#not that much to say here. sorry for letting eve's outfit be the same as her old one i was too bored to design her one.

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sinclair doodles from this weekend.

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LOVE ON AiR: 9. YNXOXO VLOG: night out w/ won & riki

WARNiNGS » profanity, manipulation, underage drinking (DONT!!), mentions of drugs & drinking, angry ynhoon

wc: 4k, if there’s typos IGNORE PLS 😞🙏🏼

video description: welcome back to my bubble! in todays video i started off with a cute quick grwm then vlogged my night out. unfortunately the video ended off on a bad note but tysm for watching! hope u come back ^.^

you prop the camera up on your vanity and smile. you wave, “hi guys! welcome back to my little bubble!” you spin your rotating shelf of products and reach for your primer. “today, i’m getting ready for a night out. won and riki said they’re 10 minutes away.” you look into the mirror, behind the camera and begin applying your primer.

“i’ve already changed into my outfit and done my hair as you can see. just need to do my makeup.” you smiled softly at the camera and reached for your foundation, showing it in the frame like a true beauty influencer. “i was talking with kat and giselle the other night and we came up with like a whole list of videos i should do” you began blending your foundation, taking to the camera simultaneously.

you had started vlogging around the same time the podcast started. at first it was just short vlogs but since the podcast started taking off you had gotten more comfortable around the camera so the vlogs started consisting of what you ate in a day, a typical recording day, day in your life and much more. soon enough your vlogging channel started taking off as well because people enjoyed the way you spoke to the camera as if it was one of your friends.

“oh my god i didn’t even say what we were doing tonight sorry guys” you laughed a little, blending out your concealer you had put on. “i’m sure you guys remember yeonjun, he was in my new years vlog” you paused, blending the area on your chin then spoke again. “well he’s having a party tonight so me won and riki are going. well me forcefully. sunoo giselle and kat couldn’t join because they’re doing other things. bummer right?” you pouted softly to the camera and looked back in the mirror, moving to the next step of your routine.

“kat and sunoo said they would meet us afterwards and im hoping so because riki was a mess to take home after the new year’s party” you shuddered at the sheer memory of new year’s eve and how much riki bothered you that night. “honestly im glad we’re going out because i haven’t seen won or riki aside from recording days.” you glanced once more at the camera, smiling. “between us, i think they missed me too” you giggled softly, looking back in the mirror.

“you know since we hit 600,000 subscribers a couple days ago, should i make a special video?” you furrow your brows, looking at your reflection then back at the camera. “you guys should let me know, if i should post that list of video ideas we came up with, some of them are pretty fun” you began setting your face, the translucent powder locking everything in place.

just as you were going to do your eyes, the doorbell rang then a series of knocks followed it. you looked at the camera and a smile grew on your face. “they’re here!” you picked up the camera, walking through the apartment and to the front door. you opened it and turned the camera to face jungwon and riki. “oh you’re filming already?” jungwon smiled and waved to the camera. “yep!” you peeked your head out from behind the camera and riki began laughing.

“you look so weird without your makeup fully done” riki blurted out, trying to conceal his laughter but failed miserably. you squinted your eyes and moved to the side so they could both come in. once riki walked past you, you slapped the back of his head making jungwon laugh. “hey!!” he shouted, rubbing the spot. you smiled at the camera once again, ignoring riki groaning in the back. “sorry guys, let’s get back to the routine!”

the three of you walked down to your room, you sitting at your vanity and jungwon and riki plopping on your bed. “yn how much longer is it gonna take” jungwon opened his phone, scrolling on it. “just about 5 minutes. guys did i give you guys a life update?” you looked to the camera, smiling as you put on your eyeshadow. “well, incase i didn’t basically i got this new hairdryer, no it’s not a dyson or a shark but it gives me the best blowout look”

you brought some of your hair to the front, showing off the curls. riki picked his head up, his interest piqued. “wait really? i’ve been needing a new hairdryer” you looked at him through the mirror and nodded “it’s in the bathroom” you mumbled, setting your face with setting spray.

“guys please invest in good setting spray because my makeup used to melt off when i didn’t have a good one and once i changed to this one it literally stays” you showed the setting spray in frame, once again like a beauty influencer. “i feel like i also got so many compliments on my makeup once i started using it” you mumbled, closing one eye to put on eyeliner and focused so you wouldn’t mess up. “i don’t know why but anytime i have like noise in the background i can focus on my eyeliner better, maybe i'm just weird but it really does help” you chuckle lightly at the sound of the hairdryer turning on in the bathroom.

“i think i say like way too much. kat also suggested a video where i count the amount of times i say like or something like that.” you paused and looked at jungwon through the mirror and the two of you start laughing. “you said like 4 times in that sentence!” he shouts out, laughing so hard his face turned red. “it’s such a bad habit!” you replied, trying to control your laughter so you could put on mascara.

riki emerged from the bathroom, now with voluminous hair and soft curls. “that hairdryer is amazing” he admired himself in your vanity mirror making you laugh. he spotted the eyeliner and picked it up, inspecting it like a curious cat. “you think i should put some eyeliner on?” he looks to you as you fix your hair, makeup now done. “i think the viewers would love if you and won put eyeliner on” you smiled at the camera, picking it up to record both riki and jungwon. “come on won get up!” riki slapped jungwons butt, making him groan and stand up to go to the bathroom.

you brought a makeup brush to mimic the eyeliner. “just shut one eye and glide smoothly, rub it out a bit so it gives that cool smokey eye look” you demonstrate with the makeup brush. both boys watching carefully. you record riki, him putting the eyeliner on with ease and rubbing it out, then doing it to the other. he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled as if proud of himself. “wait that looks so sick. riki do mine like that” jungwon gasped, now finally putting his phone down and his face in front of riki. “i just have to do everything around here” riki sighed jokingly and did jungwons eyeliner.

“riki i think you should be an mua instead of a twitch streamer.” you giggled behind the camera making riki glare at you. “i literally streamed one time and you guys can’t let it go” he sighed out, moving away from jungwon so he could look at himself in the mirror. jungwon smiled, ruffling his hair lightly. “don’t we all look good” you mumbled, behind the camera, looking at yourself in the mirror as well. the camera captured all three of you in the mirror. “i say we coordinated pretty well.” riki spoke up, you analyzing each of your outfits.

you wore a simple black minidress with detailing around the corset. riki wore a pair of grey baggy jeans as well as black shirt and a black leather jacket to go with it. jungwon brought in a pop of color with a red and black racer jacket with a black sleeveless top under, with a pair of black jeans. “we did didnt we?” jungwon smiled, looking to the two of you then fishing his keys out of his pocket. “shall we?” riki nods, the three of you walking out of the bathroom.

you flip the camera back to you. “luckily the drive from my apartment to yeonjuns house isn’t insanely far, so i don’t have to go yet guys.” you point to the camera, smiling. “i probably wouldn’t have shut the camera anyways” you laugh out, shutting the front door behind, locking it and matching your pace with riki. “yeah the camera is glued to your hand” “but you guys love it!” “.. yeah”

“you see guys riki acts like a menace on the internet but in real life he’s actually a really nice person. he’s taking best friend applications right now!” you angle the camera towards him and he laughs. “i am actually not. won and sunoo are my best friends” “not for long..” jungwon mumbled back, making you laugh and riki stare at him.

in the midst of your rambling and joking the three of you made it to the car. riki and jungwon in the front and you in the back. “you know everytime we go anywhere it’s war to get the aux” you flip the camera to show jungwon and riki slapping each others hands to get the aux cord. “you literally got it on the way here!” riki groaned out and jungwon snatched the cord from him, plugging it in his phone. “yeah well it’s my car. learn how to drive and maybe you can play travis scott” riki gasps, as if offended and you burst out laughing, flipping the camera back to you.

“no one really talks about it but sitting in the back is actually fun. because while those two are having their own conversations, i can sit back here and just mind my own business with my cute little camera.” ‘u got it’ by frank ocean starts playing in the car as jungwon begins driving. riki rolls his eyes at jungwon playing frank ocean once again but smiles softly. he loves it too. you look at yourself in the camera, fixing a hair out of place. “did i tell you guys about my apartment floor drama” you look to the screen and pause, as if an actual audience would respond.

“it’s kinda crazy because my apartment floor has this couple living on it and they have argued like every single day out of this week, like i see the girl burst out crying when she walks out. i feel so bad because they’re a lot older than me so i can’t really reach out or try and befriend her. it sucks though” you pouted softly at the camera. “besides that, the old lady on my floor is getting mad at some dude again. as always, living in apartments is not really that fun honestly. i still love my place though!” you sigh and smile at the camera, riki laughing a little at the way you talked.

“who wants to place a bet on who’s gonna get the most fucked up tonight” riki spoke up, you furrowed your brows. “is yeonjun in on this bet? because if so i think he would be” the two boys start laughing and jungwon shakes his head. “i think riki will” “woah? rude!!” he exclaimed, putting his hands up. “don’t get me started on new years..” you mumble and look the camera, as if communicating with the watchers. “i think won will” you spoke up. jungwon furrowed his brows.

“i’ll throw a wild one, yn!” riki pointed at you and you laughed right in his face. “absolutely not” you scoffed and riki laughed. “yeah we’ll see” you glared at him, wanting to slap the back of his head again but refrained yourself. “well one of us is gonna have to be a little sober to drive home” “we could always crash” you shrugged making jungwon scrunch his nose. “yeah.. sure” he replied, making you giggle at his tone of voice.

“whoever blacks out first owes the other two a hundred bucks?” riki suggests looking the two of you and you ponder on it for a bit. “each?” jungwon asks, side eyeing riki as he nods. “fine, deal” you say, sitting back in your seat once more. you look the camera and widen your eyes a little. “guys the bet is between me and won, riki doesn’t drink” “you were recording?!” “sorry!” you yelled back, making jungwon burst out laughing as he pulled up to the house.

the three of you got out of the car and you looked at yourself in the camera once more fixing your hair. “well guys we’re gonna head in so i’ll pick up the camera a little later! see ya!” riki and jungwon wave at the camera with you and you turn it off. “don’t worry i’ll end it once we’re a bit too drunk” you looked to both of them and riki sighed as if in relief. “thank god i didn’t need a new years recap. you were evil for that you know?” you laughed next to him as the three of you walked closer to the front lawn.

after what seemed like the longest car ride ever sunghoon jake jay and heeseung arrived at yeonjuns house. “god finally.” jay mumbled, shutting the door and glaring at jake as he got out of the drivers seat. “hey if you didn’t want me to drive you should’ve said something” jake exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “not like you would’ve listened” jay replied, walking ahead of jake and jake looked at sunghoon, mouth wide open.

“cmon jake, he’s just moody” sunghoon shook his head, putting his arm around jake’s shoulder as the two of them walked to the front door. sunghoon didn’t want to be here. he would much rather be at the rink or watching a movie with gaeul. jake rambled on about something next to him but he wasn’t really listening. well he was but not entirely. he just wasn’t in any sort of mood tonight. as they entered the house his nose scrunched at the sudden smell of sweaty bodies, weed, and alcohol. what a great fragrance choice, sunghoon thought.

“heeseung! guys it’s been so long!” yeonjun approached them, dapping up heeseung. sunghoon smiled softly and nodded, all fake though. he didn’t really like yeonjun or his friends. they weren’t weird just a tad bit much. then again sunghoon didn’t have room to speak, he hung out with the same three people all the time.

“so when can i be a special guest on the podcast?!” yeonjun laughed, throwing his hands up. sunghoon and jake eyed each other then sighing and smiling. this was going to be a long night.

you turned on the camera and fixed your appearance a little. “hey guys! so we’ve been here for about an hour, no one’s blacked out thank god. right now we’re playing uno with soobin and beomgyu!” you turned the camera around to soobin and beomgyu who smiled and waved. “annnnd right now riki is winning! here i’ll prop up the camera” you smiled and set the camera down, propping it up so everyone was in frame.

as of now you had only 3 cards left and 2 drinks in your system. “yns gonna use the camera to cheat!” jungwon pointed at you accusingly and you scoffed, almost laughing. “am not!” you shook your head and looked at the camera. “i would never do that!” “that sounds like someone who would” riki laughed next to you and you pinched his arm, making him yelp.

“it’s your turn soobin hurry up” beomgyu complained next to him making soobin side eye him. “you know just because you said that” soobin placed down a +4 and looked to jungwon who only smiled and placed down another. they had planned this. “yn please say you have a +4” jungwon looked to you, making you pout. “ugh i don’t.. oh wait.. what’s this..” you fake confusion as you set down another +4 card. beomgyu gasped and looked at riki with worried eyes. the four of you stared at riki as he set down his last card, in anticipation and it just so happened to be a +4, resulting in beomgyu picking up 16 cards and riki winning the game.

“ughh fuck! you let him win!” beomgyu yelled at soobin making him laugh as riki cheered. “yeah but what matters is that you have 16 cards so i think we all won” you and jungwon kept laughing as soobin and beomgyu continued arguing, neither of them stopping for a breath. you picked the camera back up, trying to contain your laughter. “as you can see beomgyu lost tremendously compared to riki, speaking of how do you feel?” you pointed the camera towards riki who was still cheering.

he looked down at the camera and smiled. “i feel like life is finally worth living.. like i finally have a meaning. the haters tried tearing me down but it didn’t work. we are so back” “the haters should’ve tried harder!” jungwon yelled in response making you burst out laughing at how riki glared at him. just as riki was about to say something the three of your phones buzzed at the same time, most likely the group chat.

ONE NEW NOTIFCATION.

kat: where are you guysss, im in the backyard

you looked up and looked around to spot kat. you beamed once you did find her and the three of you started yelling her name. “finally” you shouted as she got closer, hugging you. “told ya i was gonna come” she let go of you and smiled at the camera, waving. “hi vlog!!” making you giggle. “riki just kicked beomgyu ass at uno” jungwon said as kat took a seat next to him, passing her a drink. “for the last time i was set up!!” beomgyu yelled back, groaning. “fine let’s deal the cards and play again!” she smiled, collecting the cards up from the table.

sunghoon watched jake’s poor attempts at flirting with some girl from the couch. he had to stifle a chuckle everytime the girl rolled his eyes as he rambled. “i don’t know why he does this to himself” jay spoke next to him, shaking his head. “it’s actually pretty amusing” sunghoon smiled, leaning back on the couch, swishing whatever drink was in his cup. “you’ve been off tonight. what is it?” he looked to jay and pursed his lips, as if hesitating to speak.

sunghoon was like that, he didn’t confide in people easily. for some reason he always found himself in this situation with jay, a hefty load on his shoulders. jay looked at him with anticipation because he had already known something was in fact bothering sunghoon, he just didn’t know what. sunghoon huffed out a breath and pulled out his phone. opening a certain chat and passing it to jay. “don’t get on me for replying” sunghoon mumbled, making jay furrow his brows as he read.

sunghoon watched jays expression as he kept reading, his eyebrows stuck in that same angry position. “what the fuck? why didn’t you say anything?” jay looked at sunghoon, placing his phone down on the couch. sunghoon shrugged, sighing as he threw his head back. “hoon don’t listen to her, she’s just trying to rekindle something that wasn’t there.” jays face turned to worry as he saw sunghoon just sitting there silently.

“yeah but what if she’s right. what if i am unlovable” sunghoon turned his head, finally facing jay. jay only looked at him. “you’re not, sunghoon she’s just trying to mess with your head. don’t let her” jay watched his friends face, how it changed to frustration after he said that. he knew after that breakup it was a dark place for sunghoon.

“yeah, you’re right. it’s just been on my mind i don’t know why. i’m sorry if im killing the mood” sunghoon sighed out, now suddenly feeling guilty for pouring his feelings out on jay, a common feeling for him. “it’s normal hoon, don’t apologize. now get up, im taking you home” jay stood up, patting sunghoons knee. sunghoon shook his head, “no i won’t ruin your night” “my night was ruined when i saw jake flirt with that poor girl. now get up man” sunghoon laughed slightly, getting up and standing next to jay.

“let’s atleast tell hee we’re leaving, i think he’s outside” sunghoon muttered to jay who only nodded, leading the way. sunghoon read the texts again, lagging behind jay. the words were etched in his head ‘you’re unlovable’ maybe he should change something. maybe he was doing something wrong.

just before he could look up, he collided with someone, spilling whatever liquid was left in his cup. “oh shit i’m sorry-“ sunghoon looked up from his phone to see you, drenched in said liquid. your friends stood behind you, just as shocked as you were. “i..” “you did that on purpose you dick!” you shouted out, trying to wipe away the alcohol on your hands.

“on purpose?! i literally didn’t even know you were here” sunghoon shouted back, eyebrows now furrowed in irritation. “yeah sure” you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “are you stupid. i said i didn’t know” he replied, the same irritation in his voice. jay placed a hand on sunghoons shoulder, gripping it lightly. “okay hoon, just apologize”, he murmured in his ear.

“yeah for some reason that doesn’t seem believable, look just apologize” you crossed your arms, still glaring up at him. sunghoon almost wanted to laugh in your face. “apologize? you were in MY way!” “you were in my way! you probably did it on purpose too!” you shouted back, sunghoon groaning.

“the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you!” sunghoon shouted, a little louder now. loud enough for jungwon to step in between you two, you stepped back, quiet now. “there’s no need to yell man, now go.” jungwon glared at him, almost sizing him up. there was a notable size difference between the two. sunghoon scoffed, “fine” he walked past jungwon, shoulder checking him and leaving jay standing there.

jay laughed nervously as the group glared him down, scratching the back of his neck. “sorry.. he had a rough night. girl problems” jungwon gave him a half ass smile as if to say ‘okay.. go away now’ “yeah he didn’t have to be a dick about it. now can you move?” jays eyes widened at the boys bluntness and stepped to the side, letting the four of you walk away.

“you okay?” kat rubbed your arm as you guys walked towards the front door. “yeah just annoyed, ugh that guy is a dick” you grumbled, wiping away at your dress. “let’s hope we don’t have to see him again” jungwon mumbled in front of you, also quite annoyed by the encounter.

you weren’t as bothered as jungwon was, just a bit shocked. you didn’t like it when people raised their voice at you. it made you feel small, belittled almost. you didn’t like feeling that, jungwon knew that, all of them did. which is why he stepped in. he did that often for everyone, it was just his thing, protecting his friends.

the four of you reached the car, getting in. kat had ubered here so she was riding back with you guys. luckily everyone was pretty sober so going home wasn’t a problem. you sat in the front next to jungwon now, kat and riki in the back.

the car ride was pretty quiet, riki and kat in their own world and you and jungwon way too annoyed to even bother to talk. jungwon and riki dropped kat off first since her apartment came first then they reached your complex. you said your goodbyes (riki flicked your forehead) and went up, entering your apartment.

you pulled out your camera, realizing you hadn’t ended the vlog properly yet. you turned it around and fixed your expression, then hit record. “sorry i forgot to record in the car but that was pretty much it for tonight’s vlog! i’m just gonna take off my makeup, change then sleep. thanks for joining me today and be sure to like, comment, share and subscribe! till next time!!” you waved to the camera as you did your outro and blew a kiss.

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AUTHORS NOTE » soooooo ummmm 😅 maybe ynhoon WONT happen as expected. anyways this is when the smau srsly starts taking off so u guys r in for some DRAMAAA. pls like n reblog luvs 💟

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Uuuh here's my art dump for the reverse omens au I made

I can't remember which artist came up with the moth demon Aziraphale but credit goes to them, I just liked it and decided to run with it (I'll see If I can find them to drop a name sometime l8r)

Text ver under the cut

Aziraphale - really a quite terrible demon (original temptor)

Moth broach

Walking stick

Same outfit p much

Hair pattern silly

Majic man style coat

Eyes...

Moth antenna

Raphael - bored Archangel, human expert and healer (Crowley)

Outcast Archangel

Azi's pocket watch

Moth pendant

Devious smirk

How 2 draw skinny jeans?

Shoes...

Snake tattoo

(Text pages at the end, typed out below)

The story goes like this...

Aziraphale, thinking that keeping the diffrent between right/wrong from life is silly. He believes it's the right thing to do to introduce it to the humans. He is past looking to the all-mighty for morality, and really just does what he thinks is right. He disguises himself as an angel to offer the fruit to Adam + eve, and then discorporates the angel of the Eastern gate (unnamed angel, soon to be demoted for being bested so easily) to give the humans their flaming sword. He watches them go from the top of the Eastern gate, now non-disguised

Archangel Raphael is bored, hating how heaven is run but not wanting to ask questions after the fall of their last 'example'. He loves his stars, and wishes the world would be as interesting as them. He often visits the garden, so he sees Aziraphale on the wall and, bored, goes to be nosey

Crowley: the principality for this post taking a break?

Aziraphale: looks it, doesn't it? Whoever they were, they did quite an awful job. The humans are already a mile beyond the wall. Perhaps heaven is doing it all wrong then, hm?

It turns out, demons are quite talkative. And interesting

Crowley: hm, so you're saying you don't know what happened here?

Aziraphale: not a single clue. I suppose that's to be expected though, no?

Crowley: oh? What makes you say that?

Aziraphale: well, it's as she said. I'm not quite meant to ask questions. Her plan is ineffable, after all

Crowley: ineffable?

Aziraphale: quite. Silly, isn't it?

Crowley: I never said a thing, uh,

Aziraphale: Aziraphale

Crowley: Aziraphale

Crowley: how tf did u get captured by the Spanish inquisition?

(Dressed 2 the nines)

Crowley: I'm gonna myrical u outa this bc I have a heavenly duty but let it be known I think you're one of the dumbest motherfuckers I have ever met

Aziraphale: teehee

(No longer a fashion icon)

Crowley: dramatic ass demon

Sorry this is so terribly layed out tumblr kept changing it after I posted

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SUMMER TIME HIGH TIME, summer time with txt ♡

- it’s hot outside and the only thing you want to do is make memories with your favorite boy !

⋆·˚ ༘ * fluff, kinda crack lol

୨⎯ YEONJUN ⎯୧

- activity: cafe hopping and shopping!

- listen there’s nothing this man loves more than fashion and an iced americano on a hot day

- since the heat has just begun this calls for a shopping spree and he wanted to take you with him to spoil you with one as well

- “yeonjun-ah, you don’t need to do this i have my own money” “yeah but you only like to spend it on other people or our merch”

- yeah he got you with that one

- makes sure to pay attention to your body language

- ex. if you start unintentionally sighing, he’ll suggest sitting somewhere for a quick rest but if he notices your attitude completely change he’ll suggest going back home

- buys literally everything you touch with interest, defo buys something matching

- you guys leave the shopping center with so many bags in hand, yeonjun carrying them all of course

୨⎯ SOOBIN ⎯୧

- activity: ice cream date indoors!

- soobin is an introvert and any chance he gets he’s gonna stay inside, especially on a hot day

- “binnie it’s so nice outside! we should go enjoy the day!”, then he looks at you with puppy eyes “but i already set up the kitchen to look like an ice cream shop and bought a bunch of different flavors!”

- how could you say no to him?

- when you walk into the kitchen, behind the island is kai in the same outfit he wore in the loser lover mv, “hello welcome to kai’s ice cream shop! what could i get for you?”

- it takes everything in you not to laugh, the boy just looks so cute you wanna pinch his cheeks

- soobin leads you forward to look at the choices of ice cream, there are only two flavors, your favorite and his

- you both request your flavors and take your bowls to the table,, “i’m gonna leave now but let me know if you guys need anything else!” hyuka says leaving you two to yourselves

- once he’s out of view you finally let go of the laugh you’ve been holding in, “how did you convince him to do this?” “let’s just say i owe him a new plush”

୨⎯ BEOMGYU ⎯୧

- activity: late night drive singing your fave songs!

- hopping into the car with your favorite blanket in hand and beomgyu throwing the bag of snacks into your lap while climbing into the drivers seat, you settle in comfortably

-before putting the car in drive he puts on his playlist dedicated to these kinds of nights with you

- these songs range anywhere from musicals to txt’s own songs, but mainly including songs you love to hear him sing

- rolling down your windows feeling the cool summer’s eve breeze as beomgyu drives to nowhere you breathe in the feeling

- even though beomgyu is chaotic as shit moments like this with him are the ones that take away your worries and stress the most

- depending on the song, you usually don’t sing much, you’d rather listen to his calming and deep voice

- as the night progresses, you both begin to climb your sugar high and those calming moments before become the chaotic ones you’re used to

- “GYU PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD WERE GONNA CRASH” “IM SORRY BUT HOW COUKD YOU NOT HEAD BANG TO THIS SONG??”

୨⎯ TAEHYUN ⎯୧

- activity: swimming!

- taehyun’s favorite activity is swimming and the moment you decide to come with him he’s even more eager to get in the pool

- wether or not you decide to get in the pool, he still enjoys your company and never pressures you to get in though he will splash you here and there

- “y/n?” “sorry what?” yes, you zoned out checking him out, what else did you expect 🤷🏽‍♀️

- he reminds you of a little kid as he swims around with the biggest smile on his face

- now if you do decide to get in, he’d be so excited ready to show you any cool things he could do under water

- if the members did come along it’d be a chicken fight almost immediately, no doubt

- wether he’s on your shoulders or the other way around you guys stick together as a team to beat the other boys

- eventually the other boys get sick of the water and get out saying something about feeling like a prune

- “hey tyun, wanna play mermaids?” he does a quick sweep of the area making sure no members are near, “i’d love to play mermaids y/n”

୨⎯ HUENING KAI ⎯୧

- activity: drive in movie theater!

- kai is so bf!! the car you take is a borrowed suv and kai decorated it so aesthetically pleasing with plushies, blankets and pillows everywhere (100% looked on pinterest for inspo)

- you guys brought your own snacks and drinks and he somehow managed to hide a mini cooler in the seats????

- the movie you guys chose to watch was a horror movie so every jumpscare had kai hiding behind you

- “kai why did you choose a scary movie if you don’t like them?” “it was the only movie that looked interesting! i didn’t think it’d scare me this bad!”

- the suv is so comfortable you both actually end up falling asleep during the movie, only waking up to the sounds of the other cars starting up to leave

- “i can’t believe we slept through the movie” “i know, we should just have a sleep over in the back of the car”, that’s when you both look at eachother

- the next morning, you wake up to the rest of txt’s members knocking on the windows of the car interrogating you both as to why you fell asleep in the suv

a/n! i’m itching for summer to start where i live it’s still so cold and was literally snowing earlier this week😞😞😞

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 20. brb x oc

its the hand on hips for me

a/n: HAPPIER WITH THIS CHAPTER NGL. also,SMUT COMING AND HOPEFULLY IT WONT BE SO LONG ( im lying it'll probably be kinda long )

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff,their friends are just as bad as mav

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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“God,” she groans, trying to tug the low collar of her Morticia dress closed so it’d hide some of her cleavage, she was starting to get a bit self conscious about it right now, wondering if it was even wise to show up with something like that to Ev’s party. She knew her friend would go all out with her costume, she always did and wouldn’t think Bea’s costume was that crazy…and yet, she was overthinking already, “Maybe I could put something here,” she pressed a hand right between her breasts as she looked at her reflection.

She looks amazing, she does look really good but she felt if she moved too much something would pop out, “Do I still have those tapes? Maybe I can glue them on to hold the fabric.” she wanders to her old armoire, pulling drawers and rummaging through each one in hopes to find that beige colored package anywhere. She was too busy looking for it to notice the presence by the door.

Rooster managed to find a suit that somewhat resembles Gomez’s, with the exception that the purple lines were much thinner and almost invisible unless you got close enough, so it just looked like a dark suit, a very dark suit. He didn’t change his hair that much, it was the same wavy sandy brown as before but he did apply some of Beatrice’s eyeshadows under his eyes to make the bags a little bit more prominent, “Ohhh…” he says appreciatively when he sees her bent over trying to find the tape, “Is this how you are going to greet me, gorgeous?”

Beatrice laughs softly, still rummaging through the drawers, “I could, but I’m just looking for some sticky tape,” and she finally found it, nestled in the cranny of her armoire, pulling it out with some difficulty - the movement smashed a bit of the box but didn’t rip it - “Finally, I’m just going to put these on.”

“On? On where?”

Beatrice finally turns, taking a long appreciative look at his outfit before replying “Here,” and she gestures to the low collar, “I feel if I don’t I might show stuff I’m not really comfortable showing.” and of course he could understand it, but he was too busy paying attention to how good her chest looked, his eyes dropping to follow the movements as she breathed in and out, “Rooster!”

“Hm?” he snaps his eyes up to meet her gaze, immediately smiling innocently, “Sorry I got distracted.” she huffs out a laugh, disappearing into their bathroom to fix everything and he follows her like a puppy, “You look stunning.”

Beatrice gives him a sweet look over her shoulder, ripping a piece of the said tape, wetting it so it’d get sticky and lifting the fabric of her dress high enough to set it down. “Thank you Roos, you look very handsome as well.” she smiles back at him through the mirror, ‘You are the best Gomez I’ve ever seen.” 

He smirks back, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe as he waits for her to get ready, “I’m not going to lie,I’m excited to have this party with you.” he says, “And before I leave too, that’s exciting.”

“I’m excited too.” she says, fixing the dress on her body after gluing the pieces of tape down, running her hands on the curve of her waist, giving him a look, “How’s this?”

“Your tits are still knocking,” he smirks, and she laughs tossing her head back, “And you really look great in any shade of red, especially dark ones like you are wearing right now.”

The dark wine red lipstick made her lips appear so much fuller than they already were so there was no doubt he’s admiring her mouth so much, even more than her whole body. She gives him a little curtsy by lifting the ends of her dress and giggling “Why thank you. Now, I think we are both done here so…do you want to go?”

“Yeah, I think we better, everyone if not mostly everyone is probably there already. But there’s nothing wrong with being fashionably late.” He pushes himself off the doorframe to give her enough space to walk out, his eyes following her as she walked ahead of him.

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“I’m not.” She stops walking which in turn makes him stop as well, giving him a look over her shoulder with a tiny grin “I’m admiring it, babe.”

“And I appreciate it a lot, but one of these days you’ll trip over yourself if you don’t look away.” She jokes, turning around to fix the dark tie, tightening just enough before running her hands from his shoulders to his chest. “You do look really handsome.”

Rooster smirks, the two of them share a kiss, one that if it was up to him he’d deepen it just a bit more but the time was running and Evelyn would give them a call if they took too long. So, after checking on Jolene and making sure she was comfortable, which she was with her new dog bed, they left. Beatrice held onto his hand as he led them to the Bronco, with the brunette giving one look back at their house as he opened the door for her. 

“I might need to buy more decorations this year.” She comments once she’s inside, following the line of the roof with her eyes and finger “Maybe get those glowing ghosts, I think the neighborhood has more kids now too.” 

His grin never falters as she speaks, a pang of regret in his heart because he wouldn’t be there when Halloween arrives, but he knew she’d be fine, she’d be okay. “Send me the pictures, babe. I’ll love to see them.” He also wouldn’t be able to celebrate Christmas with her either, a complete opposite from last year. He wondered if last year it was because whoever put them together decided they had to have this time to get used to one another because of what the next year would bring.

 And he was very thankful for that. He had someone to come home to, someone wonderful whose family took him in as one of their own, hell, even her friends took him in. He didn’t want to keep thinking about it because it’d only make the sadness of leaving grow stronger, deciding go focus on driving all the way to Evelyn’s building. 

As soon as they neared it they both could see the orange lamps hanging by Evelyn’s balcony and the light on the penthouse turned on, the cars from the dagger squad and the girls’ were parked in front of the building signaling they were already there indeed. 

“Woah, I think those are pumpkins,”she squints her gaze upwards once she’s out of the car, Bradley stepping closer to her to place his hand on the curve of her waist “It looks like it at least.”

“I think it’s too far for us to see it, baby.” He leads her up the steps to the front desk, where the concierge immediately lets them know that Evelyn is already waiting for them and they could just walk up to the elevator. As they enter, pressing the button to Evelyn’s floor, Beatrice lets out a sigh “Everything good?”

She nods, rubbing her hands together with a small grin “Everything great, Roos. Just thinking about stuff, today was…full of emotion wasn’t it?”

“It was.” He replies with his eyes locked on the numbers going up and up “The bar was packed and filled with tourists, really weird for this time of the year.” 

“Well it’s off season that’s probably why they showed up.” She explains, looking at the same direction he was, the repetitive dinging of the floors going up adding to the loud whirring of the elevator “It’s been good though, it’s not that bad.”

“Do you think it’ll be like this the entire month?”

“Hmmm maybe, why?”

He just shrugs, “I just want you to be alright, baby. New people can bring some creeps and I worry about you when I’m not there.”

Beatrice’s smile softened and she grabbed his hand, tugging his arm just enough to make him lean down to her level, kissing his cheek and then immediately wiping away the dark red lipstick, “Thank you Roos. But I’ll be fine, you forget that Penny is probably the scariest person in that bar.” she says, “Remind me to tell you about the time she physically picked a six foot four guy by the collar and tossed him out.”

The fact he didn’t seem surprised was enough to make her giggle quietly, “I’ll do that.” the elevator stops and they could hear music playing, voices mixing together and the obvious smell of something, “Can Evelyn cook?”

“Well,” she begins as the doors part, “She cooked some stuff before, but if I know Ev she probably ordered stuff ready to eat. She knows a lot of cool places I’ve never heard of bef-” the door to Evelyn’s apartment opened and the two of them jumped back in surprise at her friend’s…costume…

Evelyn was completely covered in fake blood, absolutely soaked, her hair, her face, her baby pink strappy gown. She offered them a smile, one that given the situation was such a weird contrast they had to remember this was just a costume. “Hello, glad you two came up.” she steps back to give them space, “Come on in.” they do after the shock passes, the song reverberating over the speakers all over Evelyn’s apartment. As she walked into the apartment, which Evelyn decorated just as much as Beatrice did during Halloween, she could hear everyone’s voices coming from the outside, right by the pool. “You two look really good, I knew this costume idea would work for you.”

Beatrice turned to her friend, still a bit shocked by the sheer amount of blood on her body, “Thank you Ev, are you…dressed as Carrie?”

“I sure am.” she grins, “The good one. From 76. Get yourselves a drink, there’s a blood fountain over there,” in reality it was just non-alcoholic sangria, “And beer in the cooler.” and she made her way outside, letting everyone know the two finally arrived. Beatrice gave Rooster a small smile, one he reciprocated and so she led him outside to where the others were.

After a few greetings and clinking of bottles, they finally settled down on one of the couches Evelyn set outside by the pool. Beatrice took the time as she sipped the ‘blood’ to look at everyone’s costumes, they went all out for this little celebration, especially because they wouldn’t be here for the actual Halloween. She was surprised that Jake and Evelyn were actually dressed as Carrie and Tommy, she didn’t think Jake would be into stuff like that but considering how much he liked her friend she shouldn’t be surprised.

Bob and Shells were dressed as the Tin Man and Dorothy, which was surprising yet absolutely adorable, and honestly it fit Shells more than the angel costume she wanted to wear. She sipped her wine quietly, crossing one leg over the other as she heard everyone talking, smiling against her glass when she felt Rooster’s hand land on top of her bare knee, rubbing the side of it with his thumb.

“So,anyway, what are the plans tonight, Ev? Besides getting drunk?” Shells asked, sitting on Bob’s lap after placing the fake Toto to the side. Their friend took a while to reply, then smirked, leaning back against the seat.

“Well, I was thinking watching a few movies, but that’s no fun in that, so…we are playing a murder mystery later on.” she says, “Everyone will be either too drunk or too sober for it, which will be great.”

“Ohhh, that seems fun!” Carmen says, pulling her fake Merlin beard down so she could sip her own drink, “I’ve never played that, and I know you probably created a whole storyline for it too. You are our DM after all.” Evelyn just smiles more, proudly then nods in response. 

Beatrice however was just glad to have everyone in one place that wasn’t the bar. It was nice to have them at her place of work but having them all here, having fun and enjoying drinks and snacks was even better. It saddened her a bit that they wouldn’t be here, no one would, during Christmas or New Years. She didn’t want to have that feeling for too long, it almost gave her a bit of pain in her stomach the more she thought about it.

Not only she cared about Rooster, which she did, obviously, but she really cared about everyone else.

When she called them her non-blood family, she was being sincere. They were all part of her life somehow. 

While sipping the non-alcoholic drink, she blinked in surprise, normally she would drink either beer or some of the spiced wine she knew Evelyn had but yet, here she is, drinking non-alcoholic sangria - is that cranberry juice? Oh it’s good. - and enjoying it! Part of her wondered if she should take a sip but the other was just okay with this.

Plus it tasted really nice, there was no need for alcohol just yet. And she preferred to be just a bit sober that night, just to hear what everyone was talking about, watching everyone with a little smile. And she could be wrong but the Dagger Squad seemed a bit tense, maybe this mission - that Rooster couldn’t share anything about - was a lot harder than she thought it’d be.

She trusted them all, she knew how good they were and she didn’t want her anxiety to take over right now, she didn’t want to overthink about what would happen, she wanted- no she knew they’d come back safely. Whatever this mission was they could do it and they’d do it without any hiccups.

Beatrice felt his hand squeeze her knee just a bit more, she didn’t know if he knew she was thinking about it or it was just a casual reflex, but she appreciated it nonetheless, easing out a sigh of relief and getting comfortable on the couch. That is until Wiley showed up, wearing an adorable pirate outfit with the skull and bones hat and the flowy white shirt, “Oh my God, look at you!” she squeals, setting the glass aside when the orange tabby mewled, leaping to land on her lap and be immediately greeted with petting and caressing, “Oh, you look so handsome! You are a little pirate!”

“You know, with how much you love my cat you guys should get a cat too.”Evelyn comments, one of her hands on top of Jake’s thigh “I think Jolene would love the company.”

“Oh, I don’t think we can do that now.” Bradley says, wiggling his fingers above the cat and chuckling when Wiley bapped them with his paw, “Jojo is going to have a lot of company soon enough.”

And everyone went completely silent. Their eyes were all on the two, and the weight of the sudden realization hit Rooster and Beatrice. After everyone got quiet for too long, the two of them looked up and Beatrice gasped, “I-I’m not pregnant!” yet “Jojo is! She’s going to have puppies.”

Payback placed a hand on his chest, Phoenix had to support herself so she wouldn’t fall and Shells let out ‘ Jesus fucking Christ” under her breath. The married couple offered them an an apologetic look, one that only added to the situation, “When is the baby going to pop out?” Shells asked, “I mean, chop chop kiddos, where is it?”

“Shells.” Evelyn forcefully jabs her friend on the ribs, earning a cursed hiss from the blonde, then giving Bradley and Bea a look, “Ignore her, you know she can’t keep her mouth shut sometimes.”

“I’m just saying- Ow!” another jab, this one on her shoulder followed by a warning glare from Evelyn, “Okay, jeez.”

Beatrice laughs quietly, holding Wiley like a baby and gently scratching his tummy, “Well, we are working on it.” she says, giving Rooster a look. A look that said ‘we’ve been trying a lot but we better not share how many times we do it in front of our friends.’ “And, you know, we aren’t in a hurry.”

‘Well,I am- OW!”

“Shut up Shells!” Evelyn’s last glare was enough to shut the blonde up, then her gaze softened when she looked back at them, “It’s about your time, not ours.” another glare directed towards Shells. “When it happens it happens, don’t feel pressured.”

Evelyn, because she probably had more maturity and common sense than anyone else in that place, did just that, she calmed them down. There is one thing having both of their families asking about it - especially because Mav isn’t subtle when it comes to it and she knew her parents would ask them about it when they got to their place tomorrow - and another having the one lone voice who breaks the pattern and assures them everything is fine.

Beatrice mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Ev, who just smiled brightly, “Anyway, who wants to play pumpkin pong?” 

-

“Not only he is the murderer but I also think he cheated on his wife.”

How did it happen? How did all of them, after several other activities in Evelyn’s house - murder mystery, pumpkin bong and horror trivia - managed to sit down and watch random horror movies? Movies that Evelyn, because it is Evelyn, manages to find so easily. No one heard of any of the movies, most of them were slasher but the suspense ones were the favored for the rest of the night.

No one was tired, it was like a sleepover where no one falls asleep and stay up the whole night watching horror flicks with your best friends, eating pumpkin shaped cookies and heating up pizzas from earlier that night. “I think it’s the sister,” Carmen says, following Coyote’s explanation, “Because she wanted to protect the other woman from the man in the attic.”

“Well, yeah but how,” Fanboy gestures to the screen, sitting close to Eliza and Halo, “Does she know he’s in there?”

“She heard his footsteps before,” Phoenix explains as if it was obvious, “Those thunking sounds were his steps.”

“Oooohh.”

Bradley leans back on the couch where Beatrice is nestled to his side, Wiley still on her lap but this time he’s asleep, purring quietly as she keeps her fingers on his orange fur. His eyes dropped to the top of her head, her temple pressed to his shirt’s breast pocket - he removed the jacket to put on her shoulders when she said she was cold earlier that night - with her gaze on the tv, “Hey.” she turns her head to him with her eyes blinking slowly, “Everything okay?”

She blinks again, then nods with a grin, “Yeah,” she says, looking down at the sleeping cat, “Just enjoying everyone else’s enjoyment.” and he just grins at her when she says it, her head falling back to his chest, inhaling his cologne and seeping his warmth. He kisses the top of her head then, burying his nose on her hair for a brief second before he turns his eyes to the tv.

That is until Beatrice tells him she has to go to the bathroom, asking Evelyn quietly where it was because her place was too big for her to remember where it was. Evelyn smiles - it was still odd with the fake blood all over her face - but she stands up, leading Beatrice to her private bathroom “Oh you didn’t have to–”

“It’s okay Bea,” Evelyn says as they enter, “You are my friend, you don’t need to use the guest bathroom.”

Beatrice thanks Evelyn, gently puts Wiley down and disappears inside the huge ensuite bathroom. It was…probably twice the size of her own ensuite bathroom at their house now and she thought that was big. 

She didn’t expect Evelyn to still be there when she comes out, rubbing her hands together to get rid of the extra moisture that wasn’t soaked by the towels inside, blinking at her friend when she sees she’s leaning against the wall, “Oh, I thought you went back.”

“I will in a bit, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh…okay?”

Evelyn inhales, pushing herself off the wall to approach Beatrice, “Bea, listen,I know everyone is probably on your ass right now about a baby, especially your parents, but don’t - don’t force yourself to get something done. A baby doesn’t happen suddenly and you guys still have time to think about it.” she says, placing her hands on Beatrice’s shoulders, “Remember, you are the one controlling this whole thing, you and Rooster. If this happens now, it’s great if it doesn’t, it’s great too.”

Beatrice watched Evelyn speak and her smile widened. Of course her friend would go full protector mode because of what happened, because she knew how her family was and how her friends - Shells - was too. She was just making sure her mental health would be okay during this time, “I know.”

“Okay. And listen, do not hesitate to call me or Shells if you feel alone while Rooster is gone. We can make something up with the girls and spend time together.”

“I know.” Bea says, “...you can do that too, you know? I know you’ll miss Jake.”

Evelyn’s usually neutral façade softened and finally it was obvious that yes, she did like him and she shouldn’t hide it. Jake was the one person who could crack Evelyn’s neutral mask and it made Beatrice more than happy, “I know.” she whispers, “And I will miss him…but he doesn’t have to know that. Not more than he already does.”

The two share a laugh, Wiley meows begging to be picked up again and Beatrice complies, “Shall we go?” Evelyn suggests and Bea nods in response, the two finally leaving the room “You know, it’s almost four in the morning right now, you guys can spend the rest of the night if you want.”

Four in the morning. Holy shit they had to go to her parents for lunch tomorrow…oh well, they can spend a few more minutes there, it wasn’t like they’d wake up that late,right?

[gaypeople4itzy]

Hope is better than despair

With Itzy's Yuna

Part 2 of two !!!

wordcount : about 1k

warnings : slightly rushed, didn't get time to revise it much sorry my loves :(

A few days passed as you did your best to not let that letter thing trouble your daily life too much. Although you had promised yourself to not let it affect you, it would be a lie if you were to say you didn’t feel a little weird. You were trying to act detached from it, but deep down, you knew you were waiting for Yuna’s response, and you couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if she were to never reply back

Time passed as you checked your mailbox every morning, without missing any day, and yet, you were faced with more disappointment with each day passing by. The more you would check, the less hope you would have, and you didn’t know if it was right to still believe she was going to reply to you as it had already been two weeks your letter was sent

Of course, there was a possibility that she had just been busy or that she lived way further away than you thought, but somewhat, it’s like something inside of you wanted to assume she didn’t want anything to do with you. Perhaps was it because not holding on to far too thin hope was better for your sake?

Nevertheless, you still kept checking daily, even if the absence of any apparent letter made you feel dizzy and had your heart aching, you still wanted to believe, at least, for a little bit

One morning came, there was truly nothing special about it. No birds were singing outside the window, obviously, winter was way too cold for them. Your breakfast didn’t seem specially good either, same plain cereals with a bit of milk. And your clothes, it was a boring outfit, no real motivation came to you as you spent your days walking around the town of your childhood, as your parents were yet to be on vacation, waiting for them to come back home later on

There was nothing that made that day noticeable, same nostalgia, and same fear that your heart were to ache again

Although it seemed like it was the usual, something came up, and showed you that maybe the few hours that would follow would be rather different than you expected

Instead of going outside by yourself, you felt yourself get called outside. Something was bringing you there, a sound. The doorbell rang, once, twice. You stood up, and walked towards the door. It was probably one of the neighbours 

Except that when you opened the door, you quickly realized you hadn’t seen this person while walking around here. Tall, slim, black hair and those adorable eyes,

“Y/N !! I told you I’d come back !! Did my letter not reach you ???”, and that voice,

Yes, you knew who that was, 

You knew that you knew, but you felt like, unable to think properly, frozen by the situation

You suddenly felt arms around you. That’s when it clicked. Yuna, your lover, the person you couldn’t ever forget about, the person you had spent years dreaming about, the girl you had been upset with, the girl you wanted to kiss more than anyone, the girl who made you feel like there was still a spark here, the girl who made you, be you

She was here, it was… real?

“Yuna..?” you murmured, barely audibly 

Then, everything seemed blurry, you could tell there was someone talking to you but you couldn’t understand what was going on, just strange sounds wandering around your ears, as the landscape became a mass of confusing colours, before your vision turned to nothing but an absence of light

…

You slowly opened your eyes, you were still in the house, in the living room. You weren’t outside, and it didn’t feel cold like it did earlier. You felt warm, like wrapped in your blanket. There was no one in front of you, and no one at the door

You could still barely see anything, only focusing on the warmth you felt, since when had you slept so good?

Yuna’s presence in your dream seemed so real, you were such a fool

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, the realization that this product of your imagination would be the closest thing you’d get to ever seeing her again hurt

Your eyes opened more widely as you felt something warm on your cheek,

“Why are you crying my angel ?” and that voice again

You sat up and looked around, met with the smile you had missed dearly. Her hands on your face, she looked at you in the cutest way

“I missed you so much” she spoke again

Yuna held you against her as you felt your tears dry off almost imeediatly. You were so relieved to have her by your side again, just the single thought of being stuck in a dream again made you nauseous

“You collapsed in my arms earlier, have you not been getting sleep pretty ?” she asked you, worried

“I have I have ! I’ve just, I don’t know, since I have sent you that letter, I, well, it’s been an emotional rollercoaster, I missed you so much Yuna, I thought I’d have to life the rest of my life without you”

“You know me better than that silly ! How could I not respect my promise ? I have always loved you, and I still do, I love you even more actually !”

And just like that, just because it felt right, you kissed her, kissed her like it was your last moment together even though it was the beginning of an adventure, of the life you thought was impossible to ever arrive to,

You had done the right thing by believing rather than forgetting her

[harapeveco]

Knk beach episode plot we need and deserve:

They go to the beach for some stupid reason don’t really think about it they are just there

Mai’s van is just cartoonishly filled with beach stuff (umbrella, towels, at least 7 floats, beach chairs). As part of the joke they filled it with so much stuff Tobi almost dies squished by them. For some reason they also put him in the trunk but Baku wasn’t he had a seat in the back seat

Basically Tobi gets bullied a lot for my amusement. Also he doesn’t want to be there at all

Speaking of Tobi he’s wearing the same outfit as Yusuke in the beach trip but instead of blue swimming trunks and a white hoodie the trunks are bright orange and the hoodie is black. He’s dying bc it’s too hot but he refuses to take it off

Only Mai and Rei know how to swim while Monika and Tobi use the floats

Also Tobi doesn’t like water in this one he’s like a rabid dog he will bite you if you even dare to think about it (Rei is bitten but actually manages to make him go in the water)

Yuu and Nagi are there too actually but the joke is they are all trying to beat Yuu senseless while absolutely no one questions why Nagi is there. They are besties in this scenario but like they aren’t does that make sense? It does in my head

Ryou is just there too he’s looking from afar witnessing all the shenanigans but he’s not a part of it he sees some shit going on and decides that’s not his problem he just leaves he won’t put himself in a situation

They eat popsicles. The joke here is that when asked what the strange flavor of the popsicle is the answer is just “orange”

We can’t forget the watermelon bit. Tobi hits Yuu instead of the watermelon but that’s on purpose

Also let throw in some beach volleyball bc yes idk how that will go but it’ll be a mess for sure

At some point and don’t ask me why or how they are in a boat. There’s a storm coming (again don’t ask me why or how it just happens) and fucking Tobi falls into the water and is drowning like the loser he is so ofc everyone is throwing stuff he can use to float but everything is actually heavy and sinks. “Throw things that actually float!” He yells. “Here grab this rope!” Says Mai throwing a rope he can grab onto. “Here grab this other rope!” Rei throws the end of the same rope thinking it was another one. “ITS THE SAME ROPE YOU IDIOT” he screams and drown and fucking dies. After the storms ends everyone is crying, Rei laments “I will never forget his last words ‘it’s the same rope you idiot’ 😭”

Thats it’s that’s how it ends

Jk they go to shore and Tobi is there like a wet kitty with the bat (or stick) they used for the watermelon waiting for them so he can kill them. Cut to the persona 4 chasing scene you know the one

You may have noticed Yukito has not been mentioned throughout the story that’s bc I forgot about him just like how Eve and Newo do every chapter. Sorry Yukito ily

The end

[nerdasaurus1200]

Okay, so

Atalanta’s design in the 2014 Hercules movie.

To quote Angel Dust…

They do my girl so dirty here with this outfit cause once again this falls into the trap of prioritizing sexiness when it comes to warrior women. I’m not entirely sure if this is meant to be the actual Atalanta from myth cause they completely botch her backstory but it’s a movie about Hercules so I’m gonna treat this like it’s the “real” Atalanta.

For those of you who don’t know, Atalanta is one of the Hunters of Artemis and spent her life being raised by bears and hunters out in the middle of the Grecian forest. As such she spends very little time in actual civilization and fights with a bow and arrow. She’s also famous for slaying the Caledonian Boar almost singlehandedly.

And yet…this shows almost nowhere in this design at all. If you told me this woman grew up in the woods I probably wouldn’t believe you. The only thing that’s remotely appropriate is the armguard for the bowstring. This outfit has so many dumb choices.

Her hair is up in a ponytail of intricate braids. She grew up in the woods, why would she care that much about her hair? She didn’t spend any time around people, so hair care to this level shouldn’t even be on her radar, let a lone a priority for her.

She’s as white and unscarred as she could possibly be despite living out in the middle of the woods. She hunts for a living, there’s no way she hasn’t gotten into skirmishes with her catches before.

She has nothing but skimpy leather which does nothing to emulate a bear or protect herself in any way. Cause yeah she didn’t grow up around humans but she’s Atalanta not Eve, let her be clothed.

She’s supposed to be an *archer* yet she has abs for some reason….? If she’s running around doing archery day in and day out her body’s not gonna look slim like that. There’s been viking tombs they’ve found where there’s bone deformities from how much archery they did, her upper back should be ripped as hell.

And the boobplate…..the fucking boobplate 😑😑😑 Sorry but boobplates need to keel over and die already, the only purpose they serve is showing a character has boobs. 

If you’re gonna design a look or outfit for a character like Atalanta, it should very obviously emulate her wildness and feral nature to reflect her upbringing. Let her actually feel like a bear in human’s clothing.

Take Disney’s Tarzan for example.

Everything about this design says “person who grew up in a wild jungle”. He wears little clothing so he can run around in the hot humidity, he keeps his hair almost completely loose and unkept. And even his very body, yeah he’s kinda ripped but he’s not Chris Hemsworth ripped. He’s still very lean and scrawny looking. He looks like a gorilla in a human body almost.

Why not do the same for Atalanta? As a bear lady she could be wearing furs all over that she sewed into clothing herself-heck she could even be wearing the hide of the boar she slayed- so she actually looks like a bear. She should keep her hair in a simple style, either really short or just tied up in a basic ponytail. Let her have scars all over her body to show that she’s gotten in some nasty struggles. Let her be super thick to give her the mass of a bear. Let her have wood for basic armor instead of any kind of metal

[kookluvre]

gold is dull. || jjk || 02

your once-love abandoned you to chase his dreams as a boxer, leaving you and unknowingly, at the time, his son. as much as you want to forget him, you can't. you see him on the billboard, tv commercials, and in your son's room, reminding you of everything you once were.

“momma! please take me to golden boy's fight! he’s fighting here! in our hometown. please, momma. for my birthday? i wanna see him in person!”

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: boxer!jk, dilf!jk, single mom! oc, heavy angst, ex-boyfriend, eventual smut, fluff, slow-burn

chapter warnings: blood, boxing fight, light smut, mentions loss of virginity, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, just lots, lots, lots, of angst

chapter wc: 7.2k

A/N: woooohoooo chapter 2!!! i'm so glad you all loved chapter 1! thank you all for the kind msgs😭! this story will only get better by chapter. i can't wait for you all to read all of it. anyway, this chapter turned out to be longer than i anticipated! i also got inspired by the movie southpaw for the flashback scene! buckle up and enjoy!! this was angsty. yay. sorry? hehe enjoy and let me know your thoughts. ❣

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It’s December 31st. New Year’s Eve… and the day you’ve been avoiding is finally here. Today is the day you see that smug smile, tattoo sleeve, and those golden shorts with Lose Yourself playing as he confidently gets closer and closer to the ring. Today, you take your son to his favorite boxer fight in person. Today, you see Jungkook after five years since he abandoned you. 

As you are seated in your vanity mirror getting ready, you look at yourself, and you get reminded of the same girl that was casually doing their makeup, applying bold red lipstick, to go the party where you first met Jungkook. You had no idea that the guy Seokjin set you up would turn out to be the person you thought was the love of your life. Seokjin had only told you that he wanted you to meet his “handsome and boxer” friend, and you had to agree since he had previously agreed to meet up with your sister per your request. Things worked out for them, but can’t say the same thing about you. You assured Seokjin that this would only be a one time thing, since you were too busy with college and because “he was a boxer.” Who would’ve thought that that was the one thing that made you fall for him? His desire to succeed as a boxer. The drive he carried to achieve every one of his dreams. It inspired you. He inspired you. And your presence inspired him. Now, as you sit in front of your mirror, you’re applying a calmer shade of maroon red, and assuring yourself that you will be fine seeing Jungkook after five years. I’m okay. I’m okay. I won’t even see him up close. I’m going because this will make Min-Su happy. You pray the boxing gods hear your prayers and make him lose the fight. Then you make them hear the prayers about him winning for Min-Su’s happiness. Although Min-Su never finishes a match until the twelfth round, since he’s scared of the violence and the blood, he stays up, waiting for you to let him know that Jungkook has won. It’s also not good for Min-Su’s heart to have too much stress. 

“Hey baby, did you already pick out your outfit?” You ask Min-Su as you walk over to his room. You always let Min-Su pick out his clothes for any occasion because you want him to explore his creativity and personal style. Min-su walks out his closet, “I’m all ready, Momma! I just need help with the bowtie.” The choice of a tux definitely took you by surprise. You knew your son was a fashionista, but not this much! He must’ve gotten inspired by the celebrities he sees on TV being on first row. “You’re so so so handsome, my baby. Look at you!” You’re endeared by his choice of outfit. As you’re putting Min-Su’s bowtie on, you look at him with affectionate and teary eyes. “Mom, you’re crying.” Min-Su drops his smile. The comment takes you back. Tears were coming down your face and you didn’t even know. “What?! Oh my god, I am,” You say with a slight chuckle, wiping the tears from your face. “It’s cause you’re getting so big! And the day is finally here! It made me emotional, that’s all baby. I’m okay, look at me.” You show the biggest and goofiest smile, which makes Min-Su laugh. You got teary-eyed because you remembered the perseverance you held all these years to make Min-Su live a healthy life. 

“Are you now ready to go seeeeeee Jeonnnnnn??!!!!!” You exclaim spinning him around in a hug.

“Let’s gooooooo!!” Min-Su shouts, and once again showcasing his big bunny smile.

The car ride with your dad is a bit quiet as he tries to make conversation, but you just give him short and dry replies. These replies are the result of the anxiety you feel driving towards the arena. As much as you try to hid away these feelings, you can’t. If you’re being completely honest to yourself, the thought of seeing him in person after hearing from him four years ago with a hateful reply to your letter and not seeing him for five years frightens you. You’ll be there cheering with your son for the man who abandoned you without any remorse. You’re just another insignificant person in the big crowd of fans, and that’s all you are: fans to Jungkook, while for you, he is the father of your child. How could it not affect you? How can you act like everything is okay? You feel all these feelings, while Jungkook has no idea that you are there. 

Your dad turns to look back at Min-Su to see if he has his headphones on, “You okay? I can go in with Min-Su. He’ll understand if you tell him that you’re feeling under the weather.” 

“For the millionth time, I’m fine, Dad. I’ll be okay,” You let out a chuckle and a smile, trying your best to make your dad believe you, although you know that the look on your face would be evident to everyone you came to contact with. It’s a look of worry and nervousness. Your dad is correct, it would be better for you to stay home and let your son go with his grandpa, however, you also know that Min-Su would really appreciate if you’d be by his side, so you try your best to hide what you feel and let Min-Su’s happiness spread over to you. 

“And oof, Volkov takes a jab to the chin from the Golden Boy! Damn, that was a strong one from Jeon! We are seeing constant jabbing from the Golden corner and a lot of running from the red corner. The match has definitely turned around to Golden Boy’s favor. Now we see Volkov getting on position to — ahhh,” The commentator groans, “The Golden Boy takes a strong punch to the nose! Would you look at that blood! We might’ve spoken too soon. The three minutes are up, and round 7 has ended. Volkov taking the win for this round. Let’s see what Golden Boy still has left for the remaining 12 rounds.” 

It felt relieving seeing Jungkook getting punched. You pretended that every punch was for all the struggles that you endured because of his absence and denial. When you look over your side to see Min-Su, you see him looking away and covering his eyes every time Jungkook gets punched, especially with that bloody nose punch he endured in round 7. Min-Su gets scared and anxious when there is a lot of blood in the match towards the end of the fight. Min-Su never likes to explicitly tell you that he gets scared, but you know, which is why you always tell him “alright, it’s getting late, time to go to bed,” and he doesn’t argue with you. You let him stay up, though, until the fight is over, so he can know if Jungkook won. 

“Baby, let’s go to get some snacks, and go to the restroom?” You tell Min-Su with a gentle smile. He nods with the ICEE on his hands. Your dad stays watching the fight, enjoying the sight of Jungkook losing. Although, there was a feeling of relief at Jungkook getting hit, there was a part of you that still got scared when you saw the blood on his face, drops of sweat falling on his face, and the team cleaning his wounds. It reminded you of those rookie fights you’d schedule for him where he reassured you that everything was okay and that “you should see the other guy.” It pained you seeing his pale soft clear skin all bruised up, swollen eyes unrecognizable and the coughing up blood the day after the fight.

“Baby, look at your face. Look at your face.” You sob, caressing his swollen eyes, busted lip, and bruised cheekbones. Carefully placing your forehead on his as you sit on a straddling position on the couch. You always hated the end of the fight and the day after. It was when his wounds were the most prominent, and you couldn’t focus on anything more. Jungkook had won this fight, however, that wasn’t enough to make you feel better over his bruised face. 

“C’mon babe, don’t tell me that, I won the fight, we should be celebrating,” He smirks as he grabs your waist to pull you in closer to him. 

“No baby, I can’t. Look at you.” You continue to sob. 

“Don’t be too harsh on me. Imagine how I feel when the girl I love tells me “‘look at your face,’”He laughs, giving you a kiss on your cheek, saying it with that weak and sensual voice he carries after a fight. 

He makes you let out a chuckle in between your sobs, “I’m sorry kook, it’s just it hurts seeing you like this, you know.” 

“I know, baby. I promise you, next fight, I won’t let them hit me too many times. Third round and BAM, he’s knocked out.” You let out a laugh as you know you can’t believe him. Fights are unpredictable. You don’t know how the opponent has been training, what tricks they have up their sleeve, but you loved Jungkook’s positivity. That’s what kept you and him going. 

“So what do you say? I still have some left in me for another round, ____.” He smirks, as he starts to move his hips towards your area, letting yourself get under his heat. You begin to grind, as you feel the bulk on his pants get harder making contact with you. Your dress moves up exposing your lace thong. His large hands find their way to your ass, groping your cheeks, while a slight moan comes out of your mouth. The lips find their way to each other, leaving hot, weak, and wet kisses, as they are interrupted by the gentle sounds leaving your mouth. As you are straddling his lap, you stop kissing, both of you calming down. He stops groping your cheeks and you come to a stop from the smooth up and down movements your hips are making. Your hand goes from his neck to his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his jaw, looking at him, while he looks at you. 

“Get some rest, baby.” You gently smile at him and he smiles back. Your beating hearts and warmth of your skin prompts Jungkook to fall asleep on the couch by your side. You watch as his eyes close down, exhausted from the fight. You kiss his forehead, “I love you.”

“So what do you want to eat, baby? There’s nachos, pizza, popcorn-,”

“Popcorn!” He exclaims, not letting you finish listing all the options. 

“Okay!” You laugh, “Can I get nachos, popcorn, and one water, please.” 

You and Min-Su sit on a bench that is available near the concession stands. It feels good to be away from the seeing the match and Jungkook. You notice, though, that Min-Su is tapping his leg and is acting quieter than always, so you ask if he’s alright. 

“Yeah, momma. It’s just that I don’t know if Jeon is going to win.” Min-Su would always get sad when Jungkook would lose matches. He really likes the feeling he gets when Jungkook wins fights, like if he, Min-Su, got him there. He enjoyed celebrating Jungkook’s success.“Even if he doesn’t win, we know who is the best, right?” You playfully muss his hair, giving Min-Su an assuring expression. 

“Momma! It’s 12:00! The fight! Cmon, let’s go check if Jeon won!” Min-Su exclaims, tugging at your arm to take you back to the arena. As you’re approaching the gate number, you see a big group of people hurdling around a certain someone. Photographers, bodyguards, press officers, medical staff, girls in short dresses, men in tuxedos, men in gold boxing jackets that read “GOLDEN BOY STAFF.” You know. You know who is the man in the center. It’s Jeon Jungkook. Unable to move or blink, you spot him with a beautiful girl with bold red lipstick by his side and a golden belt around his waist. His team chants “Champion! Champion! Champion!” Guess he won the fight. The chant quickly turns into “Happy New Year,” followed by hugs amongst themselves. You and your son are outsiders of his whole team, watching this all happened from solely a stranger perspective. Your hold on Min-Su’s hand tightens. You’re unable to feel anything at the sight of him. You’d think you feel a tad of anger, sadness, hell even happiness, but there is nothing. Rather, you feel coldness and numbness all over your body at the sight of Jungkook’s smile. A smile you haven’t seen in years. The face that once brought you warmth, now bring you nothing but a freezing feeling of insensibility. You don’t blink. You’re a statue. A cold, rigid statue, who is in a trance watching the father of your child have the time of his life, celebrating his win and New Years with his loved ones. It isn’t jealousy. It’s not like you wish he didn’t have happiness. You’ve wished this for him. That he could grow from the possible, perhaps non-existent, guilt he felt abandoning you and could forgive himself, again probably non-existent, for neglecting your child. 

Min-Su brings you out of the trance the sight of Jungkook has put you in when he lets go of your hand, running towards the big crowd of people. You’ve always been a nervous person, so when you see Min-Su go in between the crowd, you start to freak out, thinking of all the possibilities. Min-Su getting trapped under everyone. Someone pushing him causing him to fall down. Him getting kidnapped. You always let your imagination get the best of you. “Min-Su! Min-Su! Min-Su! Min-Su!” You exclaim walking around the big crowd, trying to get closer to the center to get a better view of Min-Su’s whereabouts. You bring your hands up to your forehead, on the verge of crying. You fight against the crowd, and land at almost the center, when you spot Min-Su. Min-su’s miniature body had gotten past everyone and is now right in the middle of the circle of people besides Jeon Jungkook, asking the Golden Boy for his autograph and taking a selfie with his iPad. Min-Su is looking at Jungkook in complete awe; he has his hero right in front of him. Seeing them side-by-side, it pulls at your heartstrings how much they look alike. The same nose. The same smile. Glossy eyes. Chubby cheeks, yet defined. And the same mole hidden under their bottom lip. Jungkook leans down to Min-Su’s height, making a pouty face and a fist. You note how it used to be the same pouty face joined by a peace sign. Min-Su had been carrying a pen and a notepad all night long to get an autograph from him, he’d say, “I promise you, I’ll get it mom!” Positivity. A thing he gets from someone else that isn’t his mother. You didn’t think there would be a chance for him to get it, and there he was, waiting as Jungkook wrote something on his notepad. 

“Can you sign this?!” Min-Su exclaims as he stands besides Jungkook. 

“Woah! Where’d you come from kiddo?” Jungkook chuckles as he grabs Min-Su’s notepad and pen. 

“I wanna be like you when I grow up! My mom doesn’t like that idea, though.” 

“You’re mom’s right. Be like you, kiddo. Not like me.” Jungkook winks and chuckles. 

“Look, that’s my mom, right there! Could you write a message for her, too? She’s also a big fan!” Min-Su exclaims with a bunny smile, pointing to you where you look frantic, being held back by a tall and thick bodyguard. 

As you try to find a way in, you are stopped by one of Jungkook’s bodyguards. You try to reason with him, that that’s your son and that you’re trying to get him, but he doesn’t care, ignoring what you plead for, repeating the same phrase,“No, ma’am. I can’t let you go through.” What is he a fucking robot? “Just let me in for god’s sake! Min-Su! Min-Su!” You yell at Min-Su trying to get his attention. 

“That’s your mom, kiddo? She looks mad worried. Why don’t we let her in? Hey, Joon! Let her through! She’s this kid’s mom!” Jungkook alerts him. The bodyguard drops his arm, letting you through. You desperately come running to the center where Min-Su is, crouching down, meeting Min-Su, anxiously checking his body to see if he’s all okay, “Don’t you ever run away from me like that! You almost gave me a heart-attack, Min-Su! Are you okay?” Min-Su nods, a frown on his face because of how he scared you. “Okay. Let’s go.” You grab Min-Su’s arm, and begin to walk into the big crowd again, when Jungkook calls him, “Hey kiddo! You’re autograph!” This causes Min-Su to break from your hold again and go retrieve his autograph. Through all this, you’ve been trying to avoid Jungkook’s eyes, looking down or never facing his way, however, as Min-Su goes back, you have no choice other than to turn back as well, as you don’t want to repeat the earlier incident. As you turn, Jungkook and you see each other in the eyes. The cold, numb feeling, is now overtaken by reminiscence. It’s not a warmth feeling, though. It’s something in between. It still feels strange. It’s the middle ground between cold and warm. There is a nostalgia his eyes bring you, simultaneously, though, there is a forgetfulness to it. You’re confused if the nostalgia you feel stems from solely the memories you had with him or if there is a part of you that continue to long for Jungkook. However, there is also that vagueness you feel. You’re unsure if that abstraction is due to the different, strange, gaze he now has after five years or if it’s you who has created that vagueness in spite of his abandonment. Jungkook’s look is not one of guilt or remorse, it’s simply a pleasant look. However, you, you look at him with millions of feelings, unsure of what they all mean. 

“Is that you? _____, it’s you! Oh my god! My old friend! How have you been?!” Jungkook exclaims, walking towards you with opened arms, pulling you into a tight hug. Min-Su snaps a picture of the hug, completely surprised and happy at the sight of his favorite boxer hugging his mom. You can’t deny to yourself that his hug feels like an old memory, a good old memory. His arms are bigger than ever. You feel his heart pounding through his chest. The sweat sticking to your blouse. 

Now you feel your heart fall to the ground. He’s hugging you. There’s even a smile when he hugs you. He abandoned you, and he’s doing all this. Does he not have any conscience? Does he not remember anything? Everything you went through together? How he promised you his future? How you promised him your future? The list you both made with all your “together dreams”. The fucking letter you sent him a year after he left you. Hell, this is the guy you lost your virginity, too! The same guy who knocked you up, and the same fucking guy who left you all alone caring for a child. And here he was, being the most nonchalant he could be. 

“Momma! You’re Jeon’s friend?! This is so coooooool!” Min-Su with open eyes, excitedly asks you. 

“What? I-uh- a I knew him a long time ago, baby.” You stutter as you respond to Min-Su, keeping your eyes on Jungkook’s. It’s true. You did know him. Now you don’t. And you don’t plan on knowing him ever again. Min-Su keeps a big smile, ignoring what you said, solely focused on how Jungkook hugged you and called you his friend. “This little guy is a big fan, huh? Y’all want to go backstage? The least I can do for a good friend and her son.” He chuckles, looking at the little guy. Did he say "the least”?! The least?! The least he could’ve done was respond to your letter in a decent and respectful manner, not with full-on degradation.  

“Min-Su, its getting late, your grandpa is waiting for us, cmon baby. We’ve got to go.” You see Min-Su’s smile literally turn upside down, and you know that’s when he’s about cry a river, and that’s when you agree to take the tour. You understand Min-Su’s desire to want to go. Min-su is completely unaware of the history between you and Jungkook. To him, he’s only the famous boxer he sees on TV and billboards. A person he has admired. Jungkook is the guy he’s been a fan of and now he is going backstage with him- of course this would bring genuine happiness to Min-Su. You’d never deny Min-su his happiness, even if it hurts you. 

“Hey kiddo! Wanna try these on?” Jungkook lifts his gloves up with the same bunny smile you see every day on Min-Su’s. “Omg! Yessss!” Min-Su exclaims as he runs towards Jungkook after looking at all of Jungkook’s boxer shorts. 

“Hey, bring me some tape! Imma wrap this kid up.” Jungkook shouts at one of his assistants. He grabs Min-su’s arms and carries him on to the recovery couch to meet his height. Jungkook gently starts wrapping his hands and wrists up. You’re extremely attentive on how harsh Jungkook is tightening the tape. “Chill, Mom. I know not to put them too tight on him,” he chuckles turning to look at you,“After this kiddo, we put on the gloves. Here you can wear the ones that I just used. You can keep them too.” He chuckles. He always used new gloves every fight. Jungkook’s only superstition. “Oh kid, they’re bigger than your head. Alright, show me what you got.” Jungkook puts both of his palms up, signaling Min-Su to give him some punches. “Don’t do too much, baby. Take it easy.” You worry. 

It stirs your emotions seeing Jungkook and Min-Su looking so natural with each other. You can’t deny the fact that you like this feeling. You’d like for Min-Su to have a father by his side. He does have Seokjin, who is the closes he has to a father figure, however, he doesn’t have someone he can refer to as dad. As you see them playing around, a part of you wants to forget what the letter said and act as if nothing has happened, but you’re not that forgivable. You don’t even have the opportunity to be forgivable! Jungkook is acting like he has no idea that Min-Su is his child, while you clearly told him. His clueless acting is so believable, the thought of him completely forgetting about even seems plausible in your mind! But even if that was the case, what type of father forgets those kinds of news. 

“You’re pretty good at this, you know. Maybe a natural. Who knows?” Jungkook smirks at him, then looks up at you. You’re whole focus on Min-Su, smiling as he looks so happy. You feel Jungkook’s doe eyes piercing through your soul. “Hey Hyeon, take the kid to see all the belts.” 

Jungkook approaches you on the locker room bench you’re sitting on, taking a seat next to you. Being in such proximity, you feel an anger cloud build over your head. You try to keep the rain contained. “After all these years, you look great as always, _____.” Jungkook says. You don’t respond, just nod. 

“So you had a kid huh, never imagined you as a mom.” He laughs, clearly a sarcastic comment. You two would always joke about you being such a mom to him, as you always took care of him as one. You look straight to Min-Su, your smile disappearing . You’re very good at hiding your emotions. As he’s about to try to make more conversation, you get a phone-call from your dad. You place your phone on your ear, and he sees the Polaroid of you and Min-Su at the back of your clear phone case. He breaks a slight smile at the photo. He likes seeing that you had someone that brought you happiness all these years. “So the kid turned five last week,” You look at him confused. I am not about to have this conversation with you. “The photo.” He points at your phone. Oh. That stupid smirk. He still looks as handsome as you remember. No. Even more handsome. A more mature look to his child-like expressions. 

“Jungkook-ah!” A girl enters the room looking for Jungkook. It’s the same girl who Jungkook had under his arm when you saw him in the middle of the crowd. 

“Over here! Jiah, this ________.” She extends her arm for handshake and bows to you. She seems like a nice, sweet, yet powerful woman. “Nice to meet you.” You tell her.

“We were old-time buddies. I knew her when I first started boxing. She’s here cause her son is a big fan,” Jungkook basically gives her an explanation as to why he was sitting next to you. “We hadn’t seen each other in about - what?” He looks at you, expecting you to finish his sentence, he continues “in about six, five years.” He said that you hadn’t seen each other as it was a choice. He should rephrase that and say “I left her five years ago.”

“_______, this is my fiancé.” 

“Oh wow! Congratulations.” The most emotion you’ve shown Jungkook this night. 

“It was nice meeting you, Jiah. And yes, he turned five last week.” You say, reservedly. You bow to her and grab your coat and purse from the bench, “Let’s go Min-Su, grandpa has been waiting for us.” 

Seeing Jungkook with a fiancé hurts you. You’re not jealous but you feel insignificant. You obviously didn’t expect Jungkook to be hung up on you for five years. Here you see him moved on, looks extremely happy with Jiah by his side, but here you were all these five years, a part of you broken because your son would never know who his dad is. You feel neglected, as if he didn’t care about everything you did for him. When you stood by his side at his lowest. When he lost every fight after a surgery he had. When you managed him and his fights. When no one wanted to take him on a fight because they though he was “too easy.” It’s like you were just a girlfriend he broke up with. Maybe that’s really all you were to him. Maybe he’d be that way for you too if you didn’t have a kid that reminded you of him every day. You envy him for being able to love someone without any baggage or fear of being rejected. You’ve had one or two hookups all these years, but that’s all they were, insignificant one night stands because you’re too afraid to let them into your life. You’re afraid of rejection when they learn you’re a single mom. You’re afraid that if you ever get attached to someone, they will only come and leave. Maybe a part of you hasn’t healed. 

“Ma’am!” The assistant that was showing Jungkook’s belts to Min-Su, stops you before closing the door to the room, “Ma’am, Jungkook told me to get your details, so we can invite you to our events with VIP passes. For your kid, you know, since he’s a fan. Jungkook never really does this thing for anyone, but he said since you were really good old time friends!” Can I please get your phone number and address?” He cheerfully asks. Right. Really good old time friends. Without any doubt, you’re about to give a fake address and phone number, but Min-Su quickly catches on and interrupts you, “Momma! That’s not right.” 

“Hm, right, uh, it’s um,” You glance at Jungkook where he’s hugging Jiah, with her arms around his neck and his around her waist. You’re contemplating whether you want him at such a close distance to Min-Su, even if it’s temporary. He’s acting like the letter you sent him never happened. Doesn’t he feel embarrassed? Before you’re about to say anything else, Min-Su interrupts you telling him the accurate address and phone number. You don’t have any other of a choice to just leave it at that. “Okay, perfect. We’ll reach out to you.” 

As soon as you’re about to leave, you are once again interrupted from getting you and your son out of there. Now you’re stopped by the voice you once loved. Why does it still make your heart stop? “______, have an amazing New Year. And -,” he title his head at Min-Su with lines forming between his eyebrows, with a friendly smile, trying to catch Min-Su’s name. “Choi Min-Su.” Your son confidently replies with his chin up and a wide bunny smile. “And Happy New Year, Choi Min-Su.” Jungkook waves to him. 

The first person to wish you and your son a happy new year is Jeon Jungkook. 

The back drive home is everything but silent due to Min-Su’s excitement of what he just experienced. Min-su won’t stop telling Grandpa everything about Jungkook, his belts, and how big he is in person. Your dad stays with you at your apartment that night. It’s New Years; it’s good for your dad to spend it with you and Min-Su. And tomorrow, you have work, so your dad will stay to take care of Min-Su while you’re at your job. 

You finally put Min-Su to sleep, which took some time because he was still over-excited about the fight and the VIP treatment he received by Jungkook’s team. You return to the living room with your dad, where it’s silent. You don’t feel like talking, however your dad breaks the ice and asks you about him. 

“Friendly guy. Acted like there was no history between us.” Referring to the little boy sleeping in his room. It’s not like you expected anything from him, but perhaps some remorse from him would not make you feel like shit. Some guilt for completely disregarding what you said in that heart-felt letter you were not obliged to send, but still did anyway, for Jungkook’s sake. 

You stay in the couch, letting your dad take your bed since he has back problems. Unable to fall asleep, you make yourself a chamomile tea. You walk over to the balcony, with tea in your hand, trying to clear your head in the cold January air, when your thoughts are interrupted by a ringtone.

1 MSG from UNKNOWN NUMBER 

Rosemary Cafe. January 6th. 7:00PM. 

Who’s this? 

Kim Taehyung, Mr. Jeon’s manager. Just bring yourself. 

It’s January 6th, the day you’ve been dreading is finally here. You haven’t been yourself the whole day at work today because of how exasperated you feel at the thought of the going to meet Jungkook’s manager.

You haven’t made a decision whether to go or not, since you’ve been furious that Jungkook has sent his manager over to talk to you, probably about Min-Su.

“Do I go or not Daeun?! Why do they want to talk to me?! And why send his damn manager!” Your voice gets higher and higher with every sentence, but then decreases when Min-Su turns to look at you. You send him a smile his way, and he turns around to return to play video games with Seokjin. You’re angry at how disrespected you feel by Jungkook. You think, if this is about his child, then can’t he show up himself? Why send a middle man! This is not a business meeting! It’s his son. 

“You don’t have to go, ____. It’s either money or he wants in. And I think you don’t want either.” 

“You’re right. I don’t. Too late. Not after 4 fucking years,” You whisper the “fucking”. “But I’m too heated up to just not show up.” That’s true. You want to go for the sole purpose of telling this “Kim Taehyung” off.

“Alright, you go girl! Go throw your fire and set your ground!” Daeun cheers you on as she rubs your shoulders, as if prepping you for a fight. 

“Yep, you’re coming with me, though.” Before giving her a chance to object, you’re heading off. 

“Babe you’re going to stay a little longer with Uncle Jin. Mom needs to run some errands, okay? Okay bye now!” 

“Bye, momma!” He says without giving you a glance, too focused on trying to beat Jin on Mario Kart. Jin had picked up Min-Su from school since you got out at 5:00 from work, and here you were now, heading over to the meeting, not feeling the exhaustion from work because of the fury you feel. 

You arrive to Rosemary’s cafe and see a man in a beige tuxedo with gold chain sitting at the corner of the cafe. You’re confused if that’s him, since he looks a little too young to be a manager, however he raises his hand, waving over to you with a polite smirk. Take that stupid smirk of your face. As you make your way over to the table you see the envelope. You know he’s about to offer you money. 

“Nice to meet you, _____. I’m Kim Taehyung, please call me Tae. I’m Jungkook’s manager. I manage his finances, fights, all of that,” He says it with a tone that you don’t care about what he does, “Anyway, do you want anything to eat? I hear the carbonara here is amazing!” Is he seriously asking how you’ve been? If you want something to eat? Gosh, you just want to get this over with. 

“What do you want?” You dryly say with your arms crossed on your chest.

“______. We know why you went to that fight. Min-ho, Min-seok. Is that correct?. Well, who cares. Boy’s just a good actor as his mom.” Taehyung slides the envelope full of money to your side of the table, with that same smug smile that has been present since you entered the restaurant. You feel your blood boil at what he just said. He thinks that you and Min-Su went to that fight for the sole intention of leeching on to Jungkook for money. Is his team fucking stupid? 

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” You lean in closer to his face, with a distraught look on your face. You can’t believe they really think that you’d be capable of doing such thing. You can’t believe the almost same conversation you had through a letter is occurring again, four years later. 

“We all believe, including Jungkook, that you tried to sneak into his life, again. He was too tired to deal with you, so he sent me here instead,” He says this with the most relaxed expression on his face. You feel a knot in your throat forming, but you won’t let this asshole see you cry. He doesn’t deserve to fill his ego on knowing that he made you cry. “Why don’t you make this easier for all of us and just take the money, move cities, I don’t know, buy yourself some clothes,” he looks you up and down because of what you’re wearing- your work uniform, a smug laugh, “You decide, but just leave Jungkook alone.” 

“Keep your dirty money.” You scoff and stand up, but as you’re about to leave, you return to the table, furiously pointing at him, “You don’t know me or my son, so keep our name out of your damn mouth!” You’re walking towards the car, the rain is hitting you, and you don’t even caring to open the umbrella. Tears are streaming down your face. 

“Oh my god, _____! What the hell did that bastard tell you?” Daeun asks with an infuriated look on her face. “Drive Daeun. Let’s get out of here. Please.” You say with tears coming down your face. You both park in an empty parking lot, trying calm yourself down before going home to Min-Su. “Fuck Daeun! He just- He offered me money,” You sigh. “Okay, well we knew that.” Daeun still looks confused as to why you were crying so bad.

“But then, then he said that not only me! Min-Su! Min-Su too! That we acted our way into the locker room the day of the fight! To get Jungkook’s money,” You put your hand over your mouth and your shoulders begin to tense, feeling the knot in your throat gain strength again. “And the worse thing Daeun, is that Jungkook believes this as well. Did I not fucking mean anything to him that he thinks about me this way? I wish I could tell him this to his face!” The knot in your throat about to untie, but you’re interrupted with the numerous notifications on your phone. The notifications from Jungkook’s assistant sending you VIP passes for the autograph signing tonight at the Seoul International Hotel. You’re annoyed at the messages you’re still getting sent even if he wants nothing to do with you or Min-Su.

“Why do they keep sending me this shit?! I’m tired of this.” You turn your phone to show Daeun.

“Sis, you said you wish you could tell this to Jungkook’s face. Well this is your chance.” Daeun looks at you as if she got the most clever idea and she truly did. You were fired up and unlike Jungkook, you had some decency and weren’t a coward. You wanted to face Jungkook. You were angry and you wanted him to know that he’s been wrong about you and Min-Su all these years. Tell him with your own voice that you don’t want anything from him, especially his money. 

Again, you’re met with the big and handsome bodyguard that stopped you in the crowd of people, a guy called “Joon” by Jungkook. Again, he won’t let you go into the back room. He seems to always be the one to try to stop you to come to close distance to Jungkook. 

“Look, I have this pass. I can’t meet him?” You plead to him to let you talk to Jungkook. 

“I’m sorry, ma’am. The passes are only to go to the front of the line. The event is over now. They have no use anymore.” 

“But-but you’re here. This means that he’s still here, right. Please, can’t you just let me, through?” 

“Wait here, ma’am. I’ll try to get you a leftover signed poster. Don’t do anything you’ll regret. We can sue you. Arrest you.” He says in a serious tone. None of his words register. You’re too fueled up right now to think of any consequences, and all you can think of is Jungkook’s face when he sees you. Fucking asshole. As soon as the bodyguard leaves his post, you sneak into the backroom where you find Jungkook changing into some sweatpants and pullover. 

He hears the close door behind him, facing away, “Hey Namjoon, is it all cleared? We good to go?” 

“No you’re not.” He finds you standing by the door, coming closer to him. 

“Oh. Namjoon let you in? Damn, he must like you. Where’s the kiddo? Too excited, you didn’t have time to change?” He chuckles as he shakes his head. You don’t say anything with an angered look on your face, which prompts him to say, “I’m kidding. You look great, even with that uniform.” He chuckles, again. He was always joking around. One of the things you liked about him. 

“So what? You’re just going to act like you don’t know? You fucking douche.” You scoff, shaking your head, looking at the floor, with fists on your hips. “I’m sorry,_____. Is this about leaving you five years ago? I didn’t know you still cared. I-i’m sorry.” Lines begin to form between his eyes. 

“Seriously?! It’s about today. Sending your manager. Money. Keep me and Min-Su away. Ring a bell?” 

“I'm sorry, what? No, it—”

You interrupt Jungkook, “What? You don’t have big enough balls to fucking admit it? You think we came to the fight because we wanted your money!? Trust me, I came because Min-Su wanted to see you fight, as a boxer! Not his fucking dad. He doesn’t even know, for fuck’s sake. And for you to insinuate that we, Me and Min-Su planned this for your money?! For money?! You know I’ve never cared about money!” You point your index finger at him.

“I have a kid?” Jungkook asks, his gaze going distant.

“We don’t want your money, okay?! We’re perfectly fine without you. Trust me, when you replied to that letter, I knew you were not meant to be part of our lives,” you chuckle, slowly shaking your head. “I sent that letter because of you! I thought I knew you. I thought that you’d like to know. But that-that response. That wasn’t you. You- you were a stranger.” Your fist coming up to your mouth as you can feel the knot in your throat. Every time, you think of the letter, you can’t help but get emotional. It’s a dark period of time that you wish you could forget. 

He begins to walk towards you, coming closer to you. Too close. He puts his hands on your shoulders. His head lowering to reach your height. You pull away from him, hand coming to your nose, shaking your head, and putting your hand in front of you to prompt him to go further back, “You continue to send me passes for these events. Then you offer us money to stay away? What messed-up games are these to you, Jungkook? This isn't a game! Just-just leave Min-su and I, alone. Please.” You cry with a defeated sigh and leave without wanting to say more. Jungkook finds himself frozen, opening and closing his mouth, with no words coming out.

It’s 2 AM and you’re awake. You’ve been trying your hardest to sleep since 11:00 PM, but it’s hard as you keep replaying everything that happened that night. You feel perplexed because the look on Jungkook’s face when you told him everything was one of utter confusion. You’ve decided not to force your sleep, so you make some ramen and put on a baking show on Netflix, attempting to focus on something else. As you’re finally setting on the show, you hear a knock on the door. 

“Who is it?!” 

They don’t respond. “Who is it?” 

Again, no response. 

“I won’t open the door if you don’t say something.” 

“It’s me,” a voice you can barely hear, but you’re able to quickly recognize it. It’s clear to you who it is. What in the world is he doing at 2 AM in your doorstep when you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Please open the door, ______. I need to talk to you. We need to talk. Please.” He puts his forehead against your door. 

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☆ yayyyyyy!!! you just finished chapter 2!! it was angsty right? hehe, srry ♥️. i put some foreshadows in there! 😳 remember leave me your thoughts, theories, questions, anything here ✉ !!! thanks y'all! ♥️

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[butyoumakemesohot]

are you ever going to write anything with st/eve x reader?? i got so excited when you posted about it :(

i hear you anon. here is a lil bit of steve x reader just for you! (i opted for steve as the sickie but if anyone would like to see something where reader is sick instead, lmk!!)

It always starts the same: Steve sleeps shamelessly through his alarm, through the beginning of his shift, through the countless times you've murmured his name and run your hand over his bare shoulders until he finally stirs, mid-morning light peeking through the blinds.

"Y/N?" he rasps.

You set down the book you've been reading, reaching down to brush some hair out of his face. He may be getting sick, but you can't help but smile at the sound of his voice. Mornings are lonely without him.

"Yeah, Stevie?"

"Hh'URSHHHhew! Hehh... Heh'TSCHHHew!"

He grimaces at the wet spot on his pillow, tiredly shifting his head away from it. His eyes are still closed, face flushed from a fever that must've developed overnight.

"Bless you," you whisper.

"Thangk you." He swipes at his nose roughly, a troubled wrinkle forming between his brows. "I thingk... *snurrff!* I caught Robid's cold."

You giggle. "Yeah, I'd say that's a fair assumption."

Luckily, you're always prepared - maybe a little too prepared, but knowing Steve, it's always necessary. You reach for the thermometer sitting on the nightstand, urging him to part his lips just enough to place it beneath his tongue.

"100.8," you announce grimly. "Guess Robin's gonna have to work by herself today, hm?"

"Karmba works ihhhn mbysterious - Hehh... Hh'PTSCHHHHh! *snffgg* Hh’SCHHHHEW! Excuse mbe."

He sniffles thickly, his entire frame heaving from beneath the covers due to the force of his sneezes. You inch closer to him and place a hand against his cheek, nearly hissing at how warm it is.

"Bless you. Can you open your eyes for me?"

He blinks up at you after a few moments, a sleepy grin forming on his face. You smile back at him. There's your Steve.

"Aw, sombebody was mbissig mbe, huh?"

"Something like that." You reach for your nightstand again. "Let me prepare you some medicine, okay? I went out this morning and got -"

"Doe," he says gruffly, eyes already slipping shut again. "Sleep."

"Steve."

"It's the best mbedicide. *snfffg!* Trust mbe."

You wish he was easier to stay mad at. Especially as he slips his arm out from beneath the covers, draping it across your lap and urging you to lay down with him.

Which is how you end up laying on your side, your chin resting on top of his head and his arms wound tightly across your waist so that sharing a single pillow isn't as hard of a feat. He's warm, so warm, and you can feel his ragged breath hitch against your chest on every inhale.

"Isd't this better?"

His hair is tickling your nose; you try to flatten it gently, carding your fingers through the silky strands until it turns into an act of affection.

"We should really sit up," you insist, although you'd definitely much rather do anything but move. "Your nose is all stuffed up."

"Dod't care," he says stubbornly. "Just wadda - Hh’PSCHHHH! Oh, fuck, I'm so sor- Heh...! Hp’TCHHhhew! Hh’TSCHHHHh!"

A harsh spray lands against your chest, his body uncontrollably jerking forward with each sneeze. He scrambles to wipe away any trace of wetness with the sleeves of his sweatshirt, eyes filled with worry.

"Shit, babe, shit. You're godda get sick dow. *snxxg!* Fuck mbe. I'mb so sorry. I really -"

"Steve." You laugh, resting your palm against his cheek so that he'll look at you again. He does. "It's okay. I was bound to get sick eventually."

"Yeah, but..." He frowns, sniffling his reddened nose. "That was so gross."

"Babe, you used to wear a sailor outfit to work everyday. You think a few sneezes are suddenly gonna turn me off?"

That makes him smile. The rest of his features soften a bit, but his eyes are still wide and uneasy. You press a reassuring kiss against the center of his forehead, scrubbing your thumb against your favorite pair of moles on his cheek.

"Admbit it," he murmurs, letting his head rest against you once again. "You liked the sailor outfit. *snfff!*"

You roll your eyes, happy that he can't see the flustered grin you're wearing. "Whatever you say. Now get some rest, alright?"

[undertale-writing-times]

Hi ! I just love so much your writing !!! And your post about outcode's wedding was so aaaaaaah i don't have word for that ;w; it was just too cute for my little heart ;////; can you please do the same for the rest of the "bad" gang please 🥺

Aw thank you >w<

So sorry for the wait, I've been trying to get everything out in a timely way and it's honestly a bit harder than I first expected ^^’

Dusty’s is a little sad.

Nightmare- A creature of darkness, getting married? He couldn't believe it. He was evil, he was dark, he was cruel to everyone around him. Yet he found a few people that would be part of his new 'family' even though at the beginning, they were just supposed to be his crew or group, to try to take over the world. This one and the whole universe! But... no, they became something that he cared about which shocked him. For a long time, he tried to not think about it however he couldn't help it! Whenever Axe got excited about food Nightmare would feel a strange swell in his chest, then Duster talking about his 'brother' ugh. What the hell is wrong with him? Yet now that he's standing at the altar, waiting for his datemate, he was... scared. It was a strange feeling, one he hadn't felt in a long time. As he stood there, he allowed himself to look around, holding his hands together in front of him, clenching his teeth tighter. Duster was rambling to his 'brother' which nobody else could see, talking about wanting to catch the flowers, so he'd get married next. Killer was sitting in silence, his hands held together in his lap his eye sockets shut, the blackness slowly dripping down like it always did. Liquid hate, as Nightmare knew, Shockingly Dream was sitting beside him, Blueberry chatting with Axe who was talking about the cake he tried to make. They ordered one but also got Axe to make one, which was a bit shocking, but he suggested it himself! Ink was trying to bug Error who was annoyed, snapping at him to shut up. Why did they have to summon the Star Sanses? Because his datemate wanted to. He sighs out slowly shutting his eye socket his tentacles laying down close to the ground, trying to stay relaxed. Before he could do much else, he heard a familiar voice say "I'm very proud of you, brother." Nightmare opens the one of his eye sockets, and lets out a small hm to show he heard, rolling his eye. Ugh, Dream, too much positivity here already.  "What do you mean you're 'proud' of me? I'm not doing this for you to be proud" Dream lets out a little giggle, shaking his head, and says, "No, I'm not saying it to just say it, I really am... I'm delighted you've found friends and a good partner. You should be proud of yourself" Nightmare squints at him the best he could, then looks over at Killer, who sighs and walks over leading Dream away from him mumbling "just leave him alone, he's stressed" He huffs at that. Damn it. He isn't stressed, he's just nervous. Why would he be stressed? It's just him getting married... to his datemate... fuck he is stressed. He gulps turning his head down shutting his eye socket. Holy shit, what is he supposed to do? Should he... should he leave? Just disappear? His breath hitches in his throat, starting to feel like he was going to be sick as his tentacles started to sway and move by themselves, they behaved to his emotions most of the time. Yet he couldn't even think about trying to run away because abruptly, there was the sound of music prompting him to tense up, a slight sound slipping from his mouth before he could stop it. There was no time left, this was it, what if he wasn't ready? What if they didn't like him? Yet when the doors open, and he saw his datemate slowly start to walk down the pathway with their hair done up nicely, wearing that beautiful outfit that they kept telling him not to look at, a slightly embarrassed smile on their face. All the worry melted away and he smiled at them back. You know, even if he wasn't ready, he was so damn happy.

Dusty- For almost his whole life ever since the 'accident' Dusty didn't think he deserved anything. He was a crazy murderer, he tried everything to get his brother back! He just wanted to kill that fucking kid, then reset, so they'd come back, but they never did. Yes, he knew that his brother wasn't alive anymore, the whole... floating skull and hands thing, proved that to him, but he made himself think, made himself believe that he was still around. Sometimes Papyrus told him to do things that he didn't want to do, to kill the people around him, to hurt them. Mostly Y/n, his datemate, because they were a human but he tried his best to ignore him. When it was too bad, he couldn't be near them because he was so scared of killing his datemate. He's already lost everyone else, so the idea of losing them made his soul hurt. He doesn't have to worry about that too much right now though, because guess what? He's getting married! Hell yeah. He invited the rest of the 'Bad Sanses' which is why they were here, some dressed up while others were wearing their normal clothing. Axe was trying to bite at his tie while Snackers was bouncing slightly where he was sitting. It was a little weird to have him, since he was... pretty much kinda just like the kid between Axe and Blueberry? He invited him though because he wanted more gifts and more people there. Nightmare looked bored, resting his head against his knuckles looking to the side, lost in thought, while Killer was sitting there checking his wristwatch every so often. Cross was there too! Looking a little excited. Did they all want to be here? He wasn't sure, but they came which meant a lot to him? He shifts where he was standing, gulping down his nerves clenching his hands in fists, and relaxing. Yes, he was the one that asked his datemate to marry him, and yes they were at a church but it was sorta one that was from an AU that they sorrtttaaa messed up? Oh oh! Speaking of which, Error was here too, sewing something random. Maybe a gift?! That's so nice! He smiles a little at the thought shifting where he was standing. "You're getting married?" Dusty blinks when he heard that, lifting his head to look at Papyrus who was looking down at him, his head tilted a little to the side. "Yes? You know about this, I told you" Papyrus nods, listening to his brother talk and crosses his arms. "Are you sure that you're good enough for this? What if they only said yes, because they were scared of you?" Dusty paused when he heard that, opening his mouth to answer, but stops, his eyes scanning away. One was glowing red, the other purple and red. His magic color changed after he got determination from killing the others. "They wouldn't do that" he answered, a bit quickly, panic starting to bubble up in his stomach or whatever. Papyrus laughs, putting his hands on his shoulders, which he could feel causing his bones to tense up and he continues to talk "Wouldn't they? Why would they even love you? You killed everyone, even your own brother. Who says you wouldn't kill them?" Dusty gulps down, shaking slightly but then he heard the music start, knocking him out of his thoughts and he shakes his head, waving his hand to send the spirit or thought or whatever the hell he is, away. When he saw his datemate start to walk down the pathway, with a happy look on their face, he smiles weakly standing up straighter. They wanted to be with him, they weren't scared of him... right?

Killer- There isn't a whole lot of stuff that Killer likes to do. For a long time, he didn't have emotions because of Nightmare, but now? He did! Sort of. Being Nightmare's second hand, he had to do a lot of things that he didn't exactly want to do, which is why he lost his emotions in the first part. Yet after meeting Y/n and... Slowly falling for them. They made a deal. Now Nightmare owns him fully, and he's never been happier, mostly because of his datemate! The others are idiots, mostly Dusty, or Duster as Nightmare calls him. Why was he talking about all that? Because, shockingly, today he and his datemate were getting married! He was standing at the altar, holding his hands together. He was still full of hate for the world he was pushed into, getting killed over and over, which was so annoying! Seeing everyone he loved killed he lost a bit of his mind and his control, joining Chara, before killing them too. While Killer was thinking he heard footsteps to his left, making him turn his head to see Nightmare looking at him and he nods his head in greeting, saying, "Do you need something, Nightmare?" he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he asks, in a soft voice; which honestly confused him a tad "No, I don't, I just have a question. Why do you want to stay with this person? with us, you could do so much but you want to cut your time with us, by being with them. Why?" He doesn't sound annoyed, or really anything, more just curious? Killer shuts his mouth tighter, turning his head away a little mostly thinking of how he was supposed to answer that. Why does he want to be with his datemate? Because they make him happy, why else? He turns his head back to look at Nightmare and starts to explain "They make me feel like I'm good enough" When Nightmare heard that, he lets out a hum squinting with his one eye that wasn't covered. It was silent between the two of them afterwards, until Nightmare slowly nodded and he walked off to go and sit down. The others were here already, which he was happy about. Y/n was getting ready right now, most likely, which made Killer nervous. Of course, they were going to be so much better than himself, what is he supposed to do? He reaches up fixing his tie while looking around at the others. Dusty was sitting eating some of the food that they made, same as Axe, looking at the cake. Luckily they already told him that he wasn't allowed to take any until it was cut. Axe listened, which Killer was a little shocked by... While he was standing there, thinking about everything, he heard the music start making him blink more of the blackness dripping from his eyes and he turns his head to see the doors open, his datemate starting to walk down the pathway closing in on him with a shy smile on their face, but looking so happy. His own smile went up wider, more in a happy way than the normal crazy way he had it. He didn't care what Nightmare said, all of his choices lead him here and he was so happy. When they finally got up to him, he reaches out taking their hands into his own, and leans forward, pressing his teeth against their forehead in a kiss, mumbling that they look amazing. 

[sanjithesimp]

Thank you for following me, your event sounds like a lot of fun let me ask. Going to a New Year's eve party with my boy Ace. I just the thought of him wearing a suit and being uncomfortable the whole time but just being there for his S/O makes me so happy.

Omggg thank you for following back!! And also want to thank you for all the support and love <333 Sorry I took so long but omg, I just felt inspired and wrote this. Also sorry I think im going to horny jail for making this cute scenario into a smutty one. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it <3

Ace x fem reader

🎄 New Year's Eve party🎄

WARNING: NSFW

"You look amazing Y/n" Ace said from behind, as he was struggling trying to put on his new suit, he really never liked wearing that kind of stuff. He would rather use a t-shirt and his shorts, or maybe sometimes not even wear a t-shirt, but this time it was different, it was new years eve and your family always made a big party to celebrate it with friends and family.

But this wasn't just a party, it was THE party. A lot of important people was going to be there and it was of course a fancy party so everyone had to wear their best clothes. You were used to it, but Ace wasn't really into it.

"Thank you so much ,baby" You said blushing while you were finishing the final touches of your outfit. You were actually very proud of it as you had been very careful to choose each piece of it, and you were ready to impress everyone.

You watched as Ace struggled putting on his cuff links, so you got close to him and helped him.

"Sorry, it's just so hard to put them on" He said as he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt. "I just want everything to be perfect"

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you" You smiled and cupped Ace's freckled cheeks just to give him a small kiss , then you walked back to the dressing room to look at yourself in the mirror and then look at your boyfriend.

You had to admit that even though he wasn't enjoying using the suit, you were enjoying the way he looked in it, perfectly attached to his body, making him look so hot, almost making you want to fuck him right there. Unholy thoughts flooded your mind, but you erased them as soon as you saw what time it was, you were running a bit late.

"Oh no, it's getting late, we have to go now" You said to your boyfriend, running to the stairs. A car was already waiting for you.

You and Ace got in, while you told your driver that he needed to rush as you were running late.

"I know it is your first time meeting my family, but it's all going to be okay" You said resting your body on his side.

"I just hope I don't ruin anything" He said, you knew he was very nervous and anxious to meet your parents, just as any normal person getting nervous to meet the family of their soulmate.

"Don't worry about what they think, because I'll still love you despite of what they say" You said, reassuring him that everything would be okay.

The car came to a stop, and your driver said that you had already arrived to your destination. And there it was, your childhood home, it was the same as always. Someone opened your door and Ace's door. You both got out and started walking towards the entrance. Held your boyfriends hand as you went through the entrance.

Everyone was talking, there was more people than usual. You couldn't see your family. As you walked further you saw your mother, talking to your father but stopped as she saw you next to Ace.

You walked towards them, and Ace started squeezing your hand. " Mom, dad, I missed you so much'" You let go of his hand for a minute in order to hug your parents, you hadn't seen them for a while.

"We missed you too honey, we are really happy you are here and..." Your mom looked at Ace, scanning him, trying to figure him out, she hadn't changed either.

"This is my boyfriend Ace" You said smiling and then placing a kiss on his cheek.

Your parents welcomed him and hugged him, followed by telling him to make himself at home. They liked him immediately and talked to him like if they knew each other from years ago.

As the night went, you introduced him to the rest of your siblings and some friends from childhood. It was all better than you expected. And Ace was definitely more relaxed, but he definitely didn't like wearing his suit.

You felt the need to reward him for being such a good boy, and being there for you for this party and having to dress up.

"This is so tight" He said as the shirt was starting to make him uncomfortable, almost suffocating him.

"I know something that could help you" You took his hand and guided him to the pool house.

"Where are we going ,Y/n?" You didn't answer and kept walking, once you were inside the pool house and closed the door behind you.

You bit your lip, and walked towards your boyfriend who was still confused as to why you were on the pool house.

"Let me help you with that" You said and started unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of him like that made you wet, and embarrassed as how fast your boyfriend could get you like that.

"W-Wha-" He tried to say something but you placed a finger on his lips. You pushed him to the bed and made him sit. You sat on his lap, then you started unzipping his pants to then remove his boxers, revealing his hard cock which made you blush, and you no longer felt embarrassed because he was just as turned on as you were.

"Is that because of me?" You asked looking at your boyfriend, ask you took him in your hand. He nodded and muffled a moan as you started touching him gently, the head already dripping cum.

"Yes..oh, Y/n" he moaned as you started stroking it a bit faster. His hand traveled then to your thigh under your dress, getting each time closer to your sex. He moved aside your panty, his fingers touched your wetness, making him hiss.

"Oh babe, you are so wet for me" He removed his fingers from your sex and made you taste yourself. "Good girl" He said as you sucked your juices from his fingers. And then you leaned in closer to kiss him, your tongue playing with his.

But you wanted him to continue touching you so guided him with your hand to where you wanted. His fingers now wet started slowly rubbing your clit, making you arch on his lap. You rolled your hips demanding him to move faster, as well as increasing the speed at which you stroked his cock with your hand, until you both found a rhythm.

Getting closer to your release, Ace stopped and took off the remaining of your clothes, the night being the only thing that lit the room, making your and your lover's skin glow. He then placed you on top of him, feeling his cock tease your entrance made you let out a moan.

Then he finally started getting inside you, your walls adjusting to him, feeling every inch of it until he got to your spot. Making both of you sigh at the feeling of your sexes connecting. He thrusted deep inside you, while you marked his back with your nails.

You felt you were getting closer to your orgasm, so you rolled your hips trying to reach it while your boyfriend devoured your neck, leaving marks that you would obviously had to cover for your parents not to see.

Your boyfriend continued moving in and out of you, also reaching for his own release. "Fuck Y/n" He said as he filled you with his seed while you clenched around his dick, moaning his name over and over, reaching your peak.

Suddenly you heard the fireworks. "I love you so much Ace, happy new year" You said peppering kisses on his cheeks, you wanted to stay like that for the rest of the night, but your parents were probably looking for you both.

"I love you so much, Y/n, happy new year to you too" He said as he wrapped his arms around you.

[jungshookz]

kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!! 

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings. 

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

“mhm, don’t worry, those are on the menu as well, as per your request,” yoongi pauses, “ah- the people bringing the photo-booths are coming to set them up at 5 - we’ve already cleared out the space for them, so that should be good to go… also, are we putting a limit on photos?”

“a limit?”

“yes, a limit,” yoongi looks up at you and shrugs, “there’s only so much film and it wouldn’t be fair for one person to take ten photos and for another person to not have any at all.”

you immediately scoff before dismissing yoongi with a flick of your wrist, “silly yoongi, you can’t put a limit on fun. just tell them we’re willing to pay for extra film and for one of their workers to hang out at the party and wait until the booths need refilling.”

“there.. is no limit… on fun…” yoongi mutters to himself as he continues to scribble notes down in his notebook, “and… that’s it!” he clicks his pen before tucking it back into his shirt pocket, “pretty much everything has been taken care of. if all goes well, this’ll be a fantastic new year’s eve party.”

“yay!” you throw your hands up into the air before leaning back against your chair with a giggle, “this is so exciting. i love throwing parties!”

“and i love planning parties...” yoongi hums absentmindedly, looking back down at his list, “so i guess we make a pretty good team...”

“teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“mm.” 

a couple seconds of silence ticks by as you scour through your brain for a new topic of discussion

you could... talk about the weather? 

or maybe ask him what he did over the weekend?

ask him about what he did on christmas day?? 

“so…” you clear your throat, smoothing your skirt down before folding your arms on your desk and leaning forward slightly, “you bringin’ any... hot dates to the party tonight?” 

wow

that was... not an ideal topic of discussion 

also, way to sound like a creep! 

“me?” yoongi glances up at you and tilts his head slightly, “well, i’ll be with you.” he pauses, dark brows knitting together, “did you… want me to bring a date?” he shifts in his seat, “i’m sure i can arrange for someone to accompany me if that’s what you want.”

“no!” your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, “i mean- no, i was just- you know, i just- usually you have a plus-one that you bring to parties and, like, i’m sure that you probably had other new year’s plans that didn’t involve being at the party your boss is throwing- i’m just saying that perhaps, if you were planning on actually bringing someone, i just wouldn’t want to be a cock-block-” 

you’re cut off (thankfully) when yoongi’s phone suddenly starts to buzz on your desk

he extends his arm and catches it right as it’s about to fall off (which, admittedly, shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but yoongi could be sitting there doing nothing and you’d still find it attractive) 

he holds a finger up pardon himself and you nod before leaning back a little

“hello? …oh, perfect. yes, i can come and pick them up now…” yoongi trails off, sandwiching his phone in between his ear and his shoulder before pushing his sleeve up a little to check the time on his watch, “i can be there in… roughly half an hour? yes. alright. perfect. see you soon.”

he hangs up with a beep before looking back over at you, “sorry about that! your dress and heels are ready for pick-up. what were you saying before my phone went off?”

“hm?” you clear your throat, “oh! uh… nothing. i was just- you know, small talk. but you can go now if you want to- i mean, obviously you need to go and pick up my outfit for tonight so i’ll just let you go-”

“alright, perfect-” yoongi nods and gets up from his seat, “i shouldn’t take too long but if anything comes up, just call me-” 

“yep! you got it, homie-” you shoot finger guns at yoongi before quickly forcing your arms down and shoving both your hands in between your knees so that they won’t do anything like that again 

your face flushes bright red as soon as the door shuts behind yoongi and a quiet groan slips past your lips before you smack your forehead down on your desk 

jesus

that... was rough, to say the least! 

sure, you fumble over your words whenever you talk to yoongi on a regular basis, but it’s never usually this bad... 

what’s gotten into you today?!

maybe it’s just the pre-party jitters! 

“get it together, y/l/n.” you mutter to yourself, patting your cheeks lightly before pulling your laptop towards you and opening it up 

if there’s anyone who can get you get your shit together, it’s hoseok

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): help me

you perk up when hoseok responds almost immediately, your laptop letting out a little ping! from his message

you have half a mind to scold him for not doing work and being on the company’s messaging system but you dO need to talk to him right now so 

Jung Hoseok (10:12AM): What did you do this time

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): nothing!! idk what’s wrong with my mouth today i’ve never called anyone homie in my entire life 

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): ?

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): you had to be here to understand :-//

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): Okay well

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): can you just come to my office because it’s too much to type out

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): and bring me an iced coffee from the vending machine while you’re at it because yoongi left to pick my dress up

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): Let me get this straight

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): You want me to stop working and you want me to go to your office so we can gossip about Yoongi

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): gossip sounds bad

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): ‘discuss’ sounds more professional

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): …

Jung Hoseok (10:15AM): See you in ten minutes lmao

                                     »»————-　♡　————-««

“you asked him if he was planning on bringing a date to the party?!” hoseok laughs, leaning back against the chair before folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, “wow. what, are you going to help him plan his wedding too?”

“don’t say that!” you groan, rubbing your fingers against your temples in tight circles, “i was just trying to start a conversation… i don’t know...”

“start a conversation? about what? about encouraging yoongi to be with someone who isn’t you?” 

“keep up the attitude and i’ll reduce your lunch break from one hour and fifteen minutes to one hour and fourteen minutes.” you raise a brow in warning, hoseok gawking before wagging a finger at you 

“i’ll report you to HR for abuse of power!” he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices that you still have that mopey, kicked-in-the-gut look on your face, “okay, think about it this way: this party couldn’t have come at a better time, you know? because now you know exactly what you have to do!” 

“huh? oh, right.” you nod slowly, “yeah, of course i know what i have to do at tonight’s party.” you snort, pulling away from your desk and sitting up straight, “but... you know, just to make sure that you know what it is that i have to do, would you mind telling me what exactly we’re saying i have to do?”

“y/n. come on.” hoseok presses his lips together before leaning forward, “what do people usually do at new year’s eve parties?” he asks gently, in that infuriatingly condescending tone that people usually use when they’re talking to children

“people share their new year’s resolutions with each other?” you hum, thinking back to the new year’s eve party you were at last year where you ended up talking to a very friendly bartender about all the plans you had in mind for the new year 

hm

you can’t help but wonder how he’s doing 

“well, yeah, but not quite what i had in mind-” hoseok shakes his head, “what else do they do?”

“they... sing karaoke really loudly?” you frown before letting out a gasp, “oh no! i didn’t think of that! do you think it’s too late to rent a karaoke machi-”   

“wow, i really have to spoon-feed this to you-” hoseok slaps his hands against his thighs before letting out a huff, “a new year’s kiss, y/n. does that ring any bells?”

“oh, right! i forgot about that part,” you chuckle lightly, tilting your head back against the top of your chair to look up at the ceiling, “but what does that have to do with-” you pause, head snapping back down to look at hoseok with wide eyes, “oh, you’re saying that i should- with yoongi- hoseok, i can barely look at yoongi for five seconds without breaking eye contact-” 

“why not?! its new years! you have to have someone to smooch when it’s midnight. even i have someone to kiss!”

“wait, who are you kiss-” 

“and you know what the best part is?” hoseok grins, “you have an excuse to get super drunk tonight! and a drunk y/n is a slightly more confident y/n-”

“oh, i can’t- i can’t ask him, no.” you chuckle nervously, your hands suddenly feeling a little clammy at the thought of asking yoongi to kiss you, “because then he’s going to feel like he has to kiss me because i’m his boss, and the next thing you know, i’m being called up to HR-” 

“you’re overthinking this again, y/n,” hoseok sighs, “don’t forget the fact that i caught him checking you out at the halloween party. you have to admit that he’s slightly interested in you.”

“that’s different!” you argue, your brows furrowing, “i was dressed as a sexy friggin’ bunny, for god’s sake!”

“and tonight, you’ll be dressed as a sexy friggin’ boss! the only difference is that you won’t have a little cotton tail and two bunny ears-”

“i don’t know…”

hoseok rolls his eyes at your doubt and resists the urge to get up and slap you across the face to get you to come to your senses

you can’t expect anything to happen between you and yoongi if you’re not willing to do something about it in the first place

he can’t even list out how many times you guys have had similar conversations that always end in you chickening out and changing your mind

you were supposed to make a move at the halloween party but you ended up bailing on the plan at the last minute and hoseok had to listen to half an hour of you whining about it over the phone 

he adores you but sometimes he just wants to grab you and yell at you for being such a wimp when it comes to yoongi 

“okay, you know what? forget yoongi. i’ll be your new year’s kiss!” hoseok teases, leaning forward before wiggling his eyebrows enticingly, “maybe if people see me canoodling with the boss i’ll finally get the street cred i deserve-”

“you know, i don’t know if i’ve reached that level of desperation quite yet-”

“i’m a great kisser, so it’s your loss...” hoseok kisses his teeth, raising his hands in defense, “anyways, just try not to overthink it. take a deep breath, relax, and hopefully you won’t point any more lame finger guns at yoo-”

“-ooou’re fired!” you stand up and slam your fist down on the desk the moment yoongi steps into the room, hoseok jolting at the sudden announcement, “you are fired, my good sir! you heard me loud and clear!” 

yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and he presses his lips together before stepping aside and lowering his head  

“what the hell are yo-” hoseok glances over his shoulder and it dawns over him when he spots yoongi standing by the door, “oh! oh. uh, okay. yes... i am... devastated...” he clears his throat as he rises from the chair slowly, “please... give me a second chance? i... won’t do it again?” 

you blink, pulling down your blazer slightly before giving him a curt nod

“...okay, but this is your last chance. next time, you’re really fired.” you clear your throat, sitting back down before gesturing towards the door, “you may leave now, mr. jung.” 

yoongi nods in acknowledgement when hoseok walks past him and he waits a couple of seconds before speaking up 

“sorry. i didn’t realize you were busy because the door wasn’t closed all the way.” he smiles sheepishly, raising the garment bag in his hand, “i just wanted to put your dress in the closet for you.” 

“yes! go ahead.” you smile, gesturing towards the closet before sitting back down in your chair 

“by the way, i passed by that breakfast place on the way to the laundromat-” yoongi pauses, glancing over at you on his way to the closet, “you know, the place that makes those BLT bagels you like so much?” 

“ooh, with the spicy mayo and the avocado?”

“mhm-” yoongi smiles, shutting the closet door gently and turning to face you, “they do chocolate chip waffles now and i thought maybe that’d be something you’d be interested in for future breakfasts.” 

“oh, no way!” your eyes widen in excitement, “i’m very interested in chocolate chip waffles for future breakfasts!”

“that’s what i thought.” he chuckles, making his way back towards the doors, “anyway- i’ll be out there if you need me, boss.” 

“mhm!” 

you immediately get up from your chair as soon as yoongi leaves the room 

you told yourself that you were going to wait until tonight but you’ve been thinking about your dress all week and you wanna see it now!! 

“dress, dress, dress-” you murmur to yourself like a maniac, your heels clicking against the floor as you jog over to the closet 

you push down a squeal of excitement after unzipping the garment bag and getting a good look at your outfit for tonight

you spent hours searching for the perfect dress and it was totally worth it now that you’re looking at it  

it’s a navy blue midi-length dress that sort of cinches in at the waist but the skirt itself is relaxed so you don’t need to worry about your legs being constricted 

there’s also a high slit in the skirt which is exciting (you had to shave your legs yesterday which wasn’t as exciting) 

and it’s a long sleeve dress but the sleeves and sheer and billowy but cap around your wrists 

it’s classy but also a little sexy but not like your halloween playboy costume level of sexy

you’re still not sure what possessed you to dress up as a playboy bunny but even you have to admit that that little black dress looked great on you 

you zip the bag back up before pushing it aside to sneak a peek at the suit that yoongi will be wearing to the party 

he asked if he could keep his suit in your closet and obviously you said yes because it’s yoongi 

your eyes light up when you notice something peculiar about his outfit 

it’s navy blue as well!! 

the corners of your mouth lift in a wide grin, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of you and yoongi (unintentionally, but still) wearing matching colours tonight 

heh 

                                    »»————-　♡　————-««

“c’mon, stupid thing...” yoongi frowns to himself as he struggles to tie his tie

he’s been at it for the last ten minutes and it seems like his gummy worm fingers aren’t going to be useful anytime soon 

and it probably doesn’t help that he’s using his phone camera as a mirror instead of going to the bathroom to use the actual mirror

he doesn’t know if it showed this morning but he’s been a nervous wreck all day! 

he practically zipped out of your office as soon as he had the chance to and he just hopes that you’re not suspecting anything 

it’s just that as each day goes by, he gets more and more conflicted over what to do about his feelings for you 

this wasn’t supposed to happen!

when he first realized that you liked him, he was flattered and admittedly it was a nice stroke to his ego knowing that his boss was interested in him, but he didn’t know it’d turn into this 

he didn’t know he’d end up liking you back 

this is a disaster! 

he’s not supposed to like you back!

he already tried forcing himself to stop liking you but if anything it’s made things worse

he thought your schoolgirl crush was sweet at first and then one day he found your poor excuse of asking him to stay after hours to help you re-organize your pens was cute and ever since then it’s gone downhill 

like the other day when he was eating lunch with you - you took the paper sleeve that holds the chopsticks and you folded it into a makeshift chopstick rest and gave it to him to use and,,. he’d have to be crazy to not find that wildly endearing

yoongi lets out a huff and leans back against his chair as he looks at himself on his phone screen 

“good going, moron.” he grumbles to himself before lifting his hand and flipping himself off, “you and your feelings.”

of course, it’s not technically a... bad thing that he likes you back, right? 

...but what’s everyone going to think?

he knows that he’s on the list of people getting the christmas bonus (because he helped you type it out) but what if people think he just slept his way to the money?? 

oh, god

that’s not who he is!

this is too much to think about right now 

he just had this suit pressed and he’s not about to ruin it by nervously sweating in it 

he’s just going to enjoy this party with you and then deal with his feelings later!  

future yoongi can handle it

present yoongi is just going to enjoy the ride B-) 

“whatcha up to?” 

“-!” yoongi jumps and scrambles up from his seat when he hears your voice all of a sudden, “y/n! sorry, i didn’t hear you come out of... your... office...” he trails off, voice softening slightly as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress 

obviously he already knew what you were going to wear because he was the one who picked up your outfit from the dry cleaner’s but... it’s a different experience actually seeing you in it 

beautiful 

there’s really no other way to describe it

you look... beautiful. 

“i don’t know why on earth you’re wearing a tie to a party.” you snort, eyes flicking down to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, “this isn’t a business meeting, yoongi.” (you decided it’d be best to take hoseok’s advice. no overthinking - just relaxing! and it seems to be going well...) 

“oh.” yoongi snaps himself out of his daze before shaking his head, “i… i don’t know why, either. i guess i’m just used to wearing a tie.”

“well, i say ditch it - you know, let loose a little! it’s new year’s eve, after all.” 

before yoongi even knows it, you’re stepping towards him and sliding the tie from his neck in one swift movement before tossing it onto his desk

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you even smell pretty 

he freezes when you reach up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles are stark white 

“there we go!” you smile, fixing yoongi’s collar before nodding to yourself, “much better. also, do you think you can help me with my heels? i put them on already but the little buckles are flimsy and i can’t do them because of my nails.” you raise both your hands before wiggling your fingers 

“mhm, of course.” yoongi steps aside and gestures towards his chair, “take a seat and i’ll take care of them for you.”

yoongi’s chair squeaks slightly as you sit down on it and you make a mental note to get him a new one 

...maybe you should get everyone in the office new chairs to make your crush on yoongi less obvious

hm

lots to think about

“so, do you think anyone’s going to have fun tonight?” you ask quietly, leaning back against the chair, “i’m nervous.” 

“i’m sure everyone’s going to have fun, y/n,” yoongi lowers himself onto the ground so that he’s down on one knee before raising your leg so that your foot is pressed against his chest, “they get free food, free alcohol, and there are fun 2021 party hats and stupid 2021 glasses to match. what’s not to love?”

“me. i’m the part they don’t love.” you snort, propping your elbow up on yoongi’s desk before leaning against your fist, “i’m gonna take one step onto the rooftop and immediately ruin the party somehow. i bet the dj will stop playing music and his records will make that awkward scratchy sound.”

“don’t be so harsh on yourself…” yoongi scolds, tucking the thin strap into the buckle and giving it a little tug to make sure it’s nice and secure before lowering your foot gently, “besides, if anyone looks at you weirdly, i can just call security and have them escorted out of the party.” he tuts, smiling up at you as he lifts your other foot 

“ooh. careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.” you joke, pushing the ball of your foot gently against yoongi’s chest teasingly

“oh, yeah? i wouldn’t be opposed to that, boss…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a side smirk as he slips the other strap into place, “alright, there we go! heels are nice and secure.”

he gets up from the ground, dusting his knee off before extending his hand to help you get up from his chair, “ready?” 

“as ready as i’ll ever be...” you reach for his hand only to pause, your nose scrunching slightly as you pull away, “i don’t know. let’s think this through. do we have to go to the party?”

“well, you are the host.” yoongi points out, “and i planned the whole thing! do you know how hard it was to arrange for a karaoke machine on new year’s eve?” he frowns playfully, “you can’t bail on me like this.” 

“i guess...” 

“listen- whenever you want to leave, just let me know and i’ll grab the entire plate of sliders, a crisp bottle of champagne, and then we’ll head back down here to eat, drink, and watch the fireworks from your office window.” yoongi tilts his head, his hand still out for you to take, “deal?” 

“...throw in the chocolate lava cakes as well and we have a deal.” 

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“wow! you really outdid yourself, yoongi.” you nod in approval as you look around, “look at this place!” 

you never even knew the rooftop had the ability to look like some trendy upscale bar that sells cocktails for $30 each 

“hey, if this secretary thing doesn’t work out, maybe i could become a party planner.” yoongi jokes, lifting his glass up with a smile

“you know, i really think you could.” you clink your glass against his before taking a sip of the bubbly champagne, “by the way, you don’t have to hang out with me all night. you’re allowed to go and mingle with your coworkers.” 

“i know.” yoongi hums before his nose scrunches slightly, “but every time i talk to them, they’re always gossiping about something and i think gossiping is unproductive.” 

“wha-” you gawk, your lashes fluttering, “you’re telling me that you’ve had access to juicy office gossip this whole time and not once have i ever heard any of it??”

“i mean...” 

“you have to tell me something. i’ll take anything!” 

you grin excitedly when yoongi gestures for you to come in closer 

“jungkook and tzuyu had sex on the photocopier by the supplies room.” he blurts out quickly, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his own champagne, “but you didn’t hear it from me!”

“they- what?!” you gasp in shock, jaw practically dropping to the floor, “they did?? during work??”

“no, it was after work!” yoongi shakes his head, “i think you had a meeting across town that night which is why we weren’t here... otherwise we... probably would’ve heard it but- it’s on the CCTV security cameras and everything. of course, since the photocopier is kind of out of frame, you can only see their lower halves-”

“well, then how do you know it was jungkook and tzuyu??” 

“their shoes! and jungkook’s socks. he’s the only one who wears bright purple rubber-duckie socks to work.” 

the two of you turn to look at jungkook across the rooftop and you blink before looking back over at yoongi with a pout 

“that’s my favourite photocopier.” you mutter, “i hope they didn’t get any... fluids inside of it-”

“gross! why would it be inside of the machine?!”

“i don’t know! people go crazy during sex sometimes!” you raise your hands in defense before clearing your throat quietly, “okay, but seriously, i feel like having vigorous sex on a piece of office equipment is definitely violating something so i might have to bring them in for a little chat-”

“ooh, can i be there when you scold them?” 

“absolutely-”  

“miss y/n?” you jump in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently from behind

you glance over your shoulder to see joy before smiling politely, turning around fully to face her, “joy! what’s up?”

“i’d like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright - do you have a moment?” 

“oh! um, of course-” you pause, turning to hand yoongi your glass, “let’s head over there for some privacy. what’s on your mind?” 

“it’s just... you know, regarding past comments i may or may not have made about you-” she chuckles uneasily, “seeing as you still have to figure out who’s getting christmas bonuses this year, i thought that-” 

yoongi bites back a grin when you turn back to look at him with pleading eyes and he shrugs helplessly before raising his own glass at you and downing the rest of the champagne 

                                  »»————-　♡　————-««

yoongi’s never been a huge fan of parties mainly because he’d much rather enjoy a bottle of champagne and full-sized burgers in the comfort of his own home 

he really only started going to parties once you became CEO of the company and he wasn’t left with a choice because he was worried that you’d fire him if he didn’t attend any of these festive celebrations 

he likes to think that you’ve opened him up to new experiences, helping him become a better human being overall 

:-) 

“hey!” yoongi chokes on his tiny burger patty when someone gives his back a hearty slap, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere! i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi.”

yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion when it’s hoseok that plops down on the bar stool next to him 

“what-” yoongi swallows his bite before giving his chest a couple of pats to help get the masticated chunks of meat down smoother, “what did i do??” 

hoseok opens his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes flickering to the side as he reconsiders what he’s about to say 

he’s a little tipsy thanks to the open bar so he didn’t really think this decision through but he’s here now so it’s a little late to back out 

you explicitly asked him not to meddle but he feels like if he doesn’t do anything, then you’ll never do anything and you’ll just go to the grave keeping your feelings for yoongi a secret 

does this count as meddling? 

he just has to find a way to steer the conversation towards the topic of you and yoongi and romance 

this might be meddling, now that he’s thinking about it

...

it’s fine! 

he’ll do it in such a subtle way that yoongi won’t even notice! 

“it’s not something that you’ve done. it’s something that you haven’t done.” hoseok clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at yoongi suspiciously, “do you like y/n? because she likes you.”

(not very subtle, but hoseok never likes to beat around the bush.) 

“woah-” yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a nervous chuckle before looking around, “ha, i- um- where did you get that idea from?” 

“you didn’t deny it.” hoseok grins in success, “so you do?” 

“i...” yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he lets out a huff and his shoulders droop in defeat, “yeah. yeah, i do. ...but what does that have to do with you?” 

“oh, it has everything to do with me!” hoseok chirps, clapping his hands together excitedly, “i’m here to give you advice!” 

“yeah, okay,” yoongi immediately scoffs and rolls his eyes as he turns back to pick up his drink, “no offense, but i don’t think i should be getting advice from the guy who was almost fired today-”

“oh, please, i wasn’t getting fired when you walked in.” hoseok raises a brow, “we were talking about you before you barged in so y/n obviously panicked and changed the subject to make it look like she wasn’t going all goo-goo-ga-ga over you-” 

“what? you were- y/n was talking about me?” yoongi perks up, his interest in the conversation suddenly reigniting, “really?” 

“she’s always talking about you,” hoseok points out, “don’t get me wrong - i love going to her office to talk about you instead of doing my work, but it’s exhausting! which is part of the reason as to why i’m willing to give you advice to get this show on the road.” 

“i don’t need advice, though.” 

“of course you need advice. if one of you finally made a move, i wouldn’t need to give you advice, but here i am.” hoseok gestures to himself before shrugging, “so... what’s wrong with you?”

yoongi scoffs in offense

that’s a little ruDE

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yeah. why haven’t you made a move yet if you like y/n back?” hoseok emphasizes as a reminder that this crush goes two ways and that yoongi can be blamed for the lack of action just as much as you 

“because... i can’t! it’s not that easy, man.” yoongi shakes his head, “i can’t just ask her out. she’s... like... she’s miss y/n.” 

“yes. and the sky is blue.” hoseok frowns, “i’m sorry, what’s the problem?” 

“she’s the boss!” yoongi snaps, glaring over at hoseok, “she’s our boss!”

“exactly! she’s the boss! if you’re going to date someone in the office, it might as well be the person signing off everyone’s paycheques at the end of each month-” 

“but you can’t- the rules!”

“what rules??”

“there are no rules! that’s why i’m so confused! i’m used to rules! that’s how the world works in my head! what the hell am i supposed to do now? go rogue?! i’ve never gone rogue before!”

“oh, god, who do you think you are? some secret agent? all you’re doing is asking someone out-”

“i can’t date y/n-” 

“give me a legitimate reason as to why you can’t date y/n.”

“i’ll be penalized!” 

“who’s going to penalize you?!”

“the boss of our boss!” 

“please!” hoseok groans loudly, throwing his head back in frustration, “you don’t think he’s goofed around with any of his secretaries?”

“okay, but this isn’t me goofing around with y/n, this is me... being serious with y/n!” yoongi presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next, “yeah. i wanna be serious with y/n.” 

“i promise you that no one cares about relationships as long as work is handed in on time and bags of money are being made.” hoseok hums, gesturing for the bartender to fix up another drink for him 

having this conversation about you with yoongi is just as exhausting as having this conversation about yoongi with you 

...

he doesn’t know if that sentence made any sense but all this alcohol is making the words jumble up together 

“well, okay, but-” yoongi chuckles nervously, turning and setting his glass down on the bar countertop, “then we’d have to make a file with HR declaring the status of our relationship, and then we’d have to talk about whether or not we want to keep things private or let the whole office know- oh, god, and what if it doesn’t work out? what if we break up? it’d be embarrassing after having declared our love for each other in front of everyone! and favouritism! don’t even get me started on favouritism! people are going to bag on y/n if they find out that i’m on the list of people getting a bonus! ...but, in my defense, even if we weren’t together i would probably still be on that list because i’m hardworking-” 

“yoongi-” hoseok interrupts, slapping both his hands down on his shoulders before letting out a sigh, “do you like y/n?” 

“yes.” yoongi answers without missing a beat, “i like y/n. a lot.” 

“okay. then that’s all that matters, right?” 

yoongi opens his mouth to respond but he pauses

huh 

that... is a fair point... 

it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks about his relationship with you 

what is it about alcohol that makes some people so wise?

“do you know what kind of a person you’d be if you just repressed your feelings and pretended that they didn’t exist at all? a coward, that’s what you’d be. because y/n is a fantastic woman and you need to hurry up and make a damn move before she realises she’s wasting her time on you and moves on to someone else who isn’t afraid to show their true feelings for her.” hoseok shakes his head gently before pulling away from yoongi with a nonchalant shrug and a snort, “but, you know - i’m drunk as hell and i’ve had nothing to eat so all the things coming out of my mouth righ’now could be complete and utter bullshit!” he hiccups, giggling to himself, “who knows!”

“well… what do you suggest i do?”

“what else do you do at a new year’s eve party?” hoseok’s head flops to the side, the over consumption of nothing but champagne suddenly hitting him like a brick wall 

“…share new year’s resolutions?”

“wha- god, you guys are truly the perfect pair- no, dumbass, you kiiissss someone at midnight.” hoseok slurs, “you already know she’s into you. and now i know that you’re into her so she’s definitely not going to oppose giving you a big ol smooch!”

“well, it’s-” yoongi pulls his sleeve up to check his watch, anxiety bubbling in his stomach when he realizes there are exactly twelve minutes to midnight, “oh, god.” 

okay

that’s fine!

it’s fine, he can work with twelve minutes!

all he has to do is 1) find you, 2) start a casual conversation, 3) somehow transition the casual conversation into a not so casual conversation about his feelings for you, 4) transition from the not so casual conversation to asking if you’d like to be his new year’s kiss, 5)- 

“i can’t pull this off in twelve minutes. i don’t know how i’m going to do this!” yoongi swallows thickly, turning to look at hoseok (who’s starting to doze off), “how the hell am i going to do this??” 

hoseok picks himself up off the counter, turning to face yoongi before a wide smile spreads on his face and a little gasp of excitement slips past his lips, “hey! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi-” 

“okay, buddy-” yoongi quickly reaches out to keep hoseok from toppling over, “you’ve definitely had one too many-” 

                                  »»————-　♡　————-««

ding!

yoongi steps off the elevator with a huff, quickly checking the time on his watch for the millionth time tonight 

he spent two minutes running around the rooftop like a headless chicken in case you were still up there somewhere 

luckily jungkook told him that he saw you leave the rooftop and there’s really only one other place that you’d be 

he makes his way down the hallway towards the double doors of your office, smiling in success when he sees that one of the doors is slightly ajar 

bingo! 

maybe it’s because he’s now confident about his true feelings for you, but he feels like there’s a spring in his step right now! 

(it could also be because of the liquid courage, but that’s neither here nor there.)

he pushes the door open a little to stick his face in, giving himself a mental high five as he sees you leaning against your desk with a flute of champagne in your hand, staring out the window 

“hey!” yoongi clears his throat, knocking on the door gently, “there you are.”

“hm?” you turn to glance over your shoulder, “oh, yoongi! yeah, hey.” 

“i didn’t realize you’d disappeared... i would’ve brought the sliders with me if i knew you were in here.” he jokes, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, “everything okay?”

“ah, well. maybe next time.” you smile stiffly, turning away from him to look back out, “yeah, everything’s fine. joy practically talked my ear off up there so i just felt like i needed to get away from the party for a little while.” 

“you know, the fireworks are starting soon...” yoongi points out as he makes his way over to you, “you’re probably going to get better pictures of them up there than down here in your office.” 

“yeah, i know… but it’s also going to be very loud up on the rooftop and i’d prefer to start the new year off with working eardrums.” your nose wrinkles as you let out a chuckle, “also, i…”

“what?”

“i… i don’t know, i just don’t really want to start the new year awkwardly standing in the middle while everyone else is getting new year’s kisses.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before chuckling awkwardly, “that… makes me sound like a very bitter single person and i swear it wasn’t supposed to come off that way-” 

“no, i totally get it.” yoongi shakes his head as he wipes his hands on the side of his pants, “as a matter of fact, i kind of wanted to talk to you about something-”

“hold on, hold on- before you say anything, i-” you interrupt him, turning to set your glass down, “i, um- i have something that i wanna say to you as well. can i go first?”

“oh! yes, okay….” yoongi cowers down a little, pressing his lips together tightly, “is... everything alright?”

“yeah!” you nod quickly before pausing, “i mean, sort of. kind of. i’m… not sure if it’s going to be a good idea or not, but i just want to let you know that if you… you know, if you feel uncomfortable or something after i tell you this, you’re free to pack up and leave, you know? i mean, i actually already have a letter of recommendation written for you so if you wanna go off and work for someone else, i’ve already put in a lot of good words for you-”

“woah, woah-” yoongi raises his hands before letting out a chuckle, “i- while i definitely appreciate the gesture, you know i’m… not planning on going anywhere, right?”

“yeah, well… things change!” you clear your throat, gaze averting as you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “things... change. i… don’t mean to sound so elementary school about it, but i…” you trail off, the little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is your last chance to back out and not tell yoongi about your feelings for him

you’ve chickened out more than a handful of times, so what’s going to different about this time around?

you look up at yoongi and he blinks twice before offering you a soft smile, “you…?”

oh 

how are you supposed to back out when he’s looking at you like that?

and maybe it’s just because he looks particularly handsome tonight in his suit or because you’re all riled up on cocktails, but...

“i like you.” you blurt out, trying your best not to cringe or make any faces, “like… in a… romantic? way?”

yoongi’s eyes widen and the smile fades from his face, though you don’t have much time to process whatever reaction that was before he’s speaking up 

“you like me.” yoongi repeats, swallowing thickly before nodding, “in a romantic way.”

“yeah.” you shrug, “and i have for a while, but i just never said or did anything about it because i thought it was inappropriate - you know, because i’m your boss and around the time i started liking you was when we held that seminar for workplace harassment and i didn’t want to make you feel like i was harassing you or creeping on you or anything - a-anyways, at first i thought i was attracted to you solely because you’re hot in that broody, college skater-boyfriend kind of way and i thought it’d go away on its own, but then the feelings never went away, and then i thought that maybe this was just a more serious schoolgirl-type crush that would take time to go away, but then a lot of time went by and it still didn’t go away, so… here we are now, at the end of the year, and i… still have a huge, huge crush on you-”

“-i like you too.” 

“okay, cool, but i’m not done talking about-” you pause, your eyes flickering upwards, “wait, what?” 

“i like you, y/n.” yoongi breathes out with a smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “actually, i’ve known for a long time that you liked me and at first i was just flattered and admittedly i was a little cocky about it but then i... actually started to like you one day and- well, i didn’t want to say anything because- woah-!”

yoongi yelps when suddenly a paperweight is hurled in his direction and nearly whacks him in the face, “what the f-”

“are you kidding me, yoongi?!” you snap, slapping your hands down as you glare at him across your desk, “are you kidding me?!” 

“okay, i-i-” yoongi stammers, “i wasn’t expecting this reaction so i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to-” 

“you knew that i liked you this entire time-” you groan, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “and you knew that you liked me this entire time... and you didn’t say or do anything about it?!”

“well, why didn’t you do anything about it first?” yoongi exasperates, “you- you’re just as much at fault here as i am!”

“because i-” you laugh lightly in disbelief, “because i thought that if i told you that i liked you, that you would feel pressured into saying that you liked me back because i’m your boss! how would i know if your feelings were genuine or if you were just playing along? of course i couldn’t tell you!” 

yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as you let out a huff before stepping away from your desk and heading over to stand by the window again 

“i...” he trails off, bending down to pick up the paperweight before setting it down on your desk gently, “i’m sorry that you... struggled with that... but... i think the important thing is that i do like you, y/n. i genuinely like you, and i was an idiot for not saying anything earlier... i let my doubts get in the way and...” he sighs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’m not good at- i’m not good at dealing with this kind of stuff and usually i just brush it aside and hope the problem goes away but i see you almost every single day so i couldn’t just brush it aside-” 

“yeah, well-” 

both of you freeze up when you suddenly hear the countdown chanting echo from up on the rooftop and yoongi feels his heart plummet to his stomach when he realizes he didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his new year’s kiss 

shit 

shit!

“i’m just-” yoongi shakes his head furiously, “i get nervous when there are no rules and there certainly isn’t a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your boss-”

10!

you let out a scoff as you turn to face him, “-and you think there’s a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your secretary?!-” 

9!

“i was a total coward for not saying anything sooner and i wish i did! i wish i kissed you at the halloween party!”

8!

“you- you wanted to kiss me at the halloween party?” 

7!

“of course i did, dumbass!” the name slips out of yoongi’s mouth before he even realizes it and he smiles sheepishly when you give him a warning look, “...miss dumbass.”

6!

“anyways,” yoongi coughs, “i-if you’re still interested, i’d really like to kiss you tonight if that’s okay-” 

5!

“wait, did hoseok put you up to this?” you narrow your eyes in suspicion before pointing to yourself, “because he told me to ask you to kiss me tonight-”

“yeah, he put me up to this because we both know that you certainly weren’t going to make the first move-”

4!

“how dare you?” you scoff, crossing your arms stubbornly, “i could make the first move if i really wanted to-” 

3!

“what?! that’s bullsh- oh my god, can we agree now to kiss first and then argue about this later?!” yoongi snaps, eyes full of panic at the thought of not making it on time, “please??” 

2!

“fine, but-” 

1- HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi swoops in swiftly to lean in and kiss you, warm hands quickly reaching up to cup either sides of your face 

the sound of people cheering and fireworks going off in the sky is nothing compared to the erratic thumping of your heart and the high-pitched ringing in your ears 

oh, wow

your lashes flutter as you feel yourself relax, your fists uncurling against yoongi so that your hands rest on his chest

you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and that’s all the confirmation you need to know that yoongi really, truly likes you back 

yoongi’s hands leave your face so that he can reach down to grasp your hips and pull you towards him, only for his arms to snake around your waist a second later 

your hands slide up his chest before your arms wrap loosely around his neck, feeling as though nothing else matters except what’s happening right now 

you’ve dreamt about this moment for so long but it’s so much better than you could’ve possibly imagined it to be 

and you’re not sure if it’s the copious amount of champagne that you consumed tonight but you just feel so warm inside 

yoongi pulls away (far too soon for your liking), his eyes lidded and hazy as he smiles fondly down at you, “happy new year, boss.”

you can’t fight back the wide grin on your face when he leans down to nudge his nose against yours, both of your hearts undoubtedly beating in time   

“happy new year, secretary min.”

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just catching up

YOOO this is the first smut im posting... lemme know how yall feel pls

pairing: jaehyun x reader

summary: you’ve had a small crush on jaehyun since high school but haven’t seen him in three years. you guys reconnect at a party and things go from there...

word count: 7.4k+

genre: smut bro just smut

warnings: drinking and smoking (PLEASE be responsible when doing either/or)

In the back of your mind, you've always had a little thing for Jaehyun. You first met him in high school, where you had a few classes together over the years. You and him never developed into anything other than classmates, as he hung out with a different crowd than you did. Not a bad crowd, just not the same friend group. You usually stuck to your own circle of friends in high school, and so did he. In class, you would gravitate towards each other for group projects or help each other with assignments and homework, but you both never went beyond that. It's not like you had an undying love for him, but you couldn't deny that he was smart, funny, always willing to help when you were confused, always managed to make you laugh or put a smile on your face when class got boring, and was extremely attractive as a bonus. Outside of class, you'd only see him in passing; maybe you wanted to get to know him a little better, but you weren't sure if he felt the same way, so you never acted on it. After graduation, you both went to different colleges. You stayed in the same state whereas he moved away, and your small crush eventually faded.

It is now your junior year in college, and you still kept in contact with some of your friends from high school. It's winter break and they wanted to go to a New Years Eve party tonight to ring in the new decade. You were excited, you wanted to go out and have a little fun, maybe get a little drunk to celebrate acing the long finals you had to take. As you made your way into the house, your friends scattered around, saying hey to people they haven't seen since graduation. You headed straight for the kitchen to make yourself a drink, no time to waste. You wanted to start off light before getting too fucked up, and you were so glad you weren't the designated driver tonight.

Drink in hand, you walk around the house and recognize so many faces from high school. You never really talked to these people, but your graduating class wasn't that big so you didn't have to really know them to know them. The party was in your hometown, where you all graduated and people came home from college for winter break. There actually weren't very many people you didn't recognize. You exchanged greetings with a few and chatted with them just to pass the time, but the music was so loud you couldn't really hear much of what they were saying.

A few mixed drinks in, you found a spot in the corner of the living room, looking around for your friends to make sure they were okay. Parties weren't really your thing since you were still a bit awkward around people and didn't socialize as much as the rest of your friends. Being alone wasn't that bad either, as long as you had something to keep your mind buzzing. As you scanned the room, the front door opened and the party got even louder as people began greeting the crowd that just walked in. Jaehyun and his friends seemed to steal the show, and you couldn't keep your eyes off him. Clad in an all black outfit, you could tell he got much taller and more muscular since the last time you saw him. He walked in with four other guys you recognize as part of his friend group, but his smile alone lights up the room, at least to you. You suddenly feel a bit shy, but you don't know why. He hasn't even said a word to you and you feel butterflies in your stomach. Three years doesn't seem like a long time, but he definitely looks even more attractive than before and you start to wonder what he would look like without his clothes ­ — wait, what the fuck? 

Why were you thinking of him in that way? He literally just walked through the door and you're already fantasizing about him. You make your way through the crowd, away from Jaehyun and out to the patio where you can calm yourself down a bit. You try to talk yourself through it, yes he's good looking, so good looking, but you haven't talked to each other in a while and there's no telling if he's even the same person from high school. You shouldn't be thinking of him in that way without even having a proper conversation with him. It was just a simple crush, so why did your mind jump so far ahead into getting in bed with him and letting him have his way —

"Y/N?" The sound of your friend calling your name brings you back to your senses. "We're about to take shots, do you wanna come back inside?"

You shrug the indecent thoughts you're having about Jaehyun off and down the rest of the drink in your hand before hurriedly following her back inside to the kitchen. You're definitely tipsy by now, but you're in the mood for more. There are several shot glasses laid out, all filled with Henny to the brim for the taking. It burns every time you drink it, but it's a good burn and hits quick. You grab a glass off the counter and turn to face your friend when you almost collide with the person behind you. You realize it's Jaehyun, and he's beaming down at you with that perfect smile that makes your heart race a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were behind me," you say, taking a step back.

"Y/N? Hey, it's been so long!" he replies, grabbing his own glass and raising it to yours. You clink glasses and take the shot; without fail, it burns like it always does. You wish you had something to chase it with. He offers you his can of Coke, noticing the way you grimace. You gladly take it without thinking and hand it back to him, throat feeling much better after.

"How have you been? How's school going?" he asks, leading you away from the kitchen and back out to the patio where only a few other people are hanging out. You look around for your friend, but she's already made her way in the opposite direction. You weren't sure if you wanted to be alone with him so soon. Your mind was already racing with thoughts you couldn't seem to control.

"I've been good, my classes were kind of hard this semester and I'm just so tired of school but at least we're on break right now, it's much needed. What about you?"

"Tell me about it, I couldn't wait to come to this party. I've pretty much just been staying at home with my family since I haven't been home in a while." You and Jaehyun continue the conversation, talking about your majors and what classes were the hardest for you both this semester. You can feel the alcohol kicking in the longer you talk to him, your head starts to get heavy and you're smiling at everything he says, not that you can help it. You catch him staring at you as you talk about the class you enjoyed the most, listening intently while at the same time you could swear he was checking you out, eyeing you up and down with a look you couldn't decipher. You sit on the edge of the table behind you, hands gripping the edge to help you balance yourself. You're a bit wobbly now that the drinks have taken effect. He notices you're tipsy and chuckles, asking if you feel okay.

"I feel great," you say a bit too happily, making you both laugh. "Actually... I kinda wanna take another shot." He raises an eyebrow at you, seeing as how your legs stumble a bit as you start walking, but doesn't stop you as you make your way to the kitchen and take one of the glasses left on the counter. You pour yourself another shot, turning to look back at him and nodding your head for him to take one too. "Only if you want," not trying to pressure him. He smiles and raises the glass so you can pour him one. A few mixed drinks and two shots in and you feel unstoppable. You've always been kind of a lightweight compared to your friends, so you decide to chill out with the alcohol for now, not being the best at holding it down in the end anyway.

The music is much louder inside than it is outside. Jaehyun steps closer to you and leans down. "I don't know if you smoke, but I figured I'd ask anyway. Wanna go upstairs?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of rillos, trying to be discreet from others so they don't ask him to share.

"What, just me and you?" You say with a little tease, leaning on the counter obviously enjoying where this is going. You haven't smoked in a while, but you can definitely handle your weed better than alcohol. Granted, you don't need either of them to have a good time, but you surely do when you have both, so why not spice things up a bit?

"Yeah, just me and you," he replies with a smirk of his own. "I was gonna use this on my own when I could find a time to get away from my friends, but I think I'd have more fun with you."

You can't help but feel a little giddy, was it the alcohol making you feel this way or was it the fact that you're about to spend time with him in a way you never have before? Maybe it's the way he's looking at you so intensely like he could eat you up right here in this kitchen with all these people around? Maybe you were just imagining things, but you could feel the mutual attraction you both have for each other. You decide not to get too ahead of yourself and just go with the flow. You push yourself off the counter, sauntering through the kitchen, looking behind you and waiting for him to follow with a playful smile. You don't even know the layout of this house, but you head for the stairs where you think there would be less people. Jaehyun stops and talks to someone for a bit, presumably asking if he could go upstairs. You wait at the steps, taking in his figure and the way the black shirt he's wearing hugs his chest and arms so perfectly. He's definitely been putting in work at the gym, you note to yourself. He glances at you as you're waiting for him to finish his conversation. You're getting a bit impatient and mouth for him to hurry up, which makes him boast a chuckle, finally finishing the conversation and following you up the stairs.

"Someone's eager," he says as he leads you to the room at the end of the hallway.

"You have no idea," you reply, a bit under your breath but you know he heard it.

The room you walk into has a bed sitting in the middle, with two huge windows on either side of it and a desk in front of the window on the right. Neither of you reach to turn on the light, seeing as the room is still pretty lit with the moonlight shining through the windows. You don't know whose room it is but you're glad they let you come up here. You felt more comfortable not being around a bunch of people you didn't really talk to in the first place. There's a bathroom to the left, which reminds you that you need to break the seal.

"Hold on, I gotta use the bathroom first." Jaehyun turns on the fan in the room and sits in the chair at the desk, cracking the window open and pulling the blunt and lighter from his pocket.

You check yourself out in the mirror, admiring the way your hair and makeup looks tonight. You wipe your lipstick off, not wanting to get it all over the blunt you were about to smoke with Jaehyun. The reality of the situation hits you. All of a sudden, you're alone with him in this room and you're about to get high with him? How did things move so fast? Not that you were complaining, but you sure did feel very nervous. You felt even more intense butterflies in your stomach, looking towards the bathroom door knowing he would be out there waiting for you. You take a deep breath to try to calm your nerves. You remind yourself you came here to have a good time tonight, you weren't about to ruin the night for yourself.

When you walk out of the bathroom, you notice the way the light is shining on him from the window. He looks so damn good right now and he's not even doing anything, how does he do that? He looks up at you and puts his phone in his pocket, grabbing the blunt and holding it out for you to light it. You realize the bed is too far away from the desk for you to pass the blunt back and forth, so you have no idea where to sit. He makes a move to stand up and let you sit in the chair but you stop him.

"No, it's okay, you can sit there," you assure him. You sit on the edge of the desk, glad that it's big enough so you're not too close to him. You're in a very intimate situation with him already, but you don't know if you could handle being any closer to him than you have to be. You take the first few hits, letting the smoke fill your lungs before it becomes too much. You start coughing, it really has been a while and your throat is getting dry already. He hands you a water bottle - where did that even come from? You pass the blunt to him as you take a sip and he chuckles. "You've smoked before right?" he asks as he takes a long hit.

"Yeah, it's just been a while. I stopped cause I started nursing school."

"Oh shit, should you even be smoking right now? What if they drug test you?" he asks, worried you might get in trouble.

You laugh, thinking it's cute that he's worried about you. "No, they don't do random tests, just once before you start the program." He nods, handing it back to you. You feel like it's too quiet with just the two of you and grab your phone to start playing some music. As the minutes pass by, your head starts to feel lighter and lighter, just the way you like it. Your eyes get droopy and you're staring at him for a bit longer than you should be in between hits. He hasn't noticed yet, but you can't keep your eyes off him. You don't know what's coming over you, he hasn't made a move or come on to you in a way that would make you think he's into you, but you can't help but let your mind wander about the things you'd let him do to you. You let your eyes trail across his body, watching the way he leans on the desk, muscles flexed perfectly in that shirt. He blows smoke out the window and leans back in the chair, facing you with his hand outstretched, handing you the blunt. In that moment, your eyes move to his thighs, spread out and looking like they're inviting you to come sit in his lap. You squeeze your legs together, trying to ignore the urge to take him up on the invitation you imagined he was giving you.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts, but the way you're looking at him with those hooded and lust filled eyes doesn't go unnoticed. You try to shake the thoughts away and take the blunt from him, which has gotten a lot smaller and harder to hold. You can't bring yourself to make eye contact with him any more, way too shy to do so after he caught you staring at him, so you stare out the window, watching as a few people leave the party.

Jaehyun takes the opportunity to look at you - really look at you since you've been together in the room. He can't deny that he's been attracted to you, even before he saw you at the party tonight. Sure, you went to school together and didn't talk much outside of class, but he was excited to see you everyday in the period you had together. You were smart, one of the smartest in the entire graduating class and always on top of your work. It was something he admired about you, being so hardworking and studious. He would choose you as his partner every time there was a group project, not because he knew you would do a good job but because he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. You always looked so cute when you were confused on an assignment, but you never noticed the way he would look at you. You didn't hang out with the same friend group, but he'd catch himself looking for you in the hallways or in the cafeteria. He wanted to catch a glimpse of that beautiful smile on your face, undoubtedly his favorite thing about you. He didn't know if you felt the same way about him so he never said anything and just let the years pass by.

He didn't expect to see you at the party, but as soon as he did he knew his crush for you had never really gone away. He saw you standing by yourself out on the patio, wondering if he should go out there and say hey. But before he could, your friend called you back inside to take a few shots and he took the chance to "bump" into you. He wasn't going to let the opportunity get away from him again.

And now here you are, sitting on the edge of the desk looking absolutely gorgeous. Doing nothing but doing everything to him at the same time. You were wearing a short black skirt that hugged your figure in all the right ways, which definitely became more voluptuous since the last time he saw you. The low cut crop top you wore had him imagining all the marks and hickeys he would leave if he had the chance. He couldn't keep his eyes off you, taking in the way your thighs were splayed out on the desk, ready for him to kneel down and spread them open, making you feel so good you wouldn't want him to stop. The thought of taking you right here made him clench his jaw and he could feel that his pants were getting too tight. He didn't want to rush anything in case you weren't feeling the same way.

But when he caught you looking at him in the same way he devoured you with his eyes, he knew the feeling was mutual. The words were unspoken, but the look told him everything he needed to know. You were both hesitating, trying to control yourselves, unsure if the next step should be taken just yet.

"Jaehyun," you call out to him, trying to get his attention. "I think it's out."

"Just put it here in the ash tray, I'll throw it away later." He watches as you step off the desk, stretching your whole body after sitting for so long. His eyes trail over your lower body, loving the way the skirt you're wearing rides up as you stretch. Such a simple act starts to get him riled up, and he's thinking about what you'd look like if the pesky little skirt wasn't in the way.

"How do you feel?" he asks, knowing you're already pretty high by the way your eyes are red and hooded.

"I feel great," you reply, and you can't help but laugh out loud, both of you knowing you're already gone.

"That's good, I'm glad you're having fun. You know, I'd rather be here with you than with everyone else downstairs."

You don't know what he means by that - does he want to stay up here? With you? Just the two of you? Your body starts to burn up, indecent thoughts making their way back into your mind. You don't know if he means it in that way or if he just doesn't really enjoy the party, but you're afraid to ask.

"I think it's nice to get away from everyone for a bit. It can get overwhelming. I know my friends are gonna be here for a while so I guess we can stay here for a bit..." you trail, not wanting to sound too desperate to be here with him for a little longer.

You sit back on the desk as he leans back in the chair again, silently inviting you like he did before. You don't know if he's doing this on purpose or if he's really that oblivious, but you wish he would just get the hint that you're feeling him. But you don't know if he wants you like you want him. You both stare at each other intently, waiting for the other person to do something, anything, make a move and let it be known.

He's looking at you with an unreadable look and you're afraid that he doesn't really want to be with you, just that he wants to get away from the party. You can't keep the staring contest going with him, so you grab your phone to change the music.

Suddenly, he leans forward and takes your phone out of your hand and throws it on the bed behind you, leaving you stunned. He gets out of the chair and stands right in front of you, looking down at you as you crane your head to look at him. When did he get so fucking tall? You feel tiny under his glare, looking at him innocently, not sure where things are headed but you sure as hell don't want it to stop. He rests his hands on the edge of the desk, trapping you in between his arms. You tense up, noticing how close his hands are to your thighs and you want nothing more than for him to touch you.

"You're a tease, you know that?" he says with a smirk.

"A what?" you reply nervously. His hands slowly slide up and down your thighs, bringing out the goosebumps from how cold his hands are on your warm skin. Your body is on fire now and your heart starts to race. It's harder to keep eye contact with him now under his smoldering gaze but you can't look away.

"You heard what I said. You're a tease. I see the way you look at me, but you haven't done anything. It's making me crazy watching you hold yourself back." His hands firmly grip your thighs now, pushing them apart so he can stand properly between them. This is the closest he's ever been to you and you don't know what to do or how to react.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, looking anywhere but at his face with that stupid smirk he's got on. He knows you're lying, and you know he knows, but you're too shy to admit it.

He steps away from you, "Okay, I won't push you if you don't want to." He makes a move to head out but you're panicking now - did you just ruin it? Of course you want him, you've wanted him since he stepped inside the door tonight. Now you know he wants you, so why aren't you reciprocating?

You grab his hand before he gets too far away, pulling him back to face you. "I didn't know if you felt the same... so I didn't say anything..." you say, scared that he'll actually leave you hanging.

He resumes his position between your thighs. "Look at me," he says, voice much deeper than it's been all night. You're trying to read his expression, and you can tell he's been holding back too. You take a deep breath - it's now or never.

"Do you .. want me?" you say, holding your breath in case for some reason he doesn't and has just been toying with you.

"I thought you'd never ask," as he crashes his lips onto yours, holding you by the waist and deepening the kiss before you could catch your breath. You can't keep up with him, he's fighting for dominance and all you can do is give in. Your hands grip his shirt as your lips mold together, your neck starting to hurt from craning up so much. His hands move from your waist to your neck, supporting you while wrapping one hand in your hair. He tugs at your bottom lip, before pulling away slowly, lips barely touching as you stare at each other. You're breathing hard, trying to make sense of what just happened. He's still got that damn smirk on his face and you can only look at him, eyes begging for more.

His hand is still wrapped in your hair but he decides to test the waters a bit. He tugs a bit, earning a small sound from you.

"Do you like getting your hair pulled?" he says against your lips. You feebly nod, his grip now much firmer. You're pulling him further and further under your spell, and he loves it. His lips move down and he tugs your head to the left so he can place warm kisses on your neck. His free hand rests on your thigh, squeezing you so close to where you want him most. His lips feel like fire on your neck, his fingers are teasing the hem of your skirt and you can feel your panties getting uncomfortably soaked by his small actions.

His lips trail further down your neck, spreading hot open-mouthed kisses across your chest. He lets go of your hair and pulls your shirt down, exposing a part of your black lace bra. He kisses the top of your breast but doesn't quite reach where you want his lips to be. He's left plenty of marks across your chest already and leaves a dark hickey on your breast before putting your shirt back the way it was.

"Who's the tease now?" You're frustrated at this point. He pulls back a bit to look at the marks he left on your chest and neck, obviously proud of himself. He's going too slow for your liking, so you feel brave enough to take your shirt off yourself, loving the way he's eyeing you as you unhook your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders but still holding the bra up. You spread your legs even further apart and Jaehyun swears he could throw you on the bed right now and have his way with you. But he wants to take it slow and make you beg for it. He wants to see you writhing with pleasure underneath him, needy for his touch,

"Take your shirt off, Jae" you fake pout at him, knowing he's just as eager to get the real party started.

"You take it off for me," he says, knowing you'll have to let go of your bra to take his shirt off. He wants to see all of you and he wants to see it now. You reach for him and run your hands underneath his shirt, caressing his toned abs and reveling in the way they feel under your fingers. Your bra falls completely off at this point and you throw it on the desk, pulling Jaehyun's shirt off soon after. If you thought he looked good underneath the moonlight before, he manages to look even better now. You can't believe this is actually happening. You tug on the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer and wrapping your legs around him.

"You're so pretty, baby" he says, looking into your eyes before he kisses you again. You grab his face and deepen the kiss, taking charge this time, wanting him to know how much you want and need him. He suddenly hoists you up and you yelp, holding onto him by his neck. He throws you on the bed, knocking the wind out of you. He grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor. You sit up on your elbows, watching Jaehyun as he tugs on your skirt, silently asking if he can take it off.

"Do whatever you want to me, Jaehyun." You don't know where this bold statement came from, but you've got this playful look in your eyes and Jaehyun is ready to make you regret saying that.

"Fuck, you're so hot. You don't know what you do to me." He takes your skirt off, leaving your panties on. He spreads your legs and starts kissing your inner thighs, sending tingles up your spine. He maintains eye contact with you, inching closer to your core, making sure you watch his every move. His large hands keep a hard grip on your thighs and you're getting wetter with each second. Your hand slides down your body, squeezing your breast as a little tease for him, rolling your nipple between your fingers. He continues to leave kisses on your thighs, ignoring where you want him most. You slide your hand under your panties, making sure Jaehyun is watching you this time.

"This is what you do to me," you tease. You're so wet, you can hear the slick as you rub your clit, making Jaehyun growl, listening to you pleasure yourself. If he wasn't going to do anything, you'd just have to do it yourself. Your other hand pulls your panties to the side, exposing your dripping core to him. His eyes become darker as he watches you slide two fingers in with ease. You're so riled up and wet, you don't even need to be prepared. You finger yourself as he watches in between your thighs, giving him a show you know he can't resist. It makes you feel good, knowing he's watching you get off to him. You close your eyes and imagine it's his fingers in you, touching you instead. Better yet, you imagine he's pounding into you nice and slow. You can't wait for him to stop teasing you and to touch you where you need him.

As you're imagining him fucking you, you bite your lip and moan his name softly, trying to turn him on even more. Jaehyun loves the way you look right now. Legs spread, panties to the side, marks all over your neck, chest rising as you breathe hard imagining him inside you right now. He watches your fingers move in and out of your core, your juices coating your fingers and your sex. He thought he could tease you, but you're doing a better job at it than he is. He can't wait any more.

While you're lost in your thoughts, Jaehyun quickly removes your hand from your core and brings it to his lips. He licks everything off your fingers, loving the way you look at him with those innocent eyes. His own eyes roam every inch of your body before he kneels back down. He decides not to take your panties off - there's something so sexy to him about keeping them on. He pulls them to the side and replaces your fingers with his own.

You can't help but let out a loud gasp when he pushes two fingers in. They're much bigger and longer than your own, reaching your sweet spot better than you can. He curls them in a 'come hither' motion as he pumps them in and out, making you buck your hips up from the pleasure. Your elbows are about to give out from sitting up for so long. Suddenly, his lips attack your clit and you fall back on the bed, unable to keep yourself up any longer. Your thighs close in response to him licking and sucking your clit.

"Spread your legs baby, I wanna make you feel good." You don't know if you can keep them open, but you try to do what he says. As he continues pleasuring you with his fingers and his sinful tongue, you let out soft moans and whimpers.

"Fuck, Jae you're so good," you say breathlessly. Your hands are gripping the bedsheets so tightly, needing something to hold on to. When he slips a third finger in, you moan even louder, feeling so full.

"Does that feel good?" You can only whimper as a response, too immersed in the pleasure he's giving you to get your words out. He pulls his fingers out and licks long stripes up your core, spreading your juices all over his tongue and chin. He's watching you intently from between your thighs, seeing the way you can't control yourself and noticing how hard you're gripping the sheets. You say something he can't really make out, and he stops his ministrations for a bit, asking you to repeat what you said. He loves how he's only finger fucked you and ate you for a bit, but you're a mess for him already. 

"I want you," you say louder, opening your eyes to look at him. He knows what you mean but he wants you to really beg for it.

"What do you mean baby? What more do you want? You have to tell me." Fuck, how's he gonna call you a tease when he acts like this? He stands up, wiping your wetness from his chin but keeping his fingers on your clit, rubbing in circles. The pleasure on your clit is too much and you let out another loud moan.

"You sound so good moaning for me, I love it." "You're killing me Jae," you cry, so frustrated that he won't get the hint.

You grab his hand, pulling it away from your clit. You move to get on all fours, facing him at the edge of the bed and pulling his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on him and lick every inch of him clean, moaning when you see the way he's looking down at you. You look so sexy and so fucked out when he hasn't even properly fucked you yet.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth and caresses your cheek, thinking of all the ways he wants to ruin you. You nuzzle your cheek into his hand, enjoying the soft touch of his palm. The soft touch doesn't last long before he's gripping your hair again and pulling you up to look at him.

"I wasn't done with you yet. You're so impatient baby girl." You whimper when his grip on your hair tightens, but your pussy clenches, loving the way he's talking to you and being rough with you. You reach for him, palming him through his pants. He's so hard but he's been focusing on pleasuring you, you just want to return the favor.

"But I want to make you feel good too," you bat your lashes at him, unbuttoning his pants slowly. He doesn't stop you, so you keep going, pushing his pants and boxers down, his dick springing forward. He's bigger than you imagined and you lick your lips, ready to take him in your mouth. You grab him from the base, slowly pumping your hand up and down his member. You stick your tongue out for him and slap his dick against your tongue, showing him how needy you are to suck him off, and he can't say no to that. He moans softly when your warm mouth wraps around his tip, sliding down his length until you can't take any more. You can only take half of his dick, so your hand continues to pump and you bob your head up and down, trying to make him feel as good as he did with you.

He's lost in the way your mouth wraps around him, sucking him like no one has ever done before. Your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, leaving a trail of spit is definitely a sight to see and he wishes he could keep this image of you on your knees for him forever. He doesn't want you to stop but he wants to finally be inside you, giving you what you've both been craving for.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep going baby," he throws his head back and closes his eyes, hands gripping your hair harder and guiding you up and down. You pull him out of your mouth with a pop, slapping his dick against your tongue again and looking at him with doe eyes.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" You can't hide the playful tone and excitement in your voice.

Jaehyun loves how eager you are for him, and he wants you just as bad. He pushes you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kisses you. You wiggle your panties off, both of you now naked and turned on beyond belief. He trails more kisses along your chest and breasts, finally taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and plays with both breasts, biting down and making you yelp.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard baby, you won't want me to stop. But I wanna hear you beg for it first." You can't believe he's still teasing you, he's insufferable.

To make it any more obvious you want him, you spread your legs wide, letting him get a good view of your wet core. You touch yourself again, rubbing your clit as he watches you incredulously.

"Fuck me please, Jae? I want you so bad baby," you say in your best sultry voice.

He moans, going crazier for you and enjoying the way you're begging for him. He pushes your legs towards your chest and slides himself along your slit, gathering your juices before he pushes in slowly. You both let out a sigh of pleasure as he continues to ease in.

"Oh fuck, you're so big," you cry out, not used to him being in you yet.

"You're so fucking tight," he moans, holding himself back in case he hurts you. He makes slow, shallow thrusts, trying to take it slow and enjoy the way your core grips him perfectly.

"Harder," you whisper, but he heard it loud and clear. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, pulling out to the tip and pushing back in quickly. His hips snap against your thighs quickly, making you moan loudly, the hard thrusts making you see stars. You bite your lip, trying to quiet yourself before someone hears. But with the way Jaehyun is fucking you, that seems almost impossible to do.

"You like that baby?" he says above you, knowing you absolutely love it. He watches as he moves in and out of your core, slick with your juices and making it easier to slide in and out of you, giving it to you just the way you like it.

He slaps your thigh and you whimper. "I asked you a question."

"Fuck, yes I love it," you moan, feeding his ego and making him fuck you even harder just to hear you cry out for him. He watches you as you squirm underneath him, hips meeting his own thrusts. He leans down and sucks your nipple, biting a little less than gently, shooting even more pleasure through your body. His hands grip the back of your thighs tightly, pushing them towards your chest to keep you wide open for him.

"You're such a little slut for me, aren't you?" He whispers in your ear, your moans sounding like music to him.

Instead of answering his question, you grab one of his hands and place it over your throat, begging him with your eyes. He smirks and gets the hint, gripping your throat to give you the pleasure you wanted. Your hand holds onto his wrist as your mouth falls open and moans pour out, loving the way his hand is pressing against your throat. He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it without thinking, giving him your best bedroom eyes.

"You're driving me crazy, I can't get enough of you."

He pulls out quickly and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He pulls your ass up, making an almost painful arch in your back and you rest on your elbows as he slides back in.

He fucks you relentlessly, making your eyes roll back. The new position has him hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, and you can't stop telling him how good he feels and how you love it when he fucks you. He grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your body up, hips still snapping into you roughly. The grip he has on your waist is sure to leave marks but you're too fucked out to care.

"This pussy was made for me wasn't it? You're taking me so well baby girl," his grip on your hair is painfully delicious, and you turn your head to look at him. He's sweaty, brows furrowed, eyes full of lust as he watches the way your ass bounces with every thrust he makes.

"Anything for you daddy," you say with a playful smile. Something snaps in Jaehyun, and he pushes you back down onto the bed, fucking you even harder than he has been. You didn't think it was possible, but he's proving you wrong. You're on the verge of crying from how hard he's pounding into you, the pleasure getting too much as he brings you close to your high.

"You can take it right? You're my good girl," he leans down, pressing kisses to your back.

"Make me take it," you say without missing a beat. He feels so good in you and you don't want him to stop. He slaps your ass hard, and you're caught off guard, letting out a loud moan. He can tell you like it, so he does it again, even harder this time. That's definitely gonna leave a mark.

"I'm close baby," he moans, feeling the way you tighten around him, signaling that you're close too. He flips you onto your back again, sliding back in and rubbing your clit. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, trying to coax your high out of you. A few seconds later, you feel an intense orgasm rush over you as Jaehyun continues to fuck you. The overstimulation on your clit has you bucking your hips up, unable to take the sensivitity.

"Ah fuck, I'm gonna cum, your pussy feels so good."

"Cum on my face," you tell him, biting your lip at the thought.

"Get on your knees," he demands as he pulls out, waiting for you to sit on your knees at the edge of the bed. He steps down from the bed onto the floor and pumps himself quickly, saving a mental image of you with your tongue out, waiting for his cum like the good girl you are.

He closes his eyes and moans loudly as he reaches his high, his release streaming down your face and some landing in your mouth. He watches as you swallow what you can, in disbelief of how perfect you are.

"You look so pretty with my cum on your face," he says, taking in your fucked out state and that beautiful smile you give him.

As you both clean up and get dressed, you hear a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you in there?" You can tell it's one of your friends and you're dreading what she might say when she sees you in the room with Jaehyun. He gives you a quick smack on your ass before you open the door.

"What were you doing?" She asks, eyeing both of you up and down.

You and Jaehyun look at each other and smile as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Nothing much, just catching up."

[hyenahunt]

Jun Sazanami - 5* Feature Scout: Traversing the Wilds, Towards the Horizon - 1

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Autumn

Characters: Jun, Ibara, Mika, Tomoya

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: (In that case, then when you take me as an individual, as just Jun Sazanami, what kind of idol am I? What do people want from me...?)

[Location: CosPro Office]

Jun: Hey Ibara, good work today. I heard you've got news about my personalised outfit~?

Ibara: That would be correct. I called you here today to discuss this outfit of yours and give you an overview.

Jun: Huh, I thought Anzu-san handled both yours and Ohii-san's personalised outfits...

But since you're the one who hit me up, I'm guessing you're gonna be taking care of things for me as usual?

Ibara: No. I am only in charge of managing Eden's schedule, and simply have yet to negotiate an appropriate meeting time with Anzu-san.

To start things off, I thought I'd let you review the concepts I came up with as a lead-in for our meeting.

Jun: Oh hey, thanks for the thought. Let's see now...

Ugh. The hell's this? It's all white with feathers and frills... Isn't this kinda... fluffy?

Meanwhile this one's got skin showing everywhere through all the rips and tears in it, and it's even covered with chains and skulls?

Ibara: These concepts, you see, are essentially a feminine design based on Eve's image, and one more representative of Lilith.

If they aren't quite to your liking, however, how do you find this one?

Jun: Goddamn! Isn't this literally a Jin Sagami outfit!? No way in hell!

Wait a sec. Ibara, you've just been trolling me this whole time, haven't you~?

Ibara: Ahahaha ☆ You've found me out. Well, all this is just a starting point...

Whether for the briefing session or whether to hear your thoughts, I only thought it'd be best to narrow down your choices a little.

I mean, you don't have much of a personality of your own, do you, Jun? Unless you do have some sort of ideal outfit in mind?

Jun: C'mon, ES just has way too many idols with colourful personalities. As if I'd have any idea for one, though...

Ibara: Well, if you don't have anything in mind, it would be no trouble if you left it to me.

I assure you I'll come up with something guaranteed to be a commercial success... ☆

Jun: ...Nah, I'm good. Hearing that kinda rubs me the wrong way, so I'm gonna try thinking on my own a lil'.

... or well, that's what I told him, but what exactly is Jun Sazanami-core, anyway~?

(When doing activities under a unit's name, like Eden, Eve, and Lilith... you're gonna end up influenced by it in some way.)

(In that case, then when you take me as an individual, as just Jun Sazanami, what kind of idol am I? What do people want from me...?)

('ve never really thought too deeply about it... I just threw myself headlong into my quest to become an idol, and kept going at it even after becoming one.)

I didn't think it'd be something I've still got no answer to, even after coming this far...

Guess maybe this is what Ibara means when he says I've "repressed practically all my individuality aside from my strange level of politeness", huh~?

Tomoya: Um, Sazanami-senpai? Is something on your mind?

Mika: Yeah, you've been mumblin' 'bout somethin' with yer chopsticks in hand for some time now. You've barely touched yer food, Jun-kun...

Jun: Mashiro-kun, Kagehira-san?

Sorry to worry you guys. The thing is, I'm currently racking my brains over my "personalised outfit".

Mika: So ya mean it's yer turn for a personalised outfit, huh? I'm real lookin' forward to how yours'll turn out~

Jun: Haha. I appreciate the sentiment, but it feels like I've already hit a brick wall right off the bat. Embarrassing, I know...

Tomoya: I totally get how stuck you're feeling. I had to think super hard about what kind of outfit would be the most "me".

Mika: Same here. When I was asked what sorta stuff suits me, my head just went plumb empty an' I couldn't think of a thing.

Jun: So you were both stuck on it just like me, huh? I feel a lil' better hearing that, somehow.

Since you guys were in the same boat as me, I wanna ask you something. What kinda image do you have of me?

Tomoya: Your image, huh.... Since you're part of Eden, one of the Big Three, I thought you were kinda scary at first, but...

But you always say hi when we run into each other in the dorms and we starred in Bogie Time together, so now I think of you as a really nice guy, who's kind and polite. ♪

Mika: Nngah~ I'm with Tomoya-kun here. Ya turned out to be real nice once I talked to you, an' now I'm a fan of yers, Jun-kun.

Jun: Haha. So you mean there's a gap between my first impression versus how I actually am—and it's one for the better, huh?

When it comes to my conduct around colleagues, I try to make up for how chaotic Ohii-san is by putting on my best manners...

And since Reimei Academy was a place hell-bent on hierarchy, that part's been completely ingrained in me.

Tomoya: Hell-bent on hierarchy... What was your school life like, Sazanami-senpai?

Jun: Hmm, well, you wouldn't find it all that interesting even if I told you. Up 'til I met Ohii-san, I was pretty much just a face in the crowd. Nothing more than one of many slaves, really.

I sucked at kissing up to those above me, so the Special Students never threw me a bone. I even had to do part-time jobs, y'know?

Mika: Part-time!? Ya mean a guy from Eden had to do part-time work?

Jun: Well, back then, I was a nobody.

Working as a clerk in a convenience store, a civil labourer, a mover-for-hire... I did all sorts of stuff. Brings back memories~

While I was living that life, I told myself that I'd definitely claw my way up. That there'd be no point to my life if I couldn't become an idol...

Would I sound cool if I told you that's the drive that kept me going back then~?

Tomoya: Were you holding on to those feelings the whole time you were in Reimei Academy?

Jun: Ah~... Huh, I wonder?

I'd been drilled in how to become an idol since I was a kid, so maybe school wasn't exactly the starting point...

Mika: Ngah~ But yanno, if you have such strong feelings about it, maybe you could try to work 'em into yer outfit.

Jun: So I should work those strong feelings from my past into my outfit...

(Would expressing that paint an accurate picture of me...?)

Hmm...? Sorry, looks like Ohii-san's calling me.

Hiyori: "Jun-kun, Jun-kun! Where are you right now?"

"I'm in the practice room, just so you know, and I'd like you to hurry over and see me... ♪"

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Everytime - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is based on this request, thank you so much nonnie!! honestly i didn’t know this song before and it’s a bop. it kinda spiralled a little more than the song, but i hope you’ll like it!! also, tysm Ev @evansphnx12​ for helping me with the ending, you’re a sweetheart!! okay, no more rambles, enjoy<3

Summary: you and chris didn’t want the same things, or at least you didn’t think so. it was pointless to pretend like you did, you’d only end up getting hurt; but the second your eyes meet you want nothing except for each other, and god knows that’s a pull you can’t resist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic, alcohol consumption (everyone’s the proper age), a little bit of angst

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"Hello?" you answer the phone curiously. The number isn't one you recognize, not saved on your phone, and you furrow your brows trying to understand who could it be, except maybe a spam call.

"Hey," answers a deep voice from the other side of the phone, "it's Chris, I don't know if you remember, you gave me your number a while ago and-"

"Oh yeah, I remember," you said, "hi!" you smiled even though you know he can't see you. "How are you?"

You both went through the normal pleasantries, but your mind wasn't really in it, running a mile a minute because god, did you remember Chris.

You two met a while back at a bar. You were out with your friends, and you noticed him from the corner of your eye, his friend group smaller than yours but large nonetheless. He was pretty far from where you were seated, but he looked so good you couldn't resist sneaking some more looks at him throughout the night.

Okay, maybe you were staring. Just a little.

And he must've noticed too, because the next time you lifted your eyes he wasn't in his previous seat, and you were about to sigh and assume he went home before you heard a voice greeting you to your right. You jumped a little in surprise before turning your head, only to look up and find his blue eyes staring back into yours, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and shit, he was so handsome it was unfair.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Even his voice was attractive. You contained your scoff of disbelief.

Long story short, one drink turned into a few more, that turned into going back to his house and having what was maybe the absolute best sex of your life, because you were both pretty drunk, but it was definitely up there.

You vaguely remember giving him your number, but you still left early the next morning, because that's what you thought he wanted, thinking the whole number thing was probably more of a courtesy than anything.

Apparently, it wasn't.

"So, I'm gonna be back in town next week," he mentioned casually, "and I was wondering if maybe… you'd wanna meet up? Grab a coffee or something?"

"Sure," you said, your brain catching up with your mouth a short moment afterward, and shit, why did you just say that? Doesn't that make you seem desperate? And besides, wasn't the whole thing supposed to be a one-night type of deal?

This was a bad idea. You knew that, but there was a small part of you that didn't care; small but definitely not insignificant.

"Great!" he chuckled on the other side of the phone. "So I'll text you sometime?"

"Yeah," you said, ending the call on an agreement to meet up Friday when he'd be in town.

So, in five days. That's enough time for your heart to stop pounding this loudly in your chest and the butterflies to stop fluttering around in your stomach, right?

Shit.

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You kept busy the entire week, not giving yourself enough to mull over the plans you had, until it was finally Friday morning, and you woke up to a text from Chris, asking if you were still on for tonight and if you wanted him to come pick him up.

You thanked him and took him up on his offer, before plopping back first onto your bed. You put it off far enough, but now you could feel yourself inevitably freaking out.

The thing was, you really didn't know what to expect, the uncertainty that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for a week now finally taking the spotlight. You thought you'd never see him again, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Well, you'd see soon enough, you gathered, as you distracted yourself for another few hours until it was time to get ready. Chris didn't exactly tell you where you were going, but you two had mentioned a coffee, and even if it wasn't that, you imagined he wouldn't take you anywhere too fancy, so you put on something casual elegant.

I'm sorry, that last bit was kind of misleading, wasn't it? Really, you thought about what to wear for a good 30 minutes, decided on casual elegant and then took another good hour to pull out an obscene amount of clothes from your closet, proceeding to try on different outfits until you finally settled on one.

The advantage of your indecision was that it was very time consuming, leaving you very little time to get everything else you needed in order, thus less time to spiral.

When Chris texted you to come outside, all you could do was take a deep breath and go. After you greeted each other, the music filled the silence between you, not uncomfortably. Without noticing, you started humming the song beneath your breath, and before long you were both singing along, and you could feel the tension seeping out of your shoulders. Once the song ended, you took a deep breath and looked over to see Chris already looking at you. You smiled at him, and he returned it.

"Chris, I gotta, um," you swallowed, "ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I'm just… is this a date? Not that I'm trying to, I don’t know… look, I just want us to be on the same page, I guess, it doesn't have to be a date, I was just, like, wondering."

Real smooth.

"It's fine," Chris chuckled a little, and you kept your eyes trained on the dash before you so you wouldn't have to meet his. "I guess… I don't really know either? We could just… see how it goes?"

"Yeah, alright," you smiled a little, "sounds great. Speaking of going, where are you taking me? Cause, you know, if you're a serial killer that's taking me out in the woods to kill me, I'd rather know now than later."

"I'm not a serial killer, and it's a surprise," he grinned.

"That's exactly what a serial killer would say," you said, playfully narrowing your eyes at him.

He let out a laugh. "Okay, okay, it's a club not far from here. It's a new one, I haven't been there myself yet, so I’d figured we'd check it out?"

"Sure," you grinned at him. The rest of the short drive went by in a flash, and when you got there, Chris darted out of the car to open your door for you.

"Thank you," you giggled.

"After you," he gestured, and you led your way into the club.

Inside, you took in the atmosphere, which was pretty relaxed since it was still early. You and Chris ate a little, engaging in conversation, and before long your drinks arrived. You were about to bring yours to your lips when Chris reached out and stopped you. You looked at him quizzically.

"We have to toast first," he shrugged with a smirk.

"Okay. So, what are we toasting for?"

"To new beginnings," he raised his glass in suggestion.

"To new beginnings," you repeated softly, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip from your drink.

When things picked up a little, you both got to the dance floor. In no time you found your rhythm, dancing together as if it wasn't the first time. The songs were jumpy, upbeat, and you found yourself beaming when Chris spun you around before pulling you back in.

You danced like that for a while, before you both got thirsty, heading to the bar for another drink.

"You wanna get outta here soon?" he asked, raising his voice to make sure you heard him over the loud music.

"Let's go," you said, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to the exit. You heard his laugh behind you, and you smiled.

"Sorry," you said once you were outside, "the music was getting a little too loud for me," you shrugged.

"Yeah, it kinda was," he agreed with a soft smile. "So, where to next?"

You checked the time on your phone. "I mean, we could go back to my place if you want a coffee, since I doubt anywhere else is open right now."

"Great!" he smiled, and then his eyebrows furrowed a little, "But I guess neither of us should drive, right? I mean, I probably could, I just…"

"Yeah, you're right," you nodded.

"My place is closer to here, actually," he said, "If you want, we could walk there?"

"Alright," you smiled.

You two started walking side by side, silently at first. "What about your car?" you asked.

"I'll come by and get it tomorrow," he shrugged. "I need to get gas anyway. I'm driving upstate again in a couple of days."

"Can't you fly?"

"Not since the last time I checked, when I was four and nearly broke my arm jumping from a tree," he smiled teasingly.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes, a smile spreading on your face despite your efforts to stop it. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier if you took a plane instead of driving?"

"Maybe, but I don't like flying that much. It's exhausting."

You simply hummed in reply.

Before long, you were at Chris' house. Again, your mind unhelpfully supplied, vividly reminding you of the last time you were here, which was-

"So, do you want that coffee?" Chris asked when he showed you in, thankfully breaking your train of thought before you could get too zoned out.

"Um yeah, that sounds wonderful," you smiled at him. As you waited on his couch while he went to get the coffee, your eyes wandered around the large room. You didn't really get much of a look at his house before since you were… occupied with other things, but it was really nice, modestly decorated.

As you were looking around, you heard a soft patter of footsteps come up behind you, and you turned around to see Chris concentrating on the two mugs in his hand, trying not to spill anything, his tongue darting out in concentration a little. It made you giggle a little, making him look up at the sudden sound.

"What?" he asked, putting the mugs down carefully.

"Nothing," you smiled.

He eyed you suspiciously before apparently deciding to drop it, since all he did was sit down and pat the space next to him for you to sit in.

You two decided to watch a movie, but honestly, to each of you the other one was way more interesting than the movie.

Your second night with Chris ended up pretty much the same as the first one, with amazing sex and a good night's sleep. And then, slipping away the next morning.

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"I just, ugh," you plopped back down on your bed, talking to your friend on the phone, "I don't know."

"Listen, it's only been a few days, and he told you he was going away, I'm sure he'll talk to you soon. Or not," your friend said from the other side of the phone.

"That's comforting," you snorted, flipping onto your stomach.

"Hey, you said it yourself, right? You don't know what you two are. If it was just a hookup, he probably won't call." You opened your mouth to reply, but as if she could sense it, your friend continued before you could. "I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. You don't deserve to get your heart broken."

"I know," you sighed. "Thank you," you said sincerely, "talk to you later."

In the months that followed you saw Chris a few more times, each of them ending in pretty much the same way. Some were at your house, and he was gone in the morning, which in a way confirmed you were… what, friends with benefits? In a casual relationship?

You knew you shouldn't obsess about putting a label to it, because it doesn't really matter, except it did matter to you and you'd really like to know.

But you never brought it up. You liked what you had. It was fun. Really fun.

And every time you would be with him, most of your logical thinking skills would fly out of the window, so there's that. You liked to rationalize you didn't bring it up because you were consciously deciding not to jeopardize what you have, but really, it just doesn't cross your mind when you're with him.

It's weird, because when you're with him, you're incredibly calm, happy really, but when you're not, he makes you so nervous you feel like running to get the fidgety energy out. And running sucks.

Now, you were sitting at your friend's kitchen table as she made herself a coffee.

"Hey," your friend said, her voice laced with strictness and affection, "are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," you nodded, shaking yourself from your reverie.

"Really? Or are you thinking about Chris again?"

"What? No, I was just thinking about-" you started denying it, before your friend simply arched her brow at you, making you sigh. "-Chris. God, am I really that obvious?"

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly before sipping her coffee.

"Sorry," you offered half-heartedly, "I know I'm being annoying, I just… I like him. And I don't know what we are and it's driving me up the wall."

"Hold on, did you just say you liked him?" she looked at you incredulously.

"Yes," you said, although it came out more as a question than a statement.

"Oh honey," she said, sitting down in the chair next to you.

"I know, I know," you sighed looking at the table instead of her, "I shouldn't. But I do," you looked up at her. "That's why I'm… scared," the admission fell past your lips, the last word merely a whisper.

Your friend wrapped her arm around you in comfort, knowing you still needed to talk about it.

"If I just knew what he wanted, this would all be easier, because then I could keep the same mindset. But I don't wanna be annoying and end up embarrassing myself."

"You know what I think about this. You don't deserve to get hurt," she replied, squeezing your shoulders.

"I know, I just really don't know what to do," you sighed.

"If I were you," she started, "I'd tell him I'm seeing someone else."

"What?" you frowned.

"Just my take on it. What's the worst thing that could happen? It's not like you can't break up if you're not together," she shrugged.

"Okay, I get it," you scoffed. "No need to rub it in."

Despite your cynicism, you couldn't help thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Also, it was kind of the only idea you had, so either that or leave things as they were. Not that you were really complaining, I mean, things were wonderful as they are, but the uncertainty was becoming unbearable.

Maybe confronting him about it will be good, whispers a voice of hope in your head.

Yeah, you thought, or maybe it'll bite me in the ass. And not in a fun way.

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The next time Chris was in town, he called you on a Friday morning.

"Hey!" he said, and even across the phone you could hear he was excited. It made your heart swell with fondness, a feeling you quickly shook off because, well, you weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, so the only feeling you should have is like, attraction. Right?

"Hey," you said, your voice soft.

"So, I'm in town this weekend, and I was thinking, do you wanna do something?"

"I guess," you said, a smile sneaking onto your face, "What'd you have in mind?"

"You'll see," he said, and you could practically hear his smirk, "Just bring an overnight bag."

An overnight b-

"Yeah, sure," you said, your mouth speaking before your brain caught up, and shit, that seems to happen entirely too often when you were talking to him.

"Great! So I'll see you tonight?"

"See you," you agreed, ending the call, not before he told you he'd pick you up at seven.

Well, now all you had to do was pack an overnight bag for somewhere without knowing where, which was just… splendid.

Stifling your groan of frustration, you got up to do just that.

Just like always, when Chris came to pick you up and you got into his car, a smile came onto your face, your previous frustration now replaced with near-giddiness. Focus, you told yourself, you should be telling him you're seeing someone else.

But you didn't, not yet obviously, since you just got into his car. That'd be an extremely weird way to start a conversation.

"Hi," you greeted instead, smiling at him.

"Hey," he grinned, barely waiting for you to get your seatbelt on before he started driving.

"So, where are we going that's got you so excited, you're willing to risk getting into a car accident?" you chuckled.

"It's a surprise, and I'm not risking anything," he rolled his eyes.

"Sure you aren't, mad max," you quipped, making him laugh. "And last time I checked, there's nowhere called 'a surprise'."

He chuckled. "C'mon, you'll see for yourself, we're almost there."

And indeed, a few minutes later he was slowing down and turning to a road that led into a forest.

"Okay, seriously Chris, where are we going?"

"Relax, we're not lost. I know exactly where we are."

"I was thinking more along the lines of 'huh, maybe you are a serial killer after all', but yeah, that's reassuring," you raised your brows at him.

"If I were a serial killer I would've killed you already," he rolled his eyes at your antics.

"That's exactly-"

"What a serial killer would say," he completed your sentence, huffing out a laugh, "I figured."

You giggled at that, relaxing into your seat. You weren't actually worried, but it was nice to know you haven’t been fucking a serial killer for the last few months.

Sooner rather than later Chris parked the car, meaning you arrived, but you didn't really see where exactly you are until you got out. Then, you saw a small clearing in the woods, with what seemed like the remains of a fire in the middle of it.

"Okay, so we ruled out the serial killer option," you called out to Chris, who was busy opening the trunk of the car, "The way I see it you're either gonna sacrifice me in a weird satanic ritual or this is a camping site."

"Well, I considered the first one but it just seemed like a lot of effort," he teased, "Yeah, this is a camping site."

"Awesome," you chuckled, getting your bag. "Do you need help with anything or…"

"Oh, no, just wait a second and I'll get it all out," he said, already lifting his bag out and what seemed like the bag of a tent.

You did as he said and waited by the remains of the campfire. And you know, maybe also ogling him a bit as he carried the bags over.

"So," he started when he put the bags down, "I think we should put up the camp first, before the sun completely sets and then we won't be able to see what we're doing."

"Sounds like a good idea," you smiled.

You two started putting up the tent, a task that was harder than you realized, the flexible poles getting disconnected while you were moving them through the fabric and poking you in the stomach one unfortunate time.

By the time the sun was setting, you were getting pretty sulky, and it didn't escape Chris' attention. "C'mon, now's the most satisfying part," he smiled.

Starting to put up the poles, the tent turned from a pile of fabric and plastic to a tall tent in a matter of minutes.

"Okay, this is the most satisfying part," you laughed a little when you saw the results of your handiwork.

While Chris was setting up the fire, you were rummaging through the food he brought, because you were getting snacky. Just when you found the marshmallows, Chris asked, "So when's the last time you built a tent? Besides right now, I mean."

"Ummm… I don't know. Probably when I was really little," you shrugged.

"I come out here pretty often when I can," he said, "It's nice". You turned to look at him, but he was still messing around with the wood.

"What've you been up to lately then?" he smiled when he was finally done lighting the fire, turning his gaze up to look at you.

Well, it's now or never.

"There's this guy that offered me to hang out sometime," you said as casually as you could, "Mike."

Mike? Really? That's the name you came up with?

You thought you saw Chris' jaw clench, but maybe it was just the lack of light playing tricks on you. When he said nothing you continued. "He's nice."

It was like his whole demeanor had changed in the span of seconds, from smiling and relaxed his muscles tensed, and his jaw was definitely clenched.

"Okay," was the only thing he said after a few moments.

The only thing disturbing the silence were the sounds of nature and the crackling fire. You had a beer with him, and still, silence.

"Is everything okay?" you asked. He just hummed in response, his mind clearly somewhere else.

"Earth to Chris?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"I'm here," he chuckled. "So anyways, did you?"

"What?"

"Did you hang out with Mike?"

"Oh, that," you said, "would it have mattered if I did?" you took a swig of your beer.

"Yes," he said lowly.

"Yes?" you turned to look at him so quickly your neck nearly snapped. He was still looking ahead into the fire.

"I mean," he turned his eyes to you, "What about us?"

"Oh, suddenly now we're an 'us'?" you rolled your eyes, "that's wonderful, Chris. Really, it is. You’re barely here, and when you are, we fuck and you leave, and now this? Maybe I should hang out with Mike," you mumbled the last part.

"If that's how you feel," he said.

You were both quiet for the rest of the night, going to sleep in separate sleeping bags. It was cold, and all you wanted to do was crawl into Chris' bag with him to steal some warmth, but your pride wouldn't let you.

In the morning, you woke up to find the tent empty. You rubbed your eyes and went outside, squinting against the morning sun.

"Good morning," Chris greeted quietly. He was sitting next to where the fire was last night, now obviously reduced to lumps of coal, and if that didn't perfectly represent your mood, you didn't know what did.

"Morning," you replied curtly.

"You know, about yesterday, I-"

"No, I don't know," you burst out. "Or at least I didn’t know, and it drove me crazy, thinking about what the hell I was to you, what we… are we even a 'we'?" you shrugged helplessly. "But I guess now I know, so thanks for that one."

"I'm sorry," he said, coming closer to you.

"Yeah, whate-"

"I'm sorry you felt that way. I shouldn’t have left things so up in the air. I should've told you how much I liked you from the start, instead of doing… whatever it is we've been doing. I'm sorry you felt like I didn't want you, because I do," his eyes pierced into yours. "I'm sorry I didn't say that sooner."

"I- you like me?" you asked, eyes going wide.

"I do," he smiled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry I was being a bitch earlier," you mumbled.

"It's okay, it’s re-"

"Do you accept my apology?" you cut him off with a smile.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great."

You walked the last few steps between you, closing the distance and planting your lips on his.

Every other time you kissed Chris, there was a rush to it, an aroused urgency, the knowledge of what it would lead to. But now there was the sweet promise of something more. You didn't know exactly what that was, but it made your heart hum in joy and your belly do somersaults.

Later, you found out the promise was happiness.

You felt it when you finally went on your first official "date date" with Chris. You felt it when he kissed you goodnight and good morning and everything in between. You even felt it when he found out Mike wasn't real and he laughed, and honestly you laughed too, because it was pretty funny.

Really, you felt it every time you were with Chris. Which was convenient, since, as he told you on several occasions, he wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon.

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