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[namchyoon]

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[nnight-dances]

ADORABLY, YOURS.

pairings: yoon jeonghan x fem!reader, feat. choi seungcheol tropes: love triangle, friends to lovers (jeonghan x you), strangers to friends to fwb to friends (seungcheol x you), kinda slowburn, one-sided love (or is it?), pining, slight age gap (2-3 years) etc. genres: fluff, angst, jealousy, sexual content (no explicit smut content but references to it) with vulgar language, cafe!au, non-idol!au, college!au. word count: 12k (I am sorry about this.) what to expect:  You’ve liked Jeonghan since you met him through your best friend, Wonwoo. But little by little every day you’re convinced he knows you like him and his non-action can only mean your feelings are not mutual. Then, you run into Seungcheol, a childhood best friend of Jeonghan’s, who instantly develops a soft spot for you. The resulting love triangle that wreaks havoc on your emotions might as well end being the answer to your problems. Bittersweet like coffee but decisive as a caffeine rush, this is the story of how you beat all odds to be with Yoon Jeonghan.  warnings slash author’s note: I warn you beforehand: the logistics of this love triangle are a bit morally ambiguous, i.e. I can’t tell if I used Seungcheol purely as a plot-point or not. I probably did. But in my defense, I think all love triangles are inherently a little bit evil and cruel. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this admittedly self-indulgent mammoth of a fic. I had a headache the whole three days I was writing it. I love Jeonghan and I promise there will be a make-up fic for Seungcheol, because I’m biased but not corrupt. As always, this isn't proofread but I will get to that in the next few days! All right, that’s all. Love you, friends and foes!

It’s one of those days. You can’t help yawn after yawn and no amount of caffeine is washing the throbbing in your head away. To make things worse, you’ve managed to sleep with a spine posture worse than even your worst days which means your back hurts from standing at the register all day. But the day is far from over as a glance at the clock informs you; your cafe shift has a good three hours remaining. 

And whenever you’re hoping to take a break on the uncomfortable chair propped in a corner near the register, the door to the cafe will jingle with the presence of a new customer. At least your co-worker for the day, Joshua, is also a friend so you can talk his ear off about the various ways in which you might escape the prison of existence.

Just as you’re going into detail about how you wouldn’t mind dissipating into air, the glass door swings open and in comes a tall man clad in a suit, the heels of his dress shoes clanking against the floor of the coffee shop. You reign in the surprised look that threatens to overtake your face – because goddamn, the man is gorgeous – as you greet him, “Good morning! Welcome to Moon Coffee!” 

“Good afternoon to you, too,” the man corrects you with a dimpled smile. You wince at your mistake and nod, “Right, sorry about that. What can I get started for you?” You force a smile that you hope is friendly enough onto your face, gesturing to the large menu boards above you, “Please, take your time.” 

As the man busies his eyes with the plentiful options displayed on the boards, you busy yourself with questioning what a fancy ass man like him was doing at the campus coffee shop. His hair was long, brown ends curling around his neck and as he ran a hand through it, deep in thought, you could essentially smell how rich he was. 

“The hazelnut mocha sounds like it’s good but also really sweet,” he comments, looking at you for a second opinion. 

“Right, it’s one of our best-sellers! And it is on the sweeter side because of the chocolate in it, but you could balance it out with a double-shot?” you suggest and then, “Otherwise, our classic mochas are not as sweet.” 

The man nods with a slight smile, “Hmm, I like the sound of the first option. I’ll have that, please.” 

“Is that an iced hazelnut mocha with a double-shot for you?” you ask with a smile. When he nods, you punch in his order, “Can I get a name for the drink?”

“Seungcheol.”

“All right, thank you very much. That’ll take just a few minutes. You’re welcome to take a seat and wait.” He nods as he walks to one of the tables next to the window.

Joshua’s already getting to work with Seungcheol’s drink and you take a moment to rest your back against the counter, throwing a glance or two at the new (and gorgeous) face in town. But thankfully for this rich stranger, today is the day you don’t have the energy to go down a rabbit hole trying to find an explanation for his presence. Instead you wave him a good day as he leaves with a satisfied smile on his face and an iced mocha in his hand. 

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all. 

A week later has you eating your words. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Thursday afternoons are the busiest times of your shift at Moon Coffee. Most students were either rushing to down caffeine to finish some daunting assignment due at the end of the week or otherwise, others would be early in celebrating the fast-approaching weekend. The first kind you can deal with: they’re easy to relate to and they don’t really care if your customer service is the bare minimum from how tired you are. 

But the second kind? You wish you could be granted with some kind of powers that would take away any more weekends from the rest of their lives. If the way they strolled in grinning and took their time with the menu didn’t have you fuming, their inane but obnoxious questions about your life would have you at the edge of your temper every week. You were only thankful you didn’t have to work the Friday crowds or you’d actually be declared a public threat. 

But today, unfortunately for you, Jeonghan’s decided to make a visit to the cafe and if the fact that he’s not even a student anymore wasn’t enough, he was celebrating his birthday week. Which meant he was even worse than in exhibiting his usual infuriating customer behavior. But annoying customer or not, Jeonghan was also the guy you’ve harbored feelings for since two years ago now. 

So when he strolls up to the counter with Seungcheol, the polite rich man from last week, by his side, you have more than one reason to stare at them dumbfounded. 

“Oh, hey, it’s you!” Seungcheol starts, eyes trailing to the name on your tag, “Y/N!”

Jeonghan shoots you a confused look and then elbows Seunghceol, “Don’t even pretend that you know her. I totally caught you looking at her name tag. Have a little shame, Cheol.”

You clear your throat, “Um, good afternoon and welcome to Moon Coffee! What can I get started for you?” You punctuate the question with a smile that you hope screams please order fast and get out of here! 

But Jeonghan evidently has long missed the memo when he pokes Seungcheol again, “You know sometimes I come here just so I can see Y/N smiling. She never smiles off the clock. It’s truly devastating.” 

Seungcheol looks amused, “Is that so? I mean, fair enough. With a smile like that, you ought to be paid to show it.”

You cough into your palm, caught off-guard but quick to conceal the shy grin that’s crept up your face. You pray that the heat in your neck doesn’t climb up to show on your face. “Will you be ordering the same as last week? Iced hazelnut mocha with a double-shot?”

Seungcheol’s face lights up a little at your recognition but Jeonghan’s quickly butting in with an affronted expression, “Oh, so you recognize this man who’s been here once, but not your close friend of a long long time? Do you even know how much money I’ve spent on the seasonal lattes here?”

You sport a sly smile, “Right, thank you for enjoying our seasonal menu of beverages. We hope you continue to love the upcoming drinks. Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions here!” You hand him a brand-new index card and gesture at a drop-box next to your monitor.

Seungcheol cackles at the defeated look on Jeonghan’s face and grins as he says, “You know what, I think I’ll get the same mocha again, Y/N. It did wonders for my mood.” You find yourself grinning almost immediately, tapping in his order with a hum. 

“And for you?” 

“...”

You know Jeonghan’s scheming something but you can’t afford to let him play out whatever sick mind games he’s planned out at your workplace so you’re quick to appease him, “If I might, I suggest you go for the salted caramel brownie latte. It’s perfect for this weather and it tastes suspiciously like birthday cake.” 

Jeonghan can’t help a smile at your words, rolling his eyes a little, “Fine. That does sound tempting. I’ll have one of those, but only if I get a personalized note from you wishing me a very very happy birthday.” 

You contain a scoff, “Of course.” You nod, “Thankfully for the line behind you, I already have your names down. Please step aside while we prepare your drinks. Thank you.” 

– 

“She’s hilarious,” chuckles Seungcheol, bumping shoulders with Jeonghan as they settle into his car. “Didn’t think I would witness Yoon Jeonghan’s downfall in a random college cafe.”

Jeonghan scoffs, “I think you’re too happy about this. Plus, my downfall started a long time ago when I stopped cheating in board games.” He takes a sip of his latte, “Fuck, this does taste like cake. What the fuck?”

Despite his words, Jeonghan smiles when he sees the note you promised him:

jeonghan – happy birthday week, u weird old man! please invite me to ur birthday party so i can give u the best gift of ur life and maybe also stick ur head in cake :) lots of love, y/n. 

“She’s in her senior year, you said?”

Jeonghan looks up with a nod, “Yeah, I met her through Wonwoo, back when we shared a class in college. And then when I graduated and settled here, I’d invite them to get-togethers because I know how miserable the nightlife on this campus is.” 

“Wow, look at you, such an admirable role model,” Seungcheol jokes, “And Wonwoo? Was he the glasses guy who you FaceTimed this morning? He seemed… cool, I guess.”

Jeonghan shrugs with a shoulder, “He’s a piece of work, alright. But that explains why he and Y/N are inseparable. Anyway, you’ll meet the rest of the crew later tonight. Thursday night is board game night.” 

‘Board Game Night’ was a very, very loose term for the weekly gathering at Jeonghan’s place – it was a mix of Jeonghan’s friends, namely Dokyeom and Woozi, from work doing karaoke, his tired college friends (aka your friend group) lounging around on their phones, and maybe a group of two to three actually playing board games. 

Tonight is slightly different, though, because the alcohol that Jeonghan otherwise wisely guards most weeks has made its presence known to everyone, the fancy bar table propped in a corner of his living room finally finding meaning. 

You make it to his place, around thirty minutes past the usual starting time, exhausted from another soul-sucking shift at your job. You’d planned to sit on Jeonghan’s couch and binge-watch some mindless TV show but you’re thrown off when a reddened Seungcheol answers the door. 

“Y/N! You’re late,” he exclaims. His speech is normal, thankfully but as you step in to take in the rest of the people, you look back at Seungcheol, eyes doubtful. 

“I did not know my night was going to involve babysitting a bunch of drunk old men,” you mutter, not quite meaning for Seungcheol to catch your words. But he does and chuckles, hand at your elbow as he steers you to the bar. 

“C’mon, you don’t have to babysit anyone. I’ve got it under control. Now, let me pour you a drink. What can I get for you?” 

You watch the tall man with a skeptical smile, a little flustered because he’s standing close enough that you can feel him hard bicep against you and a little bit amused because well, this was new. It’d been a while since you’d been flustered around a man other than Yoon Jeonghan. 

“Oh, so you’re making me a drink now?” you ask, “How did you even convince Jeonghan to let out the alcohol? You must have some special powers over him for this to happen.” 

Before Seungcheol can supply a reason, Jeonghan appears behind the bar counter, smirking, “Ha! You think I’d let this coward dictate my actions? Nope, this was completely my decision. I couldn’t let the week of my birthday be dry! That’d be such a shame.” 

“You’re funny, Han,” you mumble, turning to him with a quirked brow, “How many drinks are you down?” 

He waves your concern away, “Shut up. I’m older than you, I don’t need you fussing after me. Now, get yourself a drink before I get mad.”

You raise your hands in surrender, “Sure, wouldn’t want the birthday boy to be made at me.”

“So what will it be? Do you want a beer? Or maybe a good old rum and coke?” Seungcheol offers, eyes already searching for the ingredients. 

You narrow your eyes at him, “I think I’ll have a Scotch and Soda, please.” 

A few hours later finds you sprawled on Jeonghan’s couch, nevermind the alcohol in your system and the ruckus your friends were creating. You had engaged with their antics for an hour: playing stupid drinking games (only to get drunker by the minute because you suck at games) and retiring early. 

Jun starts to complain when you announce that you’re giving up, mainly because he’d be the next target of the crowd, but Jeonghan firmly leads you to the couch. 

“You okay?” he asks you, warm fingers steadying you by the neck. Your world spins as he becomes the focus, ironically enough. You nod as you welcome the soft couch underneath your unsteady body, “Hmm. I’m just bummed out that you didn’t help me out by cheating.” 

He laughs and the sound unsettles you with its vibrations. “I told you I don’t cheat anymore, silly. Also, I’m pretty sure you’d have lost even if I did pull out some master cheating moves.” You gasp, weakly pushing him away, “Whatever, man, I don’t need your attitude.” 

If Jeonghan’s started to genuinely get worried about you, it only gets worse when you cough into your elbow, groaning as you pull away. His hands find your neck again. You hate his touch because you lean into it so naturally, your eyes following him just like he wants. You hate the warm feeling you feel when he feels your forehead with a concerned frown. You hate how you’re practically burning at his touch because he’s a breath away and your fingers twitch in your lap from wanting to touch his hair. 

But soft like the strands that tickle your ear, Jeonghan whispers, “God, you’re burning up. Maybe you did drink too much. Fuck, let me bring you some water and then, let’s get you to sleep.”

You protest his lamely sensible plan of action but he isn’t listening as he departs, leaving you feeling cold. You wrap your arms around yourself to compensate, trying to keep an eye on Jeonghan when another tall figure encroaches your field of vision.

“Y/N?” Seungcheol calls out and for a moment, you’re unresponsive, eyes fixated on something beyond him but then you perk up in recognition, pouting as you beckon him to the couch. 

“You–!” you point at him with a squint, head working hard to recall his name, “Um, um, Cheol?” 

Seungcheol smiles at the nickname, taking a seat next to you, leaving some space but extending an arm behind you because of how you’re dangerously swinging. “Right, that is me. How are you feeling? Not too nauseous I hope?”

You shake your head, “”M fine. But tell that to Han because that weasel’s trying to make me sober up and sleep.” You breathe out a little angrily and then when the world swims around you, you lean your head against the back of the couch– that is currently occupied by Seuncheol’s arm. 

He jumps a little at the unexpected contact but steadies himself when he sees your closed eyes, your skin hot against his forearm. “Now, why would he do that? You literally just got drunk,” he tells you, trying to keep you engaged in the conversation, lest you should pass out. 

“Right?” you exclaim, opening your eyes, head still against his arm, “It’s like he’s never had fun in his life. For how much he likes to tease people, he sure is a killjoy.” 

“Ha, I’m surprised you know him so well, honestly. People usually just take him at face value and think he’s a devilish troublemaker. But god knows how mature Jeonghan is. It makes me mad sometimes.”

You giggle and Seungcheol’s stomach swims at how he can feel the sweet sound in his veins, like literally. “You get me, dude. How long have you known him?”

“Um, like, nearly ten years now? I don’t know, I kinda lost count at some point.” 

“Wow, that’s a long time. I’ve known him for like two years?” you hum. “Yeah, he told me.” 

You quirk a brow at that, lifting your head up in amusement. “You two been talking about me? What did he say? That I’m Wonwoo’s evil twin?” 

“Hmm, yeah, something along the lines of that.” 

Jeonghan’s back by your side, suddenly, his strong grip straightening you up and holding up a glass of water. His expression is stoic as hell for a board game night and you don’t know if you feel scolded or cared for. It’s always hard to tell with him. 

You stare at him blankly, not drinking the water like he wants you to. Instead you turn to Seungcheol, “I don’t want to.” 

Your plea is unreasonable, you and Seungcheol both know, and he can practically feel Jeonghan’s glare when you ask Seungcheol, “Cheol, can you tell him I’m not dying? I don’t need to be babied.” 

“Yeah, you do,” Jeonghan says, touching the cold glass against your skin. You jump a little with a soft unfair! and Seungcheol sighs, “Hannie, let her be. I don’t think she wants to go to sleep yet.” 

“Thank you! At least someone has ears ‘round here!” 

Jeonghan shoots his best friend an unreadable look, still firm, “Well, she needs to drink water either way. Unless someone wants the worst hangover of their life the next morning.” This time, his unoccupied hand finds the back of your head, settling into the stray strands of your hair there. “Please, just drink this.”

You find yourself giving in, lips opening up to the glass and you swallow a few gulps of water, the cold liquid soothing your insides. Before you know it, the glass is empty. He holds it up in front of you, “See? That felt nice, didn’t it?”

There it is, again. The playful glint in his eye and the sly tone of his voice. You ignore the burning tips of your ears and give him a half-nod, throwing yourself against the couch again with a relieved sigh. “Thanks, old man! What would I do without you?” 

Jeonghan rolls his eyes as he stands up, “Ever so grateful, Y/N.”

“Y’know, Cheol and I were in the middle of a very mind-opening discussion about you.”

“Me?” his interest is piqued and he glances at Seungcheol, who he jostles lightly, “What’ve you been, shit-talking me?” 

Seungcheol laughs as he throws the man off, “Wouldn’t you like to know? Anyway, if you want to go back to your game, I have a lot of anecdotes to share with Y/N. It’s our bonding time.”

And bond, you do. You spend the rest of the night talking to Seungcheol on Jeonghan’s couch, the owner of the place long forgotten as you go on to talk about everything else: college experiences, Seungcheol’s job (“So how rich are you exactly?” you grill him), and life interests. 

“I can’t believe you like college so much! I hated it a lot back in my time.” 

You snort, “You sound really old for someone who graduated two years ago. But I mean, each to their own. I prefer the comfort of the bubble here, you know. No real responsibility most of the time and you’re allowed to make some mistakes now and then. The real world? That’s like hell. I don’t think I’m ever going to feel like an adequate adult ever. Like, tax fraud is real, you know? And I never know which law I’m going to break? Don’t even get me started about the living situation.” 

Seungcheol laughs throughout your troubled rant, “No, I get it. But don’t you feel excited about the independence you get to have? The freedom? And plus, if you get lucky with your job, working is actually very fulfilling.”

“Ugh,” you throw your head against the back of the couch again, “I don’t think I’ll ever feel fulfilled. Like ever. I feel too immature to be anything but a college student.”

He frowns on hearing that, confused because he’d never imagined of spending a whole night talking his heart out to a college student. But it happened because it was you, with your quick-witted responses and thoughtful questions. So, he’s fast to counter, “That’s not true–”

But his defense is cut short when Wonwoo approaches you, tapping at your shoulder with a smile. “Hey, you wanna head back?” You look up and are shocked to find the living room nearly emptied of its earlier occupants. When did everyone leave? “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your room. It’s getting late,” Wonwoo continues. 

“Oh, damn, I didn’t even realize,” Seungcheol mutters, looking down at the watch on his wrist. “You guys sure you want to head back this late? You could just crash here. I would offer to drive but I drank.” 

Wonwoo’s eyes trail to you, leaving the decision up to you. You mull it over, “I don’t know if Han’s gonna want a bunch of wasted kids at his place?” 

As if you’d summoned him, Jeonghan appears beside Seungcheol with a yawn, “What’s this about me? Why’re you guys still up? Come on, let me show you to the empty rooms and please go to sleep before I have to use force.” 

Wonwoo laughs, “He didn’t even leave us a choice,” and you watch as Jeonghan turns around, expecting you to follow him. 

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you turn to your best friend, “Please tell me you don’t still try to suffocate other people in their sleep?” 

The boy contains a grin, “I don’t know. It depends on how annoying the person I’m with is.”

“You’re sleeping on the floor, asshole.” 

– 

Seungcheol has a problem. 

He likes to think of himself as a reasonable adult, with the ability to make logical choices and admitting to his flaws here and there. But had he been reasonable enough, he wouldn’t be this hung up over someone he met  twice over the course of two weeks. It’s ridiculous: the way his heartbeat’s racing when you tread down to breakfast the morning after the board game night turned bonding time. 

He’s smiling his way through an excited “good morning!” before he can collect himself. You look tired, albeit a little bit lesser than usual, and your hair’s down in something of a mess. Seungcheol vaguely recognizes the faded gray tee you’re wearing, probably a donation of Jeonghan’s. “Morning,” you mumble to the breakfast table, everyone present now that you’re here.

Wonwoo snickers, “You look like shit, dude.” You glare at him as you’re reaching out for a fork, “Thanks, Wonwoo, I see that you’re as sweet as ever.” 

Jeonghan lightly slaps Wonwoo’s arm, “Be nice to her. Who knows what a hungover Y/N might do?”

You turn to Jeonghan, finally eating the piece of watermelon that you’d been reaching for, “I’m flattered you’re concerned but I’ll have you know I’m not hungover.” 

“That’s impressive,” Seungcheol chimes in and you smile at him, “See, I can’t believe this man I met last week understands me better than my best friend and my other friend.” 

“Your other friend? That’s what I am to you???” Jeonghan gasps, hand clutching his chest dramatically and Seungcheol laughs louder than he ought to, but he can barely help it, he’s all giddy. All it took was a half-compliment from you. 

So yeah, easy to say, Seungcheol has a problem and it has something to do with the way you lean into him when you ask him to pass a slice of toast. 

Luckily for Seungcheol, you also have a problem, and it occurs when you declare you need to head back, hoping that they’d let you go alone but Jeonghan’s standing up instantly with a nod. You have a problem with the way he’s unbothered with his behavior, easily saying, “I’ll walk you,” as if your best friend of years wasn’t sitting right there. 

You look to Wonwoo, hoping he’d feel the heat of your expression but he simply stretches his limbs out with a groan, “Think I’ll go take a nap before I leave.”

“Don’t you have a class at 12?” you nudge him subtly, trying to ignore Jeonghan as he stands at the table, fingers tapping at the chair that he’s behind. 

“Eh, I’m ahead of the syllabus in the class and attendance is a joke.”

You sigh in defeat and meet Jeonghan’s eyes as he lifts his lips into a smile. 

And the smile only leaves his lips once you’ve stepped out, clad in your clothes from last night again, groaning when the morning sunlight hits your eyes. “Ugh is right,” he mumbles beside you as he starts walking. 

You catch up to him, hands stuffed down your pockets, and he asks, “You have class?”

“Not really. But I do have an upcoming paper I want to finish over the weekend so I don’t perish next week.”

Jeonghan chuckles as he glances at you, “Wow, you’re still this hard-working, huh? I thought your lifestyle would’ve worn you out by now.”

“You’re one to talk about detrimental lifestyles, Han,” you scoff, “Just because you hang out with us once a week doesn’t mean we don’t know you’re overworking yourself for the rest of it.”

He’s silent for a beat and then he exhales, “Huh. I don’t know. Feels like I have the other kids fooled. It’s always you, with your smart little head and truth bombs.”

You laugh, hitting his side with your shoulder, “I’m serious, Han. Take it slow, won’t you? You’re going to end up burning yourself out to death by the time you’re 30. And then whos’ going to host board game nights?”

Jeonghan laughs and he turns to look at you, walking pace slowing down as he trains his eyes on you. You raise your brows in confusion, a slight smile playing on your lips as you try to guess what he’s thinking this time. 

“You and Cheol have been getting along really well, huh?” 

You’re thrown off guard, not having imagined this to be his next words. You shrug. “Yeah, he’s really easy to talk to, especially given his… I don’t know, social status?”

“Social status?” 

You cough in embarrassment over your words. What were you saying? “Don’t know. It’s just nice to meet someone whose hopes and dreams aren’t being crushed by student debt.”

Jeonghan’s silent again and now it’s your turn to frown because you’re wondering if you said the wrong thing. God, does he think you’re creepy for liking his childhood friend? Fucking hell. 

“I’m glad,” he says but you can sense a strain in his voice, “I was worried he’d get bored to death when he came to visit me.” 

“Ah, well. How long is he around?”

“He took a month off, I think? But he’s got it easy with his flexible hours, so really, it’s up to him when to leave.”

You nod a little, “Cool.” You exhale in relief, a little bit reassured now that Jeonghan was back to talking like his usual self. You’ve finally reached the steps to your dorm by the time the conversation fades away and he waves at you, “Better be on time tomorrow for my party. And don’t forget to bring the best gift of my life.”

You groan when he quotes your note on his coffee from a day ago, shrugging as you turn around to run up to your room and melt into your pillow. But you’ve made it to two steps up when he calls out for you again. You swerve around to face him with a questioning glance.

“Y/N, remember you can come to this old man if you ever need anything, okay? I’m here for you, always.” 

??????????

– 

Okay, let’s rewind a little. 

You’ve known Jeonghan for two years now, enough time to fall for him. You argue it was inevitable because all your life, you’d only been disappointed in your love interests, who would either ghost you in the talking stage itself or break up a few months into the relationship. One time it was because you were too busy with your studies and the third and final time because well, you were apparently too aloof. Not loving enough.

Which is why when Jeonghan came into the picture, you found yourself changing ever so slightly. Not to say you weren’t still a little bit wary of people and took your time opening up, but you met a lot of friends through him and he taught you that trust and attention goes a long way in relationships. If only you could apply this newfound knowledge to new relationships. 

You’d tried: Wonwoo had set you up with a friend from class, Mingyu, and while you’d been able to sit through the first date, by the end of the night, it was clear that both of you were more interested in sex. Which was fine. But then there was the guy who was a regular at your cafe who had given you his number and you’d ended up wondering why you were with him in the bathroom, staring at a text from Jeonghan. 

So you were down pretty bad for him. And as Wonwoo had voiced multiple times before, the next move to make was to actually tell the man that you’d been suffering in your feelings for him. But every time the topic came around, you had only one answer prepared: he already knows. Or so you’re convinced. 

You had good reason to think so. Once, the group of you had been playing an online game that involved picking red flags for other people’s ideal types and when it was time for others to pick some for you, all hell had broken loose. “I bet she likes bad guys who are emotionally unavailable,” Jun had said, quick to drag the flag that said emotional constipation on it. You had defended yourself quickly, “UH? No thanks, men with no emotional intelligence are a hard pass for me. I don’t want to feed into some idiot’s Oedipus complex just because I’m the mom friend.” 

“The mom friend?” Wonwoo had questioned, “Please, Y/N, if anything, you’re the dead friend with a severe case of RBF. Jeonghan’s the mom friend.” 

Jeonghan’s shrug had been followed by a hysterical Joshua going, “Wouldn’t that mean Y/N’s ideal type is Jeonghan? I mean, it makes a lot of sense, he’s mature and emotionally intelligent.”

You’d choked over your next words, cheeks burning, “No, that’s stupid. Don’t be weird.” 

Yeah, very weak defense. 

When Wonwoo brought up the fact that you’d refuted Joshua’s claims and that probably led Jeonghan to believe you weren’t into him, you simply told him to remind himself of what happened next. Dokyeom had laughed, “But you definitely go for older men? I can’t imagine any guy in college being too smart like that.”

You’d agreed in the end, his logic being pretty solid. You had also noticed the way Jeonghan excused himself to the kitchen with a lame excuse about bringing more snacks when there was an array of unopened chips still lying around. 

“Okay, so that’s one example, from like two months ago,” Wonwoo argues as you roll around in bed to avoid his glare, “Do you really think he remembers that incident so well?”

“Two months ago was not that long ago. And it wasn’t just this once. I’m a mess around Jeonghan.” 

“You’re a mess period,” Wonwoo casually declares and when you sit up with an unhinged jaw, he laughs, “No offense.”

“Whatever. I hate you. And I hate Jeonghan. I should just skip his birthday party or I’m just gonna make things worse for myself.”

“Right. And what about the Lego set you spent half your life savings on?”

You pause, heart skipping a beat when you remember the gift sitting on your desk, wrapped securely and the purchase of which you could only justify with the words: Yoon Jeonghan. 

“God, I must be insane. Why did I even buy that for him? He’s gonna think I’m genuinely weird. Does he even want gifts? He’s turning 25 for god’s sake.”

Wonwoo doesn’t respond so you can hear yourself and eventually, you do. Jeonghan himself had told you to be on time to his party with the gift alongside. You’re going to cry. 

“You really think I should tell him?” you ask quietly.

Your best friend nods eagerly, patting your arm through the mess of your bedsheets, “Please. It’s high time. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Weird promise to make, but fine. I’ll do it.” 

–

The weight of your promise settles into your veins when you’ve arrived at Jeonghan’s place, self-consciously straightening out non-existent wrinkles in your dress when he comes over to greet you and Wonwoo. It doesn’t leave when he grins at you, wider than usual, and it definitely only gets worse when he accepts your gift with a low whisper that he’ll be sure to open yours first. 

You’re thankful for Seungcheol when he shows up next to you, dimples out as he compliments you in your dress and you return it with a shy smile. Half because you need a distraction and more because Seungcheol’s presence is calming, you follow him to the bar. 

“How’s your night going so far?”

“It could be better,” you mumble, eyes searching for Jeonghan and settling when he doesn’t seem to be anywhere close, “A little bit nervous.”

“Nervous?” he asks you, sliding you a drink and you smile as you take a sip: Scotch and Soda. 

“Hmm, it’s nothing honestly. A lot of work piling up as we speak,” you joke. Seungcheol’s frown melts away, “Ah, of course. Senior year must be crazy.”

The night picks it pace up thereon, with your nerves finding some peace in the buzz from alcohol and your cheeks only hurting the longer you talk to Seungcheol.There’s some dancing of course, here and there, but you find yourself avoiding Jeonghan actively, retracting from the floor whenever he’s close. 

It helps that Seungcheol stays close so that you have an excuse to appear occupied and somewhere along in the night, you tell the man with a smile, “You’re really charming, you know, Cheol?”

He breaks out into that giggle of his, “You think so? I haven’t even pulled out all the stops yet?”

“Really?” you find yourself stepping closer, encouraged by how quickly his hands are at your waist, “What haven’t you done yet?” 

A breathy hum leaves his lips at your provoking and you’re close enough to brush lips against Seungcheol when suddenly, you’re being pulled away. For a moment, you let out an annoyed groan, certain that the iron hold on your bicep is Wonwoo being stubborn again. So when you tilt your head and catch sight of Jeonghan’s black hair falling into his eyes, a glare in place, all words leave your system. 

You’re aware he’s dragging you away and also that Seungcheol’s following, reaching for your hand with words leaving his mouth, but you can’t make anything out. The blood’s in your ears and your heart is in your throat. You can feel Jeonghan saying something at Seungcheol, who glances at you in doubt, and leaves. 

By the time you've calmed down, you find yourself in Jeonghan’s room, door half closed. 

“Jeonghan?” you question a little weakly as he finally lets go of your arm and sits on the bed, his head in his hands. Is he okay? you wonder, standing helplessly near the door. You call out his name again, “Han? Are you okay?”

You step closer to him but stop when he looks up, startled by the lack of humor in his expression. “What were you doing back there?” 

“Um, talking to Cheol.” 

“Talking?” 

“Are you annoyed at me, right now? Or jealous? I can’t tell.” 

Jeonghan goes silent again, gaze dropping to his feet. You’re feeling annoyed by the minute. 

“You’re acting like an idiot, Y/N. You don’t know Seungcheol. And you’re drunk.”

There it was: that strict tone of his, that always left you feeling conflicted and hurt. Today you actually tell him about it, “I’m not a kid, Jeonghan, I know what I’m doing.” 

He looks up at you when you say that, eyes wide. “I never said that. I’m just saying that you should be more careful.”

“I am being careful,” you retort, a hostile edge to your voice, “I don’t know why you do this.”

“I thought you liked me.”

The words stun you into silence and your ears ring as you freeze. Your eyes don’t leave Jeonghan’s form though, watching him, waiting for him to disappear into nothingness as if this was just a dream. How you wish it was. 

But Jeonghan’s on his feet when he notices the horrified look on his face and it’s only when he starts to come closer that you reach for the door. 

“No, Y/N, please let’s talk about it–” he grabs hold of you and you feel your vision go blurry with tears, your back hitting the wall when Jeonghan shuts the door behind you. 

“I knew it,” you mumble out through tears, “You knew about my feelings?” 

Jeonghan’s eyes find yours in the dim lighting of his bedroom and you shiver when his hand tightens around your wrist, “I’ve known for a while. But then you went around flirting with Cheol like it was nobody’s business and I…” he trails off, “I was jealous. And confused.”

You force yourself to breathe out, heart going wild in your chest because of course, Jeonghan’s not addressing the elephant in the room. “Well, I was going to confess to you today and get it out of the way. But there’s no need anymore, I guess?” You cringe at the way you can hear the quiver in your own voice, “Just let me go now?”

“Why?” he asks, “You haven’t even asked me if I like you back?”

You scoff, “God, Jeonghan, you make it sound like we’re in high school or something, all this ‘liking’ talk.” You try to sound stable, only to be contradicted by the tears that leave your eyes, “And I figured you didn’t return my feelings. Or you would’ve done something about it.”

There’s a pause then. A shift. Jeonghan’s grip on you loosens ever so lightly and you fear you’ve understood him too well. For once, you wish you weren’t right. 

“You’re right,” Jeonghan breathes out as if on cue, but his grip is still unyielding to your dismay, “Well, I thought I didn’t like you. I mean, you’re really pretty and funny and being around doesn’t tire me out like it does with others, but… I just liked you as a friend.”

Your heart’s shriveling up at his words with uncertainty because he might be talking about your love for him being one-sided but it is also in the past tense… right? 

“What are you trying to say, Jeonghan?”

He flinches, “Um, I’m sorry. I just– I’m so confused about my feelings, right now. God, I thought I was more mature than this.” 

You can’t help the disdainful laugh that leaves your lips as you push him away, brushing your tears away with the back of your hand. “Look, Jeonghan, I’m sorry I don’t have the time to sit down and help you untangle your feelings… about me. It really hurts to hear you go on about this, honestly. I think I’m just going to leave. Happy birthday, I hope you like your gift.”

–

The night outside is much more welcoming to you now, your shoulders more relaxed than ever now that your stupid crush on Jeonghan’s out in the open for him. You hadn’t expected it to go down like this but well, at least you were right about him already knowing, you know? 

Lighter than before, the drinks you’d chugged before to gather courage catch up to you in the moment when you nearly run into a pole on the street. You would have run into it if Seungcheol hadn’t swerved you out the way with a, “Look out!”

“Fuck,” you mumble when you’re steady on your feet, Seungcheol’s hand firm around yours, “Sorry. I was in my head.”

“I know you were but you gotta watch where you’re going, kid,” he scolds, “I don’t want to have to carry your unconscious body to your room.”

You roll your eyes, “What is it with everyone and calling me a kid tonight? So much for keeping up a track record for being reliable and responsible.”

“It’s not that you’re not those things, Y/N,” Seungcheol says, hand still on yours reassuringly, “It’s just that sometimes you’re… dense. And maybe even something of an idiot.”

“Ah! Excuse me!” you protest, “I am not an idiot. Say that to my grades.”

“An idiot as in someone who doesn’t see what’s right in front of them.”

That shuts you for good, then, and you stop walking with a sigh. “I don’t even know about that, anymore.”

Seungcheol watches as you slow down, tears behind your eyes and his heart hurts for you, thanks to his problem. When he’d found you storming out of Jeonghan’s room with fists wiping your tears away, he’d wrapped an arm around you immediately, listening as you quietly told him you needed to leave. He’d offered to walk you home and you’d watched him for a moment before nodding. 

“Why are you doing this, Cheol? Shouldn’t you be back there, comforting Jeonghan?”

“See, there it is. The idiot side of you.”

You go silent again, looking down at the hand that was clutched in his a few moments ago. 

“...you like me?”

“Bingo. Plus, I don’t think Jeonghan wants to hear from me tonight. Not after I almost kissed you in front of him.”

You let out a surprised sound, hand flying to your mouth when you recall the near-kiss, ears turning impossibly pink under the streetlights. “Fuck, I forgot that happened. I’m sorry? Or you’re welcome?”

“Nah, I can’t thank you till we actually seal the deal,” Seungcheol teases, stepping closer to you and dramatically ducking his head as if going in for a kiss. You push his shoulder away, “Fuck you, Seungcheol.” 

“I mean, sure, if you want to!”

“Ugh!” you start walking with a pout on your face, “I hate the guts of the men in this place!”

“That’s not what your face said thirty minutes ago at the bar!”

“Go away, Cheol, or I’m reporting you to the campus authorities.”

“Aww, you called me Cheol even when we’re fighting. Aren’t you the sweetest?”

– 

When Monday rolls around, you think you’ve got a good hold on your head this time, especially after a few grueling hours at your shift at the cafe. That is until you spot Jeonghan walking in, hair tied back in a half-ponytail and hands crossed across his white cardigan. The sight of him sends you into a frenzy and you debate your options as being between: ducking behind the counter and switching positions with Joshua, or otherwise, manning up and facing the aftermath of your actions. 

You glance at Joshua’s back, his hands busy cleaning the espresso equipment and before you have a minute to ask him to switch, Jeonghan’s at the counter (where’s a line of customers when you need it?), calling you out. “Hey, Y/N, do you think we could talk for a minute?”

You look at him blankly, not expecting him to take the direct route after everything. But you malfunction a little and cut his advances off, “Welcome to Moon Coffee! What can I get started for you?” you ask loudly and then add in a softer voice, “Conversation with me is not on the menu.” 

“Hm?” Jeonghan looks devastated at your cold response but his eyes search the menu board frantically anyway, “Uh, I guess I could get just an iced americano, then, please?” 

You note that down with a half-smile, and almost go on to ask for a name for the order but decide against it, not wanting to stretch your pettiness limit for the day. “Alright, thank you for your order! Please feel free to take a seat while you wait.” 

You relax when he nods with a hesitant smile and takes a seat, close to the window but close enough to the counter to hear his name being called out. You feel the pit in your stomach burn a little at how deflated his shoulders are and you wonder if you ought to drop the act; you’d been into the man for two years now. Right?

But before you can pursue this heart-wrenching line of thought, you’re distracted by the sound of the door opening and– great, it’s Seungcheol. By the surprised look he shoots Jeonghan’s sat figure, they hadn’t planned this… ambush, but you reign in your usual cordiality anyway as Seungcheol approaches you. 

“Hey there, morning. How’ve you been?” 

What did you have to do to have one customer who came in here for coffee?

“Good afternoon,” you correct him, pleased at the reversal of your first meeting with Seungcheol, who chuckles a little. “Welcome, what can we get you today?” 

He pauses, casting a glance to Jeonghan over his shoulder, whose attention is on this interaction, legs crossed and brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, didn’t know he was in here. I just wanted to check up on you.”

“What are you apologizing for?” The question slips before you can remember to be professional and also, a little bit quieter because almost certain that Jeonghan’s heard you by the way he averts his eyes. “Um, I mean, sorry. I can recommend you a drink for the day or do you want to get your usual?”

Seungcheol mulls it over, “Hm, I’m fine with anything you choose for me.”

You pause before punching in the order for a hazelnut mocha, without a double-shot this time. He can deal with the sweetness for a day, you reckon. You glance at Joshua who’s still cleaning up before getting started on the orders because well, it’s a slow day. Or it’s supposed to be.

As you thank Seungcheol for his order and he’s about to step aside to wait, you add in a quick, “And next time, if you want to check up on me, do it when I’m not working.” He does nothing to hide the grin of acknowledgment that takes over his face, a sight that only darkens the storm known as Yoon Jeonghan brewing in the cafe.

You walk over to Joshua, “Dude! Hurry up, we have customers waiting.”

He turns to you slowly, wiping his hands off ever so slowly, even the smile on his face slow. “Don’t worry, it’s just Jeonghan. We know these guys. We can take our time.”

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if Jeonghan put him up to this act, but don’t question it because even that would be admitting defeat. “Whatever. I’ll make the drinks if you’re going to be annoying. Where’s the syrup for the mocha again?”

Joshua slaps the hand that you’re using to reach for the syrup with a firm, “Uh-uh! Hands off, young lady. That hazelnut mocha is all mine to make. You can work on the iced americano if you really want to help out.”

You groan, throwing your hands up, “So you were slowing things down on purpose, you little bitch.”

“Hello? Please be mindful of the language you use around here. I can report you–”

“Yes, yes, of course, I will just shut up and make that americano so I don’t have to listen to your voice again.” 

A  few minutes later, you’re scribbling Jeonghan’s name onto the cup, proud with the quick work you’ve made of the drink and also thankful nobody was coming in right now. “Han–” you stop yourself just as the nickname slips your tongue, flinching when you remember you’re supposed to be acting stuck up right now.

You turn, hoping that Jeonghan hadn’t heard you but nevermind that because he’s at your side, quicker than he ought to be really (any other scenario, he would be declaring all kinds of knee problems), that sly grin plastered on his face. 

“Hi there,” he greets you, “Called for me, did you?”

“...I did. An iced americano for Jeonghan.” You try hard to make your sentences brief but Jeonghan’s chuckling as he takes the drink from you– using both his hands so that you’re brushing against his. Classic middle school boy behavior. 

If anything, this ordeal was making you question if the man was as mature as you’d believed. Either way, he thanks you with a smile and leaves promptly, leaving a very affronted Seungcheol in his wake. “Hey, I thought you said you were gonna wait for me!” he calls out after Jeonghan, who doesn’t respond as he slides out. 

“A hazelnut mocha for Seung…Cheol?”

You glare at Joshua who frowns at the name as that was the first he’d heard of it, and the guy just shrugs as he puts the drink down. “Sorry about that. Joshua’s feeling rebellious this afternoon,” you tell a frowny Seungcheol (you are a minute away from admitting how cute he is when he’s upset), “Anyway, here’s your drink, Seungcheol. Have a good day!”

“Cheol!” you call out when you spot the brown head of hair outside the cafe when your shift ends. He’d texted you a while after he’d walked off with his drink in hand, pouting because you insisted on calling him Seungcheol. 

meet me after your shift? his text reads. 

do u even know when my shift ends dude 

no and thats why im asking u. when does your shift end?

… u are insufferable. 

insufferable enough to fall 4 u i guess 

when are u going to stop holding your feelings for me over my head?

when you do something about them.

meet me at 6 outside the cafe. 

Yeah, so you wouldn’t say you’re being your wisest self right now. To begin with, you should probably seek out Jeonghan and find closure of some sort. But something tells you to wait on him, wait till he’s ready to seek you out (no, coming up to you during your work shift did not count). Instead, you choose to pursue the… spark that you have with Seungcheol, his feelings for you aside. The night after Jeonghan’s party he’d made it clear that he didn’t really want anything serious, just to get to know you more while you were still around.

A little fooling around never hurt anyone, right? 

So when Seungcheol whines out, “Oh, so I’m back to being Cheol now, huh?” you finally let out the laugh that you’d held back at work at his antics. 

“Nobody ever told me you were such a pouty baby,” you tell him, eyes shameless trained on his pink lips. 

“I don’t pout for anyone, baby,” Seungcheol shoots back, hand on your back as he leads you somewhere. You look at him in question. “What? We’re getting dinner.”

“I was not aware,” you reply, “But all right. Let’s do it.”

Dinner is comfortable. Which is more than you ask for on a date these days. 

“Your dates have really been that bad, huh?” Seungcheol asks you. You shake your head, fork scraping some tiramisu onto it, “You can’t even imagine it, Cheol, it’s hell out there. I’m lucky if the guy pays for the dinner so I don’t have to work an extra shift to make up for it.”

He laughs and you savor the sight, because hanging out with this often hadn’t meant you had become indifferent to his looks. If anything, it was the other way around. 

“Thanks for dinner,” you tell him later as he sneaks his hand into yours. You allow yourself to feel guilty for indulging him like this but then he squeezes your hand, “Anything for you, m’lady.”

Later that night, you invite him to your room. “It’s not much,” you add to the invitation, “But you know, I do happen to have some wine in my fridge that Wonwoo forgot to pick up. And my bed’s pretty cozy to watch movies in.”

Seungcheol is breathless by the time you’re in your room, not only because of the trek up the stairs but also the fact that you’d held his hand in yours the whole way up. “Wow, it sure is cold in here,” he comments as you turn the lights. It is the textbook college room, albeit a little bigger since you’re in a single. 

You cough, “Um, sorry about that. Let me turn on the heater. And you can sit on my bed…” you pause when you remember the mess you’d left on your mattress this morning, in a hurry to make it to your shift but nevertheless, insistent on putting together a fit. 

You sweep up the pile of discarded clothes from your bed and onto an already burdened chair, making a show out of it. You dust your hands off with a smile at Seungcheol who’s been watching with a hand on his hip. “Change your mind about me yet?” you question, teasingly. 

He rolls his eyes as he walks closer to you, effectively bumping you onto your bed, the new angle forcing you to look up at him. He kneels in front of you, his smile turning loving as he takes your face into his hands. “Not a chance,” and then he leans in until his warm lips are on yours, the heater whirring irrelevant now that heat’s rushing up to your temples instantly. 

You taste him and then pull away, “Mhm. Not so fast, you sly little man. I promised you wine and a movie in my bed. And I,” you say as you crouch in front of your fridge, “am a woman of my word.” You shake the cold bottle of red wine at him and he grins. 

An hour later, you’re curled around Seungcheol, glasses of wine long consumed and movie long forgotten in favor of cuddling. You stare at him and then when he smiles shyly, you finger one of his dimples, “Hey. You sure you’re not serious about me? Because I’m…” you hate the way you trail off, the very thought of Jeonghan derailing any sense of coherence you’ve ever had. 

“I know,” Seungcheol’s hand comes to your wrist, “I knew I didn’t stand a chance against Jeonghan since I saw you guys fight at the cafe that day. You look at him like he has all the answers.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you brush off, not completely refuting him. “But if you knew, why’d you stick around and… I don’t know, flirt with me?”

Seungcheol laughs into your neck, “Call it a bad habit of mine.” His hands play with your hair now,  brushing it away from your face, “I see a pretty girl and I have to charm her.”

You drop your head into his chest with a groan, “Stop! You sound so creepy. Like a predator.”

“Hey!” he protests, his chuckles vibrating through you, “You’re the one who called me charming the other day!” 

“Hmm. I guess I did.” 

His hands slowly pry you away from his chest and to his face, lips pressing against yours. You smile a little and then open up for him, shifting until you’re situated on top of him. You close your eyes, surrendering yourself to the kiss and – “Shit, you’re a good kisser.” The man underneath you moves you closer with a pleased smirk, voice smug when his lips trail down your neck, “That’s not the only thing I’m good at.” 

– 

“Sex with older men really is different, huh?” 

You gasp at Wonwoo’s vulgar words, slapping his arm mercilessly making him jump away from you. “Dude! Mind keeping it down? We’re in the library, not your mom’s house.” 

“Ha! Jokes on you, I wouldn’t be making dirty jokes in my mom’s house because Jeonghan is my mom away from home and he would really kick my ass if he heard me talk about you and Seungchel fucking–”

Another slap on the arm and Wonwoo shuts up, groaning in pain. You grimace when you notice a few heads turning your way at the commotion, and bow in apology. When they’re looking away, you glower at Wonwoo, “Seriously, man, what are you up to? Drop the horny teenager act for once so we can focus on the problem at hand.” 

“Judging from the tone of your voice, I’m guessing that you’re not talking about the problem of calculus in front of us, but rather, the problem of… life?” 

You stare at Wonwoo blankly, “I’m so glad you find this entertaining.” As you’re about to continue giving him a piece of your mind, your phone buzzes, cutting you off much to Wonwoo’s relief, who sneaks a look over your shoulder anyway.

cheol: rate last night on a scale of ‘okay’ to ‘let's meet up again tonight’?

You scoff at the audacity and Wonwoo’s already clinging onto this new piece of evidence. “Oh, so what was that about this being a one-time thing? Next thing I know you’re moving in with him when you graduate.”

You slam your phone face down, “Listen, I know you think this is a joke but it’s not. I’m not going to sleep with Cheol again because that’s obviously the right thing to do. But as for Jeonghan, well, it’s been radio silence from him all week.”

“And since when have you let Jeonghan take the lead on your relationship with him? You know he’s a working man so I’m not surprised he’s not texting you at noon on a Wednesday.”

You glare at Wonwoo, “Seungcheol is also very much a working man? I don’t see your point. And also, I don’t know when this became a competition between the two?”

“Since you confessed to one and then slept with the other?”

You exhale heavily, unable to shoot him down because he was at least a little bit correct. Instead you heave your head into your arms. “Maybe I should just fake my death and move away.”

“You’ll give up your dreams of graduation over a stupid love triangle, consisting purely of men?”

“Shit. You’re right. That’s not happening,” you look up, “Jeon Wonwoo, what would I do if you weren’t by my side bringing me to my senses? You’re the best friend I ever had.”

“Actually, your use of ‘friend’ is very offensive to me,” he complains, fisting his palm dramatically, “I consider myself one of the girls. Or even better, your guardian. Refer to me as Your Highness exclusively or I will not listen.”

You stand up with a screech of your chair, “Okay, that was the last of your reasonable thinking. I’m going to go to my shift and work until I can no longer think or pine.”

“Great plan, young one!”

“Touch grass while I’m gone and you might have hope yet.” 

– 

“Look, I really don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes searching your face for signs of humor. You flash him a grimace of seriousness and doom. He deflates. “I saw this coming. Should’ve known you would only ever ask me out to a fancy restaurant for dinner to break up with me.”

You flick his forehead, “Break up? Don’t call it that. It gives people the wrong idea.”

“Interesting, Y/N L/N admits to caring about whether or not people get the wrong idea about us. Very interesting,” he comments, not at all sneaky with the way his arm snakes around you, “Anyway, you want me to pay for dinner and what, drag my sorry ass back to Jeonghan’s place?” 

You stiffen at the mention of Jeonghan and then sigh, the following conversation almost inevitable given your current situation. “So speaking of Jeonghan, has he been talking?”

“Um, yeah, he sure has been opening his mouth and saying words.”

“Fuck you, I meant as in, about me? Has he said anything?”

“Not in specific. Although he did inquire if I had slept over at your place two nights ago and when I said yes, he threw a slice of half-eaten apple in my face. Since then whenever I see him, I duck.”

“That’s very funny.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure to tell him how hopelessly in love with him you are–”

“That was not needed.”

“–And how you accidentally moaned his name on my cock.” 

You glare at him, “What about those statements made you think they were okay to voice out loud, not only once but twice?” 

As Seungcheol comes up with a witty defense for his lapse in judgment, your phone buzzes next to your thigh and the name that pops up has you zoning everything out instantly. 

han: hey, can we talk? 

You look away from the screen and breathe out, “And that makes two of us dragging our sorry asses to Jeonghan’s place.” 

When you knock on his door, the last thing you expect to see is a red-eyed, very sniffly Jeonghan. Heck, you hadn’t ever even come close to imagining the heartbroken look on Jeonghan’s face, his eyes downcast when you visibly look taken aback at his state. 

“Han?” 

“Hey,” his voice is hoarse and good lord, you can’t stand this. “Let’s sit in the living room. I was going to go grab some water anyway.”

You follow him speechlessly, watching the way his hands disappear into the sleeves of the black sweatshirt that hangs loose around his frame. You keep watching when he reappears, and it’s when he sits down quietly, fingers whitening around the glass of iced water in hands that you lose it. 

“Talk to me, Han. Are you okay?” you breathe deeply to contain the multitude of concerned questions that threaten to leave your system. For one, you didn't know how to interpret the crestfallen expression he held up when he met your eyes. While someone like Wonwoo (aka a naive little kid) would argue that the only reasonable explanation for it would be that he was devastated that you’d been avoiding him the past week. But knowing what you did about him, you couldn’t let go of the possibility that he was just mourning the impending loss of a friend, i.e. you, when he breaks it to you that he doesn’t like you back. 

Jeonghan senses you’re in your head when you’ve been staring at him for a moment too long, mouth agape, so he moves closer, taking the water out of your hands and placing it next to his emptied glass. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Fuck. An apology? 

You stammer, “S-Sorry? Why?”

“I’m sorry I called you an idiot the other day. You’re the farthest thing from an idiot– and you’re definitely not a kid. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like that. I just… I’ve been thinking about us, and I realized that somewhere along the way, I became really over-protective of you. I started treating you like you were fragile or something, and I shouldn’t have.” 

“I’m listening,” you tell him, frown letting up now that he’s finally speaking up.

“And I’m sorry for being a cowardly little bitch about my feelings for you,” he mumbles, eyes dropping to your lap where your fingers play with the fabric of your shirt uneasily. He stops your fiddling, his hands coming to envelope both of yours. “I’m the idiot for thinking I could be anything other than in love with you.”

“Huh,” you exhale again, biting your lip to hold the smile that threatens to spill. 

“And finally, I’m sorry for not doing anything about it when I knew your feelings were mutual. As you know, I’m getting old and–” 

You stop any further stupidity from leaving his lips by – you guessed it – by pressing your lips against them. He lets out a surprised gasp and your smile finally turns into a giggle when his hands tighten around yours in your lap.

You pull away, only to detach your hands so you can bury them in his hair instead and Jeonghan smiles at you, his eyes crescents as they watch you lovingly and you think: the pain was worth it. 

Jeonghan’s smile widens when he feels you thumb at his skin, tenderly tracing his eye-bags. 

“You look terrible, Han, I’m sorry,” you mutter, kissing his cheeks and then his forehead. He’s already mellowing under your hold and he hums, low, “You should be. I went to hell and back when Seungcheol announced he slept with you. I mean, what were you thinking?”

You break, guiltily looking away. “That was not my smartest moment but I was also very distraught about my relationship with a certain someone who wouldn’t contact me outside of my working hours.” 

“You and your stubborn need to remain professional. Y/N, it’s a campus cafe, I don’t think anyone’s going to care if you break your act once in a while. I don’t know, if I don’t get a kiss the next time I visit you– I might just rethink this.”

You scoff in disbelief, “You’re a real pain in the ass, Jeonghan. Maybe I’ll just go back to my room and cry myself to sleep.” But as soon as you make moves to stand up, Jeonghan’s bringing you back to sit, taking the chance to pull you closer into a hug. “You will do no such thing.” 

You freeze when you feel his nose settle into your shoulder, warm breaths relaxing when your hands reclaim their place in his hair. “I love you, Y/N.”

A beat passes and with a kiss to his head, you return, “I probably love you more, old man.”

“If we’re going to date, that nickname has got to go!” 

“What? You’re the one who was complaining about your knee problems last week. It’s fine, I can add this relationship to my list of community service activities.” 

Jeonghan pulls away, standing up abruptly and jerking you upward as well. Your smile falters but then, he’s steering you to his bedroom, throwing the door shut with a grunt. You side-eye him, “What’s up–” He cuts you off, lips hot against yours.

A few minutes later, when his tongue finally lets up, he mutters, “I just remembered that you kissed Seungcheol with this mouth. I’ve gotta do everything I can to erase that memory.”

“I can’t tell if you want me to forget… or yourself.” 

“Shh, I bet he couldn’t even– Wait, why aren’t you wearing a bra? Don’t tell me you were–!”

“You sure love asking questions, old man,” you whine and before Jeonghan can question you further, you take ahold of his hand, sliding it over your stomach and down the waistband of your jeans, the space tight and hot but not as hot as the groan Jeonghan lets out when he feels you. “Holy fuck, you’re wet.”

You grin when he falls to his knees, your jeans unbuttoned and pulled down in next to no time. “There’s more where that came from,” you mumble before he’s between your thighs, ripping out  scream after scream from your throat. 

– 

Genuinely and honestly, if you’d foreseen waking up in Jeonghan’s bed, his hair a mess from last night but face comfortably snuggled in your arm– you would’ve been less mean to Wonwoo. Because it turns out that his voice (of reason? or of deviance? you would never figure it out) in your head had been right: Jeonghan did return your feelings all those times you thought he might.

He tells you all about it when you’ve collapsed later that night, replacing the curses on your lips with dampness in your eyes because of how vulnerable he is, pouring his heart out to you like this.

Propped up on an elbow, he played with your hand, “I remember when you first came over with Wonwoo. I thought I’d met myself, but younger and prettier and sillier.”

“I hate it when you combine insults with compliments so I can’t attack you.”

“I learnt that from you, silly,” he kisses your nose but continues, “But honestly, the more we talked, the more I realized how different you are from me. I mean, sure, are you tired out of your mind half the time like me? Yeah. But you were so observant and so keen on getting to know people. It’s hard to come across people who are invested in friendships for more than just small talk and someone to have meals with.”

But just as he’s getting deep on you, he adds, “Plus, you smell a whole lot better than anyone else. I’d go crazy sitting next to you, especially because you just love to throw yourself at people in laughter.” 

“Not that I’m complaining–” he stops your protests quickly, “I swear my heart would skip a beat everytime you laughed at something I said. And then the time we were talking about ideal types and you got all flustered over everyone teasing you about me? Dude, I had to run to the kitchen before I could do something rash. Like kissing you in front of everyone. Or worse, bride-style carrying you into my room so I could enjoy the adorably lovesick look on your face.” 

You groan into his pillow, “Stooop. This is just embarrassing for me. It’s not like I was trying to be obvious.”

“I know, baby,” he coos, gentle hands prying you away from the pillow, “But you know, you have the same look on your face right now.” He laughs, kissing the pout off your lips with a sweet, “For what it’s worth, I was yours for a long time. Just took a minute for me to realize it.”

You huff but smile despite it and pull him closer, “I’m glad. Now hold me to sleep or I’m gonna be sad.”

Another laugh reverberates through the two of you when he slides down, pulling the sheets closer over you, and pats your back as you settle into him with a satisfied sigh. “Sleep well, my love.” 

–

“And when I’m gone, please don’t stop eating breakfast in the morning. I know you think that it’s consequential to your life completely,” Seungcheol pauses for dramatic effect, “but it’s important. It could be the difference between living 20 less years or 50 more.”

“How scientifically true is that?” you mumble to Jeonghan under your breath, who being the devious little brat he is voices your concern, earning you a look from Seungcheol.

“Whatever, I knew my words were undervalued in this household ever since you guys started dating and refused to keep it down at night. Like, it’s not that hard, right?”

You punch Jeonghan’s arm to both keep him from telling the dick joke he’s about to say and also, to show Seungcheol that you wanted no part in this. “I told this guy to keep you in mind but that just made him mad which in turn led to… screaming. Sorry.”

Seungcheol sighs as he glances at his watch, “Okay, okay. I have to get going now so bring in whatever last-minute reconciliations you two have for me.”

Jeonghan steps forward and hugs the man, surprising both the latter and you. But you watch with a pleased smile playing on your lips, relieved that their friendship still seemed to go strong, bumps and all. When it’s your turn to hug Seungcheol, you scoff at the hesitant look he casts at your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his middle. 

“Thanks for everything, Cheol. Keep in touch. And do something about this second-lead syndrome of yours. I better catch you in a happily stable relationship of your own next time around.”

Seungcheol chuckles quietly, waiting for you to pull away to say, “If that’s an order from the main female lead, then I guess I have no choice, do I? Unless,” his eyes mischievously stray to Jeonghan who already knows what’s coming next, “the male lead fucks up and leaves a certain pretty girl single, huh?”

You don’t have time to decipher if that’s a threat wrapped up in a punchline because Jeonghan’s arm’s around your shoulder, moving you away and besides you, he says, “You’ll be waiting all your life if you wait on me to fuck this up. Bye, Cheol, I can see that your Uber just pulled up.”

“Ha! Good one. Alright, this is goodbye for now. See y’all on my feed. Or it might be better if I don’t. Anyway, bye and don’t kill anyone.”

With Seungcheol gone, you look up at Jeonghan with a smug smirk, “Oh, so you plan on sticking around with me forever? That’s a long time, you know.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, his eyes twinkling, “Please, if I had the patience to watch you hug Seungcheol right in front of my eyes, being with you forever will be a breeze in the park. So yes, I plan to stick to you forever, like superglue.” 

“Gross, you couldn’t say something romantic like candy or syrup?”

“Sorry, babe, but I was just distracted by how all mine you are that I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“Never mind, I think it’s worse when you’re all cheesy. Go back to being gross?”

“I love you. Now, come here so I can kiss every single surface of your face. And then we can go on a walk and tell everyone who told me to give up to suck it.”

You lose balance when the laughter finally escapes your mouth but thankfully, Jeonghan’s arms are around you, promising and playful when you meet his eyes. “Ugh, whatever. I love you. So I guess we can do all the weird annoying stuff you want to do for now.”

Despite your banter though, the two of you are so happy together that you’re shocked by the picture of you with Jeonghan that Wonwoo Airdrops, after your walk. You have the dopiest smile on your face and Jeonghan’s looking at you with a cheesy grin. You hate to admit it but you do look like an “old married couple” like Wonwoo’s text teases. But for once, you give in, snuggling closer to Jeonghan’s body because well, yeah, you did plan to stick to him. Like superglue. 

– 

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  i hate buffering

SUMMARY : “hey hi, could you do an imagine with Dean who is dyslexic or dyscalcic? Please I would really care <3” — anon

PAIRING :  dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff

WORD COUNT : 826

A/N : title from a the devil wears prada song. ah, an imagine. I actually don’t know what the hell I'm doing, but I loved this as I started reading a Stephen King book in the semi-darkness and I kept reading words wrong and thinking about how difficult it would be to be dyslexic.

Dean heard your adorable giggle before he heard your footsteps coming closer to his bedroom. 

This new, long-term dating thing made his heart skip a few beats.

You were cute and compassionate, mostly, but there was so much to you than just that. The longer he spent getting to know you, the more you seemed to unexpectedly expose parts of yourself, like heated kernels turning to popcorn. 

He stopped cleaning the stuff in his bedside table’s drawer to watch you with a dimpled smile. He sat on the bed and you finally showed him what you were shyly hiding behind your back.

He blinked a few times, willing his brain to focus on the yellow sticky note and your pretty handwriting. He glanced up at you, your expectant gaze, the flush on your cheeks. Embarrassment flared up his neck and he panicked.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he blurted out. You tilted your head at him as your brows twitched and your smile faded into confusion. “I'm tired, I can’t focus,” he lied, rubbing his eyes.

You thought it odd, but shrugged it off anyway.

“Oh, that’s fine,” you smiled, “it says: show me your tits, cowboy.” Dean laughed softly and you slapped the sticky note on the wall above his bed as you climbed into his lap. He instantly grabbed your waist and slowly slid his hands down to your ass. “But if you’re tired, we can just sleep… after you finish cleaning this up.” You dipped down to kiss his forehead, but he searched for your lips for a real kiss that made you warm all over. 

One of his hands slowly moved up your back until he cupped the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Before you knew it, he had you laying down on his bed and impatiently moved between your legs to kiss you harder.

You laughed against his lips and moved up the bed, never breaking the kiss until your head was properly pressed into his soft pillow. His warm, calloused hand sneaked up into your tank top, slowly lifting it, distracting you by licking into your mouth.  

His soft tongue played with yours and he gently squeezed your breast, causing your breath to hitch. He pulled away with a smirk that made you feel hotter. He removed his hand from your warm flesh to kiss down your neck and your hands moved into his soft hair. His soft lips pressed and brushed teasingly against your skin, and his careful teeth grazed your sensitive flesh. He gently pulled down the strap of your top and followed the thin strip before moving to kiss your cleavage instead.

“Fuck,” you whispered impatiently, but let him do things his way despite the fire you felt on your skin from his touch and his kiss. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered warmly against your skin. You smiled and hummed softly, watching him with his greedy eyes while he grabbed a handful of your ass and slipped his hand underneath your shorts. 

“You're not wearing underwear.” His voice was low and deep, and all you could do was bite down on your lips while he licked his own and just watched you hungrily. Your heart was in a frenzy and your mind was clouded with incoherent thoughts of him. Naked.

“I pretty much told you I came here for sex, but cuddling is an option if you’re tired.” He slid his hand out from under your shorts, moved back up to peck your lips before smiling down at you cheekily. You pressed your lips together shyly and lowered your hands to his broad shoulders. 

“Can I tell you something?” He asked suddenly, pressing his lower body against yours and gently leaned on his side with his arm beside you. You tried to ignore the sensation of his body being all over your and lovingly cupped his cheek.

“You can tell me anything.” 

He inhaled and looked away from you slightly. “I’m dyslexic. I couldn’t really read your note.”

You almost blurted out really? without thinking, but this is Dean. He wouldn’t say that if he wasn’t completely sure about it. Your smile softened and he chewed on his lip for a few seconds before trying to cover it up with a seductive lick of his lips and a quick glance at yours as an escape for his confession. 

“That must make all this hunting research very difficult for you,” you considered thoughtfully. He kissed you softly to interrupt your thoughts. 

“It does…” he mumbled against your mouth and rocked his hips gently against your core. Your breath got caught in your chest.

“You’re still very good at it,” you reassured him breathlessly and grabbed at his shirt to tug it up and off his flushed body. He hummed appreciatively against your lips. “Thanks for telling me,” you murmured, teasingly nipping at his lip when he started pulling away to remove his shirt.

“Thanks for being you.” 

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[justporo]

my queen. ur sfw alphabet for astarion....it was so good. so amazingly good. grrrrrRUFF!!! GRAAAAFPBRRRR!!!!!! anyways.....would you....be able.......to make......an nsfw alphabet 👀

Oh my sweet Anon, how could I say no? And you're not alone in wanting the NSFW version so here you go, hope you enjoy! And thank you so so much <3. You know flattery will most likely get you your way with me. Surely a thing Astarion and me share... This is Fem!Tav/Astarion btw.

I used this wonderful template (although I changed C slightly), thanks again to @the-coldest-goodbye.

Smutty headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetical order)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Astarion is very cuddly and comforting – especially if it was a little rougher. He’s always making sure you’re okay, holding you, kissing you gently, laying around naked afterwards just talking and relaxing. Especially since he’s learnt being comfortable with non-sexual intimacy he also just enjoys being close to you with skin-on-skin contact, feeling your warmth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

“Just one, love? Don’t make me choose a favourite?” Let’s face it, he knows he has the body and face of a fallen god. He takes pleasure in looking and being beautiful (rightfully so), he likes that he has a body that’s well built and incredible to look that. But not even in that kind of hollow way but it’s just aesthetically pleasing and that’s a source of joy for him (also he loves his hair a lot). That also goes for you: he’s constantly reminded of every single little beautiful detail about you. The way your neck curves in an elegant line, the way your lips open into a smile, the small lines in your irises that are only visible when he’s like an inch away from you, the little dimple above your butt? Ugh – he could get lost in all those little aspects for they’re all infinite spaces of beauty.

C = Coming (switched that one because I liked this more)

Astarion takes an incredible amount of pleasure in keeping you on edge sometimes. The way it’s so very much in his hands to let you fall or not and the way you’re willingly giving yourself to him in that way. He’d never truly make you suffer though – he only does what makes it more exciting for the both of you.

Sometimes it might even be a little bit of teasing who might be able to push the other beyond the point of no return. (Punishable by law and the other will pay!)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It turns Astarion on way too much when you wear his clothing. The way your ass looks when you’re wearing only his shirt, when it’s visible just beyond the hemline. The way your hardened nipples peak through the fabric and the outline of your breasts shows through it – he can never get over that image. Certain way to get him to push you against a wall in three seconds or less.(And it will stay on during the sex, so he can smell you and what the two of you did later on.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Do we even need to answer this? He knows every damn trick in the book and he’s very creative and eager to show off and teach you.

But: Doing all this with someone he really loves? With someone he desires so deeply it threatens to melt him from the inside? That’s a whole new plane of existence he never even though existed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

“Again, darling, you can’t possibly make me pick just one. Because when you’re under me I can see your face when I’m deep inside you. I can watch your eyes roll back and how your lips soundlessly form my name and your legs wrapped around my hips can slowly drive me insane. But when you’re on top of me I feel like you’re a goddess gracing me with your blessing. And when you’re on all fours and I’m above you, I can feel the tension in your whole body, how you desperately use every inch of space to get more friction and look at your pretty little back arch while I grip onto your thighs.”

Enough said, isn’t it?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s probably way too used to putting up the perfect performance in the beginning. But he slowly learns that being intimate means so much more: that it means being so deeply comfortable with each other, each other’s body and mentally, emotionally, that’s not about perfection at all. And that it can be so joyful if someone cracks a joke in the middle of the act because somehow the moan Tav let out sounded like a dying squirrel. Or because Astarion butchered his cheesy line because you’re driving way beyond mad with the way your hips roll.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Elves have little to no body hair so there’s not much to take care of. The little hair that might exist just stays and is neatly groomed just like the whole man.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Astarion opening up in these moments is one of the most beautiful things. Because he slowly learns to experience real intimacy. He’s slowly fully there with you: it’s not an act anymore. His hands linger now on your soft, warm skin, his kisses become more passionate and never ending, his eyes burn with desire but mostly with love. And he makes sure to tell you: tells you how much he loves you, praises every inch of your body. His heart is so wide open when he gets there, he’s so ready to be loved and to give love – being amplified by the fact that he’d never even dared to believe he’d be allowed to feel something like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really – because why when he has you at his fingertips. Although if you had to be away for a little while he might find he’s craving you way more than anything else. And when he’s sitting soaking in the tub and he’s reminded of how you look getting out of the tub, streams of water glistening on your body – he finds himself pleasuring himself thinking about how it will be once you’re back with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hmm yes, the thing with blood. Drinking from you while being in the middle of the act – yeah, you kinda both enjoy that quite a bit.

But also it’s such a massive turn on for him if you give yourself to him completely. The fact that you’re trusting him this much is driving him almost insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh, it could happen anywhere at any time.

Your enormous bed is your favourite place by far though. After all this safe space of coziness is just where you can completely intimate with each other in any kind of way. But Astarion for sure has to test every surface in the house with you – at least once. Okay, maybe twice for good measure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you literally doing anything. Once he realises he’s in love with you, he’s fallen and can’t get up. You’re angry at him – woah, the look you throw him takes his breath away. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating on something – he wants to put his lips on yours immediately.

And let’s not even talk about when you try to deliberately turn him on. You wearing something naughty just for him? You very purposefully letting your hands wander and linger just a little too much for it to be innocent?

“Love, either you keep these naughty little hands to yourself or you’ll put them right there right now and finish the godsdamned job”, Astarion whispers huskily and grabs one of your hands, deliberately placing it on the growing bulge between his legs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If he ever felt used in that way again he’s been put through for way too long – he will NEVER do that again.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Astarion very much enjoys giving head, because the way your thighs press around his head while he can feel you shiver and the way the pitch of your moans rise – hmm, delicious.

He hasn’t been receiving quite that often so he’s not particularly fond of it, until – it’s you and he realises how wonderful you look with your lips wrapped around him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood. There’s certainly not just the one way with Astarion. He can be so incredibly sweet and tender, touches like feathers. But another time it might be he has you up against a wall and it’s all about carnal lust – making it rough and quick. But he certainly always makes sure it’s pleasant for the both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As much as Astarion enjoys spending whole nights (or days) with you under his hands (or the other way around), he wouldn’t say no to just quickly bending you over the kitchen table to give you a sweet little reminder why it is that you can’t get enough of him – ever.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting, yes? He likes to show you new things, but he’d never put you in any danger and making sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable with what’s happening is always his top priority.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

No matter what you can’t possibly keep up with him. And he teases you about it (affectionately): “Aww love, I was just getting started. We didn’t even get to the real fun parts.” You just glared him, being too out of breath to put anything you wanted to verbally hurl at him into words.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only things he needs really is you and himself. Although something like tying you up against the bed sometimes? Covering your eyes? But for the most part he enjoys completely uninterrupted body contact the most – and that by far doesn’t have too mean it’s always sweet and soft. Those long and elegant fingers have much expertise with sleight of hand and they don’t call it silver tongue for nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, an awful lot. Astarion is the definition of a tease. But in his defence: he also takes delight in being teased back. It’s no fun if you don’t claw back. And bickering and teasing a lot is definitely your specific kind of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion’s quite verbal – especially since he’s discovering new heights of pleasure with his loved one. Groaning and moaning – especially your name or praises for you. Also he does not care if he’s loud – he’ll proudly let the whole world now how much he desires you (much to the displeasure of you and your party members, oops).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It’s Astarion absolute specialty to make you flustered in public. Once he’s found you get these delightful full body blushes he makes it his goals to tease you at the most inappropriate times. You hate him and you love him for it – this smug bastard. He just knows how to push your buttons way too well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s hot alright. He most definitely has those muscles for vanity reasons and thankfully vampirism made sure he’s keeping those abs no matter how much of a domestic softie he’s gotten with you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High – especially in the beginning. Once he’s free to enjoy his own desires at his own pace there will most definitely be this high-demand honeymoon phase. You’re both not quite sure it will always really end (and you surely hope not).

But: it’s also important for Astarion that he’s getting more confident to maybe just not be in the mood every single time. Just like you aren’t always, too. And that’s completely fine, you assure him time and time again that you’ll never want him to indulge you just because he feels an obligation.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You can sleep when you’re dead. There’s way too much stuff to be done after: maybe another round (or more), cuddle, talk, goof around, down a bottle of wine.

Although slowly drifting into sleep after being fully satisfied and full of love and warmth: that’s definitely the best way to end a night.

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 3!

beelzebub, belphegor and solomon ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: slight spoilers again if you haven't played the recent lessons

small note: thank you again for the likes and reblogs. also, happy 20 followers! yippeee :^D also sorry for the delay i was being silly the whole day so..yeah

☆ beelzebub:

- doesn't listen to music that much which is kinda weird like wdym you don't vibe to hard ass beats everytime you work out? on the bright side a cupid playing a harp melody does start playing in his head when he sees food

- some days his resting bitch face goes so hard you think he'll start biting your neck off if you even try to talk to him

- he does a lot of unintentional things it's actually so hilarious. like no he didn't mean to mindlessly draw an icecream on your hand and start licking it. it was an accident! he swears!

- when you cry he tries to cheer you up with jokes but it always end up being horrible because deep down he's panicking inside on what to say. the bitch starts saying "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes while watching you bawl your eyes out with snot bubbling out your nose

- so instead of the horrible jokes he decides to hug you instead while picking you up and gently sways you left to right <3 and during those situations he's willing to do anything you want. you want him to carry you to your room? gotcha. you want him to buy you food from hell's kitchen? he promises he won't eat it. (he actually didn't but you could see his drool staining the paper bag once he gives it to you)

- there was one point in his life where he was the smallest and fattest out of all the brothers when he was still younger. his older bros, especially mammon would always pinch and bite his cheeks because of how he looked <3

- watches hells kitchen while eating food from hells kitchen. mans obsessed with the show

- has dimples and an eye smile

- he likes it when he holds your hand and look at it from time to time. he just likes to see how big it is compared to yours.

☆ belphegor:

- doesn't really use his phone a lot and resorts to watching TV instead so he doesn't have to use his hands

- slept while candy was in his mouth and woke up choking once. safe to say lucifer banned candies for a whole month after that and everyone else was NOT happy.

- since he is the youngest out of all the brothers he's pretty spoiled in a way. he wants to be the one you hang out with the most and if he needs to pull out the moves just so you'll give him cuddles he won't think twice

- "what do you mean you have plans with asmo today? didn't you know? he ditched cooking duty last night and lucifer told me to do the job instead. i deserve your attention more than he does."

- he thought you were attractive the first time you two met

- takes reaction pics. it's mostly him in a dimly lit room with his eyebrow raised or replicating a funny photo of his brothers

- wasn't interested in shows like hells kitchen until he saw you and beel watching it. he occasionally watches drag race too

- during car rides or road trips he always has to be the one in the back just so he could lay down and sleep

- you can't rely on him for notes because it's always covered in drool when he sleeps in class. although he mostly never takes notes at all he just relies on stock knowledge and good memory

☆ solomon:

- he never caught up with the recent trends in the human world so you really had no one to relate or talk to about your favorite shows, songs, etc

- decided to catch up for you anyway. what a sweetie pie ^_^

- a tear rolled down his cheek when raphael confessed that he liked his cooking for the first time.

- when he's drunk he starts singing love songs and starts going on a ramble about how lonely he is when he isn't with you. and yes, his voice WILL crack.

- sometimes he points things with his lips it's SOOOO HOTTTT

- he gets sad when you get suspicious of him when he's doing a nice gesture for you. he's aware that everyone else think he's shady, and he is! but mc, he just wants to do something nice for you!

- he's an asshole and will constantly tease you especially if you guys are seated together in class. he'll write a note on your notebook saying something like "remember when you *insert embarrassing moment here* or will start writing something subtly flirty like "wanna come over after school?"

- he buys you a lot of expensive things out of nowhere. like there was no ocassion whatsoever but he gifted you the recent iphone like what?

[intuitionallyspiritual]

𝙻𝚞𝚜𝚝

PAC (Pick A Card) 18+

What does it feel like to F*ck You?

Disclaimer‼️⚠️: This is a 18+ reading MINORS DNI. This is a general reading so take what could resonates and leave what doesn’t.

Description: Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. It helps if you close your eyes and let your eyes guide you.

Let me know your opinions in the comments

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎:

Pile 1 (Back Scratch)

Basically This pile is for my people who don’t really do one night stands or hookups I’m sensing that to be on a sexual relationship you have to at least know the person really well. Your s*x feels intense like you really go all out like I feel like with this group you may have a checklist of all the things you want to try sexually you want something different something exciting. But anyways I’m hearing “more,more,more” so idk if that’s you or them… either way a win is a win. You like to change it up so it won’t be missionary each time. You like to tease I’m seeing some teasing here and I’m seeing someone being shocked because they thought of you as “innocent” people tend to move at a hard but slow pace with you not slow but not too fast either and it’s because you feel really good. You feel so good your walls tend to clench once it is in (if masculines are reading you have very good D game and it makes your sexual partners to clench them) so it will be very hard not to orgasm that’s why they try not to go at first they are trying to see and calculate just how long they can last. This is also my boobs group it doesn’t matter if they are on the smaller side. Sexual partners LOVE your boobs. They may have a more jiggly texture to them. Your face is very expressive as well however your words… are lacking I don’t think you do much dirty talk during sex and that’s okay because I feel like you pick dominating partners so you really don’t have to tbh they will take care of that for you.

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Pile 2 (Tongues Touching)

Ooooo this pile LOVES physical touch and I’m also seeing that you may scratch your parters back if not careful (or if you meant to yk… even better tbh) with this pile sexual partners find it incredibly hard to let you go and they may even think about the night you had before going to bed. You’re irresistible if you will. Partners tend to get very sensual when in the act with you as if they are in a euphoria. It feels as though you make sexual partners high off of sex and it can be very addicting with this pile previous partners may often hit you up again just to have a taste of what they felt before in that moment. You are very wet and may even be a squirter and if you are a creamer you tend to cream a lot and your sexual partners love that. You know how to make a person intoxicated and unable to think straight in the moment. You feel very suction-able like if someone were to suck your clit that’s how you feel to sexual partners they want more of you each time and sexual partners are often afraid they are gonna cum too fast. This is also the pile that Loves handjobs 😏 and you do it well. You like to tease and your partners find it very enticing. I’m hearing “mmm you feel so good baby” “Fuck… don’t do that” your lower back is very sexy to sexual partners you may have deep back dimples or just a very smooth lower back because your partners like to touch it especially in doggystyle. You may have prominent Scorpio placements or Scorpio degrees in your chart. I’m hearing Capricorn as well.

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Pile 3 (Shadow Girl)

With this pile your my pile who may like to wear a lot of accessories like bracelets, necklaces, or even used to have a chokers phase. You also may have a thing with calling someone daddy/papi or you may liked to be called that “mommy/mami” applies here too. This too is a boobies pile your sexual partners love your titties and they love sucking on them. This is my w.a.p pile (wet ass pu$$y 😏) your hole has a more ridged feeling to it which makes it feel better due to texture. You make even the quietest ones moan/grunt really loud due to how good and suctioned it feels. Your sexual partners may like to film you are you may like to film and your partners definitely masterbate to those videos. To them it’s their way of living back in that moment of euphoria. Especially in missionary just to see those boobies bounce. You have a very pretty vagina the inside is a very nice color. I’m hearing someone say “take it take it take it” and you indeed do take it 😏 your sexual partners also love when you ride them .. again to see those boobies bounce. You may have attachment issues or attract people who have attachment issues. Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, and Pisces are very prevalent here. Your partners also LOVE your lips they love getting hickeys from you it’s their way of showing that they are yours. Oooo you got people WHIPPED. If experienced you know how to clench your hole at all the right moments and make the other go feral. Your sexual partners almost always come back. For sure.

Song:

Pile 4 (Hand on Neck)

This piles takes sex very seriously in a sense that once you’re in the mood you are in the mood and you aren’t the type to make jokes during sex because your so in the moment. This pile is actually the most experienced from my other piles. Very into hookups and sneaky links and will do ts WELL. You know you’re good too😏. Fire sign is heavily involved in this pile so you may have Leo, Sagittarius, and Aries or Scorpio as well. You like to switch it up a lot so it will be a new experience each time. You have the type of hole that makes sexual partners want to roll their head back once they enter you. I’m also feeling an LGBT+ influence here. your tongue and mouth works WONDERS once you go down on someone. Your partners feel like they could have sex with you all day and not get exhausted. I’m hearing “ohhhh fuck” and I’m also seeing someone cry? From pleasure ofc but omg? This is definitely my switch pile you’re able to do and enjoy being top or bottom. Like the last pile you are able to squeeze your hole at just the right time and it makes your sexual partners moan. You make your sexual partners feel like they are going crazy (in a good way) like discombobulated is the right word for it. Your sexual partners love your eyes and probably love staring into them or the opposite they can’t because they get too nervous. Your insides feel tight, ridged, and really warm. I’m also hearing “mmmm” a lot. You create a space where people can use sex with you as an escape from reality. Someone here also likes sucking on fingers also. Speaking of which your VERY good with your hands your sexual partners feel a tingling sensation after your touch and it leave them craving for more.

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[yourbucky084]

temptation

description: endless flirting. lingering touches. comments that were just a little more than friendly. you like matt murdock, and he likes you. who knew all you needed was a hotel mishap to bring you together (aka, there's only one bed smut)

word count: 8.4k EXACTLY!!

a/n: this was a fan favorite before the tumblr machine deleted me, so I felt it was only right if it was my first fic reposted! this one is smutty, tension filled, and surprisingly also really sweet. please enjoy whores -shannon <3

“Matt, it’s getting close to-” You began, walking into his office. You stopped when you saw he was on the phone, but he beckoned you anyway. He held up one finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet, and sent a quick smile your way. You smiled too, of course. 

These days it seemed like everything Matt did made you smile. Every joke, every compliment, even every brush of skin. The most mundane things, even him simply saying your name, sent shivers down your spine. Eventually you realized it was him that made you smile, not the things he did. 

Him. 

You had been the secretary for Nelson and Murdock a few months now, ever since Karen started working for The Bulletin full time. It was a great job, the pay was decent for the work, and the staff, albeit only two other people, was fantastic. You all got along great, no hiccups, easy conversation; you were already close friends. Everything was effortless, easy…until a few weeks ago. 

Foggy had started making jokes about you and Matt the last couple of weeks, mumbles of “get a room already” and comments about Matt’s so-called radar for beautiful women. At first, you brushed them off as what you thought they were: jokes. But, the last couple of days, Matt had gotten… defensive. Telling Foggy to stop, telling you to ignore him, or just leaving the room all together. 

The way you saw it, there were two reasons Matt was acting so peculiar. He either really liked you, and the jokes put pressure on him to confess, or he didn’t like you at all, and the jokes made him uncomfortable. When the second option made you want to break down, you knew you were in deep. And, honestly, who wouldn’t be. He was Matthew Murdock, smart as a whip and heart of gold. Didn’t hurt that he was incredibly attractive, too. Something about that day old stubble and dimples made your knees buckle; his smile seemed endless. He was also suspiciously very well built; you had asked Foggy about it a few weeks ago and he had brushed you off, saying Matt was “just like that.” But you knew better, knew that foggy was hiding something. Matt had walls up, guarded himself fiercely, never letting anyone all the way in. He had to have a secret, a big one too. Foggy knew, and Karen did too; you could hear it in the way they talked. Whispers about mistakes and matryrs. Whatever it was, it was big, you could feel it. Somehow, however, that made him even more appealing. A dangerous secret only added to his allure. Along with his big heart, helping everyone he could, and that endless, cocky charm.

He was insatiable.

So, naturally, you fell for him. 

Hard. 

At the realization of your own feelings towards him, things became… different around the office. You tried to suppress your feelings, of course, but when you spent eight hours a day three feet away from each other, it was hard. Definitely easier said than done. And it didn’t help that Matt had what you would call a ‘naturally flirtatious” personality. The comments and banter between you two were getting noticed by Foggy, whose own comments increased tenfold. The tension was rising between you and Matt for sure. 

You just didn’t know when it would explode. 

Or if it even should. 

Or if it even could. Matt flirted with everyone, of course, even Karen and Josie from the bar. Were his comments and compliments unique to you? Did he like you? Or was he just like that, the ever charming, ever incredible Matt Murdock? To top things off, he was your boss. He signed your paychecks, gave you assignments, and was the reason you had a job right now.  If you two got together, what would happen in the office? God forbid, if it didn’t work out, would he fire you? You liked your job. You needed your job.

Was Matt Murdock worth it? Was he worth the risk? 

One look at his smile as he hung up the phone, and you knew the answer: 

Matt Murdock was your ultimate temptation.

“Sorry about that,” Matt began as soon as the phone was on the receiver, but you cut him off.

“Oh please, Matthew. Apologizing for doing your job? Forever the catholic, always the guilt,” You chided, causing him to chuckle. 

“How do you always do that?” He asked, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

“Do what?”

“Get me. Understand me, I mean,” you shrugged in response, unsure of what to say. After a beat of silence, you realized your mistake.

“Oh my god, I-”

“You just shrugged, didn’t you?” 

“Yeah, I did. Sorry.”

“I thought we covered that apologizing wasn’t necessary, Miss y/l/n?” You rolled your eyes in response, causing Matt to chuckle.

“How did you even know I rolled my eyes?”

“Easy guess,” he said, but it was a lie. Matt always knew when you rolled your eyes, you flared your nostrils just the slightest bit. He had already memorized the tell tale signs of all your emotions: you bit the inside of your mouth when you were anxious, your cheeks flushed when happy, and you picked at your fingertips when you were about to cry. It was something he did with all his girlfriends, easy to be a good boyfriend if you knew exactly how you felt.

You weren’t his girlfriend, though. You wouldn’t ever be, if he had anything to say about it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you, of course. God, did he want you. You were, without a doubt, the most beautiful person he’d ever come across. He’d had Foggy describe you to him way too many times, tried his best to sort through the red fire haze, to finally memorize what you looked like. Matt couldn’t find words to describe your beauty, but he didn’t need to. He was confident you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Not only that, you were good. He opened this law firm to help people, the underdogs. But you, you had been doing that your whole life. Girl scouts, service groups, service projects, head of community service club in high school and college; you were the most selfless person in Hell’s Kitchen, he was sure of it. You always carried an extra twenty dollar bill to give to someone on the street, had a mini cooler outside your apartment stocked full with sandwiches and water, and knew every client Nelson and Murdock had like the back of your hand. You were a better catholic than him by miles, and you weren’t even catholic. 

You cared about people with your whole heart; it ended up getting you in less than ideal situations all the time. You told Matt the other day that you really didn’t care what happened to you at the end of the day, if you helped someone, anyone, it was worth it. And that’s when he knew you were the one. You were good, truly good, the kind of good Hell’s Kitchen needed. He wouldn’t let you lose that good because of him. He’s brought endless pain to so many good people, to Foggy, to Karen, to Maggie, and endless others. 

You wouldn’t be one of them.

“So, um, I wanted to ask what time we should leave tonight? For the airport?”

“We leave tonight?” Matt had completely forgotten. An old friend of his mother’s in Boston was in some legal trouble, Maggie wouldn’t have asked unless it was serious. Matt agreed to represent her, assuming Foggy would come too. But Foggy was meeting Marci’s parents this weekend. Karen was working on a story for The Bulletin that was time sensitive, meaning she couldn’t get away. 

And of course you, with the heart of gold, offered to go with him. You insisted actually, the thought of Matt traveling alone made your heart race. 

“Yes… our flight leaves at six pm, we land in Boston around seven. The hearing is tomorrow at eight,” You said, checking your phone to make sure all the times were correct.

“And what time is it now?”

“Almost four. I figured you might have forgotten, that’s why I came in here.”

“Shoot, we probably should get going then,” Matt said, standing up. 

“I’ll…. I’ll send the last few faxes then. Split a cab to the airport?” 

“On me,” Matt smiled. He listened to the uptick of your heart rate as you walked away, relishing in the sound as he packed up. He was in deep, deeper than he thought. How the hell was he supposed to be alone with you for hours, only an arm rest separating you two? 

This was going to be one hell of a trip. 

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“I’m never visiting Boston again,” you remarked as you got out of the car, trying to calm your breathing. The plane ride from New York was fine, just a little… tension filled. Matt’s thigh was pressed against yours the whole way, his breath would fan down your neck when he wanted to ask for your peanuts. Your hand skimmed his one too many times for it to be an accident, too. You were tired, tired of all this dancing around, of all the moments you and Matt shared with no conclusion. You needed time to clear your head of the Matt induced fog, time to unpack everything on the plane. You were grateful that you two went immediately to the hotel from the airport, although the ride there was nerve wracking as all hell. Time alone was just what the doctor ordered. 

“And I thought New Yorkers were bad drivers,” Matt said as he grabbed the bags from the driver, tipping him graciously. You held your arm out for him and he took it, letting you guide him through the lobby. Matt let people guide him all the time, but he especially loved when you did it. You held your head higher, your pulse slowed. You felt safer with him by your side, even though he was completely blind to your knowledge. He made you feel safer, just him, no heightened senses or Daredevil suit. You liked him for him, and that made his own heart skip a beat.

You lead the both of them to the receptionist desk, where you gave the girl working the name of the reservation.

“It should be under Nelson and Murdock, two rooms” you said with a smile. Matt listened as her nails clacked on the keyboard. He heard her pulse quickened a bit as she found and checked the reservation; something was wrong.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, but something went wrong in our system when you booked the rooms. One of your other rooms is already booked,” her voice was strained, but her pulse was steady. She was telling the truth.

“What does that mean, exactly?” 

“There’s only one room under your reservation.” Matt heard your teeth grind against each the flesh of your mouth, heard you pick at the skin around your fingernails. You were nervous, the prospect of sharing a room with him made you scared. 

You were terrified, actually. There was no way you could share a room with Matt for the night and not jump his bones. He had already gotten you all riled up on the plane ride here. Another sincere compliment, or brush of skin, you were certain your body would take over and kiss him right then and there. And you didn’t know yet, if that was what you wanted. Or what Matt wanted. Or anything, really. You just knew that you couldn’t spend another few hours with Matt without making a move. 

“I’m sure we can just book another room, right?” Matt flashed the receptionist one of his signature charming smiles, making a point to hold his cane where it was visible. People took pity on him every day because of his disability, might as well use it to his advantage.

“Normally, Sir, of course. But there’s this skating competition in town, we’re fully booked til next week. I’m so sorry, I don’t know-” 

“It’s no big deal, really. Not your fault at all, ok? We’ll be fine with the one room, really.” You said, trying to calm the receptionist down. You sensed she was panicked, scared you were going to lash out. So, despite your better judgement, despite the voice of reason in your head screaming no, you told her it was ok.

You would share a room with Matt.

“There’s two beds though, right?” Matt asked, trying to ease your nerves and his own. He didn’t think he could make it through the night with you next to him and not make a move. You were the ultimate temptation, his personal forbidden fruit. How was he supposed to resist when you would be inches away? He tried his best not to think about your body heat next to him, soft skin against his. He tried not to picture you in your pajamas, probably some skimpy little sleep shorts, revealing everything. He tried not to think about you drifting over to him in your sleep, leg crossing over his. He tried not to think about your soft lips, adored with watermelon flavored chapstick, just begging to be kissed. He tried not to think about any of it.

He failed.

“I’m sorry Sir, but just the one queen. I can offer you unlimited free access to the minibar, however. Free breakfast, too. I can-”

“Free breakfast would be great. Thank you,” You smiled at the receptionist as you finished getting the room key. You didn’t want to inconvenience her, or make her nervous. Yet again, you put everyone else first. Even in this situation, when Matt knew you were nervous, you disregarded your own feelings to make someone else feel better, to help someone else.

Matt wanted you now more than ever.

You lead the both of you in silence to the elevators, unsure of what to say. What was there to say, really? You liked Matt. You thought he might have liked you too. But he asked for two beds, jaw clenched when he did it. Did he not want to share a bed with you at all? Or did the prospect make him nervous too? Was he exhibiting restraint, or disdain? You couldn’t tell. 

Matt heard your pulse quicken, your mind was probably racing. As much as he didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t want you in his life because he knew he’d ruin yours, he hated seeing you in pain. He took your hand in his, thumb skimming over your skin.

“We’ll be ok, ok? It’s just for the night. You can take the bed, and I’ll sleep on the floor-”

“Don’t be silly, Matt. We can share. We’ll be fine, we’re adults, right? Nothing wrong with two adults sharing a bed,” You said, trying to rationalize the situation to yourself too. The last part came out wrong, an innuendo when left up to interpretation. Without missing a beat, Matt replied.

“Nothing wrong with that at all.”

Before you could ask what he meant, if he was thinking the same thing you were, the elevator dinged. Matt wrapped his arm around yours, and you gasped at the contact. He leaned in, his lips only inches away from your ear, and whispered.

“Lead the way.”

You did your best to hide the effect Matt had on you as you led him down the hallway. You slowed your breath, tried not to focus on Matt’s warmth at your side. You rambled on about the decor, something about modernization ruining charming. You thought you were doing a decent job of concealing your affection, to be honest. 

But Matt would beg to differ. 

Your whole body was covered in goosebumps, even your face. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute, despite the casual tone of your voice. He smiled to himself at the effect he had on you, he loved how sensitive you were. He couldn’t help but wonder if that would carry over to more… intimate areas of your life. He tried to not think about you whimpering under him, shivering and moaning at every touch. 

No.

He needed to stop. 

It wasn’t right, especially when he knew he couldn’t take it further. He needed to stop teasing, stop flirting. It wasn’t fair to you, leading you on like this. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved better. Better than him, for sure. Compared to you, he was basically the devil. He was evil, deep down, something sinister lurked inside him. But you, you were purely good: an angel in his eyes. He had to protect you from himself. He vowed silently, as you unlocked the door with the card, he’d stop the flirting. He’d be civil, but nothing more. Cold, even, if that was what it took. 

He had to protect you from himself.

“Here we are,” You said in a sing-songy voice, guiding Matt in the room and placing the bags on the floor.

“Um, the bed is on the wall to your left, the bathroom’s right behind us,” Matt followed your directions, using his cane to find the bed and sit down. It was small, smaller than his bed at home for sure. Not much room to spread out, certainly not enough for two people. You’d be sleeping closer than he thought. 

You hummed to yourself as you unpacked your bag, trying to find your pajamas. You wanted to get to bed early, exhausted from the plane ride. Plus, you thought if you and Matt had less time to talk, there’d be less chance of… something happening. Half of you wanted something to happen, to jump on the bed right now and kiss that stupid smirk of his face. Half of you wanted to run downstairs and beg for another room. So, you decided just getting to bed would be better.

However, once you got to the bottom of your suitcase, there were no pjs to be found. You rummaged through your clothes again, thinking maybe somehow they got stuck on top. But nothing. They weren't there. 

“Something wrong?” Matt asked. He had been listening to the sound your voice, the soft song under your breath was a comfort to him despite all the noise outside and within the hotel. Sometimes, the world got a little too loud, too much. And, since he wasn’t in his apartment, he didn’t have his normal comforts. His cement walls dulled the noise just enough. But these walls were thin. He didn’t have anything to keep him grounded. Except you. But, when you stopped singing, and started breathing a bit quicker, Matt knew something was off.

“I swear I packed them this morning, but they’re not here,” you sounded defeated as you rummaged through your clothes. 

“What? What’s not there?”

“My pajamas. I was gonna change, pencil skirts aren’t exactly the epitome of comfort,” you said as you walked closer to the bed. 

“Do you wanna wear mine?” Matt blurted out without thinking. He regretted it immediately, but he couldn’t take it back. The thought of you in his clothing, his smell mixed with yours, made him shutter. It would be a painful night for him for sure, but he’d do anything for your comfort.

“What?” 

“I… uh… normally sleep shirtless,” he paused when he heard your intake of breath.

“But, I… uh… brought an extra shirt. In case I wanted to go to the gym, or something. You could..wear it? If you wanted?” 

When you didn’t answer, and your heart raced, Matt thought he had made a mistake.

“Or not, if you’re uncomfortable, I-” You cut him off. You weren’t uncomfortable, not at all. You were aroused. The thought of Matt, practically naked next to you all night… well that was something out of a dream. 

“No! No. I’d really appreciate that, Matt. Thank you,” you said as your pulse slowed, causing Matt to smile. You weren’t lying, and you were comfortable. As long as you were ok, that’s all Matt needed to hear. 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. If you would just hand me my bag,” You grabbed Matt’s bag off the floor and handed it to him. He felt for the zipper and opened it, finding one of his old “Fogwell’s Gym” shirts and handing it to you. Your fingers brushed his as you took the shirt, muttering another soft thank you. 

Before Matt could answer back, you unzipped your skirt, stepping out of the tight fabric and throwing it back in your bag. You figured there was no harm, no foul, to getting changed out in the open. The bathroom was cramped, and Matt was blind. He’d have no way of knowing.

The second you unbuttoned your blouse, however, the room was filled with your scent. Bare skin had a distinct smell, and Matt could certainly smell yours. It was intoxicating, the way it filled the room. Hints of lavender, something sweeter in your shampoo. He couldn’t help but clench his hands at his side. Then, he heard the signature snap of a bra, causing his jaw to twitch. You were here, naked and perfect, all for him. He couldn’t help but stand up as you threw on his shirt, his scent now mixed with yours. It was overwhelming, all too much to handle. 

He stood up abruptly, grabbing his suitcase off the bed. 

“I’m… gonna go to the bathroom,” he said as he hurried away, locking the bathroom door behind him.

Now what was that about?

You thought as you flopped on the bed, relishing in Matt’s scent. His t-shirt smelled like him; you couldn’t help but breathe in deeply and sigh. He just smelled so good, so comforting. Like home. He had given you his t-shirt. Something about that fact felt so… right. You wanted to wear more of his t-shirts, wanted to be enveloped in his scent.

You wanted him.

What was the harm in flirting, anyways? You couldn’t seem to remember any of your reasons for not wanting to be with Matt, all forgotten as soon as you put his t-shirt on. Maybe you should make a move on Matt. That way, at least, you’d know if he felt the same. And if he didn’t, you could move on.

But if he did… 

Well, you had the room to yourselves. 

You sauntered over to the mini bar, humming the same tune as before. You figured you’d fix you and Matt a drink, wind down. You’d sit on the bed, maybe you’d edge closer. Maybe you’d even kiss. You felt giddy as you poured Matt some whiskey, not Macallan, but it would do. All your fears from earlier were gone, all you knew was one thing. You wanted Matt.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bathroom door, Matt was trying to convince himself he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t want you. He desperately tried to remember the vow he made earlier: no flirting. He couldn’t give in, no matter what you said or did. He wanted to protect everyone from evil, and for you, evil was him.  He just had to hold it together for a few more hours. He slipped on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his shirt and tie in the bathroom. He opened the door to something completely unexpected. 

You were twirling around, holding two drinks and humming to yourself. Matt could feel the slight breeze in the air, taste the alcohol in the air, and hear the tune under your breath. 

You were in his shirt. Holding his favorite drink. Humming one of his favorite songs.

Like you were his.

All of a sudden, his vow was thrown out the window. What’s the harm in flirting, anyway? You were clearly flirting yourself, it would be rude of him not to flirt back. He figured as long as he didn’t kiss you, as long as he didn’t give in to temptation, he’d be fine.

As long as he didn’t give in.

Matt cleared his throat, breaking up your own personal dance party. You turned around to Matt, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips. It took everything in you not to drop the glasses in shock. He was built, more fit than you’d ever thought. His chest was also riddled with scars, something you’d be sure to ask about later. But it didn’t matter right now, all that did was the sight in front of you.  Six pack, perfect pecs, muscles carved by god himself down his arms. You couldn’t help yourself as you gulped, warmth spreading through your entire body. You could feel yourself getting wet, just at the sight of him. 

Matt could feel it, too. Your body was screaming all the tell tale signs of arousal: your pupils were dilated, blood rushed through your body, particularly down…there. Hell, he could smell the slick between your thighs. 

Not giving in to temptation would be harder than he thought. 

“I… uh… thought we’d take advantage of the minibar. She did say it was on the house,” you put down your drink and grabbed Matt’s hand. You held it, just for a moment, before wrapping it around the glass.

“On the house, huh,” He brought the glass up to his lips, taking a small swig. Maybe he sipped a little slower than normal. Maybe he licked his lips before bringing the glass back down, savoring in the taste. It was just a little flirting, anyway. 

As long as he didn’t go further.  

You sauntered over to the bed, sitting on the edge while taking a sip from your glass. Matt soon joined you, sitting close enough for your legs to touch. His mind floated back to a conversation on the plane, when you two were sitting in a similar position to this. He had told you about the first and only time Foggy let him touch his face. He recalled the way you laughed when he told you the story, but also your curiosity at the situation. You kept something to yourself during that conversation, and Matt couldn’t figure out what until this moment. 

You probably wanted him to touch your face.

And, again, he figured, what was the harm? It wasn’t even flirting, really. He had touched lots of people’s faces. When it was with women, though, it usually ended in sex. He figured as long as it didn’t end like that, he’d be fine.

As long as he didn’t go further.

“I was wondering…” Matt began, feeling your breath hitch in your throat as he spoke.

“I can usually figure out a rough idea of what someone looks like, put the pieces together like a puzzle,” he felt you nod at his side.

“But in order for me to really know, I have to touch their face. Some blind people hate doing it, or refuse to do it at all. But it helps me, at least, connect to the person. I just need a few minutes to feel out their features,” 

“Like you did with Foggy,” you said as you recalled their conversation on the plane. He felt your heart rate increase with anticipation; you knew what he was going to ask. 

“Yeah. And I was wondering… maybe I could touch yours? If you were ok with it, I mean, I know it’s weird-”

“I think it’s great, Matt. Sweet of you to even ask, really. I’d love to,” Matt knew you were smiling, your tone was as cheery as ever. He felt you shift on the bed, turning so you were facing him. He did the same. Your legs were now mixed together, his clothed, yours bare. He took a bold move, placing his hand atop your thigh. It was only half covered by his shirt, he could feel your smooth skin under his palm. He didn’t dare move it up, not right now. 

“So… what do I do?” You giggled, causing Matt to smile. He loved the sound of your laugh.

“Could you just guide my hands up? To the top of your head. Then I’ll work my way down,” You took Matt’s hands in yours, lifting them up slowly and guiding them to the top of your head. You took a deep breath and dropped his hands, placing your own on his lap. You didn’t exactly know why you were so nervous. I mean, Matt being shirtless in front of you definitely had something to do with it. But you were also scared that Matt wouldn’t like what he felt. You knew it was impossible, Matt not liking you just because of what he felt. But you couldn’t help it.

Slowly, you felt Matt’s hands move down your head, onto your face. He started with your eyebrows, tracing each one with his finger. He moved down to your nose, tracing it’s outline and even booping the tip. That earned a laugh from you, and so Matt did it twice. His fingertips then moved across your eyes, outlining their shape and fluttering against your eyelashes. His fingers glided down your cheeks, painfully slow, as if to commit the skin to memory. 

Then he reached your lips.

Soft. That was the only word that came to mind for Matt. He traced the outline of your cupid's bow, dipping a finger down and parting your lips, slowly. Before you could stop yourself, before Matt could pull away, you darted your tongue out, and circled his fingertip. You heard Matt shutter and watched as his jaw clenched, but he didn’t turn away. Instead, his free hand, the one not in your mouth, cradled your jaw. Maybe even a little lower than just your jaw, wrapping tightly around your throat. 

He couldn’t help it, not when your tongue felt so good around his finger. It was a dirty move for sure, but it confirmed that you wanted this too. His mind raced with all the things he wanted to try, all the things he wanted to do. He had to have you, he couldn’t resist any longer. You were insatiable.

He had to give in to temptation. 

Before he could lean in to the kiss, however, your phone alarm went off. You jumped up scrambled to find the device and turn it off. You cursed yourself for setting a bedtime alarm, wanting to make sure you got enough sleep for the early start tomorrow. You thought you’d be alone, of course. Not sharing a room with your boss, about to kiss. 

“What was that?” Matt asked, standing up and placing the glass down on the dresser. He could sense your change in mood.

“I set an alarm this morning to make sure I got enough sleep. We have to be at the courthouse pretty early,” You walked back over to Matt, but he was already walking toward the bed. The alarm was like a shock to his senses. What was he doing? He was about to kiss you, when he told himself he shouldn’t. He told himself he wasn’t gonna go all the way. He liked you of course, wanted to be with you more than anything. But he wouldn’t let himself. Couldn’t. He needed to stop the moment you two were having immediately. 

“I guess we should probably get to bed, then,” He said as he undid the covers on one side of the bed. 

“We don’t have to-”

“We should, y/n.”

He cursed himself for saying that. He could sense the immediate drop of your face, the slump of your shoulders. He didn’t mean it. He would give anything to grab his glass, wrap his arm around your waist, and join you in your singing. But he couldn’t.

“O-oh… ok,” You walked over to your side of the bed, fishing your phone charger out of your bag as you walked by. Matt was already under the covers, his glasses on the bedside table. You had only seen him without them a few times, on the occasional late night at the office. You knew he wore them to make other people feel better, he had told you how some people found his eyes… uncomfortable. You, however, only found them beautiful. His eyes were warm, rich, homey, just like him. 

You joined him under the covers, trying not to touch him as you shifted to get comfortable. You could feel the warmth radiating off his chest, beckoning you in. You already started to feel sleepy, between Matt’s warmth and his scent from his t-shirt. You wanted to cuddle in, fall asleep on his chest. But, his refusal earlier was pretty clear. No matter how he felt about you, he clearly didn’t want to take things further tonight. 

Or so you thought.

It took everything in him not to reach out to you and pull you flush against his chest as you got comfortable. He knew you’d be more comfortable on him. He had been this close to you before, just a few hours ago, on the plane. But then, you had clothes to separate you too. Now, nothing. You were in his shirt, only underwear underneath; not even a bra. He could stretch his hands out right now, rake up your his shirt, and-

No. 

He needed to stop. 

“Good night, y/n,” He said as he rolled away from you. 

“G’night, Matty,” you mumbled as you turned over. Your breathing was already slowing, you were going to fall asleep. 

Matt did a silent cheer in his head, he’d done it. You were asleep, and now he only had to get through the morning. He could finally relax, knowing now there was no chance of getting together, at least for the night.

Or so he thought.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Warm.

Soft.

Those were the first two thoughts in Matt’s brain as he woke up. He was enveloped in warmth and softness, still in a dream. He was holding you, arm around your waist, as your legs were wrapped around his thigh. 

This had to be a dream, right?

Wrong.

He ran his fingers up and down your back, covered by the fabric of his shirt. This was real, he was awake. It wasn’t a dream. He was holding you. It was still night time, too. The hotel was too quiet for it to be anything but. Everyone was asleep. 

He moved his arm up, fully prepared to move you off. But you whimpered in your sleep, tightening your grip on his shoulder. 

How could he move you off now? When you so clearly wanted to stay, still in a dream. He decided, instead, to place his hands by his side and let you sleep. As long as he didn’t cuddle back, it was fine. He told himself it was fine.  He would just will himself back to sleep, silently relishing in your warmth. Everything would be fine, he just had to get back to sleep. 

You whimpered again, shifting your legs. You were a noisier sleeper than he originally thought. He heard you mumble something, too jumbled for him to figure out what. Matt felt something wet on his thigh, maybe sweat? He tried to focus on the location, figure out where it was coming from. He soon realized it was right where you were slotted, legs split on his thigh. It wasn’t sweat: it was your slick.

To confirm his suspicions, you bucked your hips, still in a dream. You move faster, grinding yourself up and down his thigh. You were getting yourself off. He scanned your body, trying to figure out if you were awake, if you were doing it on purpose. But, your heartbeat was slow, breathing even. You were asleep, still dreaming. And dreaming about sex, aparently.

“Matty…” You moaned, causing Matt’s hands to wrap around your back. He couldn’t help it, not when you said his name like that. Not only were you getting yourself off on his thigh, you were getting yourself off to him. He was the one making you whimper like this, his thigh was bringing you the friction you needed. You whimpered again, as if to confirm what he was thinking. He felt his cock twitch at your voice, already hard from the slight friction of your legs. He could move you over his crotch so easily, direct you to grind down on him. He could pull down his pants, move your underwear aside, and slot himself in you so easily.

But he shouldn’t, he reminded himself. Couldn’t. This was wrong, you were asleep. Even though he knew how you felt, even though he knew you wanted him, this was wrong. I mean, seriously, what was he doing? You were asleep. He needed to move you off him, needed to sleep on the floor. This wasn’t right, it was beyond wrong. 

His name fell from your lips again, though, a sweet cry of pleasure, and something snapped within him. He didn’t care if he was bad for you. He didn’t care if he would ruin you, or hurt you eventually. Not right now, no. All his worries, all his fears fell away. All he could taste, touch, feel, or smell was you.

He had to have you.

He had to give in to temptation. 

All of the sudden, Matt heard your heart race. Your eyes fluttered open, confused to see Matt so close. You were just dreaming about him, of course. So why was he so close? Why wasn’t he on the other side of the bed? You soon realized your legs were on his thigh, arms around his shoulders. You were soaking wet too, your arousal leaking onto his thigh. Your dream wasn’t a dream. You were actually using his thigh to get you off. 

You panicked and began to move off him, but his arms wrapped around your back kept you flush against him. 

“Who told you to stop?” Matt rumbled, voice still filled with sleep. His tone was all low and grovely, sending shocks straight to you core. 

“Matt…” you whispered as his hands moved to your hips, slowly shifting you off his thigh and onto his lap. He shifted himself up on the bed and pulled you flush across your chest. Your lips were only inches apart now. You couldn’t really see his face, the only light in the room was the sliver from between the curtains. All you could see was the outline of his face, his lips in front of yours. 

“You want this?” His thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs, an invitation to say no. Despite his position, despite his wanting to take charge, he was giving you an out.

And that’s when you knew you were in.

You didn’t even answer him, just brought your hands to the back of his head and smashed his lips against yours. Even though it had been a few hours, you could still taste the whiskey on his tongue. His kisses were fiery, open mouth, and passionate; it was all too much and not enough at the same time. You began rocking your hips again, grinding your core down on his crotch. He was hard beneath you, his cock slotting right between your thighs through the fabric. The contact caused you both to groan; Matt’s grip on your hips tightened, bringing you down on him harder. You moved your hips faster, breaking the kiss and burying your head on Matt’s shoulder. 

“Thaaat’s it, take what you need, pretty girl,” Matt murmured in the darkness. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d only kissed you once, but he knew he’d need to taste you for the rest of his life. Your mouth was so incredibly warm, so incredibly sweet. Just like you. In the back of his mind, his conscience was screaming at him to stop. But he didn’t care. He had held back for so long, refused to give in to temptation for as long as he could manage. But he was weak. He couldn’t do it anymore. 

The heart wanted what it wanted, and his heart wanted you.

“Need you, Matty,” you said as you picked up your head, resting your forehead on his. His fingers found the edge of your(cross out)  his shirt, tugging just slightly so you’d feel the movement. He was asking for your permission, you thought. How sweet. You nodded against his head and he pulled the fabric up, throwing it somewhere across the room. At the scent of your newly exposed skin, Matt groaned. He heard the blood rush to your nipples, making them peak. He took your breasts in his hands, feeling the weight and soft skin. His thumbs brushed your nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch.

“Matty…” You groaned as he began to kiss down your neck, sloppily and slowly. He was careful not to suck too hard on your neck, afraid of leaving visible marks you’d have to cover tomorrow for the hearing. But once he got to your collarbones, the parts your shirts would cover, well, that was free reign. You couldn’t help but buck your hips as he left his mark on you, littering your collarbones and chest in light purple bruises. He licked his way down to your breasts, nuzzling the soft flesh with his nose. He couldn’t get enough of your scent, it was incredible. He wrapped his mouth around your right nipple, grazing the pebbled skin with his teeth. You arched into his touch again, grinding your hips down a little harder than normal.

“Matt…” You groaned again, causing Matt to release your breast with a pop. He looked up at you as your fingers found their way in his hair. He looked beautiful like this, the soft light from outside illuminating his features just enough.

“Yes…” He teased, resting his head on your chest as he looked up.

“Said I need you,” You mumbled as you swivelled your hips against his to prove your point. Matt knew what you meant, of course. But he wanted to tease you a little further. He’s been dreaming of this moment for months, holding himself back from what he really wanted. But now that he had you, he wanted to make it last. He didn’t know if there would be another moment like this, not after you discovered the real him. He had to draw this out.

“You have me,” he answered back, nuzzling in your chest once more. But you didn’t like that answer. You were painfully wet, had been since the almost kiss before bed. You needed him, and now. 

“I said… I need… you,” you said as you raked your hands down Matt’s chest, eventually finding the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath hitched as he felt your fingers slip under the fabric, knowing what was next. He sat up in anticipation, leaning against the headboard of the bed. He was going commando, just as you thought. Cocky bitch. Your hand found his cock, painfully hard against his stomach and leaking precum from the tip. He was weeping for you. You couldn’t help but take pity on him, wrapping your hands around him and stroking up. 

Matt shuddered at the contact, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Your touch was incredible, he didn’t think he could ever get enough. You knew just how to work him, long, slow strokes while rubbing the tip with your thumb. He had never had sex with someone who knew immedately what he liked on the first go around. He cursed himself for holding back for so long.

Who knew forbidden fruit could be so sweet?

While you were still stroking him, Matt sat up on the bed, finding the waistband of your underwear. He didn’t pull it off yet, instead electing to run his fingers under the waistband across your skin. After a few seconds, you removed your hand from his cock, kneeling up on the bed and pulling his sweatpants down. Matt whimpered at the loss of contact, but he could sense you only a few feet away. You then took off your own underwear, throwing it across the room before hopping back on his lap. His hands immediately found your hips again, but he was surprised when you used your knees to raise yourself up. Then he realized: you were going to ride him.

“Gotta prep you first,” Matt mumbled in the darkness, grip tightening on your hips to move you off. But you held your ground, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention.

“Just want you,” You whispered in the darkness. It was true, you did just want him. You had dreamt about this for months, about what it would finally feel like to be filled with him. To have his arms wrapped around you as he pounded into you, his stubble rough against your chest. And now that that moment was in sight, well, you weren’t going to wait any longer.

“Sweetheart… let me at least eat you out a little bit. Please?” Matt tilted his bed, giving his best pout. He didn’t want to hurt you, he wanted to take things slow. Make sure you were ready for him, make sure this was as amazing for you as it was for him. You were good, kind, sweet, soft. You deserved to be treated with grace.

“Matt…” You began to stroke his cock up and down your folds, coating him in your slick. His senses already kicked into overdrive at the feeling, he couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like when he was inside you. 

“I-it… it’ll hurt,” he shuttered, already losing his composure as you teased your entrance with his tip. You leaned in close, as if to kiss him, but you paused just before you reached his lips. Instead, you took your free hand and grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand up to wrap around your throat.

“And who says I don’t like the pain?” 

And with that, you began to sink down on him slowly, relishing in the painful stretch. Matt was right, he probably should have prepped you first. But the pain was pleasurable because it was Matt causing it. His grip tightened around your throat lightly, just enough so he could feel your pulse underneath. You both cried out in pleasure as you bottomed out, the feeling of Matt filling you too much to bear. 

Before you could set the pace, however, Matt bucked his hips up into yours. Inside you, his tip brushed your cervix, causing you to gasp in pleasure. You began to move up and down slowly, intent on building the pace.

But Matt had other plans.

He removed his hand from your throat, gripping both your hips as tight as he could. He began to bounce you up and down at an insanely fast pace, intent to bring you to your peak as fast as possible. He brushed your cervix with each thrust, hitting so deep inside of you you thought you would burst. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, your whines, and Matt’s grunts. 

You had no words. No thoughts in your brain. All you could do was sit there and take it as Matt pounded into you, the pleasure clouding your thoughts. It was incredible; you had had nothing like it before.

Matt took your silence as shock, however, and decided to tease you a little more. There was still so much he wanted to try, still so much he wanted to do. But with the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter as you moved closer to your peak… he wasn’t going to last long.

“B-begging for it e-earlier,” He began, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You were getting closer and closer with each thrust, as he moved you up and down. 

“B-but now y-you can’t t-take it, huh?” You couldn’t form words, all you could do was moan in response. This was incredible… Matt was incredible. 

“Y-yes. You. Can,” He emphasized each word with each downstroke, your skin slapping against his. On one particular thrust, while you were flat on his lap, Matt thrusted up into you. You cried out in pleasure, his movement bringing you to your peak. Your vision went blank, mind numb. All you could think was one word:

Bliss.

As you collapsed on top of him, Matt continued to thrust until his own end. It was only a few strokes after you; with your walls squeezing him like a vice, and your lips mumbling his name, he couldn’t take it. He came with a groan, not even bothering to ask if he could come inside. Everything felt too incredible to form words. You laid on his chest for a few minutes, as his fingers rubbed soft circles on your hips and back. A silent apology for the bruises he was sure to leave. You made a silent agreement to talk it out tomorrow, whatever it was. Unbeknownst to you, you both wanted more. But you’d figure that out later. All that mattered to you right now was the sound of Matt’s heartbeat, the warmth of his arms on your back. All that mattered was him.  After your breathing finally slowed, Matt carefully placed you beside him on the bed. He got up, returning after a moment with a warm washcloth. He began to clean between your thighs as he spoke.

“I didn’t mean to cum inside, I-”

“S’fine, Matty, pill. Come backkkk” you whined, reaching your arms up and out for him. He couldn’t help but smile at your adorableness as he threw the washcloth on the floor, crawling back to you slowly. Once he was in reach, you immediately snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. Matt wrapped both his arms around you fiercely, protecting you from the cold and the outside world. 

You hummed in contentment as Matt finally settled in. Your eyes were closed, but Matt reached a hand up and brushed your hair away anyway.

“G’night, Matt,” You mumbled into his chest, already halfway into a dream.

“Good night, Sweetheart,” Matt whispered back, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He only had one thought in his head before he fell asleep. 

He was so glad he gave into temptation.

FIN

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Unreleased (3)

HYBE security waves you in after you sign the guest log. Out of habit, you head straight to the turnstile to swipe your card pass, only to realize that of course, you don't have it anymore.

Joon was waiting for you by the couches near the elevator. He wasn't on his phone or flipping through one of the magazines on the table. He was just staring ahead at the floor-to-ceiling window at the other end of the hallway, absent-mindedly cracking his knuckles. Obviously, he hasn't noticed your arrival. You take a deep breath and call him out. "Hey, Joon." His eyes shift towards the direction where your voice came from. He looks at you and a small smile plays on the corner of his lips, his dimple slightly denting his right cheek. He stands up, and you resist the urge to give him a running hug. You suddenly want nothing else but to bury your face in his chest and feel his arms around you. "Y/N. Wow. Uh, wow. You're really - you're really here." You've forgotten how cute he is when he stutters.

Now that you've gotten a full view of him, you noticed that like Jimin, he has bulked up, highlighted by the buzz cut he's sporting. He runs a hand through his short hair and smiles sheepishly when he sees your wide, questioning eyes. "No, no... nothing to do with enlistment. Not soon, anyway. It's hot, and my hair's just giving me a hard time." Is this the "mess" of a Namjoon that Jimin and Yoongi were talking about the other day? Because you see no mess. He looks...fine. It's the same Joon you woke up with and spent the day with for a good four years of your life.

But the minute you enter rkive, you see the mess. Sheets of papers were scattered on the console, on the floor, and some on the couch. It seems that he was eating before he met you on the ground floor. There's a half-finished sandwich and a can of Sprite beside it. He puts aside two pillows to give you space to sit on the couch. You settle on the familiar softness of the cushion. It still fits your frame the way it did when you slept there while Joon was working his ass off Indigo. When it was time to eat or go home, he'd rub the tip of his nose on yours to wake you up, and you'd open your eyes to his dimpled smile lovingly gazing down at you.

Joon pulls his desk chair towards the couch so he's sitting right across you. "You left without telling me," were the first words he said. But his tone was soft rather than sounding like he wants to pick a fight. "I'm sorryyyy..." you roll the last syllable because your mind was racing thinking of what to say next. You were still gauging his mood based on his stance, which seems quite relaxed considering how things went down three years ago. At some point, you felt more tense than you were supposed to. "I just knew you were in the middle of promotions and other things. And I had to get out before the travel lockdown," you recall. Come to think of it, 2020 was a chaotic year for the whole world.

"You could've at least texted me. Or left a voice message. Even before your plane took off." Again, his tone was soft. You were not prepared for this softness because this was not the last image of Joon in your head. "I know. I'm really sorry," was all you could say. He shifts in his seat so he's leaning forward, elbows on his knees. You avoid making eye contact but you can feel he's looking at you intently. "How are you, Y/N?" Then he reaches for your hand and holds it. You stare at both of your hands on your lap, tears springing from your eyes. You suddenly feel all the bottled-up emotions from the past three years coming to the surface. Does he have any idea of the hell you went through? The nights you cried yourself to sleep? The guilt you have to live with for the rest of your life? How dare he hold your hand like the past three years were nothing?!

You jerk his hand away and give the most hurtful look you could muster. This startles him so he rolls his chair further back to his console. He sees your tears and a look of worry washes over his face. "Y/N. Y/N. Oh god, you're crying. I'm sorry, I don't know how to go through with this. I - I - oh god this is going all wrong." He's no longer cute when he's stuttering.

Your sobs have spiraled out of control to full-blown crying. You wanted to do so many things at once - get up and leave, stop crying, hurl the nearest hard object at him - but you remain frozen on the couch bawling your eyes out. He tentatively puts a box of tissue on the table in front of you, together with a bottle of room temp water. You open the bottle and take a long sip. Once you felt that you've gathered enough wits, you stand up and head for the door but turn around to face him before opening it.

"How can you act as if the past three years have been nothing? Oh, I get it. I'm the only one who's supposed to suffer because I was the one who cheated. I was the one who wronged you and will bear the guilt for the rest of my life. So, how has it been for you, huh? You seem fine! Otherwise, you wouldn't be this relaxed and soft and calm! I guess you've moved on, huh? OF COURSE, YOU HAVE! It's always the dumper who gets the upper hand, anyway. Well just for you to know, Kim Namjoon, I HAVEN'T! I'm still stuck in that memory of you telling me to get the hell out of your apartment! Do you know why I never told you I was leaving for good? Because I know you wouldn't care! What difference will it make? Will you storm through the gates of Incheon to stop me? I know you won't! You wouldn't let a normal girl like me ruin the image of a perfect idol like you."

Okay. That last sentence was not necessary. You know that would sting Joon the most. But you blurted it out already and Joon is a firm believer of what's done is done. There's no point in retracting your words. And sting, they did. By the time you finished your outburst, Joon winced and slumped back in his chair. He opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him before he could get them out. "It was a bad decision for me to come over. I honestly thought it was gonna be awkward for both of us. I did not expect you to act this way. AT ALL." You storm out of his studio, and down the hall to the elevator. Yoongi was just stepping out of it but before he can even say hello, you've already punched the button for the ground floor and the doors slid close.

[ourolite]

　　 　 ༅ 𝒳īn'yuè 𝒜n zhōng 𐙚 ˙

♱ sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ mr. àn zhōng, àn zhōng sir, xīn, papa sheen, papa, joey, darling xīn, stink ass, boss, your highness, boss baby, mr. nigga, xīn bezos, papí xīn, that uh cologne guy, macho hombre, faggot (from neso <3), cojones, papa yuè, mr. ah-show, mr. sheeny, blu and maju’s daddy, sexy, sexy xīn, zhōng zhōng, daddy, daddy xīn.

ᰍ overall notables. Walks with his hands half-way in his pockets; it’s a natural habit, really, like being unable to leave the world without a cigarette behind his ear (unless he’s at work, then it’s in the pack). He also walks around with a pistol at all times along with ibuprofen (iykyk… but ur also crazy if you do). Knows a… great deal of self-defense and physical fighting techniques considering his parents’ history; you’ll likely get a glance of that around his girls since he teaches them things. Speaking of them, no one knows about their shape-shifting abilities but very close and very trustworthy people. Even so, he would rather not overwhelm them with unnecessary fame; people are very… strange. HAS DIMPLES! Very evident since he tends to be on the giggly side outside of work especially with his girls, though if you want to see them more, tickle them. Trust me. Although he's a grown ass man, he’s a very sensitive man. ᰍ standard physical facts. has tattoos on his arms and chest, but specially has a tattoo on his hip that is designed as a hand gun, which is shown here. has a designated scent of cologne he made for himself that isn’t on the market, for that is his signature scent (sometimes his boyfriends would smell of it as well, but merely because they get rather physical with him). always have a cigarette on him no matter one, generally behind his ear.

დ modern au notables! in a modern setting, xīn’yuè is the Chief Executive Officer of a intercontinental company called “Àn Zhōng”; you could also infer that it’s a family business hence the title. because of his position, fame, and lack of time, xīn is not the man you could casually encounter at any time, let alone call and expect him to pick up after two rings. he’s your stereotypical workaholic who struggles to make time for his family, let alone for himself; the idea of relaxing is such a discomforting feeling. generally, considering that he encounters more renowned faces, he’s intimidating yet polite, respectful with a sense of superiority, eloquent yet narcissistic-seeming. he’s quite the hell of a CEO in his workspace, but when he’s around others that he trusts, his whole persona fades. although he still wants to possess a sense of control and order, his warmth, comfortability, and genuineness is disclosed much more, especially around his daughters or-… puppies? yeah, anyway… he may be closed off when it comes to emotions, but this the same man that will remember any date, fact, and peeve about you, for his consideration runs deeply.

დ genshin au notables! similar to modern, you guessed it, his sexy lil’ self still owns this said business, but instead it’s inazuma-originated. although you may obviously find his boutiques within other nations, the most authentic fragrances will be supplied in inazuma, as it is the home of this brand and it’s where the headquarters reside in. his personality notables hasn’t changed much, for he’s still this stoic man unless he’s completely fond of you, which prompts him to soften up quite a bit. he often travels much more, however, having more free time in the genshin realm since modern relies on realism whereas genshin is… genshin. he often travels to liyue and sumeru the most; liyue’s aethetics and food is quite lovely, not to mention one of his boyfriends, indigo, live there. as for sumeru, the same reason applies, but instead of indigo, it’s circe who resides deep within the forests somewhere in a cozy cottage. as an adult, it’s natural for him to linger around other ones… adulting. i vividly see him and ayato and kokomi casually hanging around, but i’m also seeing remnants of zhongli for obvious tales.

დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-four (24). ᰍ birthday. january 1st. ᰍ nationality, race + ethnicity. (varies depending on au), asian, + chinese & korean. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male, he/him, bicurious.

ᰍ sun sign. capricorn. ᰍ MBTI. estj-a (the assertive executive).

ᰍ likes. solitaire! (though complex card games are always entertaining for him as a whole). jacobaea maritimas. coffee (but like unnecessarily sweet). cleaning and room refurnishing, it’s an obsession. rose baths w/ installed heater? mh. etymology (for brand inspo). herbalism, naturally. tight fitted shirts. scarfs. eyebrow threading (but uh.. the sanitary version). squid pho! puppies! (a sucker for them..). champagne rosé. traveling or sightseeing! theaters. earthy-based snacks (e.g — sunflower seeds, trail mix, pistachios, etc.). silvery decorative or purposeful plants/flowers (ersatz or purifying plants? sign him up). feeling trusted. casinos. beanies, bro’s always in a damn beanie. HIKING!!! FOOD!!! extremely fucking foodie; loves zolene’s food. puzzles! orange oil. geocaching. soft jazz while being productive. hand creams. facebook & pinterest. circe yuè’il & indigo, but that’s classified. family game shows (wildn’ out, family feud, etc.). hair collection machines or lint rollers. scalp massages, ‘specially when getting his hair washed. aromatherapy, ‘specially diffusers. watching the news. homemade facials/face masks. gift-giving and spoiling his loved ones. POKER. crystals (guilty pleasure… thanks a lot, jihane). camping. idioms or silly puns in general. cruise ships. people watching. hair masks. gua sha. body masks. shirodhara. manicures. loafers. coffee, but like so sweet to the point where it’s a dessert. gun ranges. horror films. art galleries. leather, no matter if he’s wearing it or not. & playing pool. ᰍ dislikes. ironically, judgmental people. having his time wasted on bullshit. cigarette smells (he scrubs the EPIDERMIS layer off his skin tryna get that shit off). not fond of sweets; indifferent to some. impatient individuals relaxing a little too much. when the house is a little too quiet. unsanitary kinks (wish someone would spit in his mf mouth). unnecessary body modifications, especially piercings. scent making (not a tedious process but the incessant smell is migraine inducing). people who can’t and don’t fucking listen, though getting them to listen is entertaining. mud; cold and wet weather. people lacking basic manners. cigarettes, the smell is terrible. obnoxious & idiotic trends. his face being touched. embezzlement. manic or psychotic fans. nosey fans. being late to anything. clubs or raves. specific birds (some are straight up dinosaurs). scammers or desperate salesmen. canopy beds. small spaces. BUGS & RODENTS & REPTILES. spirituality (doesn’t believe in such) or astrology. overly flirty individuals, overly sexual individuals or topics. horseback riding. & new years (like… his whole birthday is forgotten).

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Good Night ୨୧ “Tired? Well, lay that droopy head of yours down and quickly, or else you’ll start growing those hideous lunates under your eyes. By the way, were you aware that it’s becoming some sort of “look” now? The whole… “tired aesthetic” thing is … Hm? You too are familiar with someone with eye bags? Does this friend of yours also have a smart ass mouth and a pair of cat ears? Hm, a small world…”

About Zolene Irene ୨୧ “Oh, yeah, the little sunset girl. How has she been for the past few weeks? … You’re asking for my opinion on her? For what reason? … Genuine curiosity? Hm… *quickly mumbles* Well, since it’s respectful of me to answer your question first… I think highly of the woman and I believe that her rowdiness would take her… somewhere … *painfully awkward silence* … Completely genuine, completely.”

Sunny Days ୨୧ “What a lovely surprise *sneering, but then relents* … Have the goodness for me, universe. This body cream costs a lung and I made it…”

About Neso ୨୧ “Ah, yes, that genie… A Dao, if I’m correct. Not the best influence, but also not the worst. I’ve personally seen worse *frowns a bit as he thinks of illūnis* … Enough of that.. Neso is a recurring customer, and I was one to never forget a face and the atrocities that that face has created. In short, she’s prohibited from entering a few of my boutiques as well as Circe’s property...”

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[oceanstide]

7, 11, 27 & 28 <3

[for the writing ask] So sorry for the late response!

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Jason rolled his eyes, mumbling ‘dramatic-ass’ and gestured for Dick to continue, “So anyway I continued his work and sprinkled some things I know of this case.” Dick finished, taking a deep inhale and pursed his lips. “It’s in here.” His hand rummaged the pocket of his jeans and took out a flash-drive. A chuckle escaped Jason’s lips, “A little old-fashioned huh?” “Couldn’t risk using the email. And it saves paper.” Dick smiled, his dimples forming on both his cheeks. He took a few steps closer and placed the flash-drive to Jason’s table. “Needed an excuse too.” Dick mumbled.

Does this count as a snippet or is it too much

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

"Being with you was the happiest thing I've ever experienced, Dick. Thank you. I'm sorry."

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

tbh none at all, but.. if I had to say I feel my strongest area would be writing dialogue

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

tension and world-building! i have 2 or 3 wips that requires world-building and has a lot of tension so it's quite the challenge

[jkoo-njoo]

Love serenades

pairing : husband! Namjoon x wife! black fem reader

summary : Namjoon is being way too focused on this book right now, while you’re not being hugged. This needs to change.

genre : 100% fluff & domesticity

word count : 915

warning : none !

author’s note : Namjoon has short dirty blond hair. And he’s got his very big prescription glasses on lol it makes him look so so cute. Also, I’m mentioning sensuality in this fic ; and I mean the literal sense of the word : attraction to senses, here, the touch. My OCs are always asexuals, so no sex is implied hehe. Enjoy my loves ! <3

You just finished your self care routine in your shared bathroom with your husband, and you’re now heading to bed.

As you climb on it, you reach Namjoon’s level, hovering over him. He is reading a book. He looks so adorable when he’s focused with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his big glasses sitting proudly at the top of his nose.

It was a book about feminism and philosophy named born in 1982, Kim Jiyoung if you recall well. He’s been deep into it for a few days now, and you can’t wait for his personal analysis of the book and his review.

It’s one of the many special habits you have between the two of you : whenever one reads a book, they must to make a review of it to the other. You absolutely love the moments when he makes his little presentation and reviews the book to you, because he is so eager to share his knowledge and his point of view he always prepares them with so much dedication, it’s very endearing to witness. That’s why when you see that he starts a book, you light up inside, impatient for when he finishes it.

Anyways, as of now he was no where near finished, and you, on the other hand, were in great need of some affection.

You’ve always been a touchy person and you’re really open and comfortable with displaying affection ; being very sensual with your partner was your love language. And while you’ve learnt to align your clingy nature as much as possible with namjoon’s more laid back and distant one ; you had your moments where u needed a bit more touch than usual.

And this was definitely one of those times !

You’ve been standing over Namjoon for a while now and he still hasn’t moved an inch. He must be really invested in his book. How cute. But, I need his cute ass to pay attention to me.

So, you bent a little, just enough to align with his forehead, and place a soft and delicate kiss. The kiss was very gentle, as if his skin was porcelaine and you did not want to chatter it. Then, you did the same on his cheek. One on the left. One on the right.

By now, he was smiling with that soft dimpled one he does whenever he feels shy and overwhelmed with attention. Again. How cute.

You couldn’t refrain yourself from grinning back.

Then, you spoke up.

— You seem really invested into that one book babe. I know you’re about to make a fire review of it, but could you please tell me about the passage you’re reading right now ?

His eyes lit up.

— Of course angel. Cmon, lay on my chest, I’ll tell you all about it. Then, you’ll tell to me about your day. Deal ?

It was your turn for your face to light up.

— Deal.

As you answer him, you shift yourself to come in between the sheets and lay on his sides, your head on his chest. You angle your head so that you’re facing the book so you can read while he makes his explanations.

You’re actively waiting for him to start, but he stays silent.

As you look up, you catch Namjoon looking at you with heart eyes. You’ve never seen this much passion and intensity in his stare.

It startles you a bit. You giggle.

— What ?

He smiles.

— Nothing.

— I’m waiting for the review siiiir ! if you don’t start soon, I’ll bite your nipples.

You were being absolutely silly and it was making him feel dizzy with love. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling this way when he looks at you.

Finally he confesses.

— Have I ever told you about how beautiful you are ?

— Yes, everyday.

You already know where this is going : a serenade about how much he loves you. He’s so random sometimes, but that’s what you appreciate in him.

— How every time I see you, my heart skips a beat ? How lucky I am that you’re my wife ? And how thankful I am that I get to share my love for you everyday ?

You were about to make fun of him for being sappy, but it still affected you every time he did this. It does feel good to be constantly reminded by the person that you’re sharing your heart with that they’re actually happy and grateful to have you in their life.

It’s melting your heart, and you were already quite sensitive by your need of affection. Oh God.

He keeps going. His heart is beating faster.

— I hope you’re aware that I’m being completely honest every single time I say these things to you. And I’ll repeat it, over and over again, so that you never ever doubt the feelings I have.

— Oh my God shut up. I’m about to cry. When did we stray from you reviewing your book to you showering me with love paroles.

Your eyes start watering, and eventually, a tear falls. Then another. And another again.

— Even when you cry, you’re so pretty. My pretty little crybaby.

And that was the last straw for you, causing you to definitely shut him up with a kiss.

Needless to say, you finish the night kissing and cuddling your bestfriend and lover ; and you couldn’t be happier. He feels the same.

Masterlist <3

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

____

You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[aerimomo-mellon]

Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

[weareallstoriesintheend]

The Neighbours - Chapter 5 (Adam Sackler x Plus-size!Reader)

Summary: You move into a new neighbourhood, new apartment building and straight into a new life. On your first arrival into this new world you’re greeted by a man that will make more of an impression that you ever could have expected.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - The Rooftop

Words: 1,805

“I’m pretty sure this is illegal”

“It isn’t, Ray told me about it” Adam said rounding the top of the ladder and stepping out onto the roof.

You looked up and watched him disappear out of view over the rooftop, a pretty background of a starry sky outlining his broad frame.

“Ray?! Goodie two-shoes Ray told you how to break the law?” you breathlessly laughed. You saw you didn’t have far to go, thankfully.

He tutted loudly and shouted down to you, “It’s not breaking the law… I think. Will you hurry up and get up here!”

“I’m trying! Not all of us have thigh muscles like you you know? It’s hard getting an ass this big to do anything” you panted slightly, legs trembling just a little underneath you as you hauled yourself up the last two steps.

You huffed as you reached the top, trying to catch your breath, and your ass was met with a prompt smack and a deep rumbling voice in your ear, “It’s a nice ass so I’m not complaining, it can take all the time it needs”

You laughed, pushing him away playfully, “It’s an ass that could probably do with getting fitter. Where the hell are we anyway?”

He pointed up at and you followed with your eyes.

“It’s one of the only places in the city where the smog lifts enough at night that you can see the stars”

You gazed up, taking in the vast expanse of sky above you. It was beautiful, a deep darkness dotted with blinking stars. You didn’t notice your jaw had dropped open a little until Adam chucked his finger under your chin to close it.

Blushing you smiled at him, “Thank you”

“My pleasure”

Then something popped into your mind, something he’d said a few moments ago, “Ray told you about this place?”

He nodded and you continued, “When?”

Adams eyebrows knitted together as he thought, “Aboooouuut 2 days ago, why?”

“How did that come about?”

Your chest clenched in anticipation of the answer, even more so when he smiled, “I asked him where I could take a pretty girl”

“Aaah. So I’m here to vet the location for her am I?” you joked and he rolled his eyes.

Grasping you by the arms he hunched his shoulders to bring himself closer to you, “You stop that right now”

You nodded, a little in shock of his sudden sincerity. He dropped his hands from your arms and unlinked his red backpack from his shoulders, “I brought supplies!”

A blanket and foil wrapped packages were produced. He unrolled the blanket, dutifully straightening out the corners that he pinned down with electric pillar candles that he picked out the backpack and switched on one by one.

You watched in silent fascination as he laid everything out, reserving one corner for the food as he unwrapped sandwiches.

Next he hitched his hoodie off over his head, neatly folded it and placed it down. He patted it pointedly, making you giggle, “For your head m’lady”

You laughed and stepped forward, you manoeuvred so that you could sit down and rest your head back against his hoodie. As you lay back you were surrounded by the smell of him. There was something oddly comforting being surrounded by the scent of his cologne, shower gel and something uniquely him. You’d felt it before in hugs or when he sat too close when you watched movies, sometimes you’d even get flashes of it in the hallway when he wasn’t even there.

You nestled back as he shuffled in beside you, laying his head on his now empty backpack, and began gleefully pointing out the constellations he knew. You watched his face as he spoke; the way his cheeks dimpled in deep lines or how he scrunched his nose when he laughed at his own joke.

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Once again the evening was calm, eating sandwiches and talking as usual except this time with an unusual backdrop of a beautiful nights sky. The light from the candles illuminated the scene perfectly and despite the chill in the air a deep warmth drifted through you.

“I missed you” He said suddenly.

You coughed a little, choking on the bite of sandwich, you swallowed harshly and said “You did? You saw me the other day”

“Liiiike a week ago! I saw that book you let me borrow on my kitchen table the other day and I was like where the fuck is she? I miss her”

A broad smile cracked your wind chilled cheeks, “I missed you too”

You took a second to take in what you could see of the skyline, still fascinated by being able to see the stars so clearly. There really was something simply perfect about a clear nights sky.

When you turned you caught him staring at you again. A couple of times throughout the night you’d looked up to see his eyes on you, always with a smile tugging at his lips. You hadn’t said anything before now except crooking an inquisitive eyebrow to which he had not responded.

You placed your empty foil wrapping down beside you and turned your body to him, sitting fully up as he was.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there sauce on my face?” you wiped at your mouth self-consciously but his expression didn’t change nor did he speak.

Without giving you a second to breathe he dived forward, his hand capturing the side of your face to hold you still and his lips colliding with yours. You breathed in heavily through your nose, your only way of gasping at the strange sensation that rippled across your skin.

A split second later you allowed yourself to enjoy this moment. For once you allowed yourself a second to have a ridiculously attractive man gather you in his arms and devour you with eager lips. You sighed into his kiss, soft lips sliding so perfectly against his. His taste was so addicting, the feeling of his nose pressing into your cheek – all of it so intoxicating that you forgot yourself for just a moment.

But reality slapped you round the back of the head and suddenly your body felt strange, you were suddenly hyper aware of yourself and of his touch at your waist. You shuffled but he captured your shoulders instead, large hands encompassing them.

Something didn’t feel right, you couldn’t completely relax. Your mind sounded like a thousand voices telling you this wasn’t ok. Your shoulders tensed up and the hands he had placed there lifted hesitantly.

“You want me to slow down?” he whispered against your lips, you paused for a moment to internally chastise yourself for being so stupid before you nodded and he backed away.

You stammered in fear, “I-I’m sorry it’s just…”

“Nah, seriously don’t worry about it”

Thankfully his smile was still earnest as he watched you, thumb still stroking gently against your arm, “Let me get you home”

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The subway ride home was awkward and quiet. You made small talk and Adam, respectfully, kept his distance from you. Even more so than usual his hands remained in his lap instead of touching your arm as he spoke, his eyes were downcast but not solemn.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately you hadn’t quite decided, the quiet had given you time to think. This all felt like a dream you’d made up, a stupid little fantasy of the girl who can’t have the handsome man for herself. You weren’t the one people had crushes on, you weren’t the one with one thousand matches on dating apps. You were the ignored and the friend.

You were a damn good friend. You’d proven that and maybe you’d done that too well. Perhaps Adam had tricked himself into feelings. Maybe he was deluded, maybe he was trying out a new kink.

But what you were certain of is that you didn’t feel deserving of his affections. All of this quite frankly felt ridiculous. It was like you were waiting for your school bully to pop out from the shadows pointing and laughing.

You both walked the short journey back to your building, tiptoeing up the stairs as to not cause a ruckus at such a late hour.

Taking a deep breath, you dared to speak your thoughts out loud before he disappeared into his apartment for the night, “It’s not that I wanted you to slow down…”

His eyebrows furrowed and he turned more towards you, giving you permission to carry on.

“It’s not that I wanted you to slow down, I guess it’s just that...” you sighed and plucked up your courage, “It’s hard to believe someone that looks like you could like someone that looks like me. Like me… like that… you know? I know that’s horrifically cliché or whatever but in my personal experience guys like you don’t give people who look like me the time of fucking day”

You were gesturing wildly to yourself and him, hands shaking a little as you did so. You rolled your eyes at yourself; you were making no sense and anxiety tightened its way around your chest reminding you that you were probably making this worse and pushing him further away. You were making yourself feel sick at how cliché and expected this all was. You should have seen it coming and never let it get this far. As your brain began its usual rigmarole of chastising itself you hadn’t realised, he was still watching you.

He tilted his head and laughed softly, “You don’t know what I like”

“Then what do you like?”

You noticed as his eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips and back, “I like you” he stated matter of factly.

You stared down at the floor for a second in the aftermath of his words; anxiety still nestled at home in your chest as you tried to still your breathing. Looking up from your feet, eyebrows raised in question, you didn’t say a word. Adam began to step closer to you, a seductive smile creeping up his face.

“Mmmhmm” he nodded teasingly, he got closer till he was leaning over you against the door frame just like last time, “I. Like. You”

This time one of his hands reached up and traced fingertips up your bare arm, you fought against the shiver that threatened to wreck its way through your body at the sensation.

You tucked yourself under his chin, hiding your face into his chest with a shy whine masked as a giggle. He chuckled, resting his chin on your head for a split second before placing his lips firmly into your hair. He rests there, letting you breathe him in before his fingers return to their tracing patterns on your arm.

“Do you want to come in?”

[foli-vora]

more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

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“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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[bluejaem]

7 THINGS — J.JH

❝ The seven things I like about you. Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's. When we kiss, I'm hypnotized. You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both I'll have to buy. Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright. I wanna be with the one I know. And the seventh thing I like the most that you do. You make me love you. ❞ — ♫ 7 things by miley cyrus

↳ PAIRING — jaehyun × gn!reader

↳ GENRE — tooth-rotting fluff lmao, slight angst in the end, post-break-up!au

↳ WORD COUNT — 2.16k ; « 8 min »

↳ WARNING/S — a kiss, mentions of food at one point, like one curse word ig

↳ PLAYLIST — paris in the rain by lauv :: fly away with me by nct 127 :: king of my heart by taylor swift

↳ A/N — perhaps I fell in love with jaehyun while writing this fjsnfjdjf. low-key plagiarised some of my own works while writing this lMaO. Anyways, I just hit my 3-month mark with this blog on this hellsite. So this is a celebratory work ig?

↳ SYNOPSIS — Sure, he broke your heart. But you still weren’t over him. No matter how much you tried, he was the only one in your heart.

And here lie the 7 things you love about jaehyun.

the first thing — your eyes looking in mine

“Ooh, do you remember this one? We took this on our first ever date. You were so cute then — not that you still aren't—” you pulled out the polaroid picture of the two of you from the album and showed it to Jaehyun, who was sitting beside you.

But he turned out to be staring at you.

His eyes were like an empty canvas, gradually being painted with love after every moment that passed. His eyes were always gentle. They looked at you with a softness you had never encountered before. The gaze that was filled with nothing but warmth and fondness. His eyes that spoke a thousand words at once. With a thousand tales to tell.

You were lost.

Lost in his eyes. For who knows how long. But all that mattered was that he was too.

“What?” you giggled when you saw him smile. “nothing, you're just really endearing,” he gushed.

This statement was soon followed by a shy smile taking over your face. He couldn't help but chuckle at this sight. How you'd always shy away whenever he complimented you. Or how you'd try to be the flirty one, but when he said something next, you'd be the flustered one.

He loved the fact that he still had the same effect on you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the second thing — your smile

“hi bubs, and what's your name?” you crouched down to talk to the little toddler holding onto her mother's hand. “I'm Zoey!” the girl replied. 

“Hi, Zoey! I'm y/n!” you flashed her your sweetest smile and put your hand forward for a handshake. She returned your smile with the same amount of affection and shook hands with you.

“And this is uncle Jaehyun,” you take Jaehyun by his hand and make him crouch down beside you.

“Hi, Zoey! That's such a pretty name!” Jaehyun cooed with delight. “Thank you,” the girl giggled, and you did too.

The way his smile grew wider, the dimples making an effortless appearance. He adored you so much, and you had no idea about it.

“Bye!” you waved Zoey and her mom goodbye and turned to look at a smiling Jaehyun.

His eyes, his lips, and his spirit all at once smiled at you. He paints a ray of sunshine all over his face. His smile lights up your world — always. His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. In his sweet smile is all the love you'll ever need.

And there you went, falling for him all over again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the third thing — your hand in mine

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he finished tying the black cloth on your eyes.

“with my life,” you replied, feeling the soft fabric of the clothing on your eyes.

“Well, then,” he smiles, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a surprise that awaits you.

The warmth of his hands penetrating through your skin. The way your hand fit perfectly in his. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours was one that couldn't even be described in words.

It felt like holding onto your world at your fingertips and never wanting to let go of it.

“And we're here! Please don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so,” he untied the cloth and ran to the other side.

“Can I open my eyes now?” you snickered because you kind of knew where this was going.

“Yes!” that was the last thing you heard before opening your eyes to a smiling Jaehyun holding a huge card that read, "”ill you be mine again?”

You slowly made your way to him, a candle-lit pathway made just for you. “happy 1st anniversary, love” he gave you a peck on the cheek as he kept the card down.

“you didn't have to do all this?!” you let out a shocked chuckle as you looked at the rest of the decoration. “Now you're making me feel bad that all I did was gift you a bottle of perfume!”

He smiled at your comment and took out something from his pocket. He went behind you, and you felt a cold chain making contact with your skin. He locked the necklace from the back and made you turn to face him.

“Don't feel bad — your presence itself is a gift from heaven above.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fourth thing — your ears when you're shy

You woke up to the sound of the sizzling of eggs on the pan. You broke into a big yawn as you sluggishly made your way towards the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too,” he chuckled when he looked at you barely able to open your eyes.

You instantly found yourself smiling when you heard his voice. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulders as he continued cooking.

“we're eating eggs again?” you groaned out of boredom. “What did you want to eat?” He snickered.

You wore a sly grin as an idea hits you at the right moment, "I want you.” you whispered in his ear. His eyes slowly grew wide, processing whatever the fuck that you just said.

He turned around — only to see you, a laughing mess. And as soon as you saw that smirk on his face, you knew it was time to run.

“aww, your ears are turning red. What happened, loverboy? Were you flustered because of what I said?” You teased him as you both were waiting for the other one to leave their side of the couch and run.

It was one in a million moments when jaehyun was the flustered one, and you were the one who provoked him to be. And so, these moments really had to be the most memorable ones.

“Jae, no–” you sprinted to your room as he followed you. “Let's not–”

Your legs hit the end of the bed, and the next thing you knew was that you had fallen on the bed and jaehyun got on the bed with you, tickling the life out of you.

“Wait, do you smell that?” you said as you sniffed dramatically. Jaehyun stopped tickling you for a moment, and the look on his face when the realization hit him was honestly the funniest thing you had ever seen. You let out the weirdest chuckle when your heard him shouting in horror,

“my eggs!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the fifth thing — your lips when we kiss

"”want a sip?” he offered you his coffee while you were sipping on yours. “How'd you know I wanted to try it?” You let out a soft chuckle while you take his coffee to try.

“I mean, even when you're sipping on yours, your eyes were on my drink. What else should I decipher it as?” he continued walking along with you, smiling when he saw your reaction to consuming his cup of coffee.

You let out a dissatisfied cough after drinking a little bit of his coffee. You hand him his coffee back. “How do you drink that stuff, dude?” you gulped hard, trying your best to get rid of the bitterness by taking long sips of your drink.

“Not like yours is that great,” he said in his cockiest tone in an attempt to provoke you.

You stopped on your tracks, disbelief was written all over your face, “Excuse you, for this is my best buddy!” you scoffed. Well, almost choked, but we won't talk about that right now.

“Then let me try yours—”

“Nope, sorry. And now you've lost the both of us.” Sure, you were fighting like an elementary school kid at that point. But in your defense— yeah, no. You were just being petty, and Jaehyun was just playing along.

You walk ahead of him while he stood there, trying to think of how to get back at you. An idea perks him as he looks at your figure slowly getting smaller the further you walked. He quietly jogged his way towards you, wearing a smug smile on his face.

Oh, dear y/n. You signed up for something you didn't know was about to come.

When he finally caught up to you, he tapped on your shoulder. As a reflex, making you turn around to look at who it was. But instead, you were met with a pair of lips on yours. Not just anybody, but the only guy ever, Jung Jaehyun.

Resistance — was something you were always pretty bad at. And especially when it came to Jaehyun.

No matter how hard you'd try, you always end up giving in. And as a matter of fact, that's what happened then too. He smiled in between the kiss, knowing very well that you had once again given in to him. Your other hand runs through his hair while he pulls you closer to himself, closing any distance between the two of you.

God, you missed kissing him.

He finally broke from the kiss, and started walking, leaving you totally confused. He wore a smile of triumph as he said, "I never liked Mocha anyway," not once did he look back at you before saying that.

For a hot minute, you were pretty confused as to what he meant by that. And that's when you understood that he was talking about the coffee.

You stood there, totally baffled — screaming on top of your lungs while he still kept walking,

“Get back here, Jung gorgeous-ass-man-who-just-tricked-me-like-that Jaehyun!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the sixth thing — your voice when you call out my name

“you coming?” you shouted as you got out of the water, walking your way up to where jaehyun was standing. He seemed to have been writing something on the wetter side of the sand.

“And, done!” He presented you with the small surprise he had prepared for you. You smiled when you saw what it was. He took you by your hand, giving it a kiss before making you stand beside him.

“Jaehyun + y/n forever” he read it out loud while pointing at the sand.

The way your name rolled off his tongue so easily, yet giving it its own unique color. It felt foreign but at the same time, it was so familiar and resounded through your whole self. No matter how many times he calls out your name, something about it still gives you a sense of serenity and you could never get tired of it.

“you plus me forever indeed,” you softly said, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you hugged him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the seventh I like the most that you do — you make me love you

“This is the last one for today, I promise,” Jaehyun said as you both climbed up the stairs of an unknown building. You both entered what looked like an empty terrace with a bench in one of the corners.

He sat on the bench and signaled you to sit beside him. “We're ready!” he shouted.

You were kind of confused by whatever that was going on at that moment. “For what?” you looked at him. Anticipation getting the best of you when you saw the proud look on his face.

“For that,” he put both his hands forward, pointing at the other side of the terrace, basically the wall.

And that's when the led lights lit up, and you could see some words coming the other way like a long led banner.

He read, “There are days when I feel down, and there are days when I feel joy, but the best part of it is going through it all with — you. I know what I'm going to say next is kind of cheesy, but”

This time he turned to you, reaching out for your hand “— will you be my once upon a time?”

It was like the flower of love bloomed once again. There’s something about him that you find so intriguing. Something to his aura that never fails to bring in pleasant surprises. It was like this weird force of attraction that never failed to make you fall for him all over again — if that was even possible. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

But as history has seen it before, every story has an ending. And the one of yours and jaehyun's was of no exception.

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