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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Did You Miss Me?

Remembered ADWM when Dark says, “Did you miss me? I missed you- very much.” And now I wanna make a drabble on it.

Maybe a little variation on what happens in ADWM. Thinking of making a new HC where he can’t touch you unless you give him permission or initiate it first. Of course he can ask for it or give vague gestures in hopes you will accept him.

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

Set up: essentially the same intro as ADWM, but a little more intimate. Sfw only tho

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You had become extremely disoriented from the rough switch in atmosphere. The ringing that echoed within your mind was not helping either. Your date was no where to be found and neither was the stage.

“Hello, darling.” A disembodied voice greeted. Then a monochrome figure appeared in front of you, though it was difficult to keep eyes on him when he was surrounded by blue and red doubles.

He straightened at your distress and the visual glitching subsided slightly.

He cleared his throat, “I missed you, dear. It’s been quite some time wouldn’t you say?” He took a step forward, extending a hand, only for you to take a step back in confusion. He clenched his hand and let it fall.

“My apologies, this must seem rather forward. Though I must admit,” his jaw clenched, “I’ve grown tired of this perpetual game we’ve been forced to play.”

He straightened his already perfect suit and sighed, “It doesn’t matter… surely you must be aware of this cycle by now?”

You had felt rather caught off by the consistent, repetitive actions you had been forced to perform. You slowly nodded.

“Then let me further enlighten you,” he waved his hand to summon different visions of your adventure so far, even things that have yet to occur. “You must understand this was all his plan (y/n). I have simply disrupted this game, if only momentarily.”

“How did you-“

“This isn’t our first encounter. We have met many times in the past.” His expression shifted, but returned so quickly that you thought you imagined it. “It was brought to my attention that he decided to drag you along once again. A shame he continuously removes your memories of his games… our little meetings. Manipulating the plot to suit his needs,” his sudden harsh tone and odd shattered reflection startled you. He took a breath so steady himself and moved closer, now towering over you. “I can take you from this wretched cycle… to show you what we had together,” once again, he offered his hand.

“Please, (y/n)…” His voice grew strained, “Let me in... Let me be everything you need,” his head tilted to whisper softly into your ear. Dangerously close yet still refraining from contact.

You looked to his hand and cautiously moved to take it, but hesitated.

“I promise you this, your every need will be met. Your heart’s desires fulfilled… Let me protect you now where I couldn’t before. Let me amend my mistakes…”

You felt a great sadness from his words. Letting your naive trust get the better of you, your hand lightly accepted his.

The moment your hands connected, he rushed to embrace you causing you to gasp. He buried his face into your neck, reciting apologies and promises of loyalty. The air grew lighter, and for the first time since you could ever remember, you felt lucid.

He removed himself and held your shoulders. His smile filled you with warmth.

“Let’s catch up, old friend.”

#ego #darkiplier #markiplier egos #dark #darkiplier x reader #reader insert #x reader #kie writes #kie’s post #gender neutral fanfic

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hyu7eii · 8 months

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THE WORLD DID NOT EXIST AT NIGHT ― H.HJ

SYNOPSIS. at night, the world was oblivious, the gaiety lulled to silence by the moon. here, you will find your lover again, away from the forces that pull you apart, the unkind eyes that do not understand. it will simply just be the two of you, and you would not care if the morning comes.

PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

GENRE. romeo&juliet-esque!au, forbidden love, historical!au, painter!hyunjin, angst

WARNINGS. toxic parenting, family abandonment (hyunjin), description of blood and wound (non-detailed and mentioned once), deep-rooted insecurity

WORDCOUNT. 3k words (not proofread at all lmao)

The night was cool–maybe even piercingly so, goosebumps crawling up the expanse of your arm and the back of your neck. The thin cotton of your nightgown does nothing to alleviate the cold; the frills at the end of your sleeve and neckline tickle your skin, perhaps making it worse. But even so, a strange excitement grows in your chest, flushing your skin despite the cold. Your clothed feet grow a little sore from the hard wooden floor, but you didn’t want your shoes disturbing the quiet of the night. No one was supposed to hear you, or know that you are here.

You were supposed to be at home, asleep in your own quarters, but you wanted to see him. Needed might be more accurate with you walking all the way to his house at the dead of night.

If you had the choice, you would choose to spend your lonely nights in his home, to live in the walls that even in the cold night, seemed comforting. You always thought that his home lived up to the definition, unlike your own. Perhaps it was Hyunjin’s paintings that made it so lively, lining the walls of his halls where as yours were empty, maybe a few trinkets that your father had bought, but nonetheless, lacking in personality. You dreaded your room; yes, you had your bed, your grandiose vanity, and all the things you could wish for, but it is in his office where he paints that you are, without effort, able to be lulled to sleep. You had fallen asleep once on his divan and woke up to him making a portrait of you. Since then, you have wished that he would paint you again.

With your shoes in hand, you navigate the halls, the lamp on your other hand useless. If you were to close your eyes, you would know your way around his home–the kitchen, his room, the patch of his favorite flowers in his garden. You would know it by his scent, a mix of the dried paint on his hands, the smell of freshly pressed parchment, his musk under a sunny day. But all of these things no longer are individual matters as they all become distinctly his. It's the cerulean blue of his walls that remind you of the sky he painted for your birthday, the daisies his mother planted in his garden that appear in motifs on his handkerchief, and it's the light pinks on his patterned china that remind you of his aggravating lips. Anyone else wouldn’t have given a second thought to these innocuous things, but perhaps it has become habit over time. It was too familiar, too natural to think of him.

You see light seep through under the door to his office, and you wonder if he has rested at all today. “Hyunjin?” You knocked on the door, and a yelp could be heard from behind. He whispers your name, and it’s almost like the quiet night was fooling you, playing with your mind and pretending to be him. It’s been two weeks, and you miss him badly. When he opens the door, you know you weren’t mistaken.

He takes a step towards you, his loose nightshirt following lazily with his movements. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” he mouths, but the way he reaches out his hand to you lets you know he wants you to stay. The sunken skin under his eyes tells you that the nights have not been kind, that it wasn’t just you alone that was growing restless from his absence. He had said that you and him, despite how desperately the both of you wanted each other, was not meant to happen. You wouldn’t have even met him if you didn’t go along with your father’s wish for a portrait. It was simply just a collision of timing, no sort of kismet or will from the universe made you two meet or even weaved your lives together. He was a fool; it was conscious decisions that has led to this, his own foolish and weak mind that gave in to his curiosity, moreso his longing. He had a love for beautiful things, things he found beautiful. He had painted a lot of scenes, places, people, and he’d like to say that all of them were beautiful, he painted them after all. And you who was simply a bystander, like a newly blooming flower between the cracks of stone, or the setting sun when the world falls asleep, or the stars that watch the universe play along its whims, made him want to draw you endlessly.

He sees you tremble under your nightgown. “You’re cold.”

“I’ve missed you.”

When he lets you in, you see the framework of his next painting on the canvas, paint tubes clattered on the table beside it. You place your shoes beside his door, and it looked like it belonged there. His jacket that was precariously draped on his chair suddenly finds purchase on your shoulders. “Please cover up, so you don’t freeze to death.” You almost laugh at his effort to be a complete stranger, avoiding your gaze timidly. You knew him too well; he has already imprinted himself in your life, and to reduce his presence to just someone you knew was impossible. You don’t think you could act like the memories you made with him did not amount to anything, that the home he made in your heart can be filled with the next person that comes. No matter what, without him, it will remain empty, abandoned. And it will always remind you that you would always want Hyunjin, and Hyunjin alone.

“It’s extremely late. Your father would worry greatly if he doesn’t find you home,” he clears his throat, hating having to mention your father. He knew your father would never approve of your relationship, that he would never see him as anything other than a silly painter whose family abandoned him for pursuing that of what he loved. His family used to tell him that it would only lead to failure, that he was too idealistic, that he dreamed too much. He didn’t listen, working hard to reject the very idea. But looking at his situation now, he can’t help but find some truth in it. He couldn’t have everything, not when it seemed that the world was against it, that whatever power above refused to let him dream of you.

“Talk to me, Hyunjin.” You move closer to him, and you’re almost afraid that once you start to reach out, he will hide again. To your surprise, he doesn’t move an inch. “I walked all the way here.”

He gives you an incredulous look, praying that you were joking with him. “You didn’t take a carriage? When you nod, he speaks to you genuinely, holding your shoulders for some sense of groundedness. “It’s the middle of the cold dead night!” he tells you. “Never do this again, not for my sake.”

It’s like no time has passed, the way he touches you. It wasn’t that you felt metaphorical sparks coursing through your body every time he touched you, or in some distant plain, stars exploded whenever he did. It was just him, and that’s all you could ask for.

“I can’t take you home now, but I promise to have a carriage for you first thing in the morning,” he sighs, letting go of you. “I’ll prepare the guest room for you.”

Your father had sent a letter to the Kim Family. My stay at your residence at Westfield has been most hospitable and welcoming. How warm the people were and the sun that sets behind the treelines. I have met your son, Seungmin; he has done his best to accommodate me and I very much appreciate it. He is a charming fellow, a smile befitting of a man that was gonna change the world! I expected nothing less of your family. My daughter and I will be traveling for the summer, and it so happens that we would be passing your home during this journey. If it is not imposing, we would like to rest in your residence before we go back on our feet again. I am very sure my daughter and your son would get along great.

He sometimes wonders if he hadn’t been so headstrong, if he had listened to his family, if he had worked himself to death in lifeless and devoid cycles, would he be able to carelessly hold and want you without shame. You had said that if his parents were to look at his paintings now, they would never be able to recognize it was his. If they did, they would despise it. It will always be a reminder that they hold nothing over him, that whatever hope they had praying that he’d keep silent, that he’d relent and realize he was completely impractical was utterly futile. If they would look unknowingly at his painting, they’d just be seeing another painting. They wouldn’t see the individual strokes he made, the colors he picked so carefully, or the soul he enshrines in every piece of work.

They don’t know you like I do.

If they were right, then it was simply too late. Too late for him and you. His hands that urged him to draw you, to rhapsodize you in every expression, in every color, were sinners. His eyes that gravitate towards you, the ones that can only stare at you hopelessly, witnessing and revering you, were of the same. If his family was right, the arbiter of the universe would look at him in shame; he has no place to desire, to dream, for he was not subjected to you, nor you to him. He had made the mistake of unguarding his heart to you, to let you touch and feel every beat that pumped his blood. And you who delicately held him will bleed with him, suffering from the consequences of letting you dream with him.

You pull his jacket tighter around you. It was like the night didn't exist. The world didn’t to you. “Hyunjin, please talk to me,” you say, but you almost couldn’t hear your voice. “He didn’t touch me. Nothing happened between me and Seungmin, I swear–”

He scoffs, full of bitterness and forlorn longing. “It is unimportant what you did or didn’t do. I simply can’t be with you.”

You can’t help yourself; Your hands instinctively reach for his face, holding onto him in fear of him leaving you, disappearing with the world without you. Your fingers were cold, everything seemed so cold. His jacket smelled just like him, like silent candles burning in the night, like boundless reveries and stars.

It is slow when his fingers wrap around your hand on his cheek–hesitant. His fingers were cold too. You can hear the lullabies of the cicadas, the fireflies, the creatures home to the grass, and somehow, his eyes speak much louder. “You didn’t hurt me; you could do nothing wrong to me, so don’t think of this as resentment, or apathy.”

“Then why?” you whisper. You don’t think you can trust your voice, scared you would fail to plead, to beg for ground. You were falling, lost in all-consuming loneliness. You were alone. At night, you were terrified, of the thoughts that plagued you, sleepless nights where you had nothing but your mind to listen to. When you did sleep, you dreamed of his paints, his shoes. They were littered in your room, a canvas waiting to be finished right at the foot of your bed, but you couldn’t see what it was that he was painting. Sometimes those dreams don’t last very long; they would turn to scenes of you looking at his paintings with a wound to your chest. You would have no clothes on, blood dripping down languidly to your chest, squeezing and squeezing. The air would leave you and you would wake up once more.

You felt like a child again–nothing but uncertainty and fear in your mind.

“Did my father say something to you? He’s a fool; he knows nothing.”

“Darling, don’t say that.” You feel his fingers grip tighter. He doesn't know how to tell you, how everything was his fault, how if he didn’t exist in your life you would’ve lived in complete peace. He loved beautiful things, but they were never destined to be his–not the sun that hid behind the sea at night, or the birdsongs he loved to hear in the morning, not you who so effortlessly pulled everything of which surrounds you. You were a force of your own, and you didn't need him.

It was instinct for him to replicate beautiful things, so in his own way, he had something he could hold, something he could call his own. But what he had for you was too real, too palpable that he longed for your complete being. It wasn’t enough that he could just spectate, watching you occasionally slip in his sight. It was like when waves desperately reached for the shore, time and time again clawing at the sand, or when the birds soared till they could rest in the clouds. He needed to reach you, to touch you, to love every inch of being. Behind closed doors, he knew you and you knew him. You were familiarity, security, and the embodiment of dreams, but he was nothing. He could not be what you deserve in this lifetime, and this reality no longer can leave his mind. They said to not fly too close to the sun, but Hyunjin flew high with reckless abandon, with love and with hope. And he’ll fall into the endless sea, damning whatever punishment he would face.

He didn’t want you to drown, not because of him.

“Tell me, how was your visit with the Kims?” He can feel his chest slow painfully, his hand that was once holding yours now limp on his side, every intake of breath almost difficult. He hates himself for this, his body rejecting him, but he does not know any better.

You want to cry and tell him that he’s hurting you, that beyond those words, you still love him. You let go of him, and you wish he would chase your touch again, like those goodbyes where the both of you had to will yourselves to leave each other’s sides. You want him to come back to you, to wake up and still have him beside you. You want him to paint you once again.

“Have I not told you I loved you?”

You fell in love with him the night you stayed in his office. And the times before that and after. It is irrelevant to you when it happened, if you realized it too late or too early. “If you wish so desperately for me to stay by Seungmin then tell me so. Berate me for coming here at all.”

“If you wish to not be with me, then I will return home. I will no longer bother you further if you wish for me to leave. You no longer have to worry about my presence. I will understand.”

Tell me you're relieved I'm here with you, that you missed me, that we would find salvation together.

You can’t move your body, but the words flow uncontrollably from your mouth. “But if you do so, you have to resent me–loathe me, because I would not be able to bear it if I leave and you would be alone again. You have to tell me that I am your bane, that I am your unhappiness. I will hold no anger if this is the truth.”

He had once shown his collection of paintings to you, the ones he had made to quench the boredom of the day, ones he would keep personally in his heart–crows he would find nesting on the willow tree in his garden, the breakfast he ate that morning, the children that would play merrily in the fields. He had shown you paintings of you, and he had told you truthfully that it was difficult to paint you. He couldn’t replicate you; it was simply not the same. Your eyes were more expressive, your face kinder, completely different from the harsh lines of his strokes. He told you he couldn’t do you justice, and he didn’t believe you when you said you looked the most beautiful when he painted you. How couldn’t it be when the artist himself had nothing but adoration and affection to give his subjects. Hyunjin had nothing but love to give. When you look at his paintings, you see much more of him than the subjects themselves. He couldn’t hide himself even if he tried to; he couldn’t hide himself from you.

“I cannot lie to you. You know you are none of that to me.”

“Then do not torment yourself,” you breathe out. You grow even closer to him, your hands instinctively touching him–his chest, his shoulders, his neck. His breath is warm, and you can feel it on your nose. Your eyes look thoughtfully at him, his face and the moles that litter it, the scars you would love to learn, his eyes. “If you love me, then that is all I need.”

You were practically embracing him, leaning into his warmth that quelled the numbing cold of the night. Your chest almost bursts when he doesn’t reject your touch, letting you hold him delicately with the stars above as your witness. He doesn’t have to say anything, no words needed to tell you that his home is yours, and you will always return to it–to him. If your father wished Hyunjin would simply concede to distance himself from you, if his family wished nothing good upon him, if the universe is at its wits end separating you from him, you will damn them all.

Tonight, you will love him shamelessly, and the world would not exist.

#kie/writes!#stray kids angst #stray kids fic #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #hyunjin fic #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin angst #hyunjin x reader #skz fic #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x you

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devilsskettle · 1 year

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there’s also just Something About female characters who are jealous of the men around them for getting to behave in certain ways that they just can’t. like you can just act like that? you don’t have to maintain a carefully curated and constructed image of yourself to present to the world so people don’t treat you like shit? i’m not gonna universalize but i do believe most women feel this way at least at some point in their lives, i feel it all of the time and it drives me fucking insane

#that’s the thing with kie from outer banks for me like. she just wants to be allowed to act like the guys and just like. fuck around i guess #like just to hang out and to do whatever she wants and like to be herself and still be accepted #like she is tone deaf when it comes to like. complaining about her supportive family and better-than-stable financial situation lol #but she feels so trapped! and so alienated! and she can’t escape this role she keeps getting trapped in!#as a Daughter! or a Love Interest!#and like a big part of that is actually kind of just Bad Writing lol but i will take what i want from this story lol #i am going through the scraps i am scavenging it for working parts i am creating meaning where the writers forgot to etc #anyway aaaaaaaaa

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bobsfic · 4 months

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Part 1/3

Summary: 6 times JJ struggled with affection and 1 time he didn't.

Word Count: 8,304

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She slips her hand into his before leaning her head back against the hard seat as well. She positions their joined hands on her thigh, lacing their fingers together, and he immediately stills.

His pulse jumps as his eyes zero in on their linked hands. It’s far from the first time they’ve held hands, and considering they just kissed for the first time like a day ago, it’s not even the most romantic thing they’ve done recently.

But the way she simply sat down next to him and held his hand, pulling it into her lap like it’s something they do every day, sends his mind spinning.

And it’s not that he doesn’t want to hold her hand, because he absolutely does. He craves her attention more than he probably should, and he never wants to lose the warm feeling in his chest, but he just… doesn’t know if he deserves it.

Read more on ao3!!

#my writing #my fic #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #outer banks fic #a 5+1 that accidentally turned into a 6+1 #obx fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #jiara #outer banks #obx #jj x kiara #jj x kie #obx fic #jiarasource

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 9 months

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☀️ 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ☀️

updated september 22, 2023

to be clear, i do random checks of people who like my works—especially when labeled as 18+ minors do not interact (mdni). if i find you're a minor and you are reading it anyways you're going to be blocked. period.

i write for the characters of OBX right now, slowly putting some fun pieces out. often an angst queen, won't lie. i take requests too—guidelines here🥰 if easier to read on ao3, my profile can be found here

❤️‍🔥 𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 ❤️‍🔥

𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

hold me down (is this a new start?) - 18+ MDNI, smut

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨/𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺

you should find another guiding light (1)

but i shine so bright (2)

𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 (𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥) - reality tv star!rafe

it's so hard to watch (everything i want) (1)

if there's bleach in the hallways (i can start over) (2)

🐚 𝕤𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕙 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 🐚

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨/𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺

the greatest of luxuries (1)

is your secret (2)

🐢 𝕜𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕣𝕒 🐢

𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨/𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺

get out your map (1)

pick somewhere and just run (2)

🌊 𝕛𝕛 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜 🌊

𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨/𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨

let's keep this moment forever

🖤 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 🖤

𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙪𝙨

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘣𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴

sending song lyrics until they notice: taylor swift edition

this you?

💙 𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟 𝕓 𝕣𝕠��𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 💙

coming soon

💚 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 💚

coming soon

👑 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕟 👑

coming soon

note: this masterlist will definitely end up changing/evolving over time it just felt weird not having one right now when I've posted a few things!

#outerbanks masterlist #rafe cameron x reader #sarah cameron x reader #kiara carrera x reader #kie carrera x reader #jj maybank x reader #john b routledge x reader #topper thorton x reader #pope heyward x reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #obx x reader #obx x you #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #masterlist #my writing

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shelbbswrites · 1 year

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OBX3 is Jiara’s season, and it’s ALMOST HERE.

I wrote about why Kiara and JJ’s relationship would ALWAYS stand out from her kiss with John B and her relationship with Pope.

As always, if you like the article and want to support me in writing more like them, please click the link and engage with my tweet on Twitter. It REALLY helps!

#outer banks #outer banks spoilers #obx #obx3 #kiara carrera #kie carrera #madison bailey #jj maybank #rudy pankow #jiara #jj x kiara #kiara x jj #pope heyward #sarah cameron #john b routledge #jarah #writing

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edsmidnightrain · 9 months

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Strings

Hey y'all, I'm on a 15 hour road trip and decided to write this ficlet that been in my drafts for months. So here's 1k words of Steddie with equal parts smut and angst. Hope y'all enjoy.

Also inspired by prompts 186 “No strings attached.”, 187 “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” , 29 “There was never an us.” and 30 “So that’s it? It’s over?” from this list

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Steve and Eddie had been spending a lot of time together since the upside down, hell, Eddie had practically moved in and Steve was totally okay with it, he was doing fine. Except he wasn’t doing fine, Steve could feel himself falling for Eddie more and more as the days passed. And sure Eddie had come out to the party as gay, but that didn’t automatically mean he liked Steve. He was sure Eddie would want someone who was into the same things as him. Someone who liked Metal, and D&D. Not someone like Steve who is the complete opposite of him, a preppy jock who listens to top 40 and wears polo shirts. However, knowing Eddie probably didn’t reciprocate his feelings and getting over said feelings were two separate things and Steve hadn’t mastered the moving on part just yet. Meanwhile, Eddie laid on the pet names and was always pretty touchy with Steve which made his feelings worse. But Steve knew that Eddie was just being friendly and funny even if he sometimes wondered what it would be like if Eddie did like him back.

One day, the two were hanging out at Steve’s house while his parents were away as they often were. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie Steve didn’t really care about but Eddie seemed excited for. Eddie was leaning into his space and Steve couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed Eddie’s stupid, perfect face in his hands and kissed him. Eddie was shocked at first but quickly started kissing back. They made out for a while before Steve pulled back.

“Eddie…”

“It’s okay Stevie, it doesn't have to mean anything, just two friends helping each other out, no strings attached right?”

“Right.” Steve said and pulled Eddie into another searing kiss.

This went on for a few minutes until both boys were breathless and half hard. Eddie pulled back this time, “do you wanna keep going or…”

“Yes, fuck please.”

“Shit I love when you beg sweetheart.”

Steve practically melted at the pet name like he did everytime Eddie let it slip.

Steve couldn’t handle the sexual tension anymore and dropped to his knees without warning. Eddie immediately spoke up, “woah Stevie you don’t have to-”

“I really really want to Eds. Please.”

“Fuck okay baby go ahead.”

That was a new one, Eddie had never called him baby before and Steve was already addicted to the way the word sounded coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Steve pulled Eddie’s jeans down and began to kiss his now fully hard cock through his briefs. Eddie gasped and let his hands slide into Steve’s famous hair. Steve decided he’d teased enough and pulled Eddie’s dick out of his boxers, kissing the tip a few times before taking the head into his mouth. Eddie’s hands tightened in Steve’s hair at the feeling of his hot mouth around Eddie’s cock. Steve continued his movements until Eddie’s dick hit the back of his throat. He pulled off quickly to breathlessly mutter five words, “Fuck my face Eddie. Please.” Eddie moaned just from hearing Steve say those words and quickly pushed his cock back into Steve’s mouth, roughly thrusting into the wet heat of Steve’s throat. Steve had tears falling down his cheeks and was moaning around Eddie’s cock adding to the older boy’s pleasure. Eddie came hard into Steve’s mouth with one final thrust. Steve swallowed as much as he could, letting the rest drip down his chin. He relished in the salty taste of Eddie’s cum and smiled fucked out and dopey.

Eddie took one look at Steve and immediately switched their positions so Steve was on the couch and Eddie was on his knees. “Eddie wait-” Steve spoke up as Eddie pulled down his pants and boxers to find that Steve had come in his pants while sucking him off.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“ Fuck you, you clearly know the answer to that.”

A few minutes later, Steve speaks up again, “Do you think we could do this again, still no strings attached obviously but like I had fun and something tells me you did too.”

“Course Stevie, nothing wrong with two guys helping each other get off.”

“Okay good.”

“Yes, now let’s start the movie over since someone so rudely interrupted it.

A few months had passed and Steve and Eddie were still hooking up almost everyday, both still assuring themselves that it was just between friends and there were no feelings involved. However both boys knew it was deeper than that. Especially Steve who was downright in love at this point. Until Eddie showed up at Steve’s one day with a large smile on his face.

“Hey Eds, what’s up?”

“I met someone.”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth, Steve’s heart shattered. After the months they’d spent hooking up, Steve had started to convince himself that maybe Eddie felt the same. But clearly he was wrong.

Steve must’ve been silent for too long because Eddie immediately got defensive, “What? You can’t even be happy for me?”

“What about us? You’re just gonna throw that away for some guy?”

“There was never an us Harrington, no strings attached, remember?”

“Really we’re back to Harrington? And what about all those things you said when you’d fuck me? how you loved fucking me and never wanted to fuck another guy again? how I was yours and you didn’t want to see me with anyone else?”

“Those are just words Steve, I just said those things in the moment, it didn’t mean anything. I’m not yours and you’re not mine”

“So that’s it? It’s over?” Steve asked heartbroken.

“There was nothing there to begin with Steve. We said no strings attached and I kept my word, it’s not my fault you caught feelings.”

Eddie walked away leaving the other boy in pieces but what Steve didn’t know is that Eddie’s heart shattered that day too. And while he tried to pick up the pieces and move on with someone else, no one made him feel like Steve did. So much for no strings attached, Eddie could still feel the cut string aching to be reconnected with Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #smut #steddie smut #angst #steddie angst #kie writes

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brizzlovesyou · 9 months

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you were the last good thing about this part of town by PennedByLynn

“Yeah, you’ve got a real mess over there.” Kiara checked the time on her phone and winced. If she was already running late though, what was another five minutes? “Alright, show me what you’ve fixed so far.” JJ waved her off with the rag. “You ain’t gotta do all that. Lookin’ all nice and shit. I’m sure you’ve got better places to be.” And she did, truthfully. The restaurant Sarah’d picked out for the night looked divine: gorgeous vaulted ceilings, Instagram worthy cocktails, and a menu full of ethically sourced produce that she wouldn’t have to pay a dime for. So why would she rather bake in the sun helping JJ with his busted bike engine? “I can spare a minute.” – Or, five times Kie bailed on dates and one time she didn’t Jiara Week Day 6: 5+1

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ma1nth1ng · 10 months

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breathe ; jiara

summary : the pogues return to the chateau after jj gets into a fight. he’s pissed like crazy as usual and kiara being the newly girlfriend she is helps him calm down and reassures him.

this is my first time writing a fic, my summers going pretty boring and i’ve been wanting to start writing stories, so enjoy!

Slamming the door shut to the twinkie, JJ cursed to himself stomping up the stairs of the chateau. “You gonna be able to deal with that?” Cleo looked at Kiara as she nodded her head. “I do all the time”. Just 30 minutes ago the pogues were all having fun at a bonfire, everything was going good until JJ saw some touron trying to get at his girl. He knows Kiara‘s a big girl and can handle herself but that dickwad had the nerve to start shouting at her, like a fucking maniac.

JJ thought that he the thought the alcohol in his system mad him trip for a second, next thing you know he was up on his feet pacing over seeing straight red.

flashback -

The sounds of music and laughter ringed through the crowd of teens. The boys were versing two kooks in ping pong, it was Pope’s turn to toss the ball he swapped places with John b whispering something in his ear laughing. “Come on bubba.” John B cheered him in giving him a quick shoulder massage. “Pope we can’t lose man get on his ass!” JJ stated.

They cheered him on while he concentrated, tossing the ball watching it skip each cup slowing down. The small crowd they had watched closely, the ball tilted into the last cup. Cheering his name, Pope dusted off his shoulders, taking the defeat the kook lifted the cup to his lips downing the whole drink, JJ howled “Atta boy Pope!” dabbing him up.

Suddenly feeling thirsty he lifted his cup to his lips expecting a cold tangy taste to hit his tongue but instead got nothing but a drop. “Yo, be back i needa a refill.” he shook his cup showing the boys, they waved him off.

Excusing himself through people making his way to the juice stand. Observing the opened cooler he stuck his hand in it, swaying his fingers searching for a beer. “Cold cold!” he squeaked feeling the ice cold water sting his digits, he swayed around for a few more seconds and grabbed a bottle hoping it was a beer.

Grabbing the can shaped object he pulled his hand out of the water and smirked. “JJ?” a voice spoke, he turned around and his eyes went wide-eyed seeing a green eyed blonde curly headed girl “Sa-Samantha?” he stuttered, she smiled “It’s been a long time.” she spoke.

“Uh….yeah” his voice sorta cracked, she giggled “My family came down to visit my aunts new baby, so i’m here for the whole week.” she said excitedly. He nodded giving her a fake smile “Uh that’s great.” turning his attention back to his beer, opening the can pouring it into his cup. “If your not busy or anything i was thinking..maybe you wanna get out of here?” she bit her lip.

JJ sighed placing his cup down, “Look Samaria- Samantha.” she corrected him. “Yea yea, see i’m not on the market anymore but i’m sure their’s a nice young fello over their waiting to scoop you up.” he pointed out a boy in a green button up shirt whispering to his friends looking at her. The girl blinked a few times “Really? because i didn’t see you come here with anyone?” the blonde rolled his eyes in annoyance blocking out the girls pitchy voice as she continued to go on.

An echo of shouting ringed in his ear, he looked up to see who was about to get into a scrap because only in the obx you can’t have a decent party without somebody shoving or insulting the other person and not getting a punch to the face. Looking off into the distant he squinted his eyes trying to get a better look, his blurry vision was not helping but he saw a boy and a girl going at it.

Listening closely to the girls voice it sounded familiar to him. Eyes focusing on her trying to get a better view he spotted her curly brown hair and blonde highlights, she also wore green converse. The guy standing in front of her started getting in her face, she pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear and JJ got a clear view of her side profile.

Their was some shithead yelling at his girl, getting in her face like he was about to do something. His jaw clenched, slightly his fingers started squeezing his cup, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘫, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭. Watching them going back and forth the guy smacked her cup out of her hand, that trigged it. Dropping his cup not even caring about the beer splashing on his shirt he bolted over there getting close enough to where he shoved the guy.

“The fuck is your problem?!” he spat, the boy now laying on the sand got up dusting himself off. Kiara looked at him “Jay it’s fine, i’m okay.” she gave him a small smile. He looked at her, eyes wondering over her face checking if she was okay, his eyes snapped back to the boy, “Who the fuck are you?! You just go around pushing people you don’t know?” the guy spat back.

JJ scoffed “Nah but you should be asking yourself something like that, you go around picking fights with girls. What are you a fucking sissy?” giving him a dirty look. People started luring in, phones started to be pulled out of pockets. “Oh i see…is this your boyfriend?” the boy looked at Kiara and laughed “Don’t fucking talk to her!” JJ shoved him again creating a barrier between them.

Sound of ouu’s ran through like a wave, “Jayj.” Kiara looked at him with worry eyes. “Don’t even give him your energy.” she mumbled to him, “You let her bitch you? You getting bitched on?.” the boy continued on, JJ was getting tenser, the blood in his body rushing to his fist, Kiara could feel his body tightening from the grip she had on his forearm.

“Bitched? Your getting in her face yelling at her like she’s some fucking dude!” squeezing his knuckles so tight they started turning white. “Yea well she’s got a lot of mouth on her, don’t you cupcake?” Kiara rolled her eyes flipping him off. “Hey jackass, when a girl kindly tells you to fuck off the first go you don’t keep trying to go at her.” her eyes bored into his.

Feeling his breathing giving heavy, JJ tried to calm down. “I asked you for a drink and you started bitching off.” he threw his hands up, causing JJ fist to twitch. Still holding on his forearm Kiara continued “Uh yea and i told you no thank you than you started talking to me clearly not seeing that i was uninterested until i showed you which came to the conclusion of you now yelling at me.”

“Your not even that special, don’t overhype your head bitch.” his nostrils flared. Being held back by Kiara was not helping “Jay come on.” she focused her attention back on him, “Yeah listen to your bitch.” the voice of the touron kept going through his ears, him and Kie made an agreement where whenever somebody pushed his buttons trying to persuade him in a fight, all he had to do was just walk away.

But this fucker was speaking out of his neck disrespecting his girl, he exhaled the air he had built up in him about to turn around and walk away “Instead of you talking shit you can put your mouth to better use, like sucking my dick you slutty whor-“ he was cut off by JJ delivering a sharp punch to his jaw.

The boy stumbled back while people started chanting “Fight! Fight! Fight!” he looked at the blood dripping on his fingers, spitting to the side he got up and stumbled on JJ. “Pope! John B!” Kiara yelled out to the boys. They rushed over such as Cleo and Sarah who were in their own conversation, “Hey, you good?” Sarah placed her hands on Kiara’s face, she nodded looking at the two boys fighting on the sand.

The touron landed a few punches to JJ’s side but he threw sand in his face and flipped them over now on top of boy sending straight decks to his face. He could hear her shouting his name but that couldn’t stop him, he was seeing red. the boy’s face started getting bruised and bloody. John b grabbed his shirt trying to separate him from the boy, so did Pope.

“JJ, the hell get off him!” John b struggled to get a hold of the blonde. Kiara felt shallow and breathy, “Jayj! JJ!” she shouted. Finally managing to separate him from the now poorly beaten touron, they pulled JJ up hooking their arms around his.

“Shit man, you fucked him up.” Pope mumbled. “Let’s go.” Cleo said walking to the twinkie. Pope and Sarah catch up with Cleo, still looking at the boy on the floor he was still heated, gritting his teeth. “JJ go!” Kiara pushed him towards the van.

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John b shut the door “He’ll be good in a few, might sleep it off.” Kiara scoffed “Well then clearly you don’t know JJ.” she got out the van following behind him. She thanked him for holding the door and went inside going to the bathroom to get the First Aid Kit, already knowing where he would be she opened the screen door to the backyard. Their he was laying in the hammock rocking his legs back and forth looking off into the dark distance.

“Knock knock.” she spoke setting the box down on the chair walking up to him. He turned around seeing her, “Sup.” then turned back around. She pouted picking the box back up and taking her place on the hammock forcing him to move over. She observed his face, he was biting his nails and bouncing his leg. “That was pretty rad dude.” she said, twisting his lips trying to hide his smile he turned his head the other way.

He mumbled a sentence under his breath “What was that?” she raised an eyebrow. He shook his head “nothing.” playfully rolling her eyes she sighed, “Let me see those sausage fingers.” she held her hand out waiting for him to place his hand on hers. “Sausage fingers? Yea okay giraffe legs.” he shot her a dirty look placing his hand in hers. Looking at his hand she sighed suddenly feeling guilt wash over her, taking his eyes off his hand he looked at her. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked concerned.

She shook her head “We’ve talked about this Jayj. Not letting meaningless things get into your head.” looking up at him with tears building up in her eyes. He caressed her cheek moving his hand to her chin “It wasn’t meaningless though Kie and you know that.” he pointed out. Frowning she opened the box taking out some alcohol wipes and gauze.

JJ pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, he’s been learning all this new stuff about being in a relationship and being open more, he is new to being a boyfriend and he wanted to be the best he could even if that means he had to force himself to agree with the things he didn’t agree too. But this was different because he cared, he cared about Kiara. She’s one of the things that he cherishes in his heart, he loves her and wants nothing but to protect her at all times, and he surely wasn’t going to let someone or anybody speak bad on her.

With his uninjured hand he gently caressed her thigh, “I’m sorry…i truly am it’s just…Kiara he was all in your face like..like he was about to do something and it triggered me.” he spoke softly, she ripped open a pack of alcohol wipes taking a sheet out. Nodding signaling him that she was listening as she placed the wipe on his hands causing him to hiss.

“Sorry” she mumbled cleaning the blood off his knuckles, when she was done she placed the now bloody wipe on her leg and blew on his hand. “I was..i don’t know shooken up a bit.” his tongue rolled in his cheek. She finished patching his hand up gently rubbing circles over them, he felt himself getting tense again replaying back of what the touron guy said.

Removing her hands from his knuckles she rested her hands on both sides of his face “Hey.” she gave him a faint smile. His eyes shifted down looking at the space between them tapping her leg, “I understand and i’m sorry that you had a moment, you know that i hate seeing you get hurt.” he swallowed the lump in his throat nodding.

“My love….you know that i love you right?” she pressed her head against his. “Yea i know.” she gently rubbed her nose against his, his hands moved up to her waist. She pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips, she gives him butterflies every time. “Do you really?!” her voice squealed, he giggled nodding. She furrowed her eyebrows “Does Jesse Maybank know that i’m madly in love with him?” she gripped his shirt. “Why do you gotta go all federal?” he whined.

She giggled “Because that’s your name and i love it, Jesse…Hey Jesse ouuuu!” she sung the anthem to Jessie. He quickly smacked his hand against her mouth shushing her “Hey hush, i don’t want them finding out my name!” he whisper yelled. Playfully shoving her she gasped, he pulled out a joint and a lighter from his pocket. “Hey! Don’t light that blunt until i get back or your ass is grass!” she said getting up.

“Where are you going?” he quirked an eyebrow holding her finger, she lifted her hand up showing the used up wipes and wrappers “To throw your nasty dirty bandages away- I’m serious too don’t smoke that joint without me!” she closed the screen door. She knows he won’t.

He leaned back into the hammock, closing his eyes listening to the crickets chirping and the wind blowing low. The sound of the screen door opened, Kiara came out with a blanket, “figured it would get cold.” tossing it on him. Sitting down again she tossed her leg over his, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer as she rested her head on his chest, she fixed the covers on them getting comfortable.

Lighting the blunt he took a pull then passed it to her, she took it out of his hands taking a pull herself feeling the smoke fill up her insides, exhaling. “You know your my one and only right?” Kiara spoke. His hands moved up and down her back “I love you.” he spoke softly, she smiled looking up at him through her lashes with adoration.

“I love you.” she kissed his neck, they were each others safe space and that couldn’t be taken away from them. They both can only understand each other on the same level.

“You and me.”

They spent the rest of their night, warm and cozy in each other’s presence sharing kisses and cuddles.

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#jiara fanfic #jiara #jiara fic #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jj x kiara #jj x kie #outer banks #obx #jiara obx #kie x jj #first time writing #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #john b obx #sarah cameron #pope heyward #cleo obx

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kiestrokes · 5 months

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12 Lays of Kinkmas Challenge

🗝️Note: Just reposting the kinkmas prompt list from last year. Each two can be used together or separate! Have fun and feel free to tag me in the finished work.

🎁 My 12 Lays Masterlist

🎁 @minisugakoobies 12 Lays Masterlist

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maybanksbabe · 7 months

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Smoking with Kie and getting a little too close and touchy-feely. Both of you acknowledge that crossing that line is a point of no return. Fingers curled into Kie's hair and pulled her closer. The two of you melt into a kiss so electrically charged neither of you know how to feel for a moment. Guiding her back against the covers and keeping her pinned beneath you as each kiss gets messier and hungrier. All Kie can do is hold on to you and try to dampen the soft, breathy moans that push past her lips only to be swallowed by yours. Loving the way she gets so pliant and comfortable underneath you as hands begin to wander and explore...

#kiara carrera x reader #kiara carrera x fem!reader #kie thoughts #libra writes

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

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“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

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hyu7eii · 1 year

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under the moon's gaze — l.dh

SYNOPSIS — it was one of those summer nights. The nightly breeze cools what was left of the heat from the summer sun and all that's left to watch the vibrant verdure was the moon and the stars. But despite that, with dew-like shine, they blossom under the moonlight as if the golden pour of their beloved sun had never left. The night stayed full of life; even without the sun, in some ways, warmth seeped through under the moon's gaze.

PAIRING — lee donghyuck & reader

GENRE — countryside!au, childhoodfriends2l, fluff

WARNINGS — trespassing, making out

WORD COUNT — 3.0k words

NOTES FROM AUTHOR — so this was also from my old blog :') hope you enjoy it!!

You watch as the speckled night moves the moon to the highest peak of the sky. The coolness of the air felt great on your skin, you almost think you could fall asleep like this, but alas, a certain face couldn't help but ruin those plans of a well rested slumber.

Funny how even in imagination, he still seemed to be causing trouble.

After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time this evening, you find yourself seated by your house's front porch watching this big rock in the sky with little to no fascination. You were bored.

The afterglow of the summer day made the night life seem much brighter—unwilted and evergreen. It painted a scenic picture, the moon was at the perfect place, the stars shone brighter than ever, and the trees swayed along to the lullaby of the creatures home to the grass. But no matter how beautiful these things are, they still could not take your mind off of the person you find much prettier in your eyes.

You sigh. How merciless love could be that even picturesque sights like this didn't amaze you anymore.

Perhaps you were being dramatic, simply caught up in the fact that no matter what you did, he stayed like a pest in your mind. Maybe if you tried even harder, you would successfully distract yourself from him. Yeah, you thought to yourself, just stop thinking for a second and just bask in the night sky.

The stars twinkled at you and you smiled back. At first the sky looked like a canvas filled with strewn dots—scattered and unrelated, but then you found yourself gazing at something that looked like a triangle? But it wasn't quite a triangle because it was rounded and much longer. It almost looked like a... fish's flipper?

You weren't an expert in constellations by any means, but you started making them nonetheless. Perhaps you should give them new names and meaning.

You continue to flesh out the unfinished fish flipper shape, conjuring up an image of a whale jumping over heavy ocean waves, flashing you an almost cartoonish grin. This was quite fun. You looked below it to see a small creature running while holding a triangle of sorts. The stars inside the triangle helped make an illusion that it had holes, therefore concluding to yourself that it was a mouse holding a block of cheese. But what was it running from? You see a tail and claws reaching out to the mouse. You look at it for a bit and realize it was a cat; now the scene made sense. You name that one constellation "tom and jerry".

You let your fingers trace patterns lazily on the sky, connecting the dots just like those activity books you used to practice on when you were younger. One line goes to the left, then down, then you trail it to the right, and you continue on mindlessly.

After you are done, you pause. What did you just draw? You didn't have any image in mind as you were mapping out the shape, so you left it up to your imagination to make up for the lack of sense.

You follow back to the lines, letting your fingers walk the familiar stars to make out the shape. It didn't remind you of an animal nor an object. Perhaps a person?

Star one, star two, star three, sta—

Wait a minute. You feel your cheeks burn.

Did you just trace Donghyuck's moles?

It wasn't like you memorized each of their locations on his face (that was a lie), but you completely failed the point of why you started playing astronomer. Now you're back to square one, wondering how, even in the stars, you see him.

And it was just like the wind carried your thoughts to him because, as soon as you thought of him, your phone rang with his name blaring on the screen.

You picked up the call, giving up on distracting yourself from him. "Hello?"

"I see you over there." You look over to his window just beside your house and you see him clad in pajamas, hair sticking out in different directions, and a boyish grin on his face as he waves at you. You guess that he just woke up.

Before you could give a response, his voice sounds through the phone. "I'm coming over there, wait." Then he hangs up the phone, again, giving you no room to give a proper reply. But that didn't matter as you felt yourself smile. As long as you got to see him you were happy, even if he had rudely hung up on you. The weariness from your lack of sleep was now replaced by this giddiness that has you up and ready to run across the fields. You sigh albeit blissfully; you were definitely in love weren't you?

"Why are you smiling to yourself like a creep?"

You could only glare at him as the smile slipped away from your face.

"I wasn't smiling like a creep," you say defensively, "I was just… "

You stare at him and you feel your chest squeeze just a tiny bit (it wasn't just a tiny bit). You thought butterflies and sparks were just cheesy cliches, and honestly speaking, you never felt them around him. But when you look at him, you are reminded. This was the boy that pulled at your hair in kindergarten, the boy who you got in trouble with for playing out too much, the boy who you always went to when you were feeling down, the boy who, in his own way, shows you how much he cares, and the boy that still shined so brightly in the night.

You didn't see him in the stars; he was the brightest star, and though the moon may be beautiful, you would rather spend the evening basking in his glow.

"You were just?" You hear the questioning lilt in his voice and you snap back to reality.

Coughing into your fist, "I was just… thinking," you (try to) nonchalantly look at anything but him.

"Alright… " You ignore his skeptical gaze.

He suddenly comes closer, settling down on the space beside you, knee slightly grazing yours. He had his arm leaning on his knee as he rested his face on his palm. "What were you thinking?"

Did he have to be so nosy? You were starting to think he already knew what you were thinking, he was a smart boy after all. "Nothing really, and isn't it past your bedtime? Why are you even here?" you tease abruptly, trying to change his focus.

He gasps like the drama queen that he is, "Now you're treating me like a kid! Are you trying to act like my mom or something?" There is a slight pout on his lips when he says that. Not that you were looking at his lips (another lie), but it reminded you of the times he would get sulky at you when you were children.

"No, you just keep acting like a kid." You say almost fondly; your comment didn't hold any meaning and was just said to further tease him. He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes, "Says you."

You gulp a little. Since when did he become hot?

Of course you were lying, the boy in front of you now wasn't the same one you knew all those years ago. You don't know what kind of shattering force that played with you right now, but they make you hyper aware that this boy grew out of his chubby cheeks, his former languid body growing a stronger build, and the top of his head now surpasses yours. Though the younger him was incredibly adorable, you couldn't help but like this a little more. He certainly grew up well, didn't he?

It was silent for a moment, both of you just appreciating the fine evening. With Donghyuck, there was no such thing as awkward stillness. Though there are times he didn't know how to shut up, he surprisingly knew when to let the quiet do the talking. He was more mindful than he let on and you sometimes wonder what exactly is he thinking about.

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere," he juts out of the blue, standing up and looking at you expectantly.

You raise a brow. It wasn't like you didn't trust him—if anything he was more reliable than he seemed, but you wouldn't put it past him to put on mischievous acts at any time.

"And where would you take me?"

"Uhm, to…?" He thinks as well. You were starting to think this was one of his pranks.

"A walk! Let's go for a walk." He grabs you by the arm, hoisting you up to stand. You guess that he sees the skepticism on your face because suddenly he hooks his arm around yours as if to handcuff you to him. "Come on, trust me a little. It's not like I'm gonna throw you off a cliff or something."

"Now that you say that I'm even more suspicious." You laugh when he sarcastically rolls his eyes at you.

Both of you walked in silence, side by side with his arm around yours. It felt nice just being like this. Being with him felt nice. You felt a high around him you couldn't quite explain; it was almost like a trance. You were bound to his painting, now linked to him in a way where he became ubiquitous. Your eyes will remind you of him, your mouth will speak of things that remind you of him, and your feet will remember wherever his own falls. And just like now, you follow his footsteps as he leads you into a dream.

He was beautiful, wasn't he? The sight around you may be riveting, others around you may find people much more attractive, but all of that didn’t matter because they weren’t Donghyuck. No matter how many times you repeat that, it would never dull how captivated you were by his light.

Before you know it, he stops. He turns to you as he removes your linked arms to cover your eyes with his hands. You let him do what he wants, not putting up a fight even when your sight becomes dark. "We're close, don't peek!" You hum fondly, wondering where he is taking you.

You feel grass tickle the skin of your leg, the land beneath you now softer as you hear a fence being opened. He still covers your eyes as he guides you inside to wherever he was leading you to.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, we’re almost there.”

He suddenly brings you to a slight uphill, gently and carefully guiding you as he brings one hand to the small of your back while the other still covers both of your eyes. You were used to his touchiness, but for some reason, this particular one made you feel flustered.

With a few steps further, the both of you stop. His hands leave your eyes and your sight is greeted by a familiar field. Memories of both of you being chased by Mrs. Park crosses your mind and you shiver. You should have never trusted Donghyuck.

"Hyuck, we're not allowed here!"

“Says who?” You almost had to will yourself not to immediately start running back home like a coward, but you also think it was best to simply just leave your pride and stay away from trouble.

Mrs. Park was a scary woman, most doing their best to never anger her. But the problem was she was always angry no matter if it was her birthday or the happiest day of her life. Even in your almost adult self, you still felt as terrified as you were when you were a kid.

You deadpan at him. “Remember when we last came here?" You could almost hear her shrill screams out in the distance.

“Your point is?” You facepalm, sometimes it was a curse when you couldn’t put up a fight with him.

Despite your senses telling you to turn back, you stay knowing that you would much rather spend time with Donghyuck than spend your time staring up at your bedroom's ceiling with only thoughts of him.

“Hey look, it's still here,” he goes to a tree, looking at it with almost glazed over eyes. When you looked over the tree he was staring at, you immediately knew what he was talking about. You went beside him, also looking at the carvings on the tree, chuckling when you see both of your old handwriting.

"May this tree serve to protect us from the evil that lurks within this field" and a stickman depiction of Mrs. Park with devil horns beside it was carved messily on the bark of the tree. You reminisce the moment you both wrote it.

Both of you were six then, playing around like you usually do when you hear an almost glass-shattering cry. Mrs. Park was livid, screeching around almost like a ghost from those horror games Donghyuck used to play. "We should make a protection barrier!" he said, and that's how both of you ended up hiding behind the tree, hoping that it would protect you from the monster that was Mrs. Park.

“I can’t believe she hasn't found it yet.”

He laughs, “If she saw this she would probably scream so loud that her big shiny earrings would crack.”

He suddenly lowers to the ground, lazily leaning against the tree. “We haven’t been here in a while, a certain wuss was too scared of big bad Mrs. Park to come back,” he gives you a look.

"Yeah, and a certain person cried to his mommy when Mrs. Park caught him."

He scoffs, "I wonder who that is," knowing full well that it was him you were talking about.

He gazes up to the moon. You didn't know if he knew you were staring so intently at him. If only he could see himself the way you did, he would know how you feel. You wouldn't want to look at anything other than him.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You look good."

"I always look good."

At that, you wholly agree, shamelessly. Even when you are caught, you don't let up.

He looks at you with an almost smug face. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“You were bound to fall in love with me someday,” he says, probably teasingly, but you weren’t in the proper mind to figure that out.

"Yeah… "

"Yeah?"

"I guess I am in love with you."

Now, he wasn't expecting that. He gawks at your seriousness, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay, don’t tell me you're starting to lose yourself there?” he shakes you profusely.

You stop the shaking hands that were starting to make you feel dizzy. “No, I am perfectly fine," you say, a little annoyed that he ruined your moment.

You see Donghyuck staring at nothing, but he had a big smile on his face and his cheeks were a little red. And at that, maybe you felt a little bit of hope.

It was silent for a bit, both of you trying to avoid each other's gazes. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn't have said anything. But this was Donghyuck, after all your years together, he wouldn't let just these feelings break that friendship and everything you built together.

“I like you too, I guess.”

You laugh.

He covers his face with his hands. “Why are you laughing!”

And you continue to laugh, not at him, but more so because you were happy.

He hid his face on your shoulder and you felt his shoulders shaking as he joined your laugh. Both of you were idiots.

“Can we kiss?” He looks up at you from your shoulder, starry eyed.

Now you were starting to feel the flush grow hotter, but you still nodded nonetheless. He made you feel so heady, both of you slipping away to a special place only both of you know.

You feel goosebumps on your skin as you feel his hand graze yours, also feeling how he slightly trembles when you both lean into each other. It was dizzying, almost drunk. You just wanted to feel him close, never wanting to stray far away from his light.

It was taking too long, both of you were taking too long. You press into him, surging your lips forward and all seemed to be right.

It was soft; the grass below your hand, his cheek that you were cradling with your other, and his lips that fit perfectly with yours. At first, it was just a fleeting kiss, lovingly giving him a peck. But when you see the fond look in his eyes, you couldn't stop from giving him more.

He was sweet, you feel his hand land on your waist as he rubbed small circles with his thumb. Again there were no sparks, but with Donghyuck you didn’t have to act unfamiliar. Both of you moved in rhythm, simply just being in the moment as both of you enjoyed the sweet caresses of each other’s lips.

Time didn’t exist and both of you continued for as long as you liked. You don't know how, but you ended up on his lap, still kissing as if both of you couldn’t get enough.

You smiled when the kiss broke. His eyes were closed, leaning his forehead on yours, also bearing a smile on his face. "We should've done this sooner."

"Let's make up for lost time then," you say as he sighs into another kiss.

When you parted, he looked marvelous. His hair was messed up, clothes wrinkled, and his lips swollen as he looked up at you with soft eyes. You cursed in your mind, he was so pretty.

He leans his head into your chest as he hugs you. “We should get you home, you know,” he says, but he doesn’t let you go.

“Okay, let’s go then,” you say, knowing that he didn't mean it.

“One last.” And both of you stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening.

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