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devil-changmin · 1 year
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Eating disorder warning / emetophobia warning in tags
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asininepigeon · 2 years
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You know, after watching the legend of vox machina, and becoming absolutely feral whenever percy was overtaken by vengeance and orthax came out, I've realized that I have a fucking type.
Because I automatically start thinking about how his thirst for the blood of his enemies, to hurt those who hurt him, who took everything from him, reminded me so much of Jason Todd.
Obviously they have very clear differences, but that anger, that pain, that hurt, was so recognizable in both of them. And as I realized that, I had to take a step back and be like, oh...OHH, I like them cute but a little fucked up huh.
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me-her-and-la-lune · 2 years
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going to re-read maximum ride (cry for help)
#ive already re-read the twilight books. i just finished the hush hush series. the only book series left in my adolescence hyperfixation#stage is maximum ride. there is something deeply wrong with me where i cant focus on other things except these books#i blame my career situation rn. everything is changing again and im overwhelmed and emotional and its time to cling onto the books that#would help me when i was younger.#also. btw. i know no one cares but i havent read the full hush hush series probably since finale came out#and like. the second book fucking makes me miserable LOL#i used to just skip to the parts that i enjoyed but i wanted to read it all the way through and i hated it so much. it was good but it#sucks** **its good in the way that i cherish it from middle school. its YA fiction. i love them but thats about it#anyway. lots of stuff going on. ill be fine but like. if no one got me i know nora and patch got me u kno#ALSO i used to be able to read books SO MUCH FASTER it took me like seven hours to get through finale. i used to be able to read that book#like. within four and a half/five hours#anyway. i stayed up until like four am last night reading silence and woke up at nine this morning and my brain wouldnt let me sleep#like it demanded i read finale. like ok brain were almost 26 we really dont have to be doing this#anyway! may or may not start reading maximum ride tomorrow. at least that series goes on for like eight or nine books or something#i have not read this series since the final book came out. lets see what it does to my mental state LOL!#okay anyway. sry. im just going through it and i dont wanna bother my friends with it bc like. theyre going through worse things than i am#oh tags we're really in it now#i just have felt weird for months and its coming to a head now and manifesting itself in me reading my middle school books. its weird#like. can i finish killing eve pls? can i finish the multiple shows and games i have on my plate? can i read NEW BOOKS?#the answer??? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! im stuck to re-read YA bc its familar and comforting and somehow the stories still make my heart squeeze#I'M CRING oh sorry for yelling im cringeposting sry
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l13 · 9 months
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spiderverse twt links<33
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WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk, there's also peter x miguel soo yknow
CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, spider noir
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miguel o'hara
♡ miguel fucking your pretty throat and holding your head till you're almost choking on his cock, his thighs shaking as he shoots his cum down your throat- knowing damn well you're gonna be a good girl and swallow for him, "Fucking choke on it, baby.." "S fucking good for me.. taught my pretty girl so well.."
♡ brain empty only miguel rubbing your pussy while he's snapping his hips up at you, snarling when he feels you clamping down on his cock, as you squirt messily, but oh he's not stopping yet "Thaaat's right.. That's. fucking. right," "Fucking cum for me now, baby"
♡ miguel playing with your pussy till you're clamping down on his fingers, gushing prettily as you cum, and he's barely holding himself from bending down and tasting your sweet cunt, his hard cock pulsing each time you tighten around his fingers, and he so badly wants to replace them with his cock, but he reminds himself to be patient 'cause he also just loves to see you fall apart like this:(
bonus miguel fingering you again (he's obsessed)
peter b parker
♡ peter + side fucking while you're facing himmm. he gets to have you pressed up against him, fucking into your pussy, and he gets to see your face? oh, yeah he's sold. gets SO fucking pussy drunk it's insane, "'h my God, baby- you're so fucking pretty- pussy's so pretty too. Doing so good for me, ah-" just can't seem to stop thrusting into you, coming in you over and over again
♡ peter thrusting his hips up to no use- literally humping the air as you kiss him, your hands running up and down his body, and he's whimpering, so so happy that you're even letting him cum that he doesn't even care that you're not touching his cock<33 "You're gonna make me come, baby... mmffuck yes, please-"
♡ peter humping the bed cause he misses you sooo much:( that's it that's the post
hobie brown
♡ hobie loves when you're on top of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he lets you control the pace. he just loves pushing you down on his cock as he bucks his hips up, chasing your tight little pussy, as you mewl above him sweetly, "Cunt's suckin' me in, love, Christ-" "Greedy lil' thing, ain't ya?"
♡ gjdfkgjdkgj yeah yeah yup yeah. no yeah. YEAH. HOBIE jerking his cock while you're riding his face??? "Like that, lovie, mmf ride m'face harder-" his words are muffled against your drenched cunt, and he's slurping it all up greedily. 'nd then almost coming when you're riding him, thinking it's so unfair that you stopped- and he chooses to chase after you, start fucking you from behind, head tilted as he stares at where you're joined, slack jawed, squeezing and slapping your ass for good measure. "S rude, love, leavin' me like tha'. Not that rude now, are you, pretty?"
♡ very very very rare BUT when it happens it's absolute *chef's kiss*, pretty boy hobie thrusting his hips up to meet the pace of your hand, his pants and moans are so pathetic and it's so cute, and he's being so obedient for once:(( just sitting there taking what you give him- "FFuck yeah, love," "Ah just like that, you're s'good oh-"
spider noir
♡ shower sex with noir:(( where you're both just so infatuated with each other, stopping your kissing just for him to rub at your pussy before sliding his cock in, both of you letting out moans at the pleasure you're getting. he literally can't keep his hands off of you<33 "So God damn beautiful.. you're perfect, honey.." "I can't stop- Christ, you're tight,"
bonus :')
♡ mm he loves letting you take control once in a while, just absolutely losing himself when you tease him, showing him just what modern vibrators can do(LMFAO), he's moaning so sweetly for you as well, pretty boy just wanted a break:( "S-slow down a bit, Jesus christ- y're gonna kill me,"
♡ he loves to rub your pussy over your underwear so much, he's drooling at the sight, making sure to circle your clit as well, "Oh, honey... 's there something you want, hm?" "Look. at. that."
miguel x reader x peter
♡ um yeah.
miguel x peter
♡ ♡ ♡ i had to 🤭
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here's the loml since i couldn't fit 4 pics together:c
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I absolutely love your writing! <3 I wish I was that talented with words. But girl, I had a thought, and it's taken over my mind rn lol
It's a one-shot of fem!reader and Daryl while reader is pregnant.
Daryl has been in heaven thinking about their family growing. (Definitely not a little breeding kink ;)
Reader uses his praise kink against him, because he absolutely has one. She just praises the shit out of him for them having a baby and he's fucking weak for reader, just a submissive mess.
UR SO SWEET YET SO SPICY ANON 😻 I WANNA CHEW ON YOUR FUCKING BRAIN THIS LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING AND SLOBBERING FROM BOTH PLACES IM SO EXTREMELY FERAL RN
Daryl Dixon 1000% has a praise kink and I have no clue how I’ve been living my life with this VITAL piece of information. Mommy issues PLUS A PRAISE KINK?? IM ABOUT TO SCREAM IM FONNA SCREAM I NEED TO SCREAM
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
Not a day passes where Daryl doesn’t think about the bundle of life growing inside you.
Actually, it’s all he ever thinks about. He practically spends all day spaced out and daydreaming about how he’s gonna love the literal shit out his kid. His kid. He’s gonna have a kid, him, Daryl, is gonna have a kid, with you, Y/n, and the two of you are gonna have a family.
He’s gonna have a family.
It makes Daryl’s entire body buzz with excitement, even more when he thinks about how you’re about five months along with an obvious bump. The whole world becomes ten times brighter when Daryl sees that bump, and everything goes quiet when he puts his hands on it.
There was almost no room for discussion when the small lump had formed, Daryl wanted to be by your side the entire pregnancy no matter who or what said otherwise.
He was there when you had morning sickness, holding your hair and keeping himself reassuring pressed against your back since he wasn’t exactly the best with words. Daryl knew you just needed him close.
He would go out his way to get your strange pregnancy cravings, even if he had to go outside the walls and risk his life for it. If you and his baby want something, he’d be damned if you didn’t get it.
During some of your mood swings, Daryl tries to give you your space, although he can’t stop himself from trying to help a little. He knows not to take your snappy and crude words personally, even though there’s a few times where you’ll hit a nerve.
Daryl simply had to remind himself that these were the things that came along with having kids, and that it would only get tougher. Sometimes when he found himself becoming overwhelmed by the thought, he’d go outside and look for baby things, imagining your little one in it. Part of him does it to calm down, but another part does it as to keep himself grounded, that yes, he really wants this.
The house slowly starts to turn into a nursery, even more when out on a schedule group run, Daryl brings you back a few surprises.
“What’s that noise?” You grumbled as you padded slowly down the stairs, rubbing sleep out your eye with one hand as you kept yourself steady on the railing with the other.
The sound in question, was a drill. Daryl was very loudly drilling on the living room floor, back facing you as he put something together. “Daryl!” You shouted over the noise when you reached the bottom of the stairs, seeing your husband turn to you. “Oh shit- Hey” He stumbled to shut the drill off, and jumped to his feet over to you, capturing your grumpy lips in a kiss.
“The hell ya’ doin?” It was evident that you had been awoke from your slumber, voice still heavy and eyes almost closed. “I didn’t know ya’were sleepin’ doll, go back ta bed” Daryl whispered, hands on your waist as he stared longingly at you. “That didn’t answer my question, Dixon” You wanted to roll your eyes at him. You loved him but fuck, you were too pregnant for this.
“I got somethin’ fer the baby” He murmured, dipping his gaze down as if he were embarrassed.
You raised a brow at that. “What is it?”
“Rick said it’s called a play pen”
You now widened your eyes. “A play pen? Daryl-“ You stepped to the side, and surely enough, the large parts to a white fenced pen laided unassembled in one pile, while some was partially built. “This one is huge! Is that a crib?” Another box in the corner caught your eye and you turned to find Daryl behind you, a nervous look on his face.
You gripped his face and kissed him deeply, pulling away with teary smile. “You didn’t have-“
“Fuck yeah I did. I wanna give this baby everythin’ I possibly can.” Daryl pressed his forehead against yours, one hand on your hip and the other over your belly. “I jus’ wanna be a good dad”
Your heart clenched a little, and you stroked his cheeks softly. “You’re gonna be the best goddamn dad ever. You know how I know? Cause I wouldn’t have let you knock me up if I didn’t think so”
Daryl smiled softly, yet avoided your eyes. You pursed your lips before placing a kiss to the mans lips, followed by another. “Hey, look at me” You teasingly shook his head with your hands. “I love you, okay? And you, Daryl Dixon, have done more than enough for me and our baby and I know when she’s really here you’ll only do more, my big strong hunterman.” As you softly spoke, you combed Daryl’s hair out his eyes with one hand, staring into his bright blue eyes. “Our kid is gonna be the luckiest kid in all of Alexandria, and everyone is gonna fucking know that”
His heart hammered in his chest, and his cock ached. You looked at him as if he were a God, and held him as if he were made of pure ceramic. In this moment Daryl knew, he knew you were the woman he wanted to spend his very last heartbeat with.
“I need you” Daryl blurted, arousal now coursing through his entire body. Something about the certainty in your words, the way you left no room for him to argue had him leaking, almost through his pants.
You groaned when he moved to attack your neck, sucking and kissing as his hands fondled your waist, thumbs stroking the side of your stomach. Part of you wasn’t really in a ‘fuck me’ mood, but you found your hand sliding down his chest and down to unbutton his jeans, taking his weeping cock in your hand. “My strong needy man”
Daryl shuddered against you, hips jerking forward as your hand felt so different and so much better than his own. You tightened your grip around the glistening tip, listening to his sweet gasp in your ear. His hands moved up to your milk-swollen tits, slipping under your shirt to gently grope them. You bit your lip around a whine, stroking him quickly. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, grunting and groaning into your neck.
“Look at you, always desperate for me” You ran your thumb over his tip, pressing on it and teasing the small nerve underneath. A loud cry broke from Daryl’s lips as electricity shot through him. “Always fer you, only fer you” He babbled against your skin, squeezing and rolling your tits. He was almost fucking his cock into your hand, deep moans coming from him with every stroke and thrust. “Fuck- m’gonna cum…”
You yanked Daryl’s head back by a fistful of hair, staring at his blushy face with a killer smirk. It made him uncomfortable in the best way possible, sending chills up his spine alongside the arousal. “Are you my good boy?” You leaned in close as if to kiss him, only stopping mere inches from his face. Daryl weakly nodded his head and you began to slow down your hand. “Yes! ‘mommys good boy- please don’ stop”
“Then cum for me, sweetheart” You gave his cock a few good strokes, and his vision temporarily went dark for a split second, trying to muffle his sounds in a rough kiss. His hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into your hand, whimpering when you started to milk his orgasm out his tip. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his as you brought him closer, and closer, fuck he was so sensitive.
Your hand suddenly stopped, and you pulled away from him completely. “Wha?-“ He watched as you brought your dripping fingers to your lips, sucking him off them as you started back towards the stairs, a smile playing on your face. “Finish my play pen, Dixon. Then maybe you can” You descended the steps with on hand keeping you steady again. “Yes ma’am” He whispered breathlessly, excitement once again raging his body.
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
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YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY MY BABIES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YALL MAKE ME WHO I AM 😞🎀
yes i did crop out my drafts and inbox that are in the double digits guys i swear im trying 😕
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hinaaspanda · 2 years
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off limits! | j.ww
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pairing: brother's best friend! Jeon Wonwoo x fem! reader
warnings: 18+ content, swearing
genre: fluff, some angst, crack, smut; fingering, protected sex, dirty talk + praising
wc: 9,907
For years, you've had a crush on your brother's best friend; Jeon Wonwoo. Though, with him being so close to your brother, you couldn't do anything about those feelings, so you tuck them away and get over him. After not seeing him for years, you thought you were safe, free from a world of loving him. But, all of that changes when you meet him again... as your roommate!
a/n: hi! I'm back with my first fic for seventeen! I'm going through major wonwoo brainrot rn. this is also my first time writing for the smut genre so I hope you enjoy!
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Currently, you stood before the one man you wanted nothing more than to avoid.
The best friend of your obnoxious brother, Jeon Wonwoo.
You felt Mingyu’s shoulder roughly brush past yours, dropping off the last of the boxes. You, however, couldn’t find yourself to put down the box nesting in your arms. You were too trapped in a world of shock to do so. Wonwoo pushed a few of his boxes off to the side as you watched Mingyu shuffle closer to his best friend—his best friend who had just moved away to an entirely new city for university, and who just so happened to be your new roommate.
6 feet under the ground has never looked more comfortable.
It wasn’t that you hated him or anything. As of right now, the two of you were—in a formal sense—acquaintances. However, a few years ago that would have been a different story. Sure, you may have never uttered more than a sentence to the quiet best friend of Kim Mingyu, but that didn’t stop you from growing absolutely infatuated with him. Thinking about him at every chance you got, daydreaming about him amidst the boring lectures of your high school social class.
His distance didn’t stop your heart from its emotional chase, but his proximity to your brother did. Every weekend Wonwoo would visit, every night he would stay late for dinner—it all reminded you of the roadblock that was your brother. So, after months of pining, with all the effort in your being, you finally decided to drop Jeon Wonwoo from your heart. What remained was the mundane label of acquaintances.
And now, roommates, apparently.
“I think that’s the last of it,” Mingyu said with a proud huff. Gathering his belongings, Mingyu strutted his way to the front door of your new home. The new home that, for some reason, you couldn’t forget was Wonwoo’s, too. Mingyu shot a pointer finger at your chest. “Call mom and dad when you get settled, okay? I gotta go. See ya y/n, you too Wonwoo!”
After bumping fists with Wonwoo for one last time, Mingyu headed out the door. The door slammed shut, and the two of you stood in silence, both of your eyes glued to the tops of your shoes. Not once in your life did you think you would ever say this, but maybe you missed your boisterous brother. Without his overbearing, annoying presence, the air between Wonwoo and you wouldn’t have been so thick, so tense.
To say this was a new situation to be in would be a deep understatement. Despite knowing him for years, you could never remember a time where you were alone with Wonwoo. Without distractions, or the overbearing presence of your brother. Just the two of you. Alone.
And now, you would spend the next few months just like that. Alone.
Without thinking, you break off the silence. Cringey– smack your head against the wall and curl up into a ball– kind of cringey small talk spills from your mouth. All the while your brain screams at you to shut up. Luckily, Wonwoo was kind enough to answer your embarrassingly useless questions about his life.
“You know, I’m surprised you even remember me” You suddenly spill out. Your eyes widen. What was wrong with you?
Wonwoo's head dipped down, his eyes catching a glimpse of you before falling back down to his slippers.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think I could ever forget about you.”
Woah. Okay. That was weird. You could feel your cheeks flare up.
Wonwoo and you each steal a glance from each other's eyes, like nervous middle schoolers at a school dance. You wanted to rip your eyes away from him and his… changed physique, but you once again caught yourself staring the moment he shined an innocent smile.
God, okay.
"Er, why don't we start unpacking?" you chirped hastily, wanting nothing more than to escape the suffocating air of awkwardness.
With a ceramic bowl in your hands, you stood still. Gawking at the towering shelf before you. It couldn't be helped, you didn't know what to do when the only vacant space for said bowl was at the very top of said shelf. You try a variety of preliminary solutions first; reaching with all your might, balancing on your tippy toes to close the gap. It didn’t work. An exhausted sigh pushed through your lips, that same sigh switching to a low toned groan by the end of it. The way you were going to reach it? Only God knew.
Safe to say, you were not expecting this specific solution.
You felt a sudden warmth ghosting behind you. Closely behind. Maybe a few centimeters. You inhale sharply, the shock stunning you. Your eyes graze over a particularly toned arm reaching beside, then past yours. It’s fingers snatching the bowl away from your pitiful ones. Your ears perk up to the sound of shifting, and another hand snakes around your side, fully entraping your figure against the counter. You prayed the heat of your skin came from the poorly conditioned apartment.
“Here, let me help you,” Wonwoo said nonchalantly, through a grin. So aloof, so opposite to how flustered you felt. His towering arm placed the bowl on the shelf. He stood in that position—trapping you against the counter—for a few more seconds (but what felt like an eternity) before returning to his own things to unpack. You barely stuttered a response, wanting nothing more than to suffocate in the bubble wrap from the boxes.
There was a specific horror when it came to sharing everything with Boo Seungkwan. You see, he had a slight tendency to make sure you never forget.
That man in question, along with you and your other best friend, Vernon, sat on Vernon’s couch. The original plan was to enjoy the weekend in each other’s company while watching a movie everyone could enjoy. Instead, you sat silently in the middle, munching your way through the chip as your two friends argued over the remote.
“No, I’m choosing. We are not gonna sit through another one of your stupid artsy films!”
“They’re not stupid, you’re just too stupid to understand whats going on!”
“Last time we watched a movie you chose, I had to sit through 10 minutes of two people having sex with a crowd of people moaning along. Never. Again.”
You wince at the memory of the movie that made a new definition of horror in your books. Vernon snatched the remote again. “My house, my movie.”
Seungkwan scowled. “Then we’re never watching a movie under your roof again. Next time we’re at my place.”
Vernon barked back. “With a couch we can barely fit on? Nice try!”
“At least we’ll be cozy and not traumatized!”
Vernon sighed, suddenly handing the remote to you. “Okay fine, why don’t we go to Y/n’s house next time, and she can pick the movie.”
You jolt at the sudden mention of your name.
Your eyes scan Seungkwan’s expression, an expression which switches immediately into one of mischief. An evil grin shines on his face as he sends a nudging elbow to your side. His eyebrows wiggle, and you roll your eyes, knowing exactly what was bound to come next. “Yeah! And we can finally meet Mr. Roomie/Mingyu’s best friend that Y/n’s got the hots for!!”
Heat running to your cheeks, you shove Seungkwan’s shoulder. Hard. “I don’t have the ‘hots’ for him, dumbass. I just had a… small crush on him when we were kids, that’s all.”
“Uh huh, okay.” His tone bled unimpressed. “That’s not what it sounded like when you called me last week.” Now Vernon was interested, cocking an eyebrow at your direction.
You nipped at your lips. Shit. He was right. When you called him—on the day you moved in—you sounded a little too freaked out to be completely indifferent about your new roommate.
It was unclear how you truly felt about Jeon Wonwoo. But one thing's for sure, it wasn’t normal.
“Oh, Y/n” Seungkwan sighed dramatically, throwing an arm around your shoulders for an embrace. “I dunno about you, but I wouldn’t ignore someone like him! I think there's definitely something there, girl.”
You never thought you’d say this, but you missed 5 minutes ago, when the topic of conversation was the unique movie tastes of your friends, and the chosen mode of communication was yelling, despite them literally being one person— you— apart. At least then, you weren’t stuck thinking about your berserk living situation.
There’s definitely something there.
Seungkwan’s words played over and over again in your head. On the bus ride home, as you got ready for bed, and as you tucked yourself in your cozy covers, those 4 words replayed.
As smart as Boo Seungkwan claimed to be, he was wrong on this one. You didn’t have feelings for your roommate. The night you moved in— the ceramic bowl incident, as Vernon liked to call it— was just a slip up. One mistake in a sea of second chances. You were fine. After all, a week has passed since you moved in, and to your surprise, the two of you were actually settling in quite nicely. Quick exchanges of small talk filled the shared air, replacing the tense silence your week began with. Slowly the two of you began to open up, chatting about your day during your shared meals. Wonwoo even proposed the brilliant idea of having a dishwashing schedule. You could still remember how proud he was when he thought of the idea.
It was almost… cute.
You caught yourself, fingers pulling down your cheeks as you try to hide the smile that came so automatically at the thought of that damn dishwashing schedule. The heat that rose to your cheeks when you think of how easy it was to talk to him nowadays. No. You were not going to fold now.
With a final huff jumping from your chest, you hop out of your bed, ready to start your day. Your day, that, with enough determination, would be free of weird thoughts regarding your roommate. You hovel to the apartment living room, your tired eyes immediately making contact with a certain bowl shaped head. Complete in his loose fitted white t-shirt, black joggers, and thin rimmed glasses. His fingers clutched onto a gaming controller, his fingers moving the controls that gave life to his first person shooter. As if your gaze summoned him, Wonwoo turned around, a smile beaming from his lips.
“Good morning!”
You watched him grin at you with his lightly tousled bed hair. You instinctively wrap an arm around your stomach, to hide the somersaults it was currently performing under your shirt. Convincing yourself that it was the morning hunger, you shine a bogus smile. “Morning!”
To say that he’s changed within the years you methodically avoided him would be a deep understatement. Though he was presently sitting down, past encounters with him proved that he towered over you. He’d always been taller than you, but now the difference was much more dramatic. And while he stood massively before you, at least back then he was lanky, built with little to no muscle. Now? God generously replaced that lanky frame with a physique gifted from, well, the gods. Sure, his shirt was loose, but his arm and chest muscles still managed to peek through the fabric. You catch your stubborn eyes staring at his broad shoulders a little longer than you expected.
His face managed to change, too. It grew more sculpted, his cheeks chiseled and jawline so sharp it could cut you. Though the idea of touching his jaw didn’t scare you off, only intriguing you. You shook your head aggressively, shaking away those horrid thoughts.
You pivot on your heel, beginning to make your way to the kitchen. You weren’t strong enough to handle whatever your heart was going through, so you opted for a light breakfast instead.
However, you can never have it your way, now can you?
The clicks of the controller stopped for a second, and Wonwoo’s voice peaks in your ears.
“Wanna play with me?”
“Uh, Wonwoo” You slowly inched away from the screen. After dropping into the game’s world, it had finally hit you that you had no idea how to even play. His gaze which burned your back, however. It distracted you from the game entirely. You clear your throat.
“How do you play?”
“Bruh” Wonwoo muttered, and you gave an apologetic laugh. Maybe you did deserve the lecture about not skipping the very simple tutorial that only played once so you wouldn’t die within two minutes of the game. You moved the controls randomly, dropping items and taking damage like it was no tomorrow, all against Wonwoo’s best interest. You almost wanted to do it out of spite, just to mess with him a little.
Guess Wonwoo had a little trick up his sleeve as well.
“Oh my god, okay, here.”
Without warning, you felt two muscular arms slither around your waist, connecting at the controller you also held snug against your chest. Sparks pop against your skin, and you shiver in surprise. You honestly couldn’t tell if your jaw was touching the carpet floor or not, or if you had the chance to blink. You couldn't make sense of anything. Nothing made any goddamn sense. The pads of his thumbs trace your fingers, your peripheral vision showing truly how small your hands were compared to his.
“This button is used to shoot, okay?” his voice rumbled deep—was his voice always this deep?— as he practically whispered flush against your ear. You couldn’t help but shiver at the contact. You inhale deeply, compensating from your current lack of air. The way each syllable tingled against your skin. You were never going to survive real life, never mind this stupid video game. “Here, you can check your inventory, and here, you can change your weapon.”
It was as if time had stopped. Your mind was going crazy. The delicate touch of his fingers, the tingles of his voice on your skin, his frame encasing yours in his arms—all of it. You couldn’t handle one single bit of it. You couldn’t give two flying fucks about the game at this point. A part of you wanted to stay, just like this.
Abruptly, however, the ding of the doorbell sounds throughout the apartment. The two of you jolt awake, and you jump away from each other. Wonwoo glances away immediately. Almost as if he was flustered. After composing yourself, you trot to the door, and peek through the apartment camera.
It was your brother. Kim fucking Mingyu.
“Basketball game?” You and Wonwoo chirped in unison.
“Yeah!” Mingyu grinned from across the kitchen table. He cradled the glass containers full of homemade food, a gift to you— courtesy of your thoughtful mother. He tilted his head to you. “I thought I texted you about it?”
You froze. “Oh.” Okay, it wasn’t your fault your brain had been quite preoccupied as of recently. “I didn’t see it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Mingyu swayed his hand. “I want you guys to come watch!”
Wonwoo and you glance at one another, your movements falling in unison as you discuss the possibility of attending. A discussion that needed minimal words, as if you could already read each other’s mind. It piqued your brother’s interest, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Since when did you two get so close?”
You froze, fingers nervously dancing on your tabletop. A wave of fear shot down your spine as your eyes refused to look at Wonwoo; your brother’s best friend. You would very much rather die a slow, painful death, than to have your brother realize his best friend and his little sister were getting too close for comfort.
Of course, your cheeks heat up at the thought of getting closer with Wonwoo. You shake your head, squinting. Stop it. Now’s definitely not the time.
The low ahem grumbled from your side, and Wonwoo shifted forward. His tone sounded swift, almost panicked. Like he was trying to hide something. “We’re roommates, of course we’re close.”
Wonwoo looked at you once more, shining a smile. You turn to your brother, your smile being fully false. “Uh, yeah!”
You watched as Mingyu’s eyes darted between your figures, narrowing in suspicion before widening back up. You heave a sigh of relief. For once, you were grateful for your brother’s slowness. “Oh right, why didn’t I realize?” His laugh filled the kitchen air, and the two of you laughed along.
Right. You huffed. You and Wonwoo were nothing but roommates to each other. Anything more could lead to a confusing, and unfavorable event.
You watched as Wonwoo locked your apartment door, the evening lights peeking through the window serving as your first indication that it was time for dinner together. Dinner together. You couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit fuzzy as you placed down two of each utensil on your shared table.
You slap yourself. Snap out of it!
“Mingyu’s kinda slow, isn’t he?” Wonwoo’s voice perked through your ears. “He really forgot that we were roommates.”
Your chest releases a half-hearted chuckle. “Yeah”
Roommates. That's what you two were. Though, you weren’t quite sure who that reminder was really for. You wanted it to be for him, but the sinking feeling in your chest could suggest who it was really meant for.
There were two sounds that took over the apartment air that Saturday evening. The faint audio of a romantic comedy, and the much more prominent sounds of you and Wonwoo, arguing about said romantic comedy.
“This is ridiculous,” Wonwoo gestured a very judgmental hand towards the screen, where the male lead just so happened to bump into his female love interest in a completely different country. “There’s no way he’d meet her across the country by accident, that’s not realistic at all.”
You waved your hands, frustrated at the sheer man energy Wonwoo was exhibiting, trying to explain everything with dumb realism. “Are you dumb? This is a drama, it’s not supposed to be realistic!”
Wonwoo only grimaced before quieting down, sinking into the couch before continuing the film. You knew he always had a bone to pick with anything that didn’t fit nicely into the realms of realism,—rich coming from a literal gamer, but okay— so it was a surprise when your brother’s best friend asked to join you during your weekly rom-com binge. Though now you were close to taking back your words, seeing as his only motivation was to give you a goddamn headache.
As the two of you grow immersed in the screen, with sprinkles of bickering here and there, an hour and a half passes on the clock, and the two of you finally reach the finale. The two main leads find each other at opposite ends at a crosswalk. The music queues and sudden rain pours in. As the walking lights turn green, the two characters meet at the center of the road, a passionate kiss locking between their lips. And with that, the credits roll. It was as unrealistic as you can get. A pure product of fiction. You were expecting Wonwoo to explode with confusion. This ending infuriating his realism fueled brain. However, he seemed to be focused on something else entirely.
“That was a bad kiss scene.” Your brother’s best friend blurted out. It took you aback, your eyes bouncing between him and the screen. “Huh?”
“There was no build up, the guy sorta just rushed in. If the audience didn’t know anymore, they would’ve thought that he just smacked her head or something.”
You looked back at the screen, thinking back to the kiss. He did have a point, the main male lead did seem a little rushed. You wonder if the kiss scene was actually as good as you initially thought, or if its quality was just masked by the cool lighting and special effects.
Wait. Your brows furrow. What did he even know?
Was Jeon Wonwoo a good kisser?
Almost immediately, certain thoughts take over your brain. Your heart was beating faster and faster with each tick of the clock above you. You nip at your lips. No, no, no. You couldn’t have those thoughts in your head. The last thing you wanted was to develop anything for your brother’s best friend. The consequences of doing such were too much for your tiny brain to comprehend.
Yet, why couldn’t you stop thinking about it?
“What do you know about kissing, anyways?” You probe defensively, though you weren’t sure what the defense was for. “You think you could do better or something?”
“Oh, way better.” Wonwoo said with a puffed chest and a familiar heat began to creep on your cheeks. “Unlike him, I wouldn’t rush it. I’d take my time with her…”
Wonwoo’s eyes met yours. “...Savor her.”
You felt queasy to your stomach. Only now, at this very moment, did you become very aware of how intimate you two currently were. Shoulder to shoulder on your living room couch, dim lights cascading off your figures as the evening light grew dark. Wonwoo’s chest was just centimeters away from yours, which was heaving in and out at this point.
“I wouldn’t be rough with her. If I'm kissing her, I need to cherish her. I never waste my kisses.”
Were you dreaming? So far, none of this movie night seemed to be real, except for maybe the very fictional film you watched. Everything else felt just like a dream
But for some reason, you didn’t want to wake up.
With one last ghost of his fingertips, Wonwoo pinches your cheek. You wake up to an innocent seeming grin before watching him shoot up from the couch. You didn’t go after him though, you were still too stunned, too frozen to move.
Why was Jeon Wonwoo shaking you up so much?
Panic quickly overtook you.
With the amount of steps you took while pacing around the living room floor, you were convinced you had just walked a marathon. Your teeth pick at the skin of your lips, your fingers—lined with anxiety—fiddling with each other. Your eyes dart back to the clock. 7:49.
In about 5 minutes, Wonwoo would come home.
To say that lately, you’ve been on edge when it comes to your brother’s best friend, would be a grave understatement. One moment, he’s snug against your frame while playing video games, or telling you how good of a kisser he was while watching a tv drama. The next? He's busy convincing his best friend that nothing stood between you aside from the mere label of roommates. Wonwoo was making you go crazy. And so, you found yourself building a wall between the two of you, one brick at a time.
At first, you deemed the plan too harsh. But one thing was for certain.
You couldn’t let yourself fall in love with Jeon Wonwoo. Your brother’s best friend.
During the past weeks, you ate together less, hiding behind the lousy excuse of school assignments. You avoided his eyes every time you grazed his figure at the hall. You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to avoid contact with your roommate. After all, you needed to do all you could to get rid of these estranged feelings.
Your original plan today was to avoid your brother’s roommate, just as usual, but your escape route for the day had miraculously blown up in your face, with both Seungkwan and Vernon both canceling on you mere hours before you were about to head out the door. And with no back up plan at your side, you had nothing else to fall back to once Jeon Wonwoo came back home.
A click sounds from the front door, and you jolt back to reality. Shit.
The door slowly swings open, and a figure emerges. He brushes his hair—soaked from the crashing rain outside—away from his face. Your stubborn eyes couldn’t help but travel down, briefly locking with the translucency of his white shirt, which the rain water made sure not to miss. His eyes meet yours, and for some reason, you couldn’t seem to rip yours away from his grasp.
“Hey y/n!” He chirped with a smile, his deep voice rumbling in your ears. You hum a simple response, eyes mapping out your escape route to the stairs— which wasn’t at all in your favor. Your only path to freedom was the hallway before you, the hallway that Wonwoo also stood in front of. With his eyes still burning through your figure, a question jumps from his lips. “Have you eaten?”
His words led to realize that you had, in fact, not eaten dinner. You couldn’t reveal that, though.
“I’m not that hungry,” A bogus smile lifts your cheeks. You thought that that was enough, that your words were plenty for him to accept your rejection. But, of course, a loud, low grumble echos from your stomach, causing the both of you to glance down. Wonwoo glances back up at you, cocking an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Positive! Now, if you’ll excuse me- ” You chirp, two words occupying your brainspace. Run. NOW.
You dash to the end of the hallway, eyes glued to the tiled floor. Maybe, just maybe, if you looked away, Wonwoo would forget that you were there.
Clearly, though, he didn’t.
Just as your shoulder brushed past his, you felt a harsh tugging sensation at your wrist. You spring back, your gaze meeting a particularly soaked chest. After stalling your hardest for about 5 seconds, you finally glance up. Wonwoo’s eyes, however, had already been on you. Hell, you were convinced they never left your figure since he got home.
“Is something wrong?” Wonwoo grilled, eyes taking the time to map your figure. You swat your hand, resisting the temptation to stay right where you were. Right in front of him. “Just not feeling it, that’s all,”
“I’m not just talking about tonight,” The end of his sentence grew rough and gritted. His grasp on your wrist grew tighter as he pulled you closer to him. “You’ve been acting weird for a while now, you don’t think I haven’t noticed?”
Isn’t it obvious? You thought. I need to get away from you. Otherwise, I’ll fall in love with you even more.
“You’ve haven’t said a word to me in weeks and you’re always stuck up in your room. At first, I was fine with giving you space but now, it’s like you're avoiding me.”
You pick at your lips, averting his gaze.
“I just wanna know what’s going on, y/n.” His voice sounded weak, almost desperate. Your heart chipped, your stomach churning in guilt. You stayed silent, your arm growing heavy in his grasp. Wonwoo finally sighed, shoulder slumping forward as he let your wrist go, defeat ghosting over his back. “Okay then.”
It was as if a bullet shot through your chest, your heart crumbling into grains of sand. Your heart swelled up, overflowing with emotions you couldn’t even fathom or explain. Your head was spinning on the spot. A part of you wanted nothing more than to give in, to forget it all and throw yourself into his arms. A flood of images rushed to your mind; Mingyu, Mingyu with Wonwoo, and lastly, Wonwoo with you. The image of his smile staining your mind a little longer.
You couldn’t be with him. It could ruin everything.
Pivoting your feet, you take one glance at Wonwoo. His gaze finally began to drop from your figure. You gulp, a cog in your brain suddenly shifting.
Fuck it, None of that mattered anymore.
It was all a rush. Without your brain properly functioning, you pivot again. Your chin aligned with his chest and your eyes finally met his. Confidently. As you threw every conscious and careful thought away from you, you took a step forward. And another. Until the gap between your figures closed shut. He stares back blankly, his eyes glinting with a sense of the same need your body flared up with, the need that you denied yourself so many times. All because of whatever labels you two gave yourselves. With your stomach flipping in on itself, you close your eyes.
And kiss him.
You were off limits. Jeon Wonwoo knew that much.
Wonwoo never knew why you stood out so much every time he’d stay over at Mingyu’s house. At first, he concluded that it was because you were an innocent girl hanging out in a sea of rowdy teenage boys. With his calm demeanor, you seemed like a dream to hang out with, compared to the others. Next, he concluded that it was just a coincidence, and that he wasn’t actually seeing you constantly. While that was partly true; the fact that you weren’t actually in his sight constantly, in truth, you plagued his mind like a disease. The symptoms? Lovesickness and a mild headache.
His love sickness came into play every chance it got. Every time you’d show up during one of Mingyu’s get togethers, every time you would spare him a wave before he left to go back home. Each and every time you entered his life, he melted into a puddle.
However, no matter how smitten he was with you, there was a constant reminder of the one person standing in his way. His best friend, Kim Mingyu. It was beyond wrong to go for the little sister of his closest friend, that was almost a given. And with that, Wonwoo let both you, and the idea of being anything more than friends, go. Though thinking back, Wonwoo could never tell if his feelings truly left.
Nevertheless, all of that would be forgotten at his second year in University. With his first roommate bailing on him at the last minute, Wonwoo needed a new roommate, and fast. Luckily, you were just starting at the same university, and needed a roommate yourself. So, without missing a beat, Wonwoo called up Mingyu and packed his things.
It didn’t take long for his heart to settle back into his old feelings the moment you two moved in together. It was as instant as fireworks popping in the sky. As soon as he saw your cheeky, gummy smile, Wonwoo could tell he folded. He was falling for you all over again. And when you began to open up to his conversations and accept his greetings, Wonwoo couldn’t help but feel bright inside.
There were moments where he couldn’t control himself, he was the first to admit. Moments he may have taken his secret feelings out of hiding for a little longer than expected. Safe to say, anyone could tell that Wonwoo was in love with you.
Well, except for you.
At least that was what Wonwoo thought the moment you began to ignore him. Began to build a wall of anonymity between you. Wonwoo was left at a loss. He didn’t want to lose you again. And that was why, when you finally kissed him, and a flood of emotions rushed in, Wonwoo had no other choice but to kiss you back with all the might in his being. He finally understood those rough kiss scenes in those dramas you loved so much.
An arm snakes around your waist as Wonwoo clings onto your frame, pressing it snug against his own. He felt bad for the once dry fabric of your bedtime clothes, rubbing against his— which had been soaked from the rain outside— probably wasn’t a good idea. But ultimately, it didn’t matter. A free hand cups your jaw, Wonwoo’s knuckles running white from excitement, thrill. It didn’t matter where, Wonwoo just needed to hold you. Keep you in his touch so you wouldn’t run away again. Wonwoo felt a set of fingers cling onto the buttons of his dress shirt, butterflies setting off in his stomach at the realization that they were yours. You felt the same way, you never wanted to let go.
Your lips pluck apart as the two of you take deep breaths, chests heaving. Your eyes hold onto each other as if they were each other’s source of life. Right now, it seemed like that was very much the case. After collecting yourself, your eyes dip down to your feet—the embarrassment finally settling in. Your head was spinning. Was any of this real? Had you just locked lips with the man you’ve had feelings for, for your entire life? Your chest heaved, heart beating rapidly in Wonwoo’s presence. In Wonwoo’s trance.
“I-I,” You stutter out, still breathless from the kiss. “I can explain!”
Wonwoo only chuckled, the deep timber of his voice rumbling in his chest. “What’s with the switch up? I thought you hated me.”
Shocked, you look up. “What? No! I could never hate you!” Your fingers leave his side, meeting in front of you, fiddling with each other. “I just… didn’t know what to do. I was conflicted. I’ve liked you since we were kids, but I couldn’t do anything about it because-”
“-of Mingyu, right?” Wonwoo finished your sentence. Your eyes widen. “Yeah, that’s exactly it. How’d you know?”
Wonwoo booped your nose with his pointer. “I felt the same way about you, dummy. Could you really not tell?”
Instinctively, you jab at his chest, taking note of how firm it felt under your fist. Jesus, could he be anymore perfect? You turn your head, averting his beautiful gaze. “You didn’t even tell me!”
“Should I have made it more clear? I was being quite obvious.”
Your mind wanders back to the past week, where various moments managed to send your mind spinning. They were all planned. Wonwoo wasn’t playing with you, he was simply showing you, demonstrating to you how he felt. And your foolish mind decided to run away. You were glad you couldn’t run far; running from him would’ve been a mistake you would never recover from.
You blush, though you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment, his flustering existence, or all of the above. You clear your throat, eyes wandering aimlessly. “So… what do we do now?”
“Well, if you're comfortable with it…” Wonwoo pulled you against his chest, both arms snaking around your hips. “I think we can forget about your brother for a while.”
You pick at your lips.
Wonwoo’s palm hugs your cheek. “Can I be your boyfriend, y/n?”
You smile, leaning into the warmth of his palm. “I think you already know my answer, Jeon Wonwoo.”
“Mm, care to remind me?” With his free hand covering your other cheek, Wonwoo teasingly pulls you in once more.
This second kiss seemed much more rushed, much more hungry. Your hands hang onto his neck, fingers gripping onto his collar tighter than before. Your chest heaves faster, breath hitching between each prolonged kiss. Wonwoo’s breaths grow restless, a low toned groan escaping his lips as his brows furrow.
Just for this moment, you could be free.
12 days. You had about 12 days of complete peace.
It was the stuff of fairytales. He was a fairytale. Jeon Wonwoo was the best boyfriend you could ask for. It didn’t matter how much you two saw each other, being roommates didn’t stop you from having such magical dates outside of your apartment. Cafe, bookstores and libraries, parks, you name it; he took you there. Though, your favorite type of dates had to be after classes, when the two of you would drive out to the edge of the city, wait for the sky to paint black, and have a late night picnic under a blanket of stars. Despite how much he loved sleeping in, he never forgot to make you breakfast every morning. He drove you to school and back, exchanged book recommendations with you, and knew just how to comfort you when you couldn’t seem to swim in a sea of blue. Jeon Wonwoo was a dream, and this time, you never wanted to wake up.
The only thing that itched at the back of your brain, that kept everything from being perfect, was that everything was a secret. To your brother, most definitely, but you kept a low profile about it around school. Or well, you tried to. But there were some days where you truly couldn’t resist sneaking in a few kisses in between classes. However, when it came to your brother, it was all a secret. It was safer that way.
A faint ping! jumps from your phone. You pull out the device. Your eyes graze the screen, meeting an image of a cat stuffie, and possibly the most gut wrenching message you had read. Ever.
Wonwoo <3 [5:30]: This cat stuffie reminded me of you, so I bought it ,,^._.^,,
Wonwoo <3 [5:31]: Baby, at least like the message, I worked so hard on that cat emoji :(
You needed to punch something. You were dying from his cuteness, all while the word baby stirred something in your stomach. You opted to reply instead.
y/n [5:34]: ur so cute, yk that?
Wonwoo <3 [5:34] Please use real words y/n
y/n [5:34]: it's not my fault ur drier than a desert >:(
y/n [5:35]: luv u <3 ill be home soon!
You close your phone. His texting could use a little work, you thought as the voice of Seungkwan perked in your ears. You turn to the sound of his voice, watching him and Vernon sit down with their trays of food.
“You could've gotten your food earlier if you’d stop texting your man for once,” Seungkwan’s voice by the last few words grew cold and sour, just like that overpriced lemonade he sipped. Your eyes reached the stars, a tired ugh leaving your lips. “He’s working on his texting skills. Let him live, Seungkwan.”
“Ugh alright, fine.” Seungkwan tipped his head back. “You’re lucky you two are adorable.”
“Dude, weren’t you the one who wanted them together in the first-”
“Who’s side are you even on??” Seungkwan whined, to which Vernon only cocked an eyebrow. Seungkwan jabbed his shoulder, and Vernon turned his attention to you. “I’m happy for you, y/n.”
A grateful response was about to seep from your lips, however, you couldn’t help but notice a glint of worry in his eyes. You tilted your head and Vernon continued. “...I really am, but what about Mingyu?”
You steal a sip from Seungkwan’s sour lemonade, wincing. “We’re keeping it a secret for now.”
“For how long, though?” Vernon piqued, tone laced with worry. “It’s gonna be hard keeping this up for a while.”
It was as if Vernon’s words sweeped the words from your tongue. He was right. How long were you gonna really manage this? Just then another ping! pops from your side. You check it, expecting it to be another gut wrenching, dry text from your boyfriend. Instead, you receive something much, much worse.
MIDgyu [5:53]: You’re coming to the game, right?
You almost spat out the lemonade.
Wonwoo’s head was spinning in agitation, and it was for a multitude of reasons. The cheers of the crowd, the squeaks of the player’s shoes, the discombobulating boom of the buzzer, it all rattled with his entire being. And yet, what got on his nerves the most, was that he was sitting away from you.
He watched as he fiddled with his thumbs; the game didn’t really matter to him anymore. He only looked up every time Soonyoung— the one he did end up going with— hollered at a goal. It definitely wasn’t hard to notice. At least someone was ecstatic to be there. Wonwoo, however, couldn’t quite say the same.
Wonwoo knew all the reasons why you attended the game separately, and all the reasons why you couldn’t attend together. This was Mingyu’s game, your brother, and his best friend’s chance to shine. It was too risky to even step foot in that gym together. He looked over at you, sitting across the gym with your friends, laughing at something Vernon probably said. And besides, he came to cheer him on as a friend.
He knew all of that, so why did his heart hurt just a little bit?
Soonyoung glanced over, curious. “You good, man?”
Wonwoo couldn’t stop looking at you. “Yeah, for sure.”
The night was almost over.
That’s what you told yourself over and over again. The only thing that kept you sane. Panic was coursing through your veins, trying your hardest not to slip up in any way you thought possible. You loved your brother, but this was getting insane. Your sigh evolved into an irritated groan as you came back from rejecting your 20th invitation to grab a bite to eat after the game. You whip out your phone, suddenly all alone. Why did Seungkwan and Vernon have to leave already?
Just greet Mingyu and leave. You can still meet Wonwoo outside.
“Hey!” A voice ghosted your frame. You turn around stunned, but you have enough time to compose yourself before the voice continues. “Y/n, was it? Mingyu’s sister?”
You smile, eyes curling upwards to hide your anguish. “Yeah!”
The stranger stretched a hand out. “I’m Lee Chan! Nice to meet you!”
You could only hum a response before diving deep into horrid small talk. Judging by his jersey, hair soaked in sweat, and a water bottle in hand, you could tell he had just played. Your mind wanders aimlessly as you tune out his words. He didn’t seem harmless, so it didn’t really matter.
“So, I was wondering,” Chan suddenly starts, and you jolt back to reality. “Would you like to go get something to eat with me?” He jerks a thumb behind him, where your brother— and Wonwoo— sat.
Wonwoo’s frame appeared in your peripheral vision. Seeing him so far away, paying no attention to you; your heart sank just a little bit. Though, it wasn’t the physical distance that got to you, it was the reason why the distance was there.
Why did it hurt to keep it all a secret?
You smile, trying your best to let the athlete down gently. “Er, no thanks.”
“Oh come on!” Chan fought, a hand lightly gripping your wrist, though your reflexes were too slow to pull away in time. He was really starting to piss you off. “Just one date?”
Your brows furrowed. Tugging away from him, but it was no use. “I-”
“She told you her answer, didn’t she?” Another voice piqued behind you.
“Your sister’s single, right?” Chan’s voice irked Wonwoo’s ears. The athlete nudged Mingyu’s shoulder before taking a big swig from his water bottle. “I think I’m gonna ask her out!”
“Sure, buddy!” Mingyu shrugged, slapping Chan’s back before watching his teammate strut towards you. Wonwoo couldn’t help but scoff at Mingyu’s response.
A spark lit in the pit of Wonwoo’s stomach. No, you can’t ask her out, asshole. A sigh leaped from his chest, attempting to cool off the sparks popping on his skin— though it wouldn’t work. Wonwoo felt his skin burn, the blood beneath it boiling. He tapped his foot, his eyes never leaving Chan’s frame—which made its way to you so effortlessly, so shamelessly. Wonwoo wanted nothing more than to leap out of his seat and run to you.
His girlfriend.
Mingyu nudges Wonwoo’s shoulder, chuckling. “Something wrong, big guy?”
Wonwoo’s eyes grew narrow for a second, but he quickly collected himself. “All good.” He muttered with a half-assed smile. One glance at his best friend was a reminder that shot him right through the heart.
You were Wonwoo’s, but he could never prove it. He could never tell him.
“No seriously, what’s wrong? You’re quiet, yeah, but never this quiet.”
Wonwoo looked over to you, towering beneath Chan’s obnoxious one. He watched you smile at him, chuckling at a joke of his that probably wasn’t even funny. His jaw tightened, his knuckles growing white under the pressure. It was getting harder to compose himself.
Your friend’s flirting with my girlfriend in front of me, and I can’t do shit about it. That's what's wrong.
But he could never say it out loud.
Chan throws a hand on your wrist, not seeming to let go. Your eyes, painted with fear, glance at the floor. A flame ignited in Wonwoo’s stomach, steam practically seething from his ears. His hands ball up into fists. He didn’t bother to take one last glance at Mingyu before shooting up from his seat and doing what he should’ve done way before; go see you.
“What’s your problem man?” Chan’s voice echoes in the now empty gym. Under the pressure of Wonwoo’s firm grim, Chan finally lets go of your wrist. You hold it against your chest as you, habitually, stand behind Wonwoo. Chan glares at the two of you, turning to Wonwoo again. “What, are you like, her boyfriend or something?”
Your heart stung at the word boyfriend. You grew pale, unable to respond as panic washed over your face. Your heart leaped from your chest, clogging your throat. All your measly body could do was part its lips as it turned around to face Wonwoo, anticipating his answer.
His name jumped out of your throat instinctively. Wonwoo stared down at the athlete, his words leaving as a hiss. “Take the hint, already. She doesn’t wanna go out with you.”
“Alright, I get it.” Chan threw his hands up “Don’t need to get so pissed, dude.”
Your world was spinning. Fear, panic, anxiety; it all overtook you. Your mind was in multiple places at once. However, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit grateful for Wonwoo saving your ass— you weren’t sure if this Chan guy was capable of backing down. And yet, what you felt the most was the bitter taste of guilt; guilt for making your boyfriend feel all this anguish in the first place, making him keep the two of you a secret. After darting back and forth from the athlete and your secret boyfriend, your eyes finally stay on Wonwoo.
“Next time, think before you decide to hit on someone else’s girl.”
Your eyes widened, but you had no time to relish in your emotions as Wonwoo tugs at your arm, and marches out the door.
For the rest of the day you were silent. The air was tense in your apartment. The two of you uttered little to no words during dinner, and as the sun tucked itself into its blanket of midnight sky, the two of you barely gave the other a glance. You were overwhelmed, flowing to the brim with mixed emotions. You needed just a sliver of peace.
It wasn’t until you retired back to your own bed—the first time you did so in the days you two started dating—did Wonwoo speak to you again. You whip the door open, a little faster than you expected, and Wonwoo stands before you, head hanging low. His eyes finally meet yours, and you began to melt in his clutch once again. You couldn’t stay mad at him. He scratches the nape of his neck. “Can we talk?”
The two of you resume on the edge of your bed. He keeps a safe distance, only his pinky finger innocently grazing yours. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I lashed out at that guy who didn’t know any better. My own dumb feelings got in the way, and I probably ruined the secret. You have every right to be mad at me-”
As Wonwoo rambled on and on about how he was in the wrong, your mind could only think the complete opposite. After all, you didn’t want to hide Wonwoo anymore. You simply couldn't. Jeon Wonwoo meant too much to you, swelled your heart up with joy that you couldn’t fathom hiding him in the dark. With a huff, you finally come to a conclusion; you need to tell Mingyu. It didn’t matter if you’d come out the other end dead or with a missing limb. You loved Wonwoo too much to keep him a secret. Your mind couldn’t piece together the right words, so you collect his lips in a kiss.
Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t sure why you’d forgiven him so quickly, but the sweet taste of your lips were enough for him to melt, kissing you back.
“Do you think we could stop hiding this? Hiding us?” Wonwoo asks gently as he pressed your forehead against his, his voice toasting your skin. You smile, your giggles sending butterflies to Wonwoo’s stomach. “Yeah, I think we can.”
Grinning like a fool, Wonwoo pulls you into another kiss, his weight and the momentum of his movements toppling you onto the bed. One hand cupped your cheek, while the other planted itself beside you, pinning you against the bed. Your arms cling onto his neck, toying with the tag of his shirt as Wonwoo leaned further into you, his kisses leaving your mouth and trailing down your jaw. A warm sensation clouded between your legs.
His hand left your cheek, resuming at the hem of your shirt. After playing with the fabric, a finger slipped in; and then another, until his hand ghosted your bare waist. His touch sent shockwaves through your veins. Your breaths grew shallow as Wonwoo pulled apart from you briefly, his lips meeting your ear.
“May I?” His words didn’t reach past a whisper.
Face flushed, you grip tighter onto his shoulders. “Wonwoo,” You breathed.
“That’s not an answer, darling,” Wonwoo rasped. Your head was too heated, so you only managed to nod before Wonwoo snuck both his hands under your shirt. His fingers trailed up and up your body until he reached your tits. Wonwoo’s touch sent a whimper from your lips. Wonwoo twitched, his head dipping down to trail more kissed down your neck. His hands palmed your chest, pinching at the nipple sending more shockwaves to your spine. You arch your back, his name taking up your mind.
Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo
The man taking up your mind tugged at your shirt, his eyes narrowing in hunger. You obeyed, lifting your arms as he pulled the fabric over your head. Within seconds, your pants also escaped your frame, leaving you bare, with just your panties on. Wonwoo pulls away from you, his eyes scanning your figure.
“You’re beautiful, y/n.” Wonwoo exhaled.
You pull him into another kiss, still hungry for his taste. Though it was also to hide your flustered face from his smooth words. You adjust your legs, brushing against a particular hardness tenting beneath his pants. Wonwoo groaned against your lips, setting your skin on fire. His muscles tense, and you send a teasing hand to palm his hardness. However, Wonwoo swiftly grabbed your wrist, throwing it above your head; holding you hostage.
“Not yet, darling” He grunted, eyeing you. “I’m not finished tasting you...” A hand resumed on your tit, making your squirm. “...Savouring you”
You mewl at the familiar words. He continued peppering kisses down your neck, then chest, and finally to your stomach. All while leaving bite marks here and there, claiming you. His voice rumbles against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this. About you.”
It was as if your skin was a minefield, with how much it flared up at his words. You collect yourself, turning bold. “Shall we reenact your dreams, then?”
A glint of passion suddenly flared in his eyes, his hand roaming around in search for any way to make you moan. His lips arrive at your chest, and a hand grips onto your breast, lewd noises escaping your lips. You grip at his hair, which only fanned the fire as the other hand— which was already stationed between your legs— began to move. You didn’t even know when you had opened your legs.
Your core was much more than warm at this point. It was hot, steamy, pounding. But you couldn’t acknowledge it, not with your head spinning. Wonwoo’s fingers pressed further into you, playing with your folds through the fabric of your panties. Wonwoo chuckled. “You’re soaking, y/n.” He hooked his finger onto the fabric, pulling it aside in one swoop. He hissed. “And it’s all mine.”
One last whimper sent him flying off the edge. Ripping off your panties, Wonwoo slipped a finger into your folds. Your wetness sloshing between his fingertips. You let out a moan, biting your own fingers to contain the sound. Your head was spiralling, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Wonwoo was hitting all the right spots. Dirty noises began to bounce on the room’s walls as Wonwoo's fingers dug deeper into yours. He slipped another one in, spreading your core apart. You gripped the bed sheets, your hips gaining a mind of their own as they began to ride his fingers.
“My darling is so needy.” Wonwoo growled against your ear, making you shiver. His pace grew faster as your noises grew louder. With the pad of his thumb, he circled around your clit. You arched, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust of his hand. Your lips reached his jaw, peppering sloppy kisses on his skin. Anything to hold you down to reality. Wonwoo kissed your temple. “That’s it, darling. Cum on me.”
And you did. Your juices flowed out of your core, coating his palm. He brought his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked his palm clean; the reason why the warmth beneath your stomach never truly left.
Panting, you finally gain the strength to scan his frame, which was still fully clothed— much to your dismay. Your hands fly at his shirt’s hem. With his help, you pull it off, exposing his toned chest. You wanted to gawk, but you couldn’t bear to wait any longer. The thirst penetrating your core was killing you.
Impatient fingers tug at his pants— the tent beneath its fabric never leaving your sight. You wanted him, no, needed him in you. Wonwoo caught wind of your yearning stare, smiling as he unbuckled his pants. With one last kiss, he presses his forehead against yours. His voice reached back to a whisper. “Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll give you anything.”
You whimper, your sound driving Wonwoo crazy. “I need you, Wonwoo. I need you in me.”
Without thinking, your hips grind your raw core against his underwear’s fabric. Now, Wonwoo was the one filling the room with his groans. You felt his dick twitch beneath the fabric as he reached forward, getting a condom. A string of curses leave his lips as you smile at the realization that he was breaking his composure because of you. Opening the silver packaging, Wonwoo pulls his cock out, your breath hitching.
You gaped at his size, eyes darting between his head and his, well, head. Wonwoo’s fingers ghosted your core once again, sending more shivers down your skin. With the plastic coating it, Wonwoo lines up his dick in between your folds, the contact igniting a flame that never went out to begin with. “Are you sure you want this, princess? We could always-”
“Wonwoo, I need you to fuck me right now or so help me god.” You blurted out, catching both you and your boyfriend off guard. He smiles, kissing the knuckles of your hand, making your stomach flutter. “As you wish, princess.”
Wonwoo finally thrusted into you, his girth grazing every inch of your walls. Your back arched, a moan bursting from your lungs. Wonwoo’s groans filled your ears with each— painfully slow —thrust. Your walls clamped onto his cock, holding him so well. His thrusts grew faster, a hand dipping down to your core, while another hand landed back on your breast. He fondled your nipple, which peaked from arousal— a sight that made Wonwoo twitch in your core. His other hand began slow circles on your clit once again, and you were convinced you were seeing stars.
Sounds of wet sloshes echoed, but they were no match for your booming noises and callings of each other’s names. Your nails dug deeper into his back, as Wonwoo’s thrusts grew more sloppy. He dug his dick further into you, making you squirm.
“I think I’m gonna-” You couldn’t bother to finish.
“I know, darling. Let’s come together, hm?”
Another mewl escapes. You hated how respectful he was.
Wonwoo thrusts one last time, and the two of you reach your climaxes. White fluid pools between your legs, and Wonwoo pulls out. Breathless, he pulls out before plopping beside you on the bed. Finally getting a chance to breathe, you look over to him, smiling. “Woah.”
Wonwoo snickers. “Really? Woah? That’s what you’re going with?”
You punch his shoulder, though it was too weak for him to even notice. “Hey! Don't blame me, I can’t think straight! Someone just fucked my brains out, cut me some slack!”
Wonwoo pulls you in for a hug. “I love you, y/n.”
You smile against his chest. “I love you more, Wonnie.”
“Care to explain?” The voice of your brother echoed in your apartment living room the next morning. You and Wonwoo sat in front of the aggravated Kim Mingyu, who had just found out the truth after his teammate spilled the beans at practice earlier that morning. Your exact fear was accumulating in front of your eyes. You hated to admit it, but you missed your cheerful brother. He was loads better than this new, grumpy Mingyu.
“Just sit down, okay? I’ll explain everything!” You flare up, catching the guy’s attention. Slowly, Mingyu inches down, until he reaches your eye level. “Yes, Wonwoo and I have been dating for some time now-”
“Why didn’t you guys tell me? Why’d you have to keep it a secret?”
You heaved a sigh and Wonwoo took over. “‘Cause we knew you’d react just like this. I know its wrong to date your sister just because we’re friends, but…”
Wonwoo glances back at you. “I love her too much.”
He turns his attention back to your brother, who was suddenly quiet. “I’m not willing to give her up anymore. So, if you’re unhappy with us, I don’t know what to tell you.”
The room goes quiet, you and Mingyu both stunned at Wonwoo’s confession. Mingyu looks at the both of you before letting out a sigh. He then turns to you. “Look, I admit, this’ll take some getting used to, but if you’re that serious about each other then… I guess I can learn to live with it. Just, no more secrets, okay?”
Your face brightens immediately, jumping towards your now non-secret boyfriend. You grew ecstatic, jumping for joy like a little kid. You turn to your brother, grinning like crazy.
Mingyu couldn’t help but grin at the sight of you. He turns to Wonwoo, jabbing a finger at him. “I know you’re my best friend, but if you ever try to hurt her, I will end you. Got it?”
Wonwoo glances down at you, curled perfectly in his arms. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
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minhosimthings · 4 months
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Skz under the Mistletoe
Pairings: bf!Skz × implied fem!reader
Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF NOTHING BUT FLUFF, mention of food, a bit suggestive in Minho and Changbin's
A/N: I needed something to help refresh this dumb brain of mine cause I CANNOT work on any of my smut wips rn so here ya go! Also I know it's not Christmas yet and this is really Christmassy but y'all I live in Scotland. ITS ALWAYS CHRISTMAS MUHAHAHA
Bang Chan/ Christopher
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this mf would start giggling so hard
I'm like a hundred percent positive he would deliberately hang mistletoe above you
Imagine you're baking cookies and you're too busy to give him a kiss
And he just pouts and stalks off ☹️ somewhere to do God knows what
And then you find him sitting on the couch with mistletoe on his hair
"baby quick! Kiss me I'm under mistletoe! Don't you know it's bad luck if you don't kiss someone under mistletoe?"
You'd give in of course, not wanting to sadden your adorable boyfriend,🥺 who looked even more adorable with heaps of mistletoe stuck to his curls
Please save me I am obsessed with this man
Lee Minho/ Lee Know
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This man
This man istg
HE WILL STRAIGHT UP REFUSE TO KISS YOU
"I wouldn't kiss your dumb face normally why would I do it now?"
Meanie 😐
But he'd immediately melt on seeing your pouty face and sad expression
So like the great boyfriend he is, he'd tie strings of mistletoe to Soonie's collar and send her to you.
"alright we need to kiss your mom on her stupidly cute face so go to her and don't mess this up."
Soonie would walk up to you followed by Minho and he would just meekly be like "Mistletoe?"
CUTIES NXJSJS
Would a 100% pick you up and throw you on the bed, saying that mistletoe doesn't only consist of kisses 😏
Changbin/ Seo Changbin
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ISTG I WILL COMBUST RIGHT HERE
Bang Chan part 2
He'd be so giggly and blushing so profusely when you both would notice you're under mistletoe
Like if it was at a party or something, and everyone was shouting "Kiss!" At the both of you, how could he refuse?
Would definitely do that thing where he squeezes your waist
It would be such a soft kiss istg
Would probably take you up to the bedroom after the kiss though
Hyunjin/Hwang Hyunjin
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GIRL THE WAY HE'S BLUSHING SO HARD YOU'D THINK HE SMEARED PAINT ON HIMSELF
You'd decorate his art studio with mistletoe
Specifically putting it above the place where you'd pose for him when he's painting you
This man would probably be confused at first like he's so immersed in painting,
And then you're like "Hyunjin look mistletoe!"
Bitch will be like "You want me to paint the mistletoe in the picture too?"
Truly the leader of PaboRacha
But afterwards he'd give you the most precious kiss ever
Just so soft, warms wrapped around your waist
"Wanna make some hot chocolate darling?"
I need to stop Hyune is wrecking me too hard
Han/Han Jisung
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Ngl he would be the one badgering you
"ooh baby where did this mistletoe come from?"
*holds the mistletoe above your head*
Would pout when you'd say you'll give him kisses later, because you need to get ready for work
Literal sparkly eyes begging you for a kiss
You'd give in eventually, how could you refuse the power of the Han Jisung puppy eyes?
"baby did you kiss me because of the mistletoe or because of my charms?"
SO FUCKING ADORABLE
Felix/Lee Yongbok
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Alright I'm imagining this is Australia because obviously you guys went to visit his family for the holidays
His sister's would a 100% prank him with mistletoe
NAUR cause they'd hang mistletoe over your bed, and when you and felix spot it, they'd pull out their phones to record you guys kissing
DEFINETLY did not do that to my gf once nope
"oh sunshine look mistletoe! Should we have a kiss then?"
MY SWEET POOKIE BROWNIE SUGAR PUMPKIN PIE I love him saur much
Seungmin/Kim Seungmin
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Bruh this guy
I swear to god this guy
KIM MF "it's a childish thing to do" SEUNGMIN
NAUR he WILL make fun of you for wanting to do it
Like you're just goofing off, decorating the house for Christmas
And you decide to jokingly put mistletoe on his hair
He'll just roll his eyes and go back to his book, completely ignoring the grass on his hair
And you'd be like bitch kiss me we're under mistletoe
"Seriously pup, you still believe in that childish crap?"
And he's done it, he's upset you great job Seungmin (I don't know why I'm so salty towards him rn)
And then he'd just sigh, looking at your pouty face
Then he'll proceed to grab your face in his hands and kiss you in the most devastating way ever
"next time when you want a kiss, just ask for it darling."
Wodjdjeb you will not survive
I.N/Yang Jeongin
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AHH INNIE KDISSHD
Lemme calm down first
THIS GUY WOULD BE SO AMAZING
Look if there's anyone in Skz who believes in miracles and the holy spirit and whatnot
IT'S HIM
Flashback to when he wanted to be a priest
Giggles and blushes part 3
Girl he legit kiss you for so long if you do that
Iike sir you need to breathe too stop with the smooches
He'll legit kiss you in the middle of a store if there's mistletoe there
Like just in the middle of the hygiene aisle, where there's mistletoe decorating the shelves
Just BAM his lips are on uours
"We can't resist the power of the mistletoe honey."
I swear to God this man will be the death of me
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py-dreamer · 1 month
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So... I know I'm late...
But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out
I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.
But anyways:
I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation
Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill
Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)
Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')
I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot
HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice
Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win
Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.
Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax
Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi
Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum
f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...
click pic for less sh!ty quality!
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ok so there's a lot of headcanons that mammon is extremely protective over reader, especially when they're going somewhere else without him and it's not really surprising considering how dangerous the greed ring is, BUT what if reader is secretly a badass who can kick asses that but mammon doesn't know until they get in danger
like imagine this scenario
reader got kidnapped by a bunch of dumbass loansharks and they called mammon over reader's phone and minutes later mammon teleported at their base pissed and was ready to obliterate those who dare to hurt his love only to saw reader covered in blood, not their blood, but bodies of the sharks who are lying on the ground (may or may not be dead) with reader looking at them with a murderous glare, and when the reader noticed mammon their face changed from scary to normal like they didn't just kill a bunch of demons and goes "oh hi sweetie! 😊"
now every time reader shows off their fighting skills, mammon thinks they're hot
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I went with a different direction cos my brain isnt braining rn and i coupdnt write something of the sorts that didnt look wrong😞 still on the laptop but i wanna give u guys FOOD
This was so fucking dumb
A bunch of loan sharks???alright man…
You stare at your captors, unimpressed, ya cant even muster up enough to talk or even care..
They took this personal cos of course they woulddd
They poked at you, tryna get you to call mammon himself (theyre too scared to do it on their own they might piss themselves)
Back at your place mammon wasnt happy, no he was FUMING he was on the verge of even asking OZZIE FOR HELP it was that bad. Mammon stomped around the room and aggressively runs a hand down his face. No other choice.
He picks up his phone to dial the sin of Lust when suddenly the door slams open
He turns so quick your woried his neck snapped
His eyes widen as he sees you, unharmed but covered in blood. Definitely not yours…
“Hi sweetie”
“What the fuck”
-he wants to know where u learned how to fight
- WHY you know how to fight
- and who taught you
- he thinks its hot but he genuinely didnt know you could hurt even a fly so he thought you’d be hurt, or worst, dead.
-“what the fack…” “whats for dinner mon” you were acting so casual??wadafuck
-its one less thing to worry about atleast, u can defend yourself, thank satan.
-he was a little less protective of you going out since you can fight but ya cant blame the man for worrying (your the only bastard willing to put up with him)
So here we are
You two face to face eating a romantic dinner together
Your just soaked in red. A shower together after dinner perhaps?
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months
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Catch Me If You Can
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Jojo: where tf u at? called u like 10 times.
Me: ik. call you back inna minute, dam. chill out.
Jojo: best watch yo mouth if u know was good for u.
Me: why Jo? Not like you can do shit bout it rn..
Jojo: where are you y/n?
Me: atta party..
Me:
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Jojo: lil girl, swear to God. Quit fuckin playin with me. Drop ur location.
Jojo: right fuckin now.
Me: naw, I'm good.
Jojo: Ma, you playin wit fire rn..
Me: catch me if you can.
I slide my phone into the back pocket of my mini ass shorts with an amused chuckle before grabbing Marie and tugging her to the living room to dance. It's dim and humid but fuck if I give a damn bout that while me and my girl roll our hips to the beat. [ https://youtu.be/e5RUsVqX37Q?si=00j1_Xqfpqf5Ov7C]
Whole vibe got me sweatin my edges out as we grind through 3 more songs; it's a miracle that I even see the front door swing open as I'm caressin and windin my body to the beat:
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Marie and I make it out the back door by the skin of our teeth, giggling as we run cross campus to the next party. It's pitch black and freezing cold out side, but neither of us care as we fly through the brisk breeze. My booty shorts don't do a damn thing to help contain my ass as it jiggles wildly with each step.
We're both wheezing and clutching our sides for air as we fly through the door and slam it shut. It's cracking in here; place is packed with bodies, booze and laughter. Led lights flash allover the room as the music booms, clearly signaling a more lively atmosphere than the last place.
"Y/n! Marie!" Andre beckons us from the corner of room, sitting with his arm slung around Cate's shoulders as he holds up a blunt.
We make our way over, Marie immediately sittin down criss cross on the floor and explaining our narrow escape from Jordan as Andre lights the blunt. Its dark in here too besides the bouncing lights; the air is smoky as fuck in this corner of the room. No way I woulda seen Dre if he aint call out to us.
He takes a few puffs before handing the blunt to Cate. She takes a soft inhale before givin it to me. Just what I need after all that excitement.
I sit, taking deep pulls from the blunt before passing it to Marie. Blowin out the smoke slowly I cant help dippin back into my seat and closin my eyes as I let the tree go to work. It's so easy to let their voices surround me as I tune out their words. The fuzzy, warm sensation wraps my body in a hug, the welcoming high foggin my brain as I recline and laze into the couch.
I'm so relaxed into my vibe that I barely feel Cate tap my naked knee. I turn my head to look at her slender frame leaned into Andre's side.
"You better not let them know we knew where you are; Jordan don't play that shit. Marie might be screwed already but I'm not takin one for the team on this one." Andre says facing Cate, letting her shotgun his hit.
I smirk and close my eyes again before respondin.
"Fine.. Pussy."
"Oh so you extra tough now right? Huh ma?"
Daddy's voice is a low snarl in my ear as my eyes snap open wide. It's comical how quick my cowardly friends scatter as Jordan comes around the back of the couch to stand in front of me.
"Hi, Jordan. See ya y/n/n!" Marie chirps before disappearing into the darkness.
"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave." Cate says, dragging Andre off in the same direction.
I'm dying to escape with em, specially wit how Jordans starin at me. Bae look like she on demon time and I'm not sure if I can take whats comin. Got me hesitant to speak knowin I completely got caught slippin.
"Baby," I start sickeningly sweet. "You're here! I'm so happy. Marie said-"
Jordan's hand flashes out like lightening to grip my neck and pull me close. The squeeze makes each shallow breath difficult but the dark stoic gaze piercing my fuckin soul keep me from movin an inch. I do nothing more than limply hold at her wrist while she steps closer to press us nose to nose.
"Tell me one goddamn word that came outta Moreau's mouth. Go head, I fuckin dare you. You're gonna be fuckin sorry y/n."
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I don't think I've ever been so quick to shut the fuck up. The silence stretches for a few momemts, makes me uneasy and I'm sure Jordan knows this. Knows every fuckin thing about me, about my body.
"I went through alotta fuckin trouble to find you, so I dont give a fuck what anybody else thinks, thought or fuckin said."
She uses the grip on my neck to slowly pull me from the couch and put me on my knees, refusing to lose eye contact as the other hand unbuttons her jeans. Full lips upturned at the corner inna smirk, button nose flared.. I already know the plans going through that maniacal mind, know what's comin next. I don't know what's pounding harder: my heart or my cunt.
"You listenin to what everybody else fuckin said but which one of them are here to save you now y/n?"
The cold hard wood floor presses against my smooth brown skin as I shift nervously, watchin as Jordan smoothly transitions. Doesn't even bother to check if anyone's looking as he pulls out his rigid leaky dick and repeatedly taps it across my mouth. Daddy stares down at me lookin absolutely furious, his breathing startin to accerlerate as he makes a mess on my face.
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So lengthy and so fuckin angry, tip flushed the prettiest and deepest of pinks. Thick clear strings of precum smear allover my bare heart shaped lips as he humps forward over and over, doin the same to my cheeks. He looks fuckin anguished from arousal, but still so goddamn pretty as he uses me.
"You know how long I've been like this? How much I needed you? But you wanna play fuckin games. What bout when you need Daddy? Don't I always give you what you want?"
I know his questions are rhetorical, that if I continue with my earlier attitude that this only gets worst. Still my pussy clenches rhythmically as I lean into his touch, knowin regardless off my permission he's about to pay me back for my insolence.
"Jo pleeeease." I whine, utterly shamed and hoping he'll take me back to his dorm. "Somebody's probably watchin, let's go to your room."
"Naw, fuck that. Tongue out." He spits at me.
I comply at the drop of a dime, drooling a bit as Jordan slides the tip of his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands lay limply in my lap as he holds the sides of my face. Head tipped back, dark chocolate eyes still observing the prey at his feet as he moans loudly into the air. I know his antics are purposeful, hoping that someone hears and stumbles upon my punishment.
"And somebody- mmmmm, ohfuck, just like that, princess- is watchin honey. Wouldn't you wanna see a little brat like you get put in their place?"
The fluids drip from his cock to my tongue steadily as he uses it as a slip and slide. I curl my wet pink muscle on every pull out tryin to get an extra taste.
Even when they're not bein nice, I just wanna please em. It would be a lie if I said I didn't test his nerves jus to end up like this: pussy drippin wet and at their mercy.
"Know what? Mmm, ooooh baby girl, just like that.. I think you're pretendin you don't like bein watched. Hooooh fuck, think we both know it was just a matter of time before you showed everyone how much you love my cock."
His pace speeds; mean words and assault on my mouth make my body heat and pussy clench. Wetness plasters my thick brown thighs as i squeeze them together repeatedly for just a hint a pressure. If I wasn't in so much trouble I'd see if I could get away secretly fingering my clit but getting caught wouldn't be worth it. Daddy's pissed and I'd be dumb to test that.
"Jesus christ, thas it. Ahhh, fuuu- so good, ma, so fuckin good! Shit, put that snappy lil mouth to good use. Daddy'll show you how to talk to me nice sweetheart."
Jordan slides further inside my wet warm cavern, the slight curve of him makin me gag as I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. His balls, sticky with my drool, play a game of hit and miss as they occasionally slap my chin. The hold on the sides of my face graduate to one of his big hands with a strong grip in my hair, keeping me in place.
"Fuckin best lil dick sucker I ever meeeet! Should came back to the room baby. Mm fuck, mighta showed you some fuckin mercy."
The rhythm of him fuckin my mouth is so erratic and desperate. Poor daddy seems a bit distressed as grunts and groans turn to sexy whiny moans. I wanna hold em in my arms from how he trembles from the intense nut he's about to bust. The way he tosses his head back with tightly shut lids makes me a bit sad I can't see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes.
"Dammit, I'm so close ma. Yeeees, ohfuck. Uhn uhhhhh.. Get ready, bout to fill that pretty lil throat up with some cream!"
I refuse to shut my eyes shut and miss the way Jordan stills his hips, continuing to use the grip in my freshly styled hair to fuck my mouth on his dick. My eyes tear up but I struggle to blink them back, hoping to not leave this situation so fuckin messy. I moan at the thought of them ruining me, throat already sore from his treatment.
"Ahhhh here it is pretty.. Haaaah sh- feels 'mazin y/nnnn. Take it, mmmmm ahfuck! Thas it. Fuuuuuck!"
I'm so ready when I get the first thick, heavy blast. Takes an extra swallow but I get it down before the 2cnd gush of cum can choke me. Still, Daddy's shootin like I ain't already take 3 of his loads this morning before class.
His nut leaks from the corners of my mouth as he pushes in more, givin me a shot straight down my throat. Jordan finally looks back down at me as I struggle around him. He looks so fuck yummy: forhead wrinkled and covered in a light perspiration, a dazed stare in his eyes as his chest heaves for air, and a small smile on his slightly agape plump pink lips. I'm sure if they could could they'd be starin down at me with hearts in their eyes right now.
I can't be more relieved when he slides his dick out, wiping the remaining cum off from his tip on my tongue before stuffing himself into his jeans. I savor a few gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet. Daddy kisses my mouth messily, smacking my ass sharply and tellin me to go say goodbye to our friends.
Yeah the fuck right, with sticky tracks of pre cum smeared allover my God damn face? I can barely contain my eye roll as I turn to walk away. Even if my juices are streamin out my pussy down my leg, ima make em work for their next nut. So I'm out. It's so fuckin easy to pretend to head their way before makin a break for the exit.
"Anybody that recorded that, if I see that shit online or anyone talks shit to my fuckin girl, it's up. Bet on that." Jordan threatens nearby party goers before transitioning, taking confident measured steps toward my hasty retreat.
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A/N: The link provided at the beginning of the story is to a music video on YouTube; its the song I envisioned while writing the fic. It's not needed to read it, it's just a lil peek inside the authors head.
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neptune-lover · 11 months
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Pregnant? Pt 2
hi guys welcome back this is part two to my pregnant series I'm working on a few ideas rn they are just in the starting phase but hopefully I can get those out and start a master list if the stories I plan to do anyways I hope you guys enjoy
Tag list @moxkindagirl
Tw: talks of pregnancy, mentions of death and miscarriage, mentions of vomit/throwing up and mentions of sex(this is through out the entire story btw and this will be multiple parts)
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It was now 10 am both Y/n and Rhea never went back to sleep. Everyone was now awake in the house. Dominik decided to make strawberries and cream crepes as it's y/n's favorite breakfast to eat. She didn't feel sick the rest of the morning and because of it being smackdown tonight and it just so happened to be in the city where the couples home was they didn't have to travel far today which made Y/n very happy. All 5 of them were members of Judgement day but the group already knew Y/n wasn't scheduled to be on the show tonight so she called Hunter (triple H for those who don't know) and let him know she wouldn't be in the building as she didn't feel good. The others however all had either fights or promos to do so Rhea took the lead and called in reinforcement. Who was the reinforcement you may ask well it was three of Y/n's best friends in wwe who they knew weren't scheduled to be on tonight. They were Becky, Seth and Liv. All people who either helped train her or had been by her side dating back to her NTX days especially Becky and Liv they were her best friends and Seth decided to come with Becky to come help cheer Y/n up. "So how exactly did you feel last nigh" Liv asked curious as she had a cousin who was a nurse so she knew a bit about health and medical stuff. "Well it was kinda just out of the blue I woke up and felt super sick and like throwing up" Y/n said "Ok well have you felt like that at all the rest of the day" Becky now asked as the wheels in her brain started turning. Y/n replied "Nope I've actually felt fine the rest of the day just a but restless and sleep and haven't been tired since I woke up" "ok and remind me what time this was again" Seth now said now believing he was thinking the same as his wife. "Ok I get you guys are trying to help but what's with all the questions" Y/n asked slightly agitated now with all the questions. Becky replied "Well what's your description sounds like morning sickness which is common in pregnancy" "That's exactly what I was starting to think" Liv and Seth said at the same time. Seth chimed in again "I remember Becky struggled with that a decent amount when she was pregnant with Roux"." Wait so you guys think I'm pregnant " Y/n said in a shocked tone "Well I'm not saying you 100% are but it's possible especially if you guys have been having unprotected sex especially recently" Becky explained. Silence filled the room Liv was the one to break it "Do you have any tests here or do you need to buy one or two" "Two would be more ideal because it's better to do two than one I remember my first test was negative then I took another it was positive I went to the doctors later that day and turns out I was pregnant" Becky said. "I can go drive to a store real quick and pick up a two pack if you don't have any" Seth offered. "Well this was never expected this early so we don't have any so if you wouldn't mind running to grab some I would appreciate it" Y/n said in a hushed tone. "Ya I'll go run right now" and with that Seth left the three girls alone while he went to go buy some pregnant tests.
That's all for part 2 I hope you guys enjoyed and part 3 will be out soon beyyyy
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captainwans · 1 year
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★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.
( MASTERLIST! )
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toxicanonymity · 8 months
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im online training at a new job and it is.. going terribly(socially). there’s this manager (out of four) that’s pretty much threatening to revoke my contract at every point, even when other trainees are doing worse than I am. im on the fence but everyone around me is saying she’s singling me out/bullying me, probably because I am literally the youngest person here by far (the next youngest person is 29, im 18)
need a Joel to just. let me be brain dead and boneless. kiss my nose and then kiss my pussy till i fall asleep. sometimes, you just can’t do it properly yourself, and (stepdad? vampire?) joel genuinely gets a bit miffed and just does it for you instead. like just lay on your back, spread your thighs, and feel. n then maybe fall asleep on ur comedown. but for me rn- the daydream is a joel that im not in a relationship with, and he just.. hears the stress. sees the stress. decides to come in at some point and sort it out himself. so he knows it’s been done properly
Sorry about your work. But your thots. . . yes PLEASE!!! Oh my god how I needed something like this the other day. this sounds like thighs out behavior because his approach was similar in spirit in his first fic --Sky's out, thighs out. He knows you're having a bad day, comes on over to you on the pool deck where you're just lying there. he takes control to make it easy on you (just tells you to say stop if you don't want it). But whatever Joel you'd like to imagine -
braindead / stressed, joel helps I8+
Let's say you're practically catatonic lying on your bed, after a good cry. Once you're done crying, Joel knocks lightly on the door, which is already cracked open, so his light knock opens it. You glance up but don't say anything. He asks, "want me to leave ya 'lone?" and you shake your head no but don't acknowledge him in any other way. He lays down next to you, doesn't try to get you to talk. He just kisses you lightly on the cheek, on the nose, on your sternum. He puts his hand between your legs and ghosts your clit over your clothes. You whimper softly but give no other sign of awareness. He gently pulls off your clothes like you're a doll, unmoving. You're not helping him, but not resisting. "ain't gonna help? s'alright, baby'."
He gently spreads your feet and gets between your thighs. He traces them lightly with his fingertips, sliding down to your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where they meet. Then he gently fingers you while he gropes a breast with his other hand. He takes a deep breath that's practically a growl as he adjusts himself. Then he scoots back, brings his mouth between your legs, and kisses your pussy. He goes at it gently, then his arousal takes over and he's latched on for dear life, spreading his hands all over you, not expecting anything in return, not even expecting you to writhe or be vocal as you normally might, because he can tell you're just spent. As you come he's moaning into your cunt, humping the bed, possibly coming in his pants. Once you finish coming, he gets a hold of himself. His voice is soft, "that feel good?" and you just barely nod. He wipes off his mouth and lays next to you, draping his arm heavily over your waist. "ok if I nap with ya?" then he falls asleep with you, content that it's been done properly.
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hi i really enjoy ur writing!! i was wondering if i can request something about being in a situationship with taerae but with a happy ending? thank you !!
the situationship - kim taerae
characters: taerae x gn!reader
description: you and taerae haven't officially declared yourself as a couple, and it's killing you on the inside. it's get even more extreme when someone else comes into the picture.
genre: fluff (tiny bit of angst!)
word count: 1.3K
warnings: hints of suggestiveness (making out/physical touch) but nothing else from what i saw.
a/n: hi luv ty for requesting!! i was actually so excited to do this request when i got it bc i literally have been in a situationship b4 (it's a lot LMAO). this plot came right away to me and i'm so excited to share this with y'all!
also, requests are currently close. but i will be releasing one more quest after this. i am not sure when i'll open them again but my schedule is very packed rn so when i'm finally able to write more, i'll open it! ty for your understanding <3
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you and taerae have known each other for what feels like a decade. it all began in high school when you were approached by him, his smile with those dimples made you easily fall for him. not only that but he was incredibly nice and kind to almost everyone. (except to people who hurt you).
and after graduation, your relationship of being best friends shortly switched to become a situationship. honestly you weren't even sure how it began, but after taerae and you wanted to experience a first kiss, you kissed each other. and that's what started all of this. you weren't even sure on what to call each other. a couple? partners? taerae would never give an exact answer to it either which killed you on the inside.
it wasn't uncommon for you two to kiss and cuddle each other. clearly signalling that this was more than just a friendship. there were even times that you made out in his car and had lots of physical touch with his hands all over you.
it came to the point where you were just ready to reveal how you feel about taerae and how much you wanted to get rid of the whole situationship title and just be a couple. but then something else happened that changed everything...
"what?" you said, taerae giggled while looking off in the field that you were both sitting in.
"yeah me and them have been hanging out a lot, i like them a lot. they seem pretty nice and chill." even though he was describing them as just a friend, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy each time he spoke positively about the person.
"oh so...are you meeting up with them again?" he eagerly nodded, "yeah! today actually. they asked if i wanted to go to the movies with them."
your face dropped, "the movies? what are you going to see?" his smile got even wider.
"the barbie movie! i know we were supposed to see it but they really wanted to and were begging me all day to go see it together."
you nodded, trying to make it seem like you were fine. "that sounds great! i'm glad your having fun with them." taerae then got up to leave as you knew he had to go meet up with them.
"right! i'll let you know what i think of it. see ya!" and there he went, running off to the parking lot. as you sat alone, lots of thoughts swirling your brain. the amount of time he's reduced with you to be with them has taken a toll on you. your worries of him not caring about you as much got the best of you.
what's worse is that you actually bought tickets to see that exact movie with him. you were planning on telling him today but it seems that he was already seeing it with them. how great. in the end, you called matthew and asked if he wanted to see it with you and luckily he was thrilled to go.
(next day)
lunch was difficult to endure as taerae began talking nonstop about how much fun he had watching the movie with his friend. you were constantly thinking of how great it would've been if you saw it with him instead.
in an attempt to get him to stop mentioning his friend, you abruptly spoke up.
"well i'm watching it today with matthew!" you smirked. his face dropped as his brows furrowed.
"what? with matthew?" you nodded, "i originally wanted to go see it with you but seeing as you already went with them, i asked matt and he was cool with it!"
you noticed how taerae's facial expression changed drastically compared to his enthusiasm before. if he wanted to go with someone else, you'll do the same back.
"have fun then...do you want me to pick you up?" you shook your head, "it's fine. matthew can drive me." with only five minutes left until your next class begins, you kissed taerae gently on the cheek.
"i'll see you later!" you waved goodbye.
that afternoon, you ended up having a blast with matthew at the movie theatre. you both wore pink clothing and were enjoying every moment of the film. matthew's reaction to every scene made the experience great too.
when the movie finally wrapped up, you walked out and were having a conversation with him about the movie when you noticed taerae's car sitting in the parking lot.
"huh? is that taerae's car?" you pointed at it, matthew also noticed.
"oh..it is. but what is he doing here?" just then taerae emerged from the vehicle and made his way towards the two of you.
"hello my love and matthew. how was the film?" his arms were crossed, you could tell he was trying to look intimidating.
"it was awesome! the soundtrack was so good as well as the storyline. i honestly want to see it again!" matthew nodded in agreement.
"but what are you doing here?" matthew asked. taerae slightly chuckled, "well i was thinking of dropping (name) home."
"oh well i have my car here too!" taerae disregarded matthew's words and held your hand. "it's fine. they were going to stay at my place anyways."
matthew seemed to fall for it and waved goodbye to you, heading to the direction of his car. taerae smirked and guided you to his car, letting you sit at the front with him.
when you two got in, you already felt the tension begin to grow. the last time you were in his car, you were in the backseat making out in a parking lot.
"i thought you knew that matthew was taking me home." you blinked. taerae seemed frustrated with his hand gripping at his hair.
"i did. i just..." he stopped midway and stared directly at you, "let my feeling get the most of me." you were still puzzled.
"what do you-" just then you felt his lips touch yours and he cupped your cheek, you allowed him to do so and kissed back gently. right after he pulled away, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.
"i realized how you must've felt with me going to watch the movie without you. i'm so sorry for neglecting you these past days, but now i can't do this situationship anymore. i want a real relationship with you, you me as a couple."
your eyes widened and lit up. this was all you wanted to hear for the past few months! it felt so unreal in the moment that you wanted to slap yourself to see if you were dreaming.
"k-kim taerae, are you being serious?" you managed to blurt out. he nodded then pulling you into his arms.
"oh, i am. hundred percent. just say yes so i can finally be yours." he mumbled with his deep voice. your body melted into his touch and at his words.
"yes, yes, yes, yes! i'll be yours!" you exclaimed, kissing him. with his dimples now revealed, he couldn't stop smiling and blushing as he took glances at you. taerae pulled away from the hug to let you sit more comfortably.
"day one?" he put his pinky out. you giggled and intertwined your pinky with his, "day one."
"great now let's home and cuddle, i've been waiting for you all afternoon." he started the car and began driving out of the parking lot with one hand, the other holding onto yours.
you then realized what he just said, "w-what? have you been sitting here ever since i went inside with matthew?!"
"maybe, maybe not." he looked the other way, avoiding eye contact with you. you kissed his hand, "your crazy kim taerae."
"yeah crazy for you." your rolled your eyes, "just take me home so we can cuddle."
"whatever you say, my love."
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meenawrites · 1 year
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Spider Modern AU cause I can't help myself
I've seen so many people doing this and I love so much so I shall be participating as well. I'll also be doing other characters but this post is dedicated to Spider rn. I should really be working on my finals rn but here I am.
Spider is 100% a theater kid. Like no question about it. This kid can sing, he can dance, he can do gymnastics. He's the theatre troupe's pride and joy honestly, he's always pulling big stunts that wow the audience. This also ties into his love of storytelling in general so of course he's a theatre kid. Which ALSO means a lot of his playlist is musical songs cause.. ya know, obviously. I'd imagine Kiri actually secretly gave him access to her Spotify so he'd got access to premium (secret meaning everybody but Neytiri knows tbh). 
I think Spider actually does pretty well academically. He's a fast learner and his brain absorbs things like a sponge so once he understands a concept, it's all A's for him. It kind of pisses Kiri off how smart he is without trying sometimes, but she's also super proud of him for proving his haters (and her mom) wrong. 
This kid is the Anti-Bully of the school. He sees anyone bullying anyone and he's already aiming a punch at their face. Because of that, he's kind of seen as the protector of underclassmen and targets in general so he's pretty well liked generally, except for by the traditionally popular kids. Also not super popular with parents cause all that really sticks in their heads is violent Tarzan kid. He kind of stops with the physical violence once Kiri expresses her worry for him and how she doesn't want him to just blindly resort to violence all the time. But then he starts making comments to bullies that piss them off equally so there's no real winning for him here lol.
I think Spider likes working with his hands a lot so on top of acting in theatre, he also comes up with and constructs a lot of things for set and they always look incredible. 
Also, inspired by @be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie 's latest post, he joins the cheer team in solidarity with Lo'ak because he wants to get close to Tsireya. Refer to her post for more detail on that, I reblogged it if that helps. 
Despite being a year older than both Neteyam and Kiri, Spider and Neteyam actually share a lot of classes because Neteyam is a star student and skipped a grade. Kiri could probably also skip a grade if she wanted to, but her head's a little too in the clouds during classtime for any of her teachers to recommend it, even if she does get good grades. 
Spider still has his hair long, though I'm not sure if he would let it just endlessly keep growing or he would trim it here and there to his shoulders just to manage the curls a bit. I imagine his hair grows pretty fast so maybe once a year he chops it back to his shoulders and in like three months it's already almost to his elbows. He's gotten pretty good at braiding though, so when he can't be bothered to put effort into maintaining his curls, he just brushes his hair violently and braids it all in like dutch braids or other complicated hairstyles. The girls' soccer team probably starts recruiting him to braid their hair before games (based on my own experience lmao).
On a more serious note with his home situation... I think as a kid he was probably passed through multiple foster homes and all of them kind of said that he's too much for them. Then he ends up with the McCoskers and while they're not ideal they never say anything like that or try to get rid of him (yes they neglect him but seeing how he was treated before and they're not kicking him out, he's okay with them just giving him a place to stay). At least I'd imagine until maybe something big happens like he overworks himself or something and who notices other than the new family in town? The Tonowari family. And then they swoop in and are like 'mine now' and Spider's just like what? Unconditional love? A home where they notice I'm gone? Where I don't have to find my own food? What is this?
BUT IF TRUDY LIVED: so I imagine as a kid he'd still maybe be passed through the foster system a little, but Trudy is invested in his well-being, she's just still convinced there's some couple out there who'd be better for Spider overall until she sees all of them rejecting this perfect kid and she's like screw it and screw my own problems, I'll work through them for this kid but I'm taking him. And he's a happy boy thank you very much, loves his mama to death. 
I'll probably have stuff to add eventually but take this for now. 
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could you write something about younger artist feeling insecure or self conscious? and the boys/muna whoever helps her feel better?
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BLURB - muna (mainly naomi), boygenius & younger artist! - helping them feel better (short)
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- ya is someone who is quite shy. take this as a scenario where boygenius is on tour and you and muna are opening for them. getting to know muna was awesome. katie, naomi and jo are awesome people, yet you still feel a little shy around them.
- mainly because out of the 6 musicians. you’re the youngest out of them all with the least / littlest amount of experience.
- listening to muna do their soundcheck and it just honestly wasn’t a good day/ woke up on the wrong side of the bunk. anxious and shit. you started to spiral and compare which you knew was bad.
- you are your own independent artist. yet you couldn’t stop the thoughts from rambling in your head. you weren’t sure why the boys wanted you on tour alongside muna. maybe they should’ve just had muna instead.
- it must’ve been naomi who seen ya and came over like “hey!” but seeing them kinda lost in thought, fidgeting kinda anxious immediately warning signs. it has naomi being like “why don’t we get some coffee huh?” arm draped across ya’s shoulder and leading reader away.
- naomi and ya just going to get coffee at this cafe across the venue. naomi sending a txt into the gc like ‘yeah we’re just getting coffee, be back in a bit
- maybe reader and naomi aren’t as close but naomi worries.
- given the talk by phoebe. “they are literally 19. be nice, it’s a child”
- naomi being a little bit awkward but starting the convo off like “so how’s tour been?” and eases into a smaller conversation about what happened earlier after their soundcheck set
- “you seemed a little anxious during our set. you sure you’re ok?” and readers like “i just feel like i’m awful- the music i make is shit-“ and naomi doesn’t even let reader finish
- naomi stopping reader like “no. no we’re not doing this today. i know where this is heading snd we’re not going to spiral today”
- naomi spending a few minutes to talk reassuring words to reader (i am very tired my brain won’t cooperate rn so expand on it)
- reader being like :( and naomi is like “i’m not trying to lecture you or anything. in this music industry, you can’t let those thoughts effect you like that, kid”
- getting to chat and talk about life with naomi for a little bit longer before having to go back inside for the show. meeting the boys and the rest of muna. all of them worried and concerned but ya shrugging it off. you didn’t want to talk more about it. whatever you talked about with naomi was enough. you didn’t wanna worry the rest of the members
- phoebe who i would say knows your the most well outta everyone there is like “are you sure you’re ok?” and you’re like “i’m fine i promise..” and phoebe who is like i can smell bullshit but she leaves it go for now
- naomi talking with katie and jo about it. just worrying about you. of course they aren’t readers babysitter but the thought of someone so young in the industry feeling anxious and worried / self conscious over their work. of course it’s gonna worry them too.
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