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summary: in which the sweet ache of yearning metamorphoses into the art of intimacy and knowing.

idol!jk x reader, est. relationship / fluffy fluff, a dash of angst, explicit content (minors dni!!) / word count: 10.5k

warnings/content: divided into seven parts. it’s like a timeline hehe <3 ; mainly in jk’s pov!! ; underaged drinking (oc is 18 in that part but the legal age of drinking in sk is 19 so!) ; mention of almost? n*des (neither sent by our mcs) ; making out ; thigh grinding ; brief or*l (f. rec + allusions to m. rec) ; mention and allusion to s*x [yesyes it’s the first time] [oc may or may not cry a little too…] ; they have a ‘what if i die before you?’ discourse lmao

playlist! restless - bibi ; lily of the valley - daniel ; who do you love - the black skirts ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande ; snow - josh makazo

> in which masterlist!

note: look at my gorjus ethereal bf !!!! anyway… hi, i’m back ^_^ here’s my not so little offering to those who’s been missing the iw couple <3 as always i’d love to hear your thoughts :") come chat!!

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I. THE FALLING

“just stay the night.” you blurt out, turning to jungkook to express your worry. “i can’t let you leave right now. it’s not safe.”

his wide eyes scan the headline of the news once more.

heavy snowfall, road accident, several injured… versus staying the night at the apartment of not quite his friend, not quite his lover, for the first time.

he can’t deny that he favors the latter over the former with an explicable feeling rendering him breathless. still, he can’t allow his enthusiasm to cloud his better judgement. he knows he’s still somewhat of a stranger to you. he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome or make you feel uncomfortable in your own space.

“are you sure you’re comfortable with it?”

“sure. should i be worried?“

“no! uhm, i just thought not everyone would be comfortable to have a person they’re not very close with to sleep over.”

you chuckle, lightly bumping your shoulder against his. “chill. i have bigger things to be scared of than the guy who just cried with me while watching an anime movie.”

oh… he thought you were too absorbed in wiping your own tears to notice him crying too.

he slumps back on the sofa with a sigh. “i see. i guess we’re left with no choice then.”

“i have an extra toothbrush!”

—

jungkook doesn’t quite understand people’s obsession with his eyes, but getting enamored by the innocence that yours seem to glisten with, he wonders if he is experiencing the same case.

“can you see if this fits you?”

you stand before him with a stack of neatly folded clothes, unraveling a pair of gray sweatpants to hold up infront of him.

“i think… there’s a string? oh, there’s none.”

he chuckles. “you forgot?”

“well, it’s not mine. my ex never came back for his clothes.“ you huff with a roll of your eyes, muttering a silent his loss into the air. “i’ve washed it though! don’t worry! it’s just- you know- sleeping in denim pants is uncomfortable.”

does that mean you still wear the clothes of your exes? this pisses him off for some unknown reason. he would much rather sleep uncomfortably than wear their clothes.

you kindly smile, pushing the black knitted sweater against his chest. “but this is mine. it’s really warm and comfortable!”

but on another note, you’re too sweet and thoughtful. how could he ever say no?

—

the sweatpants is a little loose around his waist. your sweater, however, feels incredibly soft against his skin. as he walks back into the living room, he pulls down his sweater paws and runs his hands across its sleeves. if he had to describe the feeling it evokes, he would say it is very much similar to rolling around on freshly washed and dried bedsheets.

“it’s nice, right?”

he whips his head around upon hearing the sound of your voice. for a quick second, you caress his arm with the back of your hand, and even with the barrier separating your skin from his, the casual touch causes his breath to hitch.

“i finished cleaning the room. i set up a comforter on the floor so you can take the bed.”

“is that so? thank you!”

he zooms past you. you’re left standing alone, blinking in confusion. he is more than happy to welcome himself into your bedroom… so he can slyly steal the bed you prepared for yourself. he slides under the covers, makes himself all cozy with his hands resting on the back of his head as if it’s not a raging winter and he’s lying under the summer sun.

“and what do we have here?”

jungkook cracks one eye open. there you are leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. you raise your eyebrows at him, demanding an answer.

“what?” he smiles childishly. “you’re the one doing me a favor. i’m not going to let you sleep on the floor.”

“how polite. suit yourself, sir.” you shake your head in amusement, smiling.

you enter the room, flicking the lightswitch off and locking the door at the speed of light. without thinking, probably; muscle memory formed by your routine. he is the only thing not a part of it. yet.

“goodnight, jungkook.”

“goodnight.”

he still sees you moving around in the dark. you crouch down beside him and he feels the extra pillow he’s partially crushing under his weight be jerked away all of a sudden.

“i need this one. sorry.” you whisper-shout apologetically. “goodnight! sweet dreams!”

—

jungkook sighs, tired of mindlessly scrolling through social media. his eyes flutter shut as he allows his phone to collapse on his chest. he is yet to even figure out if going to work later would be possible because of the blocked roads. he has gotten enough earful about not heading straight to the dorm and he cannot risk any more. because then, he would have to see less of you.

he sneakily opens his eyes, craning his head to the side to steal a glance of you, but he finds that you’ve already fallen asleep on your textbook and he’s unable to look away again. bathed in the warm light of the lampshade on your bedside, he has never seen you more peaceful. he learns with hard evidence that you’re a side sleeper, curled up underneath the blanket and cutely snuggled against the pillow you took from him.

he doesn’t know how long he’s been admiring you, but he knows he doesn’t want you to think of him as a creep. you stir in your sleep and his hand swiftly flies to his phone. pretending to be absorbed in reading the first tweet he comes across, he tries taking another subtle glimpse of you.

it’s as if he’s been caught and punished.

he flinches.

your textbook collides with the floor, landing only inches next to his pillow. he begins sweating. he could’ve easily gotten a concussion at best, death at worst.

he sits up with his elbows anchoring him, poking around to investigate the cause of the fall. admittedly, he’s a little sad to see your back now facing him.

“shit, what am i doing?” he roughly rubs his face to knock some sense back into him.

he needs to get some sleep. yeah, that’s it. nothing more.

he picks up your textbook, taking it upon himself to bring it over to your desk. on his way back, he also decides to to turn off the lampshade.

his finger freezes on the button, however. he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to silence the giggle that threatens to escape him— so fucking endeared to discover that you’ve kicked off your blanket and rolled over to your other side along with the pillow, your thigh carelessly slumped over it.

he tucks himself back into bed, heart feeling all warm and fuzzy.

“so, so adorable.”

the words escape him without thought; the smile on his face ever-present even as he drifts off to dreamland.

—

II. ALLOW ME TO LINGER BY THE DOOR

“hey, it’s getting late. shouldn’t you be heading home by now?”

you sit beside jungkook on the sofa after a phone call, and his round eyes grow twice their size when you steal the iced tea from his grasp, nonchalant as your lips wrap around the same red straw his have been only seconds ago.

he awkwardly clears his throat, perhaps to mask his loud heartbeat. “is your friend okay?”

“oh, she’ll be fine. it’s her fault so i can’t do much for her this time.” you shrug, picking up your chopsticks as you eye the last dumpling in the bowl. “still hate that guy, though.”

“the one you think is lying about being rich?”

“i don’t know much about real ones, but i’m pretty sure i’ve seen enough fake diamonds!”

that seems to hits the right spot to elevate your mood. you hum happily as you chew, collapsing on the cushions and looking straight ahead at the television screen.

“sorry about that. you must be bored and tired by now.”

“about that…” jungkook swallows his nervousness. he rests his arm on top of the sofa, just to act cool. he’s so close to you yet still so distant. “i’m dead tired from filming today. i’ve been up since four in the morning. would it be too much trouble if i spend the night again?”

“i should be the one asking you that. why do you like this trashy place way more than i do?” you shake your head, wiping your mouth with a paper napkin. “i’ll go fix up so you can rest then. you’re lucky minji didn’t claim the bed first.”

fuck, he was supposed to get kicked out?

“wait! do you need a change of clothes?”

“there’s no need!” he replies a little too quickly. if he has to wear the clothes of another one of your exes, he might end up on the news for setting himself on fire. “i have extras in my backpack i didn’t got to wear today.”

“oh, okay.” you flash him a smile before disappearing into the bedroom.

yeah, how convenient.

he exhales through his mouth.

when did he start lying? his mother would be very disappointed in him. but on the other hand, his father would explode in boisterous laughter and pat him on the back. nevermind… that just makes it worse.

“guess i’m going to hell!” he shrugs, wearing a smile that is rather too jubilant.

he grabs his backpack on the floor and heads to the bathroom; your home is another home away from home.

—

jungkook is exhausted from dance practice. he must’ve exerted himself too hard again without realizing it. for the third time this week, he’s attaching pain relief patches to his neck and shoulders, shirt pulled to the side as to expose the area. normally, he’d just take it off without care, but he’s in a different setting. while he’s pretty confident with the current condition of his body, it would be rude to strip out of nowhere. and you make him nervous. would he fluster you or would you fluster him? he’s not prepared to find out yet.

“are you okay?”

his movements from below capture your attention amidst catching up to the events in your group chats.

“i’m okay, just a little sore. don’t worry!” he waves off your concern with a scrunch of his nose. “i also fell asleep in the car earlier so…”

“i can give you a massage. if you want.”

“no, it’s fine.” even though the offer sounds extremely tempting, especially coming from you. “i know you’re tired too.”

“hm, your loss. i’m kind of an expert at it.”

he squints his eyes at you. “really?”

“you don’t believe me?”

you sit up on the bed with an offended gasp, and he laughs at how you quite literally rose up to the challenge.

“we do have actual experts come in and take care of us too, you know that?”

“excuse you, i’m an actual expert! i have more than a decade of experience!”

he isn’t surprised to witness you climb down immediately afterwards, sitting behind him with your hands already on his shoulders.

“hmm, my dad worked at construction sites. my mom had a desk job. this- this was my job.” your fingers begin pressing down as if you’re assessing him, touching the bare skin of his still exposed shoulder. “got paid with extra allowance. making money was easy back then.”

“you’re so adorab- ah, ah, ah-” his sentence is cut short by his own self when you apply pressure on a big knot, gently massaging it in small circles to loosen the tightly wound muscle fibers. “fuck, it hurts… yeah, that’s good. don’t stop.”

he hears you snort, feels your forehead collapse on his back as vibrant giggles rack your body. a blush of red creeps up to his cheeks and he’s thankful that you can’t see his face.

he laughs along, belly aching. “okay, okay- i heard it! i should keep my mouth shut!”

“no no no, i won’t laugh anymore!”

“you’re still doing it right now!”

“i’ll stop!” you sniffle, laughed to the point of tears. you squeeze his shoulders. “just relax! you’re so tense here, see? no wonder it hurts.”

there’s no denying that his body is pushed to its limits everyday; he has grown accustomed of this kind of lifestyle and he doesn’t complain. you’re making him want to do it all the time, though. if it means getting pampered like this? hell yeah.

“it hurts here too. over- over here-” he reaches a hand to his back, patting the area that has been bothering him all day. “this part. will you make it go away, please?”

“here? your shoulder blade?”

“yes!”

“okay. tell me if i should go gentler or harder. i don’t want to hurt you.”

it’s his turn to snort. he shortly learns that was not a smart move.

“ah, ah, ah-” you pull at his ear and this time he moans in pain. “oh, come on! you gave that one away!”

“shut up! you’re not allowed to laugh too!”

—

he tries not to create more embarrassing sounds. at some point he begun to busy himself with his phone, but to no avail, there are occasional moans and grunts he can’t bite down because you weren’t lying about being a pretty damn good masseur. and then he does it on purpose once, just to hear you laugh again, because his being already feels a million times lighter and you show no signs of exhaustion or boredom.

“you have a mole here,” you casually observe. he feels a light touch on the side of his neck and the butterflies in his stomach become untamed. “it’s sexy.”

he blushes, caught off guard by the compliment. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome.” you hum.

the minutes pass by and he is no longer faking silence, however. all he can think about now is how he wishes that he was lying down for this. how long has it been? you’ve been definitely at it for almost an hour. he yawns, eyelids fighting to stay open but failing miserably.

“hey, wipe your drool.”

he blinks. your beautiful face greets him— for a second, he’s convinced that he has begun dreaming. with a mischievous grin, you lift the collar of his shirt to wipe the corners of his lips, and in a state of near delirium, he cackles.

“seriously, thank you… i-i don’t even know what to say. i really needed that.” he sighs, carelessly rubbing his heavy eyes. “i’ll treat you to dinner tomorrow. how about that?”

“sounds good. now go to sleep.” you pat his back before rising on your feet. “your head kept on dropping and i felt bad.”

“that happens a lot.”

“well, it’s bad for your neck. keep doing it and i’ll get more free dinners.”

the unmistakable sound of a kiss that follows, it suspiciously matches with the warmth that lingers on his cheek.

“goodnight!”

“goodnight…” he only manages to mumble.

his mind has gone off to space. you tuck yourself into your bed after turning off the lampshade while jungkook feels like he just got blasted to the moon. he needs to get out of here. STAT.

“i’ll go drink some water. do you want me to get you a glass?”

“no, i’m fine.”

he makes out your figure shuffling in the dark, snuggled closely to a pillow.

he nods, which you probably didn’t even see. he steps out of the room as quietly as possible, slowly closing the door as to produce the smallest click. he pads to the kitchen still feeling light, almost like he’s walking on a path made out of clouds. he pours himself a glass of cold water from the fridge, chugs it down to the very last drop.

he licks his lips as he sets down the glass on the counter. he sighs deeply. he can still feel the outline of your lips, sticky lip balm printed on his skin. is it normal that he couldn’t be bothered to wipe it off?

“totally worth going to hell for.” he muses, unaware of the smirk that has started playing on his lips.

he briskly washes the glass at the sink, wiping it dry with a towel before deposting it back into the rack.

as expected, you’ve already fallen asleep by the time that he returns. the light from the hallway casts a glow over your face and it’s a sight that is painfully intimate in its own peculiar way.

he can’t put a name to it, but whatever this feeling is, he likes it and he wants it to last.

and so, he lingers by the door for a few seconds more.

—

III. THE YEARNING

jungkook hisses your name with yet another curse, heart so close to jumping out of his chest. when you were on the phone incoherently begging him to take you home from the club, he expected to carry out a passed out person from his car to their apartment floor, which he found no problem with aside from the possibility of having to deal with them throwing up.

instead, he is struck by an unusual combination of amusement and distress. he has been running around trying to capture you as you spend your final bursts of energy ringing strangers’ doorbells. your exhilarated laughter echoes throughout the hallways. he must confess that he was laughing along with you the first time… until it started to get a little bit out of hand.

if someone recognizes him by chance, he would be beyond fucked.

“don’t- don't do it! stop it! please!” he finally manages to seize your wrist before it can reach another, forced to wrap his arms around your torso so you won’t escape from him again. “are you crazy? it’s 3am! people are sleeping!”

“that’s the point.” you mewl, looking back to him with a childish pout underneath the hood of your coat. “why are they sleeping? it’s when the ghosts come out. does no one ever think about ghosts’ feelings? because i do! if i were a ghost, i’d be lonely and crying right now!”

oh my god, what is happening?

“so let’s invite them and everyone for more drinks!” you jump up and down, his secure hold doesn’t hold a candle to your hypernese. “jungkook, i want to drink more! more more more! buy me!”

unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to dwell on your cuteness. he hears a door click from behind and his instincts instantaneously kick in. oh shit, you actually fucking woke someone up. he sweeps you off your feet, clasping a hand over your mouth to mute your angry protests. he turns at a corner, trapping you against the wall.

a deep and manly voice fills the silence. “hello? who’s there?”

two pairs of eyes widen, staring at each other as if they can read minds through them. he notices the unsteady rise and fall of your chest; your heart must be beating as fast as his. he has to pull down his black mask to be able to breathe.

“you’re going to be the death of me.” he grumbles with a pointed look.

when you smile, he perceives it first through the palm of his hand before it reaches your eyes. only then does he fully register the dangerously close proximity between you.

dangerous because he wants to kiss you.

dangerous because you’d dare him to do it and his self-control has been reduced to a million cracks.

“ah, this prank again! fucking teenagers!”

and the door slams shut. you both flinch.

“that guy has a fridge full of beer!”

you are vexed, voice muffled but still clearly loud. you harshly paw at his forearm to remove his hand, and your pout finally comes into view.

“no, you’ve had enough! seriously, what am i going to do with you? huh? you shouldn’t even be drinking at all.” he blows a loud breath, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. “how did you even get in the club? fake id? you have it, don’t you?”

you rush to defend yourself. “i’m only younger by a year and i don’t look like it! as if they actually care in those places. they only want money.”

he begins to question if the bloodshot of your eyes is solely because of the alcohol or you’re also on the verge of tears.

“why? are you mad at me?”

“no, i’m not mad. should i be?”

“…i don’t know. why do you even care about things like that? you’re not my boyfriend or my parent so i don’t need to explain myself to you.” you angrily ramble, wriggling out of the tight spot he had you trapped in.

and that felt like a fucking dagger to the heart.

“you know what? i-i can do this. i can take care of myself, so go home.”

“____, don’t be like this, please. you’re drunk.”

“i’m not drunk, just tipsy! you can go home!”

he runs after you, but you shrug him off and continue walking away, perhaps a little too fast. he curses himself when he catches up to you seconds too late, witnessing you fall over to the floor with a thump and a whimper.

“are you okay?! where does it hurt?!”

you shake your head profusely, but your hands gripping your ankle gives away the answers. he doesn’t press you further. without another word, he hooks an arm under your knees and the other under your back, swooping you from the floor. he stands up straight, adjusts your position slightly, and walks the path you attempted to travel alone in your intoxicated state.

perhaps he is mad. he went and abandoned his rest time when you said that you needed him, only for you to rudely send him home. he has the right to be mad, even just a little bit, despite the fact that he isn’t your boyfriend, right?

not that it matters.

you cling to his neck and it all melts away.

he glances down at you. a soft smile has replaced your frown. “oh, so now you’re happy again?”

“yes,” you tilt your head. “feels like i’m floating.”

“where’s your key?”

“huh?”

“your key-”

“oh!”

you dig out the item from the pocket of your coat. you proudly dangle it infront of his face along with the colorful keychains attached to it; the bear was gifted by yours truly from japan. he totally forgot that it existed. the last time he saw it was when he tossed it in the paper bag he gave you.

he’s not even your boyfriend. the two of you know that doesn’t make sense anymore.

—

after he sets you down on the sofa, he kneels on the floor to remove the heels from your aching feet. he gets the hang of it after unfastening the second strap. while he’s preoccupied, you strip off your coat to combat the increased temperature of your body.

“i need to pee.” you urgently kick off the heels as you rise on your feet.

jungkook looks up and forgets how to breathe. you are irresistibly gorgeous; the cherry red mid-thigh dress you’ve been hiding from him hugs your body so perfectly. he’s ensnared and thoroughly convinced that you’re aware of your power to leave men and women alike sweating and tongue-tied.

goddammit, he is mad. you were at the club looking like this among flashing lights and grinding bodies and he is not your boyfriend.

“doesn’t your ankle hurt?”

“doesn’t matter. i need to pee.”

he clicks his tongue as you limp your way towards the bathroom.

“you’re so hardheaded.”

he lifts up your arm to bring it over his shoulders; he holds your waist to assist you.

“and your heart is so soft.” you giggle, and his world stops when you hold his face… peppering his cheek with an amount of kisses he doesn’t have half the mind to count.

you said you’re not drunk, just tipsy. does that mean you genuinely like him this much and you’ll remember it when you wake up?

dear god, he hopes so.

—

jungkook is supposed to wake up in four hours. however, he’s still wide awake sitting by your pillow, mind completely blank on what he’s supposed to do now that you’re safe and sound. he can’t bring himself to leave just yet. you bump against his knee as you shuffle and squirm, eyes closed but yet to land in the confines of slumber. he can hear your rugged and frustrated breathing, can’t help but to hopelessly adore how pretty you are even with knitted eyebrows and tousled hair.

he likes you so much. he knows it hasn’t been that long since you met but the thought of losing the chance of winning you over makes him want to cry and throw a tantrum. you’re running in his mind day and night. you have permeated all his senses. you charm him with your unapologetic existence and you effortlessly captivate his ungiven affections.

when it comes to love, his passion becomes a weakness.

a whine emits from your parted lips as if you sense that something is wrong. your hands pat around the mattress— searching and searching, until they stumble upon him. you push yourself up, head landing on the pillow, and your arms, they hug him close by his waist. only then do you finally come to a still, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

you are at peace and he is experiencing an emotional turmoil— falling in love. this is simply not fair.

the lines are becoming so blurry. he is losing control of his hands, hyperaware of what he is capable with his possession of them. he strokes your head gently, hair brushing across his palm— this is soothing to him as much as it is you.

this feels right, he thinks. he wants time to stretch from this galaxy to another.

he feels a weak tug at his sweater.

“i’m cold now,” your complaint comes out mumbled against the thick fabric.

next thing he knows you’re pulling him down by his collar, leaving him with no choice but to lie down beside you as to not crush you under his weight. where the hell did you gather the strength to do that?!

he hisses in panic. “yah! what are you doing?”

“i’m cold,” you repeat.

“____, we’re lying down on the blanket. if you can just scoot over for a seco- i’ll take it out. move-”

his attempts on communicating to you only fall on deaf ears. he zips his mouth to admit defeat.

you cling to him for warmth, and jungkook finds himself giving more than that. he volunteers his arm to be your pillow, softly cupping the back of your head as you nuzzle your face on his chest; his other arm wraps around your torso to keep you close. it is quite a tight fit on a single bed— he figures out a lame excuse for later.

now he can say for certain that you’re hearing his heartbeat, but he doesn’t seem to care anymore. he also doesn’t mind the scent of alcohol because it’s tragically losing the battle against your sweet perfume. it renders him enchanted. and the dress… that hypnotizing dress. he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to banish the sinful thoughts flooding his imagination.

he didn’t peg you to be the physically affectionate type, but seeing that you can’t sleep without hugging something, someone— he wants to be just the thing that you cherish as your safe haven. he wants this memory to be cute… and romantic. but too much heavy on the romance, you affect his body and heart in ways no one can.

he tries to will his growing erection to ebb away. it’s not an appropriate situation. he likes and respects you too much.

“my makeup…”

you said it so quietly, he almost believed he was making it up in his head.

“what was that?”

“will you- please, will you help me take off my makeup? it’s bothering me.” you make one final request at the depths of drowsiness, speech slurred and stuttered. “the wipes… the drawer behind you.”

he should’ve thought of that. he’s learning. next time, he will.

he settles into his previous position after grabbing the wipes.

“how do i help? is it okay if i d-”

he interrupts his question when he realizes that you’ve finally fallen asleep.

his sigh momentarily fills the defeaning silence of the night. the exhaustion has also begun to take a toll on him. he’s going to have to catch up on sleep during car rides and set breaks. he’s already dreading it as he’s planning around their hectic schedule.

as he wipes off your makeup as carefully as possible, he mutters into the thin air. “you owe me a massage for this.”

—

IV. HAPPINESS OUTSIDE DAYDREAMS

“you’re my boyfriend now and you don’t sleep on the floor anymore. how cute is that?” you happily think out loud, swinging your feet dangling at the edge of the bed. “but if you want to go back to our old ways… my bed is small even for me.”

“no way. are you kidding?!” he jokingly protests in an angry manner. “your bed is perfect.”

jungkook is on cloud nine. it sure does feel good to hear you sound so happy calling him your boyfriend, even more so to reap its special privileges.

“i keep forgetting to ask. which side do you prefer?”

you’re sat facing the door. “i don’t know, but i’m used to sleeping here.”

“alright. i’ll stay here.” he climbs under the covers, spreading his arms once his back hits the mattress. the smirk on his face widens. “come here, baby.”

a grunt slips past his lips when you jump into his arms without warning, eventually falling over to the side when he moves to envelope you in his embrace.

“you’re so warm.” you purr in contentment as you bury your face against his chest. “i love cuddling so much.”

“i’ve noticed,” he replies. he softly squeezes your exposed thigh after you slump your leg over his hip to maximize your comfort. “your pillow must be softer than me though.”

“no, i like you more… cuddling is proven to have health benefits, you know?”

he quirks an eyebrow. “oh really? give me examples.”

“it releases happy chemicals in the brain… it apparently also helps to lower blood pressure and heart rate, and it-” you fail to stifle a sleepy yawn, hands grasping the cloth of his shirt and forming closed fists. “…improves one’s quality of sleep.”

“i can see it’s working well for you.” he chuckles.

“is it for you?”

“mhmm, yes,” he presses his lips to your forehead. “i’m happy. there’s only happy chemicals in my brain right now.”

jungkook means it wholeheartedly and it feels strange. he doesn’t feel happy in this moment alone. this happiness is colossal and there’s not nearly enough hours in a day to take it all in. this happiness will still be here when he wakes up tomorrow, and the day after that. this happiness stays with him even when you’re not physically present. you’ve turned him into an optimistic fool but it’s not always that he experiences an attraction this strong.

he’s smitten and he can’t hide it. the people who are around him everyday sees it on his face; he doesn’t even need to say it out loud. all that corny shenanigans about romance giving you a certain type of glow is apparently true, it turns out.

“kissing is said to have the same effects, actually.”

your coyness captivates him from his thoughts.

he draws back slightly, the glint of mischief in his eyes mirroring yours. “where do you learn these things?”

“through reading and experience.” you shrug innocently. “want to test that out too?”

you’re everywhere. he can taste your lips, your tongue; your body wash floods his sense of smell with a sweet and clean scent, plus something else he can’t quite name. he can only it describe as you. your hair is tangled in his fingers and your hands… so delicate and teasing with every touch, it feels like being electrified. it still feels incredibly chilly outside but heat is radiating off his skin. he needs to peel himself off you before he loses his last shred of self-control.

“baby…” he whispers, lips only a couple inches from yours. he takes your hand in a tender hold, placing it over his racing heartbeat. “i’m not sure about this one being good for my health.”

“but it is. you just burnt some calories.” you smile, wiping the sweat that has started to form on his forehead. “should we stop?”

he feels his cheeks become more flushed, but his craving for you has overtaken his shyness. he might as well be drunk; intoxicated by you.

“no.” he refuses, conflicted and almost pained. “i can’t…”

he gets rid of the distance between your lips once more, swallowing the first obscene moan he brings out of you.

—

V. THE SPRING FLOWER IN THE EYE OF THE STORM

although you know they held affection for you, the boys you’ve attracted in your life have made one thing clear: they see you as an object of desire, and you unintentionally play the part well. if you were going to make their wet dreams come true, then you ought to derive pleasure from it as well without shame.

but with jungkook, the tables have turned. you wore the same lipstick from last time to rile him up on purpose, but instead you’re the one stuck trying to recall a time you were this putty in somebody’s hands. you’re not in control— you expect this thought would make you spiral, but it doesn’t.

you stumble inside your apartment making out with your boyfriend and you have an orange azalea tucked behind your ear. his hand is in your mess of a hair and it protects your head from the impact of the wall as your back collides with it. you don’t know if it was on purpose or not but your heart flutters nonetheless. this is sickeningly romantic and you want to drown yourself in it.

“oh, feels good.” his mouth on your neck is addictive, you imagine it would be heavenly on more vulnerable parts of you. your nails harshly dig into his shoulder as he takes his time with every lick, every nip of his teeth— eager to learn more about your body and what makes it weak at the knees.

you tug at his hair with a whisper. “jungkook…”

“mhm? yes, baby?”

you thought you’ve seen and felt enough. you know about lust, but never felt a chemistry this electrifying. there’s an emotion screaming beneath the daze in jungkook’s eyes; it’s always been there, but not this loud. you think if you trust your gut and open yourself up… you might just come to gain an understanding of it.

you bite your bottom lip, behind it a shadow of a smile. “bedroom.”

his restless hands slide down to hook around your thighs, and not long after, your legs are wrapped around his waist as he navigates your apartment blinded by the mutual refusal of your lips to disconnect. you giggle every time he bumps into something and groans. with his fear of accidentally letting you fall felt through his tight grip, you’re the one who kicks the bedroom shut. the sound couldn’t have been louder than the pounding of your heart reaching your own ears.

jungkook is gentle as he lays you down on the bed, but your lack of inhibitions reign over you. you begin unbuttoning his shirt, unconsciously grinding your heat against his thigh as you do so. it catches him by surprise, but then his strong hands find purchase on your waist, and you know he wants this as much as you do.

the kiss is broken up by a moan when his grip falls to your hips, guiding your wild movements in chasing pleasure with a tenderness and sensuality that transforms you into a feverish mess. another gush of arousal ruins your underwear worse. you kiss him again and eventually you lose count of the buttons— patience runs thin and with adrenaline rushing through your veins, you tear his shirt apart.

he hisses. “baby, shit- what did y-”

“shhh,” you place an index finger over his lips.

he chuckles raspily, shaking his head in disbelief. your giggles join him, equally amused with yourself.

it’s still for a few seconds, but you can hear each other breathe in the dark. you’ve seen him naked but his silhouette alone stirs the fuel spreading throughout your body. he’s perfect. your lips reclaim the place of your finger. your hands caress every inch of his skin, every curve of his flesh they can reach. he doesn’t make an effort to hold his noises and it turns you on more, if that is even possible at this point. his muscles continue to tense under your touches, even worse when you find his nipples to tease and play with. he’s perfect.

“it’s my turn.” he tries to say in the middle of the kiss, but you don’t hear a thing until he’s pulling away breathless and you’re whining in disappointment. “let me return the flavor please? i’ve been going crazy thinking about it. fuck, please.”

you sit up on the bed, pushing his naked chest challengingly. “what? you want to eat me out?“

he swallows, wide scandalized eyes failing to escape your keen observation. “i do.”

you watch him watch you strip off your sweater, “really…?” and then unclasp your bra, allowing its straps to provocatively slide down your shoulders.

“ye-yes, really.”

“then what’s stopping you?”

he whines out your name, interrupting himself with his craving for another kiss as he slips off your bra completely. it gets lost on the floor along with your sweater and you smirk deviously against his lips. “you’re testing me like this, huh? you’re so mean.”

you lie on your bed but you feel like you’re on top of the world. jungkook scatters kisses from your neck down to your chest, occasionally licking and biting as if he can’t help but to taste you. he uncovers another ticklish spot along your ribcage, but you bite your lip to control your giggles. instead, you touch his face to subtly guide him away from it.

he nuzzles his cheek against your palm, eyelids fluttering close as he presses a soft kiss to your wrist.

“may i?”

the shape of his lips lingers there. no one has ever kissed your wrist, nor have you ever imagined the first time to take place in bed.

your thumb strokes his cheek tenderly. the silence that follows there after concerns jungkook. he calls out your name, snapping you out of deep thought.

“may i?” he repeats himself.

he is patiently suspended over the waistband of your skirt. ever the gentleman, you half-smile.

“will you fuck me good after?”

the hand on his face sneaks down to pull up the skirt over your stomach; an even tinier piece of fabric covers the most intimate part of your body.

“whatever you want, baby, i will do it.” he promises.

you can hear the smirk in his voice, but you’re unable to form another response as his tongue laves over the lace, the warmth and wetness saturating through and stimulating your clit— once, slowly, and then over and over again.

you gasp, jolting and squirming in pleasure. he only makes it worse when he hums and you feel the vibration against you. you whine and he squeezes the soft flesh of your inner thighs in an attempt soothe you, keep you still, nuzzling his cheek as he meets your heated gaze.

“relax… is my baby always this sensitive?” he places a chaste kiss over your clit, causing your breath to hitch. “‘cause i’ve barely started.”

“jungkook,” you impatiently whine. “why’d you stop? just do it, please- need you.”

you’d wipe off that stupid smirk on his face if only you weren’t so pent up and you didn’t need his tongue.

“wow… didn’t think you’re the type to beg.” he muses, more so talking to himself. “i like it.”

hell no, you’re not.

but finally, he dives in, greedily pulling aside the flimsy material for a real taste of you. instead of a sharp remark, erotic sounds between a moan and a sob emit from your lips. your toes curl at the surge of mind-numbing ecstasy overwhelming your body. your hands fisting the sheets fly to his hair, frantically tugging like you can’t take it, but you beg and beg and beg him for more.

—

the last time you had sex was more than four months ago. you realized that you liked jungkook, and you simply didn’t want to do it with anybody else. sexual frustration combined with the romantic pining for a man that could potentially ruin your life; your youth has been nothing short of eventful.

has sex always been this good? you can’t remember. you’re drunk on pleasure even in the aftermath; you’re not sure if you’re really here or floating someplace else. as you catch your breath, jungkook soothes your body with gentle kisses and strokes of your skin, whispering sweet nothings. mostly babbling about how beautiful you are. and you feel it— feel beautiful, you mean.

you gradually open your eyes, vision adjusting to the divine view infront of you. jungkook is golden, skin still glistening with sweat under the warm glow of the lampshade. your heart skips a beat when he smiles at you.

“are you good? do you need anything? water?”

“again.”

his eyes widens. “again?“

“round two.” you giggle.

you push yourself up to reach his lips, but the kiss ends too soon for your liking.

“jungkook-” you complain.

“wait!”

you stare in bewilderment as he bends down from the edge of bed, appearing to be reaching for one of the objects discarded on the floor.

“what is it?”

“i found it!”

it’s the flower.

beaming with a hue of pure excitement, he tucks the azalea behind your ear for the second time tonight. pretty, he says it so quietly that you only understand through the movement of his lips.

he looks bewitched by you. in a different setting you’d be smug about it, but at this moment, you don’t understand. you can’t read what’s on his mind. if only you could see yourself through his eyes, even for just a moment, then maybe you’d understand why he’s dancing with fire and folding with his tower of cards.

it would be too silly and embarrassing to start crying now, right?

you swallow the lump in your throat, glassy eyes overshadowed by your boyfriend leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. as if that isn’t enough to entirely melt your heart, he intertwines his fingers with yours. your walls come crumbling down. in a haste to forbid your emotions from breaking free, you reach for him and slip your tongue in his mouth for a fervent kiss.

the burning tears that drip down to your temples are lost evidence you will bring to the grave.

—

“you’re not supposed to be awake.” jungkook complains as soon as he opens the door.

you only spare him a glance before returning to your task. instead of being under the sheets, you’re sat on the floor with his button-up shirt from last night laid across your lap. only several steps closer and he realizes that you’re sewing.

he exhales through his mouth in surprise, setting aside the tray of food on the bed before joining you on the floor.

“baby, what are you doing?! it’s fine. you don’t need to fix it.”

“i know, but i want to.” you reply, smiling, eyes still swollen from sleep focused on the needle and thread. “i stepped on one of the buttons so i looked for the two other.”

he’s dumbfounded watching you sew with so much care and precision. oh my god, he is in love with you. he thinks it so loud he gets terrified that he might’ve ended up speaking it out loud too.

“at least eat first!”

“wow, where did you buy ingredients so early?”

“early?” he scratches his head. “it’s lunch time.”

“what?!” your eyes grow twice their size. “jungkook, i’m late for work! what didn’t you wake me up?!”

“you- you we- you were tired!” he stutters defending himself.

he awkwardly catches his shirt when you throw it aside in a rush to get to the bathroom.

“baby, what about your food?!” he yells.

“wait, i forgot my towel-” you pop out from the doorframe, beaming at him breathlessly. “oh, please pack the food in my lunchbox!”

—

VI. SPEAKING TRUTHFULLY, YOU’RE THE ONE FOR ME

“i missed you.”

you giggle. “you look drunk.”

you hold jungkook’s cheeks in the palm of your hands, and he revels in the comforting warmth radiating from them.

he closes his eyes with a toothy grin. “i’m exhausted.”

“then go to sleep!”

“i don’t want to!”

he opens one eye, peeking at you.

“i came here so you won’t have to tire yourself out more going to my place.” you pout. “why do you hate resting?”

“this is me resting,” he says as a matter of fact, leaning down to give your lips a peck. “you are my rest.”

while it may be true that his body is begging for sleep, his mind is willing him to stay awake for as long as he can. he likes that he has nothing to prove here; he can simply be. you’re softly tracing his skin, forming constellations from the moles on his face, and he knows they’re created out of pure wonder and love.

“this one’s so cute!” you gush. “nobody talks about it enough.”

you place an affectionate kiss on the mole at the bridge of his nose.

“maybe because nobody has noticed it but you.”

you roll your eyes. “as if i’m the only one who spends their free time looking at your face.”

“but you’re the one who can view me in the highest quality.” he brings his face a little closer to tease you; noses almost brushing. “no one else can have me this close.”

“that’s right. or else you will never have me this close again.”

you squint your eyes at him as a threat; a frown making a permanent residence on your lips. fuck, when is he not thinking about kissing you?

“aigoo, look at you sulking!” he exclaims with a laugh.

“i’m not!”

“okay, whatever you say.” he replies in a sing-song voice.

it’s silent for a few beats as he engulfs you in his embrace. he feels like he’s being recharged, and with that comes along the overdue acknowledgement of his exhaustion. he meant it when he said that you are his rest.

“you know, i can’t help but to wonder sometimes.”

there is an undertone of hesitance in the way you spoke which is not typical of you. this prompts him to draw back a little, just enough to get a good look of your face.

“wonder about?”

“i’m not trying to put myself down or anything like that, by the way. i’m not expecting you to say the right thing or whatever either. i’m just-”

you pause, teeth nervously biting your lip. his heart aches in an instant when you avoid his eyes.

“i’m just genuinely curious? and saying what’s on my mind.”

“what is it?” he juts out his bottom lip. “you’re scaring me.”

“it’s not a big deal!”

“go on then. i’m listening.”

“i mean, i know i’m a catch, and- and i have a lot to offer, and i’m special in my own way. but you have a lot of…” you blink, trying to find the right term. “options.”

the word alone causes distaste to morph in his facial expression.

“okay, okay, i know! ugh, i don’t know how else to say it. but you have these beautiful and amazing people throwing themselves at you and sometimes i’m flabbergasted that you actively reject them for me.”

“baby, what are you even saying-”

“i’m serious. there are girls i would’ve totally gone for!”

“but they’re not you!”

he tilts your chin, smiling when at last, he recaptures your wide-eyed gaze.

“it’s really as simple as that.”

“but when we weren’t official yet-”

“i liked you from the start, if i didn’t make that obvious enough.”

you scrunch your cute nose; a smile of pure giddiness starting to form on your face. “you did… i knew.”

“i can’t believe you’re thinking about things like that. i only have eyes for you, baby. do you remember the first fight we had, huh? remember how i got drunk and cried?”

he doesn’t particularly like to relive the trauma and consequences of receiving unsolicited… almost naked… photos of an acquaintance while he’s watching a silly youtube video on his phone with his significant other. anything can be fixed in a relationship if both parties exert the effort, but trust, it is almost impossible to rebuild.

she didn’t know he was, is, in a relationship. in general, no one outside his inner circle really expects him to be in a relationship, or at least be in one that is serious or long-term. because, well, where would he find the time and energy for that kind of stuff?

but keeping you as a secret was his way of protecting you, and if you were hurting because of that, you didn’t show it.

oh, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t mad.

you needed some time to clear your head, you said. ignored his texts and phone calls; shooed him away when he begged at your front door. that issue may already been resolved, but he’s still not done proving that he’s solely committed to you.

you’re one of the most important people in his life. he loves you and he tends to get worried that you will never know much.

you gasp, hitting his chest. “when did that happen?!”

“why are you shocked…?” he narrows his eyes. “you didn’t know?”

“how would i know?”

he scratches his head in confusion. he should probably stop talking at this point and not dig his own grave, but his honesty leads him on. “…didn’t taehyungie-hyung send you a video? or did i make that up in my head?”

he immediately regrets it when the sparkle of mischief appears in your eyes.

“he’s still awake, right?”

“actually, he sleeps early nowadays!”

you wiggle out of his embrace, playfully sticking out your tongue at him. “i’ll go get the copy from him right now.”

“it was so long ago. it’s probably deleted by now!”

“wouldn’t hurt to check.”

“baby, no! it’s embarrassing!” he attempts to pull you back, but his hands barely reach you. “let’s just go to sleep, hm? didn’t you come here to put me to sleep?”

“aw, my love…”

he melts when you gingerly stroke his hair too. he will never live it down if his friends witnessed you babying him and him loving it.

“just close your eyes.”

and with your hand obstructing his vision, he sees pitch black and floating spots and flecks.

“i’ll be back in a minute! mwah!”

but despite his sense of sight being taken away, he still feels you spring off the mattress. the weight of your feet against the floor resonates along with the shout of your name as he follows you out of his bedroom.

you squeal in panic when you realize that you’re being chased. “go back to bed!”

“i won’t unless you go back with me!”

this is one of the instances in which jungkook is grateful for his gifts of athletic prowess and long limbs.

with little to no effort, he overtakes you in the race towards taehyung’s bedroom. doe eyes akin to a deer caught in the headlights, he swings the door open.

taehyung’s eyes flicker up from his phone. he’s frankly not surprised about the intrusion, not after hearing the commotion outside.

“need anything?”

“all the videos you have of him drunk!”

“hyung, no! you can’t give it!”

—

VII. THE CHOICE TO STAY

“give it to me.”

the blanket that jungkook carried from the bedroom is snatched away from his hands. it becomes unfurled and thrown over to shield your shivering vessel from the cold. without a word, he crawls on the couch and under the blanket, hugging you from behind as you catch up on your ongoing tv shows.

relief… he’s been looking forward to this all day.

the tension in his muscles, from head to toe, begin to fade away, especially as you take his hand in yours so you can give it a chaste kiss. it’s quick, but long enough for him to feel the softness of your lips. his hug tightens. he remains silent as he inhales, and exhales, slow and calm. he’s not trying to fall asleep as much as trying to shut down his brain. they say the world has stopped but from his point of view, it has erupted into chaos and he has no other choice but to watch it fall apart and to attempt to rebuild it at the same time. god knows he is doing the best he can but it feels like his best will never not be lacking.

jungkook is scared, and he is more scared knowing that everyone else is too. but for the past two years, whether you’re whole or broken, whether he’s climbing or falling— it never made a difference. you’ve always stayed.

he finds comfort in knowing that he has this constant among the ominous unknown.

his little firefly; your light won’t go out even as the world lets out its final sigh.

“my love, why are you sad?”

you flipped to your other side when another commercial break rolled in; now you’re hovering over him, curious eyes studying every inch of his face.

“is my love hurt anywhere?” you coo. “where should i kiss?”

his body shakes with quiet laughter as you pepper his face with kisses, trailing down to his jaw until you reach the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“or do you want a massage? here? know you had a looong day.”

“really? how’d you know?”

“yeah, ‘cause you haven’t showered. you’re all stinky.”

“oh, am i?” he playfully pinches your waist, which you react to with a drawn out whine. “and yet you’re still cuddling with me.”

“so? do you need my massage therapy services or not?!”

“no. i only need my lover, please.” he pleads with droopy eyelids, emphasizing his request by tangling his limbs with yours.

he can’t hide from you like he hides from himself. you’re much more gentler with his heart than he is; unconciously, he trusts you more with it.

“you have me. what’s wrong?”

your hands anchored on the sofa are swept away as he pulls you closer, your weight crashing down on him entirely. he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your natural scent and the lavender in your body wash.

“eh, it’s just work… everything that could go wrong is going wrong. we’re trying to figure things out, but what can we do really…? there’s nothing. i- this-this whole thing is just so fucking frustrating, baby. i’m sorry.”

“it’s not just work! it’s your reason for living. of course this is frustrating and painful for you. it’s understandable to feel that way.”

he can practically hear you pouting. he is proven right when you lift your head, leaning in to give him a kiss. he smiles against your lips. he loves you so much.

“so please don’t burn yourself out trying to be okay. you have me by your side who can help you carry your burdens.”

it was scary at the beginning, but now it only feels right. it is impossible not to love you with all of his heart and soul; you deserve nothing less and more than what he can give. when you hug him, he hugs you back tighter.

“you’re my reason to live too.”

“i shouldn’t be. what if i die before you?”

“yah, don’t says things like that!” he scolds you faster than he can think, eyebrows knitted together and frown a tad deeper. “you won’t. it won’t happen.”

“i will die eventually.” you grimace.

“please don’t say such things as ‘i want you to move on and meet someone else and fall in love again and remarry.’ i don’t want to hear it!” he rambles so fast that he doesn’t even understand himself, stumbling and lisping. “i will seriously cry!”

“oh, i don’t care for things like that.”

you make yourself more comfortable; your boyfriend as your own personal bed. sleeping on top of him has been a natural occurence these days, not that he minds. you’re so soft and warm. it’s like hugging a stuffed toy to sleep. still, he’s mindful of you falling off the couch again.

“do whatever you like.” your eyes meet as you bestow him with a smile. “i’ll be dead; i won’t even know what happens next.”

“you don’t care? huh…” he huffs over the hypothetical.

the mere consideration of it feels like cheating. he knows that it technically isn’t, but he can’t imagine spending the rest of his life with someone who isn’t you. nevertheless, if he was being honest and it was the other way around, he’d probably do tell you to leave your heart open. but the topic is not the other way around and jungkook’s heart is stubbornly bound to you.

“why am i getting upset?”

“i don’t care because i’m confident.” you say candidly. “you can fall in love with someone else, but no one will ever love you the way that i do.”

ah, and here comes a side of you that he knows and loves. he swears that cupid is in the room and his heart was just hit by another one of his arrows. it feels so good to be loved so fearlessly.

“i know, so why even bother?” he arrives at a conclusion to his defense, but there’s a much better solution. “please never ever leave me so i won’t have to deal with this dilemma.”

he catches you roll your eyes before he comes face-to-face with the back of your head. your cheek rests on top of his chest; he feels it above his beating heart.

“what then? are we supposed to die together?”

he hums in thought. “it’s not a totally bad idea. we live together, so wouldn’t that make sense too?”

“wow, very shakespearean of you.”

“oh, that’s right! see? isn’t this your type of thing? let’s do it!”

“oh my god, you’re so stupid.” you hide your face behind your hand, giggling in disbelief of the sharp turn this conversation took.

jungkook loves making you laugh. for a little while, he forgets everything else. the world outside may be terrifying but you have your own in your shared apartment. you’re his reason to live too. you ignite the life in his veins. you kiss him with an appetite for passion and love and he enters heaven on earth.

“thank you.” you mumble against his lips.

“thank you?”

“for loving me, for living with me…” your voice wavers and his heart drops to his stomach. he can hold back his tears, but never when he sees yours flowing. “even when you’re tired and having a hard time.”

“you make it sound like a chore, but the truth is loving you gives me the strength to work hard everyday. you do know that, right? baby?” he strokes your hair tenderly, hoping that you receive his sincerity. “i should be the one thanking you… i should say it more often. you didn’t give up on loving me even when it was hurting you.”

“it’s all in the past… you were hurting too.” you reply in a faint whisper. “i love you.”

cupid must owe him a tremendous favor to have granted him the purest form of love a human being could have.

he plants a kiss on your forehead, noticing the rise of your shoulders. an endearing thing they occasionally do when you’re happy, shy, or flattered. it’s one of the many things he learned about you since you started living under the same roof.

he’s been learning about himself too. he tried saving you from himself but this fact is now well-established— you are the sun; it only hurts him to push you away because you’re in everything. it’s the little things that will haunt him if lost. when pieced together, they declare that you love him and he loves you.

the words i’m going home have gained more meaning and he’s excited to say them at the end of each day. he talks about his day and you talk about yours. you find out he’s the reason your lotion ran out too fast again and you chase him around the apartment until he promises to buy you the biggest bottle. you play rock-paper-scissors to figure out who will wash the dishes or receive the food from the delivery guy. you watch too many cooking videos on his phone until one of you falls asleep. most of the time it’s you. tonight, it’s still you.

he must confess that up to this day, he admires you when you sleep. you are safe and sound, and he is mended in places he did not know existed.

it’s time to sleep, he also decides.

he cocoons you in the blanket, then provides another layer of warmth which is his body. once settled, he closes his eyes, sighing in contentment. “what’s the use of our giant bed if we keep on sleeping on the couch?”

—

(?). AN ETERNAL RECORD: MY TREASURE, MY LOVE (ARCHIVED)

[DEC 25 ‘17 02:12AM]

“is it rolling?”

“yes, it’s rolling.”

you excitedly look at the film camera from the thick pile of snow on the ground, moving your arms up and down and your legs from side to side. an attempt to create a snow angel.

your giggles and the crackles of the snow are heard through the speaker.

the lens zoom in on your face.

childlike joy in the form of an everlasting smile and snowflakes on your hair.

“am i doing it?!”

“you are!”

“really?”

“really!”

“is it pretty?”

your face comes out of the frame. for a second only the white snow is seen, and then the dark brown of your coat as you skip towards the camera.

“let me watch!”

the camera shakes before it pans to the ground.

rustling of clothes and a shy, panicked voice.

“hold on- i-i’ll just fix the…”

“why?”

“huh, what do i do?” a forced laugh to mask nervousness. “i think it didn’t save-”

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“…let me take you out”

・❥・them + their favorite types of dates ・❥・ft. eren, armin, jean, connie (I may do a part two)

content + themes: fluff, cuteness and crack, black reader, mentions of weed, mentions of smut, kissing/makeout

📝: I’m starting a lil series I’m calling Soft Life Sundays, where I give y’all some sweet, tooth rotting fluff because I love it. These are all my personal ideas, but you may disagree and that’s okay. I don’t need to hear about it. This is all in good fun 🥰

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ღ eren loves fun, non conventional dates. He doesn’t mind the dressing up and fancy dinners from time to time but he much rather scoop you up with a bouquet of flowers, a little gift bag filled with snacks and something he picked out because he heard you talking about it on a random Tuesday one time. Your fits, I could see him in some Dunks, a hoodie and sweats (or shorts and a baseball jersey) and you in a sundress..looking all cute. He’d want to do something like a little carnival where they serve all these fair foods that are incredibly unhealthy but soooo good and he’d be eating it all and he can show off by winning you a giant stuffed animal he totally doesn’t brag about the whole night. “I’m the best, baby. I told you.” 🙄 he’d love to do go kart racing, mini golf or even an arcade or roller skating. He’s competitive so he might get a lil carried away but it’s all love! Y’all would have the best time and he’d constantly check to make sure you’re having a good time because he can’t stop smiling. Of course, spending the day with you is enough to keep him happy for weeks. Might end the night with a little smoke session + a movie (and maybe a lil sum else if you’re up for it. (mainly him eating you out until you fall asleep 😩)

ღ armin is obviously the inquisitive and intelligent type so he’d want your date to be as educational as it is fun. Of course, you love it all the same because you guys pick each other’s brains on things all the time. He’d take you to a museum, where they have all of these cool exhibits, explaining everything to you like a little personal tour guide. and a gift shop full of trinkets that he wants to buy for you. He sees you ogling the crystal and rock display while asking him all of these questions so now you’ve got two hundred dollars worth of malachite and amethyst keychains, displays and whatever else you wanted! “These are so beautiful! Thank you, Armie!” “It nearly as gorgeous as you but I’m happy you like them.” (bonus: I could see him taking you to a play/amphitheater as well) you guys would visit your favorite ramen + boba shop, just laughing and talking..enjoying each other’s company. You’d probably where coordinating outfits..something with an earthy green tone and super cute! You’d end the night back at his place where you guys would probably listen to music and just chill (maybe a little making out + spooning depending on the mood) and you’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.

ღ jean is all about the flare and spoiling his lady. He’s a gentleman, a romantic through and through. He doesn’t do anything halfway and spares no expense for his lady for a special night out. I think he’s the type of man to take the reigns and plan everything (not in a controlling way but you like when he shows that dominance) including your outfit, surprising you with a dress and heels you couldn’t stop eyeing at the mall so he had it delivered to your house, along with a box of eternal roses with a sweet little card and some adorable note that’s like “just like these flowers, may our love last forever.” And you’re about to sob! But you have to finish getting ready because he’ll be there at eight on the dot so you guys can make those reservations at that new five star French restaurant that just opened. Of course, he pulls up in some expensive two seater and the outfit to match. A really nice suit and my God, does he look good. But his eyes are all on you. “You look stunning, my love.” Opening your door and everything. He loves holding your hand while driving, stealing glances of you the whole night. When you guys get to dinner, he’s helping you order things, speaking French to the waiter (so attractive 😩) and EVERYTHING is delicious. Including the escargot, which you had reservations on. “Not bad, right?” “It’s so good!” He would also rent you guys a fancy hotel room across town, where he’d have rose petals scattered about the room, strawberries, chocolate and champagne waiting for you guys and he’d spend the night sweet talking you whilst you guys drank and ate. You’d end the night in the warm bubble bath, cuddled up and touching all over each other. (And getting a lil freaky after that liquor gets in your system) Just a nice, romantic evening.

ღ connie is gonna bring the party wherever he is! Mans just loves a good time. I feel like he too won’t be much into the whole fancy dinners and flare but he would plan something super unique and fun. You’ll be chilling and he’ll be like ‘hey, there’s a Paint and Sip not too far from here. You wanna go?!” All excited and of course, you’d be more than happy to.” He’d be the main one in there dancing and singing, just bringing allll the energy! Like it’s never a dull moment with Constance! Afterwards, he’d take you to a food truck or a really niche spot in the heart of downtown that he grew up on (I see him as Dominican/Afro Latina obvs). And he just wants to share it with you! “Here, mama. Try this..I think you’ll like it.” And don’t let them be playing some Latin music, he’d have you in the middle of the restaurant or the sidewalk, doing Bachata. He would be the best! I could also see you guys having a fun night in, consisting of you guys cooking your favorite dishes, getting a bunch of nail polishes and painting each others nails or him letting you dye his hair.

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yuesya · 11 days

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Seriously, what kind of introduction is that?!

This is Zenin Shiki, my murderous clan head.

Sumire gives Toji a look. Has he finally lost his mind?!

… Except… the thick-headed man clearly doesn’t seem to think there’s anything wrong at all with what he just said. Which only feeds into Sumire’s exasperation with him. Yes, she’d known that Toji’s family situation was rather complicated, but he’d spoken fondly of his young clan head, hadn’t he? So why would he go and say something like this?

“Your kill count is higher than mine,” Zenin Shiki’s voice is cool and measured. Factual, and with no particular inflection in her tone.

Sumire blinks. The young clan head doesn’t… seem to be offended…?

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’m older than you,” Toji responds, with a note of something akin to amusement in his tone. “Oh, I’m planning to take Sumire’s surname, too. She’s not marrying into the Zenin Clan.”

“Okay.”

Sumire’s jaw drops open. The girl just– just like that–?!

“Shiki-sama!” Unlike the white-haired girl who remains completely unmoved, the other man in the room with them sounds appalled. “Even despite his– his… brashness, Zenin Toji is a member of the main family. Something like this is ridiculous, you cannot possibly allow–”

“I can allow what I want.”

“This isn’t proper,” the man insists. “The Zenin Clan would be ruined if all its members marry out like this! And to a woman? You need to reconsider this.”

“I don’t care for keeping sorcerers who don’t want to be here,” Shiki states boredly. “And if none of the Zenin Clan’s members wish to remain with the clan, then it’s better off disbanded anyways.”

“But–!”

“If you have a problem with any of my decisions,” the girl continues, “Then issue an official challenge to replace me.”

The man’s face turns red, then white. Eventually, he lowers his head. “… Surely you jest, Shiki-sama.”

“It’s not a joke. You’re welcome to try if you think you can kill me.” Despite the chilling contents of those words, the girl sounds utterly unconcerned. But is it confidence, or apathy? “… Or if you don’t mind dying, I suppose.”

The man splutters incoherently.

Sumire, on the other hand, can only gape at the young girl. Even though Toji had mentioned a bit of what his young clan head was like to her before, she still finds herself dumbstruck by what’s playing out in front of her eyes.

“See? Told you that you didn’t need to worry about anything,” Toji nudges her gently, then turns towards the white-haired girl again. “You don’t mind that I’m discarding the Zenin name and marrying a civilian, right?”

“Your romantic pursuits are not my concern,” Shiki responds blandly as she returns to her paperwork. There is a brief moment as she writes down a few lines on the paper in front of her, and then sets the document aside. “… Congratulations, Toji.”

“Thanks,” Toji grins. “So, can I expect an expensive wedding gift?”

“Toji, what in the world do you think you’re saying–”

The girl lifts her gaze again, ignoring the other man entirely. “Am I getting a wedding invitation?”

“Well, duh?” Toji gives the girl a look that’s usually only reserved for idiots. “‘Course you are.”

“… Then yes.” Shiki reaches out for a different pen, and starts writing on another document. “I’ll bring a very expensive wedding gift.”

“Nice.”

Sumire looks between her smug-looking cousin, his calm-faced clan head… and the sole person who appears to have many protests, who wears an expression that makes it seem as if he wants to turn around and bash his head against the wall.

… Despite the fact that the other man is clearly against Toji marrying her like this, somehow Sumire can’t help but feel pity for him in this moment.

#writing #zenith of stars au #zenin clan au #continuation of the first scene #:3 #zenin toji and zenin shiki are both powerful #and both headaches #powerful headaches for the zenin clan lol

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kitthepurplepotato · 5 months

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Chapter 8 - Fooling Around with Pro Hero Deku?!

(18+ but half of it can be read by everyone!)

Summary: Sharing a hot tub with the person you love the most can go two ways; it can get really emotional or really hot. This one was both.

Important note: This chapter has 18+ parts but there is a note written in red when the cheekyness starts and then there is a green note where it ends. The chapter has some important information and plot so please read the “safe” bits even if you skip the “action”. Thank you!

Warnings: Sexual content, swear words

First Chapter Master List

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“Are you ready to have a splash with me?” Izuku mutters cheekily as he leads you towards his car. Your whole face becomes a big flashing red sign.

“Your mom is still watching.” You giggle to yourself, as you wave to Izuku’s family for the last time before you sit into Izuku’s badass sports car to be taken home.

“Mom would be thrilled about my evening plans, she’s been bugging me to do something fun for ages.” Deku answers like he’s talking about the weather and not about you two getting naked in a hot tub like two random characters in a bad Hollywood movie.

“You are surprisingly chill about this.” You mumble with your face still red. Izuku only giggles at that.

“Well, we have a common changing room in the agency and it was the same in UA, so I’m not… well, a lot of people had seen me naked. I’m also in a lot of underwear ads. I have no reason to be ashamed of my body as you’ve seen the most of it already. I’m just excited to share this intimate moment with you, get to know you a bit more… yeah. I’m just happy to spend some time with you. I know I’m not the most perfect person body-wise, I have a lot of scars and a lot of freckles and most of them were photoshopped out of the pictures, but I know you won’t judge me. I trust you.” Izuku smiles as he turns right with perfect precision. “Okay, that’s a lie, I am a little bit ashamed and a tiny bit worried, I mean, I have a lot of freckles on my bum and…”

“Oh my god, Izu! Shut the fuck up!” You yell, mortified, but also, somehow amused. Honestly, Izuku having a freckled bum was one of your head canons so you are more than happy to hear it’s actually true; back when you accidentally took a peak at him from your window you didn’t have time to actually access his bits and bobs properly, plus it would’ve been inappropriate to do so back then so you missed this tiny detail.

“Your freckled bum sounds adorable.” You mutter under your nose with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah?” He mutters back, face red as a lobster. “Okay, now I’m a little bit nervous.”

You can’t help but giggle at that.

“You are so cute.”

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“So how do you want to do this?” You mumble under your nose with a tiny blush on your face. Izuku’s smile is so full of fondness it makes your heart flutter in your chest; he looks so fucking innocent right now, wrapped in a massive All Might towel like a big burrito while you are still in your clothes, way too ashamed to take them off yet.

“Well… maybe you should get in first. I won’t peek!” He sits up straight, like a good schoolboy. “Then you close your eyes and I come in too. Then we can decide on the rest later. The hot tub makes a lot of bubbles so we won’t see anything unless we want to. Which is fine by me by the way. If you… want to look.” You are not the only one shying away from this now but Izuku tries his best to keep himself determined. You both want to get closer to each other, that’s true, but even as an adult, getting naked in front of someone for the first time is always a bit… well… awkward.

And okay, fuck’s sake, Midoriya Izuku looks like a fucking Greek god, while you are literally a nicely shaped potato. It’s not just about being awkward, it’s about the massive difference between you two. You don’t have a six pack. You don’t have nicely sculpted body, you are just… normal. Not bad, not ugly, but nothing compared to Izuku’s perfect body.

Fuck, you are stressing over nothing. He doesn’t care about that. He never did. You are being stupid…

“Sweets, we don’t need to do this if you are not ready.” Izuku grabs your hand, his finger drawing circles on your skin, his eyes full of worry.

“It’s not that, Izu. I just want… I want you to like me. But you work with all those heroes and they all look so…”

“Stop that. Right now.” Izuku reprimands, his eyes dark and protective. “You don’t know how much I…” He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and the darkness from his eyes. “I thought about you… so much. Every time I touch you, I try to imagine how you look like under all the layers and I think I have a slight idea already… this sounds so creepy but isn’t it normal? Thinking about this stuff when you love someone? Wanting to see them without all the covers, see them raw so you can love every single flaw, every single detail just as much as you love their soul?” Izuku’s hand makes it’s way to your waist, then under your shirt, caressing your side, moving his thumb over your soft skin, mapping out the area with nothing but wonder in his sparkly eyes. “I’m obsessed with you, Sweet Pea. I’ve always been. From the first time I saw you. I’m even obsessed with the way you sleep, with the way you draw, I love your shapes I love your colors… I love you.”

“Izu…” Your whole face is red. His words, his touches… they are scorching hot, they make you burn with desire, the flames licking at your skin as his fingers wander around your sides. You put your hand on his under your shirt and his movement stutters; he looks at you with nothing but worry, like he did something wrong but it’s actually quite the opposite; you move his hand to the middle of your chest to make him feel your heart thudding like a maniac, just after those few words. “This is what you do to me. Can you feel it?”

Izuku only nods, his fingers splayed out completely, assessing, studying the undiscovered area. His touch feels amazing, like tiny sparks of lighting going through your veins with every minuscule motion. The tips of his fingers aren’t soft, they are full of callouses, rough and broken, but they are Izuku’s so it still feels pleasant.

“Can I… ask you for a favor, Sweet Pea?” Izuku mutters, eyes full with want.

“Anything, love.” You whisper, completely entranced.

“Today… I only want to see you. And touch you. Get to know you. Nothing else.” He admits. “If I go too far, can you stop me? Even if… even if it’s good, even if it’s okay with you… I always wanted to do this. To just… be vulnerable with someone, be naked and enjoy each others company without uhm… ending up in the bed. I know it sounds weird, but…”

“No, I understand. I will stop you. But only because you asked me to.” You admit, not able to keep eye contact with him. Damn, it’s not going to be easy to say no when he looks at you with eyes this hungry but if this is what he wants…

“Can you start now? Because I’m really struggling.” Izuku giggles while he nuzzles your tummy. You both start laughing like two idiots while your hand finds its way into Izuku’s curls to play around. It’s not that his words doesn’t uhm… make you feel things but he said that with such an adorable tone you just can’t stop smiling.

“You close your eyes, calm down, then see you in the hot tub, yeah?”

“How am I supposed to calm down when I know what you’re about to do?!” Izuku legitimately whines into your face, his voice needy and so so honest it makes your heart hurt. He’s finally himself right now, just him being a silly and a uhm… horny nerd, not the hero, not the famous guy from the headboards, just Izuku, the young geek from the neighborhood. You absolutely love when Izuku goes all unhinged because it’s so fucking rare to see him like that.

Maybe, after this, he will be able to be like this more and more until all his insecurities fade away completely - That’s what you think about as you shed your clothes right by the hot tub, leaving the clothing nicely folded on the bench next to it.

Okay. You can do this. You have your towel in an arms length, in case you feel like it’s too much. By the look of it, Izuku won’t be able to see too much while the hot tub is on, the bubbles are way too frequent for him to take a good look.

You just need to sit in and wait for your godly boyfriend to join you and make sure he doesn’t… uhm… do anything he doesn’t really want to as per his instructions. Easy.

“I’m coming in!” Izuku announces himself, still in his All Might towel. He makes his way over with big, confident steps but stutters as he takes in the sight in front of him; your naked body hidden by nothing but the bubbles, your arms around your naked chest for extra safety, cheeks ruddy from embarrassment. Izuku swallows hard, his whole face red as he comes closer and sits down on the side of the hot tub, still in his towel. “Hi, Sweets.” Izuku drops his eyes to the floor with a shy smile on his face. He pops his legs into the water, splashing around like a child.

“Hi.” You mutter with a tiny smile. “Want to join me?” You reach out for him, but Izuku starts muttering random, incoherent stuff, clearly about to combust and you can’t help but laugh at that, all your embarrassment gone just from the sight of him.

“Uhm, yeah, I will, I swear I will it’s just uhm… you are… naked… and pretty and uhm… I don’t think I thought this through, oh my god…”

“Izu, just come in. It’s too late to run away now.” You giggle, forcing him to take your hand.

“Stop pulling me!” Izuku yells, his eyes terrified. Did you just attempt to pull the guy into the water? Yes, you just did. “Let me put my towel down, oh my god, Y/N!” Izuku stumbles and falls into the tub, water splashing all over, the sound of it louder than the happy giggles coming from you. “How will I get out now?! I have no towel, Sweets!!!” Izuku yelps, his voice high pitched, his face facing the other way out of embarrassment.

“We can share mine…” You purr into his ear while you snake your arms around his waist to pull him closer. Your breasts bounce back a bit as you push yourself into his back and you swear you can see smoke coming out of Izuku’s ears.

“Sweets, your… your bosom… is touching my back.” Izuku mutters as the blood explodes out of his nose, like in those stupid animes.

“I thought you want to get to know me better…” you mutter back, a little bit embarrassed now that the adrenaline is wearing off. “Sorry, I’ll stop bullying you.” You finally give the poor guy some peace. Izuku takes a deep breath and before you have time to get a good look at his beautiful back muscles, this absolute maniac tears the towel off himself under the water, and throws it to the other side of the garden, almost down into the street.

“Well, I wanted to show you my tattoo properly without flashing anything you don’t want to see yet, but now you missed your chance to see it.” Izuku grumbles with a red face, fake-offended.

“I don’t mind seeing your peachy ass, Izu.” You tease him but apparently, it doesn’t work anymore; Izuku only rolls his eyes with a fond smile on his face.

“Are you sure you can handle the sight? Even Kacchan admitted that my ass is juicy. I’m quite sure Calvin Klein likes my ass more than they like my personality.” The green head sighs. He’s in a sassy mood. You absolutely adore Izuku in a sassy mood. “They have all those fancy suits and shirts and cool trousers yet all I get is underwear. I’m offended.”

“Are you trying to show off, love?” You snicker, slowly sneaking closer your boyfriend, hoping for a cheeky cuddle. He doesn’t lean towards you yet, probably still a bit shy, but that’s fine.

“Maybe? I mean my butt is probably the only part of me that’s not full of scars…” Izuku looks away with eyes full of sadness. You hate when he does that, but you’ll make sure to change his way of seeing himself as soon as you can.

“I love your scars though.” You caress the massive scar around Izuku’s elbow; it’s the biggest one of them all, sprawled through half of his arm. It’s the one he got when he was only 14 years old. “One day, I want you to tell me the story behind all of them while I kiss them all. That’s one of my dreams, really. To do that. I want to kiss your insecurities away because you are the most beautiful human being in the whole wide word, Midoriya Izuku.” You stretch yourself to give your favorite person a kiss, absolutely unaware that your boobs are out of the water now.

(Warning: mention of nipples, boob touching)

Izuku yelps into your kiss and covers them with his hand right away; again, silly mistake, because just as his rough palm touches your sensitive nipple you can’t help but make a surprised noise, something between a moan and a yelp. Izuku moves his hand away with a high pitched “sorry” but you are not having any of that; you take his hand into yours and put them back where they were. “You can touch. If you want. You wanted to get to know my body, so… just… do it.” You stutter, half terrified and half… well… excited.

I mean, fucking Midoriya Izuku, your favorite hero is fondling your fucking boobies in a hot tub, of course you are excited, who wouldn’t be?

“Oh…Kay… thank you, Sweet Pea. I’ll be careful.” The tension in the air is… well… there is uhm… tension. Okay, where did your brain go?! Hello?! Words?! What’s going on?! Who is this?! Where are you?! Why is it so hot in here?!

(You okay to read along for a bit.)

“You okay, love?” Suddenly, Izuku’s hand leaves your chest and caresses your cheek; he pushes some stray hairs out of your face with a gentle smile on his face.

“I think I got overexcited and left this universe for a second, sorry.” You admit sheepishly. “You know, I’m kinda sharing a hot tub with pro hero Deku and we are both naked… my fangirl self is yelling in my head.”

Izuku next laugh is so free and careless it makes your heart melt completely.

“What does your fangirl-self want to do about it?” Izuku teases you back. You can’t help but yelp at how stupid your last sentence was.

“Nothing! Really! Nothing! I’m okay like this! Chilling in the hot tub!” You whine, red faced.

“You want to touch me? Want to feel me up, Baby?” Izuku’s face is right by your ears, his voice deep and husky, his shenanigans followed by a cheeky, innocent giggle.

“Stop teasing me, Mr. Perfect Muscles!” You full on yell into Izuku’s face now, absolutely mortified. He can’t just grumble into your ears like that, even as a joke! Oh my god, that went straight to places where nothing was supposed to go today. That’s just not fair.

“Sorry, I’ll stop. I swear.” Izuku giggles. “Except if you don’t want me too, my favorite little fangirl.” He grumbles again, making a flirty face which looks absolutely like Hawks’s.

“That’s how you wanna play this game, hot stuff? Take this, you flirty little chicken.” Your arms reach towards Izuku’s armpits. He doesn’t have time to defend himself before you start to tickle him menacingly, right where it tickles the most.

“Chicken?! Sweets, stop… haha… oh my god, stop… haha… please I beg you I’m sorry!” Izuku laughs, his eyes pleading but you are on a mission here; you need to show Izuku who wears the pants here! “Okay, if… haha… you don’t stop, I’ll stop… haha… you myself.” Izuku grabs your waist and sends you flying in the air; now needless to say the nerd didn’t think this action through at all because first of all, THIS IS TOO FUCKING HIGH, and second of all… well. You are still naked.

It takes Izuku a few seconds to realize his mistake and he catches you as quickly as he can, even with his eyes closed out of respect; he puts you in his lap, and mumbles sorry then takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

“Stupid nerd…” you grumble, your red face hidden in the crook of his neck. You try to make yourself comfortable, but Izuku puts his hands on your shoulders, his face just as red as yours.

“Sweets, don’t move… I made a mistake.” He mutters; he makes such a constipated face you can barely stop yourself from laughing.

“What…” Something twitches right under your… uhm… well… that. “Oh.”

Warning: 18+ for a bit, scroll down to the green writing to continue, there are important bits there!

“Sorry…”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll…” You try to carefully move away but the friction is just enough for the both of you to feel the pleasure of it. You’ll never forget Izuku’s face when your folds touched his half-hard member; his eyes are dark and clouded, almost watery and he’s biting his lips to not make a sound, to not show how much he liked it, but it’s all in vein; his face says it all as he can’t stop looking into your eyes, he can’t stop drinking the sight in front of him, he grabs your waist to stop you from moving away too far, desperate to feel you, desperate to be touched… “Izu…” You whisper as your body slowly goes back to its original place, right on top of Izuku’s laying member. “You don’t want this, remember?” You mutter into his mouth as you leave open mouthed kisses on his lips. His grips gets stronger, his restraint so close to snapping, but Izuku fights against the urges, even as another wave of pleasure goes through his spine when you straddle the hero’s hips and sit back down.

“I love you. I respect you. You are my everything, Sweet Pea. I would die for you.” You are not sure if Izuku is even conscious by the way he mutters nonsense into your ear; his hips snap forward, the length of his member shimming between your folds without any kind of penetration but the feelings of something so soft yet hard rubbing against your core makes you moan out loud; you look up at your boyfriend, into his eyes full of tears and terror and you stop your movements completely; something is wrong, something is not right, something is…

“Izuku, it’s fine. We don’t need to do anything. But we can also just… uhm… do this? It feels nice, isn’t it? It’s okay to want to feel nice, Izuku. It’s not a sin to have desires. I love you. And I want to see your face all scrunched up from how good it feels. I want to make you happy.” You try to smile at him, your hand caressing his cheeks to soothe him.

“This is so dirty, Sweets. You deserve better than this. I want to cherish you. I want to earn this. I want…” You can’t help but sigh at that. It’s a sweet thought but it’s also so silly; you don’t feel like you are being used for pleasure right now, it’s actually quite the opposite; this position is so intimate, so special, it’s just you and him surrounded by nothing but warmth, holding into each other, loving each other, helping each other to wind down after a stressful week…

“Izuku, what part of this is dirty to you? We love each other, don’t we? Is it a sin to feel each other? To enjoy this closeness? Do I look offended? Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.” You try your best to ignore his twitching member laying under you for a second to prove your point.

“Well, your pupils are really wide. Your eyes shine really beautifully. Your cheeks are flushed. Your lips look really tasty… I mean healthy. You look really beautiful. I love you.” He stares into your eyes like you are the one who hung the starts in the sky. You absolutely love the way he looks at you right now, it actually makes you believe this is real, not just a fleeting dream you are having every night to get away from the reality. You might be a creative person but you would never be able to come up with such a beautiful piece of art as Izuku’s face is right now.

“That’s… not what I asked.” You giggle into his neck shyly. “Can you tell me why you think this is wrong? I want to understand you.” You stop your shenanigans, trying your best to not touch in those places, but even without realizing it, Izuku pushes you right back. You decide not to comment on it and to school your face when the pleasure hits you.

“It’s… it’s dirty. You are so pure, so perfect, I… I don’t want to ruin this with my filthy desires. You are so much more than that to me. I don’t want to use you…” Izuku mutters while his hands caress your sides soothingly, the touch full of love and care.

Green zone, also, this bit is important.

“Izu, do you want to tell me what happened to you… before me?” You move your hand to the man’s cheeks, slowly caressing his ruddy cheek to calm him down a bit. Izuku visibly tenses at the mention, but sighs into the space between you, his muscles relaxing once more. Izuku has a lot of freckles on his shoulders, probably from the sunny weather and it makes his bulky figure loose it’s menacing edge; he’s just a boy, a young guy, lost in his own head, lost in his memories, a young guy full of insecurities etched into his heart by someone in the past who certainly does not matter anymore.

“There was one person. A person I thought I loved but… I don’t think I did. She certainly didn’t love me but it took me months to realize that. Everyone knew, everyone tried to tell me but I didn’t listen. I was too happy to feel needed, to not be a “Deku” for once.” Izuku tenses again so you decide to hug him tight, or as tight as you can hug a person sitting in a hot tub. You touch in a lot of places, but it doesn’t make you feel desire anymore; Izuku’s mental health is so much more important than a few minutes of pleasure. “I’ve always been a bit behind when it came to anything sexual, I was too focused on my hero work, on my notes, on my research to even think about uhm… trying stuff, even alone. This person… didn’t care about me feeling this way and I was too scared to say no but even though it felt nice I felt… dirty. I felt used. I felt like that but I still did it, every time she asked me to but with every single time I hated myself more and more for being so weird about this and she started to make me feel small and useless after a while and it wasn’t just about sex, it was about everything; my clothes, my scars, my body; my legs being too muscly, my freckles, my hair, I was too soft, too boyish…” Needless to say you are halfway between yelling and crying your heart out as you listen to his story. “It took me several months and Katsuki’s constant begging for me to finally realize she doesn’t love me, she just loves the money and my name. I was nothing but a stepping stone for her. We had an ugly break up. She said a lot of things I will never forget. It took me a long time to even be able to look into the mirror without frowning. I thought I’ll die alone. Then you came into my life.” Izuku pushes you a bit further so he can look into your teary eyes with nothing but love. “You turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I still have insecurities, clearly but… they are fading away. You are healing me. Thank you.” Izuku leaves a tiny kiss on your lips and pulls you closer once again, his body flush against yours.

“So what we just… did… well, almost… reminded you of this? I’m sorry for being so pushy… I didn’t mean any harm, Izu…” You finally let go of your tears, let yourself be the vulnerable one.

“No… I mean yes but it’s not your fault. I thought I am being the one using you this time, not the other way around. I see how stupid I was now that my head is clear. I’m sorry for ruining our hot tub date.” Izuku mutters into your hair while his arms tighten around your middle.

“You didn’t ruin anything, love.” You smile. “We got to know each other, didn’t we? We even played around a little bit and it was really nice. You told me something important. I learnt something new. It was a good date, Izu.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Izuku plays with your hair with a lovesick gaze in his eyes, his hips moving just a tiny bit under you.

“Oh, you do. You are perfect. Just what I always wanted.” You mumble into his hair, enjoying the way his curls tickle your cheek.

“I mean, I am the hero you are obsessed with…” Izuku teases, finally back to his old self.

“Hey! That’s not what I meant at all and you know that!” You giggle into his hair then move to his ear to give it a little, reprimanding bite.

“Sweets, uhm…” Izu pushes you away again to look at you. “How… much did I ruin the mood? Would you be uhm… interested in continuing?”

The look Izuku gives you while he says that goes right to your… well.

“Are you sure? We don’t need to. I can wait.” You try to reassure him but Izuku only shakes his head at that.

“Haha, I think… I think I want to fool around with the person I love the most. It’s my off-day. I can do whatever I want.” He says giddily, moving you down again. This time, you don’t try to fake nonchalance.

Warning: 18+ until the end, sexual content, (NO penetration), I don’t know how to tag this?!

“Uhm.” Izuku swallows around nothing, his face scrunched from pleasure already. You move your hips tentatively, shimmy yourself to the side of his length and for the first time since you two have been together, Izuku makes the sweetest voice, high pitched and so-so hot it makes you feel things down there, way past the pleasure of the friction. You try it again, and again, the movement more and more deliberate; your folds hug the length of him as you move from the tip to the end, without penetration, just you massaging his member by moving back and forth on the skin, giving yourself pleasure just as much as you give pleasure to him. “Sweets… that feels really good…” Izuku moves his hips up to help with the friction and you can’t help but choke on your next words, not even sure what they were supposed to be in the first place. “Is it nice for you too, love?

Ahh, Izuku is a guy who needs reassurance and talks a lot. You are not surprised by this revelation.

“Really nice, I love how close I am to you. Can we sleep naked tonight?”

Izuku only giggles at that which becomes a moan as he snaps his hips up again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea but I can sleep in my underwear again?” You make another move, and another and another, getting closer and closer to your climax with every slide. “Can you sleep without a shirt? I loved the feeling of your… uhm… bouncy bits.” Izuku gets redder and redder as the time goes by, his movements under you careful, soft and so-so loving it hurts your heart. Your hands are in Izuku’s hair now, the curls bouncy under your palm. It might be only your imagination but you swear there are tiny, green sparkles around Midoriya, they look like the sparks of One For All acting out from all the pleasure Izuku’s getting from your shenanigans. You decide to move a bit quicker, with less hesitance, chasing your own sparks that erupt inside you with every move and every touch.

“You can touch them if you want.” You mumble, absolutely out of it and Izuku indeed goes for it; he moves his head towards your chest, leaves tiny kisses around your breast, then pops your bud into his mouth, only for a second and you see stars right away; your grip on his hair tightens and Izuku moans into your breast, needy and impatient as he snaps himself up again, chasing his climax while his mouth wanders from your chest to your neck then up to your lips. The kiss you get next is nothing like the ones you’ve got before; this one is scorching hot, dripping from desire, needy but somehow so full of emotions and unsaid words - Izuku talks to you even when he’s not, every movement full of words he’s too shy to say.

“We should stop, I’m gonna…” Izuku pants into your ear and licks into it, the smallest of moans coming out of his mouth as his movements become more sporadic. It’s absolutely ridiculous how you didn’t even really do anything yet it feels like the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.

“Too late.” You whine, your words followed by a deep kiss and that’s when it hits you; something snaps inside you, makes you feel cold and hot at the same time, your moan muffled by Izuku’s mouth; it takes Izuku a few seconds to understand what just happened and it doesn’t take him long to follow; one look at your blissed out face was all he needed to come, his grip tight on your sides as he comes down from his high together with you.

“This is the cheekiest thing I’ve ever done, Sweets.” Izuku pants with a massive, shit-eating grin on his face. You’ll never forget his blissed out face. Never. Fucking hell, you would absolutely be thrilled to have a second round like… right now. The pink cheeks, the half-lidded eyes, the sparks dancing around his whole body, even under water…

“Do you want to hear something even cheekier?” You whisper into his ear, barely able to conceal your giggles.

“Tell me.”

“We need to clean the whole hot tub. Today.” You finally let your laugh out and Izuku snorts.

“Worth it.”

“Absolutely.”

Spoiler: Both of you almost change your mind about that after cleaning the fucking hot tub for two whole hours.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Honestly? I have no idea how this happened but it felt so right for these two that I decided to keep it even if it feels a bit cringe. Izuku definitely have some issues to sort out, but we love him.

- Also, I didn’t forget about the secret room! I have it planned in already but the reveal is going to happen in the last plot!

- I hope you enjoyed this part, please send me your thoughts! 🥦

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[Sunkiller Lullaby Part Three]

Pairing: Darth Vader X Reader

Plot Summary: Finally, it’s time to enact your duties as Darth Vader’s personal attendant. What will happen as you accompany him in his everyday life?

Warnings: Canon-level violence. Murder. Mentions of death. Mentions of alcohol. Alcohol consumption. Canon-divergent. Unburnt!Vader. Vader is his own warning. Descriptions of violence. Descriptions of injury. Descriptions of a wound. Reader is a former slave. AFAB reader, feminine pronouns and descriptions used. Corruption. 18+ content to come in later chapters.

Words: 6k

A/N: First off, I want to say a HUGE thank you for all the love this fic has gotten. I had put off actually writing this for months, for fear that it wouldn’t make sense to others, or fear that no one would care to read it if I did. Just goes to show you, you’ll never know if you don’t try! Here is part three of this series, how many parts it will be in total; as of right now I’m unsure. But! I’m committed to writing this story out in its entirety, and I only hope you enjoy it!!

Part One // Part Two

Part III:

And then you wake up.

Groggy, bleary-eyed and half awake, you groan in frustration. Of course you had to wake up, just when everything was beginning to get good.

You can still feel the fluttering of the butterflies in your stomach and the ache of yearning in your chest as you stretch and slide out of bed.

Sighing longingly, you decide to take a nice, hot shower before starting your day.

You line the bottom of the shower with aromatic salts, deeply breathing in the steam in an effort to recenter yourself. The gentle caresses of the hot water wash away the leftover tension in your body, and you savour the feeling of it trickling over your skin in little rivers.

Eventually to your dismay, the water begins to go cold. You begrudgingly start to towel off, examining your form in the mirror as you do so. Stepping closer as you dry your face and hair, you stop in your tracks when you notice that something is off.

You lean closer into the mirror, peering at the point of interest. Your bottom lip is pinker than usual, almost like it’s slightly swollen.

Your heart begins to beat faster, and as you pull down your bottom lip with quivering hands to examine the inner side, you swear it stops.

A fine chill runs down your spine, your hairs stand on end when you see it.

A small red mark on the inside of your lip. A bite mark.

Your eyes go wide, and your hand drops from your lips thoughtlessly. You stare at your own reflection in terrified shock.

How could that be possible?

If it was all just a dream, then how could the effects carry over into the waking world?

This question shakes you, leaving you locked within the confines of your own body, wrought with confusion.

For a long moment, you simply stand there shaking, icy spears of dread piercing your chest.

The only thing that finally snaps you out of your trance is the sound of familiar knocking at your chamber door. Realising you are still quite naked, you rush out into the main chamber of your suite.

“One moment please!” you call out as you hurriedly begin throwing on the garments you had laid out the night prior.

You almost regret your choice of clothes; the undress you chose is an obsidian black, low-cut, with long sleeves that drape over your arms and leave your shoulders exposed. The waist of the dress cinches in with ties in the back, and there are thigh high slits on either side of the skirt. You add an upper body harness for an additional touch of much needed stability, and you pray to the maker that the outfit is acceptable. You are rather nervous to wear a more revealing ensemble in front of your master, as if you had been a braver person when you picked it.

That is, until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the rounded mirror of your vanity. The dress exposes you in all the right ways, while still maintaining an elegant sensibility. The fabric falls beautifully over your curves, and the harness hugs them in all the right places; sure to impress any who had the privilege of looking upon you.

Finally, after brushing out your hair and deciding to leave it down, you call out for your droid friend to enter.

“Come in!” you call.

The droid enters promptly, carrying a silver platter loaded with your breakfast, and it pauses for a second when it sees you.

“Looking lovely today, Madam!” it compliments you, bringing a smile to your lips.

“Are you ready for your morning meal?” it offers politely.

Taking your place at the table, you nod.

“Yes, please.”

Admittedly, you aren’t very hungry this morning, your appetite soured by your recent discovery in the mirror. Picking at the morning’s selection of baked fruit pastries, sweet jams, and whipped creams, the droid takes notice.

“Is everything to your liking, Madam?” it asks, cocking its head in curiosity. “I can bring you something more suited to your tastes if you find it lacking.”

Blushing lightly, you shake your head, feeling a tinge of guilt for seeming ungrateful.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Everything is perfectly delicious.” you reassure the kind droid. Everything is delicious, your mind is just stuck elsewhere.

“I just…” you pause, worrying your lip between your teeth as you try to find the right words, the droid looking at you with curiosity.

“I had the strangest dream last night.” You admit in a hushed tone.

The droid nods in understanding.

“I am very sorry Milady.” it apologizes. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? I understand that dreams can be troubling for a great many humans.” It offers generously.

You simply smile at the faithful droid, appreciating its support as you shake your head.

“No, But I am thankful for your offer.” you reply, the droid nodding in acknowledgement before it begins to tidy up.

The droid leaves with the clutter momentarily, before returning to report the day’s agenda.

“Lord Vader would like you to meet with him.” the droid announces. “He has several negotiations with the Empire’s trade and resource unions scheduled today.”

Nodding, you figure that discussing meetings with Lord Vader is much more palatable than nearly having a rock dropped on your head.

“I’ll meet with him now.” you affirm. “In his quarters I presume?”

The droid nods, holding its hands together politely.

“Yes, Milady. Shall we?” it asks, gesturing towards the open door. You nod in response, rising from your seat and allowing it to lead you to your master, as it always does.

As you arrive, you can sense Vader’s dark and snaking presence imminent in the room beyond, tickling at the edges of your perception. You take a deep breath to gather yourself, before bidding your droid friend a goodbye and entering the room.

Standing ominously in the center of the room, Vader observes you silently for a long moment as you approach. His gaze has a weight to it, and you can feel it roving over your body; sliding heavily over the curve of your chest, the cinch of the harness at your waist, the draping of the skirt over your hips. You can feel warmth spreading over your chest, your shoulders, your cheeks, but you stand straight despite the fear of offending Lord Vader with your choice of garments.

“Good morning, my lord.” you greet him, bowing gracefully.

“Morning, young one. The dress suits you.” is all he says in response, and you take it as a success, a smirk creeping across your lips.

“Thank you, my lord. I had hoped that you might like it.” you say with a careful smile, feeling a measure of relief at his approval.

Vader gives you a nod in response, and you stride over to meet him where he stands.

You look up at the blank visage of his face, expectantly awaiting his command. Unwaveringly meeting your gaze, he begins.

“I have several meetings for negotiations scheduled today.” he informs you, as the droid had. “You are going to accompany me.” he states.

Your eyebrows raise for a split second with pleasant surprise, accompanying your masters during meetings was nothing new; it would be easy.

“As you wish, my lord.” you affirm in a steady tone and with a gracious smile.

You have attended meetings with several of your masters in the past, and you know that the most you’ll be doing is listening to something mildly disinteresting for a few hours. Considering everything you’ve been through, this should be a breeze in comparison.

All you have to do is sit around and look pretty.

And that is something that comes quite naturally for you.

Vader nods down at you before speaking again.

“You will accompany me as an ambassador.” he explains, his mechanical voice bouncing off the walls at you. “It is my belief that your image will be of aid in gaining favour for the Empire.” He says, still staring down at you.

His praise, his belief in you is a feeling completely new to you.

For so long, you had been burdened by masters that saw you as sub-human, less than a person. You had attended meetings as an object, a trophy, never an ambassador.

The realisation begins to dawn on you that your treatment under the Empire will go well beyond your expectations, and you are grateful in a sickly sort of way.

How ironic it is, that a Sith Lord is the most gracious and generous master you’ve ever had.

Smiling up at Lord Vader, you bow once more.

“Thank you, my Master.”

He tips his head at you in acknowledgement of your thanks.

“Your duties will simply be to accompany me, nothing more. I will handle the negotiations.” He says, his gaze never leaving you.

So it was exactly as you thought. Your only job was to sit around and look pretty. A welcome relief.

“An easy task, my lord.” you chime. “I will not fail you.” you promise him in full confidence.

“I should hope not.” he booms simply, before pacing over to the window with you following close behind.

It is then that you realise the ship has begun to descend upon the flight-deck of a snow covered planet. The sun reflecting off of the thick blanket of snow below is bright and blinding, hurting your eyes and forcing you to shield them as you look. There are skinny, evergreen trees that stretch out for miles around the sprawling fortress, and you suddenly realise that you are severely underdressed for the frigid weather.

Snow falls in fat flakes over the landscape littered with greenery, and you can only hope that you’ll be spending most of your time inside.

Wordlessly, Vader walks over to the long white couch you had dozed upon the night before, slipping his fingers into a notch on the underside and pulling out a long drawer.

Ah, that’s why his couches are so much firmer. They double as storage.

You watch curiously as he pulls out a heavy, fur-lined cloak and shakes the dust off of it before silently striding back over to you, coming to stand directly behind you with it in his hands.

Feeling his dark, menacing presence right behind your back, you bristle with the anticipation of his movements. Even though you know now that he would not truly harm you, it’s still hard to shake that expectant, anxious feeling that swirls in your gut.

Like a deer in the headlights, you stand still as he drapes the weighty cloak over your shoulders, his large gloved hands reaching around your neck to fasten the chain. You have to use great self restraint to not flinch when his fingertips brush against the exposed skin of your collarbone, even though the touch is feather-light, barely a whisper against the skin.

The darkly coloured furs that line the cloak are thick and soft to the touch, warming you up nearly instantly. It’s much too long for you, dragging the ground behind you like an elegant train.

Of course it’s too long, it’s Lord Vader’s very own cloak.

“It seems you’ll be needing this.” he says, his deep, distorted voice quieter than usual.

You blush, your eyes tracking him as he paces back in front of you.

“One more thing.” Lord Vader adds, and you notice a plain, black box in his hands that you hadn’t seen him pull out.

Brows furrowed in confusion and your heartbeat quickening, you watch as he opens the box and presents its contents to you.

It is a dainty silver circlet crown, adorned with blood red drops of crystal. They sparkle invitingly in the light, and you look up at Lord Vader’s severe countenance in disbelief.

It is the most beautiful, the most extravagant item you have ever been presented with.

Vader’s commanding, droning voice snaps you out of your daze.

“A symbol of your status.” he explains, removing the glittering circlet from its box.

“I will not have anyone mistaking you for a slave.” he says, gingerly placing the crown on your head.

A symbol of your status.

Status.

Something you have been without for countless years. Something you have so badly wanted, something your heart had ached for, devoured itself for. To be recognized, to be seen as more than a mere object or tool for your master’s whims.

So many emotions wash over you in waves, it's hard to keep track of them. Relief. Gratitude. Grief. Pain. It’s almost too much, your chin wobbling as you try desperately to maintain your dignified composure.

Placing a hand to your heart, you bow to Lord Vader.

“Thank you, my Master. Truly.” you whisper gratefully, meeting his unreadable gaze.

He simply nods in response, taking a long moment just to look at you. You stare back at him with softened eyes, truly hoping he can sense the sincerity of your words.

You can feel the jerk of the ship docking, and you know that it is time.

Silently you follow your master through the blank white corridors of the ship, taking a few deep breaths to prepare yourself.

These sorts of affairs are really just for show on your part, and playing a part is one of the things you do well. Accompanying a Sith Lord in anything is risky of course, but in this moment, you feel safe.

As you disembark, there are Stormtroopers and pale, tall aliens roaming about everywhere. Two of the smooth-skinned aliens dressed in regal, draping layers of garments greet Lord Vader, then yourself. You bow respectively back to them, and they usher the two of you inside the fortress, along with an entourage of troopers.

They chatter to Vader about their success with some increased production rates as they lead you to a large, conference type room. Holding your head high as you walk, you revel in the unfamiliar sense of power you feel. To be seen as an active part of a whole, to be treated as such.

The room you’re led to is wide and dimly lit, adorned by lavish crystal chandeliers that hang from the ceiling. There is a long black table in the center of the room, lined with seats that are filled by your master along with several of the pale aliens. Lining the carpeted walls of the room are several long couches, and there is a plush, velveteen chaise lounge against the wall directly opposite the head of the table where Vader sits.

You recline lithely on it, fixing your eyes upon the table and listening as the meeting begins. The dark-eyed aliens chat idly about stocks, production rates, exports, and all manner of boring business type jargon. You pass most of the time in your own head, lest you die of boredom. For once, it is useful to have so many things on your mind to mull over.

Your tongue keeps worrying over the raw spot on the inside of your lip, and you come no closer to an answer for the bite mark’s existence.

Yet, there it is. Existing.

You know it’s real because you can taste the tang of iron every time your tongue flicks over it.

Despite being inside, the air on this frigid planet remains chilled. You shift under the weight of Lord Vader’s furred cloak, placing it over your legs as a blanket. The furs are so thick and so soft, you gather they must be of very high quality.

Bringing an arm up absentmindedly and stroking the soft furs across your cheek, you realise it smells like Vader.

It smells strongly of the leather of his armor, of musk, and of a spice almost like pepper. It is a palpable reminder that it belongs to him, that you belong to him; and it sets you on fire.

Who better to belong to? As uncanny and questionable as it felt, Darth Vader has been the only one who had actually seemed to put any thought into your care. He housed you in the finest room, gifted you the finest garments, fed you with the most decadent feasts. He had even proven his adamant refusal to kill you.

He even cared that you’d not be perceived as a slave.

A change in your mindset is beginning, you aren’t sure how it started, but you know it’s happening. A change in how you view the imminent Sith Lord that is your master; and in turn, you have begun to see the Empire in a new light. It is true that all your life you have been told the Sith were treacherous murderers who hungered for nothing but power, but now you have begun to question the validity of those tales. While the strict brutality of the Empire and the Sith was true… you are morbidly curious about the underlying traits that your master holds within.

As the negotiations carry on, they seem to be going well. Production rates, revenue, and stocks are all up.

Good for your hosts, you think. Darth Vader will let them all leave alive.

Another tall, grey-skinned alien slips into the room, much more modestly dressed and carrying a golden platter of deep-red glasses of wine, and you eye them hungrily. It had been ages since your last taste of the stuff. She flits quietly about the room, offering the drinks to your hosts and eventually landing upon you.

She asks you something in a language you can’t understand, extending the tray towards you.

Your eyes flick across the room to your master, and he gives you a barely perceivable tilt of his head in allowance.

Smiling, you gladly take one of the large glasses from the tray, thanking your hostess before taking a sip.

Your eyes slide shut with great satisfaction as you swallow, the coldness of the wine is refreshing; it tastes sweet with the depth of fermentation and the sharp zing of alcohol.

It’s immediately warming as it hits your stomach, a flush tickling at your cheeks.

You gather that must be why they serve it on such a painfully snow-barren planet.

Sipping languidly at the rest of the glass, you fix your wandering gaze on Lord Vader. You haven’t had many opportunities in which you could just sit back and examine your master, so you choose to take full advantage of this one.

He is seated, looming at the head of the table, and the aura of those that surround him is one of subservience. It’s fitting, as his countenance and airs that surround him are so fierce and so commanding. He sits in silence for the majority of the time, and when he does speak they hang on his every word.

As you look upon him, you come to the comprehension that he is equally as entranced in looking upon you.

It is a small detail, one that everyone else in the room seems to miss, but you know without a doubt that behind that mask he is staring back at you.

Wishing he had been the one to serve you that wine. Wishing he would be the one to share it with you.

The sensation of staring at each other is that of fingers reaching for another, that tingle of warmth just before the touch.

Swirling the wine in your glass, you decide to work a little bit of your personal magic.

With your eyes half-lidded and maintaining eye contact, you slowly raise the crystalline glass to your lips. You take a long sip, savouring the taste and being sure to make a point of licking your lips, before fixing them into a relaxed pout.

Vader tenses visibly as he watches, and you feel a great deal of satisfaction when he is the first to avert his eyes, forcing his attention back onto one of the speakers.

It is your way of testing the waters with Darth Vader, and you know now that you hold at least some modicum of power over him.

A while later the negotiations end, and all is well.

The alien species agrees to increase their productions and exports of their materials to the Empire by fifteen percent, and Lord Vader seems pleased.

What production and what exports, you did not care to know.

Everyone rises from their seats, and you gather that is your cue to join Lord Vader where he stands.

The group of aliens lead you back to the flight-deck, chattering their praise and thanks at both yourself and Lord Vader.

The deck is now bustling with people and Stormtroopers, all gathered to watch as you disembark. As you walk behind your master to the extended ramp of his ship, you get a deep, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, which screams at you.

Something is wrong.

Something bad is about to happen.

Time seems to slow, and your mind races.

Inevitably, you act on those impulses which have been instilled in you; that is all you know to do.

In an instant you leap in front of the turned back of Lord Vader as he enters the ship, successfully shielding him. Right then, a beam of hot plasma shot from a blaster knocks you clean off your feet, and Vader turns on his heel instantly.

It hurts, Maker it hurts.

A fiery, searing pain spreads throughout the entire left side of your body as you lay on the cold ramp, and your head swims from it. The world fades in and out in black and white as the pain worsens with every pulse, until the inky blackness of unconsciousness consumes you.

The last thing you hear is an anguished, savage roar tearing its way from Darth Vader’s throat.

Fueled by anger, by the hatred of seeing your crumpled body laid on the floor, Vader shoots an arm out; instantly pinpointing the source of the blast and lifting the perpetrator out of the crowd in his invisible grip.

A rebel in stolen Stormtrooper armor. A treacherous criminal. A fool.

Without a second thought, he clenches his fist, revelling in the sickening sound of each and every bone in the perpetrator’s body snapping at once before allowing their lifeless body to hit the ground.

It is what they deserve.

With no care toward the opinion of others, Vader hastily gathers you into his arms before storming onto the Executor, the flight-deck erupting in screams and chaos behind him.

Ordering a commander to tell the captain to take off, he begins running with your limp body in his arms.

His heavy footsteps echo like thunder off of the sterile corridors surrounding him, and his breaths come quicker, but he does not hear them.

The only things he can feel are the biting urgency to get you to safety, and his boiling anger.

Anger towards you, for being so careless, so foolish in trying to protect him, and anger at the Rebellion. Anger that you were hurt. Anger that the rebels would be so brazen in an attempt.

Whatever he had planned for the rebels, he was now planning much worse.

Frantically entering the key code for the door, he storms into his private chambers.

With one arm he swipes everything off of his workbench, the objects crashing to the ground with a sharp sound that falls on deaf ears. He drags the worktable to the center of the room, before placing your lifeless body onto it, carefully cradling your head as he sets you down.

Once you’re on the table, Vader looks over you as his chest heaves. It’s quite easy to spot the injury on the front of your left shoulder, dangerously close to the vulnerable parts of your chest. The blast had burned a hole straight through the heavy cloak you wore.

He wastes no time in tearing his cloak off of your body, intensely focused on the task at hand.

Making quick work of undressing you, he removes your harness and slips your left arm out of the sleeve, being careful to respect your modesty.

Bare skin exposed, he examines the extent of your injuries. It is bad, there’s no doubting that. But thankfully, there is no exit wound. You aren’t bleeding, as the blast had melted through the cloak and cauterised the wound in the process. But the skin around the deep black mark left by the shot is dark red, and angry.

He knows without a doubt that it is excruciatingly painful.

As he looks, an unfamiliar pit grows in his stomach. Not anger, no. Something else. Sorrow, remorse that you had been hurt.

He can feel the death of his peace of mind imminent on the horizon.

Why does he care?... A question for another time.

Lightly pressing two fingers to your temple, he uses the Force to keep you unconscious.

Not forever, just long enough to tend to you.

Vader quickly paces into the room that houses his Bacta tank, gathering an arm full of medical supplies and pharmaceuticals.

Laying them out next to you on the table, he gets to work. He painstakingly peels away every strip of burnt cloth, every piece of charred skin - lest it become infected.

He checks your expression every so often, ensuring that you don’t awaken during the process.

He sterilizes the angry lesion, then begins to dress it. As he covers your skin with gauzy bandages, he finally begins to come down.

You were safe. He had kept you safe.

It was best not to waste his energy on worrying.

He would make those who had done this to his very own possession pay.

Carefully slipping your arm back into your sleeve, Darth Vader rises from his hunched position.

All there is left to do now is to wait, and to plan.

He and the Emperor would ensure their suffering.

As Vader gazes down upon you, he seethes. Seethes at the thought that your smooth, powder-soft skin had been sullied. Seethes at the idea of anyone but himself causing you such pain, leaving such a scar.

Yes. They shall suffer.

Vader spends a long while just watching over you, using the Force to keep a close eye on your vital signs. The blood flowing from your heart throughout the rest of your body, the oxygen flowing in and out of your lungs.

Even then, as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest and the fluttering of your eyelids in your heavy slumber; He can still feel the ringing of the bells.

That magnetic pull you have which drags him ever closer.

Eyes snapping open and jolting upright, you nearly knock your head on Darth Vader’s helmet as he looms over you. An intense pang of pain stops you in your tracks, forcing you to wince and suck in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

“Easy, small one.” your master soothes, the sound of his voice gently bringing you back down to reality. You breathe heavily as the hot, pulsing pain flows back through you, and you glance around the room, your ragged body still reeling from the last moments you can remember.

Immediately you recognize the sterile interior of Lord Vader’s chambers, your eyes tracking the mess littered about the floor. His tools, mechanisms, and machines lay discarded on the tile. Looking down at the table you’ve been sat upon, you realise it is Lord Vader’s own work table.

He had thrown away everything so easily just for the sake of tending to you.

Yet another uncharacteristic act carried out by your Master.

In your dazed stupor, the scene is almost like a fairytale.

You, the princess of the kingdom of evil.

He, your knight in raven armor.

Maybe. You think as you cautiously glance up at him. Maybe the rumours were not true; or perhaps this side of him was one that had been shown only to you.

That could only mean then, that you were somehow special.

“Are you alright, my Lord?” you ask, frantic eyes flitting over his ominous form for any signs of injury.

“It is I who should be asking you.” Vader retorts. “What you did was reckless.” he says, a hint of scolding in his tone.

Your head and shoulders drooping and your eyes falling to the floor, you feel ashamed.

“I am sorry, my Master.” you whisper. “I acted on impulsivities that still linger from my past. It is all I know.” you admit truthfully, your eyes locked on the ground and the fire of shame burning your cheeks.

“It is my duty to ensure the safety of the both of us, not yours.” he asserts firmly, placing a heavy hand on your right shoulder.

“It would take much more than a simple hit from a blaster to defeat me.” he says, a surprising hint of teasing in his voice, his other hand coming up and rapping on his shoulder plates with a repetitive thunk.

It brings a tired smile to your lips, and you let out an amused huff.

“I understand the truth of that now, my Master.” you jest, your eyebrows quirking up.

There is a beat of heavy silence, and your eyes again fall to the floor cluttered with Lord Vader’s machinations. You feel a great deal of guilt at the sight of his possessions laying discarded everywhere all because of you.

Slipping off of the table with difficulty, you begin to lean over to gather the pieces.

Before your fingertips can even brush a single piece, Vader catches your wrist in a leather-clad hand.

You stop in your tracks at the sensation of his grip as he pulls you upright, placing another firm hand against the small of your back to steady you. His touch at your back sends a fine shiver up your spine, and you feel far too close to Lord Vader for comfort.

Your heart rattles in your chest when he speaks again.

“Let go of your past, girl.” he scolds. “I have droids for cleaning up after my messes. It is not your duty.”

You’re unable to say anything in response, staring up at your Master with stars in your eyes.

“I command you to rest.” Vader demands softly. “I did not labour over you just so you could reinjure yourself so quickly.”

Feeling hazy, you give a faltering nod and swallow the tension in your throat.

“I am relieving you for now.” he states, his voice rumbling through your body like shockwaves at this close vicinity.

“Retire to your suite for the night.” he orders, finally releasing you from his grasp.

“Yes my Master,” you stammer, rubbing the wrist he had grabbed. “Thank you.”

You shakily amble out of the room, your pace slowed by the pain and the thick exhaustion. Your trusty droid companion awaits you beyond the door, and it bows to you before throwing its arms up in shock at the sight of you.

“Good heavens, Madam!” the droid exclaims. “Are you quite alright?!”

Letting out a tired chuckle, you smile as you respond.

“It is but a flesh wound, my friend.” you laugh.

“Then we shall get you back to your chambers at once!” the droid declares. “Come! Come!” it urges you.

You slowly follow your companion back to your suite, and all you can think about is the soft cradling of your bed, the slick silkiness of your sheets.

As you enter the comfort of your suite, your legs feel as if they weigh hundreds of pounds while you drag yourself to bed. The kind droid brings you a hot cup of herbal tea before leaving you to rest, and you slowly sink onto your back in the middle of your mattress, letting out a sigh of relief as your body settles into it.

As exhausted as your body feels, your mind is wide awake with a thousand thoughts.

Today was just so much.

The dream. Your lip. Even just the meeting and everything surrounding it was a lot to unpack. The attack. The fact Vader had tended to you personally.

Your mind swam with questions, with the acute newness of everything. At the same time, the aching of your shoulder and the soothing warmth of the tea was working to wind you down.

After a while, the droid returns with a meal on an ornate bed tray, and it isn’t until you smell its heavenly aroma that you feel the churn of hunger in your stomach.

“I’ve come with your supper and an announcement, Milady.” the droid chimes, allowing you to adjust yourself before it places the large tray over your lap.

Your dinner is a hearty spread, consisting of a meaty soup with wide noodles in a clear broth topped with fresh herbs, a side of lightly sauteed greens, and freshly baked rolls. You marvel at it for a moment with your mouth watering before turning your attention back to the droid.

“Due to the increasing boldness of the Rebellion, Lord Vader has deemed it necessary for a Sith Lord to attend you during the night.” the droid announces. “He refuses to have any further chances of your safety being endangered.”

All of a sudden, your mouth goes dry. The last thing you needed was a Sith Lord watching your every move in the night; but you knew Lord Vader was being completely serious, and his word is final.

You understand now, that he will stop at nothing to defend something - or someone - that was his.

Letting out a soft sigh through your nose, you take in a deep breath.

“Then so it shall be.” you concede, and the droid nods in response.

“Splendid. I shall retrieve your guardian once you are finished with your meal, Milady.” the droid says with a bow before leaving you to your dinner.

You wolf the food down with great voracity, thoroughly enjoying the much needed nourishment before dusting yourself off and walking the empty tray over to the table.

You decide that if you are going to have a visitor, you are going to be presentable at the very least.

Swiftly you change into a new set of sleeping robes, sighing happily at the comfort of the clean fabric. You hobble over to your vanity, taking a seat on the velvet-cushioned stool and looking at yourself in the rounded mirror. Of course, you look tired, although thankfully you didn’t look as bad as you felt. Your hair is mussy from the commotion, flyaways sticking out every which way.

You get to work detangling it, being careful to brush with the uninjured arm. As you finish putting it into a messy updo, allowing stray locks of hair to remain loose, a familiar knock comes at the door.

You feel your anxiety spike like shards of ice in your gut, knowing what awaits you beyond the threshold.

As the door slides open and the droid and the Sith Lord enter, you feel as though you’ve been struck by lightning.

Even beneath the dark cloak that shrouds his figure, his form is unmistakable, and you recognize him instantly.

It’s him.

The one you dreamed of. The same figure. The same piercing eyes. You can even spot his scar in the dim light.

Your ears ring.

It feels like your heart stops.

And before you know it, you faint.

Sith Divider Credz: @saradika

Taglist: @heyitsaloy @poisonedsultana @cryptidsrcool @mayhemories @sxoulchvn

@shyartisanvoidwagon @stxrrielle @jasontoddloml @heirtothekingdom @briqueenofthenorth

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coconutki · 1 year

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Choso as boyfriend headcanon stuff

‼️There’s nsfw content at the end‼️

Choso (god he’s so fine)

- [ ] A bit apprehensive at first

- [ ] Surprisingly nice tho

- [ ] Gets you things he knows you like unexpectedly

- [ ] Lowkey keeps a mental list of all the things you like

- [ ] He kinda quiet ngl

- [ ] Tells you about his brothers (I feel like itadori would be on his ass lmaoo idk why)

- [ ] Attentive

- [ ] Quiet datesss

- [ ] You kiss him all over his face and he gets a little embarrassed but he likes it

- [ ] Acts like he don’t care but we all know he do

- [ ] He’s afraid your gonna leave him tbh but not in a toxic manipulative kind of way.

- [ ] Definitely encourages you to be good and discipline yourself

- [ ] Goodmorningg and goodnight texts everyday

- [ ] When you sleep before him he’ll carry you in his arms to bed and move your hair out of your face to kiss your forehead lovingly then put ur bonnet on for you

- [ ] Let’s you style his hair (more like play in his hair)

- [ ] Sometimes be matching with himmm

- [ ] Not rlly clingy but he does have his moments it’s the best.

- [ ] Night owl tbh he secretly loves sitting with you and listening to you/ watching movies or playing games

-[ ] will try whatever new thing/hobby you randomly take up

- [ ] Look..all those fics with choso being a stoner kinda stuck with me ngl

- [ ] Will outsmoke you but he doesn’t make it a point to

- [ ] A nice cuddle session after a smoke session is ideal

- [ ] Definitely a functional stoner tho

Nsfw

- [ ] Honestly depends on the day or person but I feel like he could be a switch

- [ ] Sometimes gets horrendously horny after y’all smoke together

- [ ] Sometimes dominant other times you take control and tease him

- [ ] Look…he’d be receiving head

- [ ] The first time he’d think you were crazy cause “ who would want to do it with him??” (mf ME)

-[ ] likes when you give him hickies and leave a trail of your sparkly lipgloss wherever you kiss him

- [ ] He’s tryna hold it together quivering in pleasure when you give him handjobs

- [ ] Deep voice Moans 😩

- [ ] When your lips seal around his dick he wants to nut instantly

- [ ] I feel like he’d be rlly sensitive when he’s 🍃🛫

- [ ] When it’s your turn tho…how you better hang on to yo edges cause your bed gonna be nonexistent after y’all done

- [ ] He’s railing tf out of you no doubt

- [ ] Loves when you’re facing him so he doesn’t rlly like doggy yk he wanna see all your facial expressions

- [ ] Enjoys seeing you unravel when he fucks you into the damn mattress

- [ ] Wants y’all to cum together

- [ ] he buries his face in your neck he’s bout to and just can’t hold back anymore

- [ ] “I’m gonna fill you up...you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

- [ ] Picks you up and takes u to the shower after y’all chilled out

- [ ] Would massage you cause he knows you’re gonna be sore asf

#headcanon #black reader #anime x reader #some fluff #some smut #choso x reader #choso headcanons #jjk x black reader #choso kamo

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Right, so 😅

I’m back the soap request person is back.

For that prompts lists, I have many ideas but I’ll put them all in 1 by 1 so you’ll be spammed soon 😂.

just wanted to say you’re my favourite writer on Tumblr and severely (Underline that) underrated x ❤️

for the first one however, I’m gonna put: Kirishima - H - 2 🤗

A Night Out

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, isolation, manipulation, Reader smokes, cigarettes mentioned

Prompt: “Why are you scared?”

Checkout my Master List here.

Alphabet Prompt here.

Author’s Note: OMG, you’re just such a cutie! Thank you so much. Your kindness really does mean a lot to me. I enjoy providing content for my readers, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it! 🖤🖤🖤 I wish the best for you, and I 100% look forward to writing anymore requests you may have for me.

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It had been a long evening at the Hero Gala. You had begged Kirishima to take you to this event after weeks of being holed up in the house as a punishment for some ridiculous infraction that you still can’t wrap your head around. Either way, he let you come with him tonight, and you’re more than glad.

However, you did tell him a little white lie during dinner. You started getting itchy for a cigarette, so you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Eijiro hates it when you smoke, absolutely loathes it. He has punished you on more than one account for smoking, claiming that he wants to keep you safe and healthy and cigarettes won’t do that.

Dipping outside for a quick smoke break, you look around to see if anyone on the streets has a cigarette. There’s only one person smoking: a man in a long, black coat. You go up to him and ask if he can spare one.

The grin he gives you is malicious, enough to chill your bones.

“And, what’ll I get in return for giving you one?”

You cough uncomfortably as he blows smoke in your face, and you take a step back from him.

“Nevermind,” you try to end the conversation as you turn on your high heel.

He grabs you by the arm, spinning you back around to face him. The burning end of the cigarette is so close to your face, you’re afraid it might mar the skin on your cheek. You try to lean as far back as you can from him, as far as your spine will allow without breaking.

“Let go of me,” you plead. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Too late for that, pumpkin. Why don’t you and me take a stroll? It’s a nice night out to have a pretty bitch like you on my arm.”

A thumping sound surprises you, and you watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. He slumps forward, releasing your arm.

With how far you were leaning away from him, you fall on your ass on the cold street. Looking up, you see Eijiro with his hand and forearm hardened from his quirk.

“Kiri, thank God!” You stand up and hug him.

“What are you doing getting yourself into trouble, Pebble?” He inquires as he wraps you up in a hug of his own.

There it is. That fucking word. Trouble. Trouble always leads to punishments, and you hate being punished by your boyfriend with a passion.

“I…Kiri…I’m sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked. What were you doing out here? You said you were going to the bathroom.”

You stifle a soft whimper.

“Why were you out here with another man? You weren’t trying to leave me, right?”

You look at him and clutch the lapels of his suit jacket. “No, never! I love you, Eiji. I just…wanted a cigarette.”

He regards you momentarily before deciding that you’re telling the truth. “Of course you were. How could I even think something like that. You know I don’t like you smoking though, and you lied to me.” He caresses your jaw with the back of his hardened pointer finger. “It’s gonna be hard for me to trust you now. Look at all the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into over a dumb cigarette. Doesn’t really seem worth it now, huh?”

His eyes no longer look at you with patience, but with a sardonic glint in his eyes, one that shines in the light of the dark alleyway.

You stiffen in his embrace, feeling trapped like a bird in a cage. “Please, Kiri…”

“You know I’d never hurt you too badly, right?”

After how creative his punishments can be, you’re not entirely sure. However, you know the correct response to this question. “Yes, I know.”

His deep chuckle is amplified by the small space between the brick walls.

“Then, why are you so scared?”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima mha #yandere eijiro kirishima

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Falling In Love Forever

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || Bucky takes you on an magical getaway where he expresses his undying love for you like never before.

Word Count || 2K

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, implied sex, tooth-rotting fluff.

Authors Note || This is for my lovely and bestest @jadedvibes Falling In Love writing challenge <3 I’m so in love and proud of this fic (but also a little nervous to share). Thank you Jade for hosting such a wonderful challenge!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist

“Please, babe, can't you just give a tiny little hint to where you're taking me?”

He averted his eyes from the dark and deserted road that you'd been driving on for the past hour or so and onto you for a few moments—a sweet and mischievous smile displayed on his face. You tried to give him your best and innocent puppy-dog eyes, hoping your soft expression would entice him to reveal some of the secrets about your getaway that he's been teasing you with all week, but he wouldn't budge.

“Hey,” he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours, laying a sweet kiss on the back of it, “you know I always want to tell you everything no matter what, but this is the one exception where I won't. I want this to be a surprise for you, doll.”

Although you wanted nothing more than to prod him with questions about where you were going, you didn't want him to get upset in any way due to your impatience and possibly spoil the surprise he's been so excited about. So you held your tongue, trusting that all your pondering would be worth it in the end.

“Ok, Bucky,” you gave him an accepting squeeze of your hand, “I trust you.”

The car went silent; only the soft melody of the radio filled the comfortable silence as you continued driving on, hands still interlocked together.

A couple more minutes passed before Bucky turned off from the main road and onto a dirt one that led far into the woods. You kept on going for a few more minutes until you started to see lights in the distance slowly approaching as you drove closer.

And there it was, the surprise—the most charming and cozy log cabin. The autumn trees surrounding it were decorated with twinkling lights, creating a sheltered bubble shielding you from the dark and thick forest around.

“Ok, here it is,” Bucky announced as he stopped the car.

“Oh, Bucky,” you muttered in a soft exhale. Your eyes sparkled just like the twinkling lights did as you looked upon the beautiful cabin where you would be spending your weekend alone—you and your most favourite and loved person in the whole world, Bucky.

You got out of the car, as did Bucky. And you stood outside in the chilling weather for a moment, taking it all in. You were in awe at the warmth and love that radiated from the cabin, letting it engulf you while your lover stood by your side and pulled you closer to his safe embrace.

“I hope I didn't exaggerate the surprise. I know it's not anything big and fancy, but I just wanted to take you somewhere cozy and secluded, all to myself.” You heard the smirk in his tone but also a hint of insecurity that you may not like where he's taken you, which you found quite offensive because you wanted nothing more than this right here.

“Babe, it's beautiful,” you leaned your head on his shoulder, “I don't want anything more than you. I don't care where we go. As long as I have you, it's absolutely perfect.”

He blushed a bright pink as he looked down at his shoes, kicking the dirt and feeling his heart warm up with pure love.

“Y-you want to go inside?”

“Yes! What are we waiting for? Let's go.”

Bucky took your bags from the car before unlocking the door to the cabin, letting you enter first. You were surprised to find the space lit and warm as you thought it would be freezing cold.

“The owners were here an hour ago to get the place heated up for us.”

“That was nice of them,” you mumbled as you started taking off your coat, but Bucky stopped you.

“Keep it on. There’s lots out the back to show and explore.”

“Alright then,” you smiled before bundling yourself up again.

“Have a look around. I'll just put our things upstairs.”

While Bucky went upstairs to put your bags away, you explored the downstairs. The kitchen was well equipt with a full fridge of groceries and snacks, a table to sit and eat at, a lounge area to chill and read, and the most impressive and crucial part of the cabin, the beautiful stone fireplace, with a snug little space of fluffy rugs and comfortable pillows in front of it.

You stood and admired it, already fantasising about all the uses you and Bucky would have for such an intimate area—relaxing, reading, napping, having sex. Lots of nasty sex and lovemaking.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out of the daydream and making you tense up for a split second before relaxing and leaning into the familiar embrace of your boyfriend, laying your arms on top of his. His lips skimmed the sensitive skin of your neck, making you purr in approval of the delicate touch before he laid a sweet kiss behind your ear, making a wave of shivers flow down your spine and arms.

“What are you thinking about, doll?” He murmured—a smirk of knowing what was on your mind evident in his deep tone.

“Just thinking about everything we will do by the fireplace.”

“Mhm, like what?” He voiced in a teasing and sensual manner.

“I-I think it's best I just show you.”

“You can show me everything later, baby, but first,” he turned you around and took your hand in his. His smirk was replaced with an innocent and sweet smile, “I want to show you the outside first.”

You didn't know why he was so insistent on showing you the outside, but you let him lead the way out the back.

The backyard of the log cabin was as beautiful as the front but even more so. The same twinkling lights adorned the autumn trees and lit up their vibrant colours. The slow drops of the leaves every now and then created a picture-perfect scenery.

There was a giant hot tub to the side, a seating area to enjoy a wonderful breakfast or late dinner out in the beautiful nature, and a stone pathway that led to a sunken firepit where you and Bucky could snuggle up in the evening to tell stories and roast s'mores.

The pathway continued further out into the darkness. In the distance, you noticed a lake. The moonlight reflected onto the quiet water.

It was all so absolutely breathtaking. Now you understood why Bucky wanted to show you the back—all the possibilities for you and him to have the most magical and fun weekend together.

All of a sudden, the start of “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley started playing through speakers you weren't able to locate. Turning around to your boyfriend with a puzzled expression on your face, which softened up when you found him with an adorable grin on his, and his flesh hand stretched out, wanting you to take it.

“What's this, Bucky?”

“Can't I just dance with my wonderful girlfriend in this most magical setting?”

The scenery, the falling leaves, the music, your boyfriend requesting a dance? It was all so corny and cliche, but it was the most perfect it ever could be—everything you ever wanted.

Your face beamed brightly when you took his hand in yours. Unexpectedly, he spun you around, making you giggle in sweet approval before he pulled you flush into his warm embrace, holding you tight and snug into him while his forehead rested on yours, noses brushing one another.

As you swayed together, Bucky hummed along to the words of the love song. His piercing eyes gazed deep into yours: nothing but love and adoration swimming in those perfect blues of his.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help

Falling In Love with you

You pressed your ear into his chest while he rested his head on yours. You felt so whole and adored as he sang these loving words to you. Even through Bucky's thick clothing, you could still hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm of love and life for you.

You stood for a while, swaying side to side, holding each other so close and basking in your safe bubble of warmth and love.

You started listening to the words and styles of the songs in the playlist Bucky had put on and noticed similarities between them—they were all about Falling In Love.

“Bucky?”

He hummed in response.

“Why are all the songs about falling in love? Are you not in love with me?”

“What?” He took your face in his hands, making you look at him. He bore a confused expression on his face, eyebrows furrowed at your ridiculous question.

“Of course, I'm in love with you, silly girl.”

“So what's with the songs? What's with the falling in love?”

It was probably a silly question to ask since you and Bucky had been together now for three years, and he had expressed his love for you countless times, but you were just so curious about the choice of songs.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, caressing your cold cheeks while he looked deep in thought. Like he was collecting his words on what to say to you. You hugged him tighter while leaning your chin on his chest and displaying an encouraging smile on your face, wanting to hear his explanation to you.

“The way I think a lot of people perceive love is that you first fall in love with someone, and then over time, you are in love with them after you've gotten to know the person and created a bond. But with you, my doll, I fall in love every single day. Every single moment I just fall so madly and deeply in love with you. But I'm also so crazy in love with you. And I didn't think those two feelings and emotions could be experienced simultaneously. But I do; whenever I'm with you, I experience nothing but those feelings, baby. I'm going to fall in love with you forever but also be in love with you forever.”

You were nothing but speechless as tears polled in your eyes about his expression of love for you. You felt loved, cherished, important and protected by his declaration. And although you had your own words to express your love for him, you knew they could never compare to Buckys.

“I love you so, so much, Bucky. I know it's not near as magnificent as your words, but I just-”

He cut you off by kindly shushing you and leaning his forehead on yours as he held your cheeks. You placed your hands on top of his.

“All I ever need to hear from you are those three words and nothing else, doll.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing your own as you both held big smiles on your faces. “Please, say it again.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours—laying a long and sweet kiss on them, sealing his undying love for you.

Like this, you stood for a while—kissing, hugging and loving on each other before you both pulled away.

The big smiles you had held on your faces were replaced with playful smirks as the sweet love between one another blossomed into lustful love.

“Now, how about I take you inside and show you my need and love for you for hours on end that words can never express, babydoll?”

Bucky palmed your ass tightly while he tugged on his bottom lip. Those perfect blues of his dark with desire now—sex and lust all on his mind.

“Please do, baby, and don’t hold back one bit in loving and fucking all of me.”

“I will love and fuck you till the end of time, my doll; that’s a forever promise.”

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 7. mirror sex

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “frosted windows”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

pairing: cirrus ghoulette x gn!reader

a/n: i want mommy cirrus to step on me so hard you don’t understand. this one will be shorter than usual

cw: nsfw content. mirror sex. fingering. technically it’s sex against a window but it has a reflection. strap on usage.

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“i think i prefer seeing you all fucked out against the window like this… you just look so damn hot.” —❤︎

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“hehe, look at this little shape i made.”

“awww, that one is cute.”

cirrus just giggled at your antics, finding them endearing. the two of you rented out a log cabin for the season to stay in, just to enjoy the holiday with each other’s company.

the two of you stood in front of one of the many windows in the cabin, which was frosted from the chilling, crystal snow from outside. it was a rather freezing day today, especially because it was getting closer to late december. but of course, you wanted to make do of the lovely frost and have some fun with it.

“see look at this one! it’s a little bunny!” you cheered happily, tracing your fingertip on the glass to create a simple, cartoonish bunny that had such a dorky look on it. the air ghoulette laughed.

“seriously? that’s what you call a bunny?” cirrus laughed sarcastically. she pinched your cheek with a coo, and you just whined.

“heyyy.”

“here, i’ll show you how it’s really done.”

her voice held a certain confidence to it. cirrus used her ghoul tail to make quick swipes across the window, each one creating a thin, swift line that led to the creation of a rather skrunkly looking snow bunny.

you stifled a laugh.

“… hah, you sure that one is better than mine?” you managed to snort out, and cirrus narrows her eyes at you, rolling her eyes playfully. “it looks like a shitty shakespearean disaster.”

“you dare to make fun of my creative intellect? i’ll have you know that i am a very talented artist.” cirrus spoke in an exaggerated, dramatic tone, obviously messing around with you.

you just punched her shoulder playfully, giggling at her sassy attitude. “yeah, only with your fingers.”

she sticks her tongue out at you. “i can’t tell if you meant that as a sexual connotation, or me playing my keyboard.”

“hey you never know! it can be both!”

the two of you giggled, laughing and pushing each other around. it was nice getting to rewind and relax with your partner like this. as much as cirrus was a pain in the ass sometimes, she was genuinely a great girlfriend to you. you both leaned against the window and calmed down from your laughter, wiping away tears of joy.

“ahh.. but honestly.. there are other shapes i’m good at making, ones that don’t involve me making shitty drawings on a frosted window.” cirrus spoke between her chuckles, her voice becoming more calm and soothing.

you giggled, wiping your eyes as you looked at cirrus, growing intrigued by her words. “haha.. elaborate, will ya?”

cirrus smirked, her tail coiling around your calf.

“well, first i’ll have to preface this by saying that it is a two-person job.” cirrus started out, her voice dropping lowly. “y’know, it’s a team effort.”

your breath hitched from this.

“uh-huh…”

“and it’s very hands-on.”

“mhm..”

“y’know, to really create the most beautiful piece of art.”

you sighed at your girlfriend’s attempts to be teasing.

“just say you wanna fuck and i’ll say yes, babe.” you bluntly stated. cirrus’ eyes widened, and you gave her a blank look, but that smirk spoke volumes.

no further words of affirmation were needed.

cirrus shook her head and mirrored your devilishly charming grin. in a blink, she had you pushed up against the frosted, chilling window, her chest pushing up against your back.

“fine then, since you’re so insistent on it.” she chuckled out lustfully, grabbing your chin and forcing your head to turn around.

the two of you started to kiss with a fervent desire to feel each other’s bodies on one another. cirrus’ quick and nimble fingers quickly made do to discard the jeans you were wearing, yanking both your jeans and underwear down until it was sagging off of your knees.

“i’m going to turn you into a fucking work of art, darling.” cirrus moaned into your mouth lustfully. “and you’re going to fucking like it.”

“mmmh.. sure i will honey.” you teased, and cirrus growled, but it was quickly replaced by a promiscuous chuckle.

licking her fingers, she teased and prodded at your aroused hole before pushing them inside of you. you let out a sharp gasp and pushed your face against the hazy up cabin window, your breath fogging up the areas that were clear. despite the haziness on the glass, you could see your reflection, and your blissed out face.

“fuccckk that’s it… relax.” cirrus groaned out, watching your reflection and how you moaned lustfully against the window. the window was bone-chilling, but the difference in temperature only made pleasure shoot between your legs.

cirrus’ fingers continued to make work in that ring of muscle, stretching out your hole, and prepping you for the main event. she was precise with her fingers, she knew exactly what she was doing.

as your moans got louder and more pornographic, cirrus suddenly pulled her fingers out, making you whine from the emptiness. she quickly hushed you by putting the fluffy end of her tail against your lips, effectively shushing you.

“quiet. i’m only getting started.” she said with a tone of authority. cirrus pulled her pants down, to reveal the strap on she’s been hiding this whole time.

you cursed at the sight. “damn, you just had that on you?”

“hell yes i did, i knew i was gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you on this trip.” cirrus groaned. “so you better hold onto that window, baby.”

you obeyed immediately, and held onto whatever surface the window had to offer. without warning, cirrus pushed the strap on completely inside of you, and she relished in the sight of watching you squirm and moan from taking her size.

“ahh!”

“ohhh there we go… look at that slutty hole taking my cock so well.”

it wasn’t long before cirrus started to absolutely wreck your hole, watching you bounce on it and hearing you let out heavenly moans. each moan only created more fog against the window, and the lusting fire in your core only grew more hot.

cirrus was pounding away onto you, her breaths ragged from the quickness of her movements.

she grabbed your chin and forced your head to look at a mirror that was laying on the floor across from you guys. there, you could see how good cirrus was fucking you with her strap, and damn did it only get you going.

“o-ohh yess!” you whimpered out loudly, voice hoarse from all of the screaming and moaning.

cirrus had a satisfied look on your face. she could sense you getting close to your impending orgasm, and she just kept fucking your tight little hole.

“you see that? you see how goddamn sexy you look.” she whispered in an alluring tone, watching how her hips thrusted into your hole from behind and how sexy you looked against the window. your palms, face and body pressed up against the glass.

“i think i prefer seeing you all fucked out against the window like this… you just look so damn hot.”

you could only whine pathetically in response, to drink off of cirrus’ strap to even care about what she had to say.

“c-cum… i need to cum!”

“oh? is that what you want? does this toy want to cum?”

she grinned and pushed you more against the window, her strap digging deeper into your hole, making you cry out in pure euphoria.

“then cum.”

like it was on command, you came with a loud whine. hot, sticky fluids coated your lower regions and dripped on cirrus’ toy. she let out a loud groan and held onto your body tightly as you rode out your orgasm. finally, she pulled you away from the window, and you just leaned against her chest.

“shhh.. i got you.” she spoke lovingly, and you just mewled in response, before looking up at the window.

your body was marked onto the glass. every lustful moment was captured on that glossy window, and it looked damn good. your eyes widened at the sight, and cirrus smirked.

“see? told you i was artistic.”

you definitely need to do this more often.

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yandere-chocolate · 2 years

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Yandere invisible monster x Reader ~(Plamantic)~

@biribaa requested an invisible yandere.

CW/TW: kidnapping, possessive behavior, horror, fear.

You were in the old library that resided out by the hill near the small town you lived in. You had heard there of the folklore surrounding this library since you were young. Some told you it was haunted by lost souls that died in the woods before the town was built, whilst others said the library itself came alive at midnight & consumed all who entered. Whatever the case, the folklore never seemed to paint it a friendly light; which is why you’re here now. You wanted to prove these foolish tales wrong! & also the books & atmosphere in this library are simply divine.

You walked between long, full shelves; completely unaware of the nonexistent eyes burning into your soul.

You gaze at the spines, giving some a soft stroke to feel their golden letters. All the books here looked like they came straight out of a fairytale! Although some had odd titles such as:

“The cookbook for demons.”

“The bride’s spider.”

“How to kill someone beloved.”

“101 ways to eat teeth of all kinds!”

All of which had soft leather covers & gold engravings, which only made their content more bizarre.

As you were reading a book titled “the love story of butterflies” the lights flickered & you heard the sound of a book falling on the cold, hard light-auburn floor.

You slowly turned to the noise, the fear of seeing someone or something else there making your blood run cold.

But there nothing there.

Just a book the laid at the center between two book shelves. As you took a closer look the pages began flipping faster & faster until they landed on a page.

“‘Hello! What’s your name?” I ask to the lovely patron, or rather someone I hope will become a frequent visitor.”

You stared in awe at the page, a chill crawling its way up your spine. The page stayed like that before it flipped to the next one,

“‘Can you understand me?” I ask, hoping the other person can understand me & isn’t unable to read. There are unfortunately quite a few people who can’t read in the nearby town, especially after they stopped allowing me to teach people…oh, so much education; wasted. “Oh!” I acknowledge, remembering that if they can read, they can read my boring melodrama. “I’m sorry! I haven’t been to tαʅƙ ƚσ αɳყσຖē iຖ ฯēคrŞ.’” The text said, the writing near the last section becoming…different than the rest of it. But it was clear the book was talking to you. You felt a little worried, but that drained away soon enough.

“My name is…” you trailed off, only able to stare at the page. It flipped once more after about a minute,

“‘That’s okay, my friend” I say, “I will find out soon enough~”. I smile, but my newfound can’t see it, not with what happened. “Oh dear! Please, ignore that, the story sometimes just writes itself!” I tell them, gazing at them through the shelves, though they can’t see me due to my lack of physical form; outside of this book, of course!”

Although you still felt off you still talked to the book, almost all of the fear in your body had slipped away & you began learning about the strange spirit…shadow…demon…whatever.

You learned that it was a man! A man that was dedicated to learning as much as they could so that they could share that with everyone he could. He became a professor & a librarian; pleased to educate anyone who wanted to learn & when they weren’t teaching, they were learning. From what they told you, they seemed to almost have their head in a book when they were…well, they aren’t sure if they should say “alive” or “physical form” but, regardless of if they were a ghost or a being unknown to you, you felt a bit of that fear spike back up but quickly die back down.

You soon left, planning to come back despite the multiple chills you felt at the library. They were genuinely nice, albeit talkative.

He learned your name & you learned his; Vivílo.

You kept thinking about Vivílo & their magical library. Books full of spells, descriptions of other dimensions, & even some normal stuff like cookbooks & children’s fairytales.

You soon fell asleep in your warm bed, dreaming of those stories you & Vivílo read together.

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You had been visiting Vivílo every dusk. Reading stories, listening to him table about certain discoveries he made that he used to teach the town, but you did notice how the next would change in the books he presented himself in every time he mentioned being alone or being without a bipedal form. Or any form outside of a book, for that matter.

Unfortunately, you & Vivílo’s friendship couldn’t last. You had gotten a job elsewhere. Normally, you wouldn’t even bother, but this particular job paid quite a bit. You didn’t want to pass up this opportunity.

“‘Hey! Are you okay? You aren’t paying attention to anything my vessel is writing! I can’t speak anymore, you know?” I say to them, becoming a mix of annoyed & worried. They haven’t been reading my texts for the past 5 minutes!” You read, feeling embarrassed that you zoned out on this invisible person for 5 whole minutes. You didn’t mean to! It’s just…it breaks your heart that this is your last night together. Well, maybe. Who knows? Maybe you will find time to visit.

You told Vivílo.

“…” the page said, remaining only those three dots for what felt like forever. The ink faded away; retreating into itself & the page was left blank. You waited, but to no avail. You let out a sigh of disappointment.

You closed the book Vivílo was controlling, set it down, & headed to the door while waving goodbye.

But as soon as you reached to open the library door, they closed shut on you with so much force that you stumbled back. Confused, you tried opening the doors again, “it might just be a strong gust of wind! These door are very heavy.” You thought. But unfortunately, no matter how much you tried to push them open, they stayed closed.

You began violently shaking the doors, banging on them, but they didn’t budge.

Then, you heard the oh-so-familiar sound of a leather book falling to the floor.

You slowly turned, seeing the book about 5 meters away from you. You freeze.

Did Vivílo…?

The book open sharply, its leather cover smacking to the floor. It stayed blank for a few seconds before letters began to appear as you walked closer. It felt like a bad idea—but what was the worst that could happen? Vivílo had no form! They’re invisible!

Of course, you were wrong. Because how could things possibly be that simple for you? How could you be that lucky?

“‘I’m sorry, my dearest friend”, I say to them, “I’m afraid I have been alone far too long to let you leave forever. Do you have any idea how long I have been here? Alone? Well, I can’t tell you, because I lost count after the first hundred years.”’ The text read. He sound pissed. “‘Can you believe that?” I ask, “can you believe that after spending 378 years of my life to help these people & they repay that by leaving me to not only rot away in my library but they made folktales to deter others from coming here as well?! I-…” I pause, letting out a sigh. “That doesn’t matter. Because now I have you. &, unfortunately, you aren’t going to change that. So sorry, love.”’ The book said as thorny vines crept around the doors & locked them into place. You began shaking, completely confused. Vivílo was never able to do this before!

“‘Oh? Impressed? Well, I suppose I never told you I can control this entire library & then some~” I say” as the text appeared the candles began flickering before burning just as bright as before.

“‘Sorry, love. But I think another hundred years alone mɨɢɦȶ ɖʀɨงē ๓ē t໐ ๓คᦔꪀꫀᦓᦓ”’

#yanderecore #yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #soft yandere

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tsukino-hikari · 6 months

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Uppermoon Headcannons - Their Weak Points to Their Darling

This is my first actual post that I personally wrote so... Pls don't judge

Warnings: 18+ Content (mentioned), Swearing

Muzan

I'm sorry but I cannot say he isn't hot

So this guy is very possessive and I swear do not mess with him unless you want to lose the ability to walk for weeks to come

BUT even the mighty Muzan Kibutsuji has his weak spots

For instance, when you play with his hair after an absolutely fucked-up week I tell you he will enjoy it

Or when you just... do as he says without complaining and all that shit and he will slightly appreciate it

He would be softer to you than to others but don't get your hopes up... He shall punish you very badly if you misbehave (which is what you do all the time lol)

Since you're his precious doll he will not kill you (fortunately) and will leave bites and hickeys all over you

I swear don't reject them, you'll regret it

For all those Muzan lovers out there I have one thing to tell you: If you behave you shall be blessed with the ability to stay alive in his presence

I swear to God this man is easy to enrage

So be careful, kay?

Kokushibo

My fav Boyyyy

First things first: he is an elegant gentleman that will not hurt his darling without reason (like Muzan)

So you can be more playful with him :)

He makes the best food ever and please reassure him that you love him because my guy is insecure

He will melt even if you give him the smallest of things, such as holding his hand, hugging his waist (I'm sorry but he is TALL), and small kisses on his face

He can get possessive, but only when he feels that being so is necessary to get you to stap with your bullshit

Overall he is a nice guy once you get to know him and I am not lying when I say he is a good cushion to snuggle in

PS he will punish you for your stupidities but will take good care of you afterwards

(Because he doesn't want to lose you, obviously)

@koku-shibou

Douma

Y'all know who this is?

This is the most sadistic person you shall ever encounter in your life

Change my mind

Anyways his soft spots would probably be your aggressiveness, because so far everyone worships him and he doesn't get that often from a human

He finds it cute, how you’re trying so hard to reject him but epically failing

Will tease you till you lose your mind

Will punish you if for no reason because he is a bitch

Sugar Daddy

For all the girls out there that simp him, y’all better be sex-resistant

Cause otherwise you will never be able to leave the bed ever again

Akaza

Lol he looks like he’s proposing

If you’re a girl, prepare for his protectiveness to go from zero to a million

If you’re a guy, prepare for a nice but aggressive guy

Imma go with the female half first because I’m a girl

So basically he will give you literally everything you want without spoiling you one bit

Bento? Ya got bento

Rice balls? You don’t need to ask twice

He is probably the safest boyfriend for girls because you’ll never have to fear him

For guys? Not so safe anymore are we

All I have to say to the male Akaza lovers is that you have to be strong

Cause otherwise you’re gonna get hacked to bits

Hantengu

This guy, your boyfriend?

I honestly do not see this as okay, since he’ll be scared even if you’re within two meters from him

But I guess he can use some love…

Weak spots for you? Everything

I seriously don’t have much to say to this…

Sekido

Possessive man

He’s very hot though

He’ll calm down if you behave and do as he says

Don’t be an idiot unless you wanna get zapped

He has a chill side, don’t worry

As long as you’re alone, he’ll be nice

Just make sure the others aren’t going to barge in on one of your kissing sessions, it really pisses him off

Karaku

He is pleasure itself

He doesn’t have weak points to you cause… you know

Maybe he’ll be chill and less cheery with you sometimes

I do not think that he has weak points

I mean, do we need him to have some? I don’t think so…

Urogi

Literally same as Karaku

Doesn’t need weak points to be better

He already heaven

Just watch out for his claws

Aizetsu

Cute boy will be happy with you

His weak points? You

His soft spot? You

His body pillow? You

He is the babysitter supreme

If you want him to stay good though, you gotta reassure him that you’ll always love him

Because like Kokushibo he is insecure

So be nice, Kay?

Zohakuten

My fav clone!!

As we all know, he is possessive and aggressive like he always was

Dirty mouth

But with you? Perhaps a bit softer

He will stroke your hair with you straddled in his lap

His look would soften if you look at him with your cute, curious eyes

Smile at him, he’ll feel less hatred

If someone interrupts you, they dead by next morning

Overall he’s gonna take care of you slightly roughly, but he’s nice

Gyokko

I don’t like him

Narcissist

So I’m gonna leave him

Gyutaro

He would be much softer with you than with anyone else in this wretched world

Except for Daki

His weak spot? Your kindness

You’re so sweet and kind to him every time you smile at him his brain just goes *malfunction*

If you sing “Scars to Your Beautiful” to him he will cry

Happily, of course

He loves you and will always hold on to you no matter what

You are his ray of sunshine, no way he’s letting you go

Will turn you into a demon because he wants you by his side forever

You’re not seeing any other man

Ever again

Daki

Just No

Like HAIL NAH

In short, her weak spots count: zero

Kaigaku

I think he will sing that song Bowser sang

He is sweet

Yes he is do not reject

So y’all know how he’s an asshole to literally everyone? He won’t be to you

He likes going to peach trees with you and just sitting there and eating peaches is very precious to him

Likes it when you sing

Will not let you out of his sight

He is possessive because he is an asshole

But the good way

Get him some peaches and he’ll be happy

You can mess with him all you want, the most he’s gonna do is fuck you nicely

Hehe

I fell off the topic so bad I now hate myself…

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

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vermillionsappho · 7 months

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MISS AMERICANA | ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

MISS AMERICANA | CHAPTER THREE

"Leave with my head hung, you are the only one Who seems to care"

-Still reeling from meeting Ellie at the party, and seeing her again, Y/n now is dealing with complicated feelings and thoughts of Ellie, all while getting closer and forging a friendship with her.

2.0k Words | sfw

Content Warning: Cursing, drug use, anxiety, slight homophobia, lmk if I left anything out!

Tags: @pillowprincessleia @milahnoz (reply to post to be added <3)

Semi-proofread

“You want me to stay with you, hon? I can stay for like an hour or two.” Oliva offers with a small smile, and you shake your head before smiling wryly.

“It’s okay, Liv, I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” You say softly, turning around to walk up the steps of your house. Olivia watches you go up steps, your feet heavy and your head hung and she frowns, but still begins to reverse out of your driveway, waiting for you to get inside before pulling off.

The house is dark when you get inside, and the air is still, which is expected; but it always throws you off anyways no matter how used to it you are.

You lie out on the couch, thoughts racing.

Is Ellie a lesbian?

Is Ellie a lesbian that’s interested in me?

Does Ellie want to have sex with me?

You’ve heard things about Ellie before, but they’ve never stuck in your head, and you never been one to truly engage in gossip and drama; not to mention you had your own shit going on.

You heard your friends whisper about her, you heard neighbors and parents talk about her and condemn her.

The things they say about her are awful; and it’s all because she’s a lesbian.

And now she’s a lesbian that’s possibly interested in you, which could make sense actually. No one’s done anything nice for you out of the goodness of their heart since freshman year. Everyone’s always trying to work an angle with you, play the long game, figure you out and use you. It would make a lot of sense if Ellie defended you, and was so nice to you to get into your pants.

But you’re not a lesbian, though.

You’ve been dating Grayson since you were both thirteen (courtesy of your mom and his); but even then, you’ve never even thought about another girl in a romantic way. You know who you are- and some random girl you just met can’t uproot that and “turn you out”.

But still, you can’t stop thinking about it, or her in particular. Ellie is pretty, to say the least. Truth is, she’s gorgeous, even with the mullet; and the tattoos, scarred pink lips and slit brows only add to her charm. Ellie’s not like any girl you’ve ever met…she’s not like any person you've ever met either. If there’s a slither of a possibility that Ellie defended you because she’s a good person and is being friendly to you because she wants to be your friend, a part of you wants to believe that.

For another hour, you drive yourself insane thinking of Ellie before you turn the tv on to drown out your thoughts of her.

Until you flick the tv onto another channel, and your once favorite show is on.

And you start to think of her, your mother.

All of sudden, the television isn’t interesting anymore, and you quickly turn the tv off, before stalking off to your room; burrowing in your bed and forcing the heavy duvet over your head as you will yourself to take a nap.

You dream of Ellie while you sleep.

You dream of her freckles, the dots on her creamy skin, and her skin against yours. Her scarred lips on your lips, and her tattooed arms and hands, holding yours. Ellie laughs in your dream, a soft laugh, and it brings a smile to your face.

But somehow, it sends a chill down your spine, and you’re shooting up from the bed like it’s on fire, covers splayed across the floor and a sheen of sweat on your forehead and chest.

You’re panting, and panicking, sitting down on the floor as you swipe your hand through your messy hair, gripping at the strands as you try to think clearly but to no avail.

You dreamt of her.

You dreamt of her kissing you, holding you, smiling at you and it sent the butterflies in your stomach in a tizzy.

“Fuck no, fuck no. That was a nightmare, right?” You whisper to no one, trying to gather yourself, but the panic isn’t subsiding. You sit up on your knees, trying to lean and reach your phone, feeling for it and pulling it off the cord when it’s finally in your hand.

You unlock your phone with shaky hands, and you’re incessantly tapping on contacts as you search for Ellie’s.

You call her, without any hesitation, and when she picks up, you switch to speakerphone, your breathing heavy and audible.

You think of what to say for a moment, but it doesn’t matter, because nothing can stop the words from flying out of your mouth when you finally speak.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” You ask heavily, the words said quickly and the moving on the other side of the phone pauses.

“Pretty girl? What the hell are you talking about?” Her raspy voice finally fills the space in your room, and you can’t ignore the flash of weirdness you feel at the sound of her voice.

“Why do you call me that, Ellie?” You ask, exasperated and she chuckles.

“I don’t know, ‘cause you’re a pretty girl. You don’t like it?” She asks and you close your eyes for a second before sighing.

“No, I- I didn’t say that.” You say softly and you can hear slight crackles from her end of the phone before her voice becomes clearer.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Ellie asks, her voice softer now, a tint of concern in it and you lean your head against the wall.

“I don’t know, really. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You say, about to hang up the phone but she interrupts you.

“No, stop. Don’t do that, I told you to call. I’ve got a joint, I can come over and we can smoke if you’re comfortable with that?” She suggests and you smile a little, taking a deep breath before responding.

“I thought you told Grayson you don’t let just anybody smoke your stuff?” You ask and she chuckles.

“You’re not just anybody, Y/n.”

You open the door for Ellie, and she steps in smoothly. She’s wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, her muscles on display, and you get that feeling in your chest that you had the first time you saw her, all over again.

“Make yourself at home.” You say quietly and she nods and sits down on the couch, before reclining, propping her feet up.

You hover, not really sure what to do or how to move, your body rigid and she looks at you and laughs, before patting the empty space next to her.

“I’m not gonna bite you, I promise.” She says with a grin and you nod before plopping down next to her, glancing at her for a quick second before averting your eyes to a random wood spot on the coffee table.

“So, what was all of that about on the phone? Are you okay?” She asks and you groan, moving your hands over your face.

“That was so stupid, I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I called, but I definitely don’t know why I asked you that. I let my friends and Grayson get in my head, or whatever.” You say, panicked, and she leans forward before turning to face you.

“What did your friends and Grayson say?” She inquires and you finally meet her eyes.

“Grayson said that I shouldn’t hang around you…I guess because you’re a lesbian or whatever; and my friend said that you probably want to have sex with me or something, I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You say quickly, shaking your head and Ellie laughs before scoffing.

“Y/n, I’m not blind, you’re a pretty girl, why do you think I call you that? But I’m not some creep trying to get into your pants. I want to be your friend, if I wanted to fuck you, I’d literally just ask if you wanted to fuck.” She says, shrugging and you nod slowly, her words seeping into your brain.

“I swear, people in this town are so bored. Still talking about me being a lesbian like it hasn't been years since I came out.” She says and you put a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t care…if you like girls or anything. You’re a nice girl, Ellie, what you like doesn’t change anything for me.” You say softly, and a blush blooms beneath her freckles and you smile at the sight.

“I appreciate that, pretty girl. Now, ready for this?” She asks, pulling a baggie out of her pocket and a lighter.

Ellie helps you like she did the first time, placing the joint between your lips and lighting it for you, while she coaches you through the process so you don’t hurt yourself. When you finally get the hang of it, she takes it back to take a hit herself, and you finally get comfortable on the couch, spreading out.

“How’d you get this scar?” You ask, lazily moving your hand up to touch at the scar, hands moving on the soft skin of her lips, sending shivers down Ellie’s spine.

“I-I got into a fight. He got me good, but I kicked his ass.” She says softly and you hum at her response.

“Are you always fighting people?” You ask, scanning her face with lidded eyes and she gazes at you before blinking.

“Only people who deserve it.” She says, taking another hit of the joint before giggling absentmindedly.

“Why are you so nosy?” She teases and you giggle yourself before cocking your head to the side.

“Just curious about you, that’s all.” You say softly and she nods slowly, eyebrows furrowed like she’s deep in thought.

“Everyone already seems to know everything about me.” She says quietly, and you shake your head before moving closer to her, closing the space on the couch.

“Fuck everyone, Ellie. Everyone’s full of shit, they don’t even try to get to know you.” You say wholeheartedly and she leans her head back against the cushion of the couch, her eyes closed.

“You’re my friend now, Ellie. You were the first person I called, and I know I called for a stupid reason, but it means something to me.” You say softly and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards you.

“That means you have to beat people up for me, now. Like I was going to do for you at the party.” She jokes, a small smile on her face, and you nod your head profusely.

“I am so ready; I will beat everyone up for you if I have to!” You say, giggling and she passes the joint back to you, to which you accept, taking a hit.

“Nah, but I’m just joking. I don’t want you getting in trouble and shit for me; only one of us can be a fuck up.” She says, smiling softly and you blow the smoke out.

“You’re not a fuck up. Ellie, trust me when I say this, you can go and leave all of this shit behind. It’s never too late.” You say earnestly, before passing the now short joint back to her. Ellie doesn’t respond, only getting up to dispose of the joint, and you sigh.

“This was fun, but I should head home; but I really did have fun, seriously.” She says, hovering by the door and you smile, biting your lip softly as a swell of affection grows in you.

“I’m glad you had fun, but should you be driving right now? Aren’t you high?” You ask, concerned and she shakes her head.

“No, my tolerance is pretty high, and you’re not a smoker so I didn’t bring anything strong. I’m fine, I promise.” She says and you lean over the couch, putting your hand out.

“Pinkie promise? Don’t make me worry about you, Ellie.” You say, sticking your pinky out and she chuckles, smiling warmly as she approaches you.

“Pinkie promise. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay pretty girl?” She says, locking your pinkie with her and you nod. She grins at you, waves, and walks out the door, leaving you more confused than ever.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

WHOOO CHAPTER THREE YAYY! I'm actually excited because things are finally picking up and going in a good direction. I'm so excited to expand more on Y/n and Ellie's personal lives and add more to their friendship!

lmk if you enjoyed this chapter, and like always, like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this chapter <3

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borderlinebelle · 8 months

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leonscape · 3 months

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i feel like we all perceive the suitors differently based on who we are and idk why or what compelled me to make this post but i’m sharing anyways

i’ve seen people hc sexualities and i feel like i have a unique view because im ace but i also don’t call characters gay just because? i have never developed feelings for anyone nor do i participate in discussions about who’s hot and who’s not. im kinda not wired that way so i feel like that makes my perspective different.

i think it’s interesting when people call the suitors gay and ship them because they’re actually straight, meant for a female audience. it’s not heterosexual content and i think it really comes down to how the characters are written, and the type of person viewing the characters.

disclaimer: this is my opinion you do not have to agree with it, but i do ask you to be respectful. you do not need to argue your opinion or against mine so let’s keep it chill

okay let’s start ^_^

jin is straight there’s literally no arguing this one. his love of women is very intense but he’s just being one of the bros unapologetically? i think everyone can agree on this one.

chevalier hear me out is ace. i bet he’s the type to read erotica with a straight face and it truly is for the plot. it doesn’t bother him and he doesn’t pay attention to that kind of thing. if we take out the otome aspect out of ikepri, he’d just be aroace fr. and i think this way because he tells emma to prove that romance and love has worth. so i don’t see him attracted to men and i don’t think he’s attracted to women either he just falls in love with emma because she’s the beauty to his beast romance?

clavis probably is also ace, gray ace. in my post about ace hc’s i said he’s probably ace and im pretty sure that was before his route came out and now after having played it, i still stand by that. i think sexual attraction isn’t important to clavis. i think he’s more worried about abandonment and figuring out if this person is his ride or die kind of person. i just think his priorities are different and maybe that’s why it seems like he comes off as ace. i do not see him being attracted to men.

leon is straight. maybe it’s jin’s influence and i see them as very similar. maybe it’s purely just my perception of him. i have heard that some people think his bi because everyone is charmed by him? but i just don’t see him reciprocating that kind of preference to guys. i think he also has a hard time reciprocating energy towards women too. idk i guess i imagined him talking to a nice girl, everything’s going well, but his stomach drops as he reminds himself that he’s a fake. he doesn’t let people get too close to him otherwise he will get eaten alive by the guilt from deceiving them but he’s also afraid to tell them. i mean how is he supposed to tell his partner when he hasn’t told his closest brothers? the brothers that he’s grown up with and grown close to? i also just think he’d be enthusiastic about being a dad and starting a family because he didn’t know his parents and he didn’t even have the luxury of having leon’s parents either so i think it would mean a lot to him to start a family and give his kids a mom and a dad. wait this isn’t a post about just leon i got carried away oops but does this mean i think leon is ace? nah he’s just afraid that his insecurity in his identity will damage the relationships he has and the illusion of leon.

yves is ace i don’t care what they say his spicy content feels very performative and fan service-y to me. i said he’s ace in my ace hc post too so i still stand by that. he gets embarrassed when he talks about it so i don’t think he’s really comfortable in his sexuality? me personally i project onto yves just a bit?? like im just gonna say that desire does not equal sexual attraction because i get confused and uncomfortable about it sometimes so i have to remind myself. i think he wants to participate in those types of acts but feels conflicted. also i know he’s the resident femboy and that’s more likely to get him labeled as gay or something but i actually don’t see him being into men but we know he’s an ally from that one bond story of his.

licht, i swear im not doing this on purpose because of my own biases, but he’s ace too bro. he doesn’t really pay attention to sexuality and attraction and stuff. or maybe the more traumatized or mentally ill they are the more i think they’re ace. wait that’s not true i’ll get to nokto after this. yeah idk licht is depressed af so he don’t have time to think “mmh men” or “mmh women” or “mmmhh both” there’s no attraction until after he established a relationship so yeah i guess he’s demisexual.

nokto is gay. okay fine i’ll say bi. weeell ok not naming names but kinda because it’s a small fandom and it’s not hard to figure out. but my perception of him has definitely been influenced by fandom. now i just think he likes men

luke is honestly i don’t know i guess he’s straight. he doesn’t do sus things and he just seems like what jin was like before his addiction to breasts and to “the sand in the hourglass” (assuming jin wasn’t always a pervert like that).

i do not have enough information on gilbert

keith is straight you cannot tell me he wouldn’t have a wife and 10 kids if he was born a commoner. he’d be a farmer just plowing the fields, growing medicinal plants, and providing for his family. he just seems like a straight up guy (see what i did there) making an honest living and obeying his wife who is in charge of the household.

silvio is another straight guy. attracted to women but doesn’t want to be because his money attracts the wrong kind of women.

rio also straight he’s probably only attracted to emma actually so yeah i know we joke about it but i think this guy really just only likes emma

finishing off the list strong with my sariel ace hc. yeah he’s giving the “i’m too busy with work/school” ace tbh. he’s like the professional guy that ignores the flirting but every once in a while it does affect him if he’s interested. but i don’t think he experiences much attraction and maybe he doesn’t have time either?

#will delete this later if ppl don’t reblog #i’m tired

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ech0lesss · 1 year

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If you're comfortable with it, could you make some headcannons for Streber x (Y/n) x Kevin? <3

FUCKK YEAHHHH WE NEED MORE KEVIN AND STREBER POLY CONTENT

If you wanted something more specific lmk! I couldn’t add a cut because I’m on mobile, sorry bout that, I’ll add it later but I don’t have access to my laptop rn.

Part 2 is out!

Word Count: 2,336

Proofread: The first half, yes

Content: Gn reader (they/them pronouns used), SUPA LONGG headcanons because there is a severe lack of these boys, reader gets fired from their job and joins candy club (not specified what job they had before), reader is a little gremlin for like 2 headcanons

Streber x Kevin Poly HCs

It was a late and rainy night and you needed shelter, and the only place that was nearby and open was the candy shop.

You walked in and started a conversation with the dude who worked there, mostly just small talk about the weather but he seemed tired and stressed out.

You asked him his name and he told you it was Kevin. Noticing his stress, you asked if he was alright.

“Never better.” He responded in a sarcastic tone. You sighed, asking if there was anything he could help with. He pondered for a moment, and said there were some boxes in the back he needed help moving.

You gladly helped him with his job, it was the least you could really do.

He thanked you for your help, and you stayed with him a bit to pass the time. You kind of got to know him a little bit, and you two got along well.

When the rain calmed down, you finally said goodbye and left him. You did think he was pretty cool and chill, you wouldn’t mind going to see him again.

So a week later you found yourself on another late night walking around town, bored out of your mind.

You saw the candy club again and decided to say hello to Kevin, maybe it’d make his day.

So you walked in and he greeted you, seemingly bored out of his mind.

You striked up a conversation with him just like last time, keeping him company. He seemed to enjoy it.

After a few weeks of coming over and just hanging out in his company, you started to get closer and closer. You could call yourself pretty good friends at this point, you swing by the candy shop about twice a week or so.

One day you got fired from your job due to the place you worked at ended up shutting down, so you were desperate for another one. You then had an idea, you could call up Kevin and see if they were hiring. You didn’t really have anywhere else to go, so you went to candy club and got a job.

It wasn’t so bad, you got to work with one of your friends, plus he seemed to really enjoy your company so it was a win-win.

One day someone walked in, a shorter looking person with dark hair and an alternative clothing style. He greeted Kevin by his name, so you assumed they knew each other.

Kevin greeted the man back, who’s name was apparently “Streber”, and they had a quick conversation you weren’t listening to.

Streber said goodbye and gave him a quick kiss, which caught you by surprise, you didn’t know Kevin was dating anyone.

You asked him about who he was, and Kevin said it was his boyfriend. They’d been dating for about a year and Kevin continued to ramble on about him. You weren’t listening to most of what he said, but you thought he sounded nice.

Asking Kevin if you all could hang out someday for fun, Kevin replied enthusiastically with a yes, you two were pretty close friends so he was decently trusting of you.

So one day you, Kevin, and Streber, decided to just go to a restaurant and hang out for a little bit. You were basically a third wheel to the pair, but you really didn’t mind.

The time you spent with them was fun, and you got to know Streber more as a friend. You even got his number so you could talk more, and Streber seemed to like you a lot.

Kevin liked how you and Streber got along, so he asked if you would want to hang out again with him and Streber. Of course you said yes, they were your closest friends at this point (and maybe your only.)

You three always talked everyday, almost every second occupied with them. You were like the golden trio. You had to say, deep down, you were kind of developing some small feelings for both of them. You would never say that to anyone, but you had to admit to yourself, you were.

It didn’t help that Streber was so touchy, or that Kevin was so cute. You wanted them both to yourself.

And over time, you found your tiny crush growing into an obsession. Oh boy.

You had fallen for both of them pretty hard, you could admit, but you didn’t know what to do with your feelings. You didn’t want to ruin their relationship or their image of you, of course not!

Meanwhile with Kevin, his feelings for you were growing, too. And he was too scared to admit his feelings to anyone, either, so he had to keep his thoughts safe. He loved his boyfriend, he really did, but he also liked you too.

Streber was also developing the same feelings for you. Though he may not have known you as long as Kevin did, he fell for you quite fast. He’s not always comfortable enough around someone to be so touchy with them, except Kevin, so when he found comfort in being around you just like he was with his boyfriend, he could tell that he was probably falling for you.

The couple didn’t know how to explain this to each other, they didn’t want to ruin their own relationship, but they were torn between you and the other. Of course they had no idea they both liked you and you liked them back, but Streber eventually found the courage to talk to Kevin about it.

Kevin was his boyfriend, of course he would be supportive about it! He always was, so was there much to be worried about?

(A/N: I kinda made a tiny little confession drabble right here, don’t mind me…)

“Hey, Kev? I need to talk to you about something.” Streber’s voice appeared from the doorway of their shared bedroom, where Kevin was.

“Sure, what’s up?” Kevin leaned back in his seat, a slight smirk on his face.

Streber sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I feel like theres something thats been going on and I need to tell you… promise to be understanding?” Kevin nodded, a little worried about where this was going. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

“I’ll just say it…I think I’m falling in love with y/n. Well, I don’t know, I love you but I also love them at the same time, and I want be with both of you…” Kevin was in shock. He didn’t know how to react to this information, but inside he was happy to know that Streber felt the same way he did.

“Streber…I think I feel the same way you do. I think I’m falling in love with y/n the same way you are, but of course I still love you too.” “Really?” Streber had stars in his eyes. “Yes, really! I love you both.”

Streber was overcome with joy, he tackled Kevin into a snuggle attack while they ranted positively about the three of you all night long.

Now that they knew how each other felt, they were confident enough to try and confess to you. Kevin would actually be more shy about it, when Streber would be more enthusiastic and confident about it.

So one day, you were invited by Kevin and Streber to watch a movie and have a sleepover at their house. It might’ve been a thing for kids, but who cared, you were all having fun.

Streber and Kevin were caught up in a snuggle pile on the couch, while you sat on the floor before them. You admitted you kind of wanted to join their cozy snuggle pile, but you didn’t wanna be weird, so you just sat on the floor.

After the movie, they told you they invited you over to tell you something important.

(A/N: Another drabble because I want to 😌 this one’s longer so prepare yourself.)

The screen in front of you faded to black, (I love that song!) as the movie ended. “Man, that movie was pretty good.” Streber commented. “What did I just watch?” Kevin had a horrified look on his face. “Uh, a horror movie.” You replied playfully. “I know that, but Jesus, that was pretty gorey.” “Well duh, that’s the whole point of horror movies, silly!” Streber said.

Kevin smirked at his playful comment, but his smile dropped and blush was brought to his face as if he just remembered something. He leaned into Streber’s ear and whispered something, and Streber whisper-yelled “Ohh, right!” You had no idea what they were saying, but you didn’t wanna waddle into their business.

“Uhm, hey y/n?” Kevin asked. “Hmm?” “U-Uh, we need to talk to you about something, can you come sit up here for a moment?” Kevin asked. Whenever someone says that they need to talk to you, you always know it might be bad. “Oh, yeah, sure.” You prepared yourself for the worst as you sat up on the couch next to Streber, who was sitting next to Kevin.

“Hey, so, we just wanna tell you something, can you try to be understanding and on the same level as us? We understand if you respond negatively, but there’s just something we need to tell you.” Streber disclosed. You were starting to get really nervous about what they were going to say. “Okay, just spit it out please.” Streber took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“Me and Kevin have been developing a crush on you, we both love you and each other.” Wow, ok. Not what you were expecting but it was better news than what you were thinking of. “Damn guys, did you really have to make it sound like you were about to confess to a murder? Jokes aside, I feel the same way about you two. I’ve been torn between you for awhile now, and I love you both back..”

Streber gasped in surprise. “Really!?” He squealed. “Yeah, really.” You smiled softly as he pulled you into a tight hug. Kevin sighed from relief. “Thank god.” He joined your group hug and you three snuggled the whole night in their bed.

It was safe to say you were dating the two now, in love with them both. Everyday you guys would talk, and when you got comfortable enough to move in with them, they would both be over ecstatic.

Kevin is the more shy one when it comes to any form of affection, he loves it but it’s just so awkward and he doesn’t know how to initiate it. His receiving love language is words of affirmation, he loves hearing you utter the words “I love you” in his ear. It makes him feel truly cared for. His giving love language is quality time.

Streber is definitely more outgoing and touchy, he’s very comfortable with PDA. He always loves being around you. His receiving love language would be gifting, and his giving love language would be physical affection.

Cuddle piles are a thing. Sometimes you guys just have a lazy morning where you all lay in a cluster of love.

I headcanon Streber as pretty short, so maybe like, 5’3-5’5 and Kevin as 5’8. Streber is most definitely a little spoon and Kevin a big spoon. Streber likes the comfort of being in the middle of you and Kevin though, while you two wrap your arms around him and keep him warm.

The only thing that Kevin likes about his job is that your there with him, it gives him comfort that he’s not always alone.

If you and Streber find yourself home alone for any reason, he’ll bug you in a loving way. If you ask him to stop, he always will. Most of the time you are both home alone, your both cuddling together.

If it’s the other way around and Streber isn’t home, Kevin likes to spend his time with you watching a movie or just watching you do your thing. If you want to cuddle he’s always up for it, but will almost never ask you. He just likes spending time with you, even if your not in the same room.

You three always love going out, whether it be going to a restaurant or a walk in the park, quality time together is always appreciated.

Sometimes Streber will ask if he should do something stupid and Kevin will always discourage it. You probably encourage the stupid idea and it almost happens.

For example, you guys are walking over a bridge and Streber says “Man, wouldn’t it suck if I jumped off of here right now.” “Streber, no.” Kevin groans, having to control his two gremlins. “I bet you won’t do it.” You remark.

That is actually probably your relationship dynamic lmao, see image below:

Kevin is the more protective one in the relationship. While Streber is the friendlier and more outgoing person, Kevin is like the guard dog. He might be a little overprotective but he wants to keep you two safe.

Someones staring at you or Streber a little too much? He’s glaring daggers. Someone gets a little too touchy? He’s gonna kindly put his arm around your shoulder and scoot you away.

Though he may try to be intimidating, I don’t think he could barely take a punch. Would never win in a fist fight.

Streber is more of a cat person while Kevin is a dog person.

Streber sends you random videos he finds funny. It could be a random TikTok of someone falling off a building or a fish meme, you never know 💀

Streber is literally just so kind and cute on the outside, but really he wants to wreak havoc upon the world.

Kevin is the dude who just doesn’t gaf anymore. On the outside at least, he’s more caring and protective when you get to know him.

I might make more hcs of these goofballs later but this should be enough to feed y’all for now. :D

Sorry this took a little while, I just went on vacation plus I didn’t expect this to get so long. Hopefully this one was okay, I feel it could’ve been better but it was long af so hopefully you guys like it or some of it makes sense.

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