#hope we get to hang for longer next time i love u thank u for meeting me angel 💗💗💗

[bisexualrapline]

completely forgot to post these but look who i met (and got matching fisherman rj plushies with) this past weekend!!! that’s right it’s the one and only ryen @kithtaehyung!!! 🥹💗

[nurse-floyd]

Hi can u write a f!Reader x lando where the reader is anaemic has vry low iron? Like where he helps her when she’s feeling sick and takes care of her. Thought this would be fitting as ur a nurse!! A comfort/fluff/hurt fic super excited for ur upcoming works.

I am SO sorry this is so late! My mental health has been awful as late and chronic fatigue has been kicking my butt! I hope you enjoy this little ficlet <3

You sat on one of the chairs in the McLaren garage, watching the screens with your bright orange headphones during the last free practice. You were excited being there to support your boyfriend, Lando but you also wanted nothing more than to be curled up in the king size bed that waited for you back at your hotel.

Lando, hadn’t missed how pale you had looked that morning, how slugging your movements had been as you practically crawled out of the hotel bed to follow him and hang out at the paddock for the day.

“I think we should make another doctor's appointment for you with the next break coming up, what do you think?”

You had groaned in response. You hated doctors and needles but you knew he was right. You’d always suffered with low iron and the telltale symptoms were exactly the same as last time. Admittedly with all the travel you hadn’t been keeping up with the supplements the doctor had provided last time.

Lando tried to tell you that you didn’t need to come, that you could sleep in a little longer and follow him later for quali, but you argued. Lando knew better than to continue that argument when you were so adamant in your ways.

As soon as FP3 ended and Lando was out of his car, you were the first person he looked for. He could see the exhaustion on your face, how pale you looked and the way you leant against the wall as if you’d fall if it wasn’t there. He pushed his way to your side and held your elbows in support. “I suppose if I told you to go back to the hotel you wouldn’t, would you?”

You shook your head and immediately regretted it as a wave of dizziness washed over you.

“Come on, let’s get you sat down,” he said as he gently guided you towards the hospitality area.

He kept one hand around your back for support as he loaded up a plate full of snacks and grabbed a bottle of water for you. He led you towards his driver's room and settled you down on the sofa pulling off your shoes to make you comfortable. He turned the TV on, so you could still watch him in support and he’d have the peace of mind you were resting.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered. You hated being ill, hated looking so weak but you knew Lando didn’t see you any less for it and loved and cared for you anyway.

As soon as qualifying was over and he’d fulfilled his media duties, Lando took charge and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He helped you to your feet, with a supportive hand around your back as he led you towards his car. He buckled you in, despite your protest that you could do it yourself as he leant in and placed a kiss to your cheek. “Let me look after you baby.”

The pair of you drove towards your home for the weekend. Lando ordered takeout for you both as you threw on your cozy LN4 hoodie and climbed under the covers. As you both tucked into your meals, you couldn’t help but be so grateful to have a boyfriend like Lando in your life.

[halfbloodprill]

Hiiiii !! I have a req :)) sooo loser virgin bsf Luke x fem reader smut ^^ luke is also horribly in love w her but won’t confess cuz he’s nerdy 😍 but we know he does anyways with the way he acts to us, and how flustered he can get from small things — like if ur shorts ride up a little too much and he can see ur thighs or literally even just when ur knees touch

authors note- omfg. i love this. i hope you don’t mind i took this in a very subby and needy luke way. if u want it written another way submit again and i can redo it for u. this was so fun thank u! sorry for the long wait 😣 enjoy <3

best friend luke who gets so flustered from nothing. he swears he’s good at hiding the rising blushes and his sweaty palms when he’s with you but you see right through his lies. you have always noticed the longer than normal gazes or the way he hangs on every single word you utter. how his face gets so red from the smallest things. it was cute. it was so anxiety ridden and antsy of him. his nervous behavior was just normal in your friendship now. he had gotten bolder though. the way he shamelessly stared at your boobs when you wore those little tank tops that had him hyperventilating. or when your little sleep shorts would ride up and he saw every inch of your soft and plush thighs. and especially when you would stand up and he could see your ass and how it swayed so tantalizing with every step you took. it especially killed him when you two had a movie night and you were pushed against his chest, your boobs practically spilling out of your tank top and it took everything for him to not look directly down at them.

the contact was too much this night. your body was so warm against his. it didn’t help that now he knew how warm you were and he knew he would think of this the next time he was fisting his cock while he was moaning and whining your name. he could already feel his erection growing so he abruptly stood up.

“Uhm- i’m gonna get water. need anything?” he questions before he retreats. “Oh. No i’m okay lukey. make it quick, ‘kay?” you replied sweetly. he internally groans at the nickname you gave him. so sweet and innocent. if only you knew how filthy your best friend was. but of course you knew. you had a plan. he finally came back with a full cup of water. he settled back next to you and he could feel your hand start to slide down on his thigh.

“What- What are you doing?” he questioned in a breathy tone. already affected by your touch. “ I cant touch you? Thought we were friends lukey,” you said with a small pout. your lips were so kissable and your eyes were wide and so doe like. “N-No it’s fine. that’s okay,” he stuttered out. your hand began to travel to his inner thigh. he couldn’t hold back his whimpers anymore. “Can i make you feel good? i know you want this. wanna treat you so well baby,” you ask as you start to slide off of the couch and into your knees in front of him. He starts to whine at how perfect you look in front of him. “Fuck. Yes. please. never done this though,” he admits shyly.

“Aww that’s okay. i’m so glad i’m your first. you’re gonna remember me forever baby,” you say with a smile. you get into your knees and start to lean up at him for a kiss. he’s nervous at first. clearly also new at kissing. your sucking his tongue and prodding into his mouth. your teeth are clashing and he’s letting out the cutest whimpers ever. “Please- Please make me feel good. I’m so horny for you. been horny for you forever. please,” he pleaded with you. his eyes are so watery and his face is so red from how good he feels already. you can’t help but laugh at his state. you stop teasing him and begin to leave a wake of kisses from the base to his tip. his hips are squirming off of the couch and you have to use your hand to push his hips back into the couch while the other hand is rested on his thigh. you begin to engulf his length with your mouth, staring up at him through your lashes. you see him straining to hold back. your mouth is so tight and warm and so foreign to him. he’s never felt this way before. he’s straining and panting. he’s letting out deep breaths. his face is flushed from his effort to not cum yet and there are droplets of sweat evident in his forehead that his hair is sticking to.

“Cant! Cant, Cant. feels so good. your mouth is so good. please don’t stop,” he’s whining with his head thrown back in pleasure. you giggle at his reaction. your tongue is teasing his slit and his eyes go cross at the sheer amount of pleasure. just to tease him, you let your teeth scrape him and he lets out a low groan from the sensation.

“Oh fuck feels so good. So warm for me,” he’s whimpering. he feels so good tears are brimming in his eyes and threatening to spill. you keep sucking and attacking his sensitive slit until his hips are bucking into your mouth and you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

He’s groaning as he comes down from his high. His body is twitching and is feverish to the touch but you aren’t done yet. You start to straddle him and his tip is at your entrance before he realizes.

“Wait! Please it’ll be too much. Cant take it anymore,” he’s sniffling.

“Yes you can. and you will,” you reply with a devilish smirk. At that, you lower yourself and feel the stretch of his cock. His head is thrown back again and his eyes are crossed, his drool about to spill from the corner of his mouth. He looks so perfectly fucked out.

“Wait- Feels so warm. So tight. You’re so velvety inside, maam. Feels so good,” he says mindlessly before he starts to buck up into your cunt. His hips are moving faster now, chasing his urge to finish. His tip is pounding your cervix. He’s moaning and stuttering at every sensation of you clenching around him. You’re lost too. Your hands are groping your tits, hair wild around your head, and sweat glistening your body. you forcefully grab his jaw and make him kiss you as you sloppily make out with him. there is spit running out of your mouths and onto his chest. it’s sticky and messy between you too.

He pulls back with a moan. “Fu-Fuck. Gonna cum.Please say I can cum. PleasePleasePlease,” he chants while his hips are still vigorously fucking you, not letting up his pace.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for me,” and at your words he paints your gummy walls white. But you’re not done. You still need to teeter off that edge. You’re still riding him while he’s lying limp on the couch. He’s trying to regain himself but the overstimulation is too much.

“Stop Stop Stop. too much. too far. Ca-Cant take it. M too sensitive,” he says before you finally crash over, finishing with a a loud moan.

“Good boy.”

[scooprtroopr]

Hiiiiii Ali :} 15 + 30 for the prompts, w Steve or Eddie , but no pressure if you can’t think of anything!!

love u xoxo

Oh my beloved Syl it was a joy to write this for you, no matter how rusty I felt trying to put words to paper (or rather word doc). Thank you for the prompts and I hope you like it 🖤💕🖤💕

15. “Is this okay?”

30. “Ah, there you go. Safe and sound, hm?” 

This shouldn’t be so awkward. You’re just two friends, two really good friends, two best friends even, watching a movie together on a Friday night. A friday night that you both had turned down dates to lounge on Steve’s too small couch, and watch scary movies that neither of you were actually interested in watching. You’re the best of friends and you always have movie nights so why does tonight feel so damn different? 

Steve has been mulling this thought over in his head since the movie started 30 minutes ago. Maybe it’s the way you looked at him after he said he turned down a date just to stay in with you tonight. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself but couldn’t help but think there was something more behind the hint of a smile you gave him when he told you. He certainly couldn’t ignore the butterflies in his own stomach when you relayed similar information to him. 

If he’s honest with himself he’s beyond hopeful this unspoken thing between you will eventually blossom into something more but he’s not sure when or how to even start that conversation. How does one tell their best friend that they want to be so much more without risking all the current comforts the friendship brings you both? Steve is so wrapped up in his spiralling that the movie is all but forgotten to him when he feels you tugging on his arm. It’s only then that he registers your face, contorted in fear but trying to play it brave with an all too fake smile. 

“Steve can we -” 

“We can turn the movie off if you want” 

You’re both trying to get your words out, stumbling over each other. You can’t help but smile a little more genuinely now. 

“I guess I’m still just not really into scary movies,” you admit with a shrug. Steve can sense it’s more than your life long aversion to scary movies though. After everything you’ve both been through, why add more horror to your lives. He can tell you need some time to calm down but clears his throat before he can register what he’s about to say. 

“You uhh, you can come cuddle in. I mean if it’ll help you feel better.” The words leave his mouth in a rush, and he can feel his cheeks beginning to flush. You both stare at each other, the slight awkwardness of Steve’s suggestion hanging in the air. It’s not that you and Steve have never cuddled, but over the last few months you can both feel a change in the way you view each other. You finally scoot over and place yourself next to him sitting up far too straight to be comfortable. 

Between your sudden need to have the perfect posture of a statue and Steve’s confusion about where to put his arm to keep things friendly the awkwardness increases tenfold. Finally Steve can’t help but break the silence with an awkward, “There ya go, safe and sound hm?” He meant it to sound like a joke but the strain in his voice tips you off that you’re not the only one that feels like something is changing in your friendship and that getting too close may lead to confessions that aren’t quite ready to be shared.

But you can’t remember the last time you were this close to Steve, faces so close you could count every long lash he has. And so you take a moment longer to stare at him before pointing out the obvious. 

“Steve I’d feel a bit safer if we actually turned the movie off”

You both burst out laughing, the awkwardness of the previous moment forgotten. Steve finally grabs the remote, replacing its spot on the coffee table with his feet. As he leans back the weight shift causes the couch to dip and for you to lean in a little closer than before. Finally, both feeling more comfortable you turn your attention back to the tv. 

It’s not long before evening turns to night and you start to feel your eyes drooping as sleep threatens to overtake you. With a slight yawn you cuddle in closer to Steve, wrapping your arms around his torso, tangling your legs with his own that are still stretched out resting on the table. Even through your tiredness you can feel Steve stiffen slightly at this new closeness. 

Steve isn’t sure how to respond at first because of course having your body wrapped around his own is okay, it’s more than okay. His mind is going into overdrive and suddenly he’s not tired anymore, in fact he’s pretty sure the nervous energy coursing through him is enough to run a marathon. Your half asleep voice finally catches his attention, as a soft “Stevie, is this okay?” leaves your lips. 

Looking down at your soft face, eyes closed and on the verge of sleep, his mind finally slows down enough to let him just enjoy the moment, and stop worrying so much about the what ifs. He leans down placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah angel, this is okay.”

oh look here's more prompts!

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE (… CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

I feel very motivated. Yes it’s 5 am

It’s December now……..originally wasn’t gonna consider this canon but it is. We’re cooking again. WE DRAW CLOSER TO 2002!!!!!!! its december 24th 2001 in story!!!

this one’s a quick one since it’s just a one off chrystler chapter.

hopefully it’ll hold u guys for just a LIITTLEEE longer while i work on other things too. by the way when i rewatched the eggnog match, it was so fast it actually made me mad LMAO, well not much you can do there anyway so i tried improvising..?

‘TWAS THE RAW before Christmas and you’re sure there’s a lot of holiday cheer. You’re excited. What’s the night got in store?

You received a blue and red envelope in your locker today.

It’s painfully obvious they were invited to Smackdown and Raw’s Christmas parties, but you think it’s only because they want you to see what each brand had in store. They hadn’t started the draft yet, but you’re sure both General Managers had their eyes on a few picks…including you.

All you can hope is that the fans don’t get tired of you. It’s probably the only way you’d be allowed to be a free agent.

Before you can leave, your phone rings. You’re a little concerned, given that you’re at work and have never ever gotten a call. You’re about to enter the room, but you take a step back to quickly answer. “Hello?”

‘Hello, sweetie! How are you? Are you working?’

It’s your mother, and when hearing her voice, you sigh. “Hey, yes. I’m working. Is something wrong?”

‘No, no at all.’ It makes you sigh again, but this time in relief. ‘I watched one of your shows. That Jeff boy seems very nice. I’d like if you bring him home for Christmas!’

Oh, that’s not…

It takes you a moment to respond. “What? Why?”

‘He just seems sweet! That is a pure-hearted boy, and you seem to care for him enough. I’ll be expecting you two love birds.’ She says. ‘That is if you’re able to come home.’

“I’m not sure. I think I might, but only for a day. The next Raw doesn’t get taped until…well, next year. In January. I forgot when Smackdown was.”

‘I hope you do. We miss you very much. Give what I said some thought! I won’t bother you anymore. I love you!’

“Love you too. Bye bye.” And you hang up. You don’t think you’ll ever tell anyone what she said. You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it!

You take a deep breath and shake it off. As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a camera and…Pat Patterson and Gerald Brisco in elf outfits.

Wow, what a party Mr. McMahon has hosted…

Speaking of him, he was already at the door once he opened it. “I totally wasn’t listening to your conversation,” He clarified. You roll your eyes. But your boss is thrilled to see you, outstretching his arms.

“You’re the star of the night! I assure you, you’ve chosen the right party. You’re going to love it here.”

He tries going in for a hug, but you don’t react. Instead, he awkwardly reaches his hand out, and you shake it hesitantly. This is still your boss, after all.

“Everybody give a warm welcome to [Name]!” Vince announced. Great, now everyone’s staring.

You give a small wave as everyone in the room soundly greets you. Some of these people look familiar. Billy and Chuck, Terri, Christian, The Dudley Boyz….

And then there’s Stacy. Your eyes brighten once you see her in the room. She’s the only one you know well. She’s also excited to see you, hopping off of (who you can assume is) Bubba’s lap.

“[Name]! You came!”

“Hi.” You wave. “You look nice.”

Your voice is dry, which makes Stacy pout in return. However, your compliment puts her at ease. “Thanks!”

She then takes her hand and pulls on your shirt. “What’s with this? I thought you’d be all dressed up! It’s about to be Christmas! You dressed up when we were in WCW, remember?”

You do. It’s not because you wanted to, either. You didn’t really have a choice. Management wanted all the girls to come out in their little cute Santa’s helper costumes, and the moment you complained about it, you were told that you could just go for the day…and not be on TV.

You shake your head. “I’d rather just wear my regular clothes. Now, you may ask why again. The answer…is because I can. “To you, that reason was as good as any.

“Ugh, come on.” She whines. “I wanted to see you in something nice. I think the crowd would love it, too!”

There lies the problem. You scoff. “As if I’m showing any kind of skin in this landfill of a place called Miami. Of all the states we have to be in, it’s Florida?! Gross..” Your words incite booing from the crowd, but it’s not like you can hear them anyway. “This place sucks. I saw a man wrestling an alligator outside.”

“You’re silly. You should take a load off.” Stacy grins. Little did she know, you were dead serious. And the man was WINNING! Incredible.

You figured there was no convincing Stacy. She must’ve thought you were crazy.....if she doesn’t already.

She takes her hand and pats your shoulder. “It’s okay, [Name]. Maybe you’re just a little hazy from excitement. You should have some fun with us!”

“I don’t think I can.” You decline. “I’ve got a segment soon. So, not for long. Whatever’s going on here, I’m happy to see we’re all getting along.”

“I’m taking that you like it here?” Vince cuts in, then motions towards the other wrestlers. “See all the star power in here. That could be you. You can be involved. You sign with SmackDown, I promise you you’ll see that and more.”

You will consider. You’re not entirely sure whether or not you want to be with either brand because they have pros and cons. The problem is, which one would you rather deal with?

“Right, um..” You hesitate for a second, and Vince immediately jumps on his chance.

“Well, why don’t you come over and drink some punch? If that’s not your thing, we’ve got a lot of options.” He holds up a bottle of sparkling cider.

Man, he’s really trying hard, huh?

The arrival of Booker T grabs his attention, and you slink away to Christian instead. “Hey! Been a while.”

Christian looks around before looking at you with a grin. (Something you know he did on purpose) “If it isn’t my favorite fan! How’s it going, tiny?”

It’s been a while since he’s even called you that nickname, and it still does NOT hold true. You swear to god it’s not true. “I have definitely been fine! Just hanging in there.”

“I dunno, what you did at Vengeance was completely nuts. Are you sure you’re just hanging in there? Not gonna do the same to me, are you?” He asks.

“No. I just want to relax today! I really do.” You admit. You’re tired, and you want some time to think. This party does nothing for your racing thoughts, but the least you could do was try and enjoy it before leaving.

Which was probably soon.

“I don’t mean to butt in at all,” Terri comes over to you and rubs your shoulder. “But are you doing alright? The last time I saw you was when you mistook me for Torrie. And you had a bit of a meltdown during Vengeance.”

Wow, you really did leave a mark. Everyone must know about your little stunt. You fight a smile. “I’m just fine. I got my anger out and everything. I’m totally not mad.”

That was a lie. You are still mad and are unsure how long it’ll last, but you are still upset at Torrie. You’re still upset at Jeff and Raven as well, but the difference is that you don’t think you’ll ever forgive her for what she’s done so far.

Terri was going to speak again, but Vince loudly called everyone to attention. “You guys! Listen up, I got a surprise.” The door opens, and you don’t believe your eyes. “Courtesy of Santa himself, Santa’s little helpers!”

….Wait a second, these aren’t elves. They’re women! Did he seriously invite strippers?

They’re fully clothed, but their dresses were so short you might as well consider it next to nothing. It’s not like you’re complaining per se, but jeez. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kid-friendly show?

Haha, as if. You chuckle to yourself a bit.

Vince is introducing them as Santa’s helpers indeed. He takes “Vixen’s” hand to lead her onto a table.

“Alright,” You don’t want to stay around for this. “You guys have a good night, okay? I think I’m cutting it close. I need to get out in the ring.”

“But I’ve got a lot to show you, [Name]. You can’t just leave yet!” Vince tried to convince you, but you shook your head.

“Really can’t. But I promise I’ll consider Smackdown.”

You have to quickly exit before he can say anymore, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to talk in the ring.

Did you expect anything less from Vince McMahon? No. Hopefully, Raw would fare better.

Well, you’ll see soon enough.

It’s your turn to go out there, and you were pretty amped up about it. Sure, it’s another show of Raw, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Santa should be out and about now!

You want to show the crowd and everyone at home how excited you are for Christmas. Today’s another episode of Time Out with [Name]!

Once your entrance music plays, you push back the curtains and head down the ramp. Thanks to your stunt at Vengeance, you got a lot of mixed reactions from the crowd. 

Jerry is the first to point it out. ‘Well, she seems to be in a good mood, JR!’

‘She sure is. I’m not sure if we should be on guard or not. That woman is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.’

Thankfully, they had given you a mic before going out there. The moment you slid into the ring and were faced to face with thousands of people, you couldn’t help but fall into a laugh.

“Okay, I know what you guys are thinking,” You begin. “Vengeance may have gotten a little out of hand! I get it. But if you were in my shoes, you’d understand! Anyway, that’s not why I came here tonight.”

JR can only shake his head. ‘Well, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what’s going on in that mind of hers.’

“I have an extraordinary guest today..” You trail off. “In fact, you all know him very well! He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake! It’s Santa—“

The Rock’s music plays instead. He quickly storms down to the ring, and you’re actually shocked that he interrupted you like that. The crowd cheers so loudly that you can’t even hear your thoughts. You figured it was a given. You’re in Miami, after all.

You start to talk as soon as he starts climbing into the ring. “Um, excuse me? Rocky?” The little pet name you call him makes him raise that iconic eyebrow toward you. “I-I didn’t call for you. I was waiting for Santa. But you’re more than welcome to wait for him with me.”

He stares at you momentarily, then reaches over the ring for a mic. There’s still more silence, and as you await your response, you look at him expectantly.

“..No.” He finally says. “The Rock came here to share a very important message with the MILLIONS—and MILLIONS—of Rock’s fans.”

“I get that.” You say. “I’m all for it, but this is my show. Like, jeez, if you’re gonna interrupt Santa, at least let me ask you some questions.”

“You think Santa’s coming here?! Miami is hot as hell, the guy’s gonna melt!” He’s got a fair point. But it’s Christmas! Santa would make a way to get here one way or another. “[Name], The Rock came out here because he has a few questions for you. You’re going to want to hear this, sweetheart.”

You’d be almost flattered at the pet name if it wasn’t for the slight derisive tone behind it. You can’t deny your curiosity, though. “Oh, pray tell!”

“You and The Rock both hate Chris Jericho. You and The Rock also hate….Stephanie McMahon.” He says. It’s true. Very true! You hate both of them. “And because we share the same hatred, The Rock has gotten you a gift. Consider it a peace offering.”

How sweet! Can’t refuse presents. Maybe Santa could wait for a minute. Hopefully, Austin won’t get too angry that you’ve accepted this.

He reaches over the ropes to one of the stagehands, and he’s handed a neatly wrapped gift. It is handed off to you, and you’re already excited, ripping it open as fast as possible.

The camera zooms in on your gift, and it’s…

…a book with a red bull on the cover. You look at him in confusion before repeating the title for the crowd. “The Rock’s night before Christmas? Did you really just give me a book??”

The Rock ignores your comment, and the crowd laughs as he takes the book away from you.

“You sure are. Here, let The Rock help you,” He flips open the book to one of the pages. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even….a mouse.” He pauses for a moment. “The weather was warm, not a trace of snow, just as The Rock got ready to whoop Chris Jericho.”

You nod your head. The only reason why you’re playing along is because of the Jericho line.

But he teases you anyway. “…See, there you go. That’s how you read a book. Go on, try it.” He hands it back to you.

You clear your throat. Guess that’ll be a way to pass the time waiting for Santa. “Jericho claims to be the best. The Rock has found this quite brutal. Clearly, Chris Jericho is a man who has no strudel.”

Whatever that means. The crowd goes crazy, though.

You look over to The Rock, and he nods in approval. He makes a motion with his hands for you to keep going. “I am a living legend! Y2J would sing, trembling with fear as he heads into the peoples ring…and faster, faster than Scrooge, saw the ghost of Christmas past—“

The Rock cuts you off, finishing the rhyme once and for all. “The Rock hit the people’s ring and WHOOPED Y2J’S ASS!”

Wow! What a wonderful Christmas gift. Not.

You thought it was something useful. For all you care, he could’ve gifted you a chair. A brand new kendo stick. Maybe even a steel pole. Hell, you’d even take a pair of socks over this book.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but this is my gift? No joke?”

The Rock nodded. “Well?? Do you like it?”

Your silence told a million words. The moment you’re about to speak, you can’t help but laugh once more. It takes you a minute to pull it together.

“As much as I would love to rag on Jericho, and believe me, I would LOVE to rag on him, that’s not what I expected. It’s Santa. And in the spirit of Christmas, it just so happens I have a gift for the crowd, too.”

The crowd cheers, but you already know what they’re thinking. You point a finger upward. “No, it has nothing to do with me taking my clothes off!”

And just like that, the crowd begins to boo. Aw.

Just as you’re about to spill the deets about your Christmas gift, the familiar tune of Kurt Angle’s music plays. For the love of god, you just want Santa Claus!!

“Sorry, guys..” Kurt insincerely apologizes from the top of the ramp. “All this talk about Christmas makes me think about something. What is it that you said about Santa Claus? He sees you when you’re sleeping..he knows when you’re awake?”

You scoff at the mimicking of what you said earlier, but he continues. “Well, if you ask me, Saint Nick is a pervert! I’ll tell ya what, I hope Santa isn’t watching tonight because I plan on being very naughty.”

How dare he drag Santa’s name through the dirt like that? “You can’t say those things about Santa. Most importantly, you can’t just say you’ll be naughty! You’re the pervert!” You accuse.

“You’re the only one thinking that way, [Name]!” Kurt accused back. “And boy, I am glad you’re not stripping out here tonight. Now that’s a relief. This is supposed to be a kid-friendly show!” Yeah right.

“Are you sure about that?” You question. “Earlier, there was—“

He quickly cuts you off. “As a matter of fact, you or anyone else shouldn’t be idolizing Santa. There is someone far more powerful than he is, and it’s Vince McMahon. In fact, he got your Olympic hero a very special Christmas present.”

“Vince makes little kids cry at that sight of him!” You accuse. “You think they’d idolize him??”

You’re unsure if it is true, but he’s scary. You remember when he ran towards you and Trish during that one match. A literal nightmare. “What did you get? I bet it’s not better than mine!”

“Don’t you know?” As Kurt is speaking, you can hear the crowd chanting ‘asshole’ around you. It makes you giggle. “It’s—“

“Woah, woah, woah!” The Rock interrupts. “Please let them finish calling you an asshole!”

You seem exasperated that your show has been hijacked yet again, on Christmas Eve nonetheless. “Guys, there’s gotta be a way we can settle this. You know, somewhere else?”

“No, no, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” Kurt says. Both of them have said that, so that means that you won’t like it as much..

“That present is a shot at the undisputed title. That’s right, tonight is going to be a triple-threat match. The Rock versus Chris Jericho versus Kurt Angle. Ho, ho, ho, it’s true!”

You had brushed it off when she said it in passing, but Trish really had a point when she said that the men ruin everything. This was already cutting into your time.

Kurt seems to be confident, though. “And I tell you what, Rock, your chances at winning the title in front of these sleazy hometown losers just went slim to none!”

“Let me just say,” You decide to add. “That Stone Cold Steve Austin would wipe you two off the map! Uh, no offense, Rocky.” You say, gently setting a hand onto his bicep. “If Vince McMahon had any good in him, which I doubt, he would let Austin into that triple threat and make it a fatal four-way!”

The jeering quickly turns into cheers, and you bow to your fantastic suggestion.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Kurt yells. He decides to make his way down the ramp, and you start to feel like this isn’t ending well. “I got this fair and square. Stone Cold doesn’t deserve this as much as I do. There’s a reason why Vince put the Olympic Gold Medalist into action and not some trailer park trash.”

Ouch. You wince.

“Seeing as you came out here and interrupted [Name] ’s little show..” Finally, the recognition you deserve. “Just let The Rock finish his Christmas message and he’ll tell you exactly how he feels about this whole thing—“

The sound of holiday bells fills the arena, and you immediately shush The Rock, albeit ruder than you intended to be. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” You yell. “IT’S SANTA!”

Lo and behold, it’s Jolly Old Saint Nick himself. Santa’s holding a red sack, which is likely full of presents.

More than likely, it was merchandise, and Santa reached in and began tossing things into the crowd. You’re giving him a standing ovation.

The Rock looks at you as if you’re insane. Even Kurt, who had just begun climbing the ropes into the ring, shoots you a look as well.

“Look! It’s Santa!” You exclaim, pointing right at him. “He’s right there! I told you guys he was coming!”

After a minute of throwing things out into the crowd, Santa chucks his bag into the ring and clambers in. You immediately hold out your mic for him to take. You’ll grab another one, you don’t even care.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa bellowed. This is really happening in real time. You skip over to the ropes and reach for a new mic as he continues talking. “Have you wrestlers been good this year?!”

You make haste to grab a new microphone. “I have!” There’s a giggle in your voice. “I don’t know about them, but I’ve been the nicest!”

Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so! You beat up poor Stephanie McMahon just a few weeks ago!” He calls back to your handicap match, but in your defense, she started it.

“That wasn’t my fault. Stephanie was trying to interfere! She even interrupted my show!” You shoot back. “You know, like you two interrupted mine?!”

He’s still not swayed. “She’s a potential business partner! You can’t just do that to a potential business partner!” Kurt then gives you a sardonic grin. “Personally, I’m just making it better.”

“A potential business partner? HA! Maybe on the street!” You laugh. “I swear to god, I will—“

Santa immediately puts a stop to your petty bickering. “Friends! There’s no need to argue. I can see how good you are in your hearts!”

That was so real. You smile, but The Rock is shaking his head. He points a finger toward him. “So, Santa, you came to The Rock’s hometown of Miami…..all the way from the North Pole? The Rock isn’t sure if he believes that.”

“What do you mean you don’t believe it?! He’s Santa!” You motion towards him.

Kurt doesn’t believe it either. “Yeah, right. I hate to agree with him, but look at him!”

All three of you turn to look at Santa at the same time. You personally see nothing wrong with him. “What’s the deal? This is definitely Santa.”

“…Well, [Name], whatd’ya want for Christmas?” Santa asks.

“See! How else would he know my name if he wasn’t Santa?” You question. You take a second to think about what you want, then bring the mic up so you can talk.

As soon as you’re about to speak, Santa Claus stands up and cuts you off. “Aht, aht, aht!” He waves a finger. “That was a test. Never tell your wish! Fret not, Santa knows all. Perhaps you’ll get what you want this year!”

You’re convinced and happy. That’s all that matters.

“Listen, ‘SANTA,’ Kurt sarcastically begins. “If you’re the real deal, I want to win the Undisputed Championship tonight. Can ya’ do that for me?!”

“I apologize, Kurt, but…. you’ve told me your wish; I don’t believe I can grant it.”

“HA!” You laugh. He’s not getting the Undisputed title for sure now. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.

“You can’t grant my wish...” Kurt repeats, nodding his head a bit. “Okay.” He shrugs it off momentarily, giving the impression that he’s about to leave, but he swoops Santa off his feet and into an Olympic Slam. As soon as Poor Santa hits the ground, Kurt angrily yells at him. “YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME MY WISH, SANTA!”

“Wait!!” You yell. But it’s too late. “NOO! What’re you doing?! I can’t believe you!!!” You’re so distraught that your words are coming out way too fast. Kurt Angle just gave Santa an Olympic Slam!

To make things worse, Kurt pulls him right into the Ankle Lock. You’re yelling, but The Rock just stands there. That is until he decides to yank Kurt back and exchange blows with him instead.

As of right now, pain is all you feel. You kneel down to the fallen Santa, trying your best to help him up.

There’s one thing for sure. This Raw would be memorable…for all the wrong reasons.

Today’s matches are as follows…

RIKISHI VS. TEST

APA VS. BILLY AND CHUCK

TORRIE WILSON VS. STACY KEIBLER VS. [NAME] (EGGNOG MATCH)

RVD VS. LANCE STORM

CHRISTIAN VS. THE HURRICANE (EUROPEAN TITLE)

BOOKER T VS. MAVEN

BUBBA CLAUS VS. TAJIRI CLAUS

CHRIS JERICHO VS. KURT ANGLE VS. THE ROCK

You double take once you see your name alongside Stacy and Torrie.

Who put you in the eggnog match? You’re going to kill someone. This is probably one of the first gimmick matches you’ve had here, and it makes you reconsider shunning a bra and panties match…

….Nah, nothing would ever make you reconsider that. By some stroke of luck, you haven’t been signed up for one. However, you’d much rather have an actual match tonight!

Now you’ve got a bone to pick with Raw’s new owner. More than likely, he had something to do with this, so you can’t blame Vince THIS TIME. You may just start blaming him for shits and giggles, though.

“[Name]!”

You look behind you to see RVD storming down the hall. He doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods, but you still try and be friendly. “Hey there! What’s up?”

It’s a bit off-putting to see him so irritated. He seems so laid back. The moment he grabs your shoulders is when you realize that it may be serious. “Have you seen Chris Jericho? This is important.”

Seems like everyone’s looking for him. He is always causing trouble. You think it’ll only get worse now that he’s the Undisputed champion, but you can only hope someone else can beat him.

If that doesn’t happen, perhaps you’ll have to intervene.

He rubs his temple. “He attacked me on Heat before Vengeance. I know he’s performing tonight, but I don’t care. Lance Storm had a lot to say about it, so now I’ve gotta kick his ass.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. My advice is to try the locker room. He’s vain enough to stay in there for days if he could. I’m sure he loves checking himself out.” You recommend.

RVD seems to relax a bit. He doesn’t think he can be mad around you, at least not for long. He lets go of your shoulders. “Alright, Miss Nitro. I’ll try.”

That’s like the second nickname someone’s given you. Can’t complain about it, though. It’s kinda cute!

Though you feel bad that you can only catch him in the halls, you smile anyway. “I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve gotta hit up the party. We’ve gotta hang out sometime. I really enjoyed it when we were a team.”

“Ditto.” He agrees. “Well, when you need a partner, come find me.”

You wave at him, he returns it, and you two go your separate ways. The main objective was to get to Raw’s party. Talking to Ric Flair was really important.

You could hear a distant “woo!!” from down the hallway. Yeah, he’s definitely in there.

You pick up the pace a bit to reach the door, and you quickly open it. Upon entry, you can see more people that you know. Trish, Jacqueline, Big Show, Hurricane, Tajiri, Torrie…

Seeing her sitting in Santa Tajiri’s lap, you can’t help but stare in awe. She seems surprised, too, not expecting you to be at the party. There’s a camera here, so it follows you to where you stand. You cross your arms.

They did an awful job of telling you these things.

You glance around again and notice that Edge is here, too. God damn it.

Once you and Torrie locked eyes, the room fell silent. Some of your coworkers are starting to get an idea of how unstable you are.

They just hoped you wouldn’t go ballistic on her right now. It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun! You get the gist, so you decide to clear the air. “I just want to talk to Ric Flair. I'm not here to fight or anything.”

Nevermind the fact you got an invitation..

Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief, continuing their miscellaneous conversations. Were they really that concerned..?

The Nature Boy makes his way over to you. “You called for me?!” You flinch at his tone of voice. He’s so loud.

“Yeah, why’d you schedule me in that eggnog match?” You question. “I don’t want to be in it. In fact, there’s no reason for me to be in it.”

He grabs a drink from the table and raises it up toward you in offering. “I thought it would be a good opportunity, I wanna see you wrestle!”

You wave your hand at him. “You did! Remember that one match with The Rock? You fixed the match!”

“Not good enough! I wanna see some hair pullin’, eye scratchin’, clothes rippin’! Woo!” Ric chants. “You’re the only person that can deliver it! I've seen you go at it when you were in WCW!”

You can’t even get a word out before he’s yelling even more. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE NATURE BOY!! WE ARE PARTYING DOWN TONIGHT, WE ARE LOOKIN’ GOOD!”

You really fight the urge to say: “Take your pills, old man,” but you instead decide to zip it for now. Guess you’ll have to participate.

Meanwhile, Edge makes his way over to you. He’s got garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and you know he’s still goofy as ever.

“Hey there, you.” He greets.

You wave. “Hi.” This is too awkward for you, so you cut to the chase. “We’re fine now, right? I saw you catch my kiss. I blew you.”

“Hah, blew me.” Edge chuckled. Ha, ha. You almost laughed, he’s sooo hilarious. “I don’t know why you came out there, but I kind of liked it.”

You’re happy. At least he didn’t seem to be mad at you anymore. He totally took things out of context. You wanted to map out a few things to say to him in your head, but it’s tough when Torrie talks so loudly in her squeaky voice.

It’s like she was doing it on purpose. Like she’s raising her voice so that you could hear. If that’s what she wants, so be it. You turn around to look.

“Wooow!!” She chirps, unwrapping a lingerie set from the box. ��You want me to be naughty, don’t you?! It’s beautiful, I love it!”

God, you hate her. You swiftly turn around to leave but are stopped by Debra coming in with a tray of neatly placed cookies.

“Hey, sweetie!” She greets you with a big smile. “I’m glad you could make it! It’s not a party without my famous cookies!”

You’re gonna be honest. Those look like the sugar cookies from the store, but you’ll still eat them.

She hands over the tray to Ric. “Oh! Steve will be here any minute!” He’s coming too?! Cool! It is a little surprising to hear he’s actually gonna show up. Everyone in the room starts to cheer, including the crowd.

Alright, perhaps the night can turn itself around after all.

Eggnog shouldn’t be that bad. It's not your favorite drink, but it’s better than gravy. You bet poor Trish had to take so many showers.

It honestly reminds you of when Kurt hosed the Alliance down with milk. You won’t ever forget that night. You shiver just thinking about it.

The ladies of the night have already made their entrance. You’re the last one to come out. You don’t even bother dressing up all festive, as your gear will probably be drenched anyway.

Your music hits. Now’s the time to go out there and get this match done as quick as you can.

“And finally, introducing [Name]!”

For a moment, you stop midway on the ramp to look at the girls and the pool of eggnog.

If they said this was for a WCW taping, you would’ve believed them.

You finally reach the end of the ramp, looking over and shaking your head. You can’t believe you’re doing this. All the while, Torrie’s tossing candy canes into the crowd while you walk over toward the side. At least someone’s enjoying this.

As soon as you get down there, she turns toward you and coyly passes you a candy cane, but you slap it out of her hand. You don’t want that shit.

Stacy quickly takes advantage, yanking her over by the shoulder and slapping her. Stacy yells over to you, “Let’s throw her in!”

Absolutely. You give her a nod, and the two of you back over to Torrie. The both of you pick her up, adjusting so she doesn’t get hurt too bad when you toss her.

“One, two….” You begin to count, the two of you rocking back and forth. “Three!” And there she goes, right into the pool of eggnog. Some of it splashes on you, but you don’t care.

Cameras around you flashed and it almost blinded you for a moment, causing you to squint for a moment before rubbing your eyes.

Once you come to, you see Stacy raising her hand for a high five. You smile and give her one, but as soon as she turns her back on you to laugh at Torrie, you shove her into the pool.

What an idiot! It’s every woman for themselves tonight. While you actually start to find this fun, you foresee a messy shower in the future. Carefully, you step right into the pool. You didn’t want to slip and hurt yourself.

Of course, the first thing you do is to try and drown Torrie. Just to shut her up for a bit. You grab her hair, submerge her under the eggnog for a minute or two, and then pull her back up. She’s coughing and sputtering.

Stacy’s doing her best to regain some balance, even trying to grab on the referee for some leverage. You’re too focused on Torrie, though.

The smell of eggnog was starting to make you sick. You don’t think you ever want to see eggnog ever again.

You try to adjust to pull Torrie onto a very slippery STF, but you keep losing your grip every few seconds. You did your best to keep it on, though.

Torrie reaches her hand out, but there’s no rope to save her now. You think she’s just about to tap!….until Stacy got her head back in the game and broke up the submission.

Now, you’ll have to focus on her for a minute. There’s not much you can do in the pool, which is one of the reasons why you hated this match so much.

She drags you off of Torrie and starts slapping you around a bit. Seems like she doesn’t know what to do either.

That damn Ric Flair. What did you even get out of this? Definitely not a title match that’s for sure.

Either you do a roll up pin or you force them to tap. You’re leaning on the latter. You don’t know your time limit, so you’re gonna have to make do. You scoop Stacy up and slam her back into the pool, eggnog splashing everywhere.

Poor Torrie’s little Santa outfit was almost halfway off of her. Stacy was in the same state. You were smart enough NOT to dress in anything like that. The crowd can have them, but not you!

“You girls have five more minutes!” The referee whisper-shouted.

Five minutes, okay. That’s not bad. Five minutes…

Wait, FIVE MINUTES?! Not good. You start to panic inwardly, and Torrie is the first to catch on.

She comes out of character to check in on you for a second. That is, after she coughs out more eggnog.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, but five minutes!” You exclaim, nearly losing your own footing, trying to adjust yourself.

You all need to start wrapping it up then. You’re almost disappointed it’s already almost over. Almost.

“Stacy!” You whisper-shout. “You’re gonna have to tap!” When you finish your sentence, you’re already moving to sweep her off her feet.

You really wish it was Torrie, but she’s too busy trying to get herself together. Man, if she threw up, there’s gonna be a problem.

Stacy desperately tries to claw at your arm to escape, to no avail. The referee circles around you two, and before you know it, she is tapping, causing eggnog to splash everywhere.

You let her go and shove her away, and the referee helps you up to raise your arm. You’re just ready to get the fuck out of dodge. You actually think that was the most embarrassing match you’ve been in.

“The winner of the eggnog match, [Name]!”

You snatch your arm from the referee and turn away to walk begrudgingly up the ramp, but don’t forget to bat your hand at the girls and the pool.

Your music blares in your ears, but it all sounds dull. All you care about is hitting the showers.

You’ve won, but at what cost? Sometimes, you really can’t help but hate your job.

As soon as you hit that curtain, Ric Flair gives you a round of applause with a smile. “Bravo!” Shockingly enough, he’s not being annoyingly loud. “Woooo! That was a show!”

“Good enough for you?” You ask sardonically. One of the stagehands passes you a towel, and you thank them. You use it to dry your face and hair. It’s gonna have to do for now.

God, you think you may have gotten eggnog in your ear…

“Hope you’re satisfied.” You have to hit your palm against your ear.

He just laughs, making you narrow your eyes.

“Listen, listen, I just have a deal for you. Because you did the favor of participating in this match, I’ve thought…how would you like to participate in the Royal Rumble?”

“What?!” You exclaim, nearly dropping your towel. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am. You see, I would like to surprise Vince. To keep him on his toes, I’m a bigger threat than he’ll ever know.” Ric explains. “There’s only 30 spots; I’m sure he will fill them quickly. So, you may want to talk to your fellow wrestlers. Maybe they’ll give up a spot.”

That’ll be hard to do. You know for a fact no man is willing to give up a spot like that. You’ll have to drive a hard bargain…

It takes a moment for you to respond. “..Well, I would love to, really! But I wouldn’t know how to get anyone to give up their spot. And I would have to just. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

It was sprung onto you so suddenly that you weren’t sure what to do. Ric understands, luckily.

“Well, how about this? You take the rest of the night off. Go get cleaned up and think about it. Trust me, both of us are the winners.”

Now, that is an offer you cannot refuse. You’ll have to join the party next time.

For now, you just need to think.

[daryascurse]

ooh for the ask game ! zeke's I, M, and R ?? (the way u write him in chl is so... *chefs kiss* but also *feral dog barking noises*)

OOOMG 😍 Always thrilled to poke into the brain of ZEKE JAEGER and see what terrible things we find.

And thank you thank you thank you! I am rotten over him!! With that, as opposed to how I answered Eren’s submission in a modern AU, let’s just do our CHL canonical Zeke with just a few references to that fic to anchor us, lol…

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: oral, exhibitionism, brothels; AFAB reader with nongendered pronouns

ALPHABET NSFW ASKS (still open! -- please limit to 3 letters max!)

I for Imagination [What do they fantasize about?]

Since Zeke Jaeger met you, you’ve thoroughly poisoned his mind. He finds himself daydreaming in Warrior meetings, needing to pinch the back of his hands to irritably bring him back to the serious strategic discussions. That’s bad, that’s dangerous, that’s the reason he excuses himself and shoos the shadow of Colt away to have a cigarette alone on the roof. He knows your daily routine, he’s made it his business to learn it, and so he knows he’ll never encounter you hanging laundry on the lines or stooping to pick gathered sheets up in a basket. He still finds himself almost hoping he will. So he smokes, spitting tobacco that gathers behind his lips over the edge of the roof, and thinks about what he’ll do the next time he does run into you, whether the encounter is planned or not. For the length of the cigarette he lets himself imagine more. He thinks of you coming into the Warrior’s meeting room, bowing your head in the learned deference to those honorary Eldians, offering an apology for interrupting – you’re just going to empty the wastebaskets and be on your way. And he imagines rising up, telling you to forget your work, to come over to him. As if Pieck, Porco, Colt, Reiner were absent, as if you’d even had time to close the door, how he would direct you to kneel on the floor before his chair. He would lounge back, examine a paper on the table with a casual glance down his nose and push his glasses up with a single finger. He’d ask Porco some question, holding his gaze with a cool command. And all the while, of course you would know what to do; and even as Porco would blush irritably and snap back his response, your soft pretty hands would be at his pants, letting out his cock and opening your mouth around him. He wouldn’t give any of them, even you, the satisfaction of letting his pleasure show. That would come when he – the War Chief – at last dismissed them, when your whimpers were no longer muffled below the table as you choked on his length. That’s when he would acknowledge you again, sweeping the notes and papers off the table and sitting you on the edge, returning the favor between your thighs with a delicious fervor as you’d make the breathy, keening sounds he loves – And he shakes his head, chuckles a little at himself for even thinking that word. He exhales smoke and screws up his eyes at the sky, changing the fantasy in the last few dregs he can pull out of this cigarette before going back down to cold, sober reality. Instead, rather, he’d have you splayed on your back with the sounds you’re making garbled whimpers of overwhelming stimulation as he fucks you on the table, holding your thigh down to spread your hips wide with one hand and furiously rubbing your clit with the other, a thirsty, satisfied smile on his lips. “You know we had to cut the meeting short because of you? How am I supposed to get anything done with you around?”

M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]

Because Zeke is so clever, and knows so insufferably that he’s so clever, sex with him is very verbal. Not that he expects an intelligent discussion from you, but if something crawls into his mind as he lies on the bed and watches you bent between his knees, he’ll just say it. He can tell the rumble of his voice makes you shake, knows how to tease pretty sounds off your tongue when he has you on your stomach and breathes words into your skin. When your mouth is full with him, he knows how to offer and withhold praise to make you moan and choke over his cock. And when his mouth is full of you, hands crawling up your chest, he knows that even offering his own grating groans will make you rush onto his lips. Even if your only reaction is to flush and stammer, getting that little rise out of you is satisfying to him. “You taste like you’re close. Come for me, on my tongue. I want to hear you.”

R for Role Play [What is their role-playing fantasy?]

Zeke doesn’t see any shame in the fact that he’s frequented brothels before, mostly because he’s apathetic about the concept as a whole. He’s left being a customer long behind him, long before the mission to Paradis; but he’s mildly surprised to reflect on the past years and realize that it’s been almost as long since he even just accompanied a fellow Warrior Candidate on an illicit visit to the red light district. When someone – maybe Pieck – presents the suggestion that he should take Colt, he acquiesces easily. It’s mostly out of the same apathy, partially from some curiosity as to how the young man would hold his own (or fail to), and, on an even more minuscule level, from some deep-buried twinge of guilt – that he should let the kid see some fun things in the world. What surprises him, as he leads the nervous Colt through the hallways of an underground apartment that seems much dingier, much more cramped than memory serves, is that you come to mind. That your face is almost superimposed on the woman sitting on a stool and holding her hand out, demanding some payment up front. That your smile is the uncertain, professional curve of lips playing on the mouth of the second woman who opens the door for Colt. He closes the door behind the furiously blushing man and waves away a third woman who dances up to him with hips nothing like yours, and ascends the stairs for a cigarette. He thinks about the skimpy, revealing clothes these women wear, and wonders, with a twist of his mouth and a hardening in his pants, how you would look crawling towards him with heavily lidded eyes and gauzy silks slipping off your frame. “I paid for a private dance. If I don’t get my money’s worth, you’ll have a very unhappy customer on your pretty little hands.”

It’s so funny because I’m really not through enough with work to procrastinate with these (but that’s what tomorrow’s for!!) but I had ideas for CHL I just had to write down which is what fully turned my attention away].

[kiankiwi]

I saw that u write for criminal minds sooooooooo

Cg Bau x little reader while she is in babyspace and non-verbal and someone hurt her but they dont notice it until she get Afraid of something that she wasnt Afraid of like her crib or smth. And they found out

Okay! I think I'm gonna do Spencer for this one :) It's not my best but I hope you like it <3 feel free to send me anything else you would like me to write :)

You were careful not to regress until at least you were on the jet. This case was rough on everyone but especially you since you fought with the unsub and had a gun held to your head. He had even locked you in his torture chamber and had tried to chain you to the wall before the team got there. Thank god the team got there in time to save you from becoming another victim.

Reid could tell you were trying not to slip. He sat next to you on the jet and rubbed your back and let you lean into him for cuddle. "Feeling small baby?" You stayed quiet and grabbed at Reid's badge, playing with it. You loved to play with Reid's badge when you were tiny. "Do you want a paci?" Reid whispered.

Everyone on the team knew about your regression so you didn't feel the need to deny it. You nodded and Reid went into his go back and pulled out a pink finger paci, handing it to you. You sucked hard on it. "Oooh, we got a tiny one on our hands now?" Hotch asked you, offering you a rare grin. You just whined and hid behind Reid's shoulder.

"Alright, alright baby, you're okay, Hotch's just teasing." Reid said as he scooped you up and held you in his lap where he hoped you'd sleep for the rest of the flight.

Later that night, you were calm but still nonverbal and you've never been silent this long before. Even in babyspace, Reid still heard you excitedly babble every now and then. But after fighting with the unsub? Nothing. Reid sat on the floor with you as you laid on your playmat, playing with the arch with hanging toys when he poked your belly to get your attention.

"Hey baby, are you okay? You know you can talk to daddy if something's wrong right? Daddy misses your lovely voice bubba." You decided to ignore your daddy and attempted to roll away from him. "Hey, hey, where you going?"

You guys played for a while longer until it was time for bed. Reid gave you a bath and got you into your pajamas and you still didn't say a word. Giving up on asking you to speak, Reid made you a warm bottle and brought you up to your nursery. You were fine UNTIL Reid adjusted you in his arms and shut your nursery door. Then you started violently sobbing remembering the chains on the wall in the unsubs rooms. You did NOT want to be shut in this room.

"What baby? What's the matter?" Spencer nearly dropped your bottle as you wriggled around in his arms, trying to get out of the room. Spencer bounced you and shushed you, trying to show you everything was fine. "It's okay baby, you're okay. I promise."

Reid walked over to your crib and attempted to put you in it but you didn't want the bars around you. As he attempted to lower you in, you held onto his neck, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms. You screamed louder, getting snot and drool all over his shirt. "Baby, what is up with you?" Reid asked. You pointed to the door, hoping he would understand.

"What baby? It's just you and me at home right now." You shook your head and pointed incessantly at your closed nursery door. "Are you scared?" Reid asked. You answered by snuggling against Reid's neck. "Here, how about we try this..." Holding onto you, Reid walked over to your door and opened it, leaving it ajar on purpose.

You significantly calmed down as he swayed you in his arms. "There, is that better? I'm sorry that scared you baby, but I promise you're safe with daddy now. Can we sit and have a bottle now?" You looked over to where Reid dropped your bottle and reached toward it.

Reid got the bottle and brought you over to the rocking chair. You tried to sleep as daddy rocked you but you weren't relaxed enough from your scare to sleep just yet. You whined, getting overtired but too jarred to sleep. "You're okay sweetie. Here should we walk around?"

Reid went downstairs and walked around the house with you laying your head on your shoulder.

It took an extra twenty minutes of him pacing but you finally started snoring on his shoulder. Reid smiled and decided to lay you in the bassinet that was in his room just in case you woke up and got scared again. "Goodnight, lovie. Daddy loves you so so much." Reid whispered.

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gatty sleep prompt let’s get u to bed!!!!!

I have completely given up on answering prompts in the order that I received them and I decided I wanted to do this one next so here we are! (I will get to all of them eventually I promise I haven't forgotten any / anyone) Thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy the result! If anyone else has any more sleep prompts they want to send in, the list can be found here! Let me know what you think! I love working on prompts and am so happy I was able to carve out some time for this one! Thank you so much for sending it in and for reading!

❤️Ally

Warnings: Fictional!Matty has a cold

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

George startled, nearly dropping the carry out bag of  wonton soup that he was holding— he hadn’t expected to find Matty in the kitchen. He was hunched over the kettle with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, a trail of tissues sprinkled like the breadcrumbs in Hansel and Gretel leading back to the bedroom as if he was worried he would lose his way. Based on the fever Matty had been sporting when George had left to pick him up the wonton soup from his favorite Chinese restaurant, the one that didn’t deliver, it was likely. George sighed, realizing he was going to have to be the one to pick up all the tissues. Matty got dizzy when he bent down, as they learned earlier that morning when he had dropped his phone off the side of the bed, tried to retrieve it, and then had to sit with his head between his knees for twenty minutes. 

“What are you doing up?” George asked, he would deal with the tissue situation later, and talk to Matty about throwing them into the bin he had left by the bed for that very purpose when he didn’t look like he was about to keel over. George placed the bag containing the container of soup onto the counter. Matty turned, leaning against the counter for support and blinking blurrily at him, before turning his head to cough into his elbow, the blanket slipping off of his boney shoulder. He looked even smaller, wearing one of George’s sweatshirts that swallowed his slight frame, George’s sweatpants hanging off his hips, the hemline dragged along the floor. Matty regularly stole George’s clothes, especially when he felt poorly, wrapping himself in the fabric that smelled like George, wearing the warmth like a hug. 

“Making tea,” he said, the words coming out rough and nasally, causing George to wince. He was surprised, Matty looked awful, he was pale and sweaty, his hair greasy and matted together, with dark circles under his eyes. His nose was red and irritated from blowing it, and George knew he was going to have to convince him to put some moisturizer on it lest the delicate skin start peeling. His sinuses were swollen making his entire face look puffy, his jaw shadowed with stubble and yet, he still managed to sound even worse than he looked. 

“I can see that,” said George, purposely not commenting on the fact that Matty was currently holding a mug of hot water, the tea bag still on the counter. He took a sip, wincing at the pain of swallowing, but not seeming to notice he hadn’t added the tea bag. 

George sighed. “Might want to add the tea bag then,” he said. Matty looked so pathetic holding his mug of hot water, so congested he couldn’t even taste the fact that he hadn’t added the bag that George wasn’t able to keep it to himself any longer. “If you’re making tea and all that.” 

Matty groaned, the sound low and annoyed as he glared at the mug as if it purposely offended him. George stepped into his space, taking the mug from him and setting it on the counter, popping the tea bag into the water. He knew the tea bag was supposed to be added before the water, but at this point he didn’t think it was going to make much of a difference. While the tea bag seeped, he wrapped his arms around Matty’s waist, and instinctually Matty buried his face in George’s chest. 

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?” said George softly, running his hand down Matty’s back. 

“But my tea,” Matty whined, sniffling in such a way that George was hit with the realization that he was going to need to change his tee shirt as soon as he got Matty upstairs, because apparently he was a tissue now as well. 

“I’ll make you a new cup,” said George soothingly, “I’ll even put the tea bag in the mug and add some honey, that’ll be good for your throat.” 

“Okay,” Matty sniffled, pulling away from George. 

George frowned, “are you crying love?” George asked, tilting Matty’s chin up to get a better look at his glassy eyes. 

Matty shook his head and then winced at the movement even as a tear fell, and George reached up and brushed it away with his thumb.

“It’s okay love, I’ll make you a new cup and bring you up some soup, let's just get you all settled and cozy again alright?” He soothed. 

“I just feel so terrible,” Matty whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling terrible, I just want to feel better.” 

“I know love,” said George, nudging Matty, who was unsteady on his feet out of the kitchen, and towards the stairs, careful not to step on any of the tissue trail or the end of the blanket he was still dragging behind him. George was impressed that Matty had actually made it down the stairs in one piece to begin with. “The doctor said you should start feeling better soon, just have to give it a few days for the antibiotics to kick in.” 

Matty groaned again. 

“I’m going to change the sheets real quick,” said George, parking Matty on the chair in the corner of the bedroom that he usually threw his clothes on. George quickly stripped the blankets and sheets off the bed, wrinkling his nose when he realized they were damp with sweat, and replaced them with clean ones with a practiced ease. He looked over at Matty who was now tilted over in the chair, leaning against the wall, breathing through his mouth, exhaustion painted across his face, his trip downstairs wiping him out completely.

He looked back at the clean sheets and sighed. “Do you think you’re up to a quick shower?” George asked, “I think it will help you feel better.” 

He tried not to think about how Matty had nearly brained himself in the shower the night before, the hot water and steam making him light headed. 

Matty shook his head, before curling over, a coughing fit taking over his body. 

“I just want to lay down,” he wheezed, and George winced, realizing he needed to choose his battles. 

“Let’s at least get you into some clean clothes,” he said, helping pull the sweatshirt over Matty’s head and replacing it with one of his tee shirts off of the pile of clean clothes he hadn’t yet had the chance to put away. He held onto Matty’s hands as he stepped out of the sweatpants and guided him back towards the bed. 

“Get some rest,” said George, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead. “I’ll reheat the soup for you when you’re feeling up to it.” 

“Thank you,” Matty rasped, “I love you.” 

George smiled, and kissed his forehead again. “I love you too.”

[siberat]

not the orginal anon but i loved your wg rodi/mus story! can you perhaps write a follow up when he goes to meet this mystery admirer? (if possible i would love for the angst about his wg continue :)) hope u doing well! and thanks in advance

Part One

Rodi/mus pranced his way through the corridors of the Lost Li/ght, rounding turn after turn until he stood in front of his habsuit door. His spark fluttered with excitement, for he was finally going to meet his secret admirer. Prim/us, he waited long enough, and everyone knew he hated surprises.

No.

He liked surprises, just hated waiting for them. The dear captain was a bit impatient after all.

He enjoyed immediate results (well, if he didn’t need to provide these required results, that is). The red and yellow mech was one of action! 

Wasting no time, he beelined it to his wash rack, turned the solvent, and stepped under the stream. Nice hot fluids cascaded over his frame. Rodi/mus found this one of the most relaxing times of the day: standing mindlessly under the shower. Why? He liked to imagine all the dirt getting rinsed off his beautiful frame. Also, he felt like it rinsed all his worries away. Down the drain you go!

Upon rubbing the washcloth over his body this time, his woes didn’t slough off him like in prior experiences. Instead, they clung like bugs splattered across one’s windshield when speeding down a road. This was caused by several reasons.

The major one is his weight gain. While he loved the scrumptious snacks gifted to him (clearly, by his expanding midsection), he missed his sleek frame. Looking down, his paunch expanded out a bit, hanging over his hips. Running his servo across his waist revealed a soft and squishy feeling that resembled a water balloon, not the firm tautness it once sported.

However, that special note claimed to not care about his now squishier belly, right?

The next worry was, who was the mystery mech? Sure, he had a major guess, but what if he was wrong? What if this mech was someone who would not be a desirable date? Rodi/mus could think of a couple that would fit that bill. While Swe/rve was a fun guy, he wouldn’t really be dating material: his mouth formed weird trapezoid shapes when he spoke at times. Weird.

Another lousy date would be Whi/rl. I mean… come on, the captain didn’t like to be mean, but that mech didn’t even have a real face. And he was just too obnoxious! Like, all the time, too.

The third wrong choice of a date sprung to the Auto/bot’s mind and made him drop the soap he was dousing the cloth in; Prim/us, what if it was Mega/tron? Fighting back his gag reflex, Rod/imus whimpered. Slag, how bad would that be? Imagine the reason the former Dece/pticon was on this ship was a lie, and it was all just some crazy, hyper-fanboy excuse to try to berth him?

“Bleeegh!”  the flame-colored mech shook his helm, hoping to shake that thought from his processor. If Mega/tron, the stupid self-proclaimed co-captain of this ship, awaited him, he would break down and cry!

The spray of solvent cut off, and his meticulous drying routine followed. Once the captain was satisfied with the shininess of his frame- and he checked every angle- he set off to the observational deck.

This was where he would come face to face with the gift giver. However, the closer Rodi/mus traveled to the destination point, the slower he walked. Gone was the excitement of meeting who was crushing on him; the feeling of dread awoke in its place. He no longer skipped, but rather dragged his pedes.

It wasn’t too late to turn back… He could pretend he didn’t receive the note. Ignorance can be bliss…. Right?

He stood face to wall with the door to the meeting place, yet didn’t know if he dared to go in. How badly did he need to know who this mech was? Was this really such a big deal? 

Let’s take a second to think about this…

The second is up. Everyone knows Rodi/mus doesn’t like surprises, and he cannot just walk away from this situation. So, we know he palms the door open and walked inside. With a reign of superior confidence too. As the saying goes: fake it until you make it.

And what is he greeted by?

Huge windows that showcase the vastness of space. Flecks of light litter the sky, and there even appears to be a distant solar system in the background. Just before the windows is a table draped with a white tablecloth. On this table sat two sets of dinnerware. Upon closer inspection, the plates were fine china, not the cheap crap used in the canteen.

Decorative silverware is set to the sides. To the left of the plate were two forks, one bigger than the other. The other side of the dish also had two knives of different sizes. Can you guess what was next to them? Two spoons. One is much rounder than the other.

“What the frag?” Rod/imus muttered. How many utensils did one need? He could make do with one fork and knife-slag- even just one spoon can be used to shovel food inside his mouth!

But when it came to table settings, it’s not over. A cloth napkin folded in some intricate shape rests upon the dinner place. It held a name card with his name on it too. Cursive font, to be exact.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Above that plate was yet another fork and spoon! This was getting out of hand, borderline silly! And to make matters worse, to the left of that was a little plate with a weird-looking knife resting perfectly straight across it. And we cannot forget the three glasses of various shapes and sizes, plus the cup and saucer to the right.

Did this person have some kind of weird dinnerware fetish?

Rodi/mus was about to call it quits, but a whiff of something delightful caught his attention. His belly grumbled loudly. Great- his stomach noticed the enticing aroma as well. Just behind the table were several covered dishes. Now, our dear captain may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he was smart enough to deduce there was food within those dishes.

‘BWwwwwoooooooruuuummmmmmbbbllllllleeeeee!’

Prim/us, how long has it been since he last ate? According to his demanding stomach, too long!

But that’s not the point here: Just where was his secret admirer? No mech was present. And this caused a lump to form in his throat: maybe he was stood up.

Or worse.

What if this was just some sort of cruel joke? What if, instead of adoration, those treats and notes were sent in jealousy? Someone sent him all those treats with the intention of making him gain weight and make him ugly? And when discovering his unhappiness, another card, full of lies, was sent his way as a final insult…to get his hopes and spirits up just to smash them down?

Slaggit, it sounds more like a dirty ‘Con trick, after all. 

His cheeks grew warm with shame at just thinking he had been played. Seriously, who would find this new body of his attractive? Suddenly, the desire to return to his habsuit grew. Even if it meant leaving the delightful food behind, Rodi/mus didn’t like to be the butt of a joke. He spun around to head for the door when a relatively large body loomed in front of his path.

......

part 2 will be up in a day or so. I broke it up because I don't want these to be particularly long reads

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birthday love

summary: just little birthday love for the birthday boy word count: 1.2k requested: no! warnings: google translate spanish. otherwise, this is tooth-rotting fluff. note: obviously i had to write something for carlos's bday. hope u like this little fic. love you all.

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❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

Your fingers gently wrap around Carlos’s wrists, lifting his arm off of you so that you can roll out of bed. He doesn’t stir at your movements, still sleeping peacefully in his childhood bed. His hair is splayed over the grey pillow cases, the moonlight dancing over his soft skin. You admire him for a second longer before grabbing your backpack and slowly slipping out of his room. The Sainz house is quiet at four thirty in the morning, and you do your best to keep the noise down to a minimum. You begin to unload the cheesy birthday decor out of your bag, laying them out on the counter as you look around the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?" Ana's asks from behind you. You jump at the sound of her voice, cheeks tinging red from embarrassment.

“Ahhh… It’s his birthday so I wanted to do something nice for him… something cheesy if you will.” You suddenly felt insecure about your choice, but Ana’s smile eases your anxieties.

“Can I help?”

And that’s how you ended up on the kitchen counter as Carlos’s sister hands you strips of tape. You stand on your tippy toes, taping up a colorful happy birthday sign against his cabinets. You and Ana talk quietly, as she pokes and prods at you to learn more about you. She asks about your career, about your favorite thing, and more importantly how you feel about Carlos. 

“He really likes you,” Ana says, “He always manages to bring you up in a conversation. We were all honestly so excited to meet you.”

“Ditto,” You nod, stepping down from the counter. “I was nervous, but excited. It means a lot that Carlos wants to bring me around you guys… I know how important family is to him.” 

She nods, “He’s really lucky to have you.” She grins widely and looks at the decorated room. From the happy birthday sign, the streamers hanging from the ceiling, and the party hats sitting on the kitchen island. “So what next?”

“Breakfast.” 

“Woah,” A voice says behind you, “Que pasó aquí?” What happened here?

“Es para Carlito,” Ana replies, “Y/n’s idea.” 

You turn around, gaze meeting Blanca and Reyes looking around the room. Carlos’s mom grins excitedly, mumbling something in Spanish about cooking breakfast. You’re frozen in time, looking around the room as the three women in Carlos’s life begin to move around you, quietly trying to help you prepare a surprise for your boyfriend. You felt at home, felt a part of Carlos’s world. Reyes smiles over at you, walking over and giving your shoulders a squeeze. 

“Estás bien?” Reyes asks, “Go rest, we can handle it from here.”

You shake your head, “No no, estoy bien. How can I help?” 

Reyes allows you to cook eggs, while she handles the rest. You enjoy your morning along side his mother and sisters. The kitchen was slowly coming together, the food being put out dish by dish, the coffee pot brewing. It smelled divine, and you gushed over how good everything looked with Blanca. In the time you spent cooking and getting everything together, Blanca managed to put out photos of Carlos and spread them around the room. Photos from childhood up to his moment on the top step of the podium are framed and set in various places.  

“We did good, no?” She asks, grabbing a piece of bacon to snack on. 

“We did. Thank you all so much for helping.” You look at the three women, who smile and nod. 

“His father should be up soon,” Reyes mentions, “Go upstairs, get him up before the food gets cold.” 

You nod, thanking them once again before making your way back up to his room. When you enter, Carlos is still snoring softly with his back towards the door. Shutting it softly, you slowly tiptoe back into bed, shimmying under the covers and throwing your arm over him. You press soft kisses against the skin of his back, nuzzling your cheek against him. Carlos stirs in your hold, the rumbling of his soft groans vibrating against you. His hands meet yours, fingers intertwining with your as he brings it up to his lips. 

“Morning hermosa.” He greets, voice thick with sleep.

“Morning bebé.” You hum, kissing along his shoulder before he turns around and pulls you against him. 

His fingers find their place beneath your chin to tilt your head up and press a kiss on your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet, his other hand resting lazily on the small of your back to hold you close. 

“Happy birthday mi amor.” You mumble against his lips. 

“Gracias.” You can feel his smile in the kiss and the way his fingers leave your chin to tangle themselves in your hair. 

You spend a couple more minutes in bed, tangled in the other before you finally coax him out of bed. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you place your hands over his eyes and your boyfriend whines in disapproval.

“Mi amor, por qué?” His hands pull yours off but you’re quick to replace them. 

“Stop being a baby and trust me.” You click your tongue, and nudge him forward. 

Unbeknownst to Carlos, his whole family was standing in the kitchen. A single candle sits on top of a stack of pancakes, everyone in their party hats and ready to sing. You stop him just a couple of feet in front of the kitchen island, pressing another kiss against his shoulder before releasing him. 

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor.” You say softly

You step out beside him, looking up at the grin on his face as his family sings him happy birthday. There’s a soft blush on his cheeks, strands of hair either flopping over his forehead or standing up, his grin stretching from ear to ear. There is a twinkle in his eyes as he looks at his family in front of him, and you feel yourself falling for him even more.

“Gracias, gracias.” Carlos slings his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. 

“Todo era plan de Y/n,” Blanca nods towards you. 

Carlos looks down at you, quirking his brow. “Really?”

“Anything for the birthday boy,” You grin. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple.

“Okay okay, vamos. Comamos.” Reyes says, waving you both over.

You all gather around the kitchen island, eating down on the food served. The morning is filled with laughter and love. You enjoy the moments playing out before you, the way Carlos interacts with his sisters. The playful shoves and teasing words, but the love in every gesture. His parents stand back, watching their children with such adoration. You take another bite of your breakfast, enjoying the moment even if you aren’t completely submerged in it. 

“You okay hermosa?” Carlos asks, leaning on the counter next to you. 

“Mhm. You?” Your fingers push the dark locks off his forehead, combing it backwards. 

“I’m more than okay. Thank you so much for this, for everything.” He leans in and gives you a quick peck. “Soy tan suertudo de tenerte. Te amo.” I’m so lucky to have you. I love you.”

“Yo también te quiero, bebé.” 

❃゜·。. ·°゜✼ ゜°· . 。·゜❃

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It's so cool when you're on top

a/n: ahhhh part two of stevie doesn't know! THIS IS A SMUT! so if you're a minor get the FUCK out of here i gotta say i kinda rly like this one but idk about the ending,,,i might change that LMAO i hope u guys like this and credit to the gif owner! <3

read part one here!

warnings: safe sex is never specified (don't be silly cover ur willy) steve is a bit of a switch, steve being nervous a lot, i honestly think that's it lol

If there was one word you'd use to describe Steve, it's dreamy. Steve was your classic boy-next-door love story that every girl dreamed of at one point, even you. Although you hate how you told him yes to the date, you don't hate that you're going. You're not one to show things off, but the way girls glared at you while Steve stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky made you feel a certain type of way. Steve Harrington wanted you, and only you, and you'd be lying if you said a part of you didn't want him too.

For living in a small town, you have to give Steve props for finding fun things to do in Hawkins. He took you to the movies first, then Enzo’s, and now you're both at the park. Squeals and giggles are leaving your mouth as Steve pushes you higher and higher on the swing set. Once he decided you were high enough, he stepped back and watched with a smile on his face.

“Have you ever jumped off while swinging?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “It's too scary!”

Steve stepped back and opened his arms wide. “Jump! I'll catch you.”

“Steve, no! What if we fall?”

“Then we’ll fall together!”

And so you did. Once you were at a comfortable speed and height, you leaped off of the swing and into Steve's arms, laughing when you both fell to the ground. You sat up laughing and Steve looked at you in awe. It was getting late, but the way the moon shone behind you gave you a glow, and Steve swears that you're an angel.

“Take a picture Harrington, it'll last longer.”

He reaches up and pulls a wood chip out of your hair.

“If I had a camera I would. You're beautiful, did you know that?”

You turn your head to face away from him trying not to giggle at the compliment. He lets out a sigh and sits up on his elbows.

“I guess I should take you home now.”

“No! I don't want the night to end,” you said with a pout.

He let out a chuckle. “Well I don't have anything else planned, pretty girl, this was the last thing on our date list.”

“What if we head back to your place?”

-

Steve’s hands were sweating as he fumbled to unlock the front door of his house. You've been here plenty of times before, why was he so nervous about this one time? He smiles and opens the door for you, fixing his hair once you're in front of him.

“You can uh, sit on the couch.” He says while placing his keys on the small table near the door. You giggle and glance at him over your shoulder.

“Why are you so nervous Steve? I was here the other day.”

“That was different,” he whines out before he throws himself on the couch. “We weren't on a date!”

You laugh at him laid out on the couch that's too small for him. He has one leg resting at the top of it, the other leg hanging on the floor, and both his hands were behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. You sit at the armrest of the couch and smile at him.

“Who said those couldn't be dates?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, you deserve the best dates. One's like tonight.” he sits up a bit and looks at you, patting the cushion next to him.

“Did you have fun tonight by the way?”

You sit next to him and nod your head. “I did. Thank you, Steve.”

He smiles at you and nods his head.

“That's great. That makes me happy.” he clears his throat and nervously wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“So, what did you want to do? I still have some movies we can watch.”

“Or we can chill in your room.”

Steve made a face. “There's nothing up there though, all the fun stuff is- oh.”

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

“Y-yeah. Um, we- we...can go....upstairs.”

-

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

You try your best to hold back your giggle. “Why is there a teddy bear on your bed?”

Steve’s head whips around to his bed as he closes his bedroom door and tries to hide the bear.

“It was a gift! I haven't had it since I was a kid or anything. Pfft, what? Not me.”

You give him a playful pout. “I think it's cute.”

“Really? Cause mister bear is like, my best friend.”

You sit on the edge of his bed and grab the small bear from him. There are some parts of the bear that aren't as fluffy, and his fur is a bit matted but you like that, it shows the bear has been loved for a long time.

“You have the most generic names for stuffed animals.”

Steve rolls his eyes and grabs the bear from you.

“Like you could come up with a better name.”

“Oh, I can. That bear you got me for my birthday? His name is sir stuffington the third.”

You expect Steve to laugh, or at least chuckle but he's not. Instead, he's looking at you with stars behind his eyes and a small smile on his face.

“What?” you giggle out.

“Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours,” he muttered quietly.

You bite on your bottom lip and lean forward a bit.

“Want to find out?”

He doesn't have time to answer before you grab his face and rest his forehead against yours. Steve feels himself freeze and his eyes lock with yours. You've been close before but never this close. Your noses bump against each other and Steve is pretty positive that he's not breathing.

“Can you hear them?”

He nods his head not trusting his voice.

“What am I thinking then?”

You're hoping, praying even, that he can hear your thoughts. You've always wanted to kiss Steve, you're surprised that after lots of late-night drinking accidental kisses never occurred.

“I-i don't know.”

“I think you do.”

He reaches his hand up to wrap around the back of your neck. He wants to pull you in already, feel your lips on his. He's been dreaming about it for so long.

“Can I?”

You let out a hum. “Can you what steve? C’mon, use your words.”

His eyes fall to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course, you can Stevie.”

That's all he needs to hear before he smashes his lips onto yours. Steve could easily get lost in this kiss but he won't. This kiss is slow and passionate, almost as if he wants you to feel him on your lips for weeks. He deepens the kiss which causes you to lie flat on your back and you let out a whimper when you feel his hips grinding into yours.

He pulls away a little bit and smirks down at you.

“Look at you, already making such pretty sounds and I haven't done anything.”

You angle your hips up trying to hit that one spot.

“Steve please-”

“Please what? C’mon baby, use your words,” he said in a teasing tone.

You let out a whine. “Stop being mean.”

“Not being mean, just using some wise words I heard earlier today,” he mumbles against your neck.

“Steve please, need you…now.”

Steve stops in his tracks. All confidence he had is completely thrown out the window, he pulls away from your neck and looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to think I brought you here for this. If you want to just make out or even stop we can-”

“Steve, you talk too much,” you whispered while sitting up and taking your shirt off.

Steve’s eyes fall to your chest and he's quick to shut them when he realizes he's staring.

“Sorry! I just, I want this to be perfect and-”

You grab his face with one hand and he slowly opens his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees you smiling at him.

“Hi.” he breathes out.

“Hi,” you giggle. “We don't have to do this. I can pretend like this never happened and we can just-”

“No!” Steve rushed out. “I want to do this. Trust me, I've been dreaming about it.” he lets out a sigh and pulls you into his lap. He hides his face in the crook of your neck trying not to show his nerves.

“I just don't want you to think that I took you out on a date to sleep with you.”

You let out a quiet awe and pull away so that you can see his face. His cheeks are a pretty rose color and he's looking at everything except you.

“I know you didn't do that Steve. You're not like that anymore.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and mumbles shut up.

“I want this Steve,” you whisper while placing kisses along his neck. He lets out a quiet groan when he feels you gently bite down on his pulse.

“Do you want this?”

He nods his head. “Yes, fuck yes please.”

-

Eddie lets out a sigh when he sees the time displayed in front of him on the tiny watch he always wore. It was currently 8:30 and there was still no sign of you. He should've known Steve meant it when he said he'd be dropping you off in the morning, but in his defense, he didn't think Steve was the type to have you spend the night after the first date. He's broken out of his thoughts when a wad of paper hits his face.

“Dude, focus! Don't you need to pass this class-”

“Where the hell is y/n?”

Dustin rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.

“Steve said-”

“I know what Steve said. I just didn't think he meant it.”

“Well, I guess he's a man of his word.”

Eddie smirked at the younger boy. “You wanna spy on them?”

“Gross no, they're probably doing God knows what in that house.” Dustin gagged out.

Eddie rolled his eyes and slouched in his chair.

“How come he got to go on a date with her?”

“Maybe 'cause he asked her.”

Eddie threw the paper ball at Dustin who caught it and put it to the side.

“Steve always gets the girl. The one time I have my hands on her of course he's going to ask her out. Then, they're gonna fall in love, get married, and have a billion babies to spite me.”

“Six.”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. “What?”

“Steve wants six kids, not a billion.”

“You're no help. Like at all.”

-

“F-fuck. Holy shit y-you're amazing.”

You bite your lip and shake your head trying to stop the giggle that's bubbling in your throat. You've heard girls talk about Steve, and they talked a big game but you're starting to think there was another Steve Harrington in town.

Steve was so rough last night!

Honestly, Cheryl, I'm surprised I can still walk.

This couldn't be the Steve Harrington those lucky girls were talking about. No, cause this Steve Harrington was a whimpering mess under you. You would have thought this was his first time tonight if you never heard the whispers and giggles in the hall. Steve’s hands are gripping the sheets as he's watching himself disappear into you with heavy eyelids, he's seen this sight before but you have him mesmerized. Sex feels good, that's something Steve can admit to anyone but he's never felt this good.

The way you're squeezing him and sucking him back into you, your hands roaming his chest, the kisses you leave on his neck. Steve is in heaven and he has no plans of coming back down. If he allowed himself to get lost the way he wants to he’d surely be over before he's even started.

“F-fuck.” he grunts out. He looks at you with bright eyes and reaches behind your neck to bring you close.

“‘So cool when you're on top baby, fuck. I like you, I really like you- oh my god.”

Your heart swells in your chest and you gently grab onto his jaw making him focus back on you.

“Shut up Steve.”

He nods his head fast and brings you in for a sloppy kiss. His hands fly down to your hips and you feel his grip tighten.

“Fuck, let me- stay still.”

Before you know it Steve holds your hips still and is thrusting into you. A gasp leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shoulders. You lean forward to kiss him and moan against his lips when he angles his hips a certain way.

“F-fuck Steve.”

“I know baby, I know,” he grunts out. “Doing so good, you're so good to me baby.”

The knot in your stomach gets tighter as you move your hips to match Steve's rhythm. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck and you're chanting his name as if it's the only word you know. All it takes is Steve to wrap his arm around your waist and plant his heels into the bed for the knot to become undone. Steve lets out a loud groan that turns into a chuckle when he feels your legs shaking against his thighs. He gently pulls you away from his neck, pushing away any hair that's on your face. Your eyes are fighting to stay open and red is dusted over your cheeks, Steve swears he's never seen you look so beautiful.

He lets out a quiet gasp when an idea pops into his head. He quickly reaches into the drawer that's next to his bed and mutters sorry when you whimper from the sudden movement. You giggle when he pulls out a camera and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Can I? You just look so pretty and earlier you said to take a picture-”

You gently take the camera out of his hands and put your eye on the viewfinder before pulling away from it.

“Only if I can get my picture too pretty boy.”

-

Eddie’s eyes light up when Steve's car pulls into your driveway. He's quick to jump out of his van and run to the passenger door and scoop you into his arms.

“My god! I thought I'd never see you again.”

You laugh and hold onto Eddie's shoulders for balance once he places you on the floor.

“It was one day Eddie. What’d you even do when I was gone?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “Doesn't matter.” He holds his arm out for you to grab and bends down to the window so that he can see Steve. He holds his hands up and waves his finger in a goodbye motion before flipping him the bird. Steve rolls his eyes and watches you and Eddie walk away before he remembers something.

“Munson! Where's my jacket?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns around to face Steve. He goes to his van to grab the jacket but freezes when he hears the question Steve asks you.

“Do you need help walking babe?”

Eddie looks from the window of his van, gripping the sweater when he sees you flip off Steve and then waddle inside your house. Eddie grabs the jacket and stomps over to Steve who's now leaning against his car. He shoves the yellow sweater into Steve's chest, smiling when he hears him grunt.

“There you go big boy, hope to see you in that soon. Y/n looked real good in it.”

Steve smiles at him. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Eddie drops his hand from Steve's chest and is ready to walk off when Steve stops him.

“Oh! By the way, y/n and I did some…fun activities and took some pictures. Thought you'd like this one.”

Steve reaches into his pocket and slaps the small piece of film into the palm of Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s eyes widen slightly when he sees the picture of you and Steve. You have a dazed smile on your face, rosy cheeks, and most importantly; Steve’s hand was wrapped around your throat.

“Yeah, figured since you gave me something to work with over the phone the least I could do is give you something in return.”

Eddie smirked at Steve ready to say something when you opened your front door.

“Bye Steve! I'll see you next week!”

“Next week?” Eddie asked.

Steve smiled and waved goodbye to you.

“Oh yeah, I’m taking her on another date.”

“Eddie c’mon! I want pizza!”

Eddie smiled at you and shouted how he'll be there soon.

“This isn't over,” Eddie grumbled out.

“No, but it's going to be. See ya next week, big boy.”

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slow dancing ● chapter vii

➬ Title | Slow Dancing: a mini series

➬ Summary | When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Soulmate!au, Second Chances!au, Angst, Eventual Smut

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; for sexual tension, making out scene, kissing, explicit (kinda?) sexual scene, implied first time sex, unprotected sex.

➥ Word count | 12k words

➥ Chapter List | Glossary | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➥ Masterlist

➥ Author’s note | Finally, a long chapter! I had to stop myself from splitting this one into two chapters because I didn’t want to ruin the context when this part seems to hold a lot of things that are important to the story. Thank you for your patience with this one, I hope you’ll enjoy reading this chapter :)

chapter vii. then we fall

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

You have heard this line many times before spoken in some of those Western movies that you have watched in the past, mostly happening in the wedding scenes, where some random hero would then jump to their feet and say something that would later send the entire plot into motion. You have no recollection of hearing these words anywhere or anytime in real life, to ever hear them used to force someone to speak the truth or to spill any life-altering secrets in the eyes of the public that might turn someone’s entire world tilting off its axis.

In all honesty, you had never truly known what these words truly meant or what they could do. Not until now, as you recount them to yourself, repeating the line in your head as many times as you need to until the words finally sink in.

Speak now.

Or forever hold your silence.

And forever keep the person you truly love in the dark about your circumstances and how your lives are going to change.

At first, you had planned to talk to Jungkook and reveal everything before the new year comes, as the thought of starting the new year with lies had made you feel like a terrible person. But your work and Jungkook’s busy schedule had forced you to push the entire problem to the back of your mind, then New Year’s Eve came and went, followed by the trips to visit both of your families for the New Year ceremony and the weekend you spent reuniting with your extended family. The events just kept on lining up from one to another, leaving you no chance to find the perfect time to talk and be completely honest with him about your soulmate.

And now that you have returned to Seoul, with no more obstacles coming in your way until your work schedules would start taking over your life again, it seems like you would no longer have any excuse to put this off any longer. You have no idea how he would react, but you certainly cannot imagine keeping this secret for the rest of your lives together. You have already kept this secret for far too long already as it is.

And with Jungkook returning to work right the moment you came back from your trip, the possibility of you crossing paths with Namjoon in the future will only grow bigger, and the chances of the secret unfolding itself to Jungkook—and most possibly getting him hurt even more because of it—will surely grow stronger.

Which is why I need to tell him tonight.

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall while you are busy fixing up tonight’s dinner, you silently pray that everything is going to go well tonight. At least, you have hopes that by making his favourite dish tonight, it will make it easier for you to smooth things out before you would have to reveal everything. From the outside, you might seem calm, keeping it together while you are handling everything in the kitchen. Inside, however, you are a complete mess.

The moment you are done, you begin to pace around in your wait. Minutes pass by, and Jungkook has yet to walk through the front door when he would usually be home around this hour. He rarely stays late without letting you know about it and is never one to stay the night at the studio like his other co-workers, so you cannot help it when in your wait, your mind immediately launches into wondering about all the things that might have happened to keep him away. The longer you wait, the more nervous you become. Your stomach coils with uncertainty and dread that you cannot seem to shake off.

What if something had gone wrong? What if he had somehow found out and decided not to come home? How have you never thought of this possibility before?

You shake your head, refusing to accept the possibility of it happening, yet the foreboding feeling continues to creep inside you, growing worse with each passing second that you are waiting for him to come home. Soon enough, somewhere between the continuous pacing back and forth, you begin to realise that the unsettling feeling is not coming from him being late or for worrying about the reason why, but from the fact that you are dreading the moment you are supposed to talk to him.

You have been nervous about it for the longest time, and now that you are about to tell him the whole truth, possibly jeopardising everything that you had built together with him for years, the feeling becomes unbearable to deal with.

And the wait is only making it even worse.

Just when you are about to give up, the phone starts vibrating in your hand, and his text message appears on the screen. Though the words that you receive from him aren’t exactly making it possible for you to feel relieved yet.

Jungkook: Baby, something’s come up. I might be home late tonight

Holding your breath, you carefully text back a reply,

Me: what’s wrong, baby?

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to reply back to you.

Jungkook: Nothing’s wrong, it’s just work. We have to go through another mixing session for the last track

Jungkook: the head producer found something missing with the last recording so we’re redoing the recording

His answer finally draws a relieved sigh out of you. You are quick to feel calm now that you have heard from him, though you still cannot shake the disappointment of having your plans ruined for the night.

Me: I’m so sorry, baby

Me: have you eaten yet? I made dinner :(

Jungkook: Shit. I’m sorry.

Jungkook: no, I’ve been in the studio all night. Will order something later.

Me: No, don’t you dare. You’ll get sick again like the last time you ordered that Jajangmyeon for late dinner

Jungkook: oh, right. Maybe I can order something else?

Dropping down on the nearest chair that you can find, you bite your lips and ponder for a moment as an idea comes through your head.

Me: What if I just drop the meal at your studio tonight?

Jungkook: really? I don’t want to trouble you, baby

Jungkook: but if you can keep me company while I eat, then it’ll be fine

Sucking a deep breath, you begin to question the options.

Will it be fine, though?

Will he be there?

Shaking your head, you decide that there is no turning back. You don’t need to have another reason to put this off any longer. Even if you might miss out on a chance to talk to him privately in case his co-workers are there with him tonight, at least you will still get a chance to see him and feel better for seeing that he is okay.

Me: I’ll pack things up quickly and Uber my way to you

Jungkook: Fuck, I’m a lucky man. I’ll be waiting <3

You have been to this place a bunch of times before that the security guy at the lobby recognises you the moment you step through the front door. He only greets you with a cheerful smile before giving you the entrance access to come up on Jungkook’s floor.

“Sending out dinner for the big man?” the security guy teases you as he glances down at the bag you are holding, making you laugh.

“The perks of having a busy fiancé,” you answer him jokingly with a shrug, while the man nods at you after guiding you to the elevator lobby.

“He’s up in the studio. He’s been at it for hours, the second elevator will take you straight up.”

“Thank you!”

This late in the evening, despite knowing that there are probably still others up there working in different studios, the ride up towards his floor feels so quiet. Too quiet, even, that you can almost hear the sound of your palpitating heart echoing against the walls inside the moving elevator. You are glad that you have nobody else riding up with you, however, because there is no way anyone would miss the way you are practically shaking from head to toe out of nerves. If only you don’t have your fingers wrapped around the bag filled with boxes of food, practically clutching it against you, you know that you would be fidgeting and pulling your hands together by now.

Take a deep breath, you remind yourself as the elevator slows on his floor, and you step out carefully in fear that you would stumble, keeping your footsteps light as you walk down the hallway to find his studio.

The studio that Jungkook has always used isn’t the biggest or the fanciest one on this floor, and he wasn’t originally given his own personal space until recently, when he managed to prove himself worthy with the success of the tracks that he released not too long after he joined the company. Your body moves on autopilot as you march down the long hallway, finding his studio right at the end, marked with the animated bunny sticker plastered on the glass door. After you had contacted him that you were on your Uber ride with his dinner, he had told you to just come right in, regardless of the possibility of him being too busy to notice. That is why the moment you find the door left slightly ajar, you simply knock on it gently a few times and push it wider without any question.

Except that the moment you step through the door, the person you find standing in the middle of the room isn’t your fiancé, but somebody else whose eyes immediately grow wide at your presence before he steels his gaze on you.

“Hello,” he greets you with his deep voice. The voice that stirs the insides of your stomach, making your gut swirl and your mind spin like crazy that you have to grip tightly on the door handle to stop yourself from swaying on your feet.

Snapping out of it, you raise your chin and force yourself to look into his eyes. “I thought—” you try to speak, stopping short when your voice comes out as nothing but a gasp. Clearing your throat, you avoid his gaze to find your voice again. “Jungkook said you haven’t been around.”

Namjoon’s face remains unreadable and distant as he nods, and for some reason, you hate not being able to know what he is thinking about. “I was out of town, yes. But I got back a couple of days before New Year’s Eve.”

“Right,” you choke out your answer and nod. “I should probably go. I shouldn’t be here.”

Hearing this, Namjoon tilts his head and asks you curiously, “Why shouldn’t you? Maybe you should stay. Jungkook wouldn’t be gone for long.” You dare yourself to look into his eyes just then, noticing how his eyes darken when he easily says, “Or maybe we can talk while we’re both here.”

You wish that you could laugh or scoff at his offer, but it is hard to do so when your words seem to get caught in your throat and your body is doing all the silly things that you cannot handle—like fluttering for no reason from hearing his voice alone. “Talk? About what?” you finally ask him. You had intended to sound bitter, and yet your voice only softens when you speak.

Perhaps that is why his gaze softens just a notch—so does his voice—when he speaks again, “You know what we should be talking about. It’s been years overdue, don’t you think?”

This time, you manage to scoff at him. “Am I the one to blame for that?”

“No, absolutely not,” he says as he looks at you with a mix of regret and a bit of a humorous look in his eyes. Though he quickly changes his expression when he asks, “But we can’t keep going on pretending like nothing is happening, right?”

You have nothing to say to respond to him because he is right. And you hate that he is right. As much as you want to move on and forget everything, to keep on living while acting like meeting him had never happened, the circumstances that you are both in would never allow you to.

Not when Jungkook is involved.

Resigning with a sigh, you enter the room slowly and close the door behind you, secluding both of you inside so that whatever you are about to say to each other would never leave this place. “Fine. Let’s talk,” you tell him as you place the bag filled with your home-cooked dinner on the table and cross your arms over your chest, using them as a protective shield.

Lowering his head, Namjoon rubs his chin as he takes a moment to think. For a moment, you feel a sense of relief for seeing that you are not the only one who is left speechless and at a loss at this. But then he looks up, only to have his gaze falling on your wrist. A flash of recognition comes into his eyes when he sees your soulmate mark.

The mark that is sneakily showing itself as the long sleeves of your sweater is pulled back when you absentmindedly lift your left hand to touch your hair out of nerves.

Right at that moment, a glint of anger rises from him, shown by the way his jaw is clenching tightly, when he realises that you had tried to cover the initials of his name with a drawing of a leaf that would have seen completely out of place if someone had looked closer.

“Does Jungkook know?” he asks while scanning through your face, and a knowing look passes through his eyes to what he finds in your eyes. “You haven’t told him, have you?”

Falling silent, you look away from him briefly. There is no need for him to elaborate on his question. He realises that Jungkook has yet to figure out that it was his initials written on your wrist. Pressing your lips together, you hide the shame that is trying to crawl all over your face before admitting, “No, I haven’t.”

Again, Namjoon answers you with a nod. “I had suspected that would be the case. Jungkook has always been quite upfront when it comes to voicing his thoughts and seeking answers, always speaking his mind when he needs to, and yet he hasn’t mentioned anything about the connection we share when I have no doubt that he had gotten a good look at your soulmate mark.”

Just then, you run your gaze down to his wrist, finding him doing the same as what you have been doing by covering his tattoo with the sleeve of his shirt. And yet you can still see the red petals peeking from the unbuttoned cuffs, as if the tattoo is silently mocking you with its existence. Seeing him here, standing in the middle of Jungkook’s studio, you can suddenly picture them working together and sitting side by side, and your heart drops.

“Have he seen your mark, then?” you find yourself asking, suddenly feeling like an idiot for not even considering the possibility of Jungkook seeing his mark and recognising it as the identical twin to your tattoo.

At your question, Namjoon looks down and lifts his arm, allowing you to see his soulmate mark more clearly before he slowly fixes his cuffs to cover them. “No, I’ve been covering it since the tattoo appeared. He had noticed that I have the tattoo, though. But I don’t think he has ever had the chance to have a good look at it to recognise it yet.”

Even if you are not quite sure if that is true, knowing how perceptive Jungkook could be, you still accept his answer by nodding your head slowly.

“We were supposed to meet that night years ago, back in college,” Namjoon calmly says, though you can still sense the underlying question in his words.

“The only thing that changed that night was having my timer stopping and this—mark, appearing on my wrist after seeing you in that house,” you tell him while waving your left arm, flashing the tattoo to his eyes. Then you look straight into his eyes and add, “After I heard everything you said. Every word, every promise, the lengthy explanation you gave to your friend about why you didn’t want to have a soulmate and why it didn’t matter if fate wanted you to welcome someone into your life when you had something else in mind.”

Namjoon swallows hard. “So, you were there—” he says, sighing deeply as he lowers his head. “That explains everything.”

His voice is low as he mutters those words, but you can still hear it. You tilt your head at him questioningly when he looks at you again, not sure what he had meant by it. As if he knows what you are silently asking him, he calmly explains everything to you.

“My timer did stop that night, right when it reached zero seconds. But it simply froze up and the soulmate mark didn’t show up until that night when I saw you at Bovine.”

Frowning, your eyes find his wrist again as you imagine how he could have had a different experience to yours with the mark. “How is that possible?”

Laughing bitterly, Namjoon shakes his head and shrugs. “The only theory that I can make out of it is that it happened because I didn’t see you.”

You look at him and scoff. “I’ve figured as much. You were too preoccupied at the time to notice me there, after all,” you tell him, before pressing your lips together to hold back the words that almost come slipping out of you when you are suddenly taken back to that night, the events from then begin unfolding inside your head once again.

Too busy rejecting me. Too engrossed in welcoming another girl into your arms when the one you were supposed to be waiting for was standing merely a few feet away.

“Why didn’t you just show up and come up to me?” he suddenly asks you, though there is a strain in his voice when he says them. “You could’ve let me know that you were there.”

With an incredulous laugh coming out of you, you respond to him with, “Show up to do what, exactly? To humiliate myself by approaching you when you had clearly just flat out rejected me? Did you want me to beg? As if I would just walk up to you after you embarrassed me right in front of all those strangers who were listening to your rant about how much you hated the thought of accepting a soulmate and while you were busy shoving your tongue into some other girl’s mouth!”

“I didn’t know you were there!” he snaps, and it pushes you further into your rage.

“Your timer showed you that we were meeting each other! What did you expect, that fate would randomly decide to change its mind and cancel everything because you didn’t want it to happen yet?”

Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair with a frustrated groan. Just when you expect him to yell even harder at you, he releases a deep sigh and looks at you in the eyes. “I admit my mistake. I own up to it. I was an idiot and I’m sorry that you had to witness all of that,” he says, somehow finding his calm, not knowing how his deep voice continues to rise the odd flutters in your chest that you wish you could brush off just so you can think more clearly. “I regret that it had been the reason why you and Jungkook met each other that night. But as much as I refused to have faith in the universe back then, I would like to believe that there is a reason why our paths must cross once again and why we are meeting each other again this way after so long has passed.”

His words shouldn’t affect you in any way. You had told yourself that you would be strong enough to fight it, but deep down, you find some truth in everything that he just said to you. It is not enough to sway your heart, though it still has your head spinning. And yet that is not the reason why you are feeling wary and on the edge.

You had only experienced meeting him in person twice before tonight.

The first one being in that frat house, with him standing in the kitchen while you were hidden in the shades just outside of the doorway. The second one was at the dinner, on the same night you had accepted your lover’s proposal, unknowingly doing so right in front of your ‘true’ soulmate, just like how he had unknowingly spoken his words of rejection right to your face.

This would be the first time you are standing in the same exact room as he is. To be in this close proximity that you can breathe in a whiff of his cologne and feel the rumbling in your chest that comes from his deep voice. Everything else seems muted as you listen to his voice until the only thing that you can sense is his presence.

As he is speaking to you, almost immediately, you feel as if you are under compulsion, lured and entranced by the sound of his voice that you unconsciously take a step closer to him, and then another, and another, until you are less than an arm’s length away from each other.

“What are you doing to me?” you ask him with a gasp, barely catching yourself just when you are about to take another step towards him.

With a grim look on his face and an odd glint showing in his eyes, Namjoon easily answers you with, “It’s the soulmate bond pulling us towards each other.”

You press your lips together, frowning when you are annoyed at yourself for not being able to fight this. Annoyed to see that he barely shows any reaction at all. “I don’t see you moving.”

He grits his teeth, and his eyes grow darker when he says, “You’re not looking close enough.”

Looking down between you both, you finally realise that you are not the only one that has been moving. Just like how you had unconsciously moved further away from the door, Namjoon no longer stands close to the empty seats in front of Jungkook’s computer. Just like you, he had moved a few steps away and much closer to you, and the only thing keeping him together is the tight clench of his fists on either side of his body which seem to be shaking as he holds himself back.

Snapping out of it, you jump a step backwards with a gasp. “This means nothing. You know that, right?”

With a scoff leaving his mouth, Namjoon sneers at you and says, “The soulmate marks are showing otherwise. The way our bodies are reacting to this also proves it. Everything that is happening now only shows that we’re the intended pair.”

His words make you laugh in disbelief. “Seriously? Well, it meant nothing to you back then, so why does it matter now? I’m with Jungkook now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“He stole you from me!” he suddenly says, nearly shouting as the volume of his voice rises in anger, which only ignites your own.

“You rejected me!” you snap at him. Pointing your finger at him, you continue to voice your frustration, giving him the reality check that he seems to be ignoring. “You made the choice. I moved on. I took what was given to me and never looked back. If you decide that you want something different now, then it’s on you. Whatever fate wanted for us ended when you wanted nothing from it and it doesn’t change just because we finally meet each other because I’ve made my choice.”

Namjoon falls silent instead of responding to you. The silence simply grows thicker just as the tension rises, but you somehow feel like the weight that you have been carrying has been passed on.

“If that’s all you have to say and if there’s nothing more to talk about, then I think I should leave. I’ll let Jungkook know that I’ve already dropped his dinner here,” you tell him with a sigh, barely looking his way before you turn away to leave.

Just as you are about to reach for the door, Namjoon stops you by questioning, “What happens if he finds out?”

With a quick inhale of breath, you look over your shoulder to answer. “I won’t hide anything from him. He will know everything about our—predicament. I will tell him everything that he needs to know. If I can’t do it tonight, then I will eventually find a way to let him know,” you say to him while looking at him in the eyes, keeping your voice firm and calm when you add, “And he will understand that I am not leaving.”

Namjoon clenches his jaw. “Is that right? Then I guess we’ll see what happens then.”

You say nothing else to him just then, choosing to turn away and open the door to leave, only to stop with a gasp when you find your lover standing right on the other side of the doorway with his eyes opened wide and his hand reaching out as if he was just about to enter the studio.

“Jungkook—”

Jungkook had no idea what to expect when he returned to the studio.

It wasn’t that he had deliberately left the room when he knew you were coming. He just couldn’t exactly refuse when his producer had asked him to come and check the archive files in another studio before they could continue their mixing process tonight. He had thought that he would only be leaving for a short while, thinking that he should finish up what he could so that he could wait for you without any disruption. He hadn’t expected that he would be away for so long, and it shouldn’t have taken him by surprise to find that you had arrived while he was still out.

The only thing that he was not expecting to find was to see that Namjoon had been in the studio to wait for him as well.

He still has no idea what happened while he was gone, but he knows that something must have gone down. All the years he spent being together with you had allowed him to learn how to read your moods and to see the signs when something is wrong—from the way your shoulders would tense when you are holding back your emotions, to the way he can feel your rage rolling out of you even when you fake a smile and pretend that things are okay.

It was easy for him to see how upset you were when you were stepping out of the studio, barely able to avoid colliding against him when he was just about to enter at the same time, though he cannot even begin to think of what could have been the reason for you to be on the edge or if it had anything to do with Namjoon being in the studio when you came in.

And now, he can feel the tension in the room growing so thick that Jungkook can imagine himself cutting through it with a knife just to be able to breathe. Namjoon had excused himself earlier, only for Jungkook to stop him from leaving. He has no idea why he did it, other than the fact that he had always wanted his good friend and his fiancé to get along. But now, as he is sitting together with you by his side on the small couch at the corner of the studio to enjoy the dinner that you had made for him, sharing a few dishes with Namjoon who is sitting across from him, he can feel the tension coming stronger from you, and he begins to question if he had made a mistake of inviting his friend to stay.

“…glad I decided to add in some extra rice just in case you needed more since I know you always get hungry while you’re working, so we can share with your friend,” your voice snaps him back to the present, and he quickly smiles at you, feeling grateful that you had gone through so much trouble in cooking for him and to bring them all the way here, though the way you seem so nervous when you were speaking doesn’t sit well with him.

He chalks it off by thinking that perhaps it is all due to Namjoon being here, which is the reason why he has been trying his best to lighten things up so that everyone will feel more comfortable around each other.

“This is all so good, babe. You’ve gone through so much trouble for this. Thank you,” he says to you while he looks over everything that you had set up for him. He is surprised to see that you have cooked so much that he begins to wonder if he had missed out on something that you may have wanted to celebrate tonight. But then he looks over to notice that you had barely eaten enough when you had let him and Namjoon enjoy the meal more. “Are you sure you’re eating enough? You should eat more. You shouldn’t worry about us, we can get something else later if we need some snacks.”

“It’s fine. I ate a little before coming here,” you answer him with a small grin, and for some reason, Jungkook can feel that you are lying. He silently wonders if it has anything to do with how uncomfortable you seem that you can barely sit still.

As if you are on the verge of running.

“There’s still more at home, so I can eat later while I wait for you to come home if I want to,” you answer him, barely glancing at Namjoon as you offer them to finish the remaining dishes.

Thinking that you are simply nervous around his friend, still not familiar with Namjoon’s presence, he simply lets things go. The dinner continues with light chats shared between the three of you and slowly, the tension begins to dwindle even though you are still keeping your answers short and courteous whenever Jungkook tries to get you and Namjoon to talk and open up more.

Before Jungkook realises it, the dinner ends too soon. You don’t even waste time and start cleaning up the mess, packing up the empty boxes of food and the utensils that you had brought him before you quietly pack up your purse and put on your jacket again. “I should probably go home and get out of your way so you can continue working.”

Surprised to see you rushing to leave, Jungkook quickly grabs your hand to stop you. “Are you sure? It’s late. I know that watching me work might get boring, but maybe we can get home together?”

Looking up at him, you only give him a small smile. “I don’t want to be on your way. I can order an Uber to take me home. It’s fine.”

“Why don’t I call my driver to take you instead?” Namjoon suddenly speaks, surprising both you and Jungkook with his offer, while Jungkook can feel you once again growing tense once he speaks. Though your odd reaction becomes the last thing in his mind when he finds himself feeling uneasy about something else. He had been wondering why Namjoon has been more curious and attentive about you, and this attention doesn’t exactly sit well in his gut. As if the man can sense that Jungkook is somewhat feeling uncomfortable about the offer, Namjoon turns to him then and explains, “I won’t be needing the driver until I’m done here, so might as well have him get your fiancé home safely, don’t you think?”

“That won’t be necessary. But thank you for the offer,” you quickly refuse before Jungkook can even ask if you would be interested in it or to even question himself if he is okay with Namjoon offering so much for you. Without saying anything else, you rise from your seat, nodding at Namjoon as you say to him in a tense voice, “It was nice seeing you again.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Jungkook tells you as you quickly turn away before Namjoon could respond. Jungkook follows you to the door, rushing as he calls out to his friend on his way out, “Be right back.”

“Take your time,” Namjoon says in return. From the corner of his eyes, Jungkook can swear in his life that he sees his friend’s shoulders slumping in relief the moment you walk out the door, though the man’s eyes seem to refuse to look away from you.

Neither of you says a thing as you walk down the hallway together, though Jungkook keeps your hand in his, refusing to let go of any contact when you somehow feel so distant. The elevator lobby is empty at this time at night, and Jungkook takes the chance to pull you to him when you stop walking, pressing you against his chest as his lips descend onto yours. He cannot understand what is happening to him, but all of a sudden, he is overwhelmed with the urge to claim you, to connect with you, and to show you how deeply he cares for you, and he shows it all through his kiss.

To his relief, you instantly melt into the kiss. Your whole body simply relaxes against him while your free hand quickly finds the front of his jacket to grab onto as you push forward and deepen the kiss. His hand finds your hair, clutching a handful of it in his palm as he slips his tongue between your lips. He can feel your body shuddering upon contact, and he is relieved that you are still reacting that way to his touch. He can feel it under his palm when he reaches his other hand down the small of your back. Soon, he can also sense how the kiss is filled with deep emotions coming from you. He feels it vibrating against his chest when your heartbeat begins to pace quickly, and how your kiss grows more desperate with each passing second.

It takes a lot of effort for him to pull away from the kiss. His heart feels heavy at the thought of letting you go from his hold and allowing you to leave, but he is starting to feel the heat rising in his body. The heat that he would normally welcome wholeheartedly if it had been somewhere private where he could push you against the wall and take you until you are left breathless and until every bit of uneasiness that you both share will fade away into nothing. All he wants to do is to feel the strong bond that he shares with you to calm his restless heart and break down the wall that he feels is standing between you and him tonight.

He looks at your face, seeing how flushed you look and how your breath has grown ragged when you pull away, and Jungkook’s chest swells with pride at the sight, knowing that he is the one who had done this to you. Swallowing the desire that has been burning inside him, he takes this moment as much as he could. Thinking to himself that if he can only have this at the moment to savour, then he will take everything.

For now. Until later when he has the chance to gain more when he is alone with you.

Your eyes are glowing with pure love and desire when you look at him, and Jungkook resists the urge to pull you back into his arms. He is quiet when you place your palm on his cheeks, cupping his face as you take him in. “What time are you coming home?” you ask him as you brush a finger across his jaw, and he tilts his head to savour your touch as much as he can.

“Soon, I hope. Is there something bothering you? You seem like you have a lot going on inside that pretty little head of yours,” he asks you with his eyes on your face, studying you closely to read your emotions. He is surprised when he finds nothing, though there is a flicker of uncertainty appearing in your eyes for a moment before it fades when you smile at him.

“Everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you whisper softly, and Jungkook curses inwardly when your words confirm his thoughts earlier about you needing to have some time alone with him. “But I think it can wait. I don’t want you to lose focus over it.”

Gritting his teeth, Jungkook holds back from forcing you to speak. As much as he wants to know whatever it is that seems to be bothering you, he knows that there is no possible way that he can get you to talk about it here. “We’ll talk once I’m home. Okay?”

“Okay,” you answer him with a small voice, before you lean forward, once again taking his mouth in yours into another deep kiss that has his chest growing warm. Sadly, you pull away too soon, just before he could change his mind and cut the night short so he could come home with you. Leaning his forehead against yours, he sighs when you brush a finger across his swollen lips. “I love you. You know that, right?”

Jungkook smiles. “I know, baby,” he says, before he pulls back to kiss your temple. “I love you too.”

The elevator arrives on the floor right at that moment, and you slowly pull away. The moment he loses contact with your skin, his whole body trembles with a cold shiver running down his spine. A sense of dread fills his chest out of nowhere. He has no idea what is happening, but for some reason, it pains him to let you go.

“I’ll see you back home,” you mutter to him before you disappear inside the elevator.

Long after you are gone, Jungkook remains standing there, staring at the closed elevator doors as if you are still standing on the other side, even if he knows that you are probably already on your way home. He seems rooted to the spot, unable to shake the feeling that you are somehow fading away, that the dreams that he is building together with you are slowly falling apart, and that your words felt more like goodbye.

Jungkook was wrong.

The tension in the studio still lingers even once you are gone, even if there is nothing left here but the remnants of your presence felt through the fading warmth on the couch and the scent of home-cooked meal still faintly wafting in the air around him.

He barely managed to return to the studio after you left, but he forced himself to go back so he could finish his work and return home to you. As always, Namjoon stayed behind to help him with his project, taking the producer’s place in guiding him in the mixing process so he can speed things up. But things felt different after you were gone, when the comfort of his friend’s company seemed to have shifted and the only thing he felt was the awkward silence lingering around them as they tried to work together.

And yet he tried his best to put his attention on his work. Things had gone pretty well for a while after he managed to put things at the back of his mind. They talked about the music he has been working on like they usually would, and Jungkook was able to ignore the uneasiness that had been weighing him down until he was finally done with it.

“Should we call it a night? You’re not planning to stay the night here, right?” Namjoon’s voice fills the studio just as Jungkook stops the music from playing on his computer.

Jungkook presses his fingers on his temple. His head has been pounding for the past hour, both from working non-stop and for having to push back all the thoughts that have been circling inside his mind, and hearing Namjoon speak only seems to make things worse. He bites the insides of his cheeks to hold back from saying a thing and chooses to nod instead.

“Might be a good idea,” he says after a while, glancing at the time showing on his monitor to see that it is already past midnight. Shaking his head, he realises that you have probably gone to sleep and he probably wouldn’t have the answers that he needed tonight. “I should get home. ______’s probably asleep now, but I don’t want to make her worry, in case she wakes up to find that I’m not home yet.”

Once again, Jungkook catches a glimpse of contempt coming from Namjoon the moment he mentions your name. Something flashes in Namjoon’s eyes, an emotion that he cannot identify but at least he is quick to catch it this time before Namjoon manages to hide it the way he always does.

Clearing his throat, the man turns to Jungkook, completely oblivious to how the other has been studying him closely while he was lost in his own thoughts. “You don’t drive here, do you? Why don’t I drop you off on my way home? I still have my driver on standby and it’ll make his wait worth it if we have him drive both of us home.”

Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles softly. “You’ve done a lot for me already.”

Namjoon waves him off. “It’s nothing. You know that it’s a pleasure of mine to help.”

“Whatever you say then,” Jungkook says as he leans forward to shut his computer off. “Let me get ready to leave and clean up while you call your driver.”

Nodding, Namjoon leaves and steps out of the studio for a moment to grab his things at his office while Jungkook saves up his work and shuts everything down. It takes about another five to six minutes for Jungkook to finish cleaning up the studio and gathering all the things that he had brought with him to work. Once he is done and ready to go, he feels so physically and mentally drained that he let himself fall back on the couch.

He is still resting there with his head laid back on the backrest when Namjoon steps back into the studio, his folded suit and his suitcase in his right hand while he has his left hand raised to hold up his phone against his ear. Jungkook can see that he is not the only one who is exhausted, when he can see the tired lines on Namjoon’s face when the man walks in, too distracted with his phone call to the driver to notice the deep gaze that is following him as Jungkook keeps studying him from the distance.

For once, Jungkook is seeing for the first time how worn-out his friend seems. For as long as he had known Namjoon, the man has always been able to handle himself, even when he was at his lowest condition and on any harder days. This time, the weariness is written all over Namjoon’s face. His eyes seem unfocused even as he speaks to the driver with his instructions to pick both of them up at the front of the building, as if he is too exhausted to even think about his appearance or how he is acting at the moment.

Too exhausted to notice that the unbuttoned cuff of his sleeve has fallen a few inches down from his wrist, when he would always be ready to cover that part of the skin on any given day.

At first, Jungkook pays no attention to it. But just when Namjoon ends the phone call, merely seconds before he lowers his arm and lets his sleeve fall back down to cover his wrist, Jungkook finally understands what he has been looking at. In his shock, Jungkook finds himself unable to move. He can even barely breathe when it feels like there is a painful punch straight to his gut to push all the air in his chest out. It is a moment for him to process what he is seeing. Though, in his silence, he finds himself piecing everything together until things finally dawn on him.

“The driver will be here in about ten minutes, so we can probably get down to wait for him in the lobby in five,” Namjoon says with a tired voice, still not paying attention to Jungkook as he places his phone into his pocket and starts to absentmindedly button up his sleeves.

Jungkook finds it hard to listen to anything else that Namjoon is saying when his gut keeps on churning. All so suddenly, when he can finally ground himself again and once his head stops spinning, he finds his voice to say, “You know what? I changed my mind. I think I’d rather call an Uber or something.”

Namjoon raises his head to look at him questioningly, frowning deeper when he sees Jungkook already packing up his things and getting ready to leave. “Are you sure? It’s not really a long drive back to your place, right? I’m sure my driver won’t mind if—”

“I’m sure,” Jungkook quickly says, cutting him off and rushing towards the door. But then he stops himself, gritting his teeth for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. Stopping at the doorway, Jungkook turns to his friend, barely keeping his voice steady when he asks, “Before I go, can I ask you for a little favour?”

Namjoon looks at him curiously before asking, “What is it?”

Jungkook falls silent for a moment when he cannot seem to make up his mind. His voice seems to get caught in his throat, or perhaps his chest feels too constricted to speak that it takes a lot of effort for him to finally get the words out.

But then he straightens up, and he steels himself with the knowledge that he cannot simply walk away without knowing the truth. He looks at Namjoon straight in the eyes, not saying anything for a beat of a moment, until Namjoon’s gaze softens with a knowing look. As if his friend knows what he is about to say.

“May I take a closer look at your soulmate mark?” Jungkook finally asks his friend, doing the best he can to fight the pain that comes with each word leaving his mouth. “Because if your mark is identical to what my fiancé has on her, then I would like to see it with my own two eyes.”

You have no recollection of ever falling asleep.

The last thing you remember was waiting for Jungkook to come home, spending the night pacing restlessly until it was late near midnight when you finally sat down on the couch and turned the television on to keep you company while you continued to wait. You must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next time you open your eyes, you find yourself being lifted off the ground, held up safely by the two familiar strong arms and the fading sweet scent of your lover’s cologne engulfing you before you feel the soft plush of the mattress beneath you when you are being laid down on the bed.

You shift on top of the sheets and stretch out as your eyes flutter open, before looking up with your bleary eyes to see Jungkook looking down on you with a warm gaze in his eyes. “You’re home,” you whisper to him, sighing when he reaches down to press his palm gently on your cheek.

“Sshh—go back to sleep, baby. Sorry if I woke you up,” he whispers as he gently presses his lips on your temple.

“Come sleep with me,” you whine softly to him while barely able to keep your eyes open, drawing a soft chuckle from him.

“I will. Just sleep now. I’ll be here in the morning,” he says, though his voice is already fading when you are slowly drifting away. The last thing that you can vaguely hear before you surrender completely into sleep is the sound of his voice, murmuring softly to your ear as he presses a gentle kiss on your lips, “I love you. Always.”

His words follow you into your dreams, where you find yourself back in the same bedroom all those years ago, on the very same night you met him for the first time. In your hazy mind, you see yourself lying on his old bed, still as messy as to how you have always remembered it, and his eyes are still as warm and gentle as how you have memorised him from that night.

It feels as if you are transported back in time when you can even breathe in the same scents that had engulfed you that night—his old perfume, the fresh scent of softener covering his sheets, and the faint scent of shampoo coming from his hair as the strands fall into a curtain when he dips his head to trail down your body with his gentle kisses.

For some reason, you can feel everything. Every gentle touch of his fingers on your skin, every kiss, each brush of his hips and chest as he is moving on top of you.

“I’m so glad that I found you,” you hear his voice fading in and out like an echo in your dreams, even if you can still feel the warmth of his body pressing on yours, his broad chest sinking onto yours as he is slipping inside you, spreading your sensitive walls with his hard shaft and sending multiple sparks all over your body that has your body arching on the bed and your voice faintly screaming out his name.

His gentle caress soothes you until you can feel nothing else but pleasure, and between your blissful moans, you reach out to him, touching his face as you begin to rock your hips against him, welcoming him deep inside you where he belongs. “Take me. Make love to me. Make me yours.”

The smile that appears on him melts your heart, while your whole body erupts as he ignites the flame inside you when he does exactly what you had asked him to. As he moves his hips, reaching deeper and taking you harder, every thought fades away, and every sense you have is filled with his presence.

“Are you still here? Still not thinking about running away?” you hear him whisper to you just when he sends you tethering on the edge of your climax, already so close to reaching the peak of your bliss, and yet still rooted to the ground when his piercing gaze becomes the anchor that pins you down to him.

“I’m not going anywhere. I never will,” you find yourself speaking. You can hear your voice, even though it comes out like a fading echo, moving further and further away into the void instead of lingering in the space between you.

But Jungkook continues to make love to you, oblivious to how you feel like you are floating in space even while you are pressed against him and withering in his arms, clueless to how each rising pleasure that you feel only brings the painful pinch inside your chest grow tighter, and he has no idea how you can barely see his face now as you succumb to your climax, when his face grows blurry in your eyes as they are filled with tears.

“Jungkook—!” you cry out to him just as you are engulfed with the waves of your orgasm, and you can faintly hear him chanting your name as he erupts into his own.

He continues to hold you, soothing you until you come down from bliss. Except that just as your pleasure begins to fade, it seems to bring everything else along with it. Everything, including the sight of his pretty face. “Jungkook? What’s happening?” you keep asking him, though your voice sounds so faint, so small, so far away, and your chest is immediately filled with fear.

The smile that he gives you as he looks at you doesn’t affect you the way it should. When it usually heals any uncertainty that you might be feeling or settles your heart until you can feel all safe and secured once more, this time, his smile brings only sadness. Soon, the feeling of comfort, pleasure, and love that have been engulfing you merely moments ago begin to fade away, dissolving together with the sight of him, taking away his touch, his presence, his love.

All that is left for you at the end of your dream is the emptiness that you had once feared to have. Nothing but the remnants of his warmth and the fading sound of his voice that lingers before he disappears completely into nothingness—

“…love…always…”

The warm sunlight greets you from the windows across the room when you open your eyes, marking the start of the morning.

While it feels like you had been asleep for a long time, your whole body feels weary, and your chest feels hollow after the odd dream that you had just awakened from. Reaching next to you, you find that the crumpled sheets beside you have grown cold, letting you know that Jungkook had left the bed for quite some time. But before you have any chance to feel disappointed at his absence, you inhale a deep breath and the delicate scent of coffee wafts through the air, calling for you.

Smiling at the thought of your lover preparing breakfast for you out there, you toss the blanket off of you and rush to the bathroom to freshen up before you can see him.

Moments after you are done, you find Jungkook on the kitchen counter, sipping on his hot latte while he has his empty gaze looking across the room. You are surprised to find that he is fully dressed, but you choose not to question it when he senses your presence and turns to you with a smile on his face.

“I smelled coffee,” you say to him as you walk over, greeting him with a morning kiss. You had meant it to be a short and quick one before you can grab your own cup of caffeine, but Jungkook puts down his coffee mug and reaches around you, pulling you to him so he can kiss you longer, taking your lips into a lingering kiss before he finally lets you go.

When Jungkook finally releases you from his hold and pulls away from the kiss, he seems to be doing so with a heavy heart. You can sense his hesitance when he leans his forehead against yours while keeping you close, so you cup his face gently in your hands and look into his eyes to see what is troubling him.

“Is everything okay?” you carefully question him, drawing a rueful smile on his face.

“It will be,” he says after a beat of silence where he takes you in, watching your face closely with the smile lingering on his face. Finally, he gently guides you to the empty stool beside him and gestures at the plate of food and steaming coffee that he had prepared for you. “Why don’t you sit down and have breakfast with me?”

You pull away from him reluctantly and take the empty seat, breathing in the food—pancakes with syrup on top and freshly cut fruits—and the small mug of coffee. Smiling at his sweet effort, you murmur a soft 'thank you' to him and plant a kiss on his cheek before devouring your meal. You feel hyperaware of his intense gaze on you, letting you know that he is watching you closely the entire time while you are wholeheartedly enjoying your breakfast. Feeling uneasy about it, you start chatting with him, complimenting his simple cooking between each bite while teasing him about being sweet with you.

You turn to him when he barely reacts, looking at him questioningly when all he does is watch you with a smile on his face. “Why are you dressed? Are we going somewhere?” you tilt your head to scan him from head to toe, before frowning slightly. “Unless you’re going back to work already?”

Instead of answering your questions directly, Jungkook simply shakes his head and gives a quick peck on your lips to ease your mind a little. “How was your sleep?” he asks, changing the topic completely. You should be asking why he is doing it, but the way his hand is rubbing gently on your waist and the warm look in his eyes are too distracting that you simply brush it off.

But then you are reminded of your dream, how the memory of your first night with him returned to you only for everything to fade and fall apart. Your body shudders in dread as you recall parts of that awful dream, and you instinctively reach out to grab his hand, needing contact with your lover to feel your bond with him when you remember how it felt like it was taken away right the moment before you woke up.

“You moved me to the bed. Thank you,” you whisper to him while brushing your fingers on his skin. Jungkook looks down as he entwines his fingers through yours, smiling warmly at the sight before looking at your face again.

“You were sleeping on the sofa when I got in. It didn’t seem comfortable and you looked so tired so I figured it would be better to move you somewhere safe and cozy. I thought you would have a better rest sleeping in our bed.”

Thinking about last night, a sense of guilt quickly fills your chest. Especially when you are reminded that you had not exactly succeeded in talking to him when Namjoon’s presence sort of trampled over your plans. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was waiting for you,” you say to him as you turn and tighten your hand on his.

“I know, baby. It’s okay,” he says as he reaches up with his free hand to run a finger across your lips, nearly distracting you with his touch. “I’m sorry for coming in so late.”

Taking a deep breath, you gather the courage to speak. “I was waiting for you to come home so that we could talk. Jungkook, there’s something you need to—”

Before you can finish saying anything, Jungkook presses a finger on your lips to stop you. Usually, you would take this gesture as a way of him teasing you whenever you would start talking too much and all he wants to do is to enjoy silence. But your uneasiness only escalates the moment your eyes meet his, seeing no sense of humour in his gaze that seems to grow deeper and darker when he looks at you.

Jungkook stays silent for a moment, taking you in before exhaling a deep sigh. “You know that I love you, right? I love you so much in a way that I know I can never experience the same kind of love ever again,” he suddenly says, and you grow tense against him when you feel him shuddering against you in his deep inhale of breath, and the dread you feel only grows even worse when his eyes begin to shine with unshed tears. “I never once, in my whole life, had ever thought that I could feel the kind of happiness that I feel when I’m with you.”

“Me too,” you whisper, choking on your words while feeling entirely clueless about what is happening.

When Jungkook breathes out another sigh, his whole body trembles with it. Slowly, as he begins to speak, the smile that he has been wearing ever since the moment you woke up begins to wilt, and you can slowly see your nightmare becoming reality. “But I also know that what we have—our love is unconventional, something that is completely unheard of, and we made it happen there for a while.”

Something is wrong. You keep telling yourself this and the pinch in your chest grows tighter, while the pain grows deeper. Deep down, you have a strong feeling that you might know what he is about to say, but you refuse to accept it. Not until he says it out loud.

“Jungkook—what?” you can barely ask him, still too choked up to say anything else. “What are you saying?”

With his palm pressing on your cheek and his other hand holding yours to keep it from shaking, Jungkook looks into your eyes. “I know everything, baby,” he whispers, giving you a rueful smile before leaning in, pressing his forehead on yours. “That you’ve finally met him. Your soulmate. You should’ve said something so that—”

Inhaling sharply, you finally understand what he is trying to say.

He knows.

You pull away and grab his hands tightly. “I was going to tell you, last night, but Jungkook—” you begin to explain yourself, but your heart drops the moment you see the defeated look in Jungkook’s eyes. The look that shows you that he had given up. Desperate to fight for your love, your grab both of his hands and force him to look at you. “Listen to me, it doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t have to. You said it yourself that what we have is real. Our love is real.”

When Jungkook opens his mouth to answer, you can already tell that all he is ever going to do is deny everything and be stubborn about it. If there is one thing that you have learned about him from all the years you spent with him, is that once Jungkook has put his thoughts on something, it would be hard to change his mind. Meanwhile, you are still too stunned to figure out what to say, and you are running out of ideas on how to fix things. The only thing you can do is jump out of your seat and wrap your arms around him, before capturing his lips in yours, shutting him up completely with your kiss.

Jungkook seems hesitant at first, but you breathe a sigh of relief when he makes no move to push you away. He tentatively returns the kiss, sighing softly before he takes you in his arms and takes over. His mouth moves fluidly against yours, his tongue slips out against the seam of your lips before he pushes in, letting your tongues dance together and making you shiver upon contact.

You had initiated the kiss to show him that there is nothing he should worry about, to show him the bond that you have is still as strong as before and you can stay strong as long as you put your mind to it. But as Jungkook puts his desperation into the kiss, when the tight hold he has around you feels more like his last attempt to feel any contact with you and to savour your presence for the last time, you can no longer deny feeling the finality in every touch he gives, in every brush of his kiss.

When everything tells you that this is final. The end.

When you melt into the kiss, it is not for the desire that comes coursing through you or the heat that comes from his touch, but it comes from your broken heart, for realising that this is him saying goodbye. The moment you come apart from the kiss, you find yourself unable to breathe. The pain feels too much, and it becomes harder when you start sobbing when you look at him again.

“Jungkook—” you try to beg him as you clutch the front of his shirt, stopping him from moving away. But before you have the chance to say anything to get him to change his mind or to convince him that nothing is going to change, Jungkook moves a step away, and your gaze falls over his shoulder to see something that makes your heart drops.

Right there, merely a few steps away from the front door of your apartment, you see a couple of travel bags piled up together against the walls. His bags.

“You’ve packed up your things? Y-you’re leaving?” you ask him with a whisper, barely able to get your voice out when your whole body is trembling with pain coursing through you. “But…why?”

Jungkook cups your face gently in his palms, as if he is trying to calm you down. Except there is nothing in his touch that could stop the tears falling down your face, nor does it help you to breathe easier.

“Baby, listen—” he gently begs you until you look away from his things and turn to look at him again. Though his face becomes a blur when your tears keep flowing out. “I love you, so much, but don’t you think that you are given a second chance to be with your soulmate and that you should give it a try?”

“No…no…no, please…,” you keep begging him while shaking your head, and the pain in his eyes deepen. It clears that Jungkook hates seeing you like this, and yet you hate knowing that it still isn’t enough to make him sway.

“I just want you to be happy. I’m giving you space to experience that,” he starts pleading with you, but you refuse to hear it.

“But I am happy! I’m happy with you, why can’t you see that?”

Hearing your words, Jungkook gives you a sad smile that breaks your heart even more when it makes you feel like you are losing the fight. “I see it, baby. Hell, I feel it too. But we both know that it wouldn’t be the same. The soulmate bond will forever surpass what we have,” Jungkook says while looking straight into your eyes, as if he believes every word he says to you, as if nothing is going to stop him from stepping out that door. Not even you. “We’ve seen it before, so many times. This is your second chance, baby. I have no right to take that away from you.”

No. But he also has no right to take away that choice from you.

Sobbing in his arms, you wish that you could say those words to him. But the words refuse to come out, dying in your tongue the moment you see the determined look in his eyes. The look that doesn’t change even when he can clearly see that you are hurting from his words, as if you are the only one in pain when the tight bond tethering both of your souls together is slowly torn into pieces when he finally lets you go.

You have no idea how you got here.

You should have known that it was a terrible idea to Google where he lives, and even worse when you decided to order the Uber to take you across the city to get here. You probably shouldn’t have left the apartment at all. Not like this. Not when you cannot even make any coherent sentences out of your mouth when your mind is still a jumbled mess. Not when you can barely walk.

You cannot even remember why your legs feel so heavy or why your knees are completely sore that it makes it hard for you to walk straight. It probably happened somewhere between the moment you fell down to the ground when you had to watch Jungkook walk out the door—leaving you behind with a breaking heart while he kept his eyes looking away from you—to the long hours you spent crying out your pain and feeling so powerless that you couldn’t bring yourself to come back up.

It feels like you are going in circles, stuck in a nightmare that you cannot get out of. The moment Jungkook’s absence sunk in, the emotions that came rolling out of you were unstoppable, and it was too much for you to handle. You wanted to blame somebody, to rip something out until it was torn to pieces, and yet you were too powerless to move when it felt like everything inside you had been ripped out of you until there was nothing left.

It must have been what had pushed you to find him, even if everything else starting from the moment you walked out of your home had become nothing but a blur.

At least nobody is stopping you from barging through the front door to the fancy building that makes you feel completely out of place. And it only takes one quick glimpse at the soulmate mark on your wrist for the man in an all-black suit who welcomes you at the door to take you to the elevator and escort you all the way up to the top floor.

Even now, as you are standing right in front of the expensive wooden doors shielding you from him, everything has yet to make sense. Until he finally steps out of the door of his penthouse, looking all stoic and calm as if he hadn’t done anything to turn your entire world upside down.

Namjoon calmly walks closer to you as the suited man slinks away, only for you to shove him on the chest with everything you have until he falls a step backwards.

“You told him!”

“_______,” Namjoon calmly says while raising his hands out towards you, still keeping himself composed even as you are yelling at him and continuously shoving him away while you are in a sobbing mess.

“Why? Why did you have to tell him?”

“I already told you, he would’ve found out eventually. And you had agreed that he had to know. I didn’t do it on purpose, I promise. He saw the soulmate mark while I wasn’t looking and—”

“But not this way!” you yell at him, before your energy deflates entirely and you fall powerless right in front of him. “You—” you choke out when a sob escapes you. “You don’t understand.”

Namjoon reaches out to you when you continue to cry. With his gentle hands on your arms, he slowly helps you up and holds you up against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and you can faintly see the guilt that is written all over his face appearing beyond your teary eyes. With his arm around your waist to keep you from falling, he uses the other hand to gently wipe your tears away, not caring how fresh ones would only keep falling right after. “Please forgive me, ____, but Jungkook needed to know the truth. I couldn’t lie to him.”

“He’s gone,” you cry into his chest as he holds you in his arms. He keeps whispering soothing words to you while he slowly brings you with him into his home. “He left.”

The sound of the door clicking behind you barely registers to you until you feel him leaning against the closed door while he keeps holding you to him, anchoring you when he can feel you dissipating in your pain. For a moment, Namjoon says nothing, giving you a chance to cry your heart out. Only once your cries and constant sobs begin to subside is when he finally speaks, murmuring softly to you, “Maybe it’s a good thing.”

At first, you are not entirely sure if you had heard him correctly. With a gasp, you pull away to look at him more clearly, asking him with a whisper, “W-what?”

Namjoon looks down at your face then, wearing a grim look on his face when he suddenly says, “Perhaps it is a good thing that he is gone. Have you forgotten? You were supposed to be mine. Always have been.”

❥ Commissioned by @namgishope​​

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[visionofhope04]

Neglected - Part 5

Sorry for the long wait! I just kinda didn’t really know how to make the reader’s and Jason’s conversation go but I got it! This is the last part of the series!!! I’m going to start working on a story based on this headcannon now. By the way, requests are open! Just no smut. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (Current)

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You had just got home after that long interview. It had taken about 45 minutes and you were exhausted. You didn’t know how you managed to make it through 10 minutes of it. The first few minutes were definitely tense and you knew the press would eat it up. You planned to come clean about your so called family in an interview, but you didn’t plan for it to be the first one ever. You couldn’t control your mouth and the truth just poured out of you. You were glad the interviewer dropped the subject when you asked.

After setting your things down, you dropped onto the couch and lifted your hand above your head. You were staring at the ceiling and contemplating life when your phone rang. You reluctantly hopped off the couch and sprinted to get it. You found it, accepted the call, and then held it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello Y/N, I just saw your interview. Care to explain why you didn’t tell me about it and Y/G/N?”

“Jason! I’m sorry-”

“Y/N I’m so proud of you." You were so shocked, you almost dropped your phone.

“What? You’re not mad I outed the family?” You said in disbelief.

“No, of course not! Why would I be mad? If anything, I’m glad you did that to them. They deserve it. I'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me about Y/G/N.”

"Well to be fair it was all over the news."

"Well, I haven't had time to check lately."

“Touche. By the way, how is everyone?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. I only tolerate them for the sake of the city.”

“Oh, okay well- wait, what happens if they find out about what I said?! They’re gonna ruin my image, the career that I literally just started, and practically the rest of my life! I-”

“Woah, calm down, relax. They won’t ruin anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“They won’t. Trust me. If they do try anything it will be suspicious. No one would believe them.”

You noticed it had become late and you really wanted to take a nap, so you decided it was time to hang up.

“I love you Jason, thank you for everything. I’m exhausted from that interview and I’d like to get a few hours of sleep in.”

“I love ya too sis, just don’t forget me alright?”

“How could I? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright, don’t forget. Bye."

“Bye.”

Jason hung up and you placed your phone back down. You made your way to your room and gathered (the clothes u sleep with cuz we don’t judge here) and prepared to shower and then finally take a nap.

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Timothy Drake sat at the desk in his room, working on cases and occasionally sipping the coffee he had made ten minutes prior. It was 4 PM and he had been working nonstop since he got back from patrol. He opened a new tab on his laptop and saw something rather concerning pop up. It was an article titled “THE WAYNES AREN’T WHO YOU THINK THEY ARE…” Tim clicked on the article and began to read.

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Bruce had been working in his office when suddenly Tim barged through the door. Bruce’s head snapped up in alarm.

“Look at this!” Tim screeched.

“What is it?” Bruce asked as Tim stomped over to his desk and handed him the laptop.

“Y/N…” Bruce grumbled in annoyance. “Can you remove the article or at least hide it?”

“No, it would look too suspicious. It’s already viral and if it suddenly disappeared people would suspect we had something to do with it.”

“Ugh. Inform Dick and Damian about it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay.” Tim agreed as he quickly snatched his laptop from Bruce and ran back to his room.

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“What!?” Dick Grayson was shocked. Timothy had just filled him in on the whole news incident Y/N had caused. He was furious. How could Y/N do such a thing and not know how badly her words would hurt their reputation! She was just overreacting and now people would believe her lies. “What’s B going to do?”

“I don’t know, he said he’s taking care of it.”

“Alright, I’ll let Damian know.”

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"What?" Damian said in shock. Dick had called him while he was walking Titus and explained the situation. How and why would you do this to them? Did you not know how badly this would affect them???

"B says he's taking care of it. Don't worry about it much Dami."

That eased his worries a bit. "Okay, goodbye Grayson."

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You were startled awake by the sound of your phone ringing. Groaning, you got up and went to retrieve your phone. On the way there, you glanced at the clock and noticed the time. You had slept for way longer than you meant to. Assuming it was someone from Y/G/N checking on you, you answered.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, you can't talk about us like that-"

You cut Bruce off. "I can and I will." You then hung up on him.

You felt a sense of pride wash over you. You were proud of how far you've come over the years. Before you wouldn't dare disobey Bruce. But now you had the courage to cut him off and hang up on him! You then blocked his number as well as Dick's, Tim's, and Damian's.

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For the next few months, they tried to contact you in every way they knew how. Unfortunately for them, you knew exactly how to avoid and ignore them. They tried to cancel you and make the public believe you were lying. That backfired on them due to Jason exposing their lies and confirming that they did in fact neglect you.

Wayne Enterprises' business started to drop by landslides. Not to the point of bankruptcy but to the point where they were no longer in the top 100. The public started to support you more and Y/G/N gained even more popularity. You were so happy about everything and all the support you were receiving.

Alfred had called you one day congratulating you. He apologized for not trying to get to know you and for letting them treat you that way. He asked if you would like to meet up with him sometime and start to get to know each other. You forgave him and agreed to meet up with him.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian never bothered you anymore after that and you finally got your happy ending.

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I DID IT! ITS HERE! IT'S FINISHED! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS!!! THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE!!! If you're on the current tag list please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in all of my future DC works since this series is finished or if you'd like to just be tagged in certain works that only involve certain characters. If you want to be tagged in future works of mine please send it through asks.

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[boxboxlewis]

if you want and if you have time, could you maybe tell us some more about this? 👉👈 do max and daniel eventually get their shit back together? what even was the reason for their break up? your writing is so perfect, your characterizations are always on point, i'm so obsessed, you're an absolute genius!

ANONSTIE! you are too kind thank u so much. here is max breaking up with daniel, shortly before the lando pov scene you linked.

With animals, when you kill them, it's kindest to be quick. Max knows this: knows that if you have a dying pet it's unfair to delay and mess around and let it suffer. Even if you want to. Even you feel better, having your friend around for a bit longer.

He still takes ages to break up with Daniel, though.

It's not even because he's trying in a stupid way to be nice. No, it's just that he's a coward and doesn't want to see Daniel's shattered-opened face when he realises another thing he loves is being taken from him. And so he does the classic shitty-boyfriend slow fade and hopes Daniel will get the message. He leaves Daniel's texts on read. He says he's busy, sorry, he's really tired this evening, maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. When they do hang out he lets himself be distracted by his phone, by the tv, by other people walking by.

One night, he pretends—this is a low point, and he does recognise that, but something about it feels sickly satisfying, a vicious glow deep in his belly—he pretends to fall asleep while Daniel is fucking him.

Daniel stops, of course, when he realises. Strokes Max's shoulder and says "Baby?"

When he doesn't get a response he pulls out and says, "Uh, sorry, I'm—I guess you're asleep so I don't know why I'm fucking talking. Shit. Sorry. Fuck." Max feels the mattress moving as Daniel climbs off it. Hears Daniel go into the hotel bathroom, the water running. When Daniel comes back to bed he wraps an arm around Max, draws him in, and Max wriggles impatiently, still pretending to be asleep. Daniel lets him go. Max isn't sure but he thinks maybe Daniel cries, curled up by himself in bed with Max with next to him.

The next morning Daniel asks what happened, stupid face so handsome and concerned, and Max says, "Oh, huh. I guess, probably I just wasn't that into it." It's almost funny, what Daniel looks like then. Of course it's not funny at all. Max wants to tell him, I don't love you anymore but I still like hurting you. I don't want to be with you, but when I press on your bruises the ache lights me up. Instead, he changes the subject.

Daniel lasts another week before he asks Max what's wrong. It's bad timing, the Thursday of a race weekend, but of course it's never going to be good timing.

Max stares down at his own socks and the motorhome laminate beneath them and says, "I think, I don't want to do this anymore."

There's a long pause before Daniel says, "Can you tell me why?" He would probably sound pretty normal, if you didn't know him.

"I just don't want to," Max says. "Sometimes there is not a good reason, sometimes things just happen."

Daniel says, "Is that why you—," and stops himself. His voice is stronger when he starts again. "This was really shitty of you, Max. You could have just told me, instead of..."

"Instead of what?" Max says. "It is such bullshit to say there is any way I could have done this that you would have liked. So don't even try."

"Great," Daniel says. Max looks up at him, then. His eyes are teary and he's nodding to himself. He's got his "this is going to be ok" face on, his fucking "every cloud has a silver lining" face, his "life will work out for me no matter what" face. Max doesn't have to be annoyed by it anymore; it's nothing to do with him, now. Daniel says, "Are we going to pretend we're going to stay friends, or?"

Max isn't sure if that's a real question, but he decides to answer it anyway. "I don't think so," he says. "I think probably it is best if we just take a break from each other."

Daniel says, "Yeah, of course. Right." He stands up. Hesitates. "I just—"

Max wants him to be gone, wants it with a sudden violence of feeling that scares him. "What, Daniel."

"Was there anything I could have done," Daniel says quietly.

Max doesn't roll his eyes, but he wants to. There's no dignity in this conversation, no point to it. "No, Daniel," he says. "Please, just go."

[liltigerrose]

"Sugar Baby" pt. 3

Norman Obsorn X FemReader

Warnings: Age gap

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You were dropped off at your apartment after Norman took you to buy your new flats. It was such an exhausting night, that you considered leaving your makeup on when you crawled onto your bed, but you knew you’d regret it in the morning.

You sat up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom, washing off your makeup, brushing your teeth and getting changed into your comfortable PJ’s. You laid back in your bed and put Norman’s personal number into your phone and checked your text messages. Harry messaged you and asked if you made it home safe.

-What a sweetheart.- You thought before texting him back as you snuggled up in your blankets.

You didn't tell him about the shoes or the sugar baby offer. You were tempted to, but you didn’t want to go against Norman’s request. Your eyes began to droop as you were typing.

<You: Hi harry, just got home abt to go 2 bed. Hope u liked the party :) >

<Harry: I loved it. I’m rlly glad u were able 2 come and get a day off work. I miss hanging out w/ you. I guess its part of being adults and not having so much free time anymore.>

Your eyes opened up again as you read that sentence. It was true; you were never available anymore to be able to see anyone you really cared about, including Harry. Hell, you haven’t even called your mom since you got the job. You texted Harry goodnight and put your phone down and felt everything come into perspective. Maybe this sugar baby thing wasn’t such a strange idea after all. Norman had the money to burn, but you thought that being his sugar baby would feel like you were taking advantage of his money and emotions… however, he was the one to suggest it; so surely he knew you still cared, right?

You couldn’t stay on the thought any longer and passed out.

The next morning, you got ready for work. You worked for a local bakery as a cashier, which was starting off as a very small business which was why they were so desperate for your work and why you were underpaid. They promised higher pay soon, but you knew that you couldn't depend on it forever. This kind of underpay might be fit for a child that decided to start work, but not for an adult trying to make it on their own.

This morning your shift was slightly earlier than usual. It pained you to force your eyes open today. You slowly took your body out from under the covers and stumbled to the bathroom with your toothbrush and towel to do your morning routine as quickly as you could.

You quickly dressed yourself and shivered slightly. It was 6:20. Thankfully, just enough time to get to the bakery. After throwing on your coat and slipping into your work shoes, you closed the door behind you as you scrambled down the stairs and began your walk towards the bakery.

-Thank God the bakery sells coffee too,- you thought.

You got there just in time. The bakery smelled like fresh bread and muffins when you came in through the back door. They must have been just minutes away from being done.

"Thanks for coming in early today, (Y/n). Dean's still recovering from surgery, so we could really use the extra help," your boss Connor said sincerely.

"No problem. I just need a coffee and I'll be right as rain," you replied, making yourself a coffee behind the counter with the espresso machine.

You cleaned up the counter and swept the floors, waiting for the store to open at 7:00am. Your coffee was finally done and you took your time to make it to your liking. Things felt like they were calm now as the smell of the fresh pastries and fresh bread filled the building. It made you feel cozy.

7:13 rolled by and customers began to come around for their breakfast and coffee. The last person you expected to come through the quaint little doors was Norman Osborn himself. You recognized him in your peripherals by the way he walked and greeted the manager.

"Good morning, Connor. What do you have for me today?"

"Well, Norman… I have good old fashioned cruller donuts, if you like. I also put together an assorted dozen in this box," your manager said to him, turning to pick up a cute little donut box from the counter.

"Mr. Osborn…?"

Norman glanced toward your direction, at first disregarding you but when he realized it was you of all people, he greeted you warmly.

"(Y/n), I didn't know you worked here."

"I didn't know you ate here," you responded.

"Connor makes the best donuts in New York… not to mention, he's an old friend of mine. Starting a company isn't easy— I know that better than anyone— so taking some donuts and coffee is the least I can do for this place." Norman took the box in his hands and smiled at Connor, who was putting pastries in the display case.

"Never thought you were a donut lover. I honestly didn't think you liked sweet things at all."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he said with a little smirk stretched on his left cheek.

He brought the box of donuts up to the counter and asked for a black coffee with two sugars. Before you even started on making coffee for him, he pulled out his wallet and took the exact amount of money out for the order, plus a twenty dollar bill.

With having finished making his coffee, you brought it over. "I normally don't work this early. Normally I start at 8. Connor just really needed someone this morning so I came."

"You're a hardworker, darling. I respect that," he commented while he slowly took the coffee from your hands, lightly brushing his hand over your fingers.

-It's still early February and it's freezing out, how is he so warm?- you thought.

You pulled your hand away and smiled politely. "Your total is eighteen–"

"Eighteen dollars and fifty cents. Yes, I know. Here you are." He handed over the money.

You counted the money and stopped him. "Hey, you accidentally gave me a twenty, Mr. Osborn."

"Accidentally? That's for you, darling."

"Oh, Mr. Osborn, I cant take this. Its very sweet of you though."

As you handed the twenty back, he softly grabbed your hand. "For the last time, call me Norman, (Y/n). You're a good friend of mine and that is something to be recognised." With that he gently pushed your hand back to you.

"Yes sir. If you say so, Norman."

"Anyway, i should be getting to work. It was really nice to see you darling."

-Why does that nickname make me so happy coming from him?- you thought.

Norman left the bakery with his food and smiled at you before shaking hands with your boss and leaving. You glanced over at Connor, thinking maybe he would ask about the extra twenty, but he only smiled at you.

"Tips are the best part!" Connor said.

Maybe... Maybe you should give Norman a call after work. The good thing about starting early today, was that your shift ended earlier.

At 12:30, you hung up your apron and clocked out, immediately going to get your bag with your phone in it. When you put the bag over your shoulder, nerves got the better of you. It couldn't hurt to try... but what if you got sucked into something you really didn't like?

You stood outside with an anxious hand reaching into your bag. Come on, this was Harry's father, he wasn't going to force you into anything you didn't want. Norman respected you and your friendship with Harry, he wouldn't try anything to hurt that.

You looked down at your cell phone with Norman's name lit up on the screen, your finger about to press the call button. What if he's busy right now? Well, you guessed it wouldn't actually matter because it would go to voicemail if he was busy, which you didn't mind at all. Finally, with the hope of going to voicemail in mind, you pushed the call button.

The phone rang, building anticipation.

"Please don't pick up."

As the phone continued to ring, you grew more hopeful. That is, until you hear his voice on the other side.

"Hello?"

"Oh! H-Hi."

"Who is this?" He asked, almost a little annoyed —maybe because you didnt state your name immediately.

"Hi Norman, uhh this is (Y/n)."

His voice seemed a lot more relaxed this time, and you could hear him smiling. "Hello, (Y/n). What can I do for you?"

"I didn't think you were actually... going to pick up. I just kinda wanted to talk about your... ahem, offer. If you're still interested."

"Right, my offer. I think it'll be a good idea to talk about it over dinner tonight. Unless you're busy, of course. There's no rush to do it if tonight doesn't work for you, darling."

"No! I mean, yes! Uhh tonight is perfect, sir. Anyway, bye–"

"Heh, aren't you forgetting something?" He chuckled. "I'll pick you up at 7:00, is that alright?"

"Yeah, it sounds great. I don't mean to rush the call but I have a class at 1:15. I should get going. I'll see you soon, Norman!"

"Alright. Remember to always take notes. I'll see you tonight, Darling."

He hung up the phone and you covered your mouth in disbelief of what you just did, and by the fact he called you darling again. This man might be the death of you if keeps calling you Darling.

[xpeachesncream]

lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.