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[astranva]

Instagram Live

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

Summary: Harry joins his girlfriend’s Instagram live.

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There were a lot of labels that people never seemed to like.

There were relationship labels that people fought over, sexuality labels that every media outlet liked to plaster, and scandalous labels that could break a royal’s reputation.

However, your label as Harry’s girlfriend was one that you actually seemed to enjoy.

Harry’s normal girlfriend.

Sure, you were called “Harry Styles’ girlfriend” more times than you were called by your own name ever since you became public three years ago, but if there was anything you felt like you had bragging rights about, it would be that you managed to form a connection with his fans for being yourself, and especially on TikTok.

It came as a surprise to many and most when people caught up to the woman Harry seemed so infatuated with that he was grinning some more, directing sappy lyrics to on stage, and going shopping with at places that weren’t Gucci. You were relatable.

Your TikToks were international treasure, especially ones where you pranked Harry or participated in couple challenges with, so it was no surprise that even your Instagram harbored some following who were instantly excited and urgent to join once they had got the notification.

yourinstagram started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

Clad in a black Pleasing crewneck, hair up in a microfiber towel, your legs were pushed up slightly against your chest as you painted your nails, peaking to see you already had 14,374 viewers.

“Helloooo,” you dragged, smiling once you saw the excited comments coming through.

user1: OMG HEY BESTIE

user2: PLEASING

user3: NO WAY YOU’RE LIVE

user4: hey, y/n! how are you doing?

“I’m doing okay,” you answered, sighing a little, “Just taking a quick break from studying and thought we could have a chat.”

user5: you’re still studying?

user6: OMG SAY HI ANGELA PLS

user7: @/user she’s getting a master’s degree where have u been

user8: do you miss harry?

“Hi Angela,” you smiled, “Yeah, I’m getting my master’s degree. Guys, I literally forgot how awful exams and assignments were because I graduated like, four years ago, so I don’t miss it,” you said, “Do I miss Harry? No, of course not. I don’t know who that is.”

user9: STOP DID THEY BREAK UP?

user10: I hope you’re joking

user11: NOT YALL BELIEVING HER ALKJWKJFH

You chuckled, “Some of you are new here, huh?”

user9: Y/N HARRY IS WATCHING

user12: HARRY

user8: HARRY IS WATCHING WEIFWEFH

harrystyles: Boo. You miss me.

user13: NO FUCKING WAYYYYY

You laughed, “You’re going to break them.”

user2: I CAN’T BREATHE

harrystyles: Oops.

harrystyles: Have you eaten?

user14: PLSSSS I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SEEING THIS

“Yeah, I-Oh my God, H, I made one the best salads ever. It had chicken, like grilled chicken, and I had bell peppers, corn, lettuce, cherry tomatoes, red beans, onions,” you counted on your fingers, “Then I made this creamy avocado dressing. It was so fucking good.”

user4: share the recipe bestie

harrystyles: Yum. Can’t wait to try it when I see you.

harrystyles: Breakfast?

“Yeah, I had breakfast, too,” you nodded, “Butter toasts and those olives we got from Italy,” you said, “What about you? Are you eating well?”

user5: I can’t believe we’re witnessing this

user15: it’s like they’re on the phone together

user16: I want to sit on a highway

harrystyles: We had tacos! 🌮

You gasped jokingly, “Did you actually eat tacos because I was telling you about how much I’ve been craving them yesterday?”

paulithepsm: Y/NNNNNNN

user7: PAULI IS HERE

harrystyles: Yes. Hehe.

“Pauli!” You grinned, “I missed you too much!” You were beaming before pointing a finger at the screen, “Same doesn’t go for you though, H. I can’t believe you ate tacos without me.”

harrystyles: PAULI

user8: KEHFKWJE CRYING

paulithepsm: HARRY

paulithepsm: I miss my best friend 😭😭

user18: PLS

harrystyles: I’m sorry. I’ll make you tacos when you get here. Promise.

harrystyles: Show me your nails.

You showed your freshly painted nails to the screen, “Some Citrico Vibrante Cremoso greens,” you showed them off, “Buy Pleasing,” you teased, “Or find more affordable dupes, babes.”

user6: PLSSSS SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT

harrystyles: I’ll match with you.

“You can wait until I come. I’ll paint them for you,” you said.

harrystyles: OKAY ❤

user3: HE’S SO CUTE

user10: THE EMOJIS HE'S SO REAL

jeffazoff: Come get your man. He’s a pain.

You laughed, “Aw come on, Jeff. He’s not too bad. You just need to cuddle him and feed him.”

harrystyles: Agreed.

harrystyles: Jeff, don’t cuddle me.

user19: KEUDUEWFKHJ PLS

jeffazoff: I wasn’t planning on it 🙄 I’m waiting for Y/N to come and do that

“I leave you for two weeks and now you’re about to kill each other,” you sighed, “Hey, before I forget, can you tell Lamby that I’ve been trying to send him my final thoughts about the outfit but it won’t get to him for some reason?”

harry_lambert: My phone’s been acting up, babe. Send it on email! 🖤

user20: I just want to be her

harrystyles: I love your outfit.

“Okay, Lamby, will do,” you said before giggling, standing up and backing away a little to show the Pleasing crewneck and the baggy green sweatpants you were wearing, “Oh yeah? What do you think?” You put a hand to your hip before pretending to flick back your hair, “My boyfriend got me that sweatshirt,” you pointed at it, “And these are his sweatpants,” you pointed again, “Hair by me, nails by me but using my boyfriend’s nail polish,” you said, wiggling your fingers before approaching your phone again, “He’s kind of a big deal.”

user6: PLSS WHY IS THIS SO CUTE

user7: she’s so cute

harrystyles: He’s so fucking lucky.

You giggled, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Harry Styles just cursed on live,” you whispered.

user18: LMFAOOOOO

user21: “he’s so fucking lucky” I DIED BYE

jeffazoff: Scandalous

harrystyles: OH FUCK

harrystyles: 😎

You laughed, “This is some content your fans will absolutely go feral over,” you said, “I need to go now.”

harrystyles: Call me?

user20: I’m not okay

You nodded, “I’ll call you right after I end that thing. Bye, guys! Talk to you later!”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff blurb

[bahrtofane]

Dialogue 9 and trope 14 Jude plssss!! btw congrats on 300 followers 🫶🏽☺️

Thank you sm !! hope you enjoyyyyy <333

Word count - 347

Watch it - fluff so much fluff 

Jude but he can not for the life of him get out of bed. His alarms have all gone off and he's still glued to your side, hogging the blankets and smashing his face against you. 

He's very comfy thank you very much. 

He doesn't have anything he has  to be at. Just a meeting, which in hindsight he definitely should already be up for but he just can't bring himself to. Not when you sleep so soundly next to him. He loves you. So so much. 

Jude knows he should probably move, should probably start his day, but the warmth of your body next to his, the gentle rhythm of your breathing, it's all too perfect to disturb. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, you smell like his body wash. 

It brings a smile to his face. You always make him get your back in the shower and he's started to use his own body wash on you too.

You laughed, “Now I smell like you.”

Boy do you.

In this moment, nothing else matters. Not the meeting, not the pressing tasks awaiting him. He doesn't feel like Jude Bellingham, he just feels like, well, yours. 

Another alarm goes off and he groans, tossing the covers off and heading over to the little bedside table at the other side of your shared bed. Aggressively slamming his fingers down on his screen so hard he thinks it might break for a second. But it doesn't. 

You begin to stir, grumbling and feeling for the covers with your eyes still closed. 

He coos, bringing the covers back and wrapping you in them tightly. “Good morning m’love.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, resting his arm next to you. 

“Moring,” you rasp out, head drooping to his arm. 

“I gotta get going in a sec baby.” 

You groan, “stay, please?”

How can he say no?

#jude bellingham #jude x reader #bahr footy #jude x you #jude bellingham x reader #bahr anon #bahr replies #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fanfic #jb5 #jb5 blurb #jude bellingham x y/n

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 6 !!!

Y'all it's getting super close omg we're in feb now 🙃 lets goooo

Bad Batch 1x02

Tech piloting +10 points

I'll never get tired of Wrecker and Omega napping together 🥺

Echo and Hunter mom and dad 💕

our lil bby Omega stepping into the sun !!! soaking up the fresh air and playing in the dirt !!! I am going to sob 😭😭😭

"That would be dirt" ~ Tech 🤣

Tech: "we're all deserters now" Echo: 😮

Hunter stopping Omega from walking into the booby trap

vs Wrecker 2 seconds later...

SUU MY QUEEN 👑💕

Wrecker is eating a meiloorun 👀 watch out buddy Hera's coming for u

Hello yes who do I talk to about getting a Cut Suu & the batch history/flashback/how they met story time anything pretty please

Rex mention 👀

Tech 🤝 Omega casually dropping the biggest plot points like it's nbd

Omega meeting other kids that don't share her dna 🥲

"Uncle Wrecker!" I am totally normal about this

HER CHECKING BACK WITH HUNTER FOR PERMISSION 😭

ok but are we just gonna ignore the fact that Shaeeah looks completely different to tcw ??

Cut knows what's up with the Kaminoans 👀

Cut also knows what's up putting Hunter in his civvie clothes don't come @ me

Rampart 🤢

"Omega went out past the fence!" *bad batch enters dad batch mode* 🏃‍♂️💨

Cut is the daddest of the batch tho 🥺 he's parenting all of them

THEIR FACES WATCHING CUT WITH OMEGA I CANT 😭

For some reason Hunter is the same height as Wrecker in this scene ??? lmao

Omega taking her lil charm out of her hair 🥲

"Almost forgot how good of a shot you are" ~ Hunter @ Suu !! okay backstory PLEASE

Echo complaing about the imperial chaincode database vs Tech "it's ingenious" lmaooo

Hunter has the braincell rn

bro Hunter is literally growling at Tech for putting Omega in danger 👀 are we ready for his completely unhinged s3 arc??

Tech, Echo: 😳😬 Omega: 👋😁

Echo peeking from the roof !!

Tech's flip !!!

Tech catching Omega !!!!!!!

Echo mom put Omega in time out 😞

Echo's scomp skills have grown sm 🥲

the way he balances the chain codes on his scomp hand 🥺

Y'ALL I FORGOT! I'm also doing a 'Wrecker hits his head count' for the first part of s1 and a different count for s2 later 👀 but we'll get to that hehe I hate it! anyway!!

Wrecker hits his head count: 2

(he bonked it on a pole this ep go watch)

Cut and Hunter wearing the same clothes is giving when ur mum dresses you and your siblings in matching outfits

Tech: "we can't get caught with these chain codes" 🤔 Echo: "we can't get caught at all" 💀 being mom is hard

HUNTER GIVING ORDERS WITHOUT WORDS AGAIN bfkwbxhabckw my fav

Tech to the rescueeee

If I had a dollar for every time Omega was in danger bc of a random imperial droid but is saved at the last second by Wrecker smashing it, I'd have 2 dollars... which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

Omega's hand is so tiny in Wrecker's 😭🤲

Cut and Wrecker are wearing matching hats 💕

"but I want to stay with you" thanks I didn't need my heart anyway 💔

Suu owns my heart fr

"It responded to that" ~ Wrecker 💀

OMEGA SWEETHEART 😭😭😭 someone needs to hug her so bad she's just a baby can ppl stop upsetting her!! This is ep 2 plssss

Where is the Lawquane family? Are they safe? Are they alright?

Thanks y'all for joining again <3 I'm gonna have to keep it up bc feb is already going so fast?

Anywayyy ilysm 💕

#louk’s bad batch rewatch #star wars #the bad batch #tech bad batch #hunter bad batch #bad batch tech #bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #bad batch echo #echo bad batch #echo tbb #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #the bad batch tech #wrecker tbb #tbb wrecker #wrecker bad batch #omega tbb #omega bad batch #tbb omega #bad batch omega #cut lawquane #suu lawquane #shaeeah lawquane #jek lawquane #bad batch #star wars the bad batch

[call-sign-shark]

I’m listening to Ultraviolence by Lana Del Ray and I can’t shake the feeling of a fic with Arthur based off this song. I feel like it fits him so well! I can just imagine a toxic relationship between him and the reader where he hits her or harms her in some way (intentional or not) but she keeps going back to him

“He hit me and it felt like a kiss..”

Plssss lmao the way this works so well

No need to do anything with it, just wanted to share because I know you’re a slut for Arthur like I am

“Because I know you’re a slut for Arthur” SIS YOU’RE SO RIIIIIGHT. HE’S MY SOFT KITTEN. 😩

Ultraviolence || Dark!Arthur Shelby x Reader

TW: angst ++, abusive husband, toxic relationship, depiction of domestic violence, alcoholism, if you think this trope have a good ending you should not read it, no proof reading: this is raw, unedited and prolly super badly written??

Words: 1k

Each inch gained by the clock’s needle, your heart raced more as if it feared to be pierced by its the sharp steel. Nibbling on your fingers’ skin compulsively, you sat on the large luggage you prepared one hour ago because you knew that when Arthur came home after midnight, he was not the man you fell in love with anymore. His gruff voice, usually lavishing you with the sweetest pet names he could find, would call you deadly nightshade — because when you looked at him with fear and fury in your oh-so- beautiful but teary eyes, it felt like a caustic poison was running through his veins, burning him from within and dissolving his sanity.

The door opened, your soul wept.

“Oi Y/N, where the fook are ye?” The gravel in his tone, who used to make you shiver with desire, sent shivers of fright down your spine. You took a deep breath, struggling to keep composure: this night would be the last you suffered from his violent love. After months of hesitating, coming back to him almost crawling, you decided that this nightmare had to stop. Somehow, you knew you had to flee from his claws before you ended up dead and cold — either by suicide or by his hands.

He stumbled in the living room, an empty bottom of whisky hanging from his hand. His steel blue eyes, half closed due to the amount of alcool he drank and cocaine he snorted, were looking for you, “Bloody hell Y/N, a good wife always welcome her husband when he comes back home. So be a good fookin’ woman and come greet your ol’ Arthur with the warmth he fucking deserve.” He grunted, before his frightening gaze fell on you.

He looked at you, and you could hear the sirens howling in the back of your head.

“What the hell?” He whispered at the sight of your packed stuff, slowly understanding your intentions, “Are you fucking serious?”

“I can’t do this anymore Arthur,” words left your mouth, falling from your quivering lips, “This is going to kill me… I’m sorry.”

“You wanna leave me?” He asked, bewildered. The sound of the bottle shattering on the wooden floor echoed in the living room, answering to the screams of his own heart breaking. You hated yourself at the idea of hurting him but you could not do it anymore, loving him was really hard. At first your thought it would be enough to save him, to heal his soul and mind, but love was not enough— your love was never enough.

“I’m sorry.” You got up and grabbed your luggage, before making your way to the door. Yet, Arthur firmly grabbed your wrist as you passed by, his grip so sharp it bruised your skin almost instantly.

“You’re not going anywhere, love.”

“Let me go. Please Arthur, if you love me you have to let me go.”

“I said you’re not. Going. Any-fookin-where.” He retorted, his hoarse voice growling with more hatred as anger boiled within him.

“Let me go you fucking bastard!” You bursted out, panic overwhelming your aching soul as you felt his nails digging into your skin.

The horrific sound of the blow that followed made the skies shook with sorrow. Pain stung your cheek, its burning sensation spreading on all the left side of your face. You let out a woeful whimper, tears flowing from your eyes almost instantly. He hit you, and it felt like a kiss, because it was his way of loving you when he was drunk.

“YOU AIN’T LEAVING ME, YOU POISON. I’M ARTHUR FUCKING SHELBY RIGHT?” He barked.

His hand grabbed you a second time — but it was not to make you dance anymore, like he used to do when you were kids.

Pain rain down on you,

With his ultraviolence

Ultraviolence.

“I’m … Im so sorry…” Arthur kept saying over and over again, his hands on both side of his head as he pulled his own hair, devastated with the view of crimson stains on your face.

Panicking, he then grabbed your chin and almost suffocated you with his lips, assaulting your bleeding mouth with desperate kisses, “I’m so sorry Y/N, it won’t happen again. I just don’t know what crossed my mind, it wasn’t me… it was the fucking whisky! The bloody snow! I won’t do it again, I swear doll I will never hurt you anymore… I— I love you… God I love you so much I’ll die without you.”

His blue eyes overflowed with tears of gold, like lemonade.

“Arthur… I —“ Words choked in your throat as you saw him cry. The monster had left, leaving him sobbing like a beaten child. He raised your gaze toward yours when you called him, and you knew he was your gentle Arthur again.

But you could not forgive him again and again.

Could you?

He would be the death of you.

“Please, I’ll do anything for you. Please, Y/N.”

The cacophony of your mind almost made you wince, for your thoughts crashed against your skull in a messy bacchanalia. Run away, you had to run away… so why did your body remained petrified? Why did you gently stroke his hair, looking at him, desperately in love?

It was stronger than you, stronger than reason, you hated to see him cry. You despised the way he was hating himself, genuinely guilty.

But you had to go.

To go.

But you stayed.

Don’t beg, stop telling me you love me. Please.

Please I can’t. It’s never enough.

Give me all of that ultraviolence.

“I love you too, Arthur. I love you forever.” Your voice was merely a whisper as warm blood ran from your nostrils, tainting your lips and dying on your chin. Your fingers gently grazed his neck as you knew he loved — all you wanted was to stop his pain. To see him smile with that stupid, irresistible grin that made you fall for him.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” His lips laid a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of his tongue tasting the blood. His voice was filled with sincere love, “I’ll change. I swear to God I’ll change for you,” Somehow he really believed in what he said, but the truth was he would never change… And you knew it.

“You won’t lose me — maybe you could — help me putting my stuff back where they belong?” You stuttered, your whole body about to collapse in his arms for it just wanted to feel his touch.

“Of course I’ll do.”

Arthur smiled.

You did too.

But Angels cried,

for they knew that he hurt you and it felt like true love.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me honey, know that you can make yourself at home in my ask box, especially when it’s about babyboy Arthur.

I love this Lana’s song so much, and I completely understand the vibes you felt. It would suit so well in a Dark!Arthur fic — in fact I loved it so much I could not help but write a little something for ya! Even though I do feel in-character Arthur would be far too terrified to hurt Reader and would not physically harm . Maybe being rougher, bruising her with his grip without doing it on purpose. But he would not hit her (cf: office scene with Linda in S5). Yet — I decided to go dark with this one because, as you said, “he hit me and it felt like a kiss” is just perfect for this sad trope.

#arthur shelby #arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinder x reader #Tommy Shelby #John Shelby #Michael gray #Alfie Solomon’s #Arthur Shelby angst #peaky blinder imagine #Peaky blinder angst #request

[softhairedhotch]

no, thank YOUUUU <3333 and it's okay HEHE remember to take it easy!!! 🫶 i can tell u for sure i will be here ready to absorb and consume n love anything that u create <3333 ive already read ur new fic Too Many Times . it struck sooo many chords like . I WOULD REALLY DO ALL THAT 😭😭 n ya fr there's too many good ideas out there to explore n there's only so much you can do at One moment. i personally have this long standing problem of starting sooo many things that i cannot finish bc i'm a master procastinator... so the only way i function is with looming deadlines ☠️ wish i was getting paid to just sit down n think about aaron bc man... i'd be a millionaire by now 🗿

TEHEEHHEE OMGGG PLEASEEE PHONE SEX . another big weakness of mine . idk how many times ive said smth is my weakness BUT like there's just some tropes that NEVER GETS OLD ... also sometimes i focus so much on aaron n how he makes you feel that i don't think about how HE would be so affected by everything about you GOSSHHHHHH please . like you're captivated by him but he's literally also soooo smitten and down bad for you to that he has to fight his urges to just give into anything that u want 😭😭 but unfortunately he can't always magically teleport to wherever you are so he just talks you through it and gives you such clear instructions BRRRR IMAGINE IF HE USES HIS WORK VOICE BC HE WANTS YOU TO LISTEN TO HIM EXACTLY STEP BY STEP . like my god i can't believe how i can giggle n kick my feet whenever cm has a scene of aaron giving instructions n delegating work to the team... like it's just so hot . n when he shows off his intelligence WOWOWWEEWW major turn on . n wooooof.

AND??!?$$;&; him sending pictures of himself 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ also i love the idea of aaron being away from u but being soo pent up that he takes the initiative to surprise you with a special video of him jerking off or using a toy <333 and u BET he knows to send it with sound so you can hear all the sounds he's making <333 bc what is nut videos without SOUND 😤😤😤

omg.. i luv daddy kinks BRRRR n sometimes it just especially HITS SO HARD . like omfg got me actively looking for those daddy asmr porn audios 😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫 sometimes it takes awhile to find a good one but when i strike gold... Wow . GODDD i know aaron would say such filthy things that are downright insulting n degrading... BUT HE DOES IT IN THE SOFT AFFECTIONATE VOICE sparkled with some praises... AGRGRHRHHH .

omg REALLLL he's SOOO the type to make you say what you want directly in words. he isn't going to budge if you're just whining n hoping he'd take the hint bc he himself also loves to hear such filthy things come out of your mouth <3333 "you know daddy really loves to give you whatever you want... but not if you don't use your words. come on, does your pretty little mouth only function as daddy's cocksleeve?" HARGRHRHEHEJE i am Dead . n STOPPPP ENCOURAGING MEEEE ure gna make the can of worms EXPLODE ABOUT ALL THE FILTHY THOUGHTS ABT AARON'S CUM PLSSSS (not actually complaining ! i am Egged)

also omg... TEEHEE... i will tell u more abt my lovely male oc soon!!!! omfg im SO EXCITED . bc i literally have never talked about it to anyone even though i've thought abt it in such detail LMFAOOOO its just hard out there to find someone who shares the same brain ... damn 😭 i'm really glad i happened to stumble across ur page n decided to send an ask <333 bc i rly enjoy talking to u too!!!!! <3

-🤲

you're so sweet bless <3 hehe i'm glad you liked my new fic!! and YEAH I GETCHA omg that used to be me, like i couldn't do stuff without deadlines, AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN DO THINGS WITH DEADLINES LMAO. sometimes i can, but if i set it myself then you best believe it ain't getting done. i procrastinate sooooo much it's painful. like i could sit here and write for most of the day because rn i currently do NOTHING ELSE in my life (rip, i'm working on it lol) but do i??? no!! i mean that's just a lot of effort innit lol, writing constantly sounds exhausting even tho it's all i wanna do

phone sex my beloved <3 and awwww yeahhh he'd be sooo so so in love with you and he'd wanna do anything and everything you ask :') but GOD YEAH him using his work voice?? all stern and professional and demanding?? goddd i need that so bad. and YESSS when he shows of his intelligence it's soooo hot, like that one scene where he does the maths and penelope goes "is this reid?" and he goes "what, you impressed?" YES I AM BABE I LOVE YOU SM

i loooooove the idea of his sending pics <333 that's why i love looking at nsfw stuff sm bc sometimes i strike GOLDDDDD and its like the most aaron pic ever and it makes me lose my mind. once i found one that was so him i fully forgot to breathe and was blushing like mad (this one i think!). it was... a lot LMFAO. but god god GOD him sending a video of him jerking off when on a case??? i need that soooo so so much. and yes FR there needs to be sound in nut videos. once was sent one from a guy WITHOUT SOUND like babe? dude? what are you doing? where's the fun in that? i mean it was hot don't get me wrong but i was like "buddy wheres the sound at 🤨" LMAOOO

YESS I KNEW YOU WOULD BE INTO DADDY KINKS LMFAOOOO. and omg real, they're sometimes so good and for what. or any video of someone with daddy vibes,, godddddd sometimes it just HITS FR. YESS HIS VOICE WOULD BE SO SWEET AND GENLTE AND LOVING BUT ALSO DOMINATING AND THE STUFF THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS SOOOO FILTHY N HOT

yessssssss he'd looove to hear you say what you need. "come on, little one, let daddy know what you want, hm? i need to hear you say how much you want my cock" and "you want me to ride you, sweetheart? want daddy to ride you until you can't cum anymore? hm? let me hear you say those words, baby, i need to hear you say it."

and yayyy i'm so excited to hear about your oc!! i can't WAIT it's gonna be soooo good i just kNOW IT. i'm also really glad you stumbled across my page too <33 thanks for sending me all these asks!!!!

#🤲 anon #casks #casper's anons #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader

[vacantgodling]

LOQUACIOUS IS SUCH A GOOD WORD I WANNA SEE THAT ONE PLSSSS

AHHHH YEAH!!

so loquacious is an exploratory piece that i wrote in the hell year (2020) when i was just beginning to think i should shift vdtrt into what it is now. it wasn’t even CLOSE to where it is today BUT i was definitely thinking about softening gabe up—gabe actually used to be much angrier and gruffer in earlier versions of his character but after awhile it just didn’t feel right. so this piece is from his perspective and it’s talking about how darren is, well, loquacious (or very talkative lol) but with a caveat: he only seems talkative around him.

in some ways this is still somewhat canon. darren is a person who prefers to kickback and let others lead social interactions but around people he’s close with (like olice and like, now, gabe) he tends to talk a Lot because he feels comfortable to. actually in a lot of ways darren mirrors Me personally because i’m p chill but if i know you well i will absolutely talk your ear off, my partner can attest to this.

i never finished it tho, but i can show you what i wrote! so without further ado (also don’t mind some of the more specific details; some info is Wrong or has been retconned)

It always struck Gabe— how absolutely, incessantly, unmitigatedly talkative Darren was. Or at least, how talkative he was with him. Gabe was never much someone for breaking the silence unless he absolutely had to, but there was something about his boyfriend that loosened his tongue and eased off his usually closed shell.

When they lay together, limbs curled around one another like two overgrown cats and Gabe looked into his dark eyes and wound his fingers through his coarse hair; it occurred to him often that he’d just tune out whatever nonsense Darren was saying. About the weather, about the time, the timing of the weather and the reason for it; about the class that they shared that they both hated, or the classes they didn’t and he was curious about. He could seemingly ramble on and on about nothing, and Gabe would let him, interjecting in his chatter to murmur his opinion or hum in understanding every now and again. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend— sometimes he tuned the bloodsucker out but he was always listening.

The only reason it occurred to him at all that Darren was so talkative, was that, unless they were alone, he was oddly quiet. Rather than not having anything to say, he just took the back seat and listened.

Granted, the two of them did have very outspoken friends. Their respective best friends in particular (Michaelis for him and Marco for Darren) were two of the most opinionated, talkative people that Gabe knew— and he knew his father. Still, instead of joining in on their chatter, Darren was content to ‘kick his feet back’ and ‘enjoy the view.’

He listened when others talked and listened well, and it wasn’t as though their friends didn’t encourage him to talk— the opposite— they always hounded him to speak up more but he’d laugh it off and say “Well you all already know what I’m going to say!”

They didn’t. Not by a long shot.

Because Darren talked about everything and nothing. About small details people wouldn’t expect he’d notice, about deep philosophies that Gabe wasn’t even aware that he’d known. About inconsequential things about why does pasta taste like that (with his nose wrinkling) […]

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the end tapers off into an unfinished sentence unfortunately lol. but the main bit of retconned info is michaelis existing bc he doesn’t anymore he kinda got absorbed into estel lol. also the classes bit bc it’s more focused on the roadtrip than the school like the old wip used to be. but i do still like this piece! it’s more recent so the style is much better than my older works LOL

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 5 / 25. PART 6 LINK.

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areum shares a whole staring contest in her own reflection of the small mirror, checking the areas of makeup, hair and even the clothes. mark, her assistant eyes the beautiful woman in front in confusion. she wore pretty makeup today— something she usually doesn’t wear to work, anyways, hair was let down into straight waves. mark was even more surprised by the clothes she wore for work;

a black skirt, brown short crop blouse and comfortable boots. this whole thing screamed to ‘i have a date right after work’ type vibe to mark and boy was he curious and up in areum’s business.

“do you have some date going on after work?” mark asked, areum’s eyes widening before leaving the mirror reflection, putting the small makeup mirror down by closing it shut. the woman in front nervously smiling, “is it obvious?” areum tells.

“a little,” mark chuckles. “are you nervous? you look nervous somehow.” the boy truthfully told, and she was nervous. areum wasn’t sure how to react honestly, but all she is feeling is tiny butterflies fluttering by the sudden idea of seeing jeno after work. “I’ll be honest. i am very nervous.” areum said.

“is it your first date or something?” areum glances down embarrassed— she hasn’t even thought about it; but it really is her first date ever. she coughs, “my lawyer said i shouldn’t answer that question.” mark gently laughs, “hey! it’s okay, if you want tips just ask me.”

“you have tips?” areum exclaims. “tell me what to do, i really want this to go well.”

“just be yourself, areum.” mark rubs the back of his head knowing it will sound awfully cliché. “it really is the best tip, be honest. keep talking honestly, and i suggest going to get ice cream down the road from the workplace here. it has the best ice creams you’ll ever get.” mark beams forward.

areum does like the sound of the ice cream. “thanks mark,” she smiles with gratefulness. “i’ll get going now then, you can leave anytime, mark.” she grins. making mark leave twenty minutes early is a present bonus for his calming positive words. areum standing up as she’d get up and leave the office.

the black car invading areum’s eyes the moment jeno was standing in front. wearing an all black outfit with a turtle neck that perfectly sat on the broad shoulders, belt on the jeans with his hair lightly swept to the side, areum swore he looks good in anything— but if she were to be honest, she loves it when he is in all black. it somehow sets on the complexion of his skin and body so well.

jeno smiling at the sight of areum’s clothes— equally as beautiful but he wasn’t expecting her to look better than he ever imagined. she exceeds his expectations as per usual.

“wooeww,” areum let’s out in sudden manner, she couldn’t contain her words at all. standing in front of the taller, she lightly bit the inner cheek. she was the one checking him out intensely now. jeno grins ear to ear at the sight, approaching forward. “wow, what?” he replies back smartly.

“i mean-” areum blinking out of gaze, looking at the car. “I mean wow look at the time, let’s go!” she fronts, opening the car door, sitting inside it then shutting it close. jeno smirks, ‘she’s so stubborn,’ he’d think, although it was so obvious she was just shocked by how ethereal he looks.

jeno stepping in the car, he’d start to slowly drive out of the parking space, the car mrauvering straight. areum looking outside the window, she trails. “so where are you taking me?” jeno hums in a singing tone, “a secret.” he teasingly told.

areum pursing lips in a round pouting huff, she turns to look at the man driving out with his pretty veiny soft hands. “tell me what it is I’m so curious it’s killing me now.” he gave areum a short glance before turning back to the road. “it won’t be a secret anymore then, be patient areum-ah.” he said.

jeno opening the door for areum, helping the woman out softly before closing the car door; the woman was first to glance towards the night festival. euphonious squeal rolling off the lips once the doe-like bambi eyes were haunting the entrance. seeing upon the positive expression, jeno mimicking the happiness on his face once he saw that areum was indeed, excited and happy looking forward to this.

“oh my god, let’s go let’s go!” areum skips along the ground, jeno ghostly smiling. “wait for me, you’re going to get lost.” jeno tells as the woman was basically rushing in without him almost.

together the first place they had arrived at was a competition. areum grins grabbing a hold of the nerf plastic gun, jeno watching the girl in front become confident. “which prize do you want to win, areum?”

areum turning around looking at the variety of prizes, however only one caught her outmost desires.

“the brown dog plushie right there.” areum points forward, she leans down bending forth with the nerf pointing at the ducks that were moving motions. the goal was to shoot five down as their speeds casually increase, if you do that, you simply win a prize of your choice.

areum was staying focused as her eyes were shut close halfway, trying to shoot at perfect direction. as she pressed, firing the soft rampaging bullets forward, she had missed. the cashier person shaking head, “sorry miss, maybe luck next time, you only get once chance, unless you pay again for another.”

jeno saw the disappointing face on the woman, blowing air out, “ugh this is much harder than I anticipated.” areum ponders.

the man lightly pulls forward money to the cashier, humming. “that’s fine, i’ll pay for another try.” jeno turns to areum’s surprised eyes. “i’ll help you, let’s try again.” the way jeno slowly encouraged. areum nods in a short smile, bending down a little.

jeno came from behind as their hands interlocked by the festival nerf gun, aiming towards as jeno correctly moves areum’s hands in the correct position. the way their body were so close was not on areum’s mind, but she felt every inch of his body resting on top. their heads close, his lips right above the sensitive earlobe as jeno’s warm breathe hit.

when jeno saw the ducks lined up in position, areum felt the signal to shoot. all five ducks quickly falling at once, as jeno slowly pulls away with areum cheering with multiple soft jumps upwards.

“wooo!! that dog plushie is mine sir, you seen this.” areum shot and the cashier nervously laughs, he wasn’t expecting such tension to rise when jeno was helping out. he was way good with this stuff. areum letting go off the equipment, the stuffed dog toy was engulfed in a tight embrace now instead.

jeno saw areum approach with a cute smile. “thank you for sharing your talent,” she’d joke, the man scoffing as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. “you did it on your own, i did nothing.” he tells.

the two carried on walking until jeno saw a cat plushie on the side, he flints back, stopping on tracks. areum grinning when realising a cute cat stuff toy was on the front sales.

areum tugs jeno by the sleeve , “you want that cat?” she asked, jeno nodding without any hesitation. “yeah, it’s cute.”

“miss, i’ll take the stuff cat right there!” areum beams aloud holding the card to pay, the older woman laughing back. “alright miss, here!”

jeno looking in surprise when areum softly shoved the stuffed toy into his arms, his eyes lingering down to the cutest cat he possibly ever saw in his life. “areum you really didn’t have to—”

“shhhh,” a finger zipping the lips, jeno felt obliged to stay quiet as he was told by the woman. areum taking back the finger, the smiling kept on the face. “it’s my present for you. it sorta looks like you honestly.” areum tilts head at the stuff cat toy as she held her own dog stuff toy.

“the dog really looks like you honestly,” jeno said back too, areum grins, until a sight of a rollercoaster on the behind scenes was seen. “oh my gosh jeno..”

the voice trails in a shocking tone. jeno’s happy expression faltering into confusion, “yeah?” jeno would ask wondering what’s happened. areum pulling jeno on the side looking up at the spot from behind.

“we need to go to that rollercoaster.” areum demands in excitement of rush, jeno swore they haven’t had anything sweet yet but the woman was practically a ball of sunshine that was hyperactive on sugar rush ten times fold.

somehow when areum was dragging jeno into the rollercoaster, the man had confidence to the max. the two made a bet, whoever ends up getting scared the most will pay for dinner tonight. jeno was arrogantly confident to the point he said he won’t scream the slightest. but when the rollercoaster swung in the air possibly fifteen feet in the air or more, he swears he saw heaven flash before his eyes begging to take him to his next life.

areum was the most calmest person on the rollercoaster, in fact she was cheering in excitement with a wide giddy smile of a five year old at a candy shop! jeno was the opposite, he was balling tears in eyes out of the cold face slapping air and the fear entering the body.

when the rollercoaster ended, areum came out walking perfectly fine, but trailing behind the shorter latter, was jeno wobbling side to side as he held his knees. he had a moment with the ground, falling on his knees as he made praying palms thanking the skies for allowing him to survive such monstrous moments he has ever experienced.

“jeno are you crying?” areum said with concern and disbelief, jeno sniffling. “no! i’m not!” he quickly told getting up from the ground as his arm wiped the wet eyes. he was crying over rollercoasters! a mafia, someone who deals with dangerous situations, yet can’t handle a single rollercoaster.

areum’s lips pucker in a soft smile. “awh you are, come here, need a hug before you have to pay for dinner?” the woman took the entire advantage of this situation, teasing the man forward as her hands lift to touch jeno’s face. the man groans backing away from the actions, “come on don’t tease me,” jeno whines.

she had a man whining for her. areum couldn’t think this was a fever dream but in fact it wasn’t. she lightly brings jeno into a soft hug petting his head. “oh my, mr mafia is scared of rollercoaster.” areum whispers, jeno immediately tucking areum away from him. “yeah yeah whatever,” he trails.

“what do you want to eat?” jeno asked as the conversation changed, areum smirking; she will remember this moment forever and she won’t let jeno live this down. “hmmm, ice cream! there is an ice cream shop nearby.” areum exclaims. mark better have picked good desert options.

jeno and areum were more than willing to have ice cream outside the festival, slowly walking there side by side until they arrive at the destination. areum taking the cone ice cream with simple vanilla with chocolate flakes on top. jeno took the chocolate ice cream with strawberry on top.

the two walking side by side on the half empty calm city streets, areum pulls away from her ice cream humming. “it’s so good, want a taste jeno?” areum lingers forward, jeno turns to areum as his eyes fell on areum’s soft lips.

his thumb reaching to wipe the corner of the lip that held small ice cream on it, later licking his thumb as he nods. “your ice cream is great,” jeno tells, areum felt cheeks heating at the actions as she gently slaps the edge of his arm. “yah i meant taste my ice cream from my hand!” areum looking around shyly. jeno smirks, “you didn’t specify” he quickly shot back catching areum in a prance of surprises.

he was right. she didn’t specify for him. areum sighing she held jeno’s wrist with the ice cream, “let me try yours then.” jeno hums with a nod, showing areum closer.

watching aruem tasting forward, she pulls back with a slight squeal of approval, it must’ve been a good ice cream considering areum’s eyes lit up in an instant.

“wow yours is also really great.” areum said, jeno humming with a nod of agreement. “it’s only nine right now, where do you want to go?” areum would ask as the night sky was getting darker, jeno looking around, he really didn’t want to let go off areum yet and say goodbye.

“i don’t have anything in mind right now, what about you?” jeno would ask. areum looks up thinking a little as they walk wide by side on the streets.

areum looks over to jeno. “want to come over to my house for ramen?”

jeno accepted areum’s offer plus her offering to stay over as well! jeno was given fresh pair of white shirt and sweats that belongs to jisung but he hardly wears anyways; jeno wasn’t expecting to return to this house again since he was here he told himself he won’t ever see her again because he didn’t want to get attached— but clearly not. jeno choosing to stay with areum, not giving up on the woman he holds dearly to his heart.

areum was thankful to jisung who was over at his girlfriends house instead. thank god she picked the right day today and not tomorrow.

humming as she stares at the cooking ramen, jeno making his way into the kitchen where areum stood with an apron on, he smirks. “wife material much?” he said teasingly. areum grinning as she stirs the ramen on the stove cooking. “oh yeah? well then, Lemme tell you a secret.”

jeno hums leaning forward to hear it. “if you were my husband, best believe you would be living of eating ramen.” areum said seriously, jeno shaking his head. “ay don’t lie, you know how to cook other dishes.”

areum scoffing, “like what?”

“crepes are one thing. I remember you cooking them for breakfast at the cabin. ” jeno trails, “erm, but yeah you can cook I’m sure.” he replies with an uncertain laugh. “you sound less convinced now, jeno” she lightly grins, areum turns the stove off as the pot of ramen was moved on the living lounge, where the two sat in front of the tv on with a kdrama playing.

jeno curls into the blanket that covers around the two closely, taking a long stash of noodles into the cup, slurping on them quickly. areum hums at the warm noddles in her mouth, blowing out for air, “hot hot,” areum whines a little.

“eat carefully,” jeno slightly scolds, passing water bottle towards areum. the woman takes the water as she drank it, calming down a little. areum hums, “it’s good though right?”

jeno nods with a quick hum, eating more of the delicious warm ramen. “yeah, told you. wife material.” he’d say again.

“only thing i know how to cook properly except for crepes.” areum tells, watching the tv with the drama playing.

jeno took the time admiring the living lounge, lots of photos with their family around hung by the wall and fireplace. he tilts his head humming at the sight of areum, child jisung and their parents at the family portrait. “your mother is beautiful.” jeno would tell softly, areum giving him a pocker face before turning to the family portrait in front, finally understanding what he meant.

she softly smiles, slurping the ramen. “thank you, im sure she would’ve liked to hear it.” areum said as jeno gave a soft gaze. “do you miss them often still?” he softly trails, areum tilting head. “yeah but, it’s a lot easier than before, let’s say that.”

“do you miss your mother, jeno?” areum would ask back, jeno nodding in response. “yeah, but it’s easier than before.”

areum places the chopsticks down as she leans head onto jeno’s shoulder, hugging the boy this way. “hmm, can i tell you something?” areum would ask. jeno nodding as he shifts backwards, leaning in relaxation position as the two were cuddling now. no longer eating the ramen on the table. the kdrama tv playing softly at the background.

“you looked so hot in that outfit earlier,” areum boldly tells as she bit the bottom lip, looking up at jeno. the man felt his own stomach twist and turn hearing those quiet darkly spoken words.

jeno maintaining eye contact with her dimmed lustful eyes he leans down, kissing the lips softly. areum however was the first one to deepen it, creating it to go more steamy than soft. he was pulled down on the couch with areum on top of jeno, greedily asking for his tongue into the makeout.

jeno pulling away temporarily, areum gently pecking forward his lips. the taste of ramen hinting between them. “wait wait” jeno whined out, feeling areum kissing down the jawline, going back to kissing on his lips. “yeah baby?” areum softly tells.

the nickname, immediately set jeno into some sort of epiphany; a sense of accomplishment, something he always wished to hear but never knew he needed until now. a small soft curses of ‘fuck’ heard by areum from the man underneath her practically gaining high sensitivity.

“you’re teasing me, stop” jeno tells, looking down at areum. the woman grins, “if you tell me what you want then maybe i will stop.”

jeno sighing out, “i want…”

“I want the water beside you.” jeno suddenly tells reaching his hand out, areum scowling. she reaches for the water bottle , handing it to jeno. “thank you areum,” he teasingly tells, watching the woman go off jeno. so much for wanting to dominate him.

jeno sits up drinking the water, he had this entire smug expression written on it and areum couldn’t help but think how much she wanted to wipe it off. jeno leans closer to areum whispering, “call me baby again though, kinda liked it.“

she’d purse her lips into a thin upside smile. “hmmm nooo,” she tells and jeno smiles wrapping arms around the woman pulling her down to lay on the couch together, curling in each other bodies. “you’re so stubborn,” jeno would say, kissing areum’s head.

“isn’t that what made you fall for me?” areum replies back with a smart smile, she got him there. jeno lightly laughs, “no comment there.”

areum sighs in content happiness, wrapping arms around jeno as they were cuddling into the warmth with the blanket over them.

a relaxing silence between the two surrounds them, setting a peaceful calming reality for the two in each admirable warmth and space.

“thank you so much for today, i had fun.” areum softly tells. jeno grins as his eyes close, his hands around her staying still. “me too areum, thank you for being with me.” jeno murmurs.

the two fell asleep in each other’s arms as their plushies were seated next to them side by side.

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🥲 decided not to add the love triangle here bc.. I enjoyed leaving it here haha. i have picture references of what they wore for the date 😃 they look so hot.

*cough* areum being represented by a doggo and jeno is represented by a cat 🥺 bc jeno likes cats.. and areum is just hyperactive like a doggo would be AH AND JENO GRUMPY LIKE A CAT.. Matching couple stuff toys </33

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[hikari-writes]

HAHHAJSABSJ I WAS THE ONE WHO SENT THE A3! ASK ON ANON SRRY FOR BEING ON ANON BUT I WAS SHY 🥹

And yessss I was also playing on EN up until the end 😭 like I spent the last 4 days of EN recording the backstage stories I liked so I could keep them in my memory 🥺 and YES WHY DID CYBIRD HAVE TO DO A3 LIKE THAT JUST KEEP IT ARCHIVED OR SMTH 😭 I stopped at the end of act 1 but I saw bits and pieces of act 2 on EN

And your fav is Tsumugi??? BRO SAME HE'S SO SOFT AND SQUISHY 🥺🥺🥺 my other faves are probably Masumi and Hisoka bc eepy babies 🥹 and troupe wise it's def a toss up between Spring and Winter, I still love the Summer and Autumn troupe but Spring gives me comfy found family vibes + Sakuya is just THE custest 😭 and Winter gives me that feeling of staring into the darkness on a cold winter day with your friends who are equally as lost as you are if that makes sense 🤧

I also got this Tsumugi gift box for my birthday so I have the Amusement Ichiban kuji A3! Nuigurumi and I have him beside my bed 🥺 and you made a fanfic with the Autumn troupe??? Omg drop the link??? I occasionally go back to read this one rlly good A3! Oneshot book on Wattpad bc I was starved for content since the EN translations don't have all the backstage stories atm

It's so cool to know another A3!der who's still into it 🙏🙏🙏 also can you tell I miss A3! 🥹

WAAAAA HELLO HELLO OMG SO HAPPY TO MEET ANOTHER A3!DER !!! (im ngl i had a hunch it was you since youre probably the only person here who seems to be in the fandom- that i know of aidhwindiejd) ALSO NO NEED TO BE SHY AHAHSHSHJWJDJ MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR INTERACTIONS ANON OR OFF ANON <3333 !!!

IM.SOBBING STOP OMG U CANG DO THIS TO ME IM STILL SO UPSET THAT A3 EN IS NO MORE (rest in piece you will forever be missed) Their tl is soooo good tho :(( i wouldnt mind them not updating anymore with stories/events but they had to kick me in the curb and announced that they removed them completely :')) not to mention at the time my crusty old phone dont have enough storage so i cang even savour the game for one last time 🗿🗿 i know absolutely nothing abt act 2 aside from the new charas names but if u wanna talk abt them woth me pls do !! 🥺🥺🫶🫶 id love to know abt them <3 ANOTHER TSUMUGI LOVER YES OMG 🤝🤝🤝🤝 !!! I rmmrb i was exposed to tsumugi (more specifically izumixtsumugi) b4 i even knew of a3 since i kept seeing fanarts of them from this one artist 🤔MASUMI AND HISOKA OMG !!!! 🥺🥺🥺🫶PLSSSS SPRING IS DEF HAS FOUND FAMILY VIBE 😭😭 I Rmmbr that scene where itaru was gonna quit and they all act as if he's a father about to leave them and citron was the mom (??iirc ) they r so chaotic i love them <3 😭😭 NOOOO HELP THE WAY I DESCRIBE WINTER TROUPE URE MAKING ME CRY SHSUDHHSHCJEJRJR (I LOVE IT)

TSUMUGI NUI??!?!?!?@?!?! uhm can i see a pic if ure okay with it 👉👈🥺 ALSO WHAHHSJWHEJW the fanfic was actually a tsumugi x reader but the relationship reader has with the autumn guys plays like an importany role in it and....it contains triggering content(s3lf h@rm) + bad writing when i was like idk 12?¿¿¿¿ 🧍🧍 so i dont recommend u read it honestly ahah-- OOOOHHHH PLSLPLSPLS SHARE ME THE WATTPAD A3 ONESHOT BOOK THO ID LOVE TO READ THAT ❗❗❗

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[sketchguk]

Hi! soulmate anon hereee . Thank you for reading it! yesss mc does find out about it but only after the incident happeens !! she's upset he didnt trust her enough to tell, but its about more than just him so she understands ! Soonyoung leaves because they were attacks and threats against their whole group , and he's one of the aurors , people in this au are out of college. So it's imprtant for him to be there. Buuuuut the whole time he's angry and he just wants to go back and be with mc :(((((( he struggles between his loyalty for his pack and mc :(( That's actually a recurring theme ! his pack is modern and doesnt believe in hierarchies, but they do have inborn traits of like omega and alpha etc .... And that becomes a problem with mc later on because she's not a natural ... I forgot to tell you ... but THIS STORY IS POLY I think ????????? we actually get got that far in the discussion ! but my friend's plan was to do a fic like the hp ones on ao3! those HUGEge fics that have many tropes in them . So this was hogwarts universe , abo , AND abo is naturally soulmate so there was a soulmate element too . Mingyu would always feel like mc is his soulmate too but he doesnt tell her or anyone because mc is with soonyoung . But in his heart he knows she's HIS and something is wrong ..... Later he does fight soonyoung about everything every step !!! he'll say he doesnt care when he leaves mc alone, and that he would never be selfish like that, he would help out mc if he could ! and once when theyre fighting , mingyu would storm away and mc would be in shock ... soonyoung asks what happened and mc would say that she could hear his heartbeat ... thats shocking because vampires dont have heartbeats! only mates can hear it aaaah. we never decided if it was gonna end as a poly au. Soonyoung is a werewolf and sharing goes against everything he knowssss. we thought that mingyu could be for angst, but THEN i read a taekook fic where jungkook is werewolf and taehyung is a vampire !!! it was poly and taekook are not interested in poly but they give in for mc :((((( but then i didnt discuss it with anyone until now so the story hasnt gone forward !!! once again thank you so much for readingg!! If you want to ask anything plssss do but not also i understand weuiuteito it's kind of all over the place

ALSO I READ AND REREAD PREV ANON'S ASK SO MANY TIMES that i zoned out while eating, thinking about it ! LOL . soonyoung in his QUIDDITCH GEAR IN THE LIBRARY ????????? and making her recite from her STUDIES ?!???! and then you said his hand is wrapped around her throat too , I can't breathe omg OMGGG . would he be so sweet to her right after ???? I always think of gryfinddor soonyoung as someone that will do dom things like this in the moment and then get shy about it iewrueiwiuro

Oof yeah I can imagine how complicated it gets when Soonyoung has other another half of his identity that he has to hide 💔 He's also so important to the pack ! He can't just let his responsibilities go

Omg there are a lot of tropes that y'all came up with !! The story sounds soo exciting. We love a good slow burn multi chaptered fic <3 Especially when it's a poly one too LOL. Mingyu and Soonyoung are always at the scene of the crime too ahah. Reminds me of the time Mingyu said he thought Soonyoung hated him during pre-debut days lkadjklsa. He's definitely someone to fear especially when it comes to dance practice (although Seungcheol might disagree. If he was in this universe, he would definitely be an alpha LOLL - that reminds me, are there any other members in this fic??)

I liked what you said about mc hearing Mingyu's heartbeat :0 that must have come as a big shock to all of them !! And have you thought about what event occurred for all of them to start getting along and starting a poly relationship??? Or have you two not gotten to that point because you mentioned that you thinkkk it's a poly story aha

Ahh !! In my HP au, I always imagined that Soonyoung and mc are both switches, but it's so difficult when I love my male doms lol. I'm subby by nature, so it just happens that mc acts in the same way I do. I can't help it !!!! I'm projecting my fantasies

Soonyoung is typically very sweet and romantic in bed, but when mc misbehaves or riles him up, he has no choice but to flip his switch !!! After they have a rough session, Soonyoung would definitely get shy in retrospect. He checks up on her constantly and wonders if he really did that aha. It's the duality for me !

#ask #anon #soulmate anon #horanghae agenda

[ddejavvu]

idk if ur still taking new weepy wednesday requests buuuut,

break up sex w peter where everything is feeling good and all but all of a sudden u remember whats really happening and u have to stop mid-fuck bc u start crying and can’t breathe— and then u just uncontrollably sob and he just holds you and cries with you😖 just absolutely heart shattering bc maybe neither of u want to break up but it was best for whatever reason; i am begging u do ur worst plssss tysm ily

Today is weepy wednesday! Request some angst and make me cry :(

ily too sweetheart! this one,, got me,, this post is like 18+, minors dni.

One second your cunt was positively aching, bliss curling in your belly like vines that snaked into your brain and spread through your thoughts. The next had you shaking with a sob, curling into Peter's arms as he rocked into you from above.

He let out a shaky sigh, desire draining from his form as he let his brain process the situation. This was it. This was the last time you'd hold each other. The last time he'd see your face. The last time he'd feel your touch. The last time he'd see your shared bedroom. The last time he'd sleep beside you. The last time you'd be together. This was it.

"Peter," You cried, "Please, please don't leave me!"

"Princess," Peter's voice shook, lips buried in your neck as his tears fell onto your skin, "I have to. We both know that."

"I don't care," You wailed, "Danger be damned. I want to be with you, Peter, I would give up my life for you in a heartbeat."

Your words had Peter's hand resting gently on the left side of your chest, feeling your heartbeat for the last time, "That's why we have to stop, Y/N, I can't do this to you."

"I want you to!" You gripped his biceps tightly, nails digging into his skin slightly, "I want this!"

"But I can't give it to you, sweetheart." Peter bit his lip, trying in vain to keep his tears at bay, "You don't deserve this. You deserve a long happy life, not a life of hiding and anxiety."

"It's worth it if it's with you," Your bottom lip quivered, stuck out slightly as you cried, "Anything is worth it if it's with you."

"But it's not worth it for me, peaches. Nothing could be worth you dying, nothing. I want you to live, even if it can't be with me."

"Peter," You sobbed, head thrown back onto your pillows, "Please!"

He finally broke, slumping over onto your shaking form and muffling his sobs in your shoulder. You let anguish consume the both of you, one hand gripping tight to the one you knew you'd never hold again.

#peter parker #peter #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurb #peter parker drabble #tobey!peter parker #tobey!peter parker x reader #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!peter #tobey!spiderman #tom!peter x reader #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter #tom!peter parker #andrew!peter parker #andrew!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #tom!spiderman #mei’s 1k celebration!! #mei’s 1k follower celebration!! #mei's 1000 celebration!! #mei's 1000 follower celebration!! #ddejavvu’s weepy wednesday #weepy wednesday

[superhoeva-archived]

hii! soul sucker is 😍🤪😍🤪😍🤪 so happy u opened requests cz the world needs pt2!!!💆🏻‍♀️💆🏻‍♀️ with a soft ending plssss🖤

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 (𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞)

𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the morning after you help fez feel better

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i don't know what spurred this to come out of my fingers at one in the morning, but here it is! unlike part one, this is allll fluff and hopefully a good balance. thank you for this request anon! i hope you (and everyone else) enjoys! p.s. remember that my taglist is in my bio <3 (gif credit: @whoracle)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): a little bit of language, soft!fezco, basically just a shit ton of fluff, 18+/minors dni!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

Usually, Fez finds himself annoyed when the uninvited sunlight creeps its way into his room. He will groan and cover his face, somewhat bitter that the brightness effectively ruins any desire he has of returning to his slumber.

However, it’s a different story when you are present.

Due to the heated air that seems to permanently reside in California, the both of you end up snoozing peacefully a few inches apart. On the rare occasion, you sometimes find yourself in the lean yet well-built arms of Fezco when you peel open your eyes for the day. Either of which is good enough for him… as long as you’re there.

When Fez awakens before you, he likes to take the time to try and memorize your face. Every dimple, dip and shape forever etched in the deepest portions of his memory, hoping, if nothing else, to be able to perfectly illustrate them when you’re not close enough for him to appreciate the real thing.

“Hi, Fezzy,” is the first thing that your morning-graveled voice utters to him.

“Mornin’, baby,” he would rumble back, a soft smile settled on his face when he sees you reach for him to come closer. “You sleep good?”

You can only nod at his question, the heaviness of sleep weighing down your eyelids to the point where you can only keep them open for a few seconds at a time. Fez’s heart swells in his chest as he pulls you into his delicate grasp, the heat from your skin making it feel as if you’re melting into him.

“Did you?” You finally remember to ask, and he nods.

“Yeah. I always sleep good as fuck when you’re here,” he claims, and the laugh disguised as a huff that leaves your nose succeeds in waking you up a little more. Finally, the decreasing haze throughout your mind allows you to open your eyes all the way. The sage in his eyes reminds you of the softness of the leaves of the plant itself.

Soon (after Fez’s soothing rubs on your back nearly lulls you back to sleep), the two of you find the power to roll out of his bed. You then find yourself sitting at the table in his kitchen, ready and waiting for the bowl of fruit loops he is busy preparing.

Your gaze fills with nothing but love as you watch him do something as small as pour cereal. To many, it’s an insignificant act; a necessary step into their dull days of equally repetitious and passionless staircase of work. But to you, it means everything… as does Fezco.

“Whatchu starin’ at me so hard for?” He questions as he returns to the table with cereal-filled bowls in hand. “I got some kinda drool on my face or somethin’?

Shaking your head, you murmur, “No, there’s nothing on your face. Just really fucking love you, that’s all.”

Fezco freezes for a short second. Even though it isn’t the first time you’ve uttered that phrase to the other, it feels as if it’s the first time all over again. The same butterflies flock their way around his stomach, and he always has to take a second to breathe before he can say it back.

“Really fuckin’ love you too, pretty girl,” he almost whispers, standing from his seat to press his lips into yours. There is no regard for if Ash will pop out of his room and see, or morning breath, or anything else like that.

Fez holds the kiss for a few seconds longer than he usually does in the morning, before reluctantly pulling away. You both share a bashful smile as he collapses back into his chair. While you then turn to the bowl in front of you, hoping that your cereal hasn’t gone soggy, Fez can’t find the power to look away.

His long gaze pours over you like warm waves that gently thrust you further and further away the from steady sand. Though, you know you have no reason to be afraid, as you understand that the water will take you to a place where you are safe… loved… happy.

Fezco really, really fucking loves you.

taglist (closed): @bigpoppajes @youlovetkay @blowmymbackout @youretheonlywoman @haileygarciasunshine @rafecameronswhore @buckyhoney @certainaesthetic @est1887

#euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x you #fez imagine #fez x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco imagine #fezco #fez #simone writes

[startanewdream]

"what is wrong with you"

"i thought it was obvious, im in love with you". hinny plssss

Hi! Thank you so much for this prompt, I loved it ❤

It was just too fun to pass, so please enjoy a little truthful moment between Harry and Ginny post-war, presented by Ron ‘choose-someone-better-like-my-best-friend-next-time’ Weasley.

‘You are beautiful’, Harry blurts out the second Ginny leaves the fireplace.

She raises her brows, surprised. Ginny is as vain as anyone else, but she knows she doesn't look her best right now: not after navigating through the Floo Network for countless fireplaces all the way from Scotland. Her hair is probably a mess, all windswept, ashes stain her face and she’s wearing a pair of faded old jeans that she uses when helping in rebuilding Hogwarts.

Ginny doesn't think she will feel beautiful until she takes a shower and puts on some fresh clothes, and yet Harry is looking at her as if she glows, very tender and so… infatuated.

There is no word to describe it, really.

From his place on the couch, Ron snickers, looking very amused at his best friend.

'Oh, this is going to be great', he says.

'What is going on?'

'You are so beautiful', Harry repeats, raising his hand to touch her face, oblivious to any dirt there. 'I never met anyone as gorgeous as you. I adore your hair, it's like... this copper lion's mane. You are a lioness, so fierce and brave… And your eyes are so warm and brown like chocolate eggs. Your freckles, I adore each one of them, even the ones in your back that you can't see'.

Ron muffles a laugh; Ginny throws him a look, but her brother just shrugs, unconcerned. 

'Is everything ok?', she asks slowly, turning back to Harry.

'I've never felt better', Harry promises, now tracing her lips. He beams when Ginny kisses his fingers softly. 'I'm so happy to see you'.

She can't doubt it, not with the way his eyes are sparkling while looking at her. It's not exactly a new look - she'd caught him looking at her like that before, but Harry is usually more reserved with his feelings and they talked about taking things slow ever since getting back together. But now Harry is an open book about his feelings, which isn’t bad, just… different.

'Not that I should complain, Harry', she begins. 'But… what's wrong with you?'

He sighs dreamily.

'I thought it was obvious. I am in love with you'.

It's the way Harry says it, as if it is really evident, as if there is no question of how he feels, as if there was no other way for him to be. He is certain. He is truly in love with her.

And it's the first time he says it. Not that she was demanding a declaration - they were together for only a month and they had a whole future now to not rush anything - but it's good to hear anyway. It fills her heart with glee and sunlight.

Ginny wishes that her brother wasn't sort of ruining the mood for swooning exaggeratedly, because she feels Harry and she should have been having a moment right now so she could say it back and then kiss him properly until he believes she loves him too.

'You really missed me, huh?', she says instead, trying to sound playful. 'We were apart only for a few hours'.

'Too much. I want to be with you in every moment, I want to share everything - I even dream of you, a lot, and in those dreams we are -'

'Yeah, maybe now it's enough, Harry', Ron says hurriedly, rising and putting a potion flask on his hand. 'Drink this'.

'What is this?'

'Antidote for Veritaserum', Ron answers her, watching as Harry sits heavily on the couch after drinking the potion. 'He will be fine later, Kingsley assured me'.

'He had a Truth Serum? Why?'

'Auror training. We were seeing how we faced Veritaserum, you know for avoiding someone spiking our drink and risking us spilling every secret'.

'So he is fine?', Ginny asks, caressing his hair. Harry looks a little off, his gaze now out of focus.

'Yeah, yeah, you know him. He thought he could resist easily like with the Imperius Curse, so instead of drinking a little to start growing resistance, he drank the whole vial. He's been spilling truths all afternoon. Confessed to Mom he wants to marry you, by the way'.

'Oh', Ginny groans heavily. 'Why didn't you do something?'

'It was too funny', Ron says, shrugging. 'Until he crossed the line with his dreams about you, anyway'.

'Serves you right for not taking care of your best friend'.

'Oh, he would do the same', Ron jokes, looking fondly at Harry.

Ginny refrains from hexing him. Harry lies down, his eyes closed in an easy sleep.

'He will remember what he said?', she asks softly.

'I will make sure he does', Ron assures her, eyes sparkling with mischief.

'No. I mean, don't tell him what he said to me'. She turns to Ron, biting her lips. 'Let him tell me when he is ready'.

Ron looks at her, and the mischief is replaced by softness. No matter how much he may want to tease Harry, Ginny knows he will keep that secret for her; Ron really roots for her relationship with Harry.

'Fine' he agrees, then he grins. 'But I will ask him if my hair makes me look like a lion too'.

#Hinny #Drabble #t:fanfiction #Ron adores Harry and Ginny #Things I write when I should be sleeping #Like all drabbles I write

[amerrierworld]

Lullaby

Ocean’s 8 fanfiction

for the request: More Lou x reader plssss they’re so good! Maybe a protective!Lou fic

Summary: Lou is there for you as you struggle with incessant nightmares.

Characters: Lou x gn!reader, the team mentioned in passing

Word Count: 2,071

Warnings: comfort and fluffffff. a bit dark in reference to scary nightmares, restlessness, worry, etc! some fluffy suggestiveness, but nothing smutty

You knew you needed to sleep. Hell, you wanted to sleep. Your eyes were burning as you stared at the ceiling fan high above you, spinning gently and sending cool air to the sleeping bodies below.

The ladies had all crashed at Lou’s that night, an impromptu sleep-over after a night drinking in celebration. There was plenty of couch space to go around, and an extra mattress was pulled out for the remaining few. Pillows and blankets were tossed about and shared. 

You heard Rose snoring quietly at the other end of the mattress. At some point in the night, you had rolled off of your side onto the hardwood floor, blankets half-covering your restless body.

The ground was hard and cold against your back, but it was a welcomed feeling, because you’d woken up in a fit, heart pounding, drenched in sweat and gripping the blankets with trembling hands. 

You didn’t expect nightmares to visit you tonight. You’d drank happily and were exhausted from the day’s events, and you were out cold as soon as everyone turned out the lights and said goodnight.

But shadowy figures danced about your brain as you laid there, staring up at the ceiling fan, trying to decide what to do next. Memories of the nightmare were already fading due to the drunken haze you had fallen asleep in, but the panic was still heavy in your chest. 

Suddenly, your body tingled with restlessness and you sat up. Wincing at the stickiness of your sweaty shirt peeling off the floor, you got up and gingerly stepped around your sleeping friends. You needed to move, or do something, before your heavy breathing woke anyone else up.

You went to the bathroom, used the toilet, combed your fingers through your wild hair. Wandered around the small space for a bit, opened the cupboards and inspected what kind of hair products Lou liked to use. 

It was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet in someone else’s house that you’re not used to. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, which was wondrously large, and debated drawing yourself a bath. It’d be too loud to fill it, you figured. You’d feel like you were imposing, no matter how comfortably you knew Lou and the rest of the team. 

But you also didn’t want to go back yet either. The cool bathroom floor tiles were jarring but relaxing to your aching feet, and the harsh bright light dispelled any shadows around you.

Wild, hot tears prickled the edges of your eyes and you sniffled. You rubbed your face with a shaky hand, irritated at your drowsiness but inability to sleep peacefully which only made you cry harder. 

Wind roared outside and the lights flickered for a split second as you sobbed silently into your hands.

-

Lou wasn’t a light sleeper by any means, but if something sounded off in her own home, she’d be the first to wake up. And so, when she heard soft footsteps creaking up her staircase, she was awake in seconds.

She peeked down the hall and saw the light coming from the bathroom as you snuck in, clicking it shut slowly, as if all hell would break loose if someone heard you. 

Lou normally wouldn’t have done anything, considering there were eight people sleeping over and someone was bound to use the toilet in the middle of the night, but the way your feet shuffled weakly and your head was bowed down in fear made her worry.

She waited for you to come back out. Heard the flushing of the toilet, the running of the sink, and expected you to open the door again immediately. But you didn’t. And when she walked over, leaned her ear towards the door and heard quiet sobs coming through, she nearly broke down the door with how swiftly she opened it, fearing the worst. 

Your back straightened, squeaking in surprise at the sight of Lou in the doorway, her eyebrows furrowed.

You both stared at each other for a moment. Lou opened her mouth and closed it again, swallowing thickly. She realized how invasive it was for her to burst through the door, but the sound of you in torment pushed any rational thoughts out of her brain.

Rubbing your eyes quickly, you got up and wrung your hands in front of you. 

“S-sorry I took so long,” you said, thinking she needed to hurriedly use the bathroom. Lou’s brain was short-circuiting with both worry and confusion. Your clothes stuck to your body and seemed damp, and your face was red and splotchy, despite your attempt to hide any signs of your crying.

You felt bad for waking Lou and keeping her waiting. She was wearing an oversized rock ‘n roll t-shirt that nearly reached her knees, and her hair stuck out in all directions, a low bun drooping and threatening to fall out entirely. 

“It’s alright,” Lou replied dumbly, not realizing why you were apologizing. 

You got closer, trying to think of how to get past her without making it obvious how much you were struggling, hoping her sky-blue eyes wouldn’t catch on.

But a gentle hand stopped you before you could walk past her and you knew that she had.

“Y/N,” she whispered, pushing you back a bit so she could close the bathroom door, giving you privacy, “what’s wrong?”

You nonchalantly leaned against the sink, looking at your toes, “nothing.”

The lights flickered again as the wind howled outside. Suddenly the space felt too surreal, too harsh and bright, and you ached.

Lou turned away from you, rummaging around and pulling out a washcloth. She used the sink behind you to dampen it, and you wondered what she needed it for. Maybe she needed to wash her face, or had some makeup left over...

Then she reached for your hand and gently pressed the fabric against the back of it. The lukewarm temperature of it zapped through your body like a shot and your clammy hand went limp in hers.

She searched your eyes, looking for fear, for rejection. Instead she found pleading, drowsiness and trust.

“I’m not good with words,” she muttered as she rubbed the cloth over your fingers and forearm, before moving to the other. “But does this help?”

You nodded, face scrunching up as tears threatened to flow again and you wanted to hold them back. 

Then she pressed the damp cloth against your collarbones and shoulders, where you felt sickly sweaty, shuddering. When she reached behind to cup your  neck and work her fingers into your muscles through the cloth, you surrendered. Your body tipped forward, following the pressure of her hand and resting your forehead against her shoulder. 

She stilled, holding the cloth against your bare, clammy skin. 

“I can’t sleep,” you muttered thickly into her shirt, voice breaking.

Immediately the cloth was gone and her hands replaced the absence, holding you closely and letting your entire weight rest against her. Hot tears flowed again.

“Did Tammy kick you in her sleep?” Lou asked, “apparently she does that. If she did you just gotta kick her back-”

You chuckled, pulling away a bit, and replied, “no, it wasn’t Tam. I get these.. nightmares.”

Lou’s eyebrow raised in curiosity. Her hands held your waist as she let you speak, the warmth and heaviness of them a grounding feeling for you.

“I have trouble sleeping at really stupid times,” you muttered, “And then I’m stressed about it. When I wake up I- I’m afraid to even think about going back to sleep.

“Like- I- I don’t know, they just happen and I wake up, but I don’t feel like myself when I do, and- and it takes ages to feel okay again. I just..”

You trailed off, biting your lip in worry, clenching Lou’s shirt in your hands as you looked at her chin to avoid her piercing gaze.

Lou’s heart broke a bit at the sight of you fighting with yourself, and she sighed. One of her hands came up to cup your cheek, making you meet her eyes.

“Would it help if someone was with you?” she asked.

“Well.. no, clearly, because even with the whole team down there-”

“I meant someone who was with you. Making sure you’re okay and safe to fall sleep,” Lou corrected herself, smiling at your doe-eyed look, eyes wide, cheeks still splotchy. She picked up the washcloth, ran it under the water again and rubbed it gently against your cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to form words, feeling wonderfully sleepy in her arms,

“I- I suppose so.. maybe. I don’t know.”

“My bed is a lot cozier than the couches downstairs,” Lou suggested, picking her words carefully. “If you’d like you could...”

“Sleep with you?”

“Not sleep with me,” Lou said hastily, “but.. yes. If it'd be more comfortable.”

You smirked a little, looking up at her and batting your eyelashes, “What if I did want to... sleep with you?”

Lou snorted, “not with the state you’re in right now, missy. You look ready to fall over and snore all on my floors.”

You blushed, rubbing your thumbs over the middle of Lou’s shirt, too distracted by the design on it to notice you were pressing your fingers against her abdomen and warm skin, making her nostrils flare and her grip tighten.

“You can say no, Y/N.”

“No, I’d like that, but.. why? You’re not just feeling bad for me are you?”

“No, of course not,” Lou sighed, “Y/N..”

She cupped your cheek and looked you squarely in the eyes, “you mean the world to me, darling. I mean that. Let me take care of you, at least for tonight. Let me help.”

You blushed, again feeling your emotions well up and threaten to spill over but Lou rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs, brushed back your hair, pulled you closer to her warm body.

You nodded and felt Lou take your hand, open the door and turn off the bathroom light, swallowing both of you in darkness. She lead you and you followed blindly to her bedroom, where a massive bed awaited. 

You put a hand on the mattress, feeling that it was still warm from where Lou was sleeping, and the thought made you blush. There was a glass of water on the nightstand that Lou encouraged you to drink.

“Crying makes you dehydrated,” she said as she went through her drawers. “Drink something, it’ll help.”

You downed the glass in nearly one gulp, and your throat felt less like sandpaper after finishing it. 

“Here,” Lou whispered softly. She was holding out another oversized shirt to you, “It’ll be easier to sleep with something clean.”

You nodded and lifted your arms as Lou reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it off of your body. In the semi-darkness, the only light being Lou’s lamp on her nightstand, you should have felt exposed, but Lou did nothing that made you feel uncomfortable. 

She tugged her shirt over your head and helped your arms through, the soft fabric falling against your skin with a welcomed sigh.

Then she kneeled down and tugged your pants off for you too, palms rubbing at your calves and heels in assurance. 

She pushed back the comforter and climbed in on the other side of the bad, tucking her long legs under the sheets and holding out her hand for you to take.

You snuggled in beside her, warm from where she’d been sleeping, her scent enveloping you and blurring your mind like a drug. 

“Feeling better?”

You nodded, admiring her in the soft light. You looked so cozy, swaddled by her comforter and pillows that Lou couldn’t bear to ask you to turn out the light. So instead, she reached over you with long arms, turning out the light herself.

As she did, your body rolled towards her as she came closer to you, and she blinked in surprise just as darkness surrounded you. 

Once Lou got comfortable, you were pressed up against her side, face buried in the crook of her neck, and your breathing was coming out slowly, evenly.

Lou smiled as she realized you’d fallen asleep, peacefully, it seemed. She draped an arm over your middle and pressed a kiss on your head, holding you tightly and mentally fighting off all the nightmares threatening to come into her room tonight. 

-

A/N: this was very cathartic for me to write, I hope it may do the same for you reading it <3

#lou #lou miller #lou miller x reader #lou miller x you #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x you #cate blanchett x reader #wlw #lgbt #ocean's eight #oceans 8 #oceans8 #oceans 8 fanfic #ocean's 8 #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #merry writes

[thesmallth1ngs]

Do I even have to ask- Eren fic because all my favorite ones have been lost in translation.

Jupi get OUT of my inbox asf 🙄🙏🏼 /j ilysm ANYWYAS 😒 go check out Jupiter’s acc she’s lit rally so talented  🎉 okay now to this

These r gonna be hcs sfw and nsfw bc I’m lazy and need to work on smthn else love u tho babes 😩🙏🏼

Warnings: over stim, slight voyeurism, mention of BDSM but not much (proceed w/ caution)

Sfw ✨

Literally loves u to death 😭🙏🏼, so he always knows when you’re upset/ angry/ etc, nothing can get past this mans asf

Jesus Christ he’s so protective of u, DOESNT let u go anywhere alone 💔 like if u guys just came back from an expedition he won’t even let you go to the bathroom alone- when you kick him out he waits at the door like a puppy

his love language is touch, so he’ll always be on you, holding your hand, if you’re sitting down a hand on your knee, thighs, etc.

rlly likes ur face, like- touching/ holding ur face in his hands, kissing ur nose

nOSE KISSES ENWBJSJW will just touch his nose to urs, if you share a room that’s his way of saying good morning to u, by just booping ur noses together

pls he’s so blushy and tries to hide it by looking tough or growing but he’s really just trying to not seem like a sap (though he is)

hands, he’s facilitated w/ yours, plants kisses along ur knuckles on the daily, plays with your fingers, (a nervous habit he developed) running his thumb along the knuckles, etc

Always trying to be better for you and just genuinely be there for you physically and emotionally

Not the best at communicating but we all know you’ll pop the cap on his bottled up feelings

probably admitted his feelings for you in an argument

Like it wasn’t a big one but you both were just arguing about a mission and he just blurted out something along the lines of, “because I love you” 👩🏼‍🦯👩🏼‍🦯

in a more modern au (with cars) he’d own a truck, I just know it, and lots of road rage LMFAOO

also likes when u sit in his lap, bc he gets to wrap his arms around ur waist and place his head on ur shoulder and kiss ur neck sweetly of course

NSFW 🦋

we all know this man is a switch

I think his fav position would be one where he could either hold your hand or see all the pretty little faces u make

loves eye contact, especially if he’s eating u out he’ll just look up and lock eyes with you and if you look away he’ll stop

is into being choked/ and choking you, all with consent and a safe word

his safe word is sage, and urs is Ivy

will over stim u so much pls

Also lots of orgasm denial

Pls he’d probably make u hold in at least three orgasms

good stamina could go all night if he rlly wanted to

lots of love and aftercare though!!

He never forgets aftercare even if he is beyond tired

will get a warm towel, clean u up, if you needed anything water, he’s running to get it, something to eat? He’ll probably wake up someone to help make u something at 2:53am

Tries to help you bathe but basically just sat you in the shower and cleaned you up Fillmore

Would carry you if you were hurting anywhere

Feels rlly bad if he went too rough and apologizes for like a week

PLSSSS I hope u all enjoyed I wrote this as I was skipping second period bc I couldn’t find my classroom LMFAO

requests are always open!! <3

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[yeojaa]

wait !!!! find her jk with that prompt the other anon sent!!! can u plssss that’s literally something find her jk would actually do🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ read finders keep hers ]

pairing.  jjk x (named) f!reader.  rating.  general.  tags.  idiots in love.  like, that’s all there is to say.  angst central, my dude.  wc.  2.4k.  author note.  i meant to make this short and end with some tender lovemaking but...  i cannot be trusted near a keyboard so you get this word vomit instead.  xoxo!

You love Jeon Jungkook.  Have, you think, since before you knew what the word love meant.

(Maybe since you were children and you’d still stood a chance against him, bursting with pride from a job well done, young enough that your parents’ kind words felt better than anything in the world.  Before he’d turned into the president of the Casanova Club and he’d just been your and your brother’s best friend.  Little Jeon with the unbelievably big eyes, always so curious about everything.

Or maybe since your tenth grade White Day, when he’d bought you your favourite candies and pressed them unceremoniously into your hands, too many to hold so they fall to dirt and tumble around you.  He’d stooped to snatch them all up, shoving them into the pockets of your coat.  “Because we’re best friends or whatever,”  he’d said with this toothy, silly smile.

More likely during university.  That time you’d maybe (read: very) foolishly made out, liquor fueling the tangle of your limbs and how utterly good he felt within them, a nectarine dream in his brand new G Wagon.  You’d thought he’d laugh in your face, mumble something about no, we can’t - which he had - but he’d also taken you home, tucked you in and climbed in beside your inebriated self.

Definitely once you’d started seeing each other, spending more time in his bed than anywhere else.  It’d been nearly impossible to separate head from heart, falling deeper and deeper into the Jungkook-shaped black hole that seemed to eclipse everything else.  You’d fallen head over stupid heels, leaving bits of yourself hidden among his things.  Your lip balm in his trouser pocket, perfume on the collar of his favourite turtleneck, shape of your mouth alongside monogrammed initials. 

You hadn’t meant to.

Love him, that is.  It’d simply happened in between all the laughter, the eye rolls, the smiles.  Threaded between each action and cemented by the thud of your heart, beat into the ground like a drum.)

Sometimes, though, you don’t like him.  Oftentimes, in fact. 

You and Jungkook are as different as can be.  

You’re in business development at a tech firm;  he’s the technically unemployed son of a real estate mogul.  You invest most of your money;  he spends his as if it’ll never run out (which it likely won’t).  You grew up with an older brother;  he’s got two younger sisters.  You drink to celebrate, to wind down;  he drinks to prove a point.  You believe in love - have to, looking at your parents and feeling how you do about him;  he knows it exists but up until recently, had zero interest in it.

You wonder still, seated at the table with your group of friends and their partners, whether that still rings true.  (Deep down, you know it doesn’t. You know he loves you, wants you in a way he’s never wanted anyone else before, but your brain is a fickle thing, playing tricks when it shouldn’t.) 

Would he be happier without you?  Better off without you? 

Your thoughts mock you - just as he does, roguish smile turning his entire expression into sunshine.  Inescapable, all-encompassing, so blinding it’s almost hard to look at.  Trained on the girl he’s chatting up at the bar.  

This is what Jungkook does.  What he’s always done.  You should be used to it, really.  The man’s charm is always turned up to eleven, always in full effect even when he doesn’t mean it to be.  It’s simply part of who he is- young and rich and devastatingly, heartbreakingly handsome. 

Still, you can’t help the emotion that swells somewhere deep in your stomach, jostles the meal you’ve just had and turns your insides into a sea of nausea.  You know when he’s just being friendly and you know when he’s flirting.  It’s a terribly thin line but one you recognise, intimately familiar with the two sides of his personality.  

Right now, he’s flirting.  Doing that thing he does, one arm folded on the counter top, unblemished hand resting somewhere along his hip, silver of his rings acting as a beacon beneath the dim restaurant lights.  His other hand slots itself into the pocket of his coated jeans, tattoos thrown into stark contrast against his skin and the black of the denim.  There’s that smile of his, more a smirk but sunny, radiant, beautiful.  It lights up his entire face, steeping his expression in something warm.  The dimple in his cheek winks with each laugh - you can only imagine the one on the other side does the same, cut deeply into his skin.

Don’t be mad, you tell yourself.  He’s your Jungkook, bad habits and all.  

You love him.  You love him.  You love him.

If he notices your stoicism, he doesn’t comment on it.  Doesn’t ask what’s wrong or if you’re okay or what’s up.  Barely even speaks to you, save to toss his arm around your shoulder and tug you close, practically tug you into his lap while his friends share stories of their week.

It’s your usual Friday night dinner.  Something you’ve done with this ragtag group for as long as you’ve known them.  An excuse to go out and drink and eat some damn good (and often free) food. 

You wish you could enjoy it like you normally do.  Instead, you’re preoccupied by the way a perfume that isn’t yours lingers on his collar - seeps beneath the fabric and marks him up like a possession.  It’s too sweet - cloying sugar apples and coconut - nothing like your usual earthy wisteria and dewy rose.  It stings your nose when you inhale too deeply, nestled into the familiar shape of Jungkook’s frame, settled between the vertebrae you know best.

You hardly notice when he does speak to you, rousing you from thought you can’t quite place any longer.

“Ready to head home?”

The rest of your friends are going about their business, slipping their coats on and exchanging ideas for plans the following morning.  (Saturday brunch is a very popular thing, though it tends to lean late lunch versus true breakfast-brunch.)

You nod and slip from beneath your lover’s arm, plucking your purse up as you rise.  You’re ready to get out of here, ready to scrub away the melancholy that lingers like a thin film across your skin.  

He must have realised sometime between your silence in the car and your lacklustre kisses in the elevator.  You think he must, as he nearly slams the front door of his penthouse shut, kicks off his Chelsea boots and lets them tumble together just off the welcome mat.  (Not the reaction you’d expected, but you’ve learnt to never expect anything from him.  As much as he might be your best friend, Jeon Jungkook plays by his own set of rules.)

He doesn’t wait for you to undo your own shoes, carefully undoing the straps of your Jimmy Choos and setting them where they belong before you follow the sound of his footsteps.

When you find him, he’s stripping off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly across the back of his desk chair, keys and wallet and phone dropped none-too-gently upon wood.  He says nothing even as he crosses to his closet, steps inside and slips off each piece of jewellery:  assorted rings and his Rolex - everything but the bracelet you’d gotten him for graduation.  

His belt goes next, set back within the confines of its velvet lined drawer.  Through the hole goes the button of his jeans, down goes the zipper, and then he’s in nothing but his vaguely sheer dress shirt, boxer-briefs, and silly printed socks (yellow bananas on black fabric, for reasons), looking every inch the adonis he is. 

You still haven’t said a word, carefully hanging your dress in the small space you’ve carved out for yourself.  You don’t really know what to say - how to approach his apparent frustration when you don’t know where it comes from.

Is he upset with you?  Had you, somewhere along the line of your own sadness, done something to upset him?

You’re running through all the scenarios, lost in thought, when his voice breaks the quiet.  Snaps forth and hits its mark - a perfect shot.  “Seriously?”  There’s a fickle quality to his tone, a pettiness that you recognise when he hasn’t gotten his way, when he’s not quite sure what to say but knows he wants to have something.  (It doesn’t come out often with you, but you’re intimately familiar with it still.  His I-want-to-fight voice.)

“Pardon?”  You’re not expecting him so close, close enough to reach you but far enough that you can tell he’s purposely put this distance between you.  It feels strange - further apart than it is.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

You blink.  Once, twice, three times.  When you speak, it’s full of confusion, paired with your brows gathering in a little knot of bewilderment.  “Anything about what?”

“What happened at dinner.”  

He sounds so utterly deadpan, you can’t help but laugh, a sound of disbelief rather than amusement.  

“You mean you flirting with that girl?”  Even saying the words feels awful, makes you want to crawl into bed and forget about it all.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looks like you’ve just handed him the answers to all of life’s questions.  His entire face rearranges, all the pieces matching back up to form a proper puzzle.  There’s a certain smugness to it now, caught in the round of his cheek and how it ticks higher with his grin.  “So you did notice!  I fucking knew it.”

“Of course I did.”  You want to be appalled.  Know you should be.  (But it’s Jungkook and you love him.)  “Kind of hard not to.”  

He’s the devil in disguise, snapping you to him with a flex of his arms, hands curled around your waist.  It’s clear he’s pleased, absolutely tickled pink that you’d fallen for his silly little trick.  “Gotta keep you on your toes,”  he croons, eyes twinkling, mouth wobbling with the strain of keeping his laughter hidden. 

He expects you to agree - maybe roll your eyes and pat his cheek, laughs along with him and give him some sort of shit about how he’s an idiot - and visibly starts when you push yourself away, two palms flat against his chest. 

“Sure.”

One word.  Nothing like he’d imagined.

“Baby?”  You’ve made it two steps - two whole steps, which is two too many to Jungkook - when he’s pulling you back, trapping you against his chest with his arms looped around your shoulders.  “Where you going?”  He’s kissing along your shoulder, trailing warmth everywhere he touches. 

He still smells like that girl’s perfume.

“Can you get off me, please?”  You’re more polite than you normally are, working hard to keep calm when he only tightens his grip.  Of course he thinks you’re kidding, thinks you’re pouting and playing just like he had when you’d returned home.

When you repeat yourself - a little harder, a little quieter - he seems to realise how wrong he’s read the situation.

“Angel—”  You’re swept around, left to stare into the neat white of his shirt as he peers down at you, waits for you to meet his eyes.  You don’t, staunchly focused on the buttons of his Oxford, how they strain over his broad chest.  “Baby.”  Now he’s the one full of reprimand, disapproval colouring the single word that’s normally so sweet.

“What?”  It’s just as bratty as he was earlier but somehow worse, touched blue.

“What’s wrong?”  Jungkook seems genuinely perplexed, concerned and maybe, just a tiny bit frustrated.  He’s not used to you lashing out like this, soft and yet unyielding, hidden behind a door he’s fumbling with the keys to.

“You.”

“—me?”

You’re not one to throw out things you don’t mean, carefully picking and choosing your words.  It’s something you’ve always done - far more responsible than your idiot best friend who’s never had to worry about a thing in his life.  

The line of his mouth dips, pulls into a frown as he studies you and tries to crack open the windows to gain some insight.  It doesn’t work well;  he’s faced with a stone wall.

“Why’re you mad?” 

You want to laugh.  Do, actually, so short and abrupt it’s more of a scoff.  “What’s wrong with me?”  You’d pull away if you could. (Realistically, you could, but you’ve always been too soft for him.)  “You spent almost all of dinner flirting with someone else.”

“Yeah— to make you jealous.”  As if that makes it better.  As if that doesn’t tear a giant hole right in the centre of your chest, launches your poor heart out of the airlock to fend for itself in the emptiness of his expression.  

You don’t know why it feels worse to hear it out loud.  You’d figured as much. 

(Jungkook had done this in the past, though always jokingly.  He’d rarely been invested enough in a girl to go to such lengths but you’d seen it once or twice.  Always the age old adage of wanting what you can’t have.)

You wish you could separate the then from the now.  Remind yourself that he does care, that this is his twisted, stupid way of showing his affection - of keeping you around.  (You know he’s just as vulnerable as you - maybe more, sometimes - but he shows it poorly.  Pushes you away when he tries to pull you in.)

Tears are welling, spilling across your lashes faster than you can yank them back.  Something about being an angry crier.  

“Good job,”  you mean to snap, to make him feel how you do.  (Small - so very, very small.)  Instead, it’s terribly quiet.  A whisper that gets lost to the cotton poplin.  “Now I’m jealous.”  And miserable and insecure.  All things you usually aren’t, that only Jeon Jungkook manages to bring out in you.

“Baby,”  he tries again, crushing you to his chest, jut of his chin resting atop your head.  His hugs had always been your favourite - swallowing you whole, making you feel safe - but it’s too much now, a prison cell rather than your familiar bed.  “I’m sorry.”  He’s kissing again, stamping his affection into the dark of your hair, brushing over and over with the soft of his lips, his rounded adorable nose,  “I thought—”

You know what he thought.  Know where he’d been coming from (a place of immaturity, a gilded golden room with Jeon Jungkook stamped across the door) but it doesn’t make it any better.

Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

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[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 13 / 25. PART 14 LINK.

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areum woke up to a bed in breakfast, the sweet smell of waffles in the morning made her inner child dance with joy. she always had a sweet tooth for sweet breakfast, but she can’t always eat sweet. but i suppose pregnancy short cut, jeno would do anything to satisfy the pregnant woman. on the side of the table next to the warm waffles, indicating it wasn’t long till areum woke up with the breakfast being made, it also contained fruits with strawberries and apples.

she’d sit up taking the plate lightly, pushing two pillows to sit up as they made the sitting position less uncomfortable, resting on the lower spine area. she wondered where jeno was.

speaking of the devil, jeno came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around the waistline, shamelessly showing the abs and the beautiful structure of his body. he smiles seeing areum awake and eating, turning to the closet. he felt her eyes on him for a few minutes before turning back to areum with a shirt in his hands.

“how you feeling?” jeno would ask with a slight smug, areum looking on the side clearing the throat. she can’t help but check out her boyfriend. his body had small droplets of water from the shower still running down the back. “i’m happy, sweet breakfast was served.” areum replies looking up.

jeno hums putting on the shirt and the lower clothing, areum was still feeling like this was just a dream and stuff; but she was thrilled to know jeno was alive. he sits on the edge of the bed bringing areum’s face where he pecks her forehead lovingly. “good, stay and relax alright. no more work either.”

areum groaning as her face fell on jeno’s shoulder, he laughs at the cute reaction, stroking back some hairs. “what will i do if i can’t work?” areum follows the convo. he’d hum, “well, we can figure it out together won’t we?”

she smiles at the cute answer pulling away. “i guess we will.” the two shared the comforting silence as their eyes watch each other so fondly.

“oh right,” areum spoke up nomming on the strawberry, jeno nodding to show he was listening. “will you let jaemin know you’re alive? or do you want to stay hidden for a bit considering yuta believes you’re actually dead?”

the man stood quiet, he felt bad lying to his own comrades and best friend but it will generally do a good surprise attack if yuta believes he is dead. areum already caught on too, so jeno simply hums in agreement. “keep it a secret, i’ll end the war once and for all. I’ll return to you and the baby alive.”

areum looking down at the second strawberry she brought it up to jeno’s lips, he leans down biting it with a short smile. “i’ll be waiting then, stay safe.” she’d say.

jeno pauses. “but for now, I’ll stay with you until you leave the cabin.” areum felt overwhelming amount of happiness and serotonin run the body, eyes lighting up at the words. she’d lean towards jeno holding his face in the hands. “i’m happier now.” areum tells softly.

jisung spoke on the call for about a hour and a half, who could it possibly be? it’s his girlfriend. the couple have a specific time to end considering phone bills are expensive as hell. but sometimes it’s hard to end the call when they want to speak together more and more.

their time limit was past that. jisung whining, “mina end the callll, our phone bill will be massive.” the girl on the other side of the call was quick to reply. “ Ji, i told you to do it.”

Haechan walking past the boy making vomiting sounds, jisung glaring at the annoying older he grabs the nearest pillow throwing it to the tan boy who ran away when seeing jisung grab the nearest object to throw. mina speaking, “i miss you so much, let’s meet soon again, yeah?”

jisung smiles ear to ear, he’s so whipped for her it’s unbelievable. “mhmm, i promise to meet you soon.”

The two shared a small laugh before jisung spoke again, shyly this time. “i love you mina.”

mina swore she blushed and jisung could see it through the phone call despite there being no camera involved. mina trailing with a happy tone. “I love you too, ji. i’ll end the call now alright? let’s text each other when we are able to.” mina reconfigured, jisung humming in agreement as he heard her ‘i love you back’, heart skipping a few large steps.

the call ended after a large beep heard. he closes his phone as he sighs looking up at the ceiling. he can’t wait to meet mina, it’s been a few months now that he hasn’t seen her. often they would FaceTime, sleep call and play games together when they are unable to see each other. heck, mina even did a cooking video call with jisung watching her make cook eggs— it didn’t really go that well considering jisung saw small flame.

nevertheless the chaotic youthful couple were making what they can out of the relationship. but now he can’t even face time her without mina being suspicious of the surroundings. he isn’t home. there are many loud soldiers that can distract him and mina too.

he will wait patiently. jisung has something planned actually for mina when he will see her face to face.

Haechan returns after running away for his life from a pillow, standing with a jelly packet as he noms on it. jisung watching haechan with a sting eye.

hyuck shrugging shoulders. “what?”

jisung murmuring without any interest and kindness towards haechan, “nothing.” haechan raising eyebrow he sat next to jisung. “something is up, I’m all ears.”

the younger boy facing his hyung that he doesn’t necessarily get along with the most, was willing to hear his worries and plans. Haechan smiles gently, “I get you, you don’t feel that safe sharing your thoughts but if it makes you feel better I’m probably the most honest person to share their opinion to you.”

he was right. Haechan wouldn’t sugarcoat it for jisung, jaemin might sugarcoat it considering he doesn’t want jisung to get hurt by facts and truth.

“alright, fair point.” jisung tilts his head giving in the nosey boy. hyuck smirks, “how long have you been with your girlfriend?”

“a year and a half.” jisung proudly says, haechan hawking forward in surprise. “whoa that’s a while, when will it be two years?”

“September, I really want to make our two years special though. i do have an idea but I’m not sure if that’s good enough.” he softly responds, haechan relaxing back. “what’s your idea?”

the boy’s face went slightly red especially those hamster baby face cheeks, hyuck smirking at the sight teasingly eyeing jisung. “i actually bought an apartment in the city with the money I’ve worked and saved for three years. it has two keys, one for me and one for mina.”

“I thought it might be a good idea considering we don’t really want to do another year of long distance. our love language is touch too so we can’t really feel satisfied being far away, so I was thinking maybe moving in together was the best idea.” jisung admits, though won’t that make him look clingy? maybe mina doesn’t want to move out anytime soon?

Haechan personally saw moving in as a next level of the relationship and it sorta made sense. they’re both young adults, why not? “I think that’s a very mature idea jisung, you should do it.”

“you think so?” jisung turns his head to the tan boy who nods multiple times. “yeah! I’m sure she feels the same as you. when the war ends, you should totally do it.”

for once jisung and haechan got along, over relationship advice.

jaemin and renjun cross a red X with a sharp board pen on the map that was circled. another warehouse that areum gave information from previously, destroyed and everything. all that’s left is one more warehouse and that will surely hold yuta’s base there.

renjun turns to jaemin with a serious look. “we will finish it, for jeno’s death.”

jaemin slowly nods with a sadden facial expression, renjun empathetically patting the man’s shoulder. “i’m sorry jaemin. for now let’s keep areum safe, she has the heir.”

the man wasn’t sure how to feel with a child being brought up in the mafia world honestly. for jeno it did not turn out well, for jaemin it’s the same. jaemin slowly spoke, “i don’t think i want to put pressure on his child, but it’s really not my choice to make.”

“but i don’t think areum would want her child to be raised straight into overbearing power of killings.”

ms kim would watch areum roaming the large backyard with the twins playing too. doyoung and jeno coming back to the long summer table with snacks and fulfilling fun size food to eat for everyone.

areum laughing in the distance with the tennis ball thrown far away, the dog running to fetch it. dalli and daehyun chasing the dog as if it were a competition to get the tennis ball first.

doyoung turns around to jeno, noticing the heart eyes watching areum enjoying the sunshine and calming day. “you’re so whipped, jeno.” he teased. jeno lightly scoffing, “trust me I’m more than whipped for areum.”

the older man grins at those words from the younger male, resting on his wife’s side. “jisoo taste the nachos, they’re pretty decent.” doyoung told as he finger fed his wife, who gave him a slight jokingly glare. “suddenly?” jisoo laughs, eating the chip anyways.

areum watching the dog with the children chase around each other as if it were a tag game, a sudden muscular soft gentle grip from behind was held with the hands under the belly bump. she swiftly turns her head only ajar.

“want to go and sit down?” jeno perks forward, areum softly nodding, holding hands once he lets go. the two made their way to the table with the other couple, sitting down once arriving.

jisoo smiles passing forward the snacks, areum not hesitating to devour her own plate of foods. honestly she’s getting more comfortable with eating larger portions! jeno sitting by, the couples were casually chatting amongst each other.

the man looks down to the swollen feet, awaiting the moment, doyoung and jisoo left the table to bring more lemonade for everyone. areum humming happily with a satisfied stomach. “that was some good nacho’s not going to lie.” areum told.

jeno shifts reaching to areum’s swollen ankles allowing both feet to rest on his legs. areum wide eyes looks around before shifting upwards, whispering. “yah what’s wrong?” she mutters. jeno softly pressed pressure on the reddish coloured ankles— massaging them.

a soft whine heard she leans back relaxing, the woman always had high tendencies to get swollen feet but that only happens when wearing high heels, though now it’s becoming more prominent to happen when she is pregnant. jeno looks at areum with a soft worried expression. “does it hurt? tell me when I’m hurting you, I’ll stop.” he trails, areum quick to speak back. “no, no. it’s a good type of pain, continue.”

this felt very deja vu to them. it’s not the first time he’s massaged her ankles. areum looking around cautiously. “this is embarrassing.”

jeno smirks. “don’t act like it’s your first time, nothing embarrassing about it anyways baby.” he’d reassure, areum squinting eyes at the man, sarcastically laughing. “aha ha ha, im surprised you remembered because i almost forgot.”

to keep the banter up, jeno loves his face forward to the woman, mischievous glint in the eyes. “how can i forget that when you looked hot in that satin dress?” areum’s lips part as she gently tapping hits the man’s chest, glancing back to the children approaching them. “yah be careful the kids are coming back!” areum scolds as her cheeks change colour to reddish tan.

dalli and daehyun hop on the couples lap together, dalli onto jeno’s as daehyun cuddled onto areum’s lap very securely and gently. the girl would shyly look at jeno when the man smiles. “could i get the honour of getting a kiss here please?” jeno said, finger pointing on his face. dalli stubbornly would say although she was quite in love with jeno’s soft demure. “okay since you asked nicely,” dalli replies, gently pecking the cheek.

jeno would wow in excitement causing the children to laugh a little. areum watching the scene from the very start, she hopes to keep this memory forever and never forget it; seeing her lover interacting with a child so wholesomely, truly set the bar high.

areum saw daehyun lightly rub the bump as he spoke gibberish that children do, as if he knew a baby would understand him. she awes at the sight, gently rubbing the soft black hair back on his head. “could the baby also get a kiss, daehyun-ah?” areum would ask in high pitch tone, the boy looking up at areum.

he didn’t hesitate to give areum what she asked for. daehyun pursing lips forward on top of the long beige summer-like dress, kissing the centre of the bump. areum clapping hands as she lifted daehyun on her lap again, kissing his cheek. “thank you my love.” areum praises.

jeno dwelling on the scene with daehyun and areum not breaking away. the sun hitting the smooth clear glistering glass skin, areum starting to have this pregnancy glow. she was getting more and more beautiful, jeno couldn’t grasp how but he wasn’t complaining.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work!

omg i wanna develop mina and jisung’s relationship smmm.

also yes, ms kim and mr kim = doyoung and jisoo😭😭 I love them both!!

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