#boys in eyeshadow make my knees weak

[lissrissye]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔲𝔭 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪… 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫?

✿•˖* ㅤ synopsis ; they bought you makeup when you went shopping yesterday. you wanted to test it out on them because they had the perfect features! long eyelashes, plump lips, etc. (or you just did it for fun-)

✿•˖* notes ; i got lazy so i may or may not post the “they slap you during an argument”, sorry ya’ll ! 😭🙏💗

✿•˖* includes ; osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunosuke akutagawa, edgar allan poe, and fyodor~ ❥

✿•˖* genre ; sweet romance, fluff, safe for work !

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ is quite playful when you first asked if you could apply your makeup on him. He doesn’t mind at all, and he likes to play around with you as you test your makeup on him. He has soft, plump lips, so you decided putting some of your brand new lipsticks on him. The bratty brunette smudges the pink lipstick with his thumb once you take a step back to see how it looks. His specialty is to annoy you, really. Of course, you crossed you arms at him, but he just charmingly smirked at you in response, making your heart melt. —“Do I look like a beautiful princess?~”

You hated how he could just get away with anything with that smirk you loved oh too much. As you started to put eyeliner on your beloved, since he has perfect-shaped eyes, your beloved just decided to move around and mess you up. At this point, he was irritating you.

You had to offer him cuddles and kisses later for him to cooperate. You took a step back, taking a quick picture before you were about to wipe the makeup off him. However, he wanted to show it off… He ended up walking around Yokohama with the full-face of makeup on, not ashamed. You were humiliated by your detective lover’s behavior.

ɴᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ is annoyed when you request to put your makeup on him. He accepted in the end, but it took a lot of begging—… you had to go on your knees and plead him with your sad, adorable puppy eyes. Your arrogant, ginger-haired boyfriend could never say “no” to you anyways, you were his only weakness. During the process, he would complain, grumble, or groan loudly to get your attention, trying to demonstrate just how much he doesn’t like this at all.

—“Just know I’m only doing this because I know nobody else would put up with this bullshit.” The Port Mafia executive spoke with his signature scowl as you put mascara on him. You know just how much he despised being or looking vulnerable and inferior, especially in front of you. Though, he secretly enjoys this moment because he’s with you. That was the one benefit to him in this. You didn’t notice it, but a soft smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you were occupied looking for blush.

Once you turned around, he quickly dropped the grin of his and acted all tough and irritated again. He was trying not to smile so hard… you look so excited, it was adorable to him. He had to look away to prevent himself from letting a smirk come across his face.

ʀʏᴜɴᴏꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ is flustered when you abruptly approach him with the objective to test your brand new makeup products on him. He was surprised at first, then his face slowly turned red in embarrassment. He didn’t want to just shoo you away, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to look pathetic with makeup on… those sad, pleading eyes of yours looking up at him… how could he just send you off?

—“Fine, just not to much… okay, my… lo-love?” Your dark-eyed dear told you. He was such a sweetheart in the interior, hesitating to call you a cute name, even as simple as ‘my love’, since the poor boy had never received love before, making it difficult for him to be romantic with you. When you sat him down, you feel his body is tense. He was unsure about this. You then instructed him to shut his eyes tight so you can put eyeshadow on him. He was obedient despite how much it hurt ego. After you’ve finished putting eyeshadow on Akutagawa’s eyelids, you noticed his cheeks a warm, pink hue.

—“Huh, I don’t recall applying blush on your cheeks…” You thought, and in response, Akutagawa just looked away in silence. He tried avoiding the subject so you wouldn’t realize he was really flustered because of you.

ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ ᴀʟʟᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴇ is shy when you distracted him from writing his mystery novel for Ranpo to solve, with the desire of adding your makeup products to test on him. He immediately looked away with a bright, cherry-red face as you sat on his lap, putting your products on his desk and moving his novel aside for a moment. With shaky hands, her puts his hands on your hips to support you, as the last thing he wanted was for you to fall off his lap.

—“Ok-okay… please don’t overdo it th-though, sweetheart…” Your timid darling spoke in a quiet voice as you start to put foundation on his face. You lifted the hair from his face just to see him already looking down at you with a gentle, loving and affectionate look. He allowed you to tap foundation on his forehead, use your brush to put blush on his cheeks, use mascara on him, etc. He was okay with it as long as you didn’t use to much of your products on him.

When you had finished, he turned you around so he could continue working on his novel with you on his lap. He felt very hot, so you wondered if he had a fever. In reality, he was just so humiliated that his entire body felt hot.

ᴅᴏꜱᴛᴏᴇᴠꜱᴋʏ ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ is neutral when he felt your arms embrace his torso from behind, seeking to use your makeup products on him. He turned around, carrying you to your shared bedroom, setting you down and sitting on the bed. You sprinted to your desk, grabbing hold of all the new products he had purchased for you.

—“You have my permission, myshka. Just as long you remove it once your done.” Fyodor cooed with a soothing voice in your ear, stroking your smooth hair with his pale, cold hands. You smiled brightly as you reached for red lipstick and lipgloss to start off with. It was wine-red, and your terrorist beloved seemed to enjoy the color. He kissed your cheek as soon as you finished layering the lipstick with lipgloss, leaving a mark on your cheek. He knew just how to fluster you. You didn’t even bother to rub it off and just proceeded to put highlighter at the corner of his eyes, as well as contour on his nose, etc.

As you were finishing up putting highlighter on your boyfriend’s nose, Fyodor was in a trance, captivated by your beauty, as if he got hypnotized by you. Though, your didn’t pick up on this.

#bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa x you #akutagawa x y/n #edgar allan poe #poe x reader #poe x you #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #fyodor x y/n

[cheonsafics]

I like you too

pairing. best friend!sunwoo x f!reader

genre. smut, slight angst + jealousy, a bit fluff

summary. it’s been a while since sunwoo developed a little crush on his best friend – you. but how is he supposed to make a move when you’re too busy going out almost every weekend and sleep with guys that aren’t him?

warnings. mild swearing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, mentions of alcohol/drinking, praise, friends to lovers

authors note. my first ever fanfic! thanks to @haechnlovely for requesting, i hope you like it! have fun reading and let me know what you think. :)

you’ve known sunwoo ever since the two of you met in elementary school. the curly haired boy was fun to be around, always a joke on his lips. it was just so easy to hang out with him. you never had to dress up nicely or put on makeup, even if he genuinely enjoyed to watch you get ready for a night out. but there was just something about your beautiful bare face and hair losely tied up in a messy bun that made him weak in the knees. the different guys you hooked up with were lucky bastards and every time you brought one of them home, sunwoo felt this heart-clenching sorrow deep inside of him. was it.. jealousy?

the two of you lived together for about a year now and during that time, sunwoo never introduced you to a girl, let alone brought one to your shared apartment. it was strange, really. the boy was blessed with handsome features – big, round eyes, pouty (and very kissable) lips, dark locks resting on his forehead. maybe he just didn’t want to date? or hook up? almost impossible, at least that’s what you thought. the girls were after him for sure, yet sunwoo decided to not fuck them in one of those shady clubs you knew too well.

your delicate fingers rummaged around in the little drawer of your desk, looking for a specific type of eyeshadow. the one sunwoo bought as a gift for your birthday last year. you truly had no idea how he managed to pick your favorite color and brand at the same time. “i picked this one because it emphasizes your stunning hazel eyes.” sunwoo’s words still rang in your ears like a catchy tune. he was a good guy and maybe an even better.. boyfriend? the thought made you release a frustrated sigh, if only things were different. you finally found what you’ve been looking for, gently applying the glittery eyeshadow with your index finger.

too caught up in your own actions, you didn’t notice a familiar figure leaning in the doorway, watching in curiosity. “wow, look at you.” sunwoo’s deep voice echoed through the room, a satisfied grin plastered to his disgustingly handsome face. that fucker. “sunwoo...” you let out in a whine “i told you to knock before speaking up. you always watch me in silence, creep.” you said with a hint of humor, shooting the boy a teasing smirk. sunwoo rolled his eyes in a playful manner, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“hey, do you want me to come with you? you know, for the extra fun?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, dark orbs glued to your petite frame on the floor. you looked absolutely magnificent in that dress and the male couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like from behind, bunched up at your waist, as he pounded into you.

“huh? are you for real? i mean, sure. but please wear something..” your eyes darted down to the grey sweatpants hanging losely on his hips “..appropriate. or they won’t let us in.” you quickly adverted your gaze, otherwise this would’ve been very embarrassing for you and the ultimate ego boost for sunwoo.

“okay, boss. as you wish.” famous last words before he magically vanished, picking an outfit. as much as you loved your best friend, there was this.. tension. you blamed it on your sex deprived ass because during the entire friendship, sexual fantasies of sunwoo never crossed your mind. okay, maybe once. or twice.

it took another five minutes to complete your makeup, standing proudly in front of the mirror, eyes taking in your fully dressed up appearance. it was simple yet chic, sunwoo’s favorite combination.

speaking of the devil, he found his way back to your room and the sight let your jaw fell slack. dark hair pushed back neatly to expose his forehead, black dress pants clinging to his long legs and a white button up shirt doing nothing to hide the slender waist he usually kept well hidden underneath all the oversized clothing.

you were genuinely flabbergasted by the visuals of the man in front of you, perfectly plucked eyebrows raised as you continued to stare nonchalantly. “cat got your tongue?” sunwoo broke the silence, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his plush lips. asshole.

“i can’t let you walk around like this. unless you finally take a girl home.” you gestured towards his outfit, still taken aback by the boys pretty frame. life was unfair.

“come on, y/n. you know damn well i don’t collect women like pokémon. i think you try to pass your sexual frustration onto me, huh?” his words made you choke on air, a light shade of pink decorating your cheeks. you wanted sunwoo to live life to the fullest and enjoy himself. and in your philosophy of life, it included having sex.

“don’t make me sound like some sort of sex addict just because you don’t get laid, sunwoo. it’s not my fault you’ve been living like a nun for the past year of us living together. you’re annoying.” you blurted out, overwhelmed by the intense emotions you suddenly felt. the two of you rarely had fights, only a few disagreements here and there.

sunwoo didn’t quite believe his ears at your choice of words. he was annoying? “okay, wow. ever thought i simply don’t want to sleep with some stranger i just met at some shady club? not everyone is like you, ready to jump into bed with someone they’ve known for twenty minutes. there are people who actually want to remember the previous night and not wake up, wondering who the fuck lays next to them.”

you felt a little sting in your heart at his harsh tone, anger replaced by sadness. “wow, that’s how you really think of me? fuck off, sunwoo. you just completely ruined the night for me. leave.” you muttered quietly, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.

“of course you just tell me to fuck off. that’s how you deal with problems, right? avoid them until they hopefully go away. you have no idea how jealous i get whenever i hear your moans at night, screaming someone elses name. you’re too busy fucking around you don’t even notice the way i remember every little detail – how you like your coffee in the morning, your favorite color, the flowers you like the most.” his voice got painfully quiet, eyes practically boring holes into the back of your head. the boy stood in the middle of your room, jaw clenched tightly. but before you were able to answer, he turned on his heels and left.

you stared in disbelief at the floor, unable to form a coherent thought. did your long term best friend just confess his love to you? what were you supposed to do?

as much as you wanted to get batshit drunk with your friends right now, you decided to stay at home and drown your sorrows in a bottle of champagne. all alone. in your room. your feet carried you to sunwoo’s door as the alcohol finally started to get into your system, knocking quietly. “s-sun? i’m so, so sorry about earlier.. please, c.. can we talk?” the words left your mouth like a waterfall, nails scratching slightly on the wooden surface as you waited for a response.

no noise was to be heard, not even the clicking of sunwoo’s mechanical keyboard. dead silence. your hand wandered to the door handle, slowly pushing it down to enter his room. it was pitch black, lights turned off, curtains closed. your eyes adjusted to the dark, slowly making out the brown haired boy on the edge of his bed, huge palms covering his face.

you carefully approached his large figure, dropping to your knees in front of his spread legs. “hey, i’m so sorry about what i’ve said earlier.. y-you can do whatever you want, sorry for making fun of you for not having sex, i wish i–” your apology was cut off by sunwoo’s hands reaching for your face, pulling you up to meet his puffy lips in a heated kiss. a surprised noise slipped out of your mouth, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

the male pulled away for a split second, searching for any sort of discomfort on your face. “fuck, sorry, is this okay?” a questioning look lingered on his face, ready to stop at any given moment. your gazes locked, heat slowly rushing to your core. “more than okay, please don’t stop..” you let out in a faint whisper, grinding on his growing erection.

sunwoo hissed at the contact of your barely clothed cunt rubbing deliciously over the fabric of his pants, neatly cut nails digging into your sides to calm himself down. easy. it’s just.. he didn’t touch a female in over a year. and the fact that you sat in his lap made him insanely nervous.

the friction of his hard cock sent you straight to heaven, mindlessly rolling your hips into his as you slowly started to approach your high. it was almost embarrassing but you didn’t really care. sunwoo studied your facial expressions and he knew how close you were, judging by the way your eyes fluttered shut and breathing got uneven.

“fuck, are you about to come already, pretty girl?” his baritone voice went straight to your core, goose bumps forming on your bare arms. you desperately chased your high but a pair of huge hands suddenly stopped your movements. “i have to be inside of you, otherwise this will be embarrassing for me.”

he flashed a crooked smile, easily flipping you over so your body laid flat on his king sized bed. his slender fingers nervously worked on the zipper of his dress pants, pulling them down to his ankles hastily. the outline of his cock was undoubtedly impressive, perfect girth and length.

you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching with hooded eyes as he continued to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him desperate and naked. his erection stood proudly against his abdomen, precum leaking from the sensitive tip. the sight made your mouth water, panties already drenched at this point.

sunwoo’s gaze fell in between your opened legs, groaning animalistically as he noticed the dark patch on the thin fabric. he wasted no time and crawled onto the mattress, placing himself between your legs before he laid down on his stomach. “so, so fucking pretty. all for me?” your best friend growled as he dragged his index finger along your swollen slit, pulling the annoying piece of clothing to the side.

you whimpered at his praise, inhaling sharply the second you felt him push your panties out of the way. “sunwoo, please..” was all you managed to get out, mind too clouded with lust and desire.

your reaction made him chuckle in amusement, craning his head to have better access to your glistening core. he experimentally sucked on your throbbing clit, earning him a high pitched moan. sunwoo continued the abuse on your folds, index and middle finger sliding into you with ease.

“so wet already, oh my.” he pointed out, more to himself, pistoning his long digits in and out of you. his harsh movements made you throw your head back against the pillows, involuntarily clenching your walls around his fingers as he reached the spongy spot deep inside of you. “come for me, pretty girl. let go.”

his encouraging words made you let out a muffled whine, your vision blurry as you finally entered the gates to heaven. you let go, releasing your sweet juices all over his fingers and mouth. your orgasm hit you like a truck and sunwoo fucked you right through it.

he hummed lowly as you finally came, making sure to clean you up properly before he got up to sit on his knees. his cock was painfully hard, a hand coming up to stroke himself teasingly slow. “sunwoo..” you whispered his name, your chest rising and falling rapidly. you looked like an absolute mess – makeup completely ruined, the dress only covering one last inch of your body.

“i want you so bad, y/n...” he breathed out, reaching over to fumble a condom out of his drawer, quickly sliding it on. he leaned back down, aligning himself with your entrance. “is this still okay?” he asked once again and you just nodded without hesitation, gaze dropping to where the two of you were about to connect.

sunwoo took a deep breath and pushed in, your snuck walls immediately tightening around his cock. you moaned softly as he finally entered you, stretching you oh so deliciously. he felt amazing. “keep going, please.” you begged quietly, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him closer.

the action made you groan in unison and sunwoo started to pick up the pace, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow. the silent room was filled with heavy pants and soft praises. one of his hands slid down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while he continued to thrust, determined to make you release for a second time.

his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves made you see stars, nails desperately clawing at sunwoo’s bare back. he didn’t plan on slowing down but his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating how close he was. “sunwoo, right there, oh my god.” you spat out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his cock twitched inside of you, movements suddenly coming to an halt.

“fuck, your pussy just feels too good. can i..?” he let out in barely a whisper, carefully picking up the pace again. “go ahead..” you pulled him in, crashing your bruised lips against his. the boys hips started to buck uncontrollably and with a quiet groan, he released his load into the condom. you happened to reach your second high at the same time, legs shaking involuntarily as you let out a series of broken moans. sunwoo panted heavily, pressing little kisses to your neck as he slipped out of you to toss the condom into the trash, quickly crawling back under the sheets.

“sunwoo, i–” you started, quickly silenced by his index finger pressing against your lips. “i have to apologize. no words come close to how i feel about you, yet i acted like an absolute asshole. i like you, y/n. a lot. so much i felt like exploding whenever you brought one of those.. douchebags home. i should have told you, i’m sorry..” sunwoo’s words made your heart swell, a soft smile playing on your features.

“you know.. i actually like you too.”

#the boyz smut #the boyz hard thoughts #tbz smut #sunwoo smut #the boyz fanfic #tbz fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #tbz hard hours #the boyz hard hours

[silent-raven13]

High School AU

(Au: All the Spider gang are in high school except for Miguel, Peter, Jess, Ben, and etc. Miles and Hobie are dating. Gwen is Grunge aesthetic with Hobie's group of friends. Pavtri is dating Gayatri being the typical high school sweethearts.)

In Brooklyn Vision Academy, Miles giggles being pin against the school lockers while his tall skinny punker's hand on his waist muttering very dirty, yet romantic words towards the graffiti artist.

Miles is only seventeen years old having on his white collar uniform with spray paint stains and embroidered sunflowers on it, his blue jacket around his waist. His hairstyles into twist part is dye red.

The Academy may be strict on their educational system, and provide more opportunities, they are quite strict on dress code. Luckily, Miles always stated he's part of the art club and they are working on a massive mural right outside in the courtyard.

However as for Hobie, the punker didn't care how many dentition, warnings and all the other lectures, he does what he wants and wears what he wants. And he never steps out of bound from the dress-code policy, he specified how his ripped pants is suitable for low income students, and brings up classism. Either way, the principal normally left him off the hook not wanting to hear him.

So here's Hobie with his wicks tied into a bright blue loose ponytail, he wore two belts of different colors of yellow and pink, and miss match shoes and socks. His blue pants with patches, ripped white collar shirts and piercings. His lips painted black, wearing eyeliner and a messy smokey black eyeshadow with a bit of dark purple. All breaking dress code in the eyes of older teachers.

The seventeen year old teenager smirks at his boyfriend having to whisper to him again, "Mi, you gonna ditch Spanish or what?" His lips hovering over his Sunflower's lips as they make out.

Miles wraps his arms around his punker's neck, "Bae, you know I can't miss Spanish. My mamí got mad for having a B in class."

"Tsk," His punker sucked in his teeth then whispers again, "Luv, you can skip a couple of classes. Yuh a smart lad." His cockney accent coming out from time to time.

"Mmm," Miles' big doe eyes on his hot boyfriend, still thinking about it. When he thinks to himself, he does this put pout where his lips puckered out.

Hobie's heart flutter by his Sunflower's cuteness. Ugh, he wants to be greedy for today, so he flirted some more. "Come on, Sunflower." He purrs having his voice low, his hands pulling his boyfriend's hips forward feeling his crotch. "Don't do me like this. I want you to go to my pad and maybe we can you know."

"I know what?" His Sunflower asked pretending to not know what his boyfriend means.

"You know," The tall teenager leans over for another kiss, his lips feeling such soft sweet lips. The sounder of their lip locking echoes up in the third floor in building A, a place no one is ever around. "Hmm?"

"Mmm," Miles sighs loving how great of kisser his boyfriend is, "Okay, but if I get in trouble I'm gonna be mad at you."

"Luv, I'll take all the blame as long I'm with you." They made out with tongue this time, Hobie purrs lowly as he pull away, "Your so fine, right now. I gotta have you." His mouth hungry for more as he went in another heated kiss.

"Ohh, mmm." His Sunflower's knees felt weak feeling those soft lips. Pulling away to kiss him, "Bae, you're too much."

"But you love it." This made Miles bashful, he does love it when his boyfriend spoil him. They were about to kiss again, until one of the doors to the second floor opened wide open. The two froze seeing their happy bubbly friend spotting them.

"I knew you two would be up here!" The brown skinned preppy boy happily said, he saw Hobie looking annoyed. "Awe, don't be mad."

"Pav! What are you doing up here?" Miles asked. He tries to avoid his boyfriend's grumpy attitude.

"Gwen kept texting you if your gonna skip your last class, but never responded." Pavtri chuckles, "and I knew it's because ya'll were up here. Were you the ones leaving used condoms on the staircase." Just joking around, he likes seeing Miles' face. So priceless!

"What! No!" The Black Latino looks so horrified like hell he'll get caught in the school. Sure him and his boyfriend done things like touching each other, but never full blown sex in the school staircase. "That's so ballsy! I'm not the type!"

Hobie chuckles, his Sunflower is too cute. His arms wrapping around his hips. "He's only teasing, Sunflower."

"Yeah, like you ever done that." Pavtri cracks up. "Anyway, are we down at your pad, Hobie?"

"Miles said yes, so yeah. We should get going!" The punker chimes.

"Alright, I'll go let the gang know. See ya there." Their friend left them alone, which was a lot better.

The punker was about to go back to kissing his boyfriend, until a hand stops him. "What?"

"If I'm skipping, I need to get my art supplies from my club. I left it in the art class instead of my locker." Miles pointed out. "And my painting is there."

"Okay, we'll go get it, but first..." His mouth went in for another kiss. The two happily share kisses.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spiderverse

[127luvr]

Hi :) Can I request a fanfic with Cravity's Seongmin where reader has a totally obvious crush on him.

Give me your love

Ahn Seongmin x Male Reader

You stared at Seongmin from afar, keeping your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth. It was hard—keeping your eyes off of him even as he sat getting his makeup done. The only sign that he was awake being the rhythmic tapping of his long fingers on the stylist’s desk. He looked so elegant, the cherry pearl necklace sitting perfectly around his neck.

You didn’t get to interact with him often, only bumping into him during award shows or when you were conveniently promoting at the same time.

Regardless, you were smitten. Every conversation left you a stuttering mess, something he brushed off as you just being an introvert. His members however—they always gave you a knowing look when they were around you.

“(Y/n)-ah.” You swallowed hard, walking up to Seongmin’s sweet voice. “Do I have something on my face?” You stared down at him as he looked up at you from the chair, the mere act of him looking at you making you weak to your knees. Refusing to meet his burning gaze, you shook your head. “Then what is it?”

You pulled up an empty chair next to Seongmin, sitting so close you could smell his refreshing cologne. This was bad for you.

“What is… what?” Seongmin turned away from his stylist to face you, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“Your death stare.” He chuckles, a sound that immediately makes the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Just kidding!” The stylist leaves with a last touch up of makeup for Seongmin, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stare at the ceiling, clenching and unclenching your hands in your lap as the silence filled your ears. Panic was settling in. You wanted nothing more than to talk to Seongmin with ease. To ask him about his interests and learn about what kind of music he enjoyed listening to but nothing came out. No matter how many times you tried to form a sentence, it never came out.

“Can I do your makeup?”

You never had the opportunity to play with makeup as a kid—growing up a boy in a rather moderate family it just wasn’t something that piqued your interest. Until now.

Seongmin was practically sitting on your lap, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to signal his deep concentration. You tried to control your breathing as he patted the eyeshadow onto your eyelid—making sure he didn’t notice anything abnormal in your behavior that could weird him out. It was hard to keep your cool—his slim fingers seeming to touch every inch of skin on your face, the smell of his cologne so overwhelming you swore you could taste it.

It was going to be difficult opening your eyes and seeing him so up close. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep your composure any longer.

#ahn seongmin #seongmin #cravity seongmin #cravity #seongmin x male reader #cravity x male reader #I’m so sorry it took so long 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #thank you for requesting :^

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headcannons of The vamp bois

long one kinda, also nsfw will be its separate post if i even post it. (Also if anyone wonders this is still set in 1987) ALSO JUST A WARNING THIS MOVIE IS NOTHING LIKE TWILIGHT AND IS WAY WAY DIFFERENT SO PLEADE PLEASE DONT MENTION TWILIGHT STUFF. (This is just little note to anyone who is new to this movie and has seen twilight) also my head cannons won’t involve laddie or star since i don’t like writing about little little kids and star isn’t my favorite character, but I might hint to them.

Tw: (slight self harm will be marked down.

David

pronouns: he/him

hes been turned for 2 years, and he was turned when he was 18.

hes the most serious, but cares about the others. they know that he cares for them even if he says he doesnt.

he dyes is hair every week and a half, that shit dead as fuck but hes dead anyways.

likes to get hugs but will never accept them with the others around or in public, since it makes him look weak.

He loves cats but can’t be around them since they don’t like him due to him being a vampire except for a few strays that stay near their hideout.

He hates Marcos birds that marco keeps in the hideout.

He has smoked since he was 12 due to his father smoking around him and leaving out a pack out in the open (80s sucked)

He sometimes stole some eyeliner or even eyeshadow to just test it out, but when marco and Paul stole a shit ton of eye makeup to fuck around he sometimes put on eyeliner or eyeshadow.

He is very very territorial to the hideout when people near that he doesn’t want to kill or turn.

He has cuddly moments and when alone with someone he loves he will be cuddly and won’t let his love leave his arms until they need to eat, or go to the bathroom.

(Tw Self harm)

He has scars from an accident as a kid when he wanted to see how sharp each knife was in his dad’s collection. (He took many of the knifes that he used when he disappeared)

Also his grandpa was a veteran and had a whole knife collection and when his grandpa passed away his father got all the knifes.

When he feeds he is not very messy and won’t let a drop waste

IF ANYONE FUCKS WITH HIS BOYS THEY WILL BE ON SITE

Marco

Pronouns: he/they

Hes was turned at 17 and has been a vampire for a few months he is the newest member.

He has the least grip on his urge for blood and his vampire form. He does what he is doing in the GIF when ever he is around someone who’s blood smells delicious to him.

He has the strongest sense of smell out of the group which makes it harder for him to control himself.

He’s the shortest but don’t let that fool you. He’s very very aggressive at times and will start or add to fights.

He’s best friend is Paul. They always talk to each other and Paul is very very protective of him.

This little boy is very cuddly and handsy, if he falls in love and you’re near him he will hold them or they will hold him.

He is such a sweet ball full of love when he isn’t angry or overwhelmed with the smell of blood.

He loves when his hair is played with.

BIRDS THE ORIGINAL BIRD BOY

Part of the hideout area is just full of birds that he takes care of and Paul sometimes helps.

If he finds a person to love and they help him take care of the birds he will be weak in the knees for them.

Eyeliner, every day. Some days are more noticeable then other days.

Knows how to knit, sew, and crochet. He fixes the others clothes if they have holes in them, and sometimes makes gloves to just wear on his own.

Oh and he has a slight stubble on his face, it’s barely noticeable but he doesn’t want his facial hair that noticeable.

When he feeds it’s a huge mess. Blood will be all over his chin and it will drip down to his shirt

Dwayne

Pronouns: he/him might try she/her

Turned when he was 19 has been turned for 1 year and 9 months

THE MOTHER OF THE GROUP

He is like a momma bird to his little baby birds. He’s protective and since they can eat human food if they ever want human food he quickly goes to get it.

He can make jewelry and makes most of his earring’s. (He made the one that david, and Paul is wearing in the Gif)

He doesn’t mind the birds in the hideout. They get a bit annoying but he likes them since their pets and it makes him feel some humanity is left in him.

He cuts the guys hair and his all the time when ever needed.

He has tried dying his hair since david wanted to. Let’s just say, that won’t ever happen again.

He always has slight facial hair. It’s not fully noticeable like david but can be visible.

This man wants a kid but can since he’s technically dead, so when ever he is around a kid that watches them he just smiles and waves at them. (Most of the time the parents see and quickly move the kid away 🥲)

He likes to wear bracelets and rings, but his least favorite thing to wear due to the California heat. A shirt. Confusing right since they l wear jackets. (I might get into that stuff later though)

He has a tattoo that he got from his older brother when he turned 18, it was his mothers name since she past away that year.

He is the sweetest of the group.

He’s the silent one though most of the time so he doesn’t really praise or say he loves you to his partner.

He just shows it though action. Like holding them, rubbing his face into their hair or neck like a cat. Or protecting them from any type of harm even just bugs.

He’s acts like a cat lion at times also. and he has claws so watch out.

When feeding he is the cleanest of them all. There is some blood on his face or chest but not a lot.

Paul

Pronouns: any he/him is mainly used since 1987

Turned when he was 17 he’s been turned for 1 year.

He is very very hyper and talkative.

He is a lot like a frat boy at times, and if you find that wrong you can fight me. Look up the definition and you’ll see.

He’s a lot like a golden retriever and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s a hyper boy and is loyal once he finds the one.

He is the supplier for all the booze and alcohol they drink, even though alcohol can barely make them drunk.

Paul doesn’t care about the birds but help marco out since he will do anything for Marco.

He barely brushes his hair but when he does it takes him 3-4 hours to brush it and Dwayne has to help him due to how rare he brushes it.

He has tattoos. There are mostly stick and poke and random things but he’s recently got a tattoo for free and he got fangs and blood dripping down ironically.

When he finds a lover he is very very playful and likes to tease. He also love them very much and makes sure they know.

He loves his S/O and if they ever think he doesn’t he will prove it in many ways, from giving them cuddles, or the little devils tango to murdering someone for them, or if they are a vampire like him killing the person and bring the body to his S/O like a cat giving their owner it’s prey. (Sometimes the person is alive…)

He loves when his hair is brushed by someone else, that’s why he rarely brushes it, and if his s/o does it trust me he will get on his knees for them.

MESSY FEEDER he will have blood all over his chin chest sometimes will have it on his face. He doesn’t hold back when drinking blood.

All of them

If their s/o is ever okay with it and they are starving for blood they will drink a little from their s/o.

They are all down bad for a s/o who cares for them and will play with their hair.

They have their moments were they are rude or shut away but that’s normal for a teenage boy, or man that will be stuck as teenagers forever.

TEENAGE BOYS

Anyways they have that little day of a month when it special and it’s called heat, we won’t get into the nsfw shit, but when that happens they will want to hold you, and they all have heat at the same time basically. 1 after the other.

Paul gets clingy but quiet, david gets clingy and very very talkative, Dwayne clingy and territorial, marco agressive clingy boy.

They all have their issues and problems that can be harder to deal with every day.

Paul has the issue of being very very energetic to the point where he might hurt someone.

Marco has bad bad anger issues.

Dwayne goes into silent spells and won’t talk to anyone and won’t voice his needs, and might even disappear.

David has anger issues and the need to control. He has this power greed issue where he will be agressive to anyone who he sees under him or weak during this time so nobody is safe.

None of them asked for this, and don’t like being a vampire secretly, some days they just need loving. They need to be held and reassured. Since their life got taken from them by a SHIT PERSON WHO I HATE.

ALSO they all have long tongues and they are a lot like a snakes tongue. I’ve read somewhere about that and Marco cleaned his face with his so after feeding I can imagine most of them cleaning their chins with their tongue, except Dwayne he uses a cloth.

ANYWAYS that’s is really. They have their ups and downs they are sweet boys and just need love. Have a good day to who reads this.

#paul lost boys #david lost boys #marco lost boys #dwayne lost boys #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #fluff #angst #vampires

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Infuriating -Johnny Suh Pt2

Hello! The long awaited Infuriating pt2 is here!! 

Thank you to everyone for requesting a part 2 and I’m sorry it took me so long😅

Part 1 Here

And I want to give a special thank you to @flowerboykun for proofreading this and making this incredible banner for me I appreciate you so much!

And big thank you to @se-onghwa for proofreading and all the words of support! 

This is part 2 to the Infuriating I posted on my old blog @we-are-luxury-and-treasure hope you like it!

TW NSFW - Dom(softish) Johnny, Sub(reader) but those are the only TW I think? Sorry if I missed anything

Word count -  3,195

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To say that Johnny was stalking you would be an overstatement, it was more like haunting.

Ever since you snapped at him a couple of weeks ago you feel like he’s just been. . . watching you. He’s always just somewhere around the corner and you start to feel like prey. His dark amber eyes seem to follow you everywhere and record your every move.

You often recall his threat of “Next time you’ll be punished, so please behave.” At the worst times it never fails to send shivers down your spine.

Today is no different, except instead of shivering alone in the safety of your house away from Johnny, you're thinking of his threat right in front of him like the idiot you are.

Currently trying not to sweat, you're applying makeup to his face for an interview they have, and while the boys behave better, Johnny is still acting up and pushing your buttons just not in the same way. Now he does things like, winking at you, putting his hand on your back to move past even if he didn't need to, leaning too close to whisper something to you, etc, etc but today he’s actually been well mannered.

You lightly hum to yourself as you carefully place eyeshadow onto Johnny's eyelids, his calm breathing is slightly suspicious, he never sits still, but you’ll take what you can get.

The lively sounds of the boys roughhousing behind you fill the room while you stand between Johnny's knees to get every detail right. You shift your weight to one side, you lean over, and grab a clean brush on the table behind his shoulder. 

Mark then decided this would be a perfect time to stumble back, knocking you into Johnny which wouldn’t have been so bad had Johnny not immediately gripped the back of your thighs much tighter than was necessary, effectively holding you against him.

A small yip escapes you when you make contact and you quickly try to scan his face to see if there was a mistake in his makeup due to you being pushed, when you find none you look up and notice Johnny staring at you. 

His eyes flick from your eyes to your lips a couple of times before he takes in a shaky breath and you realize you're still on top of him.

You feel the burn of embarrassment through your spine to the pit of your stomach and try to move away.

He flexes his fingers for a second demanding you meet his gaze one more time.

And you swear to god the spark his amber eyes ignite is enough to set your every nerve on fire.

The whole ordeal takes less than five seconds, Mark is already pulling you up and off of Johnny and starts spilling apologies through his laughter.

 You brush him off as well as yourself with a soft “no harm done” and everyone went about their business, but Johnny suddenly seemed. . . off

So here you are, waiting behind the camera of the well-lit studio trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with Johnny, he keeps avoiding eye contact and shifting around in his seat. 

The lights have caused a slight sheen of sweat to appear on your skin, and just as you go to wipe your brow you finally notice what made Johnny so uncomfortable.

The poor man has a boner.

And there's nothing he can do about it.

The situation is almost laughable until you happen to catch his eye and he sees you smirking. 

You’ve never seen such a livid fire in someone’s eyes.

I’m absolutely and royally fucked.

The interview ended much too quickly in your opinion, you’re all ushered into the ‘backstage’ area.

As you’re gently wiping the makeup off Yuta’s face a very impatient Johnny hovers close by you. 

Everyone packs up and leaves, you remain in the semi-lit room gathering all the little tools and brushes.

Hearing footsteps approach, your heart drops, you know exactly who it is, and how much trouble you’re in.

“Do you happen to remember what was said the last time we spoke?” He’s behind you, “Cause I remember a very clear warning was given to you.” Too afraid to turn around, you remain with feet frozen and gently lift your head to catch his reflection in the mirror. Big mistake.

It never ceases to amaze you just how intimidating the usually sweet but large man is, especially when he’s looking at you like that.

Like he’s a hunter who has fatally cornered his prey, you.

A hot chill shoots through your body as you watch him approach your backside, trying to steady yourself as you grip the makeup table in front of you when he's finally close enough to touch you.

“You think you’re so slick don’t you?” Oh shit, he knows

He smirks as he continues with a taunting cadence in his voice “Think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been acting? Always standing closer to me than you do the others when you do our make up, always leaning further into me,” He presses himself against you pushing you roughly into the table with his own causing a sharp pain in your hip bones as he leans in closer dropping his tone “Wearing clothes that show just a little more skin, wearing a hint more perfume than normal. . . you really think you’d get away with that shit going unnoticed?”

And that’s just the thing, you wanted him to catch you. 

His hands have begun to wander up to your hips and sides, tracing your shoulders, left hand going back to your waist as the other wraps itself into your hair tugging your head to the side, you make eye contact in the mirror and holy shit does he look delicious. He’s in a white shirt and jeans leftover from the interview, bare face and hair tousled.

And he’s looking at you like you're his favorite meal.

You’re all but gasping for breath at this point, he’s literally knocked the wind from your lungs. 

And that’s when a scary thought strikes you. . . he’s hardly even touched you yet.

“Now tell me, pretty baby, did I not give you a very clear warning about what would happen if you didn't behave?”

Unable to nod with his hand holding your hair you whimper out a weak yes.

“And what did you do today that caused you this situation?”

He punctuates the last word with a knee coming in between your legs from behind, the action makes all the words you’ve ever learned flee from your brain.

“You should know better than to ignore me. . . but I’ll make it real clear for you just this once” He lets go of your hair and begins to roam with his fingertips, surprisingly gentle

“You left me painfully hard right before the interview.”

Fingers gripping your wrists he brings your hand back to start feeling his toned waist through the soft material of his shirt

“You just had to walk in looking like that today...had to let Mark push you right into me. . . just had to leave me hanging like nothing happened”

His teasing tone is too much, you have to keep stopping yourself from making any noise to not embarrass yourself.

He must notice your attempts at the silence and all it does is piss him off.

“Oh absolutely not baby, let me hear you.” 

His hands release yours and one goes to your thigh while the other slips under your shirt caressing your stomach a little more firm than his touch was before, cold rings on his fingers cause a chill to run through you leaving goosebumps behind

He’s being assertive and maybe a little aggressive but you know if you told him to stop he would. He knows you want this as bad as he does, if not even a little more. You had been teasing him after all, you wanted to push all his buttons until he snapped.

“I’m a man of my word baby. It’s time for you to be put in your place and learn who’s boss.”

You begin to push back against his hips with your own, feeling the bulge starting in his pants is driving you wild, you want so bad to run your mouth and get smart with him, but his hands on your bare skin feel so damn good you can’t bring yourself to say anything, not trusting your voice to not come out as a whine.

“What did I say about letting me hear you, baby?”

He grips the thigh he’s holding tightly and finally starts to slip his hand under your bra giving you some relief from your ever-growing frustrations.

He begins to toy with your nipple and knead your breast while his other hand travels closer to where you need him most.

The action causes you to finally let out a soft but deep moan, you reach back and grip his hair while your eyes close, head falling back onto his toned chest

“Oh god. . . that’s it baby, loosen up a bit” He encourages your sounds with a harder grip on your breast and contact with the point between your legs.

He begins to rub you through your pants, the sounds spilling from your lips become more frequent 

“Finally behaving and giving me what I want. . . Now be a good girl and tell me what it is you want from me huh?”

It takes all your willpower to reign yourself back in and attempt to speak despite him torturing you through your clothes like this.

You open your eyes and take in the sight of the two of you in the mirror. His hair is still being gripped by you, his eyes are on fire and he looks like it’s taking everything in him to hold back in case you change your mind.

But you finally have Johnny Suh with his hand up your shirt and down your pants offering you the night of your life, no way in hell you’re gonna tell him no.

You look back up into his eyes in the mirror while gripping his hair and wrist tighter

You challenge him with the most sultry tone you can muster “Johnny, I want you to ruin me, and show me who’s really in charge”

You can see in his eyes the exact moment he snaps while you speak, pupils blowing out and grip almost bruising he spins you around to face him.

He grips your jaw the way he did after you yelled at him, except instead of scolding you like he did then, he’s pressing his lips onto yours.

Moaning into his mouth you strain onto your tippy toes to match his ridiculous height, without much luck but neither of you was focusing on that at the moment.

He lifts you by the back of your thighs onto the makeup table, bringing a hand up to your chin again he tugs your jaw open to slip his tongue inside to run against your own.

And you’ll be damned if it isn’t the best thing you’ve ever felt, you vocalize this to him with another rather loud moan.

He leans back and you whine at the loss of contact as his long fingers find the bottom of your shirt.

“God baby you keep making noises like that and I can’t promise to control myself. . .”

He goes back in for another kiss as his hands make their way up your shirt again much to your relief.  

“Then don’t. . .” The words are mumbled into Johnny’s mouth but he hears them nonetheless. 

He lets out a rather dark chuckle at your attitude.

“Oh baby, you have some manners to learn” With that, he cocks his hand back and lands a loud but rather pain-free smack to the part of your thigh exposed by your high waisted shorts causing the muscles to clench on contact at the warning and a noise you didn’t know you could make left your mouth much to his delight. 

He smooths over the afflicted skin with his large palms while whispering sweet sweet praises into your ear. Johnny gently lifts your shirt over your head, he begins trailing hot open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone and goddamn does it make you wet.

You can feel yourself get hotter the farther down his mouth travels and you feel like if he doesn’t quit teasing you with his lips and fingertips you're gonna explode

And this is when the whining starts “Johnny. . . please do something I’m gonna die” you curl your fingers back into his hair when he laughs at how desperate you sound.

“I love the way you sound when you whine my name baby.”

“I mean it, Johnny, I'm gonna die please do something, please” your begging seems to have done the trick cause now Johnny is on his knees in front of you still looking at you like you're his favorite meal.

“Lift your hips”

That definitely wasn’t a request and you are more than willing to comply. He slips your shorts down your legs (you barely register not knowing when he unbuttoned them) along with your now-soaked underwear, your thick scent sticking in the air.

He groans at the smell of your arousal and the sight of your soaked heat “Oh fuck baby look at you. . .” using both hands he spreads your legs farther causing your lips to part “Can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner”

And with that, he dives right into biting at your soft thighs causing the sweetest sound he’d ever heard to fall from your pretty lips and he knows he’s already addicted.

“Are you ready sweet baby?” You nod.

He slaps your thigh again but harder this time leaving a full outline of his long slender hand “Use your words, baby, be a good girl and answer me properly yeah?”

“Yes Johnny, yes I’m ready, please, please I’m ready” Not your most eloquent of sentences but it satisfies him to hear your smart mouth not be so smart anymore.

“Good girl. . .” That causes a shiver to run down your whole body “Aw does my baby like being told how good she is?” 

You start to nod but remember that he wants words

“Yes dear god I love it. . .” you're honestly on the verge of tears by now, he’s been so close yet so far this whole time “Good girls get rewards, so behave.” He finally leans forward and delivers a soft lick to your sensitive clit and you don’t think you’ve ever moaned so loud in your whole life, you’ve been driven shameless by him and his mouth.

His hands hold your legs open as he works over you with his mouth, tongue applying just the right amount of friction and pressure to start pushing you to climax.

His name falls from your mouth like a prayer and it does nothing but boost his ego and drive him crazy, he’s so hard and trapped by his pants but he couldn’t care less when he finally has you on his tongue after months of secret pining and he isn’t gonna throw this chance away. 

He wants to make sure you keep coming back again, and again, and maybe even agree to be his.. But you’ll have that talk later, right now your fingernails are grazing his scalp making him groan into you, sending vibrations up your core.

Waves of white-hot electricity crash over your body, thighs trembling and tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. 

Johnny is by far the most talented man you’ve had between your legs and you're already almost about to cum, it’s so fast you’re almost embarrassed but you know that he’s doing it on purpose, proving a point to you about how you’ll now be ruined for anyone else. No one will be as good as him and you both know it.

You’re begging him to keep going but he takes it one step further by easing a slender finger into your beyond slick heat. 

“Ahhh fuck. . .” He looks up at you and the sight mixed with his tongue and fingers almost does you in right there. 

“Fuck Johnny, I’m so so close please, more please”

It’s official, he’s reduced you to nothing more than a begging, sobbing, mess.

He smirks into you while adding a third finger with the others,

“Johnnyyy” 

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow

“Can I please, please cum? I can’t hold it anymore please”

You weren’t sure why you were asking, it just seemed like something you should do.

And you were right.

“Since you asked so nicely” He picked up the pace in all the right ways that had you falling apart right there on top of the makeup table.

You tried to stay as quiet as possible but he made that very challenging, his fingers and tongue worked you through your high in the most perfect way possible, firm but not too much to make you overly sensitive, but he knew exactly what to do to make it last as long as possible.

You're a panting sweaty mess when he stands up

“Open” remembering what he said about good girls getting rewards you immediately obey, wanting to make him pleased with you.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth and you make a point to look directly into his eyes while you clean them with your mouth, leaving little to the imagination about what you'd be doing if it wasn't his fingers..

“Fuck baby..” He groans at the sight and feeling of you “Let's get out of here yeah?” He takes a half step back and wipes his hand on his jeans,

He picks up your shirt and hands it to you. You nod and slip the light fabric over your head. 

Johnny gently lifts your chin to look at him and you aren't fully prepared for the softness in his eyes “You did so good baby, such a fast learner” Warmth spreads through you at this praise and you can't help but smile. 

You gently slip off the table onto shaky legs and go to fix your shorts when Johnny does it for you, you mumble a soft thank you, still unsure of your voice and the state it's in.

Then he surprises you again by pulling you into a hug, it's comforting but firm. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and holds your head to his chest and strokes your hair with the other. You’re quick to hold him back, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the improvised aftercare.

“Wanna head back to my place?” You feel his chest softly rumble as he lets out a sweet laugh knowing the other option is the dorm “I’d love to” 

He helps you pack up your things while making pleasant small talk, knowing a more serious conversation and more fun would be had once you get home.

You could both tell this was gonna be the start of something you both would quite enjoy.

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addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

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On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

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Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter.  “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches  his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs  my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties.  Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

~

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit  so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

~

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me.  “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had.  “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

~

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

~

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

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Pairings - Jung Jaehyun x reader

Genre - Pure fluff.

Warnings- None, But this is extreemmeellyyyy long.

Summary - Jaehyun loves spending his time and money for you every single day, guess how he'd be like on your birthday?

This oneshot was requested! ♡

Autumn.

The absolutely perfect weather to either stay in and cuddle up, or go out with your significant other.

You were so glad that your birthday falls in autumn, it's the perfect season, not too hot, not too cold, and not too lonely with Jaehyun beside you.

The minute you opened your eyes that morning, you saw Jaehyun, your boyfriend of over 2 years, leaning over your side with a tray full of English breakfast, all perfectly set, looking absolutely tempting.

"Happiest birthday, sleeping beauty" he said, an enthusiastic tone, as hearts basically flooded out of his gaze. He leaned forward, placing the tray full of food on the side table, sitting beside you and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Oh my god thank you so much!" you tried sounding nearly as excited as he is, but your voice came off groggy as you'd just woken up.

“When did you even prepare all of this?” you question, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you sit up straight on the bed, head against the headboard.

“I made sure not to snooze my alarm this time” Jaehyun let out a chuckle, standing up, tilting his head slightly towards the bedside table pointing at the dish.” Freshen up and have your breakfast, babe. I’ll need to head out now’ He said, a frown forming his feature as you mirror his expression.

“Work?” he nods slowly, you let out a sigh.”I wanted to spend my birthday with you thougghh” you drag your words, reaching forward, holding his forearm is a tight grasp. 

Jaehyun beams a smile at you, pulling you towards him using his other hand, keeping you closed in a tight embrace. “I’ll try coming back as fast as i can, i’m sorry” He dug his face into the nape of your neck, the feeling ticklish on your skin so you squirm. Pulling away, you know it isn’t the best idea to hold your boyfriend back from doing his job, but you really didn’t want to spend the day alone, and so you give him your best puppy eyes.

Jaehyun notices the way you were looking at him, cooing at you, squishing your cheeks between his palm. “They said it’s important”, He gave you one tight comforting squeeze, a kiss on the forehead and pulled away from your hold.

You whine but let him walk away nevertheless, not like you could do anything anyways,and he said it’s important. You watch Jaehyun, walk towards the closet, get a hoodie, pull it over his head and walk towards the bedroom, turning back waving one last time, walking out once you did the same.

After hearing the front door close, you fall back onto the mattress, reaching for your phone which was beside your pillow, turning it on to check for any notification. No, you weren’t all about wanting everyone to wish you, but you weren’t one to not want Anyone to wish you either.

So seeing only 2 of your girlfriends send you a dog meme and wish you, both made your day and made you grumpy.

Great, No Jaehyun, No friends, No nothing

You get out of bed, as the food your boyfriend made turned cold long ago, making your way towards the bathroom to get your day started, You open the drawer to take out your skin care products, where you see a black box, with a golden ribbon tied around it in a graceful bow, with a tiny red heart shaped tag tied to it,

You reach out for the box, examining it and then placing it down, removing the tag, reading whatever’s written on it.

‘Saw you ran out of most of your skin care products, got you the ones you always wanted, hope you like it 💕’

Your heart did a 360′ turn as you place the tag down, taking the box in your hand once again, carefully undoing the bow placing it on the basin counter, you open the box to see it filled with a bunch of papers, which you take out, discarding it in the trashcan. You find the box divided into two, filled with a bunch of the best products.

One side, they were the products from cosrx, one that you really wanted to get, but thought would be a waste of money because of it’s ridiculously high price. The other side contained products from Klairs, also ones that you wanted.

The smallest observation he made of you running out of your products, and keeping a mental note of your favorite products made you feel all warm inside.

You carefully arrange the products in the drawer, going out of the bathroom to place the tag in your bedside drawer, going back into the washroom to carry on with your morning routine.

-

After a long refreshing shower, you walk towards your closet to chose your clothes, when you find a bag at the very back, you don’t remember placing anything there, you’d swore you cleaned the closet not a week ago.

You walk towards it, taking the bag out from the secluded area of your closet, going back into the room to see what’s inside the bag.

You see ‘From Jaehyun, chosen by Taeyong and Johnny’ writing at the front of the bag. Not another present you sigh, chuckling to yourself.

You open the bag, to see a note inside it. ‘I better see you wearing this when i’m back home’

You remove yet another black box, this time, seeing the words Saint Laurent embedded into the cover of the box in beautiful silver. You keep in mind to scold Jaehyun later for buying such expensive stuff. But for now, you open the box, to see a really beautiful Yves Saint Laurent fall piece inside. Gawking at the simple yet pretty piet mondrian design, you walk towards the dresser, immediately discarding your towel, putting on the dress Jaehyun brought for you.

As conceited as it sounds, the piece looked absolutely dashing on you, you even did a double twirl in front of the mirror, totally loving Jaehyun’s.. well Taeyong and Johnny’s choice.

You sit in front of your dresser, opening the drawer to take out your make up products to doll yourself up matching the clothing that you wore. You felt like banging your head on the table as you were greeted with a white box inside of the drawing.

Another one of those tags you see, this time in pastel pink. 

‘Best of all deserves the best of products’

You smile at nothing in particular, taking the note back to where the other 2 tags were kept, placing the third one neatly on top of the other two.

You open the box once you sat back down on the dresser, finding Urban decay’s spectrum eyeshadow palette, E.L.F blush palette, Anastasia’s Beverly Hills contour cream kit, and a set of MAC impassioned lipstick.

You felt overwhelmed with all the gift’s you’d found in just your room,now scared to leave the room.

Nevertheless, you used all the products he’d bought for you and did your make up, standing up once you’re satisfied with the look, grabbing the tray and making your way out of the room to heat it up and eat it.

-

Feeling bored, sitting there all dolled up, with nothing but the same movies repeating on the television, You decide to head out to the mall until late, knowing for a fact that Jaehyun had the spare keys with him so he wouldn’t be locked out. You check your phone once again, to see no notifications. You let out a sigh, making your way back into the closet, taking out a white cropped denim jacket to match the clothing, walking back out once you were happy with your outfit.

You go to the front of your house, after getting the sling bag Jaehyun had gifted you last week, to choose a shoes to match the outfit. You go weak in the knees, when you find another cover, Jimmy Choo written in Gold on the white packet, you already knew what you’d be opening. 

‘Johnny said this would look stunning with that dress, but i said you’d look good in any shoe or clothing piece ;)’

The note read this time, you’re basically radiating positive energy now all dressed up with things your boyfriend got you without having you get to know about a single thing. The fourth note found it’s way to the other three. You take out the shoe bag, opening up to a romy 60 pumps, which had a golden designing towards the tip, it was such a show stealer as you stared at it, mouth wide opened.

After the moment of admiration, you slip it on, not even bothering to see the final look. You walk out of the house, with a bright smile on your face.

Maybe the day wouldn’t be as bad as you’d thought it would be.

-

The day passed by quick, you did not forget to thank your boyfriend for all the gifts he’d gotten you through text, for you to not get any reply back. The other members of his group hadn’t contacted you since morning either, weird from them as they’d been the ones to spam you for your last 2 birthdays.

You make your way towards the elevator, rummaging through your purse to get the keys out.

Reaching your floor you make your way towards the end of the corridor, where your house was situated at.

Your shared house wasn’t anything too fancy, it was extremely spacious, a little too spacious for only the two of you in the house, but Jaehyun's excuse for getting a big house was ‘The boys are for sure going to turn our apartment into their second house’ and so you couldn’t do anything but comply.

You turn the doorknob clockwise, opening the door wide open, humming soft tunes to yourself, closing the door behind you. Walking in a little further into the house to turn the light switch on.

You turn back around to remove your shoes, only to let out a loud scream as all eight of the boys, jumped out of literally nowhere scaring the life out of you.

“Happy Birthday Y/n!!!!” they scream out loud, opening champagne bottles on either sides of the room stood Johnny and Taeil, Popping open the confetti birthday poppers stood Mark, Haechan and Jungwoo, Yuta and Taeyong stood beside both Johnny and Taeil with a bunch of boxes, Doyoung stood in the middle of them all holding two large heart shaped helium balloons.

You started tearing up just a bit, overwhelmed as each of them discard things they held onto the floor or onto the table that was decorated with a bunch of food items, making their way towards you, taking turns in hugging you and wishing you the best of wishes you could’ve gotten on your birthday.

“Yo YO why are you cryinngg?” Mark asked, pulling you in for a second hug.

“Listen, princess we really wanted to wish you the first thing today morning, but two weeks prior today, Jaehyun came threatening us” Doyoung started.

“Oh god yes i remember him saying something along the lines like ‘Spoil the surprise i’ll make you write your names with your nose blood’ boy was that scary” Jungwoo added.

“Jaehyun basically kidnapped Taeyong and i to come help pick presents for you, i see my fashion choice is still the best” Johnny stated, playfully checking you out with a smirk on his face.

“Thank you so much” you say between your crying state, laughing as the boys continued whining about how Jaehyun bullied them over your birthday for 2 weeks jokingly.

“You see those boxes Taeyong and I were holding? Those are all from Jaehyun, ours is still in the backseat of our cars” Yuta huffs out, shaking his head at the amount of money he spent on one of your birthdays.

“Here comes Mr.Lover Boy!!” You hear Haechan scream, cutting you off even before you could speak, as you look back to see Taeil and Haechan holding a huge banner with a bunch of words, standing by the entrance of your apartment.

You start reading it, to be stopped and asked to start over again, but louder.

“Dear Y/n, the one who makes my busy days go so much slower, a lot more calmer and definitely a little better, Happiest birthday, my love. Waking up to your peaceful face, clears all bad thoughts from my head, you looking absolutely ethereal in the most minimal things you do makes me smile a lot brighter, Your tiny complains when i leave you melts me completely, your smile sweeps me of my feet. The one thing i want to tell you, You were, are and will forever be the reason of my happiness.-” The boys all hooted, whistling even, when both Haechan and Taeil lowered the banner, to Jaehyun standing there with the biggest smile on his face, a cake in his hand.

“I love you, Y/n” he said the moment he was fully on display “ And i wouldn’t want to imagine a life without you” he handed the cake to Jungwoo who stood beside you.

Pulling you in, wiping the continuously flowing tears from your cheeks as the boys kept cheering. He pulled you in for a long loving kiss, the cheers getting louder with every passing second, Pulling away once the both of you ran out of breath.

Jaehyun held you close, looking at you while holding the entire galaxy in his eyes, the smile revealing his dimples.

“Happy Birthday, Love”

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[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11  Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader (Best Friend) Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: Slight bit of swearing

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Eyup My loves! Soo How’s your week been? Good I hope, so a bit of news for you all, there’s only  two/three more chapters left till this book is finished and then we’ll be moving onto (Drum roll) The First Avenger! Woooo! I hope you’re all as excited as I am. Anyways without anymore rambling, I give you chapter 12, enjoy!

So I can safely say that the rest of the week passed pretty quickly, with only a few ‘minor’ incidents, one of em being a massive food fight caused by yours truly and Steve getting himself stuck in the basement for 2 hours after seeing, and I quote ‘a possessed girl dressed as undead batman’.

I still haven’t told him that was me….oops

Apart from that it was pretty normal, cut to today where I’ve been blessed with the task of lookin’ after my best girl for Buck’s parents anniversary whilst they go into the city to celebrate, I mean it’s the least I could do for em. Plus, the last time the lads were trusted with lookin’ after Becca, Buck’s parents came home to the entire house covered in flour with Becca laughin’ at em cause they managed to lock themselves in a cupboard. We had to call the fire department to get em outta there.

Anyways, we kicked the boys outta the house so Becca and I could have a girls day in, now don’t get me wrong I absolutely adore this girl and I would practically do anything for her.

“Y/n can we play princesses please?! Mama got some dresses from our cousin we can wear!”

I can literally feel my soul burning right now. I honestly tried to say no, there’s nothing more I hate more that being forced into them things but one look into her bright little eyes made all my resistance die away and so I uttered the words that sealed my doom. “Of course, Becs only if we can have a tea party in em”. So here we are, me in a navy style party dress, lace covered my arms and the hem of the sweetheart neckline resting just on my collarbone,  the knee length satin skirt covered my legs.

Honestly, I wasn’t as bad I thought it were gonna be, I even let my hair outta the classic ponytail it’s always in so Becca could style it a tiny bit, to her credit she did a decent job. My h/c locks fell in small waves across my back, with the longer strands near my face tucked behind my ears and Becs even convinced me to pop on some of her mama’s makeup. Now I ain’t a fool, I know makeup’s pretty expensive and only let her pop on a shimmery light gold eyeshadow and some tinted lip balm, much to her disappointment I confiscated the mascara, I refused to let that death stick near my eyeballs.

Becca looked absolutely adorable, we’d managed to find her dance dress from last year and it suited her down to the ground. Baby pink lace covered her arms up to her wrist, the middle part had little gems dotted here and there with a pink satin ribbon separating the skirt from the top, from the looks of it the skirt was made outta some layered netting that poofed outwards when she span around. Don’t ask me how but I managed to wrap some ribbons in her braids and added a lil tiara on the top of her head and if you’d asked me, she looked like a real-life princess to me.

“So, your highness, what would one prefer to do? Would one like to have tea in the parlour or waltz in the ballroom?” my attempt at the British accent was apparently appalling, judging by the level of giggles coming outs Becca’s mouth. Eventually she calmed down enough to give me an answer “I think a waltz would be most fun lady y/n” she said in an equally bad accent. Slowly a smile spread across my face as I moved over to the record payer, I didn’t even pay attention to which one I put on before I turned back to Becca and offered her my hand, lowering myself into a bow that looked like a squid tryin’ to tap dance. Very elegant I know.  

You’d think after the past few weeks I’d been with the Barnes family, I’da got used to being tackled by the siblings, but alas I am surprised every-time, hence why I’m on the floor with a hyperactive 4 year old sat on top of me. Becca’s giggles filled the entire room, she quickly got off me and started jumping around to the sound of the jumpin’ jive and leaving me to slowly die on the floor, for all of 5 seconds before she yanked my arm outta my socket to get me dancing with her. I swear this girl isn’t even human, one second she’s sweet and delicate the next she’s bulldozing people to the ground and pullin’ em to the next life, I mean she’s 4 she shouldn’t be that strong!

Thank the lord she’s adorable. Quickly the music took over my mind, my feet moving along to the music, Becca was doin’ some twirls around me with the biggest smile on her face, I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed her gently by the waist and spun us around in time to the music, her little arms reached into the air as we both laughed our heads off. Of course, me being me, I lost my balance and my butt suddenly met the sofa, with Becca landing next to me with a small yelp, it was quiet for all of 2 seconds before we burst out laughin’. Think it took us about 3 minutes before we calmed down, a comfortable silence fell between us, the music slowly faded to a stop as the record reached its end, and we stayed like this for a while before Becca broke the silence.

“Y/n, can you sing like mama? She don’t do it often cause it reminds her of my nana….” My eyes drifted over to Becs, her lil eyes dulled a little when she said it and now they were filled with a small glimmer of hope, and I really didn’t wanna be the reason for that light goin’ out. If I were being completely honest singin’ wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again, during my time with the Црни лабуд, singing was the only thing that made me feel like….well me I guess. It was the only sliver of light in so many years of darkness and once I was free from them I made myself a silent vow that I’d never do it again, that I was a new person. But one look in her little eyes was enough to make me break it. “I ain’t too bad, only know a couple of songs on the piano but I can try if you wanna”

Apparently Becca didn’t need to be told twice, in a flash of pink she was off to the other room, bellowing for me to follow her, I mean it ain’t like I gotta choice in the matter is it ? the sound of something hitting the floor in the room opposite me made me move even quicker (if that were even possible). Becca was stood in front of a oldish looking piano, a small bench was tuned over in front of her, and a white sheet was discarded on the floor next to her as she bounced up and down excitedly, I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I turned the bench over on it’s feet. Not even 2 seconds later Becca clambered up on it and looked at me with a bright smile, I swear she gets cuter every second like how does this happen ? I try it and I end up put away in a mental asylum.

“You got any requests princess ?” my legs carried me across the room and towards the seat, cracking my knuckles together and stretching out my fingers before turning to look at the younger lass, a look of concentration covered her face in response and it took her a few seconds to answer. “Dream a little dream of me ? think that’s what mama calls it” I swear I tried to stop the soft smile, but I really couldn’t help it this time. “sure sweetheart” and with that I hit the opening notes, the feeling of the keys under my fingertips were so familiar it was like no time had passed since I last played, I kept my voice soft and quiet as I sang. I think I was halfway through my second verse when I felt Becca cuddle into my side, she ducked her head under my arm and put her head in my lap, a soft yawn left her mouth as her eyes started to close to the sound of the music. It was at the end of the song that I looked at her again, soft snores escaped her mouth and her hand was grasping gently at the top of my skirt, I felt my heart melt even more that I thought possible, completely unaware of the small audience I’d gathered until a small cough came from behind me.

Aw shit…..

Bucky’s POV

If you’d told me a year ago, that after spending a couple of hours at Coney island with my best mate I’d come home to what must be an angels voice singing my sister to sleep. I’da never of believed ya, think you coulda imagined our confusion when me and Steve heard piano coming from the dining room. Steve shot me a look of pure bewilderment, and I couldn’t blame the guy to be honest, “thought you’d said your mama gave up piano couple a years ago”. I’m guessing my face mirrored his, cause I ain’t the slightest clue either, mama stopped playin’ years ago so who the heck could it be? “yeah she did bud, swore she’d never set her hands on it again…..”. I’m completely and utterly baffled at this point, where’s Y/n when ya need her ? she’d figure this out.

We both took a step towards the closed door, eager to know what the hell was going on when something stopped me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life sang along with the melody, I coulda sworn it sounded like the lullaby mama sang to us when we were kids. I guess I spent too long listening cause Stevie boy pushed past me and walked in, the sounds were so much clearer and more vibrant it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven right then and there. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realised just who was creating this beautiful sound, there she was, sat in front of the piano as her fingers danced gracefully across the keys. Her voice, oh god her voice sounded like that of an angel, the weak afternoon sun shone over her hair and made her look even more angelic than humanly possible. I barely even noticed Becca asleep in her lap before Y/n finished her song and the ever-living pain in my ass decided to reveal that we were there. I mean he coulda chosen any other way of revealing our presence but no he had to let out the tiniest little cough, coulda got her back for the eyebrow incident….

Y/n literally went stiff as a board before she turned to look at us, her cheeks were red as a rose and a sheepish smile covered her face, it was only a couple of seconds after that both Steve and I noticed what she was wearing, he burst out laughin at her but me, I for once in my life couldn’t say a damn thing. She looked absolutely breath taking, her hair fell down in soft waves and framed her face, the shade of blue in her dress brought out the small flecks of green in her e/c eyes and brought out her hourglass figure. Her lips were drawn into a natural pout and it was that second it dawned on me she asked me somethin’….shit.  

“whaaaa…….” Nice one Bucky.

Steve, the lil punk, could barely stop himself laughin’, at some point he’d moved to take Becca off Y/n and stood behind y/n with his fist in his mouth to smother his laughter. My best friend ladies and gentlemen. If looks could kill he’d be 10 feet under right now.

“Buck ? I was askin’ if you were okay ?” Y/n’s face showed a tiny bit of confusion and much to my horror amusement, “YeAh I’m okay….” And just at the moment puberty strikes in the form of a voice crack, as if this weren’t embarrassing enough. At this point Steve was barely keeping it together, he had actual tears coming outta his eyes and went bright red in the face tryin’ to stop himsen laughing, in front of me y/n furrowed her eyebrows and did look genuinely concerned for my mental state. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just looked at me before she lifted her hand to my forehead and held it here for a minute, thank god Steve chose to leave the room before this or I’da never heard the end of it.

“You sure you’re okay, feelin’ a bit warm and ya actin weirder than usual Buck” okay quick say something before this gets even more embarrassing, first thing that pops into ya head in 3,2,1…

“Yeah I’m sure, think I ate somethin’ funky down at the pier, makin’ me real gassy”……why am I like this? Normally I can charm any girl of their feet but with y/n, I’ma bumbling mess.  She didn’t say a damn word, she just raised her eyebrows whilst a small smirk covered her face, before she turned and left me to have a very small breakdown underneath the dining table.

Meaning I let out a noise that sounded like a bear stubbing it’s toe in the middle of winter.

I thought my luck couldn’t get any worse, but nooo old lady luck decided today I needed a second helping, cause the second I did that Y/n walked back into the room. Brilliant. I was too busy stumbling over my words to processes what she was doin’, before I knew it she’d walked back to me and stood on her tip toes….then planted a small kiss on my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered Barnes”

And just like that, she left me with my jaw on the ground and heart beatin’ outta my chest, cause I’m starting to think that she was right. I’m sure as hell coming down with something, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t a regular ol’ bug…..

SOOO, if you got this far hope you enjoyed it, as always any feed back or constructive criticism is welcome, thank so much for reading and hope you have a great day/night/week.

lots of love

Rose xxx

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[henrycavillisbae]

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Summary: Logan ‘Sy’ Syverson, returns from his deployment. Maddy is 29 weeks pregnant with their first child, a girl, conceived the night before Sy was deployed. Sy hasn’t seen Maddy or the bump in person and to say he's excited is an understatement. Written in first person.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x ofc (Maddy Syverson)

Warnings: SMUT! Oral, slight MaleDom/FemSub, Pregnancy Sex, Bad Language, bodily fluids and fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! New around here (not really just been lurking in the background) Hope you enjoy this one shot. Got the name ‘Logan’ for Sy from @littlefreya. For the record I am English and this is set in a America soooo... Also, this is unedited and I'm slightly nervous!

I plodded towards the wardrobe and grabbed one of Sy's tshirts before pulling it over my head. It's one of the only things I can tolerate in this Texan heat and being pregnant. I then waddled downstairs to get some breakfast.

I groaned as a rolled my pregnant self over to climb out of bed. This baby makes me need to wee all the time. A second groan left my lips as I stood up and plodded towards the ensuite to relieve myself. Washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair resembled a birds nest. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth before making my way back to the bedroom.

I was greeted by Kal waiting for me by his bowl obviously after his breakfast.

"Okay Bear, I'll feed you" I said leaning down and stroking him, "your daddy is home today and Aika will be in a few days" he waged his tail to this obviously hearing the words 'daddy' and 'Aika'. Kal is an Akita who stays with me while Sy is on deployment, Aika is a German Sheppard that goes on deployment with Sy. This is their last deployment as Aika is retiring and Sy is moving to fire arms training. We found out I was pregnant just after he left for Iraq and as soon as he found out he was on the phone to his boss requested to move. I grabbed Kal's meat and scraped it into his bowl. I opened the door to let Kal out after he'd eaten. He quickly rain outside to do his business after he'd eaten. By then I had made a coffee and some toast and was sat on the sofa. As I was eating my breakfast the baby started to wiggle.

"Well good morning to you" I said rubbing my tummy, Kal running in and rested his head on my tummy, “You’ll finally meet your daddy today dot, and I need ti take you out in a bit Kal” I stroked Kal’s head before he got excited and bounced around. Laughed at him as I checked the time in my phone, 08:43. Sy’s plane landed at 12:03 so I had time to take Kal out quickly and get ready to drive to the airport.

After eating my breakfast I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped my bra on underneath Sy’s Iron Maiden t-shit. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before shoving my phone in the back pocked of my shorts. Kal was already waiting for me by the door with his lead in his mouth.

“Alright boy, I’m coming” I called to him as I slipped my low top converse onto my slightly swollen feet. I clipped Kal’s lead to his collar and shoved my sunglasses on as I left the house. We walked towards the dog walking park near our house. We haven’t had any rain in a while so the grass resembled straw, tornado season had been and gone and summer was definitely here. Kal was already hot so we wont be having a long walk. In the summer the dogs get walked morning and evening. Kal ran round for 10 minutes or so before he decided he was too hot and wanted to go home.

By the time we reached home it was 10:15. My neighbour Hallie was taking her trash out.

“Morning Maddy” she called over the white picket post fence.

“Hey Hallie” I shouted waving back

“Sy’s back today isn’t he” she asked, I nodded in reponse “I bet you cant wait”

“I really can’t” I replied as I unlocked our large oak door, “I’m looking forward to soneone to help me put my shoes on. Thats becoming difficult” ‘I also need sex’ I thought to myself. I laughed slighty, we had sex a lot. By a lot a mean daily, sometimes maybe 2 or 3 times a day. Yup, I need sex.

“How loge do you have left” Hallie asked referring to my pregnancy.

“Around 12 weeks, Sy is having 6 months off before starting his new role in fire arms trainging, so that will be nice” I said resting my hand on my bump.

“Oh gosh” Hallie exclaimed, “Well look after yourself, we’ll have to all get together for a BBQ when Sy is back and settled”

“Yes we must, see you soon Hallie” I called waving to her as I walked into the house. I herd her shout bye back just as I was about to shut the front door. I unclipped Kal’s lead and he ran off to have a drink as I made my way upstairs to get ready.

I pulled out a floaty ditsy floral midi dress that was fitted at the top. The v shaped neckline and think straps accentuated my large swollen breasts. I laid it on the bed and quickly used the toilet before I sat at my dressing table. I decided to apply a light layer of make up, if I wore too much it woud just melt off of my face in this heat. I let my hair out of it’s top knot and ran my fingers through the curls to make it look presentable. I checked myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkled due to the brown eyeshadow I had applied. I applied a thick layer of lip gloss before getting up to get changed. 

I pulled off my tshirt and shorts and put on a white lacey thong and my white lacey maternity bra. I walked over to my full length mirror and took a picture of my bump in the mirror making sure the my breasts were obvious. I opened up Sy’s contact and attached the picture with the caption, ‘We can’t wait to see you daddy’. I sniggered before pressing send. Sy will see this before he see’s me and I know it will drive him mad. I pulled my dress on over my head before needing to rearrange it over my bump. I found my strappy wedges before sitting on the bed to put them on. Sy’ was a foot taller then me so I needed all the help I could get with my height. I then made my way downstirs again.

11:07

“SHOOT!” I shouted to myself. I rushed around and grabbed my bag throwing the food I had made for us in it along with the ‘Welcome home Daddy’ sign I had made which was rolled up,  my phone, purse and bottle of water. I grabbed the keys to our Ford Ranger and rushed out of the house. 

I arrived at the airport at 11:45. I managed to find a place close to the arrivals lounge to park. I spotted ‘Ocres’ girlfriend, Jaimie, sitting in the red chairs of the arrivals lounge. I waved and walked over to her.

“Maddy look at you!” she exclaimed standing up to give me a hug. I hugged her back before sitting down next to her, “How are you?” she asked after she had made herself comorftable.

“Fat and hot” I said laughing, “Still have 12 weeks to go roughly” I rubbed my bump slightly.

“You know, rumour has it that Sy said he would never stop being deployed. You must be a special person as he’s chaging his job role” Jaimie said as I grabbed my sub roll out of my bed to eat. I had made Sy his favourite pasta to eat on the way home. I took a bite and wiped sauce off of my lip before replying.

“And now look at me, fat and horny” I replied laughing, “Pregnancy hormones are no joke”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re married to Captain Big Dick, I’d miss that too” Jaimie said laughing. I had forgotten that’s what they called him. His nickname also didn’t lie. His cock stood proud at about 10 inches when erect, it had a good girth to it too. Thinking of his cock did not make my horniness any better. Jaimie and I sat talking until my phone buzzed. It was a message from Sy.

Don’t think they’ll be staying on for long when I get you home darlin, my cock is already desperate to be inside you.

Who says I’m still wearing them? I replied smirking. Jaimie and I made our way to the arrivals gate and I pulled out the rolled up sign as we waited for our men to appear.

We only waited 10 or so minutes before we saw some soilders arrive and their significant others run up to each other. Jaimie then saw Ocre and ran up to him. Ocre pulled her into his enbraced before kissing her. They then walked over to me hand in hand.

“Maddy” Ocre said greeting me, “Congratulations” he said pulling me into a hug. “Sy hasn’t shut up about you or the baby. Quite sweet really, slightly irritating but mainly sweet” I lauged at Ocres comment. I caughte a glimpse of Sy out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in his military gear which always made my knees go weak. As soon as he saw me he started to jog towards me, i jogged towards him and we met in an embrace where he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me firmly,  with his hands on my ass, I felt the faimiliar flutter in my chest of his kisses.

“God I missed you Darlin,” He whispered to me in his thick Texan accent.

"I missed you to bear" I said kissing him again. He put me down and then nealt down and kissed my tummy.

"Hey there dot, hows my little princess doing in there?" He asked my tummy before kissing it again. She did a little wiggle and Sy's face lit up, "that's amazing" he gasped looking up to my. By now my eyes were starting to leak salty tears.

"She wriggles alot" I said as Sy stood up and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you Darlin'" he said wiping the tears away with his thumbs' "You look so beautiful carrying my daughter" he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too bear" I whispered into he lips before kissing him again. He threw his bag back over his shoulder and held hand as me made our was over to Ocre and Jaimie.

"Miss Williams" Sy said greeting her, "you look well"

"Call me Jaimie Sy, I am well thank you" she replied greeting him back. We stood and chatted for a little while before we decided to head off.

"Right, I'm off to get laid" Sy announced making me laugh and blush at the same time, "Remember what I said Ocre, put a ring on it. It the best thing you'll ever do"

"Roger captain" he replied, "Oh and dont poke your daughter in the eye with that dick of yours" Si flipped him off as we walked off.

"He's only jealous of my big dick" he started laughing, "You made my trousers very uncomfortable earlier with that picture of yours.

"That was the idea Captain" I said to him smirking, "by the way I've made you your favourite meal to have on the way home"

"Thank you darlin', you're my favourite meal though" he replied smirking.

We arrived at the car and Sy chucked his bags in the back before we both climbed in. I grabbed the food out of my bag for Sy and passed it to him before shoving my bag in the foot well of the car. Sy unbuttoned his military shirt and took it off revealing the white tshirt underneath which he quickly untucked from his trousers.

The drive home took half an hour and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. Sy would glance across at my breasts and shift uncomfortably in his seat which in itself make my pussy tingle.

Whe we arrived by home I grabbed my back before walking up the drive to open the door. Sy soon followed with his bags. Kal barked and ran up to us as we walked through the door. He saw Sy and jumped up at him.

"Hey boy" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags in the hallway and made a fuss over him, "Did you miss me? I missed you too"

I opened the back door for Kal to go out.

"Come on Kal, toilet" I called, he left Sy and ran out into the garden. Sy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands on my bump. He kisses my neck as he pulled me close. I could feel his already hard cock through his trousers. I rubbed myself up against his crotch earning a groan from him. I turned around and kissed him passionately, his hands travelled to my ass and he massaged each ass cheek.

"I need you Maddy" he groaned into the kiss.

"I know Sy, me too" I moaned back. Kal ran back inside and Sy quickly locked the back door before picking up up the same way he did in the airport, which caused me to squeal and he carried me up the stairs.

He booted our bedroom door open then pushed it shut so we wouldn't get disturbed by Kal. He placed me down gently on the bed before he pulled his tshirt off and climbed between my legs. He hitched my dress up to above my bump. He placed lots of soft tender kisses over my tummy.

"Fuck Maddy, you're so beautiful" he groaned as he rubbed his crotch to relieve some of the built up pressure in there. He quickly pulled my dress off leaving me in just my lacey underwear. "These have grown" he growled as he massaged my tits. I moaned and quickly propped myself up on some pillows as I can't lie on my back for very long.

Sy leant down and kissed me hard, he deepened the kiss by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I groaned as he rubbed the outside of my thong with his thigh. His kisses made their way down my body and he stopped at just above the top of my thong. He swiftly removed my thong and kissed my mound. I groaned with pleasure. Sy slipped a finger into my cunt earning a moan from me. He harshly sucked on my clit causing me to gasp and moan. He slid another finger into me and started to finger fuck me quickly. He licked circles around my clit with brief sucks and nibbles that he knows drive me mad. I could already feel my release starting to build up. The familiar burn started in the bottom of my tummy, my legs started to quiver around Sy's head and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. Sy sensed this too as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckk, Syyyyyyy" I moaned as I tumbled over the edge. I felt him smirk into my pussy as a moaned and convulsed under his touch. He finger fucked me until I came down from my high. He moved up me and kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clashed in desperation of us wanting to feel complete again. Sy pulled away and rid me of shoes. He then stood at the end of the bed and stripped him self of his trousers, boxers and socks leaving him standing there naked. He'd gotten bigger since being away, obviously been working out more. His beautiful cock stood proud begging for attention so I shuffled down to the end of the bed and took it in my mouth.

"Arg Maddy" he groaned as I started to move my mouth up and down his cock. He laced his left hand through my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat to let Sy's cock down. I swallowed against his cock causing him to buck his hips and groan at the same time.

Suddenly Sy pulled away. He wiped away the dribble and precum from my chin. Before kissing me and pushing me back down on the best the best he could without putting pressure on my bump.

"I was about to cum Darlin', lord knows I need to paint your walls with my seed. 6 months is too long" he growled into my ear, "get on all fours" he ordered as he flipped me onto my front. He knelt on the bed and lined himself with my entrance. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy.

"Oh Sy" I gasped as his cock stretched my pussy walls. He stilled briefly as I got used to the size of him again, "Sy please, move" I begged.

"As you wish Darlin'" he quickly unclipped my bra which I threw to the floor, before he started to thrust in and out of me. "Ohhh Maddy, I've missed this pretty little cunt of yours" he groaned behind me.

Sy fucked me quick and hard. The same way that got me pregnant. The new sensation of my heavy tits slapping my bump and my nipples brushing the comforter turned me on even more. Neither of us were going to last much longer. Sy's thrusts were becoming less paced and more erratic. My body started to convulse in his grasp.

"Cum with me Darlin'" he grunted as my cunt started to tighten around his cock. He smacked my ass my orgasm hit.

"Unnggggg Syyyyyy" I moaned my cun convulsed around his cock. I felt myself squirt around his cock and onto his stomach. I could hear my juices squleching around as he fucked me to his release.

"AARGHH MADDY!" He called as I felt him still inside me. I felt his cock throb against my g-spot

"FUCK" I shouted loudly still riding my orgasm. I squirted again as he involuntarily fucked his cum into me causing me to convulse in his grasp. He held he tight to stop my legs from given out as my orgasm shook my body. He hissed as my cunt milked the very last of his cum out of his now sensitive semi hard cock.

I rolled onto my side and lay there panting. Sy collapsed down on the bed next to me. I laughed as my breathing started to become more normal.

"What?" Sy asked pulling my close so I was using his chest as a pillow.

"Nothing, I just love you that's all" I said leaving a soft kiss on his nipple.

"I love you both too" he said kissing the top of my head and stroking the side of my bump, our baby. "I'm never leaving my two girls again, ever" he muttered into my hair. He pulled the thin sheet over us and I felt my eyelids go heavy. We both drifted off into a content afternoon sleep. I think we might knew we would be needing as much energy as we could now Sy is back.

#captain syverson #henry cavill #fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #fanfiction #pregnant #sand castle

[abusedsanderssides]

I Will Always Protect You, Dark Angel

Trigger/content warnings: Many mentions to rape and noncon (not actual described), abusive/unsympathetic Patton, hurt/comfort, sympathetic Roman, slight self-harm thoughts, self-esteem issues, mean internal monologue.

Ship(s): Abusive Moxiety, platonic/romantic Prinxiety (you decide).

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton

2316 words

Prompt: Could you write roman comforting Virgil after Virgil was noncon'd by someone (idk if that makes sense, I love your writing)

Requested by Anonymous link

A/N: Anon, I didn't know if you wanted Virgil and the other character (in this case Patton) to already be in a relationship so I just made it that way, I hope that's what you wanted! If anyone wants me to write out the actual scene that happened before this took place I'm totally down to do it! I might do it anyway, but if you want to request something(s) that will happen in that one shot let me know! :)

-  8/11/21

Virgil stared at the ceiling, brain foggy and tears running down his face. His body was still, laying in the position it was left in, naked. The door to his room clicked as it was closed, causing Virgil to flinch. Every noise he heard was too much and too loud. He was alone in his room, happy that Patton left but devastated that he was left alone to deal with the issue himself.

Curling into a ball on his side he cried into his pillow, his sobs silent from practice. Virgil felt gross and icky. Like there was something on him but he couldn't get it off. His skin was crawling and he wanted to hurt himself. He deserved it. He was disgusted with himself. He was tainted. Ruined. And it was all his fault.

"God, you're so weak, you couldn't even stand up for yourself,"  The cruel voice in his head taunted, Virgil's shoulders hitching as his cries increased. "You let him use you like the toy you are. Hell, he might even do it again with how obedient you were."

'Shut up!' Virgil screamed internally at the voice in his head.

"Oh, wow. Such a great comeback. You liked it and you knew it. With all the moaning and shit. Do you want him to do it again? Just beg like you were when you wanted him to stop so bad, then maybe he'll listen. Instead this time he'll shut you up with his dick instead of a gag."

Virgil couldn't help but let out a sob into his pillow, curling his arms around himself tighter. Did he actually like it? Is he just faking this? Why would he moan if he wasn't enjoying it? 'I didn't want it,' he reminded himself but still not quite believing it.

'I wish I had a stuffed animal or something to hold. I wish someone would hold me. I wish Patton would hold me.' Virgil just cried louder at the loss of trust he had in Patton.'Why did he have to do that to me?! Why did that have to happen?! Why didn't he stop?! What did I do wrong?! WHY DIDN'T I WANT IT?!'

He hugged his pillow tighter, curling his body around it and burying his face. That only reminded him of how naked he was, too disgusted to even look at himself. Virgil's body was too weak to move.

"Go bother someone else, maybe they'll fuck you too."

'Maybe I will.'

"NO! Don't do that! You'll only seem needy and helpless."

'No, I won't. He cares about me and will understand when I explain what happened.'

"But what if he doesn't?!"

Virgil's brain continued to argue with itself, losing himself to the thoughts. His crying died down, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

He gave himself a few minutes to compose himself before getting up off his bed. Virgil was careful, still sore and weak.

Picking up his clothes on the floor on the way over he limped to his bathroom, only taking ten minutes to do so. He closed the bathroom door shut, triple checking that it was locked and that he was truly alone.

Virgil couldn't avoid the large mirror that hung on the wall above his vanity. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at the disgustingly naked body that was his own, his eyes refusing to look away.

Only after his vision became blurry with tears could he tear his eyes away, breaking down once more.

Turning his body he carefully sunk to the floor, propping his elbows on his knees and letting his head fall into his hands.

Virgil felt another anxiety attack building up and let it consume him. His breathing became erratic and his body shook, unable to control the sobs that tore from his lungs.

Once Virgil's shaking and crying slowed to a stop he began to breathe. He ignored the argument occurring in his head, running his hands through his hair and wining his snotty nose on a towel lying on the floor.

Carefully, Virgil pulled himself from the floor and stumbled to his clothes. Virgil cautiously stepped into his boxers, sitting down on the closed toilet seat afterward for support. He then pulled on sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, covering his body.

He ignored the mirror on his way out, not caring about how red his eyes were or the smudged eyeshadow streaming down his cheeks.

Virgil trudged to his door and turned the handle as quietly as he could. He closed the door behind him and padded down the carpeted hall to Roman's room, standing in front of his door.

Anxiety started to build up in his chest again, panic shooting through his brain as he had second thoughts about his plan.

"What if he doesn't care? What if he laughs? What if he tells you to go away? What if he tells everyone? What if he just wants to do the same thing to you?!"

Virgil shook his head, a few stray tears going with it. He ran a hand through his hair again, going through a breathing exercise.

'In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Repeat.' After Virgil had repeated that process a few times he took a deep breath in, let it out, and opened his eyes again.

He brought a hand up to the door and knocked twice as quietly as he could without waking the others up but still announcing his presence to Roman. His heart pounded in his chest as he anxiously waited for any response from Roman.

"Virgil?"

Virgil's eyes shot up to meet Roman's, tears spilling out.

"Shh, come here," Roman went to wrap an arm around Virgil but abruptly stopped when he flinched backward. "What happened?"

Virgil's only response was to fling himself at Roman, hugging the stronger man like it was his last time ever seeing him.

"It might be after he finds out."

'Shut. Up.'

Roman immediately hugged the anxious boy back, pulling him into the room and closing the door. "Would you like to sit on my bed? We can cuddle if you want."

Virgil nodded his head, not trusting himself to be able to talk with all of his crying. Roman then guided both of them towards his bed, helping Virgil sit.

Once Roman sat down, Virgil flung himself at him, crying harder into his shoulder.

"Whatever dare hurt you my dark shadowling, will get the wonderful gift of my sword run through them by yours truly!" Roman exclaimed dramatically.

Virgil chuckled, a small smile forming on his face from Roman's drama. Roman's eyes lit up a little at that, glad he could help Virgil even if he only smiled a little.

"Now tell me, dear," Roman lent forward, hugging Virgil tighter, "who made my chemically imbalanced romance cry and will soon be faced with my sword?"

Virgil pulled back so Roman could see his face. Thoughts ran through his head.

Should I tell him? If I do, what do I even say? What will he think? What will happen? What if Roman tells Patton? How will he react if he finds out?

With Virgil's mind still racing he opened his mouth slightly but closed it soon after, his brows furrowing. He opened it slightly again, trying to force words out of his throat, but they got caught once more.

His brain felt like a hamster running in a ball, never-ending. His head was too loud, he couldn't focus on one thought without being interrupted by another.

Roman seemed to notice this, slowly and carefully placing a delicate hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil flinched, but being startled seemed to drag him out of the mosh pit that was his mind.

"It's okay," Roman softly spoke, "You can tell me whatever is on your mind. It is my duty as Prince Roman to help you in any way possible. I will not judge, as a noble prince does not."

Virgil seemed to think while Roman paused, repeating Roman's words over and over again in his head. Everything was cloudy and after a few minutes, he finally seemed to process the words.

Roman waited, only continuing once Virgil looked back into his eyes, silently telling him to keep talking. "Of course, you do not have to tell me anything if you do not please to do so; I am not pressuring you into anything. I simply want to help my dark prince because I mourn every time I see a tear roll down your beautiful face."

If Roman's lights weren't dim, Virgil was sure he could see the blush spread across his cheeks, his face bright pink and hot. The way Roman spoke to him made him feel safe and secure, just like when Roman would hold him.

Virgil looked back into Roman's eyes, silently asking to be held, comforted, touched, or anything. His crying had calmed down, only a few lonely tears resting on his cheeks that would dry soon.

With Roman knowing Virgil for so long and becoming so close to him, he could read Virgil like a book. He slowly brought his arms up, letting Virgil take the lead. Virgil saw what Roman was doing and wrapped his arms around the middle of his torso, Roman embracing him in a hug.

"Patt," was all Virgil said, barely above a whisper and muffled by the fabric of Roman's red shirt. Roman took a moment to understand, confused about what Virgil said.

Roman rested his cheek in Virgil's soft brown hair and asked, "Patton? What about him?"

Virgil was silent for a few minutes. What do I say? How do I tell him?

A few more minutes passed before Virgil mustered up the courage to talk. "He... did something."

Roman was silent, giving Virgil the time he needed. Lifting his head a little, he started to play with Virgil's hair and scratched his skull the way he loved.

"To me."

Silence.

There was tension in the air. Roman froze his actions. Virgil's heart pounded harder than it had been, and he was sure it was going to beat out of his chest.

Roman couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Virgil... what do you mean he did something to you?"

Virgil could barely hear the words Roman was saying over the blood rushing in his ears and his own quickened breath. He could feel himself start to hyperventilate, eyes becoming blurry with tears.

With two of his senses gone he started to panic more. Suddenly, he felt hands on him and flinched his whole body away, his mind traveling back to only an hour before.

Roman immediately removed his hands, becoming more and more suspicious of Virgil's reactions. He had his own guesses, but threw them out the window in his mind, hoping that they weren't true.

Virgil's own mind was racing and screaming and shouting and NOT SHUTTING UP. He tried to bring his hands up to his head to knock the voices away, but it just brought back another flashback. His sobbing increased, hands desperately and blindly grabbing for something.

His hands landed on Roman's shirt, fingers curling into fists in the fabric. It was grounding and once Roman realized he started to slow his own breathing, making it as obnoxious as possible. Virgil could hear it and vacantly remembered what it meant, not quite grasping the meaning but following along with his instincts. Virgil started to slow his own breathing to match the other that he could hear.

After a few minutes, Virgil mastered the practice and was breathing at the same pace Roman was. Virgil's brain had cleared and he had been able to see the strong man in front of him, so he leaned forward and nuzzled his face into Roman's chest.

"May I hold you?" It was barely above a whisper, Roman not wanting to startle the weakened man. After a nod he wrapped his warm arms around the other, embracing him in a hug.

Time passed, which Roman was much too busy comforting Virgil to keep track of, before either one spoke a word.

"I will always protect you, my dark angel." Virgil sniffled, raising his head to meet Roman's gaze. His eyes were red and puffy, cheeks shiny in the dim lighting, hair messy. Roman thought he looked beautiful.

And then Virgil smiled, his gorgeous smile, and Roman thought the sight was even more beautiful. "You're a dork." Virgil rasped out, edgy as ever.

Roman chuckled, smiling down at Virgil, causing Virgil to duck his head because he too was smiling. "You always seem to lighten the mood no matter the situation, my dear."

Virgil lifted his head again, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed. "Th-thats... I wasn't trying to-" Virgil muttered, the rest of his sentence unheard due to him ducking his head once more.

Roman held in another chuckle, only squeezing Virgil tighter and placing a light kiss on the top of his hair.

They stayed like that for god knows how long, bathing in each other's presence. Roman would stay there forever if requested to, happiest when comforting and spending time with Virgil.

"I'm tired," Virgil mumbled, only stating his point more when he yawned not only seconds later. Virgil's eyes were heavy, brain foggy, body tired and sore, but content in Roman's hold.

"Alright, shadowling, let's get to bed. Would you like to sleep in here?" Virgil sleepily nodded his head, pressing into Roman's chest more, not wanting to move anytime soon.

Roman smiled as he lifted the emo into his arms and tucked him into bed, climbing in after him. Virgil was attached to him in seconds, like they were both magnets, and was asleep minutes later.

Roman decided that he would find out more when Virgil was ready, but until then he would support Virgil and protect him even if his own life depended on it.

Hey, look who isn't dead! Schools starting soon so updates are gonna be very slow.

#abused virgil #abusive patton #unsympathetic patton #sympathetic roman #tw rape #tw noncon #abused sanders sides #request #abusive moxiety #tw abusive content #tw abuse #abused ss writing

[heartbreakgrill]

Common Sense; Ashton Irwin.

description: in which he absolutely simps for you even though he’s a world-renowned rockstar.

a/n: listen to common sense by joshua bassett while reading this ¡

Ashton groaned, tossing his phone across the room towards his unmade bed. It landed with a bounce before another ding of his ringtone announced itself. He squeezed his eyes shut, pursed his lips, and fought his feet. Instead of running to his phone, he walked out of his bedroom and towards the rest of the gathering.

He stretched his thumbs as if they were legs having just ran a marathon. They were stuck in a bent position for too long, erasing and retyping messages that he felt were things he’d never even say in real life. He was the member known for being most flirtatious, good at sweet talking girls and bringing them home for less than 12 hours.

But then he met you.

You had self respect, as well as respect for every other person. You wouldn’t let anyone call you honey, baby, or theirs. When talking to other people, you were kind. If you had to lie with a smile though they were annoying you, you let it happen. It wasn’t that you had a shield or wall of heartbreaks up, no. You just gave respect to others and expected the same in return. Sure, you’d been heartbroken because of it.

But Ashton was different. He wasn’t used to girls using full sentences on text message, or demanding to voice call for long conversations that twisted into FaceTiming over cups of coffee. He’d even read a book that you recommended, starting listening to a new artist that was softer than anything he even played. When you asked, he’d get on his knees and beg for more.

It did not go unnoticed by the rest of the band- and their girlfriends.

“Where’s your phone? You managed to get the glue off your fingertips?” Michael laughed over the rim of a beer bottle.

Crystal nudged him with her elbow, “Mikey! Be nice to him. I think its cute.”

“Oh, so cute! Have you seen Love, Actually yet, Ash?” Calum shot him a wink.

Luke laughed loudly at this, earning a similar shove from Sierra. “Oh, cmon, if you guys acted like this, I’m sure you’d get laid twice as much as you do now.”

Luke and Michael froze, sharing a look that was wide eyed and hopeful. Crystal lay her head on Michaels shoulder, “Yes, get in touch with your feminine side.”

Luke jutted open his mouth to protest. Sierra interrupted him by shutting his jaw and patting his cheek, “Its more than wearing eyeshadow and pink shirts. Its accepting the fact that being on the same level with a girl isn’t weak. Or that reading or watching feminine novels or movies doesn’t make you girly. You’re appreciating our culture, the things that we enjoy even though everybody can, despite their gender.”

Ashton, who had been leaning against the door, took a seat next to Calum. “She’d get along with you two really well,” he chuckled lightly.

Crystal sat up in her seat, “Have you two hung at all recently?”

“No, not since I met her two months ago.”

Luke even guffawed at this, “And you’re simping this much?”

Sierra glared at his words, “I think its sweet. The anticipation is building for the two of you. But, I also think its a little sad, Ash.”

The room laughed at this. Ashton nodded with a defeated grin, “It is. She lives, like, fifteen minutes from here. But she’s always busy with work or school. And when she’s free, I’m out of town or busy with work myself.”

“I’d imagine she’s not so busy on a Saturday like tonight,” Crystals eyes lit up.

“She usually works Saturdays, but,” he slowly stood from his spot, excitement welling up in his chest, “I could call her.”

Cheers erupted from the couches, Luke and Calum hooting a thumping cheer as Ashton retraced his steps to his bedroom. He picked up his phone and took a seat on the edge of his bed. A missed call and two text messages sat stacked on his lock screen.

Both from you.

They were from only six minutes ago, so he called back quickly, disregarding the messages. Surely there was hope if you were texting him. That meant you weren’t busy with customers or work in general.

“Hey!” You chirped from your bedroom, sweats and sweatshirts adoring your freezing figure. “Sorry if I bothered you.”

Ash scoffed, playing with the zipper on his jacket, “Not even. I’m sorry I didn’t get your call. I was chatting with the band, their girlfriends. They decided it was crash Ashtons Saturday night.”

“Oh, please, you enjoy the company. I’m sure you even got to brag about your new houseplant.”

“Courtesy of your suggestion.”

You practically cried with adoration, “You’re welcome.” You cleared your throat before reminding yourself of what you wanted to ask, “So, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, but we can plan another day.”

“No!” Ashton jumped from his seat, pacing the room in his socks. Static electricity rose through his body from the carpet, but it dissipated when he set a hand on his hip. “No, what I meant was, I was calling you to see if you weren’t working. If you wanted to come over.”

“I’m actually off for the next week two days. I had a temperature this morning, but I’m better now. But, my boss is very strict,” You rolled your eyes, although thankful for the break.

“Great! Ill send you my address?” Ashtons upper lip began to sweat with anxious energy, face flushed with blush red heat.

“Be there in fifteen. Wait-“ You heard static as Ashton refocused the phone on his ear. “I’m off tomorrow, so should I-“

“Pack a bag. See you soon.”

For the next twenty minutes, Ashton paced the area in front of his door, chattering back and forth with his band mates. Sierra and Crystal were bugging him with all kinds of questions about you. His hands kept tugging at his black hair, the light brown roots barely peeking out of his head.

You stepped onto his front porch with zero hesitation, a puff of air emitting from your lips when you settled on your heels. You raised a fist and rapped your knuckles against the wooden oak of his front door.

The door pulled opened quickly, his handsome face lighting up with his eyes tilted down to meet your own. You grinned up at him as your fingers fumbled with the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I am just so taken back because I forgot how pretty you were. Like, you’re gorgeous on the phone, but, like, right now I can see your features much better, and you are gorgeous,” he mumbled through his rambles.

You giggled, nose scrunching, “Hello, Ash.”

His arms were open because of his nonstop gesturing, so you took it as an invitation and stepped into them for a hug. He gasped, quietly, but you felt his chest collapse against your own. He held your waist so delicately, it made your heart sputter over its own steps.

“You smell good,” you inhaled, fingers dancing across his shoulders. “Is it the stuff you told me about?”

He pulled back, allowing you to walk into his house. He closed the door and stopped beside you in the parlor. “It is. Funny you remembered.”

“I have a good memory,” you shrugged, eyes rolling in a gentle manner. “Can I take my shoes off?”

The boys, Sierra, and Crystal were dead silent in the living room, leaning over their own breath as you kicked off your shoes and lined them up against the others perfectly. Ashton took the bag off of your shoulder and set it on the bench above the shoulders.

“Oh, thanks,” you grinned up at him, watching his hands shove into his pockets, feet rock from heel to toe. “Ash?”

“Hm?” He met your eyes, his own slightly alarmed with anxiety.

You pulled his hand from the aforementioned pocket, wrapped tour fingers together, and held onto his bicep with your other hand. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”

His lips perked up, dimples deepening. “That’s why I’m nervous.”

“I’m nervous, too,” you admitted, tooth piercing your bottom lip.

He laughed lightly at this, “You? Nervous? Cmon, you’re always so confident.”

“It’s easy to be that way when you’re not actually in real life. I mean, I’m still kinda hitting myself for saying you smell good.”

Ashton grabbed your other hand, “Let’s cut to the chase for each other, okay?”

“Please?” you shrugged.

“We both like each other. Like, in a romantic way?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Irwin,” you poked at his hip.

He squirmed away, “Okay, proving my point.”

You giggled, which he adored the sound of. “If we both have those feelings, which we already knew of, there’s no need to be scared. We just needed to lay down the line and walk it.”

“How poetic,” Ashton leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

You shivered at the touch before your shoulder squared, “Now let’s go meet those friends who are not so secretly spying.”

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin x you #ashton irwin x reader #calm 5 seconds of summer #5sos fam #5sos x you #5sos x reader #5sos fanfic

[mc-i-r]

Friend, please

Here’s some angst for the emo boy’s bday :)

Pairings: either platonic or romantic Analogical (can be looked at either way)

TW: mention of depression, mention of s/u/i/c/i/d/e, mention of c/u/t/t/i/n/g, mention of scars, mention of a knife, panic attack symptoms (doesn't outright say it's an attack but it's implied), blood mention (very brief), Sad Boi Hours™ for Virgil, hurt/comfort, it gets better don’t worry :)

Let me know if I missed any triggers!

Word count: 1883

Logan rushed down the hallway, heartbeat pounding in his ears. He raced to the familiar black and purple door and knocked frantically, trying the doorknob only to find it locked. Of course. He knocked once again, hoping, no, praying that he was overreacting and it was all just a big misunderstanding. Come on, come on. Please answer. Nothing. He took a deep breath to steady his voice.

“Virgil, I'm coming in.”

Logan took another deep breath. He took a few steps back and kicked the door down. What he saw not only surprised him but broke his heart at the same time.

Virgil sat with his back to the bed, curled up in a ball and shaking horribly. He had his knees pulled up to his chest and his head in his hands. Logan raced over to the shaking figure and kneeled down beside him. He placed his body so the other could see him. Logan stretched his arm out, silently asking Virgil for permission to touch him. The other looked up at him, locking eyes.

Virgil was extremely pale, his eyes were red and puffy from crying and he had tear streaks down his face. His eyes were dull and not at all lively like Logan had wished they were. His hair was a mess, some of it sticking to the wetness of his face. His makeup was practically gone, only a few dark streaks where his signature eyeshadow had washed away. As soon as he saw Logan he let out a sob and buried his face in his hands. Logan moved closer and grabbed one of his wrists, attempting to move Virgil's hand away from his face. What he got in return was a hiss of pain and a flinch from Virgil. That's when it clicked.

“Oh, Virgil…” Logan said, voice just above a whisper.

Those two words caused the crying figure to let out a whimper. Logan knew that as soon as he heard Thomas was feeling more anxious than usual and even had some signs of depression that something was wrong. In hindsight he should’ve known something was wrong with Virgil. He would never take off his jacket, and if he did he always wore long sleeves. He would make up excuses to be alone and would spend days in his room not even coming out for food, sometimes even going days without a single meal. He should’ve seen the signs. They were right there. Why didn’t I see the signs?

Movement from in front of him brought him back to reality. Virgil had picked something up off the floor and was pushing it under the bed. Logan reached for his hand and Virgil let the object go, knowing he couldn't get out of Logan's grip. Logan held the object up, deducing that it was a small pocket knife, no longer than three inches, with fresh blood still on the blade. He looked up at Virgil, who still had his face hidden in his hands. Logan put his hands on the others shoulders, hoping to ground him in his apparent panic attack.

“I feel for you but when did you believe you were alone? You say that spiders crawled inside and made themselves a home where alliance once was. Petrified of who you are and who you have become. You will hide from everyone denying you need someone to exterminate your bones. Friend, please remove your hands from over your eyes for me. I know you want to leave but friend, please don't take your life away from me,” Logan sang softly, voice still just above a whisper, scared that if he sang any louder it would break the already thin amount of trust between them.

Logan was not one to sing. He preferred rapping over traditional songs but he still enjoyed occasional singing. It was mostly done in private while he was organizing books or working on work. Being a part of Thomas, he had a capacity to sing just like all other aspects of his personality. He never liked singing in front of others, mostly because he feared he would not be taken seriously if he showed any interest in frivolous displays of talent. However, recently he heard that music can help calm someone down from a panic attack and he, being the logical side, found it the best form of stabilization he could provide at the time for his friend. Plus, who doesn't love Twenty One Pilots?

He moved his hands from Virgil's shoulders and towards the others hands, gently gripping them and moving them away from his face. The other looked up at him, face broken and crying. In a desperate attempt to fix his face he wiped it with his sleeve, drying his face for a few seconds before new tears filled the space. He took a deep breath.

“W-why ar-e y-you here?” Virgil asked, voice wavering from crying. He looked at Logan with so much hurt it broke Logan's already breaking heart. Logan held Virgil's hands in his, pulling them close to his chest.

“Living like a ghost, you walk by everyone you know. You say that you’re fine but you have lost your sway and flow. So I stopped by to let you know. Friend, please remove your hands from over your eyes for me. I know you want to leave but friend, please don't take your life away from me,” Logan sang, lifting one of his hands to wipe away some of Virgil's tears. He kept his hand there, gently touching his face to provide comfort for the emotional side. Virgil teared up again, looking down at his hands that were still being held, avoiding Logan's gaze. He spoke again, voice shaky.

“Why d-do you ca-are? N-no one has e-ver cared before. J-just leave me alone. You don't w-want to deal with me any more than y-you have to. Just go away. Y-you won't have to deal with me much longer.”

Logan tightened his grip on Virgil's hands, assuring him he won't be going anywhere. He put his free hand under Virgil's head, lifting it up so they were face to face. Virgil was crying even more now.

“Would you let me know your plans tonight? ‘Cause I just won't let go, til we both see the light. And I have nothing else left to say. But I will listen to you all day,” Logan sang, giving Virgil a sad smile. Virgil looked down.

“No, you won’t,” he said quietly, barely audible.

“Yes, I will,” Logan said reassuringly. He took Virgil's head in his hands and wiped away his tears with his thumbs. Virgil sniffled, no longer crying. He looked up at Logan, his tired eyes locking with the others’. Logan began to softly sing.

“Friend, please remove your hands from over your eyes for me. I know you want to leave but friend, please. Don't take your life away from me,” Logan sang, voice breaking at the end. He felt his face grow hot as tears started falling down his face. The thought of someone as close to him as Virgil leaving was unbearable. Virgil started tearing up at the sight of Logan's tears and Logan pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around the small man's frame. Virgil hugged him back, arms squeezing his middle as he cried into his shoulder.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever but was perhaps only a few minutes. Virgil pulled out of the hug, wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Logan did the same, only using the back of his hand. Virgil brushed his fingers through his hair in a weak attempt to tidy it up.

“T-thank you,” Virgil said, his voice still slightly shaky.

“I'm just glad I got here before...before it was too late.” Logan said. He cleared his throat, trying to get the lump forming to go away.

“Now, I suppose we need to get you patched up," he said, standing up and extending his hand to Virgil who gladly took it. He stood up too, slightly losing his balance but regaining it after a steady arm held onto his side. Virgil took a step away, blushing.

“S-sorry.” he stuttered out.

“It's quite alright. Would you like to go to my room? I have a medical kit in there and the atmosphere might clear your head of any troubling thoughts.” Logan said. Virgil nodded and Logan gave a small smile in return, leading the two of them out the door and to the logical sides’ bedroom.

Logan led Virgil to his bathroom, instructing the anxious side to sit on the edge of the bathtub while he grabbed the kit. The darkly dressed side did so, fiddling with his sleeves as he waited. Logan grabbed the kit from under the sink, setting it on the countertop and getting out the gauze and an alcohol wipe. He turned to Virgil and knelt down beside him.

“Virgil, I’m going to need you to take off your hoodie. If that is not comfortable you can just roll your sleeves up but I need to be able to see your arms either way.” Logan said.

Virgil nodded, taking his arms out of his sleeves and setting the jacket on the edge of the tub beside him. Logan's breath hitched. He knew Virgil wasn’t in the greatest mindset but he didn’t know it was this bad. Pink and white lines were scattered across the other sides’ arms. About ten of them were bleeding. Logan stared in shock, mouth slightly agape.

“Oh, Virgil…” Logan whispered.

Virgil looked down and hugged himself. Logan shook himself out of his shock, unknowing of what to do next. He knew logically that he should treat the wounds but all he could think about was Virgil. He should’ve helped. He should have asked, demanded, something. Anything. Why didn’t I do anything? 

Before he could process what his body was doing, he launched himself at the anxious side, wraping him up in a comforting hug. The anxious side hugged back timidly, being careful of his sore arms. The logical side let go and began to clean and wrap the others’ arms, being gentle of the new cuts. Virgil winced when Logan began to wipe the blood away with the wipe. Logan muttered a sorry and kept working. Eventually the dark traits arms were bandaged up properly and he put his jacket back on, sighing in relief at the immediate comfort. They both stood up and Virgil gave him another hug, surprising the logical side. He hugged back, growing fond of the human contact. Virgil let go and looked at Logan, who looked back.

“Virge?” Logan asked.

“Yeah?” Virgil replied.

“Just remember one thing for me okay?” Logan asked.

“Okay,” Virgil said.

“Stay alive. Stay alive for me,” Logan said.

“Don't worry, I will.” Virgil said. He gave Logan a smile, the first genuine smile he's given in a while. Logan smiled back, his first genuine smile ever.

I would say they lived on happily ever after but in reality, there are rarely any happy endings. Logan helped Virgil everyday, being there when he needed him most. Virgil still had dark thoughts but he learned to ignore them, to let himself be the one who controls his life. Virgil would occasionally break down, fearful that it would go back to the way it used to be. Logan was there every step of the way. Virgil kept his promise, he stayed alive. No matter what his thoughts told him, he stayed alive, because he knew Logan was there for him and sometimes that's all it takes.

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@whattheremus

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[mother-snake]

Angst? Angst! So Nico has met all the sides except for one, Janus. Why? Because Janus is self conscious of his scales (and has maybe internalized some of the past "evil villain snek boy" opinions the others originally had of him??) and he is afraid he will freak out/disgust Nico and ruin Thomas' change at happiness. (+ maybe a happy ending?)

um...well. ^-^ tags: @idkanameatall words: 1631 warnings: angst and a panic attack (pls tell me if i need to add!)

-a dangerous feeling-

Maybe Janus was overthinking things again. But after finding out that Nico could in fact see the sides… he hadn’t been as active outside. He of course still added his opinion into conversations. But he didn’t dare show himself in front of Nico.

Thomas had been happier since he had begun to date. And that’s what made Janus so afraid of showing himself. he had been welcoming of the others, he had enjoyed Patton's jokes, logans smarts and romans ability to think creatively.

He had also met Remus and Virgil. But not Janus. He was yet to meet the scaled side. And it was that exact reason. would he be scared by the way he looked. Would it frighten him away from Thomas?

So, Janus had decided that he wouldn’t show up unless absolutely necessary. now he was curled up in his room. Lying in his bed trying to block out some of the thoughts that fluttered around in his mind. He missed talking to Thomas, he was able to give him a distraction most times. Even if it was just a small game of chess every now and then.

But right now, Nico was over for a movie date. Meaning he wouldn’t be able to leave just yet.

He let out a long sigh and flung the fluffy sheets of and stood up. maybe a cup of tea would help calm down his nerves. he picked up his cape and hat before leaving his room. A habit he would never let die. He loved both objects too much to let go.

He made his way down the hall, passing the brightly coloured doors. Ah, that would be annoying in deed. He had missed lunch once again. He wouldn’t be surprised if Patton didn’t scold him for missing yet another meal.

As he entered the kitchen, he found that there was no one there, that had surprised him greatly. But a plate caught his attention. A sandwich and some grapes sat lonely with a post-it he could only guess were from Patton. a warm feeling flooded his chest. but he quickly put it out. they were only playing nice. They didn’t care, of course they didn’t. but as he read what was written he found it so much harder to put out the spark of hope.

If you need to talk, our doors are open -Patton

He folded the post-it and placed it delicately into his pocket to join the others in the small jar by his bedside.

A small tugging feeling emerged in his chest, but he quickly shoved it away. he knew that Thomas was okay. He didn’t need him yet.

Another tug came, this one was coming from one of the sides. But once again he shoved it back down as he grabbed the plate, as he nibbled at a grape.

A wave of tiredness seemed to wash over him as he made his way to the commons, forgetting about the tea he was planning to make. much to his surprise he caught Patton just as he was beginning to rise up from being outside.

“Janus! There you are, why aren’t you coming?” he asked concerned as he made his way closer to the semi-startled side. “Thomas doesn’t need my assistance right now. I don’t wish to appear either,” Janus said as calmly as possible. “for some reason. I don’t believe what you just said,” Patton said sternly, his voice laced with worry.

“is this about Nico?” Janus froze still, “Janus?” “don’t worry about its Patton,” he said weakly as he sunk down and back to his room, leaving a very concerned father figure behind. --

Patton sunk down and back with the other side. His heart heavy from his talk with Janus. he plastered a smile on his face as he appeared in the living room where the sides, Thomas and Nico were gathered.

“is Janus joining us this time?” Nico asked as he looked at Patton. “no… it’s concerning me,” Patton said, his smile fell as he rubbed his arm. “why? What happened?” Thomas said. “he was trying to hide something. But when I brought up Nico, he seemed to freeze in place,” he said. “does he not like me? could that be the reason?” “no! as far as we know, he’s actually happy that you and Thomas are together,” roman said. “is there a way to summon him so that he needs to come out? I think I should talk with him,” Nico asked.

The sides began to think… they hadn’t thought about doing that. “yeah, if all of us summon a side at once, they can’t ignore us all,” Remus said. --

Janus had gotten halfway into his sandwich when he felt the tug, then another. And then he could feel all the sides.

He felt panic rise in his chest as he unwillingly sunk out. he didn’t even realise he was in the Livingroom. His vision had gone blurry. He couldn’t seem to breath. His mind had begun to race as he felt himself fall to his knees in the panic.

“Janus!” a voice called out to him. but he didn’t hear. He couldn’t be here, he would scare Nico away. “Janus, can I touch you?” the voice was soft and welcoming, he couldn’t tell who it was. he nodded, and felt someone reach up to his arms, he hadn’t realised he had begun to tug on his hair.

The touch had helped, but barely. “-two, three, four- “he heard in his panicked state. he began to repeat what he was hearing.

And slowly, he found himself coming back to reality. There in front of him was Virgil, dark eyeshadow darker than normal. “are you feeling better?” he asked as he backed away slightly, giving Janus some room.

“sorry,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “Janus, right?” a voice asked from behind Janus, making him freeze up once again.

Virgil shifted to the side revealing the one person Janus had been trying to avoid. he held his breath as he watched Nico get closer before sitting down next to Janus. “are you okay?” he asked, the worry in his eye had caught Janus off guard. he looked away and gave a small nod.

He watched Nico look around before standing up and picking something off the floor. Janus felt something plant on his head, he felt a small bit of relief. He hadn’t realised his hat had fallen off. “thank you,” he muttered.

He shakily stood up with the help of Virgil. “well, if I am not needed, I best be going,” Janus said. “wait- “Nico yelped, causing Janus to stop, “stay,” he said simply with a smile.

Janus felt surprised at his words. Why would he want him to stay. “what?” he asked, dumbfounded. “I… would like you to stay, if you don’t mind,” he said.

Janus found himself at a loss of words. Why wasn’t he scared. Why wasn’t he frightened? He looked over to where the sides were gathered. Each on of them sending a reassuring smile his way.

And for the first time. He didn’t put out the small spark… a weak smile appeared on his face. “very well then,” he said.

He let his smile grow as the sides, Thomas and Nico let out a small cheer. “is it okay if I ask you some questions about your scales? I'm rather intrigued by them,” Nico asked, his eyes sparkling. “not too many, I hope you don’t mind,” Janus “of course,” Nico said happily.

And that’s how the evening continued on. a movie played in the background as Nico whispered questions to Janus.

The sides had taken their turns glancing over to where Janus was sitting. Each one of their hearts warmed as they saw Janus interacting with Nico.

The two of them getting along rather well. Virgil hadn’t seen Janus so happy in a long time. He hadn’t even realised his eyeshadow had turned that violet colour it had begun to do recently and once a long time ago. and much to everyone’s disappointment. The evening had soon come to a close. With Nico needing to go home.

Janus felt his heart sink at that realisation. as every side said their goodbyes. He gave a small nod. “hope to see you next time Janus,” “indeed Nico,” he said with his signature smirk. --

Thomas turned to look at Janus as Nico left for the night. “well… did you enjoy meeting Nico Janus?” Thomas asked. “if you break up with him, “Janus began, “I will personally make your life so much harder,” he said before sinking down with a wink.

Remus let out a cackle, “that’s snake faces way of saying yes tommy.” --

Janus let out a sigh of relief as he arrived back in his place on the common’s sofa, where he had been sitting beforehand. His sandwich left in its place. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the small yellow piece of paper. he picked up the plate and made his way to his room.

He would most likely end up taking a nap. And that he did. But was awoken by Patton calling him down for dinner. And for the first time since being accepted, he didn’t refuse to join.

The warm feeling in his chest brightening as he was led by Patton who was almost pulling him along muttering happily.

And if tomorrow Thomas went out to meet up with Nico, he would summon Janus and the three of them would talk, nothing would be wrong. Janus may slip up with his lies, but Nico would only smile and wait for him to correct himself. yeah. He would definitely give Thomas hell if he broke up with Nico. That was certain.

#janus sanders #thomas sanders #ts spoilers #sander sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts nico #i hope this is what you were after #i wrote this in an hour and i realy think it went well #angst #fluff #happy ending

[yikesharringrove]

Can we have Stevie or non binary Steve putting some makeup on Billy? Maybe Stevie/Steve was putting on his makeup before going out and he notices Billy curiously staring at him and asks if he wants to try it?

So, I actually have a wip featuring nb Steve with a VERY similar scene, so uuuhh, I tried to make them quite different. You’ll see when my lazy ass actually gets around to finishing and posting the wip lol.

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mtf Stevie

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Stevie was sitting at her desk, the one that had turned vanity long ago.

Billy was taking her to a club in the city tonight, knew hos much she fucking loved to dance.

He was sitting on her bed, and she noticed him watching her intently as she lined her eyes.

“What?”

“Just you.” She rolled her eyes.

“That’s not a real answer.”

“I can’t look at you?”

“No.” She swept her hair over her shoulder, turning back to her mirror as Billy laughed.

But he kept staring at her, tracking the sweeping movement of her brush as she highlighted he cheekbones, her nose.

“You wanna try?” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“What? Doing your makeup? Thought you wanted it to look good.” Stevie glared at the ceiling, blowing out a long suffering sigh.

“No. Do you wanna try wearing some. I’d but it on for you.” Billy liked his lips, his teasing smile fading a little.

“You don’t think it’s, like, weird that I wanna try?” Stevie barked a laugh.

“Not every little boy that plays with makeup ends up a woman. Some end up men that still like to play.” She gestured for Billy to sit in her desk chair, settling herself on his lap. “What do you want? You’ve got such good skin you don’t need foundation unless you want contour.” Billy just blinked at her.

“Uh, eyes?” She laughed, but reached for her palate.

“What kinda eyes? I could do something real bold, or like, just eyeshadow or something.”

“Whatever you think looks best.” She nodded once.

She kept it simple, a smudgy dark smokey eye that made Billy’s eyes look so crystal blue. She blended shadows, and smudged pencil liner with the pad of her middle finger.

She couldn’t help herself, plucked a few stray hairs from Billy’s eyebrows, shaped them neatly. She dusted highlight on his cheekbones, the bow of his lips.

She laughed at him while she put mascara on his lashes, the way he would flinch, his eyelids fluttering.

“Relax. You’re lucky I didn’t make you curl them.” She picked up the lash curler, snipping it at Billy.

“What the fuck is that?” Billy looked horrified as Stevie showed him, curling her own false lashes.

“Okay. I’ll get off you so you can look.” She had sprayed him with a setter, and went to climb off his lap, when his arms circled his hips.

“Nah. I like you right here.” She slapped at his chest.

“You’re a dog. Lemme go.” He pouted as she slid off him, put then his eyes drifted to the mirror.

One eyebrow raised as he took himself in from different angles.

“Holy shit, Stevie.”

“Don’t you look fucking hot?”

“Christ, I do.” She rolled her eyes at him, moving to go get dressed for the club.

She turned around to look at her outfit in the full length mirror, catching Billy staring at her.

The dark makeup around his eyes just made them look that much more beautiful, tempting and fucking dangerous.

Stevie’s knees felt weak.

“You know, I may be, may be a little too tired to go out tonight.” Billy started smirking, his grin going fucking feral as she slid her dress off, standing in her underwear. “Maybe we could just, stay in?”

He got up off her chair, making a show of strutting towards her.

“what, don’t wanna show me off?”

“Wanna keep you to myself.” He grabbed her around the waist, tossing her on the bed.

“I can make that happen for you, Baby. No sweat.”

“Well, maybe some sweat.”

#yikes writes #ive been pining over mtf stevie lately #i just have a lot of cute ideas for her #i was kinda thinking like current adam lambert smokey eye/severe eyebrow moment for billy #he would look SO FUCKING HOT with that CHRIST #like his EYES 🥴 #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #trans steve harrington #trans steve #mtf!steve #mtf!steve harrington #mtf steve #mtf steve harrington #trans!steve harrington #trans!steve

[sleekervae]

Suck It And See [0.1]

Masterlist

"Attention all passengers, next stop is:"

"Sheffied Station,"

There was a notable shiver that ran through the air as the soft, feminine introduction was cut short by the blunt, robotic voice that muffled out the train's next destination. The pit of jitterbugging nerves in Jade's stomach reached a new boiling point as she felt the mobile car gradually begin to slow. She pulled her earbuds out and grabbed her luggage case, yanking it through the tight aisle with all the might she had in her tiny body. The conductor was kind enough to hold the sliding door open for her as she came into the pass and hopped out of the side door. The smell of burning coal and engine oil wafted into her nose and made her shiver in disgust.

The station was teaming with people, all of them buzzing back and forth in order to catch their departing train or eager to head home for the day. Jade reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper; it was a portrait of the family that was supposed to be taking care of her. Her mum's sister, Aunt Joy, as well as her Uncle Cosmo, and her cousins, Oliver, Noah, Charlie, Alfie, and Flora; relatives whom she hardly knew growing up as they lived roughly three hours away by train.

They're faces in the photo were off to her, perhaps it was the fact that nobody was smiling? Perhaps it was that the photo was about five years old and the faces were younger? Regardless, Jade's eyes scanned the crowd until she was able to just make out the familiar face of an older, but gorgeous, well-dressed woman standing by the turnstiles; looking absolutely appalled to be standing so close to the mechanisms. Meanwhile, her teenage daughter was sitting on a bench as she flipped through some random fashion magazine.

Pulling her luggage behind her, Jade tentatively approached the older woman. Once her eyes landed on the teenage brunette, her face lit up.

"Oh, my stars! Jade!?" she exclaimed, seemingly enthusiastic to see her. Jade nodded slowly and cracked a shy smile.

"A-Aunty Joy?" she stammered back.

The older woman wrapped Jade into a tight hug, engulfing her in her pungent, suffocating rose-scented perfume. The teenager -- Flora, she presumed -- was reluctant to put away her magazine and stand up, but she did anyhow and forced a smile onto her face. Flora was wearing tight, ripped jeans and velvet sweater with a black tank top underneath. Her long, honey blonde hair was tied into a tight ponytail atop her head with pom-pom elastics keeping it in place. She had shimmery, silver eyeshadow dusting her eyelids and shiny pink lipgloss smeared over her lips. To Jade, she looked like a washed up circus performer.

Aunt Joy meanwhile held herself with pride. She was dressed in a fine black pantsuit and three-inch pumps. Her voluminous, mousy brown hair was loose and curly, brushing over her shoulders, and every inch of her face was covered in fine, sophisticated makeup. Needless to say, this woman stood out like an onion in a bean dip within the station.

Aunt Joy released Jade from her bone-crushing hug and held her face in her hands, seemingly studying her. Her semi-wrinkled hands were surprisingly soft against Jade's skin, "Aw, you look just like your mother," she gushed, but the soft, kind expression in her eyes suddenly shifted to something more... indifferent, "We'll have that fixed before you leave, dear,"

Jade wasn't sure how to respond to that, besides an awkward "okay,". She turned and looked at Flora, who still had her nose buried in the magazine. Aunt Joy snapped at her.

"Flora!" her posh accent boomed at her, "Put that trashy thing away and say hi to your cousin," she requested -- no, demanded.

Flora rolled her eyes and stood, then she wrapped her weak little bird arms around Jade. Flora wasn't much younger than Jade, only by a few months. Regardless, she was short enough to be confused for a twelve-year-old.

"You've grown up," Jade forced herself to say, hoping that Flora might take her as genuine. Instead, she quickly dropped her arms from the hug and stood back. She glared down at Jade's chunky, dirt stained, white converse sneakers and snared at her.

"Why are your eyebrows so big?" she asked.

Jade, once again, wasn't sure how to respond. She subconsciously ran her fingers over her right eyebrow, feeling at the little hairs that brushed against her skin. They were only a bit longer than  Flora's smaller, nearly bleached blonde eyebrows.

"Whatcha' mean?" she could only reply.

Aunt Joy glared at her daughter before she turned on her heels, "Flora, there is nothing wrong with Jade's eyebrows. If wants bushy eyebrows, that's her prerogative,"

Jade wasn't sure whether she should thank her Aunt for standing up for her, or shudder at the sly insult.

Nevertheless, Aunt Joy lead the two girls out of the station and into the parkade. There they all walked towards a silver, classy Mercedes Benz. Aunt Joy popped the trunk and rounded to the driver's side door, while Flora went for the shotgun. Neither of them helped Jade as she struggled to pick up her luggage and put it into the car's small trunk. Once she slammed the door shut, she jumped into the backseat just as the engine roared to life.

The car ride was mostly silent, the only exception being when Joy would asked Jade about her mother. Ruth Carswell was sick, too sick for a few doctor's visits here and there and drug store prescriptions for a quick-fix. Jade didn't like to talk about it much; hence why she chose to come to Sheffield to continue her school. With the medical bills piling up, as well as some bills left over from her parents' divorce, Aunt Joy and Uncle Cosmo were kind enough to take Jade into their home and pay for her school, right up until she would graduate.

"She needs a stable home environment!" Uncle Cosmo would say over the phone. Ruth Carswell was gracious to her sister for taking in her only daughter, while Jade's father, Peter, wasn't as ecstatic to have his fifteen-year-old daughter living three hours away from home.

Jade continued to stare out the window, glaring at the passing dull brick buildings and wet streets. Few people were out; cycling, smoking, sitting on benches and not doing much of anything for entertainment. At least in Newcastle, there was some life that was always breathing its way into the city; this town seemed half-dead.

As they passed a large sign that read Rotherham in white, cursive lettering, the dark, boring brick buildings soon emerged into flatter plains and larger townhouses. They were regal, conservative, and clean, as though just built and painted in a fresh coat. But just as before, nobody was on the streets. It was eery to Jade.

Aunt Joy turned into a cul-de-sac and pulled into a driveway just as the end of the ring. Before them was a beautiful, victorian-style dark green and red house. Its colours matched in tandem with the bushy coniferous trees and bustling flower gardens. The curtains were all drawn open and the grass was a gorgeous, rich green, still damp. On the porch was a darling little bench swing built in rustic, varnished wood. It appeared as a happy home, to Jade and the rest of the world, at least.

Aunt Joy marched up the small staircase while Flora hopped behind her; again, neither of them bothering to help Jade. Luckily for her, Uncle Cosmo opened the door, puffing on his pipe with a big, joyous smile on his face.

"There she is!" he awed. He swept passed his wife and daughter and went right up to Jade, wrapping her in a bear hug. Unlike Aunt Joy, Uncle Cosmo's hug was comfortable, familiar to Jade. His expensive, subtle cologne mixed with his pipe smoke, delicious and bubbly as the scent wafted up Jade's nose. Despite how little she did get to see Uncle Cosmo, she enjoyed spending time with him. He was a kind man with a heart of gold and a hand that was constantly open.

It made Jade wonder why on Earth he would've married Aunt Joy.

"Yeh're growing faster than a weed, darlin'!" he exclaimed, "Last I saw yeh, yeh was just knee-'igh to a grass'opper,"

Jade finally felt herself relax in Uncle Cosmo's embrace, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" she replied.

Uncle Cosmo took the luggage from her and hauled it up the stairs with ease with Jade following. Flora had long disappeared inside her home with Aunt Joy stood off to the side of the door, watching her husband with a derivative of adoration. Her gaze followed them inside before she slammed the door shut, making Jade wince at the sudden cacophonous calamity. Aunty Joy and Uncle Cosmo gave Jade a brief tour of the large house, the sitting room, the kitchen, the basement, rooms she could and could not enter due to 'privacy reasons'.

Her uncle excused himself to his office soon after, his pager had gone off. That left Jade alone with her Aunt. She struggled to pull her luggage up the two flights of stairs Aunt Joy was leading her. They descended down a brightly lit hallway with gorgeous, crisp white panelled doors. One of them was covered in Hot Wheel and Transformers stickers, no doubt that room belonged to her youngest cousin, Alfie.

"The boys are just out at their lacrosse practice, dear. They should be back by dinner time and you can all get reacquainted," Aunt Joy said to her. The older woman turned the corner in the hallway and came to another white door, seemingly decayed and left abandoned by the the passing of time. She wrenched the knob and turned it with a loud creak and pushed it open.

"And here we are. Home, sweet home," Aunt Joy seemingly sang. Jade followed her in, and she found herself standing in a small bedroom. It was perched in the back roost of the house, with dull, beige walls, stained and scratched floorboards, and a single window that overlooked the backyard. The bed was turned down with plump, freshly cleaned sheets and linens, and in the corner was a small desk, chair, and lamp. In the opposing corner was a four-foot long clothing rack. To put bluntly, the room lacked any personality whatsoever.

Jade looked around the room, finding disturbing patterns on the floor. They were boxy in shape and a few shades lighter than the rest of the floorboards. The room smelled of mothballs and lemon pledge, as well as something stuffy. Perhaps it would have been better once she had opened a window?

Jade didn't dare ask her aunt, but she had a creeping suspicion that she had placed her in what was once the attic.

"Now then," Aunt Joy stood by the door as Jade looked around, "House rules: no running down the halls, no loud noises, and if you're going to have friends over, you must approve with myself first. Oh, and no smoking in the house,"

Jade felt her nerves fizzle as she turned around, seemingly dumbfounded, "I'm sorry?" she quipped.

The older woman simply giggled as though she had told a silly joke, "Oh please, dear. I know nicotine when I smell it. You get that awful habit from your mum," she said, "Nevertheless, I'll let you get yourself settled. Dinner's at seven-thirty, I expect you to be downstairs by seven-fifteen. You need to use the bathroom, it's just down the hall. Just be sure you knock first; Flora likes to experiment with her makeup in there," she said.

"Alright," Jade replied tentatively, "Erm -- is there somewhere for me to plug in me phone?" she asked, noting that there were no outlets in the walls. Perhaps, since this was really the attic, the family figured they wouldn't need any electrical outlets.

"Oh," Aunt Joy brought a hand to her face as she looked around in thought, "Well -- I'm sure Cosmo has one in the office you can use. He shouldn't mind too much," she said.

Jade only nodded in reply. Aunt Joy left the shut the door behind her, giving her time to get herself settled. Jade looked tirelessly around the joyless room, figuring out ways in which she could liven it up. Perhaps with some old movie posters or art pieces? Jade placed her luggage at the foot of the rickety-looking clothing rack, pulled off her jacket and let it fall to the floor, and she took a seat on the bed. Despite the plush linens, the bed was hard, creaky, and uncomfortable. Cold and uncomfortable -- just like the rest of the house.

She let out a heavy sigh and laid back on the bed, immediately her eyes landed on a crack in the angled ceiling. Maybe by luck, a poisonous spider would come down from said crack, bite her, and take her out of this wretched situation? Because the Lord only knew how badly she wanted to be at home, with her own loving, but broken family.

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