#I LOVE HIM😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[landoughnut]

PR Nightmare - FC43

masterlist - request

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!reader

summary: you and franco being menaces on your social media accounts

w/c & a/n: smau | bring back the popular f1 fic fandom on Tumblr ✊ its been much more dry this year 😪

francolapinto

liked by yourusername, pierregasly, lando, alpinef1team, and 1,783,540 others francolapinto making some mate 🙂‍↕️🧉

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yourusername p-papi⁉️ ♥︎ by author

yourusername take my ability to walk sir 🙏 ♥︎ by author

alpinef1team please not again... we thought you learned from last time 😔

francolapinto yourusername anytime mi amor 😉 give me a time and place

user1 my girl is thirsty af but I can't even blame her

lando if there are no yourusername and francolapinto shippers I'm dead ♥︎ by author

yourusername THANKS BEST FRIEND 😝

francolapinto if only the pr team thought the same 😞

alpinef1team francolapinto we DO feel the same... just your behavior could use some... work ☺️

yourusername he's busy slurping his mate but I'm tryna slurp HIM 😋 ♥︎ by author

lando WHAT 😨

user2 yourusername GIRLLL ENOUGH IS ENOUGH (so real)

yourusername user2 back off that's my man 🙂

francolapinto yourusername all yours mi vida 😘 and can I take you up on that offer?

alpinef1team yourusername francolapinto guys. please. stop.

user3 I love watching them ignore admin 😍 #ate

pierregasly 🤘 ♥︎ by author

yourusername THE HAIRRRR I NEED TO PULL ON IT 😮‍💨 ♥︎ by author

francolapinto I love when you do that 🥵

lando GET A ROOM I BEG

yourusername lando you were the one supporting us before

lando yourusername yeah but then you kept commenting stuff...

alex_albon cheers mate 🧉 ♥︎ by author

francolapinto so you've finally learned 😊

user4 he's so gorgeous I can't

yourusername raw. next question. ♥︎ by author

alpinef1team alright grandma, you're coming to the pr meeting with franco tomorrow

yourusername alphinef1team you can lecture me but you can't change me ✊ ♥︎ by author

francolapinto yourusername let's try that out later 😚

lando YOU GUYS ARE SICK AND TWISTED

yourusername lando THEN GET OFF OF MY MANS PAGE

lando yourusername no because he's even worse on yours...

yourusername

liked by francolapinto, kikagomes, alpinef1team, and 1,294,782 others yourusername fun vacation ☀️

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francolapinto FIRSTTTTT ♥︎ by author

francolapinto MAMIIII 😍🥵 ♥︎ by author

francolapinto come home the kids miss you 😩 ♥︎ by author

lando YOU HAVE KIDS ⁉️

yourusername lando no you muppet its a joke

kikagomes YOU ARE AN ANGELLLLL ♥︎ by author

francolapinto MY angel 🙈 ♥︎ by author

yourusername kikagomes NO YOU AREEEE

user5 can franco fight

francolapinto yes.

francolapinto MINIMUM OF FIVE ROUNDS TONIGHT ♥︎ by author

alpinef1team oh my gosh

alpinef1team franco please. another meeting tomorrow at 10:45

francolapinto alphinef1team NOOOOO

user6 🔥🔥

francolapinto 🧯🧯

user6 francolapinto ...

francolapinto I need to be in between your legs STAT

alphinef1team PLEASE. ENOUGH. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE MY JOB IMPOSSIBLE 💔

lilymhe how does it feel to be a walking dream 😍 ♥︎ by author

yourusername idk babe you tell me 😚

francolapinto yourusername can you not flirt with your friends 🙄 you are supposed to only flirt with ME

user7 I NEED HER LIKE I NEED AIR

francolapinto well I guess you can suffocate then ☺️

lilyzneimer the prettiest sweetheart 🫶 ♥︎ by author

yourusername lily just marry me atp

francolapinto yourusername I THINK NOT?!?!?!?

pierregasly please come get franco.. he's drooling onto his phone ♥︎ by author

user8 I need a man like franco thirsting over my posts

yourusername pierregasly don't worry he's just practicing for later

pierregasly yourusername you are getting blocked.

francolapinto

liked by yourusername, alex_albon, pierregasly, and 2,973,061 others francolapinto el amor de mi vida 🩷

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yourusername I LOVE YOU AMORRRRR 💗 ♥︎ by author

francolapinto I LOVE YOUUUU MORE

lando you just had to sneak in that second picture didn't you....

francolapinto 💦 😏

yourusername francolapinto stop traumatizing the kid 😭

lando yourusername I'm four years older than both of you ⁉️

francolapinto lando you don't act like it

lando francolapinto AND YOU DO???

user9 idk who I want to be more, him or her

francolapinto neither, we are happy with just each other 🙂

user10 I guess the pictures of this post could have been worse

francolapinto trust me, I have worse

yourusername francolapinto SHHHHHH

alpinef1team francolapinto don't you dare.

francolapinto alphinef1team you guys are boringggg

alex_albon oh!! not even gonna ask

yourusername good, it's probably better if you don't

user11 I'll never forgive franco for stealing my wife

francolapinto when?

user11 francolapinto when you started dating last year

francolapinto user11 did I ask?

user11 francolapinto BRUHHHH KYS I ALWAYS FALL FOR THOSE DAMN LINES

yourusername we are so hot omg ♥︎ by author

francolapinto I know right 😮‍💨

lando ya'll make me feel single

yourusername cause you are loser 🤣

francolapinto yourusername I wonder why

user12 as much as they are freaks they are also so in loveeee ♥︎ by author

user13 I know they're so happy with each other im jealous 🥹

user14 the way he's gazing at her in every one of these pics has me crying

francolapinto next post coming 🔜🔞

alpinef1team DO NOT 😟 we'll take away your socials

francolapinto alphinef1team I WILL FIGHT YOU ADMIN 🤺

[supernotnatural2005]

Absolutely loved every second of this Alex 😭💗

It’s been a while since i’ve seen a professor!Dean fic and the man does something to me😮‍💨 I mean look at him! 😍

👆🏻i feel like this era of him especially screams professor!Dean to me 🤭

But i feel like you captured him so well, i get what you mean about it’s tough to fit him into a role like that, but you made it work! He would totally be that laid back fun teacher everyone loves (not just for the looks) lol

And then the whole train sequence 🙄 gahh i hate guys like that, the pushy over confident dweebs who think it’s charming to be overbearing and just plain creepy and rude!

I also love that Dean let her handle it up until it got potentially unsafe. Unfortunately women face this a lot and her looking more strong, not having a guy stick up for her straight away can speak volumes. But i’m glad he was a gentleman and walked her home even, i got the eebie jeebies from that jerk following her home or something 😵‍💫

And then the chemistry!! 😍 they’re adorable, and so sweet. Like him turning up at the very play she suggested a while ago (even though he’s not big on ‘em)

He’s IN LOVE dammit!! 😂😂

Gahh this was amazing Alex!!! And if you are adding more to this, i am so there! 😍💗

10 'Til Midnight

Pairing: Professor!Dean Winchester x Student!Reader

Summary: A chance encounter outside of the classroom shifts the way you see your professor. Forever.

AN: Here’s a one-shot for @chevroletdean's 500 follower celebration! This also fulfills a request for one of my lovely Patreon members, @redhoodieone, who wanted to see AU Professor!Dean with a plus-sized student!reader. The reader is a graduate student (mid-20s) and Dean is in his 30s in this, so not really a wide age gap, but we’re still flirting with a gray area here lol.

Word Count: 4K

Tags/Warnings: graduate student!reader, plus-sized!reader, Shakespeare geekery, mythology and other nerdy classic lit. references, AU Brady sighting, sexual tension, mutual pining(?)

The ash cloud of exhaust rose up from the sidewalk steam grates. It infiltrated your nose as you hurried down a few well-worn concrete steps and into the bowels of the subway, a transition into deeper darkness.

To you, that acrid, mini plume of pollution was the smell of New York City; old cigarette buds and weed hash, fresh tequeños and hot dogs wafting from the open door of the bodega on the corner, mixed with a whiff of piss.

This was the city of broke creatives clinging to their fragile dreams with both hands, usually while the natives rolled their eyes. You were one of those shiny happy people with a dream and the battle-tested will to make it happen, especially tonight. You finally got to see a play on Broadway, an excellent production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

You replayed your favorite scenes in your mind like 1940s movie reel, except it was live in technicolor. An unconscious smile spread across your lips, but you had to hurry. Your train was about to leave in…

You checked the time on your phone—ten minutes to midnight—and compared it to the digital sign up ahead. Your eyes widened.

Shit! One minute?!

You had no choice but to try and run in your heels. That had you skidding to the open doors as they began to close, but you just managed to slip inside, albeit literally slipping with a yelp.

A man saved you by grabbing hold of your arm and waist before you fell, bunching the fabric of your coat beneath his hand. You gasped when you stared up at a familiar face. A sharp jawline covered with stubble, just neat enough to be respectable; dark brows shaded over green eyes, trained on you; bowed lips pursed with confusion.

“Professor?” you said, breathless and shocked.

He was just as baffled, but he finished helping you up as your name fell from his lips.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded and thanked him for the save, still catching your breath.

“Here, sit down,” he said, gesturing to a couple of empty seats on the subway. You joined him in sitting, though you ignored the stare of the guy standing closest to you who was holding onto a rail. He wore jeans and dirty hipster Vans, a brown bomber jacket and a gray beanie. The stench of weed and cheap cologne clung to him.

And his gaze followed you until you sat down. Slightly unsettled, you were subtle in the way you angled yourself toward the man beside you.

Professor Dean Winchester.

He really was the last person you expected to see on your way home tonight. You still couldn’t believe you ran right into him!

But then, you noticed the playbill sticking out of his coat pocket (his coat looked more expensive, a dark charcoal gray with a high collar, and it suited him).

“Oh, you…you saw the play too?” you said in excitement, showing him your own playbill that you fished out of your purse. You’d told him about it a month ago, after his lecture on fairy lore. You thought he might enjoy a play that was all about the convergence between the fairy realm and the human realm.

He’d admitted that he’d never seen a Shakespeare play live, but he said he’d look into it. You didn’t think he was actually taking you seriously though.

“Uh, yeah, I did. I’ve never been a big Shakespeare guy, truth be told, but you hooked me,” he said. When he smiled, it made the corner of his eyes crinkle a little.

You couldn’t help but smile too every time you noticed that…even though it made your cheeks warm in a blush. He really had no business being this handsome. And the suit? All crisp and black, paired with a classic, off-white dress shirt and a black pinstripe tie.

Clearly he’d dressed for the occasion of going to the theater, because usually he was one of the chillest professors you knew. He showed up to class in jeans, boots, plain henleys and jackets, though never without his watch, a classic leather time piece with a silver watch face and bold black numbers. It was so vintage, you’d asked about it once when you met with him to talk about one of your essays on Native American burial practices. He’d told you that the watch belonged to his father, who passed away a few years ago now.

“So what’d you think?” you asked. “Weren’t the sets beautiful? It was so ominous and creepy in the ‘forest,’ and ethereal too, like the fairy realm part of it.”

He nodded, smiling slightly wider at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, was a good production. The actors were top-notch.”

“Oh, incredible. That was the best Bottom I’ve ever seen.” You paused, realizing what you said, and a nervous giggle tumbled out of your mouth. “Well, the character. Not the ass—donkey—whatever. You know what I mean.”

The man laughed, rich and deep and washing over you pleasantly, even though you half covered your face in embarrassment.

“Can’t argue with you there. The ass was hilarious,” he smirked.

Another giggle, and you flipped through the playbill again to distract yourself from looking at his ruggedly chiseled face. Why, oh why did he have to be so fucking attractive? And somehow he was still single. You’d heard some of the girls in your class whispering about it after class one day—a full-on engagement that fell apart two years ago.

“But really, the actors who played the couples in the love quadrangle were awesome,” you said. “Helena was my favorite.”

He raised his dark brows. “Really? The girl who gets shit on the most in the play?”

That was another thing. He didn’t really talk like any professor you’d met in your life. You let out a snort.

“I don’t want to be her, I just think she did so well at showing that vulnerability,” you explained. “There’s nothing worse than being in love with someone who doesn’t even see you, you know?”

He tilted his head, his amusement fading as he listened. You felt emboldened to continue your thought.

“In her mind, she’s probably thinking, ‘Well, even if he’s yelling at me, at least he’s acknowledging I exist,’” you said, “which is incredibly sad and isn’t giving Shakespeare many brownie points for feminism, but it’s a reality that some women go through.”

After a moment, he seemed to see your point with a nod of his head.

“That’s fair,” he said, arching a brow. “Though I gotta hope you don’t let any guy talk to you like that.”

You shook your head with a smile, but before you could answer him, your phone slipped off your lap and tumbled to the dirty subway floor. You twisted away so you could reach down and grab it, but you caught that whiff of cheap cologne again. Gray beanie guy let go of the rail and bent down to scoop up your phone before you could. You offered a polite thank you and went to take it back, but he held it out of reach at the last second, giving you a teasing smile.

“How about I put my number in first, so you can call me when you get home,” he said. “I’m Brady, by the way.”

That oh-so-gracious offer was followed by a glance down your dress. You sat up straighter, adjusting the collar of your coat back over your neckline with a weary huff.

“Ah, you know what, I’m good with just my phone…please.”

This was why you kind of hated the subway. You didn’t know when you were going to have to interact with a creep trying to steal your phone, shoot his shot, or look down your dress as a consolation prize.

You held out your hand expectantly, but still, “Brady” didn’t take the hint.

“Aw, what, you have a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Oh my God. Are you fucking serious?” You sighed and decided a white lie was best here. “Yes, I have a boyfriend. Now give me my phone, please.”

“Hmm. Is it like beginning stages, or...?”

“Jesus Christ, dude.”

“Hey, I’m just saying, maybe we can grab a bite to eat, theeen you know. If things are going well, we could take things back to your place,” he said, his brows popping with sleazy suggestion. He still held the phone away from your grasping hand in frustration.

“Hey,” a deep voice cut in. 

You hesitated, glancing back at Professor Winchester. He glared up at Brady with a stony look that you’d never seen on him before.

“Give her the damn phone,” said the professor. His tone boded no argument.

Still, Brady pushed his luck.

“What, you her boyfriend or something?”

The professor didn’t bother to answer the question, but he stood from his seat, his long coat draped down all six feet and change of him, broad shoulders and calm confidence. He stared down at the lankier, scruffier pothead. Then he held out his hand.

Brady shifted back on his heels, seeming to realize that he didn’t want this version of Midnight on the Orient Express—the kind that ended up on the 6 o’clock news the next morning. With a roll of his eyes, Brady dropped the phone into your professor’s hand, complete with a dickish quirk of his lips. Professor Winchester gestured at him to fuck off.

“Walk away,” he said.

To your astonishment, the Brady just tossed him a “fuck you, bro,” and went to the other end of the car. You stood up too, just as the subway pulled to a stop. Professor Winchester handed you the phone.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Is this your stop?” he asked, still glancing back with a suspicious eye at the asshole still glaring at your backs.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Okay, come on,” the professor said. He laid a guiding hand on the small of your back and joined you in stepping out of the subway car. To your relief, Brady stayed on the train.

“Thank you,” you said again. “Really, you didn’t have to miss your exit for me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Dean said, with a shake of his head. His frown was still in place just thinking of that fucking loser. “I’ll have better peace of mind knowing you got home safe.”  

Once you told him that your apartment was another few blocks away, he knew he was going to be walking you home. You told him you weren’t that new to the city, but in his mind, it still wasn’t a safe neighborhood for a young woman to be walking around by herself at this time of night.

He had no other motive than that, however…

He’d been pleasantly surprised to see you tonight. You were a flash of scarlet that tumbled into his arms, the scent of your floral perfume teasing his nose before he caught sight of that little dress clinging to your curvy form, ending just a couple inches above the knee. But you drew your wool coat closer to your body, hiding the tantalizing flash of red from view.

It was for the best, he thought, as he cleared his throat and tried to find something else to focus his eyes on while you two walked together. He couldn’t help but land on your face again, on your pretty painted lips.

A deep, full-bodied red.

It was a familiar shade. You’d worn it before, while chewing the end of a pen absently in concentration during one of his lectures on the difference between skinwalkers and shapeshifters—those long, pointed nails tapping a quiet rhythm against the plastic. It was one of your many quirks, but only now did he realize how much he’d actually noticed about you. If nothing else, he always knew he had your attention.

He also knew you were getting a master’s degree in English, and you were taking his class as an elective. You’d actually sought him out before the semester started to make sure you got a spot in his class.

“Sorry, sir, I know it’s early. I’ve just been trying since last year to get into this class, and I really wanted the chance to take it before I graduate this year.”

He’d shifted in his swivel chair with his jean-clad legs casually crossed. He bounced a tennis ball against the wall, as was his habit. (Mostly because it bothered Benny, who had the office next to his.)

The repetitive bounce really helped him to think sometimes; it was basically his version of a fidget spinner.

“You like mythology that much, huh?” Dean asked.

“Oh, yeah!” you said, as your eyes lit up. “I find it so fascinating how every culture in the world has their own stories that have still survived for thousands of years. Some of them even overlap. Like, maybe it’s technically a different creature, but they have the same name, just in another language. Or it’s the same creature, different backstory. It’s like any novel I’ve ever read—similar tropes, but the style, the packaging. That’s what becomes new and creative.”

Amusement tugged at Dean’s lips.

“Same candy, different wrapper, right?” he offered. His reward was your bright smile.

“Yeah, exactly.”

He’d approved your request without a second thought. Unlike 95% of the students who came and went through his classes, you weren’t just smart. You cared. You had a passion for this stuff…and it mirrored his own.

“So, uh, you liked that play, huh?” he asked. Wanted to rub his hand over his face right after. Smooth, Winchester.

But it succeeded in brightening your eyes again.

“Oh yeah. People tend to think of it as one of Shakespeare’s sillier plays, but it drops some interesting ideas about love, for example.” All while you spoke, you spun vivid gestures with your hands.

Dean’s remained in his coat pockets, but watching you made his smile deepen. He liked when you got like this, so animated and alive with your thoughts. It threatened to draw him out of his somewhat jaded shell.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” he asked. Not because he really wanted to talk about what some sixteenth-century ye olde-y English douche thought about love, but because he wanted to hear you explain it.

You didn’t disappoint.

“Well, there’s the famous Lysander line, ‘The course of true love never did run smooth,’” you said, “but that’s not even my favorite. That’s boring. That’s every rom-com ever, from Harry Met Sally to While You Were Sleeping, all the way to He’s Just Not that Into You, and Crazy, Stupid Love.”

Dean had to interject. “You watch a lot of chick-flicks, don’t you?”

Your lips puckered, but the amusement in your eyes answered his question.

“Like I said, I think Helena is the most underrated tragic figure in the whole story. Yeah, she’s pretty much a doormat, following Demetrius around even though he claims he’s in love with her best friend. Even though he curses at her, threatens to kill her if she keeps annoying him, following him around like an abused puppy. We can agree, he’s like, the biggest asshole in existence, right?” you said.

“Oh, very much agree. You want some coffee?” Dean asked, pointing to a guy selling warm pretzels and drinks from his vendor cart on the side of the road. It had stopped snowing a few days ago, but the February air was still sharp and bitterly cold at this time of night. If only it were midsummer.

“Uh, you know what, I could go for some tea. Thank you,” you said. But you didn’t let that derail you from your thoughts on Shakespearean love. You were still waxing literary analysis while you dug into your purse to find your wallet, but by the time you got it out, Dean had already paid for both drinks and a large soft-baked pretzel.

Your brows furrowed. “Oh! I meant to pay for my part—”

“Don’t worry about it. Here, take half,” Dean said, and he shot you a smile while handing over your hot tea and half of his pretzel. He got your eyes to light up for a different reason as you took the treat. You thanked him with a sweeter smile.

Then you took a bite, and you kept talking.

“But then she says, ‘Love can transpose to form and dignity.’ It can make us act like idiots, right? I mean, back in high school I wrote my boyfriend’s essays for a whole year because I didn’t want him to fail English, and let’s face it, he could barely spell his own last name.”

“Yikes,” Dean chuckled. Sounded like a GED and a gas station job in that guy’s future.

“Right? And what did he do? He dumped me the week before prom because he knew Ruby Summers would put out.” You rolled your eyes, accepting Dean’s sympathies with a gracious nod and a dismissive hand wave. Still, he hoped all you’d given to that guy was your time.

"Well, the guy you're seeing now better be treating you right," he said.

You blinked, your brows furrowing a bit in confusion, until realization dawned on you.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend," you said with a small chuckle. "That's just what I tell pushy weirdos on subways."

Dean was tripped up for a second, but he eventually quirked a smile.

“So anyway, my favorite bar of the whole play is what Helena says in Act 1,” you said. “‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.’”

In that moment, Dean’s eyes were a little too captivated.

But you broke the spell.

You glanced ahead to continue along the crosswalk with him, taking another warm, soft bite of pretzel.

“And that’s why Cupid’s always painted like a blind baby…or something like that,” you said. You laughed a little, and you seemed to realize just how long you’d been yapping his ear off. You came to a stop at what he assumed was your apartment building, but you suddenly got quiet. Embarrassed.

“Sorry, once I open my mouth on this stuff, I can’t really stop unless someone stops me and tells me I’m literally killing them with words that don’t make sense.”

“You’re making a whole lotta sense to me,” Dean replied. And he realized that he meant it. He rubbed his chin in thought. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. I like that.”

Your mind seemed to be a hamster wheel on steroids, but he kind of liked that too.

“Well, did you like the play?” you asked, smiling in embarrassment. “Sorry, can’t remember if I even asked you that yet.”

He laughed softly. Even if you had, he didn’t mind answering again.

“I like it more now, hearing you talk about it,” he said. But maybe that was too honest. He padded it with something more appropriate, as your instructor. “It makes sense, since you’re an English major, but your passion always comes through in your essays. I’m really glad you decided to take my class this semester.”

You demured further at the praise. “Oh, thank you. It really is my favorite class so far this year, but…that’s because you’re the one teaching it. You're really good at telling stories. You make them simple and easy to understand, even when we're talking about hell hounds and old ghost stories, or the uh, Oedipus complex, or something.”

Dean smiled in amusement, but it was his turn to be touched, even if it surprised him too. You were just so honest and free enough to speak your mind. It was refreshing.

“Well, thank you. Glad to hear at least one person’s getting something out of it,” he said, his smile warming for once.

You smiled too, looking at him through your lashes. “All right well, thanks again for walking me home. I’ll, um…see you on Monday-ayy!”

You stepped up onto the first stair leading up to your apartment and caught an icy patch with your red-bottomed heels. A gasp fell from your lips as your arms spun out to catch yourself on anything that could keep you from falling, and that happened to be Dean—specifically his coat, and then his biceps when he moved in fast to keep you upright.

He ended up gathering you into his arms while you clung to his coat. Your red nails bit into the dark fabric. In his mind’s eye, he could imagine them popping the buttons of his dress shirt, carving shaky lines of heat and pleasure across his skin.

Fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek hard to rid himself of that image, his jaw ticking in response. But another one just replaced it when his gaze met yours, half-lidded and shocked, but…contemplating.

Hot breaths mingled in between, puffing visibly on the cold air.

“God, I’m sorry!” you breathed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He cleared his throat past the slight roughness in his voice. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, um…Take Two,” you said, laughing weakly.

You aimed to let him go and continue on up the stairs by yourself, but Dean couldn’t stop himself from trying to help you. He held your elbow at least, with a hovering hand by your waist in case you slipped again. When you finally made it to the door, you paused and turned to look at him over your shoulder. Again, that look in your eyes said you were debating something in your mind.

“You okay?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Yeah, I just, um…you know what? Never mind. Uh, good night!”

Dean nodded, giving you a casual salute. He didn’t leave until you got in the building safely, but for his entire long walk home, your face wouldn’t leave his mind. That look of internal conflict, like you’d been weighing some kind of pros and cons. He had to wonder…

Had you been about to invite him up to your apartment?

But no. Fucking no. He dismissed that thought as soon as it came. He was almost ten years older than you.

Didn’t stop Catherine Zeta-Jones from hooking up with Michael Douglas. She’s barely pushing fifty while he’s halfway into Senior Depends.

Second problem. Career ending and reputation ruining and his own clock punch at the local 7/11—kind of a problem.

You were a student.

Grad student, came a whisper from the back of his mind.

In Greek mythology, the golden apples of Hesperides in Hera’s garden were guarded by a dragon. The Norse gods also believed in their own version of immortal golden apples, harvested by the goddess Idunn. Sounded a bit like Eden, right? As in, the Judeo-Christian Garden.

As in, forbidden fruit.

What did they all have in common? There was always a consequence for the taking and sampling part. The question was, is the price worth how good it tastes?

Remembering the feeling of your soft curves under his hands, Dean had a feeling it would be more than fucking worth it.

But he shook the thought from his head, his fingertips digging into the soft insides of his coat pockets.

He was your professor. That was where those thoughts should end.

You didn’t even see him that way…did you?

You shucked your heels off as soon as you got inside your apartment. You heaved a deep sigh and shed your purse, your coat, your earrings and necklace, which you set down on the nightstand in your bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto the creaky mattress.

Your hands came to rest lightly over your stomach, a safe place, while you thought back to how Professor Winchester held you so tight. Secure. Gentlemanly.

How he looked at you, his green-eyed gaze falling to your lips, like he was contemplating the best way to close that distance, bowing his head those last few inches and…

You forcibly shook your head. He was your goddamn teacher.

It didn’t matter that he was probably the youngest faculty member on campus, and you were a twenty-five-year-old graduate student. Whether or not the man was “age appropriate,” he was still your professor. You couldn’t think about him like that.

And he absolutely didn’t look at you like that…

Did he?

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[thrasherella]

a/n: obsessed with the thought of Nanami getting hard admiring my underwear 🫠😮‍💨🥴 please let me know what kind you think would be his favorite~! 😏 do you agree? i think he would like ones that show off just a little bit more of the butt to be a tease 😘

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Nanami’s favorite day is Sunday, because that’s the day that you wash all your under-garments for the week. You have more than enough to wear a new bra and panty set every day, so it just happens that you collect all the dirty pairs throughout the week, and wash them all on Sundays.

You also take the time to wash the bedsheets, partially because your panties are usually still a little damp even after being dried on low, so it’s nice to lay them out to dry on top of soft, freshly cleaned linens.

Nanami thinks this is nice as well. Very nice. Because he always lays you down on top of those nice clean sheets as well...

You never see him doing it because he always waits until you’re practically at the other end of the house, busy with whatever currently has your attention, before slipping into the bedroom and kneeling at the side of the bed, admiring the treasure trove of soft fabrics before him.

While it was true that nearly every pair of panties you owned were the same color (there were exceptions), each was a different style, all captivating in the different ways the hugged and accentuated your curves. Kento’s favorite were the ones you said were called ‘cheekies’, which he thought was a stupid name but good lord have mercy he loves how the bottom of your perfect ass peeks out.

He gets so hard remembering all the ways he undressed you out of all those panties; all the places he tossed them to the floor, stuffed them into his pocket as a trophy(a treat) for later, shoved them into your mouth to keep you quiet, all the times he almost ripped the lacy fabric, needing your tight little cunt clenching around his cock right that very second, like how he was feeling right now...

Yes, Sunday was definitely Nanami’s favorite day of the week.

[wordsofwhimsy]

Lensless risking UTI for more skinship on his dick... Need me a man like that

RIGHT 👏👏

need that level of dedicationnn. like if you’re not willing to risk your health for me are we even really together?

but let’s be fr, that’s just the tip of iceberg of the ways this man would willingly fuck himself up over you 😮‍💨 like i can imagine you telling him you thought a certain kind of piercing was hot (whatever kind—pick your poison) and he does it HIMSELF, consequently it gets infected so he takes out the jewelry and it closes up like, within a couple hours cause super healing & all. so he just keeps repeating this cycle over and over until you’re like for the LOVE OF GOD stoppp

[issybee06]

Hey i love your work! If you’re ok with it would you mind writing more headcanons for the viltrumite men? especially nolan and thragg 😮‍💨 you write them so good

Alien lovers

Yesssss ofc ofcccccc

Omgomgomg Viltrumite men are so UGHHHDHSHSB ST JSSHSFBNKDJKDGKKOFNKK

Long because I've been neglecting you all😔so sorry I'm back now tho

Imma ramble with this

Also! I won’t be doing Oliver in these until his older in the show, he’s still a baby rn so I’m sorry to anyone who wants him😔💔

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We ALLLL know Viltrumite men have like a “broke the scale” breeding kink, like, come on?

But how freaky are they….?

So….

RANKINGGGGGS

RANK 1- who's got the highest sex drive IN ORDER!? OHHHHHH

1. Thragg

Thragg might be the fucking WORST at hiding(he's never hiding) his breeding kink this this bro is THE BREEDING BULL OF THE FUCKING EMPIRE LIKE GUYS COME ON! Bro had THE MOST kids out of any Viltrumite and no it’s not just because of his little army it’s because this MAN IS FREAKY YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND!

2. Conquest

Bro is so fucking terrifying, like, I genuinely jumped out of my skin when I read him in the comics. BUT HES HOT! Like old man hot? If that makes sense? But like can you imagine how touch-starved this man probably is? Like if he gets a partner you can escape he's never letting you go. Like you're his? Why would he stop showing you how appreciative he is of you being his? Like you crazy? All day all night upside down in the sky. You get it EVERYDAY EVERYWHERE.

3. Kregg

Now now, he might have been ordered to reproduce but did he HAVE to take 11 wives?! Like bro you trying to hard🥲… I'm convinced he was a virgin and now that he's got some he's NEVER going back. He's probably so fucking new to this shit, knows absolutely nothing and you'll need to teach him everything but like a good little soldier he learns VERY quickly and will fucking TORTURE YOU. My man is a literal master at fucking interrogation and torture he's putting his sadistic side to use by destroying you.

Soft after tho cause he's a wet little meow meow pathetic man.

4. Nolan

This man, UGH THIS MAN WAS THE REASON THE AGE GAP BESTFRIENDS FATHER TROPE WAS MADEEEEEEE.

I'm so surprised this man only had two kids cause DEBBIE AND HIM WERE GOING HARD WELL INTO THEIR MARRIAGE! LIKE FUCK!

I think Debbie probably had a difficult pregnancy so they never tried for more but if his could have he would have had an army of babies. Like bros two jobs going to earth was conquer and breeding.

5. Mark

Ugh this subby subby man. He has a breeding kink trust but it’s just more suddle? Like he likes sex for sex but wants a baby? Like you with a round belly because of your union together and it’s creating a life? He adores you and a baby that was half of you? He’s IN LOVE.

6. Lucan

Omg I love Lucan such a sweet and caring husband. Like he defies his Grand Regents rule to only love and breed with one woman when he’s supposed to repopulate with multiple women? I love him so much he has my heart. He’s 6th because he didn’t seem to be overly concerned to have multiple children after his first, he was happy with one and then content with two. My love just a family man

RANK 2: HOW GOOD ARE THEY AS HUSBANDS?!

1. Lucan

AHHHHHHH THE BEST! Grand Regent Thragg said have multiple wives and he said “no I love my wife” and I LOVEEEEEE HIMMMMMM omg I love simp husbands

2. Mark

Marks a great guy, buttttttt seems like he’d be a terrible husband. Like he’d never cheat, that might kill him to do that to you, but he’d be absent. Like he’s a super hero and all so he’s gonna be gone A LOT buttttt when he’s home he’s totally on you all the time.

3. Nolan

Nolan is a terrible husband, he lies he hides things BUT watch how affectionate he was with Debbie shows that he would be a caring husband to his little mate. He wants to keep you happy and satisfied so that you continue popping out babies he doesn’t need you angry at him.

4. Kregg

Not gonna lie all Viltrumite men seem like bad husbands except for like two or three😔 but like Kregg? In the comics he does claim to love all his wives but like? Bad husband. You didn’t tell ANY of your wives you had multiple partners.

He is a good father tho, so I guess that’s why he’s 4th

5. Conquest

Shocker that I didn’t put my Husband Thragg here? I’m not. Conquest seems like he’d be like the worst spouse but at the same time I see him as someone who would do anything to keep his mate happy. He wants her to stay, she’s like his only companion. He’s terrible, will be toxic and hide you away.

6. Thragg

Sigh…no matter how Occ I can make him in my fics this man will always be a piece of shit in canon💔 like married to Thragg might be your worst nightmare he does not care about you only then procreation I’m so sorry to break your hearts

RANK 3: HOW GOOD ARE THEY WITH KIDS?!

1. Mark

Already showing great promise and parental energy with Oliver, has a lot to learn but he seems like he’d be a great father to any children that might come.

2. Lucan

Perfect man I love him. He is so kind and patient with his son ong I love him so much.

3. Kregg

Kregg might be a bad husband but he is truly is a great father to his children. He seems like hed do anything for his kids and I respect that.

4. Nolan

😬

Touch and go right here like he seemed like a great dad to Mark when he was growing up until he got his powers and the whole…uh…incident happened lmao. He did seem distant but still like? A good ish dad? Better than most? Idk

5. Thragg

He’s ONLY higher then Conquest because of one panel with his daughter, other then that he’s like a reallyyyyyy shitty dad and should not have had kids

6. Conquest

Really depends on his mental state like I lowkey feel like he’d eat the baby.

Orrrrr he’d be super loving. Like that’s his baby? A part of him? Something he created and didn’t destroy?

RANK 4: AFFECTION

1. Mark

Totally the most cuddly of the Viltrumites cause like? He wasn’t raised to hate emotions? He wants to show you he adores you? He’d shower you with love and kisses and bring you presents for no reason. He feels bad he leaves you alone all the time so when he’s home he’s all over you

2. Lucan

My darling man. He’s soft with you but is still closed off, he’s still learning to be affectionate with you but he’d be the first of the Viltrumite men from Viltrum to cave and be soft with you. He’d bring you a lot of gifts, so many you wouldn’t know what to do with them and then he’d bring more. I think one if the main reasons he got a job was to spoil his little mate. He adores you

3. Nolan

He is canonically a caring husband, a liar and an ass? Yes. But he was very loving to Debbie before he turned. He literally got her a whole tree when they were dating thinking that it was better than flowers and wanted her to have the best. He kisses her and hugs her and is very touchy and affectionate with no care if who’s watching like he wasn’t raised ready to jump on her in front of their son. He not around, yes, but when he is he’s making up for lost time.

4. Kregg

No idea how he is with his wives, we don’t really get a lot about that but he does admit to loving them all. I see him as being very stiff, he’s a General in the Empire and knows no sort of comfort, but he’d try for you. He wouldn’t hold your hand, no, but he’d let you wrap your arms around his bicep. He’d glare at other men and kiss your cheek but he wouldn’t hold still he iffy about too much pda.

5. Thragg

I think if he actually tried like the other Viltrumites and go to earth to live among humans he wouldn’t have such a large stick up his ass. He’d be blunt, scary and standing over you like he’s going to eat you but he cares? Kinda? He will not touch you in public, maybe a hand on your lower back or on the back of your neck. It’s control. He wants everyone to know you belong to him. Maybe you might get a gift, a prize he gained from planets he conquered. Something he thinks you’d like because he likes it, not that you’d like.

6. Conquest

Honest to god can not see this man be anything other than sadistic to you. He is all about power, loves the case, will have a predator/prey type relationship with his partner. If he happens to show care and love, it’s very rare. It will take a longgggg time for him to actually show you he cares for you.

Hope you enjoyed! More to come!

[jkwrites-m]

Another Time (5)

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Genre: soulmates, past life, thriller, smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 9.7k

Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.

Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, cursing, sexual tension, hard drug usage, alcohol consumption, cigarettes, angst, secrets, lies, stalking explicit: unprotected sex, oral (f & m. receiving), shower sex, fingering, kissing, slight degradation, praise, spanking, breast play, SLIGHT somnophilia(everything is consented in this fic 🫶)

A/N: COUPLE THINGS: thank you everyone for reading so far!! This is the where things start getting into the thriller portion so read with caution! double the smut bc I was ovulating when i wrote this lmao 😮‍💨

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The low buzz of fluorescent lights mixed with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. It was a Thursday night in the summer, and even though Jungkook had promised Y/N he’d be home early, he’d somehow found himself pressed against the sticky wood bar of Neon Mirage, half-listening to Jimin laugh beside him. The dive was small and grungy- brick walls covered in music posters, ashtrays full on every table, and a jukebox in the corner playing a soft hum of Oasis through a haze of chatter and clinking glass. Jimin shoved another whiskey his way, slurring, “To freedom before marriage, my guy.”

Jungkook smirked, lifting his glass, though his stomach twisted. “To freedom,” he echoed hollowly, taking the shot with a slight wince.

They were drunk. Stupidly drunk. Jungkook’s head spun as the liquor surged through his veins, each movement softened by the cloud of alcohol. “Shit, I need to piss,” he muttered.

Jimin laughed, nearly falling off the stool. “Let’s go, bro.”

The bathroom was barely lit, the mirror cracked down the middle. Jimin fished something from his pocket and held it out, thin, white lines lined the toilet paper dispenser.

Jungkook hesitated, looking at his reflection. Y/N’s face flickered in his mind, the soft way she smiled at him over coffee, her sleepy voice in the morning. He should walk away.

But Jimin nudged him. “Come on. Don’t be a pussy. Live a little before domestic life swallows you whole.”

That was all it took. Jungkook leaned down, inhaled sharply, and let the world go fuzzy.

Jungkook stumbled out of the bathroom, laughter caught in his throat as he wiped a trace of white powder from beneath his nose. Jimin followed, equally unsteady, clutching the wall for balance. The bar was dim and smoky, its walls stained from years of late nights and spilled secrets. Neon lights buzzed above them, flickering in time with the low thump of a 90s beat that barely masked the conversations echoing around them.

"Hyung," Jungkook slurred, gripping Jimin's shoulder as they approached the patio, "don’t tell Y/N, okay? She’d be so pissed."

Jimin offered a tight smile, nodding a bit too eagerly. "Of course not, bro. Your secret’s safe with me."

Outside, the air was thick and warm, summer clinging to their skin like a second layer. Jungkook pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lit one, passing another to Jimin. They leaned against the brick wall, watching the streetlights blink across the empty road.

"You ever just... feel like everything's perfect and terrifying all at once?" Jungkook murmured, eyes hazy as he took a drag.

Jimin laughed softly. "Only every day."

"I love her, man," Jungkook said, more to the night than to Jimin. "Like, I can’t breathe right when she’s not around. She makes everything feel less… dark. Even when I mess up. Even when I feel like I’m not worth a damn thing."

"You are," Jimin said quietly. "You’re one of the good ones, Jungkook."

Jungkook chuckled, but his eyes remained distant. "We’re getting married in three months. Can you believe that? Like, really married. White dress, vows, everything. And I keep thinking... what if something ruins it? What if I ruin it?"

Jimin turned away, his jaw clenched. "Then don’t," he said sharply. "Just don’t screw it up."

Jungkook blinked, a bit taken aback by the tone. "I’m not trying to. I’m doing everything I can. That’s why I can’t tell her about tonight. Just this once. She doesn’t need to know every stupid thing I do."

Jimin nodded, but didn’t speak. The silence between them stretched, uneasy.

Inside, the bar's lights glowed like a portal to another world- a world where mistakes didn't echo and love wasn't a fragile thread waiting to snap. Jungkook stared into the night sky, the stars spinning slowly overhead, and he whispered, “I’d give up everything for her. Even my life. If it came to it, I’d do it all again, just to love her one more time.”

Jimin's expression soured. He looked at Jungkook for a long beat and then exhaled, smoke curling between his teeth. "Yeah," he said. "Love."

But his tone was hollow.

And Jungkook, in his drunken haze, missed the flicker of resentment in Jimin’s eyes.

They stayed outside a while longer, smoking in silence, the distant hum of traffic merging with the thudding bassline from the bar. Somewhere deep down, even through the haze, Jungkook felt it, something shifting. A storm slowly building on the horizon.

But he just smiled, thinking of Y/N, of their shared mornings and her sleepy smile. He let himself believe in the dream a little longer.

Even if it was laced with lies.

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jungkook’s pov:

I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone cradled in my hand, thumb hovering over her contact. The soft hum of the ceiling fan blended with the birds chirping outside, but the calm did nothing to soothe the storm inside my chest. Morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, thin stripes of light cutting across the hardwood floor, dancing slightly as the wind stirred the curtains.

My heart thumped heavily beneath the faded white tee I hadn’t bothered changing out of since last night. There was a bitter aftertaste of regret sitting on my tongue, not from alcohol, but from omission. The dream still clung to me like smoke. The laughter, the bar, the damn neon glow reflecting off Jimin’s half-lidded eyes. The powder lining the edge of the sink. My own voice saying “Don’t tell her.”

And now here I was, phone in hand, waiting to call the one person I couldn’t stop thinking about and the one person I had just lied to.

I exhaled hard, then hit dial.

My pulse kicked harder with every ring. Once. Twice.

She picked up on the second.

“Hey,” her voice came through, soft and drowsy. That voice was a comfort and a blade all at once.

“Hey angel,” I replied, trying to sound light, even casual, though the tightness in my chest betrayed me. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I’ve been up for a little while,” she murmured, though the rasp in her voice gave her away.

I rubbed the back of my neck, staring at the wall like it might give me courage. “I, uh… had another dream. About us. 1996 again.”

There was a pause. Just a second or two but enough for me to imagine her sitting upright, sheets tangled around her legs, sleep falling off her like petals. I pictured her brows furrowed in the way they always did when she was trying to piece things together.

“What happened this time?” she asked, voice clearer now.

I drew in a breath, slow and measured. “I was out with Jimin. We’d just gotten off work and ended up at this bar. It was one of those places with old vinyl booths and that sticky lacquered wood. Neon beer signs everywhere. There was a jukebox playing something slow, maybe Eric Clapton or Sade, I don’t know. It all felt so… familiar.”

Her breathing shifted over the line, quiet but present.

“We drank a lot,” I continued. “We were laughing, messing around. It wasn’t wild, just a little reckless. After a while, we went outside to smoke. I remember leaning against the brick wall, looking up at the streetlight. I couldn’t stop talking about you.”

A faint smile touched my lips, but it faded quickly.

“I told him how much I loved you. How I couldn’t wait for the wedding. I said it like it was the only thing in the world that made sense. Because in that moment, it was.”

“Jimin was there?” she asked again, her voice curious but cautious.

“Yeah,” I slowly said. “He’s been in a lot of the dreams lately.”

“That’s so strange. I still can’t place him,” she said thoughtfully. “But he always feels so familiar. Almost like I should remember him.”

I nodded to myself, even though she couldn’t see me. “Same here. In the dream, it’s like we’ve known each other forever. He’s charming. Funny. Knows me better than most people. But… I don’t know.”

“What?”

“There’s something in his eyes sometimes. Just flashes. Like he’s watching us too closely. Like he knows something we don’t. It gives me this weird feeling I can’t shake.”

A beat of silence followed before Y/N softly asked, “Do you think he’s involved? In what happens to us?”

I didn’t answer right away. My eyes flicked to the wall clock. 9:41am. Tick… Tick… Tick…

“I don’t know,” I finally said, voice low. “But I’m done assuming anyone is innocent. Not anymore. Every face, every sentence… we need to watch it all. Like clues.”

Y/N’s breath caught gently, the weight of it sinking into me through the receiver. Then, quietly: “I’m glad you called. I remembered bits of the dream too. Not all of it, but I remember you. You looked… you looked really happy.”

My stomach twisted.

I wished I could leave it at that.

But the image of that bathroom mirror wouldn’t leave my mind. The powder. My fingers. The sharp sting up my nose. The memory of whispering “Don’t tell her. Please.” to Jimin, who had just laughed and slapped my back.

And she hadn’t seen it. At least not yet.

“I wish I could say everything,” I muttered under my breath before I could catch myself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, forcing a laugh. “Just… I love you. In every timeline. In every version of this life. We always find each other.”

She sighed, the sound so tender it nearly broke me. “I love you too. And I’m glad we’re in this together. We’ll figure it out. I believe that.”

I swallowed hard, voice raw. “Promise?”

“Promise,” she whispered, and there was something so steady in the way she said it- like a lighthouse in the fog, unmoving.

I clung to that word, let it sink in.

“I’ll see you later?” I asked, needing to tether myself to something real.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Let’s talk more later. Maybe even map things out.”

“Okay.”

We hung up, and I set the phone down on the bed next to me. The silence in the room was sharp. I stared at my hands, at the lines across my palms, like a maze. Like fate.

I should’ve told her. I knew that. But something inside me twisted violently at the thought of her looking at me differently. Of her seeing that version of me.

For now, she still saw me as someone she could trust.

And maybe that was all I had left to hold onto.

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y/n’s pov:

It was a quiet morning, the kind that made the start of a workday feel almost gentle. The sun was still stretching over the skyline as I pushed open the glass doors to the office, the familiar scent of coffee and paper greeting me. I liked mornings like this. The calm before the inbox floods, before the phones start ringing. I dropped my bag onto my desk and booted up my computer. Before I could even open my email, I heard the sound of heels clicking briskly across the floor and a familiar voice calling out. “Y/N!” I turned just in time to see Nayeon approaching with a grin that made her look like she had just won the lottery. She always had this vibrant, magnetic energy that filled any room she walked into. “Morning,” I said, laughing. “You’re in a good mood.” “That’s because I had the best weekend of my life,” she announced, dropping into the chair next to mine like she was about to spill the juiciest secret ever. “Oh?” I leaned in, resting my chin on my hand. “Do tell.” She lowered her voice even though we were still alone on our floor. “I met someone.” My eyebrows shot up. “What?! You didn’t text me!” “I know, I know, I wanted to tell you in person!” she squealed, clapping her hands. “His name is Jimin. He’s gorgeous. Like, infuriatingly good-looking. And smart. We met at this pop-up gallery on Friday. He complimented the painting I was staring at, and we ended up talking for hours.” “Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed. “Sounds like fate.” She giggled. “Right? I already told him I have a good feeling about us. We went out for coffee yesterday, and I’m seeing him again tonight.” “I love this for you.” I meant it. Nayeon was one of those people who wore her heart on her sleeve, and she deserved someone who could keep up with her bright spirit. “You know what we should do?” she said, eyes sparkling. “Double date.” I blinked. “Really?” “Yeah! You and Jungkook, me and Jimin. Let’s make it happen. Maybe next weekend? I want to see what your perfect boyfriend looks like in person.” I felt myself blush a little. “He’s not perfect. But… yeah. That sounds fun.” Truthfully, I loved the idea. I wanted to do everything with Jungkook, Dumb couple things, fun couple things, every kind of thing. A double date felt like a sweet, normal thing that grounded us in the real world, something untouched by the dreams and the quiet unknowns we were constantly trying to decipher. “He’ll love that,” I added. “He’s really social, so I think he’d get along with Jimin.” “Great!” Nayeon beamed. “Let’s pick a place and set it up.” As we chatted logistics, my mind wandered to Jungkook. I could already picture it- him in a soft sweater, his hand warm in mine, the way he always laughed a little too loudly at his own jokes. There was a peace to the thought that made my chest swell. For a moment, the dreams and the questions faded. All I could feel was how much I loved him and how much more I wanted to experience with him.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, leaning on the counter as Nayeon poured herself a second cup of coffee. The aroma swirled between us like steam from the mug, wrapping our conversation in quiet comfort. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she spoke about Jimin, and it made me happy for her—really. She deserved someone who made her feel the way Jungkook made me feel.

"He’s just... charming," she gushed, her cheeks tinged pink. "Like, he listens when I talk, remembers little things I say, and texts me good morning even before I wake up sometimes. It’s cheesy, but it makes my day every time."

I smiled, genuinely touched by her joy. "You light up when you talk about him. I’m so glad you met someone who treats you like that. You deserve it."

Nayeon grinned. "Thanks, Y/N. I mean, we’re still getting to know each other, but I haven’t felt this kind of ease with someone in... well, maybe ever. You and Jungkook kind of gave me hope, you know? Watching how in sync you two are."

That pulled a shy laugh from me. "We’ve been through a lot to get here. But yeah, I think we’re in a really good place now. He makes me feel safe. Like, no matter what chaos is around us, we’ve got each other."

"That’s beautiful," Nayeon said, softly. Then her grin returned. "So what do you say? You, me, Jimin, Jungkook. Dinner next weekend? Maybe that new place near the riverwalk?"

"Yes!" I nearly jumped. "Let’s do it. I want to do all the couple things while we can. Weekends go by fast, you know?"

Nayeon laughed. "You’re such a romantic. I love it."

We laughed together, the moment sealed in simple joy. I didn’t know who Jimin really was just that he made my friend happy. And that was enough. For now.

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jungkook’s pov:

The studio always smelled faintly of fresh paint and old wood, comforting, lived-in, like the hum of creativity still lingered in the walls. I dropped my keys on the front table and slipped off my sneakers, feeling the familiar creak of the floorboards under my feet. Taehyung’s music leaked from his editing booth, something lo-fi and grainy with a synth line that curled in your ear. “Yo,” I called out, walking past the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Taehyung appeared a second later, his curls a bit messy, paint smudged on the hem of his white tee. “Hey. You’re back early.” “Yeah, just needed some air,” I said, twisting the cap and taking a sip. He raised a brow, leaning against the counter. “That kind of air?” I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. “Nah, not like that. Things are actually good. Really good.” He folded his arms and gave me that half-smirk he always wore when he knew a story was coming. “So spill.” So I did. I told him everything. About how Y/N and I had been syncing up more, how we were talking, planning, even dreaming together. Literally. I told him about the dreams, the ones from 1996, the ones that felt like déjà vu turned up to eleven. I paused. “There’s something I didn’t tell her, though. About the bar dream.” Taehyung’s brows lifted. “Go on.” “I did coke. With Jimin.” I ran my fingers through my hair, the guilt crawling back up my spine. “And I didn’t tell her. I couldn’t. It didn’t feel like me, Tae, but it was me. In that life.”

Taehyung tilted his head slightly as he leaned back in his chair, a curious smile playing on his lips. "So, let me get this straight... you’ve been dream-hopping with Y/N, discovering pieces of a past life together, and now you’re feeling guilty over something dream-you did?" Jungkook ran his hand through his hair, exhaling hard. "It sounds insane when you say it out loud like that." "It is insane," Taehyung said, laughing. "But it’s also kind of beautiful, in a weirdly twisted rom-com kind of way." "It doesn’t feel beautiful when I wake up with this knot in my stomach," Jungkook muttered. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on the floor. “I keep hearing her voice in the dream, and I keep thinking about how hurt she would be if she knew. And I hate that I’m keeping it from her in real life too.” Taehyung grew serious. “You really love her.” “More than I thought I could love anyone,” Jungkook admitted, his voice low. “She’s it. There’s no one else. There never was.” The studio fell quiet for a moment except for the hum of the monitors and faint vibrations from the bass track Taehyung had been mixing earlier. “And this whole dream thing, it’s more than just dreams,” Jungkook added. “It feels like pieces of us got scattered in another life, and now they’re falling back into place.” Taehyung rubbed his chin, thoughtful. “You think the cocaine thing matters that much?” Jungkook shot him a look. “Wouldn’t it matter to you if your girlfriend dream-saw you snorting lines in a bathroom and then lying about it?” “I mean… yeah, I guess that’s not ideal,” Taehyung admitted. “But it wasn’t you. It was 1996 Jungkook. Different time, different circumstances. And you were drunk. Doesn’t excuse it, but it’s not like you’re doing that now.” “I still feel like it reflects something deeper. Like... how easily I can fall into a lie to protect her.” Taehyung leaned forward, serious now. “Okay, listen to me. That kind of guilt can eat you alive. But if you're honest with her, even just about how it made you feel, without giving her the whole line-snorting montage, it could mean everything.” “I don’t want to lie anymore,” Jungkook said, quietly. “But I’m scared. Scared it’ll change how she looks at me.” “Bro, she’s looking at you like you hung the moon. I saw the way she smiled at you at the apartment the other week. Even when she was a little off that day, her eyes never left you.” A flicker of warmth spread through Jungkook’s chest. “She wants to do a double date soon. Her coworker has a new boyfriend she’s excited about.” “Oh yeah?” Taehyung perked up. “You down for that?” “Yeah. I think it’ll be fun. She’s been talking about wanting to do more couple stuff.” “Damn, domestic Jungkook. I never thought I’d see the day,” Taehyung teased. Jungkook laughed for the first time in hours. “Yeah, me neither. But I want it. All of it. Even the stupid fights and uncomfortable conversations. If it means I get to wake up next to her for the rest of my life, then yeah- I’ll take it.” Taehyung watched him, then stood up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You should invite her over tonight. I’ll cook. Make it nice. No dream drama, no deep existential confessions; just you, me, her, and dinner.” Jungkook nodded slowly, the idea bringing a strange calm to his chest. “Yeah, that sounds good.” “And maybe don’t let dream-Jimin near our liquor cabinet,” Taehyung added with a smirk. Jungkook groaned. “God, that guy gives me weird vibes.” “Same. Just... watch him.” “I will,” Jungkook promised. 

“Also,” he added, stepping away, I laughed. “You’re gonna cook?” Taehyung winked. “You trust me with your secrets. Trust me with the stove.”

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My thumb hovered over the screen before I finally tapped out a text.

Jungkook: Hey, Tae’s making Korean BBQ at our place tonight. Wanna come over? Just us three. Around 7?

Y/N’s reply came seconds later.

Y/N: Umm YES?! Dinner date with you and Taehyung? Say less.

I smiled, relieved and excited all at once. As the hour neared, I changed clothes three times, nothing looked right. I wanted to look casual, but not like I hadn’t tried. When the doorbell rang, I was in the kitchen with Taehyung, helping set out side dishes. Y/N walked in, and my heart did a full somersault. She wore light-wash jeans that hugged her thighs perfectly and a snug, cropped long-sleeve tee that showed just enough skin to drive him insane. Her hair was down, framing her face, and her lip gloss was the shade I always told her I liked best. “Hey,” she greeted, her smile lighting up the room. Taehyung looked up from the grill, grinning. “You look amazing, Y/N.” I cleared my throat, eyes still fixed on her. “You look… wow.” Her cheeks flushed. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Dinner was loud and full of laughter. Taehyung kept cracking jokes about the first time he met me, how awkward I was, how he nearly burned the apartment trying to cook instant ramen. Y/N was doubled over with laughter more than once, and I couldn’t stop glancing at her like she was some dream I couldn’t believe had come true. When dinner wrapped, Y/N stood and began clearing the plates. “I’ll just put these in the sink,” she offered. “I’ll help,” I said, rising quickly, catching a knowing smirk from Taehyung. In the kitchen, she rinsed a bowl and leaned forward slightly. I slid in behind her, my hands settling on her hips as I pressed against her back. Y/N leaned back slightly in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulder as she rinsed the plate in the sink. The water splashed quietly, but my pulse was louder in my ears. I hadn’t let go of her since I slipped in behind her, body pressed against hers like a heatwave. My lips skimmed along the line of her jaw, barely grazing, teasing. I hope she could feel the tension radiating off me  not just lust, but the raw affection in my touch.

“You know you’re driving me crazy in this outfit, right?” 

“You looked so fucking good tonight,” breath warm against her skin. “I couldn’t stop watching you. Every time you laughed, I fell a little harder.”

She chuckled, still rinsing. “Is that so?” “Yeah,” I murmured, trailing kisses from her neck to her shoulder. “After tonight… I’m going to take my time with you. No distractions. No holding back.”

She smiled, cheeks flushing even under the steamy warmth of the kitchen. “You’re such a sap.” I chuckled, hands sliding from her waist to her hips, thumbs rubbing small circles through the denim. “Only for you.” My lips trailed downward, placing soft kisses along her neck. “You have no idea how many times I imagined this... you, here, with me, in this space... like we belong.” Y/N turned her head slightly to glance at me. “We do belong.” I nodded against her. “Yeah. We do.” We stood in silence for a beat, the kind that didn’t demand filling. It was that rare, easy quiet that came from intimacy, not absence. I felt her breath hitch as my hands started to slide up under her shirt, palms warm against her skin. Then- “Ahem.” Taehyung leaned against the doorframe, a wide grin on his face. “Should I take that as my cue to go to bed?” I jumped back like a teenager caught sneaking kisses behind the bleachers. Y/N laughed, biting her lip as she turned back to the dishes. Taehyung eyed them with a smirk. “You guys are ridiculous,” he said, putting his glass in the sink. “You know, I think I preferred when you two were awkward and shy. Now you’re all gooey and PDA-heavy.” “Shut up, Tae,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help but smile. Taehyung dried his hands on a dish towel. “I’m happy for you. I really am. It’s good to see you like this. You’re softer around her. More... human.” I glanced at Y/N, then nodded at my friend. “Thanks, man.” With a mock salute, Taehyung left the kitchen, disappearing down the hallway toward his room. We listened until his door shut behind him, then exchanged a look. “Where were we?” I murmured. Y/N smiled, turning around and wrapping her arms around my neck. “You were being very sweet.” I leaned in again, brushing my lips over hers, slow and deliberate this time. We kissed like we had all the time in the world-  lazy, unhurried. It was a kind of claiming, a quiet celebration of something sacred we were both beginning to fully understand. After a few moments, I pulled away just enough to speak. “Come shower with me?” Y/N nodded, my heart skipping as I took her hand. We moved through the apartment hand in hand, bodies brushing, anticipation thick between us. When we reached the bathroom, Jungkook reached in and turned on the water, steam already starting to fog up the mirror.

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y/n’s pov: 

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, the sound muffled by the heated kisses Jungkook and I were already exchanging. Our lips moved hungrily against each other, tongues dueling in a rhythm that was both familiar and electric. Jungkook’s hands were everywhere, gripping my waist, pulling me closer as if the few inches between us were an unbearable distance. His hair brushed against my cheek. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that only comes from two people who know exactly what they want and are more than willing to take it.

Jungkook broke the kiss, his brown eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter. “Move” he commanded, his voice low and rough, laced with a dominance that sent a shiver down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, walking to the counter back pressing against the cool marble as he stepped closer, his muscular frame towering over me. His tattooed sleeve caught my eye, the intricate designs a stark contrast to his skin. He smirked, knowing the effect he had on me, and leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yours,” I murmured, voice barely audible, my body already thrumming with anticipation.

Without warning, Jungkook turned me around and pushed me forward, my chest pressing against the cold countertop. He wrapped one hand in my hair, tugging gently as he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His other hand slid down my body, gripping my hips firmly before sliding my pants down my legs. They pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out of them, my skin prickling under his gaze. “Look at yourself,” he ordered, his voice sharp but laced with desire. He lifted my head up by her hair to face the mirror, my reflection staring back at me: flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and a body that was already aching for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hand landing on my ass with a sharp smack. I gasped, the sting mingling with the heat already coiled low in my belly. He spanked me again, harder this time, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before slipping between my thighs. I was already wet, my body responding to his touch with a desperation that embarrassed and excited me.

“Yours,” I repeated, voice breathless as his fingers slid inside me, slow and deliberate. He curled them, finding my sweet spot with ease, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Fuck, Jungkook,” I whimpered, body arching into his touch.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck again as he quickened his pace. “Cum for me. Let me hear you.” His words were a command, and my body obeyed, orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my nails digging into the countertop as he held me steady, his fingers relentless until I was trembling and boneless in his arms.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice soft now, almost tender, as he pulled his hand away. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, his touch gentle despite the roughness of their encounter. “Now finish getting undressed and get in the shower. I’m not done with you yet.”

I did as I was told, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm. I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, and turned to face him as he joined me. His eyes raked over me, and I felt a flush creep up my chest, his gaze as intimate as any touch. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I dropped to my knees without hesitation, my hands resting on his thighs as I looked up at him. “Please,” I whispered, voice a mixture of desire and submission.

Jungkook’s smirk was predatory as he grabbed my hair, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone mocking but affectionate. I nodded, breath quickening as I wrapped my hand around him, my touch light, teasing, before taking him into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back as I took him deep, my tongue swirling around the head. I hummed my approval, the vibration sending shivers through him. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.” His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I bobbed my head, my lips sliding up and down his length. I moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his skin, and he cursed, his control slipping. “Get up,” he growled, pulling me to my feet.

He picked me up and pressed me against the shower wall, the tiles cold against my back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped as he thrust into me, filling me completely, the water raining down on us as our bodies moved in perfect sync. “You’re so tight,” he panted, his voice rough as he pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly enough to leave bruises. “So fucking perfect.”

I cried out with each thrust, my nails digging into his shoulders as I met his rhythm, my body desperate for release. “Jungkook, please,” I begged, my voice breaking as my orgasm built again, faster and harder than before.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His words were my undoing, my body shattering around him as I screamed his name, my walls clenching tightly around him. He followed moments later, his release hot and intense, his curses mingling with my moans as we clung to each other, breathless and spent.

When it was over, Jungkook held me close, his touch gentle as he washed me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping me in a soft towel before leading me to the bathroom counter. He sat me down, his hands moving with practiced ease as he began my skincare routine, his touch light and careful. He brushed my hair, the strokes slow and soothing, and I leaned into him, body still buzzing with the aftermath of our encounter.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his lips pressing against my forehead. “Mine.”

I smiled, my heart full as he scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. He laid me down gently, pulling me into his embrace, his body a warm and solid presence against mine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my eyes drifting closed as his hand stroked my back, his touch a promise of comfort and care.

“Love you,” I whispered, voice soft and sleepy.

“Love you too,” he replied, his voice a rumble against my chest. And as we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, safe and complete.

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I adjusted the strap of my black satin dress for the fifth time, pretending not to notice how quiet Jungkook had gotten since we arrived at his company dinner. The restaurant was a chic, dimly lit fusion place in Gangnam, buzzing with soft jazz and conversation, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. More specifically, it was stuck on the image of Jungkook passed out on our couch just eight hours earlier- fully clothed, shoes still on, one arm slung across his forehead like he was posing for some tragic painting.

And the worst part? The smell. The alcohol on his breath, the sweat, the faint hint of cologne he probably sprayed on to cover it up, none of it masked the guilt that clung to him like smoke.

“You okay?” Jungkook leaned over and brushed his hand against mine under the table.

I gave him a stiff smile. “Fine.”

His brows furrowed like he knew that wasn’t true, but he didn’t push it. Probably didn’t want a scene at his precious company dinner.

I sat there, listening to his coworkers compliment his work and laugh at his jokes, while the resentment inside me bubbled quietly like a kettle set to boil. I wanted to shake him. Ask him why he thought it was okay to show up at two in the morning, giggling and stumbling, trying to pull me into bed like everything was fine. He’d whispered apologies in my ear like it would make it all go away.

But it didn’t.

After picking at my plate and sipping a barely touched glass of wine, I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom.

The hallway was sleek with marble floors, gold accents, and mirrors lining the walls. I stepped into the bathroom, grateful for the temporary escape. I splashed a bit of cold water on my face and stared at my reflection. I looked tired. Like I hadn’t slept in days. Maybe I hadn’t.

The door creaked behind me. I caught her silhouette in the mirror before I turned.

Jennie.

She was poised as always, hair perfectly curled, lips tinted rose. Her dress clung to her like it had been stitched on, not a wrinkle in sight. She gave me a thin smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I replied, brushing my damp hands on a paper towel.

We stood in silence for a beat. It was awkward, but not unbearable. Until she spoke again.

“You look… tired,” she said, stepping closer to the sink.

“I’ve had a long week,” I said, not bothering to fake a smile.

She gave a small laugh, like something about that amused her. “I bet. Must be hard keeping up with Jungkook.”

My stomach twisted. I turned slightly to look at her. “Excuse me?”

She stepped closer. Not touching me, but close enough that I felt boxed in. “He’s a lot, isn’t he? So much energy. So many layers. And he’s not exactly… easy to handle. Especially when he drinks.”

I didn’t respond. My heart started to thud in my chest.

Jennie tilted her head. “But Jungkook… he’s not yours, not really. He’s mine. He always has been.”

I stared at her, the words slow to process.

“What?”

She smiled wider now. Too wide. Her voice dipped low. “I’m just saying! He deserves someone who understands him. Someone who can match him. You’re… cute. I’ll give you that. But you’re not enough for him. He’ll realize that eventually.”

I took a step back, hitting the counter behind me. “Why are you saying this?”

Jennie shrugged. “Because you need to hear it. You need to stop pretending this is some fairy tale. Jungkook belongs with me. I’m prettier. Smarter. Better. It’s only a matter of time.”

She turned to the mirror then, checking her lipstick, completely calm. Like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me in a public restroom.

And then, just like that, she walked out.

The door swung shut behind her, and I was left frozen, the echo of her words ringing in my ears. My hands trembled. I gripped the edge of the sink to steady myself.

I looked into the mirror again. My reflection stared back, shaken and speechless.

And I realized I wasn’t just angry anymore.

I was afraid.

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I jolted awake, my body damp with sweat, heart pounding so hard it rattled my ribs. The room was quiet, too quiet. I reached out beside me instinctively, but the bed was empty since Jungkook had gone home last night. My fingers curled around the cool sheets like they could anchor me back to reality.

It was just a dream. Just a dream.

But Jennie’s voice echoed in my mind like it had been carved into bone.

“He’s mine. He always has been.”

I sat up slowly, brushing the hair from my face and trying to breathe through the wave of dread clawing at my chest. My hands trembled as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. It was only 6:23 a.m., but I didn’t care.

I opened our chat and started typing before I could talk myself out of it.

Y/N: Just woke up from a really bad dream.

Y/N: We were at your company dinner and Jennie followed me into the bathroom and basically threatened me. Said you were hers. Said she was prettier and smarter and that I wasn’t enough for you. 

Y/N: It felt… real. I’m still shaking. I know it’s dumb. Sorry.

I hit send, holding my breath.

The three little dots appeared almost immediately.

Jungkook: What the hell???

Jungkook: I’m so sorry. That’s not dumb, baby. That’s terrifying.

Jungkook: She said that?? In the dream?? Are you sure you’re okay?

I swallowed, staring at the screen. My heart hadn’t stopped racing.

Y/N: Yeah. I mean… not really. It just felt so aggressive. I didn’t even fight back. I just froze.

He replied again quickly.

Jungkook: That’s normal. It was a dream, but that kind of energy leaves a mark. 

Jungkook: Jennie’s showing up too much lately. I don’t like it.

Jungkook: Come over tonight? Please? We don’t have to talk about dreams unless you want to. I just want you close.

I smiled faintly, a little calmer now.

Y/N: Yeah. I’d like that. I just want to be near you.

Jungkook: Always.

I pulled the covers around me and sank back against the pillows, the anxiety slowly fading into the quiet hum of morning.

Maybe being near him tonight would remind me what was real.

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It was early Saturday afternoon when a notification popped up on my phone screen. 

Nayeon: Still good for tonight? 7:30, right?

I sat on the edge of the bed, my thumb hovering over the keyboard for a second before typing back: 

Y/N: Yes! Can’t wait 😊

Jungkook was lounging on the couch in a soft black t-shirt, lazily scrolling on his phone when I called out to him. “Nayeon confirmed. Double date’s on.” He glanced over with that boyish grin. “Let’s make it a night to remember.”

I smiled as I made my way into the bathroom to start getting ready. The anticipation fluttered low in my stomach, not nerves, exactly, but something like them. I curled my hair loosely and kept my makeup soft. I threw on a pair of jeans that hugged just right and a long-sleeve cropped tee, form-fitting and black. When I looked in the mirror, I felt good. 

Jungkook let out a low whistle when I stepped out. “Damn, baby…” I rolled my eyes, but heat bloomed in my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.” We hopped into his car around 7, a soft playlist filling the silence as we drove. His hand rested on my thigh, thumb making slow circles as we passed familiar streets. The city shimmered a little more than usual, and even though I couldn’t explain why, everything felt heightened. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” I said. He glanced over. “You mean double dating like normal people for once?” I laughed. “Exactly.” But the moment we walked into the bar and Nayeon waved us over, I felt it. There he was. Jimin. The same Jimin from the dreams. Perfect smile. Familiar eyes. Something in my chest pulled tight. Jungkook froze beside me. Our hands were still linked, but his grip tensed slightly. “Y/N, Jungkook- this is my boyfriend, Jimin!” Nayeon beamed. Jimin stood and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you guys. I’ve heard a lot.” I swallowed hard and smiled, willing my voice to sound normal. “Hi! So nice to finally meet you.” Jungkook shook his hand, and for a moment, their eyes locked for a moment. Nayeon and I ordered cocktails while the guys went for beer. The food came out in tapas-style small plates: crispy chicken bites, truffle fries, and some kind of fancy shrimp skewers that Jimin raved about. We shared, laughed, toasted, and even played a few silly question games that Nayeon insisted on starting.

Jimin was… sweet. Funny. Down-to-earth. A little too interested in Jungkook’s music, maybe, but not in a pushy way. Jungkook was polite, cautious, but I could see his mind running a mile a minute behind his eyes. Nayeon didn’t seem to notice. She was glowing with happiness, and I couldn’t bring myself to say anything that might chip away at that. As the evening wore on, Jimin and Jungkook began talking more naturally. They bonded over their favorite hip hop albums, both agreeing that 90s rap just hit differently. 

Jimin leaned across the table midway through dinner. “You produce too, right, Jungkook?”

“Yeah,” he replied, guarded but not unfriendly. “I’d love to sit in on a session sometime,” Jimin offered. “Just to see the magic.” “We’ll see,” Jungkook said with a small smile. I watched the tension in Jungkook’s shoulders slowly dissolve, and the way his smile came more easily as he relaxed. Jimin really did seem like a good guy, and for a moment, I let myself believe this might all just be one giant coincidence.

The conversation drifted to vacations, favorite foods, karaoke disasters. We laughed. A lot. My stomach hurt in the best way.

By dessert, I almost forgot we were suspicious of him. Almost.

When the check came, we all split it and stood outside for a while, saying our goodbyes and promising to do it again soon. The breeze had picked up, and I found myself leaning into Jungkook’s side, his arm coming up to pull me closer as we walked to his car.

The moment we were inside with the doors shut, Jungkook exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire evening. On the drive home, the streetlights blurred past my window, soft and warm against the night sky. 

“Well…” he started. “That was… something,” I finished. He looked over at me. “It’s him, right?” I nodded. “No doubt.” “But how? Why?” “I don’t know.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “But he doesn’t seem dangerous. If anything, he seemed… eager to connect.” “That’s what worries me,” Jungkook muttered. “Eager people are either really genuine or really good at pretending.” I reached for his hand. “We’ll keep our eyes open. But for tonight, we survived. And it wasn’t terrible.” He glanced at me, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “You looked insanely hot tonight, by the way.” I grinned. “Only tonight?” “Every night,” he said, leaning in to kiss me at a red light. By the time we reached his place, I was half-asleep, my head lolling gently toward the window. Jungkook helped me out of the car, chuckling softly as he guided me inside. We changed into pajamas wordlessly, brushing teeth side by side like we’d done it forever. I crawled under the covers and let out a contented sigh. Jungkook joined me moments later, wrapping an arm around my waist as we clicked on the TV. “I still can’t get over it,” I whispered. “It’s like the dream world is bleeding into the real one.” “I know but maybe this is what progress looks like. Maybe we’re meant to piece it all together.” I nestled against him. “One weird puzzle piece at a time.” We flipped on the TV, something light and stupid playing in the background. But I wasn’t really watching. I was just grateful. Grateful for the normalcy. The safety. The warmth. And even if it wouldn’t last forever, I was going to soak in every second of it while I still could.

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jungkook’s pov: 

The soft glow of the television cast a warm, flickering light across the bedroom, its muted chatter blending with the steady hum of the air conditioner. Y/N lay sprawled across the bed, her hair fanned out like a butterfly wing on the pillow, her breathing deep and rhythmic. She was in that delicate space between sleep and wakefulness, her body relaxed but her mind still drifting in the haze of dreams. 

I propped myself up on one elbow, watching her with a tender smile. My hair fell across my forehead as I leaned in. The TV show droned on in the background, but my focus was entirely on her.

I slowly moved, deliberate and gentle, as I was afraid to wake her. My lips brushed against the curve of her neck, breath warm and soothing. 

“Hey, beautiful,” I whispered, voice a low murmur that tickled her skin. “You’re so gorgeous, even when you’re sleeping.” My fingers trailed down her arm, tracing the contours of her body with a lightness that made her shiver. She stirred slightly, a soft hum escaping her lips, but she didn’t fully wake. I chuckled softly, my lips curving into a playful smirk. “Shh, go back to sleep, baby. Let me take care of you.”

My hands moved lower, gliding over the curve of her hip. I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her stomach before dipping lower. Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyelids fluttering as a soft moan escaped her lips. 

She was still half-asleep, her body responding instinctively to my touch, but her mind remained foggy, drifting in a pleasurable haze. I curled my lips into a satisfied smile, “That’s it, baby. Just relax. Let me make you feel good.”

I kissed her neck again, lips moving in slow, deliberate patterns, tongue tracing the delicate skin behind her ear. My fingers were gentle but firm, teasing the sensitive flesh of her pussy through her panties. Y/N’s hips twitched, her body arching subtly into my touch. 

Her moans grew louder, more urgent, but her eyes remained closed, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. My heart swelled with adoration. I loved this. I loved the way she surrendered to me, even in her sleep, loved the way her body responded to my touch like it was made for me.

With a gentle hand, I eased her pajama shorts down her legs, baring her body. Her skin was flawless and smooth, her curves soft and inviting. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her, desire mingling with a deep, aching tenderness. I leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, my lips lingering on the dip of her navel. My hands roamed freely now, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the slope of her thighs. Every touch is a tribute, a silent declaration of my love and desire.

I kissed down her thighs, lips brushing against her skin with a feather-light touch, my tongue darting out to taste her. Y/N’s legs parted slightly, her body instinctively opening to me, even as she remained lost in sleep. My lips curved into a smile as I continued my slow, worshipful exploration, kisses trailing down to her ankles and back up again. I took my time, savoring every inch of her, with reverence and hunger. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, voice thick with emotion. “I could spend all day just kissing every part of you.”

Finally, I reached the apex of her thighs, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Y/N’s hips bucked slightly, her moans growing louder, more coherent. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep, but her body was fully awake now, alive with anticipation. I looked up at her, eyes dark with desire, lips curved into a wicked grin. “Morning, beautiful,” I teased, voice low and husky. “Or should I say, good night?”

Without another word, I dipped my head, tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along her folds. Y/N gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as her body arched off the bed. I hummed against her skin, the vibration sending shivers through her. I took my time, tongue exploring every inch of her, lips sucking gently, fingers teasing her clit. Y/N’s moans filled the room, her body moving in rhythm with my mouth, her hips grinding into the mattress. My own body was tight with need, my cock throbbing against the fabric of my boxers, but I wasn’t in a rush. I loved this- loved the way she tasted, loved the way she felt, loved the way she surrendered to me completely.

My tongue delved deeper, fingers joining in, my mouth devouring her with a hunger that bordered on worship. Y/N’s breath came in sharp gasps, her body tightening as she climbed higher and higher. “Jungkook ,” she panted, her voice thick with need. “Oh God, Jungkook , please- ”

“Cum for me, baby,” I murmured against her skin, voice a rough whisper. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

My words were the final push she needed. Y/N’s body shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a ferocity that left her trembling. Her cries filled the room, her hips bucking against my mouth as she rode out the waves of pleasure. I groaned, my own release catching me off guard as I came in my boxers, body jerking against the mattress. I stayed with her, my tongue soothing, hands gentle, until her cries softened to whimpers and her body went limp.

When I finally lifted my head, my lips curved into a satisfied smile. I kissed her inner thigh, my touch tender, before trailing my lips back up her body. She watched me through her half-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths. My heart swelled with love when I looked at her, her hair tousled, her lips swollen, her body glowing with satisfaction. I leaned over her, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. “You’re incredible,” voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much.”

My lips moved to her neck, hands roaming over her body as I kissed and nipped at her skin. I positioned myself between her legs, eyes locking with hers as I slowly entered her. Y/N gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders as I filled her, my thickness stretching her in a way that made her toes curl. I held her gaze, movements slow and deliberate, my hips rocking into hers with a rhythm that was both tender and relentless.

I held her hands above her head, lips trailing down to her breasts, my tongue swirling around her nipples, teeth tugging gently. Y/N moaned, her body arching into my touch, her hips meeting my thrusts eagerly. My words were a mix of praise and filthy promises, voice low. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. “I love the way you feel around me. So tight, so wet- ”

My thrusts grew harder, faster, driven by a need that was both primal and tender. Y/N’s cries grew louder, her body tightening around me as she climbed toward another peak. My lips found hers, our kisses deep and hungry, my tongue tangling with hers as our bodies moved in perfect sync. “Cum with me, baby,” I whispered, voice hoarse with need. “Let’s come together.”

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, our bodies convulsing in unison as we cried out each other’s names. I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, heart pounding against hers. I kissed her forehead, lips lingering as I whispered, “I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.”

Y/N’s eyes drifted closed, her body heavy with satisfaction. She was already drifting back to sleep, her breathing evening out as exhaustion claimed her. I smiled, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin as I gently withdrew from her. I cleaned her up, my touch tender, before settling beside her, pulling her into my arms. I kissed her forehead one last time, my lips brushing against her skin in a silent vow. “Goodnight, beautiful,” I whispered. “Sweet dreams.”

And with that, I held her close, my heart full, my soul content, as the soft glow of the television illuminated their peaceful slumber

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The rustle of wind through amber leaves whispered against the windows as Jungkook sat curled on the couch beside Y/N. A soft movie played on the TV, some indie romantic comedy she picked out, but honestly, Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to the plot. The real comfort was her warmth pressed into his side, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the air, and the quiet rhythm of her breathing as she rested her head on his chest.

It was Fall. Leaves tumbled down the street outside, and golden light flickered against the living room walls. Everything was soft, safe, good.

Until the doorbell rang.

They both flinched slightly.

Y/N looked up, eyebrows pinching together. “Who the hell is ringing the bell this late?”

Jungkook kissed the top of her head. “Probably some kid selling candy or something. I’ll check.”

She let out a sleepy hum and returned her gaze to the screen.

He got up and padded to the front door, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened it slowly. Cold air swept in.

No one was there.

Just an empty porch.

He glanced left, right but nothing but a quiet street. The houses across the way were dark. The trees rustled overhead. Weird.

He was about to close the door when something caught his eye. Down at his feet sat a medium-sized bouquet of red roses and a stuffed white bunny with a ribbon around its neck. A small card stuck out from the flowers.

His gut twisted as he picked it up.

The handwriting was loopy and overly neat. Feminine.

“You will be mine soon. ❤️”

“What the hell…” he muttered, his heart beating faster as Jungkook carried the bundle inside.

“Hey babe?” He called out, holding it awkwardly as he stepped back into the living room. “Uh… someone left this.”

Y/N sat up straighter, her expression falling when she saw what he was carrying.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, eyes narrowing. “Let me guess. No one was there?”

Jungkook nodded, holding up the note. “This was attached.”

She took it from his hand, reading it silently. Her jaw tightened. “She’s out of her damn mind.”

His shoulders tensed. “Who?”

“Jennie. Who else?”

Jungkook sat down next to her slowly. “You don’t know that.”

“Really?” she snapped, tossing the card onto the coffee table. “Who else keeps flirting with you at work and looking at me like she wants to scratch my face off?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah, she’s... intense. But this could be anyone.”

Y/N folded her arms. “That’s the problem. You keep brushing it off like it’s nothing. But it’s creepy, Jungkook. This isn’t just some office crush anymore.”

“I’m not brushing it off, I just- ” he sighed, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want to jump to conclusions and blame someone without proof. And even if it is her, she’s harmless. She probably just has a crush.”

Y/N turned to face him fully. “Babe. A harmless crush doesn’t leave threats at your door like some unhinged stalker. That note isn’t sweet- it’s possessive. It’s obsessive. It’s scary.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

She wasn’t wrong.

“I just want you to stay away from her,” she added softly, eyes glistening slightly now. “Please.”

He reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. “Okay. I promise. I’ll distance myself. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t being heard.”

She let out a long breath, and her shoulders eased just a little. “Thanks.”

But he knew, even as they sat there trying to turn their attention back to the movie, the feeling had shifted. The leaves might’ve still danced outside, but the wind felt colder now. Something, or someone, was intruding on our peace.

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[lostfairyart]

Mettaton, my beloved!!!!! 😭🩷🖤🤖

He’s been a crush of mine for YEARSSS. He definitely was one of the first crushes that turned into a hyperfixation for me. I would spend countless hours looking at fanart of him and I’d draw him constantly. He made me happy, he still makes me happy, I freaking love this guy. 🩷

My art of MTT throughout the years below:

LOL, as you can see, I’ve never been sold on one design for him. I’m pretty happy with the newest one, though. The 2022 one is definitely more robotic and shiny looking but BRUH, the amount of time it took to do all that detail ain’t worth my time. 😮‍💨 So I’ll probably stick to a more simple but still robotic looking design like the 2024 one. Probably.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

Just got an idea to do this trend with Sabbath boys. Specifically dedicated to @shintaru & tagging @scareeemonstaah dividers by @cafekitsune

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍:

You were bedrotting, having nothing better to do than scrolling through tiktok, when you suddenly came across coupletok and certain trend catched your attention. It was a trend where a boyfriend did a heart with his hair for his girlfriend.

Compared to recent trends, this one seemed decent and adorable. You looked up at the trend and saw so many results, whether it was cute due to boyfriends successing in making hearts or funny how many of them failed to shape it.

It made you wonder how Wooin would be able to do it. He doesn't have long hair after all... But still, he can do small heart, right?

Wooin usually knows trends from social medias (tiktok & etc). Though, he really hasn't tried them himself, especially couple trends that he usually watched just to smile and say "aww, I hope they break up." then scroll again.

Since you two started dating, you've been sending him videos from coupletok and with no other choice, he watched all of them and has done few trends with you. Now wasn't any exception.

You sent him the vid you specifically chose and texted him.

"Can you do it?👀" 15:02

You stared at your phone, watching the “sent” tick turn into “read,” holding your breath like you just sent a love confession instead of a TikTok trend.

Did you forget that I don't have long hair,babe....? 15:06

Of course he would say that, but with lil begging, he'd definitely give in.

"Pleasee?? Even if it's tiny heart.." 15:06

Fine, he'll give it a try. He knows you're type to love posting these kind of things anyway and he doesn't mind at all, even if his face stays blurred in your vids because yk...He got too popular in Korea - whether cuz of cycling or illegal shits, you don't know.

Wooin pressed the button for video recording, his cap taken off as he gathered few strands of his dark hair but it was a big struggle! His hairstyle isn't designed for trends like this. So, no matter how much he tried to form a heart, the group of his hear would fall apart or it didn't look like a heart at all.

Now he started getting frustrated, but his fingers still patiently and carefully worked on his hair and finally, finally he managed to form a perfect heart, the one you'd absolutely love.

He stopped recording and sent his saved video to you and god, did you love it. Watching the way he perfectly shaped heart with his hair, despite it being short as hell, you couldn't help but think how skilled his hands were, how patiently he worked on the shape to make sure it was perfect despite the obvious vein popping on back of his hand from it.

And, of course, watching him fail so many times was great source of entertainment but it also made you giddy how he actually tried for you.

Who even came up with this? 15:23

"Dunno. It's cute though!" 15:24

Annoyingly so😮‍💨 15:24

"Oh c'mon, it wasn't that bad" 15:24

Tell that to my hair. 15:25

He texted.

"But I still love it! I'm def posting this." 15:26

"Of course only the part where you finally successed..." 15:26

He scoffed at your texts, pretending to be offended.

Little did you know that he was gonna stalk your account now.

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑:

You were hanging out with your friend, shopping together as what she'd call it was 'girls shopping' but it suddenly started raining heavily, causing you both to abandon shopping and sprint to her house as soon as possible, since it was closest.

Now you're at your friends house, cold, wet, drying yourself with a towel your friend gave you while cursing yourself for being stupid and not calling Taxi.

But that aside, you decided to stay at your friend's house until it would stop raining but since you wouldn't be able to return to your home for a while, you texted Hajun so he wouldn't be worried.

"I'm gonna be at my friend's place until it'll stop raining:)" 16:24

The 'sent' tick immediately turned to 'read', making your breath hitch at how fast he answers. Wasn't he supposed to be working? Is he finally free now?

Alright. Do you want me to pick you up later? 16:25

"That would be nice." 16:25

After texting him bit more, your previous mood, that was ruined by rain, changed into better. You couldn't even count how many times you smiled thanks to him being sweetest human being ever, letting you rant about your day to him, complain to him as much as you wanted.

While you were texting him and smiling ear to ear, your friend nudged you to grab your attention and showed you the video. "Look, another trend is up in coupletok."

It was a trend where a boyfriend did a heart with his hair for his girlfriend. Something about this made you giddy, the vision of Hajun doing this immediately flashed before your eyes.

"Wait, send it to me." You told her.

She sent you the video and you immediately forwarded it to Hajun, excitedly typing words while wearing stupid grin.

"If you aren't busy, can you do this?" 16:54

Now, Joker definitely didn't even know this trend existed. Heck, this guy didn't even have tiktok until you made him install it but even then, he wasn't really using that app. This guys fyp was only about workouts, gym trainings and etc.

But he was also used to you sending him romantic stuff so he definitely wasn't surprised when you sent him another video from #coupletok but your text did catch him off guard.

Him? Him?! Doing this trend? Not like he's against it but it's his first time, you know. He's not the one to do trends like this, in fact, he considers trying to catch up to trends stupid and exhausting. But if it was you asking...especially after telling him about your bad luck today...Yeah, he really couldn't decline.

You nervously waited for his message, biting your nail gently while thousands of thoughts crossed your mind. What if he doesn't wanna do it? What if he thinks it's stupid? What if he thought you were being childish? What if--

The sound of notification snapped you back to reality, your eyes landing on the message.

Sure. But don't post it anywhere. 16:57

Your face lights up again. Gosh, you were truly lucky to have him.

"Nopee, dw! It's only for me." 16:57

Yeah, he clicked the button to record but...His hair wasn't as obedient as he thought it would be. He tried shaping the heart, but it wasn't good enough for him, he wanted to send you perfect heart after all, so he restarted to record it again.

Finally, he shaped the heart perfectly and gosh when you saw the video of his rough hands gently taking his hair to make cute heart, to say that you loved it was an understatement!

It's still ridiculous how soft this huge boxer gorilla can be.

"It's so cute!!!" 17:04

Your message made him smile a bit to himself. If you were happy then so was he and he loves being the reason behind your smile, even if he'd have to do stupid trends for you.

Sure thing.

❤

He texted, sitting on the couch like Japanese person sits on the floor, while Wooin just finished recording him doing stupid hearts on his hair. He was definitely sending this to Hyuk.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊:

It's Monday, hot weather - 40°, you'd think your beloved AC would help you but noo, it decided to stop working completely, you don't have ice or ice-cream in the freezer but also too lazy to go out in the hot ass weather to buy it.

So that's how you ended up on bad mood, in just bra and shorts, scrolling through tiktok as if wasting away your remaining years to live.

But this certain video grabbed your attention. The video where boyfriend does a thing called heart hair trend, making a heart with his own hair, for his girlfriend. Aww, so sweet.

This kind of lighten up your mood, especially because your thoughts shifted to your boyfriend, Hyuk Kwon. Then the idea of him doing this trend haunted your mind, so you couldn't resist texting him!

"Hyuk" 13:38

"Hyukkkk" 13:38

"Hyyyuuukkkk" 13:39

"Hyukk" 13:40

Then under your messages, 'read' finally showed up, before Hyuk started typing.

Yes 13:42

Yessss 13:42

Yesssssss 13:42

Yess 13:42

You smiled at the way he responded, answering every single time you called his name. He was doing to spam you back but hey, let's don't mind that!

You sent him the video.

"Can you do this??" 13:43

Yeah but I'm working now... 13:43

"On the break then?" 13:43

I'll see. 13:44

Sure, you had to wait for 10 minutes but it was worth it. Because he sent you the video of him doing the trend. His fingers gently holding his hair, hurriedly making the heart with it and even though it's not perfect, he still made it and you were satisfied with it, absolutely unaware the weird looks Hyuk was getting from his coworkers.

"I love this!!! Can I post it?🥹" 13:56

Sure but make sure I won't be recognized by fans. 13:58

"Okok" 13:59

Your mood lightened up, heat already forgotten, just the stupid smile on your face as you rewatched the video over and over again.

I'm sorry, I got lazy to write Vinny😭

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[partiallysame]

thank you x1000 for the hand smooches and thank you for walking with me on that one!!! i fear i will be holding your hand hostage for the foreseeable future though bc i am OBSESSED with tattoo artist!simon

oooooh i just know simon felt weak in the knees at the “yes sir”. absolutely adorable how simon is this big scary military man to just about everyone else but he’s a nervous mess (internally) about tattooing you.

fun fact: i used to be a receptionist at a tattoo & piercing shop so there are moments in here that really made me giggle bc i’ve experienced them first hand. like simon spilling the tea (no pun intended) on johnny getting a smaller less detailed tattoo in a similar spot and damn near screaming bloody murder about it is so accurate. i remember a guy coming in to get a chest piece done and he was talking big shit to his girl on the phone about “yeah it’s just a black and white chest piece…nah babe i’m sitting through the whole thing so it’ll only be one session.” not 20 minutes later this man is squeezing the arms of the chair so tight they’re creaking and the artist has to stop several times to have him sit up and drink something (we had to give him a pop out of the paid shop refrigerator) bc he was about to pass out. needless to say he only got the outline done that day. meanwhile one of the other artists had a lady come in armed with a plushie and a blanket to get a sternum/under boob chandelier piece and she yapped with the artist for the entire session. they finished in one session and only stopped for a lunch break and for the artist to stretch. feeling the artist’s body heat through the glove is also very real. i’m starting to wonder if running hot is a requirement to be a tattoo artist bc istg all of mine have all felt like furnaces

it’s such a small thing but i also loved that you mentioned that reader felt comfortable with simon unlike the bad vibes they’d gotten from previous artists. some tattoo artists definitely get a big head and start thinking they’re hot shit and above abiding by social decency and respecting boundaries. they can get handsy (moreso than what the tattoo calls for), make uncomfortable and/or rude comments about your body, and just behave in an overall unprofessional manner just bc they think the type of job they have excuses shitty predatory behavior. so i love that simon makes reader feel comfortable and at ease in his chair.

johnny being a menace/gremlin is just canon in every universe and i love it

sorry i always send you the longest asks known to mankind 😅 but i did need to wax poetic about tattoo artist!simon for a minute bc 😮‍💨🤤🤪

I love the idea of tattoo artist!simon and have def thought about all of the 141s being artists. I live in their shop in my head

Ok let me flex the way one of my artists looks (with his consent) bc he’s 6’4 and giant and gives me Simon and Johnny vibes by his looks. Plus he tattooed me high hip and he asked if he could move me and mans lifted my whole body up to shift me and I was trying to keep the horny in big time when he did. This is him and he gives off you’re safe with me vibes even if the person next to him doesn’t this man has GOT you

But also yesss it’s like tattoo artist common knowledge at this point that men sit awful and women can take the pain sooooo much better. As a tatted up girl I’ve def had all the experiences with the shitty behaved artists or my friends have

[landoughnut]

My Girlfriend's A Grammy Winner - LN4

masterlist - request

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (fc- tyla)

summary: you didn't expect to win five grammys, honestly, but lando couldn't be more proud of you

w/c & a/n: smau | in another lifetime im a famous artist

recordingacademy

liked by lando, yourusername, lilymhe, billieeilish, and 4,739,162 others recordingacademy we are so happy to announce that yourusername has been nominated for: record of the year, album of the year, song of the year, best pop vocal album, and best dance pop recording!

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liked by user4, user1, user8, user17, carlossainz55, and 207,394 others f1gossipofficial lando has arrived at the 2025 grammys in support of his girlfriend, yourusername!

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carlossainz55 😍

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yourusername

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lando that's so hot ♥︎ by author

yourusername I'm crying I always think I can't love you more than I already do but every day you prove me wrong 🥹 thank you for being my biggest supporter 💞

[chiefcosm]

The biggest sin in that game is that I can't dating this freak skeleton man

[stoned-ftmboykisser]

i wanna get matching boxers and hoodies with him that sounds cute as hell

[fairylando]

idk which carlando lover works as a camera guy for f1 but GODDAMNIT they've been working overtime.

[verstappen100]

x

[j0hnmar5t0n]

Been watching invincible and it's absolutely amazing and I love Donald

Donna 🤤

Close ups ig 😼

[thestarswillguide]

Aaravos: *Working to bring down an unjust system that keeps humanity oppressed, being their ally and has been empowering them for over a millennium to fight for their freedom*

Also Aaravos: *Sicced a dragon on Katolis*

Me being hella confused but eventually thought of this: