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letarasstuff · 4 years

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One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.”

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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I'm loving your little mix works so much I wanted to request something if you're not too busy idk if you've seen the interview where perrie says that alex went to rehearsals with her because she couldn't get choreographies right and he would help her well what if tom did the same for reader??? and Jesy is soft for them but she won't admit it

Hi lovey! Thank you so much for the request! I added a little twist to it, but it’s still the same concept you wanted. AND YES, JESY LOVES THEM TOGETHER SHE JUST DOESN’T WANT TO ADMIT IT. I hope you like it, happy reading!💜✨

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I hope you enjoy this! I honestly had so much fun rewatching Break Up Song over and over again to get the little dance they do in the chorus, it’s stuck in my head lol. That’s basically the dance the reader is trying to do, if you want to see the dance it’s somewhere towards the end of the Break Up Song video!

You watched the video your choreographer sent to you and the girls. You watched it over and over again, taking a moment to study the moves before getting up from the bed and doing them yourself. The video was a little dance Kayleigh, your choreographer, created for the Break Up Song music video. Since the pandemic was still in full affect and everyone was still on lockdown, shooting a music video at a studio was an absolute no go. As much as it sadden you and the girls that you couldn’t film your original vision for the video, your health and the crew’s health meant the most to all of you at the moment. Instead of not filming a music video at all, you and the girls have decided that it would be fun to shoot the video on your own at your own homes.

Which brings you to today. You were in your room, that you shared with Tom, trying to learn the choreography. Honestly, it wasn’t that hard of a dance, it was quite simple. The video Kayleigh sent you all was probably less than a minute. The dance was supposed to be done during the chorus, the rest of the song would be freestyle or clips of you all doing some nonsense for fun.

Your brows furrowed together, eyes glaring at your phone screen while you tried to figure out how to sway your arms and circle them to make them cross. Like Perrie, it took you a while to learn choreography. Unlike the other three, you and Perrie took extra time studying the dancers and had extra sessions at the studio to get the choreography down. Though it was sometimes frustrating, the end result was always worth it.

You cursed to yourself as the video ended for the twentieth time. You tried repeating the steps, watching yourself in the mirror, but it just wasn’t coming out right. You felt your body growing hot as you became upset at yourself for not understanding a few simple steps. You thought learning through a video would be easier, but no, it’s more difficult for you. There was no guidance from Kayleigh, she wasn’t there to tell you what you were doing wrong or what you were doing right. You just felt lost and confused.

Groaning, you snatch your phone from the table and throw yourself onto your bed. You take Tom’s pillow, hugging it as you lay on your stomach. You shove your face into his pillow, the smell of him with a mix of his shampoo bringing you some kind of solace from your frustration.

(Y/n)🌺: Girls, do we really need to have a dance in the video?

Perrie🦋: Yeah I agree. Do we REALLY need one?

Jesy💖: Don’t tell me you guys can’t get that?

Do you not get it?

Leigh-Anne😻: Huns, it’s like learning a TikTok dance

Jade💜: It’s so easy! Girls, it’s like 30 secs of the video. We always have a dance choreo in our videos!

(Y/n)🌺: But we’re bad at dancing🥺

Perrie🦋: You all know how hard it is for me and (y/n) to pick up choreography:(

Jesy💖: (y/n), isn’t Tom a dancer?

(Y/n)🌺: He used to do ballet and he was in Billy Elliot, he won’t shut up about it.

Why?

Jesy💖: Ask twinkle toes to help you, he might be able to teach you.

If he can teach you how to spoil things, he can teach you how to dance👌🏽

Jade💜: ^^^ she’s got a point

Leigh-Anne😻: Omg Tom did ballet?

Jesy💖: Lmao what a loser

(Y/n)🌺: That’s actually a good idea, I’ll go bother him rn:))

Perrie🦋: Right I’m glad (y/n) has a way to learn the dance but what about me? I live with a football player🙁

Turning your phone off, you hop out of bed and skip your way out of the bedroom. You walk around the house looking for Tom, but instead bump into Harrison and Tuwaine.

“Boys, where’s Thomas?” You ask them, stealing one of the chips Harrison was eating. With a playful glare, he softly smacks your hand. You cheekily grin at him as you eat the chip.

“He’s outside with Harry, they’re cleaning the patio.” Tuwaine answers. Harrison snorts, “And doing a shit job at it.” You quickly thank them and pull on the glass sliding doors to get to the backyard. You see Harry with one of those power hoses spraying dirt off the concrete as Tom stood to the side filming him. You wait for him to end his video before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I thought you were supposed to be cleaning with Harry?” You ask him, earning Harry’s attention.

“You know what (y/n), that’s exactly what I said!” Harry answered sarcasticly, spraying the hose dangerously close to Tom’s feet. Your boyfriend yelps, turning around to scoop you in his arms and move you both away from Harry and the hose.

“You dick!” He hissed at his brother. Harry chuckles satisfied at riling up his brother. He turns around and returns to his task at hand.

Tom puts you down on your feet though his hands remain at your hips. You look up at him, admiring the way his eyes and hair give off a sweet honey color in the sun.

“What’s up bub? Have you got the dance down yet?” He asks, thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips. Your face contorts together, nose scrunched up in irritation at the mention of the dance. Tom notices your change in expression and pouts at you.

“I’m gonna take that as a no?” You sigh, leaning into his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. Picking up on your exasperation, he pulls you in closer and places his palm on your back rubbing soothing circles onto it.

“I don’t know why I can’t just get it. It’s so bloody simple and I just can’t do it. Why am I like this?” You ramble, beating your head against his shoulder with every word. Tom makes a sound of disagreement as he gently pulls you away from his shoulder.

Before he can speak he presses multiple kisses onto your forehead making you giggle, “There’s nothing wrong with you, darling. It just takes you a little bit longer to properly learn choreography, there’s nothing wrong with that! You’re an excellent dancer in my eyes.”

You fondly roll your eyes at him, always one for the sweet talk, “You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

“No, I’ve seen you dance before (y/n), you’re actually good.” His eyes quickly rake over your body, “But as your boyfriend, I think you look extremely hot when you dance. Especially in those little costumes you wear during tour.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing a light kiss on his lips. “Hmmm, ok. Well, then as my boyfriend, will you help me learn the dance?” You try to soften him up with some puppy eyes and a smile that made the corner of your lips squish up to your cheeks.

Without any hesitation, he agrees, not thinking of how difficult it would be to actually teach you the dance.

~⏰~

Hours pass and Tom was slowly losing his shit. He loves you, absolutely adores you, like nothing in the world will ever make him stop loving you. But trying to teach you simple choreography was making him loose his mind.

Tom stares blankly at the floor, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. You stood a few feet away from him, cringing to yourself as you watched your boyfriend regain his patience with you.

“I love you.” You squeaked out sinking into your shoulders. Tom sighs and takes his head out his hands to look at you tiredly. He drags himself off the bed and stands in front of you. He cups your face in his hand, squishing it gently and playfully growls at you.

“Darling, I love you too.” He affirms with a fond smile. He lets out a breath before resting his forehead onto yours, “I just—why can’t you get it? I don’t understand.”

You pout at him and huff, “It’s not that easy, it’s really hard!” You and him had been practicing for a while now. For the first few minutes, Tom watched the video a number of times until he finally got the steps memorized. Then he took an hour of breaking down each step for you while you stood beside him repeating his moves. When he asked you to do it all together, all the steps you’ve rehearsed went out the window. Which lead to Tom breaking down the steps for you once again and so on.

“Baby, I did everything I can. I’ve done it really slow and explained each step to you.” He reasoned. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“But it’s hard Tommy!” You defended yourself, almost on the verge of crying because you still couldn’t comprehend the steps. Though you were probably overreacting, your whole day had been full of frustration; you were tired and mad at yourself for not understanding something so simple and now it was all coming together to make you explode.

“(Y/n), it’s like only ten to nine steps, you could do it.” Tom tried to encourage you. You groaned and pull yourself away from him. You plop yourself down to the bed, face smushed right into the pillows.

“I’m hopeless.” You said into the pillow, though it might have came out muffled for Tom. Tom frowned at your figure on the bed. He was upset at two things. One, he hated seeing you so frustrated with yourself. He just wanted to wrap you up in hugs and tell you that he was proud of you for trying your best. Two, he was mad at himself for kind of loosing his temper with you. You asked him for help and he did do that but he could have been a bit more patient. He knew you weren’t that good with rehearsing choreography so he should have expected the process to take a little bit slower.

“(Y/n), it’s swing, swing, round, swing, what’s so hard to understand?” Tom swung his arms like how Kayleigh did in the video, though his motions were quite harsh and sharp.

“I don’t know! I can’t swing my arms properly.” You complained, repeating his steps, your arms moving loosely.

“It’s just swinging your arms! There’s nothing hard about swinging your arms!” He exploded, throwing his arms in the air. An almost crazed look was in his eyes as he gripped onto the roots of his hair. Squeezing his eyes shut he took a breath in, “I need a break.”

Guilt filled him as he heard a sniff come from the pillow. Tom was immediately by your side trying to get you to look at him. “Darling, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

He sees you move your face so he can hear you properly, “No, it’s okay, you were just expressing how you feel. It’s my fault I can’t comprehend simple choreograph.”

Tom sighs, shifting so he’s laying against you, head resting on the same pillow as yours while he waits for you to look at him again. One hand supports his head and the other rubs circles onto your back. He feels you relax under his touch making him pull you closer because he felt like you needed the comfort. You were trying your best, he knew you were. In fact, he even saw you getting some of the steps correct, you just instantly doubted yourself.

“No, I should’ve remembered that it takes a few times for you to memorize choreography. I should’ve been more patient.” He began. “And you came to me for help and I did nothing but make you even more upset, I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your head rises from the pillow, Tom softly chuckles at the strands of hair that covered your face.

“Don’t say that, you did a great job at helping me, I’m just—stupid.” You shrug nonchalantly. Tom rolls his eyes, brushing the strands of hair that covered your face behind your ear. “Now that’s stupid, you’re one of the smartest girls I know.”

You snort shoving his hand away from you, “You said I was an excellent dancer and look at where that got us.”

“You are an excellent dancer, love. You just doubt yourself.” He gets up from the bed and holds his hand out for you. “Let’s try again?”

You glance at him then at his hand before finally giving in. You grasp his hand, using it as leverage to help yourself off the bed. Tom smiles proudly at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “That’s my girl.”

~⏰~

Since standing beside each other was not doing the trick, Tom decided that he would try standing behind you. With your back against his chest, he outstretched his hands to hold onto your arms and guide them.

“Right, so we’re swinging this way, that way, then we go around and swing again.” Tom explained as he puppets your arms in those directions. You stare at yourself in the mirror and repeat Tom’s words to yourself. Tom glances at you from your shoulder, where his chin rested, seeing the gears shifting in your brain.

“Ok, we swing twice, then go around once, and swing again.”

Tom hums at you in response, “Yeah, you’ve got that part down.” He takes your left arm and brings it to your right shoulder, then your right arm to your left shoulder.

“After the swing we go chest, chest, so that it makes an x.” Tom continues to explain. You nod along, making mental notes to yourself. Suddenly, you jump, taking Tom by surprise.

“What happened?”

“I know the next move!” You beamed, shaking your arms from his grip and forming a heart with them. “After the X, we make a heart, and then it’s that shimmy thing.”

The grin on Tom’s face made the corners of his eyes crinkle and made his pearly whites twinkle at you, “Yeah, that’s right! Can you show me the stuff we’ve rehearsed so far?”

You purse your lips at yourself in the mirror, going over the mental notes you took in your head. The opening steps involved a little skipping in place while you punched the air three times; two punches on the left and one on the right. Then that would lead into the swinging, then the chests that make an X, the heart and shimmy.

“You remember darling, don’t doubt yourself.” He motivates you.

You jump around your spot and shake your limbs out, “Alright, I think I’m good.”

“Go for it, love.” Tom nods at you as he stands to the side with his hands on his hips, almost like a dance instructor or some teacher.

“I’m gonna sing the lyrics out, it helps.” You comment. Tom waves you off, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“So it’s—so tonight I’ll sing another,” You skip and do the punches.

“Another break up song,” You transition into the arm’s choreography, swinging them and going around once. You jump so your legs are together and do the X with your arms over you chest. You make the heart and do the shimmies, squealing excitedly when you finally get all the steps done correctly.

“I DID IT!” You happily yell jumping into Tom’s arms. He catches you right on time with just as much cheerfulness as you.

“I KNOW, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!” He cheers making you both jump in celebration. You hug him tightly, continuously thanking him. Without Tom, you probably would’ve never learned the dance properly and would have given up the moment you felt like it. But thankfully, you had a loving boyfriend who never gave up on you. No matter how much you drove him mad.

“Seriously Tom, thank you for helping me. You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate it.” You tell him once he places you back on the ground.

“It’s no trouble, especially for you, I’d do anything for you.” He grins pecking your lips. You hum against his soft lips pulling him back in to meet yours again.

“Let’s just hope I can still remember this till tomorrow.”

Tom chuckles against your lips, “Darling we aren’t even done yet, that was just the first bit.” You pull away from him, mouth agape, “Wait there’s more?”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagines #tom holland one shot #tom holland headcanon #tom holland fanfiction #little mix #ally’s request #jade thirlwall #perrie edwards #leigh anne pinnock #jesy nelson

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yuta-nakamots · 4 years

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baby don’t like it - j.jh

Pairings - Idol!Jaehyun x Idol!Reader, Idol!Yuta x Idol!Reader

Genre - Idol!AU, Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings - y/n is a cheater, phone sex/sexting, unprotected sex, cumshot

Summary - Relationships can get messy as seen by the way you’ve managed to fuck up one that you weren’t even officially in to begin with but at least your boyfriend seems pretty supportive of it all.

Word Count - 9.8k

A/N - Tagging @hunjins and @spookyhyuck who make their own guest appearances. This was originally supposed to be strictly a Jaehyun fic but then things got out of hand when I was writing for Yuta ahaha never trust me and Yuta like this.

Part of the 23 Days of Christmas Event hosted by @neosmutcollective. Check out the masterlist here.

After becoming an idol, there was a part of you that thought that you’d never find love and end up settling with raising a bunch of cats instead but somehow you had the luck of catching the eye of none other than Nakamoto Yuta when both of your groups were promoting alongside each other.

He had approached you first and blatantly told you that he would like to get to know you better and things quickly progressed from there. He took you on dates to so many nice places and it was like you had found your kindred spirit in him. It only felt right when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

In a little under a year, you found that the only drawback from dating him was that he was always busy. It may not seem that way to the public but he was constantly at work preparing things for future releases and you made sure to praise him for how well he dealt with the sheer amount of content he had to put out. Such situations led to a decrease in time for dates and having to settle for late night phone calls instead.

“I forgot to tell you that me and some of my other group mates were asked to be on a variety cooking show this week,” you excitedly told Yuta over the call, “it’s the one where the two groups compete against each other and do challenges periodically.”

You heard the familiar beep of Yuta’s water dispenser as he filled up yet another cup, clueless as to where his original cup went. “I think Jaehyun mentioned something about going on the show. Are you guys filming tomorrow?” Unsure of your schedule you checked your messages with your manager and confirmed with Yuta that you were indeed filming with his members. “I don’t know which other members are going but I can ask and let you know.”

“Oh, it’s okay, you don’t have to.” You told him, not wanting him to go out of the way for you.

Yuta chuckled on the other end of the line. “Just trying to make sure you’re prepared for whoever you’ll be working with.”

You shook your head though you realized he couldn’t see you anyways. “I don’t think they’ll be able to tell that we’re together from just seeing me cook, you know. It’s not like you’re there for me to stare at.”

“I’m flattered to know that you’d stare at me if I were there,” you heard him pick up his cup and open the refrigerator, most likely looking for a snack, “but keep your guard up anyways. You never know if they’ll mention my name or something like that.”

“If they mention your name it’s probably to tease your cooking abilities-”

“Are you saying I’m a bad cook? Because I can assure you that I am not.” Yuta defended with a huff as he closed the refrigerator, a telltale sign that he could not find anything of interest in there.

“I didn’t say that but if that’s what you think I was saying then sure.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” you could practically see him rolling his eyes, “I have to sleep soon since we have some photo shoot tomorrow and they didn’t like it when I came in all tired-looking last time.” He mumbled something about his dark circles starting to show more as he’s getting older. “Make sure you do some cooking research though,” he advises, “Jaehyun’s a really good cook so you’ll have some competition tomorrow.”

“Mmm okay, whatever you say,” sass evident in your voice, “I have faith in my members though so prepare to watch your own groupmates get shut down.”

Yuta quietly chuckled and you heard him flop into his bed. “Alright, love, I’ll get ready to see that,” he paused to adjust himself under his covers, “but no matter the result I’m sure the episode will come out okay because you’re there and I know you’ll do great.”

You smiled at his sweet comment. “Thank you, I trust that your other members will take good care of us too.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Yuta jokes, “but again, I know you’ll do a good job on the show, have fun at filming tomorrow, I love you.”

“Good luck at the photo shoot, I love you too, goodnight.” With that, you hung up, already halfway to sleep yourself since you were only really safe to talk to Yuta at late hours of the night, not wanting to alert any of yours or his group mates to the status of your relationship together.

In the waiting room on set, you finally had some time to check your phone after a hectic morning of mapping out with your groupmates, Ivet and Liv, your game plan for the show. It was decided that the three of you would be making a type of mixed ramen with whatever spices and other ingredients you were able to win though you’d have to be careful and keep enough stuff in reserve to make side dishes. Looking at your phone, you saw that Yuta had sent you a few messages in the midst of all the chaos.

Yuta > y/n

8:23am: jaehyun said it’s him, johnny, doyoung, and haechan filming today

8:24am: i hope you prepared well because they certainly did

8:24am: i’d spoil their plans but that wouldn’t be as fun haha

8:25am: watch out for haechan and jaehyun though, they’re planning on distracting you guys

8:25am: i have to leave for my shoot now but keep me updated on how it goes!

y/n > Yuta

9:16am: i’m in the waiting room right now, sorry it took so long to reply

9:17am: but really? They just had to send the most competitive guys huh?

9:17am: i’m not gonna spoil our plans either so you’re gonna have to watch the episode to see what we came up with ;)

You group mate Ivet called out your name from the doorway, “we’re starting soon, you better come join us on set.”

“Coming.” You shouted back as you tucked your phone away into your bag and made sure your microphone pack was wired up correctly.

Once you were out on set, Yuta’s members came out shortly after and filming started. Everything was going smoothly, the group introductions went nicely and it was finally time for the starting challenge. All seven of you were on edge since this was one of the most important parts of creating a successful main dish.

“First on the table, we have udon noodles, salmon, and a loaf of bread.” The host announced, pulling the cloth off the table on the side in the middle of where all the rest of the cooking ingredients were.

“Oh my god we have to get the noodles.” Liv whispered to you, gripping your forearm as the challenge was about to be revealed.

“In order to win these, the challenger must do a dance from the opposing group and be deemed successful by at least two members. The first person to yell out their name may challenge on the count of 3. 1, 2 ,3.”

You shot up from your seat as soon as possible, yelling your name and shouting over Haechan calling out his own, confident in your abilities to dance an NCT song after watching fancams of your boyfriend a little too much. “I’ll dance to Work It.” You stated, mentally going over the choreography in your head.

The music began playing from a little before the chorus and you turned to face the cameras in the front, winking at the most centered one as you mouthed ‘work it’ and started dancing. You heard your groupmates erupt in screams from behind you along with side comments from the guys of ‘oh, she’s pretty good’ and ‘not bad, not bad’.

You ended the dance with a cute pose before returning to your seat next to your members. “Y/n how do you even know the dance to that song?” Ivet asked, totally in shock.

Shrugging your shoulders you replied, “it’s a cool song so I watched their videos a couple times and just picked up the dance along the way.”

“Nah, there’s no way you learned it just like that,” Liv interjected, “you’re so slow at picking up choreo, I know you must have purposely learned this.” Again, you shrugged your shoulders, readjusting the wire of the microphone that got jostled around while you were dancing.

“Johnny, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Haechan, what do you think?” The host prompted.

Johnny was the first to speak up. “I’m in the unit that promoted this song so I know the choreo the best out of us here today,” he stated to the host, “so personally, I’ll be a little more strict about details since the others don’t know the dance that well.”

He looked over at you as he began critiquing your performance. “You had good energy but you were putting emphasis on the wrong parts. It’s the second half of the phrase that should look more cool and chic rather than the first half.” He danced it himself to show you what he meant before turning back to the host. “I do not deem it as a pass but I liked her energy as she was doing it.”

“He’s so annoying.” Liv muttered under her breath. You put a hand on her knee in an attempt to calm her down.

Doyoung spoke up next as Johnny was sitting down. “She’s not a member of our group so we shouldn’t expect her to know all the little things. I think she should pass.”

“I don’t think she should,” Haechan interrupted, “the detail is what makes the dance memorable and unique from other dances like it and since that’s how our members performed it, if she’s supposed to be similar then she should do it the same way.”

“Ah, it’s a pity that we don’t have someone else from the unit here who could offer a more fair vote,” Doyoung commented, “Yuta would be better at this.” You felt your heart stop for a split second at the mention of your boyfriend.

“That’s one vote for pass and two votes for fail. Jaehyun, what is your vote?” The host doled out.

Jaehyun cleared his throat before speaking, looking over at you with a shy smile. “I think y/n did good, actually-” Ivet let out a shout of joy, since that meant you won the first batch of ingredients, before quickly covering her mouth out of embarrassment. “Like Doyoung said, she’s not a member of our group so she wouldn’t know the details. Y/n had the same energy and feel that our members did and I think that’s the most important part.”

“Alright, so with that, the members of NCT have deemed this challenge as a success. Congratulations to y/n for winning the first ingredients, you may all start preparing your dishes.” You smiled over to the four of them, thanking them as you collected your prize.

As you set down the large packages on the counter, Ivet nudges you with her elbow. “Hey, Jaehyun keeps looking over here. Should we give him something? I feel kind of bad since he basically allowed us to win.”

You looked up and sure enough, Jaehyun was staring right at you. He smiled at you as the two of you made eye contact before shyly turning away and busying himself in conversation with his members on what spices were available and what their best options were. “Should we give them the salmon? We really only need the noodles and we can save the bread to make a small desert.” You proposed to your groupmates.

“Wait, why are we giving them our prize?” Liv questioned as she started opening up the udon noodles.

“I’m just trying to be nice.” You mumbled, grabbing a bowl for the noodles. “I don’t want us to look mean if we just hog everything and let them suffer, you know?”

Liv shook her head, “ugh, fine. Give them the salmon but tell them not to expect any more help from us. This is a competition, y/n.”

You roll your eyes at her before picking up the slab of salmon, telling her “it’s not like we know how to prepare fish anyways” as you leave to hand it over.

As you approach them, Johnny notices you first. “Hey hey hey, no stealing our ideas.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” you tell him, “I just came over to give this to you guys since we don’t plan on using it.”

“Thank you-” Doyoung began, only to get cut off by Haechan.

“Don’t accept help from the enemy!” He exclaimed.

You raised an eyebrow at them. “Take it or leave it.”

Haechan opened his mouth to speak but Jaehyun beat him to it. “We’ll take it. Thank you, y/n.” The smile he gave you was so cute, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit charmed by him and his dimples.

After a few more challenges, both teams had a pretty even amount of supplies and your groups’ preparations for the soup broth and impromptu chocolate bread pudding desert are underway. As for the opposing team, they had decided on making salmon rolls along with a fruit parfait using the other ingredients they had won.

While you were breaking apart the bread into smaller pieces for the pudding and your members gathered the necessary baking ingredients, Jaehyun stopped by on his way to the pantry area where your members currently were. “Need any help?” His low voice coming from behind you causing you to jump.

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stuttered, trying to calm your now racing pulse though you’re not sure if it was because he scared you or from how close he was to you, “shouldn’t you be helping your own team?”

“Yeah but there’s four of us and three of you, it’s a little unfair to you guys.” He nodded his head over to where Ivet and Liv were arguing about whether to use white or brown sugar.

You scoffed at him. “Excuse me, but we are fully capable of pulling off this win. Thank you for the offer, but no, I do not want your help.” You noticed the slight smile he had on his face as he backed away and you realized that you had stopped tearing apart the bread while you were talking to him.

“Hey! I know your plan,” you called out, “I won’t be distracted by you again so watch it.” He giggled as he returned to his members, your own giving him death stares after hearing your exchange with him.

Not much else happened after the final challenges and as both teams approached the final stages of preparation, you noticed the glances going back and forth between both groups and they observed the activity and progress of the opponent. You caught Jaehyun looking at you a couple times and made faces at him to mock him, which he made back.

“Stop flirting with him, you guys are so obvious oh my gosh.” Ivet muttered.

You let out a gasp of shock. “What do you mean flirting? I am not flirting with him at all.”

“Yes you are,” she rolls her eyes in irritation, “I see all the faces you guys are making at each other and I’m pretty sure the other guys noticed it too.”

“Well then that means you’re distracted too if you’re watching us.” You shot back.

“Oh, just shut up and get back to work.” Liv huffed. “If you’re dating him you can just tell us, you know.”

You froze as you thought of Yuta. “I am not dating Jaehyun.” You said through gritted teeth.

“It sure seems like it thought.” Ivet retorted.

Once time ran out, both teams presented their dishes to the production staff who would be voting on the winner for today. Your team presented first as per Johnny’s request of ‘ladies first’. They seemed to like your dishes so you were fairly confident in your chances of winning.

When the boys came to present their dishes you were honestly shocked at how good the food looked. You had to give credit to Doyoung who took charge of most of it. “Johnny and Haechan worked on the fruit parfait while Jaehyun and I made the salmon rolls from our memory of making it with our member Yuta back when he shared his mother’s techniques with us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Yuta trying to direct his members around in the kitchen since he rarely ever cooks in the first place. “Why are you smiling like that?” Ivet asks, snapping you out of your imagination. “Are you looking at Jaehyun again?” You reach over and pinch her side, effectively shutting her up.

As the production staff gathers up their votes, both teams are given time to make their closing comments. Liv spoke for your group since she was the oldest out of the three of you. “We had a lot of fun today getting to cook with each other and we would like to thank all the members of NCT and all the staff who worked with us today. It was a pleasure to be able to come on to this show and we hope to be back again soon.”

Haechan stepped forward to speak for his members. “We too enjoyed being on the show today and we would also like to thank our competitors and the staff for taking such good care of us. It was a new experience to get to do something like this and I hope NCT can come on again with and show the talents of the rest of our members.”

“Any other closing comments?” The host asked.

“As a fan of NCT, it was an honor to work with you guys today and I hope we will get to work together again in the future.” Ivet blurted out, making the studio burst out in laughter from how quick she spoke and the way she covered her face again.

“I really enjoyed getting to know y/n, Ivet, and Liv today and I look forward to working with you guys again no matter what it may be.” Jaehyun quickly said, taking the attention off of Ivet.

“I think the staff have counted up their votes and are ready to announce the winner for today.” The host announced, wrapping up the conversation. “And now, the dishes that won the hearts of the staff are…”

You reached to hold the hands of your group mates as the director wrote on a whiteboard. When they flipped it around, you let out a breath of relief as you read the winning dish. “The udon and the bread pudding! Congratulations to Liv, y/n, and Ivet for being the champions of this episode.”

Liv pulled the two of you in for a hug as you all celebrated your victory meanwhile Haechan came to the front and was asking the staff if they’re sure they counted the votes correctly as his older members laughed behind him.

Filming ends and both teams head back to their respective waiting rooms. You stopped by the bathroom first before joining your members but on your way out you ran straight into Jaehyun. “Sorry, I wasn’t being careful.” You apologize, moving out of his way and continuing on your path.

“Oh, it’s okay, and actually, I was looking for you so it’s more than okay. I mean not more than okay but I mean that it’s-”

“Jaehyun, why were you looking for me?” You ask, successfully saving him from his rambling and future embarrassment.

He reaches a hand behind his neck as the other goes inside his back pocket while his eyes flit around nervously. “I, um, I was going to ask you for your number if that’s okay with you.”

Your brain went into overdrive as you thought about your options. You could say no to be safe though it might draw suspicion since everyone saw how the two of you were interacting earlier. Or you could give it to him and tell him to keep things on the low though it makes another opening for someone to find out about you and Yuta.

“Yeah, sure.” You tell him and you watch as he breaks into a smile, his dimples showing once again. The two of you quickly exchanged numbers before heading off to your own members. On the way back to your dorm, you received a message from an unknown number.

Unknown > y/n

5:58pm: hi, this is jaehyun :)

y/n > unknown

5:59pm: hey, it’s y/n

You saw him start typing but you exited his chat to send a message to your boyfriend instead telling him how your day went.

y/n > Yuta

6:00pm: i beat your members just like i said i would ;)

Yuta > y/n

6:00pm: haha congratulations!

6:00pm: I’ll look forward to watching the episode when it comes out

6:00pm: I paused my anime episode just for you, consider yourself blessed

y/n > Yuta

6:01pm: yeah okay, i’m blessed by nakamoto yuta or whatever lol

6:01pm: did you want to call tonight?

Yuta > y/n

6:01pm: no, i got a headache during the shoot so I’m gonna sleep early tonight

6:01pm: tomorrow we can. I don’t think I have anything

y/n > Yuta

6:02pm: awwww, my baby

6:02pm: i hope you feel better soon <3

6:02pm: get some sleep and we can figure it out when you wake up

6:02pm: i love you

Yuta > y/n

6:03pm: don’t call me that

6:03pm: but thank you love you too

Jaehyun had been sending you messages while you were texting Yuta so you finally went back to your chat with him, feeling the excitement of talking to your boyfriend leave you.

Jaehyun > y/n

6:01pm: i just wanted to say that i thought you looked really pretty today

6:01pm: not that you don’t look pretty everyday but you know what I mean

6:02pm: i’m actually a fan of your group so today was really fun for me

6:03pm: did you maybe want to meet up sometime and get lunch?

y/n > Jaehyun

6:04pm: thank you, you’re quite handsome yourself

6:05pm: we’re actually working on a comeback so i don’t really have too much time these days

Jaehyun > y/n

6:06pm: oh? What’s the album like?

y/n > Jaehyun

6:08pm: we’re going for a darker concept this time

Jaehyun > y/n

6:09pm: that sounds fun!

When you didn’t see him typing again, you closed out the app and went to watch an episode of the anime Yuta had recommended to you a while ago. Jaehyun didn’t text you back for the rest of the night.

You went for the next day without texting your boyfriend but since you didn’t have any activities scheduled for the day, you binge watched nearly a whole season of the anime he had recommended to you until he finally texted you in the evening.

Yuta > y/n

7:16pm: i don’t think i can call tonight. I didn’t finish my chinese homework sorry

7:17pm: i want to talk to you so fucking bad though

7:17pm: i really miss seeing you and getting to touch you

y/n > Yuta

7:18pm: wait hold on

7:18pm: how do you go from talking about learning chinese to being all whiny

Yuta > y/n

7:19pm: it’s because

7:20pm: i miss you

7:20pm: and i’m horny

You were glad you were just lying down in bed because you weren’t expecting him to send you a picture of his bulge, the outline of his hard cock obvious in the soccer shorts he was wearing.

y/n > Yuta

7:23pm: you can’t just send that without a warning!

7:23pm: what if i was doing something huh?

7:23pm: are you even wearing underwear??

Yuta > y/n

7:24pm: no heehee

7:24pm: wanna see?

7:24pm: i know the answer is yes ;)

He sent you another picture that looked almost entirely black but when you opened it, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend seated at his desk with his legs open and facing towards the mirror by his closet. He had pulled the fabric of one leg of his shorts over his dick, exposing it to you with his free hand wrapped around the middle of it.

y/n > Yuta

7:28pm: what if the answer was no

Yuta > y/n

7:28pm: well you took an awfully long time to respond so i know you like it

y/n > Yuta

7:29pm: shut up or you’re not getting one back

You smiled to yourself as you saw the typing bubble disappear before sitting up and pulling your shirt off. You held your phone up and covered your nipples with your free arm, effectively pushing your breasts up as you bit your lip seductively.

Taking a couple with a variation of angles, poses, and facial expression, you sent the first one and waited for a response. He didn’t respond when you thought he would so you cleared the app and reopened it again realizing that the picture didn’t send so you sent it again.

Yuta > y/n

7:36pm: you’re so fucking hot

7:36pm: i can’t believe i get to call you mine

7:37pm: you’re literally a goddess

7:37pm: fuck can you send another one. I’ll send a voice recording

You sent him the rest of the ones you took and within a minute he sent you another picture of him accompanied by an audio message. Opening the picture first, you noticed how much more red his cock was, the veins more prominent than before. Your mouth watered at the sight of his length and the shine of precum at his tip. He had pulled up his shirt, revealing his abs and navel piercing, his hand tight around the base of his cock.

Making sure your earbuds were connected, you hit play on the voice message. “Y/n, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I wish we were together right now. I’d fuck you so hard that you’d only be able to say my name.” You reached a hand into your underwear as you heard him start moving his hand on his dick.

You inserted two digits in and started fingering yourself to his words. “I miss how warm your pussy is around me. I miss the way you moan when I fuck you just the way you like it. I miss feeling you cum on my cock and the way you take me so well.” Your fingers were in no way close in length or thickness to his cock but you hadn’t gotten off in so long that it wasn’t hard to get yourself worked up.

Yuta’s voice choked up in the recording for a bit and he let out a moan. “I-I miss seeing you so full and dripping with my cum. Fuck, I need to cum so badly.” You pressed your fingers as deep as they could go and you felt your pleasure starting to build.

You opened your camera and recorded yourself with your fingers deep inside of your pussy, you hand getting covered with your juices. “My fingers aren’t anything like your cock. I miss how good you fuck me and how deep your reach inside of me.” You paused as you brought your phone closer to your glistening folds.

“I love the way you make me cum and the way you fill me up so good.” You brought your phone back up, to get your face and naked torso in view. “Cum for me, Yuta.”

You continued fingering yourself to the voice recording he sent until you received a video from him. As soon as you opened it, his hand was already picking up speed on his length. “You miss my cock, baby? You miss cumming on it?” He let out a groan as he played with the tip of his length, his hand becoming slick with his own precum.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now and it’s all because of you. I can’t wait to fuck you senseless the next time I see you. I-Fuck,” he started rapidly jerking himself off, “I want you to cum for me. I want to fill you up with my cum and watch it drip out of you. Ah fuck-” you watched as he covered himself in his own cum. On his abs, his hand, his thighs, and you felt a surge of arousal as you watched it drip down over his body, making his skin glow.

You dropped your phone in your haste to record yourself cumming for him and when you picked it up, you saw the picture that you sent earlier but not the video and previous messages from Yuta. Looking up at the name at the top of your screen, you broke out into a state of panicking realizing it wasn’t Yuta that you had sent the picture to. It was Jaehyun.

Jaehyun > y/n

7:37pm: damn. I didn’t know you were so sexy

7:38pm: i also didn’t know you were one to send nudes but i’m not one to say anything

y/n > Jaehyun

7:38pm: oh? You don’t seem like it either

Jaehyun > y/n

7:38pm: want proof?

y/n > Jaehyun

7:38pm: sure

You went back into your chat with Yuta, not wanting him to worry about you or question why you were taking so long to respond to him.

y/n > Yuta

7:39pm: fuck i thought i recorded myself cumming for you but i guess i didn’t hit record

7:40pm: i’m sorry :’(

Yuta > y/n

7:40pm: ah, it’s okay, as long as i know you came, I'm satisfied

7:41pm: besides, i have like four more pictures to look at when I feel lonely now

y/n > Yuta

7:41pm: ugh you’re so weird

7:42pm: but i kind of have a headache now so i think i’m gonna go to sleep soon

Yuta > y/n

7:43pm: i’m weird and you like it

7:43pm: go to sleep if you’re not feeling good though. Text me when you wake up

7:43pm: sleep well, i love you <3

y/n > Yuta

7:44pm: thanks, love you too

Checking back in on your chat with Jaehyun, you were surprised to see that he had actually sent you a photo. He was only in his underwear as he stood in front of his mirror in a similar setup to that of your boyfriend’s. He had raised one eyebrow and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek while he grabbed at the outline of his clothed cock.

y/n > Jaehyun

7:46pm: you’re pretty sexy too, i must admit

Jaehyun > y/n

7:46pm: like what you see?

y/n > Jaehyun

7:47pm: hell yeah i do

You felt a sudden rush of anxiety and worried about what Yuta would think if he found out about you and Jaehyun so you muted your notifications from Jaehyun and left your phone to charge as you took a shower.

Ever since that night where you accidentally sent Jaehyun a picture of yourself, the two of you have been texting on the down low. You hadn’t told Yuta because you were afraid of ruining your relationship with him or getting in the way of his relationship with Jaehyun.

Honestly, you just hoped Jaehyun would lose interest in you and find a new girl so you could let this whole thing be put to rest and tell Yuta once you were ready. But for now you entertained Jaehyun because you didn’t want things to be awkward the next time you saw him, especially now that the end of year award shows were approaching and you’d probably run into him somewhere at an event like that.

One of the award shows your group was set to attend was in Tokyo and Yuta had informed you that NCT would also be attending. “You know, since we’ll both be in Japan soon, how about I take you out on a date after the festival ends?” He proposed over another late night call.

“I like the sound of that,” a smile on your face as you spoke, “when are you leaving?”

“I leave the day after tomorrow. How about you?”

“I leave tomorrow so I guess I’ll be getting to the hotel before you.”

“Are you sharing a room with anyone?”

“Yeah, probably. You?”

“No, they gave us our own rooms this time around,” Yuta paused as he giggled, “you know what that means?”

You let out a similar giggle at how cute your boyfriend was. “Sexy time?”

“You know it.” You swore you could see him smirking through the phone. “But I’ll text you my room number once I get there so you can come by and we can plan out a day for me to take you out.”

“Sounds good-”

“Hey Yuta- oh, sorry. Are you talking to someone?” You heard the unmistakable sound of Jaehyun’s voice.

“Uh, yeah,” Yuta started, his voice showing how unsure he was, “just talking to a friend in Japan that I’m thinking of meeting while we’re there.”

Jaehyun let out what sounded like a noise of approval. “Oh, okay. I needed to ask you something but I’ll come back later.” You heard the door close as he left.

“Gosh, that guy,” Yuta breathed out once he was gone, “he’s been acting differently lately. I just don’t know what’s up with him. He’s always on his phone these days.”

You let out a light laugh. “You sound like an old man, Yuta. Though I should get going now in case he comes back.”

“Yes, you’re right. But, don’t forget, Japan, room number, then come over. Okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too. Can’t wait to be with you again.”

Currently, you were dressed in sweats and one of Yuta’s shirts, even though you’ve had it for nearly four months now, after a day of just touring the hotel and performance venue as other idols began arriving. You were sure Yuta’s plane landed two hours ago so he should be at the hotel already but he hadn’t texted yet and you had started dozing off which made you worried that you’d fall asleep without seeing him. Just in case he forgot, you decided to send him a message asking what room he’s in.

You felt your phone vibrate after what felt like a minute but when you saw the time, you realized you had fallen asleep for about an hour. Reading the message on the screen, you saw the room number 412 and pulled yourself out of bed, making sure to grab your key card before you left.

When you arrived at room 412, you knocked on the door excitedly knowing that Yuta was waiting on the other side and you were more than ready to tackle him in a hug after not seeing him for nearly three months because of his own group promotions. What you didn’t expect was for Jaehyun to appear instead, shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on.

You both stared at each other in shock before Jaehyun pulled you in, looking both ways to make sure no one saw the two of you. Once the door was shut he stepped away and asked “so, why exactly did you ask for my room number and come over this late at night?”

“I-uh, hm.” You didn’t know how to get yourself out of this but the way Jaehyun was looking at you told you that you wouldn’t be able to leave until both of you were exhausted.

“I take it that you were tired of just looking at a screen and wanted to experience the real thing in person.” He looked at you with an eyebrow raised. “Because I sure do.”

You saw the opportunity he was giving you and took it. “I like the way you think,” you closed the distance between both of you, “just don’t you dare tell anyone we’re doing this and I won’t either.”

“My lips are sealed,” he promised, giving you a playful smile, “with yours!” His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you in, greeting your lips with a warm kiss. You quickly melted into his kiss, one of your hands coming to rest on his firm chest. “Bed?” You nod and let him lead you to his queen sized bed.

He sits and falls backward on the side of his bed, pulling you to rest over him before kissing you once more. Your hands tangle themselves in his soft hair while his hands make their way to your ass, gripping your cheeks firmly before gently kneading at them. You shift your thigh to rest comfortably between his and that’s when you feel his length, already hot and hard beneath you. “You’re this worked up already?”

“I could see the outline of your nipples through your shirt and I just couldn’t stop my mind, sorry.” His cheeks started turning pink as you gave him an accusatory glare.

You shook your head before sliding a hand down over his chest, stopping at his solid abs. “I’m only forgiving you because you’re cute and sexy, but look at my eyes next time you pervert.”

“Yes ma’am oh-” He gasped when your hand went under the waistband of his sweatpants and started playing with the head of his cock. “Fuck that feels so good.”

You felt him twitch under your grasp and you realized just how large he was. “You’re fucking huge.” Your hand traveled further down his length. “I knew you were big but I didn’t know you were this big.”

“You wanna see it?” He teased though he threw his head back and moaned when you rubbed the tip of his cock.

Satisfied with his reaction, you pulled his sweats down and he lifted his hips to help you, his hard length hitting his chiseled body as he sunk back into the bed. Jaehyun let out a sigh of relief as your hand wrapped around his member and you felt it twitch within your grasp, causing you to meet his eyes with a smile.

You noticed his ears turning a light shade of pink as you sat back on your knees to pull off your own shirt, which you remembered actually belonged to your loving boyfriend, throwing it to the side and nodding at the man in front of you as an invitation from the way his eyes were suddenly glued to your breasts.

He sat up and pulled you into his lap, attaching his lips to your sensitive buds, alternating between kissing them and gently sucking on them as he teased them with his tongue. Your arm came to rest around his broad shoulders and you rested your cheek against his soft hair. You reached down to tease at the tip of his cock once more, letting out a noise of surprise as Jaehyun lightly bit into the skin of your breast. “What was that for?”

“It’s sensitive, you know.” He looked up at you, his hair falling into his eyes as he left kisses up your chest and neck while cupping and kneading at your breasts.

Brushing his hair away from his face, you told him “yes I do know, but I can’t do much else when you’ve got me stuck like this.”

His lips pulled away from your breast with a pop and he slid down beneath you so that he was laying down once again, his aching length practically begging for attention. “Here, ride me then.”

Giving him a devilish smile, you leaned off to the side to slide your own sweats and underwear off before seating yourself mere inches above his warm pulsing cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly sinking down on it. You nearly got goosebumps from the way he filled you, the stretch stinging in the most pleasurable way.

You let out a moan as you fell forward, your hands landing upon his firm chest, bracing you as you began slowly moving on his length. Jaehyun groaned as you rose up to the point where only the head of his member was inside of you before lowering yourself back down, sheathing his cock in your warmth.

His hands found their way to your hips and he helped to guide your movements as you began to speed up, enjoying the way his length seemed to hit all the right spots. You threw your head back as Jaehyun began meeting your movements, his hips thrusting up from below you, pushing himself even deeper into your core.

Even when it was reaching the edge of being too much, causing you to stop your motions, he continued rocking his hips into you and went even harder when he noticed your still frame above him with your eyes shut in pleasure. “Babygirl enjoying my cock that much?”

“Shut up and just fuck me, Jaehyun.” Had your eyes been open, you would’ve seen the shit-eating grin that appeared on his face before he caged you in his arms and flipped the two of you over, his length never once leaving your warm walls.

You gasped as your back fell onto the bed, your legs unintentionally wrapping around his waist, bringing him even closer to you and burying his cock even deeper inside of you. Jaehyun braced himself on his forearms as he began thrusting into you, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your shoulder with every exhale.

The new position allowed him to adjust the speed to his liking, which was considerably faster than before, leaving you a moaning mess with one hand gripping onto his bicep and the other on his abs. The room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin and his lips on yours, the latter effectively muting the noises that either of you made.

When Jaehyun thrusted particularly hard, you accidentally bit into his plump bottom lip, causing him to let out a grunt before he pulled away and slowed down his movements. “You good?”

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to bite you.” You apologized, your eyes falling from his face down to where his member was still dipping inside of you.

“Guess we’re even then.” He remarked playfully as he grabbed your calves from around his waist and brought them to rest upon his shoulder.

You breathed out a single “fuck” from the way the new angle allowed him to hit different spots in you. You were just about nearing your orgasm and could tell Jaehyun was too from the way you could feel his length twitching within your walls when your phone suddenly rang.

Jaehyun paused as you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, only gently pushing into you as you read the caller ID. “Who is it?” He asked, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“My, -uh, roommate,” you tell him, instead of reading Yuta’s name that was currently lighting up the screen, still fighting to keep your volume down as he continues rolling his hips into you.

“Answer it.”

“What? No way.”

“Go ahead, answer it.”

You shoot him a look and he pulls out nearly all the way with an eyebrow raised at you, threatening to answer the call. Huffing out of indignance, you accept the call and raise the phone to your ear after making sure the volume was as low as possible.

“He-hello?”

You hear Yuta’s voice over the line as Jaehyun starts to slowly rut into you once more. “Where are you?”

“I’m with my manager right now-” you nearly moan from Jaehyun purposely thrusting long and hard into you, but cover it by clearing your throat, “talking about the schedule for tomorrow.” Your voice raised at the end as Jaehyun delivered another powerful stroke.

“Are you okay?” Yuta questioned upon hearing your intonation.

“Yeah, um, I’m just not feeling all that good from the uh, fuck-” you glared at Jaehyun and placed a hand on his pelvis to soften his movements, “the traveling and activity.”

Yuta hummed in understanding and you felt bad for lying to him like this. “We can figure out another time to meet up and plan our date. You should go to sleep and get some rest, I don’t want you getting any worse.”

“Okay, I will. Thank you-” you pull the phone away from you as Jaehyun starts to speed up again and you cover your mouth with your free hand, letting out a muffled groan.

You brought the phone back to your ear to hear the tail end of Yuta’s “I love you” before telling him the same and quickly hanging up.

“You tell your groupmates ‘I love you?’” Jaehyun asked, not even bothering to slow down.

“Yes, and you don’t?” He rolled his eyes at you, only leaning down further, making his cock brush against your most sensitive areas. “Fuck, right there!”

Your walls flutter around his length as he begins mercilessly pounding into you, seeking his own release while you bring a hand down to rub at your clit, sending yourself into an orgasm. The spasming and clenching of your walls around his cock eventually pushes Jaehyun to his end as well though he quickly pulls out and cums onto your stomach instead, the warm strings of white coating your skin.

He lets out a string of groans and curses as he continues jerking himself until the last drops of cum are dripping from the tip of his length. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue and hastily cleaning off both of you before he collapses into the bed next to you.

“I’m gonna go wash up in the bathroom.” You inform him, sliding out of bed as he pulls the covers over his large frame.

“Mmm, alright, don’t take too long.” You could tell he was already getting drowsy from the way he drew out his words.

You picked up your clothes from the floor and took a quick shower in the bathroom but by the time you came back out, you knew Jaehyun was knocked out from the way you could hear his faint snores. Checking your phone on the nightstand, you saw two messages from Yuta and you knew you couldn’t keep this going any longer.

Yuta > y/n

11:43pm: text me how you’re feeling when you wake up

11:43pm: I can go run and get stuff for you at a convenience store before rehearsals

As much as you enjoyed the mindblowing sex that Jaehyun gave you, you knew that your heart laid with Yuta. You picked up the pen and notepad resting on the desk in the corner of the room, writing Jaehyun a note before quietly leaving the room.

Jaehyun, Thanks for everything but I can’t continue our relationship like this. I feel that we are best off as friends and I hope you can understand and respect my wishes. I’m sorry. -y/n

You made sure to text Yuta that you were feeling fine, still just a little bit tired but you weren’t sick, much to his relief. During stage rehearsals later that day, your group just so happened to pass by him and his members as they waited for their turn.

Yuta’s hand brushed against yours and you quickly apologized, matching the smile on his face as the two of you finally saw each other in person for the first time in months. You continued past the other members in an elated state, not even realizing the way Jaehyun had been staring at you.

“Did you see how Jaehyun was staring at you?” Ivet questioned, excitement written all over her face. “What if he has a crush on you, oh my gosh-”

“Yeah, did you guys ever talk to each other again after the show?” Liv added.

You shook your head, making a face of disgust. “Him? He’s not my type. We talked and I got his number but nothing happened.”

“You got his-” You covered Ivet’s mouth with your hand, noticing the way people around you were starting to look at you and your group as you all headed back to the waiting rooms.

You were glad that your members quickly dropped the topic once back in the waiting room, opting to play games on their phone or someone’s Switch instead while biding time as your managers came to pick you guys up. You decided to leave Yuta a message to make yourself feel better though you made sure that you were texting the right person this time.

y/n > Yuta

3:27pm: what’s your room number? Sorry I forgot to ask last night

3:27pm: I’ll be over once you guys are done

You didn’t expect him to respond for a while, especially since he just went on and you knew he had to stay later that day to record interviews and other content in Japanese. Time couldn’t go by any slower as you laid in bed and switched through apps, waiting for Yuta to be done with rehearsals. Your excitement couldn’t be hidden when you finally received his message later in the evening.

Yuta > y/n

8:32pm: just got back. 417 i left the door slightly open

y/n > Yuta

8:33pm: coming

8:33pm: that’s dangerous you know. Someone can just walk in

Yuta > y/n

8:34pm: then you better hurry ;)

It felt as if you were a little kid again, the way you could barely control your pace as you walked throughout the hotel, your body itching to sprint through the halls to get to your boyfriend sooner. When you quietly entered his room, you saw him standing by his bed with his back towards the wall, probably organizing his backpack out of boredom.

Rushing up behind him once you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist and began tickling him, causing him to erupt in his infectious laughter as he squirmed around in your arms. He eventually freed himself, only to turn around and come right back into your arms. “My love, I’ve missed you so much. I can’t believe you’re actually in my arms right now.”

You allowed yourself to sink into his hold and inhale the scent of him that you missed having on all of the shirts you’ve stolen from him. “Can we just lie down together and go to sleep instead?”

“I wish, but you know we can’t,” he sighed, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle for now.” Yuta pushed you onto the bed, jumping on after you and rolling around with you in his arms. Once the two of you were comfortably tangled with the other, Yuta began pulling up places to go, showing you pictures and talking about things to do there.

“So at Harajuku there’s tons of clothing stores and really good food vendors too. There’s even some cat cafes we could go to and then-”

“Okay, I get it, we’re going to Harajuku, calm down.” You laughed, seeing how excited he became. True to your boyfriend’s nature, he quickly gave up trying to plan out a whole day of activities and choosing to simply make a list of places to go like Yoyogi Park, or the Yayoi Kusama Museum, and the previously agreed upon Harajuku.

After compiling the list, you were calculating how much time you had left before your roommate would question your whereabouts when Yuta suddenly turned to you. “So tomorrow, some of the members were thinking of going out to get lunch and I was thinking that maybe I could bring you along…” His voice trailed off as he looked at you for your opinion.

“You want to introduce me to your members?” Your eyes were wide at the thought of having to talk to Taeyong, who you absolutely looked up to or Johnny, who just scared you from his appearance alone. But most of all, Jaehyun.

Yuta nodded his head, his earrings making the faintest jingling sounds. “Not all of them will be there but I think we’ve been together long enough, right? It’s like meeting your in-laws kind of.” You weren’t too keen on the idea of seeing Jaehyun so soon, especially after what happened earlier today with him but you agreed anyway, not wanting to let Yuta down.

All throughout the morning, you were filled with anxiety as you thought about going to lunch with Yuta and his members but you followed through regardless because if Yuta was ready to make this next step in your relationship then you should take it with him. You met him in his room and went down to the parking garage with him, only reaching out for his hand once you were sure there was no one else around.

As you approached his members, Yuta called out to them. “Guys, this is y/n,” you suddenly felt nervous at the way all three men turned to look at you, “I’ve been dating her for about a year now and I felt that this would be the right time to finally introduce her.”

The end of Yuta’s sentence was cut off as Jaehyun suddenly began coughing and pulled out his phone, looking anywhere but at you though you didn’t have much time to dwell on it. “Hi y/n, I’m Taeyong, nice to meet you,“ you and Taeyong both laughed from his cheery attitude as you shook his hand, “I hope Yuta has been treating you well though I’m sure you wouldn’t have stayed with him for so long if he didn’t.”

“She actually idolizes you,” Yuta quickly interjected with a chuckle, “she probably wants to date you more than she wants to date me.”

You looked at him in disbelief though you were torn out of it by Haechan who commented, “we all do, she’s not special.”

“Hey, behave,” your boyfriend scolded, “that’s Haechan, the idiot,” Haechan was about to open his mouth to complain but was stopped by Yuta’s finger on his lips as he shushed him, “and over there is Jaehyun.” He looked up and gave a quick wave with an expressionless face before staring back at his phone.

Once you were all seated at the restaurant and waiting for the food, Taeyong began asking more about you and your relationship with Yuta who was currently sandwiched in between the two of you. “So how did the two of you actually meet?”

“She came up to me-”

“He told me that he-”

You both turned to each other with the same scowl adorning your faces. Placing a hand on his thigh you raised an eyebrow at him. He did the same to you before giving in. “Alright fine, I went up to her first because I thought she was cute,” Yuta explained, “remember that one episode on Music Bank or something when I said the girl in the green dress was cute? That was her.”

Taeyong and Haechan both seemed to have a moment of realization meanwhile Jaehyun was busy staring daggers into Yuta’s hand on your thigh. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes because he was seated right in front of you though you pretend as if you didn’t.

“What’s Yuta like as a boyfriend?” Haechan asked, a mischievous look on his face.

Yuta turned to you, his signature Chesire cat grin appearing. “I couldn’t ask for anyone better than him,” you state simply while maintaining eye contact with him, “he always does his best to take care of me even when you guys are really busy and he gives some of the best advice whenever I need help with something work-related. I genuinely feel that I want to be with him for as long as possible.”

“Yikes, get a room,” Haechan joked after seeing the way you smiled at his fellow member while talking about him.

“Jaehyun, are you okay?” Taeyong looked over at the said member with worry. You did as well and the look he gave you could only be described as one of pain. He nodded his head and flashed a quick smile at everyone else before his gaze lingered back on you and then back to his phone.

Only when Yuta was wrapped up in conversation with the other two did you nudge Jaehyun’s foot across from you. He did not react so you did it again and he looked up at you with the same emotionless stare. You didn’t even get the chance to do anything because at that moment, the food for your table arrived. Everyone lets out remarks at how good the food looks and you begin eating after warning your boyfriend not to inhale his food, much to Taeyong and Haechan’s amusement.

Later on, Taeyong brings up something about their performance, bringing Haechan and Jaehyun into the conversation but Yuta leans over and whispers, “I know about you and Jaehyun,” you momentarily freeze though you give him a look of confusion, “I’m not stupid, you know. I know you two were talking.”

You all but choked on the mouthful of noodles you were chewing but you brushed it off as Yuta telling you a funny joke. The others ask to hear it too and you were glad Yuta was a quick thinker and was able to make one up on the spot. You were surprised that Yuta claimed he knew about your relationship with Jaehyun but didn’t seem to be upset. It was honestly scaring you at this point.

Once the bill was paid and the group of you were in the car heading back to the hotel, Yuta starts up the conversation again as you were both in the back row of the van. “I wouldn’t have minded if you wanted to have fun with Jaehyun for a bit, you could have just told me.”

“Okay, how much do you actually know?”

“I know that you were in his room getting the sense fucked out of you when you should have been with me, if that’s what you’re asking about,” you felt yourself go into a state of panic though really, you were just confused about this whole thing, “you know, I wouldn’t mind including him in our relationship sexually. You just had to ask.”

Your eyes go wide at his words, unsure if this was all really happening or if it was just a dream. “Are you actually being serious right now?”

Yuta shrugged his shoulders and giggled, “I don’t know. Am I?”

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Drabble Compilation (Trixya, Biadore) - Candy Cane

A/N: a bunch of drabbles ive written over on my side blog @sillylittlecandycane !! im accepting prompts over there if you are interested uwu here’s the list of everything in here: 1.) Trixya, half drag dance challenge 2.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya 3.) Biadore, “If I puke, will you hold my hair back?" 4.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya sequel 5.) Trixya, "You’ve been crying, I can tell." 6.) Biadore, Adore visiting Bianca in Palm Springs

1.) Trixya, half drag dance challenge For a split second there Katya was ecstatic about being Trixie’s partner for this challenge, then she remembered she has a huge fucking crush and is definitely going to wind up making a fool out of herself. Trixie’s clearly excited though, so Katya decides she’ll try to swallow down those feelings, and focus on keeping that smile on Trixie’s face.

Neither of them are really dancers, but Trixie definitely is a country girl, so she’s somewhat more familiar with it than Katya. The older is still nervous, she’s not used to this kind of thing, not by any stretch of the imagination. She’s done choreo before, any given drag queen has, she just hasn’t had to learn it in such a short amount of time before.

After learning what they could with the instructor and are back in the workroom to practice, Trixie turns to Katya and grabs her hands. Katya stares down at them with wide eyes, just now registering she’s been dancing with Trixie.

Cute, sexy, funny fucking Trixie.

“We have so got this,” Trixie says, all the confidence in the world embodied in that tone.

Katya looks into Trixie’s eyes and smiles back, “Okay, yeah. We’ve got this.”

It’s exhilarating to have so much confidence in herself, and then to have some in her partner as well. It’s so different from what she’s used to. They’ve still got work to do to make sure they nail this thing all the way to the core of the earth, it’s just not so terrifying anymore. It feels good, it really does.

2.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya Katya’s at the point where she is seriously regretting being pregnant. At the end of the day, it was her choice, but sometimes she thinks it was a bad one. Everything fucking hurts, she’s constantly hungry, she can’t sleep right anymore, and she is always horny. This is just the worst thing ever.

What doesn’t suck is how sweet and loving Trixie, her fucking wife, has been. Katya doesn’t think she’ll ever get over the fact that Trixie is her wife. It’s so surreal! She’s like the best wife ever. Always getting her whatever she wants or needs, even if it’s 2 am and she’s being absolutely ridiculous, Trixie is there to help her and make the best out of a sucky situation.

Katya cuddles closer to Trixie, listening to the soothing sound of the younger’s heartbeat. She’s going to have a baby with this girl. They’re growing their family and it’s just… it’s perfect.

Trixie gently tugs her fingers through Katy’s messy blonde hair as they watch some stupid Lifetime movie. The domesticity of it all is wonderfully stupid. But it’s still stupid. She feels restless, she’s unable to go out and at least dance, she wants to do something.

“I’m bored,” Katya says, frowning slightly.

Trixie giggles a little, and it’s so fucking cute it hurts, “Okay, what do you wanna do?”

“We should go bungee jumping,” Katya says, keeping a straight face.

“Yeah, and then we’ll eat live bugs,” Trixie replies with an eye roll.

Their eyes meet and they erupt into laughter, holding onto each other and enjoying the moment. Katya sighs, and lays her head back down to Trixie’s chest, frowning.

“I’m seven months preggers, there’s like nothing I can do,” Katya groans.

Trixie combs her fingers through Katya’s hair again, “That’s not true. We can still play like uh, board games? We can go back to thinking of baby names, too. Can’t do any worse than my parents.”

Katya looks up at Trixie, a content smile on her lips. At least Trixie is trying for her, which is so much better than she feels she could’ve ever hoped for. The Russian pushes herself up to kiss her wife deeply.

“Or we could…” Katya mumbles against her, a sly offer.

Trixie giggles again, like music to Katya’s ears, “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

3.) Biadore, "If I puke, will you hold my hair back?"

Adore has drunk herself stupid, or stupid-er, again. She needed a night of insane drinking, and boy did she get it. Everyone is looking at her like she should be at rehab, but she doesn’t fucking care. A broken heart can’t be mended with alcohol, but it can be forgotten, at least for a little while.

She downs another shot, and out of the corner of her eyes she sees Detox and Willam laughing at her, while Bianca looks incredibly exasperated. Adore groans and lays her head against the counter, she feels awful and it definitely isn’t just her broken heart.

“B…” she mumbles, lifting a heavy arm to poke her friend.

Bianca rolls her eyes but looks down at her anyways, “What?”

“I don’ feel so good…” she whines, her words slurred.

“Well that’s what happens when you drink more in three hours than Willam does in one night,” Bianca snaps back, the disapproval in her voice strong.

“I’d be offended but you make a good point,” Willam says, giggling.

Adore huffs and stares at her bright red wig and the way it’s sprawled out in front of her. It’s one of her favorites, but it was also her ex’s favorite… God, she misses him so much it hurts like a bitch. Maybe she should throw out the wig, if it’s going to hurt her so much. It’s still a favorite though, and she refuses to allow that dickhead to take more from her than necessary.

Adore realizes she’s been zoning out, and reaches her hand out for Bianca. Her hand finds Bianca’s, and she squeezes it tightly. Bianca’s eyes meet hers, and Adore is overwhelmed with how wonderful and amazing this person is. Bianca’s is basically the definition of perfect, and Adore knows she’s lucky to even be her friend. Though that doesn’t really stop her from pining after Bianca.

“Bia…” Adore whines again.

“What?” Bianca sighs.

“Can we leave?” she asks, quiet and sad.

Bianca looks down at her, and must take some kind of pity, “Yeah, we can go.”

Ten minutes later they’re climbing into the back of an Uber, and Adore is quick to lay her head down in Bianca’s lap. Bianca rubs the back of her neck, and it feels really good because she’s starting to feel really ill.

Adore moans pathetically, “Yanks…”

“Yeah?” Bianca answers her.

“If I puke will you hold my hair back?”

“Sure, but then I’ll beat you up for puking all over me and this fucking car.”

Adore giggles, feeling slightly better with their usual banter, “Love you, Bia.”

“Love you too,” Bianca smiles softly.

4.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya sequel

For almost a year now, Katya’s life has been totally changed. Deciding to actually go through with physically having a child was big enough, but when she was actually pregnant? Everything changed.

Every decision she made impacted the baby. What she ate, what she wore, what she did… Every little thing impacted not just her anymore, but her child too. And she wouldn’t give it up for anything, because sitting here, holding that child in her arms, she knows it was all worth it.

Sitting here in the hospital bed, Katya is mesmerized by her baby. Her eyes are so startling blue, like Trixie’s, and her smile is so vibrant, like Trixie. Katya thinks her baby will be just like Trixie in so many ways. Katya hopes her daughter gets all her good traits, and none of her bad ones. This child helped to save her from addiction, Katya doesn’t want her to fall into it.

“What are you thinking about?” Trixie whispers, leaning over her shoulder to look into their baby’s eyes.

“How we still haven’t named her,” Katya says, cupping her pretty face.

Trixie rolls her eyes, “Well, we would’ve had that one figured out by now if-” “Really? In front of the baby?” Katya says, trying to play all serious at first, then bursts into laughter at Trxiei’s surprised expression.

“You bitch,” Trixie laughs, lightly slapping Katya’s shoulder.

“But seriously, the kid needs a name,” Katya frowns, “We can’t keep calling her ‘the baby’ forever.”

“It’s only been a day,” Trixie shrugs, “But you’re right.” “I should give her a really complicated Russian name you can’t pronounce,” Katya teases.

“Do you hate me? Is that it?” Trixie plays along.

Katya kisses her though, and the way Trixie turns bright red gets her all emotional all over again.

“I’ve been in love with you since we met,” Katya reminds her once they break apart.

“We should name her Barbara,” Trixie giggles.

“Nevermind, you’re right, I do hate you.”

Trixie cackles, and the baby starts to fuss in response. Both immediately try to calm her down, and luckily do so with minimal effort.

“Maybe… Cherry?” Trixie suggests.

Katya looks at her, then realizes she;s being serious, “Really? Cherry?”

“We could put down like, Cheryl or something on paper, but Cherry is like red, and sweet, and cute…” Trixie explains, blushing some.

Katya purses her lips, looks down at her baby, and grins widely.

“Cherry suits her.”

5.) Trixya, "You’ve been crying, I can tell." There’s tear tracks down Trixie’s cheeks, her eyes are bright red, and she’s even sniffling. It makes Katy’s heart hurt. She doesn’t like to see Trixie upset, that girl is the last person on this earth who should ever cry.

“Katya-” Trixie says, jerking back when she sees the older, clearly having thought she was alone.

“What happened?” Katya asks, stepping forward instinctively. She wants nothing more than to hug her.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Trixie says, unable to meet Katya’s eyes.

Katya frowns, “You’ve been crying, I can tell.”

Trixie looks shocked, but still persists, “I’m fine.”

“I’m never going to believe that,” Katya says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Trixie finally admits.

“Okay, that I can understand,” Katya says, reaching forward to take Trixie’s hand in her own, “But… that doesn’t mean you have to be alone. We don’t have to talk, but let me be here for you. Please?”

Trixie looks up at Katya’s kind, worried eyes, completely taken aback by how genuine her friend is being. Trixie nods, unable to actually form any words, and is almost instantly wrapped up in a strong hug.

The younger places her head in the crook of Katya’s neck, and starts to cry all over again. She doesn’t feel so empty and alone now, though. She feels like maybe if she just stays in Katya’s arms, listening to her reassurances and absorbing her love, for a little while longer then everything will be okay.

6.) Biadore, Adore visiting Bianca in Palm Springs

The sun is shining brightly, the palm trees surrounding the pool sway in the breeze, and Danny feels more relaxed than they have in many, many months. They’re on their back in the center of the pool, letting themself drift and be one with the water. Usually they prefer to go straight to the source, they are a mermaid after all, but there’s something to be said about getting to be alone in the water with their boyfriend.

There’s no one else around, just the two of them, alone and having sexy, fun, romance together. Said boyfriend pops up out of the water next to Danny, and peers over them, a smirk on his lips. Danny sits up so they’re not on their back anymore, and presses a little closer to Roy.

“Hi,” Roy chuckles, leaning in close to Danny’s lips.

Danny grins, “Hello yourself.”

Roy laughs, but kisses Danny anyways. The kiss is chaste, but still full of love and joy. Danny wraps their arms around Roy’s neck and goes in for another kiss, this one full and sloppy. Roy pushes Danny forward as they soak each other in, until Roy had Danny pinned to the concrete edge, his large hands spanning across Danny’s, currently tiny, hips.

The younger is bad at the whole self-care thing during work, which is one of the many reasons he’s happy to have them here. Now he has an excuse to get real food into Danny, and help them relax.

The two pull away from each other, breathless and smiling, and it’s perfect. The sun on their skin, the clear water around them, and neither would have it any other way.

“We should go annoy the neighbors with your golf cart this afternoon,” Danny suggests, smiling and close to laughter.

“Yeah,” Roy says, close to laughing himself, “We should.”

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #adore delano #bianca del rio #trixya #biadore #angst #fluff #romance #hurt/comfort #implied smut #pregnancy au #canon compliant #lesbian au #drabble compilation #candy cane #concrit welcome #tw vomit mention

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schaefferisqueen · 4 years

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TGWDLM Song Ranking

Ok at this point I think Im just gonna go in reverse for ranking shows so y’all gonna have to wait until I have time if Im ever gonna get to AVPM. Anyways here is TGWDLM song ranking its pretty controversial btw, maybe (definitely) more than my Black Friday one.

14. What Do You Want, Paul (okay so love Jeff but this song creeps the hell out out of me so I don’t like listening to it that much. its hilarious but a little too much for me like 1 min in)

13. Let Him Come (so its great we love the choreography just ridiculously short. Jeff and Jaime singing together is amazing tho so we stan)

12. You Tied Up My Heart (I like this more than What Do You Want cuz its more fun and Jaime is FUCKING hilarious I could watch just her every day in that song I DIE. Jeff slaps too but I like other numbers a lot more)

11. Show Stoppin Number (so..... this is where is gets controversial. I don't think I have ever seen SSN ranked this low and I apologize please don’t hate. I LOVE ROBERT I love the hips I love the song I just think its ridiculously over hyped and there are so many songs that are so much better. also JOEY need I say more)

10. La Dee Dah Dah Day (ok Mariah pop offfff. she honestly slaps her vocals kill me and the choreography is amazing. also JOEY he just slaps this entire show lets be honest. I could listen to the homeless dude on repeat forever. this song is hilarious and it also makes Paul nervous enough to talk to his co workers and omg genius Jeff Blim and Nick and Matt)

9. The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals (ok so this song has a special place in my heart cuz I was a fan of StarKid for a while but in high school I kinda forgot abt it cuz school. during quarantine I came across this song in my recommended on YouTube and I fell in love w/ StarKid all over again. anyway story time over I love all of the solos in this song Jaime Corey Joey and Mariah slap and genius Jeff is hilarious I DIE at Jon’s false entry every time w/o fail)

8. Cup of Roasted Coffee (ok so Lauren cracks me up every time we stan an uninterested queen. Jaime’s solo and the whole decaf thing is HILARIOUS HER FACE LOL. also all three of them blend so well in this song like its amazing we stan the girls of TGWDLM)

7. Not Your Seed (once again, Mariah SLAYS. this song is so amazing and also so emotional just watch Corey the entire time you WILL cry. also once again choreography is amazing and catchy and fairly simple we love learning it. Mariah’s vocals dominate and this song made me fall in love with her before La Dee Dah. also HARMONIES yayayay we love Jeff Blim music)

6. Let it Out (ok so the solo’s at the beginning of this are amazing we love Jaime and Robert and everyone also the brushing and feeling up Jon is hilarious I die. also POP OFF JON. his voice is so amazing and iconic and the struggle is real cuz like I wanna rave his singing but its nOT GOOD that he's singing but like GO JON)

5. America is Great Again (ok so I love Jeff (incase you couldn’t tell) and this is HIS SONG also the harmonizing background vocals that say whoa or war or who the fuck knows anymore its amazing who cares. also Jeff’s smugness throughout this entire song makes me DIE. choreography is also amazing as you can tell I appreciate great choreography. the whole thing with choking Jon is so cool looking omg also Joey’s face is fucking hilarious cuz he's the only face you can see besides Jeff and its rlly funny lol but rip Ted)

4. Show Me Your Hands (ok so I hate Sam (Jeffs character) but this song is amazing and funny and sad all in one so iconic. again choreography slaps. also vocals slap like go off Jeff Mariah Robert. the terror on everyone else's face is amazing we stan good acting. also Jeff is low-key terrifying but also hilarious we love dimensions in a character. ICONIC)

3. Cup of Poisoned Coffee (ok soooooooo. rlly short but honestly slaps. the harmonies Mariah and Robert at the end and JAIME’S HIPS also Corey messing up the choreo (almost) kills me. I could honestly listen to this thirty second song on repeat and I HAVE so, number 3)

2. Inevitable (this is essentially TGWDLM version of a mega mix plus some and I am HERE FOR IT. this is pure example of Jeff Blim’s genius writing and the songs flow seamlessly into one another and I stan. also jON. and the kick line is the most innovative kick line I have ever seen and I am HERE FOR IT. we love choreography we stan James and Lauren’s choreography I love this show. also this song is low-key terrifying but also so amazing at the same time and the holy shit moment at the beginning is like......)

1. Join Us (And Die) (JAIME. I don’t need to say more but I will. I saw something that said the note she belted was a #c5 and holy shit I can barely sing that normally let alone belt in what is basically chest voice Jaime you inhuman goddess. also Jeff jamming out in the back to Jaime’s amazing voice is a mood and definitely what I would be doing if I were anywhere near that stage and its honestly what I do on a daily anyways we stan. also rip Ted in this song we stan CharTed but stan this song more sorry not sorry)

once again if you get this far you are a superior human being. im always open to conversation just might not respond right away cuz im busy lol. lmk your thoughts

thx <3, alimay

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avmisworld · 4 years

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Jungkook as your boyfriend:

● Y'all know Jungkook is MAJOR bf material

● The cutest bean uwu

● At the start of your relationship he was probably a bit awkward

● The poor guy is so inexperienced he forgot what it's like talking to a girl who isn't doing his makeup lol

● Is scared to do something you won't like so he's always really careful with his words and actions

● Eventually he'll ease into it and become the shameless loving crackhead you know today

● But sometimes he'll still get a little shy

● Whenever he says something too cheesy or makes a cute mistake or you compliment him

● Always has the cutest bunny smile during these moments

● Always puts your needs before his own

● If you're a foreigner, he'll spend hours learning your native language

● Even though you know Korean and you have no problem communicating uwu

● Makes sure you're eating well and sleeping enough

● Even when he's on diets and sleeps two hours a day max :(

● Always insists to help you even if you don't need it

● "Y/N, let me help you"

● "Babe, I'm combing my hair..?"

● Is always ready to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are whenever you get insecure about your body and talents :'(

● Is legitimately confused why you would ever be insecure in the first place

● When he is insecure tho

● You just tell him the harsh truth

● That he's the world's cutest, most talented and golden bunny, and he's precious to ARMY and to his members uwu

● Tells you he loves you at least a hundred times a day just to see you blush and avoid his eyes cutely

● His favorite thing is making you laugh

● Loves it when you make him laugh as well

● He's an hilarious person so he doesn't have to try much to succeed

● Loves to make funny faces at you during one of your fake-serious banters

● You two have a shit ton of private jokes (wtf is funny about a plastic cup????)

● You live on sending each other memes and stupid videos of people falling down stairs lmfao

● You two are severe crackheads oof

● It's very likely to find the two of you awake at 3 am having a dance party or karaoke after too much wine

● Constantly having tickle fights, wrestling matches, pillow fights, what not

● Do not forget that JK is a savage little shit

● And that doesn't change because you are his girlfriend *sigh*

● Teases you about everything and anything

● Places things high up on purpose just so he can show up later with his chest puffed out and take it down for you with a smirk

● "Did I hear a damsel in distress?"

● But makes sure not to take it too far uwu

● This kid is competitive af omg

● A relationship with him means turning everything into some race or bet

● "I bet I can finish this hot dog faster than you"

● "Whoever brushes their teeth faster gets to shower first!"

● You see this a lot when the two of you game as well

● There is no way you can date Jeon Jungkook without playing Overwatch at least once lol

● Video game tournaments

● He wins most of the time but if he'll ever lose it's because he let you smh

● Is competitive also when it comes to other people

● Always has to prove to you that he's the best and that you made the right choice dating him

● Like you would ever doubt that pffft

● Whenever someone impresses you Jungkook would just jump out and be like

● "That's pretty cool, but did you see the new move I learned?" *breaks neck*

● Going to a fun fair would just be you going back home with a truckload of plushies from Jungkook winning in all the booths kfkfkd

● Dates with him are so cute and fun

● He loves taking you out sm

● It doesn't matter if it's movie night, ramen dates, dinner dates, lunch dates, beach dates, amusement park dates, coffee dates, workout dates, study dates, ice-skating dates

● Jungkook's inner child always comes out with you

● Probably because he never really got the time to be a real child :(

● You're the only person aside from his members and family who gets to see the real him

● He's so whipped for you

● Literal heart eyes

● Can't stop staring at you with twinkling eyes and a wide bunny smile

● When you catch him he'll look away and blush but he'll feel satisfied when he sees you blush as well uwu

● He finds everything you do adorable and can't help but send you bashful laughs and affectionate gazes

● even if he won't admit it kkk

● Compliments you all the time

● Compliments about your looks, your outfits, your smallest, most insignificant achievements uwu

● Always notices the small things about you that no one else does

● "Wow, Y/N, these new earrings look so good on you, babe"

● Basically Jungkook loves to spoil you hehe

● Buys you presents all the damn time

● You don't encourage him to do so because you hate feeling like he's your sugar daddy or smth and you aren't with him from his money

● But he just can't help it when he sees something he knows you'll like

● Spends more time shopping for you than for himself

● But it's all worth the gleam of excitement in your eyes when you see his presents

● Even if you playfully slap him and pout

● "I told you to stop wasting money on me!"

● Also makes you his own personal presents uwu

● Usually gives you them before he goes on tour to cheer you up

● Anything from portraits of you he drew secretly, to paintings of beautiful landscapes, to songs he wrote for you, to a collage of pictures you took of you

● Jungkook loves taking pictures and videos of you

● Takes snaps of you secretly cause he knows you're shy uwu

● His camera roll and gallery is entirely filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating, laughing, smiling, staring, talking, etc…

● Plus cute selfies and candid shots of the two of you with huge grins and arms wrapped around each other

● And memey selfies of the two of you that you would literally bury yourself if anyone would find lol

● Also has little, random videos of you just scrolling on your phone or something

● "Y/N, look at mee~~"

● It's really hard when Jungkook leaves for tour for both of you

● Late night video calls almost every day

● Even when Kook is after a concert, with his eyelids sticking to each other like glue π-π

● Calls you half asleep and the two of you just talk about meaningless stuff until one of you falls asleep uwu

● Sends you snaps all day of him and the guys and everything they're doing

● Does it so you'll see he's having fun and staying healthy

● Wants you to do the same so you send him selfies of you and your boring university lifestyle

● He insists that he finds it interesting and that he wants to see your face

● "I can't be deprived of touching you and seeing you! It's too much."

● Doesn't answer texts ever so you mostly communicate through phone/video calls and snaps/memes

● When he comes back from tour you wait for him at the airport

● His face lights up when he sees you and he smiles so wide π-π

● No matter how exhausted he is he runs to you like a lighting bolt

● Hugs you tightly and twirls you around while the other members watch fondly

● One of the few times he'll agree to so much PDA

● Usually he doesn't really like being too touchy in public

● But he always holds your hand just to make sure you're next to him, safe and sound uwu

● Brings you so much souvenirs from his trip abroad to make you feel like you were there with him

● Snow globes, magnets, clothes, key chains, plushies…

● All of it to remind you he thought about you every single day he was away

● When you're together you're so domestic

● If it's making food together, Jungkook teaching you BTS' newest choreo, working out, or even cleaning the house together

● Nothing's boring with Jungkook

● He's a whole different person when you're alone

● Calls you sweet nicknames like "baby", "babe", "jagi", "princess" and "angel"

● He's singing all day so it feels like your constantly stuck in "The Greatest Showman"

● But you can't really complain cause Gukkie's sweet honey voice is your favourite thing to hear

● Sometimes he'll talk to you in songs only to piss you off

● But most of the time he'll sing to you when you can't sleep or when you feel sad or sick

● He'll comb his hands through your hair gently while he sings to you softly *heart-attack*

● Picks you up all the time

● It might be because he loves to prove that he's strong enough to protect you and cherish you

● But also because he loves hearing your shrieks of surprise and soft laughter

● Piggybacks on the street, carrying you bridal style around the house, lifting you up like a baby in his arms when you playfully fight and twirling you around

● Just all the time really

● "Okay, okay, I'm sorry~~ Please let me down"

● Because you live together when he's in Korea you're always stealing his clothes

● He pretends to not like it and demands you to give it back to him

● But if you're ever cold or in the need of some clothing he'll be the first to throw you his wardrobe

● His slightly possessive nature feeds off seeing you all small and soft in his clothes

● It probably turns him on tbh

● Because of this he has a big thing for couple items as well

● Whether it's outfits, phone cases, lockscreens, accessories, and eventually jewelry (like promise rings uwu)

● Brags about you to the members 24/7

● "Look at this picture I took of Y/N when she wasn't looking! Isn't she the prettiest?"

● "Hyung, did you hear that Y/N was voted for best student in her class? Wah, I was really so impressed! She's a genius."

● The members high-key tease him for it and say it's annoying

● But they secretly think it's adorable how happy you make him and adore you so much for it fr

● You getting along with the rest of the members so well makes Jungkook really happy

● Even though he might get too protective sometimes

● Gets jealous often and is horrible at hiding it despite not saying it directly smh

● Watches from afar when you laugh at something Taehyung says, pinching his cheek lightly

● His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tonguing his cheek like he always does when he's jealous

● Eventually he has enough and comes over to you

● Pecks your cheek or pulls you to sit in his lap and tells everyone about the date you have planned for tomorrow

● "So, me and Y/N are planning to go to a picnic tomorrow at Han river…"

● And you're trying so hard not to smile cause he's just being so obvious and you find it cute

● A few time his jealousy leads to fights tho

● Fighting with Jungkook in general is a rare occurrence

● But when you do fight it can get pretty bad

● Rather than shouting or losing his temper, Jungkook tends to shut himself off when the fight is serious

● He stays quiet and talks only when it's necessary

● "Whatever" "Do what you want"

● It's mostly because he's afraid to say something he'll regret later

● He'll probably leave the apartment and go to the gym/studio/dorm room to calm down and clear his head

● Because both of you have big egos, it might take a few days to make up

● If Jungkook's at fault, he will eventually swallow his pride and apologize to you

● If it were the other way around tho

● You're not going to hear a word from him until you admit you were at fault

● No matter how much it'll hurt him to be away from you

● Even after the fight is over it might take a little time for things to go back to how they were

● Because Jungkook's pride and insecurities might get in the way of him approaching you

● But with enough patience you'll be back to being the inseparable couple you were before

● In case you think I forgot

● Skinship is a must in your relationship

● Jungkook loves to cuddle with you

● He's always the big spoon, with his hands underneath your (his) shirt, just gently caressing the skin of your stomach and hips

● Or with you laying on top of his chest, legs tangled together

● A lot of times cuddling leads to heated make out sessions and even more

● When he's troubled or exhausted he likes to nuzzle his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck and just breathe you in

● Tight hugs when you see each other after a while with his hands pressing your face to his chest protectively

● Back hugs are a must obviously

● Creeps up behind you when you're working and scares the frick out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist

● Loves forehead kisses because it's another opportunity to boast about how tall he is smh

● Also cheek kisses, nose kisses, ear kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses and lip kisses ofc lol

● Kisses you out of the blue and then pretends like nothing happened

● "Sorry, I couldn't help it"

● Lots of sweet, soft, loving kisses uwu

● Has a thing for nibbling/biting you (mostly your earlobe/bottom lip/fingers)

● Loves giving hickeys oml

● It fits his possessive nature perfectly

● The more people know you belong to him, the better

● Loves when you sit in his lap skdjd

● He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you closer so he can place his chin on your shoulder, occasionally leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders

● Also into cuter things like poking your cheeks when you do something cute, ruffling your hair, tickling you and pinching your cheeks and bopping your nose.

● When it comes to bed, Jungkook is definitely a dom

● Just like he is on stage kdkck

● Puts your pleasure before his own and makes sure you're a 10474859% with whatever he's doing beforehand

● Sex after a fight or after he gets jealous and needs to remind himself you're only his

● Dirty talk ahhhh

● He can also be soft tho

● Like when he's making love to you omg my hearteu

● Whispering praises and sweet words in your ear

● Staring into your eyes with his dark, intense ones

● Moans alot and likes it when you do too

● Occasionally he lets you have the upper hand

● Doesn't spend too much time on aftercare because he wants to go back to holding you as quickly as possible

● The two of you fall asleep naked with your bodies completely tangled together

● Also likes showering with you

● less in a sexual way and more as another opportunity to pamper you

● Scrubs you carefully and puts shampoo for you

● Uses soap foam to grow you a fake beard this boi srsly

● Basically he loves you like no one else and you're destined to be

● The best boi there is <3

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Ten Grand - Starker Stripper/Prostitute!AU

Find it on AO3 here

One thing Kim and I love to do is throw AUs and fic ideas at each other. When I told Kim how I needed a tailor!AU in my life, she offered to write it for me as a gift! (See the first part of our fic exchange series!) Not much later I sent her a video of a sexy dance choreo on YouTube and as we started throwing ideas at each other I offered to write her a stripper!AU. And that’s how it all started, whoops!

Summary: It was the worst jokey birthday gift Tony could ever have imagined. At least, that’s what he initially thought when Rhodey dropped him off with a handful of cash at the hotel with a sex worker waiting for him in his room. He had opened the door with remorse, only to find a boy, no- a young man, bent over… his books. When Tony walked in, he figured he got the wrong room, but the student scrambled and threw his books off the desk, profusely apologizing for losing track of time. The young man was absolutely beautiful. Brown curls framed his face playfully, his jawline could cut stone and his wide, brown, horror-filled eyes glimmered. Tony could tell from the way his muscles bulged in his shirt, that he was strong. When Tony eyed the books’ titles, he noticed the boy was smart too. Tony had scoffed.

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Ten Grand

“Mr. Stark!” Devon, the bar’s lean, balding host, welcomes the billionaire with open arms and a wide grin. “It’s always like clockwork with you, isn’t it? The usual?” Tony doesn’t bother to reply. He simply nods and passes Devon to saunter to his usual spot. His poker face and reflective sunglasses, that he definitely doesn’t need in the dim light of the bar, unbothered and unmoved by the ladies showing off their skills on the pole. He’s not here for them. No, he’s here for someone else entirely…

It was the worst jokey birthday gift Tony could ever have imagined. At least, that’s what he initially thought when Rhodey dropped him off with a handful of cash at the hotel with a sex worker waiting for him in his room. He had opened the door with remorse, only to find a boy, no- a young man, bent over… his books. When Tony walked in, he figured he got the wrong room, but the student scrambled and threw his books off the desk, profusely apologizing for losing track of time. The young man was absolutely beautiful. Brown curls framed his face playfully, his jawline could cut stone and his wide, brown, horror-filled eyes glimmered. Tony could tell from the way his muscles bulged in his shirt, that he was strong. When Tony eyed the books’ titles, he noticed the boy was smart too. Tony had scoffed.

“Is this part of the whole act?” Tony vaguely gestures at the young man, the books scattered on the floor and then at the bed. Next to it, multiple toys had been splayed out. Tony also noticed a large duffel bag, not so carefully hidden in the wardrobe, with a uni sweater sticking out of it. “I- I’d be lying if I said yes. I’m sorry, I really am, I shouldn’t have-“ The boy’s voice is sweet and it has Tony wonder why he of all people is in this business. Tony brushes past the student, who is frozen in place. “Quantum mechanics…” Tony lazily picked up one of the books from the floor and opened it on the page the boy was on earlier. He angles his head so he can glance over the edge of his tinted glasses and uses his eyes to point at the sweater peeking out of the duffel bag. “MIT?”

The student nodded and looked at his feet, obviously embarrassed by all of this. Probably scared he wasn’t going to get paid. Or laid. “Kid, what are you doing here?” “Peter,” the young man muttered. “Excuse me?” “My name is Peter, Mr…” “Stark.” Once again, the boy’s- Peter’s- eyes went wide. “T-Tony Stark?” “What news. Answer the question, kid.” Tony gave Peter a stern look and the student blushed a bright red. He was in a room with the Tony Stark. He gasped quietly at himself when he realizes that he was going to have sex with the Tony Stark. At least, that’s what was supposed to happen. With how things are going, he figured he could probably kiss that dick goodbye. “Money and a roof over my head.” Peter sucked at his teeth. “And the sex. Lots of it.” “Can’t a fine young man like you get plenty of sex at those frat parties- wait did you just say you don’t have a place to live?” Peter ducked his head between his shoulders, the blush creeping to his ears. Tony Stark just called him fine.

“It’s not a cheap uni. Thought I could cope. Don’t have time for three jobs and this works perfectly. And no, people aren’t as interested in me in college as the men are at Stiletto’s.” “Stiletto’s?” “It’s the bar I dance at every Thursday. It’s how I get clients like you.” Peter fiddles with his fingers, not daring to look Tony in the eye. “How I get to sleep in a bed instead of under a bridge. Never mind the great sex.” Something in Tony snapped when Peter said that. “You sell your body for a bed to sleep in? Every night?” He tossed the book on the desk and took off his glasses to actually look Peter in the eye. The student/prostitute shook his head. “I’m one of Stiletto’s most expensive dancers. One evening of stripping in the bar and one night of sex and I’m set for a week.” “And you don’t mind it?” “I don’t.” Peter smiled briefly and took a daring step into Tony’s personal space. “I love it actually. Love making people feel good.” His hands crept up to toy with the buttons of Tony’s shirt and one corner of his mouth curled upwards, baring his teeth in a seductive smirk. “Want me to make you feel good, Mr. Stark?” The boy lowered himself, keeping his hands on Tony’s chest before pressing his fingers into him and drawing them down as well. When he got to his knees, his fingers curled around the hem of Tony’s trousers. The billionaire was enraptured by the sudden shift in Peter’s demeanor. How he went from shy university student to daring sex worker. It did things to Tony. Things he would never admit out loud. Tony grabbed Peter’s hands and pulled them off him. The boy looked up at him wide-eyed, unsure if he did something wrong.

“Can I pay you not to have sex with me?” Tony cocked his head. “And for you to study and get a good night’s rest?” Peter blinked a few times, barely believing what the older man said. “What?” “You were obviously studying for a midterm, I went to MIT, I know how it goes. You can use those hours of study more than my dick.” “But your appointment-“ “Wasn’t set by me.” Tony smiled and bent down slightly, cupping the boy’s jaw. Peter leaned into it instinctively and closed his eyes. His lips parted and he let out a shaky breath. “Go be a good boy and get a high grade.” Tony let go of Peter’s face and tossed the stack of money Rhodey had given him on the desk next to the physics book. Then, he walked straight out of the hotel room again, leaving the uni student confused… And turned on.

The next Thursday, Tony found himself wandering the streets around Stiletto’s. He’d called, requesting for “a night with Peter,” which would- to him- obviously end up with Tony only showing up to make the payment, so Peter can sleep peacefully for another week. The bar owner, Devon, had smugly said that he doesn’t pimp like that. That if Tony wanted Peter, he should come and claim him on the Thursday night. Disgustingly enough, Tony was told it would be like an auction. Whoever paid the most got to have Peter. But Tony wanted no one else to have Peter. He wanted Peter to himself. Figuratively speaking, of course. He was only doing this to keep Peter safe. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. There were no ulterior motives. None at all.

The first time Tony saw Peter dance, he was blown away. The confidence oozed off the boy’s body as if it was melted honey. His hands played with his hair as he swayed his hips. He shrugged off the jacket to reveal that Tony was right. The boy is ripped. Tony watched the entire performance as if he was put under a spell. Peter is skilled and strong and- and… flexible. Tony’s mind betrayed him when he imagined all the positions he could bend the boy in to fuck him raw. The man forced himself to ignore his aching cock. He wasn’t here to have sex with Peter. He was here to… To take care of him, yes. Financially. When Peter spotted him, the boy seemed a lot more nervous than he was before, which resulted in less clientele at the end of the night, since he couldn’t look away from Tony as his moves turned more hesitant. Tony took that opportunity to sweep in and win the auction. Not that he ever wouldn’t win, he thought to himself.

The goal was for Tony to drop Peter off at the hotel with the cash and then drive away again. But on the ride back they started talking. And talking. And talking. And Tony realized that the boy could keep up with him. Peter didn’t just go to MIT because he was smart. He went to MIT because he’s the smartest. Their conversations were pleasant and Tony found himself in the hotel room with Peter, but not for what one would expect a prostitute and a client to do. No. They talked more. About everything. Science theories, projects they were both working on and even just… Life in general. Tony learned Peter had no one left but his aunt, who could barely afford to take care of herself. Half of what Peter earned went to her. The rest is spent on his education and the hotels.

When Peter had fallen asleep on the bed, his angelic face slacked and relaxed, Tony turned off the lights and left. He also left a bit of extra cash, deciding for himself that he can’t just get involved in Peter’s life like this. That he couldn’t just pick up every puppy he found on the side of the road. It would be better if Tony just left Peter to do his own thing. Right? Not so much. Tony spent the entire week thinking about his conversations with Peter. How nice they were and how good they made Tony feel. How much he felt understood. Not to mention the sensual dancing Peter had done on that stage. Tony would never admit it, but he got off to the memory of Peter humping the floor in nothing but a highly impractical see-through PVC pair of underwear that still conveniently hid his balls and dick more often than not. The way Peter licked his teeth open-mouthed and rolled his hips. How he showed off the crack of his ass as he twerked in the clear plastic. But no. Tony shouldn’t get involved. He should let Peter go. It would be the best for the both of them.

However, weeks passed by and every Thursday, Tony found himself back in the same spot, at the same time, whiskey glass in hand, to watch Peter dance. And boy, could he dance. His body is toned, the lines of his muscles incredibly evident as he rolled his body to the music, humping the air in nothing but a red pair of short shorts, black stiletto boots and a tight white crop top. Sometimes he wore a bow tie over ripped denim jeans, the slight lace peeking from the holes betraying that he was wearing lingerie under it. Fuck. It had Tony’s cock strain against the inside of his pants. Every single week, Tony won the auction, paying more and more with every session. As hard as his dick was for Peter’s body, his boner stood tallest for the friendship he slowly developed with Peter. They spent entire nights talking to each other in the bed of the hotel room.

As always, Peter did try to get into Tony’s pants, wanting to repay the man for everything he does for Peter. Tony always refused. He wanted Peter to do well in school. He wanted Peter to thrive. He wanted to hire Peter for Stark Industries. He… He truly wanted Peter to himself. Tony couldn’t bear the thought of Peter having sex with other men. How Peter would present himself as he gets fucked by a different guy every week. Tony wanted no one else to touch the boy. His boy. Peter was his. And he would take care of him. Tony noticed Peter’s growing frustration, though. After nearly three months of being financially supported by Tony- three months of weekly conversations that lasted until the early hours, Peter admitted that his balls were bluer than ever before. Tony had laughed at that. Told the boy to get off in his own time. But Peter didn’t want that. Peter wanted to get off on Tony’s time. And so he tried to. He simply started to palm himself through his jeans and moaned. “You’re trying to get a reaction out of me,” Tony said and the boy smirked. “My job is to have sex with you, daddy- do you mind if I call you daddy?” Tony’s cock immediately sprung to attention and Tony swore quietly to himself when he saw Peter noticed.

“I don’t want your sex,” Tony said with a stern nod. It felt like the biggest lie he’d ever told. “But daddy, what if… What if I want yours?” Tony ran out of the hotel room that night, leaving Peter rejected and alone. They both knew Tony wanted it. However, neither of them knew what was holding Tony back. They flirted constantly. Tony was very pro-active with that. And Peter actively flirted back. After their blooming friendship, something else had sprung into a bud. Something more. And where Peter imagined his tight hole to be filled by Tony’s big cock, Tony imagined his big cock filling Peter’s tight hole. The math was simple really, yet Tony held back. He still had this sense of dignity that he had to keep. As if pretending to the owner of Stiletto’s that you fuck his diamond in the rough every single week instead of just giving him money so he can study in peace isn’t enough proof that Tony doesn’t actually care about his dignity.

Because if Tony truly wanted Peter to just do well in school, the man would have told him to stop dancing. He would have told Peter to quit his job at Stiletto’s, that he would support the boy financially, maybe through a scholarship, to get through uni. But no. Peter knew exactly why Tony didn’t do that. He liked to watch the boy dance. Liked to get achingly hard and refuse himself the pleasure of having sex with him. As some sort of punishment. Peter knew Tony thrived on buying Peter, knowing the boy was his and his alone. That he would put up a show every Thursday night to give the men at the bar leaking cocks at the sight, only for Tony to bite his lip and put down another smack of cash so he could take Peter home. To own him. To deny the other drooling men the delight that is Peter’s presence. It was a power fantasy that had Peter jerk himself off to under the shower stream on a near-daily basis. He was Tony’s. Tony’s alone. And shit, did he want to get fucked by him. So bad.

But now, even though Tony left Peter by himself in the hotel room after the boy confessed he wanted more out of their relationship, Tony is back in his trusty armchair at Stiletto’s, waiting for his boy- his Peter- to strut down the stage and put up a show. And onto the stage he came, donning his red stiletto ankle boots, black shorts that hugged his body so nicely you could see the outline of his cock, and Tony’s favorite shirt: a black mesh crop top. Covered, yet incredibly exposed. The holes are large enough for Peter’s nipples to poke through.

When Peter spots Tony in his chair, he grins and licks his lips, winking playfully and throwing his head around while he pushes his hands through his hair. Tony’s breath quickens immediately and his dick twitches. He spreads his legs slightly and leans back more. Peter pulls out all the stops that night. Tony knows exactly why. The boy still wants to get in his pants. But with everything Peter’s been doing, Tony isn’t sure how long he will be able to hold back anymore. His own sexual frustration is growing by the second and Peter is so hot climbing the pole. The loud beat thrums through Tony’s chest at the same pace at his heartbeat, which he can practically feel thumping through his dick at this point. It’s hard and leaking and he holds his breath when Peter throws his head back as he presses his clothed cock against the pole and moans . He’s never moaned on stage before, not like this. Obscene and filthy and hot. Tony downs his double whiskey in one shot, knowing he will regret it.

The sweat on the boy’s skin glows under the fuchsia and royal blue stage lights, highlighting his toned and engaged muscles as he climbs and climbs. He hooks his leg around the pole and lets go, keeping himself from falling with just his clenched muscles. Tony stares at how Peter practically flies. It’s not long before he changes moves, still going in circles as the pole turns. The boy shows off his strength, his flexibility and how absolutely gorgeous he is. The lights create an aura around Peter’s head. Tony wants to pull at the soft, brown curls. Use them to keep the boy’s mouth on his cock as he face fucks him until tears roll down Peter’s cheeks. Peter captivates the audience with his increasingly more sexual performance. He slowly slides down the pole, his dick pressed between it and his abdomen. When he lands, he rolls his body a few times, creating friction. His half-lidded eyes still haven’t left Tony’s reflective glasses and his jaw hangs slack as he sticks out his tongue, curling it upwards.

Peter lets go of the pole and almost lazily walks away from it. He sits down on his knees with his legs spread and starts playing with his nipples while biting his bottom lip while he slowly rolls his hips to the slow, sensual beat. One hand travels down, tracing the lines of his hard cock through the tight shorts. The performance is practically soft porn at this point, but nobody is stopping him. Nobody wants to stop him. They’re all staring at how Peter’s teasing himself. One would think it’s to get clientele. Tony knows better, though. The billionaire’s jaw is clenched, eyes locked with Peter’s. Peter can only see his own reflection in the glasses, but he knows Tony is watching him. Knows Tony only has eyes for his Peter. The boy never looked away from him. Not even for a second. They know what they both want. All that needs to happen now is for Peter to tear down Tony’s defenses. And shit, Peter’s a wrecking ball of insane proportions.

Peter rolls over, stretching out his legs and pointing his feet to the ceiling. When he’s on his back, he puts down his feet and brings up his hips to thrust upwards, hips rolling. His hands are still tweaking his erect nipples Tony swallows when he sees Peter swearing under his breath. Peter rolls further, back on his knees, resting on all fours, still staring intently at Tony. He puts his hands on the floor, expertly arching his back and sticking out his butt. He licks his lips and winks at Tony before raising one hand off the floor to push it down his chest, tugging at the mesh crop top before palming at his dick again. Peter glances at Tony’s evident hard-on. The mistake Tony then made, was to cover it with his hands, to hide it from Peter, but the sudden pressure had him gasp. He knows what would happen if he just…

Tony squeezes his eyes shut for a second and suppresses a groan when he cups his hard shaft through the fabric of his pants. It doesn’t take long before he realizes what he’s doing and he opens his eyes again. He wants to let go of his dick. But Peter. Peter… The boy is crawling towards him over the stage. Crossing his arms in front of him and arching his back with every step. He effortlessly glides down the platform and saunters over to Tony until he hovers over him. Tony stares up at Peter. The boy is panting, sweating, and he’s hard . So hard, Tony can see the slight wet spot in his shorts. “May I?” Peter breathes out, staring down at Tony with his chin angled up. Tony presses his lips on top of each other. The entire situation is incredibly overwhelming. The thrumming bass, the smoke seeping off the stage, the alcohol coursing through Tony’s bloodstream, the colored lights framing Peter’s body and- fuck- Peter’s body. Glistening and toned and oh, Tony wants to touch it. Touch him. All of it feels like a dream. A dream Tony never wants to end. And there’s only one way for it to continue.

Tony nods. Brief. Curtly. And Peter’s immediately all over him, not making any physical contact, as per the rules, keeping his distance but pushing into Tony’s personal space deliciously. He rolls and sways his hips, staring at his reflection in Tony’s glasses. Peter rolls his nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and he jolts involuntarily at the surge of pleasure shooting through his body. He finally gets to make Tony truly feel good. He can sense it. Tonight’s the night he’s going to get fucked. And he wants Tony to be as desperate for him as he is for Tony. He turns and turns, making eights with his hips until he can slowly twerk his ass right in front of Tony’s face. He puts one knee on the armrest and leans in until he’s sure Tony could smell his arousal.

Peter pulls back again, standing up on both legs, slightly further apart than needed, back still facing Tony. His hand reaches down, wrist curling under his crotch so his spread fingers rest on his ass. He slowly leans forward again, keeping his legs straight, using his index finger to draw circles around where his hole is. His flexibility allows him to make eye contact with Tony again, while folded against his legs, upside down. He bites his lip seductively and purses his lips into a kiss, before coming back up again. Tony is unreadable, save for his thumb rubbing circles on his hard shaft. Peter is winning this, he knows. Maybe he has already won. In any case, he wants to drag this out for as long as he can. And so, he brings up the hand he just groped himself with and starts sucking on the index finger. He closes his eyes and moans around it, hips bucking involuntarily once again.

According to the rules, Tony is not allowed to touch Peter until he pays for him. But he doesn’t care anymore. Peter finally did it. He broke Tony. And thus, Tony will break the rules. He reaches forward and grabs Peter by his wrist, aggressively pulling the boy into his lap. Peter gasps surprised, but doesn’t wait. Doesn’t hesitate. He immediately grinds his crotch into Tony’s and they both moan obscenely, finally finding the friction they were both yearning for. Tony lets go of his empty glass, which shatters on the floor, and he grabs Peter’s face with both hands to guide the boy towards him. The salty taste of Peter’s sweat invades Tony’s mouth when their lips crash on top of each other. Peter grabs hold of Tony’s shirt, whimpering soft, sweet sounds as he pushes himself even further down into Tony’s crotch. “Took you long enough,” the boy grins against Tony’s lips. One of Peter’s hands creeps up to take the reflective glasses off Tony’s head. He gasps when he sees Tony’s black eyes, pupils dilated with lust. The billionaire can only growl, wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck and pushing his hips up to meet Peter’s. Around them, the other audience members are booing, but neither Peter nor Tony care.

“Tony!” Devon shouts from a distance, taking big strides towards the two of them. The death glare he sends Peter goes unnoticed; the two men are too caught up with each other to see it. Tony knows what’s coming, though. He will be kicked out for breaking the rules. Maybe banned. There will always be paying customers for Peter. Devon doesn’t need Tony to make money, regardless of how rich the man is. Peter however… Peter could truly get into trouble. Since, well, he broke the rules too. The boy will definitely get a strike. Might even get fired for this stunt. However, Tony won’t allow Peter to get scolded. “Keep kissing me, sweetheart-” he whispers as he turns his head to Devon, who is – as expected – followed by two security guards. “Need your lips on my skin, Peter- I need you-“ “Need you too, daddy-“ Peter licks right under Tony’s jaw, near his ear. The man’s mouth opens wide at the name and his entire body spasms with pleasure.

“Ten grand-” Tony groans. Devon stops in his tracks and stares at Tony with wide eyes. He raises his hand to stop the security from tearing the two apart. Peter still ruts himself against Tony, kissing the man’s neck feverishly. “Excuse me?” Devon’s eyebrows go up to where his hairline would be if he wasn’t bald. Tony fumbles, grabbing his black credit card from his inner pocket. He traces one corner of the card over Peter’s back up to the mesh crop top and the boy moans, goosebumps spreading over his body. “Peter’s mine,” Tony growls. “Ten grand.”

Devon could never go against it. If he refuses, he will miss out on all that money. The most Peter had ever gone out for, for one night, is four grand. And that was for Tony, two weeks ago. No one in the audience would be able to go over the ten grand. Devon would have to choose between his principles and between the money and, like the true pimp he is, he picks the latter. He stomps towards Tony and grabs the credit card from the man’s hand. Tony immediately moves his hand back to caress Peter’s body and he continues kissing Peter. Desperation is evident in both of them. Devon puts the ten grand on the card and within an hour, Tony tosses Peter on the bed of his hotel room.

“Knew you’d let go for me one day, daddy,” Peter sighs seductively as he stretches himself out over the bed. Tony pulls the boy’s stilettos off his feet and discards his own shoes with them, right next to Peter’s uni books. “Wanted to let go for you since day one, you filthy slut,” Tony growls. Peter moans at the nickname and clutches his mesh crop top, hips bucking up into thin air. Tony pulls Peter towards him by his ankles and jumps on top of him, knees resting on the bed to keep Peter from finding friction. “A vixen, that’s what you are.” He bites into Peter’s bottom lip and the student arches his back. Tony keeps the boy in place with his hands by pressing down Peter’s wrists into the mattress. “Why don’t you fuck my pussy, then, daddy? I’m ready for you.” Peter grins, angling his head up to look at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“Vixen!” Tony pushes out through gritted teeth as he suddenly lets go of Peter’s hands, grabbing the boy’s cock through the thin fabric of the tight shorts. He squeezes it and the wet spot in the short creates a squelching sound. A high pitched whine falls off Peter’s lips at the sudden attention. “D-daddy!” Peter’s eyes roll back, but he collects himself fast, whimpering softly as Tony continues to slowly rub the boy’s cock in his outfit. “So much money spent on me…“ Peter smirks. “Was it worth it?” Tony’s other hand crawls under Peter’s mesh top to pinch his nipple. Peter whimpers at the sparks shooting through his body and he can’t help but buck upwards into Tony’s touch. The man leans down and sucks a hickey on Peter’s neck. The student is already seeing stars. He can’t believe this is happening. He’s wanted this for so long. “Every p-penny, Peter Parker.” Tony softly suckles on the spot he just bruised. Peter is intoxicating. So sweet, yet so filthy.

Now that Tony’s finally allowing himself the pleasure, he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He lets go of Peter and throws off his jacket and starts fumbling with his shirt. “Get your clothes off before I rip them off that pretty body of yours.” Peter obeys immediately, knowing that he will get what he craves sooner rather than later. Tony’s belt buckle clanks as he aggressively throws it away from him. His pants drop to the floor and he kicks them off. “On your hands and knees, slut. Now.” Peter’s now freed cock twitches and he turns, presenting his bare, pink asshole to Tony. When the man had found the lube, Peter doesn’t know. He’s too drunk on arousal, too caught up in his own lust, to really realize what is going on. The only thing he knows for sure is that he wants to get fucked by Tony. Hard and rough. Peter hears Tony squirting the lube behind him and before Peter can make a comment about Tony being slow, he gasps as he feels a finger probing around his entrance.

“O-oh!” “This what you want?” Tony growls, squeezing Peter’s ass with his other hand. Only the tip of his index finger slides in, but he immediately takes it out again to rim the boy’s hole again. Peter whines and pushes himself towards Tony, wanting the man to go in further. “Yes, yes-yes-yes, daddy, please open me wide, fuck me, fuck me-“ “Ohh,” Tony coos, his lubed up finger sliding down Peter’s crack all the way until he’s at the boy’s balls. He traces unrecognizable patterns on them and Peter can’t stop himself from making filthy noises. It feels too good to keep quiet. “So desperate…” “As are you-“ Peter pushes out, earning himself a hard slap on his butt cheek. The sting has him gasp and buck forward. He throws his head back, feeling his cock spurt the tiniest bit of precum at the pleasurable sensation. Tony gently rubs the pink-turning skin and grins. “If you want daddy’s cock, you’re gonna have to be a good boy.” He brings his finger back to circle around Peter’s hole again and Peter sobs once. “Please, daddy- want your cock- need it- fill me, fuck me, please-“ His entire body is shaking under the attention and he tenses up when another slap hits him. “-AH! D-daddy, want to be your good boy, please- please, tell me how to be your good boy.”

Tony smiles and leans in to press a kiss on top of the pink outline of his hand on Peter’s ass. At the same time, he pushes his finger in again, further this time. Peter moans, but he doesn’t move back, trying to stay as still as possible. Tony doesn’t move either. He just pushed his finger in, waiting for Peter to unclench and adjust. “Tell me who you belong to.” Tony’s voice rumbles, vibrating through Peter’s body. “You, I’m yours-“ Peter moans. Tony seems to approve as he slowly starts to pump his finger. The sensation has Peter gasp. He clenches his jaw in an attempt to at least kind of control the noises that fall from his lips. “Then why do you keep selling yourself?” The question was sincere, yet paired with an increase in thrusts. Tony wiggles his finger to open Peter up more and the boy’s body is once again glistening with sweat. “B-because I want to dance for you. Make you hard for me. And- And I know you’ll buy me,” Peter says breathlessly. “Want only you to buy me. Want no one else to touch me.” “That’s right,” Tony groans, adding a second finger and scissoring them, which causes Peter to let out a high pitched whine. Tony’s other hand massages Peter’s ass like it’s dough. The slapped, sensitive area sending jolts of pleasure through Peter’s body. “I don’t want anybody else touching you either. You know why?” Tony’s fingers start curling, looking for Peter’s sweet spot. “C-cause I’m yours, daddy-“ Tony leans in to growl in Peter’s ear. “You’re mine.” Tony continues thrusting into Peter and the boy finally gets a good view of Tony’s cock, hard and aching. “You’re my Peter. My slut. My good boy.”

When Tony speaks the last word, he finally grazes past Peter’s prostate, causing the boy to open his mouth in a silent scream. “That’s it, sweet slut-“ Tony groans. “Look at you, so hot and wet- so close, almost ready for my cock to fill your little hole, isn’t that right?” Peter nods aggressively, eyes closed, barely able to speak as Tony mercilessly attacks his prostate, adding a third finger. “Y-yeah, feel so good, yes- please- fill me- please-“ Tony’s hand leaves Peter’s cheek and works to slicken his own cock, partially with the lube and partially with the precum at the tip. He continuously gives Peter the attention he craves, while stroking his shaft and lining it up with Peter’s hole. “Well,” Tony quips. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Before Peter can ask what’s going to happen, Tony takes out his fingers and immediately replaces them with his dick. A low grunt escapes his lips as he pushes himself into Peter, finally feeling the boy envelope him. Peter yelps, clenching and unclenching instinctively around Tony’s throbbing cock. He feels so deliciously full. He pushes himself down until they bottom out. The real thing was nothing like what their imaginations had come up with over the past few months and they both chuckle at how mundane it is. How normal. Yet, it’s absolutely perfect. It’s not long before Peter starts wiggling his butt; a silent plea for Tony to start moving. The man does so, and he grabs Peter’s curls, the one thing he’s wanted to do the most, to have the boy arch into him. They pant and moan and groan and grunt and slowly but surely the room is hot and heavy with their sex, the sound of skin slapping together at the intensity of Tony’s thrusts only adding to how horny both men are.

“Take me so well, boy, so good for me, so tight-!” Tony leans down to bite into Peter’s shoulder. He growls. “Daddy’s little slut!” The change in angle has Peter scream. “Right there, oh god, daddy yes, I’m your slut, please don’t stop, right there, right there!” Tony yanks at Peter’s hair, causing the boy to moan obscenely once more. “God, Peter, you’re so filthy- who would’ve thought that a sweet MIT boy could be so disgustingly hot.” Peter can only nod in agreement. He’s a filthy whore, he knows. And he loves it. But now… Now he’s Tony’s. Only Tony’s. “Wanna be yours forever, Mr. Stark-“ Tony thrusts particularly hard at the mention of his name. “Do you, now?” He breathes out with a scoff and a grin. “Want to be my sugar baby? Want me to spend my money directly on you and not on some pimp who takes half?” The mere thought has Tony increase his pace. It still enrages him that not all of his money went to Peter and now, with Peter’s request, his wishes might actually come true. “Daddy- please, yes, I want that, want-want-want-ohhhhhh!” Peter can’t finish a coherent sentence, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Peter wants Tony. And Tony wants Peter.

“Wanna move in with me? Make me show you all the corners of the tower, fuck you dumb, take you in every position?” Peter nods and nods and nods. “Dumb slut, wanna be yours-“ “Good boy, good, good boy, oh fuck!” Tony exclaims. His movement is becoming more erratic; he’s losing his rhythm. “Wanna talk with you for hours and hours and cuddle and watch movies and ask you to help me with my studies and fuck- fuck- want you to fuck me-“ Peter pants. “Own me.” The fact that Peter thought of more than just sex for the two of them had Tony seeing stars. He’s right on the edge, but he doesn’t want to come before Peter does, so he ignores his own white-hot desire and moves his arm around Peter’s waist to grab his cock. The boy squeals at the sudden attention on his shaft. “Want that too, sweet Peter, want to teach you everything I know, want you to help me with my projects, teach you how to cook a meal, want to fuck you raw- want to make you come so hard you can’t walk for days-“ “Daddy, I’m so close!” Peter yelps, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching around Tony’s cock while the older man pumps him without remorse.

“I know you are, baby boy, it’s okay-“ Tony tenses up too and groans as he does everything he can to hold back his own orgasm. “So dirty, so beautiful, so hot, shit, Peter, you’re so fucking hot- Wanna come for daddy?” “Yes, yes please, wanna come so bad- daddy please-“ “Good boy, such a good boy for me, come, Peter, come for your daddy-“ Peter tips over the edge with a scream. White spurts of lust cover the hotel bed sheets and Tony’s hands and Peter clenches down on Tony’s dick, causing the older man to fill up his Peter with cum. They yell each other’s names in unison and it’s not long before Tony collapses on top of Peter. The student loses balance and lowers himself into his own stickiness on the sheets. But he doesn’t care, the afterglow of his orgasm still coursing through his veins.

They remain quiet for a bit, relishing in each other’s presence while Tony is still sheathed inside Peter. They both smile, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the skin of the other. After a short while, Peter finally speaks. “Did you mean it?” he whispers. Tony looks at him with his big brown eyes and sniffs once, before he grins. “What- the moving in?” Tony cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah.” “I did. I wanna take care of you, kid. For real.” Peter doesn’t reply straight away, which gives Tony the opportunity to ask his counter-question. “Did you mean it?” Peter looks down, nodding shyly. “I want to be just yours, Mr. Stark. If you’ll have me.” Tony smiles and presses a soft kiss on Peter’s forehead, twirling the boy’s hair between his fingers. “Oh, sweet Peter,” he coos. “I’ll have you any time.”

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taehee in america!!

— i can’t find a gif from one of their interviews :// also the events aren’t in sequence,,whatever i remember watching will appear here so if i missed something, u guys can tell me!!

okay so taehee’s like

different

like most of the tweets were ‘american air changed taehee’

like in korea she’s chill, semi-shy but still chaotic

but in america it’s that but x82848, minus the shy part it’s like gone now

and she’s more interactive with czennies so that’s probably why (*^_^*)

like in one of their interviews someone asked, “okay, so i have a question from tumblr...do you know tumblr”

“yes i know tumblr ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

and she loved doing rpd with them it’s so cute

she kept hyping them up and dancing in the sidelines

but when cherry bomb comes on

she was like: this is my song. must. dance.

and she was center for the nananananana part so it was p e r f e c t

when they did flinch she was paired with doyoung

james was trying to talk to them but they were mODELLING

let them do their work james

“oh i see how it is now”

her eyes flinched a bit when the fruit came out but they didn’t notice....hopefully

anyways youngtae won

speaking of interviews

awkward faces. disgusted faces. bored faces. fake smile faces.

‘oh shit did they just say that?’ faces.

“so how’s it like being the only girl in the group?”

in her head she’s like: stfu i didn’t go to america for this ಠ╭╮ಠ

but outside she’s like: hahahaha looks like i gotta answer this ∩^ω^∩ gotta pay rent u know?

the genius interview oh god markhee was a MESS

they kept pinching each other when they had to explain the s t e a m y parts of the song so johnny did it for them

in the end they just gave up on explaining so she said “you don’t have to take the lyrics word by word, line by line. you can take it however you want and the feelings aren’t just limited to a significant other. it’s just love between two people and that could be a friend, a partner-“

inside they’re like “good job, taehee. good job,” until she says

“-your mom.”

and when they were teaching cherry bomb she couldn’t keep her mouth shut

“okay so you spread your legs like this” - johnny

“that’s when you feel the air coming in” - mark

and when doyoung thought it couldn’t get any worse

“oh, really? i don’t” - taehee

and yuta, taeyong, johnny, and mark just try to hold their laughter

doyoung @ the rest: just smile and wave boys, smile and wave

also stayzens got crumbs of (han) jisung and taehee’s friendship when they were guessing the dance based on the silhouette

when the choreo for ‘get cool’ showed she immediately answered

“oH OH GET COOL STRAY KIDS”

she scared everyone with her excitement but that’s okay bc they got a point

“that was fast,” the host told her

*proudly* “yeah i’m friends with one of them”

taehee stans were served

she wore dresses to award shows bUT THERE WAS A TIME SHE WORE A SUIT

everyone died

she looked amazing hot spectacular show stopping

#miamiwithtaehee

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel ( ◠‿◠ ) so today we would be going toOoOoOo miAMIIIII *fake sound effects* um so like we’re going to buy some stuff for the beach coz like it’s really hot hahahaha but that’s because i’m here *slowly pulls shades down*”

“why do you talk like that”

“just let me be, mark. let me be.”

but she went back to taehee mode so it’s aight

“taeyong oppa broke his slippers and the sand’s really hot so i don’t know how he survives.”

“noona~”

“hAECHAN I DONT WANNA GET WEEEET”

she gets caught anyways

and hyuck drags her to the deep deep deep part

but she knows how to swim :>>

#athletic

she came back to shore to dry off,,,so she watched the surfers with jungwoo while the others are having fun

“waahh, that’s so cool. did you see that?”

“my dad taught me how to surf back in australia”

“really? :OO”

“yeah but that was when i was still younger. i think i forgot now.”

“woah” jungwoo’s amazed by this girl

OH MY GOD WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT 19 EMOTIONS

so when she was asked to do flirty

she got shy, that was the shyest moment of her life but you gotta do what you gotta do

*starts twirling a piece of hair on her finger* “hey,,,,” *winks*

then she starts playing with her hair more aggressively until she had to stop and fix her hair bc the manager told her to

producer: is that how you flirt?

taehee: i don’t flirt. *confidently* people flirt with me ;))).

johnny, off-screen: excuses! this is why we don’t let her out

her and johnny just kept giving commentary on poor mark it’s hilarious

*mark raises his eyebrow*

“you’re so flirty”

“damn, that eyebrow tho. i’m swayed.”

taehee kept eating ice cream

like everytime the camera pans to her she’s just eating ice cream

when they watched alicia key performing ‘if i ain’t got you’

she was star struck

markhee: Aw sHIT

when she rapped “knet knet talk talk” she blew up the whole bird app

she was feeling herself everytime they performed it was sexc

american air really is different

concerts omg don’t get me started

johnny started shaking his booty as a joke but then there’s taehee on the side of the stage lowkey twerking

you know how bp were feeling themselves during their cons?

well taehee is just like that and czennies wERE SO LOUD

her ‘baby don’t like it’ fit .....

it was different from the boys’ since she’s wearing like a dress like damn what if she sLIPPED

she was wearing a blindfold too

her performance is still flawless tho i mean it’s taehee come on

and when they performed ‘superhuman’

istg that markhee part everyone flipped

they were so close (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡

like i swear they could feel their breaths on each other’s faces

but it’s what the czennies want and you gotta give it to them even if the management said nO

#rebel

markhee stans were fed this season they kept hanging out with each other

they rode that horse carriage thing together

they ate donuts together

they shopped together

they messed up their korean and english at some point together

best friend goals

taehee was so excited for the dodgers game she was so adorable in the jersey

she was more than glad to be the first pitch and list off the names of the players to the members

jungwoo and hyuck trapped her so they could get on kiss cam

she was struggling

but that’s okay bc she still gets to see the dodgers play

brooklyn boys

the title’s still boys the producers are like whatever just name it brooklyn boys

after they ate they went shopping right

taehee was in the ‘don’t forget your tools’ team

taeyong mom johnny dad jungwoo child mark child taehee child

“i wanted to be the cousin!!”

“.....taehee child”

#markheebesties we love it

markhee separated from the group for a while to buy ingredients to make cocktails for the older members + staff

“you know how?”

“yeah, my dad taught me.”

“your dad is so cool.”

“i know right- *immediately* mom, i still love youuu <3333”

“we’re both minors and we’re the ones getting alcohol”

“mark, we’re in america. we’re not minors anymore.”

but later on they don’t drink alcohol to respect their korean culture :>>

when jungwoo wanted to get the pie thingy and taeyong won’t let him it was comical

mark’s like that youngest good kid

jungwoo’s like the middle kid who wanted to bUY SOMETHING BUT THEY WONT LET HIM

and taehee’s the eldest bad influence kid

*whispering* “just hide it. yeah, hide it in there. then just put it out when they’re paying for it*

mark’s just laughing off cam they were so serious

anyways they’re cooking and taehee made the guac :p

she kept on laughing at markwoo it’s cute

but she kept on eating the other group’s pasta

“hey! why do you keep eating our food?”

“diversity.”

they complimented her on her guac since she doesn’t cook that much

but she’s a great cook she learned from taeyong!!! and her dad

when they were playing beer pong the maknae line was sOOO HYPED

“LIKE A WHAT?” “LIKE A LIGHT”

“LIKE A WHAT” “LIKE A LIGHT”

and hyuck’s just looking at them weirdly like wtf hahaha markhee tingz i guess

she acted like a ring girl every time they switch to the next round

“wAIT LET ME WALK” *catwalks from side a to side b*

while they were karaoke-ing she made the cocktails and mark watched her

she kept doing tricks with the cups to make mark laugh

she let the staff taste it and they were amazed she’s such an angel i swear

“this one’s for you!!!!”

“is it good?”

“oh i should add more of this? okay, hold on”

and then the older hyungs came and were amazed

doyoung doesn’t even drink but she managed to get him to have a taste

when they were all going to sleep, she chose the bed at the very end

she used mark’s arm as a pillow

they all kinda...didn’t shower...

jk they still smell great ig

“mark you stink”

“shut up”

and then they fell asleep but the others caught them

“mark and taehee are asleep”

“really?” *laughs*

“i’m not asleep i’m just closing my eyes”

“okay but taehee’s already snoring”

*sleepily* “i DONT SNORE!!!”

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When Carlos got to the studio that day, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Rehearsals for Beauty and the Beast had been particularly rough, especially today. With Nini gone, it left Ricky and Kourtney moping and noncompliant. Meanwhile, Gina was still around and staying at Ashlyn’s house, but she had become distant without her mom around. Not to mention that even after High School Musical, it was clear there was still some divide between him and the cast. It was hard to get their attention, and if Miss Jenn wasn’t around to supervise choreography rehearsals, they hardly listened to him anyway. He had been hoping after the success of their fall show that his position even as an underclassman would have earned him some respect when it came to the show, but shortly after rehearsals for their spring musical, he was crushed with the reality that everything was exactly the same.

Realistically, Carlos knew he could do something about it. He could talk to Miss Jenn and ask her to be there more often, as when she was around, it was easier to get things done. He could talk to his classmates outside of class and try and hint at them that he needed just a little more support when it came to his choreography.

Or he could just stand up for himself like a normal person.

Somehow, though, Carlos couldn’t find the courage in him to do that yet. After the forest of boys incident from their fall show, it was going to be a little while before he was ready to stand up for himself like that. The way the entire room turned on him over in a matter of minutes was not something he was looking to experience again.

At least there was Seb. His wonderful, innocently kind boyfriend who always offered to let Carlos vent to him about how he wasn’t taken seriously by the cast. Seb was doing his best to stand up for Carlos as well considering people seemed to listen to him more often. Unfortunately, as much as Carlos appreciates his efforts, it seems as if the rest of the cast isn’t too interested in changing their dynamic anytime soon.

Rehearsal had ended early once again after Miss Jenn had to duck out early for some other emergency, and everyone else seemed to take it as a sign that they could stop too. While he understood the stress of what was going on right now: Nini not being around, prom, SATs, and other standardized testing, as well as the everyday stress of a high school student, it hurt to see everyone not always putting in the same amount of effort that he was. In the end, Carlos knew they would pull it together, that the cast would tighten back up the faster that opening night approached, but did it have to involve him suffering through the slow stages all alone for them to get to that point?

At least for now he could let go of his day and just dance. It always worked well as a creative outlet to be able to just drop his bag (as well as all of his figurative baggage) and forget himself for an hour and half class. He had to adjust his schedule so he wasn’t overwhelmed with dance classes, homework, and rehearsals all in one night. The nights he was able to make classes, though, it was practically therapy.

It was nice to not be in charge for a little while. He loved choreographing, of course, otherwise, he never would have stuck with the show, but that love stemmed from his love for dance as a whole. His entire dance career could be traced back to this studio.

Once the class ends, Carlos takes a little extra time to pack up. His class was the last of the night, meaning that the room would clear out. Luckily, he had an understanding with his incredible dance teacher, who would immediately understand that he wanted to rehearse alone for a while and leave him to his own devices.

Once the room is empty, Carlos steps to the middle of the room, taking a deep breath. He rolls back his shoulders, plugging his favorite playlist into his earbuds, and just lets himself move.

Some of the songs are musical theatre, others are just pop songs from the past few years that he’s never gotten enough of. Either way, it feels good. Nothing he has to teach, nothing he has to create to set a scene, just dance. He finishes out the last of the song with a messy turn and his arms in the air like a gymnast. It’s nothing he would ever do on stage, but it’s fun, which he can only get so much of right now.

“Is that a new routine? I don’t think I’ve seen that one yet,” a voice comes from the doorway, and Carlos turns to see his boyfriend leaning against one of the bars, two paper to-go cups in hand. “If that’s something for the show, I hope it’s for Gina because I don’t know if any of us are capable of that.”

Carlos grins, going to pick up his glasses which he left in his bag before walking over to Seb. He gestures to the cups he’s holding, and Seb holds one out.

“Hot chocolate,” he smiles softly. “Even professional dancers like you deserve a treat.”

“I’m far from professional,” Carlos tells him, but he takes the cup gratefully. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

“Georgie and I were picking up some stuff for the farm, and I knew you have dance on Tuesdays. Decided it was worth the risk to see if you were here.”

Carlos raises an eyebrow before taking a sip from the cup. “I guess you got lucky, then.”

Seb inches closer, and Carlos reaches behind him to put the cup on the shelf. Once he does, he lets his arm fall onto his boyfriend's shoulder. “Wanna learn a dance?”

“Still up to teach choreography after today?” Seb tilts his head, and Carlos rolls his eyes back at the reminder of rehearsal.

“Dancing with you is different than dancing with them,” he points out vaguely, not missing the way Seb’s smile twists upwards like he can’t help it.

“Well, you have maybe five minutes before Georgie comes to kidnap me back.”

“That’s all I need,” Carlos says, before dropping his hand to take Seb’s, pulling his boyfriend to the center of the dance studio floor. He clicks off his previous playlist, scrolling through the car playlist they had made with Georgie until he found a song. His eyes catch a song, and he presses play.

Seb laughs as “Can I Have This Dance” from High School Musical 3 plays. “Not tired of High School Musical yet, either, huh?”

“Not yet,” he says, then pulls Seb close to him.

They both know enough of the original choreo from the movie that they’re not completely tripping over each other, although it’s definitely not as swift as the original. It does remind Carlos of their pre-school dance rehearsals together and their night at homecoming. That’s another thing dance has done for him: brought him closer to one of the most important people in his life.

And then again, maybe he spoke too soon because a moment later Seb’s foot catches on his ankle, and they both fall to the ground.

“So maybe five minutes isn’t enough time to learn a dance,” Seb says, rolling off of Carlos and standing up, offering a hand out to him.

He accepts it gratefully. “Still easier than trying to teach Ricky.”

Seb doesn’t let go of his hand, instead pulling him into a hug. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to Carlos. “You’ve got this, you know that right? Your choreography is genius and if Ricky or anyone else can’t recognize that then they clearly don’t know what’s best for the show.”

Ignoring the heat traveling up his neck, Carlos just smiles. “I don’t know… personally I think the best part is our very own Lumiere.”

Seb pulls away, rolling his eyes as he grabs Carlos’s hand. “Shush. And get your stuff. I’ll get Georgie to drive you home.”

#seblos #seb matthew smith #carlos rodriguez #hsmtmts #high school musical the muiscal the series #my writing #snippets

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bts-story · 4 years

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could you make a jungkook one shot of him and y/n have been dating for years, but jk was very clueless that yn dances because she keeps making up excuses or lies that she doesn't know how to dance due to shyness until he caught her cooly dancing (to one of their choreos or contributing dance steps to their choreographer) in their practice room while bts were supposed to be having a break in their lobby or something ☺️

Lies, Lies, Lies — Jungkook

As Immanuel Kant puts it, “Lying is always morally wrong”.

He argued that all persons are born with an "intrinsic worth" that he called human dignity. This dignity derives from the fact that humans are uniquely rational agents, capable of freely making their own decisions, setting their own goals, and guiding their conduct by reason. To be human, said Kant, is to have the rational power of free choice; to be ethical, he continued, is to respect that power in oneself and others.

Lies are morally wrong, then, for two reasons. First, lying corrupts the most important quality of my being human: my ability to make free, rational choices. Each lie I tell contradicts the part of me that gives me moral worth. Second, my lies rob others of their freedom to choose rationally. When my lie leads people to decide other than they would had they known the truth, I have harmed their human dignity and autonomy. Kant believed that to value ourselves and others as ends instead of means, we have perfect duties no exceptions) to avoid damaging, interfering with, or misusing the ability to make free decisions; in other words - no lying.

But this, is not a philosophy class. Actually, she never even had really good grades in highschool and anything in connection with Aristotle or Nietzsche always had her head to hurt more than necessary. So what Immanuel Kant says about lying isn’t really important. What does a dead man still have to say on the matter?

Moreover, this lie won’t ever interfere with the wild laws of the universe like the wings of a butterfly which might cause an earthquake on the other side of the world. Life isn’t a theory, life is not a question to find answers to. There’s only living and death. And making up a couple of lies along the way can’t possibly affect the cause or the good will of the universe.

“No, no, I don’t dance, go ahead, I’ll watch you,” she had said the first time around. When the music loud of the nightclub was literally causing the walls to shake. She had a cocktail drink in her right hand, and Jungkook’s hand on the other, the latter begging her to join him on the dance floor.

“Come on, I wanna dance with you,” he argued, pouting his lips in the cutest way possible. It’s a grimace, more than anything else, but usually it’s hard to resist. But she does, she shakes her head, shoos him away and Jungkook found himself coming back a while later with two new drinks in his hand for he refused to dance with anyone who wasn’t his girlfriend.

It shouldn’t have been more than that. Just a small lie slid in the middle of the conversation. It had been only three weeks since they dated, and she wasn’t comfortable enough yet to dance in front of a rising superstar. However, she got caught up.

Caught up in her own lie. What’s the deal in telling the truth at some point, but to deceive the person learning they were fooled all along? So, she stayed put. Avoiding, dodging, escaping anytime someone just as mentioned dancing.

Because the truth is, she candance. Well, she can handle herself. She manages to align a few moves after another. It’s not exactly perfect or completely fluid, but she knows she’s alright. The dance classes she took back when she was a teenager stuck with her for many years.

“You’re so drunk,” Jungkook had said another time, a few days before their first-year anniversary. They were at some friends’ house, loud music and a little too much booze to walk straight. But she was there, dancing. Though, completely off-beat, singing off-key. Her hands came to reach above her head, hips swaying left to right but nothing graceful about it.

“You’re so drunk,” she responded with a giggle, frowning her eyebrows and the mix made Jungkook smile. Still, she tripped over her own feet, almost falling until Jungkook’s hand came to circle around her hips, steadying her. Her heels crashed hard on the floor, dress flying around delicately and even drunk, even with dilated pupils and dancing like a wild octopus, Jungkook thought about how much he loved that girl.

Nevertheless, lying is always morally wrong.

So why can’t she admit the truth? It’s not like she kissed another guy or made up excuses to hide the fact that she has a twin sister or anything quite big like this. She can dance. That’s all.

There was this one time, when Jungkook too, found himself stuttering and tripping on his own words because he had brought those very expensive pair of earrings for her birthday and the boy can’t possibly lie. He’d tell anyone about how his cheeks turns red instantly, or how hot he’s feeling when even the weather was too cool to confront. But it was for a good cause. A good cause he admitted just after the bewildered look on her faded away and the earrings cupping her face made her look chic and sophisticated.

“Did you ever lie to me?” she dared to ask, one day. When she could hear Jungkook’s heart pumping hard against his ribcage, his hands in her hair and fingertips brushing ever so lightly against the nape of her naked thigh.

Jungkook thought for a moment, lips parting open in question and frowned brows as he asked himself where did this question come from. “No,” he simply answered, brushing his lips against the top of her head, “Well, apart from that time I said I had rehearsal just so I could buy you the earrings.”

It made her stomach twirl. Not in a good way. It made her skin hotter and goose-bumps to run along her skin. She nudged further in Jungkook’s embrace and they never spoke about anything concerning lies ever again.

At this point in life, Kant would probably try to rationalize his subject. Try to instruct the laws of ethics and brag about how much relief one can feel when the truth is finally out in the open. When the lies had been lifted and all the confusion and frights have gone away. Kant would suggest how disappointed the person lied to must be feeling, about their forgotten dignity.

But the loud music coming from the dance studio had Jungkook’s head to tilt to the side, wondering if the dance teacher forgot to turn it down when they exited the room just moments before. He can recognise the upbeat melody of their latest hit, the next comeback due in less than three weeks.

When Jungkook creeped behind the door, he was sure his eyes were deceiving him. There, in the middle of studio, his own girlfriend. Dancing, twirling, swaying hips. Arms, legs, pelvis and head following all directions. It’s graceful, fluid and Jungkook wonders how come he has never been aware that his girlfriend candance.

She’s concentrated, looking in the mirror and she’s totally and absolutely unaware of the intruder. Jungkook leans against the wall, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips because, she knows the routine of this dance most perfectly. Well, until she stops.

Until she can’t remember what comes after the swing of the left leg and the half-turn to the right. She exhales, Jungkook can see in the mirror though he can’t hear over the loud music. But then, their eyes meet.

In the reflection of the large mirror covering the wall, two pair of eyes cross eachother and suddenly time stop. “You can dance.”

A soft chuckle escapes her lips, but it sounded more like a nervous giggle. The music stops, and suddenly, she finds herself at a loss for words. She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do and for a moment, she’s afraid Jungkook might get angry at her for lying for so many years.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She scratched the back of her head, trying to gain her breath again. But she shrugged her shoulders, unable to support Jungkook’s gaze when she turned around to face him.

Lies are vile and evil, Kant would say. He would picture a situation just like this one, when the lied to finds out the truth and the liar is unable to find a proper explanation. Because there is no good explanation. There is only confusion and proper betrayal. At the moment the truth bursts out, something breaks. Trust becomes a long-forgotten memory. It becomes hard for the person lied to, to trust the liar ever again because, if they lied one time, what refrains them to lie again?

Lies are vile and evil, Kant would say. And he’d be right. No matter the importance of the lie, big ones, littles ones, important or unimportant. Lies are lies, and nothing or no one can change the fact that lying is always morally wrong.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

There is no explanation but a bad one.

But Jungkook has a heart of gold. Probably made by the good Gods up above. Because Jungkook couldn’t give a damn about what Kant has to say on the matter. He understands.

Jungkook understands compassion and scare, he understands the confusion about admitting something about yourself. He understands honesty and loyalty. But more importantly, he understands empathy.

Empathy is the capacity to understand or feel what another person is experiencing from within their frame or reference. That is, the capacity to place oneself in another’s position. And ever since a young age, Jungkook had learn the quirks and cons of being empathetic.

But now, right about now, he thanks the heavens for blessing him with such aptitude.

He isn’t mad, far from that. Actually, Jungkook is glad. He is glad because it means now, that he has a partner he can dance with. It’s all he ever wanted, to share something he loves with the person he loves.

Kant says lying is always morally wrong. It might be true.

But what’s truer, is empathy will always rule over.

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Did I turn into a freaking philosopher over night?

- Nageoire

#bts scenario #jungkook scenario #jeongguk scenario #jungkook #jeongguk #bts #one shot #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #jeongguk imagine

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Act Natural | 6

part one • part two • part three • part four • part five • part six • part seven

You didn’t exactly plan on dating someone you work for. But, now that it is happening, all you can do is keep it between the two of you – no matter how hard that ends up being.

≽ pairing: namjoon x reader ≽ genre: secret relationship au, fluff, some angst I GUESS ≽ warnings: none ≽ word count: 3k

a/n: hewwooo, I hope you’re doing well!♥♥♥ I’ve just been screeching over tae’s new song so fjksddfjkl ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy this fic!! It’s already the second to last part, time flies :’)

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“You told her?” Namjoon repeats with wide eyes, parted lips. His words are loud, louder than you expected – your gaze flickers to Seokjin and Yoongi walking just in front of you, your other colleagues making their way down the narrow corridor alongside you. There’s too much noise for them to be able to hear his words, however, and you’re relieved to be heading closer and closer to the loud, booming music that’s playing on the stage you’re approaching – it sure would’ve been incredibly interesting if they heard your conversation. “Voluntarily?”

You heave a sigh, running a hand through your hair as you fix your eyes ahead of you, trying not to look too nervous. “I did,” you reply, briefly lifting your eyes to his. He’s fumbling with the sleeves of his jacket, pulling them straight before dropping his hands down to his sides, then doing it again. “But she’s known since last night and she hasn’t let anything on,” you add in a whisper, eyes flickering to a security guard who is walking particularly close to you – she seems to be busy with other things.

“How do we know she won’t slip up in the future, though?” he insists, shaking his head. You look up at him once more, noticing the faint outlines of his under-eye bags underneath his makeup. The corners of his lips are turned down, he’s frowning, his shoulders are slumping – he’s just as tired as you are.

But you know asking about it won’t help, especially not minutes before a performance. The both of you can only take solace in the fact that today is the last day of this damn work trip.

“We don’t,” you simply reply instead, shaking your head. You turn a corner and end up in the wings of the music show’s stage. It’s dark and you have to blink to adjust to the low lighting, though you don’t lose sight of Namjoon. “But I trust her.”

He heaves a sigh as he comes to a stop, turning to let you pat a last layer of powder on his face even though you already did that back in the dressing room. His eyes are averted, focused on something behind you, and his eyebrows furrowed, his lips sealed – you know he’s just thinking, but you still feel the need to explain yourself. To tell him why you’re taking this risk.

“I just –” You pause to let out a sigh, unsure if your words will reassure him at this point. “Haven’t you talked about it with Yoongi? Or Jimin, or Hoseok?”

His eyes flicker back to you and he tilts his head, his frown deepening. “Sometimes,” he replies slowly, blinking at you. A loud bass starts to boom in your ears and he has to raise his voice to make himself heard – at least you can be assured that the noise makes it impossible for his words to travel much further than two steps. “But I don’t see how that has anything to do with –”

“It feels nice, right?” you interject, your sponge patting his cheek one too many times. You keep your eyes on it nevertheless, eyebrows furrowed subtly, hoping anyone else would assume it’s simply a concentrated frown. “Talking about it with your friends? With people other than me?”

Namjoon hesitates for a second, blinking at you. You tear your eyes away from the sponge to look up at him instead, chewing on your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond.

Finally, he slowly nods – he still looks wary, his subtle frown looking almost curious.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek and let a sigh escape your lips, tilting your head. “I didn’t– I couldn’t have that with anyone.”

His confusion melts away almost instantly, his frown softening. Someone brushes past you, accidentally elbowing you in the side, but you quickly regain your balance, lowering the sponge to simply fiddle with it. “And don’t get me wrong, I love talking to you and spending time with you and all that, but… it was really getting difficult, not to be able to freely talk about us with her,” you add with a soft sigh, looking back up at him. “It felt kinda lonely sometimes.”

He sighs, nodding slowly as you lower your eyes once more. “Sorry, I should’ve known,” he mutters. The music cuts out, there’s loud cheering that follows. Someone shouts a vague sentence from a few feet away – they’re almost up.

“It’s fine,” you reply, lifting your head to send him a smile. A staff member comes up behind him to check his mic and you clear your throat, taking a step back.

“I’ll make it up to you when we’re back home.” His hand moves up to reach out – his eyes flicker to the staff member still messing with his microphone and he changes his mind, scratching the back of his neck instead. “And I really am sorry,” he adds, sending you a small, hopeful smile.

You return the sentiment, nodding at him rather than shouting the reply. His smile widens nevertheless and he soon lets himself be ushered off, joining the others to take his position on the stage. You step back to free up the path for the background dancers, and you look down at your feet as you let out a slow breath – it might not have been the best moment ever to break the news to him, but you’re glad you’ve gotten it over with.

“How did he take it?”

Your head jolts up once more and you look aside to see Yari come to a stop next to you, leaning against the wall behind you. “Pretty well, I guess,” you reply, heaving a sigh as a deep bass starts to drum through you, the members’ voices ringing in your ears, the audience’s screams almost deafening.

You both ignore it, however, and Yari simply beams at you. “That’s great, right?”

A smile curls at your lips and you nod – her cheerfulness is contagious. “Yeah, so get ready for me to kick you out of the apartment in the middle of the night,” you shoot back, raising an eyebrow at her

She scoffs, elbowing you in the side. “I’m not gonna go on a midnight walk just because you wanna do it at our place,” she shoots back, smirking at you. You purse your lips, laughing into your hand as you elbow her side, feeling your cheeks flush. “Don’t worry, I’ll just cover my ears.”

You’d think that you’d want to get some sleep after a work trip like the one you had. You’d think, indeed. But only a day later, Namjoon texts you out of your apartment for a ‘surprise date’ and you somehow end up walking around in your sweats in the outskirts of the city in the middle of the night. Yes, you have work again in the morning, and yes, you are both wasting precious hours of sleep, but you were still awake anyway. Might as well make the most of it.

Gravel crunches underneath your sneakers as you slowly walk through a deserted park, stretching your legs after sitting in the back row of an empty movie theatre for almost two hours. The tree branches intertwine up above you to form a canopy of leaves, letting through only small stripes of moonlight here and there. Nevertheless, the street lanterns that line the path illuminate your surroundings just enough so you don’t trip over anything.

“So then I just kind of hit my head on the keyboard and came up with the melody that way,” Namjoon finishes, bright chuckles spilling from his lips.

You’re covering your mouth with the milkshake in your hand as you laugh, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth as you walk. “See, that’s how you know you’re a real pro,” you say, barely holding back more laughter as you sip through the straw. “Once you make a song through that method, you can just pretty much do anything.”

Namjoon laughs, eyes flickering up to the leaves above your head, to the stars visible in the gaps between them. “If only.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, taking another sip of milkshake. “You sound like you’re at your wits’ end,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

He laughs and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. “What, you wouldn’t want to be able to do everything?”

With a grin, you shrug. “Of course I would,” you reply, swishing your milkshake around in your cup as he takes a sip from his own drink. “I’d learn all the languages in the world and do fun things and get all the sleep I wanted, and spend way more time with you, all the while keeping up with this job.”

He chuckles, falling silent for a moment. A lone car drives past the trees that line the outside of the park, its engine fading away as quickly as it started. “Yeah, sounds pretty cool,” he says softly, his grip around your hand growing just a little tighter.

“So what would you do?” you ask, glancing up at him as you turn around a bend and the exit of the park comes into sight. The streets beyond it are already visible and you have to suppress a disappointed sigh, realising it’s almost time to go home.

He looks aside at you and grins. “Well, first thing would be to be your boyfriend anywhere I like,” he starts, tilting his head at you. Moonlight breaks through the canopy of leaves up above you and shimmers in his eyes – you let out a short breath, feeling your heart skip a beat and a smile teasing over your lips. “And secondly, it would be to just know the whole choreo after one run-through.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Way too obvious,” you decide. “Everyone would figure out your secret like that,” you add, raising your hand to snap your fingers and realising you’re holding a cup, so you simply take a sip to mask it.

“Who says I’d keep it a secret?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow at you as he takes the straw of his drink between his lips and sucks it.

With a laugh, you shrug, continuing to put one foot in front of the other and making the gravel underneath your soles crunch. “Yeah, I guess it’s better to just get it out right away. We’re not the best at keeping secrets in any case, so…”

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I’m –” he starts, though he quickly interrupts himself and hums thoughtfully, taking another sip of his milkshake. “Right, I guess so,” he says after a moment of silence, though he’s smiling as he speaks. “At least we’re bad at keeping secrets together.”

You can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles in your throat as you exit the park, leaving the peace and quiet behind to walk over to your car. “No comment,” you simply tell him, at which he snorts.

“Hmmm, of course,” he says, loudly slurping the last of his milkshake out of his cup and making you laugh once more.

You come to a reluctant stop at your car, letting go of Namjoon’s hand to dig your car keys out of your pocket. You stare down at them as your fingers start to fidget – you’d rather put them right back into your pocket, grab Namjoon’s hand and pull him back into the park for another walk, though you know you’re already way past the time you said you’d go home and –

“You know, if I could do anything,” Namjoon starts softly, making you jolt out of your thoughts as he takes a step closer. Your head snaps up to look at him – your nose almost brushes his chin, your eyes wide in surprise. “I’d make this night last a lot longer,” he adds, smiling at you as he gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

His eyes are still twinkling even in these dull yellow street lanterns, and you can help but smile back. “Yeah, me too,” you reply through a sigh, standing up on your tiptoes to kiss him, just briefly – but even so, you relax into it, his warm touch doing more than enough to melt your tension away. “But on that note,” you mutter as you pull away, eyes fluttering back open. Namjoon’s eyes are still closed and he’s smiling – your heart leaps at the sight and almost pull him back in for another kiss. “Let’s go the hell home.”

He hums, leaning back in to capture your lips with his himself. His embrace is warm, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you run your fingers through his hair. You melt into him so easily – it feels as natural and warm and comfortable as crawling into bed after a long day. His nose brushes your cheek, his eyelashes tickle your skin, and you ignore the sound of another car driving past in the background, simply tightening your arms around him, your grip tightening around your car keys–

Your car beeps loudly and you jolt apart, wincing at the sudden interruption – you’ve accidentally pressed the button on your keys to unlock it. Letting out a sigh, you lean back against your car and purse your lips, a small smile breaking out. “We should really go home,” you say softly as you look up at him, your cheeks flushing.

He chuckles, nodding just before he presses another kiss to your cheek. “Yeah.”

You’re grinning as he walks around the car, slipping into the passenger’s seat as you sit down behind the wheel, the both of you buckling your seatbelts in silence. With a sigh, Namjoon leans back while you start the car, and you see his eyes fluttering closed as you drive out of your parking spot.

“Told you we should’ve waited a week first,” you mutter with a pout, focusing your gaze on the road ahead, on trying to keep your eyes open as you navigate the city streets.

“No, no, I’m just… resting my eyes,” he replies, smiling as he lets out a slow breath. “They’re exhausted from looking at your beauty all night.”

You snort loudly. “Wow, smooth,” you remark through a laugh, looking left and right before you drive across an intersection. “What corner of the internet did you get that from?”

He keeps his eyes closed as his head lolls to the side, though the smile teased over his lips remains. “Came up with it all by myself,” he replies, eyes fluttering open so he can look at you with that adorable lazy grin on his face – though his face quickly lights up and he digs into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “I should write that down, actually.”

You laugh, turning a corner and already seeing Namjoon’s tall apartment building looming up ahead. “I’m glad you can still get inspired with all this sleep deprivation going on.”

He grins at you, looking up at you from underneath his eyelashes. “Half my work happens while sleep-deprived, babe,” he replies, focusing on his phone as he types. “It’s really a wonderful thing.”

With a snort, you look into your mirrors before pulling over, just a block away from the entrance to his building. “Yeah, sounds absolutely wonderful,” you remark sarcastically, turning the key in the ignition to switch off the engine – and the car falls silent. “Now get the hell to bed before you get too sleep-deprived to do anything,” you add, reaching out to poke his dimple.

He laughs, slipping his phone into his pocket – but he doesn’t make a move to get out of the car. Instead, his smile slowly widens and he sits up – “Hey, I have an idea.”

You raise your eyebrows, trying to scan his face in an attempt to predict how bad this idea actually is. “Why do I feel like this is one of those ideas we shouldn’t even be talking about?” you reply slowly, though you can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Because it’s risky and fun,” he replies, leaning just a tiny bit closer. You nod slowly, narrowing your eyes as you wait for him to continue. “I’ll sneak you up there so we can make this night a little longer.”

Oh god. You breathe out a laugh and start to shake your head, though he’s quick to lean forward and press a kiss to your cheek. You let out a sigh, subconsciously leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter closed – he knows exactly how to tempt you. And you’re much too weak to resist any of it this late at night.

“We’re already here anyway,” he adds when you still don’t respond, and you laugh once more. He kind of has a point. Maybe. You’d make the counter-offer to go back to your place instead, but you wouldn’t want to wake up Yari, and you’re sure people would get suspicious if Namjoon stayed away all night. “We’ve done it before, everyone is already asleep anyway…”

Letting out a slow breath, you look down at your hands. “I need sleep, Joon,” you reply slowly, glancing up at him and shaking your head once more. “I don’t want to accidentally poke you in the eye because I’m too sleepy tomorrow.”

“We’ll make sure you get back home on time, Cinderella,” he mutters, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Promise.”

You chuckle, squeezing your eyes shut. This is a mistake, such a big mistake. Just because it’s gone right the three times you’ve done this, doesn’t mean it’s not a big fucking mistake.

“Alright,” you relent nevertheless, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your smile at bay. “But I’m not leaving my shoes at the door like last time.”

The only problem you don’t quite remember, though, is that despite all the plans you can come up with to get you back out of the apartment and home, it’s really quite easy to fall asleep in Namjoon’s arms – even if you’re at his place, in his bedroom, with an unlockable door.

Even if it really would’ve been so much safer to go back to your place instead.

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95liners3rdmember · 5 years

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Worth It

Chapter Three: Monday Morning

Word Count: 4052

Chapter Two: Saying Thank You

Today’s been a day already and I haven’t even made it into work yet…

I woke up to my grandmother calling bright and early at 5 am. My heart and soul needed to talk to her as she calmed me of my nerves about today. She reassured me that all of my hard work wasn’t going to go to waste. I may have shed a few tears after ending our call but I was wide awake and energized.

Then as I was getting ready to leave my apartment, my sisters call me as they left school. Nat and Nikole were dropping hints about how they wanted to come and visit me while they were on break. Which isn’t a bad idea but I’ll have to figure out a good time so they aren’t just sitting around my apartment. But there’s no way I can take a week off just a month after starting. It will most likely be during the holidays so I can spend a little time with them.

But I think the thing that threw me off the most was Namjoon waiting for me in the lobby with a hot coffee in hand. He had a cocky smile on his lips as he took in my wardrobe choice. Thankfully yesterday I went by the company to drop off a bag full of spare clothes because there’s no way I can dance in my current outfit. As he handed me my cup, the other’s pass us sluggishly to the waiting vans.

“Can I ride in with you?” Namjoon gave me his signature smile and the next thing I know we are in my car sitting in morning traffic.

My fingers tap anxiously against the steering wheel, I really can’t be late on my first day. Namjoon chuckles before turning down the radio.

“Calm down, you have almost 45 minutes before you’re supposed to be in the office. Worst case just call in and tell them that we’re stuck in traffic.”

He’s surprisingly calm and I feel somewhat better but I just want to get into the office already. Yesterday I was supposed to relax and take an off day but I was too full of energy and I was already given approval to come in, so I went and organized my office. I also went through a few run throughs of each song that way I wasn’t rusty before teaching the group. The last thing I wanted was to look unprofessional in front of them.

“Looks like the traffic is letting up here, after that we should have no problem getting there.”

Namjoon scrolls through the map on his phone and my body relaxes in the seat as we pass by the backed up exit. Just as he said, the road clears out and we’re at the company sooner than I thought. Smiling at him, I pull in and park. My stomach feels like it’s doing back flips and spins as I look at the large building. This is it. It’s finally my first official day as a BigHit employee.

“I guess I’ll see you in an hour. Hoseok has the disk with the detailed moves on it.”

“See you then! Have fun.”

We both exited the car, my bag tucked tightly under my arm as I read through a last minute email and sip my coffee. Looks like the schedule changed just a little, scanning our badges we enter the lobby and both go our separate ways.

My heart starts to pound in my chest as I stand in front of the large frosted glass door. Taking in a deep breath, I pull the handle back and I’m greeted by a room full of staff. Bowing politely I take a seat in the vacant chair. There’s a large packet in front of everyone and I can’t help but quirk an eyebrow as I sit and read through it.

It’s going to take me a little longer to get through this, yes I’ve been studying for years but I’m still slow on reading Korean. Reaching into my beg I pull out a small notebook and a pen so I can start making notes.

“Good morning everyone. Today we will be going over the details of the next tour and upcoming award shows. Also, I want everyone to welcome Ms. y/l/n. She will be taking over the dance and choreography department.”

There’s a small, quick round of applause which makes my heart flutter.

“Thank you everyone. I can’t wait to get started!”

As each of the directors goes over their roles and the upcoming events my head starts to spin. There’s so much I need to get done in such a short amount of time. The tour is starting after the new year and the award shows want the group to perform and I need to make a few new opening moves for each. It shouldn’t be too hard but it’s going to require a few all nighters.

Under the table I feel my phone vibrate in my bag, it’s not too loud since all of the stylists are talking about who to partner with and what the concept will be for the tour. I look around and notice that everyone else has their phones on the table so I guess it will be okay for me to have mine. Bending down I fish out my phone and see that it’s the group chat Taehyung added me to.

J-Hope: Jungkookie and V are getting impatient for you to get here.

Kookie: Hurry up Noona! I wanna dance.

Locking my phone, I smile and look back up at the presentation board where tour locations and stage options are being shown. From what it looks like the next tour is going to be amazing.

“Ms. y/l/n would you mind sharing what you’ve made so far?” Nodding, I make my way up to the front with a copy of the disk I made. Passing it over, I feel my palms start to get sweating and my throat feels tight.

“These are the main songs that will be performed and recorded for music videos. I didn’t get to make these with the members so there will have to be some changes made. Also, I’m going to let them decide the style for their solos.”

Around the room other staff nod as their eyes are glued to the screen. Nervously I fiddle with the ring on my finger as the videos come to an end. I let them keep the copy since I have the original saved on my laptop and another copy.

I’ve never been one for giving presentations or public speaking. Dancing has always been my way of expression. So as of right now I want to crawl into a hole and disappear. I can’t gauge everyone’s reactions as the videos end. They probably wish that the old choreographer was still here.

As the videos end I’m waiting for the room to stay completely silent.

But once again I’m proven wrong.

The stylists are all smiling and whispering energetically about how this is going to be one of the best sets ever. Or how well I’ve incorporated their style.

Smiling I walk back to my seat with a little more pep in my step. Today just might turn out to be a better day than I thought.

For the millionth time,it feels like, I tighten the band of my ponytail that sticks through the ball cap. I silently scold myself as I suck in a deep breath as a sigh over takes my body, I shouldn’t have stayed so late at the studio last night touching up the dances. During the meeting I didn’t feel too stiff or sore but now that I rushed to change and get to the practice room on time I feel each and every muscle tense up.

Walking through the doorway of the large practice room I see the boys all goofing around with their previous dances. All laughing and having a good time relaxing. It makes me want to go slightly easier on them but I know that’s not why I was hired. Sucking in another deep breath I clear my throat to make my presence known.

“You guys ready?” I ask loudly as I make my over to them. As I scan over them I feel slightly underdressed and overdressed at the same time. They each have their own style even in the practice room.

“We watched it over a few times and followed along for the most part.” Nodding at Hoseok’s statement, I can see that Jin and Namjoon are a little apprehensive about it. I knew that it would be harder for them, that’s why I’m going to spend more time with them individually throughout the week. I have no doubt that Hoseok will help me as well.

“I’m going to line you up and then go through the first few moves. Sound good?”

Time seems to go by quicker than I thought and before I know it their managers and other staff are carrying in bags full of food for lunch. Some of the boys have dropped onto the ground and are working on catching their breathing. I can’t say I didn’t work them hard, we were able to make it through one full run through before calling it a day. Sure it wasn’t perfect by any means, that’s going to take some time, but at least they are memorizing the choreo.

“Food…” Jin groans out as he makes his way over to the table and throws himself into the rolling chair. It spins slightly which causes him to bump and shake the whole table. Some of the staff check to see if he hurt himself while Jungkook tries not to laugh at his accident.

“You all did great today. I have no doubt that you’ll have this one down quick.” I huff out between breaths. My legs are killing me from doing so many one on one run throughs of parts. I forgot how sore I was after making these routines, I may just have to soak in an ice bath later.

I get a few smiles and a few nods in agreement as they move over to join Jin at the table, but there’s one person missing. Jimin rewinds the video and rewatches from the beginning. He stands in place and tries to go along step by step. I can see a glint in his eyes that I know all too well...snatching my hat off I move over to him with a slight frown.

“Jimin, you need to eat. We can worry about polishing the moves up the rest of the week.” His eyes cut over to me and I can see the annoyance. He doesn’t want me to interrupt his personal time, honestly I’m the same exact way when there’s a new choreo to make or a new routine to learn. But right now he needs to take care of himself.

“I’m fine.” There’s a slight edge to his voice and I don’t want to push him too far. Sighing, I turn my head towards the others who are trying to watch secretly but failing terribly. Namjoon just nods his head in a way that tells me it’s not worth arguing about.

“If you want to work on it tonight we can but right now you really do need to sit down and take a break. You’ll run yourself down if you keep this up everyday.”

That strike a nerve as his body stops moving completely. Whatever determined glint that was in his eyes is completely gone as he turns towards me. I would never take Jimin as the intimidating type, but I can’t help gulping under his gaze.

“I know my body better than you do y/n. I’ve been dancing just as long as you have. And I can learn it on my own.” His tone is completely different than anything I’ve heard so far. And the way he makes it seems like he could learn it faster without me strike my own nerve. He moves past me and mutters something inaudible which makes my annoyance rise. Turning on my heels swiftly I shove my ball cap back on my head and head towards the door, snatching up my bag that’s sitting by the threshold. Not caring that it slams shut behind me.

I retreat to my office and shut the door, softer than the practice room so I don’t draw any more attention to me. Tossing my bag on one of the small chairs, I round the side of my desk and sit down to look through the emails. But for the first time since I arrived in Korea, there's no emails waiting for me. So there’s nothing else for me to do except to look through the packet from this morning about the upcoming tour. I guess I can start there.

But my mind can’t think of anything except for what just happened in the practice room. I thought Jimin and I were getting along well enough but I guess I was wrong. My sister was right about getting close with them. I should’ve rejected all of the offers from everyone except Namjoon since I’ve known him for so long and I already have an established friendship with him. Once again my little sister proved that she’s wiser than I am.

Ugh, I can’t just sit here and mope around I’ve got work to do.

Jumping up, I grab my bag and make my way to an empty practice room. The only way I’m going to clear my mind is if I dance for a little bit and listen to the song over a few times to get some inspiration.

Thankfully I end up at the practice room furthest away from where the members are. Setting up my camera on the tripod and getting a playlist, my phone beeps with a text message alert.

Namjoon: Where did you go?

Ignoring the text, my cap gets tossed to the side and I retie my hair up into a large messy bun. Sucking in a deep breath I close my eyes and roll my head to relax my shoulders, trying to relieve the tightness building in my neck. Slowly opening my eyes I bend down to tighten my shoe laces and once I pop back up I press play on my phone.

The first couple of songs are just warm ups, things I’ve done before. In reality they are a warm up for what’s about to happen. My body moves with each beat as I let everything escape my mind except the music and the choreo. It’s nice to get back to the basics, to reset my mind. If I want to do my best for BigHit and BTS then I need to mentally check out for a few minutes and recollect myself.

When Fire starts playing, my lips quirk up as the beat quickens. My breathing gets heavier as the song goes on, my muscles burn and sweat drips down my forehead. But it ignites a spur of energy I didn’t think I had. Smirking once the song is done, I peel off the sweatshirt I was wearing and go down to just my sports bra and leggings. Normally I try to keep some decency when I’m at work, even when it’s unbearably hot, but since I won’t see anyone else the rest of the day I’m in the clear.

Once the first beat of Fake Love starts playing, I take Taehyung’s place. I’m going to run through this song seven times. Each time I will be taking the different spot of a member. It may be overkill but at this point I don’t care.

My muscles scream at me but I couldn’t be happier. After running the choreo a few times inspiration struck me. I abandoned the dance floor and fell into the floor with my notebook. Scribbling my ideas down, my lungs gasp for breath while sweat drips onto the paper as I sketch out a box like contraption. It may not be ready in time but I could always have this in my back pocket.

A few more ideas are jotted down but I jump in place when I hear the door rattle. Good thing I locked it but it’s useless when the door has a window down the center of it. Moving quickly I tug on my sweatshirt and turn off the camera. Going to the door I suck in deeps breaths to try and calm my racing heart. There’s no one in the hallway, but I have a strange feeling someone was watching. Moving back into the room I pack everything up and check the time, it’s almost 5. I really didn’t get much done but at this point I just want a shower.

The hallways are quiet as I move sluggishly to the safety of my office. Maybe after I shower I can swing by Namjoon’s studio and check out what he’s been working on. But then there’s a chance I’ll run into Jimin and that’s the last thing I want right now. I should just let it go but it seemed like he doubted me. And that the last thing I need on my first day.

Emerging from the female locker room, I feel lighter and my mind is clearer. At least I brought plenty of backup clothes because knowing me I’m going to be staying overnight or really late for the next few weeks. Rolling up the sleeves on my light blue button up I walk back to my office just to drop everything off. Before going to the shower I texted Namjoon and asked me if I could come by his studio, luckily he instantly replied giving me the green light.

Since it’s so late in the day most of the other staff have left the building for the day like normal people. Us workaholics will be here until we physically can’t take anymore. Namjoon is bad about it but he’s told me horror stories about Yoongi staying here for days on end without leaving. The most I’ve ever stayed is about two days before I was dragged back home by Nat.

Knocking on the door of his studio, I wait out in the hall and tap the toe of my shoe on the tile. My stomach feels uneasy, probably since I haven’t had any real food to eat, but also because I’m nervous to run into Jimin.

A loud click snaps me from my thoughts as the door opens just enough so I can grab the handle and let myself in. Namjoon’s hunched up at his desk editing away, the monitor above him showing me every small movement and adjustment he does. Watching him in his element is fascinating.

“You sure left in a hurry after practice.”

“Well hello to you to too Namjoon.” Rolling my eyes I drop down into the vacant chair next to him. My forehead falls to the desktop and my hair fans out everywhere creating a curtain to hide from him.

“Y/n, you did an amazing job today. I heard from Bang PD that he really like what you’ve created and can’t wait to see it in person.” That statement makes my stomach twist in knots and flip a dozen times. I haven’t even had the chance to meet him in person yet, everything has been through computer or through an assistant.

“But Jimin...he’s hard on himself and very critical of everything. I warned you about it before you took the job.” Namjoon’s tone isn’t harsh, actually it’s softer than I’d imagine. A deep sigh leaves my lips as I turn my head sideways and remove the curtain of hair to look at him. There’s no use trying to hide my feelings about it considering we’ve known each other for so long.

“I know I took it too personally, but I can’t help it. I spent so much time on all of these dances Joon...I guess...I feel like he doesn’t trust me or have faith in my abilities.” My eyes sting a little as I let out my pent up frustration. Mentally I’m smacking myself for being so emotional. The last time Namjoon saw me like this it wasn’t good...

“BigHit wouldn’t waste their time or resources for anyone that’s not up to their standard. Jimin knows this as well as the rest of us. You just have to let him come to terms and build a relationship with you on his own.” Namjoon stopped moving the mouse and turned his attention away from the screen to look at me. His eyes are soft as he pats my back gently.

“We had a talk with him though. Jimin’s tone was too harsh and we let him know that. After you wouldn’t answer my text we all went looking for you.”

Crap. So they did see me practice.

“How many times did you end up running through it?” There’s a guilt in his voice that I’ve never heard before, a tone that makes my heart tighten and feel heavy.

“Four or five before I stopped to write down some ideas. How much did you all see?” That’s a loaded question but it needs to be answered. Because if they saw me when I was topless then I need to make sure to wear lighter shirts from now on.

“Most of us stayed up until the second time around. Although Hobi and Jimin stayed until you finished.” Namjoon scratches his neck nervously before continuing to work on the song in front of him.

“Fantastic, looks like I can die of embarrassment now. Let my family know I love them.” Being dramatic I gently tap my forehead against the desk top before letting out a groan of defeat.

“Drama queen. It’s not bad though. I think it showed Jimin that you take everything you do seriously and that you aren’t playing around.”

Neither one of us talks for a few minutes, the only sound in the room is the clicking of his mouse and blips of music. My eyes feel heavy as my muscles start to relax after being abused for so long. Then my stomach growls and the room goes completely silent. Crap.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat since you left practice. Go home and rest. Since you were hidden all day I’m going to assume you didn’t see the schedule for tomorrow.” Looking at him I wait for him to continue filling me in on everything I missed.

“We have a photoshoot tomorrow so you have a free day to work on ideas and concepts.”

My body reacts by sitting straight up and looking at Namjoon with wide eyes. A wide smile breaks out across my lips. So I can spend an entire day uninterrupted working. Perfect. Might as well get an early start.

“I’ll leave you be Namjoon. See you Wednesday I guess, be ready to dance your feet off.” Giggling I wave goodbye and run out of his studio with my new burst of energy. There’s a spring in my step as I pass by Yoongi and Hoseok’s studios. Both booming with music, but in Hoseok’s I can hear multiple voices talking. They probably are meeting up to talk over the tracks.

Going straight to the breakroom I start to make myself some coffee and pull out my phone to try and order take out. Once I get some food in my system I’ll be set and ready to go. Placing my order and paying, I leave instructions that I will meet them outside once they arrive.

“Thanks for making more. I’m going to need it.” I jumped at the sudden voice and turn to see Yoongi walking in the room with an empty cup. Shuffling to the side with my cup, I get ready to leave the room but his voice stops me again.

“Don’t stay too late y/n. You worked hard today.”

“No promises Yoongi. Have a good night.” I bow slightly as I go to exit the room but before I get out of earshot I hear him mumble something that made me smirk.

“You are just like us.”

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jishyucks · 5 years

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Their S.O. is an ‘02 Liner and American

Requested - First time doing something like this so it took longer. I tried to follow the ‘American’ request but in some it ended up being just English speaking.

*Italics: spoken in English*

Your parents are good business friends, which is how you and Woojin met. Despite having a big age difference, you guys got along well since you were kids. This is how you both started dating.

You sat on Woojin’s bed, browsing through your phone, as he sat at his desk, working on a mid-term project. He was constantly muttering about the different parts he had to finish, start a thesis that, write a conclusion on this. It was funny because, though you were in high school, you had no idea what he was going off about. He looked over at you and realized you were barely listening. Rolling his eyes he sighed, “Oh yeah you’re a child, you don’t know about this stuff…”

It was obvious he was joking so you just scoffed back, “Excuse me, grandpa, I do, too, know what you’re talking about.” You were lying. You couldn’t even understand a grade 11 math lesson, there’s no way you knew anything of whatever the hell he was studying. Something biology related.

“Then explain to me what this is about,” he held up a rather odd picture of some kind of body part that he had lying on his desk, a smirk appearing on his face. You blushed, embarrassed, “That’s… we didn’t even learn anything about that in America… that’s unfair.”

He made a buzzer sound and laid the sheet back on his desk, “Biology is universal, my baby.” You pouted and turned your phone off, plopping it down on his bed, “Don’t call me that, it’s weird.” Woojin rolled chair to his bed towards you and placed a little kiss on your forehead, “Baby.”

It was a random weekend and Chan found himself free of any work or basically anything to do. He was the type of person to grow bored easily so the moment he realized he had free time, he called the guys over for company.

After 7 unanswered calls, he held his phone up to his ear waiting for the youngest’s voice to ring through the line. “Hello, hyung?” Chan sighed in relief and smiled, “Innie, finally someone answered.” “Is there something wrong?” Chan explained to Jeongin how he was bored to death and he wanted to hang out with someone and how he was the only one who returned the call.

“I don’t think I can, hyung, I’m with my family friend right now,” Jeongin answered. Chan could tell he was truly sorry. “You can bring them over, if they’re fine with it…” Jeongin didn’t live far from Chan. They could just walk over and Chan can drive them somewhere. At the other end of the line, Chan can hear him asking his friend if they wanted to go. After a moment of silence, Jeongin returned to the call and told Chan that they’d be over in five minutes.

Chan didn’t mean to open the door as excitedly as he did but, well, he did. When he was faced with a you alongside Jeongin, Chan couldn’t help but stop and stare. He greeted you with a mini bow, a blush creeping up his face, “Nice to meet you, I’m Chan.” “I’m Y/N.” Jeongin snickered and spoke up, “Y/N just moved from the states, you guys can speak english to each other but just don’t leave me out.”

It was funny because you both clicked right away. Jeongin noticed this, too, shaking his head to himself at how you and Chan would get competitive at Mario Kart. When you and Jeongin had to leave, you had told Jeongin that you’d quickly go to the bathroom before you guys actually had to go.

“I think you like Y/N,” Jeongin whispered. Chan jumped and was really ready to swing at the younger boy, “That’s not true. And they’re your age, that would be… weird..?” Jeongin laughed, harder than he already was. He’s never seen his hyung frustrated over something like this. “Y/N’s a year younger than me.” Chan was shook, yet again.

“Let’s go,” you walked into the room oblivious of the conversation, “Bye Chan.” You weren’t used to honorifics, but to be honest Chan didn’t care at that moment. “Bye Y/N.”

Once you and Jeongin stepped out of Chan’s house, Jeongin proceeded to flick you on the side of your head, “He’s older than us.” You narrowed your eyes and looked at him, “So? Won’t matter in the future.”

Meeting you through dance when he was 14, Minho remembers being fascinated how well you danced at such a young age. You both grew up, going to the same dance studio as time went on.

It was the first time foreigners had ever gone to the studio because the main choreographer of the studio was popular worldwide on youtube. They were willing to learn a dance for a price and in return, your choreographer, Mina, was willing to teach them. The only problem was that she could not speak english and though language wasn’t really a barrier in dance, it would be easier to explain to the students in a language they understood. Learning this, you volunteered to help translate Mina’s instructions since you had moved to Korea from the United States and you spoke fluent english.

Minho watched as you shook hands with the dancers, greeting them warmly and explaining to them how they could trust you with the language barrier. They thank you and made their way to the front of the room to learn the choreo.

“I-I forgot you can speak english,” Minho whispered. He was somewhat jealous because of the fact that you were younger than him and you already held much more skill than he did. You laughed and playfully punched his arm, “That’s because I never speak it here.”

From the middle of the room, Minho fell in love with you all over again, watching you confidently translate for Mina, following it up with the dance move. He was slowly getting distracted just by you and the way you spoke with the accent.

At the end of the class, Minho went up to you and slung his arm around you and pecked your temple. Everyone in the studio was used to this sort of stuff, the only person reacting being a younger dancer among the foreigners. She gushed and squealed, “You guys are adorable.” You blushed unwillingly, thanking her shyly. It was unusual for people to compliment you and Minho.

Through Minho’s eyes, he could only understand a few words and he noticed the girl looking back and forth between you and him. He was confused and he turned self conscious. When she left, he turned to you and ask you what she said. You physically uwued at him and smiled, “How me and you seem like a perfect couple.”

Changbin was seriously taken aback when he sees you uploading a cover onto soundcloud. It was late night and you hadn’t noticed him walk into the room. When he spoke up and asked you what it was, you jumped at the sudden presence.

“Y/N? What is that?” he was curious. He and the guys had 3RACHA and soundcloud was a huge platform for sharing such music, but you having one? He was shook. “My soundcloud?” you gave him a sheepish smile and tried to reach for the mouse. Before you had gotten to it, Changbin already had right clicked on the cover of an english rap song that really wasn’t the easiest to follow.

Changbin listened to it, actually taken aback at how fast your rapping was in english. Though you were fluent in Korean, you struggled with the Korean raps such as the ones he or Jisung do, but in english, you were actually capable of rapping fast paced raps. His jaw dropped as his eyes jerked to you. They were wide and they were close to falling out of their sockets. You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. You really did not expect this sort of reaction from him which is why you would always hide the covers from him.

“Am I really that good?” you questioned. Sure at this point you were fishing for compliments but you never had seen anyone’s reaction to your rapping in real life. “Are you kidding? I didn’t know I could love you more than I already do,” he breathed, “Just wait ‘til the guys hear this.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your shoulder to see the homework you were doing for online school. You had to read Macbeth as part of the curriculum, which was basically english but not really.

“What is this,” Hyunjin’s english was obviously not Shakespearean english and he wasn’t fluent at it too so looking down at the words that made no sense had him confused. “It’s a piece we have to read for grade eleven english.” The tone in your voice indicated how frustrated you were towards it. Despite english being your first language, William Shakespeare and his works had you questioning if you really were that great in english, “Don’t worry I don’t understand it either.”

Hyunjin nodded and attempted to read a part out loud and slowly, “What th- thou wouldst highly, that wouldst thou ho…. holily; wouldst not play false, and yet wouldst wrongly win.” You couldn’t help but uwu at Hyunjin’s attempt, “That was adorable, Hyunjinnie.” You reached up and squeezed his cheek like a baby. He tsked and swatted your hand away from his face, a pink blush creeping up his face.

When Jisung found out you were two years younger than him, you notice him uwu at the fact. “I thought Innie was a baby but you’re even babier.” He brought his hands to cup your face, squeezing them so you looked like a fish. “My little baby, beebee, little beebee,” he was speaking with a pout.

“I’m seventeen, you know,” he was still squeezing your cheeks as you spoke, lowkey muffling your voice. “Seventeen is a baby.” “You’re eighteen right now, Sungie.” “Going on nineteen.” You reached for his cheeks and pinched them hard enough for him to let go of your cheeks. “Owowowowow, Y/N~~~” he whined. When you let go, he rubbed his cheeks so that the pain would subside. Once he was done, he flung his arms around you, “And you’re tiny too, that’s just cute, little beebee.”

“You guys are disgusting,” Felix barged in, drink in hand.

“Piss off, Felix,” you joked, digging your face into Jisung’s chest.

You and were Felix were best friends, getting along well since you guys were the only foreigners on your street.

Felix held out the opening of the bag of chips to you as the commercials came to an end and the soccer game, or football in Felix’s terms, entered the second half. You both grew up obsessed over soccer, both bonding and fighting over it.

“I’m telling you, my team is better,” Felix gestured at the scoreboard, which showed 2-1 Australia. He smirked at you, crunching roughly on a chip. “Lies. The second half just started, United States can catch up and beat you guys.” You shook your head. You were sure the US team would win. They’ve been excelling this year while people were actually surprised that the Australian team had gotten this far.

“Bet?” Felix asked. You nodded, your eyes not leaving the screen of the TV. “If us Aussies win, you owe me…” he leaned closer to you and stared straight into your eyes, “a kiss.” Your heartbeat quickened at this suggestion but you pretended to be disgusted with his idea, “Hell the fuck no… If the Americans win, you buy fro-yo.” You guys shook hands, eyes narrowed.

About 45 minutes later, Felix was sat stunned, watching the Americans jump in one huddled group, their flag being waved by all the fans in the stadium. He couldn’t even make eye contact with you as you cheered your heart out at the TV. You turned to him and pointed at him, “Ha take that Felix, you thought!” Felix rolled his eyes and flopped onto the couch like a child, groaning out loud. He really did want a kiss… now he had to spend a good twenty on frozen yogurt.

You smiled widely and grabbed his hand, “C’mon, it’s fro-yo time.” When you tried to pull him up, he did not budge at all. “Weakling,” he snorted, eyes closed. “Not fair, I’m a child,” you complained, attempting to pull him up again. He laughed again. “You’re only salty because you can’t get a kiss from me.”

“Maybe I am,” he retorted. You looked down at him but his eyes were still closed so he didn’t notice. You inhaled heavily and bent down like the Prince in Sleeping Beauty, only Felix was Aurora. Bringing your lips down to his, you feel him kiss back softly.

When you first moved to the Korea from America, Seungmin was the first person who talked to you at school. He was one of the only students at the school who was capable of speaking english who was capable of helping your rusty Korean so you stuck around him a lot.

“What class do you have?” he questioned, guiding you through the empty halls. You slipped the schedule sheet from your pocket and read the first one listed down for that day, “English 10.” Seungmin’s eyes widened and looked at you. Were you pulled back a grade for moving? “Isn’t that a sophomore class?” You nodded, “Yeah… what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything… but aren’t you a senior?” Seungmin didn’t look at you, scared that he hurt your feelings when you guys have been getting along for the past week. “What?” you laughed out loud, “I’m a sophomore… you’re a senior right?” Seungmin was surprised. He really thought you were a senior, not that being a sophomore was bad. He nodded at your question. Though you both were from different grades, you hung out with him and his friends who were in grades above you.

When prom season rolled around, he didn’t want to go with anyone else except for you, only problem was that he was afraid that people, well mostly you, would find it weird that a senior would be willing to take a sophomore to prom. “Do you think it would be okay?” Seungmin asked Hyunjin. Hyunjin nodded, “There’s nothing wrong with it, man. Plus she seems to like you.” He gave Seungmin more motivation, which allowed for Seungmin to build up courage to finally ask you to prom in a simple but effective way.

Spoiler alert: you said yes.

You and Jeongin were on a date at an arcade, just a mini little outing for fun. Throughout the entire night, Jeongin had gotten into teasing you because of your age. His birthday just passed and now he was seemingly two years older than you, when in reality, you just hadn’t had your birthday yet.

“I get to go first, youngen,” he joked, playfully moving you to the side before swiping his game card to start playing. You knew it was a joke but the repetitive jokes just because you had been born more than a year later was getting somewhat annoying.

“I don’t understand why you have to prioritize yourself just because you’re 18 now. Being a year older isn’t even a lot, fucking elder.” you mumbled. Sure you were being a bit sensitive but you seriously didn’t want this boy continuing on with his jokes. “Don’t go all english on me, youngen. And a year is a lot. Just think about it. Three meals a day for more than a year until you were born. Imagine how big I got during that period of time.” He wasn’t wrong but that didn’t mean you were gonna admit it. You pouted and stood there, just watching him play and not saying another word. This was a habit that you did when you were mad and Jeongin knew.

When he noticed your change in mood, he sighed and turned to you, wrapping you in his arms, laughing lightly, “You’re a little baby… I’m sorry though…” He squeezed you and buried his face into your hair, “Forgive me?” You replied with a nod. Though he wasn’t looking, he felt your head move. “Good, now let’s play some more games.”

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