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wonustars · 8 months

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𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺

I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!

Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni) j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.

Smut Tags/Warnings: smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,). if i've missed anything lmk! :}

Word count: 4556 words.

Note: HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.

SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.

After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too.

Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years.

You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door.

The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face.

“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice.

“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled.

Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you.

“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer.

His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night.

“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction.

To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago.

He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal.

If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.

You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you?

“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality.

“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that.

His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach.

You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls.

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Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only

people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation.

“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu.

Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention.

“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle.

“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.

Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.

While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys.

The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him.

“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him.

You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.”

“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul.

“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname.

“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions.

“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again.

We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head.

You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat.

“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him.

He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too.

“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off.

“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long.

“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in.

“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him.

“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear.

You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding.

“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.”

“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying.

The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom.

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship.

On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him.

“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying.

“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice.

His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go.

“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade.

Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go.

All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him.

Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him.

Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you.

You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving.

“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true.

“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink.

Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit.

“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk.

“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though.

“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt.

He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time.

“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now.

Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it.

Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth.

“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure.

“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good.

He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you.

“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy.

Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips.

“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time.

Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.

“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds.

Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more.

“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm.

“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly.

The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you.

“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss.

“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth.

“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks.

You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later.

The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice.

“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully.

“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink.

You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example.

“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back.

“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.

The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything.

As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind.

“Home?” he asks.

“Home.” you respond.

a/n: there you have it kind reader! you've reached the end. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D leave a like, comment or even a reblog!!! i wanna hear your thoughts. mwah mwah, anna <3.

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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fiending for something, might just be a meaning

summary; jj’s earned the Godforsaken punishment.

warnings; angst, some fluff, reader questions a lot

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

a/n; requests are open & guidelines are posted, gif and divider creds to owner. proofread, but may have mistakes.

“she’s just been pissing me off lately more than usual!”

jj’s prominent raspy voice echoed unknowingly. a billowed porch adorning the whole of the apartment. an apartment that both you and jj intermediately held in the palms of your hands. you keeping one job and jj getting hired and fired by multiple— but still … you made it here nonetheless. savings bursted through all for this.

a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. creme-colored walls, resembling that of softness. hard wood floors, perfectly polished and swept cleanly. jj known living off of john b wasn’t ideal for the rest of his life, nor did he really have a place to call home.

determination striked jj at an alarming rate he was determined to prove to you that he could do this—that he would take part in purchasing his own apartment. with the one and only person he’d even remotely think of sharing it with. he was determined to give light to you desires— the exact moment you’d both turned eighteen, dating two years checked off, getting you own place together was practically in the cards.

just the thought of, having you whenever, wherever, however he wanted you.

what his girl wants, she gets.

you were aware that you had him wrapped around your finger, which is why it was bombarding you thoughts.

why were you pissing him off?

what could you possibly have done?

you’d been sat in the open space that would be living room, legs spread enough for the large box to fit between them. a cardboard box filled to the brim with decorations that were yours, that’s your take the time out to purchase. wether it be online or in store, you made positive that this home would be something memorable.

you were both so fucking proud.

and didn’t care who knew it.

so why is jj complaining to pope and john b right now?

he had to be much more small minded than you’d thought or he just simply didn’t care that you were overhearing him speak ill of you. there wasn’t much to the apartment now, an air mattress in the living room and only small items for separate rooms— what fit in your car really. because the moving truck with nearly all thrifted furniture would arrive later in the week. a box for the kitchen with utensils, a box for the bathroom with necessities, and same for the bedroom only decorations.

seemingly so, you are doing all the work. you’d pulled the boxes out of your car, yourself. sorted through things, yourself. jj simply toured john b and pope around the apartment, boasting and what not. and for the past hour they have been outside fucking around like children. so no you weren’t pleased at first with jj’s actions, but your elation for your first home helped it subside.

but now you are searing with frustration.

that smug fucker knew exactly what he was doing, letting you do all the heavy lifting and prancing around without a care in the world.

you’d wanted to share the joy of your first home with him and sulk in it, rather than feeling ignored, used and thrown to the side.

and he the nerve to say you pissed him off.

the walls are thin and the porch is connected directly the living room past the screen door, so there’s no way he couldn’t have known you heard that. no way.

“that’s just how she’s been lately man, i don’t know,” john b wisely chimes in.

“every time i ask her something she snaps.”

jj continues, and then you begin to simmer with the fact that maybe he’s talking about another she or her. but there is no other she/her that’s annoyed him enough to tell john b or pope about it, you just couldn’t resonate as to who jj could be talking about. you’d decided that he was gossiping about you, putting two and two together it was the only thing that made logical sense to you. making you doubt that maybe this isn’t what jj wanted, maybe you moved to fast.

either way, if jj wanted to brush past you.

you were going to do the same.

shortly after, you assumed they were tired of hearing jj’s complaints with a mix of mosquitos attacking them. it is then that you hear jj say “it’s our first night apart jb, don’t cry though i’m a phone call away.”

it is then that jj earns a playful smack to the back of his head. hand on the door handle presuming that he was caught up in there dismissal, inches away from entering the apartment.

“i’m a phone call away,” you mocked under your breath. echoes of hearing bye y/n in the distance. john b and pope knew you could hear well enough to say goodbye, how couldn’t jj?

sheer stupidity you’d thought.

were you jumping to conclusions?

did you miss something?

kie hasn’t been around enough lately for him to be conversing of her?

little did you know he was talking about kie, jj had been going on about her since she got a new boyfriend and the pogues as a whole haven’t seen her enough lately.

so what then ?

your thoughts are interrupted by the crouching of jj in front of you, whilst you continued to peer down a particular piece decor. a photo, you were cradled into jj’s lap— he pretended to lick your beeming cheek, and you pretended to push him away as if you didn’t like it, though he actually did end up licking you. you sneered at it, eyes glazing over at your boyfriends insensitive comments.

“baby!”

jj had yearned for you the third time, he’s on the floor now- feet pressing against yours whilst he sat, leg length to fit the box between you two. mirroring your stature. his head it tilted, try to read your movements— all you can muster is a glare towards jj.

intending on keeping your problems only, between the two of you. only.

what game is jj playing? was it that he wanted a place, and then waiting for the right moment to cut you loose?

“hm.”

you hummed, not willing to utter words. as the silent treatment is looming over him.

“alright, what’s the matter, you got that mean stare going on .. and it’s kinda hot i’m not complaining but ..” he trails off, hoping you would interject— performing hand gestures of surrender and all.

jj despised silence, and right now it’s thick and sauntering, he feels like he’s going to croak right here and now if you don’t say something. he sensed the change in your attitude the moment you didn’t greet him, in your usual cheeriness. the glint in your eye is gone, shoulders hanging low, lips pursed.

where did his baby go ?

jj longed to hear your saccharine voice. how your tongue would roll any time you talked, sometimes he thought you did it purposely just to have him aching uncontrollably for you. it was heaven sent, angelic and blissful, but it’s gone. and he’s desiring to hear the sensation. the way it rings beyond his ears and settles the entirety of his body.

“if i don’t know what’s wrong, i can’t help you baby.”

his manner was sweet, just above a whisper. living is not without you, so what would a world be living with his girl, if he could not live.

“then don’t”

you bite back, you’d normally feel guilty for even saying the slightest tragic word to jj. but you can’t help it, he’d said you pissed him off. so now you were going to give him a real reason to be pissed off. and since you were snappy in his eyes, you guaranteed to show him snappy. insulting you and then leaving the mess for you clean up. leaning your weight onto your hand, you aimlessly throw the picture frame back into the box, trailing to the sheet clad air mattress.

jj’s mouth ran dry, ashamed that he’s absolutely fucking clueless as to what he’s done this time. he ran the entire day through his head and couldn’t think of one thing he’d done wrong. he’d always been unfamiliar with how to deal with your moods, because he’s only known anger and fighting. and he’d be damned if he’d react that way with you.

he decided to let you have it.

maybe what you feel is valid, maybe not, but he knew better than to prod.

you’d wish there’d been a sofa here already, jj would be in for a sore back and no sleep tonight.

you aren’t that harsh .. maybe.

his lover, feet away, left him dumbfounded. he constantly avoided fights, and the fact that one has crept it’s way in he’s struggling to keep composure. falling to pieces at the seams.

besides the fact that’s it’s 8 pm, eternally meaning that you wanted nothing to do with jj. and he was aware of that simply removing your biker shorts that framed your figure so tastefully. you felt his eyes burning a hole in your back, whilst you crawled under the small throw blanket, facing the wall— knowing full well it wouldn’t be enough to keep you warm all night.

you should’ve just talked to him and all of this could’ve be solved … but you’d decided to be stubborn due to the running of jj’s mouth and the zero progress that was made in unpacking today.

his face was long, and there was a soft jut to his lip beginning to form. he followed you. a lost dog.

he didn’t even want to shower, because he could not bare it. he just needed to fucking touch you, he wanted your hands wandering his flesh as it would.

but he knows that you won’t.

he knows you.

jj has officially earned the damned silent treatment.

his holed up—green cargo shorts fall past his feet. sleeveless shirt thrown over his shoulder, landing God knows where. but what jj knew is that he was going to make certain that you speak to him. black boxers hugging his waste deliciously, he climbs in hoping for a miracle.

for all about five minutes jj keeps his distance, his side firm against the air mattress. your eyes are wide open— aligning the crème colored paint. though you aren’t facing him, you imagine the messiness of his blonde tousled locks and the sorrow in his crystal like eyes. jawline firm in distaste jj enters the flaming fire.

sneakily wondering his hand to your side, grasping it with besot and cravings. he squeezes it once to let you know he’s here and he squeezes it twice to let you know he needs you.

and you let him because you needed it too.

but you couldn’t accept it.

not after today.

you swat his hand away beneath the throw blanket, he wallowed in his last few touches as he slid his fingertips down your back.

the skin so velvet to the touch, tender and his.

it was his.

so he was defeated that he couldn’t have it.

“baby please, m’not gonna be able to sleep.”

he adjured, thirsting to even just kiss your hair.

but you never answered, and jj never slept.

spices of cinnamon filled your airway, your groggy mind pleased with the scent.

jj had something in mind to when you over, but not breakfast exactly. he was humming, a tune of pleasure playing from the speakers of his slim black iphone. jj walked to the closest store, mind racing pondering of all the possibilities of what would happen when he arrived home.

if you acted like that yesterday, who knows what he’ll get today.

the closest he’d gotten to you last night was an elbow in the rib cage, he’d hoped it was because of you being a restless sleeper and not that you were dreaming of mangling him in your sleep.

it took him all night to come up with his master plan, that you’d soon see.

the anthem grew louder and so did jj’s singing, a lyric of something about … “i don’t even mind sharing oxygen, i just wanna get lost inside your lungs”

rays of the sun burning furiously, blinds really need to be implicated immediately.

jj purposefully cut onion for an ‘omelet’, on a paper plate—the past week of fast food, the paper plates were a must.

jj didn’t know how to make a fucking omelet and the cinnamon roles were prepackaged … obviously, it’s jj.

but he has a plan.

he side eyed your figure, standing from the air mattress, after neatly folding the throw blanket back in its place. spaghetti strap showing him all of what he pleaded to see but couldn’t have. panties pulled aimlessly to your waist, and he had to muster the courage to control himself.

“good morning! my pretty girl! m’making you breakfast!”

jj echoes but you proceed to stick to not answering. trailed to the bathroom where yours and jj’s tooth brush accompanied one another on the granite counter top. mint tooth paste beside it. you load the tooth brush, suds covering your mouth as you continue to hear the cycle of jj’s broad voice.

but then a “ow! son of bitch!”

jj saunter, implicating a image of hurt as he leaned his head to the cabinets, unwilling to face the embrace that was definite to come. you spit out the therabreath that was once swooshing around in you mouth, turning the corner of the bathroom, and making a b-line towards the kitchen.

was he hurt ?

pain was perpetually something that you always tried to prevent jj from.

thought you haven’t done a willingly decent job, he deserved the scolding silence in your opinion.

but not now.

not when he’s like this.

“c’mere j! let me see it!”

your eyebrows knit together, whilst you battened with him to see his hand. yanking and pulling him towards the sink to get cool water on the possible cut.

kitchen knives and jj were not a match.

thankfully though the cinnamon rolls were merely one third into its cooking session, those would not burn, so to speak. and clip slovenly clasped your hair, spun around delightfully. he inspected you closely, praising that you were in arms length.

your hands hooked around jj’s wrist, his heart thumping with each movement.

God, his deep devotion for you grew by the second.

he releases his hand to you after constant pulling, and your eyes are met with nothing. absolutely nothing, not a cut, not a scratch, not even a scuff. nails long and trimmed and bits of his skin of the sides that he’d bitten the last time he was away from you for two days.

“you ass! you lied!”

a shit eating grin is plastered onto jj’s features, whilst you bore at him with you eyes in disbelief but also eminently surprised that he came up with that on his own. you still had reason to be fuming, but as night passed you faltered.

and even through the stubbornness, you still longed for jj.

he quickly throws his arms around you from behind, trapping you.

because even in an empty apartment you two were somehow still going to be conjoined.

“sure did baby, had to hear your voice.”

“well this is the last time you’re hearing it … bastard!”

“i still got you to talk to me.”

and at that you heart drowned pitifully, you went to bed irate over something that could’ve been resolved.

you huff at the truth spinning on your feet to face jj, he’d then caged you in against the coolness of the marble patterned kitchen counter. he mindlessly taunted you with his plump lips, despite yesterday. you still urged to feel him beneath your fingertips, to engrave in your mind that he was fine. you poked at his arms, squeezing about. until you were bellowing forward. slowly enfolding your mouth with his, and to much his dismay he obliged. hands settling about the small of your back, thumb circling just eager to taste you.

gotta stick with this plan more often, he thought

“fuck.”

jj mumbled, mouth roaming and moving angrily with yours.

“i fucking love you, baby”

he pressed into the kiss, he needed you to digest those words, taste them, feel them in your bones, make your knees crumble beneath you. trying to keep up with your pace he pushed you flush against him, wrestling with your mouth speedily.

“now do you want to know why you earned the silent treatment?”

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clingy

pairing: jimin x reader | type: drabble | words: 2.5k | rating: 18+/M

Your clingy boyfriend eats you out in an attempt to keep you home.

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Your boyfriend has been really clingy lately. Like the kind where if you go to the bathroom, Jimin’s sure to be right behind you. At first you were annoyed, which is hard to do when his big, brown eyes bore into you and his creme colored ears perk up.

But you eventually succumbed to his cuteness. And you can’t deny that it gives you somewhat of an ego boost to have him always attached to you, always trying to steal kisses or skipping foreplay all together just to drag you to bed.

Jimin is a master of persuasion, making it hard to leave for work, or even hang out with your friends. You’ve even tried to get him to go with you sometimes, but he wants you all to himself. As toxic as it may sound, it’s never been that serious because usually all you have to do is satiate the horny little fox that possesses him. Afterwards, he becomes too tired to get out of bed and jump you or lock you into a deathly grip.

“Jimin, Baby, let go of me,” you giggle, grabbing his arms around your waist. He digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you.

“Don’t leave,” Jimin whines, prompting your gaze down behind you to see him pouting. Your eyes wander his plump lips, glistening with his favorite strawberry gloss. Then you meet his dark brown gaze, amused at how big they are. Any wider, and you think he might be able to peer into your soul.

“I promised Taehyung that I’d be there for his show tonight. He sounded really nervous last time we talked.” You’re pouting now, trying to be just as cute as him which is probably impossible.

Jimin only looks at you, causing your heart to stir as the anticipation of your decision becomes unbearable in silence. But lucky for you, he catches your brows relax, signaling him to make a move.

Without warning, he leans back, still wrapped around your waist as you fall onto the bed. Your head hits the mattress so hard, spurring a bout of whiplash.

“Oops! Sorry, Baby. You okay?” he asks, cupping your cheeks.

You hum, feeling his hand slide under your neck to massage your nape. Scooting up, he lets you see the way his gaze turns sultry as his beautiful lashes try to hide his dilated pupils.

He’s probably not that sorry —probably elated—because now he can have his way with you, seeing as you’re slightly immobilized. Jimin can feel his cock straining against his tight little shorts, begging to be milked by your cunt.

“Jimin~” you whimper, a chill running through your body as he hits a nerve.

“Mhm, Baby, you’re already crumbling when I haven’t even done anything.”

“You know what you do to me, don’t play.”

“Me? Playin’?” Jimin raises a brow, his other hand traveling down your side to caress your stomach before slipping the other into your sweatpants to cup your heat.

“I don’t understand,” Jimin says timidly, his head tilting and his eyes widening. He looks so innocent and truly curious as his big fluffy ears twitch. But then he smirks, not bothering to hide it, wanting you to be aware of your torture. How can someone with such a baby face be this depraved? It’s sometimes a little jarring but ultimately fun because of how unpredictable he can be.

He dips down to kiss you, soliciting your moan. Biting your bottom lip, he moves to suck on the inner vermillion. He loves the way his lips are able to glide and lap up your taste.

“I hope your pussy is as wet as your mouth,” he whispers against your open mouth.

Jimin begins to rub small circles over your clothed clit, applying pressure to every other swirl of his fingers. Your head knocks back and your mouth gapes but no sound escapes. The only signs of pleasure are the shake of your legs and rising of your chest.

He hums at the way your face contorts, taking delight in your anguish. He removes your shirt, lending the cold air to harden your nipples. He loves this part as your buds reach peak sensitivity, aiding him in getting you aroused much faster, but ultimately have you aching at his drawn out teases.

Jimin wastes no time, wrapping his tongue around your perky buds, swirling slow circles and sucking. Then he releases with a pop, lightly grazing the tip of his warm tongue over to tease you.

“Please~ Jimin,” you whine. He tilts his head up, a smug smile splayed across his face.

“Should I?”

You nod your head, gazing at Jimin through your heavy lashes. He giggles at how quickly you've become dazed. “Oh, you look so pretty begging.” He leans down into your neck, sucking hard till it becomes hot. You whine, prompting him to let up and lick the spot into a soothing warmth. He admires the bruise on your melanated skin; it’s a little light for his liking but it should be enough to send the message.

“Will you come back and fuck me, if I do?”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Good girl.” Your thighs squeeze together, smushing Jimin’s manicured hand. You gasp in pleasure when he pinches your clit to release your vice grip.

Suddenly, Jimin’s sitting up taking your bottoms off. You tilt your head to look at him and his dark eyes staring right back as he licks his lips. They still sparkle and glisten even after ravaging your mouth, but it won’t last long once the taste of strawberries and your essence has melded on his tongue.

Jimin kisses you lightly before his angelic face disappears from your sight. The shake of the bed causes you to hold your breath, waiting for the sensation of his warm mouth to hit your core. And when it finally comes, you sigh in ecstasy and your eyes close shut.

“So soft and plump,” he coos, rubbing a finger over the top of your mound. He loves that you only trim; it hides the best parts of your succulent pussy for him and it brings him extra warmth as he basks in its glory. Jimin loves the soft tickle on his lips, urging him to find home nestled deeply in your essence.

He traces down your slit, and your legs beg to open wider, but he grabs your hip in deterrence. “I don’t wanna see your little glistening cunt yet. I want it to spill out of your lips first.” You can hear the teasing tone in his voice, unable to do anything but cry as your whole body shakes.

It’s even worse when he blows along your slit. Jimin loves watching you squirm, he’s also aware of your limits. He won’t linger too long, but he’s going to go through each step. Why disrupt something that’s not broken? You always cum this way.

So finally, Jimin drags his tongue to trace your slit but never enters beyond. He pinches your plump mound, it spreads slightly as now he can see a little pink on the inner of your lips. He can feel himself getting wet from the anticipation of seeing your slicked out pussy. He imagines you’re a mess, the sweet tanginess of your essence ready to stimulate his senses.

Running his tongue along your spread lips, he then places soft kisses. He looks up to see that your hands are all over the place, not knowing where to go. You place them on your head then back down to cup your breast. You’re so overwhelmed, but you do know that if you press his face further into your weeping cunt, he’s just going to stop and leave you shaking for more.

“Okay, Baby,” Jimin coos, no longer wanting to keep you in this state. He pushes your thighs open, and with a pop, he no longer has to imagine your squelching pussy, as your lips open to reveal the beautiful scene.

You’re so wet and pungent with sweetness. Jimin spreads your lips wider and flicks his tongue on your clit. You jump and your legs shake. He gazes upon your gaping hole, contraction as you keep pushing out more slick for him to devour. Jimin sticks the tip of his tongue down into your abyss, just to get a little taste on his buds, and it's pure ecstasy as his eyes close, savoring the taste.

“Baby, you taste so fucking good,” he praises, hearing you moan as your little hole clenches.

Slightly sits up, he can’t take his eyes off your sparkling pussy as he pulls a pillow to place under your hips. Then he pushes your legs back to spread you wider, allowing slick to spill over the edge of your perineum and down to your puckered hole.

Jimin dips down to catch it, swirling his tongue over your rim, kissing and sucking. He pushes his tongue into your ass, lightly grazing his teeth over a swollen hole. Jimin smiles, eliciting you to moan his name.

He sits up, giving you a good glimpse of him licking his lips. Jimin's entire chin is drench, causing you to gasp and your brows to knit at the sight. You pussy squelches as he looks down at the pool between your legs.

“Now for the dessert.”

You let out a shuddering breath as he comes back down, immediately attacking your clit. He pulls back the hood to flick his tongue and suck at the sensitive red bud. And your eyes roll back as you scream, “Oh my fucking God, Jimin! Suck my pussy, Baby!”

He giggles at the way you growl, rocking your hips against his sloppy, plump lips. You’re just as freaky as he is, so he never understands why you try to run from him. There's no need for other earthly decisions when he can give you pleasure whenever.

You listen to him slurp your essence up just to sloppily sputter it back into your flooding cunt. “So fucking wet. Such a dirty hole; need me to clean you up,” he coos.

You can’t bear it anymore, bring a hand to hold his face further into your sopping core. “Ugh, fuck me with your tongue, Jimin.” Your gasp turns cry when he thrusts his wet taste into your entrance, pushing himself deeper for his tongue to flexing up into your walls. It tickles sensation into your nerves, causing you to clench around him.

Jimin brings a hand to push one leg back, ultimately teetering you onto your side. He’s no longer worried about keeping you propped up, driving himself against you, wanting to get closer than he already is. From nose to chin he’s covered in your juices, the gushing sounds of your pussy spilling, from the sounds of the side of his mouth as spit runs down his cheeks.

“AAAAAAH! Jimin, wait. Wait, Baby,” you cry. But he’s not listening even as he takes a finger to swirl your puckered hole, and he lifts up for a split second to dip into your pussy, dragging two fingers back down to stretch your ass around his fingers.

You’ve completely gone ballistic, shaking and screaming as Jimin pumps his fingers into your ass, smirking at your ferocity before going back to devour you. You feel the pressure build up in your stomach, your whole body shaking as your fist twists into the sheets to the point your knuckles hurt.

“You horny fucking anal slut!” he growls, flicking his tongue and sucking your swollen asshole before releasing with a sloppy kiss. As he comes up, hair is wild and you watch a strand of your slick drip onto his shirt.

“Thank you,” you cry, your head falling back in exhaustion.

Light sparkles against his blown out pupils and he breathes heavily as his tongue runs along his upper lip. He was truly about to drown in your ocean.

Jimin’s wanderlust gaze suddenly turns cold as he grabs your thighs to flip you over onto your stomach. Then he lifts your ass up and presses onto your back guiding your chest and cheek onto the cool sheets.

“Hands on your thighs. Now,” he says darkly, giving a light slap to your ass. The sting feels wonderful, urging you to follow his commands in hopes for more.

Your hands wrap around the back of your plump thighs and his knee-high socks come beside your head as he gets under you. He props himself up on his hands to sit face to pussy. Sticking his tongue out, he catches the slick running down your cunt. It tastes so good, urging him to scoot up and wrap his arms under your thighs then over your ass. He spreads his own legs against your arms to deadlock you into position. There’s no escape.

Jimin swallows your pussy whole, sucking and swiping the expanse of his tongue up to meet your entrance so he can fuck into it. Then he traces back down, hooking into your clit and applying pressure to swirl deep into your bundle of nerves. Your body shakes and writhes, trying to run but it's no use.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin,” you plead, your final call devolving into gibberish as he ignores you. Once again, sloppily eating you out, his eyes close and his head sways. To him, your screams and cries are music to help him concentrate.

The knot in your abdomen tightens, feeling as though you’ve been doing the longest plank of your life. Then he sucks your clit, keeping one arm wrapped around your thigh as he brings the other to enter your pussy and begins pumping.

The white haze comes over you, your surroundings disappearing as you ascend into immense euphoria. The knot snaps, your body writhes and your temples relax as you feel a cold sweat wash over you.

Jimin coaxes you through orgasm, your body jerking away from his lips, so he has to follow you to stay attached.

“YEEEEEEESSSS, JIMIN!”

When your high descends, you still feel him licking and pumping. You know he’s going to keep going till you cum again, so you let it happen.

“I love you, I love you, I- AHHHHH!” You feel a snap once more but it's lighter and instead of feeling him inside of you, you feel your essence coming out. You hear your pussy gush and Jimin gasps like he didn’t see this coming. You’re screaming and he’s laughing, completely ecstatic at the squirt showering him.

When you feel the last of it dribble out, your pussy squelches and Jimin gives you no time as he places a peck on your hole. Your body jumps and your holes clench.

He admires the mess running down your legs, “So pretty and mine.”

You can’t help but giggle at the remark. You’re completely spent and soaking wet. You feel your boyfriend kiss the swell of your ass, rubbing a hand over the wet, supple skin. You can tell he’s getting cozy, cuddling up to you; a literal odd ball to be this in love with your ass.

He obviously thinks you’re not going anywhere. As long as you two have been together, you would think he knows you by now.

You’re still going out, but you will definitely be back to pay your dues.

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 12

Part 1 Part 11

Steve’s starting to like Eddie the Freak Munson. It would be a problem if he thought they’d ever get out of here. He can almost hear Carol’s derision and Tommy’s violence should Eddie deign to speak to him in front of witnesses. They’d snicker into their milk cartons about torrid love affairs and queerness being communicable, as if there was no other reason for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson to be seen together.

It would take minutes for Carol’s whispers to grow sharp, teeth bared into listening ears until Steve joins Eddie as person non grata to the Hawkins populace. Tommy would find Eddie opening his locker and slam his head into it, using fists and nails and slurs to make his opinion known.

Steve misses them.

But, he has Eddie now. Eddie, who says what he means. Who’s bandaged Steve up, pulled him off bathroom floors and grocery store aisles, and vine-filled alleyways. And he’s so goddamn distracting, Steve sometimes forgets how scared he is.

“Dungeons and dragons is like, for the creme de le creme, Harrington,” he says, pacing the length of his shoebox living room, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other throws his fucked-up dice up and down with surprising dexterity. “While you jocks are playing your sports ball, the rest of us are learning the ways of the blade.”

Steve laughs. “No, fucking way, man.”

Eddie spins, waggling his finger condescendingly in Steve’s face, towering over him where he’s seated on the Munson’s springy couch. “The blade is metaphorical, my liege, but the mettle we test and the bonds we strengthen are not!”

Steve leans back in his seat, slouching away from Eddie’s closeness. “You’re such a nerd.” He means it as a joke, but the way Eddie’s mouth twists makes regret curdle in his intestines. “So how does this work?” he asks, gesturing to the die now clutched in Eddie’s palm.

Eddie smiles, still leaning over him, dimples popping, before dropping to sit crisscross in front of Steve with alarming speed. He holds his hand out, throwing the die into Steve’s lap.

“Now, we’re talking Stevie,” Eddie says, flapping his hands, before shoving them beneath his butt and letting his bent knees flap instead. “It’s easy.”

Steve looks down at the die. It’s white and translucent, the red of the light from the windows turning it a soft pink. The edges feel almost sharp as he turns it over in his fingers, counting the sides. The numbers aren’t like normal dice, with the dots. They’re just numbers, slowly counting up, 1, 2, 3, all the way to twenty.

“There’s a dungeon master, moi,” he says, gesturing with grandiosity toward himself, “who spins a tale for the rest of the party.” Steve nods along, like he knows what a party means, or what a dungeon master is. “Alright, you ready, Stevie?”

“What? Munson, I didn’t agree to–”

Eddie jumps up, making Steve startle back, barely keeping hold of the die. “Sir Steven, arrives at the front of a castle. It’s covered in vines, they’re trailing up the windows, making it impossible to see the glass that covers them.”

Steve glances at the windows of the Munson trailer, the way the vines have blocked out more of the light, leaving trailing shadows like vines to cast shapes across the stained carpet.

“Sir Steven unmounts his horse,” Eddie says, miming lifting his leg off an imaginary beast and jumping down to the ground. Steve can almost picture it. “What do you do?”

Eddie’s making an almost uncomfortable amount of eye contact, eye’s shining with more life than he’s shown in what has to be days. “I go into the castle,” Steve replies, voice lilting in question. Is there a right answer?

Eddie claps his hands three times, quick and quiet, grinning as he drops back down, this time on the coffee table, leaning toward Steve. “Roll the die.”

Steve looks down at the die in his hand. He leans to the side, rolling it on the table by Eddie’s side. The clatter it makes as it bounces sounds loud in the absence of this world. It stops. Steve leans over at the same time as Eddie, Eddie’s hair tickling the back of his neck with the way it trails down.

“A nineteen!” Eddie says excitedly. “The door knob turns easily, both unlocked and well-oiled enough not to make a sound despite its apparent age. You walk into the castle. It’s dark in the foyer, but there’s a candle inexplicably lit, beckoning you up the stairs. Your armored feet clack loudly on the worn-down wooden floors as you walk up them. You reach the candle, what do you do?”

“I pick up the candle?” Steve asks.

Eddie picks up the die, putting it back into Steve’s hands. He rolls it. “Three?”

Eddie clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Just as you pick up the candle, it’s as if a breeze rolls through the whole castle. You keep a hold on the candlestick, but the flame goes out. You freeze. Sir Steven, you’re practically shaking in your boots! And then, a voice, dark and grating snarls out of the darkness in front of you, ‘who dares disturb my slumber??”

Steve looks down at the die, that damning three staring back at him. “So, low numbers make bad things happen, and high numbers make something good?” he asks.

Eddie waffles his hand back and forth, “sorta,” he says, pickup the die up off the coffee table and throwing it in the air again. “It’s more like, whether or not you complete that one action you list correctly. Like, a one is going to make you miss your target if you’re firing at something, yeah, but it doesn’t say anything about whether you should’ve been firing the gun in the first place.”

Steve digests this. “It’s kind of like sports stats,” he says, thinking aloud. “A high number of assists means you’re helping get the ball in the hoop, but it doesn’t say anything about how the game’s gonna go.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Eddie replies.

SIlence falls between them, the only sound the quiet slap of the die hitting Eddie’s palm. Steve waits. And waits. And waits. His impatience grows, “Well?”

Eddie snaps his eyes to Steve’s face, brow furrowed. “Well, what?”

“What happens with the sleeping dude?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide, more whites than pupil, as his mouth drops open, seemingly shocked by something Steve doesn’t understand. It takes him a second to continue, but he does.

Steve fights off some old magical wizard dude, destroying the castle and breaking the wizard’s curse in the process. He crumbles to dust. It’s kind of sad. He tells Eddie as much, only to get laughed at.

“He was tired, man,” he says. “All he wanted was for his nightmare to end, and someone to help him rest.”

Steve looks back at the vines crawling up the windows, and can’t help but empathize.

“I don’t know man,” he says. “Sports seem easier.”

Eddie laughs. “Sports are boring, Harrington. What’s there even to like about throwing a ball through a hoop like a bunch of cavemen?”

“It’s like,” Steve starts, before stalling out. Staring down at his knees. He’s still thinking about the wizard and how sad and tired he must’ve been. There’s something to be said about a game that doesn’t leave you in a moral quandary, wondering if assisted suicide is okay if the dude is tired and old enough.

“It’s like, when I’m swimming, or running the ball up the court, I’m so in my body that I’m out of it, you know?” Steve asks. “I don’t have to think about anything but the next step. Does that make sense?”

When he looks up from his knees, Eddie’s cheeks are rosy, and he’s holding a piece of hair in front of his mouth again. “Sure,” he says, voice almost squeaking out before he clears it, dropping it past his normal register, “That makes sense.”

Steve laughs. “Whatever, man.”

There are two feelings warring in Steve’s stomach. He’s more comfortable, here on a ratty couch playing a nerd game with Eddie Munson than he can ever remember being. He’s terrified of getting out, terrified of staying here, terrified of what waits for them outside these walls.

The feelings coalesce in his stomach, making him queasy. Or maybe he’s just hungry. He can almost smell the bacon frying on the griddle, can almost see Eddie in the booth across from him.

Maybe they can play his nerd game while they wait for a coffee refill. Steve sighs, not thinking of Tommy and Carol at all.

Part 13

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my fic #psa that i dont know anything about d&d #so we're headcannoning that eddie dumbed it down a LOT for steve it's really because wtf do i know

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chakoru · 1 year

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I DISAGREE . ㅤ ☆nct dream

the small little silly things you fight over as a couple

a very short drabble bc i miss them

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markৎ

he tries his best to quietly walk up behind you and after succeeding, he slowly places his dirty dish beside you as you stand over the sink

you stop the water to look at him, “seriously mark?”

“well, i mean, you’re already doing it..”

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renjunৎ

“move” he says as he pushes your feet off the couch

“what the hell?” you complained

“this is my side of the couch” he didn’t even spare you so much as a glance as he grabbed the remote and searched through channels.

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jenoৎ

“nooooo” he whined dragging out the ‘o’

“what do you mean, ‘nooo’“ you mimicked him, giving him the nastiest look.

“why do we always have to get your oreos, why can’t we get this new cookies and creme oreo” he was practically drooling as he held it in his hand.

is he stupid? you thought, “maybe because.. its already cookies and creme, idiot.”

“oh, you’re right”

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haechanৎ

haechan groaned, moaned and screamed altogether when your 6am alarm went off, “come on y/n?!”

“what?” you mumbled out groggily, you barely even heard the alarm, only waking because you heard him whining.

“i literally just went to bed, why do you even wake up this early-” he pauses to look out the window, “it’s barely even morning!” he shouts out as he turns back at you pointing at the lack of sunlight.

“the clock says otherwise”

“it’s still dark!”

“it’s not my fault you stay up all night doing whatever.” you complain back as you head for the bathroom. after he doesn’t answer you figure you won this arument and move the subject along. “what should we do today? i was thinking breakfast at that new diner and maybe catching a mov..”

he’s sleeping.

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jaeminৎ

“i need to pee” he said on the other side of the bathroom door

“hold it” you replied as you rinsed out your hair

“i still don’t get why you lock the door, you act like im gonna hound you at any moment” he groaned out, leaning his forehead on the door.

“because you are!”

“i just gotta pee! let me innnn”

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chenleৎ

he just got home. when he left there wasn’t this many plushies on the bed, “y/n” he calls out

“yes?” you peeked your head into the bedroom with a sly smile on your face

“what- when.. why?” he stammered gesturing towards the insane number of stuffed animals on your shared bed, looking between them and you

“the more the merrier” you simply replied out

he excused it that night simply because he was too tired.

a few days later, there’s more.

“hi babe, how was work?” you asked as you sat on your bed, back on the headboard. practically drowning in stuffing.

he doesn’t answer, instead grabs a pillow, blanket , and walks away. you obviously follow him, “chenle? what are you doing?”

“making your bed”

he heads back to the bedroom as you’re left standing there staring at the couch, your new bed, “wait.”

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jisungৎ

“that’s too much” you sighed out.

putting down the toothpaste he looks at you with a confused look, “what’s too much?”

“toothpaste”

almost immediatley he throws you a nasty look, “this is perfect, how else do you think my teeth stay pearly?”

you shrugged it off with a small “nevermind” but he grabbed the toothpaste bottle again and put more — in spite of you. “jisung!”

“If you’re not using this much i think we should stop kissing, i might catch something from you.”

#nct dream #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream drabbles #lee mark #mark lee #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee haechan #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung

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dlscenarios · 8 days

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Kiss It Better: Extended Version

Chapter II.

ICYMI -> Chapter I

The angst begins! This fic is basically just an oreo, but instead of creme, it’s depression. Once again, this IS cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3. Feeback is appreciated.

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It was easy to befriend Manjiro. He was like a ray of sunshine, always beaming and brightening up any room he was in. As the years ran on, he met new friends and the second that he got attached to them, he introduced them to you with an excited grin. After looking up to his brother for so long, Mikey created his own biker gang with the help of these new buddies: the Tokyo Manji Gang. As the established leader, Manjiro tried his best to mirror his older sibling. Shinichiro's gang was successful, so Mikey strived to do the same with Toman. Over time, you had grown accustomed to being surrounded by delinquent kids, despite the lingering fear of your friends biting off more than they could chew in fights. Regardless, you masked your apprehension and supported Mikey's new path in life. You'd struck a deal with him; he would give you free rides on his bike in exchange for first aid after you committed yourself to learning it. You had taught yourself how to properly care for all sorts of injuries, wanting to be prepared for when the boys got into fights or accidents. While they reaped the tangible benefits, your new skill was mostly for your own sake. This way, you wouldn't have to worry about the boys as much.

You were the person Mikey ran to after a fight. Several nights had begun with him knocking on your door, bloody and bruised. You'd guide him into the bathroom before cleaning and bandaging his cuts while Manjiro raved about how he'd gotten them. It always ended with him winning the fight, no matter the opponent nor how his injuries questioned his victory. You never doubted him though. He had grown up in his grandfather's dojo, after all. Surely Mikey could take out several men twice his size. He was invincible. No matter how bad of a shape he was in, you'd bet that his opponents received way worse.

Manjiro refused to let you witness a fight with your own eyes, yet he and his friends constantly bragged about their escapades. They all seemed like strong, capable fighters, so you believed them.

As Mikey's thirteenth birthday approached, Toman's officers agreed on the perfect gift for their leader: a new motorcycle. A feared delinquent shouldn't have a bike that can only go at a snail's pace and breaks down every five minutes. Shinichiro had actually found salvageable parts during a recent trip and planned to use them to modify Mikey's dream bike as a birthday gift. He only told you about the project, trusting you to help hide the surprise from his younger brother.

You assisted the older Sano whenever you could, mostly by handing him the tools he asked for from his workbench. You'd sit in his shop and watch as Shinichiro worked on the bike day and night, wanting it to be perfect for his protégé. While he had worked on countless bikes before, this was the most special one he had the pleasure of building. You swore he even had tears in his eyes when he heard the engine purr for the first time.

Mikey's party was scheduled for the 15th, five days before his actual birthday. The night before, Shinichiro stayed in his shop after closing, adding the finishing touches to the party plans. He wouldn't live long enough to see the joy on his brother's face as he unveiled his gift.

The next morning, your parents sat you down and carefully explained what had happened on the night of the 14th. Shinichiro had been found dead in his shop. The culprits? They were none other than Kazutora and Baji, two of Toman's founders and some of Mikey's closest friends. The boys swore that it was an accident — that they didn't know it was his shop until it was too late — but no amount of apologizing would bring back Shinichiro. He was gone, killed by two kids that only wanted the best for his baby brother. While both boys had been arrested, Kazutora took the blame so that Baji would be let go. Both plead guilty, but only Kazutora would be sentenced.

You spent the entire day with Mikey and his family. That night, Emma clung to you as she sobbed into your shoulder. How she hadn't cried herself into a dry husk was a miracle. You gently rubbed the small girl's back, yet your eyes were glued on Manjiro. He limply fiddled with the new action figure his grandfather had bought for his birthday. Blonde bangs fell in front of the eyes that had always seemed so bright despite their dark color. Now, they were lifeless. The energetic little boy you knew was no more. His innocence died on his birthday, the day his role model — his own brother — was stolen from him.

You had never seen Manjiro cry in the years you had known him. He was too proud to let anyone see him in such a vulnerable state; yet, after his sister had finally gone to bed that night, he couldn't take it anymore. You were preparing to leave, but Mikey grabbed your wrist. He refused to look at you, facing the ground as his hair covered his eyes in shame.

"Mikey?" You called. His shoulders were stiff as he inhaled sharply and bit his quivering lip. He didn't say anything, but you could make out the glint of a tear falling to the floor. You stepped closer and threw your arm around him. Manjiro immediately returned your embrace, burying his face into your shoulder. One of your hands rested on the back of his head, fingers lacing into his blonde hair as he choked out quiet tears.

Small sniffles and the wails he refused to stop holding back echoed throughout the room. His hands were trembling as he tightened his grip on the back of your shirt, almost like he was scared that you would leave him too. You were the only one he could turn to. Your touch was the softest he'd ever felt. He couldn't let you leave. He wouldn't be able to bear it.

His cracking voice came out muffled. "Don't go."

After a quick call to your parents, you agreed to stay the night. Mikey offered you his bed while he spread out a blanket for himself on the wooden floor. You sat at the edge of his bed, watching as the exhausted boy fluffed a pillow.

Sighing, you nudged his thigh with your foot. "Mikey."

"Hm?" He looked up from his crouched position. His nose and eyes were still red from his prior outburst.

You nodded to the head of his bed, "Get up here."

The two of you laid beside each other, recalling lighthearted memories in an attempt to lift the mood before falling asleep. While there was a noticeable gap between your bodies, your hand ended up in Manjiro's sometime during the night. His fingers intertwined with yours as he held your hand close to his chest, knuckles brushing against him.

From that day on, he put up a front that he was a strong leader, no longer believing that he was capable of being such. That was what Shinichiro had been and who Toman needed. The night after his brother's death was the first time Mikey had the courage to give in and be vulnerable.

You were the first person to see that. You were the first person to hold him tight and say that everything would be okay. You were the first person to witness the real Manjiro Sano.

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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I Wonder, Can I Have a Taste?

Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous/Possessive Flo, Insecure Flo / Reader. Mixed signals (Flo -> R!)

Smut: Oral (Reader), Strap-on (R), “Blow-Job” (Flo), Nipple Stimulation(F), Mommy (Flo), Angel (R), Marking (R/F)

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Florence had been a bit anxious about going to the Netflix premiere of Wonder alone, and so she was beyond thrilled that after only a tiny bit of pleading you'd agreed to go with her., "Y/N—darling, are you almost ready to go?," Florence shouted back towards the door of the hotel bathroom while looking herself over in the vanity mirror, smiling in pure amusement when you finally shouted back a labored yes. This was only ever meant to be a pitstop to change out of one fancy set of clothing, and into another. However you're not Miss. Hollywood so it takes you just a smidge longer to change outfits. She didn't really mind though, she would take your slow as a snail pace over being made to go alone any day.

"Shall we go then?," she turned around with an excited expression at the sound of your voice. Beautiful eyes of hazel gave you a slow once over, and you shyly looked away when they'd finally made their way up to yours., "You look stunning Y/N.," Flo complimented, thoroughly enjoying the way you were doing your best not to fall apart at her words. She meant it too, you were wearing a two piece to correspond with hers, it was two toned, and split down the middle, with hers coming in black and creme that alternated sides with each different piece she had on while yours did the same but it came in two complimenting shades of green.

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"Let's go.," you groaned playfully as you took in her smirk, Flo was quick to link her suited arm through yours, and then the both of you made your way down to the car., "Seriously Y/N, you look beautiful.," the blonde reiterated, you'd continued to keep your eyes downcast but she still saw your sweet, shy smile., "You look lovely as well Flo.," she smiled and squeezed your arm in thanks before opening the door to the awaiting car for you, and then she herself scooted in right after for the short drive.

Florence smirked to herself when you were doing your best to avoid looking at her, your gaze transfixed on the beautiful NY city skyline. She'd always loved how easy it was to tease you, your reactions were just so darn cute, like whenever you would whine or shove her away. Flo absolutely adored you, and if anyone were to ask she'd say you were her favorite person. That pretty face and angelic nature of yours only urged on her need to tease you, and as much as she loved to tease, you hated it just the same, to have the woman you were beyond smitten with playing upon the feelings you had for her was never really a welcome experience.

However, you knew for Flo it was all in good fun, it's likely she'd failed to understand just how much you'd wanted her to mean it over the years, or just how devastated you'd been whenever she would leave a party with another. John, her driver, would always drop you off first while she sat in the back making out with someone new, and you'd enter your apartment broken every single time. After each time you sillily convinced yourself it might be different. That this time when Flo danced with you to the sensual beat that is was for you, and not to pull the gaze of another—but it never was different.

The cycle was likely to repeat tonight too, but this time you decided it best to do a bit of flirting yourself, the need to be intimate with someone not lost on your touch deprived body. Every time Florence had touched you at the premiere earlier tonight told you just as much. For her it was an anxiety reliever, but for you it only made your skin crawl with need, and you knew just what you'd be seeking out tonight. Should not be hard either, you've felt the eyes of her costars, and movie team all day long.

Florence tapped your shoulder, the shiver it sent down your spine hard to hide, but you just tugged your hardly there jacket tighter to feign coldness, and fortunately for you Florence was far too nervous to question it., "Ready doll?," you hummed, and now found you were cursing yourself for ever agreeing to come tonight with every innocent pet name she threw your way.

As soon as you entered the venue you apprised Flo that you'd be getting a drink, and offered to bring her back her go to flute of white wine. Her bright smile all the confirmation you'd needed as she sucked up her nerves and began to make the rounds with her previous team. You'd always admired the way that she took to knowing all those involved in the film making process. She cared so deeply for all those around her and you reason that's why you are still agreeing to being her plus one, no matter how it hurts come the end of each night.

While you waited for the bartender to fix your "wet pussy" and to pour Flo's wine you could feel a few sets of eyes on your body, and it brought a smile to your face to finally be seen. After surveying the prospective patrons you settled on sending a flirty smile back to the beyond gorgeous redheaded woman. It seemed to work too because she was soon elegantly striding her way on over to you with eyes that shone of nothing short of lust. Her hourglass figure filled her silky red knee high dress beautifully, and the plunging neckline left you with the lovely knowledge she'd gone braless.

"Hey sweetheart, wanna tell me why a beautiful girl such as yourself is all alone at the bar?," her predatory gaze, plus the rasp in her voice sent a delicious chill down your spine, and she held a smug smirk as you softly sipped on your drink to gather the lubrication needed to speak., "Technically I'm not here alone, but I am in all the ways that count.," you answered her with a subtle yet confident smirk, and watched her hand closely as she settled it on your outer hip, while her other brushed your hair behind your ear., "Well, I'd be glad to show you back to my place and have you screaming in all the ways that also count."

Florence was growing worried as she saw all her friends returning with drinks, ones who'd went up well after you did, and so she started to make her way through the crowd of people. Only to then be stopped in her tracks when she saw you flirting with one of the makeup artists. Her least favorite one mind you—she's a total player, and there's no way she'd ever let her sink her treacherous talons into your wings. Especially not when she had this sudden, and overwhelming urge to be the one to have you in such scandalous ways. It'd evaded her until now that the reason teasing you is so much fun for her is because she'd always thought you were the most precious thing, someone she could one day mould into her perfect angel. Sometimes you need an outside stimulus to make you see what's right in front of you, and this moment here and now was Florence's.

Her blood boiled at the way Janet leaned into you, the words she heard leaving her mouth nearly made her vomit, and without a moment wasted Florence's arm reached around your waist, pushing the wenches hand off of your hip., "That won't be necessary Janet, but I am sure you could find another to fulfill you.," the way Flo pulled you into her made you feel even more electrified than the previous encounter., "Leave.," she lowly growled when the redhead appeared interested in fighting, but the 'try me' glare reminded her of Flo's star status pull causing her to abandon her post rather quickly.

Florence made no move at first to separate from you as thoughts of Janet touching you plagued her mind, and though the thought of Flo wanting you was exhilarating you refused to believe this was more than it likely was. Clearly Janet was bad news and Florence just wanted to protect you she always did with you. Well, you believed that until her grip on your hip tightened—almost possessively, and she then slowly leaned into your ear from behind leaving you a bit torn., "I wonder, can I get a taste?," you were a bit confused but spun around nonetheless, lifting the straw of your nearly finished drink to her lips, and Florence honestly found the innocence rather adorable.

She made a show of wrapping her lips around the straw, her eyes locked on yours as she sucked the liquor up, only for them to flutter shut as she swallowed down the sweet drink that came with a subtle burn, and it was when she moaned at the flavor that your resolve was all but gone. Florence released the straw, her eyes opening to see you looking like a deer caught in headlights causing her to hotly chuckle, that natural deepness making your knees weak, and so her leaning in didn't help., "That was delicious angel, but not exactly the type of wet pussy I was interested in tasting..."

That was truly the last straw for you, the way her hands were already on your hips so that she could hold you up, a sign that she already knew that it would be too., "My darling angel, do you think you can help me out with that?," you nodded dumbly, and Florence chuckled while inconspicuously guiding your shaking form out of the long forgotten about party and into the elevator where the moment the door had closed her lips were on yours., "Fuck, I just know you're going to taste so good honey, my sweet angel, with her equally as sweet pussy.," your soft moans and little nod to her words nearly had her ripping your suit off right there, but she managed to hold onto her last bit of resolve for the sake of your nervous heart.

However, the second that the elevator reached the first floor Florence couldn't contain her excitement, she pulled back from you with the brightest smile that made you instantly melt. She pecked your lips ever so sweetly once more just before winking at you and before you could even blink she was pulling you out and towards her car by the firm hold on your hip. A bright smile had blanketed your face the whole way there as you watched Florence eagerly pull you along, but then it fell as you noticed how her driver John had reflexively opened both doors on the passenger's side of the car.

Florence completely overlooked the doors, she'd never noticed her own patterns and as she pounced on you in the backseat her driver swiftly shut the door with a perplexed face. You were instantly mortified, John and you'd always conversed on these rides and the way he looked at you left you feeling a bit insecure. This sudden shame washed over you, and the thought of becoming another notch in Flo's belt made you feel nauseous.

A clueless Florence Pugh was trying to pick right back up from where you'd left off as she slammed her eager lips to your hesitant set., "Darling, what's the matter?," she asked in a raspy tone, one telling you that she was less than a second away from devouring you, and instead of it making you ecstatic you could feel your stomach twisting into knots., "I can't.," Florence was worried that she might've misread this whole situation, her heart on the verge of cracking open at the potential truth., "Baby, what's wrong?," she reached out to cup your cheeks, but instead of finding comfort in holding you she gasped as you slapped them away while violently shaking your head from side to side., "No, Florence. I-I can't be another one of your one night stands—I won't do it!"

Florence was truly taken aback, she just couldn't tell if it was from your words or the way you'd so violently rejected her advances. Instead of pushing you further she fell back into her seat with thoughts of what went wrong while John sensed the tension and decided to make the drive back to your apartment as the both of you sat there in uneasy silence.

While Flo was thinking over every time she'd made you witness her sexual escapades you were sat crying right besides her. Her heart sank further every time she thought of a past event, and your sob in tandem only pushed it down further. There'd always been a slight bit of tension between you both but she thought it was the alcohol, and never a genuine interest. Turns out you were just too nice to ever say what was on your mind with each passing moment, and Florence was too invested in getting off to consider her actions having an affect on you. The longer she thought about it though she knew that somewhere deep down she'd likely always known how you felt. In this very moment she felt like an absolute tool to have played with your heart in such a way, and to only find you of interest tonight when her claim to you was threatened doubled her guilt.

After a few minutes of introspective silence your sniffles broke through Flo's shame spiral, but it was only as they were followed by a door slamming shut. John knew better than to go though, and Florence shouted her thanks and instructed him to go home through the glass separator before she was next to slam the door. It didn't take her long to catch up to you as you were a sobbing mess and she was genuinely sprinting for her life., "Y/N/N...," she panted out your name into the cold night, a soft cloud following her words to accentuate the chill., "Go home Flo, or maybe go back to the party to find your next sexual conquest; either way I'm not interested.," your cold response was not a deterrent, and her hand was quick to catch your door as you tried to shut it in her face., "Y/N, please, just hear me out."

Reluctantly you let her in, stepping to the side with a heavy sigh you reasoned that it was only fair to give her a chance to speak. Everything happened so fast, and she deserved a moment to process just as much as you did., "Y/N/N, you have every right to be mad.," you scoffed., "Wow. Thanks a lot for graciously granting me the permission.," Flo flinched at the way you spoke once more as she'd never been on the receiving end of your wrath before.

"I just mean I understand what went wrong, and I'm sorry.," she mumbled while her gaze dropped from your furious one that she simply couldn't bare., "It never occurred to me that you were ever displaced by my old ways.," you held back your reply, because even though she literally did this to you just last month you could hear her struggling to speak and you obviously still love her dearly., "Tonight would have been different though—I swear to it Y/N... I never would've thought of you that way."

Sorrow rushed through you once more, but as you went to speak Florence's voice boomed., "You mean the absolute world to me, how do you not know that already?," she finally met your gaze again and her eyes were a mix between genuine hurt, and a bit of rage making you gulp as she quickly made her way over to you. After backing you up into the wall of your apartment Flo caged you in with toned arms., "I've loved you for years as my best friend, but I realized tonight that my love runs deeper."

"Flo, you can't just say—.," Florence's finger was pressed over your lips instantaneously., "Angel, I mean it. It hadn't occurred to me before tonight, but when Janet's hands were on your waist I felt this rage consuming my entire body.," she slowly leaned her body against yours., "At first I thought it was because she was a skank that I couldn't trust.," her hands then fell from the wall to grip you by your waist., "Which is true—she is, and there was no way you were leaving with her, but that wasn't all of it. It was also that this almost carnal need for me to have you overcame me and suddenly I knew something I wish I'd known all along."

"Wh-what's that?," you shakily whispered, Florence's hands slid until her arms were wrapped around your lower back, and her eyes were glossy and full of vulnerability as she smiled at you., "That you're the one who is meant to be in my arms Y/N, on all the red carpets, on the streets of whatever city I inhabit, and most importantly in my bed."

"You're sure going through a lot of trouble here Flo.," you nervously mumbled, your heart was desperately pounding within your chest as she seems to have just confessed her love for you., "You're worth it, and I'll do whatever it takes to convince you that I want this whole life with you my angel.," This is all you've wanted for years—for her to finally see you, so you're not about to allow your insecurities to ruin your chances again., "Then how about you finally have that taste you were so desperate for, hm?"

Florence smirked as a wave of confidence left you in the form of words she'd waited to hear. Leaning forward she caught your lips in a rough kiss, setting a fast paced momentum as her arms relinquished their embrace of you to make quick work of the buttons of your top. You shook your shoulders to help the heavy denim fall from your body, and just as quickly as your bare breasts were exposed to the air were her hands kneading at the flesh, with a set of thumbs roughly rolling over your nipples. Gasps of shock left your lips, allowing the blonde to slip her tongue into your mouth, and your gasps soon turned into moans as your barely covered center glided over her knee that was now perfectly slipped between your thighs.

"Fuck.," your groans were like music to the blondes ears, and the way your arousal was smearing over her thigh as your hips continued to reflexively move against her was driving her out of her mind. Florence had been in no real rush tonight seeing as how she'd no plans that required sleep, but as the scent of your arousal wafted up she realized she wasn't all that interested in taking things slow anymore., "Mommy's going to get that taste now.," she mumbled against your lips, hands that once roamed now sat on your hips to halt your movements and that left you quite the whining mess for Flo to chuckle at., "Be patient love."

Florence's lips softly pecked yours once more before they began to travel down your exposed upper body hungrily. Marks of all sorts were left in their wake as she dropped to her knees, nervous eyes looked down to see hazel ones alit with giddy need, the darkened orbs winked up at you, and your body shivered as her hands bunched your skirt up., "Oh my, was my angel going to be a whore tonight?," Florence growls as she takes in the sight of your bare cunt, her fingers reflexively dig into plush thighs as the idea of another person touching you threatens to upset her newfound peace., "Never mind that now, because mommy got to you first, and I'll be ruining you for anyone else henceforth."

Florence threw your right leg over her shoulder and settled a hand on your left hip to steady you as she lunged forward to finally get her fill. Loud moans erupted from your throat as she sloppily ate you out, and low grunts that only spurred on your immense bouts of pleasure left hers since your hips held no shame as they rolled, meeting her mouths ministrations. Your essence now covered the entire lower half of her face, and she was positively reeling as your divine release finally flooded her mouth., "Angel, you taste better than I dreamed you would—fuck, I can't believe I've waited this long to have you.," you whined pitifully as Florence's tongue showed no mercy, lapping at your sensitive folds all in the name of ensuring none of your arousal goes to waste but if she were to be truthful it was because she wasn't ready to give up her space between your thighs yet, tasting you from the source had already become something she deemed addictive.

The blonde chuckled into your core when your hand weakly tried to push her head away, you moaned as the vibrations traveled throughout your body, successfully working you up again., "Please tell mommy you have a strap baby, I am nowhere close to finished with this pretty pussy.," Florence excitedly murmured into your heat just before she began to kiss back up your body, her hands held onto you tightly so that you wouldn't slide onto the floor yourself., "Answer mommy now baby, come on, I know you're still in there.," she teased while looking right into your eyes and smiling at you softly. Florence found your dazed state amusing, she'd barely even begun and you were proving to be a bit of a beautiful mess already.

"Darling, mommy doesn't like being made to ask more than once.," she whispered, there was a hint of playfulness to her tone, but you could tell she wasn't exactly joking so you did your best to clear your mind so you could answer her., "I have one in my bedside drawer.," Florence slammed her lips to yours in the midst of her excitement, her arms then wrapped around your middle so she could lift you up. The action caused you to squeal into her mouth, shocked that she had such strength, and for her to groan as your drenched center was now pressing into her exposed abdomen.

She held you securely to her body then she raced down the hall like the offer to have you beneath her was going to expire. The eagerness in her actions made your heart flutter, and hers followed suit with the sounds of you giggling. Florence was gentle as she lowered you onto your mattress, and though she was literally just rushing to strap you, now she was stood still. She hovered above you with a soft smile, and a set of eyes unmoving from your face., "What?," she chuckled at your expected nervousness., "You're just so beautiful Y/N, I need to take a minute to admire the pristine work of art before turning it into a torn up masterpiece."

Florence jumped back, expertly avoiding your violence all the while laughing boisterously., "What? You were the one who asked.," she playfully mused as you lifted onto your elbows, and your breath hitched when you saw her in all her suddenly bare glory; how one could be that beautiful stumped you, it felt like a crime. Then to see her slipping into a harness with your strap dangling from it in preparation for fucking you had your whole body warming up. The blonde saw your eyes fixated on the thick silicone so she made quite the show of stroking it while slowly approaching your bed, and climbing on to once again hover over you., "Well, I was going to ask if you had lube...," she paused, and your eyes followed hers on the path to your glistening folds., "But I'm now under the impression we won't be needing it."

Florence allowed the heavy strap to drop from her hand causing you to groan as the tip perfectly slapped your engorged clit and Flo once again chuckled at your reactive nature., "You've been a desperate whore all day Y/N, and I have all night, what's to say I don't drag this whole process out, hm?," you could see the need for control in her eyes, she was desperate to have you clinging to her, begging for her to give it all to you, and that was exactly what she'd get., "Mommy, please... I will be your best girl, I promise, please just fill me up."

"I don't know, you were ready to give it up to that redheaded bimbo earlier.," she growls, you frown as you see some residual insecurities lurking beneath her gaze, and your heart aches since she still doesn't get it., "Mommy, I thought you didn't want me, but now that I know you really do I'm not ever going to think of anyone else.," you pulled her down by your newfound hold of her face to kiss her slowly., “I’m all yours Flo.,” she pulled back to see the truth confirmed in your eyes, and when she finally saw it she smirked., “All fucking mine.”

A loud gasp erupted from deep within you when Flo thrusted the strap into you without any further hesitation. Short, pained breaths continued to flow passed your lips as the stretch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. Every inch that she pushed into you was a struggle., “Fucking hell baby, you’re so tight around me.,” she grunted against your neck and the both of you moaned when her hips finally met yours., “Mommy, fuck, I’m so full.”

Something finally clicked in Florence’s head while she waited for you to adjust to the sizable intrusion, and once she realized that no one had used this particular toy on you before she was excited., “Baby, I am gonna move now, okay?,” her hips pulled back at the sound of your hum, and you moaned loudly against the shell of her ear when she slammed back into you which you found was only the beginning of the brutal pace she was setting you up for.

Florence was desperate to see you coming undone so she held herself up with her hands besides your head while her hips rutted into you without reprieve. She was enamored by the way your boobs bounced with every harsh thrust, or how your face scrunched up as the pleasure was rolling through you in droves., “‘m so close, please mommy let me cum.,” Flo beamed when you asked for permission, and she herself was desperate to see it happen so she wasted no time in readjusting so that one hand could slide down your body and rub tight circles onto your clit., “Go ahead angel, let go.”

Her face lit up when your orgasm rolled right through you, the stinging feeling of your nails dragging down her back as the pleasure of her pounding into you was becoming too much for you to bare was spurring on her own arousal. Florence was desperate for release of her own, and in one fluid motion you found yourself on top of her strap, her hands holding yours as she sweetly encouraged you to ride her., “Come on baby girl, fuck you look so pretty up there, just be my good girl and ride my cock.,” and you didn’t waste any time with giving her all she could ever want from you.

Your hands left hers, and fell to her breasts where you kneaded the fleshy mounds in hopes of bringing her further pleasure. Florence’s mouth was agape as you tweaked her nipples between your fingers, and ground down against her so aggressively that the pressure being placed on her clit left her beyond clarity. Florence screamed your name aloud, followed by a string of colorful words as her orgasm took her over, and you fell into her, catching her moans as your lips crashed into hers as a second wave of burning hot pleasure consumed your entire being. The kiss was sloppy as the both of you tried to catch your breaths, neither of you seemed to want to be disconnected for even a second even if it would help with the breathlessness.

Flo watched you with curious eyes as you were clearly a woman on a mission, you gently kissed down her jawline, and she was proud that without her needing to say a word you knew to leave her visible skin unmarked. When you lifted off her strap she frowned, but it didn’t last long as your mouth continued to travel, this time nibbling and sucking deep red marks into the soft skin of her breasts and abdomen. It turned her on to no end knowing you were staking your claim, and then when she saw that you were now settled in between her thighs she was practically drooling.

Your hands gripped her at the base of the strap, you yanked up before pushing back down and causing the fabric to rub against her just right. The blonde moaned at the sensation, then again at the sight of you lowering your face. Licking the tip you visually teased her as you savored the taste of your own arousal, she was unable to keep still as she anticipated your next movements, her arousal abundant as she could now feel it dripping over her ass. Once your lips had wrapped around the tip she found the urge to fuck your mouth was all too consuming.

Her hips jutted up off the bed, forcing the thick strap further into your mouth than you had anticipated taking, causing you to gag harshly and for hot tears to instantly fill your eye-line. Florence groaned, the whole ordeal becoming an indelible memory for the woman that will likely inspire all your future sexual endeavors. You were just so incredibly hot as you now struggled to keep up with her hips thrusts. The hand tightly woven through your hair keeping you in place as she fucked your throat raw. She knew she wouldn’t last long with a sight like this, and fortunately for you it was only about a minute of building her up before that tight coil in her stomach was ready to burst.

Her body thrashed as her second, far more powerful orgasm overtook her body. The hold she had on your head was loosened enough to grant you the ability to release the strap, and so you pulled back, desperately gasping for air as you slowly crawled up the bed to lie beside the blissed out woman. Florence turned her head to face you, a pleased smile on her face as she took in your mussed up features., “Look at how perfect; my beautiful, torn up masterpiece.,” she sighed as she leaned in to kiss you, her tongue quick to enter your mouth, and the remnants of your arousal on your tongue were enough to keep her satiated as she lazily made out with you before pulling your tired body into hers for a much needed moment of relaxation.

“Angel, we need to get you cleaned up.,” Flo cooed against your hairline, and your sleepy grumbles in response had her chuckling., “It’ll be okay, I’ll do all of the work.,” she reassured you while slowly sitting the both of you up, and guiding your wobbly form to your bathroom. While the water warmed up she allowed you to lean against her chest since you were clearly too tired to stand alone. Just as promised she took care of everything from washing your hair and body to changing your sheets before laying a freshly dressed you atop the new set.

“Goodnight Flossie.,” you mumbled as you threw an arm over her abdomen as soon as she was lying down beside you., “I love you too.,” Flo beamed, looking down she admired your soft features and her heart was fluttering in her chest at your soft admittance., “Goodnight my angel, I love you so very much.”

Florence smiled when your sleeping form snuggled further into her, she'd always loved your apple scented products, but she'd yet to be this close to smell them. Having the comforting scent surround her settled her remaining reservations about taking such a big step with you. No longer did she wonder if she made the right decision, of course she did—you were a wonder all your own, and she'd be damned if she'd ever let you slip away from her grasp.

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5,450 Words

Sorry, I have been rather ill lol.

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

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silentium-symphony · 5 months

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Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) II

(a/n) hooray i'm finally done w the second chapter! thank you for being patient <3 i'm hoping to wrap up this lil series in the next chapter, so please stay tuned! i also left the hair/makeup/clothes rather vague so you can imagine what you usually wear :)

i do plan to open up requests soon, but i want to finish some other fics beforehand! i need a lil break from this series, so i'll post a few one-shots before picking it up again, okay? i have a general idea of where i wanna go, but i need time to sit on it some more. hope you understand :)

as always, i hope you enjoy!!!

read the first chapter here!

cw: fluff, some swearing, afab!photographer!reader, kinda made groose a villain sorry, also link and zelda went to jail lmao (specific crime not mentioned), may/may not have proofread this half asleep so there might be some typos lol

wc: 3.2k

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The aggravating, strangling chorus of cars sounding the start of their day blended oddly with the melodious, persistent whispers of the few songbirds residing in your city's park. You groaned, splitting your eyes open to meet the beam of sun pouring through your windows and stretching across your ceiling. You sat up with a huff, staring blankly at the wall in front of you as your half-slumbering senses slowly began loading in your surroundings. The familiar parchedness of arousal pecked and prodded at your throat and you blindly grabbed for the water bottle by your nightstand, relishing the clarity the aqua elixir breathed into you.

After setting down your water bottle, you reached for your phone to check the time only to be greeted with the silhouette of an empty battery cell. You groaned, ducking under your nightstand and glaring at the charger that had popped out of your socket (which you shoved right back in). As you sat right-side up, a rather... noxious smell pervaded your nostrils and you grimaced, eyes flashing to the trashcan brimming with old leftover containers and scraps of food skins that have darkened past recognition. You swung yourself out of bed, waddled to the bathroom, and came out shortly after brushing your teeth and doing your business. You silenced your retching thoughts as you neared your trashcan, swiftly tying the biohazardous thing and hauling ass to your door.

As your hand wrapped around the doorknob, the yellow-creme of a folded note tucked almost inconspicuously by your doormat harkened for your attention. Brows knitting, you stooped over and scooped the thing into your palm, inspecting it briefly; you placed it on your countertop and picked up the trash bag. Whatever it was, it could wait.

Fortunately (and unfortunately sometimes), you lived right by the garbage room, so disposing of your trash took literally seconds. You bid adieu to the squishy bag as it tumbled into the deep, dark abyss of the garbage chute and headed back inside, beelining for your sink before turning your eyes to the folded note. Your eyes bore into the tiny thing as you dried your hands, not picking up anything that could be considered threatening. If it wasn't your landlord making passive-aggressive comments about your ability to pay rent, what could it be? You unfolded the note, mentally bracing yourself.

Good morning! Wanna grab some coffee?

— Link, your neighbor :)

Oh...

You could physically feel your heart swoon (was that normal?) and it took quite a bit of effort to not start maniacally giggling in the center of your room. Your body was not made to process so much energy first thing in the morning, so your feet began pacing in circles as you read the note over and over.

Okay... Calm down, (F/N). It's not as if it's a love letter or anything. Just a... friend. Who wants to grab coffee with you... Wait a minute, what time was it?

Your head whipped to the digital clock carved into your stove, the numbers '11:45' blinking in dull, green flashes. Your head swiveled back to the note and clock, your zeal transfiguring to horror. A screech of sorts ripped out of your throat and you tumbled towards the bathroom, slipping on your apartment's waxed wooden floors and flumping into a drawer with a clattery thud. You hissed, rubbing the part of your arm that collided with the wood and hobbled to the bathroom, wary of its slick tiles.

When in the world did you wake up?! Gods, by the time you’re done preparing it won’t even be morning! You did your best to channel your anxious energy into something productive as you styled your hair how you liked it and popped some color on your lips.

You tumbled out the bathroom and skidded to your wardrobe, throwing some tried and true outfits onto your bed and pressing others flush against your frame. You heard the gentle ding of your phone coming to life and you dove for it, fingers gliding across the smooth screen and opening the weather app.

It was… a bit chilly, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You filed through your top contenders, and ultimately decided on one of your favorite outfits! You twirled around in front of your mirror, pressing one hand to your chest and smoothing out the wrinkles with the other. After adjusting your hair for the final time, you threw a peace sign and puckered your lips before speed walking to the door, slipping your essentials into a purse and forcing on your shoes.

You zoomed out your apartment, turning on your heels in a dime and rasping a few quick knocks against his door. A couple seconds ticked by before you heard the metal ka-chink! of the lock; out peered Link, who hid half his trembling?? reddened?? face behind his palm. Your half-baked (but still very genuine) apology lodged in your throat as a million and one thoughts raced through your brain.

“… W-What?” You carded your fingers through your hair and fiddled with the edge of your clothes. “Is there something on me?”

“You made…” He cleared his throat, rubbing his chest. “Quite the noise earlier.”

… Noi—?

Oh.

You had forgotten just how thin your walls are.

“Oh gods, you heard that...?!” Mortification enfeebled your voice into a wavery cry. You buried your face in your palms, your skin melting from shame.

“It’s okay! I-It was funny, I swear!”

Panic wrought your frame into a quiver and Link hurriedly changed the subject.

“So, uh, d-do you still wanna get coffee?"

"Y-Yeah!" You piped, distress vaporizing into bashfulness. "Sorry for waking up so late."

"Not at all," he smiled, slipping past his door, "it's Saturday after all."

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The bright, ringing ting of the bell hanging by the door preluded the cozy murmurs of a slow, cozy Saturday afternoon and the grinding, hissing machinery of coffee grinders and milk frothers. The robust, earthy notes of coffee streaked with airy hints of creme and vanilla wrapped you in a sense of warm nostalgia only coffee shops seemed to hold.

Hints of faded brick peeked out from bouquets of hanging dried flowers and the junction where wall met floor was littered with legions of potted plants, many of which you had never seen before. The look of awe on your face filled Link's heart with enthusiastic amusement; the chatter of the next stream of patrons sounded in his ears and he quietly beckoned you a little ways past the counter with a graze on your arm.

"I've tried pretty much everything on the menu, so let me know if you need any recommendations." He breathed close to your ear, wedging his body between you and the newly formed crowd congregating behind you. Your heart lurched to the base of your throat, his baritone voice rumbling in your ear; a shuddering, imperceptible breath left your lips.

"What do you usually get?" You hummed, turning your head to look back at him and almost teasing the tip of your nose along his cheek. A flit of blue met your (E/C)s; you got front-row seats to his color-changing cheeks.

"S-Sorry... It's a bit crowded here, so..."

"No worries." You beamed, hoping to laugh off some of the tension. You wrought your fingers into tight balls and turned your gaze towards the menu.

"I usually get black coffee." He mumbled, his voice dropping a little ways past a whisper. "Wakes me right up."

"Damn, really?" You choked out, scowling at him as if he had three heads.

"Yes! Gods, it's really not that bad once you get used to it." He bellowed heartily, a toothy grin splitting his lips.

After some more mental deliberation, you both slipped into line. The barista greeted you with a smile as warm as her coffee.

"Hey there, it's nice to see you again. The usual?" She motioned to Link, who just nodded with a smile of his own. Her hands flew across her screen, logging in his order before turning to you. "And what can I get you, hun?"

You relayed your order, but not without raising your voice past the prepubescent squeals of the rowdy teenage boys circusing behind you. As she confirmed your order, your digits sifted through your wallet to pull out your card, and during the second you spent looking at your hands you heard the card reader beep a confirmation. Your head whipped up just in time to see the waxy receipt churn out of the printer before being handed over to Link.

"Oh Link, I could have paid!" You exclaimed, watching him crease the receipt into a neat rectangle and shoving it in his pocket. He waved you off and stepped to the side, allowing the couple behind you to order.

"Don't worry, I got it."

"Thank you..." (E/C) eyes cast downward and honed in on the way your shoes scuttled the wood. A faint, rosy blush powdered your cheeks and warm, fuzzy timidness hooked your lips just enough to crinkle your nose most softly; Link mentally clutched his chest. You were just too cute!!!

A sudden force jammed between his shoulders knocked the breath out of his lungs. His body blurred towards you; a guttural grunt echoed in your ear before you felt something firm tighten about your waist. Link's frantic corrections caught you both just before you fell. He snapped his head at his aggressor.

The snickering simpers of those obnoxious boys peeked past his shoulders, crestfalling at the young man's deathly glower. His heart rumbled in your ears as his arms tensed you further into him. The idle, leisurely air fractured into something cold, calculated fury licking past the cracks of the broken peace. Everyone's attention was lasered in on you and the boys.

One of the boys at the back of the pack tapped the larger boys' elbows and, with a stammer of an apology, scrambled out of the cafe. Link watched their fleeing figures in total silence until the last of them disappeared past a street corner. Everyone creaked back to their own conversations, hushed whispers about what happened leaking into your ears. Link slowly glimpsed down at you, eyes softening.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." You murmured, your heart palpitating to the faint smell of pine and amber wafting to your nose. "Thanks for catching us."

He nodded and slowly unhooked his arm from your waist, taking a few steps back with a lovely red tinting his pearly skin. Before he could say anything, the velvety purr of the barista buttered the air.

"Order for Link!"

He met your gaze with a small smile before taking a few steps back and collecting your drinks. With a confident crook on her lips, she slipped a thin paper bag along with your drinks. Link eyed it, head tilting and brows crinkling.

"My treat. As thanks for taking care of those goons for me."

Link's eyes brightened, slipping a gleeful 'thank you' before nabbing the drinks and free snacks. He handed you your drink and turned to his friend, bowing his head in thanks.

"Come again, Mr. Hero. You too, (F/N)."

Was the last thing you heard before the door-mounted chime silenced the idyllic cafe setting. You stared at the string of cars that jived down the road; the whole city was teeming with the bit-back enthusiasm that awaited release the moment the sun dipped past the hills. It was Saturday, you supposed.

"... sorry..."

"Huh?"

"Sorry our da— hang out didn't go quite as expected..." He breathed out, just barely louder than the passing cars.

"What? Don't apologize!" You turned to him fully. "What happened back there wasn't your fault. To be honest, I think you handled it pretty well."

"Really...?"

"Yeah! I could tell those boys were getting on everyone's nerves. You made everyone's day just a little bit better, Link."

"Ah..." His eyes caught the sun rays that flickered off the nearby buildings. "Thanks..."

"And plus, the day is hardly over. We can still hang out iif you'd like!"

"Yeah," a stiff chuckle, "I was hoping we could chat in the cafe, but I wasn't very comfortable staying there any longer than necessary after what happened... Sorry about that."

"Not at all." You slotted his arm between your fingers and gave it a squeeze. "Let's just find a nice park or something, yeah?"

He eyed your hand almost long enough to regret your decision to touch him, but his gentle disposition and even softer voice answered,

"Let's go to the one by the apartment."

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"Holy shit, and then what?!" You wheezed, smacking a hand on his knee as you fought for your next breath. Link's hearty laughs ruffled through the trees, the setting sun and falling leaves traipsing through scattered branches.

"Zel and I got caught, of course. Imagine how furious my dad was when he got called into the station—on his day off—to see his son and his best friend sitting in jail."

"Christ, I can't believe you pulled that shit." You sputtered, thumbing a tear from the corner of your eye.

"I was... a wild child, for sure." He abashed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck with boyish glee. "Totally worth it though. Groose was giving Zelda a hard time after she rejected him, so of course we had to do something about it."

"Gods..." You exhaled, giggles fringing your breath. "Is your dad a cop?"

"Yeah. I guess that's what inspired me to do what I'm doing now, y'know?"

"For sure," you thumbed your cup, fingers slicked with thick condensation, "what does your mom do?"

"She was a civil servant." His lips crooked up, tilted in a manner that tugged at your heart. "She cared about the city and our family deeply."

A breeze blew through the two of you, one that bordered refreshing and chilling. You turned your head up and filled your lungs with air that crisped your lungs.

"She..." You began, eyes focused on the insignificant happenings that usually caught one's attention during such moments. "Sounds like a wonderful person."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "she was."

A serene, reflective somberness filled the air; for a moment you both relished in the silence. A family of robins twittered softly overhead, the mother singing hushed whistles to her rowdy chicks and soothing the ringing in your ears caused by constant traffic.

"What about you?" He turned. "What do you do?"

"I'm a photographer." You met his gaze with a grin that thinly veiled the excitement you had when talking about your livelihood.

"That's so cool!" Link's lips widened into a broad smile. "Do you work for a company or...?"

"Nope! I'm a freelancer. It can be tough finding gigs at times, but there's always something happening in the city."

"Yeah, I can imagine. What events do you do?"

"Anything really--concerts, weddings, corporate events... But weddings are pretty popular. Actually, I got a wedding gig tomorrow!"

"Nice! So what got you into photography?" He leaned in, his blue pools reflecting the nearby streetlights. The way his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk about your passions made your heart melt.

"Well, back in middle and high school I competed in a bunch of school competitions and realized that not only did I love taking pictures, but I was pretty good at it too! There's just something so... intimate about capturing small, seemingly insignificant passages in time, y'know? I think sometimes we get so caught up waiting for our lives to begin when really, life happens in the small, fleeting moments of our existence. Or... something like that."

You mumbled through the last bit, heat rising in your cheeks. Darkened sapphires stared back at you, storming with thoughts you couldn't quite decipher; panic started settling in your gut and you opened your mouth to apolo—

"You're absolutely right." His head cocked slightly, eyes crinkling lovingly slowly. "I never thought about it that way."

You mentally breathed a sigh of relief for not ruining this moment with your innermost thoughts.

"Do you enjoy your job at the art museum?"

"I mean, it's a pretty easy job, so no complaints there." His laugh failed to reach his chest. "But... It isn't why I became an officer. Don't get me wrong, I love helping Zelda, and seeing her succeed in her dreams makes me really happy, but... I became a cop so I could help people. And sometimes, I don't really feel like I'm doing that by standing guard over a painting all day."

"That's valid," you kicked the space under the park bench to abate the prickly feeling in your lower half, "what would you rather do?"

Link kicked the pebble he had been dribbling between his shoes, the little stone skittering away, forgotten, after a long kick; his eyes rested on an arbitrary crack in the path.

"Honestly?" He began, "I wanna become a detective."

"A detective?"

"Yeah. Bringing peace to a family who lost a loved one, who never got the closure they needed to heal... Spending hours solving a cold case, one that everyone has given up on... That's what I wanna do."

"It's sweet of you to think of the family first," you smiled softly, "I think most people would be focused on locking up criminals, and justice served to the families is just a bonus."

"Yeah... We can't forget the families. Their lives have been turned into a living nightmare and they're just expected to continue living as if nothing had happened. It's cruel."

"Oh, absolutely. I think--"

You felt your phone buzz in your lap and your eyes habitually met the lit screen, scanning the text your bridal client had sent. Your internal, guttural groan came out as a curt huff, eyeing the word 'early?' with a tired bitterness.

"Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, uh..." You shuffled your phone back into your pocket and met his concerned gaze. "Sorry. My client wants me to come in earlier than I expected and it's getting late so..."

"No worries! We can head back if you want. Grab some takeout on the way." He popped right up, tossing his empty cup in the trash and swinging his arms above his head, a satisfied groan lapsing out of him wow that was kinda hot.

"I'd love that." You followed his previous actions and stretched too, feeling... well, feeling return to your sore butt and limbs.

"Wanna head back to that Gerudo restaurant?"

"Yeah!" You joined him in wide strides, barely keeping yourself from booking it to your now-favorite restaurant. Your babbling self hardly noticed the slowing male until a gentle voice pulled you out of your culinary rambles.

"(F/N)?" He called a few steps behind you.

"Mm?"

"Thanks for today... It was a lot of fun." His gloved hand scratched the side of his scarved neck, unintentionally bunching the fabric into little fistfuls. The flickering park light tricked your brain into thinking his cheeks were... pinker than usual. His gaze shifted from the ground to the bush to the tree and back--anywhere but you, really. That fluttery, buttery feeling in your gut alighted your cheeks a similar color and your eyes undertook a similar trip of avoidance.

"Of course. Thanks for inviting me... I had a lot of fun today."

His tight, slightly flustered expression loosened, his lips turning up into a gentle curve. In a few short steps he was by your side again, commencing your journey to 3rd Street.

"Let's grab some poultry pilaf."

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gonegirlaccount · 6 months

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Hiii

I saw that you were writing again and I saw that u write for tbp so I was wondering if you could so a Vance Hopper with a reader with curly hair the promp being that they help him with his curls (I wanna do his hair so bad😭) if you do this tysm

Sure np! :D

Curls. (Vance Hopper + GN!reader)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ It was Friday after school, which meant there was no school tomorrow. So you decided to go over to Vance’s house and stay the night. You knocked on the door and instead of Vance opening the door, it was his mom.

��Oh thank goodness you came (Y/N)! I was just about to call you. You’re the person Vance really wants to see but he won’t tell me why. Just go to his room.” She smiles at you then heads back to the living room. Why was Vance going to call you?

You slipped off your sneakers and left them near the door, then you headed towards the blond’s room. You knocked on the door and was greeted by the boy with a comb stuck in his frizzy hair. You covered your mouth as you giggled a little. “It’s not funny, (Y/N)..!”

The blond grumbled, his face a light red in embarrassment. “Okay, okay. So if I’m guessing correctly…you want me to help you with your hair? Am I right or am I not?” You smile at him.

“..you’re right. So, can you help or not?” He says. “Yeah I can help. I just gotta go get some supplies. Go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

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You came back into the house with a bag full of supplies you use for your curls, walking into the bathroom to see Vance exactly where you asked him to be.

you then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Vance’s shoulders. “Alright put your head into the sink Vance.” The blond does what you say then you turn the water on, making sure every part of his hair is wet.

As soon as you were sure every part of his hair was wet, you lifted his head out of the sink. He looked in the mirror and saw his curls curling. “That’s all I had to do?” He says, getting ready to get out the bathroom. “Nope Vance, there’s still a lot to do. Can’t leave your hair like this or else it gets frizzy and tangled.” You grin.

He sighs. “First we have to detangle your hair.” You say, spraying a detangle mist into his hair. The blond starts coughing. “You got it in my mouth!” “Calm down, you’re acting like I poured the whole bottle in your mouth…”

After you successfully detangled his hair, you put in some curl creme. “Imma leave some supplies here so you can do this yourself, alright?” Vance nodded and you could see a tiny smile on him. You put his hair into a bun and decided to do finger-curls on him.

“This is how you tell how your curls want to be separated.” You comb his hair and see his curls separate into four. You then wrapped a strand of his hair around your finger, held it there then let it bounce into a curl.

“One strand down, only a few more to go!”

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”Ta-da! So, what do you think Vance?” You smiled as you got him up and led him to the mirror, showing off his new curly style.

The blond looked at his hair and felt it, a grin appearing on his face. “My hair looks fucking awesome!” He laughs, his grin widening.

You cleared your throat and looked at Vance with a raised eyebrow. “Oh. Right. Thanks, (Y/N).” He gives you a hug. And you hug him back.

“So I have to do this myself..” “once a week, Vance. I could do it for you if you’d like.” You tell Vance with a smile. “Yeah…could you do it for me?” “Ofcourse. Who am I to deny you?”

He grins and ruffles your hair, getting a giggle out of you.

“Wanna play pin-ball now?” “Hell yeah (Y/N)!”

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Creme De La Creme: Orlando.

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“Jack, Jack, Jackman wake up” you nudged his shoulder, knowing that he needed to shower before the flight.

“Hmmm?” He sleepily mumbled.

“Get up and shower baby, we can’t miss the flight” You kissed him and made sure that he was going to get out of bed before leaving to go to the kitchen to make everyone breakfast since you were the only one awake and ready.

Both he and Urban spent the night at yours and Laylas, your place was closer to the airport anyway.

After everybody ate, Neelam sent a car to pick the four of you up and you were on your way to the airport.

****

“Is this a long flight?” Urban asked Neelam as you waited in the TSA line together. She was looking over all of the travel arrangements on her phone.

“About an hour and a half,” she responded without looking up.

When you were sitting in your seat on the plane, everything finally felt real. You were so proud of your boyfriend, and the fact that he was going on a tour was a big deal but he also wanted you to come and that was an even bigger deal. You were upset that you couldn’t be there for every tour date but he understood.

You let Jack have the window seat. “Are you sure?” He asked for the millionth time.

“Yes! This is a big moment, enjoy the view.” You smiled as he nodded happily. “Can I take a picture of you?”

He said yes and posed for the camera, you knew you’d want to frame this someday.

“So Orlando tonight, St. Petersburg tomorrow, Miami on Friday and then you fly home Sunday morning?”

“Mhm, and your next show isn’t until Tuesday right?” You tried to keep up with everything he’s told you so far.

“VMAS is on Sunday and the Met Gala is Monday” he reminded you.

“What do people even do at the Met?” You asked before being interrupted by the flight attendant's demonstration.

“I think they just get dressed up to eat together? I have no idea” he whispered as he leaned into you.

You turned to look at Layla and Urban who are sat in the row across from you, you knew that Layla was a nervous flyer, so you were going to ask her if she was okay but you realize that she and Urban were already holding hands anyway. You motioned with your eyes for Jack to look at them, he leaned forward and smiled as he saw their hands.

When you got to the hotel, you and Jack went to his hotel room. Urban and Layla went to theirs and Neelam made sure everyone was aware of the time, noting there were only a few hours before Jack needed to be at the venue.

Jack placed both yours and his suitcase down inside the closet in his room.

“Thanks for carrying that baby, you didn’t have to” You smiled and he just shook his head.

“No problem.” He plopped down on the bed, laying on his back.

“Tired?”

“My back hurts” he groaned. “It’s been hurting a lot lately from rehearsals and then the plane ride didn’t help.”

“Lay on your stomach, I got you. I’ve been told if I didn’t rap I would be a good masseuse” you joked and he let out a chuckle.

“That was corny” he kissed you and you giggled against his lips, helping him take his shirt off.

You straddled him from behind, focusing on his shoulder blades first. “Are you excited to finally start the tour?”

“Excited and nervous to see how it all plays out” he confessed as you continued to rub his back.

He let out a grunt. “That feels good, can you stay on that spot?”

You continued to massage him for a while until he started to fall asleep. “Baby, take a nap. I’m going to get ready” You kissed his back and covered him with a blanket.

You got ready, fixing your makeup and hair. Layla eventually called your phone and you closed the bathroom door not to wake Jack.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Did you and Jack eat yet? We are going to order food, I’ll text you a menu and bring it to your room so we can all eat?”

“Sounds good, I’ll wake him up and ask what he wants”

****

When you got to the venue you listened to sound check, and watched as the stage was set up. There were a few fans outside already waiting but luckily you entered the venue from the back and remained undetected.

Neelam made sure there was an area backstage for you and Layla that way you’d be able to watch without anyone seeing you, and asking questions.

Urban took some photos of the crowd as they continued to line up against the barricade and some photos of the stage set up.

When the venue started to fill up, Jack changed into his performance outfit and you could see his nerves growing. He was more or less concerned about showing off in front of you but he didn’t want to admit that just yet.

“You’re going to do amazing baby” You kissed him as his last opening act finished up.

Jack opened with ‘Tyler Herro’ and hearing the crowd go wild for him instantly made you emotional.

“This is crazy!” You giggled as you turned to Layla who was jumping up and down with you, rapping every word.

When it was time for Jack to stand on the roof of his cafe set he had to walk backstage to climb some stairs and get on top of it. He winked at you as you mouthed to him to be careful.

By the time Jack was halfway through the show you and Layla were both sweaty and exhausted. Urban had snuck a few photos and Neelam recorded you to show Jack, knowing how impressed he’d be that you knew every word.

Jack was nearly almost done with his set list when you heard the opening chords to ‘Rendezvous’ begin to play. You started to giggle, turning to Layla to tell her about the joke you had made to Jack earlier using one of his lyrics to this song.

“That man is going to think of you every time he performs this one now” she joked and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I hope so” You put your hand over your mouth, trying to hide the obnoxiously goofy grin plastered across your face.

When ‘Keep it light’ started to play you started to get a lump in your throat, recalling a deep conversation you had with Jack.

A few months ago, you and Jack were talking about his album and he explained to you everything that went into it, since you met shortly after it had been released You weren’t sure what all went into it.

He told you all about long studio nights, therapy sessions, and just writing out his thoughts. This was the first time he had really been vulnerable with you, listening to him talk about his art made you feel closer to him.

That’s when you knew.

You knew you loved him, when he sat across from you on your bed. He was fidgeting with the drawstrings on his shorts, nervously but you found it endearing. He was explaining how ‘keep it light’ was slept on, but how he felt most connected to it. He explained how he surprised Maggie by using her voice at the end of the song.

He got emotional talking about his family, and explaining that his mom always told him to “absorb moments.” There was a certain twinkle in his eye, a vibrato in his voice, that made you so sure.

“Layla, I’m going to tell him I love him tonight” you confessed as Jack continued to perform.

“What?” She turned to you wide-eyed and excited, she mentally recalled her conversation with Urban at the Derby.

“I can’t hold it in any longer, and watching him perform tonight has me in awe of him” You felt your face grow warm, and you tried to hide it.

“Don’t be shy now!” She giggled as she pried your hands away from your cheeks.

“If he doesn’t feel the same we might have to cut this trip short” you mumbled, slightly panicked.

“Is he almost done? What’s left on the setlist?” Layla questioned knowing you had it saved in your phone.

“He has two more songs” you swallowed, knowing this was about to feel like the longest two songs in the world.

“Are you going to tell him in private or?”

“I don’t know, I feel like it’s just going to fly out of my mouth” you joked but you were so nervous you felt it could be half true.

When Jack finally got off stage, all of you were quickly rushed to the van, being escorted by security. Jack held your hand knowing that his team (who already knew about you) were the only ones around.

The drive back to the hotel felt long, everyone was giving Jack praises, including you. He was happy, and you were growing more and more nervous, overthinking was definitely starting to change your mind.

“Baby, I have to say something” you nervously choked out as everyone else had finally moved on to their own side conversations.

“Yeah?” His eyes darted left and right, trying to read your facial expression with zero luck. “Did you not like the show?”

You giggled nervously at his question, and his face softened in relief.

“I loved the show!”

“What was your favorite part?” He was sitting beside you, his thigh against yours. He turned his full attention to you, looking you directly in the eyes now.

“I mean everything?” You paused looking down and avoiding his gaze for a moment.

“Everything huh?” He laughed, his tongue visible against his cheek. He could tell you were holding back and it made him nervous.

You pulled up to the hotel, and everyone was starting to file out of the van. You and Jack were the last to get out, it was late so neither one of you thought twice about hiding your relationship from the world.

Jack grabbed your hand as you walked down the hotel hallway.

“Everything huh?” Jack repeated himself as the two of you entered your shared hotel room. “There wasn’t a specific part you liked most?”

“I mean…” you plopped down on the bed. “I had a specific part that stood out to me.”

“You’re killing me! What is it?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you as you looked up and into his baby-blue eyes.

“My favorite part was watching the man I love do the thing he loves” you nervously replied.

Jack froze, wondering if he was still riding the high of his show and hallucinating or if you just confessed that you loved him.

You took his silence as a rejection, standing up immediately and profusely apologizing and nervously rambling as you walked over to your suitcase.

“Y/N, Sweetheart” his voice was soft and calm, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned into a smile. He walked over to you, and you realized then that he felt it too.

“I love you too, I’ve been wanting to say it but I was too scared that I’d scare you away and I’m so relieved you said it first” he laughed and you wrapped your arms around him before he bent down to kiss you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he said between kisses, and the wave of nervousness had left you completely.

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