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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Becca, do you have any more dbf!bucky masturbating thots to spare? Pls any crumbs will do🙏🏻❤️
This should technically belong to the ‘Shit he said’ series but this was far too fucking hot and it’s been bouncing around in my empty little head all week
Because the thought of mutual masturbation with dbf!bucky is where my head is at right now. Maybe you’re both a little apprehensive about taking things too fast so mutual masturbation seems like a safe place to start.
“Show me how to touch you.” He’s already got you out of your clothes, his lips are warm on your bare shoulder and dear God, this man is something else.
He’s so much more beautiful naked than he even realises. His skin is so warm against you, a few little grey hairs scattered throughout the darker ones in the centre of his chest and something in you wants to make sure he knows how much you appreciate just looking at him and being able to touch him.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” He urges softly, reminding you he’s still very much in the room with you. He isn’t just in your head now.
“Show me how pretty you look when you think of me and touch yourself.” Excitement builds in the pit of your stomach, your fingers slipping between your legs, trailing between your own soaked folds before your fingers start to rub your clit the way you usually would when he isn’t around.
It’s intense with him watching you, his eyes flitting between your face and where your hand is rubbing your messy cunt.
You’re so lost in the sensation of pleasure creeping up your spine that you hadn’t even noticed he’s touching himself now too. His cock is hard, throbbing in his hand while he fucks his fist, dribbling precum over his own fingers already.
“That’s it, good girl. You’re so pretty. For such a smart girl, you go so stupid when you’re horny. Just a pretty little fucktoy sometimes, aren’t you?” This man is filthy and the way his voice seems to have dropped an octave makes you wetter almost instantly. You want to be his fucktoy. You want, if only for an hour or two, to be bent over and mercilessly fucked. He’s got a beautiful way of balancing his respect for you with your mutual desire to explore some wholly disrespectful fantasies.
“Spread your legs, sweetie.” You do as you’re told, spreading your legs and allowing his fingers to trail from your clit to your entrance. “How does it feel to have my precum smeared over your cunt?” You hadn’t realised that’s what he was doing but even just the thought makes you whimper. “Don’t worry. I’ll lick it up for you after you cum for me.” His strokes on his cock are frantic, imagining how you’ll taste mingled with his own subtle precum but even just the promise has your fingers working yourself faster.
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stinkrascal · 2 years
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ahhhhh i finally finished updating everyone’s bio pages im so happy!! ive been wanting to do that for years, their biographies were usually really silly nonsensical fillers in place until i had the energy to write out actual info about their personalities/story arcs/etc. now theyre all finally updated!! i just gotta add bio pages for the one bajillion ocs i added to my character page, but a bunch of those ocs havent even been featured on my blog in any capacity so im not stressing too much about getting their bios done in a timely manner :’) im jsut happy i got the straud bios updated tbh!!!!
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xokento · 11 months
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totally need more pervy dom ethan content
here’s some pervy Ethan headcanons then! (includes ghostface Ethan)
Every time you both hug, he inhales your scent in order to memorize it.
He loves taking pictures of you even when you don’t see him. Whether it be of you sleeping, showering, changing, or just you in general he’s willing to take any picture of you.
Idc how common this headcanon is but he loves sniffing your panties and using it to jack himself off. Poor boy whimpers and moans out your name while picturing you taking in his cock all the way.
He loves biting you. Whether it be playfully or just to mark you.
He loves shoving his face in between your thighs. Whether he’s facing away from you or has his tongue shoved in you, it doesn’t matter. Ethan loves it when you use your thighs as a neck pillow for him too.
I also think Ethan is a gamer so he totally has you sucking him off while he plays
Every morning he always ruts into you like a rabbit. He’s so needy it’s adorable.
He loves to rip off your clothes. He’s so impatient that he can’t stand just slipping them off. But he makes it up to you by buying new clothes for you.
His favorite position is either doggystyle or mating press. Whichever one makes him go deeper inside of you to the point where you can feel his bulge in your stomach.
(i stole this from tate from ahs) He loves to scare you as ghostface and then proceeds to have the hottest makeout sesh with you.
He doesn’t mind doing it in public, just as long as it can guarantee you both won’t get caught.
Loves it when you cry and he knows it feels so wrong but even when you’re sad over anything, he can’t help it when his dick twitches at the sight of your tears.
Somnophillia. That’s it. That’s the sentence. (i’ll probably do a fic on this lol)
Steals your clothes and it doesn’t matter which ones it could literally be your socks and he’ll have a nice place in his room where he keeps them.
Totally has a corruption kink even though he’s a virgin. He likes to take any chance he can to overpower you.
Body worship. <3
-Okie i’m done LOL. Sorry this was so short I just felt I needed to post SOMETHING instead of being dead all week.
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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year
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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)
HOUR THREE
in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?
→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn
→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni
→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader
→ wc: 3.7k+
→ a/n: quick question - would you guys like me to include chapter summaries at the beginning of each chapter? is that a thing we'd like lol? lemme know! quick edit: totally forgot to thank @boomhauer for the genius idea of the flip phone!!
masterlist.
spotify playlist.
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3:00 ──ㅇ──────────────── 24:00
HOUR THREE - 6:00 PM
The pounding on the door is frenetic, nonstop as you stand and make no move to unlock it. It doesn’t take long before Eddie starts to beg.
He tries to repeatedly say your name at first, over and over, voice pathetic and cracking by the seventh time. 
“Just open the door!” he finally shouts in frustration, “I- It’s- Those are private!” 
You look down at the open spread once more, shaking your head, the deviant smile never once leaving your face. “What’s the magic word?”
“Magic word? I- Jesus Christ, you’re fucking impossible!” 
“Sorry,” you say, taking a few steps closer to the door, “‘Fraid it’s none of those.” 
The same thumping from before sounds as Eddie sighs deeply enough for you to hear, and you realize he’s lightly banging his forehead against the door now. 
You start to feel bad, honestly. It was an invasion of his privacy, and if the roles were reversed, you’d be fuming. Kindness wasn’t something you offered to the likes of Eddie, and if he had ever locked you out of your own bedroom and raided your own stash of personal porn, you’d be downright hateful. 
But then you remember his words. 
“Why my friends are so enamored with you, I will never understand.”
Maybe he deserves this. Maybe he deserves all the hatefulness and spitefulness you can manage. 
The two sides of your brain bicker, and Eddie continues to thump his head against the door. It’s a losing battle as the kinder part of you wins over. 
You take a step closer to the door, until the wood is all that separates the two of you, “Try again.” 
Your voice is softer and gentler, and not quite as teasing. 
The banging ceases. 
He doesn’t speak for a few moments and you begin to worry that he walked away. That this latest game of cat and mouse has ended, that he’s decided you aren’t worth the trouble. You don’t understand the pang in your chest at the idea – it’s not like this was supposed to be fun. Arguing with Eddie was something that ruined your day, that always strung out your last nerves and led to you grinding your teeth in your sleep. He had just shot to kill with his words to you; you shouldn’t be on the other side of a wooden door with a fickle spark of hope that he’s still waiting for you. 
“Please,” he says in monotone, almost a hint of pain as if to spit the word out was like pulling blood from stone. 
The spark of hope vanishes just as quickly as it had appeared. Already forgotten.
You open the door reluctantly, still gripping the open and curled magazine in your fist, “The magic word was sorry.” 
He wasn’t expecting you to give up so quickly, clear as his head snaps up and he looks over you with genuine shock. 
“Sorry?” he echoes, “You’re the one who stormed my room and stole my… magazine.” 
“And I wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t such an asshole.” 
His eyebrows disappear behind his disheveled bangs. “Because I said that I… I wouldn’t care if you disappeared?” 
It’s more than that. You both know it. He says it with restraint, he pauses because he knows that that wasn’t the comment that struck you hardest. 
“I’m sorry,” he swallows his pride with surprising ease, straightening up, “I assumed the feeling was mutual.” 
“Well, it’s not.” 
“You wouldn’t celebrate my death?” 
There it was. You’re surprised he’s even willing to repeat the words. Acknowledging them is the first step, you suppose. 
You want to say no, but instead settle on, “I wouldn’t tell you to your face.” 
You wouldn’t even think it to begin with. Because while Eddie was awful to you, he wasn’t a bad person. You’d seen his ability to play nice with others, to treat others with the respect that they deserved. For some odd reason, you were the only exception when it came to him. Even the strangers that he’d keep up a brooding act with had never met the sharpness of his tongue when he was within proximity to you. 
He opens his mouth, but you don’t think you can stomach an insincere apology, so you lift the magazine into both your views instead, “Whatever. It’s water under the bridge. I’m far more intrigued by this now.” 
The moment he catches sight of the laminated photo, his expression goes from something similar to remorse to a full-fledged blush. Eddie Munson is blushing because you’re holding his Playboy magazine.
His hand shoots out for it, but you’re faster than him, pulling it out of his reach with ease, “Nope! Not so fast, Munson.” 
“Give that bac-” he starts with ardent desperation, following you with each step back you take.
You shake your head and hide the magazine behind your back, “Over my dead body.” 
He goes rigid, as if it reminds him of his cruel words, before his efforts double. There’s no hesitation in occupying your space as he begins to reach behind you to snatch back the private item. 
You’re not quite sure how it happens. It’s a quick succession of mistakes made on both of your parts; he’s grown too determined to get the Playboy back in his grasp, and your mind is solely focused on keeping it away from him. You don’t notice the way your two bodies shuffle farther into the room as you struggle with him. You don’t notice when your knees hit the edge of his mattress. Neither of you do. 
Not until it’s too late. 
One moment, you’re standing upright and Eddie’s arms are wrapping around you. The next, your back is connecting with soft sheets that erupt in the scent of boy upon impact, the entirety of Eddie’s weight now on top of you with a hand trapped beneath your lower back. 
He lets out a soft oof directly into your chest. 
Directly into your boobs. 
Both of you freeze, unsure of what to do. The magazine has fallen to your side, opening to a different marked page, but you can’t even turn your head to properly see it. 
The warmth of him suffocates you, twisting your gut as it sinks into your skin.  You can feel his heartbeat drumming in his ribcage against your own. Racing, racing, racing. Just like your own.
“Get off me,” you grunt, shoving at his shoulders to roll him off of you, the closeness suddenly too much. If you two stay this way a second long, you’re sure you may die. 
As he does lift off of you, still looking aghast, his hand remains pinned against your back. Your shirt had ridden up ever so slightly, a sliver of skin exposed that his palm brushes. It sends shockwaves up your spine. 
Without his weight caging you in, you’re quick to leap back onto your feet, away from him and away from his touch. Your movement must break whatever spell of embarrassment he had been lost in, because Eddie is just as quick as he searches for the Playboy and grabs it so roughly the pages might rip. 
You catch a glimpse of the second marked page. The similarities remain. It could have been the same model, for all you know.
You tell yourself that that’s what it is. It’s not a matter of the model looking like you. Eddie just has a thing for that specific model. It’s all left to chance that you share similar features, that the plush of her thighs resemble yours and that your hips follow the same curve as hers. It’s a coincidence. 
“I can’t believe yo-” you begin to chastise him, chest heaving still as you glare down at him. It must be a residual symptom of anger, of shock. The way your heart hammers is out of contempt. It has to be.
He cuts you off, “That was not my fault.” 
“You were being an…. a….” you falter. You can’t think straight.
“An asshole?” he supplies, sitting up now and looking at you with expectancy. 
Why was it so hard to find your words? This was a dance you’d done a thousand times before with Eddie – the fighting, the bickering, the hurting of feelings and the absence of genuine apologies. What changed? 
His body against yours. The brush of his breath on your chest. His weight firm between your- 
You cut off the ridiculous thoughts and focus on him, “Yes. You were an asshole.” 
He scoffs, “Yeah, well, you’ve already mentioned that. Next time, don’t go through my shit.” 
If you weren’t still recovering, you’d bring up the model looking like you. If you were in your right mind, you’d take that gift from the Universe and put it to good use, sending the dagger straight into his back. 
But your mind has gone hazy for the time being. It swirls with hesitancy and confusion and why the fuck weren’t you laying it into him right now? Where the fuck were you usual words of viciousness? 
“If you’re done staring me down with evil eyes,” he sighs and nods to the clock, “Nancy said we have to send a picture this hour. Or no cash, bet’s off.” 
At first, you’re beyond belief he can brush past it all so easily. It’s damning that it’s only affecting you so vehemently. But then you take a moment to glance over him, to really look at the boy sat on the bed before you.
He’s still blushing, violently so. Rosey cheeks and red nose, his neck aflame with the evidence that he’s not brushing it off. He’s avoiding it. He’s avoiding talking about the magazine, just as he’s avoiding talking about the position the two of you had just been in, just as he avoided apologizing for cruel words spoken so casually. Eddie Munson is avoidant to a dangerous degree. 
“Okay,” you finally supply in defeat. Even if he wasn’t avoiding the topics, what is there to say? 
Oh, hey. I can’t fucking think straight because that’s the closest we’ve ever been after a year of hating each other, and I have no idea why. Care to explain? 
He stands and moves out of the room, down the hallway, to the living room. He doesn’t even check to make sure you follow. You have to pause to grab your phone off of the ground before you’re speedwalking to catch up with him. 
It’s stupid. It’s stupid and ridiculous. 
“So how are we doing this?” he asks once you’re both in the living room. He’s already sitting down on the end of the couch that he’d taken to the first few hours, looking everywhere but you. “Do we just, like, send a photo? Do we take separate photos?” 
“They want a selfie,” you inform him as if he hadn’t been in the room during all of the discussions of the limitations of this bet. As if he hadn’t encouraged it, even.
He nods to your phone clutched in your sweaty palm, “Let’s get it over with, then.” 
“Remind me again why it has to be my phone?” you question, deciding to sit on the opposite end of the couch. As long as you both were visible in the photo, it should be fine. “You have a phone, too. I know you do - Nancy called you.” 
“I do have a phone,” he nods, watching as you unlock your cell and tap until you’ve opened the camera app, “It’s just not a smart phone.” 
You stop all actions, looking up from where you’d just flipped to the front camera setting, “What?”
“I don’t have a smart ph-”
“I heard what you said. What the fuck do you have then? Do you just communicate with two tin cans and a string?” 
He rolls his eyes, but his hand is still moving to his pocket, tugging out a small flip phone, “No, I just have a phone.”
It’s black and shiny, downright tiny as it sits carefully in the palm of his hand on show for you. You have to bite back your laughter. 
“Oh my God. Why do you have a flip phone? Jesus Christ, what year is it?” 
“Fuck off,” he quips, fingers curling around the phone protectively, “I just… I don’t like all the technology and shit. It can get overwhelming, but this?” he holds up the phone for emphasis, gripping it loosely between his pointer finger and thumb as he waves it around, “This is simple. This doesn’t need a new update every week, or to be replaced every year for the shiniest model, or-”
You reach over and snatch the phone from him, and his hand is still frozen in midair, fingers still pinched from where they’d held the phone, “Oh, what’s this? I think it’s ringing. Let me get that for you,” you dramatically flip the phone open, taking some glee in the nostalgic action before bringing the phone up to your ear and humming tauntingly. Eddie still makes no move to stop you, face contorting in bitter amusement at your unexpected antics, “Yeah? Uh huh, okay. I’ll tell him,” it’s even more fun than you remember to snap the phone shut with one hand. It almost has you reconsidering joining Eddie’s anti-technology cause. You face him and try to pull a straight face, but you can’t help laughing at your own joke before you even finish it, “It was the early 2000’s. They’re calling because they want their prehistoric technology back.” 
You’re giggling at yourself as Eddie sucks in a deep breath. He’s about to break, you know he is. The corners of his mouth are twitching terribly, so you go in for the kill. Not the type of kill you had expected to be delivering tonight, but a kill all the same. 
“Also, I had to put the 80’s on hold. I think they’re calling to ask for their hair back,” you nod towards his dark curls, wild and frizzy around his face. 
That’s all it takes for him to break. Right before your eyes, the stoic and cold front that Eddie Munson had put up crumbles. A smile breaks out across his lips, slowly spreading as he shakes his head and his shoulders shake with the effort to withhold any actual laughs from escaping him. 
He has dimples. You’d never noticed that before.
“Fuck off,” he says with a voice still wavering from unheard laughter. You can’t recall a single time before in which he’d said those words to you in such a lighthearted tone. 
“I’m serious,” you press on, still caught up on his dimples, “I think it might be Jon Bon Jovi himself!” 
He snorts. The battle against the laughter is lost as the apartment fills with your childish giggles. 
“My hair is way better than that old assh-” he’s cut off by the sudden buzzing from your phone on the couch. It effectively shatters whatever resemblance of a moment the two of you were having, and you push back the disappointment at that. 
If it hadn’t been the phone, it would have been something else: jokes taken too far, insults tossed out carelessly, one of you remembering that you shouldn’t be joking around this way. You shouldn’t be joking around friends. 
You glance down at your screen and the notifications that have begun to roll in. 
STEVE-O: you guys have a minute before you both owe me $500
ROBIN 🐦: and me!
STEVE-O: and robin
“Who is it?” Eddie asks, leaning over to grab at your phone. Similar to how you had done to him with the magazine, you throw your hand out of his reach, narrowing your eyes in his direction. Unlike with the magazine, he doesn’t make a move to grab it. He keeps as much space between the two of you as possible. 
“Excuse you,” you huff, glancing back down at the group message, preparing to take the quick photo and send it off. 
“What? You can steal my phone but I can’t steal yours?” he questions, almost whines. 
You glance at him, thumbs still hovering over the keyboard, “It was Steve. There, now you don’t need to steal my phone.” 
“Let me respond to him,” he simply makes grabby hands this time, not reaching into your personal space. 
“No.”
“Oh, c’mon.”
“Maybe you should have a smart phone like the rest of us so you could be part of the group chat.” 
“You guys have a fucking group chat?” 
“Yeah, without you.” 
If it hurts his feelings, he doesn’t let it show. He simply pouts in his corner of the couch. 
You’re about to swipe up, hit the camera icon and get the photo over with, but Eddie interrupts again. 
“C’mon, just real quick. I just have something to say to Steve.” 
He’s holding out his palm again. Another buzz of your phone, surely another text from Steve. 
You don’t know why you do it. But you succumb. You take a leap of faith, and you reach out to drop your phone into Eddie Munson’s waiting hand. 
Once it’s in his grasp, he wastes no time to bring it in close to him. For someone who has a goddamn flip phone, he’s quick with his thumbs, typing out whatever message he had been so desperate to send with ease. You don’t notice that you’ve scooted closer to watch him over his shoulder until he’s hitting send. 
Patience, Harrington. We’re just trying to find my good angle. - E
“E?” you snort, “God, first the flip phone, now the cryptic messages. You’re either a serial killer or a drug dealer.” 
He only flips you off as he hands back the phone. 
Finally, finally, you’re able to open the camera app without interruption, stretching your arm out as you turn your back to Eddie and move your hand until you’re both in frame. Eddie keeps his middle finger held high and forces a scowl onto his face. You huff out, trying to not appear entertained before you flash a half-assed smile and thumbs up. 
If the two of you were friends, it’d be a cute photo. 
But you’re not, and as you hit send in the groupchat, providing them with the proof they so desperately crave, you consider deleting the photo. What use will it serve you after tonight? 
You should probably delete the photo, but you don’t. 
“Don’t look so overjoyed over there,” you comment as you finally lock your phone upon seeing the photo successfully sent, “You look miserable.”
“I am miserable.” 
“You weren’t, like, ten seconds ago,” you’re quick to point out, discarding the smartphone onto his coffee table and facing him once more. You’re closer than before, “You were actually laughing at my jokes. It’s okay to admit I’m funny, y’know?” 
You should probably scoot back over and put the distance back between the two of you, but you don’t. 
“You were funny once,” he puts severe emphasis on the once, “That’s a rare occasion for you, sweetheart.” 
There’s something different in the way he enunciated the nickname this time. He doesn’t sound out each syllable with the purpose of annoying you, and instead it seems to slip effortlessly off his tongue. You try to not think too much of it. 
“Bullshit,” you shake your head and refuse to believe, only because you have proof to back your words up, “I’ve seen you laugh at my jokes when we’re out with everyone. You do this stupid thing when you start to laugh, and then you cough into your fist like you’re trying to cover it up. And everyone knows it’s not a real cough because when you really cough, you cover it with your elbow like a normal person.” 
You probably shouldn’t take so much notice of his mannerisms, but you do. 
To emphasize your point, you bring your arm to wrap around your head as if you were coughing, “Like this. Like… Like Dracula or something.” 
He simply stares, one eyebrow slightly raised as he watches you. Normally, you’d interpret look as unimpressed. But something tugs in your chest, and you nearly convince yourself that he’s watching you with mirth. 
“Oh, come on! Stop staring at me like I’m the giant nerd here for referencing a vampire everyone knows,” you complain, finally scooting under the burn of his gaze.
“You’re not a giant nerd,” he corrects, and it almost seems as if his mouth is working faster than his brain as he continues, “You’re a fucking dork.” 
He lets the word hang heavy between the two of you. Dork. A stranger might find it to be dripping in adorement, all because they don’t know better. But you know better, and you know it can’t possibly be dripping of anything. It’s dry. It’s nothing. 
“I’m a dork?” you counter, “You’re the one with an action figure of Gandalf the Great in your living room.” 
“Oh, so you know who Gandalf is? Maybe you are a nerd.” 
The dimples are back. This time, you try to not stare at them, to now acknowledge their existence. Because every time you do, you think of his hand passing over that sliver of skin on your lower back. Because every time you do, you remember the time when you thought there was hope for you and Eddie to be friends. 
For a moment, it’s been easy. The banter has been friendly between the two of you, and if you close your eyes, you could pretend you’re having just another night in with Steve or Robin. Another day of sitting in Nancy’s living room as she asks for your opinions on her latest articles or another afternoon of smoking with Argyle. If you close your eyes, it’s not Eddie you’re here with, it’s a friend.
The realization seems to hit the two of you at the exact same time. All the merriment of the banter drains out of both of you. Eddie clears his throat, and you scoot back to your original placement on the couch. 
You’re not here with a friend. You’re here with Eddie, the boy who has gone out of his way to make you miserable at every chance he’s offered. Eddie, the boy who’s made you cry twice now. 
You probably shouldn’t still cling to the what-could-have-beens of a friendship with Eddie that had long since been buried, but you do.
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hamiltonaf · 6 months
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bestfriends to lovers lewis?🥹
Wingman | Lewis Hamilton
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Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x BF ! Female Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: Slow burn
A/N: Hello loves ! Sorry for the delay, I believe I re-wrote this like 5 times because I had so many different scenarios in mind. I was so overwhelmed and finally settled on this. Nonetheless, I hope you babes enjoy. Requests are still open .xx
(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname
Nothing is harder than trying to hide your true feelings from your best friend. Well, theirs nothing to really hide considering how our relationship is, definitely not the same as my other guy friends. I’m fully convinced that everyone cracked that I have feelings for Lewis, except Lewis himself. Whoever said that guys and girls can be friends…they LIED.
Our friendship started about 2 years ago when Miles had introduced Lewis and I at Coachella. Miles and I go back a long way through our parents, we’ve been close ever since but just friends, nothing more. Miles knew about my love for F1 from early days and especially being a big fan of Lewis, he made sure that we’d meet some day since that’s his best friend after all.
I distinctly remember what felt like yesterday, we had the best weekend at Coachella and I was quite surprised how quickly Lewis and I grew on each other. Unfortunately, I rarely saw him since I had studying and work to do at the time, however that didn’t stop us from texting and video calling almost every day. That all changed earlier this year when I was done studying and I had a remote job so I had a lot more free time on my hands. I actually shared the news with Lewis first when I got my new job, he was so thrilled that he insisted that I now have no excuse not to attend more races.
What started off as friendly banter turned into flirting and teasing from time to time, if a total stranger saw us together they’d assume we’re a couple. Lol I wish. I have no clue what I’m doing wrong for him not to take a hint, unless he’s not interested in being in a relationship or worse case scenario… he has his eyes on someone else, but surely he’d tell me right ? I mean we’re best friends… or are we ?
That brings us to the present moment. It’s the Monaco GP weekend and you can imagine that almost every A list celebrity is here. Besides my love for F1, I’m a football fan as well - you can only imagine what would happen to my heart if I spot footballers in the paddock. Friday and Saturday are always quiet of course until Sunday strikes and the paddock is packed.
I was staying over at Lewis’ place for the weekend - no joke when I say we had a full on argument about me staying at a hotel when I can literally walk to the paddock since Monaco is so small. Of course he won the argument. Get my point when I say that people would think we’re a couple ?
It’s race morning, Lewis and I were getting ready not knowing what was going to occur the minute we’re about to leave. “(Y/N/N) are you ready ?” He called from the lounge. “Yep ! Just give me a sec” I yelled as I grabbed my phone and bag. I stopped in my track the second I saw that we were both wearing purple. “Are you kidding me ?” I said to myself. “You stole my look” he accused. “Excuse me ? I literally didn’t see what you’re wearing until now” I said defensively. “I’m just playing. You look beautiful and it’s cute that we besties are matching” he smiled. “Aww thanks Lew, but I have to change because everyone is going to think that we planned this” I said as I rushed back into the room to search for something else.
“Just forget about it, I’m changing as soon as I get to the garage in my team shirt and besides that we’re running late” he said as he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me along with him out the door to the elevator. “But Lew” I whined. He cupped my cheeks as he said, “Stop worrying about other people, focus on the positive..you got me and I’ll always have your back no matter what.” He gave me a quick wink and dropped his hands when we reached the ground floor. Not gonna lie that I had literal butterflies for those few seconds.
We drove to the paddock which didn’t take that long. I don’t know why I suddenly felt nervous, my hands started to feel clammy and I could already feel my body temperature rise. “Soo..you go ahead, I’ll meet you at the garage as per usual” I said as i stepped out of the car. “I was thinking we just go together” he smiled as he held his hand out for assistance out of the car. “Uhm are you sure ? People can be quick to assume things and start rumours..” Why can’t I shut up ?
“So what ? I don’t care, as long as you’re by my side” he shrugged. Aww. “Someone is being particularly nice today” I raised a brow at him as we walked towards the paddock entrance. “Pft..I’m always nice” he laughed. “On a normal day you test my patience to the limit with your banter, looks like someone is in a good mood. Don’t worry I won’t spoil it, I’ll make the most out of it” I smirked. As soon as we entered the paddock, we’re flocked by photographers and some fans taking pictures. In the moment I was so overwhelmed, luckily I had my sunglasses on the entire time so I actually ended up walking ahead of Lewis just to get to the garage faster.
I greeted a few mechanics, as well as Bono and Toto. We were lost in conversation that I actually forgot about Lewis coming back. Our conversation came to an end when all of our heads turned to Lewis greeting Neymar and Kylian. Oh my god. I was fangirling internally.
“No frikken way” I lowly said to myself. I started day dreaming and didn’t even realise that Lewis was next to me until he shut my mouth closed. “You’ll catch fly’s love” he half laughed. “Oh my god I can’t believe Neymar and Kylian are here !” I squealed. “You’re into football ?” He furrowed his brows. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know - you weren’t the only athlete I kept tabs on” I lightly hit his chest. “That hurt my heart” he pouted. “Mine too considering you didn’t introduce me” I scoffed.
“No biggie, we’re meeting them later tonight” he said casually. “Say what now ? You’re lying” I rolled my eyes. Ain’t no way. “I swear” he said in all seriousness as he held out his pinky. “I’ll take your word for it” I linked my pinky with his. “In that case, do you think you could be my wingman ? I wanna know what the hype is about being a football wag” I teasingly suggested. “Uhhh..no” he straightforwardly said. “And why not ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because then I’ll have no best friend” he lied as he walked ahead. “Don’t worry, if you be my wingman then I’ll be your wingwoman. I’ll find you a new best friend or better yet, a girlfriend !” I enthusiastically suggested.
“I don’t trust your taste” he said as he entered his drivers room. “Okay then let’s forget about me being your wingwoman. Put in a good word for me” I winked as I took a seat on the couch. “Yeah sure” he sarcastically said as he shook his head.
The day went by so quickly after that, before we knew it the anthem was over and Lewis was already heading out to line up on the grid. Just before he could leave he was talking to Toto for a while, then finally turned to me. “As per usual, I hope you have a safe race. Best of luck bestie” I said first. “And as always..thank you for your support. I really appreciate you coming to races (Y/N/N)” he smiled before pulling me in for a hug. “You could thank me by being my wingman” I played along. “Not this again” he said annoyed as he broke away from our hug. “Don’t let it distract you from racing” I joked. He rolled his eyes at me with a serious look before breaking into a smile, “Bye (Y/N/N) !” He trailed.
The race went by so quickly, pun intended. Lewis finished at P4, we’ll take it as a win considering the performance of the car this year.
Didn’t see much of Lewis after the race since he had media duties. Once he was done, we spoke about the race in general on our way back to his place. “Soo what are our plans for the evening ?” I asked as I laid on the couch. “Are you forgetting the part when I told you earlier that we’re meeting Kylian and Neymar ?” He raised a brow. Realisation hit me in the face. “Oh my god I need to find something good to wear” I squealed as I rushed over to my bag.
“It’s in a nightclub, they’re not going to see you” he laughed. “They will when you play wingman and I’m leaving with one of them. Mainly Kylian, Neymar is off limits because he has a girlfriend” I said as I continued searching through my bag. “How are you so sure about leaving with Kylian” he laughed. “Well obviously that will happen after you put in a good word for me about my love for football” I said in an obvious tone. “Hmm okay” he said with a smirk.
As Lewis got ready, I decided to do the same, I had a shower and sat in my robe as I did my makeup, and hair. Once I was done, I slipped into my dress and heels. “(Y/N/N) you ready ?” He called for me. “I’m just putting on my heels” I said whilst holding onto the bathroom counter top for support. “Wow” I heard him say from behind me. “You look- wow.. gorgeous” he said softly. “Aww really ? Thank you Lew” I pouted as I looked at him through the mirror. “Your rizz is literally showing through your outfit” I said as I turned around to face him. “I guess I should take that as a compliment ?” He asked with furrowed brows. “Of course it’s a compliment, I basically said you look so fine that you could pull anyone you wanted tonight” I admitted. I mentally slapped myself for telling him he looked fine out loud.
“If I heard correctly, almost sounded like you were hitting on me ?” He raised a brow. “In your dreams babe, let’s go” I said as I tapped his chest and walked past him.
When we arrived at the club, Lewis handed the keys over to the valet, that’s when we spotted Daniel or otherwise known as Spinz. We greeted each other as we all walked over to the doors of the club. “I won’t remind you again what the plans are for tonight” I mentioned to Lewis. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget” he said with a grin. He’s acting sus.
As soon as we entered the club, we were escorted to the VIP area and that’s when I spotted Neymar, and Kylian. Oh my word.. unreal. Both of them spotted Lewis and walked over to us to greet him. I stood behind Lewis with Daniel, eagerly waiting to hear what Lewis has to say.
Lewis shook their hands and made some small talk before moving aside to pull me forward by my waist. It’s hard to hear over the loud music, but i oddly enough heard clearly every word Lewis said. “Boys, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend” he smiled. Sir, I beg your pardon. Girlfriend ? I knew he was acting sus. “Hey ! So nice to meet you both, I’m a big fan” I yelled over the music as I hugged them both.
“Great to meet you too. Lewis is a lucky guy” Kylian smiled. “Aha well, I’m a lucky girl” I joked. All of the build up to annoy him just died down. I really pictured having a full on conversation with both Kylian and Neymar but that also went out the window when I started to get frustrated yelling over the music.. I was actually starting to lose my voice. Besides that, I was itching to leave this place so I can have a talk with Lewis. Quite a relief that Daniel was with us so i had someone else to talk to in the mean time.
After about a whole hour, I started to get a headache and just felt the need to leave. I was seated in the VIP area with Daniel whilst Lewis was catching up with Kylian and Neymar not so far away. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, “I wanna leave” I yelled. “What ?” He asked as he leaned in closer. “Can we please go ?” I yelled once again. He nodded his head in reply. He briefly greeted them goodbye as I I did the same.
We walked in silence to the car until the car doors slammed. “Uhm care to enlighten me on what happened back there, boyfriend ?” I emphasised his new title as he then sped off. He stifled a laugh, “Well I got a bit- cough”. “What was that ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Can we just talk about this when we get back home ?” He asked as he looked over to me for a second. I didn’t answer back, just looked out the window. When we got back to his place, I jumped out the car and walked ahead of him to the elevator. “Can you stop giving me the silent treatment ?” He said as he stood across me.
I remained silent until we were in his apartment. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs over, “Was that really necessary ?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Well I thought it would be funny” he smiled. I took a deep breath, “I- do you want me to be single and lonely for the rest of my life ?” I faked a smile. “Oh my days (Y/N)…can you not take a hint ?” He said annoyed. I stood up from where I was seated, “I assumed you were just trying to annoy me like you always do and tonight you did exactly that, but worse.” I walked past him as he then caught a hold of my wrist. He pulled me back and twirled me to face him.
“(Y/N), if it isn’t obvious enough..I love you.” I was left speechless. “I’ve fallen for you since we first met at Coachella. You caught my eye and I knew then that I always wanted you by my side. You made my day when you shared the news with me that you were finally able to come to more races, I thought it’s now or never. I thought I was pretty obvious about how I felt about you, even Miles knows this” he softly smiled. “That idiot knew all this time and didn’t tell me even after I told him how I felt about you. Anyway, never mind him. Why didn’t you say anything earlier after I told you to be my wingman for tonight ?” I furrowed my brows.
“Because I wanted to wipe that smirk off your face” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer against his chest. “To me it just sounds like you were jealous” I pursed my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I wasn’t jealous” he scoffed. “So then why did you call me your girlfriend ?” I raised a brow. “Okay fine, you win that, but… will you be mine ?” He asked nervously. “I thought you’d never ask” I said as I closed the gap between us, placing my lips on his.
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becca-is-not-well · 8 months
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Hi pretty!
So I have a super cute idea that won't let me rest
So basically how do you think chase davenport would react to the reader stealing his clothes
Like pajama pants, one of his flannels, a tee shirt
Id yoyu don't wanna write if you totally don't have to🩷
NAH HE WOULD BE SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST AND THEN BE LIKE "Wait why is this kinda-" LIKE HE'D GO 🤨😲😳🥺😏
Chase Davenport x reader
Warnings: fluffy, a little cheesy, and gets suggestive at the end (im sorry I couldn't help myself I love him sm sobbb) 2nd person (you/yours) also I didn't specify how the clothes fit cause I'm a big girl and I know for a fact Chase's clothes would be tight on me if I even managed to squeeze in lol so it's hopefully as inclusive as possible :)
"Hey, has anyone seen my blue flannel?" Chase asked the living room full of superheros.
"You have, like, a hundred blue flannels. Care to narrow it down at all?" Bree responded with her usual amount of attitude. Chase sent her an unamused look.
"Then have you seen my sweatpants? I'm staying with my girlfriend tonight and I can't find any of my clothes," he says exasperated.
"I bet Oliver stole them. He had a history," Kaz looks away his best friend with an amused smile.
"For the last time, I didn't realize they were your underwear! I wouldn't have touched them with a ten-foot pole if I had realized," Oliver shuddered at the memory while Bree and Chase both rolled their eyes.
"Oh! Skyler, have you seen my blue flannel and/or my sweatpants?" Chase asked the alien as she walked into the room.
"You have about a hundred blue flannels, how am I supposed to know which one you're looking for?" Skyler replied immediately. Bree pointed at Skyler dramatically while looking at her brother.
"See?!" She said triumphantly, happy for the unexpected validation. Chase rolled his eyes so hard, it was a surprise they didn't get stuck looking at his brain.
"And this is why I'm going away for the night," he said with a sarcastic smile before turning around and leaving the room.
After almost a half hour of searching, he still couldn't find his missing clothes. But Chase was nothing if not punctual, so he ended up just throwing some random clothes in his bag and heading out the door to get to your apartment on time.
Soon enough, he was right outside the familiar door that led into a small apartment. The man let out a content sigh as he opened the door and took in the familiar sights and smells of the place, happy to finally get away from his own home and spend the night with his love.
"Honey, I'm home!" Chase called out, only half joking.
A blur of blue and gray suddenly came full speed out of the bedroom, colliding with him in a tight hug. After taking a second to regain his balance, he chuckled and hugged you back just as hard.
"Hi, baby," he said, burying his face in your hair and breathing deeply. It had been a rough week for him, but all the tension in his body left with a simple hug.
"I missed you~" you said in a slightly whiny tone, holding onto Chase even tighter.
"Missed you too, bug," he chuckled at your enthusiasm to see him, warmth and love rising in his chest. No one had ever had a reaction like this to simply seeing him before- and it was definitely a boost in confidence.
After a few more moments in each other's embrace, you both pulled away slightly, smiling at each other. Silently, you met each other's lips for a sweet, slow peck.
"Wait- what are you-" Chase pulled away again, his big brain processing what he had seen you wearing in the split second he had looked down. "Is that my flannel?"
You just nodded with a sweetly oblivious smile, stepping back to show the whole outfit.
"And your pants- and this might be your t-shirt," you told him happily. Chase just stood there in confusion- and a little bit of awe. Sure enough, your entire outfit consisted of his clothes.
"Is- that okay?" You asked after a moment of silence from Chase.
"Uh- yeah! Yeah, of course," he replied, a smile working its way onto his face.
It was cliché, but he decided quickly that seeing his you in his clothes was the best thing that would ever grace his eyes. You just looked so cute standing there, a shy smile on your face as you presented the clothing that used to belong to him. Obviously, though, he thought you looked much better than he ever did in the clothes- he would never dream of asking for them back.
Soon, the innocent adoration turned into something a bit less innocent. A surge of possessiveness and pride swelled in him as he looked you up and down again.
"You look so pretty, I don't know if I want to take my clothes off you or just keep looking," he said, the surge of confidence overtaking him as he stepped closer again.
You let out a giggle as he took your waist in his hands, pulling your body closer.
"I may or may not have a preference," you told him, subconsciously biting your lip.
"Oh really? Why don't you show me which one you want, then?" Chase said with a smile, meeting you for another kiss.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUWST YOU HAVE NO IDRA HOW HAPPY I AM
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pilfappreciator · 3 months
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Can you write about Veneer... Just, like, anything at all. I'm BEGGING. They could be headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, ANYTHING. My little gay mind can't handle it. If you don't have any ideas here are some that I have off the top of my head ^_^ (also if you could make any of these male reader I will love you forever BUT you obviously don't have to <33)
- Baking with him (but either veneer or the reader is a nightmare in the kitchen and everything goes wrong)
- Having a slumber party !! (Doing eachothers nails, hair, makeup, watching movies, just talking, possibly falling asleep in eachothers arms and being embarrassed in the morning)
- Playing hide and seek together
- CHRISTMAS WITH VENEER!!! (Decorating the house/Christmas tree, getting presents, playing out in the snow, just general festive activities:3)
- Reader who has a shit ton of stuffies and has named them all (introducing them to Veneer, cuddling, fluffy things)
- Eepy time (sleeping/cuddling hcs, shenanigans, not being able to fall asleep, weird midnight chats)
I had more but I forgot....
NAHHH UR LITERALLLY SO BASED I LOVE YOU FOR THAT!!! Veneer is literally such a criminal cuz like?? He kidnapped someone, tortured them, AND he stole your heart??? SOMEONE STOP HIM ASDKJALJSLD
Ended up combining a few of your ideas into one big concept! Hope you don't mind :3
Also heads up that this takes place before the events of Band Together took off! Just figured it'd be kinda hard to throw a sleepover when your ass is literally in prison lol
Veneer x Reader: when your favorite twink invites you to a sleepover
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Includes: Male! Reader, sleepover shenanigans, fluff, slight angst, gaygaygaygay—
💎 You and Veneer would have to be INCREDIBLY close before he even considered invited you over
💎 Tbh I feel like getting invited to hangout with this guy in any way is actually? Kind of a privilage?? Like his fame is obviously a big factor in that but growing up, I doubt he had any actual friends who weren't his sister. I imagine him as kinda shy and non-confrontational as a kid, and though Velvet wasn't the BEST sibling, she never hesitated to cuss out whatever poor soul chose to pick on her brother. She's always been the one to lead and Veneer has always just followed
💎 I mean... the guy literally participated in tortue just cuz his sister told him to. He sheep coded as hell 😔
💎 So yeah, this boy probably has like zero experience when it comes to having friends who don't use him for his fame and/or are related to him by blood. Luckily you came along! Now he's actually got someone with whom he shares a genuine connection with!!
💎 Whether that connection is strictly platonic has... yet to be determined >;3c
💎 WITH THAT BEING SAID!! This guy has never once participated in a sleepover (hanging out in his sister's room doesn't count), and he's got absolutely no clue what to do ://
💎 Will conduct numerous amounts of research days in advance! And by research, I mean he's binging all his favorite chick flicks and having Krimp take notes aslkdhaljsdl
💎 FR THO!! THIS BOY IS JITTERY AS HELL WHEN THE TIME COMES TO ASK YOU OUT OVER LIKE---!
💎 "Oh heyyyy, (____)! Fancy seeing you here!"
"This... is my house?"
"R-right, right! Obviously! Um, anyway, do you like sleeping?"
"Uh."
"Also, u-uh, totally unrelated but have you ever wondered what the inside of my house looks like?"
💎 Pls just accept his invitation. If he gets any redder he might pop a blood vessel or something
💎 Heaves out the BIGGEST sigh once you say yes. He'll try to play himself off as nonchalant even though he's absolutely ecstatic, but like... the boy is literally vibrating with excitement okay, he's not fooling anyone lol
💎 Once the big day comes and you show up to his house— sorry, MANSION? Prepare yourself cuz he is most definitely giving a tour. From the indoor pool, to the outdoor pool, to the personal studio/production room, to the many walk-in closets, to a room that is literally just one big ball pit, to a heigh-ceiling hallway just lined with photos/painting of him and his sister... he is NOT afraid to show off asdkajsdlkhjf
💎 (Sidenote: don't worry about Velvet potentially intruding on the sleepover. She's agreed to step out for the day on her brother's behalf. Was definitely pretty pissy about having to vacate her own home but eventually relented... but Veneer definitely owes her for her kindness)
💎 Yknow all those cliche sleepover activities people do in movies? Yeah, you guys are doing literally all of them
💎 Such a dumbass <33
💎 NO LIKE ACTUALLY THO?? Krimp made Veneer a list of popular and totally optional things to do at a sleepover and the second he saw it, he was just like "uugh, seems like a lot of work but I GUESS I'll do it 🙄"
💎 You guys are painting your nails matching colors, doing facemasks, messing around with each others' hair— the whole shebang!! And considering this dude is rich as fuck, you just KNOW he's got nothing but all the top-of-the-line products 😤😤. Only the finest for him (and you <33)
💎 LET HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP!! I feel like he really enjoys it as a whole! Like it's probably his favorite part of getting ready for shows or just his day in general, and the only person he's done makeup for is Velvet (tho those instances were VERY rare)... but if you just? Suggest that he does yours for you?? Like just sitting back so he can do his thing, allowing him to call the shots like he rarely ever does???
💎 Literally swooning SO HARD ASLDHKALKJSJDLKJA
💎 Unfortunately the whole thing kinda backfires on him cuz: 1) you're already super cute without makeup, and 2) he knows what he's doing and could easily boost someone's looks with just some eyesliner and the right shade of lipstick
💎 He makes you look hotter, is basically what I'm getting at
💎 He's not sure if he's just done himself a huge favor or screwed himself over for the rest of the night
💎 Considering his crazy wealth and the fact he probably grew up pretty sheltered/spoiled, I doubt this boy knows anything about how a kitchen works lol. Like most of his meals were either made for him by Krimp or served at high-end hoity-toity restaurants with caviar that probably cost more than most organs sell on the black market ://
💎 So yeah, dinner is really gonna come down to you and your skill level
💎 If you know you're away around, CONGRATS!! You've just signed yourself up for cooking lessons with Veneer! And yes, the kitchen WILL end up a mess (but no worries, he'll just make Krimp clean it up). You'll definitely have to take the lead here and he's more than happy to let you do so! Just tell him what spices you need or what utensil to grab, and his ass is on it 🫡 If you wanna teach him how to knead dough or peel certain ingredients?? He won't complain (especially if said activity requires you two to be in close proximity hehe)
💎 Do NOT leave him alone in the kitchen for more than 10 seconds. You'll just return to find him trying to cut strawberries with the dull side of a knife u_u
💎 If you're also total shit in the kitchen?? No worries! Veneer may be living that high life but he's not above ordering takeout lol
💎 Remember those chick flicks I mentioned earlier? Yeah, you two are totally running a marathon of those. If you happen to have any good recs or other movies you happen to like?? He's totally willing to give them a try! Just know that if it's a scary movie… he's gonna be wrapped around you like a koala and screaming into your ear at every jumpscare
💎 He may be talentless but this boy can hit a high note if he feels he's in danger
💎 He may be different from his sister in some ways, but one attribute he shares with her is the fact that he's a TOTAL GOSSIP LIKE?? THIS BOY IS MORE THAN PREPARED TO SPILL THE TEA ON ANY GIVEN OCCASION—
💎 "Oh my gosh, did you HEAR about what happened to Nikki Mirage the other day??"
"No? Wait, who's that again?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHO--- okay, sit down so I can educate you 😤"
💎 Him and Velvet literally thrive on drama, idk what else to tell you
💎 (he might also spill some tea about his sister... nothing too incriminating, but like, a few embarrassing childhood stories couldn't hurt, right?)
💎 Late night talks are a MUST!! At some point in the night the two of you end up like... nestled under the covers of whatever fort you guys threw together... you're facing each other, heads centimeters apart as you share a pillow... whispering and giggling for no real reason...
💎 Maybe he vents a little about his insecurities and the way Velvet treats him, less like a brother and more like a shadow she can manipulate as she pleases... and maybe you grab his hand under the blanket... yknow, just to comfort him or whatever...
💎 Veneer only ever gets physical affection when he visits his parents, and even then it's just like? The bare minimum?? Pats on the head/shoulder/back, brief hugs, chaste kisses on his cheek— that kinda crap. And it's so tragic cuz this boy is literally the biggest little spoon to ever spoon. Like actually pls just hold him
💎 If he wakes up the next morning to find you laying behind him? Arms wound around his middle?? You face burried against his neck/shoulder blades/top of his head????
💎 He is not moving from that spot even after you wake up too <33
Cannibal, I absolutely ADORE YOU FOR THIS ASK!! LITERALLY SO FUN TO WRITE SAKLJASADKJSD THANK YOU SO MUCH <3333 (was originally gonna split this into two parts but was like, "nah, this ask deserves to be hella long" uwu)
Veneer redemption arc when??
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peachypinkygloss · 8 months
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For the event, imagine like rivals to lovers with scientist namjoon
Congrats on 2k!!!!!!!
thank you, baby!! 🤍 hope you like it! 🥺
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petty behaviour
You're being a bit petty with Namjoon since the day he got promoted and not you. Being a bitch has consequences.
pairing: scientist!namjoon x scientist!reader
genre: rivals to lovers, co-workers au, eventual smut
warnings: reader's a bitch and namjoon can't stand her, a lot of slurs and curses lol, degradation, off-screen smut (gotta keep it short, im sorry 😔), 1k words.
a.n.: i know nothing about scientists 😭 but i know scientist namjoon is hot like fire 🔥 i definitely went with something umm... spicier, but you can't tell me there isn't chemistry between those two 😏
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍
♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡
You don't hate Namjoon, you just don't appreciate him, it's different. Last year, when you thought you were going to get promoted, he stole it from you. He always steals everything from you as if you didn't work hard to earn it.
Why did your boss decide to give Namjoon the promotion instead? Because he's more loved by his co-workers, that's what everyone wanted, that he gets awarded and not you.
Right, you're not the most appreciable colleague they can have, you suppose it makes sense people prefer Namjoon, but that doesn't mean you didn't deserve the promotion.
You worked hard for it and it was practically in the pocket, your boss was totally over the moon with the progress you've made in the scientific world, but Kim Namjoon came with a groundbreaking theory and there was your promotion... flying away from your hands.
Since that, you never miss to send Namjoon a dirty look whenever he enters a room. That's childish of you, but you couldn't care less. You don't have a reputation to keep clean, unlike him, who every time you're being arrogant, he can't snap back.
You're rarely alone in the science labs and people would hear him if he said anything a bit mean to you. That can't happen, so he only side-eye you when you criticize his work habits or when you judge the way he analyzes samples.
It satisfies you to see his jaw clench and his hands forming fists because you know he finds you annoying. Even though you're aware envy and jealousy push you to behave this way, for once, you feel powerful.
Maybe it's a way to get revenge. You could argue that it's not necessary, that he deserved it as much as you did and no matter how petty you act, the promotion still won't be yours.
But there's something so relieving about anger, so intoxicating, it makes you want more, be meaner and even pettier. You want to see those eyebrows knit together, flames dancing in his eyes, his muscles flexing and his jaw clenching.
You want him to be mad, much angrier than you are.
That's why you're doing it again, now. It's late in the evening, most people have left and there are only the two of you in the lab.
The irony is you are both working on the same project... You weren't happy when your boss announced you were going to spend the next few days with Namjoon, but it could be a way to prove yourself to your superior and finally show that compared to your co-worker, you're much more hardworking.
"You're going to ruin the sample," you observe, eyes strained down on his hands where he manipulates the small glass plate. You stand beside him as he's sitting on a stool, doing tests and measurements.
He slowly looks up at you, the plate still secured between his long fingers, and the expression on his face almost makes you shudder from head to toe. You've been bugging him since this morning, you don't doubt he's completely tired of you now.
"I'm not," he replies coldly, looking into your eyes for much longer than necessary. When you think he's going to curse you back, he only glances down at his working table.
You feel frustrated that he isn't giving you the attention you wanted, the hate and the anger you needed to pull out from him in order to finally make him snap.
He fumbles through his notes, continuing his work instead of talking to you. Why does he have to be patient, so calm and not bicker back? You realize the lower you go, the higher he goes.
"I don't think the boss knew the risk he was taking by putting you on this project," you let out, leaning on the table and placing your other hand on your hip. "You're the reason why we can't make any progress, you're a burden on the team," you bite, and hard.
This is when he clenches his jaw, sharp and defined, his muscles contracting at how annoying you're being. He tries to hold himself back and you wonder what passes through his head right now, how many insults he throws at you mentally. This only encourages you to go farther.
"I'm surprised you still haven't been kicked off the project," you smirk. "They might prefer you over me, but they're all hypocrites. They know you don't deserve to be on this project. You better quit, it'll be less embarrassing for you."
You don't think you've gone too far before he raises from his seat and pins you against the table. You gasp out of surprise, not realizing what's happening until he grasps your jaw and forces you to face him. He presses hard on your cheeks, making your lips jut out.
He dominates you with all his height, making you feel small and insignificant, like he's dealing with a rock in his shoe. You look up at him, now acting like a coward, your mean attitude long gone.
"Aren't you tired of being a bitch with me all the time?" He asks, voice calm, not an ounce of anger behind it. "Or you're just so fucking needy of my attention you can't shut that petty mouth?" Namjoon adds on and gosh, why do you feel your core heating up.
You got what you wanted. He snapped and that's not what you've imagined at all. Even when mad, Namjoon won't yell at you. And you hate that he's right.
"You know what, sweetheart?" He slightly grins, staring down at you while having you trapped between him and the table, literally defenceless. "I think you're frustrated. Didn't get dick for a long time, got you acting like a fucking deprived slut."
He then turns you around and you don't say anything. What would you say anyway? Disagree with him when you're totally aroused by his lewd words? Were you unconsciously asking for his cock all this time? Maybe.
"But don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you need. You won't have to beg for my dick anymore."
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chelseachilly · 9 months
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THIS LOVE - prologue | high tide came and brought you in
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pairing: ben chilwell x reader
rating: T
word count: 1.5k
summary: you and ben have been best friends since you were kids. there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, including pretending to be his girlfriend to help his career when his public image has taken a hit. what’s the worst that can happen?
A/N: hi everyone! welcome to my latest ben fic! thanks to everyone who voted in the poll i made recently, ultimately i couldn’t decide so ended up going with both fake dating and friends to lovers lol. the title is from this love by taylor swift (taylor’s version obvi) <3
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When you woke up today, becoming Ben Chilwell’s girlfriend is the last thing you would’ve expected to happen. Short of an alien invasion or a complete nuclear apocalypse, there is hardly any conceivable scenario that you would’ve had a harder time believing.
The day starts like any other.
You wake up after hitting snooze a couple times then hurry to get ready for work. You don’t have time to make coffee at home, so you grab a latte and a bagel from Pret on your way to the hospital.
It’s a typical, stressful day in the life of an A&E nurse, with a few major traumas coming in and the usual NHS understaffing issues.
You have lunch with your favourite coworker talk close friend Valerie, who you met in uni, and talked shit about your least favourite coworkers while eating mediocre salads from the cafeteria.
By the end of the day, you’re totally exhausted, practically dragging your feet as you walk up the stairs to your flat and collapse on the couch.
You’ve just mustered the energy to change into your pyjamas when there’s a knock on your door, and you excitedly run over to grab your dinner.
Unfortunately, it isn’t the Indian takeaway you’ve ordered waiting for you on the other side, it’s your best friend Ben.
“I thought you were Indian food,” you groan.
“Sorry to disappoint,” Ben chuckles as you step aside to let him in and he kicks off his shoes. “Tough day?”
“Long day,” you reply, walking back over to your couch and plopping down as Ben walks into your kitchen to get a drink, making himself at home.
You and Ben have been best friends since you were six, when you and your family moved and you started at the same primary school as him. He was the first kid to show you some kindness by asking if you wanted to join him and his mates for a game of football at recess. Obviously, at the time you couldn’t have predicted that the childhood pastime would turn into a massively successful career for him.
You two grew closer over the years and remained close even when he started at Leicester’s academy and you didn’t get to spend nearly as much time together. You almost never missed a home game, regardless of if it was a friendly in the academy days or a monumental Champions League match once he made it to Chelsea.
Likewise, Ben has always been there for you, supporting you as you worked your butt off to make it through uni and get your nursing certification. He was elated when you landed a job at a hospital in London not long after he signed with Chelsea, immediately offering you a spare bedroom.
Although you did take him up on that offer for a couple months while you saved up and looked for a decent flat, you eventually got your own place to be closer to work. And because you found that guys you went out with were either threatened or way too excited when they found out you lived with a Premier League footballer.
You’ve both been living in London for about three years now, and while you’ve made your fair share of friends in the city, there is something special about the bond you have with Ben. He knows you better than anyone else, just as you know him, and hanging out with him always feels right.
He feels like home.
Ben joins you on the couch with two beers he stole from your fridge, one of which he passes to you.
You raise an eyebrow, accepting the drink and taking a sip. “Since when are you allowed to drink the week of a game?”
“I’m just having one,” Ben retorts, kicking his feet up on your coffee table. “I’ve had a long day, too.”
“Oh, right, the PR meeting was today,” you recall. “How did it go?”
“Not great,” he sighs. “Do you think I’m a man whore?”
You nearly spit out your beer, trying very hard not to laugh as Ben looks at you with complete earnestness.
“Well, um, I wouldn’t say it like that,” you chuckle. “But…”
“Oh my god,” Ben groans. “If my best friend thinks that, no wonder my publicist says my image is shit.”
Frankly, Ben’s reputation has been better. Lately, he’s been spotted with more models and influencers than you can keep track of, none of whom stick around for very long. The media has been loving it, branding him as Chelsea’s resident playboy and splashing photos of him leaving clubs with beautiful women all over the tabloids.
You try not to judge, as it’s none of your business who Ben hooks up with, but you do think it’s a bit unlike him to be so reckless about it. Nevertheless, you’ve kept those thoughts to yourself.
“Isn’t that sort of the norm for footballers, though?” you question. “I mean, it’s not like a cheating scandal or something. Some of those guys are way worse than you, at least from what I’ve seen online.”
“Yeah, but according to Shreya, my publicist, times are changing and people don’t like the playboy shit anymore. Apparently I would have more luck getting brand deals and stuff if I seemed more…wholesome.”
You love Ben, but you struggle to see the man who proudly told you he left Jack Grealish’s party with two girls a few weeks ago as wholesome.
“So, what’s the plan?” you ask, taking another sip of beer. “Be more discreet with your hookups?”
“Not exactly,” Ben replies. “The team thinks…and I know this sounds crazy, but they want me to get a girlfriend. Well, a fake one. Someone to improve my image.”
You can’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and Ben narrows his eyes at you.
“God, I didn’t know famous people actually did that,” you say, trying to hold back your laughter. “Who’s she gonna set you up with? Please say it’s Taylor Swift. She’s single now!”
Ben laughs for a moment before setting his beer down on the table and turning to face you with a slightly more serious expression on his face.
“Actually, they had someone else in mind,” he says sheepishly. “Someone I already know.”
“Who is it?” you ask, trying to rack your brain to think of what girls Ben knows that would improve his image. Outside of his family and his mates’ girlfriends, you’re pretty much the only woman who is a constant presence in his life. “Wait, are you - don’t tell me you’re asking me?”
Ben pauses for a moment before hesitantly nodding, looking a bit as though he’s afraid you’re going to hit him. Which, frankly, you’re considering.
“The PR team asked if I knew any girls that would work and Mark started going on and on about how you’re my best friend and a nurse and they all said you would be perfect-“
“Ben, I can’t date you!” you exclaim, cursing his agent, Mark, for even suggesting something so absurd. “Who would even believe that?”
“We don’t need people who know us to believe it, just the public,” he states. “And you don’t have to actually date me, we just have to pretend in public for a couple months.”
“I know, but…”
“Please, Y/N?” Ben says, looking at you with wide eyes that you’ve found hard to resist since he was using them to get your extra biscuits in fourth year. “I know it’s a weird request, but it could really help me out.”
It’s really hard to say no to that. Ben has always been there for you in every way imaginable. He once flew to Leeds, where you went to uni, on a moment’s notice because you were stressing over finals and needed a friend. A couple years into his time at Leicester, your dad lost his job and Ben insisted upon covering your parents’ mortgage for six months to help out, claiming he “owed them for all the Sunday roasts” and refusing to accept repayment even when your dad found work again.
He would never use any of that as a bargaining chip or try to cash in a favour, but you really do feel as though you owe him one. And more importantly, you want to help him.
“Okay,” you sigh. “I’ll be your stupid fake girlfriend or whatever.”
“Really?” Ben’s face lights up and he pulls you into a tight hug. “Thank you so much. God, you’re a lifesaver.”
You hug him back just as tightly, breathing in his familiar scent - a mix of his aftershave with a bit of grass and something else.
“You’re welcome,” you say, rolling your eyes slightly as you pull back. “I feel like I’m gonna regret this.”
“You won’t, I promise,” Ben assures you. “I’ll give you a cut when I land the next big brand deal, how’s that?”
“Ew, no, that makes me feel a bit prostitutey,” you chuckle. “It’s just a favour, no need to compensate me. Although you can pay for the food when it gets here, since you’re gonna end up stealing half of it anyways.”
“Deal,” he grins, grabbing your TV remote and putting on an episode of New Girl you’ve both seen before.
As you settle in with your beers and samosas, laughing at the television together, you can’t help but wonder what you’ve just signed up for.
Oh well. What’s the worst that could happen?
A/N: i hope you enjoyed this first part, please let me know what you thought!! should have the next up soon! 💕 (also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!)
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Did Drow ever have a childhood before the temple or was he raised in it? If he did does he remember it? Sorry if these are silly questions I want to make something and I want it to be accurate.
(Heads up for A Novel Experience readers - these are technically spoilers as well as character lore, so, if you wanna stay totally blind to later developments, just don't read past the cut-off.)
Not a silly question at all! He would have found the temple only by age 18 (does that number mean anything to Bhaal/ the drow race? Probably not. Does it help me sleep better at night that he was at least of legal drinking age by the time he got introduced to his murder heritage? Yes It does). He doesn't really remember anything from his childhood other than that he was raised in the Underdark for a time, knows some basics about the culture and harbors a deep hatred of drow women and general dislike of drows. He knows he came to the surface quite young and spent over half his life above-ground, and honed his survival skills during that time, hence why he doesn't have any sun-sensitivity.
As for the details of his up-bringing, he was found somewhere in the wilds of the Underdark as an infant by a couple of slaves who took pity on him, then brought into a family where he was adopted by a matron and her consort who' d just lost their first-born son. Obviously, drows aren't known for their benevolence, but they found there to be something prophetic about this baby that had somehow stayed alive in spite of the Underdark's unforgiving nature, so they decide to keep him as a kind of marvel/curiosity, figuring if he didn't amount to much they could just sacrifice him to Lolth later.
Within the family he was pretty much left to his own devices, with the matron taking a lot of entertainment out of his weirdly feral behavior. He would just eat vermin and bats if she didn't bother feeding him, fended for himself and just showed a lot of strength for a child, not to mention that he never asked for anything or complained about the hand he was dealt. At some point he killed another family's son that picked on him, and, naturally, his foster mom loved that, lol.
ALAS, he killed her and her consort when he was about 10-13 years old, and then just left. Sceleritas would have appeared to him around that time and led the way to Baldur's Gate, while providing him with some basic aid and pointers to survive, though mostly just observing to see if he could prove himself worthy of his heritage by staying alive. He spent years living in the woods and city-streets he passed through, getting sustenance from eating game he hunted, food he stole, and, sometimes, people he killed. Probably fell under the care of a couple of unfortunate souls along the way who likely met a gruesome end, and finally arrived at the temple as a young adult where he lavished in his newly found status.
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Hello I don't know were to request and I'm hoping it's here.
But I was wondering if you can do a request about Joseph quinn and you and him both went to comic con also with Jamie grace and Finn .the reader is taking photos with lots of people and Joe like get jealous cause like he see how other guys are starting at you and hugging you and everything and he feel jealous a little bit but the reader doesn't know that.so after that they have a panel with Jamie grace the reader and finn and Joe and one person asked Joe if he was in a relationship amd he said yes so people were like saying he was with grace or people are like shipping him with grace and everyone in the cast pretty much know that the reader and Joe are dating so Jamie Fina nd grace try to calm down everyone and for them to stop assuming he dating grace ,but the reader gets like sad and jealous about its and Joe can see but she sitting next to Jamie so jamie being jamie Comforts The Reader .so when there done for the day they go back to the hotel and they talk about there feeling towards everything that happened and they tell the whole world that there together(⚠️possible ends with a smut) if not that is totally fine thank you!
Sorry if this doesn't really make sence lol !
i feel like you snuck into my bedtime fake scenarios and stole this right from my mind lol i hope it's okay that i changed a few things like making joe jealous of ex cast mates instead of regular guys, i just feel like he's way too reasonable to feel that way about fans. also, i'm really sorry that i didn't end it with smut, i tried to but it just didn't feel.. right for the plot and i don't like throwing sex in when it doesn't want to happen but i could do a part 2 if you'd like!
warnings: established relationship, jealously, angst, hurt/comfort.
feedback & criticism are highly appreciated <3
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relationships aren't easy.
you knew that, you've always known that. you witnessed your family and friends go through endless fights, fallouts, breakups, divorces etc. hell, even you have been through a lot of messy stuff during your previous relationships.
your exes being intolerant to your job, disrespectful towards what you do, getting jealous over the smallest things when you have told them time and time again that it was all just acting.
but that was all in the past, or so you've thought, because your current boyfriend gets it. he must. he's an actor just like you. you've met him on a set while working and before you know it, a scene wasn't the only thing you were sharing.
it all happened so naturally, effortlessly. you two just understood each other. you connected right away unlike others in your past, you didn't have to force it or feel like you're playing a script-less role. he entered your world and he fit right in like there has always been a spot dedicated for him.
it was so easy, way too easy. but just like the golden daylight on a cozy beach day, the comfort has to come to an end at some point once the sun sets and the darkness of the night sky takes over.
your relationship hasn't been the same for a while now, since the new season of stranger things dropped specifically. usually it's either you doing press while joseph accompanies you or vice versa, giving you both time to be together, you'd watch him do interviews or he'd be behind the scenes while you do photoshoots. etc.
this was different. at first you thought it would be better, a blessing since you'll be together a lot more. it was anything but that. he was constantly busy with interviews and comic cons and so were you, the problem being you hardly ever had time for one another.
everyday one of you would get back to your hotel room with only enough energy to shower, kiss goodnight and fall asleep. since you weren't sleeping at the same time, you barely even cuddled. a small hug was the most you've received from him for days and him from you.
the worst part is, you didn't even have the time to worry about this newly developed distance straining your relationship. you noticed it but you were far too busy to investigate it or to bring up your concerns to joe who wasn't blind to what's happening. he's observed it from afar as well.
both of you silently watching the iceberg melt, hoping it won't take you down with it.
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for the first time in what feels like forever, your schedules were aligned. you had a comic con together. it was only for a panel sure but you had lunch breaks together so that counts for something.
except that it didn't because even though you promised him to spend your breaks together, you got swept up in something else. turns out your former cast mates from a different series were there too and you got engulfed by catching up with old friends to tend to your boyfriend who spent the entire break sitting on the other side of the table, nibbling at his food, watching you interact, laugh and hug your old friends. doing the latter a little too closely and a little too much.
joseph wasn't the jealous type, or so he liked to believe. he was more than okay watching you with your fans, he knows how much they mean to you and how happy you're making them, how you're making their days by doing simple things like listening to them, holding their hands or embracing them. he loved it even, you were in your element and he was happy for you. but this was different. those weren't fans with nothing but pure admiration and support for you, they were guys you've kissed before on and off screen, they were guys who let their hands linger a little too long on your body when they hug you, they'd hold you by your waist and their fingers would dig into you lower back, their eyes would 'accidentally' wander to your chest whenever you'd pick up something from the table. they'd stare at your lips with their own hanging wide open.
he noticed you laughing louder than usual. he noticed you tucking your hair behind your ear. he noticed how your cheeks flushed when they complimented how good you look. he noticed the way you melted in your chair when one of them draped their arm around it, around you.
a part of him was fuming with these guys and how they're throwing themselves at you but then again, he can't really blame them. you're beautiful, you're attractive, you're mesmerizing and for all they know, you're single. the whole time he hoped you'd speak up, you'd point at him and introduce him to them as your boyfriend but he knew that was wishful thinking, you wouldn't do that and he was right, you didn't.
so he couldn't do anything but sit there, watch and feel the flames of jealousy slowly burning him from within while you're completely oblivious to the mess you're making.
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once that torturous lunch break was over, you and joseph had a panel together with finn and surprise guests grace and jamie. joe was sitting closest to the interviewer with grace right next to him, finn and jamie beside her and you were on the other end of the panel. this is how you and him would usually sit during public appearances to avoid drawing any suspicion or attention to your relationship so just like all the times before, you were okay with it at first because the panel was fun until it wasn't.
they added a new segment to the panel where the fans sitting in the crowd could ask questions. it wasn't a part of your written schedule but you didn't worry about it that much since for most part the fans have all been respectful and know not to cross any lines or boundaries. plus, you were all professional actors so it's not like you wouldn't know how to handle a reckless, out of pocket question every now and then.
most of the questions were either about the show and the upcoming final season or about your time filming the previous one. it wasn't until the interviewer picked out a random person in the crowd for the next one and they said their question is directed for joe specifically. they've asked him if he was dating anybody. a question you and him have learned to dodge like bullet.
except this time he didn't dodge it. he actually gave a corroborating answer. a simple "yes" was enough to drive the crowded room wild with claps and screams.
another voice followed from the crowd asking if the person he was dating was grace, that voice seemed to trigger a whole punch of others because the cheering seemed nonstop that the interviewer, finn and grace herself had to intervene to calm the noise down.
this reaction wasn't something you hadn't expected. you've seen the show, you've seen the chemistry between eddie and chrissy, you've been online and you weren't new to the shipping stuff whether it was between characters or the real life actors.
for the most part, you didn't care about it. you were the one dating joe so why would you care what people would say from behind their screens?
but deep down it still hurt a little bit. it hurt because just like chrissy, your character had chemistry filled scenes with eddie and just like grace, you've been pictured with him outside of work so you couldn't help but think why would they think he's dating her and not me? was she prettier? was she kinder? was she more talented? more charismatic? more worthy of love?
you hated yourself for these thoughts especially since grace has grown to be one of your friends on set. you hated that the media vultures were constantly comparing you as people and as women and you hated how in some dark times, you fell for these comparisons too even if you'd never dare admit that out loud.
but right now, what hurts the most is the fact that joseph didn't even care about what he said while your friends and coworkers were going out of their way to pick up shambles that weren't theirs to begin with. obviously you didn't expect him to deny dating grace and green lighting that he's with you and you're glad that he didn't, you wanted to keep your relationship private in as many aspects as you could but the way he just sat there idly, the way he didn't even look at you burned a hole in your heart.
while you felt like collapsing on that stage, your face remained unbothered. again, you were a professional actress and you had perfect control over your facial expressions, you could easily manipulate your muscles into staying still not showing an ounce of emotion when you feel like falling apart inside.
but jamie knew better than to fall for your act no matter how convincing it was. you knew him the longest out of everyone and he was one of your closest friends, he could read you even if you were a backwards script written in russian. he turned to you, extending an arm to rub your back in a comforting manner and a warm knowing smile on his lips, it was his subtle way of saying it's okay, don't worry about it without actually saying it. you were grateful for his sweet gesture but it didn't soothe the maiming pain you felt then.
after the chaos died down, the panel continued smoothly. standard questions and little games, you didn't make any attempts to speak to joe and he completely disregarded your existence. all so casually.
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the ride back to your hotel was quiet, tension rising with every breath either of you took until the air almost became suffocating. you counted the seconds until you got out of the car and finally was able to breathe.
you've managed to make it to your room without saying a word to him and you hoped you'd make it to bed the same way.
unlucky for you, joseph had other plans. locking the hotel door, he followed your steps into the room and stood by the doorframe. "can we talk?"
"i'm tired." you shut him down immediately, not in the mood to confront or be confronted. "and so am i but don't you think we need to talk?" you can feel his eyes burning in the back of your head so you turn to face him. "i don't know what we possibly need to talk about," you say nonchalantly but before you could stop yourself, you murmur "it's not like i'm your girlfriend or anything." regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, you turn around headed to your suitcase.
"you're seriously pissed about the panel?" even though you can't see his face, you can picture it based on that sardonic tone alone. it feels bitterly offended and you can imagine his face is mirroring it. "yes joe, i'm pissed about the panel because what the fuck was that?" you keep your back turned to him, still digging through your suitcase for your towel and a change of clothes.
"what the fuck was what? they asked me a question and i answered." hearing his footsteps approaching you, you take your stuff and walk to the bed. you can't be close to him right now, not when you might explode at any minute. "it's not about what you answered it's about how you answered it."
"it was a yes no question, there's no 'how i answered it'" he says and stands on the other side of the bed, now aware that you want to keep a physical distance between the both of you and wanting to respect your boundaries.
"of course you'd say that." you snort out, your voice petty and tone a little condensing but you're not in the right state of mind to control it right now. you've been suppressing it all night, it was gonna come out at one point or another. "what's that supposed to mean?" he stares at you dumbfounded, clearly a little offended but keeping his composure at bay as best as he can.
"it means that you don't get it. you never will. do you have any thought how humiliating it was for me to sit there and watch hundreds of people cheer over the idea that you're dating someone else? and my friend nonetheless? while sitting among our coworkers? and you're just there and you didn't even look at me." tossing your clothes on the bed, you spit it all out in one breath. frustration taking over invading whatever's left of your rational thinking but you're not even remotely done yet. "of course you don't see how fucking embarrassing it was to have people give you looks of pity because your boyfriend wouldn't even shut down rumours about being with someone else when they know you've been together for over two years." you continue on with your rant, taking the clothes you threw earlier and folding them, doing anything to stay occupied so you wouldn't have to look at him. it's enough that you feel his eyes locked on your every move, your every word.
"it's like you were ashamed of me." you mutter out and sigh, taking a seat on the bed. you finally look at him. "the whole time you didn't even look at me it's like i wasn't there and now you come here and want to talk? oh please talk i'd love to hear what you have to say now that you remembered i exist." his arms are crossed over his chest and he's looking down at the white sheets. you rendered him speechless for a second before he speaks up. "i didn't forget."
"aww how considerate of you! where is your boyfriend of the year award?" you put your hand over your heart and give him the fakest smile you could muster. it's petty and dismissive but you couldn't help it.
you get off the bed and on your way to the bathroom his voice halts you. "you're such a hypocrite." turning around to face him to make sure your ears didn't deceive you. "excuse me?"
"i said you're a hypocrite." he repeats his words confirming what you thought you've heard. raising your eyebrows at him. "me?" you walk back to your side of the bed and set your clothes down. your turn to cross your arms and stare at him like he's saying utter nonsense.
"yes you. you're upset about how i was acting like you didn't exist when you've spent this entire trip going out with other people. i barely fucking saw you for four days. when we're at the expo you're hanging out with them and then you go out and don't get back to me until god knows when. you never even introduced me like you were the one ashamed of me." he says and runs his hand over his face, exasperation has taken over his features and he tries to wipe it off but it doesn't help.
"that's just stupid, i was catching up with friends! i haven't seen them in months" you're quick to defend yourself against his stated accusations, if you were thinking more logically right now you'd realize that he's right. you haven't been the best for him either but both of you have thrown logic out the window for the night it seems. "oh yeah? what sort of catching up requires you to throw yourself and practically cuddle them whenever you had a break?"
"i wasn't throwing myself and i would've cuddled you during my breaks if you weren't ignoring me the entire time." you fire back, circling to the first point and turning it back against him when he cornered you with the facts you didn't want to face. it was wrong but so is what he was doing.
"i wasn't ignoring you" he says and takes off his jacket, the air in the room suddenly getting too hot. "well, you weren't paying attention to me" you take his jacket from his hands and fold it, back to wanting to busy yourself in something.
"you were the only thing i was paying attention to the whole time! you don't know how many times jamie had to shake me down to reality or remind me that i had people waiting to see me." he turns his back to you and starts pacing around the side of the room he's standing on before going to the bed to retrieve his jacket from you, mutter a little "thank you." then he goes to put it inside his suitcase.
"you want to talk about humiliation? try sitting with your mates and they're all watching you watch your girlfriend flirt with every other man in the room an.." you cut him off before he could finish, finally connecting the dots in your head. "oh my god.. oh my god is that why you did it? you wanted.. you wanted payback? because you were jealous?" your voice is skeptical because you think there's noway that's why he did it, he wouldn't do something like that. he's far too reasonable to pull such a low move but then again, you never thought you could be so petty either but here you two are.
"i wasn't jealous." he says and even through the distance separating you, you can tell he doesn't believe what just left his mouth.
you watch him take out a towel and a new pair of boxers, signalling that he's going to ditch the room to take a shower at any minute now but you're not ready for this conversation to end so you don't let it. "no of course you weren't. why would you be? i'm not even your girlfriend." and just like that you've circled back to the beginning, regretting the words as soon as you heard them come out of you.
you see joseph sigh and watch his shoulders drop, clearly defeated and done with all this back and forth already. he walks up to you, getting closer than he has in days but still keeping a considerate distance in case you don't want him in your personal space yet. his eyes meet yours for what feels like the first time tonight and they're filled with regret as much as they're filled with hurt and indignation. "i know what i did was wrong alright? i know i should've spoken up when they started speculating things but you're not innocent here so stop acting like i'm the only one who fucked up." he says and disappears into the bathroom.
the sound of the water running coming from behind the slightly opened door in your hotel room is a painful background noise to the conversation you're replaying in your head over and over again. a cruel reminder that if you hadn't been so contemptuous or scathing you could be standing underneath the water with the man behind the door.
you know you're not entirely at fault but now you realize that neither is he. you're not a victim and he's not a villain because this is not a movie. this is not a role you were cherry picked to play the lead and he's not your supporting love interest who has to constantly be understanding and loving otherwise he's non-deserving of you.
this is real life. he is your partner and you can't have a paper perfect relationship because at the end of the day, both of you are only human. humans who make mistakes in the heat of the moment and have to live with the consequences. humans who have to forgive because otherwise what else is there to do? how else will they live? humans who are naive enough to believe that they can overcome any obstacle thrown their way if they have faith in each other and in their love.
after running your mind and finally being able to catch it, you decide that enough is enough so you get off the bed and walk into the bathroom, he left the door ajar so he's not opposed to you entering.
you meekly knock on the shower's fogged up glass door and once you got his attention, you ask. "can i join?" he opens it letting you know you're welcomed in and you start to strip down your clothes.
you get inside, closing the door behind you and you're immediately hit by the warmth of the water and the fact that this is the closest you've been to him in weeks.
you both remain soundless for a few minutes, just breathing and taking each other's presence in, adjusting to it before he's the first to break the silence. "you were right. i was jealous and i didn't know what to do with what i was feeling, it was new to me so i.. projected it onto you. it was wrong and i shouldn't have done it." he offers you his hands, not daring to go forward and take a hold yours. he waits for you to give them to him and once you do, he squeezes and brings them up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on each knuckle. "i'm sorry for being stupid and for getting jealous. i'd promise you that it won't happen again but i can't give you that guarantee so i'll only promise to keep my composure in check." you watch his eyes the whole time he's talking and they're pleading you with sincerity, he means every word and you can tell.
stepping closer, you let your head rest on his chest, an action that takes him by surprise a little bit but he gladly welcomes it, letting his arms drop and wrap around your figure securely. "i have been neglecting you for a while now and what i did back there was terrible, i was gaslighting you and being stubborn, refusing to listen and just being overall shitty. i'm sorry too." you can feel his heart racing under your head and yours is beating in sync with it. that's a feeling you haven't had in a while. it felt nice.
joseph doesn't say anything to your confession, he doesn't need to. the way he brought you in closer until you've almost became one and started to draw kisses on the top of your head told you everything you needed to hear. mostly it confirmed that you two were okay and that's all you needed to know.
you stay like that for a while, embracing each other in the safety of the warm water and the mist, taking deep breathes, letting your bodies and minds rest after an eventful few days. you think you could stay like this forever, tangled in his arms, tucked away in a tiny shower room where the world outside the foggy door doesn't exists. everything is calm here. everything is easy here.
"i'm proud of having you." joe interrupts your little daydream with his unexpected statement, you don't ask what he means because you know what he's referring to, your earlier outburst. you only look up at him and see him already staring down at you with concentrated ever so loving honyed eyes. "i'm proud of you." he repeats his words to make sure they're hammered in and you give his lips a little peck. "i'm proud of you too."
relationships aren't easy or simple, they never have been and they never will be but once you find the right person, all of the complications and obscurity that comes along will be worth it.
and you were lucky, you've found your person.
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rose-reveries · 3 months
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EPISODE FIVE
SPOILERS AHEAD FOR EP 5 OF PERCY JACKSON YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
THINGS I LIKED:
I'm so happy we finally got to see the Fates omg. I am curious because they swapped it around so that Annabeth saw it instead of Percy. Like, interesting??? But I don't hate it.
The actor embodies Ares so well, omg I love it.
YEAHHH WE ARE FINALLY SEEING THAT PERCY IS WANTED AND GABE IS BEING A BITCH AND DOING INTERVIEWS SAYING HE'S A TROUBLED KID. FBI WANTED PERCY JACKSON REAL AGAIN.
KRONOS EXPOSITION FUCKING FINALLY YEAHHHHH I'VE LITERALLY BEEN ASKING WHERE IT WAS THE PAST 4 EPISODES. And i'm totally fine with the Krono's exposition and FBI wanted Percy info coming from Ares. Like, makes enough sense tbh.
"I'm 24." "Good for you."
PERCABETH WAS REALLY CUTE THIS EPISODE.
THINGS I JUST WANNA BLAB ABOUT:
I wish they would have shown more how Ares's aura effects people's mood. Like yeah they were sassy, but Percy's been sassy this entire time so I didn't really feel like there was much of a change there.
BOLD DEPARTURE FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL HERE. It's not a bad thing, I liked a lot of the changes. But like just like...interesting for sure lol. Again not actually a bad thing but BOLDD departure from the source material.
i miss them raiding the park for clothes and becoming walking advertisements. It was funny, despite adding nothing to the plot. I don't mind it isn't there, I just think that scene in that book is so silly goofy it makes me laugh.
I THOUGHT HEPHAESTUS WAS FUCKING SAW TRAPPING THEM IM NOT GONNA LIE T_T
Okay, I am VERY intrigued with the angle they are going in because it has become apparent this episode they are trying to frame it so first time viewers think Grover stole the bolt. Which like is so very interesting I don't know how to feel about this. I did however, really like the scene between Grover and Ares.
The jump cuts...why are you acting as if you are going to go to commercial break. Please stop.
I liked this episode, but I have to admit the tunnel drop sequence CGI was bad and hard to watch, I'm so sorry.
We are meeting more gods than we did in the books, and while Percy seems to have reconciled with his dad this episode, now we are seeing Annabeth start to resent the gods, which leads me to question what will stop Annabeth and Percy from siding with Luke in the end? Because what Luke is doing against the gods right now sounds pretty good to me, they fucking suck and we see that and Percy and Annabeth see that. I don't know, just thoughts.
Anyway, I am so excited for the casino next week :))) hehehe
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caramelstarlight · 9 months
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Hi! Thank you for answering my prayer. Sooo…Tighnari x reader but reader takes some things literally (has a hard time detecting sarcasm, jokes go right over reader’s head) [totally not calling myself out (I am)] Also, how's your farming for TIghnari going?
pfft- (is this your way for asking more from me? Alright I’ll whip something up for you. Even if it isn’t <33) Also ✅/⭐️
Farmings great so far. 5k primos with everything he needs. Besides mora and exp books lol. Stole some of colleis artifacts to give to him. Including her stringless and amazing sands rip.
Here’s a recording of my current build for him. (On Faruzan. Half of it is colleis artifacts, unless I somehow get a better sands (Which I’m so proud of) it’s his IM SORRY COLLLEII 😭🤚 forgive me for my actions :d )
Don’t forget about the extra crit dmg from EM. I have 164.4 in total with it. (I basically have 600 EM. Which should grant 35% out of 60%) It’s only for charged shots and burst tho lol. But he does better with it XD
Hoyoverse where’s my Tighnari?????
Profile if ur looking for it. Lvl 10 friendship card with collei. Been playing since 1.6!
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Anywayss, I’m on America server.
Here’s something I came up with. Just not a full on story lol.
A Lummox at heart
(Fluff, G/N Reader.) (Love confession.)
under cut <33
“Master Tighnari I don’t think Y/N understands sarcasm. They usually don’t react to jokes.” Collei admitted thinking of times when you heard jokes from cyno and didn’t understand.
“Y/N is truly the biggest lummox I have ever seen.” He’d reply focusing on his letter to send. Listening to collei talk about you. Speak of the devil, you came in with cyno.
He lowered his ears. Getting worried if he was going to hear another joke from cyno. “Were we collei-ing (coming) in at a wrong time?” Cyno stated as collei looked unamused. You stayed silent barely understanding his random jokes. Collei muttered out a few words as she kept listening.
“What-?” You’d state clearly oblivious to the joke he told. “We sure totally would love to listen to it again.” Tighnari mocked cyno as he rolled his eyes. Focusing on the paper.
“Oh then tell us cyno.” You’d state as Tighnari regretted his sarcastic remark. Lowering his ears as far as he could and finished the letter.
As cyno finished explaining everyone beside cyno and Y/N were dreadful. “Ohh!” You would state understanding it now but not bothering to laugh.
As cyno left a little later to go attend to his duties collei did the same. When you were about to take your leave he grabbed your arm gaining your attention as you turned around with an confused and soft expression.
“is something wrong Nari?” You’d ask being curious as he let go of your arm. “I really want to tell you something.” “Go ahead then Nari.”
“I love you I’m sure of it.” He’d say growing shy with the seconds as his tail swished rapidly. One of the rare moments to see the oh so calm and collected head chief so flustered.
“Anything else-?” You’d ask also shy kinda waiting for him to explain why. “What else do you need to know? Knowing me surely is enough. Or do you not know about some species of mating?” He’d ask blankly stating with a slight sarcastic tone.
“Nevermind then.” You’d say as you looked away. “Anyways… I accept it!” You’d state turning back to his view quickly. As soon as he heard those words he jumped at the chance to hug you. Literally.
He held you close as he took in your scent and wrapped his tail around you. Marking you as his effectively. His ears back to their normal state as you embraced the bug. He’d leave the crook of your neck alone as he faced you.
“You’re truly a Lummox at heart. You’re my favorite lummox.” He’d say as he peppered few kisses on your face. Earning a few giggles from you. Not bothering to deal with his work for the day.
He was always by your side when you were at Gandharva Ville, letting everyone know you were dating their head chief. (Yes you know how fennec foxes mate.) If anyone still tried to take their chance he’d dismiss it after his patience was gone. Growling with his tail on end and his ears perked in annoyance and anger.
He’s get you gifts every now and then something he thinks you’d enjoy either that he personally found in the forest or sumeru city.
(here it is woo <33 I hope you enjoyed it.)
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taestefully-in-luv · 2 years
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Love Again | PJM (Twelve)
Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?
Pairing: Jimin x Female reader
Genre: exes au, exes to ???, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count: 15.6k
Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (????!!!!!????!!!!), soft, soft sex, mention of pot brownie, dirty talk, jimin says ‘little slut’ lol, lots of kissing, ew intimacy, creampie, mention of cum eating, implied oral (male rec.) everyone’s having sex dude, lots of drama, lots of unsaid feelings and everyone being an idiot! 
Notes: sorry I took longer than usual! I hope you guys like this chapter:] thanks for being patient with me!  I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Love hearing from you guys<3  Send an ask if you want to be added to a tag list or just want to chat:) 
Previously on…in chapter 11 of Love again, Namjoon has offered you a relationship! You meet with Jin and Justine to learn more about Lucy’s past. Tension (not the bad kind) keeps rising with Jimin. You and Naomi meet with Lucy and learn the truth. Everyone’s busy for the weekend: Jeremy with dates, Naomi with friends, Hobi fake dating Dae for a work party but you and Jimin decide to eat a ‘special’ brownie and uh oh, you had sex. 
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This might be one of the more awkward outings you have been a part of in a while—or ever. The atmosphere feels a little bit tense, so many pairs of eyes roaming around, never meeting one another. Something is obviously going on between like, everyone. But the only person who seems to be free, lively and so freaking oblivious is Taehyung. Bless Taehyung and his inability to read the room right now as he drunkenly declares you should all take shots. Again.
“Taehyung, you’re already shit faced, dude.” You reach for your water, “You realize if you take another shot you are absolutely going to throw up?”
“Eh, let him.” Dae shrugs from beside you, “He stole my chips the trip here and ate them all so this is kind of his karma, I’d like to believe.” 
“You want your brother to puke because he…ate your chips?” Hoseok raises a brow, “You truly are something.”
“That feels valid actually” You begin to agree, finally gulping back some of the water. 
“Of course you would be the first to agree with that.” Hoseok shakes his head, “The women I surround myself with…”
“Oh?” Dae looks a bit blank as she glances at Hoseok. “Am I woman you surround yourself—"
“Oh come on!” Taehyung drags out his words with an adorable slur, “Jeremy? I know you won’t let me drink alone right?”
“I’ll take a shot if my brothers take a shot too.” Jeremy grins at Hoseok and Jimin. “Forget the girls we don’t need them to have a good time.”
“We’re literally right here?” Naomi grumbles on the other side of Dae. “We should have gotten our own table at this point.”
“Ever since their weird ass boys thing—”
“Weird?!” Taehyung scoffs, but his own grin starts to show itself. “You’re all just jealous.”
“Totally. That’s what it is.” You comment with a straight face, “Anyway—”
“Are you…Taehyung, by chance?” A feminine voice cuts in, you all look in Taehyung’s direction when you see a girl standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder. “You probably don’t remember me but I’m pretty sure we went to college together.”
“Aeri?” Taehyung tilts his head, “Like, the girl who hooked up with Jungkook one time in my apartment bathroom?” 
“Oh!” The girl lights up, “So you do remember me!” 
Well, that’s one way to remember someone, you think.
“Yeah!” Taehyung’s grin widens, “You look kind of different though?”
“I think my hair was dark and short when you last saw me.” Aeri returns his smile with her own, her hand finally leaving his shoulder. “Which was so many years ago.” She giggles, stumbling a little bit in her spot. She looks drunk too. 
“No, that’s not it.” Taehyung waves her off, shaking his head slightly as he tries to think. “Oh! Last time I saw you was literally in the bathroom when you and Jungkook were…you know,” He winks now. “The thing that’s different is…clothes.” He says with a blank face while gesturing towards her and she widens her eyes before she laughs loudly.
“Oh yeah! You did walk in on us!”
“Does Taehyung just walk in on everyone having sex?” Hoseok laughs, shooting you a look when you glare at him. “I wonder if this chick stopped though unlike…” He trails off with a smirk, his hands motioning between you and Jimin. You want to kill him. 
“So how have you been?” Aeri slurs a little as she chats with Taehyung, “Are you still living here?”
“Nah, nah, nah.” Taehyung glances at the rest of you, “Just visiting my friends!” 
“Oh!” Aeri looks at you all now, smiling at everyone as she offers a greeting. “I know, I saw you from across the bar. You are like me!” She starts giggling cutely, hand back on his shoulder. “Fifth wheeling as the only single one in the group. That’s why I wanted to come say hi.” 
“Only…single?” Taehyung asks, confusion growing as he eyes you all. “Oh.” He sings out, “No, no! We’re all single actually. Trust me, no one in this group is gettin’ any.” He starts chuckling to himself. 
Aeri looks like the one who is confused now. “Really? Oh. I was so sure…” Her eyes find yours, “These two.” She points at you and at Jimin who sits across from you. “They’re a couple. And those two,” She points at Dae and Hoseok who sits across from her now. “They’re definitely a couple.” Now she points at Naomi and Jeremy, “And these two as well.”
“HA!” Naomi rolls her eyes, “Never in a fucking million years.” 
“Yeah, that’s got to be the joke of the fucking century. Right, Naomi?” Jeremy spits back with a smile. 
“I still don’t get what is up with them.” You say towards Hoseok and he nods. “But you’re wrong.” You say to Aeri before your eyes try to find Jimin’s but he avoids your gaze. Instead he reaches for his drink and takes a few sips, not even flinching as the alcohol runs down his throat, no doubt leaving a burn along the way. 
“No, I’m not.” Aeri drunkenly laughs, “I’m never wrong about these things.”
“Trust me, no one is gettin’ any.” Taehyung snorts. “y/n over here basically has a whole ass boyfriend and isn’t even gettin’ any.” 
Your insides start to twist at this mention but you try not to show it on your face.
Taehyung and Aeri are giggling when Taehyung lifts his drink and says, “Watch this! Hey everyone,” He looks at all of you with a confident smile. “Take a drink if you haven’t gotten laid in a while.” He wiggles his brows, even giving Aeri a cocky wink as he waits for you all to drink. But when Taehyung doesn’t see any hands reaching for drinks his cocky grin begins to falter. Aeri shrugs, her own cockiness showing now as she looks at him like it’s obvious. 
“Uh…” Taehyung begins lowering his drink. “Okay….” He mumbles unsure, “Take a drink if you…have…? Like, have gotten laid recently…?” 
Well, you and Jimin agreed you wouldn’t lie to anyone if the question was asked. And Taehyung kind of sort of has the exact question hanging in the air, waiting for an answer. You are the first to wrap your fingers around the glass that holds your mixed drink. You don’t look at anyone else as you bring it to your lips and take a sip. When you finally lift your eyes, they find Jimin who sits across from you and you see he is taking a sip of his drink as well. And then the dramatic ass gasp that leaves Taehyung’s lips can be heard and you glance around the table to see Hoseok and Dae have lifted their glasses as well as they drink back some of their alcohol…well, you knew about that already. But what surprises you is that Jeremy and Naomi are also sipping from their glasses.
“What?” Taehyung searches everyone’s eyes for answers. “You all…? Huh? Okay, okay.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he thinks for a moment. “How recent?” He looks at everyone again. No one says anything. “Okay…take a drink if it was like, a day ago.” 
No one drinks and Taehyung sighs in relief but he notices everyone looks weird as hell so he continues. “Okay…take a drink if it was one week…?” 
And then he dramatically gasps again as everyone awkwardly lifts their glasses, all eyes everywhere but each other. But then everyone does get a look at the other when too many pairs of eyes start widening. Taehyung points at his sister first, you are pointing at Naomi and Jeremy is pointing at Hoseok. Everyone’s looking real confused. 
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!!!” Taehyung stands from his bar stool now, “What the fuck does that mean?” 
Yes, Taehyung, you think. What the fuck does it mean?
One week ago
The way Jimin’s lips rub against yours as his hips roll into you makes you feel the sort of intimacy that terrifies you but in this moment there is nothing scary…just you and Jimin and this dreamy connection that makes your body feel like it’s floating. 
You want to blame the brownie for this feeling but that high has already began to fade…only Jimin in your system at this point. And he didn’t lie. He is fucking you exactly how he said he would…he is fucking you the way you agreed, the way you chanted ‘yes’ over and over before you two even left for your bedroom. His words to you, his horrible, tragic, beautiful, dangerous and exceptional words that he whispered towards you on your couch. 
“You want to get fucked y/n? You want me to fuck you? Me, right? You want me to fuck you like you’re my little slut? Fucked like you never been fucked before? Maybe you need me to fuck you like I’ve always fucked you, huh? You need to get fucked like someone is so, so in love with you? That the kind of fucking you need, babe? Need me to fuck you as if I was so, so in love with you? You want to get fucked like that?”
You never said yes a million times as fast as that. And he didn’t lie…he is fucking you exactly like that. He said ‘as if I was’ but if you are honest…the way he is fucking you, you might believe it if he told you he was still in love with you. 
That is a ridiculous thought, you know. But every time his length slides in and out of you, hips rolling and eyes staying on yours…you feel that euphoria of being fucked in a way that feels like it is love. He’s just that good, you think. 
You’re both panting, lips connecting every few moments to kiss—kisses that are so slow and deep, tongues taking their time and your bottom lip getting pulled lightly between his teeth. Your fingers caress his cheeks and he leans his forehead against yours, soaking in every light touch your fingers give his skin—eyes closing in satisfaction because your touch is just pure magic. 
“I’m…” Jimin pauses, groaning in your mouth as he speeds up, thrusting just a little harder. “I’m going to come soon, babe.” 
“Yeah?” You moan when his thumb makes contact with your clit, he puts just the right amount of pressure, circling it expertly. 
“Mhm.” He nips at your lip, “Where do…” He releases a long breath, hips slamming into you just a bit harder. “Where should I…fuck, y/n, where should I—”
“We both know.” You whine. His thumb circles your clit faster, you feel your body start to tense, back arching as you prepare for what is to come.
Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head at what you are insinuating, satisfied with your response but he still prolongs his orgasm to ask you again. “Where baby?” 
“Jimin…” You mewl, your orgasm already on the brink of arrival…”Please.”
Before you and Jimin started to have sex again, he discarded the first condom…it was full of his cum already and was uncomfortable but you were quick to guide his member back to your hole that needed to be filled. He didn’t object at the idea of fucking you raw…
“You want me to fill you with my cum, hm?” He starts picking up his pace again, his face right over yours, noses brushing and lips rubbing against each other so messily. “You need that?”
“Jimin.” Your mouth hangs open, body tensing intensely as you feel this build up start to overwhelm you. “I’m going to…” You can’t even finish that sentence when his thumb works harder and his cock hits a certain spot inside you that feels almost heavenly. 
“Come for me babe.” He groans again. “Come for me, come for me like you always have.” 
His words and everything else are enough to make you feel the kind of warmth that a long, intense, drawn out orgasm could give. You walls start squeezing around him so tightly and he is losing his mind over you. You, how you feel, how you look, everything. 
“I’m going to…” His strokes don’t stop, regardless that he is about to come…his lips part when short, rapid breaths escape him. The moans he starts letting out as his cum shoots from the head of his cock and into the deepest parts of your core are so sinful. He doesn’t still his hips, he keeps fucking you but much more slowly, he pushes through to keep your orgasms intense and long. You might even come again when he whimpers—yes, whimpers at the feeling of fucking his cum into you. 
You’re both feeling overwhelmed, overstimulated but his hips rolls into you a few more times, his cries of pleasure keeping you from stopping him. One more pump, then another before Jimin is finally stilling himself. Quick breaths hitting your lips as your own chest heaves. Jimin’s thumb leaves you when he raises it to his lips and sucks on it before taking your face with his hand, cupping it gently and leaning in for more slow kisses. 
You kiss him back, lips moving over his as your hand reaches between your bodies and you carefully help him pull his cock out of you. Moaning into each other’s mouths when he’s finally no longer inside you and with his lips still connected to yours, he rolls over so you are laying side by side, still making out. 
The room is hot, bodies sweaty, your skin sticking to his so easily. You can’t even process how you definitely need to replace these sheets before bed because his lips are still on yours and they are so addicting. You’ve never felt more obsessed with a pair of lips than this moment. It’s almost as if neither of you are prepared for this moment to end—for this night to end. Almost like if you two never stop then you don’t have to ever face the reality…maybe tomorrow will never arrive. 
The kisses are slow and lazy and it sucks when you two finally pull away, foreheads resting against each other, soft breaths mingling. Jimin eyes you carefully, tenderly and you gaze back, both of you trying to communicate without saying words. 
But words need to be said. 
“Wow.” Jimin sighs out, “That was…” His voice gets a little quieter before a small smile pulls at his lips. “You’re very amazing.”
You crack a smile, “How amazing?”
“Most amazing.” Jimin quietly chuckles, leans in again to peck your lips. “What we just did…what we shared with one another just now…that’s rare.” He tells you, voice soft and almost careful.
“Rare?” You ask and he only hums in response. You don’t pry for an explanation and he doesn’t give one. Because you both know what he means. What you two just shared…the closeness, the connection, the intimacy…that is rare. 
You and Jimin clean up, change the sheets and put on some clothes to sleep. Even though you are both more sober now and you two have officially pulled away to do other things, the atmosphere in the room has not changed. The night is still this night. Tomorrow is not here yet and no thought comforts either of you more. 
You settle into your bed, blanket pulled up to your nose when Jimin slides in the sheets to lay next to you. It’s almost automatic how you scoot closer to him and he’s already welcoming you to lay your head on his chest. His arm wraps over you, stroking your arm softly. It is automatic when you nuzzle your face into his bare chest, inhaling his scent and listening closely for his heartbeat. 
There is no feeling quite like this. There might not even be a feeling that can top this. This is a feeling you want to drown in. This is a feeling you want to kill you. You’d be fine, dying in this feeling because it means it’s the last thing you ever felt and you will leave this life and enter the next one with this feeling. This fucking feeling. 
Even still, you are careful. Even with this feeling… you are careful. Careful because you have to be. Careful because you won’t be dying in this feeling…you will wake up tomorrow and this feeling is not allowed. So many words that could be said…between you and Jimin, there are millions of words that could stroke this feeling into something even more. But that is dangerous. So, you are careful. And so is he. 
Nothing is said for a long while…you think over an hour has passed by and you believe Jimin must be fast asleep. You on the other hand…you are witnessing the night end and tomorrow arriving. And because of a fact so simple as that…the thoughts of reality are starting to settle in your messy little mind. 
You aren’t even sure what to make of this entire night. What could it even mean? If it even means anything at all. Exes fall into each other’s beds all the time! This is not some rare instance…this is not some crazy thing that never happens. You know that, you get that. Feeling familiar with someone can be so, so dangerous. You are learning that. But that doesn’t always mean something deep. You know that too, you get that too. This is probably—
“Can’t sleep?” Jimin’s raspy voice slightly startles you, “Sorry.” He chuckles quietly. “I can tell you’re still awake.” He tells you, taking a pause before continuing. “Are you overthinking everything like me?”
You let silence linger for a moment before snuggling closer to him, “You know,” You whisper out, trying to gather your thoughts. “I’m supposed to give Namjoon an answer about me and him…I should be thinking about that. I should be having a lot of thoughts about that. But I’m here having no thoughts about it because I think you fucked those thoughts out of my head.” You scoff quietly at yourself. “Instead I am thinking about how tonight you gave me the best orgasms I have ever had in my life.”
“In your life?” Jimin asks, trying to stop his lips from curving into some sort of satisfied smile. 
“Yeah.” You hum, “I mean, don’t get me wrong…in the past you also gave me great orgasms but this was…I don’t know. I’m sure the last time we had sex I came hard too but this—”
“The last time…? The last time we had sex…?” Jimin’s soft voice is hushed. “y/n…do you not remember?”
“Remember what?”
“We didn’t come last time. The morning of my flight. We had sex but neither of us came.” He tells you, “We uh, we never got that far.” 
“Oh.” You blink, “That sounds like it sucks, sorry. No wonder you cried.” You can’t help but chuckle and he shakes his head.
“No. It was amazing.” He tells you quickly, “It was emotional, yeah…but even though I didn’t finish…I had never felt more satisfied at that time in my life. I just wanted to be close to you, y/n. As close as physically and emotionally as possible.” He nuzzles his face into the top of your head. “I felt so connected to you…that even in those moments of pleasure, even without climaxing, I felt so fucking good. And maybe it was just me…”
“What?”
“I didn’t even feel like I needed to finish…just having that connection with you…I felt like I was at the edge already, the edge of the Earth. And I jumped. I jumped and I drowned in you. You drowned me, y/n. Drowned me in every bit of love your body and soul could give me. It was one of the most powerful things I’ve experienced and yeah, I cried.” He chuckles, “I cried because I knew I would never have that again.” 
“Oh.”
“And when we decided to stop…and I left your body I don’t think I had ever felt more empty.”
You’re quiet. His words finding a spot in your mind, making themselves at home as you decide they are allowed to live there forever. You release a breath before finally deciding to respond. “Well,” You lift your head to look at him, the room just light enough from the almost rising sun that you two can lock eyes. He gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something. “…I mean, technically wouldn’t it have been me who felt empty? You know,” you gesture towards your lady bits, “Since—”
Jimin snorts, laughing at your smart ass mouth and squeezing you to his body. “Yeah, yeah.”
Your face breaks into a small grin, “But uh, that was um, pretty.”
“Pretty?” Jimin quirks a brow. “What was?”
“Your words. Like poetry. Your words are pretty. Just like you.”
Jimin can’t help but lean more into the pillow and smile up at the ceiling now. “Pretty like the moon?”
“Like the moon.” You tell him, “But Jimin.” You glance over at the window, “The moon is no longer in the sky…and the sun is starting to take its place. A new day is arriving and…”
Jimin squeezes you even tighter towards him when he sighs out. “I know.” He whispers. “A new day means this day is over. And…”
“And the day that is over can’t bleed into tomorrow.” You finish for him. “You know?”
“I know.” Jimin sighs again, “But…can we pretend the sun doesn’t control our day? Just for now. Can we live in this night until we wake up and it is actually tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” You lay your head back down on his chest, “We can do that.” 
~
It’s after 1pm when you and Jimin finally wake up. It’s not necessarily awkward but there is an understanding between you both…and understanding that last night’s events were exactly that—last night’s events—and nothing more. You have reasons and he has reasons and neither of you really speak on those reasons but you both know they’re there and you both have them and that has to be enough. 
“Okay, I’ll get going.” Jimin starts gathering his things and makes his way towards your door to slide on his shoes. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” He smiles at you and his smile is making this weird, dangerous warmth start heating up your body. But you can’t show any sign that this heat is creeping up your neck, onto your cheeks and so on. 
“Yeah. Get home safe.” You return his smile, a smile so calm and careful. 
“I will.” Jimin nods at you, “See you.” 
And he is opening the door, turning his head to steal one last glance at you before walking through and closing the door behind him. 
Your eyes stay on your white wood door for a few seconds, your calm and careful smile still on your face when you finally release a long, long breath that you had been holding and your smile drops completely. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. That’s the only real words in your mind right now.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” And the only real words you’re even able to mutter at the moment. You blink repeatedly, eyes still on your door as the reality hits you hard. Oh fucking shit, you think. You finally turn towards the inside of your home and your legs are moving on their own as you start searching for your phone. You finally find the device stuck between the couch cushions and you are scrambling to unlock it and call the person you need to freaking call. Your one and only, your best friend. 
You wait on the line as it rings and rings and finally Hoseok answers.
“Hello?” 
“Hoseok!” You screech into the phone.
“Hi.” He sings, “Wait, hold on.” He tells you and you try to wait as patiently as possible. “Hey…Taehyung just got here. Me, him and Dae are going to grab some lunch before we get ready for Dae’s work party tonight. Can I call you later?”
“Oh my god.” You groan, “You being busy is ruining my life!”
“Dramatic as always. What’s up? What happened?”
“Nothing. Just call me later, okay? When do you get home?”
“Tomorrow afternoon!”
“Oh my god, just…” You groan again. “Whatever. Tell them I say hi. Have fun tonight, love you.”
“Will do. Love you with all my heart. See ya!” And then he’s quickly hanging up and leaving you to think about this all by yourself. 
~
It’s almost noon on Sunday now and you aren’t sure if Hoseok is home yet but you need to talk to him. Even if he’s still driving and it’s just over the phone. You’re desperate at this point. You’re sitting at your kitchen island, phone in your hands as you click on the screen to call him. This dude answers on the first ring. 
“Hoseok!—”
“—y/n!” 
You both yell at the same time, and neither of you waste another second or even wait for the other to just respond before you’re both yelling again.
“Code Red!” You shout in unison.
“What?” You ask, puzzled. “You’re Code Red?”
“You’re Code Red?” He asks on the other line. “Why are you Code Red?”
“No, why are you Code Red?”
“Holy fuck, why are we both—”
“Come over dude. I just got home, this is an emergency!” Hoseok shouts, “Fucking Code Red bro.”
“Trust me, I know it’s a fucking emergency dude!” 
“Hurry up.” 
~
You and Hoseok sit at his dining room table, looking and feeling antsy as hell. Legs shaking up and down, throats feeling dry, eyes boring into the other.
“You go first.” You look at Hoseok anxiously and he shakes his head quickly and motions for you to go first. “Okay.” You nod, “Let’s just go at the same time. Let’s just say whatever it is.” Hoseok nods now too, agreeing right away with the plan. “Okay, count of three. One…two…THREE!”
“I had sex with—”
“I had sex with—” You both shout but stop as soon as you both realize what you guys are saying.
“Woah, woah, woah.” Your eyes go wide. “Who the hell did you have sex with?”
Hoseok gives you an unimpressed look, “Oh come on, y/n. Who the hell do you think it was?!”
“Fair. But what?! How!? How did that…? You guys fucked for real?! You and…Dae?!” 
Hoseok shudders just at the mention of her name, “I don’t know how it happened!” He groans into his hands, “We just…I don’t know!” He yells out. 
“Were you guys like, really drunk at the party?!”
“Holy fuck this just keeps getting worse.” Hoseok’s lips set into a line. “We were fucking sober.” 
“Oh my god…” You can’t help but snort. “Come on Hobi…is this really such a surprise?” 
“YES?” He looks at you incredulously. “She is my frenemy!” 
“But you guys have fucked before!” “Because…because we had to!”
“…Had to?” You look at him with a straight face.
“Trust me, y/n. We had so much tension back then! After she beat me at the competition it only made sense that I fuck her?!?????”
“Oh my god…” You start laughing, “You’re so ridiculous. So what? She humiliated you again?? You had to what? Punish—” You can’t even finish that because you’re laughing harder now. 
“Ha-Ha!” Hoseok rolls his eyes and once you stop laughing Hoseok continues, voice a little quieter. “I was pretending to be her boyfriend, remember? Well, I don’t know, it felt nice…all the small things.” He mumbles with a pout. “And then she mentioned she felt like no one really believed us so I kissed her—”
“Of course you did.” You giggle, “Classic. What movie is this?” 
“Shut up.” Hoseok deadpans. “Anyway, we left and then yeah, we had sex.”
“And that’s Code Red?”
“It’s Code Red because I woke up early and bolted.” He says with a straight face and your jaw drops.
“What?”
“Yeah.”
“You are dumb as hell.” You say with an equally straight face. 
“She texted me and I tried explaining it was a mistake and you know, whatever, whatever.”
“Do you think it was a mistake?” 
“I don’t know!” He throws his hands up, “I’m so…I really don’t know!”
“Damn…”
“But anyway, I had sex with Dae but who the hell did you have sex with? That’s the real fucking question.”
Suddenly you’re quiet. Hoseok narrows his eyes at you and he tries studying your expression, doing his best to figure it out. “Okay…it can’t be Namjoon. No, because that wouldn’t be Code Red…you have been expecting to have sex with him so who…” Then his eyes are widening and his mouth opens and a dumb ass smile starts forming. “Oh my god.” He points at you. Fucking accusing you…”You fucked Jimin.” He says matter of fact. 
Your eyes get just as wide as he assumes correctly. You still don’t say anything and he’s losing it.
“You totally…oh my god, you fucked Jimin!” He’s still pointing at you, stupid ass grin on his face because he knows he is right. You continue to look shocked before you drop your head to the dining table before groaning and dramatically crying out.
“Oh my god…” You whine, “I totally fucked Jimin.” 
“Holy shit!” Hoseok still hasn’t closed his mouth, he’s…surprised but not surprised but like super surprised but also not. “Oh my god. You fucked Jimin, dude.” 
“I fucked Jimin, dude.” You start banging your head on the table. “I’m a Jimin fucker.”
Finally, Hoseok closes his mouth and scrunches his brows together. “For some reason I don’t like the way that sounds so let’s not say it that way again.” Then he breathes out, “But still…you fucked Jimin. This is crazy.”
You finally lift your head, eyes beginning to pool with worry. “It is crazy.” 
Hoseok notices you look a little off now as you stare at him and he softens, “Is it?”
“Yes.” You tell him simply, voice unsure. “It’s crazy for multiple reasons. And I feel like I don’t even have to tell you all the reasons because you can probably guess. And realistically you could probably come up with even more reasons than me.”
“Should I start listing some?” He lightly teases but you frown at him. “Oh come on, you fucked your ex who you are like, really close with. Are you surprised?”
“Yes?” You slump your shoulders, “But like, no?”
“Yeah.” Hoseok offers a half smile. “You guys are…well, you’re really close. Anyone can see that and sure, it could be totally platonic. I think you two might really be capable of that. But I also understand there is a long history there. And there’s probably so many things between you both no one else would even begin to understand—”
“Maybe Taehyung.” You blink at Hoseok and he snorts.
“Okay, maybe Taehyung.” He laughs, his head shaking before he continues. “If I’m being honest with you, y/n. I know he broke your heart and I know I don’t know the full story. I don’t know everything and I don’t know his side. And he’s my friend…and even if he wasn’t…it’s probably not fair to judge an entire situation without knowing all the sides, right?” 
“You hated him before.” You deadpan.
“That was a few months ago…I’ve…” He starts nodding, eyes glancing up as he thinks. “…Matured?” He decides to go with that. “Anyway, regardless of what happened…you’re both in each other’s lives now, right? You’re close. You enjoy one another. Yada, Yada. Look, it’s not that big of a deal that you two had sex—”
“It was the intimate kind.” You let the words slip out quickly.
“Oh?” Hoseok raises a brow, “Like…how intimate?”
“Like, it felt like love, intimate.” You blurt but then try to recover, “I mean…I know it wasn’t that but I’m just saying that what it felt like.”
Hoseok lips part slightly as he realizes what you are saying. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” You swallow, “I’m not saying we…it’s just…that’s the kind of sex we had.”
“Well,” Hoseok glances around trying to think of what to say next to try his best to comfort you, you’re sure but when his eyes start to expand you realize he is finally putting together some other important pieces here. “Wait.”
“Yup.” You blurt blandly. 
“What about Namjoon?” He asks, eyes still wide.
“Exactly.” You frown, “That’s exactly what I’m thinking. What about Namjoon…”
Hoseok stands from his chair abruptly, your eyes following him as he gives you a nod and he heads towards his kitchen, pulls out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“We’re drinking?” 
“When we’re both in a Code Red situation, drinking seems completely appropriate.” 
“That…yeah, that checks out.” You stand as well and meet him in the kitchen, watching him open the wine bottle and fill both of your glasses to the absolute brim. 
“So,” He hands you your glass. “What are you going to do about Namjoon? I mean, did you have sex with Jimin because you guys are in love or like, did you two fuck because well, fucking your ex is easy?”
“Holy shit.” You murmur, bringing the glass to your lips as you suck up some of the wine that is close to spilling over. 
“Yeah, holy shit is right, sister.”
“We…we aren’t in love. But I think it would also be the easy way out to say we just had sex because it was an easy option.” 
“How do you know you aren’t in love?” Hoseok softens even more, his tone careful with you. 
“Trust me, if we were in love…wouldn’t we be together right now? Wouldn’t the sex maybe would have set off the type of chain of events where we aren’t pretending it didn’t happen?”
“Is…” Hoseok nibbles on his lip. “Don’t tell me you two are pretending…oh, that doesn’t seem like you two.”
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s not necessarily like pretending like totally avoiding and shit, but more like…it happened but it won’t happen again. We both get that.”
“But why?”
“Be-because? First, I owe Namjoon a fucking answer and probably the truth. And second…I don’t know.”
“You said the sex would have maybe set off a chain events where you two would want to be together again, right? But it didn’t? Did you ever think it’s because it just isn’t that simple, y/n? If it was that simple…then I feel like your actual relationship and dynamic has no depth. But because it’s more complex,” Hoseok picks up his own wine glass, stares at the liquid and sighs out heavily before continuing. “Well, I think it just proves how real it is.”
You stare at your best friend, mind beginning to race with thoughts you don’t even want to think about but maybe saying them out loud is a good way to ease your own mind.
“You’re right.” Your eyes fall to the counter top, “It is complex. He broke my heart, sure. But I’m not the only one who needs to work through things. He has stuff too.” A small smile creeps on your lips, “I could shove down my own problems and new insecurities to start new—whoever that may be with—but I could never expect him…especially at this point in time, to just get over his own trauma.” 
“Trauma?” Hoseok pulls his brows together. “What do you mean?”
“Right.” You gulp. Eyes lifting back to meet his, “I can’t share it because I don’t know how comfortable Jimin would be with it but yeah, he just…he has things and anyway, it is complex.”
“I’m not sure my situation is even complex.” Hoseok chuckles. “I’m just a chicken.”
“I’ll drink to that.” You wink, taking a sip of your wine and Hoseok flips you off.
“I’m just…I’m wanting the right one, you know? But it’s come to my attention I don’t know who that is and maybe I do. But how do I really know? And I don’t know. I’m stupid.”
“You aren’t stupid. You’re like every other human being on this planet. Scared.”
“But what am I scared of?”
“Love?” You shrug.
“No, love is this amazing thing!”
“Love is an amazing thing but when there’s good there’s bad!” You throw back at him. “And no one prepares their heart for the bad. Trust me.”
“Or” Hoseok sets his wine down, his eyes finding yours and you can see how the dark browns swirling around also swirl with sincerity. “We do prepare for the bad but we don’t like how it feels to imagine that and that’s why we’re scared. Because maybe we’ve gotten a taste and decided you know what? Is the good worth all this bad again?”
“Well,” You set your glass down as well. “Then I guess all I can say is…being human sucks.”
~~~~~
Monday morning and you are at the office much earlier than usual. Hoseok walks in some time after you and eyes you strangely as he sets up his desk.
“If you tell me you have not even slept…I swear—”
“Does 40 minutes count?” You cut him off, eyes on your screen. “Because if it does then I totally slept.”
“For your sake I’ll just agree that it counts.” Hoseok shakes his head before sitting down. 
“And for your sake I doubled the amount.” You mumble to yourself, eyes still on your screen as you try to convert this document. “So,” You click the mouse repeatedly, and…annoyingly. “Namjoon is out of town this week so I will have to live with my sins a little longer.”
Hoseok glances over at you, pity smile on his lips. “Maybe that’s good? Gives you more time to think.”
“Thinking is literally the last thing I want to—”
“Sup guys.” Jeremy comes towards you both, stopping at his desk to set his coffee down. “Is uh, is Naomi here yet?” 
You just continue to look at your screen, clicking your mouse as you shake your head. 
Jeremy releases a long breath before adjusting his jacket, “Okay. Cool, cool.” He finally takes his seat. 
“Why?” Hoseok turns in his chair to face Jeremy, “Need her for some—”
“Nope. No. No. Nah.” Jeremy shakes his head with his hands waving in front of him. “Just wondering. Yup, just having uh, wonders. It was…I was just…wonder—anyway, uh, have you guys umm, talked to her? Like over the weekend?”
You continue to stare at your screen, mouse clicking and you shake your head…again.
“Yeah, that’s cool. Okay, cool, cool.” Jeremy nods along, hands still adjusting his jacket.
“O…kay.” Hoseok gives Jeremy a confused look before turning in his chair to face you again. “Jeremy is being weird, y/n.”
“Jeremy is always weird, Hoseok.” You say, eyes probably straining thanks to the screen. 
“No. Just look at him.” Hoseok whispers and you finally tear your eyes away, glancing in their direction when you snort.
“What…what are you wearing?” You raise a brow at Jeremy. 
“What?” Jeremy starts to feel antsy. “Is it weird? It’s weird right. The jacket? Is it too much?”
“Uh, it’s not that. Just…why?” You look at Hoseok and he shrugs, holding in his own laugh.
“I can’t look nice?” Jeremy decides to act sassy. “You’re a slob half the time but I don’t try to make you feel weird when you wear a skirt!” “Jeez.” You raise your hands in surrender, stifling your own laughter as well. “Fair point.”
“Hello friends!” Naomi’s voice can be heard, your turn your head to get a look at her when she walks towards you guys, her curls bouncing cutely above her shoulders. “Morning.” She says…only to you and Hoseok. “Love seeing my friends here.” 
“Yeah, hi.” You eye her over…she usually does look decently nice for work but this is…”You look pretty…is there an occasion? Are you and Jeremy going somewhere after working or something?”
“HA!” Naomi giggles, almost forced when she grins wide before spinning on her heels to face Jeremy. “Well, hello, Jeremiah.”
“Naomi-iah.” He stands from his chair, hands still freaking adjusting the jacket. 
“That’s like…neither of their names, right?” Hoseok whispers towards you and you shake your head before continuing to watch this weird ass interaction.
“Love coming to work to see my friends! Even you! Wow, especially you! Right? My friend?” Naomi flutters her lashes as she always does, smile still wide while Jeremy nods enthusiastically.
“Of course! Because I’m your friend. And uh, well, you’re my friend.” Then his head bobs around as he looks at you and Hoseok too. “We are all friends! Love being friends. I love having friends. Friends are so cool—”
“Exactly. You just love your friends so much!” Naomi starts laughing, “You are like, friend of the year.”
“I sure am. But uh, y/n is right! You look nice!” He forces a grin.
“Wow, thank you!” Naomi continues to smile, lashes still fluttering. “And you look…” She eyes him up and down, smile still in place when she blinks awkwardly. “…weird.”
“I-I-I-“
“Well,” Naomi smiles even wider, “Got to get to work, am I right, friends?” And then she walks off to her desk as Jeremy mumbles to himself, eyeing over his outfit.
“Weird.” You mouth at Hoseok and he shrugs.
~
Tuesday evening when you hear from Jimin for the first time since you saw him last. The texts are pretty awkward but at least he’s texting you.
Jimin 7:03pm
So have u eaten
y/n 7:10pm
yeah I have
Jimin 7:10pm
Oh ok
y/n 7:12pm
have you
Jimin 7:12pm
Uhhhhh not yet but I guess I should lol
y/n 7:12pm
I have leftovers if you want them
Jimin 7:13pm
Youre invited me over?
y/n 7:13pm
seems like it right
Jimin 7:15pm
Right
y/n 7:18pm
come on jimin just come over
Jimin 7:20pm
Its to talk about things isn’t it lol
y/n 7:22pm
you don’t think we should?
Jimin 7:23pm
No I definitely think we should 
y/n 7:23pm
alright then come
Jimin 7:38pm
On my way 
“This is pretty good.” Jimin says with his mouth full, the last bite finally conquered as he finishes the left overs you offered him.
“I know, right?” You smile, “It’s new. Opened up like less than two years ago.”
Jimin stands from the island and throws away his container and goes to the sink to wash his hands. “Didn’t you have a rule about trying to eat home cooked meals on week days?” 
“Well,” You laugh, “Things change!”
“Yeah.” Jimin dries his hands on the towelette before turning to you. “I guess they do…so, should we go into the living room?” He gestures towards the area of your sofa and you nod, standing from your chair and heading in that direction. Jimin follows, deciding not to sit too far from you so it doesn’t seem like he is being awkward and purposely staying away…but maybe he is sitting too close. Not even a foot of space between you both but nothing is said about it.
“So.” Jimin stares ahead, eyes on your black TV screen. 
“So.” You decide to follow his gaze, the black TV screen looking so entertaining. “Um.”
“Um.” He copies.
You release a breath before laughing to yourself, eyes falling to your lap now. “We are usually so good at talking and being open…why are we being so awkward?” “So awkward, right?” Jimin laughs too, his head titling in your direction. “Let’s just say it. We had sex. And we want to discuss it. But are we discussing it like how it went?” He cracks a smile, “Or discussing what it meant? Why did we do that? What we should do now?”
“All of the above?” You lean back into the sofa cushion, small smile as well. “First, I think we can both admit sex between us has always been great so no surprise there.”
“That’s true.” Jimin hums. “It felt natural being with you but there was also something about it that felt so…thrilling. It felt brand new while also feeling like ho—well, I don’t know.” Jimin finishes timidly. 
“Yeah, I don’t know either.” You gulp, both knowing. “So…why did we do that?”
“You’re skipping over ‘what it meant’ already?” Jimin teases, “But uh, it would be bad to blame the brownie, right?” He chuckles, relaxing his shoulders some as he leans back on the couch as well. “Because even I know that even if the brownie was not a part of the equation…” “What?”
“It was going to happen regardless.” Jimin tells you simply. “At least I would have wanted it to.”
You sigh out, eyes going to the ceiling. Yeah, you believe that actually. “Are you saying it was a matter of time?” You turn your head towards Jimin, crooked smile on your face. “That because everything is so familiar with me that we were bound to hook up?”
“Familiar? You think I only wanted to fuck you because it was familiar, y/n?” Jimin turns his head to face you as well. “I fucked you because I am very attracted to you and we have great chemistry.” He shrugs his shoulders, head facing forward again. “I fucked you because you’re you.”
“Oh.”
“Did you only have sex with me because I’m your ex and it seemed familiar?” Jimin asks you, voice quieter. 
“It makes things easier.” You respond. Jimin turns his head towards you again, eyes finding yours before he narrows them, not really believing your answer.
“But no,” You sigh out, “I guess not. Your reasons seem relatable.” 
“Hmm.” Jimin continues to gaze at you, “You can be honest y/n. If you only wanted me that night because you were just…in the mood for something like that…and I was an easy option—”
“No!” You lift your head and lean towards him, “That’s not what I—I didn’t mean to come across that way.”
Jimin’s lips lift into a smile, “I know.”
“You know?” You ask and he hums.
“Yeah. The way we fucked babe, you really think I would think you would only want something like that just because you were horny? Yeah, no.” 
“Jimin—”
“If you were just looking to get fucked don’t you think you would have just done it with Namjoon by now? But Namjoon isn’t what you wanted,” His voice goes lower, eyes boring into yours. “Now was it?”
He makes it sound so simple—and maybe it is. But you think you might refuse the idea of it being that easy. “W-What do we do now?”
“Still avoiding what it meant?” Jimin decides to tease you again, lips curved into one of his addicting smiles. “That’s okay.”
“It meant…” You start chewing on your lips, realizing you are avoiding that one because you haven’t even really thought about what it could mean. “I don’t know.”
“Me either.” Jimin’s smile continues to charm you. “And I think it’s okay that we don’t know right now. But what to do…”
“Yeah.”
“You’re very important to me, y/n.” Jimin breathes out, “So important.” 
“I know.” You smoosh your cheek into the couch cushion, “You’re important to me too.”
“You’re in this thing with Namjoon…I don’t mean like,” His eyes widen a bit as he stares at you, “It’s not like thing, thing—an official thing—right? But it’s a situation? I mean, he’s…are you going to tell him?”
“Yeah,” you close your eyes briefly, hating that you have to tell Namjoon about this. “I am. I feel like I owe him that much. Not sure how he will react. If he will be angry or just disappointed.”
“I don’t know either.” Jimin admits. “But say things go okay…he still wants to be in a relationship with you…what are you going to do?”
“What…” You pause. You can’t believe you are on the verge of asking Jimin what you should do…you are really on the verge of asking Jimin to tell you what it is you think you should do because apparently it matters to you—his thoughts and opinions. 
“Hm?” 
“What do you think I should do?” You blurt. 
“You…” Jimin raises his brows at you, “You want me to tell you what I think?”
“Yeah.” 
“I think you know already, y/n. Not just what I think but what you think. But you are fighting it and I cannot figure out why.”
“Fighting it?” 
“Mhm.” Jimin looks at you with a softness, a softness that seems to be bleeding into another look. Maybe one of guilt. “If I had to guess it would be because you’re just wanting something or someone and you know he’s good, maybe even safe. You’re afraid to ever feel something again like you had with me.” 
“Okay.” You stare at him, slowly nodding your head. “Maybe.”
“And that’s one reason why what we did cannot happen again. Right?” Jimin tilts his head just slightly, a smile that is barely there on his lips. 
You feel your chest tighten as the words leave his mouth, “Right.” You whisper. “And another reason is because of you. Right?”
Jimin’s lips curve just a little higher, his eyes shining with his understanding—and your understanding. “Right.” 
“We’ve moved on.” You state simply. “So, of course we wouldn’t fall into what we did again.”
“Oh?” Jimin’s lips start tugging into something sly. “So, you are telling me you won’t even think about it then?”
“The sex we had?” You question and he grins.
“Yeah. You won’t think about it? Won’t let your mind wander?”
“Even if it did…doesn’t mean—Listen, I’ve been successful. You think I haven’t thought about you like that? Nothing happened!”
“But…something did happen?” Jimin chuckles, “You weren’t successful.”
“Did you…did you ever think about—“
“I told you when I was fucking you that I had.”
“Yeah but—”
“I wasn’t just saying things to turn you on. Everything I said was the truth. I have been desperate to kiss you for some time.” 
You can’t help but snort, “Desperate is a pretty serious word, Jimin.” 
“It’s been pretty serious.” He laughs back. “Even with knowing it’s not a good idea or something I should do…even right now I am thinking about kissing you.”
Your mouth falls open, surprise gracing your features before you lean more forward to hit his arm. “You are not!” 
“I definitely am.” He smirks. “Maybe I’ll be thinking about that forever. Who knows.” 
“You really have no shame.” You roll your eyes, covering your mouth with your hand, doing your best to hide your growing smile. “You can’t just say that.”
“At least let me say it since I can’t do it.” Jimin jokes. “But anyway, y/n.” He grows a little more serious, “We’re okay?”
“Yeah, we are.” You smile towards him. “Want to watch a show?”
“Might as well.” Jimin returns your smile before standing from the sofa, walking to the other side to grab your designated blanket. He comes back to his spot but instead of a foot of distance between you both, he sits right next to you, thighs glued together. “Cold.” He mumbles as he lays the blanket over both of your laps. 
You reach for the TV remote, turning it on to Netflix. “A movie?”
“Sounds good to me,” Jimin says, head leaning on your shoulder, “Pick whatever you want.”
~
You aren’t really sure Jimin is paying too much attention to the movie you chose…every time you steal a glance at him, you see how his eyes are on your lap. His fingers play with yours and so much warmth starts radiating off of your body. You don’t know what he is thinking or how he is feeling in the moment. 
“Are you bored?” You whisper at him, “You look bored.”
“Not at all.” Jimin murmurs, “I am having a nice time actually.”
“You aren’t even watching the movie.” You laugh, pointing out the obvious. “Your eyes have only been on our hands.”
“Your hands are nice.” 
“So you would rather watch them than this movie? Yeah, you’re bored.”
“Not bored.” Jimin chuckles, his eyes finally lifting to look at you. And then he speaks slowly, “Touching you isn’t boring for me.” 
His touch relaxes you but his words send a strange feeling throughout your body. Tingles maybe. 
“You’re saying you could touch me forever and have fun then?” You quirk a brow, “You’d never get bored?”
“Is there a world where you let me touch you forever?” Jimin’s lips curve up, “Sounds like my ideal world.”
“Shut up.” You shake your head, “Don’t tell me something like that.”
“Like what?”
“That you have an ideal world and I’m in it.”
“You aren’t just in it. In the ideal world I get to touch you.” He whispers.
“Then are you in your ideal world then? You’re touching me right now.” 
“In my ideal world I am touching you a whole lot more than this.” Jimin’s tone falls lower, his eyes on yours and you want to shudder…because the tingles are here again and they are starting to feel dangerous to your health. 
“How much more?” Your breaths are soft but one leaves your mouth shaky and Jimin knows he’s got your mind wandering. 
“Don’t ask a question that you aren’t prepared to hear the answer.” Jimin’s fingers start threading through yours. “The only hint I can give you is that it’s so much touching that you would be aching to touch me back.” 
“Would I?” You tease, smirk on your lips while Jimin rolls his eyes at you, scoffing at how much of a tease you are.
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“I know because I know you.”
“Do you though?” You continue to tease him, your own fingers playing with his. “It’s been five years, Jimin. People change.”
Jimin starts chuckling, his hand leaving yours. He raises his head and turns it towards you, just a few inches from your face when he gazes into your eyes, a specific glint inside them. “That doesn’t work anymore, y/n.” He tells you softly, “I know you now. I know you all over again. I know this y/n. I know you.” 
Your breath gets stuck inside your throat somewhere. As much as you would love to breathe—you can’t. Not when Jimin stares at you like this…stares at you like he really does know you. Stares at you with eyes full of some unreadable emotion. You look at him, trying your best to read his expression. You finally release a long breath, still staring when it finally hits you. You can read him—you can read him well. You know exactly what he wants.
“You want to kiss me.” The worlds tumble out of your mouth quickly and quietly and Jimin’s smile drops and his eyes expand but before he can save himself and maybe even lie to you…you lean in and plant your lips on top of his. 
You weren’t thinking…not exactly. You just followed whatever your body wanted. And it seems Jimin is doing the same. The moment your lips touched his, he already had his hands traveling across your waist until they are now cupping the back of your neck, his own lips working over yours. 
You don’t know how long you two have been kissing but it feels good, there isn’t even tongue yet but it’s still messy and hot. The low groaning coming from Jimin is making every nerve in your body react, your fingers tugging his hair and pulling him closer to you, leading his body over yours as you start to lay back. 
Jimin is quick to slot himself between your legs, getting as close as possible to you while his lips never leave yours. When he lightly bites down on your bottom lip, tugging it back and making you buck your hips into his crotch, he finally slides his tongue in your mouth. Warm, wet and sloppy and so fucking hypnotizing. Especially the way he starts grinding into you.
Jimin pulls away from your lips so he can start exploring other parts of you with his mouth. His tongue glides across your jaw, your head leaning further back, a soft moan leaving you while Jimin continues to grind. He sucks a spot on your neck while his hands get busy—he wastes no time—his fingers already at your pants, trying his best to unbutton them quickly while he kisses your skin. 
“Wait, wait.” You whine, eyes slamming shut. “I’m on my period.” Your own hands go to his to stop him from taking your pants off. Jimin leans away from you before he smirks.
“You know I don’t care.” He whispers, his lips finding yours again. He pecks your lips over and over, his fingers still trying to mess with the button. Your eyes roll back, wanting nothing more than for him to do whatever it is he wants with you. But you stop him again, smile on your lips as you cup his face.
“It’s not light.” You inform him, “It’s okay, seriously.” 
Jimin breathes out roughly, his forehead coming down to yours as he calms himself down. “Okay, okay.” He tells you, “That’s okay—”
“You’re hard?”
Jimin disconnects his forehead from yours just barely, only for his eyes to meet your eyes. “y/n.” He moans your name and you feel yourself grow warmer and warmer. Jimin licks his lips before continuing, “You know I’m so hard right now. I’m so fucking hard for you.” 
“Let me take care of you.” You begin rising from the couch, your hands on his chest as you push him back. “Let me make you feel good.”
“I feel good already babe.” Jimin gazes at you, his eyes softening but the lust is still very much alive in them.
“You like looking at my hands right?” You push Jimin even more, his back hitting the couch cushion. “Don’t you want to see them wrapped around your cock?” 
Jimin freezes for only a second, his chest beginning to heave more and more as he lets the image of you playing with his cock linger in his mind. 
“You were right, Jimin.”
“About what?” He struggles to speak coherently, his dick so painfully erect now. 
“You do touch me in a way that I ache to touch you back.” Your fingers go to his jeans, already unbuttoning them and sliding down the zipper. “My ideal world…fuck,” You help him get his jeans off, your hand dipping inside his briefs. “I touch you too.” Your fingers barely brush against his member but you can feel it react instantly. It twitches and Jimin’s eyes become half lidded as he stares at you. “This is my ideal world, Jimin.” 
“Then touch me…fuck,” He whines, struggling to keep his eyes open and on you. Your fingers wrap around the shaft, barely stroking him when he breathes harder and harder. “Fucking touch me more baby.” 
“More? Maybe my hands aren’t enough for you Jimin.” You finally pull his member out as Jimin’s own hands scramble to tug his underwear down to his thick thighs. “You don’t want to come all over my hands right? You’d rather come down my throat, huh? You’d rather have me swallow your cum, taste you and crave you later when you aren’t here.” 
“You would crave me, wouldn’t you?” Jimin’s raspy voice makes your head spin. This entire scene in front of you makes your head spin actually. The way he looks at you, eyes barely open, his lips extra plump and swollen from kissing and his chest rising and falling quickly. “Because you’re so addicted to me.”
He nailed it, you think. You are addicted…the way he kisses, the way he touches, the way he fucks, the way he just exists in front of you.
“I am.” You tell him, eyes on his while you lower your face to his cock, wasting no time in wrapping your lips around the head. 
“y/n…” Jimin whimpers your name, his eyes closing for a moment. “I love this…love this…” 
You know he does. You know this addiction has you doing things you both agreed you wouldn’t do because you couldn’t—because you shouldn’t. Yet here you are, pleasing Jimin until he tenses beneath you and spilling all of his warm cum into your mouth. And here he is drowning in you all over again. 
~~~~~
“What is up with them?” You whisper to Hoseok, both of you staring at Naomi and Jeremy from across the table as they blatantly ignore one another. 
“By the way, y/n…” Jeremy gets your attention but stops midway to take a bite of his lunch, “It’s Wednesday, don’t forget to help me print out my report.”
“Uh huh.” You nod,  eyes going between him and Naomi. “Are you guys like…okay?”
“Us?” Naomi gestures between her and Jeremy. “Obviously. What great friends like us wouldn’t be okay?”
“Exactly.” Jeremy mumbles with his mouth full. “We’re amazing.”
“Oh dude, how was your date on Friday? What’s this one’s name again?” Hoseok asks, dipping pineapple into some sauce. “It was date two, right?”
Jeremy swallows his food before glancing at Naomi awkwardly, “Yeah, it was good. Her name is Mimi. I’m supposed to see her again sometime this weekend, maybe Saturday but I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Naomi stares ahead, eating her own lunch. “Right, you seem to not know a lot of things, huh?” 
Jeremy rolls his eyes at this, “Anyway, she’s a nice girl—”
“Well, if you like her so much you should definitely go out with her again!” Naomi turns her head towards Jeremy and smiles. “But you know, don’t tell her you like her if you aren’t even sure though. That would be pretty fucked up.” She tells him, smile still on her face before she turns to look at you and Hoseok. “Right, guys? Imagine?” 
“Yeah…” You blink at them, still so confused what is going on. 
The four of you get back to your office and continue working for the day. It’s around 4 when your boss, Mr. Lincoln calls for a meeting. You groan, not wanting to get lectured again on whatever it is he wants improved. You and Hoseok share a look with one another as you take your seats in the meeting room, waiting for whatever it is Mr. Lincoln wants to scold your office for. 
“Alright!” Mr. Lincoln claps his hands together, “I know most of you have already heard by now but I will be taking a leave for a few months! Some other business I have to attend to but no worries, my wife’s very capable nephew will be coming to fill in for a bit.”
“Great.” Hoseok leans in to whisper, his voice annoyed. “I bet this person doesn’t know shit.” 
“Same.” You mutter back.
Mr. Lincoln glances at the two of you before he continues, “If you think I can be hard on you all then you will finally realize how easy it is here with me.” He starts to chuckle, shaking his head lightly. “My nephew takes his roles very seriously. Please keep that in mind when you try to goof off. You, especially.” He points at Hoseok, “I know how much you and your friends love to chat.”
“It’s y/n who always starts the conversations!” Hoseok tries to put the blame on you, “She’s the culprit!”
“Nonsense.” Mr. Lincoln looks at you now, “I know y/n is a very hard worker.”
Naomi and Jeremy start laughing at this and you just shrug, Hoseok glares at you while mouthing ‘he wants to fuck you’ when Mr. Lincoln isn’t looking. You just swat his arm and carry on.
“Friday will be my last day but no worries, I will be back everyone. Let’s work hard.” 
~
You and Hoseok sit on his couches, finishing take out that you both decide wasn’t very good and probably too expensive. It’s only Wednesday and that thought alone sucks since you are so ready for this week to be over. 
“I can’t believe you guys did it again.” Your best friends says, rubbing his belly from how full he is despite the food only being a like 5 out of 10. “Is this going to become a thing?”
“First,” You slide your food container away from you, “We didn’t do it again. Just…you know,” 
“I love you but shut up.” Hoseok laughs. “It counts.”
“I’m so stupid, Hobi. We came to a whole ass conclusion that we shouldn’t yet we—”
“The heart wants what the heart wants.” 
“Or my vagina.” You deadpan.
“Normally I would agree but your secret garden didn’t even get any action so…”
“I guess that’s true.” You frown. “He’s so…he makes me…I don’t even know.”
“I think you do know.” Hoseok tells you bluntly, “You do know…but you won’t say it and I have no idea why. I’m your best friend. Just say exactly what you’re thinking.”
You stare at him before you scoff to yourself, “Hoseok, trust me. I’m not even thinking things in my brain with my brain voice the thoughts that my brain is even having. If I can’t even make my brain voice say those things how the hell do you think I’m going to get my mouth voice to do it?”
“Too many voices.” Hoseok shakes his head, “Anyway, I get it. I guess. But okay, let’s start there—have the thoughts in your head and like, hear them.” 
“No thanks.” You tell him right away, “I’m good.”
“You’re being so—” Hoseok’s head shoots up when he hears his door bell ring. “Who is here?” He wonders, glancing at you but you shrug. Hoseok stands from his sofa and walks through his home to answer the front door. You can hear him open the door, whatever, whatever but your ears really perk up when you hear a voice that is all too familiar. 
“Jimin?” You turn to see Hoseok and Jimin walk through, Jimin’s eyes expanding when he spots you.
“y/n?” He questions you in return. “You’re here?”
“…Yes. You’re here?”
“Yes…” 
“And I’m here too!” Hoseok grins. “Ah, but maybe you guys wish I wasn’t,” He starts smirking. “You know, so you two could…” He wiggles his brows at both of you when Jimin’s eyes go wide.
“You told him?!” Jimin blurts out, his finger pointing at you.
“Of course I told him?!” You look at him incredulously, “Why wouldn’t I have? He’s my best friend!”
“True.” Hoseok nods in approval.
“Why are you shocked!” You shout, “Didn’t you tell anyone?!” 
“Who am I going to tell?!” Jimin looks at you just as incredulously. 
“Uh, Taehyung??” 
“Taehyung?!” Jimin looks at you like you are insane. “Seriously? If I told Taehyung right now he would just…he would be so happy! He would literally start planning a wedding! You know…again.”
“Shit,” You tear your eyes away from his for a moment, “That’s totally understandable. So then why are you here?”
Jimin shifts awkwardly from one foot to another, his eyes going from you to Hoseok before he’s lifting a finger to point at your best friend. “Uh…” Jimin stares at you blankly. “To tell…him.” 
“Of course.” You deadpan. 
“Wait, really?” Hoseok lights up,  grin growing. “You came here to talk to me about this stuff?”
“Yes?” Jimin looks a bit unsure. “If that’s cool?”
Hoseok lights up even more, “Of course that’s cool!” Then he looks at you, “y/n, hurry, go home.”
“What?” “Go home!” Hoseok whines. “I want to hear everything from Jimin’s perspective.” Then he glances at Jimin, “Because I, you know, care.”
“He’s just nosey as fuck.” You tell Jimin with a straight face as you stand from the couch, “But fine, you’re lucky, I was wanting to go home anyway.”
~
You are curious, of course. So curious actually. So curious in fact that you’ve texted Hoseok like 8 times but he still hasn’t answered and it’s already almost midnight. You are wondering what Jimin told Hoseok, what his thoughts are—his feelings. You want to know. But don’t you already know? Didn’t he already tell you everything? You’re wondering if you should give up on Hoseok texting you back and just wait until tomorrow at work to get answers. But right when you think you’re giving up, your phone goes off.
Hobi:)) 11:56pm
I shoulda known I was gonna come find my phone with a bunch of texts from you and YOU call ME nosey!!!!
Hobi:)) 11:56pm
But ok wow. Tonight was a lot
Hobi:)) 11:56pm
Like a lot 
y/n 11:56pm
what happened??? What did he tell you?
Hobi:)) 11:58pm
He told me maybe everything? He told me about emma dude…that shit hurted. Anyway so much stuff makes sense now…he also told me why he broke your heart and stuff and like I said…so much stuff makes sense
y/n 12:01am
oh
Hobi:)) 12:02am
Yeeeeaah…but umm he did also tell me about you guys hooking up and also what you guys talked about
y/n 12:03am
okay and
Hobi:))12:08am
And I feel like he didn’t tell you everything
y/n 12:08am
???
y/n 12:08am
what are you talking about
Hobi:)) 12:09am
Im just saying I don’t think he told you everything
Hobi:)) 12:09am
Like based on what you told me he said, I don’t think he told you everything and also he said even more stuff tonight and idk kinda feels like you two need to talk again 
y/n 12:12am
genuinely so confused
y/n 12:12am
just tell me?
Hobi:)) 12:13am
No no no this is something that needs to come from him…im not saying he intentionally didn’t tell you something but I think he might have something to say or idk. Idk how to explain it but look regardless figure your shit out with joon cuz this is gonna get messy fast
y/n 12:20am 
wtf hobi
Hobi:)) 12:22am
Im team jimin btw. Hes a good guy y/n and you know this already and I know things sucked for a while but he does care about you and I care about you and I want to see you happy and isn’t that jimin? 
Hobi:)) 12:40am
You aren’t replying so I know im right. But I also know something else…because jimin is the one that makes you happy that’s why you wont choose him right? Because the happier a person can make you also means this person can also make you the saddest and youre terrified of that I get it y/n but that thought breaks my heart and I hope I am wrong
y/n 12:43am
goodnight hobi 
~~~~~
It’s Thursday evening when Jimin calls you, asking if he can come over and talk to you about something—obviously you say yes but not even a minute after you hang up with him, your phone is ringing again. Namjoon.
“Hello?” you answer pretty quickly. You haven’t really heard from him all week since he’s been out of town.
“Hey.” He sounds tired, exhausted even. “You busy?”
“Not currently, why?”
“Well, first,” Namjoon pauses, his voice still sounding tired but you can tell he’s smiling. “How was your day?”
“It was good.” You respond, “Tiring.”
“Tell me about it. I’m actually back in town, just got home and I thought I’d see if you wanted to come over for a little while? I have an early morning but I would love to see you even if it’s just for a little bit.”
“Oh.” You stare at nothing, thinking about how Jimin is probably already on his way. “I—”
“I really need to see you.” Namjoon chuckles, “It has not been a very good week.”
“Oh.” You say much softer. “Okay…Um, I can leave in a few minutes then.” 
“Perfect, be safe on your way here.”
You and Namjoon hang up and you feel a bit of dread as you dial Jimin’s number and to call him and let him know he can no longer come hang out with you. He answers on the second ring.
“Hey.” He sounds nice on the other line, his voice something so soothing to you.
“Hey…” 
“What’s up? You okay?”
“Actually,” You pause, wondering how it will feel for him. “Namjoon just called and he’s home and wants to see me but I was going to tell him no but—”
“It’s okay.” Jimin cuts in, “If you need to cancel, I get it.”
“It’s not that I just want to cancel on you, Jimin. He just sounds like he had a bad week and—”
“It’s okay. I get it.” Jimin tells you, voice soft. “Are you staying there?”
“No, I don’t think so. It’s just a for a little while.”
“Okay…want to come by my place after you see him? I still want to talk to you.”
“Yeah.” You breathe out, “I can do that.”
~
You’re barely even finishing knocking on Namjoon’s door when he’s already swinging it open and pulling you inside. 
“Hi.” He brings you close to him, his arms wrapping around your body as he embraces you tightly. “I missed you.”
“Hi.” You say back, the word getting lost into his t shirt as he squeezes you to his chest. 
You’re nervous to be here to be honest. You plan on telling Namjoon about what you’ve done with Jimin but you’re waiting for the right timing. 
“I had the shittiest week.” He tells you, “I just need you around to feel better.”
And you are realizing maybe this isn’t the right timing. Namjoon finally peels himself off of you, holding you at arm’s length and smiling the kind of smile that makes you feel weaker. 
But even this smile lacks in joy. He’s tired. He’s looking beat from the week. He’s looking like he only needs to hear good things. 
Namjoon takes a deep breath before hugging you again. 
“What happened?” You finally ask. “Is everything okay?”
Namjoon leads you to his cream sofa, taking a seat next to you and starts telling you about his week.
“Honestly, my writing is just…I’m in a funk, maybe? But everything has been garbage…at least to me. Emiko has been trying to cheer me up but she’s going through her own stuff and she’s just…she’s probably had a worse week than me.” Namjoon sighs, “She just doesn’t realize she deserves so much better—anyway. Two, yes two, of the meetings I had this week to set up for the tour this summer got canceled because they’re pulling out! Like, pulling out altogether so that’s great news.” He frowns now, his fingers rubbing his temple. “It just feels like things with my career aren’t progressing the way I want them to but also, Emiko is my agent and she works so hard but…”
“But what?”
“I know she’s going through a really tough time. And I can’t really help her and that bugs me. Sorry, I’m just…I hate when I can’t be there for someone I care about.”
You smile at Namjoon because that sounds just like him. “I’m sure she knows you are here for her, Joon.”
“She doesn’t want me to be. That’s the thing.” His frown deepens. “She made a huge deal about us needing to be more professional…that at the end of the day she’s just my agent. That hurt, you know?”
“Oh.” You feel your heart hurt for him, “That would hurt. For sure. But she’s probably just saying that because she’s dealing with whatever is going on with her. Maybe she’s trying to push you away but even if you have to just stay by her side silently…she will appreciate it.”
Namjoon’s lips finally lift into a smile, “You’re right.” He tells you, “I’m just…I’ve known her almost my whole life. I hate seeing her in a bad mood, I guess.”
“You’re very sweet.” 
And he is…he is very sweet. 
“Thank you, y/n. I knew talking to you and seeing you would be something that would make me feel better.”
You only nod at him, guilt starting to bubble over but you try to push that away as you come to your decision. Namjoon is a good man, a very good man and you would be stupid as hell to lose this. 
~
“Hey, I’m leaving Namjoon’s. I know it’s late but did you still want me to come over?” You ask Jimin over the phone, “I can be there in 20.”
“Actually,” Jimin’s voice sounds a little muffled, “I’m kind of already at your place.”
“Huh?” 
“I was feeling bored so I just came here. I’m just outside, chillin.”
“Oh.” You turn, driving through a neighborhood as you start making your way to your place instead. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit then.”
“Okay, be safe. See you soon.” And then he is hanging up. 
You arrive to your place not too much later, walking up to your apartment when you see Jimin sitting outside your door, dark hair looking longer, blowing in the breeze.
You greet him casually as you unlock your front door and you both make your way inside.
Jimin slips his shoes off and is already making his way to your living room, plopping down on the couch. You eye him over as you take off your own shoes, “You okay?” You ask.
Jimin looks a little odd—maybe nervous or anxious, his leg shaking up and down. He just nods his head but you can see how he swallows hard. 
“Okay…” You walk towards him, taking a seat next to him.
“How was Namjoon’s?” Jimin asks, “Did you tell him?”
“Did I—oh, no. He uh, he was having a hard time and I didn’t want to potentially make it harder so I haven’t…”
Jimin stops shaking his leg as he nods slowly, “Oh. I see.”  “But I made my decision.” You look Jimin in the eye but he grows a little confused.
“About?”
“Namjoon.”
Jimin eyes’ go wide before he’s gesturing for you to continue.
“If Namjoon still wants a relationship with me even after I tell him what we did…I’m going to agree. I’m going—”
“Wait.” Jimin’s eyes search yours, “Wait, wait. What?”
“Yeah. I’m going to, you know, be his girlf—” “That’s…” Jimin’s gaze falls to your lap. “That’s what you want?”
“Yes.” You tell him. “It is.”
“It’s what you want because you like him. Right?” His eyes find yours again, but they have hardened.
“Y-Yeah.” 
Jimin stares at you for moments too long, his gaze making you feel nervous but he finally tears his eyes from you, licks his drying lips and stands from the couch. “Okay. I really wish you good luck, y/n. I hope this works out.”
“Thanks…” You mumble, your eyes on his back. “What—what did you want to talk about though?”
He turns to face you, a small smile on his lips. “It’s nothing now. Don’t worry. I’m going to head home but we’ll talk soon, yeah?”
~~~~~
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—”
“What?!” You shout at Hoseok, who sits at his desk beside you, “Why are you freaking out?”
“Dae just texted me.” He tells you, “And it’s…”
“It’s? It’s what?”
“Holy shit. What am I going to do?” He drags his hands down his face, “We have barely spoken since you know what, but now this???”
“What?”
“Apparently, Taehyung and Dae are going to get here this evening. She said Taehyung planned it and is wanting her to come so he doesn’t fall asleep on the drive…plus in his eyes—well, in his eyes I didn’t,” He lowers his voice into a whisper, “you know, fuck his sister and leave her the next morning!” 
“Oh, damn.” You can’t help but smirk. “This should be entertaining.”
“He wants all of us to go out tonight for drinks,” Hoseok groans, “Jeremy and Jimin already confirmed they’d go but they don’t have to see Dae!”
“They will see Dae?”
“Yeah but they don’t have to see her after they’ve,” He lowers his voice again, “Fucked her!”
“True. But uh, Jimin said he would go?” You try to act nonchalant, eyes going back to your screen. “Cool.”
“Why are you being weird?” Hoseok accuses you right away. “Did something happen?”
“I wish I knew.” You tell him, “He’s barely talking to me today.”
“For real? He’s been blowing my phone up.” Hoseok shrugs, “Wait, once again, did something happen?”
“He came over to talk last night, uh, I told him I was going to give things with Namjoon a shot and he got weird and left. I texted him asking is he got home safe, blah, blah but anyway, he’s been so dry with me.”
“He came to talk but you told him…are you serious?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me you aren’t serious.”
“But I am serious.”
“I know you aren’t that dumb, y/n.” Hoseok tells you with a straight face. “You really—”
“I made my decision, Hoseok.” You glance at your phone when you see a text from Dae. “Anyway, I’ll tell Naomi. I guess we are all hanging out tonight.”
Present 
“No, no, no.” Taehyung looks at everyone with shocked eyes. “Dae?! Even you?!”
“Yes, even me, brother.” She looks unimpressed, taking another sip of her drink just for fun now.
“Hold on. Jimin?! But also…y/n?! Wait,” He slurs, a grin starting to form. “I will be the happiest man alive if you guys both had sex at the same time.” Then he looks a little puzzled, “I mean because it was you know,” He starts thrusting his pointing finger inside a hole he made with his other hand’s fingers. “Together.” 
“Jeez, Taehyung.” You grumble, “Yeah, whatever. We did.” You look across the table to see Jimin who just sits here, eyes on his drink only. 
“What?!” Taehyung shouts, “How?! How did that happen?! Oh my god, I have so many questions but I need to continue down this list. Okay, skipping Dae…Hoseok?! Who did you have sex with in the last week???” 
Hoseok gulps, his eyes accidentally going straight to Dae and Taehyung is pretty quick to pick up what Hoseok is putting down.
“Wait, wait.” Taehyung points between Hoseok and Dae. “My…my sister?! Ah, come on, man! Not my sister! I know I wanted you to find someone! But not my sister!!!!”
“Why? You don’t think I’m good enough for your friend, Taehyung?” Dae rolls her eyes, “Don’t worry, he doesn’t seem to think so either.” 
“Hey, I never said that.” Hoseok says, voice only directed at Dae. “I—seriously I don’t think that, Dae. I’m sor—”
“Moving the fuck on,” Taehyung looks at Jeremy now. “Jeremy?! Oh my god, was it the girl you went out with last week? She is pretty hot, bro. Surprised you didn’t tell us in the group chat though!” 
Jeremy glances around the table before reaching for his glass and chugging the remainder of his drink. 
“I’m curious too actually.” You look over at Jeremy, “You didn’t say anything. And Naomi, who the hell did you sleep with? I’m so confused…have you been seeing someone? Wait!” You look at her shocked, “Did you meet someone and had a one night stand?!”
Naomi reaches for her glass as well and starts chugging. 
“Is this…” Dae glances around the table, “Is this not obvious to everyone?”
“They aren’t the brightest here.” Jimin finally says something, mumbling at he sips his drink again.
“Jeremy, you slept with Mimi?” Hoseok pats his back, “You didn’t even tell us!” 
“Mimi this, Mimi that.” Naomi mocks, “Hate to break it to you guys,” She lifts her head and looks at everyone, “But I just don’t think Jeremy is that into her.”
“Naomi, stop.” Jeremy warns, “We already—”
“We already what?” She rolls her eyes.
“You don’t even like the way I talk to girls! You think the ‘weird’ poetry shit I do is cringey!” Jeremy suddenly shouts, “You hate it!”
“I do think it is cringey!” Naomi shouts back, you all look at these two confused as hell. “But I don’t hate it, you dumbass.”
“You do hate it! You think it’s cringe??!?!”
“Yes, it’s literally the cringiest shit but I don’t hate it!” 
“What the hell is happening?” You ask, looking at Hoseok and he’s just as confused as you. 
“That doesn’t even make sense?!” Jeremy tells Naomi, “You’re driving me crazy!”
“It does make sense!” Naomi looks frustrated, “You know…okay, you know that weird ass shoulder dance y/n does?”
“Why are you bringing me into this?” You ask with a straight face.
“Yeah,” Jeremy nods, eyeing Naomi wondering where she is going with this. “It’s literally the worst thing I have ever seen.”
“Exactly! It’s so horrible and disgusting and so fucking—”
“Yeah, it’s absolutely cringe.” Hoseok adds his two cents.
“What the hell is happening?” You ask, “How did this become about me??”
“We always tell y/n we hate it and it’s so cringey but we laugh our asses off every time she does it and we know she’s always going to do it, right? We think it’s the worst thing we’ve ever seen but we love it, don’t we?” Naomi looks at Jeremy, “It’s the worst but we love it. We never want her to stop the stupid thing she does with her shoulders.”
Jeremy’s mouth falls open a little as he realizes what Naomi is saying, “Wait. Are you…”
“Your poetry is cringe Jeremy but I love it because it’s yours and it’s you and god, you’re so stupid.” Naomi stands from her chair, “I’m going to get another drink.”
“I’m coming with you.” Dae stands as well, “Suddenly I want to get black out drunk.”
“Wait, wait.” You stop the girls from leaving. “But who did you have sex with, Naomi??”
“Are you serious…” Dae shakes her head at you, “It’s so obvious girl, come on.”
“It’s really not?” You question, eyes going to Hoseok who is just as lost as you.
“Yeah, I don’t get it either.” Hoseok tells you guys, “Jimin and y/n, Me and …Dae…and uh, Jeremy with Mimi but who’s your person?”
“Ha!” Naomi rolls her eyes harder than ever, “Mimi! Yeah fucking right. He didn’t go home with Mimi last Friday. Did you Jeremy? He came to my place after their little date and I’m sure you guys can figure out the rest.”
“I’m literally…figure what out?” You look at Hoseok and he shrugs.
“Oh my god…” Jimin huffs out, “Jeremy went to Naomi’s place after his date and somehow ended up fucking Naomi.”
“What?” You blink at Jimin before you snort, Hoseok joining you immediately, “Yeah, there is no way.”
“You guys are so dense.” Dae deadpans. “It was in front of you guys this whole time.”
You and Hoseok are still laughing but when Jeremy and Naomi don’t say anything you guys start quieting down, confusion growing more and more.
“Wow.” Taehyung glances at Aeri, “You are never wrong about these things!” 
Aeri starts laughing drunkenly, “I told you!” 
“This is…I’m just going to go home and get drunk now.” Naomi groans, “Dae, you in?”
“Hell yeah, I will never say no to something like that.”
“y/n?” Naomi asks you as well but you’re still looking between here and Jeremy and wondering how you missed this.
“Uh,” You blink at her before your eyes find Jimin. “Actually, I’m going to stay for a bit.”
“Suit yourself.” Dae says, spinning in her spot to leave.
“Wait, Dae—” Hoseok stands from his chair but her and Naomi wave everyone off before they head out.
“This is crazy.” Jeremy mumbles, “Naomi…oh god.” 
“So you fucked Naomi but then what?” Taehyung slurs.
“I uh, told her I didn’t mean to do that because we’re friends…good friends.” Jeremy looks down at the table, “Then she went on about how we are for sure just friends…so she obviously regretted it, right? Anyway, It’s been hell since.”
“Well,” Hoseok lips set into a straight line. “This week is suddenly making so much sense.”
“Okay, now to the pairing I am most curious about.” Taehyung shows you all a mischievous grin, “Jimin, care to explain how you sexed up our wonderful y/n?” He winks at you both, making Aeri giggle more. 
Jimin sighs out, his hand sweeping through his hair as he stands. “It doesn’t matter. Doesn’t feel appropriate to talk about when she basically has a boyfriend.” 
“But they aren’t tech—”
“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Jimin smiles at Taehyung. “She’s into him and going to take that next step!” And then he’s walking off towards the bar.
“Next st—”
“Jimin.” You stand too, walking after him. 
“Oh.” Aeri sways into Taehyung’s side, “It’s just us now! Well, us and the guy who had sex with your sis—”
“LALALALA!”
~
“Jimin!” You call for the man, trying your best to catch up with him. He gets to the bar and you finally make it by his side, leaning against the bar top as you stare at his side profile. “Can you just tell me what is wrong?” 
“Nothing.” He stares ahead but you aren’t buying it—obviously. 
“Can you just…can you look at me?” Your hand goes to his shoulder and he tenses beneath your touch. “Jimin?”
He sighs out heavily before turning to face you, his eyes locking with yours when you decide you can easily read him but you don’t want to. You don’t want to read everything he is saying but he tells you anyway.
“This is a mistake, y/n.” He tells it to you straight.
“What is?”
“Namjoon.” 
Yeah, you scoff at this because to be frank—it annoys you. It irks you that he isn’t supporting your decision about Namjoon. And you cannot figure out why 100%. 
“Okay.” You brows pull up quickly before you relax them. “That’s cool.”
“It’s all for the wrong reasons and you know it.” The tone of his voice chooses to annoy you more than anything. “You aren’t in love with him.”
“I don’t need to be in love with him, I just need to like him. God, it does not have to be that deep.”
“You like him the same way you liked the pet fish you had your freshmen year.”
“Just stop,” 
“No.”
“You’ve been cold to me because you don’t think I should date Namjoon? That seems immature.”
“It’s not…” Jimin’s eyes soften, “Maybe I am immature. But I am only telling you this because I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later…”
“So none of your reasons are selfish ones?” You snap, Jimin’s brows pulling together before he breaks his eye contact with you to stare at the floor. “I need this Jimin.”
“Need what?”
Yeah, need what? That’s a great question. You’re letting something take over you, something close to a frustration but you aren’t sure what. This feels like something is coming to the surface—something not even the voice in your head has spoken yet. 
“How is it…” Your voice is cold towards him, “That you got to move on and experience love again but I never got to? How come you got to but I never did? What? You think me trying my hardest to have something new for myself is bad? Is a fucking mistake? Rich coming from someone who already got this chance.”
Jimin’s eyes rise to meet yours and it feels like a punch to the gut. His eyes are full of something close to pain yet he tries to smile.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He tells you quietly, softly even. “I shouldn’t be trying to…” He pauses, swallowing hard to calm himself. “You’ve made your decision. I don’t know if I don’t want you to be with Namjoon for selfish reasons or because I really do think you aren’t doing the right thing. Maybe it’s both.” He tries to smile a little more. “Yeah, it’s both.”
“W-What are your selfish reasons?” You find yourself asking but Jimin just scoffs to himself, smile still in place.
“You already know them.” He tells you simply. “The night we talked about what we did—the sex. We said the things we were going to discuss were, how it went, what it meant, why did we do it and what do we do now.”
“I remember.” You tilt your head, “What about it?”
“We knew how it went. We talked about why we did it and what we do now but neither of us had an answer for ‘what it meant’ and I didn’t tell you the truth. You said you didn’t know and I agreed. But I lied, y/n.” His smile is still in place and it makes you feel anxious. Especially because his eyes are void of any positive emotion. 
“You lied?”
“Yeah,” He hums. “I know what it meant to me.”
“What…what did it mean to you, Jimin?”
“Why would I even need to tell you that when you’ve already made your decision, y/n?” His smile starts dropping. “I told you that you’re afraid of having a love again like what you had with me and you said ‘maybe’ but I think the thing you’re afraid of is me.” Jimin’s eyes bore into yours, his gaze so intense as they gloss over. “And,” He gulps. “I fucking get it. Because I,” He pauses, gaze still set on you as he tries to push down his emotions. “I am also so fucking afraid of you.” 
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How the turtles got the weapons?
I meant it's very obvious that they take garbage to build homes in sewer and let's not forget that some peoples drop they money on street but how about weapons, where they got the weapons?
There's no way splinter made them after all he is not that skilled. It's never showed in all version (tv and film) how they got the weapons.
Random Turtle Thoughts Discussion...
About their weapons -
Many a night I have found myself lying awake, pondering this same exact question. And many a night I have found, I simply don't have a good answer. Lol.
So I think that in iterations where Splinter was a human first, especially where he was already involved in martial arts, is the easiest to explain. It's most likely he already had an assortment of weapons as a human and simply relocated them from his home or dojo or whatever to the sewers.
In the iterations where he was a pet of a master, I think we as an audience could assume he recognized the need for weapons but didn't readily have any of his own. In this scenario I think that maybe he had mind enough to steal some. He was already self-trained to some extent, so it might be possible he could do this without being detected. Maybe he picked them up from downed Foot Clan members or possibly even risked stealing from Foot hideouts. (Maybe successfully pulled a heist from police evidence lockers????)
But Bayverse is by far the hardest to explain. Or even speculate on. In this iteration Splinter was literally a lab rat. And he readily tells April that he can't remember anything prior to being in her father's lab. (I love these movies but I'm sorry, I do not in any way, shape or manner accept that Splinter is totally self-taught from a BOOK. I just don't.) So, while we can infer he discovered the necessity for a warrior to have weapons, how in the blooming heck did he get them?! I mean, maybe he stole some, but where would he know to go find them? And I seriously doubt this version of Splinter would go anywhere near the police station.
All in all, I think that it comes down to us an audience to just accept that it somehow freaking happened. While this is mildly annoying and unsatisfactory, I think it's just part of the allure of their mystery. Plus, it allows us to come up with some fun theories to satisfy our own need to have this answer.
I'd love to hear what other people think about this question!!! Maybe someone has a theory we can cohesively accept. It's always fun to talk about.
Thanks for sending this in. Excellent thought-provoking question. Sorry I didn't have anything better to offer on this. Maybe someone else will have more to add to the discussion.
Hope you still enjoyed my little rant though!!
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✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️
Thank you @allwaswell16 and @haztobegood for tagging me! I love reading everyone's answers to these <3
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
60, including one cowrite
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
831,513
3. What fandoms do you write for?
One Direction. I use the BBC Radio 1 RPF tag for pairings with Nick Grimshaw, and I used the Shawn Mendes (Musician) one a few times, too.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
you came into my life, caught up in your love affair, baby, you're the end of june, an honest mistake and tell me what you need
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I love replying to comments, even when I feel awkward about it. I really like getting replies from authors, I find it discouraging not to, so that's partly why. But a nice comment really makes me day, and I want to let people know I appreciate that. But I might miss one occasionally, and sometimes I don't reply if I think the commenter is being rude.
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It's probably my first fic, This Town. The whole fic is Niall processing Zayn leaving the band – but more importantly leaving him, and they don't get back together in the end. It's not my fault, Niall wrote a sad song! But also I was in the thick of grieving, so. That's what happened.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I almost, almost always write happy endings, so I could really pick this one at random lol, but I'll go with enough to make a girl blush. I really love how far Louis has come at the end of that fic and how happy she and Niall are together and how good they are together. Plus, I wrote a happy little timestamp for Harry and Zayn (count me in).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've gotten comments that don't sit well with me, but not really. I did post a fic set at the beginning of COVID before I knew how bad it would get, and someone messaged me to say they were sorry about the hate it was getting... but I didn't see any?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
yes! I write smut that I find hot, girl direction and boy direction. When I started writing, I felt like I wrote absolutely terrible smut and I worked really hard to figure it out. Practice makes progress, baby.
10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?
I've written a couple of reality show AUs with the actual people from the shows in the fic – you came into my life and you wanna be on top? Nothing too crazy!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I think someone stole a shiall one-shot and posted it on Wattpad. Weirdly, I feel like I haven't made it because that doesn't happen to me more often.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
yes! Most recently, someone asked if they could translate pink like the paradise found into Russian and they were so lovely.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I took part in a round robin for Nic's (@louandhazaf) birthday a few years ago! (Louis referring to merlot as the basic bitch of wines was me!) Co-writing has come up as an idea a couple of times, but the timing or idea etc has never been right.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
I kind of have to fall deep for a pairing to write them, so I love a lot of pairings! Aside from larry, I think gryles might be my favorite. Something about the pining best friends who can't be together because of... REASONS just gets me where I live.
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I had an idea for a lilo exes to lovers AU based on bennifer and I wrote a snippet that I really liked for it, but I felt like I was white washing Jennifer Lopez, if that's the right word? Like you can't separate her from the fact that she's Puerto Rican, so casting Louis in that role didn't feel right. I could try to figure out another way to approach it, but I don't really think I'll feel inspired enough.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I'm really good at continuity, and writing scenes with lots of people and involving all of them.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I always feel like I start sentences with "Niall did this" and "Harry did that" (sorry, writing narry at the moment). So, narration that's not action? Does that make sense?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it can be done effectively. I liked how the French worked in Darling, so it goes. It made sense to include because Harry moved to a country where he didn't speak the language. I tried to make the meaning of the French clear when Harry understood it, but I didn't include translations in the notes because Harry didn't understand a lot, and I wanted the reader in his shoes. I worked really hard on the French because I don't speak it, but I asked @somethingwittyorother to look it over and their feedback was incredibly helpful.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
One Direction!
20. Favorite fic you've written?
It's usually the last fic that I posted, so right now it's Suddenly Last Summer. I had the best time writing it and it was such a fulfilling creative outlet, and I just love it.
I'll tag: @crinkle-eyed-boo @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @neondiamond @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @absoloutenonsense @homosociallyyours @nouies @onlythebravest
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