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[14:09] it was a warm afternoon as you were strolling through where dilucs tavern laid, cheerfully waving at those who were working. it was a perfect day to go on a nice dip in the secret nook that you had found in a small cave; it looked like it had been set up beforehand but you thought nothing of it.
“i can’t wait to soak in the water,” you hum to yourself as you had reached the covered entrance (slightly thick leaves cover it). “these new candles will be great as well.”
you set your stuff to the side as the steam of the water had you sighing; reaching to remove any jewellery. you look back as you unlace your slightly lacy lavender spring dress bring your arms together as the dress drops.
splash!
your heart drops as you turn quickly to where the water was and there he was; diluc ragnvindr submerged in the water with his arms leaning against the wall. “well don’t stop on my account.”
suddenly it was hot so hot that your legs pressed together and the dress was suffocating. the man I front of you had been teasing you and flirting with you quite confidently which was out of character.
you had no clue that he had found out that you had returned his feelings as well therefore his confidence boost.
“diluc!” you squeaked slowly losing grip on the dress, your breath coming out short. he only tutted before gliding forward, the water nearly exposing him as he reaches where you were at. “how..how did you find out..”
“about this place? well I’ve known for ages,” he raised a brow before looking you up and down. it was then that your grasp on your dress slipped leaving you exposed. “sweet barbatos…”
he eyed you up hungrily causing you to flush but with a sudden braveness, you had approached him and lean down. “diluc…don’t stare at me like that”
“sorry beautiful but your hard to resist,” he said appreciating the view before grasping you and pulling down. it had caught you off guard that you squealed before being submerged and then rising to where your bare chest was touching him. his arms caging you in with no escape.
a hungry look in his eyes ready to devour you within a single second. you make eye-contact with him, his gaze so heavy causing a blush to erupt, his arms tightening, around you allowing now escape.
“diluc..!” you had whimpered bring your hands against his chest, nails scrapping against it leaving red marks.
“you’re going to make me lose my mind!” he grunted before swiftly meeting your lips with such passion that it made up for the clumsiness of it.
he was going to devour you; mentally, psychically and body.
zosan where sanji has a fascination with zoro’s arms and zoro is obsessed with sanji’s legs. totally only because they appreciate the other’s prowess in battle and not because they want the other to choke them with said limbs. this appreciation could absolutely escalate further, traveling along related musculature and landing in more non-platonic places. sanji’s eyes were usually trained on zoro’s tensed forearms and biceps but have been sneaking over to his plump pecs. he’s been violently trying to will away any thoughts of his nice tits. zoro usually watched for a flaming gastrocnemius and quads bulging with power, but he can’t help but soak in the view of sanji’s glutes. in other words, he’s got a nice ass.
It's their turn! 💛❤️✨
(Extra context of the meme below (mini fic?)!!!)
After the events of Red Robin, Babs and Luke inform Jean-Paul of the issues and problems going on among the bats. During a mission, Bruce got hurt again and has been benched, meaning the situation of "Dick covering for Batman" is once again back in town. This creates a lot of tension among Dick, Damian, Tim, Jason and Bruce, making it almost impossible for them to work together.
Having their hands full with actual city saving, Luke and Babs called JP to ask him to go back and help for a while. Luke does apologize for it, since he knows JP is way happier in Europe and working on his own. It's not that JP doesn't like Gotham, but he grew tired of Bruce and Dick treating him like trash, so he left months after Jason had that - violent encounter with Tim on Titans Tower.
Jean-Paul admits that was part of the problem too; he didn't like it that Bruce seemed so at peace with Tim getting hurt. And Tim... Tim allowed Bruce to ignore his pain. That was maddening, btw, and Jean-Paul had snapped a few times against Tim, screaming that he shouldn't let Bruce walk over him.
Whatever. Jean-Paul had left. He went to Europe and traveled, getting rid of the order of st. Dumas by himself alone, and then getting rid of other groups equally awful and cruel. It was a tiring, slow job. He traveled a lot, and from time to time visited Brian in Spain to chat, but mostly he focused on ending the cycle of violence that he had been raised into. Eventually he did, and just months later, Luke and Babs call.
Being back in Gotham is - weird. It has been years, and Jean-Paul feels uncomfortable around Jason and Damian. His dislike towards Dick hasn't lowered, and it has stayed as a mutual feeling, although JP can't help to feel a bit of pity for Dick when he sees how tired and old Dick looks once he takes off the Batman cowl. But hey, didn't Dick argue that JP wasn't worthy? Then perhaps he should carry the weight of the mantle he insisted JP tainted.
Mostly, JP doesn't like being back at Gotham. Until he sees Tim.
Tim, who has - grown into such a smart, beautiful and sassy young man. Tim, who wears eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick. Tim, with acrilic nails as sharp as Catwoman's. Tim, with a perfume even more hypnotizing than Poison Ivy. Tim, lethal and beautiful. Tim, that makes JP's knees tremble as if he's a teenage virgin boy.
And it gets worse when they start working together. Huge news! Ofc JP had been called back because Tim refused to work with the bats anymore, and it's JP's duty to work with him and push him back to Babs (she does understand that Tim doesn't want to be close to the others, but she worries about Tim being alone, and doesn't want him going out without any support). And doing that is hell, because JP falls hard and deep for Tim.
JP is sure that he was completely whipped by the end of the third week working together. Maybe even sooner.
That's how Luke learns about it, since JP is awful at hiding his crushes. And Luke has the nerve to laugh, telling JP to ask Tim out as if Tim wasn't way out of JP's league! Does Luke enjoy seeing him suffering? JP thinks he will go crazy if he has to hear one more phrase about taking risks...
And yet JP follows Luke's advice: He asks Tim out.
He asks Tim out in a chat. A grupal chat. With Luke on it. And maybe he's hugging his cat George all the time while waiting for Tim to reply.
Against all logic, Tim says yes, and then texts JP on their private chat (the one that's supposed to be used for cases only), saying just one sentence:
"You're adorable, Jean-Paul."
For the record, the first date goes great. JP manages to get to third base, and Tim smirks smugly while murmuring "Puppy" on JP's ear, nails holding his long blonde hair to keep him in place: At Tim's mercy.
“𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟!! (≧∇≦)/ !! ”
shohei haizono x reader
warning: might be ooc, suggestive, and consumption of alcohol (shots).
It was a Friday night, or atleast from what you could remember. What you do know is that you, Leo (surprisingly) and Sho were playing truth or dare, at your "dorm". It started off as just playing video games and watching movies and then Leo suggested to play truth or dare with a twist. Because they were "adults" now he wanted to include taking shots into the classic truth or dare game.
The game is simple 2 or more players gather around a bottle. One of the players spins it, and whoever the bottle lands on asks one of the players, "Truth or Dare." When the player chooses if they don't want to answer the question or do the dare, depending on what level of intensity it was, the Player takes 3 or more shots.
Clearly, he was just tryna get drunk (and both him and sho aren't allowed outside of DarkWick because one of them was slacking on a mission, so he couldn't go to a club this was the best alternative).
This whole time, Leo had literally been making it hell for both you and Sho whenever the bottle lands on him. If you choose dare, it's something so embarrassing you're not gonna do, and if you choose truth, it's a question you don't want to answer. So, as of right now, you're the drunkest person in the room.
You're starting to get all giggley and smiley and stuff. It's so obvious that mentally, you're not even on earth anymore. Leo leaves the room for a bit because bathroom break, you guess. It's your turn to spin the bottle, but you don't want to wait for Leo to get back. As soon as you spin the bottle, it's surprising it ends up on you.
You smile and giggle to yourself as you slopishly point over to sho. "Truth...or dare?" Sho thinks for a second before responding with "Dare." To which you reply with a giggle "Take your shirt off!! ♡"
Did you really just say that? Sho blinks twice before replying dumbfounded awkward smile on his face. "You're joking, right?" You aggressively shake your head 'no'. "I mean, it's getting hot in here...so I'm jus tryna help you out, bro."
Sho sighs before doing as requested, and he takes his white t-shirt off, leaving him in only his pants. To which you excitedly clap as if you just won the lottery (he found it kinda cute). "You look so hot under all that, Sho!" "Thanks, I guess..."
You slowly got a little bit closer before stopping, "Can I touch them?" Sho rolled his eyes and sighed, "Whatever..." You smile with glee as you pounce on him like an animal. Too focused on touching his abs, you fail to realize how close you guys are right now. You have yet to even look at Shos' face, if only you saw how red he was.
"What the fuck." An phone camera flashes the both of you. "Are you really tryna fuck that NPC...Sho I literally only left for five minutes. Control your urges." He placed a hand on his hip, looking disgusted.
"Leo tell me you did not just take a photo..." "OH wow, look at the time. Gotta go bye!" Never in your life have you ever saw someone run so fast. Sho softly pushes you off him and instantly gets up and starts chasing Leo at 3x the speed Leo was going.
You take a good look at where you were and take in everything around you before sighing, "He left his shirt :(."
a/n: this has got to be the corniest thing I have ever written, and I might delete this later 💀
“𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟!! (≧∇≦)/ !! ”
shohei haizono x reader
warning: might be ooc, suggestive, and consumption of alcohol (shots).
It was a Friday night, or atleast from what you could remember. What you do know is that you, Leo (surprisingly) and Sho were playing truth or dare, at your "dorm". It started off as just playing video games and watching movies and then Leo suggested to play truth or dare with a twist. Because they were "adults" now he wanted to include taking shots into the classic truth or dare game.
The game is simple 2 or more players gather around a bottle. One of the players spins it, and whoever the bottle lands on asks one of the players, "Truth or Dare." When the player chooses if they don't want to answer the question or do the dare, depending on what level of intensity it was, the Player takes 3 or more shots.
Clearly, he was just tryna get drunk (and both him and sho aren't allowed outside of DarkWick because one of them was slacking on a mission, so he couldn't go to a club this was the best alternative).
This whole time, Leo had literally been making it hell for both you and Sho whenever the bottle lands on him. If you choose dare, it's something so embarrassing you're not gonna do, and if you choose truth, it's a question you don't want to answer. So, as of right now, you're the drunkest person in the room.
You're starting to get all giggley and smiley and stuff. It's so obvious that mentally, you're not even on earth anymore. Leo leaves the room for a bit because bathroom break, you guess. It's your turn to spin the bottle, but you don't want to wait for Leo to get back. As soon as you spin the bottle, it's surprising it ends up on you.
You smile and giggle to yourself as you slopishly point over to sho. "Truth...or dare?" Sho thinks for a second before responding with "Dare." To which you reply with a giggle "Take your shirt off!! ♡"
Did you really just say that? Sho blinks twice before replying dumbfounded awkward smile on his face. "You're joking, right?" You aggressively shake your head 'no'. "I mean, it's getting hot in here...so I'm jus tryna help you out, bro."
Sho sighs before doing as requested, and he takes his white t-shirt off, leaving him in only his pants. To which you excitedly clap as if you just won the lottery (he found it kinda cute). "You look so hot under all that, Sho!" "Thanks, I guess..."
You slowly got a little bit closer before stopping, "Can I touch them?" Sho rolled his eyes and sighed, "Whatever..." You smile with glee as you pounce on him like an animal. Too focused on touching his abs, you fail to realize how close you guys are right now. You have yet to even look at Shos' face, if only you saw how red he was.
"What the fuck." An phone camera flashes the both of you. "Are you really tryna fuck that NPC...Sho I literally only left for five minutes. Control your urges." He placed a hand on his hip, looking disgusted.
"Leo tell me you did not just take a photo..." "OH wow, look at the time. Gotta go bye!" Never in your life have you ever saw someone run so fast. Sho softly pushes you off him and instantly gets up and starts chasing Leo at 3x the speed Leo was going.
You take a good look at where you were and take in everything around you before sighing, "He left his shirt :(."
a/n: this has got to be the corniest thing I have ever written, and I might delete this later 💀
Toothache (A Journal Entry / Othello fanfiction)
March 7, 1573
Verily, on this auspicious day, the scribblings in this parchment shallst not concerneth furth'r machinations to bringeth about the demise of the Moor, but rather to speaketh of an encounter which hath caused me much alarm of late. Mine thoughts doth simply wand'ring unto the remembrance of the night I hath spent beside Michael Cassio. My true intent was to seek out evidence that I couldst bend and distort for mine own gain. Verily, I do intend on using it for my own advantage, but this emotion which doth slumber in me brings light to the num'rous queries about myself which I'm afraid I'm unready to confront.
Anon, I have yet to disclose the full tale of wherefore I was im his slumber-chamber, but I shallst immediately. I had been troubled with a raging tooth. Forsooth, in mine own bed I couldst not slumber, so I decided to slumber in Cassio's bed. Certes he wouldst not object since he did lie unconscious. But verily, as I lay beside him, he began to babble in bis unconsciousness of Desdemona. His dream did seem to possess an amorous nature. Forsooth, at length his form was as still as before. But alas, that would not hold for long. As he doth wax poetic on his beloved, he doth exclaim with passion for his lady-fair, "O sweet creature!" and then kissed me hard. Hereafter, he doth climb upon mine thigh, and doth carry forth his progress in earnest.
I knoweth not how to express this sensation in mine heart as he doth make his advance, yet it is one unfamiliar unto me. It doth unnerve me. I couldst not stir. What doth it betoken in sooth? Mine visage doth scorch. 't went no further than a fiery exchange of our own droplets, yet it felt so... Pish! I cannot ascertain the meaning thereof.
I will kick start mine mast'r plan on the eve of our return to the realm of the Turks. The uneasy sensation in mine nether regions doth only stem from the anticipation of reaching mine objective of unraveling ev'rything yon Moor doth standeth for. I mayst confronte Cassio about what unfolded during yond evening... In a manner most intimate and personal...
The best part about having a boyfriend in the military was having him home with you again after a long mission.
Simon was panting softly over you and his broad shoulders blocked your view, pumping in and out of you slowly to let you both savour the moment. You quiet whimpers and gasps echoed through the room as your legs remained wrapped around his waist and hands pawing at his back. When his movements stopped, his head dropping to your shoulder, you had to stop and focus on what was happening.
you thought that he had finished - if he did, that was okay! But it was just quicker than usual. “Simon? Honey, did you cum? It’s okay if you did, I can just-..”
your words were cut off when he shook his head against your shoulder. Your hands went into his hair and gently scratched at his scalp, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. Inside, you could feel his cock soften slowly, his body still on yours as he kept his head on your shoulder.
“M’sorry, lovie…” his soft words echoed through the room as he went to try and continue his previous actions. Your hand went to grasp his, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around him to hold him closer.
“Shhh…don’t worry, Si. Okay? Let’s just cuddle, yeah? We don’t have to have sex.” Your words were comforting, allowing him to relax completely with you. His body was pressed against yours as you kept scratching his scalp.
who needs sex when you have a big bear to cuddle?
Omg please more of simon not being able to "perform" at all because of PTSD or stressfull weeks when he comes home
Listen, this man really wants to pleasure you. 28/5, every second of the day, he just wants to make his luv feel good. I like to think he’s especially good at oral - but I just can’t get that outta my head.
if he had you laying out on the bed, legs over his big ass shoulders as he’s about to go down on you like his last meal, but just can’t because he’s overthinking and extremely stressed and exhausted, he wouldn’t hide, he’d tell you.
“Luv, I can’t.” He spoke quietly, pulling your legs off of his shoulders, sitting down on the floor where he once kneeled in front of you.
grabbing the blanket, you scooted to the end of the bed to see him on the floor with his head in his hands. “Si…what’s wrong, baby?” You cooed at him gently, placing your hands into his grown out buzz.
All he could do is shake his head and move closer to you, resting his head in your lap. Leaning forward, you placed a kiss on the crown of his head to silently let him know you were there for him.
people who think he’s an absolute sex maniac- no. This man needs so much comfort, even tho he never asks for it. So moments like this are when even you say no to sex for a while, even though he says he’s trying to “make it up to you, luv.” He feels so bad for leaving you high and dry, he needs to properly apologize. So you force him to eat pizza with you and cuddle as his apology.
a/n: I’m so sorry for not getting through my asks, I’m trying my best y’all 😭😭 I’ve been really busy and stressed, so I’ll try to get more stuff out soon
Have Some Incorrect Quotes
Scar: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you. Grian: That's great, Scar. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.
Grian: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Scar: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Grian: I said within reason, Scar. How about I murder that guy? Scar: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Grian: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?
Grian: Did it hurt when you fell- Scar: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Grian: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Scar: ... Grian: You just laid there for 15 minutes.
Grian: So you like cats? Scar: Yeah. Grian: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*
Grian: What are you in the mood for? Scar: World domination. Grian: That's a bit ambitious. Scar: You are my world. Grian: Aww... Scar: Grian: Scar: Grian: OH.
Grian: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Scar: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Grian: Holy moly-
Grian: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Scar: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Grian, already taking off their clothes: God, Scar, you’re so fucking stupid.
Grian: *seductively takes off glasses* Grian: Wow... Scar: *blushes* Haha... what? Grian: You're really fucking blurry.
Grian: I’m in love with you. Scar: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Grian: I know. Scar: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-
Grian: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Scar: I wrote you a poem. Grian, already crying:You did?
Scar: Relationships should be 50/50. Grian cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
hiiii :3 i have a request for a short fanfic for our bunny boy xavier hehe <3 let’s say reader gets a tattoo of xavier’s sword (like the design behind his latest promise outfit) all the way down their back ;) i would die to see how he would react to this 😝
this can be fluff or whatever you’re comfy with ! tqsm 💗
Tethered by Ink
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘟𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?
ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧(?), 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊.
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You stood before the full-length mirror, the silky nightgown clinging to your body in delicate waves, accentuating every curve. Slowly, you turned, glancing over your shoulder to admire the tattoo that now graced the small of your back—an intricate design inspired by Xavier's sword. The fine details mirrored his blade’s sharp yet elegant craftsmanship, making you smile at the thought of him permanently etched into your skin, a part of him that you would carry always.
Your eyes flickered back to the mirror just as the bathroom door opened with a soft creak, steam spilling into the room like a veil of mist. Xavier emerged, fresh from the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, a towel in hand as he casually dried his damp hair. His movements paused the moment he caught sight of your tattoo.
Right, he hadn’t seen it yet.
He stood still, his eyes widening slightly, taking in the sight. For a fleeting moment, his usual calm demeanor faltered. The expression he wore was one of silent awe, like a rare moment when the world around him slowed, leaving him utterly captivated. You blinked, mirroring his reaction, uncertainty settling in as you wondered if he approved.
“Do you like it?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned to face him. Your hand instinctively rested over your chest, fingers clutching the fabric nervously as the silence between you grew heavier.
His answer wasn’t immediate. Instead, time seemed to stretch endlessly as he closed the distance between you. He moved with purpose, gently wrapping one arm around your waist. His broad chest pressed warmly against your back, and his free hand trailed along the curve of your spine, where the inked design was now part of you. His fingers brushed over your skin, featherlight and deliberate, tracing the lines as though memorizing each one.
His lips hovered just above your ear, his breath fanning across your skin, sending a rush of warmth through your body. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, each word punctuated by the intimate proximity of his mouth to your ear. The gentle, teasing brush of his breath caused your pulse to quicken, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, blushing.
He hadn’t moved far, still standing close enough that his scent, fresh from the shower, engulfed you. It was intoxicating, a blend of clean soap and something uniquely him that made your knees feel weaker. You lowered your gaze to the reflection in the mirror, catching a glimpse of your own flushed face, the soft pink hue betraying the rapid beat of your heart, while Xavier’s gaze remained fixed on your back, a mix of admiration and something deeper—possessiveness.
You tried to steady your breathing, but the intensity of the moment only heightened when his hand, resting against your waist, tightened slightly. “Did it hurt?” His voice was barely a murmur, almost a hum, his thumb continuing to lazily draw soft, aimless patterns against your skin.
You blinked, snapping out of the daze. “Huh? Oh—no, not really.” You shook your head lightly, remembering the brief discomfort of the tattoo, which paled in comparison to the battle scars you bore as a hunter. The pain had been fleeting, but his concern warmed you. Despite everything you endured, it was sweet that he still cared about something as minor as this.
Xavier hummed, clearly pleased with your answer, though his gaze never left your tattoo, his fascination evident. The air between you felt charged, as though he were absorbing every detail of the ink that now marked your body in his name. He caught your eye in the mirror, his expression shifting slightly, his brows knitting together as if contemplating something. Without warning, he leaned down, the hand on your waist tightening once more as his lips brushed the top of your spine.
The sensation sent a jolt through you. His kisses were featherlight, yet they lingered, their soft warmth leaving a trail of sensation that made your breath hitch. He was gentle, his thumb continuing its soothing motions, ensuring you were never overwhelmed. But there was no mistaking the possessive pride in the way his lips caressed the design—this mark of him on your body.
Even though the tattoo would often be hidden beneath your clothes, he knew it was there, and that knowledge filled him with satisfaction. This symbol—his sword—was now a part of you. A silent claim. And the thought that others might never see it, but he would, especially in your most intimate moments, sparked something possessive in him. His lips hovered over your skin, and though he never said the words, you could feel it in his touch.
The next time he held you, he knew this new view of your back would be something he’d look forward to, a reminder that you were his—deeply, unmistakably his.
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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒- 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜.
𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 (𝑖𝑓 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠~
good luck, baby!
skzfamily!hyunjin x exgf!reader
tw:Mentions of the female body, a little homophobia, closet lesbians (you heard right), mencion of hickeys and sex (Implicit)
After so long, Hyunjin was lying in bed next to her husband, she knew about the infidelity that the man was committing and still remained by his side for her children. She got up from the bed to see her old memories, they were all in the attic, apparently for jisung they were nothing more than trash but for her they were precious memories of her youth, she loved every memory what happened at that school And she started to cry, she didn't know why but there was some sadness in her feelings, she felt that she made a big mistake by marrying Jisung, even if she loved him she knew that he didn't.
and among so many memories she found some letters, she didn't know who it was from but even so after a while the perfume was still there and he noticed that it was not masculine and it was a feminine fragrance that gave her, unlocking those blocked memories that she preferred to stay that way but now she remembered that girl again made her doubt her sexuality “Y/N..” she whispered waiting for someone to respond.
He didn't remember the year but in her memories she heard that voice, That beautiful voice that you will never hear again “hyunnie!” said the girl of her fantasies “You fell asleep again, dumb” She still heard your voice after everything you went through together, she still felt those warm hands and those soft lips that she knew she would never have again in her life, "That is wrong!" She said in her thoughts, she couldn't have those thoughts and especially since she was a married woman, but at some point she also had an affair with a woman.
That night, she lost everything, “I don't wanna call it off, But you don't wanna call it love!” The girl yelled at her, suddenly she felt vulnerable and vivid, she remembered how she lost the love of her life, it was pouring rain and the girl was right, she never called it love and Every time they asked what they were, they were friends but friends do not have desires with their friends, friends do not kiss their best friends passionately, friends don't lock themselves in rooms either, friends don't leave hickeys on their friends' bodies So what were they? not even hyunjin knew it, she only knew how much he loved his beloved, but she is no longer anything more than jisung's wife. “And I cry, it's not fair, I just need a little lovin'” In her youth she did horrible things, she kissed so many boys after y/n broke up with her The bars became his best friends and yet that feeling never disappeared and today he only comes to find Hyunjin's suffering.
“Tell me Hyunjin, if you and I had been real girlfriends...don't you think we could have solved this?” Hyunjin stayed silent, why did she stay silent? She wanted to scream how much she loved her, but at the end of the day it was just her imagination she felt the yawns of little Chan walking around calling Her name, when had she spent so much time in the attic looking at those memories? She ran down the stairs, forgetting everything, but not y/n if it weren't for her parents' homophobia, the two of them could have been girlfriends, who knows, even wives, but That would be selfish, chan and changbin would not have been born, but maybe they would have been with minho, maybe she would have been with the love of her life “Good luck babe” The school reunion could help, but maybe not, she won't go to avoid seeing hyunjin, good luck hyunjin, I hope your husband treats you better.
note: IT'S NOT THE BEST BUT IT IS SOMETHING, And sorry if there are spelling mistakes, English is not my first language
Beauty requires sacrifice
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U\\w\\U✨❤
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝....❤
Oh oh.....
