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heartfullofleeches · 1 month

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Dea [Worshipper God] comforting an upset Darling before Bed

Word Count: 1.2k. Commission 2/2.

Warnings: None besides some mild hurt/comfort. Pure fluff

No Pronouns for Reader. He/she/they used for Dea

“Penny for your thoughts, my grace?”

The slackness of your shoulders. Vacancy in your gaze. The incurious disposition to their cheerful greeting. All signs your vigilant adorer searches for upon being blessed with your return. As your most faithful and presumably sole devotee, Dea is forbearing to your woes - granting you time to settle in and breathe before airing their concerns.

A short walk to the couch with your hand in theirs, not another word spoken as the deity cautiously directs their touch to your shoulders - ushering you to the sanctity of the cushions. They proceed by relieving you of some of your burdens - peeling the damp coat from your arms and draping it over their right. As if this day couldn't get any worse for you, the beginnings of a storm had caught up to you right before you made it through the door. Dea knew they should have been more persistent when encouraging you to carry an umbrella with you, but the selfish part of them knew it'd serve to hasten your journey home.

Thankfully, aside from your jacket and hair, the rest of you was almost entirely dry. The deity excuses themselves to carry your coat elsewhere - returning seconds later with a towel in hand. Warmth radiates from the cloth as it's delicately placed atop your wet scalp. Only when her ears catch that awaited sigh of relief passing through your tight lips does their question reach you.

“Sure…”

It's pained - debilitated. There's that familiar, heart-rending sting swelling behind their eyes at the utter defeat in your voice. How he longed for the tears obscuring their vision to be sobs of joy… No- they mustn't cry when you are the one in turmoil. Dea waves a hand over their eyes, conjuring a small coin from their robes with the scant turn of their wrist. Taking your palm in theirs once more, the deity firmly places it in its center - closing your fingers around the offering with a tender kiss to the backs of your knuckles.

Upon first glance, it's simple to tell it's no ordinary penny. For one, it was significantly larger than one of typical size. Gold plated as an alternative to the common copper tinge. As your nails scrap over its surface, a thin line splinters the golden finish. You pick at the film with your nails until you're left with a white, faceless coin. You hold it closer to your face, sniffing curiously. No scent.

Hesitantly, you wedge the small disk between your teeth - biting down.

The coin breaks away as smoothly as butter whilst remaining firm on your tongue. As you chew, it makes a moment for any flavor to register. What you presumed to be white chocolate turned out to be… something else entirely. It doesn't quite taste like it anyway. This taste.. It reminds you of something. The first bite of a sweet you haven't had in some time. Did you eat so much of it that you grew bored of it? Was it not being sold anymore? Was it still in stores - and just didn't taste the same anymore?

Swallowing, you sigh. Where do you begin? Do you tell them about the falling out with your friends? Your troubles at work? How everytime it feels like you're taking a step forward in life, you're knocked three back? Your mind is racing, yet the rest of you feels so drained. It's all too much. At least for one night.

“I'm just… tired, Dea. That's all.”

Dea’s lips remained sealed - expression one of contemplation. It softens, fingers tucking a now dry strand of hair behind your ear as they hushedly mutter. “Thank you for being honest.”

The deity slides a hand beneath your knees, the other positioned to your neck as they lift you up from the couch, heading towards your bedroom. “I would appreciate hearing the minor details in the morning, but for now I believe some well deserved rest is what you are in need of most. Come morning, I shall have a bath for you prepared soon as you wake. How does that sound?”

Had they possessed a human heart - it may have combusted upon the weight of your head falling to their shoulder. “That sounds… actually kinda nice…..”

Dea pushes the door open with their foot, adjusting you in their arms as they enter your bedroom, trailing leisurely towards the bed. The blankets had already been peeled back, awaiting your fated return just as she had. The god places you upright on the mattress, kneeling as they lift your foot into their lap. Dea unties the laces of your shoe, gently grasping your ankle as they remove the footwear, setting it on the floor beside your bed. They repeat the process with your other shoe, carrying both of them to your closet to be safely stored away.

Joining your side yet again, Dea helps you into bed - arranging your legs comfortably beneath the sheets before rolling them up to your chin with a corner left untucked for them to easily slide into once finished with their mission.

“I am so proud of you, My Grace.”

Your voice is muffled by the layers of blankets swathed over you. “For what?”

‘Just for being you. It's not easy - being human, facing so many hardships throughout such a short time on this earth. I wish I could take it all away. Keep you from those who may harm you. As much as it pains me, I am aware being with others of your kind is a necessary part of life… It's what allows me to grang you the freedom to run off into this cruel reality with me everyday….”

Dea pauses.

“N-not that you need my permission! It just kills me to see you hurting… I've probably talked your ear off enough for one night- Goodnight, My Grace.”

“Dea?”

Your voice is even harder to make out than before.

“Yes?”

“....Thank you….”

The stinging behind their eye makes it return, but isn't as melancholic as before. “It is my pleasure, Y/n. As always.”

The deity shuts off the lamp beside your bed, snuggling up next to you with a protective arm projected over you as exhaustion takes hold - your eyes drifting close to the soothing whispers of your eternal admirer.

“Sweet dreams, My Grace. Know as you fall asleep that I will always protect you. As your faithful disciple, and the one who cherishes you ever so dearly in my heart.”

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wilteddreamsofbaldursgate · 3 months

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Starlit Skirts

Astarion x fem!ElfTav|| ao3 || Masterlist

Rating: T Word Count: +2.5k A little smile stole onto Tav’s lips. “I would’ve married you in the half-hour between having my back blown out and breakfast this morning, if you’d let me. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Better yet—the day before that. A lifetime ago…” By the way his lips tenderly began to mirror her own, she could tell that it was decided. Astarion would be her husband by morning.

a/n: Valentine's Gift Exchange for @marcynomercy ; happy early Valentine's Day! ♡

Tav was growing bored, positively so.

The early Autumn sun had pleasantly warmed her back when Astarion had first helped her onto the wooden step stool. Now, the chamber was bathed in the scattering light of late afternoons, the sun’s weakening sunrays crawling past the useless cheval glass in front of Tav.

Suppressing a yawn, her gaze wandered over the thick cotton sheet that was draped over the mirror, and—for the lack of anything better to do—she began to count the loose threats standing out from the tightly woven fabric one more time.

“I’m bored,” she declared when her eyes started to strain but a moment later.

Silence.

Tav rolled her eyes. Sometimes, it was rather irritating that Astarion only shut up when he was engrossed in his needlework—or when his mouth was otherwise occupied.

“You could at least entertain me a little,” she tried again, her voice light as she swallowed yet another yawn. “Since you’re keeping me on my toes like this all day...”

It was no use. As if he hadn’t heard her, Astarion continued to kneel at her feet, rearranging her skirts every once in a while to have them fall in a specific way Tav wasn’t privy to.

Astarion had been working on her wedding dress for months now, and although she’d donned the dress for a number of fittings, she’d yet to see the actual gown.

Astarion was adamant about keeping the look of the finished dress —his wedding gift to her— a secret, covering every reflective surface in the room, having her blindfolded if the need arose; working well into the night when their Elven eyes could only see in scales of grey.

So, all Tav knew about her wedding dress was that it was quite heavy, which was at odds with the cool gossamer fabric that felt so wonderfully soft against her skin, mimicking her lover’s sweet embrace…

Tav wasn’t able to suppress a third yawn. Not only was she bored, no, she was exhausted.

It was the second day in a row that Astarion had her stand in front of him for hours on end, and her body was becoming increasingly stiff. She wasn’t used to feeling this drained by doing absolutely nothing, but she supposed it couldn’t be helped.

“Don’t move,” Astarion muttered all of a sudden, pearl head pins secured between his teeth as he grabbed Tav’s wrist to keep her left arm from moving.

He’d pinned the dress’ knee-length sleeves to its skirt some time ago, insisting that he needed to see where they would overlay with…well, he wouldn’t tell her with what exactly.

Tav, frowning at his sharp command, hadn’t even noticed that she’d tried to roll back her shoulders, instinctively wanting to ease the dull ache in her joints.

“And no peeking.”

How had Astarion even known that she was glancing down at his silver locks when he was still re-pinning and inspecting the hem of her sleeve?

“Sorry,” Tav said, a tad too meekly to be considered honest as she ironed out her slouching shoulders.

Astarion acknowledged her with a huff, but that was more than enough for Tav. Wherever the Vampire’s mind had been wandering for the past hours, he was now back in the same room with her.

She would not let him go again.

“How much longer must I suffer, heart of my heart? My feet are getting so, so tired,” Tav pouted, accentuating her misery with a deep sigh. “I don’t think I can stand like this for another moment.”

It only took a heartbeat for Astarion’s busy hands to pause in their movement.

Tav allowed herself a triumphant, albeit small grin. If there was one thing Astarion couldn’t endure these days, it was her discomfort.

“Another moment is all I need, love. Promised.”

“I would so love to believe that, but you said the same thing at least three moments ago, you big old liar.”

Astarion scoffed, although Tav could hear a small grin of his own in his voice.

“Darling, it’s not my fault that I have to alter this dress every other damn week.”

Now, Tav let out a peeved laugh. The nerve of this man!

“It is, though!”

“Well, kind of,” Astarion admitted sheepishly. “Maybe?”

“Surely! Half of it is, at the very least.”

Astarion’s hands began picking at her skirts again. “Haven’t we already established that that was an accident?”

“You really are shameless, Astarion, truly,” Tav shook her head, the grin on her face widening.

How she wished she could see his face now! She could almost picture the way his eyebrows were knitted together, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a mask of concentration.

The dull ache in her spine was all she needed to decide that she’d earned herself that very sight of him. A look wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Slowly, Tav lowered her eyes, glancing down at Astarion through her eyelashes.

The bodice of her dress was ivory, she couldn’t help but notice entirely against her will; or a gentle cream. Maybe a very pale grey? It was already hard to tell in the growing half-light…

Tav bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to peek at the dress, really; she just couldn’t help it. And it wasn’t her fault that she could see past the crown of Astarion’s curly head. Or that she noticed the golden thread he pulled through her skirts, sewing on…a pearl? A crystal? It was something shiny for sure, but what?

Tav craned her neck, trying to get a better look at—

“Eyes up, damn you!” Astarion cried as he tilted his head back, catching her in the very act of gawking at as much of her dress as she could catch. “I swear I’ll have you blindfolded again.”

Tav’s eyes darted back up, pointing obediently towards the useless mirror as if they’d never left it to begin with.

“Oh, don’t you threaten me with a good time, darling,” Tav sighed dramatically, trying to make light of the way her heart raced.

“Let’s see if you’re this cheeky later tonight, shall we, pet?”

“That could be arranged—if you’re on your knees like this again…”

“Tempting. Very tempting indeed,” Astarion purred, his hand vanishing under her skirts without warning.

His nimble fingers trailed up from her ankle towards her knee, splaying out across the back of her thigh as he gently tugged her leg against his chest.

Tav gasped.

She didn’t dare another peek at him but was sure he was still looking up at her, face half buried in her skirts. The image inside her head expelled any lingering sense of her earlier fatigue.

“But let’s finish this first, alright? It really won’t be long now—you think you can endure your plight for a bit longer, you poor thing?”

Tav swallowed. This time, it was her turn to hide her embarrassment as she tried to look absorbed in the little dust particles floating through the day’s fading light.

“I suppose I can. But only because it’s you.”

“Good girl,” Astarion nodded approvingly against her shin before he withdrew, his hands taking up their work outside her skirts anew.

As it turned out, Astarion did keep his word this time.

It didn’t take very much longer until Tav could feel one final tug at her sleeve. A moment later, Astarion shook out her skirts one final time before he rose to his full height in front of her.

He unfastened the pincushion from around his wrist as he considered Tav from head to toe, circling her to examine his work.

“That should do,” he announced, coming to a halt behind her. “Close your eyes, love.”

Just like he always did, Astarion made to unfasten the lacing of Tav’s bodice.

Unlike the other times, though, she turned around before his fingers could hook under the lacing on her back; her arms came up to protectively wrap around her middle.

Astarion raised an eyebrow at her.

“What is it?”

“I want to see it.”

A deep frown settled between Astarion’s eyes as he slowly stepped behind her once again.

As if it were a dance, Tav turned to face him once more.

Astarion ran his hand through his hair, his crimson eyes searching hers as he tried to make sense of her silly game.

“You know why it’s called a wedding dress, my sweet? Because it’s worn on your wedding day— and that’s the day you’re going to see it.”

“Well, I’m wearing it right now,” Tav established with a shrug, earning herself a puzzled look from her lover.

Fiancé.

“What?” asked Tav. “We could be wed in a moment. Or three, considering you haven’t done your hair yet. The courthouse is right around the corner.”

Astarion, clearly surprised by her sudden proposal, opened his mouth, exposing his fangs for but a second before he pressed his lips into a thin line.

“All these months of wedding planning just to get it over with in one short moment?” He asked calmly. There was no bite in his voice, just honest curiosity.

A little smile stole onto Tav’s lips.

“I would’ve married you in the half-hour between having my back blown out and breakfast this morning, if you’d let me. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Better yet—the day before that. A lifetime ago…”

By the way his lips tenderly began to mirror her own, she could tell that it was decided.

Astarion would be her husband by morning.

But the pale elf was nothing if not a tease.

Taking a step towards Tav, his hand came up to her low neckline, fiddling with a detail Tav didn’t dare peek at—not under his intense crimson gaze.

“Why so impatient all of a sudden, dearest?”

Even while standing on the little step stool Tav had to raise her eyes to admire his beautiful face—the same face she wanted to look upon until the end of her days.

“I’m exhausted, Astarion. And maybe I’m even scared that time’s running out,” Tav murmured, putting into words what had troubled her for the past weeks as her hand reached for his. In an instant, his fingers intertwined with hers. “And I really don’t want to labour through another dress fitting, now that it’s getting all serious…”

Astarion pretended to look wounded as his thumb brushed over the back of her hand.

“Darling, and here I was thinking that we were already quite serious before our little accident.”

It was true—Tav had already put a ring on the Vampire’s finger a good decade ago, allowing them to not only spend their nights but days together.

There’d never been any need to rush to get married until now.

The Sunwalker’s Gift caught the fleeting daylight as Astarion raised his other hand to cup her cheek.

He considered her for a moment as she leaned into his touch.

“Are you sure?”

Tav only nodded once.

“Always been,” she whispered without any hesitation before she pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. “And my feet are literally killing me. My spine, too. And, gods, my shoulders—”

Tav’s moaning was interrupted by a quick peck on her lips. The tip of Astarion’s nose brushed against hers as he pulled back just enough to look at the blush on her face.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

“Absolutely not.”

Astarion nodded understandingly, his hand moving from her cheek down her shoulders, along the long sleeves of her dress. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her off the little stool, hugging Tav against him for a moment longer than necessary.

“Time for your wedding gift, then,” he whispered in her ear before he set her gently down on her feet in front of the mirror.

“Will you close your eyes one last time, love?”

Tav let out a delighted little laugh as she squeezed her eyes shut—this time she really wouldn’t sneak a look.

The heavy cotton sheet that had covered the tall mirror for months fell to the floor with a thud.

“You may look now,” Astarion said, his hand still lingering —trembling?— on her hip.

Tav’s wedding gown was unlike anything she’d ever seen.

Not knowing where to look first, she gaped at the tiny crystals sewn along her neckline as they caught the light of the golden hour fading into shades of blue.

Brilliant embroidery shot down her batwing sleeves like silver linings, naturally guiding her gaze down to her skirts.

“Oh,” Tav breathed, watching the lonely form in the mirror brushing her fingertips over the starlit skirts cascading down her swollen belly like water.

Golden threads brought pearls and crystals together in the most breathtaking constellations, making Tav think of the few fleeting moments between night and daybreak when the sky is at its softest periwinkle, kissed by the gentle fingers of the morning sun.

“Well,” Astarion cleared his throat. “I wanted it to be unforgettable, but since you’d other plans…”

Dumbstruck, Tav could only tear her eyes from her reflection because she needed to see the man who had created all of this. What would she give right then to watch him stand next to her in the mirror?

“Astarion—” was all she could get out before the first tears began streaming down her face. “It is—it really is unforgettable!”

Astarions pulled her back against his chest, his chin resting atop her head as he urged Tav to look back in the mirror.

“Oh, don’t mention it,” he purred against her dark hair. “It’s just some fabric wrapped around my entire world.”

Tav hiccuped up a laugh, leaning back into Astarion. Maybe it was the tears, or the standing up all day, the babe growing inside her or just the dizzying feeling of profound happiness, but she didn’t quite trust her balance.

“Would you look at my swooning little bride,” Astarion grinned as he turned her to take her in, his hand unwilling to stray from her waist.

“Do you like it?”

Tav nodded vehemently, accentuating the truth of it with more tears.

“But I don’t have your gift ready yet, I’m afraid,” she pouted as Astarion tugged some loose strands of hair behind her pointy ears.

“No hurry, my heart,” he said, wishing with all his undead heart that he could see himself standing beside his bride in the mirror, caressing her ever-growing belly that had been so tedious to work with. Maybe one day he would. “Unlike you, I’m patience incarnate; I can wait a moment longer. Or however many more moments that little accident of ours may need.” Tav dared to stand up on her toes and pressed a lingering kiss against Astarion’s lips. “Let’s go show off this masterpiece of a dress in the meantime?” Astarion grinned as he beheld Tav lifting her skirts so that she could get a better look at a section of embroidery he’d laboured over for weeks. He wouldn’t tell her that her happy smile was the very thing that made her dress shine—that knowledge was his selfish little present to himself. “Why, darling, that’s a gift I'll gladly accept for now.”

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sp0iledprincess55 · 4 months

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I WANNA START A VOID CHALLENGE SINCE IM BORED 😭

So first things first, THE DISCLAMERS

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3.) PLEASE HAVE FUN ! 💞

(REVEAL !!!)

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rainswept · 25 days

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counting backwards — throwing muses. 0.8k words.

Fog has found a comfortable residence nestled in Aventurine’s brain—a bustling one, strangling clear thoughts and fond reminiscence and expertly avoiding those gnawing memories he wished it would swallow.

He looks into the mirror, he shows his teeth. He hopes, to others, it looks like a smile and not a snarl—though, to him, he still looks afraid, and he swears he can still see the yellowing he had earned after so long of not being able to care for them (despite how the gold of his wealth had cancelled it out long ago and chased it off).

It was voracious, clamoring like a starved man, armed with an achingly empty stomach at all times; it was nimble, and it trembled whenever he did—with hunger, sickness, the cold, or fear, he didn’t know, it was a toss up—skin melded to bone. Yet, as much as it ate at his clairvoyance, it didn’t grow—it just… lingered, in the corner of his cluttered head, emaciated and shaking. It stared at him. It had his eyes, and the same blond hair.

He keeps practicing. He wants his expression to be bright like a future that is looking up, like the sun during the first glimpse of it after rain, and infectious—but it was bright like a warning sign, like the sun beating down on an arid and drought-stricken desert, and diseased. That wouldn’t do. His sight was bleary, and his hair was a mess, and he fell asleep in last night’s clothes; nothing about him screamed refined or expensive or high quality or worth anything at all.

It felt fearful, in a way, but it cared for its host just as the weather outside did. Maybe even less. It rained for Kakavasha, but this? This didn’t change for a thing. All it did was fast forward the time on the clock. All it did was steal from him, little by little, thread by thread, coin by coin, unraveling, rusting, wasting. But that was fine. He had money and memories to give now. He had the means to feed both himself and it. He was generous—he always was, but now he could truly afford to be without sacrifice.

For as long and well as he had played the role of carefully crafted, embellished with gold and beholding bones of wrought iron, every rotting rope making him up was one rainstorm away from snapping.

Speaking of Kakavasha, he didn’t remember much of him. All that lingered was the fear, because as much as he washed the blood—his kin, his kills—off of himself, that little frayed part of him, wide-eyed and with no more tears to cry, remained playing dead under its current.

He combs out any tangles sleep had imparted in the strands of his hair. He washes it out—the scent of the soap doesn’t take long to leave him with a headache, so he rinses and replaces it with equally migraine-inducing conditioner. He combs through it until he no longer looks unkempt or unwell.

That fog is still here. He should remind himself to grab his keys, just in case.

He hooks his finger in the corner of his mouth, pulls it back a bit further to check for any plaque or pieces of food left on his molars. There is none. He keeps looking. He straightens out his clothes, stares and bores holes into every last crevice that could hide a tell. He stares and stares. He remembers a time when he had no reflection, only sand and kin, only a guess at what he looked like. That was long ago.

In the mirror, when he still only saw himself in the faces of his family, mauve hair fell, and her voice still echoes: “What’s worth more to you, Kakavasha—the life in your veins, or the gaze you share with those incinerated bodies?”

What is more important to you, Kakavasha, the blood that keeps your heart that deserves nothing but death beating, or the blood that makes you Avgin, that ties you by something indisputable to the only thing you ever learned how to cherish?

That was what she meant. It was a stupid question.

He fixes his shirt one last time. He grabs his keys.

He knew how to answer, then, and he still does now, because he would drain his arteries of every last drop if it meant seeing them unpainted with theirs again—for the color to return to their faces, the life to their dull eyes—

He closes the door behind him with a soft click.

But that can’t happen. So he will continue to dress his wounds, cut his losses, and survive, until he inevitably joins them.

(He will never join them. They are dust, scattered in fragments across space. He will be buried in a lavish coffin.)

#rainswept #aventurine #hsr aventurine #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #<- idk i guess #not really but it can be seen as an add on to the series… so whatever

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r0mantic-f00l · 3 months

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(this turned out to be a bit angstier than I thought but still has a happy ending!)

I present to you, enemies to lovers with mr regulus black!

Infatuation

Regulus Black.

There was nobody else you despised more. Nobody else could make you snarl at his ridiculous wavy hair, his stupid ocean-blue eyes, his smarmy yet lucent grin. Nobody else made your skin crawl, your blood rush through your veins, your heartbeat rapidly increasing in its speed.

You hated him.

Truly despised him.

Yet with that hate came infatuation.

Whenever he walked into the room you were already in, with his chin pointed upwards whilst his lips curled into an arrogant grin, you gazed at him with such passionate hatred behind your eyes. And he was already staring at you with the exact same hatred.

You hated it when he sat across from you in the Great Hall, staring at you with blank, beady eyes whilst you conversed with a boy, a handsome boy, a boy who smiled at you and laughed at your jokes and glanced at you in a way that didn't show complete hatred. You lost focus when Regulus would glare at you, or perhaps you told yourself that to stop the suggestion that you simply grew bored of the boy entering your mind.

You did love some things about Regulus.

You loved the exhilaration he gave you when you did something you were not supposed to do to make him suffer (only mildly, of course, much to your dismay). You loved the competition, the rivalry present between you whenever you sat next to each other in Potions. Most of all, you loved the freedom he gave you to not be a perfect angel. With everyone else, you had to smile like a goddess, walk like a swan, talk like a princess. With him, all of that was forgotten. You were grateful, however, for the brief escape he unknowingly allowed you from being perfect all the time. It was tiring, draining you from inside your heart.

He knew how devilish you truly could be, and he relished in the hell you provided him.

You walked into the Potions class one afternoon, your last lesson of the day, and sat in your designated seat; at the very back of the classroom where nobody (bur Regulus) could bother you.

It seemed the boy was running late, and although you grinned in satisfaction on the outside, you felt your heartbeat decrease in its speed.

Slughorn had begun to talk, smiling in an annoyingly jovial way, when Regulus had rushed in with a sour look on his face, and your heartbeat drummed against your chest.

"Regulus, my boy! Better late than never." Slughorn joked, oblivious to the boy muttering under his breath, seemingly frustrated as he took his seat next to you.

You glanced over at him, watching as he threw his quill and his books out in anger.

Your grin grew bigger.

"Oh no, is the precious teacher's pet frustrated 'cause he was late?" You pouted in faux sympathy, bashing your eyelashes as he snarled.

"Shut up."

You laughed, seemingly finding humour in the boy's sour mood.

"Wow, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, Reggie?"

He scoffed.

"I told you to stop calling me Reggie."

"Well, I didn't promise anything, did I?"

The boy dipped his quill in his pot of ink, writing notes in a messy scrawl, trying his hardest to ignore you, and your stupid grin, and your ridiculously beautiful hair, and your glossy lips that reflected the light of the candles.

"Hmm, are you ignoring me now?" You asked, subconsciously leaning closer, making the boy take a deep breath which you mistook as a sign of annoyance.

He continued to write, making you huff and roll your eyes.

"You're no fun today."

"Well excuse me for actually wanting to pay attention in this class for once."

You grinned, and Regulus instantly knew he said his words wrong.

"So you're saying that you pay attention to me in most of these lessons?"

"I'm saying that you bother me that much with your incessant rambling that I don't have time to do work." The boy spoke through gritted teeth, no longer writing but still staring down at his page.

"Just say you're in love with me at this point, Reggie." You grinned.

Regulus glanced up from his page, still not quite looking at you just yet, but rather focusing his gaze on your hand that touched his side of the desk.

"..And if I was?"

Finally, your grin had dropped, the curve of your lip faltering as you processed his words. Only 4 words he said, but it made your heart beat rapidly, your brain stop working, your lungs stop bringing in air.

The boy had looked up at you then, a slight smirk on his face, yet his eyes could not be read, could not be understood by your eyes which had memorised every one of his looks, his mechanisms, his patterns. This, this was unlike him. This was not the Regulus Black you'd grown to passionately despise.

"W-What?"

"I said," He leaned closer to you, staring at you intently.

"If I was in love with you, if I couldn't stop thinking about everything you do, if I have driven myself insane over the thought of you, what would you do?"

He found humour in the way your mouth was slightly agape, your eyes scanning his as you had appeared to stop breathing.

"I-I," You tried to say something, but your mouth had ran dry and your mind did not provide you with any help. It was as if you had forgotten how to speak.

He pouted slightly, tilting his head as he watched you struggle to find words.

"Nothing?" Regulus questioned, copying your faux sympathy you always had whenever the boy was in a sour mood just like before.

Still, you could not speak, could not utter the words your heart screamed in your chest as you continued to stare at him with a perplexed and shocked expression.

He turned back to his notes and grinned to himself, feeling pride in his success to make you silent.

It was only when Slughorn began to dismiss the class that you spoke up once again, yet with such a feeble and broken voice.

"I truly cannot stand you."

You then hurried out of the classroom, your bag knocking pots of ink down on the floor as you stormed away.

It wasn't the first time you had said that, in fact Regulus had lost count of how many times you told him you hated him, but this was different. There was true venom behind your words, true fury in your voice. Yet your voice still wobbled in an upset manner, your bottom lip slightly quivering as you hid your glassy eyes away from him.

And the boy was compelled to follow after you, calling out your name as he ignored the confused looks of other students.

Regulus Black, running after the girl who he despised, with such desperation?

The boy did not know by what he was compelled, he did not know the emotions that entered his heart like a virus, he did not know why his legs were picking up speed as you rushed away from him. All he did know was he had done something devastatingly wrong.

You walked into a desolate classroom and slammed the door, but you were too late in your efforts to keep him out, Regulus opening the door shortly after you closed it.

"Go away, Reggie." You murmured in a weak manner, the boy ignoring your request as he stepped closer to you, unsure what to do in this situation to calm you down. Because you didn't seem angry, no, you seemed distraught.

"What's wrong? What did I do?" He asked, approaching you as if you were a delicate, yet dangerous creature.

"Go away, Regulus!" You snapped, shocking both the boy and yourself as you yelled.

He saw the way tears dropped from your eyes, and he felt his heart shatter.

"N-No, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving you." He drew closer to you, holding his arms out as if to hug you, but stopping in his movement like he didn't know how to, like he didn't know if he could.

"Please, just go away." You repeated your request again, your feeble, muttering voice returning. Yet your words contrasts your actions, as you held onto his arms for support.

"Tell me what I did that made you like this. Tell me." Regulus asked, desperation appearing in his eyes and in the way he spoke as he watched you weep.

"Y-You," Unable to get the words out, you took a deep breath, before crumbling down all over again.

"You don't joke about loving someone, Reggie! Not like that. Not when that someone actually loves you!"

In that moment, everything clicked into place for Regulus. That was why he chased after you. That was why he glared at whatever other boy you smiled at. That was why he was mean and cruel and bitter towards you. Because he loved you. And he didn't know how to show it. After all, how can someone show love it they have never been shown it themselves?

Your cries filled the silence in the room as he processed all his thoughts and his feelings. Though, there was not much to process, they were all of you.

"Y-You love me?"

You scoffed, stepping away from him as you harshly wiped away your tears as if you were disgusted at your own emotions.

"Yes, I do. I love you. And it's such a cruel fate." You snarked, yet you felt weaker.

Regulus walked towards you once more, but stopped in his tracks before he could get too close.

"I-I love you. I love you." He repeated it, sinking it in to your and his brain, and he smiled. A smile not of arrogance, or of mischief, but rather a smile of content, of peace, of belonging.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you snapped out of it, whatever spell his words placed on you, and you sniffed, looking down at the wood beneath you as you folded your arms.

"No you don't."

Regulus' eyebrows furrowed, and he chose to step closer to you finally, to breach that line that you both drawn since the first year in Hogwarts.

"I do. I-I realise now, that I've loved you ever since I met you. I just... I suppose I repressed it." He tucked your hair behind your ear, making you look up to see his soft smile.

"I've grown tired of pretending to hate you, when you're the person I love most in this world."

You glanced between his eyes, and saw a sign of love, recognising truth behind his words, and your brain memorised that as another mood of his, one that you would see always.

"Really?"

He nodded, cupping your face.

"Truly."

You smiled, and held the hands that was holding your face, and leaned in for a soft kiss, a kiss that Regulus did not know how to give, but he was a rather quick learner, always had been.

That day, you learned that the infatuation you had for the boy was not one born out of pure passionate hatred, but rather an overwhelming amount of love.

#marauders #regulus black #enemies to lovers #marauders era #regulus black angst #angst with a happy ending #regulus black x reader

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milkstoner · 11 months

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Malleus is 178, and if the story of Twisted Wonderland is set in 2020, he was born in 1842, you know, the very middle of the 19th century. In the human history of the west, we associate those times with progress and revolutions in art (impressionism in france), science (darwin), geopolitics (japan opening its borders)… these are the first hundred years of the mass society, modernity, in constant expansion. There was a conscious shift in paradigms. Everything started happening so fast.

Malleus’ birth must have symbolized those same values for the fey of the night. It was probably a miracle to the people, seeing as it was confirmed a dragon egg hatches with the help of its parent’s love. Because of reasons that haven’t been confirmed yet (many speculate Lilia drained his magic for a few hundred years), the little prince is born and he will bring a new era when the time comes. It seems the pressure is on for Malleus to act older than he is. As such, it’s no surprise that Malleus will prematurely refer to himself as a king, as evidenced in one of his magic3 lines as well as one of his dorm card homescreen lines. Lilia also refers to him as a king in the Savanaclaw localization.

His physicality doesn’t help; I don’t need to remind you that Malleus already is regarded as one of the most powerful mages ever. In a voiceline, Malleus says that to be a leader, all you need to do is show your power. He and many others seem to associate power with maturity… but I see Malleus’ as modernity, constant change, which, in the wake of the mass society during the 17th century, is young. He still has many many years to live and his strength will only be greater. This is not yet his prime. But that sheer power is inherited from a family tree which is ancient and whose roots are his very veins. The wrath of Maleficent when she cursed Aurora is Malleus’ heartbeat. If historiography can’t convey myths and legends and tales accurately, Malleus’ hands, his wings, his eyes will remind all of the Thorn Fairy’s former glory.

But if the constant fandom jokes about Malleus being a manchild are anything to go by, we all know he is mentally a boy. He is young, you know, he is a paradox and an anachronism; his psychology evokes the constant anxiety and fear of judgement of the middle ages, the misery, the catacombs, the plague, it seems like we are at the very start of the concept of civilization, entire peoples are decimated by illness, and this goes on for a thousand years. Malleus is jaded, bored, he is far too powerful and everything is so dull, the days blend together and he insists he is a grown man and he needs no patronizing, he sees those around him as babies, but the middle ages are decay and artistically stunted, much like Malleus’ mind, because he doesn’t want to lose, he’s afraid, and when you are a child everything you feel is so vivid and intense and you feel like everyday is the end of the world.

So to answer the question; is Malleus young or old? The lines are blurred. He doesn’t know anymore.

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #malleus twst #twst malleus

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Does fae!König get upset that Ghost and Love grew the baby that could have been his and liebling's? Does Love tell Liebling that Little Cabbage came from the thrown out seed? Canon or not, the baby is cute

I was already thinking about this. This is Liebling's nightmare scenario. Which means it's her POV.

You don't think you've ever seen Ghost enter the shop not looking like he's here for your immortal soul. Similarly you've never seen Love look so put together. You have also, and this is the most important part, never seen that baby before.

The little one asleep in the carrier strapped to Ghost's chest, a little pink scrunchy hat and hello kitty sunglasses on its tiny head as it snoozes. You're almost too distracted by the fact Ghost has the baby to notice Love's shirt proudly proclaiming in hot pink, "Baby Thief." Ghost grabs the back of her shirt collar before she can launch herself at you.

"Behave," He tells her in a firm voice, letting her go when she drops her arms from their grabbing position. "I'm going to talk to König, ask your question nicely."

"I'm always nice." Love tells him, Ghost hums like he doesn't believe her and wanders off further into the store. Love turns the full force of her attention on you.

"Who's baby?" You ask, eyeing her shirt.

"Mine." Somehow you don't believe her.

"You weren't pregnant. You would've told me." You remind her, gently as you can. She hums in the same tone Ghost did, nodding her head slightly.

"Funny story. You remember that weird seed you said you'd never plant in a million years because it could Audrey two your ass?" You nod, half listening as you watch König bend down to wiggle his fingers at the baby on Ghost's chest. You can see Ghost's mask moving, he must be saying something, his large hands holding up the baby's to point towards Love. "Well I figured I'd plant it since you didn't want it," No, not pointing at Love, at you, "and it grew a baby."

König's head snaps to look at you so fast you don't have time to process what Love just said before all your blood drains out through your feet. His eyes bore holes through you, cold fury radiating off of him almost visible in the way shadows seem to collect around his form. His limbs are all wrong, body wrong, eyes so red you think they might have invented to color. His teeth bare through his obscura. He takes a step towards you and you shove your hand in the small bowl of Iron rings on the counter faster than you can think. Unable to move and break his gaze, but at least able to make him think twice about coming after you right this second.

Ghost grabs König's arm, his grip as unflinching as the metal you slide onto your fingers, holding König steadfast as he speaks. Your breathing feels far too quick and uneven as you boyfriend takes a careful step back into his previous conversation(into his human form) and breaks your gaze. Love's grip on your arm comes into focus over the ringing in your ears, the tight warmth of her hand, you pull your attention back to her. The look of concern on her face is one you haven't seen before.

"I'm fine," You shrug off her hand. Your body too hot and too cold, darkness fuzzing the edges of your vision.

"Sit down," You sit heavy on your stool behind the counter, you hate when she does that, and shake off the tether she burned, "looked like you were about to faint. Listen I didn't come to give the kid back, she's-" Love looks over her shoulder at Ghost and the baby, you've never seen that look either, she shakes her head and looks back at you, "I came because I wanted to ask if you'd be her godmother."

"Is Ghost asking König to be godfather?" You ask, trying to process whatever the hell is happening in your life before you have a panic attack.

"God no," Love snorts, "Soap's the godfather." You have no idea who that is. "No, Simon's just showing off."

You both watch the specter of death lift the baby from her harness and snuggle her against the crook of his arm so König can see her. For all the softness, you can tell how watchful Ghost's eyes are, how closely Love watches as well. Almost on edge when König's fingers shake the baby's tiny hand. It makes you uneasy. What do they think he'll do? What were you afraid he'd do?

"Why are you asking me to be godmother?" You try to quiet your anxiety, bring Love's attention back to you. It works well enough.

"Because you're my friend?" She really only knows how to raise more questions in your life. You stare at her.

"We're friends?"

"Bitch." She snorts, you blink, not sure what's funny. She pulls out her phone and taps a few things with a shake of her head. When she turns it to face you it's your text conversation. "We text all the time every day, I come to hang out with you at least once a week, the fact that I can steal shit out of your house? Come on."

You're not sure what her sticky fingers have to do with your friendship, but she raises some valid points besides that.

"As long as you're not trying to give it back."

"Not on your life." Love grins, you do your best to smile back.

"Then sure, I'd love to be godmother." Well, maybe love is a strong word, but you're flattered and she's right you don't think you have a closer friend.

A tiny wail bounces through the store, Love's gaze snaps to Ghost where he's bouncing the baby. König has his hands up like he's afraid to touch it, or is attempting to maintain his innocence in the new tears. Ghost waves him off and makes his way back over to you and Love. Handing the fussy bundle to Love's waiting arms.

"Pourquoi pleures-tu mon petit chou?" She coos down at the baby, tucking it against her shoulder to bounce gently. You gotta admit it's a pretty cute little thing, still you're glad it's not yours. You grip your fist tightly, feeling the dig of metal against your palm as König hovers nearby.

"Wir werden später reden," He promises, low and dangerous, just for you to hear. You can feel his desire to touch you, held just at bay by the iron jewelry.

"I didn't know you spoke French," You smile at Love, anything to keep her around longer and delay the inevitable.

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cherrypeaking · 1 year

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cushions (taehyun x fem!reader smut)

part 2 👉 strawberries

wc: 5k words

summary: it is when your boyfriend who’s so adamant on being the big spoon, asks if he can try it the other way around, that he realizes he’s been missing out on your boobs. you two haven’t had much time to yourselves because he’s so busy… but he will surely make up for it. <3

warnings: dom!taehyun, noona!reader, uses she/her pronouns and has boobs big enough to give him a titjob, taehyun calls you noona and princess, taehyun has a full blown boob fetish, body worship?? boob worship?? perv!taehyun, semi(?)public sexual acts, fem oral receiving, titjob

a/n: idk what came over me and why it’s so damn long i hope you all won’t be bored at least the moodboard is funny to look at LOL i just wanted some boob tyun lover fic :((

“I’m so sleepy…” Taehyun sighed out, sitting down on his side of the edge of the bed.

Work had been particularly draining, and despite being a night owl, tonight he felt as if he would merely need to get himself under the blanket to be knocked out.

You tilted your head to look at your boyfriend, who was yawning, fully ready to fall into the arms of Morpheus.

“Then, please, go to sleep sweetheart.” you gently advised him.

Taehyun smiled, already feeling relief, because he knew he could count on you as you would most probably stay up till later.

You both laid on your sides, facing each other. The gap between your bodies shrank more and more as you two hugged tight. Taehyun hummed, feeling satisfied with solely having you there with him.

It was usually after a couple of kisses and cuddles that you instinctively lowered yourself, to have your face rest against his toned chest.

“Y/N…” His voice stopped you right on your tracks. “I want to be the little spoon tonight…” he added, making your heart flutter.

You had suggested it to him on several occasions, but assumed that it was just not what he was interested in. He never took you up on the offer after all and your sleeping positions simply remained the same – not that you were complaining though.

One of your hands reached for his head, gently petting his hair and disheveling it a little.

“What are you waiting for my love?” you teased him, hearing an obvious gulp from him.

You peered at how he gradually slid down, until the bridge of his nose was facing your breasts. A small gasp escaped your lips, feeling warmth within your thorax as your heartbeat quickened with excitement.

Taehyun let his left cheek rest on where your cleavage would be if you were wearing a bra under your nightgown.

As soon as you saw how peaceful he looked, you went back to caressing his hair, wanting to help him drift to sleep.

“So comfy…” he whispered and you almost didn’t hear him, except he yawned right after, giving himself away.

You let out a little chuckle, hissing as you felt him tilt his head, fully facing your breasts now.

“Noona… I love you…” he mumbled, but his voice was muffled because he was quite literally speaking into your boobs.

You still understood what he meant and smiled at him dearly, even though he was already closing his eyes, thus could not see you anymore.

“I love you too, Taehyun… sweet dreams my love…” and with those words, Taehyun was out cold.

The alarm from Taehyun’s cell phone made its way into your ears, increasing in volume within seconds.

Your eyes opened, noticing your boyfriend’s messy hair situated right in front of your chest.

“Baby? Baby…” you placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to lightly shake him awake.

It wasn’t as if Taehyun didn’t look adorable, peacefully sleeping on your breasts, but only he could turn off his alarm…

“Hm? Oh… my love…” he seemed to have woken up, but looked way too comfortable to even lift a finger. Perhaps he hadn’t even heard his alarm going off.

You tried gently pulling him away from you, except the more you tried, the tighter his embrace was.

“Taehyun… please just turn off your alarm…” you pleaded him, giving up your struggle.

The said boy hummed, sounding a little confused. He obviously wasn’t willing to budge even a bit.

You scoffed, trying to extend your arm, wanting to reach his night table. In the end, you did it – you tapped on Taehyun’s phone’s screen.

“Phew… sheesh, Taehyun!” you sighed, feeling relieved that the tune was finally gone.

When he heard you say his name in such a frustrated way, Taehyun inclined his head to face you upwards, with the biggest doe eyes he had ever given you. Interestingly enough, he never pulled away, his nose still very much buried in the crevice of your breasts.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pouted, not being able to be irritated when he was just… looking like the sweetest boy ever.

“Baby… you have to go to work…” you tried reasoning with him, even though he seemed so cozy.

Who would’ve thought he would enjoy being in your arms so much that he wouldn’t want to let go of you?

Taehyun sighed, sending a shiver down your spine, because you felt his breath directly into your boobs.

“You’re right. I was just so comfy…” he purred out, slowly and half heartedly pulling himself away from you.

You smiled, seeing your adorable – still sleepy – boyfriend stretch as a little kitten would.

“I’ll be waiting for you at home, my sweetheart.” you asserted, making him return your smile.

After he had breakfast, Taehyun got himself ready to go to work for the rest of the day.

“See you later, noona.” the younger planted a peck on your cheek, which freed butterflies inside your tummy.

You giggled, leaning in to softly kiss his nose.

“See you later, dear.” you responded, pouting a little when he disappeared as you closed the door he walked out from.

Not having your boyfriend around wasn’t something you weren’t accustomed to, especially during your days off, because Taehyun had draining schedules. It obviously didn’t mean that you didn’t miss him, but you had managed to find activities for yourself to kill time.

You decided to get in the bathroom for a bubble bath, before doing anything of your day.

As you undressed, the reflection of your nude figure in the mirror caught your attention. Your gaze shifted from your face, to your body – stopping at your breasts.

You couldn’t forget the sight of Taehyun’s face, buried in your chest. It made you smile, you were feeling so much love for him. Hopefully, he would want to be the little spoon more often from then on.

Seems like he liked having his face in my tits…

You giggled, turning on the faucet to let water run down the tub.

After your bath, you dressed yourself back up, then walked into the kitchen to check what time it was.

11:30AM, noon is coming soon. Hmm…

Considering you were home alone, you reckoned you had more than enough time to cook a nice lunch for yourself. You went through all the ingredients in the kitchen’s cupboards, wondering what you would want to eat, until a bell rang in your head.

“I should try to cook Taehyun something for when he gets back…” you told yourself, happily imagining his reaction.

Taehyun was the better cook between the two of you, so you hadn’t really dared cooking him anything before. But especially after this morning, you wanted to specially treat him. He was such a hardworking man, plus you two barely had time to yourselves together because of his schedules.

In the end, you chose to bake him a little dessert, perfect for a treat in the evening.

Once you were done with your lunch, you grabbed Taehyun’s apron hanging on the handle of the kitchen’s door and tied it around your waist, feeling determined as ever to surprise your boyfriend.

You were so immersed in your cooking and getting the right ingredients in the correct amounts, that you didn’t expect to hear the dinging sound from your phone.

“I miss you :(“ Taehyun’s name popping up in your notifications made your eyes sparkle with joy.

Taehyun never struck anyone as a clingy person, except to five people – his friends, and you. You giggled, sensing that he was specifically more engaged in talking with you while he was at work than usual.

Ultimately, you decided to send him a selfie of you, just sporting his apron and smiling, with the caption reading ‘Guess what I’m doing baby ;)’

“Woah… noona… have fun cooking! I’m so lucky… We should cook together sometime when I’m free!” His answer made you feel giddy.

As you thanked him immediately through text, you got back to where you were on your recipe.

Seconds, minutes passed by… and you weren’t hearing any more notification from your phone. You were a bit surprised, but assumed Taehyun got busy again.

“Fuck…” Taehyun guiltily moved his left hand up and down, his fingers desperately wrapped around his dick.

He had locked himself in his office during lunch break, right after his conversation with you. Taehyun didn’t really understand what came over him when he saw your selfie.

Usually, he would simply praise your beauty and energy, smile at the picture to get him through the day in a good mood.

However, last night seemed to have changed him – woken something up inside of him.

There he was then, at his desk, his cock in one hand, his cell phone in the other, so he could keep his eyes glued to your selfie.

“Ah… fuck…” his ears were reddening, because he knew exactly where he was looking.

He wasn’t one to shy away, but when it came to you, particularly since you two had hardly had enough quality time together, he was feeling bashful.

Moreover if he was jerking off while staying fixated on your breasts. He let his thumb and index finger work on his phone screen to zoom in on your selfie and have a better look at your chest, although covered by the apron.

“S-shit…!” he groaned, his blood rushing to his cheeks, adding a pretty blush to them, as they were starting to get flushed.

Taehyun couldn’t help making the most obscene noises in his office, he had so much pent up energy, coming from having too few opportunities to touch you in the past months.

Your selfie… Taehyun could only assume you wouldn’t consider it anything special or revealing, hence why he felt almost ashamed for getting horny from it.

But your breasts… their softness that he could still reminisce from last night, their curves that he could witness on your selfie, under the apron, all of it was clouding his already aroused mind.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for him, he loved every part of you, whether it was your body or your personality.

What the fuck am I doing? I’m going insane…

Despite that, his grip on his dick tightened and he picked up the pace, pumping his arousal up and down. He was feeling so desperate that, not only did he keep looking at your picture but fantasies also started playing in his mind.

You would both be back home from work, and he imagined peeking in on you as you were changing to your nightgown. Except he would get caught.

“Taehyun! Come on out, I saw you, perv!” you’d exclaim, trying to cover your chest by folding your arms against it.

Being called that name by you made him shiver. His mouth opened into a smirk, pulling out his tongue to pant with shameful pleasure.

“I couldn’t help myself noona… your body is amazing…” he’d retort, looking you up and down, drool pooling out of his mouth.

He’d push you onto your bed, looking directly at your breasts.

Taehyun looked down, and caught the collar of his shirt with his teeth, imagining he was sucking your nipple.

“I-I didn’t know you liked my tits so much…” you’d whimper to the feeling of his kisses on your chest.

He sucked on the cloth in his mouth as hard as he could, letting out muffled groans because he could feel himself reach his climax soon.

“I do, they drive me crazy noona…” he’d mouth out, spitting on one of your boobs to get it wet.

Your flushed, timid, face with your hardening nipples right in front of him was an image that drove him wild – to the edge.

“Y/N…!” His lips released the – now – damp collar as he threw his head backwards, cumming into his hand with a whimper of your name.

It took him several minutes to get back down from his high and he was completely spent. When he did, Taehyun hurried over to the nearest bathroom to clean himself.

“Ta-da!” you rejoiced as you opened the oven, taking out the first part of your strawberry pie.

You proudly noticed the mold had fully shaped the crust into a beautiful form. You put it on the table, next to a bowl, full of fresh strawberries.

When you were about to spread the sugary cream mix in your pie, the sound of your phone ringing startled you.

“I’ll be home in 30 minutes, noona. Can’t wait to see you.” Taehyun’s message surprised you.

Has he gotten off work early?

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just wanted to make sure your pie would be done before he would arrive.

“Gotta pick up the pace!” you told yourself, enthusiastically. Seeing your boyfriend happy to eat something you’d baked him was enough to spur you on.

Since you were in a hurry, your gaze swiftly darted towards the clock to check the time.

4PM… Okay, Taehyun will be back at 4:30PM… Let’s go!

With a motivated smile, you pleasantly hummed to your favorite tune and went back to cooking.

The sound of keys unlocking the door came sooner than later. You jumped a little and retracted your arms from the pie, who was well done, right on time. You were so excited and satisfied, Taehyun just needed to taste it to tell you if it were good and you would be fully content.

“Y/N! I’m home!” Taehyun called out for you and you didn’t need to be told twice.

You hurried over to the door to greet your boyfriend, by jumping into his arms for an embrace. You had missed him more than you wanted to admit, so feeling him close to you again that early made you feel so much joy.

When you felt Taehyun’s lips on your left ear, your breath hitched in surprise.

“Still wearing my apron noona? Looking all pretty just for me, when I get home?” he teasingly whispered and you immediately understood what kind of mood he was in.

Taehyun’s hands left your back to trail across your sides.

“Baby…” you shivered when he planted a kiss on your ear, slightly suckling the skin while he was at it.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, it had been too long without touching him. You pushed him against the door, slamming it shut.

“Seems like you’re needy for me too, hm? Noona?” he purred, making you look up at him.

It was when you realized he wasn’t really looking you in the eyes.

Just below.

Your cheeks heated up in arousal, before leaning in to kiss him passionately.

Taehyun growled against your lips, already wanting access to your mouth, which you granted him quickly.

“Missed you…so much…” you whispered, as your boyfriend tickled your lower lip with his tongue.

Eventually, his hands fell down to your thighs, applying pressure to carry you. You let out a squeak when you were up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Both of you were so needy for each other that it didn’t take long for you to reach the bedroom, which was when Taehyun let you fall onto the mattress.

“Fuck… I’ve been dreaming of a moment like this…” he said, hovering over you, scrutinizing your body, and again, you could tell where his attention was drawn towards.

It only made you feel warmer inside.

“Just us… tonight… right, noona?” Taehyun added, a grin creeping up on his face as he leant down, only to whisper into your ear, “... or should I say princess?”

The princess petname… it always worked on you like a secret weapon.

It made your legs tremble and that didn’t stop when he chuckled, gesturing you to get on your side so he could untie the apron and rid you of it. You were left in a sports bra and a pair of shorts.

Your boyfriend gasped, narrowing his glazed over eyes.

“Fuck, princess… I can’t believe it’s been so long… I’ll make it up to you… to us.” he said, leaning down to steal another deep kiss from you. But you could feel his fingers pulling at your bra. He wanted that thing off of you.

“Baby…” you moaned out, between two kisses, helping him remove your top.

The sparkles in his eyes were priceless to see when the material fell off your chest. Taehyun licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to start feasting on your breasts right away.

His hands reached for your boobs, as he continued kissing you all over your face. It was impossible to stay quiet, you wanted to touch him so bad as well.

“Taehyun… please… Can I touch you too?” you needily asked, only to be met with silence. Your boyfriend just continued kissing you, dragging his lips over your jaw, down to your neck.

You inclined your head to expose your skin more, shivering when Taehyun started dragging his pointy canines across your collarbones.

“Will noona let me suck her tits?” his sudden question was asked in the loveliest tone, it took you off guard. You nodded, feeling too shy to actually reply.

Taehyun tsked, getting ahold of one of your breasts, squeezing it harder than before. You yelped, bucking your hips up.

“No, princess. I want you to use your words.” he commanded, and to make sure he got his point across, he looked you in the eyes, frowning a little.

You wanted to turn away, but his gaze was too hypnotizing.

“Please suck my… tits, please baby…” you shyly pleaded him, and he immediately complied, diving in head first to catch one of your nipples in his mouth.

“Shit! Taehyun!” you weren’t used to having his mouth there, at least not if he were suckling so hard.

It was difficult to contain your moans, because while Taehyun’s mouth was fixated on your right boob, he was pinching your left nipple, to make it harden.

“I-I… you were really needy today hm?” you breathed out, turning Taehyun on more.

That made him want to quick things up a little, so he removed his hand from your nipple, still suckling the other one.

When you felt his fingers rub your clit through your panties, your breath was as if caught in your throat.

“Oh… gosh…” you sighed, moving your hips to meet his fingers.

Taehyun’s fingers skillfully got inside of your underwear to prob at your entrance.

“Princess… are you liking this?” he asked, setting your right nipple free from his mouth a little to lick the curve of your breast.

The vision felt like a mirage, Taehyun’s eyes were shining with lust, sweaty strands of hair glued to his forehead.

“Yes… yes baby… you love my boobs that much- ah!?” but he didn’t seem to like your teasing that much as he inserted one finger into your vagina.

“I do, princess… they drive me fucking crazy…” he answered, swiftly tilting his head so he could begin licking your other breast.

“Hmm…” his moans against your skin were sending vibrations down your spine, which only added to the pleasure you were feeling from his finger inside you.

Soon enough, he added another finger, then a third one and thrust them all in and out of you, repeatedly.

You threw your head back, only to feel him suckle on your boob harder.

“T-Taehyun… I’m going… to cum like this… if you… keep going…” you whined, which made him retrieve a little. He pulled his fingers out of you as well.

Both of you noticed the red spots on your breasts and gasped.

“Woah… sorry, princess. I really couldn’t help myself…” Taehyun mumbled, giving you an apologetic look.

“It’s okay… I guess it just shows how much you love my boobs hm?” you cooed, spreading your legs a little.

You were hoping you two would finally get to fuck as you needed to feel him too.

“I do.” He simply replied, giving each tit one last kiss before he lowered himself, keeping his hands on your boobs.

“Taehyun? What are you doing?” you asked him, not knowing why he wasn’t undressing yet.

“Just showing you how much I love your tits baby.”

But your question was actually answered as you felt him suddenly lap at your clit through your panties.

“O-oh…” you moaned, because not only was he licking you, his hands were still holding onto your boobs for dear life.

Taehyun was licking your pussy through your underwear so much that they became completely soaked, and he could see your juices starting to show on your inner thighs.

“Princess, play with your tits for me will you?” he randomly asked you, removing his hands from your breasts.

“Why?” Taehyun didn’t answer right away, and instead used his hands to pull the fabric of your panties away so he could see your pussy.

“Because I can’t do it right now…” you let out a chuckle, complying even if the request seemed silly to you.

You started massaging your breasts, right in front of your boyfriend, who kept a sharp gaze on you, while he kissed your outer lips.

It was a bit unusual, but given how excited Taehyun was — he was licking you so eagerly — you continued.

“Fuck… you’re so sexy. It’s like your body was created to make me crazy.” His words were sending jolts through your core, encouraging you to play with your boobs more.

Taehyun buried his face into your pussy, letting his tongue enter you as his nose bumped on your clit. He could tell you were close because you were drenched down there. Your taste was making his own arousal too painful to keep ignoring.

Since he was on his knees, the younger tried grinding onto the floor to feel some sort of relief as well, his tongue still working to pleasure your core. He gave you another look, loving to see you pinching your nipples.

“I know… exactly what we’re gonna do after I make you cum princess…” he said, but you didn’t really understand him. His voice was muffled by your pussy lips and you were moaning too much to even acknowledge that he had spoken.

You started unconsciously bucking your hips up, wanting to push Taehyun’s face in your cunt but your hands were already occupied.

That only made the boy rub himself against the floor harder, panting into your pussy at the same time.

“B-baby… you make me feel so good…” you whimpered, as you felt the familiar warmth building into your stomach.

Your moans were getting louder, spurring Taehyun on further. He wanted to see how you looked when you came, while playing with your tits.

The boy kept a close eye on you, lapping at your core without stopping — he could tell you were just about to cum.

“Taehyun…!” you cried out, arching your back in pleasure while experiencing your high. Taehyun simply licked all of your juices away, letting nothing go to waste.

You sighed out, trying to come back down to earth. You almost didn’t notice that Taehyun had gotten on top of you again.

“Princess… it’s my turn now…” you were still lost in your own world, the fact your boyfriend was unbuttoning his pants in front of you went way over your head.

Taehyun realized you weren’t fully there yet and decided to wait a little. When he was about to start jerking himself off, you spoke up.

“Baby? Don’t you want me to return the favor?” you innocently asked, not expecting him to smirk and tell you to simply lay down.

Firstly, he straddled you, getting ahold of your breasts again. Your breath hitched as you figured where this was going.

“I want to use your tits to cum, noona. Can I?” your cheeks heated up because he was back to sounding adorable, while doing the filthiest shit you’d ever done with him.

You smiled at him before nodding, he didn’t need anything else to get his hard cock between your boobs.

“Use my boobs all you want sweetheart.” you softly whispered as you saw his dick twitching from your words.

“Y/N…! It feels so… soft…” he whined, pushing your breasts together to squeeze his cock in.

Taehyun lifted himself up by getting on his knees and started thrusting repeatedly, relishing in the sensations of your boobs around his dick.

You looked up at him and shivered at how affected he was. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his sweat ran from his face down to his neck and shirt. His hair looked like a hot mess.

“Y/N…” he couldn’t really articulate anything other than that, Taehyun was panting from pleasure, just trying to find release.

When you looked to your height level, you could see his tip appear then disappear into the crevice of your breasts being pressed together.

“I’m… so close… fuck it’s been so long…” Taehyun moaned out, his gaze focusing on how peaceful you looked despite getting your tits fucked by him.

A part of you wanted to tease him one last time, so when the tip of his cock was the closest to your mouth, you pulled your tongue out to give it a kitten lick.

“Hehe.~” you giggled, as your boyfriend arched his back, feeling that he was cumming.

“Y/N…!” he groaned, his dick spurted ropes of cum onto your boobs and face.

Taehyun kept thrusting messily to ride out his orgasm, but his hold on your breasts had definitely loosened.

He then let himself fall limp on the bed, needing time to get air back into his lungs.

“Baby…” you murmured to him, wondering if he was okay after such a strong climax.

Thankfully, your boyfriend tilted his head to look at you and smile.

“Noona…” your heart fluttered at how sweet he sounded. You could tell he had set a lot of pent up frustrations free — and so did you.

What you didn’t expect was for Taehyun to start dragging his pretty fingers over your torso.

“What are you doing Taehyun?” you asked but were met with no response so you kept observing him.

Then you saw he was simply scooping up all of his cum that had landed on your tits. You kept looking at his beautiful hand, not too small, not too big… and what always amazed you about it was how veiny it was.

“Here princess, have a taste for me.” Taehyun snapped you out of your reverie, wanting you to open your mouth to welcome two of his fingers. You eagerly obliged, dragging your tongue all over his fingers, tasting his cum at every lick.

“Good girl, licking me off clean.” Taehyun praised you, his eyes beginning to shine again, but this time due to adoration.

After a couple more swallows, Taehyun removed his fingers from your mouth.

Neither of you truly wanted to let go of the other, but you both knew it was time to clean up.

Besides, you really wanted to show Taehyun your strawberry pie.

“Noona! Woah… I thought I was the only one who knew how to cook!” Taehyun exclaimed, placing his hands on his sides.

You giggled, getting the pie out of the mold, so that your boyfriend could finally tell you if it was a success or a failure.

“Well, you cook so good! I was a bit scared to try and cook something for you too… but I had lots of time today so…” you replied, placing the small dessert onto a plate and handing it to Taehyun.

The latter licked his lips, being full of appetite.

“Let’s see, I hope I won’t die.” Taehyun joked while he got himself a spoonful of pie.

You flicked your tongue against your palate in slight annoyance. Your boyfriend loved picking on you for fun, except now was not the time.

What if he doesn’t like it?

“Eat my pussy.” you replied, scrunching your nose up.

“Already done that.” he purred, while you stuck your tongue out like a child.

In the end, Taehyun put the spoon in his mouth and started chewing. He nodded to himself first, before turning his head to you.

“It’s good! Really good actually!” He said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

You squealed, feeling so proud of yourself.

“It’s perfect for summer right? I was hesitating between this and a brownie…” you told him, earning a knowing look from Taehyun.

You knew that look.

“Since it’s going to be summer by the way…” He began, making you scoot closer to him, a little worried to hear the rest. “Can I be the little spoon again?”

“What is the correlation? Why, of course my baby can be the little spoon!” you replied, taking his hands into yours, but he shyly looked away.

“But… you do remember we sleep naked during summer…” your eyes widened at the realization.

“Kang Taehyun!”

“T-Taehyun… you… you’re so good…” you whined out, feeling your boyfriend’s cock pummeling your pussy after so long again.

Said boy was thrusting into you, while on top of you. You were so lost in your own pleasure you didn’t notice until you opened your eyes back up, that Taehyun wasn’t really even looking you in the eyes.

Just below.

“Princess…” he groaned as he kept fucking you desperately looking at your bouncing tits.

“T-Taehyun… you… Perv!” you exclaimed, but really couldn’t care less actually.

Knowing your boyfriend was getting off because of you — and your boobs — was everything.

“Sorry noona… I can’t help myself…” you could feel his dick twitching just from being called out. The redness in his ears was giving him away too.

He loved it.

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The Way Of A Criminal: Chapter 6

Genre: Mafia!AU, Criminal!AU, Angst, Romance

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.

Story warning(s): This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed/gore, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking and gambling. This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. Please read at your own discretion.

Jimin’s words stayed in your mind. You were being selfish. Your feelings aside, you knew the boys were trying their best to honour your father’s words and wishes. All the while you’ve only been protesting but now, they’ve helped you when you needed help.

“I need to return the favour, don’t I?” You sighed, asking yourself. You shook your head and turned back to your assignment in front of you. This was what you needed to focus on now.

“Hey.” Wonwoo whispered, two coffees in his hands. He placed his bag down and took the seat next to you.

“How was class? And thank you.” You received the coffee.

“Boring. How’s your essay coming along?” He asked. You shrugged, not really having paid any attention to the assignment. You knew you wouldn’t be able to do any work at home so that’s why you’re at the library.

Wonwoo decided to accompany you to study, which may be a good thing. He’ll keep you in check and ensure you get work done.

“You don’t have to stay with me. You can go home, I’m sure you have better things to do.” You said, facing the screen as you typed your essay based off your notes.

“You’re not getting rid of me so easily. Besides, whatever assignment you’re working on, I probably have to do it too. We are in the same classes.” Wonwoo stated, taking his laptop and notebook out. You hummed, nodding in agreement. To help you pick a major, you’ve been taking extra classes in various subjects.

“Are your extra classes going well?” Wonwoo asked.

“I would like to think so. I’m taking the basic classes in the choices I have narrowed down... It’s between the life sciences field and the linguistic arts realm at the moment.” You informed.

“That’s something?” Wonwoo said, trying to sound positive. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a scoff before continuing your essay.

You and Wonwoo continued to do your work with the occasional chatter until he decided to call it a day at 11pm. The study area of the library was open 24/7 so it wasn’t surprising to see students study until the sun rose.

“Do you want to get supper before heading back?” Wonwoo asked.

“Sorry, I’m feeling a little drained so I think its best I head back. We’ll go another day, I promise!” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. I can drop you-”

“(y/n).” You both turned to see a Bentley there. The back seat window rolled down and you saw Yoongi there. He leaned down enough for you to see him but his face was a void of emotion.

“You free?” He asked. The driver came out and opened the door for you despite not having made the decision. You chewed on your bottom lip before letting out a sigh. You gave Wonwoo a small wave before sliding into the back seat. The driver closed the door behind you.

“Are you always leaving the campus at midnight?” Yoongi asked. Half his arm is rest on the open window sill, burning cigarette between his fingers.

“Just trying to find a place with no distractions to get work done.” You shrugged. You drummed your fingers against your thighs as you waited for him to speak.

“Speak your mind. Say whatever you want.” He spoke.

“I don’t... really know what to say.” You confessed. You thought you would have time to plan what to say to them when the universe cursed you to cross paths with them again. This spontaneity was difficult for you.

“You don’t have to say anything then. We’re here.” Yoongi said. You looked up, not having realised you were home.

“It’s late but... D-Do you... want to c-come in?” You gulped as you offered. You really hoped you wouldn’t come to regret your words. Yoongi nodded and snapped his fingers. The driver opened the door for you then Yoongi. Yoongi trailed behind you, hands in his pockets as you fished your keys out and unlocked the door.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured to the small seating area. He sat down on the couch while you went to get him a glass of water. You didn’t know what other drink to offer him.

“I owe all of you an apology. I’ve been selfish and-”

“I hope you understand, I didn’t come here for you to apologise to me.” Yoongi cut you off, placing the glass on the coffee table.

“I just... want you to know I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting.” You replied, sitting down opposite him. He nodded his head to let you know he at least acknowledged your words.

“Jimin’s an idiot. He speaks before he thinks.” Yoongi said.

“No... He’s right. Whatever he said that day.”

“Tch, stop being a pushover. I came here to tell you that you shouldn’t let his words affect you but I see I’m too late. Clearly.” He clicked his tongue, reaching over to drink more water. You sighed, head hanging down.

“So you’ve lived with your mother here your whole life?” Yoongi asked, changing the subject. He wasn’t good at comforting people, not that he ever cared, but it wasn’t his intention to make you feel worse either. The best thing to do is to change the subject.

“Yeah. It’s the only home I’ve ever known. Small but just right for us to be comfortable, I guess.” You shrugged, looking around.

“Must be nice to have a relationship with a parent.” Yoongi said.

If an ordinary person said the same words as him, it would usually be filled with bitterness and hold resentful connotations. But when Yoongi said that to you, there was nothing. He didn’t sound jealous, hurt, nothing.

“Would you like something to eat? For supper.” You offered. Now it was your turn to change the subject.

“I’ll order.” He took his phone out but you stopped him.

“No. You’re a guest in my house now.” You insisted. Yoongi paused but nodded, putting his phone back into his pocket. The both of you decided to get a box of rose tteokbokki and a mixed fried food platter to share. After you placed the order online, all that was left was the wait. You excused yourself to use the bathroom since you were still dressed in university clothes.

“Sorry about that.” You came back down after changing your clothes. There was no time to shower but at least you were now in some fresh smelling clothes and not the ones you were wearing the whole day.

“No worries. The food just came.” He said, taking the food out of the bags. You noticed that he had gotten more comfortable, putting his suit jacket aside.

“Here.” You went to get him a small plate.

It would usually feel weird that you’re sharing food, especially from a communal bowl, with someone you treated as a stranger. But it strangely felt okay, almost comfortable. Yoongi and you dug into the food.

“Actually, I have beers, which would go along with this. Want one?” You asked after you swallowed your food.

“That would be nice.” Yoongi said. You sotod up and went to the kitchen.

“Woah~!” You were suddenly on your tiptoes, not having noticed that Yoongi was behind you when you turned around. He caught you to prevent you from falling backwards. He let go of you, taking the beer can out of your hand with a small, grateful smile.

“Didn’t think you’d be someone to have readily available beer in your fridge.” Yoongi noted as he sat back down with you to eat. You cracked open your beer and took a sip.

“I’m still human. I also need to destress sometimes.” You looked away in embarrassment. The man just chuckled at your reaction.

“Is university tough?”

“Not... really?” You blinked, surprised by the sudden conversation.

“Come on. You can be honest. If you hate it, say you hate it.” Yoongi leaned back as he chewed on a piece of kimchi.

“Well, I’m just not sure if I am wasting my time. It’s not that I don’t like it or am necessarily struggling. I can’t even decide on a major, I don’t know what I want to do in life. If I don’t even know, why am I there?”

“You don’t HAVE to have your life planned out, you know? Just... do what you want, when you want. Let life sort itself out, some things are not within our control. Who knows, you might find something along the way.” Yoongi advised.

“Never thought about it that way...” You hummed.

“I hate to sound cliche but when doors close, more will open. You discover you hate something, you move closer to know what you want.” He said.

“What about you? You all seem to already be working, whatever you guys do or did for my father. How did you know that this was what you wanted to do?” You asked back.

“My brothers and I have been doing this for a long time. We never had proper childhoods or upbringings. Everything that we know, we taught to us by your father or learnt on our own accord, it was what we did to survive in the world. For me, school didn’t equip me with the actual knowledge I needed so I never wanted to go.” He explained.

“Are you tempted to drop out now?” Yoongi smirked.

“No... My mother sacrificed a lot for me to go to university. The least I can do is get a degree. She never pushed me to pick a specific major so that’s still up to me.” You said.

“You’re very filial.” Yoongi noted.

You hadn’t realised that you and Yoongi spoke and ate until 3am. He helped you gather the trash and you tied up the bags, momentarily excusing yourself to go bring the trash out to the curb while he wiped the table.

“Just let me do the dishes real quick.” You washed the small plates and beer glasses that you both used.

“Yoongi sshi-” You were wiping your hands as you came from the kitchen. Looking up, you saw that Yoongi had fallen asleep.

“Hmm...” Looking at the sleeping male, you were unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to wake him up even if sitting up and sleeping was gonna hurt his back in the morning. Going upstairs, you went to retrieve a blanket for him and carefully draped it over his body.

“Goodnight, Yoongi sshi.” You whispered before going upstairs.

“Finally, I can have a shower.” You sighed happily, taking a much needed shower. When you came out, you went downstairs to check on Yoongi before going back to your room.

Despite it being so late and feeling the exhaustion, you couldn’t sleep. You thought about Yoongi downstairs and what you talked about. You didn’t think that you would have an almost personal conversation with him.

But you were grateful that he didn’t mention anything regarding your father, the business, or what you planned to do next.

And for the first time in a long time, you were not alone in the house.

“Let life sort itself out.”

At about 7am, you yawned and rubbed your eyes. You had tried to do work to make yourself tired enough to sleep but it didn’t work. You put your laptop aside and went downstairs. But the couch was empty. The blanket folded neatly and placed aside.

“Yoongi sshi?” You called out. With no reply, you assumed that he left, until you saw a trail of smoke from the window by the front door.

“You’re up early.” Yoongi said as you stood behind him. He just sat on your front door step, smoking his cigarette. But when you came, he dropped it and crushed it beneath your foot.

“It would be rude of me to leave without a goodbye. After your hospitality.” Yoongi stood up, dusting his pants.

“I’m sorry, my couch probably wasn’t very comfortable to sit on.” You rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment. Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.

“Thank you, (y/n). I’ll see you soon.” Yoongi gave you a nod before walking away. His driver arrived, opening the door for Yoongi to enter. He rolled down the window and shot you a wave. You awkwardly waved back.

“Guess I’m not going to university today.” You yawned again before shuffling back into the house.

“Wow, Yoongi ah. You were out the whole night... Welcome home.” Jin stopped as he crossed paths with Yoongi while he was heading to the dining room, taking the time to tease the shorter male. Yoongi rolled his eyes, ignoring the eldest. He didn’t want to have breakfast, still feeling full from the supper, but he did want a coffee.

“Send it to my room. I’m going to shower.” Yoongi ordered. The butler bowed and went to the kitchen to get Yoongi’s order, assigning the maid to get Jin’s breakfast ready.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“What...?” Taehyung groaned, rolling around in his blanket. Yoongi strolled in, fresh out of the shower. He threw something at Taehyung.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hyung, you went to see (y/n)?” Now Taehyung was awake as he recognised the jacket that he had lent you a while back when he sent you back from the club. If Yoongi had it, meant that he met you.

“Hyung! Don’t ignore me~ The only way you would have this jacket is if (y/n) gave it to you.” Taehyung chased after him.

“You were with her the whole night? What did she say?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” Yoongi scoffed, taking a sip of his iced coffee from his table. Taehyung jumped onto Yoongi’s bed, getting comfortable in the other male’s sheets.

“Get out.” Yoongi glared. Taehyung ignored him, snuggling deeper into the black satin sheets, messing everything up.

“Fine. I just went to make sure that Jimin didn’t get to her. As much as Jimin’s words were right, I know Namjoon is stressed about making things work out between her and us. And we can’t expect him to do everything while we just kick back.” Yoongi crossed his arms.

“And...?”

“And what? Of course she feels bad after what Jimin said. She’s a regular human being, she’s not us. But that doesn’t mean she’s just going to drop everything and resume the title of the head.” He said.

“I see. Jimin’s been keeping everything in for a while now, especially after boss’ death. He can’t help that it all exploded.” Taehyung shrugged.

“It’s not just him. We all didn’t mourn.”

“Hyung...”

“But sometimes, it’s not about us and what we feel.” Yoongi sighed. Taehyung didn’t reply. Instead, he got up and left Yoongi’s room to let the older take a rest. Finishing his coffee, Yoongi laid in his bed and finally went to sleep.

Jimin leaned against the wall, having overheard the conversation between Taehyung and Yoongi. When his 95′ brother came out from Yoongi’s room, he hadn’t even noticed Jimin just standing there against the wall, probably just half asleep. He let out a long sigh.

“Chim.” Namjoon called out. Jimin looked up at the leader.

“Go sleep. You haven’t slept in 3 days. We’ll talk when you wake up.” Namjoon ordered. Jimin just looked away.

“Here. Now, go.” Namjoon handed him something and patted his shoulder. The younger nodded glumly and went back to his room. He looked at the sleeping pills that were placed in his hands.

Ever since he snapped at you, he was benched from work by the others. He thought he could finally mourn, with his frustration off his chest, but that didn’t happen. He was barely even sleeping, moving around like a zombie.

“You finally caved.” Jin said as Namjoon walked into the dining room.

“He needs to sleep. Plus, what I gave him was very mild.” Namjoon replied, sitting down in his seat.

“Don’t shoulder it all on your own, Namjoon ah. Things will work out, don’t worry. We should all be focusing on our work to continue holding up the fort.” Jin said. Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Morning. Just coffee. I’ve got to go.” Hoseok walked in, all dressed up. While waiting for the butler, he sat down with his two brothers.

“I’ve got a meeting with all our shipment partners today. My boys will be patrolling the docks and moving in the new shipments. Also, Namjoon, I’ll be doing inventory for the warehouse so tell your boys to not retrieve anything today.” Hoseok informed. Namjoon nodded his head and took his phone out to send the message to his lab team.

Their work and experiments needed a constant supply of chemicals, which were brought in and stored at some of Hoseok’s warehouses. Maybe Namjoon could give his team the day off.

“Taehyung said the governor wants to see me. So let’s keep things to a minimum for now, it’ll be annoying to have to handle any attempt at blackmail from him. I’ll let the rest know later.” Namjoon said.

“Yeah. I’ll let my boys know.” Hoseok bid the two goodbye and left.

“Well, I’m going back to work. I should be done with your files by noon.” Jin stood up and stretched his arms. He retreated out of the room.

“Good morning, Jungkookie.” Jin greeted as he passed the youngest on the way to his room. The boy yawned, giving a sleepy wave before going down to the dining room, in search of food.

“Namjoon hyung, I finished Jimin hyung’s list last night.” Jungkook said, yawning midway.

“Thanks for taking over, Kook. Take a break for the next few days. I was telling Hoseok to keep things to a minimum too. The governor wants to meet and I don’t need him having anything on us.” Namjoon informed.

“Yes, hyung. I’ll just work the shop.” Jungkook nodded. He had no issue taking over Jimin’s hit list, the extra work wasn’t that taxing on him. But now that Namjoon needed them to laylow, he could use the time to catch up on working on his cars and bikes.

When Namjoon finished his breakfast, he went up to his office. He knew that Yoongi went to see you last night and judging by how he stayed out the whole night, Namjoon guessed he was able to talk to you.

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The Dark Side of Jupiter💀🚬🍾🎊

There is a lot of discussion around Jupiter's abundance, its boundless energy, its expansiveness. But what about the dark side of Jupiter?

Being so giving can be so tiring. To simply never run out of fuel or feel depleted can mean that you have no sense of boundaries. You simply don't know whether you've pushed yourself too hard. Being burnt out for a Jupiter native just means that the endless energy they give to others/everything in their life is not reciprocated in the same way because very few people can return the same energy. This results in a kind of emptiness that cannot be appropriately described.

It's part of their nature to give but to always be pouring to others and to soak everything up means there is very little exchange of energies. You always feel like you're "too much for others"; you have too much energy or you don't have the appropriate channels for it.

The Jupiter need for constant stimulation is seldom addressed, without it, a native feels spaced out and "dry on the inside". Jupiter natives when they're out of balance can be prone to substance abuse, hypersexual behaviour and everything else. Virtue is an innate part of a Jupiter native, so they naturally do not possess a taste or preference for these things but that is not to say they are incapable of it. But they still possess the ability to quit things cold turkey unlike say Ketu or Rahu (Nodal people and their tendency to be prone to addictions is a topic for discussion for another day) because they don't inherently have a shadow-y nature that makes them dependant. They just need a direction to channel their energies and they will tire of it/grow bored of it pretty quickly.

Boredom is the most dangerous feeling. It can make people do things that love, hatred and anger can't. Imagine what this is like for Jupiter natives who are already too intense and too prone to feeling the depths of every emotion.

Jupiter natives are often described as "too much to handle" for many people. Especially for certain Mercurial natives, typically Ashlesha since Revati's boundless in its own way and Jyeshta natives come from a place of lack so they're endlessly projecting outwards. Ashlesha natives are the most energetically conservative of all Mercury naks and is in general, one of the most inwardly drawn naks and they feel easily drained by Jupiter natives, especially Jupiter women.

Idk if its ever been described this way but this is how I see it. Jupiter is a masculine planet but its ever expansive nature is supremely Yin. Therefore it manifests differently for men and women. Obviously there is a tendency to be people pleasers but it does not come from a place of negativity or desire to suck up to people, others just can't fathom what its like to process and contain information the way Jupiter natives do, they just naturally absorb the energies of others and project it back on to them. This is also another reason why they are so polarising. They're easy targets because if someone reflected back everything you hated about yourself, you'd be bound to hate them. They're mirrors.

The Pisces urge to dissociate has been covered extensively but no one ever talks about the exhilarating highs and crushing lows of being a Jupiter native. They feel so consumed by stimulation. They're the type of people who after spending time with others or partying or whatever, they come back home and they simply can't chill, they're so restless and manic and hyped up, they can't sit still; they don't feel drained by all that social interaction, they get high off of it, its hard to describe what that's like to someone who feels easily drained by others and needs to remain self contained to avoid feeling burnt out.

Punarvasu & Ashlesha both have Cat yoni which is a very restrictive yoni but since Punarvasu is Jupiter ruled, they have this capacity to be very expansive even if there are external limits placed on them. Ashlesha in addition to having a cat yoni is also Mercury ruled; mercury is the smallest planet, this adds to the restriction and limitations and makes them inwardly drawn and unable to give at all.

Punarvasu is the most grounded of Jupiter naks for this reason; there is a limit or some kind of grounding to their energies meanwhile with Vishaka and Purvabhadrapada, they fully embrace the darkness and intensity of Jupiter. Its interesting how Punarvasu is the only deva gana nakshatra among Jupiter naks. Vishaka is the height of Jupiter and is a rakshasa gana nak which represents how the extremes of anything, even a so-called abundant planet can manifest as villainy. All power corrupts but absolute power corrupts absolutely. Purvabhadrapada is the final Jupiter nak and a manushya gana nak because the culmination of Jupiter's energies is to integrate the evil with the divine and thats what makes us fully human.

Jupiter natives are prone to manic behaviour but when it comes crashing down, simply because others around them probably don't have a good threshold for this sort of hyperactivity, they feel "too out of control" but also "too out of touch" since they truly are in a different sort of reality; Punarvasu delulu behaviour require its own post; its wild that a lot of people interpret that as "innocence" when what it really is this is urge to expand endlessly and consume everything within reach- it may seem like a childlike curiosity to explore and try things but there is a scary and dark side to it.

I've noticed how many Jupiter natives exhibit bipolar- adjacent behaviour (TW!!!!) they are most prone to the manic highs and crushing lows and swinging back and forth between it from day to day.

Obviously I'm not saying all Jupiter natives are like this but I'm talking about ways in which the dark side of Jupiter manifests. Its almost similar to that of Rahuvian people.

If you look at the charts of famous people who've struggled with addiction and/or bipolar disorder, majority of them have Ketu influence but there are numerous examples of Jupiter natives as well since Jupiter natives are not dependent on it in the same way (remember they're not bound to anything, they can quit things cold turkey if they choose to, they just like the mania and the high and only boredom will make them stop).

Here's a small list of celebs who've struggled with bipolar disorder:

Vivien Leigh- Swati Sun, Mars in Punarvasu atmakaraka

Mariah Carey- Punarvasu Moon

Sinead O'Connor- Jyeshta Sun & Venus along with a Vishaka stellium (rising, mercury and ketu)

Mel Gibson- Punarvasu Rising, Mars in Vishaka atmakaraka, Rahu in Jyeshta

Chyler Leigh- Vishaka Moon

She interestingly played a drug addict in the alternate reality episode of Grey's Anatomy and suffered from addiction as a teenager.

Regarding her bipolar disorder she has said, “I was experiencing such a high version of mania and irritability that I couldn’t sleep or eat, and I was angry and reckless,” Leigh says. “I would go to work and use that adrenaline and expend my energy and feelings there, and then I would come home exhausted.”

Halsey, who is Punarvasu Moon (Swati stellium) has been open about her struggles with bipolar disorder and here are some quotes from some of her interviews that I feel like explain Jupiter nature quite well;

“That’s why I tour so much. I release endorphins, serotonin, dopamine, norepinephrine. Like, it’s literally a drug response,” said Halsey

Part of the reason why some Jupiter natives who are more balanced, tend to stay off of drugs or partying or other indulgences entirely is because they don't really need substances to feel high, they experience the highs, lows, relapses, resistance, withdrawal symptoms of drugs just by feeling emotions in the massive, expansive Jupiterean way that they do. I really don't know if I'm driving home this point enough, but really, this biggest goddamn planet, imagine containing that much space and energy within yourself, you're like a defenceless sponge, you pick up on everything whether you want to or not. There's a reason why some of the biggest pop stars, celebrities and people of all time have been Jupiter natives; some people can be in the public eye, facing the projections of millions of people and only go slightly insane and those are Jupiter natives; in fact they need an outlet of that capacity; something that's large enough to contain them.

Here's some more quotes:

“Nobody wants to be my friend. They’re scared I’m gonna pop off about something. I’m drama by association. I put myself out there with my peers; I don’t know if people really ever wanted to do the same with me. So I stopped wasting my energy.”

Other people not meeting you on your level is a big issue with Jupiter natives; few people can match their pace and its vvv easy for them to feel "too much" for others.

“I spent a lot of time being the most exciting thing in everybody else’s life. When they didn’t need me any more, they would thank me then leave. That is the trope of the manic pixie dream girl. This album is about her. Her traumas don’t exist to benefit some other person.”

People are initially excited and intrigued by the explosive energy and enthusiasm of Jupiter natives but they will tire of it quickly if they don't have the same internal space to hold it. This can be very crushing for the Jupiter natives who feel used. Everybody loves a one week vacation in Hawaii but nobody wants to stay in Hawaii forever, they really want to get back to their boring desk job because that gives them a sense of stability and normalcy.

As for being a “bitch,” Halsey doesn’t actually think she is one, although she knows that it can seem that way when she’s been on a manic spree for a week, made everyone around fall in love with her, and then shut them out with little more than a check-you-later as soon as she came crashing down. She can be demanding. She writes her own music. She does her own makeup. She helps design her own costumes, merchandise and album covers. She micromanages. No one can book a flight until she approves it. She will not be “handled."

The hot & cold nature of Jupiter aka "their duality" is what makes them so interesting to others, to the public etc but its also what makes them so polarising because we're all trained to think of things as this or that, therefore their kind of contradictory nature is confusing, alluring and yes, maddening.

Many famous party animals have prominent Jupiter placements but they usually clean up at some point.

Prince William has Rahu in Punarvasu and Kate is Punarvasu Moon; the Moon conjunct Rahu synastry in PUNARVASU makes their relationship a very "theyre doing things you havent even heard of" type one. Kate's party girl era is very well documented.

Ranveer Singh- Punarvasu Sun

In Indian media, Ranveer is quite a character, the man is always acting like he's on a cocktail of several substances and is known for her hyper manic media persona. He's known for being a party animal.

Drew Barrymore is a Punarvasu Moon

She was known for being a wild child in the 90s.

Cameron Diaz is Punarvasu Rising & Drew is Punarvasu Moon

The Weeknd- Vishaka Moon, Punarvasu Rising

Literally all he does is sing about the crushing highs and lows of the party, sex and drugs lifestyle he lives. Take any of his songs, he describes the emptiness of Jupiter better than anybody else.

These are lyrics from his song Gasoline:

"It's five AM, my time again

I've soakin' up the moon, can't sleep

It's five AM, my time again

I'm calling and you know it's me

I'm pushing myself further

I'm just tryna feel my heartbeat beat (beat)

I wrap my hands around your neck

You love it when I always squeeze

It's five AM, I'm high again

And you can see that I'm in pain

I've fallen into emptiness

I want you 'cause we're both insane

I'm staring into the abyss

I'm looking at myself again

I'm dozing off to R.E.M.

I'm trying not to lose my faith

And I love it when you watch me sleep

You spin me 'round so I can breathe

It's only safe for you and me

I know you won't let me OD

And if I finally die in peace

Just wrap my body in these sheets

And pour out the gasoline

It don't mean much to me

It's five AM, I'm nihilist

I know there's nothing after this (after this)

Obsessing over aftermaths

Apocalypse and hopelessness (hopelessness)

The only thing I understand

Is zero sum of tenderness (tenderness)

Oh, baby, please just hold me close

Make me believe there's more to live

Around, around, around, around we go

In this game called life, we are not free"

Scarlett Johansson- Vishaka stellium

She's talked about being a party girl and how much she enjoys clubbing.

Miley Cyrus- Vishaka Moon & Mercury, Mars in Punarvasu

Miley's wild stoner years are well documented and I think her mania during those years post-Liam are reflective of how devastating it is for Jupiter natives to feel abandoned by someone because they can't "handle" you anymore. There's a reason why she was so out of control in that era.

Lana Del Rey- Vishaka Stellium (inc her Rising)

she may be a Cancer Sun who makes melancholy music but the devastation and emptiness and trippiness comes from that Vishaka energy

choice lyrics include:

“And you try to see the bright side when each new day begins But you're not satisfied at the rainbows end”

“You're scared to win, scared to lose I've heard the war was over if you really choose; The one in and around you”

“it’s nice to love and be loved but id rather know what god knows”

“Happiness is a butterfly. Try to catch it like every night. It escapes from my hands into moonlight”.

Leonardo Dicaprio- Vishaka Sun & Venus

this man has been yachting for decades now, i have nothing to add, he's typical of Jupiter's boundless energy gone wrong.

Jennie, Vishaka Moon

in recent years, Jennie's party habits have become mainstay media news.

Katy Perry- Vishaka Moon, Rising and Saturn

Lets just say she knows a thing or two about partying

Asap Rocky- Punarvasu Moon

my king who sings/raps of being faded in every song<3 the loneliness/emptiness of the high life is Jupiter culture af

I will update this post and add more to it but I wanted to publish it rn as it is. Here's some of my thoughts on Jupiter's nature and I hope you find it interesting

xoxo

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Show all your faces.

;; Yandere! Popular Male. Loser! Reader. Perverted Behaviours, Light NSFW. Headcannons/Introduction (?)

The popular classmate who has little to no reason to pine after someone of their calibre; the head and the heart disagreeing with one another more often than not. He had no shame in the action of pushing other students around on school grounds early in the morning of the school day to ensure he would be the first to greet the student. To so generously give another of his "Goodmorning, [REDACTED]." blindingly paired with a signature smirk, so desperately wants nothing more than to grab onto them or sling an arm around their shoulder, do anything to touch them.

The popular classmate who nearly does it too, debating on if he should and casually write it off as a kind and friendly gesture— though, these emotions leave his mind at the sight of their darlings dull eyes boring into his in such an uninterested manner— his breath hitches. His olive toned cheeks flush, the twitch of his fingers in his pocket violent as he feels himself grow hotter with each passing moment their eyes pierce into him—

Until their steps resume and they continue walking through the school gates and past him entirely. The tension leaves his body immediately.

The popular classmate who gains so much adrenaline from just having you merely look at him would be enough to make a man feel pathetic, but not him. For he felt uplifted, as if it was only him and him alone in the entire school that would be granted their attention, even if only for such a pitiful amount of time (So little it would be barely considered time at all in its expanse). It seemed as if speaking and keeping acquaintances with others, although draining, and building up his untouchable reputation made it so he would finally be able to have a grasp on them when others could not (more like did not want to).

The popular classmate who could not help but picture vulgar images in his mind whenever they reached down to pick something up that they had dropped from their desk— collar moving and exposing some of their nape or the side of their neck, calling for his touch within his mind. How he wanted to run his fingers over it, to run his fingers over them. To touch what no one else has dared to touch, converse with daily who no one else wished to converse with.

The popular classmate who's entire body both felt like it was melting and freezing at the same time when the pairs had been announced in a sports lesson. Both happy and horrified he was when he heard their names together in the same pairing, as they always should be, he thinks. Perhaps it would be a chance for him to see something other than their dull uninterested expression, constantly present no matter the occurrence at hand— though even that face was breathtakingly, eerily, gorgeous to him; how many others faces did they have?

The popular classmate who was now carrying them on his back whilst running on the track, a race with their other peers (that he could barely remember the faces of). He found that despite their constant empty gaze and unmovable expression, their weakness was physical excursion. It seemed obvious to him with the way they had to stop every so often, hands on their knees as they forcefully take in oxygen through their lungs to attempt to relieve some of the tire. He was unable to exactly catch their expression as he caught their wrist, impulsively leading them to get on his back so he would be able to take the two of them across to the end line.

The popular classmate, who among his other traits, was also physically fit and carried the weight of most of his teams during any sport activities.

The popular classmate who damned himself for picking them up on a whim, now unable to help the ever so slight, and barely noticeable, buckle of his knees at the slightest breath washing against his nape. At the slightest contact of bare skin against his own, making the tips of his ears glow red (which he prayed would go unnoticed)— now all too aware of how close and intimate this was, not caring enough to notice that other pairs were considering following his example and were unsure of if it bent the rules of the race or not.

The popular classmate who, reluctantly, set them down after having crossed the end line— only to see an image which would forever stay in his mind. Them letting out soft, shallow breaths, cheeks flushed slightly pink and eyes tired, brows ever so slightly furrowed. Out of breathe, and beautiful.

How no one had already stolen them as their own, he had not the slightest idea— but now he would be the one to do so.

The popular classmate who rushed away from them before they could say a word (which he doubted they would either way due to their constant lack of awareness on when to speak and what to say), his own face flushed; but this for a different reason. His palms were sweaty. A slight tremble was present in his legs as he walked back to his group of friends; all speaking of how they did in the activities, all also noticing how suddenly out of it he was— which he dismissed.

The popular classmate who almost flew to the bathroom stalls connected to the changing rooms to fist his cock to the precious image he had now carefully stored in his mind of them. Would they also make that face, when he cornered them in an empty classroom and had his way with them? He wonders, when he would trickle strings of sweet words into their ears, genuine and true for once in his life? Or would they make a different expression, one degrading him due to his need for them, or perhaps they would crumple at his feet once given just a taste of the pleasure he could bring to them.

The popular classmate who casually slung an arm around them once he found them walking to their next period, stating they were in the same class. The same hand he had just finished himself with at the thought of his release looking so pretty on their face, with the same expression they had made for him the period before, absentmindedly playing with a lock of their hair.

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Pomegranate Margaritas // Conrad Fisher

Synopsis: It’s the Fourth Of July and yn gets a little too drunk on pomegranate margaritas

Warnings: drinking, Nicole being slightly jealous, yn is down bad for conrad ;), slight belly/jeremiah. slowly gets into the story but hang in there!

a/n: hey alll!! It still feels weird that my conrad story is over what??? anyways enjoy this little thing that has been swirling in the drafts :)

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The fourth of July in Cousins was like no other. Susannah would always deck the house out with decorations and you and Belly would gush about the boys. It was always the same. This summer was different though.

You and your younger sister Belly, had friends. Being in the deb ball had its perks, as the debs would be coming over later in the day and now you finally could shove it in Steven’s face.

Things may be changing, but one thing didn’t. Your love for Conrad Fisher.

Conrad was always an enigma to you. All these years you two had been close but this summer he was different, more closed off. You wondered if you did something but found a little comfort in knowing he was being like this to everyone.

Everybody knew about your little crush on Conrad, (which wasn’t so little anymore) from the time you were kids and you were pretty sure Conrad knew it too. The only person you confided in was Belly like she confided in you about her crush on the youngest Fisher, Jeremiah.

Steven would always make jokes growing up about how Conrad was your Prince Charming and how you were into older guys, even though Conrad was only a year older. It would always bother you but you didn’t say anything.

After all, he didn’t feel the same way, right?

After changing and saying hello to your dad who brought his new young girlfriend, the debs arrived.

Everyone seemed to be doing something except for you. Gigi was warming up to Susannah, Steven was talking to Shayla and your mom and dad, and of course, Conrad was in the pool literally smelling Nicole.

There were moments this summer you thought he could like you back, but it was always swept away when Nicole would come back.

You groaned and grabbed the nearest drink, which was punch that you now wished had alcohol in it. Downing it quick you noticed a figure looming over you. It was Belly.

“Mind if I sit?” You nodded and she quickly took her seat next to you. She looked just as drained and board as you did. “What’s going on with you?”

You shrug, “Don’t know, just.. bored.” Your eyes linger to Conrad again and this time Belly takes note with a small grin appearing on her face.

“You’re staring.”

“Am not.”

“I wouldn’t blame you.” You smack Belly’s shoulder and she winces lightly while laughing.

“Well, Gigi is being productive.” You point to her and Susannah who are mingling about who knows what and you don’t even have to look to see the red on Belly’s face.

“Do you think.. I don’t know Jere would date her?”

You snort, “Gigi? No way. Come on Belly you know this.”

Belly shrugs, leaving you now with a laugh on your lips, “Belly, stop dancing around the premise of you and Jeremiah and go for him, he likes you you know.” A smile takes over Belly’s face.

15 minutes later you and the rest of the group decided to head down to the beach. Victoria had just taught you, Belly and Jere about Pomegranate Margaritas and you were immediately hooked. Conrad had even helped out giving you occasional glances but it stopped when Mr. Fisher walked in.

You and Belly carried two blenders full of the drink, getting a little bit carried away and handing everyone some. When you gave Conrad a cup, his hand brushed yours, making you blush. Nicole took note.

“Here you go.” You said to him, sending him a small smile.

Everybody except for you (and kind of Jeremiah?) had a date because eventually Cam showed up for Belly. You didn’t miss how Belly eyed Jeremiah and Gigi.

“You know what we should do? We should- we should play a drinking game!” The youngest girl Belly said flustered. Jeremiah then leaned over and tucked a hair out of her face, “sounds good to me.”

At least it’s going good for her.

You didn’t miss how Nicole would touch Conrad and your heart ached because you wished it was you. Your whole life you wanted to touch Conrad like that but now that you were older your touching feelings had.. developed to say the least.

You were 7 margaritas and a straight vodka shot in, and you were pretty drunk now. Steven always joked that you were a lightweight but that predicament didn’t matter anymore because you were very drunk. And when you were drunk nobody could stop you from speaking.

“Okay okay! We..” You begin to trail off, but then remember what you were about to say, “We should play truth or dare!”

Everyone agrees and you all begin going around the circle until it’s Nicole’s turn to ask. She turns to face you and you gulp down your last bit of the 8th margarita you were on.

“yn, truth or dare?”

You think for a moment, “Uh.. truth!”

Nicole looks around the group, clearly thinking of a good truth to ask and you hope it’s not something too harsh. You were always way to truthful when drunk.

Nicole then turns to face you, “Who’s hotter, Conrad or Jeremiah?”

Your face goes red. This was the worst question she could’ve asked but you can’t help and feel Conrad’s eyes burn into yours. The answer was obvious, to you at least.

“Uhm, well!” You stand up, remnants of your drink spilling into the sand. “I’ll give you an essay on that.”

“Please don’t.” Steven groans.

“no, no no. I want to!” You look at Jeremiah and smirk, “Listen Jere I um- You’re hot. Like blue eyes hot, holy I could get lost in those.. but,” You turn to look at Conrad who looks like he could break any minute.

“Conrad, I could go on and on about. The way his hair flops in his face, his dark blue eyes.. the way his smile could just.. I don’t know, you know? His.. his ability to be good at literally everything still amazes me, how can you not be in love with that?”

Your met with a angry Nicole who is burning holes through your eyes and that’s when realization seeps in. You just confessed your love for Conrad in front of everyone. You had imagined this many times in your head but never like this.

When you look at Conrad, his face is red. Just red. Guilt fills your lungs and takes you over like a tidal wave.

Shayla stands up and walks over to you, her hand on the small of your back. “Hey, let’s um.. let’s get you some water okay?” She looks at Steven and he nods, signaling to take you to the house. Everybody stands with amused faces and in this moment invisibility is your top choice.

Conrad won’t even look at you.

What the fuck had you just done?

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It was late now, and according to your dad Belly had tripped on accident and Susannah’s cake stand went flying everywhere.

Laurel had just gotten back from wherever she came from you and were almost positive she got railed but you were silent since you had pushed your luck with the margaritas.

Now, you walked outside and felt the breeze hit your face. Your thoughts swarmed up as you saw the eldest fisher down by the docks.

You decided to walk up to him against all of your better and sound judgment.

“Hey..” You said, leaning against the wooden railing.

A smile pierces Conrads face, “Feeling better?”

“Not really..” You respond brutally. Conrad inches closer to you and then uses his finger to trace shapes on the dock railing. He was nervous.

You decided to break the silence, “Conrad, I’m—”

“It’s okay, yn.”

“No, no it’s not. I said— some stupid things okay? I get it, you, you probably hate me because I embarrassed you back at the beach but.. I can’t take it back now so..” You trail off as words begin to fail you.

Conrad then reaches forward and intertwines your fingers together with his own, making your heart skip a beat. “You never told me that.”

You raise your eyebrows, “What?”

“That you love me.”

“I— Um.. It wasn’t something easy to say..” Conrad rubs your thumb and your breath hitches a little. You need to get it out now.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, Conrad.”

Conrad stays there, afloat and for a second you thought he was going to pass out.

“Well.. um.. yeah.” You stammer, regretting another decision for the 100th time tonight.

Conrad then leans in, bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is sweet, everything you had envisioned with Conrad. You kiss for a couple more seconds before a firework goes off, surprising you both. Your hands are still intertwined.

Conrad chuckles nervously, “Sorry.. my hands sweating.”

You faintly whisper, “No no.. this is uh.. it’s perfect.”

A grin then encompasses Conrad’s face, “You should drink pomegranate margaritas more often, then.”

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Hey allll! that was it. I know it’s kinda shitty but there are literally no more new conrad fics coming out and I don’t know if i’ll be able to survive now until s3. Hope u liked it :))

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raapija · 4 months

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I'm curious (read invested) do you have a time line in mind for the strollonso au? Like when they met, got engaged, got married

In my pookie au, which I set most of my edits into, it goes something like this.... THIS IS GONNA BE LONG OH LORD, I have a whole thing formulated in my brain and writing is down is gonna be a struggle

2014-2015 They met for the first time very briefly as Fernando was visiting the Ferrari Academy drivers at Prema. Note that Lance is a massive Fernando fan since he was a kid, so this was like meeting his hero. Nando immediately forgot about this meeting as it was just a promotional thing, very sad :(

2017 Lance debuts in F1 at Williams, he's about 19yo and still a massive Nando fan but they rarely interact with each other (see, 'shy canadian rookie'). Sure, they talk every now and then, but no sparks yet...

2018 This is where it starts to get interesting. Nando is struggling (and when I say struggling I mean STRUGGLING) at McLaren and his interest starts to waver which leads to his little fixation on Lance. It started out pretty tame and harmless with Nando writing little notes/letters to him and hiding them around the Williams garage (no one knows how he did it without getting caught) and Lance's belongings. He gets more invested in this than driving the McLaren GP2 engine shitbox.

Eventually Nando gathers up enough courage to ask the 20 year old man out. To his absolute horror and shock, the kid says "yeah, sure" and that's how they began dating. For the remainder of 2018, they keep it strictly to themselves, not telling anyone in case their relationship gets leaked. Lots of hotel room slumber parties, discreet dinner dates and traveling in the same planes between races.

Fun little side story I got is that in 2018, Lance, Fernando and Lando took part as team LANCELANDONANDO (hilarious, I know) in the 24h of Daytona ✨ They finished like... 50th, but it was a big deal since Lando was a tiny little baby boy and Nando was a bit of a mentor to him. (see, 'nando never got kids of his own but really wants to be a father figure)

2019-2020 Nando decides to "retire" from F1 after losing all his ambition to drive because of McLaren draining the life force out of him. Now that Nando isn't in F1, they can make their relationship public since the conflict of interest is no longer an issue.

2019 is a rather dark time for Lance, as the media rips him to shreds for 1) dating a man, 2) being almost 20 years younger AND 3) the person he's dating just happens to be Fernando Alonso. He's called every name under the sun, constantly ridiculed and the fans pretty much turn against him. He tries to avoid all the drama by becoming more closed in and even more shy around people.

Fernando, on the other hand, is off doing indy and endurance racing. He's pretty outspoken about their relationship and does his best to gain respect for Lance, always praising him and telling nice things about him. This starts to work after a while as the media starts to forget about the whole thing.

Nando would visit the F1 grid from time to time and Lance would be at his indy races. Eventually it became normal to see them together and act like a couple and the fans started to support them, so the media did a complete 180°. Now it was a race to get the best Strollonso story in the papers...

During this time also, Lance starts to visit Fernando's karting school a lot more and after a while becomes a key part in its operation. He would volunteer as a race director for the kids' tournaments, pop in as a guest coach or just help around with whatever they were doing. He would become a bit of a celebrity in that community of young drivers and really like spending time there.

2021 Surprise! Fernando gets bored of the other stuff and unretires himself to come back into F1 with Alpine! Before this Lance, Nando, Alpine and Aston Martin have a proper sit-down with FIA to figure out how they can allow Nando back in without the risk of sharing team secrets. A couple rule changes, some NDA's and contracts later, it's settled and F1 gets its most popular Spaniard (sorry Carlos) back on track. Everyone celebrates!

Turns out Nando is on a revenge mission this time. All that pent up McLaren resentment is poured right into Alpine and he becomes the villain of F1, which the fans kinda like. Outside the track, he and Lance live their best comfy life, getting a couple houses together, traveling and expanding their family with a doggy, Nyla! 🥰

2022 Alpine is in shambles. Estie Bestie is threatening to strangle his best friend's boyfriend on a daily basis. Lance suggests, just as a joke, that Fernando should come to Aston as he knew Sebastian was about to retire and they hadn't found a replacement for next season. Fernando doesn't take it as a joke. So, Nando calls up Lance's dad and he agrees immediately to take the Spaniard in.

Fast forward to the end of the season, Alpine gets a couple more big L's, and finally Nando can leave that sinking ship to walk right into Aston Martin's motorhome as soon as he drops out the last race. Fans rejoice, as Strollonso is now in the same team, media is fired up from the potential content and FIA can have a breather now that company secrets are no longer at risk.

2023 Working in the same team turns out to be the best choice they ever made. The team spirit is at an all time high, everyone is enjoying working together and the fans absolutely love them. Nando's tiktok influencer career also helps tremendously and people follow their social medias like it's Friends in 1996.

Nando decides before the summer break that it's now or never and proposes to Lance. To his absolute horror and shock, the 25 year old says "yeah, sure" and they get engaged. Everyone expects a big and glamorous wedding, but turns out they have a small civil ceremony during the break with just family and close friends, away from the limelight. It's a cute and intimate wedding party in Tuscany that only gets out as Lance posts a few pictures from it. Fans rejoice once again! Future's looking all bright and rosy for them <3 And speaking of rosy... They got another fur child! Rósa was Lance's 25th birthday present 🥰

2024.... We'll see ✨

#ask #strollonso #pookie au #this is way too long I'm sorry #😭

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