#haven't noticed that problem with this guy though

[ghirahimbo]

quick plug for the Spanish Boost YouTube account if you're a beginner/intermediate Spanish learner looking for comprehensible input (slow, easier to follow speech). I've mostly been watching the Minecraft videos so far (eyeing the Stardew Valley series 👀) but they've been just about perfect for my learning level, and it's fun because it's the kind of stuff I'd be watching on YouTube anyway

[reginyani]

Midnight Moments | s.reid x fem!reader

summary: rossi host's a new year's eve party at his mansion, where you and Spencer have too much to drink, and end up going home together. this leads from one thing to another, and you somehow end up on top of him.

cw: 18+, mdni, fem!bau!reader, drunk sex, vaginal sex, praise, drunk!reader, drunk!spencer, making out, unprotected sex, dom!reader

wc: 3k

authors note: this honestly is pretty lazy i haven't written smut or any kind of sex fanfiction in SOO long.. im so used to writing fluff, and i'm sorry for this monstrosity. i swear guys I USED TO BE GOOD!! but anyways, i hope you like because even though it's not as good as i wanted it, it took a while!! (reblog if u did!)

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It was unreasonably warm for a New Year's Eve in Virginia, and the BAU team decided it would be fun to celebrate the holiday of transitioning to the new year at Rossi's sprawling mansion. The living room was lit by twinkling lights from a chandelier, casting a warm glow over the polished furniture. The scent of rich Italian food filled the air, mingling with the sharper tang of champagne. Laughter filled the room, and the unusual lightness of the air was noticeable tonight.

 

It wasn't too often that the team was able to unwind together. In fact, it had been months since they had been able to be in the same place without the stress of a case hanging over their heads. The new year was only a couple of hours away, and for once, nobody there was thinking about the darkness everyone had to face so often.

 

But tonight, you had been thinking about something else, rather... someone else. Spencer Reid sat on one of the plush couch cushions near the fireplace, his legs crossed with a glass of champagne in his hand. His tie was loosened, his hair a bit tousled from the evening's past activities. It had been quite some time since he had allowed himself to truly be 100% indulged in a night like this. His mind was usually full of numbers, equations, random facts, and the weight of the world's problems. But tonight, there was something oddly freeing about him tonight, and you couldn't tell if it was Garcia's laughter in the background or the sense that the world outside didn't exist.

 

Beside him, you took a seat, and you couldn't help but think how undeniably sexy you found him tonight. Maybe it was the loose tie, the way his hair was messier than usual, or maybe the way he was actively engaging in the conversations more than he normally did.

 

After a few moments of quiet conversation with Spencer, a bottle of wine appeared. You both shared laughs over something trivial—maybe the third or fourth joke of the night—but before long, both of your glasses were refilled. You didn't mean to drink so much, and you usually never did, but with the glow of the evening, it felt like such an easy thing to do. Spencer, though, seemed way more relaxed and loose tonight than you'd ever seen him.

 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asks, his voice a bit slurred, but his eyes still sharp.

 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you question back, smirking as you raised your glass. The night was still young, and if you knew anything about the people in this room, it was that they could always handle another round of drinks. But you never had Spencer like this, and he never allowed himself to be so vulnerable with drinking alcohol. So were you really sure he could handle another round of drinks?

 

Spencer hesitated, staring at his drink like it was something from a different world. But then, a slow smile formed on his lips. "Well, I guess if we're both doing questionable things tonight, I suppose I could join you." He raises his glass to yours and slowly raises it to his lips. In what felt like seconds, the liquid disappeared.

 

The evening had quickly turned into a haze of laughter, clinking glasses, and everyone telling increasingly exaggerated stories. Spencer and Morgan's ties were long gone, and it was quite clear that everyone the night had reached its peak when Garcia decided to stand on the coffee table and dramatically recite a version of Romeo and Juliet with a very confused Reid forced to play the role of Romeo. At some point, Morgan drunkenly broke into a dance when one of his "favorite club songs" turned on, blasting from the speaker, which he received tons of criticism from Prentiss on. Rossi sat back, watching the spectacle unfold with a smirk on his face.

 

But as the night got older, the energy in the room began to wane. The champagne and wine had clearly done their work, and now basically everyone was drunk out of their minds, groaning in exhaustion. JJ was leaning against Will, slowly nodding off, while Hotch, looking slightly tired, kept checking the time on his phone. It was way past midnight, which meant the new year had already come around, and it wasn't long before the decision was made that it was time to go home.

 

"I think I'll call it a night, everyone," Hotch said, his words slow as he got up from his seat, groaning slightly.

 

"Agreed, get out of my house," Rossi replied, smirking slightly. "I'm getting way too old for this."

 

Morgan, still grinning but very clearly less steady on his feet, clapped a hand on Spencer's shoulder, clearly startling Spencer as he flinched. "You doing alright, Pretty Boy?"

 

Spencer blinked a few times, trying to completely focus on Morgan and regain his composure. "Yeah... I just need to make sure I don't forget my keys." He fumbled around in his pockets, very clearly confused about the whereabouts of his keys. "I'll be fine. It's just a very... long walk back to my place." He groans.You laugh at his comment, standing up from the couch and helping him gather some of his things.

 

Garcia was already calling an Uber, the sound of her bubbly voice ordering a ride with Morgan in the background. Clearly, the idea sounded good to Spencer, because soon he was on the app ordering himself one. His hand clutched his phone with an almost desperate intensity, his brows furrowed in concentration.

 

"Do you... need help with that?" you asked, your words just a little slower than usual. You both were beyond drunk, and Spencer's face was flushed, his eyes glassy as he stared at the Uber app.

 

"I've got it," he said, his voice more clipped than normal. "I—uh, do I just... wait, Do I need to set a destination first?"

 

You tried not to laugh, but the sight of him furiously tapping on his phone, trying to figure out how he can summon an Uber, was enough to make you let out a hearty laugh. "Spencer, you've gotten an Uber before, right? You don't need to give them a whole speech on how to get you home," you said as he started to type a long paragraph in the 'extra details' section, basically giving the driver a shorter way to get him home, forgetting they have Google Maps.

 

"Right, of course." His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he looked over at you. "Okay, well, it's on the way..."

 

"Good," you lean against the doorframe for support, already starting to feel the warmth of the alcohol take over your body completely and start to cloud your thoughts.

 

"Can I come with you? I don't think me going home alone with an unknown driver this late at night is a great idea," you say to him, saying your words without completely thinking them through at first. Did you seriously just ask if you could spend the night at Spencer's place?

 

"Yeah, sure... that's fine." He answered, leaning against a wall, breathing heavily. Clearly, this was his first time being as drunk as he is now.

 

The Uber arrived soon after, and after saying goodbye to everybody, you both made your way outside, barely noticing the crispness of the air against your skin as you both climbed into the back seat. You settled into the leather seats, and Spencer quickly buckled his seatbelt, though he wasn't quite as smooth with his movements as he usually was. You did the same, your fingers fumbling to find the buckle for a couple of seconds.

 

As the car started to move, a comfortable silence fell between you two, only broken by the faint hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the wheels. The lights from the city blared into the window, making you squint your eyes and turn away from the window.

 

"So..." you smirked as you began to speak quietly. "Do you always drink this much at parties?"

 

Spencer shifted in his seat at the comment. He didn't meet your gaze right away, but after a second, he shrugged. "Not usually. I don't know, I just... for some reason it felt different tonight. I didn't really want to be that guy who spends the whole night hiding in the corner, not enjoying himself."

 

"Well, you sure didn't hide tonight." You teased, your tone a little more playful than intended.

 

He chuckled, and you could tell he was relaxed—more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. Maybe ever, actually. It was strange seeing him act so... human. It wasn't often you witnessed that.

 

"I guess I was," he said, his smile a bit lopsided now. "I think I needed that more than I realized."

 

You nod, agreeing with him silently. "You know, you're actually quite fun when you let loose," you said, the feeling of the alcohol kicking in more with each passing second.

 

Spencer's gaze locked with yours for a quick second before he quickly looked away. "Yeah?" His cheeks flash red once again. "I've been told I'm too uptight."

 

"Don't listen to whoever says that," you replied almost too quickly. "You're just being you, and that's a nice trait to have." You faced him fully, your voice lowering as you continued to speak. "But... I do like this side of you."

 

His lips parted, a bit taken aback, but he recovered quickly, a soft laugh escaping him. "Maybe the alcohol is really taking in, but... thanks. I think I might also like this side of me too."

 

You smiled, everything feeling just a bit hazy, but the sincerity in Spencer's voice made your heart skip a beat. Before either of you could continue to speak, the car rolled to a stop in front of Spencer's apartment building.

 

You both thanked the Uber driver, then climbed out of the car. The cool night air hit both your faces, and then you realized just how unsteady you were on your feet. Spencer quickly steadied you, his hands gripping your waist to support you. "You okay?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming serious again.

 

You nod, blushing heavily at his hand placement. Your thoughts wandered, and he raised an eyebrow, confused by your zoning out. He snapped a finger, and you snapped back to reality. "Yeah, yeah... One step at a time, right?"

 

Spencer smiles, continuing to hold onto you. "One step at a time."

 

Eventually, you both make it to his apartment door, and he's still holding you up, making sure you don't fall.

 

He leans to flick up the light switch, trying to have as minimal movement as possible. When the light hits his face, you observe his features. His cheeks were flushed, his lips plump and parted, and his eyes slightly watery. Your drunken mind was in awe, finding him completely and utterly breathtaking. Why though? You never had before...

 

He looks down at you, smiling a bit before guiding you over to his couch. You both sit down, his legs stretched out in front of him. You kick your heels off, finally feeling the freedom of what felt like bricks taken off your feet.

 

A few minutes go by, the silence becoming unnoticeable. He starts to speak; his words are still slurred but sharp. "You know... I've always found it fascinating how people underestimate the power of silence. Not just the absence of sound, but... the weight of it. Do you ever think about that?"

 

You laugh softly at his words, finding his brain process oddly fascinating. If you were sober, you generally wouldn't be interested in his new weird random topic, but this time you were.

 

"You're drunk, Spencer. You're talking about silence like it's some kind of breathtaking quantum physics thingy." You reply, looking up at him with your eyebrows raised.

 

"It is!" he argues, furrowing his eyebrows. "But you're right. I probably shouldn't try to sound profound when I've had at least, like, 1 glass of champagne and 3 glasses of wine," he says, puffing up his cheeks.

 

You glance up at him again, a warm smile spreading across your face. His eyes, the look a little too soft tonight, and it's driving you nuts, making your heart flutter like crazy.

 

"Don't worry, you're smarter than me regardless. Even when you're drunk out of your mind."

 

Spencer's gaze softens, his eyes locking with yours for a moment that felt like forever. He shifts a bit closer to you, trying not to make it noticeable. But oh... it is.

 

"You think I'm smart? and... not annoying?" He asks, his voice quieter, as if the question had more meaning than it should.

 

"Of course I do. You're literally brilliant." You say it without hesitation, almost like a reflex, and it catches him off guard for a second. But seriously, what kind of question is that? He had an IQ of 187 and could read 20,000 words per minute. He's quite literally a genius.

 

Spencer's lips curl into a smile, and he tilts his head to look at you. He studies your face, with a curious, almost vulnerable look in his eyes.

 

"You know, nobody ever really says that often unless they're teasing me. Sometimes I just wonder if I actually make sense to people, or if I just ramble everyone's ears off." You continue to smile, and for a second, Spencer feels like your eyes are literally twinkling at him.

 

"You ramble. But you make sense. You always do." You reassure him, but the atmosphere starts to feel heavier as you continue to compliment him.

 

He shifts again, and now his body is just a few inches away from yours. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and suddenly you feel hyper-aware of everything happening between you two. His hand brushes against your arm for a second, but he doesn't immediately pull back, his touch lingering. You gulp, his touch sending flutters down your chest.

 

He begins to speak again, but somehow softer than before. How is it even possible? "I'm glad you think that. Not many people allow themselves to tell me that or just think that in general." He pauses for a second, "You mean a lot to me, you know? More than I let on..."

 

After he says this, the air feels thicker, charged with unspoken tension. You look back up at him, meeting his eyes, and this time, the air feels anything but heavy and awkward. Instead, it's full of possibilities.

 

Without thinking first, you lean in just a bit, your breath starting to mingle with his. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. He brings his hand up to the side of your face, as if he's waiting for you to make the first move.

 

You whisper, "You mean a lot to me, too." And in one swift motion, his lips meet yours—soft at first. As if something inside of him shifts suddenly, the kiss deepens, the closeness overwhelming you both.

 

You pull away for a second, catching your breath. Spencer lets an overwhelmed whimper slip from his lips, and he looks at you with puppy eyes.

 

This drives you absolutely mad.

 

You lunge for his lips, grabbing his face and pulling him into it deeper. You pull him closer, shifting your body to straddle his lap, your skirt riding up your legs. He whines; feeling your body on top of him makes him feel so vulnerable, and he likes it.

 

You continue to kiss him, skillfully unbuttoning his shirt as you do so. You pull it off his arms, and you pull away from him, pulling off your shirt in one swift motion. You then go in to kiss his collarbone, and that makes him unwillingly gasp. When you start to bite on his skin, that almost makes Spencer scream.

 

The erection in his pants didn't go unnoticed anymore the more horny you got for him, and you start to shift your hips on top of him, feeling it through your underwear. And at this point, your pussy was throbbing.

 

 

"I... I need you..." He mumbles, throwing his head back.

 

"Speak up, baby. You need what?" You tease him. He looks back up at you, feeling defeated as you make him say it again.

 

"I need you!" He whines, and that makes you raise an eyebrow in amusement. You liked seeing him like this. Drunk and overwhelmed with pleasure, messy hair and slick, wet lips.

 

You lift yourself up onto your knees, quickly unzipping his pants and then pulling down his boxers. His hard cock sprung out, pre-cum already coating the tip. You look down at him, smirking as you pull your underwear to the side, your pussy throbbing, begging for touch.

 

You take his cock in hand, stroking it a few times, making him gasp in pleasure. "Ah—Y/N..." He lets out, barely able to form words, just a mess of sounds of please.

 

You smirk, groaning as you guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, rocking your hips back and forth as the tip rubs against you. You moan, throwing your own head back as much as you could.

 

Eventually, you slowly slide his cock into your pussy, slowly starting to bounce up and down. You speed up, and Spencer starts to breathe heavily, you both becoming a moaning mess.

 

He begins to rock his hips with you, "God, you're so perfect like this, Spence." You let out, your voice cracking between words as you try to praise him. Your fingers began to bury in his hair, pulling it slightly as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock.

 

"Y/N... I'm— I'm close..." He whines, holding onto your shoulders as you continue to ride him.

 

"Yes! Please, yes, Spencer... come inside me!" You moan loudly, chasing your high as well. This was enough to completely drive him over the edge.

 

Spencer came hard, his legs shaking as his hips pressed against your skin as he moaned loudly. You press your head into his chest, feeling pleasure take over your body as you also reach the edge, mingling your moans together.

 

Eventually, he pulls out, and you collapse onto the side of his couch, breathing heavily. You look over to the side, where Spencer is still breathing heavily, completely overwhelmed with the whole situation.

 

"Damn, Spencer... you're weak." You say, chuckling as you try to make it less awkward than it already was.

 

"Oh, shut up."

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[evilminji]

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

[moussedoodles]

"This town's big enough for one cool guy,"

"There's something different about you,"

WAGH, THE MAFIAxGANGLEADER AU PIECE IS FINALLY DONE GOOD GOD, DESIGNING NEZHA AND AO BING PUT ME THROUGH THE WRINGER

Anyways! Hope you guys like these designs! Might draw more of the other characters (The rest of the Loong family + SGB, or the rest of Nezha's gang) one of these days lmao

Some design notes:

Ao Bing

The thing over his shoulders is a hanfu-styled jacket, with it's inner having a dragon pattern in the style of those blue porcelain pieces

The lapels of his vest and the hem of his pants have the same print as the fabric of his hanfu and robes in his canon design

The hairpin that keeps his hair up is supposed to mimic his horns in canon, though I don't know how clear that is 😭

His hair is incredibly well-maintained, especially since he dyes it often

It's not pictured, but he has ice burn scars that crawl up from his palms to a little above his wrists

This is what he wears on the job/when going outside. Otherwise, he dresses pretty casually, defaulting to a light sweater vest, sweater, or cardigan over a white button-up (like the one fit his irl mascot wore lmao)

Again, unseen, but he has a large tattoo of his dragon form from the original movies! I still haven't decided if I want it on his arm or on his back yet tho lmao

That uniform has been through a lot. A lot of his wardrobe comes in white or light blues, which is a biiiit of problem when you're the son of a mafia kingpin and you're occasionally tasked with "helping" people "swim with the fishes".

Nezha

All of his clothes are thrifted. All of them. Especially the red cropped jacket

Speaking of which, has lots of lotus motifs (inspired by this design by snowscapism) and the yellow lining the lapels calls back to the vest lil Nezha has in canon

That crop top used to be a normal, black crop top before Nezha absolutely shredded it (probably in some accident) and painted over it to make it "cooler". He also painted over the cargo pants he's wearing.

ANOTHER jacket tied to his waist as another callback to the yellow ribbon in Nezha's canon design

A lot of his jewelry were gifted to him by mama Yin when she saw he took interest in some of her own pieces when he was younger. The only ones that weren't were his helix piercings which he got without telling anyone in his family lmao

He also does his own makeup and face paint. The red, flame-like markings are a symbol of their gang, and every member has the mark, often done by Nezha himself

HENNNAAAAA!!! I GAVE HIM HENNA ON HIS HANDS :))) I LOVE HENNAAAAAAA!! They have a lotus design on them, but they aren't exactly that noticeable 😭

Rollerblades....

[gyuubear]

Obsession

Kai loves his wife…maybe a little too much…

Pairing: husband!Kai x wife!reader

Warnings: themes of obsession and perversion, dom!Kai, bent over, missionary, fingering, no protection, creampie, slight power dynamics, possessiveness, intense/emotional sex, pet names, anything else I missed, MDNI

A/N: I've been wrestling with this for so long but I finally finished!! And I decided to give it a cute ending cuz why not. I personally really love this one and I hope you guys will too! Enjoy! (≧◡≦) ♡

WC: 3.5k

If there’s one thing Kai loves to do, it’s make love to his adorable wife. Without a doubt it’s his favorite activity. And no matter how much he fucks you, he can’t ever get enough. He's insatiable, the need to be consumed by your warmth a constant hunger in his body.

He’s obsessed with the sweet noises you make when he’s pumping you full of cum, the sight of you being utterly ruined on his thick cock, the way your eyes glaze over when he gives you too much and you can't do anything but take it like a good girl...

And when he’s not fucking you his thoughts are consumed with lewd images of you, and all the filthy things he wants to do to you. 

Doesn’t make a difference if he’s in a meeting or watching tv; he’s always craving you.

Which is exactly why, even though he’s sitting at his desk doing work, he can't pull his eyes away from your pretty thighs. It wasn’t your intention to distract him; you simply wandered into the room looking for the only stapler in your house, which is on Kai’s desk. But since the stapler won’t cooperate you have to stand there fidgeting with it in an attempt to fix the problem.

From his peripheral vision he notices the hem of your short skirt swaying here and there. His eyes immediately latch on to the movement. Fingers hovering over the keyboard of his computer, work is completely forgotten as he eyes the smooth skin disappearing beneath grey fabric and bites his lip. The deadline for the current project report is due in a few hours, it would be a bad idea to get distracted now…but then again…he can’t help the fact that his wife is so cute and desirable.

His hand reaches out, grazing the back of your thigh, sliding up along soft skin. The gentle pressure makes you jump, especially when you feel the cool metal of his wedding band.

“Oh!”, you relax once you realize it’s just your husband. “Kai, what are you doing?”

“Nothing?”, he replies innocently, as if he’s confused what you’re even talking about.

But the slow upturn of the corner of his mouth and his half lidded eyes suggest anything but innocence. Unaware of the indecent thoughts running through his mind you return your focus to the stupid stapler. However, the lust flooding Kai’s senses is only growing.

His hand trails a little higher, just enough so the tips of his fingers vanish beneath the hem of your skirt. Your struggle with the stapler falters. Goosebumps break out over your skin. The familiar silence of the room is now charged with something else, a faint buzzing that can't be ignored. The two of you haven't been married very long, but you've been together for some time now, and yet it always surprises you how sensitive you still are to his touch.

You quickly push your suspicion aside; maybe it’s not what you’re thinking. After all, it’s not uncommon for Kai to have his hands on you.

Kai fights a giggle. He knows you so well, the way you’re so naive and trusting, he can always tell what you’re thinking. As he toys with you, his mind wanders to your panties. The color you might be wearing, the style and fabric type...He loves guessing; maybe it's the pervert in him, it’s like a secret game he plays with himself. Even when he knows he shouldn't, he thinks about you and your underwear, mind forever lost in thoughts of you.

Pink, he decides. It’s your favorite and you have so many in this color, it’s always a safe bet.

His dick throbs at the thought of you in your underwear, wanting to fuck you so bad. In fact, it’s not a want, it’s a need. The need to fuck his pretty wife dumb is like his need for air, and sometimes just the thought of you has him straining in his pants.

His fingers creep up farther under your skirt and ever-so-slightly pull the skin of your thigh away from your core.

“Kai!”, your breath catches in your throat, realizing his true intentions.

He pouts teasingly, “What?”

“D-don’t you have a deadline or something?“

He scowls at that. The deadline is the last thing he wants to think about right now. He can't even bring himself to care when there's a more pressing matter to attend to.

“Shh, don’t worry your pretty head about that, honey. I’m focused on something much better right now.”

Before you can respond, Kai’s fingers brush your clothed pussy, and a bolt of hot lightning runs down your spine. It’s crazy how you never get used to his touch. You try to ignore him; ignore how he softly traces the most sensitive part of your body, how your stomach flutters at every caress.

Maybe he’ll get bored and go back to his work, you hope.

But kai could never get bored of you. His love for you is like a sickness, one that has no cure—not that he would even want a cure.

He observes you carefully, fascinated by the reactions he's coaxing from you, the way you think you’re hiding the effect he’s having on you, but Kai can see the slight trembling of your thighs and the pink spreading across your cheeks. His muscles tense as he resists the urge to fuck you already, because he knows if he goes to fast you might come to your senses and tell him to get back to work. He’s gonna have to get you whining and begging for him, and luckily, that’s something he enjoys doing (and is also very good at).

Slipping a finger beneath your panties, he curses under his breath at the wet warmth of your pussy. You thought you could resist but when you feel his finger directly on your folds you know you’re a goner. The stapler in your hands is worthless as you drop it on the desk with a gasp and rest your shaky hands on the wood. Kai takes his time with you as he spreads your slick along your folds, drawing out pathetic whines from you with every stroke. He slides his finger back and forth a few times before tracing agonizingly gentle circles around your fluttering hole.

When he finally slips a finger into your gummy walls you can’t stop the moan that escapes you. Your fingers curl, nails digging into the wood as you turn your face away from Kai. Cute, he marvels. It’s endearing to him how you still get embarrassed by your own moans.

The pad of his finger prods at the inside of your pussy, finger sinking in an out, knuckle dragging deliciously against your opening. Applying gentle pressure at first but increasing in intensity as he begins to pump his finger in and out.

“K-Kai…”, you whimper.

Smiling smugly, he inquires, “Something wrong, bub?”

You whine at the tone of his voice. You know he’s damn well aware of what he’s doing to you, he just loves teasing you. Especially when the trembling in your legs is getting more noticeable. You squirm against the pleasure, whining and biting your lip to prevent more moans from pouring out. "Don't", he urges, "you know I always wanna hear you".

"But-"

He cuts you off with a gentle, but stern, warning, "Don't force me to be mean, bub."

You whine a bit more, but ultimately concede with a surprised moan when his thumb brushes your clit.

Head clouded from the pleasure and barely able to keep yourself standing upright, your arms drop onto the table, and you lean all your weight forward so that you’re completely bent over Kai’s desk. The sight of his wife surrendering herself to him, putting herself totally at his mercy, ignites a rush of adrenaline through his veins. The high he gets as a result makes his dick strain painfully in his pants. He could probably cum just from this.

His breath hitches once he realizes your skirt has risen up, revealing the color of your panties.

Pink.

Getting the color of your underwear right always feels like a reward. He palms his dick over his pants to get some relief, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his finger in you. “Kai!”, you gasp for breath at the way his finger curls against your walls. “M-more..”

Hueningkai's heart swells in his chest whenever you say his name like that, breathless and calling for him like a lifeline. It's the sound that plays in his mind 24/7, a sweet melody meant only for his ears, because only he can do this to you; only he can make his wife feel so good.

"Yeah?", he rasps, voice thick with desire, "My baby needs more of me?"

Too embarrassed to speak, you nod meekly. He slides in another finger and as he ramps up the speed your jaw goes slack, leaving you unable to formulate a single word. Every nerve, tendon, and muscle in your legs is useless as the pressure builds and you completely slump over his desk, boobs flattened against the wood.

When the stickiness between your legs starts to drip down Kai's hand, he teases, “What a mess baby, dripping everywhere…” And he’s right, you are a mess, nothing but a puddle of bliss on his desk as he parts your walls over and over again. " 'm cumming!!" is all you manage to choke before your orgasm takes over you, knocking the air out of your lungs and leaving you breathless and heaving.

Once your orgasm subsides, you get up on shaky legs, but you grip the edge of the desk for support at what you see when you turn around. Kai is running his tongue up his hand, licking your juices off his fingers, groaning at the flavor cuz he's completely obsessed with the taste of his wife. You gulp and attempt to keep yourself steady, but he keeps his eyes on you while he cleans you off his fingers. Your knees buckle when he says, "mm, taste so good, honey".

He gets up from his chair, warm hands pulling you close, tight grip on your waist in case your legs give out. Your hands instantly tangle themselves in his shirt, clutching him for dear life to stay afloat in this feeling of absolute intoxication.

He cups your face with his clean hand, and leans in for a loving kiss, pressing his lips softly against yours. Breaking away only to come back harder. He tilts your head back to deepen the kiss, brushing his thumb softly over your cheek. He opens his mouth against yours, sucking the plump fat of your lips, running his tongue and teeth over the skin. You respond in kind, letting him devour your lips but also running your own tongue all over his mouth. The kiss quickly becomes wet and sloppy, driven by passion as you both consume each other.

The hand on your waist runs down your back, pressing you into him. His kisses are all tongue and saliva as he curves into you, always wanting more, more, more. You have to physically force him away to be able to catch your breath. Even then, he only gives a few centimeters, breathing you in while he watches you pant.

“My darling wife”, he whispers, his breath warm and moist against your cheek, “all mine”. The words would sound sweet to anyone else, but you know him like your own skin; you can hear the intensity in them, the silent threat that he’s going to devour you. It’s that threat, that promise, that sends heat coursing through your blood, leaving your tummy and fingertips tingly.

He sits you on the desk, easing you down so that you're laying on your back. Nimble fingers slip your panties down and off your legs, tossing them aimlessly, as he hurries to unbutton his jeans and push his underwear down just enough. You watch with eager eyes as he takes out his beautiful cock, so big and veiny you feel yourself salivating immediately.

"Your shirt", you mumble quietly, wanting to see more of your husband's perfect body. He smirks as he goes to grant your request, but the small reminder of your desire for him sends a shiver through his body, because he still can’t quite believe his luck, that this is his reality. The knowledge of it makes him dizzy.

"Eager for me, honey?" He drawls, voice slow and deliberate. One hand pumping his dick, the other finds the flimsy fabric of your skirt, flipping the material over your stomach with a flick of his wrist, and exposing your puffy, swollen pussy.

You inhale sharply, not so much from the cold air, but from your husband’s predatory gaze. The weight of his attention sinks into you, searing your sensitive skin as he eyes you like a delicacy made just for him. Your bottom lip quivers at his fervor, " 'c-course I am...always am for you. You know that.” At the sight of your sweet, devoted expression, eyes wide with adoration, his patience snaps. He can't wait anymore. He needs to feel you around him right now.

One hand on your hip, he aligns his tip with your hole, rubbing it a few times against your folds to get it nice and wet, before parting your walls in one long, slow thrust.

"Fuck, bub..." he sighs at how your pussy welcomes him, your body so willing and compliant for him. He goes slow, wanting to savor the moment, the heavenly feeling of your tight, hot pussy enveloping him, slick walls making way for him and pulling him deeper and deeper.

“Ah..! Kai—nng—too much!” Your mind reels at the feeling of being stuffed full of your husband's fat cock. But he barely gives you any time to adjust, pulling out half way and slamming back into you, stretching your poor pussy so good you’re wailing on his dick. Your arousal is out of control, sticky syrup coats him with every thrust, and you mewl helplessly at the way he splits you open.

He leans over your frame, one hand caging you in while the other skims over your skirt, finding your plush tits. A cloud of haze has fallen over him, wrapping around his brain, and his eyes, drowning out everything—except you. “My pretty wife”, he whispers, almost as if to himself, “Mine, all mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He punctuates each word with sharp thrusts, rocking your small frame. 

He kneads your breast like it’s his own personal stress toy. Roughly groping you, relishing in how you cry out for him, but never relenting. He pushes your shirt up and hastily unhooks your bra, lips immediately latching on to your nipple. He sucks your sensitive bud harshly, biting and nipping, a cruel eagerness that has you squealing and writhing below him. "Oh...shit, so cute….just wanna ruin you over and over again”. Kai’s hands and lips ravage your body, hips quickening their pace, ramming into you as his worship of your body increases in its desperation. He trails sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over you, slobbering like a dog, leaving your boobs red and shiny with his saliva. More profanities fall from his lips at your sweet noises of pleasure.

There’s something different about him right now, something foreign in his intensity…at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Deep down, you know it’s always been there. His love, his touch, has always been all-consuming. You never let yourself acknowledge it before, because you couldn't face the truth. Not that your husband has an unhealthy addiction to you, but that you can't help but be turned on by it. It’s so hot. 

“So perfect— god….” His eyes are closed, eyebrows furrowed. Kai’s usually very teasing and mischievous during sex, never this vehement. He knows it. He’s aware of it; of the cracks forming, his obsession— something he always tries to keep at bay— flooding out.

It’s getting harder and harder for you to stay afloat. You dig your nails into his shoulders, frantically trying to hold on to your sanity, but Kai has long since lost his. He’s unraveling completely. “Sweetheart", he groans against your neck, half delirious with desire, “my sweet angel...what are you doing to me?”

You whine at his sudden declaration, unable to stop the room from spinning around you.  "nnng- ah!" His dick pounds into you so perfectly, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting to feel him even deeper. 

“Oh god oh god!” You cry out. It seems as though your husband wants you to lose your mind, just like he’s losing his. Because he’s not holding anything back. His dick pounds into you unforgivingly, stretching your little cunt beyond what it can take. The nasty squelching noises only fueling his desperate chase for release. If he keeps going like this you’re not gonna last very long.

His hand slides up your arm, removing your hand from his shoulder and bringing it to rest above your head. His wedding ring presses into your fingers, and it brings your attention to your own wedding ring pressing into his shoulder— a reminder of your vows to each other. That you're bound to each other.

Your eyes meet his as if you both had the same thought.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in this moment, that has never felt truer. Kai's chocolate brown eyes seem to engulf you, silently communicating what words can’t. The intensity within them sets your skin on fire. Earlier, he asked you what you’re doing to him…but does he realize what he's doing to you?

In a moment of shyness you look away, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His grip is gentle but firm, never letting you look away, wanting you to see his every emotion as he makes a mess of the both of you. He wants you to feel his love, his infatuation. Wanting you to see just what you do to him. “Hyuka”, you whimper, overwhelmed at all the sensations he’s giving you— the way he utterly loses himself in you. He forces you to bear witness to how you're undoing him.

“You belong to me”, he rasps, voice heavy with love and desire. His eyes never waver from yours.

You make a choked noise of confusion, hardly able to process anything over your approaching orgasm.

“Say it", he groans, urgently, "say you're mine!"

“I’m yours!” You gasp. 

At that, Kai's hands tighten around yours, knuckles white as his hips stutter against yours. A few erratic thrusts and he deposits his cum deep into your pussy with a loud, broken grunt. His whole body shudders against you, eyes shut tight and face buried in your neck. Your own orgasm hits you like a tsunami, wave after wave pulling you under, drowning you in his love, in his obsession. “Fuck”, he moans at how you tremble beneath him, and the way your pussy clenches around his dick, milking him dry.

He collapses against you, and the two of you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Quiet, except for the sounds of panting, as you both try to catch your breath. Even once you’ve calmed down, you stay fixed in place, both stunned and anchored in the moment, not wanting to face what just happened as the haze starts to lift.

The minutes stretch, and you finally feel him shift against you, slowly, almost reluctantly. His hair, damp with sweat, skims your neck and jaw as his face comes up to look at yours. “You alright, bub?” he asks gently, his voice a contrast to the intense desperation it held just minutes ago. The second his eyes meet yours, heat sparks under your skin, and you clench around him involuntarily. His eyes flutter at the feeling, momentarily caught off guard. When he meets your eyes again your blushing and biting your lip, suddenly shy and embarrassed. God, you just had him all to yourself, don’t you have any self control?, you mentally scold yourself. Maybe you’re just as badly obsessed as your husband.

Kai sees the wheels churning in your pretty little head and chuckles at your cuteness. “Only you could be so shy and cute after such intense sex…” He plants a kiss on your lips, lingering a bit, before pulling away and repeating, “But seriously, bub, you alright? I wasn’t too much? ‘Cuz I know I kinda went a little crazy there…”

“I mean, i-it was a bit too much”, you mumble, “b-but I liked it!”

He huffs, grinning at his adorable wife, heart swelling with pride and cockiness, and a little something else too…but he quickly gets rid of the thought. You’ve had enough for today. He slowly drags his dick out of your soaked pussy, hissing at the feeling. After tucking himself back into his jeans he picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up, murmuring softly about how well you did, and how good you are to him. 

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Taglist: @beomgyusluver

[goldensadnessdolphin]

I whittled again! Mostly small things to get back into it. I cut a few 1x1x2 inch blocks following the Linker series. Only to then notice that my knife is big enough to make it a bit of a hassle, but we lived through it (　＾▽＾)

In chronological order:

The Linker bear. Needed something relatively simple to get back into whittling and if anyone asks, he was meant to be an amputee. I was kind of frustrated at the time due to the aforementioned problems, but he's really grown on me.

Tiny Nijntje/Miffy, whom I whittled for a friend I met for the first time this year! The photo is from my friend, as I forgot to take one before gifting it xD

A bit more complex here, the Conductor from A Hat In Time. Technically not fully finished, as I still want to add the gold trim to the hat, but I'd need a fine gold pen and so that'll probably be a next year thing. Whittled for another friend, gotta see when I meet them to gift it ( *・ω・)ノ

Don't recognize this guy? Then you obviously haven't seen @comicaurora 's latest Journey to the West. This is Sun Wukong, disguised as a messenger demon, delighted at his plan working. That drawing and the one of Jupiter's Rival being surprised that Sun Wukong has the same artifact absolutely sent me! I had to stop the video both times because I was laughing so hard xD

This was probably the most technically challenging whittle of all of them. My knife is curved, so v-cuts are weird and because it's also quite wide, the space between the horns needed some creative solutions. Painting was also kinda weird, since it's really hard to give a 3D object outlines that look decent from more than exactly one angle. I'm still quite happy with him though ( ´^ω^)

I still have quite a few small blocks to get through, we'll see what I'll do with those. These were all basswood, which is nice to carve. I also have bigger blocks of cherry and that is still quite a challenge for my noodly wrists xD

[gotaksboyfie]

Do a gender neutral about the serial killer reader ✌💖💖

bloody devotion

gif creds: @pranpat

pairing keum seongje x gn serial killer reader

summary recently you've felt eyes on you while you do your.. hobby. you can't pinpoint who it is, though. however, the owner of them makes himself known one day when he notices you struggling after you bite off more than you can chew.

word count 2.3k

warnings/tags murder, violence, gore !!! heed these tags

you walked the streets of yeongdeungpo pissed because of a bad grade on your test. realistically, an 86 isn't horrible but it was still far from your usual scores. your fingers searched for your cigarettes only to find that you ran out. well now you just had to kill someone, right?

you scoffed and looked around to see if anyone would pick a fight with you. that was your favorite method, pissing a wannabe gangster off only to lead them into an alley and leave their body for their little friends to find.

you fixed your mask and hid your hair under a beanie, then pulled up your hoodie. target number one was spotted, a yeo-il student walking around with a vape. you walked briskly past him and purposely brushed his shoulder hard.

"yo, the hell is your problem?" he grunted, turning around to see you. you looked back and hardened your eyes.

"get the fuck out of my way," you huffed, walking away and turning a corner. you knew the streets like the back of your hand and there was a dead end coming up soon. you heard him tailing behind you as you slowed your pace to let him catch up. hook, line, and sinker.

"you wanna fucking go?" he yells, huffing and puffing in rage already. seems like he has some serious anger issues.

you turned again into the alley, this time hiding in the shadows against the wall. you held your kitchen knife tightly, aiming it at torso level. you hear his steps speed up to try and catch up to you. (but maybe if you listened closer, you would've noticed that there were 2 pairs of footsteps.)

"i fucking got you, you fucker-," he was cut off sharply with a stab to his stomach. he instantly collapsed to the floor and you kicked his body further into the dark alleyway, completely out of sight. ripping the knife out of him, you squatted to his side as he laid crumbled on the floor.

he coughed and blood spilled out, "i'll fucking kill you," he said with no bite. he panted as he made an attempt to crawl away, but you swiftly stopped him with a stab to his calf.

"what's wrong? i thought you wanted to fight," you mocked him, twisting the knife around. his legs gave out as you sent the knife in and out of his thighs multiple times. scooting closer to his body, you could still hear him faintly breathing.

"still alive? that makes it more fun for me," you smiled underneath your mask.

trailing the knife up his spine, you pressed it hard enough to cut deep. he choked on his blood as he tried to scream, leaving a small pool near his face.

"gross dude," you complained. the metallic smell was growing stronger and you sighed. "you're no fun," you pouted, "give me something more at least".

sending another stab to his arm with a wet squelch, his eyes fluttered before they stared blankly and his body was still. "that was fast," you muttered. a chill ran down your spine as you felt someone watching you, and you turned back swiftly.

there was no one there, but your senses never betrayed you. someone was near, and they definitely saw the gruesome mess that you created.

huffing, you stabbed your victim one last time in his upper shoulder just for some stress relief, before ripping the knife out and wiping it clean with his shirt. it has to be the same guy from the last 2 people you killed.

you knew that someone has been watching you, but you could never see anyone nearby. whoever it is, they haven't reported you yet.

you tucked your knife into your backpack, and skipped out cheerfully. your "disguise" was still on, so there was no way of identifying you from an eyewitness perspective anyways. feeling much lighter, you went home after making sure no one was tailing you.

this marked your 5th murder, and you were finding it to be an extremely effective stress reliever. the police didn't even try investigating hard because it was always a street thug that you killed. they just figured it was something related to the gangs surrounding the area. after all, who would suspect you, an honor student, of all people to be a murderer?

a few weeks passed without much happening but you were starting to feel pent up again. it seemed like every little thing was starting to tick you off, but it was too soon since the last victim.

you needed to space them out to make it seem more like the gangs than one organized killer. also, you were getting paranoid about someone watching you. just one person leaking the slightest bit of evidence, and you could be locked up for years.

but today, you were feeling extra pissed. someone had spilled milk on your notes with no apology, and you had to use every ounce of self control you had to not choke them out right then and there.

then some other kids in your cram school wouldn't shut up, and you couldn't even focus on your studying. to top it all off, your neighbors dog just wouldn't shut up all night leaving you with barely any sleep.

you gritted your teeth and wandered around in your disguise again, hoping to find a lone victim. unfortunately, it seems like everyones in a group right now. you tsk and go to another street, getting more restless.

spotting a group of 3 guys, you decided to go for it anyway. that was the smallest group you've seen so far and you might go legitimately insane if you don't do something quick. you make eye contact with one of them then you walked right up to him.

"what the fuck are you looking at?" he said, sneering ar you. opting for a quick provocation, you quickly slap him and run away. you headed straight to your favorite alley, mostly because it had no cctv near and streetlights, but also because it was where you had your first victim.

"they went this way, fuck, go find them!" you heard one of them say. did all 3 of them come? it's fine though, they're unarmed and you have a butcher knife.

hiding in the shadows, you crouched down and waited for one of them to pass by, when you did, you sliced his thigh open and jumped up to swiftly attack the next guy.

unfortunately, the guy you just sliced is a loud ass screamer.

"fuck! call the fucking police! they have a knife- oh shit- hurry up and call 119 you bastards!" he screamed out, stumbling onto the floor. the two boys gasped and started running out the alley. you curse under your breath before stomping on his phone, ensuring he can't call the cops.

no- they couldn't escape- at least not now. sprinting after the faster one, you manage to graze his arm and make him trip onto the floor. you looked ahead to see that the third one was about to turn the corner out the alley when a loud smack could be heard, and he fell backwards onto his ass.

the fuck? you looked down to see the guy scrambling on his phone, and you kick it out his hands before he can dial anything.

"i'm sorry, please spare me," he starts sobbing while backing up, clutching his arm.

you glance back at the first person you attacked and he was still handicapped at the end of the alley. no need to worry about him for now. you swing the knife into his stomach before going to the third guy. he screams in pain before going silent, choking on his blood.

"he's still alive, just unconscious for now." a gruff voice said, and you looked up to see a man with glasses smoking a cigarette. "perfect for you to finish off, sweetheart." he says while grinning at you.

"who the fuck are you?" you raise your eyebrow at him. you just know instinctively this is the same person whose been present at your previous murders. you weren't expecting him to be so.. hot.

"keum seongje, at your service," he exhales some smoke before jerking his head towards the your other victims. the name is familiar to you, but you can't pinpoint from where.

"go have some fun. i'll move this one in further. don't worry about witnesses, i'll be keeping watch," he ends his sentence with a wink, making your heart stutter.

"thanks," you reply flustered. you don't know what to say. who would willingly help a serial killer? much less flirt with one. you glance back at him before going and finishing the job.

you decide to practice dismembering today, but you don't get very far because you can't go through the bone effectively. the first dude is already dead after multiple failed attempts, and the second is still barely alive. you nearly saw off his arm but you can't get past the bone. you sigh and pause, sitting and resting for a moment.

"theres a much more efficient way, let me show you." seongje steps forward from behind you and you tiredly hand him the knife. in one swift move, it's cleanly cut off. the victim hacks up some more blood before going limp. seems like getting his arm cut off was too much for him.

"there's still one more. wanna try for yourself?" seongje grins, displaying his teeth. you smile back even though he can't see your mouth, but it's visible through your eyes.

you approach the final guy and kick him repeatedly until he groans and curls inward. "wake up, i'm bored already." you scoff.

fluttering his eyes open, he gasps as he sees the two of you looming over him, especially you in your bloodstained attire.

"d-don't hurt me!" he pleads, crawling backwards just like how his friend did. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you suppose.

you laugh before kicking his chest down again. you sit on top of him to ensure that he can't get away and you look back at seongje.

"come here, show me how to do it again,"

seongje sits down next to you, uncaring of the blood splatters below him. his hands guide yours into a nice position. unfortunately the guy won't quiet down, and he keeps begging for you to spare his life or some stupid shit.

"oh my god, shut the fuck up already if you don't want me to prolong this further," you drop the knife on his chest to slap him across his face and he shuts up real quick when he sees the venomous glare seongje sends him.

"you wanna hold it at this angle, and make sure you have some room for your wrist to flick up and down," seongje mutters into your ear. his hands are on your arms, carefully maneuvering them. his touch is gentle, and his hands linger on you for far too long but you can't bring yourself to tell him to stop.

"like this?"

"that's perfect."

the praise sends shivers down your spine.

seongje guides you through the first arm the entire way, explaining everything to you. his lips brush your ear far more times than you can count. you can feel his body heat from how close you guys are, and it makes a small blush rise to your face.

surprisingly, seongje's technique works extremely well and it doesn't take long before you have a left arm free from its owner.

this time, you don't do anything about the screaming. this alleyway is secluded enough that no one (save for you and seongje) actually comes close enough to hear anything. another reason why you love this place.

seongje helps you with the second arm, but releases his hands for you to get some practice in. mid way through, your victim passes out from blood loss making it a lot easier to focus on seongje's voice. the sound is soothing, and you purposely ask more questions just to hear him speak.

you finish with some more chops to various body parts, releasing all your pent up anger. you exhale contentedly as you stare at the mangled body and take your mask off. you figured seongje wouldn't report anything since he literally just made himself complicit in this.

"why are you doing this?" you reach for a cigarette but soon realize you forgot a lighter. "fuck, do you have a lighter?"

seongje smiles again, and pulls out a cigarette of his own. lighting his up, he answers. "not every day you see someone violently murdering people, especially not someone as cute as you, sweetheart"

"you fucking stalking me or something? how'd you even find out anyway?" you put your cigarette in your mouth and extend your hand for the lighter. seongje steps closer to you instead and lights yours with his. you stare at him and raise your eyebrows, and he grins again.

"just had a hunch. followed you one day and i saw what i saw," seongje shrugs and steps closer to you, standing shoulder to shoulder with you. you guys smoke in a comfortable silence before you break it.

"so what's with the sweetheart?" you glance at seongje, only for him to already be staring at you.

"take a wild guess."

"are you crazy? you're interested in a serial killer?" you scoff and smile lazily. the idea is almost absurd to you.

seongje runs his tongue across his teeth, and exhales a puff of smoke. "been interested in you, you're just too much of a fuckin' nerd to notice. the serial killer bit is just an added bonus. it's hot as fuck,"

you gasp as you realize why seongje is so familiar to you, he goes to your school. you roll your eyes at the 'nerd' comment, "could've approached me like a normal person instead of stalking me around, y'know." your stomach erupts with some butterflies at what he said towards the end. seriously, who the hell thinks that?

"where's the fun in that? i like seeing you scared as you try to find me after your murders."

"you asshole," you knew he was doing that on purpose, why else would he make his presence known and then hide like a rat? still, you're glad it was him instead of someone planning to expose you for your crimes.

seongje flicks his cigar onto the floor and stomps on it, "you wanna get outta here? i've got a motorcycle."

you take a final hit of your cigarette before putting it out with your foot, "where are we headed?"

"anywhere you want, sweetheart."

you grin widely and lick your lips, "i could go for someone else to kill right now,"

seongje lets out an airy laugh. "three people not enough for you? some insane bloodlust you got there."

"someone was making me too stressed to go out and find more people these last few weeks. gotta make up for the missed time," it's an excuse and you know it, but you just want to spend some more time with seongje.

seongje puts his hands up in a mock surrendering motion, "as long as i'm not next,"

"pull the same shit again and you will be"

"yeah yeah, let's go before someone stops by." seongje starts walking to his motorcycle, glancing around for any potential witnesses.

you follow seongje to his motorcycle and wrap your arms around his waist. you rest your head sideways on his back, and you hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. now this was something you could get used to.

fin

a/n writing this was so fun i love this dynamic sm!! might write a part 2 💭 sorry for any spelling mistakes i'm not a good proof reader 😭 hope you enjoyed!

[misshugs]

₂The Cameragirl² || snc

After an eventful night in the haunted asylum, you and the guys began looking at the footage, only for you to start making cocky remarks that might've set a spark you weren't expecting.

contains: just fluff and reader trying to be funny (but failing miserably), cheeky comments from reader, cursing, slight flirting? idk i suck at it

a/n: "part 2" of The Cameragirl, no need to read the first part though! but for context: you got choked by a ghost and you almost died but colby saved you by giving you mouth to mouth

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

word count: 2.3k

[u n e d i t e d]

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You don't exactly remember when you fell asleep, you're just sure that right after you fell on your bed you were knocked out.

It wasn't something that happened often, but boy you were tired due to last nights events. Beause of that and because of your commonly terrible sleeping habits, Sam and Colby didn't even want to bother you much.

They did however check on you after they woke up hours later, making sure you were still breathing. The experience has somewhat made them paranoid about what could happen to you.

Although they cleansed you before returning, they'd much prefer to be one hundred percent sure you were alright.

The problem was, you were a light sleeper. After they finished checking up on you, your eyes opened up slightly. Groaning a bit from the ache in your body from the fall you had a couple of hours prior. You stretched yourself nonetheless.

Yawning, you sat down and rubbed your eyes. Taking your phone from your nightstand, you looked at the hour. 01:17 PM. Sighing softly, you stood up and fixed yourself up before walking out of the room.

Looking around, you heard mumbling from the other room. It was the office. You walked inside and saw them both looking back at the footage.

You furrowed your brows. Usually, you were a part of this process. Why did they begin without you?

Since they haven't noticed you yet, you started walking closer without making any sounds. As quiet as you possibly could, you basically stood behind them, watching the footage.

"What're you doing?" You asked, gaining a scream from Sam and a jump from Colby, almost falling off the chair. A smile grew wide on your face after that reaction.

"Fuck! You scared me!" Sam exclaimed, putting his hand on his chest.

"Oh my god, my heart." Colby said, hiding his face in his hands.

"That's for beginning without me." You said, crossing your arms on your chest.

"You were sleeping so soundly after all that happened, we didn't want to disturb you. And... we were curious... sorry." Colby admitted. You sighed.

"It's alright, I guess. What's this part?"

"We just started watching the part where... it happened." Sam said, looking at you.

"Ooh, okay. Then go back, my head's a little fuzzy, I can't remember clearly what happened, I want to know." As you said that, they nodded and ran back the video.

You didn't miss much anyways. They rewined right when they began arguing about it not being a good idea and whatnot. They haven't seen the whole night or anything, they just skipped right to the end.

After the arguing and the preparation for everyone to go into their respective corridors, the challenge began.

They paused the video. "Even though it made sense, it was still strange for you to be so persistent about it, was it not?" Colby said, looking at you. "Also, can you please sit down? There's a chair right there. You're stressing me out."

"No." You quickly answered.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't want to, it's my fight or flight mode. It's easier to run while standing up." You giggled softly, which gave them both a sense of peace that you couldn't even imagine.

You were their everything, and thinking that their everything could've ended up like that made them so overprotective that they would've absolutely slept with you that night... to keep you protected, of course.

"Also, my legs feel numb, I don't want to cut the circulation again, it felt weird last time." You admitted.

Sam quickly stood up, concerned. "Are you okay? Do you need an oxygen mask again or something?? Water?"

"Wha- no. Calm down. Jeez." You said, grabbing his shoulder and making him sit back down. "Anyways, about the video. Um... I do remember having this urge to do it. I don't think it might've been anything bad, but I did have this... feeling, I guess."

"Maybe it wasn't you?" Colby said, raising a brow. "Maybe something was making you feel that way, just so that you were left alone... like it happened." You thought about it.

"I... guess it's an option." You shrugged.

"It could've also been a possession. It is said that people tend to quickly switch emotions when one is possessed." Sam continued. "Or... it could've also been the fact that you were so indifferent about it all."

"I'm just used to it, it's not like I don't believe."

"Yeah, but since we were making our reactions so... extra in comparison, maybe the spirits were trying to target you?" Colby added.

"...yeah, it does add up. Well, continue. Let's see what truly happened. I genuinely can't remember." They nodded and the video rewined.

As you began walking through the corridor, you began to speak on the video, it was almost automatic when you heard your voice that you started whining. "Oh, fuck no. Nevermind. This is so cringe. I remember this."

They started laughing and kept on watching although you pleaded for them to skip it. You tried to stop it yourself but Sam quickly held you back, hugging you and your arms, unable to move.

You didn't have the strength at the moment to try and get out of his grasp, but you tried anyways.

Not like it mattered. Not like you minded, actually. In the way he was holding you back, he basically let you sit on his lap while watching.

You didn't mind at all.

"You guys know I suck at youtube, I was trying to be funny, it didn't work." You laughed a little bit while your voice also seemed on the edge of breaking, mainly fake crying.

"What do you mean? You did great." Colby said, hiding his smile underneath his hand. Listening to your cute attempts on making jokes. It melted him.

"I can see you trying not to laugh, Colby." You fake cried again.

"Whaaat? I would never." He said. Sam didn't hide anything. His smile only giving away how much he was actually enjoying this version of you. If only you were open enough for them to be able to record and replay more of this.

A couple of minutes into the video, you started panting, heavy breathing could be heard. It was when you began to explain that you could barely breathe. "It feels... hard to breathe." You said in the video, your lips visibly shaking.

As you began walking faster, you could see through the video that you stopped on you tracks. Blinking your eyes as you looked at, what you remembered to be, a figure.

You tried to breathe.

"Holy shit. Holy shit! Did you see that?" Sam said, letting you go and pausing the video and quickly going back a couple of seconds. You stood up from his lap to let him search quickly.

"What?" Colby asked. Confused, you got closer. He started playing the video once again, this time, slower. You could see the light on your neck moving.

"Holy fuck. Look at that. It looks as if something is like, pushing on your neck. Like pressing onto as if you're getting choked." Sam explains, pointing at the marks on your neck where there seemed to be a dent suddenly forming.

"Oh my god." You said as you touched your neck, remembering what happened barely a couple of hours ago. Colby had his mouth wide open after watching that.

"That's... that's poltergeist activity right there. It's undeniable." He said, looking at the both of you. You nodded, shocked at how much power this entity seemed to have. "We need to get you properly cleansed, we can't be having another demon up someone's ass." He contined, looking directly at Sam, who seemed offended. You chuckled.

As they continued the video, they heard the soft 'help' that you could barely spit out, your voice breaking in the midst of it. The quick movement of the camera as you turned around only to be thrown to the floor. Seconds later, watching as you tried to crawl back but your body seemingly giving up as quickly as you tried to do so.

It broke their hearts, even more so knowing you tried to scream for help. And so, the camera kept rolling for what felt like an eternity.

"How long did it took for you guys to come look for me?" You asked, seeing as the video kept going.

"So far, it's been five minutes..." Sam said softly, painfully watching the screen.

"Oh my god, I was dead for five minutes?"

"Don't say it like that." Colby looked at you, almost sad. Fear went through his body at the thought of not have gotten there on time.

"It is true though... oh, there are my heroes." They smiled softly as you said that. As you heard the conversation they had while you were unconscious, you scoffed. "You guys thought it was a joke?"

"Hey, listen. We've had our jokes and giggles with extreme pranks before, it could've been a possibility." Colby put his hands up in defense, looking at you truthfully. "Honestly, I was wishing it was."

"Sam. Call 911. This is real." Colby said on the video. Before you could completely understand what was going on, you saw him kissing you.

Well, saving your life, but touching lips nonetheless.

Your cheeks started switching colors. You obviously don't remember much, but your brain didn't thought about the fact he had to give you some oxygen back.

Your fingers touched your lips softly as you were watching. They seemed to be immerse on watching what happened, thankfully. You don't think you could handle their stares right now.

Trying to calm yourself down, you saw yourself waking up. No further from that, you saw as Sam helped you up for a split second before the camera was turned off.

"And that's the footage alright. Wow." Colby sighed and looked at Sam, and then at you.

"That was... something. I can't believe we caught that on camera... it's proof, yeah, but... you were seriously hurt." Sam says, looking at you. "Are you... okay with this?" He asked, you looked at him, confused.

"What? You mean for posting it? Oh yeah, I don't mind. Don't worry about it. I'm safe and sound anyways." You said, smiling as you put your hands on your hips.

"Just making sure you're okay with it." He said and you nodded, understanding his kind gesture.

"So..." You began, gaining the attention of them both. "Are you gonna keep the part where Colby kisses m- uh, gives me mouth to mouth?" You quickly correct yourself, trying to act cool. Not leaving your stare from the screen.

"What?" They smirked at your sneaky comment.

Fuck.

"What?" You asked back looking at Sam, seemingly ignoring their cocky smile as much as you could.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"If you're gonna keep the mouth to mouth on the video."

"Not that, when you stuttered." Colby obliged, making you nervous.

"...I said Colby?" You raised an eyebrow, looking confused although you perfectly knew what they were talking about. They shook their head.

"You know what we mean." Sam says, reclining back on his chair, getting comfortable as he looks at you, amused by the situation. Mimicking Sam's actions; Colby lied back, a hand underneath his chin, smirking back at you.

Like Gods. They looked like Gods.

It was driving you insane.

You sighed, "I'm just saying. A bit upset that that was my first kiss with any of you- I mean, not like I was... waiting for one anyways, of course. Ahem." You started mumbling at the end, looking away while scratching the side of your neck.

It wasn't anything strange for all of you to have some sort of stupid flirting in between conversations, but usually they were extremely noticeable jokes.

These? Oh. These weren't jokes. These were genuine mistakes.

And a part of you hated these silly accidents. Mainly because they knew.

"There seem to be a lot of mixed signs in what you're saying." Colby said, smiling at Sam then looking back at you. "I'm a bit confused in what to believe here."

You shrugged. "Believe what you want to believe, good sir."

"It's just that I don't know if we're on the same page, you know?" Colby continued, looking at Sam. "I only know he's with me."

"Oh, for sure." The sexual tension only filling the room even more. Usually, the jokes were seemingly too overboard and hence, you could tell they were that, plain jokes.

Usually.

Just like your silly little mistakes, these weren't jokes.

"And what does that mean?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we know what we want. We don't know if it is what you want though."

You sighed heavily, seemingly loosing yourself for a moment as you whined. "Dear God, why are y'all so hot?" You looked up, dozing out of existence after thinking about their looks, their positioning, their everything.

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.

.

Wait.

Wait.

WHAT DID YOU JUST THROW OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?

You accidentally said your thoughts out loud.

How does that even happen?!

When you realized what you've done, your eyes went wide, quickly looking at them. "Oh. Fuck. I didn't just- oh God." You didn't even wait to see their reaction as you began walking away. They quickly stood up, and you quickly sped up.

You started laughing but you were absolutely dying inside out of embarrassment. "Come back here!" Sam yelled as he got a hold of you and hugged you from behind, quickly throwing you over his shoulder.

"Let me gooo!" You yelped, moving your legs as you laughed purely by reflex. He held your legs in place. You were blushing hard.

"Nu-uh. We're gonna have a chat, young lady." Colby said, crossing his arms as you looked at him with a pout on your face. Sam turned around and slapped your ass, walking back to the room. You yelped, not expecting the sudden movement.

"A nice, long chat." Sam said as you sighed.

Oh boy. It's gonna be a long night.

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also pls tell me what you thought about the fic, cause i don't really know if i did good with the idea, i did want them to review the footage but i also wanted a bit of tension or something extra to make it spicy, i'm not sure if i did a good job tho...

thank you for reading!

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[alexrosa13]

What a Lie

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/suggestive/angst

Warnings: minor writing suggestive content!, mc!reader, mention of past trauma/mental health problems, Caleb getting slapped (out of love), reader cries... a lot... cause that's how I feel with his comeback

Note: husband came back from the military guys, it was written for the official contest made by L&Ds, if you'll like my work please consider sneaking a peak to my Twitter/X and leaving something behind to boost my chances for the win, thank you <3 (should I write some additional memories later on? expect something hot)

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EDIT: as a matter of fact this fanfiction did win L&Ds fanfiction contest, thank you all 💜

Walk through your memories with him to the moment of your reunion.

I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking

I guess that means your close by

My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing

I haven't been by your side

In a minute but I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Memories of your childhood started flowing down your mind.

The day when you scraped your knee and Caleb took you back home on his back, while trying to calm you down, eventually his ramblings managed to distract you from your cries and a joyful laugh replaced sobs, laughing with tears still lingering in your eyes.

The day when a boy in your school pushed you with succeeded in making you fall and drop all the things previously in your hands. Caleb was close by that day, and noticing the situation rush to your aid, 'threatening' the boy, which almost made him pee his pants, since Caleb was older, and of course that the older kids in school were always scary. After that he helped you gather your things and back at home you thanked him with a bone crushing hug.

Or the day where you were running around with water guns, playing with the other kids in your neighbourhood. By the end of the fun you were both left with wet clothes and hair, but the joy was worth it. Noticing you shaking slightly when the wind blew towards you, he was quick to wrap you in his hoodie and take you home, when you spend the evening playing the games until your granny had to force you two to go to bed.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

First day of Summer, your teenage years. Right after lunch you two left for a 'short trip' for ice cream, somehow spending the rest of the day walking around, sharing the memories, the one that you made together and those created with and by your friends.

Talks about the future weren't as scary as they will be someday.

Without noticing it the sun has set, your silhouettes visible only because of the street lamps. You were lying on the grass in the park, the area quiet with no one else around. You watched as the fireflies danced in the distance.

"Caleb?" your quiet voice caught the attention of the older boy to you.

"Yes?" his response calm. He heard the hint of the hesitation in your voice.

"Promise to stay with me forever?" your voice broke down, he looked at you, the tears visible in your eyes, threatening to fall down.

"Pipsqueak..." one of his hand went to brush the tear that managed to leave your eye "I promise." he stroked your hair, in a soothing gesture.

None of you knew what the future was planning to throw your way, but both of you believed one thing: that you will stay together, always.

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to

And now we get a bit tense

I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts

I know we didn't make sense

I admit it that I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Living with the traumatic past wasn't easy. No matter for how long the thoughts of the past events left your mind, they always had a way to remind you of their existence. Never ending cycle.

"It's okay, ssh, it's okay." his gentle voice broke through the sound of your sobs, it was middle of the night, your mind played tricks on you making you mistake what's the reality and what's not.

After about half an hour of silently crying into you pillow your unconscious mind made you walk to his room.

You opened and closed the door silently, he stirred in his bed, clearly not asleep yet and looked your way.

"Pipsqueak?" you looked at him, but your consciousness was closed inside of you, he felt like he was starring at the ghost.

He sat down fast, brushing the covers aside and rushing your way, hiding you in his arms the moment he found himself close enough.

The sobs shook your body with your head falling to snuggle in his neck. The voices in your mind quieting down, leaving only silence behind. The warmth of another human body next to you kept you grounded, making you come back to reality.

You spend minutes, maybe even an hour in his arms, not moving, just listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. He didn't ask, he just stayed there with you knowing that you needed him, giving you time to calm your thoughts down.

When he noticed your steady breathing and the exhaustion visible on your face he picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He lay down behind you, dropping the covers over you two. One of his arms worked as your pillow, while the second hugged you to him. Slowly you started falling asleep, with a calm mind, last thing that you heard before you doze off was:

"Goodnight pipsqueak." and a gentle kiss on your head.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The last night with Caleb home before he had to leave for his aircraft training. You were happy for him, of course you were, but... That didn't help the feeling of sadness that came together with the realization that you won't see him for months to come.

No matter how selfish you wanted to be and keep him with you, you knew how important it was to him, you wouldn't dare to get in the way of his dreams. Shutting down your phone you stood up from your bed, making your way to the room where you always felt the safest. That would change after that room won't have a resident anymore.

You knocked gently on the door, almost sure that he wasn't asleep yet, and your suspicions were confirmed with a quiet 'come in' from the other side of the door.

You grabbed the handle and opened them, they let out a quiet creak.

You noticed that most of his stuff was packed. The messy room that used to be full with various little things now clean and empty. You couldn't help the feeling of your heart tightening up. Finally your eyes meet his, he looked at you expectantly, he probably guessed that you'll visit him tonight, just like you did every time you needed him.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to say your thoughts, which you did with a shaky voice and your eyes dropping down.

"I'll miss you." you didn't talk about your deep thoughts and problems much, most of the time deciding to stay silent and enjoy the peace that came with the presence of the other. It was also probably because you knew each other so well that you knew what the other was thinking about, no words needed.

"Oh c'mon pipsqueak, I'll be back before you know it. I'll be texting and calling you whenever I can. You won't even notice me gone in between all of your plans and training to become a hunter." he smiled, unbothered. He wasn't worried about your relationship changing for the worse, you two were too close to just forget about each other and start treating the other like a stranger.

Noticing your sulking form he stood up from where he sat on his bed, placing the photo of you and him that he was looking at before you came to him back on the shelf. He walked up to you, grabbing your chin with one of his palms, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"You know; goodbyes are not forever." the smirk on his lips made you scoff. He really couldn't treat that situation seriously, could he?

"So you won't miss me huh? Okay, got it." your voice let out the annoyance you felt at his indifferent demeanor.

"Of course I will, but I know that I'll see you again." his hand went up to mess up your hair, you caught his arm with both of your hands, but because of the sudden movement you stumbled a bit, your body falling his way. Luckily his fast reflexes managed to catch you in time, pulling you close to his body in the process. Your breaths stopped for a moment, your hearts starting to beat faster, none of you wanted to look the other in the eye right now.

The atmosphere in the room changed. Something unspoken lingered in the air. For the first time in forever you wondered what the other was thinking with no clue if your suspicions were right. You didn't know if you should move away, stay in one place or... Move closer..?

You felt his hand gently caressing the back of your neck.

"Tell me you don't want this." he whispered with his head dropping to yours, it was one of those times when you got a reminder of just how tall he is. Your forehead rested on his torso, the words not leaving your mouth.

What did you want?

Uncertainly your hands went up to his face, your palms gently caressing his cheeks. The hand on your neck made you raise your head up, the other one coming to hold your chin, his finger softly tracing your lips.

"Please tell me you don't want this." his voice even quieter than before, the words leaving his mouth with his face centimetres away from yours.

"I don't want to lie." you swallowed nervously, was it really happening?

He looked at you for a moment longer, trying to catch a glimpse of uncertainty in your eyes, finding none his body decided what to do before his mind could.

His lips came to meet yours, slow and gentle at first, but the very moment you reciprocated the affection his hand left your neck to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and deepening the kiss.

You lost track of the time, everything else not important right now, millions of unspoken feelings finding their way onto the surface. You felt a tear tracing your cheek, not even sure when you started crying.

After what felt like seconds, which probably were a couple of minutes, you broke the kiss with the need to breath. You opened your eyes, your gaze finding his, the longing in his eyes will probably stay in your mind forever to remind you of him every time you'll try to fall asleep.

Once more, there was no need for words, both of you knew what the other one thought and wanted, your heavy breathing met the quietness of the night, and in the next second your hands grabbed his t-shirt to pull him back in harshly, his palms matched your fierceness, pulling you by your waist and the back of your head. The noises of heated kisses and quiet moans filled the air, you hugged his neck, standing on your toes to get even closer to him.

You'll miss him so much.

For you and I

For you and I

For you and I

First months without him made you feel so lonely, it felt so weird to not be able to walk up to his room and hug him to sleep, or wake up without him making you breakfast.

He kept his promise, calling and texting you when he could, but that didn't happen often, since rookies were rarely given a time to spend on their phones.

You were staring at the photo of him smiling with the necklace you gifted him perfectly visible, the plushie that he won at the arcade for you when you were teenagers tightly wrapped in your arms.

The night you spent with him months ago still in your head. That man turned your world upside down, changing your attitude towards him drastically. You felt like you were fourteen having a crush on the boy from your class and planning all the things on how to win him over.

Soon he'll be here. Where he belongs, with you.

But until then the memories of him will have to somehow be enough.

You played the voice message he sent you a couple days ago again. The words leaving his mouth were already memorized by you, his voice brought you a sense of calm nothing else could.

He was cruel to leave you for so long after sharing his feelings for you the night of his departure.

But... You were cruel too, letting him have you the night he had to leave, making him leave with the memories of your warmth and comfort, with the memory of your quiet pleads to remember about you and to come back to you, you were so fragile in his arms, the walls you build up around yourself collapsing the moment his skin touched yours underneath the covers, with the moon being the only witness to your love.

What a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time for you and I, yeah

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The tap out ceremony after finishing the training was today, Granny let you go there by yourself, saying something about having a doctor appointment. Caleb will stay at your apartment for the first days, since your rooms in your childhood home are currently in a not really good state.

You were excited and nervous at the same time, your heart threatened to break through your chest with how strong it was beating.

You got there and saw all those people, soldiers, standing in perfect rows, people looking for their kids, siblings, lovers. A lot of noises full of joy could be heard from everywhere around you. Slowly, you walked forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy who's been living in your mind rent-free for the past months.

It took you some time, but you finally noticed him. He wasn't facing your way, so he had no way of knowing you were already there. You felt your eyes getting glossy, and your hand went to cover your mouth. You stood there for a moment, finally seeing him in person after what felt like forever spent without him by your side. How much has he changed?

Not letting your thoughts distract you for too long you finally took slow steps his way, walking between the lines of other people waiting for their close ones.

You found yourself right before him, his gaze stayed focused ahead of him, emotionless expression still on his face, waiting for your touch.

You took a moment to admire him. He looked almost nothing like the boy that left, a man now, one could say. Did he change on the inside too? Is he still your Caleb?

With a deep breath you stepped even closer to him, your arms behind your back. Standing now centimetres away from him, your smile widens and finally you shoot up to embrace him in the hug that you needed for months now.

He didn't miss a beat, instantly hugging you back, and picking your body above the ground.

"I told you I'll be back." he said, with his mouth right above your ear. You didn't respond, just hugged him even tighter, letting the gesture speak instead of words.

You were finally home.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

For you and I

What a lie, what a lie

For you and I

He was right there, the same..? But different...

How could he... After so long...

Your expression gave out the million thoughts stucked in your head.

You started at him, was it really him?

You had enough of crying after that guy, blaming yourself for what happened, that you should go inside of the house with him, or maybe said one sentence more to keep him outside, anything.

And now... It all didn't matter. He was here, changed, but still him.

More tears lingered in your eyes, you felt like you were drowning, couldn't breath, your heart racing. It couldn't be real. He couldn't be real.

He looked at you indifferent, as if not moved at all by the sight of you before him.

You felt your knees giving up, before collapsing under you and sending your body to the ground. But before you could hit the hard floor your body stayed above it, before gently getting lowered down. You heard steps coming closer to you, but your eyes stayed focused on the floor, not really understanding what is happening right now.

You felt a hand holding your chin, making you raise your head and look the man in the eyes. It couldn't be...

"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" his tone cold, was it really the very person who plugged your mind everyday?

"Caleb..?" your voice so quiet that you almost didn't hear it yourself. You saw his gaze soften, more and more tears started filling your eyes. You stared at him, not knowing what to do now. You believed he was dead for so long.

"It's me. I'm back." he said, his tone changing for something softer this time, dropping his cold demeanor.

You raised your hand slowly towards his face, he looked at it for a moment, letting you take your time with processing the situation.

But then you did something unexpected...

The sound of a slap echoed in the room, he looked at you in shock. You did not just do that.

"That..." your voice shook, with sadness, but also anger "Is for your 'death'." the last word came out snarky.

"Pipsque-" you pulled him by his uniform's collar crushing your lips with him, he stayed frozen, his eyes widening. He wasn't expecting that. Before he had a chance to reciprocate your angry kiss you already pulled back, pushing him away from yourself.

"And this... Is for your return." tears fell down your face, he stared at you in awe. You weren't crying. Little drops were still making their paths on your face, but there were no sobs, no shaking of your body, not even sadness left in your eyes. There was numbness... But also hope in your gaze. One thing that he wished at this very moment was that he'll manage to make everything okay. He has to make everything okay.

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you and I)

For you and I, yeah

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[ghouljams]

If sandwich shop reader is having a particularly bad day, would ghost notice? Also he makes sure that his cooking area is clean of victims' blood and stuff right? Just thinking about how easy it can be to accidentally contaminate an area or even just a plate. Like if someone washes their bloody hands in the sink and flicks water everywhere, or if they use a rag to wipe something but it looks clean so the chef later uses to wipe his hands. And about readers nut allergy, some ppl can't even be in the same room as someone eating peanut butter. Contamination is scary stuff

First and most important: Ghost runs a tight ship in his restaurant. That kitchen is so clean you'd think it was a murder scene in a former life. No blood is coming into that kitchen and if Soap thinks he's getting his grubby little powder covered hands anywhere near Ghost's sink he's got another thing coming. You could eat off those floors. The health and safety inspector has never seen a kitchen this perfect. Sure he was paid by Price to give Ghost a passing grade for the paperwork but seriously the place is close to godliness with how clean it is.

And of course Ghost notices when his best (see only) customer is having a bad day. Mostly because you always order extra chips when you're feeling down, but also because he is an observant motherfucker who may or may not care a small amount about you. Might even consider you something close to a friend. Don't ask.

But listen, Ghost isn't the guy that comforts people. He's not the guy that listens to people's problems and pats their head with a "there there" afterwards. He's the guy that strings up Johns in the basement when they can't pay a girl's fee (see cutting into Price's favorite business line) and breaks knee caps when schmucks can't pay after horse races. He's the one cutting off pinkies, not sewing them back on (he will put it on ice though, just in case someone wants to change their mind about Price's terms). So the best he can do is pack you a sandwich for later and forget to charge you for it. Maybe he'll give you the rest of the sourdough loaf the Mrs made and some of that allioli Gaz grabbed last time he had dealings in Spain.

What is comfort if not bread and butter? Sounds good enough to a man like Ghost, and you haven't turned it down yet so it must be good enough for you too.

[werezmastarbucks]

f!8th member x yoongi timeline: bulletpoints pt1

protective!bts, brothers!bts. feral, bold! emotional!reader

wc: 5115

part two

part three

routine and relationship dynamic description. very gradual, turned out long. mentions of the harsh idol life, harassment, hints at sexual advances; jaded view of idol life. 8th member might be a tired concept but guys i haven't been here back in January so i am tapping into eve-ry-thing

you are added to the group the last

it's a controversial experiment for Big Hit. debuting a boy band with exactly one female member. they do not hold their breath: they believe in the failure. nobody expects BTS to actually succeed.

as the decision to add a girl is made much later, they are faced with the question whether to change the name of the band from "bulletproof boys" to "bulletproof youth". and they decide against it because of how little they care about the whole group

the bangtan trainees mostly oppose the idea, not only because it's a late addition, but also because it's a girl

they are told that they have to go on living all together, but with a girl. train as usual, but with a girl. share food and allowance, but with a girl

"that wasn't in the contract" - "none of this was in the contract"

the boys are terrified thinking of how this is going to shift things completely

Yoongi is one of the most opposing members, bringing up good points and complaining about it, but there's not much he can do.

a couple of days before you arrive the boys have a meeting with the management. they are told that the girl (you) is coming and there's one rule

no hookups or relationships. it should be clean, friendly and disciplined. if there's even a whiff of anything similar to attraction or flirting, or drama, the member caught is out without the second warning

at the time the members do not see it as a problem, in fact, they do not even consider it a danger because of how preoccupied they are. they don't want to mess with anybody; they don't want anybody

actually they mostly see you as an enemy and an obstacle because they believe you will be a bad addition. nobody's even thinking about the funny stuff; they are cautious, unsure and reserved

when you arrive, you try to be cool and calm, and they try to be polite and non-hostile

the first person you notice is Namjoon: he is going to be your roommate, your companion and most likely your best friend (you couldn't be further from the truth: they will all become your friends soon)

you speak good English, so Namjoon is naturally drawn to you and you click in spite of his initial unwillingness. "hey, that might actually work..."

first impressions:

Namjoon: mature, normal guy, too burdened by his leader role, super focused, kind, helpful. will not make you uncomfortable even if he tries. feels like he is already your friend. you are born in the same year, several months apart, the same zodiac, the same introversion deep down under ambiversion.

Hoseok: painfully shy, glaring at you curiously from a distance. you can see instantly that a smile is his natural reaction to everything, and you actually flinch when the teacher snarls at him, and he smiles. this is the first of many times you get an urge to protect. he seems kinda small, fragile, and only relaxes when he is dancing or sleeping

Jimin: seems like a menace. his smile is too oily, and yet he shifts from being flirty to completely closed down. he seems like somebody you want to know better because at first you can't figure out his role in the group: is he the main dancer or the vocal? or the visual?

Jungkook: b a b y. you drop one look at him and, even though he is already your height, you get motivated to stand on his side. his round cheeks and still childish eyes make you question why the hell the company would hire such small kids. he is already sixteen, but he feels younger, he is super sweet and you do not feel threatened at all

Yoongi: the quiet ghost in the corner of the room giving you contemplating, evil looks. sharp jaw and the eyes that are too expressive. however, once he opens his mouth, he turns out to be polite and balanced. he gives you the trustworthy quiet helper vibe. it feels like acting on camera during making the content drains the energy from him

Jin: sage. he is so tall and adult that you unintentionally keep your back more straight in his presence. you passionately want to earn his respect because you see how he is soft and helpful with the guys but cautious with you. to you, he shows his colder side, and it kicks in the natural instinct of winning him over

Taehyung: soulmate. you click immediately. you joke at the same time, then start laughing, and your laughing voices harmonize, and you look at each other surprised. at the very beginning, he is on par with Namjoon the closest person who provides the initial comfort in a highly uncomfortable situation

you look at them seven and the hammer strikes. if you can't match them, you must at least do everything not to hold them back as a team. they are already familiar with each other, and now your job is to force them to accept you and see you as equal. it's going to be brutal

the first genuine contact:

you help Jungkook with his English homework. and by helping, you mean do it for him. he sits next to you at the desk, clicking the pen on it, while you write and try explaining things to him simultaneously

the first week you feel super lonely in the dorm because you and the SEVEN BOYS you live with walk around each other like wild animals, sniffing. all interactions are awkward: reaching for something in the cupboard at the same time and flinching like the hands touching is the worst thing that's happened in the last hundred years

blushing when you meet each other in the vicinity of the bathroom

you don't even pee when someone is nearby

you have a lot of stuff and sometimes it gets mixed up with the boys' things, and they get confused whose towel or shirt it is

the first week, in fact, is wildly stressful, because it's like jumping into ice-cold water while surrounded by sharks who don't bite but give you weird, awkward side eyes. Namjoon is too nerdy to provide insightful comfort, and Taehyung gets flustered in others' presence so he starts saying stupid shit

however the ice starts melting when you find Jungkook sobbing at that tiny desk punctured in between the clothes rack and the dinner table

it's about homework, but also his leg hurts, but also he misses his mum, and he is behind on his studies, and his voice isn't working properly

he's telling you all this with his head turned around, red like an apple, and you open up and decide that you aren't going anywhere anyway, and these boys aren't either

you hold him the way only a woman can hold a child. the other boys take really good care of Jungkook: he is fed, dressed, he is mostly comfortable and generally happy all the time. but the friendly and protective touch of a woman's hand makes sixteen-yeard old Jungkook break down and cry on your shoulder, while you stroke his head and tell him that he is safe

you try to make it very clear that he is safe with you and you won't tell anybody. try to tell him that getting tired is fine and the best thing he can do is break down when he feels like it

Yoongi witnesses the end of it, when Jungkook is already wiping his nose, and your hand is still on his head, stroking him like a kitten

this incident facilitates the eventual onset of closeness

suppose Yoongi clocks a certain feature in you, that he himself also has: the impulse to protect and comfort, and it makes him a little relieved

the hyung line starts taking care of you subtly: first of all, the boys get rid of the habit of avoiding eye contact. then you start smiling at each other.

a week later you have a collective conversation in the kitchen at night, warming up to each other

who initially has a crush on you

everybody

for most of them (6/7) it's short, the shortest for Namjoon because you're not his type. instead, he amalgamates into the older brother persona with quite a lot of satisfaction about it. he already has a younger sister and has experience, he is familiar with the problems that arise with having one, and sees that you need him in that way

Jimin drops it when he sees you aren't the ideal girl he has been picturing you as. as he knows you more, his infatuation dissipates into respect and reliability. he relies on you in many things because he has that childish persona and really likes to be taken care of. he actually exploits this quality of yours a little bit, seeing that, in the impulse to be perceived as good, you go out of your way to help them

Taehyung isn't even sure if he had a crush on you, he hadn't noticed. he just knows you're cool and he was the one who opposed the girl member addition the least of them all. he was never fully against it

Jungkook has a crush on you in a surprisingly innocent way even though he is almost an adult. he knows it's more of an awe because he just imprinted slightly when you love-bombed him in the very beginning. he grows fiercely protective of you and is the first of all the boys to start calling you sister

Hoseok's crush dies quietly when he reminds himself of the rule that management enforced on them. he understands why it's there and totally agrees with it. he is an incredibly focused and motivated person, so he takes a second look at you, and goes, no, and switches it off for good. he is cautious and quiet around you, and for the longest time you feel like a wild nature photographer that is chilling on the ground, waiting until the antelope loses alert

Jin's crush was more out of curiosity and the whiplash of change. it doesn't last and wouldn't have even if all of a sudden you told him you liked him. instead, he gains respect for you when he sees your striving to work as much as they do and even more. Jin ends up being the most perceptive protector of yours, who clocks your exhaustion first. he approaches you very soon into the shared living and working, and tells you not to run too fast, or you'll burn out

Yoongi doesn't do anything about his crush and isn't alarmed when it doesn't cease. he thinks it's irrelevant. two things are unchangeable: you are not going away. and second: you are off limits. coexisting with his liking of you is easy because he sees you literally every waking minute

actually for the longest time he believes that all the other members are in love with you and it's a norm, and is very surprised when they talk about it and say, uh, no, not really

then he's like, uh oh. while Hoseok's crush floats up and bursts like a bubble, Yoongi's feeling suddenly sinks down and cements itself somewhere deep

you don't call the older ones oppas: you absorb their habit and call them hyungs

the first year together:

you debut all together, after some time during which you grow close and start trusting each other. the first year is tough because it's still friction. would've been much easier if you were a boy, of course.

there are inconveniences, awkwardness and surprises in every aspect of your lives

they need to adjust choreo for you because it needs to reflect on the female presence and make it your collective IT factor

the boys need to kiss all their previous concepts goodbye: that they will be a boy band; that they will all be equal (now there's this 'we have a special factor' dynamic); that they will do exactly what they were promised; that they can fart into each other's faces in the morning as a method of waking up those who don't hear the alarm clock

for some reason they cannot see themselves farting into your face

you prove to become spicy if tackled.

people aren't having it at all. BTS are bullied, ridiculed, ignored and talked down to all the time

the boys gather around Jungkook and focus on the work, trying to ignore the negativity

they are surprised when they find out yet another feature of yours

you laugh off the hate towards you, which you get a lot, but become feral when someone insults them

you hesitate whether to accept me? well, tough luck, i accepted you

because you told yourself "we are stuck together, so I'll better make the most of it" and now you live by this

you feel so lonely; the only girl, the weakest one, the shortest one, different dancing style, different voice, different rhythm, different low points. in order to survive this loneliness, you shut your feelings off and concentrate on getting them on your side

also, that one time you comforted Jungkook gave you an idea that boys are just that - boys, and not stone-cold machines, and might even react positively to your friendly attitude

long story short, you start releasing your tension out on people who dare to insult them

you lash out at radio hosts who speak to them in a condescending way

"you think you guys can be rappers?" "they already are. care to explain your problem with it?"

you bite back at the people who don't believe in them and ridicule them: "let's take it outside? or you just gonna pick on an eighteen year old boy?"

"so, how's that Korean rap boy band going?" - "it's going super well, and not sideways, but your jaw will"

a couple of times the hyung line has to restrict you physically

Seokjin realizes these reactions may be a problem

Namjoon indulges your temper because for the first time, he is partially relieved of his weight. he isn't the only one who speaks English; he isn't the only one who is in the avant-garde

Yoongi sees through your anger and the short fuse and is like, oh shit. she is going to snap sooner or later. he understands this aggression is a response to the tension this work puts on you

he starts taking care of you little by little, like a doctor, but not medically

he does it humanly. a coffee. brings you the hoodie you'd forgotten at the studio. surrenders the window seat to you. pushes you behind when the reporters or staff are male and look at you for too long

you start associating Yoongi with safety

there's a talk about you having to visit a certain hotel to meet a certain "business partner", and before you can respond, the boys go "no" in unison

you realize, even if you aren't all best pals yet, and you've only been with them for six months, and debuted like two months ago, they will protect you at least on the very basic level

it finally kills your stress-induced insomnia

you start feeling like a team

you harmonize the best with Jimin and Taehyung

you start training even more, running yourself into the ground, to prove to them that you have earned your spot here; that they won't regret standing up for you; that they won't have to pull their punches because you're a girl

exhaustion blackouts for which you feel very guilty

your periods sometimes don't come for months because of the stress

you have a specific conversation between the eight of you, where you discuss the situation the company put you in. it was an experiment. it also felt like they were setting you up for failure from the beginning. trying to clash you and them. inconveniencing them by bringing a girl. antagonizing you.

you all look at each other and decide to succeed in spite of the company

from then on, you begin to intentionally learn to live together

"good morning", "how are you?" "did you sleep well?" "let's do it" "you go first please" "you did great". positive sabotage

they start saying "pads" without fainting. start living with the idea that the shower cabin where they stand naked, is the same spot where you also stand naked

they become more okay with touching you when it's not during the training and not a part of choreo

hugs

they do not let you do the dishes or clean the bathroom. for the whole first year you do not do either of those things; they take turns instead of you

how they deal with your stress:

Jungkook is the sweetest and is direct. "What can I do? Why are you crying?" and you cry A LOT. after some time, you stop hiding when you feel like crying, and stop feeling guilty when you get injured. there's no way to escape them anyway. there's SEVEN of them. at any given point of time, you're bound to be walked in on by a member.

Jin talks to you like a wise elder, providing practical advice

Jimin is the fairy that flaps around and tries to distract you or make you laugh so that you stop crying

Taehyung cries with you and offers his shoulder. he is the first who invents the lifehack: how to stop Y/N from crying. he begins sharing his own troubles, and you switch immediately and forget about yours

Hoseok tries to make himself scarce, hoping that someone else will handle you. when there's no other choice, he just sits next to you quietly, horrified

Yoongi provides efficient physical comfort; when there are other people around while you're in tears, he pulls the hood onto your head; if it's due to an injury, he caters to it; if it's just stress and loneliness, he elects to call Jungkook or Namjoon because he himself avoids hugging you

and it's not even embarrassment (sometimes he is so tired that he doesn't even get a boner); he is just distant like that

Namjoon = bear hugs. he is the authentic older brother who lets you cry on his chest

Yoongi is the only one who isn't affected by your rage. when you snap, whether it's at a person, or at an object that inconvenienced you, he doesn't get scared like the others. he is the mediator who pulls you away or picks the broken parts of a chair, and his silent courtesy makes you feel very guilty for the outbursts

his gentle acceptance of your character is the factor that pushes you to practice better control of your emotions

Seokjin also tells you that it's super nice that you are ready to murder people to protect the boys, but it has to stop, because it only creates more trouble

you become known as, at best, the wild card of the band

at worst, you're the attention seeker

in truth, you are in the inherently losing position. no matter what you do, you will be the scapegoat and the target. a girl in a boy group

as the fandom gradually grows, many of the fans see you as the red cloth. if you're quiet, you're boring. if you're loud, you're trying to get attention. if you're smart, you're a know-it-all. if you act silly, you're flirting with your mates. you're ugly. you're too pretty. you're fat. you're too thin. you dance too girly. you sing too high. you eat too funny. you speak too loud. you sleep wrong.

the boys gradually understand that this is your designated spot, and this is the weight you take upon yourself. as they get familiarized with the public and how it perceives you, their love for you grows

what unites you with each of them:

Namjoon: shares everything with you. you are the two smart ones who speak good English. you are also roommates and he is the last person you see before you go to sleep

Seokjin: at the moments of lethal social exhaustion, when you are both drained to zero, you sit in the kitchen with glassy eyes and chew on cornflakes straight out of the pack, without speaking. you are the only one who understands the visceral hatred for people he sometimes has; you recharge off of each other a little

Jimin: similar voices. you are paired for the performances often; and your roles are playful mates. you joke a lot together. with time, you start mimicking his uninhibited charisma, and he starts mimicking your dry, zero-bullshit snappy attitude

Taehyung: he feels like a soulmate. you like the same movies, the same books. he has impressive emotional vulnerability coupled with purely artistic selfishness, and you instinctively want to keep it alive in him. he appreaciates your attention and the fact that you forgive him for anything he does. he feels you treat him like a piece of art

Jungkook: becomes loyal to you. where you go, he goes. what you eat, he wants a bite of. when you fall down, he is on the spot in a flash, picking you up. when you're sick, he is the first to puff his chest and argue with the management to get you at least one day off

Hoseok: for the longest time, you just coexist together, trying to find common things. until you catch him in the kitchen one night, watching youtube and sobbing. he has soft, vulnerable darkness to him. you don't dare to wrap your arms around him like you do with Jungkook as he guards his personal space. the thing that unites you is the mutual respect of people who start growing similar habits. you start eating at the same time. you have similar headaches and both become sadder in November.

Yoongi: is a mystery to you. he is like the mountain that provides you haven when you need it. he has that dry laughter that betrays his maturity. he is ready to give you the shirt off his back, but doesn't let you in. he'll be like, eat my portion and go away ok? you both like your alone time and often prefer to stay in the dorm during the free hours, so you end up in the different corners of the rooms. clashing in the kitchen. you develop huge respect for him because you write a lot of lyrics, and he writes music. you think you should bond about it. Yoongi really starts looking you in the eye after you begin bringing your prose to him, asking to take a look

how you inconvenience them:

the thing that irritates them the most is crying. each member reacts differently to it: Hobi and Seokjin are almost openly annoyed when they realize that you cry too often. Jungkook is always wounded by it. Namjoon isn't very annoyed, neither is Taehyung. Taehuyng also cries often, so he isn't affected by it. Yoongi is always trying to get to the root of the problem. studies your reactions like a scientist. he is the first one to clock your heightened emotional reactivity. he tells the others about it and they ask well, how do we cure it. Yoongi laughs and says, we don't. we deal with it

you are a little messy and even though you work on it, sometimes the natural forgetfulness makes you leave things untidy or your things scattered. Hoseok and Jin are usually the ones to yell about it

loud singing in the shower. you and Namjoon are the main perpetrators

"you are supposed to be the vocalist, not the dying alpaca"

you get stress-induced insomnia and sometimes wander around at night. the only one who isn't mad about it is Yoongi because he works at nights

you get periods (when you do). sometimes you get tired more than them. you are physically weaker, and no matter what you do, or how much you strain yourself, you will never have their stamina. they never show it, but you know they do not run as fast as they could have without you, and it actually becomes a very, very deep sore in you and creates this sort of trauma and complex in you. coupled with the public reactions, it cements the perception of yourself: you're the weak point of the band. the members don't think that. in the second year they realize the concept grows on them. they stand out among mono-gender groups. they are easily recognizable. they have a draw of male fans because of you. in a twist of irony, the more they like your presence, the less you like it.

sooner rather than later you decide to make them get used to your body. you are, after all, bound to get revealing outfits for performances, as well. in the dorm, when it's hot, you walk around in shorts. you don't hide. sometimes you might walk around in the towel after the shower, looking for something. they know they need to get accustomed to it

hair everywhere

the female energy. you chat during breakfast. yelp about things. nag to keep the movie on and not switch the channel

low pain limit

they sometimes fight about 'spoiling you'. "you only bought this xyz food because you know Y/N likes it. but we are all going to eat it!"

trying not to exploit their natural male impulses to give in to you. if they want to ride bikes along the river, and you want to go to the park, they are inclined to go to the park. you start demanding they do what they want

trying to kill the 'it's okay, she's a girl' ideology. it means you bear the same responsibility but also the same agency. you start doing dishes and cleaning the bathroom in the second year.

you are delicate. they are boys. you get blisters on your feet - you do not hide it and whine about it

hair ties everywhere

how they inconvenience you:

brutal jokes that they need to tone down sometimes

pranks aren't always pleasant

SEVEN LOUD BOYS

feet into your face. rude nudging to wake you up (they do not see it as rude. it's just "gentle" wake up shove)

bring you all the wrong food when you're on your period or sick. for some reason, their brains (except Yoongi who seems to be a professional at caring for a woman) switch off like they think girls eat inherently different foods

their FUCKING UNDERWEAR in the shower

SPITTING IN THE MIRRORS AND TOOTHPASTE IN THE SINK

kicking the garbage away from sight: "i tidied up"

burping

shorter hair everywhere

"can you pluck my armpit"

they leave the mess after themselves way more often than you

you can't cope with them when they start playing games or mess around

sometimes they eat too much too fast

"Y/N'll deal with it" because you are tough in public/speak English/read books/are witty/can communicate with women/pretty/a girl

if you do something funny, they never let go of it. now it's the butt of the joke forever

you mention a celebrity crush once and now you're doomed

SNORING

if Seokjin accidentally pushes Hobi, he sways a little. if Seokjin accidentally pushes you, you fly over and crash into the floor. if Namjoon accidentally slaps you during the change of position, your head hoots for the rest of the night. if Jimin wants to catch and tickle Yoongi, Yoongi smacks him and it's over before it began. if Jimin wants to do that to you, he simply lifts you above the ground and you have no way of escaping

"you won't get it, you're a girl"

"sorry, this is balls only zone"

they watch MMA and SCREAM

one day you're the group princess, the other day you're the punching bag

you start boxing because sometimes it's impossible to break out when they get agitated, they forget that even the smallest of them is still very big and heavy against you

how they protect you:

at the airport, they quickly learn that sweeping you off your feet is too easy. they invent the oval walk. they form an oval around you and you walk all together, you hidden by their shoulders from the cameras and hands. you witness Jungkook's cheek getting scratched once, and he just shrugs it off with the most loving look

NO. Y/N isn't going to a "meeting" in a "hotel".

they check the fanmail and remove the creepy letters that are addressed to you. for the first couple of years, while the mail is handled within the group personally, you have no idea what male fans want to do to you. after, as the amounts of mail begin to overflow, and it is delegated to managers, you are left in the state of shock

"this whole time they have been writing poems about my tits??"

they do not expect you to perform on a male level. sometimes you do and they don't mention it either. they treat you as an equal.

Yoongi is the one who fences sexist questions with the sharpness of an assassin. he doesn't smile about it either, doesn't try to turn it into a joke.

"so, Y/N, which member do you find the most attractive?" Yoongi: "why didn't you ask me this question? i have a favourite one, it's Jimin". "Y/N, what diets are you on to keep that pretty body of yours?" Yoongi: "she only consumes human male meat". he makes a point to mention that you write a lot of lyrics, all the time. after Yoongi, the others pick up on this habit and try to focus on your lyrical and artistic input more than your looks and 'female presence'.

Seokjin's version: "y/n, so do you cook for the boys?" he snorts loudly. "you should see the attempts. no-no-no"

covering you when you're in revealing outfits. Hoseok will pretend to suddenly get very interested in the camera lense when you are in a short skirt and need to do splits on a variety show. Jungkook will outstretch his arm point at something for the other members if your top is revealing too much of your cleavage. Namjoon will put a towel on your knees

when the outfits get ridiculous, they won't wait for your protests. Yoongi will be like: is that for Seokjin? no? huh

giving deadly looks to people who clearly try to get too close to you

they secretly enjoy being the 'go through us first' bunch for you. each of them has this soft, gender-bending persona to some extent. but they switch back to very manly when there's a need to keep an eye on you

adjusting their whole existence to your presence: you are never the tail of the walk. at least one pair of eyes is on you when you're not at the dorm

Jungkook definitely jumps a guy at least once to protect you.

when the hopes are low:

while you are still struggling to lure people to your shows, you blame yourself for being the dragging factor. you always think that if they were a purely boyband, they would already be successful. after all, they are called "bulletproof boys", not "bulletproof boys and Y/N".

you express this self-doubt rarely because you don't want to be an even bigger burden. the response is always the same:

yah! who put this nonsense into your head? you shut up, you write like 50% of the songs! what are we supposed to do without you? sing na-na-na for three hours straight?

Jungkook won't find his shoes without you

don't say that, i just learnt to tie a ponytail!

sharing modest dinners

them secretly deciding to eat less; if each of them gives up just one spoonful of soup, you will get more. they see you are growing thin; they gaslight you by saying you're imagining things and the portions are absolutely identical. in fact, they say, you're undereating

sharing clothes, painkillers and bandaids. emergency muscle rubs. incredible survival-level health hacks to stay conscious learnt from great-grandmothers. carrying each other literally. "hold on one more hour, okay?" drinking one can of red bull all together

you teaching Jungkook to sew the holes closed. Yoongi teaching you to fix your night stand. you teaching Jimin to stop the nose bleed. Seokjin teaching you to make a sustainable meal out of two noodles, an egg and a pepper with salt. you teaching Namjoon to pick the lock. Hoseok teaching you to cover the cuts with foundation. you teaching Taehyung to sleep in sitting position. amalgamating into each other.

by the third year they know how many pairs of underwear you have and which colours can't be washed together. you know which foods upset their stomachs and read their exhaustion from the hum

the only time they come even close to exploiting you is when you wander around the city in America, handing out flyers to your show, and they notice that guys accept them eagerly from you. they ask you to tell the passersby that it's a girl group. you agree.

sleeping together on the dance studio floor, only to discover they had huddled around you, warming you with their bodies like badgers. even Hobi and Yoongi.

by the time you finally make it, you eight know each other and trust each other with your lives. you conduct a thought experiment: you imagine you collapsed in the shower naked and need assistance. which one are you comfortable with helping you? the answer for you now is any one of them.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

best friend yuuji? you’ve just rang the dinner bell

i was just thinking like.

im adding this after writing but this is soooo fucking long lmao im sorry.

tags for fem!reader (reader is referred to as a girl many times, no explicit mention of anatomy), best friends to lovers, 18+ etc

okay. i feel like you and yuuji meet in a stereotypical way

yuuji is your best friend. you met when you guys were sat next to each other in school (classic case of quiet kid and loud kid) but yuuji is uber friendly so he naturally made friends with you. you guys always clicked. in a weird way. no one else could ever fully grasp it

but you just get each other. you have similar mindsets and find each other comfortable. so you grow up and into each other - and become best friends after a long while. he comes over a lot to yap while you study and while it looks one-sided - you often take care of and look after yuuji and make sure he's not carrying too much at once.

anyway . you have a really good relationship. you're not glued at the hip but it's like, you stick together so much people often ask where the other is when one of you is missing. you get older to around middle school and puberty starts to really . hit you know.

a lot of girls confess to yuuji in that time. it's normal. sure he's rowdy and loud but he's the kind of good guy you notice when you really talk to him. fundamentally good, and not crude and shallow like other boys your age. popular but not obviously. it's the first time in your relationship you are self conscious about being his best friend and just happening to be a girl

there's rumors and stuff. you and him never talk about it until some stuff happen (like yuuji seeing it cause problems) and then you talk. the gist of it is basically that - you're yuujis best friend in the world and nothing could change that. it doesn't matter who you are. he's just trying to show you he cares

and you realize right then you are in love with him.

years go by. you get a little older. you go through highschool much like middle school - with no boyfriend. yuuji dates infrequently but usually gets broken up with. this pattern repeats into college.

(what you don't know, because yuuji never bothered to ask - is that the girls he used to date broke up with him simply because he wouldn't shut up about you. everything he should've done with a girlfriend he did with you already. he even keeps pictures)

when you get into college and grow into adulthood, you and yuuji are still extremely close. you chose to stay home and so did he - so not much is very different. except now you're meeting all sorts of new people and having new relationships form.

you don't know how exactly it comes up. you're studying for an upcoming midterm, yuuji is talking about how he got turned out by the cute girl that he works with and he pauses and asks.

"you know, i know you study hard but you should have fun too," he says this laying in your bed like he owns it, turning his head to look at you where you're bent over your desk. "haven't you thought about getting a boyfriend now that you're in college?"

you are good at brushing this off. you've been doing it for years. you do not tell yuuji that you don't date guys even after you get asked out because you're in love. you just shrug and tell him straight.

"i already told you. im not going to think about dating until i'm finished with school and i've held my career for two years."

"but aren't you bored?" yuuji asks, sincere. he doesn't press you but he is being nosy. "i don't play around that much either but i don't know. a little is healthy. and you've always working hard. playing around with handsome guys might be fun."

"not gonna change my mind."

"don't you get i dunno," he lays on his back. "sexually frustrated, though?"

you pause. you flinch. you've never talked about this before.

you clear your throat a little. "don't be inappropriate. and i do the job myself just fine."

"i guess girls don't have to worry about losing their virginity as much as guys but,"

you try to move on as swiftly as you can from talking about this in relation to yourself. "you make it sound like you slut around, yuu-chan."

he laughs a little behind you. "well no but you know. it's nice laying with another person. only if we're together though."

"yeah, sure. good for you. stop pestering me about it then and go get a girlfriend."

"so mean," he replies, laying back on his stomach. "but do you really not care at all about losing it?"

you frown, swallowing the words explaining that you do care but not just anyone will do. you give him a half truth. a lie of omission.

"it's not that i don't care but it has to be with someone i trust a lot. i don't know any guys like that, so,"

"ehh?? what about me?"

you freeze. you're sure you're mishearing it. "what about you?"

"well... you trust me right? so i could help you with it until you do find a boyfriend,"

you turn around. surely not. surely you misheard. surely he did not tell you to have sex with him so casually. you turn around to verify he's fucking with you.

only to find the most blatant sincerity you've ever seen. he's never been entirely stupid but well. he has his moments.

"do you even know what you're saying? you have to get it up for me to do that."

"well sure. but im reliable and trusrtworthy. and maybe it'll relax you a bit."

you think at that point you're definitely losing your shit but no. unfortunately your guy is dead serious. and you know, yuuji is an idiot but he's not enough of an idiot to not know it's unconventional - but in the moment, in the second he asks, his reasoning is for good. he gets a weird little feeling thinking about you losing it to someone you don't trust you know?

you obviously debate with him on this. you refute him, even - telling him that there's no way he thinks that's a good idea. and you go back and forth and you stop him at some point. to just be like

"do you even think you could kiss me?"

and yuuji just stands to his feet, leans over your desk, and kisses you.

and well. after that, it's kind of like you can't keep your hands off of each other.

it's clumsy your first time. you have no experience. but yuuji is your best friend, and he's himself - so he's patient and gentle and sooo very helpful. he teaches you to kiss and breathe through your nose and open your mouth and all sorts of other things. he's big so it's kind of hard to put it in but he takes is time. the sex feels really, really good and is intimate - almost naturally because that's your very best friend in the entire universe.

and so like. you guys have sex. you dont really plan it or anything but somehow when you get alone - it just gets so, so tense and neither of you can seem to cool down.

and how could you, you know? you've always wanted to fuck yuuji and maybe, seemingly, he wants it too. he gets so red when you bend down on your knees and try to blow him and it makes you so confident. you just... start fucking all the time. and you guys have been so close that no one cares if you two are alone together or not.

and so like. you begin this intensely sexual relationship and miraculously unchanged relationship. like you hang out as normal. and you fuck alot. and it's amibigous and vague.

you're kind of torn up about it, but yuuji is the kind of guy to not hook up with more than one person - so it's not hard to delude yourself into dating. he's already sweet and cuddly and thoughtful. and you know, you've always been so, so strict with yourself. you're really on top of your shit you know? so you reason with yourself, fine. ill just do this and see what happens. it's not like you.

(but it's hard to be strict with yourself when he makes you cum six times you know.)

so weirdly, in a weird way - you're kind of fine. you're a bit numb, a bit adjusted to it.

BUT YUUJI? OH YUUJI IS GOING THROUGH IT.

look. i mean what i said about yuuji being sincere and dense about this whole thing. he really does just want to help you and he doesn't think anything of it. sure sex is for someone you love, but yuuji does love you so it's fine to him.

the problem? the problem is you go from looking like a vague, amorphous and wonderful friend whose appearance he rarely thinks of (outside of beautiful, because of course you are - you're his best friend)

and instead become the most insanely fuckable person he has ever laid his eyes on and it is . ruining his life.

again. it's not as if yuuji ever thought you were unattractive. beauty is bigger than appearance to him, always has been - and you've always been the most beautiful girl in every room because you had a lovely character to you. he adores you. as a friend.

he never.... saw you in any other way. not even when other people kept assuming he did. you're a girl so he knew people would try to box you into that with him regardless but it was never like that. or at least, in his head it was never like that.

sure, whenever he dates someone - he is subconsciously compares them to you and sure, no matter what the person he has the most fun with is you but that's normal right? best friends is a big deal after all

you have sex for the first time and it's like. all of a sudden he's seeing all these aspects of you completely different. it's such a dramatic shift for him. like.

but it's not.... just your body really. of course not. he's not just lusting after ou but there's just something different about how you look in his eyes. something about how you readjust your sweater, how you wipe the corners of your mouth. something about the way you look at his place with shorts and a comfortable shirt just barely riding up your stomach and matching fuzzy socks (that are kinda matted from being worn)

all of this is just so, so fucking sexy now. he gets the weirdest fluttery feeling and just . can't help but be on you. you don't even know what you do to him either, and how could you? but god it destroys him. really ruins him to see you all doe eyed. know how you feel when you cling onto his biceps.

for the longest time - he can barely figure out whats doing it to him.

and then like. one day you're finished having sex and you're both so tired you fall asleep. and you're at his place - naked in his bed. he wakes up in the middle of the night. he moves the covers you know, to get up and get a towel - wipe you down.

and then you sort of hold onto him. still asleep. you let out a very soft whiny nooo, and he just. finds it so cute. so without thinking, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you to keep sleeping which you comply with bc ur not awake anyway.

and then when he sits up again he's like. oh. shit shit shit. shit.

that's when it hits him that he's in love with you which is. troubling to say the least. not only because he feels guilty for ruining your friendship but also because he knows himself well enough to know there's no way he could hold himself back.

but he thinks about and... does he have too? he knows it won't be right away but you do this with him too. so maybe, just maybe, there's a chance right?

for what its worth, i do think you two end up together with a minimal amount of angst. but the amount of heavy ass pining...the months it goes on of you two getting insanely, unbearably intimate and then not talking about it. and like. yuuji tests the waters with you. kisses you before he leaves, and does all sorts of stuff but you always go with it. you both cover it up but eventually it all spills and i think that's mostly cause yuuji is so open ......

anyways.... best friend yuuji.... he is on my mind....

[frvitypunch]

Being seen by the stars

Sung Jinwoo x Constellation!Reader

this is inspired by ORV, i love orv but idk where to read the novel of it since im new to orv 😭

part one (here), part two, part three

enjoy!

note: you're an unnamed constellation and orv s. C poilers (i also might get spoiled /nsrs)

This was completely different from before, it feels like I'm somewhere else.

Jinwoo thought, he was greeted by the same blue box, a text appearing.

[The next main scenario starts in 30 minutes.]

Was all it said, just that as the blue box disappeared, a purple box appearing in front of Jinwoo.

[You are from another world, please group with people that can help you in scenarios.]

A person walked towards Jinwoo, an unfamiliar guy with a long white cloak and other people along with the guy.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around. May you introduce yourself? My name is Kim Dokja, and these are my friends." He spoke, smiling as the guy next to him, wearing a black cloak frowned as usual, his expression serious.

"Yoo Joonghyuk." Was the only sentence the black cloaked guy spoke, his expression was still serious.

[Demon-like Judge of Fire is curious about you.]

[Prisoner Of The Golden Headband looks forward to your decisions.]

[A Constellation who does not have a name wants to see you in action.]

"Sung Jinwoo. May I ask who these people are commenting on about how curious they are?" Jinwoo asked, pointing to the floating screen which had 3 constellations that are looking forward to his actions and decisions.

"That is the Constellations, they watch over us for entertainment, they can also be your support when in need so please pick a powerful constellation if you struggle." Dokja spoke, looking at his blue box that had 3 Constellations curious about him.

[A Constellation who does not have a name wishes you to select them.]

[You have been gifted 5,000 coins.]

"And may I ask about the coins the unnamed Constellation gave me?" Jinwoo asked once more, looking at the blue box of notifications as he had received exactly 5000 coins.

"Coins are to level up your stats, buy things and you can even give them to other people or refund it back, so I recommend investing in your stats instead of refunding it." Dokja spoke, taking notice of how when he tried to use the character profile, it only ended up with failure, so he decided not to indulge further in curiosity.

"I see, and may I ask to join your group perhaps? I'm not sure if it's alright to go fight alone." Jinwoo simply said, thanking Dokja with a nod as he opened up his stats and leveled them equally, feeling himself become a little stronger than before since his power was still the same as before, he obviously took notice of the purple box earlier that suggested it.

"No." Joonghyuk spoke flatly, leaving no buts as an answer.

"Alright then, I'll get going now." Jinwoo simply said, glancing at the group one last time before walking away.

He could still hear Dokja trying to persuade Joonghyuk as Jinwoo heard Joonghyuk say about something.

"I'm gonna break your skull." Was probably the lines Jinwoo heard from Joonghyuk's mouth before the dokkaebi appeared, though it wasn't Bihyung.

"Sorry but, the main scenario has been delayed due to an error, please have a sub scenario as I will be working on fixing the error." The dokkaebi said, swiftly disappearing into thin air as the blue box popped up once again in everyone's eyes.

< (Sub) Scenario – Wack the poles! >

Difficulty: S

Category/Type: Sub

Clear Condition(s):

1. Form a group by 6 members.

2. Wack the pole on the enemies that spawn in the enviroment.

3. take turns each hour per member.

Time Limit: 6 hours.

Compensation/Reward: 10,000 coins

Failure: Death.

Reminds me of wack a mole.

Jinwoo thought, he still had a problem because he wasn't sure if his shadows were considered as alive beings to be considered members of his so-called future group.

All of my ideas are GONE, i need ideas bc they keep popping up and disappearing, i also might make ORV fics since theres not alot, im also planning to make something like Yoo Joonghyuk x Reader x Kim Dokja x Sung Jinwoo? but I hope I actually don't forget what I was planning to write (I don't write on my notes about stuff, I actually don't use them)

btw my wifi disappeared and I had no mobile data sorryuy 😭 😭

[sunkissedmayu]

You were always a high achiever student. Never have you ever had a grade below 95% in every subject. You actively participate in every activity there is in your school, may it be sports or academics. But suddenly, your dad made the decision to leave your current city and live in Gotham. He got a job there which paid higher than his current salary and offers much better workloads. Your father contemplated accepting this offer. Of course, Gotham is known to have crimes everywhere. He couldn't afford his only daughter to be exposed to this kind of environment, but he doesn't want you to live in poverty either. Thus, he accepted this offer.

Things haven't been good, especially your first week there. You find it hard to adapt to the new community, as people seem to be used in this kind of situation. Even though you mustered all your confidence, you're still hesitant. You tried to brush all your worries since you never had any difficulties in studying. You thought you'd ace in this school as well, like in your former school. But boy, you were wrong. Yes, you're still a top student but you're always second to him, Damian Wayne.

You only know a few things about your rival. First, he's the son of the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne. Second, he also transferred to this school a few months before you. Third, he's very competitive but shows zero and no interest in everyone. Because of this, you see him as a bratty nepo-baby who looks down on everyone. You don't hate him, nor despise him. You just find him very annoying. Yes, he doesn't show any interest in everyone but you were an exception. Every time you and him take an exam, you'll race with him on who's faster on answering the exam. The challenge doesn't end there, you guys would have to wait for results and brag to each other on who got the highest score. When he wins in these challenges, he'd normally wear a smug smile and tease you.

Damian considers you as his academic rival, and you also thought the same. Until one day...

You were spending your time in the library, trying to figure out how to solve this specific question about geometry. He saw you and walked his pace towards you. You saw him and greeted him by putting your gaze on him for a while and back to your scattered studying material on the book. He sat in front of you, then he initiated a talk. "Hey, having a hard time?" he asked as he snooped on the questions you've been working on for hours. You nodded your head, still fixating on the question.

"Do you perhaps need help?" you put down your book, surprised. Damian Wayne never offered someone his help, as he finds it bothering. People would line up just to have them taught by him but he refused every one of them, thinking it was a bother. You didn't answer him, as his question caught you off guard but he explained how to answer the question very fluently. His voice was not annoying, as his normal, smug voice would talk to you every after exams. He was just explaining this mathematical problem but hell, you're not used to it. His actions weren't normally like this, but weirdly, you find this fluttering.

The moment he finished his explanation, you asked him a question. "Why did you help me?" You gave him a very confused face as you're still confused on why he did that. He flashed a smile, not the usual, smug smile but a soft smile. "Just trying to be good, is there anything wrong?"

You shook your head and lowered it, feeling embarrassed about your question. But you know yourself that you were not only embarrassed, you were flattered. God, you thought. You might have started to have feelings for your academic rival, the notorious Damian Wayne.

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@sunkissedmayu's thoughts 💭 noticed how most of my works are about Damian? very demure, very mindful. lol, i might become a Damian Wayne connoisseur at this point.　　　　　　໒꒰ ‎˃ࡇ˂ ꒱১

[skzdominate]

BREAKUP VACATION

Han Jisung x fem!black! Reader

NOT REQUESTED

Sharing a bed with needy ex-boyfriend Han on a trip you both didn't cancel after the breakup.

word count: 5.46k

PLEASEEE if you enjoy this like, comment, and repost I spent literal DAYSS on this🙏🏾🙏🏾

also can somebody friggin request something on this account I'm desperate (more weak hero posts soon on @parkjihoonswifey)

WARNINGS: smut 18+, oral (f), fingering (f), use of y/n, angst(although I'm terrible at it), I can't think straight I've been up all night editing this.

no it's not proofread blow me I haven't slept in 29 hours and I have work at 11 today 🥀🥀

also ts kinda buns...

REBLOG TO MAKE ME FAMOUS GUYS.

WE AIN'T EVEN FAMOUS!!! (tarzzan or whoever you spell it he so fine i don't give a damn about them cornrows he looks the fuck good to me😩😩

PUT MY SNEAKERS ON!! HA-NA DUL READY GET SET GO(this is me starting the story)

Your last fight with jisung wasn't like the others. You didn't scream at him, he didn't scream at you. You didn't say much, just a silent plea for him to notice your insecurities—notice you.

Your relationship was great. You loved him like an idiot, and he loved you ten times greater. You stayed together when he wasn't at dorms, and when he was there, so were you.

The fans weren't always a problem, but the more you saw—the more edits, the more tweets, the more comments that flooded under his posts—you couldn't help but feel some type of way.

Han was always busy, whether it was practicing, producing, tours, anything else, he almost never had time for you during the day.

Over time, he got more annoyed when you brought it up, but never showed it too much. “I'm sorry you feel like that” and “I'm right here” turned into "You're talking crazy" and "Stop overthinking it so much". It made you sick to your stomach, and made you wonder how you let him treat you like this.

One thing never changed. Every night before a tour, he'd leave you a gift—usually a small piece of jewelry or he'd take you out. Then a few hours later, he left. He'd go on stage and look amazing. It always made you feel jealous, even if you knew what was yours.

This particular fight, though—your last fight—started over something completely different. Not the fans, not the insecurities—something completely worse.

"Jisung," you say calmly to him, walking into the living room where he sat, laid back and man spreading on the couch. He barely looked up from his phone, muttering a small "hm?".

You tried to control your anger, you really did. You took a deep breath, "Have you been telling the guys about our sex life?" You cross your arms, hands shaking. He drops his phone into his lap, and looks up at you with pretty eyes. His skin looked so beautiful—tan the way you loved, cheeks soft, and lips thick. He looked so perfect.

"I might've," he holds his hands up in defeat, "but it's not like we really have one, do we? I mean between shows and you being mad all the time, we haven't had sex in a while," he stands, headed towards the kitchen unbothered.

You follow him though, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what I said. We haven't had sex since I got back from the last tour—that's almost two weeks now. Don't act surprised."

"Well sorry that I'm surprised that my own boyfriend isn't satisfied with our sex life! Am I the problem for not being in the mood sometimes?"

He steps forward, his hands slowly finding their way to your waist, but you push him away, "Not the time, Jisung. Are you gonna talk to me like an actual man or should I go?"

He turns away, but doesn't answer immediately. The silence breaks your heart." Maybe you should.”

You honestly were surprised. You walked away, eyes starting to water, packing a small bag and texting Chan. He watched you move, eyes never leaving you.

“Where are you gonna go? You don't have anywhere to go.”

“Away from you, away from all this. I'll go to San’s house for all you care,” you lied. You grab your car keys—about the only thing of yours he didn't pay for—and headed towards the door.

He ran up behind you, grabbing your shoulder and pinning you to the wall next to the door. His eyes were shocked, sad, and helpless. He looked confused, not knowing what to do or say.

“Baby, I didn't mean it, nothing I said. You know I'm under pressure and I'm just stressed. But going to your ex’s house? lowball, even for you.”

You push him off of you, brows shifting in anger, “The only “ex’s” now are me and you. It's over, Jisung. For real.” You reach for the door before he can stop you, already outside and dialing Chan's number.

“Hello?” he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, Chan. I just—I just had a fight with Jisung. Can I come to your dorm?”

“Holy shit. Of course you can. What happened?” he questions, background noise suggesting he just sat up out of bed.

“I'll explain when I get there,” you make your way down the stairs and out the main door.

“No problem, take your time. Be careful driving.”

“Yeah, thanks”

you hang up, making your way out to the garage.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You pull up to Chan waiting outside for you. By this time, you had tears streaming down your face and ruined eyelashes. You quickly got out, still aware that you're in public and hurried over to where he stood in a cap and mask. He took them off when he saw you approach, and immediately pulled you in for a hug.

“Aww, Bug, are you okay?” he wraps his arms around your back, right hand rubbing up and down slowly. You stood there crying for a second before pulling away.

“I'm sorry for making you come out here. we can go inside,” you pass him and go into the back door to the building.

Once inside, the other members see you and question, but Chan pushes them away and leads you to his room.

“Stay here for as long as you need, get comfortable. Do you wanna explain,” he sits carefully on the bed next to you. You fall into him, arms around his neck, face buried into his chest.

“I just loved him endlessly and he told me to leave because I asked him if he was telling you guys about our sex and he basically said he wasn't satisfied with me. Then he tried kissing me and I refused so he got upset,” You had wiped your runny nose on your sleeve, and Chan wiped the tears from your eyes.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, chan pulling you in and stroking your hair to comfort you.

You had calmed down a bit—enough to stop crying. “I just don't feel appreciated and I broke up with him and it feels like I shouldn't have. I love him, Chris. I really do.”

He nods along, carefully choosing his next words, “I think being alone for a while will be good for both of you. You're both my best mates, and you look pretty damn good together. I think you just need a break, or to be alone with him—not worrying about fans, friends, sex. It'll do you some good, kiddo. Think about it,” and the next second he's off the bed and out the room. You let your body fall back against his sheets, and before you know it you're passed out.

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You woke up in Chan’s bed, sweaty and missing a shoe. Your hair was a mess and your tears stained his pillowcase. Your vision wasn't fully there, but you could hear the faint voice of Chan and someone else across the room.

Jisung laid lazily on the floor, and Chan sat in his chair by his desk.

“I messed up, Chan. And I love her too much. I don't know what to do.”

“Look, Ji. I can't give you great advice. What you did was wrong. Telling me and the boys about private stuff was wrong, and you need to put yourself in her shoes.”

“I'm trying to, chan. Its just-”

❀⊱┄┄┄┄⊰❀

You wake up again, this time to a room full of quiet. Chan’s bed still smells like laundry detergent and pinewood cologne. The ache behind your eyes is sharp, but your body feels heavier now—like the weight of crying so hard yesterday is still clinging to your bones.

You roll over, face against the mattress for a minute before slowly sitting up. You blink against the weak sunlight streaming through the crack in the blinds, legs swinging over the side. Your shoe is missing. You find it under Chan’s bed and put it back on before tiptoeing out to the living room. It’s empty now. A note on the counter reads: “Went to the studio. Take your time. I stocked the fridge.”

It’s signed with a little smiley face and wolfchan next to it.

You breathe in slowly, then out.

Eventually, you gather your things, call a cab, and head back to your apartment. Everything feels muffled and slow—like you’re walking through fog. The moment you step into your place, it’s like the silence rushes to meet you. No shoes at the door next to yours. No jacket on the rack. No spare beanie he always left on your kitchen chair. It’s really over.

You shower. The water is too hot and your skin feels like it's on fire under the stream, but it’s the first time in a while you feel clean. Not in the physical way—but in the way that says, I can start again. You let it rinse over you until your fingers wrinkle.

After wrapping yourself in a towel, you sit on your bed and check your phone. That’s when you see it—a notification from your calendar app:

“3 Days Until Trip w/ Jisung 💕✈️”

You’d forgotten. You both planned this two months ago—something quiet, out of the country, somewhere he promised wouldn’t have fans or cameras. A place you could both be just people. Just in love.

You stare at the notification for a long moment before going to your contacts.

You:

Can we talk?

Just on the phone. Please.

He replies almost instantly.

Jisung:

Yeah. I’m free.

You call.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey.”

His voice is hoarse, careful. Like he’s holding it with both hands.

“Hey,” you say softly. There’s a pause. You swallow. “I got the reminder. About the trip.”

Another pause. You can hear a car passing in the background on his end. “Yeah... I didn’t cancel it. Just in case.”

“I don’t wanna miss it,” you admit quietly. “I think... even if everything’s messy right now, we shouldn’t throw this away too.”

He hums, something a little smug bleeding into his voice. “So what you’re saying is... you miss me.”

You sigh. “No, Jisung.”

“You miss me already and you’re using this trip as an excuse to see me again—”

“I’m not using anything as an excuse,” you retaliate, sitting up straighter. “I’m not even ready. The plane leaves in three days.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he says casually. “Book yourself a lash appointment. And nails. And eyebrows, and whatever else you want, I'll pay. I know you love looking good.”

“Jisung,” you warn. “Don’t do that.”

“I am doing that,” he says, and you hear the ping of a notification on your end. You check your phone.

It’s a text.

💳: XXXX-XXXX-XXXX-0325

Expiration: 03/26

CVC: 325

“Are you insane?” you ask, blinking. “You just sent me your card info?”

“Yup,” he says, proud. “Go get your shit done. I know you won’t do it unless I force you. Consider it my for now apology.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“I don’t care,” he says, voice softening now. “I want to see you. Not even to fix things right away—just to be somewhere without all the noise. Just us.”

There’s silence for a second. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until your lungs start to ache.

Finally, you exhale. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, baby,” he says, voice gentle but laced with the cockiness you pretend to hate. “Pack light. I’m gonna make you forget we ever fought.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

He laughs. “See you soon.”

When the call ends, you sit there for a moment. The weight’s still there—but lighter now. A flicker of warmth settles in your chest, and for the first time in hours, you let yourself smile. Just a little.

Maybe it isn’t fixed.

But it isn’t finished either.

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✈︎ Three Days Later ✈︎

The airport buzzes like a beehive—air thick with the scent of coffee, perfume, and exhaustion. You pull your suitcase behind you, looking just a little too good for someone who barely slept last night. You’re not sure if it’s the lashes, the braids that are tightly pulling at your scalp, the fresh brows, the glossed lips—or the faint hope curled in your stomach—but your confidence is back, even if your heart’s still cautious.

You spot him by the check-in kiosk, hoodie over his head, a duffle slung low on his shoulder. His mask is hanging loose around his chin, AirPods in and of course he’s on his phone.

Typical.

You roll your suitcase up to him and clear your throat. Loudly.

Jisung looks up and stops in his tracks, gaze roaming slowly, deliberately.

His mouth tugs into a smug smile. “Damn.”

You blink. “What?”

He raises a brow and gestures lazily with his fingers. “The Braids. The nails. The lashes. The fit—” he tugs the hem of your top teasingly—“You went all out.”

“Don’t act surprised.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed. And proud. Mostly because I paid for all of it.”

You scoff, tugging your sleeve away.

“What? you look good,” he says, winking. “Let me at least look at what I bought.”

“Jisung, you sent me your credit card information and forced me to.”

“Yeah. And it worked, didn’t it?” He falls in step beside you as you both head toward security. “I knew you wouldn’t let yourself show up looking like a raccoon again.”

You punch his arm lightly, and he hisses. “Ow!”

“That was for the ‘again.’”

After security, you both find yourselves waiting at the gate. He insists on getting food, dragging you to a ramen bar tucked behind a convenience store. You try to keep the conversation surface-level—weather, music, bad airport design—but his knee keeps bumping yours under the table, and when he slurps his noodles too loudly, you side-eye him.

“Can you not eat like a wild animal?”

“This is my happy slurp,” he says, eyes twinkling. “It means I’m in a good mood.”

You shake your head, sipping your soup quietly. He pauses mid-bite, watching you. There’s something soft in his gaze—like he can’t quite believe you’re here, across from him again.

You feel it, too. But neither of you say it. This trip wasn't going to be awkward, you could tell by the way it was now—how he could laugh with you, compliment you, and how you didn't let your hurt show but instead replaced it with sarcasm and jokes that didn't feel fake.

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Boarding.

You’re herded into the plane like cattle, except you’re the lucky kind—first class. Your seats are the lie-flat kind, with the fancy partitions and the silk-lined pillows. Except there’s a small catch.

Your “suite” is... connected. Intimately. A shared pod with a single double-sized bed across the middle, mood lighting glowing faintly along the edges.

You glance at the flight attendant. “Are we supposed to—?”

Jisung grins. “Yup.”

“This is for couples.”

“We were a couple when we booked it,” he says, setting his bag down casually. “We both paid half. That means we share.”

You huff and throw your purse into the corner of the bed. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, already reclining. “You’re so dramatic. Just sleep. I don’t bite.”

You shoot him a look. “Yes, you do.”

He smirks and adjusts his pillow. “Only when you asked me to.”

You throw a packet of peanuts at his head.

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10+ hours later...

You land in Santorini. It’s sunset—gold light melting across the island, painting everything in creamsicle hues. The villa shuttle waits just outside the terminal, and the salty breeze carries promises you’re not ready to believe yet.

The hotel itself is breathtaking. Built into the cliffs, whitewashed stone walls glowing soft against the ocean beyond. But of course—

“There’s only one bed,” you say flatly, staring at the room’s massive centerpiece.

Jisung shrugs behind you. “For the second time today—We booked this before what happened. Of course it’s one bed.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“There is no couch,” he says. “Just that weird rattan chair and... a big window.”

You spin around. “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p.’ “We’re sharing. We’re adults. And we both paid half.”

“That’s your excuse for everything.”

“And it’s a damn good one.”

You narrow your eyes but say nothing.

He walks past you, dropping his bags by the closet. “Fine. Sleep where you want. But if you get cold and crawl in next to me at 3am, I will say ‘I told you so.’”

You hurl a pillow at his head. Again.

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The Day’s Itinerary

1. The Villa Tour

A guide meets you both outside your room, walking you through the property. Olive trees line the paths. There’s a private pool. The kind of view Instagram would kill for. You pretend to be unimpressed, but Jisung is awe-struck—pointing at every archway, every bougainvillea bloom.

“Holy crap, is that a grapevine?” he exclaims, reaching up to touch it.

“Don’t touch the grapes,” the guide warns gently.

You stifle a laugh, “Yeah, idiot.”

“Do you wanna fight?” he grabs your waist, lifting you up off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder ( Han Jisung detwinkification *licks lips and rubs hands together*). You yelp, hitting his back and laughing.

The guide side-eyes you both the rest of the tour.

2. Couples Yoga

You hadn’t realized “couples yoga” meant actual synchronized poses. You try not to laugh as Jisung struggles to hold a downward dog while the instructor pushes his hips into place.

“My hips don’t bend like that, dude!” he whines, wobbling.

“They usually do,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting yourself for a second.

He freezes.

You freeze.

Then you both start laughing.

You fall sideways on your mat, tears forming from how hard you’re giggling. It’s stupid, awkward, and entirely necessary.

The instructor cuts the session short.

3. Brunch by the Sea

A glass patio overlooks the Aegean. The restaurant is decked in airy whites and creams, soft music humming in the background. You order lemon ricotta pancakes with fig jam. Jisung gets something stupid involving squid and eggs.

You steal a bite anyway. He lets you.

At one point, you both go quiet. He looks at you over his glass of orange juice.

“I’m glad we came.”

You nod slowly. “Me too.”

4. Gift Shopping in Town

You wander cobblestone streets lined with tiny shops. Jisung buys a matching pair of seashell bracelets without saying anything. Just slips one onto your wrist like he’s done a hundred times.

“I thought we weren’t doing cheesy couple stuff,” you say.

“It’s not couple stuff. It’s just... shells from a guy trying to get his girl back..”

“You’re the worst.”

He grins.

You buy him a handmade journal and a pen carved from olive wood.

He doesn’t say anything, but he tucks it carefully into his bag like it’s fragile.

5. Movie on the Beach

A makeshift screen flutters in the breeze, beanbags arranged in rows under the stars. You both huddle under a shared blanket, sipping from coconuts and ignoring the rom-com playing onscreen.

When the couple kisses, Jisung makes a joke under his breath. “They look like they’ve never kissed before.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And you’re a professional?”

“I have a PhD in kissing.”

You scoff. “You got that from TikTok.”

“I got it from you.”

Your face burns, but you don’t pull away when his pinky brushes yours under the blanket.

6. Private Beach at Night (yes, you booked it)

The water’s cold, but the moon is warm. Or maybe it’s the way Jisung’s hand keeps finding yours every few minutes, like he forgets he shouldn’t.

You both walk the shoreline in silence, toes in the sand, wind pulling gently at your clothes.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?” he says finally, voice low.

You look at him. “Yeah.”

He swallows. “I’m sorry. For the fans, the comments, the way I brushed it off. For making you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I never said I wasn’t enough,” you reply, staring at the waves.

“No,” he nods, “but I made you feel like it. And that’s worse.”

You nod once.

He stops walking, turning toward you. “Can I kiss you?”

You hesitate.

Then, wordlessly, you lean in and let him.

It's slow. It's familiar. Quiet in the way all the best things are. When it ends, you don’t step back.

Neither does he.

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You both get ready for bed in silence. There’s a soft kind of nervousness in the air now—not from anger, or tension, but something more dangerous: vulnerability.

He’s shirtless, toweling off his hair, and you’re already sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the wall.

You sit there like that for a while. Not stalling, just... thinking.

The mattress dips slightly as he sits beside you, “You okay?”

You nod.

More silence.

Then, quietly: “Thanks for coming.”

You sigh. “Thanks for paying for my eyebrows.”

He laughs, breath warm against your face. “They look amazing, by the way.”

“Shut up.”

“Still in love with me, huh?”

You roll your eyes and lay down, but you don’t deny it.

Not yet.

Not tonight.

You slipped under the covers, and he copied. You got comfortable on opposite sides of the same bed, something foreign thatfelt like it shouldn't happen.

Next to you, Han shifted uncontrollably. He tossed his covers off, shifted some more, and ended up going to the bathroom. He was gone for only a minute, pulling the covers over himself again.

Ten minutes later, he shifted some more. You couldn't sleep—not because of him, but because no one was there to hold while you drifted off. You glanced at the clock, 11:27pm.

You both lay there, afraid to wake each other up. You shifted, he shifted. He groaned into his pillow like he was having the worst night of his life.

Han breaks the silence with his smug attitude and smirk on his face. “I know you're up,” he sighs quietly.

“Yeah, and?” you sit up, him following. You flick on the light next to your bed, and the glow of your skin is beautiful enough to kill him.

"Well, ya'know, after all the stuff we did today, I think I deserve at least another kiss,"

"Han, go to bed,” you lay back down.

He scoots himself closer to you, arm wrapping around over your hips. You can feel his half hard on under his grey sweats. Your breath catches in your throat, and he laughs to himself.

"Listen,I can't deny it, Han. I did feel like a couple again today, but I just can't be with you right now. Your fan base is too extreme."

His lips meet your neck, kissing softly while you hum in response. "C'mon, pretty girl. I'm not asking you for a day, a week, or more. I'm asking for tonight. Be mine again tonight? please?" his hips bucking into yours, and you sigh against him.

He pulls away, pulling back the covers that lay over you. His right hand rubs your hips, his left toying with the bottom of your tank top. He lifts himself to the bottom of the bed, hands spreading your legs. He climbs up your body to your eyes, looking at you for a form of consent.

“please..”

he leans in, his lips meeting yours as his hands roam your body. His right hand tugs your shorts down while his left grabs at your waist.

He pulls away, breath heavy as he lifts your legs in the air to discard your shorts. The cold air hits your soaked panties and you gasp. His face meets your clothes core and he groans, “So fucking wet for me. I missed this so much.” He kisses your panties softly.

You whine out softly, hips pushing yourself closer.

He kisses down your left thigh, moaning into it like he hasn't done it in years. "Your fucking thighs baby—so pretty, so brown. missed seeing them bare, spread open so good for me.”

He takes his time, kissing up and down your thigh like it gave him pleasure—and it did, more than you had expected. He moves to the right, groaning into your skin and doing the same he did to the left.

He particularly takes a liking to your right thigh, kissing and biting and sucking. He licks a small space from your inner thigh to the top. His eyes darken and he licks his lips, "Tastes like that coco shea butter lotion you always use, so fucking delicious. missed having you like this—so so much baby,” he licks once more before shifting his attention to your cunt in his face.

He slips your panties to the side, tongue coming out to lick your clit. You gasp out, and your hips move on their own for friction.

He doesn't stop you, he leans into it more, licking, sucking, and sticking his tongue into you. You clench around nothing as he sucks your clit, gasps and moans coming from you above him.

“You're so wet f’me. I love it."

He doesn't ever stop. He inserts a finger into you, then another. Your moans fill the large space as he fingers you, his tongue glued to your clit.

He pulls away briefly,"So grateful for you, letting me have you like this. Brown skin shaking for me. fuckin’ love this color, gets me so horny,” and he's back, finger now rubbing your clit as he fucks you with his tongue.

You squirm and buck against his hand, whimpering as your moans become more high pitched. This doesn't go unnoticed, and he makes sure to keep the pace even.

His fingers find their way into you,"You gonna cum on my fingers? show me how good I ruin you without even using my dick?” he kisses and sucks your clit as you hit your high.

Your back arches, your vision goes white,you silently scream his name. He kisses up your body to your lips, and he kisses you, giving you a taste of yourself. The feeling felt like deja vu ( TXT ) —your boyfriend, technically ex, was kissing your body after giving you the most amazing head.

“Can you take me, baby?” he asks politely, dick pressing into your thigh desperately.

“Yes, please,” you sit up on your elbows, kissing him. He groans in your mouth, hands grabbing at your face lovingly. You catch a glimpse of the digital clock on the nightstand again, 12:43am.

Han's slipping your panties down, tugging his shorts off and his boxers. You watch him anxiously, waiting and silently wishing he would hurry up.

When he finally does get himself lined up, and starts pushing in at an annoyingly slow pace, you whine into his shoulder.”Han, please” You drag his name on your lips.

"Give me a second, baby. So much tighter than I remember. so pretty and perfect,” he grunts. Once he's fully in,he pauses to let you adjust, hands and lips roaming your body. when he starts moving, he groans softly into your neck.

"I'm gonna show you how sorry I am. Show you how much I missed you, and how bad I fucked up.” He softly presses kisses all over your face. He pulls out enough just so the tip is right at your entrance, and slowly pushes back in.

"I love you, y/n. I love you so much and I was an idiot to make you feel anything but happy around me. Forgive me? please?” He kisses into the crook of your neck, raising his head as he pushes in agonizingly slow.

“I forgive you, Han. Just make me forget,” you press your lips to his. He hums in your mouth, lips never leaving yours, even as he spoke

“I wanna make love to you right now. I'm gonna marry you, let you have my last name and carry my baby,” his pace suddenly feels okay,and the slowness only makes the experience better.

“Fucking love you, please don't leave me—ever. Let me make it up to you every time like this," his thrusts sped up a bit, barely noticeable but the way you felt him deeper said it all.

he pulls out briefly, turning you on your stomach before pushing back inside. The angle is new—deeper, sexier, filther. All you do is moan louder.

"I love you like this, you look so good. Don't ever leave, okay?."

“never.”

he smiles, grunting low as his hand makes its way into your fresh braids. He tugs lightly, just how you like it. His definition of “making love” wasn't some sappy vanilla sex, filled with loving words. To him it was whatever made you happy and whatever made you cum. You don't really mind him pulling your fresh braids—you kind of enjoy it, and he knows you do.

"you love when I fuck you like this, pulling your hair so you can feel that sting." You nod your head as he slowly picks up speed.

He grabs your hair harder, causing a yelp as he pulls you up so your back is to his chest. His other hand lightly grabs your throat, turning your head so your lips meet his. you moan into his mouth, hand reaching back to tangle in his hair.

"I love these braids, baby, and I got to pay for them. It makes me feel good."

Each thrust bounces your body. Your moans get higher as you approach your climax, and you pulse around him.

You let go with his name on your lips, and your body collapses into the mattress, back arched and perfect for him. He doesn't stop, thrusts getting messier as he chases his high.

"close, baby."

"Inside, baby. please" you struggle out between breaths.

his breathing stops for a second, and the next he's spilling himself into your cunt, deep and utterly full. His breathing is erratic as he slowly recovers. You feel a finger against your back, his hands faintly move across the arch of your spine, smiling to himself.

You rolled onto your back, out of breath and tired.

“Sorry, love. Let me get a towel,” he skipped over to the bathroom with a huge smile. He cleans you up and you both drift off to sleep, bodies close and wrapped up in each other.

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You try to enjoy the rest of your trip, not talking about what happened that night or what it meant. Nothing else happened on the trip, but the tension definitely was still thick. You didn't think either one of you would bring it up—that is until the flight back to Seoul. you had the same private flight, the same bed.

Han speaks up first,”So the sex? What does that mean? we can't just pretend it didn't happen,” he says once he's sure no one will hear him.

“I don't know, ji. I just didn't feel seen in our relationship, and I don't know if I can deal with my personal insecurities.”

He takes your hand. His eyes met yours, full of the love he'd always had for you. “I want to change for you, I really do. I'll be better for you. I'll notice when something is wrong, when you're not in the mood, and I won't push it—any of it. And I won't push you away. trust me.”

You pull your hand back, and use it to cup his cheek. Your voice comes out steady, “I want to believe that—so so bad, so make me believe that. please.”

He leans into you, briefly connecting your lips. You guys cuddle the rest of the flight.

When you land, he buys you a coffee, carries your luggage and packs it into the Uber for you. Once at your apartment, he helps you get your luggage inside, and offers his company for a few hours— which was ruined by Chan needing him to practice. He leaves you with a hug, not too flirty—but the kind that makes you wonder if he's worth all of it. He still hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, and it gave you relief. You weren't rushing a relationship again, and took the pace that felt right.

Eventually you warm up, the guys start to tease about a "comeback" between you two happening. You both insist on taking things slow instead of rushing to fix what's broken. Jisung looks happier—less stressed,and he feels that way too, everyone can tell. You two didn't just start over, you accepted your past, accepted your flaws, and changed them. Because when you really want to be with someone, a bad habit can be gone twice as fast.

A/N: if you made it this far and you enjoyed please like comment and repost🙏🏾🙏🏾. love you guys

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

“Seriously. You want me to call your ex to ask him to join in on a suicide mission?”

Athena sounds inquisitorial, as if this were an interrogation; she’s cocked her head and looks at Buck from narrowed eyes. He understands that, he knows why she’s striking that tone. That’s her husband in this building, her friends, too – if she doesn't keep her cool now, if she doesn't at least appear competent on the surface, her house of cards will collapse. Buck’s is already in ruins.

“I-it’s not suicide,” he insists. 

“No? What would you call it, your plan, which obviously consists of bypassing the military?” 

“Well, if you put it that way…” Buck takes a deep breath; it doesn’t help at all, his arms swing out in a wild gesture. “But it's the only option, isn't it? The military just wants to leave them to die in there.”

“Buck,” Athena says softly. 

He doesn't know where she finds the kindness to do so. He wants her to be angry, too. He wants her to refuse to accept that Bobby and the others are stuck in that lab, and even more so that Howie is dying an unnecessarily cruel death. Not if they can help it.  

“No,” he shakes his head. “Look, that M-moira is crazy. I have no idea what she is up to, maybe it's not just frustration with her research director, maybe she's selling the antidote on the black market for pharmaceuticals.”

“You’ve read too many horror stories,” Athena says, but Buck hears the tone in her voice. 

“S-so it's true. It happens, right?”

“Of course,” she scoffs. “But that’s out of our league, Buck.”

“Out of our... ‚Thena!”

Buck laughs. It's not a particularly humorous sound, but one that causes a flicker of concern in Athena's eyes. It’s what Buck feels, too – sometimes, when you feel like crying, laughter is the only thing that can stop the desperation.

“You survived a sinking ship and a plane crash,” he says.

“This is different.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the first time you've bent the rules. And if you have to, you'll break them. Do you know that Ravi did that today? He risked everything for people he always claims are just annoying colleagues. They're not to us, Athena.” 

“Not to us,” she repeats slowly, almost sighing. A jolt runs through her body. “Still. Buck. Do you know what you’re proposing?”

“I’m only proposing you do your job, because catching criminals, that’s what you do. Moira…”

“She's definitely a criminal,” Athena adds grimly. “I'm not saying we don’t need to find her, regardless of the mess we're in. But you want us to actively defy the military with the antidote in our hands – should we even get it.”

“Tommy can get us in,” Buck insists. “If we come in through the roof, it'll take them a while to notice.”

“They'll never let us in, that's for sure.”

“Exactly. They want to let Chimney die so the virus dies. They can't do that,” he says, though it’s an impossible thing to even think about. 

“No, they can't,” Athena replies in a tone suggesting she’s thinking of Bobby now. “But do you really think Tommy will help us?”

It's a good question, maybe even an obvious one, considering how their last encounter ended. But Buck doesn't want Tommy to help him for his sake; he’s got no right to demand that kind of commitment. There is so much more at stake, and he believes, no, he knows that Tommy will understand. 

“It's not his problem, that's true,” says Buck. “But I know one thing. Even if I messed up, and even if the others haven't been exactly fair to him since we split up... he'll do it because he can't help himself, Athena. He's one of those guys who are too damn good for this world. He’s kind and compassionate.”

Athena looks at him for what seems like an eternity, even if it’s just half a minute or so. 

“Have you ever told him that, Buck?” she asks quietly, and he swallows.

He hasn’t, of course, he didn’t tell him this and so many other things.

“Well,” Athena says at last, wiping her hands on her trousers as if that would wipe away all the tension. Buck wishes it were possible, but there's no magic wand to solve their situation. “Maybe you're right. But, Buck...”

He watches her intently, there’s a small spark of hope in his heart again. Athena rummages through her pockets and finally pulls out her cell phone.

“I can't call him. I can't possibly ask the man for such a favor again, even if I were convinced, like you, that he would help us.” 

She holds out the phone to him, a small smile on her serious face. 

“But you know what?” she adds. “Seems like you’re the right person to call Tommy Kinard.”

[Hey fellow BuckTommies! I've got no time for more, but I'd like to throw this out in the wild for anyone who wants it. Make something out of it, if you like!]