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hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 08 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 6.7K

play — daddy issues by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, pharmacy tech!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, some soft scenes, jealousy, yoongi acting sus again, tears, mentions of bl00d + gvns, oc revisits the past, she’s incredibly conflicted too, tae with his shirt unbuttoned yes, explicit smut — fingering, teasing, clit play, tongue sucking, biting/scratching, dirty talk, praise kink

note: it’s been 84 years…i hope you guys like this chapter <3

Guilt sits like an unbearable weight on your shoulders. Holding you down and preventing your thoughts from wandering elsewhere.

You’re sat on Jungkook’s couch with your legs tucked under your bum, watching with a rapid heartbeat as he seems to be arguing with someone on the phone. From your view, you see him pace from corner to corner in the kitchen, rubbing his forehead, lips pursed before he starts to yell again, free hand making sharp movements to get his point across before he gazes up to the ceiling in thought.

He ends the call and approaches the lounge, you busy yourself with your phone, blinking at your reflection in the dark screen.

Expecting him to take the couch opposite you, you don’t shift in your space until he chooses to sit down next to you, arm draped over the backrest to have his hand rest on your shoulder. Swallowing thickly, you turn to him, asking him the question despite not wanting to know the answer.

“Any luck?”

He shakes his head, toying with his earrings, “nothing yet. But my guys managed to locate the office from the lines connected to my phone. They caught one of them there.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the light sweat you manage to work up after hearing that.

That little information coupled with the fact that Jimin hasn’t been answering your calls since you got back from the trip has your entire body running cold.

“And…the guy they caught,” you begin, keeping your voice as nonchalant as possible, “did he say anything or…?”

He smacks his lips, staring at the table in thought. You wait a bit for his answer, the suspense enough to give you a heart attack.

“Nah,” he sighs, ringed fingers now curled around your shoulder, “nothing yet. What’s this?”

He points to the small container you brought along with you this morning, curiosity replacing the pensiveness in his eyes.

“Oh,” you breathe, bringing it into your lap and opening it up for him to peek into, “today is treat day at Junho’s school, and I made a kiddies’ version of a charcuterie board. I brought the extra bits for you to have.”

He hums lowly, plucking out one of the heart-shaped cookies to pop into his mouth.

“Thank you, it’s tasty.”

You meet his gaze, trying not to focus on the cute way he chews with his brows furrowed when he takes another one of the heart biscuits. Setting it down on the coffee table, you lean back in your seat, breath catching in your throat once you notice that he’s a lot closer than he was a few moments ago.

Goosebumps erupt on your skin when he trails his index finger down the side of your face, tonguing at his lip ring as he stares into eyes. Dark eyes boring into your soul.

“I’m thinking about how much you’ve changed,” he husks, taking a few strands of your hair between two fingers.

You gulp, eyes trained on his, “what do you mean?”

“No, you know…I never would’ve thought that you…the old you at least…would make such a good mother.”

Melting. You’re melting on the spot, heart pacing at a rapid beat for a totally different reason now.

“Really?”

He nods earnestly, chin scrunching up, “you are. You get what I mean right? Younger us…my ___. I never thought of us as parents.”

Your gaze drifts to your hands, playing with the buttons on your blouse, “we were really young then.”

He takes an audibly deep breath, nodding to himself, “you’re right.”

Squeaking when he lifts your chin with his thumb and forefinger, your gazes reconnect, breaths mingling as he parts his lips and shifts closer, pretty eyelashes dusting his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut.

No. You’ve spent the entire weekend thinking this through, and you didn’t lose sleep over it for you to make the same mistake again. As much as you want it.

Pressing your hand to his chest, you push him away lightly, disregarding the way your body reacts to that pleasant scent of his. He looks at you quizzically, face a little empty.

“Jungkook,” you mutter, chewing on your lip, “I…can’t do this again.”

You glance around the quiet space of his home, sitting up since you sunk in the couch cushions. Sora is here, you know it. You saw her car parked outside when you got here and now…now this is happening all over again.

“You’re getting married in August,” you say pragmatically, seeing his eyebrow jump as if this is news to him, “what’s this, Jungkook? And I’m not so bothered that you’re playing with my feelings, but Sora’s?”

He looks away, tongue prodding at his cheek. You dip your head to find his gaze, waiting for him to say something, but he keeps you in suspense again. A recent habit of his that you’re growing to dislike.

“Jungkook?”

In an instant, he’s got your warm cheeks between his equally heated palms, nose nearly brushing yours.

You don’t miss the way his lips quiver when he begins speaking, a lump forming in your throat, “when I get back, we’ll talk about this, okay?”

Right. He’s leaving tonight. And you don’t know when he’ll be back, still, you nod weakly.

“Okay.”

With a small chuckle, he lets you go. You spring up from the couch, shielding your tears by turning away from him.

“Where’s Smiley?”

He speaks around a mouthful of wafers, ankle propped on his knee, “in his room. He’s mad at me…you know why.”

As you expected. When Jungkook returned, the first thing he made clear was that he’ll be leaving soon, and you warned him that if he’s going to be spending time with Junho – he’s a child, all he ever wanted since he was of knowing age was to meet his father, talk to him, become his best friend and that’s exactly what he got – he’s going to get attached.

His room door is open a crack, enough for you to peek in and watch him mutter to himself as he struggles to fit on his tiny Nikes, sniffling as he goes.

“Smiley?” You whisper, entering the door with a soft creak of the door. He wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand, teary smile splitting his cheeks.

“Mama, can you help me?”

“Sure.”

Crouching beside him at the foot of the bed, you slide his socked foot inside the shoe, watching his face carefully.

“These are cool, did dad get them for you?”

“Yeah,” he says mindlessly, “we got matching ones.”

You giggle, slipping on the other one before pulling him into your arms, kissing the crown of his head.

“Dad will be back soon.”

He hugs your arms, whimpering, “I’m scared.”

Worriedly, you tilt his body so he faces you, cupping his cheeks, “scared? What’re you scared of baby?”

His doe eyes are glazed with tears, voice cracking with his words which shatters your heart into a million tiny pieces.

“That dad won’t come back.”

Your breath hitches, tears brimming your own eyes as he repeats his words, sobbing into your shoulder. Rocking him back and forth, you keep him pressed to you as you rise from the carpeted floor, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

“He’ll come back Smiley, don’t worry.”

Despite the fact that you share the same fear.

Junho refuses to say goodbye to his dad, rushing over to your car to wait for you. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s expression cracks as he watches his son dash past him, waiting there with open arms. But you drag Junho back, making sure that he gives his dad a hug because you know he’s going to think about it later. And as much as you berated Junho for doing so, you think it’s his way of coping, he doesn’t want to bid farewell because he’s afraid that it might be his last.

You know, because you’re afraid too.

It’s funny how Jungkook watches Junho stomp away, with his eyebrows pinched together, chewing on the corner of his mouth with irritation. He seems surprised by the way Junho leaves, but all you do is shrug since he’s a replica of his dad. Acting the same way whenever he was annoyed about something.

Jungkook returns to the kitchen, humming as he washes the dishes with Sora standing behind him at the stovetop.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, last was that night at the club…You look between the two of them, wondering if Jungkook’s perception of her had changed since then but their silence tells you otherwise.

She passes you a small smile when your eyes meet, placing a fried egg onto the platter she set out.

“Jungkook eh…Kim Namjoon said he wants to meet us on Friday afternoon. At his office.”

He sets his arms on either side of the sink, clicking his tongue, “I won’t be able to make it this time. Don’t think I’ll be back by then. Is it fine if you go alone?”

You readjust your bag on your shoulder, “yeah, sure.”

“Just let me know what he has to say.”

“Alright. I’ll see you.”

Hurriedly, you exit through the front door as you hear him shout out a ‘bye’ to your retreating figure. You’ve never been to one of Namjoon’s consultations without Jungkook before, this will be the first. A part of you knows that you want him there not only for moral support, but another reason that you’re still trying to come to terms with after everything that had taken place these past few years.

The roads are always busy on a Monday morning, but you manage to get Junho to school on time and make it to work a bit after 8. Still, Yoongi announces that you’re late.

“Good to see the old man back in shape,” you giggle, patting his back as you pass him on your way to the office.

“Can’t stay cooped up forever…as much as I’d like it,” he mumbles the last bit, fixing his collar.

You roll your eyes, pressing your hip to the office door before turning on the lights, “how’s Yuri doing?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug, sipping coffee from his silver flask, “you should speak to her.”

“I spoke to her last night,” you inform, coming around the counter to find the iPad, “she seemed okay.”

“You know how stubborn she can be. Is Junho coming over this weekend?”

“Mhm, it’s been a while,” you snort, dipping your head to look between the shelves since you always seem to find it there, “I was shocked when he asked, but I think it’s because…Jungkook is out of town now.”

“Yeah.”

You spin around, seeing him arrange a stack of papers near the register.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?” You try, receiving another shrug from him.

“No.”

“Do you know why he left?”

“Business, you know. The usual. Plus, he has some other stuff to figure out since his systems were hacked.”

You return to your task of searching for the iPad, checking in one of the drawers then under the files set on the desk.

“How was your holiday?”

“Was alright.”

He hums, a knowing hum, one that you ignore since you want to avoid talking about anything to do with you and Jungkook. And Yoongi can be smug if he knows, but you still won’t spill.

“Did Junho enjoy his time?”

“Yeah, hey where’s the iPad? The one for stocks?”

Gesturing to his office near the stockroom, he waves a hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. When you were gone, I installed the software onto my computer since it’s easier for me there.”

“So you’re back to handling stocks? Did you sort out those double orders I told you about?”

He shuffles through the aisles to the back, shouting over his shoulder, “yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Your morning passes like every other morning at work, and despite how busy things become, your mind is elsewhere. Wondering if Junho is doing okay at school, hoping he doesn’t worry too much about his father coming back and gets distracted by playing with friends. He left the car in a bitter mood this morning, you’ve never seen him like that before. You know it’s all a part of growing up but you can’t help but feel guilty since you could’ve shielded him from getting too close to Jungkook. You knew he was going to leave eventually.

But at the same time, you know you would’ve felt guilty all the same if Jungkook left and Junho didn’t get to know his father.

At least Yuri offered to keep Junho after school these next few weeks since she’s working from home. She always manages to get him in a good mood.

With a burdened sigh, you work through few of the prescriptions Yoongi left out for you to file away from last week when you hear your phone chime.

Heart skipping a beat once you read the words on the screen.

[12:45] Taehyung 💏: Saw you in town today

[12:48] Taehyung 💏: Can I see you?

Sinking into your chair, you shoot him your response, holding your phone to your chest.

[12:50] You: okay, I’ll come over after work.

[12:50] Taehyung 💏: Perfect, I’ll be at my place.

The sound of the telephone ringing cuts through the air.

“Hello?”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Min’s Pharmacy, how can I help you?”

The man breathes heavily over the line, “what’s your name?”

“___.”

Confused, you clutch the phone to your ear, hearing the sounds of his breath even closer to the speaker.

“Hello?”

“Let Min Yoongi know that we’ll be arriving after 9 for pickup.”

“Sorry but we close at 4PM on Mondays.”

“Let Min Yoongi know that we’ll be arriving after 9,” he barks, so loud you pull the phone away from your ear.

When you’re about to argue your point again, he hangs up, leaving you to stare at the receiver in shock. At that moment, Yoongi returns to the front, hands in his coat pockets.

“Some idiot called now.”

He chuckles, inspecting the bottle of pills kept beside the register, “what did they say?”

“That they’re gonna fetch an order after 9. I tried to tell them that we’re closed at the time but they just yelled at me. Guess they’ll be coming all this way for nothing,” you shrug, unaware of Yoongi’s piercing gaze set on your face.

He unplugs the telephone from the socket abruptly, tucking it under his arm, “from now on, I’ll answer calls.”

“Wh—That’s impossible, Yoongi. I know you’re a perfectionist and all, but you can’t possibly do everythin—”

“Just—” his voice raises slightly, fist held up as his chest deflates “—handle our clients and I’ll take the calls.”

“But I need the phone for orders, Yoongi,” you remind, holding up the bag of pills, “and I send them to you.”

“Just leave it to me.”

“What’s the use of me being here if you’re gonna take my workload too,” you mumble, turning to greet the customers that walk through the front doors.

You watch Yoongi’s jaw tick before he marches to his office, coat swaying behind him to leave you even more paranoid.

Why does he suddenly want to do everything? He’s never been so keen on taking up your tasks.

Something’s up. But with Yoongi, it’ll remain a mystery to you for a good while, and you rather not ask.

Pulling up into Taehyung’s driveway, you can’t help but feel a little anxious seeing him today. Perhaps you didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself, but at the back of your head you know it’s because you haven’t seen him in what feels like ages.

Sure, you talked over the phone, video called now and again, but seeing him in person is far better than any of that. You’re also looking forward to hearing what he has to say since it’s been a good few weeks since you really discussed what’s going on between you. As well as that nagging in your mind, telling you that you should probably ask what’s going on with Jimin…

I told you so.

That’s what he’ll most definitely say…Ah, you can’t hide from the truth.

Most of all, you’re looking forward to being in his arms, hearing him say your name in that deep, baritone voice of his.

Stomach doing a twist, you stand at the front door and ring the doorbell, not waiting for less than a second as the door swings open to reveal Mr. Kang, bowing as you enter.

“It’s been a while, Ms ___. Come,” he ushers you around the pillars, taking you through a small passage before pausing behind a door with one frosted glass window, “he’s waiting for you here.”

He leaves you to prepare yourself before you finally press down the silver handle, the back of Taehyung’s head coming into view. The smile that begins to hurt your cheeks falls away when you catch sight of a woman seated at the corner of the table next to him, giggling as she touches his arm.

You clear your throat, unable to bring the same enthusiastic smile to your face as he rises from his seat and approaches you.

He says nothing, just eyes your tense figure before pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug, mumbling into your shoulder.

“I missed you so much.”

The woman looks to be in her early thirties, donning similar attire to him as she sits perched on the edge of the chair, twirling a shiny, gold pen with her eyes on you.

Taehyung draws back, hands lingering on your elbows as his brown eyes dance across your face, coy smile tugging at his lips. There’s tons you want to say to him, but you feel incredibly awkward having someone watch this tender moment with scrutinizing eyes.

You peek around him, “who’s this?”

He presses a hand to the small of your back, taking you further into the brightly lit room and around the long, grey table. This looks to be a conference room, table stretching to the back with a whiteboard tacked onto the end wall.

“This is Deiji, Eun Deiji, one of my good friends from high school.”

She slaps his chest as she stands, mock surprise on her face, “good friends? He means best friends.”

You join in their laughter half-heartedly, seeing the way his eyes flash with fondness as she pinches his arm.

Extending her hand in your direction, she cocks a brow, “you are?”

Taehyung pushes down her hand, rolling his eyes, “ay don’t act like you don’t know. This is ___.” He turns to you, winking as he slides his free hand into his pocket, “I told you about her before.”

“Really? I can’t remember!” She holds a hand over her mouth as she cackles, silky hair tossed over her grey blazer, “I know a lot of ___s!”

He tugs you closer to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder which has you feeling a little uncomfortable, only because Deiji seems to be weirdly close to him by his other side.

“This is my ___.”

His words would’ve affected you, if she wasn’t cackling again which seems to be her thing. To laugh at anything he says. You haven’t dealt with many girl best friends in the past, but from what Yuri told you, ninety percent of the time, they can be a massive pain in the ass if you’re in a relationship with their guy best friend.

You find it odd that Taehyung hadn’t mentioned her before, and he said that they were good friends in high school. Perhaps the nature of their relationship changed. However, with the way she giggles and falls onto him – you think otherwise.

Her gaze rakes up and down your figure, eyebrows lifting to her hairline as she holds eye contact. You think it’s her tactic to try and intimidate you, but you stare back, seeing her squirm.

“Deiji and I plan to merge our companies before the next year,” he informs, taking you with him to the door. “So I arranged to meet her here since she wouldn’t mind. Right, Deiji?”

“Of course,” she smirks, reaching up to rest her hand on his shoulder, “anything for my Tae Tae.”

Your tongue turns sour, stomach gurgling as you watch them exchange secretive smiles, as if sharing an inside joke. Which has you feeling like a third wheel.

Why did he invite you over if he was still busy with her? You could’ve waited out in the lounge since you’ve been here a few times before. But you know he instructed Mr. Kang to bring you to him.

After sharing a few hushed giggles, she pecks each of his cheeks goodbye, not giving you a second look as she brushes past you and exits through the front hallway while Taehyung steers you in the direction of the lounge.

He draws the curtains, hands on his hips as he watches you sit awkwardly at the edge of the couch cushion.

“You’re cold.”

You rub your arm, “a little.”

He calls over Mr. Kang with a curl of his finger, gesturing to the fireplace you hadn’t noticed before until today. Sliding a hand over the mantle, he orders Mr. Kang to put it on, coming around the armchair to huff into the couch next to you, taking his hands into your lap.

“How have you been? How’s Junho? How was your little vacation?”

“Good, good,” you giggle, comforted by the way his thumbs rub circles into the backs of your hands, “it’s all been good. What about you?”

He juts out his bottom lip, “same old.”

You hit his shoulder with your fist lightly, “hey, how come you never mentioned Deiji before?”

Rubbing his bottom lip with his index finger, he raises a confused brow, “what do you mean?”

“I mean how come you didn’t talk about her before. She’s your best friend, right? And we’re…us. So why didn’t you tell me about her?”

He chuckles lowly, pinching at your cheek, “what’s that?”

Your eyebrows furrow, perplexed.

“What?”

“That,” he smirks, thumb traveling to your chin, “that little whine.”

“I’m not whining.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

Mr. Kang clears his throat, rocking on his feet, “all done, sir.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kang.”

An orange flicker of light kisses your skin as he leaves the lounge, fire crackling and hissing to have you hypnotised for a moment. Taken back to your childhood when your dad would light up the fireplace and wrap you up in a blanket, bouncing you on his lap to keep you warm.

“Hm?”

You’re stirred out of your thoughts by Taehyung’s voice, now tucked under his arm, “what was that?”

“I asked you what you’re thinking about.”

“Oh. Nothing.”

He hums, “would you like anything to eat, drink? Stay for dinner?”

“I had coffee with Yoongi before I came here, and I can’t stay for dinner.”

“Why not?” He pouts, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Junho has school tomorrow, he has to get to bed early.”

He clicks his tongue, “you should’ve brought him along.”

You laugh, poking at his chest, “he’s with Yuri today.”

“Yeah? Not with his father?”

“No, Jungkook left.”

He yawns, stretching one arm over his head, “yeah? Where to?”

“I’m not…sure.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

Silence falls over you, the pleasant smell of firewood burning pleasing to your nostrils, along with Taehyung’s woody fragrance.

“How’s Junho doing? You know,” he scratches the back of his head, shifting closer, “since his father is gone.”

“Not too good.” You admit to yourself more than him.

“Ah,” he laments, “I hate to see the little guy sad. You should bring him over this weekend, we’ll have fun.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle lightly, moving further into his warmth as you tuck your hands between your knees, “I’ll let you know.”

“I’m actually leaving tomorrow night, that’s why I wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

He tilts his head to the side, nodding, “yeah, I was supposed to leave earlier but then…everything that happened with Jimin.”

You perk up, eyes going wide, “what happened with Jimin?”

A regretful look floods his face as he covers his eyes with his hand, “he wasn’t cautious.”

“What do you mean? Is he okay?”

“I don’t know, honestly. He hasn’t been answering my calls or texts or emails. Nothing.”

You return to your initial position on the couch, mind clogged with deflating thoughts.

“Mine too.”

He’s quiet again, hand cupping your shoulder as he pulls you even further into his embrace, asking you to look at him. With the new position, you can see down his baby blue dress shirt, distracted by the sliver of skin visible to you.

“This is the part where I say I told you so,” he laughs heartily, fingers running down the back of your head.

You huff, “so say it.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, “nah.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he shrugs, tone forgiving, “everyone makes mistakes.”

“Yeah, except my mistake is at somebody else’s expense. Now I don’t know if Jimin is alive or—”

“Hey,” he sniggers, bringing your gaze to his with his hand on your cheek, “he’s alive. You haven’t seen Jimin in action like I have. That guy can hold his own.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! He’s a highly trained professional. Able to take on multiple roles of security. I even considered hiring him as my bodyguard when things went down at the warehouse.”

That sparks your interest.

“What exactly went down at the warehouse?”

He laughs defeatedly, shaking his head, “we were just goofing around.”

“Goofing around?! Yoongi got shot! By you! Need I remind you?”

“I know,” he sighs, gazing into the void as he revisits the memory, “I know.”

“So…that happened because you were all just—” you shrug theatrically “—goofing around?”

“Well,” he trails off, suddenly sounding a little closed off, “I guess Jungkook tried to intimidate me, tell me to back off.”

“Back off what?”

He nails you with an ‘are you serious’ stare, “you, obviously. You and Junho, I suppose.”

“So you guys just decided to just duel and have a gunfight?”

“Like I said,” he interjects, “Jungkook tried to intimidate me, he didn’t think I came armed myself. And when he fired, poorly, I should add - I fired back and Yoongi got in the way.”

“How did Yoongi get in the way if you aimed at…?”

“Jungkook. I aimed at Jungkook.”

Your jaw drops, “are you serious?”

“Relax,” he grumbles, sitting up as he moves away slightly, “I wasn’t gonna kill him, just a harmless shot to his shoulder or upper arm.”

“That could’ve killed him.”

“But it didn’t, jeez. He fired at me first. It was an act of defence.”

“Fair enough.”

The mood shifts between you, your shoulder suddenly so cold as he props his elbow on the armrest in contemplation, back turned to you. You replay the conversation in your head, scouring the depths of your brain for something to say to him.

Hopping closer to him on the couch, you rest your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck to kiss the side of his face.

“So you’ve overcome your embarrassment.”

A smile tugs at his lips, mole on his nose crinkling at he scrunches up his face.

“What did my mother tell you?”

“Oh nothing,” you boast, sliding into his lap as you mouth down his neck, “just that you regard me very highly.”

His cheeks turn pink, the corners of his mouth fighting to break into an even bigger smile before he buries his head into your shoulder, curls tickling your skin.

“I missed this,” he whispers, large hands curling around your thighs.

“Missed you,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as his lips trail up the junction of your neck to stop at the corner of your mouth.

Your smile morphs into a frown when you sniff into his shoulder and get the smell of the painfully sweet perfume that Deiji was wearing. It spoils your mood once again. He seems to notice, eyes filled with concern.

“What? Do I smell bad?”

You really need to work on hiding your expressions better.

“No, it’s just…”

“What?”

You pluck at his collar, “I can smell Deiji’s perfume on you.”

“Really?” He twists his neck to sniff at his shoulder, “I can’t smell anything.”

Sliding your hands around his neck, you shake your head to dismiss the topic, “it’s alright.”

“No,” he mutters, sitting back as he begins to unbutton his shirt, “if it bothers you then I’ll get rid of it. Her perfume was giving me a headache too.”

You chuckle, seeing how his eyebrow jumps when you meet his gaze again.

“What?”

He sits back on his hands, buttons halfway done, “help me out.”

Biting back a grin, you lean forward and work on undoing the rest of the buttons, feeling his stare burn into your features once you’re done and too shy to look at him again.

“You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Your lips part with indignance, “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Oh yeah?” He towers over you, pressing you into the seat of the leather couch.

“Yes,” you squeak, admiring how sexy he looks with his shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, hairy arms flexing under his weight.

“But you looked so cute, whining and pouting.”

He presses his knee to your clothed core, cocking his head to the side as his hands slide up and under your skirt, pinching your thigh to hear you whimper.

“Tae,” you sigh, panties sticking to your folds. Reaching up, you press your palm to his heated skin, dragging it down to the dark tufts of hair below his navel. You gasp once he finds your clit, prodding at the swollen bud through the flimsy material with his nail.

“So pretty when you say my name,” he susurrates, kissing your neck noisily, “but I like it better when you scream it out for everyone to here. Not a care in the world but me and the way I fuck you so good.”

Your core clenches, lips pressing into each other as your clit pulses.

He chuckles darkly, tongue running across his top teeth before he sets his entire weight onto your body just as he pushes your panties to the side and sinks two fingers into you. You grip onto his shoulders, chasing his lips once he finds that spongy spot inside you to have your thighs shake.

“Missed this, hm?” You moan when he curls his fingers, hooking it inside you and pressing down on your lower abdomen with his pelvis, keeping you pinned to the couch.

Walls quivering around his fingers, he keeps his mouth on yours and teases you with his tongue, dragging the wet muscle across your lips while his long fingers fuck into you at breakneck speed. You cling onto him, sweat building on your back as you jut your hips into his hand, crying out when he begins to rub fast circles on your clit.

He groans when you bite onto his shoulder, thick cock twitching against your thigh as your nails pierce into his back, rocking into his hand lewdly.

Taehyung works his fingers into you, building up the pressure as he pinches your clit to have a gasp tumbling from your lips. You’re flailing around, groaning as he works you to your high and presses down on your lower belly, covering your mouth with his when you cum. 

“You like that, don’t you? Gonna cum for me? Let me hear all your pretty sounds? Hm?”

Goosebumps erupt on your skin, back arching as you drench his fingers in your slick, dripping down his hand. 

“So pretty when you cum, fuck.” He takes your tongue between his lips, bobbing his head as he suckles on the pink muscle while you’re coming down from your high, trembling as his fingers continue to fuck into your wet cunt. “You love to tease me, don’t you? Now it’s my turn.”

“Tae,” you sob, squirming away from him when the sharp movements of his fingers become too much. 

He nips on your earlobe, panting as much as you, “you can take more, hm? I know you can.”

You glance around, suddenly self-aware, “let’s go upstairs.”

He chuckles, taking his fingers out of your pussy to pop into his mouth, grunting with the taste. His pupils are blown, swallowing up your moans as he kisses you feverishly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“They’ll still be able to hear you.”

Grabbing at his shoulders, you manage to flip him over, only because he lets you. You beam at him, nails catching on his darkened nipples to hear him groan out your name, kneading at your thighs.

You kiss the space between his pecs, tongue gliding up to linger on his Adam’s apple.

“But you don’t mind.”

Oak interior and dark blinds to match, you sit opposite Namjoon as he scribbles away on his notepad, pushing his glasses up the slope of his nose. You’re usually here with Jungkook, now the orange couch feels a little empty without him. He would’ve been rolling his eyes at Namjoon’s curiosity, constantly checking his watch.

“I was hoping Jungkook would come along,” he states without lifting his head, “I needed to speak to him as well.”

“He’s out of town,” you inform, drumming on the armrest.

His head snaps up, “for how long?”

“I don’t know.”

He hums to himself, leaning back in his chair as he slots his fingers together, “that explains Junho’s behavior today. How are your nightmares?”

You gaze out the window, seeing raindrops splatter against the windowpanes.

“Haven’t had any during our vacation, but they started again once we came back home.”

“Interesting. Do you think a change of environment is what you needed?”

“Don’t know. I’m just worried about Junho, what happened at school today?”

He tips his head, narrowing his eyes at you, “you need to stop ignoring your own cries for help.”

You chew on your lip, nodding at his words just so he’ll cut to the chase. As it is you’re so nervous to know why he called you over.

“What did you want to tell me about Junho?”

He waves you over, rising from his chair to pull out a large file from one of the shelves behind him. You stand on the other end of the desk, opening the folder carefully once he slides it in your direction.

“I wanted to show you Junho’s paintings.”

The first is a tree, round, red dots spotting the green. It takes your breath away. He never showed you his paintings before. The second is the sky, a bright orange sun bleeding into a darker shade of blue – the beach.

“Impressive for a six-year-old. And we don’t offer painting until next semester for kids his age.”

“Really impressive,” you speak around a smile, each painting getting better and better, the strokes so precise and practiced, he paints better than you, “I think he mentioned that he paints with Jungkook. His father is also really talented at painting.”

Namjoon rocks back into his seat, spinning from side to side, “so it runs in the family.”

You giggle, “I guess so. Wow.” Your fingers stroke the lines making up the image of his room at Jungkook’s house, the view of the pool from his room perfectly visible through the small square right in the center. He even got all his toys down, his shelf lined with cars.

Namjoon drags the folder back to him, flipping delicately before he pauses and slides it back over to you.

“That’s the one I wanted to show you.”

Your heart leaps to your throat. Eyes drifting across the page, you don’t know where to look. He still needs to learn how to paint people better, but the image is as clear as day.

A man stands with his arm outstretched, that arm covered in dark markings and at the end, a gun. On the other end of the page, another man, this time laying down, his eyes curved closed, red paint covering his figure.

Namjoon reaches over, turning the page over. Your hand flies to your mouth, gasping as you take in the sight.

The same man with the markings on his hand, a knife in his hand pointed to the air as he stands on a pile of bodies, all drenched in red paint. Namjoon flips the page over again, but you can’t bare to look, suddenly so aware of your own hands touching your skin, the breath leaving your lips, hair dusting your back as a chilly breeze fights its way through the shut windows.

“Either Jungkook is teaching him how to paint that or he’s seeing these things himself. There’s a stark contrast between his landscape paintings and the ones with figures. And I’m sure you noticed it too.”

You blink, feeling a little lightheaded.

“I don’t think it’s suitable for Junho to be around his father anymore,” Namjoon states matter-of-factly, closing the file and tucking it under his arm. “I could take this matter to my superiors but I thought I should tell you first.”

Disgruntled, you approach his desk, “are you threatening me?”

“No, I am not,” he snaps, folding his arms, “I’m informing you first so you can make a change, if I don’t see one then I’ll have to bring this to the principal’s attention, and we’ll take it from there.”

“You mean…take Junho away?”

He purses his lips.

“You’re not seeing my point, I’m worried for Junho, and if you were too, then you’ll keep him away from Jungkook because everyone knows that he’s a dangerous man.”

“Now you’re hinting that I’m not worried for my child,” you quake, pacing to the door then back to his desk, “he loves his father.”

“I know,” Namjoon sighs, resting his arms on the desk, “Jungkook loves him too, anyone can see that. But it’s just not safe. For Junho and you.”

The place where your heart once rested feels like a phantom thundering in your chest, hollow but still beating.

“I know Jungkook would never hurt any of you, but you’d have to think again about his associates.”

Somehow, your mind goes to that scar Jungkook has on his stomach. And a ball forms in your throat. If anyone touched a hair on Junho’s head, you don’t know what you would do.

“Jungkook’s line of business,” he shakes his head, speaking lowly, “These are Junho’s formative years, if this goes on, I’m not going to sit back and watch. It’s not safe at all for a child.”

Why does it hurt more to hear it from a stranger than your own wilful mind?

“Think about it.”

Now you’re thinking about all that you could’ve told Namjoon earlier today. Jungkook is starting his own textile company, he’s trying his best to be a good father, things are okay between you two. And…he’s starting his own family.

You’re trying to contact Jungkook, but he isn’t picking up. You don’t know why — but you just really need to speak to him. To tell him what Namjoon showed you and what he told you after. You haven’t spoken to him since the day he left and a major part of you wants to know how he’s doing. If he’s alright. What he’s up to. But you’re getting sent straight to voicemail. 

It’s also unlike him to not call and check up on Junho. He would do that every time Junho stayed with you since he got back. It used to bug you then...now you’re wishing you had that again.

Breaths quickened, you dial his number again, phone slipping from your hand when you hear a knock on the front door. 

Shuffling over, you open the door to find Seojoon standing there, lopsided smile in place as he holds up a pack of beers. 

“It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out, can I come in?”

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[limerince]

reader bringing Robs cookies 4 her n steve (w/ many more to share w the kiddies🌟)

fluff/mutual pining cw! mentions of food !

As you walk into the FV you can hear your favorite workers (and literally the only workers there) arguing about who’s gonna take their break first and who would take the next customer stopping their argument as soon as they hear the rusty bell above the door ring.

Steve immediately pushing Robin towards the counter letting out a quick “good luck!”.

“Hi ! Welcome to family video , I’m Robin and I’ll be taking care of you today, how may I help you?”

Robin’s smile is so genuine even though you know this job isn’t her favorite save for her fellow coworker and it makes you giggle harder than you’d like , laughing harder when you realized you probably look crazy when you see the confusion on her pretty face.

“what’s so funny , y/n? Is it my suffering? thought you cared about me doll.”

she’s silly, your silly girl.

“oh stop it robs , I know you like when I bother you at work.”

“You could never bother me , y’know that?”

“Of course I do, Today’s busy as ever , I see.”

you’d said playfully looking around as if the FV had been packed with customers, you’d sat out in the parking lot for a full 10 minutes willing yourself to be bold enough to bring the homemade sweets inside.

“Oh yeah , stores been packed all day.”

The way she can’t help but roll her eyes after her evident sarcasm makes you giggle.

“Well um I hope you like sweets? I made cookies n’ I thought maybe you a-and Steve would like some? of course you don’t have too and I could-“

“NO-“

Robin immediately flushes after realizing the tone of her voice was higher than needed, your eyes as wide a saucers not expecting her outburst.

“I .. I mean I love cookies , what kind d’you make?”

“Oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, fudge n peanut butter- … I went a bit overboard , y’know how I get.”

Oh great now I look desperate.

“Thank you, y/n. I appreciate you even thinkin’ about us , really.”

“Of course, n you can tell Stevie to take some to those kids of his ! Only catch is him telling me ‘bout their reaction.”

The way you wink with your signature sweet dimple filled smile makes Robins stomach turn in a warm way , oh how she loves your smile .

“I’ll make sure to let him know , bunny.”

Her and those sugar filled pet names my dear gods.

“o-okay ! call me after work?”

“ ‘course I will dove , i always look forward to your calls after a long shift.”

Reaching across the FV counter, you lock your arms around her neck to pull her in as close as you could in that position, tucking your head into her neck to- not so secretly inhale her signature scent; peaches and vanilla. A scent she’d adopted after the two of you went shopping and you’d bought it for her only thinking that you wouldn’t mind smelling her like that for the rest of your life, selfish if you’ve ever seen it but you didn’t care, after finally unraveling your limbs from hers you give her the best non flustered smile you could muster.

“bye, Robs.” You say offering a little wave as you finally turn and make your way out of FV, permanent smile and a honey sweet feeling in your tummy.

[leviiackrman]

What’s At Your OC’s Core?

I was tagged by my wonderful darlings @dihardys @florbelles @simonxriley @risingsh0t + @chuckhansen to use this uquiz for some of my kiddies, thank you sm ily all🤍

Tagging: @shellibisshe @marivenah @denerims @arklay @indorilnerevarine @confidentandgood @duffmckagans @liurnia @thomrainer @hoesephseed @sstewyhosseini @helblazer @trvelyans @arthrmorgann @prometheas @shadowglens @kingsroad + @multiverse-of-themind

Resounding Truth;

you have a goal in mind, and others brush it off right away... why does everyone always tell you to follow your dreams when it's actually their dreams that they want you to follow? your memory is weak, and your conviction is even weaker on days when you're reminded of how alone you really are. it's hard to go on without someone pushing you forward... is this what life is? a cycle of monotony, fueled only by the desire not to trouble anyone too much with your passing? it would be nice to have something, or someone, to spur you on. i hope you find them.

Spun Gossamer;

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

Animal Intuition;

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

[kayspeaks]

This time I'm damned! -

15-05-24 - 20:49

Dear God

I'm back, yup... It's me again. I haven't actually written anything this year. I've just been cruising away. But the reality is that reflective moments always find you. I finally had to stop and start again. Because one can only go on a tangent for so long.

Anyway I'm back. Firstly THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH for releasing me from my confines. The last time I wrote here I had serious money problems. I didn't even know how am I gonna be able to pay for my moving deposit, I was completely broke. And yet again you saved me. You gave me a promotion, you took me to New York... A girl from the hood in the United State of America. You've literally made my life worth living.

I wholely grateful for your blessings. I was a brand new driver when we last spoke this way.. So may fears... Like the highway among other things, I never thought I could drive comfortably... I'm not yet perfect but now I am a driver... I can drive anywhere which is such a beautiful thing for me.

I want to start right at the top so I entered the year new with a lot of heaviness, entering the new year alone and sick... I completely felt lost and the fact that I was broke made it even worse. But it gave me time to meditate in prayer, to come back to you dear lord and to enter the new year with a clear mind.. I learnt that I can ever only rely on myself and I needed to be very comfortable with that reality.

I moved into the rest of the year with hope in my heart but a bit of frustration because I still needed to solve my money problems... Regardless. But I had faith in you, your mercy and your power.

February was very much lighter filled with preparation and excitement to travel to the United States. Although there was some anxiety... I had great strides at work following that the Human Rights Festival was a bomb, it was super fantastic to be a part of something that Grand.

New York was good, it was a cold and too buzzy and busy for my liking. It was very overwhelming and felt like a giant city. It also felt void and empty. Felt like a place I'd be very depressed in. My spiritual mentor says Mybe it's because I finally had no worry to hold on to. Mybe that's what felt unfamiliar. It it feels more than that... I want to live overseas but I want a place that will feel like home and Canada felt like home. I want to be in a place that makes me feel emotionally replenished, spiritually uplifted. No money in the world could ever buy those feelings. I genuinely am happy to have had the American experience Mybe I need more, another city, or area or place... Which is far more textured than New York City.

Sigh then my love life, after coming back from New York, it felt like a rebirth I started entertaining multiple women, and ceasing to care. I've had great connections but at some point felt like I was getting a little too wild. I am happy that all who were involved knew that they weren't just them. I am also surprised at how sexual relations with some had no emotions attached to them.

Mandisa is a really great person but the truth is that I don't have romantic feelings for her. I want to help and support her but I just don't feel attracted to her. The fact that I had to get myself drunk to feel like being intimate with her... Just makes me feel shitty. Although I am not wanting to fully reject her it feels a lot sometimes. Also she's too quiet, it's exhausting to be around her. She's beautiful and that's the truth but I can't bring myself to loving her or feeling her in that way.

Thandokazi is a good person too.. Very caring and nurturing and a home keeper. But I'm we just don't click in some ways. She's too sensitive and expects me to treat her with kiddy gloves and I just can't. It's a lot I can't keep apologizing for being myself. I'm just gonna get frustrated if her and I ever have anything solid so it's a no from that end as well.... The sex is great though I must say. (I feel so weird talking to you about sex this way) but you saw me you already know.

Mathapelo, things started off so great but I've gotten to the wake of reality now. I feel like she's using me and I don't like feeling used. Also I think she's in relationships for the wrong reasons. And also her life is too complicated plus she's not smart. It's a turn off when I feel like she can't match my intellect... She misuses words and it's a complete turn off... It also feels like she doesn't know me... She can't respect my interactions with other people... She doesn't even know much about the simplest things such as the music I appreciate. It just will never work out.

So God, sigh it's just a lot. Then there is Sinazo, we started talking again and to be honest we just holding on to what was... Our relationship can never ever work out we just need to accept that... There are not changes between us.... I'm just tired of all of it... I just want to break free.

But all in all I'm grateful. I'm grateful for school although my dedication needs to certainly improve.... I need to do better. I can't loose my scholarship because of negligence. Please help me... Reignite my commitment and dedication to academia. I'm begging you God.

Thank you for my niece, the apple of my eye. I love her more than anything. I pray you protect her, you allow her to grow, you bless and protect her... Kindly. I ask that you also bless my family as well... You restore peace between us. I miss sitting all together in one place with my family.

Thak you God for life. IL walk one day at a time towards a even better and brighter future. Thank you for carrying me from where I was... For the blessings and growth... I'm truly grateful. I love you with my entire existence. I am you...I am one with you... And I hope that our relationship gets better.

From Kay

With Love

And Forerver

God🙏🏽, Family👩‍👩‍👧‍👧, Love♥️

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Law and order svu fanfiction.

Part 3

Freed is free

Ayanna: pov I told her someone left an envelope at the front desk labeled kiddie porn. The photos in the envelope were not kiddie porn Joe said they were just photos of a guy who gave him the creeps. And the guy looked beat up and in a few photos dead And there was writing that said you murderer. Amanda says Crap. Can't he just leave her alone even in death he has to bother her. Amanda is first inside her office, her face says it all. She knows who the person in the photos is. Joe asks who and Amanda says Lewis. The photos had now been cleaned up and were being dusted for fingerprints. Joe is looking at the surveillance cameras to see who dropped off the photos. Elliot is heading out for food. Amanda is updating Fin and Liv on what she found out at the hospital.

Liv: pov I'm starting to feel better and a little more like myself. Amanda is talking about what she learned at the hospital. Elliot is now back with the food and sets it on the table in the break room. Fin sits next to me and rubs my arm comfortingly. I'm not very hungry and I don't feel very well. Amanda hands me a ginger ale and some crackers for my upset tummy. Fin tells me he called him and he should be here in a few minutes.

Elliot: pov I ask who did he call, Amanda says her ex boyfriend she was living with him at the time he had to work a double. That fateful night. A few minutes later no other than Brian Cassidy walks into the precinct. What the hell is he doing here? He says to Fin you called it sounded urgent. Cassidy is now hugging Liv who is emotional. He says Is everything okay Liv? When she does not speak up Fin says Bronwyn escaped prison. At first Cassidy is a little confused but then says you mean to tell me the woman who let him out, escaped. Fin fills him in on the creepy phone call and strange photos. And how Liv is having a bad PTSD day. He agrees to a protective detail. Brian says to me that it was an awful time for Liv screaming in the night from nightmares and hoping he would have saved her, and have her back like partners do but you never did show up Elliot. And that hurt her a lot. Cragen and munch spent hours trying to reach you but your number was disconnected. Her new partner was not as close as you were to her. It was hard for her to come back to work after all of it. She managed to survive and move on without you which says a lot about how strong she is as a person. So give her space to let you back in as a friend. Because you not being there when she needed you caused a lot of harm.

Ayanna: pov Liv asks Brian how he is doing and how's works. He says everything is good. He asked Liv how Noah was since the last time he saw them. She says fine. I can tell Elliot is about to blow. Cassidy says he has to get back to work; his superior officer only gave him an extended lunch break. Brian told the guy it was a family emergency. After he had eaten some food he asked Liv if she was okay. I can see the man cares about her. Elliot looked angry next to me, I elbowed him in the ribs and said behave yourself detective. Brian said to call if they get an update on Bronwyn, Fin tells him to be ready for anything she might try to torment you with photos or calls. He thanks Liv for having his back during his dark time. Elliot says what dark time Liv says he was a witness in a little league case but was not sure if he wanted to testify. Brian says goodbye and leaves with his new protective detail. Jet was busy today with a family emergency.

Joe: pov wow Detective Stabler looks angry and jealous saying he was her partner for 13 years and Cassidy barely a year and acts like he has rights to her or something. Captain Benson stands up and all of a sudden walks over to Elliot and says detective stabler we were together for 2 years, me and Brian. And do you know how to shut up? Or is there no off button because I can't stand to hear you complaining so much it's getting on my nerves. I'm having a ruff day. You're turning it into something about you detective. You ghosted me for over ten years. What we had as friends is gone. I've moved on without you. I'm nice enough to let you back into my life and all you do is complain about how it should be, you. Because You were my partner and have my back and all this junk. But when I needed you most you were not there, and here I was when you needed me having your back. Now that's a partner. Did you even ask how I was since you left nope. Because it's all about you. Now I out rank you so behave, detective and shut your mouth. My friendship is earned, not handed out.

Fin: pov ouch wow did not expect that at all. It was like a slap in the face. Liv standing up for herself. Liv says she's going to her office to get some work done, she's not feeling 100. And for Elliot not to follow her she needs space. Most likely from him but won't say it out loud. I follow Liv to her office and tell her to just let it all out. The anger she had towards stabler and everything. A few minutes later I ask her how she feels and she says much better. Joe offers to pick Noah up from school later and bring him here.

Liv: pov my phone is ringing the caller ID comes up as Rita I answer it. Captain Benson speaking. I ask what's wrong and what scum are you representing that I should be worried about Rita says none. It's a slow week. Rita says she wanted to see if she could help out with the case. I agree to let her help an extra pair of hands might help. Carisi is busy today on a big case. To be continued. ………..

[to-star-lake]

in the early days when you joined bonten as their new advisor, you spent a lot of time with koko; drawing up business plans, managing the books, overseeing construction on new clubs and buildings.

koko had the nicest office of all of the bonten leaders. it was on the top floor of a highrise in the middle of the shibuya business district. complete with high-end leather and mahogany furniture, and a gorgeous city view.

you'd spent time with each of the bonten executives when you joined and koko was probably your favorite to work with. you found takeomi too serious, kakucho boorish, mochi too macho, the haitani's were exhausting, and sanzu..well..

koko was like you; blunt and efficient with work, a little impatient, maybe a little condescending. you enjoyed your daily work with him in his office. it was always quiet, productive, and his assistants always served the best sencha.

except today.

today when you walked in through the mahogany double doors that led to his office, you were almost decked in the face by a toy rubber basketball.

"he shoots! he scores? no! he misses!" you heard a voice yell, followed by a maniacal cackling.

what...the hell is this? the floor of koko's office, which was normally clean, surgically clean, was littered with teddy bears, squeak toys, board games with their pieces strewn about haphazardly, a jump rope, a putting green, and a trash bin overflowing with crumpled candy wrappers.

the rubber basketball that almost hit your head rolled towards the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on one end of the room and you saw a kiddie basketball hoop attached to one of the shelves. and below that, sanzu, flopped on his stomach on the floor, a different flavored ring pop on each of his fingers.

"koko..i'm really bad at basketball," he grumbled, picking himself up and walked over to koko's desk, slamming his hands down on the surface, the sudden gust of wind almost blowing the stack of papers in front of koko away.

"oh no, well, why don't you go try the putt putt?" koko sighed, not even looking up from his work, waving his hand in the air like he was shooing away a fly. "ah, y/n! finally, someone sane. please, get over here, i need you to look at something," koko waved you over when he noticed you standing in the doorway.

you made your way across the minefield of toys on the floor and greeted sanzu as he walked past you. "good morning," you smiled cordially.

he sauntered past you, looking down at you through bloodshot, half-shut eyes, his usual sinister smile plastered wide across his face. he'd opened his mouth to say, "good morning, little prin-" but then stepped on a pile of toy soldiers and tripped, tumbling to the floor, his long limbs getting all tangled up in themselves.

"uh... hey, koko?" you took a seat in the armchair beside the desk, setting your laptop down on the tabletop. "what's going on here? where's mikey?"

koko let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes. "sometimes mikey goes off on his own, and when he does, the rest of us have to take turns...babysitting," he nodded at the gangly man with bubblegum colored hair with a plastic toy putter in his hands. "i pulled the short straw today," he sighed, pushing the large binder of documents he was looking at over to you.

"koko!!"

"jesus, what now?" koko looked up, so annoyed you could almost see the steam coming out his ears.

"there's no balls," sanzu pointed at the putting green on the floor.

"well, who decided to ambush people by pelting them with the balls outside the bathroom last time?"

sanzu stared back at koko blankly.

"ugh, nevermind. could you play with something else? y/n and i have work to do." koko scooted his seat closer to you, and began circling a few line items on the page in front of you. "got this today from the guys over at the club in akasaka. these totals look off to you?"

you glanced over the document, and flipped back a few pages and reviewed the itemized lists also included in the binder. "damn," you said, looking up at koko. "these assholes are skimming."

koko opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a sudden loud popping noise. both of you turned to see sanzu on the floor, pulling the heads off of a pile of barbie and ken dolls.

koko raised his hands to his temples, the frown lines between his eyebrows deepening by the second. "jesus christ, this psychotic clown, if he wasn't the number 2 I swear to god-” he muttered under his breath.

"hey, sanzu?" you called out and sanzu's head jerked up to look at you, his eyes suddenly bright and attentive, like a child amongst the sea of toys on the floor.

"yes, princess?" he called back.

"could you go on a coffee run for us?"

sanzu tilted his head a little, confused. "a coffee...run?"

"yeah...you know, to buy coffee?"

he blinked, still confused.

"to buy...starbucks?"

"ah! you want me to buy you starbucks," he suddenly shot up.

"yes! yes, please, for me and koko, that would be great," you smiled, thinking you were finally getting somewhere with him.

he walked over to the desk. "anything for you, princess. and you can call me haru," he hummed, taking a bright pink ring pop off his finger and sliding it onto your ring finger, and a blue one onto koko's ring finger. "be back in a flash."

he turned to walk out of the office, whistling and not bothering to avoid the toys scattered on the floor, simply stepping on them as he went.

the doors closed behind him and you turned to koko, "now we can get some work done."

"let's hope he takes his time," koko rolled his eyes, sliding the ring pop off his finger, holding onto only the plastic part as gingerly as possible, a disgusted look on his face because he could tell sanzu had definitely licked the candy already.

"is it always like this when mikey's away?"

"sanzu? yeah, pretty much. but mikey tolerates him cus he's been with him longer than any of us, he's his loyal mad dog," koko sighed. "but that bastard's insane. apparently back in the day he got moved back and forth between all of mikey's captains cus nobody could handle him."

"wow. yeah, i guess i can see that," you glanced over at all the toys scattered on the floor. "seems pretty tough for you too."

"oh, i've actually done the best with him," koko scoffed. "last time, he was the haitani brothers' responsibility, they decided to take him to a hostess club. thought it'd be a good distraction for him. crazy maniac decided to pay for all the women there."

"all of them? that's..that's a lot-"

"no, that's not the crazy part. he paid for all the women, and then made them line up against the wall with liquor bottles on top of their heads and he used them for target practice." koko ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "anyway, who knows when he's gonna be back so we should try to get as much done as possible while he's away."

you nodded. the two of you worked dilligently, reviewing the rest of the books collected from bonten's other clubs and businesses in town, making one stack for ones that pass, and one that required additional scrutiny.

after a while, you stretched your arms up over your head, noticing the sun hung high in the sky and glanced at the clock on the wall. it read 12:15.

"i wonder where he is," you said, realizing it'd been almost two and a half hours since he left.

"who knows what that lunatic gets up to," koko sighed, turning the page of the binder he was leafing through.

"i actually could've used some coffee though," you yawned.

"i can have my girls make some sencha-"

just then the doors to his office burst open, and sanzu staggered in, eyes blood red, a blue gift bag in one hand, the other dragging a giant 10-foot teddy bear behind him.

"and suddenly my headache's back," koko muttered and sanzu approached the two of you at the desk.

sanzu dragged the huge teddy bear over and plopped it beside you. "i got this for you, princess."

"hah..um...where'd you get this..giant thing?" you didn't even know where to begin.

"there's a carnival downtown. i got it playing a shooting game," he grinned from ear to ear. koko groaned, knowing sanzu, by 'shooting game' he probably meant he threatened to shoot the person manning the booth if he didn't give him the bear.

"hah..i see, thank you. but why is it missing its eyes?" you asked, looking at the bear's face and noticing the eyeballs had been ripped out, only some tattered threads remained in the sockets.

"they were ugly," sanzu shrugged. "koko, i got you something too," he dropped the gift bag down in front of koko.

"thanks.." koko reached into the bag and pulled out a tiny cross-stitched sweater which could've only been made for an infant. "uh...dude, what is this?"

"it's a sweater for your chihuahua," sanzu explained, yawning and plopping down onto a chair by the desk.

"i don't have a chihuahua?"

"i could've sworn you did," sanzu tilted his head, as though in deep thought. "oh, i guess it's just you that's always yapping. it's amazing y/n puts up with this every day," he laughed, but his tone was filled with hostility.

you saw koko's body tense in your periphery and you quickly spoke up to diffuse the sudden tension. "haru, did you get coffee?"

"coffee? oh! the starbucks. yes, i did."

you stared back at him. "that's great, uh...so where is it?"

"on the corner of harajuku square, by yoyogi station," he smiled.

"what?"

"oh my god," koko groaned, raising his palms to his eyes and rubbing them in circles.

you looked back and forth between koko and sanzu.

koko took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, turning to look at you. "he bought the starbucks."

[lovelytaes-blog]

colours (1) - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): angst, fluff.

word count: 8.8k

note(s): helloo lovelies!!! Introducing my taehyung fic! It's pretty short, but I am super proud of this one. I'm so in love with this couple, that it hurts. I hope you enjoy their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“So pretty!” You were currently smiling at your toddlers as they were finishing up their finger painting for the day.

You held painting classes on Saturdays in your little studio for toddlers. You began offering these classes in attempts to help out busy parents, that way they could get some errands done; in a sense, it was like a ‘daycare’ program. You didn’t think that it would be as great of a turn out as it was, but thankfully, many parents have taken up the opportunity. You had around 10 kids per session, which doesn’t seem like a lot, but because they all vary in age (3-8) it gets a little rowdy from time to time.

Luckily for you, many of the kids are behaved and well-mannered, of course, you still have the mischievous children, but they never bothered you or done something to upset you. You love kids, so this was really a great addition in your line of work. As an artist, who is well-known for many beautiful paintings at your local art museum, your modestly high income allows you to broaden the creativity in the community. It also gives opportunities for children and their parents to find potential opportunities in the art industry.

“Y/n, they’re doing so well!” Mi-ha whispered to you, while observing the quiet toddlers smiling to themselves while they continued painting.

Mi-ha is one of your best friends, who also happens to work with you during your painting lessons. You and Mi-ha have been best friends ever since college when you both continued your degrees; her in fine arts and yours in sciences. For a number of years, you were in the operating room as an anesthesiologist assistant, surprising, right? Not a lot of people knew you were in the medical field before you quit altogether—well sort of… you still volunteered on your days off at your local hospitals—to pursue your art career, it really is unbelievable and a great accomplishment at just 22. You were always a smart child, graduating high school and university earlier than most. Your parents couldn’t have been prouder, even when you told them that you wanted to pursue your art career, they supported you through and through. You were thankful that they were so supportive of your decision.

“Yoon-ji is enjoying herself, I’m glad!” You gushed while pointing to Mi-ha’s daughter who was happily painting random lines on her canvas. Mi-ha had Yoon-ji three years ago, with her long-time boyfriend, now husband, Namjoon. It was a surprise for everyone, nonetheless, the couple was excited for the arrival of their first child together. You remember how freaked out Mi-ha was when she had the positive pregnancy test in her hands. She was nervous about telling Joon, but eventually you had given her enough courage to tell him, after all, it’s his kid too. From your understanding, Namjoon’s friends all had children, at least from what Mi-ha said, maybe a couple of them didn’t, but you weren’t completely sure. You, however, hadn’t any of them, even though you’re closest to Mi-ha, Joon, and Yoon-ji, you never really had the pleasure of hanging out with Joon’s friends.

“Okay kiddies, time to clean up! Your parents will be coming soon!” You exclaimed to the kids while hearing groans. Giggling to yourselves, you and Mi-ha helped wash up the kids. It didn’t take long to put away the paints, easels, and canvases, since they were much smaller than your normal sized ones that you keep in the back room, for your purposes. You had gathered up the mini stools and stacked them in the closest where your other mini supplies were. Shutting it, you turned around to see all the little boys and girls smiling brightly up at you.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/n!” They bowed, respectively. Bowing too, you smiled at all of them.

“You’re very welcome! Now let me just get your parents!” Walking over to the closed door, you welcomed the parents of the children. Each child held up their artwork towards their parents while they left with mumbled thank you’s and see you next week’s. As the last child left your studio, Namjoon walked in giving you a wave.

“Appa!” Yoon-ji ran towards her dad, who welcomed her with opened arms. Picking her up and spinning her around, Mi-ha giggled beside you at her little family.

“Hey, Yoonie, what’chya got there, hm?” Yoon-ji thrusted her artwork towards him, almost getting his blonde-dyed hair wet with drying paint, had he not tilted his head fast enough, “Wow, princess! So pretty!” He walked over to Mi-ha, pressing a kiss to her temple before turning to you.

“Yoon-ji’s birthday is coming up,” Namjoon says giving his daughter to his wife.

“I know,” You nodded smiling, “Next, next Saturday, right?”

“Yeahp, all of my friends will be there too! So, you finally get to meet the other half of the family.” He jokes with you.

“Ugh, I can’t wait,” You huffed out, “it’s like you two didn’t want me to ever meet them.”

“No!” Mi-ha exclaimed, “it’s just that every time we had something planned with them, you always had an art show!” Joon laughed as Yoon-ji blew raspberries at him with a gleeful gaze.

“Oh, actually?” You wiped your hand on your apron, untying it and hanging it up on the hooks behind you, “Well, thankfully I don’t have an art show for a while, so I’m free!” You checked your watch, “Oh, shoot, sorry guys, I have to run!” You exclaimed grabbing your keys, “I need to let Mochi out.”

“Go ahead, we’ll lock up!” Mi-ha says, “See you next, next Saturday Y/n!”

“Don’t forget to bring whatever snacks you want!”

“Bwye, Awnty Y/n!” You waved to the three and exited the studio.

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“Good girl, Mochi!” You exclaimed jogging with your baby Pomeranian-Husky mix who was running beside you with her tiny legs. Giggling to yourself you picked her up walking her to the park that was by your apartment. Giving her treats as the two of you sat down on the grass, you looked around you to see the park with couples walking their dogs together, people running, or elderly sitting on the benches feeding the birds. You smiled down at the puppy who was gently gnawing at her treat, but her eyes started to droop, leaving her treat half in her mouth and half on the grass as she closed her eyes. You pat her head gently, only to stop when you heard a little yelp from behind you. Peering around you see a little Pomeranian and a little girl with pigtails bobbing behind it.

“Oh, hello there!” You smiled down at the dog, patting its head you noticed the dog staring at the treat in your hand, nudging its head towards it. You comply, as it ate the treat from your hand.

“Yeontan!” The little girl gasped, crouching down to the puppy, who yelped at her. Sighing she sat down with him, but looked up at you with a shy gaze, “Sowwy…”

You cooed at how cute she was, “Oh, don’t be! I have plenty of treats! Mochi is sleeping, she won’t mind!” Handing the little girl more treats for her dog.

“Tank you!” She placed another treat in Yeontan’s mouth, she looked behind her and sighed, “Tannie, Daddy go get mad at us fow wunning off again…” Her shoulders slumped as she placed the dog in her lap.

“Kim Aera!” A man came from behind the trees jogging towards the little girl.

“See, Tannie… He mad mad.” She sighed again, petting the dog.

As the man jogged closer you noticed that he was in baggy pants paired with a beige vest and a white t-shirt. He sported white shoes and many bracelets decorated his wrists. Puffing out air, he crouched down beside the little girl.

“Didn’t I tell you not to run off with Tannie like that?” He sighed, picking up the dog, “and you,” he looked down at the confused looking puppy, “you know better than to run away from your sister like that.” He scolded.

“Sowwy, daddy,” The little girl says making sad eyes at her father, “but! Pwetty yady keep com-com-com... pony!” You watched as the man paused and turned around to look at you. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, probably contacts, and his hair was fluffy. He was really attractive and seemed really young to be a father to a girl who couldn’t be any older than four years old.

“I see…” His eyes gazed into your own, gulping, he gave you a nervous smile, “I’m really sorry about Aera, she and Tannie have a habit of running off.” You laughed dusting off dirt as you stood to your full height. Your eyes widened when you notice that you were still peering up at the man.

Shoot, dude’s gotta be at least 6 feet.

Blushing you coughed, “It’s not a problem, really!” You smiled at him.

You see the child tug on her dad’s pants, he bent down and she whispered to him. His eyes bulging out of his sockets as he put Tannie down and dusted himself off.

“Sh—” He sighed, “I didn’t even introduce us,” He patted the little girl’s head, “This is my daughter Aera,” Aera smiled at you and gave you a wave, “This is Yeontan,” he pointed to the dog that was now laying beside Mochi, who stared with curious eyes at her companion laying beside her.

“And I’m Kim Taehyung.”

Drawing your attention to the model-like man, you smiled shyly, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks as he gave you a boxy grin.

“I’m Hyeon Y/n.” You peered behind you to the puppy that was nuzzling her face into Yeontan’s fur, “and that’s my puppy, Mochi.”

Aera squealed and bent down towards the two puppies, Mochi greeting her with many kisses. Taehyung smiled down at his daughter and looked back at you.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Y/n.” His deep voice rang in your ears again, “Thank you again for accompanying Aera while I looked for them.” You waved a hand.

“Really, Taehyung, it’s no worries, I love kids and puppies!” Gesturing to the three on the ground. Taehyung chuckled before looking back at you.

“We should get going, I’m sure you have things to do. Aera, Tannie.” Taehyung says as Aera patted Mochi’s head one last time before scooping up the Pomeranian and smiling at you.

“Tank you fow da tweats and watch me!” Aera says sweetly before pressing her cheeks against your legs and staring at you, “see you again?” Shocked you peered down at the little girl.

“Aera!” Taehyung exclaims, his cheeks tinted pink as he looked down at you, “I’m sorry—she—”

“Of course!” You smiled, crouching down to the little girl, “I actually hold painting classes at my studio, completely free every Saturday at 9!” You watched the little girl’s face brighten as she looked at her dad. Stunned with yourself you looked up at her dad too before uttering out, “only if it’s cool with your dad.”

“Daddy? Pwease, pwease, pwease! Paint, I paint!” Aera jumped excitedly as she asked for her father’s permission.

“I—” He starts looking down at his daughter’s bright eyes filled with excitement, “I—sure, why not?” He smiled down at his little girl. Aera rushed up to him and gave him a big squeeze, excitedly repeating tank you’s.

“Yay!” You perk up looking at the two, “I’ll see you two…on Saturday?”

“Yes! Next Saturday, though. We have prior arrangements, but next one for sure.” Taehyung says. You smiled.

“Next Saturday then.” You agreed.

“Great, uhm—” Taehyung begins, taking out his phone, “Do you mind if—Can I—May I have your number uhm so I know where your studio is?” He blushed facing his phone to you. You nodded frantically.

“Right! Uh—” You typed in your number giving his phone back to him, “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” He sighs, “for everything, we’ll see you not this week, but next!” You nodded your head.

“Of course! See you guys, it was nice to meet you three!”

“Likewise!” Taehyung said sending you a boxy grin, Aera having the same smile as her dad, the three walked off, while you picked up Mochi and headed to your apartment.

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19:21 08.25.21 ???: hey, thank you again for today. -taehyung.

19:25 08.25.21 y/n: hey, Taehyung! Really, it’s no problem!

19:26 08.25.21 Taehyung☺: Aera is super excited for next Saturday, you said it’s at 9am?

19:28 08.25.21 y/n: yeahp! Here’s the address of my studio xxx!

19:29 08.25.21 Taehyung☺: I was just about to ask, thank you! I’ll let you go, Aera can’t find her socks. Goodnight, y/n.

19:31 08.25.21 y/n: Oh no!!! Guess you gotta find those socks lol! And no problem, Taehyung. See you Saturday ((:

“Who are you smiling at?” Mi-ha’s voice scares you, causing you to tuck your phone away.

“Wha—me?” You blushed looking at your best friend who was carrying a sleepy Yoon-ji, “Just some guy I met at the park today.”

“A guy?!” Mi-ha screeched in a whisper. You nodded.

“Yeah, his daughter was chasing their dog and the dog stumbled upon me and Mochi.” You shrugged, “and before you ask,” Mi-ha’s mouth opened and closed, “yes, he’s unbelievably attractive.” You whine throwing your head back against your couch.

Mi-ha wiggled her eyebrows while heading for the door, “Ouuuu, does he have potential?” Shrugging your shoulders…

“Well—I just met him…” You sighed, “but… maybe? I don’t know.” You mumbled.

Taehyung is an attractive man, and just from meeting him and Aera today, you could already tell that the two were super sweet and super nice.

“Hm… Well, just play it by ear, I guess.” You watched as Mi-ha slipped into her shoes, still carrying a sleeping Yoon-ji, “You deserve to be happy, by the way. I just want you to be happy and in love.” You giggled.

“Yah,” You made your way to the door, “I’ll find it when I find it.” Smiling you gave Mi-ha a side hug as she made her way out of your apartment and down the hall towards her and Namjoon’s.

It was now Wednesday and you were in your studio with Mochi.

After a long week, you were excited to finally see Aera and Taehyung this coming Saturday. You and Taehyung have been texting back and forth during the week, getting to know each other a little more, and of course exchanging work stories for the day. Sometimes he’d text you good morning and good night as well, so you’d often times find yourself smiling constantly whenever you see his name pop up onto your screen. He was—is—such a good guy. The sweetest human you had ever met, and Aera was no different than her father. Some days, Taehyung would send you a picture of Aera, because she wanted to show you her new painting. You couldn’t help but feel all fuzzy and warm when you would receive a text from him. Sometimes he’d even tell you all about the important meetings he’d have and his success with collaborating with other big time fashion icons with upcoming collections for his new menswear line.

Today though, the museum had asked you to come up with a few pieces that could be showed in their gallery for the end of November. It wasn’t one of your art shows, so it wasn’t too demanding and you didn’t have to show face. However, you had to finish the pieces a month before the showcase. It never took you too long to finish a painting piece; you’ve always been creative and had an eye for art. This time you wanted to try something different. Many of your paintings were hung up on display in the museum, along with some of your photography pieces, so this time, you wanted to mix the two mediums in a way that’ll capture the uniqueness of your work.

You heard a quiet bark behind you to see Mochi wagging her tail looking up at you with curiosity. You bent down to pat her head and led her to her little bed in the corner of the studio. The minute she jumped into the large puppy bed; her eyes began to droop. Mochi was so tiny still, only 10 weeks old, that the large bed engulfs her tiny figure. Cooing at the adorable puppy, you went back to painting the large canvas. Humming along with the quiet radio in the background, you left some spaces open for the pictures that you need to take before pasting it onto the canvas too. You were in your own little world thinking about Yoon-ji’s party on Saturday. You had all her gifts ready, along with remembering to pick up her cookies that you had promised Mi-ha to pick up, since Namjoon had to go pick up the cake.

Taehyung then drifted into your mind. Encountering him two Saturday evenings ago, hadn’t stopped playing in your mind. He was the prettiest man you had ever met, and he sounded so humbled, soft-spoken with a very deep voice. He was enticing, and you couldn’t wait to see him again on Saturday. And Aera. Aera is probably the cutest little girl you had ever met, and that’s saying something because you worked with many kids, along with Yoon-ji –who is another very adorable child— but Aera’s features were striking. Definitely too pretty for a three-year-old. But now, with the fact that you two have been texting back and forth for about a week now, that really couldn’t be good for your heart. You’re really not the type to fall for someone quickly, you enjoy being single because it’s less complicated, but for some reason… You were just drawn to the strikingly handsome man.

You heard a knock at the door ripping you from your thoughts. Thinking you were hearing things, you continued painting… Until the knock came louder. Furrowing your eyebrows, you checked your watch, 10:17am, you weren’t expecting Mi-ha for another couple hours.

“Just a minute!” You called setting down your brush and wiping your hands on a rag that you retrieved from the top of your canvas. Pushing your hair out of your face, you reached the knob of the door and pulled it open to reveal the duo that clouded your thoughts just moments ago.

“Hi, Awnty Y/n!” Aera quipped brightly. Today, her hair was pulled up to one side, where she bore a purple bow. She was wearing loose jeans with a white shirt and denim jacket. Beside her stood Taehyung, handsome as ever. Today, he sported loose shorts and a black t-shirt. Super simple, but for some reason, super attractive.

“Oh my gosh, hey!” You peered down at your attire which consisted of leggings a baggy top, and your painting apron. Your cheeks heating up, “Sorry—gosh—I wasn’t expecting anyone today.” You smiled sheepishly as Taehyung quirked an eyebrow.

“No—no, it’s cool,” He gestured to Aera, “We were in the area picking up some food and we thought that we’d come say hi.” Aera thrusted a small box towards you.

“Yeah! We bwought some cookies!” Aera says, “Daddy say that pwetty giwls need deli…” Aera paused, scrunching her eyebrows, “delis-eowus cookies,” She confidently smiles, “so Daddy call da-da cookie stow and buy his favowite cookies fow you! He no let me have any and say that he buy some fow me next time, because he want to buy just fow humph—” Taehyung gently cupped his hand over his daughter’s lips, chuckling nervously to himself.

“Hahahaha, oh Aera, you’re so funny!” Taehyung coughed out, his cheeks turning slightly pink, “Kids…” He trails off giving you a boyish grin. Releasing his hand from his daughter’s mouth, Aera seemed to have forgotten what she was talking about as she squealed seeing Mochi. Bouncing her way towards the sleeping puppy, you turned your attention back to Taehyung.

“That’s really sweet of you guys! You didn’t have to buy me anything, a simple ‘hello’ would have sufficed, or even a text to let me know you were both coming today.” You nudged his arm, spinning around, you gestured him to follow you as you placed the gifted cookies in the small kitchen of your studio.

Taehyung shrugged, “We figured you’d be too busy for a text, so we kinda dropped by as a surprise…” Smiling you opened the box of cookies, taking three out and putting them on a plate that you keep in the cupboards. “She hasn’t stopped talking about you since last Saturday.” He confessed.

Smiling up at the handsome man, you place the cookies in front of the two of you, “That’s so cute!” You gushed, pushing the plate towards him; he happily accepts a cookie, taking a bite. Walking over to Aera and Mochi, you handed her the small plate with the cookie on it. Luckily Mochi didn’t notice that there was food on the plate and Aera quickly took the sweet treat and popped half of it in her mouth.

“Were we interrupting? We could—”

“Oh! No—” You started, seeing worry flash through Taehyung’s eyes, “No—don’t worry about it! I’m almost done anyways.” Taehyung visibly sighed a breath of relief as he peered around your studio.

“Your paintings are really good.” He observed staring at your almost finished canvas and your other completed works that were hung up around the room.

“Thanks, they really don’t take much time for me, I guess I’m one of the lucky few that were able to get somewhere with their hobby.” You shrugged staring at Taehyung.

“You really are talented,” He turns around to face you, “What else do you do? I know you said this is basically your job… But you seem like the type to have a lot of things going on?” You laughed.

Funny that you both have been getting to know each other during the week, but you had never asked what he did. Your conversations would always end up with work stories, but you both never really spoke about what you both truly do.

“You’re a gifted observer,” You teased, “Other than holding a bunch of different art classes, I work part-time at the hospital.” Taehyung’s eyebrows raised.

“What do you do in the hospital?”

“Anesthesiologist Assistant.” You smiled; Taehyung’s eyes grew wider before showcasing an impressive grin.

“Huh,” He smirked, “You’re quite the character huh, but don’t take this the wrong way,” He trailed, “but aren’t you quite young?” You giggled to yourself.

“I get that a lot,” You start before washing the paint brushes that were on your counter, “I actually graduated high school and university fairly early. I was turning 16 when I finished high school, took my MCAT at 18, got my undergrad at 20, and settled for an assistant rather than an actual MD, but still had to go through the same process.” You finished looking up at Taehyung. He held an impressed expression the whole time and smiled at your back story.

“That’s actually insane,” He chuckled, “You make me sound less successful than you!” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“OH—please don’t compare yourself to me! It really is nothing.” You blushed, now drying your paintbrushes.

“Intelligent, talented, beautiful, and humble?” Taehyung questioned, “You really are a man’s dream, Y/n.”

You blushed profusely, “Oh please, look at yourself Mr. Kim.” You teased, “What is it that you do by the way? Seems only fair that you tell me about yourself since I just told you my life’s story!”

Taehyung’s laughter boomed throughout your studio, “I’m actually the CEO of Gucci Korea.” It was your turn to gasp.

“Gucci—” You choked, “CEO…? Korea?!” You stuttered, feeling intimidated.

Taehyung chuckled, “Yes, CEO of Gucci Korea.”

“But? You’re so young!” You sputtered out.

“Ah, Ms. Y/n, you can’t possibly think that you were the only child prodigy, did you?” He teased, but before you could voice out an apology, he continued, “Much like you, I graduated at a young age as well!”

You were in awe, man’s was smart, handsome, and freaking humble?? Where has he been all your life.

“I’m 25 by the way.” He winked before going over to get Aera who seemed to have fallen asleep next to Mochi. Smiling at the two, you watched as he lifted her into his arms and walked back towards you.

“I’m really sorry to cut this short—I’m needed back at the office—but hopefully we’ll have more time to get to know each other more, in person at least?” He asked with a hopeful smile. Nodding your head, embarrassingly fast, you led them to the door.

“Yes—I mean, yeah—sure! I’d love that.” You sputtered, “Thank you for dropping by… and for these amazing cookies.” You gestured behind you to the opened cookie box on your kitchen island.

“Of course, it was our pleasure.” Taehyung winked, causing you to blush again, “We’ll see you on Saturday? For the painting lessons?”

You nodded, “Of course, see you then, Taehyung!” You watched as the man headed out of your studio and you shut the door. Catching your breath, you couldn’t help but smile. Was he flirting with you? Or was he just being nice?

“Mi-ha!” You called while greeting the parents, yet again, this beautiful Saturday. Smiling and waving, you held small chat with some of the parents as their kids ran past you and to Mi-ha.

“Don’t worry, I got them!”

You sighed in relief, a smile returning to your face as you continued to greet the parents. As you watched each child enter, along with their parents, you failed to see the familiar tall man that had captured your attention with the few interactions you had with him and his adorable little girl. You couldn’t help but briefly look around the parents in front of you as you greeted them, in hopes to find the boxy grin that had been haunting your mind as of late, only to be disappointed with the bright blue sky outside the door. Sighing, you watched the last parent leave, walking them out the door, you peered around one last time in hopes to find the little girl and her father. To your dismay, your eyes were greeted with an empty street and nothing but cool air kissing your face. Frowning, you headed back inside your studio; Mi-ha already starting the class for you while the kids waited. You sat down on your bench, watching Mi-ha take over the class for today, since you two alternated each Saturday.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, you had just seen them a few days ago, but when Taehyung had said he’d be seeing you Saturday—and he did state Aera has been talking about you nonstop—you had hoped they’d be the very first people to be at your studio door… Yet you haven’t seen them; no boxy smiles and no text messages either, you’d think that Taehyung would have texted you to let you know that they were going to be late or maybe that Aera—or himself—have changed their minds in coming; you were hoping to have at least a head’s up so that you didn’t get your hopes up.

Why were you even concerned? Dang it, Y/n, you encounter the family and received cookies from them once, and you’re hung up on seeing both of them. Maybe they were just too polite to decline your offer, after all, Taehyung is a busy man; He’s running Korea’s biggest fashion line and he’s a father. Maybe he’s still with Aera’s mother, but you never recalled seeing a ring, or him speaking of her… But maybe that was it, had you overstepped a line with flirting? But he was flirting too? Wasn’t he?

The frown etched onto your face deepened, while you thought about all the possibilities as to why you hadn’t heard from Taehyung today. Biting your lip, you got off your chair and headed over to the little girls and boys that were happily painting away on their canvas’. Faking a smile, you crouched down to each individual and complimented their art works, earning massive grins from the children. Your heart still tightening as you gazed at the door from time to time, in hopes you’d hear a knock, but it never came.

“Y/n?” You heard Mi-ha’s voice. You peered up at her with a small smile, brushing off your pants, you stood up beside her.

“What’s up?”

“I think the parents are here, Yoon-ji and I can clean up here, you okay to get her cookies?” You looked at the clock—Oh wow, has it really been 2 hours?­­—you nodded shaking your head. Time really flew today.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll bring them over! I’ll see you guys at your apartment!” Shrugging off your apron, you smiled at the kids, waving goodbyes to hear little voices of “bye Ms. Y/n!” as you opened the door to let parents in. Peering down at your phone you see unopened messages from non-other than the man you had hoped to see today. Reluctantly you opened it.

11:10am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I’m so sorry, Y/n, Aera really wanted to attend today, but I had forgotten that Aera and I had breakfast with her mother today at the same time ):

11:11am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I was going to text you earlier, but we were in a rush and I completely forgot to tell you.

11:11am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: I’m really sorry… Next week??

11:13am 09.04.21 Taehyung☺: You’re probably still with the kids… Text me when you get these? Aera and I would really love to make it up to you.

Frowning at the texts, you opt to locking your phone and sliding it back into your pocket.

You knew that there was a possibility that Taehyung was probably married; he has a kid. You probably shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up with him, seeing as you had literally just met that guy—despite you texting. But anyone with eyes could fall easily for a successful and humbled CEO such as himself. You were scolding yourself for falling for his boxy smile and his kindness so quickly, that you felt as if you were a teenager falling in love.

Walking towards the cookie place that Mi-ha had ordered Yoon-ji’s birthday treats, you were gazing at all the couples that were roaming the streets. Letting out a sad sigh, you continued your way. Your heart still feeling the aches of being let down by the guy that you potentially began liking… Maybe liking, you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but you knew that this man was on your mind. Constantly.

The sign of the dessert place is now in your line of vision, so you picked up your pace in hopes to forget the numbness you were feeling in your heart. Goodness, this wasn’t even a date, it’s not like you were stood up.

Upon entering the little store, the workers smiled and waved as you accepted the order for your best friend. Walking out, you couldn’t help but deflate. As if this man is consuming your thoughts the way he has. You’ve met over a week ago, and yet he’s running through your mind like clockwork. Not just him, but sweet Aera… You couldn’t help but fall in love with the sweet little girl; the cutest, most polite 3-year-old you had ever met, besides Yoon-ji, but nonetheless, you enjoyed the little girls presence just as much as you enjoyed her father’s.

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you headed towards your apartment. Times like these is when you’re grateful that your best friend and Namjoon have decided to stay in their apartment complex down the hall from yours. Of course, eventually the family of three will move out, but as of right now, it was nice to have them so close to you… Especially seeing as you’re still a bachelorette.

As you walked towards Mi-ha’s apartment complex, you could hear many people talking and socializing, unsure of who is all invited, your heartrate picked up slightly at the thought of finally meeting Joon’s friends. It has been a long time coming, but it still made you nervous to meet new people. Would they like you? Will they hate you? What if you don’t like them? Your thoughts disappeared as you come face to face with Mi-ha’s apartment door. Apparently, your hand had a mind of its own, your own fist knocking on the door loudly.

Expecting Mi-ha or Joon, you were surprised to be greeted with a man with blue hair with a bunny smile.

“You must be Mi-ha noona’s friend, Y/n!!!” The man states, gesturing you to enter. You bowed with a small smile tugging at your lips to see a group of men and women around your age—maybe slightly older—gathered around Mi-ha’s kitchen.

“Hey, Y/n!” Mi-ha waved you over, standing next to her were 3 other women who looked at you with warm smiles. As you approached, Mi-ha gestured to the women, “Y/n, please meet mine and Joon’s friends! Everyone,” Mi-ha turned towards the men on the couch, “please come introduce yourselves to my best friend from college!”

Feeling heat coming up to engulf your cheeks, you smiled shyly at everyone. As you stood next to Mi-ha, the men from the couches stood next to what you assumed to be their wives or girlfriends.

“You’re Y/n?!” The girl with a long bob squeals, “Mi-ha talks about you so much! I’m so excited to finally meet you! My name is Rae and this is my husband Hoseok,” The couple pulled you into a tight hug, before turning around and gesturing to a little boy who was sitting next to Yoon-ji on the floor in front of the tv, “and that little boy by Yoonie is our son, Mujin!”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Rae and Hoseok!” You smiled at the two.

“Hobi!” Hoseok chuckled, “Please, call me Hobi. Hoseok is way too formal for me!” He finishes wrapping his arm around Rae. Nodding in agreement you smiled.

“It’s so great to finally meet you, Y/n!” A girl with long, blonde-dyed hair smiled at you, “My name is Sarang, and this is my husband Jin!” Gesturing to the blonde-haired man next to her, “We’re the elders of the group, only by a smidge!” She winked, earning a laugh from her husband. Clinging onto Sarang was a little girl and clinging to Jin was a little boy.

“These two are Ji-hoon and Yuna, our 4-year-old twins!” Jin exclaims, picking up the boy.

“Very nice to meet you guys!” You smiled, “Hello Ji-hoon and Yuna!” You waved at the two children who greeted you with claps of their hands and little hello’s.

“Hi, noona, I’m Jungkook!” The blue-haired man smiled at you, “This is my girlfriend Haru, and this is our son, Youngji.” The beautiful girl beside him with dark brown hair, that reached just below her ribcage, was holding a little boy no older than 2 years old.

“Super excited to finally meet you! You’re stunning!” Haru gushes while bouncing the sleeping boy in her arms.

“It’s nice to meet you three! You have a beautiful family!” You say to the couple with a grin, “but you don’t need to call me Noona, Jungkook… You’re older than me!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Huh?”

Nodding, “Yeah, I’m only 22! I think I remember Mi-ha telling me that all of Joon’s friends and their wives/girlfriends range from 23-28!” You quipped with a small smile. Jungkook fist bumped the air and shrieked “I’m finally not the youngest!”, causing everyone to laugh.

Lastly you were engulfed in a hug by two women that had two men trailing behind them.

“Hello Y/n! My name is Seung and this is my husband Yoongi!” The man with a gummy smile waved as he hugged his wife’s waist, “our daughter Nari is here somewhere…” She trails looking around the apartment, “uhm… you’ll meet her later!” Chuckling you smiled.

“Hi!” A girl with straight pink hair waves, while the blonde man behind her gave you a shy smile, “I’m Hyuna, and this is Jimin!” Peering around her, she scrunched her eyebrows together, “I think we lost ours, Chim…” She whispered to the man beside her who frantically looked around the room. Sighing he gestures to the little girl cuddled up against a pillow on the couch.

“She’s so tiny, I can’t see her sometimes,” Jimin chuckled, “our daughter Soomi is 1, so she… kinda likes to just sleep a lot right now.” He chuckles quietly.

“It’s very nice to meet you all!” You smiled at everyone, “Your kids are adorable!”

“Aish,” Namjoon circles around the table to stand behind Mi-ha, “We’re missing one more little family… They should be here—”

“Sorry, we’re late!” A familiar voice echoes throughout the complex, which made you freeze in your spot. Quietly turning around, you face the man that’s been consuming your thoughts every waking hour. He was breathing heavily with his arms wrapped around his daughter who was cradled into her father’s neck, slumped over in his arms. His hair slicked back, unlike the mess of curls they were a few days ago. His eyes locked on yours with his mouth slightly agape.

“Here he is!” Joon cheered, clasping his hand around the man’s shoulder, “Y/n, this is Taehyung and Aera!”

To say you were surprised was an understatement. What were the odds that the man that was clouding your every waking thought, would stand before you AND is best friends with your best friend’s husband? That was just too weird…

The fact that your eyes were blown out of your head, along with Taehyung look like a deer in headlights, Aera was the one to break your staring war with Taehyung, when she sleepily turned around in her father’s arms but her eyes immediately widening as soon as she spots you.

“Awnty Y/n!” Aera struggles against Taehyung’s hold, dropping down from his arms and running towards you and clasped her little arms around your leg. Gazing down at the little girl, a small smile etched its way onto your face, bending down to engulf her in your arms.

“Hey, cutie!” She giggled as your hair brushed against her face, “Missed your face today!” You whispered into her ear, trying hard to cover up the sound of disappointment. The little girl pouted and stared at you.

“I’m sowwy, Daddy fowgot that we go out wit Mommy fow bweakfas,” Aera states sadly, “Daddy say he text you.”

You nodded, “Yeah, he did. I’ve—” you paused as you noticed from the corner of your eyes that Taehyung perked up, probably wondering why you hadn’t texted back if you got his messages, “I was super busy today.” You finished.

“Okay wait—” Mi-ha interrupted as you stood up from hugging Aera, “Y/n, you’ve met Taehyung and Aera?”

Nodding sheepishly, Mi-ha put two and two together and her eyes widened.

“Y/n and I met in the park a few weeks back.” You heard Taehyung say. The rest of the group giggled and chuckled.

“What a small world.” Namjoon laughed. Feeling awkward—along with feeling Taehyung’s eyes on you the entire time—you decided to gesture to Yoon-ji.

“Well—it’s someone’s birthday!” You turned away and picked up Yoon-ji from the living room, “Let’s blow out some candles and eat some cake!”

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“It was actually really funny,” Hyuna giggled, “Chim and I weren’t friends at all! He was that cool jock guy in college, and I was just admiring him from afar. He was also so mean too!” You giggled along with the girls, as Hyuna continued her story about how her and Jimin ended up together.

“—low and behold, we went to the same frat party, hooked up, and I guess Jimin couldn’t help but keep talking to me so… Here we are!”

“That’s actually really cute,” You sighed, looking at Mi-ha, who was eying you wearily. Since she is your best friend, she could tell that your demeanor had changed ever since a handsome dad walked into their apartment.

If it was obvious to anyone, it was especially obvious to Mi-ha, that something was bothering you. You had become a little quieter ever since the father and daughter—that you were hoping to see that same day in your art studio—had joined the party. You were sneaking glances at Aera’s dad while he was manspreading on the couch chit chatting with his best buds. You shouldn’t be feeling this way, you couldn’t like Taehyung in that way. Not only was he a father with an adorable little girl that you very much enjoy being around, but it was clear that the mother is, in fact, still in the picture—despite the fact that he doesn’t wear a wedding band on his ring finger. You know you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up that you possibly found someone that you were so into. You couldn’t possibly like him after the few encounters you’ve had. You’re being ridiculous. What were you? A girl in high school?

“Y/n?”

Snapping out of your trance, you stared at Mi-ha, who was staring at you with worry, “Are you alright?”

Were you?

The man that ultimately had you pining over him was in the same room as you, the same man that had promised to see you today after dropping off cookies at your art studio the week before because he was in the area. How could you be fine? Maybe he was just being nice, you thought. He never gave you a reason to think he was even single. Sure, it seemed like he was flirting—and sure he bought you cookies… But again, he never gave you a reason to think he was remotely interested in you, he was just being nice.

“Never better.” You forced a smile. Mi-ha looked skeptical; she knew you weren’t okay.

“We can talk…” Mi-ha offers, giving you a sympathetic look. You shrugged, you could feel a certain individual’s eyes on you, but you refused to look his way. You weren’t mad per say, but you weren’t exactly feeling the greatest. You didn’t know how you were supposed to act now. How were you expected to react when you literally just found out that the guy you were constantly thinking about was best friends with your friend! Alright, that’s enough. You wanted to hurl, you wanted to scream, just disappear. You were still unsure why you were so hurt by not seeing him today, maybe it was still the fact that he could’ve texted you sooner, or maybe he should’ve stopped giving you mixed signals… Who just casually buys you their favorite cookies and delivers it to you just because he was in the area???

Having enough of feeling like complete ass. You turned to Mi-ha, “I think I’m gonna head out early, I’m not really feeling well.” You gave a small smile to Mi-ha.

“Are you sure? I can drop—”

“No, it’s okay!” You rushed out, “I’ll see you Monday! Thanks for the invite.”

Giving Mi-ha a tight-lipped smile, you turned to the rest of the group, “I’m going to head out now!” A chorus of boos and no’s erupted from the group, Taehyung keeping his eyes trained to the floor, not uttering a word. To say you were even more disappointed was an understatement. You didn’t quite know what you were expecting from him, but you sure as hell wasn’t expecting him to remain quiet or to completely ignore you the whole time. Your heart clenched, yet again, but you shoved the feeling away as the rest of the girls gave you group hugs.

“Please!!! Let’s all hang out! This was so much fun!” Haru exclaims jumping up and down.

“Oh my gosh, yes, yes!!!” Seung exclaims, “Oh, do you mind giving us your number?” Thrusting her phone in your face you giggled, typing in your number, and giving it back.

“It was really great to meet you, Y/n!” Rae smiles warmly, while Hyuna and Sarang nod in agreement, “We hope to see you soon!” The rest of the boys waved at your departure, while Taehyung remained silent, but now was shuffling around the kitchen, pretending as if you were already gone.

Ouch.

Saying your final goodbyes, you attempted to make it out of the door quickly, trying to leave before you could feel the ache in your chest grow heavier with every movement towards the door. Trying to keep your breathing as normal as possible, you felt a little fingers wrap around your pants, gently tugging at you. Squeezing your eyes shut to try and rid yourself from the unnecessary tears that were willing to fall, you peered down to see Aera shyly smiling up at you.

“Bye awnty, Y/n,” As if your heart couldn’t hurt more. “I see you swoon?” Her big eyes that shimmered with hope stared right back at you.

Please, stab my heart some more, Aera, you thought.

Unsure of what to say, you ruffled her hair, “Sure, sweets. Soon.” And with that Aera lets go of your pants running back towards Yoon-ji to continue playing.

Without another glance, you exited the apartment with a shaky breath, and making your way to your own apartment down the hall. Flashes of Taehyung’s face appeared in your mind as you walked towards the end of the hall and to your apartment complex; the way he had smiled at you at the park when you had first met, the way he looked so interested when you were exchanging information in your studio, the cute text messages he would send throughout the day… All of that was now clouded by the way he looked at you with surprise when he had first entered the apartment, the way he wouldn’t meet your eyes from across the room, the way he had his muscular back faced towards you—as if he was deliberately trying to find every excuse not to look at you. You didn’t think that letting down bits of your wall and opening up to someone that had made you happy would’ve backfired on you. Especially when he had been so inviting, so sweet, and so interested… but maybe he truly wasn’t into you that way.

Upon finally stumbling into your apartment, you shut the door quietly. Sliding down the smooth, cold surface of the wooden barricade that divided you from the comfort of your own home to the hallway, the tears flowed down your cheeks; your hands finding a way onto your face as your sobs filled the quiet space of your home, and pieces of your heart breaking for the man that sat with his daughter just down the hall.

Waking up the next morning was dreadful. Absolutely awful.

Your eyes were sealed shut due to the mass amount of crying you had done the night before. You were being pathetic, you knew that. You have no reason to be hung up on this guy when you have a whole life ahead of you. Well… a whole life, you’re only 22. But seeing that you had met all of Mi-ha’s and Namjoon’s friends, you felt as if you were behind. They were only a few years older than you, and they all seemed to have stable jobs—which you have—their own forever homes, and a little family.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you really didn’t feel like going to your studio today, luckily for you though, you had your own little makeshift studio in your apartment. It wasn’t as large, obviously, as your actual studio, but it does the job when you feel like staying at home to get some work done. Sometimes, you find that you get more work done at home than you do in your studio.

You here Mochi padding her way through the hallway and towards your bedroom. Watching as your bedroom door creaked open, you were greeted by the little puppy at the foot of the door, curiously examining around the room to find your eyes. As if the stars in her blue eyes weren’t bright enough, the moment she saw you, you could’ve sworn you saw the galaxy in them. Mochi trotted her way towards the little stairs by your bed, struggling to get up them, she growled in annoyance and plopped down by your side. Your little pup gazes at you with a questioning look, almost as if you ask if you were okay. You had been told before that most animals feel the emotions radiating off their owners, but you hadn’t really believed in that. Until now.

Mochi’s eyes drooped, almost forming a sad expression and nudged her little head against your hand with a tiny whine. If you had thought that you were all cried out from last nights fiasco, you were terribly wrong. As soon as Mochi crawled her way onto your lap to snuggle closer, the tears began to from and roll down your face. Choking out tiny sobs, Mochi continued to snuggle closer in attempts to comfort you.

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this hard—let alone over a man. Maybe you were just so used to having such high expectations that the other men that you had dated, or had gone out with, just never had this type of affect on you. You were always used to being let down, anyways. So, what really made Taehyung any different? Why had you gotten your hopes up? Was it his constant texts that had you unknowingly falling for him? Was it Aera who seemed to have idolized you? Was it the kind gesture of buying you cookies that had made you think about a potential future with him? A future where, in a perfect world, Taehyung was your husband and Aera as your step-daughter coming to visit you during your workdays with the same batch of cookies that they had delivered to you on that Wednesday?

But that’s all it is, right? Just wishful thinking, hoping, that the guy that had made you fall in love with his charms, his devilishly handsome good looks, and his kind heart—hoping that he was the one for you, hoping that he was the one to love you unconditionally. But that’s all it was.

Wishful thinking.

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“—so, are you going to tell me what’s going on or…”

Mi-ha had dropped by with Yoon-ji to come check up on you. When she headed towards the studio, but didn’t see any lights on, she knew you were cooped up in your apartment complex. So, it really wasn’t a surprise when she had knocked on your door to see your eyes swollen and red with your hair up in the messiest bun she had ever seen, and a paint brush in your hands. Like the best friend she is, she gave you a sympathetic smile, but didn’t comment—at least not until now.

You had continued painting one of the art pieces that you had began working on. Getting lost in the strokes of your brush to numb the pain in your chest, sniffling here and there, yet no tears had fallen. You were finally all cried out. Nonetheless though, your eyes still stung, as if it were trying to produce some form of waterworks, but you know that you really couldn’t cry anymore. Dabbing your under-eyes and feeling the sting from how raw the skin was from all your continuous rubbing.

“There’s nothing going on.” You croaked, still facing your canvas, and ignoring the presence of your best friend that stood behind your easel with her sleeping toddler in the little bean bag chair that you have in your art room.

“Cut the bullshit,” Mi-ha snaps quietly, “Have you forgotten we’ve been best friends for so long? I know when something’s wrong, what did Taehyung do?”

Pausing your brush strokes, “How did—”

“Please,” Mi-ha comes around to lean against your easel, “anyone with eyes knew something was off between you two. What happened, Y/n?”

So, you told her.

Your first encounter with him at the park, your constant text messaging, how he had dropped by as a surprise. You told her how you were confused, how could you fall for someone so fast? You were choking on sobs again, but still no tears have fallen from your eyes.

You felt pathetic. But bless your best friend as she continued to listen to your confused self, rubbing your back and whispering encouraging words. By the end of your talk, Mi-ha gives you a soft smile.

“Oh, baby…” She says in hushed tones, “You’ve got it bad…”

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[mummybear]

Breaking The Rules

Words: 2929

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Slight Somnophilia kink, Oral Sex (Male receiving), Quiet Sex, Secret Sex, Sam’s In The Next Bed….So Shh….;) ), Dirty talk, Lots Of Teasing And Being Made To Wait….Think that’s it :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean have an arrangement that works for you both, but you’re starting to test the boundaries, but you love it when Dean gets angry.

A/N: No Beta for this one, sorry it’s been so long since I posted! Been soooo busy with the kiddies and trying to write my new series! :P Anyway, I hope you like it lovelies! :D

You swirl your straw around your small glass and scan the bar, you know you don’t really need to look, you know he’s watching you, because you’ve caught his reflection in the bar’s mirror at least twice now. But this is the game that the two of you always play, because nobody can know what the two of you get up to, he’s your dirty little secret and your his, and that’s just the way you both like it. Your eyes fall on him once again, he’s sitting at the bar with a girl either side of him, but you’re not jealous, you have no reason to be, and he’s made that abundantly clear on more than one occasion. 

The toilets are behind him this time, so you know you’ll be the one who makes the first move tonight. But you want to wait a little longer, let the anticipation build, until you can see him squirming, make him wait for you for once. He knows where you are and you’d agreed on ten minutes, but it’s easily been twenty. The rules are that he doesn’t turn to look at you, because you can’t let Sam or any other monster or hunter find out what you get up to, the two of you don’t need any other reason to be used against one another.

He’s tense, you can see it from the way he’s sitting. You’d decided to wear a dress tonight, one that doesn’t require much, before it falls away. Your stockings feel soft against your skin as your thighs rub together beneath the table. You finish your drink and keep hold of your glass as you stand from the table slowly, your heels click against the tacky wooden floors of the bar. You drop the glass back on the counter top and thank the barman.

Walking past Dean is always the fun part, you put an extra swing in your hips as you walk, discreetly dragging your nails along his jean clad thigh as you pass. And although you don’t look back, you can feel his eyes on you, like he’s trying to undress you as you walk past.

You walk into the ladies and check the cubicles are free, and lock the main door behind yourself when you find that they are. As you’re reapplying your lipstick you hear a knock at the door and smile at your reflection, not surprised that he didn’t wait the usual amount of time before he’d followed you. You’d wound him up the entire way here in the Impala, as well as the long wait in the bar itself.

You open the door a crack and smirk at him when his green eyes narrow at you, “can I help you?” you ask quietly, enjoying the way that his jaw clenches tight beneath his skin.

“Let me in, Y/N. I’m in no mood for any more fucking about,” he demands angrilly.

You bite your lip as you start to close the door, quickly feeling his foot wedge in the crack before you can close it. His arm manages to fit through the gap as well and you step back with a moan, feeling his fingers wrap around your throat.

“Is something wrong, Dean?” you ask knowingly, as he locks the door with his free hand and slams you back against the door.

“Oh, you fucking know what you’re doing. The plan works, Y/N! It’s worked for ages. So why have you always gotta fuck with me?” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.

You don’t care about how pissed he is, in fact you wanted it, you crave it, because there is nothing hotter than when Dean Winchester is angry. You pout at him as you tug down the zip that runs the length of your dress, “come on, Dean. You already know why I do it,” you purr as your dress falls open at both sides, revealing the lacy surprise that had been hidden beneath your dress, and Dean’s hand drops from around your throat.

“I guess you’re just lucky that you’re so fucking sexy, even if you are a complete cock tease,” Dean growls deeply, as he pushes your dress from your shoulders and lets it drop at your feet. 

“Oh really? In that case are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me already?” you ask cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He rests one hand on the door behind you as he gets down to your level and leans in close. And you watch an almost deadly smirk curl at his lips, “for a little slut you’re real fucking cheeky.”

“Hmmm, maybe you should shut me up then.” You dare him, keeping your eyes locked with his.

He doesn’t bother speaking, he doesn’t have to. He all but snarls as he slams you back against the door and claims your lips roughly. Your back aches at the impact trying to get closer, you welcome the pain as much as you crave the way his kiss makes you dizzy and lightheaded. Dean pushes his hand between your legs, and roughly tugs your panties to the side. Your head thuds back against the door when he pushes two fingers inside your slick opening, the stretch is just as incredible every time. His stubble is rough against your skin as he sucks marks along your collarbone, just low enough that most of your shirts will hide them.

You cling to his shoulders as he curls his fingers just right, against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Dean’s panting hard against your ear as you squeeze your eyes closed, “not so chatty now, huh?” he mocks you, dragging his teeth over your earlobe and all you can do is moan his name. 

“You gonna come for me princess? You gonna make a mess all over this floor?” he groans deeply, wrapping your hair tightly around his free hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your walls start to flutter around his fingers, and your breath is starting to get stuck in your throat. You arch into his touch, feeling yourself right on the edge of orgasm and he suddenly pulls away with a chuckle, “Dean, no, come on! Please don’t do this again,” you beg desperately, knowing your attempts will be futile. 

“Oh what’s up sweetheart? You don’t like being teased or being made to wait?” he chuckles, stepping back, pushing on your shoulders and forcing you to your knees.

You glare up at him as he undoes his belt and jeans, pushing them down until they stop at his mid thigh.

“You’re such a dick,” you grumble under your breath as he pushes his boxers down, his cock is rock hard and the tip is red and leaking pre-cum, just begging to be sucked and you hate how well he knows you.

“Oh baby, who do you think you’re kidding? You knew what would happen if you made me wait. Now it’s your turn, so be a good girl and open that mouth for me.” 

Dean’s grip on your jaw is tight as you lick your lips and open your mouth, you give him your best doe eyes as you look up at him. 

“Good girl, I do love fucking this pretty little mouth,” he tells you as he pushes his cock between your lips, he rocks his hips slowly at first, keeping his thrusts shallow, until you wrap your lips around his girth and start to suck just the way he likes.

His head drops back and a deep groan leaves his parted lips, and his thrusts quickly become more insistent, you even have to hold onto his thighs to keep yourself up right. Almost every thrust now pushes the head of his cock against the back of your throat. You’re doing your best to relax, but you can’t help but gag around the intrusion despite your best efforts.

Dean pushes your hair off of your face and grips it tight behind your head, you can see his legs are beginning to shake, you know how close he is. He’s so thick and heavy against your tongue, you’ve never had anyone bigger or better than Dean, and you weren’t sure you ever would. He could make you come repeatedly, until you were feeling boneless and seeing stars, but you’d still crave more of him and still beg for more. He was like your personal drug.

You gasp and moan as he pulls his cock free and wraps his fingers around his girth.

“This what you want? You want my come, baby girl?” he rasps, eyes locked with yours as he fucks into his hand, hard and fast.

You nod quickly and stick out your tongue, Dean practically growls as his climax hits, and his free hand lands on the door behind you as he slump forward slightly, so he can keep himself up right. You swallow everything that lands in your mouth and lick your lips clean.

After a moment to recover Dean helps you to your feet and hands you your dress, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re gonna pay for that later, Winchester,” you huff, pushing against his chest, until you can slip past.

Dean chuckles as he finishes buckling his jeans, and grins at you, locking eyes with yours in the reflection of the mirror. You roll your eyes and look down, before he’s able to annoy you further. 

“Promises, promises, sweetheart. I’ll see you out there.” 

Before you can reply, he’s already out of the door.

You smirk to yourself in the mirror as you sort out your appearance, trying to smooth out your hair and clean yourself up a little. Oh he’d pay alright, not in the way he’d expected, tonight you were gonna break another one of your rules. Because he didn’t know it yet, but he’d be fucking you in the motel tonight.

-

You can hear Sam snoring behind you, but you can’t sleep, nor had you planned to. You’d been too busy glaring at the back of Dean’s head for the past hour now. Waiting for the right time to exact your revenge. You were sure he was asleep by now, he’d barely moved and you can see his side rising and falling slowly.

Carefully you slip out of Sam’s bed and walk around to Dean’s. Pushing down your panties you drop them in your duffle, before crawling onto the bed the opposite side to Dean, and slipping beneath the covers, tugging off your t-shirt before you lay down.

You chew on your lip nervously as you shuffle closer to him, smirking to yourself slightly when you feel his hardened cock pressing against your thigh through his boxers. You gently push on his shoulder until he rolls onto his back, groaning and throwing an arm over his eyes. You carefully pull down his boxers, just enough to free his cock. 

Glancing over at Sam you can see he’s still asleep, so you quickly and carefully straddle Dean’s waist, luckily he still hasn’t moved, and the slick between your thighs is becoming more uncomfortable, thanks to him you’re still so wound up from the bar. You remember the time that he’d mentioned something similar to this being one of his fantasies, so it was a win win situation really.

Wrapping your hand around his thick cock you carefully lower yourself onto him, clamping a hand over your mouth, trying to hold back whimpers and moans that want to fall past your lips. You start to slowly rise and fall over him, feeling that perfect stretch as he starts to get deeper inside you. 

Dean’s hands quickly find your hips, and you watch his eyes snap open when your hands land on his chest.

“Sonofabitch, fuck,” Dean groans loudly, pulling you down roughly, so that his cock his fully seated inside you.

“Oh... s-shit,” you whimper quietly, suddenly very full and aching perfectly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You win,” Dean moans, when you start to roll your hips a little faster.

“Shhh,” you giggle, leaning forward and pressing a hand over his mouth, glancing at Sam, thankfully he hasn’t moved. 

When you look back at Dean, his eyes are completely focused on you and your hand falls away from his mouth, you lean over him and press your lips to his. Your pussy is clamping down repeatedly around his cock, you’re so close it’s almost painful after what happened at the bar. His tongue moves with yours slowly and deeply, taking your time to really kiss each other for the first time in weeks. You love Dean’s mouth and those perfectly plump lips of his drove you close to insanity. You regretfully pull away from Dean’s lips, feeling your lungs burning with the need to breathe and drop your head into the crook of his neck.

“See this is why we had this as a rule. Neither of us can stay quiet when I’m buried in this tight little cunt, so fuckin’ hot and wet for me. Go on sweetheart, come on my cock, I know you’re close.” 

You can’t speak, as he rolls on top of you and your climax hits you hard, you have to bite his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out his name. You know he’s right, but you can’t find it in you to care right now, it feels so good to have him inside you again. Dean hisses behind his teeth as your nails drag down his back, in an effort to hold onto something to ground you.

“Fuck. I love watching you come for me, so damn sexy,”

“Well you feel so good, Dean. I missed your cock so bad,” you whimper, feeling Dean’s cock throbbing inside you.

“So damn close already, sweetheart, fuckin’ love being inside you. I’m such an idiot.” 

You bite into your smirk as you look up at him, feeling his hips starting to slowly move again. 

“No arguments here, but you’re insanely hot and smart, so i’ll let you off,” you giggle, hooking your legs over his hips, and you try to keep him pulled tightly against you, as you start to roll your hips against him, doing your best to meet his thrusts. 

You push your hands into his hair and gently tug when he starts to thrust harder, angling his hips perfectly so he’s hitting your sweet spot.

”Are gonna fill me up baby?” Dean’s about to speak but then Sam rolls over to face the two of you, and you both fall silent. You both carefully roll on your sides, so that all Sam should be able to see is the back of Dean’s head if he wakes up.

“Damn right, I am,” Dean grunts as he moves you into a better position.

Dean quickly hooks your leg over his arm, and clamps his free hand over your mouth as he starts to thrust his hips, there’s no build up this time his thrusts are hard and calculated.

“What about, sam?” you manage to gasp behind his fingers, as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot.

“Guess you better keep quiet then, sweetheart. Or maybe you can scream for me, like you usually do, and we can just show Sammy what a little slut you are for his big brother, but I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

“P-Please, Dean. Only you,” you whimper, reaching between your legs and you start to rub your clit in time with Dean’s increasingly fast thrusts.

“Fuck, you know I love hearing you say that,” Dean moans, breath hot against the back of your neck.

Your head is spinning and breathing becomes a little harder, your stomach is clenching and your walls are repeatedly clamping down around Dean’s thick cock. Your heart thuds hard in your chest, and the wet sounds of your pussy are louder than the sound of Dean’s hips hitting your ass with every thrust. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, and Dean growls quietly against your neck as you soak his cock and the sheets beneath you. 

Dean’s fingers tighten around your thigh, in an almost bruising grip, your head is still foggy from your orgasm, but you know he’s close when his thrusts begin to stutter. You groan, unable to speak as your sensitive walls clamp down hard when Dean comes, filling you like he hasn’t done in ages.

You’re shaking when Dean finally lowers your leg, and gently pulls out. Grabbing his t-shirt from the side of the bed, he does his best to clean you both up. You turn in his arms once he drops his t-shirt off the side of the bed. You both carefully move away from the wet patch and you curl up against him tightly, sighing quietly as the feeling of satisfaction finally settles over your tired body.

Dean gently runs his fingers through your hair, as you start to calm down a little.

“You’re getting too good at this,” Dean laughs quietly, giving your ass a squeeze with his free hand.

You roll your eyes and you can’t help but giggle, “too good at what?” 

“Surprising me. I didn’t think it was possible, but you just keep doing it.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time I break the rules,” you smirk up at him as you press a kiss to his chest, glancing over at Sam, pleased to see he’s still asleep.

Dean bites into his smirk and pulls you closer, “I think I can live with that.” 

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’m Always Curious Part Thirty Five

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Warnings: Cursing, a lil fluff, a lil angst. Y’all know me. (Still 😅) Summary: My first couple of weeks had been spent getting myself reacquainted with the ship, the crew.

I glanced back as Pike, Una, and Spock stepped onto the turbolift. It was odd, remaining on the Bridge for away missions-- I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I was getting used to it. In the two months I’d been back on the Enterprise, I’d been on a single away mission. It had lasted a total of five minutes, and I’d translated one word.

My first couple of weeks had been spent getting myself reacquainted with the ship, the crew. There was a fair amount to adjust to-- Paledore was a lieutenant now, and he was training up an ensign the way I’d once trained him. He did have a couple of my notebooks, but not all of them. That wasn’t to say that there weren’t interesting days on the Enterprise, there were. But it felt like I was being treated with kiddie gloves. I wasn’t sure who by-- the Captain, or Una perhaps. Either way, I was getting a little frustrated. 

--

“May I?”

“Course,” I didn’t look away from my PADD and notebook as Una settled down beside me. She leaned over my work, but I didn’t hesitate in my writing as I might've before. 

“Tamarian,” She commented lightly, turning back to her food. I hummed in affirmation.

“Your food is stone cold now, isn’t it,” She tacked on. 

“Dunno. Haven’t checked.”

Una reached across, plucking one of the fries off of my plate and popping it into her mouth. 

“Freezing,” She confirmed. 

“Perfect.” 

Una was quiet beside me for a moment before she pulled the pen out of my hand. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my back-up. Una made a little scoffing noise that bordered on a laugh. 

“What is it?” She asked knowingly. I sighed, lowering my pen and looking at her. 

“You realize I’ve left this ship once since I’ve been stationed here?”

“Well we didn’t bring you aboard for you to go running off again.” 

“You know that that is not what I mean, Una,” I leaned back in my seat, glancing around the canteen, “When Thaleh was on the Bridge, she beamed down on away missions constantly. I beamed down on away missions more often than this when I was a lieutenant.” 

“Not every away mission requires a Communications officer.”

“Perhaps not,” I conceded, “But you’ve had to comm me three times to translate something. It would be easier for me to beam down with the team, or to beam down afterward. When I offered, I was told not to.” 

Una turned back to her food, taking a bite and mulling this over. I picked at my own, having no true appetite.

“If I’ve been brought back just to be benched, then I would’ve been better stationed on the Pinnacle,” I said softly; I hated saying it, but I hated how it felt even more. Una turned her head toward me without meeting my eye.

“... He may be more hesitant to bring you on missions now. You understand where he's coming from, don't you?”

“Of course I do,” I sighed softly, turning back to my food, “But if this is what my time on the Enterprise looks like going forward…” 

“Let me talk to him,” Una said decisively. I glanced at her, frowning.

“Shouldn’t I--?”

“I’ll take a first pass at it,” She offered, “If things still don’t change, we’ll bring in the big guns.”

“Who’s the big guns? Spock?” 

Una raised a sharp brow, and my head tipped forward in disbelief. 

“I’m the big guns?” I asked, stunned. 

Una rolled her eyes, straightening and nudging my food toward me. 

“Eat. No more Tamarian while I’m sitting here— I will confiscate that pen.” 

-- 

It started with small missions to minimally inhabited planets. There were moments when I could still see Pike’s hesitation, a small twist of his mouth that he was quick to shield as a cough or a clearing of his throat. I never raised the issue, badly as I would’ve liked to. He was trying. He was trying, and the missions were being operated cleanly. The shifts on the Bridge without an away mission were always a little different; I had always known Pike in a certain way as Captain, but seeing him with that ease in the chair, day in and day out, was new for me. 

--

“Why am I not surprised to see you down here?” 

I didn’t still in my movements right away, completing the combo set before raising my hands to brace the swinging bag. 

“Dunno,” I answered in a huff, a little out of breath from my drills, “What’s got you up?”

Christopher shrugged a little, setting his communicator and water bottle down on the bench, beside my things. 

“One of those nights.” 

I nodded a bit, sympathetic. I couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping his mind busy: our mission from that day, perhaps? But then, I hadn’t presumed to know what was on his mind for a long time. “Care to join me?” My brows raised in slight surprise at his offer; I watched as he took a couple of steps back toward the sparring mats. “...I don’t know, Captain,” I said lightly. I saw the slight and disappointed twist to his lips, the pause as he prepared to tell me, ‘some other time perhaps’, and I tacked on, “I’m not sure you could handle it.” 

I had to fight to tamp down a wicked smile as Christopher’s eyes narrowed at me, his head turning just a little bit, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. “Was that a challenge, Commander?” “Just don’t want you straining yourself, sir.” “Straining— that is a very pointed argument from someone that refuses to back it up.” I heaved a hefty sigh, taking a few steps toward him as he took up a fighting stance. “Well, if you insist—” I mirrored his pose. “Oh, insist?” “But you’re free to tap out at any time, Captain.” I felt a thrill run through me as Pike’s lips twisted into a smile; there was a glint in his eye that I hadn’t seen in a long time. “We’ll see who’s tapping out, Commander.”

-- “Where the hell did you learn the…” Pike trailed off, making the poking motion with his fore and middle finger. I laughed as I fought to catch my breath, sliding down the wall beside him. “Durling.” Christopher grunted, taking a swig from his water bottle before offering it to me. I took it with a mumble of thanks, drawing a long pull before passing it back. I was sweaty and sore, but I felt like I hadn’t smiled so much in a long time. Christopher and I had sparred for nearly an hour; it had felt like it used to, for the most part. We had trash-talked a fair amount, teased one another. But we didn’t know one another’s moves as we once had. We’d needed to find a new rhythm, and we’d damn near done it. I sighed softly, closing my eyes. I was tired now. A couple of hours before, I’d been certain that this would be a sleepless, frustrating night, but now? I wasn’t sure I could even lift myself off of the gym floor. “You’ve learned a few tricks,” Christopher muttered. I chuckled. “You’re one to talk. Almost took me out a few times yourself.” I was quiet for a few moments, focusing on my breathing. “...How are you?” I asked, “It’s weird, I feel like I see you all the time, but I never…” “I know what you mean,” Christopher murmured; I felt him turn his head to look at me, “And I’m… I’m alright, you know. It’s been quiet lately— the good kind of quiet.”  I nodded a little, smiling. His knee knocked mine gently. “What about you? How’s the Enterprise been treating you?” 

“It’s been better since you took the kid gloves off.” Christopher turned and ducked his head a little bit, pushing a sigh out through his nose, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. It was stunning to see him anything akin to bashful; even when he and I had been together, I had always been the one to shy away from things. “Listen,” He started quietly. “Chris,” I shook my head, smiling, “Don’t, s’okay. I...I get it. It was frustrating, but I get it.” Christopher glanced at me, his eyes a little soft and guarded. “It’s not… It’s not that I think you're…Incapable, or don't have expertise or skill—”  “I know.” “I wanted you to just settle back in—” “Christopher—” “It’s been different, the situations you have been in are different. The bridge you’ve been working on under Durling, it was—” “Different, I know!”  I couldn’t stop my amusement from seeping into my tone, “I’m not mad. It was just confusing for a bit. But… You’re not treating me like a piece of Andorian crystal anymore. So,” I shrugged a shoulder, smiling when Christopher huffed out a short laugh and closed his eyes, “So, you know, we’re fine.” “Are we?” “Are we what?” “Fine.” I was quiet for a moment, searching his face. “Course,” I murmured, “Why wouldn’t we be?” Chris nodded, “It’s just nice to hear.” My stomach fluttered with his admission. “...It’s nice to say,” I admitted in a mumble, turning to look back at the vacated mats. We were quiet for a few moments before Christopher patted my knee with a sigh of, “C’mon.” I could hardly focus on his standing, too set on the warmth from his touch, and the goosebumps that it had sent skittering up my thigh. I glanced up, taking hold of his hand when he offered it to me. I grunted as I reached my feet, huffing softly. “Thank you,” I sighed, turning to reach for my things, and trying not to reflect on the fact that neither Chris nor I let go of each other’s hands right away. The walk to the turbolift was pretty quiet; I tried not to reflect on the fact that we passed that supply closet; I’d thought about that supply closet a lot while I was away. I sighed, leaning back against the wall of the turbolift and shutting my eyes. I heard Christopher chuckle softly. “You look like you’re asleep on your feet.” “Feel it. You wore me out, Pike,” I admitted. “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.” “I can take it. I can take it and like...Sleepwalk back to my room.” I opened my eyes as I felt the turbolift slow, the doors opening on my floor. “Night, Chris,” I sighed as I stepped off of the lift. “Night, sweetheart.” It was murmured behind me. I turned to look at him, brows raised in slight surprise, and he was offering me this gentle look from under his lashes as he leaned back against the wall of the lift. I grinned at him, and his smile widened as the lift doors slid shut. Those words would ring sweetly through my ears for the rest of the night; that smile on his face, that glint in his eye from the gym. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. I woke up aching from the night’s workout, but I’d slept well. Chris was already on the Bridge when I reported for duty. I gave him a nod as I settled into my station, unable to help the small smile on my face. “Captain.” “Commander.” Tag list: @angels-pie ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta  ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo ; @how-am-i-serpose-to-know ; @onlyhereforthefandomandgiggles​ ; @inmyowncorner​  ; @tardis-23​  ; @paintballkid711​ ; @katrynec ; @hypnobananaangelfish ; @elen-aranel​ ; @blueeyesatnight​ ; @hotchswifey​

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Hey hey hey! It’s been a while hasn’t it?

So I had this random thought..... what would to RFAs reaction be to an MC with a family or sibling or best friend who is wondering where the frick she went because that girl dropped off the map lmaooo.... yah know?

Bahahaha I hope u are doing well! Congrats on you follower milestone!! 😊😊😊

Hellou! And thanks! Also yes this makes a lot of sense lol, MC really went bai bitch ✌️ and disappeared

RFA reaction to a friend/family of MC’s wondering where they are:

Zen:

Honestly be prepared for the nag of your life

Zen agrees with your best friend, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING MAAM

YOU ARENT ALLOWED OUTSIDE ANYMORE

Pftt but really, he and your best friend were actually super worried, they only care about you! And they want to make sure this doesn’t happen again

He thinks your friend has every right to be worried!

Honestly in a nutshell Zen will actually never ever let you out of his sight

Ever

Again

Yoosung:

One day you were both buying some stuff, getting groceries and such

When suddenly a person Yoosung had never seen before came up to you and gave you a hug

They were sobbing and you had a look of guilt and “help me”

Yoosung then found out they were your sibling

He also heard that um- YOU LITERALLY DROPPED OFF THE GRID HADNT BEEN IN CONTACT WITH YOUR FAMILY FOR WEEKS

Ya boi is also in your siblings side because what in the diddly darn fuck MC wHy

He invites your sibling to lunch and then thankfully all of you work it out

But Yoosung honestly tells you that if you ever do that to him he will find you and -well he can’t kill you bc he loves you too much so he’ll just throw a tempest tantrum- (that is completely justified)

Jaehee:

While you were both working at the bakery your best friend suddenly pulled up and started nagging at you

Jaehee was at first really confused because she thought it was a person that suddenly got mad with the order or something

But then they explained that they were your friend, and that they were pretty worried bc all of a sudden you just disappeared from the earth’s atmosphere

Jaehee then gave you a mom glance meaning “we will talk about this later but you’re so grounded” and explained about the whole RFA situation (kinda, she did skip the whole uh, led by a stranger into an apartment part- well actually she just lied and said you had changed phones and just lost the way to contact them, and that you couldn’t visit because you were too busy with this new job of yours)

Good job Jaehee! We love you so much

But yeah you’re also going to get nagged by her because she thinks it’s really bad that you suddenly did that to your friends, and she makes you call EVERYONE in your contacts one by one to tell them you’re alright

Jumin:

He found you in the penthouse with this woman sobbing in the couch

It turned out the lady was your mother

And then he found out that you had suddenly started ghosting your whole family for a while and he was like: 0👄0 why tho?

He personally goes and apologizes to each and everyone of your closed ones, and like Jaehee gives them an explanation of what happened (sorts pft he’s not telling them the whole hacker and bomb threat thing eHeM)

Then he also nags you bc MC why the fuck would you do that that’s just mean >:[

He makes you promise to never do it again

Saeyoung:

You two suddenly found your sibling sort of crying/screaming at you for suddenly disappearing

And Saeyoung was also on their side like- he backed them up fully

Also once they were gone he quickly went to the store and when he came back he had one of those kiddy leashes that are used for toddlers

I’m not kidding he actually wants you to wear it

He also makes you watch those educational videos of not talking to strangers and such, he starts doing scenarios with Vanderwood and everything to make sure you don’t do it again lol

Also he will now keep a closer eye to what you do, he’s not going to fully on doy with you but you do have to send him a message everytime you leave the house and whenever you come home, he just wants to make sure nothing happens tho :D

[babyboy-cody]

‘ ‘ chapter | 01 ’ ’

complex desires. ( prologue ) ( masterlist )

SUMMARY: It’s the first week of classes after winter break, but you’re not exactly used to seeing new faces - teachers and students in between.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mentions of mental disorders, anxious thoughts, anxiety attack

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

NOTES: i’m currently writing this chapter while drinking a big ass mug of hot cocoa. also, hunter’s pronouns are they/them! this series is one i’m most excited for. hope you kiddies enjoy <3

It was still early when the clouds gave off their rain to the grass and trees, when the road became alive with more splashes than your eyes could appreciate. Yet together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. You felt each splash that touched your skin, watching as your cardigan become a deeper, more rocky hue. It was as if earlier the street had been a matte photograph, only to be washed as glossy as any magazine page.

Each raindrop is a kaleidoscope, if people could only see more closely. You wonder as you walk how it would be to stop time, to suspend this watery gift and peek through each one. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those raindrops and take that gravity propelled ride to the earth, as you imagine it you feel your inner self laughing – a little at the crazy daydream and a little at your own silliness. You see the rain beads upon the cars, upon each leaf and washing your outstretched fingers. Soon they will pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun. Perhaps it isn't normal to love a rainy day so much, but who cares about normal anyway? You’re pretty sure "normal" is a made up thing.

Upon the umbrella come the playful sounds of dancing drops, and from it's rim comes the sight of their more relaxed cousins, dripping as if their soul purpose was to bring a sense of ease and calm to the day. And as the rain became more intense, it began to soak the bottom of each dark blue jean leg, deepening the denim to a stronger hue, bringing your brown boots to a glossy water-shine, becoming a kind of natural cocoon.

Each raindrop is a doorway into nature's heart, an invitation of sorts, a request for your soul to rejoin creation. In the rain there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Walking among those drops is your meditation, a way to fully become present in the moment, a way to feel free.

There was a vibration coming to life in the back pocket of your jeans, cutting you out of your peaceful daydream in the rain. You stepped to the side to allow a cyclist to pass by and gave him a brief smile when he nodded his head in thanks. When you pulled out your phone to read the contact, you instantly smiled when seeing Mickey’s name on the screen.

“Okay, first off, hello. Second off, where the hell are you? Me and Hunter – okaayy – Hunter and I have been in the cafeteria since 7:15 in the goddamn morning,” she immediately went off as soon as you put the phone to your ear. “Also, did you take your meds today? My alarm went off as a reminder.”

“First off, hi back, Mick. Second off, it’s been 15 minutes and I’m five minutes away from the school. It’s fine if we don’t have breakfast today just once,” you laughed as you heard her scoff. “And thirdly, yes mom, I did take my meds. I actually have to get another refill for my BPD meds. Thank you for asking.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, you better hurry. We have the last of your favorite yogurt and Hunter’s close to eating the damn thing,” you heard Mickey laugh as she shushes her significant other. “Also, be careful coming around the usual entrance. The school is doing some bogus construction to add a statue of the principal.”

“You’re shitting me!” You exclaimed, earning a dirty glare from a tiny senior citizen as she slowly walks passed you with her small cane. “What the hell did this prick do to earn that? Also, can you grab me a fruit cup too? I’ve been craving kiwi’s for some odd reason.”

“Well, he’s wicked rich and can basically do anything in this school and get away with it, literally. And there’s no fruit cups today, but there’s a bag of sliced apples and tangerine slices,” Mickey told you as she huffed, which you assume is her getting out of her seat to go back to the assortment of breakfast foods. “Ooh, there’s bagels too. I think they just added these.”

“Jesus Christ, this statue is stupid as hell,” you groaned and stood in front of the half built statue, your principal’s name on a gold plated plaque attached to the marble. “This guy really needs an ego boost, huh? And just tangerine slices then. I’m heading inside.”

“Alright, see you soon, baby doll.” She annoyingly kisses into the phone as you snorted and rolled your eyes at her antics.

Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you stood outside the entrance doors and shook the leftover raindrops from your yellow umbrella before closing it. You inhaled the fresh rain water for one last time before grasping onto the freezing cold and disgustingly wet doorknob and pulling it open to head inside. There was a small litter of students here and there; some reading new announcements on the bulletin board in the main hall; some sitting in the lounging chairs with laptops or textbooks open on their laps; some sitting on the ground with a half empty bottle of water beside their laps and phones in their hands, headphones in their ears. You terribly, annoyingly, and oddly missed this. You missed the bustle of students laughing and running down the halls. You missed it all, even if it has been two weeks.

You hear loud chatter coming from just ahead, so you know you’re about to enter the cafeteria area. Just as you’re about to do so, you stop in your tracks in front of a bulletin board. There were a few posters for new clubs, as well as study groups, upcoming announcements, room changes, and more. But one that really struck out to you was a new story writing group, specifically for writers or English majors. You felt a burst of excitement spread throughout your chest and settle into the pit of your stomach. You made sure to take a quick photo of the sheet beforr moving on into the cafeteria.

Almost immediately, you spotted Hunters straight platinum blonde hair and fiery streaks on one side while the other was icy blue. Sitting in front of them was Mickey, her hair curly and unruly, making you wonder if she rolled out of bed, threw some clothes on, and called it a day. You felt your cheek mucles twitch as your lips pulled up into a bright smile. Hunter was the first to notice you. They looked up at you passed Mickey’s shoulder and smiled so brightly that it made you reciprocate. They adorned bright orange eyeshadow with white eyeliner, making their eyes pop out even more. You loved how they didn’t cake on makeup, they kept it simple, yet so drop dead gorgeous.

“There she is, the man of the hour,” they announced and got up from their seat to pull you in for a warm, tight hug. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry for not messaging you the entire break. We didn’t have any service whatsoever.” There was a crestfallen look on Hunter’s face and you held their cheeks so they wouldn’t look away.

“Look at me, don’t stress about it, okay? Did you at least have fun?” They nodded with a pout. You grinned and gave their forehead a kiss before pulling them in for another hug.

“Okay, first you’re late. And now you’re stealing my person. I see how it is,” Mickey smirked as you gave her the bird behind Hunter’s back as you both pulled away from the hug. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Michelle,” you responded in the same tone as you sat in an empty chair around the table. “Give me my tangerine, please.” She passed you the small cup of tangerine slices with a grin when you began eating them.

“You been eating three times a day?” She asked you, looking at you through her mane of curls rather than pushing her hair away. You shrugged and kept your eyes on the half empty cup in your hands. “Y/N..”

“I’m doing it little by little, Mick. And I’m starting to drink water too,” you blushed and laughed softly when her and Hunter began praising you. Praise was something you weren’t used to, but hearing it every now and then really gave you butterflies. “It’s nothing..”

“Are you kidding me?” Hunter laughed and reached over to lay a hand over yours. “This is amazing. This is progress and we’re both so very proud of you.”

“You’ve come a long way,” Mickey lightly bumped your shoulder with her knuckles as Hunter pulled away. “You should do a meal plan like I did when I had to get my weight back up, so that way you don’t forget to eat three times a day.”

“I don’t know.. I don’t exactly have the funds to buy a lot of groceries. I had to use over $100 of my food stamps cause almost everything in my kitchen was old,” you huffed and popped another tangerine slice into your mouth. “Plus, I’ve been busy with finding a job and paying for my therapy appointments and doing school work, and it’s all so fucking overwhelming.”

The first bell rang, signaling students to begin their walk to class with only a few more minutes to spare. You grabbed your shoulder bag and stood beside Mickey while she held onto Hunter’s hand. The three of you passed by a swarm of students; freshman’s and sophomores running by to get to the lecture halls early; juniors having their books and laptops already out and pressed to their chests; seniors loitering in the halls with their friends. Thankfully, you, Hunter, and Mickey had your first English class together.

“How about this?” Mickey began. “Hunter and I will help pay for your groceries.” She hushed you as you began to lightly protest. “Listen, you already got a lot on your plate. I’d be a really shitty best friend if I allowed you to deal with all that. So every week, we’re gonna swing by your place to drop off some stuff, okay? I’ll create a meal plan for you with your favorites, so that way we’re taking that worry for money off your back.”

“Mick, you don’t have to do that for me. Like I said, I’ll find a way,” you mumbled and shrugged as you walked up the long staircase to head up to the lecture halls. “I couldn’t do that to you guys.”

“Y/N,” Hunter stopped you three in the middle of the hallway. “We care about you and we don’t want you going down that negative route alone. We both have jobs and enough money to cover Mickey and I, and it’ll seriously make me the happiest if you let us do this, please.”

“Two more minutes until class begins,” the voiceover on the speaker spoke.

“Fine,” you sighed, feeling a smile pull your lips as you all continued walking to the English room. “I love you both. And I’m very grateful for you to do this for me.”

“We know,” Mickey told you as she kissed your cheek obnoxiously, causing you to groan and Hunter to laugh. “But in all seriousness, don’t be a stranger to asking, okay?”

You nodded and gave her a reassuring smile as you made your up the steps to your seats in the bottom middle row. Mickey sat in between you and Hunter as more students filled the class. There was light chatter and soft clatter as seats were pulled down and the folding desks were pulled up. You set your bag between your feet, being cautious of not getting it dirty from your boots. Pulling out your spiral notebook that had four sections, you neatly wrote the course name, your name, and the date. Nervously clicking your pen, you tried to block out the noise that had started to get a little too loud. Nibbling on your bottom lip to distract yourself, your feet began tapping on its own while you tapped your pen on your book. Mickey and Hunter were having a conversation of their own, so they didn’t notice the early signs of a small anxiety attack.

An invisible hand clasps over your mouth; an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierces your heart, unloading in an instant. You feel your ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate your lungs. Your head is a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing your mind into blackness. You want to run; you need to freeze. Sounds that were near feel far away, like you’re no longer in the body that sits paralyzed in the cold seat. Your breath comes out in rapid, shallow breaths as you shake your head at yourself.

“No, no, no,” you harshly whisper as your bobbing knee gets almost frantic.

You felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in your abdomen. Tension grew your her face and limbs, your mind replaying the last attack. You held onto the sides of your head, your elbows digging into the hardness of your desk. Your only movement was the trembling of your limbs and salty tears darkening your sleeves. There you stayed, unaware of the numerous eyes watching you until Mickey turned and noticed your frantic state.

“Shit,” she hissed and slung her arm across your desk as the other wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m here, Y/N. It’s okay.. sshhh.. I’m right here.” She noticed a few students staring, to which she narrowed her eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you looking at, dipshits?!” They immediately looked away after being caught. She turned her attention back on you. “What’s going on, huh?” Her voice was soft and soothing as she smoothed her hand down your hair.

“It-It’s so.. loud,” you hiccuped and covered your face even more when a sob escaped your lips, spit flying onto your hands as you felt your neck, cheeks, and ears heat up out of embarrassment and shame. “I can’t stop it, Mick. I-I can’t!”

Hunter sat on the other side of you, reaching down to get your back, shuffling their hand inside to pull out your earplugs and inhaler. They handed the earplugs fo Mickey while pressing the opening of the inhaler to your lips. “Come on, babe,” they quietly told you and tucked a few strands of hair behind your ears, lightly blowing on your flushed skin to cool it down. “There we go,” they gently said when you took two deep puffs of your inhaler while Mickey made sure your earplugs were snug inside your ears. You felt your lungs open up as the cold, bitter medicine settled on your tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper and shook your head, wiping away the last of your tears. You sniffled and looked at Mickey and Hunter. “I-I don’t know what happened.. it just... happened.”

“It’s always unexplained, but don’t be sorry for something you can’t control, okay?” Mickey told you firmly while making sure you were looking into her eyes. “This doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

Hunter smiled and sat your bag back between your feet before moving to their seat next to Mickey. All the students had settled down, their conversations now a quiet murmur. You felt relieved as you pulled your earplugs out and slid them inside your protective case, making sure the lid was closed tight before shoving it into your bag. Mickey kept an eye on you the entire time, making sure no one triggered you. She sat with an elbow resting on the back her chair with her legs lightly spread.

“You’re man-spreading,” you quietly told her, laughing quietly when she flipped you off.

Suddenly, the metal doors opened and a man hurriedly walks in with an expensive looking leather messenger back over his shoulder. Your lips parted and you sat up straight in your seat when he gave the class a guilty smile. You’ve never seen him in the school. Not even before break. He must’ve been in a different department and just got transferred to the English center. He deeply intrigued you. You noticed the other girls in the class twirling their hair in a cliché way with the tips of their pens between their teeth. He wore all black, and it was so very different compared to what other professors wore. There was no sweater vest or button up shirt. He just wore a comfortable and soft looking black sweater with black jeans and black boots. His dirty blonde - almost brunette - hair was perfectly styled. He looked devastatingly handsome.

“Hello, my name is Professor Shepherd and I’m going to be your English teacher for the rest of the semester. Professor Winifred recently had her baby during winter break and shall be back for the next semester,” he gave another knee-weakening grin as he clapped his hands together. “Shall we get started?”

[wannawritefast]

Whiplash: Chapter 1- Playing Defense

A/N: Hey, y’all. I know the prologue didn’t get a whole lot of attention but I’ve written a substantial amount for this and I am VERY proud of how much I’ve written and what I’ve written. Also, huge shoutout to @andtheswordwentsnickersnack​ for beta reading this beast of a fic that I’ve been working on for WAYYYY too long LMAO...

Pairing: BoRhap!Brian May x fem!Reader

Prologue

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, awful men, sexism

You loved your family. Really, you did.

But there were times, and many times they were, that you would have been more comfortable ripping your own hair out strand-by-strand than having to sit through another session of verbal abuse.

You weren’t entirely certain what you had done, if anything, to deserve such discrimination from your grandfather, father, and brother amongst a few cousins and uncles. It was like 3 generations of men in your family had decided to use you as a verbal punching bag.

You still vividly remembered the time you had told them that you didn’t particularly appreciate how they talked to you. They laughed right in your face and told you to grow a thicker skin. That Y/l/n’s were a tougher breed than most and that if you couldn’t handle it then maybe you weren’t of their blood.

October break wasn’t any different. Your family had met up for your annual dinner together aside from Christmas.

“And what about you? When are you going to settle down, Y/n?” your grandfather quipped after shoveling a spoonful of mashed potatoes. “I want some great-grandbabies!”

Before you could even open your mouth in response your brother, James, chimed in. “I wouldn’t count on anyone banging her anytime soon.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “would you look at who’s talking?” James grumbled to himself and threw a pea at you which you successfully evaded. You turned your head to address your grandfather. “And I’m not your only grandchild. You have a grandson too, you know.”

You nodded toward your brother and your grandfather hardly even blinked at the last sentence. He either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. Proof that he used any and every opportunity to undermine you. Your grandfather scoffed and mumbled to himself gruffly.

You practically heard your father’s eye roll. “Your career is only so fulfilling.”

“Dad, I’m an astrophysicist and a damn good one, I’d like to think. If my career wasn’t fulfilling enough, I’d be seriously questioning all of the time and money I spent at university writing my thesis and graduating top 5 in my year.” You took a bite out of your roll. Why did you have to defend yourself every time you came home? It was exhausting!

“I’m just saying that you aren’t fully happy until you’ve settled down.”You rolled your eyes at your father. You didn’t have the time to focus on your love life. You barely had time to do your studies as it was. Furthermore, no man you had met seemed to like you after finding out you were an astrophysicist. Nobody seemed to click with you well.

“Why do I need more than my career to be fulfilled in life?” You asked seriously.The whole table laughed at your question. Even the kiddie table laughed but it was just hive mind reflex. You certainly did want to get married and have a family someday but you were making a point to your father. Who was he to dictate what made you happy?

“Please, Y/n,” James piped up again, “that’s what lonely people say to feel better about themselves.”

Ouch. That one stung more than you should have let it. You took a drink to keep yourself from letting a tear roll.

“Who ever said that she’s single?” Your sister spoke suddenly. You coughed and sputtered on your drink. Your neck turned to Donna so swiftly that you probably could have snapped it.

“Are you implying that my eldest daughter is dating a boy,” your mother raised her brows at you conspiratorially, “and didn’t tell me? Is it that smart, goofy boy you fancied at university for the longest time?” She couldn’t seem to keep a grin from spreading across her face.You flushed red at her question. Nobody needed to know that. Except now they did because you were, apparently, no longer single. Everybody at the table locked their eyes on you, muttering to each other. You looked at your sister in panic.

“Go on,” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat before bringing her cup to her lips. “Tell them about your boyfriend.”

Gee thanks… She had just started digging you into a hole.“Wait just a second! Let’s rewind a moment.” James questioned incredulously. “My sister, the stick in the mud astrophysicist, has a boyfriend? Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“It’s not relevant who I may or-” you looked at your sister pointedly; she fiddled with her fork “-may not be dating.” The fact that James wasn’t buying it was making you quite nervous. You were more offended though than anything. “Is it really so hard to believe that I’d be dating someone?”

“Yes!”

“Believe it, James” Donna insisted, pointing her fork at him. Put down your damn shovel!

“Have you banged him?” Your brother asked in the silence.

You picked up your drink and splashed him in the face. Your mother softly scolded you for your actions but you were completely unapologetic for what James more than deserved. How you shared the same DNA with such a tool was beyond you… 

“That is hardly your business,” you snipped. You turned and stared down Donna. You were going to have to tell them the truth…

“Ok, that’s quite enough,” your mother stopped everything. Oh, thank the Lord. “We’re here to talk about your sister not her boyfriend.” Thank you, mother. “She’ll just have to bring him over for Christmas!”

You stood up from your chair and it scraped along the floor. What had you done…“That’s ridiculous! What if he wants us to spend time with his family for Christmas?” Why were you even going along with this? Why were you defending your hypothetical boyfriend?

“Then you can split the time between the two!”

“What if he doesn’t want to meet you guys yet?” You suggested. This hole is getting awfully big, Y/n. “Meeting parents is a big deal!” The statement came out as more of a question than a defense. You were honestly hoping for one, just one, objection to stick. “I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Who wouldn’t want to meet us?” Your mother asked. You resisted the urge to answer the question.

“Well, what if we’re not even together anymore by that time?”

“Wow, you really can’t hold onto a man for that long, Y/n? It seems to me like you would have been making this whole thing up if you are ‘broken up’ by then.” James finished wiping his face with a napkin after his encounter with your drink. You locked eyes with him. He was onto you.

“I’m not making this up,” you lied. Apparently you hadn’t put down your shovel yet either.“Then bring him home for Christmas,” James challenged. “Otherwise we’ll know it's a lie.”

Your family was on the edge of their seats and, for the time being, the logistics of the challenge didn’t matter. You were fed up with your brother constantly tearing you down. You were tired of your father not being pleased with anything you did. And you were exhausted by your grandfather’s insistence that you were nothing more than a source for great-grandkids. You got no respect at work and you certainly didn’t get any damn respect at home.

And so you did it. You extended your arm toward your stupid brother’s stupid hand and grasped it firmly with a shake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, brother dearest.”

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Eventually the extended family left and you went to your sister’s bedroom since you were sharing the room and the bed for break.

“Why in the bloody hell would you do something like that?!” You lowered your voice so that your family, more specifically James, wouldn’t hear you. Your sister sat on the bed cross-legged, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

“I’m sorry!” Donna yelled. You shushed her as you brushed your hair. “I couldn’t just watch. James crossed a line with that comment. I just wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his dumb face.”

“Watch your language, why don’t you?” You teased. She rolled her eyes at you. “But I was fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be!” You hissed at Donna to be quiet again. “It was nice for them to shut up for a few moments and see you as a normal human being.”

Your heart was warm but you were in a state of complete panic. “That’s such a sweet sentiment in such a terrible circumstance!” You dug your fingers into your temples and threw yourself onto the bed. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just go up to a guy and say ‘I need you to be my fake boyfriend because my sister dug me into a bloody hole’! You know I can barely get guys to talk to me on a casual basis!” Your voice dropped in volume, no louder than a whisper. “What makes you think that I can get one to play my boyfriend?” You let out a frustrated sigh.

“I honestly did not foresee the consequences of my actions and I am very sorry.”

“Do you think?” You growled to yourself. “Bloody hell… what am I going to do?”

Your sister scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, you have time… It is only October…”

“But I’m going to have to find someone eventually… if I find one.” You gnawed on a fingernail.

“You’ll be fine!” Donna breathed. She curled herself into the blankets next to you. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Yeah…,” you inhaled deeply, “and I’ve got time…”

[ryuichirou]

you guys have the BEST attitude, rock on! it's so refreshing to see people like y'all living your best lives and having a great time with your art and headcanons when so much of fandom these days has been overrun by annoying anti crap. 💕 y'all give me hope that fandom can be a fun place again if we just ignore these kiddies.

Ahhh thank you so much Anon! It means a lot to hear that we can give you hope for the better fandom experience (although we do not consider ourselves to be a part of the fandom). I’m very happy to hear that, and I really hope that there will be more people who just mind their own business, enjoy what they enjoy and don’t bother others. Imagine how fun and peaceful things can be if we throw away all the anti crap…

Sadly, things have been very tiring and kind of difficult for us lately. We ignore a lot of stuff, but when it keeps happening constantly, it gets to you, even if you know all those things don’t really matter. And it really sucks the fun out of everything we do just because after dealing with all that we don’t have any energy left. Instead of being excited about posting new art or waking up in the morning to see things we received during the night, we feel exhausted, it’s always “What shit did we get this time?” nowadays. The thought of other fandoms not having this problem is also upsetting.

But still, I’m so happy and grateful that we’re able to enjoy our own ideas and headcanons with you guys appreciating the fact that we share them with you. It’s very cool, and it feels great to be supported and understood. We’re really grateful and don’t want all the good things to be ruined by bad occasions because we DO get support and it’s not fair to people showing it. Still, it’s hard to get other things out of the head.

Thank you for your ask, Anon <3 I hope you’re having a good day

[littlejeanniebean]

what would happen if jily worked at a theme park? 🤔

Thank you so much for this ask! Hope you like it! xx

JILY THEME PARK AU HEADCANONS

Lily’s parents used to take her when she was little and after they passed on, she didn’t find joy in anything anymore

not her job as a high school chemistry teacher

not her volunteer work at the local garden club

not her old friends

(ok, one friend, who seemed more interested in starting a relationship with her than actually helping her work through her grief)

She started working at the theme park for the memories and because it meant she would have to move to the next town — away from Petunia.

The theme park is called Hogwarts and it’s a medieval castle with:

a “potions” dungeon (Lily discovers her old chem prof works here now that he’s supposed to have retired)

“Ms. Evans! What a pleasant surprise! Jolly good to see you! How’s the family? ... Oh, terrible business, terrible! My deepest condolences, dear girl...”

a flying broomsticks ride (James works here)

“Alright, Evans? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Just...” She blinks rapidly to stem the flow of her tears. “Just remembering... Used to come here all the time with my parents.”

“I used to come here with my parents too, may they rest in peace.” James had been told to stop bringing up his recently lost parents in first conversations with people, but he didn’t see the point. He wasn’t ashamed of them, he loved them, and he wanted to talk about them as often as he could.

“I — I’m so sorry.” It takes Lily a bit more time to open up about her own loss to him...

dragon rides (Hagrid works here)

boat rides over the Black Lake ft. giant mechatronic squid (Sirius and Peter work here)

“I’m Captain Blackbeard and I demand that you surrender yer ship to me and me mates!”

“Argh!!” the kiddies in his boat scream at varying pitches. 

“Just because your last name is Black doesn’t mean you have to pretend to be a pirate every time we —”

“Get ‘im, me hearties! Show no mercy!”

The kiddies duke it out while Peter looks on in horror and genuinely wonders if they’re gonna be fired for this

(they aren’t, they never are, one of the perks of being bffs with the boss)

The gift shop is called Hogsmeade and it’s practically a whole village on its own:

Honeydukes (Remus works here for the free candy)

“I also play the werewolf in our Halloween special. Welcome to the family, Evans.”

Three Broomsticks (everyone has a crush on Rosmerta, but she doesn’t give a damn and only cares about perfecting her custom brews)

Madam Puddifoot’s Teashop (Mary MacDonald works here and hates it)

“It’s a bloody insult to romance is what! I’ve read trashy novels with more class than that place!”

“You can join me over in brooms —”

“Nooo thank you, Marls, the only thing worse than dealing with lovesick idiots is dealing with a pack of unruly children. I would know, I was one once.”

“A lovesick idiot or an unruly child?”

Mary just glowers at her. 

On her breaks, Lily goes on all the rides, but her favorite is the broomstick ride. 

it has nothing to do with the fit attendant

it has nothing to do with the fit attendant

it has nothing to do with the fit attendant

James gets promoted to manning the new Quidditch game booth (it’s like bumper cars but with balls)

James gives the best Quidditch commentary for the kiddies

Lily falls a little more in love

A couple who met at the theme park (the soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley) book the castle for their wedding

James looks good in a tux

Lily falls even more in love

The mysteriously never-seen, eccentric, but very wealthy theme park owner, wants to add ghosts and other special effects to the main castle

The Marauders offer their services and chaos ensues

James gets to spend a lot more time around Lily, who works in the “potions” dungeons

stuck in a broom cupboard™️

Epilogue

Lily decides to go back to school for her PhD at Slughorn and James’ encouragement but continues to work at the theme park part-time

James is the mysteriously never-seen, eccentric, but very wealthy theme park owner (inherited the business from his late parents)

excuse me while i blatantly copy the plot twist from Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

I honestly don’t know if/when I’m ever going to get around to writing this, but @solstilla​​ has this lovely Jily/Marauders Disney World AU, Cast Connection!

[gumnut-logic]

Chuckles (Part Two)

Part 1 - 2035 | Part Two - 2036

This is the next chapter of my @tagsecretsanta​ fic for @angelofbenignmalevolence​ There is more to come....lots more (though most of it isn’t written yet). Many thanks to @scribbles97​ and @tsarinatorment​ for the reading and support ::hugs::

Warnings: None other than wee!Tracys :D

I hope you enjoy it :D

-o-o-o-

2036

Christmas in the Tracy household was a big family affair. The house itself was a big one. Big enough to house extended family and the bustle and noise that involved.

Scott loved it. Loved everyone being together, the hugs, the jokes, the fact that Uncle Lee always called him ‘Little Jeff’ and told the best stories about planes and rockets. Aunt Val always brought the best Christmas cookies with various aircraft drawn on them with icing. Grandma Taylor had different coloured hair every year and this year was bright blue and included glitter. Grandpa Taylor invented toys for a living so he was always welcome. Though Virgil tended to hoard his attention and Scott wasn’t really sure why because Virgil pulled apart everything Grandpa Taylor gave him anyway.

But the best part of Christmas this year was that Daddy was home.

Daddy spent a lot of time away. Scott understood why, but that didn’t stop him from missing him. Dad had stories much like Uncle Lee and often they starred in each other’s tales, but there was something about his father that Scott just looked up to even more.

It didn’t hurt that Uncle Lee made a point of placing Scott’s father in the spotlight in all his stories.

Dad was an amazing person. A hero.

Dad was also very tall and strong and always had the answers Scott needed. While Mom looked after him and his two little brothers and he loved her very much, Dad was…Dad.

And Scott wanted more than anything to grow up and be just like him.

It certainly didn’t hurt that his father had the same colour hair and everyone said Scott looked a lot like him. Scott bore those comments proudly and made a point of doing his best to emulate what his father might do in any situation.

Scott was going to grow up, join the Air Force and do his father proud.

A clatter in the hallway and Virgil barrelled into the room. Uncle Lee, who had been retelling the Mars landing, stopped mid-word and frowned.

His biggest little brother’s eyes widened as he skidded to a halt and straightened himself up. “Uh, excuse me, Uncle Lee.” A blink, and he looked fit to burst. “Could I please speak to Scott?”

“Sure….squirt.”

That caused Virgil to frown. Scott thought it was funny. Uncle Lee never seemed to be able to remember Virgil’s name.

And besides, Virgil had a thing about being smaller than Scott and didn’t like it being pointed out.

However, Virgil hurried over anyway. “Scotty, can I borrow Chuckles?”

Blink “His name’s not ‘Chuckles’, it’s Chuck.”

“Oh, okay.” Virgil bit his lip. “But can I anyway?”

“Why?”

“Johnny won’t leave me alone.”

“He’ll eat his goggles.”

“Better than him eating my nuts.”

Uncle Lee made an odd sound that dissolved into a cough when Scott and Virgil looked at him.

Scott sighed. “Virgil, it’s Christmas. We’re supposed to share.”

Virgil dragged Scott part way across the room, away from Uncle Lee and lowered his voice.

“I tried, but the kit contains small bits. Mom said Johnny wasn’t allowed to play with small things. She said he was too young.” It was almost hissed under Virgil’s breath. “I don’t want him to get hurt or to get into trouble. Chuckles always distracts him.”

His name wasn’t ‘Chuckles’, it was ‘Chuck’ after Chuck Yeager, the first pilot to break the sound barrier. But Virgil had called the bear ‘Chuckles’ once as a joke, Johnny had picked it up and now it was all about Chuckles. It was annoying.

“Well, give him the nuts and tell him to go eat them somewhere else.”

Virgil stared at him aghast, but then his eyes widened. “Nuts. As in ‘nuts and bolts’, Scott! I’m building the robot Grandpa Taylor brought me. Johnny keeps trying to eat bits of metal.”

Oh.

Uncle Taylor had picked up his tablet, but was now staring at them, a question on his face. “You boys okay?”

Scott nodded. “Yes, Uncle Lee. Virgil just needs some help with his kit. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Blue eyes gauged him, but Scott was more worried about his littlest brother and dragged Virgil out the door.

“Where is Johnny?”

“On the floor outside my room.”

“You didn’t leave the door open, did you?”

“No.”

Scott hurried down the hall. “Why didn’t you call Mom?”

“I tried. Mom is talking to Aunt Val and she sounded sad. I didn’t want to interrupt and I didn’t want Johnny to get into trouble. Chuckles will fix it.”

“His name is not Chuckles!”

Scott rounded the corner and to his horror, Virgil’s door was wide open.

He didn’t bother to acknowledge Virgil’s gasp of horror, but instead barrelled on through the door terrified he would find his little brother choking on the floor.

But Virgil’s desk was empty except for the scattered pieces of his project. A quick glance around the room and Scott quickly found Johnny.

He was no more than a tuft of red hair wrapped around Scott’s pilot bear, half buried in Virgil’s bed covers.

Two wide eyes popped up over the top of those goggles. “Scotty!”

Scott hurried over to the bed. “Johnny, are you okay?”

“Chuckles!” Johnny held up the bear and grinned.

Scott sighed and sat down on the bed next to his littlest brother. His heart was beating fast - he had been so scared.

Virgil stood in the centre of his room staring at Johnny, his lip trembling. It was obvious he realised what could have happened when he left to get help.

Tears welled in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Scotty. I thought he couldn’t get in. I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

“Virg, he’s okay.” The fright in Virgil’s eyes had the eldest hurrying off the bed from one brother to another. “C’mon, Johnny’s fine. He went and got Chuckles, didn’t you, Johnny?”

The three-year-old’s eyes peered up at Virgil registering his distress and soaking it in like a sponge. His grin vanished and his brow crumpled. “Virgil?” Johnny clambered out of the bed and scampered over to his next eldest brother. “Chuckles? Chuckles make it better?” He offered Virgil the bear.

Virgil stared at Chuckles for a moment before reaching out and taking the fluffy toy. He poked at it gently before hugging it to his chest.

John threw himself at his brother with a huge hug almost knocking Virgil over. Scott reached out and steadied him before adding his own arm to the mix and hugging both his brothers at once. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

Scott had to scrub snot off Chuckles’ ear later that night.

-o-o-o-

Christmas Eve was family relaxing time before the busy of the next day. Mom, who had been in the kitchen with Onaha since just after breakfast, called a halt to everything at six in the evening and they sat down for a light buffet of a meal. Every family member donated time or a dish which was mostly warm finger foods like pie and things on sticks.

Scott always looked forward to dessert on Christmas Eve because there were all sorts of interesting things to be had. Aunt Val’s Christmas cookies was one of them.

He stood staring at the different planes so artistically drawn on each of them. They were good enough to be recognisable and none of that generic kiddy stuff kids’ books tried to throw at him. Some were historical, some more modern.

“Trying to decide which plane to eat this year, honey?” Grandma Tracy crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Her long blonde hair flopped over his shoulder as she leant in to kiss him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Scotty.”

“Merry Christmas, Grandma.” But he was still frowning at the cookies. “I can’t see Dad’s plane.”

“Your dad has flown several of those.”

“Yeah, but I want the Sparrowhawk Anderson ZX3.”

Grandma snorted. “Then you’ll have to chase up your father. I saw him nab it earlier.”

Scott turned to his grandmother. “Really?”

“Really.” And it was his father’s deep, smiling voice as Scott was suddenly scooped up in strong laughing arms. “C’mon, ‘Little Jeff’, I’ve saved you your favourite cookie.”

Scott giggled and squirmed, but ultimately clung to his dad, resting his head on his shoulder for just a moment as he was carried across the room to his father’s chair and plomped down on his lap as the man sat down. The longed-for cookie was produced and Scott grabbed it. “Thanks, Dad.”

A big hand on his back, another on his knee, Scott was held close.

“So, what have you and your brothers been up to this week?”

Scott stared at the cookie with the grey, blue and red jet iced on top. “Virgil, did a good drawing of a plane. He didn’t get the tail quite right, but I helped him with that. Johnny learnt some new words.” He couldn’t hold back any longer and bit into the cookie.

It was the best.

Dad snorted. “I heard. I suspected it was you who taught Johnny to say ‘extra-orbital’.”

Scott grinned, his mouth full of biscuit crumbs.

“Swallow before you talk, son.” But his father was smirking.

Scott downed the remains of the cookie, caught between enjoying it and the opportunity to sit and talk with his dad. “He knows all the planets, too.”

“Really?” His father frowned. “He’s only three years old, Scotty.”

Scott sat a bit straighter. I taught him all the names and showed him Mars where you and Uncle Lee went.”

The smile that appeared on his dad’s face only encouraged him. “Virgil drew him pictures of each of them and we stuck them on the wall in his room.”

“That was very kind of the two of you.”

“It made Johnny happy.” Scott didn’t want to mention that Johnny was sometimes sad and always serious. “I want to help him.”

“It sounds like you are doing an excellent job.”

“I’m the eldest.” And Scott knew what Dad was going to say.

“Yes, you are, and that means you have to look after your little brothers. They look up to you and they are your responsibility.”

Scott stared up at those serious grey eyes and for just a second Dad looked like Johnny. “Yes, Dad. I will, I promise.”

His father’s big hand patted his back. “I know you will.”

Scott smiled.

-o-o-o-

End Part Two

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so this is a bit different from how I normally do things but I wasn’t feeling a full fic for this prompt, hope you enjoy regardless <3

Michael Myers x Reader | Sick! Mikey (headcanons, kinda)

● Smith’s Grove was a relatively sterile environment, and growing up there as a child meant that Michael was sheltered from other icky-sticky children and their nasty kiddie germs. Michael has simply never had to deal with being sick—so when he comes down with a whopping 104 degree fever, he’s in for a -bit- of a rough time.

● Sleeping in. What better way to start your day than with a mini heart attack? Because that’s exactly what you get when you sprawl out across your not-so-empty bed and face-plant directly into a thick shoulder. Whoops; looks like Michael’s still here.

● Critical temperatures. Michael isn’t just hot, he’s burning up. His cheeks are blushing rosy pink and his face is damp with sweat. 

● Queue the Confusion. You can almost see it written in his groggy, half-lidded stare after he jolts awake from your sudden skin contact, realizing quickly where he is; still in bed. Still next to you. Still vulnerable.

● Vulnerable, and very wobbly. Michael makes a grab for the edge of your nightstand as he clambers to his feet, swaying like a twig in a storm.

● And yet, still stubborn. Okay. So Michael is sick as a dog. But a little fever isn’t about to stop The Shape from being, well, The Shape. For now it’s business as usual, and Michael is off to do Shape-ish things. Such as...

● Turning his stomach into a time-bomb. You aren’t surprised when you discover Michael in the kitchen digging through your fridge, but that still doesn’t stop you from cringing internally as he pops the top on an orange juice carton and chugs away, studying you lazily in his periphery like a cat up to no good. You aren’t stupid enough to try and stop him.

● En-loudened nose breathing. Michael’s sneakiness becomes greatly handicapped when you discover that you can hear the whistle of his stuffy nose from down the hallway. Thanks to this, you successfully avoid two of his would-be ambushes.

● But then, suspicious silence. After thwarting Michael’s ambush attempts, a dead quiet settles over your house. One hour passes with no sign of Michael. Then two. You cross your fingers and hope he hasn’t keeled over somewhere.

● False alarm, he’s just staring at a wall. Wow. He’s really concentrating hard—he doesn’t even turn his head as you get closer.

● He’s looking a bit pale, though. Okay, a lot pale. Holy shit, he’s as white as a sheet. Oh god, he’s concentrating on not throwing up isn’t he?

● Not hard enough, apparently. Here comes the vomit. All over the wall. And the floor. And himself.

● Ker-thunk. Down he goes. Crumpling like a leaf. Narrowly missing the puke. Michael is really fucking heavy—too heavy to drag all the way back to bed. You erect a sick bay in the hall outside your room instead.

● Off go the vomit coveralls. On go the frozen peas. Thankfully, your difficult patient is not awake to hinder the process.

● 104 degrees?? Is that what your thermometer says? Michael, there’s stubborn, and then there’s just plain stupid.

● Whoops, I think he heard that. Oh yeah; he so did. He’s wide awake now, and glaring daggers at you from his make-shift bed on the floor. Oh darn, he’s getting up again—the bag of peas slides off his forehead and into his lap as he pushes himself to a sit. 

● Please don’t kill me Michael, I was only trying to help. But Michael isn’t interested in you. Not even remotely. The Shape is concerned with only one thing; The Shape will not be vulnerable. The Shape will never stay down. The Shape will always get back up. The Shape—

● The Shape really should not have chugged that orange juice. More vomit. Michael’s head meets the floor again, and this time he’s down for the count. You wipe him clean and pile on the blankets before sinking down at his side to exploit this rare moment of vulnerability; by playing with his hair for awhile.

● A speedy recovery. Michael’s body burns the sickness away in just two days.

● But now he’s given it to you. So have fun with that.