#moon suggests flirting with y/n only to fuck with sun

[betweenblackberrybranches]

First meetings part 4

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Y/N is being a little rude in this but they only mean well. They just have so many questions about this whole situation.

Sun is really trying to deal with Moon chattering away and suggesting what he should do and say... poor guy looks rather flustered

[harlowhockeystick]

How He Met His Princess - Nolan Patrick HC

headcanon about nolan and his princess-y girlfriend and how they met. princess, aka: the complete and total opposite of him. (reader)

contains: cuss words, mentions of weed, some suggestive paragraphs (two or three bullet points),

word count: 707

tagging: @hugheshugs @lorrmorr @jacksharlows @owenpowerstapejob @nylwnder @drei-mrssvechii

nolan was completely shocked when he felt himself starting to fall for her. he knows that they are polar opposites. he's cold, she's warm. he's the moon, she's the sun. he's black, she's pink.

nolan first met her at the mall in vegas. he was looking for some new game day suits and some of his teammates had recommended the store she just happen to work at. ask for y/n, they added, she'll fit you good. he didn't know what that meant, but he knew that when he got to the store he would ask for y/n. he didn't expect y/n to walk out in a fitted, baby pink suit with matching pumps. and it looked beautiful on her skin tone, especially with the gold jewelry she was decorating.

she got him to try on at least ten different suits. mostly because of her soft voice, it was like smooth honey falling off the comb. soft, like the suit she was wearing. nolan held his breath when she took his measurements, closing his eyes because she was just so close to him. but he contained himself. that time.

y/n managed to get him to buy four suits, a brown plaid one that hugged his thighs perfectly. a navy blue suit that she matched with a dark tan trench coat. a solid black suit that he could wear to anything, and then a dark green plaid suit. some small talk ensued, y/n trying get a smile out of him because he hasn't done that the whole time he was there. he eventually does, when she hands him the bag and he leaves the store. he smiles the entire walk back to his car. he smiles the entire drive back to his apartment. and he even smiles when he just happens to see her at the bar he went to with his teammates that night.

she was with some friends, and not a man around. he made that mental note. when he found the courage to even go on that side of the bar to order drinks, suddenly she was standing next to him. they were flirting back and forth, she left a few touches here and there and suddenly she was leaving a kiss on his cheek. when she went back to her table he felt her lip gloss there and he wiped it off, the sticky substance on his fingers, as he felt her stare on him for the rest of the night. when he and his teammates started to leave, he was behind all of them. a tug was at his jacket and he turned around to see her, standing tall in her pink pumps as she handed him a piece of paper. we should go out some time, she added right before letting him leave.

he got back to his place and said fuck it, giving the number in his jacket pocket a shot. worst case scenario she gave him a fake number. just a simple, it's the guy from the bar, text and there he was. putting himself out there. he got a text back within minutes, saying does the guy at the bar have a name? he chuckled, laying in his bed watching tv as he texted her back, adding does the pretty girl have a name? he got a text back and was reminded of her name.

dates were then scheduled. that weekend, at a nice restaurant, in the evening. he wore a simple pair of black jeans, a nice tee with a jacket to go along with it. nothing simple, nothing over the top. she walked in wearing a pink sweater with a detailed skirt, knee high boots. nolan felt extremely underdressed. but even though to the eye they looked polar opposites, they had a lot in common. she was down to earth, like him. she was calm like him. she listened to the lumineers like him.

he asked if she always wore the color pink and she only responded with a laugh, taking a sip of her rosé. i've been wearing pink since i came out of the womb, mr. patrick. and it was that moment he realized, he couldn't let his princess get away.

・。♡.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・。. ♡・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜♡・。

a/n: thank u all sm for the asks about this au, i literally love it. i hope u all love it as much as i do! hopefully more full hc's/fics will come in the future! for now i hope this is good enough. feedback is always welcome!

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instead of you [part three]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 2.1k

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“No sex?”

“Y/n!” Sam hissed through his teeth. “You think you could lower your fucking voice a little?” His tone was even, but his eyes betrayed the thinly veiled panic you were all too familiar with. 

Pushing your best friend’s buttons was something you usually enjoyed, but in that moment you were feeling a similar sense of panic. 

“Sorry, how was I supposed to react to you telling me I can’t sleep with anyone this summer?” you snapped in a whisper. 

“How were you expecting to pull that off without making it look like you were cheating on me?” he countered. 

“I- I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t thinking about it...”

Sam had been typing the list of “rules” for the summer in the notes app of his phone for the better half of an hour as you brainstormed together, and you had been on board with everything that it consisted of so far:

No gross pet names (babe, baby, and darling are acceptable)

No kissing with tongue

No telling embarrassing stories!! (yes that includes that one time i got a condom stuck in my nose and we had to go to the emergency room- that’s literally only funny to you)

4. Share a bed together for the whole trip

ACT LIKE WE’RE IN LOVE (@ y/n)

Spend at least an hour with family per day

Take “coupley” pictures together when my parents as- bc they WILL ask

Wear the matching shirts my mother made 

Buy y/n all the alcohol she wants

It was a pretty decent list, all things considered, until he got to rule number ten. 

“I mean it’s not like it’s going to be easy for me either,” Sam reasoned. 

You rolled your eyes. “Am I supposed to thank you for your service or something? Applaud you for keeping it in your pants for two whole months?”

“You’re literally complaining about the exact same thing.”

“Yeah, but I’m only doing it to save your ass,” you huffed.

“Trust me, I’m well aware,” he said, sighing. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

You gave him a soft smile. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“You don’t want to be. You’ve mentioned that several times.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you.”

Sam smiled at that. “Thanks, I love you too.”

“Alright that’s enough sincerity between us for a lifetime,” you said and chuckled uneasily. “We can go back to being assholes to each other now.”

“Good, that took a lot out of me.”

You glared at him, but refrained from making a comment. “What’s next on the list then, lover boy?”

“Already breaking the first rule-”

“Fine, what’s next on the list, fuckface?” you asked with a smirk. 

Sam clenched his jaw and scrolled on his phone. “Okay, number eleven, no flirting with my brothers.”

“Do you really need to write that one down?” You watched as he typed it out without acknowledging you. “Like isn’t that kind of implied? You know I don’t see Harry like that.”

“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” he muttered. 

You raised your eyebrows expectantly, awaiting an explanation, but he offered none. Instead, he moved on to the next rule and left you sitting alone in your confusion. 

The majority of the rest of the flight was spent bickering with Sam over the list, undoubtedly annoying the hell out of everyone seated around you. The other passengers finally got some reprieve from the sound of your hushed voices when Sam put his earbuds in to listen to music. You knew he was only doing it to tune you out because whenever he was really listening to something he always shared one of his earbuds with you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. If he was going to be like that then... god, this was going to be a long summer.

You shifted in your seat so that you could comfortably rest your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Even though he was frustrated with you, you knew he wouldn’t push you away. It was just like that with you guys. He’d get over it by the time you landed. 

When you opened your eyes again, Sam had fallen asleep too. He was slumped against you with his head resting on top of yours like something out of a movie. It struck you as ironic. To passers by you already looked like a couple. Game on. 

-

Sam led the way through the busy airport terminal to baggage claim, apparently trusting you were right on his heels. But it was almost like he was trying to lose you with the way he was weaving through the crowd like a wanted fugitive. You could barely keep up. Some fake boyfriend he was. 

You’d never seen your best friend like this before. Usually he was so calm and collected, the one who was always talking you off the ledge, but you could tell he was the one climbing stairs right now. 

“Fuck, there’s no way this’ll work.” 

It had been another one of those late nights in the library when Sam had thrown the stack of index cards onto the table in surrender and buried his face in his hands. You were both teetering on the edge of a caffeine crash. The words on the pages had started to blur together in a way that was almost illegible and neither of you could keep the important dates of your relationship straight. 

“Yes it will,” you insisted as you gathered up the cards and handed them back to him. “We’re just burnt out. That’s why we keep getting things wrong.” He knit his eyebrows together in a way that told you he didn’t believe you, but didn’t say anything in return. You sighed and took a sip of your coffee, giving him a measured look over the lenses of your glasses. “It’s four am., Sam. We just need some sleep and then we’ll come back fresh tomorrow, you’ll see.”

He pushed his hair back from his forehead and nodded reluctantly. “Thanks for doing this with me... it’s, uh, really important to me.”

“I know.” 

But you didn’t know why. Sam didn’t even study this hard for midterms, but here he was night after night with you mapping out every single detail of your fake relationship. A small part of you wondered if there was something more, something that he was keeping from you, but you pushed the thought down. You told each other everything...

As you watched him wait for your suitcases at the carousel, arms crossed, left foot tapping the tile impatiently, it dawned on you just how nervous he was. You wished there was something you could say to ease his mind, but the right words were escaping you. To be fair, you weren’t having any luck shaking your jitters either. You’d never been in a relationship long enough to meet your significant other’s parents. Somehow the fact that you weren’t even dating made it even more daunting. You desperately needed the Hollands to like you- for both you and Sam’s sakes. 

“This one’s yours, right?” Sam asked and pointed to one of the bags he’d rolled over.

“Yeah, thanks for grabbing it.”

“Don’t mention it, babe.” You fought the urge to make a face- “you’re making a face.”

“Sorry, knee-jerk reaction. Still adjusting to hearing that.”

“Well adjust quicker because my brother will be here to pick us up any minute.”

“Wait, what?”

“How else did you think we were going to get home?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it.”

You followed Sam outside through the automatic doors to the car loop to wait for Harry. It was warm out, but there was a light breeze that lifted some of the heat from the pavement. The sun had set mere minutes ago, and dusk was lazily settling over the horizon. You were too close to the city to see any stars, but the moon glowed dimly behind the clouds, like a performer waiting in the wings. 

Sam scrolled through Spotify as you both sat there, carefully balanced on your suitcases, and offered you one of his AirPods. You took it wordlessly and put it in your ear. The gesture was comforting, almost intimate, a reminder that nothing had changed between you. At least not yet. 

He was playing something you hadn’t heard before, a classical piece. It sounded old and European which didn’t narrow it down at all. A glance at the title scrolling across his screen suggested that it was French, but he put his phone in his pocket and stood up before you could fully read it. 

Before you could ask what was happening a black Audi pulled up to the curb, parked, and a boy who was... not Harry stepped out of it. It was then that you realized Sam had never specified which brother was picking you up. 

You knew Sam had an older brother, but he didn’t talk about him much. You had just assumed they weren’t close, but as you watched them hug and laugh together you weren’t sure what to make of it. 

“Y/n, this is Tom,” Sam said as he introduced you to his brother. “Tom, this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” You held out your hand and he shook it tentatively.

“Likewise,” he replied, sounding unconvinced. “Can I help you guys with your bags?”

“Um, sure. That’d be great.”

You handed over your suitcase and backpack to him and joined Sam back over on the sidewalk while Tom lifted the luggage into the trunk with surprising ease.

Tom was about Sam’s height, slender like Sam too, but far more athletically built. Even through his t-shirt you could see the distinct outline of muscles you hadn’t even known existed in the human anatomy- it was ridiculous. His smile was the same as Sam’s too, but what really gave him away as a Holland were the curls peeking out from under his baseball cap. They were impossible to miss. 

“Do you want to sit in the front, love?” Sam asked, pulling you back into the moment.

“No thanks, you catch up with your brother. I’ll be fine in the back.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. Tom didn’t seem too thrilled to meet you in the first place so sitting in the back seemed like the safer way to play it. Sam just shrugged and climbed into the passenger seat while you slid into the middle seat in the back. 

“Did you tell mum we’re running a few minutes late?” Sam asked Tom once he’d merged onto the road. 

“Yeah, she said she expects it from Heathrow anyway since they’re always so busy.”

“It was fucking packed, mate.”

“I know. Traffic was awful getting here. Everyone’s going on holiday.” Tom turned to glance at you, then back at his brother. “Are you guys hungry? Dinner should be ready when we get there.”

“When we get where?” you piped up in confusion, wondering who would’ve cooked at the boys’ flat.

“Mum’s and dad’s.”

You grabbed Sam by the shoulder. “Wait, we’re going straight to your parents’ house? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What do you mean? Why does it matter?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “I can’t meet your parents like this!”

“Like what?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m wearing sweatpants!”

“And you look fine!” he argued. “Tom, tell her she looks fine.”

“Uh, you look fine.”

Why were men so fucking dense? You rolled your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt. Your suitcase was just out of reach in the trunk so you hoisted yourself up over the seatback and grabbed one of the straps on the bag to pull it closer to you.  

With your limited access it was hard to find what you were looking for, but you managed to randomly pull out a nice pair of jeans and a floral print blouse you’d thrifted last semester to change into. 

Before either of the boys up front could register what was happening you pulled your t-shirt off over your head and started shimmying out of your sweats. 

“What the fuck are you doing, y/n?” Sam hissed as the car swerved. 

To be fair, you were just straight up taking your pants off in his brother’s car, but in your defense he’d really left you no choice. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You snapped and looked back up at him defiantly, catching Tom’s eye in the rearview mirror as you did. 

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road, Tom.” Sam grumbled, shooting daggers back at you.

You blew him a kiss in return followed by the middle finger as you buttoned your jeans with your other hand. 

Tom laughed and turned to his brother. “I like her.”

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Moirai

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Summary: Y/N happens to be the niece of a powerful man and Alfie can’t help but want to see more of the young girl kept hidden behind doors.

Warnings: Age gap.

“Are you flirting with me?”  ‘You finally noticed?’

The room is quiet.

One half of it is occupied by men wearing traditional hats while the others don’t wear one at all. Words have been said and now, it’s time for the last stroke. The guns wait quietly at the palms of the nervous men, it’s deal or death.

Then the chatter breaks out.

The men shake hands, fake smiles plastered on their grumpy faces as they get on with it. The room is lively now, opposite to the previously grim state it possessed. The windows are open as they pat each other on the back, relief washing over most.

There’s a middle aged guy in the middle, the one who seems to be the boss. He’s wearing no hat, just a simple suit and a tie to go with it. His rings tell who he is as some of his jewels glisten under the afternoon light.

All along, Alfie watches.

There’s flour on his shoe soles, it leaves the impression of dust on the floor here and there. His jewels are heavy, gold under the burning sun that manages to make its way through the open blinds. He smiles at the guy, the boss, as a sign of respect.

The deal is done.

The other men silently start to leave the room now that the deed is closed, the guns are hidden and the celebration calls. The bosses get to informal chatter while the room gets emptied, the men who were so close to killing one another are now headed to the closest pub.

The secretary whispers something to the boss’ ear.

He nods, saying something to the lady Alfie can’t quite catch in a foreign language. The secretary nods back and smiles, she soon disappears as some of the men start hovering around. The room is not entirely empty yet.

Then, you come in.

You’re holding a stack of papers in your left hand, the rings decorating your small fingers are similar to the ones on the boss’ hands. The sun rays illuminate your face in a gentle manner, your hair resembles the colour of fire while the light kisses the strands framing your face.

A couple words leave your mouth as Alfie watches.

You tell something to the boss, your small frame looks even smaller next to the men around but they all seem to get on with their business, it seems as though they recognise you.

And they recognise that you’re not to be fucked with.

The boss nods, a childish smile on his lips at the sight of you and you mirror back his expression. The boss’ eyes catch Alfie’s eyes on you, he hurries you back inside but you catch the jew’s eyes and the way they glisten in a room full of gangsters.

The boss makes his way towards Alfie, much like how they were standing a minute ago.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Solomons.” he says, his voice is low but loud enough for Alfie to hear. He nods.

“You as well, mate.”

They shake hands for the last time and Alfie is out.

------

An envelope arrives at the messy desk.

It stands out, from how clean and crisp it looks due the peculiar light blue color. Alfie doesn’t remember fucking about with the kids around so he gathers it’s a joke.

From who, he doesn’t know.

He proceeds to open the envelope, a white invitation greets him as his eyes scan the paper. It’s the man from last week, the gangster he made a deal with. He knows him to be stubborn but popular and the envelope inviting him to the party he’s throwing next week proves Alfie right.

He’s ready to dismiss the idea.

Then, he remembers.

He recalls the things he’s heard about a secret jewel of sorts this particular man has. It’s much more precious than a bag of balkan sapphires. 

It’s you.

He’s sure of the things he’s heard. He knows you’re the niece, even though you look nothing like your uncle. You’re his secret, someone your uncle vowed to protect from the ill this city of London brings.

His fingers trace the ink on the paper, it’s handwritten. He’s too old to chase dreams, he thinks, his spontaneous nature is left back in his younger days. It would be interesting, he gathers but much too unlike him. 

He then calls for Ollie to cancel any appointments for next Friday.

------

The tall halls are decorated with silk curtains that extend to the living room where the booze is kept. The corridors are full, not only with people but their chatter and the tiny glasses of alcohol in their hands. All he hears for a while is useless talk until he spots the boss.

He gathers joining the party will give him some recognition with the bourgeoisie, not that he needs it.

He greets the familiar man and indulges in useless informal talk about the weather and so on. A small comment made on the modern decoration and he’s off wandering around the halls.

He doesn’t quite know what he’s looking for.

It’s not you he came here for. He’s here on business, as Ollie’s managed to convince him to attend a social party for the first time in many moons. He sees familiar faces, faces he’s come close to shooting but he manages to give them a small greeting before wandering around again.

You’d been intriguing to say the least, the last push he needed to come to this bore of a party.

An hour later, Alfie finds himself next to some other familiar faces, ones he’s not keen on shooting any time soon. He jokes around and watches them wash down drinks, one by one as time passes.

He’s too busy talking shit to one of the guest’s faces to realise that you’re going around the place to say hi to people.

You don’t want to, that’s a given but as your uncle suggested, there’s things to be done when you’re the one throwing the party. You smile at each and every word that comes out of the strangers’ mouths as your uncle takes you around the place and shows you off unlike any other time. 

Your hands play with the fabric of your airy dress. It pools down around your knees while your rings caress the light green material. A laugh comes out of your painted lips at one of the jokes the guest has made, your uncle is watching you closely right next to you, making sure you behave the way he asked you to.

You didn’t want any of this, you think, but it was handed to you anyway.

Your uncle’s hand meets your arm as he gently pulls you around the next table to introduce to his guests. He’s proud, you can tell but you just seem bored at this point. Nevertheless, you paint a happy expression on your face and look up to meet the next guest.

And you meet the eyes of his.

Even though your uncle would speak to differ, you weren’t as sheltered as he thought. You did things he wouldn’t approve of and danced in a way that would bring shame on the man. 

But you seemed perfectly innocent to Alfie as you smiled.

He shook your hand, his large one engulfing yours but both were decorated with rings and jewels. Your uncle began speaking about the new deal Alfie and him had made but Alfie wasn’t even listening, he was way too intrigued by the creature in front of him.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Solomons.” you spoke once the conversation your uncle was having with himself was finished.

Alfie’s eyes glistened.

You remember him from that day in the office but not because you were scared. It was simply because you were interested.

“Pleasure’s all mine, luv.” he spoke, lowly but you’d heard his words unlike your uncle who was too busy dragging you around the place to meet everyone.

And you play the part of the innocent niece all too well next to the only man you call family.

-----

French paintings, a crowd in front of a golden statue as a young man talked about some posh aristocrat, gold on the walls, quiet chatter and the sound of a hushing voice.

Alfie didn’t know when this all happened.

It’s later in the night, the booze has been consumed along with large portions of food he would not touch. He’s spent the night with Ollie on his side, much like how he usually spends most work events. You’d come by once, asked him and the other guests if they were enjoying themselves and left not too long after.

He could see the annoyance behind your eyes.

He didn’t know it to be true but he felt it. You seemed bored with all the fancy decoration and useless chatter your uncle had insisted on. The names of the guests were long forgotten for you anyway.

Except his.

He didn’t fit here but you figured, you liked that about him.

Everyone invited to the party was wearing a fancy dress they weren’t keen on using again, expensive jewels dangled from their limbs as they made talk about the paintings around or just how lovely your dress was.

You’d just smiled.

You weren’t a big fan of parties like these but your uncle had asked you a favour and he was loved enough by you to put up with the useless evening. Besides, one of the guests turned out to be interesting.

He wasn’t pretentious, he hadn’t touched the food properly and spent his time talking shit around. He was having some fun, you could tell from the way he laughed at the posh society’s faces.

Alfie stood there next to the small crowd as the young lad kept talking about a painting he once saw in Vienna. He wasn’t interested but manners were something he was still getting used to when the time and place called for it.

Then your uncle spoke about you, your interest in art and even showed the guests a couple pieces that were done by you. There were a few audible gasps of admiration rising from the crowd as they took a good look at the large canvases wrapped with gold.

That’s when he saw you.

You were walking in the corridor next to where the gallery was, heels and the hem of your dress in your right hand while you shushed the big beast next to you, the dog seemed to be following you obediently even though he was practically your size.

Alfie left the gallery and the crowd and instead followed you.

He figured it was a better waste of his time.

You didn’t let him know that you knew he was following but instead walked outside to where the house opened up to the large crops around, green all over the place while you pulled your dear dog’s leash. Your dress swished around your knees while you walked barefoot on the concrete surface until the concrete was replaced by grass.

He followed you through the trees, a little bit further from where the house’s lights where.

That’s when you abruptly turned around.

“Why are you following me?” you asked, a devilish smirk on your lips while he came to the realisation that you knew he had been following you, no matter how quiet he’d tried to be.

“A fuckin’ ‘ello would be nice, luv.” he spoke, his eyes gave his surprised state away even though he tried to act collected and calm.

“I don’t care for that.” you spoke under your breath but he caught it, you could tell from the way his lips turned into a small smile.

“Name’s Solomons.” he spoke, eyes challenging as he spoke. He wasn’t sure if you remembered his first name after all the names that had been introduced to you this evening.

“I know who you are.” you said, letting the dog’s leash go as he started running around the big yards of grass. Alfie’s eyes watched the free creature for a minute before realising you were speaking under your breath. “Alfie.”

You nodded at your own words as you said his first name. You remembered.

“I’m a bit too old for ya’ to be addressin’ me on a first name basis, lass.” he said, walking right behind your form while you started to walk the trail you did to reach where the horse farm was. It was a big piece of land, after all.

“How old do you think I am?” you spoke, out of frustration since it seems like he was not taking you seriously, you looked younger than you were.

“Barely twenty.” he spoke and watched the lights flicker in your eyes. 

He was very close to the correct answer.

“How old are you?” you spoke, trying to find out more about the only interesting person at the party.

“Thirty five.” he said, in a way that made you think that he didn’t want you to know he was almost twice your age.

You looked at him from head to toe then. Not in a way that made him uncomfortable but as a way of confirming that you understood the age difference between him and you.

“Your uncle, yeah, he’s in there ravin’ about your paintings and all.” he spoke, trying to get words out of you when he realised you weren’t very talkative. You spoke when the occasion called for it.

“Oh, is he? you spoke, staring right into the stranger’s blue orbs.

“Yeah, fuckin’ prasin’ you and some European school you went to.” he said, watching the way your eyes turned to him with a more suspicious glare.

“French.” you spoke, trying to find out what he was getting to. He knew you were foreign since your uncle liked to speak his mother tongue in meetings every now and then but a conversation was a conversation.

“You’re not from around here then?” he spoke, knowing you weren’t from England let alone London. He could tell from the way you spoke.

“I thought you already knew that.” you spoke, eyes gleaming with interest as you spoke. He was not the usual gentlemen who’d come over to the forest to seduce you, he had questions and he actually listened.

“I did, yeah.”  his voice was clearer in the woods, it sounded more like what you imagined it would if he were to wake up next to you in the morning, although that was just a distant thought in your mind.

“Ya’ don’t look like you’re from around here either.” he said, sparking interest in you since he was talking about your looks. No one had said anything about you not looking like a local before.

“How’s that, Mr. Solomons?” you said, amusement dancing in your eyes whilst he drank your young form, you were much too pretty to be from around here. There was a spark to you that the ladies of London were envious of.

“You’re far too fuckin’ gorgeous to be from this shit hole.” he said, not really measuring his words since you didn’t seem to be doing that either. You chuckled out of surprise but then realised, he was telling the truth.

“Are you flirting with me?” 

You asked, bewildered. Due to how powerful your uncle was, most men were intimidated and not only that, but they came to realise your quick wit and clever mouth were also something that came with the arrangement. They liked the idea of the forbidden fruit which was why there had been many that had asked for your hand before but you were far too independent for that/

‘You finally noticed?’

He said, he wasn’t scared of your uncle. He wasn’t scared of many things for that.

“I’m not much good when it comes to that.” you spoke, you didn’t have a lot of experience in flirting and all that. You would usually let the guy know you were interested, have a quick fuck or a fling and be over with it. No one stayed long around you anyway.

“Well, that seems fuckin’ perfect, eh?”

he spoke, making you turn back to face him while the mansion’s lights were still visible. You had been walking back the whole time and the path from which you left the mansion was clear now. You could see the concrete steps.

“What do you mean?” you spoke, eyes glossing over his.

“’m not much good either.” he said, watching the way your eyes lit up for a split second. He was amusing to say the least.

You chuckled then, your dog was long gone and running around the corps. He’d be back when he was hungry but you realised that it had been over an hour of you walking around the garden with this stranger. It didn’t feel like he was a stranger to be begin with but you managed to convince yourself to ignore the way his eyes would roam all over you every now and then.

Your bare feet met the concrete and you saw your uncle, talking to the guests about you again. A low sigh left your lips, one that Alfie recognised to be from frustration but you had to do what you had to do. You turned to Alfie then, knowing that this was nice while it lasted but your uncle was probably angry at you for leaving the party for so long. 

It was time to say farewell.

“I’ll see you....when I see you.” you said, smiling at the end of the sentence since you knew you wouldn’t be seeing much of the charming man any time soon.

“I’ll be around, lass.” he said, not missing the way you looked at him from head to toe one last time. A gentle smile found your lips and you walked back to the mansion.

Alfie left not too long after that, finding the party boring without your presence.

It wasn’t until two days later, when your uncle was out on business, that one maid left a note on your drawer. It was in a light blue shade, similar to the one you’d chosen for the invite of the party. 

You walked towards the drawer, seeing the hand written note inside the envelope but before you had the time to process, you read the words your kind stranger had left you.

It was an address in Camden, you figured it was for you to come around and have a chat. He seemed keen on doing that.

But where the address would lead you, you didn’t know.

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[bbugyu]

hi! could i request a jeonghan enemies (or friends that bicker a lot) to lovers? ty and i love ur writing !!

i am so glad you requested this because i have had this in the works for so long that i had to throw it into a case converter because it had capitalization and i was Not gonna finish it if i had to type it proper (i'm a fucking gremlin ok)

thank u for reading my work and thank u for giving me the perfect excuse to be hopelessly in love with jeonghan!!!!

falling + yoon jeonghan

finally, he thought. someone on his level. what’s the catch?

part one | part two

wc.10009 (fuckin oops) | fluff, humor, uni/coffeeshop/enemies to lovers au, gender neutral reader, slow burn, drinking, like lk too much drinking, swearing, throwing it back to sistar, copious argumentive flirting, everyone is MEAN but like in a funny way, bff!mingyu, it's your resident mingyuzi shipper, the only person more of a little shit than jeonghan is y/n

i used to be a barista and i would get exceptionally hateful towards customers for really stupid reasons and the only thing that could stop it is if they were really hot. this seems to hold great jeonghan energy. also i made y/n, like, mean as hell. like not actually mean but like. Mean. sorry. also all bars mentioned are real bars on capital hill in seattle that i love so if you recognize them that’s why. enjoy this enemies to lovers courtship.

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you were pretentious, jeonghan thought. you acted like you were better than everyone else, and he hated that he had yet to find a reason to call you wrong.

he saw you almost every day during the week, between the class you shared on tuesdays and thursdays, and the cafe he worked in that you frequented to study. your demeanor was always polite, but what most people would describe as cold. you had caught his attention the first day of the semester, something about you seemed familiar, but he couldn't place it until he made your coffee the next day. you usually sat in the row in front of him, a few seats over, and he would chew on his cheek and wonder how you could sit back in your chair, arms crossed and eyes hardly opened, but still get the highest essay scores in the class. at the end of lecture, after he was done spending all his brain power stewing about your ability to succeed in visual culture without really trying, he would text his friend that took the class last quarter and ask, panic stricken, if he still had his notes, the irony of the situation completely lost on him.

at the cafe, you would come in, order an americano, and sit yourself in a well lit corner to work on your classes for a few hours, the coffee mostly undisturbed on the table beside your favorite armchair, then leave. there was never a smile on your face, and you were always alone. jeonghan watched the ice in your americano melt, watering down the coffee he made. maybe he had let the shots of espresso sit too long before saving them. maybe he let them burn on purpose just to see the face you made. but alas, you hadn't even put the metal straw to your lips. he wondered why you even ordered a coffee if you weren’t going to reap the benefit.

joshua spotted him leaning against the counter as he came out of the kitchen and laughed, setting down the freshly washed milk pitchers. “ask them out.”

he stood up straight. “why?”

“why not? you clearly like them.”

“i really don’t,” jeonghan laughed. “you’re crazy for thinking i do.”

joshua rolled his eyes. “no one spends as much time as you do staring at another person if they don’t find them at least a little attractive. have you ever even talked to them? outside of taking their order?”

he hesitated. “no?”

“so what if they’re actually really wonderful and you have a lot in common?”

“as if.”

“wow,” joshua said, leaning against the counter. “i can’t believe yoon jeonghan is afraid to talk to his crush.”

jeonghan shoved his friend's shoulder, giving him a look. “absolutely not. i'm 99% sure they're a pretentious asshole.”

he crossed his arms. “what does that make you?”

“shut up.”

“whatever, han. i’m just saying it’s kind of pretentious to hate someone solely because they don’t smile wide enough for you when they’re saying thanks.”

“it’s not that hard!” jeonghan said, maybe a little too loud. “i don’t wanna smile either, shua! but i do it! so can they!!”

joshua laughed. “lower your voice and go say hi, you freak.”

much to his chagrin, jeonghan got shoved towards your spot in the cafe with the front of the tables needing to get wiped down. he looked at joshua and seokmin with a furrowed brow as he wrung the towel, both of them giving him thumbs ups with wide grins. begrudgingly, he slowly made his way over to you.

“hey,” jeonghan said, doing his best to project something other than the absolute turmoil going on inside his head. you looked up from your textbook, pulling the earbud out of your ear. “why don’t you drink the coffee?”

you furrowed your brow and looked at your untouched americano. “i- uh, what?”

“you never drink the coffee,” he repeated, nodding at the glass. “why do you get it anyways?”

you blinked up at him. “are you offended that i’m not drinking your coffee?”

he almost laughed at the look of disbelief you were giving him. “no, i just don’t get why you waste the money here if you don’t even need the caffeine.”

“it’s cheaper to buy an americano than it is to rent a stall at a study cafe,” you said, habitually hitting save on your notes document. “why are you so worried about me, yoon jeonghan?”

he faltered, surprised. “you know me?”

“nametag,” you didn't miss a beat, pointing at his chest and giggling. “do you know me?”

jeonghan’s lip twitched, feeling almost embarrassed by not thinking of his own nametag, and definitely not an involuntary reaction to seeing you smile for the first time. “uh, yeah. we have a class together,” he said as casually as possible as he folded the washcloth in his hands. “visual culture.”

you nodded, looking into space for a moment. “hmm. weren’t you also in child psych with professor moon last winter?”

he blinked back at you. “yeah? you were in that class?”

you nodded, holding in a laugh. “yeah, yoon jeonghan. i was. head in the clouds?”

for some reason, the way you said his full name made his ears heat up. “maybe you were easy to forget,” he said dismissively, even though you both knew that wasn't the case. “isn’t it better to study in a library? that one’s free.”

“there’s never any open tables at the library,” you said, unfurling your legs and sitting straight, textbook in your lap. “and the chairs are uncomfortable, unlike this armchair. and people usually don’t bother me here.”

jeonghan sighed. “well, if you’re insistent on going to a cafe, there’s one down the street with a better espresso bean and it’s less busy. less people to bother you and a better tasting americano that you won’t drink.”

you cocked your head, closing your laptop. “is that an invitation?”

and for the first time, you saw jeonghan stutter. “n-no? just a suggestion. i think it’s cheaper, too-”

“don’t you work here?” you asked, eyes shining. “shouldn’t you be happy i’m wasting my money here?”

he eyed you, beginning to turn his body to leave the conversation. “do whatever you want. i’m not your dad.”

you grinned, leaning forward in your chair. “are you busy after class tomorrow?”

“why?”

“i need you to show me where this cafe is.”

jeonghan sighed. “can’t you just look it up? cafe nomu.” he wrote the characters with his finger in the air. “no-mu. use naver.”

“i get lost easily,” you said, standing up. jeonghan wondered if you were telling the truth. “we can go together?”

jeonghan watched you pack up your things, confused. “why?”

you paused, looking at him. “why not?”

he was getting real sick of people asking him why not.

“did i drive you away?” he asked instead, nodding at your now packed bag.

“no, i was headed out soon anyways.” you swung the bag over your shoulder and picked up the untouched americano. “do you want this?”

jeonghan couldn’t help but scoff as you handed him the glass that had been the subject of his staring all afternoon. “you can't be serious.”

you grinned and patted his shoulder. “i’m y/n, by the way. i’ll see you in class?”

he squinted at you as you walked away, suddenly confused by the quick succession of questions you had thrown back and forth. you were cute, sure, and his distaste for you was misplaced, perhaps, but he couldn't help the annoyance that bubbled up in him as you sauntered out of the cafe like you had won a debate. he walked back to the counter and set down the americano, an excited seokmin waiting for him.

“so?” he grabbed the glass and dumped it in the sink behind the counter. “how’d it go?”

jeonghan looked at the door you had left out of. “i think i just got asked out.”

“what?” seokmin’s hands made fists in front of him while he grinned. “y/n did? are you serious? you said yes, right?”

“not really,” he replied, looking back at the younger and exhaling deeply. “but i don’t think i can avoid it.”

you had known of yoon jeonghan for a while. a class here and there, a few mutual friends, and of course at the cafe. but the night you learned his name really stuck out to you, when he had been singing at a karaoke bar right after finals last quarter.

it was common to celebrate the end of finals week with partying and drinking, and your friends had invited you out to barhop until the sun came up. you started at a dance club, had way too much rum at a hula themed place, took tequila shots at a gay bar, then landed at a karaoke bar with a can of beer in your fist and a grin on your face. your friends liked to sing, so you had fun encouraging them to get on the slightly raised stage and show their chops. 

“no, no, no,” mingyu said, grabbing your hands as you tried to push him towards the dj. “no way, i recognize the names on the list. there’s real singers here.”

you looked at the screen that displayed the queue. “what do you mean? who?”

“that guy,” mingyu said, pointing at the screen easily, despite you having to crane your neck to even view it. “no way. he’s in jihoon’s band, i’m not following that guy.”

“hangguk’s angel yoon jeonghan,” you read, squinting. “sounds like a pretentious asshole.”

mingyu laughed. “wait til you hear his voice, you’ll see how he got the name.”

"y/n's right," jun interjected, leaning heavily against the standing table your quad squad had claimed, pouring more soju for himself and whoever would claim the other glass. "he is a pretentious asshole."

you pointed at him, brows raised at mingyu. "jun is never wrong."

mingyu rolled his eyes. "pretentious assholes can still sound like angels."

“where the fuck have you been,” you asked, startled by your third and final friend suddenly appearing beside you.

“around,” vernon said, sipping at the nondescript brown liquid in his glass through a bright pink straw. he laughed when you quirked an eyebrow at him. “soonyoung’s here with his posse, he caught me while i was getting another drink.”

“see!” mingyu shook your shoulder, nearly choking after downing jun’s companion shot. “i told you! jihoon’s band.”

you whacked his bicep. “who cares? just go queue a rap song or something, you pussy.”

the singers cycled through and you cheered on many of your fellow drunk university students as they sang with no remorse. jun dragged you onto the tiny dancefloor and forced you to help him hype up soonyoung - his dance team captain - as he screamed along to hurricane. then one of vernon's friends performed a near flawless rendition of shake it by sistar after yelling something about bringing the summer to this cold winter night, earning him a cheering and dancing crowd, and you had known far more of the choreo than you had thought. mingyu was whooping and hollering at you playfully every time you threw your ass out to the song, and he only got louder when jun and vernon did their best to follow along with you, and you had almost forgotten about the name that everyone insisted was to be feared.

“that guy?” you asked, the self-proclaimed angel stepping onto the stage. you recognized him immediately. “that’s my barista.”

mingyu made a noise that almost resembled whistling, if he had been capable of doing so. “i should start studying with you next quarter.”

and when he sang, it clicked. despite the tonal difference, you couldn't help but become enthralled by his voice. gyu was right. pretentious assholes could still sound like angels, and perhaps that was by design.

his voice drifted through your head again when you noticed him in your visual culture class, seated and giggling at his phone on the first day of the quarter. 

"you have another class with him?" mingyu groaned a week later, walking beside you. "why you? why aren’t there hot guys in my major?"

"because pre-med kids are too busy to be hot."

he gave you a look. "damn, okay. like, you're not wrong, but damn."

you rolled your eyes. "don't act like you don't love being the pre-med heartthrob. you would be pissed if you had competition."

"anyways, are you gonna ask him out?"

you pause at the stop light to wait for your turn to cross, turning towards him. "why would i do that?"

“because he’s hangguk’s angel yoon jeong-honey voice,” mingyu said, moving his head as he dramatically pronounced each syllable in your face. “if you’re not already in love with him, you will be soon, and it sounds like fate's trying to bring you together. didn’t you say he’s your barista?”

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, and his americanos suck now. i don’t even drink it when he makes them anymore.”

he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “what the hell? why do you still go there, then?”

you pouted. “it’s quiet and there’s a comfy armchair.”

weeks passed, and you continued to spot jeonghan in your class when you arrived, hearing the faint sound of his singing voice in your head. when he took your order at the cafe, he had a vague snottiness to his voice, and while you absolutely believed that this was the same person as the one you saw sing a soft love ballad with a sobering intensity at two in the morning, you still struggled to connect it to the one you watched run off the stage, immediately curling into himself and laughing with his friends in embarrassment.

you became more and more fascinated by yoon jeonghan as time passed, but his americanos continued to suck. so when he suggested a cafe with better espresso, you lit up. and when he got flustered, letting down his guard unintentionally, you lit up even more. that was the drunk, embarrassed boy you had seen, pink faced and giggling as he hid behind his friends.

jeonghan sat in his usual seat in class, anxiously glancing up at the door every time a group of people entered the lecture hall. when you arrived, your usual minute before the turn of the hour, he rubbed his palms against his sweats. the sweats that he had worn with the specific intention of making sure you didn't think he was trying too hard to look nice around you. despite that fact, part of him still felt annoyed that you were also dressed down, swimming in a hoodie several sizes too big for you. he tried to make sense of the sudden nerves he had, but not once did he consider they were because he thought you were disgustingly adorable.

instead of taking your usual spot, you marched right up to jeonghan’s table and grinned. “is this seat taken?”

he blinked at you. “yes.”

you laughed and slid into the seat beside him anyways, ignoring the dagger stare from a girl across the room that usually sat beside jeonghan silently. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“how do you expect me to react? you’ve never even smiled at me before yesterday.”

shrugging, you put your bag on the table and leaned back in your seat, assuming your usual position for this particular class. “you didn’t deserve it before yesterday.”

jeonghan wanted to argue with you, but the professor cleared his throat and introduced the subject of the lecture.

after only ten minutes, jeonghan could have sworn he heard you snoring. he poked your shoulder with his pen.

you looked over at him, eyebrow quirked. you mouthed a “what” at him.

he exhaled suddenly, mouth forming a vague smile more in disbelief than from being entertained. he seemed annoyed with you, despite the fact that he was the one interrupting your allocated meditation time. he leaned forward, turning his body towards you and spoke in a hushed tone. “how can you do that every day and still be top of the class?”

you mirrored his body language, leaning forward over the desk and resting your cheek on a fist, speaking in the same hushed tone. “visual culture is subjective. as long as you understand the concept; i-e, how we as humans visually design the world around us and how that becomes an important aspect of our place in nature, in the universe, in existence, etcetera; then you can write about literally anything. my last essay was about skate parks. the more opinionated the essay, the better score you get.” you pointed a finger at the man speaking at the front of the class. “i watched the prof’s ted talk before the quarter started - every lecture is just a regurgitation of the same concepts. it’s an easy a, as long as you have strong opinions.”

jeonghan stared at you for what felt like an eternity. “you do seem like you have strong opinions.”

“and you don’t, yoon jeonghan?”

he supposed he couldn’t argue with that, but it still frustrated him to no end that you had found some kind of loophole that he had missed. you gamed the system better than he could, and he had been stuck pouring over his friend’s notes from the previous quarter and bullshitting some essays about architecture that he didn't give a shit about. and so, instead of spending his whole class stewing like he normally did, he decided to waste no time adopting your approach, pulling his sweatshirt hood over his head and catching up on some missed sleep. when he woke up again, it was to your prodding finger.

“what time is it,” he said immediately, squinting at his surroundings. he suddenly remembered he was in class as he saw fellow students packing up their things and filing out. he looked at you, blinking at your grinning face.

“time for coffee,” you said, tugging on the drawstrings of the light blue hoodie he wore. “did you have any sweet dreams?”

jeonghan shoved his blank notebook into the tote bag he used for classes and stood. “of course not.”

“i did,” you said, throwing your bag over your shoulder and following him down the hall steps. “i dreamt you paid at the cafe.”

he turned, eyeing your shiteating grin from behind his hood. “yeah, keep dreaming.”

“worth a shot,” you said, trotting down beside him. “so, what’s your major, yoon jeonghan?”

he rolled his eyes, almost forgetting about your habit of calling him by his full name. “do you really care?”

“what else are we gonna talk about, my drinking problem?”

despite himself, jeonghan laughed, looking over at you as you left the lecture hall. “maybe! how bad is it?”

you grinned, feeling successful from making him break his serious persona. “wouldn’t you like to know.”

he clicked his tongue, pushing open the doors of the social studies building. “no fun.”

“you’ll have to invite me to a bar next time,” you said, following after him out the door into the sunshine that cascaded over the quad. it was a beautiful spring day, but a bit chilly, and you shoved your hands into your sweatshirt pocket.

“hmm,” jeonghan said, letting his blue hood fall off his head as he stretched in the sun. “i only really go to one bar.”

you watched him bask for a moment, wondering how many sides of him you had yet to see. his hair was dark, but the lighter chocolate tones reflected in the sun. “bet i can guess which one.”

jeonghan paused on the sidewalk, making you walk ahead of him a couple steps before you turned towards him questioningly. “okay, yeah. guess. you won’t get it.”

you size him up a moment, taking his words as a challenge. “if i guess right, you buy coffee?”

he exhaled, an amused smile on his face. “why are you so obsessed with me buying you coffee?”

“it tastes better free.”

“okay, fine. but if you’re wrong, you buy.”

you groaned. “do you know how many bars are in this city? that doesn’t seem fair.”

jeonghan resumed walking, gesturing for you to guess. “i’ll give you three tries.”

you chewed your cheek, trying to conceal your sly grin. “okay, three tries. deal?”

he nodded. you made it way too easy for him to win. “deal.”

“let me think.” jeonghan watched your feet fall easily into step beside him. “what bar has a stupid gimmick you would be into... pie bar?”

he shook his head, almost laughing at your teasing. “i’ve been there before, but it's not really my thing.”

you exhaled sharply. “shouldn’t that count for a stick of gum or something?” jeonghan laughed, insisting that this was an all or nothing situation. “then i give up.”

“you can’t give up!” jeonghan said. “you said deal. no going back.”

“fine," you pouted. "why can't i remember any bar names? uhh, r place?”

he stopped. “the gay club?”

you stopped, looking at him expectantly. “well?”

jeonghan laughed as he walked again. “no, not r place. jesus. you have one last chance. i’m really excited to order something expensive today.”

you chewed your cheek. “where would someone like yoon jeonghan go to drink… hanguk’s angel yoon jeonghan…”

he stopped in his tracks. “what did you just say?”

you tapped on your chin with a finger, arms crossed. “yoon jeong-honey voice… where would someone like him go? maybe… a karaoke bar?”

“hey, hey-” jeonghan pointed at you accusingly. “are you serious? you’ve seen me?”

“hmm,” you continued, laughing as you avoided his gaze. “oh, i know! the rockbox!”

“yah!” jeonghan was laughing, pointing at you in disbelief. “what the hell! this isn’t fair!”

“you said deal, no going back.” you grinned in victory. “wow, maybe i’ll order something expensive. i can’t believe i won.”

jeonghan’s tongue ran over his teeth as he watched you giggle and happily trot ahead of him. “fine, fine. you win. when did you see me there?”

“after winter finals,” you said, cheesing. “i was there with friends and you sang.”

he tutted. “damn. did i just miss you or did you not sing?”

“i don’t sing,” you said, smiling as he continued walking with you. “my friends do, though. and i was forced to be in soonyoung’s hype squad for hurricane.”

jeonghan clapped suddenly, remembering in his perhaps too drunk stupor that seungcheol had pointed you out, calling you “the cutie that keeps looking at him.” he had, admittedly, checked you out, despite the fact that he had been too embarrassed by his too-serious song to go and talk to you, and he had thought you looked familiar. “oh my god! yes! i did see you! how do you know soonyoung?”

“mutual friends,” you said. “chwe hansol?

he nodded. “we’ve met once, i think. were you there with junhui?”

“yeah, actually,” you said, remembering the opinion of jeonghan your friend had volunteered up for you. “how do you know him?”

“i haven’t talked to him a lot directly, but i know both his roommates pretty well,” jeonghan said. "we do music together.”

“ah, yes,” you nodded in recollection, but refusing to acknowledge how insanely pretentious it was of him to say something like we do music together. “jihoon’s unnamed but immensely prolific band.”

he rolled his eyes. “why is it jihoon’s band? why can’t it be jeonghan’s band?”

“don’t ask me,” you said, putting up hands in innocence. “i didn’t even know it existed until that night. mingyu wouldn’t shut up about it.”

the name sounded familiar to jeonghan, but he moved on as the two of you reached a stop light. “do you go there a lot? or was that a one time thing?”

you eyed him. “this is starting to sound like an invitation, hannie.”

he didn’t comment on the nickname, despite the weird way his arms tingled at it. “you should learn what an invitation actually sounds like. you tend to assume a lot.”

you laughed heartily, and jeonghan ignored the way his stomach flitted while you started to cross the street. “call it wishful thinking, but i think i get you, yoon jeonghan.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

you never answered his question, but grinned instead, which gave jeonghan a sense of unease and a touch of curiosity. as he led you to cafe nomu, he caught himself smiling. laughing. enjoying your company and conversation.

maybe shua hadn’t been completely off base.

by the time jeonghan had realized that his feelings towards you might have evolved from vague malice into something more akin to genuine interest, he was pushing open the door to the cafe for you and mentally double checking that he had put on deodorant that morning, cursing his inability to control his own nerves. ah, he thought. that explained the weird feeling he got waiting for you in class, too. and why he got flustered the day before at his work. he only snapped out of his crowded mind when he heard you ordering an iced americano.

“and for you?”

jeonghan blinked at you, then at the barista that was addressing him. “make that two.”

“thank you for the coffee,” you said, pressing your hands together as he inserted his card.

he waved you off, chuckling, but kept his eyes as far from yours as he could. “a deal is a deal.”

you looked around the quiet cafe, quickly scoping out the seat options as jeonghan accepted the buzzer for your order. he thought it was a little silly, considering the two of you were half of the customers in the cafe currently, but said nothing as he turned it over in his fingers, standing next to you.

“there?” you asked, pointing at a table by a window.

jeonghan bit his cheek, thinking about how joshua would likely be walking down this street to go to his shift, if he had one. “yeah, wherever.”

you were already on your way to the seat when he responded, and he followed, dropping his bag off his shoulder to hang on the hook under the table.

“i thought you were going to get something expensive,” he teased, sitting across from you.

laughing lightly, you pulled your phone out of your hoodie pocket and set it on the table. “you said the espresso was good, i wanted to try it.”

“don’t you not like coffee?” jeonghan asked, squinting at you.

“i love coffee,” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“then why don’t you drink the americanos i make?”

he was leaning forward, staring at you, fingers folding over each other on the table. you pouted, avoiding his eyes suddenly. “no reason.”

leaning back again, he kept a wary eye on you. “that’s convincing.”

“good, it’s the truth.”

jeonghan decided to put a pin in that interrogation in favor of asking you your major.

you laughed again, making a small smile appear on his face. "communications," you answered, despite thinking of how he denied the same question from you earlier.

he let out a low "wah" and cocked his head. "what's up with that? same major."

"really?" you leaned over the table. "what year are you?"

"third."

you put a peace sign next to your eye like you were posing for a photo. "second."

you couldn't help but giggle at the "pfft" that spilled out of jeonghan's lips as he laughed at you, muttering a "really" under his breath at your pose. he was running a hand through his extremely soft and fluffy looking hair when the buzzer went off, and you blinked yourself awake from your trance to nod after he said he would go get the drinks. 

admitting to it was the last thing you wanted, but you couldn’t help but hear mingyu’s voice rattling around your head, telling you that you would fall for jeonghan eventually. you had once thought he was completely up his own ass, but you kept getting glimpses of this really cute, really sweet version of him, and it made you want to get to know him better. additionally, it was getting harder to find people that would happily play along with your teasing, and he had no qualms teasing you right back.

when he returned with the americanos, you pressed your hands together in another thank you before taking a sip. he slid back into his seat and looked at you expectantly. "well? what do you think?"

you paused a moment, appraising the flavor. "delicious. thank you."

after he sipped at his own, he nodded. "the beans here are really good. balanced. i wish i could convince my boss to source better stuff."

you watched him sip again, letting out a praise under his breath. you sighed. "i have a confession."

his eyebrows quirked at you, and he did his best to not show the way his stomach flipped. "what kind?"

"i don't drink your americanos because they're shit."

there was silence as he processed your words, and you wondered if you had royally fucked up by saying something. suddenly, he was laughing, and you stared at him in shock as he calmed down. "oh my god, yeah, they are."

"wait, you know?"

"i-" jeonghan paused, rubbing his face, still laughing. "god, this is so stupid. i burn your shots."

your jaw dropped open, but a smile creeped across your face as you understood. "wait, on purpose?"

"you never smile!" he attempted to explain himself with a bit too much enthusiasm, finding his own pettiness ridiculous in hindsight. "not even when i smiled at you. i had a grudge. i'm sorry."

you were sipping your non-burnt americano with a sly look on your face. you wanted to be mad at the wasted money on countless gross americanos, but somehow, you couldn't be. "do you hold grudges against everyone or am i just lucky?"

"uh, depends," jeonghan said, crossing his arms and thinking. "when the prof that failed my roommate comes in, i burn his shots, too. i think he might like it that way, though, because he's always really nice to me."

you almost snorted. "well, you owe me a lot of coffee."

he nodded and sighed, resigning to his fate. "when you come in, your coffee's on me. and i won't burn it this time."

you pouted a second, and jeonghan barely caught it, but he thought the expression was far too cute. "i was hoping you would invite me out again."

"again?" he asked, letting a few 'ha's fall from his lips in quick succession. "you mean for the first time?"

you gestured to the cafe you sat in. "was this not your idea?"

he rolled his eyes. "you invited yourself out and held me hostage."

"does that mean you have stockholms?"

he laughed at the diagnosis, remembering the class you claimed you had both taken the year before. "you're a very charming captor."

you smiled at the compliment, despite the sinister implication.

the next time you saw jeonghan, it was saturday. you had rolled out of bed far earlier than you had intended to when you had fallen asleep at 4 am after a very drunk and extremely conflict heavy game of uno with the guys. you winced at the sunlight streaming through your shitty dorm blinds, fumbling your way to the water dispenser on your desk to rehydrate.

you stared at your roommate's empty bed, remembering they had said they worked early shifts this weekend as you brushed your teeth, and you wondered how they had dealt with you stumbling into the dorm in the wee hours of the day.

you almost gagged on your toothbrush. an empty room on a saturday morning with too little sleep and a nasty hangover, you thought. bad decisions could never be made under these circumstances.

"does jeonghan's cafe do breakfast sandwiches?" you thought aloud with a mouth full of toothpaste, leaning over the sink to spit. you kind of remembered seeing them on the menu, though you never thought to get anything beyond the occasional muffin. maybe today was the day.

after washing your face and cleaning up your hair a bit, you had to dig in your clothes to find your favorite pair of black sweats and a shirt to tuck in. you last minute decided to bring your good headphones, just in case hanguk's angel wasn't there to bug, and ran out the door with your wallet and phone, a pair of sunglasses shoved onto your face.

the walk to his cafe is short from the dorms you lived in, which was another reason you liked it there. it was warmer than it had been during the week, and you watched a big muscular dog running alongside its owner. before long, you were tugging open the door, seeing no line. you grinned at how lucky you were as you pulled your headphones down to your neck.

"yoon jeonghan! you are working!"

he seemed startled by your voice, his shoulders raising slightly as he turned towards the door. "oh, what the hell? what are you doing here at 9:30 on a saturday?"

you pouted, walking up to the counter and tugging off your sunglasses. "are you not happy to see me?"

his laugh was genuine and completely out of his control. "sure i am. nice eyebags."

that, you noted, was the first time jeonghan had ever greeted you with a smile, and it seemed appropriate that it was paired with an insult. "thanks, i'm violently hungover right now." you said, noticing your best friend's roommate standing further back behind the counter, pretty obviously pretending to not be listening to you.

"do you wanna redeem a free americano?" he asked, poking at the touchscreen register.

you hummed, crossing your arms and staring at the menu board. "not today, i wanna try a latte. something tasty, and something for breakfast. what do you think?"

jeonghan stared at you, and you stared back, a small smile on your face. he blinked. "have you ever tried lavender?"

"lavender?" you shook your head, genuinely surprised. "is that a good flavor?"

he nodded, looking down at the screen and adding items to your order. "we have this seasonal syrup that we make in house," he said. "it's my favorite one of the year. honey, lavender, and vanilla bean. big one?"

you blinked at the cup sizes, trying to remember how many bottles of soju you had bought the night before, and subsequently how much money was left in your account. "uh, yeah."

"will you be offended if i give you a vegetarian sandwich? it's the best one."

you cocked your head. "i mean, if it's the best one…"

jeonghan smiled slightly, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. "it's the best one. and it's my secret hangover cure."

you noticed his card too late. "hey, what are you doing?"

he quirked an eyebrow at you. "buying your coffee. like i said i would."

"that was way more than an americano."

"and i've burned way more than an americano," jeonghan reminded you. "and if you don't accept that, i'm buying you breakfast as a peace offering."

your eyebrows raised. "a peace offering?" 

he avoided your gaze. "i've decided you're not a pretentious asshole."

you laughed at his word choice, and how it mirrored your own. "i mean, i can be kind of pretentious sometimes. and a major asshole a lot of the time."

jeonghan grinned. "me too."

he washed his hands and passed along the sandwich order to his coworker as he moved to the espresso machine, briefly explaining to you that he was completely useless with food as soon as a heat source becomes involved, but assured you that seokmin was a master with a turbochef, and that your sandwich was in the best hands.

you giggled, watching his hands as he found a squeeze bottle and shot the contents into a glass. "i trust you."

his eyes flicked to you briefly, and you leaned against the drink pickup counter, squinting at the syrup. he held the glass that would soon be your drink up for you. "see the specs? real vanilla."

you hummed. "it smells good."

"it tastes like sunshine, i swear to god."

your eyes followed his hands as he expertly filled and packed the portafilter with fresh grounds. he felt you watching him, and did his best to suppress the itch to fumble. you watched him not burn your shots, stirring them with the syrup and pouring milk from a jug. he added ice, put a metal straw in the tall glass, then placed it on the counter in front of you.

you made sure to smile when you told him thank you, and jeonghan was pretty sure he would have collapsed from how cute he found you if he had slightly less resolve. 

"veggie sando for… y/n?" seokmin announced to the cafe, eyes creasing into a laugh as he appeared with a plate.

you gave seokmin a nervous smile. "sorry for staying over so late. i didn't know you worked this morning."

jeonghan looked between you suspiciously as seokmin assured you it was fine, claiming he was knocked out by midnight and didn't even know when you left. who did seokmin live with again? jeonghan chewed on his cheek as he put your drink and sandwich on a tray.

your eyes flicked over to the front counter as a few customers entered the cafe, seokmin already heading over to greet them and begin the order. you tried not to let your disappointment show when you told jeonghan you should probably let him get back to work. he tried to not let his show, either, when he nodded in agreement. neither of you did a great job.

"someone's clocking on in half an hour, i can take a break then. don't leave?"

his almost pleading tone made your lip twitch upward. "don't act so clingy, hannie."

he grinned, then stopped you before you picked up the tray. "first- hang on," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it, quickly going to the keypad as he looked over his shoulder at the customers. "give me your number."

your eyes met his briefly as you took the phone, quickly punching in your digits and tapping to add yourself to his contacts. he smiled at the profile name - "americano" - as you picked up your tray and headed to your favorite armchair. even as he was making other drinks and serving other customers, he couldn't take his eyes off you, sitting in your armchair with your headphones on. it had only been two days since he saw you last, but he hadn't thought of anything but you the entire time. he had almost considered asking shua to swap shifts with him so he could have a chance of seeing you the day before, but he knew his coworker would refuse to take the saturday opening shift. he spent his whole afternoon off sitting on the couch in his apartment, staring at the back of his roommate's chair, trying to figure out why he didn't ask for your number.

"hey," jihoon said, and jeonghan had only then noticed that his roommate had spun his tall cushioned chair around to look back at him. "i said, do you know when seungcheol invited people around tomorrow?"

jeonghan stared at him for a second, then sighed dramatically, rubbing his eye. 

"woah," the younger laughed and leaned back in his seat. "who'd you sleep with last night? i need to warn them you're crazy."

"no one," jeonghan pouted. "what the hell? i'm not crazy."

"hyung, i say this with the most respect i can," he said, leaning forward. "you're batshit, especially when you catch feelings for a one night stand."

"ugh, whatever," jeonghan pushed the pillow off his lap and ran a hand through his hair. "we didn't even do anything."

jihoon squinted at him a moment. "okay, hang on, i feel like our definitions of not doing anything are different."

he rolled his eyes. "we didn't do anything," he repeated, standing from the couch and walking over to the kitchen to get water. "like, nothing. we didn't even touch each other. not once."

jihoon looked around, trying to understand what he meant. "i'm confused. you didn't touch your one night stand?"

"it wasn't a one night stand!" jeonghan threw a dagger glare at the other before he drank his water, muttering a "really" beneath his breath.

jihoon's face didn't change. "so… you went on a date?"

jeonghan swallowed the water hard, putting the glass down on the counter and leaning against it. "kinda."

"you are really not making this easy for me at all."

"we got coffee," he said finally. "we have a class together, and we made a stupid bet over who would pay, and they fucking tricked me, so i had to pay for it and we talked for, like, a stupid long time, and i think i actually really…" he exhaled, both hands rubbing his face. "i think i really like them."

jihoon whistled. "i just wanna say before the moment passes that it is incredibly on brand for you to fall for someone because they conned you into buying them coffee."

jeonghan glared at the younger, but he couldn't argue. "we got coffee and talked and then they just…" his palms faced the sky as he gestured, shoulders raised. "they just left. i didn't even get their number."

"okay, and?" jihoon swivelled back and forth in his chair. "you have a class together. you'll literally see them next week."

he groaned, pressing his forehead against the fridge. "but i wanna see them now."

and now, he was seeing you. much sooner than he had expected, yet not soon enough. the saturday morning rush began to pick up, and even when an additional barista arrived, jeonghan wondered if he would actually be able to slip away for a break.

"go ahead," seokmin said, grabbing the steamed milk pitcher from his hand. "me and hyejoo can handle it for a minute."

jeonghan looked at the shrinking line and nodded, quickly pulling off his apron as he walked around the counter. he knew he didn't have a lot of time, and pulling up a chair seemed silly, so he instead just squatted and folded his arms over the arm of your favorite seat.

you looked up from your phone at the motion, pulling your headphones off and grinning. "hey! the drink is delicious and extremely not burnt."

he smiled, noticing it was almost gone. "i'm glad! it's still busy, so i can't really take a proper break, but i wanted to ask you something."

you squinted at him. "what kind of something?"

"do you have plans tonight?"

"depends," you said, turning your body to face him better as you sucked on your cheek. "what's going on?"

jeonghan exhaled, amused. "my roommate is having people over for a few drinks or something, it'd be cool if you came by?"

you looked at a light, gauging the state of your hangover. your voice almost cracked when you asked "tonight?"

"you don't have to drink," he said, remembering what you had told him earlier. "and you can, like, bring a friend if you want. i know it's weird that i'm inviting you to my place."

you thought a moment. "don't you live with lee jihoon?"

jeonghan blinked. "uh, yeah?"

"i'll bring a friend," you said, tapping your fingers on the back of your phone. you looked back to him and smiled. "text me details?"

jeonghan stood. "yeah, i'll text you," he said, glancing up at the door where more customers were walking in. "fuck, i should go."

you followed his gaze. "i think i'll stick to weekdays. this place gets crazy on the weekends."

"tell me about it." he started to walk back to the counter. "i'll talk to you later?"

you smiled and nodded at him, and you waved enthusiastically at him as you were headed out about ten minutes later.

"i'm still waiting for a text," you teased, peeking over the counter as he made a drink.

he laughed. "i'll get to it when i get to it."

"thanks for the sandwich, seokmin! it was delicious!"

seokmin waved at you with a big grin and you looked back at jeonghan.

"i'll see you tonight?"

he nodded, a smug smile teasing his lips. "yeah, i'll see you tonight."

you didn't show the way your stomach flipped when he made eye contact with you, but you slid your sunglasses back on and put your headphones back on your head, and walked to the rhythm of love songs in the sun on your way to your friend's apartment, a stupid childish giggle threatening to surface the entire time.

"hey, is mingoo around?"

minghao blinked at you, standing at his front door with a smile on your face. "dude, you left like four hours ago. what are you even doing here."

"uh, no, myungho, i left like seven hours ago, get it right." he let you walk past him into the apartment. "is he still asleep?"

"is that actually a question?"

you trotted into mingyu's room, humming along to the song playing through the headphones around your neck as you pulled open his blinds.

"god, what the fuck," his rough voice went behind you. "the hell is wrong with you. go home."

"that's not a very nice way to treat the person that's gonna set you up with your future ex-husband."

mingyu's hair stuck in several different directions and his eyes were still squeezed shut, but he had pushed himself off his pillow enough for you to know you caught his attention. "which one?"

you grinned. "the one with the pretty voice."

"wait," mingyu fumbled with his comforter as he tried to sit up. "wait, hang on. jihoon?" you laughed and nodded as he sniffed noisily. "he is not my future ex-husband, y/n. he's it. he's the one that's gonna make an honest woman out of me."

"well, lady, get ready to be honest, because i got an invite to a kickback at his apartment tonight and i snagged a plus one."

he squinted at you. "what's the catch?"

you rolled your eyes. "there isn't always a catch. maybe i'm just trying to be nice."

"yeah, uh huh." mingyu flopped back onto his bed, rubbing his eyes. "why didn't you just text me or something? it's so early."

"it's like, barely morning."

"it's ten."

you exhaled. "it's 11:17, asshole. are you going with me or not?"

mingyu groaned and flopped around, his head aching from the drinks that had stopped too recently. "when?"

"uhh," you stalled as you checked your phone. no new messages. "not sure yet. i'm waiting on a text."

he squinted at you. "who's texting you? soonyoung?"

you shrugged. "sure."

"oh my god, it's jeonghan, isn't it?"

"whaaaaaat?" you deadpanned, walking over to mingyu's bed to sit on the edge, staring at your phone. "why would i be waiting on a text from that loser?"

"i knew you were acting stupid yesterday for a reason," he accused. "and you asked jun what his deal was. you like him, don't you? what did he do? did he corner you?"

"absolutely not," you said, sighing and throwing your phone down on his bed, slightly offended by him saying you were acting stupid but truly not being able to remember if he was wrong. "i cornered him, at his workplace, no less. then i made him buy me coffee. then i showed up to his workplace, again, incredibly hungover, and he still asked for my number."

mingyu's lips formed a pout as he hummed, rubbing his eye again. "never would have pegged jeonghan as the simping type, but sure."

"shut up," you laughed, and mingyu whined about whether or not you had washed your hands when you plopped your palm against his face. he pushed your wrists away. "do you still have that bottle of white wine?"

"you mean the one hao refuses to drink even though i spent good money on it for his fucking birthday? yeah, why?"

you grabbed your phone again, despite it not vibrating. "it'd probably make a good first impression if you bring a nice bottle to the kickback you were last minute invited to. i bet jihoon will be so impressed by your manners."

mingyu blinked heavily. "you're devious. what about you?"

"i don't need a good first impression," you said. "i already made an awful one and he still likes me."

he sighed. "you always have been a charming dickhead."

you grinned at your best friend. "thanks, babe."

mingyu groaned against his palms. "god, fuck, i was supposed to study for my exam today."

you clicked your tongue. "that sucks dick."

"you suck dick."

you pouted out your lips when you got a text from an unknown number. "i'm trying."

you hadn't fully decided yet how you were going to make sure jeonghan really liked you, especially after jun regaled his "disgusting sexcapades," as he described them. you took his words with a grain of salt, considering the guy had an extremely low opinion of him from the get go, but either way, could you really blame jeonghan for putting his incredibly good looks and charm to use?

you, however, found flings incredibly uninteresting. most of the men that went after you were dull at best, and definitely would have fallen for any stupid prank you had played on them. with jeonghan, though, there was a challenge. there was always the chance he would out-trick you. it was new and exciting. playing with people, you decided, was only fun when there were some stakes involved.

inviting you to have drinks at his place seemed like such a transparent ploy to get laid, but you couldn't help but expect more from him. something told you he knew that you wouldn't be that easy, and you wondered what his game was.

i think i'm here >

which apartment was it? >

you definitely could have scrolled up in your conversation with jeonghan to check, especially since mingyu was complaining next to you on the street outside the apartment building, but you preferred the power move of asking again. you hadn't considered, though, that jeonghan was absolutely the type to know exactly what you were trying as soon as he saw the notification and make you wait. you squinted at the window that clearly had a party going on inside of it, willing the boy to respond.

"bro, it's apartment 2-b. soonyoung says he's 'the b in 2-b' like, every chance he gets. let's just go up."

"hang on, i'm plotting," you said, putting up a finger and scrolling through your contacts.

mingyu groaned as you put the phone to your ear, pressing the cold wine bottle against his eye. "you are the most annoying person i've ever met."

"yet you ask me to hang out constantly."

mingyu glared at you with his uncovered eye. "i also watch a lot of shit television, so don't take my taste as gospel."

inside, soonyoung patted down his pockets when he heard his ringtone, then looked at the kitchen counter where he had left it when he was making drinks. he grinned wide when he saw the contact info and practically yelled when he answered the phone. "y/n! please tell me you're finally coming over?"

jeonghan heard your name, his head whipping towards the sound. he stared at soonyoung, phone to his ear as he laughed into it, and he exhaled when he realized what you had done. he looked down at the ignored notification on his phone, his thought process being that you would call as it became more urgent.

and you had, just not him. he cursed under his breath. you were always one step ahead.

"yeah, second floor! come on up, i'll meet you at the stairs!"

jeonghan watched soonyoung shove his feet into a pair of slides and exit the apartment, then quickly downed the rest of his drink. he was gonna need an excuse to ask if you wanted one.

you followed soonyoung down the hall as he excitedly chattered about how he didn't know you were coming.

mingyu laughed. "yeah, we didn't either. y/n got an invite from jeonghan this morning."

"jeonghan?" soonyoung looked at you. "i didn't know you knew each other."

"i enjoy being a mystery," you said, checking quickly to see if your message had been seen yet.

soonyoung couldn't help but laugh at the idea of you and his roommate, especially with a few drinks in him. "you definitely suit each other."

jeonghan hadn't lied when he said people were coming over for drinks, but he had definitely made it seem much smaller than it was. the living area had enough people that you didn't want to bother counting, but probably somewhere in the twenties. there was music playing, but the conversational chatter was still audible over the beat, and people were laughing with each other on just about every surface you could see. you noticed jihoon by the kitchen counter as you were taking off your shoes, and grabbed mingyu's arm to face him towards you.

"jesus, fuck," he stumbled over his own shoes. "why do i hang out with you?"

"he's in the kitchen and he's alone," you said, your fingers digging into his bicep. "now's your chance. ask him where you should put the wine."

mingyu peeked over his shoulder, then looked back at you with wide eyes. "are you serious? right now?"

"right now," you reassured. "you got this, big guy. you're hot, smart, and tall. say you like his music and blow his mind."

he exhaled, his lips forming an o, and shook his hand nervously. "okay. okay. thank you. i love you. i'm sorry i ever called you annoying."

you laughed, smacking his arm. "love you too, goo."

he shut his eyes and spun, walking towards the boy of his affections. you watched him for a moment, though slyly, as you wandered into the party. you wondered where soonyoung had gone so quickly, then clenched your fist in victory when you saw jihoon get wine glasses out of a cupboard and laughed at something mingyu said.

"oh, y/n!" you spun to the familiar voice, spotting jeonghan leaning against a wall casually, half engaged in a conversation. he pushed off it as you closed the short space between you. "you made it! why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"i did," you said, cocking your head at him. "but you probably knew that."

a sideways smile creeped onto his face. "hey, are you drinking tonight? i don't wanna tempt your self proclaimed alcoholism, but i've been sitting on an empty drink for a while, i could make you one too."

you eyed the red cup in his hand. "what's on the menu?"

"paloma," he said, lifting the cup. "but i can make you something else."

you thought for a second, then looked at him. you hadn't had tequila since the night you saw him sing. "i trust your taste."

he tilted his head as he moved, gesturing for you to follow him to the kitchen. you nudged mingyu with your hip as you settled against the counter next to him to watch jeonghan make a drink for you. he looked down at you, then put an arm on your shoulder as he sipped the wine he had brought, and you noticed jihoon had a matching glass. you smiled proudly.

"mingyu?" jeonghan asked, gesturing.

you nodded, then looked up at your best friend. "this is jeonghan," you said, pointing.

mingyu smiled at him. "good luck with this one. jihoon, this is my worst friend, y/n."

"i'm also the reason he's here," you said, leaning forward to direct the speech at boy you were being introduced to. "you're welcome."

jihoon looked at you, mouth parted into an almost smile. his eyes went to jeonghan, remembering their conversation the day before, then to mingyu again, who was covering his eyes with a palm in embarrassment. "this is why they're my worst friend."

jeonghan laughed, pulling your attention back as he popped open a soda with a bottle opener. "so you're like this with everyone?"

"i’m sure i don't know what you mean," you quipped, sliding out from mingyu's arm to grab the bottle and inspect the label. "jah…ritos?"

"jarritos," jeonghan corrected, pronouncing the h sound. "mexican grapefruit soda. it's the best for palomas."

"see, this is why people think you're a prick," you said, putting the bottle back on the counter. "you get fancy soda specifically for your fancy cocktails."

he just laughed at you as he poured tequila from a bottle into two cups of ice. "if i cared what people thought, i would have changed my ways years ago."

you let that marinate for a moment, then decided the two of you were much more similar than you had originally thought. he grabbed the bowl of cut lime wedges that seungcheol had prepared and squeezed two into each cup, and you watched as he topped the drinks with the soda.

"can you handle heat?"

you looked at him. "that's a loaded question."

he laughed again, and you wondered how many palomas he had before you arrived. "i like chili on the lime, but i wanted to be nice and ask before i did it for you, too."

"i'll try anything once."

then you tried it again.

and again.

jeonghan really was charming, you thought. and pretty. and he had a lovely voice.

at some point, soonyoung found you again, just to waggle his eyebrows at jeonghan when he thought you weren't looking, and you got introduced to seungcheol, who you both recognized and were recognized by. jeonghan rolled his eyes and shoved him away when he gave him a look, remembering how he described you at the bar ages ago.

you barely even noticed the time passing, but your drinks kept draining and you kept accepting more, and you wondered if you were really stupid enough to say yes if he asked you to join him in his bedroom tonight. but the more jeonghan talked, the more you were kind of okay with the idea.

"do you wanna get out of here?"

you blinked, chin in your palm and elbow on the counter, face inches from jeonghan's as he put down his cup. "and go where?"

he pouted as he thought. "i could really go for tteokbokki right now."

at that moment, you decided jeonghan really liked you. you grinned. "that sounds so good."

he smiled back at you, and you didn't comment on the way his eyes lingered on your lips, even if you really wanted to. "better tell your chaperone."

you rolled your eyes at the title mingyu had given himself earlier when he was trying to convince you to not take a fourth drink. "don't let his stupid height trick you, he's more of a lightweight than me."

"at least you don't have to worry about him, jihoon would never try anything. the poor guy is so shy, he was probably flustered just when mingyu said hi."

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "does he have to worry about me?"

jeonghan laughed. "if i wanted to get you drunk, i would have poured heavier."

"speaking of," you said, tipping your cup. "this one suspiciously tasted like not tequila."

he stood suddenly, palms on the counter, trying to force down the blush on his ears. "if you're gonna complain about every drink i make you, maybe you should stop asking for them."

you giggled, standing and imitating his stance. "just admit you care about me, yoon jeonghan."

he looked at you, a smile teasing his lips. "only after you admit you're in love with me."

you squinted. "a draw."

he grinned. "tteokbokki?"

[altomer]

Last Great American Dynasty

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche

I stood with my toes in the sand my white dress flowing softly behind me. A smile adorned my face as a hand slipped into my own.

"You look amazing." Steve said looking at me. I continued to look at the sunset.

"So do you, Mr Mcgarrett." He smiled before watching the sun set passed the horizion.

It was perfect

And they said "There goes the last great American dynasty"

"Why can't you understand I'm trying to protect you!" Steve yelled as I stormed away from the kitchen.

"I don't know why can't you understand I don't need protecting!" I threw my hands up this was useless. I slammed the bedroom door closed and slid down it. I cradled my head in my hands. Is this even worth it anymore. A soft knock sounded against the door.

"Y/N please come out I'm sorry." His voice was soft unlike earlier. All I wanted to do was run into his arms and apologize. But I wouldn't not this time. I stayed sitting leaning my head against the wood of the door. I knew Steve was doing the same on the opposite side.

"why do we even do this?" I whispered.

There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen

He promised he wouldn't do this. He promised he wouldn't try to hold me back and "protect me". He did and it only made things worse. I stormed to my car slamming the door. I saw Steve following me out of the office. I locked the car and drove off.

I finally reached the beach. As I watched the waves lap against the shore tears flooded my eyes. I slammed my hands against the edge of the steering wheel.

"Fuck!" I threw my head back and sobbed.

Flew in all the Bitch Pack friends from the city

Danny had suggested I fly some of my friends out. That maybe I just needed a little bit of home to help me ajust. When Katie and Bre stepped off of the plane I felt just a touch better.

"Y/N!" they yelled as they threw their arms around me.

"I missed you."

Steve walked up behind me setting his hand on the small of my back. I watched as Bre smiled brightly. My stomach sunk, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Who knows, if she never showed up, what could've been

I watched as Bre flirted and Steve shrugged it off every time. They were only here for a week she would be gone in a couple of days and hopefully things would be better by then.

Katie kept me occupided she talked about her job as an epidemioligst and how her school was going. Bre was to busy oggiling Steve to pay that much attention.

I just brushed it off.

She had a marvelous time ruining everything

I couldn't belive what was happening. I clentched my fists before turning and walking out of the house. I pulled out my phone sending Steve a text

Enjoy Bre

The drive to the beach was quiet I didn't cry. I just let it sink in. My phone started going crazy so I turned it off.

They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea

The Waves were beautiful. The moon shone over them in a beautiful mosaic effect. I pulled of my jacket and threw my shoes up onto the sand.

I waded into the water until it was neck level. I pushed up my legs and floated on the water. The waves lapped under me.

Everything faded out only pictures of Steve and Bre were in my mind. He pushed her away didn't he? He wouldn't cheat it's Steve. Stevey, My best friend.

Maybe this was for the better. I let the waves push me back to shore until I was laying on the sand. I laid there for hours until I fell asleep.

I had a marvelous time ruining everything

"Y/N!" I woke up with a jolt as a voice yelled for me. Danny was bolting down the sand. "Where have you been we've been looking for you for hours. I looked at Danny and started sobbing. He just pulled me into his chest.

"Bre's gone, she left last night." he mumbled. I nodded into his chest.

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Faster Gun - Payne x Reader (Slow West)

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Payne + 21 - “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” Requested by @sufferthesea​ (Happy belated 25th Birthday!!)

Author’s Note: The first fic of my 100 Sentence prompt requests! I hope you enjoy all of these, and what I’ve done with the sentences you’ve chosen! 😁 Or... I guess in the case, the sentence you let me choose! (Line highlighted!) Please enjoy! 💙🙏💜

Faster Gun - Little Big Town

Disclaimer: Slow West Characters not mine / gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: You didn’t ever exactly want a tour guide, but Payne didn’t give you much a choice. That’s alright with you, he’s about to find out you can put up a hell of a fight...

Words: 2202

Warnings: Swearing / ...ehhhh, like a tiny little bit of sexual banter

______ You walk in six gun style Put another bullet in the chamber with your smile You move in and you don't stop Till your pretty little finger pulls the trigger and the hammer drops Cold steel, gun powder kiss Livin' for the taste of new blood on your lips Your high noon is a midnight moon Puttin' every Jesse James to shame with your killshot move Love for you is like a wild west movie You always end up on the run You draw quick and your aim is deadly And then you ride off in the sun Someday I hope you find a faster gun ---

You’d never particularly liked frequenting saloon bars when you travelled. Always too much trouble for a girl like you to get into. Even in the company of someone else, your eyes still darted from table to table before you even considered settling down at the bar. Payne didn’t really care much for that, all he wanted was a glass of something. You followed him slowly, checking that everyone else was keeping to themselves before you sat beside him, satisfied. “Don’t know why you think you’re so special, darlin’ – No one’s paying you any mind.” You folded your arms with a scoff as you regarded him – considering the kind of vulgar commentary he’d been running as he escorted you, you were sure at least one person in here thought you were worth the attention he was giving. Even when it was unwelcomed. He wouldn’t be your first choice of escort. You just happened to be a victim of circumstance. Payne had caught you off guard, repacking your things after your night at camp – and you knew he was trouble from the second you saw that smug little smirk; “Well, well, what do we have here?” You were a quick draw, but unfortunately his gun was already cocked and aimed at you. You narrowed your eyes at him, “Why don’t you just move on-!?” “And leave a girl like you all alone out here?” He gestured, not daring to take his eyes off you just in case you ended up being a decent shot, “Why don’t you let me escort you.” He didn’t expect the venom in your spat reply; “Fuck you, I’m fine alone. Probably better that way.” Your eyes traced him for a moment; he certainly looked like a whole lot of trouble. “Now, is that any way to talk to someone who is offering safe passage West?” “I don’t need your help!” You said, through gritted teeth. But it was obvious neither of you were going to budge on this. “We appear to have reached an impasse, darlin’.” “DON’T call me darling-!” That only riled you further, but apparently it only amused him. “Well you got two options, you come with me – to wherever you’re headed… or I could just kill you.” You raised an eyebrow; “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.” Although if you were honest you didn’t see the point of coming all this way just for some opportunistic asshole to shoot you. Still, neither of you were giving an inch, so you decided to be the bigger person and holster your pistol, taking it just a little on faith that he wouldn’t actually just kill you now. He didn’t, and placed his own away. You were still watching him warily as you mounted your horse. “So, where’s a pretty thing like you headed, anyhow?” You shrugged, ignoring the ‘compliment’; “Maybe the mountains… maybe I just want to know what’s beyond them.” Although your eyes flicked suspiciously to him; he better not think he was taking you all the way there. “Why would you want to escort me?” “I wouldn’t mind the company-” Your eyes narrowed and you cut in sharply before he got any further “If you think for one second that I-” “Ah! Now there’s an idea.” He smirked, and then laughed at your expression; “Now, I don’t think I caught your name, sweetheart? I’m Payne.” “Y/N.” He liked that, but not the glare you were giving him, “And I’m NOT your sweetheart.” “Can’t blame me for trying…” He urged his horse to fall inline with yours; “I think we’re gonna be good friends, Y/N.” You hated that he insisted on giving that slightly sexual edge to your name, and gave it about 2 hours before it pissed you off enough to want to kill him. Irked you even more that Payne suggested you’d be ‘friends’. Instead you kept your gaze ahead of you, and your voice steady; “We’ll see.” You constantly let him know that you weren’t overly impressed with your predicament, and for the first couple of days you were cold and distant. Payne liked running his mouth, and you were very nearly the opposite until you could trust someone to tell them anything. Obviously it was wise not to trust him as far as you could throw him. “Not very talkative are ya?” As if to prove his point, you responded only by shooting him a look. But as you were forced to spend your time with him, you found yourself warming to Payne’s ways. He still annoyed you, but you found yourself at least partial to liking him. And the more you found your attitude changing, the more talkative you got. Which pleased him no end. He was something of an awful flirt though, and you revelled in the opportunity to coldly shut him down when he took it a step too far. Payne never slipped into anything more than words, which was a good choice on his part (and he knew it) because you’d have killed him on the spot, even if you had to do it with your bare hands. Still, he noticed that in groups of people you were always uneasy, how you’d move a little closer to him. Payne never asked why that was, and he wasn’t sure you’d respond to him even if he did. Especially as on the times you’d both run into trouble you were a quicker shot than even he was. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed – but it was yet another question Payne wouldn’t be voicing. Who’d taught you to be that good? Why would a girl like you ever feel the need to be that good? Your unease made him conscientious enough to make sure that your rest breaks in towns were minimal – but sometimes he just needed the respite of not having to set up camp. So now you found yourself at the bar, where he ordered you two glasses of absinthe – this also came of no great surprise to you, considering how much of it he drank. Having said that, he’d built up a tolerance to it, and you were more than just a little careful with your measures. “You tryna kill me?” “I’d say it was probably the opposite!” Payne clinked his glass to yours and took a sip “Mmmh. Yeah that’s good stuff.” You shook your head at him slowly and turned to your glass, studying everything from the measure to the shade of green. Before he nudged you, “Look, Y/N! Will you just drink the damn thing or I’ll do it for you!” “I’m getting to it!” You pushed him back with a smile, “Give a girl a sec-!” As you continued laughing to yourselves, you’d created quite the stir in the rest of the saloon. It was quiet between tables – and now your guard was down and you were drinking. See, the reason you were so wary of everyone else was you had a substantial bounty on your head. A lot of people you’d had the misfortune to meet knew this – and there wasn’t one that wouldn’t take advantage of the opportunity to take such a bounty for themselves. Considering you knew Payne was a bounty hunter (one of the many things he’d casually mentioned during your many conversations) you were surprised he didn’t know. Or that wasn’t the reason he’d picked you up in the first place; either that or he was playing the long game, and if he was you were impressed. The whispers began to stir, and although you were listening to your companion you were aware of the strange hostility suddenly building in the room. Ah, shit. The hand not tipping your drink back reached to click the safety off your pistol. Payne clapped his hand to your shoulder; “Thata girl!” causing you to almost spit the bright green alcohol all over the bar. You swallowed with a cough and were about to turn to him to offer your sarcastic thanks, when in the bottom of the glass you caught the reflection of movement behind you. “SHIT!” You exclaimed, slamming the glass on the bar you whipped around – your shot rang out, but he wasn’t alone. You realised maybe a little too late that the whole saloon was up on its feet. You have GOT to be kidding-!? But you didn’t have much time to think beyond your trigger finger and your bullets flew in rapid succession; before you ran out of them and immediately turned to Payne – who was both stunned and useless. Snatching his gun (thankful it was loaded) you dispatched a few more, movement across the bar allowing you to dodge flying bullets and take a little bit of cover whilst collecting further scores of loaded weapons. All the while you noticed that Payne would rather sit back and watch; and wasn’t taking any fire himself. That only lead to you jumping to obvious conclusions; Asshole! I KNEW IT! The last shot rang out and the final body collapsed onto the floor; you stood shakily and brushed yourself down, blowing out a breath. “What a mess…” “Fucking extraordinary, though.” Your eyes flicked to Payne, still sitting on the bar stool – eyes wide and slow blinking as he surveyed the damage. Your pistol arm shot up immediately to turn his own gun straight at him. Payne bolted from his seat hands up; “WOAH! Y/N! Don’t take this the wrong way-!” “You expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do with this-!?” “Why would you think that-!?” “They didn’t appear to be shooting at YOU!” The accusation in your voice was apparent. “They were all so interested in you-!” As you kept walking towards him he paced backwards; he had no line of defence. “How did so many know I was going to be here, huh?” “That’s bad luck! That’s not on me, when have I had time to tell anyone?!” “You have a group, that’s what you said…” Your eyes flashed and your finger didn’t falter on that trigger. Payne inclined his head, yeah he had a gang, but he hadn’t seen them for a while since he was busy with you. Then his eyes flicked back to the barrel of the pistol, realising there were more pressing issues at hand. “But you wouldn’t want to waste a bullet, right?” You raised an eyebrow; “Huh?” He grinned, “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” Then cleared his throat; “I mean, that’s not something you have to test – you should know it’s the truth.” He waved his hands towards everyone else, “They all knew, that’s why they didn’t bother.” You very nearly laughed, but instead kept walking, hand steady; “Uh huh. Which is why you don’t want me to shoot you?” “Like I say, waste of precious resources… clearly you need ‘em.” You were a few steps from him now, hard look in your eyes that he couldn’t place. Angry and powerful; and had certainly just proved yourself a formidable force. “I’m impressed, though.” You didn’t think he needed to voice it, behind the slight fear in his eyes that you were quite capable of pulling that trigger, his expression said it all; fairly soon it faded to a cocky little smirk; “So, you have a bounty!” “Yeah.” By now the barrel of the gun was against Payne’s chest, and he had to be very careful with his choice of words if he didn’t want to end up like the rest of the patrons. “I do.” “Well, I don’t know about that, but I suggest that maybe you aught to tell the guy you hired as an escort that kind of information before he took you all the way across the West, huh?” You flashed a smirk of your own; “Wow, tell a bounty hunter I have a bounty. Sounds like a smart move for a girl trying to be careful.” By now the metal was digging into his skin, and Payne really had to hope against hope that you were being playful. You drew a breath, and that smirk become a sweet smile, blink bringing your eyes back to the gentle warmth he sometimes caught a glimpse of; “It’s good I like you.” “Oh? Why’s that?” Payne didn’t need to ask, because suddenly you’d yanked him to your lips by his coat. Your grip was strong, and even if he’d have wanted to Payne couldn’t have pulled away. Instead he went where you dragged him, arms winding around you and hands firm on your body – you knew he wouldn’t leave them respectful. You didn’t give a damn though; right now you wanted him wherever he’d place them and the kiss became hot, hungry and passionate as you backed him into the bar. He growled into the kiss, pulling back for just a second, eyebrow raised. That smug smirk of his hasn’t really dissipated; “So that’s how it is, huh?” His eyes flicked to the back of the room, and that look on his face became suggestive; “Y’know… this place has guest rooms.” You sighed with a gentle head shake; “Payne. Just shut the fuck up for once in your life and keep kissing me, damn it!”

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Skinny dipping

(edit made by me)

Summary: Y/N and Xavier unwind together after a hard day of work (well for Y/N at least) at Camp Redwood.

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted a Xavier x male!reader fic. Sorry it took me so long! But hey what better day to post than today 😉

This is my first time writing male x male, I hope it’s ok and you’ll enjoy it 😊

(English is not my first language)

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x male!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smutty (no actual sex tho), male x male, drug use, skinny dipping, handjobs, public smut

Word count: 1133

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Y/N was on his way to the lake as the sun began to set. A towel thrown over his shoulder, wearing his skimpy, tight trunks that left little for the imagination.

It has been an exhausting day. He had to take care of the youngest campers today and let’s just say they’ve been quiet a handful. He was completely worn out and just wanted to swim a few rounds to clear his head and relax before heading for bed.

Just when he took a turn around the corner of one of the cabins, he ran into a broad chest, covered in a teal shirt. Xavier.

“Hey man, I’ve been looking for you. Where are you headed?”, he asked in a joyful tone. 

“Oh just going for a swim and then to bed. Been kind of a rough day.”

“Mind if I join you? I’ve got something here", he patted the pocket of his jacket, “that can help you relax.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know.” Y/N was hesitant. Since day one Xavier has brought them into trouble, but still he couldn’t seem to stay away from the blonde. Xavier was just too intriguing. Always carrying a mischievous glimmer in his blue eyes, a smug grin adorning his mouth and a joke on his lips.

“Come on,” Xavier whined, “let’s have some fun. We didn’t get to hang out much lately. I miss my buddy.” The way he emphasized the word buddy made Y/N’s stomach tingle. 

He and Xavier were more than pals, sort of. He was always very flirty and touchy with Y/N. First he thought that was just his nature. He was always flirting, sending winks and dazzling smiles at almost everyone’s directions. But it was different with Y/N. The blonde always seemed to seek his proximity and they spend a lot of time together after their duties as counselors. Y/N was not naïve enough to believe that Xavier wanted something serious though. It was probably just a summer fling to him, but nevertheless Y/N enjoyed the attention and affection he received. 

Xavier had led him to the shore of the lake, a bit offside.

“Ok what do you have in store for me now?”, Y/N asked.

Xavier just flashed him that infamous smirk that signaled he was up to no good. He took a little glance around to check that no one would see them, before he pulled a joint out of his inside pocket.

“Are you crazy? We’re gonna get kicked out if they catch us”, Y/N panicked.

“Then we just have to make sure that we don’t get caught”, Xavier shrugged his shoulders nonchalant. “I thought you wanted to relax, this will definitely help you.”

“You know what else would help? A good night of sleep.”

Despite his concerns he let himself got roped by Xavier. Charming fucker. Always getting his way, Y/N thought, rolling his eyes.

The two young men sat down in the grass on Y/N’ s towel and Xavier pulled out a lighter to lit the joint. He took a long drag from it, letting the smoke linger inside his mouth a bit before exhaling with a long sigh. He passed it to Y/N while asking about his day.

“It was terrible”, he groaned, “I had the kids today.”

Xavier let out a gloating laugh, earning him a playful smack to the chest.

“Sorry, I’m just glad it wasn’t my turn. These little hellions can be so annoying.”

They laughed while passing the joint. Y/N laid down on his back, feeling the impact of the weed, making him a bit dizzy. Xavier soon followed him, laying close to the boys body. He could feel the warmth radiate of the taller body next to him, his skin immediately starting to heat up too.

For a while they just lay there together, watching the dark glowing orange and reddish colors switch into a pitch black, while they kept taking drags from the joint alternately. Their conversation turning into silly nonsense thanks to the weed clouding their minds.

“Hey didn’t you wanted to take a swim? We should definitely take a swim”, Xavier suddenly announced excited. The light of the nearby lanterns illuminating his beautiful features in soft, golden light, making his face glow.

He stood up and shrugged his lavender jacket off before starting to take his shirt off.

“Come on. Get your lazy ass up”, he demanded.

Y/N couldn’t bring himself to get up yet, sleepy from the day and the weed.

“Hmmm I rather lay here and enjoy the show”, he winked at him.

Xavier smirked arrogantly, well aware of his good looks and its affect on others. He proceeded peeling the fabric off his firm chest, slowly, teasingly. Y/N’s eyes followed his every move, watching the muscles in Xavier’s bicep flex as he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it on the ground. The blonde fumbled with the button of his slacks before letting them glide down his sturdy legs.

Y/N started to feel even hotter, his mind hazy. His mouth started to go dry and he licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the muscular thighs of the handsome boy in front of him. Damn those jazzercise classes really have paid of, he thought.

He could fell himself begin to harden as he raked his eyes over Xavier’s half naked form, especially when his gaze landed on the prominent bulge in his tiny briefs. As the blonde started to take these off too, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a low groan.

“Fuck man”, he breathed out as he ogled at the magnificent sight presented to him.

“Like what you see?”, Xavier teased with that cocky grin that never seemed to leave his lips.

Befuddled by lust Y/N just nodded before standing up.

“Come let’s go in the water”, Xavier walked up to Y/N, his hands dipping into the waistband of his swim wear, “but without these. Its only fair.” He puckered his lips in a fake pout, before pulling the fabric down Y/N’s legs, leaving them both bare.

Xavier took him by the hand, leading him to the lake before starting to sprint, letting go to dive into the seemingly black water. He turned on his back to swim backwards, looking at Y/N.

“Come in, the water is really refreshing.”

Y/N quickly jumped in, catching up to Xavier, who he could barely made out in the dark. Now that the lanterns were a fair way off, the only source of light was the bright full moon shining above them.

They swam for a while, fooling around, laughing, splashing each other with water, until Xavier led Y/N closer to the shore where they could stand in the water.

Water droplets dripped down their chests, looking like little crystals in the moonlight. Without saying anything Xavier stepped closer to Y/N, his large hands gripping the boys face before locking their lips. Y/N immediately responded to the kiss. Xavier’s soft, plump lips caressed his softly, before deepening the kiss. He coaxed the boy’s lips open with his, letting his warm tongue slide in. Their tongues exploring each others mouth, feeling, tasting. Meanwhile Xavier let his hands wander. From Y/N’s neck, down his back to his butt where he gripped the cheeks firmly, pulling him in, their crotches meeting. Y/N gasped into the kiss as he met the now rock hard length of Xavier, grinding himself slightly against him.

They broke the kiss to suck in some fresh air. Eyes dilated in lust. Y/N started to glide his hands down Xavier’s chest slowly, while he held on his waist tightly. He circled the blondes nibbles with his thumbs which elicited a faint moan from him. He continued downwards, tracing the gentle outlines on his stomach, before finally settling at his shaft. He gripped the base firmly and started pumping him at a steady pace. Xavier moaned loudly as Y/N circled the tip of his length with his thumb. He kept circling the head, before gently running his digit over the slit. Even underwater he could feel him leaking pre cum.

“Fuck”, Xavier panted, “feels so good man. Keep going.”

Y/N gladly obeyed, going back to stroking him at a faster pace now. In the meantime Xavier started to grip at Y/N’s length, wanting to make him feel good too. They both stroked each other rapidly, desperate for release. Their free hands touching and groping each others flesh while their moans and groans filled the nightly air. Xavier pulled Y/N by his length gently, but firmly, to get him even closer, bringing him into a sloppy, hungry kiss.

“God, Xavier I’m so close”, Y/N moaned, bucking his hips upwards.

“Me too. Fuck”, he hissed as Y/N squeezed him while going even faster now.

Soon they both came loudly and unbridled, not caring if someone might hear. The surrounding water washed the sticky strings of cum off their hands.

“Maybe we shouldn’t let the campers swim here anymore”, Y/N slightly cringed, making Xavier laugh.

“And you wanna explain them why?”, he aske amused.

“Oh god no.”

“Now wasn’t that better than what you originally planned?”, Xavier asked, changing the topic.

“Much better.”

They both stepped out of the water, drying themselves off with Y/N’s towel and getting closed again. Whereas Y/N didn’t had much to put on anyway and Xavier didn’t bothered to put his shirt and jacket back on.

They walked back to their cabins together.

“We definitely have to repeat that soon”, Xavier winked at Y/N before wishing him a good night and heading into the opposite direction to his sleeping place.

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EVERYTHING IS JUNGKOOK X READER

Do you also laugh a little when you read a badboy!Jungkook fanfic and want some more realistic? Because we all know how humble and kind Jungkook really is, so I'm here to help you! (This is a list parted in two because of the links limit hih)

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Animal (m) (a) ✓

[115.9k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 

“As a nursing student you struggled financially but when your best friend suggests a way for you to make some illegal money you can’t say no and that’s when you meet him; Jungkook, an underground fighter who you can’t stand but seems to stay on your mind nevertheless.”

THE WRITER > @cutaepatootie

For science (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

[95.9k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 

"Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science."

THE WRITER > @boymeetsweevil

Falling into you (m) (a) (f) ~ ongoing**

[94.2k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 

"Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away."

THE WRITER > @kookingtae​

Charmolypi (f) (a) (m) ✓

[69.3k words] series pt.0 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9

“Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.”

THE WRITER > @njssi

The Turning Test (f) (m) (a)~ongoing**

[67.3k words] series masterlist

“’The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine’s ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human.’ Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today? ‘Creator,’ he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, ‘you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?’“

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie 

Bandslam (a) (m) (f) ✓

[59.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.“

THE WRITER > @ironicarmy​

Ego (f) (m) ~ ongoing **

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“What’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.”

THE WRITER > @suga-kookiemonster

Givenchy & gold (m) ✓

[59k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 

“You’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, Jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae 

Wanted (f) (a) (m)  ✓**

[56k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 

“ You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.”

THE WRITER > @jincherie

One thing right (a) (f) (m) ✓**

[55k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9

“‘i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.’

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.”

THE WRITER > @hobios

(Y)our name (a) (f) (m) ~ ongoing**

[54k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

“It's always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn't mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.“

THE WRITER > @jjkpls

True care (m) (f) (a) ~ ongoing **

[53.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

“Your (endearingly) shy bodyguard- hired by your father- would do anything for you. Even though you roll your eyes at his persistence and pretend there’s no need for him to follow you to every and any place you go, there might be many more hazards in your life than you let on. And you might end up needing him in more ways than you- or your father- would ever think.”

THE WRITER > @joonsgalaxy

Moonlight melody (f) (a) ✓

[51k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“When your loving best friend playfully pranks you one too many times, you decide that revenge is best served hot, over a period of thirty days, and with a little extra help from the best violinist you know (sorry jimin). or, the one where during your month-long vacation in italy with your youth orchestra, you realize that vengeance is sweet but fake dating jungkook is sweeter.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi

Falling Skies (a) (f) (m)✓ **

[50k words] series masterlist

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing. So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.”

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

Bitchin’ (f) (m) (a) ✓

[49.5k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

“The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @kinktae

Paralian (f) (a) (m) ✓**

[48.3k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“Far away, under the sea exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean, until one night they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid).”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash

Tantalizing (m) (a) ✓

[47.9k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8

“Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.”

THE WRITER > @littlemisskookie

Equilibrium; Polyamory (m) (a)  ~ ongoing **

[47.7k words] series pt.0 pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 pt.11 pt.12 pt.13 pt.14 

“Polyamorous relationships are not as glamorous as they appear in the movies. Granted, the sex is better- tangled limbs and wet kisses on every inch of skin imaginable, but not even the sex is worth the mind-numbing jealousy, the utter despair. Because equilateral triangles do not exist in real life. There is no sense of order in human affections. No balance, no equilibrium. You are in love with Jimin, who loves Jungkook. And Jungkook loves… Has he ever loved anyone but himself? On the outside, you smile widely and pretend that you’re perfectly content with this arrangement. But your façade crumbles, bit by bit, every time Jimin goes to Jungkook instead of you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Worth fighting for (f) (a) ~ongoing**

[43.7k words] series masterlist

“Fresh out of the perils of war, Jungkook didn't think that his task as the newly appointed general would be to look after you.”

THE WRITER > @joonsdiary​

The Monogamy Monologues (f) (m) (f) ✓

[42.7k words] oneshot here 

“ The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.”

THE WRITER > @kpopfanfictrash 

The devil’s change up (m) (f) ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here 

“Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.”

THE WRITER > @jungblue

Frost Impressions (f) (m) (a)  ✓ **

[41.3k words] oneshot here

“Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. “

THE WRITER > @fortunexkookie

And action (f) (m) ✓ **

[41k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 

“Jungkook likes to film illegal stunts around the globe for his dedicated audience. because of you, his right-hand navigator, he gets to travel to beautiful places he’s only ever seen in textbooks. but in the wake of a mishap involving poisonous shrubbery, now’s a perfect time for him to confess his undying love for more than just videography. or, ‘I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met’ au.”

THE WRITER > @prolixitae

Baby, my baby (m) (f) (a) ✓

[39.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

"Raise my child, just for twelve months."

THE WRITER > @pjimims

A well-oiled machine (f) (a) (m) ✓ **

[38.2k words] series pt.1 pt.2

"Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought."

THE WRITER > @jincherie

The lionheart’s oath (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[36.7k words] oneshot here

“There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”

THE WRITER > @sugaxjpg

Employee Perks (m) (a) (f)~ongoing

[34.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.”

THE WRITER > @chiminiemoans

In Bloom/Lake of Fire (m) (a) (f) ✓

[33k words] pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“One of the consequences of being a werewolf was the yearly heat that took place for three whole days, Jungkook had warned you not to come near him under that period of time for your own safety but your never-ending worry for him made you disobey his request.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

New toy (m) (f) (a) ✓

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

“Your new neighbor turns out to be the perfect toy for you.“

THE WRITER > @btsjeonjazz

Ramen (m) ~ongoing 

[32.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 

“‘It has certainly been quite the party,’ you began, taking a stroll around the table to give his friends time to ogle you. ‘But I'm here for someone else on his special day.’ The end of the riding crop snapped suggestively against your open palm and you felt excitement bloom around the large table. “Now, let me see if I can find out which of you is the birthday boy..." 

The charade of finding your fare was one of the oldest tricks in the book. After years of sex work, you knew that as soon as you said, ‘let me see,’ the eyes of the bystanders would point you in the right direction. And sure enough, as you pretended to identify your prey, the men’s line of sight fell on the far corner of the table. The choice of the corner was quite surprising, as you expected the shy wallflower of the group to sit there, not someone who was supposed to be the center of attention.”

THE WRITER > @dark-muse-iris

Gravity (a) (f) ✓

[29.2k words] oneshot here

“The universe works in mysterious ways.“

THE WRITER > @donewithjeon

Not quite strangers (f) (m) (a) ✓ **

[29k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“There are two things that you very much hate in this world; first being woken up in the evening, second being woken up in the morning – and Jeon Jeongguk, the stranger a.k.a the guy who lives across your shitty apartment does just that, every single fucking time.”

THE WRITER > @seokwaves

Rigor Mortis (a) (f) (m) ✓ **

[28.5k words] oneshot here 

“A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.”

THE WRITER > @readyplayerhobi

Something in the water (m) (f) ✓

[25.8k words] oneshot here

“Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.” 

THE WRITER > @vankoya

Roommates (m) ✓ **

[25.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 

“Letting your best friend’s baby brother live with you didn’t seem like a problem until well... you discovered how hot he had become.”

THE WRITER > @tayegi

Snow and Ice (m) (f) (a) ✓

[24.8k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“ Three thousand athletes from 92 countries from the world meet every four years to show off what they have, the pride of their countries and families weighing down their perfectly sculpted shoulders. This year’s winter Olympics holds something a lot more interesting.”

THE WRITER > @hayjeon

Ace (m) (f) (a) ✓ **

[24k] oneshot here 

“Jungkook only cares about three things: Baseball, painting and his team, but soon he’s adding you to that list when love comes flying at him fast and hard, knocking him right on his ass.”

THE WRITER > @hijoonie

New romantics (f) (a) ✓**

[24k words] oneshot here

“Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.”

THE WRITER > @cupofteaguk

Save Me (m) (a) ✓

[24k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Jungkook’s a vampire who has an interest in you and you have feelings for him, but he sleeps around with other human girls as well and when you start to get tired of it you cut off communication with him and avoid him so he tries to get you back through sweet gestures and staying with you instead of going around.”

THE WRITER > @baeseoul

Catharsis. (m) (f) ✓

[23.5k words] oneshot here

“No matter what kind of release you need, he’s there.”

THE WRITER > @junghelioseok

Swipe right (f) (a) (m) ~ ongoing

[23k words] series pt.1 pt.2 

“Jungkook wasn’t always like this. Or maybe he was and you don’t want to admit that he had you fooled. You quickly discover he has a lot more to offer than exchanging pleasantries and awkward small talk. In fact, he never seems to shut up.For the better part of a year, he’s held your irritation hostage, never passing up an opportunity to deliver savage one-liners at your expense. When he discovers you’re on Tinder, he turns up the brattiness factor and intentionally seeks you out. Who knows? Maybe if you gave him a chance he could charm the pants right off of you. Then again, maybe he’s just a fuckboy.“

THE WRITER > @stutterfly

Hot confusion (m) ~ ongoing

[22.9k words] series (on AO3) here 

“Jungkook thought his body had already matured, turns out he's a late bloomer and goes through puberty hell when he turns 16. And it doesn't end until he's 19, the worse part is that all along the ride he can't stop the constant sexual arousal he gets around his best female friend, Y/N.While he's confused whether it's her just her body that turns him on, or also her personality, he can't help but feel jealous when other boys start to take interest in her. All he knows is that he wishes he'd stop having wet dreams at 4 AM about Y/N, he's running out of excuses to his mom to why he needs to do the laundry.“

THE WRITER > @partyjunkie 

Blue orchids (a) (f) ✓

[22.6k words] series pt.1 pt.2

“Hanahaki & soulmate au.”

THE WRITER > @inktae

If I told you (f) (a) ✓ **

[22k words] oneshot here 

“In order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.”

THE WRITER > @gukyi​

➔PART 2 

➔PART 3

(Disclaimer; if you ever find a badboy!jungkook fic here it means he wasn’t a total asshole in it and I didn’t mind his character lol)

[hecohansen31]

Well I was thinking about a little love triangle btw ivar x reader x Roman...if you would want to write this?! I’m open about anything and would like to see what comes to your mind but i also could give you an imagine idea...whatever you would like more:)

(A/N): Hey, sweetie! 

I kind of had this idea, to explain at least the story behind it (sorry I am sucker for backstories) and I honestly loved writing for these two (although I am sure that I wrote them a bit OOC, and hope it wasn’t rushed).

So I hope that you like it, and will suggest more asks about this couple, because I HAVE IDEAS and now I love my obsessive and jealous assholes with anger issues and mommy issues!

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex (Spoilers of “Vikings” season 5), Anger Issues and Mean Words.

She and Ivar had been best friends for as much as she could remember.

She basically had been the only child in her neighborhood that didn’t care in the slightest about his disability.

She had actually managed to find a way to work around it and have him play with her, as any normal child and because of that their bond was unbreakable.

And soon what had started as a friendship, had swiftly blossomed in a romance…

… at least on her part.

Ivar was an enigma with his self-conscious tendencies and its way to scream even the harshest words to his most loved ones; and although that hadn’t been enough to make her run away, she still felt extremely insecure about her feeling being reciprocated, no matter how much Hvitserk giggled and gossiped with her about his bother…

… she just didn’t know what she truly was for Ivar.

But that year she had decided to be bold, mostly because her parents had told her that they would be moving for her last year of high school, so she hadn’t much time to spend with him.

But she hoped that eventually that little time would be enough.

She had felt particularly bold for the entirety of the year, but suddenly Ivar disappeared… constantly, whenever she planned her confession.

She wasn’t used to it, and she couldn’t help but hate the way he would constantly bail out every date they programmed, whether it was with just her or even with the brothers, and she couldn’t help but be exhausted by the entire thing.

If he had a problem with her, she preferred he discussed about it with her.

And also, she couldn’t help but feel like the brothers were hiding something to her.

But not for long…

The day of the Summer Solstice, a traditional event for the Lothbrock family, she had presented in her best dress, sure that Ivar wouldn’t be missing that night no matter what and she was determined to let him know that she didn’t see him anymore as a friend.

That she wanted more: to be able to hold his hand, to kiss him and to tease him.

But when she had gone to make the confession, Ivar had stopped her, wanting to reveal his own secret, the reason behind his constant disappearances, and for one minute she had hoped, with the way he had told her that she was truly special and meaningful and that it pained him to keep this a secret for her, that he might have loved her…

… and he had smiled so brightly and…

… she had just broken down, internally when he had moved next to a pretty girl, blonde and definitely what a model looked like, pretty like the sun, with a small devilish smile and beautiful blue eyes, matching Ivar’s one: she was definitely the type of woman that should have been beside Ivar.

Not her, definitely.

-This is Fredys, I have been seeing her for a bit… and…- he was clearly in love with her, watching as the Moon that shine brightly in the sky.

She couldn’t even hold a grudge towards the girl, who immediately went for a hug, almost screeching in her ears, and chanting about how happy she was to meet Ivar’s best friend.

Yeah… his best friend.

She would later, mentally, protest on her stupidity, on her tardiness and on the way she held onto hope.

She held onto the thought that maybe Ivar felt something more, and the dread of feeling her love was unrequited… shut her down completely.

She hadn’t talked with the Lothbrock for the rest of the summer.

She couldn’t help but feel betrayed by the brothers, who were supposed to her friends who told her nothing about it, breaking her faith and loyalty.

She had moved at the start of the high school year, without letting others know, ignoring Ivar, not that he had searched her much after he had Fredys, with whom she couldn’t even be mad, since the girl was lovely and nice and she just hoped she would treat Ivar gently.

High school was tough, not only because she was new, but also because, no matter how much Ivar had hurt her, she couldn’t help but miss him.

College helped her a lot and the little job she had managed to get in order to support herself, made her feel occupied enough that relationships, broken hearts and lovers didn’t interest her in the slightest.

That was true, till she had met Roman Godfrey, the one celebrity of Hemlock Grove, the owner of the “White Tower”, asshole extraordinaire, handsome playboy and constant client at the little coffee shop she worked at.

Roman constantly taunted her, at first his flirting had been very annoying, but slowly it had downed to a sweet teasing and everyone on the bar had bets on who would end up asking the other out first, if they managed a date, before they feel into each other’s bed.

She honestly was a bit scared and had still Ivar in her heart.

It almost felt as cheating to accept Roman’s courting, no matter the fact that she liked the gentleness and the cockiness of the elegant man, who charmed her with sweet words, generous tips and on her birthday (he had learned it through Destiny, a fellow barista) flowers, sunflowers, her favorite.

Slowly, slowly she had found herself forgetting about the bound with Ivar, although he still had a part of her heart, no matter what, and she had allowed herself to jump into bed with Roman.

“I don’t want nothing serious” she had mumbled, meanwhile she undid the buttons of his silky shirts, looking at him in those devilish green eyes “… we are not a couple, we just fuck and enjoy each other’s teasing, got me?”.

Roman had just kissed her on the mouth and with time, she had found herself to be the first one to catch feeling: not only the sex was amazing (and the fact that he was one of her first partners didn’t help) but Roman sure knew how to make a woman feel special.

If she had loved Ivar as a first and eternal love, she loved Roman the more she knew about him, the more darkness she dove in.

So, she was thankful each time Roman would suggest that she became his “plus one” at any kind of event, which meant luxurious one, where she would be wearing elegant clothes and nice lingerie under it.

“It doesn’t break our rules” he affirmed, almost as if he wanted to instead confirm the contrary, daring her to reveal each of her feelings “We are not a couple… we are just two friends who occasionally fuck and sometimes… we have accompany each other to mundane events”.

He then felinely grabbed her legs and pushed a hand on them, slowly tracing it till it reached her inner thighs and lightly slapped down there.

“… get ready, wouldn’t want to be late!”

She hadn’t expected to find Ivar again, in one of those events: she hadn’t certainly let Ivar out of her life and she knew that he was also a millionaire exactly like Roman, too young and too much money, but he usually worked outside of America, since he had taken over his father’s agency.

So, she hadn’t expected to see him in the small and lifeless Hemlock Grove.

She had been standing alone, after Roman had promised her a glass of champagne, mostly checking out around herself before a shaky hand was gently put on her shoulder and she turned around, thinking that it might have been Roman’s joke, just to be met with ice-blue eyes, and not leaf-green ones.

-(Y/N)? – he had seemed surprised enough that she had thought she was herself a ghost.

-Ivar- her tone was much calmer and it didn’t hold the same surprise of his, she tried to keep it calm and under control, trying to be the bigger person -… long time no see-.

-You sure have grown up- he breathed out, taking her in further and she couldn’t help the little blush that spread across her face.

-Yeah it’s been a lot- five years, three months and twenty days…

She hadn’t counted each day.

-You moved and didn’t tell us anything- his tone was suddenly betrayed and she could totally see a rage attack come over him and she couldn’t help but bring her arms around her body, in order to shield herself, just to have another pair of arms do the same, and softly Roman purring in her ear.

-Is everything alright, lovely? – he asked, sending Ivar an annoyed look, clearly considering him a cockroach under his shoe, and Ivar replied with a rageful gaze, his fist coming at his sides.

-Yeah yeah- she reassured Roman, pushing herself away from his hold, finding herself uncomfortable with affection like that: that was why she had had trouble into letting Roman be with her.

She hadn’t forgotten Ivar, no matter what.

-… Lothbrock, do you have some business with my girl? – proceeded to ask Roman, immediately respecting your space, although you knew with the way his voice sounded and he was hurt.

-Your girl just distanced yourself from you, so… I don’t think she is… anymore- Ivar replied, viciously, and she just shot him a warning glance, telling him not to step further -… but she used to be my best friend-.

-Ohh, you were in the friendzone, weren’t you Lothbrok? – made fun of him Roman, and she immediately pushed an hand on Ivar’s chest to stop him (she couldn’t help but love the fact that his chest hadn’t become less firm in the years they had spent apart).

-Go to Hell, Godfrey- he simply replied, meanwhile she led him away from the crowd.

-What the hell has taken you, Ivar? - she asked once they were outside; she was shivering miserably in her low-cute dress, but an angry Ivar was a time-bomb and Roman was worse than gasoline, when he wanted to.

-What about you, (Y/N)?! – he replied, angrily, meanwhile she rolled her eyes -… you leave and never come back, without telling nothing…! And don’t answer texts…! It’s like you disappeared off the face of Earth! -.

She knew that if she hadn’t been through the heartbreak she had been and without the personal growth she had gone through, she would have just asked for Ivar’s forgiveness, but she wasn’t that girl anymore, no matter her feelings for him… he needed to hear something, the truth.

-Oh, sorry, Ivar…- her voice was so sarcastic that Ivar flinched at the tone -… but I honestly didn’t think that you cared in the slightest, since you spent all the year AVOIDING ME-.

She had been scared that he might have been the one to do a scene, but apparently… it was her.

He looked at her shocked, probably unused to her sass.

-… you literally not only did that, but you know what got me even more angry? YOU DID IT FOR A GIRL! – she took a deep breath, much to regain her voice after the scream than to give Ivar a break -… I never let a boy come between us, not that there would have been, because I liked you, but…-.

She couldn’t keep going, because of the truth she had spit out.

But could you blame her? It had been on the point of her tongue for so long…

… and now it was out.

-(Y/N)… I …- but before he could say anything, she run away, as fast as she could and when she moved inside, to grab quickly her coat, she was met with Roman’s broad chest and although he looked a bit angered, he seemed worried for her, but she was in too much panic.

-… Earth to (Y/N)… is everything ok? – he asked, pushing her chin up to check her face, as if he was expecting bruises -… did Lothbrock hurt you? -.

-No, Ivar would never hurt me- it was one of the few things she knew; Ivar could scream at her and be all enraged but he would never hurt her, even playfully -… but I am tired and I prefer to go home-.

-I can escort you, home, this event was boring…- he suggested, gently putting an hand over her hipbone, which made her react roughly, pushing herself away from his hold and seeing he hurt in his eyes.

-I prefer to go home, alone- and then she bit her lip, trying her best to find a way to lessen Roman’s bad mood -… I am sorry-.

-He is the one who broke your heart, isn’t he? – he asked, meanwhile he scratched her head -… I kind of thought that you might just be playing hard to get, but you are truly broken-.

The words were meant to bring her to her knees, to hurt her and before she knew it, she had slapped Roman’s smirk off his face, and she stumped out of the ballroom, screaming in his direction.

-Never contact me again, ASSHOLE! -.

—

The following day she awoke at noon, after she had cried out her entire heart a bit out of anger and bit out of pure sadness, at the simple thought that she might have fucked up each of her relationships.

An headache was storming in her head, so she didn’t dare get out of her little apartment, meanwhile her roommate tried to get her up, in the end leaving her there, with a tray of breakfast next to her bed, and pushed her phone near the night stand, in order for the girl to finally “shut him up” since it had been bleeping and trilling for the entire morning.

She had expected Roman’s calls, and she felt extremely good ignoring them, but the unknown number which presented himself as Ivar was something she hadn’t thought about, mostly because she hoped that he would be off for good after that night.

She had scared him enough with both her screams and her confessions, but she couldn’t help but be curious about the messages he had sent her.

At first they were simply just “I am sorry” and “It’s me Ivar, your hot grumpy boyfriend gave me your number” “No I didn’t beat him up for it” (she almost laughed at it) “… and I didn’t know you felt that way”, she just replied quickly with a “Hello, there and I am glad you didn’t beat him”, she was halfway through mentioning the “I like you” confession… but before she could there came a knock from her door, and she just simply rolled off, since it was either some marketer or just Roman.

She didn’t know which option was worse.

She simply rolled onto her side, and gently focused on the screen and Ivar’s icon appeared changed with the writing “is writing” and soon there was his reply “… I mean… I don’t think that he wanted to beat a cripple so… you know there is an advantage into being one”.

She couldn’t help but feel fifteen again, when her and Ivar would chat back and forth, with him making fun of disability and hers chastising him for her; it wasn’t so difficult to move onto that complicity again, and she realized that nothing had changed.

That she still loved him.

In her attempt to ignore Roman, who had with no delicacy shouted her to let him in, she just decided to continue to chat with Ivar, since it was something that made her feel better, although she was bit too pissed with both of them.

“… the thing with Freydis ended” she honestly hadn’t asked nothing about it, but Ivar seemed to bring it up naturally “… she kind of… it is very fucked up to say, but she… cheated on me and I was almost a father to child that wasn’t mine… Gosh that is fucked up”.

She hadn’t known about this, mostly because as soon as anything talked about her and her relationship with Ivar she started to read away, not out of disrespect to the woman, but more out of respect for her heart.

So, she had no idea, and her heart couldn’t help but clench at that news.

“I am extremely sorry, Ivar” she simply, messaged, knowing perfectly that it had probably hurt even more because she wasn’t there with him.

“She wasn’t my match, definitely” he simply replied, but she knew that he harbored much more “… and I have to talk about something with you, and I don’t think that I can do it on the phone”.

And then a message followed:

“Can I come over?”.

She had to wait something like a quarter of an hour, before hearing Roman greet Ivar roughly, and Ivar just huffed, hence, it was her cue to welcome her guests.

“I am not talking with him near me” Ivar protested and Roman just rolled his eyes as if to say “likewise”.

“I have a storming headache, because I have been crying about you two, so I am not giving yo the luxury to choose”

And then she strutted into the kitchen, after she had thrown out her roommate’s cold tea, to make a new one, and two coffees.

Soon she heard grumbling and Roman was showing Ivar the place where he could leave the jacket, meanwhile he pulled a chair out for himself, stretching his long legs, meanwhile he sent her a dirty look, mostly due to her wearing a nightgown he had gifted her.

“It was cold, outside” he mumbled, just as Ivar joined them, stumbling a bit awkwardly on his crutch.

“… I didn’t think that your cold heart felt coldness” she replied, pointedly, earning Ivar’s laugh “… and don’t you dare laugh, I am pretty curious about knowing how you managed to get my number without fighting someone”.

Both the men sat down, with their tails between their legs, and waited to raise their heads till she put the coffee in front of them: Roman’s black, Ivar’s with too much sugar.

Waiting for them to speak up.

Ivar seemed at unease so Roman went first:

“I am sorry for those horrible things I told you, last night” he lowered his head, before hitting her with those guilty green eyes “…I was scared, because I was jealous, I mean… he is quite handsome, if you put something in his mouth”.

Immediately, Ivar almost went to hit him, but was stopped from a pointed glance of hers.

“It was stupid, childish and irresponsible” he pointed each word with meaning and she couldn’t help but hold out an hand which he kissed tenderly.

And this got Ivar to act up, pushing her attention away from him, when he started confessing.

“I am sorry for ignoring you for an entire year… I…” he looked around, before letting out a meaningful breath “… actually have had a crush on you for the longest, but you never acted out on it, so I thought I was indeed on the ‘friendzone’ “.

Roman didn’t laugh just because he threatened with his eyes.

“Freydis was a simple filler, I thought she might help me to forget you, but once you went away, you probably brought my heart with you”.

She was a bit teary and shushed the tears turning around to check the teas, before pouring it into a cup, sitting in front of the two awaiting males.

“I know this will sound stupid…” because it wasn’t something that was said useful “… you both broke my heart”.

She sipped her tea, to leave out a dramatic pause, eyeing with her side-eye the two males, who were holding a grudge against each other.

“… but… for some fucked up way… I really really like you two, both” they looked at her incredulous “… without Ivar, I wouldn’t have met you Roman: you helped me seeing the world and that there is love even after an heartbreak, I wouldn’t seriously be the woman I am now”.

She gently caressed Roman’s face, who leaned into her touch, but before Ivar could be left out she did the same to his face, leaning in for a long awaited first kiss:

“… but without Roman, I wouldn’t have met you again and you are my first love, the one I won’t be able to forget no matter how many years pass, you’ll always own a part of my heart”.

She felt him melt on her lips, and Roman gripped a bit more forcefully her hand, searching her look.

“You want us both?” he asked, curious “… I didn’t think that you would be into this, greedy girl”.

Ivar just mumbled:

“I don’t like this, and I don’t like him” but it just took him a nice smile from her, and another kiss to loosen the grudge he owned “I don’t like sharing what is mine”.

“… I think that the word you are looking for Lothbrock is ‘ours’ “.

“Say that again, Godfrey and I will slit your throat in your sleep”.

“Kinky…”.

Well they certainly had their way to get along.

Even more when she just huffed, exiting the kitchen, and they both sent her questioning glazes… before she elegantly slipped off her panties from under her nightgowns, leaving them on the carpet.

They almost got into another fight for that trophy.

But she got the final prize.

[peachesandfiction]

Pairing: Vampire! Jennie x female reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: there is force when Jennie feeds on the reader and some of the relationship between the reader and Jennie can be a bit toxic. Most of this writing is for horror-type reasons and is in no way a soft scenario, so read at your own risk I guess.

The night breezed by, pulling her hair out of her face as she watched you walk by on the street. Your skirt hug tightly to your thighs as your hair blew back, revealing your throat. Her eyes watched as the blood pulsated in the vein below your soft skin. “Beautiful,” she whispered.

“Who is,” Chaeyoung asked before she looked over at you, the smell of your blood hitting her as well. Her head whipped right back to Jennie, ready to tell her to not do it, but she was already gone. Looking back over, she found Jennie with her arm around your waist, her voice soft as she flirted with you.

You watched Jennie with wide eyes. Confused at why this crazy hot girl was talking to you. Your mouth felt numb as it stumbled over, “yeah,” and “Uh-huh.”

Jennie smiled, leading you around the corner and away from your original route. You had taken no notice of it as you fell, lost in her deep, dark eyes. Her blood red lips parted to reveal white teeth, her tongue running over her fangs as she breathlessly suggested, “let’s go over there.”

You didn’t even know where over there was, and it was hard to take in the dark brick walls of the alleyway as Jennie’s warm breath was on your neck, her lips pressing into it before she sucked on it a bit. “Oh, wow,” you sighed as you leaned into her before there was a sudden sharp pain. “Fuck,” you said, trying to push away, but her fangs were deep inside you, the blood slipping from the punctures and onto Jennie’s tongue.

Her grip tightened, the sharp edges of the brick wall cutting into your back as you struggled. Your strength slowly being drained from you, your body slumped against Jennie. Her voice melodic and blurry as she whispered, “you’re mine now.” Your conscious slowly slipped away as the moon rested above Jennie’s dark hair, her white smile stained dark, “forever.”

When you awoke, you were softly tucked away in a bed, the mattress soft and the blankets pressing against you.

Even though the blankets were heavy and many, they didn’t felt warm. Your skin felt ice-cold before you pushed off the blankets and jumped out of the bed. Your foot got tangled on the blanket, but when you pulled your foot hard enough away, the blanket ripped with it. You watched as the blanket fell onto the ground torn in half. Your hand pressed against your heart where you expected to feel it beating fast, but there was nothing. You chest felt like stone.

“No, no, no, no,” you felt like you were driving into madness as you backed up against the wall, your head shaking as you pressed the palms of your hands into your eyes, forcing them shut, “this is all a bad dream.”

“What’s a bad dream,” the torturous, melodic voice asked.

Looking up, you saw the girl from last night standing in the doorway with a glass of dark red liquid the slushed near the top of the glass with every step closer the girl got to you. You threw your hands out, “stay away.”

Your eyes searched for some escape as the girl blocked the only doorway. Looking over, there were some dark curtains, your feet sped over to them. Your hands pulling them down to reveal bright sunlight before the curtains fell over you. The girl’s voice was quivering and loud as she yelled, “don’t move!”

You ignored her and started to reach out of the curtain. The moment the sunlight hit your hand, it started to bubble up, fire flickering on the tips of your fingers. You screeched, pulling your hand back under the curtain as you shook out the flames. Tears started to pour down your face as you cried out, “what did you do to me?”

“It was necessary,” the girl answered, “now I need you to listen to me.”

“Why should I listen to you,” you asked, your voice wobbly.

“Please, once you are safe and out of the sun, we can talk.” The girl waited a moment before continuing,” alright, I want you to get up, and keep the curtain covering all of you.”

You slowly pushed up, pulling the fabric closer to your body, terrified that you were going to be set aflame.

“Good, now walked forwards… stop. Alright now I want you to turn to your right…. stop,” the girl pulled the cover off of you, showing that you were far away from the light of the window now. The cup of the dark liquid was gone from her hands now as she gently smiled, her fangs and teeth a shining white once again, but your mind flashed back to them dark and covered in your own blood. “Good girl, now follow me.”

The girl led you through what looked like a dark manor. Your eyes still searching every hallway for an exit, but anytime you found one, you didn’t dare to even think about it with the sun shining bright against it. I’ll have to escape when it’s dark outside, you thought to yourself.

“But then what are you going to do,” Jennie asked.

“W-what?”

“When you escape, now a blood-thirsty monster. Where will you go?”

You fell silent, continuing to follow her.

She opened a door to reveal a tall dark room filled with three other girls, one of them looked familiar.

The one with bangs and light colored hair jumped out of her seat, her smile sweet and delicate despite the fangs protruding between her teeth, “hello. I’m Lisa!”

You just stared at her, the atmosphere changing as a sympathetic look appears in her eyes.

Jennie cleared her throat before speaking, “welcome the new member of our clan.”

“Have you explained anything to her yet,” a girl with wavy, orange hair asked from a seat in the corner of the room. In her hands, an orange book with the title, ‘the subtle art of not giving a fuck.’ The scene would have been a bit comical to you if you weren’t trapped in a house full of vampires.

“I’m getting to it,” she said.

“Jennie.”

“Chaeyoung.”

“You two stop it,” a girl with dark hair and soft facial features pointed at the two of them before her voice turned soft, “Y/N, sweetie. Come sit with me.”

You stayed where you were. The girl seems to pout until the girl with bangs walked over to her, “Jisoo. It’s okay. Remember how you felt when Jennie turned you?”

Jisoo lightly nodded before looking back at you.

Jennie’s hand folded into yours, gently leading you towards the other side of the room, away from the girls.

Chaeyoung put down her book at the sight of this. While she was easy with the girls during this process, she had never showed them this type of affection. Even the way she had lured you, she was confused because that wasn’t how she turned any of them. While watching her talk and explain, Chaeyoung noticed a small twinkle in Jennie’s eyes and if she had a heart, it would stop beating because of the realization that Jennie was in love with this girl.

Jennie sighed as she played with you fingers before looking back up at you, “I’m sorry,” were her first words.

“You’re sorry,” you can feel fury building up in you.

She nodded, “think about it, your life before I did this for you.”

“So what? Now I am dead, or undead or whatever for forever?”

“Actually just a century after your life-expectancy. Vampires don’t live for forever.” You just stared at her. She quickly ran her hand down your arm, causing it to feel warm again.

You looked at your arm and then back up at her, “what did you do?”

“I can only do this once, “ she started, “but I can bring you back to life if you really don’t want to be a vampire.”

“You can,” your tone sounded hopeful, causing her cold, frozen heart to shatter.

She slowly nodded, “but, I want you to live through this for a few days before you can answer.”

“Why can’t you just change me back now,” you asked grasping her hand.

She stared at the way your hand fit into hers. For a moment, her body felt warm again before it turned back to it’s usual ice. Her hair shifted over her shoulder as she looked back up at you, “I just can’t.”

“Please, tell me why-”

“Ain’t nothing but a mistake,” Lisa’s voice sang from across the room before she focused back on what Jisoo had been saying.

Jennie’s eyes rolled before she focused back on you, “I can’t. I really can’t. I’m sorry.” Then she was gone.

In her place now was Chaeyoung, her eyes examining you.

“What,” you asked.

She nodded her head, “she’s in love with you.”

“She killed me.”

“That had already been planned for years now.”

“What?”

“We saw what had happened and how your life changed from it. You lost your job, your friends stopped talking to you, you got into a fight with your family. In Jennie’s mind, she is saving you.”

“By turning me into a monster?”

“No, by giving you a second chance. We are a family here and take care of each other.”

“How is that saving me?”

“Did you really still want to live in that apartment? Do you really feel more uncomfortable here than with the creep who lived next door?”

You stayed quiet.

Chaeyoung nodded before she softly added, “it’s a lot. I know. Just think on it… and please don’t hurt her too much in the process.”

“How is she in love with me,” you asked.

“It’s hard to explain, but the blood of a human who’s soulmate is a vampire has a sweet twinge to their blood. It’s even more intense for the vampire who is your soulmate.”

“Vampires have souls?”

“The only thing that changes about you is that your heart stops beating and your gain a few new abilities.”

You nodded, “so. I’m her soulmate?”

“Even undead, we still need love… plus, there’s a legend, although we don’t know how true it is.”

“A legend?”

“A vampire who falls in love and their soulmate reciprocates it completely, they may come back to life.” Chaeyoung stood up, starting her way back over to the chair she had been in, “but, like I said. It’s only a legend.”

You sat in silence before the two other girls were surrounding you.

Jisoo leaned forward, “do you need help finding your room?”

You slowly nodded and before you knew it, the two had interlocked their arms with yours and led you towards your room.

On the way, they were sweet and comforting as they told you about the vampiric life-style.

“We have it pretty good here. Although it may not seem like it right now, but once things get going, you won’t be feeling as lonely,” Lisa told you as they rounded the corner of the hallway to your room.

“Especially with Jennie,” Jisoo smirked over at Lisa before the two had started giggling.

They opened the door to your room, leaving you alone as you looked around the large, dark space. The black curtains you had pulled down were now back up in their place. You started to take a deep breath, but then the scent of the blood on the dresser near-by hit you. Your throat burned as you started to scream out in pain, “make it stop.”

Your vision blurred as you clawed at your throat, wishing for it to stop.

Then thick, cold liquid was running down your throat, soothing the pain. Your eyes met Jennie’s before they made their way to her delicate fingers holding the glass. You quickly pushed it away, the last of the blood spilling across the floor as the glass shattered against the wall while you started to heave what had gone into your body.

Jennie’s voice was soft and her hands gentle, “it’s alright, my love. Everything is fine.”

You pushed her away, “no it’s not!”

“My love-”

“I am never drinking blood,” you said as your throat started to burn again, your teeth hurting.

“You have to,” she gently sat up before making her way over to the door. “Jisoo,” she called out, “will you please get another glass of blood.”

You started to scream again as the pain grew more intense, your body crawling towards the blood on the ground as you turned your head away.

With your vision blurring, dark specs began to appear before the entire room became black, Jennie’s voice was a hushed whisper as she ran her fingers through your hair, “everything will be alright, darling.”

You woke up once again tucked into the bed, feeling no warmth, but this time, Jennie had been lying next to you over the covers. She gently turned around, her eyes watching you, “are you feeling better?”

You just stayed quiet.

She nodded, “goodnight, my love.”

Her eyes closed again, but your’s stayed open. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her delicate features as her soft brown hair covered her face. Without thinking, your fingertips reached out to push her hair back, but the moment your touched her skin, your heart started to beat. It was just once, but it was enough to cause an impact on you.

Sliding closer to her, your hand rested on her cheek. Feeling the sudden weight, Jennie’s eyes opened, only to widen as your frozen lips met hers.

At first, there was no feeling within the kiss, but when Jennie overtook it, pushing you over so she was on top of you, the effect started. Her lips moved in time with her hips as her body grinds naturally against yours, fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Her hands roamed your body, as yours followed suit and your body fell in time with hers.

It all felt so natural, and by the end of it all, your bodies were uncomfortably hot. Jennie picked up your hand and pressed it onto her chest, “do you feel that?”

You nodded.

Jennie’s lips pulled out into a smile, exposing her teeth, the fangs shrinking, “we’re alive.”

[stoopsbookstore]

Demon and Angel

Warnings - Smut, sexual encounters, Demon AU, he kills a guy

Pairing - Reader X Demon!S. Coups

He slammed the guy's body up against the wall. The way this creep looked at Seungcheol's princess felt like a dagger in his heart.

"Bro, I thought she was single. The way she was danc-"

Seungcheol broke the guy's neck in one snap.

"Was not permission for you to grope her." The man grabbed the body on the floor, lifting it up as if it was just a doll. He walked over to the basement door, marked with an "Employees Only" sign. Throwing the guy down the stairs, 3 snarling hellhounds appeared to feast on the guy.

"Make sure to share," the tall male said.

He walked back to the bar to see his object of affection ordering a drink. He swooped in beside her, telling the bartender, Vernon, to put it on his tab.

"Wow, my hero, saving me $9.75 plus tip," she snarked.

"Honey," he leaned in, "if you knew what I just did for you, you'd be calling me more than your hero."

"If you're talking about killing that goblin, some of the pixies, Roa and Eunwoo, were already planning on that."

The demon seemed impressed. This beauty in front of him not only knew Roa and Eunwoo were pixies, but that the guy was a goblin.

"So, how much do you know about this club? You know so much, you can't be a human."

Vernon gave the girl her drink, "she's like me, half human, half angel."

"Interesting. My name is Seungcheol. You wanna take your drink to a private booth?"

"Y/N. Sure, why not? Least I can do for my savior," she sassed at the demon.

When they got to the V.I.P. booth, Seungcheol was the first to sit down. Nestled in a hidden corner, the space allowed for a view over the club. Y/N looked out over the club to see all types of creatures mingling. Mingyu, a werewolf was hanging out with DK, a sun fairy, and Minghao, a vampire, while Xiyeon, the demon princess, was flirting with a jester named Mark.

"Eccentric bunch here."

"This isn't even a full moon night, you should see those days," Seungcheol patted his lap, taunting Y/N to sit on it.

"Nah," the girl said in a teasing mood, "I like people-watching."

"Oh, you're into that?" He walked up to the ledge, putting his arms around Y/N and his head on her shoulder, " I never would've guessed an angel is into anything that has to do with lust," He nuzzled into her neck to earn a moan.

"Like the bartender said, I'm only a half breed. I can still fall for the same tricks humans do," She threw her head back and rolled her hips into him.

"Are you calling me a trick?"

"Only if this is a one-time thing."

Seungcheol stopped, standing confused, "what do you mean?"

"I've seen you here, lurking in the corner, preying on humans, you're either gonna kill me, fuck me or both, in what order, that's up to you."

"I've seen you here as well and you should know, I don't bring anyone up here. You're an exception."

A dramatic gasp came from Y/N, reaching behind her and pushing Seungcheol away, "really? Little ol' me? An exception? Oh, such an honor."

Seungcheol stared at the half-human in front of him in disbelief, no one's ever talked back to him like this. He told her the truth, any of the guys can vouch for him. He doesn't bring anyone up to "the nest". He has seen her and feels an aura about her, she really was different. That was the trigger for him. He spun her around, trapping her again and leading her in a kiss.

"You said you like people-watching," he breathed out, "let them watch."

Seungcheol reached around to the girl's back to unzip the dress she was wearing and let it dropped to the ground. She stood in a strapless bra and panty, much to his amusement. Seungcheol turned Y/N around to face the crowd, all oblivious to what's going on the balcony.

"All of the people dancing," as he rolled his hips into Y/N, he pulled down his pants to expose his boxers, "they don't know how good I can make you feel."

Y/N moaned, rubbing herself, "hurry up, Seungcheol."

He knelt down to lick a long stripe up her slit. The demon soon started to eat her out as if she was about to disappear.

“Just a bit more until you’re nice and wet,” the demon muttered

As he finished and stood up, he released his cock from his boxers, rubbing it against Y/N's inner thighs. He leaned his head on her neck, just like before and started to nibble.

"If I do this, you're mine and no one else" he moved her panties aside to slowly push in.

"Why me?" Y/N responded, moaning in a little bit of pain.

Seungcheol pushed in with a grunt, "I lied. I know who you are. I know that I want you. I've seen you here one night," he started to thrust, "I had Hoshi look up everything about you. A half breed, an angel and a human, two things I shouldn't be in love with."

His thrusts were hard and quick, just knowing people were unknown of him tainting an angel was stroking his ego even more. He kept going and going, watching the girl throw her head back in ecstasy. All of the moans and cries were covered by the music coming from the speakers.

He pulled out, spinning her around, picking her up and bringing her to the couch.

“Ride me.”

She straddled the man and became to ride him as fast as she could. She was almost there until a tall guy appeared at the top of the steps.

“Seungch-”

“Mingyu, if you want to keep your balls, I suggest you leave right now.”

“I’ll tell you later,” Mingyu turned around and ran down the stairs.

“I thought you said no one would come up here,” Y/N whispered in his ears.

Seungcheol thrusted up, “Now, no one will.”