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choicesmc · 4 days ago
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there are far too many wonderful people in this fandom for me to even pretend to name every kind person here; each and every one of you are incredibly creative, friendly, and an amazing part of our little fandom! 
however, i did want to highlight some incredible people who have been especially good to me. so, without further ado, here we go: 
@lovealexhunt + @peonyblossom | Thank you for all the events you run!! Even when I am not a participant, it’s been an absolute joy seeing what others make and it’s no small part due to y’all 🫶
@cadybear420 @lover-also-fighter-too @rjschoicesstuff @where-the-wind-travels @mydemonsdrivealimo @hsslilly-blog @dutifullynuttywitch @rosesnink @thosehallowedhalls | You guys have been amazing to me and I don’t think I could put into words how much I utterly adore all of you. It’s always a delight seeing whatever piece of art or writing you’ve cooked up --even when I’m not the best at reblogging and making my adoration of it clear!! I mean no exaggeration when I say that it’s an absolute treat to see any of you in my notifs <33 Thank you for being good friends to me <3
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ggwritesstuff · 2 years ago
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i’m begging for some smutty ry hcs for the ry girlies pls (maybe jealous over reader hanging out with knox or bam?)
ur my bammy fr <33
ryan dunn smutty hcs <3
warnings: just a whole bunch of smut. format is wonky cus i typed it out in docs and pasted it but y’all get the gist.
note: forever grateful for the ryan to my bammy @babylovepresley for reminding me of these fools, love u bunches baby i hope u enjoy <33
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mf eats pussy for days.
he’ll BEG you to let him go down on you
on ur period? he doesn’t care.
he’s had worse things in his mouth.
he’s a sucker for a good make out session
desperate hands grabbing at your hips
sometimes one hand cradles your cheek while the other is tangled in your hair, pulling at it a little bit
i personally think he loves grinding
it’s a bit of a tease for him but he loves how hot it gets you
soft dom/pleasure dom. i’m not accepting any criticism.
he’s territorial but like silently
if you're hanging out with him and johnny and he makes you laugh a little too much for his liking he’s gonna keep his cool
but the second y’all are alone he’s leaving very obvious love bites on you
“baby i think they all know i’m yours”
“still gotta mark you up a little”
“you just look so pretty in black and blue”
he loves whenever you give him head
if you’re not the biggest fan of giving head he’d never press you for it
but if you decide to do it for him he’s gonna savor every fucking moment of it
he loves it when you’re on your knees
but his personal favorite position for head is whichever one he can touch you in
especially if you don’t really like giving head, he wants to make it as pleasurable for you as he can
BIG ON PRAISE!!!
he loves to tell you how warm your mouth is
how pretty your lips look wrapped around him
big fan of mutual masturbation
hear me out- i think before you guys go all the way he’d initiate a little session
he wants to know exactly how to touch you to make you feel good
when it comes to the main event, he’s all about you
practically worships your body
i think he’s a missionary/cowgirl kinda guy
your reactions to what he does gets him off the most
which leads me to mirror sex
cus he thinks you just look so gorgeous when he’s inside you, he wants you to see how pretty you look
he loves to see how your jaw drops and your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot
loves telling you how tight you are just for him
you cum first
no exceptions
doesn’t matter if he hasn’t cum in days and he’s about to bust
he’ll deny himself until you cum at least twice
speaking of cum- he loses it when you let him finish in you
but if not, he’ll be just as happy with finishing on your chest
essentially, sex w ryan is allll about you. the way you moan and whimper under him makes him feel like his life’s purpose is to make you feel good.
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lunarfleur · 2 years ago
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MICKEYYYYY <33 hi ilysm!!
btw you should totally write me some fulton or dwayne dating hcs because you love me 🙀🙀 (if your requests are open ofc))
ALSO HRU??
YO!!! I’M GOOD, HRU? OF COURSE I’LL WRITE YOU SOME HCS. AND YES, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
I’ll write some Fulton hcs because I already have Dwayne hcs posted (go check those out if you haven’t already!!)
Fulton Reed Datings Hcs
Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @ilovejoekeeryy @stupidratboii (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in my content)
Warnings:None!
This is x gender neutral reader!
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Fulton is very very very excited
You can honestly barely keep him calm
He always has something to yell and shout about
So it’s best to let him go and do his own thing
Now, there have been times where Fulton has, I don’t want to say forgot about you, but got distracted and sort of left you behind?
He just gets so excited that its hard to keep up
But once he realizes his mistake and he’s calmed down, he’s all over you
I’m talking pulling you in by the waist, kissing up and down your face and neck, whispering in your ear
You name it, it’s happening
Fulton loves loves loves giving you kisses on your neck, shoulders, and collar bones
He likes being close to your heart
Literally kiss his knuckles and he melts
Run your hand through his hair and he explodes
Like
Boom 💥
Fulton’s not one of those guys who shies away from PDA
Like hang all over him in public PLEASE
And in private
And in general
Just don’t stop loving on him
Fulton gives those hugs that are like really warm and cozy
The ones that are around the waist, his face pressed against your shoulder
He loves the way they feel
Another one who likes having you sleep on his chest
Just pass out and lay all your weight on him
He’d die a happy man
FOREHEAD KISSES OMG
When y’all are sitting next to each other, he always has his arm around your shoulders (unless he’s eating)
Ankles hooked underneath the table YES SIR
This boy is a FLIRT
Anything that makes you relatively shy or embarrassed, he’s doing
Using cheesy (and sometimes dirty) pick up lines
Whispering things in your ear
Kissing the corner of your mouth and then pulling away without giving you a real kiss
All of it
Of course, he tries his best not to go too far
But, if he does, he’s always quick to apologize and make up for it
Okay okay
Fulton’s one of the worst to fight with, to be honest
Fulton has problems with his anger
Any problem that’s close to being big between you two will end in him shutting down
Maybe even giving you the silent treatment
He just doesn’t know what to do
Just imagine it
You’re both upset and he’s sitting at the edge of his bed
His hand is over his mouth and he’s staring off into space
It just stresses him out
And he’s rather not yell at you or potentially hurt you in any way
So he just stops working
But, when it’s all done and over with, he’s giving you one of those hugs that makes you melt and practically refusing to let go
He’s a big sweetheart, though
Literally like take all of his hoodies
All of his jackets
One of his jersies
His pants
All of it
Oh, you’re tired?
Fall asleep. He’ll carry you.
Oh, you’re cold?
Take his jacket. It’s okay, he’ll be fine.
Oh, you’re having a rough day?
Complain to him about everything, he’ll listen.
He’s just so great.
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aftg-sunsetz · 2 years ago
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AFTG Playlist (in no particular order) PART 1
SPOILERS AHEAD 
(I was bored so I decided to create a playlist for the AFTG series and their characters. From depression to calm to party etc. I will still write fitting scenes to it (if I have one). I’m always looking for songs to add to my AFTG playlist. Maybe you find a fitting gem
1. Run Boy Run - Woodkid (of course)
2. The Dreamer - Amigo the Devil (The King’s Men chapter 12 the scene between Neil and Andrew, (I read it in public with the song and almost had a breakdown))
3. Little Dark Age - MGMT (TKM after the kidnapping and Neil is on his way from the hospital to the hotel to meet the foxes)
4. Roslyn - Bon Iver (TKM page 353 Neil wants the answer to “This”)
5. You really got me - Oingo Boingo (while they get ready for Edens, especially in TFC)
6. What could have been - Sting (Neil gets kidnapped)
7. 9 Crimes - Damien Rice (either while this one specific scene in TRK (Thanksgiving by Nicky), or while Neil is on his way to the Nest and Andrew is at the psych ward)
8. I’m not human at all - Sleep Party People (TRK Neil gets back from the Nest and calls Wymack to get him from the airport)
9. Welcome to the Jungle - Novo Armor (the first roof scene between Neil and Andrew after he is off his medication)
10. Tear you apart - She wants Revenge (TFC the first time the monsters and Neil are at Edens)
11. Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers (TKM after Neil got kidnapped and Andrew strangled Kevin, I just imagine him sitting there, staring off into the distance and grieving)
or
Ohne Dich - Rammstein
12. I hope that you think of me - Pity Party Girls Club (either the team on its way to a game or in TKM when the team takes the vacation after the kidnapping events)
13. Telephones - Vacations (pure vibes)
15. Mount Everst - Labrinth (while the Foxes play a game or while Neil antagonizes someone lmao)
16. Party up The Street - Miley Cyrus (big vibe)
17. Nutshell - Alice in Chains (that’s either a rooftop scene in TKM or the bus scenes on a way to a game, big feelings)
18. Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead (maybe the shower scene in TKM or the Foxes sleeping in a room together :) )
19. God Complex - VIOLENT VIRA (either while Neil gets tortured at the Nest or in the car in TKM or at Baltimore)
20. Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain (Happy 19th Birthday, jr.) That’s literally my favorite fitting, not gonna lie
21. Freaks - Surf Curse (the foxes)
22. Money trees - Kendrick Lamar (Matt and Seth)
23. Swimming Pools - Kendrick Lamar (the Foxes walking into the stadium and playing a game (maybe against the Ravens?))
24. Me and your mama - Childish Gambino (while Allison and Seth have like an on and off montage)
25.Redbone - Childish Gambino (Neil and Andrew making out (remember the scene while Neil tried to study and Andrew was bored...))
26. God knows I’ve tried - Kelsy Karter & The Heroines (the foxes ->
“I've been smokin', drinkin', lyin', cheatin' I've overpromised, but underachieved And I usually ain't afraid of nothing But saying this out loud terrifies me I've been breakin' hearts, stealin' cars Takin' shit to walk on Mars To never say sorry don't mean I'm not sorry Baby, I'm sorry, oh, baby, I'm sorry I'm sorry for the pain I've caused For all the moments I've gone and lost Don't you know I've tried to be good? ”)
27. The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid (Neil in the plane on his way to the Nest)
28. Overcome - Skott (kinda a Kevin song)
29. Alligator Skin Boots - McCafferty (the conflict between Andrew and Aaron, especially an Aaron song) my second favorite fitting
30. The Night We Met -  Lord Huron (Neil leaving his belongings behind and the foxes, Andrew, Home and follows Lola)
31. Hey, Mickey - Baby Tate (Kevin when he is in public lmao or the first time he meets Neil in Millport, when he gets introduced)
32. Energy - Beyonce (that’s Nicky for sure)
33. That That (feat. SUGA of BTS) - Psy (the Trojans, maybe they start to get warmed up first and the Foxes watch them)
34. Y’all Want a Single - Korn (Neil when he has press duty lmao)
35. Afraid to Feel - LF SYSTEM (the Foxes training at the gym)
36. Move Like U Stole It - ZZ Ward (Dancing at Edens)
37. Stop it - FISHER (getting cracker dust and eating ice cream)
Songs fitting for:
Allison, Dan and Renee: - Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill (when they get introduced, especially fitting for Allison) - Violet - Hole  - Cherry Bomb - The Runaways (also, especially Allison (just love this girl)) - You call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing - Halestorm (Allison and Dan) - Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythymics (has a Dan vibe tbh) - transparentsoul - WILLOW (that’s a Renee song) - Mood 4 Ever - Beyonce 
Andrew: - This body means nothing to me - Shrimp - Mutter - Rammstein (Mother) - Was ich liebe - Rammstein (What I love) - Next to me - Imagine Dragons - Snuff - Slipknot - Medicine - Daughter
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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year ago
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I don't know if you've ever done it, but I'd like to see some headcanons for Alpha Alfred and a fem Omega 😳 it could be nsfw or fluffy, it's up to you! Thank you much <33
Me: *On my third cup off coffee* (pumpkin spice or caramel apple is involved)
Alfred: Don’t you think you should chill on the-
Me: Yeah not happening. Here just take this script of unbridled hornyness.
Happy Friday I hope y’all have fun. I’m finally able to write. I’m on my full ass nonsense. 😂
Viewer discretion advised because this is a partial spice post.
Alfred is lowkey obsessed with you and, to some degree, does control you, but nothing that is crazy extreme. Just in terms of where you can be and some of the things you wear (although the latter isn’t highly enforced only sometimes. I.E., you’ll have more dresses and skirts than you’d like, and he’d never let you go alone to a major metropolitan area. Too dangerous. Fem omegas of your stature are pretty, talented, and overall strength-wise extremely weak. You’d be kidnapped in a heartbeat.
He’s also kind enough to not have it be an enforced rule that you have to wear one of the numerous collars that he’s bought for you. Yes, a lot of those said collars are made out of diamonds, silk, velvet, and one with an enticing red ruby in the center. He despersatly wanted to buy you a collar that would tantalize you enough to wear one for him. Even with his baby blues begging you to wear one you’ve still refused.
In his mind: “I’m going to get you Y/N! You don’t know how adorable you’d look in one of these!” He will continue to pout about it for awhile and will playfully attack you with an intense tickle session.
His favorite thing to do to you is pounce on you. (Yes, it annoys you for a few reasons #1, he’s heavy, but also…) Just as you’re about to fall asleep on the couch, he will take this as the perfect time to strike. He wants the maximum shock value out of you. He curls himself around you like a large, warm duvet, and due to his muscles, he feels like a warm, heated & weighted blanket. Once you are in his grasp, he will throw himself off the couch and roll around on the carpet like a rolle polle bug. It’s a nerve-racking experience for 30-45 seconds while he shouts in your ear. (Talk about sensory overload.) You know he does this because he’s excited to see you and loves you. He also does it to get his scent all over you. You were taken, and that’s what he wanted to convey to anyone who interacted with you that you belonged to him. He does spray your clothes, by the way, with his special cologne.
He likes to sit next to you on the couch to whack you with his golden retriever tail. He thinks he’s funny, so he does try to beatbox, complete with thunderous clapping, leg slaps and Alfred even slaps your legs for added effect. You will yelp in pain because he isn’t exactly gentle when he does these things to you. You will have multiple red marks on your skin where he made multiple slaps on your leg while he created his mix tape. He will give you gentle, light butterfly kisses that make sparkles fly up to your gut. You blush. It will look as if a wildfire had swept across your face. He enjoys making you blush. It’s one of his favorite pastimes. His hands will move up your face and caress your cheeks for a few moments, drinking in your flustered face. He will then move to pinching your cheeks and trying to make you do silly faces. His favorite is trying to make loud whale noises…..(Think Dory from Finding Nemo doing her whale call.) You do kick him in the stomach to make him stop.
Whenever there is a storm outside, he likes to have the comfiest fluffy white rug with nice weighted throw blankets that can cool the two of you off if things get too heated. Speaking of things being heated….
He liked to play the song “Lay it Down” by Steelix to start off the steamy session. You’ve become accustomed to this, and you mentally prepare for his aggressive attack on your body.
THE SPICY STUFF
When you start he will remove your clothes to “Kiss me More” He will start by kissing your shins and move upwards to your thinly clothed sweet spot.
It’s a given that you’ll be cream-pied every time the two of you will make love. (It can’t be helped really since you belong to him and depending on the situation you can die if you go too many heats without being knotted in by him.)
It’s a given that you’re ALWAYS sore afterward you were sure it was because the size of his 8 ½ cock and the speed in which he bulldozed into at the pace of “Touch my body” by Mariah Carrey, “Sugar” by Maroon 5, and “Sweet Spot” Kim Petras. As he rhythmically bangs you to the song that's playing, he’s in a state of pure bliss as his claws dig into your soft skin keeping you in place. He shows your pussy no mercy. Only when the music tempo slows so will he. As long as it’s upbeat and fast the pounding on your core will last.
You will feel relief when you heard the song “Slow it Down” by Kim Petras and his movements will soften. He will make slow love to you and try to harmonize his heartbeat with yours as his heated member began to get stuck in your heat and your slick walls began to close in on him. The base of his member swelled to twice his size to complete the knot inside of you. Now that he was fully erect and interconnected to you not a single drop of him would be wasted. You howl out in pleasure encouraging him to continue and proving him with a melody that is easier to listen too than the song that gently played in the room. His thrusts were sloppy and he was coated in sweat, tiny droplets of blood, and your juices.
Alfred is good with getting things done. You only had sex once and you were already showing signs that life was beginning to grow inside of you. He will be overjoyed and spin you in the air. He will smile and smirk at you while his tail is whipping at you with glee. His dick rushed upwards towards the sky causing the buldge in his jeans to become large and senstive.
“Ready to go again?” He kisses your cheek softly to coax you to say yes and sing his name.
“Y/N, Y/N come on you know you want to~” He will lick your cheek and rub his budding heat aganist your entrance, which will only be there for a few more seconds more before he rips it off your body.
From there Alfred will proceed to leave his mating mark on the right side of your collarbone. Mind you this will hurt like hell for a few hours once he sinks his canines into you. Once he does this a lot of your body will be inflamed so he will do his best to maintain a slow and steady pace as not to injure you or give you a long lasting rash in between your thighs due to all the heat, sweat, and friction.
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flightlessangelwings · 2 years ago
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#din i…” your voice trailed off as you both gazed at each other. “i know” affection laced his voice as he held you close.
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#5
Steal my Girl
Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word count: 1k
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Joel and reader being sly and silly, domestic fluff, hint of spice, slightly jealous Joel, protective!Joel, no use of y/n
Notes: This idea popped into my head randomly and I just read Joel's voice so clearly so I just had to write it! And yes, the title is a One Direction reference because I just couldn't help it here lol! This is short and sweet but I’m so happy with it so I hope y’all like it too! 
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It was late into the night and the last few stragglers finally left the bar. Working at the bar in Jackson wasn’t as perilous as what others did for Jackson, but it was your way of contributing to the community. And you loved to be part of a place where people could relax and let loose for a time. There was one person, especially,  that you loved to see relaxing at the bar.
Just as you grinned at the thought of your someone special, a familiar voice rang through the emptiness of the bar, “Excuse me ma’am,” the low Southern drawl broke the silence, “Y’all still open, or did I miss last call?” Joel leaned against the doorway of the bar entrance as he eyed you with a fiery gaze.
You turned around and met Joel’s eyes with a bright smile as you played his little game, “Hey there stranger,” you set your cleaning supplies down as you crossed the space towards him and leaned against the bar, “Sorry, we’re closed up for the night.”
“Well, shit,” Joel scoffed playfully as he stepped closer to you, “In that case, I was wondering if I could take you out for a drink somewhere else.”
You pouted, “Oh I don’t know. I don’t think my boyfriend would like that,” you shimmied your shoulders subtly. It wasn’t often that Joel got into a mood like this, but you absolutely loved it when he did.
“Boyfriend huh,” he shifted to one leg as he rested his hands on his hips. 
“Yeah, boyfriend,” you stepped closer to Joel with a fire in your eyes as you spoke in a low tone, “His daughter likes to call him a grumpy old man. He may be a little rough around the edges, but he’s a handsome man with a drawl that makes me melt. And when he holds me at night with those big strong arms, I feel like I’m in heaven.”
A tinge of red creeped up on Joel’s cheeks as he dropped his gaze to the floor, “Well he sounds like one lucky son of a bitch to be able to call you his girl. I hope he treats you right.” Joel moved his hands to your hips as he slowly pulled you flush against his chest and his eyes met yours. Both of your hearts pounded in your chests and neither of you were sure if it warmed up in the room or if it was the heat between your bodies.
“Oh he does,” you reached out for Joel, “And he’s a good man, but I don’t think he’d like some stranger creeping on his girl,” you fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt as you bit your lip, “I saw the way he gave the eye to the new guy in town the other day.”
Joel let out a soft chuckle as he leaned in close to your face, “Well I guess we have to be careful then,” his tone was so low that his words went right to your core as his lips hovered over yours. You giggled against his face as your eyes fluttered closed and you felt the way his lips ghosted over yours in a soft, sweet kiss.
Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, Ellie’s voice interrupted you both, “Gross, you guys! Get a room!”
You and Joel jumped away from each other with a start and your breath hitched in your throat as you gasped. Joel was the first to respond though, “Ellie, what are you still doing out? It’s late.”
“I was on my way back from Dina’s and I saw the lights still on here,” Ellie replied with a shrug, “I thought I’d check if everything’s ok.”
“Thanks for checking, Ellie,” you piped up from Joel’s embrace, “There was some creep trying to make a move on me,” your gaze moved to Joel as you looked at him with a devilish grin.
“Keep that shit at home you guys,” Ellie rolled her eyes as she turned to leave, “We still on for game night tomorrow?” she called behind her before she walked out the door.
“Tomorrow,” you echoed, “Night, Ellie,” you and Joel both said in unison.
“Night,” her voice retreated as she left you and Joel alone once more.
Almost immediately, you felt your skin heat up again as Joel caressed your sides. You met his eyes once more and the look of pure admiration on his face nearly took your breath away, “Shall we head home?” you whispered.
“Yeah, I’ll walk you home, baby,” he replied. He wrapped an arm around your waist and walked at your side as you crossed the room and shut the lights off. Joel added, “So, you noticed that traveler last week, huh?”
“Joel, the entire town saw the death glare you gave that poor guy,” you giggled as you leaned in and kissed his cheek and savored the way his rough beard felt against your skin. “He didn’t know who he was dealing with, but I’m sure he was harmless,” when Joel huffed, you cupped his face and turned him so that his lips hovered over yours, “But there was a shady guy in here just now who tried to steal your girl away.”
A low rumble of laughter escaped Joel’s lips, “Is that so?” he grabbed you tighter as he finally kissed you deeply, “Well I’ll just have to keep a better eye on my girl then,” he mumbled between kisses.
“Why don’t we go home and you show me what that bad man would have done to me if my big strong man hadn't been there?” your voice was low and seductive, and you heard the low groan Joel let out at your words.
“You know I wouldn’t let ‘nothin happen to you, right baby?” Joel cupped your face.
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#4
When Jealousy Strikes
Tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader (no use of y/n)
Word count: 1.3k
Prompt: “nothing is ever going to happen between us!'' and "the italicized oh" with TASM!Peter (requested by @rae-gar-targaryen​ for my 3k follower celebration!)
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, pining, jealousy, kissing
Notes: Tho this fic is not explicit, my blog remains strictly 18+ only! Rae, this prompt was so fun and it works so well with Peter thanks so much for the request mi amor!!! I really had fun with this one! My update blog is @flightlessangelwings-updates​ to stay up to date on when I post!
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Peter Parker had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. The two of you grew up together, and though sometimes life got in the way, the two of you remained as close as could be. Even as you got older and he would disappear at times or seemed distracted, you were still always there for him. And Peter was always there when you needed him, even if at times it was in the middle of the night and he looked disheveled beyond reason. 
Secrets weren’t common between you, but there was one big one you kept from Peter all these years: you were desperately in love with him.
You tried to hide it as you got older; you tried to date others to keep your mind off of your best friend. Nothing ever worked out, though, and you always made your way back to Peter. He was always there for you after a breakup, and his embrace was more comforting to you than he realized. 
“That jerk didn’t deserve you anyway,” he’d say as he held you tight, “You deserve the world,” Peter whispered your name against your ear, “You’ll find the right person. And until then, you have me.”
You choked back a sob at his words; he had no idea that his words made you cry more than your breakup. And it wasn’t because if anything he did. No, it was all on you. It was because you were too afraid to say anything and lose him forever than admit how much you actually loved him. You would rather have him as your best friend than not have him in your life at all, so you kept your feelings buried deep down.
But, even you couldn’t fight off the green monster of jealousy all the time. And it all came to head at a party that Peter had invited you along to as his date. 
As you watched someone so charming and beautiful so easily flirt with Peter from across the room, you felt the hooks sink into your skin. You knew you had no right to be jealous. And that Peter was free to flirt with and date who he wanted, as were you, it still didn’t mean it hurt any less. Especially when the advances came from such a pretty face.
How could you blame him for flashing that effortlessly loveable smile back? How could you blame him for the way his hand rested on the other’s shoulder? How could you blame him for being so irresistible?
Every muscle in your body tensed as you watched the interaction. Part of you didn’t care to hide the sour look on your face as you watched Peter exchange glances from this new person. But, the other part of you still wanted to keep your cool.
“As long as he’s happy…” you lied to yourself.
It wasn’t until Peter glanced over at you and his face dropped that you realized you weren’t hiding your emotions as well as you thought. You watched as he quickly excused himself and rushed over to you with a look of concern on his face.
“Shit,” you cursed to yourself as you tried to gather your composure.
“Hey,” he said your name so sweetly, “What’s wrong? You ok?” Peter rested his hands on your shoulders as he looked you over, “Let’s get you some fresh air.”
You tried to protest, but Peter ushered you away from the crowded room and down a more quiet hallway. Heat rose in your skin as your mnd lingered on the strong grip he kept on your shoulders and the way he looked at you with such worry.
“I’m fine Pete,” you finally found your voice when you were alone with him on an open balcony.
“You’re not fine,” he looked at you sternly yet his face still held that softness that you were so fond of, “Something’s up,” he paused as you stared at him, “You know you can tell me anything. We’re best friends,” he let out a sharp breath with a tight smile as he spoke.
“Is that all we’ll ever be?” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them.
“Whaaat?” Peter looked dumbfounded, “You’re acting weird. What’s going on?” He held onto your forearms tightly as he looked into your eyes.
You took a deep breath before the dam of emotions finally spilled over, “You wanna know what’s going on?” your voice was louder than you meant it to be but you didn’t care, “What’s going on is I have to watch these people flirt with you that I can’t compete with in a thousand years! I know I have no right to be upset, but I’m just scared that something would happen between us so I never said anything. But a person can only take this for so long before…” you drifted off before you finished your thought.
For what felt like ages, you and Peter stared at each other. Tears filled the corners of your eyes as you did your best to calm yourself back down. You were sure Peter could hear your thoughts with how loudly they screamed in your head, and he definitely could read the look in your face. 
Suddenly, everything clicked in his head and his mouth dropped open.
Oh…
Before you could open your mouth again to take back everything and ask him to pretend your outburst didn’t happen, Peter crashed his lips against yours in an awkward but desperate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as tightly as he possibly could as he let his kiss speak for him. As your chest was suddenly pressed flush against his, you felt his heartbeat, and to your surprise it pounded just as hard as yours did. 
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918 notes - Posted May 23, 2022
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I know there’s other posts out there but I wanted to make a comprehensive post about being completely inclusive when writing reader inserts. Everyone has their own perspective and ideas so I wanted to share my thoughts and tips that I use myself when I’m writing. Of course I most likely forgot things as well so feel free to add on if you think of something I missed and I’ll add it to the list here!
Quicke note before we get to it: if you spot something on this list that you’ve done before, don’t beat yourself up about it. We all slip up and make mistakes. Just learn from it and keep it in mind for the future! As readers, we understand that it’s near impossible to include every single individual that could possibly read your work, but the point is to be as inclusive as possible with your writing.
Under a cut for length and to make sure you always see the most updated list when you click on it! Reblogs are very much appreciated too, especially if you’re a writer so we can all learn and grow and be better!
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Labeling your reader (a guide to terminology)
Gender neutral (gn)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no mentions of genitals
Assigned female at birth (afab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a vagina
Assigned male at birth (amab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a penis
Female/fem/f- she/her pronouns, traditionally femme nicknames, reader usually has a vagina
Male/m- he/him pronouns, traditionally masc nicknames, reader usually has a penis
Non-binary (nb)- usually they/them pronouns, reader can have either a vagina or a penis
Quick note: terminology changes often and as far as I know this is the most up to date on being inclusive with labeling readers. If it changes or if anyone has suggestions I’ll update this.
If you do want to assign your reader character some type of label, please tag it appropriately. Lots of poc writers like to write black, Latine, Asian, etc readers for example. Or other examples are plus size reader, short reader, tall reader, nerdy reader, shy reader, sporty reader, etc.
Don’t be afraid to write a trans character too! Trans characters can have either the opposite genitalia from their birth assignment or the same, everyone is different! There’s a big lack in trans reader representation!
Please note too that just because reader is labeled one way does not necessarily mean they are cisgender. People can be non-binary and use she/her or he/him pronouns. There’s no need to label your reader as cis at all
And please don’t label your readers' sexuality as straight. Bi/pan/demi/queer people can be attracted to a male character but that does not mean they are exclusively into men. It alienates queer readers.
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Inclusive with skin tones
Please do not use “blush” or “flush” or anything like that! I know that’s one of the top issues when being inclusive with skin tones. Instead, try something like “you felt your skin heat up” or “your palms felt sweaty” or “you felt flustered.” Focus more on the emotions and what reader is feeling or thinking or physically reacting rather than saying reader blushed.
Be careful when describing bruises or injuries. Not all bruises get bright red for example. Instead, try mentioning blood stain, swelling, or just use “discolored” or “beat up” or something like that.
Not everyone’s skin turns red when slapped so just avoid “your skin reddened” altogether.
Not everyone has pink nipples, just skip describing the color altogether
Or pink lips. Again just skip the color description
While all skin is able to get burned, not everyone’s skin turns red/pink from being in the sun. Instead use more feeling descriptors like “your skin felt hot from the sun” or even describing peeling would be ok.
Don’t say that reader looks like an established character.
“Knuckles turned white” doesn’t happen with everyone so just leave it out. Focus more on muscles straining or something instead.
Avoid the phrase “you look white as a ghost” when referring to reader.
If you want to mention makeup, just leave it general and don’t specify colors or shades or anything like that. Not all shades show up the same on all skin tones.
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1,070 notes - Posted July 11, 2022
#2
Let Go
Joel Miller x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), rough sex, unprotected sex, dom!Joel, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), overstim, established relationship, manhandling, use of “good girl” and “yes ma’am,” aftercare, soft!Joel
Prompts:  “You can be rough. I can take it.” And “Good girl… that’s a good fucking girl”
Notes: Another fic written for @mattmurdocksscars follower celebration writing challenge!! And happy TLOU day!!! I love Joel so much, and he has so many facets to him that he can definitely be soft if he wants but also rough if you ask him to be. Let me know what you think cause I really had fun writing this one!!!
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For as strong and tough a person as Joel Miller was, he was always soft and tender when it came to you. Sure, in the past he had his one night stands, just a fuck to scratch that itch and release some tension. But with you, he was different. He was slow and soft and sweet and the perfect lover. He always held you so carefully as he ran his rough fingers along your skin. He always showered you with kisses and praises. He made sure you came at least once before he even thought about his own pleasure. He didn’t just fuck you… Joel Miller made love to you.
And it was mind-blowing. No one before had ever shown you such devotion or such care. You felt safe in his arms, and you were always left shaking and whimpering in the best way. Joel made you feel special and beautiful and loved in a way that warmed your heart. And you loved him so much for it.
But, there were times you wanted something different from Joel, something harder… rougher. 
There were times where you saw him scuffle with a traveler at the bar who got too rowdy, or when you saw him fight off infected while out of patrol. And you couldn’t help the thoughts that raced through your mind: what if he manhandled you like that too? What if instead of treating you so carefully, he just threw you down onto the bed and fucked you like that time was all you two had? What if he left marks on your body and didn’t stop until you were in tears?
Tonight, you decided it was finally the time to ask him to fulfill your deepest desires…
“Joel,” you sighed as you writhed underneath him.
It took no time for Joel to wrap his arms around you from the moment he stepped through the door. Joel was always in a desperate mood whenever he came back from patrol, especially when he got back late. Perhaps he was worried he would come home to find you in trouble, that something happened to you while he was out. Perhaps it was just seeing death and destruction over and over again made him appreciate his time with you more. Perhaps it was a mix of both.
“Something wrong baby?” Joel’s voice was low as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. His breath caught in his chest for a moment at the sight of you completely bare underneath him, and he looked at you as if this was the first time he saw you naked.
“I want you to do something for me this time,” you buried one hand in his hair while the other stroked his beard. You loved how soft his hair was, and the more greys he got the more handsome he was to you.
“Anything, baby,” he replied without hesitation. Joel would truly do whatever it took for you. He would walk to the ends of the earth to find what you wanted, he would take a bullet for you, he would even find a way to bring the sky down if that was what you asked of him.
You grinned as the fire in his eyes made your skin warm and tingle, “I want you to fuck me hard tonight. Don’t hold back.”
Joel’s mouth dropped open. He did hold back with you at times, but it was because he never wanted to hurt you in any way. He always made sure you were more than satisfied, but sometimes that came at the cost of restraining himself. But, he also couldn’t deny that your request turned him on too, and Joel was sure you felt his cock twitch between your bodies. 
“Are you absolutely sure, baby?” he asked as he cupped your face, “I don’t want to hurt you or nothin.”
You let out a deep breath, “I’m sure, Joel,” you pulled his face closer so that his lips hovered over yours, “You can be rough, I can take it. Promise.”
Joel smiled against your lips before he kissed you deeply, “Alright,” he whispered as he broke away, “But you gotta promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much. Ok?”
Your face lit up with excitement as you felt a rush of arousal to your core, “Deal,” you kissed him again, “Now fuck me, Joel Miller. Let go, baby.”
“Yes ma’am.”
There was a flash of mischievous in Joel’s eyes before he dropped his entire weight onto your body and captured your lips with his in a heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his entire body engulf yours, and you immediately surrendered to him. His tongue explored your mouth like it had a hundred times before, but this time his kiss felt different. It was more rushed, more desperate, more passionate than ever before. It was as if Joel was consumed with the need to taste every corner of you, and you willingly let him.
Your arms wrapped around Joel’s broad shoulders as you felt the comforting weight of his body over yours. Right away, you felt like you were on fire with the change in his demeanor, and you loved it. As Joel continued to devour your mouth, he rocked his hips against yours, his cock slowly but meticulously sliding along your folds.
“Mmm… Joel…” you murmured against his lips as he ran his hands along your sides.
“You like that, baby?” There was a hint of cockyness in his voice that he rarely showed. But you loved when he got like this.
“Yes,” you squeezed him tighter.
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1,301 notes - Posted September 26, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Weakness
Din Djarin x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)
Word count: 6k
Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex pollen, unprotected sex, fingering, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, feelings, pining, protective!Din, feelings confessions, mild violence, bounty hunting, minor character death (please let me know if I missed anything but I think I got it all)
Notes: There’s so many fics where Din is the one who gets pollened, so I wanted to do something a little different. This is a beast of a fic omg this is so long by my standards lol! And of course, lots of pining and protective!Din too cause you know me lol! Enjoy! And as of posting this, I’m getting real close to a big follower milestone so give me a follow if you liked this!!
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Blaster fire cut though the hot wind of the Tatooine desert. You grunted as you ran ahead of the Mandalorian in pursuit of your current bounty. The two of you worked as a team, and you each were able to anticipate the other’s actions before it happened. Even without words, you both somehow appeared to read the other’s thoughts, and it made you a very dangerous and deadly team.
Vaguely you wondered if your feelings for Mando were a part of the reason why, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on it too much. Instead, you buried your true feelings deep down and kept it a hidden secret from him.
“Never a dull moment on this planet huh?” you snarked through your comms as a gust of sand blocked your view of your partner.
“Keep your guard up,” was his response as you both moved in tandem to surround your target.
You were thankful that Grogu wasn’t with you both as you trekked your way through the desert. Peli was more than willing to keep him safe with her in her hanger and watch over him while you and Mando chased the elusive bounty. This would be a great help for your little group, since the payout was more than any of you imagined. And it would help to keep ahead of your enemies too as you both worked to keep the little green child safe. A hint of a smile momentarily lit up your face as you thought back to how excited Peli was to watch the kid.
“You want to hang out with your auntie Peli, kid?!” she lifted Grogu up into the air with a big smile, to which he giggled in response. She lowered him back down and cradled him in her arms before she turned back to you and Mando, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. You guys take all the time you need! No rush!”
“I don’t see anything here,” you spoke again as you brought yourself back to the present. You knew better than to think that your target got the slip, however, since there was no way he could have gotten past the Mandalorian.
“Same here,” his gruff voice rang through your ear.
It was a comfort for you as another gust of wind kicked more sand in your face. You pulled your hood over to block the hot, stinging air as you tried to calm the rush of emotions that suddenly came over you. Sometimes you wondered if you were as good at hiding your feelings for Mando as you thought, but when he never acknowledged anything you knew your secret was safe. 
He was strong yet tender, and when he opened up to you more with time and you saw how good his heart was, you were done for. You never let on how much the Mandalorian actually meant to you since you didn’t want to compromise anything you already had with him.
Unbeknownst to you, Mando’s emotions were a perfect reflection of your own underneath his beskar armor.
There were times, though, that you were sure the kid figured out your secret feelings for Mando. But, you couldn’t linger in your head for long as suddenly your target jumped out of what appeared to be thin air and launched himself at you. Quick to react, you grabbed your vibroblades and blocked his own weapon before he hit you.
“Mando,” you grunted as you stayed locked with the bounty, “He’s here.”
“I’m coming, hang on.” 
Mando sounded worried, but you didn’t have time to linger on that thought as the bounty seemed to turn into a flurry of knives and fists as he attacked you. Sweat dripped down the side of your face as you blocked attack after attack. You weren’t able to get the upper hand, much to your annoyance, but as long as you kept your defense up, you knew your partner would be there in no time.
Somehow, he was able to get past your defenses, and before you even saw the man’s hand move, you felt a pick at the base of your neck. You gasped loudly as a hand covered the spot that suddenly stung and he took the opportunity to knock your blade out of your hand.
A shout of your name caught both your and the bounty’s attention as the Mandalorian leapt through another gush of sand and landed his blade right in the bounty’s chest. He fell to the ground, dead, and Mando glanced to make sure he wouldn’t get back up before he rushed over to you.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked in a worried tone as his hands landed on your shoulders.
Your vision felt blurry as you looked up at the shiny silver beskar helmet that you had grown so fond of. The longer you looked into the darkened visor, the hotter your body felt, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the desert air around you.
“Din…” you whispered his real name as a glossed over expression came across your face.
“I’m getting you out of here,” he replied as he tugged at your body. Din stood and grabbed the bounty’s limp body and flung it over his shoulder before he took your arm and draped it over him on the other side, “Lean on me,” he told you in as calm a voice as he could muster, “This storm is getting too strong to make it back right now. We need to find somewhere safe.”
You barely registered his words as a flurry of emotions ran though your head. You weren’t even sure if you walked yourself or if the Mandalorian took most of your weight on himself. Vaguely you heard him mention an abandoned moisture farm ahead, but you had trouble hearing any specific words. All you heard was the sound of your heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing through your head. The pounding echoed in your ears as you felt your body temperature rise steadily.
A rush of cooler air hit your face when Din brought you through the threshold of the abandoned building. There wasn’t much to the place, and it was clear no one had lived here in quite some time, but it was a shelter from the sandstorm, and that was all that mattered to Din. He didn’t even care about the bounty as long as you were safe and alright.
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Ayoooo, can I get a fic of how the blooming panic Li’s would react if mc immediately gave them an intense, heart stopping, romantic comedy kiss the second they meet in real life? I am just so in love with the way you write. Marry me?? :0 💍
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. first meet kiss
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characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, toasty
tags ; fluff, comfort
author’s note ; I love love love this idea! This is a cute, fluffy headcanon set with just the LIs, so I hope you all enjoy! And although I appreciate the offer, lovely anon, I’ll have to reject your marriage proposal. I will, however, continue to be an author that happily delivers your writing requests <33 oooo side note! If any of y’all know any artists with open commissions that are willing to draw bloomic, message me! I wanna com a new icon B) ahhh! enough from me! enjoy 💕
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NIGHTOWL —
— You were feeling giddy as you sat in the plane. Only a few more hours and you’d be with Nightowl in person for the entire week! You’d expressed your excitement to your boyfriend for weeks leading up to your flight departure— and somehow, he was even more excited than you were. He’d been so happy when the plans had been finalized— hardly able to sleep as the date neared. It pained you both that you would be without any sort of internet service for the flight, so there was no communication between you both, but that only made you look forward to the meeting even more.
— You both had been dating for months now— and you’d been saving up to buy a plane ticket to see him. Once you saved up enough, you brought up the idea to Nightowl and he was ecstatic— agreeing almost instantly and scouring his schedule for free time— making necessary calls that night to ensure he’d have time for you when you flew down. You’d saved up your own vacation hours as well, so there was no conflict. And now here you were.
— You texted him immediately after the plane landed— smiling at the countless loving messages and cute photos he’d sent while you were in air. You hopped in a taxi, on your way to his apartment to finally see him after so long. Your heart was pounding and once you saw the building in view, you smiled, putting your phone away.
— Exiting the taxi, you glanced at the building and found the apartment number before knocking. You heard a loud pattering of footsteps, followed by crashing and a string of curses from Nightowl. You held in your laughter and soon the door opened and there he was— your boyfriend, greeting you with a sheepish, yet warm smile.
— “Hey, cutie! God, it’s so nice to see you in person. You look amazing.” He spoke and you felt your heart race. Unable to contain your excitement anymore, you jumped into his arms and pulled him into a kiss, expressing all of the happiness in the affection you gave.
— Nightowl gasped a bit, catching you the best he could, but ultimately being knocked off his feet and falling back with you landing on top of him. He was stunned for a moment, before smiling and kissing back. He was just as excited, happy and still in slight disbelief that you were actually here. Feeling your lips against his confirmed all the he needed to know. This was real. He smiled against your lips, pulling away only when he was rendered absolutely breathless. You gave a small, content smile and cupped his cheeks, peppering his face in small kisses as his face flushed.
— “Wow, way to sweep a guy off his feet. That excited to see me..?” He asked, vulnerability present in his soft tone. You gave a reassuring smile, pecking his lips once more.
— “Of course I am, Nightowl. I haven’t stopped thinking about this day since the moment we planned it. I guess I just couldn’t contain it anymore when I finally saw you.” You said with a light laugh. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding the pure adoration present on his face as he let out a shaky laugh.
— “Man, you’re really killing me, cutie. First a kiss like that and then saying something so sweet? How did I get so lucky?” He whispered softly. You hummed and he pulled back to look at you once more. You smiled, pulling him into another affectionate kiss.
— Funny that he asks how he managed to get so lucky. You’d been wondering the exact same thing.
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QUEST —
— Quest was flying out to see you. There had been a long build up— a long wait for you both given that you were both busy with work and getting vacation time approved took a while, but eventually, it all worked out. Now he was on his way— and you were antsy.
— He had gone on the airplane hours ago and he’d be landing any moment now— soon enough, you’d see him walk to where you stood waiting in the airport. You could only imagine what it’d be like— to be in his arms after so long, to hear his sweet words in person— to finally be with him. No work. No stress. No fear that the server would shut down in any given moment. You felt grateful that the server censors lifted when they did— you didn’t want to be stuck forever, left only to wonder what it’d be like to be with Quest in person. You no longer how to imagine because within a few minutes— it’d be reality. All that you’ve hoped for was right in front of you.
— Quest shared the same sentiment. You were someone who loved him for who he was— who acknowledged his past and recognized that he changed from it. You were so kind to him and encouraged him to show that same kindness to himself. He knew that he had a tendency to be pretty self sacrificial due to feeling the need to prove that he was a good person— even if it meant compromising his own health— and you were slowly helping him heal that mindset. He loved you for it— loved everything about you.
— And now you two would have the opportunity to meet and spend time together in person. Every single declaration of love over call or in text could now be spoken in person— something you both looked forward to. You glanced at your phone every few minutes, then at the direction of the airport arrivals, switching your focus between the two as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. Any moment now—
— There! You spotted Quest from afar and your heart skipped a beat. There he was— he was really here. You could hardly believe it— and couldn’t contain the happiness that filled your chest when you saw him. You couldn’t be apart from him a moment longer. Quest spotted you from afar as well, a smile of his own on his face as he soon noticed you making a mad dash towards him. He dropped his things, preparing for a rather forceful embrace from you.
— What he hadn’t expected, however, was that you leapt right into his arms and kissed him with a passion that he was hardly prepared for. He was quick to catch you, holding you by your thighs as your arms wrapped around his neck, lips locked with his. His eyes widened a bit, but he merely chuckled and kissed back. He should’ve expected this sort of intensity and romanticism from you. Though, even if unexpected, it was incredibly welcome. Feeling your lips against his made him feel loved— wanted and whole. You were the part of him that he never knew he needed until you came into his life.
— Eventually, you both pulled away, and you met his gaze with a gentle one of your own, smiling at him as you traced his scars delicately with your fingertips, taking in his presence.
— “Well hello to you too, angel. I’m glad to see you. Not that I haven’t before— but it’s different now that we’re in person. You’re even more stunning that I could’ve ever imagined.” He said in a soft tone. You laughed a bit in response and smiled, pecking his lips once more before allowing him to place you down.
— “Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself. It’s really nice to see you. Save the compliments for later, though! Lest you want me to keep kissing you. We’re in public, after all.” You chided playfully before grabbing his hand after he’d gathered all of his things.
— “But really, I’m glad you made it here, Quest. Seeing you… I can’t put into words just how happy I am.” You said softly as you looked up at him. He returned the fond expression, intertwining your fingers and squeezing your hand gently.
— “I know, angel. I feel the exact same way. Speechless at finally seeing you in person. Now let’s go, we have the whole week ahead of us.” He responded.
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XYX —
— Finally. You made it. After a rather grueling plane ride, you’d finally landed in the airport. You were here to visit Xyx for a while— but more importantly, it was your first meeting. You’d been dating the server troll for almost a year now. You’d gotten lucky with the server censors— but not as lucky with your respective schedules. With Xyx having a rather packed schedule, and you hardly having time for a vacation, planning the actual trip was a hassle— but it finally came to fruition. You were excited, but equally tired. All you wanted right now was to be with Xyx— to give the man affection that you knew he deserved.
— Of course, you expected playful banter from him the moment he saw you— such was apart of his suave nature, but you didn’t plan to let him get a single word in. Not if you could help it. You’d have plenty of time to deal with Xyx’s incessant teasing during the rest of your time there. However, after hours of being in an airplane with countless connecting flights? The last thing you wanted was for him to make some sly comment first thing. You wanted to be in his embrace— wanted to know that he was there first thing— so that’s what you planned to do when you arrived.
— You let out a tired sigh as you grabbed your luggage, pulling out your phone and reading the messages from your boyfriend soon after. He told you he’d be waiting outside, and that he hoped you were ready for a wild ride on his motorcycle— all things you could respond to and complain about later— you just wanted to see him.
— You exited the airport and spotted Xyx from afar. When he saw you— the same telltale smirk appeared on his face, one that you were so incredibly used to— one that you’d fallen so deeply in love with. Just as you loved how vulnerable he could be, you loved how flirty he could be as well, but now was not the time to ponder such things.
— You smiled, jogging lightly over to the other. He raised a curious brow at your hurriedness, paired with a smug smile. An equally clever remark was about to be spoken, but before that could happen, you dropped your things and grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him into a deep kiss, the tension leaving your body with it. He was here— the trip was worth it. You’d made it home.
— Xyx’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything, merely smirking and pulling you closer by your hips, moving his lips in sync with yours. After a few seconds, you both pulled away. Xyx’s face was flushed with a slight tinge of red— obviously taken aback by the sudden act of affection, but wanting to keep up his collected front. That didn’t last, however.
— “Sorry, but I just really needed to feel you. I needed to know that I made it and I’m not living in some dream. I love you, Xyx. I’m so glad that I’m finally here.” You confessed, relaxing into his arms as he embraced you tightly. Xyx teared up ever so slightly, smiling like a fool as he hugged you tighter.
— “You never need to apologize for something like that, love. I’m… really glad that you’re finally here. And for the record— I… I love you too.” He said softly and you hummed in content before pulling back to admire him for a moment. This is what you’d been waiting for for so long. You gave him a few more light kisses before pulling away. Xyx cleared his throat, the blush still ever present in his face as he attempted to compose himself.
— “Right, well. We should head off. Don’t want to leave Cat waiting too long. I’m sure they can’t wait to see you either. And I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as I do.” Xyx stated and you nodded.
— Though you were sure you’d gain Cat’s favor, you didn’t think what he said was physically possible. You didn’t think anyone could love, cherish and adore you as much as Xyx did. But it was fine because it was entirely mutual.
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NAKEDTOASTER —
— In all honesty, it had been difficult for you to contain your excitement regarding visiting Toasty for the first time. It had been a huge, organized surprise that you managed with the help of pretty much the entire server. From creating a private channel to discuss— helping you find a good time— the whole bloomic server assisted you in finalizing the surprise for Toasty.
— You had texted him the whole time— even paying for airplane internet access so he wouldn’t suspect a single thing. You were nervous that he found out, but Xyx assured you that he was none the wiser. All according to plan!
— You wanted to surprise him because you had vacation time to use, and more importantly, you’d noticed that Toasty had been stressing himself out more, getting less sleep and the like. You figured he needed a week to just relax, and there was nothing better than spending a week with your partner for some much needed TLC! You couldn’t wait to see his reaction, but more importantly, you couldn’t wait to give him the physical affection you’d promised to him so many times over call.
— Your plane finally landed and you grabbed your luggage. You texted Toasty that you had to go, and you could sense his disappointment through the texts, but he’d been reassured when you promised to text him again the moment you had the chance. The final part of your plan was in action. You know he’d be ending raid hours with Xyx about now, but you’d gotten Xyx to try distracting him for about another hour so you could get to his apartment without him suspecting anything.
— It worked. You were in front of his apartment door. You took a deep breath, soon knocking on the door and waiting. You heard a soft groan and shuffling from behind the door before hearing a soft ‘wait a moment’ from Toasty. Your heartbeat quickened as you heard the steps approach the door and soon enough it opened.
— “Who’s the— WH— (y/n)? H-how are you..?” He was awestruck, eyes wide as he looked you up and down, processing the fact that you were indeed in front of him. He wordlessly stepped to the side, allowing you to walk in before closing the door behind you. Before he got the chance to ask more questions, you dropped your things and looked at him, placing a hand on his cheek and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
— His eyes widened, but he felt himself relax into the touch, kissing back, gently resting his hand on your hip as you kissed him with an intensity that expressed the joy you felt in that moment. Toasty gave a shy smile against your lips, his face flushing red as one of your hands moved into his hair to undo the side ponytail it had been in, carding your fingers gently through his hair as you kissed him. You soon pulled away and he looked at you, unable to hold eye contact for long before he hid his face behind his hands. Wow. He had not been expecting that. You were here and you had just kissed him in a way that left him entirely speechless.
— “Surprise! I’m here for the week. Sorry, I got a bit carried away. I was just… really looking forward to surprising you, Toasty.” You expressed, gently playing with his hair as you allowed him a few moments to let the embarrassment pass so he could compose himself. He soon lifted his head, looking at you with a nervous, yet sincere smile.
— “No no! Don’t apologize— I-I’m really happy you’re here… really… and I liked the kiss! I’m just processing everything. You really… really surprised me. I can’t believe you’re actually here— I feel like I should clean up a bit the place is a mess.” He rambled for a few moments and you gave a light laugh and kissed him once more. He quickly shut up before looking at you with a loving gaze.
— “No need to worry about the mess. I don’t mind. Besides, I just really wanna enjoy your company, you know?” You said softly and he nodded, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he took in your presence. You were with him— you were there and when he needed it most. You smiled, kissing him gently on the temple and playing with his hair a bit.
— “Thank you for coming here. I’m really happy to see you.” He said softly and you smiled and nodded.
— “Of course. Anything for you.” You responded quietly.
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pinkuberii · 3 years ago
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could i pls maybe request a sick!zhongli or sick!diluc being taken care of by the reader? or the other way around! i’m obsessed with your domestic fics if that wasn’t already obvious- *ceases and deceases*
- Being ill with you -
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Tw: Usage of nicknames like ‘Dear’, ‘Darling’ etc.
Word count: 2k
Summary: Zhongli takes care of you once you’re laying ill in bed. // You take care of Diluc when he’s sick.
Genre: Fluff <3
A/N: I’M SO SORRY IF THIS TOOK LONG TO ANSWER AAAAAAAA BUT TY FOR THE WAIT!!
I’m so happy you like my domestic fics by the way!! Your kind comments and likes/reblogs motivate me to write <33
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I. Zhongli
Honestly, I can see him being extremely good at taking care of someone
Mans is a walking encyclopedia,, he knows literally ANYTHING
Oh, you have a fever? He’s on his way with a damp cloth to lower your temperature and a medicine that’ll help <3
Soft whimpers of dissatisfaction left your lips as you made an attempt to sit up straight, yet you failed miserably once your arms started to tremble due to the fact that you felt exhausted. Luckily, your lover walked in on you right on time.
“(Y/n), my dear, please don’t force yourself,” Zhongli uttered gently with a voice that expressed nothing but concern. “You still happen to be ill after all.”
“I know, I know…” You mumbled back with a hoarse voice. (E/c) eyes peeking at the male that was currently approaching you with a tray that was filled with delicious food and bitter medicine.
Oh no not the bitter medicine-
It’s for your own good (y/n) :((
He specifically went to Bubu pharmacy to buy the medicine himself <3
And he bought it with his own Mora???? Look this means that he absolutely loves you-
Anywho- Where was I-?
Bitter medicine, oh yes
oh shit-
The amber-eyed male cautiously placed the wooden tray on the small table next to you as his ungloved hand was reaching out towards your warm forehead. The delicious scent of the soup already filling the air.
Now imagine if his hands were cold
Heavenly oml
Your lips curled into a faint smile once his colder skin made contact with yours, appreciating the sudden change of temperature.
“Oh, archons… You’re quite warm…” Zhongli declared as his thumb delicately stroked your forehead. “Doctor Baizhu told me not to give the medicine to you on an empty stomach so allow me to feed you for this instance.”
Okay delicious food is coming first this is good-
“Boo, you can feed me whenever you’d like, you know?” You murmured quietly.
“I’m aware, dear.”
Y’all he’s just shy
Aww shy Zhongli <333
“Now stand still for me—” he spoke while leaning in, deliberately embracing your frail body with his strong arms to then pull you up.
What a helpful man…
If he doesn’t show up on my door at Valentine’s then what’s the point lmao
“There we go…”
You smilingly thanked your partner while his soft fingertips brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. Some touches lingering longer than they actually should.
“Now say ‘ahh’ for me, dear,” Zhongli requested as he took the spoon out of the porcelain bowl that was filled with the appetizing chicken soup.
Gladly, you parted your lips for him, your tongue and tastebuds quickly being met with the delicious flavor.
I’m not saying he can cook well but he can cook well
Every dish he makes for you is made with nothing but fresh ingredients and love c:
With every spoon you ate you couldn’t help but feel a bit more nourished
Like he’d put his hands under the spoon so the food wouldn’t drip
But listen-
His fingertips would brush against your chin-
Yes I think that’s cute shhhh-
“How are you feeling right now?” The man questioned curiously when feeding you the last spoon of food, wiping some of the resting droplets off the corner of your sweet lips.
“Exhausted and a bit warm,” You replied to the man’s curiosity, “but I feel a bit better because of your cooking.”
Congrats he’s screaming internally
“That makes me joyous to hear, my lily. Now let me give you your medicine.”
Ah shit
Not the bitter thing rite there-
Eyes were expressing a certain uncertainty as you examined Zhongli who was tardily pouring the syrup onto the spoon. “Do I really have to take my medicine?” You asked.
“Yes (y/n), but I promise that the bitter taste will disappear before you know it, and” he paused before carrying on with his words, “I just want you to be healthy again.”
Sir why r u so sweet???
Those words alone are probably enough to convince you to take the medicine
You muttered a soft “oh” right before you flashed him an exhausted smile, clemently parting your lips for him once again.
In one swift movement he put the metal scoop in your mouth and interestedly eyed your face that switched to a dissatisfied one right off.
He can’t blame you though, it’s not tasty like the soup after all :(
“I’m proud of you.”
“For taking the medicine?”
“Yes. You’re already feeling ill, and the taste of the medicine isn’t better either. So therefore, I’m proud of you for withstanding all the displeasures.”
Look hot bitches are capable of taking bitter medicine
“Now that your stomach is full of food and medicine you should rest. That’s a crucial part of healing.” While speaking, Zhongli tardily lowered you down in your shared bed and draped the heavy sheets over you that were laying around wildly. “I’ll bring a damp cloth to cool you down.”
No, he’s going away :(
“Can you stay by my side until I fall asleep?” You requested sweetly while reaching out to his hand with yours, “You can put that cloth on my face once I’m asleep.”
A chuckle full of amusement found its way past his lips as his cheeks got dusted in a faint shade of pink, “Who am I to deny?”
He heartily crawled next to you and cradled your body in his arms, allowing your face to lay on his chest as your (e/c) colored eyes slowly shut close.
And then you fell asleep like that <3
But like I previously mentioned he’d take care of you extremely well
Mans would take a bath with you and delicately rub and massage your back because you’re too drained of energy to do it yourself
Cooking? Cleaning? No problem he’s on his way-
Don’t be scared about him getting sick though
Because I have no idea if he can get sick or catch a cold or something
If yes, then he wouldn’t mind being sick with you
He’s absolutely smitten for you shhhhh-
Malewife Zhongli <3
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II. Diluc
Diluc is sick???
Wow unbelievable
He would barely get sick in my opinion
I mean of course he’d catch a cold and all
But his immune system is *chef kiss*
So, seeing him rest weakly in his bed was a sight you weren’t familiar with
Definitely would try to convince you that he’s fine
Would fail that though 🧍‍♀️
Sir wdym you’re fine??? Your face is as red as your hair :((
Not saying he’d still look fine as hell while being ill but that’s exactly what I’m saying
Okay but that’s not what I’m gonna write
Diluc’s crimson colored hair was sprawled wildly around him as his body was buried under the white bedsheets, waiting for you to finally come in with the cold, damp cloth as a remedy for his burning face.
His waiting then finally came to a halt after he heard the creaking of the wooden door, his half-lidded crimson eyes quickly meeting yours.
“I’m sorry if I took long,” you apologized while approaching him with a smile, “but I wanted to make some tea for your throat as well.”
The man couldn’t help but show a small smile to you upon your thoughtfulness, with trembling arms he supported himself and took all his time to sit up straight.
You immediately put the porcelain teacup and cloth on the little table so you could readjust his blanket without any difficulties.
Now you gotta put the cloth on his forehead bc his face is as hot as his vision
But there’s a problem
His hair covers his forehead 🚶‍♂️
Definitely not saying that you should run your fingers through his smooth hair,, definitely not..
“Ah, Luc—” You mumbled his nickname all of a sudden while leaning in, “let me just—” then very tenderly you let your fingers slide through his fiery red locks to part them, receiving a clearer view of his forehead. “There we go, that’s better.”
The only thing Diluc could do at that very moment was to mumble a soft ‘thank you’ with his hoarse voice.
His face was already red
Now it’s even redder
(Y/n) have mercy on this ill man 😔🤚
“You’re still warm,” you announced rather gloomily whilst your palm rested on top of his face, “but at least your condition is better than yesterday.” After grabbing the small damp towel you carefully placed it on his face, securing it with your fingertips so it wouldn’t plummet.
“Feels good…” he murmured quietly while his face expressed how satisfied he was with the sudden change of temperature.
“I’m sure it does.”
Okay now we gotta give him the tea 🚶‍♂️
Bc his throat is practically dying over there
Whilst holding the damp piece you reached your unoccupied hand out towards the pearl colored cup filled with the tea, cautiously moving it towards you. With nothing but gentleness you placed the porcelain piece on Diluc’s lips. “My dear, drink this. It’ll soothe your throat,” you spoke to him.
Spotting you holding and doing many things at once, your lover decided to help you a little bit by holding the cup himself. Tardily, he placed his much larger hands on top of yours and squeezed them lightly before moving the piece slightly upwards.
That’s his subtle way of thanking you 👉👈
And he just wanted to hold your hands in his
For reasons 🤺
Being sick is no fun but you being there for him makes him feel a lot better <33
(E/c) colored eyes calmly watched the crimson-eyed man drink his tea in one go, lips curling into a joyous smile after seeing his expression become a more softer one.
“I’m guessing it helped?” You spoke curiously whilst he averted his gaze from the cup to meet yours.
“It did,” Diluc answered your curiosity meanwhile his soft squeeze only became tighter. “Thank you for caring for me.” He then lowered his love-expressing gaze out of shyness, the sudden comment making your cheeks go warm.
“Aww, you’re welcome ‘Luc,” you beamed.
He barely has someone that takes care of him this much besides the maids :(
Knowing that you’re staying by his side during the times that he’s quite weak makes him eMOTIONAL
But also makes him love you more <33
Definitely wants to spend the rest of his life with you 😙✌️
Okay but that’s outta the topic rn
He just loves you way too much and expresses it at times like these
Once he loosened his grip around your hands, you placed the cup on the table next to you right away. “I’m here for you whenever you need me to be.” With a smile on your face you told him these words whilst removing the lukewarm cloth away, placing it on the same spot as the teacup.
“I’m truly thankful for that, (y/n)”
Wow y’all are cute- 🤨
Timidly, he reached his right hand out towards yours and tardily put it against his warm face. With a bit of hesitancy he slid your palm towards his lips to plant a soft kiss there, showing his thankfulness once again.
Soft Luc is best Luc <33
You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter their wings wildly upon the male’s actions, those same actions making your heart also beat faster.
Sir Ragnvindr ur lowkey killing us here
Did I mention that he’d have an immense urge to cuddle right there?
Because he would honestly 😚
But he doesn’t want to make you sick
So you’d have to convince him that it’s fine for him to lay in your arms
Would be the happiest man in whole Teyvat after falling asleep and waking up in your arms <33
Okay sex might be good but this is where it’s at- 😼😼
Definitely would do the same thing once you’re ill in bed
Perhaps being sick isn’t so bad after all…
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frogtanii · 4 years ago
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℗ me and my husband
atsumu x fem!reader (poker face ending)
series masterlist
♡´・ᴗ・`♡
wc. 3.2k (holy shit)
warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, v v soft domestic, marriage :00, smut!! (is marked off!!), soft dom!tsumu, hair pulling (giving), unprotected sex, slight praise kink, pretty vanilla ngl
an. can be read as a one shot but u might be confused lmfao also this took SO LONG OMFG also also heavily unedited, take things w a grain of salt lmfao anyways don’t forget to feed me ahaha m rlly proud of this so i hope y’all like it <33
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it was moving day and atsumu was about to lose his mind.
today was the official day of the hyper house disbandment and while most of the members were still figuring out new living arrangements and thus remaining past the deadline, you were one of the few trying to get out as soon as possible.
makki and mattsun were so excited to have you move in, they showed up early that morning to help you pack. now, it was around 1p and it was almost time for you to go. you still had a few more boxes to go but things were speeding right along.
normally, atsumu would be right by your best friends helping you out but he was currently in the middle of a breakdown.
you were leaving. leaving. he had no idea when he’d see you again (even though you promised to meet up weekly to catch up), if he would ever see you again. for all he knew, makki and mattsun would just hide you away forever, never to be seen again.
okay, so he was panicking.
it was just... atsumu was in love with you. he’d known for a while (way longer than he’d like to admit) and he selfishly thought he’d have more time with you so that he could work up the courage to confess. but now? you were like three boxes away from a distance that he didn’t know if he or your relationship could recover from.
it wasn’t that he was bad at long distance but the tragic events that the house brought, brought the two of you closer together and he didn’t want to lose that.
atsumu let out a groan and dropped his head against the wall, his mind running with scenario after scenario, all ending in failure and utter embarrassment.
“hey, you okay?” you called out, a large box cradled delicately in your arms. as atsumu turned from the plaster in front of him, he allowed himself a moment to take you in.
you were wearing short athletic shorts, worn converses, and his t shirt. a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, the lights above reflecting off of it, giving you a warm glow.
of course you looked hot moving boxes.
you called his name again in concern and he immediately felt his heart clench in guilt. you’d already been through so so much and here he was fantasizing about you instead of being there for you like a good friend would.
atsumu let out a sigh and shot you a wide, albeit empty, smile before walking over to you and taking the box out of your hands. the furrow in your brows told him you saw through his expression but he ignored it and made a show of lifting your box above his head and carrying it to mattsun’s car.
“see, what would ya do without these guns angel?” he joked, placing the cardboard into the trunk. you rolled your eyes and poked him in the side playfully. “die, probably.”
the butterflies in his stomach kicked up at the underlying sincerity in your voice but he tried his best to overlook it. it was much harder than it seemed, especially when you looked at him with such fondness in your gaze that made him want to kiss you senseless.
gulping hard, he quickly turned away from you, busying himself with fitting your things in the truck like a game of tetris.
“atsumu.” your voice was firm but pleading and he didn’t dare look at you for fear of spilling everything right then and there. “wow, ya sure got a lot of stuff, huh? wonder how much of this was bought with ushijima’s money,” he started to ramble but thankfully he was interrupted by makki whooping as he walked out of the house.
“last box bitches!” you shot atsumu one final worried look before running over to makki and mattsun, yelling the whole way there.
atsumu was grateful your back was to him because he couldn’t hide the affectionate look that overtook his face, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he watched you hip bump your friends while cackling wildly.
god, he was so in love with you.
what was he going to do when you moved out and away? what if you found someone, someone how loved you as much as he did (not possible)? he would wish for your happiness even at the expense of his own but... what if you both could be happy?
caught up in his thoughts, atsumu didn’t register you saying your goodbyes to the remaining members until you were finally in front of him.
“i’m gonna miss living with you tsum.” you unceremoniously launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest. his heart leapt violently at the contact and he prayed to every deity above that you didn’t hear it underneath your head.
he barely managed to hug you back before you pulled away, your eyes slightly teary and red. “um, well, makki and mattsun are waiting for me so uh,” you trailed off looking back at the van and your friends who were so (im)patiently waiting for you to join them.
atsumu’s breath quickened as you scooted a bit away from him, truly getting ready to leave. no, no, it couldn’t end like this, awkward and distant. no, he wasn’t going to let it.
“atsumu?” you asked worriedly, reaching out a hand to touch him when he didn’t respond but he couldn’t hear you. he felt hot all over, like he was going to explode or magically combust if he didn’t get the words out into the air.
“tsum, are you oka-“ “i’m in love with ya.”
you paused, shock written clearly all over your face. the fear of rejection slammed into atsumu like a brick, the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach like a rock but he still didn’t stop.
“i’m in love with ya and i have been for forever. yn, yer beautiful but yer face and body aren’t even the best part of ya, even though they’re pretty damn great. yer just-“
“tsum-“
“-yer so kind, especially when ya don’t need ta be. yer badass but ya care fer others so deeply and ya make me wanna be a better person. ya make me a better person. i know ya-“
“tsumu please-“
“-ya probably don’t feel the same and that’s alright but i needed ta tell ya, before ya leave and fall in love with some other scrub, just in case we can be happy together and-“
all of a sudden, your hands were buried in his shirt and you were pulling him close to meet your lips with his, your mouths meshing together in a soft and passionate kiss.
bliss. atsumu was in sheer bliss. your lips were as soft as he thought they would be as they moved with his, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you even closer to him.
sooner than he would have liked, his lungs started burning for air so he pulled back but not very far, instead resting his forehead against yours.
“i was trying to tell you i liked you too, idiot,” you muttered, your eyes still closed as you spoke. he chuckled, a wide grin overtaking his entire face as he really took in what you were saying.
you liked him back. you liked him. holy shit.
but instead of saying any of that, he decided to tease you a bit. “just like? if i recall, i just confessed my undying love for ya.”
you pulled back with a faux scoff, hitting him in the arm with a huff. “shut up you ass. of course i love you too.” you couldn’t keep your real smile off your cheeks while you confessed, your soft expression bringing another wave of desire over atsumu’s body.
“can, can i take ya inside angel?” he allowed his true intentions to be heard in his words, your eyes widening when you figured out what he meant. you nodded vigorously before shooting a look to makki and mattsun. mattsun just waved you off and got into his truck while makki yelled, “get that dick!”
you heated up horribly, grabbing atsumu’s hand and pulling him towards the house and to his room. he allowed himself to be dragged along, sending winks to the other boys as he went until the two of you were standing right in front of his door.
“i love ya,” he whispered, lifting your hand to his lips to place a gentle kiss there. you grinned. “love you too tsum.”
that must have been the final straw because the minute the words left your mouth, he was on you.
••• smut begin•••
pressing you up against the door, atsumu ravaged your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours as he walked you backwards into his room, laying you down on the bed so that he was hovering over you, his hips pressing hard against yours.
instinctively, you ground up into him, rewarding you with a loud groan and a gasp of your name. “fuck angel, yer killing me here,” he laughed breathlessly, rolling his hardness against your thigh. you let out a breathy moan and tangled your hands in his hair to bring him back down to your lips.
as you continued to kiss him, his hands scrambled at your waist, pushing his hands under it to grope at your chest. you giggled at the cold of his fingers but he didn’t pay it any mind, moving down from your mouth to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin there.
“ah, shit tsumu,” you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, just as he reached under your bra to tease your nipples. a startled gasp left you, your back arching into his careful touch. “that feel good angel?” atsumu asked, voice low and gravelly as he pinched the delicate bud, drawing another noise from your throat.
you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. you bit your bottom lip while he pulled your shirt and bra off, tossing them somewhere in the room. as he scanned your half naked body, he noticed you quieting yourself and he lightly shook his head. his thumb found its way to your lip, carefully pulling it from between your teeth.
“wanna hear ya angel, let me hear yer pretty noises, yeah?” without letting you respond, atsumu dove back into your chest, suckling one of your nipples into his mouth while toying with the other, a sigh of his name sending a bolt of arousal straight to his loins.
he grinded against you absentmindedly, losing himself in you, eventually switching sides to give the same treatment to your neglected bud.
while atsumu seemed to be having the time of his life attached to your tit, you were getting impatient, your arousal completely soaking through your underwear. you needed more.
tangling your fingers in his blond locks, you attempted to tug him away from your chest but his reaction was unlike anything you could’ve expected. “aahh!” he let out a strangled whine, his hips bucking against your side.
“please, tsumu, need more,” you breathed, his needy reaction not lost on you as pulled his hair a bit harder. you were not disappointed as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent moan before dropping his head to your shoulder.
“fuck, fuck, okay angel, i got ya, i got ya.” atsumu swiftly disposed of both yours and his bottoms and underwear before lifting your leg and positioning himself at your entrance.
“tell me if i hurt ya, alright? i love ya,” he smiled down on you, your heart swelling two times at his carefulness. “i love you too,” you replied, watching as his pupils grew and a low groan broke free from his chest.
“oh angel, ‘m gonna ruin ya.” that was the last thing he said before he pushed into you, both of you letting out whimpers as he stretched you open, the blunt head of his cock just a few centimeters shy of your cervix.
your back arched in pleasure, both of your hands scrambling until they found purchase on his back, your nails digging in just when he started to thrust shallowly into you.
“f-fuck, how’re ya s-so fuckin’ tight?” atsumu growled through gritted teeth, every word punctuated with a roll of his hips. you couldn’t respond as you were too overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every slow movement.
speaking of slow, he was moving way too leisurely for your tastes. you needed him to move faster and you knew exactly how to do it.
sliding your hand up from his back, you grabbed a good chunk of hair from the back of his head and pulled. his reaction was immediate and oh-so gratifying.
an honest to god whimper poured from his lips and he instantly thrusted all the way into you, his length driving into your g-spot perfectly. you both let out twin moans as he started rocking into consistently, every movement bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
“i love ya, i love ya so fuckin’ much, angel—shit—yer so amazing, i love ya,” atsumu rambled while pounding into you, deep curses and whines of your name interspersed with his declarations of love. if you could speak, you would reciprocate but you were too busy holding on for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion.
desperate for some kind of anchor to reality, you grasped onto his locks again, gripping tightly as drawn-out cries of his name slipped from your open lips. you were close, so close and he knew it too.
“feel ya clenchin’ around me like a good girl, ya gonna cum fer me? gonna cum fer me angel?” atsumu’s hand snaked down between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit, a shaky sob finding its way out into the open air.
“oh shit, yeah, ‘m g-gonna cum for you tsum, ‘s all for you,” you moaned, clamping down on him sporadically as you started to cum, your vision whiting out and your thighs trembling while you gushed around him.
your mind was floating off when you felt him cum with a shout, his warmth flooding you and spilling out as he collapsed onto your chest.
��•• smut over •••
the two of you lied there for a while, attempting to regain your brain and feeling in your legs. you vaguely made note of the wet rag cleaning between your thighs and the following weight falling down beside you but it was only after a few more minutes that you really came back to yourself, rolling over to lay on atsumu’s bare chest.
“holy shit, tsumu,” you said in awe, your boyfriend (!!) laughing at your reaction. “i’m just that good angel, what can i say?”
you groaned and hit him in the chest but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. “you are such a menace!”
“only fittin’ that i picked a gremlin ta be with then,” atsumu teased while playing with a piece of your hair. mock offense filled your chest as you sat up, fixing him with your ‘angriest’ glare.
“is that the kind of language you’ll be using in your vows, mister?” you were only joking but when atsumu’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his cheeks, you realized your mistake.
you opened your mouth to apologize or to make some kind of excuse but he beat you to the punch. “ya wanna marry me angel?” he asked, looking so vulnerable with hope shining in his brown irises. you couldn’t bear to lie.
“of course tsum, you’re it for me,” you reached out a hand to caress his cheek and he leaned into it, his own coming up to cup yours and hold it against his face.
“good.” and that was the end of that, that evening’s... extraneous activities having thoroughly tired to the point that you fell completely asleep with your face against one of his pecs.
if you had stayed awake a little longer, you would’ve seen atsumu pull out his phone and start a new note titled, “my angel.”
if i just said i loved you, it would be an understatement. it would be like saying the sun’s surface is just a bit warm or that the arctic is just a little chilly. it would be an injustice to you and to how i truly feel about you. love—
“-is a word that is much too soft and used far too often ta ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that i have in my heart for ya angel. ya acknowledge my strengths and ya accept my faults. ya make me wanna be a better person every day. so, today i vow ta laugh with ya and comfort ya during times of joy and times of sorrow. i promise ta always pursue ya, ta fight for ya, and love ya unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. ya are my best friend and i’m the luckiest person on earth ta call ya mine- wait are ya crying?"
the audience burst into laughter as you frantically tried to wipe away your tears, punching atsumu softly on the arm. “of course i am, you ass.”
the officiant cleared his throat, grabbing both of your attentions. “it is the bride’s turn to give her vows. if you may?”
you nodded and atsumu already felt like crying. again. he’d cried that morning while getting dressed and then again when you walked down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he had ever seen. now, as he watched you pull a folded piece of paper out of your bra, he knew he’d made the right decision in confessing to you, all those years ago.
he also knew he was definitely going to cry again.
“atsumu, falling for you wasn’t falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing that you’re home. today, i want to make you promises that i will always keep. i promise to never stop holding your hand or accepting your kisses. i promise to not hit you too hard when you insult me or call me a gremlin. i promise to share my food with you, to never go to bed angry, and to try and understand your obsession with professional men’s volleyball. i promise to love, respect, protect and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for i know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. i choose you. i’ll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, i’ll keep choosing you.
i used to never truly enjoy moments because i was always waiting for what's next. the next thing horrible thing to happen. now that i have you, i enjoy the moment. every moment.
today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but i already belong to you. falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. i love you.”
and at least in this lifetime
we’re sticking together
me and my husband
we’re sticking together
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kalliyen · 2 years ago
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Babysitting with Enha <3 (Maknae Line Ver.)
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(GIF is not mine! All rights and credits go to @yangjungwon)
Part 1 (Hyung Line) | Part 2 (Maknae Line)
Pairing: Maknae Line!Enhypen x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Fluff
Word Count: idk
Reader’s Pronouns: Not mentioned
Picture Credits: @yangjungwon
Mentions of: Kids
Disclaimer: Only a work of FICTION! I mean no harm to (member) or the rest of Enhypen, or any other people involved in this fic. This is only for entertainment and to make people happy, I mean no harm to any of the members Thank You.
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✎Kim Sunoo✎
-LOVES KIDS!
-kinda lmao depends on his mood, really.
-your mom was out and she told you to take care of your little sister
-you agreed, because what’s the worst that can happen?
-turn out the little rascal decided it wanted to be more of a menace than usual
-you call ur bf who’s good with kids and he tell you he’ll be there asap
-10 minutes he knocks at your door and walks into your house
-which is now A MESS
-throw pillows thrown everywhere, some mysterious dirt that came out of nowhere and you trying to catch your sister
-he grabs the little girl who was tryna slip past him and gives her a little lecture
-after that the 3 of you all helped each other to clean your house
-and after cleaning, he gave her a little snack and played with her
-leaving you absolutely baffled
-“why is she so calm and obedient with you but such a demon with me??”
-“it’s called the sunoo effect honey”
-“whatever 🙄😠”
✎Yang Jungwon✎
-neutral feeling about children
-doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them either
-just kinda meh
-doesn’t really care that you have to take care of your little brothers and just went to your house to spend some time with you
-he opens the door to see you laughing and baking with your brothers
-he’s poker face on the outside but internally he’s ‘AAAAAHHH’
-thinks you’re so cute and so sweet spending time with your brothers <33
-fell even harder for you, if that’s even possible?
-you notice him and gesture him over to your kitchen
-“won! Just in time, I was just about to ask you if you wanted to bake with my brothers and I! Come on!”
-you give him a cute apron with a bear print
-y’all baked cookies because it isn’t that hard and that’s what the boys wanted
-he had so much fun and became a little closer with your brothers <33
-it’s a win-win for him, he gets a baking date with you and your bros, he gets to eat the delicious cookies y’all made
✎Nishimura Riki✎
-y’all have seen the hello82 video right??
-he’ll get sooo soo excited to watch after a cute little kid
-“Y/N!! When are they getting here??”
-“Riki calm down they’re on the way here”
-he acts so cute like he’s about to make a new friend
-you told him you had to take care of your little cousin cause your aunt and uncle couldn’t find a baby sitter so you volunteered to help them
-when the little boy arrives he immediately talks to him
-“hi I’m Riki! Do you wanna play? What’s your name?”
-the boy gets a little startled and since he’s only ever meet you, he hides behind your legs
-Riki looks defeated he physically deflated
-after a crew hours your cousin, Ryuki, finally warms up and they both play pirates and villains together while your doing the dishes
-your heart swells up because they’re both so adorable 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
-Riki doesn’t say it out loud but u knows he gets sad when Ryuki is finally about to get home
-“it’s okay Riki, maybe we can look after Ryu another time!”
-“yeah hyung! I had so much fun with you today!”
-you both say your goodbyes and you and Riki cuddle while watching a movie 😔🫶🏻
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soft4gguk · 3 years ago
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to build a home | chapter seven
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Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc
Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. fluff. smut.
Word count: 13k (if u saw the post where i promised this one wouldn’t be 10k like the last one, no u didn’t 🤫)
Warnings: oral sex (m & f), deepthroating (did i say pj jk? my bad, i meant bj jk 😌), soft!dom jk, sub oc, fingering, everything is v wet, v graphic, dirty talk, protected penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming, they’re so smitten w each other through it all, loads of kissing <3, loads of lovin’, lil bit of angst but it has a happy ending, so much fluff, they’re so domestic, JUNGKOOK IS A DREAM, oc has 0 filter, shirtless jimin making coffee?, i think that’s it <3
Author’s note: i truly hope u enjoy this one <33 sorry for making it so long i got carried away and also!!! this is what happens when y’all put the image of dilf jk in those see through pyjamas in my mind and send me audio porn, ok? i go crazy!! i love u guys, sm. thank u for the love always!! i’m sending it right back paired w a million kisses ur way, as per usual. <3333 xxxxx
This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x
Texts in bold + italic resemble a recollection of past events.
Chapter Seven
“Tap into your awareness. Take a deep breath, feel the warm light spread all through your body – a golden hue that starts at the top of your head all the way to the tip of your toes. Bask in it, welcome the peace into every inch of your temple. Feel it in your core, that warm light – that tingle-”
You bring your steps to an abrupt halt.
“Bro, really?” You stare at your screen in disbelief, as if the sweet voice that was attempting to coax you into a peaceful headspace would apologize for how oddly arousing you found her meditative practice.
You pull at the string of your headphones, with more force than necessary for, you know, emphasis – shortly followed by a groan, all powered by frustration.
The worst kind of frustration there is.
“You know what I do when I’m really horny?” Lucy’s question snaps you out of your sulking.
You stay quiet for a couple of seconds, debating whether you want to know the answer to that or not. Today had been stressful enough – a long, slow Monday that had marked the highest temperatures the Summer had seen. A historical heatwave, they called it. Though your heat came less from the fact that the Earth is so polluted it reaches the 40s and more from your activities the day prior.
You decide to venture into her potential advice. “Tell me, Senpai.”
“I have sex with Jimin.” She simply shrugs, voice relaxed as she takes another lick of her strawberry iced lolly. You wince at how lewd she makes it look.
“You had sex for the first time like- yesterday.”
“Wrong. I made love for the first time two weeks ago.”
“My bad, Aphrodite.”
“You’re just bitter because I’ve had sex in your boyfriend’s house and you haven’t.” Her smile is roguish and you can’t help but return it, consequently shoving a pillow her way.
“You’re so bad. So, so bad.”
“The mattress had great elasticity, by the way. Like crazy comfortable. Like- oh! Duh. Like a hotel bed!”
You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “I don’t know what hurts the most – the fact that I want to know how comfortable his mattress is or that… he’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my boyfriend and therefore we have to take it slow. We have to be good, Lucy. We can’t let another playroom gate unfold.”
“I think playroom gate was totally healthy.”
That’s her new thing, preaching about the importance of a healthy sex life.
“Fuck, I know. I didn’t even know sex could feel like that. And we didn’t even go all the way.” Your breathing starts picking up, chest heaving slightly at the sole memory.
“Okay, okay. I’ll give you actual good advice. From a former virgin to a newly rebirthed one-” you narrow your eyes at her, another pillow ready to swing in her direction. She just giggles. “Meditate.”
“Meditate?”
“Yup. It really helps you relax and focus on the now. Consciousness and all that.”
“I am consciously horny. Now.”
She laughs. “Where’s Herbie?”
Herbie, also known as your vibrator.
“I don’t want Herbie!” You throw your hands up in defeat, sighing as they come down.
You’re fully throwing a tantrum, you’re aware. But you can’t help the tension that builds all through you. The way something in your lower belly drops like quickfire when you all but think about his face – his hooded eyes, glassy over how on edge he was. The red of his lips. The mess you’d made of his hair from running your hands through it, tugging whenever he had your hips bucking and your legs closing around his big, strong ones.
Here we go again.
Another groan.
Lucy gets serious all of a sudden, straightening up in her place on the couch. “Well, ___, then you’re gonna have to revaluate this whole taking it slow. Or, I don’t know, get on your knees and pray. Maybe he'll show mercy and, you know, whilst you’re at it...”
Meditation sucks.
Okay, you’re being dense.
Meditation as to treat sexual frustration sucks. Yet you keep gravitating towards it because for one, you already paid for the overpriced app subscription and two, it’s good white noise. It’s your third day in this torturous journey to tuning into your higher self who, presumably, is less horny and more collected. A true being of light. You decide to complement your spiritual practices with a nice walk – making sure to get out of the bus a few stops prior so you can collect yourself with the aid of some movement and fresh air until you have to come face to face with the very root of your distress.
You smile. That’s all it takes, really. One brief second of him crossing your mind. Fuck welcoming peace. Jeon Jungkook is so much better.
You pick up your pace, your whole demeanour giddying up at the fact that it’s only approximately twenty minutes until you see him again. Him and Soori, hand in hand as she practices her walking – big round eyes and puffy cheeks coming up to greet you, her little button nose scrunching up in excitement. Her expressions are a carbon copy of her father’s, whose face takes on the same motions at the sight of you.
When you finally make it to his front door, you can feel the excitement settling in your chest. It makes you think about how lucky you are – to be able to come to them.
You ring the doorbell and wait for a minute, smile adorning your face as you hear the door unlock from the inside as it begins to swing open. You take a step forwards, voice ready to chirp out your usual greeting for Mrs. Chae.
The words are caught in your throat as the door comes to an open and you’re met with Jungkook, a bright smile on his face as he holds Soori in his arms, her smile growing so wide it makes her pacifier slip from between her mouth.
All of it is unexpected – from having him open the door for you, to seeing him first thing in the morning and taking in his enthusiasm.
Jungkook is halfway out the door, free arm outstretched, ready to welcome you in it.
“What are you wearing?” Your words make him stop dead in his tracks, confused.
You just stare at him, unabashedly scanning your eyes through his body. He looks fresh out of the shower – hair silky and soft and a soft expression in his face that tells you he’s well rested. He looks good, that’s not it. What’s it is his outfit, if it can even be considered as such. He’s wearing a mesh, see-through olive green set. The short sleeve shirt and pants so sheer they leave little to the imagination as your eyes fall from the dark ink you can make out on his shoulder to his black briefs. The first couple of buttons in his shirt are undone and so is your sanity.
“Wha- oh. My pyjamas? It’s a cozy morning. We’re cozy, you see?” He motions to Soori as he says this and you take in her cute lilac sweatsuit, a soft pair of bunny slippers on her feet as they swing back and forth frantically. She smiles at you, letting you know she wants to be in your arms – almost surprised herself that she gets to see you earlier than usual.
“You sleep like that?”
“No, I don’t. I sleep-” but Jungkook doesn’t finish that sentence, for both of your sakes. “It’s a lounge set, now can you come in?”
You step inside, a chuckle escaping your lips. “A lounge set. That is so presump-” but before you can finish your witty remark, his arm snakes around your waist and his lips collapse against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. “Jung-,” you gasp, “what are you doing? Where’s Mrs. Chae?”
“She’s away. On vacation,” he says, lips still grazing yours. He places one last chaste kiss, smiling a little at the way you pout, still confused. He pecks your cheek before he finally says, “good morning.”
It’s going to be a long, long day.
“Morning,” your voice is a dreamy whisper, chest still flushed to his. Soori taps on your shoulder repeatedly, a bit more forceful than usual as she lets out a little whine, demanding your attention. She’s still getting used to having to share it. “Hi, princess. Good morning. How are you?” You take her from him as she jumps in your arms.
“Ouch,” he brings his hands to his chest dramatically, “so she gets all the morning love?”
“Now I see where she gets it from,” you tease, making him scowl at you. “Good morning, lounge princess.” You coo at him, pinching his cheek.
“Do you not like it?” He says, gaze dropping to take a look at his clothes as if he hadn’t just picked them himself.
You hold back a laugh, but your smile gives your amusement away. “It’s… different. You can rock it, though.”
He pouts. “You’re mean.”
“Naaaa,” Soori says, taking you by surprise.
“Yeah, Soo. Tell daddy.” You walk away as you say this, making your way to the kitchen.
He’s about to protest on your use of the forbidden word but his brain fails him, currently working at a solid 3% of its normal capacity. He opts for engaging in baby talk. That always helps. “Don’t flatter yourself. Everything is Na nowadays. We fall into the same category as the giraffe, the rubber ducky and… whatever’s edible, really.”
“So, are you working from home today?” You ask, strapping Soori in her high chair. Jungkook got a head start on her breakfast already and she waits patiently for it.
“Yeah. I pulled crazy hours yesterday so I told everyone to take it easy today. I still have a bunch of contracts to look through but, no meetings.”
“Ah, explains the fit.” You say, eyes glued to the apple you’re slicing.
He rolls his eyes, but walks towards you nonetheless. “Hey,” he towers you from behind, hands resting at either side of your body on the counter. “I missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday.” You mock nonchalance but he can hear the smile in your voice you hide from him.
“Well, yeah, but- I missed you. Like being able to hug you. And stuff.”
“And stuff,” you mimic, a playful tone to your voice.
“What did you put in your coffee this morning? You’re extra witty today, baby.”
Baby.
He hasn’t called you that since Sunday and your brain can’t grasp just how weak the pet name makes you. How you can physically feel your knees weakening, the way they write in poems and love songs.
Adoration with two pumps of horny, Jungkook. That’s what I put in my coffee.
You turn around, sheepishly smiling at him. His grin widens when he sees the light blush to your cheeks, arms leaving the counter and taking a step back. You miss his proximity already. “Nothing,” you sing-song, “I missed you, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He smirks before his head lowers, his lips on a journey to find yours.
Soori shrieks, pointing at her apple as she lets out her infamous, “Naaa.”
You turn to her and Jungkook takes a step back.
“Sorry, Soo. Coming right up.” You tell her.
You go back to slicing her fruit and Jungkook plates her eggs, cutting them into tiny pieces as he does the same with the toast, lathering some avocado on top.
“Sorry,” he says, avoiding your eyes. “We should probably…,”
“Behave. Whilst, you know, I’m on the clock and everything.” You finish his sentence for him, pressure so evidently swimming in the air, it could cut a diamond.
“Yeah- yes. Also… we should, you know. Take it slow.”
“Yeah,” you agree, voice casual but there’s a strain to it. “Sunday was just… a tiny mishap. Good, but- a mishap.”
“Yes. I mean, I don’t regret it-”
You turn to him, frenzied eyes meeting his. “Neither do I.”
“But we should probably go back to our programmed schedule of… taking it easy. Slow is good.”
“Slow is great.”
“Yeah,”
“Yeah.”
~
Slow is, to put it lightly, hell.
You’ve been tip-toeing around the sexual tension that follows you like a shadow wherever you go – physically and mentally.
Yet, besides the gruelling desire for him that you can’t help but welcome all through your body you can’t really ignore how it doesn’t just stop at that. It’s the closeness you crave – in more than just the physical aspect of your relationship. Or more so, your situationship. That also has your head looping in a frenzied, uncontrollable train of thought.
You can’t shake just how much you enjoyed having him sweep you in his arms and press your lips to his – Soori in his hold, the both of them welcoming you with bright smiles and a sense of home. One that you’ve tried to tame down from inside your chest since the morning. You feel foolish, but it’s inevitable – the way you thought something had drastically shifted inside of him. That he’d changed his mind, not really caring anymore about someone finding out. Not his friends, not Mrs. Chae, not a potential neighbour passing by. It’s a stretch, in all ways fathomable. Because in reality, you know that slow doesn’t stem so much from what people would think when they realize he’s engaging in more than professional affairs with his nanny; but more so from the fact that opening up, to you, to the world, hell – even to himself – is still dreadful to Jungkook.
“Naaa-na?” Soori blabs, shoving a fistful of noodles that overflow from her little hand your way.
“No, baby. Those are noodles.” You tell her, smiling sweetly and leaning your face on your hand as you stare at her.
“Nanana,” she half sings, half states – shaking her head as she gives you that signature bunny smile.
You can feel your heart seizing up in your chest. She looks so much like her dad.
“Hey, bun. You look so much like your daddy when you smile like that.” She just stares at you, giddiness not faltering once as she continues to eat her noodles. “You’re so cute, just like him.”
You gave your heart to Soori far before Jungkook began occupying it, too. She was so easy to love – wide eyed, curious and even though she never lost that easy spirit of hers, you could see how much the situation was affecting her. She would cry, sometimes for long stretches of time, inconsolably sobbing into your shoulder as you rocked her back and forth, attempting to put her down for her nap. Her eyes would tear up and her little body would shake in your arms and the process was exhausting enough to carry its essence throughout the day. At times, Jungkook would walk through the front door, finally back from work, and she would fall into his arms, a new wave of tears threatening to spill from her glassy eyes. She would stare at her dad, quivering chin and tucked bottom lip, as if wondering if he’d leave again in a matter of minutes.
You didn’t realize just how affected she’d been until you overheard Jungkook, Hobi and Kenny that night after the inauguration. The bitterness in his words when he claimed Ira didn’t love Soori enough to stay.
It was then that you grasped it, the severity of the reality she was living through when you stepped into her life. It made you want to do things differently back then. If you’d known, you would’ve been able to understand just why she dreaded being put into her crib during nap time – fighting sleep in your arms until her little body gave in. She couldn’t just be left there, always needing to fall asleep in your arms. She would toss and turn, whining when she saw you walk away. It made sense to you why doorway goodbyes would be filled with tears and how when Jungkook came back, instead of excitement she would feel relief – followed by a new wave of fear he’d leave again.
You stare at her – really look at her. A happy baby. Easy-going, loving and trusting. A peace about her that sometimes startles you when you leave her to play by herself for a couple of minutes and realize she’s awfully quiet; only to find her in her own little world, quietly babbling to herself and her ever-growing family of plushies. She’s got giggles and tickles and shrieks whenever she sees any sort of animal on the tv – real or animated.
She’s good, you think. She healed.
You know her world is small. Her hours seem shorter, days breezing by as she seems to grow up with every passing minute. Yet you can’t help but think how time truly did wonders for her.
Time and love.
You truly hope time is just as good with Jungkook.
Time, and yes – love.
~
By the time it takes you to get Soori cleaned up from lunch and into pyjamas, cozied up and tucked in bed, it’s nearing half past one. Jungkook hasn’t left his office since the morning after breakfast time was done for Soori, which is odd because he always makes sure he’s with her for lunch whenever he’s home – even if it’s just to make her a bottle and put her down for her nap. What’s even more worrying is he hasn’t eaten since either, and with his breakfasts consisting of coffee and whatever nibbles he can get out of Soori’s – it’s even more concerning.
You tidy up the kitchen, scroll through your phone aimlessly and when the clock marks 2 pm you worry enough to make your way to his office, gently knocking on the door in case he’s really submerged in something or on a call of some sort. When a couple of seconds go by and there’s no reply from the other side of the door, your overdramatic brain begins crafting stories of the worst-case scenario.
“Come in,” he says, making you sigh in relief.
You open the door, stepping inside and gently closing it behind you. “I thought you were dead.”
That makes his eyes snap from his computer to you in a millisecond, brow raised and a playful smirk adorning his features. “That’s extreme. Where’s Soori?”
“Napping.” You reply, walking closer to his desk.
“Shit- already? I lost track of time.”
“You have really bad eating habits.” Your voice is monotone, casual.
“I love it when you speak your mind,” he says, tone not entirely sarcastic. His eyes are glued back to the screen of his computer. “Hey, can you help me with something?”
“Me?”
He hesitates for a second, looking up as he says, “yes, you.”
“I don’t know how much I can help with whatever goes on at the other side of this desk but, sure.” You say as you make your way towards him.
“Why’d you say that? You’re very smart.”
His comment flusters you. “Tell me how I can be of service then.”
“I’m writing this speech for a charity event we’re hosting next week and, I don’t know. I feel like it sounds very impersonal. Sort of like- a template. I don’t like it.”
“Ah. Then yes, I can definitely help.”
“Come on, Maya Angelou. Time to shine.” He says, rolling slightly to the side on his big leather chair so you can take a better look at his computer, a half-written speech on the screen.
You lean forwards, hands resting on his desk as you bent some, eyes fixed on the document as you scan through the words, analysing them. He feels slightly exposed. He also feels an intractable impulse to sit you on his lap. Not to necessarily do anything too sinful just – hold you.
He decides to be gentlemanly instead.
“Here, sit down-” he begins, body halfway up as he begins to stand. You just wave your hand at him in dismissal, murmuring a string of no, no’s. You look very focused and Jungkook decides to leave you be, sitting back down on his chair.
From what you can take, it’s a charity event to gather funds for a school for blind and disabled children. It’s heartfelt and compassionate, at times a bit informal even. It makes you smile, thinking about how much it feels like you’re reading a journal entry – written by none other than Jeon Jungkook.
“It’s good. I see what you mean, though, by trying to make it less impersonal. But I don’t think it’s impersonal at all. Whenever you want to transmit feelings whilst keeping your tone formal you do need some certain balance, though. Just so it doesn’t lose the tonality that makes up a speech. So, here- may I?” You say, fingers dancing close to the keyboard.
“Yes, yes. Of course,” he says.
You get to work, giving him pointers, asking him to write the sentence so you can twitch it a bit – expanding his vocabulary with fancy words that only end up making the speech more sincere. Approachable, as you say. By the third paragraph, he’s pretty much got it – having perfected it and added enough for it to be up to his standards.
“Thank you. I’ve never finished writing anything so quick in my life,” he tells you.
“You’re welcome. You should eat something,” you smile at him but it’s in a slightly patronizing way that makes his chest flutter when he realizes you worry about him.
“I will, I just- have to go through this one contract,” he returns.
“I thought you said you told everyone to take it easy today?”
“Yeah, them. Not me. It’s enough of a treat to be able to stay home, though.”
“Is the contract really long?” You’re stalling, not wanting to leave his side just yet.
“Yeah, look.” He places a stack of papers in front of him, bible-thick.
Your eyes widen. “Holy shit.”
He snorts, head thrown back as it turns into laughter. “Yes – holy shit, alright. What’s even worst, look at the tiny font” he says, skimming through the pages.
You gasp, a bit more dramatically than intended. But it doesn’t stop there. “I’m sorry you have to sit through agonizing paperwork,” your voice is sweet and you bring your hand to his head, giving him a soft pat. Or at least that’s the original intention.
He keens into your touch, leaning his head to the side slightly. So, inevitably, you find yourself carding your fingers through his hair – caressing softly. It’s an innocent touch, you know it and Jungkook knows it, too. So, he pushes all impulses aside and gives into it. it’s comforting to say the least and soon enough he’s returning the affection with a harmless touch of his own as he runs his knuckles down the soft skin of your free hand that rests at your side.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice low as he tries to remember exactly what he’s agreeing on.
“Still, you need to… recharge. Fuel and all that. Unwind,” you don’t mean for the last word to resemble a whimper but you can’t really stop it as it leaves you.
“Mhm. Your company helps though,” he says, sweet words matching his sweet face yet highly contrasting to the shadow that casts upon his gaze. Eyes dark with a hint of a glimmer in them.
“T-that’s good. I’m- glad. I can, um, get you something. To eat, I mean. You know, bring it here.” You offer, brain convincing you your voice sounded way more collected than it actually did.
He smiles. “No, that’s alright. Thank you, though.”
He just looks up, staring at you with that side smirk that makes your bones feel like jelly, bringing your hand closer to him as he laces his fingers with yours.
“You’re welcome.”
He simply hums, thumb caressing your hand ever so softly.
Slow. It’s written in both your gazes as your eyes lock with his, only missing them when you blink, a slow motion that makes your eyelids feel heavy with every passing second.
Slow. The same way he pulls you closer. Close enough to step between his legs before you instinctively fall into his touch completely, sitting on his lap.
Slow. Just like your touch as the hand that isn’t still intwined in his cups his cheek, stroking softly – slowly.
Slow. In the way he smiles, face relaxing as he leans into your touch, eyes closing as he basks in the feeling of your hands on his skin.
Slow. Like the words that fall from your lips as you say, “let me take care of you.”
Jungkook sighs, eyes fluttering once, then twice before he nods. Rationality catching up with him way too slowly to deny you.
Your hands snake past the collar of his shirt, eyes locking with his as he shudders under your touch. Your nails scraping lightly at the warm skin on his shoulders before you dig your fingers into the flesh. He tenses for a second before his whole body finally relaxes, melting into the chair as he lets out a faint moan – hand firmly squeezing at your hip before it lands on your ass.
“You know – it’s growing on me,” your fingers dance over his chest, nails brushing softly as they land on his sternum, “your lounge set.”
“Is that why you want to take it off of me?” He asks, raising his brows, a lopsided smirk forming at his lips when he feels your fingers work his buttons undone.
You let out a soft chuckle. “Not necessarily.”
“Hm, fine,” he lets outs a soft whimper when you release the last button, pausing for a second to take in his reaction before your hand travels upwards, running over his toned abdomen. His skin is so tan – so golden, you salivate at the sight. “I’ll believe you.”
His pretty eyes fall shut, lids heavy as his focus fixates on the way your hands feel as they run through his skin – like wood to a fire, only making his own flame burn brighter for you. Hotter. Your hand settles over his chest, right on top of his heart and he’s positive you can feel it beating in your palm as his breathing starts to pick up at the promise of you.
Jungkook’s brain isn’t necessarily going places of where said promise will land. In fact, he didn’t really know what your words entitled when he agreed to them. But it sure as hell shocks him like a punch to the gut when he feels your touch faltering, hand falling lazily on his lower stomach as your movements follow and he immediately misses your proximity. In slight disbelief and disappointment, he opens his eyes, mouth instinctively forming a pout that doesn’t quite see completion when he sees you shifting your weight onto the floor, settling between his open legs. He nearly chokes on his spit, the peaceful trance your touch had him on long lost as you bite your lip, eyes pleading what your words don’t. You’re waiting – that innocent look masking your sinful thoughts as you leave his fate in his own hands.
And once again, Jungkook can’t deny you. Not when you look like that. Not when he’s craved you since the very moment he had his first taste of you – of that one thing he didn’t know he wanted so much. The one thing he dared think rationality could triumph, only to be hit with the realization that whatever magnetic pull draws you to him is bigger than him and all his self-control combined. So, he lets his hand cup your cheek, fingers closing around your jaw, skimming through your skin until his thumb presses on your bottom lip. You never once shift your gaze from him, even when his own travels to your mouth as it parts slightly, enough to let his thumb hook itself between your teeth as your tongue circles around it. His face contorts in pleasure, upper lip tugging up before his teeth pulls his bottom one in.
You lean forward, fingers running teasingly over the waistband of his pants.
He hisses, tummy caving in at the feeling. “Don’t tease,” he warns.
“I’m not. Just going slow,” you say, faux innocence lacing your tone.
His laugh is throaty and it hitches in his chest when he feels your palm close around the outline of his clothed cock. It throbs and thickens in your hold as you squeeze, gripping him firmly, a moan escaping his lips at the sudden contact. The sound lands right in the pit of your stomach and your fingers hook inside the waistband of his pants, tugging his briefs along as you drag them down until they pool around his ankles. His cock jerks as it sits across his pelvis and a deep groan ripples straight out of his chest as your hand wraps around it and your tongue licks a thick strip from base to tip before you’re hollowing your cheeks and sucking frivolously around the head.
“Ngh- fuck, baby. Fuck.” His voice is strained and raspy, hand tangling in your hair as he tugs on it slightly.
He feels even bigger around your mouth than he did in your hand, sitting heavy on your tongue as you rasp for air. Your hand pumps at his shaft, stimulating the places your tongue can’t reach as the tip moves in rapid, controlled movements over his frenulum, making him gasp – the airy little sound lilting at the end, turning into a moan.
Jungkook’s jaw clenches, breaths coming out erratically and his chest heaves as your mouth closes around his cock once again, head picking up pace at the push and pull of your mouth – the back of your throat tempting his tip more and more with every thrust.
“Like that, baby. Fuck. Take it all,” and that’s enough incentive for you to sink your warm mouth all the way in, making his cock pulse as you gag around the head a couple of times before your throat closes around it in swallowing motions. His mouth parts in a silent moan, eyes fighting to stay open as he feels the way your mouth suctions around him, sending him to heaven and back. He’s never seen anything so heavenly take on a lewd act like this – sin in your eyes, and sin in the way you moan in utter pleasure when you finally release his cock from the tight constraints of your throat, gasping for air as thick teardrops fall from your eyes all the way down your pretty face.
His thumb swipes them away. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re so good, so fucking- mmm,” his praises are interrupted as you wrap your tongue around his tip, circling languidly as your eyes look up at him, pleading him to go on. “Feels so fucking good. You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock, angel.”
You moan, the vibrations making his hips buck and tighten his grip on your hair as you lower yourself on him all the way, repeating that same menacing action, only this time with more intention – determined to have him unravelling under you, milking his cock and taking him impossibly lower as you move your head in sharp little thrusts, accommodating him until your gag reflex is non-existent.
“Shit- don’t stop, don’t stop- you’re gonna make me cum, ___.” His head is thrown back, eyes tightly shut as he bites onto his lip with enough harshness to level him back into the moment, forcing him to look at you again. You’re a fucking sight to behold – that much his head can grasp in its hazy, fucked-out state. It confuses him slightly, how he can feel that tug in his heart whenever your eyes meet his and you hold his gaze, your pretty lips wrapped around his fat cock like the dream that you are. The way it makes his heart rate pick up until he can feel it travel to his stomach, the feeling lacing around the tight knot that forms there as he begins to tip over the edge.
That’s what makes him lose it – the total adoration he feels for you right this moment as you work his cock with your warm, wet tongue, reading him perfectly and complying. Completely surrendered to aiding his pleasure, his responsiveness only adding to yours. That insane need to feel you closer going beyond the physical as your connection deepens and he can feel it. He can see it in your eyes and he has no hints of a doubt you see it in his as you return that same adoration his gaze holds. His cock kicks against your tongue and he hisses out a moan, head falling to the side as he takes you in, mouth agape as that knot snaps inside of him.
“Baby, baby,” he warns, tapping his fingers gently on your cheek. You simply sigh, mouth full of him as you take him impossibly deeper. “Oh fuck. Ffuck- I’m cumming, I’m-”
You can feel the way his cock spurts string after string of his release, straight into your throat, cock twitching as you milk him – his moans only enticing you further as you swallow every last drop. Your tongue licks at his crown as you give his shaft languid pumps and his head falls forwards, mouth parted in awe as he rides the bliss you’ve just bestowed upon him. He’s absolutely wrecked but he doesn’t want you to stop – not even as his body cringes in oversensitivity and he’s whimpering, the hand in your hair tugging slightly as he pulls you away. He stares at you, intently.
“That was so good, baby. You’re so good,” he tells you, fingers caressing at your scalp.
“Koo,” you whisper, gasping slightly as he stands up, holding you by the arms as you follow and your knees give out once your feet touch the ground.
“Yes, baby?” His voice is low as he walks you backwards until your hands grip at his desk, one of his legs snaking between yours and pushing them apart until you’re sitting on top of the cold surface.
“I-I like to be good. For you,” your voice shakes, demeanour taking on a submissiveness that you find inevitable when he has you like this – legs trembling even though he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“Is that so, baby?” You nod. “I know you do. And you are,” he says.
“Y-yeah,” you sigh.
“And you know what?” He asks, fingers cupping around your face.
“W-what?”
“Good girls get rewards.”
You moan, audibly and loud, right in his face – lips parting as his grip around your jaw tightens. “Yes, please. I want you. I want you so bad,” you cry.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Yes.”
He brings your face closer to his, lips pressing against yours in a needy, sloppy kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth and licking at your own as your teeth clink, heads leaning to the side. So wanting – so deeply surrendered to your impulses and the very root of your desires.
It lasts a good minute, the two of you bubbled up in your little world – the same one where boundaries come to die and slow takes on a new form. Where little exists besides you and him.
And the way it starts – slowly, tentatively – is not the same way it ends, as you’re abruptly taken out of the moment. The bubble bursting in a split second as both your phones ding repeatedly, the baby monitor notifying you Soori is in the early stages of waking up, signalling you have approximately three minutes to make it to the nursery before she’s fully awake.
“Fuck.” You say, hit with reality.
“It’s okay. I’ll go get her, don’t worry.” He reassures, his hand on your face taking on a softer touch.
“Okay. I’ll be right there in a minute.”
“Take your time,” he says before placing a soft peck to your cheek.
Slow is hell, yes. Even when it’s heavenly.
~
You do as he says and take your time in the bathroom. You comb through your hair, brush your teeth and even re-apply your mascara; you’d made a mess of it with his cock down your throat and the hefty splash of cold water you threw on your face as to calm down the buzz that still ran through your body.
The ache between your legs beats you, though. No idea on how to even begin to tame it down. At least not in an appropriate way.
You stare at the mirror – finally presentable from the outside but a whirlwind of chaotic sexual frustration on the inside that doesn’t really escape your eyes. You try to remember the breathing exercises feel-the-tingle-in-your-core lady has been trying to teach you for the past three days. They work – your heart rate finally calming down and breathing steading back to normal in inhale and exhale motions. You still feel the tingle in your core, though – and not the spiritual one.
When you finally make it out of the bathroom, the house feels eerily quiet and you assume Jungkook and Soori are in the kitchen. You fix your dress, taking a deep breath as you begin to make your way to them.
“Heeey,” Jungkook coos at Soori when you step into the kitchen. “Look who’s here, baby.”
Her big, round eyes are red and she sniffles back some crocodile tears, rubbing her little hands on her eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong, princess?” You say, rounding the kitchen counter until you’re finally face to face with her.
“She woke up a little fussy. I think she had a nightmare.” Jungkook explains, lips smooching at her temple.
“Oh, no, baby girl. Do you want cuddles and Animal Planet?” You ask her and the soft of your voice is enough for her to fall straight into your arms. You hug her to you, gently swaying her from side to side when she nuzzles her head in your shoulder.
“I’ll be right there; I’m just heating up some noodles.” He tells you and you nod, making your way to the living room.
You get her nice and comfy, propping her up in the middle of the couch in her favourite pillow – the one she used to lay on when she was smaller, having now outgrown the habit as she becomes more mobile. She loves it nonetheless, though, and she lays on her side, face nuzzling against the plush fabric as she brings her pacifier to her mouth. Her fingers play with her little ears – something you notice she does to soothe herself.
You turn the Animal Planet on, relieved when you see today’s special is a documentary on sea turtles. Soori friendly – no lions devouring emus, as much as she seems to not mind it. You run your fingers over her silky hair and smile when she sighs at the feel of the comforting gesture.
Jungkook joins the two of you a minute later, sitting next to Soori as he watches the documentary intently – seemingly immersed in the importance to preserve the sea turtles. He slurps his noodles and you’re ashamed to admit the noise is doing you zero favours – everything just triggering that ball of tension in your gut.
“So,” he whispers when he’s sure Soori is fully engrossed in The Animal Planet. “Slow is hard.”
You scoff at the irony his sentence holds and Jungkook can tell you’re wind up. Not necessarily angry, just… frustrated.
“Yeah, you don’t say.” Is all you return, eyes still glued to the screen of the big TV.
“Are you… okay?” He asks and you hate how it immediately registers in your brain – what he’s referring to.
“Yeah, but can we please not talk about it?”
He doesn’t miss the way your thighs rub together for a second before you’re crossing your legs, breath picking up a notch. It sends a jolt straight to his gut and then south.
“I’m sorry, ___,” his voice sounds fallen and when you meet his gaze you notice his face is, too.
“It’s not your fault, Gguk. It’s okay. I just think that, maybe we should… figure this whole slow thing out because we seem to be awful at following whatever unspoken rule it entails.”
“Yes. Yes, I agree. That’s why I was thinking that maybe… we could go on a date.” His words are firm, like he just came up with the world’s brightest idea.
“A date?” Your voice gets that dreamy nature that characterizes you so well and, in that moment, he genuinely believes he has, in fact, come up with the world’s brightest idea.
“Yes. We said we wanted to get to know each other. I don’t think we’ve had much time to do that. And I want to do that – so, so badly, ___.”
“Me too.” You admit. “But I mean… how will that help? If anything, I think it’d just worsen our… situation regarding the slow.”
“I think that it’s a good step towards the right direction. Also, a good opportunity to actually take it slow – just enjoy each other’s companies. I like talking to you. I can do that for one evening, no problem.” You don’t miss the way his features soften, cheeks blushing at his sudden outburst of honesty.
You smile. “Okay, we can do that.”
“Why don’t you come over on Saturday? Soori goes down at 7. You can come over at 7:30 – I’ll cook.”
“Noodles?” You tease.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
“Done deal.”
~
Saturday rolls around faster than you’d expect considering the things we look forward to the most seem to be the furthest away. But, to your luck, this one breezes in – welcomed by none other than Elton John himself as he serenades you into wakefulness.
“Elton,” you say, still half asleep. “I’m going on a date today.”
You have a smile on your face, bringing the covers over you and cozying up in the warmth of your bed.
Your eyes snap open.
“Elton, I’m going on a date today.”
This time the statement takes on a less dreamy pitch. In fact, you sound straight up terrified. You can feel the butterflies take on their routine flight in your tummy – fluttering more erratically than usual.
The thing about Jungkook is that he has a way of making things feel so right. Your mind automatically eases itself around him better than with any failed attempt at meditating. When he says things, it’s always in such a reassuring manner – you used to think it was just the dad in him coming out. But in reality, you’ve realized he simply embodies confidence through and through.
When he suggested you two go on a date you didn’t hesitate once. And even though you tried to suppress it, you felt like a silly little schoolgirl at the prospect of seeing him in such context. On a date. Just the two of you.
It still feels right. So good. You’re excited, you are. But you also can’t help but feel nervous.
“Oh God, Elton. Help,” you don’t necessarily know why you’re asking for help but you’re also talking to Elton John, who keeps blasting Tiny Dancer through the speakers of your phone so, the cause was hopeless from the beginning. “Oh my God. What do I wear?”
You sulk for a minute longer in bed, finally deducting that the prior does no good.
It’s just a date.
In his home.
The one you’re highly familiar with.
It’s just Jungkook.
Fuck. It’s Jungkook.
You get out of bed, giving your head a little shake to finally wake your body up, deciding to finalize it with some coffee. You can smell it already – only a few steps away in your tiny, cozy kitchen, brewed by the heavenly hands of your loving best friend.
“Lucy Lu-” the sight before you cuts your song short as you yelp in surprise, definitely not expecting to see a shirtless Jimin behind your kitchen counter, coffee pot in hand.
“___!” He greets, shooting a big smile your way as he pours some coffee into your favourite jar, making you frown.
“Hi…,” you shouldn’t be surprised, he is dating your best friend after all. But you’re (secretly) dating his and this is all too close for comfort.
He’s talking but you’re not listening, too enthralled by your own train of thought. You only register his last words. “– Like Ggukie.”
“What.” It’s not a question.
“Um… your coffee? Iced Americano, right?”
“Oh. Yes. Yes. Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You say as you take the coffee from his hands, your favourite jar back in your possession.
“Headed to the library?” He asks, sipping on his warm cup of coffee.
“Yeah, in a little bit.”
“Was that Tiny Dancer I heard?”
“Yup. It’s better than Marimba.”
“You do have a point there,” he gives. “What are you doing later? Wanna catch a movie with us?”
You don’t lie.
You hate lying.
Not because you think lies will send you straight to hell the way your mom made you believe when you were growing up.
Simply because you do it so badly.
“No.”
“No?”
“I don’t want to catch a movie with you guys.”
“Oh,” Jimin is confused and it’s evident all over his face. You’ve never been anything but nice to him – in fact, at times it takes him by surprise just how nice you are.
“Yeah, sorry. I just hate the movies.” You add, because of course, why not make it worse with another awfully executed lie. Who hates the movies?
“Oh. Well, we can do something else? Maybe grab some dinner? Drinks? There’s this new pizza place Lucy has been wanting to try-”
“No, I’m… tired. From the week. I think I’ll have an early night tonight. Thank you for the offer though!” You slur the last of that sentence before you’re downing your coffee. Jimin winces, that’s definitely gonna kick in way too fast.
“No worries-”
“Gotta go get ready! Bye!”
You scurry the short steps back to your room, closing the door abruptly once you’re inside.
Jimin laughs.
He can’t help but wonder just why you would tell Elton John about your mysterious date tonight yet avoid telling him at all costs.
~
You and Jungkook’s front door have been through hell and back together. You can’t even begin to count the number of feelings your face has perfectly mirrored right in front of this very door.
Your eyes turn to the doorbell. You huff, laughing a little to yourself as you think of the first time you stood outside his home – in total awe, yet absolutely crucifying his use of top-notch technology on something so mundane like a doorbell.
You feel nervous. But you also feel so, so happy.
You don’t understand just why it’s taking you so long to press your finger into the screen and ring for him.
Because the anticipation is sweet, your heart tells you. Because you put on your favourite dress tonight – just for him. Because waiting the minute between ringing the doorbell and finally seeing him is going to be torture in the best way possible. Because you could write ten thousand poems on this moment alone.
You ring on the doorbell.
You let out a long exhale, swaying back and forth a little as you wait.
Your aforementioned prediction was wrong. It takes him much less than a minute to open his front door.
“Hi,” you tell him, voice sweet and an even sweeter smile following.
He doesn’t care that he’s probably acting a fool right now, just standing there – staring. He does it anyways. You look so beautiful. So soft and gentle. Your dress is silky, a pastel green colour that looks so good with the tan of your skin. It falls past your shoulders, tying at the middle of your chest. It’s a bit shorter than the ones he’s used to seeing you in and your duality hits him once again. Your hair cascades over your shoulders in soft curls – also a new sight for him.
He can’t help it when he speaks his mind.
“You are so beautiful.”
It’s not you look so beautiful in Jungkook’s book. No. You’re just beautiful and he wonders why he doesn’t greet you like this every day.
“So are you,” you tell him, a soft giggle passing your lips as you grow shy at his words.
His dress shirt is white and clean, but it takes on a more relaxed feel with the collarless fit and the soft blue of his jeans.
“Come in,” he says, stepping to the side as you walk inside his home. He notices you’re holding a knitted, yellow mesh bag. “What’s in there?”
“Oh!” You begin, excitedly. “I got Soori some books from the library. These are great to learn new words. And I got us dessert.”
“Thank you,” he presses a kiss against your lips, growing soft over the fact you still think about Soori, even when today is about you two.
“You’re welcome. Do you like peaches?”
“Yes, why?”
“Peaches and cream!” You say, bringing the bag closer to his line of vision as he makes out the plump shape of them.
“Don’t tell me you’re a fruit for dessert type of person.”
“Hey, they’re in season.” You argue, that pout he loves back on your lips. “Plus, don’t even start with me. You’re a cheese for dessert type of person.”
“What’s wrong with cheese for dessert?”
“I’d try to explain it to you but it’s a lost cause considering you’re also a lounge set type of person.”
He laughs, loud and airy, making your heart flutter at having that effect on him.
“I’m a sweet things for dessert type of person.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You joke as you follow his lead to the kitchen, hand in his. “It smells so good. What’s for dinner, Chef?”
He clears his throat. “Crispy honey orange glazed salmon.”
You gasp. “Oh me, oh my.”
“With my famous oven roasted rosemary potatoes,” he says, walking you closer to the oven so you can see them cooking. “Oh. And a kale and walnut salad.” He winks.
“Oh my God, you can actually cook.”
“It comes naturally,” he brags. “Well, that and a hidden passion for The Cooking Channel.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. Like me any less for it?”
You chuckle, walking closer to him. “Not one bit.”
Your kiss is soft, like your arms in his hands when they caress your skin. And for the first time since you’ve agreed on slow, Jungkook actually enjoys it. It makes something jump at his insides when he thinks about how it feels like tonight, he has all the time in the world with you.
“I thought we could eat outside? The weather’s so nice.”
“I’d love that.”
You help him plate the food – garnishing it a little the way Lucy has taught you and he gasps in surprise, genuinely paying attention as you ramble on about the wonders of little green leaves and how you like your food more when it’s photogenic.
“Please, stop reminding me you grew up with the internet,” he tells you, closing his eyes dramatically as you tell him about your secret food rating Instagram account.
“Do you like me any less for it?” You ask, mimicking his previous words.
“Not one bit,” he kisses you. “But stop reminding me.”
You laugh. “Let’s eat, dad. You’re lucky I don’t rate my friend’s foods – you’d be breaking under pressure right now.”
Even though he laughs at your remarks he doesn’t miss the way you say friends.
He doesn’t know exactly what feelings the word stirs inside of him but he finds himself pondering on it for a little longer than usual. Technically, he is your friend. It’s a twisted thought, all things considered, but he can’t really deny it.
Why does it make him feel slightly uneasy, then?
~
The set-up is simple but you don’t miss the romantic atmosphere that clouds upon the space.
Jungkook’s backyard is illuminated by dim, yellow lights. Besides the blue water of the pool that you can make out at the far end, not a lot picks up colour, enclosing the two of you in a comforting darkness. Two tall, white candles sit in the middle of the table – shining direct light onto the two of you, shadows dancing with the flames.
The food is delicious and the wine is rich with hints of sweet cherry and even though you’ve never gravitated towards red it slowly becomes your favourite – forever tied up to this memory.
“Why literature?”
Your answer comes without hesitation. “Why love?”
“Is all literature a work of love?”
“To some extent.”
“But some of it is about pain. Life. Loss. Anger.”
“All emotions romanticised in order to tell a story.”
He looks at you for a moment but you don’t shy away from his gaze once. He likes the courage you take on when you talk about the things you love.
“Do you write about me?”
That does it, eyes lost for a second before they fixate on the slow dancing flame of the candle in front of you.
“I do.”
“In what romanticised emotion?”
“All of them,” you sigh.
He smiles. “I wish I could write about you.”
“Why?”
“I think I’m understanding it now. The need to encapsulate memories in order to not forget them.”
“When a memory is good it never truly fades.”
“Yes, but when it feels like this you want to hold on to every last detail.”
“I’ll write about it. I’ll write enough words for the two of us.”
~
After dinner, you two take on different tasks to tidy up the kitchen as fast as possible. It’s nice, the conversation you had at the table never lost – just a more casual continuation of it.
Jungkook is funny, kind. At times he speaks with the wonder and softness of a weightless soul and your heart is still trying to digest that information – the notion that he is so lovable tugging at every last string.
“Wanna watch a movie as we eat your peaches and cream?” He asks, passing you a clean plate as you dry it with a towel.
“Keep up the attitude and I will eat them all.”
He chuckles. “What do you want to watch, baby?”
“Something scary.”
That takes him by surprise. “What?”
“Yeah!”
You begin reciting all of your favourite horror movies to him – a keen interest for the psychological thrillers.
“Ooh, ooh! Should we watch The Orphan? It’s about- no. I’m not telling you. I’ll ruin the whole thing,” you say.
He stares at you for a minute, slightly dumbfounded. “We can watch whatever you want.”
“The Orphan it is!”
~
Jungkook has never felt more on edge throughout a movie in his entire life.
And for someone who claims to love spooky movies (your words, not his) you sure do jump and shriek a whole lot through the majority of the film.
But, like a teenage boy, Jungkook enjoys how scared you get – taking advantage of it and wrapping you in his arms, keeping you safely tucked in his hold.
Your legs are thrown over his lap and your head rests on top of his chest and you’re all over. You’re all over and he loves it all. The way you smell and the way your voice resonates on his chest as you comment on the movie. The way your skin shivers when his hand moves mindlessly over your arm at times. It all feels so good to Jungkook. So right.
By the time the credits roll in, darkening the screen and the room, your bodies are tangled together. As the movie reached its climax, Jungkook’s body had fallen on top of yours, legs lacing around your own and head resting on top of your chest as your fingers ran through his scalp gently.
“That was wild. You watch this for fun?” He asks, body not moving an inch, completely melted under your touch.
You yawn, giggling a little at the way his words are muffled by the way his cheek presses on your chest. “Hey, you got really into it towards the end.”
“Yeah, because the orphan was a thirty-two-year-old, whack-out-of-her-mind loonie!” He looks up at you. “You sleepy?”
“A little. I should probably head home.”
“How are you getting home?”
“I’m taking the bus,” you tell him, fingers falling from his hair to his cheek.
“It’s late…,” his face softens. “You can always stay here.”
You pause for a second. “You sure?”
He is. Tonight proved a lot to Jungkook. New depths attached to his feelings that he slightly shies away from – the intensity throwing him aback. But nonetheless he gets a glimpse of them and at surface level. He enjoys them.
It also proved that you guys can be close without tempting slow in a dangerous way. I mean just look at the two of you – bodies lost in one another without crossing any lines.
“Yes, I’m sure.” He gives you a tender smile, his warmth leaving you as he gets up from the couch, hand outstretched for you to take. “Come on, let’s get you some warm clothes. We can watch The Cooking Channel to rub The loonie Orphan off.”
~
You stand in the middle of his closet, a bit overwhelmed by its grandness. You are shit at dimensions but you’re pretty sure it’s bigger than your room.
“How many black and white shirts can one person own?” You ask, eyes widening as he changes into sweatpants and an oversized white shirt.
“Just pick something already, baby.”
“You pick. And it’s okay if you want to give me your least favourite shirt – I’ve done that with my friends, too.”
There goes that word again.
He brushes it to the side, standing in front of the tall railings and rummaging through his clothes
“Here,” he says, passing you a soft, white hoodie and matching sweatpants.
“Thank- is this Balenciaga?”
“___, just put it on. Let’s go to bed.”
You oblige, discarding your dress and stepping into the sweatsuit, rolling the waistband a couple of times until they don’t fall around your hips, basking in the coziness of the oversized sweatshirt around your frame.
He stands in front of the sink, passing you an extra toothbrush and squeezing some toothpaste over the bristles before he does the same with his own.
You two just stand there, brushing your teeth and staring at each other on the reflection of the mirror, smiling quickly before both your eyes divert – suddenly shy at the intimacy of the action.
He’s done first, pressing his lips on your cheek before he exits the bathroom, letting you know he’s going to check on Soori one last time before bed.
Once you’re done, you rinse your mouth, staring at yourself in the mirror for a couple of seconds. If you let it, your mind will roam to faraway places, digging into every corner this moment holds. You don’t let it. Simply taking it for what it is and letting yourself enjoy it.
His bed is big and you don’t really know which one is his side so, a little dubious, you opt for simply sitting right in the middle of it, crossing your legs as you fidget with your fingers – waiting for him.
When Jungkook steps inside his bedroom, he makes a mental note to remember this sight.
He likes it a little too much, he realizes.
You smile at him when you see him and he returns it, walking towards the bed.
“Which is your side? Are you a one side of the bed person or an in the middle or a don’t really care-” you’re rambling, a tell-tale sign that lets Jungkook know that you’re nervous. He laughs, making you pout as you stop talking.
“Left side. You?”
You shrug. “I like the middle.”
His knees sink into the mattress as he walks himself closer to you.
“It’s all yours,” he says, coming to hover over you.
“T-thanks,” you look up at him, eyes meeting his.
“You’re welcome,” he tucks a strand of fallen hair behind your ear, his touch sweet. “You’re so pretty.”
“You’re really hot.”
Your honesty makes him laugh. “Is that all there is to me?” He teases.
You roll your eyes. “It’s not and you know it.”
His smirk is playful, contrasting the sweetness in his features. “You’re really hot, too.”
“Jungkook…”
“Tell me, baby.”
“I-I think we should play The Cooking Channel a-and go to bed n-now.”
He inches closer as you shuffle your body backwards slightly.
“Or what?”
“I’m not gonna want to stop.”
Out of every answer he could’ve expected the boldness of your choice of words falls far in the list. He raises one eyebrow at you, cocking his head to the side.
“I like you, ___. I like you so much.”
“I like you, too.”
“And I don’t want to stop either.”
Your hands fly to his stomach, fisting at the soft fabric of his shirt with force, pulling him towards you until he falls in between your legs, arms quickly holding his body from crashing against yours as they press on the mattress at either side of your head.
Once he’s got a steady hold on his body, he lowers his head to yours, lips finally finding your own – kissing you slowly and deep, savouring every stroke of your tongue as it finds his. Your fingers tangle on his dark locks, using the leverage to push him closer to you, every touch letting him know just how much you want him – how much you need him.
He pulls away, smiling a little at the way you whine when he does. His hands fly to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up as you pull your arms over your head, making it easier for him to slide the fabric off of you. You’re not wearing a bra and it’s a pleasant surprise – one he doesn’t waste a second on as his lips close around your nipple, hand kneading at your other breast. Your back arches, a fistful of hair in your hold as you tug harshly, lost in pleasure. He hisses at the feeling, a deep groan following as he circles his tongue over the perk flesh.
Your hips raise from the bed, rutting into his as your desire begins to unravel further – a build up so slow until it snaps, bursting inside of you all at once, manifesting all through your body as it grows headier for him. He moans as your hips push into him once again, lowering his body to yours and pushing until you can feel every inch of him – legs spreading wider as you chase that friction, feeling his big cock thickening against your clothed pussy. You can feel his impressive girth and length even over the layers and the contact, paired with his incessant assault on your tits, has you moaning and squirming under him.
“Jungkook- please,” you beg, hazy minded.
He looks up at you, dark eyes meeting yours. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“Y-you, please. Just- I need you.”
“You got me, baby.”
As soon as those words leave his mouth, his body begins to lower – lips attached to your skin as they travel from your chest, down your stomach that caves in at the feeling of his tongue as he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses until they finally reach just above the waistband of his sweatpants. His grin widens as he notices the scrunched-up fabric. You look down at him, wishing you could humour him yet too lost in how the sight of him between your legs like that will be engraved in your mind forever. You whimper – he looks so sinful, tongue running over his bottom lip as his eyes darken. Your hips buck involuntarily.
“Easy, angel.” He says, the timbre of his voice so deep it has you clenching around nothing.
You nod, lost for words as the anticipation builds up, making you grow excited as his fingers hook inside your pants. He brings your legs up as he comes to stand back on his knees, tugging at the fabric until they’re finally off and he’s discarding them, throwing them mindlessly to the side. Your legs are outstretched over his torso and his head turns to the side before he’s kissing your calves. Your chest flutters at the tenderness of the action, that gentleness never leaving him.
His hands run down the back of your thighs, sending goosebumps all through your body as you fidget under his touch, a faint whimper falling past your lips. He places your legs back on the bed gently, feet pressing on the mattress as your thighs fall open instinctively. He stares at you and there’s something in his gaze you’ve never seen before – a hunger that intimidates you, making you shy away from his darkening eyes, closing your legs quickly.
“Why do you hide, baby?” His hands rest on your knees, thumb running over them softly.
“I’m- embarrassed,” you say timidly.
“Why?”
“I-I’m so wet.”
“Oh, baby.”
He doesn’t miss another beat as his hands work your legs open, falling back to the bed on his stomach when you comply. You’re wearing a pair of silky white panties and once he comes face to face with your covered mound, he can see the wet patch that adorns the middle. He bites his lip, running a knuckle over it tentatively, pressing softly on your clit. He’s pleased when you squirm, hips circling under his touch, the prettiest moan escaping your lips.
“Let me fix it,” he says, looking at you.
You nod, carding your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little as the air grows thick around you. Your panties follow the same fate as the rest of your clothes, joining the pile somewhere on his floor.
Jungkook moans. He moans when your legs open up for him, pussy in full display – lips plump and glistening from your build up arousal. His lips press over your slit in a soft but firm kiss that escalates as his tongue comes past it and licks a wet stripe right over your entrance all the way up to your clit, parting your folds open for him.
“Oh my God,” you cry, hands flying up, fist closing around the pillows.
You taste so fucking sweet on his tongue, your juices already dripping down his chin as his lips close around your clit, sucking on it until your legs are closing around his head and your hips are rutting against his face. He pulls away, a lewd sound resonating past his lips as your little nub throbs at the loss of his mouth. He parts your legs further, giving you a warning look as he does so. He settles back down between your legs, making you yelp as his tongue teases your entrance, pressing further with every lick between your folds.
“You’re so sweet, taste so fucking good,” he says, mouth never leaving your cunt.
“A sweet things for dessert type of guy, huh?” You muster one final ounce of wittiness before the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you has you crying out in pleasure.
“The sweetest fucking thing.” The sound of his voice right against your pussy mixed with the squelching as he attacks your heat doubles as pornographic, and has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
He adds a second finger after a couple of pumps, mercilessly sucking on your clit – your walls swallowing his digits further with every stroke of that spot inside of you that has you dangerously close to the edge.
His fingers slide out of you, coming up to spread your pussy open for him until he can see your clit pulsing, swollen and exposed for him. You whine when he softly blows over it, the feeling so intense you’re afraid it’ll have you cumming in a second if he keeps it up. But Jungkook shows mercy – lowering his head and closing his lips perfectly around your engorged clit. You can feel it so much more intensely, every quick suck as he keeps your folds parted, giving him better access to that bundle of nerves.
“Oh- oh my fucking God. I’m gonna cum- fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”
You’re a mess, feeling delirious as you feel your body tensing at the wake of your orgasm.
“Do it, baby. Cum all over my tongue,” he coaxes, shoving two fingers inside of you as he wastes no time hooking up and pressing them against your g-spot as he feels your walls fluttering around them. “Cum all around my fingers.”
Your eyes snap wide open at the sudden intrusion and it’s about a second later that your orgasm spreads all through you in waves – pleasure settling in different parts of your body as you shake, pussy closing around his fingers in fast little pulses, so intensely he can feel it against his tongue. His movements never stop, pace only picking up as you cum, hard and loud.
“T-too much,” you say, body twitching as you begin to come down.
His body settles back between your legs, hands softly cupping your cheek as your body finally relaxes, falling into that post orgasmic bliss. He kisses you – slow and sweet, adding to the overall high that takes over you. You feel so good – every inch of your skin tingles slightly, mind still cloudy from the pleasure.
“Jungkook,” you purr and he hums against your mouth. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Fuck, baby. Those dirty words don’t match that pretty face,” he says, face falling to the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily.
There are many things Jungkook wants to do to you right now. About a thousand different ways he’d take you – especially when you sound so compliant, totally surrendered to him. But right now, he just wants you close. He wants to feel your body under him, to be able to run his hands all over it as he elicits those pretty sounds from your lips. He wants to be able to swallow them all.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he hums against your lips.
“Off,” you say, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
His body comes up, weight resting back on his feet as he takes his shirt off. He looks so soft like this – so dreamy. You don’t miss the way his demeanour changes, how that smirk turns into a lazy smile as he runs his hand down your leg until it lands back on your cunt. He fucks two of his fingers into you, the action has more intention this time as he scissors them inside of you, spreading your walls open for his cock. He bites his lip as he watches your face contort in pleasure, his dick jerking inside its restraints in anticipation.
He pecks your lips as his fingers slide out of you, crawling towards the edge of the bed as he comes to a stand. Your arm stretches in his direction, missing him already, pout forming at your lips as you beckon for him.
He chuckles softly as he bends over, rummaging through the second drawer on his nighstand. He stands back up, closing it with his knee as he throws a single foil packet and a bottle of lube on the bed.
You reach for both, your fingers playing with the condom wrapper as your eyes never leave him – watching intently as his fingers hook on the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down alongside his black Calvin’s, promptly kicking them out of the way before he’s crawling back to you.
He finds that spot back between your legs again, eyes locking with yours before he’s kissing you. You lean your head to the side, happy with how familiar you’ve grown with the rhythm of his lips. It’s intoxicating – the way it feels. So addictive as you push your tongue past his lips, running it over the back of his teeth, biting on his lip, sucking on his tongue. You’re greedy – needing to feel around him all.
He pulls away, settling back on his legs as he reaches for the bottle of lube, lathering some down the length of his middle and ring finger before he’s pushing them inside of you once again.
He presses on that spot, particularly sensitive after your previous orgasm and you hiss, hand closing around his wrist. “Stop, stop. You’re gonna make me cum again.”
“What’s so wrong with that?” His lips tug at the side of his mouth in a loopy grin.
“I want to cum around your big cock, Jungkook.”
“Fuck,” he presses on your spot again, “I love your filthy little mouth.”
You moan, eyes closing shut as you frantically pat on the bed at your side, looking for the condom you’d discarded on the sheets. Once you finally find it, you bring it to your mouth, pressing down on the round shape of the latex as you tear it open with your teeth.
“C’mere,” you purr and his body falls on top of yours once again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you slowly.
He whimpers when your small hand wraps around his cock, eyes falling to take in the sight. You pump at his shaft languidly with one hand, collecting his precum and spreading it around his length before your other one lowers, rolling the condom on, pinching at the tip slightly as you secure the latex around his base. He reaches for the bottle of lube once again, popping it open with his teeth before he lathers a generous amount onto his cock and down your slit, spreading it with his fingers. You’re so wet it’s starting to feel uncomfortable, but you know you’re going to need all the help you can get as your snug walls accommodate to his size.
His body lowers to yours, legs opening your own further apart as he lines his cock over your entrance.
“Ready, angel?”
You nod, arms snaking around his waist. “Go slow,”
“I will, baby.”
He kisses you one last time, lips hovering above yours as he begins to sink the head of his cock inside of you. You wince against his lips, the burn spreading all through your core as you take the first couple of inches. His thumb circles around your clit, easing the tension that builds around your body, helping you relax around him.
“You’re s-so big, Koo.” Your voice is a faint whisper that gets lost in between soft mewls.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good for me.” His voice is soft but strained and you can tell it’s taking all the strength in him not to ram into your tight cut as your walls swallow him in with every inch he sinks into you.
He’s so thick and you feel so full, arms tightening around his waist and toes curling at the sharp pain of having him fully inside of you as he bottoms out.
“Oh, f-fuck. You feel so good around me, fuck.” He praises, lips pressed to your cheek as his breath quickens.
You kiss him, hips raising up after a while to meet his and he hisses into your mouth at the feeling, pulling out slowly only to thrust back into you as he begins to spread you open with his cock with every push and pull. The pain starts to dance around with pleasure as his pace picks up, both your moans getting lost in one another’s as his forehead presses onto yours – face to face with every single expression and every little sound his thrusts emit out of you.
“I l-love your cock. I love your cock s-so much, Jungkook. Fuck- God,” your words drag out, pausing every time you feel him impossibly deep, his tip hitting against that spot perfectly and you moan out his name every time his cock pistons into you, pressing against it.
Your little pussy is so wet and warm – only getting tighter the more Jungkook fucks you open and it dawns upon him in that very moment that he’s officially tasted you, has you in a way that will make it very difficult not to crave you constantly. Want you, always.
“Ffuck, baby. Mine. This pussy was made for me.”
His words make you free-fall right into your second orgasm of the night – ripping inside of you so suddenly and with such ferocity it has the both of you gasping. Your mouth parts in a silent moan, throwing your head back in utter pleasure. He groans as he feels the way your fingernails press on the warm skin of his back, the sharp pain trailing all the way down until your hands land on his ass, pressing him deeper into you.
“Fuck, what was that-” He hisses in total disbelief, so lost in your pleasure. You clench around him once more as he sinks deep into you. “F-fuck I’m gonna cum, baby. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“Cum for me, please. Please.”
Your eyes are glazed over, tears falling from the corners as you look up at him. He loves how receptive you are – how pleasure takes on every part of you. He loves how your face mirrors exactly what he’s doing to you and he loves the little whimpers that fall in between your words when you’re begging for him. When you speak your mind – filthy little words coming past your red lips, so swollen from your teeth and his sinking into them.
You watch him, fighting with your heavy eyes to stay open as his face scrunches up in pleasure and a raspy moan leaves his lips, breaths coming out in frantic little puffs as he rides the waves of his orgasm and spills into the condom – so much fucking cum you swear you can feel it.
“Oh my God,” he speaks against your neck, the vibrations sending shivers down your body.
Your fingers play with the soft hairs at the back of his neck, your other hand running lazily over his back as his body grows limp on top of yours. He feels heavy but you don’t mind it, enjoying his warmth – wanting nothing more than to have him this close for as long as you can.
You smile, listening to the little sounds he makes as his body relaxes and sleep begins to tempt him. He’s so warm, so soft as he lets you hold him like this. It almost feels like his two bare hands were taking a hold of your heart, cradling it ever so tenderly and squeezing it all at the same time.
He’s still inside of you and he knows it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s going to have to pull away. So, he lets himself enjoy whatever eternity those seconds hold, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck – lips right against it and all it takes is a soft pout for them to press on the soft skin.
He feels safe in your arms.
It’s then that you realize that all this time you were separating two things that walked hand in hand, together.
Jeon Jungkook is peace.
And you welcome it.
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Delaying the Inevitable - Chapter 34 - When Forever Falls Apart
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Book: Open Heart 3 (Post Series)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC, Ethan Ramsey x MC
Rating: Chapter: Mature Warnings: Serious injury/possible death of a major character, accident, mentions of blood/injuries, cursing, and some heartbreak for good measure.
Summary: Extended Series WIP – Love Triangle. In this chapter – Casey’s relief turns to anguish after a tragic accident; fear and confusion grip several characters as they sit vigil; Tobias and Casey are forced to face difficult issues, and someone unexpected appears.
Category: Extended Series (WIP)
A/N: I apologize. You’ll be OK. I’ll be OK. They'll be OK. We'll be OK. There are some special moments in here, but most require tissues. For those who have read 33 (now 34) chapters, I love you. I mean it. Now that I’ve blubbered…. Yes, the Chapter title is When Forever Falls Apart, but the song inspiration’s name is Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and Finneas. It’s one of my favorite songs from recent years, but, y’all know what Finneas did to you in Chapter 13.
A/N 2: I’m submitting this to @choicesmonthlychallenge , Day 23, healing. Because, while it may not feel like it in this chapter, I assure you, this is the impetus for a lot of soul searching and healing that will lead us to the conclusion of this series, so, it feels appropriate.
A/N 3: I feel like I have so much more I want to say, but honestly, I’m a little drained. I am going to take a few days off to recharge, I really want to tie this up well, so I’ll have the next chapter to you ASAP, but no date promised. Oh, and regarding the last chapter. Clearly, it's impossible to make every reader happy, but I assure you, I'm staying true to the story, true to the characters and, as from day one, this is CASEY'S story and I will be true to her. It's taken a whole lot to put out this series, and, it's been well worth it all I ask is if you're not happy, at least be kind. Happy (??) Reading.
CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS
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“Casey! Wait!”
Maureen had also overheard the nurses and did not want Casey to be alone. But there was no catching up to her. She was propelled by a fuel that could only be produced by two things: love and fear. And right now, both were coursing through her veins.
When asked in the future, she would not recall these moments; the mind has a way of shielding us from the memories that hurt us most. She wouldn’t remember her heart racing so quickly that its sound echoed in her pounding head. Nor the cold sweat that soaked her body as she descended the stairs, each flight taking only seconds but feeling like an eternity. She would have no memory of how she no longer felt her legs beneath her, but mercifully, they managed to get her where she needed to go. Her memory protected her from that, but sadly, not from all that would follow.
“He’s OK. He’s OK. He’s going to be OK. He’s OK.”
The words were a mantra, repeated over and over to ease her mind enough to carry her through.
She flung the door to the emergency room open, and it bounced off the wall with a resounding crash, but no one turned to see. After four years at Edenbrook, she was a veteran of the noise and chaos that greeted her. They were common after major events, and major events were commonplace in Boston, so this was as familiar as an old friend. But today was different. Trying to control her breath, she scanned the sea of empty faces, desperate to find anyone who might have answers, when she spotted Raf at the end of the hall. His head darted up when he heard her screaming his name.
“Raf! RAF!!!” She pushed her way through the crowd.
“Tell me! Tell me? Is it him?”
Realizing that she was teetering on hysteria, he tried to calm her down to no avail.
“TELL ME!” She snapped. “Is it Tobias?” If you want me to calm down, answer me! I need to know!”
“No, Tobias is fine. He happened upon the scene and got out to help, but he’s totally fine.”
A shuddering breath escaped her as a wave of relief enveloped her like a warm blanket. A tentative smile came to her lips and her legs, which served her well, were given permission to relax as she slid back on the wall behind her.
“Oh, thank God,” she breathed as she grabbed Raf’s hand. “Thank God!”
With her mind at ease, the doctor in her reawakened and began to take control. There were people who needed her; she stood up and dusted herself off.
“OK.” She smiled nervously. “I better get myself together and go. My help is certainly….” Then the realization hit her and the blood drained from her face. She turned back to Raf with worry in her eyes. “Wait! They said… they said that you said it was a doctor on my team…. Raf…”
“It’s Ethan.”
“Where is he?”
“Casey, you shouldn’t go to he’s in bad shape….”
“WHERE IS HE!?”
“He ended up in the ambulance behind me. So he should be here any…. Casey! Wait!”
Any attempt to reach her was futile; she was already racing toward the ambulance bay, where she grabbed the first orderly she saw.
“Where is he? Where is Dr. Ram….”
“Where is doctor who?”
Unable to gather her thoughts, she sputtered, “He’s a patient, a doctor, he’s, he’s…ugh… never mind, I’ll find him!”
“Casey!” Raf’s loud voice called after her. “It’s probably best for you to stay away and just let the doctors do….”
“Like hell, Raf!” She yelled as she pulled her arm out of his tender grip. “I don’t care how bad it is! You’re not keeping me away from him!”
She relaxed a little when she saw a new patient arrive. He had dark hair peeking out from under a blanket a nurse had wrapped him in. The yellow tag on his wheelchair almost caused her to breathe a sigh of relief, but then she saw it wasn’t him. The world was moving in slow motion as patient after patient passed by, but Ethan was nowhere to be found. She raced toward the nurse’s station in hopes of finding his name on the roster when a paramedic’s voice bellowed from behind.
“Coming through! Coming through!” He raced down the hall with a gurney in tow as two surgeons flocked to his side. That could only mean one thing the patient was critical. The paramedics had called ahead, and the surgeons waited as there was not a moment to spare. A red tag. She could not get so much as a glimpse of the patient with the scores of people surrounding them. Yet, she immediately knew.
“Ethan…”
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A small crowd of people congregated near the security booth outside the emergency room entrance. They all jumped off their feet when Tobias’s car came to a screeching halt next to them. The scowling guard, surrounded by the scent of burnt rubber, barked in his direction.
“Hey, buddy, that’s not a parking spot!”
Tobias flashed his ID and tossed his keys into the booth as he ran by.
“I’m a doctor,” he yelled, “and I’m not your buddy!”
Running inside, he slammed directly into an exiting Raf.
“Raf!! Where’d they bring Ethan!?”
“He’s headed in to surgery. I don’t know what room… Casey is….”
“I’ll find him, thanks!”
Tobias darted away. Brusquely elbowing through the crowd until he arrived at the nurse’s station.
“This place is a madhouse!” he yelled. “How many were injured?”
“From the multicar? At least ten. Then we have a crane accident downtown, and our regular crowd so….”
“So basically, we’re in hell. I’m looking for… my friend… Dr….”
The nurse cut him off with a sympathetic smile.
“Dr. Ramsey, I know. He was just brought in. His OR room has not been assigned. We are just overflowing….”
“I’ll find him….” he said with a huff.
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It took less than a second for her to reach Ethan’s side. Her determination to remain calm diminishing as he came into sight. His skin was almost devoid of color. Doctors were already working on gaping would in his abdomen, and Casey was stricken by the amount of blood soaking their hands. They were valiantly fighting to keep him alive as they rushed down the hallway where no operating room awaited. She inserted herself into the team surrounding him and called out his name. A nurse slapped away her hand when she instinctively reached for his.
“Doctor, I know you’re close with him, but you know the protocol! Stand back, let us do our job!”
Casey paid her no mind as she continued to run along with the team. Dazed, her medical skills were rendered useless, as the severity of his condition had yet to sink in. But as bits of his medical team’s conversations began to swirl around her head, it became clear.
We have to stop this bleeding! … Doctor, did you see this? … damn it!… do we know how this injury occurred?... it’s his spleen… I need a goddamn OR!... massive bleeding… we don’t have time… if he’s going to make it…
And that is when all went still. Casey looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time since she had run to his side and a cold chill ran down her spine.
If he’s going to make it.
If?
It shouldn’t have come as a shock. This was her job. She could see his injuries. She treated many just like this. She should have known… but she wasn’t a doctor right now. She was just Casey, shocked and terrified, as she watched the man who changed her life in so many ways struggling to survive before her.
Sometimes the mind protects, and at others, it tortures, and right now, its cruelty prevailed as she heard the words she recently hurled at him repeat in her head.
From this moment on, I am NOTHING to you. Do you understand?
I will be polite when I have to be, but you are not my friend. If it were up to me, I’d never lay eyes on you again.
My eyes are on the future, and I refuse to let them turn back to the past. I thought you knew that, and that’s what enabled us to become friends again. But you took that away… now, we have nothing.
A loud sob heaved from her chest, and her body began to tremble. He had to make it through for a million reasons, not the least of which was, after all, they had been through together, this couldn’t be how their story ended. A nurse's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
“Dr. Tanaka, his pressure is dropping….”
“GODDAMN It! Get me a room NOW!”
Casey looked up in horror. She knew precisely what it meant when a doctor normally as composed as Tanka began to unravel. White-hot fury welled up inside her as it became impossible to push reality away.
This isn’t fair!
Memories instantly flooded her mind as she alternately pleaded with a cursed a god she did not even know if she believed in.
You have to let him live! Please, let him live! He doesn’t deserve this! He was healing, and he should get the chance to live the life he always wanted. He deserves happiness! He deserves to be loved. How could you let this happen!
But as a doctor, she had a front-row seat to how cruel and unfair life could be. That’s when it dawned on her. These very well could be his final moments. She had to push everything else aside. All that mattered now was encouraging him and making sure, even under these dreadful circumstances, if these were going to be his last moments on earth, she had to make them the best they could possibly be.
She reached for his hand and gripped it tightly in her own. Doctors and nurses be damned, she was undeterred, and no one was going to pull her away.
“Ethan! Ethan! Baby, can you hear me?”
Dr. Tanaka let out a sigh. “Someone, please get her away!!”
“Doctor,” a nurse said forcefully, “let her be.”
With her heart ripping in two, she tried desperately to reach him, seeking the words that would encourage him to fight but letting him know that he was cherished if he could not win that battle in the end.
“Ethan, it’s Casey. I know you can hear me, and I need you to listen to me, for once, please? I need you to fight. Fight like you never have before. There will be no dying today, do you understand me? None! Your time here is not done!!” she sobbed. “It’s not! So many people still need you. I still need you. I need you to fight like hell because I can’t lose you again! Do you hear me? Don’t you dare die on me!”
A warm hand came to rest on her shoulder.
“Casey, you need to come with me.”
Without turning to see who it was, she angrily shrugged it away.
“Just a second!” she snapped furiously.
Her eyes widened, and her heart momentarily filled with hope when she looked down to find him struggling to open his eyes. He attempted to speak, but the sounds escaping him did not resemble words.
“No,” she whispered as she rubbed his hand. “Don’t speak. Save your strength.”
“Cas…” he gasped.
As much as she longed to hear his name on her lips one more time, she admonished him to stop.
“NO! Don’t talk!” She cried. “Listen to me! You need to know how much I love you. I love you so very much. I’m so sorry for the things I’ve said… because… I love you too, Ethan. Oh, I never stopped loving you. I always have, and I always will. Just… please, don’t leave me.”
A sorrowful wail escaped her as she pleaded with him to survive. All the pent-up emotions that she was forced to shelve since that cold October night began pouring out of the confines of her heart where she had been certain she had them safely buried. It wouldn’t be the first time he said goodbye, but it could be the last. And she was now acutely aware that while love can begin in an instant, it never dissipates as quickly. In fact, it never leaves at all.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered. “Not again. Please.”
“Three is ready! Bring him into OR3!!!” someone yelled.
Bryce slid up behind Casey and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Casey, hon, you have to come now. OK, you have to let go.”
At that second, Ethan’s eyes shot open and locked on hers. Unspoken words filled the spaces between them, and he knew. He was completely loved, and Casey could feel that he knew. And with that grace bestowed on them, she found the strength she needed to let go. Remaining in Bryce’s arms as she watched him wheeled away, her eyes refusing to fall until he disappeared behind the operating room doors.
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Tobias hadn’t run so quickly since his track days back in college. But it’s amazing what a body can do when someone you love has their life is on the line. He wasn’t sure where he was heading, but he knew he’d be led in the right direction in time. That direction came in the form of Dr. Ines Delarosa.
“T!” She yelled from across the way. “Ramsey’s down the hall! They’re setting up an OR. I don’t know if you’ll make it on time….”
“I’m on my way. Have you seen Casey?”
“I think she’s with him.”
He let out a relieved breath. He was grateful they were together until he could reach them.
“Good! Thanks, Nez,” he yelled as he sprinted away.
He needed to see Ethan for himself. He knew he was in the care of some of the best doctors the country had to offer already, but maybe… just maybe, he could do something. Anything. Then perhaps he wouldn’t feel so goddamned helpless.
He could hear Casey’s voice as he approached the end of the hall. He knew her so well, so before he could make out any of her words, he could hear the tone of her voice, and he knew she was in distress. That couldn’t be good. He doubled down. He needed to be there for Ethan, for Casey, and for himself.
He was about to turn the corner when a patient was rushed by him, temporarily blocking him in place, and his patience was running thin. Two of the people he loved most in the world needed him, and though irrational, he was furious at the patient was impeding him. When the obstacle was finally removed, he turned in their direction, clearly hearing Casey’s voice as he approached.
You need to know how much I love you. I love you so very much. I’m so sorry for the things I’ve said… because… I love you too, Ethan. Oh, I never stopped loving you. I always have, and I always will. Just… please, don’t leave me.
He wasn’t sure he heard right. And if he had, did it matter? Ethan could be dying, and, of course, Casey cared about him. So why couldn’t he breathe?
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered. “Not again. Please.”
“Three is ready! Bring him into OR3!!!”
“Casey, come on now. You have to let go.”
He watched undetected as Casey collapsed into Bryce’s arms and Ethan disappeared from view. Bryce stroked the back of her hair, her face buried in his shoulder.
“I have to go, Casey. Are you going to be all right?”
“He can’t… he can’t die, Bryce. I can’t lose him again.”
“You know we’re going to do everything we can to prevent that from happening.”
“Yes,” she nodded tearfully, “Go. Go!!”
And with a kiss to her cheek, he was gone.
Tobias’s thoughts overwhelmed him. His best friend was fighting for his life. The woman they both loved more than life itself professed her love to Ethan, but he thought she belonged to him. Fear is a funny thing, and while being a doctor had prepared him for so much, it didn’t prepare him for the possibility of losing the two people he loved most in this world on the same day, in very different ways. He was rendered immobile as a battle played out in his mind.
Ethan may be dying… you’re being ridiculous… she comforted him… it doesn’t mean… you know she loves you… but what if?... does she really?... did she ever?... was she going to leave?... is that why she was so angry?... Oh, my God, was I just… nothing…
He used to think it was hyperbole when people said it felt like their world was crashing down around them, but now, he understood. His best friend was fighting for his life with so much left unsaid between them. And in an instant, he was forced to question what he had believed in his heart to be gospel… that the only woman he ever loved returned that love to him, and because of that, he was blessed beyond words. But as the pieces of the life he knew just moments ago came crumbling down, he had to face his biggest fear. What if she didn't? What if she never did? But he knew that she did, but perhaps she still loved Ethan and, in time, would she pick him? Or would she choose the man who always finished just one step ahead of him? That’s if Ethan even made it at all.
Ethan was on his way to surgery, and there was nothing he could do for him. But Casey was just down the hall, alone and scared. Maybe he was unsure of what she felt for him, but he knew what he felt for her. As much as he wanted to flee, he couldn't allow her to be alone. But then…
“Case!” a voice called out from the other direction, and then Jackie was at her side.
Casey fell into her friend's embrace, and the tears she had been bravely trying to conceal gave up their fight.
“He can’t die, Jackie. He can’t leave.”
Aurora ran from the other side, and the three friends dissolved into a huddle.
“Come on,” he heard Aroura say. “Let's get you a seat ….”
His heart ached in a million ways, but as he watched her friends lovingly tend to her, his mind felt more at ease. He watched in silence as he decided what to do next, never so unsure of himself before. Before long, he turned on his heel and began walking away, though he had no idea where he was going.
_____
An hour later, Casey paced in the waiting room, having refused several offers to wait in a private office. Fresh scrubs adorned her body; the bloodstained ones from before packed neatly into a sealed bag in her locker. It was against protocol, but she refused to let anyone take them away, and right now, no one was going to deny her. She couldn’t tell you why she wanted to keep them, but she did, and for now, that was all that mattered.
It was Sienna’s day off; she arrived to relieve Aurora and Jackie, who were needed on the floor. She placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee on the table in front of her friend and took a seat beside her.
“I just got a text from Naveen,” Casey said. “I told him we could have had one of Alan’s friends drive him up from Providence, but Naveen refused to give him the news by phone, so he drove down.”
“That sounds like Naveen,” Sienna smiled sadly as she rubbed comforting circles on her friend’s back. “Still no more word?”
“No, not since Harper told Aurora that we just need to be patient. I know she meant well, but we already knew that.”
“Is Harper operating?”
“On Ethan, no. But she is in surgery; every available surgeon is operating on someone right now. Ethan is with Dr. Tanaka, and Bryce is assisting.”
“So he’s in good hands. And you were fantastic Case, getting Naveen, making sure Alan was cared for… Ethan’s lucky he has you.”
“Yeah, well…” she sighed, “it’s the least I can do.”
“Is there anyone else we should notify?” Sienna asked. The two women’s eyes met, a silent understanding between them.
“No,” Casey answered immediately.
“Elijah called,” Sienna said, wringing her hands. “He said to remind you that New Haven is just two hours away, and if you need him….”
“I know.” Casey smiled, “I’m lucky to have all of you.”
The two friend’s heads turned at the sound of feet rushing into the room. They looked up to find another young woman standing before them, winded and dazed, and Casey jumped up to greet her.
“Sonia!” She said, rushing to her side, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think to….”
“It’s OK,” Sonia replied as she tried to catch her breath, “you wouldn’t have even known where to reach me.”
“How did you find out?” Casey asked while leading her to take a seat next to her.
“Well, we had a date,” she said before her eyes bulged open, “I mean, not a ‘date date’… just a….”
“Just a date,” Casey smiled warmly as Sonia graciously accepted the water Sienna gave her.
“Well,” she sighed, “whatever it was. He told me he’d be a little late, but it became too late. He wasn’t answering his calls, and then I saw the news, and I called Kenmore and, well, of course, word had traveled and… that’s how I ended up here.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Casey smiled as she took her hand. “I’m sure Ethan will be too.”
“Did you see him?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Casey nodded, biting her lip in an attempt to suppress tears. “I did.”
“And?”
“He was unconscious, and he sustained serious injuries, abdominal trauma, hemorrhaging….”
“Any organ damage?”
“They mentioned his spleen, beyond that….”
“Are they performing a splenectomy? Or is it repairable? Who is in with him?”
Casey smiled, “I forgot you were a surgical intern. From what we have been told, the goal is to repair, but there was a lot of damage, so we won’t don’t know yet. Tanaka is operating, and Lahela is assisting.”
“Good,” Sonia said with relief. How… how are you doing?”
“I’m good,” Casey lied. “I mean, and I’ll be good….” Her brows knitted, “… as long as he is.” Casey’s eyes grew wide as she looked down the hall, “Oh, Naveen and Alan are here….”
“I should go see them,” Casey and Sonia said in unison.
“Oh,” Casey demurred, “I didn’t know that you knew them all that….”
“Well, not that well, but yes, I’ve met both and… I… if you would prefer that I wait….”
“Sonia,” Casey said softly, “it’s OK. Let’s go see them together.”
Jackie slipped into the room just as Casey exited.
“Hey, how’s it going?” She asked Sienna.
“As well as it can be expected. Naveen and Alan just arrived.”
“And that’s the woman Ethan’s seeing?”
“Well, I don’t know what their relationship is. But, yeah, it’s the woman he brought to the party at the beach house, Sonia. She seems very nice.”
“OK. So I guess it is up to me to address the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room, but where is Carrick?”
Sienna frowned, “I don’t know.”
“Has Casey asked for him?”
“She hasn’t, but I’m not about to ask her.”
“Well, I’m texting him. Something’s not right.”
“OK, just keep it away from Casey now. I’m sure she realizes he is missing. Still, she’s not saying anything and, whatever the reason, I’m going to respect that.”
“One-hundred percent on board.”
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His tumbler dropped to the wooden bar with a thud, but few could hear it over the sound of the Red Sox game on the TV. But the bartender noticed right away. He was in the business long enough to know when someone was not there for recreational drinking.
“What’ll it be, sir?”
“Give me another,” Tobias said, throwing several crumpled bills in front of him.
“That’s gonna make three in a short period of time. After this one, perhaps we switch you over to water for a bit?”
“I’m not driving, I have nowhere to go, and I’m a doctor. Why don’t you let me make that call.”
The bartender held his hands up in surrender as he placed another glass of Jameson in front of him.
“Have you ever felt like you have had the whole world taken away?” he asked.
“Me?” the bartender said, turning around.
“Yeah, well, I’m certainly not going to ask him for his opinion,” Tobias said, pointing toward a man seated at the end of the bar with his face painted in Red Sox colors.
“Yeah, well, no one wants a face painter's opinion,” the bartender laughed. Tossing his bar towel down, he extended his hand. “The name’s Chuck. I own this place. What’s yours? And what brings you here?”
“Tobias,” he said, shaking his hand. “I’m here because I’m avoiding my usual spot. I usually go to Donahue’s, no offense.”
Chuck nodded, “Reggie’s a great guy, none taken. So why are you slumming here today instead?”
“Because it’s not just Donahue’s I’m avoiding.”
“You’re a doctor,” he said, noticing his ID, which had fallen to the counter in his last attempt to get into his wallet. “Edenbrook? I assumed you’d be swamped over there with all the action in this town today?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled dryly. “Well, that’s the thing.”
“So, if you’re here for some barstool therapy, let me have it. You’re a doctor, not a bad-looking guy. You seem to have all limbs and a functioning brain, so what’s so awful that you feel it’s all falling apart?”
“My buddy…” he stammered. “My oldest… one of my best friends. He was in that accident today.”
“Holy shit! I’m sorry. Is he OK?”
“I don’t know,” Tobias shrugged, “he’s still in surgery, as far as I know.”
“Damn, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, me too.” He lifted the tumbler to his lips and took a swig. Letting the pale gold liquid swirl around his tongue.
“But you’re a doctor at the hospital he’s being worked on, so what are you doing here?”
“Ah, well, that’s the twist,” Tobias said, lifting his glass. “Right before he was taken into surgery, his ex-girlfriend, who he is still madly in love with, professed her love to him.”
“Hmm. It’s a shame, you know. People always wait for something tragic to happen to speak about how they truly feel.” Chuck pursed his lips and shook his head. “There is a lesson in that, you know.”
“Yeah,” Tobias answered curtly, “and the lesson I learned is that it really sucks when that woman happens to be my girlfriend.”
He watched as Chuck’s eyebrows shot to the top of his head.
“Oh, Jesus! Sorry buddy,” he lifted the bottle and filled Tobias’s glass again. “This one is on the house. You deserve it.”
“What happened to I should switch to water?”
“Hey, when I’m wrong? I say I’m wrong. Now, this means you were dating your buddy’s ex, though?”
“Yeah,” Tobias shrugged. “What… don’t look at me like that. It was a complicated situation, it wasn’t that… neat, it wasn’t that… simple….”
“Yeah, life never is. You love her?”
“With everything I am.”
“Do you love him?”
“He’s my oldest friend… we….”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes.”
“So then why are you sitting here drinking yourself into oblivion and talking to me. You have two people who need you down that street. Based on what you’re telling me, you’re not sure if one will make it to tomorrow, and the other one, well, she’s probably as confused as hell and as scared as you are right now. I can’t tell you what’s in her heart, but I can tell you that when you’re faced with losing someone you love, no matter how you love them, or even if that love was in the past… It’s not easy to do. If I were you,” he said, pushing a glass of water toward Tobias. “I’d sober my ass up and get back to the hospital, where two people you love need you.”
Tobias let out a heaving sigh before staring up at him.
“You must think I’m an asshole.”
“No,” he smiled. “I think you’re human, just like they are. Now, go… but come back here some other time, for a happier occasion, OK? Reg is great, but he’s not the only game in town.”
“As long as I don’t have to leave a co-pay every time I come in.”
“HAH!” Chuck laughed, “this one is on the house. Now, go. Go where you’re needed.”
_____
“Hey,” Casey smiled softly as she joined Alan on a couch in the waiting area. “How are you holding up?”
“I’ll be holding up better when we get some news,” he said, tapping her knee lovingly. “The truth is, I’m scared.”
“I know. I am too.”
“You know, I’m not a doctor, but seeing the doctors so scared,” he laughed nervously, “it’s not making me feel any better.”
“Well, Alan, we’re not about to lie to you. He’s critical and, well, we are scared, and we always are when it’s someone we love.”
Alan leaned over and kissed Casey on the forehead.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m glad you were able to see him before he went in. If it couldn’t have been me, then…” he trailed off in an attempt to stop his tears from flowing again.
“He couldn’t talk,” she looked around the room to make sure their conversation was private, “but Alan, we had this moment, right before where his eyes opened. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was like he was looking into my soul, and I was looking at his. And, all I can say is, I knew he felt loved. Not just by me, but he knew he was loved and that… that just means….”
Alan handed her a tissue and held her close.
“I’m so happy to hear that, Casey,” he whispered. “With Ethan, sometimes you just never knew.”
“Oh,” Casey snorted, “you don’t have to tell me twice.”
“But in case he doesn’t…” he stopped, “well, I’m just glad that he knew. Because he is loved so much.”
“Hey! No talking like that. He is going to make it through this; I refuse to believe otherwise.”
Alan looked up and saw Sonia return to the room. He motioned for her to join them.
“Did the fresh air help?” he smiled.
“Well, not as much as I hoped, but I’ll take the little it offered.”
“I’m glad you’re back,” he replied. “Sienna just ran out to get some food for us, and I want to see you eat too.”
“Ah, ever the Dad, making sure we’re all fed, even during times of crisis,” Sonia teased.
“If it makes me feel useful,” he chuckled.
“HEY!” Sonia shot back. “You’re always useful. Ethan and I had the opportunity to talk after therapy on occasion. When we did, he often spoke of you. You have to know how much he loves you and what you mean to him. Even if he isn’t the best at expressing it, that doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
Alan squeezed her hand tightly, “I like to believe I do. But that validation surely does help right now.”
Casey spotted Sienna returning and rose to help her.
“I’ll pay you back for this,” Casey said as they unpacked the sandwiches and snacks Sienna purchased.
“Shut up. I just wish I could time allowed me to make something myself. I would have had healthier and tastier options.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that.”
Casey let out a weak sigh, the day's fatigue beginning to wear on her. “Why haven’t we heard anything yet?”
“I know it seems like forever,” Sienna assured, “but they’re still well within the timeframe for a surgery of this nature. It’s just a lot harder when we’re the ones in the waiting room.”
“You can say that again. Have you seen Naveen? I thought he was with you?”
“Oh, he stepped out to pull former Chief of Medicine strings to get an update. Mumbling something about never should have retired under his breath.”
Casey chuckled sadly, “That sounds about right.”
“Casey?” Sienna queried, “I haven’t wanted to ask, but… have you heard from Tobias?”
A look of bewilderment came over Casey’s face. She had been functioning on auto-pilot, just taking care of what was in front of her, so she hadn’t stopped to wonder where he was.
“No, come to think of it, I haven’t. I heard he was helping on the scene…” she laughed ironically, “He was headed to Harvest in Cambridge to get us dinner. Fucking unbelievable. A few hours ago, I was happily waiting for my boyfriend to return with squash ravioli for a quasi-romantic work dinner together. You’d think we’d get used to how fast life can change.”
“Nah,” Sienna disagreed, “if we walked around with that fear in our hearts all the time, we wouldn’t be able to do much of anything. The way I’ve viewed it, ever since losing Danny and nearly losing you… life is too short. I don’t focus on what could go wrong, but I appreciate everything that goes right. And I mean the simple like enjoying a cup of coffee or getting a hug from a friend. Does that make sense?”
“It does,” Casey said, giving her friend a side hug, “it makes perfect sense.”
“Hey,” Tobias said from behind, “do you think you could spare one of those moments for me? Because I’d like to give… and get… a hug right now.”
Casey spun around at the sound of his voice. “Of course!” she smiled, jumping into his arms “of course.”
Sienna quietly walked away to give them privacy as they remained in a tight embrace.
“Can I talk to you in the hall?” Tobias whispered.
Casey nodded and followed him, throwing her arms around him once again when they were there.
“Oh my God, I’m so happy to see you. When I had heard it was one of our doctors, I immediately thought it was you and… I was a mess until Raf told me it wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry, Case. I had no idea. Of course, learning it was Ethan wasn’t what you wanted to hear either.”
“Of course not. But, you were all I thought of… when he told me….” her voice began to crack as tears came to her eyes.
“Hey, no crying. Not for me anyway. I’m here.”
“You’re always here, T.”
He filled with guilt which morphed into a frown on his lips.
“No, I’m not. I wasn’t here tonight. You’ve been here coping with things on your own… Ethan's in there fighting for his life… and I wasn’t here.”
“It’s OK. You’re here now,” she said, taking his hand. “Why don’t you come and sit with us while we wait?”
“You know, maybe I’ll go see if I can find more about Ethan’s status. Would you mind?”
“That would be good. But you’ll come back?”
He lifted his hand, placing it gently under her chin as his thumb caressed her cheek, a look of utter love and tenderness on his face. If only she understood just how much she meant to him and how frightened he was.
“Of course, Casey. I’ll always come back to you,” his voice cracked.
Then with a kiss to her forehead, he was off.
Casey touched her cheek where his hand had been and watched as he walked away. Just being with him had filled her heart with joy, but she felt a sense of foreboding sadness as he departed. Shaking it off, she returned to the others to sit vigil.
Naveen and Tobias returned within the next hour, frustrated with their inability to learn anymore. Casey, Sienna, and Sonia gave each other a knowing look, they knew they needed to be patient, and they understood that was the hardest thing to do. Everyone jumped to their feet when Bryce shuffled into the room.
“Hey, everybody,” he said softly.
Naveen spoke first. “Dr. Lahela, how is he?”
“Is he… all right?” Casey asked nervously.
“He made it through surgery,” Bryce said to a collective sigh of relief.
“What about the organ damage?” Sonia asked, “Casey mentioned his spleen.”
“Well, thanks to Dr. Tanaka, we avoided a splenectomy. But, the damage was extensive, so there are no future guarantees. We will have to watch him closely.”
“Still,” Sonia smiled, “that’s good news.”
“It is,” Bryce continued. “Once we were inside, we found lacerations on the left lobe of his liver, but that wasn’t as extensive.”
“So, is he out of the woods?” Alan asked nervously.
“Not exactly. He sustained a large loss of blood, and right now, everything is still touch and go. But he made it through surgery which was the first major hurdle. The next 24 hours are crucial, and we will know more then.”
“But all in all, this is good news,” Tobias reassured Alan.
“It certainly is,” Bryce concurred. “There were moments where I was afraid I wouldn’t have this news to give you.”
“Can I see him?” Alan asked.
“Not just yet, but soon. A nurse will tell you when, but it has to be a very short visit.”
“Understood,” Alan smiled as Bryce shook his hand.
While the war was far from over, a battle had been won, and those present could feel the slight decrease in tension in the room. Their minds began to focus on previously dismissed things, such as exhaustion, hunger, and even other people.
“Oh my gosh!” Casey exclaimed.
“What?” Tobias asked.
“Wasn’t Ethan in the car with Floria? I never even thought to check if she was admitted.”
“Well, your mind was preoccupied,” Sienna comforted.
“That’s irrelevant. Even if she’s not my favorite person and vice versa, she doesn’t have anyone else and….”
“Want me to go check?” Tobias asked.
“Tobias, she hates you.”
He cocked a brow at her.
“I mean, trust me,” Casey continued, “I know she doesn’t love me by any stretch of the imagination, but she really doesn’t like you.”
“You’re right,” he smirked, “but as you pointed out, she doesn’t have anyone, and, I promise, I won’t be an asshole. But you’re welcome to come and supervise if you wish.”
“No, I trust you.” She smiled as his eyes looked away. “I want to stay here a little longer, but let me know what happens. Maybe I’ll join you?”
“Of course,” he said as a nurse entered the room.
“Mr. Ramsey? You can come into the recovery room to see your son. But you’re only allowed five minutes.”
“Alan,” Naveen interrupted, “I’d like to join you, but only if that’s OK with you.”
“Oh, of course,” Alan chuckled, “After all, we’ve co-parented him well for so many years.”
Everyone chuckled at the much-needed moment of levity. Casey sunk into a chair, and Tobias leaned over to kiss her cheek before heading out to check on Floria.
“Casey,” Alan called. “Would you join us too, please?”
Casey looked between Alan, Naveen, and Tobias then nodded. “Yes, sure, I’d be happy to. Tobias, I’ll meet you when I’m done.”
“You got it,” he nodded as Sonia took a seat. She caught Tobias looking her way, and she answered a question that he didn’t ask.
“It’s fine. I’m new to the game.”
“I didn’t say a word,” Tobias “And I know Ethan will be happy to know you’re here. I can’t see why he wouldn’t be.”
_____
A short time later, Casey and Tobias met up in the cafeteria for some coffee.
“So, Floria?” she asked
“She’s doing ok. She suffered a concussion, and they’re keeping her overnight for observation. But she was lucky.”
“It’s hard to believe she and Ethan were in the same car.”
“Yeah, well, his side took the impact. But, while she’s OK physically, emotionally… not so much. I mean, she was happy to see me,” he smiled.
“Yeah, well, she has a concussion,” Casey laughed. “I think I’d like to see her tomorrow if you think that’s OK?”
“You don’t have to, but….”
“Even if it’s in a medical capacity. I’d like to stop by.”
“Then you should. Now, your visit with Ethan?”
“Well, you know the drill. It wasn’t much of a visit. He’s still not conscious.”
“I know, but….”
“But it went better than expected. Naveen and Alan, they’re both very strong.”
“And so are you. What do you say, Case, ready to go home get a little sleep?”
“Oh… I was planning on staying here for the night. You know, in case Ethan wakes up.”
“Oh, I thought that Alan would….”
“Alan’s staying, of course, but I….”
“It’s fine,” Tobias reassured, “We’ll stay here then. I’ve slept on my share of waiting room chairs, what’s one….”
He looked up and saw that Casey had diverted her gaze, anxiously looking away, and it hit him. She had offered a statement, not an invitation. “Oh. You don’t want me to stay.”
“I didn't say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Tobias, I didn’t….”
“Casey,” he stopped her, “whatever makes you happy. You stay here. I’ll check in with you in the morning.”
“Tobias, I didn’t mean….”
“Casey,” he said firmly, “It’s OK.”
He walked over and wrapped her in a hug. Both were longing for the warm familiarity normally found in their embrace, but now, it felt different. A strange distance that had not existed just hours before. Though they needed each other terribly, they went their separate ways. They were too tired and too overwrought to deal with it now. But they both understood that it was a postponement, not a dismissal. The conversation would have to come.
_____
“Hey!” Alan said with surprise as he returned to the waiting room. “I thought you went home! Now I feel bad,” he said, lifting his cup. “I would have brought you a coffee too.”
“Oh, that’s OK.” a sleepy Casey replied. “I just had a cup with Tobias before he went home.”
“Did everyone else leave?”
“Yes, Sonia was already late for her shift at Kenmore. I promised her we would call if there was any change. And Sienna… I insisted she go. There is no need for her to hang around any longer.”
“Hmmm. And what about Tobias?”
“What about him?”
Alan put his coffee on the table and turned to give Casey his full attention.
“Why didn’t you go with him?”
“What?” she asked with confusion, “Because of Ethan… if he wakes up, I want to be here.”
“Casey. From what I understand, you and Tobias are pretty serious, are you not?”
“Well, yes. We’re together, we share a home, and we are planning a future… why are you asking me this?”
“Because if Tobias is the man in your life now, your job here for the night is done. You should be home with him and maybe getting some sleep.”
“With all due respect, Alan, Tobias is fine. Ethan is the one in recovery in the critical 24 hour period.”
“Did you ask him to stay? Tobias? Did you ask him to stay with you?”
“No. He offered but… why we’re discussing this, Alan,” she asked with frustration.
“We’re discussing it because you need to know your place, Casey.” He quickly clarified after seeing the sharp look she threw his way.
“Casey,” he said, placing a loving hand on her shoulder. “I have adored you like a daughter from the moment we met. And I will feel that way about you always, no matter what. But there is a big difference between being someone’s partner and being someone’s friend. Ethan is in a precarious state right now. God willing, he will survive, but he will have a tough road ahead, and… he will need clarity. After all that happened between you, you moved on. But he’s just beginning to take baby steps to get there.”
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Alan.”
“Casey, I know you still care for Ethan very much. But are you still in love with him?”
“I… I still love Ethan, but in love, that’s….”
“Casey, are you in love with Tobias?”
“Yes! I love Tobias with all my heart, and….”
“Then why didn’t you leave with him? If it’s out of a sense of duty or obligation to Ethan, that’s fine. But it’s not necessary. He has Naveen and me here, and we will be here to walk him through whatever recovery lies ahead. But if you’re here for anything more than that, then you owe it to Ethan, you owe it to Tobias, and, most of all, you owe it to yourself, to be honest about why. Ethan is at a crossroads. Before this accident, he had one foot in the future and one in the past, and when he wakes up, he’s going to need to be on solid ground. He won’t have the luxury of straddling that fence anymore. I love you, Casey, and whatever role in my son’s life… and in mine… I’m happy to have you there, but… he is going to need clarity… and so will you.”
“Alan, I….”
“Casey. You’re with Tobias. Do you love him?”
“I do.”
“Then go home. If there is a change, we’ll call you. Tobias would want to know too. But if there is no change, Ethan should know his two dear friends will be here for him in the morning. He shouldn’t think anything else. And, if the man you love is at home worrying about why you’re here, you should go put his mind at ease.”
“Fine, I’ll….”
“Casey, please don’t be upset. I’m certainly not upset with you. I don’t envy you. What you and my son shared was something special. I love him, but what he put you through was inexcusable. I credit you for sticking around at all. You remind me a lot of myself. But learn from my mistakes. Be true to you, Casey. Love is not about lying to ourselves and making ourselves into something someone else wants. Figure out what works for YOU and then make it yours.”
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Casey gently opened the door to the condo, expecting to find Tobias asleep. Instead, he was wide awake and staring out of his living room window with a mug of coffee in his hand. He turned with genuine surprise when he heard her enter the door.
“Hey, I didn’t expect you home tonight.”
“Yeah, well… there is no point in me being there, so I thought I’d come home.”
“Well,” he smiled, but it didn’t go to his eyes, “I’m glad to have you here.”
They fell onto the couch together, exhaustion overtaking them. She nuzzled against his shoulder as he put his arm around her.
“You want to go to sleep?” He asked, “You must be exhausted.”
“You would think, but I’m wide awake.”
“Yeah, you pushed past that point of exhaustion. We all know that feeling well.”
“One of the pitfalls of being a doctor,” she smiled.
“One of the many.”
“T.,” she asked. “When I didn’t come home with you… were, were you worried about why?’
“Why do you ask that, Casey?”
“Because… you seemed hurt, and I was just wondering.”
“Is that what made you decide to come home?”
“Well, partially.”
He shook his head. “We don’t have to do this now. It’s late, and sleepy or not, we’re both tired….”
“Tobias, no. If today's taught has taught me anything, it’s not to wait. So, if I’ve hurt you in any way, I want to know.”
“Case… Ethan’s in the hospital, it’s been a long day, and I don’t think….”
“Tobias,” she said forcefully. “Please.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “First, I want you to know, I’m not mad. If that’s what you think.. I’m just… I’m just….”
“Just what?”
“Uncertain,” he blurted.
“Uncertain?” she questioned with a furrowed brow. “About what?”
He let out a jagged breath then turned to face her. In a barely audible voice, he replied.
“About us.”
Casey swallowed as she felt her heart drop down to her feet.
“Us? What? Why?”
“Because I heard you, Casey,” he exasperated. “I heard you tell Ethan that you loved him and never stopped, and I….” he bit his lip as tears sprung to his eyes.
Casey’s breath went shallow as she rushed to his side.
“Tobias, no… no… it’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
“Tobias, he was going into surgery, and I thought he could be dying! He still might be dying!”
“When people are dying, it often gives those around them clarity that they did not have before. We see it all the time in our jobs.”
“Yes, and we also see that it makes them irrational and work from a place of emotion that could just be reactionary.”
“Is that what happened to you, Casey?”
“What? Well, I... I did…I don’t,” she stammered.
“I didn’t think so. Casey,” he said, walking back to the window. “I started to have concerns when you reacted so strongly to him saying he still loved you. But I chose to believe you and told myself not to overthink it. So I pushed it aside. But, can you blame me for not being able to push it aside anymore now?”
“Yes. I can. Because I’m telling you! I’m telling you that I love you! I’m with you! And I don’t… you don’t believe me? You really don’t believe me.”
“No,” he said, approaching her and gently stroking her hair. “I do believe you. I really do. I just think… I don’t think I’m the only one that you love.”
Heat rose to her face, and thick tears welled in her eyes. Hurt, frightened, confused, she yelled out.
“Tobias! I’m with you! I’m where I want to be. Why aren’t you listening to me?”
“Are you?”
“Yes!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face. “My God, T! You know I love you! You’ve always been so good to me. Ethan broke me, you fixed me, and I love YOU!”
With a newfound resilience, he turned and asked in a voice so calm it forced Casey to face the truth.
“And is that the only reason why? Because if it is, as much as I love you, I deserve better than that.”
The floor no longer felt steady beneath her feet, and she wondered if that was why queasiness gripped her. Her head felt light as she shook it methodically; her body trembled.
“What are you saying? Of course, that’s not the only reason. Goddamn it, Tobias, I love you, and you’re not some sloppy seconds because Ethan tossed me away! You never were, and you never will be!”
“But you love him too?”
“Yes, I love him, but not like… it’s not that… I … I LOVE YOU!”
Tobias's face contorted as that resilience began to melt away. He did his best to hold back the tears he knew would inevitably fall, but he was still making an effort. He motioned to the couch, and Casey followed him there with desperation. She took his face in her hands and pleaded with him.
“Tobias, please! Please!! You have to believe me,” her voice becoming more pained with every word. “You have to believe me. I LOVE YOU.”
“I know, and I love you, so desperately, but….”
“But what!!!???” She demanded.
“But I think we need some time…” his voice cracked. “I think you need some time… to figure out what you want.”
“What?” She gasped in horror; her body reflexively jerked back, her chest heaving. “Are you… are you breaking up with me? You’re… you’re leaving me? Oh my God, you’re leaving me… you’re leaving me too?” she sobbed.
“No, no, baby, no!”
“Yes, you are!” She screamed frantically.
“NO!” He said, pulling her close. They silently swayed in each other's arms, his tears soaking her hair as she wept against his shirt. Both held on with all their might, afraid to let go, but they knew it had to end. “I’m not leaving you,” he whispered into her ear, “I’m just giving you the space to figure out what you want and need….”
“You’re leaving me!” she wailed as she slammed her hand against his chest. “Call it whatever you want, but you’re leaving me!”
“No, I’m not!” He yelled, breaking from their embrace. He took her by the shoulders as their tear-stained faces met. “I’m just facing reality. Casey, I adore you, and I would wait forever for you. You have no idea how much this is killing me. But I deserve to know that the woman who holds my heart. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with really wants to do the same with me. I don’t want to live with that doubt over my head, and I don’t want you to have it over yours. In the end, if your choice is to be with me, and I hope to God it is, then we’ll be together, and we will know it’s real, and won’t have to worry about you having any regrets. But if you decide it’s not me, then I’ll let you go with love. It’ll hurt like nothing I’ve felt before, but it’s what I’d have to do. But, Casey,” he caressed her cheek, “I’ll never leave you.”
“I… I don’t want this…” she cried.
“Neither do I,” he said, wiping her tears, “Neither do I, but we need this.”
“You were supposed to be back at work in an hour,” she said with flailing hands. “We were supposed to have freaking ravioli together. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“But it did. That’s how life works, and… it sucks. But we will survive. One way or another, we’ll survive.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she wept.
“Maybe it’s not forever if it’s meant… maybe it’s not forever.”
“Do you… do you want me to leave? Tonight I mean. I can go….”
“No, you don’t have to leave at all if you don’t want. You can stay in….”
“No,” she said softly, “I can’t move back across the hall from you, Tobias. I do love you. And after sleeping with you, in your bed, in your arms… I can’t go back to being your good friend in the guest room across the hall.”
“Then, where will you go?”
“I’ll figure it out,” she said with a hoarse voice.
“I’ll help you in any way you need.”
“I appreciate that. I really do. But, I think I need to figure that out on my own.”
“OK,” he whispered.
“But, Tobias?”
“Yes?”
“Are you… are you still my friend?” she asked as her body shuddered.
“Of course! Of course, I am, baby. What was the first thing we promised when we took that next step? That our friendship would always come first. I’m here for you if you need me, but you have to decide how that will be.”
“I don’t want to be just your friend, though.”
“Well, if you still feel that way after taking some time. Then I’ll be here.”
“Well, then I guess I should go…” she said weakly.
“I know I have no right to ask, but….”
Her head flung eagerly to him. “But what….”
“Can you.. can you just stay the night? Could we, maybe, just sleep in each other's arms tonight. It may be the last time, for now… or it may be the last forever, but… I just don’t want to think it may never happen again.”
Casey nodded vigorously as her tears bounced to the floor.
“Yeah,” she whispered, “Yeah. I’d… I’d like that too. But with one condition.”
“What is it.”
“In the morning, you leave for work before I wake. I’ll get some stuff together, and I’ll go. I can do it by myself, but I can’t bear the thought of having to walk out after saying goodbye to you. Could you do that for me?”
“Sure,” he sighed, “I can do anything for you.”
Falling into each other's arms, they made their way down the hall, maybe for the last time. They collapsed into bed, and exhaustion overtook them mercifully. They fell asleep quickly. But throughout the night, they never once extracted themselves from each other's arms.
Tobias felt sick when the alarm went off, but he knew he had to do what he had to do. His heart ached as he watched her, sound asleep under his covers. He wanted to wake her and say he had changed his mind. He wanted her there forever. But he couldn’t because he truly wanted her there forever. But it had to be right. They both had to know in their hearts it was real, and, right now, he didn’t believe that to be true. He stood in the doorway and stared at her for a long while, then with all the strength he had, he turned and walked away. As he made his way to the door, he prayed to God that it wasn’t for the last time.
Casey woke an hour later. She shot up and anxiously looked around the room. That uneasy feeling you get when your world is falling apart overtook her. Was it a bad dream? Did it really happen? Was there a magic wand that would make it all go away? But she knew the answers. Ethan was in the hospital, his fate still uncertain. Tobias was… gone. And there was no magic wand. She’d have to put in the work and carve out her way, whatever that was to be. It was the last day this would be her home. She was alone, heartbroken, and afraid, but out of nowhere, a feeling overtook her. Tobias was right. They’d be OK… she’d be OK, one way or another.
She was happy for the distraction when her phone rang… it was Sienna who was back on shift. Casey answered eagerly, thinking there could be news.
“Si, what’s up? Are you at the hospital?”
“Yeah, I am,” she said nervously.
“What is it?” Casey asked anxiously, throwing her legs off of the side of the bed. “Is it Ethan, has something gone….”
“No, no. There’s no change… We finally convinced Alan to leave for a shower and a couple of hours sleep and….”
“Si, spit it out.”
“You may want to get down here.”
“Why?”
“Because Louise just showed up. And she’s refusing to leave without seeing him.”
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kkusuka · 4 years ago
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Haikyuu kinks setter eddition <33
here is the ace eddition 
here is the Middle blocker version
Includes: Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume,  Yahaba Shigeru and  Keishin Ukai
Cw: pet play, degradation, humiliation, cock warming, cuckolding, bare baking, public sex, photography,   (those are the more serious one, every thing else should be fine <3) 
and here we go!
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oh he is so pretty
Kageyama Tobio
Oral
It goes both ways too
He could append the rest of his life in between your thighs and that’s that
But that would mean missing the slice of heaven you give him when you go down on him
And he doesn't think he could live without that, you're just that good 
Little secret for you : he will literally be putty in your hands if you suck his balls, it will literally send him into outer space 
Vanilla sex
NOT IN THE BAD WAY
HE LIKES IT FOR A GOOD REASON
DON’T KILL ME
He just likes to be in love with you 
It's his awkward version of love making, but he’ll burn up if you call it that
Just looking you in the eyes and softly thrusting in you 
Holding your hand 
Soft kisses and whispers of love 
AWWW he’s so soft for you.
Cockwarming 
This is really only foe when he wants to have sex
But also wants to watch old tapes of volleyball games
Normally tricks you into it, he’ll say he wants to fuck on the couch, y’all start to do it and he just stops gets you on his lap and watches
You don't like that too much
But when he harshly thrusts up everytime you whine telling you he won't let you cu for a week
Then you start to behave
But no worries he’ll eventually let you grind on him like whore, and he’ll play with your nipples until you've came
Your still not moving tho
Sensory deprivation 
This is a control tactic 
He goes all you for this
When he wants control he gets it 
The most common thing when this side of Kags comes out is having you kneel on the floor
Well kneeling with your legs tied in the position, your arms tied behind your back
with earmuffs and a blindfold
With a vibrator torturing your poor hole. 
Oh! And either a spider gag or a ball gag!
It's just you and never ending pleasure until he wants to indulge <3
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(look at him walking, he does it so well) 
Oikawa Tooru
Public sex & Humiliation
Specifically riding 
Sitting you on his lap and pretending nothing is going on, while he’s really 8 inches deep
He’ll make you reach down and folder his ball to help HIM get off, for you? Well i guess you’ll just have to bounce a bit now wont you!
Knowing that to everyone else you two just look like a regular couple enjoying a bowl of ramen makes him love defiling you in public even more. 
Aw. Are you embarrassed? You can’t be that ashamed if your fucking yourself on me
You never know how far he will take it either
One time when you were at dinner with Tooru and some of his friends, he had sat you in his lap and spread your legs for them to see
You were so embarrassed, even more when he started cooing in your ear about how much of a show whore you were
You couldn't look his friends in theirs eyes for a few hours
Gangbangs/ Cuckolding 
You already know he believes in sharing is caring!
And he sure knows how to share!
You're just too perfect to not share with Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa!
And have you seen his friends, you’d like to give it a try
And he practically begged you to do it, and you can't deny a pretty boys puppy dog eyes
No one can deny the puppy dog  eyes
He never thought anything could beat the feeling of being on the court, but seeing you trying to fit Mattun in your weeping hole and deepthroating iwa may just do the trick
Watching his friends fuck you may just be his favorite pass time
Cum eating 
H e  i s  a  w h o r e 
He tries to tell you it's to make you “clean” 
Yup, he sucks all of his friends cum out of you to make sure you're all his. 
Oh! Sometimes Iwa will cum in your mouth and make Tooru make out with you until all the cum is gone between the two of you!
Praise 
This is practically in all aspects of life
But when hes fucking you he wants to hear how amazing he’s making you feel
Yeah, his dick hits that perfect spot doesn't it? 
He wants to hear it
He wants to hear EVERYTHING 
His hips feel good against your thighs? Say it and loudly too!
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Sugawara Koshi
Slight pet play
He really just wants someone to take care of
And what better way to do that then have his puppy by his side. 
And it keeps him grounded
He’ll be all frustrated then he just looks at you
On your knees looking back up at him
And all of a sudden everything is ok again. 
Body worship 
Mostly from him to you
He just thinks you are so perfect
Sometimes he just wants you to stirp so he can spend hours just exploring your body
He’ll lay you down and just tell you how beautiful you are over and over
When he’s in a caring mood everything he does will be accompanied with a sweet compliment 
Just let him do his thing <3
Caregiver 
We saw this coming 
Suga-momma will do anything for you
Had a bad day, ok he’ll let you use his cock to get off
You’ll feel better. 
But, this is everyday life too
He sometimes helps dress you up.
He packs your lunch for work,  always with a little note expressing his love for you
He just loves to know that you are comfortable and that you feel loved by him all the time. 
Slight medical / doctor 
I just feel like he wants you to be “healthy” 
He’ll have a whole set up too
He’ll strap your legs up and “examine” his baby
And once he is sure all is well, 
He’ll just fuck you then and there
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if only he were real
Atsumu Miya
Dirty talk / Degradation 
This is literally cannon-
He calls you all the names in to book
The favorite? He can't bring himself to choose 
They all have different tones!
He does like to use “Cocksleve” more than often!
If you didnt know any better you would truly believe that he only thinks of you as a hole to fuck. 
“ yes, clench just like that Cum-rag, you're too good at this”
“God, you’re hole loves my cock, i should just keep you here and fuck you or the rest of your life, leave you dripping in my cum all day and night” 
He just LOVES doing this act
"Are you my slut?"
"Yes"
"Tell me you're my slut"
"I'm your slut"
"Say it again"
"I'm your slut"
He could live just hearing that everyday (not really but he says it to show how happy he is-) 
Overstimulation  
A built in ego boost
He loves seeing you messy and  begging
He doesn't even listen to what you're begging. More? Stop? 
Yeah well he doesn't listen anyway, he’ll do it until he wants to stop
Just hold your legs up, let him see your slutty hole and let him work
He’ll make you feel good, he always does :)
Dacryphilia  
You just look so goddamn pretty
He literally makes you cry to get to comfort you
As in comfort i mean fuck you to sleep
He doesn't do it that often but he always makes it worth it when he does
Is it bad that he likes to have you sob on his dick?
He’s not a monster tho!
Your consent is key!
(we stan a king) 
Pet play 
Puppy
He has a full leash for you
But when he feel especially cold he makes you eat on the floor 
And out of a bowl :(
But only when he’s in a seriously bad mood, but just having you listen to him so weak makes him feel so much better!
Just let him indulge in this, it makes him feel better that he’s in control 
Extra little thing for tsumu
He records you two 
He doesn't even bother to put them in a hidden folder either
They are just in between all the regular pictures
AND he screenshots your  your nudes, prints some of them out and tapes them to his wall
Samu thinks you look very nice :)
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he his the meaning of pretty
Akaashi Keji
Toys 
He loves to have you rides dildo in front of him
Or he’ll have a bullet vibrator in you while grocery shopping.
He plugs you up anytime he’s not in you. 
You can bet that if he’s not fucking you you're either fucking yourself, or being fucked by a little machine
And there is a method to his madness
But he will never tell you
He does all of this to see you, he likes to watch you and all your faces
You just look so adorable clenching your eyes shut and blabbering about nothing 
He just like basking in your beauty  
Oh he is so precious (and so are you) 
Light bondage 
He really only does this to show control
He can't let you get too full of yourself now
You’re still all his.
And he’ll put you in your place any second
He gives you control, and you need to play by the rules
If not. He’ll just tie you up and not look at you for as long as he see fits
You should’ve just listened to him
Cockwarming  
Akaashi is constantly working!
Sometimes he just wants you near him when he gets his work done
You’re also a calming factor to him
Sometimes he get so stressed and can only respond to it by thrusting into you a few times and kissing hickeys into your neck
But after the first time, he fell in love with it!
Watching a movie? 
He wants to be in you
But he’ll hug you close and press you against him, and he’ll cuddle into you
You guys have even fallen asleep while doing it
(oh to fall asleep while cockwarming Akaashi) 
Cuckolding  
Again, he works so much
And sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you :(
Well thankfully, he has a best friend who is always very pent up and ready to fuck!
He could tell you weren't sure at first but after him reassuring it was fine and being non-stop fucked for 3 hours by a professional volleyball player
He could tell you liked it. 
So, when he feels like he won't make you feel as good as he can, Bokuto is already on the phone walking out of his apartment!
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like a little potted plant
Kenma Kozume
Cockwarming 
Gamer boy wants you as close to you for as long as possible. 
Sometimes he resents that he streams because he can't have you on his dick
You also help to manage his game ginger
When you're there he doesn't yell as much or throw is controller 
Instead he places the remote down, he takes a deep breath and hugs you
He’s like a cat when he gets like this
He’ll be nestled in your neck- practically purring
Before continuing his game.. 
Cuckolding 
In simple terms 
He likes watching Kuroo fuck you
Like he REALLY likes seeing Kuroo dick you down
We all know he’s not the confrontational type, so when you’re being bad, his only opinion is to call his best friend
He cat tell you like it too because you take any chance you can to act up
But he always makes sure they you know your all his before the end of the night. 
Photography 
Being someone whose life revolves around social media 
It is absolutely no surprise that he likes to have visal pieces of you to take with him wherever he goes. 
 He specifically likes mirror nudes, with those cat ear thigh highs that he got you.
You remember one time he went on a trip to another city and asked you to send him some stuff
And in return he sent a little video of him jacking off, and thus it became a tradition every time you were away from the other. 
Slight Pet play
Mostly leashes collars and pet names. 
he does not take it that far,but he likes to know his kitten listens to him.  
The worst it got was when he put a dog leash on you and walked you around the apartment when Kuroo was over
You did receive the teasing of your life but good kittens don't speak
And you oh so desperately wanted to be a good Kitten for Kenma. 
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tounge
Semi Eita
Under the influence 
You and I both know this man smokes-
And smoking just happens to make him horny
Like really horny
And if you're there next to him he’s not gonna jack off??
You guys have sex almost every time he smoke
And when you smoke? 
Oh he just cant help himself, you look so pretty eyes glazed over 
He’ll make you say so so much better. 
Recording
He has a folder on his computer
And another on his phone
And all saved to his cloud
Of what? 
Videos of you fucking
And a select few of sucking his dick
And what does he do with all of these? 
He watches them, sometimes with you in the room
Like you too are hanging out and suddenly he’s on his computer watching you bounce on his dick. 
Nudes
Clearly he likes to have you naked on a screen somewhere
And when he’s in public he can't exactly start watching homemade porn
so , he has a solution!
Make you send as many nudes as you can before he has to go out!
He has no shame for it either
One of your more “artistic” photos became his lockscreen
Which you begged him to remove considering his bandmates had begun to make comments about it. 
Hair pulling 
He does it all the time
And he does it  so hard too
Every time he hits from behind
His hand is on your head and already pulling 
Or when you suck him off
I'll pull your hair up, then push your whole head back down 
And repeat. 
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oh my god i am in love with him
Shirabu Kenjiro
Degradation 
This man has a mouth
And a mean one 
AND a killer attitude
And he spares you none of that. 
He ridicules and demands, dehumanizes, and you love it
“Admit you’re just a whore, getting off on being a hole. Disgusting” 
Over the weekends, why you have nothing to do, he makes you stay around the house completely naked 
“You're flaunting all you have like a prostitute, that's what you want right? O be used like a street whore?” 
He’s just a mean guy :p
Humiliation
It just makes sense at this point
He really likes to makes you take off your panties when you wear skirts in public
Then he likes to have you bend down and grab things for him
Or 
He’ll have you sit, man spreading, but the catch is there is a huge hole in your pants, so anyone at the right angle can see everything. 
Of course none of this goes without witty comments and insults from bang boy. 
Bondage 
He loves having you weak in front of him
It’s a total power trip for him
Like everything the two of you do, it consist of you being a good whore and him being a big ole meanie
He’ll leave you tied up for hours with a fuck machine pounding your poor hole
Or hell have you with a spider gag in and he’ll make you grind into the floor
He’ll laugh at you 
Record you and he’s even sent videos of youtube some of his old teammates
This one time, he had you tied up to your bedpost and just left, he walked out of the room and you didn't even know how long it was until he came back. 
Pet play
You were mouthing off to him? Oh no they won't do
He pretty much uses it as leverage against you
Good pets so mouth off do they? 
No? What I thought.
Its a form of punishment mostly
Keeping you kneeling on the floor below him for hours while he studies
He makes you eat down there
And he’ll pet your head, but if you even think about leaning into it, he’ll stop 
He’s so mean :(
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bird boiiiii
Kanji Koganegawa
Pegging 
He’s a baby
A pretty baby, that anyone would like a chance to ruin. 
He probably didn't even know what is was and still agreed, but no he begs for it
And who are you to deny your baby? 
It was kinda hard at first considering he was so big, but you managed, and are very good at making him cum, like really really good. 
Hand kink 
He really just likes to see how much bigger his hands are 
He’ll grab your handd and thread your fingers together, your hands are just so soft, opposite of his
He also likes to stick his fingers in your mouth and likes when he gets to suck on yours. 
Ddlb / Dmlb
There is no explanation other then he’s baby
And he needs to be taken care of, before he dose something stupid 
And you love taking care of your overgrown baby :)
He’s all smiley and cute when you do!
How could you resist? 
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his grandpa is hotter but whatever 
you didnt see that.
Keishin Ukai
Public sex
In his store 
On the counter
Five Minutes before closing time 
It cannon
It's the risk factor for him, anyone can just walk in and see you fall apart on his cock
It's actually happened before, Shin wanted to do it and you agreed but didn't expect Takeda to waltz in and look directly at you. 
Yeah he immediately came then shoved you onto the floor to hide you from Ittetsu’s prying eyes
Daichi has also heard the two of you fucking in the gym storage closet, but chose not to say anything. 
Barebacking
It's like a primal urge to him
Condoms are annoying ang time consuming, you guys are gonna be together anyways might as well let him fill you like a good fuck toy
When he cums in you he also doesn't let you clean it out
He makes you stand there, face three inches away from your core, and watches his cum drip from you
Condoms won't let him do that, will they?
Humiliation
I mean he’s into fucking you in public, so this is pretty much a must at this point
He puts you in these positions so you have no choice but to be embarrassed
I mean what kind of slut like getting fucked in plain sight?
When you go out with him he makes you wear all these ridiculous outfits that practically show everything
And he makes fun of you when they look! 
Pornography 
Yes as in homemade porn
Why would he keep you all to himself?
Everyone deserves to experience that
And people love you!
If the thousands of comments and requests say anything about it!
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oh to do that to Maddog
Yahaba Shigeru
Choking 
We all saw the scene with Maddog 
Come on, he’ll do that to anyone
I feel like he just likes seeing his hands around your neck. 
He likes how fail you are and how is ands just wrap around your neck
He knows where to squeeze too
He’ll hold your pressure point to the pint you think your gonna pass out
Light BDSM
Nothing to crazy, he likes having you tied up and ready that's all
Maybe eagle spread on the bed?
Or hell have you kneeling next to him, arms tied behind your back mouth ready and opened
The possibilities are endless
Fingering 
He likes his hands- 
But it's mostly about you
Seeing your hole up close
It sucking his fingers, like a good hole should
Plus he has better control with his fingers, so he hits all the good spots over and over until yout crying <3
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love-amihan · 3 years ago
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✧ masterlists ✧
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CONFESSION // INUMAKI TOGE
amihan's note: from bebi kei’s juicy brain, i didn’t notice that i completely changed the plot but eh, was planning to make this gender neutral but idk what to call it other than waterboy/girl so yeah, sticking with fem pronouns. i wanted a different ending but i think i’ll spare y’all since i have a lot of angsts coming in, happy reading!
varsity!toge x watergirl!reader
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your grip on the bottle tightens as you watch toge run another lap, this will be his last lap, both in this very field and at this school.
you don’t know if he’s gonna continue with this path once he enters college, you are not close to him but that didn’t stop you from getting invested in him.
inumaki toge is looked up to by many, who wouldn’t? he’s the face of the school, even at a young age, he’s achieved a lot compared to others. your legs begin to tremble as your palms become sweaty, it was like you’re the one in the field more than toge himself.
the people sitting behind you are at the edge of their seats too, “and we have a winner, a clean finish by our ever rising star, inumaki toge!” the announcer exclaims as the crowd goes wild with you clapping along with them, like always you meet him halfway off the field bringing all the necessities with you.
“you did great, congratulations” you try your best not to get flustered under his intense gaze. you see, you’ve had eyes on him ever since he became well-known in track and field. he might even be the reason why you applied to be a watergirl rather than joining a sport yourself.
toge smiles, your chest immediately getting that warm familiar feeling whenever you're near him. “thank you, y/n” maybe this was also the reason why you started viewing him different from the others. he’s always been kind and welcoming, especially towards you.
but what’s stopping you from confessing? it’s his last day, it’s not like you’ll see him after high school anyways. why not take the chance? ah that’s right, you fear rejection, who doesn’t?
you pose for the camera, smiling as you proudly show your diploma. you can’t believe it, this will be your last day at this school, no more stealing glances whenever varisities practice for upcoming school competition, no more watching and admiring toge from afar.
your smile falters at the thought, regret soon comes rising up inside you, if only you could’ve at least let your feelings be known to him.
you feel a tap from your shoulder, your eyes widen upon recognizing, “can i talk to you for a second?” toge says while gesturing to the side, he smiles at your parent waving at them.
successfully pulling you to a secluded area. toge can finally breathe after being bombarded with a lot of congratulations and questions.
you try your best to avoid eye-contact, clammy hands gripping your diploma. why would he even call you to talk? did he know? you can’t handle any rejection at this moment, today should be nothing but celebration!
you doubt he would even remember you in the future, you’re sure he was just being kind whenever you hand him a bottle. your thoughts soon come to a stop, his hands cradling yours, “look at me,” your gaze slowly moves up to him.
“i’ve liked you for a long time now, y/n” his eyes looking back at you with nothing but pure sincerity and love. you stutter out incoherent words, the butterflies in your stomach going wild, mind is swirling with a lot of thoughts.
he clears his throat, his cheeks becoming pink from his next words, “would you mind waiting for me until we finish college?” you stare back at him, speechless because after all those years, the feelings were mutual all along. toge chuckles while shaking his head.
letting go of your hand he turns to the side, his heart hurting from your lack of reaction, “i knew you don’t feel the same way-” you step closer to him, holding his face in place. with your eyes closed you lean in and passionately kiss him.
after a few moments, you pull away grinning ear to ear, “i’ve always wanted to do that,” you say with your chest heaving from having your breath taken away. “is that a yes?” toge asks, still dazed with what’s happening, you giggle and nod your head eagerly, “would love to.”
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sevlgi · 4 years ago
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how it feels
requested: no
group: stray kids
pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader
genre: fluff, slight angst
contents: high school!au but there’s not much school involved, best friend!hyunjin, mutual pining, hyunjin’s a hopeless romantic
warnings: none
synopsis: comforting your best friend after a breakup usually doesn’t involve making him fall in love with you, but both of you just want to know what it feels like.
a/n: yes hello please enjoy this fic that i’m randomly dropping in the middle of my hiatus 🙃 i’ll hopefully be able to write a gg fic of some kind for y’all soon! the ending of this is so fucking lazy, sorry
word count: 5.3k
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“Why, Y/N? Can’t she just tell me why?”
“I know,” you comfort, rubbing your best friend’s back as he sniffles with his knees up to his chest. It’s hard to see him in the darkness that’s brought by the blanket resting over the both of you like a tent, but in the glow of Hyunjin’s phone, you can see the tear tracks on his face. “I’m sorry, Jinnie.”
He pouts and scrubs yet another tear off his cheek, lamenting, “Why can’t I never fall in love with someone who loves me back? We’re only in high school, it shouldn’t be this complicated.”
Dabbing at his face with a tissue, you sigh, “I guess you have bad luck. Or bad judgement, could be both. There are plenty of people who are dying to love and appreciate you, you know, you’re the one who never spares them a glance.”
Hyunjin shakes his head. “No, those people only think I’m the long-haired guy from the dance team. They would treat me the same,” he frowns tearily. “I just want someone who likes me first.”
It always goes this way for him, you know-- you’ve seen it too many times, the stages of your best friend falling in love with someone who leads him on, enjoys his company for a while before dumping him and his expectations in the dirt. Maybe it’s the undeniable pressure to be the perfect partner that Hyunjin wants more than anything, or maybe he just always ends up liking assholes. But either way, it’s carnage for Hyunjin’s heart, and he never gets used to it no matter how many  times it happens.
He’s too sensitive and warm-hearted for his own good, so all he can do after the latest breakup is cry into his favorite pillow on a Tuesday night. If you weren’t so willing to immediately come to comfort him, Hyunjin would’ve been doing it alone, too, and he would’ve cried for far longer than he has.
“Who do I go to prom with now?” he questions sadly, breaking you from your recollections about the many times you’ve done this before.
Unfortunately, all his question does is make you laugh. “It’s a serious question!” Hyunjin protests, scowling at you.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” you say, still chuckling. “I mean, would it be so bad to go to prom with a friend? I’m sure Yeji- wait never mind, not Yeji… I’m sure someone would go with you for appearances’s sake. Or if you don’t mind, just ask Lix, he’s too nice to say no even if he wanted.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” he says, flopping back onto his bed. The clock by his bedside reads 2:33 am, and you can already feel your physics final cursing you. “I want to go with someone I feel something for, you know? It’s our prom, Y/N, I want to feel the prom-ness of promposals and picking out outfits and all that with someone I love.”
You shake your head and push his knee lightly. “Unfortunately, most people our age haven’t even been in love yet, so I doubt many people can help you feel it. But you know what I’m feeling right now?”
“Please don’t say pancakes,” Hyunjin groans, “I’m not waking my parents up to teach us how to use the stove again.”
Throwing a pillow at him, you roll your eyes, “I feel tired, dumbass. And we have finals tomorrow, so how about we invite our friends out to get boba afterwards so we can find you a prom date? You can complain all you like about how the three weeks before prom happens are too short to fall in love, yadda yadda.”
“Fine. But don’t mock me, my many feelings are perfectly valid,” your best friend warns you, and rolls over to turn the light off.
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Seungmin frowns when Hyunjin finally shows up at the entrance of the school’s closest boba shop, looking slightly disheveled from dance practice. “Finally. You’re annoying, and late.”
“Jeongin’s later,” Hyunjin objects, plopping down in the spot next to you and accepting the drink you hold out to him. The amount of mango yogurt with boba he drinks is definitely unhealthy (and expensive), but he’ll only groan more about his breakup if you didn’t get it for him. “Why do you literally never complain about him?”
“Jeongin’s cute, and you aren’t.”
The long-haired boy scoffs and sips at his drink sulkily as Felix returns with his own order. “Oh, hey, Hyunjin. I didn’t see you arrive,” Felix smiles sunnily. “Jisung’s not coming today, by the way. Something about having to stay for detention.”
You raise your eyebrows at that new piece of information. “Really? For what?”
“Playing a song entitled ‘Fuck You Bitch’ in Bio, I believe.”
Seungmin snorts in laughter, sighing fondly, “Sounds like him. Anyway, I heard we’re here to solve the problem of Hwang Hyunjin’s prom date. Or… lack thereof?”
“You’re so mean,” your best friend groans. 
Ignoring him, you clasp your hands on the table and lean in conspiratorially. “I doubt any of you haven’t heard at this point, but he got dumped, for lack of a better word, and now, like the rest of us, Hyunjin has no prom date. But unlike us, he actually still wants one.”
“I’ll go with you,” Felix offers, still chewing on the straw in his mouth.
You elbow Hyunjin, who pushes you back before responding. “Thank you, Lixie, but like I explained to Y/N, I want to go with someone I’m in love with. I want to know how it feels, you know?”
“I don’t know,” Seungmin deadpans. At Hyunjin’s crestfallen expression, though, he says, “I mean, we can definitely try, but I feel like the rest of the people left in this school are either too young or not your type. And is 3 weeks really enough for you to be ‘in love again’?”
“Knowing me, maybe…? But I think I’d need to know the person already,” your best friend pouts.
Jeongin arrives then, conveniently missing most of the conversation before he squishes in on the end of the booth. “Well, you better not try to fall in love with me,” the youngest grins.
“I’d never pick you,” Hyunjin jabs back. “But out of the people I do know…”
“I volunteer,” you joke.
Your friends snicker, thankfully, but the boy sitting right next to you turns with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually…”
“I don’t like that expression,” Jeongin narrows his eyes.
“I think I could fall in love with Y/N in 3 weeks,” Hyunjin says nonchalantly, as if it’s nothing. He completely ignores all the shocked expressions around him.
In truth, as easy as Hyunjin falls in love, he’s also incredibly easy to fall for. You’d never admit it to him, but you have loved him before, with the kind of burning passion that he somehow has with every one of his relationships.
You’re over it, and you have been for a long time, but him saying that maybe he could love you so very easily makes it all come back up to the surface. “For real?” Felix questions.
“I mean, I don’t like you yet--” your heart falls (stupidly)-- “but I think I could.”
“So… what do you want me to do?” you ask.
Hyunjin smiles, so pure and beautiful that you wonder how his girlfriend just left him, and says, “I want you to help me figure out how it feels to really be in love.” He scrambles to interrupt Seungmin, whose mouth is opening. “It’s just three weeks before prom. We’ll just feel happy together, none of the other shit--”
“You are so cheesy,” Jeongin interjects. “And I think you’ve watched too many dramas. Did you pause to think how Y/N feels about your plan?”
You appreciate your younger friend’s considerateness, but the guilty expression on Hyunjin’s face prompts you to say, “I mean, I don’t think I could like you like that, so… sure. I’ll help you.”
“Really?” All three of your friends ask as they turn to you. 
“Yeah,” you shrug. “What, you fall in love with me in three weeks for prom, I don’t reciprocate, but we move on as friends? I think it’ll be fine.”
“It never works like that though,” Seungmin doubts. He isn’t as cynical as he seems, but in the presence of overly-optimistic Felix and Hyunjin, he and Jeongin always end up as the voice of reason. Usually, you’re with them, but this time, you’re the one enabling the idiocy of the new plan.
Hyunjin grins, “Then we’ll make it work like that.”
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With the amount of time that passes before Hyunjin mentions his plot again, you almost forget about it. The first week is normal in a way that makes you nervous-- you hang out like normal, doing homework in the library with your friends as Minho harrasses Chan, eating lunch wherever you can find a spot. There isn’t really time to be alone, just the two of you, and you aren’t sure how Hyunjin is supposed to ‘fall in love’ with you if it’s just normal.
Of course, it doesn’t last long.
It takes a while for it to set in that when Hyunjin asks you to go watch a drive-through movie with him, it isn’t just so he can show off his brand-new car. It’s a date, and it’s stated painfully clearly in his text from the night before.
However, you don’t realize it until you’re literally getting into his car in front of your house.
“Wait. This is a date, isn’t it?”
Hyunjin chuckles nervously, looking over at you in the passenger seat, and you notice for the first time that he’s put on a bit of makeup, and his car doesn’t smell like Jisung’s hot cheetos for once. “I mean, yeah. I meant it when I said I wanted you to help, and I thought you did too? It doesn’t have to be one if you’re backing out, though, it’s totally fine.”
“I’m not backing out,” you shake your head. You really aren’t-- so far, nothing has happened that would make you want to back out yet, and no freshman-year feelings for your best friend have resurfaced just yet. “I just forgot. You know me.”
“Yeah, I know your goldfish brain,” Hyunjin teases, setting the car in motion. There’s lo-fi playing, and he’s a good driver, so you relax. “You forget everything.”
“I do not! You’re the one who has to be reminded of everyone’s birthday but mine,” you protest. If he wasn’t driving, you would shove him, and you remind him of that, to his dismay.
Hyunjin hums as soon as the two of you fall into comfortable silence, your foot tapping lightly to the music, and with the sun setting on the distant horizon, it’s so familiar. You try to interrupt the peace anyway. “So, what movie are we seeing?”
“10 Reasons I Hate You,” he answers. “It’s a classic, and you haven’t seen it.”
“And you love romcoms,” you finish.
He doesn’t protest, only sending you a small smile. You’re pulling into the theater already anyway, in one of the better rows to watch the movie as Hyunjin turns his radio on and starts fiddling with it. “There’s snacks in the backseat,” he offers, to no surprise.
They’re some of your favorites, though there are also the chips that he can’t live without. There’s a blanket, which drapes awkwardly over the cupholder between the two of you, and a bottle of juice that you place in his lap immediately. “You like watermelon juice more than I do.”
“Thanks,” he says quietly, almost surprised.
You scowl and poke him, allowed to now that you’re safely parked and waiting for the movie to begin. “Don’t act all shocked, we’ve been friends since orientation and I’ve spent more than half my paychecks getting this damn juice for you.”
“Mean,” Hyunjin protests, but he hands you your favorite soda from under his seat anyway. “And shut up, it’s starting.”
He seems to know the intro to the movie, smiling when the first line of dialogue sounds, all crackly over the shitty radio, and you eventually stop staring at him to watch the movie instead. Of course, you can’t keep yourself from asking, “Why do you like romcoms so much, anyway? You’ve never explained to me, for all the ones I’ve watched with you.”
“I like happy endings, I think,” the long-haired boy responds after a short pause to think. “Not to be dramatic, but I haven’t had one yet, so maybe watching other people being happy makes me happier too.”
You nod, taking it as a perfectly acceptable answer. Knowing how sentimental your best friend is, it’s nowhere near a stretch, either, being something that just fits with his personality.
He talks occasionally to tell you a little tidbit that he knows: by the end, you’ve learned about how it’s a modern adaptation of a rather misogynistic Shakespeare play, how the entire movie was shot without sets, and how the scene of Kat reading the poem was the first take. It’s interesting, of course, but you’re more captured by the way Hyunjin’s smile glints in the weak light filtered through the car windows.
The sky is dark when the credits roll and Hyunjin reaches for the steering wheel, almost too dark for you to see anything outside when you’re driving back to your house.
“So? How was it?”
“How was what?” you ask, moving your hands around vaguely. “The snacks? The movie? The date?”
“All of the above?” Hyunjin says hesitantly.
You answer immediately, “It was perfect. You knew that, though.”
“I didn’t really. I mean, I’ve never taken you on a date,” he muses. “And plenty of the people I’ve dated before weren’t even willing to watch a rom-com with me.”
“Then that’s their problem,” you say. “Anyone who isn’t willing to watch a rom-com with you is just an asshole, and I stand by that.”
Hyunjin smiles sweetly. You’re parked by the curb in front of your house at this point, so it’s slightly more easy to see the silhouette of your friend’s face. “That’s nice of you. I dunno though, I wouldn’t want to label everyone who doesn’t like romcoms as an asshole.”
“That’s not what I mean.” You shift a little bit to face him, pausing before you explain, “I think that if someone is so unwilling to try something that means so much to the person they like, then they don’t really like them.”
“I guess. You know, there’s another reason why I like romcoms so much.”
You don’t speak, waiting for Hyunjin to explain. And he does. “I think romcoms give me hope,” he nods. “Like… they make me think that anything’s possible, not just happy endings. Maybe the person who I don’t even have a chance with secretly likes me back, you know?”
“I can’t really imagine someone who wouldn’t like you if you liked them, but I think I get it,” you smile.
“At least you try. See you at school next week?”
“Come on, we both know that Binnie’s dragging all of us out to beat Chan’s ass at bowling,” you sigh, taking it as a sign to open your car door. 
Before you make it completely outside, though, Hyunjin’s hand rests on your wrist. “Y/N, thanks for tonight.”
“Anytime,” you respond breathlessly, closing the door a little louder than you probably should.
You do mean it.
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“Remind me again why we have to go prom outfit shopping together?”
Hyunjin pouts, peering in the window of yet another shop. His arm rests gently on your shoulder despite the way you jokingly pushed it off at the beginning of the day, but you really don’t mind. “Isn’t it cute to have matching prom outfits? We should be color-coordinated in some way.”
“I mean, sure… but isn’t online shopping just easier?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. “It’s the 21st century, Jin.”
“You’re so unromantic,” he groans, and finally pushes the door open to a thrift store to lead you inside.
You wrinkle your nose at the heavy smell of perfume that hits you as soon as you step inside. “And you watch too many movies. You’ve known me for almost four years, you aren’t going to have some magical moment where you realize you like me just because I put on a sparkly outfit of some kind.”
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll suddenly think that you love me when you see me in a tux,” Hyunjin grins.
You don’t respond to that, and he doesn’t push it, taking it as just another joke of his. Of course he doesn’t know about freshman year, and he definitely doesn’t know about how you still aren’t sure if that crush ever subsided. He shouldn’t know. 
He’s too picky to pick something at the first store, you know, so you just follow him around as he flicks through things that are either too fitted or too loose, too patterned or too plain. 
It takes three stores for him to finally something that he likes, and he appears from the dressing room with a gorgeous grin on his face. “What do you think?”
“It’s… good. I mean, you look good,” you clarify. Of course Hyunjin looks perfect in anything, but the dark navy jacket over the patterned button-down he was already wearing just seem like they were a combo meant for him. 
He isn’t satisfied with your response, towering over you as you slump lower in the chair. “Just good?”
“Hot. Stunning, beautiful, sexy-- is that what you want to hear?” you respond sarcastically.
“That’s exactly it!”
Rolling your eyes, you pick up your things from the chair and say, “Then we’re done? Are you picking this one?”
“Yeah, but what about you?” Hyunjin asks. “Do you already have something, or are we going to get something? I’m still waiting for my kdrama moment, you know.”
You definitely don’t have something at home, but you don’t think you could bear being on the receiving end of the drama moment that your best friend so desperately wants. Something about having him suggest something for you to wear, reacting as dramatically as you know he will, just won’t allow your old feelings for him to sit still.
“I’m good. Let’s check out, and get some ice cream?” you offer to placate him.
Hyunjin grins and offers his arm to you again, practically skipping to the checkout. “Sounds perfect to me.”
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“Y/N, what the hell do I wear on a date?”
“How should I know?” You sound listless, flicking through one of the mangas that one of Changbin’s friends left as his house.
“You literally went on a date with your freshman year crush last week and then picked a prom outfit with him,” your friend scowls, tossing a shirt at your face. It’s clean, thankfully, but you still chuck it back at him.
“In my defense, I forgot that it was a date,” you respond, “and shut up about the ‘freshman year crush’ thing. I never would’ve told you if I knew you would use it against me like this.”
Changbin throws yet another piece of clothing in your direction, narrowly missing your face, and you raise a pillow to threaten him with. “You got me into this mess with Felix in the first place, so I think it’s even.”
“It’s not a mess if it’s what you asked me to do,” you complain, “and besides, you wouldn’t stop talking about this date for the past week despite it literally just being something we do together all the time.”
“I like Felix, I don’t like you.”
“Then I’m leaving you to agonize over your collection of colorful track pants on your own,” you warn, and he subsequently shuts up. “There we go. Don’t wear one of those, by the way, even though Felix wouldn’t say a single thing about it.”
“How was the date, by the way? And the three-year-old feelings?” Changbin asks as he continues to dig in his closet.
You hesitate. “It was… nice? Hyunjin knows way too much about Julia Stiles, but he was super enthusiastic and the movie was pretty good. He got the good snacks, too.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” he sighs. 
“Then what did you mean, Mr. ‘I Love Lee Felix With My Whole Tiny Brain’?” you challenge.
Changbin doesn’t take the bait, unfortunately. “Jeongin told me about the whole plot you and Hyunjin have going on. Are you really dumb enough to think that you can get him to love you without falling for him again, and then leave him after it?”
There’s no way to respond to his question without making a complete fool out of yourself, and so, you simply don’t. Apparently in one of his more coherent moods, Changbin continues on, “I’d say that you watched too many movies, but I’ve seen you avoid Hyunjin’s movie nights. What the hell is going on with you?”
“I mean, have you seen the way he looks when he wants something?” you answer unintentionally. “Obviously you weren’t with us at the at the boba shop, but I’m serious. I couldn’t say no to him, especially when he’s heartbroken.”
“What does he look like?” Changbin asks.
You sigh, “He… his eyes get kind of shiny, almost like he’se about to cry but not really like that. And I don’t really know, he just looks like he’d be sad if you said no but wouldn’t talk about it, and that’s the part that makes you want to say ‘yes’.”
“It sounds to me like your three-year-long crush is still here, then,” your friend replies. “Because I have never felt that way about Hyunjin before, but I know what expression you’re talking about.”
Staring at him like he’s grown two heads, you realize that he’s wearing a jean jacket that shouldn’t have taken so much time to pick out. “That’s a stupid conclusion.”
Changbin shrugs and picks his phone up on his way out. “You can think about it as stupid if you want, but I’m usually not wrong about this. I’m going now, do you want a ride or something? You can stay here as long as you want, though.”
“I’ll walk home, it’s still noon,” you answer. You need to think, anyway.
He walks to the kitchen for a drink of water, he claims, but he picks up his phone on the way there, presumably to talk to Felix like the lovey-dovey fool he is. You wrinkle your noise and wander in the hallway, fully intending to bully Changbin about his crush as long as possible.
But his low voice, echoing from the kitchen, definitely doesn’t sound like flirting. When Changbin strides out, on a mission, it’s obvious that something is wrong. “We have to go,” he says. “Jeongin and Hyunjin got in an accident.”
Fear bubbles in your throat, and you yank the front door open harder than you could’ve thought possible. “What? How? When? Is it just the two of them? Are they okay?”
“Minho says that he doesn’t know yet, he’s driving there too. They aren’t calling the police, they’re apparently fine enough to get us,” Changbin says as he backs out of the driveway. “But we better get there as soon as we can.”
“Then drive,” you exhale sharply, slamming your seatbelt on as if it’ll stop your heart from beating out of your chest.
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You leap out of the passenger’s side before the car even stops moving, finding Minho and Chan’s cars both parked at the side of the road behind the silver one that you remember to be Jeongin’s parents’. There’s a huddle of people there, Seungmin and Jisung parting so that you can make your way to the center.
To your relief, both your friends are okay; Hyunjin’s sitting on the trunk of the car, massaging his legs, and Jeongin’s definitely wincing a bit too much when he moves his neck. The car is dented, but not to the point of no repair.
Still, anger clouds your vision.
“What the hell’s wrong with the both of you?” you almost shout. “And what the fuck happened?”
Hyunjin starts, “Y/N, calm down. I was trying to teach Jeongin to drive, and we went a little off course--”
“Teaching him to drive, on the damn highway?” you question furiously. “You barely got your license three months ago, I get that you’re a good driver, but you aren’t a good enough driver for this! Whose idea was this?”
Jeongin timidly raises a hand, but Felix stops you from saying anything more. “Let’s all calm down, okay? Y/N, our friends are fine,” he says, low voice barely audible over the wind whipping around. “Everyone’s alive, which is the most important part here, and we can fix the car, which isn’t all that important. Let’s just focus on getting someone here to help, okay?”
“I’ve called my uncle to come and tow the car, we’re just going to get Hyunjin and Jeongin to the hospital, okay?” Seungmin reassures you. “Changbin’s car is too small, and you’re the better driver, so you and Hyunjin take it. Jeongin will come in Minho’s car with me, and we’ll meet you there.”
You nod stiffly and get into the driver’s seat first, pretending like you don’t notice how Chan pulls Hyunjin back to talk with him.
You shouldn’t have gotten angry; it doesn’t make sense to be angry at all. You should’ve been scared, worried, anything but angry, and so, you can only try to calm your breathing by the time Hyunjin sits next to you and Chan’s car sets off.
“Why are you so mad?” he asks quietly.
It’s the wrong thing to say; you turn your head to him, incredulous. “Why am I mad? You could have died, both of you could have died!”
“And? How many things have we all done together that could’ve ended with us in a ditch?” Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “Hell, you were the one who decided that it would be fun to jump from the roof into Seungmin’s pool last summer, what’s changed? I get it, it was stupid, but you’ve never been so mad about something like this before.”
You exhale, tapping your fingers on Changbin’s steering wheel as you follow your friends’ cars. “To be honest, I don’t know.”
“Okay.”
It’s completely silent after that, at least until you reach the emergency room.
Jeongin and Hyunjin are fine, thankfully; the youngest has twisted a muscle in his neck, but it’s nothing that can’t heal on its own, and Hyunjin’s knees are merely bruised. Jisung’s the one who tells you, the older two of your friend group apparently dealing with the parents of the injured.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks, patting your arm. “You reacted a little… adversely earlier. Did you and Hyunjin have a fight?”
“Why is it always about me and Hyunjin?” you ask with narrowed eyes. “Can’t I be mad because they almost got themselves killed?”
Jisung raises an eyebrow. “You never get mad when we almost get ourselves killed, that’s Chan’s job. And you were basically yelling straight at Hyunjin, I’ve never seen the guy so scared.”
You exhale and sit back in the creaky hospital chair. You wish you could tell Jisung if there was something wrong, but you honestly don’t know what it is. “I don’t know. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
“You tell me, dude,” Jisung chuckles. “I think you should think about it. I mean, there’s barely two weeks until prom now, you barely have time to back out anymore.”
“Why would I back out?” you stare at him.
He pushes you to stand, and only says, “Think about it yourself. Okay?”
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You don’t tap out, but only because you don’t get Hyunjin alone enough to do so.
After your little yelling fest at him, he obviously doesn’t want to just talk to you, despite how you publicly apologize to both him and Jeongin. You don’t sit together during movie night, you sit at opposite corners of your study table in the library.
Until Felix’s parents invite all of you over to take prom pictures, all you get is a stilted silence.
“You look nice,” he mumbles when the two of you get ushered together in a pair. Except for Felix and Changbin, all the others are by themselves, and you wonder why Hyunjin was so hellbent to get himself a prom date when almost everyone else didn’t bother.
He himself looks absolutely perfect, his hair styled to perfection and a slight pink glittering on his lips. The suit that you picked out together is paired with a patterned shirt that you’ve never seen before, and it perfectly matches your own hastily-purchased outfit. Hyunjin offers a flower to you, color-coordinated, and you hold it in one hand with the other on his arm. “Thanks. You too.”
“Okay, smile, everyone!” Felix’s mom grins behind the camera. “Couples, stand closer together a little bit!”
With a (rather convenient) nudge from Minho, Hyunjin’s hand slips onto your waist, and heat rises to the tops of your ears. Felix’s mother is pleased, though, and the photos carry on with the occasional hoots of laughter when Jisung smacks a kiss onto Seungmin’s cheek and gets clocked as a result.
Conversation is never stilted when you’re with your friends, so despite the silence between Hyunjin and you, there’s no awkwardness during the ride there. Silence only falls when it’s just the two of you standing together in the corner of the venue, all the others off to dance or raid the buffet table.
You decide to speak first. “Are you pissed at me for yelling at you? Because I said I was sorry, and I am.”
“I’m not pissed at you,” Hyunjin shakes his head.
“Well, you’re sure acting like it,” you snap. With a sigh, you end up apologizing again, “Sorry. I just… I know that the plot was mostly a joke, just to take your mind off of the heartbreak and stuff. I kind of messed it up.”
“You messed it up?” He stares at you.
“Well, yeah… I yelled at you, didn’t I?”
Hyunjin sighs, almost like he expected a different answer. “No, that didn’t mess anything up. I mean, I got what I wanted, anyway.”
“And what was that?”
“I fell in love with you.”
It’s your turn to watch him, completely shellshocked. The sparkling, multicolored lights of the venue bounce off him like an otherworldly glow, and his eyes sparkle even though he’s avoiding your gaze. Maybe all the people falling at his feet, you included, are onto something. “I mean, it’s not exactly what I wanted,” he blabbers. “I wanted to be in love without it hurting, and obviously that failed, but… I should’ve known that it wouldn’t even take three weeks for me to love you.”
“Hyunjin.”
Your best friend still doesn’t look up, so you just ask softly, “Why does it hurt?”
“You don’t like me back, of course it hurts,” Hyunjin frowns. 
“Who said I didn’t like you back?”
He’s quiet, eyes flicking up to you like he thinks it’s Jisung pranking him or something. “Do you mean it?”
“We’re stupid, Hyunjin,” you laugh. “We’re so, so stupid. I had a crush on  you since we met, for two whole-ass years.”
“Well, I liked you for almost four, so I think I beat you there,” he says. But there’s a relieved smile on his face, his eyes curving prettily as he reaches for your hand. “Then… do you want to dance?”
“No romcom shenanigans,” you warn, but you allow yourself to be tugged out to the dance floor next to your friends with a smile.
Hyunjin’s grin as you twirl him around under the burning neon lights suddenly makes it seem like everything will just... magically be okay. If you had just been a little more courageous (or a little less stupid), maybe you could’ve seen it earlier.
But good things come with time and patience. And with all the patience you’ve had, waiting for this to happen, the way you finally feel with him makes it all worth it.
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omg stop i’m so glad you appreciate my hcs :,) i love writing them and sharing them w you makes my heart so happy!! thank you for taking the time to read them <3
more kuroo hcs for you 💌 :
whenever people ask when the two of you are gonna get married, he puts his hand in his pocket and turns to you saying “well this is awkward... i wasn’t planning on doing this now bu-“ and you know he’s joking just to make a scene but you both start laughing at his antics as he gets down on one knee and pulls out a breath mint PLEALSKE
he’d get incredibly happy and blushy if you tell him that he was in your dream bc even when you’re asleep, you’re thinking of him :,( he just feels so loved!!!
if you’re out and you’re feeling drained or tired, he’d place his hand on your head, smoothing your hair back as reassurance that once you get home, you’ll nap together
if you wear rings, he’ll gently take your hand in his and open your hand out so he can admire all the rings on your fingers. he’d lightly play with all of them and imagine sliding a huge diamond ring on your finger one day :(
if you guys are hanging out w his friends or coworkers and he starts to feel his social battery run out, he’ll lightly tap your hip or lower back twice as a silent “let’s go?” and he’d make up a random excuse to leave (although he’s an extrovert, i feel like being surrounded by a lot of people all the time is overwhelming to him). he truly appreciates how understanding you are bc of this :(
when you visit him at work, he’d let you sit in his nice comfy rolly chair and he’d sit in another chair and do his work bc he likes seeing you make yourself at home in his office! he’d do anything for you to be comfortable and happy (he’d even offer to bring you coffee just the way you like, not even bothering the interns to make coffee bc only he knows how you like it) omg would kuroo roll you around his office in the rolly chair when he gets bored? definitely.
he does so much for you so you feel happy, but what do you do for him that makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9? when you fix his tie for him, when you offer to do the dishes/chores even when it’s his turn, when you hug him first thing in the morning, when you text him randomly throughout the day or send him pictures of what you’re doing
when he first asked you to move in w him, he set up a separate bedroom for you in his apartment bc his parents used to sleep in different rooms sometimes when he was younger. they used to tell him that even married couples need space. although you two weren’t married (yet), he wanted to be considerate of your space. his heart beats incredibly fast when he hears you come into his room and slide under the warm blankets w him every night :) (sorry this is kinda sad omg i might have projected a teeny tiny bit 😩)
i feel like he makes really stupid purchases. like one summer, he bought a snow cone machine :// tetsu bub you can make that at home w the ice in your fridge :// but you let the man have fun w his gadgets bc of the shine in his eyes when he hands you a red snow cone (his favorite color looks extra pretty on your lips)
when you guys are watching a show together, he likes to share his thoughts and also hear yours. he’d pause once in a while to make up theories about what’s gonna happen and you guys get super excited when either of you are right, flailing your arms at eachother in excitement (pls it takes y’all 1 hour to watch a 25 min episode lmAODJDK)
it’s missing kuroo hours w lia and 🧸 anon :,)
- 🧸 anon
no, THANK YOU for taking the time to write these :' they give me an overwhelming amount of serotonin every time i read these 😫
AHHA THE PROPOSAL PLS him pulling out a breath mint lmaoo i'd love him for that, but also elbow him for making a scene :'
awww i need to dream of hi more :'( imagine it was a really weird dream though where he was floating in the air in purple pajamas
:((( he's so sweet and caring. the soft gestures are really making my heart melt here
RINGS well, looks like it's time for me to buy some 👀 (and yes, we would love a huge diamond ring on our left fourth finger :')
yes yes yes :((( his silent way of communicating with you is <33 kuroo would be so understanding of social batteries running out :'
YES BIG COMFY ROLLY CHAIRS !! the way he'll laugh when you get dizzy from spinning too much. him bring you special coffee :'(( OMG HIM PUSHING YOU AROUND <3
(and he'll plop himself on your lap and look around the room like "where'd y/n go??" :)
aww we'll make sure he stays on cloud 9 forever :'
OMG YES THE MOVE-IN PART he's too considerate >:(( and the way you'll take turns sleeping in each other's beds together!
not married....yet 👀
AHAHAHA a snow cone machine is not a dumb purchase! he knows investment when he sees it >:)) man, i haven't had a snow cone in so long :'
omg the red color!! pls, he'll kiss the flavor off of your lips <33
YESS making theories and hearing each other's thoughts!! and when something stupid happens, he'll wince and complain about it to you ahhaha
missing kuroo hours is somehow open 24/7 :' again, thank you sm for sharing these with me 🧸 anon D: i hope you have loveliest day ever!! <33
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