#tbh I might’ve dragged this on a little too much

[myouicieloz]

What Friends do

Kim Minjeong x 5thmember!reader

Synopsis: winter finds out that you and giselle have been fucking. as you grow tired of her subtle glares and questions, you ask her if she wants to try it, too. She’s hesitant about it, at first, but soon confesses that she’d love to try being edged in public, and naturally, you’re more than happy to help her with that.

Warnings: sub!winter x dom!reader. public edging + cumming. vibrators. lots of plot w a little bit of smut, I guess :) I hope this is ok ˆˆ I tried my best.

Word count: 5k

Notes: I j kept writing and suddely it was 5k long lol. honestly, I think +3k words (personally speaking) might be too much… the words start to lose their meanings and my writing kind of slacks off, yk? So it’ll try to tone it down, for any future works. that’s my opinion, tbh. what do you think?

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

-

“Are you and Aeri unnie a thing?” Winter asks, ever so casually. Her eyes are still glued on her phone; playing sudoku, most likely.

Her words make you choke on your milkshake, coughing violently. “What? No. of course not,” You add, curiously, “What makes you think that?”

“She checks you out all the time.” Your bandmate shrugs, tone indifferent as if she were talking about the weather. “And it’s not like you’re exactly subtle, either. You’d think her face is in her tits, with how much you ogle them.”

You frown, playing with your drink’s straw. Your encounters with Aeri were happening with some sort of frequency now, although it was rather natural— you were both needy and the sex was good and easy, so it was truly a win-win situation. However, you’ve never stopped to think about the way you acted in public. Now that you did, you could observe the truth behind Winter’s comments: you’d gotten closer to her over the past few weeks. Giselle wasn’t a naturally over affective person, but she’d often be found tugging your shirt or brushing your hips, dragging you to be closer to her whenever you wandered too far.

You gulp, reminding yourself to talk to her about it, later.

“…because if you are, then it’s ok, too.” You’ve missed most of Winter’s discourse, lost in thoughts, one she’s deeply immersed into. The older girl’s voice hushes in a low, hesitant tone, the usual confidence she’d try so hard to bring on stage all gone now. “I just wish any of you told us. I-I thought we were friends! I tell you everything. It’s not fair.”

Winter’s short, auburn hair moves with the wind’s breeze, enticing her delicate appearance. She crosses her arms, rolling her eyes once she realizes you were too distracted to pay attention to her words and give her a proper answer.

She already knows about it, somehow. And she’s hurt you haven’t told her. You realize. She’s a smart, attentive girl, of course; probably figured it out all by herself.

“Sorry, I dozed out.” You shrug as she remains silent, not backing down from getting her answer—yet not amused, either. It wasn’t uncommon for you to unintentionally drift apart during a conversation, with your unnies having to explain stuff to you two, sometimes three times, before you finally managed to maintain your focus for long enough to understand. “Ok, ok. We might’ve fucked a few times…”

Minjeong smirks; she loves to be right about things. Clapping her hands, she lets out little giggles, “I knew it! Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n? We’re literally best friends!”

She was right; Winter was the one you were closest with, out of all the girls, even though none of you knew exactly why. Your personalities were rather different. However, you’d often be found talking for hours and hours over the craziest topics with insane enthusiasm. You tell her everything, and she was great at giving you advice and putting you back to your senses. She never complained, not even when your banter was too frequent or too whiny for the other members to endure.

“I’m sorry,” You apologize, sincerely. You really should’ve told her: it was nothing serious, and there was no reason in hiding it. “It just didn’t even go through my mind. It was so natural how it happened the first time—and the others… I didn’t think it would even matter.” You poke her nose, noticing the way Winter’s pout turns into a small smile. You knew she wasn’t truly upset— she simply just longs to be a part of your life. “What do you want to know, though? C’mon, I’ll tell you everything.”

Your suggestive tone is the reason Winter’s face turns as red as a tomato, sipping on her Coke Zero avidly to avoid your suggestive answer.

She does smack you when your loud laugh starts attracting them attention, though.

-

“Aeri is going out.” Winter announces, taking your AirPods off without your consent, so you’d fully focus on her.

You glance at Aeri, who’s caught up rearranging a bunch of stuff in one of her small Prada purses. Your bandmate is wearing a beautiful leopard dress with scandalous black heels, pin-straight hair falling neatly to her waist and red tint kissing her lips. She looks flawless, much different from you— too cozy in your big pajamas and disheveled hair.

“I have eyes, you know.” You mumble, but smile at the sight of the Uchinaga, dropping your nintendo on the couch and whistling to get her attention. “You look so hot, Aeri unnie! Have fun!” Aeri smiles and gives you and Winter a kiss before running towards the door.

“I will, thanks Y/nn-ie! Don’t wait up for me!” She screams as she locks the door, leaving the room silent. The only apparent tension is Winter, who stares at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is wrong with you, unnie?” You scoff, annoyed as you return to your game. Mario’s red cap and silhouette can be seen through the screen in your hands, and Winter shifts on the couch, hugging her knees as she keeps on staring at you.

“Aeri is going out. Somi-sunbaenim will be there, too.” She repeats herself, making you even more confused. Seeing your frown and how her words weren’t enough to have you interested in paying her attention, Winter grabs the device, shutting it down.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You try to take it from her hands, only for her to tighten her grip.

The auburn haired girl has, unlike you, a significant amount of strength.

“Yn, focus! Aeri is going out and Somi will be there!” Her voice is outraged, not able to understand how you were so chill about this.

“So?” You are still frowning as you try to get your nintendo back, clearly not bothered. “Somi’s fucking hot, Winter. I hope Aeri fucks her. Again, I mean. You know…”

Winter’s mouth opens to a big O, surprised by your answer. You take advantage of that moment to grab your nintendo back, although she’d managed to get your sole focus. You cock your head to the sides, engines running with the earn of being able to understand what went through her mind.

“Aren’t you jealous? Or insecure?” Winter asks, frowning.

“What? No. Why would I be?” seeing her equally confused expression, you sigh, sitting properly. “Winter, we fuck, that’s literally it. Aeri and I are friends, and will only be friends. It’s just sex, really.”

It was clear that the older girl still didn’t understand your dynamics, but she bit her tongue, not wanting to be a bitch about it.

“Ok.” She nodded, messing her hair, “I just don’t really get it, I think.”

“There’s no jealousy between us, Minjeongie.” You tell her, hoping to clarify things. “Because there’s not a relationship, get it? And there won’t be one. We are friends, and bandmates, and we like to have fun, sometimes. Nothing else.”

She stands up, still looking at you as if you were an alien.

“Ok.” Your bandmate sighs, clearly disapproving your whole dynamics. “I’ll go to my room.”

“Huh, ok.”

You stare at Winter’s back while she leaves the living room, without waiting for an answer.

-

The two of you are splashed on your bedroom’s massive rug when she mentions it again.

“So… it all started with that?” Winter asks, looking at the vibrator displayed on your desk. You grit your teeth, realizing you’d simply thrown it in the first place you saw, after cleaning it. You had found the toy when doing your laundry, and decided it wouldn’t hurt to keep it extra clean, even if it had been ages since you’ve last used it.

After the day Giselle went to the party, you started noticing how curious Winter had gotten about your relationship— or lack thereof. She’d send you subtle glances whenever the five of you were hanging out, and her questions were soon becoming more and more obvious. It was fairly noticeable, how intrigued and interested the whole thing had gotten her.

With that, Winter started seeking for details of how you and Giselle fucked for the first time, which led you to the current situation: the green vibrator displayed in your hands, teasing your friend as you playfully jiggle it onto her face. You try to hand it to her so she’ll touch it, but she retreats instead, face all red from embarrassment.

“Pretty much, yeah.” You smirk, eyeing her just as curiously, “Why are you suddenly so interested, though? Would you like to try it?”

“What, no! Ew.” Her eyes go wide at your suggestion, and Winter shakes her head vigorously. You laugh at how she looks like she’s about to combust; she’s always been so composed, and so… chaste, whenever one of you mentioned anything about sex. It’s endearing, even.

You had thought, initially, that she was simply a private person— which was more than ok, of course. However, her current reactions led you to wonder if her reactions weren’t from lack of experience, too.

“Ok, then.” You tuck your vibrator back in the drawers and brush the subject off, immediately sensing how her muscles relax, and her face changes into a mix of easy features. The last thing you’d want is to make her uncomfortable, so the change is much appreciated.

You do notice how Winter keeps biting her lip, though. And the way her eyes flicker to your drawers, before focusing back on your face. You bite your cheek, too, to prevent a big smile from covering your face. She’ll come around, just like you did. Patience was a virtue, and you would happily wait for your friend to grow confident enough to come out of her shell and take whatever she wanted to.

-

“I changed my mind.” Winter announces, staring down at you with assertiveness. You snort, pouting.

“Yeah, that’s too bad. You gave me that fucking top, there’s no way you’re getting it back.”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, annoyed. “I mean, about that other thing.”

The five of you have just finished performing at Music Bank, and you’re currently trying very hard to sit still, so the makeup artist can work on getting all the foundation out of your face. As a result, you’re unable to turn and take a proper look at your bandmate, whose voice is so quiet you barely hear her correctly.

“You mean dinner? Because we still have to cook, even though it sucks, I know. It’s our day, there’s no escape.” You frown. Winter rubs her arms nervously, eyes staring everywhere but at your face.

“No!” She’s exasperated, and impatient to know you’re not playing with her: you simply don’t understand what she’s implying. Which means she’ll have to be direct about it, nearly begging. And that’s the last thing Winter wants to do. “I want to… try what you’ve suggested, the other day. With the, ahn sex thing.”

You try your best to not make your eyes grow wide, swallowing deep to keep focus. “Ok. Do you want to do it when we get back home?”

Winter hesitates. Her hands trace patterns on the beige vanity, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to do it at home, either.” She seems to ponder, before adding. “But I do want to do it. Badly”.

“Ok.” You nod, smiling at her to make sure she’s comfortable and completely reassured. “We can just go with it whenever you’re comfortable, then. There’s no need to hurry.”

Winter smiles back at you, before being dragged by Ningning to film that new tiktok challenge the maknae’s been so eager to shoot. You don’t mind, though. In, fact, you thrive on watching them being the silliest, carefree versions of themselves they can, while on camera. It pleases you to know they can show such part of themselves to your fans without being scrutinized or criticized.

-

The five of you are at the mall, enjoying your day off together as if you’ve never been separated in your entire lives. You’re laying in one of the waiting room’s cushions, waiting for Karina and Ningning to be done with trying on the whole store’s winter collection. Giselle’s hands are full, too, and her critical eyes examine every piece before choosing for herself. Her expressive faces leave you curious, eager to you know what thoughts go through her mind. In fact, you get so invested in trying to guess the girl’s internal monologue, you barely notice Winter’s frame standing beside you.

You haven’t touched her at all, not ever since she’s confessed to you about her urges. You know Winter must be fuming, whimpering with need and the desire to be relived, or simply touched, in any ways you’d like. Your intention was to leave the idea of being pleasured linger on your bandmate’s mind. The flashes going through her brain for weeks until she was nothing but pliable and ready for your commands, searching restlessly for an orgasm that she’d have to work really hard for.

It was the sweetest part, out of all of it. Being able to see Winter jump slightly whenever your fingers brush her skin, like a lost, fragile bunny. You adore it.

“Y/n.” She whines, and you can hear the neediness in her voice, no matter how much she tries to hide it. “I don’t want to wait, anymore. I want it now.”

You roll her eyes at her demands, even though you’ve already decided you’ve had enough playing, too.

“I do have something for you, Winter.” You tell her, reaching your arms out. Once she gets to you, you kiss her hands, ever so gently. “Something to make you feel better. To kill the urges that have been going on your body for weeks, now. Would you like it?”

Her voice falters. “I thought you had forgotten about t-that.”

“Oh, I could never.” You think your smirk will surpass your face, with how much you’re smiling. Ever since she’d pleaded for you to touch her, your mind has been plagued by the numerous ways you’d take her, ruining her pretty little body until she was passed out, drunk on her orgasms. “Shall we, then?”

Truth be told, the anticipation you’ve built was starting to get to you as much as it riled Winter up.

She was confused to be guided to the restroom stalls rather to the car. Were you not taking her home? How else would you get a taste of her, like you promised, then?

Her thoughts, however, dissipated once you started to unbutton her jeans, letting the loose piece fall through her knees.

“W-What are you doing?” She paled, trying to reach for them back. Her back hit the wall, and she was once again reminded of how petite she truly was, cornered by your frame. She tried her best to nudge you, hoping to get you off her. Your feet, however, were stamped onto the ground, and the grip you had on her hips was a tad too strong. She gulped, realizing you’ve allowed her to overpower you every time you played games or competed for something. “Someone might c-come in, Y/n. Please…”

It aroused you to have her begging so quickly. You’d barely touched her, yet there she was: with her mouth half open and her fingers poking, scratching your neck. You smiled.

“They can.” You confirmed, seeing her gulp. “We better not take long, then. Right? We wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this. You look so pretty, though. I wish you could see yourself, right now.”

Your words were nothing but true. She looks so adorable, it leaves you aching. Your hands twitch, tense with how much you’ve envisioned groping her tiny body and sticking your fingers up in her cunt until she was screaming loud enough for everyone in that store to know what you were up to.

You’d wait for her to come around and be confident, though, just like Giselle did to you. Besides, the anticipation was part of the fun.

She hums, already feeling herself become lightheaded by your praises. Soon enough, Winter finds herself getting distracted by your sweetness, and it’s not long until she’s completely relaxed under you. In fact, she’s so engrossed by your frame, she barely registers your hand. It trails lower, and your fingers brush her clit through her small panties.

Winter drops her head, even though she’s no longer worried, and looks up to meet your eyes.

“I did say you were going to get what you’ve been asking for, didn’t I, dearest?” You explain, focused on her big orbs. Winter’s eyes observe your every move, attentive. “And you’ve been doing so good with the shows and rehearsals… You deserve a treat, naturally.”

You allow your hand to cub her sex, slowly caressing it as you feel her shiver under you. With gentle manners, you insert two of your fingers into her cunt, smirking to find her already dripping wet. She moans so loud you start placing small, wet kisses down her neck, to gather her focus back to you and not to the deep, unhurried pleasure your fingers provide her, now pulling in an out in a slow rhythm.

Taking all of her in, you add, “Do you like this, Minjeongie? The thrill of knowing someone might walk in and know how dirty you are, spreading yourself for me with such ease?” You smirk, not resisting on rubbing her clit for a few seconds, before your fingers find the place they were meant to wander for so long. “God, your cute little cunt is so wet already.”

You let out a little laugh, reminding of yourself of your intentions as you retrieve your fingers from her pussy, making her lick them clean. She does so, like a good, obedient girl.

“You always excel in everything, unnie. Such a good job you’re doing.” You praise the girl locked in your arms, immediately shutting down her needy whines and complaints.

“Please don’t stop…” Whatever words Winter’s had in mind die the moment she spots a small toy in your hands. You flicker it between your fingers, allowing her to process what you intended to do. “It this—“

“What you’ve told me about? Yes, it is.” You smile, making a show of sucking and getting the vibrator wet for her yourself. This time, it’s her turn to have a darkened gaze, one filled with hunger. Her attention is all on you: on your next movements, on your body. You adore it. “I even got it in purple, just like you had told me. It’s so pretty, Winter. A pretty little toy for a pretty girl, begging to be ruined.” You murmur, getting to your knees and facing her pussy. Your gaze never leaves hers, careful to not miss a single breath of hers.

Winter is truly a sight, and you want to make sure you’d remember all of her sensitive, fast responses.

In fact, you were actually very surprised when Winter went to your room in the middle of the night, confessing about her few, failed sexual experiences and what she’d like to try, someday. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sex with your bandmates, although Winter never spoke about herself to you— at least, not directly. However, the two of you were already used to talking about numerous topics, and the conversation went by easily enough. You were pretty surprised to hear her confess, with a quiet tone, about how much the thought of herself being tossed around like a doll aroused her. How she sometimes fantasized about doing things in public, yet hidden enough so people wouldn’t be completely sure about her actions. It pleased her, knowing she’d be clouding their minds, leaving them wondering without a proper answer. Though they’d have their doubts, no one would have a clue about it: that was what aroused her the most.

Of course, you were more than eager to make her wishes come true, and the current time seemed like the perfect one to do just that.

Winter’s pretty cunt’s all on display for you, and you can’t help but to get a taste of her. So, of course, you do so: parting her folds, you give her clit a brief, sloppy kiss. You feel your friend’s delicate fingers forging a firm hold onto your hair, and Winter tries her best to not make any noises. It’s the same as nothing, though.

She is, just as you had imagined it, too sensitive.

“No! Y/n, don’t tease…” She huffs, frustrated. As the toy slips inside, she can’t help but to let out a high-pitched scream—one that’s muffled by her own hands, who run towards her mouth in hopes to keep herself quiet. Her shoulders shake due to her laughs, then, as she fails terribly.

Seeing her so carefree is more than enough to have you giggling, too. You mess her hair, pinching her cheeks.

“Behave, ok? If you’re good enough ‘till the end of the day, I might reward you when we get home.” You promise Winter as you get up, zipping her pants back to place adn kissing her cheek.

The look she gives you assures you she’ll be anything but.

-

“Are you okay, Minjeongie? Your face is all flushed.” Karina asks the red-haired girl, as the oldest sits beside you at the restaurant.

The three of you nod, and Ningning is quick to put her palm over Winter’s forehead.

“You’re hot, too. And all sweaty. Were you this sick earlier in the afternoon?” She asks, with a worried tone. Winter takes a sip of her water, hoping to collect herself before answering her bandmates, but nearly drowns herself in it once you increase the intensity of the vibrations. They echo into her cunt, making it impossible for her to answer anything straight.

She was so stupid, thinking it was an easy task: walk around with the girls as they tried some clothes on, then attend dinner, and soon to go back to their dorms, where she’d get her reward for being a good girl and finally get properly fucked, like she had silently begged you for so long. No, she was a smart, attentive girl. How could she not have predicted that stupid toy would send such hums deep into her walls? It was difficult to stay still, and nearly impossible to focus or to keep her mouth shut. In fact, she feared deeply she’d just end up moaning loudly if she even tried to speak anything.

Luckily for her, you decide to give her a few moments of peace. As soon as the settings were back to its lowest, she takes another long gulp, with deep breaths, too.

“I’m all good, really. Just tired from walking around so much.” It’s all she manages to say, avoiding Ningning’s lingering touches.

“We should get you to the doctor, perhaps.” Giselle suggests. Her eyes, however, are not focused on Winter. Her attention is all on you, instead. Her gaze is so strong you turn your head away, looking everywhere but to your best friend.

“No! No, there’s no need for that.” Winter gesticulates, nodding and moving her upper body as much as she’s able to without getting the toy to budge. She tries her best to prove to her friends she was indeed ok. “Really, I’m sure it’ll pass once the food c-comes fuck.” Winter stands up abruptly, leaning on her arms to lift herself up as her legs felt like pure jelly. “Nervermind. I j-just have to use the restroom real quick. If you’ll excuse me.”

So, Winter leaves, without waiting for an answer. Almost instantly, you get up too, setting your napkin aside in a calming motion.

“I’ll go help her, girls. Don’t worry.” They all nod, their features completely diverting from one another; while Karina is frowning, Ning keeps alternating her looks into you and the hallway Winter has just disappeared into, torn between letting you handle the situation or stepping up and helping her unnie herself, and Giselle… Giselle has a blank expression, the engines running inside her mind.

Her long nails tap the wooden table in a steady rhythm, staring at your back as you leave them be, walking into the restroom to meet your bandmate. You make sure to lock the door once you get inside, too.

The room is exquisite, a perfect portrait of the whole establishment; embroiled with white and red, the adornments are carefully thought to have the room give off a harmonious, eloquent vibe. You don’t pay much attention to it, though. Instead, your gaze is focused on the girl in front of you, the one who’s gripping the sink with too much strength.

“Are you unwell, unnie? How can I help you?” You ask her, playfully.

Winter stares at you thought the mirror, as you approach her. Her teeth are clenched, her clothes are nibbled and her looks hold fire in them. You’re certain she could kill someone with such thing as a stare if she wanted to.

She opens her mouth, ready to throw a world of curses at you, but stops herself once you motion to your phone, now placing her vibrator at a particularly high setting.

“I’d keep some of those pretty thoughts of yours inside your head, if you’d like to cum just now.”

She’s smart, insufferably so, and you get the proof of it as soon as your words leave your mouth. Quickly, Winter’s defiant stare is gone, and she’s all pliable in your embrace, instead. She’s a whiny little mess, rubbing her teeth on your neck, licking and sucking it just slightly— though not enough to bruise.

“Let me cum, Y/n? Please? I really think I might explode.” She pleads, looking at you with her best puppy eyes. “I need it s-so bad, I swear I’ll fucking do anything, ‘promise.”

You smile at her change of attitude, nodding as you take the vibrator out of her cunt in one, swift motion, replacing it with your fingers. Your thumb works on her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure on it. Finally, you allow her to get the relief she so desperately wants.

“You can cum now, darling. Do it, then.”

The permission is all Winter needs to explode, her body throbbing as she feels so full of pleasure, with fireworks dangling from her skin into every possible part of her body. It’s so good, and she feels so complete it becomes difficult to breathe— the overwhelming sensations enough to make her shiver. She bites on your neck, then; just a single one, to keep her from screaming like she wanted to. You hold her through her orgasm, your strong arms helping to ride her through it as you whisper sweet praises in her ear. You’re proud of Winter.

You lose count of how many minutes you wait, making sure her breaths are even and stable to release her from your hold.

“You did excellent, holding up the whole time. Didn’t even let a single whimper out, in front of the girls. You took it so good, Winter…. Truly perfect.” You smirk, giving Winter’s tiny waist a reassuring squeeze. She hides her face in embarrassment, humming curses at you, but you can tell she’s delighted, too.

Grabbing her by the hips, you gently put her up on the marble. It’s an easy task, with her being so small, but the way your palms nearly circle her entire waist is enough for her face to get all flustered, once again.

Your low tone soothes Winter, who leans her head back as she feels your soft hands between her thighs, cleaning you up with paper the best you can, careful to not touch her most sensitive areas. The ghost of your fingers are enough to make her twitch, though, as much as she tries not to. Her responsiveness lets a laugh out of you, and you kiss the insides of her thighs, looking up at Winter with a reassuring smile.

“Stop saying it like that.” She murmurs, biting her bruised lip. Her hands run through her hair, just for the sake of having something to occupy herself with.

You smirk, throwing the paper away as you turn, taking a proper look at the beautiful, messy state she is. Still knelt between her thighs, you massage her thighs, palming them in big, circling motions.

“Like what?” You smirk, feigning innocence. Winter slaps you, playfully, and you shake your head, helping her to get down.

“Let’s go. The girls must be worried.” She says, trying to guide you out.

You stop her, gently grabbing her by the elbows.

“Are you really ok, though?” You ask, scanning her. “It’s ok if you still want some more time to gather yourself before going out, again. I can totally come up with something to fool them, or I don’t know—.”

Winter shakes her head, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She’s shy, suddenly, as she answers, “I’m completely fine, I swear! Actually, I liked it a l-lot.”

You sigh, relieved. “Ok, ok. But if you feel otherwise, tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” Your bandmate assures you, reaching out for the door. Before you can leave, she calls for you, quietly, “Y/n?”

You hum, staring at her still-flustered face. “Thank you, you know. For… all of that.” Winter says, giving vou a faint smile.

“Don’t stress about it, unnie.” You smile, nudging her. “It’s what friends do, right?”

Winter laughs, not believing your words.

“Sure. That’s what friends do.”

[jnkgrnde]

— reassurance

parings : shuriri x black!fem!reader

warnings : fluff-angst? nothing too bad tbh

summary : this is a vent fic bc i’m burnt out from finals etc so i wanted to write abt shuriri comforting reader. this also applies for anyone else exhausted 🫶🏾 this is lowk corny ngl 🥴

sthwanda - my love

it was time for finals, and that also meant it was time for long, long nights of studying. because of your focus on making sure you pass (and live up to your parents expectations), you didn’t have time for anything else.

which meant you had spent a little too much time away from riri.

you’ve been texting and talking with her whenever you got the chance, but physically seeing her has been a different story. she’s been yearning for your touch, your affection.

this eventually got around to shuri.

you’ve also been silent on her end so she texted riri about it. riri of course knew finals were coming up, and from the days and nights you ranted to her and shuri about it, they knew how important it was to you.

they just didn’t think it would get this bad.

the short texts, riri not seeing you around campus as much, you coming back late at night; it made them worried that you might’ve been overworking yourself. that’s how we ended up here — with shuri unknowingly visiting and waiting with riri for you to come to the dorm.

they waited and waited until they heard the door click open at around one a.m. you dragged yourself into the eerily quiet room, throwing your bag wherever before rubbing your eyes almost harshly. “hi, sthandwa.” was one of the first things you heard and you whipped your head around to see both of your girlfriends.

“shuri!” you squealed, running over to here and wrapping your arms around her neck, peppering her with kisses. the two beamed at the sight of you. “hi.” she lowly whispered in your ear and wrapped her arms around your waist. “go take a shower, okay? we have something we need to talk to you about.” shuri told you while putting you down.

you furrowed your eyebrows before looking between the two before asking riri, “is everything okay?” riri quickly reassured you, “of course, baby. we just wanted to talk to you. we’d just rather talk about it when you’re settled down. is that okay?” riri was one to make sure you were comfortable with any and everything, no matter what it was. you took a deep breath to calm your pounding heart before saying, “yeah, okay.”

fifteen minutes later you were laid on the bed in nothing but one of riri’s hoodies and a pair of shorts. shuri and riri were sat on the front of the bed, leaning back on their hands. “so, we know finals are coming up,” riri started looking directly into your eyes. “and we were just wondering if you were doing okay.”

“of course i am. why?” you were lying through your teeth, but you didn’t want to worry the two, knowing they had more important things to deal with; shuri being the queen of the most powerful nation in the world and being the black panther, riri being ironheart.. you felt as if you had no room to complain.

“we know you, sthwanda. we know when you’re lying.” shuri spoke firmly. you sighed knowing there was no way to really escape them and make excuses. “i’m fine. you don’t have to worry.” you tried giving a small smile of reassurance.

the two gave each other a knowing look. “why are you pushing us away?” riri questioned. you kept quiet and looked at the wall in front of you instead of at them. “y/n.” shuri spoke and you finally put your attention on them. “what’s wrong? if you don’t tell us we can’t help you, my love.”

you swallowed thickly. “i just.. i feel like i can’t complain about some tests when they don’t compare to your problems. you guys are helping protect the world and all i have to do is just worry about these tests.”

they looked at you with furrowed brows. “why would you ever think that?” and there goes that feeling in your throat. “i thought it, um,” swallowing felt like drinking straight syrup. “it- it wasn’t- i felt like i had no room to complain..” the comforter shuffled and you had both shuri and riri at your sides, squeezing you tightly. “baby, it doesn’t matter if you have the smallest of problems. if it’s causing you to feel like this you need to tell us.” riri told you.

you nodded and tried getting rid of the fuzzy feeling in your throat, but it didn’t last long. you felt kisses across your face and before you knew it, you were quietly sniffling as you sunk into their embrace.

if there was anyone that could make you feel the way you do now, it’d be shuri and riri.

[tariah23]

Still unfortunate that Fabricant 100 was axed. I’d just found it not too long ago (like two weeks ago or so) and ended up binging it because I found it decent enough to do so. It was never really all that boring to me either like, it kept me interested despite its problems and I still wanted to see more of it. But it’s over now. Well… I can say that there is no shame in having your manga axed after only 30+ chapters (shit happens) and it doesn’t mean that you’ve failed or have never had the chops to keep your manga running in a popular ass weekly magazine like JUMP, either.

I can point out quite a few positives from the manga at least. For one, the art for F100 remained very fairly consistent throughout it’s short run and it was aesthetically pleasing enough for me to linger on many pages that left me saying stuff like “Ohhhhh, sexyyyyy-“ and “so cool, I need more of this!!!” Like, the mangaka’s art style was very appealing to me right off the bat and I really loved the way that they drew faces and eyes especially. I’ve mentioned this before but I can definitely tell that they’re a fan of JJK because of their style. It’s always nice to see other mangaka be influenced by their fellow peers and friends. This is just my personal observation though but you can really see it in their style (just more polished vs JJK’s more rough look.) not to compare the two but yeah.

The story was pleasant enough for me to keep on pushing without feeling like it was a drag. It’s unfortunately axed to the shadow realms, never to see the light of day again, but I’d still recommend it if you’re just looking for something that is extremely easy to digest in a short period of time. There’s a decent amount of violence (typical for what you’d find in most shounen), some heart stings being pulled ever so slightly, again, great art, and a new fav character who you’ll say deserved so much better than what she’d gotten *cough* 100 *cough* 🚬.

On to my grievances with the story itself. Well… after finishing it (I just read the final chapter a couple of hours ago), I can… sadly understand why it had gotten axed.

For one, I feel as though the plot had been a little too fast paced for the kind of story that it was for it to work? The plot could be easily followed but the story didn’t linger on the world or the characters and their lives enough to fill in the blanks, causing readers to probably not care too much for what was even going on outside of admiring the art and looking at how cool 100 was. Tbh…… Would’ve helped with developing the characters a whole lot better if the mangaka had given themselves more time (it’s JUMP so who knows how much stress they had been most likely under while working on this series.) Fast paced stories CAN work! But I feel like you’d have to be an extremely disciplined, and probably seasoned writer, to pull off such a feat: i.e Fujimoto. Not comparing him to others (it’s unfair, sorry) but he’s pretty much on an entirely separate level when it comes to how he progresses his stories and how he chooses to transition them vs his peers. CSM is handled extremely well in that regard. Sometimes, you just need to slow done your plot, the world, and characters that exist within it in order to better understand where you’d like to take it next. ☠️ Because of this, majority of the characters did fall a bit flat because we got to meet them but we never had the chance to know them as characters outside the one or two chapters they might’ve appeared in just to add a bit of action and raise the stakes of the story. The thing is, the few characters that we did meet were actually pretty alright? They weren’t boring at all to me, they just lacked a lot of importance to the story and felt like place holder for the plot’s transition from point A to point B, to point C, onto D, etc like… they all felt like they were just there to advance a scene pretty much. It would’ve been great to learn more about some of them (the siblings and Luka especially. Felt completely wasted tbh.)

The MC, Ashibi Yao, wasn’t the worst shounen MC at all, either. I felt like he’d been limited as a character though. Like, his family were known to have unnaturally long lifespans for them to just be literal humans, and could all heal themselves from most injuries despite being a completely normal family. The reason for his family’s abilities were later explained in the last couple of chapters of the manga but I felt like there could’ve been more to this? Idk, I guess it wasn’t too bad when I really think about it. But I didn’t find him using his “spark,” (enhanced abilities that the body already holds deep inside or whatever. Since his body is not normal, his healing abilities had been greatly enhanced due to him receiving a spark,) all that interesting if I’m being completely honest. Like, him just jumping around and spilling his blood in any old flashy way like that…? Eh. Would I still like to see him doing this once it hits chapter 100? No way, man. His personality wasn’t too bad though. He had some kind of bite to him and didn’t fall to much into the “uwu, soft boy MC,” category like Tanjirou for example (very boring character archetype, especially if that is all that there is to them personally wise like give me something. Deku had fit this category as well for a short while but I remember enjoying his character regardless because of how quirky he was. I just wanted to root for him ^^. I still care about a couple of BNHA characters even tho I don’t care about the series anymore. Making a character too honest can be a turnoff. You have to give them some kind of personality to go along with their pure heart as well because then otherwise, they’d just end up as your run of the mill, shounen MC who doesn’t stick out at all.) Ashibi was honest and had a good heart but he was out for revenge. And never faltered and instead, put his trust into his will to keep going and 100’s power by his side. Idk, his journey had been short but I was happy for him in the end. He got to live and start his life over at the age of 18. He was a decent MC. The mangaka just needed to give him MORE of the things that he’d already possessed is all. And cooler powers!!!

Tbh, the Fabricants weren’t all that interesting at all… except for 100 (and that one Fabricant who had started to regret what he’d done at the end of his life… would’ve been nice to run into all sorts of different Fabricants who’d probably felt differently about their origin? Maybe they didn’t want to become the “ideal human,” (forgot to mention that this was the main conflict of the manga. All of the Fabricants (false human shaped individuals who’d all been created from the corpses of dead people who’d been bombed 🗿…) had been created by a Doctor who built those very bombs (he felt bad afterwards, blah blah blah, and wanted to make amends for his actions by bringing people with the purest hearts back or whatever. But none of his creations had ever proven successful. Upon bringing a Fabricant to life, he’d immediately reject them, causing each and every Fabricant to immediately feel insecure about their right to be alive if they’re weren’t perfect or what the doctor had wanted. They were all born with the mindset of wanting to become the ideal human being. Each Fabricants strength is based off of the order in which they’d been born. The largest number meaning the strongest. The MC just so happens to travel the world with the Strongest of them all. 100. Who had been the final Fabricant created by the Doctor. She’s kind of everything actually. I think her character was just too big for the story and that she would’ve thrived if the circumstances would have been different. She was pretty much the most interesting character out of the whole story and if the manga wouldn’t have gotten axed, if the story would’ve improved enough for it to continue, I could’ve easily seen her becoming a really popular character across social media. It’s too bad. 😔❤️.

I’m done talking tbh. Would like to say more but it’s over, man. I’d still be interested in reading more of what this mangaka has to offer whenever they do decided to work on something new and hopefully, their next work will become pretty successful. Their art is so nice, it would be a shame to see such a promising mangaka disappear after F100’s axing. I believe in them!

[briefcasejuice]

lukewarm coffees masterlist / AO3 / inspired by

author's note: thank you so much to everyone who showed interest in this; i got so much support from the mentioning of this concept, it's insane! and thank you to @taquidro for her beautiful artwork. word count: 2970 characters: matt murdock, foggy nelson (mattfoggy if you squint, it's a little domestic), mentioning of claire and frank. summary: a cat finds matt and he quickly grows fond of her. foggy would love her; why not bring her to meet him too? content: canon typical injury, sensory overload, cat., cat boy murdock propaganda, matt thinks too much tbh, fluff, desc of food, allusions to marriage.

Matt groaned as quietly as he could, reaching for the fire escapes ladder, his left arm numb from the bullet that’d grazed his shoulder. Perhaps ‘graze’ was a kind way to describe it, the considerably deep wound weeping with blood; he imagined the length, width and mass of Claire's finger would be able to fit into it.

He clambered onto the landing, the metal loud and ringing in his ears as he didn’t try to quiet his movements. It’d hurt more, he figured, and it wasn’t worth an empty building - this one having just gone up. The smell of new insulation and drywall was thick in his nostrils and he huffed, head twitching for any signs of construction managers or employees who might’ve stayed behind past work hours. Confirming the building’s emptiness he trudged upwards. Really, he just needed a place to rest and maybe meditate before he either made another lap around the neighbourhood or trudged home. Frank had managed to follow him around once a few weeks back when he was badly injured - commenting that he must be in horrible shape if he’d really managed to do it - and he wasn’t willing to take that risk again.

He whispered a hissed, "Shit," as he climbed onto the roof. There was a torn muscle somewhere in his leg - nothing important considering he was still moving - but he’d figure it out eventually, his focus waning in and out as he lost more blood. He stood, wincing as he pressed a hand over the wound; this clumsy pressure would have to do for now. He trudged around on the roof for a few minutes, committing every corner to his memory before taking a seat behind an ac unit - the unit would block any prying eyes from other buildings. He sat down clumsily and propped his back against it, his posture relaxed and legs set carelessly in front of him. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there for - his head bowed, hand pressed to his shoulder while he regulated his breathing - but soon enough he dragged his feet into himself and took position.

Legs crossed and palms facing upwards, he sorted through the sounds around him - "Turn down that tv-!", "Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?", "I told Harold I couldn’t-", "What the fuck is wrong wi-" - until there was relative silence. He cleared his throat, a sound that acted as an anchor to his body before he began regulating it.

In truth, he wasn’t sure how he’d learned to mediate, Stick having left before teaching him how to but it came almost naturally with his senses and what he’d already known in relation to how to use his body. He’d found himself doing it before stressful situations in college; little snippets of completely quieting the world around him before calming himself down gradually grew to manipulating his body when shit got hard in his final couple years and he could barely snatch himself some sleep.

The top of his arm began going cold, blood leaving the area as he meditated. It was a few moments before he figured he’d get up when something hairy brushed past his leg- no not hairy, furry.

Sensory information rushed back to him almost too quickly in his surprise, his hands shooting to the sides of his head for a split second. Why was there an ambulance on this side of town? It was filled with either empty lots of dirt or completely new and inhabited buildings there shouldn’t be anyone getting hurt- no that wasn’t an ambulance, it was a microwave’s timer going off a block over. He shook his head, getting his senses organised just as the furry-something meowed.

The cat rubbed its body against his thigh and bonked its head against his knee again, beginning to purr when Matt turned his head towards it, the cat aware it now had his full attention. He didn’t know what to do, not wanting to leave this cat behind - it smelling distinctly like a home - but very much wanting to go to his home, especially in his condition.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled, slightly annoyed. It murred again, setting its front paws on his legs where they intersected directly in front of him. The displacement of the air as the cat sniffed, its whiskers shuffling minutely, was loud in his ears as he set his senses on it, trying to figure out what it wanted. He snapped out of it when he realised the cat was doing the same thing, the memory of Foggy’s long running gag of comparing him to cats rising and making him slightly irritated but strangely fond.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the cat climbed into his lap, apparently mistaking the dip in his crossed legs for a bed. It circled the space a little - something of a routine and Matt internally begged that it would change its mind and not lay on him.

But hey, when was he ever lucky?

“Are you kidding me?” he whispered when the cat dropped itself, turning over onto its back once it was situated, its paws folded above it- not it, she. There was a jingle at the movement and the hard, cold metal of its tag dug into the side of his calf.

Wiggling the fingers of his left hand a little, he was pleased and perhaps proud of his meditative ability when he could feel the glove around the hand. He made a thoughtful noise before going to tear off a glove, the sound of the strange material of velcro grating in his ears. The cat didn’t seem to mind and began telling him about her day - a chorus of meows, murrs and merps being sung. Matt wondered how that much noise could fit into something so small.

He felt around for the tag, scratching the cat’s tummy a little, surprised that she even let him touch her there. There he was in his Daredevil suit, having just gave himself up for violence and something so small, fragile and inherently good was letting him interact with it in such a vulnerable way. He wasn’t thinking it, he didn’t think he deserved to think of it but the fact softened him, his irritation leaving.

He held the circular metal tag between his thumb and two other fingers, swiping his thumb over the engraved letters there at the front before turning it over and reading the owner’s numbers on the back.

“Fuckin’- Gertrude? Is that your name?” he whispered in disbelief. Named by a weirdo, he thought but couldn’t help it when he chucked the smallest bit, a huff that puffed his chest out. Gertrude set her paw on his tummy, her head turned up towards Matt as if she wanted to hear about his day too and Matt swooned, taking off his right glove before using his index finger to scratch along her nose.

She began purring louder, the sound similar to the hum of a bike’s engine and he smiled. He didn’t deserve this, but he smiled.

“Foggy would love you,” Matt murmured, his petting hand shifting with Gertrude as she rolled in the embrace of his legs. Gertrude made a mrr sound deep in her throat as if to say, “Of course he would.”

It wasn't until the temperature of the air around him began to rise, daybreak on its way, that Matt considered getting up to leave again. Gertrude had fallen asleep at least an hour ago, definitely more - her breathing slow and steady - but Matt couldn’t seem to get himself to mind until a thought was finally knocked loose and he remembered that he had work in an hour.

“Right,” he said to himself, deciding on a course of action. He always kept a spare change of clothes in his office, buried in the bottom most drawer and it’s like he said: Foggy would love Gertrude.

He bundled the sleeping cat in his arms, careful to handle her with a level of attentiveness so as to not wake her. With Gertrude held in one hand and to his chest as one would a baby, he rose to his feet, keeping his upper body as steady as possible. hissing when a muscle in his leg pulled weirdly. He made his way across rooftops, occasionally retreating to the alleys below when he came across a jump he couldn’t make with a cat in his arms before taking to the rooftops once more.

The sun had begun rising by the time he slid up the window to his office, his feet quiet on the landing of the fire escape. He sat in the window then jumped down, landing on his feet - his toes pointed and knees bent to eliminate noise. He had at least an hour before Foggy showed up, maybe more if he decided to stop at that bakery down the street, often showing up to work smelling of coffee, vanilla and fresh bread, a donut still between his fingers on multiple occasions.

He grabbed an extra coat that was hanging in the lobby and set it on his desk, mimicking the raised sides and the sloped middle of his crossed legs from earlier. Maybe Gertrude liked that kind of comfort specifically, he mused internally. Setting it down, he brushed as much of the cat hair as he could from his suit before going to the drawer for his extra clothes. Running a hand over the dress shirt and jeans, he cursed, the shirt crushed and creased in odd places; he thought he’d packed a shirt that didn’t need ironing. He undressed, folding up his suit and placing it at the back of the drawer then placing odd files in front of it before padlocking it. It was shabby, he knew, but he’d had police investigate the office before and they never went looking past the files about odd c-list celebrity divorces who’d wanted to keep it quiet and pet custody.

He got dressed, pausing when Gertrude stirred as his belt buckle jiggled. She turned over then promptly sank back into sleep and Matt really couldn’t help but chucked, the sleepyhead. Bandaging his shoulder and putting on his shirt, he sat at his desk and he was out before he could even think about getting his laptop and earbuds out, Gertrude’s purring lulling him into a borderline meditative state before he dropped off. He woke to the smell of vanilla and the familiar heartbeat of Foggy Nelson as he bounded up the stairs to the office. He was singing a song to himself, Abba, Matt recognized; his pitch was so off he almost missed it, honestly. He walked into the office, juggling two cups of coffee in one hand and his donut in the other.

“Matt, buddy, you here?” he called out, swallowing the bit of donut he was chewing. Instead of answering Matt opened his cracked door and leaned on it the frame, his arms folded.

“Maybe,” he teased, giving Foggy a sleepy smile. There was comfortable silence as Foggy observed him - from his mask hair to the lack of his glasses and his crumpled shirt, he nodded in realisation.

“Stayed out all night?” he asked, already knowing the answer was a ‘yes’ but the question was more ’what were you doing out all night’. Foggy retreated to his office, setting the coffee down on his desk and plopping his briefcase on the couch by the door of his office.

“Well I don’t want you to worry but I got a little hurt and had to rest but then I happened to meet a-” Matt began, stopping abruptly when there was a sharp meow coming from behind him. Foggy’s head snapped up, the drink carrier containing their coffees nearly falling from his hand when a cat with a green collar waltzed out from behind Matt.

“Wha-?” he began to ask, his eyes going between Matt’s face where his mouth was still parted on a silent word and the cat by his foot. He was also cut off by a string of what could only be assumed to be little cat sentences, the cat finishing Matt’s sentence. There was a high sound of excitement deep in Foggy’s throat as he set the coffees back down and made a beeline for Gertrude. Matt listened as Foggy got on his knees in front of her, sticking the back of his palm out for the cat to smell him. Obviously tired of pleasantries and greetings, Gertrude headbutted his hand and Foggy was quick to meet her demand for pets, beginning to scratch her chin.

“Where’d you find it?” Foggy asked distractedly, leaning backwards as Gertrude attempted to crawl onto his bent legs.

“Her- and I was getting to that,” Matt started fondly. Gertrude was a purring machine, a small mrr of pleasant surprise whispered in her throat when Foggy picked her up. “I was meditating on a roof when Gertrude came up to me-”

“Gertrude!?” Foggy yelled on a bark of laughter. “I need to meet the mastermind who named this little lady.”

Matt huffed, his hands moving from across his chest to his hips. “Well that little lady’s too friendly.”

“How can a cat ever be too friendly?” Foggy asked in exasperation, turning Gertrude over in his embrace so that she was upside-down. His voice took on the cutesy type that adults only ever used for babies and pets, “Are you too friendly? Who the heck thinks a cat can be too friendly? Right, my little lady?"

Gertrude was eating it up, her purring becoming more violent by the second.

“Maybe we can have Gertrude be our new receptionist," Foggy mused, padding back to his office and wiggling his fingers above Gertrude as she swatted at them. She seemed to like that idea, resuming her song of various very catlike noises, somehow even adding a question mark to the end of one sentence. Turning back to Matt, Foggy pointed at the mountain of fur in his embrace, laying backwards like a baby, “See! Even Gertrude gets the idea.”

Matt smiled, resigning to the idea, “Sure, but only if she can print my documents braille.”

“Don’t underestimate Gertrude! She’s a professional.” Foggy retorted, Gertrude tilting her face over the back of his forearm towards Matt.

“Well alright,” Matt said shrugging, drawing out the ‘e’ in ‘well’ as a sarcastic rendition of him thinking deeply about it. “Just for the day- gotta return her to her owners after work- I was gonna call them in a bit.”

Foggy made an agreeable noise, “Figured. There’s no way a Siamese was a stray.”

Matt paused where he was, turned back towards the inside of his office. “Siamese? Had never seen one before.”

“Oh yeah- they’re usually white with brown paws and ears and nose but this one’s white fur is a little darker- darker brown," Foggy said distractedly as he continued to play with the little fella, going to sit behind Karen's old desk.

Matt hummed, tracking Foggy as he set Gertrude on the desk. He took the telephone and Gertrude came up to sniff it; there was a giggle in his throat and Matt smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with it.

“Hello, meow-ceptionist,” Foggy started in a fake voice, “We’re calling about your bosses! We need legal meow-presentation.”

Matt threw his head back in laughter as Gertrude meowed into the phone in seeming response and Foggy’s head snapped up, a bright smile on his face as he watched Matt laugh. Then, he remembered-

“Shit! Matt the coffee’s gonna get cold,” he jumped up and went towards his office, Gertrude trailing after him. She jumped on the desk to where Foggy’s arms were extended and sniffed along the tops of the cups where there were openings.

“It’s fine they’re not too cold yet,” Matt assured him, focusing on the faint heat radiating from them, “They’re drinkable.”

“Yeah, Gertrude seems interested in ‘em enough,” he smiled at her, “I’m trusting your judgement as both my employee and friend. Do we need to reheat these?”

Gertrude mrred and pawed at the cups; Matt and Foggy did not reheat them and enjoyed their lukewarm coffees.

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Foggy waved goodbye as Gertrude’s owners closed their front door, an overcast sunset bathing them in a cool purple light, making Gertrude’s brown fur almost black.

As soon as they turned and started walking, Foggy sagged, his muscles creaking with it.

“Yeah I miss her too, buddy,” Matt sighed, slipping a hand around his shoulders. Foggy leaned into it, tipping his head over into the side of Matt’s face a little.

“We should get an office cat,” he murmured, more to himself than to Matt but Matt answered anyway, humming in agreement.

“We should,” he mused, “What was it you said years ago?” He brought his hands up and made air quotes. “‘This’ - our firm - ‘is way more important than a civil union’ so yeah, civil unions, marriages, have cats. We could too.”

They’d stopped walking while Matt spoke and Foggy’s face slowly morphed from grief to sheer glee.

“Matt-” he started excitedly but Matt cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah be excited all you want but this is serious stuff- I mean, a cat’s, I dunno, like having a kid,” he retorted before Foggy could even bring it up.

“Still! this is fantastic- we’re gonna be cat dads!” Matt laughed at the title. Gosh, he really didn’t deserve this - this companionship, this love and trust.

“To Josie’s!” Foggy yelled with his arms extended outwards, as if declaring some wonderful news- because, yeah, this was wonderful. “This is a cause for celebration!”

“You always wanna go t’Josie’s- celebration or not!” Matt teased on a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah. shut up. Can’t blame a guy that wants to have fun, though.”

all feedback/criticism is appreciated! i do not give permission for this or any of my fanfiction to be reposted or translated without my consent.

[twisting-roads]

I AM VERY NORMAL AND SANE ABOUT JELLY AIB. HERE'S AN ESSAY ABOUT HIM.

I’d like to preface this by saying I’ve already added like 3 paragraphs of text to Jelly’s personality page on the wiki, but I’m not quite done yet with him either. Please hear me out on this.

Jelly as a character may seem very self centered at the surface. Some might even say he’s using Popsicle Stick’s affection for him as an ego booster, but I doubt he ever had any malicious intentions. Only a few times did he act self centered, and I believe there's more a reason behind this than just him wanting attention. In this very long character analysis, I hope to explain Jelly’s motivations, what's wrong with him, and his relationship with PStick and the rest of team 2.

In the 2nd episode during the team 2 icebreakers, Jelly starts introducing himself as Can becomes upset with how this is all going. He brags about being a social butterfly, and drops the iconic line “And before anyone asks… Yes.” This is usually just interpreted as Jelly wanting attention on him, but I think he’s just doing an elaborate bit (he does enjoy attention though I will not lie about that). He notices how poorly this all has been going for Can, and wants to add something silly to lighten the mood a bit, even if that means being a little obnoxious about it. He knows he has the charisma to pull it off. He might’ve dragged on the bit too far though if Bouncy Ball didn’t fly in the last second.

Later on in ep 2 after Sock kicks Jelly in the head, possibly being the reason Jelly went stupid mode instead of it being BB’s fault. During this, I believe he's showing a bit of his “true side”. of course that's debatable, since he’s just received major brain damage, but either way, he becomes less filtered and sillier, just hanging out on the sidelines up until ep 3. PStick seems to be his self-employed caretaker for the time being.

Speaking of PStick, we should address the elephant in the room here. Jelly does seem to genuinely care for her, even if it's hard to tell in his tone in ep 1, he does show many other instances where he likes spending time with her. Unlike her, he’s able to exist alone and work alongside other people, and knows he can still be friends with her and hang out during off hours. When she joined Team 2 and Hailstone pestered her and Jelly about this, he wasn’t hesitant to ask Oodle if it was ok to switch teams. He clearly likes PStick being there, but doesn’t want to upset Hailstone or break the rules either, meaning he’s not completely biased.

Later on, esp in ep 5, Jelly seems a bit startled or worried about PStick being on the team or so attached to him. He’s starting to become uncomfortable, but instead of saying this to her, he hides that fact. He doesn’t want to hurt her, and is especially afraid of conflict. When Hailstone is upset at the fact PStick is on team 2 now, Jelly tries to console her, and understands where she's coming from, but he doesn’t want to directly tell PStick to just leave. At the start of ep 5, Jelly tries to ask Hailstone if she can go ask Oodle to do something about the heat, calling her a “good negotiator” in reference to the conversation they had in ep 4, and also not wanting to confront Oodle himself. He’s possibly afraid of confrontation or upsetting others, always being the guy who gets caught up in conflicts and tries to reach a compromise where both parties are the least unhappy. Him also trusting Hailstone shows he still respects her as his teammate, even if she isn’t a fan of PStick.

I haven’t talked much about his character in ep 3, but there's still some important things to note. He still remains silly in this ep (bababooey). When team 5 ends up disqualifying themselves and Safe is pulled out of the machine, he’s the one to go up to her and tell her it wasn’t her fault they almost lost. TBH the whole team thinks this too, with Can blaming Oodle’s oversights for why they were unable to get Safe out, but that’s not the point here. He does somewhat motivate her to go join them in their little victory party as well.

Point is, Jelly is a charismatic guy who wants to be a bit silly. He understands and respects others and just wants everyone to get along and be happy, typically being the one to comfort others. He dislikes confrontation, however, even to the point where he starts getting uncomfortable but doesn’t say anything about it in fear of hurting his closest friend.

[gas-station-chai]

VS the World AU: Some notes on a few of Jack's exes that I had laying around

Benji:

Jack met Benji when he was in college and dating Jerry. Jerry had dragged him into this camping club/cult thing (he didn’t know it was an extension of the cult at the time) and brought him along for a “quick hike through the forest,” where Jack quickly got lost/separated from the group (it was a good thing, too. Jack thinks if he stayed with them, he might’ve been sacrificed or something).

Benji, who had been camping out in that forest for the past week, found him at the bottom of a cliff with a broken leg and quickly (begrudgingly) took him back to his spot to fix him up (meet cute idea: “Haha thanks for saving my life and shoving my broken bone back into my body. I’m sorry I thought you were a bear when you first showed up and threw a rock at your face”) 

They kept in touch after that. B kept visiting him in the hospital to check up on him, and Jack eventually broke things off with Jerry and used Benji as a rebound (which he’s a little salty about, but doesn’t take it to heart too badly. 

They probably broke up when Jack realized what an ass he was being to Benj for using him like that. Their relationship didn’t really change much throughout the entire thing tbh. Neither of them were very touchy/romantic/communicative with each other in the first place. True neutral relationship (in Jack's eyes, that is)

"I do really like the idea tho that Benji took it a lot more seriously than Jack was aware of. like Benji wasn't a super touchy feely or romantic person but he did really like jack, and he loved that jack was similar. he liked having someone he could protect and care for, and also someone who seemed to rely on him without being too needy.

and then things ended, and Jack made the right choice but Benji is still bitter." -Xavier

Rosa:

They’re way too cute together (both romantically and platonically). Probably met in high school, she helped him with Spanish classes and he helped her with literature classes, and they started dating from there <888 in the present whenever they talk/meet she still quizzes him on Spanish to see if he still remembers her lessons. He doesn’t, but he tries <8

There’s probably still romantic feelings there for each other but, Rosa’s the one who broke things off because of the whole “Dark God” thing (guardian angel type thing? Family religion? She’s still a conduit somehow for supernatural shit) to keep Jack safe. Jack was reluctant at first but for some reason Shhhhh really hates him so it didn’t take that much convincing for him to stay away from her

Rosa’s technically not even in the Evil Exes club, it’s just Shhhhh. She’s just there along for the ride lol

Tony’s a jealous loser abt their relationship (can he tell they still like each other or does he not like them being friends still?) and Rosa can see it. She’s really polite to him in front of Jack but she’s very clearly trying to hint to him, “Seriously? This guy?” with her eyes. Ofc Jack is immune to nonverbal communication and she knows that, but Tony doesn’t, so it only pisses him off more. (Xavier note: "the world needs more subtly petty/bitchy rosa and i am THRIVING HAHA")

Jack doesn’t help with the way he’s asking him not to hurt her too badly. “SHE’S ATTACKING ME WITH PLANTS, JACK. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE”

JACK JUST LIKE "HEY I'M ACTUALLY STILL FRIENDS WITH HER PLEASE BE NICE" "JACK I AM FIGHTING FOR MY FUCKING LIFE OUT HERE." (-X)

Jerry:

Jerry counts as Jack's 6th ex despite having met him before Benji due to the fact that they kept dating off and on again for a while (with Jerry being a rebound between a few exes)

Pre-cult Jerry had long hair and got it lopped off about a month after he joined the Mathmetists, so Jack associates his short hair with this fucked up, brainwashed version of his (ex)boyfriend. 

After the first few on-and-off breakups/getting back together's, Jerry realized this and started growing it out again. He stopped wearing the uniform around him, too; started dressing in his old clothes (the terrible fashion sense ones) whenever he hung out with jack. 

Ofc, Jack saw it as a sort of "recovery" and they started dating... again. Jerry keeps acting like the old him (funny, spontaneous, flirty), but sneaking in tidbits and quotes of their beliefs into normal conversations. Jack tries to ignore it.

Jerry's smarter than he looks, he knows what he’s doing here: He’s lowering Jack’s guard. But he can't help but get excited at the idea of Jack joining him in this important mission, so he ends up pouring too much cult-stuff onto Jack all at once. Jack realizes that Jerry’s still into the whole “destroying the world” thing and breaks it off with him again. The cycle repeats multiple times 😔 

Jerry might be hellbent on convincing Jack to end the world’s suffering with him, but he’s still a sweetheart. He’d never force him into this, that’s why he keeps trying to talk jack into it. (Jack has his number and every social media he has blocked, but Jerry somehow keeps reaching him through alts and new numbers)

[thornquillthefiendish]

oohh how bout,,

ashfur for the opinion thing?

We’re starting with a b i g one for me. Since you like this dood (which is perfectly fine!) I wanna be nicer than I usually am about him as to not seem like a huge dickhead- (sorry if I still do I’m just another dumbass on the internet man)

Sexuality headcanon

bisexual

Gender/pronouns headcanon

Cis male he/him/they

Rate them out of ten

God that’s hard. On a writing standard 7/10 he’s probably one of the most consistently written characters in the books. Based on how much I like him (not as a villain just in general) 2/10

Favorite thing about them

Best villain in the series hands down. I’m sorry nobody else comes close in what ashfur makes me feel when he’s on screen/in the pages and it’s this intense unease and distaste that comes from his actions and character and not poor writing which. I’m not sure how they did it??? He’s a great villain and genuinely intimidating later on. I’m constantly brought back to thinking about him while rewriting because of how interesting he is, how honestly? Good he is as an antagonist. Like, I show off my hawkfrost love a lot, but I think he is overshadowed by hawkfrost when they’re out side by side. Hawk did some shit — but, ashfur was harboring the manipulative tactics to make all of the clans run amok trying to figure something out. Let’s be honest, ashfur was the better antagonist of the two.

Least favorite thing about him

I’m sorry it’s the whole guy he’s not a good guy he’s. He’s too foul. Ashfur is a character who if he were a protagonist you wouldn’t like being in his shoes, but you cannot lie and say it wasn’t interesting or pulling to be there.

Why I first started liking/disliking them

Ohhhh boy. Ok so. To keep this kind of short, I used to be a really big ashfur fan, but it stopped around 14 and around 15-16, I was getting back into the books and kinda having wisened up a little rereading ashfur was. Idk it was unnerving especially after being able to clearly look at my own experiences. I think it definitely hits different because I was really interested in ashfur when I was younger, now I feel like slight tinges of annoyance when thinking of him — clarity wise this is just me, he’s a cat in a fictional series of books and I definitely get why people still like him! It’s just this weird case of — I don’t hold any sympathy for his character nor any like, I think he’s interesting and I try to detach my own biases while working on rewrite stuff with him, but tbh? A double death well deserved.

Do I relate/project onto/kin them?

Nope.

Favorite quote/moment

The utterly terrifying moment where he drags squirrelflight to fucking hell what the fuck

My fav ship

Hawkash

My fav platonic friendship

I can’t see him with many friends tbh…idk, maybe Cloudtail, but he is his brother-

A ship I hate

Legit hate? Ashsquirrel it freaks me out

Funny hate? Hawkash I’ve got a love hate relationship with it for reasons previously stated (hawkfrost deserves a better boyfriend, but he has shit taste in men)

Do I prefer canon or fanon?

Tbh, canon? I guess when compared to most fandom rep that is. Personally I’ve never really loved emo ashfur. I’ve made him up in my head (so I guess my version of fanon) to be vindictive of course, but a lot more adept in planning a course of action while also remaining solidly unhinged. I kinda like the idea that he was kind of a well regarded warrior at the time, I like the idea that he was notably muscular - I like how on the surface he might’ve been nice, but underneath it all he was dangerous it was just nobody ever considered he could do harm because he’s ashfur, of course he couldn’t, we know ashfur. I like how up front you can see signs of how this can go wrong, but you ignore it for whatever reason, and then it does go wrong. Makes him a bit more real as an antagonist.

Random headcanon

Ashfur has a control problem, largely the reason he can’t let squirrelflight go. He doesn’t want to give her up, he doesn’t want to lose - he cannot lose, he won’t let himself.

What color do I picture them as?

Desaturated, muddy blue

Cat breed headcanon

Oriental likely? I’m not fully sure — likely a breed with a really defined face

Unpopular opinion

Likely that ashfurs the best written villain, but also. Out of all of them the most pathetic, but? Most intimidating. Because he got more done than half of our villains because of an obsessive fixation over his ex. Tigerstar should be rolling in his grave.

Things I associate with them

Leeches, every sad love song/breakup song at one point has reminded me of him, Dennis from always sunny (they are. The same person), there’s a lot of different poetic esc imagery that makes me think of him, but if I had to think of something really poetic and jazz I’d say the story of Apollo and Daphne, whom Apollo, by Eros was struck with such an insatiable desire for while in turn, Daphne had grown disgusted with romance. He’d chase her until Daphne, too tired, pleaded for her father to help her, and thus he turned her into a laurel tree. Even in this form, though, Apollo never halted, decorating himself in laurels and proclaiming them his icon.

Song I associate with them

Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria. I actually have a smol playlist for him that helps when I’m writing for him.

Favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them

The Rory map (the part where he’s screaming is perfect)

[the-pjo-analyst]

Chapter 10 -  I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus

Theme of the day: Foresight

Foresight can basically have two meanings: prudence or provision for the future, and being able to see the future. There was a bit of both in this chapter!

We get a look into what the trio packs for their quest, including items that Chiron/CHB provides. They get useful provisions like ambrosia and nectar for wounds, mortal cash and drachmas for all their regular and godly transactions. Percy has very few possessions with him at the camp, as was already mentioned when he moved to cabin 3, so he just has basic essentials. Annabeth has a cool hat and a wicked dagger, but also a book bc a girl’s gotta stay entertained somehow while stuck traveling with two boys across the country lol. Grover has his items to disguise himself as human, a reed pipe for his goat magic except he only knows two (2) songs, and lots of snacks for the long roadtrip. Although most of all this gets destroyed at the end of the chapter sjdkfhs. But just when you think Percy is going out their weaponless, he receives good old Riptide! Whoever enchanted her must’ve been like there’s a kid who’ll use this in the future who can’t keep pens on him for the life of him and they’re probably the realist person in this series. Did Percy a solid lol.

The Hermes shoes Luke gives to Percy, at face value, is foresight on Luke’s part. Seemingly, he wants them to help Percy in someway on his quest. I completely forgot about the shoes tbh, but they’re an important part of the plot later on lol, and a clue to who the traitor is. Because they’re programed to drag the wearer into Tartarus when they enter the underworld and deliver certain godly attributes to a certain Titan. So ig the shoes are Luke’s foresight, just not in the way we might initially expect. Although he definitely didn’t have the foresight that Percy wouldn’t be the one wearing the shoes lmao. Should’ve thought about how a son of Poseidon can’t take to the skies! I wonder if Luke’s awkwardness in wishing Percy good luck was bc he knew that he shouldn’t care, but did anyway. I’m not a Luke apologist in anyway, but he’s such a complicated character that he’s fascinating to analyze lol. And the way Percy admires him!! It’s so cute. Makes the betrayal so much more tragic ;A;

There’s lots of foreshadowing this chapter. Besides the shoes, Kronos is mentioned, Medusa is indirectly referenced, the hints with the Furies saying where is it, and Prometheus is also mentioned although he’s not officially introduced until book 5. I’ll even include the tourist that takes a picture of crazed Percy fleeing the bus in the list too lol. There might be others I missed.

Backtracking a little, I know Grover meant well when talking about Sally, but I wouldn’t tell someone that they should be grateful when a decision or action results in abuse in some way. Like yes, Sally having the foresight in keeping Percy around someone that could mask his demigod smell was a good thing in the long run, but they both suffered from it. I don’t blame Sally at all, because all she wanted was for her son to survive. And who knows what she herself had to deal with when Percy wasn’t around. Maybe he was around for the worse parts and it’s just not narrated. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision per se, but the other options were either Percy dying or Percy growing up without a father and a mother, so 🤷🏾‍♀️ Can you imagine how he would’ve felt if Sally just left him at camp as a small child. Like they still could’ve kept in contact but Percy probably wouldn’t feel good about it. We might’ve gotten a different story if that was the turn of events. There would be no blue in Percy’s life! Like.... what would Percy be without his obsession for the color blue??

Anywho, it’s late and I’m ranting 😂 I’ll end it with a pondering over what exactly Chiron heard in these prophecies he keeps mentioning 🤨

Small things:

I’ll never get over when we found out Riptide is a girl and the Sword of Summer proceeded to flirt with her lolol

I can’t tell whether Argus is winking at Percy for his pizza joke or charmed by the preteen flirting lol. The very first Percabeth shipper xD

Have I mentioned I love their banter lol

Once more, we get a glimpse into Percy’s extreme loyalty. He can never leave a friend behind 🥺

I had a realization that Hilary Duff’s “So Yesterday” only came out a few years before TLT did and I don’t think I fully comprehended how old this book is until now sjdfhskjdf

Previous: Chapter 9 - I Am Offered a Quest

Next: Chapter 11 - We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

[bangtancentricsblog]

》 Unbeknownst to Jungkook, there is a rise in popularity for a particular human holiday, one of which leaves him blindsided and scrambling to find the absolute perfect gift for his one and only. They say food is the quickest way to a man’s heart but no one ever said it didn't work on women.

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: fluff, established relationship, a dash of angst, and a pinch of smut

❒ alternative universe: fantasy, college/university, werewolf, witch,

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 12.4 k+

warnings/disclosures: werewolf Jungkook, witch MC, kinda tsundere mc, cat shifters Yoongi and Yoonji, Fairy Jimin, Siren Taehyung, MC is on the bigger side!, Merman Seokjin, Elf Hoseok, Vampire Namjoon, friendly fondling from yoonji, heteroflexible/bicurious yoonji, boob talk, mc is not good at cooking, misunderstanding on jungkook’s part, baking mishaps, frazzled jungkook, not so helpful/helpful yoongi, half-hearted frenemies Jungkook and Yoonji, Jungkook cries a little, yoonji jumping to conclusion, sense8 references, harry potter references, killing eve reference, way too many allusions to sex, jungkook isn't a good at baking, always reliable Seokjinnie, chubby POC Bunny shifter OC, whiney JK and MC, ‘rich’ jungkook, not edited i tried to i really did, taste testers Jimin and Taehyung, SMUT is at the end, bad smut at the end, food play (mostly them getting turned on by feeding each other), fingering (ew why do we call it that? Finger blast sounds better lmao), cock warming-ish, tiny hints of a size kink, grinding, soft fuck, soft spanking, sappy endings

❀ this is part of the bangtan pastries valentine collab hosted by the lovely @suhdays, who also made my lovely banner 💖 make sure to check out the other fics as well, they’re amazing as are the other authors and please excuse any incoherent inconsistencies or misspelling as this fic was written over a many days and long hours ❀

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His nose is cold, a weird thing to think about when a werewolf's body temperature literally runs higher than every other species. There’s a chill racing up his spine as he shivers reaching a lazy arm across the bed in search of your warmth only to come up empty. Jungkook finally cracks an eye open, pushing himself into a sitting position to see if you really are missing or you’ve only scooted to the very edge of the bed to escape his scalding body temperature. Though to his displeasure you are in fact missing, he’s running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath before scrunching his feature. His nose is still cold, so he can't smell much, can only feel the slight sting of the frigid air as he breathes it in.

He hates the winter, all he can ever smell is the damp ground and the cold of the air. Funnily enough most werewolves loved winter since it gave them a break from their heightened senses, not Jungkook though, he couldn't stand not being able to smell you on his bed, in your house, on him. Your shared bedroom is extra chilly this morning raising goosebumps along his exposed skin, he’s tired, not having gotten enough sleep from the long night of studying he’d done the night before.

You’re a naturally early riser so he knows why you’re up, Jungkook however isn't exactly a morning person, never has been, especially on the weekend when neither of you have anywhere to be. He’s groggy as he pads down the hallway, a yawn stretching his mouth wide, another shiver wracking his body the closer he gets to the back of the house, it’s always been chillier there, it’s downright brutal in the winter time.

He isn't surprised when he finally comes to stand in the doorframe of the sunroom watching your figure drop what he’s pretty sure is mugwort in the bubbling cauldron. There’s this sense of domesticity watching you work, a luxury he couldn't afford as the two of you grew up. He can almost vividly remember the ugly way you’d scowl at him when he’d plop down in front of you brandishing scraped up hands or knees. A soft almost unkind reminder that he should be more careful and that next time he came in you wouldn't treat his wounds. He remembers thinking you didn't like him, maybe even hated him, so after a while (more like into his teenage years) he just stopped showing up. So you would imagine his surprise when you’d finally cornered him after his abrupt disappearance. His lips tug upward at the memory of you clumsily confessing your feelings to him before running off, never giving him a chance to properly convey his own feelings.

It’s weird for Jungkook to think that he’d almost let you slip through his fingers, his dumb teenage werewolf hormones had told him to just let you be. That you weren’t even one of his kind, so you wouldn't be worth it. He’d been so close to letting you get away, so close to letting you leave the pack when he’d taken his precious time working through his natural instincts (at least the ones he had then). How he’d almost brushed off your confession because there was no way cold, stoic you liked him. Impossible he’d thought, and then a week after he’d overheard your parents asking permission for you to attend a school away from pack lands. Away from the pack, away from your family, and away from him. The very thought twisted his stomach unpleasantly, making him nauseous as he thought of everyday life without you.

It was then that he knew he couldn’t let that happen, something about you leaving didn't sit well in his being. He couldn’t describe it then, after all a sixteen year old only understood the bare minimum of love and life and he knew even less than that. Somewhere in his mind rushing to your house at that moment had made sense, more sense than anything had in the short amount of time he’d had to process the information. He probably should’ve knocked before rushing into your house, maybe also knocked instead of flinging your room door open the way he had. The grin he wears grows wider as he recalls what he’d seen all those years ago. The rest is history, at least the embarrassing parts that he refuses to acknowledge. He doesn’t regret the way your relationship had started, especially not after almost seven years of dating. Hell, he considers himself lucky that you even stuck around this long because truth be told Jungkook could be a handful, like now for example.

“Is that my sweater?” he asks, watching amusedly as you jump nearly spilling an entire vial of pixie dust. Your hand has gone to your chest to calm your racing heart as it beats harshly against your ribs, scowling as you think of how you hated that he was so light on his feet.

“I couldn't find an apron, and it’s cold.” you say rubbing at your nose with sweater pawed hands before sprinkling some of the pixie dust into the cauldron.

“Y’know I don't like when you brew in my clothes, the smell sticks for too long.” he sniffs, still only feeling the cold sting of the air.

“I know.” you mutter not once glancing in his direction, only reaching out to take a jar of snake venom from the array of ingredients lining the counter space beside you.

“What are you making anyways and on a Saturday?”

“Vitality potion, for extra credit.” he hums to himself content with just watching you finish up your work which really doesn't take long. You add a few drops of mint sighing contentedly while you put out the fire with a simple incantation. Jungkook watches as you rub at your eyes and easily close the distance between you, your arms wrap around his waist as you nuzzle into his chest relishing in his warmth. A muffled ‘m’tired’ slipping past your lips and tickling his chest where they press to his skin. He hums his reply, hands slipping down your sides pulling soft sighs from you as he slips them under the hem of your hoodie to press chilled hands to your warm hips.

You squeal, trying in vain to wriggle away from him as he muffles his laugh in your neck. He’s quick to pull your body close, before lifting you over his shoulder, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you steady. Your giggles are almost manic as you laugh all the way to the bedroom where he proceeds to take full advantage of this early Saturday morning.

*

Monday morning comes way too soon, and you’re once again seated at a table of your favorite on campus cafe. Though much like always Jungkook is being clingy, scenting your neck while you kill some time before your first class. The frappe you ordered sits untouched, the slush goodness melting into a mess of almost coffee flavored water. It’s a waste of money if you don't drink it now, although you’re also sure Jungkook will polish it off should you leave it be.

“Please stop making people uncomfortable.” you sigh, pressing a palm to his face to push him away before he can bury it back in your neck.

“I’m not making people uncomfortable.” he says with a confused furrow of his brow as he casts a glance around the cafe to catch these so called uncomfortable people. He doesn't see anyone other than a couple of baristas who refuse to make eye contact even with the way his gaze is burning holes into the side of their heads. You don't look the slightest bit amused as you narrow your eyes at him, waiting a beat then two only to realize he really doesn't know. Your heart skips a beat, ‘stupid heart’ you think as it continues to do so the longer he remains oblivious. It’s moments like this that make you think that being with Jungkook is like having a big dumb dog, except you absolutely adore the shit out of him, amongst other things.

He quirks his head the slightest as your brows pinch further together the longer you stare at him, further reminding you of his canine counterpart. There’s this flutter in your tummy, the butterflies that have long since taken residence awaken fluttering about and fanning a flame that is slowly growing, traveling to your face and warming your cheeks. Stupid heart, stupid butterlies, stupid Jungkook and his big stupid beautiful eyes, you curse mentally finally ripping your gaze away from his. It’s all a little too much, so your best course of action is going to class early, you decide standing and making to leave only for his grip on your hand to tighten, one that you had forgotten about.

“Gimme a kiss.” he says around a smirk, it heats your cheeks further as you work to calm the rapid beat of your stupid heart as it bangs against your ribs. You’re almost expecting for your chest to burst open or your heart to spontaneously combust. Luckily neither of those happen as Jungkook leans in close pressing a soft peck to your lips before moving to deepen it. He’s gentle in coaxing your lips apart, much better than your first kiss, taking his time tasting you as he always does...at first. He’s squeezing one of your tight clad thighs in his big hands, a sigh almost slipping past your lips as the warmth of his palm sinks through the material. You pull away abruptly, eyelids fluttering before blinking a few times to clear the sudden haze that clouds your vision. Next to you Jungkook is whining trying his hardest to pull you back in for another kiss, that sly dog.

“I’ll see you later.” you say pressing one last barely there kiss to the corner of his mouth, almost tripping over the threshold on your way out. His gaze follows your figure until you turn the corner disappearing from his sight. He sighs heavily, it’s laced with undertones of fatigue as he reaches for your unfinished frappe.

“You guys are gross.” Yoongi breathes, taking a seat opposite Jungkook. Jimin takes your seat, as Taehyung and Hoseok follow. Hoseok takes the empty seat beside Yoongi while Taehyung pulls up a chair from a neighboring table.

“You’re just jealous my girlfriend is hotter than yours.”

“Sure kid, you go ahead and believe that.” he almost sneers.

“Why are you here so early?” Jimin asks steering the conversation away from girlfriends for now. He’s yawning suddenly, reminded of how little sleep he’s gotten today, school was the worst.

“I came with ____, can’t have her coming all alone y’know.”

“Isn't your first class at the same time as her last?” Yoongi chimes in before asking Taehyung to get him an Americano as the younger man walks over to the counter.

“Yeah, and what?” he sniffs a little defensively.

“It was just a question.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Don’t you and your satan spawn of a twin share all your classes with ____?”

“No, we have classes together Tuesdays through thursdays.” he supplies easily, leaning back in the chair.

“Why not all week?” Hoseok asks in a tone filled with genuine curiosity.

“Monday and Fridays are the hardest days to get out of bed, duh.” he says almost matter of factly and they have to agree with Yoongi on this one. Monday is truly the worst day of the week, though it's now that Jungkook notices the absence of the previously mentioned satan’s spawn. He almost bristles, thinking that Yoonji might be out there somewhere harassing his sweet little girlfriend.

*

You scream, startled by the sudden weight that presses itself to you, a giggle like purr filling your ears before you relax. Yoonji’s hair brushes your cheeks softly, her arms wrapping around your frame and you squeak at the feel of her hand cupping your chest through the hoodie you wear. It’s a usual occurrence, though no less embarrassing as she continues to snuggle closer to you.

“Did your boobs get bigger?” she asks nose nudging against the soft pudge of your cheek, you know she’s scenting you, her way of messing with Jungkook later when she can’t physically be there.

“No, please stop.” you sigh, feeling a gentle squeeze followed by a soft breathy moan, heat erupting across your cheeks in embarrassment. She snickers giving your ample chest one last squeeze before finally moving away. She falls in step with you, walking along the path, snow crunching underfoot before moving to speak again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you like about Jungkook? I mean sure he’s great, not really, and all but really what is it? Is it his dick game because other than you I don't really think he’s ever been with anyone else.” She asks stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to stave off the slight chill that has zapped all the warmth from her fingers. There’s a brief pause in her thoughts as she wonders if Jungkook uses your impressive rack as the natural hand warmers they are, the lucky bastard she thinks with a scowl.

“I don't know, all of him.”

“That’s too vague an answer, like if I were to ask him what do you think he’d say he likes about you?”

“That I’m just so cute.” you answer almost immediately hands cupping your cheeks as if to further prove that you are in fact cute. The scrunch to her nose is adorable, squishing her already delicate features, as you smile softly at her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Not that cute, but to each their own I guess. I’ll see you later yeah?” she asks, turning on her heel to walk in the direction you had just come from.

“I’ll be there.” You call after her watching as she raises a single hand to show you she’d heard you.

*

Yoonji is sliding onto Hoseok’s lap with all the grace of the satan spawn she is, easily wrapping a single arm around his neck and taking a sip from your abandoned frappe. She hums around the straw gaze trained on Jungkook’s bewildered expression, it brings her immense pleasure to see him so distressed.

“Why are you here and what do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook asks, snatching the drink back.

“It was only a sip you’re overacting, besides it’s mostly water now anyways.” She scoffs feeling Hoseok wrap his arms tighter around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You don’t understand, now my poor ____ has indirectly kissed you. She’s been tainted by your nasty germs, Hobi do something!” Jungkook whines cheeks flushing an unhealthy shade of red, it’s almost endearing how childlike that is of him.

“I don’t think I can do anything, since it’s already happened.” He replies easily long since used to antics and strange rivalry between his girlfriend and Jungkook. Yoonji licks her lips mischievously snickering before shooting a somewhat sultry gaze at Jungkook.

“Hmm, can I ask you something Junglebook?” she says.

“No, in fact I would very much enjoy it if you never spoke again. Yoongi how did the two of you share a womb?”

“I don't know, it just happened, what were you saying Yoonji?”

“It’s not my fault you prefer the fossil over there over me. I’m literally amazing, anyways what do you like about ____?” she asks, ignoring Yoongi’s muttering and the somewhat awkward silence that has settled over the table. Jungkook to his credit doesn't blow this out of proportion as he usually does, so she watches as he sits quietly hands wrapped around the cup. This time there’s a slow flush of color flooding his cheeks, it’s kind of cute in a weird ugly kind of way. It’s not like she found Jungkook particularly attractive, but she guesses she could, maybe if the boy next door was her type.

“I don’t know, she’s just really cute, she looks tiny compared to me, and I don't know, all of her?” the flush has spread to his neck and ears, a look she has to say she’s never witnessed before. Again cute in a gag her romcom kind of way, she would be sick if you hadn't already prepared her for his answer. She still fakes a gag either way destroying the warm bubble he’d created with all his mushy sappy feelings.

“You’re so lame, no wonder you didn't have friends in high school.” she laughs before planting a kiss to Hoseok’s cheek.

“You guys were my friends in high school.” he says, brows pinched together an ugly glare directed at Yoonji who has begun ignoring everyone, so that she can whisper to Hoseok.

“Ignoring Satan and the literal walking ball of sun, what are you doing for Valentine’s day?” Yoongi asks, sounding mildly irritated at the topic he himself has brought up.

“That’s like two weeks away, what does it have to do with us singles?” Jimin laughs resting his chin in an open palm.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have plans.”

“Valentine’s day is for girls, and again I’m single what would that do?”

“What are you doing for Valentines day Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, turning his gaze to Jungkook who has sat silently from the start. The expression he wears is of confusion, brows pinched as if he were sitting in on a pack meeting full of boomers that didn't understand the world of today.

“Jungkook?” Jimin says catching Jungkook’s attention.

“What is that?” he asks timidly, again silence settles over the group all of them wearing a different expression. It’s broken by Yoonji who literally looks like the cat who ate the canary, it’s truly disgusting and he wishes he never has to see it again.

“Are you serious, you don't know what Valentine’s day is.” she snickers, a little too happily for Jungkook who remains just as confused as he had been before.

"Your girlfriend is human." Jimin says just as unhelpful.

"She's a witch, not a human." he reminds them.

“Witch still lands on the human side of the spectrum.” The conversation is going in circles, he thinks feeling irritation creep into him at the way they all continue to discuss your race.

“Can we please keep this conversation moving? What is Valentines day?” he asks, letting just a tiny bit of irritation seep into his tone.

“It’s a human holiday, made for couples to celebrate love.” Taehyung says, adding to the conversation for the first time this morning and suddenly reminding everyone of his presence. He shrugs off their stare, instead gathering his things and leaving them just as easily as he had joined the conversation.

“Why is a human holiday so important all of a sudden? It isn’t anything like the summer solstice right?” Yoonji looks more and more amused the longer they stay on the topic, lips curling upward into a smile that is both haunting and sort of breathtaking in a sinister steal your soul kind of way. He shivers, deciding then that he’ll pray to the moon goddess for Hoseok’s sanity.

“God you really are out of the loop, poor doggy.” Yoonji laughs sliding into the vacant chair but making sure it’s pressed as close to Hoseok as possible.

“Hoseok, please.” Jungkook breathes, maybe it’s the fatigue that is allowing Yoonji to annoy him quicker than usual or maybe she’s just testing his patience more than usual. Either way he’s distracted by Jimin clearing his throat, always playing the peacekeeper.

“You’re right, it isn't like the summer solstice but for some reason the girls like it. I think humans traditionally give chocolate, small gifts, or do other romantic couple things. This is usually the day most people confess feelings to someone, it’s actually really popular nowadays. I think even my parents celebrate valentine's day.” Jimin says the last bit more to himself than to the others.

“Wait, so do you guys give girls chocolate?” he asks, genuinely interested.

“No, I’ve had people give me friendship chocolate before.” Jungkook can’t seem to wrap his head around the whole chocolate thing at least not right now. Still he wonders if you would like to receive a gift from him. He listens intently as Yoongi and Hoseok talk about a course they’re taking seemingly having forgotten the prior conversation with the departure of Yoonji and Jimin who share an astronomy class.

*

He’s not forgotten about the conversation later that week while he sits on Jin's couch killing time before he goes home after all you texted him earlier saying that you’d be studying in the library and not to wait up. Jin had been filling him in on the show that’s been playing for the last two hours, one based on eight individuals who all share a birthday and somehow a weird mental connection. Truth be told Jungkook has been staring listlessly at the screen the colors long since blurred as his eyes have lost focus, hazy blobs moving this way and that. The sound has been drowned out almost as if the volume has been turned down while he thinks.

“- Riley to me is the least useful of the cluster, don’t you think?” Jin asks, Jungkook hums along not really hearing what his friend has said.

“Whispers isn’t really a bad guy, and neither is Rajan’s dad, right?” he says this time watching intently as Jungkook hums again leaning further into the couch.

“Jungkook, seriously you aren’t even watching it.”

“I am, Sun is in prison and Joongki must die.” he mutters, blinking a few times before turning his gaze to meet Jin’s.

“What’s wrong, if you’re tired you should go home and get some sleep.” Jin huffs leaning back into the recliner.

“Not tired, just thinking.” he says unconvincingly around a yawn that stretches his mouth a little too wide, suddenly reminding Jin of a lion. They sit in the relative silence for a brief moment, the sounds of another fight scene playing in the background drags Jin’s gaze back to the TV.

“What are you doing for valentines day?” he finally asks, he feels his lips twitch at the way Jin is quick to pause the show.

“Why? Are you going to tell me how much you love me?”

“No, it’s just my first time hearing about it.” he mumbles pouting slightly. Jin wonders how this boy was going to lead a pack when he’s such a child, then again he doesn’t understand werewolf hierarchy all too well.

“Are you planning to celebrate it?” Jungkook stills, once again wondering if you would be happy to receive chocolate as the others had mentioned.

“I don't know maybe, do you think ____ would like it?” Jin can hear the uncertainty in Jungkook’s voice, and for some odd reason he wants to laugh. He shouldn't because it’s rare for Jungkook to really share his feelings with someone that isn't you. Instead he asks himself the same question, would you be happy if Jungkook gave you a gift. It’s hard to imagine with you being reserved and all, but he thinks that you might, if it was behind closed doors in the safety of your own home.

“Yeah, I think she would.” And his answer is worth it he thinks as he watches the way Jungkook’s eyes twinkle with determination at the prospect of surprising you. When Jungkook goes home that night he spends a little too much time doing what he calls ‘research’ completely ignoring the course work that sits beside his laptop on his desk.

*

The weekend has come again and Jungkook is more than tired between school, and trying to find the best kind of gift he’s stumped and a little miserable. It had snowed again, covering the roads that had already been cleared, what’s more is that you have virtually moved into the library the last week. He’s seen less of you in the past week than he has his whole life, which just makes him more irritable as he drags himself out of bed, hoping, no, praying that you are home today. It’s Saturday after all, and you should be here in bed cuddling him, but you aren’t so he thinks you might be in the sunroom again brewing more potions. He finds it empty, not a single sign that you had been there at all by now he’s beginning to worry.

Slowly he pads back down the hall stopping briefly when he catches a soft almost muted sigh. He recognizes it almost instantly, his gaze falling to the couch as he rounds it to find you curled up underneath a thin lap blanket. You look so comfortable he doesn’t have the heart to move you, so instead he opts for something a little different. Jungkook is quick to leave returning with a heavier blanket and a pillow before he’s slipping his body into the tiny crevice you’ve left between your body and the back of the couch. He’s almost sighing at the way you unconsciously snuggle closer to his warm, he pulls you in closer, tucking your body as close to him as possible but also keeping you both comfortable in the limited space. His eyelids begin to flutter, the past weeks exhausting catching up with him now that he’s found ultimate comfort with you.

When Jungkook wakes again he’s on his back, his pinky finger just barely skimming the sliver of skin exposed by the way your shirt has ridden up. You’ve yet to awaken, brows furrowed in your sleep, your face relaxes when he nuzzles the crown of your head. He cherishes these quiet moments, not that he didn't all the others but these were his favorite. Enjoyed the naturalness of it all, like this you weren’t hiding from others, you weren’t reserved, you were just yourself and he liked that. He briefly wonders what time it might be, when he feels you begin to stur, it always starts off slow. You sigh softly a single puff of air leaving your nose, then you nuzzle into what would usually be your pillow but today it’s Jungkook’s chest, next comes the twitch of your fingers followed by the stretch of your arm, hand seeking the warmth that is usually Jungkook beside you. Instead your hands tangle in the softness of the blanket pulling it closer softly knocking him on the chin as you snuggle into the comfort.

“____, baby it’s time to get up.” he murmurs voice husky from disuse.

“Don’t wanna.”

“Gotta make us some breakfast.” he sighs feeling you shift further before you sit up, your eyes are half lidded, hair mused. The long sleeve your wear is slipping off one of your shoulders, you’re blinking sluggishly, gaze still unfocused but at least you're awake now. His hands find purchase on your thighs, squeezing them slightly so that your gaze meets his.

“You awake yet baby? Need some help?” he asks watching the way you frown down at him before shaking your head, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. His heart squeezes in his chest, a slow heat swirling low in his belly the longer you straddle him. You shift your weight as you stretch, back arched in a way that pulls his gaze to your chest, through the thin material he can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples. There’s a twitch of his fingers as he restrains himself from feeling the soft weight of them in his palms, but there are other things troubling him at the moment. Mostly the way he can feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of panties as you settle more of your weight on his crotch.

“Breakfast?” you ask, the single word is enough to drag his thoughts back to something fluffy, something softer, less deprived. He squeezes at your thighs again sitting up to press a kiss to your cheek before sliding you off his lap and intertwining your fingers as you follow him to the bathroom.

Jungkook is humming as he sways at the stove chuckling as you squeeze your arms tighter around his waist when he stops swaying. It’s odd for you to be this openly affectionate, even here in the safety of your home mostly because he likes to take advantage of the situations persuading you to do things he would rather keep to himself. Still he can’t say he isn't enjoying himself, at least he was until he hears the door fly open and the telltale muttering of one Min insufferable Yoonji. Your grip tightens further as you press yourself closer almost as if you’re trying to hide from her, but that doesn't make sense, as much as he hates to admit it you two are super close.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and just her tone makes him pause.

“Making breakfast.” he replies before he hears a scoff.

“I wasn't talking to you Junglebook, ____ what are you doing, you were supposed to meet me three hours ago.” she sighs as you whine pathetically against Jungkook’s back rubbing your face into the soft material of his shirt.

“I can’t hear you.”

“M’tired, don't wanna go.” you cry and Jungkook feels heat rush to his cheeks at the tone you use, it reminds him of the way you sound when he’s balls deep in you. He really shouldn't be thinking of that, especially not with that thing you call your best friend around.

“This was your decision, I’m just there for moral support. Now let's go before I catch whatever disease Jungkook carries.” she sniffs, narrowing her eyes when you don’t budge.

“Can’t you at least let her eat breakfast before you drag her away?” Jungkook asks, moving the grilled cheese to the cooling rack glaring at Yoonji over his shoulder. She sighs heavily but silently agrees as she takes a seat at the kitchen island. He can hear the clicks of her keyboard as she typed something into her phone followed by the swoosh of her message being sent. Briefly, and just briefly he wondered who the hell would want to talk to her so damn early. Though he can’t really call afternoon early now can he.

*

You look sleepy when you’re finally ready to leave after having eaten your weight in bread, cheese, and butter, a look he absolutely adores. Yoonji is standing in the open door typing on her phone again, ignoring the flowery atmosphere that blankets the two of you like some cliche shoujo manga. The way you smile up at him makes his heart flutter, a pleasant wave of warm slowly makes its way through his body as you hug him and he’s planting a kiss to the crown of your head not so subtly scent marking you. It’s only when Yoonji makes an exasperated sound do you two pull away.

“See you later, be safe.” he says smiling in a way that makes your tummy flutter.

“I will.” you almost sigh before Yoonji glares at him once more and pulls you along. With you gone, he has nothing else to do than to look through the possible gifts options he’d bookmarked. There’s so many things to chose from, gourmet chocolates, edible arrangements, teddy bears, flowers, jewelry, spa days, sex? It’s all so much, he’s saved so many links it’s a folder that he’s pinned to his bookmarks bar on his search engine. Maybe he should ask for help, Yoonji wouldn’t help him even if he asked nicely while on his knees, but perhaps Yoongi and Seokjin would. He has to take that chance, and pray to the moon goddess that they’ll offer their insight.

*

“I can’t help you.” Yoongi says after Jungkook has gathered the most reliable of his friends.

“Why not?”

“Prior engagements, and this if your girlfriend. You should know what she’d like, let me know what you go with.” he says, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck and leaving the oldest and the youngest together.

“Jin please tell me you’ll be more helpful than Yoongi.” he whines, and Seokjin takes pity on him because as much as he hates to say it, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I can try but it really depends on what you think ____ would like the best.” Jungkook beams at Jin’s willingness to help even if he doesn’t promise anything. He’s quick to pull open his laptop, opening one too many links that have both their heads spinning. Jungkook’s because he’s just so excited to surprise you and Jin is mostly amazed at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness. He switches through tabs, scanning over the things Jungkook has chosen, truth be told he’s not sure if any material items would be any good. He also doesn't like the ridiculous price listed beside the edible arrangements and gourmet chocolates, absolutely gawks at the price next to the jewelry. It’s not like Seokjin doesn’t know what kind of family Jungkook comes from, sure werewolves were a dime a dozen but not Jungkook, he was from one of the founding packs and in being so he was more than well off and that came from a literal prince of the sea such as himself. Still he wonders what kind of craftsmanship could be worth that much, or did Jungkook not care about price? He wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity that is the younger and his lack of care for things such as this, but he supposes that was where he came in.

“What did you have in mind?” Jin asks hesitantly, almost dreading the conversation.

“I don’t know a little of everything.” Jungkook answers sheepishly.

“A bit of everything.” Jin repeats already appalled at the idea. “Maybe you should stick to one, how about flowers?”

“____, do you think she’ll like them?”

“I don't know, i’m sure she’ll be able to use them in her potions.”

“Nevermind, not flowers. Then maybe jewelry?”

“Does ____ wear jewelry?”

“Not really, she doesn’t like being too flashy.” he mumbles.

“What about chocolate?” Jin finally asks, skipping over all the other options for fear of prolonging this dreadful conversation.

“That’s perfect, I should order it right now.” he beams, reaching for the laptop in Seokjin’s grapes but coming up empty when Jin scoots away from him.

“Or, and this is just a thought, but why don’t you make it yourself?” it’s posed as a question, though to Jungkook it sounds more like a statement, a suggestion if you will. One that he doesn’t think sounds too bad after all how hard can making chocolate be? He smiles at Jin, in a way that lets Jin know that it’s finally over. But boy was he in for a trip.

Jungkook had dragged Jin to the closest supermarket, throwing every bar of chocolate into the cart that he could find, even including other ingredients. After the supermarket they’d gone to a craft store for silicone molds, he’d even stopped at a small variety store for what he called cuter molds, because the ones from the craft store were too plain. Truth be told Jin wasn’t too sure what Jungkook would do with all that he had purchased but he knew he’d find some adequate guinea pigs for Jungkook. The younger thanks him with a meal followed by a brief goodbye before heading home to start the process of chocolate making.

As it turns out chocolate making isn’t too hard, but there’s something unsatisfying about melting premade chocolate and filling molds. It’s okay Jungkook supposes as he demolds yet another batch of half strawberry half milk chocolate rilakkuma molds. There are a few more trays of chocolates, some have pocky others have nuts but he’s still dissatisfied paying no mind to them as he dumps the finished chocolates into a tupperware instead of the box he’s intended to pack them in. This was supposed to be a test run, a successful one if they asked him but one that left him thinking that it wouldn't be enough. He heaves a heavy sigh as he finishes pulling the chocolate from the molds, moving to seal the tupperware that held them.

He’s decided then as he’s stacking the containers in a canvas bag that he’s going to Jin’s again he needs more help, but before that he needs to clean up so that you won't come home to this mess. He also doesn't want to risk you finding out what he’s planned as a surprise, he’s so focused on the task at hand he doesn't hear the door. Much less the way you and Yoonji speak animatedly as you make your way further into the house.

“Jungkook what’s this?” you ask giggling the slightest as he flinches at the gentle hand you place on his shoulder. His shock is quickly replaced by something gentle, something that has your brow furrowing. Maybe it’s the way he widens his eyes as he turns his body to face you properly, he used to do this a lot when he was trying to hide something from you back when you were kids. This faux innocent look got him in more trouble than you can remember and you don't like it, especially now.

“Hey baby, I didn't know you’d be home so soon.” he says wrapping you up in a hug. You squirm in his hold trying in vain to get him to loosen his hold on you, which makes you all the more suspicious of what he might be hiding.

“Jungkook, please.” you murmur a little confused as he continues to evade your question from earlier.

“I’m going to Jin’s for a bit. I'll be back with some take out is that okay?” he says instead grabbing the bag and heading for the door. You stare after he’s gone, a little more than confused at what has just transpired.

“Is he going to bring enough for three?” Yoonji asks from her place on the couch the tv playing a reality show you don’t particularly enjoy.

*

“Why is Hermione always out of breath? It’s like she’s always on the brink of hyperventilating in every scene.” Yoongi asks as he sits beside Jin, a half confused half annoyed expression sitting pretty on his face. To his credit at least he isn't hyper analyzing other aspects of the film, ones that he knows are a lot more pressing than Hermione’s inability to catch her breath. So you would imagine how relieved he is to get the door after a series of knocks, even more relieved to see Jungkook if only for a moment. Jungkook to his credit doesn't look any less different than he did earlier in the day, in fact he looks normal? Maybe he should be worried that Jungkook looks significantly less excited than he was mere hours ago. Jungkook thrusts the bag at Jin before throwing his weight down on the couch beside a very amused Yoongi.

“What is this?” Jin asks, a little too hesitant before recognizing his ‘como se llama’ eco friendly bag.

“Chocolate.” he answers quickly but a little too quietly while Yoongi perks up at the prospect of free candy.

“I thought you said you didn't have my bag,” Jin says pulling out one too many containers “are these my tupperware?” Jungkook remains silent, gaze settled on the tv as Yoongi pulls open one of the tupperware.

“What’s with all the chocolate, kinda cutesy don’t you think?” Yoongi comments offhandedly popping a few pieces into his mouth with a hum.

“They were for ____.” Yoongi pauses mid chew, turning his attention to the younger.

“Why would you give us candy meant for your girlfriend?” he asks around a mouthful of strawberry chocolate hearts.

“It was practice, I didn’t wanna give her homemade chocolates after all.” he sighs, turning his gaze to Jin who still stands beside Yoongi who continues to eat the chocolate.

“Do you have a backup plan?” Jin’s gaze falls to Yoongi who posed the question, he’s glad he wasn't the one who asked. He watches in a weird mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook’s eyes glaze over before he whines.

“No,” he all but sobs looking up at Jin with a tremble to his lip “what if ____ hates me because i didn't give her anything.” It’s so hard to hold in his laughter, Jungkook was being a little dramatic.

“There are other things you can make besides chocolate y’know.” Yoongi sighs, setting the bowl on the coffee table and finally pausing the movie after all he really likes the scene where Harry realizes the patronus he saw was his own.

“Why not bake her something, there are plenty of pastries that use chocolate.” he offers, ignoring the way both Jungkook and Jin gawk at him.

“Is hell freezing over, are you actually offering to help?” Jin gasps a little too dramatically, it makes Yoongi scowl.

“No, you ugly I won't be helping but I might know someone who can.” beside him Jungkook makes a choking noise, one that has both of them casting their gaze in his direction.

“Thank you so much Yoongi, I’ll give you my first born.”

“Keep it, I’ll have enough of my own.” he says, scrunching his nose at the thought of Jungkook’s kids. Jin on the other hand is grumbling at the level of disrespect from a solid 8 when he was in fact a 10, a 10!

“Go home, I’ll text you the information later.” he sighs trying to pacify Jin who continues to list all that makes him a 10 and Yoongi an 8. He does as he’s told, trying his best to slip out so as not to be lumped in with Yoongi even though he was feeling grateful for his hyung. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he’s scowling down at the sole message that lights up his screen.

my moon ♡

➣ don’t forget the takeout, plus extra Yoonji is here :)

He supposes he can deal with Satan just this once, he’s got a good feeling about this.

*

Jungkook is feeling overwhelmed to say the least, it’s Wednesday and he’s suddenly swamped with course work. To add insult to injury he hasn’t heard a single word from Yoongi who has also somehow gone missing for the last three days following their conversation over the weekend. He’s so tired he’s thinking of skipping his only class for tomorrow, what’s worse is that valentine's day is a week and a half away now and he’s still very much at square one. Luckily he’s at home so he’s free to let out a tear or two of pure frustration, he curses Yoongi for lying to him. What's worse was that he played nice with the she-demon too! Maybe he’s overreacting, there are worse things than not having giving you a gift for some stupid human holiday. Still though, he wanted to make this one memorable, even if it ended up being the only one you celebrated together. Hell you aren’t even here, he’s sure you’re doing it on purpose now.

How much extra credit could one person need, especially when you were one of the top students in your field. If push came to shove he would drag you back if he had too, but right now he just wants to curl up and pretend he didn't care about this stupid holiday. It would seem though that the universe won’t let him throw a pity party because as soon as his eyes fall shut there’s a knock at the door. He ignores it at first hoping it’s just one of his friends and they’ll leave if he doesn’t make a sound. He shouldn't have bet on it, when the knocks continue. It’s funny how urgent they sound, but really he just wants to be left alone. Still he groans, dragging himself off the couch and shuffling to the door with a scowl. The door swings open as he readies to spit nasty words at whoever has interrupted him only to catch a faint whiff of apples. His gaze falls to someone just a head shorter than him, a woman, one he doesn’t recognize.

“Can I help you?” he asks, feeling the chill of the air nip at his nose as he takes a deep breath, catching the scent of a prey shifter species.

“I um, well, are you um, are you Jungkook?” she asks, her gaze easily meeting anything else except his own as he stares. He’s sizing her up, not in a scummy way of course, how could he when he had you, but he doesn't recognize her at all. Nor does her scent smell familiar so he really can't place how he would know her.

“Yes, and you are?” he finally says watching as her nerves seem to settle the slightest, though her heart is still beating a little too loudly for his liking.

“I’m Bunny, Yoongi said you would be expecting me?” she offers up easily though it’s almost a whisper. His features twist into something of confusion, Yoongi said what now? That damned cat had gone MIA, surely this was a prank or something.

“How do you know Yoongi?” He asks instead, watching a shade of rose color the light olive of her cheeks.

“We’re dating.” she mumbles bashfully clenching her hands at her side. Suddenly he recalls pestering Yoongi into letting them meet his girlfriend, and the former almost immediately putting his foot down in a firm no. So really is he at fault he didn't recognize Yoongi’s girlfriend, someone he has never met, until today that is.

“Oh, you’re that Bunny!” he almost howls watching as she flinches at the sheer volume of it. It’s cute really, he takes back what he said about her not being as hot as you, though you will always be number one in his book.

“Yeah, did Yoongi not tell you that I would be here today?”

“I don't think so.” he answers easily, watching the way she scowls more to herself than him, as she pulls her phone out and presses it to her ear.

“You didn't tell him I would be here?” Bunny says after a brief moment. He can slightly hear what he assumes is Yoongi’s voice though it's more muffled than anything.

“But Yoonie you said you would tell him. No, I was on time. Are you sure you texted him? Yoongi! Okay, you owe me big time. Promise? Okay, love you.” she finishes hanging up with a sigh, the rose on her cheeks is darker bordering more on red now.

“Sorry about that, Yoongi was supposed to send you my schedule. He said you needed help with baking a pastry?” she says with a smile sweetly at him.

“Wait, you're the someone he knows?” she tilts her head slightly brows furrowed at his words.

“I guess I am, can I come in or is this a bad time?” He’s quick to step aside, showing her to the living room and offering her something to drink. It’s odd to be alone with another woman, one who is very much not single but still weird since he’s never done it before. It’s almost off putting, so much so he feels a growl building in his chest. He really shouldn't be so guarded, especially when she is harmless and seems to have no ill intentions. He’s placing a cup of tea before her taking the seat adjacent to her as she smiles warmly at him.

“So what did you have in mind?” she asks, not unkindly pulling a notepad from her bag and resting it in her lap while she waits for his answer.

“I’m not entirely sure, I just know it has to be something with chocolate.”

“That narrows it down a bit, do you want something more elegant or simplistic?”

“Simplistic, my girlfriend doesn’t like things that are too flashy.” he sighs thinking of you and the easy smile you give him when you're eating sweets. It eases his nerves the slightest, as Bunny takes note of this.

“This almost seems like a therapy session, what with you sitting here taking notes and all.” he says to break the gentle scritch scratch sound of her pen on paper. She pauses, a small hesitant smile on her lips as she moves to meet his gaze.

“Truth be told I’m a little nervous, you’re aura is a little intimidating.” she chuckles, grip tightening on her pen. He can see the reasoning behind her words after all werewolves very rarely interacted out of their species even amongst the supernatural.

“You shouldn’t be, I’m house trained after all.” he’s amused as a flurry of giggles flee her being, and she tries in vain to stifle them. After that she seems to relax, easy narrowing down their options to a devil's food cake or a chocolate tart. He likes the idea of a tart so it’s with a little glee that he makes his decision.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time and we can get started.” she says as she gathers her belongings while he shows her out. He’s excited to say the least a little more than he was when he was with the chocolate. So he guesses that in the end Yoongi was a least a little helpful.

*

True to her word Bunny is at his door at the same time as the previous day and Jungkook is more than happy to let her in, even taking some of the shopping bags out of her hand. He isn’t quite sure how he’ll do, but he is confident in his ability to try. After her departure and a stressful amount of time spent doing school work you had come home, sans Yoonji of course and you’d cuddled before he’d made the two of you a light dinner. Even after he’d spent too many hours reading over a single chocolate tart recipe, so much so he probably knew it by heart.

“I brought enough ingredients to make room for trial and error. You don’t have to be good at it from the get go, just follow the recipe okay?” she says in a voice that is oddly calming, he wonders briefly if she uses it on Yoongi. He nods his head in confirmation tying an apron around his waist as she does the same. She’s quick to take the reins, directing him in the tasks, and helping him when he asks for it. She says that they’ll be working in pieces, cutting the recipe in half for now as she whisks the ice water and egg yolk while Jungkook mixes the dry ingredients with butter.

“Making the dough is easy, the baking part is what usually takes a while to get right. I’m sure you’ll do fine, after all Yoongi has told me you’re a great cook.” she offers still whisking the egg and water.

“This is actually my first time baking in a while, I’ve found that I’m not that good at it.” he laughs.

“Really, your girlfriend must be very special. It’s actually kind of romantic.” He offers her a smile as they move to the next step. As it turns out Bunny is a very good teacher, helpful and patient when Jungkook thinks he might’ve messed up the dough. He learns that she’s studying to be a preschool teacher, and that one day she hopes to have a litter of her own. A soft rouge settles on her cheeks after she had divulged that tidbit of information before she asks him what his course of study is and his dreams for the future. The dough is now chilling in the refrigerator as they wait, so he supposes he can indulge her if only a bit.

“I’m doing pack management, an easy degree for someone like me.”

“Yoongi said you were loaded and I didn't believe him, but i guess it’s true.” she laughs.

“I guess that’s one way to look at it, I just want to be a good Alpha.”

“How about pups? Do you want any?”

“Of course, I want a whole pack full of my pups. I just have to marry my mate first.” She seems to perk up at this, a smile splitting her features.

“Marriage, have you asked her yet?” she asks a little too giddy for his liking but he feels a blush color his cheeks regardless.

“Not yet, I don’t think it’s the right time.” She nods her head in understanding, before pressing him for any dirt he has on Yoongi. All in all the first lesson goes smoothly, well except for the fact that he over cooks one of the tart shells and burns the other. She reminds him that there is still room for improvement, which somehow settles his nerves. He agrees with her after all there are still nine days left before the 14th.

*

He manages to get the tart shell perfect seven days before valentine’s day, which means he has a week to learn how to make the filing and how to put it all together. He’s feeling a little more stressed than usual with midterms coming up and your virtual lack of presence over the last few days. Really he’s starting to wonder just what is keeping you away from home all these days especially when you easily redirect his attention any time he asks. Maybe he’s overthinking it, it could really just be school work. He’s hissing, as the knife he’s using to chop the semi sweet chocolate slices through his middle finger. Luckily for him Bunny is quick to usher him away from the island and towards the sink. She wraps a bandage around his cut offering him a rubber glove to cover his bandaged hand before she wipes down the blood that had leaked onto the counter.

“Are you okay?” she asks a little too hesitantly for someone who he has become quick friends with.

“Yeah, I was just stuck in my thoughts.”

“We can always take a break, we have time.” She reminds him again, moving to clean up before leaving him alone and saying that he deserves a break from not only school but baking too. With Bunny gone he has some time to himself, time to think, to cool down and let his rational mind take control of the rampant nasty thoughts rearing their ugly little heads. To his credit he’s never once thought that you would cheat on him, it just wasn't in your personality to do so. He knew that you wouldn’t, but he really can't help letting his head tell him otherwise. Still he would know if you were, his wolf would feel it and he’s yet to cause a commotion. He decides then that he’s overthinking it, there’s a high chance that you’re just off doing god knows what with Yoonji. He doesn’t like that either but it’s still better than what the little voice in his head is saying.

*

Five days from Valentine's Day, he and Bunny are making the filing for the tart. He’s once again chopping semi-sweet chocolate listening to her as she tells him the next step. She’s made the tart shells beforehand so it would be easier on him so as to relieve some of the pressure for a perfect tart. He’d thanked her for the consideration when she’d arrived, which led to now as he combined heavy cream, milk heating to a low simmer before he mixed in the chopped semi sweet chocolate. He added sugar and watched as Bunny beat the eggs needed to finish the filing. The only thing left to do was stir the eggs into the chocolate mixture before pouring it into the tart shell and baking it again. With a timer they set out to clean up, before Bunny excuses herself telling him to try the tart with some friends and if he needed any further help she was only a phone call away. With her departure he’s quick to call up Jimin and Taehyung asking them rather cryptically if they wanted to come over. To his surprise they showed up rather quickly and they brought Namjoon along.

“Smells good in here.” Jimin comments.

“Really good, what are you making?” Taehyung adds.

“Are you baking?” Namjoon asks, catching the attention of the other two.

“I am, don’t tell ____. I need you to taste test it for me.” he says quickly, moving to run his fingers through his hair as his nerves kick in again.

“Cool.” Taehyung laughs, throwing his weight down on the couch before turning the TV on to show with a female assassin who’s in love with a woman from MI6. Jungkook gnaws on his lip as he watches from the kitchen, silence falls over the four of them as they watch the events unfold on screen. Jungkook is surprised at Taehyung's choice, mostly because he very rarely enjoys anything the former recommends. Since he prefers shows he can use as background noise that he doesn't have to pay much attention to. But this one is good, it’s interesting enough he barely hears the timer go off. None of the others move, gaze trained on the show as the blonde assassin plays a prank on her retainer. He likes the relationship between the retainer and the assassin, in fact he likes them a lot more than the lady from mi6. The tart is warm in his oven mitted hand, and smells amazing if he does say so himself. The shell is golden brown and the filing looks just as beautiful as he’d seen in the pictures. But he’s still not in the clear just yet, he still needs his taste testers to give him the green light.

The nervous flutter of butterflies has returned, swirling in the low of his belly as he leaves the tart to cool. He’s gone back to gnawing on his lip, thoughts running rampant that maybe it won’t be good enough, perhaps Bunny had been lying to him, maybe this would be a disaster. He tastes blood, the skin of his inner lip torn open by all the anxious gnawing, he swipes his tongue over the wound letting the coppery taste linger the longer he sits in his pool of self imposed anxiousness. The sounds of the TV are muffled, the images blurring as his gaze grows unfocused the longer he sits and waits, there’s something about the waiting that gets to him. His gaze slowly falls to the tart as it cools to the side, his brows furrowing as he looks at it.

“Oh are you cutting it?” Jimin asks, gaze focused on Jungkook and the knife he holds in hand. He can barely manage a nod, watching just as silently as his friends crowd him at the counter as he cuts them all a slice. He doesn't wait for them to take a bite, watching his fork easily cut through the chocolate and the shell hearing the soft clink of the metal on ceramic. He slowly brings the fork to his lips, and when he finally takes a bite he almost weeps.

*

He wakes up to you snuggled into him, an arm and leg slung over his body to keep him close. To his surprise you don’t have anything to do that day you offer up when he asks what your plans for the day are. He tries to hide the way he freezes at your revelation, after all you’d both been busy leading up to today. Finally the holiday is here and he was ready to prepare your gift while you’re out but this has thrown him for a loop. He counts himself lucky that it’s a weekend before he shoots a text to Jin asking to borrow his kitchen and that he would be more than happy to offer compensation for said favor. Jin easily agrees, reminding him that if he wanted to use it he had to be there before five since he had a date. The real pain is having to leave you when he finally has you to himself, he has to physically force himself to leave you alone with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to be back early.

Time seems to fly by, because when he finally reaches Jin’s after what he thought was a quick trip to the supermarket the sun hangs lower in the sky than when he’d left. Jin greets him at the door, as he comes through bags in hand, before he rushes to the kitchen. To his surprise Namjoon is here, and he offers a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, taking note of the way Namjoon is dressed up.

“Jin and I have dates in the human realm, thought it’d be easier to catch a ride with him.” Namjoon says with a shrug.

“Aren’t you afraid of biting them?”

“You’d be surprised how many humans are into that.” Namjoon laughs, catching the look Jin gives him.

“Anyways, we have some time before we head out. I can help you if you need it.” Jin offers, tying an apron around his waist. Jungkook beams at the older, grateful for the help even though he’s determined to do all the work himself he’s more than happy his friends offer the help. The motions come easily, the dough and the filing are easy enough to do now after he has practiced. He makes a mental note to send Bunny a thank you gift and he supposes Yoongi too. Namjoon offers idle chit chat to fill the silence as he compliments the tart Jungkook had made all those days ago, saying how he’d been thinking about it often, he even goes far enough to say he would pay to have Jungkook make him one. The three of them laugh, Jin taking slight offence refusing to be upstaged by the youngest. Some odd hours later the tarts are done, one for you, one for Jin as thank you and one for Namjoon who looks more excited over the pastry than the date.

“Thanks for the tart, I hope she likes it.” Jin says as he locks his door leading Namjoon to his car. The drive home is a calming, classical music filling his ears as he lets his frenzied mind unwind. He thinks that he shouldn't be worried, he knows you and that is enough to finally calm the nervous flutter of butterflies in his tummy.

It would seem the butterflies have returned as Jungkook stands awkwardly on the porch, canvas bag in hand. His heart beats against his ribs too violently he’s afraid there’ll be bruising, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this nervous in his whole life, perhaps it’s the holiday, truly he isn��t quite sure. He recalls Jimin saying that Valentine’s Day was made to celebrate love, while Yoongi said it was capitalism but he liked the thought of celebrating love better. Jungkook was a sap like that, and what better way to celebrate love than to give you something that he’d worked hard to make to show you, his one and only how much you meant to him? It’s this thought that finally frees the butterflies, setting them free from the confines of his belly taking his nervousness with them. Still he takes a deep breath before he finally enters his home.

“Hey you’re here!” you beam at him from down the hall. He takes in the dress you wear, something loose and flowery but still form fitting enough it hugs all his favorite parts. His gaze however remains on the apron you wear, something frilly and cutesy he’s never seen before.

“I am, are you cooking?” he asks, unable to help the way his tone fluctuates the slightest on the last word. There’s this bashful smile spreading your lips, tugging them upward ever so slightly it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I am, come and sit I’m almost done.” he does as he’s told, taking in the absolutely decadent scent of food. You fuss over him, taking the bag from him and setting it gently on the counter. He’s seated at the table chin resting on an open palm watching you work. It’s nice he thinks, especially seeing you dressed up for something as simple as dinner. Still it’s a welcomed change, a sudden furrow settling on his brow as he remembers you aren’t a particularly good cook and as such usually refrain from doing so.

“Hey, where’d you learn to cook?” he asks.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, but if you must know I had Yoonji and Yoonji teach me how to make you something special.” you say shooting him a smirk over your shoulder, it stirs something in his belly something that he struggles to tamp down.

“Oh yeah, special occasion?” he teases with an easy smile.

“Just wanna spoil my man.”

“Hmm, lucky him, wonder where he’s at.” you gasp dramatically. Turning off the stove while pointing tongs at him.

“I do too, he’s very charming, cute smile, big, y'know all the things a girl likes?” she sighs as his cheeks pinken at the unexpected praise.

“You think I’m big?”

“Of course baby.” you simper, plating the food before cutting up the steak. He smirks as you saunter over placing the plate before him leaning up as you lean down to plant a soft kiss to his lips. He hums as you nibble at the skin of his lips, one of his hands moving to squeeze your hip before you pull away. You take your seat opposite of his, careful to remove the apron and setting it aside.

“Go ahead, dig in.” you say watching with rapt attention as he takes a bit of the steak and some greens. His gaze never leaves yours even as he takes a bite, letting the taste wash over his tongue. You smile so wide eyes sparkling as he groans, the savory bite of meat melts on his tongue, and he finally looks away.

“Oh god, what did they teach you?” he asks around a mouthful, quick to dig in as you giggle softly.

“Enough, Yoonji said you should be grateful she taught me well and that this was her one good deed for the year.” you laugh chewing the bite of steak. He nods his head, it seems he’ll be indebted to her.

“So this was the prior engagement Yoongi had mentioned.” he says more to himself than you.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, this is really good. My compliments to the chef.” He loves the way you smile at his compliments. The rest of dinner goes by much the same, the two of you exchanging teasing words in between bites and soon enough you're doing the dishes. You’re drying them as Jungkook rinses, resting comfortably close to one another when you spot the canvas bag that Jungkook had come home with.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask turning to look up at him taking the last dish from him to dry it.

“What bag?”

“The one you came home with, what’s in it?” you ask again as you dry your hands. He turns to see the bag, and suddenly he’s reminded of the tart.

“Oh, you go sit on the couch, it's a surprise.” he says spinning you in the direction of the couch smacking your ass playfully when you don’t budge. You flinch slightly as the mild sting, moving towards to take a seat on the couch as he says. It’s not long before he’s settling beside you as you look down at his hands to see a single slice of chocolate tart topped with whipped cream. Your brows furrow, lips twitching as you fight a smile.

“I made this for you, happy valentine’s day.” he says bashfully, chuckling softly when your gaze shoots up to meet his. 

“Jungkook, you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted too, besides it’s mostly self indulgent.” he whispers leaning into you to slot his lips against yours. He breathes in your sigh, tilting his head the slightest to deepen the kiss relishing in the taste of you before he pulls away.

“You taste like steak.” you giggle while he simply rests his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, well then I’d say we taste the same.” He pecks you once, twice, three times sighing when he finally pulls away taking the fork and bringing up a small portion of the tart to your lips. 

“Open up baby.” he breaths eyes half lidded watching intently as your lips part ever so slightly wrapping around the pastry teeth scraping over the fork to catch every last bit. The rich taste of the chocolate washes over your tongue. You moan slightly blinking sluggishly as you savor the taste of the creamy filling parting your lips for more. Jungkook's pants feel tight as he feeds you more, each bite you take is more painful as he finally lets his mind wander. Let’s himself think of all those nasty little things he’d been holding back for a little too long. 

“Need you baby.” he breathes, moving to take your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimper softly pressing yourself closer to him as much as you can. He’s quick to set the plate aside pulling you onto his lap, pulling you down by the hips so you can feel him press against you right where you need him. He swallows you gasp as he gently thrusts his hips up into you, teeth nipping at your lip again because he just needs to feel you. 

“Want you Kook, please.” you murmur against his lips as he slowly trails them to your jaw and neck. He hums hands squeezing your thighs with a muffled groan as he slides them under the hem of your skirt, finger slipping into the waistband of your panties and giving a swift tug. 

“Want these off baby.” you nod eagerly shakily sliding off his lap to quickly pull them off as he rids himself of his pants and boxers. His hands find your thighs again, squeezing as he pulls you to straddle his lap once more. Your fingers knot themselves in his hair, tugging slightly to tilt his face up for another kiss, mewling as he slides his fingers through your folds spreading your slick and rubbing your clit in small tight circles. You buck your hips as heat swirls in your belly, sighing shakily as his fingers dip into your heat. 

“So wet for me, how bad d’you want it?” he breathes, nuzzling your cheek as your fingers tighten in his hair. 

“So bad, kook plea- oh!” you squeal as his sinks a finger further into you, pumping it slowly as he eases in a second finger in beside it basking in the way you clench around them whimpering as you drop your hips with every upward stroke of his fingers. 

“That’s it baby, just a little more, don’t wanna hurt you.” he sighs feeling his cock twitch as he thinks about being buried in your warmth.

“Need you, please.” Your hips grind into his palm crying out as he pulls his fingers from your heat, soothing you with soft bites to your shoulders. 

“Shh, I got you, s’okay, ready for me?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. He spreads your arousal as he gives his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your opening. 

“Deep breath okay, yeah just like that.” It’s a tight fit as he slowly pushes into your warmth, you groan into his ear at the stretch, twitching as he buries himself deeper. There are tears in your eyes as you clench around his girth, crying out as he grinds your hips into his. You can't take it, can almost taste your release as he continues to grind your hips into his as he whispers soft praise into your skin. His grip on your hips loosens, breath ragged as you continue to grind down on him feeling your walls flutter around his length. Your panting broken incomprehensible words, one’s he recognizes easily as your plea for help. His palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack accompanied by your gasp when he thrusts into you. He only manages a few pumps of his hips before you wail, clenching around his cock so tightly it almost pains him to just sit and let you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your body has grown slack against him, head buried in his neck as he rubs at your back.

“Are you tapping out on me?” he chuckles into your skin grunting as you twitch in his lap, squeezing your thighs closer. 

“Gimme a sec.” you murmur sleepily, lips ghosting over the mole on his neck. He’ll give you all the time you need because you won’t be sleeping tonight. 

“Happy valentines day, baby.” he growls when he feels you begin to rock your hips easily lifting you both off the couch and making his way to your bedroom. 

*

“I can't, it's too much.” You cry.

“It’s okay, just a little more.” Jungkook reassures you softly. 

“P-please s’too much.” The sob that you let out is whiny, bordering on distressed. Yoonji’s cheeks heat the longer she stands in the hallway, maybe she should’ve announced her entrance instead of barging in. Perhaps if she did she wouldn’t have walked in on you and Jungkook fucking in the kitched.

“That’s it, good girl, that’s perfect.” he sighs followed by your whine, and so Yoonji decided she should just leave. After all there was no use in interrupting if it meant being scarred by the image of her friends mid fuck. She definitely didn't need to see Jungkook’s tiny weiner, gross she thinks closing the door as gently as she can and leaving them blissfully unaware of her accidental presence. 

“I hate cutting onion.” you cry when Jungkook cups your face and plants a few kisses to your lips.

“I know baby, but you wanted to learn.” he laughs as you grumble to yourself and he sweeps you up into a hug. 

“So should we move on?” he asks, watching you nod excitedly, he’s equally excited to see what the future holds. It may have taken some time and more than ten ounces of semi sweet chocolate but eventually Jungkook learned that you would be the sweetest thing in his life.

[floofyflowers]

Hello! Can I request Wu Chang and Mary react to their mini selves trying to defend a plantonic survivor by attacking their feet?

this is so cute to just imagine what

anyways, i'm still sick and am only running on coca cola and popcorn. i hope you're alright with these ! take care of yourselves <3

wu chang and mary reacting to their mini selves trying to defend a platonic!survivor by attacking their feet

cw: none

okay, so the scenario is that the hunters just downed you and are getting ready to tie you to balloons and chair you.

wu chang

starting off with our white guard, xie bi'an !

as he bent down to pick you up, he felt something on his leg ?

didn't look until you were tied to the balloons and when he glanced down, he saw your mini wu chang punching and clawing at his feet

it then clicked and he realized the mini wu chang just wanted to protect you </3

tbh, he was amused and a little fascinated by the fact that your pet was attempting to "save" you since pets were usually passive in matches

ended up gently prying mini wu chang off and as he set the little guy down with a pat on the head, you had managed to struggle free lol

he let you off the hook though, chuckling softly, watching you and your wu chang run off as the last cipher popped

fan berated him after the match for letting you go as you laughed in the background with mini wu chang in your arms

as for fan..

let's just say he reacted much different-

with you in tied to balloons, he began taking long strides towards the nearest chair before feeling something latch onto his leg some what painfully

not fully looking down, he assumed it was a plant or something before kicking it off

"fAN-!" you said, "don't kick mini wu chang!"

swiftly chairing you before glancing behind him, he realized he did just kick your wu chang, and might've kicked him slightly too hard-

poor mini wu chang was on all fours, as if he too had been knocked down

fan didn't really feel too bad (he felt ever so slightly bad), but ended up picking the poor pet up and placing him down next to the chair you sat on </3

after the match, you and xie made him apologize to mini wu chang as he was "brethren" and deserved an apology for being rudely kicked in the face

mary

as mary approached a chair with you in tow, she suddenly felt something tugging at shoe ?

like wu chang, she was confused at first but, she set you back down before lifting up the hem of her dress to see mini mary trying to drag her away from you

realizing the mini mary was your mini mary and she was trying to protect you, she giggled and said, "y/n, it appears that your pet doesn't want me chairing you."

then, mary realized she was accidently bleeding you out and quickly tied you to balloons again before chairing you

now, your mini mary was really upset, tugging at her dress and trying to rip the fabric with her mini mirror shard

in all honesty, mary found this not only amusing like xie but sorta cute, too

the dynamic where mini mary would be willing to "fight" the hunter for you was just so adorable and she ate that up

however, not wanting the little thing to ruin her dress, she picked your pet up and tucked her in the chair with you before you were shortly sent back to the manor lol

heh this was cute to write but i'm really really really sorry if it's not that great /gen

edit 8/6 - this got noticed so i'm gonna include some other ones that have the same prompt . joseph, hastur and joker, and soul weaver and michiko !!

[soupbabe]

hello so i know there’s one for the crusaders and the duwang gang but i was wondering if i can request a chubby s/o with bruno’s gang? please and thank you!!

Bucci Gang w a Chubby! S/O

I love writing chubby/plus size readers sm !!😌 y'all deserve the world. Also I think I might've gone a tad bit overboard w this?? Not sure lol

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno would love you regardless of your body! He's never been one to heavily judge someone's appearance

Going clothes shopping with him is a win and lose kind of thing

On one hand, you have your boyfriend to hypr you up when you try on clothes

On the other hand,,you could wear a potato sack and he'd still be like "You look radiant, tesoro"

"Bruno, you have to say more than 'you look great' after I show you a new outfit. " "Well, you know better than anyone, I'm not the kind of guy to lie or brush you off. I'm being genuine in every statement"

I just can't see him finding a favorite part of you

Like he adores the way your chubby cheeks are just on display when you're smiling, he thinks it makes your smile seem way brighter

And he also just adores your soft thighs, a perfect resting place for his head when he gets stressed out from work

Bruno is just smitten by you

Leone Abbacchio

I imagine that you'd have to have pretty tough skin upon meeting Abbachio

It's very easy to think that he'd make a few snide comments upon meeting and working with you

It's not a lot and he says very little, but they can be the kind of quick comments to get under someone's skin easily

But I promise you it'd stop once you two get to know each other and work alongside each other more

He has such a soft spot for you now omg-

If he's ever having a bad day he just likes to wrap his arms around your soft waist and rest his head on your shoulder

Maybe give it a couple of little kisses if your shoulders are exposed

That action is literally his favorite thing to do in domestic settings

I hc that all of the bucci gang have their own separate places instead of living to together, so Abbacchio has his own privacy to let his walls down and be more outwardly loving

He loves going up behind you while you're cookie dinner and ask what you're making, hiding his smirk in your shoulder when he feels your face heat up

I think his favorite part of you might be your wife waist/hips

It's the first thing he gravitates to and clings to when you too fall asleep together

Abbachio could be facing away from you when he falls asleep and wake up with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around you

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a preference for plus size bodies it's canon because I said so

To him your plush body just makes him think that you were taken care of in your life

Having some meat on your bones is something Giorno just appreciates in an s/o, you know?

I don't think he'd be the best at expressing how much he loves you through touch or verbal affection, so he likes to buy you stuff

It could be from something as simple as flowers to clothes you eyed at one time, but you decided to not buy

If he wants to buy you something special and it's not in your size it's no problem for him

His mafia connections give him easy access to a lot of businesses in Italy and he could afford to get something custom made just for you

I can see his favorite body part of yours being your eyes

Giorno just loves how much emotion they hold and how much they silently tell him how you're feeling

And they especially help him take notice if you're having one of those off days you know? It helps him understand so he can be there for you

Pannacotta Fugo

He's not that judgemental when it comes to an s/o

But he did think you were very attractive and did develop a small crush on you when he first met you

He can be easily flustered and it's so easy for someone like Mista or Narancia to tease him about his chubby crush

"Hey Fugo, I saw you staring at Y/N's shorts. Saw somethin' you like?" "S-shut the fuck up Mista! I wasn't staring at them!"

Lies

He loves your personality as well, I don't think Fugo has ever had a crush before and is struggling to remain subtle at times

Once you two are in a relationship, he's so happy

I do imagine that it'd take Fugo awhile to be used to physical affection from an s/o regardless, but once he felt a hug from you?? He wants you to hug him all the time

Was he missing out this entire time?? You're so soft and warm?? He loves it so much omg

I think his favorite body part of yours is your hands

Since he'd rather keep things professional in the gang, holding your hand is as far as he'd go for pda

When he's feeling stressed out, he likes to hold onto your hand for reassurance

Sometimes he likes to squeeze your soft palm if his anger issues is testing him or just to get your attention discreetly when you two are around the gang

Narancia Ghirga

Another gang member to adore and prefer chubby s/os!!

He just finds them comforting tbh

He's also very clingy, finding a way to have his arms around you at all times

If you feel uncomfortable with it and tell him, he'll pout but (reluctantly) keep his hands to himself

It doesn't matter how odd it might look, he will sit on your lap

He just likes snuggling up with you and having your big arms wrapped around him

He loves to share his food with you!!

Lunch breaks from his lessons are commonly when you can casually spend time with your boyfriend and give him the encouragement he needs to make it through the second half of his school day

Typically during this time he'd cut an orange in half, give one half to you, and he plays with the other half to make you laugh

One time during his orange smile act, he almost choked because he was distracted by how nice your laugh is-

He's also very protective of you

Seriously he's not above pulling a knife on a stranger who made a rude comment about you-

I fully believe that his favorite body part of yours is your tummy!

He loves laying on it so much that sometimes you feel like his personal pillow instead of s/o

Add in you running your hands through his hair?? You can already hear his soft snores

Guido Mista

I think he really didn't pay any mind to plus size folks, until he saw you

You were just in shorts and a crop top/tank top(/whatever makes you comfortable) to combat the Italian heat and his mind made that awooga awooga sound

I just know he brought out his old flirting tricks onto you

This man could be in the category of "annoyingly persistent, but not yet boarder line harrassment" regardless of your response to being hit on

He is your personal hypeman omg

While everyone has their off days, it's really hard to feel insecure when Mista is around

Just like Narancia, he's so protective of you

Even if you are 100% capable of handling the situation himself, he will yell and bark at the rude stranger

"Get your fucking boyfriend bitch-" "he don't bite :)" "yES HE DO"

Please sit on this man's lap, he would be so happy

Think you're too heavy? Mista would take that as a challenge and drag you onto his lap anyways

He would secure his arms around your large frame and give a teasing kiss on the cheek, "Haha, you can't escape now babe!"

His favorite body part of yours might be your thighs

Once he met you, he was a true believer of "thick thighs save lives"

Mista would constantly beg you to wear shorts all the time, using the hot weather as an excuse

"The weather is at a record high! It's best for you to wear shorts, Y/N." "Mista you're literally wearing a sweater." "So!? I'm worried about you, this conversation isn't about me!"

[jangofctts]

omg I just read so much of your writing and I’m 🥺🥰🥲🥵 the absolute royalty shit that we see here today. i’ve recently discovered I am very into ~thigh riding~ so do u have any thots on how our boys (especially our clone babes) feel about it? much obliged

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY KEJHKJRH SO HERE YOU GO OMG

boba: yEs--boba absolutely adORES when you crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. he’ll either pat his lap and invite you up or it’s one of those times when he’s intentionally ignoring you and you have force your way onto his lap so he has to pay attention. imo the first time you ride his thigh you weren't intending to, you wanted to fuck him but with boba, if you want something from him he’s gonna do it his way or twist it into something to tease you. so he’ll say something like “if you’re so desperate, ride my thigh” or maybe “ride my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.” he’ll sit back and enjoy the show with a smug grin, one hand gripping your hip. he’s not controlling your pace, it’s mostly just there as an anchor bc you’re gonna be doing all the work. you’re lucky if you get to ride his bare thigh, but most of the time he’s got pants on so they always end up soaked after you cum and boba always teases you for it, “ruined another pair of pants, little one” but really he isn't even one to talk, he’ll be rock hard and leaking through his pants too. he’ll also nine times out of ten put his fingers or thumb into your mouth to suck on while he flexes and pushes the hard muscle of his thigh up to your cunt. he likes that satisfaction of knowing that even his thigh can make you shudder and whine his name--a bit of a power trip esp if he’s sitting on the throne. he’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards if you’re a good little princess for him          

din: din wants you to ride the beskar thigh plating. he doesn't realize it’s a thing he finds arousing until you sit over his thigh and he sees the heat from your thighs fog up the metal while your arousal smears over the shiny beskar. literally it’s like something just CRACKS in him and he goes feral for it. a dark thrill that comes from seeing your cunt drip over his precious armor, something so sacrilegious that shouldn't be arousing but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. sure, it’s a bit cold at first but the more you get into it the quicker it heats up--it’s slippery too, not a lot of friction unless you drag your clit over the seams of the armor, but with din’s hands holding onto your hips and dragging you over his thigh, it’s not long before you cum. din is gonna be encouraging you the whole time, just a constant flow of praise and little moans of his own. he might bury a hand in your hair or slip off his glove and touch your clit when your hips roll up into his hand. he’d loose his mind if you lended a hand and palmed him through his pants. he doesn't even care if he ruins his trousers, he’s just so...fixated on the hypnotic motions of your hips rolling over his thigh, your wetness dripping off the plating and onto the floor. he might focus on your mouth, parted with gasping moans or how they roll the syllable of his name. he likes to watch you come undone like this, shuddering and whiney as you cum and eventually roll off his thigh. he probably busts a nut right then and there if you start to roll your tongue over the beskar, happily cleaning up the mess you made. but....sometimes...lick it off himself just to get a taste of you       

paz: big boy blue ALSO likes when you ride his beskar, but he likes it better when the armor is off and he gets to feel your wetness for himself. he has big ol’ beefy thighs and likes when you straddle one and start to ride him like that. imo he likes it when youre pressed up right near his cock so when you roll forward your own thigh brushes against his cock. it’s also just easier for him to grab your hips, set a pace and watch you squirm and whine. ngl he’s more interested in fucking you, so he’ll get cheeky and start jerking his thigh or holding you in place while he circles his thumb over your clit. p much will sabotage your wild ride and convince you to slide onto his cock instead. though,....if you were to tie him up, tease him bye riding his thigh, he might like that :)  

rex: oH rexY BOY--listen, rex has heard ALL about thigh riding, or rather what the clones like to call it, “paint job”. he doesn't understand the big deal, thinks that it’d be a complete hassle to clean and what not. in my oPiNiOn he’ll be sitting with you in an empty break room or on a couch, you both have feelings for each other but nothing's been said yet. somehow the topic of paint jobs come up and he tells you what he thinks and how it “couldn't possibly feel good, blah blah blah”. you just roll your eyes and you ask if he’s even tried it. he definitely blushes and mumbles out a no and with a leap of faith you ask him if he wants you to ride his thigh. baby boy rex gets very shy and embarrassed about it but he’s not gonna say no. so you’ll flash him a little grin and peel off your pants and your over shirt, make rex relax against the back of the couch/chair and sit over his plastoid covered thigh. even though when you start to grind on his thigh you still have your underwear on, rex with pick a corner of the room to just stare at. it’s not because he doesn't like you, he’s just incredibly shy and afraid he’ll cum in his pants if he looks at you. you gotta cup his jaw and force him to look at you. when that happens his eye will immediately drop to between your legs and just moan at the sight. he gets it now. seeing your arousal that’s already leaking through the thin fabric and staining the blue and white plastoid--he has to grip the fucking sidearm to anchor himself. his armor is one of the only things that he owns and is proud of, so seeing you riding his thigh, moaning and whimpering his name he goes wild for that shit. unfortunately he does end up cumming in his pants but eh fuck it. it was worth it   

cody: he likes when you ride his thigh in semi public places like the 79′s, debrief room, gunships, you name it. imma explain the 79′s scenario bc im a whore but anyway, cody likes to bring you on dates there, one because the drinks are free for him, two it’s dark and so unless someone is really looking at the two of you, it’s pretty secluded. he always chooses a back corner table and after a couple drinks you start to get handsy--nuzzling his neck and wiggling your fingers between the gaps separating his thigh and codpiece. it alWAYS starts like that. cody will chuckle, push his nose into your neck and nibble a line up to your ear, then bite down onto the cartilage. in that dark, rumbly voice he might sigh “such a depraved little creature. we’re in public”. but you can feel his smile and how is pulse quickens under your fingertips. cody will sigh and shake his head as he pulls you onto his lap, bUT--he’s gonna have you with your back to his chest plate, your dress/skirt/pants rolled up or down just barely in the view of anyone who glances over or looks a little closer. it’d be no secret what you both were up to but cody likes that. dude doesn't have any shame and so he’ll wrap an arm over your hip, push you panties to the side and slide his fingers through your folds. once they're coated in your arousal he might pop them into his mouth or yours, clean them off then flex his thigh onto your pussy. when he asks you to grind on his thigh you readily agree. while you ride his thigh he’ll nibble at your throat and suck bruises onto your skin, either watching your wet pussy slide over the plastoid armor or on the look out in case one of his brothers comes near. one time, just as you started to cum, a couple fresh shiny’s got an entire eyeful of you arching and burying your nose into cody’s neck as he rolled his fingers over your clit. safe to say they were a bit spooked--but of course, cody thought it was the funniest thing and couldn't stop laughing even if you were close to tears with embarrassment. now....he doesn't invite anyone to watch, but he wouldn't say no to a few prying eyes          

wolffe: I feel like with wolffe, it’s gonna be right after a mission--one of you might've almost died or gotten real hurt so he’s not thinking about fucking you properly--he just want his mouth on yours, hands buried in your hair as he pins you against the wall. I dont think he initially meant for you to ride his thigh, but when he wedges it between your legs and you moan into his mouth the second he increases the pressure, he freezes. he’ll do it again and when it receives the same reaction from you he smirks and tugs on your hair and might say smthn like “you like that? if you wanted to ride my thigh you could've asked sooner”. he’s either focused on your face or on your pussy, just soaking up all your little reactions or twitches when you roll your cunt over the plastoid. he'll have both hands on your hips, helping you grin up on him, while you either cup his face or grip his arm. either way youre in for a wild fucking ride--wolffe tbh wants to see his armor dripping by the time he’s done with you. sO do nOT be surprised if he just, doesn't let you stop, pushes you to keep going until he’s satisfied. imo I think he’ll make you lick it up after, or just in general would really Like It if you run your tongue over any part of his armor. he likes to be Appreciated :)

wrecker (im sorry I just nEEDed to include him kejkejh): honestly since baby boy wrecker is uh, so big, thigh riding is some of the first things you try with him. you’ll both be butt ass naked bc it’s just easier to explore like this, and while wrecker is eager he knows he has to think about his strength in order not to overwhelm or hurt you unintentionally. he’s a bit of a goof ball so when you straddle his thigh and bring his thicC fingers to your cunt he’ll smile and say some shit like “wow, you’re wet” or like “is it always this wet/soft?” he doesn't mean for it to be teasing, it's more like he’s just stating a fact bc he’s curious about you. you just nod and say it’s all for you, baby/only for you. the second you put your cunt over his thigh he’ll curse and clamp his hands around your hips or ribcage, and just to make the experience all that better for him, you’ll jerk him off while you ride him. wrecker is very vocal/loud and so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing that he likes--he’ll probably tell you how pretty you look, or how good you smell etc., that bOY IS SO FULL OF LOVE and just wants to tell you! it doesn't take long for him to spill into your hand, he shakes and no doubt wakes up half the barrack/ship but who the fuck cares. you just smile and continue to ride his thigh, chasing your own thigh. once he recovers a bit, you can grab his fingers and show him how you like to be touched. he’s a surprisingly quick learner with this and so it doesn't take long for you to cum. afterwards he’ll run his fingers over his thigh, collect the mess you left and taste you and maybe say “you should ride my face. can we do that?”     

[mingishoe]

Park Enterprise

Summary: You finally get hired at a really good company, who pays well, everyone is nice, and oh shit… is that the guy you just slept with? And he’s your boss?!

Alternatively: oops I accidentally banged my new boss

I think it might’ve ended a little bit too early but I’m happy with how it came out 

Genre: Fluff, Smut, hits of crack

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Seonghwa 

Word count: 12.3k

Smut warning: Sub!Reader Dom!Seonghwa Seonghwa being extremely soft, Grinding, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, hints of Exhibitionism, dirty talk, multiple orgasimns, teasing, pretty vanilla tbh but it’s still cute

“San, I can’t go out. I already told you, I’m getting ready for my first day at Park Enterprise. Mingi told me I had to go prepared or else the boss was gonna get on my ass.” San rolled his eyes at you for probably the 10th time that minute.

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, “okay, which is in two days. You need to let off some steam before your life gets filled with stress.” You groaned before standing up and going to your closet, “San, I don’t even drink so I’m just going to sit at the bar and watch you make out with girls, like every other time.”

San moved you out of the way and dug in your closet to find the shortest dress you owned, “No, because this time, you’re getting yourself laid.” San finally found the dress he was looking for and shoved it in your direction, “San, there’s no way in hell im wearing this! Look how short it is, one wrong move and my ass is out for display.” San groaned loudly, “Fuck Y/N, just go put it on please.” 

You gave in and went to put it on, you were right, if you moved too suddenly your ass was going to pop out. Other than that it was okay, it was tight but not too tight, it showed all your curves and even made your boobs look bigger. “Okay San, happy?” San nodded at you and sat on your bed so you can finish getting ready.

You started doing your makeup while mumbling under your breath, “can’t believe I always let San drag me into this shit. Just because he has access to these fancy ass clubs doesn’t mean I have the money to even get a coke.” 

There’s always nothing but rich business owners sitting in the VIP area drinking whiskey while the rest of us common folk are on the dance floor getting sticky from all the sweat. A party scene has never been your favourite, not even in high school. San had always been the one dragging you out and half of the time you’re bored out of your mind. 

“Okay San, I’m ready. Let’s go.” San gave you a once over and whistled, “Y/N you look hot. If I was a rich CEO I’d totally fuck you.” That made you laugh really hard, “I’m not fucking any Rich CEO or any guy for that matter.” San raised an eyebrow at you, “okay, whatever you say. But I’d bet you 20 dollars you’re leaving with someone tonight.” You rolled your eyes leaving San in your room as you walked out to sans car. 

Once you got to the club you immediately regretted it. The bouncers let the two of you in almost immediately and you got the smell of sweat and liquor so strong it felt like it punched your nose. “I’m going to dance okay? If you leave, tell me! If you don’t tell me if you leave I’m gonna murder you, okay?” You smiled at San and nodded, “I'll be at the bar if you need me,” you walked over to the bar and sat down at one of the empty seats. 

“Would you like anything?” You looked up at the bartender and realized it was Hongjoong you immediately perked up. “Hey Joong!” His face lightened with recognition “Y/N! Did San drag you again?” You looked up at him with a ‘seriously’ look, “yep.” Hongjoong laughed, “I’m almost off so if you’d like I can keep you company for a while?” You nodded while smiling, “If it doesn’t bother you, then sure.” Hongjoong nodded and told you he’d be back in a second. 

You turned around trying to find San in the crowd of people. Your eyes were scanning the crowd in search of your friend but instead you find the eyes of a man sitting in the VIP area. You stare for a bit longer then turn away with a flushed face. 

“Joong?” He turns around from giving a customer their drink, “who’s that?” You tilt your head back to the VIP area. “Don’t make it obvious you’re looking but, the guy sitting there with the black hair and like… expensive looking suit?” Hongjoong looks up subtly and scans the VIP area, “first of all, all the suits are “expensive looking” and I’m assuming you’re asking about the one that’s staring at you right?” 

Your heart was beating harder in your chest, “Uhh, yeah…” Hongjoong looks at you with a smirk, “That’s Seonghwa… he's one of our regulars. He usually sits there and drinks whiskey the whole time with what I’m assuming are his business partners.” You nod in understanding, “So… rich CEO right?” Hongjoong laughs loudly, “yeah, basically.” Hongjoong walks back to other customers who are trying to get shitfaced as you pull out your phone.  

You turn your chair towards the dance floor and you immediately find San. He has like 3 girls on him, two grinding on his crotch and another kissing his neck. You grimince as he turns to wink at you. 

You go back to looking at your phone and opt to scroll through Instagram. You can still feel a pair of eyes on you. The second you look up you’re making eye contact with the same man as before. This time you don’t look away, you take a minute to look at his features the best you can, since you are on opposite sides of the room. You can tell, even from this far away, he isn’t hard on the eyes. 

You can tell he’s doing the same, his eyes are scanning down your figure and you feel yourself getting red as you assume his eyes are stuck on what you think are your boobs. You finally look away when he bites his lip and winks at you. 

Your heart feels like it’s about to burst, “Are you just gonna let him eye fuck you or are you going to go actually fuck him?” You turn toward Hongjoong who is looking at you with a smirk, “Umm… I’m doing neither, I don’t know what you’re talking about” Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you, “please, if you want, I'll let you in the VIP area,” you shop your head frantically, “Hongjoong no! I’m not going over just to embarrass myself in front of a hot CEO,” Hongjoong looks up and chuckles, “Well it’s your lucky day because he’s coming over here.” Your eyes widen but you don’t dare to look behind you, “Hongjoong, no, wait, please don’t leave!” Hongjoong gives you a wink as he walks away. 

You turn your attention back to your phone but you can’t focus on anything. You’re hoping Hongjoong is joking, or he’s just going to the restroom or something. 

Your heart practically stops when you feel someone’s presence beside you, you continue to look down at your phone, hoping it’s just san. You look up slightly to Hongjoong and he’s laughing at you on the other side of the bar. 

You turn to the man next to you and you can feel your face getting redder by the second. He looks at you for a second, then deems you worthy enough to sit next to you. “What’s your name?” You look around a little, hoping San will see and rescue you, “Umm… Y/N…” he looks at you and can obviously tell you’re a nervous wreck, “Y/N… Cute,” He smiles at your flushed cheeks, “Seonghwa,” he says and you nod softly. “So, did you come here alone?” He asks you. You shake your head, “N-No, my friend is over there somewhere, dancing with girls.” You gesture to the area San is in. 

He hums softly, “Not much of a party person?” You shake your head again, “No, he drags me here every weekend so I can watch him dance with girls,” He chuckles, “not a drinker either then, huh?” You’re starting to think you’re sounding a bit boring now, “Umm… no, I’ve never really drank.” He smiles at you and you swear you’ve never seen a prettier smile, “You’re really cute,” your heart stops, “uhh, t-thank you.” You make Seonghwa wanna boop your nose and never let you go. “Wanna dance?” He can see the panic that flashes through your eye, “it’s okay, I can teach you how,” he watches you hesitate for a second before you stand up in agreement. 

Seonghwa takes your hand and walks you over to the dance floor. He turns you around so your back is facing him. Your face is bright red at this point, knowing your about to grind on this man you’ve never met before. 

He pulls you so your flush against him, and slowly starts to move your hips in sync with his, “See, it’s not hard… just gotta move… good girl… like that,” He moves his hands as he feels you moving along with him. Your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was louder than the music. 

You pressed back against him harder as his hands slid up from your hips to your chest. You could feel him starting to get hard against you and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. 

You heard him growl against your neck and you whimpered as he squeezed your chest in his hands. 

“Fuck, let’s go back to my place baby.” You nodded as you started to follow him. You stopped in your tracks, “w-wait, I gotta tell my friend. Hold on,” you turned around and walked to where San was, “S-San… San… San!” He finally turned to look at you the third time you called him, “I’m leaving… I’ll be okay, I’ll text you in the morning,” you yelled over the music and the girls surrounding him, “Are you leaving by yourself? Or with a rich CEO?” You looked around and San laughed, “Fuck off, I’m leaving.” You heard San yell bye and you walked back to find Seonghwa. 

He was standing against the wall where you left him originally. He looked up from his phone and saw you walking towards him, “ready?” You nodded and followed him to his car. 

You were so nervous, you weren’t a virgin, but this is the first time you’ve ever left the club with someone who wasn’t San. 

You followed him to his matte black Ferrari and he opened the passenger door for you as you stood there looking at him like he was an alien. You finally got in with a thank you and he jogged to the other side and got in the car. 

You immediately put your hands in your lap not wanting to mess anything up because you obviously can’t pay for it. Seonghwa looked towards you and noticed how rigid you were, “I’ve never had anyone this anxious about being in my car,” he said laughing. You laughed slightly still scared you were going to mess something up, “Yeah, sorry, I’m just so scared I’m gonna fuck your car up…” 

He giggles, honest to god giggles, and you feel your heart melt right then and there, “It’s okay, it’ll be fine. You won’t mess anything up.” He rests his hand on your thigh in hopes you’ll relax a little.

After driving for a few minutes you finally relax and look out the window, you’ve never been on this side of town, it’s full of expensive apartment buildings and condos that cost like 100 thousand a month, and you obviously don’t have that kind of money.

After a few more minutes of driving he parks in front of his building, and surprise surprise, there were other cars just as expensive parked around. He grabs your hand and leads you into his building. “Good night sir.” You hear this lady tell Seonghwa and he walks past the desk. You turn to look as she gives you the side eye. 

You’re not sure how awkward this is going to be, neither of you are drunk and you’ve never done this before so you’re really nervous. 

You both walk into the elevator and Seonghwa presses the button on the top floor, the biggest condo. You're starting to question what company this man owns to get him all this stuff. 

After a few moments of silence, the elevator opens and reveals this huge living room area and you’re staring with wide eyes. Seonghwa has his hand on your lower back and leads you into his place. You look around and can see the kitchen is adjacent to the living room. 

Seonghwa interrupts your staring when he says, “If you don’t want to do this it’s okay, we can like… watch a movie or something instead,” a wide smile appeared on your face, “I’m sure… I want to do this,” Seonghwa nods as he leads you to this corridor with a bunch of doors. He leads you to the last door and opens it to reveal his room. 

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, his room was probably the same size as your whole apartment. 

He pulls you against him as he presses his lips against yours. You immediately kiss back and he lifts you up. 

He walks towards his bed and gently places you down. Seonghwa gets on top of you, his hands running against the bottom of your dress. He pulls your dress up to reveal your lace underwear. He traces the patterns with his fingertips, the streetlight glow is doing nothing but make you look more appealing and Seonghwa is becoming impatient. 

He rips the lace right off of you as you gasp, he’s making his way to your clit, his thumb presses against your clip making your back arch against him. 

“So pretty…” you grip the bed sheets beside you and whimper against your hand. You feel like you’re going to explode once his tongue makes contact with your bud. 

Seonghwa obviously is talented with his mouth and he knows it. You’re practically gushing with arousal. You can hear him start to suck at your clit and at the juices that are gushing out. His tongue is sliding in your cunt sloppily. Loud slurping noises filled the room along with your soft whimpers and whines.

“Such a pretty cunt, nice and wet for me. Fuck,” he stuck one of his long fingers into you and you almost came right there. 

“So pretty, as soon as I saw you walk in the club I wanted to fuck you right there. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you right over the bar so everyone could see.” He added another finger and curled his fingers to press against your sweet spot. 

Your moans were in sync with the thrusts of his fingers, the loud lewd noises coming from your bottom half would’ve made you embarrassed in any other situation but your mind is too clouded with lust to care. 

“I need you to cum around my fingers or I’m not gonna fuck you, okay?” He didn’t have to tell you twice. You were throbbing around his fingers, wanting something bigger inside of you. He attaches his mouth back to your clit and you cum right then. His tongue is licking you through your orgasm until you push him off from overstimulation.

Seonghwa reaches behind you to unzip your dress and bring it down your body. “S-Seonghwa, fuck, please fuck me.” He groans as he sees you bare in front of him. You reach forward and pull at his belt while he’s taking his shirt off. He’s looking down at you with dark eyes, “Need some help princess?” You whine loudly, “Please, I need you to fuck me,” you say as you finally pull his belt through the loops. “Patience princess…” Seonghwa takes his pants and boxers off in one swift movement, leaving the both of you completely bare. 

Your eyes go down to look at his length. The head of his cock is leaking with precum. He placed himself against your slit, you were so wet, one small thrust brought him halfway in. 

You clench around him as you moan loudly, your hands going up to his back. “You’re so tight… fuck fuck fuck…” his hands resting on your waist as he pushes himself all the way in. Your legs are wrapped around his waist making him go deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone. 

You whine as he pulls out and slams back into you, forcing you to feel the stretch in your core. Your nails rake down his back leaving angry red marks in its place. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room along with your loud moans and his grunts. 

“Fuck, such a good girl, so good for me. So wet and desperate for my cock.” His cock is pounding inside of you and you can already feel yourself becoming sore but it’s the last thing on your mind. 

“Gonna make you cum around my cock. Want you to cum on my cock. You gonna cum for me princess?” You nod and let out pornographic moans that have Seonghwa’s thrusts become sloppy and uneven. His hand reaches down to rub your clit, a layer of sweat drips on both of your body’s as Seonghwa fucks you deeper into the mattress. 

You look up at Seonghwa’s face and that’s the breaking point for you. His head thrown back displaying his long neck, sweat dripping down his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, and his mouth slightly open as grunts and moans flow from his lips. 

Seonghwa thrusts once more and you cum around him. You clenched around his cock causing a choked moan to come from Seonghwa, a second later you felt hot spurts of cum paint your walls and you whined loudly as Seonghwa’s head fell in your neck. 

The only thing that could be heard was the loud breaths of the two of you. Seonghwa pulls out of you and you whine from overstimulation. He gets up and goes into what you assume is his bathroom and comes back with a wet towel. “Open your legs princess,” you compiled and Seonghwa brought the towel over your thighs and your core to try and get the cum off of you. 

“You okay?” Seonghwa asked while brushing the hair out of your face. You nodded and closed your eyes, you could honestly fall asleep right now. You heard your phone buzzing from somewhere on the floor, “can you answer it please?” Seonghwa grabs your phone from the floor and answers it, “Hello?” Seonghwa looks towards you laying in his bed, “Yeah, she’s okay… I’ll make sure she gets home safe tomorrow… yeah… okay bye…” you look at him confused, “It was your friend San, he wanted to make sure you were okay.” You nodded softly and closed your eyes again. 

You heard drawers open and close, “Here princess, sit up so I can dress you.” You sat up and let Seonghwa put a shirt on you then he handed you a clean pair of his boxers for you to put on. 

When you stood up, you honestly almost fell. Your legs are wobbly and you tried your best to put the boxers on without falling, while Seonghwa took the dirty sheet off of the bed. 

Seonghwa fixed the bed and signaled for you to get back on. You got back on the bed and Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you. You laughed softly, “Are this nice to all the girls you sleep with?” He snorts above you, “I actually haven’t done this in a really long time, plus you’re cute, so I don’t mind.” You hummed and relaxed against Seonghwa.

Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair and soon enough you fell asleep. 

•

You woke up to an annoying buzzing noise. You grabbed your phone on the nightstand next to you and answered it without ever opening your eyes, “Hello?” You heard someone scream in your ear, “Where the fuck are you?” Your eyes flung open and you panicked for a minute before you remembered what happened. You looked beside you on the bed only to find it was empty. “Uhhh, not home…” you got up and looked in the mirror near the bed, “well duh, I’m outside your door!” 

You opened the door to the room and looked around, “Umm… why? Call San, you can hang out with him.” You we’re trying to be as quiet as you walk through the hall to where you hear noise. “No, I��m here to make sure you’re prepared for tomorrow,” you totally forgot your first day was tomorrow… “Umm… it’ll be okay Mingi. I’m 100% sure I have everything I need. If you want, tell the neighbour to let you in. She has a spare key,” Mingi groaned loudly on the other end, “okay fine I believe you, but if you’re missing something tomorrow I’m not saving your ass, I’ll let him fire your ass.” You found the noise was coming from the kitchen. Seonghwa was at the stove making breakfast, “Morning Y/N” you could hear Mingi on the other side asking who that was, “Morning, look, it’ll be fine. I’m not gonna get fired on the first day. Bye, see you later” and you hung up. 

You walked into the kitchen to see what Seonghwa was doing, he was making pancakes. “You’re starting a new job tomorrow?” You nod, “Yeah, I was just talking to my friend about it. He was making sure I had everything ready because supposedly the boss is really strict and “heartless” so everyone is making me really nervous… but I’m sure it’ll be fine…” Seonghwa nods in understanding “I’m sure whoever the boss is, it’s probably not as bad as everyone is making it.” You nod as Seonghwa makes two plates of pancakes and bacon. 

He brings the food to the table in the dining room and places the two plates down in front of each other. He goes back into the kitchen and gets two bottles of orange juice for the two of y'all to drink.

“We can eat, then I’ll let you shower and get freshened up, then I can take you home okay?” You nod while shoving pancakes in your mouth. You moaned and did a little shuffle, “Mhmmm! You can cook so well!” Seonghwa looked at you with an amused smile.

He thought you were really cute. He’s had a few one night stands in the past but he’s always made them leave right after. He’s never given them his clothes, he’s never made them breakfast, he’s never let them shower in his shower, and he’s never taken them home after. He doesn’t know why he’s so attracted to you but Seonghwa knows damn well he’s not letting you go. 

Seonghwa has his head rested on his hand watching you eat with a smile. You stop mid-bite and look at Seonghwa with flushed cheeks, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Seonghwa reaches over and ruffled your hair with a laugh, “You’re just really cute… I like you” you looked away from him with red cheeks and took a drink of your orange juice. 

“You done?” You nod as Seonghwa leads you back to his room to show you how the shower works. You look around the bathroom and noticed that the wall of the shower is clear and you can totally see outside, “Seonghwa… no one is gonna be able to see my ass right?” He laughs loudly at you, “No, the window is tinted so you can see out but not in.” You nod suspiciously and Seonghwa shows you how to change the temperature of the water. 

He leaves you to shower and goes back to sit on his bed. “Fuck, this girl is gonna kill me,” Seonghwa had known you for less than 24 hours and you already had him wrapped around your finger.

He looked around and saw your phone lying on the bed. You didn’t have a password so he added his number into your phone and sent himself a text before putting it back where you left it. 

Seonghwa forgot to take you a towel and an extra pair of his clothes, he knocked on the door and walked in and places the things on the toilet. His heart started beating faster as he turned to see the water running down your long hair. Your back was facing him so he could see the curves of your waist and your ass. He quickly turned around and walked out of the restroom, closing the door behind him. 

After about an hour you walk out of the restroom in the clothes Seonghwa left and the towel around your hair. Seonghwa is laying on his bed scrolling through his phone. 

“Are you ready to go?” You heard Seonghwa ask you. You nod and pick up your dress from the floor. You reach to grab your panties but Seonghwa beats you to it and places them in a pocket to one of his suits. 

You stare at your heels for a second before deciding to put them on. You look kinda funny with a white t-shirt, grey sweats, and sparkly stilettos. 

The two of you walked out of his room to the elevator and the sound of your heels filled the whole apartment. Once you got into the elevator you shuffled uncomfortably since you were wearing these heels with your already sore feet and legs. “Do you need me to carry you?” Seonghwa asked you laughing. Your head snapped towards him, “what? No, I’m a big girl I can walk in heels by myself.” You said that right as your ankle gave out and you grabbed onto Seonghwa’s arm. 

The elevator opens and Seonghwa grabs you and flings you on his shoulder. “Wait! Oh my fucking god! Don’t drop me, Don’t drop me, Don't drop me!” You were basically upside down and you were clinging to Seonghwa for dear life. There were other professional looking people giving the two of you a side glance, “G-Good morning Sir…” the same girl from last night said with wide eyes. 

The front doors slide open and there’s a group of older men standing there smoking, “Can’t believe he owns a multi-million dollar company and he acts like that… I get he’s still young but there’s no need for those actions.” You have no idea who they are, or what companies they own but you totally just flipped them off and stick your tongue out at them. 

He places you down in front of his car, “Who were those guys?” Seonghwa looked back to the guys who you were looking at, “oh, one of them is the CEO of Samsung and the others are co-owners.” Your heart stopped in your chest, “W-What?” He looked at you suspiciously, “Why? What did you do?” You avoided eye contact, “Uhhh… nothing… I just might’ve maybe… sorta flipped them off… and stuck my tongue out at them…” Seonghwa’s eyes widened, “B-But, it was for a good reason… they were talking shit about you…” Seonghwa looked like he thought about it hard. You were about to apologize but he started laughing, “It’s okay, they’ve never really liked me… it’s hard being young and successful,” Seonghwa put his head in his hands in mock sadness. 

You roll your eyes and open the door to the car and get in a lot more comfortably than you did last night. Seonghwa gets into the drivers side laughing, “Here, put your address in the GPS so I won’t be driving around town all day.” You grab his phone and enter in your address. 

The two of you drive in silence until Seonghwa breaks the ice, “So… how about tomorrow, after your first day of work… I pick you up and we can go get some food?” You bit your lip to hide the huge smile that was threatening to take over your face. “Depends what kind of food…” you wink to Seonghwa, “Well, I know this good taco place downtown…” you pulled up to your apartment building, “That sounds good to me,” Seonghwa reaches over and kisses you gently. You smile and take off your shoes before getting out of the car. 

You waved to Seonghwa before you walked into your building. You saw him drive off and you let out a squeal that attracts attention to you. The desk receptionist looked at you with a smirk, “And who was that?” 

The receptionist is one of your closer friends, Jongho. “Just the guy I have the biggest crush on and I haven’t even known for 24 hours…” Jongho looks at you with raised eyebrows, “Is he like… rich rich?” You roll your eyes at Jongho but nod. Jongho gasps loudly, “Did you get that Sugar Daddy dick?” You flip him off and walk to the elevators. 

You get to your floor and go to your apartment. You have to double and triple check you have everything you need for tomorrow. You tried to unlock the door to your apartment but it was already unlocked. You walked in and saw Mingi sitting on your floor with your laptop and papers all around him. 

“Uhh… Mingi… what’re you doing?” He looked up at you and he had fire in his eyes, “well, y/n, what I am doing is making sure you won’t get fired on your first day of work just because you don’t have the one paper Mr. Park will need.” You sigh loudly and sit on the floor next to Mingi. “Mingi… I really don’t think it’s as serious as y'all are making it… I don’t think a boss will fire someone on the first day…” Mingi looks at you like you’re crazy. “Y/n, you don’t know him… you’re so funny. I bet if I don’t save your ass in the first day of you working there you’ll be fired.” You look up at Mingi, “Mingi, I’m his secretary. I’m going to be sitting right outside of his office, I’m sure he has no choice but to at least put up with me.” Mingi looked at you and sighed. “I sure hope you’re right y/n. Now, I’m spending the night so I can make sure you’re up on time…” you agreed and told him he was sleeping on the couch for stressing you out. 

Mingi looks at you property for the first time he’s been talking to you, “What are you wearing? Whose clothes is that?” You look down and play with the strings on the sweats, “Umm… a boys… who I spent the night with…” Mingi looks at you shocked, “No! The sweet and innocent y/n? Having a one night stand?” You shake your head, “Nope, how do you think I got home? Plus… he’s taking me out tomorrow…” Mingi’s mouth drops, “You got laid and got a date?” You laugh and nod your head. 

The rest of the day you’re texting Seonghwa and watching movies with Mingi. It’s about 11 at night when you and Mingi decide to go to sleep. Mingi sets a timer for 6:00 am which would give both of you time to take showers and get ready in time to be at work by 8:30. 

•

Mingi wakes you up after he takes a shower. You’re so nervous you’re close to throwing up. You quickly take a shower and put on enough makeup to be professional. You look through your closet to find something to wear. 

First impressions are important and you were determined to make your boss like you. You finally decided on a pastel pink pencil skirt with a black shirt. You let your hair fall down your back and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Mingi, is this okay?” You’ve never worked in an office setting before and you didn’t really know what was considered acceptable. “Umm, yeah that’s really cute, here, eat this granola bar and let’s go.” 

You and Mingi got into his car and started driving to Park Enterprises. “Mingi… I’m scared… what if Mr. Park actually fires me like you said…” Mingi turns to you with a sympathetic expression, “Look, everything is going to be okay. I promise.” You take a deep breath in as you reach the parking lot. 

You felt like you were going to cry… Mingi held the door open for you as you walked in. The receptionist welcomed the both of you as you scanned your card at the front desk. Mingi guided you to the 16th floor, which was the office you were both working on.

It was 8:15 and everyone was standing around a conference table talking. Mingi introduced you to everyone and you could see the concern on everyone’s faces when you said you were Mr. park’s secretary. 

The clock struck 8:30 and everyone stood in a line in front of the table. You looked around awkwardly not really knowing what to do. 

As soon as ‘Mr. Park’ walks out of the office your heart stops. You’re absolutely terrified but you felt a huge relief come over you. Your eyes are wide staring at Seonghwa, I mean Mr. Park. 

His eyes never look up from his phone, “Which one of you is new?” You suck in a breath before Mingi elbows you in the side, “u-uhh… I am Sir…” His eyes immediately snap up to look at you. He takes a minute to stare at you with eyes just as wide as yours. 

He runs his hands through his hair as he forces himself to look away from you. He scans the rest of the people standing in front of him, “Um. Okay so today, pretty much everyone’s schedule is filled with meetings so-” your eyes scan him over and you see white lace coming out from his front picket and you panic. They were your panties from the night before, “Seong- Uhh, Mr. park, sir.” As soon as you interrupted him you heard several people take in a sharp inhale of breath, including Mingi who was beside you. 

His eyes went to you with a raised eyebrow. You motioned to his pocket and when he looked confused you mouthed, ‘your pocket… the panties’ his eyes widened immediately and he shoved his hand into the pocket to make sure they weren’t showing anymore. 

“Uh. Okay. Everyone go do what they’re supposed to do… Y/N, my office. Now.” He stood still, waiting for you to follow him. You turned to Mingi and he was looking at you with a confused expression. You turned and followed Seonghwa to his office. 

As soon as he closed the door to his office you finally let out a breath. He turned and looked you up and down, “What the fuck?” You shake your head just as confused, “Seong- Mr. Park. Did you not know I was your new secretary? I know you didn’t interview me but didn’t you have a picture of me?” Seonghwa nodded and paced around in front of you. “I knew you looked familiar, fucking hell.” You felt like you were going crazy. “Oh my god… holy shit… I slept with my boss. And I had breakfast with him… and he took me home and kissed me… and then asked me on a date… Seonghwa what the fuck?!” 

Seonghwa looked just as stressed as you, “look, Seonghwa, what we're going to do… is pretend that didn’t happen okay? And that date you asked me on tonight, it can’t happen anymore right?” Seonghwa stopped pacing and stood in front of you. “Okay umm… I really don’t want to pretend that didn’t happen… I really like you but fuck, you’re my secretary now…” 

You looked at him and you looked like you were about to cry. You were tearing up and Seonghwa stood in front of you not knowing what to do. A tear fell from your eye and Seonghwa pulled you into a hug. 

You were crying quietly in his chest, “Shhh… princess, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. We’ll work it out, I promise.” He pulled back to see your face. Your eyes were still watery and your eyelashes were wet with tears. Your nose was turning a pink colour from your crying. 

He held your head in his hands and made you look up at him. “Look, y/n, I promise you it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you, we’re going to be okay.” You nodded softly and Seonghwa wiped the tears from your face. “And I promise I’m not going to fire you,” you laughed loudly as he pulled you into another hug. 

“Are you really that mean around here?” You asked wiping your tears. “You know… I didn’t think so… but I guess I am…” you pushed him slightly, “Seonghwa everyone is terrified of you,” you told him laughing even harder. “You’re not though. You had the nerve to interrupt me in the middle of my sentence,” he said while winking at you. “Yeah, for good reason…” you said while shaking your head.

“Okay, Seonghwa? Does it look like I just cried now?” Seonghwa took a good look at your face, “Hmm… not really, your eyes are a little bit puffy though…” he leans down and kisses each of your eyelids then down to your nose and he finally kisses your lips. You kiss him back gently and when someone knocks on the door you pull away, “What is it?” 

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, “Umm… are you two okay in there?” You snorted when you heard who it was, “We’re good Mingi… I’m not fired yet!” You yelled back at him. You laughed loudly, “See Seonghwa, this is why everyone’s scared of you. If you need anything, I’ve already been trained so just let me know.” You told him while walking away, “Wait… so are we still getting tacos after work?” You nodded before walking out of his office.When you walked 

When you closed the door to Seonghwa’s office he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You both just got yourselves into something so deep and you were both ready for the ride. 

When you walked out of the room Mingi looked at you like you were insane, “What is wrong with you? What were you doing in there? Was Mr. Park yelling at you?” You looked up at him with mock sadness, “Y-Yeah… I don’t know what I did wrong… He said next time he wasn’t going to be as nice about it, just because I’m new.” Mingi pulled you into a hug, “it’s okay, just be careful now,” you nodded against his chest trying to hide your amused expression.

“Mingi, can I tell you something?” He hummed as he was still holding you in his arms, “Remember that rich CEO I got with and then I got asked on a date?” Mingi pushed you off of him, “No way, y/n you’re lying!” You started laughing at his exasperated expression, “I’m dead serious, I cried in there because I thought I was going to get in trouble because of that… but he said it was okay and guess who’s still getting tacos after work?” Mingi looked at you in bewilderment and shook his head, “I can’t believe you… oh my god y/n”  

“Mingi you better go, I know you have a meeting in 5 minutes and I’m sure Mr. Park won’t appreciate if you’re late to it.” Mingi rolled his eyes at you and walked away to where you assume the meeting is being held.

You finally sat down for the first time that morning, trying to wrap your head around what happened.You hear a door open from behind you and you see Seonghwa walk out, “I’m going to a meeting, if anyone calls take a message okay?” You nod and follow his movements with your eyes, Seonghwa was really good looking. 

You knew this wasn’t the best thing to do. It wasn’t the best idea to have sex with your boss then continue to go on a date with him after your first day of work. Sure you couldn’t really change the first of the two things, but you could not go on the date with Seonghwa. You do think he’s really nice and sweet and hot… but dating people you work with, especially your boss, might not be the best idea. 

Were you willing to risk it all and go all in on your possible relationship with your boss? Yes, and you were willing to take the consequences of it happening.

The thing you didn’t want was the other workers thinking you thought you were better than them because you were involved with the boss, or he favoured you rather than them

Your thoughts got interrupted by the phone ringing. You answered the call and stated the response you were supposed to give when answering the phone, “Park Enterprise, this is Mr. Parks secretary. How may I help you?”

You listened to someone complaining on the other end of the line for 25 minutes on how her standards weren’t met. You saw Seonghwa stand in front of your desk as you repeatedly said “Yes ma’am” “I’m sorry about that ma’am” and “I’ll bring it up to Mr. Park” 

He was looking at you with amusement and you rolled your eyes for probably the 10th time since he started standing there, “Ma’am I’m going to have to put you on hold to assist Mr. Park.” “You know what? I’ll call again another time, thank you ma’am” and finally hung up

You sighed as you put the phone back where it belongs and look up at Seonghwa, “Are you surviving?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, “yeah, but this lady just called and complained about the company sending her the wrong shade of black for the past 30 minutes so…” he laughed at you and nodded, “If you need anything just let me know and I’ll help you okay?” You smiled at him and he walked away to go to his office. 

“Umm… M-Mr. Park” you heard someone practically whisper to get his attention.  You look towards the girls voice and Seonghwa stops in his tracks and turns to her. 

“M-Mr.K-Kim cancelled the m-meeting he had with you l-later today…” you can see Seonghwa’s jaw clench as he stares at the girl in silence. You look between them awkwardly and the girl is looking down at her shoes. You see her glance at you and you look to Seonghwa awkwardly, “Umm, you can go back to your office Mr. Park, I’ll deal with it.” He nods and turns to walk back to his office.

The girl sits in one of the chairs in front of your desk and hands you papers. You take them not really knowing what to do with them, “Thank you for interrupting… I’m sure he would’ve yelled at me if you didn’t say anything.” You nodded and looked at her curiously, “Umm, I know I’m new but I’m not really understanding why everyone is so scared of Seo- Mr. Park.” You scan the documents she handed you and it’s a letter sent by Mr. Kim stating why he cancelled the meeting. 

“Have you not gotten yelled at yet?” You looked at the girl and contemplated if you should lie and say yes, “No, Mr. Park has been nice to me… he’s even offered me help.” The girl looked at you like she didn’t believe you, “You’re lucky… I don’t want to scare you but it’s bound to happen at some point. I bet you $20 you’re going to get yelled at by the end of the day.” You looked at her with a smirk, “Do you have no faith in Mr. Park? Or me?” She shook her head and laughed at you, “Especially you sweetheart, I give you a week… then you’re gone.” You gave her the sweetest smile you could muster, “As you were the one about to get yelled at by Mr. Park. And who stopped him? Oh wait, it was me, so please excuse me and I’ll take this to him right now.”

She watched as you stood up and knocked on Mr. Parks door. He gave you an okay to enter and you shut the door behind you. “Here are the papers that girl gave me from Mr. Kim.” You gave the papers to Seonghwa and he looks at you for a minute, “Hey y/n?” You look at him, “Make sure you tell me if Sungwoo messes with you okay? The girl you were just talking to, she’s the “mean” one around the office, always messing with people.” You nod and look towards the closed door, “Besides me of course,” Seonghwa said with a wink. You laughed and nodded, “No but seriously, if she’s being unnecessarily rude to you please tell me, okay?” You nod again, “Yessir You’ll be the first one to know… not even Mingi” he rolled his eyes, “Go back to work you dork,” you laughed loudly as you walked out of Seonghwa’s office. 

The girl was gone but you saw someone else standing at your desk waiting for you. The man saw you approaching and smiled at you, “Hi, I’m Wooyoung… I work in the door to the left over there, I was wondering if you could print out some files for me?” 

You nodded and smiled at him, “Of course, where are they?” He directed you to where the documents where and you sent them out at the printer next to your desk. As the two of you were waiting Wooyoung tried to make small talk, “So… how’s your first day?” You looked towards him and thought for a little bit, “It’s actually been really nice… Mingi was scaring me quite badly about Mr. Park, but I think he’s really nice…” you thought he was going to think you were crazy so when he smiled and nodded you were surprised.

“Yeah, I think so too. I’ve been his friend for a few years and he was the one that got me this job here. Once you get to know him he’s probably one of the sweetest people you’ll meet.” You smile fondly at Wooyoung. You didn’t know him that well but you assumed he was a nice guy. 

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake as you said, “Y/n, my names y/n.” Wooyoung nodded and shook your hand. 

You saw the documents were done printing you tried to pull your hand away but Wooyoung still had it firmly in his grasp. You looked up at him as he looked at you with wide eyes, “What?” He hesitated a little bit before looking at you and saying, “Y/n… like Y/N the girl Seonghwa…” your eyes widened as you shushed him. You quickly pulled your hand away from him and shoved the papers in his arms. 

“Have a good day!” You said and got back on your computer like you were busy. “Wait! You are?! Oh my god! You’re the girl Seonghwa-” you put your hand over his mouth and then almost immediately took it back since you remembered you just met this man, “Yes okay! Now be quiet please before someone hears you! Especially before Seonghwa-”

“Before Seonghwa what?” Your heart stopped and both you and Wooyoung immediately stopped yelling at each other and looked up at Seonghwa. “Umm… nothing…” you said quietly while looking to Wooyoung. Wooyoung nodded, “Yep, just some friendly small talk…” you nodded in response to Wooyoung. 

Seonghwa hummed, “Really? Because it sounded like you two were yelling about me…” the both of you shook your head comically, “Nope… I don’t know what you’re talking about… all I did was print some papers…” Wooyoung nodded again, “Yeah… you’re hearing things…” your head swung to Wooyoung, “The two of you come in my office please.” Seonghwa said with a smile. 

The both of you cursed lightly under your breath as you walked into his office. Seonghwa closed the door behind the two of you, “Y/N… it’s only your first day and you’ve been in my office, what? 3 times and it’s not even lunch yet.” You raise your eyebrows but nod anyway, “Wooyoung, must I scold you too?” Wooyoung shook his head next to you, “No but… isn’t this the same y/n you hooked up with and then asked on a date?” Your mouth dropped as you gasped. 

Seonghwa’s gaze burned into Wooyoung and he turned to look at you with the same look, “What? I didn’t tell him anything! You’re the one that’s his friend!” Seonghwa looked back to Wooyoung, “Yes that’s the same Y/n and no I didn’t know she was my new secretary.” Wooyoung smirked at you and you felt your face heating up. 

You stayed standing there quiet looking at Seonghwa’s shoes, “And let me guess, that’s still not stopping you from going on the date and continuing to go on dates in the future right?” You slowly looked back up to Seonghwa to see his response. Seonghwa was looking at you, “Right…” you smiled softly as Seonghwa spoke up, “But if you say anything about this Wooyoung, to anyone else I’m gonna throw you out this window…” 

Your eyes widened as you panicked a little bit, “Umm… Seonghwa?” Both boys turned to look at you, “I may or may not have told Mingi…” you saw as his jaw clenched as he walked to his desk. He grabbed the phone and called who you assumed was Mingi, “Come to my office immediately,” you looked back down, “I’m sorry… he would’ve figured it out anyway…” Seonghwa shakes his head, “No it’s okay… I just need to make sure he isn’t going to tell anyone else.” 

You hear a quiet knock on the door and you try to hide your smile. “Come in.” You saw the door handle slowly turn as Mingi slowly walked in. He looked up as his eyes met yours and you tried to look as scared as possible. His eyes widened as he looked between you and Seonghwa who’s gaze was still strong. He walked in and stood next to you. 

You looked down and laughed quietly as Seonghwa was staring Mingi down, “Do you know what you're here for?” Mingi shook his head, “No sir…” you tried your best not to laugh but when you looked and saw Wooyoung laughing quietly you snorted. Mingi turned to look at you and Wooyoung as you were both laughing. 

Mingi looked like he understood now, “is it between…” Mingi seemed like he didn’t want to say it exactly so instead he motioned between you and Seonghwa. Seonghwa nodded, “Yes, I just need to make sure you’re not going to tell anyone… it’ll look bad on both of us if this gets out before we get into an actual relationship. You understand right?” 

Mingi nodded, looking a lot more comfortable than when he first came in, “Yes sir. I won’t tell anyone.” Seonghwa nodded, “If you do, you’re getting fired.” You watched as Mingi’s eyes flung open and his jaw dropped. “No, I’m just kidding, but it won’t benefit you if you tell anyone.” Mingi agreed and Seonghwa dismissed the three of you. Mingi wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you were walking out of his office, “you’re such a little shit” he said while laughing

You shooed both Mingi and Wooyoung to go back to doing what they needed to do as you sat down, not knowing what to do next. 

You stayed sitting at your desk quietly with nothing to do until it was your lunch break. Seonghwa called you into his office once again, “Can you go get me a burger from that restaurant down the street? Here’s my card, you can get yourself anything you’d like as well.” You agreed and made your way down to the elevator. 

You saw Mingi and a few other guys standing around the elevator, “Hey y/n! Wanna go get lunch with us?” Mingi asked you and the others just looked at you with smiles. 

“I would but I’m going to get lunch for Mr. Park right now.” You hear someone scoff and you turn to look at said person with a raised eyebrows. Mingi clears his throat as the elevator door opens.

The group of you get into the elevator and Mingi asks you again, “Are you sure? We could wait for you. Where are you getting food from?” You shake your head “No, it’s okay. I’m just going to that burger place a few buildings down.” 

Once again you heard a scoff and you stayed staring at the guy for a moment before looking back to Mingi. He knew what you were asking without saying anything, “Umm… that’s Changbin…” you nodded slowly while looking at him again. 

“Anyway, are you sure?” You nodded again as the elevator doors opened, “yeah it’s okay, I'll just eat at my desk.” Mingi reached into his pocket, “Let me at least pay then.” You stopped him before he got his wallet out, “No it’s okay Se- Mr. Park is paying for me.” You showed Mingi his card, a black card. He raised his eyebrows then winked at you before the two of you went separate ways. 

You had heels on so you were uncomfortable but they definitely weren’t as tall as the previous heels. After you finally got to the restaurant you ordered two burgers, fries, and drinks. You walk back to the office quickly and take the elevator up. 

You knock on Seonghwa’s door before entering, “Here you go. I didn’t know what drink you wanted so I just guessed.” He closes his computer and clears some space on his desk. 

“Eat with me?” You smiled softly and sat down at one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Are you doing okay?” You nod while eating some fries, “Yeah it’s been okay. I think everyone was just overreacting when they said I was getting fired on the first day.” Seonghwa laughs, “Does everyone really think I’m that bad?” You shrug. “I guess? I think… actually maybe… you were giving some people some pretty dirty looks earlier…” Seonghwa looks down and shakes his head. 

“It’s okay… it’s kinda hot.” His eyes snap up to look at you as you’re taking a drink of your sprite with a smirk. 

“Is it now?” You nod as you rest your elbow on his desk. He motions for you to come towards him. When you don’t move he mocks you, “aww, don’t get shy now princess.” You stand up and slowly walk to where Seonghwa is sitting. 

He moves his food out of the way and guides you to sit on his desk. “You’re so pretty princess, how am I supposed to control myself from bending you over and taking you right in the middle of the office?” You close your eyes and take in a breath. This can’t happen here. There’s too many people outside his office. 

Seonghwa lets a hand go and rub through the inside of your skirt and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. His fingers press on your clit through your panties. You bite your lip to keep your moans quiet, “Seonghwa… can’t… too many people…” Seonghwa chuckled mockingly, “Is that what you’re worried about? Almost everyone’s on their lunch break, but I want this as my lunch.” Seonghwa reached to pull your panties from off of you. You moan loudly and grab Seonghwa’s wrist. 

He takes your panties and sticks them in his top drawer. He takes his finger and rubs them up your slit to press on your clit. He brings his hand from out of your skirt and sticks his fingers in his mouth to taste you. You whimper softly as Seonghwa brings you off of his desk to kiss you again, “Finish your food princess” he taps your butt signalling for you to go sit back down. 

You sit back down, worried you might soak through your skirt. You’re sitting with red cheeks as Seonghwa looks at you with a smirk as he continues to eat his burger. 

You continue to eat your food in silence with small talk in between. The both of you learn more about each other in the short lunch break. The two of you keep talking past the set lunch break until you look at the time. It was 2:00 and you were supposed to be back at your desk at 1:30. 

You’re about to go back to your office as you hear a knock on the door. Mr. Park tells them to come in and the girl Sungwoo walks in. She doesn’t even look up when she says “Your secretary is gone. She’s not doing her job.” Seonghwa looks to you and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. 

“Sungwoo look up.” Seonghwa said sternly. You were still eating the last of your fries as you waved at her with a fake smile. Her jaw dropped as she saw you there, eating lunch with Mr. Park. “Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions right away Sungwoo.” Her jaw clenches as she looks at you, “you’re right Mr. Park, I apologize.” 

You stand up and take all of the trash from his desk to throw away and you walk out of his office with the girl following behind you. You turn to the girl with a smirk, “You still think I’m getting fired in the first week?” She scoffs and walks away from you. 

You go back to your desk and still have nothing to do. You’re glad it isn’t as stressful you thought it was going to be on the first day. The only thing that you’ve been doing all day is printing. You’ve printed something for probably everyone in this office at some point today. 

It’s almost 5:30, you can clock out in 15 minutes. You feel your phone buzz and you see a message from Seonghwa.

[Seonghwa] Come to my office when you clock out. 

[Me] yessir 

You sat at your desk on your phone since you literally had nothing to do. Mingi and the same guy from earlier came to your desk, “You’re leaving with me right? Because I’m talking Changbin home too.” You shake your head, “No, didn’t I tell you earlier?” Mingi looks like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about and you groan. You can’t say it here with Changbin here. 

Your phone starts to buzz on the desk and it’s Seonghwa. You and Mingi both panic and the both of you immediately go to cover your phone. You try and grab it without letting Changbin see who it is. You’re 60% sure he saw your phone so you just answer it without any hesitation. It’s quiet so you can hear what he’s saying on the other end. 

Mingi tries his best to cover you up, “So! Changbin! Let’s now now yeah?” Mingi was yelling to try and keep Seonghwa’s voice from being able to be heard. 

“Go ahead and come to my office now princess” your heart stopped as Mingi stopped talking as soon as Seonghwa said “Princess” Mingi coughed loudly as Changbin looked at the both of you suspiciously. 

You shooed them both off and waited until they turned the corner to go into Seonghwa’s office. 

“We’ll leave in a few minutes I just have to finish this paperwork okay?” You nod at sit at his desk. You’re watching Seonghwa type and write some stuff down and you can feel your heart start to beat faster. Seonghwa is really good looking, you’ve never felt this attracted to anyone before. 

You know you’ve gotten yourself into this mess and there’s no way you can get out of it easily. 

“I can feel you staring at me you know…” you look away with red cheeks. “S-Sorry…” he chuckled softly and looked up at you, “You’re so fucking cute.” You bite your lip and put your head in your hands. 

Seonghwa closes his laptop and walks to where you are. He runs his fingers through your hair, “Come on princess,” you stand up and Seonghwa takes your hand in his. He takes a key from his desk and leads you outside his office so he can lock it. 

He takes your hand in his again and you start to feel a little bit scared. There are still people here and they’re going to get the wrong idea. 

“Hwa… aren’t people going to see us? And get the wrong idea…” Seonghwa shrugs, “Probably but I don’t mind.” He pulls you closer to him and you’re on the verge of bursting from excitement. You haven’t been on a date in literally years. 

You can feel the glares of other workers looking at you. You get into the elevator, and with your luck Sungwoo was in the elevator too. 

You immediately try to hide your smile as she looks at the two of you in disbelief. You decide that two can play at this game. 

“Hwa…” Seonghwa hums in acknowledgment. “Did I do a good job today?” Seonghwa pets your head, “Yes princess, you did such a good job.” You smile before looking towards Sungwoo who looks like she’s going to punch you. 

The elevator doors open and she storms out as you snort. “What’s her problem?” You ask Seonghwa. He shakes his head, “I have no idea. She’s always really… what’s the word… rude. I think she has a thing for me? She’s made moves on me before…” you nod your head in understandment, “She’s really pretty.” Seonghwa shrugs, “I guess, but she’s just really not the best person. I’ve never been into her. She causes a lot of problems in the office.” 

The two of you get into Seonghwa’s car and drive to the taco place, “Yeah, she seems a little bit rude but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Seonghwa nods, “Yeah, sometimes it gets to the point where several people complain about her. I’m going through the process of wondering if I should fire her.” You gasp, “oh, is it really that bad?” Seonghwa laughed, “yeah, she’s deleted someone’s whole project because they were going to get the promotion and not her.” Your jaw dropped, “Are you fucking kidding?” He shook his head and laughed. 

Seonghwa put music on and started singing softly. His hand was resting on your thigh as you were looking at him like he was the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. “You’re have a really pretty voice.” Seonghwa smiled and squeezed your leg, “Thanks…” You watched as Seonghwa’s cheeks and ears turned a shade of pink. 

Seonghwa turned into the parking lot and the two of you got off. You felt a little bit awkward because the two of you look way too overdressed to be eating tacos at this restaurant. 

The two of you sit down and look at the menu, “What are you getting?” You ask Seonghwa since you’ve never been here before. “I’m just getting the taco plate.” you nod, “I’ll just get the same.” Seonghwa calls the waiter over so the two of you can order. Seonghwa placed the order for the two of you and you started talking about random things. 

“What do you mean DC is better than Marvel?” Seonghwa laughed as you looked at him in disbelief. “Yep. DC has better superheroes without a doubt!” you shake your head, “Are you kidding me? Captain Boomerang is probably one of the most useless superheroes, all he does is throw boomerangs.” Seonghwa groans, “Okay and? Groot, He’s just a tree that can grow his arms.”  You scratch your head awkwardly, “Um… Okay but… he… Touche.”  

Your food came while you were still talking about how Marvel is better than DC and how DC is better than Marvel. The two of you finally stop after agreeing the two of you would use the weekend as a DC and Marvel movie marathon. 

You ate the food as you continue talking about different things from music to your childhood. You really liked Seonghwa and it was pretty obvious at this point. You thought it was crazy that you were so attracted to him and it’s been 3 days. After a while the two of you were done eating and were just staring at each other. 

Seonghwa’s eyes went down to your lips, “Wanna go?” you nod quickly and stand up. Seonghwa pays and the both of you walk to his car. He still has your address in his GPS so he follows it and you arrive to your apartment after about 5 minutes. 

He parks the car and opens the door for you. You raise your eyebrows at him with a smile, “Just being a gentleman and walking you to your apartment.” you smile as he wraps his arms around your shoulder. You walk into your building and Jongho greets you, “Did you have a good day Y/N?” you nod before moving to take Jongho in a hug. He whispers in your ear, “Is that the rich CEO?” you laugh loudly and punch Jongho in his arm, “I’m gonna beat you up one of these days Jongho.” Jongho pushed you softly as you stuck your tongue out at him. 

You go back to Seonghwa and lead him to the elevator. You press the 6th floor button, “Are the two of you close?” You nod, “yeah, I’ve been his friend ever since he started working here last year. He was alone a lot of the time so I’d come down and keep him company sometimes.” The elevators open and you walk to your apartment. 

“Hey, thanks for today…” Seonghwa nods, “It’s okay… I really enjoyed it. You’re really nice to be around.” You smile as he leans in to kiss you. As soon as his lips make contact with yours, your heart clenches. He pulled away after a few moments and the two of you are looking at each other like either of you could disappear any second.

“D-Do you want to come in?” Seonghwa smirks at you, “sure princess,” you bite your lip as you unlock the door. As the two of you walk in you’re silently thanking yourself for being a clean person and not leaving a mess everywhere. 

“We can go to my room and… watch a movie or something,” you lead Seonghwa to your room and he sits on your bed. You go to your drawer and get the clothes Seonghwa let you wear a few nights before, “Here, you can change into these.” Seonghwa takes the clothes and starts taking off his suit. 

You watch as he takes his tie off and you can feel yourself getting wet. Seonghwa catches your eyes and winks at you before you look away. You quickly grab some clothes and walk into the restroom to change. You forgot Seonghwa had taken your panties and you didn’t take another pair in the restroom with you. You ignore it and put on your shorts either way. 

You go back into the room in time to see Seonghwa take his belt off. You involuntarily whimper as you hear the clattering of the buckle. Seonghwa looks up to you with a smirk. 

Seonghwa stops undressing and sits on the edge of your bed, “Come here princess,” you let yourself go to Seonghwa. He pulls you on top of him to where your straddling him. 

He looks at you for a few seconds to take in the sight of you sitting on his lap. He suddenly kisses you. It’s sloppy and rushed but you could still feel the passion in every movement. He pulls away, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Your heart swells from the complement and you take him into another kiss.

Seonghwa flips the two of you over so you’re on top of him. He immediately attaches his mouth to your neck and starts sucking marks onto you. You don’t mind but you’re just too impatient. 

You groan while spreading your legs for Seonghwa to fit. Your fingers rub down the expanse of his back, “Seonghwa…” you moan his name as he bites down softly on your neck. 

He sits up slightly so he can look down at you. You’re lying underneath him with rosy cheeks and your hair laid out prettily around you. His hands go town to the bottom of your shirt and start to lift it up. He looks at you for confirmation and you nod vigorously. 

Seonghwa fully takes off your shirt and his eyes immediately go to your chest. You’re wearing a pretty pink bra that would’ve matched with your underwear if you still had them on. 

Seonghwa lets his hands roam to your boobs, “You’re so pretty… every fucking part of you.” Seonghwa reaches down to unclasp your bra. He takes your bra off and leaves you in only your bottoms. 

You really have no reason to feel Self-conscious since you and Seonghwa have done this before, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to cover yourself. Seonghwa grabs your hands, “Don’t cover yourself princess, you’re so pretty,” your heart swells as Seonghwa is looking at you like your the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

You pull on Seonghwa’s shirt signaling for him to take it off, “So impatient…” you take a minute to look over Seonghwa. You can see the bulge in his dress pants and you move to unbutton his pants. You’re successfully able to pull his pants down enough for you to see his bulge through his boxers. 

Seonghwa takes his pants off all the way and moves to do the same with his boxers. You moan as his erection springs free from his boxers and hits his lower stomach. 

Without thinking you move to take your shorts off. Seonghwa watches as you spread your legs for him. He inhales sharply as he brings a hand down to rub up and down your slit and even going as far as sticking a finger inside of you. 

You grab his wrist before he can add another finger, “Hwa… Please.” Seonghwa looks at you in thought, “Tell me what you want princess,” at this point your mind is too clouded with lust so you don’t even feel embarrassed when you ask Seonghwa to fuck you.

Seonghwa complies and rubs his cock against your slit. You raise your hips in encouragement, “Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna fuck you like you deserve.” Seonghwa finally presses the tip to your entrance. 

You’re wet enough for him so he easily slides in. You grip his hand as you feel the burn in your bottom half. Seonghwa bottoms out before pausing, “You okay princess?” He pants, your eyes are scrunched closed as you nod softly. 

“Use your words please,” You open your eyes and look at Seonghwa, “I’m okay, you can move.” 

Your hips are pressed together as he lays his head down to rest in your neck as you clench around him. You moan as Seonghwa slowly pulls out and Seonghwa can’t help but groaning. 

You’re so wet you can her lewd squelching noises coming from your bottom half. You both feel so good to the other that neither of y'all are going to last long. 

“Fuck. Seonghwa. There. Please…” you wrap your legs around Seonghwa as you clench around him. Seonghwa moves his hips faster and harsher than before to help you reach your high.

The sound of your whines and skin slapping skin fill the room. Seonghwa reaches a hand down to rub at your clit. The feeling making you immediately clench around Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa groans and starts to move even faster and that’s it for you. 

Your muscles start to tighten as you begin to shake underneath Seonghwa. The sounds you’re making make Seonghwa feel like he’s about to explode. You’re making the prettiest noises Seonghwa has ever heard and he doesn’t want it to stop. 

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa moans out and he suddenly can’t control the orgasm that comes over him. His cock twitches inside of you as the rest of his body locks. You can feel him release inside of you and you clench around him and try to milk him of all his cum. 

Seonghwa pulls out of you and rolls over to lay next to you. The both of you are sweating and feel gross but neither of you wanted to move from next to each other. 

Seonghwa moves to wrap his arm around you and he looks at you with a soft smile before kissing you gently. You let out a hum before pulling away so you can catch your breath. 

The two of you lay in silence for a few minutes before Seonghwa rolls over to grab some of the tissues on your bedside table to clean you with. 

The two of you get under the covers and Seonghwa pulls you against his chest. You rest your head on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair and down your back. 

You take a minute to soak everything in. This is the first time in the longest time you’ve felt like this and you’re terrified. You know that this has the chance to not end good, but you don’t really want to think about that. Right now you’re content with everything that’s happening and you really hope it’ll stay like this. 

[danteinthedevildom]

Okay so I just thought of something. So, when MC is summoned to the Devildom, they don’t know wtf is going on. So obviously, they weren’t prepared to y’know… disappear from the Earth realm for a year. But how do you think the people around MC would react? Like, literally one day they were there, and then they completely went missing. I feel like that part of the exchange program is never really touched upon, cause that… that would be cause for alarm, at the very least. Especially if the MC is a popular or influential person, so a lot more people notice when they disappear.

But here’s what’s worse: out of nowhere, MC comes back to Earth. But they’ve got a bunch of pact marks with demons (!!!) and apparently they died, but it’s okay, they’re alive again! Idk dude, if whoever they’re talking to doesn’t believe in angels and demons and stuff like that, I think at that point they’d think MC had just gone completely off the deep end.

Tbh this is something I think about a lot as well. Most of the MCs I’ve made are lonely or isolated people to try and avoid this narratively, especially since the game really does just make it seem like Diavolo just yanked a human out of the Human World without much forethought. You can tell it’s not something they really thought on too much, either, since it’s... not really brought up again?

Which is fine! Honestly, it is, because it helps keep MC a neutral slate and allows players a chance to come up with their own thoughts - but I also would’ve liked a bit more information on it, if only because Diavolo’s powers are... incredibly inconsistent. Imagining how he did it is difficult when he seems to be capable of everything under the sun with oddly placed (or sometimes ignored) limitations. 

That said, this is me we’re talking about. So naturally I have a few thoughts regardless on how Diavolo might’ve gotten around the issue of MC’s absence, as well as how the people MC knew might respond to their sudden return (assuming that he did plan for something prior to MC’s arrival and didn’t just drag them down to the Devildom, because even Diavolo can’t have been that oblivious to the potential consequences). 

As always, I’ve written this post for a gender neutral MC with they/them pronouns, since I’m talking about MC in general!

My theories today are subheaded as:

Contact

Doppleganger

Coma

Timetravel

Charms

Hope y’all enjoy! (And please continue under the cut for the rest, bc this got a lil long and I don’t wanna drag out the whole tag asdfg).

Contact

At some point, Diavolo let MC contact their family. This is arguably the most boring answer, but it’s also the most logical. Even if MC didn’t tell the full truth, at least being able to inform their family that they’d be away for a year - without internet access - would avoid most issues. Their return, then, would be expected, and they would be capable of seamlessly melding back into society with no-one the wiser.

This would also explain away things like MC being a year older and having pact marks; a year has passed, and they could just say they went a little wild and got a bunch of tattoos. 

Plus, being away from home for a year, people would expect them to return a little different than before. They have no idea what happened while MC was away, and as far as they’re aware, MC spent the entire time somewhat off-the-grid. So something like MC cooking bigger portions (or cooking at all)? Well, that’s something they had to do while away. Or, MC frequently checking the fridge’s stock? Oh, that’s a habit they got into because one of the boys they were lodging with had a habit of fridge-raiding. 

So, this answer allows MC to behave differently without being seen as too weird or suspicious for it. People change in a year; there’s really nothing that odd about it. It might take some getting used to, sure, but if MC’s smart enough to sort of keep up the charade they came up with when first contacting their family, then I can’t imagine there’d be too much worry.

I think at most MC’s family would be panicked over their initial, sudden disappearance, but a few official (and potentially charmed) letters from Diavolo would iron any concerns out fairly quickly.

This is the answer most used in fanfic, whenever that concept gets touched upon, which makes sense; it’s the easiest explanation without having to go into any more detail, so more of the focus can be on what MC does in the Devildom rather than how MC integrates back into society. 

It also gives a more logical explanation for MC’s later return; they can just claim the same thing happened again, only this time for a more advanced level of education.  

Doppleganger

Diavolo has a doppleganger up in the Human World playing the part of MC. This is a bit more fun! Dopplegangers aren’t perfect, but they are just about good enough; the people MC knew might not think anything is inherently wrong, but would recognise (depending on how close they are to MC) that something isn’t quite right, either. 

Being mirrors of their real counterparts, Doppleganger!MC would have the opposing dominant hand to MC; they might prefer their drinks without sugar if MC prefers theirs with; their hair would part on the opposite side, or curl in the opposite direction. They would know most of the things MC does, but not all, especially if they’re trying to recall something from years ago. 

It’d seem, perhaps, that MC is just a little... lost. Like there’s something they’re hiding, or maybe that they’re just not at their best. Their family might worry for them, but it wouldn’t really be enough to say for certain that they need to stage an intervention. Maybe just enough to keep a closer eye on them than usual, though.

When MC returns, suddenly back to their usual self, most people would assume they’d gotten out of whatever funk had been troubling them. Chances are there wouldn’t be too many questions asked, especially if MC played along and pretended that they’d just been feeling off, or claimed that they’d been depressed/struggling mentally. They might have to deal with worried friends/family mother henning them a little bit, or mandatory therapy sessions to help with the stuff they’d been “struggling” with, but most people would just be relieved that they’re okay again. 

Doppleganger!MC would disappear as soon as MC arrives. If we say that Dopplegangers are actually made from a person’s reflection, they’d simply slip back into MC’s mirror, and return the memories of the year they lived to MC. 

As you can imagine, that’d be difficult for MC to get used to, at first; they’d have two sets of memories for the same year, after all. They might have moments of recollecting the wrong event with the wrong people, or saying an inside joke that their family isn’t in on. It’d get easier as the memories settle with time, but I wouldn’t be surprised if MC had chronic headaches for the first few months - which might help to convince people even more that MC had just been quietly struggling. 

Coma

MC’s real body is still up in the Human World, maybe in some sort of coma. The MC we see in the Devildom is MC’s awareness and soul hosted inside a temporary body. 

This one’s a little more... fantastical? It would suggest that MC’s Devildom body is something like a golem, maybe; an empty vessel that Diavolo’s used to channel everything they are into. 

MC likely wouldn’t even know the difference. We know Diavolo’s strong enough to turn a dying angel into a human, after all; turning a magical vessel into something living with the help of the soul itself might be well within his power. In this case, the golem would become flesh and blood; every inch as real as MC’s actual body, with all their defining features (like scars and stretch marks) copied over as well. 

Being magical, their Devildom body can be healed more easily; that’s how they can survive Lucifer’s attack, for instance. It’s not indestructable, however. They can still die, it just takes a lot more - e.g. Chapter 16. 

If they die in their Devildom body, their real body dies, too. Unless their future self happens to take their place in the timeline. Then they just flatline and come back from the brink.

This gives a little more freedom for MC’s return to the Human World. We can say that Diavolo wasn’t sure about the success of the Exchange Programme when he was preparing to grab MC - or wanted to keep some of the Devildom’s secrets quiet for a bit longer while he subtly improved relations once the programme was concluded - so engineered a situation where MC's time in the Devildom could be written off as some sort of coma-dream. 

Imagine waking up, bleary-eyed and disorientated, to pristine white walls and the shrill, steady beeping of machinery. MC’s first experiences awake in the Human World would be doctors and nurses bustling about around them, slowly helping them come around from the coma, and the slew of tests and questions that would follow someone waking up an entire year later. 

They wouldn’t have time to think about the Devildom, and by the time they did, they’d already have been told about the circumstances that led to them being in the hospital. Mentioning their missing year would result in a “sometimes these things happen with comas” explanation, because weirder things have happened than someone waking up thinking they went to hell - such as a woman speaking fluent Spanish despite never learning a single word of the language, or waking up with a completely different accent.

It would be easier for MC to reintergrate into society, of course; they’d be supported by hospital staff who aren’t likely to let MC live too long in the “delusion” of their coma-dream. They’d likely even go through therapy to help them cope with the stress of having lost an entire year, and that would likewise deal with the “reality” of situation, and encourage them to let go of their memories of the Devildom. 

Some MCs might stubbornly cling to their memories, but others might genuinely come to believe that their year in the Exchange Programme was nothing more than a dream. So the latter would move on easily, with few questions from family members and friends, and little else said about the year they were in a coma. Meanwhile, the former might be forgiven for descending into demonology and babbling on about demons on the grounds of “they’re struggling to cope” - or they might be sent to further therapy sessions until they finally just give up trying to talk about it, holding onto their memories bitterly in their heart.

Timetravel

Diavolo, using Barbatos’ time-related abilities, sent MC back to the Human World moments after they were originally taken. This means that MC lives an entire year that no-one else in the Human World has. 

I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? Barbatos has time-related abilities, and was capable of sending MC back in time during Chapter 16. Sending them back mere seconds after they left would create a stable time loop and ensure that nobody ever noticed MC was gone at all - even if they were somewhere public. 

There would be a lot more of a struggle for MC with this concept, however. They’d have memories of a year that no-one else does, and no explanation for why they’ve so suddenly changed. Any habits they picked up, or scars they have, or fears they gained, wouldn’t make sense to the people around them. Why would it? A moment ago MC was acting just fine, and now they’re acting... weird. 

This would be the MC most likely to be seen as absolutely nuts by their friends and family. If they slipped up, there’d be no way to explain why. If they said it was 2022 instead of 2021, they’d have to awkwardly laugh it off and say it was just a slip of the tongue. If they mentioned any of the brothers, they’d have to make up an entirely different backstory for them and a reason for why they’d never spoken about them before.

Everything they said or did has the potential to be seen as suspicious. How suspicious, or what people choose to believe in response, depends on what MC says - but at the very least, MC’s friends and family would probably think they’re having a nervous break. (More open-minded friends and family might genuinely start to wonder if MC’s a timetraveller.) 

There are a thousand pitfalls and mines MC would have to dance around daily to avoid getting caught out, and it’d be stressful as hell. 

It’s not just them talking about demons and angels, even thoughtlessly - though they are the most likely to joke that Satan would love their neighbour’s cat, or to grumble over a “totally inaccurate” depiction of Lucifer that he’d hate to so much as know existed, and get some warning looks from the especially religious. (Honestly, though, it’d be easy to laugh that off as having some weirdly-named online friends. For years my parents got used to me calling my friends by their usernames or nicknames, so a quick-thinking MC could play it off cool.) 

It’s also them trying not to give away insignificant future knowledge.

For instance, if Levi found a way to stream an ongoing anime for MC in the Devildom, they’d be a whole year ahead of the current show. Any conversation they entered would be a potential fuck up away from them accidentally revealing something that hasn’t been shown yet. By the time the show caught up, they’d be well known for their “scarily accurate predictions”.

More than that, however, it’s just... MC trying very hard to smile and act like they always used to, but having forgotten who they used to be. A year is a long, long time, and the Devildom may have changed MC’s personality completely. Trying to remember who they were would be almost impossible, and knowing that who they are isn’t accepted would take its toll eventually.  

Charms

Knowing that MC had been chosen for the Exchange Programme, Diavolo - either by himself or using someone like Asmodeus - charmed everyone MC knew into simply filling in the blanks. 

There’s a degree of fucked up demonic magic to this concept, so if you believe in a more demonic Devildom, this might be the better idea. 

The charm wouldn’t blank people entirely. They wouldn’t forget that MC exists, or believe a pre-determined lie; that leaves a chance for magic-sensitive humans to break free of the charm if it conflicts with their own thinking, even if the probability of that happening is exceedingly rare. 

Instead, it would gently tweak their thinking. It would let them say a believable lie, and make others around them more susceptible to believing that lie. Essentially, they’d all come to their own conclusions, though surrounding a more centralised concept.

For instance, it might start when a friend (or boss) rings up MC’s parents to know why they aren’t responding. If there’s a currently sick family member, the parent would say that MC’s taking time out to provide 24/7 care; if MC’s known to be a musician, the parent would say that MC’s been picked up by an unknown band and is chasing glory across the country. 

The friend would spread that to other friend circles; the parent to other family members. It’d be a sort of circle of suspicion and acceptance:- 

Brows furrowed, lips pulled down, a halting, “Does... anyone know what happened to MC?”

A sudden click in someone else, the charm sparking in their mind, a reassuring smile tugging at their cheeks, “Oh, don’t you remember? They’re...” 

The charm flickering to life in the original speaker, an embarrassed laugh, a flood of relaxation rushing through their limbs, “Shit, right, I totally forgot...”

So by the time MC returns, there’s no panic. People welcome them back in without a second thought, half-asking questions and cutting MC off if they start to say something that goes against the established lie with a, “oh, that’s nice, but -”. Conversations quickly change as the magic diverts their thinking away from any form of suspicion, so MC can’t unravel the spell with the truth.

It means they can’t talk about their year in the Devildom at all, of course, but it also means they can come back without much fuss. Any changes are looked over; peoples’ eyes glance towards new scars or marks and slowly haze as they shift away before clearing again; new fears or personality differences are laughed off as being part and parcel of whatever kept them away for a year; thoughts drift away whenever someone thinks to question something MC’s said or done. 

No actually talking about the Devildom, but they could relate heavily edited hijinks and stories.

Disappointing for MC, definitely, and maybe a little disturbing - but they’d be safe to talk, at least, about the boys in general terms, because the charm would make their friends and family equate each brother to a figure in the lie (such as a bandmate or manager in the “MC joined a band” concept). 

So! You might’ve noticed that I didn’t actually go over the pact mark topic much, except on the very first idea. That’s because I have my own ideas for how MC could get away with them that could work regardless of situation, pretty much! 

Pact Marks

Pact marks are anchored to the soul; they appear on the body as a physical indication of demonic claim, and follow the soul regardless of body swapping (whether intentional or accidental). 

In the case of our Coma option, MC’s Devildom body would initially bare the pact marks, as that’s where their soul resides; they’d then transfer to MC’s real body once they’re returned to the Human World. 

Being magical in nature, however - and uniquely attuned to the soul - they aren’t always visible to the naked eye. 

How this works is entirely up to interpretation, but I personally have three “rules” I like to follow - though you can also use each rule as a single option.

- Pact marks are only visible to those imbued with magic. 

The naked eye isn’t capable of seeing magical elements without assistance, and even then struggles to see anything related to the soul. As pact marks are a representation of claim over the soul, no non-magical human can see them; they’d simply see bare skin. 

Only sorcerers like Solomon or magic-sensitive people (those who are untrained or really don’t have enough magic to be trained) would be able to see them. The latter, however, would really only see smudges; enough to know the marks are there, but not which demons they relate to. 

On top of this, even if the pact marks are covered up by clothing, sorcerers and the magic-sensitive will still be able to feel them. The pact marks give off a magic signature that other beings with magic can sense, even if they can’t physically see the marks. 

(If you view this as a single option: this means only friends and family who can use magic would see/feel the marks, so MC would likely have a very interesting discussion with them on their return to the Human World.)

- MC can, at will, hide the marks from the magic-sensitive. 

This takes time to master, and won’t initially look very good - if it works at all. It’s sort of like the magical equivalent of learning how to hide a tattoo with concealer without it looking splotchy, being discoloured, or coming off. 

Covering them up with a little magic doesn’t physically get rid of them; anyone weaker than MC won’t perceive the claim and won’t feel the magic signature, but anyone stronger will be able to at least feel the magic resonance the marks emit, if not outright see the marks crystal clear.  

It’s a little added protection against more magic-sensitive friends and family, should MC happen to know any.

(If you view this as a single option: the marks would be naturally visible to normal humans, and MC would have to put effort into concealing them with magic. So they’d have to conceal the marks when out and about, and might get tired a little faster due to the energy it takes up.)

- The brothers can also dictate the visibility of the marks.

And - albeit begrudgingly - agree to conceal them from sight the night before MC’s departure. 

The marks represent the brothers’ claim over MC’s soul, after all, so act as a direct point of connection between demon and human (though technically MC’s not required to divvy it up for the brothers when they die). As such, the brothers can hide or intensify the marks as they please - and since they’re quite literally the Avatars of Sin, they’re easily capable of overpowering MC’s attempts to hide them. 

This (for instance) usually means that Mammon’s mark is the most visible even to the weakly magic-sensitive, and that it’ll be the “loudest” mark even when MC’s actively trying to cover it up. The night before leaving, however - should he have agreed to it - he’d have dimmed it so much that even someone as powerful as Solomon would struggle to place its position on MC’s body.

He’d only up its intensity again if he felt MC tug on the mark to increase its visibility.

(If you see this as a single option: yes, this absolutely means MC would have to beg the brothers not to be clingy and to hide the pact marks the night before they return to the Human World. If the brothers didn’t listen, there’s very little MC would be able to do except maybe change their wardrobe to include things that cover up the marks.)

A fourth, unrelated option to the above rules - if you think the marks are a physical thing anyone can see - would be this:

- The pact marks are always visible, but concealed by Diavolo with a simple charm. 

It’s easy, after all, to trick humans into looking over things that are staring them in the face with basic deception; a demon prince would have no issue setting up a spell that makes people glance over the marks without a second thought. 

Which works lore-wise, too, since Diavolo would want to protect MC while they’re up on the Human World (by not making them a massive target) and would be difficult for pretty much anyone to see through (since even Solomon and Simeon can’t see through Diavolo’s illusions). It’s pretty much fool-proof.

[sunlightwoo]

Just Three Wishes

pairing: changmin x g.n reader

genre: childhood friends(?) to lovers au, fluff (i think this was really cute tbh)

wc: 2.8k

plot: You meet someone from your past as they come back into your life with a coupon that you handwritten when you were six, asking for three wishes for Christmas. What you couldn’t think about, however, was how your childhood crush got their hands on it, considering he wasn’t the recipient of the original gift.

a/n: this was actually my first collab that i’ve ever done for tbz and i was like crazy nervous for it ahaha but thank you to Dana ( @timextoxhajima​​​ ) for creating this cute "12 days of christmas’ collab and for the other creators that also are apart of it!! you guys are all amazing writers and i look up to you all as a deobi writer ahaha but this was fun to write!! i hope you guys support this collab and give the other lots of love too!!

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“Choi Chanhee, what are you going on about?” You grumbled softly as you rubbed the sleep that was still leftover from your eyes, sitting up slightly on your bed while the person on the other end of the phone call that was on your nightstand continued to loudly rant about his problems.

So much for sleeping in, you think to yourself as you continue to listen to your best friend talk into the speaker phone.

“Remember when we were kids, you gave me that coupon where you would grant me three wishes whenever I wanted them? I needed to use them now for this dumb holiday I’m going on, but I can’t find it.” He grumbles and you could hear a bunch of shuffles that indicated he was still looking around his bedroom to look for it.

You remember the coupon that you wrote clearly in messy neon green handwriting, thinking that for your best friend it would be the greatest gift to let him have three wishes that you would grant under any conditions that were given. There was even an entire terms and conditions that you wrote on the back with your six year old conscience putting it into consideration, smartly, before signing it in a signature stamp of a smiley face that you got from a teacher weeks ago as a prize for the golden stars you’ve had all year.

“Where was the last place that you had it? Did you misplaced it anywhere, or maybe someone might’ve taken it from your room, even though it seems stupid for it to happen.” You say and huff out a breath as you hear him deeply sigh on his end in frustration, up until the moment that he speaks up once again.

“The only person that could have possibly taken it as a joke is my roommate, but I don’t know if you remember him from when we were kids.” He mutters almost to himself and you furrow your eyebrows at the thought of who his roommate was, considering you don’t remember him telling you who it was at all.

“Who is it? Juyeon? Kim Younghoon?” You asked and got up from your bed, however you could’ve sworn that if it weren’t for the cushions of your mattress behind you, you would’ve fallen right onto your hardwood floor from the sudden surprise of words that leaves his mouth.

“Ji Changmin, your stupid childhood crush.”

Wish One

You think that it’s quite hilarious that you were scared about meeting up with your childhood crush at your best friend’s apartment considering you’ve been there multiple times in the past. The only difference between those times and apparently now was that he was actually present in the apartment, which meant that there was no other place you could possibly go to.

Memories of Chanhee telling you that Changmin would always hole himself up in a dance studio late at night flashes in your mind, as you remember why you would never see him whenever you went over. However, that didn’t mean that he didn’t exist as you remember the fond boy from when you used to be in elementary school, developing a small crush on him in the third grade because you agreed to ‘date’ for a day or two.

It was quite embarrassing as you remember it, not knowing what you were doing at the time because you were pretty sure that the person you were back then was different from present you. Of course you were, it’s been over fifteen years since you last saw him and wrote the coupon so what difference would it have made?

As you finally arrived at the familiar apartment building, you made your way to the familiar floor with the festive decorations on it with caution, softly knocking on the door as you waited for the person on the other end to open it. The sight that you were greeted with, however, made it feel as though your breath had gotten knocked out of your lungs, since the person in front of you was definitely not the childhood crush that you had back when you were a kid.

“Ji Changmin.”

His name easily slips out of your mouth as if it were like a baby on a slide, and you watch as a small grin paints across his lips while he leans against the doorframe. The smile that was on his face was no different from the one that you recognized in the past that never seemed to change, however he had grown well, you think to yourself as you looked at him with a surprised look.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you again. Chanhee told me you were visiting.” He says while you hummed in response entering into the small home after he had moved aside for you to step in.

“He told me that you had something of mine that you stole from him.” You mused, turning to look at him with an eyebrow raised while you stood in the middle of his living, watching as he grins widely while holding up the familiar coupon from your six year old self.

Why did you think it was so cute back then?

“It was never addressed to him properly,” He playfully retorts and you could tell that from the glimmer of mischief in his eyes that he was up to no good, making little butterflies appear in your stomach from how attractive he suddenly looked in the light, “Which means I technically have the three wishes now, if your coupon is still valid of course.”

You weren’t sure why you were suddenly feeling attracted towards this more grown version of Changmin, but something about his confidence and aura screamed for you to get close to him once again; see what changed and what stayed the same from what you remembered him for. However, you were also a bit wary considering it’s also been years since you last saw him, which means that you weren’t sure what he was capable of in terms of your heart.

“What’s your first wish then?” You say while crossing your arms in front of your chest and he smiles a bit before thinking for a bit as he looks back at you with a softer look on his face.

“Let’s go on a boba date, to catch up for all the years that we missed,” He says and holds out his hand for you to take, making you give him an unsure look before placing your hand into his as you allowed for him to drag you to whatever boba place that he liked, “I promise, I’ll be the gentleman and pay for it.”

After that promise, you do end up at the boba place catching up with one another about the years that you missed from one another, including the ones where you already heard of the speculations from Chanhee. It was almost as if the two of you had still kept in touch with one another once in a while, like you never stopped talking to one another because of your different ways, but you were grateful that he never went into too much depth with your childhood.

That didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach, however, to stop erupting in your stomach with every glance that he threw at you, making it even harder for you to even think about his other two wishes.

Wish Two

You somehow find yourself spending more and more time with Changmin after his first wish, finding some sort of comfort in his company despite the teasing that always came from Chanhee. He took pride in himself after that first wish that he was happy that Changmin stole the coupon from him, up until he was dragged back to his situation with his family at home during the holiday.

Giggling to yourself, you looked out your window to see the grey and white skies indicating that it’d snow pretty soon, wondering what he might be up to on his end of the sky. As if it were on cue, your phone lights up with a text message from him that makes you raise an eyebrow at his wish just as an incoming call arrives shortly afterwards.

“You want to use a wish to go ice skating?” You muse, holding your phone up to your ear as you were already getting up from where you were to go pick out an outfit from your closet to wear.

“It’s pretty nice outside to go skating though, don’t you think? Plus it’d be fun for us to go, after how much we had fun catching up last time.” He grins on his end, making a smile spread across your face at how excited his tone was on the line.

His positive aura was contagious enough to even spread to you through the phone.

“I suppose… Just pick me up in fifteen minutes.” You say, smiling as he hums in response before hanging up the call which makes you think to yourself; was this even a date?

After throwing together a good outfit that would keep you warm from the harsh winter, you smiled to yourself as you admired how put together it looked when you heard the sound of a car resonating from outside. Noticing that it was the familiar car driven by Changmin, you grabbed your phone and keys before leaving your apartment to go ice skating

The entire trip was comfortable considering you two were still at the level of friends that were still getting closer to one another. You remember what Changmin had said the last time that you two had met, where during your boba date he remembers vaguely how you both dated for a day or so while looking at you amusedly for your reaction to it, in which you remember cringing to it slightly.

It seemed as though your thoughts were gone by the time that you both made it to the skating arena that was close by to the park that you recognized from your middle school days. A smile paints your face as you notice the little kids that were skating around with their friends and family along with the different couples that were skating around as well, making you turn to look at Changmin with a curious look as you noticed that he was already looking at you.

“This isn’t a date, is it?” You asked him in an amused tone and he gives you a playful look before shrugging slightly, a breath escaping his lips as he glances between you and the arena.

If anything, he’d think that he was being obvious with his actions towards you, that there was that side of him showing how much he really liked you and admired how well you grew up since the last time you two encountered.

From the moment that he found out from Chanhee that you, said roommate’s best friend, was the same person from his childhood that he had a huge crush on and dated for possibly a day or two. He remembered the way that your eyes would always light up at the sight of one another as kids, along with how it would also be whenever you talked about your day or admirations so passionately that would make his childhood crush on you stronger.

So when he knew that you were still honoring the wishes that you owed Chanhee, he took it upon himself to take it for himself instead and hope that maybe you wouldn’t be too mad at him for stealing them. He was surprised that it ended up being the complete opposite seeing as though you were willing to go on the boba date, and now the ice skating date after weeks of warming up to one another again this winter.

He wished that maybe, those feelings from back then were reciprocated as the strong feelings that he held for you now after hiding himself from you for so long.

“What if I wanted it to be a date?” He responds to your question, giving you a more hopeful look that makes you feel flustered in your seat while you could feel a small rush of heat at your cheeks, eyes darting away from his to look at the ice skating arena once more.

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that he was your childhood crush, or maybe it was the new emotions of him still being your crush now that was making you feel this way, that you were slowly falling for Ji Changmin again. It was almost a haphazard  for your heart, you think, that you were falling for the kind boy once again like you did back then for everything that he became in this present day.

And you weren’t complaining about it either as you pondered to yourself whether you should take today’s date as an actual date or a wish that he wanted to use.

“I guess it wouldn't hurt then, right?” You say and you could tell that by the way that his hand snuck into yours to give it a soft squeeze, you knew that you’d be okay.

Wish Three

It was a quiet morning that you wake up Christmas morning somehow arms wrapped around someone’s torso as the light coming in from your window was beaming through. It made you confused since you weren’t used to the feeling of being with someone on the holiday that you didn’t celebrate as much as your peers did, but it was the sight of the person beside you that somehow made a smile appear after remembering how you got here.

After the ice skating date that Changmin had taken you on weeks ago, you both went on another boba date that resulted in him asking if you wanted to go out with him without the label because he wanted to go slow with you. You, for one, weren’t complaining considering you had rather taken it slowly when you both had just reconnected about two months ago in the cold.

Now it was two months later on Christmas morning that you found yourself wrapped around each other’s limbs as the snow from last night’s storm was finally over and accumulated to the large piles of snow outside. You looked at Changmin with a smile that had met your eyes, taking in his soft facial features as he continued to sleep while facing you at the same time.

It wasn’t until you noticed him stir and his eyes were now suddenly locked onto yours that he gave you an amused look while smiling shyly to himself. In almost a split second, his shy demeanor changes to a more playful one where his hands now meet your sides to tickle you up and down as a loud bundle of giggles escape your lips.

“Hey, stop it! You can’t just do that!” You call out in between breaths and laughters, giving him a look when he pauses to give you a mischievous grin that made you acknowledge that at this point, he was never up to anything good.

But then again, you wouldn’t be surprised considering that it was just him that would make your heart speed up at the pace that it was going at like it was now; too fast.

“What if I said I wanted to use up my last wish today as my Christmas gift? Can I do that?” He says releasing you from his hold as he allowed for you to catch your breath to think without having his tickles distracting you from what he had planned for his last wish.

These last few weeks he hopes that all of the signals of you both just enjoying your time in the present were the ones that were all greenlights for what he wanted to do. He had been wanting to finally make it official with you, but he wasn’t sure how you would feel about it considering that even though it was his last wish, it could go against your ‘terms in conditions’ if you were to say no in response to it.

“What did you want to grant as your last wish then?” You ask him softly, looking at him in curiosity as he pretends to think to himself the question when he glances at you once more.

In a blink of an eye, he leans forward to connect your lips into a gentle kiss that was full of warmth and love, one that was able to leave you breathless enough to make you blink for a moment when you both pull away. A smile is painted across his lips as you are caught flustered and off guard, making you look at him confusedly when he speaks up once again.

“My last wish is for me to finally become your boyfriend, for real this time and only if you’ll let me.”

[just-a-creep-babe]

Toby x Shy but Sweet! S/O Hcs uwu

Commissioned by anonymous, thank you so much luv 💗💞

~Requests are closed~ 

Masterlist: x

Though you’d never guess it by how bubbly & extroverted he usually is, Tobbers is actually pretty reserved around strangers

Something about being bullied all his life doesn’t make it easy to approach new ppl

So even if someone does catch his eye, it’ll take a while for him to get the courage to introduce himself—especially if they’re also shy & don’t approach him first

Luckily, boy’s pretty curious, so once he warms up to their presence, he’ll quickly wanna get to know them better in the hopes of becoming friends uwu

Like, even despite everything he’s been through, he’s still optimistic & open to the idea of trusting, ya know?

And he’ll be super happy when he sees how sweet & caring they are as he starts chatting them up :3

He honestly thinks they’re sO gosh darn cute & adorable that he has to stop himself from gushing over them all the time 🤧💞

It doesn’t take long for him to get attached cause it isn’t often he feels safe to be himself around someone else—especially without getting teased for all of his disorders and such

Seriously, it’s like a breath of fresh air knowing he doesn’t have to hold back when he’s with them ^^

Feeling comfortable enough to be vulnerable combined with the fact that they’re just so kind & sweet & encouraging means that they very quickly become his best friend 💛💛

The two end up practically joined at the hip tbh

Anything they could possibly want/need, he’s there to offer up his help anyway he can

They‘re just such a positive force in his life, homeboy wants to return the favor, yknow?

He also ends up becoming mad protective of them

Like he doesn’t want anyone to take that good-hearted nature away from 'em 

So not only do they gain a new best friend, but they also inherit a personal bodyguard 😏👌

He almost doesn’t wanna let them out of his sight because god what if something bad happens while he’s away??

Poor bby boy’s already lost his sister, it‘d kill him to lose them too

In a way, they kinda remind him of her ngl

He definitely makes it clear that no one, and I mean no one, should dare hurt them or make them uncomfortable in any way

Looking at you, Jeff 😤😤

Honestly tho, Tobbers is pretty oblivious to things like love & romantic attraction, so he doesn’t exactly,,, realize or understand that he is, in fact, in love w/ them

He just kinda,, doesn’t really think about that stuff, so it never crosses his mind that he might actually wanna be more than just friends

Either they have to make the first move, or one of the other proxies have to intervene

“Dude. You obviously care for them. Why not just ask them out already?”

“Wait, I what—?”

Once he realizes he missed out on being with them, he’ll feel kinda bad abt it

Like he inadvertently led them on w/o making any moves, so he might’ve confused them or even made them a lil insecure 🥺👉👈

Which only ultimately makes him that much more attentive to their needs when they do start dating

Not that he wouldn’t have already been the most caring bf in the world already 🥰❤️

He’s jus,, so eager to please his s/o, no matter what it takes uwu

It always makes his heart swell w/ pride & joy when he makes them smile—just knowing that he’s the one that makes them happy is like a drug he can’t get enough of 💋🌹

Like I mentioned, he’s not really experienced,, at all when it comes to dating, so he’ll often ask the creeps for advice

And when one of them mentions love languages, he’ll try his darnedest to find out what his s/o’s preferred form of affection is

And then he’ll always be sure to give them plenty of the lovin they need, no matter what it takes 💞

He’s just madly infatuated with how sweet & kind they are; he‘d do anything to repay them for the joy n security they’ve brought to his life <33

And, let’s be honest, boy’s been through a lot

Things haven’t been easy for him, and while he usually is pretty optimistic, there are times when he gets down in the dumps

Having an s/o who’s willing to stick around with him when he’s not feeling too hot—being patient & kind & sticking around to help him feel better is actually godsend

Lowkey thinks his s/o might be an angel

Sometimes he’ll start thinking that he doesn’t deserve them, but a few reassuring cuddles and he’ll forget all about his doubt & insecurities ❤️🌹

Everything about them makes him wanna be better so he can be the bf they deserve to have <3

He knows that social situations can make them uncomfortable, so any time they gotta socialize, he’ll try to take attention away from them if they start getting nervous

But he’s,,, not the greatest at reading body language, to put it lightly, so it’s more likely that they’ll have to come up with some kind of verbal/physical cues to let him know if they’re ok or not

And then depending on the situation, he’ll either pull attention away from them or just straight up drag them away from the scene

Also, if they think he was overprotective before they started dating, whew boy, they’ve got another thing coming

He‘s gottta remind himself that they can take care of themselves, but he just worries sm

And honestly, can you really blame him after everything that’s happened? :/

Lowkey, he might stalk them just to make sure they stay out of harm’s way—oop

It’s not that he doesn’t trust them, either, he just doesn’t trust other ppl and like,, the world as a whole

He might even go to Slender to ask if he could keep an eye on them so nothing happens when he‘s not by their side

Seriously, boy would absolutely sell his soul if it meant his lil cutie of an s/o would forever stay safe & happy

If anyone upsets them & Toby finds out, they’ll have hell to pay

He’s always ready to throw hands for his angel (ง •̀_•́)ง

And if they have a bad day or are just feeling generally down/upset, he’ll do anything to make it better

Accidentally might end up going overboard tho—whoops

Like,, Toby, babe, there’s no way anyone could not only need one or two but three giant teddy bears to snuggle with

There’s hardly enough space in the room!!

He’s just trying his best tho, it’s honestly endearing :”)

Thinks his s/o is the sweetest, most precious thing in the world and would do anything to keep them safe & happy & comfortable with him

He might need help learning boundaries at first because he’s not used to the dating thing, but once those are established, he might actually be the best bf anyone could ever hope for

Loves his little angel with all his heart <3