always try not to worry

I’m kind of glad Kaneki and Touka are having issues this chapter… Not like some people think that I “hate Touken”…

I was kind of scared Ishida would white slate their relationship and not do anything with the fact Kaneki is always trying to take on the burdens of his loved ones and worrying (Freaking out about Nishiki’s suggestion something was wrong, not talking about the Yoriko letter, worrying about Touka’s well being while overworking himself.) and Touka communicates badly and violently (probably scared their unborn child will die and so wanting to keep it hidden, also Kaneki will take you hitting him but it’s awful especially with his past, that look on his face I don’t know if it was fear or realization but it hit a nerve…),

It’s still not quite confronting my main fear for them but… They have some stuff to do that’s make it or break it but… It’s a start…

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.

LES MIS MODERN AUbroship sibling aesthetics: eponine & gavroche

beanies and baseball caps, stuck-out tongues, sass battles, hipster headphones and retro walkmans, hanging out in local libraries, decorating bedrooms with glow-in-the-dark stars, always looking out for each other, milkshakes, rolled-up denim, sitting on concrete steps, being forever ready to fight, making up weird meals, shoeboxes of childhood collections, conversations from different rooms. (requested by anonymous) 

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,061
Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.

also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1


You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”

When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.

So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”

Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.

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Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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Boyfriend! Jimin

Dating Jimin would include:

  • “aren’t I hot babe?”
  • “i know you love me the most”
  • “you want me to stop? make me”
  • he’s really good at winking and it makes you melt
  • jimin acts so confident and you love it
  • but then there is the other side to him that you love even more
  • the way he blushes when you kiss his cheek
  • and the way he peers down at you when you lace your fingers with his
  • “jimin you’re so cute”
  • “my little chim chim”
  • when the two of you are laying in bed on a day off
  • you always run your fingers through his soft hair and he hums all half asleep 
  • when you stop he whines and moves himself closer to you
  • you just laugh and push him away but he scoots towards you like the lil puppy dog he is
  • his smile lights up your entire world
  • when you’re upset he’ll come over and pull you onto the floor and kiss your tears away
  • he’ll help you lay down and he’ll lay down next to you
  • and pull you really close to him so your noses are almost touching
  • and while you cry he won’t say anything, just rub your back and wipe your tears and let yOU KNOW ITS OKAY I’M EMO
  • when he’s upset all he wants is to be near you and he instantly feels better
  • when ya’ll get heated
  • it
  • gets
  • hEATED.
  • Plus, it’s pretty often too
  • the sex you two have is completely adventurous and really nothing is off limits
  • he’s very into trying new things
  • and when you two get a second alone he’ll put you in his lap and roughly make out with you until the two of you hear the boys coming back
  • then they’ll walk in and make “oooOOOOO” noises and jimin just smiles and looks at you like
  • “we’ll continue this later y/n”
  • fights are a no-no with chim-chim
  • nothing makes him more upset than when you’re upset
  • and when he made you upset you upset him more and then he’s upset and smol chim is so confused
  • the arguments you guys have are heartbreaking tbh
  • you’re always worried that he’s not eating or he’s trying to lose too much weight
  • and when you notice he hasn’t been eating as much as usual you pounce on him and feed him more than usual and he catches on
  • “what the hell i eat all the time y/n”
  • “no you don’t, i never see you eat”
  • “i’m always at the studio, that’s why”
  • “point made. eat another egg”
  • the two of you really enjoy super-coupley stuff
  • when you were in chicago with him you took a walk to millenium park and took ugly pictures at the bean and walked through maggie daley park
  • although
  • when you two were walking hand in hand he tripped over a twig, pulled you down with him and you smashed your head against the iron siding of the bridge
  • he FREAKED out and was apologizing all night
  • he took you to urgent care and didn’t understand what was going on when they told you that you needed stitches
  • and then when you revisited the bridge where you fell a year later
  • the dent in the siding from your head was still there
  • and he freaked out again and continued apologizing
  • the boys just laughed at him and patted him on the back
  • “jiminie i’m fine its been like a year”
  • such a sweet lil baby
  • jimin is totally the type to bring you flowers out of the blue
  • and when you call him to bring you tampons or pads he knows exactly what brand and type you like
  • ugh jimin would be such a good boyfriend

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Early Mornings with the Bat - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Well first, thanks, it’s always nice to see that people enjoy what you’re doing :). And second, you’re very welcome for this (enjoyed writing it) :

(My masterlist blog here :


Very early mornings were your favorite. 

4 to 7 am, was the time Bruce and your boys came home. You were usually up, waiting for them, reading, cuddled up in Bruce’s huge chair in front of the bat computer, in the bat cave. 

Your sons would come to kiss you good night, sometimes staying a little bit up to talk about anything, throwing their feelings at you. You were the best to make them talk. You’d eat some ice cream or cookies, and then they’d go to bed, with a last kiss on the cheek for you. Bruce would wait for you in those moments, either listening to you guys or working on something.

Sometimes he was hurt, badly, and Alfred or one of your kids would help him back to bed. Those nights, there was no talk, no cookies nor ice cream. You’d follow, worried, but he’d always try to reassure you by holding your hand, or taking a small support on one of your shoulder. He’d fall into bed heavily, and you would spend a few hours gently caressing his painful body helping him fall asleep. It always worked, and was a big help. Mentally, because he’d go to bed knowing he was loved and physically, because it’d help him relax and no strain his body any more.  

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anonymous asked:

Kuroo + his gf who gets a lil drunk so he decides it's time to leave but his gf says she can't go with him bc she has a bf (she's talking about him to him without even realizing bc drunk) he plays along and starts asking her about her bf and she gushes about him and says silly things he does. Eventually he asks if she loves him and she says yes and how she wants to marry him, have kids and grow old together. He gets emotional because holy fuck I love this dork so much

Okay, so this is going to be like a continuation of this scenario I wrote a while ago: X

[College - Almost adult life ! AU]

“Oh yes, the gods are favoring me now” Kuroo thought as he looked at his drunken partner.

Currently, he was trying to convince her to go home, but without avail. She looked up at him and said “Ya‘now dude, I know what you’re trying to do” she snorted “and let me tell ya, I have a boyfriend so go away before I call him”

She didn’t recognize him, perfect timing to get a mini revenge on the last time he got drunk.

“Ohh, excuse me then, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend” he said seriously “is he going to come if you call him?”

“Of course he is” she said “he’s like, ya’now, super caring and all those thingsss” she slurred a little “like, almost a father, always worrying and trying to help me”

His heart swelled with pride, knowing that his girlfriend saw him like that, someone whom she could rely on. “That’s very nice, I hope you have a long, love-filled relationship” he said

She smiled “I hope so!!” she laughed “even though he’s a biiiig nerd, always making those horrible science puns” and then she said “but he makes me happy, so I’m willing to hear them everyday”

His puns were amazing, why did she consider them horrible? She had no sense of humor, of course she didn’t. “Do you love him?” he asked cautiously.

She fell silent for a few moments, and those moments were the worst torture for Kuroo. Did she doubt her love for him?

“Of course I love him!!” she said excitedly “I love him lots and lotsssss, like I really can’t imagine a life without him?”

Oh god, someone please save Kuroo’s heart “I like to think of us in the future, happily married, with little children running around our house” she said sweetly “and I want to hold his hand every day, even as the years start passing”

She sounded surprisingly sober right now, but he couldn’t think about that at all. His heart was about to burst from his chest, happiness taking over his body. He didn’t realize a few tears slipped from his eyes, until he felt her hands on his face, and her fingers wiping them away.

“I may be drunk Kuroo, but I’m not stupid enough not to recognize you after a while” she said smiling at him.

“Oh” was all he could muster at that moment “did…did you lie about the things you said?” he asked slowly.

“Do I look like someone who’s going to lie about those things?” she asked.

“Of course not” he said looking in her eyes “God, I love you so much (Name)”

Never in his life had he felt so sure about something. When the right moment arrived, he definitely was going to ask her to marry him. He hoped she liked the ring he saw on a jewelry a few weeks ago.

EXO Reaction To: Their GF Getting Hurt

|| Exo reaction to their gf getting hurt? Thx’ ||


The degree to which you were hurt would be the deciding factor in his reaction. If it was just a minor injury caused by clumsiness, Baekhyun would laugh and lightly scold, “Jagi! Be more careful next time!” However, if it were something more serious, his humorous side would crumble underneath his evident worry for you. He’d do whatever he could to ensure that you get to feeling better/have a safe recovery and would be extremely soft and gentle until then.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Had you done something like trip, or accidentally nip your skin with a knife while cooking, you’d never hear the end of his relentless teasing. With the most shit eating grin, he’d say things like, “Oh, so now we can’t even trust you to walk properly?” For something less amusing, I can easily see his smiles and laughter coming to an abrupt stop, “Please tell me you’ll be fine,” he’d nearly beg.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Regardless of how badly you’d been hurt, or how it was you’d gotten hurt in the first place, Suho would be the most worried of all the members. Being so used to having to look out for eight grown men who act like children had drilled that worrisome trait into his personality. If it was something minor and you’d reassured him for the third time that you were, in fact, fine, he would pull you to his chest and kiss your temple. Should you be in the hospital with serious issues, I can see him as being an even mixture of distraught and supportive; never moving from your side, not unless it was to use the restroom.

Originally posted by lawlliets


For the smaller scale ways you may have hurt yourself, Xiumin would be silently amused. He may take one jab at you, but he wouldn’t make too big of a deal out of it. It happened, and that was it. Now, if it were something serious, he would be another member to not leave your side unless it was absolutely needed. He’d hold your hand if he could, make sure there were always unwilting roses present in the room.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


I’ve mentioned before that Kris is a dork, but a secret dork. That said, he’d smirk and say something along the lines of “I didn’t know I was seeing someone so clumsy,” in regards to a small scale issue. An injury that ranked somewhere on the larger scale would very well be what brought out his inner dork. He would be so stunned and worried for you, any proper words would get caught in his thought. This would just have to be shown though his loving, yet nervous actions, I suppose.

Originally posted by taegnsic


Chanyeol would just giggle whenever you accidentally hurt yourself, making a humored comment about how you needed to be more careful as he helped you out. If you were extremely hurt though—ho the point of having broken something or needing a hospital—he would do his best to look on the bright side and be chipper for you, in hopes that if he concealed his sadness and worry, you wouldn’t worry over yourself too much.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo


This baby would find it so entertaining when you hurt yourself doing something clumsy, and wouldn’t even try to hide it once he had helped you. He would be all giggles, and wouldn’t let it go for the next hour, but if something far worse had happened, I can see him crying a little as he held your hand through/after the pain.

Originally posted by abstylezitao


We’ve all seen how loudly Kai laughs, and how often, so if you did something as simple as tripping, or maybe dropping a plate, he’d be all laughter—the loud, eye catching laughter. Though his reaction would differ completely if it were something a little more complicated. I see him as such a soft boyfriend, he may be on the verge of tears himself, just thinking about what it would’ve been like if something even worse had happened to you.

Originally posted by babyboyjungkook


D.O.’s a member who would be so, so soft for you despite how he acts toward his members, so he’d smile in amusement at your clumsiness, had that been the case. If things were different and the result happened to be you laying in a hospital bed, he would be most frustrated that he wasn’t around when it had happened.

Originally posted by lovinthesoo


Lay would only smile and help you out/up if you’d done something clumsy, and maybe kiss your forehead afterward. Since he’s a caring person in general, he would be extremely distraught if you wound up in the hospital, but he tries his hardest to be a people pleaser that he would smile and try his hardest to find a silver lining in your storm cloud.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Luhan would maybe baby you a little to avoid further injury, making a little comment about how you “needed to be more careful, before you lost an arm.” In the case of worse situations, he’d always be by your side, trying to be as supportive as possible, despite how worried he was.

Originally posted by irnperio


Sehun may get the slightest bit cocky watching you get a bit hurt on accident. Like a few of his hyungs, he would crack a few jokes, but his would be a little more on the ‘teasing jab’ side. All of that would fall away if you’d gotten seriously injured, with gentle kisses and sincere reassurances.

Originally posted by j-jennie

Not Her Hero

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Deadpool x Reader

Warning: sex worker, language, angst, a tiny bit of smut, Deadpool snark.

A/N: This was from a dream I had. Seriously, I really had a dream about this.

Word Count:3397

Summary: You were a high end hooker and Bucky was your number one customer. He came to you seeking comfort and found that he wanted to help you escape the sex work life. But did he want to do it for you or himself? Or will a merc with a mouth be the one to save you?

“Real love, I’m searching for a real love..”

You stood in front of the produce section of the grocery store, trying to decide how many plums you wanted. Grabbing a plastic bag, you started to pick the best ones and placing them into the bag.

“They look delicious, don’t they doll?”

You froze at the familiar voice, slowly turned to your right and come face to face with Bucky. He looked better, healthier. He wore a maroon colored shirt under a black hoodie, jeans and black cap.

“Bucky!” You smiled widely, throwing your arms over his shoulder and giving him a warm hug. Bucky grinned, squeezing you back as gently as he could, trying to ignore the smell of your hair and the warmth of your body. Flashbacks of all the times the two of you spent together, intimate times locked into each other, hit the man hard. He pulled away and gave you a small smile.

“You look good, beautiful.”

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She’s Perfect

Request: Hey!! Can you do a Bellamy imagine where Bellamy is super infatuated with you and you’re really good friends so he doesn’t think anything could ever happen and one day you overhear him talking about you with someone and he’s basically just raving about you and you eventually tell him you heard him and they get together in the end!!! Thank you so much!

Requested by: anonymous

A/N: aweh! This idea is so cute, I had no problem writing it for you. Thank you for requesting.

Warnings: fluff.

Originally posted by bellamyblake-imagine

Ever since landing on ground, things had become exceptionally better. Sure you were hunted by grounders and everyday was a struggle for survival, but you had made a family. Things hadn’t originally been so well, and everyone got in arguments but now you could stand back and watch as everyone got along and everyone cared for each other.

The Ark had been terrible for you. You’d never found someone up there who truly cared for you and your family had been floated. You hated it up there. But now, on ground where you could feel the sun on your face and relish in the fresh air instead of filtered air through the Ark, you finally felt happy.

You’d met amazing people but one truly stuck out. Bellamy Blake. He wasn’t actually part of the 100 like you were, and you’d knew he’s done some terrible things but you also knew that he did it all for his sister. Which swarmed your heart. He was undoubtedly attractive and sweet and ever since you’ve started talking to him, he always knew how to make you laugh.

He was protective of you, which you still haven’t completely figured out why but you didn’t let it bother you.

Even right now, you let your eyes wander on his as he sat by Raven. It was dinner time and you’d just finished all your work so you’d come out to grab some dinner. Only to see him chatting with Raven, you weren’t jealous only caught up by his smile as he talked fondly about something. You couldn’t hear what he was talking about but you could tell he was animatedly talking about something.

You blinked, luckily no one had caught you just staring at him. You turned to the pit of fire, grabbing some dinner. “Evening, Y/N.” Turning your head you looked up to see Clarke already holding a piece of meat out for you. You smiled, straightening out as you gently grabbed the stick out of her hand.

“Thank you.” You nodded at her. You wanted to go to Bellamy but you couldn’t be rude.

“Go to him.” Clarke said and turning your head up from looking at Bellamy, you saw her smile knowingly at you. Nodding appreciatively at her, you let your hand fall on her shoulder before walking towards Bellamy.

You smiled, happy to engage in a conversation with him before your words caught in your throat and you heard what he was saying. Quickly to be undetected, you turned and went by another group of people. Pretending to mingle but you let your ears drop on Raven and Bellamy’s conversation.

“I mean, she’s so beautiful.” Bellamy gushed and you felt a pang in your heart as to who he could be talking about. Was he talking about Clarke? Those two have become really close recently.

“Maybe you should just talk to her about it, Bellamy.” Raven suggested, putting her hand on Bellamy’s shoulder. You narrowed your eyes, who were they talking about.

“I couldn’t. She strictly thinks of me as a friend, Raven.” Bellamy sighed, resting his head in his hands and he shook his head. You wanted to go over there and console him but you were too embarrassed now.

“I don’t know, Bellamy. Y/N seems to really enjoy spending time with you.” Your mouth fell open and your hands went slack. They… were talking about you? You would’ve never thought. Shaking your head again, you refocused on Bellamy as he smiled, proudly almost as if he was thinking fondly of a memory.

“She’s just perfect.”

You’d avoided Bellamy for days. You had to think over what you heard. You truthfully had always liked him but never dwelled on it, you never thought he would like you back but now. Now… apparently he did and you had no idea if you should tell him that you heard everything he said or go back as if nothing had happened.

When you caught sight of him today, he was staring at you worriedly. Over the past few days you’ve been ignoring him, he’s been worried sick. He’d always try to talk to you but you would make some excuse as to why you couldn’t talk right now,

But now looking at him and seeing how worried and upset he truly was, you realized you didn’t want to keep ignoring him. 

So, you marched over to him, your heart beating and your palms sweaty as you thought of what you could say. Truthfully you had no idea but your feet carried you and on instinct you reached him.

He smiled, happy to see you actually paying attention to you. And when he turned to say, you acted on impulse. Pulling him down, you pressed your lips against his ignoring the way he gasped and made a noise of surprise. Instead you focused on kissing him and making sure he understood everything you were trying to tell him.

He finally relaxed after a few moments, enough to place his arms around you waist as you pulled back from the kiss. “I, uh…” You stuttered, looking up to see his baffled and confused expression. You smiled softly at the cuteness behind the smile. “I heard you.”

“What?” He asked, still in shock from the kiss. His eyes were dazed and you giggled at his lovestruck expression.

“I heard that night with Raven.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck. You bent at the lower back, leaning into him as you smiled shyly up at him. You watched as his face grew red and he panicked at something to say.

“Oh…” Was all he said, and you shook your head. Leaning up to peck his cheeks.

“It’s okay.” You reassured, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I… feel the same.”

He instantly smiled, the biggest grin growing over his face and he hugged you tighter to himself. “I love you.” He confessed, staring down at you lovingly. You gasped, now going red in the face as you felt your own grin coming.

“I love you too, I have for a while.”

“Me too.” He confused and suddenly remembering what he said that night, you smirked.

“So i’m perfect huh?” You joked, looking up at him slyly.

“Oh shut up.” He feigned being annoyed but you could see the smile growing on his face as he kissed you on your forehead. You closed your eyes at the warmth, relishing in the feeling of finally being able to hold him this close.

“Hey, you’re not too bad yourself.”

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I wanna get over this feeling I get where I don’t feel like I’m good enough to be friends with certain people. Including people I’ve met, and hung out with before. I think part of it is from the really fucked up friend group I used to be in, and even now it kind of amazes me how badly that impacted me. People do like me, and I wish it wasn’t so hard for me to believe that. 

Stars-Kylo Ren


WAIT IDK HOW TO REQUEST, but ill just throw my request here c: I’m thinking Kylo Ren/or/General Hux have a fight with the reader for whatever reason, causing the reader to go outside of the Starkiller base and just stargaze by herself until kylo/Hux find her and aw fluff, BY THE WAY, your writing is so beautiful I couldn’t help but request something because I just feel that you’ll just get it right ugh ily thnx


Words: 1.2 K +

Warning: Mention of non-consensual Sex

Note: I’m doing both because why the fuck not y'all deserve to be happy


Throwing your hands up, you let out an exasperated breath, rolling your eyes. You were standing in the middle of the room, your fingers shaking by your side as you lowered them. There was a moment of silence and Kylo just shook his head, crossing his arms. 

You knew right then, that he had put up his walls.

“You always DO THIS!” You nearly screamed, feeling the rage boil just under your skin. Kylo pressed his lips firmly together. Staying quiet while you yelled at him. “Why can’t you just accept that I don’t like it here! You keep me in the shadows! Not letting me outside, not letting me talk to anyone but YOU!” Running your hands through your hair, you groaned loudly. Clenching your jaw and breathing heavily. Kylo just stared at you. “I’m tired Kylo… I’m tired. I want to go home.”

He was over possessive of you, and you had always known that. Constantly worried that someone would try to take you away from him, hurt you, or both. It had always been like that, except for when the final straw was pulled. It was when he had left for a trip, and you had gone out for a drink. A man began to flirt without you. Despite your protest, he wouldn’t stop. And that night, you never knew more evil than that man. Kylo sensed your energy weakening as he tried to reach out. He always knew when something was wrong, always keeping an eye on you even when he wasn’t there. As a result, he immediately came back.

Kylo found you curled up in the shower, trying to wash the scent of booze and sweat from your body. Your sobs raked through your shoulders and your tears burned in your eyes. Blood washed down the drain from where you had hit the ground. Your elbows, palms, and knees scraped and bruised from where he had grabbed you. 

Kylo rushed into the bathroom, scooping you into his arms and sitting under the stream of hot water. Neither of you said a word, but you could feel the hatred radiating from his body. You felt him shaking with it. Since then, he hasn’t allowed you to be alone except for when he knew that you were safe in your quarters. He didn’t leave you on your home planet anymore, despite you constantly asking him to. Instead, he kept you on the Star Killer Base. Though you wanted the argument to end, you blurted out, “I want to leave Kylo! I can’t stand it here anymore!” Tears began to stream down your eyes. Kylo met them, and you felt a shot of electricity shoot down your body.

“I CAN’T,” He pushed forward, his words like a slap in the face. “I won’t… I won’t let you get hurt again.” Kylo then stepped forward in one single, long stride. His boots thudding against the metal floor. He grabbed your face. In reaction, you pushed your hands against his chest, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“That’s not your decision to make.” Pushing away from him, you then stormed out of the room. Kylo called out your name, but you ignored him. The stormtroopers that had guarded the door looked at each other and then followed you with their eyes. Unsure of what to do. 

Before you turned the corner, you felt a stab in the heart. Ice filling your veins as you felt Kylo attempt to channel you. To freeze you in your spot. Nearly falling to your knees, you heard Kylo in your head. But, you struggled against him and broke free. That’s when you heard the ignition of his lightsaber and his rage echoing down the hall. 

You kept running. Trying to shake him off.

Finally making it outside, snow lightly covered the grass and trees. The chill air wrapping you with a single gust of wind, your hair flying across your face. You sucked in a breath, closing your eyes before opening them to the sight of the night sky covered with the bright glow of stars. 

Letting yourself fall to your knees, you followed your hands to the ground, laying on your back. The snow soaked into your back, making you shudder and grit your teeth. Your body screamed at you to get up, your hands and arms numb. However, you admired the open sky, the open night, gazing up into the small lights. Imagining yourself on the planets that surrounded you in the universe. In the whole galaxy… You imagined yourself everywhere but on the Starkiller Base. 

You then heard the soft crunch of ice and snow behind you. Recognizing the footsteps, you fought the tears that threatened to resurface. Your throat closed and your eyes began stinging as the cold air pressed against your arms and face. Making you shiver and covering your soft skin with goosebumps.

Kylo then quietly laid down beside you. Tears dried on his face as he reached out to touch you. He had taken off his gloves. The gentle, warm touch of his fingertips against your hand nearly made you smile. He spoke softly against the gentle breeze.

“I’m sorry…” Clearing his voice, he continued. “I know you don’t like it hear… But god… I’m trying. I’m trying to make you happy. If that means you leaving… Then-“

“I don’t want to leave you.” You turned to him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Bringing you against him as snow fell against your hair. “That’s the last thing I want. But… You need to trust me.”

“I trust you… It’s that I don’t trust anyone else.” Lightly touching his face, he leaned into your touch and let his eyes flutter close. You then pressed your lips against his, and he tightened his arm around you so that your chest pressed against his. Kylo then reached up with his other hand, cradling the back of your head. Pulling you closer to him and into a deeper kiss. You ran your hands through his hair. The cold breeze no longer effecting you.

After a breath, Kylo pulled away and looked up at you.

“What?” You breathed out, your voice hushed.

“Even with the stars behind you, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheeks then grew hot as a wide smile grew on your lips. Closing your eyes, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and giggled. The butterflies in your stomach returning as his hands slid over your waist. Then, laying against his side, you rested your head against his chest. Listening closely to the slow beat of his heart and staring up at the stars, the snow lightly falling on your cheeks.

Kylo rubbed your shoulder with his thumb and though you had to clench your teeth in an attempt to stop your teeth from chattering, you didn’t want to move.

And I can start every poem and every sentence with your smile alone. You’re sleeping right now and that’s okay. You don’t sleep enough. You’re always full of worry even if you’re trying to downplay the whole situation– it hurts less if we deny it, right? It only makes sense when we’re doing it right, so I’ve been trying to be more than just okay. I’ve been asking the heavens if it has a place for my mind, I’ve been asking hell if it’s ready for me. I bend myself into the sharp edges of every star, I still wish myself to bed. I track the time I spend on you because you’re always there even if I want to be left alone. Sometimes I trust myself, but most nights I just realize that I’m full of shit. Sometimes I love myself, but most nights I realize that I’ve got a long way to go and it’s this thing we call love– I’ve had enough of it, I’ve given so much away– but I never keep any for myself. They say the artistic lifestyle is bombarded by depression, they were right. They say the poet writes himself into a deep romance between the words of always kiss me goodnight and the stars are pretty tonight, they were never going to write us down correctly. They say that writers drink madness and smoke sentences made for lovers who can’t see that these words will never truly be theirs. I still break apart this lifeline to find myself in complete fear of myself– I’m really trying to be okay, I guess time is much needed. Sometimes I forget to love myself, but most nights– the tattoo of you is the closest thing that I have to a reminder of feeling better.
—  tattoos and painkillers
Sting (Kihyun x Reader)

Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol

P.S. WHO? WHO? Who allowed him to be this attractive? I want a refund on life lmao

Originally posted by shooomabrown

It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.

It was summer break for most young people, including yourself, as you were attending university in Seoul. But that included, like you just experienced first hand, high school kids and obnoxious college students as well. The streets were extra busy, making the sun seem one hundred percent hotter as you brushed shoulders with equally sweaty people. Again, you were quick to push this from your head as you thought eagerly of your destination.

A few more minutes of walking and you would reach it, the coffee shop where you had first met him, Kihyun. The memories you had made there together with him flooded your thoughts and brought a happy rosy glow that wasn’t from sunburn. A small smile found its way to your lips as you spotted the sweet looking store front, wedged between a fork in the road on the street so it seemed to command attention to itself. It was a popular destination for young couples and students, making it a busy place, especially during this time of the year. But the hustle and bustle of coffee making and food being served always made your heart swell with excitement. You could practically smell the roasting coffee beans and savory melted sandwiches they served there, making your mouth water in anticipation.

You eagerly bounced up the short steps to the entrance and as soon as you pulled open the door, a bell chimed to welcome you. Someone shouted a greeting that was barely heard over the lilting sound of conversation and business. You ordered your usual: coffee, a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup before you chose a seat in the upstairs loft area of the cafe. You quickly claimed the very spot where Kihyun and you first met and always sat at, the chairs giving a welcoming creak as they scraped across the stained wood floor. You knew Kihyun wouldn’t be here first, knowing he was busy with work as usual and would meet up with you when he could finally escape the shop. So you sat patiently, like always, awaiting his arrival.

It was about thirty minutes before you heard the familiar gentle patter of feet coming up the creaky wooden stairs, hand making an audible sound as it slid up the metal rail. You were on the edge of your seat, smile spreading across you face as the top of his head appeared, no other man having the same shade of light brown as he did. Kihyun found your eyes out of instinct, a tired smile coming across his face as he approached you. You stood up to embrace him, pecking him softly on the lips before squeezing him close to you. He returned your gesture, rubbing your back gently as he kissed your temple. 

You pulled apart and offered him a sit, a worried smile on your face, “You look so tired, baby. Everything alright down at the shop?”

He rubbed his eyes, making you think of all the sleepless nights where he stayed up late to plan, “I guess as alright as it can be. We ran out of stock again on almost six different products just today." 

Kihyun owned a popular shop called, Bee Nice (appropriately named by you because he wasn’t good with names), that sold products made from honey. Kihyun grew to love honey bees after he learned that the buzzing little creature was your favorite animal, even calling you possibly the cutest pet name, his little honey bee. 

Kihyun had always been interested in skin products, so when he began to research the topical uses of honey out of curiosity, he hatched a plan. You remember him pitching the idea to you about a year ago, his eyes bright with excitement, and practically bouncing around the room as he told you about his plan to launch a line of skin products and salves. Kihyun’s products sold like hot cakes and large cosmetic companies practically begged him on their knees to buy out his little business. You were adamant about keeping the Bee Nice brand as an independent company, crazily prompting the idea to Kihyun one night over dinner for him to open his own shop. He instantly agreed and was enthusiastic about the idea, buying one of the cutest vintage store fronts that could be found in Seoul, and thus the grand opening of your store began. Business boomed almost instantly, the demand for the products becoming almost too much to handle; but somehow, Kihyun always seemed to manage it. Bee Nice sold lotions, soaps, skin products, jars of organic honey in an assortment of flavors, different honey-flavored candies, and even apparel that sported tiny bees or honeycomb inspired designs.

You helped out as much as you could, the shop being your child and the two of you being the parents. But you were still attending school, pursuing a business major to help with the development of the company as much as possible. You felt bad sometimes about how much Kihyun had to take on, but he rarely complained, always saying it was a labor of love.

You reached for one of his hands and pushed a coffee mug into it, "At least we’re running out of products. That means the shop is still just as popular as ever, right? Better than not.”

He drank deeply from his coffee, sighing heavily, “I guess so.”

You furrowed your brow, concerned with his lack of enthusiasm, seeing as he was on lunch break and today was an important day. “Kihyun, is everything okay?”

To your shock his eyes flashed angrily as he spat, “No, everything is not okay.”

You flinched at the venom in his words, “H-hey, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t reply, seething in his chair as you nervously tugged on your tote bag,“I have something for you…” Maybe it would alleviate the situation?

“Oh yeah? What’s that, some more stock to fill up my empty shop?,” he retorted sarcastically. “Because that’d be a pretty damn good surprise right about now.”

You frowned at him, voice quiet, “Kihyun stop.”

“Stop what, _____?,” he snapped, slamming his coffee mug on the table so hard you thought it would break. “Stop working? I don’t have time for that. I barely have time for any of this!” He gestured rapidly between the two of you and around the coffee shop. 

You felt tears prick at your eyes, denying them the right to fall as you tried to speak strongly, “Well, then why did you come here in the first place? I don’t want to see you like this Kihyun, it’s not you.”

He stood up suddenly, the table rattling loudly as he pushed away his chair, “Yeah? Well I don’t want to see you either, _____, because you’re obviously not going to do anything to help me out with the shop, just like usual.”

Kihyun didn’t even give you time to reply as he gave you one last stern look before stalking towards the stairs. You watched him disappear faster than a piece of ice in the sun, hearing the now violent tinkle of the front door as it was slammed shut angrily. You finally gave in and let out a small sob, still unable to process what had happened. You’d never seen Kihyun this angry in all the time you’d known him, he never raised his voice like that. You felt the stares of people around you as you hastily wiped your tears away and gathered your things, still careful of the tote’s contents.

Happy anniversary to you too, you thought bitterly as you exited the cafe and began your long, lonely journey home. 

You felt even worse when you entered the empty house by yourself, shoulders sagging with the weight of your sadness. You walked into the living room, carefully taking out the contents of your bag and placing it on the wooden coffee table. You weren’t good at too many things, but you liked cooking and baking, finding that it was one of the things you excelled in. For your and Kihyun’s anniversary, you’d baked a small cake decorated with tiny, delicate bees made from frosting. The frosting words ’Happy Anniversary Honey!’ written in your best cursive mocked you through the clear plastic container.

You didn’t know what you did wrong, or if you’d done anything wrong at all. Was Kihyun right about you not helping him out more often? You thought he understood that you were still in school, leaving you barely enough time to yourself as you studied for your business degree. Didn’t he understand that you were going to school for the shop? He’d never snapped at you like that before, and you never knew he could get that way. Kihyun was always sweet and happy, tired usually, but still kind to you. He always made it a point to never drag you into his problems to protect you, but back at the coffee shop he’d practically stabbed you with them.

You sighed shakily and checked your watch, noticing that it was almost closing time down at Bee Nice. You always made it a point to tell the manager Shownu, a close friend of Kihyun’s, to try and not let him linger in the store and worry for too long. He was always trying to do everything himself and it made you wonder why he had even hired management to help in the first place.

It was getting late and you didn’t see a point in staying up to wait for him, but you did it anyway. You ate leftovers you found in the fridge, took a scalding shower, and then changed into your pajamas before plopping back down onto the couch. Kihyun would be home soon, and you were nervous, wondering if it wouldn’t be best to just go to bed without him. You decided to turn a random movie on on the television, letting the dialogue drown out the silence and slowly lull you to sleep. You pulled a blanket onto yourself, warding off the bad thoughts. You barely noticed your eyes sliding shut, all you felt was the slow embrace of sleep and the solid comfort of the couch beneath you.

You were awoken by something wet dripping on your face and familiar arms squeezing you tightly, a voice uncharacteristically husky with grief murmuring shakily somewhere from above you. You looked up to see the tear streaked face of Kihyun, who quickly released you after seeing you had awoken, scooting to the other side of the couch. You were shocked to see him crying, watching as he hastily wiped away the wetness from his cheeks, his eyes avoiding yours as he mumbled, “H-hey.”

“Hey…,” you replied cautiously, sitting up and sliding the blanket off yourself as you observed him. Kihyun looked like a mess and he’d obviously been crying for a while judging by the puffiness of his eyes. You had only ever seen him cry a handful of times, and whenever he did it was usually because he was upset about something he did wrong.

Your boyfriend twisted his fingers in his lap, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. “You…,” he tripped over his words clumsily, “I-I’m sorry for earlier.”

It wasn’t hard to tell how upset he was with himself and you felt your heart soften at the sight, “It’s okay, baby.”

Kihyun looked distraught, moving closer to you and gripping one of your hands in his, “But it isn’t, _____!,” he bit his lip, voice still shaky. “I yelled at you, in public too. I embarrassed you and left you alone, and most of all,” he dropped his head into his hands, disappointment curling off his words, “I forgot our anniversary and I can’t forgive myself for that.”

You clicked your tongue, pulling him into your arms comfortingly, “Come here, Kihyun.” He buried his face into your neck, his breath shaky with tears as you talked softly, “I can see you feel bad, baby, and I forgive you. You’ve been overworked for the past few months and placed everything on your shoulders. I haven’t been doing enough to actually help you in the shop, and it took a toll on you." 

You squeezed him tightly and he whispered thickly, "But I forgot.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” you kissed his head, smelling the familiar scent of honey and the old walls of the shop on him. “People forget things. Look at me, for instance,” you giggled lightheartedly, “How many times have I forgotten my keys to the house and had to have you let me in? Too many to count. But every time, you always laughed and patiently drove home to let me in.”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his lips gently, “And that’s what’s important, Kihyun. Not some cake or day to be remembered.”

He smiled shyly at you, his eyes filling with warmth as he turned to regard your cake, “Well, the day’s not over yet. Wanna stuff our faces with cake…together?”

You were already popping the lid of the plastic container off, “I’d like nothing better." 

Kihyun retrieved a fork from the kitchen, eyeing your cake in appreciation, "You really did a great job on it, baby. It looks beautiful.”

You blushed happily at his praise, edging on the cushion of the couch, “Hopefully it’ll taste as good as it looks.”

He rolled his eyes in amusement and took a bite, his mouth still full as he groaned, “Oh my god.”

Your eyes grew wide. “What?!,” you took his hand in yours and made him feed you a piece. You were genuinely surprised with how good it was, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head at the flavor, “Oh my god, go me.” You gave yourself a pat on the back, silently thanking the cookbook you had bought for Kihyun a few Christmases ago.

Kihyun laughed and took another bite, “I haven’t eaten anything all day, so this might be gone in a few minutes.” He fed you a forkful, watching the way your lips wrapped around it and slid between with a smirk, “It tastes so good, right?”
You groaned in appreciation, licking your lips of stray frosting, “Totally.” You swiped some frosting from the tray and sucked it off your finger, savoring the sweet and velvety taste.

Kihyun took his time with another bite, watching you suck your fingers out of his peripheral vision. It drove him crazy how effortlessly sexy you could be and you didn’t even have to try to turn him on. Two could play it at that game, and why not give you a memorable anniversary in the process? 

“I agree. But you know what tastes even better than this cake?,” he simpered, cleaning the fork with a swipe of his tongue.

You looked at him innocently, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy, “What?”


You felt heat creep up your neck as he looked over at you, a smirk playing on his lips. You managed to stutter out an, “O-oh.” You noticed how he was slowly creeping over to you, his eyes playful and flirty.

Kihyun drew his hand up to your cheek, titling your face to meet his as he pressed his lips to yours forcefully. Kihyun was passionate, but it was usually the quiet, gentle kind and whenever he tried to do something sexy, he would always become too embarrassed. But this was the I’m-going-to-suck-on-your-tongue-and-grope-your-boobs kind, which would usually make him blush.

Your boyfriend’s hands cupped your breasts, massaging them roughly as his tongue slid against your. You whimpered into the kiss, hands fumbling with his shirt as you gripped him by the shoulders. You pulled away from him with a gasp, a trail of saliva linking your mouths together where Kihyun panted across from you. 

Your eyes were wide as you took in his disheveled appearance, silent communication happening between the two of you as you reached over and began to unbutton his shirt. He smirked, fingers caressing your arms as they worked to quickly rid him of his shirt. When you pushed the clothing off his shoulders he sat back into the couch and beckoned you to straddle his lap. You settled down comfortably, hands splaying across his lean chest as his found your hair and yanked you in for another searing kiss.

His hands them rested on your hips, thumbs rubbing warm circles as he began to rock you into his clothed crotch. You gasped away from the kiss, feeling the rough material of his jeans rub against the thin layers of your shorts, his now obvious bulge pressing right against your bundle of nerves. You gave a whimper as he gave a hollow thrust up into you, “O-oh, Kihyun.” You bucked back into him, your sudden wetness having soaked through your panties and shorts.

“Does that feel good, baby?,” he grunted lowly, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts as he rocked into you. “Do you like the way I dry fuck you? Huh?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out, burying your head into the crook of his neck as he grabbed your ass and pulled you against him hard. Each snap of his hips sent heat racing to your stomach, the knot there coiling up impossibly tight as if it would snap any second. 

His voice was light and breathy, “You know what? I think you like it too much.” Kihyun stilled his movements and pushed you down into the couch, his body hovering over you as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. He leaned down and left kisses trailing up your legs, his tongue tasting your skin as his fingers teased your lips lightly, “But I have something else you’ll like more.”

You watched with glazed eyes as he lazily stroked your lower lips, coating his fingers with your wetness. Your chest heaved with a content sigh when he finally pushed two digits in, his slender fingers slipping past your folds easily.
Kihyun listened to your relieved gasps as he slowly pumped into you, his other hand coming up to rub your clit teasingly. You cried out when he sped his movements up, hushing you softly and relishing your sighs and moans.

“I know,” he cooed, “My fingers make you feel so good, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyes squeezed shut as you rolled your hips back into his fingers. Out of the men you’ve ever been intimate with, Kihyun made you feel the best not only physically, but emotionally as well. He always made you feel adored and loved, more than anyone else in the world. God, in that moment, all you could think of was how much you loved him too.

“K-Kihyun,” you lips trembled from the overwhelming feelings of affection and pleasure. “I love you. So much.”

Your eyes were closed, but if they’d been open you would have saw his quick bashful and warm smile. He slipped his fingers out carefully, and you opened your eyes to see him unbuckling his belt. The brown leather snaked out of the belt loops, his eyes full of adoration as he whispered, “I love you too, baby.” His pants, underwear, and your shirt dropped to the living room floor as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “You’re so beautiful, _____.”

His body pressed you gently into the couch, his hips touching yours as he guided his length into your heat. You gave a soft gasp as he entered your tight core, the slickness of your walls aiding him in his journey in. The both of you let out a collective relieved groan as he fully sheathed himself in you, Kihyun’s hands curling into fists slowly as he managed to keep his self control. Your fingers found his soft hair, tugging on the light brown locks as you whispered, “Go, Kihyun.”

He grunted in response, beginning to pull out slowly, sensually. He wanted you to feel him and every detail. Kihyun looked up at you with a smirk, seeing how your grip on his hair had tightened significantly, “Is it good baby?”

Shit,” you cursed, his warm hands smoothing up your sides as he rocked into you. “God, yes.”

Kihyun lowered his head to place wet kisses over your neck, groaning as your legs slid up and hooked around his waist to pull him closer. You tilted your head to the side, allowing him to suck dark red hickeys into the delicate skin, you cried out when he pulled away and began to speed up. He propped himself up onto his hands for more leverage as he fucked you into the sofa, his view of you from above absolutely driving him mad. The way your chest heaved with gasps of his name, chanting it over and over, strings of curses leaving his mouth as you bit your lip and cried out. Kihyun reached down and rubbed your clit generously, desiring nothing more than to see you reach your edge before he did. He saw the way your lip was trembling and felt your thighs twitch around his hips, knowing you were close from his sudden attention to your bundle of nerves.

“Are you gonna come for me?,” he said breathily, voice shaky from the rapid movement of his thrusts. “Huh?”

You could only whimper as you felt your end approaching, the hypnotic movement of the circles his fingers made on your clit rendering you speechless. His velvet voice rose an octave as he moaned, making you look up at him as he hammered into you relentlessly, “Are you coming, baby? Yeah?” His voice dropped again, commanding and sultry, “Come for me, ______. Come all over this dick.”

The pit of your stomach snapped at his words, sending a flood of pleasure through your body as you finally came with a cry. Kihyun groaned at the sight, feeling your walls clench around him over and over as he helped you ride out your high, “Yes, ______, holy shit you’re so beautiful.”

You bucked underneath him, the feelings of overstimulation sneaking beneath you as Kihyun’s thrusts became sloppier and more animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through your house as he approached his high. 

Kihyun came only a few moments after you, his head thrown back as he released into your heat. You blushed at the cute way his face scrunched up at the onslaught of pleasure, his moans absolutely musical to the ears as he road out his high and rocked into you slowly. The two of you panted and gasped for breath, the fatigue of after love making hitting you like a ton of bricks. Kihyun pulled out slowly and carefully, making sure to not hurt you as he lazily grabbed his discarded work shirt to clean you up and then him. He did all this with a small smile on his face, just a little shy as he cleaned his essence off your thighs.

Kihyun then laid down into the couch, pulling you so that your head rested against his chest and your legs tangled with his. His voice was soft as a feather, “I love you, my little honey bee.” His fingers brushed the skin of your back lightly, sending happy goosebumps down your spine at his touch.

You hummed contently, listening to his steady heartbeat as you murmured back, “I love you too.”

“Happy anniversary,” he smiled warmly, looking down at you with nothing but love and adoration. 

Silence filled the room, except for the smallest of noises: gentle fingers brushing against skin, content sighs, the softness of lingering kisses, and the satin sound of Kihyun humming you to sleep.