#hardworking talented guy

[peacestew]

Tarjei Sandvik Moe | actor appreciation

source:@mariamena_official

[rucow]

one version wasn't enough so i made 3

[iconicbuck]

"I'm not going back for them. I'm going back for me."

The way Oliver Stark delivered the line says how skilled he is in his craft.

Some actors could've shouted/yelled the hell out of that line and scrunched their faces for more emphasis, but Oliver knows the line itself is powerful enough. The way he delivered it in a relaxed and whispery manner made the statement even more powerful. Making the scene more powerful.

[dykesbites]

hi ^_^

omg . what kind of musical prodigy were u

[not-so-rosyyy]

Spider-Man has contributed to the HAPPINESS of his life? Get out here, they’re too cute.

I mean, SM really catapulted his career to where it is now, made him a multi-millionaire, AND got him to meet (and also later, reconnect with) the love of his life. If that's not something that makes a man happy, idk what will

[vanishinthebreeze]

Thinking about how in the Echoes of Wednesday episode of Let’s Make a Music Jonah says he can’t really sing, and then all the tracks in LMAM and from The Altogether where his vocal pitch and timbre is like exactly what’s needed to perfect the track in the way they do, but mostly how Fences is the most consistently-Jonah-singing album of The Altogether yet and how every track is 👏 so good 👏 and how I hope to dear god that Jonah recognises that not only can he SING but his voice adds so much to so many of his songs

[acciojaeyun]

under the web | p.sh.

PAIRING. officemate!sunghoon x fem!reader

SUMMARY. there's something about the way people seemed to scurry about whenever park sunghoon from the IT department would be coming to whichever area of the office. that's something that would be all because of you, his lovely officemate. your constant teasing and mockery of that one thing you know about park sunghoon made it seem to reach the headlines, and park sunghoon was determined to let you know that you're not the boss here.

CONTENTS. smut, some angst, some fluff. smut with plot. not beta-read. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

SMUT WARNINGS. making out, humiliation, implied dom vs. dom dynamics, dirty talk, slight exhibition, curses, virginity, unprotected sex (please practice safe s), reader is a jealous menace (a bit stalker-ish), mentions of manga, mentions of other members, if i forgot some, lmk!

WORD COUNT. 4.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. this will be my first ever sunghoon fic after a long while! i did take a hugeee slump after writing ( and had never been so inspired to write oneshots until now. and i'm such a sucker for glasses hoon and this is the product of it. thank you so much for reading! <3

MY LIBRARY. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It was an annoying morning.

Or well, for you, it was annoying. For you had to witness a group of interns gushing over the "guy with rolled sleeves and glasses making his coffee," and you scoffed when they mentioned that he looked like an Americano drinker, which, in their words, made him more attractive.

You rolled your eyes, the guy that they were talking about never liked Americano. In fact, his black instant coffee had the same amount, if not more, of cream added to his stainless steel coffee tumbler.

How did you know about that, though?

One thing about you was that you knew Park Sunghoon very well. He was the Class Salutatorian of Batch 2023, bachelor's in Information Technology. It was pretty impressive, if you were to ask everyone else. Park Sunghoon was immediately hired by the company that you are working in, and while you can say that Sunghoon did deserve both the position and the benefits, you couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve the attention men and women alike were pouring him.

Of course, if anything, it should be you showering him attention. But, you wouldn't do that. Not when you're Y/N Y/L/N. You're the darling of the company, the sweetheart, so to speak. Because even though you cannot be of the same level as that of talent, knowledge, and skill which Sunghoon possess along with his looks, you were a pretty hardworking person.

Being in the Marketing Department also had its hardships, and while you still pray for the day commoners stop shunning down your bachelors, you are able to supply yourself with your needs and wants just by exerting everything you've learned in business and people-speaking.

But there was something about Park Sunghoon that makes him your own thesis.

Your own skill in building relationships didn't seem to work on him as much as you had hoped. Okay, let's admit it, you had taken a liking into Park Sunghoon. The quiet IT Specialist that exuded looks that were enough to make women fall to their knees.

A little bit of chit-chat here and there, some subtle glances and light touches, you were still far from the starting line. Park Sunghoon still hadn't reciprocated at least a fraction of your advancement towards him.

And by now, you're almost as helpless as it could be as you're munching on your own lunch, eyes over the cubicle of the IT department, watching how Sunghoon eats his sandwich, gaze never leaving his computer as he typed in codes with his other hand.

"How's the thing with Mr. Cold guy doing?" Sunoo would nudge your side as he caught you staring at Sunghoon for the nth time today.

You rolled your eyes for the nth time today as well, "He's so annoying."

"Now, he's annoying? Please, Y/N, cut yourself some slack. You need to get humbled, too, you know?" The blonde boy laughed as he sipped on his coffee.

"I just don't know how he hasn't caught up on it yet," you groaned, stabbing your fork on the penne pasta that you had on your lunchbox, "I've been doing a lot! How come he's still oblivious!"

"That, or he knows and just doesn't want to do anything."

You furrowed your eyebrows at Sunoo, "What do you mean?"

"Please, you're practically throwing yourself at him, it's a miracle how he hasn't caught up on yet."

"Or, he's a virgin."

Sunoo laughed, "Maybe,"

A loud thud on your desk was heard throughout the department as you placed your lunchbox down, "I'll talk to him."

"Again?" Sunoo looked at you, bewildered. "And, while he's working?"

"What, can't he handle a little distraction?"

"With you almost pushing your boobs towards his face? I think not."

"You know what? Fuck you." You flipped your best friend off, making him laugh as he ate his tteokbokki happily, ready to see you in your downfall yet again.

You, on the other hand, were determined. Straightening your slacks and blouse, grabbing your laptop, you made your way over to the IT Department, greeting everyone along the way while making a beeline straight to Sunghoon.

"Hi," you greeted.

Sunghoon hummed, his eyes still not leaving his screen.

"I mean to come to you to help me with a feature on the application that we're using?"

The boy glanced at you, his chewing coming to a slow halt.

"What about it?"

"Oh, I was hoping that I can access the Network's files? I've forgotten my flash drive at home and I only have access to some of the files but it would be in Sunoo's disk."

Sunghoon flashed you an impressed look at your terms, at the bare minimum.

"It'd be against company policy to allow you to access other people's disks without their consent, Ms," Sunghoon cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "and besides, aren't you friends with Mr Kim, anyway? Why wouldn't you ask him directly?"

"Uh, well..." you trailed off, "well, Sunoo also has the copy of this file on his flash drive, and coincidentally, he has also forgotten it at home!"

The boy raised an eyebrow at you. He was not buying it, you thought.

But your thoughts were proven wrong as Sunghoon swivelled in his chair, clicking on the multiple tabs open until he had manipulated the system for the time-being upon your request.

Your hands glanced on his hands, so dainty, long, and pretty. You wondered how it would feel around your neck, or in your pussy.

"It'll be open only for your access, Ms," Sunghoon said, looking up at you, "I'll be resetting it to company's default after forty-five minutes. Would that be enough time for you to get your files?"

You nodded, "Yes, thank you,"

"Do you have anything else for me to help with?" Sunghoon looked at you with a raised brow, making you blush.

"N-No, not that I know of, thank you, Sunghoon," you smiled at him.

He merely nodded before opening his coding software, clearly blocking you out from all his senses as he returned to eating his sandwich and work.

You pursed your lips, inhaling a large breath as you excused yourself from his cubicle, greeting yet another group of people acknowledging your presence as you made your way out of their department.

You were not expecting what you are seeing.

Not at all.

Whatever it was, there seems to be a glitch in the system as you also had an access to Sunghoon's drive.

You see, it was not your fault you were a bit nosy over your crush. You had taken a liking in him, and maybe, you think, there may be some stuff about him in his drive that could let you know a little more about him.

If not him, then, maybe, technology, his trusted friend, could help you.

You've seen his curriculum vitae, all the data he's working with, his clients, as well as a folder of his personal stuff which included torrented movies.

You laughed, his degree really has his perks.

You were so close to clicking off the movie folder named "O", but as you clicked on the next folder, named "P," you gasped at the number of porn videos were downloaded into the folder.

And all of them had the same theme: office sex.

It maybe too much, but in your mind, it made sense, when you were noticing how each of the female partners had the same features as you. Smirking to yourself, you glanced a look at the IT Specialist, bingo.

Surprised would be an understatement when Sunghoon entered the pantry as he went through his usual routine: leave his things at his desk, make his creamy coffee, work, leave to buy Subway for lunch, work, leave at 5:30 PM sharp.

He was surprised when the first people in the pantry left as he entered the room, furrowing his eyebrows when he heard faint words such as, "porn," "boundaries," and "couldn't he have had downloaded it in his own laptop?"

Now, Sunghoon may have been overthinking. His quiet life at work was already enough for him. But there was something bugging him for the first time in his life as he placed water in his stainless cup, especially when after making his coffee, no one would even dare look at him as he made his way to his cubicle, men and women, alike, swivelling their chairs to move farther from him, as if he were a plague.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, it was getting to his nerves.

And if it weren't for Jake, his only friend in the department, who initially swivelled his chair away form Sunghoon, but then decided to swivel back as Sunghoon didn't even stand up for lunch, who told him about the rumours that spread about him, he wouldn't have known, and there was only one person who would have accessed his files.

You.

He snickered at the story Jake was telling him, and left Jake to his imagination whether the story was true or not, only giving him a shrug when the older did try to confirm to him.

"Believe what you want," Sunghoon responded, typing aggressively on his keyboard, "besides, I think you have, since you initially scooted away from me."

"Look, man," Jake scooted closer, whispering, "if it's not true, I could tell it to them, you know? I don't want them to think of you as some horny teenager who doesn't know about work boundaries."

"As if they're going to believe you," Sunghoon curtly responded before pressing a key harshly before looking at his friend, "if it came from Y/N, no one would even bat an eye at you."

"Y/N? Why her?"

"Only she had access to my files yesterday. Wouldn't it be too much of a coincidence if the story only spread now?" He chuckled, amused.

"So, it's true?"

Sunghoon shrugged again.

"Are you going to do something to address it?"

"Address it? What for? They already think I'm some horny dude, anyway."

"Well," Jake licked his lips, "just send me the stashes next time, too, okay?"

Sunghoon laughed.

Your plan was working.

A lot of people had taken their distances from Park Sunghoon. Making you think you're progressing at your plan to keep people away from him.

You can't help it. As long as there were hindrances in your way towards Sunghoon, you think there would be little chances to make your advances to him. You had yet to tell Sunoo, but you know that he was already aware of the rumour, and he would ask you about it after his client events.

So, while everyone had left Sunghoon alone in the pantry, that was your cue to enter the pantry. Making your way as calmly as possible to the counter as possible, you placed your food on the microwave, heating your breakfast as Sunghoon was stirring his drink in his cup.

"I never took you as the guy," you sighed, faking sympathy, getting more annoyed as you never got any reaction from the boy.

"I was expecting more from you, Mr. Salutatorian, I'm sure you know about policy since you were so high and mighty about it when I tried to get into Sunoo's files," you continued, watching his every reaction.

But he remained stoic. And that irked you.

You were about to open your mouth when the microwave had beeped, making you jump and take your food, frustrated over the fact that Sunghoon was ignoring you. Forgetting that it was still hot and you didn't retrieve the mittens beside it, you burned your fingers, finally getting Sunghoon's attention.

He discarded his coffee and immediately went his way over to you, grabbing a hold of your hand before examining your fingers, his eyes never leaving it as he tried to suck on it in attempts of both soothing the wound and seducing you.

Your breath hitched, making you look at him. What the hell was he doing?

"S-Sunghoon?"

He smirked at you as he pushed your fingers to his mouth, wetting your pointer finger with his warm tongue, only for him to retract it and swirl it on the tip of it.

"There's one menace between the two of us," Sunghoon whispered as he pulled away, leaning in to you, "and it's not gonna be you."

You let out a breath you didn't know you held as he pulled away and made his way out of the pantry.

Weeks later, you found yourself mad at Park Sunghoon.

Because after the incident at the pantry, he seemed to be hovering in your space more times than you would like. And while it did seem the best thing for you, it wasn't. For Sunghoon was not only hovering, but he made sure his presence was made known whenever he was around.

Holding on your waist, rubbing his crotch against your bum, rolling his sleeves whenever he knew you looked at him – while keeping his unbothered expression at his face.

Other than that, you were thinking he was losing his game as another person had suddenly took a liking into you. Food in carton boxes at your table by the morning you come in to work, and while you had hoped that it were him, your hopes were shut down as fifteen minutes after you had arrived from work, only had then Sunghoon, too.

Flowers were also hard to miss every week. There was a different flower every week, the whole department gushing whenever you grab a stem on your desk. And while you had hoped it was Sunghoon, again, you looked at his desk and see him in his natural habitat: working and face straight to the computer.

By this time, you had grown infuriated. Because you felt like he was toying with you. Especially when he was not paying you any attention at the Thanksgiving Party your office had held after reaching more than the targeted quarterly sales, and it was because of you! Why wasn't he giving you any attention?

Blame it on the alcohol in your system, and your innate drive to prove something to Sunghoon, a trait of yours that you have acquired overtime, you made your way towards the guy who was alone at the bar, nursing his on the rocks with his finger dancing around the rim of the glass.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" you spat, annoyed.

Sunghoon turned on his seat, smirking at you, "For being the best employee?"

"What else!"

He chuckled, taking a sip on his drink, "Congratulations, princess,"

You scoffed, "That's it?"

He grinned, "What, you'd want me to kneel for you?"

You were stunned. "You know what? Whatever, Sunghoon, I feel like I'm just a game to you, anyway."

And maybe that's what did it for Sunghoon, because the moment you uttered those words, you found yourself being pulled by your wrist outside of the ballroom you were in by none other than Park Sunghoon himself.

"Let go of me, Sunghoon!" you said as you tried to escape from his grasp.

But Sunghoon did not budge, he was determined on making you regret what you say. He pushed the fourteenth floor button, the floor where he was staying, and even though it took quite a while to get to the floor, Sunghoon didn't even try to lay his hands on you, it was better for him to do it on his bed, anyway.

Because you deserved it.

The moment the elevator doors opened, you found yourself being pulled to his room, with heavy breaths as he discarded his suit jacket on the couch, he turned around and met you in a passionate kiss, surprising both you and Sunghoon.

Ah, if there was one thing you didn't know about Sunghoon? Was the fact that he was a virgin. He never had any relationships in the past, and it had only been you whom he was very attracted by. So, it was bound to happen, perhaps. Sunghoon giving you his virginity in the hopes of you reciprocating his feelings.

But Sunghoon was a realistic man, of course, he knew that he was just your own entertainment. Having a lot of suitors here and there, he knew he had to step up his game.

That meant, letting you see through his drive because he was scared of doing the first move of asking you out on a proper date, because everyone was always first in doing so.

A few occurrences later, Sunghoon had decided on levelling his courtship up by bringing you food to your table the moment he gets to work. His bag still on his hand as he ordered your favourite meal as he sped placing it on your table before making his coffee.

Sunghoon had started realising that you liked flowers, so he had brought it upon himself to at least give you flowers every week, keeping it anonymous before he finally musters enough confidence to tell you that it was him who was giving you the gifts.

Not Jake, not Jay, and most certainly not Heeseung.

So, he hopes he had translated all of his misunderstood feelings into the kiss, cupping your jaw as he pushes his tongue in your mouth, swallowing the moan that you had blessed him.

"You drive me so fucking crazy, Y/N," he groans into the kiss, "accusing me of playing with you when you were the one who started this in the first place." He trails off, his lips pressing onto your mouth up and down before stopping by the skin near your collarbones for him to suck.

You let out a whimper, too lost in the feeling of his lips on your skin, "You drive me so fucking crazy, too," you start, letting your head fall back to have the boy kiss more of your skin, "I don't know what's on your mind most of the time." Sunghoon had found your sweet spot below your ear, making you gasp.

The boy hummed, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your body flush against his, slowly rolling his hips forward so you could feel his hard cock pressed against you, "Well, it's about time you know that you take over the expanse of my mind, princess."

You were already soaking wet at this point, basking in how Sunghoon looked today, you swear you could feel yourself salivating over how he presents himself. You pull his face away from your neck, locking your lips in an uncoordinated kiss. "I need you, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon groaned, kissing you for a moment longer before abiding to his girl's needs. His cock was aching, and you needed him. It was time to cut the chase.

"My needy little slut," Sunghoon growls as he teased you by rubbing your clit over your panties, and when he slid his hands through her folds, he was met by pleasing wetness, making him chuckle, "You've been trying to fool everyone with how much of a sweetheart you are, angel," he hummed, rubbing his nose on the crook of your neck, "but you really are a menace. Wanting her Sunghoon to give all of his attention to her,"

"Y-Yes," You moaned, grinding your hips on his fingers, "M-My Sunghoon,"

And when he motions to remove his glasses, you tap his wrist and shook your head, making him realise you never want his glasses off, making him chuckle.

"You liked hearing it, don't you?" Sunghoon inquires as he pushes you to the bed, pulling you over the edge of it as he bites on your panties, pulling it down to pool on your ankles, "You love the idea of me being yours, don't you, Y/N?" He smiles as he sinks his finger in you, curling as you clench around you.

"Yes, I do - shit, Sunghoon!" You managed to say, "I did everything because I only want you! Only you!"

Sunghoon docks his head in between your thighs to hide the blush creeping to his cheeks before pressing hot kisses into the expanse of your inner thighs, fluttering light kisses as his lips made its way to your folds, kissing it before he gives kitten licks to your bud.

Your back arches, satisfying Sunghoon with his little experimentation. He, then, soon, pushes another finger in as he started swirling his tongue on your clit, alternating between licking his tongue flat from your hole up to your clit, making you thrash your legs everywhere.

He moaned when you clamped your legs around his face, urging him to continue his movements, "M' close, Hoon," you whispered, one of your hands leaving the sheets to tangle in his newly-cut hair, and with one more curl of Sunghoon's fingers, you were already tumbling over the edge, your cries of his name falling from your mouth.

"God, you're so beautiful, Y/N," Sunghoon whispers as he cleans you off with his tongue, and when he was done, he pushes himself up as he unbuckles his belt and removes his trousers, discarding the article at some part of the room.

"I wanna ride you," You confess, making Sunghoon blush again, "oh, are you... is this your first time?" You asked, your eyes widening slightly as Sunghoon replied with a nod.

Your heart almost burst at his confession, making you sit up and pull him into a slow kiss, "I want to see how you'd look so damn sexy sitting on my cock, Y/N," Sunghoon breathes, "but I want- I need-"

"Take your time with me, Hoon."

A breath escapes you when Sunghoon finally gets you out of your dress, his hands immediately pinching at your nipple. And without another word, Sunghoon lifts your leg and lines himself to your entrance. And with a heavy breath in, he pushes in slowly, the roll of his hips feeling delicious until he's fully buried inside you, low moans heard throughout the room.

"I, fuck, Y/N," Sunghoon starts, groaning instead as you clench around him. Sunghoon hovers over you, his arms on either side of your head before resting his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes, "God, I love you so much, Y/N."

Before Sunghoon ever regrets he had confessed out of nowhere, you had already pushed your lips on his hungrily, meeting his thrusts, you let out a whine as Sunghoon placed your legs over his shoulders, reaching deeper of you, the same time he rubs slow circles on your clit in time with his harsh thrusts.

"God, you feel so fucking amazing, Y/N," he breathes, earning a chuckle from you as you say, "You're fucking me so good, Hoon,"

Sunghoon smiles at your continuous use of his nickname, before his eyebrows furrow as he lets out a breathless moan as he hit your g-spot, making you squeal, "Jesus, I'm not gonna last much longer!" you say, and you were quick to wrap your legs around his waist, aiming to feel him closer.

"Me either, darling," he whispers, "come with me, please?"

And with a few more thrusts, you feel yourself coming on him, your toes curling, back arching, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head, as your nails rake down Sunghoon's back from his nape. Your walls clench around his cock, making him also reach his climax. He cuts your moans as Sunghoon pulls you to him for a hungry kiss as he empties himself in you.

He slows his thrusts down as he helps you come down from your highs, his lips attached again to your jaw down to your neck, peppering light kisses. And sooner, Sunghoon pulls out and rolls onto his back, his arms around your waist to make you roll on top of him.

A silence was heard in the room as you mindlessly traced irregular shapes on the expanse of Sunghoon's pale skin. He feels like his heart is about to explode from mixed emotions, having the girl of his dreams on top of him, his virginity in your hands – but, at the end of the day, he's unsure about your feelings for him.

However, one thing's for sure: you were all Sunghoon had ever wanted and needed, no matter how much the world can prevent him from doing so.

"I mean every word I said," Sunghoon whispers, kissing your hair, a silent affirmation to the thousand words running in your head.

You giggled, "I feel like I'd look good bouncing on your cock, too, Sunghoon."

"N-Not that.." Sunghoon blushed, "I am really crazy for you, Y/N, but you know, we could just pretend it never happened and think this is a one time thing."

"That's so unfair of you," you say, looking up and leaning your chin on his chest, "because I'd rather have you bringing over lunch and flowers every time if that meant having you every day."

Sunghoon visibly relaxed, smiling at you warmly, "So, it's forever."

"It is."

© acciojaeyun, 2024.

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part one]

warnings: suicide attempt/implication, implication of obsessive thoughts or love, workplace toxicity.

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Hey guys, and welcome to another original yandere oc x series, featuring the good-looking prick and CEO of his family's conglomerate, Yeo Jung-Hwa. This is a collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @pinkgoldweebgirl and @witch-of-the-writing-desk for their honest feedback on the earlier drafts of this project.

Part Two

Everyone has heard or watched the famous daily drama, Love and Fortune. Boasting over 124 episodes, it chronicles the romance between a cold-hearted CEO named Yeo Jung-Hwa and a hardworking, kind-hearted employee at his family’s conglomerate named Hyeong Mun-Hee. Of course, no drama is without conflict because that would be a very boring story to broadcast to the world.

 Including the male lead’s family opposing the idea that would marry someone beneath his social status, the villainous Park Seo-yun refuses to break off her engagement to him even when her feelings are completely one-sided. In retrospect, Park Seo-yun had been written as a vicious and incredibly stupid antagonist so that Heyong Mun-Hee’s perseverance through such bullying and her devotion towards Yeo Jung-Hwa were highlighted and touched the viewers with her kind heart. At least that is what you believe after being trapped in the world of this drama for…how long has it been? A year? Three years?

 It was hard to keep track of time when Being X -  that’s the name you gave to whatever is controlling this world like a goddamned puppeteer - would reset everything if you tried to act out of character such as amiably breaking up with male lead so he could be with Hyeong Mun-Hee or trying to overdose on sleeping meds in a desperate attempt to escape. Presently this was your fourth loop, and you were not going to let everything, the hard work you’ve put in, to be all for nothing.

You were going to move forward.

You were going to survive. 

You were going to have a peaceful life once this drama is over. 

Just say your lines and be ready for the next scene. Right?

According to the drama’s script, the reason that Park Seo-yun worked for the Yeo family’s conglomerate is because everyone thought it would be a brilliant idea for her to see how the business of her future in-laws operated and be prepared to step in if Yeo Jung-Hwa was incapacitated for any reason. In your humble opinion, it is honestly a bad idea for two reasons. One, it isn’t wise to mix business with a marriage, let alone an engagement that is written to be destroyed upon the arrival of the female lead. Two, it just doesn't make sense. Prosperous businesses are supposed to have a qualified Chief Operating Officer, otherwise known as a COO, to implement plans and the direction that the CEO wishes to follow as well as coordinating with other team managers. 

But this is common sense from the real world. You are stuck in a drama and currently the team manager of the conglomerate’s financial department. You might have a nice office in the back where you can see everything, but it barely alleviated your annoyance with Hyung Mun-Hee as she hunched over her desk, texting on her personal phone instead of correcting the mistakes she made on the documents you were supposed to hand out to everyone at today’s meeting; budget allocations, projected growths and downturns, including whether Team Leader Kim Dokja will be able to hire a few more employees that he really needs to help with the IT department’s neverending workflow. 

You know that this is a pivotal scene in both Heyong Mun-Hee’s character development and the beginning of your downfall. You know that after accusing the female lead of slacking off, forcing her to kneel and apologize for paralyzing your department because everyone worked overtime to cover her unexcused absences, this is when the male lead steps in and protects his darling from being bullied further.

To the writers of Love and Fortune: this example of lazy creativity is why your successful series eventually received backlash and everyone demanded a revamped version. In layman’s terms, fuck you assholes for making your job as the villainess a lot more difficult than it should be. 

You already made her kneel and all that jazz in the last two loops and it didn’t do shit. Not this time. You were going to go for a more subtle, professional approach. As long as it seems like you were antagonizing Hyung Mun-Hee because Love and Fortune is written from her point of view, you should be fine. Hopefully. God, you hoped so. 

If you actually got through this scene, you were definitely going to reward the team for their hard work with some baked goods for breakfast or a catered lunch. You haven’t used your infamous black credit card since this loop started. Rolling your shoulders back, you inhaled a slow, deep breath before leaning over towards the printer, grabbing the documents that the female lead emailed to you. You pretended to read them over, eyes narrowing and fingers thumbing through all of them until you reached the end. Rising from your seat, you walked out of the office and addressed the staff, calmly. 

“Excuse me everyone, but may I have a moment of your time?” Your slightly agitated voice caused all seven team members to stare at you with faces that ranged from confusion, fear, and curiosity. You respectfully incline your head. “Thank you.” You held up your little prop in the air for all to see. “Whoever emailed me the paperwork I am to present at this afternoon’s meeting, please come to my office. I have some questions about the context.”

An uneasy silence fell upon the office, making your heart stink. Shit. You needed to improvise and fast before Being X noticed. You sighed, pressing two fingers to the side of your temple to make it seem like you were starting to feel a headache coming on, which funnily enough you were. 

 “I’m not going to bite anyone’s head off, I promise. There are just a few things in here that do not make sense and I’d like to understand before I am to present them as the team leader.” Please take the bait, Heyong Mun-Hee. You thought pleadingly with your eyes closed. If you have any self-respect left or at least feel a little sorry for being lazy, stand up and admit your mistake so that your perseverance shines through in this scene. You’ve done it before, you can do it again. 

When you opened your eyes, she was still sitting at her desk with wide eyes and a flushed face, clutching her phone as if it were a lifeline. Your eyebrow twitched. You have got to be kidding me. You thought sourly. This isn’t how a female lead is supposed to act, let alone an actual employee of a multi-million won company.

 Fine. If she wasn’t going to come to you willingly, then you couldn’t play nice. 

You were about to call her out  when she suddenly stood up and made a beeline towards your office, passing by you and taking a seat in your office. Huh? Isn’t this a bit rude? Unfortunately your role isn’t to ponder why certain people like common decency. So you turned around, walking back inside your workspace and closing the door behind you. Once you sat down behind the dark mahogany desk that was at least twice the size of a normal cubicle, you booted up your desktop and logged into the company’s bookkeeping program before swiveling the monitor around so that Hyeung Mun-Hee could see where she made her mistakes.

“Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, I noticed that there were some miscalculations here,” You moved your cursor over one column. “And here.” You moved it to the right. “Here as well.” You moved it back to the left, right in the middle. “The formula you imputed for Columns H to J is incorrect. I want you to refer to your department manual and make the necessary corrections before sending it out to the other departments. I trust you can handle this task?” 

She should be able to. After all, the female lead had a buffer for being extremely intelligent and a math whiz in the script. That’s why she was selected to work here instead of Human Resources, where her communication skills were also top notch. Hyeung Mun-Hee quickly nodded, standing up from her seat and almost bolting back to her desk, still holding onto her phone like a security blanket. Which was a little odd. You don’t remember her being so protective of it in the previous loops. 

You reclined back against your chair. Oh well, no matter. Time to see this house of cards come crashing down in five minutes. Too bad it can’t be longer. But the show must go on, right? She  might be scripted to fail, but you gave her a chance to correct her mistakes. So in the end, it was truly and solely all her fault, not yours. 

Sure enough the phones began ringing off of the hook, followed by shouting from a few of the senior employees. You got a frantic phone call  from Research/Development manager Choi Iseul, asking why the promised budget had been cut in half. Closing out the screens on your desktop, you reassured the poor girl that you would look into this matter immediately before hanging up. She really didn’t need the stress right now at four months pregnant. 

You stepped out of the office, demanding what was going on. All eyes turned to the leading lady herself, her head down and face pinkened in embarrassment. You blinked. “Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, what happened? You did fix the report as I had asked, right?” You controlled the tone of your voice, careful to not show anger and annoyance, strictly professionalism. You were pretty sure that you didn’t sound like a vindictive bitch either. But somehow she took your question as her cue to shout at you, to stop bullying her before running out towards the elevator. And right into the arms of the male lead. 

You exhaled a deep breath, running a hand through [Hair Color] tresses before you turned your attention back towards the team. “I need to fix this report and send it off to the other departments or else things will get ugly. I know I’m asking a lot right now, but could you screen the incoming calls? If any of them asks, please let them know I am making the necessary corrections and will email it to them promptly. Disregard the one that they’ve received from Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee.” 

Everyone clamored in agreement before diving back into their work, some already answering the phones and reciting exactly what you asked them to say as you bolted towards your office, slamming the door behind you. Considering that this isn’t your first loop, you had already taken the liberty of creating the correct report this morning before clocking in at the office. The issues were the same, so it took you all but twenty minutes to adjust and send it out to the managers. 

The calamity that struck evaporated in an instant, and the phones had stopped ringing. To you, it only heralded the opening sequence of the next scenario. Looking up from your phone, you saw two people walk out of the elevator. The female lead was dabbing her puffy face with a checkered handkerchief, standing by Yeo Jung Hwa himself as he got off his own personal device, no doubt finishing his talk with the CFO about his darling’s little fuck up. 

Placing your phone face down on the desk, you watched them glide across the room before the CEO reached your office, opening the door with a frown stretched across his face. 

Yeo Jung Hwa. The male lead of Love and Fortune, blessed with good looks, riches, and has been in charge of the conglomerate since he was twenty years old. A classic tyrannical CEO that almost everyone loved to read or watch because they’d see how soft he was around his lover and wanted that same kind of treatment for themselves. You saw him as more of a cunning snake who knew what he wanted and would use any means necessary to get it.

But whatever. Time to get into character. You thought as you stood up, eyeing the male lead apathetically. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”

“Explain what happened.” He said, amethyst eyes narrowing at you. Yes, he has fucking purple eyes thank you goddamned screenwriters. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Explain what, sir?” You asked. “The incident that has everyone in a panic?” Receiving nothing but silence from him, you continued. “It’s been resolved. I’ve already emailed all of the department heads the correct report to refer to at today’s meeting. I did tell Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee to fix the mistakes I’ve shown her,” You glanced at your employee before averting your attention back to the prick. “But when I looked at what was sent out, she did make a few adjustments…just that it only made matters worse and could have cost the company a lot of money.” You crossed your arms, leaning back against your desk. “Her performance was unacceptable, and she is my responsibility as her team leader. Which is why I would like to have Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee participate in this month’s upcoming financial seminars. A little refresher for two weeks, using her vacation days, and pass the tests so that there will not be a repeat of this incident again and jeopardize the conglomerate. Or would you see this as unfair treatment of an employee, CEO Yeo Jung-Hwa?”

You watched as the male lead looked over his shoulder, glaring balefully at his lover before he turned back to face you. “So be it. I want to see the results of her tests once they are completed and the lecturers aren’t under your payroll, Team Leader Park Seo-yun.”

“With all due respect, they are under your payroll, not mine.” You said drolly. “I don’t care how long it will take for her to complete the classes or to do the coursework. I want results, same as you. I do want to keep the completion certificates. If she doesn’t do it or chooses not to for whatever reason beyond a medical emergency, suspension with pay. No ifs, ands, or buts. Are these acceptable terms, sir?”

He didn’t like it, you could tell. Any event that separated from Hyeung Mun-Hee would put him in a sour mood and become more of a grouch. Kind of like a child having his favorite toy being taken away because he did something bad. But in this situation he couldn’t afford to have a temper tantrum  for obvious reason:

1) Displaying an immature attitude in a professional environment will make him less appealing to the viewers.

2) As previously stated, it was the female lead’s fault that this whole mess happened. He saw the evidence of her major fuck up, the CFO saw it, everyone did. Trying to sweep it under the rug would only incite more rumors of nepotism. He has a reputation to maintain. 

“...Fine.” He spat out. You nodded, seeing him turn on the ball of his foot and stomp out of the room. Nope, he is not happy about this. Neither is the trembling female lead standing in front of you. She really was a pretty woman, with reddish-brown hair falling past her shoulders and hazel eyes glistening with tears. 

“You’re dismissed. I’ll let you know the seminar schedule once I hear back from HR. Please return to work, you still have two hours left on your shift.”  You said, expecting her to go running to the restroom and cry, have a mental dialogue about how things were unfair right now but she will come out on top and preserve as it was written in the script. Except…she didn’t leave right away. She was glaring at you as if you were the most despicable person in the entire world, which you guess holds some truth. 

“You said this is all my fault, but it isn’t because I wasn’t trained properly! Where do you get off, saying such horrible things like this?! Just because you are rich doesn’t mean you have a great personality!”

Your eyes widened in shock. Okay, this scene was definitely not part of the drama in the last three loops. And she’s smart enough to know to not say this, even if the door is closed! 

Let’s be serious. No one should ever talk to a supervisor like this, even if they are an absolute scumbag and you hate their guts. 

“Assistant Manager Hyeung Mun-Hee, you were trained to learn and carry out these tasks during the ninety day trial period after being hired by the conglomerate,” You said as you tried to calm your racing heart. “I showed you the mistakes you made, and it’s clear that you made almost no effort to fix them. If you had, then this incident would not have happened. That is why you are going to sit through those seminars and take notes, or you will be suspended without pay. This is not up for debate. And just because I am rich doesn’t mean you can talk down to people as if you are better than them, myself included. Now leave. And don’t let me hear such vulgar words in here again or I will punish you. Are we clear?” 

“You-“

“Are you going to make me pull up your file and show everyone your certificates of completion from those training programs, the proof that you were trained to do your job and you’ve chosen to let others do your work for you?” You asked. “It’s fine to ask for help from others when needed, but you have to take responsibility for your actions or else you’ll never be able to surpass me.”

You watched Hyeung Mun-Hee’s face turn a darker shade of magenta and the tremors in her petite frame increase greatly before she excused herself. You could see the steam coming out of her ears; whether it was from embarrassment or anger, you weren’t certain. So long as she got your message and you acted your part as the villainess, then that should have met almost all of the requirements needed to move onto the next episode. The remaining factors were  the viewership score and Being X’s approval. 

The viewership score is a daily simple rating system numbered from 1 to 5 golden stars. If the episode reaches 3 and above, you’re clear. If the score is a 2, and Being X did not like your acting or even how everything played out, the loop would start all over again from the first scene. Perhaps instead of puppeteer, it’s more like a perfectionist director whose opinion can also be swayed by the viewership score. If the audience watching this fucked up universe enjoyed what they were watching, they’ll make it known. 

After all, more ratings means more money, even if you’re not getting paid for this.

 The last two loops where this episode happened, you followed the script to the letter without making any improvs. It didn't work out in the end, as you recalled with a frown at the memory. After being forced to kneel on the floor as you had done to her, you watched the lovebirds embrace. Well, at least the male lead was trying to comfort his ‘pure-hearted’ lover when that bitch smiled down at you from over his shoulder. As if she had won the game and you were the loser. Being X didn’t like the viewership scores back then. Now? Well, that’ll depend on whether or not you’ll wake up to the setting of episode 25 tomorrow morning. It’s either that…or finding yourself in the interview room again with Hyeung Mun-Hee during the pilot episode, her job application in your hand. 

Fuck my life. You thought glumly. 

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Congratulations, Congratulations, Congratulations!

Important things must be said three times.

The viewership score on Episode 24 has arrived!

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Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

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[elle555]

astrology observationsssssss🫦

pisces moons/or 12H moons are really good at expressing their feelings or emotions through art , music etc.

gemini moons can be really awkward when it comes to emotions or heart to heart conversations even more awkward than libra moons??? No wait libra moons are more awkward

leo/sun 11Hcan have a huge , boastful influence on people and very loyal fans maybe

virgo and leo in the big 6 could mean ignoring your own problems and insecurities but pointing out others and just being really judgmental

I think having earth in the 1st house/ascending can make a really down to earth, loyal and grounded person who is very kind and hardworking in their relationships , friendships and family etc.

having mars/aries in 6H can make someone very impulsive and harsh when it comes to their daily routine or if their original plans is ruined I think the other fire mars would be to

sagittarius sun/cancer moon people are very emotionally unintelligent imo I think it’s something about that sagittarius wanting to keep their positive and strong outlook yk??!!

mutable placements especially mercury and moon LOVE caffeine idk why

having gemini/3H jupiter can make someone very talented and knowledge expansive in writing and communication (journalism , poetry, debating etc.)

I just love the chill , mellow vibes taurus placements have mainly because their style and the color GREENNN

having venus in aquarius/11H can make someone want too post every aspect of their relationship on social media

having taurus/2nd house chiron can mean someone who needs too learn how to be stable financially and physically but also valuing their wealth/possessions

I feel like aquarius placements love those weird , unknown movies/shows no one really knows about or watches hardly

let’s just talk about libra placements and how they sometimes prioritize their relationship over friends and family??!

I definitely would recommend people with uranus the 11H you work on listening to your intuition and mind more than your heart<3

scorpio/aquarius placements especially moon/venus and mercury can like or be into metal , punk or alternative music

capricorn in 7H (cancer rising) can make someone attract people with both mommy and daddy issues??! mainly mom issues

leo/sun 9H can make someone very interested and expressive in their knowledge and education , they also take good pride in how much they learn and the adventures they have made

unevolved virgo placements will always point out an insecurity or be anxious about literally nothing at all

I also want too thank you guys for the likes and support I can’t believe it🖤!!

[yxami]

Hiii! How are you??

Can you write about a yan!nerd? Like he is the perfect student council present, really cocky, ironic and he usually is bickering reader. I would love to see their dynamic from your point of view!!!

Love your writing, you're so talented

Feeling happy! Thank you for asking. How I imagine a yandere nerd that’s a student council president is to be paired up with some sort of delinquent reader. It makes sense how they would butt heads often, making it the perfect dynamic! Thank you for asking and the compliment! So sweet anon!

description: yandere nerd, student council president nerd, delinquent reader, gn reader, slight nsfw at the end,

Teachers warned him about you. How you got into fights often and how you refused to listen to anyone who tried setting any authority over you. You were frustrating! Not even teachers wanted to deal with you.

That’s why they asked him to deal with you. The upstanding star student, making his way as student council president in his freshmen year. Now, for sure making it as valedictorian of your class. He was the ideal guy, smart, handsome, and kind! Kind to everyone except you.

You didn’t deserve his kindness! Especially not with your attitude! Which is why the both of you fought often, more with words rather than punches, he would never stain his record.

“What is this?” He slammed a paper filled with printed black ink, likely something of importance. You yawned lazily scanning over the paper, seeing that it was your record with all the punishments you’ve gotten. Regardless, you could care less.

“A paper? I thought even you would know that” You looked up, now staring at the student council president that always seemed to interfere with your school life.

“What’s on the paper, genius. Did you get into another fight? Are you really going to make our school look awful by stirring up more trouble?” He glared at you, as if he was the principal of the school, scolding you for another wrong doing.

Your rolled your eyes, showing no interest in talking about your record. It was obvious you weren’t going to change. Why didn’t he just give up already?

“You’re like a mom, nagging me alllll the time. Do you ever loosen up?” You put your arm around his shoulder, you being taller than him was always fun to show when you teased him.

“Because! I seem to be the only one who can deal with you. If you were behaved then you wouldn’t have to deal with me nagging you” He hissed, already annoyed with your responses so far.

“Awh, are we a match made in heaven?” You brought your face close to his, no longer wrapping your arm around him. You scanned his eyes to see how he would react, you were almost unable to keep a straight face.

“W-what! No way, I would never be paired with the likes of you!” He pushed you away, blush dusting his cheeks as his irritated expression was steady.

“Pff! That got you mad huh? Your cheeks are even red!” You laughed, unable to control the laughter at his funny expression. He was so mad, his face was red! It was a funny sight in itself, even more humorous with his defensive words.

Little did you know, the red on his face wasn’t out of anger. It was out of a flustered reaction from your words. His heart beat was beating way faster then he needed. Almost as if he was nervous? Why would he be nervous at you joking that the two of you were destined together?

He quickly stormed off after that interaction, failing to keep his thoughts together. Why did he get weird after that? Did he like you? No fucking way! He’d never like you! You were the complete opposite of him, you had no goals, you had no plans, you weren’t ideal. If he were to get with someone, it would most likely be the student council vice president.

She was a high achieving girl, receiving grades right below him. She was smart, hardworking, and pretty. Yet she didn’t manage to interest him, no matter how many flirty comments she made or slight touches of his arm.

The only person who made him interested and embarrassed with their touches was you. He would never admit it out loud but after that interaction, your touches made him even more flustered. He was now unable to handle your teases where you brought your hands up to his.

Sometimes you’d tease him and intertwine your fingers with his, saying he did a good job in catching you when you broke rules. All of it was jokes to you, but when you got actually mad, it sent a pang of pain into his heart. Almost like he couldn’t handle the thought of you being angry with him?

Tch, who did you think you were?! Making your way into his heart just with some touches and words.

“Hey! What do you think of coming over to my house?” You walked alongside your familiar frenemy, as if you were best-friend’s.

“Huh? For what?” He looked at you, confused on why you randomly came up to him, and why you were asking him that.

“To study! I need help because my teacher has been annoying me about not doing any work so..” You grinned looking at him. An obvious sign that you wanted him to help you in your problem.

“My time is money, I’m not going to do it for free” He rolled his eyes, knowing you wouldn’t want to pay for tutoring. He stopped to look at you so the two of you could talk calmly rather than be rushed.

“Awh, cmon! I don’t wanna ask that girlfriend of yours, she looks like she’d be a bitch about it” You whined, looking at him with pleading eyes. You even put your hands together in a begging manner. “Pretty please? I won’t run into trouble for a bit if you do”

“What girlfriend? And fine, as long as you’re on time when I’m waiting outside for you” He sighed, quickly giving in despite his old self who would’ve likely taken longer.

“That student council girl? She’s not your girlfriend?” You titled your head, confused. You thought they were dating or at least something going on. She was always touching him and laughing when they were together. Not like you were stalking them, she was just loud.

“No! I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t have time for any romance business” He had a stern look in his eyes like he was serious about school being more important. He didn’t even know that you believed she was. He was glad that the two of you cleared that up though. He wasn’t even sure why he was relieved.

“Ohh, man maybe that’s why you’re so uptight! It’s cause you’ve never gotten” You made a example with two of your hands, using your pointer finger to go through your other two fingers that made a hole. You were giggling seeing his face expression after he realized what you meant.

His face quickly lit up with embarrassment, moving your hands down and hushing you.

“You’re so inappropriate!!” He had an irritated and embarrassed face expression set on his face. Quickly cooling down after you left, laughing your ass off. The two of you spoke about the meet up and that it was straight after school. He sighed, moving on to go to lunch. Unable to stop his mind from thinking about you and your stupid little antics.

Once school ended, you made your way outside, where he would be waiting for you. You quickly found him, talking to the student council vice president but you didn’t care. They weren’t together so she wouldn’t care if you swooped in and took him.

“Ready to go?” You went up to them, looking at him to see if he was. She seemed annoyed with the fact that you were trying to end their conversation together. You didn’t really care though, not your problem.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He looks back at her, not noticing her annoyance. He was observant but when it came to crushes on him, he was blind and dense.

“Yeah.. see you later” She fixed the frown on her face to an unenthusiastic smile. Why were the two of you walking home together? When did you guys suddenly become close? She glared as the two of you walked away.

“Is she your only friend?” You looked at him, curious whether he had other friends or not. You knew he talked to her, but that’s about it.

“No, I have other friends.” He rolled his eyes at you, finding it offensive that you believed he had nobody else.

“I’ve never seen them, I only see her, maybe you guys are going to get together!” You laughed at the idea of the President and Vice president of the student council getting together. It wasn’t out of the question, it actually made sense.

“That’s because she’s in the student council too. I hang out with my friends during lunch. What about you? I never see you with anyone, I should be asking you if you have any” He chuckled at his slight rebuttal, even if it wasn’t an argument.

“I do have a friend, he’s really funny!” You grinned.

He? What friend were you talking about? Did you have a crush on someone? Your eyes lit up when you said you did have a friend. Why was he jealous? He shouldn’t be jealous over something so dumb. Hell! He shouldn’t be jealous at all!

“What’s his name?” He looked at you, searching for any signs of fondness to your ‘friend’ His eyes scanned you and your every movement.

“No way am I telling you! All I’m saying is that he’s super uptight. He can really be funny when he lets loose though. I argue with him a lot but I think we’re still friends even if he might not” You beamed, finding it humorous that he still hasn’t caught on. His confused face just made it more entertaining.

“So you have a friend, but he might not even think you’re friends?” He looked puzzled. What type of friendship would that be? For one person to have no established title on it but the other person does. Sounds like something one sided, which calmed his heart that beat with jealousy.

“Yeah, don’t you think that’s familiar?” You glanced away, looking at the familiar street that showed you were close to your house, just a few more houses away.

“No? I don’t know him” He looked away, confusion still written all over his face.

You snorted out laughing a little harder than you expected.

“I’m talking about you! You’re so dense”

“Me? We’re friends?” He paused his words in perplexity. He intended to ask if you genuinely considered him a friend but now he just sounded exactly like how you described him.

“I like to think so, even if we bicker a lot. If you don’t think we’re friends then it’s fine, I’m not going to die over it” You pulled out your keys from your back pocket, walking to your door and unlocking it.

“Then we’re friends!” He randomly announced, as if it was important to say it.

“Pff, okay! Best of friends” You opened the door and you were tempted to toss your book-bag on the floor like usual but you remembered the two of you had to study, well more like he had to help you study.

You opened your room door, letting him go inside first before flicking the light switch up. The room lit up and the fan began spinning, providing a cool environment. You set your bag down and closed the door. You didn’t want your siblings to bother you while you studied.

You grabbed all the things you needed for studying, while he got out a pencil and an eraser. He also set down white-out as well, almost like he was prepared to correct any mistakes of yours. You sat alongside him, even if your shoulders and thighs were touching, you weren’t freaking out since you were always close to him.

It was relaxing to feel his body heat touching you since your room was somewhat cold. You had no clue that he was the complete opposite.

His palms felt sweaty, was he sweating? Did he look nervous? Did you know how close the two of you were? Can you see the blush on his cheeks? Why was he so flustered? You were just a friend! And A delinquent!

The two of you studied for awhile, even if he was the student council president, he was getting anxious correcting your mistakes. Every-time you did get something wrong, you’d ask what it was and turn your head. When you did, the two of your faces were so close.

“So what’s wrong with that one?” Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion, not realizing what you wrote down wrong.

“You didn’t have to add this method, you could’ve just used this one which is way shorter” He erased your writing and wrote the better method, swiping the bits of eraser away.

“Ah, that makes sense” You nodded agreeing with his method, he had nice handwriting as well, that was neat and easy to read. He was a really organized guy, you liked that.

You thanked him and the two of you continued studying for awhile; right up until it was almost dark outside, you could see it from the window. You got up stretching, groaning from being in the same place for so long.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back” You walked to your bathroom that was connected to your room and closed the door. The lining between the wall and door lit up and he just waited for a bit.

He got up and started looking around your room; noticing how you seemed like you were going to take a bit. He looked at your closet and all the cool toned clothes you wore. He noticed that your hamper was full with dirty clothes. On top was a pair of underwear, it was black and wasn’t hidden away in the other dirty laundry.

He looked away, embarrassed for some reason. Did you have no shame to at least put it further down the hamper? His thoughts ran around pondering about you in that underwear and only that. He could feel something twitch down below, how could he be getting a boner from just thinking about you! Does he actually like you?

He heard you coming out the bathroom and he hastily grabbed your underwear, shoving it in his pocket. He sat down, mind running fast about why he grabbed it. It was too late to go and put it back now, and he wouldn’t try either.

The two of you hung out after you came back, deciding to not study any further. You insisted on walking him home but he said it was fine and made his way to his house. He quickly locked himself in his room, changing into something more comfortable. He set down the newly stolen piece of clothing on his bedside table.

After he changed he laid down, looking at your underwear that he held up. He still didn’t understand why he instinctively stole it. He was supposed to hate you! Not steal your clothes and take it home! You were still a delinquent. And his new friend who was really kind and fun to argue with but still!

He brought the underwear to his face, whiffing it. It clearly smelt like you, but it had an addicting part to it. He didn’t know what it was but it kept pushing him to continue. His pajama pants were unable to hide the bulge he had.

He lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his now hard cock that twitched at the smell of you. He shamelessly pressed your underwear onto his face with his other hand touching himself. Why did it feel so good, especially when it was the thought of you that made him so hard.

Why were you making him feel like this? God, he hates you! Hates you for making him feel this way, and especially hates you for fueling the lust he has for you. He whimpered and groaned, somewhat muffled by the garment. He kept jerking himself off until he came. He had never cum so hard before.

This became a routine for him whenever he missed you. As much as he hated it, it was addicting. He would deny liking you in his mind, but the fact he touched himself to the thought of you said otherwise. He just hoped one day you’d confess so he wouldn’t have to admit his feelings.

[starshapedb0x]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You’re studying to be an engineer and cars have always been your passion, making it big on social media with your achievements.. and catching the eye of a certain Monegasque.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: None really! Just a cute social media au. The reader gets hate from a lot of fans, that’s worth mentioning.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Charles Leclerc x engineerstudent!reader

𝐀/𝐍: I’m so sorry I took a big break hehe! I went on vacation and couldn’t update or even upload this! Hope you enjoy it xo 💋

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(Also part two to This summer coming soon 🔜)

[juliapark13]

They always care only about looks, but what looks??

Jimin has the looks (and personality) that comes once in 100 years.

Everyone would choose Jimin over anyone. Cutie sexy lovely sweet guy.

He has insane natural full lips.

A slim waist.

A huge well trained ass people can only dream about.

And whole body and lines which are even prettier and more surreal in real life.

Moreover he’s kind, loving, caring, selfless, down to earth, intelligent, hardworking, talented, successful and beautiful person inside and out.

No one could match him.

Jungkook really won in life and he knows it. It’s not surprising that he’s Jiminsexual. He knows who is the most valuable for sure.

The height difference is only a bonus. Jimin’s the cutest person on earth and it’s exactly JK’s type.

[hanni-bae44]

Title: Die For You (Seonghwa) Part 1

▶︎၊၊||။|။ 00:10 | Playing: Die For You by The Weeknd

Pairing- Seonghwa x Reader x Wooyoung

Genre- University AU, angst, fluff (warnings: alcohol, insecurities, mature language, mentions of sex)

Word Count- 3.9k

Summary- Between your best friend who doesn't love you back and the guy that does, things get messy as you try to figure out what exactly your heart wants.

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It was impossible not to fall for Seonghwa. 

You still remembered the first time you met him freshman year. You’d left your dorm room door open so that the roach spray your roommate wasn’t supposed to use could air out when he barged in, asking for people to join the university’s dance club. You found him unusual for that but soon forgot about him as life went on. It wouldn’t be until the next semester after that when your friend—Yunho— invited Seonghwa to your group’s study session that you really got to know him and like him. The more he hung out with your friends, the more you realized how outgoing, hardworking, and talented he was. And before you knew it, you were falling for him. And you fell hard. 

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment when you realized your feelings but it was somewhere along the moments when he’d go the extra mile to make sure you didn’t skip your meals or when he’d make sure you got home safe. He was a good friend and cared for you like no one else ever has and sometimes that made you reconsider if it was just him being nice, or if it actually meant something more. 

There were so many times you’d come close to telling him how you felt. But everytime, you’d chicken out. And you felt like maybe that was the reason why he was out on the dance floor right now with that pretty girl and not you. It was almost pathetic how in love with him you were as you took yourself to the bar for a drink just because you saw him dancing with her.

Seonghwa was so special to you. And the thought of losing him made you feel sick. But the thought of telling him how you felt and having him reject you also made you feel sick. So you were torn. But what if maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way? Maybe he was just like you, and too scared to ruin the friendship. Maybe he was trying to find a distraction. Just sex.

But you knew better based on how his eyes traced her body. The way he gazed at her told you that he liked her. And you didn’t blame him. You’d walk past her briefly earlier and she was even more dead drop gorgeous up close. Her skin was clear even through the shitty dim lights and her makeup was flawless, no caked foundation in sight. She was wearing a black mini dress that stopped at her mid-thigh and these pretty high heels that only accentuated her long legs. The fabric hugged her in all the right places too and it left little to the imagination. It left you wondering if she was Seonghwa’s type and if he’d be leaving with her tonight. And the thought of that broke your heart.

You should be happy for Seonghwa, he was your best friend after all. He deserved to be happy with her if that was what he wanted. But at the same time, you couldn’t be happy. Not when you knew that the moment he found someone else to share his life with, you would be the one out. And that meant you wouldn't be the first one he texted when he woke up anymore or the one he FaceTimed when he couldn’t fall asleep. The reality of your friendship settled in quick and the fact that it could be fleeting tugged at your heart. 

Midterms just wrapped up and you were supposed to be having fun right now yet here you were sulking next to the bartender like the classic girl in the movies that just got cheated on by her husband of ten years. Except you didn’t get cheated on, you were just wallowing in sadness, wishing you had confessed to Seonghwa sooner. Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, but all those late night FaceTime calls had to mean something… Right?

You’d been swirling your drink for minutes now as you wistfully glanced back at Seonghwa. You downed the rest of your whisky sour before waving to the bartender for another one. While waiting for your next drink, your eyes scanned the sea of bodies dancing against each other to pop music. You briefly made eye contact with Yunho and he flashed a warm smile at you before making his way towards you.

“What’s up with you Y/N, you’ve been sitting here for way too long. Dance with me, come on,’’ Yunho tried to pull you off the stool but you didn't move, not in the mood to dance anymore.

“Yunho,” you started, “I don’t know what to do.” And immediately after seeing your downturned lips, your friend occupied the empty stool next to yours. Yunho was the only one in your friend group that knew about your crush on Seonghwa.

“What’s wrong?” Yunho asked and it was genuine in the way he actually cared. 

“Do you think she’s pretty?” you asked, gesturing over to the girl Seonghwa was flirting with through the crowd of bodies. The music was loud and annoying but it wasn’t so bad that you couldn’t hear each other speak. So you continued to talk.

Yunho raised a brow and sighed. “Well, she’s not ugly.” He stated the obvious but there was a hint of hesitation in his voice that made you wonder what he actually thought of her. Because she truly was pretty. “Is that why you’re here drinking and not having fun? Because you’re jealous?”

“Can you blame me? Do you think I should tell him how I feel? I just don’t want to lose him forever just because I was too scared to say anything and have him fall for her.” The bartender then slid you your drink and you pulled out some cash from your purse to pay. You downed your drink in a flash, hissing at the burn in your throat soon after. 

“That’s up to you,” Yunho exasperated, and it was obvious he didn’t feel comfortable interfering with your friendship with Seonghwa in case it went south. “But I wouldn’t do it. You guys are in a good place right now,” his eyes drifted over to Seonghwa once again and he paused, “but since he has someone, why don’t you try looking for someone here too? To get him off your mind?”

Your eyes lit up the moment you realized what he was trying to say. “You’re suggesting I make him jealous?”

Yunho pinched his temple. “No, that’s not what I meant. What I’m trying to say is that you should meet someone new. Someone who you aren’t close with so in case things go bad, you won’t be ruining a good friendship.”

“You think confessing will ruin our friendship?” you sulked. Yunho was way too easy to read.

“It could ruin things. Just think about it? There’s a lot of people here around our age, just pick someone and try to talk to them. Who knows what'll happen.” He raised his brows suggestively, as if your main goal was to get laid.

“I want someone who will take me seriously, but I hate trying to flirt with guys,” you groaned. “Small talk is a waste of time and all they want is sex in the end. And even if they don’t expect sex like that guy you set me up with, the conversations are so boring. All dates are the same with the same lame ass questions back and forth as if it's a Q&A." you sighed, recalling that time you agreed to go on a blind date with a guy Yunho chose for you. It was with one of his friends on his dance team and although he was nice, you wanted to rip your hairs out from how boring the conversation was. Apparently you had a thing for ‘unavailable guys’ and 'men who don’t like you back'. Because according to Yunho, the guy he had set you up with was a ‘real gentleman’ and you were ‘too blind’ to see it. 

Regardless, you could tell Yunho was fed up with your mindset. “You find everything good ‘boring’. Are you sure you even want a relationship? You barely give anyone a chance,” Yunho deadpanned. And even though you found what he said to be true, you rolled your eyes. “But right now, don’t expect anything, just go walk up to someone and talk to them, you never know where the night will lead.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, not wanting to see anyone romantically but Seonghwa. “I still think I should tell Seonghwa how I feel tonight." You took a deep breath, then wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans. 

“Are you sure you want to do that now?” Yunho swallowed. “Just wait until after your birthday, yeah?”

You raised a brow. “Why?” 

“Just wait. Let’s just enjoy your birthday next week first before making any impulsive decisions,” he smiled. And you couldn’t help but feel like there was something he was not telling you. 

You became confused now because what difference did it make if you confessed to Seonghwa tonight versus next week? If he liked you back, then that’d be great. If he didn’t, then that’d fine too. You just wanted to tell him before it was too late.

But then the realization hits you. And you frowned. “You think he doesn’t like me..."

Yunho pursed his lips and it was obvious what his answer was before he even opened his mouth. “I’m sorry. But yeah. And if you tell him now and he doesn’t like you back, your birthday will probably just be tainted with those memories.”

You hated how Yunho had a point and sulked even more as you continued to rant to him about how you felt. You didn’t even realize how much of your heart you had spilled out until you glanced down at your watch. And right as you did, you heard your other friend’s voice pierce through the loud music and you peered up.

“Hey Yunho, Y/N!” Mingi yelled again as he neared. “Some of the guys from Delta Sigma Pi are at the bar down the street and drinks are on Wooyoung, let’s go!" Mingi insisted before walking back to your other friends on the dance floor.

Yunho glanced over at you with a solemn tight lipped smile and you both exchanged a nonverbal ‘let’s go’ before jumping off the wooden stools. You barely got to dance at the club tonight and a part of you felt like you wasted a good outfit. Maybe it would pay off at the bar Mingi was talking about. And maybe you could make Seonghwa pay attention to you a bit more if he was tagging along too. 

As the rest of the guys rounded up to leave, you stuck to Yunho and tried not to make it so obvious that you were upset. You honestly didn’t expect Seonghwa to join the group since he looked so infatuated and busy with the girl earlier but he did. Which made a part of you felt like you still had a chance. 

The moment you made it out of the club, the cool air of the night attacked your skin. Although you were wearing skinny jeans that covered your legs, your top was just a corset that barely covered anything. You were freezing cold as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nevertheless, you began to chat with Yunho while waiting for Seonghwa who was still inside the club. But when Mingi yelled at the both of you to hurry up, Yunho jogged up to where the majority of your friends were. And you stayed behind.

You trailed slowly behind your friends, waiting for Seonghwa. You stared at the sidewalk as your mind began to envision. This would be the perfect moment to confess to him, you thought. You two would both be walking alone in the city and you could just say it. And if luck was on your side tonight, he would say it back. 

The sound of Seonghwa's footsteps made you look up and you greeted him with a smile full of hope.

“Aw, you waited for me,” Seonghwa said when he finally came out of the club. There was a hint of cheeriness in his voice and something about him looked different. He was glowing and seemed more joyful than usual.

“Of course I did,” you replied with, and you couldn’t help but admire how pretty happiness looked on him.

You both began walking towards your friends ahead. The more time you were outside in the cold, the more you began to shiver. Seonghwa noticed this and sighed before talking off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. “There. You really should start bringing a jacket whenever we go out at night or else you’ll catch a cold again,” he scolded.

“You sound more like my mom everyday. All you do is nag,” you rolled your eyes jokingly. You slipped your arms through the jacket and you tried to be subtle in the way you breathed in his scent. The one that lingered of his cologne and body. Because little did Seonghwa know, you purposely never brought a jacket because you knew he’d lend you his in a heartbeat anyway. And that was the ultimate goal.

He then nudged your side. “So did you have fun drinking by yourself? You’re usually on the dance floor the whole time, what was up with you today?” 

“Just still tired from my two midterms earlier this morning,” you lied. Biting the inside of your cheek, you contemplated if you wanted to ask him about the girl or not. And then it just slipped out. “So did you get her number?” 

“What?”

“The girl you were flirting with earlier?”

“Oh, you mean Seolhyun. I already have her number,” he replied simply as if you were supposed to know who she was. 

“Oh,” you muttered, hating how weak you sounded. You stared at the concrete sidewalk ahead.  

“Why do you ask?” 

“Just curious,” you shrugged. “You seemed so close to her.”

“Yeah we’re kind of close I guess. She just joined the dance team last month so I still don’t know her that well yet,” he seemed to be in a train of thought and paused for a couple seconds before he smiled, “I didn’t expect to see her today at the club with her friends you know? But it was nice seeing her.” He then threw an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his side. “I think you’ll like her. You should get to know her, it would be nice if two of my favorite girls got along,” Seonghwa said and you chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying something backhanded because you were in a sour mood now. 

Why was she his favorite girl too? This was worse than you thought. Earlier, you thought maybe she was just a random girl. But now that you knew that she was his friend, things weren't looking good. It would only be a matter of time before he fell for her, you just knew it. The hope that he would like you back from earlier disappeared into thin air and a part of your heart sank.

Seonghwa (who failed to read the air or the fact that there was now a frown on your face) was still as chirpy as ever as he began to talk about the dance team after his hands came back to his side. 

While he rambled, you suddenly remembered how Yunho mentioned last month that there was a new girl on the dance team. And then it clicked. Did Yunho know about Seonghwa and Seolhyun being close all along? Yunho was acting so weird earlier, almost as if he was trying to hide the fact that he knew her. He was trying so hard to get you to go off with another guy too. It all made sense now. And you frustratingly made a mental note to talk to him later. 

“Y/N?” Seonghwa's voice called out, pulling you out of your daze. 

“Hm?” 

“Were you even listening to me?” 

You were not. And before you could even stop yourself, the “do you like her?” question left your mouth and you hated how jealous you sounded. “Do you like Seolhyun I mean,” you clarified and Seonghwa just stared at you blankly as if he was contemplating telling you.

A couple seconds of silence would pass by before he mumbled, “yeah, I do.”

And just like that, your heart managed to shatter into a hundred pieces and he didn’t even get the chance to reject you yet. You felt like something died in your throat. Despite being thrown off, you still were clear headed, and was just thankful that you didn’t confess yet. You were a fool in love. But at least you didn't make a fool of yourself yet. So an “oh,” was all you managed to get out before a stretch of silence followed.

Of course this was how your romance would end, life wasn’t a fairytale. Happy endings didn't exist. In a perfect world, you would tell him you loved him and he would say it back. But this life wasn’t a fairytale, it was real life. And in real life, Seonghwa was in love with someone else. 

“She’s really amazing,” Seonghwa began as he admired the city lights in front of him. He was oblivious to the fact that you were uninterested, too busy talking about Seolhyun as he smiled ear to ear. A part of you died inside as you realized how enamored he was with her. “I meant it when I said you should get to know her, you know? She’s a good person. She's an amazing dancer and she has a good heart too. She’s an environmental science major and she even volunteers at this cute animal shelter near campus when she has time and she loves dogs. She has this one...”

At some point, you tuned out most of his words.

“She sounds great,” you'd say as you put on a smile. You didn’t even think he noticed the pain in your eyes as he just kept going on and on about Seolhyun. You felt yourself shrink as he continued to go on about how wonderful she was. Because weren’t you wonderful too? He’s known you for two years and he’s known her for what? A month? What did she have that you didn’t?

Despite how you truly felt though, you played the supportive best friend. Because what other option did you have? 

It would be a while of listening to Seonghwa talk about his crush before you guys finally reached the bar. And that was when you heard the voice of your other friend, your savior on a day like this.

“Seonghwa! Y/N! Hurry up,” Yunho hollered back at the two of you from the entrance. You flashed a smile at Yunho and mentally thanked him because if you had to hear one more thing about how captivating Seolhyun was on the stage, you were sure your mind would actually explode. 

After making it inside, you avoided Seonghwa for the most part and made it your mission to drag Yunho (who was currently talking with Mingi and Yeosang) to the side so you could talk to him. You settled for a spot near the restrooms before letting go of Yunho’s hand. Good thing this was a chill bar and not a nightclub like earlier, because the music was way more bearable for a conversation. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that Seonghwa likes that new dance girl?” You lightly smacked Yunho’s chest. “You’re so fake.”

His eyes widened and it was obvious he was surprised you found out. “I just didn’t want to make you more upset,” he pleaded, “I’m sorry, okay? You didn’t confess to him already, did you?”

“No, thankfully I didn't. I’m just so annoyed. He kept telling me about how great she is and I hate how he likes her and not me. It’s not fair. I knew him first,” you sulked and Yunho pulled you into his arms. 

“Hey, you have your good qualities, don’t compare yourself. Now come on, let’s forget about Seonghwa. I have someone to introduce you to,” he insisted as he pulled back from the hug. His hands were on your shoulders now and he insisted that you’d love the guy he wanted you to meet. Apparently he has a 'fun personality' so you wouldn't get bored talking to him which made you rolled your eyes. Despite this, you didn’t protest since you figured fuck it, what could hurt? Seonghwa already indirectly rejected you anyway, might as well fuck around and try to make him jealous.

You ended up going with Yunho to the area where his friends were earlier to meet this special guy he had in mind for you.

“Get to know him and don't be so mean, okay?" Yunho began to say as you neared the guys. "Don’t put any expectations on the night either and keep it casual. He’s fun and a social guy so don’t worry, you’ll like him,” Yunho assured you. And you wonder why he was so adamant about this because weren’t you ‘picky as hell’? (A thing Yunho said you should reconsider not being if you didn’t want to grow old and still be single.)

When you finally approached his friends, you realized that some of them were in your classes throughout the years. And a part of you felt a bit more comfortable around them in a way, knowing that they weren’t complete strangers.

“This is Wooyoung, he's the guy I've been telling you about,” Yunho introduced, raising his brow at you. He then continued to introduce you to the rest of his friends from the business fraternity. And as he did so, a part of you began to realize that this was Yunho’s plan all along. That he had planned to set you up with Wooyoung before you even got here. Because now that you thought about it, he has mentioned Wooyoung before last week, but you were too busy going on about Seonghwa that day to care.

Now that Seonghwa liked someone else however, you supposed you should open yourself up more and at least try to move on. And it wasn't hard to do so as you continued to chat with Yunho’s friends, especially with the one who was named Wooyoung. He was stupidly attractive and the way he looked at you was so intense sometimes, you actually got flustered. If only Yunho had just shown you a picture of this guy last week. Maybe then you would’ve been more excited to meet him. And while briefly talking to him, you realize that he was indeed a funny guy. No where like the previous nice guy Yunho had set you up with.

A while later, Yunho would encourage his friends to get drinks, so obviously trying to get you and Wooyoung alone. (But not before shooting you a good luck wink of course, which only made you playfully roll your eyes.) 

Once it was just the two of you, Wooyoung took the initiative to step closer. “Hi.” He began with a smile. “Yunho has told me alot about you.”

“Oh really?” you deadpanned, finding his choice of borderline pick up lines amusing. You wonder how many girls he had said that to before and you refrained from scoffing. “Like what?” you entertained him, now pursing your lips. 

“Come on,” he smiled, somehow not put off by your attitude yet. “I’ll tell you about it over drinks.” 

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[ Series Masterlist | ⇨ Part 2 ]

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[mazeinthemiroh]

i’m desperately trying to improve my art skills so while i’m in that mindset i was wondering if i could request a skz reaction to their s/o accidentally leaving their sketchbook open and it’s full of drawings of them ;-; i would draw the lovely members all day if i could </3 thank you!

stray kids coming across their s/o's drawings of them

genre: fluff

warnings: not proofread

please like and reblog if you enjoy :]

bangchan

is really flattered that you would use his face as inspiration for most of your drawings. he smiles shy and giggles as he flicks through the pages of his face. he would say things like "do i really look like that?" and "i'm sure you've made me more handsome than i actually am." you've helped him gain a new appreciation for his looks.

minho

minho is nosy sometimes, so taking a peak at your open sketchbook would not be unlikely. and what he finds is not what he is expecting. he didn't realise just how good at drawing you are. you captured the angles of his features very well. but that doesn't mean to say that he won't totally tease you for using him as your muse!

changbin

he thinks "of all the people you could've drawn, why him?" in his head, drawings of people tend to be delicate and elegant. but here, you've captured his features perfectly, focusing on his body structure and muscles that you admire so much. a grins spreads across his face as he realises that he is your muse and also know his body extremely well

hyunjin

as an artist himself, he would be deeply touched. he knows it must've taken you a long time to perfect your art, and the way he you have drawn him is so beautiful to him. he can't help but smile at your amazing skills, and how they mirror his own. who knew you guys would share the same talent?

jisung

he gasps loudly as his eyes flicker over the pages and pages of beautiful sketches of him. he is enthralled by your art and will continue to shower you with an overwhelming amount of praise from here on out. he just thinks you're so talented. and this is coming from an ace! that definitely means something.

felix

his eyes turn wide with curiosity as he can't help but look at your drawings of him. he feels warm inside, and this warmth seems to go to his cheeks too. all the little details, the shape of his eyes, the perfectly placed freckles. you captured his beauty effortlessly, and he can't help but feel honoured that he gave you some inspiration.

seungmin

"you can't stop thinking about me that you have to draw me when i'm not with you?" of course he will tease you about it, but only a little bit. after having a little fun, be will rebuff his playful statements by complimenting your hardwork. he can tell you've been improving, and he can't help but be amazed by your talent.

jeongin

he can tell you really knew his features so well. how you studied them in your drawings fascinated him. especially the close-up of his eye - the shape and the shades were a perfect representation of reality. he would tell you how impressed he was, pretending not to be a little shy that most of your works were pictures of him.