Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

your girlfriend

pairing: scoups x f!reader, jeonghan x reader

word count: 2.2k

contains: threesome, fingering, intercourse (protected), masturbation (m), cum-tasting (it's brief; i'm so sorry), reader gets leg cramps

a/n: hahahahahahaha. this is so soft for a threesome, i truly indulged myself. tagging @husbandcheol for cheol feels. thanks @underratedlovedone for proofreading! hi @starlightjoong!

"you're doing it wrong"

jeonghan opens his mouth to respond to seungcheol's grumbling, quickly closing it when he sees your boyfriend slide out from behind you. seungcheol nudges him away, taking his place in front of you and massaging your calf.

when seungcheol and you had discussed the idea of bringing someone else into your bedroom for one night, you didn't think it would come to any fruition. your boyfriend gets sulky when you give anyone (even a dog) more attention than him - you had no reason to think he'd be okay with inviting a third person to participate in your activities. it seems that his friend jeonghan is an exception to that.

you were surprised by the offer but readily agreed, trusting both men fully. boundaries were drawn soon enough - the big one being that jeonghan keep his dick in his pants (something you had apologized for, but he had waved it away with a smile, saying he was just happy to be there).

everything was going fantastic until a few minutes ago. jeonghan was much softer than you would've expected, working three fingers into you to get you ready for your boyfriend's cock. it was quite the experience - sitting on the edge of the bed between seungcheol's legs while he pressed soft kisses on your neck, his praises mixing with his friend's.

then your penchant for getting leg cramps during sex bubbled up, and both men froze as your moans turned to yelps. "cramp", you had gritted out, leading your boyfriend to instruct an alarmed jeonghan to massage your calf. it seems jeonghan wasn't doing a good enough job, and seungcheol had now taken over.

"i was doing fine, you know", jeonghan mutters, side-eyeing seungcheol.

"you were too slow", seungcheol doesn't bother looking up, his eyes focused on your face as his fingers work on your muscles, "she's in pain, jeonghan".

"obviously you're faster, you're used to her", jeonghan rolls his eyes, looking at you and adding apologetically, "i'm sorry, angel. i tried".

"it's okay, hannie", you giggle, and his face lights up at the sound, "sorry about - well, this. not exactly what you signed up for".

jeonghan shakes his head and murmurs "it's not a problem" the same time seungcheol looks up and chides "do not apologize, baby", and you can't help but snicker at the situation. you're naked and extremely turned on while both jeonghan and seungcheol are shirtless, and you're all waiting for your stupid cramp to go away.

oh well. atleast jeonghan will remember the night.

"can i kiss you, angel?", jeonghan asks tentatively.

you look to your boyfriend and catch his wink. i'm okay with this if you are, it says.

"yeah", you smile, watching as he picks up your hand in response. he trails soft kisses up your arm to your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. ever the flirt.

"you're so pretty, angel", he kisses the corner of your mouth, and you can't help but blush under his attention.

"thought you were going to kiss her, jeonghan. not fall in love with her", seungcheol's voice interrupts the tender moment, and you look to your boyfriend to see him shaking his head fondly.

"so i did", jeonghan whispers over you lips, "and i would hate to keep you waiting, angel".

unlike your boyfriend, jeonghan kisses you slowly, teasingly. his tongue fleetingly touches your lips but doesn't go past them, his free hand coming up to touch the side of your neck lightly. the whole thing is a ploy to make you want more, and you do - finally snapping and pulling his head closer, swallowing the triumph chuckle that falls from his lips. you're almost completely immersed in the kiss, and you almost don't notice how your boyfriend's hands have stopped moving on your leg. almost.

"that was nice", jeonghan pulls back and chuckles, lifting your intertwined hands to place a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"yeah", you clear your throat, "nice".

"if the two of you have had your fun", seungcheol grumbles, making you look at him, "is there still pain, baby?"

"no", you move your leg to check, "no, it's fine now".

"okay", he looks at his friend, "jeonghan, hold her from behind".

jeonghan looks like he wants to protest for a second, but he follows - smoothly sliding behind you and wrapping his arms around your body. seungcheol moves to kiss you, his lips hard on yours as his hands weave into your hair, the feeling of his tongue on yours making you moan into the kiss.

"am i better?", he asks after pulling away, bringing you out of your haze.

"huh?", you blink, barely catching jeonghan whisper "seriously?" against your neck.

"that's my girl", your boyfriend smirks, moving to separate your thighs.

"she has to say that, she's your girlfriend", jeonghan nips at your ear, "don't worry, angel. i know who you like better".

"jeonghan", seungcheol chides, inching a hand towards your cunt, "keep her still".

the arms around you tighten as your boyfriend's finger touches your clit, rubbing light circles while his other arm keeps your thigh still. your moans are spurred on by jeonghan's praises in your ear, his hands moving to play with your nipples.

"she likes them pinched", seungcheol offers, his finger now circling your entrance.

"is that so?", jeonghan tugs at your nipples before pinching them lightly, "you like a bit of pain, angel?"

you whine a "yes", your head tipping back to rest against jeonghan's shoulder just as your boyfriend pushes in two fingers in your cunt. they curve in practiced come-hither motions, easily finding the sensitive spot inside you.

"do you like his fingers inside you, angel?", jeonghan asks teasingly, his fingers still on your breasts.

"he asked you a question, baby", seungcheol pipes in when you don't respond, a finger coming to circle your clit, "answer him, or i'll stop".

"yes", you gasp, feeling your orgasm approaching, "yes. please - cheoli - please - "

"come, baby", your boyfriend orders, "now".

you explode, trembling in jeonghan's arms as seungcheol's fingers help you ride out your high. your body goes lax against jeonghan's when you come down, and you shiver when he whispers "so good, angel. so good" in your ear. you watch from lidded eyes as seungcheol pulls out his fingers from you cunt, the digits glistening with your slick.

"want a taste?", his eyes meet his friend's.

jeonghan doesn't answer, choosing to lean forward as seungcheol brings his fingers to the former's mouth. you meet seungcheol's eyes as the sound of jeonghan sucking your slick fills the room, and an involuntary whimper escapes your lips.

"you like that, baby?", seungcheol's wet fingers touch your cheek, "how does she taste, jeonghan?"

"just decadent", jeonghan hums against your skin, "he's so lucky, angel. he gets to taste you whenever he wants".

"yes, i am", seungcheol presses a soft kiss on your lips, "very lucky. baby, do you want to stop now? what do you want to do?"

"want you to fuck me while hannie watches", you answer without hesitation, "if he's okay with it", you add softly.

"oh, i'm more than okay with it", jeonghan responds.

"it's decided, then", seungcheol pulls at the drawstrings on his sweatpants, "jeonghan, back up against the headboard. same position, hold her still".

jeonghan follows the order, coaxing you to move with him. his arms wrap around you while you spread your legs, watching as your boyfriend takes off his remaining clothes and grabs a condom from the nightstand. "good to know you kids are using protection", jeonghan comments, making you giggle as seungcheol rolls his eyes.

"i know he's big, angel", jeonghan comments as the two of you watch seungcheol roll on the latex, "but incase you want to try someone longer - "

"jeonghan", seungcheol growls.

"hey, i mean no harm", jeonghan's voice is conciliatory, but you can hear his smile, "just letting her know she has options".

seungcheol closes his eyes and swears, seemingly searching for patience.

"don't let him bother you, cheoli", you murmur soothingly, reaching for your boyfriend's hand, "and you", you turn to look at jeonghan, "stop poking him".

"but it's so fun", he protests, taking in your narrowed eyes, "fine, fine. i'll stop bothering your cheoli".

"will you please fuck me now?", you turn and pout at seungcheol, watching as his eyes soften, "please?"

"ofcourse, baby", his hands caress your thighs before lifting them up, exposing your cunt, "feeling empty, mm?"

"yeah", you whimper when he slaps his cock against your cunt, feeling your blood rush at jeonghan's low curses, "cheol - please".

"take a deep breath, baby", he positions the head against your entrance, "jeonghan?"

"i know", the arms around you tighten.

you moan as seungcheol pushes his cock into you slowly, his eyes on your face to look for any signs of discomfort. you feel jeonghan press soft kisses on the side of your head as you close your eyes and try to get used to the stretch, clenching around seungcheol's cock at the praises both men murmur at you.

"i'm good now", you breathe, "you can move. please".

seungcheol pecks your lips softly before pulling out and thrusting back in, both of you moaning at the sensation. he fucks into you at a frustratingly slow speed, not giving into your pleas.

"he's a tease, isn't he?", jeonghan's voice is slightly uneven, his cock digging against your back, "if it was me, i would give you whatever you wanted, angel".

seungcheol thrusts in sharply, increasing his speed suddenly like you've been begging him to. maybe you should invite jeonghan more often.

"yeah, it's not you, jeonghan", he keeps up the speed, groaning through his retort, "it's me. isn't that right baby?"

you mewl at his possessive words, whining his name when he brings a finger to your clit.

"answer him, angel", jeonghan murmurs, pinching your nipples.

"yes - ah”, your eyes roll back as seungcheol's fingers quicken, your high approaching at the assault, "yours, cheoli. just - yours - please - "

"wanna come, baby?", your boyfriend grunts, "go ahead. milk my cock".

his words are enough to make you fall off the edge and you explode around his cock, watching as he thrusts in a few more times before his hips stutter, a long-drawn moan escaping his lips. your hands rest on his skin as you lean against jeonghan, your pants filling up the room.

"well, that was something", jeonghan breaks the silence, leading you and seungcheol to chuckle.

"told you, you won't regret it", your boyfriend gives you a brief kiss before getting up to discard the condom, while jeonghan slides from behind you to grab the bottle of water from the nightstand, handing it to you with a small smile.

"how you feeling, baby?", seungcheol wraps his arms around you, accepting the bottle from your hand, "you okay?"

"yeah", you look at jeonghan, who is scrolling through his phone, pointedly ignoring the two of you.

"what is it?", seungcheol whispers in your ear.

"cheoli", you whisper back, "he didn't come. look, he's hard".

"i see", he hums contemplatively, "you want him to, baby? i don't mind. you wanna ask him?"

"okay", you murmur.

"hannie", the man in question looks up with a smile, and you feel suddenly shy under his gaze, "want you to feel good too".

"i'm okay, angel", he soothes, "i had fun".

"she means she wants to see you jerk off", seungcheol supplies helpfully, grinning when you whine at his phrasing, "i said i'm fine with it, as long as you are".

"oh", an uncharacteristic blush adorns jeonghan's cheeks, "well. if that's what you want, angel".

seungcheol holds you from behind while moving you to face jeonghan, watching as he takes out his cock and runs his fingers on it slowly, closing his eyes and swearing softly.

he was right, you can't help but think, he's longer.

you look down when you feel strong hands pushing your thighs apart, whimpering when seungcheol runs his fingers lightly up your cunt.

"i know, baby. i know", he whispers when you whine, "let's give jeonghan something to look at, mm? see how much he likes it, mm?"

you clench when you catch jeonghan's reverent expression, his eyes fixed on your cunt while he thrusts his cock into his hand.

"you like how he looks, baby?", your boyfriend coos in your ear, his finger on your clit getting you closer to the edge, "tell him, baby. tell him he looks pretty".

"so pretty", you whine, feeling your third orgasm closing in, unable to look away from jeonghan's cock, "you're so pretty, hannie".

"fuck", jeonghan's hand stutters as he comes, and the visual is enough to set off your own orgasm. one of seungcheol's arms keeps you in place while the other helps you ride out your high, his lips whispering praises in your ear while jeonghan watches with lidded eyes.

"wanna have a taste?", jeonghan asks after both of you have calmed down a little, holding out his cum-covered hand.

"just this once", seungcheol sighs when you look to him.

you take the offered fingers in your mouth and grimace at the bitter taste. you've never been fond of the taste of a semen, but you've gotten somewhat used to your boyfriend's.

"aughhh", you groan, closing your eyes out of exhaustion, "you taste better, cheoli".

a sleepy smile slips on your face when jeonghan's indignant voice exclaims "she has to say that, she's your girlfriend!"

Sticky Notes [Request]

→ summary: You and Yoongi aren’t very good with words. But there’s a perfect, nonverbal form of communication that might just help tie your relationship back together.

→ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader | PG-13

→ genre: 80% mellow angst, 20% fluff | est. relationship!au

→ warnings: profanity (a scary argument 🥺)

→ wordcount: 5k

→ a/n: my second request! i hope i did domestic yoongi justice!!

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The Life We Build

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff ?? i think that's it

A/N: originally posted to my old blog (basicallybats). i was originally writing it as an eddie munson fic, but i really wanted it to be jason, so if you notice any typos or mistakes, no you don't. as always, thank you for reading! <3 i do not give permission to copy, repost, or use my work in any way.

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"We need to go to the grocery store."

Your hands are buried in Jason's hair, thick waves curling around your fingers, soft and smelling faintly of your conditioner.

"Huh? Why?"

He tips his head back, so he can see your face, fingers freezing, a page caught between them. You recognize the book. It's your annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice. A soft smile curls at your lips, something painfully saccharine about the fact he prefers your copy; your thoughts.

"Because we have no food, Jay. Did you use my conditioner again?"

"Yeah."

"I know. I can smell it on you."

He snorts, eyes closing as you continue to massage his scalp, shaking his head lightly. "Then why did you ask?"

"I just wanted you to 'fess up. Now c'mon, we need to get food, for real. There's like, half a jar of peanut butter and a beer."

"Sounds like a decent enough dinner."

You remove your hands from his soft locks, and he whines, sitting up and carefully setting your book on the bed beside him. Jason doesn't want to go, you know that, can see the distaste and boredom brewing in his eyes already, but he will go, for you.

"Fine. Get dressed. Let's go."

You pull on an old, well-worn tee of his, slipping on your shoes and trailing him down the hall. He holds open the front door for you, locks it behind himself, jogs down the stairs to meet you at the passenger side door, swinging it open with a flourish.

The drive to the store is quiet, Jason tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music on the radio, bobbing his head gently, one hand on your thigh. The smile on your face didn't go unnoticed as he snuck glances at you out of the corner of his eyes.

Gotham is a god-forsaken place. Smog, trash, the highest crime rate in the nation, and a mile-long list of casualties. Jason remembers what it felt like to be back. The whisper of trauma is at the forefront of his mind. The memories, good and bad, all shot through with something unshakeably bitter. Part of him will always love Gotham, just as part of him will always hate it. But you- You are beautiful. The sort of beautiful that frequently had his heart stalling, breath burning in his lungs when he forgot how to breathe at the sight of your sunny smile, and bright eyes. Your personality and laugh, uncensored and genuine.

You are Jason's diamond in the rough. He can't bring himself to hate Gotham quite the way he did before you, but he can't shake the thought that you'll never reach your full potential here. A flower without enough sunlight can't fully bloom. Fuck, everyone knows Gotham is where good things go to die.

As Jason grabs a shopping cart you walk next to him, sliding your arm through his, a sort of camaraderie.

"We should make a casserole this week," you suggest, eyes reading the signs above the aisles, trying to piece together a meal plan in your head.

"What kind of casserole?"

You sigh, distracted, uncertain. "I don't know. Never mind. I've never even made a casserole."

He bumps his hip against yours gently, silently asking for your attention. He waits until you look at him to speak, lips twitching into a soft smile. "We have that cookbook your grandma gave us. And lasagna counts as a casserole. You've made that plenty of times."

"Does it?"

"Sure."

He's bent on reassurance. Jason knows this is new; cooking is hardly your forte. It would be easier to let him do the cooking, but you've been so eager, and you're taking to it really well. He hates the insecurity bubbling in your voice, he wants it gone. At his insistence, you soften, a bit of tension leaving your shoulders as you nod.

"Okay, we can make lasagna. And what else?"

Your gaze catches on the fresh flowers, bright and fragrant, their sweet smell permeating the air. You look at Jason, desperately curious to see if they've caught his attention too, but they haven't. He's looking at a rack of magazines, leather jacket pulled taught across his shoulders, green eyes crinkling in the corners as he squints at the cover of the newest scandal magazine.

"Good God, Dick is on the cover of another fucking tabloid. I thought he-"

It's an odd thought, this sudden need to pick out flowers with your boyfriend. You long to talk about where you should put them, what color would match your sofa and look nicest in front of the window.

"Jason."

It's not the fact you use his name, his birth name, though this is unusual for you. It's always 'baby' or 'Jay' or 'babes'. No, it's the way you say it. Thick and serious, something he hadn't quite heard before, an almost severe expression taking over your pretty features.

"Y/N? Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing, just- Can we get some flowers?" He watches you shake your head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

It's the domesticity of it. A tender, mundane thing catching up to you as those things often do. Something painfully sweet about it, stability your life lacked until Jason. And now? Now going to the grocery store with him was better than anything you did before. Like cooking, like cleaning, like laying in bed all day, face pressed mercilessly into his skin, breathing him in as he reads to you, just because you could. It was an insatiable craving, one you needed fulfilled right now.

"Sure, baby. You wanna pick some out?"

Your nod is almost imperceptible, arm still curled around his, goosebumps creeping along your flesh. He sees. Sees the light in your eyes, knows you need this moment. Jason knows that every day like this erases those brutally lonely hours from before. Minutes marked with blood and grief, a bitter memory. He knows because these moments do the same for him, setting things right he wasn't sure could be fixed.

Fuck, he'll buy all the flowers here if it brings the carefree smile back to your lips. "What kind do you want?"

"I- I'm not sure. Anything. I'll know the right ones when I see 'em."

He peruses the bouquets, at a loss, this is far outside his comfort zone, but if it makes you happy.

Your wonder hurts his heart, wide eyes and shock every time you find new colors squished together, or flowers you haven't seen before. You should have been given flowers all the time. He checks the price of the bunch in his hands and winces. What he wouldn't give to buy you flowers like this every day. Maybe he should, he thinks.

"How about these?"

Your eyes fall on the wild bouquet of rich, wine roses, flowers in full bloom, overlapping each other, fighting for the gaze of the beholder. They're gorgeous, you can feel them without touching the silken petals, velvet. "They're nice."

He sees it on your face, the dismissal, the gentle rejection. The flowers are pretty, too pretty even, gaudy, and suffocating. They're the type of thing that would fit well in Bruce's home, but not yours. Far too formal, far too showy; you want something sweeter.

"They don't match… Anything at home."

"We'd have to pick weeds to match our apartment."

His words come too fast, voice flat, deadpan, shooting for humor, missing, falling by the wayside in a shallow bitterness. He sees the hurt in your expression the instant the words gush past his lips, a geyser of ill-timed distress. Fumbling, rushing forward, trying to make it right, he presses on. "I'm kidding. That was an exaggeration. We make a nice life. It's just we-"

He stops, letting the chatter of other patrons and the store radio fill the silence as he watches tears build in your eyes, shimmering beneath the harsh fluorescents.

"I'm kidding."

You know he wasn't. He meant the words, frustrated with dead-end jobs and your meager incomes, scraping by with just enough. He wanted more for you, more for himself, more of a future. But all you heard was the immediate dissatisfaction. It wasn't enough, it was never enough.

You shove the small cluster of sunflowers you're holding into his chest, plastic wrapping crinkling, flowers smushed against his chest with the severity of your action.

"I need to use the restroom. You can put these back. I'll meet you at the checkout."

"Baby I- Y/N!"

You run. There's not enough care in your bones to think about how odd it is for a grown woman to be running through the store, stumbling into the restroom, tears already tracking down her face.

Hands braced against the cool countertop, you stare at the water droplets scattered across the laminate from whoever last washed their hands. It's a fascinating pattern, water catching the light. A tear falls, splatters on the surface, and shines too. How pathetic are you that you're hiding in here, waiting for the onslaught of emotion to pass before you can face your boyfriend again? Before you can face his disdain?

Minutes drag by, the tears slowing and finally stopping. Red eyes stare back at you, bloodshot and hollow. With a harsh tug, you turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on your face, hoping it soothes the obvious signs of crying.

Time is up, you can't stall any longer. With a fortifying gulp of oxygen, you drag the paper towel harshly across your face, wiping away the water, and push the door open. Jason is waiting there, shopping cart abandoned a few feet away, leaning against the wall, local business cards pinned to the wall next to store notices, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Baby."

You're frozen, eyes locked on the overlapping flyers and cards on the wall over his shoulder, unable to meet his gaze. Jason can see it. The remnants of salt tracks on your cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lashes clumped together from the water you hastily splashed on your face in a harried attempt to cover your reaction. 

He wishes he could rewind, take back the past few minutes, and unsay those words, spare you the heartache. He knows he can't; it's a pointless wish, spent in vain like the coins he tossed in the well with his mother all those years ago. 

"Baby," he repeats, voice low, shoulders sagging when you ignore him. "Y/N, just look at me, please."

His voice isn't him, isn't Jason, viscid like a flower soaked with dew, drooping beneath his regret. He's too pretty, too serious, you shouldn't let him wallow in it, you know that. But his words were too real, too close to that oozy, rotten spot in your heart that cries for acceptance. 

It takes everything in you to drag your gaze to his, jarring when you meet those eyes, deep and sorry, churning like an earthen ocean, soil and sediment devouring itself. It's like watching the earth cave in. It's alarming, unsettling, it makes you want to touch his face and beg for the promise that it's all okay. 

Is it though?

"I'm sorry. What I said- It came out wrong. I would never insult the life we've built, I-"

"You did though, Jay. You did insult it. You pissed all over it."

Jason winces at your bluntness, nearly an idiom, yet far from it. He focuses on your words, playing them over and over, watching your lips twist sardonically, building a wall around yourself. "It's fine, okay? I get it."

"No, you don't." He finds his voice, gruff with the nasty feeling building in his stomach, unable to be gentle in the wake of his own despondency. 

"Can we just go home? I don't want to have this conversation here."

Movements stilted, uncoordinated he moves to the abandoned shopping cart, hands wrapping around the handle in a white-knuckled grip. He takes two steps, yanks the cart back, and turns to you so abruptly that you nearly collide with his chest. 

"No. No, we are going to have this conversation now, otherwise you'll never have it. You know damn well I wasn't insulting you, or our home, or our life."

Blank-faced, eyes a hollow shade of their usual verdancy, you don't show any sign you really heard his words. 

He's never felt this before, desperate and shaky with wanting- no needing you to understand. Why does this feel so insurmountable? His hands land on your shoulders, large, hot, scarred, shaking just enough to inspire a rise out of you. 

You swat his hands away, fresh tears burning tracks down your face, humiliating, telling. "I care, okay! Damn you, Jason, I care!"

You suck in air too fast, choke on it, a strangled sob dancing on your lips, free falling. Hands useless on his chest, feigning a shove, curling in his soft tee shirt and pulling him closer. Tucked away in your little nook, no one is around, no one sees the mania tainting the air. Lovers begging forgiveness for the transgression of misunderstanding. 

He buries his face in your hair, hiding his face, hiding his relief at your touch, at your admission. "I care too. I care that I've tied you to this hell hole with almost no chance of getting out."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Jason can barely hear, your voice smothered by his chest, the fabric of his shirt, his hearing a bit unreliable from too many head wounds. "Get what?"

"I don't want more. I don't want... I don't know what you envision, but my happiness is this. Buying groceries with you and, and- Gotham. My happiness is fucking Gotham if I'm here with you. I don't need-"

"You deserve-"

"Do not interrupt me, Jason Todd!"

He recoils, stung, chastised, conceding quickly, lips pressed into a thin line. "Okay."

"I do not need anything more. I don't need a big house or a safer city to play in or whatever it is you think I ought to have. Deserve? I don't even know what that means. But I want you, and I'm content with this life. Until you start picking it apart and making it seem like it's not good enough for you. I cannot tolerate that. I won't." 

He waits, the silence stretching on and on, like the fraying string on a shirt that refuses to snap, until he is certain you're finished.

"You're right."

"That's all?"

"No. It's much more than that. But-"

He releases you, feeling your hands release his shirt slowly, confused as he steps back, raking his hands through his hair. 

"You asked me so nicely for flowers. Let's start again. And we can finish at home, like you asked."

You blink. Once, twice, three times, trying to process, waiting to see if any argument floats to the surface of thought, but none does. Nodding, you step to his side, following him quietly to the tables of flowers once more. 

It happens at the same moment, your eyes find the simple bunch of sunflowers and baby's breath the second his do. Understated and sweet, the type of flowers to catch your eye and hold it with a strange fascination. 

"These?" you ask, eyes never leaving the buds, fingers tentatively caressing the soft petals. 

"Yeah. I like those. They're pretty."

They are pretty. And suddenly, you need to see him, touch him. Placing the bouquet back you turn to him, cool hands pressed to his warm cheeks, eyes tracing soft lips, and the strong line of his nose. Those eyes that say secret things to you, things his lips could never speak. The panic and overwhelming nature of the trip are still fresh in your mind, but his eyes say he understands, his eyes reflect the same image as yours and it's less. Less upsetting, less frustrating, less misconstrued. 

"I get it too."

Your words soothe the cuts on his heart, shallow and stinging like paper cuts. His lips are on yours before he knows what's happening, no self-control left at this moment.

It's over too fast, a promise, a vow, an apology. You know; you feel it, trying to pass over all of your love in return. It's enough, more than enough because he smiles when he pulls away, kisses a trail up your nose to your forehead, and into your hairline. 

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you, Y/N."

Gotham isn't much, your apartment isn't much, and a single bouquet of flowers in your drab little living room is hardly anything at all. But it's plenty for you, plenty for Jason. It's enough. 

“it’s easy, dad.”

summary: Iseul has a thing or two to teach his dad

pairing: kim namjoon x reader genre: dad!bts, family fluff word count: 580+ tags/warnings: mentions children, just a frustrated Joon trying to braid hair

a/n: [reposting because tags] for anon, ahh it’s finally here, i’m so sorry for taking so long. it’s a shorty but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! I hope you enjoy it as well~

Eunjoo can’t seem to stay still long enough for Namjoon to gather all of her hair in one hand.

“Aigo, stay still, flower,” Namjoon huffs, pulling her hair messily, “the sooner we get this done the sooner you can play with hyung.”

Eunjoo bounces impatiently and starts to whine, “mommy never takes this long,” she drawls.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, smiling, “and right now mommy is busy so-“

“Ouch, daddy! You’re pulling my hair too hard,” Eunjoo is on the brink of a meltdown, scratching her scalp where Namjoon tugged a little too hard.

“Dad?” Iseul walks in and stares at the two before stepping in the space between Namjoon and his little sister.

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colour of your shirt

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, crack, fluff

summary: when you're close to your soulmate your shirt changes to their favorite color. yn hates taehyung's favorite color.

warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of blood, mentions of puking.

introduction

info about soulmates/system

part one | moving

part two | a lot of staring

part three | plan b

part four | no

part five | i don't need a soulmate

part six | no attraction

part seven | please tell me you do. i don't.

part eight | he's gonna be fine

part nine | a smile

part ten | one: headache

part eleven | mistake

part twelve | woke up crying

part thirteen | two: sickness

part fourteen | agreement

part fifteen | three: chest pains

part sixteen | a nosebleed

part seventeen | four: shaking

part eighteen | burning cheeks

part nineteen | in need

part twenty | hope it lasts...it didn't.

part twenty one | some explaining

part twenty two | misunderstandings

part twenty three | burning cheeks and fluttering hearts

part twenty four | texting mom

part twenty five | handsome

part twenty six | taking it slow

part twenty seven | no tip

part twenty eight | tease

part twenty nine | taehyung dom

part thirty | baby

part thirty one | blue hair

part thirty two | yellow tattoo

part thirty three | falling for you.

end

thank u so much for reading !!

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Hold the Door | KNJ

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Synopsis: Will you ever have a normal elevator ride with Namjoon?

Word Count: 8.3k | read on ao3

Genres, Content Warnings, & Themes: Enemies to lovers, neighbors, angst, arguing / fighting, weed, dirty talk, smut (unprotected sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, semi-public sex)

Author’s Note: Written for this “anon” 😉, who has an incredible recurring dream about Namjoon! (Wish we were all just as lucky!) Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy, dear friend!

Permanent Taglist: @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld @greezenini @missbickerbocker @dearbambideer @helenazbmrskai @morti13 @skyys-universe @somewhereofftheglobe @imaginativedreams @dreamamubarak @m-yg93 @elyte @awinkies​

Saturday 4:42 PM

“Great, I was wondering whether this day would get any better.”

The sideways, questioning, but dazed glance that your best friend gives you is as flat as the tone with which your words fall to the, as-of-yet, unreplaced carpet in your apartment building’s lobby. Her lips are obscured by the tall, heavy stack of boxes contained in a brown bag, safely clutched and pinned to her body. And her face is mostly hidden by the massive bunch of pink and yellow balloons that are tied around her shoulder to keep them from floating away. But you know that she’s shooting you a pout of confusion.

You couldn’t lift your arms to press the elevator call button the first time, given that you’re weighed down by all the shopping bags. So you jut your elbow out again to gesture backwards and focus her attention on the nightmare who has just walked into your building.

To the unwitting soul, the navy, knit beanie and matching navy t-shirt and sweatpants shuffling toward you might have been pleasant to look at. Thrilling, even, judging by the look in your best friend’s eye, squinting and appraising, like a jeweller’s eye behind a glass. 

She doesn’t really know what she’s looking at.

“The answer, by the way, is a resounding no,” you say quickly, hoping to head off further questioning.

“But he’s hot,” she raves, the brown paper crinkling at her breath.

The elevator’s friendly ding! can’t come soon enough, and when it does, you quickly step into the back corner.

“Hold the door!” the navy-clad man calls from the entryway. His voice booms throughout the lobby. Even your doorman turns to peek inside.

Your best friend — or, now, ex-best friend — plants herself between the elevator doors. “That giant, steamy slice of beefcake is a no?” she asks, turning to face you.

“You heard me!” you repeat.

You step forward, kicking at her feet to move her out of the way. She kicks back, at a slight advantage with her heels. But then a new set of toes come into view. Toes outlined by navy plastic. 

“Namjoon,” you grumble as politely as you can, as you look up from his toes and into his face.

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bittersweet | jeon wonwoo (masterlist)

☆.*+ seventeen social media au

★ synopsis: in which y/n and wonwoo are forced to share an apartment in secret.

★ taglist: to join the taglist, sign up with the google form!

★ genre: good morning call!au, college!au, roommate!au, enemies to lovers, fake dating, angst, fluff, comedy

★ pairings: jeon wonwoo x female reader

★ start: june 18th, 2021     ★ end: july 23, 2021

☆.*+ profiles

★ profiles 1

★ profiles 2

★ profiles 3

☆.*+ chapters

★ prologue pt. 1

★ prologue pt. 2

★ one. our love is real

★ two. spice tolerance

★ three. broken

★ four. photo frame

★ five. iced americano

★ six. chefs kiss

★ seven. the rules

★ eight. national treasure

★ nine. if you're happy

★ ten. dilf

★ eleven. you can be my teacher

★ twelve. 71%

★ thirteen. healed

★ fourteen. hot girl summer

★ fifteen. photosynthesizing

★ sixteen. love u forever

★ seventeen. under the moonlight

★ eighteen. anything for you

★ nineteen. is your boyfriend single

★ twenty. exposed

★ twenty one. for the better

★ twenty two. i'll make it up to you

★ twenty three. new addition

★ bonus! binki

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ෆ

ෆ synopsis: kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

ෆ pairing: college student! ksy x reader (gn)

ෆ genre: fluff, humor, romance

ෆ series warnings: anxiety/insecurities, cursing, food/drinks, ksy’s character is extremely 🥺🤧

ෆ status: completed

ෆ started: feb 1st - may 23rd, 2022

ෆ a/n: I noticed that i tend to write a lot along the lines of angst or serious/mature themes so i'm really excited to switch to something more relaxed, fluffy, and feel-good. this is 100% a comfort fic. please let me know if I missed any warnings!

wondernus main masterlist

profiles: [X], [X], [X]

chapters:

0. prologue

1. bag

2. wallet

3. keys

4. phone

5. earphones

6. water bottle

7. glasses

8. reusable straw

9. pens

10. notebook

11. planner

12. receipts

13. lip balm

14. snacks

15. trash

16. textbooks

17. hat

18. umbrella

19. reusable bag

20. watch

21. small pouch

22. vitamins

23. bandages

24. painkillers

25. perfume

26. hand sanitizer

27. hand wipes

28. tissues

29. ear plugs

30. toothpicks

31. cough drops

32. masks

33. spf

34. breath mints

35. folders

36. laptop

37. portable charger

38. calculator

39. charm

40. utensils

41. cushion

42. polaroid

43. dog treats

44. end

bonus chapters:

josh in vegas

himbos

them

the masterlist.

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