#dont make those faces at your colleagues.

[hatsunemitskislobotomy]

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↳ ♡₊˚. ❝ ¡love and deepspace sorta kinda spicy! eluding headcanons lolz! ❞

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something about those boys and ripping pantyhose’s… sigh

sure it’s attractive, quite attractive actually but more often than not the boys seem to miss the mark as to why you’re wearing them (and why it’s not okay to suddenly come back not wearing them) until one day you overhear tara and some of your other female colleagues discussing a durable pair of pantyhose’s perfect for the summertime where the typical deepspace hunter pants tend to be a little bit on the heavier side.

however your interest was piqued either way— might as well do the girls a favor and test how really durable they are

xavier

you two are so in sync with once another, gentle touches and heightened breathing— your reactions from each other drove each other crazy, it was perfect

which is why he looked like a kicked puppy when he realizes that the pantyhose’s you were wearing were NOT coming off with the hook of his finger

“i… i dont understand…”

oh poor thing they never do

you explain to him that the other female deepspace hunters wanted to test out their durability— you just happened to know a good test for them

he understands, but he still doesn’t know why you’re wearing it with him

you sigh, the initial test was a success but now he was really trying to make you spell it out for him

you pull out the small dagger out of its sheath that rested on your thigh

he looks at you in confusion as you wrap his fingers around the hilt

“i’m sure you can figure out your way around this obstacle.”

and then it clicks and his face of confusion is no more

it’s safe to say, the same trick won’t work on him twice

rafayel

this man takes it as a personal attack— like you might as well have had called him a lemurian slur

“so you want me to die?”

you loved him, but this man was always doing the absolute most but he won’t admit it

if anything you’re getting ALL the blame, you got him all worked up and then you stroll up wearing the indestructible pantyhose’s from hell

he flickers a flame in between his fingers

talking about some “i wonder if they’re fireproof”

you was not about to let him find out— YOU WERE STILL WEARING THEM

“what? can’t handle a little fire?”

and he had the nerve to act like you did an attempt on his life meanwhile this man was scheming as he poked and prodded the thick mesh around your thighs

you two practically start wrestling until he has you pinned

“fine we’ll do things your way, but promise to let me burn them after they’re off.”

zayne

you had been a brat obnoxious all evening it was no wonder he was itching to put you in your place

as per usual it was attractive how he’d reach over your body to pin your arms against the bed as face to face with your torso looking absolutely starved

but right when he was about to tear into you (figuratively and literally), that pesky pair of mesh you always sported were NOT budging

he had to pause and take a minute to reflect

my man was ready to ravish you like how a predator would to their prey but he was being bested by fabric

you were trying so hard not to laugh because you can see the cogs turning in his head

“it seems that i’ve played into your hands.”

you chuckle, innocently claiming that you were getting a tad bit tired of all the pantyhose’s that he’d tear into, it was a lot of money wasted

he insures that it’s never a waste he keeps a collection of all the ones he’s torn

the entire situation is too funny to you, you really can’t help but giggle at him

he really can’t stay annoyed at you, he also did find it a lot funnier than it should’ve been

he still wanted to have his way with you

“it’s no matter, all this is to show that i’ll have to be the gentleman you deserve.”

sure your pantyhose’s were spared that night but you weren’t

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a/n: y’all this idea literally fell from the damn sky— well actually i just saw those instagram promo stories about those hella thick and durable pantyhose’s soooo thank instagram ig?

it’s nothing crazy— i can’t write smut without having a visceral reaction sooo uh… i salute the girlies on here who can bc PHEW 🫡🫡🫡

also i wrote this on the bus lolz, thank god for privacy screen protectors

okay love you all mwah mwah MWAHHHH

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[mariasont]

maria omfg just read be so stupid and the part where u said about listen to spencers heartbeat and i am crazy for this type of intimacy 😫 can u make something with pre relationship spencer feeling his heartbeat i dont know their hearts syncing. really anything with that intimacy!!!! im in love with your writing keep posting cz im eating all up 💝💓💞🩷 kisses

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It was so quiet even the sound of a pin dropping might be deafening. In fact, it was so quiet that it felt as though Spencer could've read your mind if he tried hard enough. If he could read you mind, he would unfortunately be privy to your annoying inner monologue screaming:

"How could I be so stupid? I've managed to trap us in a tiny, cramped closet that's barely 9 square feet. How on earth did this even happen?"

Or something along those lines.

You had been investigating a crime scene, and somehow, you both ended up crammed into this confined space—so close that you could feel his surprisingly soft, springy hair, which had grown to shoulder length, brushing against your forehead. The closeness was almost suffocating, and you could hear his breathing, which only heightened your awareness of your predicament.

You find yourself in an incredibly awkward position, pressed against his chest, with your arms pinned at your sides as if you're afraid to make a move. Any lower and you risk an EEO report, but any higher and you'll be holding on to his chest, which somehow felt even more intimate.

"Do you think they're close?" you whispered, not knowing why you felt the need to lower your voice.

It almost seemed rude to speak at a normal volume, as if it would be too intrusive. After all, you'd practically be yelling right in his ear.

"Well, we called them 8 minutes ago," Spencer said, his voice vibrating from his chest to yours. "If they took the normal route, they should be here in approximately 3 minutes and 45 seconds.  The average response time for our team in this area is about 12 minutes, but given the urgency, they might be a bit slower."

His hand moved to rest on your hip, and your body immediately went rigid. A jolt of electricity shot from your toes to your spine.

He sensed the tenseness in you because, well, of course he did. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," you breathed out, straining your eyes in the darkness to discern the details of his face. "Just a little claustrophobic."

That was only half true. It was more that you felt claustrophobic because you had no desire to be this close to the colleague you had been harboring an infatuation with for what felt like forever. He was intoxicating--everything about him. Especially now that you could feel his muscles flex beneath his shirt and breathe in the blend of old books and clean linen that seemed to define him.

Spencer nodded at your words, the movement of his head causing his entire body to shift. This brought him even closer, his arm instinctively wrapping around your back.

"Sorry, my arm was falling asleep," he justified, voice soft. You didn't argue, sparks detonating from the point of contact, your whole body aflame. "You know, sometimes applying gentle pressure can help reduce feelings of claustrophobia. It might seem counterintuitive, but it works."

"Well, I don't think we can get much closer than this," you chuckled nervously.

Spencer, without missing a beat, placed his hand gently around your neck and drew you into his chest. You didn't resist, didn't put up a fight. Your heart pounded, and with your ear now pressed against his body, you could heart his heart. The steady thumps were so clear, you could almost hear the blood coursing through its veins.

You softened into his touch, your hands moving slowly to wrap around his neck, unable to draw away from the continuous pulsing of his central organ. You were sick in the head, that was for sure, but the rest of your body didn't seem to care about your head's woes; it was all too keen to liquefy into his body.

You could likely die here—if the team never got here, and this is how you were to go—locked in a child's closet with the man of your dreams; you thought you might be okay with that.

But fate had different plans, which might have been a good thing; you might have been thinking a little rashly. You blamed it on the lack of oxygen flow. Spencer would tell you that the limited airflow in such small spaces means we're breathing in more carbon dioxide than usual, which can affect cognitive functions and make us feel dizzy and disoriented.

Dizzy and disoriented. Check and check. Now, whether that was due to the lack of airflow was a different story.

Without warning, Spencer's hand moved from your hip to your neck, settling between the nook where your jaw meets your throat. You froze in the spot, lips parted slightly as you watched his mouth move. Was he counting?

You realized he was when he let out a disappointed huff. His hand didn't move from your neck.

"Your heart rate is still pretty high," he observed. "Maybe we should try something else—"

"No, no, it's okay. I think it's working."

You didn't want to lose this closeness, and you weren't too eager for him to find out your heart rate was spiked by something other than the small space you were restricted to.

He hummed in response. You weren't sure if he believed you or not, but he dragged his hand back to your hip.

Thump, thump, thump.

You thought maybe you should tell him how you feel, that perhaps now was a better time than any—that the way your body froze around him was anything but friendly and that the feeling in your—

"Well, it looks like you two managed to stay calm."

Your head snapped up to see the team standing there, gaping at you like you were a couple of zoo animals. If they had given you 5 to 10 more minutes alone, you might have been.

You jumped away immediately, face burning as you raked a hand through your hair, glaring holes into Morgan's skull. On the other hand, Spencer looked slightly smug, a small smile tugging at his perfect lips.

"We were just... waiting," you protested, ignoring the look of disbelief from your unit chief.

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, whatever you say, hot stuff."

As you stepped out of the closet, your eyes lingered back to Spencer, your heart still racing. Your eyes met, and the world seemed to freeze for a moment. Maybe you'd tell him how you felt the next time.

"So, pretty boy, you think you'd be that snug with me if we were the ones trapped in there?"

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FIGHT FOR ME - oneshot

Avenger!Bucky x reader

MINORS DNI, dont copy or translate my work :)

Warnings; violence, sexual language

just a quick one as i’m in the middle of my exams. let me know what you think :)) requests are open!

You’d assimilated fairly well, working alongside the avengers. Being a PR agent meant you could do influential work, while remaining on the sidelines, just as you liked.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that you realised how dangerous positioning yourself next to the avengers would be. You became a target.

You very slyly missed an attack on your way home, a member of hydra waiting on your backseat with a knife and a plan to hold you hostage. It was only when Nat caught wind of the man on the tower cameras that she dragged him out and almost ate him alive.

The air had changed in your workplace since the threat. You felt paranoid, constantly looking over your shoulder. Steve was sending you pitying looks, his eyes raking your features for signs of fear. Nat hovered over you, making far-too-frequent visits to your office.

You didn’t like the extra attention. It was nice that they cared, really, but you didn’t know how much longer you could stand it. So when Bucky stalked to your office, advising you to take some self defense lessons, you saw a way you could get everybody off your back.

You and Bucky had a… strained relationship.

His natural distaste towards PR, and your overly positive attitude. He didn’t quite know what to make of you. Too many tense smiles, drawn eyebrows and whispered curses to count.

You couldn’t deny, you found the soldier sickeningly attractive. Broad shoulders, sculpted face, gruff voice. You swallowed those thoughts whenever he neared you. No. You didn’t need this messing with your head.

He was angsty, sarcastic, and only close to those he really trusted. Exactly your type.

He found you attractive too. Breath catching when you wore a slightly-too-short skirt, jaw clenching when he saw that you’d scheduled a meeting with him.

He felt bile rise in his throat when he heard about the attempted attack. His chest tightening with panic and anger. So, it was only natural for him to want to give you some self defense lessons, to be your sparring partner.

He knew he was crossing the line of professionality. He didn’t care. His top priority was making sure you could handle yourself in a fight long enough to stay alive.

So when the moment came, for you to tentatively step into the shared gym, you were nervous.

”H-hi James”, your voice quieter than you would have liked.

He nodded curtly in response, as you scoped out the room. Weights upon weights lined the wall, with a boxing ring in the middle. You let out a shaky sigh.

You followed him to the ring, eyes drinking in his tight Lycra shirt and gym shorts. You liked seeing him like this, casual. You couldn’t help the way your eyes fell to his defined back muscles.

He positioned himself opposite from you in the ring, his eyes trailing up your sport leggings and tight tee. You had your hair pulled into a ponytail. He licked his lips, keeping a large distance from you.

“What would you have done if Nat hadn’t of spotted that man?” Bucky asked you, his voice gruff.

”W-what?” Confusion gripping your features.

”Knife pressed to your throat. Locked in a car with your captor. What’s your next move?”

You started to feel panicked, not only at the mental image of the scenario, but at the way Bucky was intimidating you.

“Bucky, st-“

“You would’ve died”, his breathing ragged, his shoulders tense, “all because you didn’t lock your fucking car”.

You wanted to sputter out an apology, your colleague making you feel stupid for your mistake. He is correct though. It could’ve cost you your life.

Bucky sensed your animosity. He reached out and touched your shoulder, breaking you out of your spiralling thoughts.

“I want to make sure that nothing like that'll ever happen again, okay?” His voice gentle, his eyes soft.

You nodded in response, smiling tentatively towards him.

”Okay so, you need to understand that when someone wants to take you down, they will use whatever tactics they need to. You need to be ready for anything. Lift your arms and block your face.”

You followed his instructions obediently, hanging from his every word.

He circled you, before effortlessly grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know you weren’t alert properly. He had trapped your arm between your bodies as he pressed himself against your back.

“C’mon, you don’t want to make it easy for them”, his mouth near your ear, his stubble pricking your neck.

You could feel yourself becoming irritated with his condescending tone, and the way he so easily overpowered you.

You leaned forward slightly, before picking up your leg and driving your foot into his knee, kicking him back. You twisted around fast, smirking at the way his mouth fell open in shock.

He quickly recovered, sending an open hand towards your wrist in an attempt to grab you. You ripped your hand away as he stalked towards you. You stepped back, your movements fuelled by adrenaline. Unfortunately, Bucky had placed a foot behind yours, causing you to tumble backwards. You grabbed his shirt, arms flailing to prevent you from hitting the ground. He landed on top of you.

You tried to shove him off, believing you could roll him onto his back and pin him down, but he had your arms pinned above your head within an instant.

You were frustrated, desperately trying to free yourself from his grip.

He was enamoured. Staring at the way your baby hairs were clinging to your hairline, the bead of sweat running down your neck, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly, how your mouth hung open in concentration. Fuck. He could feel himself becoming hard at the vision of you.

It was fun for him, seeing you like this. Not in your office clothes, not stressed out with your workload.

He wanted you like this in his bed, messy hair and swollen lips.

In his distraction, you managed to wrap your leg around his neck, rolling him over. Within an instant, he had you ripped from his body. Disorientating you. Flipped over onto your stomach, your hands pinned behind your back.

He lifted your head by tugging on your ponytail.

“Don’t make it this easy for them, doll” His accent drawled with cockiness.

Why were you enjoying the way he was pushing you around, teased you? The way he could control you with a singular movement.

“You know…”, you managed to grunt out, “I could assume that you like to see me like this”. You smirked at that, feeling the way his grip loosened in shock.

“Yeah doll, whatever makes you feel better about your subpar self defense skills”, he recovered, changing the subject from your confrontation.

He hadn’t seen you like this before, teasing… unprofessional.

Fuck… you were only making him harder.

You bucked your hips gently, ever so slightly breezing across his cock. Yep, you thought, feeling the hardness. God, he was so big. You could hear Bucky take a sharp intake of breath.

He leaned back over your body, teeth grazing the side of your neck. He could barely restrain himself from tearing you apart.

Instead, he ripped himself away from you, exiting the ring and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder as his chest fell and rose dramatically.

Not like this, he thought. He might be a modern man but deep down, he was still from the 40s. You deserved better than this.

Fuck, you thought, had you read the signals wrong? No, no, no. A PR worker making a move onto an avenger. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Hastily, you collected your things, regretting your bold decision. As you opened your phone to book an Uber home, you read a text from an unknown number.

Same time tomorrow, doll. Bring a spare change of clothes, I want to take you out after.

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Dr. Dad

part 1

This picks up where we left off from part 1. I am still learning how to link post and such so cut me some slack please lol

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley / Reader

The reader is a 5th year resident that just had a baby with Simon who is an Attending. The reader does not want anyone to know that they are together until she makes fellow at the hospital.

He lets out a little smirk. His face turns serious for a moment. 

“My love know you don't have to come back to work so soon”

You sigh you knew that was coming. He’s been saying this since you told him that you were going back to work last week after you placed Bella into her bassinet. He was silent for a while just standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 

Looking at you. 

Assessing you. 

Trying to think of something to say to convince you not to do. 

 You had a relatively easy birth, having the birth of the baby at the hospital closest to your home and not the one you work at. It's not that you don't want anyone to know about you and Simon but , the relationship started when you were on his surgical rotation which is not allowed. You did let HR know about the relationship after you were off his rotation and the start date of your relationship officially is when you started your oncology rotation, which you really needed support for anyway.

When you fell pregnant you told Simon almost immediately. It was not an ideal time , you were a fifth year resident with little to no time on your hands , drowning in student loan debt, and you're barely making 60k a year. Simon on the other hand is an attending physician with over 6 years of experience in the field and 3 years working at the hospital. He was happy and together you let the medical director know about the relationship and pregnancy and those are the only people you told. 

When you started to show , there was a lot of rumors surrounding you.

It has to be one of the other residents , its the xrays tech baby , she always gets her patient pushed to the front 

You did nothing to dispel the talk, much to Simon’s disagreement.

“Let me say something”, he says one night after a 16 hour day. 

“You can say something , just don't say that your mine” you say 

You have an issue with being hyper independent, you realize that in fact a little to much. You love Simon but you let him know that you will be a working mom , you will be keeping your last name, and no one will know that you are dating Simon until you make Fellow , which is why you need to get back to work. 

Your mother was a godsend and also retired so when you called and let her know you were going back to work she didn’t try to convince you not to do it she just ask,“how can I help.”

 A knock on the door brings you back to the present. 

You sigh and proceed to unlatch the breast pump and hand them to Simon. He has a mini fridge and you dont trust these other residents to not fuck with your milk. 

Another this time harder and longer 

“One Second” you say brightly. While Simon glares at the door while towards it to unlock it. 

One of the 3rd year residents walks in and looks a little a pale. Lets you know that Graves is looking for you.

"Does he seem upset", You don't really care if he is but you would like to prepare how preppy you should act towards him. You firmly believe in killing people with kindness especially when it has to do with Graves who probably drinks Interns tears for breakfast , lunch and dinner.

"Is he bother you?", Simon ask. To anyone else it sounds like a normal question one of concern from a colleague. But you know he's worried he ask the question like it pains him from going to find Graves and tell him to lay off. No one likes Graves but he technically isn't doing anything wrong , he has the right to kick anyone out of his OR, to make interns scribe all his charts , and terrorize his residents until they rather to scut work then be in presence.

"Nothing that I can't handle" , you smile at him and then look to the resident that was sent to retrieve you.

"I'm right behind you", the resident turns and just about runs out the room.

You hand the milk to Simon and place a quick kiss on his lips, he makes an almost groaning sound and drags you back for another kiss , a deeper kiss with his hand tighting around your hips. You pull away with a little giggle, "I miss you too" you say , your eyes lowering that makes it known exactly what you miss.

You straighten your clothes back up , make sure that you don't look at tired as you seem and head out to another 4 hours of running around like you are fresh intern right from medical school and not a tired mom that just wants to sleep on the couch holding your baby.

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Prazdnik (part 1)

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Pairing: Nikto x reader Fluff. This guy can't let himself just start a happy life, but its all fluff. AN: I swear, I don't have a single idea, how this happened, but I woke up with the strongest itch to comfort Nikto today. Summary: you are trying to express your gratitude and comfort your colleague in a not-so-conventional way.

You figured out, that Nikto is not a big fan of communicating with others, when he was off duty. You asked him to teach you how to pick locks without extra noise. And so he did - he spent much time and effort between missions to make sure, you know your ways around different types of locks. But every time, you tried to thank him after yet another lesson - he stood up and left the room. As awkward as it looked from the outside, it never seemed to bother him.

He never joined your little group celebrations. Of course, others too sometimes passed them due to various reasons, but Nikto never came. At first, you thought, he just had a full life outside the work and had no time for his colleagues, but soon you noticed, he rarely left the base, even when he had such an opportunity.

On a rare occasion, he was ok with you siting beside him in the armory, as he took care of his gear. Although every time, you approached him, Nikto 'greeted' you with 'is it going to be a question about lock picking or some more of your nonsense?'. 'Nonsense' was you asking him little, not too intimate questions about his life and culture. You just wanted to find out, what makes this man smile, what, if anything at all, brings him peace and comforts him.

Nikto never overshared, but little by little he opened up. He seemed especially at ease, when he told you something about his childhood: little children games, they played with other kids from the neighborhood, his favorite radio-shows from back then, celebrations, they used to have. You couldn't be a hundred percent sure because of his mask - but you thought, his eyes seemed softer at these moments.

There was only one way to find out for sure, if those memories really made him as happy, as you thought. And it also provided you with a way to thank him for his help. So you sank into studying endless forums and videos, to make a surprise. After weeks of preparing (after all, you didn't have that much spare time between the missions, trainings and paper work) you gave a final look to your private room and sighed. It would either humiliate you till the end of times, or bring a smile on his face. So... worth a risk.

"I taught you for almost half a year... only for you to not be able to pick the simplest lock? And where could you possibly lose a key to your own room?" Nikto grumbles, following you down an empty corridor. He was clearly not happy with you interrupting his first calm evening after the mission, and it made you regret your idea in advance.

He opens your door with such ease, as if he was holding not a picklock, but your key. You await any reaction on what he sees inside your room, but Nikto turns away and starts walking back, not even peeking inside.

"Wait! I have to show you something! Its important!" You grab him by the sleeve in desperation and drag back.

Nikto freezes on your threshold, finally seeing, what is exactly going on in your room. He looks back at you in confusion.

"What's this all about? Is it some joke?" He carefully rounds up a large sheet of craft paper laid out on the floor. A sheet, that you painted for almost a week, occasionally looking at photographs of festive tables from Russia.

"Its a surprise. I know, celebrations are not your thing really and you dont celebrate Christmas. But I thought that maybe, just maybe, youll be willing to celebrate something from your childhood with me. This is... skatert`*" You feel awkward. It's a good thing, your room is lit up only with a few candles (one covered with a peeling grater, because he told him, thats how they used to make a fancy lamp out of practically nothing). This way he won't see blush on your face.

He descends on the floor, and moves away a few plates and tangerines, you placed on the paper to be able to properly read, what you've written in the middle of your improvised festive table. You are ready to die of shame then and there, but he reaches out an open palm to you.

"Give me a pen. There is a mistake. 'S novym godom*' goes with 'M' at the end." You can't believe your ears, but pull out a pen from the pocket.

Nikto takes it, but doesn't proceed to correct your writing - he still looks you in the eyes.

"Sadis`, nauchu tebya, kak pravil`no*." You don't understand a single word, put he pats the empty space beside him and you sit down.

"So, what's about all this with a New Year in October?" You almost see amused wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, as if Nikto is smiling. But his question still comes out in a cautious tone.

"Well... Consider this a rehearsal. I wanted to give you your favorite holiday, but I probably made the wrong salad, and the tablecloth is not the same as in your childhood, and instead of champagne we will have tea and instead of a TV... a box with a hole and painted buttons. So you can tell me what to fix, and I'll work on the 'Novyy God 2.0' till the end of December."

Nikto turns to you fully and tilts his head to the side. "You're saying, this is supposed to resemble an Olivier salad?"

"I know, it looks all wrong, but hear me out!" You move a plate with your interpretation of Russian festive food to him. "It tastes much better than it looks! Try!"

He hesitates for a minute, then another. Then he moves the candles further away, so his face remains in the darkness and unfastens the straps holding his mask in place. On one hand you don't mean to make him uncomfortable with your stare, but on the other you genuinely care for his initial reaction to what you've cooked, so you glance at him briefly. You can still see the outlines of scarred skin, but everything you care for is a tiny shadow of a smile, you notice on his lips.

"Kak ty... ok, this tastes much better than it looks." For the first time you hear some unmasked joy in his voice.

For some time, the room falls into a comfortable silence. The candlelight flickers, casting vague shadows on both of you. You rejoice simply at the opportunity to sit quietly next to him and enjoy the moment, while munching on what you've prepared - even if the table is not real, and there are still two and a half months before the holiday. Nikto traces the flowers, you painted on paper with his fingers.

"You even made a TV... What for?" His voice, much softer and quieter than usual, sounds somewhere above your ear. While eating, you moved a bit closer to him and Nikto didn't seem to protest.

"Oh, that's the best part! I remember you telling me, that you used to listen to New Year greetings from the president on radio and television. So today I will work as a president... I don’t know, president of our base."

"My fucking god, you serious?" Nikto almost choked on yet another spoon of salad.

You didn't give yourself time to develop any shame or cringe and proceeded to the big box with a square cut out hole. If you are disgracing yourself for this man to have some good memories of today - you are going all the way down.

"Ok, I have a little speech here. Please bear with the shittiest version of Russian, you've ever heard..."

When you begin to hesitatingly and slowly read the congratulations, Nikto presses his fist to his face and quietly shakes in silent laughter. As you end and proceed to back to your place - he can't hold back his chuckles. It’s so unusual to see this man relaxed, maybe even happy.

"Idi syuda, prezident ty moy*." He motions for you to come over and allows you to sit down and lean against his shoulder, adjusting you so, that his face stays out of your sight. You press yourself against his side, enjoying the unexpected but warm gesture. Who knows, if there ever will be one more time, when you can feel his soft human nature?

But soon his body tenses, his hand, almost covering your shoulders, retreats.

"We don't do this stuff in Russia." Nikto gestures up, and you don't get it right away, what does he mean. But then you see, what exactly he noticed, and curse under your breath. You absolutely forgot a branch of dry eucalyptus that you hung from the ceiling of your room so that it always smells nice.

"No-no-no, Nikto! It's not, what you think, I never meant to-"

"Good thing, of course, you didn't." He jerks away and reaches for his mask. And at this moment a strange, almost crazy idea appears in your head.

"Nikto? How do you do it in Russia?" He freezes with a mask in his hands, his eyes piercing you, as if he tries to read you mind.

"...how we do what?"

"How you... steal a kiss to find out if you have chances? We have this silly thing with a mistletoe. And how do you guys do that?"

He seems to stop breathing. You see his intense gray-blue eyes, studying you, as if this was the first time, he ever saw you. What you make out are his features right now as Nikto hides his face beneath the shadow of his mask.

"We ask. Sometimes, just go for it. There is one tradition, that can be potentially used for this purpose, but..."

"Show me!" Words leave your mouth sooner than you manage to fully understand, what you are asking for.

He hesitates, looking at you, then at the candles. Then he tears off a piece of paper laid out on the floor and divides it in half. Nikto hands one half to you.

“Here you need to write your deepest wish. Don't show it to anyone.” Your wish fits into one short word. He does the same with his piece of paper and surprisingly his wish also looks short.

“Now you need to burn the wish over your glass, so that the ashes fall into the champagne.”

You do as he tells, watching ashes falling into a cup of tea, while he lights up his piece with the nearest candle.

"Now you drink. And then you must kiss somebody, otherwise, the wish never comes true." His voice is barely audible, as if Nikto talks to himself. You drink your tea, not paying attention to the smoky burnt paper taste. When you move closer to him - he doesn't pull you away. But as your face leans closer to his, he sighs apologetically, covers your forehead with his hand and presses his lips against it.

It's not even a kiss, but the strangest caress, you've ever felt. Niktos breath smells of ash and a tangerine, he was eating previously. A celebration, with a drop of sorrow. A happiest moment, that is never allowed. A feast in the middle of a battleground. That's him - that is Nikto.

"Prazdnik moy...*" He whispers and stays like this for a few moments. But then he stands up and disappears behind the door of your room with a quite "I'm sorry."

At the bottom of his mug there is still a piece of unburned paper. Two barely readable letters: "o" and "u" are still there. And if you ever notice them - you will understand, that you two share a wish.

*skatert` (here and next Russian) - a table cloth

*S novym godom - Happy New Year

*Sadis`, nauchu tebya, kak pravil`no - come sit here, I’ll teach you how to do it right

*Idi syuda, prezident ty moy - come here, my president

*Prazdnik moy - my holiday (used as a pet name here. rare one, but possible)

[sunlightmurdock]

im the anon who mentioned older bf/firefighter bradley and i dont have any thots because honestly it all just turns my brain to mush BUT he's such a "good girl", "i got you", "i'll take care of you", "you got me" coded guy (in whichever context...) ugh i love him so bad 😭❣️

He’s the best because he’ll always be able to tell you why your car is making that funny noise, or why your shower head won’t stop dripping, or why your lights flicker even after the bulb has just been changed.

Plus, it’s always a pleasant sight to see him leaning over the hood of your car with his brows furrowed in concentration, or his biceps flexing as he conquers your shower head with a wrench. Even when he takes his shirt off to fix your shoddy lighting situation, just because he knows you like to watch.

You’ve joked with him before that he looks like an action figure when he’s in his uniform because he’s so handsome. If he was, his catchphrases would be ‘I’ll take care of it’, ‘Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got it’ or — your personal favourite — ‘I’ve got you’.

“Bradshaw, your girl’s here!”

He turns and looks at you over his shoulder, lips quirking up into a beyond handsome grin. He sets down the generic looking tool he’s working with and turns towards you as you stroll into the firehouse.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifts you swiftly off of your feet and kisses you, then sets you on your feet again.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” He asks, taking his time to look down at the cute outfit you turned up in. He knows damn well that you’re wearing it for his benefit. He adores undressing you.

“Can’t I just be here because I wanted to see you?” You ask, looking sweetly up at him. He smiles back knowingly. If you had just wanted to see him, he would be making the short walk over to your place on his lunch break. You wouldn’t be here in front of all of his colleagues, unless you’re suddenly much more adventurous than he had anticipated. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at you.

“Okay, fine. Could you come and help me hang the new blinds I got for my room?”

“You still haven’t put those up? — What did I tell you, that window is right in front of your bed.” Bradley frowns, fingers curling around your hips as he tugs you closer to him. He knows what this neighbourhood is like. He can’t stand the thought of you changing in front of that window.

“I tried, but it’s high up and you’re tall. Please?” You smile. His frown softens. He can never stay mad at you.

He leans down and kisses you softly. “I’ve got it. I’ll be there just after five.”

And he is, promptly. Arriving at your door still in his uniform, marching you through to your room and installing the blinds with ease. He makes you sit on your bed and watch him do it, in case you need to do this again when he isn’t around.

Not that he would ever let that happen.

“Alright — looks good.” He shrugs, prodding the blind with his finger and turning to face you. At some point during the installation, you’ve gotten changed. Well, undressed. Sitting on the edge of your bed, just like he had told you, now wearing just your bra and panties.

You watch his face change as he crosses towards you and grabs hold of your waist, grinning as he tosses you onto the centre of the bed and covers your body with his. Just like you had hoped, he’s kissing you passionately and tearing his shirt over his head within seconds of finishing the project.

But then, he pulls back and studies your face, frowning slightly. “Baby… you know that I don’t help you out because I expect sex, right?”

You grin up at him deviously, draping your arms around his muscled shoulders and nodding your head.

“I know,” You tell him, sitting up and pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. He closes his eyes as your mouth works soft, open-mouthed kisses up until your lips are grazing his ear. “But that’s why I ask you to help me out. Just so we’re clear.”

He pulls back swiftly, eyes wide in disbelief as you giggle up at him. You watch the surprise on his face become amusement as he squeezes at your waist.

[insertdisc5]

The tumblr q&a is over, but I was curious! I love all the different phrases the characters in isat/sasasa:p use--If it's something you can say, where did inspiration for "gems alive" and other phrases come from?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE I GET TO TALK ABOUT WORLDBUILDING AND SWEAR WORDS AND BRANDON SANDERSON

long post ahead

ok so when I was figuring out the world, I found this lecture on worldbuilding by Brandon Sanderson (go watch it, and also go read his books), and (im gonna paraphrase heavily here) one thing he mentioned is that, to make a memorable world, one thing you can do is pick a couple areas of culture, and go real deep with it. So like, pick fashion, and architecture, and interior design, and develop those a bunch, and bam! you convinced people you have a whole dang world, even though you only developed 3 areas of this world. hollow iceberg everyone thinks is a real iceberg.

he also mentioned the idea of like... getting weird with it? and develop based on a weird detail? for example, in his book The Stormlight Archives, one detail is that women have to hide their left hand at all times. ok, so what does that mean, whats taboo about a left hand? is the left hand shameful, or lewd somehow, the same way ankles were for us? what about fashion, what does women's fashion look like? and how do you live your every day life, knowing you can't show this hand, can you carry things the same way? etc

SO, for me, one of the Big Worldbuilding pillars i picked was, uh, swear words lol. or language and common expressions, more generally. i went on a whole journey where i was like... ok swear words in a LOT of languages (including french and english, both languages i speak fluently) are either sexual, or about gross bodily discharges. you know what words i mean!!!!!

and, well, i also didnt want the game to be full of those words, mostly because i think its a tightrope to use those words without seeming cringe, and also because i have a Core Memory of showing a comic to a colleague and she said "well i wouldve liked to show it to my kids, but you said fuck 12 times in there" and i didnt show my face to her for a week. family friendly family friendly family friendly

so what swear words should my characters use, that arent the same ones we use? and could those swear words actually tell us something about the world they live in? could i actually use those swear words... to show the characters come from different cultures???

and what COULD swear words be like, if theyre not about sex or body stuff? well irl they're usually about religions or belief. "oh god", "goddamnit", etc. as a sidenote, stuff like "oh my god" or "geez" arent used, because jesus christ is not canon to the ISAT universe. alright

i decided very early on i wouldnt have those in the game either, but i COULD have them be about the religions specific to this world. and for insults, i could have them be about stuff those beliefs would see as lesser.

anyway instead of talking about "gems alive" lets talk about "crab"

isabeau+mirabelle+bonnie use "crab" as a swear word because they follow a religion all around change, bettering yourself, evolving, and, the crab meme,

for those who dont get the joke, its about carcinisation, and about how a bunch of non-crab-like forms somehow evolved to a crab-like form. which would be horrible, for a religion all based around change!!! you mean we change and evolve, but theres a chance we might all become crabs??? CRAB!!!!!!!

anyway having "crab" kinda reads as 1. swear word 2. thats funny and weird (sets the tone) 3. tells you they know what crabs are (world not that different from ours, AND means they live close-ish to the coast, aka not land locked) and 4. crabs are somehow hated/feared, even if as the player you dont get why, it shows this country has its own culture (even if you dont get the crabs joke, which uuuh apparently doesnt work as well in countries that dont have this specific meme. WHATEVER!!!!)

(a few people came to me saying "heh, i get it, because crab and crap are very similar words" and um actually i did not think about that. crab is just a funny word on its own, and also i am a comedy genius without even trying)

anyway tldr: swear words as a worldbuilding tool. soon in theaters

[lestappenforever]

Unpopular opinion here but we should all just chill. It is not good to post that question but the level of panic and accusation is out of proportion imo.

AO3 has been around more than a decade (and probably be older than some of us). RPS is so huge that literally any celebrities have been shipped. It was hardly the first time AO3 was mentioned to a celebrity.

Honestly I dont think straight guys care about fandom. Even if someone tells them at their faces about AO3, they may find it weird and forget about it five minutes later. They are more interested in checking out hot chicks’ instagram or making dirty jokes with their mates, than searching fan fic featuring him with another guy.

And more importantly, those F1 admins are well aware of fandom and highly likely have tumblr/AO3 account (come on how many times they mentioned lestappen?) It is not new information to them that AO3 exists. If they have not mentioned fan fic to the drivers before, I dont see any reason they would mention it just because of that one comment.

Do I think fandom should keep among ourselves and not bring it in front of the real persons? Yes

Do i think we should all be in panic mode and police other people? Not really

Hi anon! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. ❤️

I personally don't agree that we "should all just chill" at all, and the reason for this is that I have personally - as have so many other people - seen this go wrong so many times in the past with different fandoms. If certain (loud) people in the fandom are unable or unwilling to respect the boundaries between real people and the fandom, then this can cause serious issues for the fandom in general, and the real people involved.

Not only that, not shoving these parts of fandom down the throats of the real people involved is simply just a matter of respect. These guys, straight or not, probably have no interest whatsoever in reading about or seeing things that involve them doing weird shit to their friends or colleagues. And therefore, nobody should try to make them get involved with these types of things. If they are interested in or curious about these things, they'll go looking for things themselves, without needing the involvement of fans.

Imagine you had someone try to force you to watch or read porn involving yourself and someone else you definitely have no romantic or sexual feelings for whatsoever. Or somebody trying to force you into engaging with a kink that you have serious issues with and makes you incredibly uncomfortable just to think about. Now, I'm a pretty easygoing person and would personally find it hilarious if somebody wrote explicit fanfictions about myself and one of my friends. But I'm also very much aware of the fact that that's just me. But then on the other hand, I also get seriously uncomfortable with certain tropes or kinks for different reasons, and if somebody pestered me about those things? I would fucking hate it.

We have no idea about these drivers' sexualities, what their boundaries are, or what they can or cannot stand, and therefore, we should all respect the boundaries between fandom and the real people involved, and do what we can to keep these things separate.

Although I definitely agree with you about not thinking the drivers caring about those parts of fandom now, if the people who are unable or unwilling to understand the importance of boundaries keep being insufferable and loud about it, which too many people are being on social media already, then there is a serious risk that not only are they going to start caring, but they're going to start feeling uncomfortable with it all and let it impact the way they're acting around other drivers. Despite the fact that I don't think we're anywhere near that point yet, if people don't stop doing what they're doing and stop trying to shove those parts of fandom into the real people's faces, then there is a serious risk that we will end up reaching that point. And it's not going to be fun for anyone.

It's happened before, several times, and it can definitely happen again. And it always starts with what we're seeing in the F1 fandom right now.

It's not about "policing other people" at all, it's about trying to get those people in the fandom to understand why what they're doing is a bad idea, and why it's disrespecting boundaries that should be respected at all times. The majority of these fans are likely quite young and new to fandom in general, and I do believe it's a good idea that they get told, in no uncertain terms, that what they're doing can potentially cause some serious issues and personally impact the people they're fans of in a negative way, and why they shouldn't be doing it. Honestly, it's the only way they're going to learn. Hell, it's the only way any of us learned.

We've all been new to fandom at some point, and doing and saying things without thinking about the potential future impact in the beginning is definitely not an uncommon thing.

So I think the response we've seen to these comments on RBR's recent Tiktok video is absolutely justified, because there are so many of us who have seen it go so very, very wrong in the past, and we don't want to see it go this wrong again.

[rockstvrdotcom]

✪ // SCARAMOUCHE NSFW HCS

tw/cw: begging, slutification, dom/sub, name calling, semi-public sex, bondage, scaramouche shocks u w his electro... (im going to hell), humiliation, gagging, a lil bit of childe watching you and scaramouche fuck

- unless he's really inlove with you, he only fucks you for his own pleasure. you're both colleagues; your supposed to be his secretary. but when he sees outlined curves when you wear those pencil skirts he loves, he can't help but bend you over his desk and take all his stress out on you.

- scaramouche is definitely a switch, not to his own will of course. but sometimes you'll 'overpower' him (only bc he lets u) and take control.

- although he still grunts and groans; he whimpers. if you're bold enough to push him past his limits and overstimulate him or deny him an orgasm— he's a mess. sobbing tears of pleasure and whimpering like a lost cat. next time you both fuck, he makes sure you won't be able to walk for the next week.

- calls you his bitch. and alot of other things.. like slut, whore, and cunt. nothing gives him more pleasure than seeing you feel humiliated.

- won't hesitate to continue fucking you even if he knows somebody is on the way to his office. still rams into you even when he knows theyre right outside his door. tells them to "get the fuck out and come back later." or asks them "would you like to watch?"— once, childe walked in and scaramouche told him to enjoy the show; and that he did. childe also found you quite attractive, and scaramouche didn't mind at all.

you cried out in pleasure as scaramouche's tip kissed the entrace of your cervix with each thrust. caught in a haze of delight, you almost didn't hear the approaching footsteps. you looked up at scaramouche in panic, tried to get up so you could fix yourself, but he gripped your thighs tightly— still fucking into you.

"let them watch, slut."

- if you're being too loud, he'll rip off your panties and shove them in your mouth; making you choke and gag on the dry fabric.

- puts a remote controlled vibrator inside of you every time you come to work; makes him so hard when your both sitting across eachother in a meeting and he turns the vibrations up— your face suddenly turning a deep shade of pink, your mouth struggling to stay closed.

- there are rare moments where he'll be actually having romantic sex with you, not just fucking you for a quickie. he isn't the romantic type, but after you've guys worked together for along time, he found himself fond of you. he'll be calling you baby, sweetheart, darling, etc.

- shocks you with his electro. yeah i said it guys. if he thinks your being bratty during sex— its his job to tame you. he'll harshly pinch your nipples or clit then send a wave of electricity throughout your body, it feels so good but hurts so bad at the same time. you love it.

- leaves bite marks on your neck and then drags you outside of the office so everyone can see.

- sometimes when you guys fuck, he'll leave the door slightly open and he forces you to be quiet, teasing you about getting caught.

- makes you suck his dick under the desk while talking to a fellow fatui member. you try your best to make him feel as good as possible and get a reaction out of him to humiliate him infront of his colleagues, but it never works.

- obsessed with cumming on your face and thighs. we dont know why, he just is.

- goes craycray when he sees childe hit on you. drags you into his office and fucks you on the floor.

- likes to spank you on the ass.. something about your cheeks being a pretty shade of light pink makes him go feral.

- if you guys are on missions together— such as your both staying in liyue for an assignment; he will fuck you anywhere (well almost anywhere). in the alleyways where nobody ever goes but theres still a chance of getting caught, in hotels, by the lakes, literally anywhere.

- makes you just sit on his cock while he fills out papers and stuff. you love cockwarming him and he knows it.

- obsessed with you riding his thigh. knowing that he can make you cum without putting a single finger on you is almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

hope you enjoyed this one! tips + feedback is appreciated!

[moonysimp]

my favorite person —felipe drugovich

pov: you're a journalist and you always interview him but one day you're not doing the interviews and he starts worrying about you.

a very chaotic feature race just ended and you were ready to talk to the drivers. you were the one in charge of interviewing the podium sitters. first you talked to frederik vesti who had gotten p3, then to jack doohan who had gotten p2, and eventually it was time for you to talk to your favorite person in the f2 paddock (not that anyone knew that, or at least you thought you weren't that evident in showing it)

felipe drugovich had a very big smile on his face, and little did you know he was as happy to see you as you were to see him. felipe wasn't fond of the cameras and the microphones, in fact he was a rather shy with most reporters, but your interviews were different. you were different. he loved talking to you, it was the only time he really enjoyed getting in front of the cameras.

you matched his big smile. "p1 yesterday and p1 today, barcelona really is the place for you, isn't it?", he laughed and your heart started jumping up and down.

"yeah it has been an incredible weekend. the team didn't make any mistakes and i gave it all out there and we got the best result we could've hoped for", he said. his gaze never left yours. you two talked a bit about the race but like always, it had to end and you both had to be somewhere else.

as quick as your interviews were, he had found himself looking for you at every race weekend. he liked your presence and the way you expressed yourself, always polite but never afraid to ask the real questions. f2 was always a very agitated scenario but those moments that he spotted you around the paddock and got to say hello to you or even just exchange looks was something that he really appreciated.

"congratulations for both wins", you said to him to end the interview. you were truly amazed by him, he was an incredible driver but what you liked the most about him was that he never lost his sweet personality, even after weekends like this when he was on top of everything and everyone.

"thank you very much, y/n", he winked at you and left. you didn't know what you liked more, the way he said your name or his winks. it had become a bit of a habit for felipe to wink at you after the interviews.

he was really unsure about asking you out, because he didn't know if you even saw him that way, and if you didn't then it would be very awkward.

.

the sixth round of the f2 calendar came and you were not in conditions to interview anyone. you had talked to your boss before friday and told him you had problems with your voice and by the time friday came, you barely had any voice left, so one of your colleagues took your place.

felipe won the feature race yet again, and he hadn't seen you around during the weekend but he was sure he would see you for the post race interview. he was wrong. the person in charge was not you but a guy he had talked to a couple of times.

before he could stop himself he said the first thing that came to his mind, "you're not the person i expected to see", he fidgeted with the collar of his race suit.

the guy laughed, "yes, y/n had a problem with her voice and couldn't be here today. but anyway, another great race for you." felipe quickly wrapped up after a couple of minutes. he kept thinking about you, and he wanted to know if you were okay but didn't know how.

after that he was in the trailer laying in his bed while clément was on his phone. he broke the silence, "clém you know y/n the journalist who always interviews us post race right", he said and turned to his teammate.

"oh i don't know, felipe, maybe i wouldn't remember her if you didn’t always talk about how cute she looks", he said sarcastically and didn't take his eyes off his phone.

"dont know if you noticed but she wasn't here today, and somebody told me she had a problem with her voice and-", he stopped because clém suddenly interrupted him.

"that's why you were so quiet! oh my man you're down bad", he looked at felipe, "you're worried about her"

blood rushed into his cheeks and his hand went to his hair and brushed it, "well yeah i am you fucker, but i don't know how to find out if she's okay or not"

"leading the championship but doesn't know how to talk to a girl. you have to be kidding me", clém chuckled. "dm her on instagram, champ", wiggling his eyebrows he reached out and grabbed felipe's phone, then handed it to him.

felipe wanted to punch himself for not thinking that before. you already followed each other. he searched your user and typed a short message.

heyy y/n it was weird not seeing you around. i heard you had problems with your voice :( is everything ok?

he read it like 10 times before sending it.

if you could have screamed when you got the notification of his message, you would have done it. you certainly weren't expecting him to even notice you hadn't been around. you wasted no time to answer him.

hi felipe :) that's so sweet, thank you for messaging me. to be honest it was weird not being on the paddock haha. im alright! just lost my voice because of the flu. but it's only a matter of time until i come back.

he couldn't help but to smile at his phone and clém started laughing, felipe punched him on the arm and replied to you.

glad to hear that! i hope to see you soon.

i hope to see you soon too! and also congrats on the win ;)

after that you spent the rest of the day sending messages to each other, which was something that both of you were really excited about.

.

two weeks passed until the seventh round of the calendar and you two hadn't stopped talking. you found it was really easy to talk to felipe, the conversation never felt forced, and you quite enjoyed his sense of humour.

felipe was over the moon. he loved talking to you and he now was seriously thinking about asking you out. he felt very comfortable talking to you.

you were talking to a man holding a camera when he spotted you. felipe went still for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked and much he had missed your presence, then shaked his head and went over to say hello to you.

the butterflies in your stomach went mad when you saw him approaching. you quickly said goodbye to karl, one of the cameramen who worked with you.

felipe gave you a kiss on the cheek, "hi, happy to see you again", you blushed a little and he found it adorable.

"happy to be back! how are you?" you asked.

"great, excited to be racing again. those two weeks felt like a lot more"

"yeah i get the feelin-", somebody from mp called felipe at that moment. he told them he would be right there in a second and turned to you. you didn't want to waste his time. "go, go, good luck today ", you said.

"thank you, y/n", he said, feeling mad about how little time he had talked to you after waiting two weeks to see you again. "see you later"

dennis won on sunday and all the boys were planning on going out to celebrate. felipe knew it was time to make his move. he texted you to know if you were still in the paddock and when you said yes, he asked you to come to the mp motorhome. he was waiting for you there.

"hey", you said when you saw him, he had changed out of his race suit and was wearing a purple shirt. that colour really suited him, you thought. "what's up?"

"hello, y/n", he greeted you. it was now or never, he thought. "the boys are planning to go out tonight, and i wanted to ask you, i mean- if you aren't too tired, if you wanted to come with me to the party", he said. you could tell he was nervous and you felt the sudden urge to kiss him right there. but you knew better than that.

you pursued your lips and nodded, "alright yeah i'd love to go with you", you said. and you both kinda stayed there smiling at each other for a bit until he snapped back to reality. you said yes. you were going out with him.

"great!", his hand went to the back of his neck, "i'll pick you up at 11"

"perfect", you said feeling like you were floating, "see you tonight, then"

.

the night went more than amazing. the club was packed when you arrived, so felipe took the opportunity and grabbed your hand and led you to the table where the boys were drinking. dennis, liam, marcus, jehan, and a guy who introduced himself as james were all sitting at the table. they obviously noticed you and felipe where holding hands but thankfully they didn't say a word about it, you were glad of that because well.. at the end of day you worked with all of them every race weekend and the last thing you wanted was them acting weird around you. 

after saying hello to all of them, felipe asked you if you wanted to get a drink and you nodded, then both of you headed to the bar. there you found a tipsy clément novalak.

"y/n!", he said the moment he saw you, he gave you a quick hug and shaked hands with felipe, "great to see you around, looking cute as always wouldn't you agree, felipe?"

you smiled and turned to see felipe. the expression on his face was a work of art as he said, "yeah you know i agree, mate marcus was looking for you"

"yeah i'll go straight to our table now, have a lovely night you two", he hugged you again and the hugged felipe and just like that he was gone.

a laugh escaped your lips. "i never heard marcus saying anything about clément".

"oh i didn't either", he smirked at you and ordered some beers for the two of you.

you laughed and you talked and you danced together. felipe didn't strike you as the type of guy that liked to dance, and you were surprised when he asked you dance with him, in reality he was great and you loved every minute of it.

you still couldn't comprehend how you were out in a club with felipe drugovich. the same felipe who winked at you after interviews, the felipe who drove fast cars for a living, the felipe that you had been admiring from afar for quite some time now. your hands around his neck, his hands on your waist, you couldn't stop smiling at him. you were mesmerized by him, by his brown eyes and his soft hair and his pink lips.

your gaze dropped to those pink lips you craved to taste, and he didn't let that go unnoticed. he cut the space that separated you and kissed you as the loud music resonated through the club. he kissed you gently, your hands went to his hair and his grip on your waist tightened. he had waited for this moment, he dreamed of kissing you every time he had to look at your lips while you were holding a microphone.

his tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, and the world, the music, everything seemed to stop for a moment. one of his hands went to your cheek and the kiss deepened, he tasted sweet, and you were drowning in him. kissing him felt right. it felt like it was meant to be.

that wasn't the last time you kissed throughout the night and by the time he drove back to the hotel your lips were redder than usual. he walked with you to your room and when you opened the door you turned back to say goodbye to him. as a journalist it was rare to struggle to find the right words to say, but you were feeling so many things you didn't even know what to say. thankfully he broke the silence.

"thank you for coming with me tonight", he said.

"i had a great time", you said, "would love to do it again"

"yeah i'd love that too", he said. he really didn't want to wait a whole ass week just to see you again. "we can have dinner tomorrow if you want", he blurted.

your smile grew bigger, "perfect", you said. "it's a date then"

he hoped there were many more dates to come because he really was crazy about you. he leaned closer and gave you a peck on the lips, "see you tomorrow", he said with a shy smile.

god you were really gonna fall hard for this brazilian boy.

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months had passed, and lot had happened. felipe was crowned champion, you two had made your relationship official and many dates had been planned.

it was a cold december night and you two went karting, you were sure you had won fair and square, felipe knew he had let you win.

you laughed as you took your helmet off, you held an imaginary microphone on your hand and went over to where he was taking his helmet off. "talk us through that last lap", you joked as if you were interviewing him, "how does it feel mr formula 2 champion, to be beaten by your girlfriend?"

he shaked his head, his smile growing bigger. he felt it more than ever. there, you with your hair messy from the helmet, pointing towards him what was most likely an imaginary microphone, with a giddy smile and your dimples shining under the lights of the karting track. he opened his mouth and said it for the first time. "i love you"

your heart stopped, you lowered your hand and you watched him very still. his curls moving for the night breeze, his beautiful smile, and you saw it in his eyes. love. you let the words sink in, and you didn’t hesitate to speak the words you felt too. "and i love you", you smiled. you were in love with the sweet boy in front of you, and he was in love with you.

felipe cupped your cheeks with both of his hands and softly kissed you. and right there, under the glowing lights of the track, you knew there were many more 'i love you' to come, and many more first times to go through together.

[ask-sister-solaris]

Can you write us some Egon as a grandpa happy stuff please 🥺

Of course I can

Yeah don’t mind the GIF

“The monsters gone and your Grandpas here”

Egon being a grandpa to reader because if I’m honest I dont really know Phoebe that well character wise and I’m not in the mood for angst.

You were only six when you first visited your grandfathers house. Looking up at the somewhat tall building clutching your little backpack in one hand your teddy under the same arm, you hesitated before stepping up to the door and knocked. Egon pushed his glasses up and opened the door grinning at the sight of his grandchild. He knelt down and opened his arms for a hug which you rushed into. You loved your grandpa so much, he was always showing you new inventions when he visited yours or stayed the night. You’d never been allowed to stay at his overnight before because your mother was hesitant. He’d not been there for her when she was younger, but Egon had a reason. Ghost busting wasn’t easy, and it was dangerous to. Even during the five year gap anything could have clung to him, he couldn’t risk harming his daughter.

He led you into the house and closed the door behind him. He took you upstairs to where you’d be staying the night, though unbeknownst to little you, you’d be staying with him for much much longer. He sat you on the bed, the wardrobe was packed with clothes he’d bought you, shoes anything clothes wise you’d need for now. “Now how about you get use to your new room while grandpa makes some dinner hm? I left a few inventions in here for you to look at” he smiled and stood leaving to the kitchen. You looked around and found the inventions he was talking about. One looked like a mini proton pack that he’d shown you a picture of. He told you all about when he was a ghostbuster, about the 100ft Stay Puft Man, about a possessed painting, mood slime that could be charged negatively or positively. It all seemed like a fairytale but his notes and colleagues had confirmed it was indeed true.

After dinner he told you more stories, the one about the first time they caught a ghost and Venkman got slimed, one about how Sal (Rays daughter), Ray, Winston and himself had been covered head to toe in ectoplasmic slime because they’d fallen into a whole river of it. You felt your eyes grow heavy as you slowly fell asleep on his lap. He carried you to bed and laid you down, kissing your forehead gently with a smile. You were so much like Callie…yet…so much like him. He sighed as he headed to bed and sat down rubbing his eyes. He took his glasses off and laid down falling asleep. It seemed like he was only asleep for a few hours before a scream filled the house. He sat up and grabbed his glasses running to your room.

You’d been woken up by a night terror and were currently sobbing and curled up in a ball. Egon pushed the door open and went over sitting on the bed “hey little dove what’s wrong? Was it one of the night terrors your mother told me about?” You hiccuped and looked up practically throwing yourself at him, into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead, his rough but sturdy hand making small circles on your back. You whimpered and the crying died down to sniffling and hiccups. Egon held you close and kissed your forehead again rocking back and forth “the monsters gone and your grandpas here” Egon laid down on your bed next to you and played with your hair gently. He wanted to make sure that those nightmares would never bother you again. A smile spread across his face feeling your breathing return to a clam even pace, looking down you were fast on in his arms. “I love you..so much. You’re going to be a special girl when you grow up.

[meianslo]

Diaries of Her Life

George Karim x Fem!reader

summary: george helps the reader around the house after a bunch of injuries and wounds on the legs caused from a case. while the reader is going through some struggle that is making her vurnerable, george's curiosity take over him and made him invade some privacy and take a little peek into his 'beloved's' colleague diary.

theres a bit of locklyle as well!

word count: 2.7k

disclaimer: last time i wrote anything this long is probably 2 years ago so pls uhh dont expect too much.

<3

George had try to warn the team of traps lying around after his research on the case but he warned (name) much more than the others because he knows of her clumsiness.

But that didn't work. For (name), at least.

The others have almost fall for the traps but (name). She has fall for almost every single trap that's in front of her. They sometimes wonder why they hired her at Lockwood & Co.

This is what happens if you go on a case in the house of a hunter. Fortunately, all of the traps are not the ones that kill you but just the ones that scares intruders away and injure you not severely.

They're finally done with the mission. They are all sitting at the front porch of the hunter's house. Taking a few breaths. Well, except for George. He's pacing back and forth, his pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin, eyebrows furrowed. Anthony, Lucy, and (name) just stares at him as he paces.

"What's wrong, George?" Anthony finally asked, "Something is off." George finally stops in his track, facing the three that is now Infront of him. Rolling her eyes at his answer, (name) rests her elbow on her thigh that is painfully sore then bending a bit lower and places her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Clearly," Lucy stated with a sarcastic smile. "No! I mean, I'm pretty sure the forensics would have the traps removed after the guy died, right? Also, didn't you guys see the ghost earlier? He looked much younger than my research says. It said that the owner of the house is like what, 50 years old? How did I not notice this?" As George starts asking questions to them instead of answering Lockwood's question, (name) scoffs, leaning back and fold her arms under her chest.

"Well, old guy or not, this guy surely wants me to stop walking, Karim." (name) grumble and George's face soured.

"I'm sorry you were too busy being clumsy to notice that something is clearly wrong here." He bite back.

"But anyways, first of all, the ghost that we fought was not the old man the neighbors thought was. Second of all, someone surely didn't want us to be in there. I know that it's a bit stupid but I'm not stupid! He lives alone, literally no relatives, no friends. Even if he does have friends, it's probably that bear rug or the hanging tiger by his probably a century old fireplace!" He throws his arms in the air as if he was pushing the thoughts aside. He turned around, his back now facing the three.

"So who could be placing those traps? Who is trying to get us out of here?" George places his hand on his waists and turned around again, facing them for the second time.

All four of them looked at each other, waiting for a guess. But everyone was silence, no clue of who could be behind this. Well, that was until they heard someone clearing their throat and it was none of them but someone who is walking behind George. It was Quill Kipps. "That would be me, Karim. I hope you didn't mind," Kipps smiles mockingly innocent. All of them turned to him.

Lockwood's demeanor changed. He stand up, straightening his back up. "Kipps."

"This case was my team's until you and your so-called team took it. Luckily for us, we were able to secure the source of the old man's." Claimed Kipps, "After your arrival here has made my team realize that there was another visitor."

"Then why would you lay traps around?" George sneered at him, folding his arms. "Some precious treasure, I presume." He added.

"Can't say, Karim. Confidential." Kipps said sternly, "So I suggest you all to leave before my team comes, I'm feeling kind today." He glances at (name) who has bruises all around their legs.

So they did. They couldn't risk (name) getting more injury and since the walk from the house of the hunter to the street are a bit far, Lockwood has offered to give (name) a piggyback. She accepted even though she'd rather walk but knowing the pain in her legs wouldn't even be able to endure more than four steps.

"Gee, It's freezing out here." She complained as she climbed on Lockwood's back. Hearing that, Lockwood glanced at George and nod his head towards her, signaling him to give the girl his puffer.

"What? No!" George exaggerated.

"Oh come on, just for tonight." Lockwood nagged.

George sighed as he rolls his eyes and took off his puffer and gave it to her, "You better give it back the second we reach our front door, (name)." He's now left with only his flannel and orange shirt.

<3

(name) didn't realize that her ear was damaged as well until they reached the pavement of the street. The sound of steps on the concrete and wind that passes by is ringing in her ear. It was probably caused by the flares that almost caught her earlier. The gush of the wind from behind them brought the scent of George's puffer to her nose. It smelled like old parchment and biscuits. It smelled like 35 portland row.

They called a cab because surely, Lockwood wouldn't want to piggyback (name) all the way home. George sat by the left-side window, Lucy in the middle, and you by the window as well. Lockwood took the front seat. Lucy and George are having a small conversation about the case and Kipps while (name) is just taking in the scent that is wrapping her. The scent that smelled like her home. And with home in mind, she fell asleep.

They finally arrived at their house. This time they didn't have to piggyback (name) but she just hanged by Lockwood and Lucy.

George walks in front so he can open the door for them. Lockwood had to let go of the girl as they walk in so all of them can go through. By the time they reached the living room, (name) let herself fall into the couch along with Lucy. And Lucy chuckled at this.

All of them let out a big sigh, finally able to rest. Lucy let go of her and goes into the bathroom while (name) took off the puffer and placed it by the arm of the couch and Lockwood and George goes into the kitchen.

(name)'s eyes are drooping. Feeling sleepy, she let herself drift off. The last thing she saw was Lucy walking towards her with something that she thinks is bandages, alcohol, and a few more stuff from the first aid kit.

<3

(name) woke up with a blanket wrapping her body, her legs still sore and now covered in bandages and band aids. She's still on the couch from last night. She sit up and tries to stand up but fails miserably and sits back down. She glances around the room for a minute trying to wake up for a second time. She rub her eyes with the back of her right hand.

As she look to her left, there's pancakes and still hot-and-steaming tea on top of the end table. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs made her peeked from the living to the hall. "Good morning, (name). How's your leg?" It's Lucy with a small smile on her face as she walks into the living room.

"Uhm, a bit sore but I think I'll manage." she pursed her lips. "By the way thanks for.." she pointed toward her legs that are covered in bandages.

"Oh no worries, George did most of the work. I just dab on some alcohol to make sure you didn't get an infection," Lucy sits down on the arm chair by the couch and took a biscuit from the coffee table in front of them. (name) had confused look on her face. George? Out of everyone, George was the last person she thought would help her. Guess she thought wrong. "He's the one who wraps the bandages and places the band aids. I guess he's always done that for Lockwood as well, you know? Before either of us came, I mean." The brown haired girl shrugged at the thought.

(name) thought he'd be to prestigious to even help a bit.

Her stomach suddenly grumbles. And It was loud enough for Lucy to hear. She chuckled and pats (name) lightly on the shoulder. "Eat up, George made them for you." She stood up and went into the library.

George. Again? She quickly look around the floor, looking for her bag. When she did, she reach in and shuffle around. Finally, she found a pencil and a small thick book. It's her diary. Where she writes little poem, tells about her day, or just spills her feelings. She starts writing in the book, biting her lips, eyebrows furrowed.

She was so focused writing that she didn't notice George standing in front of her until he spoke up, "Eat your food, It'll get cold." She quickly close the book. "What's that?" George asked, head tilting in curiousity.

"Nothing." She responded and stuffed her face with the warm pancake to avoid answering anymore questions.

"Uhm, okay.." George looks at her suspiciously then turned around and walk into the library and greeted Lucy who is in there as well.

(name) sighed out of relief. She puts the utensils that she pick up out of panic down and puts her little book down on the end table.

This time, the front door opened and Lockwood appeared. "Morning, (name)! Feeling better?" She just nodded with a thin smile. "Uhm, ya know where Lucy is?" He suddenly whispered. (name) raises an eyebrow at his hushed tone.

"In the library…" She whispered back, "Why are we whispering again?"

"You'll see, (name). You'll see.." He smirked and gave her a small fist bump on her shoulder before he walks towards the library.

(name) just watched him walk away in confusion. Then, she looked down on her bag again and take her diary and write something again. She didn't write much because she suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom. Fortunately, George just got kicked out of the library by Lockwood and (name) has the chance to ask for help. Even if it's from George. "George! Uhm, can you help me?" The boy close door to the library before he walks towards her. "What is it?" George popped out from the hall.

Chuckling, (name) put her book into the pockets of her pants that barely fits the book. "Bathroom." She smiled awkwardly, her eyes begging for help. The boy scoffed and pick her left arm up. Her arm hung by his neck while George's right hand holds her waist to keep her balanced and his left holds her arm from falling. The girl just limped with the boy.

They finally reached the bathroom upstairs. It felt like they went through a battle when going up the stairs. George let go of her arm and now both of his hand are on her waist trying to guide (name) to the toilet. When she was in front of the toilet, George left and waited in front of the bathroom to assist her after whatever business she's doing in there.

Glancing around, George saw something on the floor. It was (name)'s little book that he saw earlier. It must've fallen when they were going in and she probably didn't hear anything fall because it landed just on the rug that is infront of the bathroom so it didn't make a sound for any one of them to notice.

And remembering how secretive you were about the book just this morning made George curious and so he lets curiosity takes over and picks up the book.

He opened a random page, it was just (name) telling about her day. Nothing much.

He then, skipped a few pages. Lucy was mentioned, just describing her personality. This was probably the day Lucy joined, just right after (name).

He skip a few more pages and catch a glimpse of his name. Under his name, theres something that seems like poems. Lots of poems. It's romantic poems.

He stared at one part a bit too long than he thought he would.

My chest tightened as he walks by

My chest twists itself over a thousand time when he looks at me

He can feel heat rising up to his cheeks. He was about to turn to another page when (name) shouted. "George, help me. I'm done!" He quickly close the book and stuff it in the pockets of his flannel. He opened the door. The girl's hands holds onto the counter, supporting herself from falling. He pursed his lips and help her wash her hand.

After she's done washing her hand, George clears his throat and asks "Do you want to go to your room? Or go back downstairs?"

"I think I'll just go downstairs, I haven't eat all of my pancakes anyway." She smiled, quite happy that George is helping her.

<3

Getting down the stairs is easier than getting up the stairs. They barely struggle. They finally reach the living room. George sat (name) down on the couch. She thanked him and start eating her pancakes again but George didn't go away and (name) only notice this when she had to stop stuffing food down her throat before it exploded.

"What?" She managed to make out with all the food in her mouth.

George was having a battle in his head on whether or not to give her book back until she talked. Or almost talked. He takes out the book out of his pocket and gives it to the girl with the full mouth. "Ahem, you dropped this earlier."

If it wasn't for the food in her mouth, her jaw would fall to the core of the earth. Dropping the fork and spoon, her eyes widen. She takes the book slowly, eyeing George. She finally swallow the pancake

"You didn't read it, right?" She stares at him sternly. The curly haired boy smacked his lips and opened his mouth to answer but Lockwood and Lucy came into the room, interrupting him.

"What's up, guys?" Lockwood asked nervously. "Hello, dear friend!" Lucy exclaimed.

(name) turn her head towards the other two and looked a bit lower to see that Lucy and Lockwood's fingers intertwines. (name) scoffs at the sight, holding back a laugh. Seeing (name)'s expression, Lucy and Lockwood look down to their hands which made George to look at it as well. The boy fixes his glasses with wide eyes. The two suddenly let go of each other's hand. Lucy folding her arms under her chest, tucking her hands between her arms and chest while Lockwood tucks his hand into the pocket of his pants.

"Ha! What's up with you two?" (name) teases "Nothing, nothing!" Lucy stated. (name) looks at Lockwood and raises her eyebrow at him like she did last time as if asking him this is the reason he was whispering this morning. Lockwood understand what she meant and nods and smirks at her.

"We uh.. We gotta go!" Lucy stammers and pulls Lockwood by the arm, leading him to the front door.

The two got out of the house. Leaving the two speechless but not that much because both (name) and George already kind of called it. They've always tease the two about the other.

Realizing the peace of the house is back, (name) looks back at George and lean back into the couch and ask him again if he read the book.

The boy sits down beside her, then nods. "Sorry, (name). I didn't mean to look at it. Well, I did but you know-"

"What did you read?" She interrupts.

"I saw the one about me." George admits.

This time, (name)'s jaw is able to fall to the core of the earth but she resists and try to stay calm. "And...?"

George gulped "And what?"

"Come on, Karim. You're smart I'm pretty sure you know what I mean in that book and if you do, what are your thoughts towards it? Towards me. Honestly." (name) looks at him with eyes full of hope.

"Well, I like you too, (name) but I thought you hated me-"

"Oh shut up, Karim." She leans towards and closes the gap between the two. Their lips embracing one another but then she pulled away for a few seconds.

She looks into his eyes while his are studying her face like she's a treasure.

Then they pulled each other to another kiss, much more passionate than before.

[wolf-knights]

When Everything Changed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: Well this is the Spencer fic, this is quite short as I wrote this on my way to the doctors office (scary trip) and I hope you all enjoy it :)

mentions: strong language(?), gay pining (?), slight hinting at soulmate au. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

You woke up today feeling weird but you pushed those feelings away wanting to enjoy your last couple of days before going back to work, you had taken a break from working for the BAU and had spent time working in your books, you had taken a break because of some unfortunate events in your life but you push those thoughts away and get out of bed to get ready for your day.

You get in your car and head to your local coffee shop to have some breakfast as you looked at your phone for the books you wanted to get at the library, after having breakfast you head to the library with a soft smile on your face, it had been a while since you were there. Saying hi to the librarian before heading to the section of books you wanted, you grabbed the two books you needed but the third one wasto high fo you to reach making you sigh and curse your genes. You put the books in your hand down before moving the stool that was at the end of the section and pulls it to where you wanted it and move to grab the book only for someone else's hand to touch yours.

You looks at the person and you feel a little sting on your forearm but you don't put much mind to it, you smile as both of you pull your hands away "The Persian Boy, do you have interest in such books" you ask trying to diffuse the tension as the both of you stared at each other. "I usually don't go for books like these but a colleague of mine recommended it, what about you?" you look at him "I'm quite a fan of such books, I recently finished a similar book to it" he hands you the book "here you can read it first" you bite your lip "um I was thinking of buying it" he realizes what you meant but you continue "I don't usually lend people books but, I can buy it and then I can lend it to you to read" he smiles and nods "that would be nice um-if you want y-you can give me your phone number and I can message you when I get done with it" he says as he hands his phone to you, dialing in your number you hand him the phone "y/n, that's a nice name" he says before letting you know his name "Spencer"...

[timeskip]

The day was finally here, the day you go back to work, were you nervous? Definitely. You had called hotch to let him know that you were ready to be back, it was a surprise to him. He agreed to let you come back and here you were parking your car, you get out of the car and head in going directly to hotch's office as you feel eyes on you. You knock on his door and here the come in "y/n how are you?" he gets up and shakes your hand "I'm good, um how have you been?" you ask to which is reply was the usual 'I'm good'.

Leading you to the round table room where everyone was, at once you caught the eye of someone-Spencer, you both hold eye contact for what felt like a hot minute "you both know each other" you hear derek say as he let's a small smirk slip "w-we met at the library" Spencer says to which Derek and Emily (who had previously introduced herself) let out a sound of acknowledgement "oh he is the library boy huh" Spencer's turns red before hotch stops the other two.

After the introduction as you set up your desk that was infront of derek, Spencer walks up to you with a book in his hand "um y-y/n I just wanted to apologize for earlier and also wanted to give you this" he hands you the book "it's okay and, thank you. ah I hope you liked the book" "I did it was quite interesting not the genre I usually go for but now I will" you flip through the book to see he had written on some pages which brings a small smile on your face "I'm sorry-" you cut him off "it's okay I think I would quite enjoy reading your views on somethings" he smiles at you before nodding "um i-i don't know if you would be willing to or not but I was thinking we could go for some coffee later on the weekend if you would like to that is" "we definitely can"

{your pov}

I was in my room reading the book he had given back to me, smiling like a teenager every time i saw his messy but heart-warming handwritten notes. The day was spent with Spencer showing me around the new places that were installed after I had left, I felt at peace with him being near me, I didn't know why I smiled every time he would be close to me, or why my eyes searched for his every time I entered a room. Could it be...no no I can't go through such pain not again, I shake my head as I put the book aside and lay down trying to keep my mind off a certain someone...

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Tagging:

@it-is-your-boi-void

I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️

[psychedelic-ink]

Envy None

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader

genre: smut, hurt/comfort, minors dni

word count: 1.7k

summary: you're upset and Javier isn't letting you leave the office until you tell him what's wrong.

warnings: reader struggling with self worth/image & loneliness, a dash of self hate (reader), office sexromance, piv, praise kink, a bit of cum eating at the end but very mild

a/n: once again i'm begging javier to fuck the sadness out of me

“You just dont understand, Javi— And you can’t fucking understand,” 

“Understand what?” 

“Just leave me alone, please. I promise I’ll be okay tomorrow—Just…Just let me be for now,” 

He doesn't move away, his gaze cold and his stance on the matter unwavering. His look unsettles you. The way he moves his jaw unsettles you. Javier makes you feel so tiny and weak and just downright pathetic compared to him. You’re not even angry at him, he’s just too stubborn to let you go. You’re just going through one of those days. You look in the mirror and see nothing but a worthless pile of bones and meat staring back at you. Someone who has no spark, someone who isn't interesting or fun– the eternal friend, the person to be called upon when something is needed. 

And Javier, being the beautiful man that he is, just aggravates you on days like these. He can make anyone swoon as long as he sets his mind to it. He smiles, unleashes a compliment and it's done. He could make the word kneel with just his smile. To sit across from that and try to work made you despair. Now, he refuses to let you go, trapping you in the empty office with his broad frame filling the gap of the door.

“Please, just tell me what I did wrong. I hate seeing you like this,” 

Your gaze threatens to soften. The crease between his brows is deep, worry crosses his face again and again, it comes and goes like waves. One moment his face hardens as if this is just a disagreement between colleagues, and the next moment he looks as if he’s going to start begging. 

You blink and swallow down your admiration. 

“Well, sorry to break it to you but most days I am like this, I just hide it better.” 

“That gives me all the more reason to not let you go,” 

His demand for the truth makes anger boil underneath your skin. You hate that he acts so attentive now, especially after months of you trying to bury your emotions. Never once have you thought about telling him—Someone like him would never go for someone like you. To be honest deep down you feel that he already knows but ignores it. 

Your nostrils flare. You want him to feel your pain. It’s a nasty, vile thought. He stares at you patiently, arms crossed against his chest, and lips a thin line. The lights of the hall flicker. 

“You want to know the truth?” you say, voice low and laced with venom. “I fucking hate myself Javi. I hate how I look, I hate how I am. I hate that no one cares for me and I hate myself even more for convincing myself that it’s okay that no one gives a shit. You’ll never understand what it is like to be locked in my head, drowning in my own emotions.” your throat tightens, tears burning through the edges of your vision. The venom becomes self pity, a silent beg for him to let you go. “Please just move.” you choke out, voice thickening. 

Javier does indeed move, but not in a way that you expect. 

He closes the distance, his warm hands cradling your cheeks, you feel the pads of his thumbs smearing the tears across your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking. “I—I didn’t know. I should’ve asked sooner,” 

You want to tell him that he couldn’t have known, that it isn’t his fault. You also want to throw his apology in his face, challenge him, and say that it doesn’t matter what he says. But it does. 

God dammit it does. 

Your chest heaves, lips quivering as you suppress the need to break down. There’s a knot in your throat that prevents you from breathing properly, you try to swallow around it. It doesn’t go away. 

“It’s okay,” he smiles sadly, thumbs still moving along your skin. “It’s okay. I’m here now and I care for you. I’m never leaving.” 

He pulls you to his chest, and you find comfort in the scent of smoke, sandalwood and bergamot. You break down then. Tears flow freely, it burns. It burns so bad that it makes you cry harder. Hiccups and sobs muffled by his chest. You feel his hand at the back of your head, rubs at your neck as his other hand moves along your back. 

When you finally break away —still sniffling and refusing to look at him— his fingers touch your chin and lift your gaze. Without a word he leans into you, his lips capturing your in a slow tender kiss. His tongue moves into your mouth slightly, as if he’s afraid to hurt you. The moment of his lips against yours is fleeting, he moves away but still close enough for your foreheads to touch. 

“Tell me what you need,” his voice is thick. 

You don’t dare to look away. It’s as if the world has disappeared, leaving only you and him in an endless void. He asked you what you needed. You’ve only really needed one thing. 

“You. Even if it’s just for tonight, please be mine. Body, mind and heart. It hurts, Javi. It hurts so bad I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I feel like a shell of a person,” 

“You’re not,” he says, his lips brushing against yours. “You can have me as long as you need me.  As long as I make you feel better, I’ll stay with you. You’re not alone, never have been,” 

His words sound so tender and sweet. A nasty voice in the back of your head whispers that this is nothing but pity, that Javier can’t stand a woman —a colleague— being upset in his presence. And maybe it’s true, but Javier doesn’t allow you to address the voice in your head. He drowns the self doubt with his hands and lips. They skim over your body, your curves, his touch is healing, feels like sundrops on your skin. 

Javier guides you into one of the empty rooms, his lips constantly on your like a man starving. He doesn’t turn on the lights of the room, the flickering of the fluorescent bulbs outside enough to paint the room in a moon-like gleam. He lays you down across the carpeted floor. His lips move to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. The sudden sharpness of his teeth makes you gasp. 

His lips leave you briefly to push up your shirt, he cups you from above your bra. Your nipples pebble underneath his thumbs, he groans into your mouth, lips on you once more as he grinds his hips. Your breathing stutters, your heart beat loud in your ears. When he pulls back a string of saliva follows, he looks down at you, his pupils eating at the color of his eyes. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful,” 

His hands paw at your breasts again, feeling the lace underneath his palms. Tears flood your vision once more, your throat swollen with emotion. Seeing this Javier leans in, his tongue pushes past your lips and at the same time he pushes up your bra. He provides the skin contact you’ve been craving for. You feel the warmth, the callouses of his skin. Your body arches into his touch. 

“Please,” you whisper, both hands laying idly on the floor. You want him to take you however he pleases. 

When he’s inside you it’s the most beautiful feeling. His cock stretches you the perfect amount, reaching deep with every thrust. The curve of his nose is pressing between your breasts, his tongue circling one nipple and moving to the other. You hear him muttering ‘beautiful’ over and over into your damp skin, your clench around him and he bites you, a soft, yet sharp feeling that sends tremors along your skin. 

“You’re so wet. So ready for me to take you,” he breathes and moves to your neck, his cock slowly moves in and out. “Thank you for letting me in,” he says brokenly. 

Finally your arms move, they coil around his shoulders, hugging him tight as if he might disappear. The drag of his cock is heavenly, his hand reaches between your bodies, fingers deftly drawing circles around your clit. You whisper his name, it feels like a sin on your tongue. He asks for you to say it again and you do. 

Your orgasm can only be described as shattering. You feel it in the tips of your fingers, on the tip of your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut and simmer in the feeling of warmth and pleasure. 

“That’s it, just let yourself go for me. You’re so good, so perfect—” 

Your sudden moan drowns out the rest of his words, pleasure crawls up your legs to your stomach. He’s still fucking you, cock dripping with slick, he presses his lips against your ear. 

“Tell me where to come,” 

As much as you want to feel him deep inside, you want to feel him on your skin more. 

“On my chest,” you breathe shakily. “On my tits—” 

You briefly regret your decision as he pulls out, feeling cold and empty. But when Javier straddles your chest and starts to stroke himself only an inch away from your mouth, the regret is replaced with hunger. Soft grunts fall from his lips, his cock drooling over his fist, precum dripping to your chest. 

Javier comes with your name on his lips. His thighs squeeze around the frame of your body, his breath hitching as his hips stutter forward. You feel him on your chest, neck, lips. 

Wanting a taste, you stick your tongue out but before you can he crashes into you. Hungrily tasting you and himself on your mouth. He kisses you until your lungs burn for air, but you’re not one to break away, he is. 

“Want you to be happy,” he says, words bleeding into one another. “I’m here for you. And whenever you call me, I’ll be there to make it hurt a little bit less, as much as I can anyway.” 

You want to thank him but teats slide down your cheeks instead, the only difference is that you’re smiling.  

a/n: honestly the more I think about it, the more I feel like this could act as a prequel to "pacify her" even tho that wasn't my intention sdcdcvd but anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it! I was in my feelings again and javier always makes me feel better 💙

[phenomenalgirl9]

Jung Hoseok x Reader: Love Deception

(Celebrity Choreographer au)

🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBI!🎉

Summary: Hoseok and you have been rivals since a very early age of street dancing, starting from being in rival groups to ultimately being scouted by the same company. Now, what if you find yourself in a situation where only you can help each other.

A/n: Inspired by Elena Armas' A Spanish Love Deception. Warning for smut, minors dont read the italicized part or DNI, loads of typos, I didn't have time to proof-read. Gosh I am finally able to post this! 🥹

W/C: 13k

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Some things are very important to you like dance, friends, family, work and winning from Jung Hoseok. Ever since the first day when your group had competed and was tied against his street dance group. You would never forget those days nor the egotistical man who is your mortal rival and unfortunately colleague. Starting from being scouted by the same dance academy to joining Hybe. Your rivalry was quite famous since your academy days, as there were loads of contents made out of it for the academy youtube channel. Petty challenges, exchanged glances were common back then, not now of course not, the company was smarter than that, what they did was never let you interact and your managers made sure of that. Well unless it was very necessary, somehow age has taught the two of you to stay civil in the face of people but snarky remarks were always sent two and fro. 

“For a dancer some people do have two left feet '' he had once said when you had a face planted on a wet  floor. “For a human you do have the brain of a pigeon” you replied. “Excuse you” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “If I wanted to kill myself I would climb your ego and jump to your IQ” you said and walked away.

Another time, “He could simply do a flip over Sung Hoon as he slid back,” Hoseok suggested. “Why can't Sunghoon just lie down and get up when the flip is done? '' you said. “I’m asking Sunghoon to do it, not you,” he teased. “And what if he hurts his back in the process, what then?” you asked and he fell silent, it was clear he was thinking but you took the opportunity and said “Are you always this stupid, or are you making a special effort today Jung?” only to be squashed by your manager. 

And another time when you had accidentally dropped a cake and he didn’t let you see the end of it. Calling out “carefull” everytime you tried to catch or hold something until one day you said “One of these days i’ll give a high five to your face with a fucking chair” 

This has always been your dynamic. You hated his egoistic ass and he hated your guts. 

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“I can’t do this Jimin” you said as you sipped your coffee. 

“No! What I don’t understand is how your brother still kept that rascal around” He said

“He thinks I misunderstood Kai, and that he didn’t actually cheat on me” You reminded Jimin.

“He is just plain dumb. And on top of that he’s dating Ashley, the bitch” He said

You sat at the Hybe cafe with your best friend Park Jimin who was an Dancer/Model under Hybe. Yes, your brother was getting married and his Best man Kai was your ex, who had cheated on you with your archnemesis Ashley. Yes, it was 5 years ago during the last year of highschool. Doesn’t mean you were ready to face him. Going to your hometown alone, without a date would mean giving the guy a complete ego boost and letting the others pity you. You would never want that.

“Tell you what, let me or Jungkook come with you as your date, neither of us will mind” he said

“Dude, my whole family, even my brother knows you’re religiously gay!” You said, making him laugh “I’ll hire someone if need be. But, I would never, NEVER, go alone! I can’t!” you said, and Jimin chuckled at your determination. Unknown to the two of you someone was listening to this conversation of yours very intently from two tables away. 

Finally, you’re done for the day, now you can go back home and gloat in your misery. You were sure that Jimin could tell one of his friends to go with you as they knew and adored you but things don't always go as planned; most of his friends are either out of the city/country or engaged, even married. You had to think- your train of thought was broken by the sound of your name being called, damn you were almost inside your car. 

“Y/n” the voice called again and then you focused on the voice. Why the hell was he calling you? You turned sharply and turn eyes turned into slit

“What do you want?” you asked

“I will go to your brother’s wedding,” he said, taking you back. Did he even know your brother?

“Did you get an invite?” you asked. “What? I will go as your date” he said.

“Gosh, your ass must be jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth” You said and turned around.

“Seriously Y/n. Can you not be such a defensive bitch all the time!” He said to your remark.

“No, Hoseok. I won’t cause you literally have nothing to do with this. So just step off anybody else's business” You rushed off to find your car and immediately drove off leaving the guy in a cloud of smoke. 

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“He said what?”Jimin and Jungkook said in union

“Can you guys not! It's already icky!” You said

“But isn’t that good! Who will you find in Seoul to act as your boyfriend?” Jimin asked. “Please I am not THAT desperate, okay!” You tried to make them believe, you tried to make yourself believe that, that you weren’t THAT desperate. But, you were, you have to take someone as you might have told your brother Jinyoung that you won’t be attending alone and knowing him he has by now told the whole town. You just can’t face Kai alone now. Not when she’s with Ashley.

“Earth to Y/n. Hey!” Jungkook waved his palm in front of you as you had completely zoned out

“Sorry. What were you saying?” you asked

“We’re saying that you should perhaps consider his proposal,” Jimin said. “Yeah, why do you hate the guy anyway! He’s literally sunshine!” Jungkook added

“Yeah cause you didn't see him like I did, the darkness beyond the lies. The convictions that he hides. How he pretends to be oh so happy all the time. Trying to prove to the world that he is perfect when he is far from it. He is like that now, but that's not completely who he is” You said

“For someone you dislike you do know an awful lot much about Hobi hyung” Jungkook said as you tried to smack him with the book you had in front of you.

“HEY! HEY! Not my book!” Jimin said stop you. “Your book?! What about your man?!” Jungkook asked, almost offended. “You’ll live.” Jimin said “But really Y/n give it a thought before dismissing it. Hobi hyung is really your best and kinda only chance” He added before getting up to attend to his next schedule

He is wrong, Jung hoseok is not my anything, forget best and only. You thought before moving to meet your next appointment. 

“Noona’s dance looks fiercer than usual today? What’s up?” The boys you were currently training asked

“Nothing, Noona is just stressed” you said as you continued with the work with the thoughts in your mind. 

"Well, Noona didn’t need to stress so much did she?” you saw the person everybody calls Sunshine on the door way, seeing him approach you tried to take your leave, only to be pulled and taken to the opposite side as soon as you stepped out of the room.

“What the hell HOSEOK!” you said

“Did you think?” he asked, you knew you were wrong but you felt like you saw a sparkle in his eyes. 

“Think what?” You asked, “About my offer? And I swear to god if you say what offer!” He said

“No I didn’t cause that is not even an option, it’s still in a month I will surely figure something out” You said and snatched your hand away from him and tried to walk away.

“So you have other options?” he asked, “Looking at your face I think not” he added

“Shut up” you said

“Why can’t you just accept, and let me help you just this once” he said

“Cause it's YOU!” you said pointing at all of him, for a second you felt like a wave of hurt was seen in your eyes but that was gone as soon as it appeared and made you wonder if you were seeing things. And with this you turned away and walked off. 

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“Impossible!” you shut your laptop in frustration, yes, you tried to contact 2 escort services and the prices they stated for 3 whole days was beyond your paycheck, you left out the part where you had to fly to a different place. “Fuck!” you cursed and ruffled your hair. 

“How about this, the next time he asks just agree” Jungkook said

“I can’t stand him for a minute! How can I even pretend to be in love with him?” you pointed it out

“Sometimes you gotta do what you dislike to get something out of it. I am not saying that you can’t face them alone. But, I am saying that you shouldn’t. Especially not after what you told your brother” Jimin said. You nodded “I’ll see” you said. When your phone buzzed it was a text from your family group, your brother texted a video, when you opened it your mind went numb and tear stung your eyes, there he was Kai at a distance from the camera on one knee, in front of Ashley who was smiling so wide that you thought she might slit her jaws, you saw her nodding violently and tackling Kai into a hug you immediately locked the phone and stood up and started walking, not paying heed to your best friend or his boyfriend. 

You knew you were being stubborn but you couldn’t help it. Tolerating Jung Hoseok was difficult for you. Besides who knew what trick he had up his sleeve, all these time he was busy competing with you in every way possible so why sudden change of heart and wanting to help you with an event like this. All this just seemed fishy to you, he has to have some motive. So you decided to do it. Find him. Ask him. Because you had to know even if there’s a 1% chance of him being serious you would take it, cause you needed it. Yes, you were that desperate. 

You can’t think of going alone, pitiful Y/n could never move on from her ex, couldn’t even get a date. That's NOT TRUE, you did move on from that scumbag, you just could not trust someone like that again, it takes time, that nobody is willing to give. You can’t let him have an upper hand, or even seem to have one. 

You checked the studios startling various groups when ultimately a girl group rookie idol from your company informed you that Choreographer Jung went to a venue with Enhypen, for some rehearsals and formations check. You quickly texted the group’s manager to know how far the rehearsals were going using some lame excuse to which he said that they would need time as the stage was smaller than they thought and some formations were needed to a;tered. You knew that meant you could as well complete your work here and head out and that was what you decided to do but, you received a call from your manager “Y/n PLEASE do me a favor just this once” he said. “What?” you enquired, “PLEASE GO to the xxx venue and help Hoseok out” he pleaded “The stage is smaller and the comeback would be a disaster if they cant alter it and practice it a few times'' he added,

You smirked but said “Why me?!” faking annoyance. “You and Hoseok are the best in formations in the company,” he said. “Fine!” you said. “Thank you! I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow I swear” he said and you received the address and location. 

As you entered the venue to hear counts and scolding from a voice you knew too well. The boy group into a cheers and greets of “Noona!” the moment they saw you and Hoseok turned around. 

“Please be civil, '' you heard Enhypen’s manager say, but you knew otherwise. This work and serious business, even if you did not have that deal in the back of your mind, you would have done the same way. You walked up, shrugging off your jacket and tying your hair. Everyone knew this meant you were serious business. 

“Damn the stage IS too small” you said

“I can’t fit them all any way” Hoseok said

“Then we will have to reduce the number of dancers” you said quickly. 

“But they have been assigned to this project, we can't change that” Hoseok lowered his voice and said

“So let's not remove but make them walk in and out in turns. Appoint people for every formation, keep the first line intact, get the rest distributed” and hence you held a list of dancer and then both got to work and it was almost like rearranging the whole thing,thank god only the intro and tittle track had back up dancers so it took 3 hours to rearrange, the whole formations. 

“One, two, one, two, thre, tam, boom, boom, bam” Hoseok counted (a/n: the way he uses sounds instead of numbers) both your eyes studying every move of every dancer like hawks and pointing out if anyone made a wrong move. Everyone was at awe how the two of you spotted any wrong instantly together. You can’t say you weren’t a bit impressed. When done, you finally looked at Hoseok who walked up to your form sitting on the floor. That was when you remembered the agenda at the back of your mind. But now when you had the man in front of you, you didn’t know how to bring it up. It seemed like hours he just stood there looking at you as you looked at him, your mind running miles in minutes when you averted your gaze. 

“Here” he said and you found him handing you a (your favorite drink). “So?” he said.

Your heart almost lit up. “So what?” you said at the realization that may be he was hinting at what you were hoping he was

“Did you think? Or are you still stubborn?” He said

“What’s in it for you Hoseok?” you finally asked. “The same,” he said. “You want me to be your girlfriend at your brother’s wedding?” 

“NO. But I want you to be my girlfriend” he paused and you almost felt your heart slow down “To a very important event” he said.

“When is it? What is it about?” You asked. “It’s sunday. It’s a charity fundraising event, a talent show” he said

“Hoseok SUnday is in two days!” you said “What talent show? What are we 11?” You said I was almost frustrated. Trying your best to calm yourself down. “Y/n you make and learn choreographies in literally minutes, What are you even worried about?” he asked. “It’s an event I’ll have to find something to wear and dance and it's been ages since I last danced in public” you said. “You danced in the mnet show last year and you rocked it. You will rock this one too” he said “I have it all planned and I as a matter of fact know what you should wear” 

“That dress you wore to Zico’s last album party, you still have that right?” He asked. “The black one with zipped flair?” you asked as he nodded “Yes” you said. “Wear that then” he said. “Wow, it’s surprising you remember something like that when I don’t even remember seeing you in the party” Your tongue slipped. “Damn Y/n. Harsh much?” he asked “But Hoseok, Why me?” you asked. “Cause only you would be crazy enough to agree to something like this as you needed the same kind of help” he said

“Okay, so you know that for this you will have to fly to Jeju for 4 days and face my family and my now engaged ex as my boyfriend” you said. He nodded with determination. “Fine” you said “Deal” you extended your hand and Hoseok gladly shook it. 

“I’ll text Mr. Kim to tell him that we’ll need a studio,” he said, as you nodded. The two of you made your way to your car as he was still in the company parking place.

The two of you entered the building and walked into the studio that Mr. Kim had appointed you.

“So what song did you want to try?” You asked. "Do you have any songs in your mind?” he said. “We could do Sean Pauls’s Temperature, or we could go for BEAST’s Shock or Rainism no not Rainism '' you paused to look at his face and said “WHat? What’s with that face?”

“Y/n you are joining me as my dance partner plus girlfriend in a charity event not a street dance competition we used to fight for! We’re doing Senorita by Shawn and Camilla” he said “We need to make it believable enough”. “But Why?” you finally asked, you’ve never tried to understand Hoseok, you were to busy hating him, which even according to Jimin was baseless so you wanted to know this guy you dislike for a change, then you realized what he meant by believable “I AM NOT FEELING YOU UP OR LETTING ME FEEL ME UP!”.

“C’mon, we’ll make it decent and not do anything that makes you uncomfortable I promise. Okay, let's make the choreo and I will tell you more about all this” he said with a smile, which you hated, but something right now, made you feel warm in your gut. Seemed like a fair trade so you nodded and the two of you started brainstorming.

You listened to the song, closed your eyes and let it flow through you. This was the way that you always made choreographies, let the music follow through you and let the rhythm and beats carry you. Hoseok was glad that your eyes were closed, because if they weren’t you’d see the way his eyes were following every move you made.  His eyes traveled to the way you swerve your hips and the way you rolled your head that seemed oh so sexy to him. 

“I’ve got it” you said to your surprise you found Hoseok standing much more closer to you than he was from the last time your eyes were open. As if understanding your signal, he restarted the song and you started to do your moves. You stopped and said “Your turn” and he did, he did a few moves he had come up with in the back of his head while he was busy staring at you, which you of course did not know. And finally he stepped close to you, as if asking for permission and with a slight nod of your head you told him it was okay. You thought you would cringe or feel uncomfortable but as you moved his arms on your waist, you didn’t feel one bit of irritation. You’d never accept but you felt comfortable and more confident. The two of you finally fixed the choreography and filmed it, for practicing the next day. 

 The two of you walked away in your own cars fixed to meet the next day during lunch. 

“You both will what?” Jimin repeated and Jungkook choked on his latte. “Don’t make me repeat it, '' you warned him. “That’s epic, enemies to lovers Au '' he said, joining his hands and clapping lightly. “Shut up before I kill you with my fork, '' you said. “Then you should not have any problem if I watch you both practice” he said. “Huh” you scoffed “I was gonna call you anyway” You said and hunted him to follow you. “Can I join?” Jungkook asked. “Sure” you said and went to studio 3 where Hoseok had texted you he would be. 

You watched the video once before you started. You were done practicing a good 2 times when Jimin finally stopped you both. “Something looks strange,” Jimin said. “Sorry but you both look very stiff, as if you are both on guards” Jungkook said “Right Jaman si?” he said and Jimin nodded very used to Jk’s nicknames. 

“Lemme try” He said and he replaced Hoseok’s position. You have danced with Jimin on various occasions before you didn’t even flinch when he put his arms on your waist. The two of you did the same choreo again and you could feel it inside you what Jimin had meant. It was the way you fulfilled every step and melted in his arms that made the chemistry look so real. It was the trust and familiarity that you had with Jimin, you lacked it with Hoseok. Even Hoseok noticed that, but Jungkook noticed how Hoseok’s jaw war tight and his palms were in fists, not he wasn’t jealous of Jimin, but he was jealous of the chemistry that you had with him, even though Jimin was GAY. “It's the years that they’ve spent together,” he heard Jungkook say. Yeah you knew Jimin since day one that you started in the company, but Hoseok knew even before that, but you disliked him, hated him. When you and Jimin were done Jimin said “I know exactly what you two need” Jimin said smirking and he asked Hobi to stand behind you. “Y/n. Fall” he said

“Sorry?!” You asked. “Team building exercise” He said “It was your idea during first practices of TxT remember?” He said. “I- '' you started but Hoseok interrupted you. “What are you afraid of? I won't let you fall, I promise” He said. You looked at him and knew he meant it, so you turned and let your body loose and soon found the contact of Hoseok’s arms. “Again” Jimin said again and again. By the 3rd time your body was loose in his arms and his hands held you securely. 

“Now, go through the routine again, I’ll film it” he said.

“Where is Jk?” you suddenly realized the absence of the bunny boy and Jimin said “He left like 10 minutes ago”. “Really” Hoseok asked, “You didn’t notice either?” you asked and he shook his head, not making you chuckle. 

The next time that you practiced you saw a smirk on Jimin’s face that told you that it looked far better. You wont lie, your body pushed to him you felt a heat that radiates all throughout your body, when he looks you in the eye directly and pulls you to him you don’t just melt externally, you could also feel your insides melt in a puddle. And you knew that meant trouble but you couldn’t help it, you’ll just have to push the feeling away and deal with them later. 

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“Stop pacing around like a mad woman” Jimin said through the screen, “How can I not?! Do I look okay?” You asked. “You look like a bomb?” he said. 

The problem is that you just looked up the event that Hoseok was about to take you to, from which it led you to the members of the club that were about to attend the event and Jung Hoseo’s name was there and this event is for elites. But, that is not the part that got you on the roll, on looking up Hoseok you realized he is actually the son of a chaebol family and you were supposedly ‘his girlfriend’. You looked around at your studio apartment, and your posters and figurines, nothing in it seemed to be fitting for the 'girlfriend’ of the son of a chaebol family. 

“Y/n! Earth to Y/n” Jimin’s sound was heard “You can do this okay. Remember you’re the boss bitch! Give these elites a piece of you” He added and as if on queue you saw a text come in from Hoseok saying that he has reached your apartment. Jimin wished you luck and you checked your reflection one last time and 3 deep breaths and walked out of the door. There's no turning back now, you have to do this. 

You expected Hoseok to be in his regular Chevrolet but standing in front of you was a BMW and a costly one at that. “Take a picture and stare at it on your way” Hoseok Said from the driver’s seat breaking your trance. 

“This is not your daily car? You drive a Chev” you said

“Yeah because that is all I can afford” he said with a warm smile, wait did you just call him warm “This is a gift from my father, for my birthday, we’re going to an elite event so he asked me to take this” Hoseok said

“Will you give me any pointers?” You asked

“Nothing much, it’s an event to raise money for rescued animals, we the participants of the talent show entertain them and the attenders put money, in the end the act with the most money wins a certificate and some vouchers” he said

“Will anybody from your family be there?” you asked

“My noona is out on a business trip so no, just old friends and dad’s business associates and some other people. Nothing you can’t handle with that pretty smile of yours'' he said side glancing towards you, it was the first time you looked at him, he was in all black, almost as if matching you, and you couldn’t move your eyes away from him, his slightly overgrown hair giving a different vibe to his whole get up. And you felt your cheeks heat up and a strange smirk adorned his lips as if he could feel his eyes on you. Which he could and you needed to stop gawking, but it was like your brain was malfunctioning. 

“We’re almost there” he announced, breaking your trance. And you looked away infront as you nodded.

He walked out of the car opening the gate on your side and that's when you took in his whole outfit that left you in more awe. He wore his goggles and offered you his hand that you took cause otherwise you would have certainly fainted. But, being in the showbiz you know perfectly well how to put the confident game face on even if you were turning into a puddle inside. You were used to walking down red-carpets and facing reporters but this was new, having someone beside you, someone who is supposedly “your boyfriend”. 

As soon as you enter the venue you see adults of various ages, glasses in  hand walking around chatting and mingling. Hoseok tightened his grip on your hand and whispered in your ear “Don’t worry thee events make me nervous as well” he said, which brought a smile to your face “By the way you look gorgeous tonight” he added, brining an instant blush on your cheeks he seemed pretty satisfied with your reaction. 

“Hobi!” a voice was heard as you saw a tall man with sharp features walking towards you and Hoseok.

“Namjoon-ah my man, long time no see!!” Hoseok left your hand to hug the man. The two men seem to be so glad to have met each other, “Y/n this is Kim Namjoon my best friend, and Namjoon-ah this is Y/n, my girlfriend” Hoseok said, you shook Namjoon’s hand, you couldn’t help it, a strange warmth spread inside you the moment the words girlfriend left his mouth, but you knew, this is all fake a facade. 

“So this is the mysterious girlfriend you wouldn’t even tell me about since the last three months” Namjoon said

“Mysterious?��� You repeated. “He told his father to stop sending him to blind dates as he had a girlfriend but never even slipped up so much as your name to anybody, not even to me, his best friend. At one point his father thought he was just making excuses to not go to blind dates, but now I see” Namjoon said and Hoseok just kept laughing. So this is why he brought me, you thought to yourself. 

“Actually, I wasn;t yet comfortable to declare things out in the open, you know how it is right?” you said taking the blame to seem genuine. “Oh I can understand” he said with a wink “So I presume you must be performing too?” Namjoon asked, suddenly you found Hoseok beside you, his hand on his hip, what’s gotten into the man suddenly?

“Yes, we both will” you answered with the same smile. “I look forward to it, I can’t help but say that I am actually a big fan of yours” he said. “Oh really?” You asked, you didn’t know if it was your imagination but you felt Hoseok’s hand tighten around your waist. “I watched the whole show you were in last year,” Namjoon said. Before you could say something Hoseok cut you off and said “Of course you did, you flirt, I see my cousins there, I’ll see you later”. “Sure” Namjoon said, but not like Hoseok waited to listen to the reply, he was already dragging you in a different direction. What’s going on?

“If this isn’t my favorite cousin!” Hoseok said and a boy a few years younger than you guys turned around his face instantly lighting up. “Hyung!” he said and came up and hugged Hoseok.

“You’re Yunho, right?” you said, recognising the boy. “Yes, It’s so nice to see you here ma’am are you-? Wait, hyung you-” he stopped looking at the two of you. “This is my girlfriend, but how do you know each other?” Hoseok asked looking at you, “I did a choreography for their group, a year ago” you said, and hoseok seemed to remember and he nodded. “That time I wasn’t aware he is from the chaebol circle” you added, “I wouldn’t have if not for Hobi hyung” Yunho said “He was the first in the family to deflect from the business career without being disowned” he added laughing, making you laugh too. “Hoseok is pretty brave isn’t he?” you said. “All thanks to my Noona who managed Dad” hoseok said, his cheeks were dusted pink, you found it cute. Soon it was time for the performances to start and you and Hoseok moved to the back stage “We’re doing well so far” Hoseok said. “You’re good at faking it” the comment left your mouth unchecked, the moment the words left your mouth you turned around falling your back at him. You missed the hurt that passed his face and the determination that took over. “Let's go, it’s almost our turn,” he said. 

So, here you were, standing face to face with Hoseok as the lights were off, the spotlights switched on, you looked at the different shadows that formed on Hoseok’s face. The man almost looked alluring, the cheers brought you back as he nodded and you nodded back and the music started and you started moving to it. 

(The Choreo, ignore the back up dancers, I had the first couple dance in mind)

You were initially a bit nervous, but the moment you walked off and Hoseok started moving to his solo part, you felt a warmth inside a strange confidence that you could not explain. Once in his arms you forgot the audience, even the claps and occasional “Wooohooo!” by friends and cousins, didn’t reach your ear. All that mattered was you and him. The whole lot of people broke into cheers the moment you and Hoseok hit the ending pose. The two of you broke into an instant smile, you just looked at him and knew this was the realest thing you saw today. The moment went off the stage he pulled you in a hug, breaths mangled, adrenaline still pumping, you wrapped your arms around his torso as you breathed in his scent, he smelt of a manly musk and costly perfume, but it was almost euphoric to you. The two of you in your own world, lost in each other, until you heard a throat clearing. And the two of you were ripped back to reality and you almost snatched yourself from his arms. You saw Yunho standing “I was sure I'd win this and treat my members, but hyung and Ma’am seem to beat me to it”. “You haven’t even performed yet, don’t say that. And there were so many more beautiful performances' ' You said and “You’ll at least get 2nd place though” Hoseok said. “Hoseok '' you scolded, but he just winked at you, making your heart run miles in a second. As Yunho walked off, a thought lingered at the back of your mind, Hoseok walked off to get his coat and your flair, this is all fake. 

If Hoseok noticed the ups and downs of your mood, he didn’t say anything, or maybe he didn’t know if he should. This was the closest you two have been,  this is the longest the two of you have passed without fighting. Hoseok stared at you as you chatted away with Mrs. Yang, one of the major shareholder’s wives of his father's company, smiled to himself. He saw how easily you mixed up with them, smiled and spoke to everyone, and he felt a pang in his chest. Then why did you never smile at him? Did you really hate him that bad you didn’t even give him the time of a daylight towards him. His attention was drawn away from his mind when he heard you call him. “The voting has started” you say as you slip your arm in his. “Where do these funds go?” you asked. “You know the rescued dog and cat shelter in Gangnam-Do?” he told you as you nodded “That one, I like that place, that is where I adopted Mickey from” he said smiling. “You have a cat?” You asked, “No, Mickey is my dog” he said and swept out his phone and showed you the picture of an adorable fur baby and you cooed, Hoseok’s face broke into a huge smile seeing your reaction. Soon the voting was over and it was time to announce the top 3 earning performances. 

“So tonight the 3rd most earning act was… Jung Yunho, who showed us an out-standing Hiphop dance performance”  the hostess said and the rest of you cheered as the boy went up on stage bowing to everyone. You all cheered, he was handed his trophy and certificate. “Don’t worry the 1st place is ours” you heard Hoseok say and you stared in awe at his prudence as he passed you a wink, sending your stomach into a whirl. 

“The performance that won the 2nd most earning is…. Yang Jeongin and his beautiful voice” The hostess said.

“Is that Mrs. Yang’s son?” you asked. “I guess so, looking at her expression. I had no idea really” He said “It’s our turn” he said and took your hand in his. 

“So now the winners. The performance that won first place with the maximum earnings is……they were really good….. It's Jung Hoseok and Y/n L/n” she said and you hid your face in Hoseok’s coat sleeve for a moment. As he pulled you with him towards the stage, “be careful” he said as he held your hand in his, as you walked on stage. He signaled you to accept the trophy and you took it and bowed to the hostess and the audience and walked to Hoseok and he did the most unexpected thing. You felt something soft on your cheeks and the warmth went away as soon as it came but it left your cheeks ablaze. He kissed your cheek. 

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“He what?” Jimin said, almost dropping his tteot from his mouth. 

“Did the situation call for it?” Jungkook asks, yes he is attached to his boy friend and is a package deal at this point. Besides who denies tea, those two when you are serving it hot the very next day. “What?” you asked in frustration as you stuffed another handful of fries in your mouth. 

“What happened then?” Jimin asked and you shrugged and said “we had dinner there and left. Neither of us spoke in the car ride back. When he reached here he just asked me to take the bag” 

“The bag?”Jungkook asked, “Yeah it had the trophy and the gifts and stuff.” You told him to signal towards the paper bag that is still on your dresser “Should I give it to him?” you asked. “Y/n! No!” Jimin scolded “he gave it to you, don’t return it. But-” he stopped mid-sentence as the two of you looked at him with questioning eyes and he said “If things were going good, why did he go silent? Did he text you later?” 

“Yes, this morning he thanked me for last night” You informed him by making air quotes on ‘Last Night’. “What did you say?” he asked, “Thank you, I had fun” you shrugged and saw him nodding. 

“Let’s see how he is tomorrow,” Jimin declared. Suddenly, Jungkook choked on his food and said “Y/n, Jimin-ssi!” he said and your eyes went wide in shock. Shit you didn’t think of this part. 

“Hoseok!” you said through the phone the moment he picked up. “Y/n? Is everything okay?” He asked audible concerned. “Did you check the links I sent you?” You asked. “Yeah. I saw them in the morning already. My sister sent me” he said. “And?” You ask, “What Else? Nothing, she believes and is happy for the most part, just sad that she missed the chance to meet you. WHy are you panicked?” He asked. To this even Jimin raised a brow “How come you're not?” You asked him. “They are just photos Y/n, besides isn’t it better, you won’t even have to explain much, it’ll look much more believable” He said. “I think he has a point” Jungkook said, “Is that Jungkookie?” Hoseok asked and you said “Yes, Okay bye!” you hung up on the poor boy. 

Jimin burst out laughing, “What’s so funny?” you asked,”For starters that Kookie can’t shut up for shit and also because Hyung still likes you” Jimin said “But yes, Imagine the expression on Kai’s face when he sees this” he says. “What do you mean still likes me? Are you crazy?” you say lying down with a pillow to your face. 

The next few days were a blur,work was simply too busy, You had to prepare for a comeback and do evaluation for a whole trainee group and even before you realized it was friday. You had way too much workload and barely met up with Jimin or Jungkook, you avoided any question about the articles at any cost. When you were leaving, then you realized that you barely had 6 days and needed to talk to Hoseok, you didn’t even see much of him this week, the pressure was just too much. As if on cue you found Hoseok walking out to the parking lot. “Y/n ssi” he said. “Hoseok” You acknowledged. “Lets meet up for coffee tomorrow, to discuss everything” he suggested. You nodded and said “I send you the address and time, cool?”. “Cool” he said.

Thus, you entered the cafe you had told him, and found him waiting for you already. “Took you long enough, so much for not liking to wait” he said and you squint your eyes at him but said nothing and sat down. “So, First things first, I got you tickets to the same flight as me, i’ll send you the details” you said. “That’s smart of you” he said. “So tell me about your family, it’s so strange we’ve work together for ages and I didn’t even know you had a brother” he said. A waitress came to the two of you and placed an Iced Americano and a Caramel Macchiato.

“I ordered already, '' he said. “How did you know I drink Americano?” You asked making an offended face “Do you?” He teased me. “I could,” You say. And grabbed the caramel macchiato and took a sip, only to find Hoseok smiled at your antics. You didn’t know but he felt so good to be sitting here with you. This is probably the best he’s felt this whole week. 

“Tell me about your family, stuff that I need to know, people I need to stay away from?” He said and you started trying to give him a crash course of your family and parents, friends and cousins.

You remember receiving a call from your brother Jinyoung and mother both very excited, “He seems quite well of Y/n, I hope he treats you well” Jinyoung said. “Mn, he does” you said. “Why didn’t you tell us before though?” You mom nagged. “Mom! This news has a huge impact on our cases, I can’t go around blabbering stuff” you said as she hummed in understanding, well she didn’t need to know that only idols have dating bans and the staff including the choreographers have no such thing. 

Before you knew it, it was already Wednesday, thank god the work pressure had died down as the main comeback preparations were over and you could go for vacation at peace.

“Won’t they find it strange for us to go for a vacation at the same time?” You told Jimin, as he said “The company doesn’t give a fuck why do you care so much for others?” he asked as he looked through your closet, telling you which dress to wear for which occasion. 

“One for the bachelorette, one for the Pre-wedding brunch, and one for the reception. The marriage?” he asked looking at you, the guy literally shifted an appointment to help you sort your fashion needs. “The wedding will be done in hanboks, but, I got mine customized” You said “the fabric had to be same so I got that here and asked Clara to do it for me” you added and got up to retrieve the package you picked up yesterday from her boutique, “So that is why you asked me for her number?” He said. And you showed him the dress, “You do know this is a hanfu and not a hanbok right?” Jimis said and you looked at him sternly, “Of course” you said “As long as the fabric is the same they are fine with it” you shrugged.

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OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! You cursed yourself, it's still 15 minutes until your meeting time so, Hoseok is not here yet and your mind is panicking. WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT, WHAT IF HE MESSED SOMETHING UP?! WHAT IF YOUR GRANDMA FINDS OUT? HOW COULD YOU THINK OF THIS? FOOLING YOUR FAMILY?! WHAT IF- “What are you blabbering about like a crazy lady?” a voice interrupted your thoughts. “Was I thinking out loud?” you asked. You noticed Hook wasn’t in his hip hop attire, it was so different from the tux you had previously seen him in, in a simple jeans and t-shirt, he looked good. Even that ridiculous fanny pack looked good with the outfit.

“If you’re done staring, then can we go” he said with a smirk and you simply stood up and walked away with your suitcase.

“Umm.. Y/n?” He called you and you hummed in response “I thought we were going for 4 days. Why is your bag THAT big?” He asked. “I have dresses, matching shoes and back ups. The woman’s gotta be ready” you said. 

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Inside the Flight

“So you remember all the cautions right?” You said. “Yes, beware of Helmoni, she is sharper than she seems. Do not indulge too much with your cousins, especially Seokjin, and if I see Kai approaching me without you around I must find you. But why?” He asked. “Just Because.” you said, gaining a look of disapproval from his face and you contemplated before you opened your mouth again “he cheated on me” you said fumbling with your fingers ``He cheated on me with Ashley a person who hurt me alot since I was a child and he was aware of that. What’s worse is. Nobody knows” you said and took a breath and before he could question you restarted “Nobody knows he cheated, they just know that he broke up with me and later started dating Ashley, after i left for Seoul. But, he was already seeing her in secret” Heseok held your hand in his. “Why?” He asked. “Cause he is my brother’s best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that, no matter what he is a great friend to Jinyoung.” You said and gave a sad smile, You see Hoseok open his mouth and close it. You took the lead to change the topic “What should we call each other though?” You wondered and an Idea sparked in Hoseok’s mind as he said “Jagiya '' and smile “Basic” you mumbled. “What do I call you? Oppa?” you said tilting your head and instantly cringed “Can I-'' you hesitated, “Do your friends call you Hobi from your rapper name J-hope?” surprise struck over his face as he realized that you knew. “I saw you recording once when I went for a screening of a group’s song 2 years back, I guess. The song I heard was later released in J-hope’s sound cloud” you said, outing how you knew he was the famous anonymous soundcloud rapper J-Hope. “Wah Y/n Holmes'' he teased, “So can I call you Hobi too?” you asked and he nodded. You sigh when it was decided, “I’m not forgetting something, am I?” You ask. “Why are you so tense, is it the first time Y/nie is taking a boyfriend home, to her family?” He asked. “No, it is the first time I’m doing this whole fake thing” you said, you missed the flow of pain that passed Hoseok’s face as he took back your hand in his and said “You. Are. Not. Alone. It’s you and me. Us. We’re in this together, and nothing will go wrong as wrong as you’re happy”  

Soon the flight was about to land and as soon as you left the flight the salty sea breeze hit you nose, refreshing your whole body. You felt a hand slip into yours and the words echoed in your mind, “You are not alone”.

You saw your brother waiting as you exited the gate, with Hoseok behind you pushing the trolley, you ran up to him shouting “Oppa!!”. “Little one!” he exclaimed hugging you, the two of you parted as he said “You must be the boyfriend?” Hoseok extended his hand and the two shook it. “Oppa this is Jung Hoseok, and Hobi this is Park Jinyoung, my brother, '' you said. Hoseok’s mind went into a short circuit for a few moments before he pushed it away and tried to focus. The thing is the way his nickname rolled off your tongue made him feel, well, warm. The three of you set off in Jinyoung’s hired convertible. “Did you get your dress ready?” he asked. “Of course! I did, I don’t wanna be beheaded by your bridezilla!” you joked. “Is she scary?” Hoseok asked. 

“Yes quite” Jinyoung said without hesitation and you smacked his arm from your passenger’s seat. “She’s good, just hype about the wedding” you said. “Oh I know, my sister was a monster in her pre-marital moments, '' he said from the back seat, making all of you laugh. Upon reaching the hotel your brother walked off as you waited for Hoseok to get off. You take a deep breath in and out “This is it '' you said. He took your hand in his which strangely helped in calming down your nerves and you two entered, you were immediately engulfed by your mother followed by your Grandmother. “Aigo! You naughty girl, couldn’t come a day earlier for your own brother’s wedding” you Grandma chided. “It was so difficult to get so many days off, we almost didn’t get allowed. '' You said as the rest remembered you weren’t alone and you went and stood beside Hoseok who deeply introduced himself. You could already see stars in your mother’s and auntys’ eyes, even though your Helmoni (Grandma) looked a bit skeptical. “Great to meet you son” Your father said, engulfing his hand and shaking it. “Better to know you exist, the way Y/n Noona was hiding you” you heard Jisung say and instantly go “Aaaaaaaaaah” you turn to see Seokjin holding his ear and scolding him. “Jinnie Oppa!” you said and rushed to hug him. 

“Okay! Now that all are here, Hoseok can room with Seokjin, let's go” Y/n’s father said. 

Alarms went wild, in Y/n’s head, “Dad why?” she said, “You know the rules, sweety” he said. “Aww it’s okay Y/nie our rooms are just beside each other, he can just sneak in and out” Seokjin said with a straight face and a wink. 

“Don’t worry Y/n, I can handle myself. I’m smarter than you give me credit for” He said with a cute smile. And you shook your head praying that Seokjin won’t catch on. You lay alone on your bed and thought, you never saw either of them, maybe they had arrived earlier, you were glad you didn’t have to share the room, or you would have gone crazy from stress. You hope Hoseok was fine and didn’t blow off your cover, that Seokjin didn’t discover your truth. Your mind slipped back to you the occurrences, you lost count of the times you have used the words like cute and sweet and Hoseok in the same line, who would have thought? But, what are these acts of his, an act? Because you saved him from his Father’s blind dates, could be. Must be, what else? Stupid Y/n you thought that Jung Hoseok could possibly have feelings for you? Dumb girl. You closed your eyes and his smile and eyes were all you could see. You cursed under your breath and tried to catch some sleep.  

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm and rushed up to get ready for wor- Oh, you’re on a holiday. But, you’re up, so you decided to freshen up and get ready anyway, you were about to dry your hair when you heard a knock, you opened the door to reveal Hoseok in a super loose Shirt and shorts. You looked him up and down, his toned legs looked so strong, have they always been this muscular? Or- “Ahem? Missed me that much?” he asked in a cocky tone as you moved aside to close the door. “So?” you asked, “What?” He asked. “Seokjin Oppa, did he suspect?” You asked. “NO Y/n! He is actually pretty chill, I like him and I think he's funny” He said and you shook your head at the thought of those two vibing over dad jokes. You went on to dry your hair and fix your bag. You were too busy to notice Hoseok’s eyes actually being on you instead of his phone, following your every move and reverting back to the screen the moment you so much as decided to look his way. When you were done with your shorts and t-shirt, you would be spending a day at the beach followed by going to the hotel pub that the couple had booked for the cousins and friends, yes their idea of “Enjoying a bachelorette” was to have it together. The two of you left the room and found Seokjin leaving his room, smiling at the two of you, “ready for some action today lover boy? I mean on the beach” he said and started laughing his signature laugh that was more funny than whatever the joke was. “Oh I am if you are bro” Hoseok said, in a tone that made you laugh more. The three of you entered the lift that already contained a few of your friends from your hometown as you greeted and introduced them. Then the lift stopped at a floor and you suddenly felt like the air was pulled away from you. You knew sooner or later this moment would come but you didn’t expect it to happen right in the morning. Thanks to your friend Taehyung who greeted and said “Hey! Kai hyung, Ashley Noona'' That Hoseok understood why you went so stiff, he slid his palm into yours and gave a squeeze, you knew the moment they entered the lift that everyone was walking on eggshells around you and you hated it. You hated that people thought you’d still be weak even after all these years, whenHoseok’s hand slipped into yours and he squeezed it it oddly gave you strength, a strength to face all of them at once and so you did it “Hey Kai, Ashley, Long time” you said with the pleasantest smile you can muster. Their faces though were priceless as neither were expecting it, Hoseok felt proud as Kai came up with a pitiful “Hi Y/n”. While Ashley was still silent. 

All of you walked out to the beach, it was now that Hoseok realized that almost the whale hotel was booked by your family and their guests. “Have you guys booked the whole Hotel?” he asked in surprise. “It has guests from both families, but not the whole, the guests only have very close friends and relatives” you said, the part of the beach that the hotel had set had umbrellas and blankets placed in clusters and had net set up. “Okay Folks, we have 2 games setup, Dodgeball and foot volleyball. We will start after breakfast " the maid of Honour Yuna said, as all of you cheered, you felt Hoseok’s hand on your back as he said “Wanna get a seat there babe?” you couldn;t help but feel warm blood on your cheeks as you nodded and the two of you sat down, it had a nice picnic vibe to it, gazing at the sea with sandwiches. “So sis-in-law won't you introduce us” Suyeon the bridezilla and Yuna came and took a seat under the same umbrella as Seokjin joined too, you looked around to find Jinyoung under a close by umbrella with Kai and Ashley as, Taehyung came to join you guys too, their were in total of about 20 people so it wasn’t really a crowd anyway. “This is Suyeon unnnie, Yuna and my childhood friend Taehyung, Ad guys this is my boyfriend Jung Hoseok'' you said, Hoseok fell a wave of warmth run all over his body as the words flowed through him ‘my boyfriend’ the words rung in his mind. Soon everyone got engrossed into various topics as Taehyung, Yuna and Y/n teased Suyeon calling her “Bridezilla” . It was fun to watch Y/n being so free, as he has only ever seen her with Jimin.  

Soon it was sports time and it was decided to be played in a Girls vs boys, however there were 19 people, 9 girls and 10 boys so Seokjin being the man he opted to be the referee due to his ‘age’. 

The dodgeball was intense, the net was opened for this one, each team throwing the ball in a way to take out as many opponent players. As expected Ashley was the first to hit a ball that was surprisingly thrown by Hoseok, who discreetly winked at you, almost dedicating the throw to you. You heard Ashley grumbling to which Kai said something along the lines ‘it’s just a game Jagi’. As soon as the ball was in your hand you looked around finding one of Suyeon’s cousin closest to the other side and you took a throw hitting him in the gut. Jinyoung and Suyeon themselves followed not long after, who are now watching the game while almost snuggling. You sometimes look at them and wonder if that is what love is, everlasting, they’ve been together since highschool and are about to get married, you hoped you could find someone who would hold you as strong as your brother and his soon to be wife held each other and sent up a prayer for their forever well being. 

45 mins more and the only ones left inside were Kai, Taehyung and Hoseok and You and Yuna. A quick ball from Yuna and Taehyung was out. A few throws back and forth and Yuna was out by Kai, shit. You could see him looking at you with predatory eyes but you would never let that happen, your dancing skills have come in handy so far so as soon as he threw the ball you flipped to the other way. The ball now in your hand you slit it on Kai, he knew you’d target him so he was ready, but you were smarter than his cheating ass, you took a double take, you acted to throw the ball for him to run at a different direction only to throw the ball the next time directly where the sun doesn’t shine. Your team minus Ashley cheered as he sat on the ground in pain. Now its you vs Hoseok as the other wooed, the two of you never leaving eye contact, for a moment Hoseok stood straight with the ball and broke eye contact to look at the ground, but then he again looked into your eyes and shot for you foot, you jumped an dodged and caught the ball as you hit him on his knee taking a win for your team. As the girls rushed to hug you as if you had just won an olympic gold for the country. THe maid on honor announced a break as you and Hoseok sat down under the previous umbrella with Yuna and Seokjin, laughing at how certain players fell or screeched and how Seokjin had the good parts recorded. “I won’t lie, for a minute I thought Loverboy was about to drop the ball at Y/n’s feet” Seokjin laughed “I would never, I know she’d be angry if I did that” Hoseok said. “Yeah cause we wont square, you said jabbing him. 

You felt nice, “I’ll go click some pictures you said as you grabbed your phone and walked towards the water leaving you slippers, Hoseok following behind you. You’ve always known that Hoseok is clingy to the people he loved so you assumed that in order to show people that she loved you he was being clingy to you too not that you were minding, but the fact that this was all pretense was just stuck like a thorn in your throat, but you decided not to think of that, to just be in the moment and thus, undid an a few of the top buttons on the loose [color of your choice] button up that you were wearing, and stood steady and before your finger could press the capture button you felt Hoseok’s arms around your waist “Keep going” He said and sniffed your hair, ‘Keep going’ you felt like your legs were jelly. But you managed to take a few good shots, you decided to take a few later before sun set and were about to tell Hoseok to go back when you heard footsteps approaching you both. You looked to see none other than the Kai himself. “Hey Y/n” he said and you straightened up, but Hoseok’s arms were still firmly held around your waist, “Hi Kai” you said. “This is-” you were interrupted by HOseok who slid off one hand to offer Kai and said “Jung Hoseok, the boyfriend” Kai shook it and the hand came back on your waist. “It’s been such a long time,” he said, “How are you doing?”. “Work is busy but I am doing well”. “I heard you two became public recently, how's that coming around” he asked, “That is great actually, now I can do this without being afraid that our company would take care of it” Hoseok said and all you could do was nod and blush. “How are things with you and Ashley?” You asked, breaking the silence, Kai was a bit taken aback, did he still think you would avoid this question, “We’re.. Engaged now, so good I hope” he said and before anyone could say something else you heard Jin say “Children it's time for Foot volleyball” and everyone cheered. 

This game was more intense than the previous one and nobody wanted to lose. Jin being the point keeper shouted the point at every point gains and services. The game point was decided to be 30, which was soon increased to 40 as the girls had reached 20 when the boys were at 17. It was a game of hustle as many of the players fell face first on the sand and Jin had a Gala time recording the whole thing on his film camera, that was standing on a tripod at a distance that filmed the both sides. The best was when a ball thrown by Yuna face planted on Kai’s and half of you doubled in laughter as Suyeon shouted “On your face, literally”. You found Hoseok eyeing you from across the net and you stuck out a tongue at him making him chuckle that he almost didn't notice the ball coming right at him but he caught it at the last moment thank god for his reflexes. It was ultimately declared a tie when all the players dropped on the floor out of fatigue and hotel workers came out with the lunches. You haven’t had this much fun in ages, you told hHoseok to go get a place as you went off to use the rest room near by. 

“You know I was so glad that Y/n finally found someone you’ve been so lonely” Yuna said to someone whom Hoseok assumed to be her and Suyeon’s cousin. On hearing this “Does not being in a relationship make one lonely?” Hoseok asked with a firm smile. “No, but she surely wasn’t happy, this is the happiest I have seen her in ages” Yuna said smiling fondly at your retreating form. He planned on keeping that smile right there anyhow. Once you came back the they started eating, it was fun to laugh at the various incidents that just happened and just be at ease, this time even Jinyoung squeezed into the net something about missing his sweet sister, but you knew why he was there and it happened. 

“He face planted?” Hoseok said in shock. “Yes directly from the swing as Taehyung he remembers he was there too, thank god those were her milk teeth” Jinyoung said and Hoseok said “I think Y/n would look good even with a chipped tooth” Hoseok said. “You say that now, but it you’d have seen her bawl back then” Taehyung said as You cut him off saying “I swear I will murder you!” as hoseok hugged and held you back. All of you doubling up in laughter. “Y/n? Won’t you sing for the reception?” Taehyung suddenly asked. “What? Tae no. You know I don’t sing anymore” you said. “But, it’s my wedding, at least this time you should” Jinyoung requested, “I’ll see” you said and stood up to walk to the shore “I’ll get some nice pictures” you said and walked off, again Hoseok behind you. 

Strangely, this time he doesn’t speak may be cause he understood that you did not want to either. So he just let you silently click photos, and the two of you sat down in the soothing sunlight. As if testing the waters Hoseok put a comforting hand on your shoulder and then layed your head on his shoulder. “You don’t need to tell me shit until you feel comforfortable with it, but just know that I am here and I mean it” you inched a bit closer to him at that. Unknown to the two of you, a few pair of eyes awed at the cuteness of the two of you. It was fixed that everyone would meet at the Hotel pub at 9 so you all went to your rooms. You found the dress Jimin had packed for THIS exact purpose, it was a bit short for your liking, and you did have a back up dress for it, but you left a bit risky, so you slipped on the dress and did some light make up and tied your hair in a ponytail. 

You left the room and went and knocked on Seokjin’s and Hoseok’s door, Seokjin openned and wolf called only for Hoseok to glace and stay stunned for a few minutes, well you wouldn’t lie you did the same. He looked ravishing in that dress shirt that he left unbuttoned a bit. “If you two are done oggling each other can we go? Or should I leave the room?”Jin said pulling you two back to real life. As you left for the lift to be soon joined by Jin and Hoseok. “I really wanna get drunk on some good booze” Jin said, “We all love a good booze” you agreed only to see Hoseok nodding his head too, you hope he didn’t drink too much this man is very light in sense for alcohol tolerence. WHen you reached the area it was a small and cozy one and seemed nice, you and Hoseok made ways to the bar and ordered some shots, which were mostly consumed my you. Yuna and some other friends occasionally came up to talk to you two, but the two of you in general stood and judged the others, you felt light, like you didn’t need to put up a front and you were getting comfortable. Well, you were also getting tipsy or may be were a bit past that who cared and may be that is why when one of your favourie songs came up you rushed to the dance step, Hoseok in tow. The two of you moved to the beat, you can’t deny you didn’t feel a bit sensual and hance when you turned around and grinded you ass on Hoseoks core, you liked the groan that came out of his mouth. The two of you were lost in your own world and nothing mattered. All that you knew was this man attached to you, with his hands on your hips, who is moving his body as it in response to yours. The two of you were suddenly broken apart when you heard H.O.T’s Candy play and Jinyoung called you out “Sister!!! THIS IS OUR JAM!!” the man was clearly drunk and hence his enthuasism was over the ceiling. The people made a way in the middle as you ran to join Jinyoung. Hitting step by step, this was one song that you and you brother agreed on being the best. Having seen it over 50,000 times and danced to it at some point it became a ritual to dance to it together no matter where it played. 

On the side lines, Kai smiled looking at his best friend so happy, and you too, a fond memory came to his mind of the time when you all were around 15 and this song started playing in a mall and you two had started dancing then and there. However Ashley didn’t like this attention you were getting. As the song came to and end you and Jinyoung came to the ending position even drunk the either of you never missed a single beat and somehow that turned Hoseok more on and made him more attracted to you. You returned to him with a big smile in face. You, Yuna and Suyeon soon disappeared only to return an hour later drunker than ever, all gigly, Hoseok was swaying too he wouldn’t lie. It was way past midnight and people had started going, only a few cousins and friends were left so Hoseok thought it was best to take you to your room. He supported you and took you too your room his plan was to get you to bed then go back to get Jin hyung as he had the key card. But, you shut the door behind you two and grabbed his collar and shook it hard and said “YOU! What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t!” You said pouting. Hoseok went into instant panic to think he might have done something wrong and so he asked “What Y/n? What did I do?” 

“You’re giving me false hope. What are we? Are we all, ALL PRETEND?” You asked. Is that what you thought? Is that why there always was a hesitance in your eyes? Because the moment Hoseok landed on Jeju he had decided he won’t pretend or hold back, he would show you how you feel. “I wish you knew how much I really want you, Y/n” he said holding your waist and pulling you closer. “Do you? Then why don’t you kiss me? Show me you want me?” you said. “Because you are drunk” Hoseok said simply “But, I am sober enough to make clear decisions Hobi” you said, again with that nickname. One on his hands left the warmth of your waist and landed on your neck and pulledyou painfully close to him, your both alcoholic breath mingling, you couldn’t bare it you tightened your hold on his collar and pulled him closer crashin your lips to his, and at that moment every romance novel you’ve ever read came alive. You knew what the writers meant when they said ‘Fire works’. You salivas mixing up as you tried to pull him closer and so did he, his hands travel down lower and lower and land on your butt and he used to bring you closer and grind into you, the alcohol was taking over and he knew he’d lose control and you had already dropped any control you had, and neither of you could help that thought. Too busy to taste each other, try to memorise this feeling, suddenly a knocked forced the two of you apart. You found Taehyung and Kai some how holding up Jin. “Oh it’s Y/n’s door? SOrry then the next one must be Jin hyung’s” Taehyung said. “I-I should go help them” Hoseok said before he left and like that you somehow locked the door and went to sleep, too tired to realise what had happened. 

You woke up the next morning to a knock, “one minute” you called out, you woke up to being a complete mess. “I’ll need a mkinute” you said not waiting to listen for the reply you quickly take of yesterday’s dress and wear a random t-shirt and shorts you found lying and picked up a make up wipe to wipe of the make up that was now smudged. You opened the door to see Hoseok with a plate of soup and medicine. You let him in and went inside the bathroom again, when yesterday’s occurrences rushed to your mind. You wanted to slap yourself, Shit! You kissed him and he rushed out. “Y/n? Are you okay in there?” Hoseok finally asked. “Um.. Yes. No” you said. “I hope you remember we have lunch with your family in like a few hours” he said. Plan change you wanted to hit you head on the fucking sink. “Come out Y/n” he said again. And you did, “Come here and sit” he motion to the chair in front of him and said “Drink this and take this medicine so that the headache won’t be there by lunch time.” He said. “What about you?” you asde. “I wasn’t that drunk just the meds were enough,” he said with a dimpled smiled. And you did, you did a bit of small talk, neither of you bringing up yesterday’s night. Soon, Hoseok left to let you change and you decided on a loose t-shirt and some jeans, Hoseok was in some Jeans shorts and buttoned-down hawaiian shirt, somehow looking gorgeous in even that. “Lets go babe” he said, you looked around to see that the whole corridor was empty, gosh your mind is a mess, you wish you had Jimin with you to help to sort it out. With 100 thoughts running through your mind, you never realised when you reached the dining space. Hey, Hoseok said squeezing your interlaced hand, “I’m here okay. Just for you” he told, making you smile. You both took seats beside your grandma, this was a huge table, which was soon joined by Seokjin, his mum, your parents, your brother, an uncle, Taehyung and Kai and Ashley. It was all merry chatter until one of your aunts threw a question “So Y/n, how did you and Hoseok meet?” 

“Us? Long time. Like when I went to Seoul I joined this dance group, Hoseok and his group were our rivals” You said, saying the truth. “Oh, so was it love at first sight or fight, something like that?” Ashley asked cocking her head. “No, not for for her” Hoseok said “huh?” Taehyung seemed confused. “She hated me since day one, while I just wanted to make a friend but she somehow hated my guts” he said “That was because you were a showoff” you retorted. “I was trying to impress you, I’ve told you that” Hoseok said “Anyways” he continued “We got scouted by the same studio and then got promoted to the entertainment, and we were fullon rivals” he said dramatically. “Insults, jabs and went in daily, until one day I’ve ad enough, so I went up to here and told her, how I wanted us to stop fighting and how much I needed her” he said changing his glance to you, “She did make me work for it, but we did get there. I made her believe that I would never let her be lonely or face challenges alone. That I wanted us to do that together” He said as you family were all awing and cooing. 

You brain told you it was just a fabricated story but something about the look on Hoseok’s eye told your heart otherwise, and so did the warm hand that wrapped yours from under the table. Soon the food was served and you all got engrossed in chatter. Helmoni was telling Hoseok how Jinyoung and I used to fight for chocolates and she always had to bring extra and everyone laughed. She also said that next time onwards when she sends her Kimchi she’ll send some extra for Hoseok, for Helmoni’s books that meant welcome to the family. Before the desserts were served you excused yourself to go to the washroom, amidst all the chatter nobody watched Ashley of her seat as well. You were on your way back when you heard “Oh little Y/n lookat you having a perfect love story after being thrown away by Taehyungie” she said caressing the engagement ring on her finger. “Congratulations Ashley” you said straight. “Really? Thanks. Must hurt a bit, this could have been you, oops.” she said “But I don’t care, you can have Taehyung, its better for you” you said. “Oh really look at you being high acting ass strong when you can’t even sing after what I, no, WE did to you” she said. “Y/nie! Y/nie, here you are” you saw you Helmoni come your way. “What are you doing here, leaving your man alone, the poor guy looks like a lost puppy” She said. The thought of Hoseok looking like a lost puppy really lifted your mood leaving Ashley’s words at the back of your mind. Your parents and brother were all so happy to finally see you with happy, and specially with how much Hoseok cared about you. 

The two of you returned to your room and sat down. “What happened” Hoseok asked, instantly. “What?” you asked. “You and Helmoni came back, followed by Ashley. What did she say?” He asked, taking your hand in his. That look on his face he literally looked like a lost puppy almost begging you to open up, to trust him. “She.” you started and took a huge breath “She used to be my best friend since kindergarten, sang and danced together. Kai was my brother’s best friend and when in around middle school he started to hang out with me more she got jealous and started  bullying me to the point of humiliating me in school in subtle ways that nobody could point it to her. When Kai and I got together she stopped so much as to lurk around me and I thought she gave up. Me and Kai were together for almost 3 years, until, I heard Taehyung one day that he saw Kai with some other girl. At that I was preparing for auditions and different entertainment companies, Making dance and singing clips” you pause taking a breath and Hoseok pulled you closer encasing you with his arm protectively. “I found out then that Taehyung was helping Ashley use my voice to make her clips and also various texts that made it clear that they were sleeping together. I wanted to tell my brother, but I know he’d blame himself for letting Kai get close to me when it wasn’t his fault, so I never told him. I moved to Seoul and he told people we broke up, I couldn’t take it. Then he and ashley started dating openly after a few months. I decided to never sing again, that is what she actually jabbed me about today” You completed, Hoseok wanted to just go and puch that smug face of Kai but he held it in. You laid your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“I am sorry you had to go through that, all alone” he said

“It’s okay, but you tell me now that I told you, Why did you take me to that party?” you asked. “Other than the fact that I wanted it to be you, it was for my dad, he says we should either marry for love or business. Like marriage is very important, he actually has cancer and seeing me single makes him feel afraid that I’ll stay alone, so he forced me on blind dates. But I could never realy like that, not when all I could think of was how I wanted each of them to be you. So I had to get you, but seemes like fate had a different idea” He said and you laughed. “Y/n, you need to know that nothing I said so far was fake, to your family or to you. I what I told to your parents, I meant every word, we, us, this is real” He said. “We are as real as the moons, the sun and the freaking stars. ANd Y/n I love you so much” he said looking straight into your eyes, your brain had stopped functioning, its true, all true, “kiss me” 

(Smut alert.. You can skip the italics part if you want)

Fisting your t-shirt he said “Are you sure? Cause I swear this time I wouldn’t be able to stop”. “Then don’t” you said and with that he claimed your lips to be his, his hands snaked around you waist and with a swift move you were strandling him, lips never parting, Soon you felt you t-shit get untucked and you felt his hands on you bare skin sending shiver down you spine and warmth in your core. Your tongues fought for dominance and you let himtake control as his tongue traveled every nook of your mouth. When you parted a string pf saliva was left between the two, and Hoseok didn’t waste a single moment and attached his lips to your neck leaving open mouth kisses until you take in a deep breath leading him to break into a smirk as he decorated your shoulder with a hickey, you urged him to take you yoor top and he compiled and your hands instantly went to unbutton his shirt that was soon discharged somewhere in the room. You moved you hips on his thighs to gain some friction earning a groa from his throat. You interlaced your finger with her hair at the back of his head and pulled it making him faceyou as you licked along his jawline leaving butterfly kisses and occasional bites. You could feel yourself get wetter and wetter as the two of you attacket each nother now naked in bed as he sucked on one of your boob and assaulted the other with his hand. “Fuck” you cursed. “Say it baby” he said, “Fuck Hobi, I need you” you said. “Do you know how much more I’ve always needed you” he said, you knew his member was already hard, you saw it over the boxers. “Off” you finally managed to say and like an obedient man he did, he took them offf as his member sprang free, you immediate took off yours and pulled him closer to kiss his mouth “Please Hoseok fucking make me your” you said na dthat sparked something in Hoseok as he pushed up and in one swift motion put his whole length inside you making you gasp for air. “Look at you gasping now, who was whining like a needy bitch” he said. “More” you managed to say as Hoseok’s thrust grew faster and faster. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head and he rammed into you mercilessly, resulting to you turning into a moaning mess. “Ho-Hobi” you said as Hobi graned feeling you clench around him, he knew you were close, he was too, “lets get it together” he said. “I- cant hold it” you said as you felt the knot get undone and you came, feeling the warmth was all it took for Hoseok to follow suit, he rode through both of your climaxes.

(End of smut)

He dropped beside you, instantly cuddling to you, The two of you caught your breath when he suddenly said “May be you should sing for your brother’s wedding” he said. “It’s tomorrow” you said. “We have time, come one” he said and pulled you to the bathroom. 

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Hence, you were, sitting on stage at the reception of you brother and Suyeon, singing to Sunflower by Post Malone as Taehyung strumed a guitar. You looked to the table where Hoseok wa sitting looking at you still in awe, to hear your voice. But this look was nothing compared to the one he gave you when he saw you walk down the ilse to pass the ring to you brother and sister-in-law. He then made it to stone, he will never let you go, and somehow the look on his face now, conveyed the same message to you, as you winked at him on the line 

“You’re a sunflower, I think your love would be too much”

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You later looked through your phone to find a million texts from Jimin and Jungkook with pictures and posts from dispatch, to know whats going on. Hoseok laughed as he saw that from over your shoulder. “I think we should call him later” he said, to agreed imagining a very excited Jimin eating Jungkook’s head to know the Tea.

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Rando anon, sorry, but I just got back into BL fandom. I heard about the poi incident that happened in april I think, and I thought things were okay since Build had a concert recently. If you dont mind, could you tell me what exactly is going on? Unless you were just venting about the past... thanks in advance!

hi human, if you don't mind I'm gonna turn this post into some of a rant, because I'm about to implode. Sorry, it's not because of you, but because I've had enough of people treating other people as some saint idols just because they're actors instead of treating them as FUCKING HUMAN BEINGS. And disclaimer, I am mentally tired. So tired.

(I'm gonna do bit of summary of everything, so if you don't have time skip to next brackets for what's happening now)

To all hell bent on laughing at us and 'proving us wrong': You think some pretty face is gonna make me forget my morals? We've been there, 7 months of hell, every minute of it. Cause when you love someone you WILL make sure you make a very informed decision if you'll continue or not and you WILL sacrifice the time to do it properly.

We turned every information upside down to analyse it properly and find what is the truth and what is fabrication, so my stance is very solid. I'm making an informed decision (unlike all the people that only come to me saying he's in wrong without any proofs, only shouting).

What you could've missed?

Perhaps you missed that it was Build who made himself scarce to the point his family didn't want to leave him alone for a minute in fear of what he might do to himself while Poi was trying to obsessively reach him, provoking him to speak to her, changing her narrative every 5 seconds, happily insulting people around, left and right, including Builds sister for being some lowly single mother because her husband passed away, INCLUDING religion (islam specifically) and sending death threads to fans. Which of their actions screams A Victim and which Abuser? I beg you use your brain for a bit.

Build is the one who waited for subpoena, since Poi was shouting she was at court (she wasn't). Build is the one who went to court with a folder thick with concrete and empirical evidence. BUILD is the one PROVEN INNOCENT BY A COURT.

And POI is the one who ADMITTED TO MAKING THINGS UP.

(now what's happening currently)

Every time Build tries to move on with his life, some low life (you can guess twice who) brings up unverified 'accusations' against him.

He said it himself, if you don't like him, just don't stay in a fandom. Just don't go around spreading more hate and misinformation about him.

He.just.wants.to.live.in.peace.

As I said in my convo with a hater under my latest post: Is leaking private photos okay when it's half naked man? Is leaking private chats okay if it's a man? There's several 'new' accounts spreading his private half naked photos that were taken without his consent or knowledge he's being photographed (taken by Poi). And now the account is spreading chats (not verified) where he badmouths his colleagues and company.

First of all, there is a fake translation of those chats, that is done by (wonder wonder) a completely new burner account (joined to twt this month I think). Secondly, Build only apologized for the chats leaked yesterday (was it noon?) in those he is complaining about unfair treatment he got from his former company (BOC).

Build never left anything for which he was truthfully responsible for go without an apology.

Why is he required to constantly apologize for the fact that HE COMPLAINED TO HIS FRIEND IN HIS PRIVATE CHAT ABOUT UNFAIR TREATMENT AT THE WORKPLACE?

I'm absolutely sure (sarcasm) that if all of your private chats got leaked now you would come out of it as absolute saints.

And then the account continued to publish thai chats with misleading captions, and fake translations, while the actual translations of those chats weren't that bad as the caption wants you to believe.

All in all it's just a normal person venting to his friends about his life and private matters.

Oh and did I tell you about that account threatening Build to leave the entertainment industry or they never stop?

As of today, guess who's again going to court because he's getting continuous harrassment? Build.

Because he's a victim, whose abuser is constantly attacking him and he has no other means to defend himself but the official jurisdiction.

And think what you want, but the lack of action from the company's side while he was under their care, unfair treatment, complicity in assuring he's gonna stay with Poi when he tried to seek a way out, throwing him under bus while he was under their management and also after, playing on both sides.....

I'll let you make up your mind. But there is too many things that just click together and for me: BOC as a company is complicit. In harrassment, in abuse. They are still working with and following Poi.

If you don't wanna see Build as victim, what about Barcode then? She harrassed him. What about Mile and Apo then? SHE HARRASSED THEM.

Yet the company is still working with her, because she has money and power and they have a sinking boat and planned projects.

I said what I said.

That cursed company will never see a damn penny from me ever again.

And someone on twitter said enlightening thing.

Why is it only now, only THIS company that has a problem with Build? While people from all his previous projects (actors, directors) are hyping him up and supporting him?

Build just wants to live his life. He is just a human being, as we all are. We sometimes do weird shit and bad shit and vent to our friends. But because he's public person he needs to be humiliated and treated like shit publicly while if it was you or me we'd just disapear for a week in our room and no repercussions would await us after?

Build is not an abuser. He is proven innocent BY COURT.

All he ever did was that he trusted the wrong people.