#black yn writing prompt

[adiraargent]

Acts Of Love with the Slytherins

Just cute lil love things the Slytherins do in a relationship :p Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff No gender/pronouns mentioned :)

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

It was a tender gesture, a simple yet affectionate act that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Their fascination with the tip of your nose was a subtle adoration, a peculiar fondness that made your heart flutter.

They adored the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, a charming sight that drew them closer each time. So, without fail, they'd capture that precise moment, when your laughter subsided, and your eyes sparkled with joy, to press a delicate kiss upon the tip of your nose.

For you, it was an endearing habit, a delightful quirk that always brought a smile to your face. You felt their love encapsulated in each gentle peck, a silent declaration of their affection that resonated deep within you.

There was something magical about the way their lips brushed against the bridge of your nose, a tender touch that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a gesture reserved just for you, a whispered promise of love and devotion.

In the quiet moments, as they shared stolen glances and exchanged smiles, they'd reach for you, their fingertips tracing the contours of your face until they rested at the tip of your nose. With a soft smile gracing their lips, they'd lean in, planting the gentlest kiss, leaving your heart aflutter and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

You cherished these moments, these intimate exchanges that spoke of tenderness and adoration. Their affectionate gesture became an intimate language, a secret code between you both, a symbol of your unwavering love.

Through laughter and tears, amidst conversations and silent gazes, those kisses on the tip of your nose became your unique signature, an unspoken vow of devotion that bound your hearts together.

It was in those tender moments, in those sweet, innocent kisses, that you found a love that transcended words, a love that whispered, "I choose you, every single day."

Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Jasper Rowle, Blaise Zabini

zipping or buttoning your jacket for you

In the subtle acts of care and consideration, there were many small gestures between the two of you that you did to show your love for each other. Among these, there was a charming habit they found endearing—a quiet act of tending to your jacket, zipping or buttoning it up with delicate attention.

It was a routine that unfurled naturally. Whenever you both ventured out into the crisp, chilly air, they'd reach over, their fingers deftly fastening the zipper or securing the buttons of your jacket. Their touch was gentle, a tender caress along the fabric, enveloping you in warmth.

For them, it was more than a practical gesture. It was a moment of intimacy, a demonstration of their care that resonated deeply within you both. You found solace in the way they paid attention to the details, ensuring you were shielded from the biting cold.

In those fleeting moments, as their nimble fingers worked the buttons or the zipper, there was an unspoken language shared between them. It was a language of tenderness and affection, a silent symphony that echoed your love.

Your appreciated their thoughtfulness, the way they embraced the task with utmost care. Their attentiveness conveyed a sense of protection, a promise to shield you from the harshness of the world outside.

The act itself was simple, yet in its simplicity, it held profound meaning. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to your unspoken bond that transcended the ordinary.

In the soft click of a zipper or the gentle clasp of buttons, you both found a silent reassurance—a reminder that you'd both always be there for each other, tending to the small details.

Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Daphne Greengrass, Marcus Flint, Barty Crouch Jr

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

They enjoy a tender act of gently brushing away crumbs from your cheeks when you indulge in your favourite treats together.

It became an unspoken ritual, an intimate gesture that whispered volumes of their affection since they weren't a major fan of pda, but this was simple and almost a reflex. Whenever you savoured a meal, be it a slice of cake or a handful of cookies, they'd delicately sweep away the lingering crumbs from your cheeks.

For you, it was more than a practical act. It was a manifestation of their tenderness, a silent declaration of their care that resonated deeply within. In those fleeting touches, you felt cherished, as if each crumb they dusted away carried their unwavering devotion.

In the soft brush of their fingertips against your skin, there was an unspoken language shared between you both—a language of love, warmth, and familiarity. It was in these seemingly mundane moments that your bond flourished, each crumb a testament to your shared laughter and shared meals.

You cherished their gentle actions, the way they attended to the small details with unwavering care. Their tenderness spoke of a desire to ensure your comfort, even in the simplest of situations.

The act itself was subtle, yet in its subtlety, it held a profound significance. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to the tenderness and consideration that defined your relationship.

In the act of softly dusting away crumbs from your cheeks, you both found an unspoken promise—a promise to be there for each other, attending to the minute details and sharing moments of love, one tender gesture at a time.

Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier

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[martine-the-demon]

Used @futuremrsreid Smut prompt for this but no smut. Lol but it’s highly suggestive so mdni! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything so apologies if it is rough around the edges. Please comment if you like :)

Marc is very possessive in this and the other moon boys are mentioned. Y/n is black ! 

89. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

You were dressed and ready to go out dancing with your friends. Your braids went down your back and ended at your waist and you had a fresh set of lashes. And your outfit was stellar. You had on a tiny black tube dress that just ended at your butt and hugged every curve. You turned to the side and admired the way your butt filled out the dress.

“Marc—babe I’m heading out now.” You called out bending down to lace up your hot pink string heels

“What time are you gonna be back?” He asked in response. He was lounging in the living room. He had Fleetwood Mac spinning on the record player while he nursed a beer.

You came click clacking out in your pink heels, tiny dress and long braids and leaned down to give Marc a kiss on the cheek. “Around 3AM ish—I gotta run though my Uber is 5 minutes away.” In the rushed nature of the kiss you gave Marc in addition to you fumbling around in your purse to ensure you had everything a night out with the girls required you missed Marc’s jaw on the floor.

His eyes trailed up from your feet clad in heels, to your thick thighs up to your behind which was barely covered by the tiny piece of cotton you were attempting to pass as a dress. From your butt he admired the way your waist curved inward and flared out to your wide hips,further up he found himself licking his lips at how your breasts spilled slightly over the neckline of your dress.

Then his jaw tensed. You and the girls were going clubbing. There were bound to be countless guys out who would be checking for a girl as sexy as you. The outfit did nothing but excentuate your sex appeal. Men would come to you like sailors drawn to a siren. Right before you said your final goodbye Marc cut you off

“Wait—no. You are not going out in that outfit.”

“Marc—what do you mean? My Uber is—“

“Listen, I don’t care about the Uber you are not going out dressed like that. Especially not without me.” He said more firmly.

“You’re not invited. It’s girls night” you said. “Babe I really don’t have time—“

Marc then got up and stalked over to you. You both were now chest to chest and he towered over you. You looked up. The glitter eye shadow you had caught the low lights of the living room. Marc ran his fingers up your bare thighs and then grabbed a handful of your ass pulling you in the process so you were flush against him. He took a deep inhale of your YSL perfume and relished in the feeling of your breasts pressing against him.

“You look too good…I don’t want any other men looking at you.” He murmured into your neck breathing you in.

You found yourself beginning to rock against him. Your mutual attraction had you to pulling even closer together like highly charged magnets. You rubbed your lips together and closed your eyes tightly. You pushed your Freshly manicure hands on his chest and pushed away.

“Baby-the girls are expecting me. And this is perfectly acceptable clubbing attire.” You did a spin so he could get a 360 of your dress. “I’m fine as I am.”

“Your braids are longer than your dress.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Marc—“

“And it’s acceptable attire if your going out to look for guys to hook up with. Last time I checked you have a 3-in-1 package deal going on.” He said reminding you of his alters. You smiled thinking of your other boys. Steven and Jake did keep you busy. Marc walked back up to you and trailed his nose up from your shoulder to your jaw. “And you smell to sweet to be going anywhere without me…” You felt your body involuntary tremble at the feeling of this stuble. Then your phone vibrated notifying you that your driver was less than 2 minutes away.

“Marc-“ you began. But he slipped his hand into your purse and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Like I said fuck the Uber. Stay home so I can take you out of this dress or change into something else.” He ran his tounge along your jaw. At that your heart rate jump started. “Jake and Steven think the same. You look to good to go anywhere without us…stay home and maybe if your lucky we’ll all take care of you tonight.”

“The three of you?” You breathlessly asked. The boys have worked out a system so they can have full days in the body. Only occasionally will the switch back and forth or will someone ‘take’ the body on. Even more rarely will they do it when you sleep with them. But every time they did it while you were intimate it left something to fondly remember.

“Mmmh.” Marc affirmed kissing your jaw. He then pulled your leg up and hoisted it on his hip. You leaned against the wall for further support. He ran his leg up your thigh. Then gave it a slight slap. “Look at this fucking leg—“ Marc groaned aloud “I could bite it.”

You caught each other’s eyes. With his other hand he cradled your face. You leaned forward and kissed him. Deeply. You licked his lower lip and he worked his tounge into your mouth in response. The kiss became filthy. All saliva, tounge, lip gloss and groans. But he suddenly pulled away.

“Stay home.” He said firmly.

“O-okay.” You eagerly agreed. The two of you continue your kiss and moved into the bedroom. In the back of your mind you were glad that you charged the now missed Uber to his card rather than your own.

#moon knight #drabble #writing prompt #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon bois #mcu #yn #y/n #black reader #marc spector x black reader #steven grant x black reader #Jake Lockely x black reader #black y/n

[shelbydelrey]

Ultraviolence Album Prompts for my 400 Followers Celebration

To help ya'll with your requests i took some lines from Lana's music that you can use it as prompts! Feel free to add an scenario or an specific scene that you like me to write about.

In case you're lost here's the POST with the celebration rules.

Shades of Cool

"And when he calls, he calls for me and not for you

He lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby too"

"He prays for love, he prays for peace, and maybe someone new"

Sad Girl

"Being a mistress on the side

It might not appeal to fools like you"

"Watch what you say to me

Careful who you're talking to"

Pretty When You Cry

"Am I the girl that you dream of?"

Fucked My Way Up To The Top

"I'm a dragon, you're a whore" (ok, this line doesn't make any sense but i love it so here we go)

#400 followers #prompts #writing prompts #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x fem! reader #tommy shelby x fem reader #tommy shelby x black reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x yn #tommy shelby x y/n #lana del rey #lana del rey lyrics #lana del rey ultraviolence #ultraviolence

[drghostwrite]

Voting tie, well kinda

So I didn’t expect the Nat/Maria option to come in second so I have to have y’all pick lol

Not sure what y’all want and I write for you to enjoy 😉…so please leave ideas or prompt suggestions in the comments!!

I am also working on two other winning votes so they should go up within 24 hours from now and then I’ll start this one.

#marvel x reader #x yn #natasha x reader #maria hill x reader #black widow x reader #mcu #the avengers #maria hill #writing prompt #story ideas

[jae-bummer]

A Little Air

Request: Hi! I just discovered your account and I wanted to tell you that I LOVE the way you write,I´m kinda embarrassed to ask for this tho- I wanted to ask you if you could do prompt 8 with Bangchan,like someone introduces him to YN and uses thoses lines and then she falls in love or something like that? idk if I explained well,but I would really appreciate if you did this! ♡

Prompt:

8) "He has tired dad energy." "He doesn't have kids." "Still a DILF."

Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Parties weren't really your thing.

And that's okay! Parties didn't need to be your thing. You much preferred things that were your thing. Coffee dates, reading books, going out to check the mail to say you saw sunlight that day. All of these were excellent things, and they were yours.

Your best friend, Bee, on the other hand, had very different things, such as parties.

And that's why you had been dragged to this one.

She tried to frame it as an "intimate get together," but upon arriving, you hadn't realized that nearly 40-50 people sharing a space was considered "intimate."

Glaring up at her, you tried to imagine small daggers flying from your pupils and into the side of her cheek. You didn't want to actually harm her, as they were very tiny, inconsequential daggers, but you wanted to have them annoy her, just like you were annoyed.

"You okay?" she hummed, her eyes constantly scanning the room around her. "You look like you have something in your eye."

You did. It was called revenge. "Why am I heeeere?"

"Because you're my best friend and I enjoy your company," she nodded, finally deigning to look your way.

Your expression remained deadpan as she burst into laughter. "What?"

"This is cruel and unusual punishment," you pouted, attempting to cross your arms with your drink still in your hand.

"Oh, come oooon!" she gasped. "It's not so bad! We're in the corner of the room, away from everyone, people watching. You love people watching!"

The bitch had you there.

"Hey, you two!" a familiar voice tugged at your attention. Looking over, a mutual friend was shuffling over.

"Hey, Eunji," you and Bee responded, one of you obviously much more enthusiastic than the other.

"What are you guys doing tucked away over here?" she asked, settling in at your opposite side.

"Reading the room," Bee grinned. "You know a lot of these people better than we do, so I have to ask...who is that?"

"Wasting no time on pleasantries," Eunji laughed. "Getting right into the important stuff, I see."

Motioning with her eyes, you followed Bee's line of sight until you too were looking at her subject of interest. It was not surprising in the least that this guy had snagged her attention. He was occupying one end of a velvet couch, sleepily following the conversation of the two men standing in front of him. Man-spread in an oddly desirable way, he held a drink by the edge of the rim in between his knees, his pose completely relaxed. Dressed from head to toe in black, you were surprised to admit that he made eye bags work. You had never seen someone look so tired and simultaneously hot at the same time.

"His name is Bang Chan," Eunji continued.

"He has tired dad energy," you murmured to no one in particular.

"He doesn't have kids," Eunji snorted, joining you in your ogling.

"Don't care," Bee said, shaking her head. "Still a DILF."

"Oh god," you gasped, immediately turning your attention elsewhere. You had been spotted. He was now looking at the three of you looking at him.

Bee continued to stare, a small smile on her lips. "I think you should talk to him, Y/N."

"I'm sorry, I should what?" you gasped, turning sharply to face your friend.

"Why not?" she asked, tilting her head. "He is very much your type."

"He is very much everyone's type!" you snapped. "Have you seen him?"

"I'm about to see him even better," she grinned. "He's coming this way."

Fuck.

Sure as shit, as soon as you turned your head back in his direction, you saw that he had stood and said his goodbyes to the men he had previously been talking to.

It may have been your imagination, but time seemed to slow as he strolled toward you. The sound of birds chirping and a few "sha la la's" could be heard playing in the distance.

"Excuse me," he said, much more cheerfully than you had anticipated. "I thought I'd come over and introduce myself. My name is Chris."

"Hi, Chris," the three of you chimed, clearly all taken aback.

This caused him to breath in a laugh, exposing you to his devastating smile. A spark danced in his eyes as he looked to each of your friends before settling his attention on you.

"We were just going to grab another drink," Bee interrupted, grabbing hold of Eunji's wrist. "You two want anything?"

"You haven't finished your first drink," you said in an attempt to get your friends to stay. You knew what they were doing, and you didn't appreciate it one bit.

"I want something different," Bee snapped back before shooting an awkward smile at Chan.

Before you could even blink, your friends disappeared into the throng of partygoers. Slowly turning back toward your newest acquaintance, you tried to come up with something thoughtful to say.

"How'd you end up here?" you blurted out instead.

Chan smiled easily again, watching you as if you were entertaining him. "This is my friend's apartment. What about you?"

"I was dragged here by the one who suddenly felt parched," you grumbled.

"Dragged?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"I'm not great at parties," you admitted, looking away from him in embarrassment. "I'm not great at...conversing or the whole...people thing."

"I think you're doing just fine," he cooed, his tone somehow comforting AND seductive. "But I totally understand. It can get to be really overwhelming."

You'd been talking for about twelve seconds, and he got it. Why didn't your friends get it?

"Do you want to get some air?" he asked, seeming to notice how stiff you were. "I have special balcony privileges."

"I'm talking with a VIP then?" you smirked.

"The V-est of the IPs," he grinned. Remaining silent, you realized he was waiting for your answer, not just assuming you wanted to go with him.

Well, that was refreshing. "I wouldn't mind stepping outside for a bit."

"Great," he nodded. Turning away from you, he began walking toward the opposite side of the apartment, parting the sea of people effortlessly. Almost forgetting to follow behind, you were shocked back into reality when he looked over his shoulder and intertwined your fingers in his.

Trying to remind yourself to remain calm, your heart skipped a beat, nonetheless.

You wouldn't normally go anywhere with a strange man you had met at a party, but there was just something about Chan that put you at ease. It was hard to explain, but his whole vibe was soft and comfortable. Like a human version of a hug.

Plus, there were more than enough people here to act as witnesses if he happened to push you off of the balcony.

Guiding you down a hallway and through a bedroom, Chan opened up a set of clear glass doors before stepping outside. As soon as the cold night air hit your face, you felt your body begin to relax.

"It's so quiet out here," you murmured, dropping Chan's hand and moving to stand at his side. You instantly regretted breaking the contact but were much too awkward to act normally if you maintained it.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he hummed, resting his forearms against the railing. "Hyunjin has a lot of these parties. This balcony has become an excellent hide out for when things get to be too much."

"Sounds like you're quite the party animal," you joked, pushing playfully at his shoulder with yours.

"Hardly!" he grinned. "I have a lot of friends, so I know I have some social skills, but I prefer to not be in a party setting. Don't get me wrong, it's fine sometimes, but I'd much rather hang out with people I'm already close with than be forced to meet new people."

Ouch, so much for being a human hug.

Instantly realizing his mistake, Chan jerked his head up and spun toward you. "No, no, no, no," he repeated quickly. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you're lovely. I mean...I should probably just stop talking, shouldn't I?"

Letting out a huffed laugh, it was your turn to lean on the balcony and stare into the city below. "It wasn't personal."

"It really wasn't," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, really mucked up that one, didn't I?"

"It did not win you any gold stars."

Throwing himself beside you again, he tilted his face to gaze at you. "Forgive me?"

"Already forgiven," you hummed. Chancing a look his way, you offered a small smile. "It's easy when I hardly know you."

"Very valid point," he nodded. Letting the air settle into silence, it was a few minutes before he finally spoke again. "Would you let me know you?"

"Sorry?" you asked, not sure if you heard him clearly. "Weren't you just saying you didn't like meeting new people?"

"That may be a slight twist on what I said," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "But that was before."

"And now?"

"And now I'm on the balcony with someone who is clearly out of my league and I'm floundering for any type of brownie points," he smiled shyly.

"Out of," you stammered. "Out of your league?"

He started chuckling again. "You're doing a great job at repeating things I've said."

Shaking your head, you tried to work out his meaning. "Like you're doing charity work?"

"Whoa," he breathed, furrowing his brows. "No, like you're likely too good for me."

"I think..." you paused, the information slowly seeping into your understanding. Did he really think that? "Someone hit you on the head very hard and you aren't thinking straight."

This caused Chan to choke out a surprised laugh. "Come oooon. You know who is the attractive one on this balcony."

"Pfft," you snorted. "Sure, Chris."

A shiver rippled across your shoulders, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself. What had once been an energizing chill had turned much cooler as the night stretched on.

Noticing this, Chan cocked a brow before he began biting his lip. Your eyes immediately zeroed in on the motion, trying to remember to breathe through something so simply sexy.

"Do you mind if I-" he began, motioning with his arms.

You weren't exactly sure what he was getting at, but at this point, he could likely do whatever he wanted with you, and you'd still thank him for the opportunity. Giving a weak nod, you were surprised when he pivoted you to face the city again and wrapped his arms around you. Bracing his hands on the balcony railing, he sandwiched you in between the metal and the front of his torso.

Sure, you were immediately warmed by his close proximity, but you were also that much closer to passing out. Being in this range, he was even more intoxicating than he had been before.

"Better?" he cooed; his breath heavy in your ear.

"Much," you squeaked, trying to remain calm.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he let out a light sigh. "You never answered me."

Suddenly every question he had asked tonight flew from your brain. "What did you ask?"

"Would you let me know you?"

You thought you were going to swallow your tongue. "I'd like you to."

"Good," he cooed. "I look forward to it then."

Man, you'd have to send Bee an edible arrangement after this. Who knew you'd like parties after all?

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[alonetimelover]

"I can't stop thinking of you" for Harry maybe?

Also, your writing is really so so great🫶

"I can't stop thinking of you."

pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader

summary: YN and Harry had loved each other for months. The thing was, none of them was brave enough to admit it. So what happened when Harry found the courage and YN made a mistake the night before?

word count: ~1,4k

warnings: mentions of sex (nothing explicit), angst!, heartbreak, and some feels from Harry

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting and your lovely words!

blurb weekend prompts blurb#1

booktuber!reader: part 1 part 2

Well, YN never was good with dealing with her emotions. There were always two options: run from it or make a decision that you’d regret the next day. She tried to take option one all the time, but making mistakes was engraved in her life story (like in anybody else’s). Lately, or should it be said, yesterday, she made a mistake she felt was going to ruin her most valuable relationship - her friendship with Harry. 

“YN, please. Don’t tell me you went home with him,” her best friend screamed into the phone. 

YN looked over her shoulder, gazing at the man sleeping in her bed. The duvet was placed over his lower body, exposing his muscular back painted with black tattoos. His curly hair was splayed across one of her least favourite cushions, creating a brown nest. In a good way. 

“And what if I did?”

“Did you look at him even once last night?!”

She moved out of the bedroom, closing the door after herself, so as to not disturb the sleeping man. 

“Of course I did,” she scoffed. 

“So you know what you did.”

YN sighed into her phone. Of course, she knew what she did.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

YN moved around the kitchen taking things out of the cabinets and fridge to make some breakfast. She started her newly bought express, needing some caffeine. If she was going to get through this phone call, she needed as much help as she could get. Well, then she would need to face the man from the bedroom, but it was a task for a ‘future her’. 

“You slept with Harry’s doppelganger!”

Right. In her bed was a sleeping 6 feet tall man with darkish brown hair and tattoos almost all over his body. In the club last night, she couldn’t distinguish more details than those, but she needed something, someone to help her forget him. The appearance closer to someone she was attracted to was just a plus. 

When the lights were illuminating the man's face she knew how ironic it all was. His cheekbones were high and sharp just as his jawline perfectly accented. The dimples deep into his cheeks whenever he was sending her that white smile. And those green eyes. Right there, she deep down knew he wasn’t there to help her forget about Harry. No. He was there to somehow be him, to make her feel as if he could ever be hers.

“They look nothing alike,” YN lied, sipping her coffee, cursing after burning her tongue. “Fuck.”

“You’re either blind or delusional. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You’re very supportive, babe.”

“I’m not going to support whatever you’re trying to do. It’s a mistake, YN. Trust me.”

“How do you know?” She raised her voice. “Maybe it’s good for me. I slept with him, it was great. And now I can forget about Harry and move on with my life.”

“You can forget about Harry?”

“Easy. Done.” 

YN placed the coffee mug on the counter with a thud, spilling half of it. She really was over the talk. She decided to have sex with that man, and she did. She didn’t regret it and didn’t lie about it being great. The man, Henry (yes, she knew fate was really messing with her) treated her right. She had a very good night. It was all about the consequences. She didn’t want them to become clean. And all the talk she was having was writing those mistakes with black ink on paper. 

“Is it? Is it that easy to forget about the man you’ve been in love with for months?”

There it was, period on paper. 

And before she could answer anything, there was a sound of knocking echoing through her flat. 

“I need to go. Someone’s at the door. Can we please meet up today?”

“Of course. My place at 5. You bring wine, I make dinner.”

“Okay. Love you, bye.”

After hearing the good bye back, YN moved across the room and towards the door. After unlocking it, having made sure that her bathrobe was covering everything it could, she opened the door. 

Fuck you, fate. 

“YN.”

“Ha- Harry. Hi. Uhm, what are you doing here?”

Now, she felt even more exposed. Couldn’t it be her noisy neighbour or the courier with the delivery she had been waiting for for days? 

“Well,” he started slowly, immediately halting in thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. Can I come in?”

“It’s really not the best time.”

Puzzles had been slowly being put together in his brain. After waking up today and seeing YN’s post on instagram he felt part of his heart breaking. He covered his feelings for her deep inside, praying for them to never come up. He put on the role of a best friend and was proud of it. He could never jeopardise that friendship. YN was somebody that he knew his soul was searching for. 

“I just need a few minutes.” 

“Maybe during lunch? At that bistro you’d talked about?”

“YN, please.” 

He knew that if he didn’t say anything right now, he’d never do it. When the courage was still in his veins, he had to use it. Whatever would follow, that would be his fate. 

“I can’t stop thinking of you. You’re in my mind when I wake up, looking up at the ceiling you sprayed with that wine, thinking that I should really paint it. You’re in my mind when I make breakfast, because of that time when we were doing it together and you got the email about your grandad’s shop being sold to you. It always makes me smile, thinking how happy you were at that moment. You’re in my mind when I’m driving down to Chesire, pointing out all the yellow doors you were so infatuated by, when you drove to mum’s with me. You’re in my mind when I fall asleep, remembering how many times I held you in my arms and felt whole. And- and I can’t do any of those without thinking of you. You’re engraved in my mind. In my heart.”

Harry took a deep breath and finally looked at YN. Her eyes were glossy, looking at him with that look he could never distinguish and put in any category. The one thing he admitted to not know about her - that look. 

Through his whole monologue she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She was in his mind. She was something that he couldn’t possibly forget. She was his. And that feeling, that love for him was beaming from her eyes. The look of love. 

“Harry, I-”

“You don’t need to say anything, really.” He started rambling, somehow embarrassed that he had let himself out like that. “You don’t need to say that you feel the same way. I can deal with rejection. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come.”

“No. Stay,” she said immediately, reaching for his hand. 

She felt the electricity going through Harry’s palm to hers and straight to her heart. She looked into his eyes, searching for any grain of doubt in his feelings, finding none. 

“Harry, I can’t express how long I’ve been waiting to tell you this.” She laughed, not believing that she was going to admit everything. “I lo-”

“YN?” 

Harry’s eyes moved from YN’s, landing at the source of the interruption. His hopeful eyes lost the spark in milliseconds. His smile faded and the grip of his fingers on hers, loosen. He was a fool, believing that she could feel the same. He felt betrayed. Even more when the stranger turned around and locked his eyes with Harry. 

Harry took a step back, diverting his eyes from the man and then back to YN. Puzzles were tossed on the ground and with each second stepped on, losing colour and making the outlines unreadable. 

YN looked over her shoulder, seeing Henry standing near her couch in nothing but his underwear. She wanted to think that ‘it couldn’t be happening right now’, but she knew better. The decisions she had made yesterday and regretted, backfired on her. The decision, which just now, was costing her the friendship she was so protective of. The love she was so afraid to fall into. It all was drifting away. 

“Harry,” YN whispered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. 

“It’s okay.” Words, like venom, were sipping out of his tongue. Even Harry didn’t like the way it sounded or the tone he used. “No need to explain. I think you have someone to get back to. Have a good day, YN.” 

And just like that he was gone. And so were their hopes that it all could have turned out the way they dreamed about. 

Fate really was heartless.

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[erodasfishtacos]

ik your saying no requests, i just really want to see your take on HSLOTRRY for this photo

⭐️MSG NIGHT VI⭐️

prompt: hus outfit inspires yn to want to do something a little different

warnings: smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was horny.

Can you blame her?

Her husband looked downright obscene in his denim vest and trousers, the hard work in the gym reflected on his abdominals and his biceps.

YN wanted to roleplay tonight.

They didn’t do it much, they usually weren’t patient enough for it but tonight, in that outfit, she really wanted to play.

She wanted to initiate it and so she scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and about half way through the set, YN asks one of the security to deliver it to the stage. *** ***

It takes a few minutes but Harry finally reaches down for the paper, taking it with him to where his water bottle is, taking a sip as he unravels it.

hiiii!

not sure if you’re single but if you’re looking for fun after the show, meet me at the bar at the hotel you’re staying at. im only in town for tonight :)

x

Harry’s brow furrows for a second, rereading it but then it clicks - his eyes dart over to his wife as she gives him a coy smirk.

He was totally into it.

-

YN made it a point to leave the venue before Harry, she was trying to get in the mindspace of being a random fan and not his wife.

She had butterflies in her stomach as she sat in a secluded booth in the hotel bar, she had ordered a Long Island to calm her nerves and was long the place was pretty empty.

YN knows she shouldn’t be nervous, it’s her husband when it boils down to it but it was mixed with excitement to see how this would pan out.

Was he going to play along?

Or was he going to come find her and just guide them back up to the hotel room because he’s tired from the show.

It’s about forty-five minutes later when he arrives, he’d showered and changed - which normally he changes into something comfortable like shorts and a hoodie, but he was dressed nicely in a black shirt and flared white trousers. **

As if for a date.

He was playing along.

Harry has the most charming, wide smile across his face when he arrives at the table, it was cocky and confident.

“Hello there, love. M’Harry,” He introduces himself like he’s not the most famous man on earth right now, he reaches out for her hand and kisses the back of it in greeting, “What’s your name?”

“YN,” YN responds shyly, moving over as he sits down, “I didn’t think you’d really come. I-it’s just you’re so-. I am just surprised you came.”

Harry’s stare is intense, twinkling in the light as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, “How could I say no to that note? You’re beautiful, pet. I figured you might have something to offer me.”

God, this shouldn’t be this hot.

He was acting like that entitled rockstar that he really wasn’t but it made her legs squeeze together as he orders a whiskey neat.

“Offer you?” YN repeats, her eyes dropping to the table but his fingers trace under her chin to bring her gaze back up.

“Darling, don’t act like you wanted to meet to discuss all of life’s deep meaning. You want to know what it’s like to fuck a rockstar, hm?” He murmurs lowly, he totally had his sex voice turned on, deeper than should be possible, accent drawn out.

“I-I,” YN trips up for a moment, her mind was getting hazy with her own arousal, “I just thought I’d try my luck with meeting you.”

“Am I wrong?” He insists between a sip of his liquor, “Did you want to come here for a conversation or for me to take you up to my room and give you a night you’ll get wet thinking about for the rest of your life?”

“Why did you agree?” She asks, dodging the question, she saw his fist clenching and unclenching on the table, she has to ignore his wedding ring.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need your conversation,” Harry chuckles meanly, “I didn’t come here for a date. I came here so that I can get your pretty lips on my cock.”

“You’re not very much of the gentleman media portrays you as,” YN points out, her heart rate was rising and she felt like she couldn’t sit still.

“I don’t need to be a gentleman when I have the numbers in my bank account and millions of girls lining up to fuck me. Plus, I’m not going to be a gentleman to you, that’s not what you really want.”

“I’m going to use you and you’ll thank me for it after,” He says it with such an arrogant edge, sitting back in his seat, spreading his legs until their knees bump - it makes her jolt, “Then maybe you’ll come back for another show at MSG and remember how good my cock felt in you as I sing for thousands.”

YN could barely keep her thoughts straight, already struggling to stay in character, she blinks rapidly, “I’ve never had a one night stand.”

Harry shrugs, dimples popping in his cheeks, “Darling, I’m getting bored of this back and forth. I’m not going to calm your nerves for you. Are you coming up with me or not?”

“I will, I want to,” YN replies with a deep inhale before pushing her drink glass away and gathering her purse.

“I know you do, desperate little thing,” He hums as he lays down a few bills on the table before getting out of the booth - security guards lingering in the background.

Harry doesn’t move to hold her hand or touch like he would if they weren’t playing but strides towards the elevators without a glance back - like he knows she’d follow like a puppy.

As soon as they step in the elevator, there’s a moment of silence before Harry is on her - his mouth crashing onto her and immediately gaining entrance as he swipes his tongue across hers.

He’s moving her back against the wall, his body weight heavy and pinning as his hand holds her jaw roughly as their mouths move - other hand moving up to squeeze her tits.

When the bell signals their floor, Harry’s taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway towards their suite.

With a swipe of a keycard, they’re in their beautiful suite - YN has to ignore her belongings scattered and act like she’s never been here.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry growls as he walks YN towards the entryway table, he swipes off the decorative bowl and lifts her until she’s sat on it.

He pushes her dress up her thighs like he can’t get her bare soon enough, separating her thighs, and standing in between them, “Get your tits out f’me.”

YN shimmies the straps off her arms before pushing down the cups of her dress and exposing her breasts in the chilled air.

“S’been a minute since I’ve seen tits this nice,” Harry remarks before he’s ducking down to wrap his mouth around one as his hands wander up her dress and grips her panties before yanking them down her thighs, “When’s the last time someone ate your cunt?”

Yesterday, when he did in the morning before they got out of bed - but they were acting.

“Um, maybe a year ago?” YN responds with quickened breath, she felt like she was going to drip onto the table

“Poor thing. I’ll give you a little treat, yeah?” He coos with a condescending edge, his fingers ghosting towards her inner thighs, “Then you owe me.”

“I thought you were this big bad rockstar, you’re all talk,” YN goads brattily because she knows it will get under his skin and it does.

She gasps when his hand comes around her throat, gripping it tightly enough her head lightly thunks against the wall with the force.

“You’re lucky,” He hisses through clench teeth, “You should feel honored I even looked your way. You want to see an asshole rockstar? I’m not giving you anything, get on your fucking knees.”

“That’s not fair,” YN huffs, it was good pressure around her neck, his rings cold against her warm skin and she misses it when he removed it to roughly handle her off the table.

Harry chuckles meanly as YN kneels in front of him, eyeing him with petulance as he undies his trousers and shoves them along with his briefs to pool at the floor before shedding his shirt as well.

YN never gets sick of him, how thick he is, the length of him - how pretty the swollen pink tip is when he’s really turned on, a bit of precome smeared and shiny on his shaft.

When she reaches up to grip him, he shakes his head and bats her away, voice gruff as he orders, “Hands behind your back. M’going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good maybe your cute little cunt.”

Her husband was so fucking hot.

YN blinks up to him with wide doe eyes, putting her hands behind her back and doing as he says obidently.

As she does so, her chest is popped out more and Harry can’t help himself to lean down and pinch at her nipples until she moans.

His hand comes to her hair, twining in until her skull aches from the pull as his other guides himself into her mouth slowly at first.

“Pinch my thigh if you need to stop,” Harry reminds her softly before pulling out until his tip is bumping at her wet lips and it smacks it against them a few times.

He doesn’t give her time to recover before he’s thrusting back inside at a shallow but fast pace that’s making her throat burn with pleasure and pain as she tries to keep up.

“Talkin’ it like a proper slut,” Harry praises as he pushes himself back in, further and a bit slower until her nose is bumping his neatly trimmed pubic hair and she’s struggling not to gag on the sheer size of him, “Glad I picked you out of the crowd.”

After one particular hard thrust that has YN sputtering a bit, she’s doesn’t have to pinch him because he’s already aware she needs a second.

As she tries to catch her breath, he leans over to kiss her harshly, his tongue is licking inside her mouth, as his hand sneaks down to her mound.

“Fuckin’ wet for me,” Harry hums in approval when he disconnects their lips, his fingers that have her slickness come to her lips before he’s pressing his fingers down on her tongue, “Taste good, pet?”

“Give me a little more than I’ll give you m’cock, okay?” He asks when he removes his fingers and grips himself again.

“Please, I want it. M’aching, I want it,” YN mewls when he ducks back down to land a smack to her folds, her thighs twitching from the sharp sting on her already swollen bud, “I want you.”

Something flashes on Harry’s eyes, it’s her husband and not this roleplay, he may be a good actor but he can’t hide his undying love for her.

He bends to kiss her once again but it was softer, not as aggressive - fingers wandering to pet nicely at her clit for a moment in a reminder he loves her.

Then he’s standing straight again and pats her cheek to open up and when she does, he spends a few more minutes taking what he wants.

His moans are melodic, low and raspy, he’s so lean that when he inhales his ribs become prominent against his golden skin before disappearing back behind the muscle.

YN whimpers a bit when Harry pulls back fully and steps away, a string of spit glistening before it breaks - his cocky shiny from her mouth, so hard it looked painful.

He is fucking gorgeous as he pants - his stomach muscles contracting and flexing with each breath, tattoos dancing.

Harry starts to walk away as YN stays where she is, knees starting to ache; confused to what’s going on until he’s looks over his shoulder and coos cockily, “C’mon puppy.”

YN stands up, legs a bit wobbly to follow him, she was feeling hazy with arousal and she was defiently in her subspace by this point.

Harry plops back onto the couch in the living are, legs spread and cock inviting as his hand scratching at his thigh before giving himself a tight stroke.

“Come sit on me,” Harry tells her and when she arrives in front of him, she straddles his waist and lets his length brushes between her wet folds making them both moan, “Should put on a condom s’you don’t try to pull a fast one on me but I want to fuck you bad enough to not care right now. Gonna let me put it in bare, sweetheart?”

YN doesn’t bother responding as she lifts up and sits down on him, the pleasant burn welcoming as he fills her completely, and she’s snug in his lap, plushy bum atop his strong, lean thighs.

“Gonna let you,” She murmurs belatedly as she begins to move, she was so ready to come that instead of riding him - YN was grinding her hips in small circles so he hit her spot and her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.

His hands move to squeeze the meat of her hip and encouraging the circles thats they’re making on him, her arousal dampening his balls and it’s making him fucking feral.

“Know you are, easy for me. Never had such a pretty pussy this wet,” Harry remarks as he watches his wife rut down on him, chasing her relief from being teased so much, he was dumbstruck by how strikingly beautiful she is.

He leans into to plant kisses across her sternum until lips find her peaked nipples again, teasing his teeth across them before wrapping his lips around them and pulling her down firmly into him until their skin’s smacking.

When Harry unseats her suddenly, YN protest in a kittenish tone instantly, “Please, H. M’so close, was gonna come for you, was being so good.”

That’s when he realized she dropped and that the roleplay was over, when she whines H like that, she needed her husband.

“Hush up, baby. M’going to give it to you, you’ve been such a good girl for me, yeah?” Harry coos but in his sincerest voice as he spreads her back on the couch until she’s laying down and wriggling for his touch.

Harry ducks down, licking a fat stripe from her core up to her clit - finding the swollen bud and suckling harshly as two fingers slip in to pet at her spot.

He doesn’t give her any breaks as she bucks her hips into his mouth and ruts down hard onto his tongue to get the friction she needs - making a mess of him as her desire rises even more.

“Oh, bunny. S’good, baby, s’good,” She moans loudly as her movements still and her thighs try to clench together as she comes but he forces them to stay spread as he nips at her puffy folds.

“Such a sweet lil’ wife for me,” Harry murmurs as he pops his head back up, pressing his slick lips to hers, “I love you so fucking much. You know that? Everything I ever want.”

He doesn’t let her ride it out before he’s moving up, tucking her thighs around his waist, and guiding his cock back inside her warm walls.

Harry starts a rough, persistent rhythm as his thumb stays glued on her clit to encourage another orgasm to crash over her despite her weak protests.

“S’too much,” YN argues as he circles her bud without mercy and she’s stuck between wanting more and being overstimulated.

“It’s not,” Harry chuckles breathlessly as he managing to nudge her spot on every odd thrust, “Give me one more, my love. Please, for me.”

YN nods as she feels her next orgasms building in the pit of her stomach, reaching up to pull Harry to her - it’s near euphoric when he moans into her mouth as he speeds up.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall over the edge, panting and exhausted as Harry flops down on top of her.

“So any chance you want a rockstar in your bed tomorrow night too?” Harry asks into her skin as he kisses up her jaw.

“I think I agreed to every night for the rest of my life based on the ring on my finger,” YN giggles happily as she hugs him closer.

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[violetszone]

Fashion King

Lewis x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You were going out to dinner with Lewis for Valentine's Day, but you were so stressed about what to wear because Lewis always dressed so well.Lewis helped you get dressed when he saw this.

Prompts: “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

WARNINGS: Quick finish,not edited writing

Celebrating Valentine's Day with big things seemed exaggerated to you, and Lewis agreed with you on this, so you decided to go out for dinner together.

Ever since you decided on this, you've been thinking about what to wear because Lewis always dressed well  and you wanted to look good next to him.

That's why you're standing in front of your closet and biting your nails right now.You had no idea what is he going to wear it was stressing you out even more so you finally sat down next to the pile of clothes you tried on.

Lewis entered the room in his black pants. "YN Can I ask what you're doing on the floor?" You looked at him and pout “I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.” He laughed at you and held out his hand for you to get up.

You got up, he put one hand on your waist and started rummaging through your closet.He took a black strapless dress and held it over you "Wear this it will suit you" After giving the dress to you,he walked over to the table where the jewelry box was, found a pair of earrings and a necklace, and gave them to you.He kissed your cheek and left the room.

You put on what he gave you and started to go downstairs, Lewis was wearing a white shirt he was dressed very stylishly as you got off he took you hand and kissed the top of it "You look so beautiful" you smiled and took his arm "The fashion king helped a little" While he was laughing at what you said, you left the house together and headed to the restaurant for a nice dinner.

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[kristeristerin]

I’m obsessed with Taylor songs and acotar charaters!!! Could you write one where the reader is pining for Azriel and admiring his beauty!! I’m thinking Gorgeous from reputation!!!

AN: Thank you for the prompt! This was a little something I threw together real quick and I hope you like it!!

Song: Gorgeous

Pairing: Reader X Azriel

Content Warning: None

Words: 801

Most nights you enjoy the feeling of the pounding bass and the sweat-slick bodies at Rita’s, but tonight everything seemed too loud and too close. Finding an unoccupied corner to the right of the bar you close your eyes as you let your head fall back against the wall.

You take several deep breaths before opening your eyes only to find the bane of your existence staring at you from where he sat across the club. You allow yourself a moment to take the Ilyrian in. He’s ditched his usual fighting leathers and is instead wearing a fitted black shirt. It leaves little to the imagination when it comes to his impressive physique. You let your eyes drift back up to his face and when you’re once again looking into his hazel eyes you can’t help but shudder at the smirk on his face.

“Cauldron damn me, that male could ruin my life,” you whisper to yourself before pushing off of the wall and making your way toward the exit of the club.

You are almost there when a hand wraps around yours. “Leaving so soon, yn?”

You turn, but miscalculate just how close he is to you and run directly into Azriel’s chest. He swiftly wraps an arm around you to prevent you from falling to the ground.

“I just need some air,” you manage to murmur as you move to leave his grasp. His arm tightens around you.

“I’ll join you then.” When he lets go of you he once again takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers, and leads you toward the front doors.

You expect him to let go of your hand once the two of you are in the cool night air of Velaris, but instead, he gently pulls you into an ally beside Rita’s.

“So,” he lets go of your hand and turns to face you fully, “are you going to explain to me why you’ve refused to acknowledge my existence? Outside of ogling me from across the room that is.”

You take a step back further into the alley to put some space between the two of you and find a rather interesting discarded wine bottle to look at before answering him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Azriel.” He steps toward you, causing you to take another step back.

“That’s bullshit, y/n, and we both know it.” He sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “Have I done something to offend you?”

Your eyes snap up to him, “No, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

He nods but grimaces when he takes a step forward and you take another step away, this time your back coming in contact with the brick wall at the end of the alley. “What is it then? You get along with everyone else just fine. Fuck, I’ve even seen you joke with Nesta, but I can’t even get you to hold a conversation with me.”

You close your eyes and take a steadying breath. “I have avoided you because I’m attracted to you.”

“What?”

When you open your eyes you can see he’s watching you with his eyebrows drawn together.

You take another deep breath and decide to continue before you lose your nerve, “At first when I was seeing Finnian it was easier to avoid you because there was no use pining after someone who I was not involved with. When he and I broke up I was devastated, but not because of the end of that relationship. I was devastated because I had to face the reality that I was truly pining after the most gorgeous male I had ever seen, and I didn’t stand a chance.”

He took another step forward, this time caging you in with his body. “You beautiful, infuriating, silly, female.” He breathed, “I’ve been trying to get your attention for months and I couldn’t figure out what I’d done to push you away. It wasn’t until you were watching me tonight that I thought maybe there was hope after all. Can I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched and you nodded.

It was all the confirmation he needed and in a second he lowered his lips to yours. The kiss started slow and sweet, but as the need grew he pulled your lower lip into his mouth and bit it before gently sucking. The sensation caused you to groan.

A cough at the end of the alley caused the two of you to jump apart. “We’re all leaving and heading back to the townhouse. Are you two coming?” Mor stood with a brow raised and one hand on her hip.

You shook your head.

“No, I think I will head home alone tonight.” You paused and looked over to Azriel. “Unless you’d like to come along?”

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[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

Thanks again 🍣🍣🍣

To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

//

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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hi there bambi!! i just read "your light || jjk" and was wondering if u could maybe do a part 2 pls, if u dont mind? i liked it a lot and i would really like to see how they would end up together/the confession etc,,, i'm craving for some angsty to fluff fic, but it can be anything you want to write ofc ~~ no pressure pls ^_^ take care!

Your Light pt. 2 || jjk

💡 Pairing: roommate!Jungkook x roommate!Reader (f)

💡 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG 15; Fluff, angst; Roommate au, Your Light couple

💡 Warnings: Nothing really (but plz lmk otherwise!)

💡 Word Count: 1.9k

💡 Author’s Note: Goodness, this took me a lot longer to get to D: Truthfully, I've just been having a hard time writing, but I felt so bad when I realized how long this has been sitting in my ask box. I hope you all enjoy 😥💙 Also, I'm glad you liked the first part, anon ^-^

Part 1

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“Put your fingers here,” Jungkook instructs, positioning one of his friend’s hands on the keyboard in a specific way. “Your other hand goes on the mouse.”

“Okay, now what?” his friend questions as they glance back and forth at their hands.

“Join a game.”

Their eyes roam the screen.

“Where’s that button?”

Jungkook chuckles before he nudges their hand off of the mouse and does it himself. The screen changes, and they wait as they are sorted into teams.

You watch the interaction from Jungkook’s doorway.

There’s an odd twist in your chest seeing Jungkook so close to them.

His hand rests on the back of the chair his friend is in, and the other rests on top of his gaming desk. He’s never offered to teach you how to play one of his silly games. Though, you guess that’s because you’re normally scolding him for playing, not asking to play with him.

Jungkook must sense your presence because he suddenly turns his head.

“Yn?” he questions, confused.

“Oh! Uh,” you stutter. You completely forgot what you were going to ask him.

“Did you need something?” he prompts when you don’t say anything else.

“Yes, but I for—”

“Jungkook, I’m about to die!” his friend interrupts. “What should I do?!”

Jungkook’s attention redirects to the monitor. He points to somewhere on the screen.

“Go here, and use that to heal yourself.”

You stand idly as you continue to watch, waiting to see if he’ll turn to you again, but it’s obvious he’s too occupied. Plus, you still can’t remember what you were going to ask so there’s no point in waiting.

You silently move away from his door and go back to your room.

You’re not sure why you’re feeling… whatever you’re feeling right now. It’s not happiness or sadness. It’s not anger or annoyance. It feels almost numbing. Like there’s so much going on in your head, but nothing at the same time that it cancels each other out. It’s unexplainable.

Needing something to occupy yourself with, you decide to reorganize your sock drawer. It doesn’t require color-sorting, but you can’t think of anything else. The act, albeit giving your hands something to do, doesn’t distract your mind enough.

You can hear Jungkook and his friend laughing next door. It’s the only noise you can focus on as you accidentally put a pair of black socks with your purple ones.

Their laughter sounds so happy. You wonder if you ever made Jungkook laugh like that. Has he ever been that happy with you? Probably not considering you were always nagging him about his late-night gaming.

Truthfully, it hasn’t been too bad since the power outage. There are a few nights where you genuinely are annoyed, but overall, it hasn’t been bothersome. Perhaps you just need an excuse to talk to him.

Three sudden raps on your open door have you jumping.

Jungkook stands with his hands in his pockets. He greets you with a small smile that you reciprocate involuntarily.

“Sorry about earlier. What did you need?” he asks.

“I don’t remember,” you reply.

Jungkook chuckles and glances down at what you’re doing. He leans down and plucks out the pair of black socks from the purples.

You mumble a “thanks” when he tosses it in the black pile.

“Alright,” he says while standing up fully. “We’re going to go grab a quick bite to eat. You wanna come?”

The emptiness in your stomach tells you that you should say yes; however, you don’t want to feel like a third wheel, so you shake your head.

Jungkook lingers in your doorway, seemingly debating on if he should ask if you’re sure, but he ends up nodding instead.

“If you say so,” he answers. “I’ll be back in a bit then.”

“Okay,” you answer and turn back to your task at hand. You haven’t made much progress, but you don’t want to have a stare-off with him.

You don’t hear him move at first. As you’re about to turn around, his friend’s voice cuts through the silence.

“I’m ready,” they say.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook replies before there are two sets of footsteps growing faint as they move away.

Once the sound of the front door closes, your shoulders sag.

It’s been nearly two months since that night the power went off.

Two months since Jungkook found out about your fear of the dark. Two months of Jungkook being less annoying. Two months of this odd feeling growing inside your chest.

You’ve noticed small habits of his that you’ve never caught onto before. It’s not that you’re seeing him differently, but you’re seeing him more. You’re discovering more layers to Jungkook, and these aforementioned layers haven’t been bad. In fact, it makes you feel closer to him.

Though not only are you uncovering more about Jungkook, you’re forming feelings you’ve never had before. For one, you get a sour taste in your mouth seeing him be too friendly with others, which was not something you felt two months before.

Once you finally finish reorganizing your socks, you shuffle to the living room and lay a blanket over your lap. Hopefully, a movie will capture your focus more than your socks.

Hours pass as you cuddle a pillow on the couch, mindlessly watching the first movie your hand had touched. It was a simple way to pass the time as it was too early to sleep, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Jungkook’s been out longer than you anticipated.

Not that you cared.

You told yourself you’d just feel more comfortable knowing he was home before you went to bed. Nothing like waking up to the sound of the door opening and not knowing if it was a robber or your roommate.

With a heavy sigh, you begin to stand to retrieve a glass of water. You’re four steps away from the couch when the lights flicker.

Once.

Twice.

Then you’re submerged in complete darkness.

Your chest tightens, and your breathing halts abruptly. Several seconds pass while you stand still. Soon, your mind begins to conjure images of supernatural creatures emerging from the darkness.

You hastily, and clumsily, make your way to your bedroom. You locate the chipmunk nightlight quickly and flip the ON switch with shaky hands.

The small room lights up, changing colors smoothly. You focus on each color as you steady your crazy heartbeat.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve been sitting in the dark. It feels like hours, but it could’ve just been twenty minutes.

The sound of the door opening jolts you from your trance.

“Yn?!” Jungkook calls out, worried.

Your body instantly relaxes at his voice.

“I-in here,” you reply.

There’s hurried shuffling and a few curses accompanied by a few thuds before you see his silhouette at your door.

“How long have the lights been out? Are you okay?” he questions and walks to your bed. He sits down near you, placing a hand on your back and rubbing soothingly.

“I’m not sure,” you sigh.

“You should have called me,” he says.

At that, you realize you left your phone in the living room. Then you remember how he’s been gone for hours. Something in you turns bitter, and the power outage doesn’t feel like the main problem anymore.

“Shouldn’t you be with your friend?” you huff.

Jungkook stares at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His movements on your back pause.

“Even scared, you always have to sass me, huh?”

“I’m not sassing, I’m just saying,” you argue.

“Just saying,” he repeats slowly.

Suddenly, his hand is on your waist and pulling you closer. Your eyes widen, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away.

“I wanted you to come with us, you know,” he says.

“Where?” you reply, mind fuzzy with how close he is.

Jungkook chuckles. “To get food.”

“Oh,” you mumble. “I wasn’t hungry.”

“Hm. Well, I brought some home in case you got hungry. You hungry now?”

You debate on answering truthfully, but it seems your hesitation gives away your answer.

Jungkook pulls away from you and stands up. You inch closer automatically.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to leave you,” Jungkook reassures as he offers a hand. You take it quickly, letting him pull you off the mattress.

You grab the night light and clutch it in one of your arms.

Jungkook gently grabs your other arm, fingers trailing down until they fit in your gasp. He guides you to the kitchen and retrieves the food.

You eat in silence, eyes dancing from Jungkook—who’s watching you—and to the food in front of you.

The silence is unsettling.

Usually, you could eat like this with Jungkook, but now the quietness forces you to hear your racing heart.

“Will you let me take you out to dinner one day?” Jungkook asks suddenly, causing you to choke on your food ungracefully.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he says quickly and rounds the table to pat your back.

You shoo him away, grabbing your drink and taking a long sip.

Once you’re composed, you turn to him. “What did you say?”

You’re sure he knows you heard him, but you’re so stunned that you need to hear it again.

He smiles sheepishly. “Dinner? You and me.”

“L-like a d-date?” you stutter.

He nods, “Maybe…this Friday?”

Today was Wednesday. You barely had time to prepare—mentally and physically.

At seeing your shocked expression, he says, “Okay, maybe not this Friday. How about Saturday?”

“That’s not much better!” you whine. “Why the rush?!”

Jungkook laughs and glances down for a moment.

“Because I’ve liked you for a while. I’m tired of waiting,” he shrugs as if he’s not nervous, but even in the barely lit room, you can see he is.

Jungkook? Nervous?

“This isn’t a prank or something, right?” you ask. You recall his annoying gaming buddies from before and wonder if they’re behind this.

He frowns, shaking his head. “Of course not.”

Jungkook grabs your hands and lowers himself so you can see him better.

“I like you… You and your grandma ways,” he smiles teasingly.

“Shut up, Jeon,” you huff.

When you try to retract your hands, he simply holds on tighter.

“So,” he begins, “Saturday?”

“What if I don’t like you like that?”

Jungkook tries to hide his smirk. “Oh? So, you acting all jealous and clingy has nothing to do with you liking me?”

“I am not clingy!” you scoff.

“But you are jealous.”

“Shut up,” you whine again.

“I know the perfect way you can shut me up,” he hums and leans closer.

“Yeah, right,” you argue.

Jungkook doesn’t reply. He simply leans in more until his lips are on yours. There’s an oddly comforting tightening in your chest the moment his mouth touches yours.

And as if his kiss was the answer to all your problems, the lights begin to flicker on.

Jungkook pulls away slowly and glances around the apartment.

“See? True love’s kiss fixes everything,” he grins.

You ignore the pounding of your heart at the idea of Jungkook loving you.

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“That’s not a very romantic outlook,” Jungkook huffs.

“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” you confess softly.

Jungkook smiles and tilts his head. “You’ll find out.”

“On Saturday?” you lightly tease.

His smile widens, and he pecks your lips.

“At seven,” he adds.

“At seven,” you echo with a smile of your own, excited for this weekend.

A/N: To those who were awaiting this, thank you so much for your patience!!!!! 💜

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Slytherin Boys (Taylors Version)

This is part 2 - the other boys are on part 1 summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: swearing, smoking includes: Regulus Black, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire wc: 1532

Part 1

seven - Regulus Black

The air in the Black family manor was heavy with tension, a suffocating weight that seemed to press down on Regulus Black's shoulders with every passing moment. "Don't you dare walk away from me Regulus Black! Get your ass back down here right now before I'm forced to do something I won't like."

His fathers voice echoed through the halls around him, Regulus flinching slightly at the tone, memories of endless nights where his father had used the cruciatus curse on him.

He moved through the grand halls with a sense of unease, his steps hesitant as he navigated the labyrinth of memories that haunted the very walls of his home. Part of him hoped that Sirius would come out, maybe comfort him or something... but then he was harshly reminded that his brother was gone. He had left, found a new family and left him behind to deal with their awful parents by himself.

As he entered his room, Regulus couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a second skin. He knew what awaited him beyond the closed door, the looming presence of his father casting a shadow over everything he did. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to face the inevitable confrontation that awaited him.

It was then that he heard your voice, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume him. You were sitting on his bed, your eyes filled with concern as you took in the sight of him standing there, a mere shell of the man you knew him to be.

I've been meaning to tell you

You bit your tongue, trying to think of the best thing to say to him as you pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to your boyfriend.

"Reggie..." your voice soft with empathy. "I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why."

Regulus's heart clenched at your words, the truth of them hitting him like a blow to the chest. His father's anger was a constant presence in their home, a dark cloud that hung over them like a curse. And yet, he had never dared to voice his fears, never allowed himself to admit just how much his father's rage had shaped his life.

But you saw through the facade, saw the pain and the fear that lay hidden beneath the surface. And in that moment, Regulus felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

"I think you should come live with me," you continued, your voice filled with determination.

And we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet.

You stand in front of him, your hand reaching up to swipe a tear off his cheek. Regulus's heart swelled with gratitude at your offer, the warmth of your love washing over him like a wave. To leave his home, to escape the clutches of his father's tyranny and forge a new life with you by his side – it was a dream he had scarcely allowed himself to entertain.

But as he looked into your eyes, he knew that it was a dream worth fighting for, worth risking everything he had ever known. F

And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

"I love you," Regulus whispered softly, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the head before resting his forehead against yours, "I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

false god - Blaise Zabini

The air crackled with tension as you stood face to face with Blaise, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work

"I really thought that this was going to work," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the memories of happier times flooding your mind. "Fuck, I really was crazy to think that this could work."

Blaise's eyes flickered with pain as he took in your words, the echoes of your past mistakes hanging heavy in the air between you. He felt guilty, he knew it was his fault. He knew he shouldn't have joined the death eaters, but his parents had raised him to do it from the moment he was born.

He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against your cheek, a silent plea for forgiveness that left your heart aching with longing.

"Remember how I said I'd die for you?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "I really did mean it darling, I still do. I'd die for you."

We were stupid to jump, to believe that our love could conquer everything.

"Really?"

Blaise's expression softened at your words, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes as he dared to believe in the possibility of redemption. "I still do it for you, babe," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of love and regret, "this is killing me, please just trust me. We can get through this, I promise."

But you couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that lingered in the depths of your soul, the fear of repeating past mistakes casting a shadow over your heart. "They all warned us about times like this," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "They say the road gets hard, that we get lost when we're led by blind faith."

Blaise's hand tightened around yours, a silent promise to stand by your side through whatever trials may lie ahead. "But we might just get away with it," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance. "Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love. We'd still worship us."

I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me

You reached up to his cheek, he leant into your palm, his eyes shutting lightly at the touch, savouring the feeling he got from your skin incase this was the last time he would get to experience it.

Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness

"I'm so fucking sorry," Blaise choked out, looking into your eyes, begging you for forgiveness. "Please please please, im sorry."

Still worship this love Even if it's a false god Even if it's a false god Still worship this love

midnight rain - Enzo Berkshire

The rain fell softly against the windowpane, a gentle rhythm that echoed the tumultuous emotions swirling within your heart. You watched the droplets cascade down the glass, each one a poignant reminder of the choices you had made, the paths you had chosen to walk.

Lorenzo Berkshire stood beside you, his presence a comforting warmth in the cold, lonely night. But despite the solace he offered, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your soul, the ache of regret that lingered in the depths of your being.

Rain, he wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

"You always loved the rain," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the word heavy with meaning.

Lorenzo's brow furrowed in concern as he listened to your words, the lines of worry etched into his features. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on yours, a silent gesture of understanding that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

He wanted a bride I was making my own name Chasing that fame He stayed the same All of me changed like midnight

"I should have said yes," you continued, your voice tinged with bitterness. "But I was too busy trying to get stronger, just for some fucking fame. And in the process, I lost sight of what truly mattered."

"You know you never did it for fame my love," he whispered, "you did it to get stronger and protect the people you cared about most."

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

You fought back a sob, eyes staring out the window, the coldness od the room beginning to make you shake. "You always saw the best in me, even if there really was nothing good to see." Lorenzo's grip tightened around you. But despite his unwavering support, you couldn't help but feel the weight of your decisions pressing down on you like a burden too heavy to bear.

"All of me changed like midnight," you whispered, the words a lament for the person you had once been, the dreams you had once held dear. "And now, I'm left wondering if it was all worth it."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and shattered illusions. And as you stood together in the dim light of the room, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the simplicity of the past, for the love you had left behind in pursuit of something more.

So I peered through a window A deep portal, time travel All the love we unravel And the life I gave away

You look up at the window, glaring at your reflection... the only reflection shown on the glass. You were alone. He wasn't here, you hadnt seen him for years.

You thought about him every now and then, drinking to try and numb the pain, to try and convince yourself that you had made the right decision... or maybe that one day things would go back to how they had been.

But deep down, you knew that there was no going back, no undoing the choices you had made. And as you watched the rain continue to fall outside, you couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere out there in the darkness, he was thinking of you too.

I guess sometimes we all get Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted And I never think of him Except on midnights like this (midnights like this)

written by @adiraargent

Requests and tips open :)

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[sungbeam]

Hi I wanted to request a fanfic....

A Kim mingyu x reader

Secret baby and non idol au

Angst with a happy ending

Could include prompts Nos. 67 & 61

Is that too much?

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nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

1.9k words, secret baby au, angst w/a happy ending!, minghao kinda throws u under the bus skfndkd

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request, and it was not too much so dw ^_^ i do like some specificity sometimes, and i did enjoy writing this!

There were a few things that your friend Minghao was good at. One of them, it seemed, was dragging you to social outings that neither of you wanted to be present for. He had even found you a babysitter for your precious little one. Baby Yeona was only around eighteen months old, but Minghao insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. 

Clearly, he was no father. And he would definitely not be watching over Yeona for a while. 

Nonetheless, here you were, climbing out of Minghao's pretty, little gold Lexus while you wore the first set of nice clothes in a long time. You stared up at the sky-high facade of the luxury downtown hotel as you and Hao made your way toward the entrance. 

"I dunno," you voiced aloud. You were uncertain what you were trying to say, and you were uncertain as to whether or not you wanted to step foot in this building. 

Minghao rolled his eyes and took you by the bicep to help you up the steps. "Oh, come on. You're here, and I already paid the sitter. Let loose, Yn; it's been two years since you've been to a bar."

"For good reason," you muttered under your breath as you and Minghao caught a slot of the revolving entrance and entered the hotel lobby. 

It even smelled obnoxiously rich in here, you realized with an ill-concealed grimace. All the gold and marble glistening under bright LEDs made your head hurt. Jesus, maybe you did need a drink. 

Like he read your mind, Minghao directed you to the bar just to your right. It was, fortunately, dimly lit, with red velvet floors and walls panelled in smooth, dark wood. You already recognized several familiar faces—this was a reunion of your old uni friends, after all. 

"Oh my god, YN!" Seokmin exclaimed from the pool table, before abandoning his pool stick and racing over to you. 

Junhui was right on your tail, coming up to greet Hao warmly while Seokmin bombarded you in a massive hug. 

"How's Yeona?" Seokmin asked. He grinned at you, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you over to the bar. "She's almost at Terrible Twos, isn't she?" He teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down. 

You laughed with a shake of your head. Seokmin ordered you a light margarita, considering you probably hadn't had a proper drink in ages. "Almost. She's eighteen months right now, so probably in about six months or so. I am not ready for my angel to turn into the devil."

There were only a few people who knew of your daughter's existence. It hadn't been your plan to have her, but some things you could not control completely. It had happened on the night of your college graduation party, and you had finally taken your shot at a certain young man who had plagued your dreams for almost half of your years at university. He was a friend of a friend, but nearly everyone knew who he was, considering his attractive looks and personality and… suffice to say that you fell in the deep end. 

No, the father did not know. And you would be damned if he ever—

"Yn?"

You almost spat out your drink, and Seokmin, with panicky eyes, patted your back to help you get out the feel of the burn down your throat and windpipe. God, that stung. But maybe not as badly as how good he looked. 

Him being Kim Mingyu. Yeah, the father of your child. And he didn't seem to have changed a bit since you last saw him: black hair tamed well, broad and toned body fitted in semi formal wear (delectable), and that charming smile that knocked down all your defenses. At least… a few of them. 

He walked up to you and Seokmin with a look of pleasant surprise and utter disbelief stark on his face. "Oh my god—you're really here? I haven't seen you in so long."

Yeah, you wanted to say, but you couldn't really focus on anything but the sound of your pulsing heartbeat in your ears and the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you hugged him. Oh, good god. He feels and smells so good—

When you pulled away, Mingyu was giving Seokmin that weird handshake the boys had (you never asked questions). He still couldn't seem to believe his ears. 

"I—I mean," he stammered, eyes flickering from you to your blouse to you to your lips to you, "you look—" he swallowed, "—really good." He cleared his throat, and you could've sworn you heard Seokmin sneak out a giggle. 

You yourself sat perched on your barstool unnaturally stiff. If you could just make it through this conversation… "Thank you," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look good, too."

There was this moment where neither of you could really get any words out. It hadn't exactly been this way years ago, but you could remember the shy glances mixed with the flirty advances. You knew you harbored that flame for him somewhere, and perhaps you had kept it buried beneath your love and responsibilities toward your daughter. 

Seokmin cut in, "Cool! Uh…" he sipped his drink, brows furrowing, "want a drink, Gyu? Did you come with Wonwoo?"

Mingyu snapped out of his daze, coughing. "Ah, right. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. And yep, he should be somewhere around—oh yeah. There he is, by Woozi hyung."

While Seokmin flagged the bartender down, Mingyu returned his attention to you. "So, uhm, I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, two or three years. I… How've you been?" Why didn't you stay in touch? Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask. He'd been sitting on those questions and worries for so long, and no one would give him a straight answer about your whereabouts. 

"I've been good," you answered. And it was true, you couldn't have been happier with Yeona. It had been scary, no doubt, at first. But it had all turned out good and fine, and your close friends had been by your side the entire time. "Just trying to settle back—settle into work and adult things," you chuckled. "How about you? Did you finally decide to get yourself into culinary school?"

Another giggle from Seokmin that the two of you decidedly ignored. 

Mingyu could best be described with heart eyes. "You remembered? That was a fleeting conversation—"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "But I mean, it was important to you, so of course, I remembered."

He smiled, bashfully, head ducked and cheeks reddening. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did get into a culinary school—"

"And, hey! Great idea: Mingyu should teach you how to cook, Yn!" Minghao's voice cut clean into the conversation as the man himself inserted himself into the little circle. Seokmin passed Mingyu his drink, and Minghao made pointed eyes at you from across the circle, gesturing silently at the man who was your baby daddy. 

Oh for the love of God, Xu Minghao. "I don't think that's really necessary."

"Suuuure, it is!" Minghao said, high pitched. He nodded his head again to Mingyu. "Yn has been meaning to learn some new recipes for her family anyway. Right, Yn?"

You glared at Minghao, and if the sun could be channeled through the eyes, you would use them to burn him alive right where he stood. I am going to murder you! You mouthed to him, over enunciating the words. So this was why he wanted you to be here tonight. Seokmin smartly chose this moment to go say hello to Joshua. 

Mingyu creased his brows. "Oh, er, I didn't know you had a family already, Yn." There was a definitive drop in energy present in his voice. "Are you married?"

If you hadn't been so worried about deciding on how to tell him about his secret child, you would have noticed Mingyu unsubtly searching your hands for a ring. You were not wearing one. 

You swallowed, setting the margarita glass on the bar counter. You saw Minghao back away slowly from the corner of your eye, and Mingyu took Seokmin's old seat. "Ah, I'm not. I just…" have a child, and she's yours, and I've been craving a person to be my partner in this… and maybe I still love you, but I don't know how to tell you. Please don't hate me.

Mingyu ducked his head just slightly so he met your eyes. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. I don't know what Minghao was trying to say back there, but you really don't have to say anything."

"No, it's okay," you said quickly with a shake of your head. "I… I really should tell you about… my daughter. Our daughter." You tried to gauge his reaction, but his expression was carefully blank at this moment. 

A crease formed between his brows. "I'm sorry, did you just say our daughter?"

"Uhm, yes," you laughed nervously. 

"Holy shit—"

"I know—"

Mingyu flagged the bartender. "I am way too sober for this." He suddenly thought better and waved the bartender away with an apology. "Wait, how—how long? Yn, I had a kid this whole time? I have a kid with you?"

You nodded, rubbing your arm. "Yeah. It happened on graduation night. Y'know, when we…"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, that makes sense." He stared at a random mark on the bar counter. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mingyu," you said softly. You feared what he would think of you, scared he would still yell at you and reject you. That had probably been your greatest deterrent from telling him—that he would be disgusted with you and your child and turn you away. You just thought it would be better to avoid all of that heartache in full. Even if it meant hiding it all from him. 

"You were probably scared," he replied lowly, "I get it." He roughed a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. "You've been taking care of her by yourself this whole time? I just—I just wish you would have told me. We could have figured this out together."

He was looking at you now, reaching for your hands to cradle them in his own big palms. You wondered how you ever lived without this warmth. 

You gulped. "You had dreams, Mingyu. I didn't want us to be a burden—"

He scoffed, the noise so indignant and offended. "I'm just wondering what I did to make you think I would ever think you and my own daughter would be a burden to me. It might stall our plans, but it would only stall, Yn. You and…"

"Yeona," you stammered, "her name's Yeona."

Mingyu stopped and a smile slowly tugged at his lips. His eyes shone into the dim light of the bar, and his fingers linked with yours. "Yeona? She already sounds beautiful. Like her mother."

You felt like crying. Years of wondering and what ifs, and it could have all been solved with a conversation. "Do you want to meet her?"

His smile widened. "Do I? How's that even a question, darling?"

You laughed under your breath. "Okay," you nodded to yourself, "okay."

It was then that you realized just how badly you had needed this—this night, this conversation, this hope. Yeona had brought you up, but Mingyu was going to bring you all together. And as the two of you talked and laughed long into the night, neither of you could wait for when your two loves would be able to finally meet each other.

a/n: oh good god i think i liked that ending way more than i intended (not the ending paragraph, i think that was pretty gross, but the happy conclusion ig)

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[shelbydelrey]

Born To Die Album Prompts for my 400 Followers Celebration

To help ya'll with your requests i took some lines from Lana's music that you can use it as prompts! Feel free to add an scenario or an specific scene that you like me to write about.

In case you're lost here's the POST with the celebration rules.

Born To Die

"I feel so alone on a Friday night Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?"

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why"

Diet Mountain Dew:

"You're no good for me But baby, I want you, I want"

"Do you think we'll be in love forever? Do you think we'll be in love?"

National Anthem

"And you can't keep your hands off me, or your pants on See what you've done to me, King of Chevron"

"Blurrin' the lines between real and the fake"

"Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell"

Million Dollar Man

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

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[jinkookspencil]

a spontaneous beach day | kim seokjin

Prompt: You’re in a swimsuit. I– don’t… know what to do but stand here and look awkward and try not to wheeze up a lung, because that’s more skin than I thought I’d ever see on you.

A sudden trip to the beach is just what Seokjin needed… but you just realized he’d be seeing you in your swimsuit….

Description/TW: ~2.7k words / Seokjin x Reader (F) / Fluff but slightly erotic and suggestive, there’s sensual touching and kissing but no smut / Established relationship but it’s early on in their relationship /Chubby Reader / OC or YN is insecure about her appearance - it has mentions of her being insecure about having wide hips, stretch marks, thighs, and a stomach. Absolutely nothing wrong with those things, all bodies are beautiful! I just based her on, well, myself and my insecurities. 

Any feedback welcome, I definitely plan to work on my writing skills further but I just wanted to share this as soon as I was done with it. Hope you guys like it. I plan to write a similar JK version of this too so stay tuned for that 💙

You were caught off guard when Seokjin texted you at midnight spontaneously suggesting a day trip to the beach the next morning, but you agreed and started packing right away. The suggestion didn’t faze you and though you’re a planner and would have preferred to know days prior, you knew how stressed he had been at work. He needed a break and change of scenery, even if it was for a day. 

You packed your bag as you recalled the necessities you had to bring. Sunscreen and extra hair & makeup tools, done. Sunglasses, done. Flip flops and a change of clothes, done. Towel, done. And…. a swimsuit. You needed to pack a swimsuit. 

You and Seokjin had yet to get really intimate. You had made out a couple of times, but he hadn’t seen you naked or topless yet. Your clothes were never that revealing anyways, and now he was going to see you in a swimming suit??

You spent the night anxiously thinking about wearing one in front of him and him seeing your body. You rarely wore the swimsuits you owned anyways, buying a couple of sets ages ago just because they were on sale. Whenever you went swimming it had been with family and you were always covered up, even swimming in a large t-shirt.

In actuality, though you had your confident moments you definitely had your fair share of insecure moments as well. And the swimsuits you owned would put most of your insecurities on display - there was no hiding your belly, stretch marks, thighs, or butt. But… what else could you do? It wasn’t like you could quickly buy a new swimsuit before the trip, so you set aside one of the few sets you owned: a retro-inspired, black and white set that came with a cover up skirt you could tie around your waist, thankful you even had it. 

The morning of your trip you quickly got dressed in a pink maxi dress and made yourself a cup of coffee while you waited for Seokjin to arrive. Your bag was basically packed…. except for the swimsuit, which had been resting on your sofa, as you had still been hesitant to bring it along. For a moment the morning of the trip, you considered leaving the swimsuit behind and telling him you got your period that morning to get out of swimming, and that’s right when you receive a text from Seokjin.

“I’m outside!”

Knowing Seokjin hates tardiness, you stuff the swimsuit in your bag and rush out the door. What harm could it be to bring it along? You didn’t have to wear it… You could decide whether or not you’d wear it later on. 

You rush to the car only to find Seokjin, the gentleman that he is, standing outside, ready to help you pack your bag into the trunk of the car and close your door. As you make your way to your destination,  excitedly chatting and laughing with Seokjin the whole way there, you both forget all your worries. It was only when he said that he couldn’t wait to swim that you remembered what you had been anxious about, but seeing Seokjin’s excitement, you knew he either wouldn’t say anything bad about you in a swimsuit, or he’d be understanding if you were honest and said you weren’t comfortable wearing one. You began to feel at ease. 

You arrived at the place you were staying at for the day, a private beach house that had direct access to the beach and no one around. Seokjin following behind you with the bags, the first thing you did as you entered the house was to run to the huge windows in the living room that overlooked the beach.

The view was breathtaking. With only a few clouds in the sky and the water a glistening blue… it’d be a shame not to swim.

You hear rustling behind you and you turn to find Jin searching his duffel bag as though he were digging for gold.

“Are you okay? What are you looking for?,” you ask as you walk over to him.

“My sunscreen,” he replies before he lifts the bag over his head and dumps its entire contents onto the couch.

You marvel at what Seokjin decided to pack. In addition to sunglasses, a change of clothes, swimming trunks, and an extra towel, he brought along a card game, a tiny inflatable flamingo, and two hats: one a regular baseball cap, the other a straw hat with a figure of a dancing pineapple on top of it…. But no sunscreen.

You stare back at Seokjin, simply lifting the straw hat in curiosity. 

“What? We need to be on ‘vacation mode’”, he replies before placing the hat on his head and making a funny face at you. “Please tell me you brought sunscreen.”

“I did, don’t worry,” you reply, before you reach in your bag and handed it to him. 

“Ah, what would I do without you?”, he asks with a smile before giving you a quick peck on your head and grabbing his clothes. “The sea looks great, let’s swim while the water’s good. Ready to change?”

“Uhh.. yeah,” you reply as you turn your head to face the windows, hoping he’d assume you were just admiring the view rather than sensing your nervousness.

“Yeah? Good”, he says as he places a quick kiss on your cheek and before you get the chance to say anything, he darts in the direction of the tiny bathroom by the front door.

You grab your bag and head to the bedroom, breathing deeply as you take out your swimsuit and change into it. You make your way over to the floor length mirror in the corner of the room and your insecurities come flooding back. Seokjin must already be waiting for you, and you looked like this?! The bottom half of your suit did next to nothing to flatter your stomach or bum, and there was no hiding the cellulite or stretch marks… Seokjin hadn’t even seen you in it and you were already red with embarrassment.

“Ya! Are you ready? I need your help”, you hear him call out from the behind the door to the bedroom.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” you reply as you quickly tie your hair into a low bun and wrap the matching coverup around your waist. Here goes nothing, you think to yourself as you open the door and leave the bedroom.

And as if you couldn’t have gotten more embarrassed or red in the face, Seokjin was sitting in the living room….shirtless. You don't know why you were surprised, but you were so focused on him seeing you in your skin you didn't think about how it'd be to see him in his. Hunched over his phone while waiting for you, Seokjin sat with his back towards you. You had always known he had broad shoulders but his body seemed carved out of marble. “Finally, can you put some sunscreen on my back?”, he asks before he turns to face you and stands up from his chair.

You’re too stunned to even try and hide your expression. Seokjin was fit…. INCREDIBLY fit, actually. Maybe it’s because he always wore oversized clothes to accommodate his shoulders that you never thought about how his body might actually look like. You knew he worked out and did some sports like tennis, but his physique was unbelievable, always hidden below oversized layers of clothing….If you knew he looked like this underneath it all you either never would have had the guts to continue dating him or in an ideal world, would never allow him to wear a shirt around you again….And here you were, facing his fantastic body with everything you had going on. 

Seokjin slowly walks towards you, still frozen in your spot. You shamelessly stare at his body, and it’s only when he is inches away from you do you realize that he’s doing the same to you.

Seokjin swallows. “You’re.. you’re beautiful,” he says in a low voice. 

You’re so frozen that you cant even reply, trying to process both Seokjin’s body and his reaction. All you can do is stare at him.

For a moment there’s silence between the two of you, as you both take in the sight of each other’s bodies. You suddenly realize that you hadn’t said anything to him in response.

“You look incredible, Seokjin.” It’s only when his name leaves your lips that you’re finally able to look into his eyes.

He slowly lifts his hands and rests them on your hips, feeling the coverup and swimsuit below his fingertips and the curve of your hips. One of his hands moves upwards and stops at your waist… he was no longer feeling your swimsuit, he was feeling you. And of course, you let him, despite feeling like your legs might give way at any moment. 

Seokjin suddenly pulls you in for a deep kiss, and you feel the placement and movements of his hands. His fingers that lay on the small of your back moved down towards your thigh, while his other hand moved from your waist to the back of your neck, sending shivers all over your body. You hold him in turn and feel his bare back and shoulders beneath your fingers, which later move to his chest and abs and linger there.

It was the most physical contact you had with each other, the heat growing between you before he breaks away from the kiss. Breathing heavily, you both take a moment to stare at each other, Seokjin searching your face before taking a step back, hand still on your waist, and softly whispering, “Wow… just... really gorgeous,” he lets out a little cough before shaking his head in an attempt to compose himself. 

Too stunned to even rebuff his comment, you take in Seokjin just as he did to you. His sculpted shoulders and back were a sight to behold, and you had to stop yourself from escalating the situation by reaching up and kissing his collarbones. He was so sexy, even with his funky neon pink shorts which you had just noticed.

Both of you were still speechless, but you were grateful Seokjin had been able to show some initiative at returning to today’s plan, by taking your hand in his as you walked towards the beach together. You only make it a few steps before you feel the heat of the sun’s rays on your skin, stopping in your path as you were reminded of something.

“The sunscreen!”, you say, looking at Seokjin as you both let out a shy laugh. “Wait here, I’ll go get it.”

Just as you got to the sliding windows, you hear his voice call out. 

“Bring my pineapple hat with you!”

You grab the sunscreen and his funny hat, only to find him sitting cross-legged on the sand by the water, waiting for you. How did he look so cute while also looking incredibly irresistable?

He turns to face you as you get to him, and without a word you kneel behind him and begin applying sunscreen on his back. You couldn’t believe you were touching Seokjin like this, wondering how your arms didn’t turn into spaghetti. 

You notice that his ears are red too, and not knowing whether you had caused that to happen or the sun, you apply a tiny bit to the top of each ear too. 

“Thank you,” he tells you, as he looks down with a shy smile, hands coming up to feel his ears. “Did you apply any on yourself yet?”

“No, I will now,” you answer. You spray sunscreen on your hands and over your body, knowing Seokjin’s eyes were on you the entire time. You stand up, take off your coverup, and apply sunscreen on your legs, your arms, your midriff, and your face - looking at him the entire time from behind your sunglasses. Seokjin only broke his gaze and had to look away when you began applying it onto your neck and upper chest area, his face turning red to match his ears. Knowing you caused him to react that way excited you and you wonder why you were ever nervous when it came to him... 

“Sit, let me do your back,” he says. You sit by him, giving him your back and the sunscreen.

Despite the heat, you feel shivers over your entire body as Seokjin begins touching you, accidentally letting out a small gasp when he lifts the band of your bikini top to rub you there. When he gets to the back of your waist, he lets his hand and long fingers reach over to your midriff and quickly skim the underwire of your bikini top below your breasts. You couldn’t tell if it was an accident or not, but you hoped it wasn’t… You face him as soon as he’s done and see how red he still was, you assumed you looked the same, still feeling shivers where his hands had been. A hot day had grown even hotter, and it was starting to become unbearable.

You think to break the tension and run into the water immediately, but just before you’re able to get up Seokjin surprises you by placing his hand over your midriff and stomach, before lightly touching your thighs and that’s when it hits you…. He was looking at your stretch marks. Not just looking at them, but feeling them. No one had ever done that before, and you couldn’t do anything but look at his fingers as he continued to do so, unable to look at his face in fear of what it might say. Yet he took his time, softly tracing the marks on your body. It’s only when he stops that you view him through your eyelashes, head tilted downwards.

“I love them,” he says.

“Y- you do?!,” you yell in shock.

“I do,” he says, his hand finding your thigh again. “Plus, they almost shine under the sun. Not everyone has shiny marks over their body. They’re pretty,” he says almost matter-of-factly.

You scoff in disbelief before grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. He leaves your lips to place another kiss on your forehead then swiftly ducks his head to place another kiss on the stretch marks he had just been admiring. You jump in response and Seokjin just giggles at his own actions, knowing it’d leave you flustered, before standing up and hurrying towards the sea.

You follow suit and catch up to Seokjin who is already knees-deep in the water, grabbing his arm as you venture deeper into the cool, refreshing water.

A couple of minutes into your swim, Seokjin gasps.

“What? What? Are there a bunch of fish that I can’t see? Did you see something under the water?!,” you ask him in a panic, looking beneath the waves from your peripheral vision. 

“No, no,” he laughs. “I would have screamed if that were the case. One minute!”, he says as swims towards the shore and runs out of the water and towards the beach house, returning with two cans of soda and the inflatable flamingo from his bag, wearing his pineapple hat before dipping back into the water.

“What’s this?”, you ask.

“It’s the greatest invention ever made,” he replies, the inflatable, floating flamingo over the water as Seokjin places the sodas into circle-shaped openings in its wings. A floating flamingo drink holder. Seokjin can’t help but laugh his head off at the cute flamingo carrying the sodas you’d both share, and you can’t help but laugh too. In times like these, his playful nature and windshield-wiper laugh make you laugh more than whatever he found funny. But no matter what, he always knew how to make you laugh.

You can’t help but think that you’re the luckiest girl on the planet, but you must’ve been staring at him for a bit too long, because apparently Seokjin had been talking to you but you were too lost in adoration for him to respond to whatever he said. Your thoughts are only interrupted when Seokjin splashes water onto you, and you happily do the same back to him. He brushes the wet hair out of his face and laughs.

You had so much love for this handsome doofus it was insane. 

— Author’s note: I was thinking of continuing this! Instead of continuing it with the events of the day, I can’t help but envision the second part being Seokjin and the OC/YN a bit further in their relationship and they decide to return to that beach house for their first night together… Let me know if you’re interested in that or if you have any suggestions when it comes to my writing or for the JK version I mentioned :) 💙

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Flustered steve-o x reader.. I beg... Also I love ur writing mwah pls stay hydrated!!!

Camo Swimsuits and Alligators

a/n: Aw thank you so much and you stay hydrated as well! I hope this fit is good for flustered Steve-o, if I'm being honest I'm bad when it comes to writing people flustered so I hope this is good!

prompt: You were in Florida shooting for Wildboyz, you were given a new swimsuit that had Steve-o more flustered than ever. After a stunt you left him even more flustered until the end of the day when he finally gets to talk to you about his feelings.

warnings: Alligators(?), Fem!reader, Fluff!

You were in Florida for Wildboyz, though you had argued a different title since before the beginning of the show but no one would budge so you left it as is. Florida was one of the more tame places you will go for the show. You were currently filming for season one and you and the group had already been to South Africa and Alaska, but so far Florida was defiantly your favorite.

You stepped out of your trailer wearing a camo swimsuit that matched with Chris and Steve-o's shirts along with some random Florida looking flower the team could find. You felt good today, and you didn't know if it was the sun or just the fact you woke up on the right side of the bed.

You stepped away from your trailer and began to look for your friends Chris and Steve-o. You finally found the two boys sitting under a tent soaking in the shade. Chris saw you and waved toward you, then hitting Steve-o causing him to look up at you and freeze in place.

Steve-o looked you up from head to toe, he was quick to notice your new swimsuit the team had put you in. Usually they put you in the same camo shorts they wore with a black tank top but today the team must've had a change of heart for your outfit.

"Hey boys." You said with a smile as you took the chair next to Steve-o, his eyes still following your body. "Hey Yn, new outfit?" Chris giggled. "Oh yeah, they thought since we were in Florida I should get an outfit that fits the heat." Chris side eyed Steve-o and was able to pick up every thought in the boys head as he stared at you.

"Steve-o do you think she looks nice?" Chris asked with a devilish smile plastered on his lips. Steve-o quickly snapped out of the trance you had him in as his cheeks flushed a red. "Wha-what? Sorry I was um daydreaming." Steve-o sputtered out. "I asked if you think Yn looks nice dreamer." Steve-o then turned his head again to look at you.

From the flower tucked into your hair, the way the Florida sun hit your skin and the way the swimsuit looked on you made him almost have a heart attack.

"I think she looks nice." Steve-o said as he looked at you with a large blush spread across his face. "Just nice?" Chris said. Steve-o whipped his head to Chris and slapped his chest. Chris jerking in his chair from the hit.

"Thanks Steve." You giggled, Steve-o turning his head back to you as he had a smile that showed how whipped you had him. "Yeah of course."

"Hey the three musketeers! We are shooting get your asses over here!" Jeff yelled. "Duty calls boys." You laughed as you stood from your chair.

"This is water that is filled with the animal that rules Florida grounds. The Alligator." Steve-o said, "Now you're probably wondering why the three of us have goggles on near this water." Chris said with his arms crossed. "The answer to that question is it's hot in Florida and I need to take a dip to cool down." You smiled.

All three of you placed your goggles onto your face then crossed your arms as you fell backwards into the water, a large splash following the three of you.

You hit the water and quickly turned your body around to try and spot and alligators you would possibly need to swim away from. What you weren't expecting is for one to be behind you as soon as you turned.

This caused you to imminently freak out and begin to swim away as quickly as you could. The alligator moved quicker than you though, but if it wasn't for you frantically kicking to swim away you wouldn't have kicked the alligator in the face causing it to swim away from you.

You began to swim backwards in fear the same alligator would come back and try and attack, but as you did so you crashed into something. You spun around in fear you had just hit a alligator but when you saw your friend Steve-o you hugged him like a backpack.

Steve-o pausing cause he didn't know what to do, did he swim up or try and get more footage by freaking you out? But Chris seemed to answer his question when he tapped his shoulder and pointed upward signaling to go up.

Steve-o swam upward with you in his arms, once the three of you hit the surface you all took a large breath in.

"Get me out! Get me the hell out Steve! I don't wanna do this anymore it's not fun!" You said as your grasp on Steve-o only tightened. Steve-o got flustered as he placed his hand on your back and swam to the small wooden dock.

Steve-o helped set you up onto the deck as you quickly moved your legs away from the edge of the dock. Rick came up to you with the camera and began to ask you what happened.

"I almost lost a fucking leg to an alligator. That's what fucking happened Rick." You said annoyed as you took a towel a crewmen handed you, saying a quiet thank you as you took it.

Steve-o and Chris shot the outro to the bit without you, but once they came back to the tent Steve-o was the first to open his mouth.

"Are you ok Yn?" He asked before he even fully entered the tent. "Still have both legs so I guess so." You chuckled. "You seemed freaked out, you ok now?" Chris asked, you nodded.

"You had a death grip on poor Steve." Chris laughed, "Oh yeah I guess I did, sorry about that Steve." You laughed. "No no it's ok it's understandable." Steve-o chuckled. "Well I'm glad I got to be your front facing backpack." You said. "Yeah me too."

"You too?" Chris said repeating his friend as he cocked a brow. "What? No I mean- that's not what I-" You interrupted Steve-o by laughing at his sudden embarrassment. "You want me to be your front facing backpack Steve?" "Well no but-" "Oh he totally does, he liked the way you had your arms around him, he probably wanted to kiss you-" "Chris! Shut up!"

But after a long day of shooting all you wanted to do was sit on the beach near the area you were shooting, the sun pretty low in the sky but not low enough for a sunset. You sat with your knees to your chest and your chin resting on them.

You were alone for awhile until you saw from the corner of your eye someone take a seat next to you, when you turned your head you saw a Steve-o who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.

"Hey." Steve-o said with a smile. "Hi Steve." You smiled back. It was quiet for a while, but it was a comfortable quiet one that you were ok with having. Steve-o sitting criss-cross as he looked down at his hands debating on what to say next.

The truth was he told Chris about how you made him feel all day long and Chris told him it was obvious to everyone but you. So Chris came up with the idea that Steve-o should go sit and talk to you on the beach and maybe even talk about how flustered you had him the whole day.

"So that alligator." He chuckled, "Oh god I don't even want to think about how stupid I looked in those clips." You laughed. "I'm sure you looked great, just like how you always do." Steve-o said. You looked at Steve-o with a cocked brow and a smirk. "Are you flirting with me Mr O?"

"What no! Unless you want it to be that way." He nervously mumbled. You only laughed at him, before turning your head back to the ocean. Steve-o was determined to ask you what Chris had him come over here to ask, so he needed to break the new silence.

"You looked um," Steve-o began as he looked at you, your head turning to face him. Chills ran down his spin as you looked at him, your soft eyes making him have to rewire his brain. "You looked really pretty today." Steve-o said with a nervous tone, not sure on how you would respond to him.

"Thanks Flirt-o." You smiled with a giggle, Steve-o nodding his head with a smile that read how badly he wanted to keep the conversation going this way. Silence fell over you guys again as Steve-o tried to figure out how to word his words.

"Uh Yn can I ask you something?" You turned your head at the words of Steve-o, your brows furrowing. "Yeah of course Steve, what's up?" "Well I don't know how to say this without being blunt," Steve-o chuckled. "I wanted to know if I could take you out somewhere? I get it if you don't want to and whatever." Steve-o chuckled nervously.

You looked at Steve-o, a small smile creeping onto your face. "I would really like that Steve." Steve-o's eyes widened at your words, he really wasn't expecting you to say yes to him. "Really?" Steve-o asked with a bright red face and a goofy smile. "Yes, really Steve." You laughed.

"Ok cool! Really cool! How about tomorrow after we are shooting?" "I'll be waiting till then Steve." You smiled. You scooted over closer to the boy and placed a kiss on his cheek before you stood up. "I'll see you later Steve." You smiled and gave a small finger wave. Steve-o's face a brighter red than ever as he waved a goodbye to you.

Steve-o watched you walk away from the beach till he couldn't see you anymore. He then turned back to the water with a large smile on his face and a large blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah dude!" Steve-o said to himself quietly as he fist bumped the air.

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