#APPRECIATE THAT PERFECT CRYSTAL NUMBER WITH ME

[ambagel]

Anyways someone come collect these lesbians off my screen

[pureforestspirits]

➛ IF THE ATWOW CHARACTERS HAD TUMBLR

featuring! tsireya, lo’ak, neteyam, kiri, ao’nung, rotxo!

just for fun. i couldn’t decide if i wanted to make this a human au, or keep them na’vi… so it’s a mix of both!

TSIREYA - @reefprincessreya 𓇼

she has the most beautiful, aesthetically-pleasing layout you’ll ever see.

username: “reef” because she loves the sea (duh), and “princess” because it’s really pretty + feminine, and she literally is a reef princess after all. finally, her cute nickname “reya”, where the alliteration makes her url extra catchy !

her bio would totally have some beautiful quote.. like, “the way of water has no beginning and no end.” ;)

tsireya does it alllllll. she has her personal tags that she puts on every post to keep organized, and she’ll spend hours on her new themes.

╭ @reefprincessreya

┆sooo happy! our brothers and sisters have

┆returned today, and i finally saw my spirit sister

┆again! she is healthy and well <3

╰ #reya’s life ˚୨୧⋆｡

unlike the rest, who prefer the more private feel of their blog, tsireya shared hers with all her friends who all consistently use tumblr together!

LO'AK - @yooooitsloak

username: he just typed in the first thing that came to mind. 

lo’ak literally made a tumblr account just because of tsireya. 

it’s almost a ghost blog, but he at least took the time to add a pfp (which is a photo of his fav pair of sneakers). 

lo’ak likes every single one of tsireya’s posts. even if there’s only 1 note; it’s lo’ak. 

(we love a supportive boyfriend)

NETEYAM - @burntouteclipse ✰

neteyam is the ultimate aesthetic, educated and sophisticated king for liking tumblr by himself ✊🏻 (no shade to lolo though). like ‘reya, he also has a clean, aesthetically-pleasing layout, but it’s more masculine.

username: just sounds cool, y’know? he also works his ass off and is “burnt out” after all (perfection and golden-childism ain’t easy), and eclipse is just a time of day neteyam really enjoys where he gets to relax and spend time for himself. 

neteyam doesn’t complain much in real life, or let out a lot of his feelings. tumblr is like his peaceful, personal, private corner where he can speak his mind, which he really appreciates. 

i can see him reblogging and following fashion accounts that he likes, as well as occasionally posting a little ramble. ‘teyam’s page is scattered with some little thoughts and feelings here and there between reblogs of cool streetwear clothing and artistic photos/photography (for human neteyam). 

you’ll see him and tsireya interact with each other on occasion! 

╭ @burntouteclipse

┆ accidentally hit my knee earlier today,

╰  and now i can barely run properly. shit

⠀ ╭ @reefprincessreya

⠀ ┆ oh no! i’m sorry to hear. hope you

⠀ ╰ ➤ will feel better soon, ma ‘eylan! ♥︎

⠀ ╭ @burntouteclipse ☆ Original Poster

⠀ ╰ ➤ thank you tsireya

if there’s a girl he likes, neteyam’ll try and see if she has a tumblr. he’ll eventually find it, and enjoys scrolling through her posts + loves reading her little rambles. but he does it from a distance, and doesn’t interact (you’d never know. he’s the epitome of secret admirer). . .

KIRI - @atokirina333 ❀

username: kiri’s a spiritual gal, what can i say? not to mention, she was named after the atokirina, so it’s perfect. there’s also angel numbers!! ofc!!! ps: this url was taken at first, but she tracked down the person and convinced them to give it to her. somehow. 

unlike neteyam who writes ‘n posts small things sometimes… kiri can rant here. don’t get me wrong, she’s not posting paragraphs, but she definitely lets loose when she wants to.

human kiri posts her plants, her crystals, her music vinyls, the desserts she likes baking, her books and posters, literally anything and everything you’d find in her room because it’s all pretty.

what else would you see on her page? poetry. reblogs of quotes and aesthetic photos, and especially pretty photos of nature (kiri and ‘reya’s tumblrs are similar in this sense)!

she and tsireya reblog each other very often! 

AO'NUNG

"what's tumblr?"

ROTXO - @justrotxo

username: he’s just rotxo! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ though when he first joined, his @ was originally “reefboyrotxo”, but he (jokingly) got called out for copying tsireya, so he changed it.

hm, tbh, i don’t really see him as an avid tumblr user!

i have a headcanon that human rotxo'd be a surfer though, so i feel like he’d probably have 1-2 posts of a beautiful sunset + his surfboard, and like one post of a random thought he had. that’s it. his theme would also be blue/teal. 

i feel like he would’ve gotten tumblr because of his friends, and goes on just to see all of their posts. 

he interacts with/likes the posts of everyone in his circle! :) 

. . .

AO'NUNG (continued)

“what’s tumblr?”

it’s a social media app. your sister likes using it.

“oh, ok. whatever.”

neteyam sully uses it too. oh, and his brother lo’ak.

ao’nung is already intrigued at neteyam, but when he hears lo’ak is on there? oh boy.

he immediately signs up, and then gets all of his friends to as well.

soon, lo’ak is flabbergasted at the sudden flood of random anonymous troll asks he receives on his empty blog. 

ao’nung was going to anonymously send something to ‘teyam as well (obviously not to lo’ak’s extent), but after finding and looking through it… he actually secretly likes neteyam’s blog.

after everyone find out it’s him, he still eventually just keeps his tumblr to continue messing with the sullys, and his sister. popping in with a “DELETE THIS 🔥🔥🔥” to show he’s indeed still there, once every few eclipses. 

╭ @reefprincessreya

╰ ➤ ao’nung. rä’ä.

the end!

╭ @pureforestspirits

┆heyy! thanks so much for reading <3  

┆fun fact: i started writing this in my notes

┆app one day at like 4am. the sleep

┆deprivation was worth it, i think.

┆it was really fun to make LMAO

┆

┆all interactions are muuuch appreciated,

┆since i’m still pretty new to posting. thank u!

╰#✺ ࿐ ۫ 

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© 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒔.

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E08 thoughts

Melissa schemmenti angry slut

THIS COLD OPEN I WAS CRYINGGGG

Barb’s protective goggles

“We gonna be down about $700

The squeeze my cheeks kid

Every one getting hit in the damn face

Ava pushing gregory

Greg vs tariq 🥵

Barb shooting in the wrong basket then saying “i’m carrying this team”

Gregory flipping the table

Just PERFECTION

“Why dont u look better” ava really says what i wanna say to people

What IS up with melissa to be snappy, always on her phone, hookups, staying out late

Heyyy manny 🤭 he’s foine I’m SORRY

But if Janine’s meant to be in once a week whys she not seen her abbott friends - not her and jacob not seeing each other 😓

“Girl was there a fire?” See this delivery is why slr has an emmy

Ok I KNEW melissa would hookup with burt hummel. I cant deny the chemistry and at least he’s a better actor than g*ry, but lets keep it casual yeah?

RICHARD TYLER WILLIAMS 💀

The delivery on “interesting 😀”

Tariq hosting the panel?!? I love that for us

Badass janine get it girl! She is ON IT

Not ava and crystal speaking over each other 😭

“I don’t think this is on 🎤 “ “IT IS” ijbol 💀😭

Barb is stroppy and sad ☹️ but why wouldn’t melissa trust her! I get it! But also it’s casual so maybe I get not saying anything too! But barb is so sad (jealous) that melissa didn’t tell her (jealous)

CASUAL GHOST

No bc whys that ur face after ur friend tells u its just sex BARB? I get being upset at not being told but why are u upset its just sex … unless… jealousy

Why arent they clapping abbott 🙁

Why is tariq scoring 😭😭

“Give it some razzle For the love of god gregory give it some dazzle”

Janine just caring about the gossip she’s me

Friend of over 15 years!!! I appreciate the work wives lore but that is literally inaccurate I’m sorry

“Since your lips already touched” GASP (also br*no could never deliver a line like that I’m just saying)

The workwives having a marital spat while ppl are just trying to get their certifications

Is it different? Mmm lowkey bc melissa should know what’s going on in her house but also she can acknowledge that actually barb was validly upset but we know Melissa is stubborn sooo

On her roof? Ew! I dont need to know honestly

Janine not reading Jacob’s text 😖

MANNY CALLING JANINE BIG TEAGUES TEEHEEE 🤭 KICKING FEET TWIRLING HAIR

Gregory sit down 😭 honestly that speech alone could give tyler an emmy nom

MR BOHNSON FROM BABBOTT BELEMENTARY HELP

“You talked to me about gary” aww 🥺☹️

“Because that was a real relationship that YOU approved of” ok poignant emphasis on you - Barbara’s opinion is so important to her 🥺 that’s her number 1

“Awwwmygod congrats” “thank you baby”

Melissa’s true apology 🥺

MELISSA DRAGGING BARB CLOSER TO HER EVEN THO BARB WAS STILL MAD i feel like that was lisa and sheryl

“Look how coy this boy is” jacob always gets great ppl as love interests bc first zach and now i love this guy too “i even showed captain robinson” aw 🙁

Janine aced it! Quintas physical comedy is soo good

Wait is mr j wearing a jacket over his uniform 😭

Cancelling on the fireman for barb 🥺

I fear burt hummel doesn’t want it as casual as mel

“Ok did he just make me fall in love with him” 😭

BI AVA BI AVA!! Wbk but BI AVA (but yk im a hardcore barlissa truther so shipping them w ava makes me gag)

MR JOHNSON PANEL beep beep beep that to my face!!!

Wish they ended on barlissa at the bar tho :(

Ok overall I honestly didnt love that ep at first

And the big reason is i didnt think the panel needed so much and i wanted barlissa to have more

Their conflict didn’t feel as real and earnest as other examples

It got wrapped up surprisingly quickly - they fell out more over safety scissors and ‘yous’

And I’d’ve liked them to share a vulnerable moment away fro everyone else.

It just felt eh

Also being away from school felt weird too

Based on teaser clips i thought it could be a lisa emmy consideration ep but no - could be for tyler though

Barbara’s jealousy is v v interesting tho 👀

After a few days I like it more

I still feel a bit confused tho

OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO MENTION KEEGAN MICHAEL KEY HELLO??!?? What a guest actor to get oh my god

[dizzymisslizzie]

Several Sentence Sunday

Alex is a model and Henry is a writer interviewing him for his first Met Gala.

“Alexander, are you excited for your first Met Gala?” Henry asks as he stands smiling next to his cameraman, Sarge.

“I’m excited to see some old friends and meet some new ones. And see what everyone is wearing, of course!” Alexander Claremont-Diaz says from the white couch of his hotel suite. He sips a cup of coffee that smells of cinnamon. It’s warming Henry’s soul in a way that’s making his brain fuzzy. Good thing Vogue gave him very specific questions, he’ll do his in depth interview tomorrow before Alexander goes to the GLAAD awards.

“Tell me about your outfit for tonight.” Henry smiles politely and tries not to let the shirtless Adonis see the blush.

“It’s a custom suit by Alexander McQueen, I absolutely love the brilliant colors and three dimensional effects of the crystal flowers sewn into the accessories while the embroidery on the jacket and pants celebrate my Mexican heritage.” Alexander tells him as the beautifully vibrant jacket that matches his aura somehow slips over his perfect shoulders. Henry specifically appreciates that he’s shirtless under jacket.

The interview continues as Alexander has his perfect curls styled and he tells Henry about his love of fashion coming from his mom.

Henry is wrapping up the short interview and is thanking Alexander for his time.

“No problem, sweetheart. Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow before our interview? Off the record?” Alexander smiles at Henry and he’s never felt his insides so molten.

“Why… yes, that would be lovely.” Henry smiles crinkles his eyes and he doesn’t care to keep his professional mask on in this moment.

“It’s a date then. Here’s my number. And call me, Alex.” The smile turns Henry into a pile of goo.

“See you tomorrow, Alex.” Henry says, suddenly shy. Alex winks and then turns his attention to Sarge and says his thanks and goodbyes.

Sarge and Henry walk to the elevators, “Someone has a booooyfriend!” Sarge teases.

“I… I hope so…” Henry says with a shy smile and Sarge gives him a kind smile and a pat on the shoulder. Hope. He’s molten with hope.

[harrisonarchive]

Photo by David Redfern (?), via Shutterstock.

“I have appreciated Chet Atkins as a musician since long before the tracks on this album were written; in fact, since I was the ripe young age of seventeen. Since then I have lost count of the number of Chet’s albums I have acquired, but I have not been disappointed with any of them. For me, the great thing about Mr. Atkins is not the fact that he is capable of playing almost every type of music but the conviction in the way he does it. Whilst listening to CHET ATKINS PICKS ON THE BEATLES I got the feeling that these songs had been written specially with Chet in mind. The fact that they were not prove his eminence as an artist - the perfect example being ‘Yesterday’. Chet, by himself, gets far more out of this than some of the people known as ‘class’ singers do with a full orchestral arrangement to boot! ‘I’ll Cry Instead’, 'She’s A Woman’ and 'Can’t Buy Me Love’, having a country feeling about them, lend themselves perfectly to Chet’s own style of picking, which has inspired so many guitarists throughout the world (myself included, but I didn’t have enough fingers at the time). All the other tracks have Chet adding harmonies and harmonics in the least expected places, bringing out that crystal-clear sound of the guitar to his audience’s benefit. One thing remains very clear to me at the end of this LP, and that is why this sleeve note must end here. Chet Atkins did not get to be a great guitarist by writing sleeve notes, but by years of devoted practice on the instrument he so obviously loves.” - George Harrison, sleeve notes for Chet Atkins Picks On The Beatles (1966) (x)

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

you spend hours on the phone with hyejin whilst snacking on the yummy granola parfait. she fills you in about the drama happening at work and you give her small glimpses into your personal life with your boyfriend. “he sounds like a dynamite guy” hyejin says as she listen to you ramble on and on about how cool, cute, and silly your boyfriend is. “he’s more than dynamite. he’s perfect” you say with a big smile on your face. “you’re so in love that it’s disgusting” hyejin jokes which causes you to laugh along with her, but you can’t help it. it’s all his fault.

after saying goodbye to hyejin, you decide to do some cleaning and take a thirty-minute nap (it wasn’t thirty minutes). when you wake up, you get a call from alina who wanted to check in and make sure you were okay. the two of you converse for some hours and even have a couple of laughs together.

“alina? before you go, i just wanted to tell you how much i appreciate your apology”

“and i meant every word. from now on, i want to be a better friend and be there for you. i hate that i wasn’t there—,”

“it’s all in the past, alina. your words made me reconsider holding a grudge against you i know you weren’t just saying that to appease me. you really meant it and i appreciate that”

alina smiles. “i appreciate you too, y/n” after conversing awhile longer, you hang up the phone after bidding alina goodbye. you notice that it’s 4 o’clock which means jungkook will be back in an hour! excitedly, you jump out of bed and begin to freshen yourself up before putting on a cute lilac dress (dress: https://pin.it/1ShLXzREB).

after brushing your hair to get it untangled, you hurry to the door and wait for jungkook’s arrival. five minutes after 5 is when the door unlocks and with your help, you open the door and greet your boyfriend with a big smile on your face. “welcome back, baby!!” you say as you shut the door behind him and jump into his arms. “Oh yn baby I missed you so much” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and breathe in your floral scent. he tells about his visit with crystal and how he lied to cover up your pregnancy.

when he pulls away to look you in your eyes, you already know what jungkook is going to ask you: when can you tell them you’re pregnant?

“how about after we finish the first trimester? i’m not even far along for an ultrasound appointment”

~🫧

He pouts.

Jungkook doesn’t really want to wait for three months.. he knows that a trimester typically lasts that long.

“Ugh fine.. you’re actually right we will have to wait..” he sighs and kisses your neck before he goes into the kitchen to heat up the food that he brought,

As he is doing that, you insist on helping him in the kitchen, but you should know that you’re not allowed to be in the kitchen.

“Uh no. Also yn. I told Ian about the whole sarang thing.. minus the hotel night.. I needed to talk to someone other than you about it and it felt really good you know..”

His mouth waters at the fresh smell of the food.

“Also ahyeon is the most adorable little girl ever.” He giggles. “Come on baby sit on the dining table. I’m gonna serve you the food.”

•••

Ian is unable to sleep. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t stop thinking about what his younger brother told him today.

Sarang.. Ian has come out to the balcony to take a smoke

He is not proud of his smoking habit, but sometimes when he’s too stressed out he cannot help but take a few puffs.

Lee Sarang.. his brothers schoolmate. She used to come over to their house so frequently.

What a beautiful girl.

He wonders if she’s still that beautiful, she’s probably even more gorgeous now.. but why would she bother his brother like that?

Ian takes out his phone and scrolls through his contacts

He still has her number after all of these years, it was fun fucking her. Their little fling was fun.. but then he found Crystal and sarang wasn’t really interested in being with him other than being a fuck buddy..

He cannot blame her. She was young.

He looks at her contact information.

And he’s debating with himself right now

Should he text her? He’s really going to do this for his brother though there’s nothing wrong with that.

After a few minutes of debating with himself, he finally manages to type a message

He just hopes she still uses the same number

sara:

This is jeon Ian.. stay away from my brother.

And with a rapid heart rate, he presses send.

[hypnotisedfireflies]

After that last ask I’ve got to know… were Tess and Joel ever invited to anything that went on in Indy? What were their reactions if they were? 😂 I’m also imagining Tess finding out on the grapevine and using it to fuck with Joel all like ‘and where was our invite? I think we should be offended!’ ‘It’s your fault, they all know you won’t share.’

Loving SQ by the way, although I do miss prime driftverse… these asks have got me wanting to reread spite

Anon – thank you – the Sioux Falls-Indy period is probably my favourite to write, so I appreciate the ask!  You’re getting a drabble. 

It’s half past one in the afternoon and a selection of the Indy group are hanging out together in one of rooms they regularly hang out to party in.  It was an executive floor, so it wasn’t hard to drag in sofas from other offices and make a comfortable ‘hang out’ space to drink and relax in.  Everyone’s drinking a lot.  They own the city and they’ve got more alcohol than they know what to do with.  Today, the group includes Tommy and Hannah, Robbie, Kate, Jiyoung, Stan and Lachie.

This takes place roughly around the last chapter of Spite – so Tess is living with Joel again, but he hasn’t gotten lost yet.

“It’s all in the numbers,” Robbie promised.  “Your tower’s only going to work if you get your math right.  You work out how high you want it and then you do your numbers.”

He was stacking champagne glasses, one on top of the other, in a sparkling tower of crystal perfection.  Out of habit, he wiped down each glass with a tea towel before he added it to the structure.  He had partly filled the lowermost glasses already, but the higher up he went, the less he put in the bottom until the upper tiers had nothing at all.

"Get each glass just touching, nice and snug," he continued.

“I read that shape was modelled on Madame de Pompadour’s tits,” Stan offered.

“Who is Madame de Pompadour?”

“I don’t know.”

Hannah stretched, arms folded over the back of the couch.  “French aristocrat during the revolution.”

“Why do you know that?”  Tommy asked.

“Why don’t you?”

“And that’s the last one,” Robbie said, placing the final glass on the top tier.  “Bottle, please.”

Lachie popped the cork.  Kate ducked and shrieked as it bounced off the wall above her head.  “Shit! Sorry.”

“Fucker!”

“Sorry!”

“Okay, here goes … prepare to be dazzled!”

“Oh, just get on with it, you little bitch!”

Robbie eased closer to the table and began pouring to the collective oohs and aahs of his collective audience.  It took three more bottles to fill up all the glasses, golden liquid tumbling from one crystal glass to another.  Then he and Lachie began the slow process of dismantling the tower and passing the drinks around.

They were all into their second round – determined to finish the tower and waste nothing – when the conversation turned to what it always did:  gossip.

“Any word on Ricardo?”  Jiyoung asked.  She had started drinking earlier than the rest of them and was lapping out of her glass like a cat.

Everyone shook their heads. 

“Still don’t know what he likes,” said Kate.

“I’ll find out,” Jiyoung declared.  “I have already won the bet.  You bitches just don’t know it yet.”

“He’s shy,” Kate added.

“It’s a bit fuckin’ late for shy,” said Lachie, shuffling a deck of cards.  “Get your priorities straight, you know?”

Stan shook his head.  “He doesn’t like girls.  I spent so much time in the closet, trust me, I know what it looks like.  It’s a sixth sense.  I can smell it.”

Tommy scoffed.  “You can smell what?”

“Pheromones.”

“Bullshit.”

“The gaydar is never wrong, Tommy.”

“Bullshit,” Tommy said again, now laughing.

“You need to leave Ricardo alone,” Hannah warned.  “He’s staying with Rachel, and you know what that means.”

Robbie groaned.  “Those two piss me off.”

“Who, Rachel and Ricardo?”  Lachie glanced up, surprised.  “They’re harmless as, mate.”

“No, their fuckin’ – keepers.  Sorry, Tommy.”

Tommy shrugged, leaning forward to shake out a fresh cigarette.  “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

“Why don’t they ever hang out with us?”  Kate asked, petulant.  “They’ve been invited, haven’t they?”

“They don’t want to,” Hannah sang in warning.  “I’m telling you, don’t even ask again.”

“Tess would be game, right?”  Robbie looked at Tommy.  “Tess would be game?”

Tommy sparked up.  “Don’t know.”

“But come on, it was just you three for ages, you said.”

“Yep.  I never fucked Tess, though.”

Kate was sceptical and looked to Hannah for confirmation.  “Oh, come on.”

Hannah shrugged.  “I wasn’t there.”

“Tess is with my brother,” Tommy added, inhaling and passing the cigarette to Hannah. 

Jiyoung looked up from where leaned over her glass, nose to the bubbles.  “So!  Why should that stop her?”

“You met my fuckin’ brother?”

“And have you met Tess?”  Hannah added, perhaps quelling a potential blow-up.  “Do you really think Joel could stop her doing something she wanted to?”

“Someone should ask them again,” said Kate.

Lachie snorted.  “There’s an idea.”

“You won’t get Joel,” Tommy said.  “And they’re a two-for-one package deal.  But go on.  Ask.”

“It’s just to hang out,” said Kate, glancing at the others.  “I’m not asking anything, you know, like … it’s just asking to help us work down the champagne tower.”

“Then go ask.”

Robbie smirked at her.  “Yeah, Kate.  Go ask.”

“Why me!”

“Your idea,” Stan added.

“No.  Cards.”

So Lachie dealt to everyone except Hannah and Tommy, who weren’t going anywhere near this one.  On the count of three, the others licked their fingers, wet their foreheads, and slapped a playing card to their foreheads.  They looked around at each other until they determined the loser.  Robbie and Kate both had a three, but Kate’s was a heart and his a club, and that decided it. 

Robbie wouldn’t be going alone, though.  Accompanying him was an excited, whispery contingent comprising of Kate, Stan and Lachie.  They took their glasses and began the arduous journey into the next building over.  They consulted the work detail and neither of them were presently on anything, so they took an educated guess to try their bedroom first.

“Little Dutch courage, mate.”  Lachie handed Robbie has glass, and Robbie drained that as well as his own before knocking.

In an extraordinary stroke of good luck, it was Tess who opened the door.  She wore a tight grey T-shirt and green shorts.  There was a book in her hand.

“What’s this?”  She looked first at Robbie standing there with two empty champagne glasses, then further down the corridor when she heard the stifled giggles coming from the others. 

“Well, yeah, thing is,” Robbie began, wishing he’d actually worked out what to say.  He looked beyond Tess to where Joel was lying on their futon with a magazine.  He didn’t glance up. Robbie lowered his voice.  “Thing is, we’re having a bit of a get together next door, over in the – the other building.  Thought maybe … you two … might want to come?”

“A get together?”  Tess repeated, matching his whisper.  She looked down at the other three again.  “Just you guys?”

“And Jiyoung and Tommy and Hannah.  We’ve got a – I did a champagne tower.”

“A champagne tower?”  Tess’s eyes were sparkling.  She smiled at Robbie and then leaned back to address Joel.  “Hey, come over here, Texas.”

“What.”

“Come over here.”

Tess smiled benignly at Robbie, scratching her calf with the toes of her other leg while she waited for Joel to haul himself up.  He stood behind Tess, hand on the door.

“What?”

Robbie glanced at Tess, who nodded encouragingly, and tried to find his words again.  “We’re having a get together over in the next – over the next, and maybe you two want to come?  I did a champagne tower.”

Joel stared at him for a moment.  He did not even bother to grace Robbie with an answer as he looked at Tess:  This fucking guy.  He started to close the door.

“Bye,” Tess flirted in the moment before the door shut. 

There was a moment of silence, and then Tess’s laughter rang out on the other side.

“Oh shit,” Robbie whispered, stepping back.  “Did you see the way he looked at me?”

Stan grinned and slung his arm around his shoulders.  “I think that was a ‘come back and ask me later.’”

“Pheromones?”  Lachie asked dryly as they headed back.

“Definitely pheromones.”

(Tess gif maker unknown, @humorblr for Joel)

[twistednuns]

January 2024

My New Year's Kiss. I wonder if this is the first time I didn't have to cheat and had a significant other volunteering for the job. I told C. about two resolutions I needed his help with. Focusing on positivity and gratitude (= to stop nagging and being overly critical) and to find a balance between distance and closeness.

A long walk through the woods. Climbing over trees and balancing with the kids. Cuddling with Mara. Getting the kids to play Activity despite their age. Connecting with Lian.

The little witch hat I poured in a New Year's ritual. A symbol for good luck and going your own way.

Charlie climbing up on my shoulder. My little witch cat. Love him.

A day at the Botanical gardens with Christian, his son and a few friends with their children. Marvelling at the tropical butterflies. Explaining interesting facts to the little ones. I felt like a walking lexicon. Beatriz took a liking to me and walked with me through the museum. She showed me the big crystals, the huge bug photographies and we played a nature quiz together.

The perfect burnt orange nail polish: Essie's row with the flow. Combining it with golden blots and black strokes.

Watching the new/last Hayao Miyazaki movie, The Boy and the Heron. Parts of it were so absolutely beautiful and touching that I kept starting to cry. I loved the scene with the Warawara spiraling up into the night sky. And the one with the landing of the tower, flames retreating back into the windows leaving only a faint glow. The iridescent colours on the stone walls. I kept discovering elements from older Ghibli movies - almost like little Easter eggs throughout the film.

Karaoke bingo, singing a duet and a little late night shopping session with Margit.

Wearing my new midnight blue velvet top. It features little golden star constellations and is so soft that I keep touching myself. I forgot how much I appreciate a good texture. Velvet is definitely one of them.

Eating a rainbow of juicy fruit for breakfast. With frozen raspberries under my vanilla porridge. And a spoonful of crunchy peanut butter.

A long chat with Becky, staring at her apple green Granny Smith sweater.

The shadows on the wall after sunset looked like a creepy snowflake made up of swords and twigs.

Angel numbers only on the bathroom scale.

Ordering exactly the piece of cake I wanted. The one with the chocolate star on top.

A very long French fry.

A dream: sitting on an unsteady stack of mattresses with my employers. Using a parachute to jump into a crumpled-up rainbow. / Preparing the van to drive up to the coast for a sailing trip with my dad.

Cinema and delicious Vietnamese dinner with Christian and Lena.

Frank checked in on me because he knew how much I dreaded going back to school and rewarded me with a cute gif of head scratches for a cat. I reacted with a vibrating phone emoji and he totally got it!

Entering productivity mode. Working on a few things that had been on my to do list forever. Tackling these is especially juicy. / My beginning of the year decluttering and organising mood. Planning ahead, streamlining my digital files and notes, throwing out physical deadweight.

Taping some of my meditative paintings on the wall. Realising how much I actually like them and how much I enjoy the creative process. I immediately sink into a state of flow as soon as I start painting. Why does it always take me so long to overcome this mental barrier?

My journal coming together beautifully. It's almost full - only a few empty pages are left. Making a collage to mark the beginning of 2024. I love writing by hand. It slows you down and structures your thinking.

Spotting a dark squirrel outside my kitchen window after talking with a pupil about winter rest and how rare it must be to see one waking up looking for the nuts they've hidden in autumn.

Tall white lilies in a green stained glass vase.

Sneaking grated carrot into my breakfast. Undetectable in carrot cake overnight oats.

A chunky apple green short sleeve sweater over a delicate black lace top. I love the contrast of the textures.

Expanding my accountability system. Christian offered to help me with my weight loss goal and my boss offered to keep asking for new ideas and insights on my career change. She wants me to get a move on. In a way, I feel quite supported. My new mommy and daddy? I know I know, I have to learn how to be my own parent, but it does feel nice to have people in your life who are looking out for you.

The sun hanging low in the sky, appearing huge through the misty winter clouds right before sunset.

It's fascinating to see how quickly the Universe throws you a ball when you've decided that you really want something. That you're ready. Since I talked to my boss about my career change I keep getting mails with interesting offers. An invitation to Guatemala to work at Fungi Academy. An old contact from PI reaching out with new international programs. Booking a free career coaching. Opportunities to study visual arts. I'm curious to see where this takes me.

The more you create, the more powerful you become. The more you consume, the more powerful others become. - James Clear

The first strawberry of the year. Yes, in January. Sue me. It was delicious. Strawberries bring me so much joy!

Tapping into a state of pure bliss during meditation. Smiling involuntarily. What a high!

The computer screen mysteriously turned on at 22:22 and demanded my attention. Huh.

I bought a car! Without thinking or knowing too much about it but I simply had a good feeling. It's tangerine-coloured and expands my range of movement a lot. I discovered that I can actually connect my phone via Bluetooth to listen to music (didn't expect that) AND the perfect volume adjustment is 22. Win.

Fabi's unexpected presents. And the spontaneous invitation to the exit room. It was lovely to see him, Frank and Marie again!

Finally giving Frank his birthday present. Finishing his letter with shared memories. He really liked it!

Realizing that I'm really scared of preparing a portfolio for Art University. Perhaps that's exactly why I should do it.

Booking plane tickets to Athens on a whim one Monday morning. I've never been to mainland Greece. And it's gonna be my first longer trip with Christian. Exciting.

A lovely Sunday with Lian and C. I delivered Fabi's boat and drove my new car in the sunshine. Beautiful, radiant winter landscapes. Connecting with C., playing, going on a little quest to find his keys, driving to the sledding hill, a gas station run to buy tobacco and get lottery tickets, cooking a delicious dinner and receiving rave reviews. A little chemistry experiment growing crystals with Lian. Getting high. Talking.

A productive coaching session with Valerie. And it was free because I won it in a raffle.

(Lemonade) Crunchy ice. (Kick it once, kick it twice / turn around, touch the ground / kick your boyfriend out of town and freeze)

Catching up with Nico over Indian food.

A cuddle movie night at Luna's. Snacks, sleepover, sharing sexy secrets with C. in the morning, playing computer games together.

Chocolate-covered dates. Comté cheese and strawberries on sourdough bread.

What an experience: attending my first KAP event. I'm still not sure what happened that afternoon.

Poor Things is such a fantastic movie. I loved everything about it. The ideas, outfits, scenery, Emma Stone's acting.

The latest Slutering Party was delicious. Very orgy-like, with lots of sensual connections and a lack of hard boundaries. Free flow and love.

The production of The Tempest / Das Dämmern der Welt was super interesting. I loved the live band and choir music. The video camera on stage, the drastic choices for the cast. Abstract but enticing.

I loved the first book I read this year: I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman.

Little luxuries. A toilet seat with an automatic/slow-closing lid. I've also started to shine my shoes. Both makes me feel very put-together and grown-up.

A super interesting collection of different niche aesthetics collected by Cari Institute.

A forced slow day. Couldn't really walk after hurting my leg jumping out of a tram's way. So I slept and read and finished my Harry Potter marathon. Didn't even completely turn it into a rot day because I put on lipstick, went to choir practice and even changed my bedsheets.

Kathrin touching my arm when she saw me come in, greeting me so warmly. It felt like she was happy to see me! Astrid inquiring about my limping. I genuinely thanked her for asking, taking an interest in me. Practicing Joyful, Joyful - such a beautiful song. "Fill us with the light." If I get the chance to sing a solo part I'll gladly accept. I'm feeling this song so much.

Stumbling upon the perfect Desigual jacket. It's made for me: MY colour. MY pattern. MY cut. And it was on sale.

A very weird morning. Super inspired. Ecstatic. Lots of insights, impulses, realizations. What's going here? Frantic journalling ensued. I understood that I might be able to... choose my reality?

Caffeine-infused creativity and musings about the word curation.

Rice pudding with fresh fruit.

My little project to use up all my stored groceries and eat the contents of my freezer.

Stocking up on countless bottles of watered down kombucha, blue juice and Volvic matcha drink. It feels like the height of luxury to have your fridge full of fancy beverages.

Strawberries and cream. End game.

The little candied, sesame-coated almond I was offered upon leaving Manouche, the Lebanese restaurant near my school. Delicious.

Comparing MRI sounds to minimal techno, sending C. Fantas by Caterina Barberi. I still want to see her live one day.

Sunrise at Filzhof. The long shadows cast by the fence. Cats basking in the morning sun. Little birdies visiting.

A ballsy move: finally getting a helix and septum piercing. Just woke up one morning and decided to do it.

Road tripping with C. Picking up my cello and an armchair from my brother's house. Talking to my former neighbour. Hardware store, home decor, thrift shopping. A piece of cake in Gstaudach. Making a delicious wok dish with lots of veggies and noodles for dinner. The cat in my car. Flight simulator with VR goggles. Sleeping on the new pillows.

And after F. cancelled on me, we spent Sunday together as well. We played some computer games, watched a movie. His son and ex-wife came over and brought pastries. I read him a few pages from A Little Life as a bedtime story.

Planning a treasure hunt for a birthday party.

Learning about C.'s taste in music.

Strong synchronicity game. 1111 on the clock, 222 on the bus.

C. booking me on his flight to Manchester. Talking about our roadtrip route. Learning about Atlas Obscura.

Buying everything I like. I escalated a little at IKEA. Assembling a trolley. It's a bit like a 3D puzzle! I'm in my home decor queen phase.

Koawach white chocolate drink. Incredibly sweet but so indulgent. To counterbalance the sweetness: rosehip tea.

Hazelnut cinnamon cookies. Pistachio ice-cream.

An indulgent guilty pleasure: devouring a whole ball of mozzarella straight out of the bag. Moist, stringy, delicious.

Using NARS Orgasm blush as eyeshadow.

Very attractive pictures of Mark Ruffalo in his Poor Things dancer's attire.

Tempeh. Brussels sprouts - not the frozen kind for once.

Feeling incredibly cool on my first work days after the sick leave. Space buns, my new Desigual jacket, the orange pair of hip sunglasses. Plum-coloured lipstick. Swirly golden hoop earrings.

A substitute lesson with cool students who could take a joke but still work on grammar exercises with me. Compliments for my English. I know, doesn't really count from 14-year-olds but it still felt nice.

Just walking over to Peter's place for an audio cable (and he even opened the door despite being ill). I love how much we've cultivated supporting each other in our choir!

[callsign-marlie]

Hey Pretty Girl

The Five Times Jake calls you his favorite pet name + one bonus little baby taste of angst :3

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader genre: FLUFF warnings: unedited, light teasing and innuendos, mention of pregnancy and child birth, no y/n used a/n this is total fluff and it was just what I needed. very short in comparison to my normal things but i almost wanna do all of the young pilots with this prompt and a different quote each time, it was so wholesome ;^;

Please feel free to like, comment and reblog. Much appreciated and much love - marlie x

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The First

“Hey pretty girl, slide me a bud, will ya?”

Blonde hair and blue eyes, a coy smile. Tanned skin pinched with a glaze sunned pink at the top of his cheeks and a clean pressed khaki uniform. The cap popped off of the glass with a fizz before you slid the bottle to him. “$5.50 for the boy in brown.”

“The boy,” he scoffed. Thick fingers gripped around the neck of the brew to coat his nails in condensation. The amber liquid swirled the enclosure of glass as he placed the rim to his lips. His eyes never left yours. “Not a boy. A man, darlin’. More of a man than any one you’ve had before tonight, I can assure you that.”

“And who said I wanted you, fly boy?” Your elbows were on the bar, leaning over the mahogany top. Even with the challenge of cleavage at your disposal, he never broke away from your gaze.

“Your eyes say enough. See ya soon, gorgeous.” He scribbled his name on the merchant copy of his receipt. A wink, the shine of a grin, and away he turned. 

You grabbed at the soggy slip of paper to find chicken scratch handwriting with ‘Jake’ and a phone number written on the bottom. Jake, huh?

The Second

“Hey pretty girl, that spot’s perfect. Just like me, right?”

He had bought you a bundle of sunflowers on a whim. They were gorgeous and tall, standing bright against the navy of your entry way in the antique crystal vase your mom had given you. Jake had cleaned up nicely in a crisp button down and slacks for your date to the local brewery down on the coast and had bought the bouquet for you on the ride home from a local farm stand. “Now you can think of me every time you leave the house and smile to start your day.”

You rolled your eyes, an endeared grin on your face. “You’re an ass, Seresin.”

“Maybe, but I’m your ass and that makes me the best ass around,” he chimed, jokingly hitting the back of his rump. “And this ass ain’t leavin’ for quite some time doll.”

“Then tell me, baby, what happens if the flowers die? How would I ever remember you then?” You lovingly wrap your arms around the top of his shoulders, careening up on your tiptoes to touch his nose with yours. 

His fingertips brushed a strand of hair that roguishly fell into your eyes. His eyes were the color of sea grass and his gaze was softly focused on your lips.  “Guess we’re just gonna have to go on more dates so I can get you more, right?”

The Third

“Hey pretty girl, may I have this dance?”

The reception was over and your feet were on fire, but you were finally home in your little shared apartment on base. Your hand, now coveted by a new diamond wedding band, sparkled under the high hat lights as Jake helped you up from the couch to the smooth sounds of John Mayer echoing in the background. Your white gown sweeped against the floor as he pulled you to his chest. 

Jake, your perfectly perfect Jake, dropped a soft kiss to your forehead, to the tip of your nose, to your lips. “Mrs. Seresin,” he whispered at each pass of his lips. You let your bare feet stand atop his, still encased in his military issued loafers and let his strong legs take you on a slow rock in your living room. It was the first time today that the two of you had been just alone: where the room wasn’t vibrating with clinking glasses or loud party music. 

Jake swayed with you gently even as the song changed, his hands dropped to your waist to rest on the crest of your bejeweled bum. You raised an eyebrow at your cheeky husband, who simply rolled his eyes and gave a boyish grin. “Just let me enjoy this baby.”

The Fourth

“Hey pretty girl, lemme help you, hold on.”

Jake’s large hands snuck underneath your rounded belly, lifting just enough weight to let your spine relax under the constant pressure of pregnancy. The dishes you were washing were suddenly forgotten and slipped from your fingers. A blissful sigh. “Ohhh, that’s the stuff, don’t stop.”

“Damn, all of my talent in bed and I’ve never heard you sound like THAT before,” he huffed, slowly letting your belly back down. “All I had to do was lift up peanut here and you’re putty, huh?” 

You pouted at the returning strain and snatched his hands back to place. You tilted your head to the side to leave a kiss and a teasing nip on his bicep. His fingers tickled over your skin in amusement.

“Uh-uh, don’t even think about it, Seresin. You stay right there.”

The Fifth

“Hey pretty girl, I’m your daddy.”

Tears were welling up in his eyes while he held the small pink bundle in his arms. She was so sleepy after making her grand entrance, kicking and yelling the entire birth. “Oh my god, I’m your daddy!”

“She looks just like you.” You were laying in your bed, completely spent, but glowing after all of your hard work pushing your new little love into the world. “You’re gonna be a great daddy, Jake.”

“And you’re gonna be a great mommy, honey girl.” He carefully made his way over to the bed and sat on the side to let your little girl close. Her eyes were closed and soft little breaths were leaving her mouth. Jake leaned over to plant a chaste kiss into your hair, your nose, your lips. He lingered longer than normal, touching his forehead to yours. 

“My pretty girls. All mine, all mine, until the day I die. I’ll never want nothing more than this.” 

Bonus: The Sixth

“Hey pretty girl, I’m alright.”

You launched yourself at your husband, tears streaming down your face. He winced under your arms, but did his best to wrap himself around you through all of the wires tubing he was attached to. Safe. His smooth hands rubbed up and down your back as you sobbed into his shoulder, leaving light taps on his back. “Don’t. You. EVER. Do. That. Again.”

“What, eject? It’s either that or die, and I’m too good to die while I’m still so young and handsome. You don’t want me to leave you a widow so soon, do you?” His megawatt smile showed reassurance, but you weren’t so sure it was real. You knew Jake better than he knew himself. His eyes, blackened from his impact, held something behind them that wasn’t there before: a fear. His façade was cracking at your worry.

“You won’t lose me, pretty girl. I’ll be here. I’m not leaving.”

“Promise me?” Your eyes just wouldn’t stop tearing up. “Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” His fingers made an ‘x’ over his heart. “And I really, really don’t wanna die. I have my whole life with you to look forward to.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

There is this trend on tik tok basically friendzoning your husband and I would to very kindly ask dick Grayson smut where he fucks the shit out of you very respectfully after your prank friendzone him, you are the best love your work, your girl is very stressed and if you could very kindly provide some serotonin I would be very thankful 🥰🥰

Friendzone

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

DC Masterlist | Main Masterlist

You pull a prank on your husband and he doesn’t appreciate it

Warnings: smut, Dick doesn’t appreciate being called by his name, slight breath play, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, Dick is strong as fuck, no use of Y/N

WC: 1.5k

Minors DNI

Sundays were for relaxing, that was the rule you instigated when you moved in with Dick. Every week, no matter what, you would just have a day at home, just the two of you. Everyone knew not to bother you on Sundays or face your wrath.

Dick was lounging on the couch, lightly dozing as he watched an old re-run of his favourite show, wearing only the light grey sweatpants he’d had since college that he refused to throw away. The light material showed a perfect outline of his cock that you had to tear your eyes away from every time you saw him. Even though Bludhaven was now in the middle of fall, your husband always ran hot so, when he could, he forewent his usual tight shirts just to sit around half naked. He always pretended to be surprised when you would snap and jump him, furiously trying to get him into bed, or wherever was closest, but he knew how wild seeing him shirtless made you.

But the hanky pinky could wait. You both were exhausted from the week, too tired to even have a quickie in the shower like you normally did when getting home from work in the hospital. It had been a full week of overnight shifts on your end, and nights of crime fighting in Gotham for Dick since Bruce had broken his leg and was out of commission for a while. Each time either of you got home, you greeted each other with a small kiss and immediately fell into bed, falling asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

So, it had been a week since you’d done the horizontal tango and you were so ready for your beautiful golden retriever of a husband to fuck you like he hated you.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to concentrate on the copy of Dracula in your hands but not having much success when your phone began to ring. You picked it up without looking at the number. “Grayson’s Mortuary. You stab ‘em we slab ‘em. What can I do for you?” That earned a little chuckle from Dick.

“Jesus, you’re fucking weird.” A gruff voice came from the other end. “Hi Jay. What’s up? You don’t usually call me on Sundays.” “You forgot, didn't you. Well, let me remind you, you wanted to pull a prank on Dick after you saw that TikTok.” “Fuck sorry man I’ve been so busy with work.” “Alright alright just get this over with. He in the room with you?” You hummed in agreement, glancing at your husband who had gone back to his show.

“Ok so what are you up to?” “Oh you know, just hanging out with a friend.” You concealed your smirk just as Dick whipped his head around, eyes wide. The idea had been born from late night scrolling on TikTok when you saw a series of videos of wives referring to their partners as friends or calling them by their first names instead of a pet name. So with a quick text conversation with your brother-in-law, a rough plan had been made and promptly forgotten.

Your husband gave you a side-eye and you had to stifle a giggle as Jason continued to speak. “So I’m guessing he’s listening in.” “Yeah, I agree man, sometimes it’s so nice to just chill with a friend, that’s what I’m doing today and it’s so refreshing.” Dick’s crystal blue eyes were slowly getting darker with a mix of rage and lust. “Hey Dick, do you think you could grab my jumper from our room?” Apparently that was the last straw because your giant of a husband vaulted over the back of the couch and ripped the phone from your hand.

“She’ll call you back.” He growled into the phone, angrily hanging up. “First of all, my name is Dickie, baby, baby bird, bear, hubby or sweetheart to you. Not Dick. Secondly, I put a ring on it so I will always be referred to as your husband. Now bend over and pull your pants down, it’s obvious you’ve gone too long without my cock since you’re acting like such a brat.”

You smiled brightly, quickly shucked your pants down your thick thighs and bending over the table so your plump ass stuck out. Dick grunted and shifted you more forward so your feet dangled in the air and your entire torso was resting on the cold marble. “Right. Now let me have my dinner.”

Dick’s knees hit the hardwood floor with a thump, his huge calloused hands spreading you open. He leaned forward, tongue flat, and licked your slit in one long, slow motion, gathering as much of your juices as possible. “Delicious.” “Oh god!” You moaned loudly when he buried his face in your pussy.

“Yes! Right there please!” He alternated tongue fucking into you and sucking your clit. After two years of marriage and three years of dating, Dick knew your body better than yourself and knew exactly what you needed. Using two fingers, he rolled your clit between them, pinching slightly as he ate you out, devouring all you were giving him. “Holy shit holy shit.” You chanted, your orgasm coming on fast since you had gone a week without one. “So close, please baby.” You were panting, eyes shut, the pleasure building in your tummy threatening to crash over you at any moment.

“No.” The growl rumbled through his chest as he pulled away, giving one last lick to your cunt before standing, pulling his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring up, slapping his toned stomach. “You’re not getting off easy tonight my love. You won’t even remember your own name when I’m done with you.”

Without warning, he shoved forward and buried himself to the hilt in one stroke. You screamed as you came, your pussy fluttering and clenching almost painfully around your husband’s length. “Oh fuck baby girl. So fucking tight.” He tucked his face into the back of your neck biting down on the skin harshly to stop himself from blowing his load too soon.

“That’s my good girl. Cumming just from getting a cock stuck in her. You’re my good girl right?” You groaned in the affirmative. “No no. Words my love. Need to hear that beautiful voice.” As he thrust slowly into you, angling perfectly down to hit your g-spot, you found your voice again. “Yes! ‘M your good girl! ‘M yours!” “That’s right. My fucking wife.” He spoke through his clenched teeth, jaw locked, muscles straining as he pumped into you faster.

Your body was being pounded forward, hips digging into the corner of the counter but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when your husband was pulling every bit of pleasure from you as he could. No doubt, there will be massive bruises along your stomach tomorrow.

“Touch your clit baby. Need you to cum one more time.” “Can’t” You slurred, your vision becoming tunneled. “Fine. Guess I’ll do it myself.” A huge arm wrapped around you, spanning the length of your torso, forearm resting between your breasts so his hand could encircle your throat, applying only the slightest bit of pressure so your breath only came out in small puffs.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as he picked up the pace once more, supporting all your weight on his forearm, hand squeezing your neck tighter, bringing your body back towards him. The crude slaps of his hips against your ass and his deep moans drove you higher and higher, your orgasm looming on the horizon.

Dick’s cock twitched wildly inside you. “God, gonna cum.” His other hand wedged itself beneath you and with a slight flick of his fingers against your clit and the loosening of his grip around your neck, you exploded. White dotted your vision, your mouth dropping open, a high pitched whine escaping you with each punch of his cock against your cervix.

“Fuck yes!” His pelvis met your ass as he released himself into you, groaning beautifully into your ear, a warmth spreading through you. He laid a sloppy kiss to your cheek and pulled out, his seed spilling from you and slowly running down your leg. “Oh god. I needed that.” You breathed, voice hoarse. Dick pulled his sweatpants back up, not caring about the wet spot appearing from the remnants of his cum.

“Me too baby. I love you.” “Love you more bear.” You muttered as he pulled you up, scooping you into his strong arms and striding into your bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he pulled off your shirt and sports bra as well as his own pants, depositing them in the hamper in the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, just looking at you.

“What are you doing over there, lover?” He chuckled. “Just looking at my beautiful wife.” “Then come over here and give her some lovin’ Dick.” You smirked as his eyes darkened again and his dick twitched. “Oh you’re in for it.”

He kept onto the bed, pinning you down as your giggles turned into moans.

You’d have to send Jason a thank you gift for putting up with your shit.

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his bet

pairings: fratboy!izana x f!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns used)

warnings: NSFW 18+; Minors DNI!; mentions of alcohol consumption, creepy behavior from a minor character, oral (f!receiving), protected sex, praise, soft sex with izana because our boy is perfect <3

word count: 5.7k

notes: my submission for @mommysano‘s izana collab! many thanks to @christeningsakusa for helping me edit and to @saintizana and @haikyutiehoe for beta-reading! likes and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

taglist: @petalsrdead @ohtobiors @frenchtoastmafia @devilgirlcrybabiey @dessceased @sunat2508 @crystal-lilac @nymphtual

You would enjoy your developmental psychology class more if it weren’t for the annoying pest that followed you everywhere. He sits right next to you in every class session, amethyst eyes meticulously scanning the room for your figure. Once they land on the back of your head, he makes a beeline for the auditorium seat next to you and triumphantly plops himself down.

It’s been like this for the past three years without fail, except for that one time in your sophomore year when some naive boy sat next to you, and he picked him up by his ear and dragged him to the other side of the lecture hall. Since then, no one has dared to try and sit in his seat, all your classmates too threatened by the prospect of having a swollen, stinging helix for the next hour and a half.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he were easy to get along with, but unfortunately for you, he’s not. He’s cocky and competitive, always making a point to rub it into your face whenever he scores higher than you on an exam. He’s persistent and nosy, constantly asking you if you have any weekend plans, and when you curtly reply “no,” you can almost taste the faux sympathy dripping from his tone. But worst of all, he’s loud— his dangly red and black earrings clinking around whenever he fidgets in his seat (which happens quite often).

You think that Izana Kurokawa might actually be your arch nemesis, perpetually battling in this unspoken competition against one another, yet both of your egos are too big for either of you to wave a white flag.

His words ring in your ears as you wait for your test results back.

“If you get a higher score than me on this midterm, I’ll stop sitting next to you. But if I score higher than you… then you have to be my date to my frat’s formal this Friday night.”

You don’t even know why you agreed to such a stupid bet— maybe you just wanted to prove to yourself that you could beat him for once. There’s no doubt in your mind that you did— he walked in ten minutes late to the exam, and he barely had time to cross his t’s and dot his i’s before the time ran out. You still remember the look of pure distress on his face as he messily scribbled down his answers, his normally well-kept hair haphazardly tied back with a few strands delicately framing his face, his brows furrowed in a deep yet frustrated concentration. This mental image makes you chuckle quietly to yourself as your teacher hands back your graded test paper.

The number circled in red makes your smirk grow even wider— a 99 out of fucking 100. There’s absolutely no way he could beat my score! You think to yourself, but your smile is slapped clean off of your face when you turn to speak to Izana.

“A straight 100 out of 100,” he remarks, holding up his paper with the perfect score circled in bright red ink. The look of unabashed pride on his face makes your eye twitch. “How ‘bout you, cutie?”

You bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from screaming in the crowded lecture hall. “A 99…” you murmur, barely audible, as you shrink back into your seat.

He raises his eyebrows in amusement, basking in the defeated look that’s written all over your pretty features. “Looks like I’ll finally have a date for tonight then.”

Rolling your eyes, you sit up straight in your chair. “Were you really that confident I’d go with you?” You scoff, narrowing your eyes in a pitiful attempt to size him up.

“Mmm,” he stares up at the ceiling as he searches for an appropriate response. “Well, yes,” he finally answers after a few seconds of contemplation. “That and I also just didn’t have anybody else that I wanted to go with, I guess.” He shrugs nonchalantly, and from the sour look on your face, he could tell that his answer is insufficient, which makes his prideful smile settle even deeper into his cheeks.

“I mean,” he adds on, this time with a playful lilt evident in his tone, “it’s not like you were doing anything tonight anyways— if the previous times I asked if you did anything fun over the weekend were any indicator of your nonexistent social life.”

Izana Kurokawa might actually be the bane of your existence.

Before you can even quip back a snarky remark, your professor’s voice draws your attention to the front of the class.

“The grades for this midterm were definitely better than the last one, but I’d like to see more effort from you all,” he sighs as he shakes his head. “As usual, Izana set the curve for this exam, and since he got a perfect score, the scaling might not be to your benefit.”

In your peripheral vision, you see Izana giggle silently to himself, and you just know that he’s relishing this moment. What kind of sadistic asshole enjoys fucking over his classmates? You ask yourself.

“He’s proof that you all are capable of succeeding in this class if you put in the time and work,” your professor continues. “Try to be more like him.”

Your nose scrunches up in disgust at your professors supposed “pep talk.” Why the hell would I want to be more like someone who’s so rude, noisy, incredulous, cocky, condescending, and—

“Be ready by 9 tonight,” Izana’s words pull you out of your onslaught of insults. “I’ll pick you up. You still live in that dilapidated apartment complex?”

“Yes,” you reply coldly. “And it’s not ‘dilapidated,’ it’s actually under renovation right now.”

“Alright, alright,” he lifts both hands up in surrender. “No need to get defensive on me.” He bends down and picks up his bag from the floor. “Try to look hot,” he says as he slings one of the backpack’s straps over his shoulder.

“But I don’t think that’d be much of an issue for you” is the last thing he tells you before turning around and walking away, leaving you flustered as his words ring in your ears.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Coming!” You call out from your bedroom. “Just give me a second!”

You swipe on lipgloss and clean up the edges of your mouth to finish your makeup look. Checking the time on your phone, your screen reads 8:56 PM in white numbers.

He’s early, you think to yourself. This comes as a surprise to you, considering his frat’s reputation— which by default follows him around, being their president and all. Tau Nu Kappa is notoriously known for being a flaming cesspool of rich pretty boys who waste their youth and talents on snorting up lines of various illegal substances, guzzling alcohol straight from the bottle on weeknights, and screwing and screwing over women who just didn’t know any better. Izana himself isn’t free of the hushed rumors that circulate about him. You heard from a friend of a friend that one time he hooked up with some girl in your major’s cohort and she caught feelings that he didn’t reciprocate. She then proceeded to badmouth him to everyone in your psychology class, calling him a “womanizing fuckboy” who just “used her then threw her away when he got bored.”

You stand in front of your mirror, awkwardly shifting your weight between each foot as you slip on your shoes. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous; you’ve known Izana for the entirety of your college career. But something about tonight is different— it’s the first time you’re meeting him outside of an academic setting. There’s no group project to argue about or course material to review— just you and him, left alone to actually learn about one another. You’re sure tonight will be an actual shitshow, but there’s a small sliver of you that hopes tonight might go well.

He knocks another three times, this time more forcefully, and it pulls you out of your dazed state.

Maybe tonight going well is just wishful thinking.

“I said give me a fucking second, will ya?” You yell back as you run to your front door. After smoothing out the hem of your hastily-bought dress one last time, you wrap your hand around your doorknob and slowly creak the door open.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

Izana wears an all-black outfit— a lacy black shirt with flower and cloud designs intricately woven into it matched with a pair of black trousers. His shirt is unbuttoned and draped loosely over his torso, and it doesn’t help that the material itself is distractingly see through, leaving very little to the imagination; you can see his toned pecs and abs through the sheer fabric, and you have to force yourself to stop staring for too long.

“You as well,” you compliment him back, even though amazing is definitely an understatement. He looks absolutely stunning, but you can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that you find him his outfit attractive.

You giggle before you add on, “But why do I feel like I’m more covered up than you? Doesn’t it usually work the other way around?”

His lips curl upwards into a smirk as he leans against your doorframe. “Couldn’t have my date looking hot as fuck while I looked like every other motherfucker in the building. You ready to go?”

The Tau Nu Kappa house is nothing like you’d expected, but honestly, tonight has been full of surprises thus far.

For one, it’s definitely a lot cleaner than other frat houses you’ve visited— your shoes don’t stick to the floor, there’s no beer cans or wine bottles littered in every corner of the house, and the toilets actually have toilet seats. And second, the men are a lot less douchey than people make them out to be. Upon arrival, he introduces you to his fraternity’s cabinet, and for the most part, they seem like normal people. Ran and Rindou Haitani, Hajime Kokonoi, Tetta Kisaki, and Shuji Hanma— you saw so many faces and learned so many names that you’re having trouble associating the two. But a handsome man with a scar that stretches across half of his face and over his right eye— Kakucho Hitto, Tau Nu’s Sergeant at Arms— was the most excited to “finally meet” you, claiming that Izana spoke “very highly” of you, whatever the hell that meant.

After the introductions, you and Izana stand in front of the open bar, both sipping on some fruit punch flavored jungle juice— courtesy of the infamous Shion Madarame, known to concoct drinks that will give you the spins after a cup or two.

“Wait,” you place the back of your hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from spitting out your drink, “so that video of some dude skinny dipping in the university fountain was actually you?!”

Izana chuckles and shakes his head. “Yea, I get pretty messy when I’m crossed. Never doing that shit again.”

You take another sip from your cup when Kakucho approaches his president, leaning in close and whispering something that you can’t hear over the booming music. Izana nods his head once before turning to you.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Apparently some pledge is blacked out in the shower and they need help carrying him out.”

“Okay,” you smile softly at him as he turns around and walks away, disappearing from your sight in the crowd of partygoers.

Your fingers tap around the red Solo cup, and you raise it to your mouth only to find that it’s completely empty.

Wow, I guess we were talking for a really long time, you think to yourself. You’re staring at your empty cup, reflecting on the conversation you just had, when a voice from behind the counter interrupts your train of thought.

“Want a refill?”

“Huh?” You turn around and face a man behind the bar— no older than a freshman and presumably a pledge. He flashes you a lopsided smile, and you politely smile back.

His eyes flicker down to your cup. “It’s empty. Do you want a refill?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you respond as you hand him the plastic cup. When he grabs it, his fingers gently brush over yours and it gives you an uneasy feeling, but you just brush it off as being separated from Izana and not knowing anyone in the building.

He ducks his head below the countertop and grabs a bottle of cheap vodka and a half-empty jug of lemonade. “Where’s your date?” He asks while pouring three-seconds worth of alcohol into your cup. “A pretty girl like you should never be left alone at a frat party. Something bad could happen, y’know?”

“He’s just helping out one of the brothers right now, but he should be back soon!” You reply assuredly, doing your best to weasel out of the conversation.

“Mmm, I see,” the pledge mumbles as he screws the cap back onto the lemonade jug. He slides the red Solo cup to you before adding on. “Well, I get off of my bar shift in 15 minutes, and if your date still isn’t back by then, I’d love to keep you company.”

Oh, that’s where this conversation is heading.

You smile and calmly shake your head. “No, it’s really okay! He should be back any second now!” You try to turn around and step away from the bar, but his cold, clammy fingers wrap around your shoulder and spin you back around, spilling some of the drink on your dress in the process.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he coos, his twisted grin making you feel sick to your stomach. “You really didn’t think you could come to one of our parties and not put out. Don’t be fucking naive.”

“Please, let me go,” you plead, voice shaky as you try to regain control of the situation. “I don’t wanna cause a scene. I–”

“Sorry for taking so long, pretty. The kid lowkey put up a fight.”

Izana places his hand over the pledge’s and tosses it off of your shoulder. When he nestles his chin into your shoulder and wraps his arm around your waist, a feeling of safety and comfort overtakes your body. You never thought you’d ever say this, but thank god Izana’s here.

“Who’s this?” He asks as he nuzzles his cheek deeper into where your neck and shoulder meet.

“President,” the pledge responds, chuckling hesitantly to relieve some of the tension in the air. “I- I didn’t know this was your date.”

Izana laughs, but you can tell that he doesn’t find the situation funny. “Of course this is my date,” he answers matter-of-factly. “The president should always bring the prettiest date, shouldn’t he?” His arms squeeze tighter at your waist, and you gently brush your fingers over his wrists to try to calm him down.

“Yea, you’re right boss!” The pledge rubs the back of his neck with his right hand, slowly backing away from the counter. He gulps, “I should probably get back to work…”

Suddenly, Izana grabs the boy by his shirt collar, pulling him forward and slamming his face onto the countertop with a heavy thud. He leans forward until his face hovers only a couple inches above the pledge’s, whispering in a low and dangerous tone. For a moment, you’re frightened, but it soon turns into an unwarranted heat bubbling in your core.

“We don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here, you know that.” The boy tries to lift his head up from the table, but Izana slams it back down and holds it in place. “If you wanted to be a creepy asshole, I heard that Osanai’s frat is still looking for new members!”

He throws his head back in a fit of laughter, before looking down at the boy once more. “But a word of advice— don’t try to take advantage of the president’s date. That’ll definitely get you kicked out of any fraternity you rush.”

Izana finally eases his grip, turning around to face you. The sadistic look that had been on his face a second ago is completely wiped off, his ethereal features laden with concern.

“Are you alright?” He asks, checking your face for any signs of pain. “Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head. “No,” you answer, chuckling before pointing to the stain on your skirt, “but I am sticky and wet.” The growing discomfort of your soiled dress pulls you back to reality, making you forget the warmth in between your legs.

He laughs with you and extends his hand. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You interlace your fingers with his as he guides you through the house, weaving through a sea of inebriated people and through a maze of stairs and twisty hallways. When you arrive at his room, he stops in front of his door.

“You can wait out here if you want,” he assures you, his bright lavender eyes staring at you softly. “I can just grab some clothes for you and you can change in the bathroom.”

You gently squeeze his hand and flash him a faint smile. “No, it’s okay. I’d rather we don’t get separated again. And honestly, I could use a break from the rowdiness and chaos of the party.”

Izana smiles and nods, a faint blush tinting his tanned cheeks. “That’s completely fair.” He opens the door and lets you inside first, before turning on the ceiling light. “Sorry, it’s kinda a mess right now.”

You look around the room and it’s the exact opposite of what you’d expected. You’ve never taken Izana to be the sentimental type, but you guess it just goes to show how little you actually know about him, despite having known him for the past few years. The wall behind his bed is lined from the ceiling to the floor with photos— some are of his fraternity brothers that you recognize, some are of scenery and places that you’ve never been to, but most are of him smiling with a blonde girl, a blonde boy, and an older black-haired man.

He walks over to his dresser and pulls a random shirt from his drawer. He tosses it onto his bed before plopping down next to it, leaning his body weight on one arm.

“It’s a lot to look at, huh?”

You nod as you continue to analyze each picture carefully. Your eyes fall on one photo in particular— a little boy with white hair and a little boy with a scar over his right eye, who you presume is Izana and Kakucho, lie inside of a snow fort, bright smiles plastered on their faces and a rosy tint on their noses and cheeks from the biting cold.

“You were a really cute kid,” you tell him as you sit down next to him on his bed, leaning your body weight on one arm to continue looking at the photo wall.

He chuckles. “Thanks. Kakucho and I used to play in the snow all the time when we were in the orphanage together.”

“Orphanage?” You ask as you turn around to face him. “You lived in an orphanage?”

Izana nods his head before laying his back flat on the bed, his arms resting behind his neck. “Yep, only for a few years though, before my big brother Shin got me out when he turned 18.”

“Is he the black-haired guy in your photos?”

He stares at his ceiling, eyes distant and slightly misty but a faint smile adorning his pretty lips. “Yea, he is. He taught me everything— how to ride a bike, how to fight, how to pick up girls, even though I honestly don’t think he was qualified to speak on that subject.” He laughs to himself before adding on. “And for a while, he and Kakucho were all I had.”

“He seems like a great guy,” you respond as you lie down next to him.

There’s a slight pause before Izana whispers, “He was.”

“Oh,” you sit up and turn to look down at him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up a touchy subject—”

He clicks his tongue and shoos away your apology. “No need to be sorry. I’m not ashamed about anything. My life’s an open book.”

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes at him. “Hmm, that’s interesting.”

Izana immediately sits up with you, smirking and eyeing you cautiously. “How so?”

“For someone who claims that his life is an open book, people know so little about you,” you tease. “Everyone’s scared of you, or admires you, or wants to fuck you…”

Izana chuckles while you ramble on, “But no one actually knows you. Like, the real you.”

He’s quiet for a second before he shrugs. “Well, no one’s taken the time to ask.”

“Then can I?”

He shoots you an inquisitive look as you add, “Can I ask you about yourself?”

“Go ahead,” he answers, turning his body to face you completely.

You hum, tapping your pointer finger against your chin as you stare up at the ceiling in thought. “Why psychology?”

Izana throws his head back and laughs. “Out of all the fucking questions you could’ve asked me— what my favorite color is, how many women I’ve fucked, if I’ve ever committed a crime before— you ask me about my major?”

“Whenever our professors ask you about your career plans you always just say that you don’t know or that you don’t have it figured out yet,” you retort. “But honestly, I think you do know— you just don’t feel like it’s worth sharing or opening up to people who won’t matter to you in the long run.”

His grin settles deeper into his face. “So you’re saying that you matter to me?”

Your lips curl upwards into a smile and you roll your eyes. “I don’t mean it like that, but c’mon, indulge me.”

He sighs. “Fine, but only because you asked so kindly.” His foot playfully taps yours, forcing a giggle to slip past your lips. “I wanna use my psychology degree and go into social work, specifically the child development field. Maybe start my own orphanage with Kakucho? I don’t know, I just know I wanna make these kids feel like they have a home— something that I didn’t really have for a large portion of my life.”

You nod your head as you process his answer. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“Surprising, right?” He snickers back. “The class douchebag actually has a heart.”

You scoff at his self-deprecating joke. “You’re not a douchebag, at least I don’t think you’re one anymore,” you assure him.

“Anymore?” He cocks his eyebrow at you.

You cover your mouth with your hand and giggle. “C’mon, let’s not lie to ourselves. You were kinda an asshole to me for the past three years.”

He laughs and shakes his head as he rises from his seat. “Like I said, my big brother Shin wasn’t the best at giving girl advice.” He grabs his crumpled shirt and places it on your lap. “I’ll step outside while you change; just knock on the door when I can come back in.”

He turns to leave, but your hand wraps around his wrist to stop him.

“No, it’s okay,” you coo, biting your lip as you test the waters. “You can stay here.”

His head swivels around to look at you. “What are you–”

The sight before him knocks the air out of his lungs. His jaw hangs loose as he watches you slip the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, exposing your bare tits to warm lamplight, nipples perking up when they come into contact with the cold air.

His eyes flit from your chest to your face a few times before he realizes what he’s doing. He quickly averts his eyes, neck craned as he stares up at the ceiling. “I’m so sorry,” he sputters out. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You giggle as you slowly pull his hand closer to your tits, gently placing his hand over one of your nipples. “‘Zana, it’s okay. I want you to look at me.”

He cautiously looks down, and you can see small beads of sweat forming around his temples from his nervousness. He chews on his lower lip before experimentally pinching your hardened bud, forcing a soft mewl to slip past your lips.

His other hand gently caresses your cheek, running his thumb over your lower lip before pushing it inside your mouth. “You look like a fucking angel, d’ya know that?” Hollowing your cheeks, you suck and flick the tip of your tongue around the digit. You stare up at him with doe eyes, nodding as his finger muffles the sounds of your humming.

Izana smirks, pleased at your pliant demeanor. “You want me to fuck you, princess? Is that what my desperate girl wants?”

Your mouth releases his thumb with a pop. Your eyes flicker down to the tent growing in his slacks. Smiling at him coyly, you tease, “Mhmm, but it seems like you might be a little more desperate than me.”

He pushes his knee in between your thighs, forcing them apart so that he can kneel in between them at the edge of the bed. From his place on the ground, he looks up at you and narrows his eyes. “And what makes you say that?”

“Mmm, just my intuition!”

He chuckles before lifting your hips so he can slide the skirt of your dress above your hips, bunching the material around your waist and exposing your soaked panties. Languidly running his fingers above your clothed cunt, he tsks.

“You’re already dripping for me and you wanna call me the desperate one?”

“Shut up and just touch me already,” you quip back, and Izana takes that as his cue to slip your panties to your ankles and dip his face in between the plush flesh of your thighs. He starts slow at first, licking up and down your slit to collect your juices. But once he gains his confidence, his lips encircle your clit and begin to flick and suck on the swollen bud, building up to a pace that has your core tightening from pleasure.

“Fuck,” you rasp out, throwing your head back while grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy. “F-feels so good.”

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbles against your folds. “Cum for me, yea? Want you to cum all over my fuckin’ face.”

You frantically nod as you feel your orgasm looming over you. His fingers run up and down your slit to collect your wetness before two are pushed into your drooling hole, curling and massaging the ribbed spot on the topside of your walls. You shriek at the added sensation, but his other hand squeezes your thigh, calming you down and letting you know that he’s got you.

Your gaze leaves the ceiling to look at him, and you swear you’ve never seen a prettier sight. Izana’s hair is disheveled, sweat making his platinum hair stick against his forehead. His chest heaves up and down, and his biceps are tensed as he toys with your pussy. But you think his eyes are the prettiest image— his amethyst eyes watch you with the most intense gaze, pupils dilated as he grows intoxicated over your blissed out expression.

Your eyes are forced shut when your orgasm slams into you. Your thighs squeeze around his face and your back arches off of his bed, but Izana doesn’t stop, finger fucking you through your euphoric high to make it last as long as possible. He finally relaxes once you pry his hand away from your cunt. He pulls back with a shit-eating grin on his face and wipes your glistening slick from his mouth and chin with the pad of his thumb. Your thighs clench together when he places the digit on his tongue, the pink muscle licking and cleaning it up.

“I know this is a little backwards,” he chuckles, voice airy as he catches his breath. His eyes meet yours, desire swimming in his irises.“But can I kiss you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean down to kiss him. It’s gentle at first, both of you hesitant about the intimacy being shared between the two of you, but once your tongue swipes over his lips, the kiss grows into something more fervid, more needy, more lustful. But when your teeth nip at his bottom lip, he immediately pulls away.

“I need to be inside you. Like right now,” he pants, chest rising and falling as he tries to stabilize his breath.

You wrap your arms around his neck and giggle. “Awh, what happened to not wanting to be desperate?” You tease, fingers playing with the little hairs on his nape.

“I’m about to fuck the girl I’ve liked for the past three years,” he quips back. “You think I give a shit if I’m desperate? Of course I fuckin’ am.”

Your lips curl into a proud smile. “Keep talking like that and I might fall in love with you,” you beam. Placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, you add on, “Grab a condom.”

He rises from his kneeled position, quickly stripping himself of his garments and discarding them onto a pile on the floor. He grabs a golden foil packet from his drawer, hastily ripping it open and sliding the latex over his dick. After spitting onto his hand to lube up his shaft, he kneels onto the bed, the mattress dipping under the added weight.

You slip your dress completely off of your body and move over to the center of his bed, resting your head against the sea of pillows that line his headboard. He crawls over to you, slowly pumping his cock with one hand while placing his body weight on the other. You loop your arms around his neck once he finally hovers over you.

“Being honest, I’m a little nervous,” he sheepishly admits, averting his eyes away from your gaze.

Your lips curl upwards into a smile, your fingers ruffling through his hair. “And why’s that, ‘Zana baby?”

“‘Cuz,” he mutters. “This is my first time having sex with someone I actually care about. Just wanna make sure that you feel amazing too.”

You slide your hand in between your bodies, wrapping your palm around his cock and pumping it a few times. His whole body shudders when you rub his tip against your slick folds, lining it up with your entrance.

“And I will feel amazing,” you assure him. “You know why?”

“Hmm,” is all he manages to croak out, his mind too hazy with how your hand expertly squeezes around his shaft.

“Because I like you too,” you whisper. “And I think that after tonight, you should take me out on a real date— you know, one that’s separate from your fraternity’s activities. You like the sound of that, baby?”

“Mhmm.” He nods his head against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin while his lips greedily nip at your flesh. He’s unbelievably needy, and you genuinely think he might cum from this position alone if you don’t quit your teasing. So you decide to take mercy on him, and wrapping your legs around his back, you pull his hips flush against yours, forcing his entire length inside your tight hole in one solid motion.

“Fuck!” He groans once he’s fully sheathed inside of your fluttering pussy. He pulls away to look at your face, checking for any signs of discomfort. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Your eyes are shut tightly and your brows furrow. “Y-Yes. N-need you to move, ‘Zana. Please–”

He winds his hips back and snaps them forward, making your back arch when his skin loudly slaps against yours. He does it steadily a few more times before picking up the pace, rutting into you like an animal in heat.

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Izana breathily praises. “Gonna make you fuckin’ mine, yea? Nobody else gets to see you like this, promise?”

“I promise, I promise, I promise!” You babble, too cockdrunk to register anything he’s saying. His cock is so thick and stretches you out deliciously; his tip brushes against the ribbed part of your walls with each thrust, making you see white with each forceful movement into your fucked-out cunt. “Wanna be yours, baby. Please make me yours!”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” he chokes out. “Cum with me, princess.” When you nod, he snakes his hand down your body and pinches your clit.

You throw your head back when your second orgasm washes over you. Your legs shake around his hips, and your walls clamp around his cock, threatening to push him out. He cums while you ride out your high, his hips unsteadily pistoning into you as he shoots his load into the latex condom. He lets you milk his cock dry before slowly pulling out, and you sigh at the empty feeling.

“Shit, I’ve never cum that hard before,” he confesses as he delicately slips off the condom, tying it up and disposing it in the trash. He lies back down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nestling his head on your chest. He looks up at you, bright lavender eyes staring up at you intently like a little puppy, and it makes your heart swoon. “Did you enjoy that too?” He pouts, jutting out his bottom lip.

“Yea, I did,” you hum softly. “We should do that more often.”

Izana playfully scoffs, burrowing his face into your breasts and sighing heavily. “Duh, d’ya think I was lying when I said that I was gonna make you mine? Give me some time and I’ll prove to you that I deserve to be your man.”

“And how much time do you need?”

“Mmm,” he murmurs. “Maybe like, 30 minutes? And then tomorrow I’ll take you out to breakfast, sounds good?”

You giggle. “Yea, sounds good.” You run your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp, and he purrs at the gentle sensation. “But what about the party?”

“I trust that the boys have enough common sense to last one night without me. Stay with me like this.”

[xaharadesert]

Genius MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: this one is for @dontmindthissimp! I very much appreciate you telling me to take my time; it makes me feel less guilty about only now getting to your request haha! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

He’s absolutely delighted by your intelligence

Not to sound pretentious, but he really appreciates the opportunity to talk to someone who takes interest in the same subjects as him

That’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy messing around with his friends who don’t consider themselves intellectuals, but there’s something refreshing about being able to exercise that part of his mind without worrying over offending anyone who might not understand

If you need someone to ramble to, or bounce ideas off of, he’s always willing to listen

He’s one of the few people who will genuinely be just as excited about the next great scientific discovery right alongside you

🧡Portia🧡

Personally, she’s never placed too much value on how book smart she was

So she doesn’t really understand what you’re talking about most of the time

But regardless, she’s your number one supporter!

Whenever you’re doing smart things, she’ll be right beside you hyping you up and bringing you snacks

You’re also her go-to whenever she has a question about literally anything

She feels like there’s a pretty high chance you’ll have the answers she’s looking for

💛Lucio💛

Sounds like the perfect excuse for him to brag about how amazing you are :)

He doesn’t always understand what you’re talking about; he could if he really wanted to, but that’s the problem— he finds it a bit boring

But that’s not gonna stop him from fully supporting you and telling everyone what a genius you are

Whatever resources you need/want to expand your knowledge, he’ll find for you

It might be a little stressful at times; there’s an ever increasing amount of pressure on you to know everything

💚Muriel💚

It’s a nice way to fill the silence, in his opinion

He doesn’t always understand what you’re talking about, nor does he care to learn, but it’s become a part of his life that he doesn’t think he could live without

The constant background noise of you mumbling intellectual nonsense to yourself is comforting, and the silence begins to sound strange

His favourite part is when you start talking about something that you’re particularly passionate about, and you suddenly become loud and animated

Both he and Inanna do their best to return the energy

💙Asra💙

His knowledge aligns more with magical than with science and math, but he still supports your interests and adores your enthusiasm

Sometimes he’ll ask you a question about something he knows you’re interested in just to hear you rant happily about it

It’s a bit funny to see your shared living space; it’s a mix of crystals, tarot cards, herbs, pages of formulas, heavy books, and spill ink

Somehow the two of you still manage to work together in perfect harmony

Opposites attract, after all

💜Nadia💜

She loves having someone around that can keep up with her when she starts discussing more intellectual topics

In fact, she sometimes needs a moment to catch up to you

She’s often preoccupied with running Vesuvia, so she relies on you to bring her news about developments within the scientific community

Her expertise aligns mostly with mechanical engineering, but she’ll do her best to broaden her horizons to discuss other topics with you

Overall, she’s just thrilled to have a partner that shares her less common interests

[hansolmates]

here comes the bride, all dressed in pride

summary; You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; fake dating!au, fluff, crack, mentions of cheating, lang, alcohol, mc eats meat, tw sexual harassment, toxic family, dick talk, making out, if u have that one family member that pulls bs on you constantly this is it, this fic is for all the people who have a huge ass family who wont leave them alone w.c; 17.3k  a/n: my second fic for gcn’s 23 birthday project! the fact that wedding szn zoomed by us like that... and so bc im sad that so many weddings had to be postponed this fic was born! a huge thank u to vivi @eerieedits​ / @chillingtae​​ for creating this BEAUTIFUL fic banner and separator pls check vivi out to make your fics all purty

prompts used: “You’ve always been beautiful to me, don’t you know that?” and “I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.”

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Doyeon likes to call Jungkook, “the one who got away.” 

You like to call Doyeon, “the one who drove him away.” 

In secret, of course. In fact, the only person who knows how much you loathe Doyeon and her behavior is your father. And all your co-workers. And your boss. And your boss’ ex-husband. 

And Jeon Jungkook, but of course you haven’t seen the man in two years and back then he was far too polite to address his concerns of your hatred of his then-girlfriend. 

Okay, so everyone and their mother knows how much you don’t like your cousin. Kim Doyeon and you have had beef since the sandbox, and for whatever reason is always out to one-up you. A strange competitive nature in everything, academics, family, and even boys. The sick, twisted part of you has come to enjoy it. While you’re not a fighter as devout as Doyeon is, you have your own callous tendencies farmed from the seeds Doyeon has planted in your brain. She gives you a comment? You can’t help but throw one back. Since you’re a painfully mature soul you don’t have any mortal enemies as far as you know, Doyeon is the perfect amount of hot water to keep you on your toes. 

“I’m really sorry that you couldn’t be a bridesmaid,” Doyeon cooes next to you, swirling her champagne glass with a too-jutted pout, “but if I did there’d be an odd number of pairings and you’re a little too old to be walking as a bridesmaid, am I right?” 

Your nails. Are digging. Through your dress. Alas, you’re in public and you have class. Doyeon smiles at you with all teeth, reminding you of the Beldam from Coraline. Aside from that she looks absolutely stunning in that Lirika Matoshi strawberry dress that has her Instagram aching with likes and love from her baseless followers. 

“I don’t know,” you reply lightly, leaning back in your seat, “I mean, if Yoojung and Rena can be bridesmaids and they’re three years older than me, wouldn’t I make the cut? It’s okay to be honest and say you just didn’t want me in the bridal party.” 

Doyeon laughs, slaps your thigh like you told her the most hilarious joke in the world. Anyone passing by would think you’re best friends. You laugh too, incredulous at the amount of power she thinks she holds. 

“Nice party,” you tack on, surveying the room. It’s filled with pastels and beiges, bright and airy.  It’s Parisian themed, and while you’re not a fan of theming cultures, you can’t deny that you’re loving the infinite supply of macarons. 

“Oh, yes. This is just a taste of the real wedding,” she laces her fingers together, as if she thinks she’s living an Elizibethean love story, “speaking of, you put on your RSVP that you’re bringing a plus one. Am I allowed to know who’s the unlucky date?” 

“As if you care.” 

“I care if you’re bringing Jimin. That tiny thing nearly gave Aunt Lillian a heart attack when he gave a striptease at Yoongi’s graduation party.” 

You smirk softly at the bold memory. That was the plan. 

Doyeon sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and popping out a cherry red heel. She plays with the back on the balls of her feet, letting the little pearly rhinestones glisten in the candlelight, “I should really commend you, cousin,” she drawls, “I mean, how kind of you to be so charitable and give your dopey friends a chance to have fun. After all, I’m sure it is difficult for someone like you to find a date.” 

It’s no surprise as to how you end up with a date at any family formal gathering. You say you bring a plus one, and then between Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. The three of them draw straws as to who gets to gorge on free alcohol and food for that night. 

“Difficult?” you arch a brow, “I get plenty of dates.” 

Doyeon giggles. She must be feeling extra vindictive today, high on her impending marriage and the taste of bubbly champagne. “By taking turns with those three? You gotta be kidding me,” she snorts, tipping back her crystal, “please y/n. Don’t get so defensive because I’m getting married first. Your time will come. That is, if you stop dicking around with your friends.” 

Normally you’d smother any attempt at Doyeon to call out your friends, but now she’s just done that and insulted your ability to get some, and you are livid. 

“Actually,” you quip sharply, “I’ve been dating someone. It’s been a couple months, actually.” 

“Oh?” Doyeon’s genuinely interested, face falling slightly, “you’ve never mentioned anyone, I don’t see anyone on your social media.” 

“Yeah well,” you feign sympathy, pressing your lips together and tilting your head accordingly, “I’ve had to keep it private for a couple of reasons.” 

“What, is he ugly or something?” she chuckles, “but really, who’s the person who has the misfortune of being in a committed relationship with you?” 

Maybe it’s because Doyeon’s right, the both of you are too old. The two of you have been running around each other for years, with no end in sight. Maybe, the words that linger on the tip of your tongue will be the final nail in the coffin. 

“Jeon Jungkook,” you state proudly, clear as day. “Jungkook and I have been dating for three months.” 

And you pick up the vanilla macaron that sits innocently on your plate, ravishing it up like it contained all the tension in your table. Between you and Doyeon’s bubble, you could hear a pin drop. 

“Jungkook?” her smile is concrete-solid, “my Jungkook?” 

“My Jungkook,” you correct, giving her a puppy-eyed look, “I’m really sorry I never told you. I mean, is there ever a right time to tell your cousin they’re dating their ex-boyfriend?” you laugh, either to lighten the mood or because you love the way Doyeon pinches her face, you don’t know.

“How did you two even meet?” 

“We reconnected through Seokjin. You know how the two of them play Starcraft together, I just ended up joining the call and he was so funny and nice. We just sorta… felt it.” Doyeon nods like a slow bobblehead, still comprehending in her pea-sized brain, “I just hope it isn’t too awkward. I know it’s been awhile but, if you really don’t want Jungkook to come I can always take Hoseok or something.” 

“No, it’s fine,” Doyeon says a little too quickly, masking on her picture-perfect smile. “I’m with Namjoon now, and I’m totally happy. Water under the bridge, it’ll be totally fine.” 

“Really?” your eyes practically sparkle, thankful for the amount of glitter and highlighter you’ve dumped on your face today, “I really appreciate it, Yeonie.” 

And she quickly downs her champagne glass, and gets up from her seat. It’s haunting, the way she gets up, pink tulle billowing around her ankles. “I have to attend to the other guests,” she says. 

“Of course,” you raise your glass.

“But, be careful,” she gives you a little smile, one filled with a last-ditch attempt at a jab, “Jungkook, he’s a little hard to deal with.” 

“Oh don’t worry. I know how to deal with Jungkook’s hardness,” you wink, and Doyeon’s face falls like a ton of bricks. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“I know,” you shrug loftily, “that’s what I meant, though.” 

And you don’t bother watching Doyeon stomp off the metaphorical stage, double fisting two new glasses of champagne from an awaiting butler as she finds some other poor guest to pick on. Now, the matter of securing your date. Conveniently so, the most important man in the room is walking your way, and you manage to snag his tie just as he passes your table. 

“Ow—ow! I’m choking!” Seokjin grabs, nearly throwing his tall body onto your lap, hands grappling to release the tension on his neck. “Leave me alone, woman! I just wanted to get some chicken tenders!” 

“Jin,” you say sweetly, opening his blazer to retrieve his phone, “I need Jeon’s number, now.” 

“Jungkook?” your favorite cousin pales, eyes widening as you take out your phone of your own, copying down the digits, “what did you do?” 

“Don’t ask questions.” 

Seokjin says your name again, firmer. “You’re playing with fire.” 

“It’ll be fine, it’s the last time,” you quell, already knowing how much Seokjin hates being in the middle of your fights. Once you’ve secured the phone number, you place Seokjin’s phone back into his pocket, patting his breast. “Thank you. You know you’re my favorite cousin, you know that?” 

He grumbles a “damn right I am” before stomping away, resuming his race for his chicken tenders. 

You: hey jeon it’s y/n. I see you’re doing great, i saw on instagram that you released your first app w/yoongi! Totally amazing, been playing for weeks, really upset that i can’t get past the flaming frog boss :((

You: Feel free to ignore this, i won’t blame you if you do. Im at doyeon’s rehearsal dinner, and she basically snubbed my friends and said i couldn’t get some prime dick even though im?? Me??? Anyway, im tired of her shit so im gonna throw it back at her, one last time before she ties the knot. I told her you and i have been dating, and im bringing you as my date to her wedding. Really sorry, the demons took over my brain and made the worst and best comeback of my life. So… if you’re up for being the hottest couple on the floor in three weeks and showing how madly in love we are, please text me back? Or not. You might think this family is crazy and i accept partial responsibility. 

You: I’ll buy u every meal for every practice date we have if u agree.💕💕💕

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: thanks, i appreciate that. To defeat the frog boss, go back to the coconut cave and find the garnet garter. It absorbs his fire and u can easily defeat froggo w any level 15 weapon

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: and as for the real reason u texted me. Im in. let’s get pork belly tomorrow. 

Two years ago, you were surprised that Doyeon could manage to snag a man as fine as Jeon Jungkook. Also unsurprised, because Doyeon is gorgeous and could snag any man she wanted, and has snagged every man she wanted. 

Jungkook was different though. He had an air of innocence to him. He loved her, a little too much to be safe. Your heart would betray you every time you would find him at a family gathering, making her plate and counting the calories she so meticulously measured. How can someone so sweet be with someone like Doyeon? 

Your heart ached for Jungkook when they broke up a year later. From what you heard, Doyeon was Jungkook’s first serious girlfriend. And then you wanted to rip your heart out a week later when you caught Doyeon smooching with her favorite graduate professor Kim Namjoon, wanting to erase any possibility you’d have at love. At that time, you never wanted to feel the pain you imagined Jungkook was going through. 

“Y/n! Over here!” you’re a little taken aback at how much has not changed in Jungkook. His eyes still sparkle like fresh dew, his smile is still pearly white and infectious. He’s even early, snagging a table at his favorite barbeque place and waiting for you as if he is the one organizing your first date. 

At the same time, there’s so much that’s changed about him. He’s confident, even going so far as to walk over to you and slip your jacket and purse in his grasp like a gentleman. He leads you by putting a hand lightly at the small of your back, making you feel impossibly small in comparison to his Dorito-shaped body, broad shoulders and a deliciously trim waist. 

“How was the walk over?” 

“Not too bad,” the conversation is casual, easy. You wipe the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. “Could use a little exercise now and again. I did eat a whole tray of macarons at that rehearsal dinner.” 

Jungkook laughs from his belly, causing you to smile. “Nonsense. You look great, by the way,” you don’t mind it, actually, you enjoy it when his eyes rake over your body. After all, he’s now your boyfriend and he needs to get familiar with all the important bits. He leans his arms forward, bracing him against the wooden table so his face is closer to yours. 

“You’re not doing too bad yourself,” your eyes gloss over the veins and intricate tattoos that paint his muscled upper half. Your smile morphs into a smirk, letting him know you’re enjoying the view just as well as he is. 

And as soon as the tension sparks, it ends just as fast when your waiter comes up to light your grill. 

“So,” Jungkook wastes no time in decorating your stove, making sure to add all the appropriate aromatics and infusions to season your lunch, “do you know why Doyeon and I broke up?” 

“Cheated on you with Namjoon, I assume,” you keep your eyes trained on the darkening meat. 

Jungkook slips a piece of meat in his mouth. Any expression of pain (whether it be from Doyeon or the barely cooked meat) doesn’t reveal itself as he stops to take a sip of water. “Who else knows?” 

“Just me and Seokjin. The family loved you too much and Doyeon made up some sob story about how you two were going different life paths.” 

He chuckles to himself, taking great care in flipping the meat. “I really was a fool in love, wasn’t I?” 

“It… was mildly cute.” 

“Tell me the truth, you have no reason not to.” 

“Okay, you made me want to vomit rainbows and glitter every time I saw you.”

The two of you laugh, faces crinkling shamelessly as the two of you busy yourselves with setting up the table. Most of the food is done and the aroma of fresh onions wafts around your grill. As you place chopsticks on his side of the table, you think about all the times Jungkook made it abundantly clear how much he loved Doyeon: the love letters tucked into her purse, 100 day anniversaries, even just a simple Americano for her in the morning. 

“Is that why you never hung out with us?” 

“No,” you reply lightly, “Doyeon made it clear that I shouldn’t talk to you.” 

Jungkook frowns, “You really don’t like each other, do you.” 

You shrug, “Just always been like that,” you quirk a smile when Jungkook places the freshly cooked meat on top of your rice before serving himself. 

“So what’s the plan?” 

“We go to the wedding, make out a little, get Doyeon boiling. Even if she’s not interested in you, she’d still be upset knowing we are together.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because it’s me,” you grin into your glass, staring at a water-stained Jungkook through the blue tinted glass. “And all you have to do, is enjoy your night and look pretty.” 

His eyes crinkle, chopsticks pressing between his lips. “You think I look pretty?” 

With a roll of eyes you don’t respond, preferring to dig your chopsticks in your rice. No need to inflate Jungkook’s ego too soon. 

Pinning the main theme of your hangout to the side, the both of you dig into your meal. You throw conversation back and forth like pebbles, grains of sand that build and build until you’re caught up with each other’s lives. It feels so strange to admit it’s been two years since you’ve spoken to the man, and all of a sudden the once luscious meat feels dry in your mouth. 

“Jeon,” you put your chopsticks down, “are you sure you want to do this with me? I mean, I know it’s all my fault and I dragged you into it. Don’t feel obligated to agree to this.” 

“I’m a hundred-percent sure,” he doesn’t stop eating, shoving two spoonfuls of rice in his mouth. His cheeks puff up considerably, and your eyes trail down to his neck as he swallows, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t wanna.” 

“Right,” you don’t need a big explanation or a personal confession from Jungkook, just his consent. “Partners, Jeon?” you hold up your glass. 

“Partners,” he agrees easily. The smile on his face disarms you, a full-fledged grin decked with pearly whites. Clicking his glass to yours he adds, “And it’s Jungkook, babe.” 

Oh, this is going to be interesting. 

Seokjin thinks the two of you are the most boring fake-couple. 

His eyes dart back and forth between your spot on the couch and his desk, where Jungkook is currently seated. Seokjin is hovered over Jungkook, who’s typing and clicking furiously over his PC game. You’re on your phone, feet pulled up to the coffee table while some old Netflix movie plays in the background. To top it all off both of you didn’t even try to dress like it’s daytime, nearly matching in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It doesn’t look like a couple coming to visit Seokin, it looks like Jungkook is playing video games with Seokjin while his cousin hangs around like she owns the place. 

“Shouldn’t you guys like, I don’t know, go on dates or something?” Seokjin feels like he’s talking to the air. “Maybe get to know each other before the big day?” 

Pulling your phone down to your lap and Jungkook taking off his headphones, the two of you shrug at each other, “No, we’re good.” Jungkook says. 

“We know enough,” you agree cooly, “Jungkook likes Valorant.” 

“I do like Valorant.” 

“He likes pork belly.”

“I do like pork belly.” 

“He’s ripped as hell.” 

“I am ripped as hell.” 

“Okay but have you guys kissed yet?” Seokjin interjects, probably compensating for the nonchalance in the room with his own brand of freaking out. You two only see each other when you’re hanging out at Seokjin’s apartment, and while he’s happy that you two aren’t doing the whole 9-yards and creating an elaborate scheme, the both of you are almost too relaxed. His anxiety is spiking.

“Yes,” Jungkook answers, “at the barbeque place we went to.” 

“It was nice," you tack on, "Jin, we got this. Don't worry." 

"How can I not worry when you're trying to upset our cousin on her wedding day?" he's sweating in his fully air-conditioned apartment. “I get that she’s the devil’s spawn and everything, but she’s still a human being.” 

“In second grade she pushed me on the treadmill because I was going too slow. I got caught on the roller and got a bald spot for two months.” 

“Okay yes one bad example—” 

“And in senior year she accused me of plagiarizing her essay just because we chose the same topic. I almost didn’t get into college!” Seokjin sighs, crossing his arms. All valid points, and arguing with you isn’t a route he wants to take. “Jin, the point is that she’s constantly pushing my buttons. I’ve always been the bigger person and now that I’m old and confident I just want one jab.”

“That’s valid,” Jungkook pipes up, pressing the spacebar a few times, “I want a jab too, she cheated on me.” 

“See? It’s a mutual decision.” 

Seokjin asks, “Why aren’t you more worried about this?”

"Because Doyeon isn't going to chew me out on her wedding day," you checked your aunt's seating chart last week and you are far, far away from the bridal table. "We're just going to show off a little bit. Get drunk, eat some bomb steak. Break up in three months or less.”

"You don't have to just convince Doyeon, it's your entire family! Not to mention you also have to go to the bachelor party!" 

"Oh I almost forgot," you reach under the couch for your laptop, "Jungkook, in two weekends from now we're flying to Las Vegas for the bachelor party and wedding. I'll buy your ticket now." 

"Thanks, babe!” Jungkook sends a cheeky grin to Seokjin, who is unimpressed. “See? I remember to call her babe.” 

“Alright, get out of my house,” Seokjin tugs Jungkook away from his computer, causing the younger man to swivel around in his plush gaming chair. 

Jungkook frowns at the monitor, “But I’m still bronze one. I’m aiming for silver one by this weekend.” 

“Don’t care. As much as I don’t like this plan, I’m not letting you two slip-up.” Seokjin pulls out his phone, revealing Doyeon’s Instagram story, “Doyeon and Namjoon are at the mall buying swimsuits for Vegas. Go to the mall and ‘accidentally’ run into them.”

You sit up straight, tilting your head to the side. “That’s not a bad idea, actually,” you bound over to grab your jacket, giving Seokjin a big fat kiss on his cheek, “Thanks Jinnie, do you know you’re—”

“I’m your favorite cousin. Yeah whatever, bye.” He waves you off, plopping in his own chair so he can enjoy his games in peace. 

“I’m driving,” Jungkook declares, swiping your keys from Seokjin’s opal dish. 

“Oh, hell no,” you jump on your tippy toes to reach Jungkook’s grasp on your keys, but he’s so freakishly tall there’s no way you can reach. “I drive my car!” 

“I’ve always wanted to drive your car back then,” Jungkook cooes, leaning in so your noses touch. “C’mon, you can trust me.” 

“You two are gross already,” Seokjin admonishes from the other side of the room, “see, it’s working!” 

Poking his cheek so he gives you some space, you whip your head to hide the flush that burns on your cheeks. “Fine, but if you crash you’re buying me a new one.” 

“They’re over there,” you hiss between the racks, shuffling between the plastic hangers to point to Doyeon and Namjoon at the women’s section of the store. They look disgustingly adorable together, with Doyeon pointedly telling Namjoon which swimsuit suits his stature better while Namjoon nods along and goes with whatever she says. You crouch down lower, fearing Namjoon’s tall frame would catch you. “Now we just gotta act all couple-y and they’ll notice us. Or maybe we can walk over to them? What do you wanna do?” 

“Do you think we should get matching swimsuits?” Jungkook pays no mind to your sleuthing, holding up a red pair of swim trunks to his thighs, “we could pretend to be sexy lifeguards.” 

You tilt your head away from the pair, only because Jungkook has been genuinely interested in this store since you’ve arrived. Putting a hand under your chin, you scrutinize the dark red cutoff shorts. “They’re cute,” you nod appreciatively, “It’ll make your thighs look thick.” 

Jungkook’s grip on his hanger lowers, and he regards you with dark eyes. “You think my thighs look thick?” he asks, leaning in and putting one hand on the curve of your waist. His fingers dance on the surface of bare skin between your top and jeans, and while you’ve agreed beforehand that you two could touch each other wherever in public, it still surprises you when gooseflesh rises to the surface.

“Easy there, tiger,” you chuckle, putting a hand on his chest to stop his sudden bout of flirting. “I’m just stating the facts, we get it. You lift.” 

“You’re so cute when you try to put your guard up,” he’s brushing noses with you now, and you feel the plastic of the hanger crumple pathetically between you two as the gap closes further. “But you can’t hide from me.”

And just as his lips move to press against yours, a shrill “Jungkook!” echoes throughout the large store.

You nearly flop over the boardshorts rack if not for Jungkook’s arms secured around your waist. Oh right, you think dumbly, this is all for show. Doyeon and Namjoon are right in front of you, purchases already made and looking at you two in curiosity. Well, Namjoon is definitely curious, because you know for a fact that Doyeon speaks very little of you to him and you’ve only conversed with him a handful of times. Doyeon on the other hand, looks a little stiff in the grin. 

“Hello to you too,” you remark to Doyeon, who’s barely acknowledged you. You reach over to squeeze Namjoon’s arm, “Hi Joonie,” you crinkle your eyes, and you fight back a squeal when he smiles back with dimples. Doyeon has such a cute fiancé, and if you’re keeping score he’s way too good for her. 

Doyeon’s eyes glaze over to where you’ve touched Namjoon, and she links her arms with his. “What a coincidence, you two are buying swimsuits where we’re buying swimsuits.” 

“Well, there’s only one mall in this town and we’re going on the same trip in two weeks,” you reply blandly, and you feel Jungkook pinch your side. “Oh, Namjoon. Have you met my boyfriend Jungkook?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Namjoon reaches over to clasp Jungkook’s hand, “nice to meet you, man.” 

While Namjoon and Jungkook exchange small talk, you pointedly ignore the waves of negativity Doyeon sends your way in favor of observing the two large men. Namjoon just said it was nice to meet him, therefore he has no clue who Jungkook is. Interesting, considering Doyeon two-timed in favor of Namjoon. It gets you a little antsy, and you wonder if Namjoon is faking this whole interaction or if Doyeon is hiding something. 

“Baby,” Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with concern, “you spaced out there, are you okay?” 

“She’s like that, Jungkookie,” Jungkook gently presses your shoulders down, blocking your view of Doyeon as she regards your not-boyfriend as Jungkookie. “My cousin’s a bit of an airhead,” her tone is sweet and jesting, the backhanded jab going right above Namjoon’s head. 

“I’m just hungry,” you say, forcing a tight-lipped smile. 

“Well, that’s perfect,” Namjoon clasps his hands together, “Yeonie and I were just about to go grab some dinner. Why don’t you join us?”

Doyeon and you both reply immediately, “That really isn’t necessary—” 

“Nonsense,” you don’t even have the heart to be upset at Namjoon because he looks so damn genuine, “It’s been two years and I haven’t even bought you a meal, y/n. After all, we’re going to be family at the end of the month.” 

“Right,” you answer reluctantly. 

“We’re gonna make reservations at the Cheesecake Factory,” he pulls out his phone, ready to make a call, “but you and Jungkook can finish shopping, okay? The wait will be a little long but by the time you’re done our table should be ready.” 

You and Jungkook wave off Doyeon and Namjoon as they make their way to the restaurant. Your hand is caught in the air by Jungkook, who regards you with worry in his eyes. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you looked spaced out,” he says, “tell me what you were really thinking.” 

Subconsciously, you squeeze his palm for comfort. “I don’t know, it just feels weird knowing Namjoon doesn’t seem to know you at all. Normally Doyeon loves to talk shit about her exes.” 

Jungkook scoffs easily, “I mean, if she’s marrying the guy I’m sure she doesn’t want to let him know the details of how they ended up together.” 

“True,” you decide to let it go, and follow Jungkook to the register to pay for his swim trunks. 

“So,” the little ‘ding’ of the register opens up the money box, and Jungkook quickly hands the clerk his cash, “we’re having dinner with them after this?” 

“Only if you want to.”

“We need to, right?” Jungkook thanks the clerk, holding the bag in one hand and threading his fingers through yours as you head out the store. 

“Well, do you want to?” you ask again. Jungkook stops the two of you on the sidewalk. It isn’t a fast stop, but a slow down that makes his walk a little more thicker, more deliberate as he trudges you down the lane. You move in front of him, clutching your hands between his. “Are you okay? You barely even acknowledged Doyeon.” 

“I’m fine,” you flinch at his harsh tone, and he immediately moves to remedy it by squeezing your hand back. “I’m sorry. It’s just been awhile and I’m definitely over her but,” he bows his head, feeling embarrassed, “she hurt me, you know?” 

Going into this is definitely one of the more selfish plans you’ve put your mind to. Your heart pangs thinking about what must be going through everytime he sees her. If he’s reminded about all the good times they shared, or how much he’s over thought every single conversation he’s had with her up until this point.

“Of course,” you completely understand, knowing from the beginning that this whole mess would end up with some dicey feelings someway or another. “I’m just thankful you chose to stick by me. And we can talk about it if you’re comfortable,” both of you being victims of Doyeon’s brand of torture, you hope the two of you can at least be friends after all of this is over, “we don’t have to go have dinner with them.” 

“But, Namjoon got us a table—” 

“Namjoon will be fine. We can always have dinner with him another time,” you smile softly, “what matters is that you’re okay.” 

His gaze melts, and you feel his grip loosen in your hold. He regards you with weak eyes, betraying the confidence he held himself to moments before. “Thanks, y/n,” he says, “I really appreciate that.” 

“Anytime,” you reply honestly. “We can go to Cheesecake and order to-go. I can make some excuse about how my stomach hurts and that we should do a raincheck.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Do you wanna eat at one of our places or eat at the park or something?” you’re already pulling up your phone, checking out the menu. “We could invite Jin too.” 

“The park sounds nice,” neither of you acknowledge the fact that you’re not inviting Seokjin, and for some reason that’s okay.

“Yeah,” you agree simply, “the weather’s beautiful.” 

Under any normal circumstances, you would’ve been friends with someone like Jeon Jungkook, easily. A little part of you wishes that you could’ve met Jungkook first, but Doyeon has better connections than you and always had a good crowd around despite her inner motivations. No awkward exchange happens when you suggest to Jungkook to eat together. Even though you’re not technically dating, the two of you know that eating together is better than eating alone.

And you have to admit Jungkook’s great company. The two of you drive to a reserve nearby, overlooking a tiny lake. Instead of a fancy Italian tablecloth the two of you move your car seats down and set a spare picnic blanket in the trunk. Instead of a candlelit dinner the two of you find some emergency electric tealights in the glove compartment, lighting it up between you two as you dig into your to-go boxes. 

You’re a little envious that so much time has passed by. You could’ve been a little sneakier and made a better effort to communicate with Jungkook when you saw him regularly at family parties, and maybe you two would have a better friendship today. Nevertheless, the two of you mesh like peanut butter and jelly, exchanging conversation that has your cheeks sore from smiling too hard. 

By the time you get to dessert, the moon is out and the stars are floating above your heads. The two of you are at war, fighting with your forks over the last strawberry in your cheesecake slice. After some careful stabbing Jungkook manages to nab it with his fork. 

He almost puts it in his mouth, but instead swipes up some whipped cream to press the last strawberry to your lips. 

“I think it’s working,” Jungkook says randomly as you chew the sweet fruit, “you could see it on Doyeon’s face today. She’s unsettled.” 

“Yeah,” you agree, lying down on the lavender gingham picnic blanket. 

“Do you know why she fights with you all the time?” 

“That’s a question I’ve been asking myself since the dawn of time.”

“I think I know why.” Jungkook looks down at you with his large doe eyes, licking innocently on a spoon of whipped cream. 

“Pray tell.” 

“She’s jealous of you.” 

“No,” you disagree easily, “she’s jealous that I have you.” 

“Bzzt! Wrong,” Jungkook puts his empty container in your makeshift trash can, falling beside you and knitting his hands under his head. You have a little window on the roof of your car, so both of you are able to stare at the navy sky, “she’s always been jealous of you. Think about it. The two of you have similar lifestyles: same career path, confidence, taste, education. But even after all of that? People still like you more.” 

You scoff, hands immediately reaching to fiddle with the frayed corner of fabric next to your fingers. “I don’t think so.” 

“I’ve met all of Doyeon’s friends,” he informs you, “they’re weird. Like yeah, they care about each other on the surface level. But they’re nothing of substance. They’re not like your friends.” 

“Please, Doyeon has everything she could ever want,” you don’t know what kind of complex you have supporting Doyeon’s life, but something deep and insecure wants to separate you two as far away from each other as possible. “Like… she’s Malibu Barbie and I’m Polly Pocket.” 

Jungkook turns to face you, resting his head between his palm and leaning on his elbow. “Do you not think you’re beautiful?” 

“Yeah, but compared to Doyeon—” 

“You’ve always been beautiful to me, don’t you know that?”

You choke on your saliva, feeling small and skittish at the implication behind his words. It’s been two years. You’ve only been friends for two weeks. How can he possibly say that? 

“I uh, saw you once,” Jungkook coughs, and you watch the way his pale cheeks unmatch the moon and instead flit to a crimson hue, “we were at some party and you were wearing this really cute black dress with a white bow in the middle. Doesn’t even matter what party because it was random, y’know? I was gonna go talk to you but Doyeon got to me first and well, the rest is history.” He breaks eye contact with you, unable to handle it. 

You remember that party, vaguely. It was random, some sort of poetry slam in a shady part of town. Doyeon and you didn’t even go with each other, you were with Taehyung and she just happened to stumble in there from another nearby party. You didn’t even know Jungkook was there that night, or how you were a hair's breadth away from meeting him before Doyeon. 

“Don’t ever think you’re lesser than her just because out of all the people she chose to pick on, she chose you. It’s why she never lets you get to know her boyfriends. She’s threatened by you because you’re just as special,” something low sparks in your chest at his words,  “and now that you’ve finally decided to stoop to her level and fight back with a taste of her own medicine, she doesn’t know what to do.” 

Feeling like your body is on a beach and you’re sinking in sand, you soften over your picnic blanket, mulling it over. “Did I make the right choice? Stooping down to her level.” Your voice is quiet, comparable to the chirping birds and buzzing gnats outside. 

“We won’t know until after the wedding,” Jungkook answers honestly, “but I do know I’m sticking with you until the end. We’re friends now, got that? You have no excuse to ignore me anymore.” 

You don’t want to ignore Jungkook, never in a million years. Now you know that you are envious of Doyeon, for having an opportunity to love and care for an amazing person like him. So in a sudden bout of emotion, you roll over to straddle Jungkook’s waist. 

He’s shocked, hands flying to your waist to make sure you don’t wobble off. But you’re determined, and lean down to press your lips against his. He tastes like cheesecake and strawberries, the taste melding with your own as you relish in the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You melt a little when he squeaks, breaking into a soft moan as he reciprocates the gesture. He’s warm and large and he makes you feel safe. Once your brain returns to your body, you break for air. You only pull back a few centimeters, and there’s no way for you to get off because Jungkook has locked you in place. 

“What was that for?” he asks breathlessly. 

“Don’t know,” you’re whispering against his lips, unable to pull away, “just felt like we needed a little more practice.” 

He blinks, before relaxing in a silly smile. “I agree,” he says simply, dipping you on your back so he can be on top the second time around. 

“We’re in Vegas, baby!” 

Every single terrible comedy movie set in Las Vegas has brought you to this very moment. You’ve always wanted to say that line. Dumping your luggage next to Jungkook’s, you flop on the nearest mattress. Thank goodness you only wore leggings and a t-shirt on the flight, it’s the optimal sleeping outfit after a long day. Feeling something hard and plastic dig into your brain, you hold up the culprit and squeal excitedly. “Look, Kook!” you wave the crinkly confection in your hands, “they put mints on the pillows!” 

Despite your room being a square with two queen beds, the hotel does not skimp on quality. The decor is ornate, the white and gold trim on the doorknobs and metal appliances shimmering beautifully. The beds feel like clouds, as you try to imagine what a cloud could possibly feel like, this is it. 

Jungkook immediately follows suit, ripping off his outer clothes until he’s left in his undershirt and boxers, flopping next to you on the mattress. He immediately opens his mouth when you shoot a mint, catching it easily. “I feel like we’re in a deleted scene of Crazy Rich Asians,” he says, letting the hard mint clink around his teeth, “is this the part where you tell me your family comes from old money and I’m gonna be your sugar baby?” 

“Don’t be so hopeful,” you narrow your eyes, booping his button nose with your finger. 

“I’m just saying, the first class flight threw me off.” 

You giggle, slapping his chest, “No. If that was true, we wouldn’t be sharing a room with my cousin. Sorry you have to share the bed with me, I got the hotel with Jin and he doesn’t want to sleep with you.”

“S’okay,” Jungkook replies softly, leaning closer to make grabby hands at you, “you’re softer.” 

Tentatively, you scooch over so you can lean on Jungkook’s chest. You two have a little time before Doyeon and Namjoon’s combined bachelor and bachelorette party. The past two weeks have been nice—scratch that, the past two weeks with Jungkook have been wonderful. You never cared to measure how much time passed before meeting him, but now that you’ve begun fake-dating, time is the only thing you regard. You’re already beginning to miss him, knowing that in a week, this whole arrangement will be over.

Well, not exactly over. Jungkook says you’ll remain friends after this, but you don’t really want that. You want more, and it scares you to think he may not feel the same. 

But right now you’re snuggling like an old couple, sleeping comfortably between pillow-like sheets and minty breath. Your pretend boyfriend, now your pretend boyfriend with benefits, looks soft and huggable and you want to bottle up this moment forever. You say benefits because, well, the cuddling is an added bonus. Practice practice practice, Jungkook sing songs the words you used that one night under the stars, excuses to seal his lips to your lips. You’ll never argue with that. So when Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist and pulls you closer, you relent. 

One second, you’re closing your eyes and the next, you’re waking up to Seokin’s wide eyes staring back at you. 

“Eep, you creepo!” you shriek, scrambling away from him. That’s when you realize Jungkook’s missing from bed, the scent of his laundry detergent lingering between the eggshell Egyptian cotton. 

“Jungkook’s in the shower,” Seokjin immediately reads your mind, pulling away so he can unpack his luggage. “My flight just got in two hours ago, you both were out like a light when I arrived.”

“Ugh, I’m really not ready to party.” 

“Doyeon just texted the family group chat. She reserved the rooftop, the party starts in an hour,” he talks mindlessly, rifling through his stuff. Seokjin is fiddling with his clothes, despite the fact that you know Seokjin prepares his outfits days in advance so he doesn’t have to choose. He looks concerned, pulling out a flamingo pink boardshort and setting it down on his mattress. Finally he says, “I’m worried about you.” 

“Why?” 

“Because. It’s clear that you’re starting to fall for Jungkook.” 

The words strike you straight in the place you’re trying to avoid. You’ve been living in a fantasy these past two weeks, thinly veiled by the whole reason you two are together in the first place. Doyeon’s wedding is just around the corner, and what then? 

“I’m not saying that he doesn’t feel anything for you either,” that gets your heart skipping a beat, and you secretly hold a hand to your chest under the blankets, “but do you really want to start off a relationship like this? A relationship all messy and morally objective because it’s built on revenge?” 

“Don’t worry about me,” the words easily fall from your lips, “I can take care of this.” 

“I hate it when you say that,” the words are curt and harsh against Seokjin’s plush lips, “I’m allowed to worry about you, y/n. You know why? Because, because you’re my favorite cousin too,” he bites his lip, walking over so he sits on your side of the bed. “So don’t tell me what I can and can’t worry about. I want you to be happy, I want you to stop holding in this anger you have for Doyeon and move on.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning over to press your cheek against Seokjin’s shoulder. “You’re right.” 

“For the first time in a long time, you’ve finally decided to lean on someone,” and both of you know who that someone is. “I don’t want you to lose him over some petty family issue. You should tell him how you feel.” 

“I will,” you wrap your arms around your cousin’s slim waist in a silent thanks. 

“Am I interrupting a tender family moment?” 

The two of you pull away to stare at Jungkook, leaning against the doorframe that leads to the bathroom. He’s in a plain white t-shirt and the red board shorts that you bought at the mall, cutting off mid-thigh and revealing the bulky muscle underneath. You were right, the shorts do make his thighs look thick. 

Seokjin groans exaggeratedly. “Yes, yes you did.” 

Jungkook immediately goes to replace Seokjin’s spot, and some stray droplets fall fresh from the shower due to his slicked-back hair. “Do you wanna get ready? First party’s soon.” 

“Not really,” you admit, “you’re gonna meet the family all over again.” 

“Second time’s the charm,” he winked, “I’ve already met your parents and everything. Not feeling nervous at all.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Really,” and the facade cools down a little, “well, maybe a little nervous for your Aunt Lillian. Her stares give me the heebie-jeebies.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from Aunt Lillian.” 

“God the two of you get worse every day,” Seokjin has magically changed into his shorts, tucking himself into the bed, “don’t wake me up until we pre-game.” 

Doyeon and Namjoon don’t skimp on the festivities, although in taste the ideas are Doyeon’s in its entirety. It’s lavish and colorful, with a beautiful infinity pool in the middle decorated with lavender and pink headlights. There’s a buffet table overflowing with tasty food. There’s petal pink champagne overflowing from fountains, decorated with fresh strawberries bobbing around the fizzy drink. 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon and Jungkook have been talking for well over an hour, and it’s clear how well they mesh together. Heck, you’ve accepted that Jungkook may like Namjoon more than he likes you. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle as Namjoon discusses the various genres of rap and hip-hop music, explaining the potency of mature themes in a young community, “but I will say music is like another language, knows no boundaries when it comes to sending their messages to others.” 

You fight the urge to chuckle when Jungkook sighs dreamily at the music theory professor. “Wow, that’s so deep.” 

Getting up from your cabana, you nudge Seokjin, who’s currently flirting it up with one of Doyeon’s bridesmaids. “Hey, wanna get a drink?” you ask, throwing your wrap on the cushions to reveal your strappy red bikini. 

“And chicken tenders,” Seokjin presses a kiss to the bridesmaid’s cheek, bidding her goodbye as he follows you out of the shaded area. 

“Do you two lovebirds want anything?” you stare pointedly at Namjoon and Jungkook. While Namjoon’s eyes stay in contact with you, you can’t help but smile a little more when Jungkook has a hard time keeping his gaze in one place. 

“I think we’re fine,” Namjoon answers for both of them, swirling his beer bottle. “I’ll meet you two at the bar once I’m done.” 

“Sure thing,” Seokjin puts a hand on your back to lead you to one of the open bars. As much as you like being in a handsome hotel with money to burn, nothing beats the fact that your entire family is here to celebrate. The elders have corroborated two cabanas for poker and other games, while your younger cousins are playing ping pong and air hockey on the other side. 

“Namjoon sure is a dreamboat,” Seokjin bemoans, handing you an electric orange drink. You take a sip of it, and bug out when you realize it tastes nothing like alcohol. You���re definitely in for a night. “Like I can hear him wax music thingamajib any day.” 

“I thought you were into that bridesmaid.” 

“A mere diversion,” he sighs, leaning his tanned arms against the bar, “can’t ignore the deep voice Namjoon has, it’s intoxicating.” 

“I’m sure Jungkook would agree,” you egg on. 

“What are you two talking about?” you straighten up when the man of the hour shows up at the bar, absolutely glowing under the sunset. He orders a round for the three of you, and you immediately chug your own drink to get to the next one. 

“Talking about how you’re stealing Jungkook away from me,” you joke, accepting another fruity drink from Namjoon. Damn, this stuff tastes like candy. 

“Oh, never,” Namjoon replies brightly, waving the thought away, “do you see the way he looks at you? Hopelessly in love.” 

Maybe it’s the copious amounts of alcohol, but you feel your stomach flip-flop at the thought of love. You’ve always known what love felt like, the warmth of Namjoon’s cheeks whenever he sees Doyeon, when your mom takes care of you when you’re sick, when Seokjin makes sure you’re not emotionally constipated 24/7. But the thought of Jungkook and you in love? It’s a feeling you secretly yearn for. 

“Right? It’s disgusting,” Seokjin groans with an eye roll, “like, Jungkook wasn’t like that with Doyeon at all when they were together.” 

The slip up has the three of you choking on your own thoughts, staring at each other like the three have just been told you’re on a prank show. But it is no prank, and you look at Seokjin who’s absolutely horrified. 

“Oh shit,” he squeaks, looking at Namjoon guiltily, “did I say something I shouldn’t have said?” 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon replies coolly, “did you?” 

The ominous response gets you going, and you quickly place a hand on Namjoon’s arm, placating him. “They dated, yes. But it was only for a short time and we’ve sorted everything out. Nothing for you to worry about.” 

“Oh,” Namjoon quirks his head, and regards you two with pursed lips. “I’m not one of those guys who freak out over other people’s exes. I’m just surprised that I’ve only heard this now,” Namjoon takes a slow sip of his drink, and despite your drink also being cold and refreshing, you’re absolutely sweating. 

“Well, I’m sure Doyeon didn’t want to worry you.”

At the mention of his future wife, he beams. “You’re right, she’s considerate like that,” and the conversation ends just like that. He holds up his drink to the two of you, and you and Seokjin do the same. With a sharp clink he leaves you two to mull, happily conversing with the next round of guests he needs to entertain for the week. 

“That guy is too nice for his own good,” you shake your head, asking the bartender for your third drink within ten minutes. 

Seokjin leans over you and warbles, “So you’re telling me that Namjoon has no idea that Doyeon cheated on Jungkook in order to date him?” he’s sweating just like you are, following suit to your actions and asking to make his drink a double. 

“I don’t know,” you bite your lip, your teeth worrying the dark skin, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while though. I just don’t want to get involved, you know?” 

“But this is different!” 

“But Doyeon’s family!” 

“And all of a sudden you care about Doyeon’s feelings?” Seokjin gripes back, “it’s not about Doyeon, it’s about the both of them. And if we know something that Namjoon doesn’t, wouldn’t it be in our best interests to warn him before he seals a marriage deal that costs him over a zillion dollars?” he gestures to the extravagant wedding party. 

“But we don’t even have any proof that’s the case,” you frown, “Doyeon could have changed—a little, not a lot—since meeting Namjoon, maybe she thinks it’s best to reveal as little as possible.” 

Seokjin wonders what kind of family he has. One as chaotic as his takes a lot to stomach, and Seokjin likes to pride himself in his strong appetite. “Fine, let’s just keep a close eye on both of them this week. And if anything remotely fishy happens, we strike.” 

“Deal.” 

You return to the cabana alone, with a plate of fries for both you and Jungkook. Jungkook is also alone, laying on the lounge chair with his eyes closed. It gives you a chance to ogle your fake-boyfriend a little bit, reveling in the sight of his toned body. 

Setting down your plate with a sharp rap of the glass, Jungkook opens one eye. “Hey,” he smiles, drinking in your muted expression, “you okay?”

Damn Jungkook for being able to read you so well. “I think so. It’s nothing, really.” 

“Well, will you tell me if it’s something?” 

“Yeah, I will.” 

“So, I do have something to tell you though.” Jungkook sits up, regarding you wearily. “Can you… stand in front of me?” Confused, you shove a fry in your mouth and walk up to him as directed, your back blocking the entrance as you stand in front of him. “Okay, come closer. Now bend down,” you bend your back 90 degrees, and he presses a hand to your shoulder to stop you, “no, no. With your breasts out, just a little—there! Arch your back. Like you’re doing the Sorority Squat.” 

“Excuse me—” 

“The music isn’t even that loud,” he mutters to himself, “no one would need to push their boobs in my face to hear me.” 

“Jungkook, is someone pressing boobs to your face?” 

“Why,” he breaks into a playful grin, “jealous?”

“Not if it’s Aunt Lillian.” 

“Unfortunately it wasn’t,” he twiddles with the drawstrings of his shorts. “It was Doyeon.” 

Doyeon? She didn’t walk by your cabana all day. Heck, she barely greeted you when you arrived with Jungkook. But when Jungkook’s alone is when she decides to pounce? And with what motive? 

“I don’t know,” he’s rambling to himself, “maybe I’m overthinking it. It was only half a second.” 

“Jungkook, I have something to tell you,” you say instead, panic in your features. 

“Is it something urgent?” 

“Well, no but—” 

“Then tell me when we get back to the room,” Jungkook easily pulls you onto his lap, and you instantly heat up when you feel your bare butt press against Jungkook’s golden thighs. “Like you said, we’re in Vegas. Let’s have fun while we can.” 

“Okay,” you tuck your head between his neck and collarbone, reaching to press a kiss to his smooth jawline. 

Relaxing against the plush lounge chair Jungkook feeds you fries while talking about the things he wants to do this week. It’s his first time in Vegas and he wants to make the most of it. He wants to visit all the buffets he sees on Buzzfeed compilations, relax at the pool, maybe catch a show. The thought of spending all week with him and your family is nice, and suddenly you don’t feel so awkward sitting on his lap, and eventually he pulls you between his thighs so you can lay on his chest. 

“And between you and me,” he fake whispers against the shell of your ear, as if he’s telling you the biggest secret, “we’re the hottest couple here.” 

The next three days leading up to the wedding are relatively uninteresting. 

Uninteresting in the best way possible. On Monday you and Jungkook spend time with your little cousins, taking them to The Adventuredome, one of the resort's indoor theme parks. On Tuesday you and Jungkook go shopping at the outlet malls with your parents, blowing hundreds of dollars on cheap Levis that have your luggage bursting with a new wardrobe. In between all of that Seokjin and occasionally Namjoon joins you two in your buffet journey, hitting up the top spots and filling your tummies to the brim with delicious food. 

On Wednesday, Jungkook brandishes two gold-foiled tickets in front of you, waving them around like a fan. With one finger, he pushes away your Pokémon battle, “I got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” he announces proudly, “waited in line for an hour.”

You gape, scrambling off of your bed and throwing your Nintendo Switch to the side. “Jungkook,” you marvel, “these are so expensive. How’d you manage to get a show for tonight?” 

He shrugs, “Looked around.” 

“You’ve been impulse buying a lot this week,” you tease, “like really, you don’t need three pairs of the same ripped jeans.”

“This wasn’t an impulse buy,” he says, “I’ve been looking around for shows. Just managed to pick them up today, so go get dressed for our date.”

Did Jungkook just call it a date? Giddy with excitement you throw the covers off, running into the bathroom to get ready. What a surprise, you didn’t think Jungkook would be into spontaneous things like this. 

Seokjin left the bathroom open, so when you walk in the room it is steamy and warm. Your dear cousin is still in the shower, probably waiting for his conditioner to pass three minutes of set-in time. 

“What are you getting ready for?” Seokjin asks over the rain shower.

“Kook got us tickets to Cirque du Soleil,” you chirp happily, looking through your skin care products. 

“I wanna come!” 

“Nope! Jungkook called it a date.” 

“Oh, a date,” Seokjin drawls, putting his head under the water to rinse his hair clean. “Well then, should I vacate the room for tonight?” 

“What, no!” you’ve closed the door, so thankfully Jungkook can’t hear you talking about him. “We’re not doing anything. We’re just two friends who are fake-dating going on a date.” 

“Sounds like a real date, though,” Seokjin wraps a towel around himself to cover all his important bits before getting out of the shower, bumping elbows with you so he can brush his teeth. “Either way, I’ll be gone tonight. It’s my turn to watch the baby cousins. Don’t have too much fun while I'm in their room watching Despicable Me for the millionth time.” 

“We’ll be sure to stop by with some pizza or something,” you tease, a little wiggle in your hips when you vacate the bathroom. 

By the time you and Jungkook are ready, you two are dressed impeccably. Jungkook is wearing one of the ripped black jeans he bought on Tuesday, combined with a white button up and black blazer. A classic outfit with a little bit of Jungkook-themed flair. And to Jungkook’s surprise, you’re wearing the dress that he first saw you in, all those years ago. You’ve gained a little weight since college, but you still fill out the little black dress beautifully, the little white bow in the middle adding a simple yet adorable touch. It took a little sleuthing and searching through your old college clothes, but you were determined to find it when Jungkook reminded you how much you love the design. 

Clearly from the way Jungkook is currently gaping at you like a bloated fish, he loves it too. 

The show is beautiful and colorful, leaving you speechless and in tears by the end of it. Jungkook lets you hold his hand the entire time, feeling a bout of anxiety anytime the acrobats fall gracefully despite the large height. 

Overall, it was a wonderful show, paired with your equally enamouring date. It’s getting harder and harder to distinguish what’s fake and what’s real in your heart, and throughout the night you’re sorely reminded that you should tell Jungkook how you feel. 

But by the time you get to the room your parents are calling you, asking to get their suit and dresses out of the car so hotel service can do a last minute press and dry clean. 

“I’ll be back,” you say to Jungkook, “I need to go get their clothes out of the car. They’re always so forgetful.” 

“Want me to come?” he offers, hand shying away from inserting the keycard in. 

“No, I’ll only be fifteen minutes, tops.”

“So I guess this is this the part where I get a goodnight kiss?” he asks cheekily, leaning on his heels so his tall frame reaches yours. You don’t hesitate to give a short peck to his pretty pink lips. He pouts at the brevity, “that was too quick.” 

“Go inside,” you insist, “the sooner you get ready for bed the sooner I can get ready for bed.” 

“Then more kisses?” 

“Then more kisses.” 

Jungkook breaks into an all-teeth smile, unable to control himself when he dips down and steals a longer, more lingering kiss to your lips. “I had a great time tonight,” he says, mimicking every single teenage rom-com protagonist who’s deeply in love with the popular jock. “Don’t take too long, okay?” 

You nod, pushing him inside, “C’mon, if you stopped talking I’d be back by now!” 

Once the door closes shut, you let yourself do a little dance in the hallway, wiggling your butt and giving yourself a mini-celebration. You quickly text your group chat that you just came back from the Cirque show.

Jimin: what, a date with your fake date?

Hobi: jeon jungcock? 👀👀

Jimin: whaaaaaattttt. U’ve gotta have sat in his lap at least. 3 times since you’ve started this ting

Hobi: i’ve heard things in college… 

Taehyung: u are all gross and i hate u 

Taehyung: but so am i bc im very curious 

Just as you’re about to send a heated reply, the elevator dings, revealing a pissed off Doyeon. She’s bare-faced, in a fluffy lilac bath robe and matching puff ball slippers. You slip in right beside her, making sure there’s a comfortable amount of space between you two. 

“You’re going to the parking garage too?” you ask, eyes lingering on the lit button. 

“Yeah,” she’s looking at her phone, a few stray hairs from her mahogany bun falling onto her forehead, “Aunt Lillian left her medication in the car. I don’t know why she has to send me, I’m busy getting married.” 

“My parents left their formal clothes in the car,” you shrug, “you know, my parents and Aunt Lillian share the same brain cell. Gotta help them out once in a while.”  

The icy silence in the elevator is probably the calmest you and Doyeon have been since you’ve announced your relationship status with Jungkook. You fight the sigh, opting to take out your phone and open some unread messages. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: hurry up, the bed’s cold without u 

You: lool, why do u look constipated 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: because i am, hurry up. Im bringing ur switch to the toilet and playing on your profile 

You: JEON WAIT YAMPERS AT 5HP GO TO THE POKEMON CENTER U HEATHEN

You tilt your head a centimeter, feeling Doyeon breathing down your neck like Puff the Magic Dragon. You look at her with wide eyes. Her long, slender neck manages to snake its way next to your head, “Can I help you?” you ask amusedly, clutching your phone to your chest. 

“Are you two really together?” she asks, batting her lashes. All this week she’s left you alone, and you’ve been wondering when she’s going to make herself known. It’s a little self-absorbed you have to admit, but ever since Namjoon’s ignorance to Doyeon’s previous relationship, you’ve been on edge. 

“Of course we are,” you spit back, “I love him.” 

And you must be very convincing, because Doyeon’s gaze falters just a fraction. You glare at her, staking your claim. Ever since Jungkook told you the reason Doyeon hates you is because she’s jealous, you’ve started to feel a bit of sympathy for her. Doyeon is beautiful and smart, she has no reason to feel this way. But the brain holds fickle thoughts sometimes, bringing darkness to the mind. 

“He loved me first,” she bites back, lifting her chin. 

“And why do you care?” you laugh tonelessly. The elevator dings open, and you’re met with the open air and concrete of the parking garage. “He may have loved you first, but he’ll love me last.” 

You leave the elevator first, a little pep in your step as you make your way to the rental car to gather your parent’s things. While the words you uttered are white in nature and may not hold any sort of weight to them, it manages to bring Doyeon to her knees, absolutely quaking in the elevator. 

You’re tasting revenge, and it’s sweet. 

“Okay, you need to leave,” Seokjin pulls away the shot glass from your lips, “I didn’t spend days planning the itinerary for you to mess it up. Bridal party in Doyeon’s suite and the groom’s party in Namjoon’s parents suite.” 

“That’s dumb,” you chastise, crossing your arms, “we’re all meeting at the same club at 10. Why can’t we pre-party together?” 

“Because it’s tradition!” 

“Screw tradition,” you stumble on your heels as you purse your lips at Jungkook, “Kook, when we get married I don’t wanna do a whole boy-and-girl party. We’re equals, right?” 

“Of course, baby,” he cooes, being careful not to smudge your makeup when he presses his lips to the crown of your head. “But for the sake of Seokjin’s sanity, you should probably go to Doyeon’s. It’ll only be an hour or two.” 

You gasp exaggeratedly at the blatant betrayal. He only grins cheekily in response, dipping down to press a wet kiss to your cheek. “Fine,” you cross your arms, snatching back your drink from Seokjin’s grasp to knock it down. 

Leaving the bachelor pre-party pains you considerably. They’re having such a good time joking around the suite, telling each other fun stories and relaxing in chairs as they watch TV. This is your kind of crowd, not to mention that you can peacefully check out Jungkook’s ass in those tight dress pants without any crazy club lights distorting your vision.

From past family party experience you already have a feeling what’s coming for you in the ladies’ suite. 

Loud music pours from Doyeon’s suite, and it’s completely unlocked. The bridal party is raving, ten seconds away from being completely drunk and immobile. The lights are being manually shut on and off like some sort of cheap rager, and you have to tell Yoojung to tone it down before you get a seizure. 

The stench of acidic drinks and the tang of alcoholic air is palpable, and instead of a shot you opt for a glass of peach champagne to slow you down. 

As you walk deeper into the suite, you notice a crowd forming by the balcony. Tapping your cousin Nari on the shoulder, you regard her with a hug and kiss. “What’s going on over there?” you ask, heels not helping you see any better. 

Nari’s all blushy and pink, hiccuping as she gestures to the balcony. “Her maid of honor got Doyeon a very special gift!” 

Managing to weave through the women blocking your view, you fight the urge to gag when you have a clear view of the scene in front of you.

You really don’t understand the purpose of bachelor and bachelorette parties. “One night to be single all over again!” they all say, even though they’re not actually single? Like why does the couple suddenly get one night of forgiveness when you’ve already spent years being in a committed relationship? 

Why is it okay that Doyeon’s dry humping a stripper on the balcony? Her white silk dress is ruched dangerously high, soon close to flashing her family. Aunties and friends and the like are cheering her on, and she flips her head perfectly to all the phones shoved in their faces, making sure to get the perfect angle. 

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back in the hopes that your other family members would be willing to have a good old-fashioned tip back with you. 

You squeal when your hands accidentally land on a bare, oiled chest. You look up, mortified at the large man covered in black harnesses. “Hey babe, I’m Wonho,” he says, faking a sultry gaze as he looks at you up and down, “you’re part of the bridal party too? Wanna dance?” 

Feeling naked, you push past him, careful not to get anything on your dress. Wonho? Wonno.

Jungkook loves your family. 

(Except Doyeon.)

As much as he told you not to worry about him, and he’ll be completely fine when he meets your family, he couldn’t help be a little wary on the flight over. After all, it’s been two years and he didn’t know how things would be different. 

Chaoticism and all, your family is a thing to be cherished. Even though Yoongi has been on mood swings that make Jungkook question his sanity from time to time, and Seokjin is secretly breathing down Jungkook’s back every time he so glances at you, he thinks things are right where they should be.  

But despite all that they regarded him with familiarity, hugged and kissed him like old friends, something is different. They’ve turned over a new page for him. They don’t bring up Doyeon. They ask about his family, his job, his life in the city. They ask about how you and Jungkook met, and how happy they are for you. How happy they are for him.

Oh, how he wishes everything could be different. In another world, you two would already be together. 

He wasn’t lying back at the cabana when he said you two are the hottest couple at the resort, including the bridal party (but don’t tell Namjoon). You look absolutely stunning in your sparkly red dress, accentuating all the right parts and lighting up the whole room. 

When he finds you in the club you’re sitting down with your Aunties, keeping the elders company while the younger ones are flagging down the bartenders. He thinks it’s cute, how well you fit in between them, coddling you like you’re still a child in their eyes. 

“Dear, your boyfriend is here!” your one Aunt yells over the loud EDM.

You lift your head up quickly, giving him the prettiest smile. Your teeth glow purple under the neon lights, and he fights the urge to laugh when he holds out a hand. “Mind if I steal her from you?” 

“Of course, she’s gotta live a little!” 

You pout, a little wobbly but nevertheless still in the right mind as you shuffle out of the booth to meet his awaiting arms. “Hey handsome,” your voice is thick and sweet-smelling, “come here often?” 

“Only when my girlfriend does,” he replies cheekily, hands immediately coming to your butt to smooth out your dress. He shys a bit when your Aunties hoot and holler at his public display of affection, but all he wants to do was pull the hem down a little bit. No way is he going to let anyone get a flash of your goods. 

“Let’s dance!” you take your hand in his, leading him to a comfortable corner of the dance floor. 

Clubs aren’t really your scene, aligning with Jungkook’s sentiments towards the loud generic music and terrible smell. But you’re in Vegas, and he feels that it’s all part of the package to experience the nightlife at least once. He puts his hands on your waist and you giggle like you’re in prom, hands coming to rest on the collar of his button down. 

“Hey,” he says with a lopsided smirk, “wanna make out?” 

 “Sure,” he notices that you don’t even check if anyone’s seeing, and it makes his heart flutter when you don’t hesitate to get on your tiptoes to meet him halfway. 

He’s always hoped for a moment like this, a moment where the room stops spinning and both your minds click into place. It’s almost comical, how he distinctly notes that the music fades once his lips touch yours. The kiss is hot, yet intimate. Even though he makes excuses to kiss you all the time because of practice, it goes to show that you two definitely never needed it. Your tiny hands grip the collar of his button down, bringing you two impossibly close despite the hot air. His larger hands grip at the strings that hold your measly dress together, grappling at any excuse to get to your soft skin. The two of you are a natural when it comes to each other’s intimacy. 

The two of you pull away, mesmerized. You haven’t kissed like that before. He melts under your stare, his thumb reaching to nick off any lip gloss that’s moved in the process. 

Seokjin comes down the floor to haul you both by the shoulders, “C’mon lovebirds, they’re taking wedding shots!” 

The two of you follow your cousin to the crowd of people that is your family, already with their own drinks in hand. Doyeon and Namjoon are sitting atop the bar, making a very loud toast that consisted of a quick “thank you!” and “we love you!” before downing their drinks with their arms linked together. The room is thrumming with excitement for tomorrow’s festivities, and surprisingly, you and Jungkook included. He tucks himself in your body like a puzzle piece, hugging you from behind while he watches Namjoon’s eyes sparkle with love under the neons. 

The nightclub gets a little blurry after that, with the copious amounts of alcohol and shameless actions from your family and friends. By the time it’s twelve Jungkook notices you swaying at a rate that you can’t handle. He knows your limits and knows when you have to urge to pee every five minutes, it’s time to go. With a chaste kiss you leave him at the bar, deciding to make a pitstop to the bathroom before telling Jungkook you want to head up.

You’re locked in a stall when you hear Yoojung’s voice. 

“Ugh,” she groans, voice echoing through the tiny room. “Jungkook is so sexy. Do you see the way he’s dancing out there? He’s a literal babe magnet, I can’t believe he ended up with someone like y/n.” 

You don’t move a muscle, pressing your ear against the door that hides you. The silly slander isn’t news to you, Doyeon has been feeding her friends all sorts of bullcrap so they wouldn’t bother talking to you. 

“Yeah, Jungkook’s a real treat but he dated Doyeon first. Sounds like she’s into sloppy seconds,” Elly replies, another bridesmaid you’ve met in passing. “But I don’t know, they do look happy together.”

“Please, I’m sure Jungkook’s just using her so he can get one more chance at Doyeon before she ties the knot,” you bristle, the thought of Jungkook still having feelings for Doyeon makes your heart thud painfully against your chest, “like, what a downgrade. Namjoon and Doyeon do not deserve this drama. If Jungkook ever liked Doyeon at all, he wouldn’t have come. Period.” 

You slam the door open, causing Elly to squeal and Yoojung’s YSL lipstick to fall onto the sink. You’re the epitome of relaxation, walking towards the sink to wash your hands. The bridesmaids simply stare at you, unable to formulate a comeback. When you finally dry your hands, you say your next words. 

“Jungkook is here because he loves me,” an act act act. This is all an act. You shouldn’t be this offended because you know it’s all false. “And you’re wrong. It’s not Jungkook that doesn’t deserve Doyeon. Jungkook was too good for Doyeon.” 

And you slam your heels against the tile, stilettos pounding to the beat of the music. Your exit is full of anger and frustration as you ignore the burn in your step and the ache in your heart, flagging the first bartender you see to get you a double. 

Shot for shot, that anger soon melts into guilt as Yoojung’s words sink in. The thought of Jungkook using you to get to Doyeon is terrible, you can barely stomach the thought. But that’s exactly what you’re doing, right? You’re using Jungkook to get back at Doyeon. 

Why did you even want to get back at Doyeon anymore? Why do you have to prove anything to her? If she just continues to push you around, isn’t that more on her than it is on you? 

Jungkook soon finds you after you’ve nursed a few drinks, leaning unceremoniously against a barstool. His eyes widen at your state, and he immediately sheds his jacket to wrap it around your waist. 

“Why did you drink so much?” he chastises, “it’s the night before the wedding.” 

“Jungkookie,” you warble, clutching your stomach, “I don’t feel so good.” 

He sighs, bending down. “Get on my back. Make sure the jacket covers you up, okay?” 

He doesn’t even grunt when you put all your weight on him, feeling like a ragdoll as he hoists you up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him carry you to your room. Most of the older family already went upstairs to sleep, so none of your cousins could care less when they see you get hauled away by Jungkook. 

You inhale, he smells like sweat and cologne. “I like putting my head between your neck,” you babble, and you feel Jungkook chuckle through his chest, “you smell so nice there. It’s the bestset! Comfiest place ever, ‘specially when m’sleepy.” 

“Are you sleepy now, baby?” You love how smooth the petname falls from his lips. 

“I will be when we get upstairs,” you reply, happy to see the elevator is empty. “I’m just all up in my head.” 

“Is that why you were drinking so much? You said you were gonna stop earlier.” 

“Yeah, but,” you shamefully tuck your head in his shoulder, “I was frustrated.” 

“Frustrated? At who?” concern laces his tone as he struggles to hold you with one hand and fumble for his key in the other. You tighten your legs around his slim waist until the door clicks open, and he immediately walks over to your bed to plop you down. “Babe, are you crying?” he finally has a good look at your face, horrified to see the streaks of tears mixed with mascara running down your face. 

“I wa-was jealous,” you confess tearily, clutching your face in your hands,  “some girls in the bathroom were calling you sexy and that you were only here so you could try to win over Doyeon. I know it sounds ridiculous and you would never do that but. The thought of you getting back with her makes me so jealous and I hate it! I’m starting to feel so guilty about this, all of this. I put all of this on ourselves and I’m ruining it.” 

“Ruining what? You’re not making any sense.” Jungkook places a hand on your knee, crouching down so he can look up at you. 

“I’m ruining us,” you gush despondently, “I’m ruining any potential of us before we even start.” 

Jungkook freezes, hand clutching your knee like a lifeline. The potential of you two together? You’ve thought of that? Jungkook didn’t drink much tonight, so his mind is definitely running on all cogs. 

Coming to a conclusion, he rubs slow, soothing circles on your knee, his other hand reaching up to wipe the tears from your face. “You’re not ruining anything,” he declares firmly, “that’s impossible. I may have agreed to fake-date you because of Doyeon, but I stayed because of you.” 

His heart aches seeing you so upset, and he decides to take initiative to get you out of your clothing and ready for bed. You don’t have any words, opting to let Jungkook take care of you as you try to calm yourself down. He finds a spare t-shirt,  a long one so you’ll be comfortable. He doesn’t bat an eye when he unzips your dress, in favor of balling up the shirt and getting you clothed as fast as possible. He rifles through the bathroom to find your makeup wipes, and he’s gentle when he scrubs up the once pretty makeup you spent half an hour doing. Barefaced and fresh, you look sleepy and ready to crash. 

But before Jungkook can tuck you in, you clutch his arm.

“Jungkook,” you murmur sleepily, “I think I lo—” 

“I know, baby,” he doesn’t want a confession like this, and he’s sure you wouldn’t want it either. You still look a little green and you’re not sober, so he makes the executive decision to pin these feelings for later. “I’m not trying to invalidate you, I promise. I want you to tell me this, all of this in the morning. We’ll talk then.”

“Okay,” you melt in the sheets, pulling the blankets up to your chest. When you see Jungkook move away from the bed, you jolt, “Where are you going?” 

Jungkook smiles, reaching over to tuck you back in, “I left my blazer in Namjoon’s room. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

He walks out of your room as quietly as he can, making sure to close the door slowly. Once it’s sealed shut, he leaps up, giving himself a silent cheer as he bounds down the hall. You like him back! 

The smile on his face is tired but full of fervor as he makes his way to Namjoon and Doyeon’s suite. He doesn’t even care that he probably has to talk to Doyeon to get his jacket back, thoughts filled with the excitement of his requited feelings and going back to his room to cuddle up with you. 

He doesn’t even have to knock when the large double doors swing open. Dumbfounded, he looks down at Doyeon, wearing a tiny black nightie and dangling his jacket with one finger. It’s an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination, and he feels his neck heat up at the feeling he’s encroaching on an intimate moment. 

“You left this,” she says slowly, a tiny smirk on her lips. 

“Uh, thanks,” he says, making sure not to touch her when he grabs his blazer. 

In her other hand she holds up her room’s designated ice bucket. “Could you also get me some ice, please? Namjoon’s fast asleep and I really don’t want to walk out all… exposed.” 

He swallows his sigh, knowing it’s going to take significantly longer to get back to you when Doyeon drawls like this. “Of course,” he replies tersely, “after all, you are the bride.” 

“Thanks, Jungkookie.” 

He makes quick work of getting Doyeon the ice, pumping his long legs down the hall. The ice room is cold and cramped, barely enough for his tall frame to fit in. He jabs the container in the holder, pressing the button ten times per second to get as much ice out as possible. 

As soon as he turns around with the ice, he drops the whole bucket. 

Like glass, it shatters onto the ground, hundreds of little clear pebbles skimming across the floor like marbles. Doyeon’s pushing Jungkook against the ice machine, freshly manicured hands splayed across his chest. Her body is flush against his, making sure that he feels all of her with her thin silk gown. 

“What the fuck, Doyeon get off of me!” a little part of him hopes she’ll come to her senses on her own so he doesn’t have to put his hands on her. 

“C’mon, Kookie,” her voice is a sickly candy sweet, her eyes wide with hunger as she takes in his form, “just one more night, you and me. Like old times. One more night before I tie the knot.” 

“You’re crazy,” he balks, running his hand through his hair, “this is sexual harassment, do you know that?” 

“You don’t mean that, Kookie,” Doyeon dips a red-tipped nail down his chest, “why settle for someone like y/n when I’m right here?” 

He grabs her wrists, firm. She winces at the contact, but doesn’t say anything when Jungkook delivers her a scary glare. It gets her quiet, fearful of this version of Jungkook. Doyeon’s never seen Jungkook like this before, so unwilling to bend at her whim and emanating all his power against her. 

“Why settle for your cousin?” he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “because, I love her.” 

Her lip curls in disgust, nails digging into the palm of his hand. “But you loved me first.”

“And I’ll love her last,” he spits pack, letting go of her. His anger splits for a brief second, regarding Doyeon with sorrow, “this is low, even for you.”

Jungkook pushes past the ice, wobbling out of the ice room. He doesn’t look back, he just knows that he needs you right now. He needs to tell you everything, figure out a plan to cancel the wedding or something. 

But when he crashes inside the room, you’re dead asleep. He can’t find the courage to wake up Seokjin as well, who returned and is sleeping in his club outfit. He groans, feeling useless as he stares at the two of you, ignorant of what just conspired ten minutes ago. 

And Namjoon, what is he going to tell Namjoon? Poor guy doesn’t deserve any of this. 

Walking up to your side of the bed, he tucks your loose hair behind your ear. You look so peaceful now, so beautiful. 

It’s just going to have to wait until the morning. 

The morning of the wedding, you wake up alone. 

The first thought that runs through your head is that Jungkook has rejected you. The little, insecure bug that will never go away in your brain fills you with rash thoughts. He’s on a flight half way back home and he regrets this whole week. 

But after that exaggeration, you notice two aspirin and a bottle of water on your nightstand, along with your phone that’s fully charged. 

You pull up the screen to check the dozens of messages that flood your app. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: morning babe, im sorry i had to leave early. Namjoon showed up at our door freaking out that his suit is the wrong fit and shade. Now im running around vegas trying to find a replacement that doesn’t look like an elvis presley extra

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: but i didn’t forget what you said last night, i promise! Just go get ready and i’ll meet u at the chapel outside the resort. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: i also have something to say to you

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: wow i didn’t realize how ominous that sounds. Dw, everything will be fine

When someone tells you something will be fine, it’s a universal agreement that no, things will not be fine. 

So you get dressed, and put on your makeup mindlessly. You don’t really know what to make of Jungkook’s cryptic message, but you decide to leave those thoughts in the back of your mind as you go to the other rooms to help your family get ready. 

Seokjin is busy tying the ring bearer’s tie, looking handsome with his slicked back hair and polished grey suit. “Morning, cousin,” he sing-songs, “you look beautiful today!”

You smooth out your dress, a cascading silver number with starry sparkles. You feel like you’re living out your magical girl fantasies, wrapped up in layers of tulle and a sparkly sweetheart bodice.

“Right back at you. Say, you didn’t see Jungkook this morning, did you?” 

“No, but I heard he’s with Namjoon hunting for a new suit. Why?” 

“Nothing,” you lean against the guest table, “he just said something really ominous over text.” 

“I will never get a peaceful day so long as I’m in this family,” he says this directly to the ring bearer, a toddler who’s obviously confused at his uncle’s weird sayings. 

Your phone beeps conveniently, displaying Jungkook’s name. 

Jeon Jung-boo-thang: just got his suit. We’ll be there in fifteen. Meet me at the garden behind the chapel, please. It’s urgent 

Now you’re just worried. So you tell Seokjin your sentiments, and that he should have his phone on hand in case you needed him. With a confused nod, you leave him to go down to the garden.  

The groomsmen and bridesmaids are already at the chapel taking pictures. Only the wedding party is really allowed at this time, but you manage your way through the gardens virtually undetected. Jungkook’s already waiting for you, hiding under a white gazebo overlooking the hotel’s fountain. 

He looks gorgeous in his all black pinstripe suit, hair pushed back and pants fitted perfectly around his waist and thighs. When he sees you he gets up, full of skittish energy. You note that his hair isn’t even styled, only washed and curling slightly at the ends, as if he’s in a rush.

“W-wow,” he marvels when you rush up to him, “you look gorgeous.” 

You drop the handful of silver tulle, letting it fall to the floor. “Jungkook,” you clasp his hand in both of his, guilt flooding your eyes. You’ve been thinking about this all morning, and you need to cut to the chase. Jungkook tries to open his mouth but you silence him with a finger on his lips. “I can’t—I can’t do this. I know this sounds really stupid and you probably don’t want anything to do with me after this, but I shouldn’t have made this elaborate scheme,” you bite your lip, feeling even more antsy as Jungkook squirms in his grip. He however, is trying very hard to focus with his eyes, confused at your sudden confession. “I like you, Jungkook. I don’t want to parade you around like a revenge plot anymore, it isn’t fair and it’s wrong in so many ways—” 

“That’s great,” he says simply, brown eyes swirling with thoughts, “um, ditto. But—”

“Wow,” you frown, “I pour my heart out to you and this is what I get?” 

“It’s great that you want to be selfless right now,” Jungkook takes your hand, firm and tight, “but without this elaborate scheme, we wouldn’t be saving asses like we are right now.”

“What are you talking about?” You thought Jungkook rushed you down here so you could talk about each other’s feelings before the wedding. 

“Doyeon just threw herself on me last night. I got her ice and she took that as an invitation to seduce me like an episode of Sex and the City. Namjoon needs to divorce her, like yesterday.” 

Your face then morphs into something dark and ugly, and you fling your whole confession out the window. The thought of Doyeon going as far as throwing herself on Jungkook as a last ditch attempt to get back at you, has you seeing blood red. “What? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!”

“You were asleep!” he shoots back, putting his hands on your shoulders. He rubs warm strokes up and down your bare arms, “please relax. You’re shaking.” 

“And why didn’t you tell Namjoon when you were driving around all morning?”

“I tried to!” he retorts, hands swinging in the air. You huff when his hands land back on your shoulders, preventing you from running to the chapel to extract Doyeon out yourself, “but he just kept talking shit about how much he loves Doyeon and he can’t imagine being together with anyone but her and I felt so bad! I’m sorry I chickened out. I really don’t wanna be the one to break Namjoon’s heart. I’m just the plus one!” 

You pinch your brows, mulling it over. “Fuck it, let’s crash a wedding,” you declare, “where’s Namjoon and how can we get him alone?” 

Jungkook exhales, a hand carding up to loosen his thin silver tie. “He’s taking pictures with the groomsmen right now. It’s gonna be awhile before we get a chance to talk.” 

“Fuck,” you curse, sitting down on the white bench. Jungkook presses soothing circles on your back. “We have no choice, we have to get to him before the ceremony starts.” 

“You’ll have to get through me, first.” 

Doyeon’s not even in her wedding dress when she strides up to the two of you. She’s in ballet flats with her hair and makeup done, but the only thing she’s wearing is the thin underdress of her actual ball gown, a simple silk negligee that reaches her ankles. You don’t even know how she’s managed to escape the bridal party, especially without her dress. 

Feeling protective, you step in front of Jungkook. “Before you say anything,” you murmur, “I’m not ruining your wedding, and I never wanted to. You’re ruining it because of your mistakes.” 

“Oh, boo-hoo,” Doyeon rolls her eyes, playing with her nails, “I didn’t even do anything wrong, everyone knows that on the bachelorette’s night she can do whatever she wants. Namjoon could’ve fucked whoever too if he wasn’t so faithful.” 

“Namjoon is ten times the partner you are and would never do that,” You’re seeing red, unable to comprehend the complete garbage spilling from Doyeon’s lips. “You touched my boyfriend without his consent, and I will never forgive you for that,” your voice is scarlet, angry and thin. 

“It’s not like he isn’t used to it, I—”

“NO!” the sound that comes out of your mouth has all three of you flinching, and you’re thankful the gazebo is far enough so that the rest of the wedding party is oblivious to your actions. “You’re not allowed to justify yourself anymore, Doyeon. What you did was fucked up, what you’ve done to all of us is fucked up!” You realize now that you didn’t need to get back at Doyeon with a fake date, what you needed was this. You needed a reprieve, a chance to lay down your law. “Jungkook was right all along. You are jealous. You’re jealous and selfish and have no shame. You think you own whatever you set your eyes on, but you’re wrong. We’re not objects, we’re people.” 

You walk up to Doyeon, eye to eye. You jab a hand at her chest, pushing her back slightly. You soak up your cousin’s expression, and you watch as Doyeon’s eyes pop out in surprise at your act of boldness. “So you have a choice here. You can either swallow your pride and leave Namjoon at the aisle quietly and save whatever dignity you have left. Take your pathetic ass on the next flight back home and pack up your apartment. Or, we can start a big scene at your ceremony,” you probably look manic, filled with freshly injected power, “I know Seokin’s always wanted to yell ‘I object!’ at a wedding.” 

“You have no proof,” Doyeon glares right back, taking a step closer to you. Your noses are practically touching, but you dig your heels in the white-stained wood, puffing up your chest and standing your ground. 

“Doesn’t matter,” you bite back, “what matters is that Namjoon will doubt you. Namjoon knows we’d never do anything to sabotage a wedding without a valid reason. Even if you do get married tonight, we have Jungkook’s word and proof of a relationship that overlaps with his. I find this option to be far worse because it’s prolonging the inevitable,” you shrug, “I hope you two didn’t sign a prenup.”  

Hot, angry tears mess up her meticulously done makeup. Black rivers carve through her porcelain skin, showing the feelings that have been dormant since been hidden under a facade. Doyeon’s eyes dart back and forth between the two of you. She’s practically vibrating in combined fear and rage, seeing blurry images and memories and regrets of what could’ve been if not for her self-absorption. And finally, your cousin comes to a decision. 

“I hate you,” she emphasizes each word with the most concentrated of venoms in her tone. WIth one last look at the two of you, she stomps away. Instead of going to the direction of the chapel however, she takes the shortcut back to the hotel. 

Her grave words are unsurprising, but nevertheless disappointing. A thinly veiled smile grazes your lips, sadder than ever as you watch your cousin go. “And I pity you.” 

As soon as she’s gone Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up, hugging you tightly as you fight the urge to cry again. “Oh babe, that was really hot. The way you stood your ground? That was amazing!” Jungkook takes out his silver pocket square to wipe the stray tears that threaten to ruin your makeup. “You’re so strong, don’t you know that? You did it and I’m so proud of you.” 

As much as you want to revel in the affection, go back and bed and fall asleep until noon, you can’t.  Grasping Jungkook by the hand, you tug him to the chapel. “C’mon,” you say, “we have to corner Namjoon.”

The groomsmen photos are done by the time you get there. Thankfully, the to-be-groom doesn’t look too occupied. His eyes widen upon seeing you two stumble from the garden of all places.

“Oh, y/n. Jungkook,” Namjoon tilts his head curiously at how winded you two look, equally flushed and out of breath. From your state, Namjoon muses that it must've taken a lot of effort to finally get to the groom unattended, save for a few random family members he’s making small talk with, “The wedding isn’t for another hour but I must say, you two look radiant together. Doyeon always thought you’d end up an old spinster-catlady, but I always told her that you’re too beautiful to be single for long,” he pauses to send the aforementioned man a wink, “Jungkook’s a lucky guy. What were you two doing back there?”

“Uh, things?” Jungkook scratches the back of his head, not wanting to reiterate the fiasco between Doyeon moments before.

Namjoon smirks at the ebony-haired man, “Couple things?”  

You can’t take this needless small talk anymore. With a teary groan, you throw yourself at Namjoon. You hug him tight, and you don’t even care when you feel a slosh of his water bottle sprinkle your hairstyle. 

“Joonie,” you bemoan, “please, please don’t leave me. You’re the best not-cousin ever. I know it’ll be a pain to face Doyeon after today but you’re a strong independent man and when you’re ready Jin is single and ready to mingle—ow! Jungkook! Did you just pinch my ass?” 

“Do you really think setting him up with the next cousin is the best idea right now?”

“I figured a little humor would lighten the blow,” you sulk.

“I’m sorry what—what blow?” Namjoon frowns, pushing you away from him. “Y/n, have you been crying?” 

The tears resurface at that moment, like a kettle on overboil. Namjoon’s face is knitted together, unable to grasp at any conclusion. Namjoon feels something grave is upon the sky as he tenderly brushes away your tears with his thumbs before releasing you. Instantly Jungkook pulls you to his chest, patting you soothingly. As much as you two do not want to be the bearer of bad news, the time is now. 

“Namjoon,” Jungkook says, finding the strength that was previously stuck in his throat, “we have to tell you something.” 

Needless to say, Las Vegas is very forgiving when it comes to last minute wedding cancellations. 

The whole wedding party, both Namjoon and yours, collectively feels like a whole ice bucket has been dumped upon your families. You would like to say that the whole issue was handled mess free, but that would be a bald-faced lie. 

There was screaming, crying, hysterical laughter from all sides. Doyeon’s parents were of course furious, embarrassed, unable to calm down a hysterical Doyeon as they haul her on the next flight home. You have a feeling they won’t be showing up to family events anytime soon. 

Namjoon’s family leaves quietly, frustrated, but classy. After all, they know at the back of their heads they dodged a bullet. Everyone leaves except Namjoon however, who isn’t quite ready to go back to his and Doyeon’s apartment. Namjoon invites Seokjin and some other close cousins to stay in his suite until their flight tomorrow afternoon, wanting to be surrounded by close friends and (almost) family. 

As for your family, they decide to find the silver lining. While the chapel was able to cancel the wedding, the reception wasn’t as easy to sway. At the very last second, your grandparents decided to make use of the reception and renew their Golden Anniversary vows instead. The ceremony will be a quick, sweet affair. At this very moment, your cousin Yoongi is getting officiated online. 

And for you? You’re in the place where you’ve wanted to remain all week. A fluffy hotel bed wrapped up with your not-boyfriend. 

Or? 

Would a not-boyfriend be snuggling against your chest like you’re the softest teddy bear in the toy shop? Would a not-boyfriend be hooking your leg atop his lap, forcing you to latch onto him so his hands can roam freely against your soft thighs? 

“We have to get ready for the wedding,” you whine against his hold, to no avail when he only holds you tighter. 

“But your grandparents are already married,” Jungkook whines right back, nuzzling his nose in your head. “This is like an afterparty fifty years later.” 

“I wanna get dressed,” you insist, pushing yourself up, “and we still need to talk.” 

Without Seokjin staying with you, the hotel room feels much bigger and freer for the two of you. Your clothes are scattered on the floor, uncaring of any wrinkles or smears that would get on the delicate fabric. 

All that matters is that Jungkook is still here with you. Doyeon’s wedding is called off, but he’s still lying in bed with you. You want to burn this image to memory, and keep it forever. Jungkook laying in only his white undershirt and boxers, looking at you dreamily as if he’s still in nap-mode. Hair that was previously windswept and exposing his forehead is now out of place, fluffy and sticking out in all directions. His cheeks are flushed with coral-colored warmth, and a little puffy because you two have been sleeping most of the afternoon. 

“Right, talk,” he repeats, letting you hand him his black button up so he can clothe himself. 

You throw off your shirt somewhere behind you, not wanting to face him as you walk to the full-length mirror. “So, I think my feelings for you are pretty clear and out in the open…” 

“Same, I think I made it pretty clear as well.” 

“What? You turn around, looking at where he’s still half-covered in bed. “You did not. I distinctly remember almost confessing my love to you last night. And then this morning, only for you to cut me off and say ‘that’s great’.” 

“Oh,” he stares at the white sheets that cover his lower half. “I guess I didn’t then.” 

You smile wryly, turning back to face the mirror so you can slip into your dress that’s been pooled around your ankles like a silver halo. “Maybe you thought it in your mind and forgot to tell me.” 

That seems about right. Jungkook has a tendency to be a little too passionate for his own good, windswept in thoughts and feelings until they consume him. He hops out of bed, walking only in his dress shirt and socks as he makes his way to the mirror. “Then let me do all the talking,” he says softly against your neck, hands on your hips. 

You shiver when you feel the cold silver of the zipper whirr up your body, Jungkook’s large hands splaying across your back to smooth out the waistline. 

“You of all people would know that being with Doyeon is a trip,” he chuckles into the crook of your neck, “I thought that was what love felt like. Being codependent, jumping through hurdles, trying so hard to please someone who can’t be pleased.” 

Jungkook’s hands wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly. He squeezes you and holds you like the most precious thing in the entire world. Through the mirror, you two are quite a pair. 

“But with you, I never knew love could be like this, feel like this.” 

“So… are you saying you love me?” you fight the urge to bounce around in his grip, the biggest smile on your face.  

“You really just want me to say ‘I love you’ and be done with it, huh?” 

Within seconds he’s pulling you from behind, whirling you around to the edge of the bed. He manages to flouce up your skirts to billow around his lap, sitting you down on his bare thighs. 

“You look like a cupcake, all sprawled up like this,” Jungkook says cutely, peppering kisses in a trail from your chest all the way to your lips. “You look like a huge, silvery cupcake and I love you. It’s so easy to love you.” 

Maybe it was kismet that Jungkook didn’t get to you first all those years ago. Maybe the right time is right here, right now. 

“I love you, too,” you say happily, dipping down to press a long, passionate kiss to his lips. He tastes like love and a happy future. When you pull away, you encapsulate his face in both your palms, regarding him like the sun and stars. “But you know, if we date you’ll never get away from my crazy family.” 

Jungkook snorts, pressing his forehead to yours, “And miss Yoongi re-marrying off your grandparents tonight, the next year of Seokjin and Namjoon running circles around each other, and a lifetime of happiness?” his hands snake under your dress, finding purchase in your soft skin, “not a chance.” 

[day-dreammmm]

"The Hidden Gem"

-day-dreammmm

“If every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn't have hotdogs!” – a line from a kid’s show that goes by the title, Steven Universe. I spent the whole month of august watching every episode and all the content it could provide me.

This Emmy-awarded animated show took place in a fictional town called Beach City, where ageless alien warriors known as the Crystal Gems live in an ancient beachside temple. They project female humanoid forms from the magical gemstones at the core of their being. The Crystal Gems protect the Earth from the disasters the Homeworld Gems caused centuries ago. They are then joined by Steven Universe. He is a hybrid son of a fellow Crystal gem known as Rose Quartz and a human named Greg Universe.

After they wrapped the show in January 2019, “Steven Universe: The Movie” follows in September. Telling a story of 16-year-old Steven all grown up and the Crystal gems making peace on earth, then suddenly gets interrupted by a gem stuck in the past, known as Spinel, that wanted to take revenge on Steven’s mother who left her alone. A twenty-episode epilogue series then began airing in December of 2019 titled “Steven Universe: Future”. It shows Steven facing the future ahead of him and the other characters. He deals with all the trauma he gained from his childhood but then receives help from the characters he all helped in the past.

When Rebecca Sugar, the creator of Steven Universe, executed a number of complex topics we face in our everyday life for the young audiences to easily understand from a different perspective with such care amazed me. This makes her creation well appreciated by both adults and kids. The storytelling makes it distinct from the usual kid’s show norm and even common adult shows. The characters were made to deal with stress in a clear-eyed way and then properly recover from different obstacles are seen in it. We get to see inclusive and mature queer representation as well when we found out one of the main characters, Garnet, was part of the LGBTQIA+ community. It had to be the boldest move for Sugar to make since we rarely get to see these themes in television before. A revolutionary show that plenty of audiences loved was made owing to this.

Everyone in the making of the show was called the “Crewniverse”, and as I watched the documentary of the movie I realized that it needed so much work and absolute love to put into it to be a whole. From writing and creating the storyboard, compositions of the songs, the new character designs, animation making, and reuniting the voice actors, to the finalization—their work began to mean even more to me.

For it to be an ongoing cartoon on the channel, Cartoon Network, their visuals needed to fit the standard that they had for recognizable characters, color combinations and details easy on the eyes, and more kid-friendly ideas for a plot. This contradicts the pilot episode they made that had a lot of detail in the background and the character designs, a darker color palette, and a much more terrifying monster to defeat. This ground-breaking style Rebecca preferred required changes. In the end, some elements still made it, and the pastel color palette worked beautifully with the story’s feel. I appreciated the countless little details they added to the backgrounds or their personalities in episodes that added context to what the life of the characters looked like. Every character felt real in the show and each had their own story.

The musical numbers and songs are one of the big parts the fans loved about the show. It added so much emphasis to the storyline. They couldn't stop getting stuck in my head since they were made to be catchy. It’s interesting how a different instrument was associated with the theme of each main character. In Garnet’s theme, we hear more bass and synth, Amethyst gets the drums, we hear the piano in Pearl’s songs and background, and chiptune if often paired with Steven.

Steven Universe may have its flaws too, such as the filler episodes that don’t gain anything from the plot, the shallow writing of some characters, the inadequate animation some might say, and the bad twists. These are well-known mistakes of the show that the producers had the potential to improve. Though this is what they have given us and if every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hotdogs! Meaning, that if everything was perfect we won’t enjoy it that much and that’s how life is. When you watch the first few episodes, it may just seem like continuous nonsense entertainment, but once you get interested in what they are up to and start even predicting what’s going to happen, it will be worth the watch.

It was said that Rebecca as the creator, held this show personally and partially based it on her experiences in real life. Teaching kids how love, both for others and ourselves, can help us persevere through life's hardest challenges is the show’s most lesson to the audience. With the complex storyline they have created, the lessons and the sense of reality still hits you. Having seen their adventures, and how they faced a variety of challenges, and experienced growth together made me feel too connected to its story. It’s a show that I will treasure as I get through life. As I end this, I will finally get to say farewell to this Steven Universe phase I got into. After all my research I have consumed enough, and I will recommend my friends to try and give it a watch too. This shall be my act of gratitude for showing me another perspective on being human.

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⸰ֺ⭑Nct 127 - Ideal types⭑ֺ⸰

❥︎𑁍 Taeil

Someone like the moon. Serene, a comforting presence, humble, but that still possesses various interesting facets and is able to light the darkest room. Someone with a magnetic aura, whose presence is subtle, but when they are not around, they are definetely missed. Someone soft who inspire romantic thoughts and actions. Someone cute but that doesn't realize it. Someone silly who makes him smile and laugh at the smallest things, that vibes with him in a deeper level. Someone simple, as chill as him, as free spirited as him, who will be up to do anything with him. Someone who has the ability to make the most complicated thing look easy, that can vanish any bad feelings with a reassuring smile or touch. Someone that appreciates his entire being and all of his perfect imperfections.

❥︎𑁍 Johnny

Someone like the sun. Spontaneous, warm, bright, inviting, that makes him feel that life would be impossible without them. Someone that smiles a lot and laughs easily, that is kind of random. Someone visionary, free, that just catches his hand and says "let's go!". Someone who is genuine in everything they do and say, that sees no problem in saying "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong". Someone hardworking, that works more for others than for themselves. Someone with whom he can have cheesy pick up lines battles and that can make him flustered at the end. Someone that has firm steps and knows where they are going, that has a broad vision of life. Someone balanced, 50% emotional and 50% rational.

❥︎𑁍 Taeyong

Someone like a lighthouse. Always there to guide him, to show him that he is not alone, to show him the way when he feels lost, someone he knows that will be there for him, waiting for him at that same spot, with unchanged feelings. Someone dependable and reliable, with a motherly instinct, but that still has their inner child jumping and playing at times. Someone wise, from whom he can always learn a new thing. Someone that can make him slow down sometimes to enjoy a peaceful afternoon. Someone that can read, match and change his moods, that knows exactly what to do in every situation, that makes him feel safe and understood. Someone that goes to him with open arms and always listen to him before listening to anyone else.

❥︎𑁍 Yuta

Someone like a painting. Expressive, colorful, admirable, interesting, full of layers, that show themselves completely, but there's always some detail yet to be discovered if you look at them from a different angle. Someone fair, just, loyal, that kind of person that you can trust completely. Someone that actually doesn't fall for his pranks, because they are always one step ahead. Someone playful, sincere, open minded, free of judgements, that just want people to be happy and prays everyday for this world to get peace. Someone who matches his intensity, but is far from being competitive. Someone strong, maybe tough, but that has soft spots for a lot of cute little things. Someone kind and generous, that is always ready to help others.

❥︎𑁍 Doyoung

Someone like a precious crystal. Beautiful, transparent, formed with a lot of patience, that takes the hardships in life to become a better person, that seems delicate but is actually very strong, extremely precious and valuable in every way. Someone with an extremely good heart and a charming great mind. Someone who forgives easily, even though they shouldn't. Someone who is good with words, that expresses themselves well, that is honest with their feelings and share them with him. Someone who has the sense of commitment and give their all in the relationship. Someone who gets along with his family and friends. Someone who has eyes just for him, that is his supporting system, his number one fan, that recognizes all of his efforts. Someone who truly listen to others and keep in their hearts everyone's story.

❥︎𑁍 Jaehyun

Someone like an old love song. Filled with tender emotions, ageless, classic, someone who evoque sweet memories everytime he looks at them, someone who validates his thoughts and feelings. Someone who makes him miss them, that makes him smile with just one text message. Someone that doesn't push or rush him, that is in the same wavelenght as him, that walk in the same pace as him, that makes him feel comfortable and relaxed, that brings harmony to his life. Someone encouraging, that makes him gladly go out of his comfort zone sometimes. Someone entertaining, creative, that comes up with the most brilliant and funny thoughts from time to time. Someone fascinating, charming, passionate, that speaks with their whole body when they get excited.

❥︎𑁍 Winwin

Someone like the ocean. Deep, pacific, that makes him feel free and calm, that has the strong power to pull him to them, that gives him that feeling that the world is huge and there's so many things he doesn't know yet . Someone who gets his walls down, that makes him wanting to be the chaser. Someone who accepts him, who understands him, who doesn't suffocate or pressure him on acting in a certain way. Someone considerate, respectful, a gentle and ethereal soul. Someone that people may label as traditional, but that has a truly rich inner world, that they share only with him. Someone that quietly takes care of him just for the sake of caring, without any greed or second intentions.

❥︎𑁍 Jungwoo

Someone like a flower. Sweet, unique, fresh, that attracts people to them, fill everyone with happiness and with the feeling that at the end things will be alright and that life is indeed beautiful and worth living. Someone supportive, that will stay by his side and will make him their priotity. Someone who shows unconditional trust on him, on his feelings, on his thoughts, that makes him feel confident about himself. Someone with a hint of a genius mind, that can follow his thoughts, and that has thousands of hobbies, because they like to keep their mind running. Someone who won't deny his affection and will give him all the hugs he needs.

❥︎𑁍 Mark

Someone like the sky. Pure, sincere, soft, clear, that shelters everybody under their veil with no prejudice, that makes him want to fly high. Someone easy to deal with, that doesn't like conflicts, but that also knows how to protect themselves and the ones that need to be protected. Someone who gets involved in his daily life, that shows interest in the things he does. Someone empathetic, positive, cute, kind, soft spoken, that sees the bright side of the world. Someone who feels like a best friend, that greet him with a high five followed by a sweet little peck. Someone overall calm and chill, but that also has lots of chaotic moments that makes him burst into giggles.

❥︎𑁍 Haechan

Someone like the stars. Cute, special, lovely, that shines on their own and helps others find their own light, that is there even if you don't see them, that makes his eyes sparkle. Someone as wild as him, as intelligent as him, that thinks quick and acts quicker. Someone sweet and friendly, that makes sure everyone feels included. Someone who recognizes him and takes him seriously, that talks to him about any subject: politics, food, tv shows, science, business, everything. Someone affectionate, that hugs him, kisses him, that says him at the end of the day "You did great!". Someone that gently point him his hits and misses, that is always leading him to improvement. Someone mature yet carefree, funny and bubbly at their core.

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The new arrivals- part 3

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Pairing: Loki x Female reader

Summary: You are Y/N the Goddess of Victory, niece of Tony Stark and you run the Avengers training facility based in the Highlands of Scotland. Thor, Loki and a ship full of Asgardians arrive and you need to help.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: strong language some smut (18+ ONLY DON'T MAKE ME BAN YOU HORNY TEENS) fingering etc and some Fluffy soft boy Loki too 🖤

Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🖤 Thank you everyone for all your support so far, if you want me to keep writing this story let me know!

Still reeling from your encounter with the legendary God of mischief, you straightened out your fucked out Y/H/C hair, and escorted Loki along the winding corridors to where he would be staying, conveniently at the end of the hall next to your living quarters. “So….” Loki said, breaking the silence between you both, “have you ever had any training for your powers?”, you smiled at the God’s attempt to small talk while following you. “I’ve had very basic training from Wanda to make sure I don’t accidentally blow up the place, but she didn’t want to stay at the facility, so I only see her a few times a year now when she visits for Visions check-ups. Other than that, I’m all self-taught” you say while extending your arms in a grand manner. He chuckles at your display, “well colour me impressed. You’ve learned much, however, I would like to humbly offer my own personal training services” he said while bowing to you smirking. “I may just need to take you up on that one” you smiled with a wink. You opened the heavy door to Loki’s self-contained apartment. It was like your own, in the sense that it was one of the larger apartments at the facility, intended for other senior members of the team to stay in during missions. It consisted of a wall of large glass windows which ran through all the rooms in the apartment, a large living room area complete with a cosy fireplace and a large corner couch scattered with pillows and throw’s, perfect for keeping warm in the harsh Scottish climate. There was a modern Kitchenette in the same large room along with a small dining area with a round table and fresh flowers in a crystal vase in the middle. The apartment also had a self-contained office/study, bedroom and ensuite bathroom. You placed the key card on the kitchen table and began to explain to Loki “This is your personal apartment; groceries can be ordered from the computer in your study. There's a prepaid mobile in there too, with my number and Captain Rodger’s number already saved on it. If you need anything…” you paused, giving him your best seductive look while placing a hand on his lower arm. “Don’t hesitate to ask, I’m just down the hall” and with a wink you left Loki to get himself settled in.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, it was one of the busiest days you’d had to deal with in a long time. Trying to ensure all the Asgardians wanted for nothing and could have access to anything they needed. On top of dealing with all the usual Avengers mission organising and conference calls with the New York branch. Later that day, when the sky was beginning to turn red from the sunset, you were discussing recruitment with Captain Rodgers when a much more relaxed Thor approached, placing a hand on both of your shoulders. He looked quite dashing with his new black eye patch and a simple Midgardian pair of jeans and a flannel shirt opened with a blue top underneath. “Thank you, my friends, you’ve done a great service to me and my people” Thor smiled, “and lady Y/N, I want to thank you for taking such special care of my brother.” You failed to supress a choke but successfully played it off as a cough when you asked, “whatever do you mean?” pretending to be oblivious. Thor, not needing to pretend to be confused said, “Loki told me you’ve offered him a training position here at the training facility” he paused “why? What do you think I meant?” he asked, side eying you suspiciously. You relaxed and awkwardly laughed a little too loud and said, “Oh that? Don’t be silly, you don’t have to thank me for that we would be lucky to learn from Loki, he’s uh… very talented” You smiled trying to supress a blush, “fuck you were terrible at lying”. Both Thor and Captain Rodgers looked at you slightly amused, “Aaaanyway, Thor, if you could ask your people if there were anyone with magical abilities who would like to learn how to use them, then Loki and myself will be offering free classes to anyone who wants them, just email me a list of names and we can begin tomorrow morning, 10am in the basement training room. It’s the most secure in case of any magical misfires or accidents. We want everyone else to stay safe.” You explained “Steve, I want you to run some self-defence classes with any non-magical volunteers who are interested, please and thank you!”. After seeing the confused, puppy like look on Thor’s face, you added, “Rodgers, please explain to Thor what an email is. I’m sure if you figured it out then the God of Thunder can too.” You smiled while patting Thor playfully on the cheek.

Finally retreating to the solitude of your apartment, you slipped off your heels, and unclipped your bra, letting out a sigh of relief. You poured yourself a large glass of wine and headed to your bathroom, where with a wave of your hand, your purple smoke filled a hot relaxing bubble bath and candles appeared scattered everywhere to gently illuminate the room. You grabbed your Kindle with your favourite book already half read preloaded on It and sunk into the warm water letting out a satisfied sigh of relief. “It’s been one hell of a day.” You thought. “But not all entirely bad” a deep voice purred from the opposite side of the bath. “Fuck me!” you exclaimed while nearly launching your kindle at the smirking face of Loki at the opposite side of the tub “Well, if you insist…” Loki chuckled giving you a seductive wink, slowly climbing up your body to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, biting your lip. His hand travelled down to your soaking wet pussy and found your swollen clit and began to circle it, making you let out a moan into the God’s mouth. He responded by delving his tongue further into your mouth, massaging it against your own and letting out a low growl saying, “How delicious you taste my Goddess, just one taste and I’m already back for more” at his words his hands began to move faster against your swollen bud, leading you to cry out “oh fuck, Loki” in ecstasy as you chased your high, until you felt your legs shake as you came crying out the God’s name again.

“Y/N is everything alright, I heard you calling for me from the door and …. ohh.” A familiar voice came from the now open bathroom door to snap you out of your fantasy. You quickly snatched your hand away from your throbbing pussy and in surprise yelled, “Loki! What are you doing here?!” your face resembling a tomato at this point. “Well, I came over to ask you if you wanted to watch some Midgardian film and perhaps have dinner with me, when I heard you calling for me. I thought you might have been in danger, so I came in… and well… it appears you did too” he laughed flashing you a cute smile. You couldn’t believe your luck, caught out twice in one day by Loki, if you could have died from embarrassment, your confident you would be 6 feet under by now. What must he think of you? A horny, uncontrolled Goddess, pathetically crushing on him like you where still in High school. Even though he was enjoying the effect he had on you he still handed you a bath towel and robe and excused himself like a gentleman to allow you to exit your bath. Once out of your bath and dressed in your soft cosy pyjama joggers and an oversized fluffy jumper. You wandered into your living area, looking for Loki, only to be greeted to a candlelit dinner, and Loki passing you a glass of wine and inviting you to sit on the chair he had already pulled out for you. A beautiful meal of something you think resembled a pasta dish was spread out before you on two black and gold plates. You began to dig in as Loki smiled and said, “I just wanted to thank you for today. It hasn’t been the easiest few days but meeting you has made it almost worth it. I don’t often feel this comfortable with people I’ve just met, but there’s just something about you my dear. I feel like I’ve known you for years lady Y/N”, “Please” you started, “Just call me Y/N.” smiling kindly at this surprising man sitting across from you. “So, do you want to talk about it?” you enquired, swirling another forkful of pasta. “About what?” Loki said, avoiding eye contact and feigning ignorance. “Oh, you know, the fact that your planet was destroyed?” you said, a little bit more flippantly than you originally wanted. You saw a look of hurt flash for a second across the God’s face, but it was gone in less than a second. “There’s not much to tell” he shrugged “basically Thor’s sister Hela took over Asgard, determined to take over the nine realms and the rest of the universe for that matter, and the only way to stop her was to cause Ragnarök.”, “Ragnarök?” You questioned tilting your head to the side. “The total destruction of Asgard.” Loki said, very mater of factly, moving the food around his plate. “Wait.” You paused, the weight of what he had just said hitting you, “So you both had to make Ragnarök happen?” you asked, your voice full of concern. “Not both of us, just me” Loki said still avoiding eye contact, but you could tell he was beginning to cry. You reached out over the table and placed a comforting hand in his. “I’m so sorry that happened to you” you said, your eyes becoming glassy too. Loki smiled at your gesture, but it never quite reached his eyes which where threatening to overflow with tears. “It’s my fault, I should have saved more of them, I should have waited until….” He sobbed shaking his head from side to side, the words getting lost in the sobs. You got up from your chair and rushed over to him wrapping your arms around him, holding him in a tight hug, feeling him shake and dampen your jumper with his tears, you gently stroked his hair, shushing him and trying to calm him down gently repeating “It’s okay, it’s not your fault”. After a while he gently pulled away, wiping the tears from his eyes, and magically summoning a hanky to blow his nose with. “I don’t want to leave you alone tonight” you smiled sympathetically holding out your hand. “Come on,” you motioned tilting your head towards your room “we can watch Netflix and cuddle in my bed”. Loki said nothing and instead just took your hand nodding, still sniffling and letting you lead him to your bedroom, where with a wave of

your hand the blinds closed, and your ceiling lit up to resemble a starry night. In a haze of green Loki changed into a cosy pair of joggers resembling your own and a baggy black t-shirt. You got into bed under the duvet and let Loki cuddle up next to you, his head on your chest as you continued to stroke his hair with your arms wrapped tight around him as you settled down to watch “Jack Whitehall: Travels with my father”. The God even let out a few chuckles at the antic’s appearing on the screen. You’d never seen such a powerful being so vulnerable and both emotionally and physically exhausted. Until finally your own exhaustion caught up with you and the darkness of sleep and Loki’s breathing was all you could focus on.

You awakened to the dim light of the tv screen still on Netflix displaying “Are you still watching?”, glancing over at the clock you squinted and seen it was only 6am. Not wanting to disturb the peacefully sleeping God glued to your chest you waved your hand to turn off the television and cosied back up to Loki smiling at how adorable and peaceful he looked as you drifted off to a peaceful sleep once more.

You where jolted awake by the sound of someone hammering your door, yelling your name. You blinked, slightly still disorientated and groggy from sleep. The hammering on the door continued so you shrugged Loki off you and ran to the door rubbing your eyes. “Thor?” you blinked sleepily. “Lady Y/N” he said shoving you aside to enter your apartment, “My brother is missing, I went to his chambers to check on him and he’s gone. Where….” He was interrupted by an equally sleepy Loki saying “Brother?” while rubbing his eyes, his beautiful ravel locks wild with bed head, and his eyes blinking sleepily, “What are you doing here?” Loki questioned, looking very confused. Thor, now looking amused and relieved to see his brother fine picks him up in a bear hug, spinning him around laughing, prompting Loki to glare at him yelling, “get off me you big oaf!” while struggling to get away from his grasp. Thor put him down then playfully stalked over to you grinning pointing his fingers at you saying, “So…. You and Loki? Huh?” eyebrows raised and elbowing you playfully. You folded your arms and rolled your eyes, “We’re just friends Thor, we where watching movies and fell asleep. Do you want something? Or not?” you said making it clear your patience was wearing extremely thin. It was far too early for the energetic God’s antics. He held his hands up in defeat, retreating back to the hallway, “Okay, Okay. I’ll see you both later” he winked, laughing and giving you and Loki a set of finger guns while Loki magically slammed the door on his brother. “Sorry about him” Loki blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “and I’m sorry about last night too….. I’ve never done that with anyone before”, “What? Share a bed?” you teased while pouring you both a hot cup of coffee. He met you in the kitchenette, clearly trying to be serious “No, I meant opening up to someone like that, other than my mother of course…” He took his mug and walked over to sit down on the couch in silence. As you joined him you put one arm around him in a half hug and said, “I’m always here for you Loki, my door is always open. Unless, you know, I’m in the bath again” you grinned giving him a wink.

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