#*it was only 7pm so not too late yet

[purplesimmer455]

While Riley snuggles up to Stephanie on a picnic blanket, their kids get permission to ride their bikes off to the nearby town square, which is only a 5 minute bike ride. Nancy shoots a glance at her brother as she sees the three floating blue ghosts and he gives her a nervous look back. "Maybe they're nice?" He says quietly and she nods. Nancy cautiously goes up to one ghost, asking them about being dead and how it's like to float in the air. Haruo goes up to another and asks if there are ghost horses too, and if ghost can ride them and keep them as pets.

Eventually, the kids leave the ghosts alone and Haruo wants to leave. Nancy tells him to tell their mom and Ren that she'll be back in half an hour* and he agrees, heading back on his own. Meanwhile, Nancy swings on the monkey bars and giggles as she pretends to be an adventurer. She imagines swinging from one vine to the next as she gets closer to some treasure and after getting tired of this, she hops down and heads towards her bike, but gets distracted by a sign mentioning an old well nearby.

Also, Alicia was in Ravenwood too and it made me happy to see her. 😊

[gghostwriter]

Camaraderie

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.1k a/n: something short n’ sweet, get it? i know i said i was sick and I still am but i wanted to really write something based on this post so i did and since I’m still battling the flu, this isn’t my best work nor has this been edited but still posting it for the fun of it all! Hope you like it. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗

Spencer Reid was never one to forget. After all, his near perfect memory didn’t allow him to, which was a curse and a blessing on itself. So it came to everyone’s surprise when Morgan came strolling in the BAU office after hours to pick him and Luke up for a scheduled boys’ night out and the boy genius innocently asked what he was doing there.

“No way,” Morgan chuckled, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Pretty boy has forgotten something? It must be my lucky night ‘cause this only happens once in a lifetime.” 

“You really forgot?” Luke clarified as they all packed into Morgan’s four door vehicle. “Oh man, I thought you were pulling my leg a while ago when I brought it up and you made no comment.”

“It really slipped my mind!” Spencer’s voice going up in defense. 

The duo laughed. 

“Or maybe you’re getting old,” Morgan needled as the car came to a stop at a red light.

Spencer shook his head, wishing to drop the subject. “Hey, do you mind passing by the apartment for a bit? I didn’t tell her that I was going to be out late since it you know, slipped my mind—”

“Can’t you just text her for that?” Morgan argued back.

“—and I’ll drop off my dirty go bag.” 

“Oh got the missus doing the laundry?” Luke teased. 

“She’s not my wife yet,” he sighed dreamily. If he was going to be honest with himself, he was looking forward to it. He had half the mind to propose elopement when got down on one knee but the excitement you radiated off when discussing about themes, dinner placements, and the wedding gown was enough for him to dispose of that idea quickly. It didn’t matter how fancy or how long the planning would take, as long as at the end of it all, he got to call you his and you get to call him yours. Everything in between was just lavish wrapping to present the world Mr and Mrs Reid. 

The car came to a stop, bringing him out of his musings. 

“Thanks Morgan,” Spencer started to exit the passenger seat. “No need to go up, I’ll be quick.”

They both shook their heads, also stepping out—Morgan from the driver’s side and Luke from the side beside him.

“We’ll say hi to the future Mrs Reid,” he patted his back as the trio packed into the elevator up to his floor.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. With your busy work schedule and the upcoming nuptials, it was a rare occurrence for anyone from the team, expect for Garcia, to catch even a glimpse of you.

Echoing melody was the first thing that greeted them once they stepped out of the lifts. 

He laughed under his breath, already knowing that it was coming from the home you both shared. It had been a ritual for you, of sorts, as the only neighboring apartment was empty from tenants. There was really no one to scold you for making any ruckus at this acceptable 7pm time. Spencer, for one, wasn’t one to spoil your fun. He loved seeing you be free, dancing around in his clothing and singing the lyrics no matter how off key. 

Key slotted to the door, he let themselves in without any words exchanged—just looks and laughter under their breath.

—and I’m obsessed Are you free next week? I bet we’d have really good

Spencer admired your swaying form from behind. Wearing his Caltech tee that was three times too big for you, neckline slipping off to one shoulder. His very own personal sunshine chasing away all the darkness that had tainted his very being. 

Unaware of your audience, you belted out the next cheeky lyrics. “Come right on me, I mean camaraderie. Said you’re not in my—” 

Luke slapped his mouth to stop his chuckle from escaping while Morgan’s eyebrows raised at an all time high.

“Love,” Spencer urgently called out.

“—timezone, but you wanna be—eek!” You shrieked, turning to face the voice of your lover, only to find two more unaccounted for in the audience. 

“Hey pretty girl,” Morgan drawled out. “That’s some nice singing you’ve got there.” 

You felt your face flush with mortification. Out of all the people to have caught you, it had to be Morgan. The self titled big brother who liked to tease all he held dear to his heart. 

“W-what are you all doing here?”

Spencer reached out to give you chaste kiss on the lips. “We’re going out for a boys’ night out and I forgot all about it.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re all here exactly.”

“I was just going to drop off my dirty go bag and they wanted to say hi,” he smiled at the embarrassment he could clearly see written in your expressive face. 

But i bet we‘’d have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when—

“Oh my god,” your feet pattering on the hardwood floor as you ran to stop the vinyl still playing in the background. “Not one word,” you threatened the duo with a finger raised up high.

They both raised their hands up in defense but mirth was clearly painted on their faces. This was definitely becoming a lethal ammo perfect for quips and teasing. 

“Okay, you three out,” you all but pushed them out to the lobby. “I need to bury myself in copious amount of wine and please, forget everything you saw, okay, and Spence—” you leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye and squeezed his hand that held yours. “—I’ll see you when you get back. Have fun!” 

The door slammed shut without another word uttered.

Morgan turned to Reid with a smirk on his lips. “So camaraderie, huh?”

“Shut up,” Spencer quipped back, giving him a slight shove towards the elevator.

But before he himself stepped into the awaiting lifts for a night of no doubt teasing and innuendos, Spencer sent a quick message back to his other half with cheeks red and a grin on his face.

Your wish is my command, love. Later. 

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[chestersturniolo]

let’s play

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary; your boyfriend matt takes you out to dinner, after not seeing him for a little while, you decide to play a little game…

WARNINGS - sexual content / alcohol mentioned / use of y/n / swearing / public scenes oop / use of pet names !!not proof read yet!! (if i think of any more warnings i’ll edit it in here)! enjoy😼 (MDNI)

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Today I woke up from my afternoon nap to a text from Matt.

“booked a table for dinner tonight,7pm. Be ready sweetheart.”

it’s quite a regular occurrence for Matt to order rather than ask. and honestly i love it that way.

I got ready as quick as i could. i haven’t seen him in a little while.. he went to vegas and the day he came back was the day i went to visit family for a few days. 

As soon as i saw his text i started scheming in my head. i wanted to make Matt sweat as much as i could at dinner. it was a dangerous game. but a fun one. 

 i knew i wanted my outfit to scream sexy.

as i run my hands through the rack, scanning my options, one dress in particular catches my eye. 

A black satin mini dress, with a high slit on the thigh. 

I smile to myself knowing it will drive Matt crazy, immediately snatching it off its hanger. i slide it on, pairing it with matching black heels, which slightly shorten the dress even more. after touching up my makeup and giving myself an extra spritz of Matts favourite perfume of mine, i take a step back infront of my full body mirror. 

“damn” i praise myself under my breath. 

i’m quickly pulled out of my self admiration, hearing faint music from the street. i peek out of the window , seeing Matt pull up. A small wave of nerves and excitement turn in my stomach as i quickly make my way to the door. Instead of waiting for Matt to come in and get me like he usually does,  i start walking myself out of the house. Partly because it was almost our reservation time. Partly because i couldn’t wait any longer to see him. 

i smile to myself seeing him already getting out of the car to come to my door. He hasn’t noticed me yet so i take the opportunity to call out to him in the flirtiest tone i can

“Hi handsome” 

Matts gaze snaps up from the ground, he stops in his tracks, a tight lipped smirk on his face as he explores me up and down with his eyes. When i’m just a couple of steps away from him he eagerly reaches out to my waist and swiftly pulls my body into his, hugging me tightly. 

“y/n you look-“ 

he takes a breath 

“-you look insane “

i hear him weakly mumble into the crook of my neck. before he hesitantly steps back, opening the passenger door for me. 

“why thankyou, matthew” i tease with a hair flick, earning a soft eye roll from Matt as he lightly smacks my ass as i make my way to the passenger seat. 

He closes my door as i pull down the visor mirror with a smirk. i brush a few strands of hair from my face and rub my lips together. again admiring my handy work. i hear Matt get in and close his door, as i flip the visor up and turn to him, i let myself follow his fixed stare. i glance down at my lap, noticing my dress had massively ridden up from getting into the car. 

i laugh internally, looking back up to Matt. Our eyes meet and he leans towards me over the centre console. 

“c’mere” he mutters. 

i lean into him, placing my lips on his. i try to conceal the smile tugging on my lips as i feel his hand fall to my bare thigh. 

“i missed you” he whispers against my lips, barely pulling away, before reconnecting our lips, deepening the kiss. His hand moves up my thigh slightly, then giving it a small squeeze. 

I feel my cheeks burning up as i pull away. 

desperately trying to hide my own fluster, and remember the task at hand. 

“i missed you too. now let’s go, or we’ll be late” i say gesturing to the road. brushing him off.

i watch as Matt repositions himself in his seat, letting out a barely audible groan. 

i get a spark of satisfaction seeing that my plan is already working. and im only just getting started…

He turns the keys in the ignition, glancing back at me once more, with a slight smirk on his face accompanied with a soft shake of his head. 

He pulls off and returned his hand to my thigh, where it stayed the whole journey to the restaurant, tracing small mindless circles with him thumb. 

~~~

We arrive ,Matt opens the passenger door half way, standing in the gap, he offers his hand out to me as i swing my legs out of the car. i gladly take his hand as he pulls me to my feet. once ive readjusted my dress, he steps aside, now intertwining our hands fully. he closes the door with his free hand, before leading me into the restaurant. 

its one of our favourite spots. 

it’s a dimly lit place,with only small warm lights and candles on the tables. some greenery snaking up the walls and along the ceiling. it turns into quite the romantic place when it gets dark out like it is now. it’s the perfect setting. 

We get shown to our usual corner table, and we order our drinks.

When they arrived, and i saw mine had come with a garnish of a cherry on a cocktail stick, i knew it was perfect to use as a pawn in my little game. 

i shuffle my chair back slightly and i cross one leg over the other. the slit on my dress allowing more to be seen. right now Matt is filling me in on all the vegas details. 

i reach to the cherry garnish, pulling it from my drink. i bring it to my mouth slowly, i see Matt watching, so i carry on “innocently” as he continues talking.

inbetween me nodding and my intrigued “uh huh”s as he talks, i take the cherry in my mouth, sucking off the excess alcohol that clung to it, with a pop. before returning the cocktail stick to my mouth and slowly sliding the cherry off. all whist maintaining eye contact with Matt. 

he’s now completely silent. running his tongue along his teeth. i give him a sweet innocent smile, as i hold out the cocktail stick infront of him, gesturing him to take it. he leans forward, forearms on the table supporting his weight, as he takes it between his teeth. repositioning it with his tongue , and clenching his jaw down onto it. (a/n - iykyk ) 

~~~

At this point i’ve spent the whole night teasing the fuck out of Matt. 

licking my lips whilst staring at his. tactically brushing my legs against his. leaning forward on my elbows innocently, exposing more of my chest, whilst peering up at him seductively. 

sending suggestive glances and dirty whispers his way any chance i got. 

it’s been very amusing watching him squirm. noticing his breath hitch. jaw and fists clench. readjusting himself in his seat. earning his sighs and huffs. his eyes darkening.

i decide to taunt him. 

“what’s wrong baby, you okay?” i coo with a fake concern.

i can see his sexual frustration building by the second. 

“you know what the fuck you’re doing y/n. you think you’re funny with this little game you’ve got goin on? for the love of god behave or i promise i’ll make you wish you never started playing in the first place” he hisses across the table, hushed to avoid attention. 

i squeeze my legs together hearing Matt finally crack. it’s been fun working him up, but in the process i’ve also really been teasing myself. 

although i’m not done yet, 

i gulp with a nod, as i place my hand in his across the table. he’s quick to raise it to his mouth, planting a kiss on it. 

~~~

we talked some more and i let him believe i’m now on my best behaviour.  

but i want to see how far i can push him before he snaps. 

As Matts talking i slyly move my hands under the table. i take a quick scan of the room to make sure nobody was looking. using the slit in my dress i reach up and tug at my lace thong. lifting my butt off the seat the tiniest bit, playing it off like i was just readjusting in my seat. and i slide them off and down my legs as discreetly as i could. i ball my fist up, keeping them in my hand. 

i bring my opposite elbow up to the table, leaning my head on it. still engaging in conversation with Matt, as i “accidentally” knock a piece of silverware onto the floor. the volume of the restaurant masked the clink of it falling. 

and just like i knew he would,

Matt shifts in his chair “careful baby, i’ll get it” he says, leaning down to the floor. 

i scan the room once more as i splay my legs apart slightly. just enough for him to see my bare core. whilst i hang my thong from my index finger under the table,beside my leg closest to the wall making sure nobody else sees. 

i feel them get snatched from my hand as Matts body immediately jolts back up, his eyes widened. i watch in amusement as he quickly shoves my panties into his pocket, now scanning the room himself.  He leans across the table letting out a shaky tension filled breath. 

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing” he grits his teeth. staring intently into my soul with eyes filled with lust. 

“i’m still playing” i whisper, returning the intense eye contact, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.

i watch Matt intently as he brings out his wallet, takes out two ,hundred dollar bills and slams them down on the table, immediately standing from his seat. 

bingo 

“you wanna play so much? let’s play. get up. we’re leaving.” he states , stern eyes fixed on me. 

my breath picks up, slightly frozen in my seat, as i look at him in awe. almost like i didn’t cause this. 

“now.”

===================================== A/N- this was so fun to write!!!! let me know what you thought🤭 also pls remember if you have any requests or questions or just random shit my anon ask is on!! (thinking my next one should be chris) // cocktail stick visual 👀 //

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[astrae4]

EYES ON ME | anton lee

IN WHICH you need to do your assignments, but anton wants your eyes solely on him. A 300 milestone’s special

FEATURING: Riize’s Chanyoung Lee and you (non-idol au)

WARNING: none

NOTE: thank you so much for 300 follows! It’s such a big milestone for me and I can’t explain how happy and thankful I am for all of you. I hope to continue giving you works and I hope you enjoy! Love you guysss 💗💗

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THE CLOCK HITS 7pm as the sounds of your calculator echoed, filling the silence of your apartment. Papers were strewn all around your desk, one unfinished equation to the next.

In the midst of your concentration, the clicking of your door and the 6-foot-something man was left unheard and ignored. That was, until you felt a hand tug the hem of your shorts.

You stiffen for a second, before loosening up as familiarity washes over your body. Warm, big hands that touched you with the gentleness of a chick; it was your Anton.

You hummed in acknowledgement, but still focused on finishing your equation. Gosh, do you have a love-hate relationship with the subject.

He didn’t answer, only tugged your shorts again before putting his heavy head on your lap.

You didn’t think too much of it until he tugged the hem of your shirt this time. Looking down, you see a pouty man nestled under the warmth of your stomach.

What was it this time? you thought to yourself as you could just feel his sulky mood radiating from miles away.

“Anton..?” You whispered in confusion, your hand finding its way home in his hair, messing it up.

He stared up at you, his mouth pursed in a line that screamed at you ‘I’m not happy!!😾’, yet his eyes softened and you could tell that he was just pretending to get your attention.

You sighed before putting down your pen and putting both hands on his face.

“What does my big baby want, hm?” you teased with a playful grin before pinching his cheek, eliciting an ow! from him.

He took your hands in his before spilling the beans, “You promised me you won’t miss dinner today.”

“It’s not past dinner yet, it’s 6��”

“It’s 7.”

“Oh. Well I can still eat dinner now, 7 isn’t too late yet—“

“You also promised me you’d give me attention today.”

”Ah…” you answer awkwardly as you just remembered, “Sorry about that, baby, but the workload’s a lot lately.”

Anton sat up before looking at you deadass AND even more sulky than before, “You’re literally already early, I know this is supposed to be due in a week.”

Yeah, you weren’t winning this one. You sighed once more as your mind gears up in making a plan to redeem yourself.

Putting your hands on both his cheeks, you put on your best doe eyes.

“I’m sorry baby,” you said before peppering his face with kisses, “forgive me..?”

In an instant, all the frustrations in your Anton’s face immediately ran away. He put his (gigantic) hands on your waist before kissing you on the cheek.

“Okay,” He mumbles.

He was about to kiss you some more but you interruped him.

“Right, I should eat dinner now,” You spoke, standing up. You were about to walk to the kitchen, but his hands pulled you back. Surprised, you landed back with an oomf.

“What was that for—“

“Later,” he says as he puts his hands around your waist, “I want your eyes on me right now, we can eat later.”

Knowing that you aren’t getting out of this, you just gave in to your fate.

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[sunflw3r]

fit right in

sungchan x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1666 fluff

sungchan’s boyfriend fit right in

content warnings: token gay eunseok & sungchan, cursing, topish reader, petnames, vry gay eunseok

unedited</3

(masterlist)

spotify playlist link: <3 continuation of turning the flipping frogs gay!

a/n: just saw the riize movie and thought it would be cutie to continue this oneshot:3

happy (late) birthday chan<3 i love uuuu

“i’m just saying, byeon wooseok is hot but why does he always die!! it takes me out of the immersion.” y/n complained, seunghan laughing softly. y/n, sohee, and seunghan had just finished watching ‘lovely runner’ together, y/n venting his thoughts to them.

“does sungchan hear you talk about this?” sohee asked, putting a gummy worm in his mouth. “sungchan thinks byeon wooseok’s hot too. it’s a communal appreciation.” seunghan laughed again, stealing one of sohee’s gummy worms, the two squabbling.

“hey y/n.” a voice shouted, eunseok coming into the living room. “i have a date with this guy, can you tell me if this outfit’s good?” y/n leaned over the back of the couch, glass held lazily in his hand.

“yeah come in here.” eunseok came into view, a white crop top on his torso with a pair of baggy jeans. a bag rested on his shoulder, hair styled with more fluff in the bangs. “if you’re going for attractive gay man, i think you got it!”

eunseok smiled, holding his hand out for y/n to pass him the cup. y/n sighed, passing his glass over for eunseok so he could take a sip. “sigh, i need to leave soon but my boyfriend hasn’t made an appearance.” shaking his head, eunseok passed the cup back to y/n. “that’s not right pookie.”

peaking his head out of the corner of the kitchen, wonbin sighed. “leave without saying hi.” y/n groaned, putting his head in his hands. “i came to see him! but then he was like ‘let me do something first then we can hang out’ and now i’m here.”

sohee laughed softly as anton walked up to y/n, hugging him gently. “he won’t care… we all know you’ll be back here by like… 7pm.” sighing, y/n pat anton’s back before standing up. “i guess.”

walking to the shoe area, y/n started to put on his tennis shoes, shouting out to sungchan. “babe! i’m going home!” there was a loud clambering of footsteps as sungchan ran to see him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “i’ll see you soon baby.”

“tsk…” y/n teased, patting sungchan’s shoulders. “give me another kiss you silly… i came over to see you but i ended up hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.”

sungchan chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to y/n’s lips. “i’m sorry loveeeeeee… i got busy and knew you wouldn’t mind. you love hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.” y/n nodded happily, a bright smile on his face as he kissed sungchan again instead of replying.

their lips locked together gently, like their connection was the only thing that mattered to them. it was easy for them, natural as they had done this thousands of times, and yet it was never enough.

“alright, alright, don’t do that please!” shotaro begged, sungchan breaking their kiss to stare at him. y/n laughed, pecking sungchan’s lips once before waving to the rest of his friends. “bye! see you later!” he spoke, exiting out the door quickly, sungchan’s smile falling as he turned to now faced his group.

“now about stealing my boyfriend…”

bookie sohee

my fav son ynynynynyynynynynynynyynynynynynynynynynyn i have smth to show u

ynie mmh hiiiiiii soheeeee

my fav son okay okay do u wanna see what i have to show u?

ynie yes

my fav son

ynie WOWZA HOLY FUCK

my fav son you’re welcome 😜😝😝😝😜

ynie sohee you are my favorite person on this earth rn

my fav son omg thank you!!! over sungchan?!?!?!!?!

ynie yes since at the moment chan is buying groceries and he left me in bed

my fav son bro… he’s canceled

ynie THAT’S WHAT I SAID bro i think he hates me😢

my fav son tsk… what a bad boyfie

ynie he’s lucky i love him… i guess i’ll just kiss him when he gets home

my fav son ew…

ynie what ☹️

my fav son it’s like seeing my dads kiss… i dont wanna see that!!

ynie well that’s too bad bc he is your other father… i guess you’re going to have to deal with that

my fav son tsk…

ynie im gonna show the rest of riize one of these… he’s so :((((

my fav son sigh… i guess

ynie yipee!!! BYEBYE MY SON ILYYY

my fav son eek ilyt!!

y/n>sungchan

best boyfie HIIII EVERYONEEE

brother in home eek hi y/n

channie HI BABE hru :3

best boyfie im gooddddd where’s sohee and anton☹️ AND SEUNGHAN AND WONBIN i need my sons here…

taro im not them but hiiii

best boyfie hi taro!!! ugh they need to come faster bc i got something to show yallllllll

wonbinie! hiiii hyung :)

seunghanie! IM HERE

youngest son i just woke up… im hereeee

best boyfie tsk… sohee’s taking too long ANYWAYS LOOK AT THISSSSSSS :3<333

i’d like to thank sohee for sending me this picture of my handsome boyfriend

bookie sohee uh what

best boyfie you will be in our wedding

bookie sohee yay!!

youngest son um what about me

best boyfie you’re the flower boy

channie erm i was never aware of a wedding… where’s my engagement ring?!

wonbinie! oh!?

brother in homo the gays are fighting…

best boyfie um baby did i not give u that ring erm

channie what ring???

best boyfie oh.

seunghanie! hyung, do you want to have a sleepover tonight? we’re free

best boyfie ooo, am i invited??

taro omg yes yes yes

channie i GUESS you can come🙄 if i get a kiss you can definitely come :333

best boyfie tsk… i guess

brother in homo who let the gays in here…

taro if we didnt like gays here ur ass would have been kicked out LONGGGG AGOOOOOO

brother in homo woah taro… i thought we had something special

taro well u thought wrong!!

seunghanie! ouchhhhh

wonbinie! would lose it if i heard that ngl…

bookie sohee hyung get ur ass over here i wanna get ur opinion on my new outfit!!

best boyfie im coming :(((( sungchan come pic me up.

channie ??? why.

youngest son wrong. try again.

channie wdym

youngest son that is your BF try again!!

channie sigh… yes ofc love ill be right over!!! are you happy now tony…

youngest son sigh i guess i am

best boyfie its okay channie😭😭 im already on my way love!! sit ur pretty ass down<333

seunghanie! i think im gonna vomit🤢

brother in homo bro lives up to his user🫡

channie YAYYYY okay ill see u soon

bookie sohee you’ll see US soon…

best boyfie BYE GUYSSSS

sungchan’s hands were warm.

y/n smiled softly as he and sungchan held hands, the giddy, teenage-like feelings arising in his stomach. “i love you so much… it’s almost sickening.” he whispered into sungchan’s ear, the words vibrating off his lips.

sungchan smiled softly, pecking y/n’s cheek. “i’m lucky to have a boyfriend who i love so much.” a loud knock sounded on sungchan’s bedroom door, seunghan’s voice resonating through the walls. “get your pjs on or we’re starting tiana without you!”

y/n groaned, turning to yell towards seunghan. “we’ll be right out!” he exclaimed, sungchan chuckling softly as he grabbed the couple’s pajamas, a matching sanrio set sungchan had bought for fun a few months into their relationship.

taking off his shirt, y/n quickly grabbed the pajamas and pulled the top over his torso, following the same process with his pants. he skipped out of the room, sungchan following behind him.

“y/n hyung! i saved you a spot!” y/n smiled at sohee’s wrong, running to sit next to the younger. the movies opening credits began to play, a soft smile on his face as sohee curled into his chest.

“why didn’t you wait for me…” sungchan pouted, taking his seat next to y/n. “the movie was starting and sohee asked me to sit with him… how am i supposed to refuse that adorable face.”

sungchan tsked, looking at the movie as he wrapped his arm around y/n. sohee smiled softly, seunghan whining. “why do you get to sit next to y/n hyung? you have to share him with the rest of us…”

y/n chuckled, patting the other side of his lap, seunghan’s face lighting up as he scooted over to snuggle into y/n’s body. sungchan scoffed, y/n placing a soft kiss on his lips to soothe him. “don’t complain baby… you can still cuddle me.”

“glady.” sungchan mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around y/n’s waist, touching sohee’s waist on accident. “get your hands off of me sungchan hyung…” sohee muttered, glaring at the older male.

sungchan clicked his tongue, pinching sohee’s waist before gripping at y/n’s hip. “i love you so so much.” he whispered. y/n smiled, his heart filling up with a sense of comfort as he pressed a kiss to sungchan’s cheek. “you silly goose… i love you baby.”

soft giggles escaped from sungchan’s mouth, y/n pressing kisses to his face, the one on his lips lingering for a second longer.

“would it kill you to not kiss on our couch!” eunseok yelled, throwing a pillow in y/n’s face. looking back at him, y/n’s jaw clenched. “just because you’re alone, sad, and bitchless song eunseok doesn’t mean you have to be an ass!”

he jumped up, grabbing the pillow tossed at him to start attacking eunseok. “pillow fight!” wonbin yelled, now joining in, seunghan and sohee stumbling to make their stances.

sungchan smiled, looking at his boyfriend surrounded by his bandmates, loud screams of joy sounding through the dorm as people got hit by pillows.

“baby come help me kick their asses!” y/n cheered, looking back at sungchan pleadingly.

standing up to join y/n, sungchan started to hit shotaro with his pillow, smiling happily.

you really do fit right in…

[djarinova]

🍎 + criminal minds' spencer reid + it (2017)

happy halloween!

thank you so much for sending this ask!! i too love it (2017) and i need to rewatch it again soon because i miss my losers very much >ᴗ< here is a little blurb for you <3 happy Halloween!!! 🎃🧡

Trick or Treat...

spencer reid x gn!reader - 500 words, slightly suggestive themes

“Spence?” You call out. “We have to leave soon or we'll be late!”

You hear a small thud followed by a yelp, and you begin to move towards the source of the noise, your shoes clicking on the floor as you go.

“I'm fine!” Spencer squeaks, and you can't help but smile. “Be right there!” His voice is clearer now, and he quickly appears in the doorway of your shared bedroom.

His hair is slightly dishevelled, presumably from whatever caused him to shout out just now, but you don't linger on it too long…instead your gaze is trained on his body, and his choice of costume.

The two of you (mostly Spencer though) decided to keep your Halloween costumes a secret this year. After Penelope had sent the annual Halloween party invite Spencer had been almost immediately tight-lipped about his ideas, leaving you to fend for yourself on Pinterest and Instagram for inspiration—although Penelope had been a godsend, giving you access to her creativity and artistry had definitely saved you from scrolling too far down the endless social media spiral.

Your eyes darken as they track his figure, something bubbles up inside of you and you suddenly find that being late to the party is not such a terrible idea…not when Spencer is looking like that.

You don't know how he managed to sort this whole thing out without you getting any sort of inclination of his plan. Devious man.

A cough brings you out of the spell you found yourself under and when you meet Spencer's eyes there is a slight tinge of red dusting his cheeks, along with an uncharacteristically smug look on his face.

“You like my costume?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You nod, almost too enthusiastically, and Spencer smiles widely at your reaction. He reaches his hand out towards you, and you gladly accept it, letting him lead you back towards where you were waiting for him just moments ago. The front door clicks as Spencer opens it, and an incredulous look graces your face.

“We're leaving?!” You ask.

Spencer chuckles at you, the light dusting on his cheeks has now turned into full blown redness, but the smugness has yet to leave his features.

“Well yes, of course. We wouldn't want to be late, would we…” He trails off, leaving the possibility hanging in the air.

Your heart lurches and you want nothing more than to grab him by the collar and drag him back inside. But, you can't disagree with him—after all, he's only repeating what you had said to him earlier.

With a final sigh, you relent, allowing Spencer to fully pull you from the doorway and lock it behind you. After he slips the key in his bag you watch as he quickly sends Emily an “on the way!” text—not wanting to surprise your friends with your arrival (even though the party starts at 7pm and the two of you are never late to a function)—and you fall in step next to him, butterflies still overwhelming your stomach, but looking forward to celebrating the holiday with your friends.

take a look at this post if you'd like to join my little halloween celebration 🧡

divider by @/saradika

[euno11a]

Tattooed Hearts VIII

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV • Pt V • Pt VI • Pt VII *** Love was something that no one could control. It was a great thing. Pain was part of love and no one could stop that either. For me, pain was a big part of my love life. Learning what works for you is big; knowing your limits and what your boundaries are. For me, it was hookups. Those were the devil to me. After sleeping with Jungkook and not being able to eat or sleep without thinking of him is when I knew I fucked up. I should’ve known that it was a one time thing, nothing more than a quick fuck. But seeing him show up in front of me, begging for another chance, was what set me off.

About a month passed, Jungkook continuously bringing you flowers and taking you out on nice dates. Not once, not a single time, did he try to make out with you or touch you inappropriately. He was genuinely trying his best for you. So one night when he was dropping you off at your apartment, he did the usual. He smiled, waved you off and made sure you made it safely into your apartment before putting his helmet back on. You were the one that made the move, walking back to him.

“Did you forget something?” He asked you, holding his helmet at his side, about to check the compartment on the back of his bike. He was silenced by you pulling him down to connect your lips. Your lips were gently touching, not some rough and sloppy kiss. It was a slow and sensual kiss.

You pulled away gently, letting your noses brush against each others. “You taste like cherries…” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the calm environment around the two of you. His strong hands held your waist carefully, fearing that if he did something too suddenly, he would scare you off.

He chuckled and lowered his head to lean his forehead on your shoulder. “You like watermelon juice, yet your favourite lip balm is cherry flavoured. How does that make sense?” He teased you, dragging his hands up and down your sides slowly.

“You know that…?” It was clear from your wide eyes that you were shocked he still remembered that. When had he even noticed you put on cherry lip balm?

“It was the lip balm you put on after our hookup. It was also the lip balm you put on when you came by the tattoo parlour, AND it was the lip balm I saw in your bag at Mrs Eloise’s flower shop. I notice these things, I notice everything that you love.” He whispered, pulling you a little closer.

Your cheeks flushed a bright red, turning your head away and clearing your throat. Pulling away, you felt the sudden loss of warmth from him, “I should…I should go up now…” Your voice held some sort of dissatisfaction, not liking that you had to leave now.

He nodded, letting go of you with slight hesitation. “I had fun. I’ll see you later…” He put his helmet on and got on his bike, watching you walk into your apartment building. Once you were out of sight, he turned on his bike, feeling a vibration in his pocket.

My Girl: Next date is at my place. Friday, 7pm. Don’t be late.

He chuckled, placing his phone back into his pocket. The excitement he felt in his chest was unmatched, not being able to wait for Friday.

*** When Friday came, you had set up your living room with a movie. I mean, what's better than a movie date? The answer is nothing. It was all set up perfectly; popcorn, blankets, random candies you had found in the corner store down the street, and the most important thing...a movie! You hadn't heard of this movie, so it was interesting to see what it would be about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the doorbell was rung to your apartment. You stood up, walking across the threshold to answer the door. To say your breath was taken when you saw Jungkook was an understatement, you felt as if your soul had been taken. He stood there tall, nothing but a tight white shirt that showed off all his delicious muscles and tattoo sleeve on his right arm. And god, the pants...his pants were tight, hugging his thighs the best way possible, not to mention the noticeable bulge his crotch made.

You looked up at him, taking a deep breath before opening the door wider so he could come in. "You're on time." You said shakily, closing the door when he came into your apartment completely.

He chuckled deeply, "I wouldn't miss this for the world." He smiled down at you, running a hand through his hair. "Looks like you prepared everything already."

"Of course I did! Why would I invite you over if nothing would be ready?" You asked quietly, walking further into your apartment, plopping down onto the couch.

"Maybe you wanted to see me early so you'd have more time with me."

"When have I ever wanted more time with you?"

"How about when you kissed me and wouldn't let my jacket go?" He cocked a brow, "Don't think I didn't notice that."

His comment made your cheeks burn, turning away you patted the cushion beside you. "Just come over here so we can watch the movie..."

His laugh was like music to your ears, he walked over and sat beside you. Once you were both comfortable, you grabbed the remote and pressed play. As mentioned earlier, movie dates were the best. One, they were calming and two, you got to cuddle with your partner...or possible partner. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arm draped over your waist, your ass pressing into his straining cock. When you felt how hard he was, you stiffened, not wanting to say anything. His hand calmly and gently traced circles onto your clothed side, allowing you to relax into him as the movie kept playing. He could feel that you were on edge from being able to feel his hard-on. You should've done your research on the movie before picking it, not knowing it was a horror movie. As time passed, all the movie got scarier and scarier, Jungkook having no reaction to it. Sadly, you were the only one jumping. Your wide eyes were hooked onto the screen, breath getting staggered as your heart pounded against your chest. One of the jump scares making you nearly jump out of your own skin.

"Are you even watching?" You ask, your voice was just barely a whisper.

"I am." He muttered, his voice deep with a hint of...need?

It wasn't helping that you were getting turned on by the feeling of his hard-on pressing against your ass. You turned a little to look at him, he made eye contact with you, gliding his tongue against his bottom lip. You felt his hand go to the hem of your pants, fingertips just barely going under. "Stop it..." You said breathlessly.

"Stop what?" You knew that voice, even if it had been a long time, you knew that voice. He was needy. And so were you.

"You know what...Lindsay could come at any moment." It was still intoxicating.

His nose nuzzles into the back of your neck, "If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will..."

But nothing came out of your mouth, you wanted this. Needed this. Carved this. When he wasn't told to stop, his hand gripped your jaw and forced you to face the screen, "Watch the movie." He growled.

Bad idea, as soon as you looked back, some bloody creature popped up on the screen, making you scream and shrink back into him. Jungkook groaned, feeling your ass dig into his cock, almost blinding him with pleasure and need. His fingers went under the rim of your pants, caressing your soft thighs, causing you to shift with desire from his touch.

"Jungkook..."You plead quietly, asking for something you weren't even sure that you knew what you were asking for.

"This may not end well for you..." Jungkook mused.

"Why?" You asked, slightly hesitant while asking the question.

"You'll have cum leaking down your thighs when I'm done with you." He hummed, reaching forward to play with the lining of your panties.

He pushed your panties aside, his fingers softly brushing against your folds, reveling in the wetness gathering on his fingers. He kept his touches light, depriving you of any true pleasure.

"Jungkook." You bite, your voice more demanding and needy. But all he did was smile, refusing to give you anything else at the moment.

"Keep your eyes on the screen, Y/N, do not make me tell you again." That made your eyes snap to the screen, a gasp being pulled from your lips as you watched the creature slash a person.

Your pussy pulsed, juices gushing from your slit and over his fingers. Jungkook groaned, fighting the urge to plunge his fingers deep into your pussy and feel you pussy clench as you cum all over him. His tongue darted out, licking along your neck and inhaling your intoxicating scent. You tasted so fucking delicious to him. His mouth watered with the need to lap up the arousal soaking his hand. Giving in to your internal plea, he swirls his fingertip over your clit, giving you just enough pleasure to make you lean your head back with bliss. A scream from the movie made her look up again on full alert.

"L-Lindsay could come in..." You croaked, his actions steady and firm. When he pinches your clit, you release a sexy moan from your parted lips.

"Does that make your pussy wet? Hm?" He asked, continuing to rub your clit with his fingers. "Does knowing your friend could come into your apartment at any moment and see you writhing on my fingers turn you on?"

You shook your head, clearly lying as he felt you get wetter by the second. "Having someone see you with my fingers deep in your pussy," He emphasizes his point by pressing his middle finger into you, "It makes you wanna cum all over my fingers, doesn't it, baby?"

He adds a second finger, fucking you in quick and hard strokes. Your breath quickens, moans heightening in pitch as you get closer to an orgasm. His eyes go back and forth between his hand in your pants and your face, loving the sounds falling from your lips. Mid-stroke, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed your jaw with his other hand. He gave you a quick slap to your pussy, enjoying the sudden cry that left your lips as he did so.

"What did I say, baby?" His voice was like honey, but had a secret dark undertone to it.

"W-watch the movie...?" You responded, biting your bottom lip as you turned to look back at the screen.

"Were you even listening?" Jungkook growled, absolutely refusing to touch your needy pussy.

"N-no...I'm sorry..." Something about the apology didn't sound right, why were you apologizing? To keep away the thoughts of confusion and sudden sober-ism from having his fingers out of you, he pushed them back inside of you.

"This sweet little pussy is so needy for my fingers, isn't it? Do you feel how tight you're gripping me? It's so hard to pull them out of you so I can fuck you so good."

You whined and whimpered, nails digging into his bicep. The sting from your nails didn't phase him, his free hand reaching up to your neck. He squeezes firmly, increasing his pace and firmly rubbing your clit. "Jungkook!" You scream, pussy clenching so tightly that he can barely move his fingers anymore.

Your back arches and your head leans back, not caring about watching the movie anymore. You sob loudly as his fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, helping you ride out your orgasm until your whole body is shaking and you're trying to pull his hand away. He gently eased his fingers out of you, feeling you shiver from the loss of being filled. Licking the juices from his fingers, he makes eye contact with you, ensuring you were watching him. When his fingers were clean, he pushed himself up, grabbing your hand to pull you up as well. Once he was standing, he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your room and placing you on the bed. His breathing was heavy as he looked at you from a distance.

"This is your one chance, Y/N." His voice was rough and deep, deeper than I remembered it to be. "Your one chance to make this choice. The only time I'll let you say no to me. After this, you're mine."

You felt as if your heart would beat through your ribs as you looked up at him. Your mouth opened, slight dread coursing through Jungkook's body as he thought you were going to say no. But instead, you begged. "I wanna be touched. I want you."

A smirk pulls at the corner of his lips, "Strip for me."

"St-? W-what?" You couldn't believe how hot he sounded.

"Come on, sweet girl, don't make me repeat myself. I want to see all of you." Every word flowing out of his mouth goes straight down to your core again. Making you wetter than ever before.

You stripped slowly, almost excruciatingly slow. You stripped until you were in your bra and panties. "Off, Y/N. Show me those tits, baby." It sounded as if he was angry, but you knew he was far from it.

When you were fully undressed, he slowly approached you, like a predator does its prey. He walks until he is pressing his legs against yours. "I'm not going to be gentle. I'm not making love to you tonight, I'm going to fuck you. Show you just how much I've missed this. How much I've missed you."

His lips wrap around one of your nipples when he leans down, a soft gasp leaving you lips as you grasp onto his shoulders. His teeth scrape against your hard nipple, sucking hard. He pushes you to lay you down, climbing on top of you. His fingers make their way down to your slit again, seamlessly gliding over your entrance. He sits on his heels, quickly shedding all of his clothes, coming back down to you. When he presses your legs open, you let him, too overstimulated to even try and fight.

"That's my girl." He groaned into your ear, moving your foot out of the way so he could see your glistening pussy from your wetness. "Fuck...so wet I can see it." He swiped two fingers over your pussy, rubbing those same two fingers over his painfully hard cock. He strokes himself a few times, eyes trained on your sex. He reached down and spread you more, "Such a pretty pussy", He says lowly as he glided a finger over your slit again, but not yet pushing in. "Bet you're gonna be so damn tight, gonna squeeze the cum right out of me."

His words made you squirm, just as his touch did. You felt something press against your entrance, something much bigger than his fingers. The tip of his cock pressed gently. You whimpered his name, that was enough to make him ram his hips forward. There was a slight resistance, feeling your pussy clamped around him tightly. It was more than enough to make you scream, from pleasure and some discomfort. Jungkook dropped forward, one hand on either side of your head, so your hands can finally reach him. He rolled his hips, pushing himself even deeper into you.

"Tell me who owns this pussy..." He spoke in a deep but strangled voice, it was clear he was holding back just a little.

"Y-you do, Jungkook..." You cried.

"Again."

"Jungkook!" You're panting, writhing beneath him. "Jungkook owns it."

He dropped to his elbows, one hand reaching back to grab your hair at the roots. "That's right, baby. This belongs to me." He thrusted again. "All of you belongs to me."

Your neck arches, and he uses the angle to fuse his lips to yours. His lips were warm and demanding; it made you feel claimed. The grip in your hair, his hips slamming between your thighs...it felt like ownership. You kissed him back, letting go of your control completely. Jungkook's tongue licks into your mouth, and you can taste what you thought you lost the first time.

"Kookie..." You gasp, opening your mouth for him. The tugging on your hair makes your core clench around him.

"My sweet fucking girl." He withdraws his cock and licks into your mouth again, "You're mine now, baby." He pushed back in his hips rolling devilishly good into you. "Wanna stay buried in this pussy forever."

He starts slamming in even harder, "Let me in, baby." He reaches down to grasp your leg, yanking it to hook it over forearm. Opening you even wider. "There's my sweet girl. Letting me in so good. So deep."

Your body was on fire, his hips not stopping for a second, arm lifting even more to stretch you more. The fingers massaging through your hair was a big contrast, soft and soothing, compared to his harsh thrusts. "That's it, baby girl. Take me. Feel me."

"I am...I do..." Your voice was broken from how much and how loudly you'd been moaning.

Jungkook's thrusting slowed only a little, "I need you to do one more thing for me, baby. Give me one more thing."

"Anything," You spoke quietly, "I'll do anything."

You could feel his breath on your cheek, " I need you to cum all over my cock."

You couldn't reply, his mouth pressing against yours again. Slower this time. You focused on the feeling of his lips against your, moving with him. Opening up for him. Tasting him. Then you feel his fingers on your clit. You hadn't noticed him move his arm to go between your bodies and it was-...you groaned into each other's mouths as you clenched around him.

"You're so close." He moaned.

"Y-yes..."

He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough that you feel it in your nipples. "O-oh god! Kook, I'm almost-!"

The hand that was tangled in your hair flattens against the back of your head, pulling you to him. He supported his full weight on his elbow, wrapping your arms and legs around him, you curl around his body. Shoving your face into his neck, his fingers dance over your clit. He thrusts up into you, his cock bottoming out as his fingers pinch your clit, and you cum. You screamed as you felt yourself clench around him, his hips piston faster.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Squeeze my cock until it's filling you with my cum." He panted, pushing his cum deep into you as you both finish riding your orgasms out.

Exhaustion took over both of you, Jungkook having yet to pull out from you. Your hands flatten along his back, feeling it rise and fall, hot skin under your palms. He burrows his face into the space between your shoulder and neck, making you smile. It was hard to breathe with his weight on top of you, but you didn't want this to end. You worked to get small and short breaths, not wanting to push the tired man off of you. His teeth sink into your neck, making you jolt and all your muscles contract.

"Y/N, you keep squeezing my cock like that and I'm gonna fuck you again." He spoke softly, lips brushing against your neck.

You squeaked at his words, feeling him shift. He pushed your legs up just a little so he could slip out of you comfortably. He places them so that they're still parted as he stands up. "Kook...?"

"Just wait." He spoke gently as he walked into the bathroom. The faucet could be heard, and a few seconds later, Jungkook walks back in, reclaiming his spot between your legs.

He presses a damp wash cloth to your pussy, dragging it through your folds. You hiss at the feeling, "It's cold..."

"I know, baby." He says as he gently wipes you with the washcloth again.

"You could've used warm water." You grumbled, turning your head, but Jungkook grabbed your face to make you look at him again.

"You're going to be sore enough as is. The cold water might help." His voice was soft and soothing, a contrast from how he was talking just a few minutes ago.

He discarded of the washcloth, laying down beside you after, pulling your spent body to his chest. You laid there in silence, basking in the afterglow from your actions. His fingertips traced shapes on your skin, "I love you..."

You froze, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. "You...love me?"

He chuckled, "Of course I do. I was a fucking idiot back then. I didn't know what I had lost until it was gone. You are not something I want to lose ever again."

You cuddled closer, the feeling of contentment washing over you. "I love you too..."

***

Mistakes do get made. Everyone makes mistakes. Luckily for you, your mistake of sleeping with Jungkook ended up in your favor. You still don't know how you went from crying on your bathroom floor because of him, to crying in bed with him because of how good he treated you. You were his special person. And he wasn't ever going to let you go again.

Edit: Hi Everyone! This is the final chapter of Tattooed Hearts. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I already have some more ideas for future stories, and please don't be afraid to give ideas for a series you want to see in the future! I love you all very much, thank you for all the support for this story. I look forward to seeing you in the future with my new stories :)

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[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞... 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 ���𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Inspired by this~

☆彡༄

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (??)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐣𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫), 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞), 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞), 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 - 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚), 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐦), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦 - 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐈𝐕), 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐔

𝟏𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.“

Bang Chan was insufferable. There was nothing that annoyed you more than a stupid playboy who would do anything to get his dick wet and assumed that he was better than everyone because he was good at sport. Chan ticked all the boxes. At least, he appeared to.

“[name], please stay behind class. You too, Chan. I need to speak with you both about something” the teacher announced just before the bell went. You rolled your eyes, what could the teacher possibly want with you and him?

“Miss [name], you’re here because I want you to tutor Chan over here since he is almost failing every single subject and, you’re our best student here in this college. It would also get you some extra credit, boost you to an A+ !”

He has GOT to be joking. He cannot possibly think that YOU could waste your time on some stupid basketball boy like Bang Chan. Screw all of this, you didn’t need extra credit, you could get the A+ by yourself, study harder, you know?

“Sure, I can do that” Fuck. Why did you say that? Well, damage is done now. I mean sure, it was true that you did have a tinyyyyyy crush on him but like, how could you not? I mean look at him. Stupid, pretty blonde hair and stupid, pretty brown eyes. But, as soon as he opened his mouth, everything was ruined.

It was late, about 7pm. Chan had FINALLY decided to show up to your dorm, 2 hours after planned. So, you were already pissed off and you hadn’t listened to his bullshit excuse for being late yet.

“Why are you so late, Chan?” you questioned. “Sorry, I was with a girl” he said slyly, smirking as if he was the only person ever getting girls. “Ugh, grow up. Sit down at the desk, all of the books are laid out” you said and pointed to a chair.

He rolls his eyes before dropping his backpack on the floor next to your Dr Marten shoes and slumping down on the chair you had pointed to previously. “Charming” you spoke sarcastically.

You started going over the work and trying to explain it as simply as you could and yet, he was still not fucking understanding. You started getting frustrated after an hour of him being incompetent and you know, you know that you shouldn’t get mad at someone for not understanding work however, it’d be a lot easier if he was actually LISTENING.

“Hey, are you even fucking listening?” you shouted at him. Admittedly you came off a bit more aggressive than you meant to. “Shit, I didn’t realise the kitty had claws.” he said, which you think was supposed to wind you up but it was actually just really cringey. “Never fucking say that again, now pay attention” you reply. “Well maybe it’ll be easier to pay attention if you weren’t so boring” he retaliated.

You stood up hastily and walked over to him, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid and you thought with your head instead of your dick, you’d get the fucking work and we wouldn’t have to keep going over it!”

He clearly didn’t expect this attitude from you as he was left mouth open with a faint blush on his cheeks. And, that’s when you realised. He was hard.

“Are you fucking hard?” you ask the obvious. And, I MEAN OBVIOUS. Poor boy had gotten so painfully hard over you yelling at him, I mean it’s pathetic really.

“It’s not my fucking fault, I can’t control what it does!” he shouts back. You slap him across the face, “you’re gonna have to watch how you fucking speak to me if you want me to help you.”

He nods meekly and keeps his head down in attempt to hide the flush present on his cheeks. “Now what we’re gonna do is… I’m gonna touch your stupid dick and ask you a random trivia question. If you get the question right, I’ll speed up. You get it wrong, I’ll slow down. If I have to get to the point where I stop, I stop for good and you get out of my fucking dorm. Okay?” you suggest. He nods once more.

You unzipped his baggy jeans and pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out and start pumping it at a neutral pace. “I’ll start off easy, English Language class, what is this difference between a simile and a metaphor?” you question.

“S-shit um… simile is when you use ‘like’ o-or ‘as’ and… fuck… a metaphor is when you say something is- ah- something else” he answered, broken up by shivered breathes, small mewls and cusses. “Yes, well done, baby.” you said and sped up; he gasped and his back arched at the new speed.

“Next question… history class. What year did the Berlin Wall fall?” you quiz again. “FUCK, I don’t know… shitshitshit… 1981?” he guesses. “Wrong.”

You slow back down, so much so that his climax - of which he was about 30 seconds away - disappeared almost immediately. “Fuck you” he cusses at you. Smack. The harsh feeling elicits a needy whine from the boy below you. “Are you getting off on me hurting you? You’ll get off of anyone or anything touching your tiny dick won’t you? You’re such a fucking whore.”

His head falls back, the lack of pleasure is driving him crazy and feelings of need cloud his mind. “One last question, this decides whether I stop or, you get to finish, okay?” he nods, not really comprehending any words you said but just deciding to agree anyway.

“Geography class, which two countries have the longest shared international border?” you ask. For a minute or two he really has to rack his empty brain. He then has a lightbulb moment, “Canada and the US!” he almost shouts. “Good boy” you sped up again, moving at an almost inhuman pace. He jaw falls slack as he is overwhelmed with the new found friction.

“Shitshitshit, can I cum? Can I cum, please [name], pleaseeee” you can’t help but giggle at the boy’s desperation. “Go on then, cum for me, bitch” you say mockingly. He whispers a string of ‘thank you’s’ before letting out a high-pitched moan and finally releasing thick spurts of cum. “Holy shit” he cusses.

“Go and get in the shower, you’re covered in sweat and cum. I don’t need that in my dorm” you smile patronisingly at him, “I’ll get you spare clothes.”

“I wasn’t with a girl before, you know? I was just scared to come over…” he told you before heading to your bathroom. “Come with me, I’ll pay you back…”

“Pay me back by paying attention in class” You roll your eyes, continuing to follow him into the shower regardless.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

- 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 💋

[estebanocon]

Ok, here's my recap of seeing Esteban over the Singapore GP! I've been attending every Singapore GP since 2017 and have supported Esteban each year. For me the highlight from this year was finding out that not only does he recognise my face, he also knows my name. 🥹

The video above is a compilation from two days: Thursday and Saturday. Full story below the cut. 👇

PRE-RACE WEEKEND / ESTEBAN'S BIRTHDAY

I've been travelling since late July and my flight back to Singapore from Vancouver was actually on Esteban's birthday. I had already committed to editing a video to celebrate his achievements at Alpine. Some of you (bless y'all, seriously) answered my open call for art/video/message submissions and I spent the afternoon before my flight putting it together. I'm happy I got it done and I was even happier when Esteban commented thanking us for it just before I got on my plane. You can watch the video on Instagram here.

THURSDAY

A.K.A. The day after I arrived back in Singapore after 2 months on the road and a 16-hour time difference. I have no idea how I wasn't severely jetlagged lol.

I got to the paddock entrance after 1pm, early enough to still get a spot in front of the barrier, but gosh there were so many people this year. Either F1 has really exploded in popularity (especially with the younger generation) or we just have more fans from overseas coming to Singapore for the race (why tho, it's so hot y'all). Luckily I had a friend with me and he was kind enough to help me take videos when Esteban arrived.

My friend hadn't hit record yet so the video missed Esteban saying "good to see you again, how are you doing?", and you can scroll back up for the rest. ☺️ He thanked me after I asked if he'd seen the birthday video and then there was an awkward moment when I didn't know if we were doing a fist bump or a handshake but man's a gentleman and didn't make me feel weird about it. 🫠

I don't know why after seeing him so many times I still get nervous but I was, and I struggled to take the cap off my marker so he could sign my cap. He very kindly took it from me to open it himself but my marker betrayed me and wasn't working properly (now that I think about it, it also happened the very first time I asked him to sign my hat back in 2017 🤡). Thankfully the girl next to me offered her red marker which actually worked (though Este stabbed the life out of it first to be sure). 🙏

I initially wanted to hang around in the evening with some friends who were coming after the pitlane walk. But at 7pm it was already super crowded and I don't even know why (all the drivers, TPs and media are already in the paddock at this point and won't come out till late that night). So yeah, I just went home to not tire myself out before the race weekend actually started.

FRIDAY

I've accumulated quite a bit of merch since last year so I was bringing a different one on each day for him to sign haha. In the selfie I'm wearing a shirt he signed the day before.

I normally try not to take up too much of his time because he always does his best to make sure all the fans get something from him. I only had one shirt for him to sign but after he did, he continued standing in front of me so I just took out my phone for this picture and then he went on his way. Este is bestie fr. 😭🫶

I didn't hang around outside the paddock again on Friday night because I went to watch OneRepublic. ✨

SATURDAY

The best day for me because this was when I managed to get most of my selfies (including with Mick, who I missed on Thursday because he came with Esteban and obv I have priorities) and also because Esteban managed to drag the car out of Q1. 👏

It was also a good day because I asked Esteban if he could write my name on the cap and as I was trying to spell it out for him, he cut me off because he knew, he just didn't see it was me at first because some guy had draped a huge flag over my friend and me for him to sign. 😭🫶

We tried to wait outside the paddock after qualifying but they started chasing us out at 12am and since they had armed police out in full view, we decided to not fk around and find out. (At previous SGPs they'd stay in the van so we never actually saw them.) Also didn't help that Esteban chose that moment to leave so people started mobbing him and even though he tried to stop at first, security physically pushed him to the exit. 🥲 (which was probably for the best tbh)

SUNDAY

I actually gave Este the wrong hat to write my name on (I wanted him to write it on the cap from his store, not the Alpine one) so I had to ask him again and he kindly obliged.

That night I was lucky to catch him just before he left the circuit, there were some fans running alongside him because he wasn't stopping but he stopped when he saw me. 😭🫶 I got a quick hug and he said see you next year so I guess the greedy mfs at SGP are going to continue getting my money smh.

BONUS ESTE'S BESTIES

Here's a picture of stuff I got signed by Este, as well as some gifts I got from other Esteban fans! And also, a picture of me and Fiq who I met for the first time on race day.

[wheeboo]

fighting! | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which seungkwan gives you a boost of morning motivation. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.01k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’  track 01: now playing ‘fighting!’ track 02: lunch  track 03: 7pm

Buttoning up the final button of your outfit, you give a glance at yourself in the mirror and let out a tired sigh. It was too early in the morning for this𑁋to be called into work on a day you expected to have off only to go home at the late hours of the evening. There wasn't much to be done about it, and when you told your boyfriend about it, he nearly called your workplace to threaten with a complaint since he had initially made plans to spend the day with you.

Luckily, you stopped him.

You exit out of your shared bedroom, greeted with the pleasant aroma of coffee and breakfast to your nostrils. Making your way into the main living area, you catch a glance of Seungkwan hovering at one of the large windows, his signature iced americano in his hands as he basked in the morning sunlight. A smile crosses your face as you make your way towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

You place a brief kiss to his cheek. "Good morning, boo."

"Good morning, sweetheart," He turns towards you, noticing your half-opened eyes. "I made you some pancakes and coffee."

"You know me so well." You sit yourself down at the dining table, taking in the sweet sight of the pancakes and coffee, just the way you like it.

The two of you sit across from each other as Seungkwan rambles on about his plans for the day since he will basically be alone for most of it since you will be at work. You could only listen to his sweet voice, chuckling quietly to how he expressive he is, like how his hands move as if conveying his words. This was something you always looked forward to when spending time with him𑁋just listening to him talk is as joyful as everything you two do together. And it's even better now that you live together.

Well, in a way, you technically have been living together if you count all the times Seungkwan has claimed a spot in your former apartment. You wanted to take a nap in your bed? Sure, let's take a nap in our bed. Seungkwan claimed he is rarely possessive, but you both know that was a bit of a white lie.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to free today up. I know you made plans for us together," You say, taking a sip of your coffee. "I just wish they, you know, communicated with me. I mostly have this day off, but they clocked me in just yesterday."

Seungkwan shakes his head and reaches over, placing his hand over yours. "My plans are going nowhere, Y/N. We have tomorrow off, so don't worry too much, okay?" Hearing his voice all soft and soothing makes your heart swell. He always knew the right words to reassure you, even if he playfully scolded you at times for not taking care of your health or for worrying too much about little things. "Plus, I'll make a special lunch delivery for you."

Your eyes widen to his words. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm not letting you sulk in that office chair for the next ten or so hours. Besides, it gives me an excuse to visit you, and you know I would never pass up that opportunity."

The serious yet playful tone on his voice elicits a chuckle from your lips, and it gives Seungkwan a boost of satisfaction. He knows you aren't a morning person like he is𑁋the most he can do is to try and make you feel motivated or just the tiny bit of happiness. After all, he is the self-proclaimed moodmaker.

"And tonight, I'll run a warm bath for you and relieve all that tension and stress so that tomorrow, you can be freshened up for our date. I have a lot of things planned for us and I know you wanted to try that new restaurant that opened across the city."

Your posture perks up to his ideas, catching a glimpse of the proud smirk plastered on his face. Now you know you had to get through the day in order to come back home. Gosh, he really is your human vitamin.

"Thank you, Kwannie," You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a small, grateful kiss to his knuckles. "I love you so much."

Seungkwan feels his ears trickle red. He would never admit the effect you have on him. "I love you too."

Once you finish breakfast and putting your plate away, you swiftly grab your bag and belongings as Seungkwan cleans the table and approaches you right after. You look at yourself on the camera of your phone before noticing Seungkwan right in front of you.

"How do I look?" You ask him.

Seungkwan takes a long, observant look over your outfit from the top of your head and ends of your toes, tilting his head cutely in thought. Then he steps closer and pushes back some hair from your face and adjusts your collar, before meeting his lips with yours for another kiss, catching you off-guard. For a moment, you nearly forget about all the worries you had for today.

"Absolutely stunning as always and ready to conquer the day," he responds, hands rubbing comfortably on your forearms. "Text me when you get there, okay? I'll meet you up later during your lunch break."

You nod in response, giving him an appreciative smile. It took everything in your power to not throw your bag down on the floor and just stay inside with him, but you knew you couldn't do that. There was a rush of motivation flowing within your veins that you just have utilise before it disappears entirely. And all of it stemmed directly from Seungkwan.

He unlocks the door for you and watches you step out. You look back at him a few times, offering a wave of your hand.

"Fighting, baby!" You hear Seungkwan call out loudly, as if announcing to the entire word his formidable and underlying love and affection towards you. "You'll do great today! I love you!"

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 18

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4.2k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Warnings: love is *maybe?* in the air

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, October 31 (series masterpost here)

You are running late. 

Throwing a glance at your watch, the clock strikes closer to 7pm. Luckily enough, it was a Friday night, meaning you weren’t particularly concerned with needing to wake up the next morning for work. 

That and the fact you had finally handed in your resignation for your job as a waitress, no longer needing to work long and physically demanding shifts when your paycheck had become heftier. 

However, you had gotten caught up in your work, leaving you late as a result. Racing home instantly, your mind is a disarray, unsure of what to wear. You ended up spending time fretting over it, clothes being tossed around and discarded when you realized they were too professional. 

So you’re here now – dressed in a simple pink dress with a white blazer, heels on and hair a bit styled. The bus is as packed as ever, and you’re hoping no one with heavier shoes accidentally steps on you. 

For you wanted to look a bit nice, because well– 

You’re not going to be alone for this event. 

“A play?”

Yuna nods, pointing to the flyer in your hands. “It’s for school.” 

“And you’re going to be acting in it?” 

“I’m one of the leads.” 

“Yuna, that’s incredible!” Euphoria fills you, ecstatic with your sister getting involved in some extracurriculars. “I’ll be there for sure.” 

You tuck away the paper into your bag, but Yuna awkwardly teeter-totters, averting her eyes.

You raise a brow, “What’s wrong?” 

“Could the handsome man come?” She brings up within a heartbeat, eyes wide, “The one who came with you to my school.”

“You want to invite Jin?” Astonishment is weaved into your voice. Sure, she knew about him and had seen him a handful of times, but to invite him? 

You would have never expected for your sister to instigate him coming as well, especially to an event like this. 

“I-I’m not too sure about that, Yuna.” 

“Please.” She insists, and you frown at the action, not noticing the twinkle in her eyes. 

Letting out a sigh, you know how difficult it is saying no to her. 

“Okay, let me try calling him.” You reassure and Yuna’s eyes light up, much to your confusion. 

Dragging out your phone, you search for his number. The circumstance of you obtaining it is rather odd – with you asking him for it when you had tried to ensure he wouldn’t continuously escape during his training, to eventually exchanging texts in locating each other within the office. 

Yet, you never imagined calling casually like this. 

He picks up on the second ring. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi Jin, it’s me.” You warmly greet, but then you hear a rather loud thud on the other side, concern hitching in your voice, “Jin?”

“Yes, I’m here!” He proclaims a bit loudly, before his voice dips into disbelief, “You called me.” 

“I did.” You laugh, wondering why he was so bewildered. 

But you shake your head, continuing on, “Listen, I was wondering…are you free tomorrow night?” 

He doesn’t miss a second to respond. “I am!” 

“Oh, uh, so–” Your eyes come into contact with Yuna’s, who's staring at you optimistically. It makes you want to smile, but your voice is small as you continue, “If you have the time– um only if you have time, of course.” You quickly clarify, “Yuna’s school is having a play that I’m going to, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me…” 

At the abrupt silence, you chew on your bottom lip, wondering if the request was too much. “You don’t have to come, Yuna just asked me and really wanted–” 

“Text me the address and time.” He declares, “I’ll be there.”

“Oh, okay...” You can only respond a bit wide-eyed, watching Yuna in front of you. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“See you, Y/N.”

With that, you had ended the call. Your gaze lingers on your phone, a line forming in between the brows. Yuna on the other hand, can’t contain her enthusiasm, rushing over to you and proclaiming that she’ll have tickets ready for you and that no matter what, you needed to come together. You had faintly smiled at that, agreeing to fulfill all of her requests. 

Which you do so, exiting the bus with a huff and glancing both ways on the road before crossing. The grip on your purse tightens, your heels clunking against the pavement as you attempt to jog over to the theatre that would be hosting the school play. 

Thankfully, you reach the corner, halting your steps in an attempt to catch your breath. Glancing up, there’s a tall silhouette in the distance that you recognize right away. 

“Jin!” You call out, taking slow steps towards him. He spins around, pupils wide until they land on your form. 

He’s dressed in a light blue blazer, brown hair pushed back. There’s a bouquet of flowers in his hand, assorted from light pink roses to white peonies. 

A small smile curls on your lips, “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” 

“It’s okay.” He smiles brightly, eyes sparkling, “They haven't started yet.”

A sigh of relief immediately leaves you, but then–

“That dress looks really nice on you.” 

“Oh, thanks.” You bashfully grin, not quite expecting for him to compliment you. “You look nice too.” 

You acknowledge it as well, chest fluttering from the fact that he dressed so nicely just to accompany you. 

His gaze shines from the comment, shoulders slumping down. A deep exhale leaves him. 

“Thanks.” 

You quirk up a brow, puzzlement arising from his actions. 

If only Jin could tell you what he’s been through. 

The phone rings loudly within the bedroom, startling the slumbing man awake. He was in the midst of getting some shut eye, both his body and mind utterly drained from the lengthy work day. 

With a groan, he topples over, hand reaching out to grab the blaring device. 

“Hello?” He croaks. 

There’s a thunderous voice on the other end that immediately infiltrates his ears. 

“Namjoon!” Jin huffs, “I need your help!” 

“Help?” He inquires baffled. 

It was outside of office hours, meaning this was personal. 

Namjoon sighs, dragging himself up into a seating position. 

“What happened?” 

“Check your messages!” 

He glances around, attempting to locate his glasses. Once he retrieves them, he squints for a couple of seconds, lowering his brightness and locating the plethora of messages his phone has been spammed with. 

There’s multiple pictures. All ranging from various blazers to different types of shoes.

“Jin, what is this?” He truthfully wonders, only to get another message with the image of an entire closet. 

“Did you get it?” Jin hurriedly questions, to which Namjoon sleepily hums, “Thank god, I was about to lose my mind.”

Namjoon waits for his explanation, “Remember when you said I might have feelings for Y/N? When I was experiencing my symptoms?” 

He hums, “Well, I have to agree with you.” 

“You got out of the denial quicker than I expected.” Jin lets out a loud ‘Yah!’ at his words, which has Namjoon smiling, “So what’s troubling you now?” 

“I don’t know how to say this but,” He exhales, “I think Y/N lowkey asked me out…on a date.” 

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “But I can’t figure out how to dress for it!” 

“Hence all the pictures.” All the dots finally begin to connect. Namjoon flickers through the pictures, a pondering finger resting against his chin. “Why don’t you just wear what you wear to work?” 

“See, this is the problem–” Jin breaks it down, “I look good in everything I wear, the problem is I don’t know what to wear to impress Y/N.”

Namjoon chuckles underneath his breath. “Hey, I’m being serious!” 

“Of course.” He endearingly retaliates. 

In the next span of an hour, Namjoon is granted the opportunity of getting familiar with potentially every single article of clothing Jin owns. At one point, he unintentionally dozes off, to which Jin combats with loudly wondering if the former was still listening to him, jolting him awake again. 

“Well, what do you think about this one?” 

Namjoon blinks wide-eyed, “Do you own the same blazer in ten different colours?” 

Jin averts his eyes, chuckling. “Maybe.” 

“How about that one?” He points to a blazer he sees in the background and Jin swivels, locating it immediately. “It seems casual and it has a lighter colour, I think it looks less like work attire and more so something you could wear for a date.” 

His words echo into silence, drawing out longer than expected. Namjoon furrows his brows, wondering if it was possibly either he was left alone on the line or if he was going to hear protests of it being too flashy.

“Jin?” 

“Namjoon…” The next words have him laughing. “You are a genius.” 

“Glad I could help out.” He quips. 

It’s not long before Jin gets dressed within a flash, a long list of repeated thank you’s profusely being given to him. The phone call ends, and Namjoon immediately resumes his much needed slumber. 

After getting dressed, Jin head’s over immediately, having spent too much time debating over his entire closet. He scoops up a mixed bouquet on his way, asking immediately if they can wrap it up for him and the lady remarks if he’s going somewhere special, seeing him dressed for the occasion. 

He brightly grins, responding that she was right. He comes fifteen minutes early, eyes brimming with eagerness and searching around you. A couple of minutes pass when he gets a text message from you, saying that you were running late. He tells you not to worry, content with waiting a little longer. 

Which takes him back to the present, his name being called as he swivels around, seeing you in a breathtaking pink dress and white blazer. 

***

“Jin?” 

His content eyes blink, your hand waving in front of him to break him out of his daze. He abruptly clears his throat, throwing you a charming smile. 

“Sorry about that.” 

You smile in relief, checking your watch. “Let’s head in, it should be starting soon.” 

Moving your feet forward, you are about to enter the theatre when a tug at your wrist suddenly stops you. Twirling around, your eyebrows snap together at the abrupt stop. 

Jin tenderly smiles at you, reaching into the inner pocket of his blazer. You watch as he pulls out a single pink rose, wrapping your fingers around it. 

You are frozen, staring at the stunning flower in your hands. 

“Jin, this is–” He continues to smile at you, taking a step forward. 

You’re almost taken back from the gesture, but he simply presses a hand on your back, guiding you to move. 

“We don’t want to miss Yuna’s play, now do we?” 

All you can do is nod, letting him take you by his side as you grip the blooming pink rose in your hands. 

To say the theatre is crowded, is one sure of an understatement. 

There’s people everywhere – from various groups of children and teenagers tonight clumped together with teachers, to parents, siblings, and friends taking their seats within the venue. There’s a grandiose stage centered at the front that’s draped with lengthy red curtains. It’s accompanied with red seats in rows of ten, going alongside the length of the room till they stop at the back doors. 

You and Jin find your seats immediately, located closer to rows in the front. You had showcased your tickets to the security guard at the front before stepping in, very proudly remarking that you were here to see your sister perform amongst the huge stage. 

Sitting down, your eyes flicker around the entire venue, attempting to see if you can find Yuna anywhere. To your dismay, her group doesn’t seem to have entered yet and your assumption is that she’s still behind the curtain. 

“Mom, you came!” 

Your gaze snaps into the direction of the little girl in front of you, looking to be between the ages of eleven to twelve. Her mother is in front of her, smiling ear to ear as she hugs her. There is an older man standing behind her, the young girl whipping around and hugging him immediately after. 

“Dad!” 

The man chuckles, before lifting her up as she squeals. The three of them laugh, eyes crinkling and smiles brimming with warmth. 

A lop-sided smile coats your lips, gaze shifting into complete nostalgia. 

“Y/N?”

Jin’s voice tugs you out of it, head swiveling to your right. 

You stare at him in confusion, but he points to your eyes and you don’t even notice the lone tear that slips out from one of them. 

“Oh–” You awkwardly raise your hands, face flushing with the realization. Jin is quick, grabbing a tissue from his pocket before he hands it over to you. 

You gratefully accept it, dabbing it against your welled over eyes. Letting out a sniffle, you fold the tissue and keep it to the side, eyes diverting from the family. 

“You miss them?” Jin quietly inquires, gaze still on you. 

“I guess I still do,” You let out a strained chuckle, eyes coming into contact with his, “Thank you, by the way. For coming.” 

You sigh, “All Yuna really has left now is me, and although I’d like to think I try my best, situations like this are never easy.” 

You point to the plethora of families surrounding you, congratulating their children for the achievement. 

“You’re a great sister, Y/N.” Jin states, much to your surprise. “I know it isn’t easy for Yuna, but it hasn’t been easier for you either, and yet you still try to give Yuna everything you can.” 

Warmth spreads through your chest at that, not really expecting any praise in return for your actions. In fact, you’ve been criticized a lot, having to fight off relatives who always thought they could take care of Yuna better than you. You acknowledge that you’re not perfect as a caregiver, but that you would do your very best for Yuna just as she deserved before your parents passed. 

Jin leans in closer, whispering. “I should also take this time to point out, it wouldn’t do a lot of harm if you actually looked after yourself every now and then.” 

That draws a chuckle out of you and Jin grins, watching you shake your head at his comment. 

It’s not long before the lights dim, an announcer coming up to inform everyone to take their seats. Jin glances down at his phone, turning it off completely so he isn’t bombarded with emails from work and you do the same as well.

Leaning back into your seat, the play begins. 

***

It’s magnificent. 

Beginning with opening acts of other groups of children, they act out short fairytale stories and you’re taken by surprise by how seamlessly they embody the characters. It leads into the main performance – the story eventually morphing as a set of new characters come on and the play begins. 

The scenes unfold one by one and you come to realize you know this story very well. In fact, it was a story that you used to read to Yuna all the time when she was younger. 

Cinderella – a classic in fairytales. You watch as the girl portraying Cinderella shows up, appearing widely innocent and naive, casted to do the ill service from her step-mother and step-sisters. Your eyes flicker, curious to see where your sister is as more characters pool in. 

A wild crackle has your eyes enlarging. 

Yuna stands, draped in a long dress with a big smirk, watching the girl playing Cinderella clean. 

Your adorable younger sister is one of the evil step-sisters. 

You watch in complete awe as Yuna’s expressions change throughout the play, showcasing dismay to Cinderella, to arguing with her step-mother and step-sisters, to fawning evilly over the Prince, even hugging him at one point to Cinderella's annoyance. 

You watch in a mix of memorization and perplexity, wondering how on earth the meek girl that would hesitate to speak to you directly and would bottle emotions up, was expressing them on a wonderful wavelength throughout the play. 

The end draws near, and Cinderella and the Prince live happily ever after. 

You immediately stand, hands loudly clapping and a giant smile gracing your features. You watch Yuna’s wide eyes flicker over the audience, taking in their faces carefully before they land on you and Jin, both of you cheering for her. 

She breaks out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on her, her hand waving at you eagerly. 

You wave back at her, awe-stricken by just how much talent your younger sister has. 

***

You and Jin linger by the stage, waiting for Yuna to come back from changing out of her costume.

“I can’t believe she did that,” You remark, “She told me how she wanted to try drama, but I didn’t know she was this good.” 

You recall it all – how at one of the dinners you had recently spent together, Yuna had brought the topic up. She had just expressed an interest up until that point, but when you had suddenly heard that she wanted to participate in drama and was planning to act in a play, you were astonished and couldn’t wait for the opportunity to see her talent showcased. 

“She is really good.” Jin replies, “And she’s the first person who’s called me handsome in front of you, so she definitely has a keen eye.” 

You laugh at that and his eyes fondly crinkle, but then there’s a weight being thrown in your direction. 

“Y/N!” 

“Yuna!” You exclaim, form wrapping around her and hugging her immediately. “You were incredible!” 

She giggles in your arms, a huge grin on her lips. It mimics the expression you hold, and Yuna turns, noticing Jin.

“It’s the handsome man!” Jin glances at you, quirking an amused brow. You simply roll your eyes playfully. 

“Here, these are for you.” He hands Yuna the bouquet he had been holding with a smile and she looks at the various flowers with wide eyes, “Congratulations on the play, you were great at acting up there.” 

“Thank you.” She accepts them, turning to you and showcasing them. You warmly smile, eyes coming up to lock with Jin’s. 

“Thank you.” You respond as well, to which Jin shakes his head and waves it off. 

“Shall we get going?” You raise your hand for Yuna to grab on and Jin turns, attempting to fish his keys out from his pocket. 

Yuna grasps on, another giggle escaping her. You peek at her in curiosity and she whispers, low enough for you to still hear. 

“It almost feels like Mom and Dad are picking me up.” 

You blink wide-eyed, a flush creeping up to your features. “I-Is that so?” 

You grip onto Yuna’s hand, following Jin towards the exit. However what you don’t notice is that despite whispering, Jin was still close enough to the two of you. 

He focuses down on his keys, trying to hold back the small smile lining his lips. 

You arrive home within half an hour, watching Jin pull up to your apartment complex. He opens the door for Yuna, letting her slip out before proceeding to come over to your side. 

You smile softly as he reaches out his hand, letting you take it as you attempt to balance yourself on your heels. 

Heading to your front door, Yuna glances at the two of you. 

“Thank you both for coming to see me.” Her gaze lands on you, “I’m really happy, Y/N.” 

“I’m glad to hear that.” You smile, drawing closer to her, “Mom and Dad would be so proud of you if they were here.” 

Yuna somberly nods at that, “But I have to say, I’m not too sure how they would have taken the scene where you hugged the Prince.” 

You laugh as Yuna scoffs, shaking her head. 

Placing a hand on her shoulder, you whisper, “I know I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you before because of my jobs, but I am looking forward to seeing Actor Yuna in the future.” 

Yuna grins, before there’s a twinkle in her eyes. She leans to the side, eyes landing on Jin behind you. 

“Speaking of jobs…” She lets out a low yawn, despite barely a hint of tiredness appearing on her features. “I think it’s time for me to go to sleep. Maybe you two could stay out here for a while?” 

Your features contort, wondering what she meant. But then a small smile flashes on her face and it’s not long before she's turning to the door, ‘bumping’ into you on the way in. 

You immediately stagger and Jin reaches out, grasping onto you before you can fall. Your gazes fixate on each other, much to Yuna’s amusement. 

“My bad! Sorry, Y/N!” She doesn’t even try to suppress her snicker, the door shutting behind her promptly. 

You already have a mouthful of words prepared for her, but then Jin awkwardly clears his throat and you’re brought back to the position you’re currently in. 

Separating from him in an instant, you can’t avoid hiding the crimson that creeps onto your face. 

Jin is the first to speak up. “Should we go for a walk?” 

Eyes snapping up, you’re about to retort that maybe you could go back in, but upon recalling Yuna’s antics, you decide that his suggestion was possibly a better one. 

“Sure.” 

***

You and Jin walk side by side across the pavement, only a couple of buildings away from your apartment. The night has settled in, a cool breeze nipping at your skin as the moon shines down upon you. 

It’s not like how you’re at work – working alongside each other as coworkers and to a certain extent, good friends. It’s not like how you were seated alongside each other at the play, observing scenes that are external to yourself or paying attention to Yuna’s acting. 

Your grip tightens on the blooming pink rose in your hands, holding it close to you. 

“I liked the scene with the Prince.” Jin abruptly mentions, capturing your attention amidst the lingering quietness. “Yuna was kind of funny in those scenes.” 

You recall it – how the step-sister tried to grab the Prince’s attention. Yuna decided to hug him, showcasing a cheeky look to Cinderella that made you want to laugh. 

“She was really funny.” You lightly snicker, “She has a good sense of humor, but it doesn’t come out as much because of her quiet personality.” 

“Sounds a lot like her sister.” He retorts, causing you to scoff.

“I’m not quiet.” 

“No, you’re quite the opposite.” He cheekily grins, “You don’t know how to have fun.” 

Your mouth falls agape and Jin bursts out laughing. 

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your features. He always manages to somehow jab at you in such a playful way. 

“Well, what about you then?” You interject, cockiness brimming in your eyes as you wave the rose in front of him, like it was a wand. “Mr. I’m-so-handsome-all-the-time.” 

He pointedly brings up, “Just because you don’t acknowledge it doesn’t mean it’s not true.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave off, throwing a glance at him. 

Although he brings it up constantly and to an almost annoying extent, you have to admit the light blue looks really nice on him. A couple of strands from his pushed back hair fall down his forehand, a giant lazy smile settling on his lips. His hands are tucked away in his pockets, the moonlight lining his profile and casting around his tall silhouette. 

A knowing rises on your lips, and it only takes mere seconds for the words to finally tumble out. 

“You know what, you might just be right.” You chuckle, “You are pretty handsome.” 

Your feet move forward, heels hitting the pavement ever so slightly. Hands remaining behind your back, you realize that you’re only one walking. 

“Jin?” You call out, wondering why the man wasn’t beside you. 

Swiveling around, your gaze lands on him. 

He’s frozen in place. 

His eyes are fixated on you, irises enlarged. The moonlight reflects away from him, thankfully not showcasing the profuse crimson scattered all over his features.

“Jin?” 

You’re left standing in bewilderment, his voice breaking the silence. 

“I-I need to ask you something.” 

“What is it?” 

Jin sucks in a breath, willing all of his confidence together. “I want to do this again.” 

“Again?” You take a step closer to him, “Jin, this was Yuna’s play. I’m not sure when she'll have another on–”

“That’s not what I meant.” He cuts you off and takes another step closer, closing the gap between you. “I mean I want to do this again.” He gestures to the two of you, “Be able to take you out again.”

You blink, mouth falling ajar. 

“W-What are you saying?” 

The corner of his mouth curls. Reaching out, he holds onto your hand, his own curving around the rose he’s given you. 

“What I’m trying to say is– ” His grip tightens, “I want to take you out on an actual date, Y/N.”

[soft-persephone]

Writing Club

A request by @nerdieforpedro featuring a snippet of her own writing!! So in a way, it’s a collab!💞🫶🏾

WC: 1.9k //T-M: Read at your own risk. (Just a tiny snippet of smut. Very tiny, but it’s there) // fluff, extra soft but it’s Nick Miller soft // masterlist

Nick pulled at the collar of the polo he was wearing.

It was Schmidt’s.

It was too new and too bright in color. Nothing at all like his well worn, loved and used shirts he used too. He wasn’t a complete animal and knew how to take care of his clothes.

“It’s mint green,” Schmidt said apologetically as he handed it to him.

Nick was only half listening, as he took the shirt from Schmidt before he finally realized what he said. “What?” He turned his nose up in disgust, undoubtedly frowning.

“What are you sorry for?” He was genuinely confused.

“Mint green is a spring color!” Schmidt immediately raised his voice to an excruciating level of annoying, “we all know spring colors wash you out! You’re a natural fall!” He waved his hands to emphasize his point.

“Why are you yelling at me?!”

“I just want you to know fall colors make you pop and really flatter the natural glow of your skin! They make your eyes shine!”

“Stop yelling at me!” Nick turned to walk out the door. Taking a breath, he turned around, “Thank you for saying that stuff about my eyes and the colors and stuff, man. I’ve been feeling kinda down about my look lately.”

“You're welcome.” Schmidt nodded and spoke at a normal voice level, and put his hand over his heart. “If you ever want to talk about your look,” he put a hand on Nick’s shoulder, “I will always have the time.”

It would have never been his first choice, at least it had sleeves, even if a bit tight, he wasn’t in the mood to have his arms out. It was a pretty slow night and he didn’t have to worry about fetching any kegs throughout this shift.

It’s going to be an easy day.

He knocked on the wood of the bar. Just in case.

“Hey, do you work here?” A scrawny guy with medium length hair, hipster glasses, and red checkered flannel interrupted his thoughts.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Nick replied casually, throwing the bar towel over his shoulder.

“Do you guys happen to allow meetings or like, group gatherings and stuff.”

“On Thursday nights we have a group of women in here for a book club and wine. Is it something like that?” Nick would have asked if it was a nerd thing like Dungeons and Dragons, but he didn't want to be rude. However, this guy did look like the kids who played when he was growing up.

“Yeah, could we come later today around 7pm? Or is that too early?”

“It's fine man. I’ll set up a space for you guys at 6:30. If I run out of time, “6:45 at the latest.”

The day went by fast and he had the table set up in no time. Luckily for these guys it was a slow night, so it wouldn’t be getting too loud or rowdy throughout the evening for whatever this group was planning to do here.

So far there were only three at the tables he had set up together, and there weren't any weird looking board games or dice pulled out yet, so it was definitely no, to the Dungeons and Dragons thing.

Some had laptops and some had ipads, but they weren't talking to each other at all. One by one they arrived, pulled out a device of some kind, someone even opting out of that part and only using a notebook and a pen. What was going on?

He had to investigate this.

“Uh. . . .Does anyone want a drink?”

“Oh Right, this is a bar.” a curly redhead laughed and few other people at the table.

Weirdos.

Coming back with their drinks, not because he is nice, but because he’s bored and he still has questions.

“What kind of club is this? None of you guys have been looking at each other or talked once.’

“Uh. . .” the red head looked around at everybody else. Two refused to look up, and some were looking just as squirly as Red was.

"It's fanfiction.”

That's when Nick noticed you.

“Cool.'' Nick said it matter of factly and everyone stopped to stare at him.

Fuck, did he say something wrong.

“Or not cool?”

“You’re a writer?” Red looked him up and down.

"And you all look like a bunch of weird nerds who play board games and make believe, but I wasn't going to say that because I'm not a terrible person who judges people, but if you wanna get nasty then we can get nasty about it.”

She put her hands up in defeat and a few people around the table chuckled.

“Sorry about Ashley” glasses from earlier interjected with a wave, “She’s moody and defensive. . .and sensitive.”

“What are you working on?” you interrupted again, this time catching his full attention.

There was something about you. It made his hands sweaty and his heart beat way too fast.

‘Yeah– uh– no, it's. . . a novel.” He watched as you continued to type on our laptop. How you pouted a little as you concentrated. “Zombie detective, Julius Pepperwood.” He didn't feel so comfortable giving the whole spiel as he would with his friends. He barely let them read it,so it would be even more difficult to get a stranger to, but you did pipe out something about fanfiction. He could get behind that.

“I wrote a walking dead fanfiction a while back and I've never gotten another pair of eyes on it. Is there something you guys do here for that? For reading people's stuff?

“Yeah, man, that's what Ivan here is for.” glasses lapped another guy on the back with a grin.

“Sounds like a plan. I get off in 40 minutes.”

That's when he found himself next to you with his legal pad and a gold pencil.

You turned to him with an odd look.

“You can’t be serious.”

There was something cute about the way you looked at him with such perplexed reverence.

“What?” he asked. Still confused despite thinking about how cute you were.

You tsked, grabbing your bag before digging around in it. You practically threw a pen at him.

“Thanks.”

Nick jotted out the plot of the next chapter of his novel. He wasn’t planning on doing any writing around these guys just yet. Besides, they all used fancy laptops, and he didn't know how to feel about that. They seemed too trusting of modern technology.

“NIck, this is dark.” Ivan pushed away the notebook of his old work.

“It's The Walking Dead.”

‘You delve into Rick and Shane’s past, and make their regular lives seem so awful before the virus hits. You’re SHane is way too depressed and . . . its just so fucked up.”

Nick sucked in a breath. He didn’t want to get in too deep about the specifics.

‘It's not dark. . . it's real. Who’s to say that who Rick and Shane became in the apocalypse is who they've been their entire lives. It just took the world ending to see that.” He uncomfortably shrugged his shoulders for emphasis and took a swig of his beer.

“Zombies suck.”

“Ashly!” glasses gave her a lick before apologizing to NIck.

Nick waved him off and shook his head.

“Don’t mind her.” you whispered to him, “All she writes is the same hurt comfort scenario 50 million times like we haven't read it before. I don't even think she notices!”

That made Nick laugh, and you gave him a funny look. Your eyes widen a bit before you push your glasses back onto your face and go back to typing.

“How about you?” it came out way too low and grumbly. He cleared his throat and coughed a little.

Then you looked back at him with a small “hmm.” made his heart flutter. He had to tighten his grip on his beer bottle to keep his toes from curling in his boots.

“What do you write?”

You practically shoved your screen in front of him, moving a little too quickly.

“woah,” he chuckled, “slow down! I promise I'm not going anywhere.”

The Mandalorian did not allow you to finish before he pulled you into his lap as he had done many times before. . . .

That was cool. He liked Star Wars. Kinda. . .He knew of it, but he could take it or leave it, but he wouldn’t tell you that. Maybe if it had zombies?

only this time, he spread your legs wide, exposing the sopping mess that was your pussy. Your hands found his broad back, pulling yourself close to him, but he took hold of your hips once more and lifted you up, lining your folds with his cock again and pulled you down, plunging his full thickness within you at once. The sensation caused another orgasim and he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder, caressing your back as he warmed within you.

“Maker, you’re the perfect place to be Sard’ika. I’ll mold you to my cock. I’ll keep making you sing.” Din licked your ear as he spoke, then kissed your neck. Now you were the one humming softly, but that wasn’t enough. It was much too quiet.

“Let me hear you, Cyar’ika. You’ll give me another song and squeeze won’t you?” His teasing voice was even worse unmodulated and on your neck, his lips marking the words into your skin. It had you continuing to drip on his cock, he felt your walls quivering so he chose that time to thrust upward, moving his large hands under your knees to better lift you.

Your nails scratched his back up and down as he rutted upward, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name, repeatedly and in increasing volume. Eventually your hands made their way back to his beautiful chocolate curls, pulling on them. You felt the rush of blood downward, knowing that you were going to climax again, however this time, Din was looking up at you, his brow drenched in sweat, furrowed and his mouth agape.

Deep brown eyes studying your slack jaw as it formed a smile. He began giving your staggered thrusts before you felt the heat, though not your own. It was his, Din had spread his spend inside of you coating your walls, he called your name as your cunt milked him your all it could, the two of your rigid bodies frozen together before crashing in the middle of the bed. Din did not pull out of you though.

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Nick gave you back your laptop. His eyebrows raising high on his forehead, “What kind of fanfiction are you writing?” He scoffed out a laugh of schock.

“Wouldn't you like to know, vanilla?”

“VANILLA?” Nick scoffed for eat this time.

“Let me tell you lady, you don't know me. There’s nothing vanilla about me.’

“Maybe not about you,” you studied him, “but definitely in your writing.”

This got a lot of ooohs from the table.

“Well prepare to eat those words next week.”

Nick bit the end of his pen in thought.

It was long overdue for Julius and Night to have a special encounter, but he didn’t quite know where to take it, but after reading your little story, he had more than enough ideas.

The Shed.

[violet211221]

Fireworks | Bang Chan

♡ request open: feel free to send me your requests

♡ pairing: bang chan x reader

♡ genre: stable relationship, fluff

♡ word count: 3.4k

♡ short summary: your boyfriend Chan couldn't make it to a New Year's party, but he's got a surprise for you

♡ a/n: this one shot is based on this fake text as inspiration

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"I'm so sorry, baby. I haven't finished the schedule yet." 

You look sadly at the messages that appear on your phone screen. You can practically see Chan quickly typing on his phone, huddled in a corner where no one can see him.  

"I don't know when I'll get there tonight. I'm so sorry." he writes you again.  

You look at the clock. It's 3:22pm, the last day of the year. You and Chan were supposed to go to the New Year's party of a small group of mutual friends, one of the rare occasions when you two show off as a couple. It's still early, right? You two have to be there at 7pm, there's still a chance that Chan will arrive early enough to...  

"But you can go there if you want. You don't have to miss the fun because of me. I promise I'll try to get there as soon as I can." 

Your hope is gone. Your boyfriend just subtly let you know that there was no way he was going to catch this party. And without him, there is no fun for you.  

"Y/n?"  

"I'm here, Channie. I just got out of the shower.” you type back. 

You hate to lie to him, but you don't want to make him feel bad. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to go out with this man. You knew from the beginning how full is his schedule and you were never really upset when he canceled a date. The truth is that you love him so much that you always support his career.  

"Don't worry, love. I will stay at home and wait for you." 

"Are you sure about this?" comes his answer.  

"Very sure. We can have our own party."  

You think for a few moments.  

"Please don't feel guilty. I'm really not mad at all." you add quickly, before he has a chance to type anything.  

And this is the truth. You're not upset that you two don't make it to the party anymore. You are angry because you know Chan feels guilty. You know that every time he has to cancel plans with you, a small piece of his heart breaks and falls. And you would do anything to protect Chan's heart.  

 "I'm a bad boyfriend, right?" he asks you.  

That's exactly what you feared the most. Chan is the best boyfriend you've ever had. Damn, Chan is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. He is always kind and tender with you, always dedicated to you and your needs. Yes, he often cancels dates with you, but he always makes sure to make up for it. In fact, you are extremely proud of all the work he puts in. You have never met a person as hardworking as Chan. Work makes him feel happy and fulfilled, and you can only be happy when his career blooming right in front of your eyes. 

"Don't be so hard with yourself, my love. You always try to take care of all of us. I could never consider you a bad boyfriend. You are the best lover and the most responsible person I know."  

Chan's answer comes after a minute.  

"I think I should be grateful to have you, baby. I should go now. I'll write you later. I love you."  

You type back that you love him too, then leave the phone on the table. Considering that Chan will come home late, you assume that he will be tired and hungry , so you go cook something. Like any ordinary Sunday night.  

Your phone remains silent for several hours until, finally, your lover's name appears on the screen.  

"Put that cute dress on. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes." 

You look at the clock and notice that it's not long until 11pm.  

"But Channie, isn't it too late to go to the party?"  

"You trust me?" 

What kind of question is this? You have so much trust in him that you left your life on this man's hands. 

"Always, Bangbang."

"Then put that dress on you and wait for me. I'll be right there right now. I have a surprise 👀"

You leave him on "seen" and run to do what he asked you to do. You practically throw your clothes off on the fly and you really hear the closet door crack when you open it with a little too much force. You take the purple and shiny dress off the hanger, you put it on and then you rush to the mirror. You don't have time for a new make-up, so all you can do is touch up the simple one you had on during the day. You had just pulled your hair out of your ponytail and were running your hand through it repeatedly to give it some volume when you received another text from Chan.  

"I'll wait for you in the parking lot, right next to your car."  

You don't know why, but your heart starts beating faster. You don't waste time. You put on your shoes and coat and head to the elevator. You can't help but wonder what Chan is planning. Judging by the fact that he is waiting for you in the parking lot of the residential block where you two recently moved, it means he plans to use your car, not just use it as a landmark for you. Which can only mean that he is preparing something really special. Most of the time, you two use the safe company car.  

Because you've never been one to handle surprises well, you keep thinking about it as you make your way from the elevator to the car. But all your thoughts disappear the moment you see Chan.  

He still wears the clothes he had on during his program. His black hair is neatly combed and his bangs are up, even if a few strands fall on his forehead from the effort he put in during the day. He is so handsome and you can swear he looks like a prince. Now not only is your heart beating faster, but it has practically skipped a few beats.  

He smiles tenderly when he sees you and opens his arms to you, and you can't help but run towards him. His strong arms catch you when you throw yourself at his chest. Chan embraces your waist. He picks you up off the ground, spinning around with you a few times while you wrap your arms around his neck and giggle.  

"I missed you so much, baby." he whispers to you with his face hidden in your hair.  

He puts you down, then takes you by the hand, leading you to the passenger seat of the car. You would like to tell him that you missed him too, to kiss him and never let him go from your arms. But you don't get to do any of these things because Chan has already opened the door, signaling you to get in the car.  

"We have to hurry. We don't have much time left."  

 You listen to him without saying anything more. You get into the car, and he closes the door and runs to the driver's seat. Your lover gets into the car and starts it without saying another word, paying attention to the exit from the parking lot.  

"Where are we going?" you asked him curiously.  

"Right now it's a secret."  

"Why are you being so secretive today?" you say while practically pouting and kicking your feets on the floor of the car.  

Chan laughs at your reaction. He always manages to bring out the childish part in you. Maybe because he makes you feel so safe? You don't know, but you don't complain at all. This makes Chan laugh, and you are absolutely in love with his laugh.  

The boy looks for your hand, entwines his fingers with yours, then brings your hand to his lips. He kisses you softly, then quickly looks at you.  

"You have to wait a little longer. You'll find out right away where we're going, okay? But I promise you'll like it." he assures you.  

"So we're not going to the party." 

"You said we could have our own party." He reminds you as his eyebrow rises provocatively, a smirk playing at the corner of his full lips.  

Your stomach tightens in anticipation. The place where his lips touched your hand still burns, and you swear Chan can hear your heart beating. You two have been together for a long time, but he still has that effect on you. And something tells you that he will always have it.  

"I hate you." you tell him jokingly, while you look out the window at the city that you quickly leave behind.  

Chan's sweet laugh swells the inside of your car, along with your heart and the rest of your universe. 

"No, you don't." 

"Watch your step." Chan warns you, while he helps you out of the car. "Wait for me, don't take a step without me."  

You are almost at the top of a mountain. Or a bigger hill. Well, you don't know exactly where you are, but it's an uphill road. And even if Chan climbed most of the way by car, it seems that you still have to cover a portion of the road on foot. A bumpy road, full of bigger and smaller stones, not suitable for your high heels. So you listen to him because the last thing you want is a broken leg and a visit to the hospital on New Year's Eve.  

Chan makes sure the car is stopped and the doors locked, then he comes to you.  

"Where we are? And what are we doing here?" you ask him again.  

You look at your boyfriend as he can his phone from his pants pocket, looking briefly at the clock display.  

"You will find out immediately. Come up." he answers you, then lifts you up in his arms easily. He starts with you up the road, cold steam coming out of his mouth. 

It really is much colder than it was in the city, but you being like this, pressed against Chan's chest and his arms around you, his warmth surrounds you immediately.  

"You're just not going to walk with me like this all the way." you say slowly.  

"Actually, that's exactly what I plan to do. There's no way I'm letting you walk alone." he tells you, looking at your shoes."

"But I'm heavy.", you complain.  

"You are light as a flake, baby girl." 

You know this is not true, but Chan's power is incredible. And even if he couldn't carry you, he still would have found a way to do it. He is simply the kind of person who sacrifices himself for others. His heart is huge, and that made you fall in love with him from the first moment you met this beautiful man. 

"The road isn't that long," he continued to reassure you. "I come here sometimes and run with one of the boys, very early in the morning, when this whole area is still deserted."  

"Changbin?" you ask knowing that he and Chan are always gym partners. 

Chan laughs.  

"Binnie is not really the type who prefers to run. I come here with Minho. Sometimes Felix joins us. It helps us clear our minds and put our thoughts in order. It's the first time I talk so much when I'm on this road." 

He laughs again, the kind of laugh he has when he remembers good times he has with his boys.  

Chan really loves his friends. You don't ask for too many details about the life he has with them outside of your relationship. Chan tells you things from his own initiative. He is almost always out with them, so you always find out about a cute thing they have together. Being here, in a place that seems important to them, feels like a very intimate moment. It feels like when Chan just gave you another little piece of himself. And this is something that always amazes you. Despite the distance that is often between you, your communication is excellent and healthy. But still you have the impression that you always find out new things about him and his little universe.  

"I think the sunrise is gorgeous from here. The last time we saw a sunrise was last summer, when we went to Australia together to visit your family."  

"We can come here together. Is it good for you?" 

You nod, looking at Chan with love in your eyes. He is always willing to fulfill your every wish.  

"But I hope you will let me know in advance. I need to equip myself properly. Tonight I didn't even have time to put on make-up, plus if I had known, I would have put on something suitable."  

"You don't need makeup." your boyfriend tells you. "Besides, I planned this in a hurry and ran off schedule." 

"You did what?"  

 "I was afraid that I would not arrive until midnight. And I didn't want to miss this with you." he explained innocently.  

"Chan..." 

 "I think we're here." he interrupts you, sitting down with your feet on the ground. He supports you, making sure that you are stable on your feet.  

"Are you ok?" 

"Yes." you answer looking around you.  

You really are at the top of a hill, surrounded by trees and small rock formations. You want to face what you think is the edge of the hill, but he quickly covers your cheeks with his big hands, forcing you to stay in place.  

"Don't come back yet. Listen to me first." he begins.  

Chan moves his hands away, and the cold attacks his cheeks. You want to tell him to touch you again because nothing in the world feels better than his touch, but you remain silent because you see him notice how his red ears from the cold get redder. His lips purse into an adorable line, and he claps his hands in tiny a few times. You try to catch his eyes, but Chan avoids it by looking at your shoes. There are clear signs that he is emotional and trying to gather courage. 

"Channie? What's going on?"  

Chan clears his voice, then holds out his hands to you, waiting for you to offer yours. It looks like a little boy getting ready to kiss his girlfriend for the first time.  

"I want to apologize for bringing you here like this. It was crazy, but I have to do this." 

"Channie, this is not..." you try to say. 

"Please, let me talk or I'll run all the way back to the studio and lock myself in there." he says, even looking like he's about to do it.  

You laugh, what he makes him laugh and relax. As you laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand, but he hurries to remove it.  

"I love your smile, so let me see it, please. In fact, you are absolutely stunning. This dress looks incredible on you and deserves to be seen on a special occasion. But I messed it up, so you didn't have the chance. So I improvised." 

Chan stops for a moment, putting his hand in one of his coat pockets. He takes out a small black box from there, which almost makes your heart stop. You look at Chan in shock, eyes wide in amazement. He chuckles.  

"It's not what it seems. At least, not yet." he explains, glancing at you to see what effect his words have on you. "But it's our anniversary in a week, so I bought you something. As you well know, I will be away on tour then, so I think this is a good time to give you this."  

He opens the box, letting you see the contents. Your eyes find the most beautiful chain you've ever seen. You reach out your shaking hands for the small box, and Chan hands it to you. You touch the pendant in the shape of the moon, amazed by its beauty. Part of it is full of black crystals, while another smaller part is covered with white crystals. You lightly touch the cold and shiny crystals with your finger in the light of the real moon. These shiny things form the phase of the moon at the time you were born.  

"You like it?" Chan asks you, and you nod your head because you feel unable to speak. "Turn it over." 

You carefully turn the pendant on the other side. On the back of it you find your and Chan's initials, the date you two decided to become a couple and the phrase "I love you to the moon and back." Tears flood your eyes, and you hurry to hide your face in his coat. His arms embrace you, clinging to him and hugging you to his chest.  

"Christopher, this is absolutely gorgeous. I don't even want to know how much money you wasted on something so beautiful." you say for tears of happiness.  

Chan's hands find your cheeks again, this time wiping away your tears with his thumbs.  

"Money spent on important people is not a waste. You are not a waste, you never will be. The money can be brought back, but what you give me is absolutely priceless." he speaks as he carefully removes the chain from the small box. He leans over you a little to put it around your neck, while you help him by holding your hair up with shaking hands.  

Chan carefully places the moon pendant at the base of the space between your breasts, then places a tender kiss on your forehead.  

"You want to know why I took this from you in the shape of the moon?" 

"Because we both love it?" you try to guess.  

"I mean, yeah. That's a reason too. But I bought this for you because... " he pauses, looking somewhere behind you.  

The area around you is flooded with color, followed by a loud sound.  

Fireworks.  

Chan smiles widely, then takes you in his arms again and turns you around, finally facing the edge of the hill. The city unfolds in front of you, together with the fireworks show that takes place in the center of the city. The sky changes colors, the night becomes day. Standing like this, with Chan giving you a back hug and with the play of light and colors in front of you, you have the impression that you and your beloved Chan exist in the world. 

"You are as stunning as these fireworks. You are the one who colors my life and every time I see you, I can't take my eyes off you. But I don't want you to be just a firework in my life." Chan unbuttons his coat, wrapping you both in it, then rests his chin on the top of your head.  

"Then what do you want me to be?"  

The fireworks show is still going on, so you basically have to shout to hear each other. But Chan seems to have another idea, for him he sticks his lips to your ear.  

"My moon. I wish you to always be as present in my life as the moon is in the sky. Never disappear, even when I'm far away and I can't see you."  

Chan's voice is low in your ear, and you're almost certain that if he didn't hold you in his arms, your knees wouldn't have been able to resist.  

However, you turn to face him, clinging to him.  

"Then you have to get ready, Bangbang. Because I'm willing to be your moon, your sun, or whatever else you want. I'm not going anywhere."  

Chan's left hand finds the back of your head. His lips stick to yours, giving you a soft, careful kiss. 

"Happy New Year, baby." he breaks the kiss for a moment, speaking the words against your lips.  

Then he kisses you again without offering to answer him. And it's perfect. Nothing could make this night better.

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Astray in the Black Water: Post-Chapter 2 -> Chuuya

Fatal Frame 5 x Bungo Stray Dogs Crossover x fem! reader

Flashbacks of dying shrine maidens plagued your dreams. A knife cutting into you, a man gouging your eyes, being forced into a reliquary, and seeing people commit suicide before your eyes. You woke up with a racing heartbeat. Those dreams felt too real. Not even the emptiness of your home could console you. Footsteps creek along the floorboards, yet you swear you lived alone. Random whispers that you thought were in your head.

A restless night was no excuse to close your café for the day. You at least let in your workers and made arrangements for your absence that day. With the warm sun rising, ghostly activity slowed down and you had a better moment of peace.

You didn't rise from your bed until your phone rang. It was your coworker calling you that you had a visitor who wished to speak with you. Assuring them that you will attend, you got yourself dressed and ready.

Emerging from the diamond door, you immediately spot the man with a hat sitting on his head. He sat on the stool of your counter, playing with the napkin on the table. Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, he turned to you and you recognized his face. The same man Dazai was familiar with. However, you couldn't recall hearing his name.

"Good morning," you greet as you settle behind the counter at the edge where he sat. "I hope you did not wait long?"

"Mornin'," Chuuya crumpled the napkin in his hand. "Nah only a little." He studied your face. "You look like you didn't get your full eight hours."

"Ah, I did came home very late," you took a seat. "I never got your name."

"Nakahara Chuuya. You?"

"(Last Name) (First Name). A pleasure meeting you."

Chuuya nods his head and repeats your name in his head. "Likewise. So about my case..." He cleared his throat and sat up. "Need your help looking for a dear friend of mine. Last known location was in that same mountain you were in yesterday with those punks."

You raised your brow. "How long ago did she go missing?"

"Four days by now. The sooner you search, the better. I'd like to join you, but I got a busy day today. I'm available tonight, though."

"It's not safe going at that time. Just last night, I witnessed more spirit activity."

Chuuya frowned. "Shit... but don't you have fancy equipment to do something about those ghosts?"

"I do, however, it is still risky."

"I'm coming anyways. Four days is too long. I can't wait any longer."

"Alright..." You reached for a notepad on the counter. "So... where and when should we meet up?"

"I'm gonna see if I can make it at..." Chuuya paused to think over his schedule. Whatever he had planned, it really depended if the job gets done fast. "Put it down for 7PM. I might come in sooner. Oh and here in this quaint café of yours."

You wrote the note down with a nod.

"Oh! By the way," Chuuya rested his chin on his hand. "You don't... plan on visiting Dazai?"

"I do need to stop by the office for a report today," you replied.

"Look, hand me a paper and pen."

You passed the pen and the notepad to him. He wrote down his phone number and signed his name.

"Here's my number. Not just to contact you about this case," he slid the notepad back to you. "But I know a lot of things about Dazai. He's the worst person to be around with, let alone date him. So, if he happens to trouble you or you got any questions, I'm the guy you should talk to."

You studied his handwriting on the notepad. It was neatly written and his cursive signature was so elegant. "And why should I be concerned about Dazai?"

"I have a long list of reasons. He lies, he's manipulative, doesn't pay his bills. As soon as you are done with the ADA, ditch 'em. Mainly Dazai, but I think you get the point."

"I see..." you stood up from your seat. "Well, tonight we meet here again. I will finish my business and... see you then."

Chuuya got up from his seat.

"Mhmm. See ya."

He tipped his hat before leaving the café. Once he disappeared, you gathered your things before you left to the ADA.

Optional Post-Chapter Content: ADA (Go in order descending)

-> Kunikida

-> Atsushi

-> Dazai

Else, here is the next chapter link.

-> Chapter 3

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Holiday Hijinx, Fluff Edition

Merry Christmas!

@thesere1418, let me try to answer your actual question: how does Team Treasure spend Christmas?

Last time, I posited some theories on what the gang’s pre-treasure hunt Christmases looked like. The short version: lonely and isolated to varying degrees. Sometimes of the “sitting home alone” variety, and sometimes more “alone in a crowd.”

This time, we’ll look at how Team Treasure might spend Christmas after the events of National Treasure bring them all together. Fluff will ensue! But since I’m a hopeless pedant, I’m going to make you work for it.

Let’s begin with the timeline. Way back in the very first issues of this blog (insert nostalgic awww), we took a deep dive into the timeline of National Treasure, both how long the events of the movie take place and when they take place. If we’re looking at the first Christmas after the movie, the timeline piece will become very important.

As I wrote there:

The 70th Anniversary of the National Archives really was in 2004. The organization was founded on June 19th, 1934. June 19th 2004 was a Saturday, so it’s conceivable that the Gala was meant to be that weekend. However, based on all the characters’ clothing, I’ve always felt like National Treasure was a fall movie. … It’s already dark when Ben arrives. Sunset on June 18th, 2004 was at 8:36pm in Washington DC, so that gets us to potentially 9-11. However, that seems like a late start, especially considering this gala’s attendees are probably mainly older, wealthy donors. In September, sunset would have been closer to 7pm. I still think it’s fall. All we know for certain is that the story had to take place before October 31, as that was the last day of daylight savings time in 2004.

Based on the National Archives fact, the movie should theoretically take place in June. However, this is not how you dress in Washington D.C, Philadelphia, or New York in the summer.

[Outfit snips]

This could be explained by the fact the the movie actually filmed in September 2003 - February 2004. And they’re dressed like it. It’s impossible (for me anyway) to watch the movie and believe it’s anything but fall.

In my heart, National Treasure is a November movie. However, we know that doesn’t fit canonically either since the story had to take place before the end of Daylight Savings Time, October 31, 2004.

So let’s say it’s mid-October.

That means the first post-treasure hunt Christmas is only two months and change later.

As I posit in…an article I haven’t published yet, oops, I don’t think Ben and Abigail got together immediately after the treasure hunt. I think Abigail is too pragmatic to make a major decision like that on the heels of having her whole life turned upside down by the treasure hunt, and I think Ben has been burned before by women who found his whole Indiana Jones schtick charming, until it wasn’t.

Also, what season is the “Three months later” epilogue supposed to be? September? For our purposes a unseasonably mild January day, I guess.

Team Treasure’s First Christmas

The reason I am dwelling on this, other than because it delays the creative work of imagining things that didn’t happen on screen, which I am inevitably procrastinating, is because deciding when the treasure hunt took place really colors how Team Treasure spends their first Christmas together.

If the treasure hunt happened in June, then things have had time to settle down by December. Ben and Abigail are new but reasonably well established couple, Ben is settled into his massive new house, and the logistics of dealing with the treasure are well enough under control that everyone can take a breather.

If the treasure hunt happens in October, none of these things are the case. Sorting out who is working on the treasure, what pieces are going where, security, research, transportation, sale donation, etc. etc. is still a full-time nightmare headache. Ben and Abigail are toying with the idea of actually dating but haven’t taken the plunge. Ben bought his big stupid house but it’s 80% empty rooms and 20% cardboard boxes.

So.

Riley and Abigail still go home for the holidays, but although the basic sequence of events is the same as it always has been, the feel is very different. Abigail is no longer just the reserved, quiet, nerdy aunt. Riley is no longer the burnout computer geek uncle. They’re treasure hunters. They’re famous, at least for this moment in time. Everyone is either tiptoeing around them or running up to ask a bunch of questions.

For Riley: “Were you scared?” “How many crimes did you commit?” “Did you really fool the FBI?” “How did you break into the National Archives?” “What does the Declaration of Independence feel like?” “Does this mean you’ll get a better job now?” “Will IBM take an almost-felon back?” “What are your plans moving forward?” “You know, that Gates fellow isn’t going to need you any more.” “Have you thought about a history degree?”

For Abigail: “That treasure hunter’s pretty handsome. Hint hint, googly eyes.” “How did you meet?” “Is he as charming as he looks on TV?” (Oh my god mom.) “You’re sure you’re not in trouble at work?” “You worked so hard to get where you are. I’d hate to see you throw it away on some crackpot. Even if he’s rich now.” “Does the Archives give medals? You should get one.”

It’s a lot, but they get through it. They both know that this is a one-time thing. The Templar Treasure won’t be the hot news story next year.

As for the Gates boys, Ben is finally the center of attention at his mother’s Christmas party in a good way. For the first time he can arrive with his head held high. The academics spend all night asking him detailed questions about the treasure and the search, how he knew where to look for Charlotte, what he’s learned about the contents of the cavern so far. The attention and interest feels good, but nothing feels better than his mother’s proud smile saying, That’s my boy.

And on Christmas day, Ben and Patrick have dinner together. It’s stilted and awkward at first, especially since it’s just the two of them. There’s no one else to serve as a buffer, and their years of estrangement hang over the afternoon like inescapable clouds. “Oh, you play poker?” “Been in the same Thursday night poker group for fifteen years.” Silence.

But then the topic switches to John, and early Christmases the three of them spent together. “Grandpa and I spent a day driving all over D.C. looking for the perfect ship in a bottle. I think we visited twelve different antique dealers that day. That was my first treasure hunt, I guess.” “I still have it. It’s right here.” “I always thought you hated it. I know you and he didn’t see eye to eye about the treasure.” “We didn’t. But it was from you, so it was always special to me.”

It’s ends up being a pleasant evening of reminiscing, and an important step as Ben and Patrick start to rebuild their relationship.

Subsequent Christmases

And finally, your actual question!

By the next year, everything is much more settled. Ben, and now possibly Abigail as well, actually live in the giant house. It’s filled with books and antique furniture and maps to possible future treasures. It’s lived-in and it’s theirs. They’re an established couple at this point, and the treasure situation is much more under control. And it would be insane of them not to throw a Christmas party in that massive, massive house.

The house is decked out with vintage Christmas decorations and a fifteen foot tree. In the style of the 18th century, the main fireplace is decorated with fruit and greens. There’s catering and a hundred guests and a band (perhaps that same string quartet from the gala?). This first year especially, they really go all out.

But their actual Christmas Eve and Christmas day celebrations are much more intimate. Abigail makes a selection of German Christmas cookies and she and Ben and Riley decorate a second, smaller tree on Christmas Eve. Riley brings kugel and rugelach from his favorite deli and tells them about some of his favorite family traditions. Patrick stops by for a while and they sip nice wine or nicer scotch around the fire while reminiscing about the insane last year that brought them together. The treasure hunt but also the excavation of the treasure and their travels around the world to all the exhibit openings.

Ben and Abigail dance to slow jazz in the firelight. Patrick beats Riley at chess, repeatedly.

They exchange gifts, but what do you get new multi-millionaires who just found a history-redefining treasure?

Gifts

Ben gives Riley an early prototype of Hedy Lamarr’s frequency hopping radio that would become the basis for wifi and GPS technology. He gives Abigail letter written by George Washington that he once found in an old house in Virginia. And he gives Patrick a framed photo of himself, Patrick, and John. In all the hubbub about the treasure someone had tracked down old family photos of theirs.

Riley gives Ben a framed blueprint of the National Archives overlaid with the exact route he took to steal the Declaration. There’s a small note at the bottom that says “Security has since been upgraded.” He gives Abigail a computer program that can sort her email much more accurately that any built-in program in 2004 could. (He’s been working with the National Archives to bolster their digital security.) For Patrick, he’s not really sure what to get, but when Ben suggests a nice bottle of scotch, Riley takes it a step farther and gets a custom blend made and labeled “Trinity Church Staircase (contains no actual 200 year old wood).”

Abigail gives Riley a book of American history written in an fun, narrative style—picture Drunk History in book form—and a state of the art remote control drone. She gives Patrick an set of antique letters from a period she knows is of interest to him. And for Ben, she puts together a scrapbook off newspaper coverage of the treasure from all over the world. She puts out a call to the archivists community, in addition to the papers and magazines she’s been collecting as they travel.

Patrick gives Riley a computer programing manual from the 1940s, one of the earliest in the world, and a two books on conspiracy theories, one from the 1870s and one from the 1970s. He gives Abigail antique records of her favorite composer, and brings an album of baby pictures of Ben to show her. And for Ben, he gives him the Gates family scrapbook, which Patrick has taken and updated with pictures of Ben and the treasure.

The Gang’s Christmas Superpowers

As for special holiday skills,

Ben is a master gift finder. He doesn’t give gifts too often (he’s pretty oblivious to the whole thing) but when he does, he finds the perfect item. It’s never something off the shelves, it’s the same antique china pattern your grandparents had when you were a kid, or a vintage book on your favorite topic.

Abigail is the perfect gift wrapper. Her fastidious nature, steady hands, and decade of training to handle delicate paper items make her excellent at it, no matter the shape or size. Perfect corners every time, paired with the perfect ribbon and bow.

Riley doesn’t love Christmas music, but if he has to hear it, he wants to hear what he tolerates, so he’s created a database of all the best Christmas music ranked by decade, vibe, and his personal taste. He can whip up the perfect playlist for any occasion in seconds.

Patrick can tell you a historical Christmas event from any year between 1717 and 1990. Choose any year and he’ll have an anecdote about the news of the time, anything from small town goings on to world-changing battles and decisions.

Conclusion

There you go! A Team Treasure Christmas!

Whohoo! I did it! I got the article out on time!

Hope you’re all having a nice holiday out there if you celebrate.

[bluedolup]

“Alright, the diapers are in the closet, the milk is in the fridge, make sure she’s asleep by 7pm exactly” Iwa said as I guided him to the door, “yes yes I know Hajime, is there anything else?” I asked “please don’t hesitate to call me if anything happened, please Toru, I will be on the next flight the second you call” he said. “Hajime, I promise you, everything’s gonna be fine. You have nothing to worry about, go on your trip and relax” I said, opening the door for him. He sighed, “alright, I love you, I’ll see you next week” he kissed my lips before leaving “love you too!” I exclaimed before closing the door and sighing. 

“Geez he’s so anxious” I walked to the nursery and smiled at her daughter who was standing against her crib. “You and daddy are gonna have the best week ever~!” I picked her up and kissed her cheek. 

Me and Hajime got Aiko a year ago, she was the most precious baby I’ve seen and I knew she was the one to be my daughter. I didn’t get to spend that much time with her because I was immediately put on a plane to go to Argentina. It hurt to leave them alone for five months but the facetimes and photos mended my heart enough to finish the games I had over there. I was able to convince my managers to give me some time off so I could spend some time with my family but when I found out that Hajime had to go international for a work trip I wanted my plane to crash. 

It was a non-negotiable meeting but I told him not to worry and I’ll take care of everything. I knew that he was the main person who took care of Aiko for the full year but she knows who I am and I’ve seen him do all the stuff with her, so how hard could it be?

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“Yes Daichi, I just got home. You’re working late again?” I entered my house as I spoke to my husband, “yeah it’s fine, just make sure to stop by the store and pick up the stuff from the list I sent you” I said. All I wanted was to relax after a long shift at the school but the minute I connected onto my bed, my phone rang. 

I thought it was Daichi at first but he knew to not call me after my shift was over as he knew I was too tired to communicate with anyone, but when I looked at the call log my irritation turned into confusion. I answered, “Oikawa?” as soon as I answered I heard the familiar cry of a child in the background with Oikawa sounding as if he was about to crash out. 

“Sugawara-san! I need your help, please come to my house!” he yelled into the phone, “woah woah, what's going on? Are you ok?” I asked “I’ll explain when you get here, please I’m begging you to come help me” he said. He sounded desperate, and the cries from the baby grew louder. What the hell is going on? Where was Iwaizumi? Shit, I’m gonna regret this either way. 

I rushed to Oikawa's house and knocked on the door, it opened in seconds and I was faced with Oikawa and a crying baby in his hands. “Get in here! Please, I don’t know what to do, I’ve tried everything but she wont stop crying” he said. I looked between the two of them, “are you serious?! I thought something happened!” I exclaimed, I looked around and spotted a pacifier. I sanitized it and placed it in her mouth, as soon as I did she calmed down. “Holy…how did you do that?” he asked “the number one thing that babies want at her age is that, now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going back home. I can’t believe you called me all the way here to put a pacifier in your baby's mouth” I said approaching the door.

“Wait! Don’t go yet…do you uh…now how to measure formula?” he asked “are you serious?” I asked “Hajime didn’t make enough, he only made like five so I need to make more” he said “where is Iwaizumi? And why did he leave you alone with the baby?” I asked “he’s needed to go to a meeting overseas, and he left me with the baby because she’s also my daughter too…I just…need help” he said “if you need help then call him, I know he would drop everything for you two” I said “I just…” he frowned and sighed, “I just want to prove to him that I’m able to take care of Aiko by myself” he said.

“I missed a year already and he’s done so much already, I don’t want to be that parent who’s working so much that they're unrecognizable to their kid. I also don’t want to be the husband that has to be babysat while taking care of their kid, so please, I’m just asking for one night of help and I won't contact you ever again” he said. I looked at him, then at Aiko, her face wins me over every time. 

“Fine, but you’re paying for my gas” I said “yes! I’ll give you as much money as you want!” he said “I’m holding you to that, alright we’re going basic. Put her in the play pen, she doesn’t have any hard toys right?” I asked “no, Hajime made sure of that” he said “cool, put her there and we’ll do formula then diapers…I could smell it from here” I said. 

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Having Suga around made me a lot more relaxed with Aiko. I learned a bunch of new things that Iwaiuzmi never taught me, granted he is a teacher and Iwa-chan is very impatient, but either way I’m learning. I laid Aiko down on the changing table and came back out five minutes later, “how did I do?” I asked. Suag looked up from this phone, “with the amount of time you spent in there, I thought you passed out, but yeah it’s a good one” he said “yes! You hear that baby! Daddy changed your diaper and didn’t pass out” I said. 

“Phh, god you haven't changed a bit since high school, do you have food in this house? You haven't fed me yet and all I’ve found is Iwaizumis protein powder” he said “oh right, I don’t really cook but I can order something for us something. What do you want?” I asked “uuuh, you choose I’ll eat whatever at this point” he said. I took my phone out and looked up the closest take out place, “alright, oh by the way, I’ve been wanting to ask. You being a teacher and everything I would expect you and Daichi to have a kid by now” I said. 

I noticed the long silence, I glanced up at him. “Suga?” I called out “we’re just…thinking about it, that’s it” he said. I glared at him, it was obvious something else was up, Daichi and Suga are by far the best couple from high school. It hurts to admit because I’ve always said that me and Iwa were, but it’s weird to me that a couple that strong like them don’t have a child by now. “Is that really it?” I asked. He glanced at me, “I shouldn’t tell you…knowing you’re a gossiper” he said “hey! I’ve matured from that point in my life” I said “yeah right, how did Mattsukawa and Hanamaki find out about the stuff at the pretty setter meeting?” he asked. 

“Dada” Aiko cooed, when she starts talking I’m fucked. “I was drunk, but I promise I won't say anything. It’s obvious something is wrong” I said. He stared at me for a minute, “Daichi’s scared” he said “scared?” I repeated “he has your fear, he’s scared that because of his job he won't form a bond with his child so he doesn’t want one” he said. I frowned, “and you want one right?” I asked “of course I do! I love kids, I became a teacher for a reason. Daichi apparently had other plans” he said. 

“Hajime was like that too you know, I was the one who wanted a baby and he was like, “no way, you travel way too much and I’m not a family man”, and then three months went by and we got her. It’s a very hard decision, it takes a lot of time and effort and with both parents not there it honestly could affect the kid” I said “you’re not very good at this” he said “BUT, you two are a good paring, you work good to together and apart…I know first hand of that. Talk to him a bit more and he’ll understand, the guy would do anything for you and when you do get the kid you’ll see how much time off the station will give him” I said.

He chuckled, “yeah, thanks Oikawa. It looks like she’s knocked out” he said. I looked down and saw Aiko asleep against my chest, “shoot, if she’s not in bed by seven Haji will know…why don’t you put her to bed, I’ll stay here and wait for our food” I said. He looked at me shocked, but gave a warm smile before taking her. “Thank you, you know she’s really lucky to have a father like you,” he said. I gave him a warm smile, “you will too Suga” I muttered.

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“Toru! I’m home!” Iwaizumi called walking through the door. “SHHHH, she’s asleep” I said holding Aiko in my arms, “oh shit, sorry. How was it?” he asked, admiring her “nope, everything was perfectly fine. She was an angel the whole time” I said “I meant you, I know my daughter’s an angel” he said “I did great, I got her fed, changed, and all the love and affection she could ever get” I said. 

“And did you treat our guest correctly?” he asked, I froze, “huh?” I asked “Sugawara-kun? He wears this snow/winter scented cologne all the time and it’s all over the house” he said. I sighed, “fine, you caught me. I had him over to help me take care of Aiko, but I swear it was all good” I said. “You need help?” he asked, I frowned, “um…yeah, I didn’t want to bother you, I knew how busy you were and Suga's a teacher so he knows how to deal with kids an-” I was cut off by Hajime slamming his lips against mine. “God, you talk a lot,” he said. 

I glared at him, “don;t give me that look, I’m proud of you” he said “you are?” I asked “I’m glad you didn’t do this by yourself, asking for help isn’t a bad thing you know, I’m proud you were able to ask for help and you didn’t give up” he said. I pouted and sniffled, “you’re gonna make me cry” I said. He kissed my cheek, “alright, I’m gonna call Suga to thank him and you can put her down for her nap. You are gonna help me relax~” he said. 

It took me a while to figure out what he was saying but when I did, Aiko was in her crib in a millisecond.