#also i always draw him with implied lipstick but i feel its been a while since i colored him with Lipstick Lipstick

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Chapter 8: Mornings and Neckties

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“Don’t you love me anymore?” Kuroo asks. You cup his cheeks and pull his face closer since he was backing away. There’s sadness in his eyes, anyone can tell that. “You’ve just been so distant lately. I understand that it may be because you’re busy with work, but I don’t know. You just feel different ever since that Yuta guy walked you home.”

“Yuta has nothing to do with this. I told you I stopped talking to him after that night,” you sigh, letting go of his face.

“If it has nothing to do with him, then it must be something else.” Kuroo sits on your desk that is behind him. “What is it love?”

“Let’s talk about it at home.” You try to shrug the topic off but he tugs on your hand, pulling your body to stand in between his legs. The warmth of his hand is contrasting with your cold one.

“I want to talk about it now,” he says as firmly as his hold on your hand. You take a deep breath in before maintaining eye contact with him. Your mouth opens and you don’t even know what you’re saying. All you know is that you’re finally letting out your pent up anger and frustration that is caused by his toxic traits and your unsteady relationship.

What amazes you is how calm Kuroo is. He is listening to every word you’re saying and isn’t showing any foul reaction. His fingers run up and down your forearm to calm you down, abling you to speak properly.

After your final complaint, the room falls silent. Not knowing what to do, you lower your head and tears fall out of your eyes. Kuroo’s hand travel to your lower back, his fingers drawing small circles. You’re getting ready to flee the room because he isn’t saying anything to you. The silence was deafening and hurting your ears. Just when you are about to leave, he speaks.

“I know for a fact that if I apologize, it wouldn’t be enough. I won’t make any excuses and take responsibility for the hurt I’ve caused you. If you want to leave, I won’t force you to stay with me or ask for another chance. But if you do give me a chance, I’ll make sure you don’t regret your choice.”

“If you’re worried about our parents, I can talk to them. You don’t have to suffer from our relationship just to prove that you’re a good daughter.” Kuroo’s arms are wrapped around you. It’s tight. His hold is tight. He’s savoring every moment because this might be the last time he gets to have you in his arms.

Kuroo is acting calm, but deep inside, his heart is shattering and his thoughts are all over the place. He’s trying so hard to choose the right words to tell you. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s okay with letting you go or he’s forcing you to stay. All he wants at the moment is not to be selfish and choose you over his pride.

Kuroo doesn’t believe in gods or anything spiritual, but right now, he’s praying that you choose whatever makes you happy. Of course he hopes that you stay, but your euphoria matters more.

Leaning your head on Kuroo’s shoulder, you cry harder. What makes him think you can leave him? You could have left on the first year of your marriage when he never said a thing to you. You could have left when he said he will never fall in love with you. You could have ran away when you saw him sleep with another girl. You could have ended your relationship when you found out he was in love with Alisa.

You were given all the reasons and chances to leave, but at the end of the day you always choose to stay. Today, as foolish as you can be, you’ll stay again.

“I’ll stay...” you mutter in between cries. “Who’ll fix your necktie before you go to work if we break up?” You try to lighten up the mood and it works since Kuroo chuckles. Your husband plants a long kiss on your temple, eyes closed shut. The tears he had been holding back finally falls, his hold getting tighter.

But you don’t see it. You don’t see how he’s crying for you just like you’re crying for him.

“Thank you for staying.”

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Your relationship has gotten better ever since the two of you talked. Kuroo wasn’t joking when he said that you won’t regret your choice if you ever stay. He has been nothing but a good spouse to you since that day. Literally, the best out there. Sometimes you wonder if he would’ve become like this, too, if you told him earlier.

Right now, he’s cooking breakfast while you wait at the dining table. You agreed on a rule that the two of you eat together as much as possible. If his lunch breaks allow, he comes to your office just to eat with you. He even brings desserts for your coworkers.

Kuroo has also implied that he drives you to your workplace everyday, and he fetches you wherever you are at whatever time. You got off work at 2AM? Kuroo’s still picking you up. You have an event that ends at 5AM? He will wake up just to make sure you get home.

Your husband doesn’t forget to bring you flowers, too. Sometimes it’s a big bouquet, some other days it’s a single stem. It’s a different flower every day since “it all has different meanings.” Red Camellias because “you are the flame in my heart. White Clovers because he wants you to think of him and him alone. Yellow Jasmines because he said and you quote, “you are grace. You are elegant. Be the Jasmine to my Aladdin.”

Others will think that it’s overbearing, but you don’t mind at all. You love seeing the tall man wrapped around your tiny finger. You are happy to see the real him. The dorky, caring, competitive Kuroo Tetsuro.

“What do you want to eat for lunch later?” Kuroo asks you as the two of you start eating your first meal of the day. “I only have a half day today, so I have time to buy lunch.”

“You.”

“You’re getting bolder each day,” Kuroo chuckles at your teasing remark. “Do you have plans after work?”

“I have to buy something at the mall. And then maybe we can eat dinner at that restaurant your sister recommended.”

The two of you eat and then prepare for work together. Every morning, you share the mirror and laugh at each other’s faces while you brush your teeth. You make fun of his hair and attempt to put it down, but of course it doesn’t. He chooses your blush and lipstick and applies it on you. Those are all part of your new morning routine. But it doesn’t end there.

“I’m starting to think you’re purposely tying your necktie the wrong way so I can fix it,” you point out as the two of you stand in front of each other at the doorway, your fingers skillfully fixing the grey textured tie that matched his black suit.

“Maybe I am,” he answers, and you don’t see the playful smirk plastered on his face because you were too busy on fixing the garment. Even with heels on, you’re still shorter than him. And Kuroo loves that fact. He loves how he can see your brows furrow in seriousness. He loves the way your fingers move. He loves the domestic feeling the moment is exerting. Aside from seeing your face first thing in the morning, this is his favorite part of the morning.

“And it’s done.” You slide your palms over his shoulders and chest, flattening the creases of his suit. Your hands stop on his shoulders and you look up to him, smiling proudly. Kuroo leans down for a kiss which you gladly accepted.

Kuroo pulls back, but his hands are still on your hips, not allowing you to move away from him. “Thank you,” he tells as he stares at your face as if he is gazing at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“What?” Unused to his stare, you giggle out of confusion. But he continues to stare. “If you’re just gonna stare at me, we’re both gonna be late for work.”

Kuroo doesn’t say anything and leans back again to peck on the side of your mouth, barely touching your lips. Then, he proceeds to kiss your cheek. After that, he nibbles on your jaw. Next, his lips travel down to your neck and he gives a short but sensual kiss on the skin. His slowly graze from your neck going all the way to the back of your ear.

Meanwhile, your knees are getting weak and your brain is steaming inside. Your cheeks are burning up and you can feel the whole zoo in your stomach. He has that much impact on you. ‘This is too much for a Wednesday morning.’

You’re back to your senses when he plants one last kiss on the back of your ear before his breath fans over it.

“I love you,” Kuroo whispers.

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Facts:

The tiger in the Aladdin film, Rajah, was originally a circus tiger as a cub, who found his way into the Sultan's palace after escaping the touring circus group during a visit to Agrabah. He was discovered by a then-young Princess Jasmine, who assumed the cub was a gift from her deceased mother.

Neckties were not originally used for the sense of fashion; they were so thick that not even a strong sword could penetrate it.

Neckties are the most famous gift given on Father’s Day

Those who collect ties are known as grabatologists

There are 177,147 ways in which you can tie and necktie.

It takes approximately 110 silk worms to make one high quality silk necktie.

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mephistopheles love post

the equivalent of a mental breakdown tangent is all going under a read more

yes believe it or not that freaky ass literally not even human clown in fgo gets love, and love from who? me and like 3 other people

first off

ok and with that out of the way,

i’m not even familiar with their lore. Reason why i stopped caring about the lore behind faust and mephistopheles is that an interlude happens that shows that mephistopheles is just some homunculi made by some mage nobody named faust. and even then the interlude doesn’t talk about the lore behind the novel, its just you helping mephy kill faust

that being said though i would hope the developers expand on their origins more and potentially even release a “true” mephistopheles (a girl can dream)

So, they’re not even the real deal demon known as Mephistopheles in the first place, and i can hear u going “well that’s lame” and like, no, we just need to redirect our feelings from appreciating a demon to appreciating a homunculi who has a weird characterization in the fate universe

Design tangent:

Fgo was actually my first gacha, and so when I came across this servant I kinda instantly fell in love with their design, I love the colors used in their final ascension and overall appearance. The hat that has horns but they're not quite horns, theyre these weird colorful pointy twisty things, the large garish butterfly ornament on their chest (which isnt ugly at all and somehow works so well with their everything on them) is cool, the tights are so cool to look at, i mean look -- a checkered pattern with golden lining on the shorts portion, the tits out look like yes we get it youre insane, the gloves??? purple and also cool, plus theyve got this gradient thing going on? and the fingers have this line going through them, thats so cool. actually the only other servant that comes close to this in terms of “out there” colorful designs is probably final ascension kama and qsh ( i love them both). Also, mephy has this scissor weapon?? thats so cool lol i dont see any other servant wielding giant scissors (for the love of god give mephy an animation update i need to see them use the scissors while doing flips) and they also have this bomb obsession going on? cant relate, but the bombs designs are so so cool i mean its a fucking centipede -- no idea if centipedes are a thing in the original faust but thats something Ill have to look up at some point. ALSO mephy is wearing heels oh my god anytime people wear heels is an automatic win. No clue whats going on with the hair but its kinda cute (dont question me on that) and it has curls and the hair colors are cool i mean its like a lavender thing with darker purple highlights? i love colorful things and i love people with wacky personalities so. Oh my god their tail how could i forget that its so cute and dumb i almost forgot it was there, like what is that even a whip? i dont.. but its got these little purple tips to them that are kinda cute/cool but more cool because tails are fucking up there alongside heels in terms of cool stuff on characters. and of course their fluffly cape -- again no idea what the designers were going for i mean look its a mess of a design i have no fucking idea what any of it means and i hope they explain it someday because that hair and the butterfly and the tail and the hat and the fluffy garb and a bomb obsession?? and this got the go ahead - yeah lets add that to the game like what

ALSO LETS TALK ABOUT THEIR EYES

appreciate these with me for a second

god.

oh and the blue lipstick and face paint god thats a cool design ugh

they can be normal too or at least as normal as possible i mean they even trimmed their eyebrow here lol but you can see the not so well hidden insanity/goofiness peaking through with the inside of the suit at the bottom being highlighter purple and a green shirt with gold accents underneath the black coat at the front <3, fuckin hate that hairstyle tho bro we gotta get that middle part hairstyle outta hereeeee--

TAKE A DETOUR AND LOOK AT THIS LINK THOUGH THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL AND BEST IVE SEEN THEM IN FANART. THE POTENTIAL IS THERE. WE CAN HAVE NICE THINGS AND THEY LOOK GREAT ITS POSSIBLE. I HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE FROM THAT DRAWING.

anyways this is me going off all about why i like their design! but we haven’t even touched the nitty gritty of it all. their personality! what personality you may ask? havent they always been some weirdo laughing a lot and saying dumb shit all the time? well yes and no

Characterization:

True to their dumb little clown design mephy also acts like one.

Some servants bond 1 lines are like “fuck off” and some actually talk to you, nah this bastard mephistopheles’ just laughing. and for the second bond line it seems to imply theyre fuckin with you more (showing up and dissapearing and saying ‘afterimage’) so thats nice that theyre actually making some effort to mess with you in a way? some servants take a long time to actually interact with you so this shows theyre not afraid of interacting with you and thats just at bond 2. and of course the third bond line implies they were probably trying to betray you, its stated in more than 1 place that mephistopheles (actually isnt this a caster class thing?) will betray you or attempt to do so. So the third bond line seems to imply that their attempts have been stopped by you and that’s what they say after some failed attempts. So after stopping this freak from doing some shit their next bond line is actually doing a confession! a jester being honest who couldve seen that one coming but theyre 100% not lying, they really arent a demon but a homunculi made by faust

speaking of faust we’re going to backtrack a little into their interlude that i brought up at the start of this post, its one of those dream interludes and it starts with mephy asking you to help him plant bombs for their eventual reuinion/showdown with faust -- in the meantime faust keeps sending golems in an attempt to kill both you and mephy

When you track faust down, it’s shown that faust was your typical mage, inhumane and uncaring. It’s also pointed out that this faust killed innocents, but this typical mage behavior is boring to mephy, and they say that boring typical behavior is why they wanted to kill them

 so i really cant blame mephistopheles for being the way they are, being raised by this type of guy, even if mephy was always messed up and wacky from the beginning its no reason for faust to attempt to kill him.

Mephistopheles also shows up in salem, cu alter’s interlude, and of course the knk crossover event, and some other things im most likely forgetting but those 3 are ones that i find notable

anytime they show up theyre actually helpful, in salem mephy points out that the nature of the being responsible for the salem epic of remnant is something alien rather than a typical foreign god, mephy also tells you that time is also being sped up and in their weird way they try to cheer you up by spouting some nonsense at the beginning (guda needed some kind of distraction from the grim events that had just transpired at that point in the story), i cant quite remember what mephy did in the knk event but they were a part of your group and were helpful the whole time, actually @/zeravmeta does an amazing analysis of their role in the knk event as well as some extra character analysis here

mephistopheles is kinda cryptic in a weird way though,

like overall i mean theyre a jester homunculi in appearance so yeah its to be expected but come on i love morally gray characters, despite their supposed betrayal hints scattered around here and there

they have this one line that always gets to me

and this line is said with a completely serious face too

the rare serious mephistopheles face! its kinda grim to see that line, no laughs, no nothing, their voice is kinda serious and monotone too. of course this could be just to get you to lower your guard but its still kinda out there that they have this rarely used portrait and that line, so i like to take it as being said to you when youre by yourself and with sincerity

and at least sei (with her wacky outfit and all lol) seems to get along with mephy and thinks theyre nice woohoo

so at the end of the day you have this guy that laughs a lot and gives mixed signals

and they fuck with you

and will most likely try to kill you more than once but hey thats just another tuesday at chaldea

Before I finish last thing I want to point out is this snippet from the fgo source material book which provides more information on servants, and this specific translated bit under mephistopheles

at the core of it all this homunculi....can be your friend! you just need to not go into despair i guess

of course this entire post is an overanalysis into an underwritten character, quarantine + all online college classes have done this to me, i have a douman icon what did you expect

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i cant believe they drew mephy

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Drunken Wishes || JJK

“Shit I think I wanna kiss you right now.”

⇢ Pairing: Fuckboy!Jungkook x Reader

⇢ Genre: Idk, Spicy?

⇢ Rating: NC-17

⇢ Warning(s): Kissing, implied sex, alcoholic beverages, sexual tension, swearing.

⇢ Word Count: 1.6k

⇢ Posted: July 14th, 2020

⇢ A/n: THIS IS UNEDITED AND IS A SCRAP THAT I DECIDED TO POST SO YOU WOULD HAVE SOMETHING FOR NOW. THIS IS ALSO VERY OLD SO ITS VERY BAD I APLOGIZE

“Hurry up and spin the damn bottle already Jisoo!” Seulgi whines out of irritation. “We are fucking 23 playing spins the bottle. Just say you wanna fuck him get this over with!” she shot back. You do your best to contain your laughter but Jeongguk fucks it up by letting out his contagious laugh

It’s well known out of the friend group that Seulgi has had a crush on Lee Minho for the longest so you decided on inviting him to her surprise birthday party as a special gift. Hopefully, the gift ends up with him fucking her up or you would be hearing non-stop nagging from her for weeks.

“Let’s just play a few rounds for our birthday girl,” Jimin chimes in. “See I’ll go first!” You watch as he twirls the glass bottle and watches it lands on Jeongyeon.

You see his face slightly drops in disbelief before everyone laughs at how ironic it is. You wouldn’t say they hate each other but don’t necessarily like each other.

They were like enemies with benefits. The sexual tension between the two of them was always notable but they both refuse to admit their benefits.

“So just a kiss right?” Jeongyeon asks abruptly. Seulgi shoots a smile to Jimin.

“In the room, you two go. Also, I mean the guest room. If you go in my room I will deadass kill both of you.” Seulgi warns.

Jimin puts his hands up proving defenseless, shooting Jeongyeon a smirk which didn't go unnoticed by you. Once they got into the room Seulgi pointed her attention back to the bottle. “Guk, you go.” You saw him loosen up a bit before scooting closer to the bottle.

He twists the bottle around and your eyes watch heavy on it as it spins to you. You instantly felt your cheeks tingling before looking up. “Would you look at that?” Mark adds as if he knows something you aren’t aware of. You decide to ignore him, looking over to the boy who‘s bottle picked you out of all people, who already has a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Okay wait,” your thoughts finally getting to you. “I am not kissing him.” you rebuttal.

“Oh come on, we are playing spin the bottle. It’s the only rule of the game.” Jisung calls out. You avoid eye contact and just look at the bottle.

“Well, I don’t feel comfortable kissing Jeongguk,” You defended. “especially not in front of all of you. How come Min and Jeongyeon get a room and we don’t?” Seulgi tilts her head towards you before taking another shot of Hennessy.

“Cause, you know if they stayed out here we would be watching them make out for a good 5 minutes. Y/n, they’ve been in that room this whole time and I know damn well one kiss doesn’t take that long.” You couldn’t help but give a small smile towards that comment. Your eyes make its way back over to Jeongguk.

He looks amused by this whole situation. “It’s not like a have some type of sickness, Y/n.” He then scoots up a bit. “Are you scared you might fall for me?” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “Never Jeonggukie.” you tease back. He only ever allowed you to call him that. Your friend group would always joke around saying Jeongguk had a soft spot for you but you were always quick to deny any allegations.

He grins at you, “Then prove it Y/n,” he lowers his tone a bit.

“Go ahead and kiss me since you’re so bold.” Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in or the way his voice lowered an octave but, he had you crawling your way over to him. You felt the eyes watching you as you made a risky move.

Once you were finally facing towards him, you sat back up and looked at him. “Your move, lover boy.” He wasted no time gently placing his hand on your chin and drawing you closer, licking his lips and he looked at yours.

Before you knew it, his warm and soft lips were on yours. He moved back after a peck but you pressed your lips back on his. He placed his hand in the dip of your waist and brung you closer so you were straddling around him. He bit your lower lip for an opening, drawing out a small whine from you, which you happily obliged. He tasted like the alcoholic beverage he had beforehand but you could still taste some sweetness. His taste was way more addicting than you expected. You were enjoying the whole situation too much. Exactly what you were worried about.

You heard your friends small ooh’s and whistled but stopped you were when you pressed yourself against him and head a hardly audible groan come from his throat. You were turned on. You placed your hands in his chest moved back. Drawing in a deep breath of air. His eyes looked clouded. Full of lust. You fucked up already. You quickly stood up and fixed your dress that was ridden up.

You mumbled out a small, “I need to go to the bathroom.” before you nearly dashed out of there. Once you were safe in confined bathroom space, you looked at yourself in the mirror and thought about everything that just happened. You couldn’t believe what you had just done. You were slightly shaky at this point because who knows what could happen tonight at this point. You heard a soft knock on the door which made you jump. “Yes?”

“It’s me and Jisoo!” Seulgi called out.

You cracked the door open to peek through. You were nervous about everything but once you saw their faces, you felt yourself feel more relaxed. Once you opened the door for them, you hurriedly shut it. “I’m so fucked.” You confessed placing your head in Jisoo’s shoulder. She comfortingly patted your head and hugged you. “Maybe it’s a good thing?” Jisoo mumbled. “No, it’s not.” You replied.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Just don’t overthink it. Walk-in there like nothing even happened and you’re good.” Seulgi suggested. You let out a chuckle through your nose before you looked back up. “Yeah. Go back, I’ll be out there. Just give me a sec.” You told them.

You sat in there for a good minute alone, fixing your smeared lipstick and fixed your hair before you walked back out, taking your seat back to Seulgi. She gave you a comforting look before she put her eyes back on Jisoo spinning the bottle. You felt Jeongguk’s eyes lingering on you but you refused to interact. You saw Jimin walk out with red lipstick stains on his lips and Jeongyeon with her slightly disheveled hair. You felt Seulgi gently jab you with her elbow before whispering, “See, I told you. They have to have had a quickie.”

The warm air with the iconic summer breeze made you feel more at peace than you had in a while. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Watching the stars and the half-moon. Seeing the clouds stream across the sky. You rest your forearms in the balcony and you just take everything in. All thoughts were cleared until you heard a knock.

You turned to see the same black-haired boy who you had made out with a few hours prior. Your head was filled again, but you gave him a soft smile to throw him off in any way you could. “Mind me?” You shook your head and looked off into the late-night lights.

You had so many questions about everything. Your mind was so confused. Did the kisses mean anything? Did you want what happened? Did you want things to go further? But the biggest one that constantly came back was what did Jeongguk think?

“You know,” You started, “tonight was fun,” you admitted. “even though our present for Seulgi didn’t go out the way it was supposed to.” You quipped. Jeongguk snickered at that mention. It was a comfortable silence that lasted for a few seconds before Jeongguk broke the silence.

“Does that also includes us almost fucking in front of everyone or?” He asked you in an almost playful tone. You pressed your lips tight at that. “Of course he would ask this question.” you thought to yourself. “Possibly,” you replied, purposely seeming more focused on the scenery than the boy. You seemed nonchalant but really anxiety was shooting up.

It was now or nothing, your moment to ask. “Guk, did you like it?” you implored. “Like what? The part where you moaned or pressed against me?” You felt yourself becoming red at his remark. “I don’t know? I guess all of it?” You buried your face in your hands, nervous to what he would say. He looked at you and smiled. “Yeah, I did.” He then stepped closer to you. “Maybe a bit too much actually,” he grinned.

You looked up at him and shared eye contact. “Shit, I think I wanna kiss you right now.” you stepped closer to him, feeling more confident. “Then do it,” you whispered. “Don’t tempt me, Princess.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m not,” you confessed. He placed his hand in the dip of your back and brung his face closer until you felt his alcohol smelled breath against your skin.

“Hey everyone is about to leave so- Oh.” Jimin deadpanned, causing you to jump out of Jeongguk’s grip. You instantly looked the other way before freezing up. Jeongguk shot Jimin an annoyed look. “Yeah okay, we’ll be there,” Jimin smirked and walked back out.

Jeongguk then turned his attention towards you. “Now-” “Guk, maybe we should go, Jeongyeon was both of our rides.” you interrupted before rushing inside. “Cockblocker,” Jeongguk mumbled out before he followed after you.

You were already waiting by the door by the time he caught up. You purposely avoided him once again.

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no shame was so good! I need a scene with tyler and jamie oooooof

Dilemma

Pairing: Jamie Benn x Tyler Seguin x Reader

Words: Like just under 1200

Summary: Missing your boys while they’re in the NHL bubble

Warnings: Like a lot of oral, public stuff, overstimulation, daddy kink, established polyamorous relationship, implied video sex.

Author’s Note: Other parts of this series can be found in my masterlist. Literally it’s been so long since I’ve written something. *Posts this and then goes to hide in embarrassment*

When play was first paused, you were pretty sure you would never shed another tear the next time the boys went on a road trip, leaving you home alone with the dogs. They had so much energy they ended up translating into home improvement projects. Countless mornings since the NHL season was paused that you had been awoken by the sound of power tools and Jamie and Tyler banging around the house.

They had installed a wood fired pizza oven in our outdoor kitchen, a new bike rack in the garage, decided that the deck needed to be restained and power washed.

But now Jamie and Tyler were in Edmonton and you missed them so much. They had made sure you had lots of kisses and cuddles before they had left. But now it’s been over a month and you were feeling extremely needy for physical touch. You’re so proud of them for making it so far in the playoffs but you missed being sandwiched between their bodies and smelling their cologne.

You bounced excitedly on the bed, it was time for your scheduled video call with them.

Your heart swelled when you saw the two of them on the screen, you missed them so much.

“I have the handsomest daddies in the whole world.” You loved how bashful your daddies got from just the slightest bit of praise.

“Your beards are so fluffy” You almost wanted to reach out to touch the computer screen.

Jamie smirked “Use your words, baby, c’mon”

You felt your face heat up, they knew where your mind was. You tried to sound as innocent as possible. “It makes me wonder what it feels like when you kiss me”

“Kiss you where?” Tyler was being a cheeky fuck.

“I have to say they’re pretty soft right now, we’ve been using that beard oil you found us last year.” Jamie added.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help from imagining how luxurious the silky texture of their facial hair would feel on your neglected pussy. Grinding yourself on the strong jawlines underneath their beards, thick, strong tongues.

You gasped as a particularly dirty thought entered your mind. “Baby, what’s going on in that little brain of yours.”

You shifted your eyes, purposely avoiding their gaze. “Do you remember that time we went to that charity event?”

Jamie smirked, he knew exactly what you were talking about. “You’re going to have to be more specific, babygirl.”

“Well it was the one where I wore that short red dress” As soon as you walked down the stairs in your dress, Tyler had you hand over your panties to him for safe keeping as you waited for the car to arrive. If that wasn’t bad enough, when you got into the car, the guys put up the partition and pulled the dress over your hips. Jamie pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, his hands kneading your bare ass, he proceeded to make out with you until you were breathless before passing you to Tyler who did the same. They repeated the process until the arrival at the venue, where you frantically tried to look more presentable. Jamie and Tyler just chuckled at you, all they had to do was wipe off your lipstick, their suits were dark enough to hide any of your arousal your bare cunt might have left on them.

You continued. “You guys spend the whole night rubbing my pussy under the table.” The worst part was that it was never enough to get you off and they would not so discreetly lick their fingers right at the table.

“Oh right, that time.” Tyler was clearly replaying that night too.

You shifted in your seat, trying to get some friction from your thighs. “I’m thinking about what happened after...when we got home.” 

Clothes had been scattered throughout the hallway in a rush to get naked as quick as possible. Jamie was laying down on the rug, in front of the ottoman while Tyler went to get the lights, he always liked to be able to see as much as possible. Jamie encouraged you to sit down on his face and had you lean back so your arms were behind you on the ottoman supporting your weight. His rough hands pulling and rubbing your sensitive nipples was torturous. You were so wet, Jamie swiped his tongue from the top of your clit to your fluttering hole before urging you to lean back further so his mouth could makeout with your puckered hole.

Tyler was watching the two of you, your lacy panties in his hand as he used them to jerk his hard cock slowly. Jamie must’ve known Tyler was watching with their hockey chemistry or whatever, because Jamie moved his hands from playing with your breasts to grasping one of your legs in each hand to spread you open, presenting your glistening pussy perfectly to Tyler’s hungry gaze. You moaned, feeling the cool air on your overheated pussy. You remembered how Tyler praised what a pretty pussy you had as his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles on your slick lower lips. There was no doubt in your mind that Tyler also had a front row view to how Jamie’s tongue was working its way into your snug hole. 

There were tears of frustration brimming in your eyes before Tyler would bless you with his mouth, the boy was a brat through and through and you felt like you were going to burst from having both Jamie and him. That night you had both of your daddies mouths on you as you used your hands and wrapped your lips on their throbbing lengths. Jamie and Tyler held you down as they used their mouth to draw orgasm after orgasm from your body. Jamie and Tyler took turns cumming inside your pussy and pulled your panties back on over your now overfilled pussy to make sure you didn’t make a mess. They brought you back to the bedroom and cleaned you up as you slept peacefully.

The boys picked up on your discomfort. “Baby, did you get wet just from thinking about having our beards on your slutty little pussy?”

You were too far gone to feel embarrassed, your eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Daddy Jamie, Daddy Tyler, I need to touch myself so badly.” 

Jamie could never say no to you when you looked so damn cute. “Fine, you have permission to play with your pussy but keep the camera on and use some of those new toys we bought you.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You practically leapt out of the desk chair as you went to your room to go through your toy chest. You loved your daddies so much.

[thepencilnerd]

- 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 -

➳ Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

➳ Summary: AU! After a one-night stand with Park Jinyoung, the infamous campus fuckboy, life goes on. You were only looking for a good time, so you didn’t need to worry about catching any feelings, but Jinyoung had other plans

➳ Genre: Fuckboy x Fuckgirl AU, light angst, implied smut

➳ Word Count: 4.1k

➳ Warnings: Mature situations, swearing, alcohol

♪ Single- The Neighbourhood

a/n: jinyoung feels hit me hard and im trash so i rushed this, forgive me

The night was still young as you entered the club with your group of friends. The clock read 11:53 p.m. as you all swarmed the bar like flies, immediately trying to kiss-up to the bartender for free drinks. Having mastered the art of flattery to the last detail, it was as easy as taking candy from a baby. Downing a shot of vodka and chasing it with strawberry soda, you exhaled as you felt the soothing burn of alcohol coat your throat. 

It was a few days since the semester had ended and you had already planned out your summer break down to the hour. The majority of it consisted of hibernating in your room for days on end until the time came to visit your parents back home, but before that, you had a week to waste drinking, partying, staying out all night, and maybe chatting up a few guys here and there—with no intentions of actually taking them home, of course. Being a tease was so much more fun than giving people what they wanted. 

“So what happened with you and Jinyoung?” one of your friends shouted through the loud music that blared through the speakers. 

“Oh yeah,” another squealed. “Was he as good as everyone says he is?” 

You scoffed. “As if. He was so distracted by these—” you gestured to your chest. “He couldn’t even get his own pants off.” 

“Bullshit!” they all whined. “Be honest—was he good?” 

Taking another sip from your glass and swishing the liquor in your mouth, you shrugged. “I don’t kiss and tell.” As you winked, your friends all groaned in frustration at your routine habit of never talking about your hookups. It wasn’t your place to say something a bit too honest (as per your other habit of being brutally truthful) and then have your loudmouth buddies spread a rumor like a wildfire. You were never fond of rumors or sugarcoating things, so you decided that it would be best to keep your personal life personal, especially from your gossip-mongering friends.  

“Enough talk about boys,” you silenced, standing up and smoothing out the edges of your thigh-length dress. “Feel free to actually have fun instead of blabbing away like high-schoolers.”

Making your way to the center of the floor, the rest of them followed your tail, waving goodbye to the bartender and signaling him to leave his number under their drinks. When the song changed to one that you all knew, the four of you couldn’t help but sing along and sway your hips to the upbeat tempo. 

About five or six songs in and seven or eight boys getting trying to cop a feel before getting ‘accidentally’ getting kneed in the crotch, you felt sweat begin to bead at your hairline, indicating that it was time for you to take a trip to the bathroom and dry off. Holding your hand up to your drunk energetic friends, they ushered you off and continued flopping around like robotic fish. Stepping between the crowds of people and making sure that you didn’t trip over your own heels, you finally reached the bathroom. Considering the location of the place and time of day, you were surprised at its immaculately spotless state. 

Patting your forehead dry with a few paper towels and gargling with some water, you pat the edges of your lips with the back of your hand, thankful that you opted for lip stain rather than lipstick tonight. Making sure not to smudge your light eye makeup, you double-checked to make sure that the rest of your makeup was intact. Waterproof mascara could only endure so much before it started to crumble. 

Examining your face, you pulled out your small makeup pouch and applied another layer of the deep red stain, patting it in with your ring finger and being cautious not to draw outside of your lip line. After puckering your lips and marveling at the finished product, your mind began to wander as your finger trailed your chin and dipped down to your jaw. 

“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” he asked, whispering to the point of near silence as he pressed a kiss just beneath your jawline. 

“Stop teasing,” you sighed, grasping him by the roots of his hair and tightening your grip gently, causing him to hiss in pleasure. 

“Again,” he pleaded as he moaned. Each time you tugged at his hair, you were rewarded with his plush lips that began trailing down to the top of your breast.

You purposefully gripped his hair tighter this time, using your dominant position to your advantage to guide his head up so that he was now eye to eye with you. Lowering his head so that you could whisper his ear, you were centimeters from each other as you were able to see the goosebumps that formed across his skin when you spoke. 

“Stop. Fucking. Teasing,” you snarled while licking your lips. 

“Y/N?” your friend called from the door. Snapping you out of your daze, you hurriedly gathered your stuff and answered. 

“Yeah? What’s up?” 

“You were taking forever,” she mumbled. “Uh—it’s him...”

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion at her uncomfortable state, wondering if she had been confronted by someone who she wasn’t interested in. “Is someone bothering you?” 

She quickly held her hands up in defense and shook her head rapidly. “No, no, it’s just—Jinyoung. Jinyoung’s here and he wants to see you.” When she finally spit the words out, you let out a noise of disdain. 

For the past three weeks since your hookup with the campus fuckboy, Jinyoung hadn’t stopped texting you and asking to hang out. Hourly text messages that turned into weekly rejected phonecalls had blurred into him being so desperate to the point of sending his own friends to go beg you to meet up with him. What the hell did he want this time?

“He’ll find someone else to bother soon enough, just ignore him,” you assured, brushing it off as just another one of his desperate attempts to hook up with you. 

“But he said he really wants to see you. Like—he has to see you,” she repeated, looking down at the floor in guilt. 

“Is he going to die if I don’t see him?” you irked. She was starting to get on your nerves now. “Give me one good reason why I have to go to him at his beck and call?” 

“Because he brought the rest of his friends and we’re leaving with them for the night?” she forced out an awkward chuckle. 

“You’re joking, right?” you gaped. Your friends had just flaked on you to hang spend the night with the school’s preppy princes. No big deal. “You fucking traitors...”

“Come on, Y/N,” she pleaded. “Just do what you always do and tease him until he gets frustrated and runs off. You’re good at that. Please?”

“Fuck off,” you sighed, pressing your finger to your temple and rubbing the pulsating vein. “Just this once, you unbelievable brat.” 

Her face beamed with joy as she gave you a bone-crushing hug before skipping off to join the others. You hunched over the mirror and breathed calmly as you tried to compose yourself. 

So I’m good at teasing, am I? you thought to yourself. I’ll show him a fucking tease if he’s ever seen one. 

Your hands drifted to unbutton his blouse while he began stroking your bare thighs. Teeth clashing against teeth and lips demanding for more contact with pure desire, you peeled back his blouse and traced your fingers over his defined but svelte muscles and made him shudder.

“If I get you off like this with just my fingertips, imagine what my hands could do to you?” you coyed innocently. 

He let out a scoff before guiding his fingers under his chin and silencing you with another kiss, lightly tugging against your lower lip with his teeth and smirking. “I could imagine a few things that pretty mouth of yours would be able to do too...” 

Shaking the past out of your head, you lightly slapped your cheeks a few times and told yourself to pull it together. Stomping out of the restroom, you leaned onto the arched doorway and looked over to the table your friends were previously stationed at, only to be greeted by a single all-too-recognizable figure. With his arms spread out over the sofa, Park Jinyoung sat comfortably alone on the circular cushion which normally would’ve hosted six people. 

Known as the school’s academic and aesthetic extraordinaire, this boy had built a reputation for himself as the brains and the looks of the popular group. He and six of his closest friends walked around campus like business moguls as girls and guys alike dropped like flies at their feet. 

Even though he also had a reputation for being well-liked and favored, fuckboy Jinyoung was all the buzz. Girls who had sworn they wouldn’t fall for his flirty pick-up lines and false compliments were left drowning in their own tears the morning after. However, unlike the previous girls who had hooked up with him, you knew what you were getting into when you went to his party that night. 

“So you’re Y/N?” an attractive man greeted as he came up to you.

Lowering your solo cup and studying his facial features, the corner of your lips turned upright into a smug grin. “Who’s asking?” 

“Jinyoung,” he answered with a tone of arrogance in his voice. “Park Jinyoung.”

Shaking his extended hand, you were taken aback when he brought his lips to the top of your hand and pressed a light kiss to it, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. 

You held back a chuckle. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to make a move, junior?” At this comment, you could see his pupils dilate even in the dim lighting. Almost as soon as you caught the change in his expression, it quickly disappeared and was replaced by a cocky smirk and a flash of a perfectly white smile. 

“Meet me upstairs in ten minutes,” you murmured in his ear. It was your turn to be in control tonight. 

Turning away, Jinyoung immediately grasped you by your wrist and pulled you into his chest, inclining back slightly so that you were angled against his body and could feel his excitement pressed on your thigh. “Make that two.”

This party might have actually been worth coming to. 

Your mind drifted off as you were captivated by his features. Whether it was his angular yet soft jawline, his acute eyes, or just the way he pulled off a loosely buttoned dress shirt, you bit down on your lip in anticipation. 

The moment his eyes met yours, the music skipped and changed to another favorite of yours. His mouth dropped open slightly as he contemplated how to approach you. Deciding to take the lead once again, you beckoned him to follow you to the dance floor where you would do what you do best; be in control. 

Jinyoung was quick on your tail as you began moving your body with the music. All those years of dance lessons had finally paid off. A pair of familiar hands came from behind you and found their way to your waist; one wrapped around your body and the other trailed up to your throat. Moving your hair out of the way, you felt his warm breath tickle the crook of your neck as he began to blow a trail of warm air down to your collarbone. 

Two could play at this game, you baited. Pressing yourself into him harder along with the music, you felt a grunt come from his chest as he wrapped his arm around you even tighter. When he began placing open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, you felt heat spread across your cheeks. 

Shifting your position to face him, you looped your arms around his neck and leaned into him so that your mouth was millimeters away from his. Feeling him exhale into your lips, you bit your bottom lip gently before weaving your hands into his hair ever so slightly, giving you the ability to make him do as you pleased. You knew he was the type who had a hair kink the second you laid eyes on him. 

He made his iconic smirking face before gently taking your hands into his and pulling them away from his head. Resting your left hand on his shoulder, he brought your right hand to his lips and stuck out his tongue, running it along the pad of your ring finger that you had used applied your lip stain earlier. 

“You still use that pomegranate flavored lip balm?” he asked, the question coming out more in the form of a statement rather than an actual question. 

“It’s a stain—a lip stain,” you stuttered. 

What the fuck was that? your conscience screamed. Pull it together. 

“So it’s safe to assume that,” he paused, running his thumb over your bottom lip, which was probably bleeding from how much you had gnawed on it earlier. “—this won’t come off no matter how hard I kiss you?” 

“You want to test that out?” you grinned and raised your eyebrow, provoking him to do his worst. 

“Y/N,” he sighed, your name rolling off of his tongue so effortlessly as if it were second nature. “Why have you been avoiding me?” 

“Why have you been trying so hard to see me?” you replied dryly. 

He laughed at your response. “Is it such a crime for me to be so intrigued by someone?”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to move to the mellow rhythm of the bass. “Was I that mind-blowingly amazing in bed that you wanted to come back for more?”

Jinyoung brought his head to my level and pressed a quick kiss to my pulse point before answering. “I needed to come back for more, princess.”

A shiver ran through your spine at the unfamiliar title he had given you at your first encounter. You weren’t really one for pet or nicknames, but for some reason, hearing it come from his lips was like liquid ambrosia; you could get drunk off of it. 

“And how do you know I want more?” you pouted, wanting to push him to his limits and see how far he’d be willing to go before exploding. 

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think about that night,” he said firmly. With a gaze that pierced through yours and arms encasing you in a death grip, you felt shy for the first time in years. 

“I don’t-” you started but were interrupted by Jinyoung’s hands cupping your backside that fit like a perfectly snapped puzzle piece. 

“Tell me you don’t think about how well I marked you here,” he reminded. Licking a stripe down your neck before clamping down on it lightly with his teeth, you closed your eyes and savored the sensation. He repeated the process a few more times until you halted him by winding your hands in his hair.

“I don’t,” you answered, faking confidence and knowing damn well that he could see through your facade from a mile away. He knew what game you were playing and the ball was now in his court. 

Jinyoung clutched you securely into his chest, not knowing if it was even remotely possible or not, as the two of you were virtually joined at the waist. You could feel his heart pump rapidly under the material of his thin blouse as his hands then resumed tracing the back of your dress where the zipper was; likewise, the material of your outfit choice was also on the thinner side. The realization dawned upon you when you felt his fingertips fondle with the zipper line and barely skim the edges where the metal met your skin. 

“What about when I unzipped this last time?” he recalled, stare boring into yours with the same hunger as the last time you saw him. “You got frustrated and threatened to leave so I practically ripped it right off of you...” 

Hands guiding your hips to move in unison with his to the beat, you felt his growing urgency show as he was pushed over the edge and cupped your face, pulling you into a scorching kiss. His lips were just as soft—if not softer—than you had remembered, and you felt him kiss harder when you part your lips in a gasp. 

Your hands wandered and knotted your fists into his shirt for leverage to tug him closer to you, the distance between the two of you now nonexistent. Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud, you felt your pulse ring in your ears. All the nerves in your brain began rapid firing to your senses; the taste of his lips against yours, the scent of that mouth-watering cologne he used, the feel of his body giving in and simultaneously fighting for control, and the raw sight of him crumbling beneath your fingertips. 

“You sure you’ll be able to handle me, princess?” he inquired with a vain expression while he started unbuttoning his shirt. 

“I should be asking you that,” you retorted. Pulling down your hair, his mouth watered as he gulped, admiring the volume of your tresses. Wagging your finger back and forth, you tsked. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already drooling.” 

Without another word, he pinned you underneath him and devoured you in a greedy kiss.

Pulling away for air, Jinyoung looked up at you and chuckled deeply, breathless from the kiss that had nearly consumed the two of you. “Let’s go back to my place,” he managed to say. 

With a crooked smile, your body commanded him to follow you as you walked back to the bar. Waving to the bartender for another glass of whiskey, Jinyoung quickly followed your tail and found a seat next to you. 

“Why are you so intent on pushing me away?” he asked gravely, wearing a frown as his brows knit together into an expression of genuine confusion and hurt. 

You coughed as the drink seared your throat, accidentally taking in a larger gulp than you normally would have because of his outlandish question. “Is it really not that obvious?” 

His expression answered your question for you. 

“Jinyoung,” you started calmly. “The point of one-night stands is that they’re a one-time thing. You’re used to those, aren’t you? I wanted a good time and you offered one. We used each other once and now we’re done. What part don’t you get?” Your words were laced with venom as you tried to prevent him from getting involved any further. 

Jinyoung’s jaw tensed as he jutted out his chin slightly and nibbled on the inside of his cheek. “What if I don’t want it to be a one-time thing?” 

Furrowing your eyebrows at his absurd request, you let out a nasal scoff. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean I want to have one-night stands with you all the time. Only you.” Whether it was because of the alcohol of because he was telling the truth, his eyes never drifted away from your for even a split second. 

“Are you asking me out or for me to be your fuckbuddy?” you gawked, appalled at his bizarre and unusual attitude.  

He ran his hand down the back of his neck awkwardly as he tried to preserve his ‘cool guy’ image. “The former. I mean if you don’t that’s fine. We can just hook up again.” 

You were full-on giggling now. Wiping the tears from the edges of your eyes and gripping your aching stomach, you calmed yourself and tried to form words. “What makes you think that I even want to hook up again, let alone date you?” 

“Because I saw the way you stared at me during passing periods before we even hooked up. Before we even knew each other-” he pointed out bluntly. Outlining your lips which were damp from your drink, he smoothed his finger over the corner of your mouth. “I always caught you staring at me and biting your lip or tracing that perfectly shaped cupid’s bow of yours.” 

Sipping on your chaser nervously, he caught your chin with his fingertips and brought you into a light kiss, making your heart jump again. 

“You’re nice but still have a smart mouth, intelligent but still know how to have fun, pretty goddamn attractive,” he explained in detail then brought his lips close to yours again, but only to feel his breath fan against yours. “-and you taste so fucking good...” 

“I never took you as the dating type,” you muttered under your breath as you swirled your drink. 

“I never took you as the one-night stand type of girl either. Crazy how first impressions can be so misleading, right?” he remarked half-sarcastically while resting his cheek on his propped elbow. 

You shook your head again. “So why do you want to date me?” 

His eyebrow quirked up, not understanding the question he thought he had just answered. “Because I like you?” he replied begrudgingly, hating how he had to be the submissive one whenever he was with you. 

“But you don’t exactly seem like the committed’ type, per se,” you shrugged. 

“You don’t either, so it looks like we’re a perfect match.” Taking your drink from you and handing it to the bartender, he shot him a glare when you tried to ask for another drink, causing him to hold his hands up in defense and help the other customers. 

“What the fuck?” you scoffed in disbelief, surprised and annoyed at his strange attitude tonight. 

“I don’t want you around other guys. The thought of anyone else other than me touching you or even looking at you makes my blood boil. I want to be there for you when you’re sad and be the one who makes you happy. I want to wake up and send you those stupid cheesy good morning texts and fall asleep while video calling you until 3 a.m.,” he rambled with no signs of stopping any time soon. 

“I—” you tried to speak but couldn’t form words. In his case which he felt too much all at once, you didn’t know what to feel at all. Sure you had sparked an interest in him the first day of school two years ago, but that was before you were warned left and right about his playboy games. It took you a good six months before you got over your already-blooming crush on him, but you hadn’t realized that the feelings still lingered. 

“I want to be the shoulder you cry on, not some random guy who doesn’t know jackshit about you. It scares the shit out of me because I’ve never felt anything like this before, especially after a one-night stand. For anyone. Ever,” he broke his sentences shakily.

“How am I supposed to believe that you’ve changed?” you asked thoughtfully, skimming over the prospect of being in a real relationship after a few years. This was a side of him you weren’t sure anyone had ever seen before. 

He looked up from his hands and spoke quietly. “Because I want to believe you have too. And if you tell me to fuck off and leave you alone and that you really don’t want this, I’ll go.”  

“We don’t know each other that well, if at all,” you defended as you tried to support your earlier statement. You found him attractive both physically and personality-wise, but you had trained yourself to be immune to the feeling of companionship and were at a stalemate. Jinyoung was the first boy to actually confess—practically beg you—to stay with them after a fling. 

“I’d like to get to know you better as a person, Y/N. Maybe on a less intimate but more personal level,” he grinned mischievously at his own comment before smiling genuinely, eyes glinting and teeth beaming even in the ambient lighting. 

“We’re going to argue. Especially knowing how stubborn the two of us like to be,” you rebutted once more, trying to push him away as best you could. 

He nodded. “I know. I don’t mind.” 

“And we’ll disagree on things,” you added, making him nod his head in agreeance again. 

“I’m fine with that,” he grinned. 

“You really think you can handle me?” you gawked as your jaw nearly unhinged at his tenacity. 

“I should be asking you that,” the smart ass replied smugly, using your own words against you.

“I’ll piss you off like a bitch.”

“And I’ll deal with it,” he answered matter-of-factly. 

“You’ll get mad.” 

“And so will you.” 

No wonder he liked your smart mouth; he had the perfect attitude to match. Scoffing at his boldness, you couldn’t help but grin. “What if I break your heart?” 

"It would be an honor to have my first heartbreak with you,” he answered warmly without an ounce of hesitation. 

“You really want to do this?” you asked, still questioning if he was truly being 100% honest or whether it was just another one of his mind games. 

“Yes.” His serious expression and unchanged gaze indicated that he was indeed telling you the truth, and you couldn’t tell what scared you more; the way he spoke without a single lie laced in his words or the way his gaze captivated you longingly. 

“Okay,” the word slipping out of your mouth absentmindedly, revealing your deepest subconscious desires. You never thought a single word would intimidate you so much. 

“But first,” he chuckled as he leaned into you. “I’d rather do this—” 

Capturing your liquor-laced lips, your mind floated off into pure bliss. Your hands pressed onto his chest to anchor you and prevent you from tearing each other’s clothes off in the middle of a bar. Warmth spread across your chest as you felt him smile heartily into the kiss. 

“Are you going to be mine, princess?” his beamed, arms still wound securely around your body. 

“If you’ll let me be yours...” you replied in a whisper, shuddering at your new favorite pet name as your hands tangled into his hair and brushed it affectionately. 

Where would we go from here? 

[joonsoulmap-archived]

kept {one}

What: BTS Fic Genre: Angst + Implied Smut Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader  Words: 2.2k

Jeongguk and you grew up together and has had a huge crush on you since childhood. One night together changes the equation. The question is, is it a good change?

Suggested Listening: My Love - Majid Jordan

A/N: There is implied smut in this fic simply because I’m THE worst at writing smut but after much encouragement (and multiple draft checks) by the actual angel @taecup I decided to post this. I owe you a lot bb, thank you so much for always always encouraging me! Ily :3

“I’ve waited so long for this, I can’t believe it’s actually happening.” he said in a breathy tone, sitting patiently with his hands crossed and clasped tightly behind him, in the gold ornate chair of your hotel room.

“Did our little Gukkie really think of me that way? I’m flattered.” you twittered pleasantly from the bathroom. It wasn’t a lie, you were genuinely pleased that he wanted you this way, you had never known. 

“Stop calling me that, I’m not the same little boy you knew in school.” he bristled indignantly. “If you let me move, I am perfectly capable of showing you the man I am now.” he replied in his dangerous low tone, the same one that had sent quivers down your spine and heat between your legs four months ago. That night you had decided just what you would do with your little Gukkie. 

“Don’t you dare! You’ve waited so long, a few more minutes won’t kill you.” you replied teasingly as you turned back to the mirror inspecting yourself. You had on, what you called, the recipe for disaster. 

Kat Von D’s firetruck shade Outlaw graced your lips and you chuckled inwardly at the accidental match your lipstick had to your situation. “Outlaw? More like in-law.” you thought as you gave your Agent Provocateur Lacy ouvert a once over. You had specifically picked out the black one, since you knew it was his favourite colour. 

“You ready for me Gukkie, are your eyes still closed?” you said from the bathroom, even though the poor boy had been begging you to appear in front of him for the past twenty minutes. 

“Ready? Are you fucking kidding me, I don’t think me, or my dick, has been more ready for anything in life. Please just put me out of this misery, my pants are tight as it is.” Jeongguk said with a strained voice. He really couldn’t wait to see you, to feel you finally. 

“Tsk tsk Gukkie, what a nasty mouth you have. Is that how you talk to your elders? Also you didn’t answer me, are you eyes still closed?” you said waiting for him to answer. 

A loud sigh later he answered, “Fine, they’re closed now. Please just come to me now?” he added softly. 

You walked over to where he is sitting and took a second to survey his face as you towered over his frame in your 6 inches. Sweet young Gukkie, always the faithful puppy, always ready to fight for you, always ready to become your martyr. This could turn out badly, a part of you had once thought, but after recent events your mind was made up. 

You lifted your hands to cup both of his cheeks and lowered your head to place a gentle kiss on his waiting, hungry lips. His eyes immediately fluttered open and became giant orbs as they surveyed your mostly nude form. 

“Wow...you’re….fantas..” he sputtered out, his mouth dry as he eyes roved hungrily over you. 

“Oh sweetie, be careful, you might just steal a girl’s heart with that kind of reaction.” you said with a laugh. 

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, he kept staring at your bosom and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection at the naivety of the boy. This would be fun. 

“Like what you see Gukkie?” you said in a sing song voice as you did a little twirl to give him an eyeful of all the hard work you had been putting in, at the gym, for your ass. 

“Huh...what...yeah of course...god you’re beautiful. I mean I already knew you were beautiful… but this is….. magical” his eyes shone as he kept looking at you in wonder, “Can I touch you?” he asked in a uncharacteristically shy voice. 

“Of course, Gukkie baby, that’s why we’re here.” you said in a playfully annoyed tone. 

Something changed behind Jeongguk’s eyes and all the innocence was gone. In its place was a raw hunger and he was looked like he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. 

His hands, all large and veiny which looked like they had been sculpted by the Gods themselves, reached out and grabbed both sides of your waist. In a quick tug, he pulled you on to the seat as well, spreading his legs to make room for you. He wasted no time in lifting both of your legs and putting them on top of each of his thighs. His right hand slithered across your lower back as his left hand snaked in your hair. He pulled you in flush against him harshly. With this sudden intimacy you could feel his hardness against you, clear as day. His lips ghosted over yours, threatening unspeakable things, however he turned your face to whisper in your ear. 

“Let’s make one thing clear. Today was the last time you’ve called me little Gukkie.” he rasped. 

Whatever you were expecting from him, this certainly wasn’t it.  At his words, your head snapped back to him to face him and you saw the devilish smirk that was forming on his face as your response registered in his brain. 

“Oh, little Gukkie came to play…. I see how it is.” you chuckled playfully while dragging a nail lightly along his jaw. His chocolate eyes seemed to melt at the sensation but in a flash they hardened again. 

“What did I say about using that nickname.” he snarled in the same tone that lit you on fire. He clearly had had enough of playing the naive ingenue. 

With apparent ease, he stood up from the chair, taking you with him. The arm that was wrapped  around your lower back flexed because of the weight they were supporting, as your legs came to lock around Jeongguk’s middle instinctively. He carried you as if you weighed nothing, clearing the room with 3 giant strides. You were confused as to what he was planning on doing until your naked back came in contact with the cool glass of the enormous window. You were pinned between his body and the window, the coolness of the latter counteracting the heat emitting from the former. 

“You would not believe how many nights I’ve spent locked in my room, imagining exactly this image. Helped me through many a lonely nights.” Jeongguk confessed without a hint of embarrassment. “What are you waiting for then? Kiss me.” you said hurriedly tugging at his shirt. “Hold on love, if you think I’m going to let your torturous ass control this, you are dead wrong. Now wait and hold tight.” he said in a whisper, his lips dangerously close to your ear. 

He perched you on the window sill and pressed his torso into you until there was no more room between you and him, you could feel every ebb and flow inside him. His hands slowly travelled down your sides until they found a permanent home. They were now firmly gripping your thighs, the grip was so tight and you were he would leave marks. The mere thought of him marking you made your head spin. 

You were starting to get impatient with his slow ministrations, you wanted to be fucked, not to be made love to. You made to move but it was as if he had read your mind, because as soon as you shifted under him, he grabbed some of your hair with just the right combination of gentleness and force. How this boy knew to do these things baffled you, but you weren’t complaining. 

There was something about the way he looked at you right before he dove for your lips, that made your stomach do a tiny flip. You ignored that sensation because what you were experiencing right now was the pinnacle of bliss. Jeon Jeongguk lips crashed onto yours, tongue wasting no time in parting your ruby red lips, he was too eager to taste you. As his tongue explored your mouth, you saw visions of what was obviously the galaxy. His expert tugs at your bottom lips made you a little and you lost your footing a little, which was no matter for concern because he was holding you in tight, in place. His kisses were hungry, ravenous to the point you were worried he would draw blood. He would come up for air in gasps but would dive right in, as if you were a mirage, that would disappear if let go of your lips. 

Not to say you didn’t enjoy it, you hadn’t been kissed by man with this much need for you in….ever actually. It felt empowering, to have this beautiful man want you so desperately. 

“Y/N…baby...you’re so much more than I could have ever imagined. My imagination pales in comparison to your reality. You want to mark you all over, I want to touch and kiss every inch of you. I apologise if I seem overbearing, I’ve been waiting my whole life to have to like this.” Jeongguk’s words came out hazy and through breathy pants as his put his forehead against yours. 

You closed the gap between the two of you and whispered in his ear, “All of this. Is yours tonight Jeongguk. Do with it as you please.” 

His proper name spilling out your lips was the only nudge he needed, for his face hardened and once again his need was clearly writ in his expression. He quickly discarded his shirt, and was making headway with his pants when he caught you gawking at him. “Like what you see, Y/N?” Jeongguk said echoing your previous statement and flexing his toned torso much to your delight. 

As walked towards you in just his boxers, you wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively, pointing towards the piece of clothing, he still had on. “All in good time baby...come here first,” Jeongguk trailed off as he picked you up once again, this time bridal style to carry you to four poster bed in your room. 

“You sure have some tricks up your sleeve Jeongguk. I’m sure all those girls you brought around were very happy” you teased playfully as he laid you down on the bed. Jeongguk frowned a little at the mention of his hedonistic past, “You haven’t seen anything yet. All those girls were practice...for you.” He punctuated the sentence with a kiss on your inner left thigh and you could help but let out a little moan. This boy would was trouble and you could feel in it deep in your bones. 

Jeongguk collapsed beside you, completely spent. After a few seconds of cooling down, he immediately turned towards you to hold you against him. As the two of you lay spent amongst a tangle of sheets and clothing, the conversation flowed. It was always easy, this. Talking to him. He always made you feel comfortable and a lot less lonely. Today he had done it manifold. He began nuzzling his nose into your hair before he clearing his throat to ask you something which you knew was important. “So, when are we telling Seung-hyun hyung? If you feel awkward, I can talk to him. I’m sure he’ll be mad first, but he loves me too much to kill me.” he said as he peppered tiny kisses on to your shoulder. 

“Gukkie sweetie, what do you mean? Tell him what?” you responded, uncertain because the elephant in the room had finally been addressed. 

“About this, about us. Obviously you have to break off the engagement now. You should have done it months ago, I know what he’s been up to.” Jeongguk said with a little venom creeping into his tone. 

“Oh you’re such a sweetheart Gukkie, we’re not telling him anything. The engagement is not being called off. This can be our little secret ok?” you said as you turned to him, hoping he would understand the complexity of the situation. 

“What the fuck? What was this then? I was just a cheap fuck to you?” Jeongguk sprang up in bed and looked at you with equal amount of hate and hurt in his eyes. 

“No, Gukkie, never. You’re not like the others. You’re special. I actually give a shit about your feelings.” you say trying hard to do damage control. 

Maybe your assessment was wrong, maybe he couldn’t handle this. He was very close to his half-brother. 

“I can’t believe this happened. I was such a fool, here I thought you finally came around to the idea of being with me.” Jeongguk said as he threw the covers off him and hurried to get dressed again, he couldn’t look you in the eye anymore. 

“I’m sorry Gukkie I thought you….” you trailed off once you saw the hurt in his eyes. 

“Thought I would be ok with this? I thought you knew me better than that.” he practically spat out the words with disgust. 

You watched in silence as he got dressed and made to leave the room. 

“You know what, hyung and you deserve each other. You’re both the same. Conniving and ruthless. You don’t care who gets hurt in your games.” he said in a flat voice with his hand over the door handle. 

“Gukkie… I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you stuttered as a tears started to prick at the corner of your eyes, you couldn’t lose your best friend. 

“Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I don’t ever want to see you again.” Jeongguk said through gritted teeth and exited the room, slamming the door shut in his wake. 

It was a familiar sight. You wrapped up in a bed-sheet, all alone. 

It was always by choice. 

But this time, why did your heart feel this piercing pain? 

[artificialqueens]

all dressed up, headed nowhere but you (trixya) - dare

Katya, still decked up in high whore drag from her show, emphasis on whore, crawled into his lap, her black silk robe falling open over her chest.

“Hello,” she said, red mouth curled slyly, eyes searching his. Then she leaned in and bit his lower lip.

(AN: first time posting! i have something longer in the works but i wanted to put this out first. this is shameless smut, set sometime future-ish, established relationship. i use “she” and “katya” here, but it is queen!fic. warnings for implied mild gender dysphoria and gender-y sex stuff.)

There was no answer when Brian called hi to the opening and closing of the front door; sitting in the living room, the only warning he got was the soft whisper of silk before his guitar was being tugged up out of his arms.

“Is this how they say hello in whatever gutter you grew up in? With unrepentant theft?” he said, staring down at his now-empty hands. Then he looked up. “Oh. Uh.”

Katya, still decked up in high whore drag from her show, emphasis on whore, crawled into his lap, her black silk robe falling open over her chest.

“Hello,” she said, red mouth curled slyly, eyes searching his. Then she leaned in and bit his lower lip.

He made an involuntary noise, recoiling instinctively, but his hips kicked up all the same. She wasn’t tucked, her dick pressing into his stomach through sheer, lacy black panties. She sighed into his mouth, releasing his lip, and one of her hands came up to card long nails through his hair as she soothed the sting with her tongue.

When she pulled back, she was staring at him that way she did sometimes – watchful, almost too interested in what he was going to do next. Like she wanted to catalogue everything about him, file it away in that firecracker brain of hers so she could remember it forever.

“So, how many guys’ spit did you just backwash into my mouth?” he said, and her face split in a grin.

“Let’s just say you should call your doctor first thing tomorrow. Preferably a witch doctor, but those are in high demand these days. The moon being in Mercury and all. Tracy, I want to fuck you so bad.”

This last was punctuated by her long, cross-dresser nails digging into the thin skin at the back of his neck, and her hips rolling against his, the rough pressure too much and not enough against his hardening cock in his jeans.

“Would you believe I saw this coming?” he said, voice unsteady, half-laugh and half-moan. It was true – the look Katya had thrown him over her shoulder as she went out into the LA night hadn’t been subtle. He was douched, he was determined, and he was ready to be dicked down.

Katya pressed her lips to his cheek, open-mouthed, and exhaled hotly, dragging down to his jaw. Her lipstick slid sticky-smooth against his skin.

“I want to fuck you like this,” she said.

The words sent a hot-cold shock through him. He drew back and looked up at her; she stared back down, her lipstick smudging into the faint pink marks around her mouth from the earlier mess she must have made at her show. Her fingers twitched in the short hair at the back of his neck.

“I know we haven’t,” she said, “and I know you’ve never –”

“Bri,” Brian said, then, “Katya. Hey.”

Her fingers stilled. He could see it now, though – the frantic energy coiled under her skin, in the tight set around her jaw, the way her eyes flickered too fast over his face. He was pretty damn familiar with the signs of his boyfriend caught up in an internal struggle, by this point. He was also extremely familiar with the signs of arousal currently pressing into him, internal struggle or not.

“Can you tell me you’re okay?” he said finally.

“Yes,” Katya said, “for relative values of okay, yes, yes, please.”

“Girl, it’s always relative with you,” Brian said. “Luckily for both of us, I’m used to having relatives in my bed.”

Katya wheezed with laughter. “That’s so – that’s so –” she pushed her face into his neck, lashes tickling his skin; “Oh my god, please, I want to so bad, please –”

The long blonde hair catching in the collar of his shirt was beyond strange, but the familiar weight of Katya over him, the promise in each twitch of her hips – his mouth was bone dry and his dick was hard and damn it, this was really going to happen.

“Yeah,” he breathed, setting his hands on her waist below her ribs and squeezing, his thumbs brushing against the lacy hem of her bra. “Yeah, okay.”

She rocketed back to stare at him. “Really?”

“Don’t give me time to reconsider, are you stupid?”

“No, no takebacks, you’re in, my lawyer is drawing up the papers as we speak and she doesn’t fuck around,” Katya said; she shrieked a laugh, then dove back in, plastering herself up against his chest, yanking his t-shirt up from the bottom, licking her way into his mouth.

Katya kissed like she was looking for your soul and all its answers, the fundamental truths of your being, in your mouth. It was hot and wet and it got Brian so fucking worked up, every time, his heartrate kicking into overdrive, rushing in his ears, his mouth open and panting under her onslaught. She got his fly open and stuck one hand down the back of his jeans, cupping his ass, one finger dipping in to brush right where he wanted it. His hips bucked up and he moaned into her mouth.

“We should – bed,” she said, and he shook his head and breathed, “here,” shamelessly desperate. It had been a long fucking night, prepping himself and then waiting, fiddling with his guitar to try to take his mind off the hungry way she’d looked at him on the way out the door and the low burn in his stomach. And now here she was, in his lap, dick hard and lips red and holding his shoulders down against the back of the couch with strong hands, and, fuck, he wanted her.

“You’re so fucking demanding,” Katya said, laughing hot against him, then she planted one knee, got an arm around his waist, and pulled, dragging him down and sideways and then crawling up and pinning him against the couch cushions with her weight.

Head spinning, Brian panted, “Someone has to keep you on track. You’d get distracted halfway to the bedroom and go off on a tangent about unaffordable LA housing or the fact that all my pillows are made in China.” She’d gotten one knee between his thighs and he was still clothed, and it was rapidly becoming a fucking problem.

“I can multitask,” she said, ducking her head to kiss his sternum while he dragged his shirt up and over his head. When she looked up, there was red smeared down his chest, waxy and gleaming in the warm living room light.

He pushed the robe off her shoulders, thin silk slipping between his fingers like a slow-moving stream. “Oh. Cool. Do you do that on your own time, or…”

“Bitch,” Katya breathed, then she had his pants down and off and his boxers with them. She surged up, kissing him hotly, her hips rolling forward to thrust against him. The delicate lace of her panties was soft against his dick and he inhaled sharply, clutching at her back, at the wide band of her bra. He fumbled her panties down muscular thighs toward her knees.

“Come on,” he said, “come on, get the fuck in me –”

She slid a hand up from his ass to the buckle of his knee, lifting, then his mouth was falling open, slack, airless, as she pressed inside. His eyes fell shut but he forced them open, wanting to see the look on her face.

It was always so fucking good with Katya, but this was the moment that he held closest every time – the way she looked at him during those first seconds, when the shock of being inside, or of being breached, flushed through them both. It was like something went quiet inside of her, and her eyes swept over him, almost prayerful.

Then her hand squeezed at his side, and she bit her lip, and she pushed that last inch, punching a noise out of him.

“God,” he managed a moment later, his voice just a whisper of breath. “Like that, yeah.”

Her eyes were dark and hooded, black-rimmed, and she leaned over him, one elbow planting down beside his shoulder, the other hand pushing his knee up higher as she drew out and then fucked back into him. His fingers scrabbled at her back. She was so hot, burning from the inside out like she always did; the lace of her bra brushed against his skin with each thrust, a thoughtless tease against his nipples. She moved with a filthy grace, never pulling all the way out, the front of her thighs slipping against the backs of his, sweat-slick.

“Hey,” she said, “hey, Tracy.”

Her voice was a low rumble; up close like this, his chest hitching with every thrust, he could see the grain of her foundation, taste it on his own lips when he licked them.

“What,” he said, not even a little bit gracious.

Her teeth flashed white in his peripheral vision. “Tell me I’m pretty,” she said, and then burst out laughing. Her body shook with it, pressing him heavier into the cushions.

Brian inhaled thinly against the constriction, hips canting up as hers twitched in place against his ass, trying to get her deeper. Her hair was falling into his face. He brushed it away unsteadily, then tangled his fingers in it, tugging gently until Katya’s head tipped back and she met his eyes. Her lipstick was smudged around her mouth, the perfect shape she had penciled in blown out around her natural lips. Sweat trickled down from her temples. He tugged a little harder against the pins holding her hair on, and she breathed in sharply. She wasn’t laughing anymore, but there was still a hint of it there, in the corners of her lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. Then she was kissing him, barely kissing him, biting at his mouth and breathing hotly against his skin, her fingers tightening around his knee. Her other hand came up to his throat, her thumb pushing under his chin, forcing his head to tip back and his spine to arch. She fucked into him like that until he was gasping, and with every thrust she made a tight, high little noise, like the feel of him around her was eating her up alive.

Everything inside of him wound tighter, pinned down like he was, his dick aching and leaking against his stomach. “Fuck,” he said, “fuck, fuck, fuck you, I – fuck –”

Her hips slammed into him, shoving him up the couch. The thin band of her panties bit into the backs of his thighs. She bit into his lip and held, a bright stinging pain, and pressed her thumb harder into the hollow of his chin as she thrust in roughly, and that was it, that was it, he was gone, his insides all lit up, a strangled noise punching out of him, come stripping his stomach as his hips kicked and shook.

“Oh fuck,” Katya gasped, “Oh, fuck, Trixie –”

– and she thrust into him frenetically, hips bruising against his ass, until her mouth fell open and her head ducked down and her shoulders strained and she went still. He felt it inside of him when she came.

They were silent for long moments. Katya’s chest pressed into Brian’s as her breathing steadied; Brian ran his fingers through her long hair.

“I can feel the sweat between my scalp and the nylon,” Katya said finally, muffled into his shoulder. “Someone call the EPA, ‘cause it’s a swamp in there, mama.”

Brian laughed. “You’re so dumb,” he said, then, “You want it off?”

“Mhm,” Katya hummed, so Brian worked the front loose carefully, then tugged the securing pins out along the sides. The wig cap was sweaty and gross, and the short hair underneath was sweatier and grosser. When she nuzzled her head against his cheek, he allowed it anyway.

“Beautiful, huh,” she said, looking up at him and grinning, red-mouthed. Her voice was living-room quiet, long-term quiet; sometimes, it still took him a second to process that this was real, that he’d found this, that they’d made it work. That they could lie naked on the couch and whisper to each other and he could know, steady and certain in his chest, that it was going to last.

“Well, the fishing for compliments thing is pretty ugly,” he said, and she laughed. He grinned back up at her. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You too,” she said, half sigh, snuggling back in. “Do you want to get up, or can we stay here? ‘Cause I’m about to pass out. Full-on coma. The prognosis is grim.”

“I’m covered in come.”

“Shh,” Katya said. “Shhh. Sleeping.”

And she was so still, and she looked so peaceful, that he couldn’t make himself tell her off.

His own eyes were closing when he felt her lips against his cheek. “Thanks,” she whispered.

He ran his hand across her spine slowly, and let the dull thud of her heart against his chest lull him to sleep.

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

Hiya! So I may have gotten a little carried away...

But here I am with a surprisingly long 7th chapter in the series even though it took fucking ages for me to actually post haha…(I really feel like this series of stories should have a title…oh well, that’s a matter for me to address at a later time) Seriously, the word count is nearly 6,000 at my last count…I sort of just got started and could not stop!

This chapter is mostly just a transition to help me move the story line along, but some events and overheard conversations are leaving both Finn and Rae a bit confused (it may also address some of the suspicions some of you have had based on events from previous chapters, just saying) so I can get to more drama and flirtiness in the next two chapters that are to come…so be on the lookout for them some time in the next week(s).

As always, your comments, questions,messages, likes, reblogs, etc. are welcomed and much appreciated! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy. 😁

Misunderstandings and Mixed Messages

Sunday morning at work began much the same as every other morning at work this past week: Rae sat next to Archie and Izzie and when Finn came into work he would greet all three of them and then greet Rae individually before sitting at the closest pair of empty desks with Hannah by his side.

After the peculiar events that occurred with Finn in the middle of work the previous day, Rae had anticipated there to be some awkwardness or an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed; however, everything that had happened thus far during her shift was astoundingly…normal.

The hours at work were passing dreadfully slowly and it was taking a lot of effort on Rae’s part to keep focused on her work. She still had nearly an hour left until her scheduled break, but her contact lenses were beginning to feel dry in her eyes from staring at her computer screen for so long. Rae finished the message she was typing and then closed the conversation and laid her head on her arms that were propped up on her desk, gently rubbing her eyes with her hands.

Is anyone else as bored as I am right now?

Rae looked over her shoulders briefly to determine if there was anyone else who was visibly struggling to stay awake and concentrated on their work like she was when she noticed Finn and Hannah sitting with their chairs nearly touching and they were leaning close to one another, speaking quietly.

Don’t be a creep, Rae! Just get back to work and let Finn talk to whoever he wants to talk to…

She turned back to face her computer screen and resume helping the customers that were requesting help, but curiosity got the best of her and Rae found herself straining her ears to pick up on bits and pieces of what Finn and Hannah were talking about.

“Hannah, I need to ask your opinion on something…I need a female’s take on this, but you can’t go telling Chop, or the guys, or anyone else, okay?”

“Yeah, of course Finn, what’s up?”

“Well, there’s this girl…that I think I really like…”

Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true…

“I haven’t known her too long, but we get on really well and…well, I sort of wanted your opinion on what I could get her as a Christmas present…”

Hannah laughed a little too loud, drawing the attention of the people sitting around her, which made Finn scowl.

“Hannah, if you won’t take me seriously and help me out, just forget I mentioned anything.” He leaned away from Hannah and began moving his chair back to its original position in front of his desk when Hannah grabbed the armrest of his desk chair pulling him back to her.

“Oh come on now, Finney boy! You know I’ll help you, it’s just I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this…this new girl, whoever she is, must be pretty damn special.”

“She is…which is exactly why I can’t fuck this up! I want to get her a gift that will make a good impression and be something that she will really like and appreciate…”

“Well what does this mystery girl like?”

“Well, uh, she likes…” Finn looked briefly over his shoulders before turning back to face Hannah and continuing, his voice somewhat quieter now to ensure that the people around them could not hear what he was saying.

 “She likes coffee and tea…and she hardly wears makeup, but when she does she always has the most interesting lipstick colors I’ve ever seen…and she really loves her music, which is a big reason why I think we click so well, ya know?”

Great, some coffee/lipstick/music-loving girl has captured Finn’s attention…I should have known that it was too good to be true thinking that Finn could like someone like me…

Rae had known that she shouldn’t get her hopes up too much before confirming her suspicions that Finn fancied her back, but she was still feeling hurt after overhearing Finn talk about how much he liked this mystery girl.

***

Sunday evening as Rae lied flat on her back on top of her bed, starring at the rhythmic spinning of her ceiling fan, she reached for her cellphone where it sat on her bedside table while charging when she heard the phone buzz audibly.

Chloe: RAAAAEEEE…whatever happened with your fit af bad boy from work? I expected an update by now, surely…

Rae: Hey Chlo. You were right, I was reading too much into things with Finn. We’re just coworkers, nothing more.

Rae didn’t realize that she actually believed the words she was typing until after she had already sent the message, but the conversation she overheard between Finn and Hannah had cemented it in her mind that another girl had won his affections and she and Finn were just coworkers, or perhaps friends, but that’s it.

Chloe: Aw, that sucks. But think of it like this…NOW YOU CAN GET ON TINDER AND GO ON LOTS OF TINDER DATES AND WE CAN SWAP STORIES!!!

Rae: Yeah…I don’t think I’ll be joining Tinder or any online dating website anytime soon…

Chloe: Why, Rae? Do you think you’re too good for them? I met my last 3 boyfriends on Tinder…are you saying that you are better than me, eh?

Bloody hell, Chlo! Why must you be so quick to overreact every fucking time?

Rae: No, that’s not what I’m implying, Chloe. I just don’t think those sites are for me…

Rae was already exhausted by this conversation with Chloe and as much as she wanted to fall asleep, she tossed and turned restlessly in her bed until well past 3am.

***

Monday when Rae walked into work, she walked over to where Archie was sitting, noticing that there was not an empty seat, so she walked further down the row toward the first desk in the area that was not occupied.

Rae had been on-edge and was feeling annoyed by her conversation with Chloe from last night and as the clock in the lower right corner of her computer screen showed the time to be 7:58am, she was regretting her decision to stay up as late as she did and not get coffee prior to coming to work.

Well, I have a few minutes before I have to actually get to work, maybe I can just rest my eyes for a moment…

Rae readjusted her body in her desk chair to comfortably lean forward until her head was resting on her left arm where it was positioned atop her desk between her keyboard and the neighboring desk to her right. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy a few minutes of relaxation before having to endure a long day of work without caffeine to keep her going.

Rae was vaguely aware that someone had sat down in the desk to her right; however, she did not decide to open her eyes until she could feel the faint tickle of someone’s breath against her skin and could just barely smell the minty scent of toothpaste on their breath and she knew that she was being watched.

Rae hesitantly opened one eye, not entirely sure whose face she expected to be staring back, and was met with a very familiar pair of warm, dark brown eyes that scrunched slightly as a wide grin spread across her observer’s face. She gasped and her other eye flew open to take in the sight before her. Finn sat at the desk to Rae’s right, mirroring her position with his face mere inches from hers, but Finn’s eyes were open and he appeared to be analyzing Rae’s features to take in and memorize every detail of her face.

“Good morning, girl. I didn’t mean to disturb ya, but you looked so comfortable and I wanted to give it a try too” Finn’s voice was soft and hushed, but given their close proximity, Rae could hear him without trouble and was that much more aware of the minty smell of his breath as it tickled her face.

Rae’s head shot up and she adjusted in her desk chair to be sitting upright, causing Finn to chuckle as he lifted his head off his arm and sat up in his chair again as well.

“Hiya Finn, sorry about that. I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I wanted to rest my head for a bit.” Rae smiled shyly at Finn, trying to ignore the blush creeping into her cheeks, as she quickly turned away from him to log into her computer. She saw a look of concern flash across his face and it looked like he was trying to gather his thoughts to speak, but Finn was interrupted before he could ask his question.

“Hey Rae! How are you?”

“I’m alright, Hannah, thanks. And you?”

“I’m doing very well, thank you!”

Rae did not expect Hannah to make conversation with her, but since Hannah was sitting in her usual seat on the opposite side of Finn, she figured that it would be rude for her to ignore Hannah’s attempts at small talk.

“Oh, hi…” Rae mumbled as she turned away from Finn to face her computer screen and noticed that her coworker named Liam was seated at the desk to her left.

He mumbled what Rae assumed to be a greeting without focusing his attention away from his computer, and Rae just rolled her eyes and redirected her attention to the customers she was helping.

As they worked through the queue of customer messages that had accumulated, Rae, Finn and Hannah made casual conversation and Rae and Finn fell back into their habit of arguing about music and scoring the songs that came on the radio out of ten.

“So the semester is almost over…are you two getting excited for Christmas and the holiday yet?” Hannah asked when there was a lull in the conversation.

“I suppose,” Finn began “I’m gonna do some traveling before Christmas, but I think I’ll be spending Christmas Day with all my family and sisters who I haven’t seen in a while, so that should be fun.”

“Aw, that’ll be nice to see all your family. What about you Rae? Are ya excited for Christmas?”

“Honestly? Uh…no, not really…” Rae did not turn her attention away from her computer screen as she said this and she had no intention of elaborating on her response, but in her peripheral vision she could see Finn glance over at her with a sad and concerned look on his face.

“Why not Rae? Is your family too far away to visit them for Christmas?” Hannah inquired.

“Uh, no…there’s just always lots of family drama during the holidays so I don’t really look forward to seeing my family for Christmas. It sounds bad, I know, but it sort of ruined the holiday for me for these last few years.”

It was clear that Rae did not wish to go into more detail than that on the subject, which Finn luckily caught on to and quickly changed the conversation topic to the radio station they were listening to at work that had played three Oasis songs within the two hours they had been working thus far.

“Hey Finn, can I get some help with this customer’s question?”

“Of course, Rae-Rae! Just let me finish this message…” He replied as he hurried to finish the response he was typing to send to a customer.

Rae chuckled slightly when she heard Finn’s new nickname for her but was sitting quietly in her desk chair and waiting for Finn to assist her with the situation this customer had contacted Customer Service about. Suddenly Rae felt heavy breathing on the back of her neck over her left shoulder and an arm wrap tightly around her to rest on the armrest on the right side of her desk chair.

“Well…it looks like our security system is stopping the customer from logging in, they’ll have to call us.” Liam stated, still sitting too close to Rae for her to feel comfortable.

“Uh, it’s not the security system, but thanks for trying to help.” Rae replied to Liam, trying to move her chair away from him to put some distance between them.

“Lemme read the whole conversation…” Liam leaned in the direction of Rae and positioned his right arm on the left armrest of her chair, taking up the majority of her space in front of her desk as he read through the messages.

Rae typically managed to interact with Liam as little as possible at work, willing to be courteous to him since he was her coworker, but avoiding any conversations that were not absolutely necessary. Liam had been working here for as long as Finn and a number of their other coworkers, but from what Rae has gathered, the general sentiment toward Liam in their workplace is negative.

When Rae and Izzie were first training for the job back in September, Liam had been one of the mentors that they were advised to go to with any questions or concerns they had after training ended. From the first time Liam had assisted Rae with a question she had during training and he got too close for comfort, she had gotten a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach about him. And even now, over two months later, her first impression of him remained unchanged and she often got the feeling that whenever he was in the area, Liam gravitated toward Rae for the sole purpose of making her feel uncomfortable.

Rae moved her chair away from Liam when she felt his hand move until his fingertips brushed against her thigh just above her knee while his elbow remained positioned on the armrest of her chair. She kept scooting her chair away until the opposite armrest of her chair was nearly touching Finn’s chair, making Liam’s arm fall. He huffed an annoyed chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief slightly, but continued reading through the conversation, his body still occupying a large portion of the space in front of Rae’s desk.

“Oi, Liam, give this poor girl some space! I know you’re tryna help, but she didn’t ask you for help and she certainly didn’t ask ya to encroach on her personal space, now did she?” Finn’s tone was casual, but firm enough to convey that he was dead serious.

Liam huffed a disgruntled chuckle and moved his chair back into position in front of his desk, sinking his tall yet burly frame further down into his chair and angling his body as far away from Rae as possible.

“You alright girl?” Finn asked, his voice just above a whisper, and Rae could clearly see the concern and anger evident in his face and tensed jaw.

“Yeah, I’m alright…I was just a little uncomfortable, but it’s not the first time he’s done that…” Rae muttered, barely audible.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Rae?” Finn’s voice was increasing in volume but when he met Rae’s eyes and saw the panicked look she was giving him he allowed his anger to subside before continuing, his voice just above a whisper again.

“Well, that doesn’t make it okay. You don’t deserve to be treated like that and touched if you don’t wanna be touched.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I just have a thing about people getting into my personal space and touching me like that…I might of overreacted a bit, but I just don’t like being touched or having people get too close to me if I’m not comfortable with the person, you know?”

Finn slowly moved his chair a little bit further from Rae, trying to give her the space that he assumed she would prefer to make her feel more comfortable, but Rae rested her hand on top of his where it sat on his desk, which distracted him from moving his chair, as she continued.

“Luckily, he backed off when you stood up for me, so thank you for that.” She lightly squeezed his hand with hers that was still resting over his hand and returned both her hands to her keyboard to keep typing the message she had started as she continued, “But I think we can just forget about it, there’s no need to cause trouble right now…” Rae pleaded quietly and Finn nodded begrudgingly.

“So…did you still want my help on the question you had?” He asked with a smile, which Rae returned as she nodded.

To Rae’s relief, Liam was only working a four hour shift, so before long he logged off his computer and sped out of the building and Rae could finally relax and return to her designated space in front of her desk, opposed to the farthest corner of her desk with her chair nearly touching Finn’s chair.

“Ugh, I find him intensely irritating some days!” Rae exclaimed, rubbing her temples slightly with the tips of her fingers.

“Only some days?” Archie asked with a laugh.

Rae picked up a new customer conversation to handle but was caught off guard by a massive yawn, reminding her of just how tired she still was.

“Are you still feeling low on energy, girl?” Finn asked as he locked his computer.

“Uh-huh…” Rae replied with a nod as she sighed lightly and rested her head on her hand that was propped up on her desk.

“Alright…I’ll be right back then.”

Rae was going to ask Finn were he was heading, but he was speeding away from his desk in the direction of the break room door too quickly for her to grab his attention.

“Liam is such a prick. Are you okay Rae?” Archie asked, having moved his chair so he was now seated in front of the desk Liam had vacated.

Archie and Izzie had known from the beginning that Rae did not have a good first impression of Liam and that he made Rae feel uncomfortable at times because of his disregard for her personal space; however, this was the most forward and direct Liam has ever been with Rae. Archie was concerned about how his friend was doing, knowing what he does about some of her past experiences and the problems she has about people getting too close to her and invading her personal space without her permission, but Archie knew that he had to approach the topic carefully.

“Yeah, I’m alright…When Liam put his hand on my thigh, I almost had a proper freak out, but” Rae looked around before continuing in a hushed voice, “‘Alphonzo’ came to the rescue and stood up for me. I’ve never seen him get mad like that before, but the look in his eyes when he was talking to Liam and when I mentioned that Liam had done the same thing before…it was pretty fucking sexy!”

“Rachel Earl! Please keep in mind that we are still at work! I’m gonna log into this computer to keep an eye on you and make sure that you keep things professional for the rest of the shift,” he replied with a wink as he moved the empty chair to where he was previously sitting and logged into his profile on this computer.

Rae and Archie continued working and began keeping themselves entertained by trying to describe how they imagined the customers who contacted them to look based on the name on their account.

Rae was about to tell Archie about the fictional person she thought up based on the customer she was currently assisting when Finn walked quickly toward his seat and placed two take-away coffee cups from the café across the street on his desk.

“For you, m’dear…” Finn said, sliding one of the cups toward Rae, “I wasn’t sure how you take your coffee, but I know all the coffee you bring in has the box for ‘soy milk’ checked, so I got your coffee with soy milk as well…I hope it’s alright…I just know how tired you are and I was hoping this coffee could help wake you up a bit…but maybe I should’ve asked first, I just wanted it to be a nice surprise for you…maybe I shouldn’t have…If ya don’t want it I can—”

Wait…did Finn really pick up on such a small detail as the type of milk I prefer in my coffee?

“Finn, it’s perfect, thank you! That was really sweet of you to think about getting me coffee and that you remembered that bit about me getting soy milk…” Rae smiled and gave Finn a reassuring nod to pull him from his ramblings.

She took a hesitant sip, wincing slightly when the hot coffee burned her mouth and the tip of her tongue a bit.

“Shit, it’s that bad, huh? I can add some more sugar to it if it’s not sweet enough? Or I can just dump it out and we can forget this even happened if it’s complete rubbish…”

“Finn, stop worrying about it. I pulled that face because I burnt my tongue on the coffee, the coffee itself tastes fine.”

“Oh, okay…” Finn grabbed his coffee cup and took a drink, wincing as well when he burnt his mouth, “Yeah, when they say ‘hot coffee’ they’re not joking…I’ll be right back.”

Finn stood from his chair and walked away again.

“Do you want a taste, Arch?” Rae asked offering her coffee cup toward Archie who accepted with a nod.

“Oh, shit. I’ll stick to my usual tea, thanks…I don’t think coffee is for me!” Archie replied, his face scrunching in disgust as he tried to get the taste of the coffee out of his mouth.

“It isn’t how I normally take my coffee when I make it or when I buy coffee, but it’s not too bad…”Rae replied, catching Finn’s eye as he returned to his desk with his coffee that he had added a couple cubes of ice to in order to make it a drinkable temperature.

“Thanks again, Finn. I really do appreciate it…And of course, I’ll be more than happy to return the favor or make it up to you somehow, if you’d like.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, it’s no problem, girl. Anyone would have done the same thing…” Finn replied with a nervous smile when he saw the intensity of Rae’s smile as she waited for him to meet her eyes.

Rae thought back to all the other times when she had been a zombie at work from lack of sleep and it occurred to her that never once had one of her coworkers bought her coffee before. Rae also remembered back to how protective of her Finn had gotten during the Liam situation earlier in their shift and how he backed off despite his anger when he realized that Rae did not want to cause a scene.

“No Finn, anyone else would not have done the same thing for me…”

…but then again you’re nothing like anyone else, now are ya Finn?

***

On Tuesday Rae had the last of her final exams for this semester of Uni, so by Wednesday morning when she got to work, she felt like a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was officially done with all her classes for the semester—only waiting on the scores for her exams to be posted during the next week—and she could begin enjoying the nearly month long break she had before the next semester of Uni began.

Rae walked into the office alongside Izzie—venting her frustrations about the misunderstanding with Chloe on Sunday night—who Rae had not worked with since Sunday because of their hectic final exam schedules.

“And so she was saying how good it was that things didn’t go anywhere with Alphonzo because now I can get Tinder and hook up with people and go on Tinder dates freely…”

Izzie nodded to show that she was still paying attention to Rae as they both sat down at their desks and got logged into their computers.

“I just don’t see the point of Tinder, I guess…like I’m not judging her for using it, I just don’t think I’ll be using Tinder anytime soon…”

“What’s this about you using Tinder, Mae? You’re too good for every twat on there anyways, so don’t waste your time on there, girl!” Finn said, joining in on the conversation seamlessly as he sat down at the desk to the right of Rae.

“Uh, I were just saying that I’m not on Tinder, despite one of my friends’ valiant efforts…” Rae did not expect Finn to sit next to her for the second consecutive shift at work, not that she minded, and she had to admit that it felt nice to be talking to him like close mates again.

“How do you know so much about Tinder, Finn?” Izzie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well most of my mates are on there, and,” Finn blushed slightly before continuing, “well, I tried tinder a while back too. I didn’t find any one worth my time though…The girl I’m looking for isn’t going to be found on Tinder, I suppose…” he added, looking briefly at Rae before smiling at Izzie.

“So I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I heard you two talking as you walked in here while I was talking to HR about getting my work schedule changed for the month of December but, uh…Rae, I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you and your, erm, friend…Alphonzo” He added, not making eye contact with Rae as he logged into his computer.

Rae had taken a drink of her tea, which she had grabbed from the café across the street on her way to work that morning, and she nearly choked on the hot liquid when she heard Finn mention the nickname she used for him, burning the inside of her mouth and throat in the process.

“Are you alright, Rae?” Izzie asked, struggling to contain a laugh as she pat Rae on the back because she knew exactly why Rae was currently coughing on the tea she had swallowed forcibly, with her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just great, Izz…my tea just went down wrong, I suppose” Rae said when she finally ceased coughing, “What was it that you were saying, Finn?”

“Well I heard you tell Izzie that you and that guy, Alphonzo or whatever his name is, didn’t work out or something and I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ve heard you mention his name to Izzie and Archie a few times, well actually…I hear you three talking about this bloke a lot…I wasn’t sure how serious things between you and Alphonzo had been, but if you need to talk about it, uh, you can talk to me…if you want to, of course.” Finn replied with an interesting edge to his voice that Rae did not recognize and made her doubt that he was genuinely sorry to overhear this information.

Was that jealousy that I heard in Finn’s voice? Well, obviously not…silly me…

Finn hesitated and seemed to be somewhat conflicted about saying his next statement, but proceeded anyways, his voice quieter than when he said his earlier statements, “Personally, I think anyone who’d let you go doesn’t deserve you in the first place, but…”

“Yeah, ‘Alphonzo’ has no clue that everything he wants in a girl was right in front of him the whole time,” Izzie said nudging Rae in the side gently with her elbow and laughing, which made Finn even more confused about what crucial information he was missing than he had been before. Rae simply sighed and started working, refusing to meet the eyes of either of the people sitting next to her.

Ugh, today is gonna be a very long day…

***

Lauren: Hi Rae! I haven’t seen you in so long!

Rae grabbed her phone off the desk in her bedroom where it sat as she cleaned her room that had become quite messy in recent weeks when Rae was busy with work and Uni on a daily basis. Today was Thursday and it was the first day off Rae has had in longer than she could remember and she thought it best to use this day to clean her entire apartment because she did not know when she would get the chance again.

Rae: Hiya Laur! I know, this semester has been crazy, but I was officially done with all my Uni exams on Tuesday. What about you?

Lauren: I have one more tomorrow morning :( I miss you like crazy and I’d really like to catch up before we get busy with Christmas and whatnot. Are you free to get lunch today?

Rae: Yeah, of course. Do you want to meet for lunch at about noon?

Rae had not had the chance to see her friend Lauren since October, so she looked forward to spending time with Lauren and talking about everything that has been happening in their lives in the past couple months.

Rae and Lauren had met in a class they shared during Rae’s first year of Uni and they had managed to stay friends and make plans to spend time together ever since, despite the fact that they no longer shared a class.

At almost noon on the dot, Lauren pulled up in her car outside of Rae’s apartment to pick her up so they could go to lunch together.

They drove to a small and cozy diner a few miles away, and after getting settled into a booth in the corner of the diner and placing their order, Lauren started the conversation by detailing everything worth noting that had happened to her in the past two months.

“Holy shit, Lauren! That’s crazy! I’m happy to hear that you were still able to save your grade in that class even through your professor was a total knobhead.” Rae commented when Lauren had reached the end of her story.

“So what about you Rae? Anything interesting in your life? Anything crazy happen in Uni…or at work…or are there any boys that have caught your attention,” Rae’s posture and smile faltered when Lauren asked about the boys in Rae’s life, which did not go unnoticed by Lauren.

“I saw that, cheeky Rae! Tell me about this boy…I need to know everything!”

“Well…do you remember the attractive guy with all the tattoos that I work with that I told you about the last time I saw you?” Lauren nodded and Rae took that as her cue to keep going “Well…he was pretty standoffish with me at first. But we sort of became friends, and well…there’s been some flirting at times…”

Rae continued to tell Lauren about the various times the she has noticed Finn flirting with her as well as the feedback she had gotten from her friends that she has talked to thus far when their waiter brought the milkshake Lauren had ordered and the basket of chips that Rae and Lauren were sharing.

“So what’s going on with you and this Finn boy now?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re just friends right now…he’s been a bit distant lately and we don’t sit by each other and talk as much as we did a month ago. I don’t really understand what’s happening between us, but I’ve been getting a lot of mixed messages from Finn..and I sort of eavesdropped on a conversation he was having with one of our other coworkers and I overhead him talk about a new girl in his life, so…”

“Well, what exactly did you overhear him saying?” Rae explained to Lauren everything she recalled overhearing during this conversation and a cheeky smirk spread across Lauren’s face as she neared the end of her explanation.

“Why are ya smiling like that, Laur?”

“Rae! Do you really not see it? The ‘mystery new girl’ in Finn’s life is probably you…I mean, he literally described you—music, coffee, tea, lipstick—and it would make sense why he’d be sitting next to this Hannah girl if they are friends so he can get relationship advice from a female’s perspective! HE WAS TOTALLY TALKING ABOUT YOU!” Lauren exclaimed with passion that seemed out of place on this chilly December afternoon in this quiet diner.

That’s impossible…loads of girls that Finn knows probably like coffee and lipstick and music as much as I do…he could not have possibly been asking for Hannah’s opinion about getting a gift for me, right..?

***

Friday after work Izzie was going on about how hungry she was, so she and Rae decided to grab dinner together at the Ramen Noodle restaurant down the street from their work to celebrate finishing another semester of Uni.

“So…I know you’ve been avoiding talking to me about this, but can we discuss what Finn said at work on Wednesday now or what?” Izzie asked as she lifted a noodle with her fork and slurped it loudly into her mouth.

“What do ya mean, Izz, I’m not avoiding talking about anything,” Rae did not look up at Izzie as she said this, focusing her full attention on adding the chili oil to the broth of her noodle soup to make it spicy enough for her liking.

“Great! So he was definitely trying to flirt with you Rae…”

“Not at all, Izz! He was just being friendly!”

“Fine, do friends normally get jealous of their friend’s nonexistent boyfriends as well, or is that unique to Finn?”

Rae rolled her eyes at Izzie as she grabbed a noodle with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, finishing her bite before she spoke.

“He was not jealous. And what was that all about, Izzie? Convincing Finn that I had broken up with my nonexistent boyfriend that just happens to have the same name as our code name for Finn? You’re gonna mislead him into thinking there is another guy in my life that I’m hung up on and confuse him more than he already is if he keeps overhearing you talking about ‘Alphonzo this’ and ‘Alphonzo that’…”

“Sorry, I may have gotten a little carried away with that,” Izzie replied with a giggle, “but would that really be such a bad thing? I mean, if he really is just your friend, it shouldn’t matter if he thinks there’s another guy in your life. Isn’t that right, Rae?”

“Okay, well I’m not saying that he was jealous…but even if he were, his jealousy was out of context…he is basically unknowingly jealous of himself!” Rae scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes when she noticed that Izzie was giggling at the situation as she slurped another noodle into her mouth using her fork.

“Oh, shut up, Izz…” Rae’s tone began as joking, but quickly became somewhat disappointed, “I really don’t think he was flirting though. On Sunday I overheard him talking to Hannah about what to get the girl he is interested in for Christmas, so  I think he might have a new girlfriend already…”

“Rae…did you consider that he could have been referring to you when  he mentioned the new girl he is interested in? I overheard a bit of the same conversation between them and I could definitely see how he could have been referring to you…”

“Really, Izzie? Not you too! One of my other friends thinks the same thing! I don’t know…he’s just been sending a lot of mixed messages, so I’m not sure what I should or should not pay attention to right now…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean…How is he doing, by the way? I haven’t seen him at work since he sat with us on Wednesday.”

“Why do you assume that I would know, Izzie?”

“Well he talks to you the most out of anybody at work, even when he’s not sitting next to you…I figured if anyone would know it would be you.”

“Well…he did mention needing to change his schedule for December, so maybe he’s working different shifts now?” Rae knew that she and Finn were just friends and she should not be as upset as she was at the prospect of not working with Finn anymore, but there was an undeniable part of her mind that was wondering when the next time she would see Finn would be.

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A/N: So I noticed that in previous chapters, some of you thought Finn could have been using Hannah to make Rae jealous, while others thought that Finn could be confused by the repeated mentions of this mysterious “Alphonzo” fellow, so I just HAD to tie both of those into this chapter a bit! 😉There’s still sooo much more to come with Finn and Rae, and I look forward to seeing your reactions to some of the drama and not-so-subtle flirting in the next couple chapters!!!

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Earth Kingdom II.

Avatar the Last Airbender

Katara hasn’t seen Aang in many years but when the Earth King holds a conference to unite the world leaders they’re brought face to face with the demons that tore them apart.

Part one here. Part three here.

Warning: implied sexual content

Enjoy.

She was still wearing her formal dress when she reached the large pool so she hiked up the bottom of her dress, sat down on the grass and slipped her legs under the water’s surface. It was striking against her skin but nonetheless very relaxing. As a water bender she found that no matter what, water always helped to center her mind and calm her spirit.

In this place of peacefulness, she found her mind wandering to thoughts of Aang. She figured that as she was sitting there looking at her reflection in the pool of water it would be okay to let her mind go. She sometimes wondered if he ever thought about writing to her or coming to see her. She had wanted so many times to turn around and find him standing there. 

She would leap into his arms before he could ever say anything and she would never let him go again. Part of her wanted to take action because that’s just who she is but another side of her, the side that needed Aang in her life, wanted to be swept off her feet.

Aang had grown into a very handsome young Avatar since she found him in that iceberg. His jaw was chiseled, he had gained some scruff, he was much taller than her now and he had very obviously put on muscle mass with all the training. But that wasn’t even half of what drew Katara to him.

He had the kindest soul, he was so in tune with himself and so compassionate about helping others. He had this drive that set his soul on fire and motivated him to be the best Avatar he could be. Thoughts like that are what made her hate herself for not going to find him, for letting herself get so caught up in the what ifs. But that was who Katara had always been, someone who analyzed every scenario and buried her most painful problems. It was easier to pretend to feel nothing than actually acknowledge the pain.

“Katara?”

She jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of an unbelievably familiar voice.

She turned her head to see him standing there, staff in hand, staring down at her in a state of utter confusion. She suddenly became very aware of the fact she had tears rolling down her cheeks and she hoped in the dark of the night he wouldn’t notice. She turned back to dry her face and then gradually stood up on the damp grass.

“What are you doing here?” she spoke abruptly. 

She could feel his eyes travelling up and down her body as he began to speak, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to start my journey here early, but I noticed something sparkling when I was in the sky. It must have been the moon light on you, kind of overdressed for a late night swim don’t you think?” 

He chuckled, an airy sound that sent her skin tingling.

She forced a light laugh at his comment, “I wasn’t swimming, I just needed some air after dinner. I didn’t realize how late it was, I guess I got lost in thought.” 

She was avoiding eye contact with him as much as possible, she felt uncomfortable having to be simply cordial with him rather than her usual self and she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

She looked up at the moon and then back to Aang, “Well considering how late it is I better get to my room before someone realizes I’ve been gone so long.” She gave him a small smile, smoothed her dress out with palms by running them down her hips and began to walk towards him to get back to the palace.

As she brushed past him she could feel her heart beat pick up pace and her eyes began to burn. She had no idea why her body was having such a volatile reaction to seeing Aang again, she definitely hadn’t anticipated it and she definitely didn’t want him to see her like this.

“Have a goodnight Katara,” he was barely audible as she passed him. His voice was calm but stiff and she could see with the help of the moonlight that his knuckles were completely white as he gripped his staff. She wanted to stop herself from leaving, she wanted to turn around and grab his face in her hands. She wanted more than anything to erase the last four years in one swift, deep kiss but she found herself practically sprinting up the steps of the palace and the steps to her room. She wasn’t ready for this.

The next few days prior to the large banquet more and more guests were arriving. Katara was trying her hardest to avoid Aang so she would volunteer to do anything anyone needed and often found herself leaving the room just in time. She didn’t want to repeat their encounter in their garden, her heart couldn’t handle the splintering of wanting to run to him and run away from him at the same time.

She was trying to prepare herself mentally the entire day of the conference. When the time came to get ready with Suki and Toph she just decided to erase the stress from her mind and focus on her appearance. A few hours break from thinking about Aang would be nice and some time with her girls would help block him from her mind without a doubt.

She finished her look with one last sweep of lipstick and stood up to see how she looked in the full length mirror. She had let her hair down completely, smoothed out all the frizz and swept it to one side. She was wearing a floor length blue dress that was completely backless but had spaghetti straps running up the sides and cut down into a V-neckline. It definitely made her look older and in the back of her mind she hoped it would catch Aang’s attention. Toph was also wearing a floor length dress but in green, Suki in similar Earth Kingdom style was wearing a floor length halter-style green dress. All three of them looked incredible for the formal occasion and unfortunately, Katara was the only one who felt extremely nervous.

When they entered the grand dining hall Katara couldn’t believe how packed it already was. Sokka had joined them since they left their rooms and was already arm and arm with Suki on their way to speak with the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe. Toph had disappeared when she realized the size of the buffet table, her childhood had accustomed her to this life and she didn’t really care for the formalities anymore. That left Katara to descend the large staircase alone and she found herself more worried than ever about Aang seeing her.

As she began walking down the steps into the party she realized she was staring at her feet to make sure she didn’t trip which made her feel embarrassed so she looked up. Suddenly it was as if magnets were drawing their eyes together because almost instantly her eyes caught Aang. He was standing with a group of individuals that included her father, the Earth King and Fire Lord Zuko but his eyes were squarely on her. 

She noticed he was clad in his more formal Air nomad robes and she kept her eyes focused on him as she waded through the crowd towards his group. As she walked into the circle everyone greeted her warmly but Zuko was the first to step forward to hug her.

As he pulled back he spoke, “Katara, its been ages. The Earth King was just telling us how helpful you’ve been with his healers and how I should have you come stay with me for a while so you can make sure my healers are up to your standards.” 

Everyone in the circle started laughing and Katara smiled brightly, “I haven’t been to the Fire Nation in quite a while, if you’re offering I’d love to visit.”

Zuko smiled, “If Hakoda can spare you for a few weeks, Aang and I would love the company.” 

Zuko and Hakoda went into a discussion about Katara staying at the Fire Nation that somehow led into a much larger discussion on social programs that needed to be instituted in the nation. They were in agreement that if healers could be trained in the ways of the water tribe there would be a movement towards healing from the physical and emotional traumas caused by the war.

While that conversation continued, Katara turned to look at Aang with a furrowed brow, “I didn’t know that you’ve been living with Zuko.”

 Aang turned towards her with his solemn gray eyes and spoke softly, “Almost two years now. Before I was just kind of staying wherever I was needed but I wanted a place to call home so when Zuko offered, I accepted.” 

Katara felt a twinge of anger that he hadn’t chosen to come back to the southern water tribe but she abruptly realized how painful it might have been for him to be around her. She felt bad for taking the place he felt at home from him and the thought of him being alone for those two years saddened her. In response, she instinctively reached forward and placed her hand on his bicep, “The Southern Water Tribe will always be open to you if ever you need a place to call home Aang.”

She felt his muscle tense under her palm and dropped her hand from his arm. She hadn’t realized how close they were standing while they were talking and felt the urge to get out of there before her mind spun out of control like it had in the garden a few nights ago. She stepped back and looked around to see others standing quite close actually. They seemed to be waiting for the Avatar to be free to talk with.

She looked at Aang and forced a smile, “Well I should probably stop hogging you Avatar, my apologies. Have a good evening,” she turned her back hoping to avoid any refusal by Aang but as she began to walk away she heard him say her name. As she looked back she noticed that another woman had already swept in to take her place. The image of the new woman standing in front of him, eyes beaming, made her wonder if Aang had yet to found another to take her place. Maybe he had fallen in love or had been seeing someone else in the four years since they were apart. This made feelings of jealously bubble up in her chest.

Before she realized it she had managed to walk all the way across the room to where Toph was hiding from the party. As she stood next to her, Toph nudged her arm and pulled her out of her thoughts, “Hey Sugar Queen I can hear your heartbeat and its going to fall right out of your chest if you don’t calm down. What’s got you all uptight?” 

Katara let out a laugh at her old nickname and squeezed Toph’s forearm, “Uhm Toph, do you by chance know if Aang has been seeing anyone at all?”

Toph let out a loud laugh, “Twinkle Toes? Dating? You’ve got to be kidding.” Katara appreciated Toph’s nonchalant, sarcastic way of reassuring her, it made her feel much more comfortable especially since they were in a public setting. Katara let it go after that and continued mingling around the room. However, she would often catch herself scanning the area to see where Aang was and who he was speaking with. Often when she did that she would catch his eye and at some point in the night whenever they caught each others eye she would blush. 

It had become a game.

Once the introductions and circulating had finished up the music commenced and people began pairing off to dance. Katara laughed hysterically as Sokka dragged Suki on to the dance and began twirling her around like a rag doll. They looked like they were having the most enjoyable time and it warmed Katara’s heart. She couldn’t help but think of a memory from her days sneaking through the fire nation. Aang had decided it would be a good idea to host a secret dance party for the fire nations kids and they danced for the first time. The whole event her heart had been racing and sweat was beading off her forehead but by the end of the night she realized she loved every second of it.

She was suddenly brought out of her happy memory by a deep voice, “Hello Miss. Katara.” 

Katara turned to the sound of her name and was faced with a handsome, young man wearing the uniform of the Earth Kingdom General. “My name is General Chey Fong, you met my father the first time you visited Ba Sing Se with the Avatar.”

Katara reached her hand out to meet his, “Oh yes, Chey, it’s nice to meet you.” General Fong smiled at her, “I came over actually because I was wondering if you would like to dance with me?” 

She nodded and he walked with her to the dance floor. He placed his hand on her waist, held her other hand in his own and began leading her around the floor to the music. He was telling her military stories as they moved and she politely commented here or there but let him talk most of the time. At one point Chey spun her around and once she was facing a new direction she realized Aang had been watching her from across the room. He was standing in a group of people again but his eyes were fixated on her. When he realized she was looking his way he didn’t waver in his intense look, instead, he began walking towards her.

“General Fong, do you mind if I cut in?”

To be continued …

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Things are Not Always What They Seem

When it comes to music, it is often made with a direct intention. Whether it be to express love, lust, or hate--the song usually has a clear meaning the artist or the writer envisioned. However, when this same music is released to the public, interpretations can change or be flipped around entirely. This is true in the case of Rita Ora’s newest single “Girls”. Meant to express bisexuality in a positive and supportive light, many found the song offensive and stereotypical. However, in songs like BTS’s “Fake Love” or Arctic Monkey’s “Four Out of Five”, sometimes the intended meaning is flipped positively and the interpretation of the song is transformed into something must greater than it once was. It can express themes some may not even see, in the case of the interpretation of BTS’s “Fake Love”, which fans are saying hints at greek mythology and differing universes through symbolism and specific lyrical references. Sometimes it can even express a problem with society so great that it speaks of the future repercussions we as a society could face like in the song “Four Out of Five” by Arctic Monkey’s. Originally written as an advertisement of a hotel, it speaks of societal issues through specific references and scenery. Regardless of meaning of intended meaning, song’s are inevitably transformed by the audience and turned into something new.

The Different Side of Love

BTS have returned with their long anticipated comeback single “Fake Love”. Featured on their first full album since 2016, “Love Yourself:Tear”, this song was quick to draw a large audience and was viewed over 50 million times in a little more than 24 hours.

This song, a deliberately darker release than their last love-filled single “DNA”, focuses on the repercussions of love turned sour. Featuring lyrics like “I changed everything just for you/But I dunno me, Who are you?”, BTS highlight the way in which their pre-existing love has now become “fake”, or turned into something that is all pretense.

Their music video, which references several prominent themes within the universe of BTS’s past releases (more info found here), is prominently shrouded in darkness. Not only have all the members adopted an unusual choice (for them) of dark hair, they have also seemed to express their frustration and misery in outfits that seem to be more tattered and slightly chaotic. This darkness is also present in the scenery, as many of the scenes rely on shadows--both as a point of showcasing choreography as well as bringing the members in and out of focus.

This choice really emphasizes the tone of the song, one that features deliberately somber lyrics but a harsh and repeated back-beat. Their love is fake and falling apart, making them not only sad but angry at how it seems to be not through not their own fault but their partners’. This is driven home with their repeated chorus “Love it’s so mad, love it’s so mad/Try to erase myself and make me your doll/Love you so bad, love you so bad/Mold a pretty lie for you” as well as the continued imagery within the music video like Taehyung’s phone turning to dust or the hallway under Jungkook’s feet continually being dropped from underneath him.

Since arriving in United States for the Billboard Music Awards on May 20, BTS have given many interviews where they talk about their new album and subsequent single. In one interview for J14 when asked about this album and their single, the band’s leader RM said 

“Basically, love is a complex right? And, there’s sort of some sides that make us feel really bad or depressed. There could be tear, there could be sadness. So, this time we wanted to focus on some of the parts of love that we want to run away from. And so the name is tear and the main title single is going to be “Fake Love”. We want to say if you are untrue to yourself, love won’t last. And the love could be between a person and a person, it could be between me and myself.

The rest of the interview as well as some links to other interviews where BTS discuss the finer details and motivations for their song can be found here:

BTS with Zach Sang

BTS with Entertainment Tonight

Representation turned Rage

Earlier this week, Rita Ora released her single “Girls” with fellow female artists Charli XCX, Bebe Rexha, and Cardi B. Written with inspiration from Katy Perry’s late 2000′s hit “I Kissed a Girl”, the song seemed on track to be a hit. However, social media users and other singers seemed to find a problem with the way the song seemed to portray bisexuality. Openly LGBTQ+ artists Hayley Kiyoko and Kehlani both were quick to express the way they felt the song fell flat. 

With the song featuring a chorus that repeats, “Sometimes I just wanna kiss girls, girls, girls/Red wine, I just wanna kiss girls, girls, girls”, it is easy to see where the intentions of expressing positive representations of bisexuality failed. LGBTQ+ identities are already seen as fake or a deliberate choice by much of the world, so associating alcohol with the desire for a woman to kiss other woman can lead to further misunderstandings. 

Another lyric of the song states “Now I could be your lipstick, just for one night (one night).” While not blatantly harmful, this also implies a fleetingness to the relationship that the song is portraying. That while a relationship between women can exist, it is only something that ever happens as a passing interest and is never something long-term.

Considering bisexuality often finds discrimination from both gay and straight communities, it seems a controversy over a song like this was bound to occur. After all, while Katy Perry’s song still receives radio play nearly 10 years later, it too has been criticized for its portrayal of a female relationship. Katy Perry herself has said, if given the chance, she would rewrite her song and change some of the lyrical stereotypes she portrayed. 

After this controversy started making waves on social media, Ora was quick to put out a statement regarding her own thoughts on the song. 

A controversy like this is difficult to place. Although Ora’s intentions were likely positive, if her intention was to make the song representational of an entire community she did not seem to hit the mark. However, if this portrayal was just about her own experiences with bisexuality, it seems unfair for others to put down the way she chooses to express her own sexuality. It lies up to interpretation then. If the song succeeds as a personal statement and fails as a representative one.

A Society Outside of Society

Arctic Monkey’s have returned from a nearly 5 year hiatus with their newest album “Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino”. Known for their heavy rock tones, it came as a shock to many fans the way they have stemmed away from their previous work and adopted more synth tones with their single “Four Out of Five”. 

This single serves as an advertisement of sorts to the larger theme of their album, the Tranquility Hotel itself. Reminiscent of the Greek Lotus-eaters, the song seems to encourage the listener to come and stay in their hotel without much thought. This is further highlighted with the lyrics “Take it easy for a little while/Come and stay with us, it’s such an easy flight” repeated throughout the chorus. This hotel, as explained by Arctic Monkey’s, is said to be located on the moon within a society forced to flee Earth. 

While the song serves to persuade others to stay within it’s hotel in an alternative universe, the song addressed many issues that are prominent today. Speaking of the exodus that required the population to flee Earth as well as the gentrification that is then occurring within the new civilization in the lyrics “Since the exodus, it’s all getting gentrified/ The Information-Action Ratio (The Information-Action Ratio)/Is the place to go, four stars out of five.” Also mentioned in those lyrics is the concept of the “Information-Action Ratio” described in an interview with the lead singer Alex Turner as “a reference to the idea of how we have so much knowledge at our fingertips but don’t quite know what to do with it.”

It is clear here that while this song might be occurring in a world outside our own, the problems we once had did not just disappear. The exodus (or the fleeing of the Earth from most likely environmental failure) required the population to leave, something we as a society still do not have a solution for. Gentrification is also still an issue, as we continue to rebuild areas dominated by minority communities and force them to move by inflating prices. This displaces large populations of people and adds to our ever-growing population of homeless and low income individuals. 

It seems then that this song could be interpreted as a warning of sorts. Not only are our current problems regarding the environment and gentrification detrimental to ourselves, we are also possibly creating technology at a rate we cannot keep up with. The advertisement for the hotel is just surface level, what really speaks the loudest is what is overlooked within the lyrics.