#’wow guys it’s crazy you were here for 30 hours’

[kadextra]

idk how many people saw late into the bbh stream tonight, but to summarize, the tubhole snow prank is completely cleaned up :3

q!bad was using a new machine to do it with richarlyson (almost crashed the server four times) and to clear the whole thing it would take ~3 hours. however the admins’ dog destruction inside added a lot more time, though he was still committed to doing it overnight

then richas decided he wanted to play pretend and pulled bad away. when they came back an hour later the snow disappeared, tubhole is clean! the admins had pity for bad’s lack of sleep, and it was partially their own shenanigans to clean up anyways (I think canonically the dapper co. employed ghosties with shovels helped lmao)

bad & richas took credit for all the work, gaslighting themselves, and then repaired q!tubbo’s bridge good as new! left some gifts and a letter :D

[wooskirbyplushie]

Our Little Secret ~ K.HJ

✰ idol!hongjoong x fan!reader where the guys catch hongjoong not so secretly slip a paper into your hand at a fanmeet

✰ word count: 3.6k

✰ warnings: some cussing (nothing crazy), pet names (love), female!reader, glasses!hongjoong cuz that’s enough to drive me insane tbh, she/they pronouns used for reader

✰ a/n: hey so i randomly got this idea one day and decided to execute it lol. tbh im not sure if i’ll keep updating this or not just because it was only supposed to be a little drabble but im 87% sure i’ll continue it just so my friends don’t hold me at gunpoint to finish it😭😭

✰ italics are used for inner thoughts, bold italic is just to emphasize words, also don’t pay attention to the timestamps for the texts later on k that’s it

you were late, you were so late, and you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself.

today has been marked in your calendar for almost 2 months, the day that ateez finally had a fanmeet in your city. you had saved up for the event for so long that when they announced it you didn’t hesitate to snatch your card out of your wallet to buy tickets for you and your best friend, kaylani.

but today you completely fucked your schedule up. oversleeping was not in your plans and neither was having to iron your outfit and rush to catch the train, just for it to delay for 15 minutes. in addition to the 5 minute bus ride from the station turning into a 30 minute walk because the bus you and your friend needed to catch didn’t run that day. who knew?

by the time you finally got to the venue, security were already trying to lock up the doors. i mean, it made sense considering they started meeting fans almost two hours ago.

“hey!!” kaylani shouted to try and get the guards attention. one of them looked up, utter confusion on his face as he watched two young girls jogging at them from across the parking lot.

“please we- we have tickets. the train made us late, but we cannot miss this event” you breathed out as fast as possible, trying to catch your breath at the same time. lani shuffled around for her phone to pull up the virtual tickets before the guards shrugged and scanned both tickets to let you in. “you girls either have really incredible or really horrible timing” one of the guys commented and told you to have fun.

you both squealed the second you got inside.

following the arrows and signs, you reached the auditorium that ateez was having their fanmeet in. now usually, fanmeets had a show in the first half and the actual meet in the second. but thankfully this time around it was swapped, meaning you guys didn’t miss any of the actual show. would it possibly be delayed because you were late? ehhh you’d cross that bridge when you got to it.

“we’re really here holy shit that’s ateez 20 feet away from us-“ you started rambling before lani cut through your thoughts with another squeal. she saw her bias, that had to be the only reason

“ITS JONGHOOO AHHHH”

“wow kaylani, it’s almost like he’s in the grou- AHHH LOOK ITS HONGJOONG”

kaylani rolled her eyes and mocked you. “wow y/n it’s almost like he’s in the group.” touché.

it wasn’t long before you realized they had changed quite a bit for this fanmeet. for example, the boys weren’t sitting in age order, or what you and lani called “fanchant order”. jongho was first and hongjoong was last, which didn’t really matter, but you knew your heart would race more and more as you got closer to your bias.

joong was your ult bias and had been for 4 years. you loved all of the members (duh) but the thought of possibly holding that man’s hand sent you over the moon. sure he held other girls hands, but this was gonna be your moment.

“bro. bro we’re next” kaylani whisper shouted while gripping your shoulder.

“unhand me you fein- oh god that’s jongho like he’s real.”

“RIGHT THATS THE CHOI JONGHO. 4TH GEN VOCALIST AHHHH” if you couldn’t tell she was a jongho ult before, it was super evident now. and because of that, you let lani go first.

******

if she could’ve, kaylani would’ve talked jongho’s ear off for 40 minutes. luckily he seemed intrigued by what was being said, laughing and giggling along with your friend. and now you wish you went first instead.

eventually she moved to wooyoung and was out-yapped, while you talked to jongho, really just telling him all of your favorite runs and verses he had. then you moved down again, and again, got to san and almost forgot your morals. he had you giggling for your life and the blush on your face was impossible to hide. he was THE ateez flirt.

but you and kaylani kept moving. to be real, since you were the last people in the room, there was no real rush but you decided to be mindful of the boys time.

yunho and yeosang were adorably nerdy and a hint of shy in real life, seonghwa really knew how to catch you off guard. one second you were talking about his lego collection and the next he was spewing out compliments and grabbing your hand. you tried to turn your face to hide your blush again, but you turned right into hongjoong’s direction and almost screamed. he was staring at you, and hard. what you hadn’t realized was kaylani whispering how much you “loved him” and how he was your “ultimate bias and first choice for a husband.”

yea you were either gonna go back to jongho and tell him how she brought his photocard to prom, or you were going to murder her.

you finished with seonghwa and slowly moved to hongjoong while lani stood off to the side and snuck a few pictures. “so. i’m your ult huh?” hongjoong questioned, arms folded across his chest.

you gulped, “y-yea you’ve always stuck out to me,” your voice came out in a whisper. hongjoong chuckled and leaned forward a bit.

“i’m your ult but you have no problem flirting with san and seonghwa in front of me, yea?”

“i don’t see the difference between that and you holding a bunch of fans hands, flirting with them.”

your mouth worked faster than your brain could, and you regretted it the second you finished the sentence, slapping your hand over your mouth.

hongjoong tilted his head and raised an eyebrow over the rim of his glasses. god he looked good in glasses. “quite the mouth on you…”

“y/n” you finished his sentence.

“y/n..” he trailed off like he was letting your name marinate on his tongue. “really pretty name for a really pretty person”

now you were really blushing. you didn’t care if it was fan service, he was servicing the hell out of you and you were eating it up. “thank you joong..” and he smirked in return.

******

you talked for a while (ok like 5 minutes) praising joong just like you did all the other members. he asked you what your favorite songs were, and san jumped in when he heard you mention desire. “honestly such a hater, desire is a masterpiece!!” you exclaimed as the top desire defender in tinyville. joong and san laughed before san walked off backstage and hongjoong picked up his sharpie, doodling while you talked.

you just kept going, your level of yapping surpassing kaylani while she was talking to jongho. hongjoong was eating it up though, especially when you started listing your favorite rap verse from him, even saying you could tell an ateez song by his signature giggle.

“it’s a bit embarrassing but i’ve listened to the songs so much that i just know? your music saved me, genuinely.” you trailed off before joong grabbed your hand.

“i honestly think it’s adorable.” he replied with a genuine smile. his smile was warm and bright, like lights on a christmas tree in december. you were soon brought back to reality when a guard told joong he had to wrap up with you so they could move on to the show. he nodded while messily writing something on a small piece of paper with his non dominant hand, still holding your hand with his other.

“well i guess this is goodbye, y/n. it was really nice talking to you and your friend” joong said, subtly crumbling a paper up in his hand before going to slip it into your own.

you weren’t dumb, you played like you didn’t even realize, following along with his skit. “it was really nice to meet you joongie,” you replied with a soft smile before you both got up and walked in your respective directions.

******

“you aren’t slick joong, i saw that.” san whispered while the group got dressed for the next part of the show. he was putting on a school boy uniform, adjusting the blue tie that went with it. hongjoong sat next to him, tying the shoes that he swapped into.

“doesn’t matter if you saw it, managers didn’t see it.” he responded with a shrug. joong knew him getting caught would mean having to change his number and most likely block you if you ever reached out to him, but in his head it was worth the risk.

“if i saw it, how do you know they didn’t see it captain?”

“because i waited till they turned around. and to be honest, i don’t care if they saw. i liked her.”

“liked who?” wooyoung asked as he walked over to steal san’s cologne. “because if you mean the last two people that came in, i don’t blame you! the last one was extremely pretty..”

joong just shot wooyoung a side eye before grabbing his phone, letting out a small sigh at the sight of no notification from you. he thought you guys had a little connection, right? then again-

“she probably just thought you were servicing her. ya know, your job.” san said stiffly, fixing a few stray strands of hair. joong clicked his phone off and threw it to his side with a slight head shake. maybe san was right, you probably didn’t look much into it considering it was his job to service his fans. maybe the managers did see him and they took the paper after you were out of joong’s sight. he was getting stressed over a girl he just met and even though his friends were talking to him in logic, hongjoong refused to learn that language.

he let out another small sigh before ruffling his hair and clapping his hands together to gather the group to get on stage. he had to clear his mind so he could perform. “alright guys let’s do this. hana dul set,”

“fightingggg!!” the boys yelled in unison and cheered, hyping each other up for what was to come. one by one, the boys started leaving the dressing room to take their places in the wings of the stage curtains.

seonghwa made sure everyone made it out, before looking back to see hongjoong lagging behind. “you coming bub?” joong looked at hwa, then his phone on the couch, and back to hwa before sending him a quick nod and walking out the door.

he’d be able to make it through the show.. right?

******

“soooo we’re just gonna ignore what happened back there? you know i saw that right love?” kaylani pressed you while fixing her lip gloss, making you jump out of your thoughts.

“what happened?? we just had a normal conversation!”

“normal my ass. you talked for like five minutes and then KIM HONGJOONG SLID YOU HIS-“

you slapped your hand over her mouth. you were in the empty bathroom but there was no reason to take any chances of a manager, or even worse, a fan overhearing and reporting back to one. “kay, i love you. dearly. but please lower your voice love…”

she sighed behind your hand and obliged before complaining about you smudging her lip combo. you rolled your eyes and pulled the crumbled sheet of paper from out of your jacket pocket to show your friend. the numbers were a bit wayward, but joong was writing with his left hand so it was understandable. he somehow still managed to make it legible enough for you to understand though.

“it’s his kakao talk im assuming. i still have the app from when you and i had to use it when i was in seoul.”

“do you know for sure it’s his number ?”

“of course i don’t know for sure kay, im trying not to lose my mind right n-“

“text it.”

that may have seemed like the obvious answer but you were still extremely nervous about getting caught. and the idea of getting caught by a manager was still circling around in your brain. “there’s a chance that he’s waiting for your text ya know. just text it and see.” kaylani finished with a shrug, her lips popping as she finished up her lip combo. you took a deep breath before shakily grabbing your phone and opening your kakao talk.

what were you even going to say ? hi ? that sounded basic but there really wasn’t much else to do. there was no reason to say your full name because, well, what if it wasn’t truly him ? lani must’ve gotten bored of watching you stare at your phone without typing anything because after a few seconds your phone was in her hands as she drafted up and sent a message for you.

“KAYLANI !???”

“it’s fine, i just said hey and that it was the girl from the fanmeet. unless he’s going around giving his number out to every pretty girl like a whore, he’ll know it’s you.”

she handed your phone back to you before throwing her hands on your shoulders and flashing you a slight smile. “it’ll be fine ok? now let’s go watch our boys do the utmost embarrassing shit!”

you nodded in response and stepped out of the bathroom to make your way to your seats.

now what your best friend didn’t know when you bought your tickets was that you saved enough for front row. and the surprise was pretty evident by the screech she let out once you dragged her to the seats in front of the stage.

“no way no way we’re this close HOLY- y/n forget hongjoong will you please marry me???”

you just laughed and playfully pushed lani towards her seat, “get off of me and sit down goofball.”

******

“2 minutes to showtime!!”

the lights were dimming as the members stood in the wings of the stage, mic packs being adjusted and pinned onto the boys. wooyoung was humming some vocal warmups to himself before he walked over to hongjoong. “jeez captain, lighten up. you look like yeosang told you that hwa was his favorite hyung and not you…”

hongjoong jumped, unnoticeable to wooyoung, and scoffed in response to his statement. “please, as if that would ever happen.”

“ah you’re right. you look like your mom told you that bumjoong is the favorite child.”

“is there a point to your escapades or do you just enjoy annoying me?”

a look of fake hurt flashed across wooyo’s face in response, “ouch. you must really be missing your pretty girlfriend to talk to your best friend like that joongie.”

hongjoong spun towards wooyoung and gave him, yet another, death glare. “keep your voice down are you insane ? listen, we have a job to do, get focused on that.” and with that he stormed back to his place on stage. just take a few breaths and it’ll be fine… no reason for you to snap on your members.

“places guys; 10 seconds!”

he didn’t think it was possible, but that 10 seconds was both the longest and shortest time of hongjoong’s career. he knew you were in the crowd, he knew he had to do his best just for you. but what he wasn’t expecting when he scanned the crowd was to make direct eye contact with you and your friend in the front row.

oh he was soooo fucked.

so fucked that hwa had to elongate his intro and improvise an extra end part to get joong to snap out of his daze.

“ah i’m sorry, i got caught up looking at all of our beautiful atiny! hi guys, my name is kim hongjoong, captain of ateez!!”

the crowd seemed to take it well, i mean his job was fan service. but in truth, he was lying, he was only looking at you. and to his surprise, you were looking back; in fact he could feel your eyes on him frequently, and anytime he didn’t it was just because you and your friend were laughing together.

hongjoong kept finding himself on your side of the stage, often sending you flirty glances and winks during his verses; and god you were eating it up. not to mention how obsessed he was with getting you to smile. unfortunately for him though, he had to give that same energy to everyone for his actions to not be so obvious. even more unfortunately for him, san and wooyoung were on his ass the entire time, which caused seonghwa to send suspicious glances joong’s way. fuck.

hwa approached joong halfway through the show, once they were offstage during yunho and mingi’s unit performance. “fess up, why are you clinging to one side of the stage and why do you keep zoning out?? it’s not a good look and it’s making us look unorganized on stage.“

hongjoong just toyed with the hem of his sleeve in silence. to be honest he was trying to focus but he was drunk on the thought of being able to make you smile. there wasn’t anything he could say to get hwa off of his back, so he opted for a shrug.

“are you not feeling ok? you should’ve said something beforehand joong-“

“i’m fine.” please just drop it…

“fine.” hwa started, preparing his mic to get back on stage. the irritation was evident in his actions, but his voice was still soft. “but you’re the leader, just know this shit is on your shoulders if management says something.”

hongjoong just nodded in response, following seonghwa’s actions in fixing his mic. “that’s 50,000 won for calling me leader and not captain by the way.” he retorted with a smirk before running back on stage to meet the audience’s cheers.

******

“okay atiny, you guys enjoying the show?” yeosang asked, receiving a loud roar of approval from the crowd.

“i take that as a yes! but unfortunately…” jongho started his sentence, and atiny realized that the show was coming to an end. “hey hey we don’t want to leave either, but we have one more performance for you guys! are you ready??”

the rest of the guys were set up on a prop couch for the last song, each of them holding a red or white rose, as they waited for jongho to join them. once he did, the speakers started playing the instrumental of seventeen’s “ready to love” and seonghwa started off the cover, the crowd going insane.

eventually the boys got to the ending and handed out (or really threw) their roses to people in the crowd. and to no one’s surprise, hongjoong sat on the edge of the stage and handed his white rose to you, his fingers gliding over yours during the hand off, causing a goofy smile to take over your face with a light pink blush. kaylani teased you after making sure to get the entire interaction on video, you simply rolling your eyes and covering the camera in response. joong winked before getting up to join the members for their final bow and go back to their green room.

“thank you atiny!! we’ll be back soon” san yelled as the curtains closed and yunho and mingi peaked out to wave one last time.

******

hongjoong was the first one back in the room, his mind filled with your smile and whether or not you texted him. he loosened his tie and jogged over to the couch where he left his phone, anxious but also eager. but when he heard the members following close behind, joong grabbed his phone and rushed to the bathroom; mostly to avoid being teased by wooyoung, reprimanded by seonghwa, and shamed by san.

“you ok captain?” mingi asked from the other side of the door. “you left kinda in a hurry..”

“y-yea i’m fine, drank a lot of water earlier.”

mingi just shrugged it off with a low “okay” and went back to the other members, hongjoong letting out a small breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. he clicked his phone on and surprisingly saw a kakao notification from an unsaved contact. hongjoong’s face lit up brighter than his phone screen as he opened the app to reply.

but wait. was it you or a stalker?

did someone else possibly see the paper he gave you?

was he overthinking? yes. but most of it seemed logical.

joong sighed before he reread your message.

?: hey

?: it’s the girl from the fanmeet

still he had to confirm it was you.. and he had a pretty decent idea of how to do it.

joongie: really? then say something i said to you earlier

joong figured you would take a while to write back but you actually replied right away.

?: “really pretty name for a really pretty person”

joongie: i’m glad you texted me y/n :)

he just smiled at his phone, thinking of what to text you next. should he ask to facetime you maybe? should he flirt or was it too early for that? joong’s mind had a million tabs open at once but he really wanted to live in the current moment-

until wooyoung decided to be obnoxious and bang on the bathroom door like the police.

“hey some of us actually have to pee ya know!”

open tab number one million and one, strangle jung wooyoung…

[hanniebaeee]

Taste of Love

Lee Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, cravings

Genre: strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff

Summary: You have been craving so many random things recently. Your best friend Mila is a believer of the soulmates theory - everyone has their own way of meeting theirs. Mila thinks yours will be through food.

You wake up in the middle of the night, craving an extra cheesy pizza. This has been happening too often lately. Craving very specific things, in the most inappropriate of times.

Your best friend Mila believes in soulmates. A lot of people do. And she keeps saying its because your soulmate must be having some very interesting food out there. Hence the craving. You hardly believed any of it. If this was actually true, why didn't this craving thing happen before? Why now all of a sudden?

Mila had a theory for that too. It's because these things get stronger and stronger and unbearably so, when they're really close and your first glimpse of them is just around the corner.

But, what does it have anything to do with love?!, you thought. Well, here you are, craving hotdogs and crab and rice cakes in class or late at night.

One night, things got so difficult, you were literally in tears.

'But I need to have a wrap right now! Like RIGHT NOW!!' You wail.

'This is fucking insane. If I ever find that guy of yours,  I'm going to fucking murder him!' Mila cried. 'It's fucking 2:30 am, Y/N.'

'Please!' you begged. 'I'll owe you. Please.'

'Fine fine!' Mila sighed, searching what place was open at this ungodly hour.

She found a little shop that was open and quickly grabbed her car keys. Throwing on jackets above your pyjamas, you set off to find this restaurant.

'I never knew of this place before.' Mila said,  pulling in at the parking lot.

You didn't care. You just wanted to eat. You were at the counter and saw the menu held way too many wraps. You hadn't eaten any of them before and you were nervous seeing all the options.

'So?' Mila asked. 'What's it gonna be?'

You bite your lip, feeling totally stupid. You had no idea what you wanted, but it felt like your body would shut down if you didn't eat that fucking wrap.

'I don't know!' You wail, looking around.

'What the hell do you mean, you don't know?!' Mila asked with narrowed eyes, giving you a sharp glare.

Your eyes fell on two men sitting at a table near the window. The third man, with a wrap in hand stood beside them, chewing away. He seemed to be enjoying his meal, his tongue peeping out to pick up the extra sauce from his bottom lip.

'That.' You said looking at him.

'What?' Mila asked, eyeing them. 'Y/N?'

Your feet were already taking you to him, with a helpless Mila in tow.

'Hi.' You said with an embarrassed smile.

The blond haired man looked at you with his mouth full of food. He swallowed quickly and said, 'Sorry, hi?'

'May I ask, what are you eating?' You asked, hoping you didn't look as crazy as you felt.

You felt Mila's right grip on your arm. You were usually a very socially awkward person and would never talk to people unless it was absolutely necessary. And so, you didn't know why this was happening.

The man gave you the name, and you almost dashed to the counter to order your food. Mila (and the guy) watched in amusement as you took a bite and let out the most satisfied moan.

'Wow. That was some craving.' Mila said, sipping her drink. 'I think it's him. Either that or you're magically pregnant and didn't even know.'

'What?' You asked through a mouthful. 'Who?'

'Don't you see? We never knew of this place! Yet we came! And you had to eat what HE was having! It all fits!'

You stared at Mila, dumbfound. You turned to the boys slowly, looking at the particular guy. He was tall and lean, with the most playful smile you've ever seen. His beautiful honey skin was sprinkled with just the right amount of freckles.

As if he sensed your eyes on him, he looked at you and smiled. Shooting him a nervous smile, you turned back, chewing frantically. Mila can't be right!

'You stop it with your soulmate thing, OK? It doesn't exist!' You scold Mila, who just scoffed at you.

'Whatever, Y/N, but I KNOW it's Wrap-Boy.' she said with a giggle.

They left before you did, and the freckled man gave you a quick wink on his way out. You hated to even think Mila's concept was real, but he set your heart racing. You wouldn't mind if he was indeed your soulmate. He was gorgeous. You turned back to your food once they left,  the fact that you may never see him again sinking in.

'How about these ones?' You said, pointing at a tray of pretty powder pink macarons.

'They look so good!' Mila said, asking for two of them to taste. You were in and out of bakeries the whole day, tasting macarons. Mila wanted the perfect ones for her sisters baby shower. You ended up trying so many flavours from so many bakeries, you thought you would throw up with another bite.

You sigh as Mila tested one. Her face went through an array of expressions as she chewed. You glanced around the bakery, taking in all the other yummy treats as the door to the bakery opened making the little bell above the door jingle. Turning around to look casually, you freeze. No way.

The person walking in was wearing a simple light blue shirt and jeans, his long blond hair in a bun. Looking as good as he did that night, only brighter, literally glowing in the daylight. If anything was different, it would be the look of distress on his face.

Mila noticed your sudden change, and followed your line of vision and said, 'Wrap-Boy!'

He went straight to the counter and said, 'I would like some macarons please.'

You stood staring, your body feeling hot and cold all at the same time.

'Macarons!!' Mila squealed in delight. 'I told you!'

You felt your cheeks heat up as the few customers in the shop stared at you and Mila. More than anything,  he was staring at you.

'Why, Mila.' You whispered, wilting with embarrassment. 'Why?'

He made his way towards you, and said, 'You're -'

'Yeah, hi.' That was all you could manage to say. You both look at each other, a blushing stuttering mess.

His eyes bore into yours as he tried to study your face. There was a warm familiarity that you weren't able to ignore.

'What macaron is that?' he asked, eyeing the paper plate in your hand.

'Would you like to try?' You asked, giving him your untouched plate.

Eyes still on yours, he munched on the goodie a smile spreading on his face.

'This is amazing' he said, his deep voice setting your heart on fire.

Mila looked so happy, she could've cried. She placed an order for the exact same macarons and said, 'Can I ask you something. Just for research purposes.'

'Mila.' You said in a warning tone.

'Did you have an unbearable craving for macarons?' Mila asked innocently, ignoring you completely.

'Mila, come on!' You said, shaking your head. She could be weird with you, ok. But not with this achingly handsome stranger!

'I did!' said Wrap-Boy with wide eyes. 'How did you know?!'

'Oh, just a hunch.' Mila said, smugly. Then she passed on a small box of macroons to him.

'Oh no, you don't have to. I'm good, Thanks.' he said, shaking his head, cheeks turning pink.

'Please, you'll need them today.' Mila said and you feel your whole body blaze with heat.

He gave you both a questioning look.

'Will it be really weird if I invite you to my sister's baby shower? Like, it's also her birthday, so technically, it's a birthday party, with a surprise baby shower. Would it be weird? Will you come?' Mila asked, like it's the most normal thing to do.

'Um.' he looked absolutely lost. 'I mean, we don't even know each other. So, won't that be weird?' He asked, eyes moving from you to Mila, back to you.

'Mila, darling, what the hell are you doing?' You ask, giving him an apologetic look. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Oh no, please, there's nothing to be-' Mila cut him off quickly saying, 'We can solve that problem. I'm Mila. This is Y/N. You are?'

'I'm Felix.' He said. 'I'm sorry, is there something going on here? Or do you always invite strangers to your parties?'

'My dear Felix, I'm trying to test a theory, here.' Mila started. 'Gimmie a chance yeah?'

Felix laughed. A beautiful deep laugh you didn't expect. He was an angel with the voice of a demon. Your eyes land on his pretty plump lips, oh, he was so so pretty! You didn't know if you were simply biased at this point.

'And since we are no longer strangers, you will have to come to my party. You can be Y/N's date.'

He looks at you, no longer protesting.

'Is that ok?' He asked.

Every time your eyes meet, you're a little bit more fond of his little freckles and that kind smile.

'Yeah, ok.' You said and Mila is so happy, like as if you said yes to marrying him.

'But for Y/N's sake, I hope you're not a serial killer or a -' Mila gave him a sheepish smile.

'Me? Oh no. No, I'm not.' He laughed.

'So what are you?' Mila asked.

'I'm a musician. I have a little band and things back in Seoul.' He said smiling.

'Oh wow. Really? You're a celebrity?!' Mila squeaked.

He just looked embarrassed now.

'Oh no, nothing like that.' He said, blushing. And the look on Mila's face made him ask, 'You're gonna Google me, aren't you?'

'Am I that obvious?' Mila asked with a laugh.

Felix laughed too, and you were lost in that beautiful sound.

You meet Felix near Mila's sister's house and go in together. Mila's sister was just like Mila, welcoming Felix to the party like she had known for years now. You just smile, knowing that Felix just made two best friends for life.

You were on the quieter side, hanging back, watching everyone and mostly being part of a conversation only when you didn't have to initiate it. Felix caught on immediately and then, he didn't leave your side at all. You were embarassed and you tried to tell him that it was alright, but he wouldn't have it.

'I'm your date. Can't leave you. You know?' He said with a shrug.

You had a permanent blush on your face, trying not to show how much his presence had you worked up. After a while, he asked, 'So, are you gonna tell me what I'm doing here?'

'What?' You asked, you heart thumping away.

'Darling, I know something is going on. That day at the restaurant? Then the bakery? There is something. Isn't there?'

'Felix, Mila can be silly sometimes-' You try to dismiss it, but Felix just raised an eyebrow, giving you a look. 'I'm sorry you had to come. And I'm sorry if you're bored. You can leave whenever you want.'

'Y/N, I'm not bored. At all. I like talking to you. Besides, I wouldn't have come if I really didn't want to. I just know that you two are up to something. And it has something to do with me.' Felix said and you felt guilty.

Mila came by to your rescue just then, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

'Come on, we're gonna cut the cake now.' Mila said, taking your hand and Felix's, and leading you into the crowd. You did your best to not be left alone with Felix again. By the end of the day, when Felix was ready to leave, you were sad again. What if this was really the last time you saw him?

Felix found himself unable to look away from you. He thought you were so pretty, and he loved how shy you were. And he didn't want to leave you. He would have to go back to Seoul in a couple of weeks and he didn't know when he could come back next. So he mustered all his courage and asked you for your number.

You froze for a moment before nodding yes and holding out your hand. He placed his phone in your hand with a grin and watched as you save your number in his phone. He gave you a ring so you could save his number as well and then you went your separate ways.

'Heyy, I got the pictures from the party!' Mila announced, walking into your room. 'I'll send them to you. Please share them with Felix yeah? He said he wanted them.'

You look through the pictures and smile as you come across a few of you and Felix. He looked so cute in pink. And your pictures together looked so good. You sent him some and he texted back almost immediately.

Felix: These are great!

Felix: Thanks for sending them, Y/N

Y/N: No problem😊

Y/N: How are you, Felix?

Felix: I'm good, thanks. You?

Y/N: I'm good too

Y/N: Are you still here? Or back home?

Felix: I have a week left before I leave

You really wished that you had the courage to tell him how much you liked him. True that you didn't know him at all, but isn't love strange?

Felix: Y/N?

You look down at your phone, realizing that you had left him on read.

Y/N: Sorry, something came up

Felix: Busy I see

Y/N: Not really

Y/N: Just hungry I guess

Felix: You know what, I'm hungry too

Felix: Let's go get some dinner. If that's ok?

You stare at your phone before screaming. Mila had the fright of her life, and came running into your room. You push your phone to her and she screams in excitement.

'Say yes. SAY YES!' She said, eyes glowing.

Y/N: Sure. Let's do it.

Felix: Great! I'll come pick you up. We'll decide something on the way.

Y/N: Ok

Felix: See you in an hour?

Y/N: Sounds good👍

You were way too nervous. Mila helped you get ready and Felix was at your doorstep with a bouquet of pink tulips.

'Hello beautiful.' He said sweetly, making you combust on the spot.

'Hello Felix.' You said with a smile, accepting the flowers and inviting him in. You walk into the kitchen to find a vase to place the flowers in. When you come out, you find Mila and Felix in a conversation. Felix was frowning a bit, but seeing you, he smiled again.

'Take care of my Y/N, got it? I'm just lending her to you for a few hours.' Mila said, squeezing you in a hug. 'You have a good time, ok?'

'Yes, ma'am.' Felix said with a grin and you both leave.

'So, what are we having?' Felix asked. 'Any favorites?'

You weren't in the mood for anything fancy so you decide on a pasta place that you have been wanting to try for a while. You both order a few different things and share. Felix was so sweet and caring, it didn't feel like you had just met.

He had even called his bandmates and introduced you to them all, and they were so excited to talk to you. It warmed your heart so much that thinking about him leaving in just another week made your heart sink.

'So, if you leave, when do you get to visit again?' You asked, trying not to sound too heartbroken.

'I try to come whenever I get the time. We usually don't get long vacations. Just a week or two every now and then.' Felix said.

Your heart breaks when he drops you home, tells you how much fun he had and he will miss you when he has to go back. Your voice shakes when you tell him that you'll miss him too. He lingers for a moment,then places a quick peck on your cheek before walking away.

You are sad and frustrated and everything else in between for the next two days. And then you are craving again. Such intense cravings at that. This made you angry. You are sobbing in your room when Mila finds you. Wiping your tears with the sleeve of your top, you look at her.

'I'm fine. Ok? Just fine.' You said, standing up. Quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and a jacket, you decide to go out.

'Where are you going Y/N?' Mila asked.

'Out.' You said. 'I think I'll fall dead if I don't eat some brownies right fucking now.'

'Brownies?' Mila asked.

You just hum in response and grab your purse to head out. You were pulling on your shoes when you heard the doorbell. You open the door and see Felix smiling at you. This would probably be the most pleasant sight you've ever laid your eyes upon.

'Felix, hi.' You said, stepping aside to let him in. His smile falters when he sees your teary eyes.

'Y/N, we're you crying? Are you ok?' He asked, stepping closer to you, his worry evident on his face.

'I'm ok, I'm sorry. I am not -' you stuttered, eyes filling up again. 'Why don't you sit and talk to Mila. I will be back in a minute, ok?'

'Where are you going?' He asked, looking around for Mila.

'I have this crazy craving for brownies. I've been craving them since the morning. I NEED some. I can't explain this, ok. I'll just be quick.' You said, but quickly fell silent as Felix held out a box to you.

'You were craving brownies?' He said in a small voice, like he was finding it difficult to believe. His eyes drifted past you to Mila and back to you.

'What's this?' You ask and he opens the box for you.

You're silent again, staring at the brownies he got you.

'I've been making them with my sisters all morning.' He said. 'I wanted to bring some for you earlier, but -'

He watched as you took the box from him.

'You made these?' You asked, tears blurring your vision.

'Yeah, I did.' He said and he looks nervous as you take a bite. Then you are crying. Felix makes a bold move and puts his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as you cried.

'Tell me this is real. I'll believe you.' You cry. 'I've been feeling like an idiot, craving things I've never even tried before. And then you're here and I don't know what's happening.'

'Baby, please don't cry.' Felix said, rocking you gently in his arms. 'I want to believe it's true, too. I didn't when Mila told me. But it's a little too much of a coincidence, yeah? And I really don't care if it's true or not, 'coz I know I like you. I want to give us a try.'

'You're leaving. What happens then?' You asked, tears streaming down your tired face.

'Sweetheart, we can figure it out. Ok?' Felix said softly. 'I promise we will. Can you please stop crying now?'

You wipe your tears away, and take a good look at him.

'Y/N. I'm sorry. I feel like this is all my fault.' Mila said sadly. 'I feel so stupid! I never really stopped believing in my grandma's stories. I-I'm sorry if I confused you.'

'No. No, don't.' You say, hugging your friend. 'I'm not mad at you ok? I just want to know if it's real.'

The restaurant was so pretty, lit with a golden glow of the yellow lights and it was so peaceful. You sat with Felix on one side and Mila on the other. You couldn't keep the smile off your face as Felix held your hand in his under the table. It felt so childish, but also so so romantic.

Mila was ranting on about something, but no one was actually listening. You and Felix just shared timid glances and smiled so much. His fingers intertwined with your, his thumb rubbing at your skin gently. You loved it.

And then all of a sudden, Mila yelled. You watch as she holds up her hand and a little red mark begins to spread on the smooth skin of her wrist.

'What the hell?!' Felix said, looking at the mark that had magically appeared on her hand.

'Is that a rash? Are you feeling ok?' You asked, examining the mark.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened, and a tall man stepped out. He was wearing a black apron and was holding his right hand up.

'Soobin! I burnt my hand! Where's the first aid box?' The man called out, and the three of you stare at the red burn mark on his wrist. The exact replica of Mila's mark.

Mila puts her hand over her mouth, staring at the man. You look at Felix, before covering your mouth with both hands.

'It's true?! It's actually true?!' You cry out.

'What?!' Mila squeals, before standing up and hugging you over the table.

The man in the apron is now staring at you all, and you sit down, blushing.

'Is he my soulmate?! Am I gonna get injured every time HE does?!' Mila whisper screams.

'What?!' Felix joins in.

'Oh my god! You get the food and I get the pain?! So unfair!' Mila wailed, making you roll your eyes.

'You should be thankful that you have a soulmate with your level of psycho.' You said and Mila swats you across the table with her napkin.

'Calm down ladies, he's coming over.' Felix informed you and both of you sit back.

'Sorry about that. Are you guys ready to order yet?' He asked, bringing out a little tablet from his pocket.

Mila and you are studying the man closely as Felix placed your orders. He steps back after Felix hands the menu over.

'I want to ask him his name!' Mila said. 'I mean, I should right?'

'Why didn't you just ask him? You didn't mind ambushing me at all.' Felix said.

'Hey, you're not my soulmate. But he's potentially mine.' Mila said. 'I have to be careful.'

Just then, the guy was back and he seemed a bit embarrassed, but he asked, 'Aren't you Felix? I'm sorry, I had to ask.'

'Yeah, I am. Hi.' Felix said, blushing, but standing up and shaking hands with the guy.

'Oh wow! I'm Yeonjun. I've heard your music-'

'Yeonjun!' You mouthed to Mila who was absolutely, lost in him.

A few months later:

You wait, nervous and excited all at the same time. Even though you spoke every single day he was away, the thought of having him in front of you was overwhelming.

'I am so nervous, Mila, I can't even breathe.' You complain.

'Don't worry, that look on his face says he's not planning to let you breathe anyway.' Mila laughs before getting off the car. You watch as Yeonjun, who was leaning against the car waves and hugs Felix before taking his backpack from him. Felix then hugs Mila before getting into the car.

You freeze as you watch him get his mask off and then yours away. Then pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. Months of not being able to touch you or kiss you had him craving you.

'I missed you so much.' He mumbled against your lips.

'I missed you too, baby.' You said, kissing him again.

When you were both satisfied for the moment, Yeonjun and Mila joins you in the car.

'So, what next?'

'Let's go to that wrap place.' Felix suggested. 'You haven't been there, have you Yeonjun?'

'Nope' said Yeonjun, starting the car.

And that's where you went. Where it all started.

[luvoverdose]

INVISBLE STRING PT 2

pairing: stranger!matt x reader

summary : in which you and Matt had met as kids on a vacation, but lived too far away from each other. But some string pulled you together later on in life .

warnings : underage drinking

part 1.

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⤑ summer 2022

“I’m so happy you agreed to come to this party with me, I can’t deal with these fake influencers alone.” Isabel laughed while straightening my hair.

“You know I’d never miss a chance to go to a party. Plus who knows maybe I’ll find a mega hottie.” I replied causing us both to giggle.

I applied lipgloss before shoving it into my bag and going to pick out an outfit.

“What happened to that guy in your comments, matt isn’t it? He might be there tonight.” She gave me a knowing look while strapping her heels.

“Wait really?” My head whipped over into her direction.

“I think he and his brothers were invited, maybe you two will hit it off.”

“Don’t be crazy belly, he’s like famous now.”

Ultimately I decided on a black lacy mini shirt, and black tube top paired with black heels.

“So how do I look.” I asked belly shoving my belongings in my bag.

“Holy shit you look hot.” I giggled and pulled out my phone.

“Ok our ubers like here so we should go.”

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We’d arrived at the party about an hour ago and drinks were already flowing, music was blaring and chatter filled everyone’s ear.

“Bells I’ll be back I’m going to refill my drink.” I yelled to her over the music before making my way over to the drink station.

“Now what type of drink is that?” I heard someone say to my behind me.

“Acid in a cup-“ I giggled and turned around to face whoever was talking to me.

“Matt?!” My eyes practically popped out of my head when I saw the brunette boy infront of me.

“Hi Y/N.” His smile was as bright as I remember, blue eyes like glaciers, the only thing that changed was his now brunette hair was blonde.

“You look..wow. Like respectfully really hot.” My mouth spoke before my mind, but that happens every time i’m intoxicated.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He smirked down at me.

He looked around before setting on me again.

“Wanna go outside, there’s a fire and it’s way less stuffy.” He finished with a laugh.

The rest of the night I had spent my time with Matt. There was never a moment where we weren’t by each other’s sides.

“So you really don’t drink?” I questioned taking a swig of water.

“18 almost 19 years sober.” He winked at me.

“Y/N I really need to go home.” bells exclaimed grabbing my arm.

“Oh um ok, sorry matt I have to go.”

I gave him a saddening look before I was pulled away by my friend.

“Wait!” I felt a hand on now my other wrist causing me to stop.

“Can I get your number before you disappear for another 15 years.” Matt quickly pulled out his phone.

I bit back a smile while nodding, typing my number into his phone.

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⤑ summer 2023

“Happy one year Matty!” I exclaimed entering his room a big smile placed on my face.

“How are you so energetic in the morning.” He groaned and pulled me down to lay with him.

“Matt it’s 11:30.” I giggled and brushed stray hairs out of his face.

He sighed while just staring at me.

“What’s are your mind?” I questioned running my fingers through his hair.

“I think I’m ready..” My eyebrows furrowed,

“For the day? Matt i’m a little con-

“No, no. I’m ready to announce us. I know it took a long time but I think no I know I’m-

I cut him off my placing my lips on his gently.

“I love you Matt.”

“I love you my girl.”

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matthewsturniolo happy 1 year to my first kiss, the girl that’s my other half, she’s the funniest, most caring and gorgeous girl. thankful for that invisible string that brought us back together,

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ok so this is the last part, i wasn’t even gonna make a pt 2 but after all the requests i decided too

thank you all so much for the support on invisible string, i never expected any of it. i didn’t even think it was that good so all the support really meant a lot

i hope you guys like this

[veemunson86]

Meet your daughter

He's baaccckkkkkkk for pt 4!!

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*Eddie's pov*

I gasp as my eyes shot open, my body aching.  The memory of what happened ran through my head, but it was all alittle fuzzy. I remembered y/n holding me and crying.. I remember her telling me about the baby, wait! The baby!

I got up as fast I could and looked around. Where was everyone ?? It felt as of I just closed my eyes for a minute, but everyone was gone now. I need to get out of here.

*y/ns pov*

It's now been a year and a half. The our beautiful baby girl was now about 9 months old and she was perfect. She didn't fussy a whole lot, and loved babbling. And she looked just like Eddie, she has his eyes, and his frizzy hair.

It's been a Rollercoaster. The first few days with her were crazy. I barely slept, but Steve and Dustin came over every few hours to help with her The best they could. They come over just about every day, and Amelia adored them both, especially Dustin. She couldn't speak yet, but she definitely made lots of noise, and loved being outside and around animals. She was very gentle. She was perfect.

There wasn't anything we had planned for the day, so as it was a beautiful day, I was gonna take her to the park. That was until I saw him.

I took Amelia a bath last night so I wasn't going to bathe her again just for her to get dirty at the park. I got her changed I to a new diaper, and a cute outfit Mrs wheeler bought for her, which was cute white and yellow dress with a diaper cover.



I put her frizzy hair into 2 little pigtails which were small and stuck straight up, and I put 2 little matching bows on each pigtail.

She sat still as I did so, every so often looking around. I carried her down to the kitchen, while I made myself a cup of coffee in my little Mason jar with a lid and straw, that was about the perfect serving to get the morning going. I knew she would be getting fussy when she got hungry so I pre made her a bottle, as well as a few teething snacks she grew to love. A big smile grew on my face as she babled "ready to go beautiful?" I kissed her chubby little cheek. Little did I know in about 30 seconds my whole life was change change.

I got her strapped in her stroller so we could walk to the park, and I grabbed my Mason jar with the coffee, and I walked to the door. As soon as I opened I saw Dustin and Steve about to knock, both out of breath and looking like they had seen a ghost. Maybe because they had.

"Wow you guys okay?  You look like you just saw a ghost" I said with a slight giggle.

"Y/n you're not gonna believe this, take a breath. We don't know how how, but he's here, said he got our through the watergate." I felt my heart race "w-who got out where through the Watergate?..." it couldn't be..

My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat. I dropped the coffee cup, glass shattering, and coffee going everywhere as I saw him. Eddie. My Eddie. How was this possible?

*Eddie's pov*

I saw the glass shatter, and my heart broke as I saw the baby girl in the stroller next to y/n. I slowly made my way over ." Y/n.. baby i- I don't know how I'm here. But I am. I woke up in that place a few hours ago. I went around trying to find my way out. I- I tried finding you at your parents house, but someone else lives there now. So I found Dustin, and he told me you lived here.."

Her eyes were glossy with tears, and I couldn't tell if she looked happy or sad, but I could tell she was shocked. "It all felt so quick. Like I closed my eyes for a minute and then I was all alone. I could breath fine, my wounds are healed.. I don't know what happened .. please say something .."

*y/ns pov*

I heard everything he was saying, and I heard his voice soften at the end of what he was saying. "I-.." I paused before just running Into his arms, hugging him with everything I had in me. Tears ran down My face as I felt his arms wrapped around me. "I - I thought I lost you for good." I sobbed softly.

I felt him kiss My head softly and say" I'm here baby.. I'm here now. And I promise I'm not going anywhere. " he rubbed my back. For him this must have been so weird, not knowing. "I uhm.. was just about to go to the park with Amelia, wait Amelia! Yeah we had a girl.." I said happily with tears streaming down my cheeks.

He teared up and looked over to the stroller" oh wow.. a baby girl.. I'm a dad.. and you're a mom.."

He said in a bit of disbelief.  "Henderson told me it's been a year and a half.. so she's already 9 months..." I nodded "she is. She's so big. Come on let's see her."

Amelia was sitting in her stroller clapping and babbling as Dustin made funny faces at her. "She loves dustin.." I said smiling softly. "Amelia, babygirl I have someone very very special for you to meet." I said taking her out of the stroller, picking her up.

I saw Eddie tear up at the sight of her and my heart felt so happy in the moment. "Oh wow.. she's beautiful. She looks just like you." He said through some tears.  He quickly wiped them away, and picked her up.

*Eddie's pov*

Wow. My daughter. Hard to believe just a few hours ago, I was just a regular  guy. And now I'm a dad. She was beautiful, just like y/n. " hi there... I'm your daddy.." I said bouncing her a bit "you are so beautiful." I said kissing her cheek softly. I chuckled softly as she squealed and grabbed a bit of my hair, pulling it in different directions. Y/n giggled softly and pulled her little hands away. "Careful babygirl. " y/n told her. This was My life now. A perfect t girlfriend.  A perfect daughter.  This is something I never imagined would be my life.

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[baldeslut]

HEYYY HOW ARE YOUU!?!?? I will give you a requestt Can you do where the reader[his Gf] and Alejandro are doing matching outfits a week long and these posting it on sociales media or sum Maybe secret and fans go crazy about it finding it cute adorable ect. TAKE YOURE TIME BÉBÉ AND FINALLY SOME ONE WHO WRITES BALDE LUVV YOUU WITH MY ♥️♥️

HIIII im good thank u for asking😙 here u go!!

Matching

Warnings: none :)

It's nearing your 6 month anniversary dating Alejandro and he wanted to bring you out for the whole week until you guys' anniversary on Thursday

"Amor, I have some new clothes for you. Come try them on"

He dumps out whole bunch of clothing that almost looked the same. There was A LOT of it, knowing that your boyfriend was spoiling you with his money. You widened your eyes as you looked back up to him.

"Ale! This is too much for me!" You giggled as you ran your hands along the pile of clothes

"No amor! It for the both of us missy. For the whole week" Alejandro smiled as he picked up a shirt and a pair of jeans from the pile. "This will look so good on you bebe" He held the shirt infront of your torso as you chuckled at the huge smile on his face. He paired up all the clothes and put his to the side, you found a cute blue top that Alejandro knew you'd love.

"Can I try it on amor? I love this top as much as i love you" Alejandro blushed as he nodded

"Try all of them on amor, you look stunning"

You gave Alejandro a fashion show for about 30 minutes, you can tell he really enjoyed it. He hummed as you finished on the last set of clothes as he said a breathy ‘wow’. He walked closer as he tightly hugged you, your face engraved in his neck as he kissed your forehead.

“Lets rest up bebé, we will be out a lot tomorrow. I dont want you to be tired.” He frowned as he went to the washroom to change into his pjs to sleep. You changed into your pjs too as you flopped into bed with him.

“I love you bebé, rest well. I love you” Alejandro says as his breath hitched against the back of your neck.

“I will sleep well as long as im in your arms, I love you too Ale”

He spooned you as both of you guys dozed off to sleep.

You woke up to him waiting in the living room all ready, you thought you were late so you ran back to the room to quickly get ready.

“Amorrr, don’t be in a rush I’ll wait for you” he says giggling at you. You find the matching clothes hanging on the chair as you fix your hair, brush your teeth etc. “I’ll take a pic before we leave” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you, posing in the mirror. He posted it to his story with the text ‘mi amor🫶🏾💕’ and soon enough his phone was blowing up with notifications. You both were wearing a black hoodie with khaki cargo pants and air force 1s. His hand squeezed onto yours as you walled down the street going to the ice rink because he knew you loved to skate.

“But you don’t know how do skate bebé!?” I exclaimed as he pointed to the ice rink.

“Hmm maybe you will teach me then!” He giggles as you pouted. You both walk inside to find a pair of skates. He hands you his phone to take a pic of him falling down and laughing.

You post it on his story without him knowing with the caption ‘😭’

After an hour you guys went back to you guy’s place to rest up. Alejandro whispered into your ear reminding that both of your anniversaries are tomorrow. You nodded at his remark as his face was washed with pure excitement. You picked up your phone to set an alarm, you needed to get ready early, maybe even before Alejandro wakes up.

The alarm has woken you up as you drop out of bed, still tired you splash your face with cold water to wake yourself up. Alejandro would usually wake up 30 minutes later, at 8:00. You had your makeup and skincare done as well as your hair. You picked out a short black dress that would contrast along with Alejandro’s black button up and jeans.

He woke up seeing you on your phone, laying down on the couch as you smiled at him. He immediately blushed as he said

“Well someone is excited today, but i think im missing something. hmm?”

You rushed to your feet as you showered him in kisses all over his face. His skin felt blazing hot as your face brushed against his after you pulled away from his face. On his face was a huge smile as his eyes illuminated from the light.

He got back from his room, all ready and dressed as he asked me

“How do i look bebé?”

“I think you look so handsome, always”

He ran up to you as his arms wrapped around you. You held his hand as you got out of the house and celebrated your anniversary.

He posted a picture of him holding holding flowers on his insta captioned

“THE LOML🫶🏾🤞🏾💕💕”

The notifs blew up on the both of your phones as the day started to set.

@alejandrobalde.fanpage: OMGGG

@y/nxbalde: what a gentleman🥹

@fp_balde: so cuteee

@edibalde_: hermanitooo😏😏

@ansufati: lil bro is growing up🙏🏾

The both of you sat at a nearby shore as the soothing sounds of the waved and both of your laughs collided.

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A/N it took me a while to write this cz im hashtag unmotivated😒 hoped u enjoy reading<3

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

40: You Know You're Better than This

Content Warnings for this Chapter:

- Internal debate regarding Morality - Internal debate about killing anything

Again, it’s not super jarring in my opinion, but it might be for some readers. Please proceed with caution.

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You’re back in the Swap brother’s residence, standing around the living room like a bunch of losers. You have your hands up, cupping the fragment and presenting it to the group.

But none of them can see it.

“Dang, that’s crazy.”

Sans deadpans at your tone.

“Anyway, are you guys okay, though?” You frown in concern, “I mean, it’s not making you agitated or making your magic go fucky-wucky?”

“I PERSONALLY FEEL FINE.” S-Sans shrugs.

“yeah, same here. i dunno, maybe it’s because it’s in your hands now?” S-Papyrus suggests. “that stupid doll always has the worst intentions, maybe that energy kinda is what fucked with it.”

Bro is basically saying Temmie’s vibes were off, and now you’re giving the fragment good vibes.

“Hmm…” You eye the fragment, “That could be it…”

Amplified it.

“Or maybe the fragment was always like that, but Temmie amplified it ten-fold,” You add on, “And now that it’s in better hands, it calmed down? It IS still a soul, after all.”

S-Papyrus looks at you, impressed, “yeah, that could be it! you’re pretty smart, i wouldn’t rule it out.”

Wow, S-Papyrus giving you praise more openly? Actually it looks like all of their moods have improved significantly. The effect of collecting it seems instantaneous. You’re glad you did it as soon as you did.

“i should put it away for now,” Sans holds a hand out, “don’t want it out in the open and you constantly worrying about it.”

You don’t feel a resistance to the idea, you would imagine there’d be the Voices™ telling you so, so you allow it. Sans waits until he feels the weight of it in his hand. He tries to look at it from different angles, maybe in a different light he’ll be able to see it.

No dice.

He snaps it away, leaving it in the void with the Gaster Blaster.

You remember seeing it.

You will suppress that memory. 💙✨💫💅

“Well…! That was certainly a fucked up adventure, huh?” You stretch your hands above your head, “I wanna shower really bad.”

“YEAH…”

“yeah…”

“same here…”

“…”

“…Dibs!”

They all groan in displeasure. Ha-ha! Fuck yeah! You pump your win at your success. After the fucking day you had, you had better get the first call to the shower.

Your duffel bag is still by the couch, so you quickly get some clothes to change into and hurry to the washroom upstairs. You know there are extra towels in their cabinet based on your previous sneaking around last night.

Should you be a bitch and take a long, full shower? Or will you be a pal and take a quick shower?

…You’ll decide once you get in there.

──

They didn’t mean to have the conversation without you, but they were not going to just wait possibly 30-40 minutes for you to get out of the shower.

They might be on better terms with each other now, but still not enough to sit with each other in silence.

Sans is holding up the mini-dj to them, “it’s fine now, but it needs to recharge for about a day. after that, it’ll be enough to take [y/n] and i back to our au.”

“WHY DOES IT NEED SO LONG? YOU BARELY USED IT.”

“you think this thing runs on infinite power?” Sans answers his counterpart, “it was using a lot of its stored-up magic energy to locate the fragment in the first place. it can regenerate its own magic, but it’s gonna need time to make the full jump back to a whole other universe.”

S-Papyrus smiles, “sounds good. it’ll be nice to hang out, anyway. i guess you’re pretty chill.”

“of course i’m chill. i’ve been outside for the last two hours.” Sans winks.

“hah, that’s true, isn’t it? no wonder you’re such a cool dude.”

“awe, don’t sell yourself short. that’s usually reserved for me.”

“i guess being nice to myself isn’t such a tall order.”

“for sure. for one, you’re such a humerus guy!”

“UGH, GREAT! NOW THERE’S TWO OF THEM!” S-Sans throws his hands up in defeat, marching towards the front door, “I CANNOT STAND FOR THIS!”

S-Papyrus snickers behind his hand, “no worries, bro. wanna take a seat instead?”

“THAT WAS TERRIBLE.” S-Sans opens the door, “I AM GOING TO FIND THE HUMAN CHILD TO TELL THEM WE ARE ALL OKAY. IF THEY ARE NOT BUSY, I MIGHT RETURN WITH THEM.”

S-Papyrus waves him goodbye, but S-Sans doesn’t look back to see. The younger one doesn’t seem to mind it though. 

“you know,” Sans tells S-Papyrus as soon as the door closes, “the kid might not be happy with us getting rid of that weed–eh, the uh, the doll thing.”

S-Papyrus shrugs his shoulders and says, “maybe. but maybe they’ll understand. if not, it’s not like i’ll remember any of this if they make a reset. this isn’t the first time i cause that thing a couple of resets anyway.”

Sans widens his eyes, his smile threatening to fall off.

“…what? what do you mean? you don’t… you don’t remember them?”

S-Papyrus understands instantly, “hey…”

Sans shakes his head, laughing humorlessly, “no. don’t. ugh… man, of course, i got the short end of the stick across the multiverse.”

“can’t be that bad. i mean, you got yourself a girlfriend. one who can actually stick with you during all this sci-fi crap.”

Yeah, a girlfriend that Sans nearly lost because of his own inadequacies. He never would’ve brought you along if he knew your life would be in danger in any way. Maybe next time he should just go alone…

Sans blushes, looking down, “yeah, guess so. you might get yourself a partner too, you know.”

This time, it’s S-Papyrus’ turn to blush and roll his eyes. “yeah, right. how did that happen, anyway? you and the human?”

“dunno. [y/n] told me as much as she could. she just fell in one day when on a hike with her friend.”

“and the friend wasn’t there with her?”

“apparently not. she said that he–that elliot and her had missed each other when going up the mountain.” Sans keeps the explanation short, “in our au, we don’t have that doll, we have a damn flower. she said that it dragged her down by force.”

“huh…” S-Papyrus frowns, “you know that’s weird, right?”

“uh, yeah. very much.”

“the doll, temmie, it never did anything like that before. not that i remember or have been told about it, at least. there must be a reason…”

Sans shifts his weight to the other foot, debating something in his head for a moment. He comes to a conclusion rather quickly, luckily. It wouldn’t hurt to discuss this with someone who shares a similar position as him. Maybe Sans can be given a different perspective on things or insight on matters he hasn’t considered before.

“our human–their name is frisk–they haven’t been to the underground in months. i kept track, it’s been over six damn months–no, actually that’s before [y/n] showed up. it’s been close to eleven months by now.”

S-Papyrus looks shocked, as he should fucking be after hearing that shit. It’s not like S-Papyrus can remember the past Resets, but he knows there’s been a lot based on the expression on Chara’s face when he “first meets them.” He can’t imagine what it must be like for someone who can actually remember. Someone so paranoid about when the day could Reset, and it will all be gone.

Sans seems like a decent skeleton, S-Papyrus would hate for him to suffer more than he needs to.

“would it be messed up if i hope the kid human never comes back in your timeline?” S-Papyrus offers.

Sans finds his smile to turn more genuine and grateful. “no, not at all.”

“you think…” S-Papyrus hesitates. “if–when chara stops coming by, that’s when my version of [y/n] will show up?”

“maybe it will be elliot instead,” Sans jokes, “after all, everything is swapped in this universe.”

S-Papyrus doesn’t say it out loud, won’t say it out loud, but he isn’t sure how to feel about that. He’s sure Elliot will be great and all, but… S-Papyrus has already gotten the pleasure of knowing you, not Elliot.

Sans winces minutely, waving a dismissive hand, “but who’s to say, right?”

The taller skeleton snorts, “oh, what? so only you get the girl in the end?”

“ha-ha! hey man, i’m lucky she even wants a piece of this. i ain’t about to risk it for shit.”

Not anymore, anyway.

Swap-Papyrus almost sounds jealous as he smiles: “good for you, man. i’m… i’m glad you have that.”

The taller skeleton mentions something of water, walking away towards the kitchen for just that.

Sans knows S-Papyrus meant it genuinely, but it does have him thinking.

Sans is fortunate to have you, isn’t he? He says it all the time, over and over, but Sans hasn’t fully wrapped his skull around the magnitude of that. Of just how fucking lucky he is that you, of all people–beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, kind, wonderful you–want him in any way.

He is seeing it now first-hand, that not every Au is going to have a wonderful you. And if they are, they will never be the true, original version of you that Sans gets to have.

All. For. Himself.

Sans was just complaining earlier, but honestly? He has to be the luckiest version of himself in the entire multiverse just for having you.

But that’s what makes this all the more scary for him. You could’ve died today were it not for the fact that things just happened to work out for you. If he knew…

You would probably find some way to convince him though, right? And honestly… He needed you to find that fragment. Sans and the others couldn’t even see it! You knew so much about it too, things Sans needs to know but he doesn’t for some reason.

In a purely logical stance, you need to be with Sans for these endeavors.

Sans doesn’t like the idea at all, though. He might be a skeleton of science, but he’s not above admitting that seeing you get hurt scared the fucking life out of him.

──

You are squeaky clean and out of the shower after 20 minutes! You’re chilling on the couch while S-Papyrus sits across from you on the floor. Since you’ll be staying the night again, he didn’t want to dirty the couch by sitting on it. Sans had shortcut to the washroom right after you since he couldn’t stand his damp clothes.

The lanky monster told you what Sans told him and his brother about your departure, how it would be sometime tomorrow when the mini-dj is recharged. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed at that, but you keep that to yourself.

However, now that times are simpler, S-Papyrus is taking the time to explain how the mini-dj most likely worked. He’s not the builder of it himself, so he could only come to some guesses and possible explanations. But what he failed to realize is that you’re dumb as shit when it comes to this topic, so you couldn’t refute him for anything that could be wrong.

Because you couldn’t fucking tell otherwise.

The door opens and someone runs in, but you are more focused on the monster sitting with you and what he was saying. Though whoever ran in, jumps on the back of the couch right next to you.

Chara smiles widely at you, their hair an absolute mess and their clothes ruffled and dirty. They wave at you, and only then do you notice they’re not holding their notebook.

“Hey, little man!” You greet them with the energy they’re giving you, “Wow, you had an adventure when we were gone?”

They nod eagerly, kicking their legs in the air. As S-Sans starts talking, Chara grabs your hand and puts it on their head, making you give them head rubs.

Eugh, you can feel dirt and snow in their hair. Looks like everyone needs a bath today. You power through it since you can just wash your hands in a bit.

“THE HUMAN AND ASRIEL WERE PLAYING WITH THE OTHER KIDS IN THE AREA.” S-Sans closes the door, Chara’s notebook in his hands, “I THINK THEY WERE PLAYING A KICKBALL GAME THAT HAD NO RULES OR REASONING.”

“Ahh, a free-for-all kickball game,” You nod understandingly, “You guys had a lot of fun though?”

Chara nods again, reluctantly pulling away so they can hop off the couch. They hold their hands out for their notebook, giving a nod of thanks to S-Sans. They lean the book against the back of the couch to write before showing it to you (and S-Papyrus).

*How did your guy’s adventure go? Did you find the thing you needed to go home?

“Sure did, kiddo. It was a piece of cake.”

“speaking of cake,” S-Papyrus pipes in, “wanna stay over for tonight and bake one?”

Chara widens their eyes.

*Yes, please! But what’s the occasion?

You tell them: “Since we found what we needed, my Sans and I will be leaving sometime tomorrow.”

*Oh… ok. So soon?

“Ah, well…” You look around for help, but S-Sans and S-Papyris look at you with expectant amusement. “I mean, I did take ten days off work and it’s barely been two. But, I don’t know. I can’t make that decision without Sans, so I’ll talk to him about it later, alright?”

*Ok!

By the time Sans gets out of the shower, you and the others are watching TV together, lounging lazily on the couch. Everyone is so dirty, that they got banned to the floor. Even when Chara tried pulling some puppy eyes on you, you’re a stone-cold enough bitch to say no.

You’re not paying attention to the show at all, you think it’s some NTT show or other. The rectangle robot with a blue cap on screen is having a rap battle, absolutely wrecking the small monster girl opponent.

…It reminds you of DustTrust Phase 3, Slaughter in the Spotlight. You can’t explain why.

What’s the worse one to end up in: DustTrust, or the Sans Hates Women Au?

God, how fucking terrible would it be if you ended up in the Sans Hates Women Au? Should you tell Sans about that Au just to see how he reacts? Probably not.

S-Papyrus jumps up to his feet when Sans makes it downstairs. “dibs on the next shower!”

His brother groans, but since he is too slow to call dibs, he must stay on the floor and continue waiting. Everyone knows the international dibs protocol, so it’s good that he’s respecting the rules. Eager to be clean, S-Papyrus just shortcuts to, presumably, his room then the washroom.

Chara frowns and scribbles in their notebook.

*I did notice that Sans and Papyrus are pretty dirty just now. And if the other Sans was in the shower too… Did something happen?

If Chara is asking, then that means S-Sans didn’t tell them about your run-in with Temmie. That might be for the best. You’re not sure if you want to be around for that conversation. From the subtle look S-Sans is giving you too, you think you’re right.

You sit up properly on the couch, “I told you we found the missing piece, but not how or where. It was deep in downtown Snowdin forest. Like, really deep. It was really hard to dig it out.”

That’s lying by omission, but you’re not technically wrong. You don’t feel bad for lying this time, but also you do because you’re keeping the state of Temmie a secret-

Sans sits right next to you, his side flushed against yours. His arm drapes behind you on the couch rest, hand landing on your shoulder so casually. Sans is dressed the same as before, just missing his trademark jacket.

He smiles at you, and you smile back.

The sound of Chara writing in their book brings your attention back to them.

*Oh, ok I understand! By the way other Sans…

Sans raises a bone-brow, “me? what is it, kid?”

*Do you really have to leave so soon? [Y/n] told me that you 2 have technically 10 DAYS of vacation!

Sans looks at you slowly, “uhh… [y/n] and i can talk about that later.”

“Yes,” You glare playfully at the child, “That’s exactly what I told them already.”

Chara smiles nervously and whistles while looking away. However, they don’t know how to whistle so they’re just accidentally blowing small spit bubbles.

S-Sans stands to his feet, stretching his arms upward and popping his back audibly. “I JUST REMEMBERED I MUST REPORT BACK TO ALPHYS. I SHOULD DO SO BEFORE IT GETS ANY LATER.”

“Report back? Did you go see her this morning?” You ask.

“INDEED, I DID. IT WAS NECESSARY SO I COULD CANCEL OUR EARLY TRAINING. THOUGH NOW THAT I AM NO LONGER BUSY, I SHOULD TELL HER AS SUCH.”

“boooo,” Sans gives the other a thumbs down, “just stay in for today, it’s lazy sunday.”

“IT’S TUESDAY.”

“i said what i said.”

What? No, both of these two are fucking idiots, it’s fucking Thursday.

You called off work on Wednesday, arrived in UnderSwap the same day, and spent one night. It’s now midday–it should be Thursday.

Unless these are the effects of time travel alongside dimensional jumping? If so, keeping track of time is going to get very challenging.

You should create a handbook/calendar to keep track of days whenever you and Sans embark on these adventures.

You clear your throat, “If you do, you should probably wait until after you can shower. She’ll definitely be able to recognize you got into a… you know.”

“AH.” S-Sans snaps his fingers, “YOU ARE CORRECT. IN THE MEANTIME THEN, LET’S FINISH THIS SHOW!!”

The skeleton sits his boney ass back down next to Chara. He puts his hands behind himself to lean back, watching the screen with those starry eyes of his.

You grab the folded blanket and spread it out over you and Sans, snuggling closer to him because you’re a cheesy bastard. You bring your legs up on the couch and slouch a bunch, getting into that comfortable gay posture. Sans lowers the arm that was behind you so that it’s properly around your shoulders.

Finally, you take a look at the screen.

NTT, Napstaton, is posing dramatically behind a DJ mixer set.

…

S-Sans looks enthralled.

Good for him, honestly.

You’re not paying attention to the screen at all, mostly fiddling with Sans’ hands under the covers (No, that is NOT a euphemism for something else. You’re not that much of a degenerate, there are kids around!). You doubt Sans is paying attention either, probably sleeping with his eyes open because he’s a fucking pro like that.

Poke, poke.

You look down at Chara who has crawled to the side of the couch. They hold up their notebook.

*Remember earlier, you asked me if it was easier if we… signed?

“Ah, right.” You introduce yourself in ASL as an example. “Sign Language.”

*Can you teach me some of that?

Ughhh, you kind of don’t want toooo! You wanna be lazy and just do nothingggg!

“Sure,” You sigh with a passive smile, “I don’t see why not.”

You unfortunately must untangle yourself from your boy-toy to do this. S-Sans turns around with curiosity, watching quietly to watch this unfold.

You bundle up your baby boy Sans tucking him in so he’s just a bundle of blankets and a head on the couch. His eyes can barely peak over the top.

So cute.

He looks so cozy.

You sit more properly on the couch, “Alright, first things first. Wanna learn the alphabet?”

Chara nods eagerly as S-Sans turns fully around.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?” He asks.

“Gonna teach them Sign Language. It’s another form of communication so they don’t have to keep writing so much.”

“CAN I LEARN AS WELL SO I MAY SPEAK WITH THE HUMAN?”

You smile, “Yeah, of course. I’m sure Chara would appreciate that too, right?”

The child agrees with excitement, practically bouncing in place at the prospect. S-Sans settles next to the little human, sitting back on his legs with his hands ready on his lap.

You spend the next 10 minutes with them going through the letters of the English alphabet. You went through it all once, then went back to slowly go over with them again. Unsurprisingly, “m, n,” “p, q,” and “t” are the ones you need to go back on the most.

They get it down faster than you thought they would, but you suppose you underestimated them. Papyrus (and thus, S-Sans) always proves to be smarter than anyone gives him credit for, and you think with all the Resets, the child must’ve aged mentally, too.

“That’s pretty good so far, I’m impressed, guys!” You clap your hands together, “I’m not a pro at teaching someone sign language, so I’m not really sure where to start first… To keep things simple, how about I show you how to introduce yourself?”

“what’re you guys up to?”

Woah, you didn’t even hear S-Papyrus come down. He must’ve shortcut down here in that case. He’s wearing the same shit as last time, just cleaner.

You wonder what it’d be like to not have personal body odor so you can wear the same shit every fucking day. You know they have the same copy of their shirts and pants and whatever, but still.

“[Y/N] IS TEACHING US HOW TO USE SIGN LANGUAGE!” S-Sans beams up at his brother, “WE JUST FINISHED LEARNING THE ALPHABET.”

“oh? pretty cool,” He points his thumb over his shoulder, “it’s your turn to shower, bro.”

S-Sans groans in reluctance. He was bitching when S-Papyrus got in the shower before him, and now he’s bitching that he has to step away from the lesson to shower. He is a little too relatable.

“[Y/N], WILL YOU CONTINUE TO TEACH ME ONCE I FINISH?”

MANNN! You really did not mean for this to turn into an actual lesson thing!

“Of course,” You tell him anyway because you lack the balls when it comes to small matters like these.

Pleased, the shorter monster is more willing to drag himself up to get himself clean. Lucky for him, he showers with his battle body, so it’s a 2-for-1 deal!

“After Sans is finished, you need to wash up too-” You look at the clock. Damn, it’s not as late as you thought. “-and get ready for a late lunch. It’s almost 5 pm.”

Chara does a full eye roll with their head but agrees nonetheless. This is a perfect teaching moment. You scooch over to Sans to let S-Papyrus sit on the couch.

“Hey, hold your dominant hand up like this,” You hold up your fist, “then move it up and down like this, like how you would nod your head yes.”

Chara follows your instructions. In your peripheral vision, so does S-Papyrus.

“That’s how you say yes.” You smile teasingly, “So, I’ll say this again. After Sans is finished, you need to wash up as well, okay?”

Chara giggles silently as they frantically say “yes” in sign.

“seems easy enough,” S-Papyrus sits up straighter, “mind if i join you guys?”

“Not at all, the more, the merrier. As a matter of fact,” You turn your head to your bone boy, “You wanna join us, too?”

The cozy skeleton pulls his hand out from the covers, showing you random letters from the alphabet. Actually, they’re not random at all, are they?

You need to think about the letters he’s putting together to spell it out in your head.

You deadpan when you finally realize-

“been paying attention all along.”

────

It has been… really tiring today.

With what went on with Temmie, then entertaining Chara for the rest of the night since they wanted to spend time with you. That was fine and everything, but you’re allowed to want to relax and not deal with kids.

Baking was a fucking disaster, too. S-Papyrus had to buy something from Muffet’s instead because of the fucking monstrosity that came crawling out of the fucking oven-

…

You don’t want to think about it anymore.

Anyway, it’s bedtime for all of you fucks. Chara is sleeping over, so they’re bunking with S-Sans and his big race car bed.

You wonder what it must be like to cruise while you snooze…

Readying the couch, you remember something you meant to mention before.

“Oh, Sans. I forgot to tell you something.”

Sans is sitting on the floor again, writing in his journal. He looks up to give you his full attention, left eye glowing that beautiful cyan and yellow.

You grin, “Gaster says hi, and congrats on the relationship.”

Sans groans and lightly thumps his forehead on his open journal.

“y’know, i have very fuzzy memories of the guy, so i can’t say if that’s new of him or not,” Sans straightens up with a light blush, “but if it turns out that he is the type of dad to embarrass his own spawn on purpose, i don’t know what i’m gonna do.”

You laugh with him, keeping as quiet as you can since the others are already asleep or are trying to.

“by the way,” Sans hums, “when we were searchin’ for the fragment, how did you know how to find it? actually, you knew a lot of things that i didn’t…”

You scrunch your nose, “Let me tell you when we finally get back to our Au?”

“hm? sure, i can wait.”

“Thank you.”

You and Sans fall into a comfortable silence after that, not needing to fill the silence to enjoy each other’s company.

You sit on the couch with the blanket over your legs, writing in your own notebook. It’s been a while since you had the time to just sit and write. You still enjoy writing down all the things you’ve learned about monsters and the Underground and all the magic.

Like right now, you’re writing down the things Gaster has been sharing with you. More accurately, his explanation of the Core and what it does. You just think it’s neat.

You might not understand the science about it, but that doesn’t make it less fascinating for you. Sans might know about this stuff too, but maybe he’ll like reading it over later anyway.

You close the notebook and set it on the floor by the couch, making sure it won’t be in the way when you get up. As that is happening, Sans either has gotten bored with writing or maybe he wants to accompany you on the couch. Either way, he snaps his journal away and gets up slowly. Sans moves to the couch, raising the covers to get under next to you.

Blinking, his glowing eye goes back to normal, leaving you both in semi-darkness. As dark as it could be when the outside world is still bright outside due to no Day-Night cycle.

“lemme ask you something,” Sans starts quietly, keeping in mind the other residents in the house.

You hum for him to continue. Sans shifts your arm so that he can hook his arm with yours, interlocking his hand with yours. Luckily the ghost pain has faded now, so you’re able to comfortably do so.

“the thing the kid said earlier–did you really want to stay longer?”

“Uhm… I don’t really know…” You say that, but then immediately remember Gaster’s desire for Sans to make connections with more people. “I mean, it would be really fun, I think. You know, like a nice break. We don’t even have to do anything here if you don’t want to.”

The corner of his already smiling lips (lips?) quirks up more, “this is gonna sound funny, but it does feel safer for you to be here. the flower back in our au is still alive, but the fl–the doll in this one is gone. there isn’t really a threat against you here.”

You smile, “Not true. This Au’s Undyne is Alphys, and the Sans here is just as close to her as Papyrus was with Undyne.”

“yeah… maybe we shouldn’t stay here then.”

Oh, God. It’s time to pull this card. You really didn’t want to since you feel so entitled, but you have your own separate mission to complete.

“But I want to.” You state firmly.

Sans searches your face for anything, a small discrepancy that he can exploit to find any excuse at all to refuse you.

He can’t seem to bring himself to do it anyway.

Sans lets out a deep sigh, “maybe we can stay a few more days, then. does that work?”

“Yes, thank you! And really, there isn’t a need to stay here longer than we really have to, so it’s a good compromise, right?”

You can’t help but feel bad for Papyrus, too. Sure, he expressed his disinterest in this stuff, but you still love the guy and want him to be included. Also, you can’t simply drag these things out just because Gaster wants you to. You have responsibilities now in that Au.

Now that he’s holding your hand, he brings it above the covers and looks at your palm.

“are you really okay?” Sans asks quietly.

“There was some ghost pain earlier, but my back and hands healed just fine.”

You think so, anyway. Every time you look down, you’re expecting your hands to be bleeding and torn and horrific to boot. You almost want to see and feel the pain that came with your experience today, but there isn’t anything.

It’s kind of fucking with your head…

“no, no. i…” He thinks about how he wants to navigate this, “i saw that look on your face. when i finally caught up to you and you were holding down the doll. you hated it. but… you also liked it. hurting that doll-freak, i mean.”

…Yeah…

“it also said that you have a lot of LOVE, and,” Sans runs the back of his head with his other hand, “it’s not my business, i know that, so i won’t ask. and you know i’m not gonna try looking for myself.”

He wants to look so bad, you bet. You bet that it’s killing him inside, knowing that you have a high enough LV to get Temmie going fucking feral for you. He probably wants to pull you into a battle just to check your stats.

Sans is not going to do that or push you about it because he knows who you are, and he respects you, and respects your autonomy.

But you bet it’s fucking killing him inside.

You shift so your body is facing him properly. “What about you, Sans?”

You’re deflecting, Sans knows that. Were this conversation happening even just a few days ago, he would’ve deflected right back. However, in recent events, recent conversations, and self-reflections since upon arriving to this Au, Sans realized something else on top of everything.

Sometimes, you’re going to be the one who reaches out to him. Sometimes, you’re going to be the one who initiates actions or conversations. Sometimes, you’re going to back off when you realize you’ve gone too far. Sometimes, you’ll do everything you can to make sure to accommodate Sans in any way.

And sometimes, Sans is going to have to be the one who does the same for you.

You’re deflecting right now, and normally, Sans would defect right back.

This is one of those times where Sans has to be the one to carry on even when he doesn’t want to. Because he is so certain you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“i’ve been through a lot of hurt, and i’ve been through enough to be able to hurt others.” Sans moves as well to face you, never letting go of your hand. “after doing something like what i did to that doll? i know i can sleep comfortably at night.”

Your face scrunches up, looking down at your lap.

No, Sans didn’t kill Temmie. For the sake of not fucking up too much, he left that honor to S-Papyrus. Since Temmie is just a doll with no Soul, and this is a Pacifist timeline, it didn’t have any ExP either. Sans isn’t going to tell you that though, the part where it was actually the other skeleton who finished the job.

Sans tilts his head, “but you’re not like that. just because you have the capacity to hurt, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it, not really. not in the way other people enjoy hurting other people.”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I was trying not to think about it too much, if I’m honest,” You mumble, “I think if it came down to it, if I really needed to, I think I could’ve finished Temmie off myself. But… I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. Maybe in the past, I…”

“you what?”

Ohhh, God. You’re really doing this.

This isn’t a part of your past you like to talk about with anyone. You can’t keep it a complete secret, but you don’t think now is the time to get too deep into it either.

Still, Sans deserves an explanation, a reason behind your thoughts and feelings on the matter. Besides, he has to find out sooner or later.

“When I was younger, yeah. I fought all the time. I don’t consider myself a fighter, but that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to it,” You start measuring your hand with Sans’ trying to keep your hands busy. “Now that I’m older, after what I’ve been through, I don’t enjoy it at all. Maybe it also has to do with the fact that Chara reminded me of something that I don���t have.”

“and that is?”

“The ability to Save and Reset,” You laugh humorlessly.

Sans tenses up.

“If something happens to me, there is no do-overs for me. I can’t do what they do. And with Temmie… putting myself in their shoes is too easy. Knowing that if my life ends, there is a way to bring me back, but I am not the one who gets to decide if that happens. That power is in someone else’s hands,” You shake your head, “I know it’s silly, and maybe even wrong of me. But I felt bad for them. I felt scared for them.”

You sit in silence with him for a short time. Sans is thinking over what you just dropped on him. Hints of your violent past, your confirmation that there is a little more to you (though he already suspected as such).

And an even bigger reminder that Sans cannot be careless or slack off at all when it comes to you. Frisk is not here, and your Determination is not stronger than theirs because you cannot Save or Reset.

If Flowey gets you, if Undyne gets you–Fuck! If Asgore ever learns about you (he thinks he already does) and decides to do something about it…

Caring for someone is so tough. Caring for a human is tough.

“you’re so sweet for caring at all. even after what happened, you’re able to feel that deeply for someone like that.” He murmurs.

You think about Kōrenki. You think about the night you nearly beat someone to death with your bare hands. Were it not for Kōrenki pulling you away before it was too late, that person would’ve died because of you.

You think about the words Kōrenki told you that changed your perspective for good.

The words that were the starting point of putting you on a better path of life, and changed you to who you are not.

“Life is precious,” You whisper weakly, “If you take it, do not take it lightly.”

Sans thinks those words over carefully, having a strong understanding that those words mean something to you. He understands that and is taking more time to really think them over.

He… No, he can’t say he never thought of it that way. More accurately, he stopped thinking that way after all this time.

After all these years, he’s forgotten. He is the Judge who has turned himself into the Executioner. Not that he has ever killed for no reason, but he has gotten too comfortable with having to be the one to do it.

Sans saw it in Swap-Papyrus too when they killed Temmie. That ability to hurt others, without it hurting yourself.

To think that Sans was worried of how violent and dangerous you could be when he first heard about you. But in the end, he’s the heartless one between you two, and you are the fragile one.

He will not coddle you, but Sans will protect you.

Sans tugs your hand hard enough for you to fall against his side. You do nothing to move away, welcoming the affection. He maneuvers you so that your head rests on his shoulder, using magic passively so that it’s a comfortable rest for you.

Sans kisses your temple, his magic tingling you as he speaks against your skin.

“you’re good, [y/n]. you are so good. i pro–i swear to you now, that i’ll make sure you are never in a position where you feel like you have to go that far,” He removes his hand from yours to hug your shoulders, “what happened today, let me be the one to take care of it. now, and in the future, i’ll take care of it for you. trust in me. i can handle it.”

Inexplicably, your eyes start to water. Your soul is so heavy with mixed emotions–good and bad. Sans’ reassurance, Sans’ promise declaration to you, his touch and affections, you never expected it and it’s so much.

Yet, it’s so good.

You’re crying because of multiple reasons, silently but not alone.

“I don’t ever want either of us to be in that position. I’m not naive enough to believe that Mercy is the only way to solve every problem, but I want to believe that maybe it can be anyway.”

Sans kisses your temple again, “i know. i’m sorry today went the way it did.”

“‘S not your fault.”

“i know.”

You lean closer to him, sniffling, “Let’s go to sleep now, Sans. I’m so exhausted.”

“same here. i can nap all night.”

You smile, “I think that's called… sleeping.”

Your smile, as small or fleeting as it may be at the moment, is such a reward.

Sans snorts, nuzzling his cheek on yours, “tomato, to-ma-to.”

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Dec. 13th: Comfort in His Voice

Day 13: Laundry Day/Just Can’t Sleep

Guys, I’ve made it to Day THIRTEEN!! of @comp-lady’s Domestic December writing challenge!

Warnings: Maybe Swearing, *Slight* Allusions to Smut (This is an 18+ blog, minors dni)  Word Counts: 0.8k+ Words Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

The relationship with Steve, though new, felt natural in a way that brought us both comfort. So much so that sleeping over felt like second nature. It was not often that we found ourselves in separate beds. And even though I still lived at my parent’s house, we ended up splitting the nights pretty equally between our houses. Even though Steve was concerted at first he began to realize that my parents understood that we were both adults and we stayed respectful of their boundaries. Physical intimacy was always something I thought you found within sex. I realized though, the physical intimacy that I craved the most was feeling the weight of his body pressed against mine, no sex on the horizon, just comfort from each other’s touch.

There was something so beautiful in recognizing that, while the sex was extraordinary, it was not the most important part of the relationship. It didn’t compare to knowing that your emotional needs were being met and that you were an equal in the relationship. 

I struggled with falling asleep on nights when we found ourselves at separate houses. I craved the comfort and feeling only Steve could provide when we shared a bed. Tonight, Steve was taking Robin and Eddie to a dive bar in the neighboring town, I decided to stay home because I had to work early the next day. But here it was, 1:30 in the morning with no sleep in my future. The bar had to have been closed or close to closing so I took my chances in calling Steve, hoping his voice would help me find comfort.

After six rings, I heard a voice on the other end, “Hello?”

“Stevie?”

“Baby,” He sighed out. “What’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered in the receiver. “Missed you too much. How was your night?”

“I missed you too, baby,” He echoed. “Robin went crazy, the alcohol she drank tonight must have given her a personality change because she suddenly had the most confidence known to woman-kind.”

“Really?” I questioned, giggling at his excitement. “What happened?”

“She had three shots and decided that she found the love of her life, she walked right up to this woman, and within a few minutes they were making out, in front of everyone!”

“No way that was Robin,” I argued. She was a comically shy person in public but with our group of friends she was exceptionally outgoing, I was so happy to hear about her willingness to believe in herself. 

“Oh yeah, so she left with her about an hour later and Eddie decided that he was going to sing karaoke but he was also three shots deep and it didn’t take long for them to kick him off the stage because he was hogging the mic,” Steve said, beginning to laugh at the memory he was sharing. “He took a few more sad shots and then I gathered him up and took him home.”

“Wow, that’s a quick night for you guys,” I continued whispering. “Did you have fun at least?”

“Oh yeah, I did,” Steve reassured me. “I would have had more fun with you there to make fun of Eddie with me.”

“You need to be nicer to him, be a better wingman,” I reprimanded. 

“I know,” Steve sighed into the receiver. “I’ll be better. How was your day today and night?”

“It was fine,” I started. “My boss was on my ass about the new product and its layout for the holidays. I have to finish the setup tomorrow. Dad grilled some hamburgers for dinner and we watched ‘Wheel of Fortune’ after dinner. Some real party animal shit.”

“I hope your day at work goes better today, honey,” Steve said. “If it makes you feel any better, I work the late shift today so I’ll have to do all the restocking and cold calls to remind people to pay their late fees.”

My face fell, I had completely forgotten that Steve was working late today. “It doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Will you do me a favor,” Steve whispered back to you even though he had no reason to be quiet. “Tomorrow, when you leave work, will you come to my place? Stay with me?”

“Yes, please,” I said, releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“I just sleep better when we are together,” Steve said, rambling. “You’ll be here for a few hours before I get here but all of your favorite snacks are in the pantry. If you’d rather stay at home, I get it and I could come to you. But if you’d rather have another night apart, I get that-.”

“Stevie,” I interrupted him. “I don’t want another night apart, I sleep better next to you too. In case you forgot, I couldn’t sleep tonight and I called you at almost two in the morning because I missed you so much. After work, I’ll head home to yours, I’ll even make you dinner for when you get home.”

“I love you,” Steve mumbled into the receiver. I could tell that sleep was starting to creep up on him. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too, handsome,” I echoed. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tonight though sleep came slowly, I found comfort in his words and that would be enough.

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Today is Orientation day!

I had a thought when I woke up at 2am this morning and couldn't go back to sleep that "wow! First morning I haven't cried either falling asleep or waking up." Only to immediately burst into tears over my plush shark Norman Polk being flat from using him as a pillow. My poor little guy. Doing the exact job I brought him for until I could find or buy a pillow. I think I'll solve that one with Amazon.

Either way I spent my morning playing Minecraft and Creatures of Sonaria on my laptop. Which I did find this song while doing that and I didn't know Colter Wall and The Dead South made songs together!

I did that until I got a message from a group chat I'm in of two new (hopefully) friends! One of which, we'll call her P since I have yet to ask if they would like their names on here, needed a train card. I also needed mine so we decided on meeting at 10:30 to walk down. The other girl B was just along for the ride :D

They did end up looking up an open cafe that we went to after getting our cards. Which let me just say, getting the train cards here is super easy! We went right to the station and loaded the cards with 2000 yen and it printed right out! It even had an option on the console to put the options in English which was kinda a life saver. Would have been fine with the translate on my phone but it's always nice with this kind of thing to be able to read.

It was also very nice finding out the train station is so close! Yesterday I passed the station in Hirakata main city (a 25min walk) and was not looking forward to that hill every time I wanted to go on the train.

(small note: I'm writing this in my room and pulled out a salad I bought only to realize I only have spoons (๑-﹏-๑) oh well finger salad time)

After getting our cards we went right down the road to this adorable cafe where P and B got ice cream coffees (hot and cold respectively) and I got a milk tea. Which while not coffee was defiantly a little caffeinated. Oops It was so cute in there and I only remembered to take a picture as we were going to pay (,,>﹏<,,)

As you can see we loved it. Super cheap too! My drink was 520 yen and the girls was 400 each! Apparently the lady pours the coffee strong too! So having paid and all being happily filled with yummy drinks and caffeinated for orientation we headed out. We got about 10 feet down the street when we heard shouting behind us. The lady from the cafe was running down the street to us with something in hand, only to run up to me and put a 100 yen coin in my hand and go "You left this on your seat!" It was such a crazy experience! After being knocked out of my shock of being ran up on to have a coin returned I thanked her profusely and turned back to my friends. To which we all kinda talked about "wow that- what-" for a lot of the walk to the general store. We joked about how back in the states someone would pick that up and go "Lucky me!" and thats just how it is! It was kinda surreal actually. Thank you Coffee shop lady, your drinks are amazing (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

We ended up going to the store once again and getting some detergent (it's the little things we usually have back home we always forget haha). I also got an umbrella just to be ready for when it does eventually rain. Which looking at this imma need it.

(this salad is not really a finger salad) With that we went our separate ways in the dorms to chill for an hour before orientation and the optional campus tour.

I'm writing this section before orientation so I'll probably add more. But I've been starting and ending my days thinking about how much I want to go home. I'm going to be honest, I've been sickly most of this trip already. My stomach is having a pretty bad flare up right now and the lack of schedule or much to do is bugging me and leaving it so my mind roams way too much. It's been nice to be already talking to some people and having something to work on after going out for the day (this blog) so hopefully this blog can help me adjust faster. One can hope. Cause it's been rough ¯_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯ Theres still part of me even when things are good and people are nice that wants nothing more than to return to my nice routine back home, a warm comfy bed, and cozy times with my pets. (I miss you Coconut, I need my weighted kitty with Netflix, and Ashe on my feet while I work.)

We'll see what happens.

Anyway! I headed down and was about to walk when P text and asked me to wait so we could go together. I’m chilling waiting on her when a group from my floor and their friends goes “Waiting on people? Come?”

I waited for my friend and she brought another guy with us. Which thinking about it he kinda disappeared when we entered the orientation hall? So hope he's alright ¯_(ツ)_/¯

We got through orientation and onto the optional tour! Which was by far the best option. Our guide was a student who had elected to stay another semester and she was a hoot! She brought us not only around campus and showed us what textbooks to get and all but also places around town that are on the way to campus that she frequents. Also a few study and hang out spots!

I will put this final note: I will not be posting anything from the trip over. I wrote it out this morning and spiraled hard. I want to, like my mother suggested, leave it behind me. I'll put here that it was by far the worst flight I have ever had and really just don't want to relive that in a post. Instead we'll have the neat stuff here! (still on about this salad btw, it's so hard to eat the lettuce (?) is small so I'm like fighting it and also eating with fingers. Determined to eat it though ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ makin my mama proud.) (I hope)

I will finally make some oatmeal tonight I think >:3 Been living of Lawson Sandwiches, while while good I need something else. That is unless a group wants to go somewhere tonight! We'll see. I'll ask around and see whats up. Feeling more awake today despite being up so long (might be the tea but who knows.)

Note: Made oatmeal. Was so hungry I had a Lawson sandwich and smoothie too TwT

Been a long time since I've accidentally gotten that hungry but met some really cool people in my tour group and we ended up hanging out past sunset. First day where I've been awake so long and also have seen sun rise and set.

I'm going to pass out after this smoothie.

-Mino

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Crossed Scripts-Drew Starkey

Chapter 9

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Cassie woke up with a jolt, her heart racing as she glanced at the clock. It was just past 9:30 AM, she had less than an hour to get ready for her coffee date with Drew. She'd spent the whole morning overthinking everything: What should she wear? How much effort was too much? What if she looked too dressed up or, worse, underdressed?

She stared into her closet, frustration building. Her mind was spinning with endless options, but nothing felt right. She needed to look casual, but still put together. It had to be effortless but not sloppy. Her palms started to sweat. She couldn't help it. This was...weird. Drew was just a guy she met during auditions, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she hadn't felt this nervous before a date in a long time.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her phone and shot Drew a quick text.

Cassie:

"Hey, what kind of outfit are you thinking? I'm freaking out over here trying to figure out what's casual enough but not like I just rolled out of bed 😂"

It only took a minute before his reply came through.

Drew:

"Haha, don't worry about it! Just casual, something comfortable. I'm sure whatever you wear will be perfect."

Cassie let out a sigh of relief. Drew's message was comforting and gave her the confidence to settle on a simple outfit: a white graphic tee and dark jeans. She was going for a relaxed vibe, not too much, just enough to feel herself. After throwing her hair into a messy bun and applying minimal makeup, she was ready to go.

She glanced in the mirror one last time. Her outfit wasn't groundbreaking, but it was exactly what she needed to feel confident without overthinking it. She grabbed her bag, feeling her nerves flutter in her chest but trying to push them down. It was just coffee, after all.

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Cassie walked into the café, looking around. It wasn't crowded, which was a relief. She spotted Drew almost immediately, he was standing near the counter, scanning the menu. He looked casual but put-together, his eyes lighting up when he noticed her.

"Hey!" he greeted, his voice warm and friendly.

"Hey!" Cassie replied, trying to hide her nervousness behind a smile. "We really are going for the same vibe, huh?" she said, glancing down at his outfit, he was wearing a white graphic tee and dark jeans, too.

Drew chuckled. "I guess great minds think alike," he said, offering her a grin. "Or maybe we both just don't like putting in too much effort."

Cassie laughed, her nerves easing. "Exactly," she said, feeling more comfortable now.

"So, what's your go to coffee order?" Drew asked, glancing at the menu again.

"Definitely a cappuccino," Cassie said, feeling the conversation flow easier now. "I like my coffee strong but not too crazy. You?"

"I'm a latte kind of guy," Drew answered, smiling. "No frills."

They both ordered their drinks and found a table near the window. As they sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly, from their favorite movies to funny audition stories. Cassie felt herself relax more with every passing minute, her anxiety about the date slowly melting away.

By the time they finished their coffee, Cassie felt good. It wasn't overly serious, just two people enjoying a conversation. It was refreshing.

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After their initial conversation and coffee, the minutes seemed to fly by. Drew and Cassie had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. They talked about everything, from acting struggles to childhood memories, the movies they loved, and even their favorite random hobbies. It felt natural, easy, and surprisingly fun.

Cassie couldn't believe how much time had passed. She glanced at her phone, and her jaw dropped. It was already nearing sunset, the light outside dimming as the day turned to evening.

"Wow," she said, looking out the café window. "I didn't realize we were here that long."

Drew followed her gaze, then looked back at her with a grin. "Time flies when you're having a good conversation, huh?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "Guess we should probably call it a day soon..."

But neither of them made a move to leave. There was something about the way the evening had unfolded that made both of them reluctant to part ways. Drew shifted in his seat, tapping his fingers against his coffee cup.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cassie shook her head. "No plans. Just...typical Tuesday night stuff. Probably just Netflix and some snacks."

Drew grinned. "Well, I'm not quite ready for this to end. What do you think about a movie marathon at my place? We could grab some drinks, order some junk food..."

Cassie felt a spark of excitement. "That sounds way better than Netflix and snacks alone," she agreed.

"Great," Drew said, standing up. "Let's go grab some liquor and make it a proper night. But first...you down for McDonald's? I'm craving fries."

Cassie chuckled. "I'm always down for fries."

They both walked out of the café, the evening air crisp around them. They slid into Drew's car and headed toward the nearest McDonald's. The drive through line was short, so they didn't have to wait long before they were ordering.

"Two large fries and two McChickens," Drew said casually when they reached the window, just as Cassie was about to say the same thing. She stared at him, surprised.

"Are we...are we that in sync now?" she asked with a laugh.

Drew grinned, handing her the bag of food. "I think so. Great minds, remember?"

They both laughed as Drew drove toward the liquor store. Cassie leaned back in her seat, feeling the relaxed energy between them. It was easy. So easy. She felt like she could stay with him forever, like everything in the world was just falling into place.

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After stopping for a couple of bottles of wine and some whiskey, they headed to Drew's apartment. It wasn't huge, but it had a cozy feel to it, one of those places that just felt like home the moment you walked in.

"So, what's the plan? What are we watching?" Drew asked as they set the drinks on the kitchen counter and cracked open the wine.

Cassie thought for a moment. "I've been meaning to finish Outer Banks. I started it, but never got around to the last few episodes."

Drew raised an eyebrow. "You haven't finished it? But it gets so good toward the end!" He gave her a mock gasp. "What kind of fan are you?"

Cassie laughed, feeling playful. "The kind who gets distracted by other shows...and life. What can I say?"

"You're lucky I'm not judging you...much," Drew teased. "Alright, we'll watch it. But I'm making you watch all the way through now. No stopping in the middle."

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Deal."

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They settled onto the couch with their snacks, fries, McChickens, and a glass of wine each. The familiar intro of Outer Banks played, and Cassie found herself completely drawn into the show once again. They talked between episodes, laughing and sipping on wine, but as the night wore on, the conversation grew quieter. The atmosphere between them was laid-back and warm, the comfort of the couch and the low hum of the TV filling the space between them.

The wine had kicked in, and before long, Cassie could feel the alcohol settling in, a pleasant buzz in her system. Drew was more relaxed than she had ever seen him, his usual playful energy taking on a softer edge.

At some point, they both got so caught up in the show that they didn't notice how late it was getting. As the final episode of the season came to a close, Cassie stretched, realizing just how much time had passed. She glanced at the clock, darkness was creeping in through the blinds.

"I can't believe we watched that much," she murmured, feeling a little fuzzy from the wine. "I didn't think I was gonna make it through the whole thing."

Drew laughed softly. "I knew you would. You can't resist Outer Banks for too long."

Cassie felt her eyelids grow heavy, the combination of the wine, the late hour, and the comfortable warmth of the apartment making her want to sink into the couch.

"I think I'm about to pass out," she said, her voice drowsy.

"Me too," Drew replied, glancing over at her. "I'll just...give you a minute."

But instead of getting up to leave, Drew shifted closer to her. Without thinking, Cassie let herself lean into him, and Drew wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

The heat of his body and the feel of his arm around her made her heart race in a way she hadn't expected. She didn't want to pull away. Not now, not after everything they'd shared that night.

"Are you staying?" Cassie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew's response was soft, his lips close to her ear. "I'm staying," he whispered back, pulling her closer until her head rested on his chest. His arms wrapped around her in a protective, familiar way, and they both relaxed into the couch, the TV now just background noise.

The last thing Cassie remembered before drifting off was Drew's steady breathing and the comfort of being in his arms, a sense of peace settling over her. They had spent the whole day together, and yet it felt like time had just begun to slow down. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the warmth between them.

As the movie credits played and they both finally fell asleep, the first light of dawn crept into the room, marking the end of their impromptu, perfect night together.

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cassie_yeager just shared a new story!

Replies:

username1: "Wait, is that Drew Starkey? 😱 How do you two know each other?!"

username2: "Hold up, you guys are hanging out?? This is the collab I never knew I needed 😂"

username3: "OMG, I'm literally jealous. I wish I was at that store. Can I trade places with you for a day, please?"

username4: "I cannot believe you're hanging out with Drew, what's going on?? 💀👀"

username5: "I'm just here to say, I need Drew to be MY new friend 😩"

username6: "Not me getting jealous over this. But, like, I get it...😩🔥"*

username7: "Cassie, you lucky girl. How did you pull that off? 😏"

username8: "Is this real life right now?! How did you two meet?? Spill the tea!!"

username9: "Girl, that's Drew from Outer Banks...I'm screaming!!! 😭🔥"

username10: "Okay, but like...is it just me or do you two have serious chemistry? 👀💘"

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Cassie laughed at the flurry of DMs she received, feeling a little bashful but also enjoying the attention. She couldn't help but smile, reading how shocked and excited her followers were. 

Then, she posted another story with a cheeky wink emoji, hinting that maybe things were just starting to get interesting.

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[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: A Great Gatsby moment

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Genres: Innocent!Reader, Troubled!Namjoon, Blossoming Relationship, Big Secret, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Humor.

Rating: 18+, Mature

Warnings: Drinking implied, Sexual dancing, Angst, Big reveal

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The Next Day

You start your shift just like any other day, Maddie coming in a few minutes after you.

"Wow! That's the earliest I've ever seen you come in," you say to her in a mocking tone.

"Ok, Miss Perfect, what about it? Can't I show up to work at a reasonable time," she responds over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

"No, props to you. It's just a little unexpected," you respond.

"Well, I'm trying to get my shit together. There's this guy I've been seeing who's extremely rich; he's like the CEO of some big corporation or something," she explains, proud of the man she bagged.

"Alright, I see you," you reply, impressed.

The shift goes by, as long and tedious as ever. The only thing getting you through is the excitement for when you finally get to leave. Gossiping with Maddie while you work is always fun, but when you do it every day for hours at a time, it only gets more boring.

"So you're going to this party tonight, right?" Maddie asks, expecting your usual weak excuse for why you can't attend.

"Yeah, Ben invited me," you reply casually.

"Hmmm," she responds, clearly wanting you to question her for more detail.

"Hmmm, what?"

"Nothing, I just think Ben likes you," she shrugs.

"No way, he's like a little brother to me," you respond quickly.

"Well, don't be surprised if he tries something," she says, side-eyeing you from where she stands.

"I promise you, he won't," you say with finality. You are convinced that Maddie is only spewing her usual craziness.

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Later That Day

You sit in your room contemplating what to wear. You flick through your closet, each article looking more boring than the last.

Ughhh, I don't want to dress too casually, but I don't want to seem like a slut.

You reach into the back of your closet and pull out the box of clothes that Maddie's given you, the ones you were sure would never see the light of day.

You grab a pink bandeau top and a tight black skirt, something not too revealing but undoubtedly the shortest skirt in your closet. It's not something you'd usually wear, but it's fitting for the occasion. You choose black heels to match and look at yourself in the mirror.

I don't know. No, this is too much. Let me just put on a longer top or something-

RING RING

Oh shit, he's here. Well, I can't change now- I'll just bring a jacket in case.

You grab a black leather jacket and run downstairs to be greeted by Ben in a white shirt, long pants, and... a black leather jacket.

This is so awkward. It totally looks like we're wearing a couple outfit or something.

"Ready to go?" Ben asks, noticing your accidental matching clothes, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Yup," you say with a small smile and walk out of your apartment with him.

It takes 30 minutes by Uber to get to the party, but once you arrive, you realize it was worth the long ride. It's a large white house with a sprawling staircase to a straight-up mansion. Once you arrive, you hear people yelling, "Party of the year."

You walk in with Ben and immediately feel like all eyes are on the two of you.

I didn't realize how famous Ben is with the ladies; it seems like everyone's staring at him.

"Wow, you have a whole entourage," you say, pointing with your eyes at all the girls staring.

"I don't think the guys over there are looking at me," Ben replies, nodding to your right.

I didn't even realize all the boys over there. I can see their eyes pinned to my body.

You hug your jacket a little closer subconsciously and avoid their stares as you continue to walk with Ben.

Once you got through the door, you walked into the main party room. The ceilings were extremely high, with a giant crystal chandelier directly in the center of the room. Ben and you dance for a while, drink some and dance some more. Eventually, you find Maddie, you are excited to see her, but she is doing lines in the bathroom with other girls. Yikes, not really my scene, you think to yourself as you creep out of the bathroom. You return to the main room to find Ben talking to a group of girls. You decide not to bother him and drink some more instead.

Suddenly the host of the house walks out onto the main balcony inside. It's like a Great Gatsby moment. He's tall with dark hair, standing beside this beautiful blonde girl. They're both dressed to the 10's.

Hmmm, he kind of looks like Namjoon. How weird.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Taehyung; this is my beautiful girlfriend, Tiffany. We have this party every year to meet people in the area, specifically some of the beautiful people we have here tonight, am I right?" Everyone claps and hollers. "However, last year, I came across this beautiful girl, who I can now proudly call my girlfriend. So let's raise a toast to meeting our soulmates tonight." Everyone cheers as he raises his glass with a smirk. "Speaking of, I would like to introduce my newly single brother Namjoon." Namjoon walks out awkwardly, seemingly forced in front of the crowd, from behind Taehyung. He glances around briefly, a bored expression on his face, and then turns back around. As he does so, he does a double take as he catches someone's eye- your eye. He starts to run downstairs towards you, but so many people are crowding around him now that he's having difficulty reaching you. The girls crowding around him begin to say, "Wow, he's so hot; no way he's single."

No fucking way. This HAS to be a joke. How dare he, after we just talked about becoming exclusive.

You fume angrily at the stunt, your face painted with a scowl.

Ben notices your change in mood, "Hey, you good?" he questions, looking down at you.

Instead of responding to Ben rationally, you grab his hand and bring him to the dance floor. Without thinking, you start to grind on him, knowing Namjoon must be watching. Ben looks at you in shock as you've never acted like this around him but traces your body with his eyes. He knows he won't have another chance to be this close to you while you're sober, so he puts his arms around you and pulls you into his hips.

Suddenly, a strong arm grabs you from Ben and the crowd before you can process it. The grip on your wrist is tight, and you can't break it off.

"When the hell do you think you're doing-" a voice starts angrily.

You turn slightly to meet his eyes. "Oh, Namjoon, having fun?" you reply sarcastically, annoyed that he interrupted you.

"Come with me," he says, his face like stone.

"I want to go back to dancing, back to Ben," you whine, starting to pull back to where Ben stands.

He tightens his grip. "Stop before I get angry," he looks at you irritatedly.

Ben watches furiously as Namjoon pulls you away from him. He drags you upstairs, people clearing the way after seeing the intensity of his glare. He pulls you into a bedroom far away from the party going on downstairs. It looks like his childhood room, with pictures of him and what looks like his brothers from when they were little, along with some other friends. He closes and locks the door behind him, finally letting go of the firm grip on your wrist.

"What do you want?" you snap at him.

He silently backs you into the wall, placing his hands on either side of you, trapping you between the wall and him.

"So you're single now, huh?" you question flatly.

"Right back at you," he sneers, staring into your eyes.

"I told you already," you start, getting close to his face as you speak. "Ben and I are just-"

Your sentence is cut short by Namjoon's lips on yours. He immediately dominates your mouth, pressing hard and rough. The kiss is all tongue and teeth. He kisses you like he's trying to reclaim his territory. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head against the wall. You want to push him off you but can't because he's too strong. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

Why can't I stop kissing him? He tastes so good; it's like a drug. What's wrong with me?

Namjoon then starts sliding you up the wall, lifting and tugging you into him until your legs are wrapped around his lower abdomen, hips flush to yours. He lets go of your arms, and you drape them over each shoulder, still making out with him passionately. His head twists from side to side, attempting to taste you from every angle. His tongue is rough against yours. His mouth is hot, and his plush lips encapsulate yours repeatedly. When his lips slot between yours, you take the upper hand and bite his lip hard. It's enough to inflict pain, but he barely flinches, only moaning at the dominance you presented to him. He snakes his hands behind your back, bringing your chest flush to his. He flattens his hands against your back to hold you steadier and brings your body, still wrapped around him, to the bed. He lays you down beneath him, mouths still attached and tongues tangling wildly. You take your hand from his back and trail it down his stomach, headed towards his waistband, fidgeting with his belt. The moment he feels the contact, he pulls himself off of you.

"Why do you do this to me?" he says, exasperated.

"Do what to you?" you ask, remarkably confused.

"You know we can't do it, not yet, I told you," he explains, running his hands through his hair.

"I know, it's just that I want you. I feel like I can't be without you," you plead with him.

The wetness in your underwear is suddenly an unwelcome intrusion.

"I want you inside of me—no one else, just you," you say, the desire lingering in your voice.

"You don't get it; we can't!" Namjoon yells.

Namjoon faces the wall and leans against it with his head in his hand. You wrap your arms around him, hugging his waist from behind.

"It's fine, just tell me, it can't be that bad. It's not like you've killed someone," you try and reason with him.

"I have," Namjoon says, wholly defeated.

You freeze. 

[nutzworth]

its 6/12! i HAVE to read homestuck! i didnt read ANY last month. oops

DAY 9: JUNE 12, 2024

STATS: read for 2 hours and 30 minutes pages read: 1903-2068. 165 pages. act 5!!!!!! page 2000! slur count: 13 + 0 = 13 silly count: 13 + 0 = 13 piss count: 2/3

THOUGHTS: ohhh my god. ok not much original thought here but by god did a lot happen

ok LOTS OF TROLLS. this time. but we will get into that later

johnkat is so funny. karkat just kind of sucks. i guess were getting into it now HES SO FUNNY! hes so mean. esp to his troll friends in act 5. he has no whimsy and no fun. he loves to lie. hes oppressed hes a MUTANT yet he wants to join the military. even though the military would KILL HIM for being who he is. ohhh my god. his clean ass room. his romcoms. he loves romcoms. he sucks at programming. he keysmashes in here WHATEVER. back to the kids

soooo much guardian lore... so much LORE. i love nanna and i love pa harley. and their upbringing THEYRE SO WEIRD.

(about pa harley) ADVENTURE!!!! oh my god. "She can handle it, he tells her. He believes in her." AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HOPE PLAYER! i love the hope aspect im gonna go crazy in act 6 when jake is there. but right now? this is FOOD. im EATING IT UP!

michael guy bowman is so john egbert voice. its canon that dave strider is a whiteboy and that michael guy bowman is literally john egbert and thats IT.

dave is being so rude and mean to terezi. for the girl that said to john "WOW. MAKING FUN OF A BLIND GIRL? FUCKED UP!!!!!" she sure does turn a blind eye (LOOOL) to dave being like "yeah me and this guy? all up best friends. you know why? we can both see. and were going to this see party and theres so much shit and paintings and its great. to look at. and FUCK YOU. for being BLIND." and terezis cackling about her wonderful D4V3 1S TH1S YOU? drawings. theyre funny

[S] DESCEND!!!!!!!!! oh my god. what a flash. this would make me crazy if i was an upd8 reader. JACK NOIR IS INSANE. HE JUST KILLS EVERYONE! the music is sooo good too. it matches so well. its SCARY.

speaking of jack noirs destruction: ok here's more about wv. this is probably so surface level but it drives me crazy i need to restate it ok wv is a regular ass farmer. hes normal. the WAR comes. hes like GOD THIS SUCKS! he starts a revolution. he unites both sides. hes radical hes powerful and by god is he AWESOME. he faces jack noir. him and his big ass army. jack noir KILLS ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE ALL DEAD! except wv. which hussie puts it in the recap "Jack then killed the entire rebellion army, sparing only WV?. Perhaps to leave a survivor to tell the story, or perhaps out of respect for a fellow mutineer. Only he knows." WHAT????? WHAT!???? OKAY and so wv is surrounded by his brethren. his friends. his army. ALL DEAD. and at the same time prospit falls to skaia. and out from it is johns dream self. and a PLUSHIE. OF JACK NOIR.

this is insane. its like humiliating. its awful. its like jack is laughing at wv's face. oh my god. anyway wv rips it apart and hes real for that. I LOVE YOU WV!!!!!!!!!!!

not to mention PM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let me just put some badass images in here. so you know

SHES SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!! shes pissed off shes SO pissed off. she kills hb and uses his walkie talkie to call over jack noir. shes standing on that hill with the blood of jack's coworker flowing in the adjacent creek holding both the crowns covered in blood. she gets the promised package and SHOVES it in johns arms and storms off. shes PISSED OFF!!!! RIGHTFULLY SO! OH MY GOD!

and then the PACKAGE.... obviously you KNOW im crazy about the jake english cameo. but also....

this made me crazy. i like almost cried. oh my god. shes JUST DEAD. ON THE FLOOR. JOHNS SITTING THERE READING THESE LETTERS AND JADE IS DEAD!!!! IN FRONT OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sob. oh my god. and he sheds One tear. and then jack comes to kill him

i loooove how homestuck goes panel-heavy sometimes... along with the short "a [...] is [...]. [...], [...]." which makes no sense in writing. let me give you some examples

i love it. it makes the reading more poetic and slow. its like, make your own opinions on the subject matter. its matter-of-fact. its simple. its SAD. its like this event is so disconnected from everything were going in third person to describe it. its curt and its AWESOME. I LOVE IT!!!! i think if skaia had dialogue or narration or anything this is what it would sound like. it would give you pictures and a short description, and it would say "go fetch".

ok recap. not much but hussie says "Back in the meteor lab, John began the ectobiology session which appeared to have been prepared for him in advance by the guardians who had just been there." which i think is so cute. the guardians prepared it FOR him.... homestuck is truly a story about kids and the things that control/lead them. guardians/skaia/fate/each other/first guardians(bec, doc scratch). even the story itself. so awesome

THEN ACT 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the silly name for alternia translates to "turd odor fuckball" which is funny. and karkats silly name translates to "nookstain bulgereek" which makes sense

whats REALLY interesting to me is karkats parallels with dave. even in these first few pages karkat is SO SIMILAR to him. both slice their teasing names in half and say that they dont have time. theyre "Kind of a big deal, ok?". they have a need to seem "cool". karkat narration has the line "This was not the coolest thing you could have done just now." which threw me for a loop: i never thought of karkat needing to seem Cool. but he does he wants to. hes a leader. he pretends to be a leader. he doesnt want to show to sollux that he thinks highly of him cus he needs to seem COOL. i love karkat

alternia is a planet full of tragedy. they need to sleep in sopor slime to assuage the nightmares of "blood and carnage". theyre surrounded by so much evil and destruction that they need DRUGS EVERY NIGHT to be normal. auuugh.

honestly i pity gamzee waaaay more than i pity karkat. karkat has it good for all i care in the beginning. hes just not sharing his blood color. GAMZEE THOUGH? everyone thinks hes annoying. you can tell hussie writes him as if he's a joke; its clear hussie hates gamzees character and wants you to hate him too. but i cant. hes a hippie and an addict and a black boy. and i feel SO BAD that hes written like that. he could have been great if he wasnt in this situation :-( im sorry gamzee

rip sollux you would have loved reddit

karkat at the end of the karkat/sollux convo kills me. "hey i know we just bantered about how much we hate each other and stuff, but are we still friends?" hes so cute. are we still friends. yeah... yeah. and sollux is like "you say this EVERY TIME. are you joking" and karkats like "Yeah. Yeah im joking haha. Sure am" the poor guy. just wants friends THEYRE JUST KIDS!!!!!! SOB!!

i love terezi. shes so ANNOYING. and i love her for it. shes just fooling around all the time. she wants to piss people off. "Ohhhh karkat youre sooooo handsome and heroic!" hahahahahaha. she does NOT care. "But all of your scalemates are alive to you. ... At least you pretend to believe that to annoy people." SHES SO FUNNY! she gives NO fucks. i love how shes drawn too

then karkat comes in all like HEY TEREZI. IM THE LEADER!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU! what an asshole. but terezi dont care. you know what she does? "lol ok." and then "yeah the leader goes on this badass and seriously cool heroic adventure and hes awesome. and me (the second in command) gets to sit down and do nothing and be bored and its no fun" and karkats like "YEAHHH!!!! IM THE HERO! WOOOO!" and then it cuts to the actual game and terezis been fooling around with her gamey god powers. hahahahahahaha so awesome

okay thats it. i love aradia i saw like 2 of her. maaaybe ill read more this summer :-) bye bye thanks!

[craby-bouquet]

Warm Winter Promptlist

We're back with a new Warm Winters!

I started this series in 2019 to fight winter blues with fluff! You can find the whole Warm Winters series here!

You can find the prompts under the cut. So...

Send me a Seventeen or BTS member and 1 or 2 prompts and I will write a short, fluffy story using your prompts and your man!!

Warm winters 2023-2024

1 "Take mine, I don't need it anyway."

2 "You're cold, aren't you?"

3  "There's… only one bed."

4 "Your love will keep me warm."

5 "Those lights are beautiful there."

6 "You bought me a present? I thought we weren't gonna do presents this year."

7 "no I won't be your fake partner to your office Christmas party, don't you remember what happened last time!?"

8 "Don't lie. You hate it."

9 ""You've been laying on my arm all night and I can't feel it."

10 "Yeah so, funny story, I actually thought you would maybe give me a new years kiss? But I guess not, which is fine! Don't worry. I didn't really care anyway." 

11 "...Wow. You look like a princess."

12 "Dance with me."

13 "I… I didn't know you could play the piano."

14 "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

15 "Sing for me?"

16 "It'll be a blue Christmas without you."

17 "I miss you."

18 "All I want for Christmas is you."

19 "I really can't stay."

20 "Baby it's cold outside."

21 "That's a tad too optimistic for me."

22 "Why are you awake right now?"

23 "Wake up! Please wake up! It snowed!"

24 "Is there a reason you're blushing right now?" 

25 "Have you seen my hoodie? You know that one with the blue stripe in the… Wait, you're wearing it, aren't you?"

26 "Are we on a date right now?" "No. We're snowed in." "Ah… so it is a date then?"

27 "I'm not blushing, I'm just cold -or warm. or… whatever. But I'm not blushing."

28 "I think I'm in love with you."

29 "You want hot chocolate?"

30 "The moon sure does look beautiful tonight."

31 "All I do is drink hot drinks and say bad words."

32 "Your feet are so cold!" 

33 "I'm too sober for this."

34 "Wow! I didn't know you could sing."

35 "We'd both warm up faster if we would take off our clothes." "Fuck off."

36 "A water fight? Are you crazy? It's way too cold for that."

37 "I'm the reason you got sick in the first place. So yes, I am indeed going to take care of you."

38 "Can you put on anything other than the Spotify Christmas playlist? I'm sick of it."

39 "It's January! Why are you still listening to Mariah Carey?"

40 "So… valentines is coming up…"

41 "Santa left a lot of presents this year."

42 "Wow, I asked for you, and I actually got you. That Santa guy really is amazing."

43 "I don't want that, I just want to finish my book."

44 "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time on Christmas Eve…  but I guess you were a step ahead of me."

45 "Tell me that when you're sober."

46 "Who thought I'd find my soulmate on new years eve?"

47 "You've been giving me bedroom eyes for the last half hour."

48 "“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

49 “I didn’t get soaking wet and ice cold by walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

50 "I missed you."

51 "Are you trying to seduce me?"

52 "How can even still see out of your glasses? They're so dirty!"

53 "I always wanted a Christmas wedding."

54 "Kiss me."

55 "I'll cry." "Is that meant to be a threat?"

56 "That's starting to get on my nerves."

57 "Okay, answer me honestly. Are you, or are you not, Satan himself?"

58 "How can you not like christmas?"

59 "Will you marry me?"

60 "is... Is that a mistletoe? Now that's good timing"

61 "You should have told me sooner."

62 "That might actually be the best present I ever got."

63 "I didn't know you could play the piano."

64 "Are you seriously wearing a donkey onesie?"

65 "no I'm not drunk and yes that was a serious question!"

66 "Wait! Hold that thought! I really, really need to pee. Be right back."

67 “Are you an angel?”

68 "I hope our baby looks like you." 

69 "Don't be so gentle. You can hug me tighter y'know- I'm not going to pop or anything."

70 "I'll run you a nice, warm bath." "Excuse me? Why don't you run us a bath? I'm not gonna bathe by myself, that's boring."

71 ""Happy Valentine's Day"

72 "This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me."

73 "Who would have thought I would find my soulmate on new years eve?"

74 "Your nose is so red, you look like Rudolph. Are you sure you're okay?"

75 "Look, it's a full moon tonight."

76 "I know we're engaged but I'm so in love with you."

77 "You outshine the stars."

78 "Did you mean that romantically this whole time?"

79 "Look, The blossom is coming through already."

80 "You made it."

masterlist | warm winter masterlist

[badedramay]

sorry to keep coming back here lmaojgkdflhf but i started rewatching (bits and pieces of) mann mayal this past week and like. what a phenomenon. was the plot horrible. yes. did it drive all of us crazy with the melodrama. absolutely. is the fact that it was the note ayesha khan decided to end her career on kind of hysterical. i certainly think so. but something about it was nonetheless so enrapturing. the direction and music production definitely contribute to that but i also think for whatever all of the mess was on top i really was transfixed by mannu's narrative arc. like it was powerful! obv it was easy to get caught up in all of the fine details and chastise mannu for her brashness or stupidity but the point was that she had always had decisions taken for her her entire life. to see a female character so stubborn and possessive about her right to make her own decisions regardless of whatever anyone else with "sense" had to say about them bc her agency was that important to her in a societal context of women's oppression.. it was incredibly liberating! and i hate to bring the fairy tale comparisons back but i think esp in contrast to the latter it was empowering bc post time skip salahuddin was in every aspect The Ideal Guy. he cared about mannu, he bantered with her, he protected her, he was eager to guide her, etc. but that was precisely the problem, bc everything was about his protectiveness over her rather than a respect for her ability to make her own decisions and chart her own life path. to see her refuse to succumb to his will to the very end, the very end! the fact that he had to accept that he could not make her decisions for her and that to be let back into her life again she would have to be absolutely convinced he would respect her agency and desires! just, wow. that final scene in the last episode truly takes my breath away. sameera fazal makes me want to bash my head into a wall with how ridiculous her plots are but i can't lie that i do love the undercurrent themes in a lot of them. it makes me wonder what she'd do with a story if creating melodrama to get views wasn't such a necessity

I've been saying this for YEARS that Mannu was a far stronger character than people gave her credit for. I do blame the direction for literally bahaoing all of Mannu's strengths in the oceans of tears that she was made to shed in every fucking episode. beneath it all, Mannu as a person was just so staunchly protective of her OWN agency that really she can give many characters a masterclass in how to own their destiny. yeah sure, a deeper conversation about whether an agency that is purely masochist an agency worth celebrating can be held here. but there's no denying that Mannu's agency EXISTS. we cannot say the same about so many of the female protagonists. #MannuProtectionSquad!!

I do think Samira Fazal would make a much better short drama writer. Her basic plots are always fun. she just tends to lose the plot when she has to write 30+ episodes of it. which is what happened with Mann Mayal. which is what happens to ANY of her dramas. do you know Shukk? uska bhi yehi haal hua tha. i really enjoyed that drama in its first half and then toh phir toh too much hi hogaya.

Mann Mayal aired at the perfect time which is why the show enjoyed the blockbuster popularity it did. I am thankful it didn't air at the time when armchair "critics" were running their mouths mindlessly criticizing every project on air just to churn out an hour worth of content twice a week. social media trolled and celebrated the drama. Hamza Ali Abbasi was THE darling of the awaam and Maya got to enjoy a peak with Mannu that I am afraid she won't get to enjoy again in any other character. despite all the rubbishness..the show just worked. it didn't bother with giving any social message or sensationalizing for the sake of having a shock value. it was a melodrama, plain and simple, and fully committed itself to the genre. however, years later, the show still contains some moments of sheer brilliance that have not been tainted by time. in fact, I think now is a very good time to go back and watch Mann Mayal with an open mind. with no trolling to distract us or the long wait of a week between episodes to exhaust, and the entirety of the plot easily available on wikipedia to read..Mann Mayal becomes a show that should be watched to appreciate the technical finesse with which it handled some of the show's pivotal moments as well as to finely study the characterization of its very grey protagonists, flaws and virtues all at once.

[feuqueerfire]

Sleep With Me Live Blogging

My first Filipino show. I would’ve thought it would be Gaya Sa Pelikula since it’s held in such high regard and I’ve had it in my To Watch for so long but idk, I wanna try this one.

Ep 1 (Sept 3)

wow I don’t have this downloaded but am using my data to watch it during lunch because of upgraded phone plan data. such luxury

[Linguistics] Interesting language experience tbh. I’m not fluent in any of the EA/SEA languages of the shows I watch but I have some understanding of Korean and I’ve watched enough shows in Thai, Japanese, and Mandarin that I have a grasp of the cadence as well as some nuances/honorifics/some basic words etc. However, I have no experience with Tagalog (I assume that’s what they’re speaking) so I don’t know any words/honorifics/cadence etc BUT they’re only speaking that like half the time. The other half is English which I’m fluent in. So it’s a strange experience where in Korean I might be understanding 30-40% of what Im hearing based on my level of Korean and my inferencing skills but here, I’m understanding 30-40% completely clearly (English) but not at alllll of anything else. Also spanish? but idk any of that either

This is really good so far, I’m engaged in the story and curious about what’s gonna happen. This ep was mostly about Luna and her sleep problems/break up with ex/being emotionally available and apparently not a good friend

Ep 2 (Sept 3)

Harry is gonna look through her ex’s stuff in her free time for free?!

so are they siblings? or just roommate-friends

lmfaoo bitchy girls are your type, dumb boys are your type. i love you gay lesbian friendships

rip the guy’s gf treating Harry like a little zoo attraction

okay, Kai is indeed Harry’s brother. glad his crush likes him lol

ahh cute cute cute I was on the bus while watching but my feet were like tapping bc i couldn’t react otherwise (and i was smiling big, that’s an advantage of masking fr)

This ep focused more on Harry, I was indeed hoping that we’d alternatingly focus on the girls

Ep 3 (Sep 3)

kinda losing my mind at how Cute their endearing their awkward and fumbling interaction is. why does it feel so real omg

ahh Luna’s situation of being told to exert herself more when she’s already trying hard and has a sleep condition is so frustrating

Wendy’s so cute doing her homework on the shelf

ahhh Belle being at the restaurant and revealing that Harry actually hated the place before omg esp bc it’s not PWD-friendly

ooh kiss! even tho it’s very chaste

Ep 4 (Sep 4)

omg it’s starting with sex scene but I can’t see shit bc of the sun in this bus and also I don’t want other people to see my screen lol

lol the pants scene

ahhh bringing down panties is crazy

Oh, is Luna noticing the ways that Kai helps Harry + Belle has in the past helped Harry and wondering what she can do/how she can measure up

ahh, Luna so cute with accidentally saying i love you and then rolling on bed + Harry teasing her a bit about it the next day

this time Harry wipes Luna’s mouth

Ep 5 (Sep 4)

the penultimate episode angst and breakup nooooo but they set it up well so that we could see the points where they are struggling to meet in the middle/places of tensions/situations that went wrong etc

the breakup scene was sad af

Ep 6 (Sep 4)

plsssss I love Luna crying about the breakup to Wendy while drinking and Wendy laughing at her

ah, they're going on with their lives separately and with new/old friends (Wendy-Luna is sooo fun).

cute little reunion and circling back with the giggly convo at the same restaurant + "wanna go on a date with me?"

I think it’s so interesting how Luna has mentioned a few times caring for Harry or not being able to and Harry is like wtf don’t think of me that way because she’s averse to being seen as a charity case/burden/dependant who is fragile but Luna has followed it up with we all need care/need someone to worry about us.

Overall:

A great introduction to Filipino media for me! It's short (like 2 hours total probably) but didn't feel cramped, the girls were fleshed out individual characters and I enjoyed seeing them come together. I also liked their relationships with other people like Luna's fun friendship with Wendy + Harry's dynamic with her brother. They were both disabled in different ways and we saw how it affected their lives both with the outside world but also with each other. Very cute and endearing, felt very natural.

Rating: 6.5/10

[sxdmoonchxld]

Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."