Katsuki doesn’t quite cry during your first time together, but he comes close.
It takes months to build up to it; countless heated, mouthy nights for him to initiate the next step. Already the taste of his skin is familiar, something like home.
He sets you down on the bed like you might break, watery eyes looking to yours. He keeps one hand on your waist, the touch firm; another by your head, propping you up to face him.
“I want this,” you reassure him, something bashful and burning in your words. “I want you, Katsuki.”
There’s a pause, just a moment’s, and he stares. His eyes flit to your naked torso, then lower. “You’ll tell me if it hurts,” he mutters, half-question and half-command as he looks back to you.
You nod.
Sometimes he kisses like you might run away. Tonight is the same. His lips meet yours gently, with the hesitation you’ve come to associate him with, tongue swiping against yours.
His body warms against yours, cock hardening against your thighs as he kisses you, slowly at first, then firmer, teeth grazing against your lips and threatening to bite down.
By the time he pulls away, his breath is ragged, and red has spread across his cheeks. The warmth has freckled down, past his jaw, down along his neck.
You want to trace the scars along his chest, the ones that connect down to his arms. The warped, fleshy patches by his eyes. You want to feel the parts of him you know will be soft; tender to the touch.
But you keep your hands squarely on his biceps, fingers light against corded muscle.
“You’re beautiful,” you tell him, so quietly you think he might not catch it.
Something on his face hardens, briefly, as if on instinct. Then it softens, the furrow of his brow releasing ever so slightly. You watch the compliment sink into the curve of his smile; the hold of his skin.
He blinks, slow. Something glistens at the corner of his eyes.
“Sap,” he mutters, pulling away to nip at your throat.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.
ok but the way I want to write a dodgerfox dark academia rivals to lovers au... I don't have the time I don't have the time I don't have the time but the concept is so goooooood
(that being said if it already exists pls let me know so I can get my fix)
acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest.
two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.
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Yoongi’s grandfather welcomes you to his home warmly. The house was quiet unlike the first and last time you visited. You followed him outside where he was sitting before you came over. A half played baduk laid out on the floor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks as he sits back down. He gestures for you to sit across from him, and you follow while Yoongi sits in between the two of you.
“We wanted to visit you before we make our summer break plans.” Yoongi explains. His grandfather only nods as he continues the game. He moves his piece and gestures for your turn. As you contemplate your move, Yoongi continues. “Did you hear? About Jack Trader?” His grandfather hums while watching your move. “Did you have anything to do with it?”
You both turn your attention to Yoongi. You look at him with shock and confusion at his insinuation. His grandfather laughs. “Why do you think I would have anything to do with it?”
“He has managed to get away with it for this long. Bribing and extorting his way out of it. All of a sudden, he resigns. And there’s a whistleblower coming forward that’s not going to be silenced?”
Yoongi’s grandfather makes his next move and crosses his arms. “And if I did have something to do with it?”
You pause seeing Yoongi’s apprehension. “Why would you do that?” He sighs frustrated. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want to owe you anymore than I already do.”
“The moment I met y/n, your debt to me was gone.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax and a look of shock covers his face. “The moment I knew you were willing to give up your dreams for her sake, I knew it was love.” Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that took over his face. You smile sheepishly as well. “I would have done anything for your grandmother; the love of my life. She always wanted to me retire early and travel with her. I wanted to keep working even though I love her. I eventually did and we spent time together like we always talked about. But now she’s gone, I realised I didn’t leave enough time.” His voice was soft and melancholic. His gaze somewhere far away. “How can I hold it against you when it was for love?” The words Yoongi wanted to say didn’t come out. He grew up knowing his grandfather as the toughest person he knew. Harsher and colder than his parents. Unforgiving and unrelenting. He never gave special treatment. He never bent the rules. Yoongi grew up disappointing him. He wanted Yoongi to continue as his father’s heir. Follow through the family business. When Yoongi asked for his help, he wasn’t surprised when he asked for what he would get in return, once a businessman always a businessman. It didn’t surprise Yoongi when he said he wanted him to intern under his father so he could take over the business. But now, he’s changed his mind? No, he has a change of heart. Yoongi finds it hard to believe. “I don’t want to have any more regrets when it comes to you, Yoongi.” His grandfather continues seemingly reading his mind. “I don’t want to ruin any more of my relationships. I don’t want to only leave my money and business behind. I don’t want you to live a life you don’t want.” Yoongi tears up at how his grandfather speaks about his life. How he acknowledges his limited time.
“Thank you; for everything.” The two hug for the first time in a long time.
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“So now that we’re all graduated, what’s next?” Namjoon asks the group. After the graduation ceremony, everyone celebrated with their own classmates. Then, celebrated with their families after. The entire group only had time to meet up a couple of weeks after. “I got a job with a not-for-profit that focuses on mental health issues.”
“That’s so cool, Joon!” Adora commends Namjoon as did everyone else.
“I already signed with a label.” Hyewon says not surprising anyone. Everyone congratulated her as she raised her beer as a thanks.
You all sat in a circle on foldable chairs. The sea breeze refreshing as you dig your feet in the sand. The small bonfire is the main source of light. “Hobi hooked us up under his parents’ label.” Jungkook answered.
“I already booked some gigs for magazines and fashion week.” Taehyung informed proudly.
“I’m shadowing my dad for a couple months before I get an official position in his company.” Jin says. “What about you two?” Jin directs the question to you and Yoongi who are the last ones to answer.
Everyone went around talking about their plans and futures, but you stayed quiet. You hadn’t thought about it. Your parents most likely already planned for you to work with them. Yoongi hadn’t told you his plans either. “Paris,”
“Paris?” You and the entire group repeated Yoongi’s answer in shock.
He looks at you with a boyish smile. “Wanna go to Paris?” You were flustered and butterflies swirled around in your stomach. “I know, we haven’t discussed it, but we should get away just the two of us. Before we get busy with this new chapter of our lives.” You couldn’t contain your smile ignoring everyone’s comments about the romance. “What do you say?”
“Yes,”
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“I never thought I would be in Paris.” You sigh dreamily as you look at the city lights.
“Jin mentioned you wanted to take Joon here when we got back from our trip. Sorry, you’re here with me instead.” You laughed at his apology.
“Are you kidding?” You close the distance between the two of you and lay your hand on his chest. “There’s no one else I’d rather be here with than you. I just meant Joon would appreciate this city.” He hums placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t believe you still remember that. That was like three years ago?”
“I remember everything about you.” Your heart swells at his affection. You couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you have come. From sitting awkwardly across each other, plotting your lies and forced interest to sitting on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower and confessing your mutual love for each other like it was the first time. “What are your plans when we get back?”
You sigh replacing your hand on his chest with your head. He wraps his arm around you, and you take in the scenery in front of you. “I don’t know. I’m surprised my parents haven’t told me what my plans are.” You chuckle at their odd behaviour. Did they have a change of heart like Yoongi’s grandfather? You didn’t want to even entertain the idea and give you a gleam of hope. But if they did, you didn’t know where you would start. Going back to esreservations was not an option. You will keep in touch with Hyori, but you don’t want to put yourself and the people you care about in danger again. “What about you?”
“I still have until the end of this year until the lease on my studio is up. Probably work on new music, release and promote it, and get signed by a label.” You nod solemnly. Everyone knows what they’re doing but you. As if he read your thoughts, Yoongi squeezed your shoulder. You look up at him and he gives you a smile. “Let’s call your parents tomorrow, ask them if they have any plans for you. If they do, we can talk about if you want to do it.” You laugh at the idea. Saying no to your parents? That would be a first. “If they don’t, then we’ll figure it out together.”
“That sounds nice.” For once in your life, you made a decision for yourself. You outweighed the risks against the benefits and took a leap of faith. For once, you didn’t have a plan. You broke the rules. You went against everything you knew and believed in. It turned out to be the best thing you ever did. Because of it, you met Yoongi. You found your people and made unbreakable bonds with them. Because of it, you are in love and are experiencing moments to remember for the rest of your life. Because of it, you know there is no need to worry. The best things come without any plan or calculation. The best things will come if you let it and say yes. The best things will come because it was always meant to be.
[a/n] ok here it is! the epilogues are out so this means the completed end to acquiesce for good. not sure if anyone will catch onto the callbacks from the previous chapters but if you do, you're amazing :O
thank you so much for reading my series (i know i say this all the time but it is because i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart). i appreciate every single show of love for my writing. love you all and hope you enjoyed this series
It starts when Dean and Cas are bickering about a case, trying to figure out what the fuck was killing all these people. The only clue they have is the blood was completely drained from the victims’ bodies through an IV and there were at least two of them working together.
They had been arguing over whether it was a group of vampires (Dean’s theory) or vetalas (Cas’ theory) for the past hour at a local diner.
"Okay sweetheart," Dean says, sarcasm dripping with each syllable. "I guess we'll see soon. There they go." He points to a shady group he recognizes from the CCTV footage.
Cas shoots him a withering glare as they slide out of the booth. Dean pulls out his wallet and drops a couple bills on the table, and when he looks up, Cas is already out the door, dramatically flinging the door open.
i said i was done with writing and less than 24h later i’m writing an au in which julie has the cutest dog ever (called petal) and her house is on luke’s way to band practice and he stops by every day to pet her and that’s how they meet, i guess i just needed pure, self-indulgent fluff in my life
Katsuki who layers you like a lettuce in the wintertime, haha
He’s holding you hostage in his apartment. Already, he’s forced you into one of his nicer, warmer coats, the kinds worth at least a few months’ rent.
“It’s too big,” you complain, watching him put on his own. “I look like I’m drowning.”
“You’ll thank me later.”
As much fabric as you’re swimming in, and as much as you want to huff, you know he’s right.
You’re finally about to head out when he calls your name.
“C’mere.”
Katsuki’s holding a scarf out, an end in each hand. You recognize it as one of his own; it’s a deep, rich maroon, hand-knit and expensive.
He unravels it, then folds it into perfect halves. Katsuki drapes one side over you, and wraps the remaining fabric over your face. The movements are gentle, restrained, soft wool gliding over your skin.
“I can do this myself, ya know.”
“I know,” he mutters, tucking one end into the other, calloused hands cool against the warmth of your neck. “But you should let me do things for you.”
It takes him a few moments of fiddling before he’s satisfied. You’re entirely bundled now, in clothes that are all his—and all warmer than yours.
“Are we done now?” you ask.
He pauses for a moment, stepping back to take a good look at you.
“Put a hat on,” he says, finally.
“No!”
“Don’t come crying when your ears freeze off, then.”
(the two of you leave home. fifteen minutes later, when you complain about your ears, he procures a hat out of his pocket and shoves it on you with a smirk and a “told ya”.)
"Hah?" Katsuki's head shoots up, suddenly alert. He'd been buried in his work for the better part of the afternoon, and each page had been a new grimace. "Who's frownin'?"
"You, dumbass."
He shifts when you slide into the spot beside him, but he's back to his paperwork before long. "Am not," he grumbles, eyebrows knitting even tighter.
"You totally are." You peer over; it's some legal document for the agency, one you aren't particularly keen on reading. "You're such a grouch when you work."
"Am not'," he grouches again.
You sigh. "Look at me?"
Ever-obedient, he obliges, eyebrows raising just slightly at the command.
"You'll wrinkle all grumpy if you keep this up," you chide, reaching up to smooth out his eyebrows. They relax under your touch, but only momentarily; the skin puckers up as soon as you let go.
He lets out a half-hearted huff. "I'm not that old," he mutters. "And what–ya gonna leave me over a wrinkle?"
You roll your eyes. The ring on your finger says otherwise. "Just trying to keep you youthful, grumpy."
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(Later that night, as you're recounting some story or other over dinner, you spot his first wrinkle. It's a little thing, right under his left eye–the very spot that crinkles when he smiles the smile he reserves for you.
