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luveline · 3 years

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summer shower [Fred Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fred makes your asthma play up.

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, friends-to-lovers, pining, mutual pining

word count: 1.3k

When you were just turning 21 years old, you met a boy. He was in his third year to your second of university, funny as could be, and beautiful.

Fred Weasley was a man of many secrets, which you'd come to accept the longer you'd known him. You had no idea where he was from, where his parents lived, or even if he had any family. You didn't know where he'd gone to school before this. You certainly didn't know why he liked pumpkin pie so much!

There were many things you did know.

His eyes turned from brown to almost black in the sun, superheated and lovely. He squinted one eye against the sun when you lounged in the courtyards in an endearing attempt to always keep an eye on your face. He never crushed flowers when he walked and he always trapped spiders in a cup with a piece of card instead of killing them, seeming endlessly bemused at the small creatures.

It was a warm summers day. You were trying your hardest not to smile as he lay in the grass. Your friends had all departed, claiming headaches and essays that needed to be submitted, though you thought these were all just white lies to allow you some alone time.

It didn't matter. No amount of free time would finish the game between the two of you. Well, you hoped it was a game: Fred pretended he didn't fancy you and you pretended you didn't fancy him.

You shared a tenderness with him that was unlike any relationship in your life.

He was smirking up at you.

"What?" You asked, pouting playfully.

"You look like you're trying to solve world hunger," he said through a grin.

You shook your head, fixing your gaze back down on the book in your lap.

"Maybe one day," you said without looking up.

Fred laughed. It was a perfect laugh, infectious and happy. You smiled despite your best efforts not to.

The pages were thin between your fingers, almost a thousand condensed into a 3 inch textbook for your course. The tip of your pencil rested against the page, though sometimes it felt appropriate to bring it to your mouth, contemplative. Fred watched silently as you underlined and questioned the subject, only quirkiness an eyebrow as your frustration became obvious.

"I don't understand," you admitted finally, "how that is relevant to anything. Look at this!"

You poked your pencil angrily at the figure in question. Fred's eyebrows creased as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Doll, you know I don't understand a lick of it."

You sighed, closing the textbook mournfully. It didn't surprise you that Fred couldn't understand, you couldn't understand and you were actually taking the course for the last two and a half years. He was doing a completely different subject.

You threw yourself down flat, much too close to where Fred himself lay on the grass, knocking the air out of your lungs. You tried not to get too wound up, worried any agitation would cause a flare up.

You'd had a very bad asthma attack only a few days ago and had spent a day or two feeling very fragile and sorry for yourself. You didn't want a repeat.

The grass was cold and a little damp from the early morning dew.

You nibbled at your lip, searching the sky for something it couldn't give.

Fred was watching you.

"Oh my god! What do you want, you hooligan?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You looked at me."

"You were looking at me!"

"Doesn't sound true. Falsehoods of such a nature are unkindly and uncouth."

"You're uncouth!"

"Yeah?" Fred asked, eyes hot.

Your mouth dried up. He was especially tempting like this, looking all homegrown and hand spun. His hair was lightened by the sun cover, strawberry blonde against his tanned and freckled face. Tanned now only after months of suffering sun burn miserably.

"I know what you're thinking." He said. You paid close attention to his mouth.

"Which is?"

"How did I get to be so devilishly handsome? Honestly, it's a question I ask myself often."

You withheld the urge to turn your face into the earth and scream.

He wasn't entirely wrong. You had been thinking about his good looks.

"How did you know?" You asked. You'd tried for bravado, for sarcasm, but it came out wrong. A little too sincere. You cleared your throat.

Fred pushed up onto an elbow so that he was looking down into your face. He studied the slope of your nose and the laugh lines you'd slowly gathered since meeting him. He reached forward, too slowly, to place the pads of his fingers gently on your cheek. You could pinpoint the exact moment he rested his palm on your skin.

He smiled gently. You beamed.

"Can I ask you something?"

You tried to read his face, preemptively guess the question.

"When do you ask my permission?"

"It's the kind of thing that requires two consenting parties."

Your mouth quirked into a waiting grin. Fred's ears grew red.

"Not that."

"Fred Weasley, embarassed. Somebody call the news."

He didn't answer, pushing the hair out of your face in a repetitive motion that sent tingles down your spine and a hot flush to your tummy.

You tried not to read into it, closing your eyes against the waves of excitement and happiness roiling through you. You didn't permit yourself to think of what it meant, because what else could it mean? Friends don't do the things you both did. Friends didn't gaze down into your face with unspoken feelings.

You lay there for some time, the excitement slowly turning to bone deep contentment, feeling yourself drift into an almost sleep. The breeze was soft and sweet, the ground beneath you cushioned by grass, and the handsome man hovering above you only sweetened the deal.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm," you said, tilting your chin to prompt him to continue.

"Will you look at me a second?

You opened your eyes obligingly.

"I wanted to ask you, do you -"

He cut himself off, peering up into the sky. You frowned, only to feel the unwelcome spatter of heavy sudden rain drops on your face.

You gasped, rushing to collect all of your things into your bag. Your textbook was already dampening by the time you'd fit it all. Fred pulled you up and began to run. You followed, laughing and struggling to be heard over the summer shower.

By the time you reached his dorm building, both of you were breathing hard. Fred said something through a laugh. You struggled to answer, hands on your knees.

"Y/N?"

Despite having asthma all your life and suffering many attacks, each time felt just as urgent and scary as the first.

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You're okay! You're okay. Where's your pump, huh? In your bag?"

He didn't wait for an answer, reaching into your bag as you gasped, though insistent on leaving one arm on your arm. The pressure was reassuring.

You tried to manage your breathing as you always did, gasping and gasping and gasping.

"Here, princess. Open up," Fred said.

You covered the hand he held your inhaler with your own, clamping down on his hand so hard you could feel the fine bones under his skin.

It took a while for you to settle down, thought this attack wasn't anywhere as bad as the one you'd had days ago.

"My hero," you coughed out, lungs aching.

Fred grimaced. "I'll always rescue you, my femme fatale."

"Misogynist."

"You have paper lungs, my love."

"That I do, Freddie. That I do."

Fred rubbed your back, insisting on carrying you up the steps to his dorm room. If you acted much more frail than you felt, it was nobodies business but yours and Fred's.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley #fred #x reader #reader insert #friends to lovers #mutual pining #harry potter imagine

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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Oml I've had this request idea for so long so I was wondering how you'd do it. How about some headcanons/little scenarios of Levi, Erwin, and Hanji getting caught making out with their fem so by someone else in the scouts? 😏 This has been in my head so LONG soooo I feel like you would portray it well

“Caught,” Levi x Erwin x Hange Headcanons

okay okaaaay cute idea🥺

Summary: getting caught making out with your s/o by another scout.

Warnings: implied smut with Erwin

Fem!Reader

Levi:

He’s always been the type to be clingy and openly affectionate in private. He never really liked PDA or even being flirty with you in front of others. He liked to cherish you behind the closed doors and show you how much he loves you there.

It never bothered you, you were always professional when it came to your work so you agreed with him about not wanting to show too much of your relationship to the other Scouts.

One day Levi was more clingy than usual, he said it was only because he had a nightmare about losing you and it felt too real. The entire day when no one was looking, he would touch you in any way he could. Grabbing your hand, touching your lower back. He felt like he needed some slight touch of yours to be reminded you were still here.

Around the afternoon, he had forced you to stop your work and come to his office. It had bugged you but you couldn’t sit there and complain about Levi wanting to be around you for every second.

He was just a teddy bear, very hands on and loving so him having a dream about you no longer being here- it had crushed him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was deeply in love with you, he couldn’t handle losing you so the slight dream just fed into his insecurities and anxiety that he had to be around you.

As you stepped inside his office after knocking, his eyes lit up when he seen you and instantly stood up from his desk as you walked over. His arms embraced you in a tight hug, his lips kissing the side of your head and a sigh of relief slipped out of his mouth.

“Why did you call me here?” You mumbled, rubbing his back and he grunted under his breath, his eyes moving to look at you.

“Just missed you is all.” He barely said loud enough for you to hear, feeling embarassed for admitting that out loud. He felt dumb for bothering you and taking you away from your work to see him but he felt like he needed it desperately.

“Hm, because you missed me?” You teased, making him roll his eyes and his hands grabbed a hold of your cheeks firmly, staring into your eyes.

“Yes,” He quietly said, admiring you as his thumbs rubbed over your soft skin.

Time felt like it had frozen still just for a moment, his eyes burning into yours and another huff escaped his mouth as he tried to rid the insecurities he had replaying in his head.

You could tell how frustrated he really was, he hated to be deep into thought about everything- especially when it came to negative thoughts. You moved your hands to rest on his sides, gripping onto the material of his shirt and tugged him closer.

You wanted to take away his troubles, his thoughts and his anxiety. You wish you could easily take it from his hands and deal with it yourself, he deserved to be happy everyday.

As you felt his thumbs brush over your cheeks, you leaned up to press your lips on his. A gentle kiss but it definitely made him feel better, making all the stress slip off his shoulders and replaced with love and butterflies.

His hands stayed firmly on your cheeks, afraid of letting you go but also not wanting you to pull back from his lips. He just needed this a little longer. He had tilted his head, leaning more into your mouth as both of your lips moved in sync with one another.

Suddenly the door had opened up, Armin and Jean walking inside while calling for Levi before noticing the scene before them, making them freeze in the doorway and made the both of you break apart and glance back at the door.

All four of you stared at each other, the awkward tension and not really knowing what to say about what had just happened. Your relationship wasn’t a secret, no, but it wasn’t clear if everyone knew about it or not considering you two aren’t much of a pda type couple.

Armin and Jean’s eyes were wide, they had no clue about your relationship so walking in felt like they violated your privacy and saw something they weren’t supposed to see.

Levi grew frustrated, staring at the both of them and crossed his arms over his chest as he gave them a cold stare.

“You either speak on why you’re here or leave.” He simply said, causing the both of them to stumble on their words and Armin ended up just grabbing Jean and dragging him out of the office.

“We’re so sorry, we didn’t see anything. Ignore us.” Armin rushed out, grabbing the door and shut it, hearing them panic as they go down the hall,

“You scared the poor boys.” You glanced over at Levi, making him roll his eyes and meet your gaze.

“Maybe they should learn how to knock.”

Erwin:

Erwin is the type of person who likes to have everyone know you’re his but he’s also very professional in his work and making sure that his work and your relationship don’t intertwine and ruin one another.

He’s always kept his head screwed on and he always treated you more like a colleague while working and you always done the same to him. He cared a lot about his job, it was one of his favorite things along with you.

So, it didn’t bother you to have him focus on his work during the day and come home to cherish you ten times more. It was a good mixture to keep the relationship healthy and stable.

But one particular day, you found yourself a bit more needier and trying to go about your work as if nothing is wrong was bugging you. You couldn’t help but think of Erwin repeatedly, the other night replaying in your head of him touching you in all the right places.

It was really starting to annoy you, sure this has happened before but the other times it was easy to manage and ignore. This time it just was on the tip of your brain, repeating like a broken record and it was starting to make you go crazy as you keep catching yourself zoning out and daydreaming about it

You were stationed on the opposite side of the base, trying to concentrate on the plan for the expedition coming up and as you sat there trying to listen, it was getting more evident that you were dozing off into thought.

After a while there was a meeting that had to be held with most of the Scouts, mainly the higher ups, to discuss the next expedition but you were too lost in your train of thought to even realize what they were saying.

“Y/N.” Levi snapped his fingers in your face and your eyes shot up to meet his, the scary plain look on his face and you could automatically tell he was irritated.

Erwin had looked across the room, noticing you zoning out and he tried not to think too hard about it, you two were at work- not at home but he felt like there was something wrong, maybe you were upset or too in a depressing mood to work.

As the meeting went on, it had finished up and Erwin had asked for you to come to his office and at first you thought that he had caught on and it had actually excited you a bit but the both of your thoughts were far from similar.

Once you stepped inside, you turn to face him as he shut his door and you reached out to grab a hold of his hands. He had looked at you with concern and before he could ask you what’s going on, you had smashed your lips onto his.

He was a bit taken back but he couldn’t deny that he liked the sudden kiss from you and he wasn’t too phased since it was inside his office. Your hands had moved up to cup his cheeks and eventually sliding them back to tangle in his hair, both of your lips molded together.

Suddenly the door had creaked open and someone had grunted loud enough for the both of you to hear. Erwin had ripped away from you, both of your eyes moving to meet with Levi’s as he shot you both a disgusting look.

“Please, there’s a lock on the door for a reason.” He rolled his eyes, walking inside and slamming the papers on Erwin’s desk before returning to the door.

“My apologies.” Erwin spoke, making you hold back a laugh at how red his face was from embarrassment.

“Tch, save it. Just lock the fucking door.” Levi shut the door behind him and that’s when a laugh had slipped past your lips.

Erwin was completely flustered, his cheeks heated up and the look of fear knowing Levi had caught the both of you making out. You didn’t find it that much of a big deal, it was Erwin’s office after all- not his fault that Levi didn’t know how to knock.

“Whats so funny?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement at your small fit of giggles as you shook your head.

“It’s funny how flustered you are.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“Hun, your face is more red than a tomato.” You pointed out and he huffed out a breath, moving to sit down at his desk trying to rid of the thoughts of being walked in on.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad. We were just kissing.” You teased, leaning over his desk to place another kiss on his lips and he looked up at you, the small smile edging in his lips.

Erwin remained silent, his large hand reaching up and caressing one of your cheeks as his thumb brushed over you skin slowly. He released another breath, the sight of you instantly making his nerves calm down and the embarrassment slip away.

“Still humiliating.” He said sacrastically, a gentle chuckle leaving his lips and you rolled your eyes.

“Better get over that thought because I’m not finished with you yet.” You mumbled, grabbing a hold of his chin and he had looked at you surprised.

You couldn’t care less about Levi walking in, your main thoughts were still on your boyfriend and the previous thoughts you’ve been having all day and being seen making out wasnt going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

“Oh?” He simply said, collecting his thoughts and finally realizing what you had been talking about and it made him realize why you’ve been zoning out all day. It made sense.

“This time, lock the door.”

Hange:

Now, Hange never cared what anyone thought whether it was about her or her work so she wasn’t ashamed or phased in the slightest when she got into a relationship and she sure wasn’t embarrassed to show it off and to show you off.

But you, on the other hand, were the opposite. You were really shy and awkward when it came to opening up and you were always flustered when it came to the Scouts teasing you about your relationship.

You weren’t embarrassed or ashamed to be with her, you were more than in love with her but you weren’t used to this sort of attention, you’ll admit that she’s actually your first relationship so you were still getting used to it.

You worked under her, being apart of her team and helping her with a lot of research studies she was obsessed with, that was the main reason why you two gotten so close.

As you stood inside her little lab, sitting on a stool and reading over papers while she mumbled to herself about some theory she was testing out. You glanced over at her when her mumbling got louder. Hange is always unaware when she starts talking to herself when working, you thought it was cute.

All of a sudden a loud excited scream left her lips, almost startling you and she jumped up.

“I figured it out!” She laughed more to herself, completely forgetting you were in the room as she grabbed her pen and began to scribble down on her journal.

“Figured what out?” You spoke, your eyes turning back to the paper before you and her eyes shot towards you.

“Something about Eren’s titan form.” She couldn’t hold back the excitement running through her veins as the adrenaline was pumping through, making her more hyper than ever.

She went over to where you were, her arms wrapping around you from behind and she glanced over your shoulder to see what you were reading before sliding it away from your vision.

You turned your head, raising a eyebrow all while the butterflies swarmed your stomach when her grip around you tightened, her lips planting a gentle kiss on your cheek, making your cheeks grow red.

“What?” You asked, noticing how concentrated she was on you and you were almost convinced you had something on your face.

“Nothing nothing, I’m just happy is all.” Her voice was low, making a small smile come across your lips.

Hange couldn’t help the overwhelming amount of love she had for you. She was deeply in love, more than she can explain out loud and it was never her intention to fall for one of her cadets or anyone in the Scouts period.

But the day you came in after the training corps, set on being under her team and wanting to work with her little experiments and loving her theories just as much as she did- she suddenly fell right into that deep hole with you.

She always thought that she would only be in love with her work and her job. She never seen herself with anyone before you only because everyone thought she was crazy for being so obsessive over the Titans and wanting to learn their way of thinking and behavior.

But you, pushed her in the right direction and always gave her good advice and made her feel more confident in her work, even though she was pretty confident before but having you was like a big bonus.

You could tell she had gotten lost in her train of thought again, she always zoned out and thought about you and it was always cute to see. Soon she had snapped out of her, her attention back onto you and she leaned down to press her lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, definitely meaningful to the both of you. Your hand moved up to cup her cheek to keep her in place, tilting your head and leaning more into her. The small make out session was starting to get heated pretty fast but it ended abruptly when the door had opened, both of your eyes shooting over to the door to see Eren.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t- I wasn’t- I didn’t see anything.” He stuttered, quickly walking out and shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, kid!” Hange shouted as Eren’s face turned bright red, quickly walking down the hallway and away from the room, trying to rid the scene he just witnessed.

She turned to look back at you, your face completely flustered and bright red again. The embarrassment lingered over your head like a rainy cloud and she couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“So humiliating.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you looked down to hide your face considering how hot your skin was.

She quickly grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at her, the small smirk on her face had made you almost melt beneath her fingertips. Her lips kissed your red cheek a few times, trying to hold back her laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s his fault he barged in here.”

“I’m still embarrassed.”

“Don’t be!”

Anywhooooo, been a long few days. 🥺

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lovesatoru · 3 years

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I'm begging, dumbification with armin, but like sub armin, please 🙏 I want to see that boy a mess

content: sub!armin x dom!reader , dumbification, degradation, nsfw (minors dni), armin’s wrists r tied up.

nonnie i got you🤩 i know i write a lot of dom armin, but i’m also here for whiny, sub armin;) also read at ur own risk bc this is so not edited

the sight before you was truly mesmerizing. the usual put together, intelligent man you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend, was now a wreck beaneath you. armin looks so sweet underneath you with his hands tied together above his head. beads of sweat running down his pretty little face, his blonde hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes glazed over. you hadn’t even let him come near a single orgasm yet he was already ruined.

you were straddling him in your pretty black panties and nothing else. he was the same as you, naked except for his boxers. it was killing him that he couldn’t reach out for you, that he couldn’t touch you. he wanted to be consumed by you, to be used by you. you wanted him to be just that, your stupid little fucktoy.

“please, please, please,” he whimpers softly, barely able to get the words out. he couldn’t think, he couldn’t do anything but beg for you to touch him. armin was useless right now, he just wants to feel you. to be your good boy like he always is. he can’t get out any words other than “please,” and your name.

“use your words armin,” you roll your hips just enough to get him to cry out for you, “or are you just too stupid to get them out?” your voice was teasing, making a mockery of his current state.

his eyes meet yours in a desperate gaze, and it was obvious he was in deep thought, just desperately trying to put together a single thought. he would’ve felt embarassed if he was able to care in the moment.

“i-,” you were grinding on him relentlessly now, making it even harder for him to think straight, “i-i just,” he groans out, so frustrated with himself.

your hand comes up to cup his face, stroking his cheeks softly with the pad of your thumb. he leans into your touch as he whines yet again.

“come on pretty boy, you can do it. i know you can, you sweetly whisper in his ear, “just tell me what you need.”

“i need,” it was a struggle to get it out, but he managed, “your pussy, s’bad.”

“there’s my good boy, you’re so close. what do you want me to do?” you get off of him, proceeding to pull his boxers off ever so slowly as he’s squirming. his rock hard cock was finally free, and you hear him mewl. you give him a few lazy pumps just to tease him.

“want y-you to ride it,” armin finally gets the words out. it took everything in him to do it, and he’s just hoping you’ll be kind enough to give it to him.

and with his response, you push your panties to the side and slowly sink down on him. his eyes roll back as he moans.

“s’good,” he chants as he throws his head back into the pillow. his eyes squeeze shut, already drunk off your pussy and the way your walls squeeze his dick just right.

“that’s it, take it baby. gonna fuck you even more stupid, yeah?”

#armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x reader smut #armin smut #armin x reader smut

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sukis2 · 2 years

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crybaby | pt. 1

"The more you care, the more you have to lose.”

The skies are painted orange as the sun disappears over the horizon, indicating that it’d be dinnertime soon, and you should be getting ready. But an unexpected visitor stands before you, silver hair falling haphazardly over half-lidded lilac — and you feel shy under his gaze as you remember how he’d stood up for you against those bullies, suddenly interested in the caterpillar that moved lazily across your doorstep.

ft. tokyo revengers | imaushi wakasa x f!reader note. another hashtag trauma copium. tags under the cut.

tags. slight au. ages, timeline is adjusted. shin’s alive ‘n waka has silver hair into adulthood bc i say so. merong

i. part 1

Big, glistening blobs of tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

"Aw, what's wrong, lil' crybaby? Just gon' cry again?"

Your tiny fists clutch the hem of your shirt at the pure mockery in their voices, rubbing salt in your already bleeding wound. Somewhere deep down, you'd known that these older kids were nothing but trouble — it's exactly what your neighbor had told you when they, out of the blue, asked you to play with them. But you were too kind, too trusting, too naive to understand just how cruel people could be, so you accepted their offer with wide, sparkling eyes at the prospect of making new, older, and cooler friends.

"No! I-I... I just..."

The bridge of your nose and your cheeks are burning in chagrin as you try to keep the hot tears from falling, but all that does is make them laugh even harder, and it rings loudly in your ears.

"You're totally right, she looks so ugly when she cries, like a pig!" One of the kids, a girl, shrieks in delight as you shrink smaller and smaller into yourself. "It's so funny!" The two other boys with her laugh along in agreement and you feel something like shame and embarassment bubble up in your stomach.

"I... I want to go h-home," you murmur, voice cracking as you rub a furious fist over your wet eyes. "Please... just, j-just give me back my rabbit. Then I'll leave..."

"Hah? You're still on about that dirty ol' stuffed toy?" A boy snorts.

"What's that? The rabbit? Ew," The girl's face twists into something like disgust. "That thing's gross, it smelled weird. Why would you want a stuffed animal like that?"

"Hey! Don't be mean... her parents probably found it for her out of a dumpster."

Your cheeks flame at their comments as they burst into another round of laughter. A new wave of hot, frustrated tears fall from your eyes as you wished desperately to be anywhere but here — all you wanted to do was get Bunny and go back home. You thought about Bunny, the used-to-be-white stuffed rabbit that you'd had since before you could even walk.

It was one of your most precious posessions, something that you don't think you could live without, even at such a young age. Bunny was there for you when you were scared of starting your first day at school, when you first learned how to ride a bike (without training wheels!), whenever it was that time of the year for you to go to the doctor's, was there for you whenever you were sad, scared, happy — Bunny was always there for the big moments in your life... but the most important thing about Bunny was that it'd been a gift, to you, from your mother.

So, you cherished it more than anything.

"Where'd you put it, anyway?" The girl asks, nudging the boy next to her.

You swallow hard, anticipating the worst.

"Oh, that thing? It fell in the ditch somewhere."

Your heart nearly stops. In... the ditch...?

"How c-could you do that?!" You found yourself yelling before you could stop yourself. Your little explosion even surprises the three of them as they recoil from the volume of your little voice. The ditch was known throughout the area as a bottomless pit — a long, dark, dirty trench at the corner of the neighborhood that was full of trash, debris, and who knows what else (rumors say that a slime monster even lived down there). Anything that was thrown in the ditch was most likely never to be seen again.

Which meant you'd never see Bunny ever again.

"You...! Y-you...!" At such an age, you couldn't find the right words to express yourself, so instead, the knot that'd formed in your throat caused you to break out into loud, teary wails. "B-bunny is...!" Your incoherent crying starts garnering the attention of bystanders now, making the kids glance at each other worriedly. And even though your lungs grew hoarse, the ache in your heart is almost unbearable — Bunny was gone, the one and only thing you had left of your mother...

"Can you get her to shut up?" The girl whispers furiously. "We'll get in trouble!"

One of the boys looked nervous. "Hey, kid, stop crying, will you? It's just a dumb stuffed rabbit—"

"Finish that sentence and I'll make sure you get turned into a dumb, stuffed rabbit."

You barely register the new voice that appears from behind you through your own crying and blubbering, unable to stop the onslaught of tears that stung in your eyes. All you can think about is Bunny and how disappointed your mother would be knowing you lost it — but as the three kids in front of you suddenly freeze, eyes wide like a trio of deers, your cries turn into confused hiccups.

They... aren't laughing anymore. What...?

Or rather, who. "Don't know what your shitty parents taught you, but it ain't nice picking on people."

When you slowly turn to take a look, your eyes widen slightly at the realization that it's your neighbor. A boy who says that he's only a year older than you (you still weren't sure whether to believe him or not, since he could easily pass for a middle-schooler at the least), with unkempt silver hair and a lilac gaze that always made you think he was sleepy. While you never actually hung out with him, he was always hanging out on his porch as you played in your front yard, so you saw him quite often.

But... why was he here?

"Oh shit, it's Imaushi-kun," you hear the kids whisper amongst themselves.

Imaushi? So that was his name.

You sniffle and, for a moment, he appraises you with his gaze before turning his attention back to the others — you notice that there's the stick of a lolly hanging from the corner of his mouth. "You should apologize," he says suddenly, though it sounds more like a command than a suggestion.

"...huh? Apologize?" One of the boys is courageous enough to speak up, though there's an obvious shakiness in his voice. You weren't aware of it then, but they were well aware of Imaushi Wakasa and his delinquent tendencies, even at such a young age. "Apologize for what? We didn't do anything."

"You just said it. You threw her toy into the ditch."

"I-I didn't!" He exclaims, though you all see straight through his lie. "It... it fell... it was an accident!"

"You sure about that?" Wakasa doesn't bat an eyelash. "You," he nods towards the girl, who jumps in surprise at being called out. "Tell me, was it an accident? And don't lie to me. I hate liars."

You can only watch, somewhat in awe, as your bullies turn into quivering little ants in the presence of your seemingly harmless, always-sleepy-looking neighbor. He's standing in front of you now so you can only see the back of his head, but from the way that the older girl visibly gulps and darts her eyes between him and her two friends, he must've looked scary.

"I..." She almost looks like she'll lie. But instead, she breaks. "No, it wasn't an accident..."

The boy besides her looks almost scandalized by her betrayal.

"That's what I thought," Wakasa hums, the lolly stick in his mouth moving slightly as he spoke. "Listen, let's make a deal. You three are going to go in the ditch and get her stuffed rabbit back, before sunset—"

"And why would we do that?" The other boy asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You see that kid?" He's pointing a thumb back at you, who'd been standing and watching the whole ordeal silently, with your face and eyes red from crying so much. You feel their eyes boring into you so, instinctively, you fold back into yourself in embarrassment. "I don't like how you made that cute little kid cry. Get the rabbit, and I'll make sure I won't make you cry as hard when I'm done with you."

The frightened look on their faces at his threat makes them look like cartoon characters, you think, as they scramble off into the distance.

And when you stand at your front door later that evening, you're clutching the hem of your shirt for an entirely different reason.

The skies are painted orange as the sun disappears over the horizon, indicating that it'd be dinnertime soon, and you should be getting ready. But an unexpected visitor stands before you, silver hair falling haphazardly over half-lidded lilac — and you feel shy under his gaze as you remember how he'd stood up for you against those bullies, suddenly interested in the caterpillar that moved lazily across your doorstep.

"Here." A simple word makes your head snap up instantly.

And you can't stop the way your eyes widen—

"Bunny!"

"Sorry for taking so long. Had my mom clean it."

You don't know how, but Bunny feels even fluffier and looks almost whiter than before as you bury your head into its fluff, inhaling the faint scent of lavender and soap. You keep your head there for a little bit, trying to hold in the tears forming in your eyes again (perhaps the older kids were right, you are a crybaby) — you sniffle slightly, still hiding your face.

"I... Th-thank you, Imaushi-kun."

"Don't sweat it," he says, and you attempt to peer at him over Bunny's fluff. But he's already making his way down the path, shoulders relaxed as a hand lays in his pocket. He turns his head slightly to look at you, and for some reason, your cheeks feel warm. "Just don't cry so much over kids like that, alright?"

You can only nod, watching as your mysterious neighbor heads back to his house.

You hug Bunny a little closer to your heart.

You're in high school when, for the first time, you think you're in love.

You don't have much experience with boys even up until then, and it's not because you don't want to or aren't interested — you just haven't had any proper opportunities (that, and you're still quite shy about any of that 'dating' business). You also can't recall boys ever showing a bit of interest in you, nor a single soul lined up to confess their undying love for you anytime soon.

In all honesty, Wakasa's the only guy friend you have.

Somewhere along the way, you'd become friends with your neighbor. It went from little play dates in front of your houses (which was usually just you begging him to play, while he pretended to sleep) to having him over for dinner sometimes, to realizing you both went to the same school, resulting in inadvertently taking the same road home together, to pretty much seeing each other whenever either of you went out — little by little, bit by bit, perhaps in large part due to mere vicinity, he became a close friend.

Still, you'd never thought of Wakasa in that kind of way.

Or at least, not how you saw it happen in the movies or dramas that your father secretly liked to watch. In those movies, being in love with always obvious; sweaty hands, a fluttering heart, eyes that turned into stars when that certain someone was around. Yet you can't recall ever experiencing any of those things before (and certainly not around Imaushi Wakasa, of all people).

You're certain that you've never experienced that kind of love, the only kind that you know, until him.

Him being the new kid in your class, Hiroshi.

Hiroshi had taken your entire class, your entire grade, by storm, and with good reason. Aside from moving back from living in the States for a few years, he was not only charming, good-looking and athletic, but he was incredibly smart. He earned the highest marks despite being new and always knew the answers whenever the teacher called on him — though, you think you fell in love with him the first time he smiled directly at you after being partnered up together for a project.

After just a day studying with him, you knew he was the type that any girl (or guy) would be lucky to be able to bring back home to meet their parents. He was damn near perfect.

"Somethin's off about him," Wakasa had told you, nonplussed, after you asked for his thoughts.

You'd tilted your head sideways, nose scrunching in confusion. "Huh? How so?"

But Wakasa had merely shrugged in that nonchalant way he always did, leaning against the stone wall with a popsicle in hand, his gaze not leaving the ocean in the distance. You'd been sitting sideways on his parked motorcycle, your legs swaying lightly. "Can just tell," he'd said, but as you wracked your brain, you couldn't come up with any justifiable examples from your own experience with Hiroshi.

"Is it because of the way he dresses?" It was an innocent enough question, a genuine touch of thoughtfulness in your tone, but it still made Wakasa snort. You supposed that was one downside he had as someone 'damn near' perfect — he dressed like a thirty-year-old college professor, hiked up khakis and all.

"Nah. Like I told you, I can just tell. Guys like that — they hide things. Not sure what, but I'd say it's not worth the trouble sticking around to find out."

And Wakasa had said it so surely, so plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, that for a moment, you'd stopped to seriously consider his words. But you'd been so smitten with Hiroshi at that point that you couldn't (or didn't want to) see what was so bad about him. So you'd just sighed, letting the conversation end at that, and decided not to tell Wakasa about the date Hiroshi had asked you out on later that weekend.

If you had to do it again, you probably would've taken Wakasa's advice.

It all happened within a month. You'd fell, and you'd fell fast. Absolutely head over heels for the guy. The date with him ended up going great, and just a few days later, he'd asked you to officially be his girlfriend. You, of all the girls that were already throwing themselves at him — he was your first boyfriend, and you were on cloud nine. Sweaty palms, racing heart, starry eyes, you had it all, and you were sure you were in love. (Though you never told Wakasa that, because quite frankly, the dark aura that'd he'd suddenly emit whenever you so much as hinted at your newfound relationship, scared you.)

So in love you'd been, that you'd been blind to all the signs.

The way he'd smile so sweetly when he cancelled yet another date you'd carefully planned out with an excuse about a family emergency, how he'd pull you into a warm hug whenever you asked why he was on his phone so much — but you think what should've been the biggest sign of all was when, for the first time, he'd yelled at you for trying to hold is hand at school.

The perfect image you had of Hiroshi was broken then, but your mind was good at trying to cover that up. Because you were in love with the guy, one of the only boys who ever asked you out, who showed any kind of interest in you, who wanted to you date you over anyone else.

Or so you thought.

The blow that shattered it all was when you found him feeling up another girl in the same spot where he'd asked you out; the cherry blossom tree in front of the gym. And the worst part of it all? He didn't seem the least bit guilty when he saw your tear-stained face and a hand to your aching heart — instead, he gave you that smile, and simply broke up with you right then and there.

You really could've disappeared.

It was your first heartbreak, and it truly felt like your heart was breaking. For an entire week, you couldn't eat or sleep properly because you felt so sick (you didn't even go to school, since your father thought you actually were sick), and even refused Wakasa's visits because of how ashamed you were that you didn't listen to him. He'd been right the whole time, and while Wakasa wasn't the type to kick you while you were down, you couldn't bear to face him.

When you finally bring yourself to come back, though, you almost faint when the first person who approaches you at the school gate is your now ex-boyfriend. You really could've vomitted at how sick you were starting to feel again, until you notice that he's sporting the nastiest black eye you'd ever seen, paired with a split lip and cuts on his cheek.

What the hell happened to him?

"H-Hiroshi?"

And before you can process what's going on, he's kneeling on the ground in front of you, apologizing while crying profusely. Your entire face burned up at that point, from your neck all the way to the tips of your ears at his sudden, unwarranted grand gesture. What is going on?! Your fellow students are watching curiously, whispering amongst themselves, and you wonder if this is more embarrassing for him or for you.

"Wait a minute," You hissed, struggling to find the words, looking around nervously. "G-get up off the floor! Are you an idiot?! Why are you bowing and apologizing like that for?"

"Leave him."

You sputtered incoherently as Wakasa appeared next to you, seemingly out of thin air, and stuck a fresh red lolly into the corner of his mouth. He looked down at Hiroshi with hooded eyes, as if regarding him as the most pitiful being on the planet — and to be quite honest, he probably was, in that moment.

"Wakasa? D-do you know what's going on?"

"Huh. Didn't think he'd made such a big deal out of it like that. But I guess that's just how guys like him compensate for being absolute shitheads." Wakasa ran a hand through his hair, lilac flickering over to you for just a second. If you'd squinted, you think you could've seen something like concern hidden somewhere in there. "You good?"

Didn't think he'd make...— what?

Wakasa's insinuation went right over your head, however, as another realization hit you.

You froze, suddenly very interested in your fumbling hands.

"Waka... listen, I..." I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

Your bottom lip trembled as you struggled to find the right words, tears pooling in your eyes and sticking heavy to your lashes. Your throat constricted as the emotions from your breakup, paired with the shame you felt from having been stupid enough to fall into such a trap, swelled up like a balloon about to burst in your chest — but Wakasa's expression didn't change, the look in his eyes never judging you. Instead, you watched as the corner of his lips pulled into a knowing smirk.

"Don't tell me you're gonna cry again," he breathed, and it sounded almost like a chuckle.

You sniffed as his thumb reached out to wipe away a few stray tears. "I-I'm sorry, Waka, I-I—!"

"Hey. What'd I tell you, hm? Don't cry over kids like that."

You still feel terrible, but as Wakasa slings an arm around your shoulder with a sigh and leads you away from the gathering crowd, muttering something along the lines of, "What am I gonna do with you? Always crying over dumb shit," with something akin to fondness in his eyes — you know that there was no need to apologize in the first place.

It's when you're a little older, a little wiser, and a little more experienced, that you realize the dangers of having a heart that loved, cared, and trusted too much.

You've always been someone who felt all of these things like a burning flame (and, you'd argue, why you were such a crybaby). If you cared, you did it whole-heartedly. If you trusted, you did it unconditionally. And if you loved, you did it with every fiber of your being. Passionate, some would call it; foolish, others would say. Because everytime you chose the power of unbridled emotion over anything else, life challenged you to make sure you knew exactly what that entailed.

Time and time again, you were met with the harsh reality that the things and people in your life that you held dear weren't magically protected by the mere sentiment you had for them.

You learned the hard way that life was full of continuously moving pieces — circumstances change, feelings fade, things that once were just ceasing to be (or, alternatively, things that weren't there before, suddenly appearing out of thin air). You know some people who would say that that was life's silver lining, that it was in these arbitrary changes that truly signified what it meant to be alive.

But that... to you, that was scary.

Because you found out that the more you tried to hold onto the pieces that you cared so deeply about, the more you had to lose.

And for someone like you, who felt with their entire being, when it hurt — it hurt. So, over time, you decided that each time you had to patch up a missing piece of your heart, you'd do whatever you could to protect it for the next time. You stopped loving and caring and trusting so easily, growing wary of anything and anyone who could potentially hurt you, even if it meant hurting yourself first.

Even when all you wanted to do was love, when it was transcribed in your very existence, you'd extinguish the flame before it could burn again, if only it meant you wouldn't get hurt.

You don't have big, fancy dreams of going to college like everyone else around you.

You already know that you'll be attending one of the smaller universities nearby — you don't really have the money for anything better, nor the grades for helpful enough scholarships, but you make the most of it anyway. You find a part-time job at a 24-hour bakery chain and move into an apartment closer to the city, rooming with one of your co-workers who just so happens to attend the same university.

Her name is Asahi and, a lot of times, you wonder how the two of you clicked so well when you were nearly exact opposites of one another. She was confrontational, blunt, and quick-witted (in many ways she reminded you of Wakasa, which might've been a big factor for your dynamic, but said childhood friend would simply glower anytime you made the comparison — the two of them tended to clash despite being so similar, but they were kind enough to at least try to be civil for your sake).

Parts of your life had changed, but if there was one constant, it was Imaushi Wakasa.

Even when you were certain that he'd leave at some point, like most of the people and things in life you'd held near and dear, he proved time and time again his willingness to stay. He was there at graduation, when you sent in your college application, when you finally moved into your first apartment, and even now, he'd often pick you up after shift in that motorcycle of his and take up all of your free time.

Wakasa was your comfort, and you wonder if even he knew how much that meant to you.

How much he meant to you.

"Were you waiting long?"

The wind caught your hair as you smiled brightly at the tall figure walking towards you. You shook your head, a baker's apron draped across your arm. "Nope, I only just got out. Someone was out sick at the last minute so I had to work the juice machine today..." There was a small pout in your voice that made him chuckle. "I swear I'm going to be smelling like carrots and orange juice for days."

"Mm, I'm just surprised they still trust you on that thing. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose." There was a hint of teasing in his voice that you pointedly ignored, taking the helmet that he handed over to you with a little wrinkle of your nose — you'd always hated how the helmet made your hair stick flat. You used to question why you had to wear one and he didn't, but he never budged, and you knew better than to push Imaushi Wakasa when he was resolute about something.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm actually pretty good at using it now!" You huffed defensively, letting him take your uniform into the tailbag he'd gotten specifically for when you rode with him.

"I'll have to be the judge of that one," Wakasa hummed as you scowled only half-heartedly at him. "I'll visit next time. We'll see how much better you've actually gotten at making juice."

"Speaking of visiting..." You trailed off for a moment, only slightly distracting yourself as you finally started putting on the helmet. "You haven't come around as much. What've you been up to?"

You hoped that he didn't catch onto the disappointment that simmered somewhere under your words. You also hoped that it didn't seem too obvious that it'd been something lingering in your mind for the past few weeks — and whether he did or not you couldn't tell, since in true Wakasa fashion, he kept his face neutral as he leaned down to properly adjust the straps of your helmet.

"Hm? You know what I've been up to. We talk every day."

That was partially true.

You both did talk every day — even if you couldn't meet up that day, whether it be because you had an important exam to study for or he had personal matters to attend to, one of you would make the effort to call over the phone and just talk, even if just for a few minutes. But there was something different in the air that didn't go unnoticed by you; a shift, a change, that you couldn't put your finger on exactly. You'd barely noticed it yourself, until your roommate commented about not having seen him for a while.

And it got you thinking, which was never a good thing.

"...I guess," you mumbled, looking away. "You just haven't been around the bakery or stopped by my place in a while."

Wakasa paused, quiet for just a moment longer than normal (from your perspective, at least), before he let out an amused breath, knocking gently against your helmet with his knuckle. "You miss me that much?"

"Of course!" Your cheeks started to turn red as you crossed your arms over chest. "It's only natural to miss seeing your best friend after they're MIA for a couple of weeks, right?"

You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, but you could feel Wakasa's lingering gaze searching your face — you don't know why you're getting so flustered at admitting it, that you missed him and his presence. You want to blame it on that strange shift that you still couldn't pinpoint, but even then, you knew how silly that sounded in your own ears.

"Of course it is." It's when he finally speaks that you decide to look up; and without even knowing it, you hold in your breath when you find unwavering lilac staring back down at you. "Let's get katsu at that place you like and watch something tonight, yeah? Your pick."

Just like that, like clockwork, it was like the pieces were falling into their respective places again as you nestled behind him on his bike, wrapping your arms around his torso. The feel of the wind picking up and running through your hair was familiar — and in that moment, at least for a little bit, you unraveled at the little bit of comfort you hadn't even realized you'd been missing the last few weeks.

But life keeps moving, and the pieces are shuffled again.

In the blink of an eye, things get busier than ever. All of a sudden it seems like you barely have any free time in between the important exams you need to study for on top of a never-ending mountain of homework; and if that wasn't enough, you'd encountered a tiny miscalculation in your monthly budget that meant yo had to take up extra shifts that bakery to help cover your rent.

It was like a whirlwind was picking up momentum in your life, right when you thought everything was 'back to normal' — as if suddenly, in the middle of it all, you'd become very aware of the growing distance between you and your best friend.

Life happens. That's what they say, right?

So you didn't want to blame him when he suddenly couldn't pick up your calls anymore because he was busy or "Sorry, I'm in the middle of something so I'll call you back later, alright?" (because you were too), and you didn't want to jump to conclusions when the time in-between texts went from minutes to days (because he had his own life to live, you knew that) — but into the early hours of the morning when you could finally settle down for much-needed sleep and check your phone, only to be greeted with no sign of notifications (a message not even left on 'read'), you couldn't help how heavy your heart felt each time.

"Avoiding you? What'd make you think that?"

Asahi is a breath of fresh air when you finally tell her what's been on your mind; maybe you just needed an outside perspective. "I don't know," you say with a small shrug, trying not to sound like it was something that'd been eating away at you for the past few weeks. "It's just... I haven't heard from him in a while. We barely talk anymore."

"Still, avoiding you? That's a bit much. We both know that kid would attach himself to your hip if he could," Asahi sweeps some crumbs off the counter as you place freshly baked bread in the display window. "He's probably just been busy."

"That's what I thought too..." You idly adjust the angling of the bread, your mind wandering. "But I've asked him out a few times already. No luck. I mean — maybe I'm overthinking it. It just... I don't know, it just seems like he doesn't want to hang out with me."

"I dunno, it just doesn't seem like something Imaushi'd do. And it's not like you've done anything," Asahi says with a tiny shrug, finally taking the bread away from you to properly arrange them. "But if it's really bothering you so much, why don't you go and visit him or something?"

You pause.

"Hmm. You have a point, I suppose."

And you decide to do just that.

Maybe you just needed someone else's confirmation to garner conviction (because what if he actually was avoiding you and you showed up to his place out of the blue?), but with a lot of your homework also out of the way, you make the executive decision to just go out on a limb and visit him at the gym. To put out the little inklings of doubt that'd been running around in your mind.

You're in a slightly better, daresay brighter, mood when you leave the bakery after your shift with a slice of strawberry chiffon cake hidden in a tiny white box, with your best friend's name written on it with black ink and a smiley face. It was one of Wakasa's go-to orders whenever he stopped by, saying that the strawberries were always, without fail, sweet.

And Asahi had a point. It's not like the both of you got into an argument, or like you'd done anything to get him upset (at least, not that you could recall...), so maybe you were just overthinking it. In all the years you'd known Imaushi Wakasa, you don't remember him ever getting mad at you, or ignoring you out of spite. Disappointed? Frustrated? Sure. But it'd all blow over and life would return to normal.

What would make this time any different?

You're almost certain that it's all in your head.

Yet as you round the familiar corner of the gym, your mind completely blanks.

It takes a minute to process that it's really him at first, simply because it feels like forever since you'd last seen him. Dressed in casual athletic wear, hair tied up to keep the loose strands out of his eyes like he always did whenever he was working — but the red drop earrings were unmistakable in the light. His name doesn't even make it off your tongue, because in that instant, you're very much so aware of the girl that's pressed up against him, her arms wrapped around his neck.

And if that isn't enough, also painfully visible, is the arm encircled around her waist, and the way that they were not-so-discreetly speaking almost intimately into each other's ear. You duck your head and take a few steps backwards behind the wall, though it's almost like your senses have heightened from the way your heart was suddenly hammering against your chest.

H-huh...?

Slowly, you peek out again, if only to make sure you weren't seeing things.

"I'm really glad we got to train together again today, Wakasa-kun," Her voice is like honey to even your ears as she, almost shyly, tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. She looks up at him with wide, glistening eyes that you can see all the way from where you are — you only catch a glimpse of the side of Wakasa's face, but it's apparent that he's making no move to push her away. "I really enjoy spending time with you. D'you think we could go out again sometime?"

A strange chill runs down your spine at that. Who is this...?

"I'll be busy the next few days," Wakasa's voice that normally granted you comfort now made your chest feel unusually heavy. "Maybe Friday night? We'll figure something out."

Don't... don't tell me— has he been avoiding me because... because he has a...?

You can hear her giggle through the haze of your mind. "I'd like that. It's a date!"

"Here, let me walk you to the bus stop."

It's like your feet have been cemented to the ground as you watch them walk down the street, in the opposite direction of you. What... what did I just witness? You tried to process what you'd just seen, what you'd just learned, about your so-called best friend. When? How long? And why? Your thoughts are all jumbled up as the image of the two of them replay in your mind — the way they were holding onto each other, the look she gave him, the way he was so painfully casual about it all.

It was only when the laughter of a couple of gym patrons leaving broke the silence did you finally blink, coming back to reality, and realized that hot, silent tears were spilling from the corners of your eyes.

Taking one last look around, you placed the white box of strawberry chiffon at the doorway, and left.

There it was again.

You could feel it — that change, the sudden shift in paradigm that'd been haunting you for months now that you could never put words to. The only difference now, was that you could finally see it.

there’s a part two here

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jarofstyles · 3 years

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Hi! Can you write a blurb about Hades!Harry trying to make a flower crown for Persephone!Y/N but he's having a hard time because the flowers kept on dying everytime he touch them?

YES WE LOVE IT!

Warning: fictional and may not truly adhere to the stories of hades and Persephone, just for fun!

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His brow was furrowed tightly in focus. Harry, or Hades to most, was irritated beyond belief for once. The pink flowers his lover had managed to grow in the underworld, where nothing should ever live, we’re thriving. He had made her a large greenhouse and he filled it with trees, a pond, and hundreds of varieties of plants and flowers. Outside of the enchanted greenhouse, nothing else could truly live. But in their home, it would be a beautiful masterpiece.

She had just arrived back. 6 months away and they’d spent a week simply in bed. Passion filled them, and as much as it had pained him to leave a glowing, fucked out and sleeping lover in his bed- he wanted to try this. His Y/N, his Persephone and queen, deserved nice gifts. However, unlike Harry, she wasn’t one for true material things. She liked when Harry planned their dates and when he made her food, when he Knit her a patchwork sweater but in rainbow colors to rival his of varied tones of grey.

“Fucks sake.”

The frustrated huff left the king’s mouth as the pink flower wilted as he tried to rush and tie it with the stems. While his wife was one to not point out his shortcomings, this was one of them. How a woman so vastly full of life and light was in love with the king of the underworld, he wasn’t 100% sure.

All he knew was, she was his light and his life. He loved her more than he ever imagined possible. When he had thought his heart had turned grey and brittle, she watered it with her love and turned it to gold. He always did love gold.

He could sense her behind him, embarassed slightly as he placed the failed crown down on to the floor. Persephone was intrigued to see her large, intimidating, dark husband on the grass of their greenhouse. Sat cross legged with picked flowers around him, she took in the scene and couldn’t help a gentle coo come from her mouth.

He turned with a soft smile, wanting to grimace at his attempt but too full of love for his woman to let it show. She was covered in his red, silk button up, giving a look at her bruised thighs. And yet, in the underworld she managed to shine like the sun and enchant him every time she walked in the room.

“My love… what have you been up to?” She asked in a sweet voice. “You know I do not like waking alone….” She crossed the area with her bare feet, standing. Next to him.

“I was… attempting to make you a gift. It’s silly… I know. They die rather quickly in my hands. But I wanted a beautiful crown made of flowers for my Petal.” He turned and wrapped his arms around her thighs, his face burying between them to avoid further embarrassment. He had been foolish to think that anything but his Y/N would tolerate his touch.

Her fingers stroked through his silky waves, smiling widely to herself. “None of that, my love. It wasn’t silly…. It was so, so incredibly thoughtful of you.” Y/N was well aware of his nerves when it came to the greenhouse. Harry never wanted to ruin her work. Her oasis, he called it.

If only he knew that her oasis was simply anywhere he was.

“I don’t want to hear any of that. You did something… so thoughtful and sweet. It makes me so happy. Despite your nerves around my plants you still attempted it because you wanted to make me merely smile.” He almost purred with her fingers running through his hair, but nodded. She was right. Y/N always was.

“M’sorry.” He said muffled against her legs. “That I couldn’t do it.” He was disappointed but she wasn’t. To be honest, it only made her love for him grow- as if that was even possible.

“Don’t apologize.” She moved slightly in his grip, making him look up. Her body slowly sank down until she was placed straddled in his lap. Her hands grabbed the flowers and brought them to life, placing them in his hair. “There. They look gorgeous in your hair. I can teach you to make them…. And then we can return to our bed.” She purred. Leaning forward, she pressed her swollen lips to his in a longing peck. They had a long afternoon ahead of them.

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themanip · 3 years

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late nights

SUMMARY — you and bang chan are both equally as stressed out. your solution? sleep with each other. boom, problem solved.

PAIRING — bang chan x reader WARNINGS — mentions of stress and mental health problems, unprotected sex, soft!dom chan, mentions of kinks, really soft, really cute smut basically, crying (not sexually), sad thoughts, angry and frustrated emotions, angsty GENRE — heavy angst, fwb, coming-of-age kind of, smut, romance, porn with a hint of plot WORD COUNT — 4.9k, i got carried away my bad

“How do you deal with stress?”

Chan’s question wasn’t ill intentioned by any means, and as you both sat in his studio, you pondered on whether or not to actually answer truthfully. “I mean, you’re the leader of two more trainees than I was, and navigating as a girlgroup is much more difficult than boygroups,”

“Do you want the honest answer, or the more appropriate answer?” you crossed your legs, Chan’s couch feeling quite comfortable. He stared down at you for a moment, the height of his chair offering him that leverage.

The room was quiet, the lights were dim, and the entire environment was soothing. “Well, honest, of course. No point in me asking if it’s a fib, no?”

You nodded, blowing a puff of air out of your nose thoughtfully. “Truthfully, I use sex. It allows me to physically and mentally drain myself, and I sleep really well after getting fucked. It allows me to refresh the next morning, and my stress, at least physically, is diminished.”

You didn’t look at him until you finished talking, and his face was blank. Once you two locked eyes, he sputtered out, “Oh, I—”

“This is why I offered two options, Chan,” you laughed, and at the lighten of atmosphere he giggled a bit too. “I didn’t mean to, y’know,” he stopped, and you nodded lightly. “I get it, but as of now I don’t do it much anymore. I usually just let out my anger or stress during dance routines or working out but it doesn’t work the same, and sometimes I deliver moves too harshly while dancing.”

“Why not?”

You were unsure what he was referring to, and you crinkled your eyebrows. “How come you don’t do it anymore if nothing else helps the same way?” he asked softly, his eyes swimming with genuine concern.

“I’m a lot more conservative with my body, I just have to trust someone. It’s hard to get to know a guy without them immediately wanting to jump into a relationship. You can’t really do that in what we do, and the second I start to trust a guy things go haywire. I just really have to have a good friendship to have sex, I guess.”

The entirety of the conversation, Chan’s cheeks were turning peach. Even in the dark, dim light, you could see it. “I understand, it’s a very tangible thing. Just giving yourself to someone like that without a basic relationship, platonic or not, is important depending on how you view relationships,”

You nodded in response, and a silence fell over you two. There wasn’t much to be said, but for some reason you decided to blurt out. “If you don’t know how to deplete stress, I suggest it. Just the no strings attached part, because otherwise things get messy and stress becomes inevitable. Just try it sometime, Chan. If you don’t like it, then consider it a learning experience,” you shrugged, and Chan pursed his lips.

“I mean it doesn’t sound like a bad idea, per se. I just don’t know how I’ll casually ask someone to have sex. Most women just run off the moment I mention it, and who knows if they’re even into the same things I am? There’s just so many things to be unsure of.” His chin was now laying on his thumb, and his pointer finger was laying above his top lip. He was deep in thought.

You stood up, which cause Chan to unexpectedly flinch, and he watched you with careful eyes. “Chris, if you ever feel like you need a de-stresser, you know where to find me. Nothing will be weird unless you make it weird. Or we can always just talk, either way, I’m here. I have to go before Sumna comes and drags me out of here, but seriously. Whatever you need, no strings attached. Nothing leaves this room,” you mentioned softly, and his eyes widened at his English name. It’s rather rare you used it, so he pondered the specific use of it in this scenario.

“Thank you,” he muttered simply, and he watched you as you walked out. Was she being serious?

Chan and you had not talked in a few days. Whether it was a crazy schedule, you embarassing yourself, or him not knowing how to approach the situation, you didn’t know. All you did know was that you missed your friend.

You and your bandmates had a hectic schedule today, and as the leader, you’d had to sit in on a meeting with your manager and JYP’s public relations manager. Apparently, Dispatch had caught one of your members, Lanzi, out doing something with another k-pop idol. Dispatch had only obtained two pictures of it, but it was clearly legible on who they were, and what they were doing.

The cost to get those pictures thrown out was much more than JYP would have liked, so she had to sit and get chewed out. Instead of being angry at Lanzi, she became more angry at herself. She had talked to them about things of this sort, but clearly not well enough. It was her job as leader, and she failed doing so.

After a three hour long meeting, you were absolutely exhausted, mentally at least. And now, just after that, was choreography practice. You’d just learned the choreo a few days before, so for the most part you had it down. As lead dancer, you also had to make sure everyone else in your group understood that too.

So, thirty minutes into practice, when none of your members seemed to be latching on, you sighed. Your entire job was to simply lead, and do well. Somehow, you couldn’t manage to do that. Once more, you started the choreography, and told your girls to simply stand back and watch.

You had a slight tone, but you needed them to understand that rhythm is just as important as the real dance moves. Your entire body was covered in sweat, and you were growing more frustrated by the minute.

The way your body moved was no longer elegant, just harsh, angry strokes of somewhat rhythmic actions. You did your best to do it just as you were shown, but the overwhelming anger and emotion in your body was just more than you could handle.

Little did you know, next to your bandmates, stood Hyunjin and Chan. They had come to ask something, but instead found you dancing your angered heart out. All stopped and stared, and Chan could only focus on the way your hips contorted, the patterns your hips followed.

As the music stopped, you turned around, and your eyes widened at the visitors.

“We can leave if you’re busy, Hyunjin-ah just wanted to ask if he could borrow the studio tomorrow, and I wanted a word with you, if that’s okay,” Chan asked, and all of your bandmates went silent, expecting you to take the lead of the conversation.

“Hyunjin-sunbaenim, the studio is yours whenever you need it. Let me know what time, and Chan-oppa, would you like to talk now?”

Hyunjin bowed, and gave a quick thank you before heading out of the room. “Yes, please. If you’re too busy, no worries,” and you looked at your girls and told them to head back to the dorm. You were done for today, no reason to beat a dead horse when clearly today was not a good one to get skills in.

“Can we talk in my studio?” Chan came closer to you, almost a whisper, and you knew this was going to go one of two ways: he was going to fuck your brains out, or he was going to let you know that he did not think of you in that way, and to please never discuss things like that with him again. You don’t think you could handle either, at least not today.

“Yeah, let me grab some other clothes,” you said softly, rubbing your forehead in anxiety. Chan quickly started to mention something, and you shut him up quick. “I don’t—”

“Chan, I’m getting new clothes because I am sweaty and tired, nothing else. I will meet you in your studio after I am changed,” you sighed, your hot knees feeling good against the cool floor of the choreography studio. Your duffle bag now wide open, you grabbed an oversized long sleeve shirt and a pair of loose jeans.

You also reapplied deodorant and some perfume so you didn’t smell like you lived in a sewer, the amount

As your girls were long gone, you felt free to change in the studio. Your clothes quickly fell to the floor, and you were now in more comfortable apparel that is not drenched in sweat. Dreading this conversation with Chan, you swiftly collected your things and moved them to the corner to come collect after you spoke to Chan and was ready to go home.

Guiding your way to Chan’s studio was a walk in the park. The amount of times you’d go in there to talk to him, or for him to let you hear what he’d been working on, was countless. You two had budded a beautiful friendship, and he had been somewhat of a rock. He had always been so sweet, so loving. And you’ve possibly ruined it because you couldn’t think of anything other than sex when trying to guide him through dealing with stress.

Your eyes almost welled at the thought. You couldn’t cry though, not now. So, as you stood outside of Chan’s recording studio, you held your breath for a moment and looked up, letting the tears vanish.

A soft knock sounded, your knuckles rasping at the door. The hallways were silent, and you couldn’t hear a single thing from inside Chan’s studio. Your own heartbeat pounded in your ears, and you tensed as you heard footsteps leading up to his door.

He opened the door, his face showing no clear emotions. He didn’t seem angry, but he wasn’t too happy to see you, either. His hair was clearly ran through by his hand, blonde tufts falling back towards his ears. His makeup was done to perfection, light brown tones covering his lids.

He wore a simple outfit, a loose black hoodie and dark blue sweatpants. He’d changed from earlier, his black ripped jeans now nowhere to be seen. “Come in, you can sit anywhere,” his voice was always soft, even though he could be fuming, his tone would never soar.

“Chan, I just want to say I’m sorry,” you muffled out, plopping down unconventionally on his couch. “I just, I don’t know why I said those things or did that,” at this point, you just didn’t want him to think differently of you. He was the closest thing you had to a mentor, and he was an amazing friend.

If you lost him, or ruined your relationship, you don’t think you could ever forgive yourself.

You pulled your knees up to your chest as he took a seat in his chair, staring expectedly at you. Silence followed, so you continued, unsure of what he was expecting to hear. “I just don’t like you being stressed, and the only way I know how to cope with things is kind of like that, so I figured maybe you could too, and then I offered, and I feel like I just fucked things up between us. I.. just I’m so sorry.”

At this point your eyes had clouded up, and your voice had cracked multiple times. The day you’d had just piled up, and your exhaustion was visible. Chan’s eyes immediately softened, and he felt bad. He wasn’t mad, he just didn’t know how to approach the situation.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, and he stood up from his chair and joined you on the couch. At this point, you’d started full on crying. “I ruined our friendship, and now I’m sitting here crying so you’re gonna feel too bad to be honest with me about what I did wrong,” you were now sniffling hard, and your chest was dense you were surprised you could breathe.

“No, love, that’s not it, I promise,” your heart pumped blood a bit harder at his nickname for you, and he placed a warm hand on your back. “I came here to ask if you were okay,” his tone was now nothing but soft and supportive, and he continuously rubbed your back. Warmth spread throughout your entire body.

“I heard about the meeting, and everyone kept discussing how stressed out you were today,” in the dim light once more, his eyes glowed. They were so soft, so sweet. His entire aura was just warm, loving, and nothing was more assuring.

“No matter what happens between us, you’re my friend, and I care about you,” he smiled softly, “Nothing would change that, unless you like, stabbed me or something,” he laughed soulfully, and you laughed with him. He pulled you closer to him, your head now leaning on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Chan. I just didn’t know what to do, and today has been really shitty,” you smiled, and let your head fall even closer to his chest. His thumbs ran circles around your back, and he held you close. “It’s okay, I understand. Trust me,” a warm silence encased the entire room, and as Chan now cuddled you warmly, your face was now red at the reality of the situation.

“Do you feel a bit better?”

“Yeah, I just needed someone to remind me of how things are and to keep me grounded,” you sighed, and Chan’s thumb was now no longer rubbing your back. His hand had stilled, and all you could hear was the heartbeat from inside Chan’s chest. He was so broad, and the expanse of his torso provided a very comfortable pillow.

“I wasn’t offended, or taken back or anything when you offered, you know that, right?” Chan spoke out of nowhere, the rumbling of his chest vibrating intensely. “I wouldn’t have known, I tried my best to ignore you in case you never wanted to speak to me again,”

A small laugh came out of Chan, and his chest pushed your head a bit. “No, in fact, I think I’ve thought about it a little too much.”

You pushed your head off of him at this point, and resuming your position before he sat on the couch. You pulled your knees back up to your chest, and looked at him. “Really?”

“You said you wanted to have sex with someone you trust, and I feel the same way. It’s really hard to come by good people with good intentions, and you also happen to be beyond gorgeous. Why would I not want to?”

With cheeks now flushed red, you giggled. School-girl giggled, specifically. You had no idea how to take this compliment, but then the realization hit you. Christopher Bang just said he wants to fuck you.

His face also turned a deep scarlet, and he looked down, waiting for a reaction. “Mr. Bang, the things you say. So scandalous,” you both laughed lightly, and you hummed in response to the silence. “If we decide to ever do something, it’s important we talk about it first,” you mentioned, and now the conversation went from light-hearted to a bit more serious.

“Of course, but in what way?”

“I don’t know, what kinds of things do you like? I can’t promise I can pertain to everything, but there’s no harm in trying. Especially if it happens more than once,” you clutched your legs, and Chan leaned forward a bit, his elbows on his knees as he stared ahead.

“Uh, well,” he laughed, and covered his hands with his face. This was the Chan you liked, who could make any situation, no matter how dark, seem light and easy-going. “It’s not really,” he started, beginning to look at you, then stopping himself, “I don’t know. I never usually talk about it like this,”

“Well, how about this: I tell you what I like, and you tell me what you’re willing to do. Just because I like it does not mean you have to do it, but if you enjoy it too, its mutual pleasure, yeah?”

Chan simply nodded, now mesmerized by you. His face completely tracked yours, and you sighed. “I have always loved your hands. I really, really like if you’d put them around my neck, if you would ever feel so kind. I really love being praised, I love being called a good girl, things like that. My favorite foreplay is just making out, I’m just a big softie, but I can take rough if that’s what you like. I’m a big pleaser, and I want to make sure you’re taken care of and get some pleasure out of this,”

Chan nodded once more, and his fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around his rings, twisting and turning. “Your turn, Channie,” you smirked, and he leaned back, a smile crowning his face.

“Well, I really like being soft and intimate, I like any position, bonus points if I see your face,” he smiled, his cheeks burning scarlet. He clearly did not talk about these things often, moreso just played them out in the midst of a high and never spoke of it again. But he and you both knew how important communication was, so he continued.

“I have played around with being called Daddy, but I’m not sure, and if you’re not comfortable with it—”

“If I am that uncomfortable with something, I promise I’ll tell you. Besides, that’s really cute. Rolls right off the tongue, right Daddy?”

He visibily shivered, and you smiled. “I—uh, I like if you’d run your fingers through my hair, not too hard, but like soothingly, kind of? If that makes sense. I also like it if you’d verbalise when you’re, uh—”

You knew where he was going, so you leaned close to his ear and finished his sentence for him. “Gonna cum? Oh, it would be rude not to,” you laughed gently, and you saw the last of Chan’s patience snap like a rubber band.

His hands grabbed your face sternly, yet somehow gently. “Do you want this?” he asked, the lust obvious on his face. Despite any previous conversation, he needed verbal consent to continue, and it would make him feel most okay with doing this.

“Yes,”

The room was now silent, anticipation filling your entire body. You’d come in here crying, and you couldn’t help but hope you’d leave the same way; just a different type of crying.

He pushed you so your back was now flush against the couch, the headrest leaning your upper torso closer to him. “Tell me to stop, and I promise I will, alright? The second you tell me to,” he was now looking you dead in the eyes, above you. Your legs were spread open, and his entire body was in the valley of your abdomen. Both of his arms were on either side of you, perching himself up.

“Chris, just kiss me already,” you whined, and he laughed wholeheartedly, before dipping in. The first kiss was hesitant, exploring new territory. His lips tasted like vanilla chapstick, and the first few were light pecks. It took only a second before he took the initiative and added his tongue to the mixture.

You rarely ever used tongue, most of your hookups barely even kissed, which is why none of them compared. Kissing was your weak point, it was a vulnerability. And Chan did not abuse that power once.

“Is this okay?” he mumbled against your mouth, your exchanging saliva now making more than your mouth lubricated. “Fuck, yes,” you moaned out, the amount of times he would kiss you now making you weak.

His hands dragged softly, and held themselves at your jaw, a classic sweetheart. His thumb was against your cheek so softly, the pads gracefully rubbing across the expanse of your cheekbone.

Everything about this was so domestic, so warm. His kisses were so soft, and full of love. There was no rush, no push to go any farther had you or him decided not to. His warm hands on your face made you purr on the inside, and when he pulled away, he had looked more beautiful than ever.

You had no intention of mentioning the wetness that had gathered between your legs, until Chan was staring at you, and momentarily his eyes widened. “Shit,” he cursed, looking around rapidly. “We don’t have a condom. I’m clean and everything, but we don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable,”

“I have an implant, and I’m clean too. I just want you, if you want me too.”

Chan had no other qualms about it, and he attacked your face in sloppy kisses. “Here, can we switch positions, my arm is hurting?” he asked awkwardly, and you laughed with your entire chest. It was a normal question, but the way he asked so ashamedly, as if it was something terrible.

“Sit up straight, let me get on your lap,” you said softly, and he did as he was told. It was only then that you saw the bulge in his sweatpants, and you forgot that he actually had a male appendage, and from the looks of it, he was either girthy or long. Or both.

As long as he knew how to use it, you’d be fine.

He grabbed you by your hand to help maneuver you, and now your entire weight was on top of Chan. As you finally sat your hips down, he groaned. “Oh god,”

You took his face in your hands, and started kissing him again. At this point, you didn’t want him to be respectful anymore. His hands did not waver from your face, and so you took it into your own hands. Grabbing them both, so soft and calloused, and placed them as discreetly as you could, onto your hips. Moreso your ass, but Chan didn’t know your intentions.

His hands pushed your hips forward, now rutting against his hard on. His lips and yours were now in a frenzy, drenching each other. It was still pretty slow, nothing fast paced, just more intense.

He broke the kiss, and his hands now edged at the bottom of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” he asked, breathless. His lips were now swollen and puffy, and his pupils were blown wide.

You nodded softly, no words needed to be said. He quickly hauled the oversize shirt above your head, and groaned harshly when he realized you had no bra on. His first instinct was to latch his mouth onto your nipples, sucking softly. A moan left your mouth, and with nothing to hold onto anymore, your hands found his hair.

Still rocking back and forth, your panties were probably soaked at that point. So much foreplay had you almost throbbing, and you couldn’t wait much longer to have him inside you.

“Chan, please,” you moaned out, and he bit down on your nipple gently. “Only since you asked so nicely,” he added, and he told you to stand up. You did so, easily willingly, yet you loved the way he spoke to you.

It was almost a request, a plea. There was no power imbalance here, simply one trying to find another. He was so gentle, in everything he did. You wanted to drown in that feeling.

He pulled your jeans off without a hitch, and eyed your lace panties hungrily, slightly thankful you’d changed earlier this evening. His fingers grasped the sides, pulling them down your legs. You were now completely bare, and he was fully dressed. This was a problem.

“Not fair, your turn,” you pouted, and his eyes were fixated on your naked body. It felt odd, having him see you like this, but you couldn’t complain. Your arousal was now tainting your inner thighs, and Chan could probably see it too.

He rid himself of his hoodie and his shirt at the same time, and you finally got a full view of him shirtless. This man was absolutely ripped, and you had to hold in a gasp. His arms were lined in protruding veins, and his abs were impeccable. You worked out, but not in your wildest dreams would you ever be able to maintain that nice of a physique.

It wasn’t until he pulled off his pants, and painstakingly after, he patiently pulled his boxers off. God, did he have a pretty cock. A bit longer than average, slightly girthy, and it made your mouth water just thinking about it.

Your first instinct was to pop down onto your knees, but as you were on your way down, Chan grabbed you by the arm. “Not this time, please, I need you,” he whined out, almost painfully.

As you were on top of his lap, you were careful not to let him inside you yet. You figured he could decide when to do it, and you squealed when he let one hand slide from your face, down to your throat. His fingers, covered in rings, squeezed gently. He coaxed another moan from you as he let his fingers glide down the valley of your body, and found itself on your clit.

His movements were slow, but intense. His fingers glided over your folds, picking up some of your arousal, and placed all of his attention onto your little nub. Small pinprick moans escaped your mouth, and you began to tilt your hips in an attempt to get more friction. “Fuck, you’re so wet,”

Some noise semblant to a mew tried to leave your mouth, but his fingers tangled themselves around your neck further, leaving the sound trapped in your throat. “Are you ready? Or do we need to get you a bit more warmed up?” he asked softly, his mouth now next to you ear. His voice was dark, and husky.

“God, I just need you inside me,” you whined, and his hand let up on your neck, and he grabbed his cock harshly. He pumped it a few times, and spread your lips, and lined you up.

“Beg,” he said simply, and even if you tried to sink down, he now placed a hand on top of your hips harshly. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. “W—what?” you asked, breathless.

“Beg, I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you,” he repeated himself, and looked down at you mischeviously. You two were face to face, and his cock was still in his hands, and your lips spread wide open for him to see. “Fuck, please,” you whined, and to no avail, he didn’t budge, “please, daddy, I just wanna feel good,”

As soon as the name sounded from your mouth, he pushed inside of you. The stretch was amazing, it was slightly painful, but it felt like nothing on this earth could amount. His entire cock filled you out nicely, and the lewd sound of him smacking against you was filling the room.

His hands laid at your hips now, piling into you like his life depended on it. His balls were smacking against your ass, and the harsh thrusts stimulated your clit. Everything was so intense, the way he filled you so deeply, you could feel him in places you didn’t know he could reach, and you felt like you’d burst apart the seams.

Shameless moans spilled from your mouth, and Chan was in your ear, grunting like a man starved. “Such a good girl, fuck, for me,” his groans were so animalistic, and the way his hands would hold you steady.

His fingers traveled down to toy with your clit, and he never stopped fucking you. Your fingers started to tangle within his hair, and his lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking, finding anything to latch onto.

The second his fingers started rubbing your clit numbly, you knew that you were going to cum soon. Everything he did just felt so good, you were just a hole the second he started fucking you.

“I—I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum,” you breathed out heavily, and your legs started shaking. “Please, can I—please cum?”

“Yes, cum for me,” he breathed out in a husky tone, and it wasn’t long until you felt your thighs start to involuntarily shake, and the feeling inside your abdomen welling up. “I’m so—” you were cut off by your orgasm rushing over you, Chan’s fingers never stopped stimulating your clit.

You moaned out harshly, slumping towards him, unable to control yourself as one of the most harsh orgasms you’ve ever had washed over you. Your entire body started to seize, and you clenched around him harshly. He continued to fuck into you, sucking into your neck, and he starting fucking into you faster. He was definitely close, “Where-”

You cut him off, still under the shock of your orgasm, “inside me, please,” you begged, and he fucked into you once more, even harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

He lived up to his promise, as less than a few seconds later, his warm cum spurted inside of you, and he still rutted his hips, begging for more friction. He stroked into you a few more times, now drained of energy. He placed a soft kiss onto your neck, and whispered, “Thank you.”

You got up, and put your shirt back on over yourself, and Chan pulled his boxers and sweatpants on once more. A thought rose over you on whether to leave or not, but you knew Chan would be a skinship type of guy. He would probably have a drop, and not be used to just casual hookups like this.

“Do you want me to stay?” you asked softly, and a large part of you hoped he would say yes.

“Please.”

#bang chan #chris bang #christopher bang #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids #cb97 #3racha #smut #angst #fluff #skz angst #skz fluff #skz fic #bang chan smut #chris bang smut #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst

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yridenergyridenergy · 3 years

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Shinya’s interview in PHY vol. 18

He mentioned that he tries to maintain the same style throughout his career and that he was inspired to do so not only by Yoshiki, but also Steve Jobs, who always wore a black turtleneck and jeans. He wants to create that sort of image/brand for himself.

Based on what people had told him, he had expected a lot of things to change when he became an adult. An example of what he had in mind? Shinya thought he wouldn’t like juice anymore. But he still does. He always drinks cola and juice, and he still does not enjoy water and tea.

Kaoru reportedly jokingly criticized him for drinking juice and cola, and he was the one who said: “You can’t drink that all your life, when you grow up. You’ll see, you will like water and tea instead, like an adult.”

Additionally, Kaoru told him way back then that he would grow to regret naming his column in Haiiro no GInka “Dr. Nemunemu”. But Shinya is someone who likes the same things for a very long time, so he was sure of his choice.

Shinya is aware that there are some embarassing things that he cannot do anymore as an adult, such as sit in a “gymnastic position”, I think with his feet up on the chair. So he restrains himself from doing so even if he would really like to do that.

He actually does not enjoy playing drums. He does not like setting them up with the screws and all, and he finds playing drums alone to be boring. However, what he likes about drums is the melodies he can make out of them and playing live shows with them.

Shinya mentioned, I believe, that he has not quit Dir en grey because there had never been a reason to or anything else to do than that, for him. There was a comparison with SATOchi from MUCC (who apparently quit because, notably, he was being asked to change things he composed). Shinya said that there were no such comments within Dir en grey and that he would totally be frustrated if he were ever asked to do things a certain way.

When he composes, apparently Shinya does not try the phrase/melody on the drums. He just writes it, and then he gets stuck having to figure out how to play it later, and he hopes that it was something that can be played more easily in live concerts.

I did not understand the syntax a lot, but it sounds like Shinya described the tours under Dum Spiro Spero as “not fun”, and that either the drums or every other instrument was too hard to play. Apparently the other members of Dir en grey commented likewise.

#Shinya #interview #notes #translation #Phy #Phy vol.18 #Dir en grey #Oboro

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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do you have any supportive jake prompts based on what happened in “the golden child”

Cheerleader Jake!!! Always!!!

- even at the start of their relationship when the Santiagos were still figuring out whether he was ‘okay’ for Amy, and he was trying so hard to be good and likeable for them, he would 100% drop that and be the biggest Amy-stan if they were talking her down

- like obvs he'd join in with the friendly ribbing between siblings, aka Santiabros telling him all her embarassing stories and whatnot 😜 but as soon as the theme switched to more serious 'complaints' he'd be all "??? You're aware your sister is amazing tho right?"

- (which, needless to say, definitely helped them figure out that he was more than okay for her)

- also one of the big deciding factors for Victor changing his opinion about him - seeing Jake speak in nothing but positive and adoring / admiring ways about Amy even when she’s not there to hear it, at family gatherings and such... he can just see the hearts floating around Jake’s head whenever he’s talking about Amy’s accomplishments to some aunties who were busy scoffing at her being unwed and without kids or something else preposterous

- but also with Amy herself he’s 100% leader of her fanclub, as we all know from the show. He knows exactly when the Santiago family phonecall (weekly, attendance mandatory) is happening, half because he ends up crashing it too often, half because he knows afterwards she’s going to need some good uplifting if her mom or David have started another one of their tirades

- she’ll pretend like it’s all fine and they’re all saying hi, by the way, they missed you barging into the room with a burning pot like last time, but he’s already got the frustration-icecream out and defrosting. She’ll get some good hugs and a “what amazingly useless great thing has David done this week” and then lets her rant as much as she wants and needs, and she knows he (and Rosa) are probably the only ones who’ll not judge her for ‘hating’ on her brother so she really lets go

- he’s also the only one who’ll really join in and they just gossip / trashtalk David together while sharing some ice cream because if Amy gets amped up, so does Jake, and agitated Jake is snacky Jake 🤣

- and when it’s been really, really bad and she’s less frustrated and more teary-eyed he has a laundry list of amazing things she’s done, this week and this month and all in all together, and nothing David can ever do is gonna beat all THAT, Ames, and if your mom doesn’t get that I know your dad does, and your other brothers, and well, your hubby obviously

(- also that talking-to Camila got in the episode is def. not the first and def. not the last time Jake has done something like that. Especially when she’s pregnant and half her family keeps criticising ‘the way’ she does anything, he’s gonna flip a table telling them how amazing she is at dealing with all this stuff that he absolutely couldn’t manage, and how amazing she’s gonna be handling the baby stuff as well and if he hears even a peep about childrearing from any of them if they don’t ask for it first...)

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #headcanons

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binniedeactivated · 4 years

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watch your mouth. || yeonjun💦

a/n: since you guys really liked the last yeonjun one shot i decided to add on to the series. ;))) and thank you for the new follows! welcome!

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[@𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇...

“Listen, I don’t care that you spend money. We all do, it’s a habit. But you know full well you’ve gone over this time”.

yeonjun expresses while trying to keep his eyes on the road as best as he could. He’d look out the window and comb his hair back with his fingers every once in a while, something small to help him cope with his anger. you sat in the passenger seat just as frustrated as you wanted to be. yeonjun was really acting ridiculous right now.

“are you serious? are you forgetting that you’re the one who decided to buy himself the most expensive name brand wardrobe he can find last week? And once I buy some clothes it’s the end of the world?”.

“that was for a show and you know that. we’re supposed to be saving up for a house, or have you forgotten that also?”.

“fuck you yeonjun, seriously”.

you mutter crossing your arms and glancing out the window refusing to look at him. It was annoying how he could be over the joint bank account that he set up for you two in the first place. you should’ve known he was going to be controlling with it.

“fuck me? are we really cursing at each other right now?”.

“yes because you’re acting crazy right now”.

“oh please, don’t talk to me like that”.

“and just what the fuck are you going to do about it? you get to go around and yell at me for spending extra money but i can’t curse at you? who do you think you are my father?”.

yeonjun does his best to tame his anger, he grips the steering wheel harder and flips his hair back once more. From the corner of your eyes, not that you were paying attention to him of course, you could see the veins appearing in his neck. thinking of all the other things wrong with the relationship, you felt yourself getting angrier and angrier.

you hated yourself for getting like this. but you couldn’t help it. yeonjun always had his way of calmly pissing you off no matter what the situation was. You were too much in your own clouded annoyance you hadn’t notice yeonjun had pulled pulled over on the side of the road. He angrily pointed his finger in your face.

“you need to start watching your mouth. alright? stop talking to me like I’m some deadbeat boyfriend who doesn’t do anything for you”.

“maybe i’d watch my mouth if you’d stop treating me like i’m your fucking child! I’m your girlfriend yeonjun! not your daughter”.

yeonjun leans into your face closer with his jaw clenched.

“I said stop cursing. What part of stop cursing don’t you get hm?”.

“I can say what I want to sa--”.

“get in the backseat”.

He disrupted, which totally threw you off.

“huh?”.

“get in the backseat, now”.

he growled, and you had to say this was the first time you saw him this angry. you were scared. but were you going to admit this? hell no. you did as you were told, thinking that yeonjun was probably going to make you sit back there the rest of the way home. you crossed your arms once you got back there.

“yeonjun this isn’t going to fix--”.

you started a sentence but cut it halfway through once you saw yeonjun get out of the vehicle also. He slammed the driver’s side door behind him and opened the door across from you, sliding into the backseat with you. He pointed his finger in your face just as he did before, you being cowardly, you moved back the closer it got. Soon you found yourself laying on the carseat.

“listen to me. when I tell you to stop doing something, I’m not trying to take control over you. I’m doing it for the sake of our relationship. I don’t want to taint it with hateful words whenever we’re having an argument. Do you understand me?”.

you glared up at him with big eyes, gulping. He looked scarier from this view.

“of course you don’t”.

he mumbles with a smirk attached to the corner of his lips, he reaches up your skirt and pulls your panties down in one go. he looks you devilishly in your eyes one last time and puts his finger to his lips. ‘shh’.

he fixes himself between your legs and laps his tongue up your clit, his puppy licks made your mind spin into a world with 50 burning suns. you gasp, glancing down to only see him staring up at you with those mind blowing eyes. he closes them blissfully before taking another lick into your folds.

“god yeonjun”.

you could barely say with your voice cracking in it’s end. He groans sexily while wrapping his lips around your clit sucking it up deliciously. Your core grew as hot and moist as you ever felt it. His lips were so pillowy. he detaches himself, staring at it lustfully before going back down five times nastier than before. He let his tongue drag around your pink fullness before his mouth is drawn back to your clit again.

“fuuckk hm”.

you whimper, wondering what you deserved to be eaten like this.

“you know what it is?”.

yeonjun asks while slurping under your hood, making your toes curl while also making it hard for you to form a complete sentence.

“your a spoiled brat. do you know that?”.

he reiterates while smirking. He closes his eyes again and sticks his tongue in your wet hole. you reach down and grab his hair, your throat getting dry from your mouth being open too long.

“shit--no”.

you groan wanting to shut your thighs but couldn’t because you knew yeonjun would pin them down and make things worse for you.

“every girl in the world doesn’t get a $3,000 allowance from her boyfriend every week. and here you are cursing at me...”.

yeonjun illustrates while sluggishly thrusting his tongue in and out of your wetness. you whine in your highest voice.

“yelling at me.. telling me that you can do what you want...”.

he hastens his pace; sending your eyes to the back of your head.

“oh fuck yeonjun i’m sorry”. he takes his thumb and presses it moving it in small circles.

“you’re just a spoiled brat aren’t you?”.

he questions with his lustful eyes fluttering up at you. You wondered if he was seriously trying to ask you questions while you could barely feel your legs. you raised your hips up and slowly sinked them down onto his tongue. you couldn’t keep that up for long though, or else you’d be cumming all over him in less than 3 seconds.

“yes daddy i’m a spoiled brat”. you whimper clutching his hair harder. he rubs your clit around faster, it being more difficult with your slick coating it because of him.

“fuck! fuckk jun”.

he chuckles sexily and continues tongue fucking you until you were gasping for air. he loved seeing you like this, acting completely helpless all because of him. it made him hard.

“fuck my tongue”.

he demanded, and you swore each time he came up his mouth was wetter than before. you used your shaky hands to grab a bit more of his hair, swaying your hips downwards sliding his tongue inside of you and then back out again. your hips were stuttering each time you went back down. you bit your lips trying to absorb the high pitched moans you wanted to scream. you finally gasped after what it felt like forever.

“fuck!! yeonjun”.

with the car silent you could hear your wetness being ruined over and over again by yeonjun’s mouth. It was quite embarassing for you but it worked wonders for yeonjun’s hard on.

“yeonjun i can’t-- i can’t do it anymore”. you whined with your muscles becoming weak because of how close you were. he held your hips up and started licking your entire midsection--from back to front-- moving your hips while doing so.

“jun!!”. you moan while gasping in between each. you could feel tears form in your eyes along with the knot in your stomach. he paused to lick and suck your clit knowing you were on your last straw. soon you were painting yeonjun’s face with your pretty liquids.

out of breath your chest heaves endlessly. you couldn’t believe this was the same man you were talking shit to a while ago.

“maybe next time you’ll be more careful with your mouth”.

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yet another smut fic of mondstadt npcs, this time Wagner and his apprentice, Schulz🤥

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Summer in Mondstadt means days of living through hell for us blacksmiths.

While the others are busy frolicking around in the grassy hills, winds intertwining in between their hair, the both of us are trapped in this cramped space; sounds of metal pounding against metal, water evaporating swiftly into hot mist as hot red iron was dunked into it. The small canopy on top our heads a slight reprieve from the smoldering heat.

With that said, the heat is a blessing in disguise. Summer in Mondstadt could mean a lot of things to others, but to me summer means that my master, Wagner, strips himself off of his shirt more often than any other seasons.

Opportune time for me to let my eyes wander about.

The scars scattered on his arm attracting my eyes, moving like water as he flexes his hand, shoulder blades tensing, hammering down on a rod; shaping it. Sweat dripping down his chest, making him gleam in the light. His presumably rock hard abs clenching as he heaved yet another lift with his hammer.

Although, this does bring some unwanted attention from the others, the town folks walking by our store repeatedly, sometimes even pretending to forget something, their actions deliberate and yet he seem to take no notice. Hell, even Captain Kaeya made a move on my master, leaning in too close for comfort, his only eye lidded with obvious lust.

Okay, maybe I am being a bit overprotective. Not my fault he's so hot.

I never knew when the seed of this —whatever it is— had been planted deep in my heart. But the one thing that I do know of is that, he'd probably never reciprocate this feeling that I have for him, the thought of it making my heart aches. Does he even, feel anything for me, I catch myself wondering at times.

Even when I had begged to him, face facing down into the dirt below, to accept me as his apprentice, he had begrudgingly took me under his wings. Every time I had presented to him a new craft of mine, a simple huff would be his answer before he melts it back down. But, its fine. As long as I get to be by his side, I would be fine admiring from the side.

"Oi!"

A hand; calloused and bigger than mine, circled my wrist, pulling it away roughly. I winced, the hold tight, almost bruising. "Watch what you're doing," he scolded, brows furrowed deeply. The slight panic in his voice alarming me back to reality. I raised my eyes to look at his bearded face, confused as to what happened that elicited such a reaction. That's when I noticed, the melted ore dripping down, my hand mere inches from it and nearly disintegrating my hand had it not been for him.

Silence fell, the topic dropped, faster than I could craft a dagger. The air around us tense as we continue to work and if there was a distance between us whenever we passed each other, neither of us did acknowledge it.

"Wanna go out for a drink?" I had blurted out, a silent hitch of breath escaping my mouth, scolding myself internally. He looked up, his dark eyes gazing into my own, his workspace now tidied and put away. "Sure," I almost missed it with how quiet he had whispered it out. My face lit up but I scrambled for words, explaining to him that he isn't obligated too but the tangent was cut short, "It's okay, Schulz. Let's just go already."

Knowing that I'd never get any other chance like this, I gathered myself, quickly catching up to his retreating figure, already heading towards Angel's Share. "Wait up, master!" I shouted, as I near him, walking briskly, following his pace. The night was silent, cicadas chirps filling it, when he said, "Just Wagner is fine, we're off work." It was my turn to stare at him, wondering since when he's become so, talkative. I hesitated.

"Okay, Wagner."

By the time we had reached the tavern, drinks were passed around, men and women stuffing their bellies with wine and countless pints of beers. The young lad, Venti was there too, drunk as it seems by how flushed his face had became. We sat on opposite ends, facing each other, between us a single pint of beer each.

Few minutes passed, the drink in my mug almost finished and yet not a single word was exchanged, leaving us-maybe just me-in an uncomfortable silence. The bearer stopped by our table many times, each time leaving a mountain of alcohol. And each time I drank and drank until I could no longer see the man in front of me clearly.

"I like you, Wagner."

I had messed up, I knew that and yet, I couldn't help but to gush out all of my feelings; bottled and finally being let out. Wagner sat there, his drink untouched. Empty beer mugs filled the space between us, the sight of the wooden table underneath vanished. By the time I had finished venting, an awkward silence hung amid us.

Wagner stood up, silently heading towards the bar, his pouch in hand. That's it, I was rejected, point blank. He must have left by now, the seat in front of me now vacant, my head hung low, tears brimming. A hand awkwardly clamped down on my drooping shoulder, sweat warming the spot. I glanced up, slowly meeting black eyes, red hue staining his cheeks.

He came back.

"Do you want to, um, come back to my place?" he sheepishly said, his other hand massaging his nape. I looked at him, surprised at what he had just said. With each seconds passing by, the red shade on his face grew brighter. "So, you're going to come or-"

"Yes!"

Or so I said, brimming with confidence too. But now as I sat on top of his bed, palms gripping onto my knees tightly, my thoughts wandered wildly to where this would lead us. Wagner waltz into the room, face still flushed from the amount of beers and ciders he had swallowed.

Rustling caught my attention; the man trying to —clumsily— untie the laces of his corset. The saliva welling in my throat felt heavy, I swallowed it before nearing his stumbling figure. "Would you like a hand, with that?" Wagner looked down at it for a second, accusing almost before relenting; his arms hanging limply by his sides.

Shakily, I held the ribbons, sweaty palms making me lose my grip on it. I let out a nervous laughter to which Wagner replied with a warm smile, my giggles fading, bright red blushing my cheeks.

We stood in silence, my fingers deftly working on the ties of the corset, metal clasps making a loud 'snap' sound that echoed in the room. I became aware that, the both of us are alone, in his room, whilst I was untying his corset and we're alone and I could see the chest hair peeking through from the laces of his shirt and

I have an erection.

'Fuck, why now,' I lamented, tilting my head back in frustration.

"Is everything alright, Schulz?"

And my erection grew harder, the way my name rolled off his tongue, albeit it came out slurred, was just incredibly sexy. My thighs shifting, trying my best to cover up said growing problem. Wagner however, was sober enough that he noticed the tent, proceeded to grope it, a drunken crooked smile creasing the corner of his lips.

"Wagner, wait!" At this, his hand stopped, the air becoming tense by the seconds. "You're not thinking right, let's send you to be-" my words were cut off with a simple punch to my shoulder, eyes wide as I looked at the taller man. "Schulz, you idiot. Why else do you think I invited you here?"

Oh.

I stared off to the side, feeling the embarassment creeping up my neck, unwilling to make any sort of eye contact with him. Calloused hand cradled my face, bringing me forward to look at him, warmth in his gaze as he lowered his head down, meeting my lips halfway.

The room, only lit by a candle, left us in darkness. Harsh breaths echoed in my ears as we deepened the kiss, my mouth clumsy against his own, experienced one. I let out a yelp when his hand brushed against my groin, making a shiver run down my spine.

Wagner's lips slowly moved away, leaving a trail of saliva and started to mouth at my neck, "You seem to enjoy this," he whispered with a tint of humour in his tone. "You don't even know the extent of it," I sighed out as his hand continues to rub against my cock.

A clank of metal and my cock was out, twitching upon hitting the cold air. The first stroke made me lean against the wooden wall, lips still attached on my neck, as Wagner leisurely jerk me off.

Hitched whines and gasp was the only sound that came out of me, his fingers lightly scratching the sensitive head before he flatted his palm against it, rubbing and rubbing until drool dribbled down my chin. "Fuck Wagner," I breathed out, eyes rolled back when he cupped my balls, rolling it in between his palm.

Suddenly, he ceased all of his doings, making me groan in frustration. "Can't have all the fun," untying the laces of his pants, Wagner sat on the bed; creaking under his weight, expectant as he looked at me. I gulped.

This was my first time doing anything remotely sexual afterall.

Kneeling in front of him hesitantly, I looked meeting the lust filled stare of his before opening my mouth and taking him whole. Which proved to be a mistake since moments later, I spluttered, choking on his length. Wagner's finger trailed over my throat, comforting, as his other hand slowly direct my head into motion.

Taking in his cock, inch by inch and with the help of Wagner, I was able to reach the base, breathing loudly at the effort taken. Wagner growled out a moan, the sound so feral making my own cock spasm. Mouth stretched open, painful yet pleasurable, I bobbed my head up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

"Is this okay?" I asked, the words muffled and the only indication that Wagner was feeling anything, was the grip in my hair tightening. A popping sound echoed as I stopped to take a breather, momentary it seems when Wagner grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, leaving me gasping and holding onto his knees.

Just as sudden it happened, he halted, although his hips are still trying to buck into my throat. "Come on," was all the warning that he gave, dragging me up the bed effortlessly.

Wagner, now stripped fully, crawled over me, his whole figure encaging mine. A dip and a kiss and I was writhing under him, clawing at any muscled surface I could reach. Tongue licking stripes over my neck, chest, stomach, and finally settling against my taint, leaving me a shuddering mess. Lapping at my puckered hole, he inserted a finger making my whole body tense.

He studied my face for a while, inserting another finger in, rubbing and searching for something. "Ah!" Wagner smiled, knowing. He pressed down, stroking it over and over, pre-cum pooling at the tip of my cock, face now scarlet all over. Mouth wide open as I tried to suck in air, desperate before Wagner took his fingers out, leaving me craving and hole throbbing in need.

Arms laid limp by my side, reaching out to spread my cheeks revealing my hole to Wagner, “Please,” a sharp intake of breath and he was on top of me once again, stealing all my air with a kiss, hands clumsy on my waist. I moaned into the kiss when I felt the nudging of the tip of his cock against my hole.

Carefully, he pushed in, a gasp of pain released from my lips; breaking the kiss. Wagner braced an arm before leaning down, nipping and kissing my collarbones in an attempt to soothe my nerves down. It took minutes but finally, he was fully sheathed in. "Can I move?" Wagner breathed out, face scarlet and brows furrowed.

And with a nod, he moved. First, out all the way before going back in, making sure that I was opening up to his length. Tongue finds it to way my nipples, sucking in and sending jolts of pleasure, taking me away from the numbing pain.

He soon picked up his speed, brushing against that one spot, flashes behind my eyes. Muscled arms came to cradle my figure, bringing me closer to his chest as he slammed into me. Mouth wide open, a silent scream hitched, and with each thrusts I couldn't help but to just hang onto him.

Heat coiled in my gut and sweats trickled down my back; I am close, that I was certain of. Wagner seems to know that too, a warm palm circling my cock, jerking me in time with the thrust.

"Wagner, I, ah! I'm going to-" a kiss cut me off, moustache tickling against my chin. And with just a few more thrust of hips, I was cumming in his hand, stomachs splattered white and my insides filled.

We fell back into the bed, Wagner shifting his weight off of me, his cock slowly going soft in me. "Well, how's that for a first date," I laughed at that, Wagner letting out a huff. I let out a small whine when he pulled out of me. "Don't cry, there'll be a next time."

And to that, I looked at him, shocked.

"There's a next time?" My face was dusted red when Wagner gave me a look. "Of course there'll be a next time," hand ruffled my hair, making it unkempt even more. Smiling at him, I leaned forward to give him a kiss, Wagner grinning back into it.

"I like you too, Schulz."

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