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visionsofvenustarot · 2 days

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Pick A Card Reading: Who Has Their Eye On You? 👀

Hi and welcome to Visions of Venus Tarot! I am very excited to start this blog and get my Tarot content out there. I will be doing both pick a card and collective Tarot readings, multiple times a week, on love and spiritual connections as well as topics such as your spiritual path, healing, manifesting, the Divine Feminine and more. So, stay tuned, love! For today, we will be focusing on love. We are going to check in and see who has their eye on you romantically. It may or may not be who you expect! Tarot readings can come with surprises. But, just know that you have free will and you can choose to be with or not be with whoever you want!

So, choose which of the three images below you feel most drawn to. Then, keep reading to see what your pile has to say. Remember to trust your intuition and don’t force anything to fit. Also, it’s okay to pick more than one. There could be more than one person with their eye on you that you need to hear about. Maybe you’re just so desirable that you have multiple admirers coming through! 😘

PILE 1 //// PILE 2 ////

PILE 3

PILE 1

Three of Cups / King of Swords (reversed) / Justice / The Star

back of the deck: The Hanged Man

Pile 1, your person is VERY in their head over you. Far too much. This is a situation that they are trying to control but that’s not the point. In fact, they need to learn to let go of control. Let go of their negative self-talk, their excessive insecurity and doubt. I get the feeling that this is someone who can be a bit exhausting, to put it honestly. In fact, “a bit” might be an understatement. You could feel very drained by them and this may be someone who you see differently than you used to. Somehow, some sort of truth came out about them that made you not look at them the same. It could have even been from a previous Tarot reading that was very eye-opening. Your person feels like you see them in a different light, even if you haven’t told them so, even if you haven’t talked in a long time. The bond between you two is still very strong on the astral level. You are feeling things about each other a lot.

So, I am getting the impression that this is a third party situation, with this Three of Cups here, especially. They could be in an unfulfilling relationship that they somehow feel “trapped” in. Take it how it resonates but I feel like it will for most of you. This could have been the slap in the face for you, the thing you found out about them that made you disengage from them or not want to be with them. This person has not been honest. There is some drama with this third party because you are definitely a topic of discussion between them, whether you realize it or not. This other person could be very jealous or suspicious of the connection you have with them and your person’s feelings for you. Again, you may not even know this is happening. You are just over here, minding your business and staying hydrated. I also feel like this is being talked about by their mutual friends. They know there’s trouble in paradise. For some of you, this person has gone to a trusted friend about advice over this situation with you and feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place. The third party does not bring them happiness. It’s a facade.

This person has a more masculine energy, regardless of their gender. They likely have Air placements (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) in their chart. They are logical and bright and can be eloquent when comfortable. But, on the other hand, they aren’t great communicators, particularly when it comes to relationships and their feelings. They have probably kept you in the dark about A LOT. They know they need to tell you the truth, as they may not have even shared their real feelings with you. They feel more comfortable playing games and can be highly manipulative but it’s a defense mechanism. Although they want to be better, they are still very toxic right now. And this is why free will matters! The next time you talk, it will probably lead to them asking for another chance. But, you don’t have to give that to them, especially if you no longer trust them or feel like things won’t really change. Use your discernment, babe.

This Star card not only shows the hope they’re holding on to for you two to be together but the way in which they view you. They see you as this magnificent light in their life and you play a very positive influence. They do think you’re a very special and magnetic being. But, they haven’t treated you as such. A part of them acknowledges that yet isn’t fully ready to admit it. Watch out for the possibility of them picking a fight with you. I think they are meant to be a King of Swords upright but they are still in their reversed era. So, they are quick to use their words destructively. (And they may be taking that out on the third party) But, you are aware of this so, again, just protect yourself. Also, a message for some of you is if you do something that puts you in the public eye or gives you a big following, shining brightly and being in your winning season can draw this person in more. But, not necessarily for the right reasons! Keep that in mind. Success is great revenge and it can remind certain people what they missed out on.

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PILE 2

The Hierophant / Four of Pentacles / Knight of Cups / The Sun

back of the deck: The Hanged Man

Pile 2, what is interesting here is that we have The Hanged Man at the back of the deck again. If you were drawn to Pile 1, you might want to check it out. The thing is that this is a very different energy. The person in that pile seemed like they were stuck, mostly in their own bullshit tbh, and needing to change their perspective. But, this is a different person. They are more so patiently waiting and biding their time. I get the sense that this is someone who is tapped IN. They are definitely very spiritual and introspective and they have had some sort of download or epiphany about you.

For a lot of you, this isn’t someone you have met yet. But, they are aware of you. Also, you’re likely aware of them. Either you know of each other from your online profiles/platforms or through a similar social scene/mutual friends. Something like that. It’s interesting! I can’t fully put my finger on it and I think that’s because it’s not established in the physical yet. Now, some of you may know this person but it’s at a distance. It could be in passing or you have just said a few words to each other. But, you both are in each other’s energy field. They have their eye on you because they know something is meant to be here. They received some sort of intuitive message about it. And that could be mirrored as you may get illuminating messages and confirmations about them, too.

This person is coming through with a very masculine energy, whether they are male or female. But, it is definitely Divine Masculine, okay? There is a difference between masculine counterparts and a Divine Masculine. Not to say this person is perfect. But, they are definitely on your frequency spiritually and can bring you a lot of happiness. It feels like they are a joyous person, with this Sun card. They could be a Leo Sun, Moon or Rising. They are noble, generous, protective and will bestow plenty of affection on you. Their nature is pretty high-vibrational. So, if you are looking to stop attracting low-vibe partners and romantic situations, this could be a divine union you are manifesting in. This person can be very romantic and is going to make you feel really loved and safe and appreciated.

If you chose Pile 1, there will be a stark contrast between how you were treated by that individual and how this person will treat you. What is also standing out to me here is that there is some ex or past person who will be feeling or getting very possessive toward you when you and this person come together. Trying to interfere. It’s like they don’t want to let you go! Now, again, it could be the person from Pile 1 or someone else entirely. Regardless, you will need to protect your energy. Do any kind of cord cutting or energy cleansing rituals to release unwanted ties. It seems like you are actually still entangled with them energetically. Whether or not this person from this pile consciously recognizes it, they feel that and are simply hanging out until you are free from that connection on all levels. So, you may want to ask your Guides for help on this.

Like I said, this person is highly intuitive. I am definitely picking up Water energy from them: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces. Their Sun, Moon or Rising could be in any of those signs. But, again, I feel like they are a lot like you because you are also very intuitive and watery. I am getting the message that you two may have connected in a dream recently or you received information about them through one of your dreams. But, only take that if it resonates! Because of this mirroring, in many ways, you are kind of biding your time, too. Just in general, in terms of moving forward in life. You actually may feel kind of stagnant right now. However, you are being spiritually prepared for the next chapter of your life! So, don’t resent your current situation, even if it’s not fun or easy. See the lesson in it and trust in divine timing. Also, know that divine timing is simply about when you are ready and able to align with what is right for you. And this person is included in that!

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PILE 3

The Devil (reversed) / King of Wands (reversed) / The Emperor / Four of Cups

back of the deck: King of Cups

Okay, Pile 3, the funny thing is I originally didn’t want your image to be bigger than the first two. But, I went with it for a reason. If you were called to this pile, Spirit is trying to get your attention. This isn’t going to necessarily be a message about one particular person but where you currently are in your romantic life and how it correlates to your growth. First of all, there isn’t just one person who has their eye on you. Several people have romantic feelings for you. Certain ones are from your past and regretting how they did not appreciate you or commit to you while they could. So, yeah, congratulations on being that awesome!

But, the point of this is not just to say that your milkshake brings all the boys or girls to the yard. In fact, I am sensing that these situations were actually a big disappointment for you. I think you moved through those feelings already and now the ones who lost you are feeling the pain. With The Devil in reverse, there was either a really toxic ex you had to get over (possibly even abusive and if so, I am very sorry and very proud of you for leaving) or just someone who was really emotionally unavailable or keeping you stuck. In the past, you had to deal with many masculine counterparts who were, let’s face it, pretty shitty. Very self-centered or controlling or temperamental or unfaithful. Maybe even a combination of these traits. And the thing is that these counterparts know it now. They see the error of their ways. Or they will start seeing it very soon and that’s when the regret will take hold of them.

You also could have dealt with masculine counterparts (and that isn’t gender-specific, by the way) who were just cowardly and lacked the confidence or the maturity to really step up and commit to you. So, it could be a mixed bag. Either way, you deserved more and you are truly seeing that now, more than ever. These individuals could have Fire placements - Aries, Leo, Sagittarius - especially Aries or planets in Capricorn in their chart. And I am getting a number of two to four people. So, yeah, it’s like things are coming home to roost. If anyone chose someone else over you, they aren’t satisfied in that situation. They definitely settled for something safe and are yearning for what they had or could have had with you.

For many of you, there is also something to learn in terms of how you have repeated issues with a father figure in your love life. What problems with that parent have repeated with love interests? It can be very eye opening to realize that we have been chasing after a parent’s love all along through an unhealthy dynamic with partners. But, I also think these are realizations most of you are already clear on and working on. And you are being congratulated by your Guides for the work you have been doing. Keep it up! You are seeing the importance of focusing on yourself and giving yourself the love you have been looking for. I don’t see many of you wanting to get back with someone from the past. But, if you do, make sure you will be receiving true, consistent appreciation and proper treatment from them. In the meantime, this King of Cups seems to represent you. It’s you tapping into your Divine Masculine side by being that loving, sensitive yet powerful masculine counterpart for yourself you have been searching for.

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milkteabinniechan · 1 day

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*⁠♡Happy Father's Day - Chan

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pairing: single dad! Chan x afab reader

warnings: fingering, lots of mouth sounds, angst (if you squint your eyes)

I’ll tell him about you.

Your friend had an adorable three year old. A loud, sticky, energetic three year old. But adorable nonetheless. You had a pretty regular babysitting gig going. A few people around your neighborhood had talked and heard about your services and now you were basically a seasoned vet when it came to entertaining toddlers.

But your friend was a full time stay-at-home mom now and could watch her own adorable, sticky three year old. And now you needed another spot to fill those last bit of monthly bills. So she said there was a new dad at the preschool that seemed like he was struggling. “Struggling”, she said in air quotes. You agreed and asked her to give this new dad your information. Even though you mostly worked with the mothers, money was money.

A few days passed and eventually your phone rang, an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Uh, yeah. Hi. This is Chan. The.. uh.. Dad from Sunnyvale Preschool? I was told you could help me out with babysitting?”

He sounded nervous, or maybe he was just a shy person. Maybe he hated talking on the phone. But did his voice sound sexy? There was a deep, velvety smoothness to the way he spoke. Even between the stutters and pauses. You lingered for a moment, lost in the thought of that voice of his.

“Are you still there?” His voice pierced through your eardrum.

“Shit. Sorry, yeah. I’m here. And yes, I am available. Do you have time this week to set up a meet and greet?” your voice quickly went into customer service mode, knowing exactly what to say, memorizing the script you had made for yourself months ago.

THe two of you agreed on a time and day and said your goodbyes. You took a deep breath and tried to forget the way the sound of his voice made you feel. And you prayed all night that he didn’t look as good as he sounded.

Soon, you found yourself at the front door of Chan’s house. An expansive four bedroom home with one of those driveways that was nearly at a ninety degree angle. The door itself was large with two thin lines of stained glass running vertically down the front. A wooden WELCOME sign layed lazily against the door. A novelty sign you could buy as a last minute purchase at a hardware store. The front door clicked open and Chan stood in the doorway, child on his hip.

“Come on in,” He said warmly, arm gesturing for you to walk inside, “Did you find the place okay?”

Inside was a long staircase leading up to the bedrooms, a chandelier hanging from the top floor and swinging down gracefully into the foyer where the three of you stood. Past the stairs was a long hallway that led to the living room and an open floor plan kitchen. Windows surrounded the rooms in a sunlit blanket that made the whole house seem as if it was holding its arms out to you, embracing you.

The three of you sat down on the sectional couch in the living room. You sat on one end, while Chan and the small child sat together on the other corner. Chan introduced the small girl as Lilly. She clung to Chan tightly, her small, chubby finger gripping onto his shirt as if it were a lifeline. You smiled at Lilly and introduced yourself to her. You held eye contact with only her and asked her about some of her favorite things. You had learned over the years that children appreciated when you spoke to them like you understood them. Like everything they said was important, because to you it was. Lilly lit up and talked excitedly about some of her favorite books, jumping at the opportunity to show you. She ran to her room and hastily returned with a few small books. One was about animals, another was about a tractor that made a new friend. You exclaimed in amazement at Lilly’s amazing books. She was smart and she was quiet, but you could tell she was very well loved.

Chan watched the two of you talk about books and the different noises that animals make. It had been a long time since he had seen Lilly open up to someone so quickly. It made his heart feel full to burst, seeing the way you interacted with his daughter.

“You’re hired.” Chan said as you started to walk out of the door. His sudden decision startled you, usually it took most parents to call a few days after the meet and greet. You smiled warmly at Chan, giving him a firm handshake. The two of you quickly made a schedule of the days you would be working and before you knew it, you were in the routine with him.

Months went by with the three of you falling into this routine. You knew exactly when Chan would get home, you knew the foods that Lilly liked to eat, with her tastes changing by the week. You knew when to have dinner on the table and when to have Lilly in bed. And there was comfort there. A comfort in Chan coming home, in making a meal for him. You loved Lilly, and you couldn’t ignore this role that you were easing into.

“Happy Father’s Day!”

Chan walked in the door to find you greeting him with balloons and a cake on the dining room table. Lilly ran to Chan and squeezed his leg. You stood by the balloons and cake, waiting for his reaction. But for a moment he just stood there. Then, he picked Lilly up, propping her on his hip and walked towards you, embracing you with his free arm. He pulled you in close and whispered a soft thank you against your neck. As he pulled back from the hug, the two of you lingered there for a moment, caught heavily in the tension building thick between you. Later that evening, you walked back downstairs from putting Lilly to bed. You entered the kitchen to see Chan cleaning off the rest of the plates and silverware, blue frosting speckled on forks and spoons alike.

“I hope the cake wasn’t too much,” You spoke softly, moving towards Chan at the sink, “It was Lilly’s idea, she really wanted a cake.”

Chan chuckled softly at the thought of his daughter begging for a cake, with only blue frosting, blue being her current favorite color.

“It was perfect,” Chan stopped washing dishes and turned towards you, “you’re perfect.” Chan slowly moved his hands from the warm sink water, to your waiting waist. His fingers crept along your stomach and landed flush along your back, pulling you close to his body. You gasped at the sudden movement, but your body reacted reflexively to his touch. He took you by the hips and propped you up on the kitchen counter. He moved in towards your legs, spreading them open, making room for him. He gripped your thigh with his large hand and pulled it up and around his waist. Your eyes burned bright at his brazen actions as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him into a deep, possessive kiss. Chan forcefully glides his tongue into your mouth, letting it graze across your teeth. You let out a soft gasp as you feel his tongue slide inside, sending a shiver up your spine. You open your mouth wider for him, letting your tongues tangle together in a slow, sensual dance. You press against Chan, craving more of his touch, desperate for it.

He lets his hand fall lazily down your chest, then your stomach. He easily unclasps the button of your pants and lets his hand slip inside. The rush of warmth from his hand causes your head to fall back, your back arching at his every movement. A low growl escapes from inside Chan’s chest seeing how responsive you are to his touch. He lets his teeth graze lightly along the skin of your neck while his fingers trace hypnotic circles around the entrance of your cunt. He can feel how wet you already are for him and it causes something feral to happen in his brain. He buries his fingers deeper inside you, the sudden impact and pressure causing you to squirm and squeal pathetically in his strong arms.

A small, faint cry comes from the top of the stairs and suddenly the two of you snap back into parent mode. The sound of Lilly’s tiny voice pushing all other thoughts and feelings aside. The two of you run upstairs to find Lilly in her bed, crying from a nightmare.

Chan melts instantly at the sight of his daughter safely lying in her bed, instantly thinking the worst may have happened. He sits on the bed with her and holds her close. He consoles her and reminds her that dreams cannot hurt her, he reassures her that he is here to protect her. That he will always be here for her. But as he speaks, he looks at you too. He looks at you as if he wanted you to hear what he was saying as well, like he was speaking to you and Lilly. That you were both important to him. As if he wanted to protect you too. And love you too. You gave Chan a small nod, so he knew you understood. You loved him too. And you would protect both of them with your whole heart.

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beautifulpaprika · 2 days

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Party Next Door; Jungkook

pairing: fem!reader x jungkook

warnings: smut, a cool massage

summary: Every Thursday is a struggle. The neighbor is constantly disturbing the peace with loud music. But Y/N has had enough and decides to go over there herself, but she sets herself up for failure when the owner turns out to be beautiful. Her hatred and annoyance towards him turns into a need.

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My head is a jumbled mess. I’ve tried headphones, my own speakers, going to the furthest corner of my room, but nothing can drown away the noise next door. Every Thursday night is a hassle to work. I’ve never met the party animal neighbor, but no matter how many times I call the police on them, they don’t seem to care.

Music seeps into my living room, interrupting my work. It’s not exciting by any means, but I would like to finish it before midnight.

I hear yelling from across the way. It’s the last straw before I decide that I’ll take care of it myself.

The music is even louder in the hall, itching my brain and raising my irritation. I raise my fist and knock, no, bang on the door, trying my best to make it louder than the music and chatter.

The attempt is a failed one when no one answers the door. I try once again. And one more time.

Nothing.

A stomping up the stairs causes me to turn to a small group approaching me. The man at the front, who seems to be the leader, gives me a strange look before walking past me and opening the door.

I watch them walk in. No knocking. No banging on the door. All I had to do was turn the knob.

“Thanks,” I yell at them, only to get no response.

The frustration dwells for a moment before I go back to focusing on the main task. Finding the owner of this place and giving him a piece of this. My mind. Not my body.

“Excuse-” the woman ignores me, walking into the living room and sitting next to others who seem to be enjoying a game of ‘Spin the Bottle’. “Can you tell me-” another man ignores me. This is a very welcoming group.

“You look lost,” the voice is behind me now. A woman smiles at me, a drink in hand.

“Is it obvious?” I ask her, my vocal chords rasping at how loud I have to be over the music. She simply shrugs as a response. “I’m looking for the person who owns the place,” I tell her. She nods in understanding.

“Jungkook? He’s out on the balcony, but I wouldn’t recommend disturbing him. He’s snippy,” she takes a sip of her drink, still making eye contact with me over the rim. It’s a bit intimidating, but I’m grateful for the information nonetheless.

“Thanks!” I head to the balcony, the apartment has the same layout as mine. I peek out of the blinds blocking the party from the outside. A man lounges on his lawn chair, his legs spread out and a drink in his hand. His eyes are open and touching the sky. There’s hardly any light, the balcony sitting in an alleyway. I almost forgot that I was here on a mission - his beauty a distraction. Maybe the police didn’t want to say anything to him.

I fling myself back to my cause, sliding the door open and stepping out.

He doesn’t spare a single glance at me.

“Are you the owner of this place?”

“Who’s asking?” he still does not look at me.

“The neighbor,” my irritation rises at the lack of eye contact.

“Yeah. I am. What about it?” he takes a loud sip of his drink, his eyes closing for a moment before opening again.

“Your music's too loud. The people in this place are too loud,” I tell him. I figure laying it out now is better than beating around the bush. Especially when it comes to this guy.

“Ignore it,” he says matter-of-fact. I’m not sure what I expected when I came over here, but the attitude catches me off guard. I scoff then look around. I’m not sure what I’m looking for - maybe some help?

“I’ve tried. Several times,” my arms cross in an effort to show that I won’t let this slide no matter how much he avoids eye contact and suggests I ignore it.

He closes his eyes, sighs, and finally his eyes glide down to meet mine. The stare stops my heart for a second. His eyes are intimidating, but there can be no mistake at what he’s looking at because his glance is hard and purposeful.

“You’re the one who’s been calling the cops on me, aren’t you?” he asks.

I don’t answer. Instead, I look out onto the city not wanting to expose myself for being a wet rag. Normally, it wouldn’t matter and I would have confessed, but I’m more out of place here, making it easier to be intimidated. He stands. His boots are like bombs as he steps in front of me. His face hovering over me.

“If the police didn’t work, what makes you think I would listen to you?” He whispers. I try not to focus on his breath smelling like a mix of mint and alcohol. It’s intoxicatingly good and annoying.

“I thought,” I make sure to make direct eye contact, “that if you had a bit of empathy and compassion,” I put emphasis on ‘compassion’, “you might consider others who are around you.”

He says nothing, only narrows his eyes. Those same eyes glide from my face, then slide down my body. Heat rushes from my head to my toes, reaching my core.

“Are you gonna say something or keep looking at me like that?” I don’t know what possesses me to say it, but it makes him chuckle. “Some of us have work to do,” I continue.

“I’m not turning down the music, do whatever you want with that,” he turns to sit back in his seat. My blood boils, but not from desire anymore. “I’d like to go back to my peace and quiet if you don’t mind,” he lounges back and his eyes close, facing the sky.

Peace and quiet? With all this noise inside? Oh no, no, no.

I pull the extra red lawn chair to sit beside him, lounging back.

“Does that look like the door to you?” he asks, his shoulders stiff now and his eyes wide open. I lean back taking in the chilly night air, adjusting myself to get comfortable.

“We all want peace and quiet, sir. Even me,” I throw him a pointed look. “I don’t give you yours until you give me mine.”

“Fine,” he says. He doesn’t argue anymore, still not giving in. It’s a matter of who can last the longest now.

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My attempt fails as the next Thursday the music seeps right through the cracks of my apartment and into my ears. I breathe in, then out and pack my laptop. I sit with him on the balcony again until the music dies then return home.

And the next Thursday, it happens again and I make my way over with my laptop once more.

It takes one minute for me to leave my apartment, step into his, and out onto the balcony. Jungkook is there in the same spot as last week and the week before. He glances at me then back up to the sky.

“Me again!” I cheer.

“Yay. . .” his voice is dead.

I take a seat in the same red chair I did before.

“I brought some entertainment this time so I might last a bit longer,” I gesture to my laptop. “Hope you don’t mind.” He definitely minds.

I put on a video of someone playing a horror game. I don’t know the person, I’ve never watched the person, or a horror game for that matter, but my hope is the noise will be enough to annoy him.

He doesn’t say anything when it plays and his body language doesn’t change either.

“So, how come your party is inside but you’re always out here?” I ask, filling some of the awkwardness.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“My question is more important to me,” I close the laptop and face him fully. I can’t place the emotion on his face when I do. It’s a mix of surprise and confusion. “I can only assume this,” I gesture to the party going on inside, “is not going to stop any time soon,” he grins at that, seemingly proud, “we might as well get to know each other a bit.”

“I preferred when you were watching your videos.”

“We can’t always get what we want. No matter how intimidating we might be,” I make sure to murmur the second part. The roll of his eyes tells me he heard it anyways. “Fess up. Why are you not in there?” I lean in to show my interest. It did strike me as strange the first time that the person throwing the party wasn't participating in it.

He stays silent, the sound of a few cars and people yelling on the street taking his voice’s place.

“Come on! Who am I gonna tell? Your sweet and kind friends in there?” he chuckles at that at least.

“I don’t want to party,” he says, shrugging. His answer confuses me even more.

“Are you sure?” I raise an eyebrow, “‘Cause the parade in your apartment says otherwise,” I laugh.

“They’re background noise,” he looks off into the distance now. “The music, the talking, the games. It’s all background noise,” his head leans back, smiling when a group cheers inside.

Background noise? My Thursday night is sacrificed every week for background noise? He doesn’t even enjoy the party?

“But . . . you’re giving up your space. You know there are an infinite amount of videos online that actually allow you to have a noise similar to thi-”

“I don’t want the video,” he snaps. I blink at him. “It’s not the same,” he goes back to his normal tone. “It doesn’t fill the space. What’s the point of this big apartment if I’m the only one in it,” he looks back into the city and there’s a voice in my head telling me not to press further. This isn’t about background noises, I realize. This is about loneliness.

“You could fill the space with someone else. Someone you care about and cares for you in return,” I suggest. He scoffs at that.

I’ve chosen the wrong words.

“Yeah? Simple as pie. “Find someone who cares for you.”” he mocks. “Give me a fucking break,” his hand lifts to chew on his nail. It’s a habit that I used to have. It brings back memories of all the feelings I used to have that resulted in me biting down.

I get up, and grab his wrist away from his mouth.

“That’s not healthy, you know?” I tell him. He’s frozen, stuck in the same position as before I pulled his hand away, then his eyes finally move to look up at mine.

Before I can say anything, I’m planted in his lap, my legs draped over his, his arms wrapped around my middle. My mouth opens ready to scream when I his nose grazes my neck, his breath brushing it and the top of my collarbone. I can’t say anything. There’s words but they’re stuck in my throat unable to escape as an effect of the sensation I feel from his fingers grazing the skin under my shirt.

“Maybe you should be the one to take care of me. You’re already telling me what to do,” his fingers move up to graze my cheek and push me to face him. His eyes are hooded when he looks up at me. It’s the perfect angle to kiss him.

Kiss him?

I push myself up out of his lap, broken from the trance he put over me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask. It’s a rhetorical question, because no matter what the answer is, it can’t be reasonable. I scoop my laptop up making my way to the sliding door.

I step inside. I squeal when a body collides into mine, the sudden feeling of a cold drink spilling down the front of my shirt.

“Woah! We got a spillage!” the man laughs. There’s heat rising to my brain, having the urge to take me thankfully safe laptop and break it over that empty dome sitting on his neck. “She’s feisty, too,” he purrs. My eyes narrow in an attempt to fend him off. “I haven’t seen you around here,” he leans in, grabbing me by the waist.

“Buzz off,” I’m able to push him off due to his sloshed state. I’m able to evade him, but a body pushes past me. The same figure grabs the drunk man by the neck and drags him to the front door, chucking him out and down the stairs. I blink at Jungkook who seems more pissed now that he can’t even look at me.

He retreats to the balcony without another glance at me.

***

This Thursday there is no music. No yelling. Only complete silence. This is what I have been wanting for weeks, yet keep opening my door a smidge to peek at someone who might pop up ready for a party.

I even start to pace from the living room, to kitchen, to dining room, to kitchen, to dining room. I’m growing restless at the silence. Why now? Why is it quiet the week after he almost kissed me. It’s a scene I play over and over in my head. I’m trying to answer questions like why he would do it. Why is he radio silent afterward? Why am I obsessing over a man I met three weeks ago?

My instinct pushes me to check outside of the door again, but before I reach for the doorknob a piece of paper slides under my door. I unfold it to look at the words scribbled on the lines:

I know there’s no music.

But it breaks my heart that you haven’t come to visit.

I scold my racing heart at the words.

But he’s inviting me this time- a funny way of putting it- but inviting me nonetheless.

I remind myself that this could not be anything romantic. Maybe he’s remorseful. If my mother could see me now pining over a man I’ve talked to twice.

But I can’t get that near kiss out of my head. I haven’t been touched in that manner since high school and the fact that it was unexpected adds to my anticipation.

My pajamas are exchanged for a skirt and a tank top. Nothing wrong with a bit of seduction.

I take the risk of humiliating myself and open the door to walk over to his apartment. When I swing the door open I’m surprised to find he’s already standing outside of his door. His head whipping away, his throat clearing.

“Were you . . .” I pause, “Did you have your ear on the door?” I tease.

He avoids eye contact with me. “I was wondering what time you were going to come over,” he clears his throat again, his face transforming from panicked to stoic.

“I-”

“My apartment’s empty,” his voice is back to a calm tone.

“I noticed,” I laugh. His lips pucker and he looks from my lips, to my eyes, to my lips, to my eyes. It makes me nervous.

“Not that I wanted you to be there in the first place, but if you’re not busy, you could be my background noise.”

I dwell on his invitation.

“You don’t want me there? But,” I hold the note up, “this says I’ve broken your heart,” I point to the exact words.

His eyes narrow on the lined paper, then he shakes his head.

“I don’t remember any of this,” he turns and walks back to his apartment before I get to defend myself.

I follow him in, now fully able to look around his place without people in the way. The quiet is unsettling considering that each time I’ve walked into this apartment, I’ve mentally prepared myself and my ears for speaker breaking bass.

The apartment feels as if no one lives here. There are no pictures or decorations that display any hobbies. I wonder how much time he spends here by himself. Most of it must be time spent cleaning after those Thursdays.

He walks towards his living room and throws himself on the couch, his head on the armrest. I follow soon after and stand near the wall next to the couch waiting for him to instruct me to do something.

His eyes open.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do,” I admit. “This is strange being here and not having hooligans yelling around us.

He laughs. One would think he would be angry that I called his friends hooligans, but I know now those were not his friends.

“Do what you would normally do,” he gestures to the coffee table. “Do work, watch horror videos. Do whatever you want. I just need a bit of noise,” he says nonchalantly, but all I’m hearing is “I like you as background noise more than the parties.” It could be my ego thinking that, regardless, my heart is racing.

He follows my moves as I sit on the floor and place my laptop on the coffee table. He relaxes by throwing his head back again.

***

I groan at the pains in my neck and shoulders.

Jungkook sits up, tilting his head at me.

“I should probably go.” It’s been about an hour and we’ve been exchanging a few words here and there. It’s pleasant. What is not so pleasant is the horrible pain on my lower back from sitting on the floor.

“If you want, I can massage your back there for you,” he offers. It catches me off guard. He pats the cushion, gesturing for me to come up with him.

The words “No, thank you,” are on the tip of my tongue, but he offered so quickly, it makes me think he doesn’t want me to go. Again . . . ego.

Instead, I rise up onto the couch, my back facing him.

“Thank you, I guess,” I say, scolding myself for letting my voice waver. The thought of his hands on me is intoxicating. I can’t say I haven’t thought about them since the night he snuck one underneath my shirt.

“I guess?” he chuckles, the sound right in my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine, awakening every nerve in my body.

“Well, it’s strange -oh!” his thumbs dig into my lower back. The sensation is wonderful. It’s more than I could imagine. “You’re being very nice today compared to the snippy personality that shows itself,” he laughs at that too.

“I can be nice if I want to,” his hand sneaks under my shirt again and I jolt at his warm skin rubbing mine. “I can be as nice as you want me to be,” his voice is low now. There’s an ache growing at my core. No. No! I am not getting horny over this man. This one man that I have barely had time to get to know.

Those same, enticing hands glide up my sides, relaxing me into him. It doesn’t help that he smells like mint again with something stronger this time. It’s difficult not wanting to fall into him.

“You can lean back,” he says, reading my mind.

Reject him, Y/n. Reject him!

“Sure. It’s been a while since I relaxed. You know, work, work, work,” I joke trying to ease the tension, but instead it comes off awkward. He hums in acknowledgement - the vibrations from his chest massaging my shoulders leaning onto him now.

This is paradise. I mean, there are big flashing red lights going off in my head, but I can’t deny that it also feels like I’m in the clouds - soaring high above the city and no one else can see me while I parade around giddy and relaxed at the same time.

His fingers still dig into my sides and when he massages into my lower back again, I involuntarily let out a moan.

We both freeze. I look up at him, his face a few inches from mine. He’s looking straight ahead then finally moves his head to look at me. There’s a hood over his eyes. He blinks once, then twice.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You should stay tonight,” he interrupts. I can’t believe it’s possible to catch me off guard again after having done it a million times already, but I am.

“Why should I do that?” I whisper. I already know the answer. Of course, I know the answer. But I want to hear it from his mouth.

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes glide to my lips sending goosebumps to every inch of skin.

But then he laughs and it sends me spiraling. His eyes move off of my face for a moment before coming back and into my eyes.

“You know, last week,” his hands move again now gliding to my thighs, and I’m the one who breaks eye contact, “when that guy was putting his hands on you after I just had you in my lap,” his hands slide up and down, massaging the inside and outside of my thighs, “I couldn’t stand it,” his face lowers to my neck.

“Jungkook,” I sigh.

“I was frustrated and pissed off. Not only because I just had you in my lap, but I was also frustrated that I couldn’t understand,” his nose traces a line from the bottom of my neck to my ear. “Why did I want you so badly?” I gasp when his hands push my thighs apart. “I was going to figure that out tonight - in the most innocent way possible. Then you come here in that fucking skirt,” I moan when his hand moves inside my skirt tracing patterns on the inside of my thighs and take a bit of pride that the outfit worked.

“I wore it for you,” I admit.

“God, don’t say that, Y/N,” his fingers finally land on my middle, sneaking underneath my underwear. “I’m already painfully hard,” he whispers, before slipping a finger inside of me. I moan out, my back arching and pushing my head into his shoulder. His lips are still hovering over my neck, but not quite touching it.

I slide my hand up, around his neck, and into his soft hair. I push him closer to me and he gives me what I want. His kisses trail from my shoulder, pulling my tank top sleeve down, to my ear.

His fingers move inside me for a couple more seconds before pulling them out. I take the opportunity to move from my position to turn and straddle him. I can feel how “painfully hard” he is when I settle my hips onto him, a small groan escaping when I do.

“I need to be honest,” I tell him while locking my fingers behind his neck, “I haven’t done this in a while, so forgive me if I seem inexperienced,” he pulls me closer by my ass, causing some friction between us.

He leans in, his lips centimeters from mine. I hold in my breath waiting for a kiss.

“You don’t have to do anything but enjoy it,” he leans in, starting with a peck, then giving me a real kiss. His hands sneak under my tank top, pulling it up. We break when he pulls it off of me. He rushes to unclasp my bra from behind me and pushes his hips into me when it finally comes off.

My brain is melted at this point. He’s almost panting underneath me and I can feel his desperation. There’s a want and a need that I’ve never experienced and it makes this all the more exciting.

“Your turn,” I whisper, tugging at his shirt then pulling it over his head. I’m not surprised when I uncover the chiseled chest and abs, but it does make me want him more (not that I knew it was possible).

I flip the tables and put my lips on his neck. He sighs and puts his hands on my ass again, rocking me into him. I moan over the hickey I left and come back up to kiss him, but he has other plans. I squeal when he lifts me up walking towards the balcony and opening the door.

“Wait, wait!” I hold my hand out to stop him from going out there while carrying me - a half naked woman! “What are you doing?” I panic.

“We’re finishing this on the place I started it,” he’s so nonchalant about it as if he isn’t suggesting something illegal.

“Are you out of your mind? There are people out there,” I scold. He gives me a look.

“It’s an alleyway, the only people who come through here are other people who want to have sex,” he explains, but I can’t help the paranoia settling in my stomach. It’s a bit exciting, I’ll admit, but I can’t say this is sensible.

He must notice the worry on my face when he closes the door.

“Alright, compromise,” he sets me down on the ground, and I’m worried I’ve disappointed him and he’s going to kick me out. Instead, he pulls his jeans down with his boxers, throwing both of them somewhere behind him. My eyes widen on his dick. What have I gotten myself into?

“We won’t go on the balcony,” his hands grab the back of my thighs and I squeal when he lifts me again, wrapping my legs around him, the only barrier being my underwear, “we’ll stay right here,” he presses my back against the glass door, the cold making me arch my boobs into him.

I’m ready to reject this idea as well, but I can’t get a word out when his mouth falls onto one of my nipples.

“Jungkook, oh God,” I cry out when his ministrations continue as he grinds into me.

“That skirt stays on,” he demands. I quickly nod.

He pulls away from my chest, flipping my skirt up and pushing my underwear to the side. With a little effort, we adjust ourselves, his dick sliding into me. My head rests on the glass door as a groan leaves him.

“I knew you’d feel amazing,” he sighs. I pull his face into my neck as he pushes into me. I slide up and down the glass door but I don’t mind how it feels. It’s not my focus.

Nothing could have prepared me for what this feels like. I’ve fantasized over and over ever since he pulled me into his lap last week, but I never anticipated that it would be this delicious.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about this,” he whispers, catching me off guard. But it only takes one thrust to get my brain to malfunction again.

The door and one of his arms supports me when his face pulls away from my neck but is replaced with his inked hand. A pathetic whine escapes when his fingers apply pressure to the sides of my neck.

“Jungkook, please,” I rasp. His breath is shaky when I clench around him, my release on the way.

“I’m almost there. But I want to come together, understand?” I nod my head. “On the count of three. . . three,” he whispers, thrusting in, “two,” thrust,”one,” our highs are synced, his hand applying more pressure as I come around him.

Our breathing is synced as he pulls out of me and sets me on the ground. I can’t leave when his body leans onto mine, my back still pressed on the door.

“Normally, the background noise doesn’t stop until later,” He breaths into my neck. “You might have to stay for a while longer to fulfill the background noise quota,” I laugh. His face comes up to meet mine, while massaging my sides and ass. “Stay the whole night this time,” he offers.

“One condition.”

“Anything,” he whispers on my lips. A shiver rushes down every nerve.

“No more parties,” I tell him. A smile paints his beautiful face.

“No more,” he lifts me up again and carries me to his bedroom.

“You can’t just carry me everywhere!” I yell.

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” and he throws me on the bed- our night filled with getting to know each other and other noises filling the space.

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a business proposal, p. 7

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“Wait? What do you mean my ideas got rejected?!” you exclaimed, trailing your stressed coworker around the office area. “The superiors seemed happy with it— they… They approved of it! God, I fought tooth and nail to make it all perfect!”

“I don’t know, [name], it seems like they must’ve changed their mind.” Your coworker replied, their voice tinged with exhaustion and empathy.

“But why? Why did Mr. Nakamura reject it—”

“It wasn’t Mr. Nakamura’s decision, [name].”

“Then who was in charge?”

“It was Mr. Gojo.”

You stopped in your tracks, disbelief washing over you like a cold wave. The office noise faded into a low and muted background noise as you tried to process what you’d just heard.

“Mr… Mr. Gojo? But... Why would he even be involved in this?” You asked, your voice barely more than a whisper, trying to make sense of the situation.

Your coworker shrugged, a deep sigh escaping their lips. “I guess your proposal caught his attention. Apparently he’s been taking a more hands-on approach lately.”

“I— b-but how can he reject it when it got approved in the first place?!” You stammered, frustration and confusion mingling in your mind. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your temples, each thud amplifying your stress.

“I don’t know. Maybe he saw something the others didn’t,” your coworker said softly. They stopped walking and turned to face you fully. “Look, this project is a big deal for him and the company, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he's being extra picky this time. You know how he is, he’s got insanely high expectations.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat, the unfairness of it all nearly overwhelming.

“R-Right,” you nodded solemnly, averting your gaze from your coworker, who seemed even more saddened on your behalf. “I get it. Thank you.”

Feeling defeated, you trudged back to your office and slumped into your chair. Sadness and frustration weighed heavily on your shoulders. All the effort, the all-nighters, all seemed to unravel with Gojo’s unexpected rejection.

Instinctively, your hand reached for your phone. Your thumb hovered over ‘Archaeopteryx’, the name staring back at you, evoking memories of a time when he had assured you that you could call anytime, especially when you felt down.

His words had been comforting then, a reassurance that despite the facade, there was a personal connection you could rely on. But now, staring at his name on your phone, uncertainty crept in. Would he still honor that promise, even after everything that had happened? Would calling him now make any difference?

After a brief hesitation, you decided to dial. The phone rang once, twice, and then after a while it went straight to voicemail. Your heart sank as the automated message played, confirming that he wasn’t available to take your call. Or perhaps he didn’t want to answer?

Disappointment washed over you, mixed with a sense of abandonment. It seemed that even his offer of support had its limits, perhaps now more than ever. You hung up the phone slowly, staring at it for a moment before setting it down with a sigh.

The silence in your office felt oppressive now, the weight of the rejection from earlier crushing down on you again. You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes and trying to steady your breathing. It was clear that you were truly on your own at this moment.

—

“This guy is unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, glaring at your computer screen. “He rejected me again?!”

This was the fourth time that your marketing proposal had been turned down, each rejection more baffling than the last. The email included very vague reasons that made little sense to you, leaving you frustrated and questioning your abilities. It was becoming a frustrating pattern: every innovative idea you pitched seemed to hit the wall, despite initial enthusiasm from your colleagues and even higher-ups.

With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your temples, trying to fend off the pounding headache that threatened to overwhelm you. Maybe it wasn’t just about your ideas; maybe there was something deeper at play, something you couldn’t quite grasp.

As you stared at the screen, thoughts raced through your mind. Was it politics? Personal bias? Or were you simply not seeing something crucial?

“He thinks he’s so high and mighty behind a screen, but he can’t even say this to my face,” you muttered, frustration bubbling within you. “So stupid, annoying, arrogant, piece of sh—”

Your words come to a stop as you read the rejection mail once more, feeling the sting of the impersonal dismissal. It wasn’t just about the idea anymore; it was about respect and fairness.

As you sat there, contemplating your next move, a feeling of determination began to settle in. You wouldn’t let this latest setback define your efforts or your worth.

Taking a deep breath, you closed the email and stood up from your desk. The familiar buzz of the office around you seemed distant as you focused on your resolve. Walking purposefully towards the door, you knew what needed to be done. It was time to confront this head-on, to seek clarity and demand the respect you deserved.

As you fidget nervously inside the elevator, your heart beats with anticipation. The soft hum of the elevator’s motor is the only sound in the confined space, amplifying the silence that envelops you. Each passing second feels like an eternity as the numbers above the door light up, counting down your descent into uncertainty.

Your mind races, trying to think of a plan. How should you approach him? What should you say? The weight of indecision presses upon you like a physical force, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly the elevator doors slid open, and there he was, standing right outside.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Gojo, his presence unexpected and intimidating. Panic surged through you, making your palms clammy and the thoughts in your mind scramble. This wasn’t how you had planned it. You weren’t ready to confront him like this.

For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze. Gojo’s expression was unreadable, his eyes assessing you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. You struggled to find your voice, to formulate the words you had rehearsed so many times in your head.

Without a word, he stepped into the elevator beside you.

The air between you was charged with unspoken tension as the doors closed. You glanced at him, trying to read his expression, while he avoided meeting your eyes directly. It was clear neither of you had anticipated this sudden awkward proximity.

After a few moments of silence that felt longer than they were, you gathered your courage and blurted out, “what’s wrong with my ideas that you had to reject them four times?!”

“It’s not quite hitting the mark,” he replied casually, his gaze focused on the doors in front of him. “I want it to be perfect. You can do better.”

His nonchalant demeanor caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were speechless. The implication sank in slowly — he wasn’t just dismissing your ideas, he was challenging you to improve them until they met his exacting standards.

“But I’ve put everything into it,” you protested, your voice wavering slightly. “I’ve revised it multiple times based on the feedback—”

“And I want you to redo it until it’s to my liking.”

“To your liking?!” You exclaimed, surprising him, “you listen here, I did everything by the book. The supervisors liked it, my colleagues liked it—everyone except you. So what is the issue?!”

Gojo remained silent, his expression unreadable. The tension between you grew more evident, the air thick with unspoken words, it was almost suffocating. Frustration bubbled up inside you, and without thinking, you reached out and tugged on his arm to turn him around, shocking both him and yourself with the boldness of your action.

He blinked in surprise, his gaze finally meeting yours, eyes wide in surprise.

“Answer me,” you insisted, your voice tinged with irritation and a hint of vulnerability. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you aggravate me!” He finally exclaimed, his tone coming out sharper than he intended.

The word hung in the air between you, shock rippling through you— not just from the unexpectedness of his blunt response, but from the raw honesty that lay beneath it.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the atmosphere grew thicker and heavier, almost suffocating. You were suddenly aware of the closeness between you, the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth of his presence. His proximity was almost intoxicating, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel his breath softly brushing against your lips, so close yet not touching. His eyes flickered down to your lips almost imperceptibly, a fleeting moment that spoke volumes.

“I...” you started, uncertain of how to respond, your heart pounding in your chest.

He leaned closer, as if drawn by an invisible force, his intent clear yet unspoken. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the charged moment between the two of you. His lips hovered tantalizingly close, the moment hanging in suspended anticipation.

Before he could make a move, the elevator’s chime shattered the moment, startling you both as you stepped back. The doors slid open with a mechanical whirr, flooding the confined space with bustling noises from the outside world.

Gojo hesitated, his eyes still locked with yours, a mix of emotions flickering across his face. Then, with a subtle shake of his head, he stepped out of the elevator without another word, leaving you standing there, stunned and unsure how to process what had just happened.

—

“WHAT?!” Rin’s voice was almost ear shattering as she leaned over the table in shock, “HE KISSED YOU?!”

“He didn’t kiss me—” You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose, “he just got really close, that’s all. But I’m pretty sure he was going to, like, kill me.”

Rin squinted at you, trying to focus through the haze of alcohol. “Wait, wait, wait. He got close... Like this close?” She mimicked leaning in dramatically, almost tipping over in the process.

“Yes, exactly like that.” You said, trying not to laugh at Rin’s exaggerated demonstration.

“Oh my god,” Rin gasped dramatically, slumping back in her chair. “And then what happened?”

“Nothing. The elevator arrived at the lobby, and he left.” You explained, your voice tinged with disappointment.

Rin pouted sympathetically. “That’s so unfair! Why does he have to be so mysterious?”

You shrugged, swirling the remnants of your drink in its glass. “I wish I knew.”

Rin suddenly perked up, eyes brightening mischievously. “Well, you know what you have to do, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, curious despite yourself. “What?”

“Make him chase you,” Rin declared with a tipsy grin. “Make him fall in love with you, HARD.”

You let out a small snort. “That’s highly inappropriate, Rin, he’s my boss,” you muttered as you took a swift chug of your drink. “Besides, I don’t think I want to do anything with him after the fake relationship thing. He’s always so… Demanding. And what if he finds out about the whole fake identity stuff? That’s just going to make things even worse. And his grandfather wouldn’t approve anyway.”

Rin waved her hand dismissively, nearly knocking over her own glass. “Pfft, who cares about that? It’s all about the drama, the tension! Trust me, if he got all up and personal with you, there’s obviously something there.”

“You watch way too many dramas, Rin,” you sighed, feeling a mixture of amusement and exasperation at her persistent encouragement. “Besides, I’m not sure it’s that simple. He’s… Complicated.”

“Complicated is just another word for interesting,” Rin countered with a wry grin. “Come on, you know you want to stir things up a bit. Life’s too short to be boring.”

—

Later that night, Gojo found himself at his apartment, sifting through stacks of paperwork and emails. He pulled up the latest marketing proposal from you, intending to give it another thorough review before making his decision. Each sentence he read seemed to blur together as his thoughts strayed to the memory of your encounter earlier.

Just as he was about to compose an email to provide feedback, likely more revisions, his phone rang. Confusion etched on his features as he saw your name flash insistently on his screen. It was late, and he couldn’t fathom why you would be calling at this hour.

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Hello?”

“Hey,” came your voice, slightly slurred and unmistakably tipsy. “Where… Are you?”

Confusion turned to concern as Gojo tried to process your words. “Miss [name]—Miss Mei, are you drunk?”

“Aah…” There’s a long pause from your end of the line before you start giggling. “Maybe a little? I went out to drink with… Rin.”

“Is she with you right now?” Gojo asked calmly, though his voice tinged with concern.

“No, no… She left a while ago. Her dad… Picked her up…” You sighed softly, “I just wanted to stay for a bit longer, you know… Drink my problems away.”

Gojo sighed heavily, his concern deepening “where are you? I can get a ride for you.”

“I’m… Outside this bar.”

“Right,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dealing with this situation was going to be complicated. “Do you know which one?”

“Uhhh…” The sound of you shuffling about as you look around could be heard. “Happy-go-lucky bar.”

Gojo’s brows quirked up at your words. “That’s very close to where I work.”

“Hehe, I know,” you giggled again before continuing, your voice lowering in concern. “Anyway, can you help me? These guys won’t leave me alone and—”

“Come on sweetheart, live a little! Just get one more drink with us.”

Gojo’s heart skipped a beat, his worry escalating as he heard the voices in the background.

“Satoru, can you—”

“Listen to me carefully. Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you, alright?”

There was no answer from your end, only silence. The call ended abruptly, leaving him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed his jacket and keys, his mind racing with worry and the need to reach you as soon as possible. The short drive to the bar felt like an eternity, filled with concern and a growing sense of urgency to ensure your safety.

As Gojo arrived at the bar, his heart raced with a mixture of relief and concern. Spotting you outside, he saw two men circling you, their intentions unclear but their demeanor showed clear aggressiveness. Gojo immediately parked his car and hurried over.

He approached swiftly as he harshly pulled the men away from you. They stumbled back, clearly startled and angered by his interference. You looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear.

“Hey, who the hell do you think you are!?” One of the men slurred, his voice thick with alcohol and aggression.

Gojo’s expression hardened as one lunged at him. With lightning reflexes, he delivered a punishing blow to the man’s jaw, rendering him unconscious in an instant.

The sudden display of force left you stunned, frozen in place as you watched Gojo effortlessly handle the threat. The remaining man hesitated, clearly taken aback by Gojo’s ferocity.

“Get lost.” Gojo commanded sharply.

The man stumbled back, fear now evident in his eyes, before turning and hastily running away.

Breathing heavily, Gojo turned back to you, his expression softening as soon as he saw you.

“Are you alright?” His voice trembles slightly, his hand reaching out as if to grab your face but then hesitating, pulling back.

You nodded dumbly, still processing what just happened. “I... I think so.”

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Gojo said gently, guiding you towards his car with a protective arm around your shoulders.

The drive back was filled with a heavy silence, thick with tension that seemed to suffocate the air around them. You sat beside Gojo, your head spinning, not just from the remnants of alcohol in your system but also from the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded.

Gojo focused on the road ahead, his jaw tightened. The occasional streetlight cast fleeting shadows across his face, highlighting the tension that gripped his features. He stole a glance at you now and then, concern etched deeply in his face.

Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

You wanted to say something, to break the suffocating silence, but words eluded you. How could you articulate the mix of gratitude and confusion swirling inside you? You can’t even make sense of the situation right now, let alone understand your feelings towards Gojo.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building, Gojo turned off the engine but made no move to get out. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension. You hesitated, unsure of how to break the silence that enveloped you both.

“Satoru…” you started tentatively.

He turned to look at you fully, his expression softening slightly at the sound of your voice. “Yeah?”

“I... Thank you,” you managed, your words stumbling out awkwardly. “For... For coming when you did.”

His gaze held yours for a moment, the tension in his features slowly fading away.

“I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” Gojo replied quietly, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I just... I couldn’t.”

You hummed in response, averting your gaze from his.

“This… This is a dream, right?” You asked softly.

“What?”

“If… If this isn’t a dream,” you pause for a moment, hiccuping silently, “there’s no way you would come running to take care of me… Like this.”

Gojo’s expression softened, but beneath it, a hint of disappointment flickered as he processed your words. It was a moment of quiet introspection for him, realizing how distant he might have seemed before this moment.

But before he could dwell on it further, an unexpected giggle escaped your lips.

“What’s so funny?” Gojo asked, surprised by the sudden shift in mood.

You shook your head, the laughter bubbling up despite the seriousness of the situation. “I... I can’t believe I'm doing this.”

His confusion deepened. “Doing what?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “My name... It’s not really Mei. It’s…” Your voice faltered, nerves and alcohol blurring the edges of your thoughts. “It’s [name].”

Gojo’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Of course, he had known your real name for a long time now, but hearing it from you, especially in this vulnerable moment, caught him off guard.

“I know,” he said softly, his tone gentle and understanding. “It's okay.”

“I'm sorry,” you murmured, feeling a flush of embarrassment rise in your cheeks. “I’m so sorry—”

“It’s fine, [name],” he interjected smoothly, his voice gentle yet reassuring. “You’re drunk, you should go get some rest.”

You nodded slowly, grateful for his understanding despite the awkwardness of the moment. “Yeah... I think I should.”

Opening the car door, you stepped out into the cool night air, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. As you stood there, unsure of what to say next, Gojo spoke again, his voice breaking through the quiet.

“Take care of yourself, [name].”

“You too… Satoru.”

—

The next morning, sunlight filtering through your bedroom window stirred you awake. You groaned softly, your head throbbing with the unmistakable aftermath of drinking too much alcohol. Blinking against the light, you reached for your phone on the bedside table.

As you scrolled through your notifications, a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach. There it was—a call log from last night, and Gojo’s name stood out among the list.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized you had been on a call with him, but the details were fuzzy, lost in the haze of alcohol and confusion. Did something happen? Did you say something embarrassing or inappropriate?

Fear and uncertainty gripped you, and for a moment, you debated whether to call him back, to ask for clarification. But then doubt crept in—what if he didn’t answer?

With a heavy sigh, you set your phone back down, burying your face in your hands. The hangover was pounding behind your eyes, intensifying with each passing minute. You needed a distraction, something to take your mind off the whirlwind of thoughts.

Just then, a gentle knock on your bedroom door startled you. Before you could respond, your father peeked in, a concerned expression softening his features. He held a tray with breakfast—a plate with fruits and toast.

“Hey there,” he greeted softly, stepping into the room. “How are you feeling?”

You forced a weak smile. “I'm okay, dad. Just have a really bad headache.”

He nodded sympathetically, placing the tray on your bedside table. “You need to be more careful next time,” he chided gently, concern evident in his voice. “You’re lucky your friend dropped you off last night.”

Confusion clouded your mind as your brows furrowed slightly. “Huh? But Rin went home before me.”

“No, no, it wasn’t Rin, it was someone else. I haven’t met them before but it looked like they had white hair.”

The blood drained from your face as a cold realization washed over you.

“White hair…” You whispered, barely able to comprehend what you were hearing.

Could it really have been him? Satoru Gojo?

Your father looked at you, concern deepening at your sudden change in demeanor. “Is everything okay, [name]?”

You stared at him, trying to process the implications of what he had just said. “S-Sorry... Did you say... White hair?”

He nodded slowly, his brow furrowing with worry. “Yes, that’s what I saw.”

“Oh my god…”

Panic surged through you, electrifying every nerve in your body. Your mind raced, tumbling through fragments of the previous night. Disbelief clawed at your chest, making it hard to breathe. How could this have happened? How could you have let your guard down so easily?

Your father’s voice seemed distant, muffled, as he called for you. “[name], are you sure you’re alright? You look pale.”

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of shock that threatened to overwhelm you.

“I... I need to lie down.” The words felt foreign, detached from the whirlwind of terror swirling inside you. You forced yourself to maintain composure, to not let the full extent of your fear show.

The pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place with a sickening clarity. Your thoughts flashed to the abrupt end to your fake relationship arrangement, where he had terminated it so suddenly, without any warning or explanation.

And then there was the elevator ride a few days ago, where Gojo had suddenly blurted out that you aggravated him. At the time, you had brushed it off as one of his usual quirks, his tendency for dramatic declarations. But now, the memory took on a new, horrifying significance. His words echoed in your mind, laced with a bitterness that you hadn’t fully understood until now. “You aggravate me,” he had said, his eyes dark with an emotion you couldn’t place then.

It all made sense now.

The realization hit you like a physical blow, leaving you reeling. How could you have missed it? The signs were there, subtle but unmistakable. The way his demeanor suddenly shifted around you, the unspoken tension that had simmered just beneath the surface of your interactions. He wasn’t just annoyed by you; he felt deeply hurt by your deception.

You could almost see it now, the moment he must have pieced it all together. The realization dawning in his eyes, the sting of betrayal as he understood who you really were. The thought of Gojo, usually so composed and in control, grappling with that kind of hurt was almost too much to bear.

Your father’s voice brought you back to the present. “Do you need anything else, [name]?”

You shook your head, forcing another weak smile. “No, dad, I think I just need some time to um... Rest.” Your voice sounded distant, even to your own ears.

As he left the room again, you allowed the tears to fall, silent but heavy with the weight of your predicament. You had always known that going through with this lie was risky, but you had never anticipated it would come crashing down like this.

The following days were a mix of anxiety and avoidance. You called into work, claiming to be sick, and spent the hours in a restless limbo. The thought of bumping into Gojo made you feel physically ill. Every time your phone buzzed with a message or an email notification, your heart raced, fearing it might be him. The weight of your deception pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe.

The days turned into a week, each one more unbearable than the last. The four walls of your room felt like a prison, closing in on you. You couldn’t escape the gnawing dread that filled your thoughts. Every time you considered going back to work, the image of Gojo’s hurt and betrayed eyes would surface, and you’d feel a fresh wave of nausea.

You couldn’t bear it any longer. The anxiety, the fear, the guilt—it was all too much. You had to put a stop to this, to free yourself from this torment. The decision, once made, brought a strange sense of relief, mixed with sadness.

Sitting at your desk, you opened your laptop and began drafting your resignation letter. Each word felt like a tiny release of the burden you’d been carrying. You kept it professional, citing personal reasons and the need for a fresh start. Once you were done you took a deep breath and hit send. The email whisked away your resignation into the digital ether, hoping that Gojo would accept it and move on.

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You found yourself curled up on your bed late at night, trying to lose yourself in the comforting familiarity of your favorite show. The flickering images and familiar characters offered a brief respite from the turmoil in your mind. You hugged a pillow to your chest, seeking comfort in its softness.

Suddenly, your phone rang, shattering the fragile peace. The sound jolted you, sending a surge of panic through your veins. You glanced at the screen, seeing the ‘Archaeopteryx’ flashing insistently. Your heart raced, your breath hitching in your throat. You watched as it rang, paralyzed by fear and indecision, until it finally stopped.

The silence that followed was both relieving and tormenting. You let out a shaky breath, but the feeling of dread lingered. A part of you wished you had answered, to confront the inevitable, to maybe find some closure. But the thought of hearing his voice, of facing his anger and hurt, was too overwhelming.

The phone rang again, breaking the silence once more. You stared at it, your hands trembling. The impulse to ignore it was strong, but so was the need to face what you had been avoiding. Summoning all your courage, you hesitantly picked up the phone and answered.

“H-Hello?”

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Gojo’s familiar voice came through, calm yet tinged with an emotion you couldn’t quite figure out. “[name],” he began tentatively.

Your breath caught in your throat, and a wave of panic washed over you. The sound of your real name, spoken so softly, sent you over the edge. It was one thing to know he had uncovered your secret, but hearing him use your true name made it all too real. Your heart pounded, and you felt dizzy, struggling to maintain your composure.

“I’m outside.” Gojo continued, his voice steady yet carrying a hint of urgency.

“W-What—”

“I need to talk to you,” he interrupted smoothly. “So please, just… Come out.”

“Satoru, I don’t think that’s a good idea—” you began, desperately attempting to find a way out.

“I won’t leave until you come out.” He declared firmly, cutting you off before you could finish, leaving no room for argument.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Okay... I-I’ll be right there.”

You hung up and took a moment to steady yourself. Your hands were shaking, and your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, trying to muster the strength to face him, despite the redness and puffiness that had surrounded your eyes.

With a deep breath, you made your way out of the apartment complex and stepped out into the cool night air. There he was, standing a few feet away, his tall figure illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights.

“Hey.” He said softly, his soft gaze watching you intently.

“Hi.” You murmured, your voice trembling.

There was a brief moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words and emotions. You both stood there, uncertain of where to begin, each waiting for the other to break the tense stillness.

“How long have you known—”

“You really think you can just send your resignation letter and move on?” Gojo interrupted abruptly.

“H-Huh?” you stammered, taken aback by his unexpected question.

He stepped closer. “You think you can just walk away from this, after everything?”

Your heart sank as his words sank in. You hadn’t anticipated this—his directness, his raw honesty. The resignation letter had felt like a necessary step, a way to distance yourself from the pain and uncertainty. But standing here, face to face with him, you realized it wasn’t that simple.

“I... I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I thought... I thought it would be best.”

Gojo shook his head slightly, a mix of frustration and sadness crossing his features. “Running away won’t solve anything,” he said firmly. “Besides, firing you would be truly idiotic seeing how you are one of our most talented employees.”

You let out a small, bitter laugh. “Really? That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“No, that’s not it, [name],” he said firmly, taking another step closer to you. His eyes bore into yours with intensity. “I’ve missed having you around. And it’s not just about work. It’s about... Everything else.” He admitted quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

He paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words to convey the weight of his thoughts.

“You have this... Presence,” he continued, his voice softening with admiration. “It’s like the room lights up when you enter, and suddenly everything feels more alive. After you’ve been gone, it’s like the color has drained from everything. Everything just feels quieter and dull.”

Gojo swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. “I’ve found myself looking around, expecting to see you, to hear your voice chiming in with ideas or sharing a joke. And when you’re not here, it’s like...” His voice trailed off briefly, his gaze falling to the ground. “It’s like something is missing.”

The sincerity in his words touched you deeply, stirring a warmth in your chest despite the heaviness of the situation. His gaze held yours, unwavering and filled with a mixture of affection and vulnerability.

“I… I don’t understand.” You managed to say, your mind racing to catch up with the implications of his words.

He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes once more, closing the gap between you until you could feel the warmth of his presence.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it, to deny it,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the city around you. “But I can’t deny how I feel anymore.”

You stood in stunned silence, holding your breath at the raw honesty of his words, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I care about you,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “More than I should, more than I’ve been willing to admit. And I have been in agony these past weeks. Throughout the times where we had to pretend, where I thought what I felt was part of the act. But now I know it’s real.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, his words resonating within you in a way that stirred emotions you hadn’t fully acknowledged before.

“Satoru—”

“I have feelings for you, [name],” he interrupted softly, his voice trembling slightly. “And I cannot keep pretending that I don’t.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched on, charged with unspoken emotions. You searched his eyes, seeing a mix of hope and nervousness reflected back at you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat. This was so much—more than you had ever expected, more than you felt prepared to handle. You struggled to process it all, to reconcile his confession with the tangled mess of feelings within you.

“I understand that it’s sudden,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. “And I won’t rush you. So take your time to think things over and let me know.”

His words lingered in the air, laden with profound meaning. Gojo’s patience and understanding only made your decision harder. You wanted to say something, to find the right words to convey the turmoil in your heart, but clarity remained elusive.

“I will wait for you, [name],” he continued softly, his gaze unwavering. “No matter how long it takes.”

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lovebittenbyevans · 2 days

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In Their Words | One Shot

Summary: When Oscar finally did an podcast interview with you

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x interviewer! Female Reader

Warnings: two cursed words

Author note: I was inspired by watching jay shetty podcast on youtube to write this. Enjoy reading!

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You sat in the chair across from him and moved the microphone toward you. You were nervous to do this but at the same time you were excited. You have been wanting to interview Oscar for a while now since he was always busy.

“We are ready to start.” The producer yelled making sure everyone heard him.

You clear your throat as the camera started rolling. You looked at him with a polite smile. “Oscar Piastri.”

He chuckles a bit. “Y/N.” He was wearing a black hoodie and comfortable blue jeans. He wanted to dress for himself for once and be comfortable.

“Welcome to in their words podcast.” You speak into the microphone.

Oscar leans back slightly in his chair and speaks into the microphone. “Thank you for having me.”

You let out a soft sigh. “Now, there is so much I want to ask but some stuff we can talk about off cameras as well.”

He laughed a bit. “Y/N, you and I have been friends for four years. You know you can ask me anything.” You rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth playfully. “Open book, huh?”

He laughed again. “Go ahead.” You clears your throat as you make eye contact with him. “My first question would be your lifestyle? What made you want to be so free.”

He rubbed his chin for a second before he answered your question. “As you know both my parents are rich and wealthy. I didn’t want a path where I had to be them. I wanted one of my own and just be careful with who I let in my life.”

“So, you wanted to be this sugar daddy for every woman you are with?” You raised an eyebrow. You knew how Oscar moved so well.

He let out a sigh and said. “No, I just like having women around me. Yes, I have money but I’m not stupid enough to let them use me. I truly care about my girlfriend Ruby.” At least he was being honest.

You nodded listening to him. “How long have you and Remi been together?”

Oscar made a thinking face. “On and off for almost a year and a half.”

“And do you feel like you are missing something from her? That’s why you don’t want to be fully committed.” You asked him another question.

He didn’t know how to answer that. He never thought about Ruby being his forever even though he did love her to an extent.

“I think when two people are enjoying each other's company and don't want to ruin their little bubble they have with them. It’s become a custom to it.” He explained the best way he could.

You just listen to him talk through the interview as you ask him more questions about him, his life mostly. You noticed sometimes Oscar only likes attention from people who matter to him.

“Charles, Lando and Lewis are the ones I’m closest to and they always have my back. Even when we see each other at events we have good conversations with each other.” He tells you.

You sit up a bit in your chair. “And I feel like I can come to you about anything as well.” He continues to talk.

“When I’m available.” You joked.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you get what I sent you?”

You gave him a side eye. “I did but you didn’t have to do that.” You were not about to reveal what he gave you on camera. You like to keep things private between you and him.

He looks at you while shaking his head. He knew what kind of person you are even though he always wanted to be here for you.

“Y/N, why don't you let me be–” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “I have this card sitting on my lap and I am going to ask you a few questions from people.” You truly don’t want to have this conversation on camera right now.

Oscar opens his mouth, but closes it. “Question one is do you ever see a future of you settling down with Remi?” You glance at the card and then at him.

He chuckles briefly. “Um, that’s a tough answer to give.”

You moved on to the next question. “If you were in a different universe what would your career be?”

“I always say I wanted to be a professor on college campus, tattoo artists or soccer player.” He answered truthfully.

You moved the microphone a bit. “And final question.” Your eyes widened when you saw the next question. You almost gasped. “Um.” You paused for a moment. “Could you see yourself being with Y/N? Would you be willing to explore with her and see if there is a chance?”

You felt your cheeks flush as he locked eyes with you. “My only answer would be a hundred percent yes.” You didn’t expect him to actually answer that so loudly.

“Ok.” You said. “Thanks for coming on my show Oscar.” You had to pull yourself together and be calm.

He smiled warmly. “Thank you so much for having me, Y/N.”

The producer yelled cut as you rose from your chair and walked off set. You walked out the door after thanking the crew for being on set. You headed straight to your car and unlocked the door with your car keys.

You open the door to your car when you hear Oscar call out to you. “Y/N, wait!” His Australian accent was thick.

He grabs your arm, turning you around to face him. “No, No, No.” You spoke first. “Did you not understand what you just did on camera?”

Oscar ran his hand through his hair. “Yes, but I don’t regret saying it.” You glare at him for a second. “O, fucking Remi!? You forgot you have a whole girlfriend and women?”

He rolled his eyes. “I am not taking it back. I meant what I said, Y/N.” Your heart was racing while looking at him.

You never saw him in that way ever. It never crossed your mind for you to be anything more with him.

“Have a good rest of your day, O.” You got inside your car, closing the door shut and immediately drove off.

Oscar stood there watching you drive away instead of talking to you. “Fuck!” He mumbles to himself.

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hayleythesugarbowl · 3 days

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spencer agnew ideaaaa

reader is tommy’s friend from mythical and meets spencer at a party they end up being found in a closet kissing???

Spilled Punch || Spencer Agnew x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: when you agreed to go to a smosh party with your best friend tommy, you didn’t imagine enjoying yourself very much. you also didn’t imagine you’d end up making out with spencer in the coat closest 🤭

word count: 3k

warnings: none

a/n: hello love! i hope this is what u wanted—you said tommy and mythical but and i wasn’t sure if you meant trevor but either way, because you said tommy (and because i am not super familiar with mythical) i scrapped the mythical part and went with tommy’s friend. hope that was ok darling, enjoy! also female reader

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“Thanks again for agreeing to be my plus one to this thing,” Tommy said to you as you both walked from his car towards the house ahead.

“Anytime,” you answered, “But you have to promise not to leave me.”

You had been hesitant at first when Tommy asked you to attend a Smosh party with him, in lieu of his boyfriend who was away for the week.

Not because you didn’t want to help Tommy out. He was your best friend and you’d known him since you were both in diapers.

But because you didn’t no anyone here. Not a single person. And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare you just a little bit.

You’d heard stories from Tommy about his coworkers of course— Amanda this and Shayne that—but that didn’t mean you actually knew any of them.

“Are you kidding?” Tommy let out a laugh, “Leave you? And have to socialize with people alone? I think not.”

That might have been why you were such good friends.

You smiled at him as you drew closer to the home, a sign that read ‘Welcome, Smosh’ greeting you at the entryway.

According to Tommy, this party was thrown to celebrate Ian and Anthony’s ownership of Smosh. You hoped you dressed right for that occasion. You weren’t sure what outfits said congratulations YouTuber businessmen!

Tommy knocked on the door and the man who must’ve been Ian—he was hosting the event—answered.

“Hey, Tommy! Glad you could make it,” he said.

“As if I would miss a chance to see if Anthony was actually real,” Tommy joked.

“Heard that,” the man who you guessed was Anthony peeked out from behind Ian, stirring a drink.

“He’s not a myth!” Tommy exclaimed.

You cleared your throat not-so-subtly.

“Right,” Tommy started, “Ian, Anthony, this is my friend (Y/n).”

You shook both of their hands in turn. “It’s nice to meet you. Congratulations on the whole buying Smosh thing.”

“Wait, we bought Smosh?” Ian joked, “Anthony, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Wasn’t me,” Anthony teased, “I thought you must’ve.”

You decided you liked both of them as Tommy led you through the doorway.

You were met with a large, spacious living room with decorations and tables dedicated to drinks and refreshments.

You were surprised to see that you were some of the first people to arrived. You’d figured you’d be somewhat late—because Tommy had spent an hour making you rate each of his outfit options before finally selecting one.

Then again, you weren’t exactly surprised you were early—Tommy’s driving still scared you a little bit, but, hey, at least you got places quicker.

“Tommy!” You heard a voice call, and you turned to find a woman standing by the refreshment table and waving your friend over.

“Hey Angela,” he called back, walking towards her. You followed.

“Angela,” Tommy started, “This is—”

“(Y/n)?” She interrupted. “Yeah, seen her on your instagram. Do you know if there’s gonna be a cake?”

“Stalker,” Tommy coughed into his hand and you just laughed.

At least someone here knew who you were.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Angela,” you told her.

“Ditto,” she shot back. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” you beamed. Maybe your outfit choice had been a win after all.

“Hey, are you good if I see if there’s a little boys room around here?” Tommy asked you. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Go for it,” you told him, “Have fun.”

“I’ll try,” he said, walking down the hall.

You were left with Angela. She was currently eating an olive off of a stick. You were pretty sure those were supposed to go in drinks, but who were you to stop her fun.

You turned your attention to the front door where more people were starting to file in now.

“So,” Angela began, “You wanna see if there’s a cake here?”

But you were distracted by the man who had just entered the house.

He was wearing a blue-and-white striped button down tucked into dark jeans, a black blazer overtop it. You watched as he greeted the hosts and began talking to other partygoers.

“Hey,” you asked Angela, “Who’s that?”

You tried to point out the man as discreetly as you could.

“Spencer?” She said loudly. You winced, glad the party had gotten louder. “What about him? You know him?”

“No, I just—He’s cute,” you confessed, blushing.

She smiled knowingly. “Oh, got it. Want me to call him over here? Spencer!”

“No!” You interrupted her. “No, don’t do that.”

But it was too late. The man—Spencer—must've heard Angela, because he smiled and waved before heading in your direction.

“Hey Ange, what’s up?” He asked her.

“Nothing much,” she rocked back and forth on her feet. “Hey! Have you met (Y/n)?”

Spencer turned to you, his gaze landing on first your face and then your outfit and then back to your face.

You willed yourself not to blush. He was even more attractive up close and the way his eyes bore into yours didn’t exactly do anything to make him less appealing.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Spencer said, “Do you work at Smosh?”

“No,” you answered, “I’m just a plus one.”

“I knew I would’ve remembered you,” he said, picking up on of Angela’s olives.

Now you could do nothing to stop the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I—” you got out, “I’m just here with Tommy.”

“What about me?” Tommy asked, coming up behind you. “Oh, hey Spencer.”

“Sup man,” Spencer addressed Tommy. “I was just meeting your girlfriend.”

Angela snorted.

“Not my girlfriend,” Tommy rolled his eyes at Spencer.

“His loss,” Spencer turned to you, mock whispering, “You could do better anyway.”

“I’m going to pretend that wasn’t offensive,” Tommy said, picking up one of Angela’s olives before gagging and spitting it out.

“I forgot I hate olives,” he said through coughs.

“Well,” Spencer said, “I can’t be near someone with such bad taste in—vegetables? fruits? whatever the hell olives are—so I’m going to bounce. It was nice meeting you (Y/n). Congratulations on the breakup.”

Spencer gestured between you and Tommy before walking away. You let out a breath.

“Ok, is it just me or was he totally flirting with you?” Angela whispered.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“That was flirting if I’ve ever seen it. Tommy, back me up.”

“As far as straight people flirting goes…yeah. I’d say he was,” Tommy said, considering.

You blushed again. Had he been flirting with you? He had seemed…friendly, at least. You were already sad that he was gone. You liked his quick wit and easy conversation skills.

And the whole finding him really attractive thing didn’t hurt.

“Is it warm in here or is it just me?” You asked them.

“I think it’s Spencer,” Angela sing-songed.

“Very funny,” you crossed your arms. “But actually, I think I’m going to see if there’s a coat closet or something.”

You took off your jacket and headed down the hall. You stopped at the first door you found—it looked closet-like enough.

Judging from the row of sweaters and coats that greeted you, your guess had been correct.

You began to hang your jacket, stopping when you spotted the blazer Spencer had been wearing.

You imagined what it would be like to wear it. Not now, of course—you swore it was like a hundred degrees in there—but you pictured yourself as Spencer’s girlfriend, sharing clothes, his scent engulfing you.

You snapped yourself out of your fantasy. You had just met this man. You hardly knew him.

You quickly hung up your coat, closing the door and taking a minute to collect yourself before heading back out into the party.

Definitely not thinking about seeing Spencer again.

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You had come to the conclusion that a small army must’ve arrived in the short time it took you to discard your layers.

Apparently it was the style to arrive fashionably late, because the party had almost doubled.

Someone had begun blasting music and it was now so crowded that you couldn’t find Tommy amongst the partygoers.

“(Y/n)!” You heard someone call.

After a few seconds of scanning the room, you found Angela waving her arms to get your attention.

You squeezed through people to get to her.

“Are you looking for Tommy?” She had to yell to be heard over the music and chatter.

“Yes!” You shouted back.

“I think I saw him over by the appetizers! Don’t bother looking for a cake though, there isn’t a single slice in this place!” She pointed in the direction she was indicating and you began to make your way over there, bumping into people on your way.

You had just spotted Tommy a few yards away when you saw a flash of movement and suddenly red liquid dripped down your front.

You looked up in confusion to find Spencer directly in front of you, a look of shock on his face as he tried to figure out how he had been pushed forwards.

“My bad,” he shouted, looking down at the now-mostly-empty cup in his hand. “Don’t suppose we could blame this on whoever shoved me?”

You looked down at the dark liquid already forming stains on your light blue top, the fabric clinging to your body.

You shrugged. “What they don’t know can’t hurt them. I’ll transfer my grudge—and the 40 dollars this shirt cost—to whoever shoved you.”

Spencer smiled. “Phew. Glad we got that figured out—I almost had to pay 40 bucks for a shirt.”

“Bold for someone who technically still owes me,” you put your hands on your hips.

“Sorry,” he put his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. “Believe it or not I’ve actually never spilled punch on a pretty girl before, so I’m kinda playing this by ear.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling the room get warmer at his use of the word ‘pretty’.

“I should probably go change out of this,” you gestured to the material hugging your torso. “Good thing I brought a jacket.”

“I’d feel like a jerk if I didn’t offer to come with you,” he said.

“Oh, um, thanks for the offer but—”

“No, I insist,” Spencer cut you off, leaning closer and saying quieter, “Don’t tell anyone, but in not a huge party person.”

“Neither am I,” you confided back. “After you.”

You filed in behind Spencer as you made your way to the hall. It got gradually quieter as you walked farther and farther away from the center of the gathering.

You became aware of the fact that you and Spencer were going somewhere together. Alone.

Your pulse picked up and you told yourself the dampness though felt was just the punch soaking through your shirt.

Once you reached the closet, Spencer hung back and let you open the door.

“How many coats can one party have,” Spencer eyed the row, shaking his head.

“Don’t act like you didn’t contribute,” you said, looking for your jean jacket.

“Technically—” He stopped abruptly, looking at you with a smirk. “How did you know I have a jacket in here? Creep.”

You blushed for the millionth time that night. You’d forgotten when you said it that he didn’t exactly know you’d been eyeing his coat earlier.

“More like observant. You were wearing it when Angela introduced us,” you covered.

“But you don’t know I put it in here,” he raised an eyebrow.

“Where else would you have put it? The bathroom?”

“This coming from the girl wearing punch for a shirt,” Spencer gestured to your top.

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Random party-shover, remember? I thought we agreed that’s where the fault lies.”

“How could I forget,” you stepped into the small room, still digging for your jacket. Was it possible someone had moved it in the short time you’d left it alone?

“Wow, it’s so much quieter in here,” you said, ducking underneath the long shawls and sport coats.

Spencer stepped in with you, and you realized how close you were to him.

“Watch this,” he said, shutting the door and drowning out all noise.

It was calming, the break from the loud chaos. Unfortunately, you couldn’t fully enjoy the calm because the whole being in a tiny closet with Spencer thing didn’t exactly put your nerves at ease.

You turned around, still searching for your new shirt.

“Found it,” Spencer said, and you turned to find him standing next to you and skimming through the rack.

“My jacket?”

“No, the one I’m going to take home!” He pulled out a long, orange-and-purple shawl that looked like something your great-aunt would have worn.

“Good call, brings out your eyes,” you teased. “Oh, here’s my coat!”

You pulled it off the hanger, pausing.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“I kind of need to change,” you said.

“Oh, right,” he looked vaguely embarrassed. “I’ll just—”

He tried to turn around but got caught in the slew of coats. You giggled as a large sleeve landed on his head.

“New plan,” he finished, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. “My lids are sealed.”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t actually see you, pulling your shirt off and dropping it to the ground.

It was odd, changing in front of him. Even though you knew his eyes were closed, it still felt like he was watching you and you hurried to put the jacket on, buttoning it up quickly.

You looked at Spencer, who was rocking back and forth on his heels. He looked so vulnerable and respectful—and mildly uncomfortable.

Even though you hardly knew him, it felt like you had been acquainted longer. You couldn't attempt to deny your attraction to him. Just in the couple hours you had known him, you already thought he was kind and funny and charming and—

You watched him standing there, eyes still closed. You took a step closer to him, almost involuntarily.

“(Y/n)? Are you trying on all the coats?” His voice brought you back to reality.

“Just the old lady shawl,” you said.

“Well, in that case, you have to let me open my eyes.”

“I already took it off, you’re too late,” you teased. “It was too sexy to be seen by any eyes other than my own.”

Spencer ran his tongue over his bottom lip. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“That I believe,” he almost whispered.

You were silent for a moment, before taking another small step towards Spencer.

You took a deep breath.

“(Y/n)? Can I open my eyes now?”

You didn’t answer him, closing the distance between you until you were inches apart.

You took in his features and before you could talk yourself out of it you leaned towards him and placed your lips on his. You felt him tense up.

“You can open them now,” you whispered.

Spencer’s stunned expression lasted only a moment before a heat filled his eyes and suddenly he was kissing you back.

He grabbed your waist with one hand, the other going to rest in your hair as he kissed you harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as your back found the wall, engulfing you in the sea of coats.

“God, (Y/n),” Spencer mumbled against your lips.

You gripped him harder. This moment was everything you imagined it would be. This was so much better than the party.

You felt like you could do this for the rest of the night. Because, damn Spencer was a good kisser.

You pressed up against him, deepening the kiss as your nails dug into his shoulder.

Neither one of you noticed the closet door opening.

“(Y/n) was right, it is hot in here,” a voice was saying, but you and Spencer were too wrapped up in each other to notice.

“They can afford an indoor fountain but not a air cond—”

You heard a cry of surprise as the closet door opened fully. You and Spencer pulled apart, gasping as you looked up at Tommy, who looked just as horrified to see you as you were to see him.

“Well,” Tommy started, “I was just saying how hot it was out there, but it seems it’s much hotter in here.”

You and Spencer looked at each other, grinning sheepishly. You were still breathless. You noticed you were standing on a coat that must’ve been knocked from its hanger.

“It’s kind of a long story,” you started.

“Basically there’s some guy out there attacking people with punch,” Spencer finished, looking at you, eyes sparkling.

“I’ll be on the lookout,” Tommy said, a confused look on his features.

You couldn’t stop smiling at Spencer.

“Well,” Tommy clapped his hands together, “I guess I’ll—leave you to it. Have fun.”

“And tell me all about it later,” he mock-whispered to you.

He started to shut the closet door before turning around.

“Oh and (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you toss me my coat?” He gestured to the one that was currently under your foot. You hadn’t even recognized it as his in the dim lighting of the room.

That, and you’d been a bit distracted. Your heart leapt just thinking about what Tommy had interrupted. Your hand found Spencer’s in the dark

“I thought you said it was hot out there?” You asked, throwing his sweater to him.

“It is,” he sighed, “But my keys are in the pocket.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Angela and I are going to go buy a cake.”

“Does that woman think of anything else?” You laughed

“Pick us up some olives,” Spencer threw in, blinking up at him.

“Why not,” Tommy shrugged, “let’s hit all the stores in California.”

“You sure you won’t miss the party?” You asked him.

“Nah, I was gonna bounce anyway. I accidentally shoved some guy pretty hard in the back earlier, but I don’t think he knows it was me. I don’t want to test my luck.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! look out for more spencer fics in the near future 🫶 also bonus points if you found the himym reference 🤭

#spencer agnew #spencer agnew x reader #smosh x reader #smosh #smosh imagine #smosh fanfiction #tommy bowe #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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allfearstofallto · 17 hours

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What would Yuri (your yandere bulter OC) do if his lady had an arranged marriege and was meeting the person she was arranged to marry with?

(Y'all make me so happy I could die!! I've been unironically imagining this scenerio for months!!!)

Yandere! Male OC x Reader

“You're much too young to be wed,” Yuri whined softly as his cold finger tips helped you latch the clip of your necklace. A beautiful, pink gem nestled in the center of the neckware drew attention to your bare collar bone, the radiant skin of your chest, and the lovely smile you had just above it. Yet another piece of jewelry your mother had sent you from her travels, she had such a taste for things you liked, despite hardly being around.

You merely scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes in the tandum. While he tied your hair up, you dusted yourself with perfumed powder, staring at yourself the entire time, “You must be insane, Yuri. I'm actually past the average marrying age.”

That much was true. Girls of your status typically married much much younger, usually right after coming of age. Even you yourself received many letters begging for a chance to meet after your debutante, which Yuri would swiftly burn in your fire place when you expressed your distate. You had things holding you back. You longed for schooling, travel, and a the freedom of being young and not tied down. Both your father and Yuri took this news excitedly and never pushed for you to get wed. They both even excitedly told you that you'd never have to leave the manor and if you so pleased, you'd be pampered for the rest of your life.

It sounded nice in theory, living off of your fathers wealth and being a bachelorette until the day you died, but many women at your tea parties were talking about their prospects, fiances, and even their husbands, and suddenly you felt as if you could no longer relate anymore. And the even more harsh realization hit you, that you were lonely. You'd sit quietly at the table, sipping your tea nervously and realizing that maybe it was time for you to begin viewing romance in a different light, not as a hindrance chaining you down, but a new beginning in life.

Your father was expectedly saddened by your announcement and Yuri…well, Yuri’s expression was hard to read. He stood silently for a bit, his lips formed in a tight line, eyebrows starting to furrow a bit behind his thick, round glasses. It was a face you'd never seen him make before, him typically preferring laid back or soft expression.

“You can't actually be serious, my lady,” Yuri forced himself to not sound more hurt than he actually was, but if you listened closely, you could hear his voice tremble, “You always said you'd stay in the manor forever.”

You glanced at yourself once over again in your full body mirror, feeling shy and almost slightly over dressed in the gown you chose. It was such a strange feeling, the way your heart was thumping in your chest, and you couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves. You could see Yuri behind you in your reflection, a frown still formed on his lips.

“I said that when I was eight! You can't trust the words of a child,”

Yuri sighed again, pushing his snow, white hair out of his face in a sign of stress. A stress reflex that you seldom saw him do. Yuri was a man that was so calm and composed, yet today he was showing so much anxiety. And for what, you'd didn't know.

“Then what of me? This man you're meeting, he's the Duke two cities over. I am here to serve you, my lady, won't I go with you?”

“I'd hate to uproot your life, Yuri,” you began with a sad tone. You couldn't fathom the idea that he could look any sadder, yet as you spoke, his face fell even farther, “B-but mother will be home shortly! She sent a letter saying that it will only be a few more weeks, you could still stay in the manor and tend to her instead.”

Your suggestion is met with a shallow, solemn shake of his head, “You are my life, my lady. I wish to serve no one else.”

#mai<3 answers #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere male #male yandere #yandere content #yandere aesthetic #yandere

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fanaticsnail · 19 hours

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Don't you dare move, Captain

Hey Doc Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,900+

Synopsis: You dismiss your captain from duty to behave as your personal assistant as a form of punishment. While working, you finally notice something on the tip of his nose that you need to help him with

Themes: Platonic!Kid x gn!reader, softness, little bit of flirting, swearing, medical practice, patient x doctor, pimple popping, skin care, platonic kisses, reader is referred to as "Doc" - the doctor of the Kid Pirates

Notes: Something little to get me out of the writings block slump. These pirates need a good skincare regime for the amount of war-paint they wear.

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sinning-23 @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @sordidmusings @nerium-lil

“Hey Doc, this one of the good ones?” the gruff voice of your captain called over to you without moving his head. Glancing over your shoulder, you witness his raised hand hovering over his shoulder.

Looking at the white and cream cloth material, you notice the fray of the woven bandage was not as intense as the others and softly sigh.

“You know, Cap,” you mumble beneath your breath, turning back to face your desk and sorting through your surgical equipment, “If I have to baby you each time you pick up a bandage and tell you whether it’s good to use, or we should chuck it, I’m gonna fly into a fucking rage.” Your captain Eustass Kid cackled at you, placing it into the discard pile and picking up another.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point, you know?” he muttered beneath his breath, furrowing his brows and concentrating on sifting through the supplies. “This is fucking boring, and I should be doing other shit. Remind me why I’m doing this again?”

Pushing back your rotating desk chair, you swooshed through your office space and slammed the back of the chair against the wall in front of your captain, while remaining seated on the plush surface. Glaring down into his bowed head, he avoided your gaze with a soft grimace on his features to hide his sheepishness.

“Because I caught you with a needle in your hand, ball bearings flying through the air, and hovering dangerously close to Heat’s belly button as if to pierce it. We’ve spoken about it, you said you’d stop, and you fucking didn’t,” you chastise him, prompting him to further recoil from your fury. “So I dismissed you from your duties as captain, as is my prerogative as doctor on board, and you are to remain with me until I decide you’ve learnt your lesson.”

He grumbled beneath his breath, mimicking your voice in a mocking tone back at you, and bobbing his head from side to side. Red flashed over your features, prompting you to reach down and harshly collect his chin beneath your grip and raise his face to meet with yours. Kid looked up at you in surprise at your intensity while expecting to be met with a violent glint in your eye, and lips curled into a snarl.

In lieu of finding such an expression, he found your gaze unexpectedly perplexing. Eyes wide and partially glazed over, you held your gaze intensely against the pointed tip of his nose as a sick, sadistic grin spread across your lips.

While still holding his chin in your grip, you blindly reached down and sought out a pair of latex rubber gloves, a gauze pack, a padded plaster, and a pair of tweezers from your left breast pocket. He darted his eyes between yours, shocked as you slid off your chair and straddled his lap, pushing him down onto his back and sitting comfortably on his stomach.

“Don’t you dare move, Captain,” you warned him, your voice low and intense. He gulped, sweat beginning to pool at his temple as he continued to study your face. Your eyes bore into his nose, the sickening snap of your gloves meeting your wrist causing his mind to flood with every possibility.

“What are you-?” he began, halting as you bully his chest to lie flat down on his back with your elbow and forearm.

“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” you growl down into him, pushing all your weight against his chest and pinning him beneath your thighs. Your hands draw up to splay over his cheeks as your thumbs anchor against his nose. “It’s ready.”

“Oi, what’s ready? What’s ready?” he frantically panted, attempting to scramble back with his right arm pawing at his side. Raising your left leg, you stamped down on his right wrist and pinned him in place.

“I told you all at the last place to use the goat-milk oat soap to wash your face with, especially after donning the paints and tints you all wear,” you whispered through your teeth, grinning down at him, “Or your pores get compacted and clogged, resulting in that fuckin' thing.” You pointed with your chin towards his nose, prompting him to cross his eyes in search of the object.

Sure enough, the large compacted head of a blocked pore was swollen in a vibrant red surrounding the dark tip. The throbbing of pus beneath the surface of the welt pulsated and filled his face with a hot, achy swell.

Kid gulped, looking from the tip of his nose up to meet with your dangerous gaze. Glaring at him, you deepened your lunge and bore yourself down on him with a deep scowl to scold him with. He couldn't move, feeling pinned and helpless against your body as you place your palms on either side of his cheeks.

“I'm gonna pop it,” you whisper menacingly down at him, “And then I'm gonna wash your damn face.” Your captain did nothing to move, frozen in his place as you placed your glove-donned thumbs on either side of his nose.

“Wire is the only one who listens to me about skincare,” you whispered, testing out the taut skin with a soft press of your thumbs, “And look at him. Man’s in his forties, and he's gorgeous.” Kid frowned at your comment and winced at your pinch.

“Got a thing for the big, stoic guy, huh?” he growled out as you pressed harder against his nose, “Oi, this fuckin’ hurts. Let up a bit, would ya?” You glare at him and push your thumbs closer together as the dark tip to the welt begins to protrude from the red mound.

“I don't have a thing for any of you lot, Cap,” you glare at him, moving the gauze to collect the small amount of puss that spilled from his nose, “You're being a baby. You've had your arm blown off, your face scarred and maimed. This is nothing.”

You continued pressing, being as gentle as you could while extracting the blocked pore from his flesh. With one final press, it all came out with a ‘pop’ and a rapid spill from the welt. He groaned as you cleaned him up with gauze and cotton tips.

“There now. Was that so bad?” you coo down at him with a mocking tone. He grumbled something inaudible beneath his breath and poured at you. Continuing to clean up the small amount of blood seeping from the oozing sore, he studied your face knit in concentration.

Darting his eyes between yours before sparing a glance to how quickly you managed to pin him, he pursed his painted lips on deep thought.

“Go lay down on the cot, and put your head on the pillow,” you order him, finally releasing him from your pin and raising to your feet. He laid there for a few moments and glaring at you as you began to gather a few items and placed them beside the bench. Washing your hands thoroughly at the sink, you wipe them on some paper towel before discarding them in your waste bin.

Rising to his feet, he followed your order and laid flat on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Moving your rotating chair behind the cot, you cranked the side a few times to extend the height to hover over him. He scowled at you before his eyes widened in curiosity.

Rotating a whisking brush in a small bowl, frothy suds appeared. You gathered the lather and began to roll it in your four fingers against one another.

Kid remained silent, hypnotized by your motions as you drew your hands down to his cheeks and rubbing firmly against his face. He attempted to initially fight the hands that sought to tame him, but gave into the touch as you smoothed over his flesh with your skilled fingers.

Removing the rent tint from his lips and dark paint over his eyes, his eyelashes met as he clamped them tightly shut to avoid the sting of soap. A hot, damp towel stroked at his skin, prompting him to release a lengthy sigh at the warmth. You hummed down at him as he gave into the touch.

His shoulders relaxed their tension against the cot, his belly deflating as his back melted into the firm mattress. Captain Eutass Kid was putty beneath your hands, a small ghost of a smile rising over his lips the longer you dabbed at him. Cleansing his skin of the painted smears first, you spent time being as gentle as you could over the healing welt on the tip of his nose.

Wiping away the crust of amber-tinged plasma, you applied a small amount of cream and antiseptic to the crater on his nose. Finding a small, star-shaped patch, you opened it and placed it over the small wound. His eyes opened as he gazed his wide eyes up to meet with your concentrated expression.

“There,” you hum with a soft cock of your head. Taking a moment to yourself, you hesitate before leaning down and pressing your lips softly to the small spot over his nose. Pulling away, you narrow your eyes and tease down at him, “Was that so bad? All you have to do is wash your face every now and again and you won't-.”

“-The hell d’you kiss me for?!” your captain barked at you, immediately springing up in his seat and glaring down at your position at the head of the cot. You rolled your eyes at him and began packing up for equipment in a neat pile before turning away towards the sink.

“Sorry, sir,” you abrasively apologized over your shoulder, “Forgot that wasn’t in your care plan.” He huffed behind you before jumping off the cot and stomping over towards you. Gently shoving your shoulder with his right arm, he turned you to face him.

“What do you mean ‘your care plan,’ huh?” he spat angrily down at you, “Who’s care plan is it in? How long have you been giving them away? Why the hell isn’t it in mine?” You scoff at him while leaning your hips back on the sink behind you.

“One: I have a file for different treatment preferences, and some of those preferences involve hugs and kisses. Two: Doctor-patient confidentiality.” You fold your arms over your chest while arching your brow high at him, “Three: Since you hired me. And, Four,” you step away from the sink and hold your ground, “Do you want it to be?”

His brow was deeply furrowed, his lips curled back to reveal a deep grimace as he puffed out his chest and stared you down. From your shorter stature, you managed to look down your nose at him with an unwavering intensity. A short quiver was depicted in his grimace before it was replaced with a soft pout.

He rounded his eyes, hanging his head and slouching his shoulders. His forehead brushed with yours as he leaned down to slump against you, uttering a single word with a soft sniffle.

“Yes.”

Raising your hand, your arm wraps and cradle his neck and drawing him against your shoulder. He rubs his freshly cleansed head against the ball of your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. You roll your eyes and gently soothe him by caressing his soft, red hair and holding him firmly in place.

“I suppose you expect a pay rise with this, huh, Doc?” his muffled voice questioned you with a soft hint of malice in his tone. You shook your head and drew his right arm around your back before hooking your other hand over his neck to rejoin the one there.

“No, Cap,” you coo at him, gently rubbing his shoulders, “This I'll do for free.”

#one piece #x reader #hey doc #eustass kid #kid pirates #kid x reader #kid & reader #gn!reader #eustass kid x reader #op kid x reader #doctor x patient #pimple popping #a little bit gross #one piece x reader

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gojoest · 3 days

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at the end of the day i am so very picky about the satoru content i choose to consume :,)

#— ai rambles #we are all free to do whatever we want here and write characters as we please #but man. the things i’ve seen and how that’s not him AT ALL #like when we write fanfic we more or so make the said character a bit ooc one way or another #like that’s inevitable #but i’ve seen things #where he’s got 0 of the basic traits at least that makes him gojo satoru #like it’s just the name that’s gojo satoru the rest is more like kenjaku ngl #are we on the same page with character analysis sometimes i wonder #once again i am not judging anyone here okay pls nobody take this personally #i am simply super picky about what i read and like when it comes to him #ur all doing wonderful for creating art i am just a huge bitch when its about him that’s all

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froyaoya · 3 days

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home┊prologue┊002

001: iced lemon loaves & self deprecating humor

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cw: language, mentions “maul” “die” & sexual jokes

“do you not have any friends?” a tousled head of dirty blond stands before you, his toned arms crossed over his chest. it’s only been five minutes; he’s already cutting five years off of your lifespan.

there’s a heartbreaker kind of look in his eyes that warns you to avoid him. you ignore it. “that’s an odd question to ask a stranger.” he’s not your type anyway; it doesn’t matter how much he pesters you.

“we don’t have to be strangers.” he stretches his hand out. “I’m miya atsumu, and my friend thinks you’re hot.” friendly (suspicious), you shake it.

“you or your friend?”

as he opens his mouth to reply, the door chimes cut him off. three people walk in. one is trailing behind the two—defeated, like he’s failed a mission. you look at the one that talked to you, and then to him. twins, you note. this one’s got better hair.

there’s a reserved figure that walks ahead of them with an air of authority around him. the captain? you wonder, noticing the sport uniforms. he bows at you politely. you like this one.

“don’t listen to him.” the third person speaks up, and your mouth goes agape. he’s gorgeous. “sorry on his behalf.” he’s perfect.

“do you all play soccer or something?” you wince at their reactions.

“volleyball, actually.” — twin #1.

“oh! my bad!!!” you pale. god. “that’s cool. cool cool cool. cool.”

“cool with you if we get something to eat?” god’s favorite teases, all the others staring at you both. your ears turn a deeper shade of red each second.

“..huh?” you blank.

“oh. RIGHT. um, what can I get you?” you want to crawl in a hole and die, but hiding behind the counter will do for now.

you hear crickets as atsumu opens his mouth. “your number?”

“for suna here.” he adds as he gestures.

he clearly can handle himself, “ignore him. I’m not in the market for any relationships. nor am I interested.”

miya glares at him. “that’s mean, man. she looks disappointed.”

“I’m not.” you correct. “even if I was, it’s not like I’d have a chance.” your lips move faster than your brain.

“talk about self deprecating humor.” gray-haired twin #2 smiles at you, considerate. that lets your shoulders relax a bit.

“this is all really awkward,” suna says, “but we could really use some cupcakes or something.”

the captain steps up, and you maybe unintentionally notice that suna’s the tallest. “can we please get those cookies that were on twitter? if it’s not a problem.” he’s formal.

“sure. how many?”

“four.” the twins echo.

“make that three.” — s

you look up at him, confused. “you don’t want anything?”

“those look good.”

you follow his line of sight, and grin. iced lemon loaves.

“yeah. good pick.”

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author’s note: i made tsumu the punchline / punching bag in this au but oh well 😭 it had to be someone 😭 i also hate writing the embarassed / nervous character SO MUCH i cringe while i write.. i really don’t like this episode but idk what about my writing irks me here and IDK WHAT TO CHANGEEE i need 2 learn how to write dialogue better cause im DYINGGGGHHH OVER HERE

@phoenix-eclipses @thechaosoflonging @yuminako @nbcvs @tenjikusstuff4 @intergalacticrory @sonicsolos @yenonnoff @wyrcan @cnnmairoll @causenessus @reads-stuff-quietly @giocriedpower @applepi25 @gra-eae @lilchubbyyy @thvvluvr @toges-cough-syrup

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #hq smau #smau series #haikyuu #hq x y/n #hq x you #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader

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moodymisty · 23 hours

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Author's Note: I was originally going to pair this with a drawing I had been working on, but I don't think I'll have the gusto or confidence to finish it. I didn't hate the snippet though, So I figured I would just post it. If you want the rest of the idea, I guess say? I don't know who here enjoys Elden Ring besides myself and one or two others.

Relationships: Messmer (Pre shattering)/Fem!Reader (third person)

Warnings: Excessive verbosity, Elizabethan pronouns

The flowers lay against the red fabric of her dress, bright like freshly spilled blood against a sea of gentle greens, pinks, blues. The flower held plucked between her fingertips now bereft of the roots that gave it life is a gentle orange, flowing into yellow like the hottest part of a flame. She simply examines it, as if there's something within it's simple nature that she finds interesting.

Messmer stands in silence watching petals of the flower field flow in a gentle breeze, hair red like fire sticking to his lips.

He approaches, feeling the brush of soft velvety petals against exposed skin. He doesn't know how long he's stood here, but his curiosity about such a peculiar mortal doing quite honestly nothing at all; It has inspired him to take a more keen interest.

“Thou hast remained raptured by such a boring flower for quite a time.”

She turns, looking up towards him. Her shift in movement alters her body, showing the flowers and grass that has molded to the ground underneath her body. She has been here for a bit- the flowers make no effort to defy the position she has crushed them into.

“Lord Messmer, I am so sorry, should I not be here?”

He stares downward, singular eye slightly hooded. This field is nothing; If there are plans for it none have come to fruition, and still now it remains as another sunlight extravagance of Queen Marika. There is barely even a path, only a small winding remnant of one being overtaken by more flowers.

She looks up at him, awaiting the answer that will send her away. The way she looks up at him is unfamiliar; He is the hideous nest of the abyssal serpent, and yet her gaze isn't wavered.

“No. Thine with is thy own,” The bottom head of his eternal woven snakes drifts close in its monotonous swaying, though she pays no mind. Perhaps she doesn’t notice, or simply doesn’t care. “If thou wants to play with flowers, I needn’t care.”

She looks away, her fingers twirling the flower stem between them. Adrift in thought but for only a moment.

“Though... I should go; I am sure he wonders where I am by now.” She rises to her feet, the flower falling from her hand and getting forever lost among the sea of so many others. He wonders who she's referring to, but not for long.

Messmer leans over and holds her shoulder firm for a moment, stopping her walk. He leans down further, takes another flower of the same color, and plucks it from its life to wilt in her hands as he gently places it there.

How cruel he is, even to things so simple as flowers.

“Take one with thee. A reminder to return.”

#elden ring x reader #messmer x reader #messmer the impaler x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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jaeyunluvbot · 3 days

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[ RECKLESS DRIVING ! ]

eighteen. party pt. 2

𝜗𝜚 You're currently hiding out on a random balcony in the freezing cold air, suddenly wishing you'd brought a jacket.

Your friends were all inside, drunk or in the process of getting there. You'd elected not to drink, deciding that someone had to stay sober to wrangle your crew of friends home later in the night.

You're mindlessly scrolling on your phone when the door opens, and your head jerks up to look at who's coming out to the balcony.

You sigh in relief as you realize it's Minho, a new-ish barista you'd worked with a few times and overall chill guy.

"Oh, hey Minho." You smile as he sits next to you.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you not freezing?" He groans and cradles his head in his hands, clearly having had a bit too much to drink.

"Oh, I am, but I'd rather be out here where it's quiet than inside with all those people." You grimace, you had been on edge all night, swearing you kept seeing Jake or his friends on the faces of random people at the party.

He smiles and shakes his head, "You're so weird Y/N."

You smile back and the conversation lulls into silence.

You pull out your phone, looking at Jake's twitter, searching for any sign of what he's doing tonight so you can stop worrying.

Your stalking session is interrupted by the door opening once again, a figure emerging from the party.

Your heart drops as you realize who it is, the one person you'd been avoiding.

"Jake." You offer a polite, albeit tense, smile. He sighs in relief and then his smile drops as he notices Minho leaning on your shoulder.

"Hey Y/N, can we talk? In private?" He glares at Minho, who luckily takes the hint and squeezes your shoulder before heading back inside.

"Seriously Jake?"

"Y/N, please, hear me out." Jake pleads, the serious look in his eyes alarming you.

You sigh and gesture to the seat next to you. Jake notices you shivering and laughs quietly, "You never learn, do you?"

He drapes his jacket over your shoulders in a way that's shockingly reminiscent of the first time you hung out.

"Ok, you have two minutes until I grab my friends and leave."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for how I acted that night. I know I shouldn't have done it. I was pissed off and I took it out on you."

You shake your head, willing yourself to stay strong. "I get it Jake, I just don't get why you said all those things..."

He frowns, gently reaching for your hand, which you decide to allow, for now.

"I was just jealous, I don't know if you can tell, but I like you, a lot. I've liked you for a while, and seeing you run to Beomgyu for comfort just pressed a button in me. I know I shouldn't have said it, and I've regretted it since it came out of my mouth."

Your jaw drops at his confession, "Jake, have you been drinking?"

"Not a single drop, I knew I had to do this sober, so I can properly show you how sorry I am."

You chuckle and shake your head, "You're so dumb, Jake."

He begins to stutter, trying to convince you of how regretful he was. You laugh at his flustered state and squeeze his hand, "I like you too, even though you're dumb and way too intense."

"I deserved that one," He laughs and gazes into your eyes.

You feel your heart beat a little faster as he leans in closer to you, lips ghosting over yours, warm breath fanning across your face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, clearly unsure. You laugh and grab his collar, pulling him in gently, your lips meeting in what can only be described as a flutter of fireworks in your chest.

You pull away after a minute and admire his breathless state, "If you ever do something like that again, I'll let Yves kill you."

He nods enthusiastically and ensures you he'll never mess up that badly again.

You spend the rest of the party just talking, working out how exactly your relationship would work after this, wanting to take it kind of slowly, since you'd only been friends for about a month at this point.

When your friends eventually clamber their way outside to find you snuggled up to Jake on the balcony, their jaws drop and you laugh.

When you crawl into your bed later that night, you feel a warm feeling in your chest, heightened even more by the messages Jake has sent you since the two of you parted ways after the party. 𝜗𝜚

𝜗𝜚 author's note - THEY FINALLY CONFESSED WE CHEERED. also this might be the end but i'm probably gonna write a few bonus chapters than can be read in addition to this story or as standalone imagines.

𝜗𝜚 taglist - @dreamiestay @haechansbbg @n1k1mura @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @bluxjun @lilifiedeans @rikisly @dojaejunging @nctsshoes2 @noobgod1269 @seunghancore @fluerz @ilovejungwonandhaechan

#kpop #jake sim x y/n #jake sim x you #jake sim x reader #jake sim #jaeyunluvbot #kpop smau #enhypen smau #enhypen #sim jaeyun x you #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun #college au #university au #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #angst #light angst

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bakubunny · 3 days

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Hello, and a wonderful day (evening in my case) to you bunny Since it's friday, I thought I might share with the class. I warn you up front, my brain is hardwired to write in third person (I love all x reader-writers, they're a breed to be admired ❤). Bls just try to roll with it 👉👈

The following contains a bit of angst and implied smut 😊

It wasn’t that much of a rare occasion for him to come home late. Really late.

The alarm clock on her bedside displayed a bright green “3:26 AM”, and his princess was sleeping like the dead. Rolled onto her back, a hand over her heart and probably unmoving the entire night. If he didn’t notice the subtle rising and falling of her chest, he would’ve thought she was dead.

Aizawa sighed and stripped down, ready to take a shower before he crawled to bed next to her. He felt horrible for not spending more time with his wife, but that’s just how it went with both of them being heroes. But even when she was forced to stay home on recovery, he still had to get out and do his work. Bills didn’t pay themselves after all, and both of them were Underground-Type heroes, meaning no merchandise or the likes as an extra income.

Just stepping into the shower, he turned on the hot water and sighed again.

Things were bad. Really bad.

Her habit of not giving a crap about getting injured on the job, thanks to her quirk being some sort of hyper regeneration, was already freaking him out on the regular, but this time she overdid it. By miles.

A man should protect his woman, not the other way around. And yet here he was, still trying to shake the image of her shoving him out of the way and taking the blow meant for him. The deadly blow. The one that broke her neck and left him with his wife dead for a minute or two.

Though he was relieved to the point of shedding tears when she started breathing again, he more and more got overrun with worries, to the point he couldn’t sleep without hearing her heartbeat.

After finishing his shower, he just went back to the bedroom with nothing but a towel on and sat down on the bed, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes.

He only knew her as an early silver fox. Hell, that’s how he had deduced her quirk was regeneration when they first met as teens, since depigmented hair and eyes were indicator markers. But after she took the blow for him, he came to realize what it really meant. Especially after the doctors checking her up afterwards told him why it was an indicator marker.

She really had overused her quirk to the point of full depigmentation at the tender age of 15.

Before, he had thought her step-brother had exaggerated when stating he had seen her die. Now he knew the bitter truth, and it scared him.

How many more times would she be able to pull this feat?

How long until her body just couldn’t keep up with the high demands of her quirk and gave up?

He shook his head in an attempt to shoo away the gloomy thoughts. She was safe, she was alive, that was important, nothing else.

Chewing on his inner cheek, he contemplated something absolutely selfish, but at the same time, he just had to make sure she wouldn’t be in any kind of danger ever again.

Slowly leaning over her, he ran a finger over her cheek, softly whispering: “Hey kitten …”

She slowly opened her eyes, sleepy blinks following, and only resulting in her red irises binding his attention even more. “Sho? … What time is it?”

“Past 3 AM …”

“ ‘s okay.” Her tiny stretch nearly melted his heart, it was just too cute. “Are you okay?”

A smirk graced his lips and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips, then multiple kisses on her neck, trailing up to her ear to whisper. “Sorry to not wake you up the usual way, but I have to ask something first.”

Soft gasps escaped her lips. Their usual way he was referring to, was him just going down on her while she was still sleeping, waking her up with eating her out like a man starved. “What is it darling?”

Gently nibbling on her ear, a wide grin threatened to split his cheeks open. “Can I please put a baby in you? I don’t want to wait any longer.”

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the feelings i have about this you don’t UNDERSTAND (or maybe you do) aizawa + real life + angst + making babies is like

it’s all i want to read about that man even though i’ll read just about anything. he is perfect. he is the loml and that is a fact.

#on fridays we share with the class #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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rimmir9 · 2 days

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Can I have a taste?

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: Unexpected romance develops between co-workers, going on dates, drinking some coffee and alcohol.

Genre: co-workers, slow development, fluff, smut

Warnings: 18+, social anxiety, one shot

Wordcount: 9.9k

second warning: might not make perfect sense, not really proofread, I've just started writing recently... soooo thank you for reading, and if you have suggestions, I am here.

You know that moment when life seems to make so much sense, like everything is perfectly aligned, but actually if you look further and deeper you wonder how the pieces came together?

Well, working on international projects was something indeed interesting. From your coworkers perspective, the best part was meeting new people and making new friends. You being introverted, that seem like the worst part of it. Most of the people you met were nice or at least interesting, and finding differences and similarities between cultures was also entertaining.

It wasn't the best always working at your company, but it had it's perks. Like in this moment, being at a full table with laughing people, good food and great atmosphere after the end of a successful project. Everyone was making cute promises of new meetings and new ideas to put into practice. The overall effervescence of some wine and excitement was intoxicating.

You were sitting next to the only other girl from the big team and one of your coworker, being guarded and trying to interact as least as possible. It wasn't that you didn't like them, but it was a giving you a lot of anxiety being in a group, trying to throw in some ideas in the discussion. Being around some many passionate people about their field was a bit overwhelming. You were quite good at what you were doing, and you enjoyed it but it seemed like never enough to get on into this talks. Following all the ideas of all the people at the table was getting exhausting.

At the right moment you get a message from your boss asking you for some documents as urgent as possible. You're getting so caught up into finding what he asks that you don't even hear that someone asked you a question. But you heard silence, some laughter and raised your head from the phone to look around. Of course half of the people are looking at you, your coworker Hoseok comes at your rescue, making a small joke about the fault in being a workaholic and repeating the question for you.

"How it is to work in a project just with men?" You're looking to your left for the other girl and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Sara?" you ask.

"I think she went for a smoke" another guy at the table answers.

"Hmm. Fine, I guess. We delivered what we had to deliver, so great." you answer and want to go back to your business. The idea for a distraction for them appears "You could ask my coworkers how was for them, because they mostly work in teams mostly formed by women, being more old in the company, I'm sure they have better insights on that. Guys?! you inquire and as soon as the conversation gets lively again you get to your phone, sipping on the water with lemon you had on the table.

As it gets noisier you get up to find a place a bit less agitated for you to focus. You know this place quite well so you identify quickly your spot, next to a staircase with a comfy chair and take a sit. But it doesn't take long until you get interrupted again. This time by one of the members from another country.

"Hei! What you doing down there?"

"I just need to solve some things urgently and I can't find this thing." you answer as politely as possible, because this was Yoongi. He was one of the first people you worked with outside your company. He was really nice, always helpful and seemed like a good person. And you wanted to be nice to him.

"How are you?" you ask seeing him still there, not quite ready to leave.

"Good. I really like this city, and the food is great."

"Yeah, it has his qualities." you didn't like your city, but you tried your best not to show that.

As you started getting more pings from your boss, you feel the need to hurry and ask Yoongi if he needs anything.

"I was looking for the toilet actually."

"Aah. I see. Well, it's right ahead, then you do a left next to the bar and then right and then you'll see the doors." you answer looking at Yoongi, seeing him now better, red in the cheeks, glassy eyes and leaning against the wall. He was a bit too drunk, and you chuckle to yourself at this tall, dizzy guy, looking for the bathroom.

You get up and start walking towards the restrooms. "Come after me." you say with your eyes still glued to your phone. He follows and enters the room after saying a shy thank you. With your eyes still looking for the files, you walk slowly towards your comfy hidden chair. But after a few minutes, Yoongi's back and seems a bit more fresh, with some droplets hanging at the ends of his hair, probably splashed some water on his face.

"Thank you, you're really good at giving direction. You could be a great guide." says he and then slowly goes back to the other people.

You wonder what is it with these people and their weird statements, but get over this thought quickly as you found the files you were looking for. You send them and dread the moment because now you have to get back to the table with the others.

As you get closer, you notice Yoongi took the seat next to your now empty one and you think to yourself that this should definitely get into some conversation, you have no escape at this point. Somehow, you don't despise the thought. You appreciated him, even though you have never seen each other until this week. You always talked through the phone, e-mails or online calls. Now you could also appreciate how handsome he looked, but you needed to stay as professional as you could and as you should.

You take your sit, trying to get into some small talk with the girl next to you, starting with complimenting her hair. You don't really know Sara, and try to ask some question to keep the conversation going. How did she start working with her team, what did she study, how the week felt like for her. The conversation runs smooth and you praise yourself for that.

After some time you feel a poke on your shoulder, and turn around not realising until now that you've almost turned with your back towards the people on your right. And you see Yoongi asking for the bottle of sparkling wine next to you.

"You're sure you want this? Maybe this?" pushing some water towards him.

He takes the water, pours some in his glass and some in your glass. Then asking again for the wine. You comply giving him the wine, and he firstly pours in your wine glass that still had some on the bottom, then going for his glass, followed by Hoseok glass. He asks the girl next to you if she wants some and pours the rest of the bottle into her glass.

At this point you expect some kind of toast, it seems like he has something on his mind to say. He raises his glass, demanding the others to follow in his movement and says: "This city is amazing, I like it so much and I am impressed by all the good work you people have put in." then he looks at you briefly "I want to see more of it. Towards more interesting projects and new friends. Cheers!" finishing the short toast with the clinks of the glasses.

You don't know why, but you felt some goosebumps when Yoongi looked at you. But this means nothing, he will go back to his country, his life and you should get your mind out of the scenarios that start forming in your head.

As time passes, you start getting more immersed in the conversation you had with the people at the table, especially with Yoongi, realising you have so many interests in common. You feel more comfortable now and the wine definitely made it a bit easier to get through the night. Hoseok turns his head towards you asking if you're going to stay any longer, because he wants to get home. You shake your head, looking at the time and seeing it was past 11 pm. You turn your head to Yoongi with inquiring eyes. He looks at you a bit lost, but answers after sighing, that he is ready to leave.

The three of you got up, said your see you tomorrows and goodbyes, and headed towards the exit. You feel the dizziness from the alcohol getting stronger, but the cold autumn air makes it a bit easier.

"I think I'll walk for a bit before calling for a taxi."

Hoseok already called his taxi and tries to convince you to call quickly for one because it's late, you have work tomorrow and so on. He is a good friend, but sometimes he is too much of a control freak. So you say "I'll just walk Yoongi to his hotel and then get it from there." knowing it will be a ten minute walk, enough for you the feel better. Hoseok seems pleased with your solution, and Yoongi is looking stoic without saying anything.

"Only if that's alright with you, Yoongi!"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Of course it is!" says him as fast as possible.

Both of you walk in silence. You enjoy the cold breeze of the night and the rustling of leaves from the nearby trees and it feels quite peaceful. You hear a chuckle and look up towards Yoongi.

"What's funny?"

"How are you walking so fast? I was told I walk fast, but I feel I am putting some effort to keep up with you." Yoongi answers with another chuckle at the end.

"Ah, sorry! I think it's the wine for my speed and probably for you being a little more slow than the usual."

"Haha, maybe." followed by a long hmmm from him. You wonder what that sound was supposed to mean. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That hmmmm?!"

"Aaaah. I think I make this sound involuntarily when I'm thinking."

"Hmmm, I see. Hmmmmmm." You slightly mock the sound he made.

"Want to know what I am thinking about?"

You feel a trap, but you answer with "sure" anyways.

"I'm thinking…" he takes a moment before continuing "we definitely need to drink more water."

You agree, and as you see the hotel getting closer you get your phone and type in your address, ready to call for an uber. As you reach the hotel, you panic a little bit as no uber accepts your order. Yoongi stops next to you and asks if everything is alright.

"Yeah, but I think it takes a bit longer to get an uber at this hour."

"Hmm. I'll wait with you then."

"Don't worry, Yoongi. We have a long day tomorrow, I'll be fine. I'm sure someone will accept eventually."

"Don't say nonsense, I can't leave you by yourself. I would actually suggest to get into to lobby, drink something until your ride arrives."

You don't argue with that and feel a bit softer on the inside hearing that from him. You wonder why did you expect him to be less friendly. So you get inside, ask for some water at the still open bar and sit with Yoongi, talking about some of the countries he visited, and checking from time to time your phone.

15 minutes later a driver finally accepts your order, he is 3 minutes away. You let Yoongi know, and stand up, grabbing your bag. He follows you towards the exit and as you sit next to each other, he puts a hand on your shoulder, leaving it there for a bit too long, but you think about all the alcohol that was in his organism and try to not pay it attention. But the next thing surprises you, as the car stops in front of you, Yoongi closes the distance between you two with a small kiss on your cheek. "See you tomorrow! Yeah?"

"Mhm. See you tomorrow!" and you rush to the car. Was that something? It couldn't be. Your heart beats fast as you make comfortable in your sit. Maybe that's how he is with other people, friendly, french people always kiss each other on both cheeks when meeting. You try your best for the next 20 minutes to bring some sense to yourself and stop building expectations. As you get into your apartment, you check your phone one more time, and you have 3 new messages. One from Hoseok, one from your sister and one from Yoongi. All of them asking the same thing: "Have you arrived home?" you quickly send a Yes to all of them, and place your phone down trying to stop thinking about Yoongi.

"Shower and water, now." you say to yourself focusing on the moment.

The next morning brings a new sense of relief as it would have been the last day of work activities. Most important it will be just half of day, the rest being for the other people to visit your city on their own before leaving.

You get ready, read some e-mails on your way towards your first stop of the day, the coffee shop. This day required your favourite beverage, Iced Americano, before meeting with the others. After sipping the cold drink, you feel more ready to tackle this day, more prepared to block any Yoongi related thoughts.

At the office, everyone seemed to have the same need for coffee as you, as you found almost all of them around the coffee machine. Good thinking in getting your drink from another place. You greet everyone and try to wiggle your way to your place in the meeting room through the crowd. Not even placing your stuff on the table, you hear Hoseok asking you:

"It's october, I can't believe you bought an Iced Americano again. How could you drink that even now?"

"Hoseok, I already told you. This Iced Americano is the only coffee that I enjoy, so leave me alone and drink your bitter double espresso." You say in a jokingly manner, not realising Yoongi was behind you.

"Where did you get that?" he asks.

Startled, you give your answer, telling him about the coffee shop 10 minutes away from there. He looks at his watch and groans as you were supposed to start in just a few minutes the meeting. Yoongi takes the sit next to you and turns to face you: "Could you give me just one sip, I really don't like this coffee." whispers he pointing to the small cup in front of him.

You take your place and confused at his request you push your cold cup towards him. As he takes it from your hand, his fingers brush slightly over yours which brings some goosebumps up your arms. As fast as possible you start pulling out your stuff from your bag, looking down on your notebooks, sure that your cheeks were more rosy than the usual.

Yoongi groans a little after tasting the coffee "This is so good! You need to show me this place, Y/N?"

"I know, they have the best coffee. I'll give you the address later if you want to get one in our break."

He answers just with a mumble that you don't understand, getting another sip before giving your drink back.

For the next two hours of the workshop, Yoongi keeps on brushing in unintentional ways his arm against yours. You try to move yourself to give him more space to move when he explains his ideas, but somehow, each time he requires more space. By the end of the meeting you realise that you closed the distance between your chair and the empty one on your left. You sigh and think that these touchy people will drive you nuts one day. You don't enjoy being touched, you could even say you despised it. Not really, you like hugs from your favourite people and even cuddling. But with people close to you, not everyone. And this thing with Yoongi, it just fuels something that shouldn't be fueled.

The coffee break starts, you grab what is left of your iced drink and go to grab a mini croissant looking at the other people talking, forming small groups. You see Hoseok, Yoongi and other two people talking, and notice how Yoongi kind of retreats each time one of the other guys tries to touch him on his arm. You chuckle to yourself and wonder if he realises that he did the same to you. Your thoughts are interrupted by Hoseok who makes a gesture to join them. As you reach them he grabs your hand, telling the others how you don't like being touched by people, only if you know them for some time.

Once again you wonder what is with all these strange conversations these people have. You care a lot about Hoseok, but sometimes you want to punch him because making people aware of your quirks it's not on his employee responsibilities. But you knew him for such a long time, him actually being the one who recommended you for an interview at your actual company, so… you had enough time to get used to him.

"I am the same." answers Yoongi and it surprises you and start thinking if you should deconspire him or not. You decide not, but comment "Well, some people are more used to this and others are not. I think it's related a bit if you are in a relationship or not. If you've been in a relationship for a long time, it's probably more comfortable to be so touchy." You look at Hoseok, him being the first example for your statement. He nods and continues the talk, giving it a new twist. You've been always impressed with his way of making the conversation go into the whatever direction he wanted.

In your mind though, the thing Yoongi said about not liking being touched took a sit. The internal debate starting. He was so touchy, but he doesn't like being touched. Probably just lied, you think to yourself.

The rest of the programme passes smoothly, and at the end of it Hoseok asks how long everyone is going to be in the city. Most of them answer that they'll be leaving in a few hours or tonight.

"What about you, Yoongi?" Hoseok asks seeing he was the only one not answering.

"Actually, I'll be staying for a few more days to visit. If you have recommendation or want to plan anything, let me know."

"Oh, cool. For sure we'll plan something, I promised to show you to that Korean bbq place."

You follow the exchange in silence, until you hear your name called by Hoseok once again. "Y/N, let's organise with our team to see who would want to get together these days."

Nodding, you sigh at another event you need to be in charge of. It might be something informal, but you're so tired of so much socialisation. You just want a cozy night, some music and silence.

Maybe Yoongi felt your resentment that he announces that it could be the smaller team, no need in putting any effort into it. You look at him, smiling, grateful for his suggestion.

After all the other details have been discussed and all being done, almost all the guests left. You gather your notebook and laptop, getting ready to leave to your desk. By the door there is a small group of people still talking, as you pass by them you feel your elbow softly grabbed by someone, expecting to be Hoseok, you put your bored face: "What is it?"

"Hmmm."

Before you get to turn to look at him, you realise by the sound that is Yoongi, but the feeling stays the same.

"I was wondering if you could show me that coffee shop, maybe eat something there if they have any food?" asks him. You were hungry and the rumble in your stomach definitely approves his idea at the thought of those tasty sandwiches.

Your other coworkers get behind him: "What a great idea, Yoongi! We need to get some food, we're so hungry."

You follow the group who comes with new ideas for where to get lunch, finally deciding on another place.

"Hmmmm. Still, I think I want to get to that coffee shop. What about you Y/N?" "Yeah. I was kind of set on a sandwich from there and another coffee is more than welcome." you answer.

"Alright, then we'll meet back at the office. Yoongi, you're free to come also, if you don't have any other plans yet." says one in the group.

"Thanks, I'll think about it."

Now, with just the two of you, the conversation flows smoothly, with Yoongi asking about what he should visit next, where should he eat and what other activities you recommend until you reach the coffee shop.

He orders first "Two iced americano and two sandwiches!"

"Hei, I can order on my own." you pout.

"Well, I drank at least half of your morning coffee, so at least let me get that for you."

You try to convince him that isn't necessary, but he does not listen. Eventually, you give up, getting your food and drink and placing them on the small table next to the window. Yoongi follows you, sitting next to you.

"Why don't you sit in front of me? It's more space…" you ask, at which he just shrugs not bothering to answer and taking a bite.

"You were right Y/N, this place has great sandwiches and the best iced americano I've drank in this city.

You wonder "Have you been here before, in our city, I mean?"  "Yeah, a few times."

"Then why ask for places to visit. There not that much to see here."

"Hmmm." again that hmm, which you need to recognise, you were getting quite addicted to it.

"I wanted to hear about the places you like, so… yeah." follows Yoongi looking into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat and your cheeks are definitely red. Not knowing what to answer, you mumble a yeah and sip from your coffee.

Almost done with your meal you ask: "So Yoongi, you're coming to the office after we finish here?"

"You want me to come?" you almost choke at his come at his question, wondering if you're insane or if he is indeed in a flirty mood. You feel the need to step back a bit and tell him that is his choice, not yours.

"Alright, but I'll see you this evening. We are meeting at that restaurant Hoseok was telling us about. Yeah?"

"I'll think about it, I still need to catch up with some work."

"Hmmm. Y/N…. " mumbles he disapproving.

"Alright, alright. Let's get going now and I'll think about it."

He pulls a large smile, and slightly nudges you with his shoulder. "Good."

The day passes fast, still wondering if you should meet with the other for dinner. Noticing your excitement to meet Yoongi, you wonder if that's a good thing or not. He is just a friendly person, and the attention he's giving you makes you overthink this situation. But by the end of the work day, Hoseok and the others just assume you're coming, taking you with them and it's too late to back off now.

Arriving at the restaurant, Yoongi was already waiting for all of you sited at a table of six. Why does he look even more handsome and at the same time cute in this dimmed light. You place yourself strategically on the diagonal side of him so you could focus more on your discussion started with your friends from the office. This dinner not being a project meeting, your favourite coworkers could join. You are feeling more comfortable in this environment, with people you knew for a long time, so you laugh, and you drink, bottling up the small crush that was unfolding in the afternoon. But from time to time you throw a glance at Yoongi, and all you could think is how adorable he looks laughing and enjoying himself.

Around 9 pm you decide it's time to wrap up and go home, this was wholesome and fun, but tomorrow is Friday, another work day. You announce the others and grab your bag to leave, taking a last look at Yoongi, knowing you might not see him in person for a while.

"I'm really glad you came after all, Y/N!" said Yoongi as he gets up to give you a hug.

"Me too, Yoongi! Enjoy your stay here and have a safe trip." he squeezes you once more before letting you leave.

Why do even his hugs feel great, you think to yourself while getting into the uber.

Your phone pings noticing you got a message, it's Hoseok. The text is stupid, just a line of question marks and you think he might had a drink or two too much and ignore him for now. But five pings later you check the chat again to see what does he want.

Hoseokeeee: ????????? It's something going on? You and Yoongi? What is going on? Y/N? ????????

You: ???????????? What are you even saying????

Hoseokeeee: The hug????

You: What about it? He was just saying goodbye?!

Hoseokeeee: Y/N????? I know him for more than 3 years. He never hugs anyone, he barely shakes hands with us

You: ????? whaaaat??? Maybe he just felt friendly tonight, will probably hug you too

Hoseokeeee: We left! NOOO HUUUG he did gave us a handshake, but yet I am really suspicious! (detective emoji)

You: Ok. Maybe if you didn't leave all at the same time, he would have hugged you

Hoseokeeee: I don't want him to hug me

You: Yeah, sure (heart emoji) But honestly, don't overthink it. Nothing it's going on

Now you are the one who overthinks it. Is something really going on?

Barely getting any sleep, the morning arrives and you're tired and groggy and in desperate need of coffee. A large Iced Americano for you today.

At the office you are glad everyone seems to be on occupied with their own business, not even Hoseok tries to open the last night discussion, not even at lunch. At least there's that, and you think to yourself that everything is fine and nothing is going on actually. But the universe has a funny way of blowing up your life conclusion, as a message from Yoongi appears on your screen.

Min Yoongi: Hi! Tonight there's a opening of this gallery, and has some paintings by O'Keeffe exposed. Would you like to go?

First you wonder how did he recall about O'Keeffe, you don't even remember mentioning this artists name ever. Second you panic and your mind runs at full speed. Thirdly you wonder if he invited other people and you glance at Hoseok's desks.

You breath in, get up and go to your friend, your always and forever adviser in this matters. You don't say anything, but show him the message. He looks confused at you, then checks his phone, refreshing the chat app.

He gets up and you take his place. "Hoseok, what is going on?!"

"You tell me Y/N?!"

"Does it seem I know. You two are friends, I am just the new confused girl. Did he ever told you anything? Please, think carefully."

"Well, it was this time… but no, I don't think it's related. Or that time…" he keeps mumbling things like that until it annoys you.

"Hoseok!!!!" It gets him out of the memory digging. "I don't even know what to answer."

"If you ask me, it's just a gallery visit. It's not anything to worry about, maybe he just thought you would be the only interested and that's why you're the only one that he asked."

"Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better." you answer going back to your desk. "I'll think about it then."

Hoseok leans back in his chair, studying you carefully. "You like him, don't you?"

You blink, caught off guard by his directness. "I… I don't know. I mean, he's nice and we get along, but…"

"But?" Hoseok presses gently.

"But he's from another country, and it's complicated," you finish, feeling a bit flustered.

Hoseok chuckles. "Complicated is your middle name, Y/N. Look, if you want my advice, just go. Enjoy the evening. If nothing else, you get to see some great art. And if something more happens, well, you can deal with it then."

You nod, feeling a bit more settled. "Okay, I'll go."

"You do that, Y/N." said Hoseok with a grin, but try to not pry into that. Hoseok was always a step ahead of you, having the overview of every situation. So if he thinks it's not a big deal, then probably isn't.

You: Hi! Sure, sounds nice. Meet you there at 8?

Min Yoongi: Awesome!

Your focus for the day was gone, your mind going at full speed about your outfit, hair and make up, how to get to the gallery and counting the minutes until the end of the work day. You felt excited, the only thing that kept you relatively grounded were Hoseok's words: "Don't overthink it." You opt for a black simple yet elegant outfit, something that strikes the right balance between professional and casual.

Arriving at the gallery, you spot Yoongi waiting near the entrance, looking effortlessly stylish. As you approach, he greets you with a warm smile.

"Hi, Y/N. You look great."

"Thanks, Yoongi. You too," you reply, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks.

The gallery is buzzing with people, all eager to see the new exhibit. Yoongi leads you through the crowd, guiding you to the section featuring Marino's paintings.

As you stand side by side, admiring the artwork, you find yourself relaxing and enjoying the moment. Yoongi's presence is comforting, and the conversation flows easily as you discuss the various pieces and their interpretations.

"Thank you for inviting me," you say after a while. "I really enjoyed this and the wine is good."

Yoongi turns to you, his eyes softening. "I'm glad you came. I knew you'd like it."

Baffled by his assured statement you ask: "How could you know?"

He doesn't answer, but comes closer to you, slowly placing his hand on your waist to turn you around to face a blue and green painting. You get a bit closer to read the name, with Yoongi's hand still on your waist.

"It's called Blue and green music, it reminded me of you."

You scrunch your nose, you like the painting, you like everything done by O'Keefe, but this is dark, complicated and being called that felt a bit weird. "How so?"

"Well, it shows passion, strength, vibrant vulnerability, all in harmony. I feel that's you." said Yoongi, looking ahead at the painting.

Feeling the warmth of Yoongi's hand on your waist, you take a deep breath, absorbing his words. The painting indeed captures a depth that resonates with you. "Passion and strength", you murmur, with your gaze fixated on the painting. "I never thought of myself that way."

Yoongi's eyes finally meet yours, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Well, you are. Y/N. More than you know."

"Thank you" you whisper, your voice barely audible above the hum of the gallery crowd. "That means a lot."

His smile widens, eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's just the truth." He takes a step back, his hand slipping from your waist but leaving behind a trail of warmth. "Come on, there's more I want to show you."

As you walk side by side, the conversation flows naturally, each painting sparking new topics and reflections. His knowledge of art and every other subject that comes up, fascinates you. You even forgot about your thoughts about this not being a date, you really hope it is now.

Yoongi leads you to a quieter corner a small table is set up with some desserts and more wine. Grabs two glasses, giving one to you with a soft smile on his face. "Have you ever been on this building rooftop?"

"Yeah, a long time ago. Have you?" and he shakes his head. He takes your hand, leading you through the crowd and corridors until you reach a staircase that leads up to the roof.

The night air is cool and refreshing as you step out onto the rooftop. The city sprawls out before you, lights looking mesmerizing. You walk to the edge, letting this moment bring a sense of peace to you.

"It's beautiful." he says softly, his hand brushing against yours.

"It is, and the company makes it even better." you turn to look at him and notice a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart beat fast.

He places a hand on your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You raise a bit on your heels, but you stumble as someone yells in the distance that you're not allowed on the rooftop. You laugh and place a hand on Yoongi's chest. "You heard him, we need to leave."

As you step back into the gallery, both of you laugh about the interruption. The energy from earlier dissipated. You and Yoongi share a comfortable silence as you make your way through the nearly empty space. "Looks like we're some of the last ones here."

"Hmmm. It's been so nice. Thank you for joining me." mentions Yoongi as both of you step out of the building.

"Thank you for inviting me. I had a great time." You smile, feeling warmth engulfing you once again this night.

Yoongi hesitates for a moment "I don't want this night to end, but it's late and I don't want to ruin your sleep more as it's already 2 pm. But can I see you tomorrow too?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words and a big smile crosses your face. "I'd like that."

He waits with you until your ride home arrives. When he sees the car pulling in front of you, he leans in and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. He closes the door of the car behind you, waving as he watches it departing. You watch him until he's out of sight, your heart still racing.

The next morning you wake up with a sense of anticipation and excitement. It doesn't take long as a sense of reality crashes over you, realising what are you actually doing. He is someone you work with, he leaves in a few days. The best you could figure it out is seeing each other a few times a year. Everything feels kind of hopeless. As you go on with your morning, this feeling doesn't disappear whatever spin you try on the matter. You even try to think about what would Hoseok would say. Probably "Don't complicate it and don't overthink it." It was a bit too late for that.

Last night was so amazing, it felt so good, you felt so connected to him, so interesting and appreciated. But now, the practicalities loom large, casting a shadow over the happiness.

Your phones pings and the screen lights up. Min Yoongi: Good morning. Want to grab lunch together later?

You: Yeah

Min Yoongi: Awesome!

You: There's a nice place in the city center. I'm sending you the address.

Min Yoongi: Great! See you there.

You don't text back, still with some remnants of anxiety. You decide to let it happen, not think about the future and to enjoy as much as you can this moment the universe placed in front of you.

Another ping on the phone follows.

Min Yoongi: Can't wait to see you again. (star emoji)

Why is he so cute, you sigh and smile, sending back the same text.

You hide your doubts, and cover them with a cute outfit in light colours. "You can do this, Y/N, you can do it!" you say encouraging yourself before leaving for the restaurant.

Yoongi was already there, waiting inside. His smile brightens as he sees you, welcoming you with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey" you reply, feeling again that flutter in your chest, now more sure than ever that you are able to enjoy this.

The restaurant is charming, with a warm and inviting atmosphere. As you look over the menu together, Yoongi leans in and says: "You look amazing. Last night a black cat and now a white cat."

You laugh at his statement, you always thought he resembled a cat with his sharp eyes. "You look great too. And I think you're actually the cat here."

He chuckles at your response.

As you order your food, the conversation flows easily. You talk about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. Yoongi shares stories from his travels, and you tell him about your latest project at work. The doubts you had earlier seem to fade away, replaced by the warmth of the moment.

After lunch you suggest, "How about we go for walk in the park, I think there is some immersive art installation in the nearby one." He agrees, seeming excited about the idea. The walk through the park is pleasant and as you reach the art installation you both start to fool around, feeling like children.

The first one you try is this huge piano that you can walk on. You jump first on it trying to play Twinkle Twinkle Little star, being the only song you know the key notes too. Yoongi follows you trying to help you with your song, but ends up crashing into you. You try to gain your balance, but he has other plans wrapping his arms around you before he falls.

"Yoongi, what are you doing?"

"What were you trying to play?"

"Twinkle Twinkle"

"That was definitely not it" he laughs brushing your hair of your face as you try to get up. You extend an arm to help him up too, he grabs it and doesn't let go, having you follow him in his steps trying to play the correct version of the song.

"Is this what were you trying to play, Y/N?" you nod, following his steps carefully.

"Now I know how to properly play this" you laugh as Yoongi pulls you into a side hug, leading you to check the other installations.

You find an installation that is called Dark Matter, and described as dark room, with meticulously composed soundtracks, fusing with gleaming shapes and colours. "This might take a while, but would you like to try it?" you ask Yoongi.

Both of you find seats in the dimly lit first room. It's pitch dark, and you can't see anyone else, but the rustling of clothes and whispers around you assure you that you're not alone. The anticipation builds as the music starts, and the play of lights begins to dance around the room. You're immediately drawn into the immersive experience, completely forgetting everything else around you.

Amidst the sensory overload of sound and light, you suddenly feel a gentle movement on your pinky finger. It's Yoongi's finger, lightly playing with yours in a tender gesture. He then wraps his finger around yours, intertwining them gently. Your heart starts beating fast at the small gesture and you stay like this until the end of the show.

Stepping outside the building you notice that the night was closing in, typical for mid autumn when the sun sets earlier. You take a look at Yoongi and hear his thinking sound "Hmmmm. I think I know how to solve our problem from yesterday."

"What problem?"

"The rooftop problem. There's a bar nearby on a rooftop, great atmosphere. Want to go there?"

"Sure, lead the way. You're quite the local. You know that?"

Yoongi laughs. "Not really, but I know some good places around." He gently takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, making you blush at his newfound assertiveness over the past few hours. As you walk through the busy streets, Yoongi's hand in yours feels warm and reassuring. You contemplate how in his presence, everything seems to slow down and becomes more manageable. You steal glances at him from time to time, admiring his calm demeanor contrasting with the urban chaos around. Finally, you arrive at the bar. The entrance is tucked away in a quieter corner, yet the rooftop promises a good view. Yoongi lets you first climb the stairs, following closely behind. As you reach the top, you take a sit at a table next to the edge, giving you the best view. Mesmerized by the view, you affirm it "The view is amazing."

"I thought you'd enjoy it" Yoongi replies, a soft smile playing on his lips as he pulls out a chair for you. "What would you like to drink?"

"I think I might need something different than wine" you ponder. The waiter comes before you could decide so you let Yoongi order first, he gets some red wine.

"I see you have Hibiki, could I get some with a large ice cube?" this drink always made you feel a more confident in yourself and sweeps away a big part of your insecurities.

Yoongi looks at you with big eyes and a huge grin on his face, which makes you feel self-conscious about your drink choice. You recall how people often comment or poke fun at your preference, and now you feel the need fort that drink more than ever. You look at the city unraveling before your eyes to clear your head, letting some silence sit between you and Yoongi.

As the drinks arrive, you feel a surge of enthusiasm as you take your first sip. The fiery warmth of the liquied plays with the coolness of the ice, creating a unique sensation that you like. For you it's not so much about the taste as it is about that intriguing combination. Feeling satisfied with your drink and the courage it brought, you glance at Yoongi. He still gazes at you with those dark wide eyes, prompting you to say "Go ahead, you can judge me all you want, but I enjoy what I enjoy."

"I'm not judging you, I liked your choice." takes a sip of his wine, licking his lips. "Can I have a taste?"

"Sure" you push your glass towards him. He moves his chair closer to yours and settles down, placing his hand over yours, which is still wrapped around the cold glass. "Can I have a taste" he asks again, now a bit more clear, looking into your eyes and then down to your lips.

You feel flustered, goosebumps rising all over your body. Raising the glass to your lips, you try to mantain eye contact as you take another sip, letting the liquid slide down your throat. Everything seems to move in slow motion.

Setting your glass down, you feel Yoongi closing the distance between you. He hovers with his lips just above yours for a moment before pressing them gently against yours. The kiss is slow and tender, sending a wave of warmth through your body. His hand reaches your neck as he deepens the kiss. Your hand goes up to caress his face as you give access to his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. It gets more passionate by the second, with the other hand of Yoongi going to your hip, making you slip a moan into his mouth. Getting a low groan out of him. You slowly start to feel out of air and as much as you don't want to, you interrupt the kiss.

Refiling your lungs with air, you look at Yoongi who appears still focused on your lips. Bringing his hand up your neck, you let his thumb gently play with your bottom lip. "Tasty"

You chuckle at his assessment, giving him another taste. This time, the kiss is more eager, both of you, trying to get as much as you can out of each other.

"I've wanted to do that, since I first saw you on Monday, you know?!"

Completely shocked by his words, you pull back slightly. "Don't look at me like that." he continues "I've been flirting with you for months, but you've been so dismissive that I thought it was a lost cause. Until I saw you in person. After talking with Hoseok about you, giving me some insights, I knew I had to keep trying. I am convinced now it was a good decision…"

"Wait, wait. What do you mean months? What about Hoseok? What are you even saying now?" you stop him from his rambling to bring you some clarity.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over your hand gently. "We've been working together online for a while, and I've always admired you from a distance. I tried to drop hints, little comments here and there, but you never seemed to notice."

"What about Hoseok?"

"He and I talked about it, and he encouraged me to be more direct. He mentioned that you tend to not notice when someone likes you. He thought we'd be a good match."

You blink in surprise, processing his words. "Hoseok said that?"

"Yeah," Yoongi nods. "He said you were amazing and worth the effort. So, when this trip came up, I saw it as my chance."

In your mind all the mixed messages that Hoseok gave you regarding Yoongi started to make sense. He wanted to push you to try this thing, but not be too direct because he knew you'd get scared and run from it.

A mix of emotions swirls within you "I had no idea."

Yoongi smiles, and his eyes do too. "Well, now you do." He cups your face with both his hands placing a loud kiss on your lips.

The evening goes on, filled with laughter and tender moments. You both share stories of Yoongi's past attempts at flirting. He recalls a particular video call where he complimented your hairstyle, only for you to brush it off.

"Not going to lie, I was so frustrated," he admits, laughing. " I thought I was so obvious."

"Well, I guess I'm just oblivious," you reply. "I'm glad you didn't give up."

As the night goes on, the atmosphere becomes more intimate. You find yourselves sitting closer, holding hands, and stealing kisses between sips of your drinks. Yoongi leans in to whisper something in your ear, and his breath sends shivers down your spine.

"Do you remember the first project we worked on together?" he asks.

"Yeah, you were so serious and focused." you reply.

"And you were so passionate and creative," he says, his voice soft. "I knew then that I wanted to get to know you better."

After finishing your drinks, Yoongi suggests taking a walk. The night is cool, and the streets are quiet now, creating a nice atmosphere. As you reach his hotel, he says between kisses, "I want to see where this can go."

You look up at him, your heart racing, "Agree."

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you one more time before calling an uber for you. This kiss is slow and sweet. As a driver accepts your ride, being a few minutes away, Yoongi places a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering "Goodnight"

"Goodnight" you answer walking towards the spot where the car should arrive, with your eyes still on Yoongi. He starts walking towards the hotel entrance. In that moment something clicks inside you and press cancel on the ride, striding behind Yoongi.

"Wait", you call out, your voice trembling with nervousness.

He turns around, surprise and hope flickering in his eyes. "Y/N?"

You catch up to him, "I don't want to say goodnight just yet. Can I come up with you?"

Yoongi's smile broadens, and he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. "I'd like that very much."

Together, you enter the hotel and make your way to his room. The elevator ride is filled with charged silence, both of you stealing glances at each other. When you reach his floor, Yoongi leads you down the hallway to his room. Once inside, you explore his room, passing through straight to the window. His room was situated on the topmost floor of the hotel, you knew it had to be a good view from up there. And you were right, the view was breathtaking presenting the city skyline twinkling under the night sky.

You notice the strategically placed couch in front of the large window, casting a gentle glow from the city lights. "Almost everywhere you took me this week, had a great view of this city that you might not know, I don't quite like. Was this planned?" you ask playfully, turning to Yoongi.

"No plan. I just enjoy a good view and I had a hunch you would do too." he replies casually, moving towards a small bar and pouring some sparkling wine "Feeling festive?"

You laugh, feeling at ease as you take a seat on the couch and wait for Yoongi to join you. The room is dimly lit as he settles next to you, handing you the glass. "From this spot you can see the Orion constellation, it's a bit cloudy, but you can identify the stars and connect them."

You smile, watching Yoongi's eyes fixated on the nightsky, makes you feel warm inside. Leaning in, you place a small kiss on the corner of his lips, catching him by surprise. He gaze shifts from the stars to you. Without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Both of you place your glasses on the small table in front of you. He gently caresses your chin, raising it just slightly towards his. You feel you could get lost into his dark eyes. Yoongi's lips brush against yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss, sending small electric waves in your body.

Wrapped in each other's embrace, you deepen the kiss. Drunk on his touches, you get more courageous, exploring with your hands as much as you could. And he does the same, caressing your waist, while he peppers small kisses on your jaw, going down your neck. You let out a small moan when he bites into your collarbone. Seems like he enjoyed the sound you made, biting the spot again harder this time.  "Ah, Yoongi." The sound snaps something in Yoongi, making him grab and move you to sit on top of him. "I love when you moan my name like that." not leaving time for you to answer kissing your lips eagerly. His hands slowly pull your shirt to sneak beneath it, to touch your skin. A shiver runs down your back feeling his big hand holding you so close to him. His hand guides you to sit more comfortably in his lap and too properly feel how hard he is through your clothes. Another moan gets out of you at the sensation. Hearing him chuckle, you pull at his hair, putting some distance between you two. Allowing yourself for a moment to gain control of the situation, to kiss his jaw and lick at his neck, but it doesn't take long. His fingers start unbuttoning your shirt, getting quickly rid of it. His lips tracing lines along your chest and above your lacy bra.

Feeling on clouds with all the sensations Yoongi brings, you roll your hips onto his to get more out of him. You adore how his voice vibrates on your skin at his small moans and groans.

With a swift movement, he turns both of you around so he could be on top of you. You wonder how can he be so gentle and strong at the same time in his touches.

Before he can go back at licking and sucking on your skin, you try to pull his shirt over. He takes it off fast, allowing you to finally see him. His skins looks so pretty in the dimmed lights, and you can't stop to run your fingers on it, mesmerized by the view.

His attention goes back to your lips, kissing you with such fervor, leaving you breathless. His hand travels down, starting to unbutton your pants. Gaining access, his fingers starts rubbing over your clothed pussy. "You're so wet." he whispers against your lips. "I want to taste you, will you allow me?"

Nodding in approval, too afraid your voice will crack, you wonder how this soft person could be so assertive in this moment. But you can't ponder too much as his lips starts licking at your chest, then going lower. He pulls your pants and panties down in one movement, looking lustfully in your eyes. Without any hesitation he bites onto your thigh, licking and kissing the spot immediately after. Choosing several points to do the same thing, transforming you into jelly under his touches. Finally reaching your pussy, it slowly licks at first, but as your moans get more frequent and louder, he becomes more fast in his treatment.

Once again you find yourself moved by him, bringing your ass the edge of the couch, your back against the backrest. He kneels before you, rubbing your entrance with his fingers then bringing them to your lips to suck on them. " I want the have the best view when I look up from this beautiful pussy."

The sudden confession brings heat to your cheeks, bringing your hands to cover them. Yoongi groans in annoyance, as he pushes his first finger inside you, making you throw your head back at the sensation, forgetting everything about shame.

As he pushes another finger, you moan his name "Yoongi, fuck", and in your desperate need to ground yourself you run your fingers through his dark locks, holding onto them. Yoongi seems pleased, moaning into your cont, sending the vibrations through your whole core.

He spends the following minutes sucking your clit, alternating with biting it softly and with his fingers wrecking your hole. Your hips lift higher and higher to give him the best access, your moans getting louder until you finally come in his mouth, closing your thighs around his head. But it seems Yoongi doesn't mind it as he says "You're such a good girl, coming all over my face."

You're such a mess and you can't believe how those words turned you on so bad. Slowly Yoongi gets up, sitting next to you placing soft kisses on your face as you gather your breath. "You feeling good?"

"Fuck, yeah." you answer in between loud breaths.

He laughs at your response, pulling you into a deep kiss. "I'm feeling good too."

After finally recovering your breath, you slowly get up, wanting to return the favor, going for his pants, unzipping them. But Yoongi allows you just to undress him, before grabbing you into his arms and lifting you up. He places you gently over the soft covers of the bed, then disappears for a second, coming back with a condom in his hand.

"But I want to taste you, Yoongi" you pout, getting another laugh from him. "Not now, you don't want to upset me. Don't you?"

His demeanor in this situation makes you feel so hot on the inside, that you can't contradict anything he says. "Of course not."

"Then be a good girl and spread it for me"

You follow his instruction ready to feel his length inside you.

He pulls you closer to him, pressing his fingers hard into the skin of your ass, making your back arch at the sensation. Bringing your chest back into his attention he places soft kisses on them, before getting one of your buds into his mouth, sucking it.

You feel him pressing the tip inside, not realising until now how big he was. You wince a bit at the discomfort. He pushes in slowly. "Fuck, you're so tight"

"You're so big" you barely breath out the words.

He places soft kisses on your neck until you feel him completely inside you. Letting you get accustomed for a minute. You feel yourself pulsating around him, and wrap your arms around his neck. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, before starting to move. It feels so good, despite the slight discomfort. But the pain dissipates, replaced by the pleasure. As he starts moving a little faster, you find his lips to signal you're feeling good.

That is all he needs before he thrusts deep, shaking you to your core. Your loud moan is followed by another deep thrust into you, and another, and another, and another until it becomes a rhythm of fucking you relentlessly. This feels so much better than everything you have experienced until now. Your mind goes blank, being able to focus just on his movement and his hands on your waist. A stupid smile crosses your face at the overwhelming sensation.

Once again you're being moved by him, turning both of you around so you're sitting on him. You thought he was deep inside you until now, but you were so wrong. The need to get accustomed to his size appears again, placing a hand on his abdomen to stop him from moving. "You're so fucking big, give me a second".

He plays with your ass, pressing his fingers into your skin and running them along your thighs, until you feel ready to move. You go up and down his cock, feeling your boobs bounce at the movement. Yoongi is looking completely hypnotized. "Touch yourself for me, baby."

Following his instruction, your left hand travels down from your boob to your clit, rubbing it slowly. And your right hand goes to his mouth, asking for some saliva from him. He sucks on your fingers, wrapping his tongue around them.

You pull them out just to touch your tits with them, pinching hard one of the nipples. Yoongi's hands guide your hips in your movements, pushing his cock deep inside you, establishing an insane rhythm.

Sounds from both of you fill the air, moans, groans and whispered obscenities.

"Yoongi, I'm so close."

"Yeah? Then be a good girl and come for me."

Yoongi grips your hips even tighter, thrusting hard, feeling him whole. You fall onto him, unable to keep your balance anymore, giving him access to suck on your nipples. Already lost in all the pleasure waves, you shiver hard when his hand finds your clit and plays with it.

"You're doing so good, baby" whispers into your ear and that was all you needed to come.

"Yeah" you cry out at how good all he says to you makes you feel. You start pulsating hard on his cock, feeling him coming inside with loud moans into your ear.

You take a moment to catch your breath before sliding next to him. He takes you into his arms, placing sweet kisses to your cheeks. You laugh softly, "It felt good"

He doesn't answer but catches your lips into a kiss so deep, and possessive, hinting at how good it felt for him also.

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