzel and Flynn Rider

3. Last song you listened to: Kill For You - Gigi Perez

4. Fav childhood book: The Magic Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton

5. Currently reading: The King's Men - Nora Sakavic

6. Currently watching: Greys Anatomy

7. Currently craving: Dominoes pizza

8. Currently consuming: just had some water

9. Pets: I'm not allowed pets where I live, but I have a cat back home

npt @zsrntyouil @mairon-goth-minion @mushroom-enby @wishiwereheather13 @overthemoons7 @equippedtolove @andytheoverthinker @woefulstar @cbartonscoffee + anyone else

#i put way too much detail in but as i said i like talking about myself 💅🏻

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thecouchsofa · 13 hours ago

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It might be March, but better late than never!

While I posted more fic in 2024 (see my 2024 year in fic) than I ever have before, I also read an absolute shitload. Below the cut are some of my favourites that were published in 2024, arranged by word count.

As always, there is an absolute wealth of talent in this fandom and the amount of goodness we have here never ceases to amaze me. The fics below all really did it for me in a number of different ways. Though my opinion is subjective, I will happily vouch for all of them. Happy reading! 📚

❤️🩵💛💚

🌹Way to go, Tiger by @houndsinhades | G | 2k | 🌹

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline But now we'll curtail your curiosity In sweetness Way to go, Tiger Scorpius Malfoy's seventh birthday.

Read for: Scorpius at his best, Wholesome Parent/Child Relationship, Draco after the War

Note: This is technically a gen fic, but it gives major Drarry vibes so I’m putting it here anyway

🌺The game's the game by @hogwartsfirebolt | M | 3k | 🌺

Draco might be — definitely is — the world’s sorest loser, but he’s also the world’s biggest slut for Quidditch excellence, and he has it right here, holding him against his hotel room door.

Read for: Quidditch Rivals Harry and Draco, Friends with Benefits, a full story told expertly in a low word count

🌻 The sun between us by @eleadore | E | 7k | 🌻

Draco Malfoy, an omega. It was laughable until he was right in front of you, smelling like he was one shaky step from tripping into a heat.

Read for: Omegaverse, Snarky Banter, Good Characterisation (yes, I’m putting that on a PWP)

🌼 Apophenia by b6p592l11 | T | 12k |🌼

Out of the many things Sirius expected to happen after the war, having to deal with his godson dating a Death Eater was definitely not one of them.

Read for: Sirius Lives, Sirius POV, Draco/Regulus Parallels

🌷The Window by @hoko-onchi-writes | E | 15k |🌷

“I swear all you ever talk about is men.” Ron laughs and vanishes the last of the joint. “Sweet fucking Christ,” Harry says. “Remind me to never involve you in my life in any way, ever again.” He gives Harry a very handsome grin. “Padma said she saw him. At a Tesco’s.” “Who?” “Draco sodding Malfoy.” “At a Tesco’s,” Harry repeats. He’s very stoned, having an out-of-body experience imagining Draco Malfoy in a Tesco’s, holding a frozen dinner. He wonders, very briefly, what Malfoy’s been up to since the war. “I bet you wish you had a map of that Tesco’s. So you could track his name.” “Fuck off.” ~~ In which Harry grows up in darkness, falls in love, fucks up, learns some things, and falls in love again.

Note: this story also features Harry/Charlie, but it is endgame Drarry

Read for: Character Study (Harry), Adorable Scorpius, this line that I want tattooed on my prefrontal cortex: "There’s a very blond man with a laptop, and an equally blond toddler wearing a Wiggles t-shirt and brandishing a trashy romance novel like a weapon."

🪻Je te reverrai by @soliblomst and art by @kk1smet | E | 16k |🪻

When Beauxbatons visited Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, Draco managed to control his attraction to fourteen-year-old Harry Potter. When Beauxbatons returns three years later for a cultural exchange, Draco's attraction to seventeen-year-old Harry Potter is impossible to curtail. In his defence, Harry's perfectly tailored blue robes, mixed signals, and French accent do not help.

Read for: Beauxbatons Harry, French Speaking Harry, Gorgeous Art

🌹Nine Days in Coventry by @sitaz | G | 16k |🌹

When a de-aged Draco Malfoy is discovered in Knockturn Alley, the Ministry appoints Family Liaison Officer Potter as his emergency guardian. Whisked away to a Muggle safehouse, Draco does not cope well, and Harry learns just how hard life can be when a five-year-old declares war on you.

Read for: De-aged Draco, Draco being a brat (but so cute), Harry taking care of Draco, Pre-Relationship

🌺 The most he’s ever said by @fastbrother | E | 16k |🌺

It takes them twenty years.

Read for: Down and Out to Redeemed and Competent Draco, Draco-centric, the Situationship of a Lifetime

Warning: Infidelity, but not between Drarry

🌻You And Me Against The World by @dracowillhearaboutthis | T | 17k |🌻

When Draco finally meets his soulmate, he doesn't want anything to do with Draco.

Read for: Soulmarks, Partial Canon Rewrite, Remus raises Harry, Draco and Theo friendship

🌼Equally Cursed and Blessed by @moonflower-rose | E | 18k |🌼

Harry's back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he's sure there'll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there'll be a few.

Read for: Draco’s artsy porn collection, Humour, Harry and Ron’s ride or die friendship

🌷Goodbye, Old You by harDeehar (dryrsheet) | E | 19k |🌷

As an alpha, Harry Potter should not have been an assistant for the newly minted Diversity department, and he definitely should not have been working under Draco. Draco seemed to be the only person who thought Harry was suspicious, but he was used to taking care of things on his own, anyway. Luckily, Draco was not as alone as he thought, and his understanding of Harry's intentions turned out to not be the only misjudgement Draco made.

Read for: Omegaverse, Coworkers, Mpreg

🪻Raising Hell! by @wolfpants | E | 21k |🪻

Harry and Draco are sent undercover as a married couple to investigate a dodgy Muggle love cult. Something evil is lurking in Glastonbury… but to get to it, the reluctant partners must be initiated first. And this is, after all, a love cult…

Read for: Case Fic, Competent Draco, Muggle Sex Cults, Good Smut

🌹The Superfluous Man by peu_a_peu | E | 24k |🌹

A child for Harry Potter is a miracle of magic. And it's the second act of Draco Malfoy's sorry little life.

Read for: Mpreg, snappy writing style, a pre-2015 feel

🌺On the divine agony of longing by @flimsi | E | 25k |🌺

Speaking to Draco is like poking a beehive - and Harry is a glutton for punishment. In which Harry makes some serious blunders and then tries to fix it. Somehow. Draco’s eyes narrow and his mouth purses, pretty and pink and wet from whatever he’s been drinking. “Any mediocre time is better than whatever you can you offer, Head Auror Potter. We’ve had this conversation. I thought I made myself clear.”

Read for: Magically Powerful Harry, Possessive Pining Harry, Competent Draco

🌻Antelucan Ruins by @rainjulyx | E | 29k |🌻

From the bloody Prophet, Draco discovers Harry Potter’s death splashed in grey ink printed on the front page. Potter is dead before Draco gets to see him again to fulfil a half-spoken promise. And yet, these days Draco has the power to bend the world to his heart’s desires, and that includes fucking Harry Potter even after he personally saw Potter’s pale, lifeless body lying in a coffin before it got buried under the soil. — "Do you realise that you're just as pathetic and insane? You're so hung up on the idea of me that you'd fuck a ghost, Malfoy. You risked your life for it." Draco puts an arm around Potter's body, "Whoever says I am sane? Certainly not me. It's calculated risk with more success rate than failure. And you are dead, Potter. You refuse to move on to the next realm because you crave for my cock."

Read for: BAMF Draco, Ghost Harry, a surprisingly hopeful tone considering one of them is pretty dead

🌼The only thing worse than heartbreak is Vermont by @jtimu | E | 31k |🌼

In the aftermath of a failed relationship, Draco Malfoy found himself with three things. His pride (tattered), Theo's luggage (stolen), and an all-inclusive couples' vacation package to Vermont (awful).

Read for: Lumberjack Harry, Banter, International Location

🌷Skipping Stones by @whimsibeee | M | 34k |🌷

Draco receives his very own prophecy. If Harry Potter could leave him alone, he might be able to figure out what it means.

Read for: Coming of Age vibes, Cosy Atmospheric writing, Complicated Family Dynamics

🪻Obscuro by @stratigraphywrites | E | 35k |🪻

Draco is grieving. His conversation partner is here against his will. It's a shameless rip-off of an insipid Muggle reality dating show. Hardly the occasion for true love, if you ask Draco. feat. a cat named Marmalade, a bird named Mumble, Lee Jordan's answer to Love is Blind, and two best friends who only want their dads to be happy.

Read For: Game Show Format, Hidden Identity, Good Smut, Epilogue Compliant

🌹Invito by PrinceMalice | E | 36k |🌹

Draco mused on the possible first use of the charm. What had the wizard been calling for? The text didn’t specify. As for the etymology— the meaning of the word itself was derived from I call, I summon— or the Hungarian variation of the incantation… To invite. Or, Harry keeps inviting Draco places. Draco keeps turning him down… until he doesn't.

Read for: Eighth Year, the sweetest unfolding of a relationship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Party Games

🌺Gemini in Retrograde by @citrusses | T | 38k |🌺

Draco Malfoy doesn’t understand his son. Scorpius Malfoy doesn’t understand his father. It’s going to take more than one disastrous, body-swapping curse to change that.

Read for: Body Swapping, Alternating Scorpius/Draco POV, Draco being a good dad, Soft Harry, DADA Professor Harry

🌻No Harm by Tessa Crowley | E | 46k |🌻

After a long, bloody war, Draco Malfoy just wants to do something good with his life for a change, and resolves to become a healer. But magical society refuses to make it easy for him, and an increasingly dramatic series of events—all of them instigated by Harry Potter—get him kicked out of med school, force him to live in exile, and threaten to destroy the new life he’s trying so desperately to build. But Harry isn’t instigating anything—at least not on purpose. He’s just trying to work up the nerve to ask him out. His efforts don’t appear to be going great.

Read for: Down and out Draco, Pining Harry, same scenes from different perspectives

🌼Truth to Materials by lately & @toomuchplor | E | 54k | 🌼

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

Read for: Artist Draco, Paris, Good Smut

🌷Pillar of Salt by @epitomereally | E | 62k | 🌷

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

Read for: Eighth Year, Alternate Universes (sort of), Magical Theory

🪻Behind Closed Doors by @stratigraphywrites | E | 77k | 🪻

Twelve years after Harry Potter disappeared from the wizarding world and from Draco's life, his daughter starts at Hogwarts.

Read for: Secret Child, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nonlinear Narrative

🌹A Soft Place to Fall by @amomorii | E | 142k | 🌹

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares? Or; A darkness crawls out of Harry, and there's only so long he can keep it to himself.

Read for: Unique Concept, Managing Childhood Trauma, Reluctant Magical Coparenting (but it’s not what you think)

🌺The Star Splitter by @oflights | E | 219k |🌺

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

Read for: Time Travel, Draco taking care of Harry, Kid Fic

I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did! If you read any, don't forget to show the creators some love ❤️🩵💛💚

#drarry #drarry recs #drarry fics #drarry fic recs #hpdm #dmhp #harry x draco #draco x harry #my recs

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soelstress · 2 days ago

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Those Words

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: Bucky knows what to expects when he hears them. But what if just once they were used for something else?

Warnings: angst , some violence , character death

Word count: 2.1k

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes Birthday bingo event": Square 3 'Trigger Words’

Card - 4B011

A/N - Hello lovelies! My third entry for the above bingo event. Please don’t hate me for the angst, I promise a light hearted piece for my last entry!

The pic is sourced from Google

Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

“What the hell is this?”

“Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn. No. I mean… your real home.”

Bucky froze when he recognised that book. The book red as blood with a thick black star dark as his nightmares embossed on the cover

“Longing”

“No.” Bucky shook his head in despair and closed his eyes as the sound of screaming began to echo within his mind.

“Rusted.”

Tremors rocked his body when realised it was one person screaming. “Stop.”

“Seventeen.”

“Stop.” Bucky gritted his teeth trying to fight the pain that ripped through him, not only from the memory of the torture that Hydra subjected him to but also from the whirring and activity of his metal limb which had been dormant for 18 months.

“Daybreak.”

A scream of agony tore from Bucky’s soul as he ripped free of the restraints within the pod and began punching the door in an attempt to escape both the horror of his present situation and the memory of the screams ringing in his head and the last time he heard those words.

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When the door of your apartment squeaked open followed by the creak of worn flooring you breathed a sigh of relief. Until that moment you hadn’t realised how worried you were. Filled with dread that he might be seen or captured and unable to return to you or even let you know what had happened to him. But he was here now.

You watched as James walked into your bedroom and sat on your bed leaving some space. As his fingers twitched with nerves you waited with what looked like patience but internally you were dying to know what happened.

After what seemed like an eternity he took a small breath. “Bucky.” You blinked in confusion. That was not how you expected him to start but waited for him to elaborate. “My name is James Buchanan Barnes. But he called me Bucky.”

“He?”

“Captain America. Steve. My best friend.”

When you caught a glance of his blank face you realised he was reciting the information emotionlessly. Cautiously you probed him. “You remember that?”

There was a pause before he shook his head. “I read it. The exhibit at the Smithsonian.” He broke off and resumed his fidgeting.

There was a swooping sensation in the pit of your stomach. This was it. His opportunity to find his friend who would hopefully be able to help restore his memories and determine his future. You shouldn’t be surprised as you had encouraged him to go to the museum and see if it would help him remember. “What now?”

He sighed heavily. “That man who fought all those years ago alongside his best friend… I’m not him. He’s gone. He was experimented on and changed into something different. And I don’t want to be what they made me. I want to be someone else.” When his flesh hand tipped your chin up you saw him looking at you with a timid smile. “These past few months I’ve started to learn about who I am now. I’d like to learn more about who I am… with you.” As he spoke a softness entered his eyes, so different to the caution you first saw months prior. The day after SHIELD had fallen both literally and metaphorically.

Debris from their headquarters along with the three helicarriers had rained down upon the city causing destruction and damage which had led to your short shift as a student nurse at a hospital in DC turning into overnight volunteering as you helped wherever possible. Once the worst injuries had been treated and a semblance of calm returned to the building you were told to go home. You were exhausted but decided to walk the few blocks home rather than get a cab hoping to clear your mind of the chaos you’d faced. As the sight of the main door entered your eye line you’d been too distracted to focus on your surroundings and notice the three men following you. They had yanked you into an alley before shoving you against a wall and demanded your purse and phone. One held a blade and had sliced your cheek when you failed to move or respond from exhaustion and your head hitting the wall. The other two held you against the wall with one hand covering your mouth to muffle any noises. A noise of pain had barely formed when they were yanked away from you. As you slid down the wall surrendering to exhaustion and pain all you saw were a pair of blue eyes that you hoped would relieve you of your pain.

The next thing you remembered was waking up in your apartment. The man had sat watching you from a chair at the foot of your bed. In short sentences he had said that he wasn’t able to take you to a hospital but had stayed with you in case you had a concussion. He had also treated the cut from the knife on your cheek. You offered him money as a reward but he declined. When you saw he was filthy and bloody you’d offered him a shower and a change of clothes which he had hesitantly accepted. While he showered you checked your phone when breaking news alerts popped up about the Avengers. Clicking on the alert you saw snippets about SHIELD, Hydra and their weapon. The Winter Soldier. The man in your shower. A ruthless assassin was in your shower. A ruthless assassin… who had saved you.

Instead of running or calling for help, you couldn’t help wanting to know why he helped you. He confirmed everything you had read but said that after SHIELD and Hydra he wanted to run and be free from their clutches. His memory was obviously flawed so you gave him the basic information the article had revealed. He had said that while this information was fresh he needed to hide until he could figure out what to do. Whether to learn about his past or to move on and leave it behind. You’d never understand why but you offered to let him stay with you. During that time you had witnessed his nightmares and tried to help comfort him in the little ways he could bear; a glass of water, a blanket or pillow to hold on to because he still flinched at the slightest contact or just sitting close by so he wasn’t alone. Slowly but surely he began to open up and a tentative friendship was born with soft touches, small smiles and him sharing the little flashes of his life before Hydra. But you knew this couldn’t go on forever, he needed to decide what to do with his life. So you started mentioning the Captain America and Howling Commandos exhibit at the Smithsonian. And today he had finally gone.

“Come with me.” You couldn’t help giggling at the puzzlement adorning James’ face. It was a look he often wore when looking at you as if there was something about you he couldn’t figure out. You gestured to a black backpack which held your passport and your savings in. “James, you know I’ve saved up to go on a long vacation. Come with me. See the world. Learn who you are.”

The next few moments were all a blur. There was a sudden bang and smoke filled the apartment. Over the ringing in your ears you could hear some noise and when you looked up James was speaking to you but there was no sound. He was suddenly yanked away from you and you were also hauled to your feet as men dressed in black with large guns swarmed into your bedroom.

You barely registered the blade pressed to your throat as James was forced to kneel with his hands restrained behind his back. Both of you knew that he could break the restraints with laughable ease. But as you struggled to free yourself the hopelessness of the situation sank in. From what little you could understand there were reinforcements coming. James refused to leave without you. And the cold reality washed over you that you were going to die. But instead of worrying about your own life and trying to fight the inevitable, your concentration was the man who had such an impact on your life in such a short time.

Shame and defeat burned through Bucky. He had failed. To escape Hydra. To free himself. But most importantly he had failed to protect you who had done so much - risked so much - for him. His actions had led to this moment. They had almost certainly followed him from the museum. Bucky trembled as he met your gaze. Why did you look so apologetic? Bucky shook his head in reassurance and tried to brave a smile which caused yours to falter. He looked away guiltily.

“Longing.” It was breathed so softly that Bucky only heard it because of his enhanced hearing.

“Rusted.” Bucky’s skin began to crawl at the familiar words before he noticed the confused muttering in the room.

“Seventeen.”

Panic began to descend when his metal fingers flexed restlessly and his arm crackled. Bucky looked up to warn you, to hope you’d remember what he’d said but the words died in his throat. He had seen so many of your expressions - happiness, sadness, anger and even pity when he told you what little he could remember of his past lift and the torture he had been subjected to with Hydra. But to watch devastation and heartbreak twist your kind features as you used the words that he had taught you to beware and that he had dared hope to never hear again. His heart plummeted, not from betrayal but dread. You weren’t using them against him. You were using them for him.

Bucky struggled to fight his captors. Even as two goons dragged you into the adjacent room you continued to scream the words which sounded odd with your poor pronunciation but also in your sweet voice. Bucky roared as the cuffs snapped with a flick of each wrist and fought his way towards the door you had been herded through. The words still bled through the walls muffled but discernible to his ears. Screaming for you Bucky began to ram against the door.

As the whole wall seems to shudder from impacts on Bucky’s side you still reeled off his words that you remembered solely from memory. Tears streamed from your eyes as your heart shattered at Bucky’s pained cries for you. You only hoped that if he remembered this that one day he might realise your intentions. The last word had barely passed your lips before ending in a wet gurgle. One of the goons had stabbed you with a blade which now stuck out of your chest as you collapsed to the floor in a heap. When silence reigned through the space the second goon went to the door which then exploded in a shower of fragments and splinters and knocked him down. A familiar figure slowly stepped closer to the man who stabbed you. Though you knew this man he did not know you. His blue eyes were cold and remote.

“Soldargh!”

You watched the man squirm in the silver chokehold which slowly cut off his circulation and dropped him carelessly to the floor. Over the pounding in your head you heard a low mumble of Russian but it wasn’t until silver fingers glided along your wound that your attention moved back to your saviour. For a moment you thought that he might do something to end your suffering but instead he stared at you and you distantly realised he was waiting for instructions.

“Run.”

You weren’t sure if he understood but the slight dip in his brows was enough to show his recognition. Spluttering through the warm metallic liquid pooling in your mouth you lifted your leaden arm and pointed to the pack in the corner. There was a moment's hesitation before he walked over to the pack and picked it up before glancing at you when he heard your breathing become slow and shallow.

“Run. Don’t let them catch you.”

Your vision began to darken but you fought with every breath to watch as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. The last thing you saw before the darkness consumed you was a pair of blue eyes that you hoped would one day forgive you.

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Along the Lines

Hey hey! This is for my delightful friend @champagnetommy, who asked for louliver and is now getting more than she bargained for lol. This is so fluffy you guys. If fluffy RPF is not your thing, turn back. Hope you guys like it!

It is restricted on Ao3, so you can either read it here or there.

louliver (rpf) - words: 4.5k - rating: MATURE - complete

ao3 tags: pining, implied sexual content, not actually unrequited love, jealousy, tooth rotting fluff

summary: 5 times Oliver is jealous about Lou and the time that makes him stop, threaded through Buck and Tommy's biggest episode moments.

1. 7X4

Oliver’s never felt more confused about a single person in his life. He’d met Lou before, way back in season 2, but it wasn’t as though they’d worked together. He’d thought he was nice then but that was the extent of it. Now, though, now he’s having feelings he can’t identify, or worse, ones that he can identify but doesn’t quite know how to deal with. He’s been attracted to men before, but this feels like it’s on a whole different level.

“Hey there, you adorable man,” Aisha says, coming up to Lou and wrapping him in a hug. Lou wraps his arms around her in turn with a laugh and a slight blush.

“Stop,” Lou says, pulling away from her. “You’re the most beautiful person in this room.”

Jealous, comes into his mind right then. He’s jealous.

“I’m so glad you’ve come back, you know,” Aisha says with a playful slap to his shoulder. “The cruise ship episode was so much fun, and I’m looking forward to seeing you guys tackle this, for sure.”

Lou looks at Oliver with a smile before looking back at her. “I’m looking forward to it too. I hope this guy doesn’t give me too much of a hard time.”

Aisha laughs as Oliver rolls his eyes. Since he’s come back, they’ve worked up a teasing banter back and forth that Oliver enjoys. If he sometimes seeks Lou out for the teasing, well, that’s no one’s business but his own.

The big kiss and reveal is being shot tonight. They’ve been preparing for it all day, rehearsals and talks in Oliver’s trailer. The set has been mostly cleared out except for the essential crew and he’s grateful for it, because this is huge for Buck and he’s nervous.

Aisha leaves them to it and just as they’re setting up to start shooting, Lou turns to him. He’s about to go out and wait for his cue to knock on Buck’s door and Oliver kind of wishes he could stick around. Despite what he’s planning to tell anyone who asks, they did prepare for this and Lou’s been with him every step of the way.

“You good?” Lou asks in a low voice, so no one else can overhear.

Oliver nods. “Yeah. A little apprehensive, but yeah. I’m okay.”

Lou looks around, there’s a bottle of water sitting on Buck’s counter by the paperwork he’s supposed to be examining that a PA was just going to take, but Lou stops her.

“One sec,” he says, and she nods as he hands it to him. Oliver decides he might as well and takes a sip.

Damn it, he does feel better.

He hands the bottle to the PA who takes it away and they’re ready.

“Anything else I can do?” Lou mutters one more time.

“No,” Oliver assures him. “No, I think we’re good.”

“Lou, place please!” the director hollers and he shoots a little wink at Oliver as he does what he’s told. It takes over 30 tries but they get their shots. He says his lines, kissing Lou repeatedly until his mouth feels a little raw.

Lou was right, the gentler approach was the way to go. It’s sweet, intimate and he feels a little emotional when they’re done.

Lou hugs him goodbye as they leave, tells him he did a great job with a small smile as he walks Oliver to his truck.

He watches him go, thinks of the moment when Lou called Aisha beautiful, the rehearsals and talks, how caring Lou was about the whole thing, the way it felt when Lou smiled at him softly before making his way to his own car and he lets out a long, long exhale. He’s got feelings. He can’t believe he’s got feelings for him.

Well...shit.

2. 7X5

His hand covers Lou’s for just a moment or two longer after the director yells ‘cut.’ If Lou notices, he doesn’t let on.

Oliver lets him go and can’t believe he’s jealous of the character he’s playing who gets to hold this guy’s hand and have cute meetings in outdoor coffee shops.

“Great job, guys,” Brenna says, coming up to them with a bright smile on her face. “That was really cute. I think we’ll do a few more. Take a half-hour break and we’ll continue on schedule?”

“Sounds good,” Lou says and Oliver nods.

“Thanks, Brenna,” Oliver says and when he turns back to Lou, he notices that he’s drifted away and chatting with an extra.

It looks perfectly innocent, and when Oliver really pays attention, it actually looks like they know each other. Lou’s got that soft smile on his face, which turns mischievous as he says something and the woman laughs, tossing her head back and touching Lou’s arm.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says loud enough for Oliver, and probably everyone, to hear.

This time, Lou laughs and Oliver feels that stupid pang of jealousy that’s only become easier to notice when he realized his feelings.

He very briefly thinks about going over and pulling Lou away for...something...but realizes how ridiculous that would be. Instead, he decides he really needs caffeine. He gives the two one last look and goes to do just that.

He’s just grabbed one of his favorite energy drinks when Lou’s voice sounds from behind him.

“Hey,” he says brightly, his hands back in his--Tommy’s--hoodie pockets. “You disappeared on me.”

Oliver shrugs and tries to look nonchalant. He’s not sure it works. “You looked busy.”

Lou raises an eyebrow, looks a little confused and Oliver curses himself because he’s sure that sounded as jealous as he was trying not to sound.

“She’s fun,” Oliver says. “She’s done a few episodes with us.”

“Alyssa?” Lou says. “Yeah, I’ve seen her around here and SWAT quite a few times. She’s great. What are you drinking?”

Oliver would be startled at the sudden change in topic but he’s getting used to the way Lou’s conversational threads tend to bounce around. It’s often that he’ll pick up a conversation they’d had hours before.

He holds up a can to show and Lou chuckles. “That looks terrible.”

Oliver laughs. “They get the job done and I’ve become really attached. Wanna try?”

“Sure,” Lou says and he takes the can and sips. The resulting grimace on his face makes Oliver laugh again. “Oli, that tastes like blue-raspberry-flavored jet fuel.”

“Had a lot of jet fuel, have you?” Oliver teases.

Lou snorts. “Energy drinks over the years that have tasted like it, sure. I had an addiction to Red Bulls for a while that I think tore up my stomach lining for the rest of my life, and...you don’t care about this.”

“Nah,” Oliver answers sincerely. “It’s funny.”

What the hell, what can he lose?

“You wanna grab some food with me? We’ve got some time.”

There’s that smile, the one that crinkles the corners of Lou’s eyes. “Sure.”

He swears he feels Lou’s hand on his lower back to lead him away, but soon enough, the feeling is gone and he wonders if he’d imagined it.

3. After Access Hollywood

They’re just leaving the studio and walking to Lou’s truck when finally says something.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

Oliver cocks his head at him. “For what?”

“For diverting that question about my dad,” Lou answers as he unlocks his car. They stop by the side and he shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. Oliver won’t tell him this, but he looks amazing. The white dress shirt and jeans, with the blazer, is a good look.

“Ah,” Oliver says. “Caught that, did you?”

Lou laughs. “Yeah. It wasn’t subtle, but it did the job.”

Oliver shrugs. “Even I could tell you were uncomfortable with the question. You and your dad aren’t close?”

He knows that because he couldn’t resist googling him when the bi-Buck storyline had been proposed but he doesn’t plan to admit that.

Lou seems to know that, though, because he raises an eyebrow, but he looks amused about it, so Oliver only feels a little ridiculous.

“You aren’t close.”

“That puts it lightly,” Lou says with a little scoff. “He’s an asshole. Most people hear my name and get more excited about him than wanting to get to know me.”

Oliver opens his mouth to say something, feeling horrified by the idea, but Lou holds up a hand. “It’s fine. I’m used to it and I’ve learned to, I don’t know, skirt around it, I guess.”

“It’s not fine,” Oliver insists. “That’s really shitty. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”

Lou looks surprised. “Oh. Thanks.”

“And I don’t give a shit about him,” Oliver continues. “I was just more curious about you, knowing you were going to be my, uh, Buck’s, love interest and all.”

If Lou notices the slip, he’s gracious enough to ignore it. He nods. “That’s fair. But you can just ask me.”

Well. Okay.

He takes a deep breath and, before he can think better of it, blurts out, “Are you seeing anyone?”

He’s not sure what he was expecting. Lou to laugh it off, or smile and say, ‘Hey yeah, I am’ but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans against the car.

“No,” he says. “I was dating someone last year, but he and I broke up well before I came back to 911.”

“Oh,” Oliver answers, trying to ignore the jealousy that pops up at the mention of Lou dating anyone. “That’s not something you find out by googling you.”

This time, Lou does laugh. “No. Oli, we just talked about what an asshole my dad is. What do you think would happen if his son came out as queer? I always keep it very quiet if I’m dating a guy.”

“Makes sense,” Oliver says honestly.

“Are you?” Lou asks. “Seeing anyone, I mean?”

“No,” Oliver confirms. “Girlfriend and I broke up a while ago. I haven’t really dated men much, one or two when I was younger.”

“That was a long relationship wasn’t it?”

Oliver looks at him appraisingly.

“Hey, you’re not the only one who knows how to use Google,” Lou teases.

Oliver snorts a laugh. “Fair. And yes. But we’d grown apart a long time ago.”

“Hmm. I’m still sorry. I’m sure it was hard.”

Oliver shrugs and changes the subject. “We don’t have to be on set until tonight.”

“No,” Lou says. “We don’t. Want to get some food?”

“Yeah,” Oliver says. Lou seems to hesitate for a moment before he leans forward and places a gentle, sweet kiss on Oliver’s cheek.

“Come on,” Lou says, finally opening the passenger side door for Oliver to climb in. “I know a place.”

“Lead on,” Oliver answers and Lou winks at him as he closes the door.

Oliver breathes and breathes and wonders if these feelings are only going to get more intense.

He supposes he’s about to find out.

4. 8X5

Shooting 8x5 feels weird when they know the breakup is coming in the next episode.

“I know I’m coming back eventually,” Lou says over dinner on his back deck. “But this kind of sucks.”

“I know,” Oliver agrees, reaching down to scratch between Bjorn’s ears. He’s been chasing Bear and Jade around the yard but he’s still a puppy who comes back to the available humans for attention every once in a while. “You’re so cute,” he says to him. “Yes, you are.”

Lou laughs. “Better watch it, he knows how cute he is.”

Oliver nabs a nearby tennis ball and throws it. All three dogs go after it and Oliver sits back in his chair.

“So,” Lou says, looking at his lines. “This episode still seems to be really fun. I want to show how much Tommy cares about Buck...maybe even loves him, even if they haven’t admitted that to each other yet.”

“That sounds good to me,” Oliver says, ignores, once again, that feeling of being jealous of a freaking character he’s playing. They’ve been doing...whatever they’re doing for about five months now and Oliver knows his feelings have, in fact, gotten more intense. They’re at each other’s houses more often than not these days. Sometimes, Lou gets busier with SWAT and they go a few nights without being together, but that means constant texts instead. They haven’t been out of contact with each other since that afternoon in the parking lot after the Access Hollywood interview.

“And Buck gets to be his brattiest,” Lou teases. “That gonna be too much of a stretch for you?”

“Hey!” Oliver says, grabbing one of the leftover rolls from dinner in the bowl on the table and lobbing it at his head. Lou easily dodges it with a laugh. “I’m not a brat!”

“You are,” Lou assures him. “But don’t worry, I like it.”

“Well, I would hope so, after all this time,” Oliver says. “You bring out the brat in me, you know.”

“I absolutely think you’re full of shit. I’ve heard the stories.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Oliver says primly. “I’m a perfect angel.”

Lou rolls his eyes. “I think you just like to argue.”

“Well, that’s true. It is fun to rile people up. Speaking of which, you’re probably going to get a lot of shit after this one.”

Lou shrugs. “I stopped paying any attention to it. It bugged me at first, but I have my agent handle all that now.”

“That’s good,” Oliver answers. “I know you said you wanted to not address it, but you’ll let me know if you change your mind.”

“Hmm,” Lou says and Oliver knows enough by now to recognize when Lou’s done talking about something, so he lets it go as Lou continues, “So, Buck calls Tommy his boyfriend for the first time on the show.”

“Yes,” Oliver says carefully because it feels awfully pointed. “I’m aware.”

“Just think it’s cool is all, even though we know what’s coming.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agrees. “It is cool.”

Lou stands from his chair and Oliver gives him a blatant once-over. He looks good in a pair of worn jeans and an old USC t-shirt with his feet are bare and a pair of glasses on his nose. He looks cute, actually, and Oliver will always wonder how a guy that looks like Lou does manages to look as cute as he does sometimes.

He comes closer until he can straddle Oliver’s lap in the cushy deck chair. Without even thinking about it, he wraps his arms around Lou’s waist as he drapes his arms on Oliver’s shoulders.

“Don’t think these chairs are built for this,” Oliver teases as he rubs his hands up and down his back.

Lou shrugs. “They’ll be okay. Know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think I haven’t gotten your clothes off in forever.”

Oliver laughs and tugs his glasses off to set them on the table. “Mate, we had sex on the couch an hour ago.”

“Huh,” Lou says, leaning in for a kiss. “Too long maybe.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Oliver murmurs as he moves those kisses down the side of his neck. “Aren’t you old? How could you want to go again already?”

Lou retaliates by pulling the collar of his t-shirt down and biting sharply at his collarbone. “Forty is not old, Oliver. Don’t you remember how we spent that night?

Oliver yelps and Lou laughs against him, the jerk. But he also supposes it’s fair.

“I do, yes. Fine,” Oliver says, as he braces himself and stands. Lou gets with the program quickly and wraps his legs around his waist. “You win.”

“Damn right I do, Jesus Christ,” Lou says as he’s carried inside. Oliver’s grateful that Lou’s got a fully fenced-in backyard because he plans on taking his time for this round and the dogs will be perfectly content.

He all but throws him down on the bed and tries not to be too jealous of Buck and Tommy.

5. 8x6

It happens all the time and it drives Oliver crazy. He used to think Lou noticed it and just didn’t care but after five months of being in a...situation…with him, it’s also pretty probable that Lou is really just oblivious to the attention.

They’ve just finished the breakup scene and they were both right, it did suck. He knew they would both feel a little raw after the emotions of the scene and Oliver would have been happy to drag him off to his trailer to just relax together before Lou had been stopped by another extra, one that Oliver didn’t recognize, shooting a different scene.

“I’m such a fan,” the guy says. “I’ve been watching you on SWAT for years.”

Lou’s smile is sweet and shy and Oliver could swear his heart is in his throat. He knows Lou’s coming back to the show for the big breakup/reconciliation arc, but it’s going to be a while before he does, it keeps getting shuffled around based on a million factors that Oliver has honestly lost track of.

Well, not Lou’s schedule. That affects him pretty regularly, actually.

But they haven’t defined anything yet. Buck and Tommy breaking up feels final to them too and Oliver hates that this guy is getting attention that Oliver wants right now. He’s not above admitting that to himself at least.

“Thank you so much,” Lou is saying softly. The guy lays a hand on Lou’s arm and to Oliver’s pleasant surprise, Lou neatly sidesteps it. “I actually have a tight schedule right now, so if you-”

“Oh wouldn’t you-”

Oliver’s had enough. He shoves his hands in the pockets of Buck’s jeans and goes over. “Hey, Lou, need you.” He looks toward the guy. “Sorry about that.”

The guy holds up his hands. “Sure. No problem.”

He wanders off and Oliver grabs Lou’s hand.

“Thanks,” Lou mutters as he gives the hand a squeeze then lets go. “Normally, it’s really great to talk to people like that but I’m not feeling it this time.”

“I know,” Oliver says, tries not to miss the feeling of his hand. “That was pretty intense. You okay?”

Lou exhales and nods. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Oliver can’t help it, he puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes. “Don’t apologize. Come with me, we’ll get some sugar in you and share one of those energy drinks you say you hate, but you always steal mine.”

“Blue Raspberry Sour Patch Kids?” Lou perks up and Oliver laughs.

“If they have them,” Oliver says, but he knows they will. He’s made sure of it.

“Come on,” he urges again, then looks around to make sure that no one is in the vicinity and leans in to say, “Maybe we can go find a quiet corner to make out for a bit.”

Lou laughs. “You’re on.”

+1 8x11

Oliver tugs just a little harder on Tommy’s tank as they round the doorway into the bedroom. Lou falls into him, laughing the whole time and Oliver just barely catches him around the waist before they fall backwards onto the mattress on the floor.

“Cut!” Aisha yells but Oliver barely hears her as he laughs and wraps his arms around Lou’s shoulders. He could swear he feels Lou press a kiss into the side of his neck, but before he can do anything about that, Aisha’s voice is closer.

“Boys, she says, “We’re good for now.”

“Got it,” Lou says, leaning back enough to brace his arms by Oliver’s head and this brings to mind nights with Lou just like this and he has to take a deep breath and remind himself where they are.

To Oliver’s surprise, Aisha turns to the crew hanging around and yells, “Everyone take a break. Meet back here in a half hour.”

Everyone agrees and Lou’s just getting to his feet, reaching a hand to pull Oliver up when she turns to them.

“So,” she says, folding her arms across her chest. She has an amused smile on her face and Oliver gets a sinking feeling in his stomach. “How long has this been going on?”

He looks at Lou. “Um. How long has what been going on?”

Aisha scoffs. “You guys. Come on. I’ve seen you, you know. In little corners. The touches, the looks. You guys think you’ve been so slick, but I hate to break it to you, you’ve been fooling no one.”

“Shit,” Lou mutters.

Oliver agrees. He supposes it’s the end of it now and the idea makes him miserable at the mere thought.

Aisha is watching them patiently and Oliver sighs, looks at Lou, who nods. To Oliver’s great surprise, he snags his hand and intertwines their fingers.

“Yeah,” Lou says. “It’s been going on for almost six months.”

Oh. He wasn’t expecting that, though, to be fair, there’d been no precedent for this. He’d thought Lou would continue to deny and avoid it.

“You guys seem happy,” Aisha says.

“Yeah,” Oliver says. “We are.”

“Good,” Aisha answers. “I’m really glad.”

“Does, uh, everyone know?” Lou asks.

“No,” Aisha says. “I was trying to see if that would get you guys to confess. You have actually been really discreet. Only, I saw you guys kissing after the break-up scene.”

Lou lets out a surprised laugh as Oliver feels his own eyes widen. “You’ve known for that long?”

Aisha shrugs. “I was content to wait until you guys were ready to tell people. But this scene...this whole thing...was very natural. A little too natural, if you get my drift. More people might notice and I wanted to make sure you guys were ready for that.”

“You’re a very good director,” Lou says and Aisha laughs.

“Thanks. But no, this was all you guys. And it was great. We’ll try for a few more takes.”

“That might be a problem,” Lou says and he shoots Oliver a sly look. “Someone ripped the buttons on that shirt.”

“Damn, Oliver,” Aisha says, giving him an impressed look.

“I may have gotten a little to into it,” Oliver admits with an unrepentant shrug.

“We’ve got a little extra time,” Aisha assures them. “I’ll see if I can get someone to fix it enough that it won’t be noticed. Great job. And congratulations.”

“Thanks, Aisha,” Lou says.

“Yeah, thank you,” Oliver agrees.

“I would like to reiterate that we have time,” Aisha stresses. “So, you know, if you want to head to your trailers and talk, well, that would be fine.”

She winks at them and goes to, presumably, find the shirt that was ripped.

Oliver turns to him. “Mine?”

“Yeah,” Lou agrees. It doesn’t take long for them to get there and when they do, Lou follows him in and spins him to rest against the closed door.

The kiss feels like the ones they had while they were Buck and Tommy but this time, it’s absolutely Lou and Oliver, by now altogether familiar and new at the same time.

He grips the back of Lou’s neck and Lou’s hold on his hips is almost bruising. Lou’s normally so careful with him that it’s always a rush when he goes a little rougher.

“So,” Lou says when he breaks away. “Are we telling people now?”

“I was always okay with telling people,” Oliver admits. “I thought you weren’t.”

Lou looks surprised. “I thought you weren’t!”

Oliver thinks about it. “We...uh...never actually talked about it.”

“We...just assumed…” Lou says, tilting his head to the side and biting the inside of his cheek. “So we’re just as dumb as Buck and Tommy.”

Oliver laughs. “Well, I like to think we’re just a little less extreme.”

“Don’t know about that,” Lou says. He leans his forehead on Oliver’s. “Guess I don’t have to be jealous of Buck and Tommy anymore.”

Oliver blinks. “What?”

Lou looks sheepish. “It’s so stupid, but with them, I knew where we were going. It was laid out for me before I agreed to come back. It’s a scripted story. With us, I didn’t know any of that.”

“Oh,” Oliver says.

“I said it was stupid,” Lou says with a smile.

“Maybe it is,” Oliver answers. “But I felt the same way.”

“You did?”

“Mmhmm,” Oliver confirms. “So yeah, maybe we are both idiots.”

Lou leans in for another kiss. “Apparently. Let me borrow a hoodie since you damaged my shirt.”

“God,” Oliver groans. “You are so demanding. Besides, what if I like you like this? In fact, what if I said you should be taking clothes off instead of putting them on?”

Lou’s grin is so sexy and Oliver knows he knows it.

“We do have time,” he says and he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

And now he’s just a dork. Oliver pushes him away, or attempts to anyway, because Lou just pulls him in tighter. “You are so goddamned ridiculous. Why do I love you?”

Lou freezes and Oliver does too. “Uh…”

“You know,” Lou says tucking his face into Oliver’s neck in a mimicry of how Oliver, as Buck, had done half a dozen times by now for the hookup scene. “That’s an excellent question. See, I love you because you’re hot. Also, very sweet. And the accent is a plus, too of course, tell me more about the British transport system and why you hate it.”

Oliver laughs and laughs and laughs. “Oh my God.”

“You’re kind of a bitch too,” Lou continues, trailing kisses down the side of his neck. “That’s a real turn on.”

“Back at you,” Oliver says reaching for the hem of his tank top. Lou raises his arms so he can tug it off. “I love you because you’re hot and sweet, and totally oblivious, seriously, being in public with you is insane.”

“What are you talking about?” Lou says, looking totally confused.

Oliver cups his face, kisses him again. “Never mind. I’ll fill you in later. Come on, love, pants off. We’re in a time crunch here.”

“And you say I’m demanding. I wanna bottom.”

“Like I’m going to argue, Lou, Jesus,” Oliver says and really he’s good either way, but now that Lou’s brought it up, he’s totally on board.

“Well, that’s a first,” Lou teases and he’s naked in front of him. He helps Oliver out of his clothes too and they’re on the couch, the kisses deep and luxurious and it feels so damn good.

Oliver pinches his stomach and Lou jumps.

“I'll show you argue,” Oliver mutters.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Lou mutters as Oliver works kisses down his chest.

“Babe,” Oliver mutters against the appendectomy scar on his stomach. “Shut up.”

“Fine,” Lou breathes. “But just know that I’m not happy about it.”

“Lies,” Oliver says, then takes him in his mouth.

“God.” Lou just manages to resist the urge to arch his back, always so considerate.

He knows he really, really doesn’t have anything to be jealous of anymore.

And it feels amazing.

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Muse | MYG

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You're here for an appointment for therapy and he's your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader ---> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?)

Warnings: talks about mental and death...erm lemme know if you found any disturbing heh

Word count: dunno

A/N: This is...actually some sort of based irl looll (only the high school scenes, most of it) This is my first one shot work! Let me know if I'm lacking something. The current series that I'm still working rn is still not even half finished T_T T_T So I thought I might give it a try---write a oneshot heh I just started here to write in tumblr so I still don't know that much stuff. Feel free to comment so I can improve!! Ik some of those thing weren't even a thing at that time...

"Shit..." I muttered right as I saw the man in a white coat, a clipboard in his arms while his hair softly falls down in his brows, reading his next patient's data. Just like the last time I saw him. Weird, huh? It's been years, yet... he still looks just the same.

Our eyes met, for the first time in a while. He frowned, it was so subtle and fast, no one would even know. But I did. Every little actions that he did, I always notice it. No matter what. I keep saying that the Y/n who just hit her puberty is no longer me, yet with my emotions right now, I can feel like my hormones are all over the place.

"Sit down," he smiled, gesturing the seat across him.

His voice so deep it sounds like soothing lullaby... Eyes so tired that I can tell he works so well... The warmth in his smile makes my heart skip a beat, forgetting why am I here in the first place...

Snap of it!

It took me a second to realize that I stared at him for too long. I cleared my throat wishing my embarrassment would also go away. I smiled as I took the seat.

Our session ended without him saying that he at least recognize me. Did it made me upset? Yeah... sort of. I mean, I didn't go there and paid him to reminisce our high school days, but still...

I huffed as I crumpled a paper.

"Ugh! Really? Y/n? Still drawing him?"

I uncrumpled it and stared at the newly drawing for a while. I leaned back in my chair and sighed... "I'll give it to him. He looks hot in that coat." I chuckled and stuck the paper back in my notebook. "I'm keeping it because I drew him too good, not that I still like him or anything. That would be just so stupid."

Ha! Right! Nothing else. I smiled, pleased with how I gaslight myself.

I stretched my back and arms. My body ached for having a shrimp position for a long time.

And before I know it, I fell asleep (again) in my studio.

Summer 2010

Our last subject just finished and it's still raining heavily. I have no umbrella so my friends and I were forced to run. Reaching the covered court, I groaned. "Why call it summer when it rains this heavily??"

"Do they really think, us, high school students are waterproof?" Exclaimed by Sana while Chaeyoung just chuckled beside us. Our clothes were pretty wet but not that drenched.

We went upstage since there's some chair in there. Putting our bags down, we wait for the rain to stop. Us juniors only have to spend half day in the campus. Lucky, huh?

"Stay here, hm? You both can't leave me just because you guys have umbrella to share and your house are close." I glared at the both of them while they just snickered. They won't leave me otherwise, I know that.

It's been an hour, yet the rain don't seem to plan on stopping. It's about 1 now, we think. Seems like we're the only junior students in the campus. Suddenly, the seniors from the front building went outside. They went in the cover court. They were wearing some sort of costumes. It was ridiculous. Okay, not really. They seemed like they're going to dance.

We sat still from above across them and watch them prepare.

"Hey, Chae, wanna play?" I grinned as I whispered. Sana was too occupied with her phone that's why it was just the two of us who played.

We played Smash or Pass with every senior guy that I pointed. Until finally, I pointed it to the guy who's wearing Thai hat(?) The gold ones, it seems like part of their costume.

"Hm... Smash!" Chaeyoung laughed and I did too. Cause miraculously, SAME.

We had a great laugh realizing we'd say smash.

We watched them dance and sing along with music that were playing. Thinking about it, we might actually look like idiot. They can practically see us sing and dance with them since we're upstage.

After a while, I asked Chae, "What nickname should we give him?" It's our thing. Giving nicknames to people whether they look good or annoying. I think it's every friend groups should do.

"He looks like a cat and his eyes disappear too when he smiles... Kitty?"

"Kitty...?" Sounds weird so I proposed to change it. "What about Neko? Same meaning but doesn't sound weird." She agreed and since then, we called him Neko. With his sharp eyes and pale tone, he does looks like a kitty.

Few moments after, we planned a scheme. We went down to compare our height to his. We walked towards him as if we were just passing by and about to go to the canteen instead.

My and Chae's eyes went wide open. Gasping and staring at each other, the signal were sent.

Gosh, he's tall.

Oh gosh, he is.

A day or two passed since that. We randomly saw him when we went to buy in the canteen.

Then again.

And again.

Untill a few days have been passed and I keep on seeing him. To the point that... maybe... just maybe, it wasn't really a coincidence anymore.

New character unlocked?

When we were about to go back in our room, we met Hani. My bestfriend in elementary days.

"Y/n! Come here! Imma show you something. Actually...no... It's a someone." Hani dragged me and Chae went along with me.

Hani rant about how this guy looks so good, that in the first time in a while, they found someone who actually looks good in this campus.

Chae and I eyed eachother. Were we thinking who we're thinking?

As we reached the third floor of the first year's building, across it was the senior's building. We stopped our track right in front of the exact room. The window were open and from our spot, we can literally see him studying.

"Neko?"

"You know him?" Hani asked in which I nod.

I think we just found our sweet spot.

Chae and I sometimes went up there just to catch a glimpse of him. It was stupid and fun.

Until that day came.

As usual, Chae and I went to the third floor once again. We stayed in the balcony that faces their room. It was break time so everyone was all over the place. Then I felt it. Chae poked my side and pointed my front. I frowned and followed her finger. There was it, his teacher raising her brow at me. Then his classmates turned their heads toward me... 'till lastly he did. Everyone was looking at ME. I noticed Chae was hiding on the wall divider of the balcony. I looked back at the teacher who's still looking at me.

"Do you need anything, Ms?" We were quite far but it was still audible.

"H-huh..?" That was all I could muster. It was even barely a whisper. My mouth was slightly open due to not knowing what to do nor say. It lasted like that for a few more seconds. Until I muster all the courage and pride I have left in my body and shrugged it off and walked away. Frowning as if they got it wrong and I was simply hanging out there.

Walk

RUN

I went back to our room as soon as I noticed Chae was following me. When we get back, we were panting and sweating. Our classmates looked at us with weird looks. Not that I can blame them. One of our classmate asked us and we did tell the story.

It was our last time going in there.

I felt someone flick my head. I groaned in annoyance.

"Noona, wake up!"

I grumbled as I sit up straight, realizing I fell asleep in the studio again.

"You know you don't have to flick me. Between the two of us, I'm the light sleeper." I mumbled while my eyes were focusing on the big guy in front of me.

He rolled his eyes at me. Up to this day, I wondered who did he got it from. "Eomma wants you to eat lunch with us."

I chuckled. "Your mother did? Wow, what a pleasure." I sassed.

He groaned and plopped himself at the couch. "Can't believe you still resent her."

"Kook, what kind of a daughter am I if I don't?"

Jungkook threw a pillow to me as he stood up. "Still. Eat with us."

And just like that, he walked away.

Life goes on, that's what they say.

I must've been nuts for going to therapy yesterday. It's not like, I'm seriously depressed.

Right..?

Living alone in the house that came from the paycheck of my drawings must be really the best accomplishment I've had. Who would've thought the high achieving in academics girl would end up in this job. It was pure mystery.

I stared at my empty fridge. I smiled. The only thing that kept me sane nowadays is this...

"Looks like, I need to go... shopping."

I grinned ear to ear while I spent my fortune.

"Who needs therapy, when you can go and do your grocery."

I picked out the foods I knew I'd eat while I finish the new dramas. I was about to get the last stock of my fave gummies until someone practically snatched it. Fast.

"H-hey-" I cut off myself from shouting when I realized who it was.

It was him. In normal clothes. Am I dreaming? Impossible. He wouldn't have clothes in the first place if I am.

"Oh, Ms Jeon." He smiled.

Smiled?

He has the nerve to smile after taking that gummy?

But... then again, who need those gummy bears when his gummy smile is practically the sweetest.

He cleared his throat. "Seems like we'll be seeing each other more often."

Uh...what? Is he trying to say that I have a severe mental illness so we'll literally see each other more?? This fucker...

He probably noticed my frown as he chuckled and shook his head. "Uhm, that might've come off the wrong way. I meant, I just moved in in this neighborhood."

Sorry, what..?

I laughed my nervousness away. It's not like we'll be neighbors. This neighborhood is way too big for us to see each other.

Is that why it was my first time seeing him in this grocery store?

"Well, welcome to the neighborhood." I chuckled, probably awkwardly and excused myself.

Damn it. It could've been my chance for us to talk and stuff, but I refused. I mean, with my looks right now? No thanks.

I skipped my lunch and didn't go to our family's house. I plopped myself on my bed and took out my old sketchbook.

Staring at my old drawings of him, it sure did bring back of the memories.

2010

It's been a month yet we still don't know his name. We already did a lot of different shenanigans just to know it. He must be really like having a low profile. We found his classmate's account yet his are nowhere to be found. Maybe he doesn't go online...

I was staring at my computer, scrolling on whatever stuff pop up, then it hits me. Her sister. Hani's sister!

They're in the same year, so maybe, just maybe, she knows his name.

I quickly typed in to ask her. A girl from our year had a picture with him posted. I sent it to her.

"Hi eonni, can I ask u a question? Is there a chance that you know him?"

*Photo sent*

It took a while for her to respond.

"Uhm yeah, he's from our year"

"Can you tell me his name?"

"Min Yoongi"

"I think that's his name"

Min Yoongi... cute. It suits him.

Hours and hours later, I still couldn't find his account. Then as I was searching, there was this account, he was friends with Hani.

My eyes widen. "Min Suga? Could it be?"

I stalked the account and it was really him. Likes to keep a low profile? Bullshit. He has more than 5k followers!

Moreover...he really...looks good.

I wonder if his face reflects his personality.

I added him as a friend and waited for the request to be accepted. I told Chae that if he didn't accepted it within 24 hours, I'll delete my request. I still have pride you know. Don't want to be one of those girls in his inbox.

It hasn't even been an hour yet and I got the notification. He accepted it! I squealed and dance in my room.

This is what being a youth, right?

I clicked my tongue as I chuckled bitterly. "Youth is never coming back."

As I turn the pages more, my bell ringed. Jungkook never ring first, he just comes in whenever he wants to. I should really change the passcode. As for my mom, she never really bother coming here.

Expecting no one, I opened the door, only to gape at the man in front of me.

"You...like pies?"

Min Yoongi, in front of me, holding a pie, not just holding, but giving..?

"Uh...how close is your house exactly?" I didn't mean to sound rude, but rather genuinely curious.

He hesitatingly pointed the house across me.

The Kim's house?

"It was my friend's grandparents who lived there. He took them to take care of them and then he sold his house to me." Yoongi explained. His face going like this :]

"So you really did mean that we'll see each other more often..." I mumbled in which he caught. He laughed and gave me the pie.

"My mom kept on nagging me on giving pies. She really worked hard on it. Hope you like it!"

She's here?

I nodded and thanked him. He went back and I did too. The smell of the freshly baked peach mango pie really did things to my stomach.

For the first time, Min Yoongi gave me something.

Spring 2011

"Let's go hoomeee. Forget it! I'm not going to give it to him!" I murmured while we wait in the senior's balcony. A few steps away from him, we waited. "I knew it I shouldn't have contact him." I mumbled. "He didn't even read my text..." I mumbled. Chaeyoung was practically dragging me. "Look, he seems busy too."

Then for the meantime, we waited. We walked towards his classroom but he was nowhere. He just right there few seconds earlier.

"Stupid text."

A week ago...*

Should I really text him? The classes have been cancelled. I'm not sure whether it's a good idea to do it now. Should I make myself known? Or should I keep it anonymous? But I really wanna take a picture with him...

Ugh! My head hurts. Forget it, I'm just gonna do it.

"Hi uhm... So I just randomly draw one of my mutuals and it happened to be you.."

*Photo sent*

"Perhaps you like it?

"I was about to give you this at school tomorrow but they cancelled the classes so... Hope you like it<3

Was I too formal?

It took him hours to reply.

"Oh wow, what a nice piece!"

"Yes I like it, thanks!"

HE REPLIED!!! I muffled my squeal with my pillow as I look back at his text. It took me hours to see the message and reply too.

"Guess... I'll just give it to you when we bump into each other, maybe(?)"

"Ugh goshhh how am I going to give you this at schoolT^T"

"Just don't give it yet if you're still not ready^^"

End*

I went home feeling defeated. Not able to give him the drawing.

I stared at my bedroom's ceiling before deciding to go online.

2+messages

It was sent an hour ago. I quickly opened the message. He replied to my text earlier in the morning, I told him to meet up.

"Sorry, I just saw your text message"

"I don't have an internet at school, that's why"

"It's fine, so,I'll just give it to you tomorrow?"

"Okay, sure"

Saying it was fine when I was literally sulking in my room like a child. But that's when I haven't read his message.

Min Yoongi apologized to me.

I giggled like an idiot in my room as I stared at the text messages we shared.

The next day...

"AAHHHH! Let's go hoomeee. Forget it! I'm not going to give it to him!" I whined, it wasn't just Chae and Sana was there for me, some of my classmates too. They were waiting for me, usual, we go home altogether. "I knew it I shouldn't have contact him. This is really a stupid stupid idea!!" I ran around court in attempt to go home.

We're here, in front of the senior's building. Waiting...again.

One of my classmate proposed that they'll just call him to go down. Two of them went upstairs to his room.

Why does he always keeping me on waiting. Does he think he's some sort of a king?

I huffed and were literally losing all my shits. Till I heard them.

"He's here!!" They squealed. Too much of an opposite, I composed myself and cleared my throat. Thank God he's tall so when I'm looking forward all I can see is his chest. I gave it to him and our hands brushed. It was so quick and subtle, yet it already made my heart warm.

As practiced, Chaeyoung smoothly asked him if we can take a picture. I felt too stiff. This is too good to be true. Then I felt it, he leaned closer. Our arms touching, he smiled to the pic.

My heart was about get off my rib cage. My insides were going crazy, yet, thankfully, I look completely normal outside.

When I got home he texted me, thanking and saying that he appreciates it. A warm feeling spread across my whole body.

The next day, my classmates and I talked about the event yesterday. They were bitching about how Yoongi didn't even thanked me and just left. I laughed so hard when I heard that. Because he did. Yoongi did thanked me before leaving, it just happened that it was loud enough for only me to hear it. Now, it felt more special.

"Have you ever thought of the probable major reason for what you're feeling?"

Here we go again.

How can I focus on what's wrong with me, when you're right here? Worse, as my doctor.

3 more appointments with him. I paid for this, I should at least gain something.

"Maybe... because up to this day, I still blame myself for his death." My head hung low as I mumbled it.

Why do you always have to see my flaw, Min Yoongi?

This infatuation is slowly turning to hatred...

"You know it wasn't your fault."

I turned my head to him with a frown. So, he does remember me?

A tear fell from my cheek. I wiped it before he can even notice. I turned my hands into fist. 6 words. It was only 6 words yet he can already open my bare self.

"I-if I wasn't stubborn. He'd still be here. He followed me. You saw that. If only he didn't. He'd still be here."

I felt a lump in my throat. Those memories. It was too vivid as if it just happened yesterday.

Spring 2012

"I told you, I don't want to!"

Another day, another argument to have with my mother.

Why is she so pushy on making me go to states?

"It's for your own sake! Studying here at this campus will let you go nowhere."

"What? So eager to get rid of me?!" I yelled while we drive to campus.

"Jeon Y/n! Don't you dare shout at your mother." My father said sternly as he drives.

As we were near the campus, I lost it.

"Drop me off." 1.. 2.. 3... "I said, drop me off, dad." Keeping my voice low yet so stern it could cut apples.

My father stopped the car and I get out of it.

I was mindlessly crossing the road that I didn't notice a four wheeler truck coming at me.

Then I felt a pair of hands pushed me hard, and before I knew it, screams were heard. My mom's loud cries were ringing in my ears. Tears were coming out of me uncontrollably. Blood all over him. I crawled, oh so slowly and trembling. Before I could even reach him, my mom pushed me aside and called for help.

Minutes later, I heard the sirens of the ambulance. I was just there. Staring at him. No words coming out.

It started raining. It was a light rain, yet even with those subtle touch, it made my whole body flinch and freeze.

Till I felt someone's embrace. Someone was covering me with their jacket. Who could possibly care for me if it wasn't my father.

Slowly, I turned my head towards the person.

Why it has to be you?

"Everything's gonna be okay. The ambulance is taking your father already."

He spoke in a soothing tone. Yet no matter how warm or soft his voice is, I can't somehow get out the ice cage I'm in.

"Do you think your father would want you to think that way? It's been years Y/n, what happened that you're back at this again?"

A/N: okay, I lied. Maybe this isn't gonna be a oneshot... maybe I'll have 2 parts? 3 maybe? I just cut this off here cause I think it was too long. So readers can have breaks hehe. Gonna post the next part tomorrow maybe...

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