#BABES DW YOU HAVE FANS I PROMISE YOU

[joohanisms]

Oh dear, no problem! I just asked to be sure lol. You know, I particularly A big Jooyeon stan and kinda think dom! reader... Like they would look great being super stimulated and in pink socks and with tears in their eyes. That's the idea, the member you choose is your decision. Thanks

(Sorry for the bad english,i wang slepp and the Google translator ia bad)

[bangs head against the wall] /pos

i don't really know if this is what you meant but if it isn't i'm So ready to write it too !!!! hope you like it <3

dw about english babe :-) it's not my first language either, don't apologize ever!!

jooyeon + overstimulation + pink socks 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, crying/dacryphilia, lingerie, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don't be dumb), usage of good boy (what's new) wc: 1,4k

minors dni

first off, i think jooyeon really likes feeling pretty.

it took a while for him to trust you enough to show you this side of him – but now that your relationship is stable, you get to see him at his fullest.

it's not unusual to come home on special occasions (anniversaries, monthversaries, birthdays, celebrations in general) to find him laying on the bed, over-the-knee socks clipped to lacy boyshorts.

if you're lucky and really make him feel 100% safe, you might even be gifted with the view of him in a bralette. maybe you realize you haven't seen a pair of your lacy lingerie in a while, only to open jooyeon's jeans and find it on his narrow hips.

but today he favored long, shimmery pink socks. the boyshorts were long forgotten, somewhere on your bedroom floor, to give you space to swallow his cock down your throat.

he was seated on the edge of the bed, his sock-clad legs over your shoulders, while your knees were painted a deep red by the wood floors.

jooyeon mewled when you licked a long stripe from the base of him to his spit-shiny tip. you had been sucking him off for the last 20 minutes, switching between excruciatingly slow licks and deep throating. you had set a cock ring aside, but he promised he'd be good and wouldn't come until you gave him permission.

he was feeling so good, but the way you were using your mouth wasn't nearly enough to throw him over the edge.

"baby, please. please, i've been so good!" one of the hands propping him up on the mattress tangled itself in your hair, very lightly pulling.

releasing him with a pop, you took in the view – his deliciously flushed cheeks matching the red splotches you left on his chest and the way he heaved, sniffling every other breath.

"have you, now?" you know you're being cruel.

he has, in fact, been a delight today; he's not nearly as bratty as he usually is, and he took all of your orders so well, obedient and pliant. but there's something about pushing him to his limits – the ones he talks hushedly, almost secretively about in bed, before he dozes off for the day – that gives you a rush too good to ignore.

maybe you're a little drunk with power, being clothed while he's bare enough to be considered naked.

"i have! 've been a good boy, please–" he cuts himself off when you slap his thigh just hard enough to draw his attention back to you. you drop his sock-clad legs from your shoulders, standing up (with a poorly hidden wince from kneeling on the floorboards for so long) to lean over him like a predator cages its prey.

"if you've been so good," a hand tangles into his hair, baring his neck to you, "then how come you're still talking?"

you feel him gulp when you start tracing your lips along his pulse. smart, he doesn't give you a reply other than a nearly imperceptible moan.

instead of leaving a nip or a hickey on his pulse, you drop a light kiss to his skin – a reminder.

"lie down on the pillows, and i'll think about your case."

he scrambles to the headboard, hair fanning out around his face as he haphazardly rests his head on the many pillows and cushions that line your shared bed.

you've always thought jooyeon looks rather divine like this. his hair like a halo framing his face, his red lips adorned with a sheen of spit, the flush spread across his body and the lovebites trailing into his hips. something out of a painting – out of the tales of fallen angels and humans that gave into a pleasure so enticing it was worth giving heaven up for.

in the back of your head, you note something missing from the scene.

tears.

the kind of tears you only know one way of invoking.

and it's by making him frustrated and then giving him all he has ever wanted – well, at least since he decided to wait for you in bed with the tip of his dick peeking from the waistband of his pretty dark blue lace underwear.

as you settle between his legs, your hand finds his cock, stroking him loose and slow. he whines in protest, but his head tips backwards either way.

you keep the torturous pace, kissing and nipping at his inner thighs, his hipbones, and eventually, his chest. taking a nipple into your mouth makes his legs spasm and his skin break into gooseflesh.

he starts begging again, in the softest tone he can muster. a string of pleases and your name falls from his mouth. you can hear his fingers mindlessly drumming on the mattress – a subconscious effort to keep from touching you, to direct the energy somewhere else.

jooyeon is such a good boy. he has your heart melting, taking pity on his drooling cock. you pick up your pace, and his back lifts off the bed.

your tongue drags a line across his chest to kitten lick at his other, ignored, nipple. it doesn't take long at all before he's panting and fucking back into your hand as best as he can.

"joo," you lift from his chest, "since you're being so good, i'll give you a choice."

his gaze goes straight into your eyes, trying to give you all of his attention, even though you know his eyelids are heavy at this point.

"do you want to come like this," you lightly squeeze his cock, "or do you want my pussy?"

he's conflicted for a split second, then he's begging again.

"pussy, please, wanna fill you up, 'm so good, please–"

"shh, i'll give it to you." you kiss both his cheeks, trying to soothe him. you already knew his eyes would start welling up when you release his cock for all of 5 seconds while you hurriedly took off your shorts and underwear in one go.

in the next 5 seconds it took you to straddle his hips, line yourself up with him and drop down, the first tear drops.

right off the bat, you're riding him at a relentless pace, slamming your hips into him, effectively bouncing on his lap. it's a lot, it's nearly too much, and despite the tear tracks on jooyeon's face, his hands are still obediently on the bed, grasping at the sheets.

you take his wrists, leading them to the dip of your waist. his grip is almost painful, but makes you drip with pleasure.

with the rhythm you were keeping, you knew jooyeon wouldn't take long at all to sob your name and cum into you. it's not a problem at all, because you'll keep going until you cum.

you wipe the tears off his face, kisses him on the lips, and brings a hand to your pussy, immediately rubbing your clit fervorously.

jooyeon's high morphs into the pain-pleasure of, well, not catching a break. he didn't even get a chance to go soft. his back is off the bed, his nails are digging into your skin, his face is wet again, and his legs are shaking. it's too much, it's white-hot and shooting into his veins.

soon enough – and luckily before your legs turn into jelly – you're cumming on his cock. the pressure from your walls clenching on his exhausted cock as you ride it out gives him one last little gift – a small dry orgasm – before his hands are lightly pushing you away, the sensivity hitting him at last. you comply, leaving your seat on his hips to lay down beside him

joo gets really cuddly after sex, especially after rough sex. he dives into your arms, longing to be held.

you'll always give him as much cuddles as he needs to pull himself back together. squeezing him tight, the way he likes, you kiss his sweaty temple.

when he catches his breath, he smiles dazedly at you.

"how was it, baby?" you run a hand through his hair.

"great. i like bein' your good boy." he nuzzles closer, trying to meld into your still clothed chest.

"i'm glad. you're the best boy. so good to me." you hold him impossibly tighter.

"mm. need a nap." he mumbles, and you have to chuckle.

"just a bit, yeah? we need to clean up. get some food."

you suspect he's already asleep by the end of your sentence. you kiss his forehead, his pink socks graze your skin as he intertwines your legs, and you wonder how you got so lucky.

#xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh hard hours #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #lee jooyeon x reader #lee jooyeon imagine #lee jooyeon smut #xdh scenarios

[shingia]

hey babe!! i saw ur “dating suna hcs” and was wondering if you could write an oikawa version?? u dh to if u dw to btw :)) love ur writing!!

✗ DATING OIKAWA ✗

OMG THIS IS LONG OVERDUE IM SO SORRY <\33 tysmmm and another thank u for you patience hahaha

-> cw : one mention of food

-> reblogs help a lot <3

— EARLY RELATIONSHIP

• it was a gut feeling. being « just friends » with you was never an option for oikawa, and he let you know very quickly

• he never hid the fact that he was absolutely smitten, which is why you knew right from the start that his advances came from a place of pure honesty

• and he definitely lived up to your expectations once you started officially dating : his many promises about making you the happiest person on earth weren’t just empty words

• obviously his friends teased him for constantly bending over backwards for you, but he was never ashamed of it

• in other words, there wasn’t an « awkward » stage at the beginning of your relationship, because loving you was nothing new to him

• some people like to consider themselves someone’s soulmates, but oikawa would rather work hard to obtain someone’s love, which is why he’s glad that your relationship started with him pining for you

• and even though you were never left indifferent by his flirty behavior, it’s nice to have him think that you slowly fell for him because of his fierce game of seduction

— LOVE LANGUAGE

->| words of affirmation

• and i’m not just talking about his daily “i love you”s, whether it’s right after he wakes up or at the end of a phone call

• i’m talking about the way he is constantly rooting for you, even for the smallest things. sometimes you don’t even feel like you need to be encouraged for something, but he still does it

• your self esteem has never been so high because he celebrates each and every one of your achievements for several days (literally)

• but it never feels forced, because he’s not sugarcoating it at all : he’s genuinely super proud of you, and in fact he fears that you might not know how much

• however, his daily « i love you »s that i talked about before are also a big part of his love language

• of course it’s not always those three words. sometimes it’s a quick « i’m so lucky to have you » sent right before his practice starts, or a cheesy « i missed you » when you meet him in the kitchen after getting out of bed, where he’s already started making breakfast

— DATES

• you guys did everything on the cliché dates bucket list because he wanted to get these “out of the way” before surprising you with more unique ones

• candelit dinner in a fancy restaurant, flower field picnic, even the classic move of pretending to stretch at the movies in order to “subtly” wrap his arm around your shoulders : he’s done it all

• then, after a few months, he started to put a lot more reflexion into the preparation of his dates to make them as personalized as he could

• most of the time, he brings you a gift that he remember you briefly mentioning in a conversation a while ago

• during his morning runs, he likes to scout out future places to take you to. and he writes them down on his phone to make sure he won’t forget it by the time he gets home

• sometimes, if he’s not sure whether or not you’ll like it, he’ll send you a picture and wait for your approval

• but don’t worry, he keeps it a surprise 95% of the time. and yes he covers your eyes with his hands on your way there (like i said, he’s all about kinda cliché moves)

— CUDDLES

• some people are more fond of either hugs or kisses. oikawa loves both equally

• he thinks there’s something very intimate about kissing someone while hugging them - bonus point if you’re laying down on top of him, because he knows you don’t mind spending hours in this position

• and don’t even get me started on the amount of kisses he peppers on top of your head, always while holding you close with his arms around your shoulders

• he’s also a huge fan of eyelids and cheekbones kisses because he loves how it makes you giggle every time

• but, to him, cuddles are more than just displays of his love and affection for you : it’s the fastest and most effective way to calm his nerves after a stressful day

• and you can physically feel him relax under your touch because he progressively stops being all fidgety until he’s completely still in your embrace (and that’s usually when he falls asleep, for either a nap or the whole night)

• his spooning position really depends on the day, it’s about 50/50... but he enjoys being the little spoon a liiiittle bit more

— PDA

• he’ll adapt to your needs of course...

• ...but let’s just say that he wouldn’t mind walking down the streets while literally bear-hugging you

• also, he’s got hand kisses mastered to perfection

• because since he’s holding your hand 99% of the time, he needs something different for when he gets extra affectionate

• so that’s why he often brings your hand to his lips to kiss it’s back, or sometimes even your knuckles

• although he’s never really admitted it, he always does it when he thinks someone is getting a little too.. comfortable with you... (yes, he tends to forget that constantly holding your hand might give people a clue on the status of your relationship)

• he loves it when you mindlessly play with his hair on public, because you do it very naturally and it always warms his heart

• oh and- the kisses he gives you in public? OVER THE TOP. EVERY TIME. but he does it so well...

• yes, he will put an arm around your waist and kiss you with so much passion that you’ll have no choice but to lean back

• and then, just like he hasn’t given you a kiss worthy of the greatest romantic movies, he places a quick peck on your nose with a satisfied grin

— RANDOM HCS THAT GIVE ME LIFE

• you’re his custom navigation voice on his gps <3

• he sends you a lot of personality tests and he loves to compare your results with his

• when you’re at the grocery store, you push the cart together and try to lead the other to the aisles of your favorite snacks

• you both give takeru advice on love and relationships in general, and even though he doesn’t seem very convinced, he has to admit that you two are a pretty darn good example of what love must look like

• he put a picture of you inside his locker’s door, and he takes a few seconds to look at it before practice for a little energy and motivation boost

• he bought you a super fluffy blanket and, on days when he’s home without you, he carries it everywhere with him to make sure it’ll smell like him when you come back

• he bought you a puppy that he decided to call tooru; that way it’s like he’s still by your side when he has to travel for his games

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#POSTING BEFORE 2AM :0 PARTYY #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu x you #oikawa x you

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

congrats on 400💞💞💞 for the blurb night could u write one for haz like comforting him when the irregulars got canceled? (fuck u netflix) and making it rlly soft and 🥺 if you want!

Thank you so much and thank you for the submission! I got yu=ou boo dw, hope you enjoy xx

Bad News

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: touch of angst

Summary: You comfort Harrison after he gets some bad news

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“Hey babe how was th-” (y/n) cut herself off mid sentence, she could already tell Harrison was upset, “What’s wrong?”

“We uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearing his throat before he continued, “We got cancelled.”

Her face fell instantly and she reached up for him, pulling his body firmly against her own, “I’m so sorry Haz.”

“It’s alright,” he sighed, burying his face against her neck, “I mean it’s not the biggest deal, we only filmed one season you know? Plenty of shows don’t even make it that far.”

“I know, but you put a lot of work into this, I’m sorry it had to end like this.”

“Yeah, me too…” he stayed quiet for a moment, “I just thought it did well, I mean people seemed so excited online… I just wanted to make something of myself you know?”

“Oh baby you will,” she assured, cupping his face in her small hands, “Don’t worry about that. You’re an amazing actor, and you’re gonna have an amazing career. Just because this one thing didn’t work out doesn’t mean everything else won’t.”

He cracked a small smile and kissed her forehead, “Thank you love, I really appreciate all the support and everything.”

“Well I do it because I love you and I believe in you and I know you’re gonna do amazing in every role because that’s just who you are. Whatever comes after this will be bigger and better and then all your fans are gonna go back and watch this just to see where you got your start,” she sealed her lips with his for just a moment before stepping back, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he chuckled, walking her back a few steps towards the couch, “I was worried, I thought you’d be disappointed.” “You could never disappoint me Harrison, I’m way too in love with you for anything like that,” she promised as she pulled him in for another kiss, “Now come on, we’re gonna order some take out and spend all night cuddling you back to normal.”

“That sounds perfect love,” he smiled, “Absolutely perfect.”

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[peaches-writes]

super random prompts for today bc im feeling nostalgic~

tw // death

at 1100 years of you fulfilling your punishment as a human turned grim reaper, no one could blame you when you confess that you don’t really know yourself now if the promise you swore to chan before he died by your sword in his first life is still serious or holds meaning to you. it was a long long time ago, already muddled in your failing memories, when you swore to the joseon era prince that you would ‘find and torture him in every life he gets’ because he invaded your village and branded you as a criminal (which ultimately led to you doing the things that got you landed with your current spiritual punishment). at present, having already met different versions of him in his subsequent lives and delivering him to the afterlife each time without fail, you’re not sure anymore if you can still hold onto this promise and cause him trouble. after all, every version of him that pops up on your radar throughout the centuries never remembers what he did in his first life, let alone remember you. plus, the only time he sees you now as a grim reaper is on his death bed, when you come to fetch him and confess to causing some of the misfortunes he’s experienced in the life that he’s lived. 

so imagine your surprise when the gods inform you that chan only has one reincarnation left to spend and that he’ll spend it in the 21st century seoul, right where everything started. you’re then furthermore petrified when this version you meet not only has the ability to see and interact with ghosts by his 3rd eye but also finds the journal you unknowingly drop at his neighbor’s funeral: filled with notes on him and his previous lives as well as the confusing feelings you’ve unconsciously developed over the years. the final nail in the coffin, however, is that he’s not smug about it when he eventually finds you at the local graveyard, unlike how you expected of the chan from the joseon era. instead, he asks you all about his past lives, your punishment, and what he should expect in his next life if he has any. this time, with no means of escaping from his 3rd eye and his dangerously fast biking skills, you’re forced to confront the soul of the person you once called your enemy. 

more of the kids under the cut!

minho receives a google form link from you at the strike of midnight on your 1st anniversary as a couple, initially opening it on the assumption that it’s the survey form you previously coerced him into agreeing to answer for your senior thesis. the computer science major is then thoroughly surprised when the link opens to a red and pink-themed form titled, “y/n’s boyfriend application!” with questions ranging from, “full name so i can flames it with my name” to “rate my annoying habits from ‘i love them dw’ to ‘this is probably going to be one of the future reasons why we’ll break-up.’” he messages you first before anything else, asking you just exactly ‘what the fuck is this application for, babe?’ to which you only reply with a spam of winking emojis. actually, you only reply with winking emojis and actual winks when he decides to videocall you into answering him, leading minho to answer the form while you’re peeking over on a small browser on his laptop screen. your boyfriend mainly answers the questions lightheartedly, even reading his answers aloud to you after (”what number on the fan do i like? four, of course!” “minho, you’re a monster.”). that is until the last question which he only smiles at before spending the last five minutes of your videocall typing continuously then ending the call after submitting, preventing you from interrogating him and his sudden change in behavior. 

it’s only after the call that you see his answer to the last question (”why do you love me”), an entire eight paragraphs of him just mindlessly rambling about whatever comes at the top of his head to answer the question: ranging from his favourite and least favourite memories of you together, the things he loves about you coupled with the things he claims to not like about you (before shyly admitting towards the end that he still finds things to love about them), and an “overall there’s a lot of reasons why i love you: some i’ve mentioned, some i haven’t, some i’ve discovered, and some i will find out about in the future when we celebrate our 2nd year anniversary, 3rd, 4th, and the ones we’ll eventually forget what number they’re supposed to be because we’ll probably be married and busy with a lot of other things ;) there’s just no one definitive answer to this question, to be honest, but this is what comes at the top of my head. happy one year, baby <3″ 

when the fabric of reality that blankets seoul is reported to have been ripped at the seams, you start mysteriously losing some of your personal belongings to the parallel dimension’s version of your apartment. at first you blame it on your public enemy no. 1 and roommate, changbin, who does have a habit of borrowing things without permission and forgetting to return them. when you find a blue-haired and heavily tattooed changbin using your hair dryer in the bathroom one day (clearly looking very different from the roommate you’ve been living with for 6 months who has blonde hair and piercings only), however, only then do you realize that it’s been your roommate’s parallel version who’s been unknowingly receiving your things. what’s more surprising is him getting visibly confused at you initially throwing a fit at him when you mistook him as your real roommate, explaining to you later on that he and your parallel version are dating. you purposely avoid parallel dimension changbin for a few days in embarrassment from the latter, that is until he sits you down in the living room a week later (while your dimension’s changbin is out at his part-time job) and asks you, “so, what’s your problem with my parallel self? maybe i can help!”  

only parallel dimension changbin proves himself to be unhelpful when all he comments on your subsequent ramblings is a cheesy grin and, “your roommate’s probably in love with you. god, i can’t believe that even in your reality i’m stupid.” 

in a world where the person who doesn’t reciprocate an individual’s strong feelings instead of the other way around, hyunjin’s had his own fair share of sick days and pharmacy runs to suppress the flowers that bloom in him from admirers who fall way too deep into his charms. he’s slightly grown desensitized to it, having already memorized what to do and what to say to the people who are forced to confront and apologize to him each and every time. when it’s you who’s suddenly confessing your sudden feelings to him, promising that you’ll get over it in a month and even stay away for a while for his sake, only then does he feel a strange mix of dread, worry, and fear at the pit of his stomach. he doesn’t want you, his best friend, to ever leave his side but at the same time he can’t find it in himself to reciprocate your feelings for you to stay. for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do nor what to say to you, the daffodils suddenly feeling heavier in his lungs the more you try and distance yourself and see new people.

 jisung, unlike how the cliche trope goes, always bets everything on him missing his shot at your subdivision’s basketball court. he always says something along the lines of, “if i miss this shot, let’s go the movies!” or “if the ball falls off the rim after 5 seconds, you’ll go to the beach party with me!” despite being the star player of your high school basketball team himself. he always purposely misses for fun and gets his reward, of course, even when you remind him to shoot properly through flustered expressions and feigned huffs. this has then caused you your entire summer time and allowance, all spent glued to jisung’s hip and buying him all sorts of things from ice cream, extended time to borrow surf boards at the beach, and even a ride ticket to the travelling carnival’s ferris wheel (where he stole a kiss from you at the top like the cheesy little shit that he is). 

whenever you ask him why he bets in reverse each and every time, however, only then does his confident smirk disappears into his blush and he turns his entire face away from you; too shy to admit that you make him a little too nervous whenever it’s just you watching him shoot hoops. give him a rest, he just wants more full assurance that he’ll get to spend more time with you, as boyish as that sounds. 

you probably should’ve known better than to provoke chenle and wooyoung when you told them over the student council meeting that a marriage booth probably wouldn’t give you a lot of revenue since your school festival this year doesn’t fall on valentine’s day week. you probably should’ve expected that the first thing they’d do after the student assembly, when the festival is formally opened, is to drag you into said marriage booth—your english classroom decorated from top to bottom in cheap white cloth, plastic flowers, and an edit of your senior alumni bang chan as jesus—and put you into one of the flower crown veils they probably got at someone’s baptism, explaining that they need someone to kickstart the booth and attract more customers. but most of all, you probably should’ve expected that these two troublemaking vice president and secretary of yours wouldn’t hesitate to take this opportunity to torment you even further because suddenly you’re getting fake married to felix, your chem lab partner and long-time crush, who also has his own ‘sins’ to atone to chenle and wooyoung (something about ditching them at a party because he saw an injured cat stuck up on a tree on the way to the venue). the two of you stand in front of the “bang chan altar” for 10 minutes with han jisung in a questionable pope costume, the two of you attracting passersby who are mostly your classmates murmuring “oh my god, y/n and felix?” or “i knew it! those two are so cute together!” as the two of you are forced into exchanging cereal box rings and saying impromptu vows. 

what you didn’t expect from this experience, however, is felix suddenly confessing in his vows, clearing his throat awkwardly while sliding the purple plastic ring on your ring finger and saying, “this isn’t how i imagined it to go but we’re both here, all of our classmates are here, and you’re looking really pretty today so, uh...y/n, i just want to say that i’ve really liked you for a long time.” 

your grandmother shows you her first look of disapproval over your weaved fabrics when you start creating pieces that seem to resemble the aura of a boy. as much as you don’t want to see her disappointed, tradition still stands that you have to design your fabrics according to how you would interpret your dreams and since you turned 18, all you’ve been dreaming about is your potential soulmate. of all 7 billion in the world, you just have to be one of the rare ones with the ability to interpret your dreams on textile and have these said dreams be your soulmate bond to someone else as well. instead of arbitrary colors or shapes resembling nature like your grandmother and everyone else, you’re trying to recreate the face of a boy your age with the kindest smile you’ve ever seen and the prettiest brown eyes; instead of putting the sounds of the ocean or the chirping of birds as they would be usually heard in dreams onto colorful fabric, you’re trying to mix red, orange, and yellow dyes on threads just to try and capture seungmin’s golden voice whenever he would sing to you in your dreams. your soulmate becomes your muse, the lasting impressions he makes on you in the 3 real-time seconds of dreaming that you spend with him embedding themselves into the blanket you’ve been tasked to make for the winter. 

seungmin is more than flattered of course, finding genuine fascination in what you do and excitement to see you in person once university allows him. it’s only at the end of the year, however, right on christmas day, when he finally sees you on vacation in your town with his family—finding you at the beach party his new friend hyunjin invites him to where you dance around the bonfire with your own friends, wrapped in the blanket made of warm colors that just scream his very soul and aura. your eyes meet almost as soon as he arrives because of your soulmate pull, causing you to become flustered at realizing that you’re wearing the blanket design that’s been inspired by him, and before he knows it, kim seungmin is running to you and grabbing your arm. “hi.” he pants breathlessly, his relieved smile shining brightly against the orange glow of the fire to your side. “finally. it’s you!” 

jeongin stares at his laptop for a solid 5 minutes in complete and utter confusion before his roommate seungmin pokes him on the side of his head and asks if he passed his dream university, snapping him out of reality. it’s not that he didn’t pass the entrance exam, definitely not because he’s still feeling confident from answering it from almost 6 months ago. rather, it’s that the acceptance e-mail sent to him by the university is for a completely different name, your name out of all applicants out there—that one person he sat next to at cram school and turned down at the end of the summer. logging into his social media accounts, he sees people voicing out their concerns for similar incidents, that they’re getting acceptance or rejection e-mails of other applicants instead of their own, and posts that aim to track down who’s gotten who to remedy this. when seungmin hears this, he simply shrugs and urges jeongin to simply message you and get over it since the two of you are connected on social media anyway. but still, jeongin takes another hour to message you with a simple, “hi, i got your e-mail. should i forward it to you?” even closing his laptop in a hurry and running back into the comfort of his blanket as soon as he hears the dreadful ping of the messenger app. he knows he shouldn’t be flustered to message you, especially with something as important as your acceptance letter, but he can’t help but feel weak in the knees at the thought of having to talk to you again after almost a year because all he can think about is that he really shouldn’t have rejected you in that offer to go to the movies in the first place. 

what’s worse is that, since he sent the message over online, his thoughts can’t help but overthink your simple “really? here’s my e-mail” reply that comes not even a second after he sends his message—even more your follow-up reply of “i got yours too btw! i’ll forward it to you when you forward mine” when he doesn’t reply immediately. jeongin’s fingers uncontrollably shake as he musters up the courage to reply, face blushing red the entire time as he e-mails you your acceptance letter. all this time, considering how the two of you haven’t talked in a long time, he only thinks about one ambitious thought: “is it a bad time? to bring up that movie offer again?” 

#stray kids #skz #chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #seungmin #i.n.

[winchester-writes]

Fearful Love Part 8

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1,510

Warnings: language, diagnosis of PTSD, panic attack 

Summary: After leaving the convention Jared takes you to get you some help. Finally the feelings the two of you have for each other are revealed but how long is that happiness able to last?

A/N: Whoa!! Two fics out in one day!!!! Lmao I surprised myself and I know a lot of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time so here it is!!! I hope you all enjoy this!!! Unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

Fearful Love Masterlist

Jared had the convention workers cancel the rest of your appearances along with his own. Something that you fought him on.

“Jared no. Just because I’m obviously going insane doesn’t mean you have to leave the fans too. I feel bad enough that I’m leaving.” You scoffed as he nodded towards the leader telling her to continue with what he said. She agreed and left the two of you alone in the green room. Jared walked over to you as you wiped a tear from your cheek and gripped your arms bringing your body into his.

“I told you that I was going to take care of you didn’t I? That means going back to Vancouver and seeing your doctor with you. I’m not leaving you alone. We’re in this together, okay?”

You slowly nodded your head as you took in his scent, you could die here in his arms and die happy. Feeling his lips on the top of your head, you sighed in content and looked up at him, lying your chin on his chest. “Thank you, for everything. For being there for me and everything else you’ve done.”

He looked down at you and wondered if you could feel how fast his heart was being with how close you were pressed to him, “I’ll always be here.” Jared took his chance and slowly leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. He was hesitant at first giving you the opportunity to pull away if this isn’t what you wanted.

It’s been months since the two of you kissed on his couch but your lips were still just as soft and you tasted just as sweet. Sighing into his mouth you brought a hand to the nape of his neck, your fingers carding through his hair. His kiss was comforting, his lips moving against yours told you everything you needed to know, made you feel like you were the only important girl in this world. Something that never happened when you would kiss Aaron.

Pulling away, Jared looked down at you, smiling at your flushed face and your closed eyes. Leaning over he kissed both of your eyelids before you opened them. “Do you believe me now? I mean it when I say I will always be there. You’re...you’re my everything Y/N.” His thumb brushed your cheek bone as a tear slide down it. “I think I’ve waited long enough to tell you that. I was an idiot to push you away that night but everything had just gone down and I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn’t want you to think that I was taking advant-”

You cut him off as you brought your lips back to his, “I believe you and I’m sorry for kissing you that night. I was already developing feelings for you, you’re my best friend and I feel like that’s what draws me to you so strongly. You make me laugh, put me first and treat me like a princess. T-thank you for that….but I can’t let you be with me. I’m too broken, Aaron fucked me up. Hell this is why we’re leaving the convention right now because I’m so entirely broken I don’t see anything putting me back together.”

“Well then I guess I’m also going to have to show you that I’m the person that’s going to put you back together. I’m. Never. Leaving. I-I….I love you Y/N. I have since I first saw you.” Jared cupped your cheek when you gasped, he smiled and kissed the top of your head, not expecting you to say it back so quickly. He just wanted to let you have that reassurance and he means what he says. “Now come on, let’s go get you some help babe.”

Making it back to Vancouver and to your doctor, Jared sat next to you the entire time the doctor spoke to you. You specifically requested that he be there with you, holding your hand as the doctor told you that you have a small diagnosis of PTSD with some paranoia. Luckily it wasn’t too severe but it was a tremendous thing for you to hear nonetheless. You didn’t hear a thing as the doctor gave Jared specific instructions on when to take your medicine and what to do if you happen to have another episode.

You stood up when Jared took a hold of your hand and tugged on it. You weren’t even sure how or when you made it out to the car but when you realized where you were, your breathing picked up and the tears started flowing. All of this was too much to take in, especially with all the other problems and diagnosis you were given before this visit.

Good thing the two of you hadn’t made it out of the parking lot yet because Jared was by your side within a second. He took your face in his hands and turned it to face him, “Hey hey, look at me, look at me. Everything’s okay, I need you to breathe. Don’t hold your breath. Y/N, come on.”

After your little hyperventilation session, you quit breathing to try to stop but that was something you probably shouldn’t have done. “Y/N, please! Deep breaths, in and out.” You tried to do as he said but your body wasn’t responding the way you wanted it to and your eyes started to flutter. “Hey no no, don’t pass out on me.” That was the last you heard of Jared’s voice as your head slumped in his hands and your eyes closed.

What felt like hours later, you woke up in a bed that wasn’t normally yours. Sitting up, you looked around to notice you were in Jared’s room. “Oh hey, you’re awake. I hope you don’t mind that I brought you in here. It was the closest room and I just-”

“Jared it’s fine. Thank you.” You gave a tight lipped smile and held your hand out, “Come lay with me?”

Jared hesitantly nodded before he made his way over to the bed, lifting up the covers and getting in beside you. Instantly you cuddled up next to his side, laying your head on his fast beating heart which caused you to smile.

“I’m sorry about earlier…”

“No, don’t apologize to me. I understand that that was a lot to take in. Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He wrapped an arm around you pulling you close, taking a chance and rubbing his fingers across your arm.

You snuggled in closer, sticking your leg between the both of his and wrapping an arm around his middle, “I love you too ya know…and I’m grateful that you’re in my life.”

If Jared’s heart could beat any faster it would have come out of his chest completely. He kissed the side of your head and then brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles, “What do you say I take you out on a date later? To that steak place downtown with that mac ‘n cheese you can’t get enough of.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “I would love that very much.”

“There’s that smile, I missed that.” He brushed his thumb across your cheek as you looked up at him, “I promise to make you smile and laugh for as long as you’ll have me. Will you have me?”

“Of course Jared, only if you’re fine having a broken girl like me.”

Jared sighed, “What have I said?”

“That I’m not broken and that you’ll never leave me and that you love me.” You said in a flat tone, hoping he didn’t hear the eyeroll in your voice.

“Say that last part again.”

“You love me.”

“And I always will.” Jared leaned down to kiss you as the doorbell rang and he sighed.

“That’s okay, I was going to go take a shower anyways.”

“Alright you can use my bathroom, right through that door and clean towels are in the little closet.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours before getting up.

He watched as you made your way into the bathroom, the both of you smiling at each other before the door shut behind you. Making his way downstairs he opened the door expecting someone to be there but instead, there was no one except for a bouquet of flowers sitting on the doorstep. Confused, Jared picked it up slowly to investigate it, picking the card up and reading it carefully; his nostrils immediately flaring at the words. Aaron was in jail for 5 years and he had no clue where Jared lived….so how was he able to send you flowers?

Jared walked outside, looking around before dumping the flowers into the trashcan. He was not going to let you see them or the letter, only the police would get it. Aaron must have someone working for him. Walking back inside, Jared plopped down on the couch, his head in his hands, “What the fuck is going on?!”

Part 9

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