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Ghost receives a text that leaves him absolutely reeling. OR the guy that you texted on accident is weirdly flirtatious and you're kind of into it?
1.1k words. lieutenant!Ghost x chef!reader (f). readerâs age unclear but 18+ (not a minor!!). divider by @plutism.
Unknown: SOS!!!!
Ghost immediately goes deathly still, eyes zeroing in on the text message notification that blinks across his phone before disappearing.
Having a SAS issued phone means that his phone number should be impossible to find. He doesnât receive spam texts or calls and the few people who have his number know better than to bother him when heâs on paperwork duty. Which means that something is not right.
His phone buzzes again, and he feels his gut churn sourly.
Unknown: (1 attachment)
He doesnât have time to think, he just braces himself for the worst. A photo of Johnny bleeding out with a gunshot wound? Coordinates to a location where Gaz is being held hostage?Â
Heâs already reaching for his kit in case he needs to jump on a helo when the attachment, an image, finally opens up.
The breath that was suspended in his chest slowly releases like a deflated balloon as he tries to make sense of the carnage on his phone screen. Yet, it isnât one of his squadmates thatâs crying out for help. Rather, itâs an image of a Cornish hen thatâs been burnt to an absolute charred crisp.Â
His mind is racing at a speed that he canât quite process, his eyes methodically scanning the photo for any clues or hidden messages in the image.Â
Yet, even to his trained eye, the image is perfectly normal. The background of the photo is a standard flat kitchen, slightly disorganized with cooking materials and ingredients scattered about. Your feet are visible in the corner of the photo, youâre wearing a pair of girly pajama shorts and bunny slippers.
His brows scrunch together in confusion, thoroughly perplexed and slightly annoyed at the mental gymnastics that he is undertaking to try to make sense of these messages.
Ghost: Who are you?
Your reply is instant, confirming his suspicion that you have truly somehow managed to message him by accident.
Unknown: Itâs (â„ïž), your classmate from culinary school!
Ghost glances at the image again, brows scrunching in disbelief that you are training to become a chef considering the charred and blackened state of the bird.
Ghost: Wrong number.
Unknown: Ah, how embarrassing. So sorry to disturb you! I must have jotted down my classmateâs number incorrectly during class. Have a lovely rest of your evening!Â
Thatâs that then.
He sighs and sets his phone on his worn desk, glancing back at the mountain of paperwork that awaits him. Heâs several hours away from finishing up, and Price will absolutely have his head if doesn't get it all done.
Yet, for reasons he isn't willing to unpack, the image of your bare legs tucked into those ridiculously fuzzy bunny slippers lingers in the back of his mind. His fist twitches, annoyed with himself for getting so hot and bothered over a mere glimpse of bare ankle.
Youâre just another nameless, faceless muppet in the void of the digital age. Even responding back to your text message is probably a breach of security protocol that could land him in another hour long cybersecurity training seminar if he isn't careful.
So Ghost isnât sure why he bothers picking up his phone and typing a message at all, but his thumb hits send before he can ponder it any further.
Ghost: Chicken seems a bit burnt.
Being the asshole that he is, Ghost canât help but chuckle wryly at his own joke. He figures youâll probably ignore his message. Maybe youâll even take offence to it and block his number. So when his phone instantly buzzes with a response, his interest is fully captured.
Unknown: You think? I worried it might be a bit underdone.
The corner of his mouth twitches upward beneath his mask.
Ghost: I could be wrong. Youâre the chef after all.
Unknown: Well, thereâs plenty to go around if you fancy charcoals and mash.
He's fully smiling now, embarrassingly chuffed that you're playing along.
Ghost: You asking me on a date?
Unknown: Depends. Are you a serial killer?
Ghost: Depends on your definition of a serial killer.
Itâs silent after that and Ghost canât help the kernel of disappointment that takes root in his chest. Easygoing banter is far and few between for the lieutenant who has spent the last 48 hours trying to make sense of the mountain of paperwork that piled up on his desk during his last mission. He was enjoying this exchange with you far more than he cares to admit, and several minutes pass with no response before he glumly locks his phone and returns his attention to his desk.
A full day passes and Ghost accepts that he has scared you off.
Yet he canât blame you. He knows full well that there are loads of creeps and nut jobs on the Internet who could take advantage of you. And even so, youâd be better off messaging any one of those weirdos rather than him. Because, after all, heâs ... who he is.
Three days later, Ghost is seven kilometers into his evening jog around the training field when his phone buzzes again unexpectedly. His eye twitches but he doesnât check it right away, chiding himself for the persistent flare of hope in his gut that refuses to be extinguished. Heâs been pathetically rushing to his phone with every notification he receives since your last text message came through and feeling disappointed every time it isnât you.
Itâs only when his phone buzzes again that he decides to bite the bullet and check who's texting him.
Heâs fully expecting it to be another stupid meme from Soap in the 141 group chat. Which is why he skids to a stop, heart suddenly pounding in his chest, at the sight of a message from your phone number (which he has memorized at this point).
Itâs his trigger finger that flies to open your message, eyes fixed intensely, almost nervously, on the pixelated screen of his outdated phone.
Youâve sent him a photo of a sausage roll, a proper sausage roll, thatâs cooling on a wire rack in your kitchen. He's already salivating at the sight of the juicy blend of ground meat packed neatly and precisely into a flaky case of golden pastry, as well as the sliver of your bare thigh that's showing in the edge of the photo.
He assumes that youâve accidentally messaged him again instead of your classmate until he sees the message beneath the image.
Unknown: Just wanted you to know that Iâve been testing some other recipes for our date.Â
Unknown: Thoughts on my sausage rolls?
Ghost doesnât even realize that heâs grinning like a madman until his face starts to twitch uncomfortably. He hasnât smiled so hard in months, maybe even years, and the mechanics of beaming like a lovesick idiot have almost been forgotten by his stiff facial muscles.
He responds immediately, almost afraid that you might slip through his gloved fingers again if he is even a second too late.
Ghost: Thatâll do.
(thoughts on part 2 from reader pov? i want them to talk on the phone and see ghost be all cute n awkward TT)
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost#ghost fluff#pining!ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#cod x reader#its about the YEARNING
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Twst Second Years reacting to someone else calling you 'honey' or 'sweetheart'
First years | Third years
A/N = WOOOHOOOO I'm actually continuing it, pls like share comment n subscribe y'all!1!!11!
Riddle Rosehearts
He stops mid-motion, his eyes narrowing sharply at the person.
âExcuse me? I believe youâve forgotten your manners.â he says as he crosses his arms, stepping in front of you like a shield.
His voice is firm but icy, âTheyâre not yours to address so casually.â
Heâll fume about it later, pacing and ranting to himself about the audacity. Like "THEY did not deserve to call you by THAT nickname, only I can,"
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie immediately tenses when the sound is processed, body unmoving, but hides it behind a grin.
âHoney? Thatâs cute, but I think youâve got the wrong person.â he tells the other person.
Casually drapes his arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.
Might âaccidentallyâ use his connections to make sure that person doesnât get too comfortable around you.
Azul Ashengrotto
His smile falters for a fraction of a second before he regains his composure.
âHoney? Sweetheart? My, how bold of you to use such familiar terms.â
Steps in with a charming but slightly threatening demeanor.
âYou must be unaware that (Y/N) is under my care. Do let me know if I need to clarify further.â
Quietly seethes, thinking about ways to ensure the offender never oversteps again.
Jade Leech
He smiles at the offender, giving a polite and eerie smile, kind of giving the signal to run too.
âOh? How endearing. Though, I do believe thatâs our thing. Right (Y/N)?â
Steps closer to you, his hand resting lightly on your back.
Keeps his calm demeanor, but thereâs a promise of subtle revenge in his tone.
Floyd Leech
Immediately frowns, leaning in with an uncomfortably close stare.
âEh? Honey? Sweetheart? Thatâs MY nickname for Shrimpy!â
Wraps you up in a possessive hug, grumbling about how annoying the offender is.
Might or might not... escalate to something worse... maybe yelling or maybe chasing the person off if his mood sours.
HEY! At least it's safe to say that guy's probably not gonna ever try anything with you ever again. :)
Kalim Al-Asim
Looks surprised at first, but quickly recovers with a cheerful laugh.
âOh, (Y/N)âs the sweetest, arenât they? Iâm lucky to have them!â
He then takes your hand or links arms with you to show youâre his.
Feels a little twinge of jealousy but lets it slide because heâs confident in your bond.
Jamil Viper
Freezes for a split second before letting out a low chuckle.
âThey mustâve mistaken you for someone else.â he says in disbelief, after all why would someone else call you that?
Later, he'll position himself between you and the offender.
Makes a mental note to remember the personâs face in case they try again.
If they do try again, say bye bye.
Silver
His initial reaction is just to blink in surprise, but then he manages to remains calm.
âHoney? Iâm sure they didnât mean any harm. Maybe it was just an honest mistake.â
Gently shifts closer to you, his protective instincts kicking in.
Though polite, he gives the offender a piercing look, silently warning them to back off.
Later, he might overthink the situation and wonder if he shouldâve been more assertive.
A/N = Ngl i feel like some were ooc.... if some are please do tell i'll rewrite. FEEDBACK is appreciated btw!!!
#twisted wonderland fanfiction#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#riddle rosehearts#azul x reader#azul ashengrotto#ruggie bucchi x reader#ruggie bucchi#jade leech#jade leech x reader#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim#kalim x reader#jamil viper#jamil x reader#silver twst#silver twisted wonderland
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untitled (part 4)
The man you stumbled into is bleeding out. And he's distractingly pretty.
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 (current)
tags: sylus x reader, an au where you're an average citizen, slow burn, mentions of blood, fluff, you panic bc of his lethal face card, valid reaction tbh, 10/10 would do the same
Interacting directly with a beautiful man reduces you to an idiot, you realize.
Youâve met attractive men beforeâhad crushes on such men. They werenât necessarily easy on the eyes, but there was always something they said, did, or had that made you feel some type of way about them. The seventh-grade classmate who shushed your chattering peers during your presentation. The corner store clerk with pretty hands. The college senior who made you feel welcome at your acquaintance party. The tall guy who unknowingly saved you from getting squished by the sardine-packed commuters on the train.
Sure, your next interactions with them made you hyper-aware of their presence for a timeâhanging on to their every word and unknowingly seeking them out in the room. But you think you remained fairly casual and blasĂ© with them, as you do with most things.
Unlike right now.
As your mind begins to clear, you register that youâre stripped down to just your base layer. In the middle of winter. Your puffer jacket lies damp on the ground, and your sweaterânow sporting huge splotches of bloodâis folded haphazardly against the manâs abdomen. (You try not to let the sight of the dark liquid summon the remains of your dinner.)
Your gaze flickers between his ruined shirt and your clasped hands, cupped by his much larger, warmer ones. When you look up, youâre taken aback to find his intense garnet eyes already locked on you.
âAre you alright?â he asks, the deep, velvety timbre of his voice compelling you to straighten up unconsciously.
âYes,â you splutter, air barely making it past your throat. Then, your eyes widen. âAre you alright?â you stress, gesturing wildly to the concerning state of his abdominal area.
He chuckles. âNever been better.â
You gape at him. âBut youâre bleeding!â
He glances down at his bloodied clothes. âIt appears so.â
You like to think you have a good head on your shoulders. You always stay on the correct side of the sidewalk. You tidy up your table as much as you can at food joints. You try to abide by city recycling guidelines to make life easier for sanitation workers. And youâre decently vigilant, thanks to the countless true crime documentaries youâve crammed into your brain.
But alas, it seems a beautiful man is all it takes for common sense to call it a day.
âOkay, so I actually won some groceries earlier, and I think I have some first-aid supplies in there,â you babble, missing the knowing glint in his eyes. âMy house is just a little further down the street. If you want, I can treat your wound there?â
Heâs still holding your hands. You realize your palms must be clammy from cold sweatâand his blood. You politely pull your hands back with a laugh you hope sounds natural. (It doesnât.)
âOh wait, you probably need a hospital,â you blurt, mentally berating yourself for not considering this first. You start fishing for your phone in your jeans pocket. âI can call the emergency hotline for Akso Hospital. I work there. Um, I can even ride with you in the ambulance if youâd like?â
The man laughs, his eyes crinkling in amusement.
âI appreciate the help, sweetie, but you shouldnât be so quick to give out personal information to people you just met.â
Heat creeps up your neck. Heâs right. Youâre basically handing him a free pass to rob your place. What if heâs a serial killer?
As you feel yourself spiraling further, he begins to stand, grabbing your dropped jacket as he rises. You instinctively lean back, mouth agape at his towering height and the fact that he just stood upâquite gracefullyâdespite clutching his wound mere moments ago.
âIâll have your sweater washed and dry-cleaned,â he says, folding the soiled fabrics neatly into compact squares. âKnow that your assistance back there is much appreciated.â
âOhâ! It was nothing. Iâm just glad youâre okay.â
A single snowflake lands on your face and you blink, nose twitching at the gentle melting sensation. Looking up, you notice the sky is now a beautiful backdrop of powdery snow, falling softly around you.
âItâs getting late,â he observes, also gazing up at the scenery. âLet me walk you home.â
Before you can protest, he drapes his coat over your shoulders. Youâre immediately overwhelmed by the scent of fresh linen and something distinctly masculine that has you instinctively relaxing into the warm confines of the comically oversized garment.
âBut arenât you cold?â you ask, unknowingly tucking yourself further into his coat.
âNo,â he responds with a hint of laughter, pressing a hand to your back to gently guide you toward the park entrance.
The short walk to your house is surprisingly comfortable. Aside from occasionally fumbling over your words and avoiding his gaze (his face is distractingly handsome, and his impressive height and physique make you strangely self-conscious), you manage a decent conversation.
You learn he was taking a casual stroll when he had a âsquabbleâ with some old business partners. You can only stare at the back of his head at this revelation. What kind of squabble leads to a wound like that? And how is he acting so fine now? If it werenât for the bloodstain on his expensive-looking high-neck top, youâd think you hallucinated the whole thing.
You also learn heâs visiting the city on a business trip. After hearing this, the rest of the walk is filled with you recommending your favorite places: the food spots youâre yet to use your lifetime vouchers for, the cat cafĂ© with the snooty caracal you love petting, and the old arcade where youâve won most of your plushie collection. (You make sure to share with him a few secret tricks for mastering the darn two-pronged claw machine.)
Belatedly, it dawns on you that such activities might hold little interest for a man like him. Flustered, you open your mouth to undo the torrent of nonsense youâve been spouting, when he suddenly stops and turns to face you.
âYour recommendations are duly noted,â he says, eyes glowing with amusement. âIâll be sure to try them sometime.â
Youâve arrived at your house. You're surprised by the unexpected pang of disappointment you feel.
âThank you for walking me home,â you murmur, suddenly feeling shy.
He hands over your now-drier puffer jacket. âIt was my pleasure. Now go inside before you turn into an icicle.â
âOhâyour coat,â you exclaim, beginning to shrug it off. But he stops you with a raised hand.
âKeep it,â he tells you. âIâll get it back when I return your sweater.â
You hesitate. âAre you sure?â
âOf course.â Then, as if recalling a secret youâre not privy to, he smiles softly. âI trust itâll be in safe hands. You seem exceptional at caring for things.â
Before you can unpack his words, he turns and starts walking toward the main road.
âWait! Whatâs your name?â You can't believe you haven't asked till now.
He pauses before glancing over his shoulder.
âSylus,â he finally says.
âSylus,â you repeat, liking the way it rolls off your tongue. âItâs a pretty name.â
Your hand flies to your mouth, eyes widening in horror. Why not tell him heâs hot while youâre at it, doofus?
As you fumble for an apology and prepare to sentence yourself to a blabbermouth timeout, he chuckles.
âIndeed it is.â
You canât quite put your finger on it, but thereâs a trace of melancholy in his voice that stays with you.
With a wave, he walks into the snowy dark, his figure gradually fading.
And thatâs when it hits you.
How did he know which house was yours?
note: seeing the love this series has gotten has been surprising! the comments, reblog captions, and tags you leave are honestly hilarious and i had a blast reading through them đ
tag list: @thepotatoislost, @xxfaithlynxx, @browneyedgirl22, @vorfreudevortex
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When Youâre Here
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader
Requested
Summary: Jude, missing you deeply, is overwhelmed with joy and love when you surprise him by showing up at the Bernabéu to watch him play.
Word Count: 3.1K
Authorâs note: I had this in my requests for a while, sorry for the delay, hope you love it anon! đ€
Judeâs typical training day demeanor was straightforward: laser-focused. On any other day, heâd immerse himself fully in the drills and exercises, cracking a joke here and there during breaks but tuning everything else out when it came time to work. Today, though? Today was different. Yesterday was the same. In fact, he hadnât been himself for weeks â ever since you left for that work trip.
Normally, Jude could handle brief separations. He was no stranger to them, away games you couldnât attend or your quick business trips that lasted a week, tops. But this time was different. You had been gone for almost a month, and Jude was on the verge of losing it.
Sure, you two FaceTimed every night before bed. You called whenever you had a spare moment. You texted back and forth throughout the day, as much as your schedules allowed. But none of it felt like enough for Jude. He wanted you there with him â not just virtually, but physically. He needed to feel the warmth of your presence, to hold you, to have you by his side. The emptiness of your absence seemed to grow louder with every passing day.
âThis is probably the 20th time youâve checked your phone, bro,â Camavinga teased, breaking Jude out of his spiraling thoughts. Jude wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, phone in hand for what felt like the millionth time today, scanning for a reply that still hadnât come.
Jude sighed, tossing the towel aside. âI texted her, and she hasnât responded,â he muttered, his frustration slipping out in his tone.
Camavinga chuckled. âSheâs probably busy, man.â
Jude nodded half-heartedly, his shoulders slumping. âYeah, maybe,â he admitted, though the crease in his brow remained.
âHow longâs it been since you texted her?â Vini chimed in.
Jude blinked, glancing back at his phone to check. His teammates knew you well. Theyâd met you often at team dinners and events, where you were always effortlessly charming, seamlessly blending into their lively banter. They also knew how hopelessly smitten Jude was with you â and, admittedly, theyâd been enduring his constant moping and wistful sighs for weeks now.
âFifteen minutes,â Jude declared, as if that was an eternity, his voice tinged with irritation. He tossed his phone onto the bench with a thud.
The boys exchanged amused glances before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Jude shook his head, his lips twitching in reluctant amusement. âYou lot are useless,â he muttered, though a soft chuckle escaped him.
He sat down next to them, stretching his legs and trying, and failing, to shift his focus back to training. He knew logically that you werenât ignoring him. You had a demanding job that kept you busy, and the rational part of him understood that youâd reply the moment you had a free moment. But logic wasnât winning against the ache of missing you.
The truth was, Jude wasnât just annoyed or impatient, he felt incomplete without you. Over time, heâd come to realize how deeply youâd become woven into his life. You werenât just his partner; you were his peace in the chaos, his constant in the mess of fame and football. You made him laugh when nothing else could, listened when he needed to vent, and brought a light into his life that felt irreplaceable.
And now, without you here, that light felt dimmer. He was counting the hours, the minutes, until he could have you back in his arms.
After working out for a while, Jude decided to take a break. He grabbed his phone again, and this time, relief washed over him as he saw your name lighting up his screen with a new message. His face lit up instantly, the weight of his frustration and sadness dissolving in an instant. A humongous smile spread across his face as he eagerly opened the message and began typing a reply.
For those few minutes, he felt like himself again. Chatting with you, even briefly, was enough to lift his spirits and give him the boost he desperately needed. But all too soon, he had to return to training. Reluctantly, he said goodbye, promising to talk later.
As Jude put his phone back and glanced up, he caught a reflection in the mirror that made him pause. Rodrygo was mimicking him with an exaggerated, love-struck grin, pretending to text on an invisible phone. Vini, standing beside him, was silently cracking up, his shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.
Jude grabbed his towel and tossed it at the pair, hitting Rodrygo square in the chest. âIdiots,â he muttered with a half-smile, shaking his head. Their laughter only grew louder, echoing through the training area.
The rest of the session passed uneventfully, but Judeâs mood was noticeably lighter after talking to you. Once training wrapped up, he showered and headed back to his room at Valdebebas. The exhaustion from the day caught up with him, and he longed to be home in his own bed. But more than that, he wished you were there beside him.
Lying in bed, Jude grabbed his phone to FaceTime you, a nightly ritual whenever the two of you were apart. Truthfully, he missed home more when you werenât there, mainly because when you werenât around, he found himself hugging your pillow as he slept. It was a habit he wouldnât dare admit to anyone, not even you.
When your face appeared on his screen, it was as if the entire world shifted back into focus. âHi, baby,â you greeted him with your sweet voice, and the stress that had been weighing on his chest dissipated instantly.
âHey, my love. How was your day?â he asked, propping himself up against the pillows.
You started talking about your day, how busy and tiring it had been, but also how much you missed him. Jude sighed as he listened, nodding along with a soft smile, though the longing in his heart grew with every word.
âHow are you feeling about tomorrowâs game?â you asked, noticing the subtle tension in his expression as he rubbed his face, clearly trying to shake off his frustration.
âFine, I guess,â he replied, his voice low and filled with fatigue. âWe should do well. I just wish you were here.â
Your heart ached at the way his voice softened when he said that. âAww, Jude. I miss you so much. I wish I could be there too,â you admitted, your voice laden with emotion. You missed everything about him â his scent, his warm hugs, the way heâd kiss your forehead, the silly songs heâd hum, even the soft snoring you used to tease him about.
âI always play better when youâre here supporting me,â he said, his words carrying the weight of truth. It was something heâd told you many times before, and he meant every word. When you were in the stands, cheering him on, he felt like he could conquer anything.
âYou will be watching, though, right?â he asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. He knew you never missed his games, even when you were busy, and the thought of you not being there, even virtually, dampened his spirits.
You hesitated, biting your lip. You didnât want to lie to him, but you had to for the sake of the surprise. âIâll try my best to watch, baby. I have a meeting at the same time as the match, but Iâll do everything I can to catch some of it,â you said apologetically.
Judeâs face fell slightly, and the sight of his disappointment tugged at your heartstrings. âOkay,â he said quietly, trying to mask his sadness.
âIâll be supporting you from afar, love. You know I love you so much,â you said, hoping to cheer him up.
âI love you too. More than anything,â he replied, his voice firm despite his obvious exhaustion.
âGet some rest now, okay? You need to be ready for tomorrow,â you reminded him gently. You could see the sleepiness in his eyes, but you knew heâd never be the one to end the call first. Jude loved hearing your voice so much that heâd rather fall asleep mid-conversation than hang up.
âGoodnight, my love,â he murmured, his eyelids growing heavier.
âGoodnight, Jude. Sweet dreams,â you whispered, watching as he slowly drifted off, still clutching the phone.
Match days for Jude had always been a rollercoaster of emotions, but not in the way most people might think. While he naturally felt a bit of anxiety before stepping onto the pitch, the dominant emotions coursing through him were always motivation and determination. Jude was fiercely dedicated, a player who thrived on focus and precision, never allowing his nerves to get the better of him.
As part of his pre-match ritual, Jude strolled onto the pitch long before the stadium filled with roaring fans. With his headphones on, he stepped onto the pristine grass, taking a slow walk around the grounds. It was his way of grounding himself, visualizing the game ahead, and soaking in the calm before the storm. The music in his ears created a protective bubble, letting him zone in on the task at hand.
Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the vibration of his phone in his pocket. Pulling it out, he glanced at the screen and saw your name flashing with an incoming FaceTime call. A small frown formed on his face as he answered â it wasnât like you to call so close to your big meeting.
âHey, gorgeous,â your voice greeted him, warm and teasing, immediately cutting through the hum of pre-match nerves.
âHey,â he replied, slipping one hand into his pocket as he cradled the phone in the other. âHowâs it going halfway across the world?â
You smirked, tilting the camera just enough to give him a better view of your face. âWorkâs been good, but I wouldnât say Iâm quite halfway across the world anymore.â
Jude squinted at the screen, his brows furrowing. Something about the background behind you seemed⊠familiar. He also noticed the collar of the shirt you were wearing, it looked suspiciously like a Real Madrid jersey.
âWait⊠where are you?â he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.
âWhat do you mean?â you replied with an innocent tone, though the twitch of your lips betrayed your amusement.
âThatââ He leaned closer to the screen, narrowing his eyes. âThat looks like a stadium behind you.â
Feigning confusion, you turned the camera slightly, revealing a glimpse of the unmistakable seats of the BernabĂ©u. âOh, this place? Yeah, itâs kinda cool. Thought Iâd check it out.â
Jude froze, his jaw going slack as the realization hit him. âNo way. Are youâ? Youâre here?!â
âSurprise!â you exclaimed, flipping the camera to fully reveal yourself standing by the edge of the pitch, already decked out in his jersey.
He ran a hand on his face, his heart skipping a beat. Quickly, he glanced around the stadium, which was still mostly empty since the game was hours away. When his eyes found you, waving at him from the sidelines and blowing him a kiss, his entire face lit up. If it werenât for the cameras and a few teammates milling around, he might have jumped up and down like an overexcited kid. Instead, he settled for a wide, uncontrollable grin.
âAre you serious? You didnât tell me? When did you get here?â His gaze flicked back to his phone, needing to see your face up close.
âThis morning,â you replied with a playful shrug. âI wanted to see that priceless look on your face.â
Jude shook his head, his grin so wide it almost hurt. His chest felt impossibly full, his heart pounding in a way no pre-match ritual could replicate. âYouâre unreal,â he murmured, his voice brimming with disbelief and affection.
âYouâre welcome,â you teased, leaning casually against the railing. âNow go out there and show me why I flew all this way.â
He chuckled, shaking his head again. âI donât know what I did to deserve you.â
âYou scored a few goals, I guess,â you replied with a wink, making him laugh.
âIâll score ten tonight if it means youâll keep surprising me like this.â His tone softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through. âThank you for being here. It means everything.â
âAlways,â you said, your voice tender and sincere. âNow go win us that game.â
With one last look, he ended the call, his chest swelling with newfound energy. He felt unstoppable.
The game began with Real Madrid dominating right from the first whistle. The team controlled the pace effortlessly, holding possession, creating chances, and putting pressure on the opposition. Jude was a maestro on the pitch, gliding with the ball as if it were an extension of himself. His mind occasionally flickered to you, sitting somewhere in the stands, watching him. The thought of you there, cheering for him, filled him with an unmatched drive.
The match was electric. VinĂcius scored the opening goal with a stunning strike, followed by Rodrygo slotting one in with finesse. Jude orchestrated the midfield, dictating the flow of the game, and his every move seemed to hum with purpose. Victory felt inevitable, and the energy in the stadium was palpable.
In moments of brief stillness on the pitch, Jude would glance toward the stands, knowing you were there, proud and beaming. It pushed him to play harder, better, with every passing minute.
The atmosphere at the BernabĂ©u was electric, as always. The fans roared with passion, their energy pulsating through the stadium. The game had been going spectacularly well, but Jude had one thing on his mind â a goal. His performance had been stellar, commanding the midfield with his usual elegance and precision. But scoring in front of you after so long felt essential. You hadnât watched him play in person in what felt like forever, and he wanted this goal to be just for you.
As the minutes ticked down, Jude's focus sharpened. While directing the game from midfield, he kept scanning for spaces to exploit, calculating every opportunity to find the net. And then, as if fate had aligned perfectly, the ball came flying toward him off a cross. He surged forward, meeting it with a powerful header that sailed past the keeper and into the back of the net.
The stadium erupted. The cheers were deafening, a symphony of celebration as his teammates rushed to embrace him. Jude stood there, soaking it all in, arms wide open in his iconic celebration. Yet, despite the roaring applause and the love from tens of thousands of fans, all he could think about was you. He imagined your radiant smile, your eyes shining with pride. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
He kissed the badge on his chest, but as he waved to the crowd, his gaze flickered up toward the VIP section. He knew you were watching, and the thought filled him with an unmatched sense of accomplishment. Taking a deep breath, he let the adrenaline rush through him, knowing the game, and his night, couldnât have gone any better.
The final whistle blew, sealing the victory. The BernabĂ©u buzzed with excitement, the fans still chanting his name long after the match ended. But Judeâs thoughts werenât on the post-match celebrations or the cameras following his every move. His focus was singular: you.
In the tunnel, his teammates teased him mercilessly. âIn a rush, mate?â one of them quipped. âSomeone special waiting for you?â
Jude only laughed, brushing off the comments as he hurried through his post-match routine. A quick change, a few celebratory high fives with his teammates, and a rapid cleanup later, he was finally free. Emerging near the VIP area, his eyes scanned the space eagerly until they landed on you.
You stood by the railing, his jersey hanging slightly oversized on your frame, a grin lighting up your face as your eyes met his. Jude didnât think â he moved. Jogging straight toward you, he ignored the curious glances from onlookers, his entire world narrowing down to the sight of you.
âYou,â he murmured as he reached you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. His hands slid around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly as he buried his face in your neck. The familiar scent of your perfume washed over him, and in that moment, it felt like coming home. Holding you after so long filled the emptiness that had grown inside him.
âYou were incredible,â you whispered, your arms tightening around his shoulders. âMan of the match, Mr. Bellingham.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his cheeks flushed from the game and the overwhelming joy of having you there. âYou donât know how much it meant to see you up there tonight,â he said, his voice soft. His eyes held that familiar twinkle you adored, a warmth that only appeared when he looked at you.
âSeeing you score was worth every minute of the flight,â you teased, your fingers brushing gently against his cheek. âNot bad for someone whoâs been pouting over FaceTime all month.â
He laughed, the sound rich and unrestrained. âI wasnât pouting.â
âSure, keep telling yourself that,â you replied with a grin, your fingers playing with the hem of his jersey.
Jude leaned closer, his voice dropping low so only you could hear. âYou know, I was planning to dedicate that goal to you. But I figured kissing the badge was slightly less obvious than blowing a kiss to the VIP box.â
âSmooth,â you quipped, your eyes sparkling. âGuess Iâll take it.â
âTake this too,â he said, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips. Though quick, it was impossibly tender, a moment that conveyed everything he felt for you. Jude had a way of making even the simplest gestures feel like declarations of love, and this was no exception.
The world around you blurred. Despite the residual chaos of the stadium, the two of you stood in a little bubble of intimacy, your connection shutting out everything else.
âYouâre coming home with me, right?â he asked, his voice tinged with hope.
âWhere else would I go?â you replied, taking his hand in yours.
âGood,â he said, intertwining your fingers with his. âBecause after tonight, youâre not allowed to leave again.â
You rolled your eyes playfully, though the smile on your lips betrayed your amusement. âWeâll see about that, superstar.â
âOh, itâs not up for debate,â Jude replied confidently, squeezing your hand as he led you toward the exit.
And with that, the night belonged to the two of you â a perfect ending to a perfect day.
#jude bellingham#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fic#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham x y/n#jb5#jb5 x reader#real madrid#rma#rmafc#football player x reader#football imagine#football fic#football fanfic
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Marvelous
First of all we celebrate on Christmas Eve but letâs start with advent: okay for the 4 last sundays before Christmas Eve (if Christmas Eve is a Sunday that counts) we light a candle. Like first Sunday until 2nd 1 candle 2nd until 3rd 2 candle and so on.
We also hang up stars in our windows
Like that one
Next exciting thing is Lucia. Itâs on 13th December. Everyone dress up in white nightgowns (the design of them is at OLD no one have worn them for something else than Lucia for ages) (fuck gender roles put the boys/men in dresses) (I wish it said fuck gender roles more but after this itâs decided by gender :/) (but people are starting to break the roles a little and throwing in alternatives so yay but if I start going into the alternatives I will find myself writing a long text about folklore) okay traditionally it looks like this (I found the pictures on Pinterest):
Sadly the woman with the candle-crown âshouldâ according to some be white and have blonde hair but the times are changing and now itâs more variety :) well I was in one of those and we had 4 different candle crown people. Neither were blonde. They were all perfect.
We sing songs (or well the dressed up people do and the rest listen and watches) its kind of nice kind of wtf are we doing which IS FUN. All that to celebrate some Italian saint and we havenât even been catholic since 1523 (or well thatâs the year the guy who changed that became king) (he needed the churchâs money) (okay now I nearly started rambling about history too)
On Christmas Eve there is two movies you have to watch. One is called Donald Duck but itâs actually itâs a lot of clips from old Disney movies/short movies and itâs presented as if they wish everyone a merry Christmas and tell everyone a wholesome/fun story. (It includes but is not limited to Lady &Lufsen dining, Donald Duck trying to photograph a bird, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy camping, the mice sewing cinderellaâs dress, Robin Hood stealing Prince Johnâs money, Santa Claus and elves fixing toys and stuff for the kids [you REALLY should have a paint like that])
According to Wikipedia itâs been streamed on live television since 1960 and at been on top 4 most streamed programs EVERY year since at least 1994 (no data before that year)
It probably costs a fortune because itâs fucking Disney but weâre a lot of people who really likes it and we all divide the day in before Donald (it hurts to not say Kalle which is his Swedish name) and after.
Ofc we have Karl Bertil Jonsson too which I rambled about in the tags that is now screenshotted in the previous reblog.
If there is at least one kid in the family: sometime in the evening dad or grandfather or uncle or someone (usually male person) has to go outside to âbuy the newspaperâ or âbuy some milkâ soon thereafter Santa knocks on the door. Comes in, speaks a little with everyone, maybe eats something and gives presents. Then he leaves. Soon after that dad returns home. The store was sold out on newspapers/milk/literally anything.
Itâs not a complete list but I need to rewatch Karl Bertil Jonsson. The animated version ofc not the live action. Nothing against the live action itâs just not a classic
my only advice is to BE CAREFUL posting about holiday traditions around europeans. you'll post something casual like "anyone else watch the old Grinch movie every year? what a classic" and a european will appear as if summoned and say some shit like "funny how USAmericans always CONVENIENTLY forget that Not Everyone On Earth is from The USAâŠâŠ.. no of COURSE we dont watch 'the grunch' or whatever the fuck that isâŠ. our tradition is to attend a community showing of Glummdorf the Racial Stereotype"
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Advent calendar: Day 18. Holiday knot
Yeti x fem!reader || semi-public sex, oral sex, knotting
You had a great idea for your anniversary. Since you married your yeti husband, youâd been trying to get him to chase you through the woods, but seeing as it was mid December and the temperatures would probably kill you if you ran naked⊠You decided to make it special in other ways.
You wore a nice coat, the longest one you had, with extra padding on the inside so youâd be warm no matter what. And under it you wore⊠almost nothing. You bought the naughty lingerie so long ago you almost forgot you had it, but at the last second you put it on and walked to his office as a normal day. You had dinner with him once a week, always on Wednesdays, and he was always waiting for you.
But this time around you had a bit of a surprise.
You opened the door to his office and closed behind you, making sure the blindfolds were down and the secretary left for her lunch. He was on a call you werenât too interested in, you could only focus on the feel of the coat against your naked skin and the way your heart was trying to escape from your chest.
Even from afar he was magnificent, giant and furry and so incredibly beautiful in his monster features that you were dripping wet even before he even breathed in your direction. Youâd never felt so strongly about any human, but as soon as you met him⊠you were done for good. Forget human tiny dicks, who wanted that when you could have giant ridged dicks that knotted you until you were dripping cum for hours after?
You were a bit nervous, you knew heâd love your surprise, but you were way past your honeymoon phase and maybe office sex wasnât on his kink-list⊠Maybe.
âWell, hello there, wife,â he greeted you in his most cheerful rough voice, making you shiver.
It was now or never.
You slipped the upper part of your coat down your shoulders, exposing the red lingerie framing your tits in the most amazing way. He choked on a breath, and that encouraged you. You let the coat fall to the floor, pooling at your feet as you blinked slowly at him. And you realized the exact moment when he saw the mistletoe adorning your panties.
In a flash, literally the time it took for you to blink, he had jumped over the table and was crowding you, his giant sized body pulling you up and against the door. You shivered in anticipation, his rough breathing matching your accelerated heartbeat.
He bit down on your neck playfully. âYou smell like cookies, wifeâŠâ He rumbled against your ear. That meant you were excited, that you were aroused, he loved the smell of cookies as much as he loved the smell of your horniness. âYou came here wanting to be ravished by a monster?â He teased, his voice amused but his dick very hard under your barely covered ass.
Your nerves got the best of you when you answered: âReally? If you⊠If you want to...â
He pulled back a fraction, his big white inhuman eyes looking straight into yours, almost shocked when he deadpanned: âDo I want to fuck my wife in my desk? Yes. What kind of question is that?â
âI- I didnât know if youâd be up for it,â you confessed, feeling shy all of sudden.
âWife, Iâve wanted to fuck you over that desk since the first time you came to have lunch with me. And you are making my fantasies come true right now, you are the bestest of wives,â he said between soft kisses around your face, making you giggle with his sudden affection.
But it wasnât all that soft, his dick was pressing insistently against your ass and you wriggled your bottom until he was whimpering, his strong arms holding you up as he walked to the desk and sat you there. He kissed you softly on the lips, and then sat down on his chair, legs open and erection very clear in his slacks. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat with his fur peaking through the buttons of his shirt, sleeves rolled upâŠ
But he was only staring at you, not doing anything. âArenât you going to fuck me?â You asked, a bit confused at the situation.
âOh, yes⊠Iâm definitely going to. But first: lunch.â That was all he said before his face was buried in your pussy as he pushed the panties to the side, not even taking them off.
He devoured your center with desperation, with a hunger so primal and deep that you didnât know if you would survive. It was the best oral sex ever, and he had just started. He kept grunting and moaning against your sex, his furry face getting messy with your juices as he enjoyed himself. You could only hold onto his hair and pull every time he tried to get a breath in between licks. You didnât care if he breathed or not, you only needed him against your pussy, his fingers playing dexterously with your clit.
âIâm- Iâm gonnaâŠ!â You tried to warn, but you were too slow.
The orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave as your body convulsed over the desk, his hands holding you down as you knocked a few things off the table. He only chuckled against your pussy, probably not caring you were destroying some important documents.
He pulled back, whipping your juices away from his chin and licking his fingers clean. That movement was so hot that you whimpered as he smirked at you. He knew what he was doing.
âNow the main course,â he said, ripping the panties off and pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You groaned whorishly and he smirked again, his fangs so big you couldnât suppress a shiver.
You thought he would push inside in one go, but he chose a tortuous pace, his dick breaching you so slowly and thoroughly that you could feel him everywhere at once. His hands were on your boobs, on your ass, on your clit⊠And his dick kept going deeper and deeper. Your brain was barely functioning at that point, not caring about the noise of the possibility of someone finding you. You could only focus on the way he felt against you.
But once he bottomed out, there was no place for soft sex anymore. He started a rough pace, fucking in and out of you with the desperation of a husband in his anniversary. With the desperation of a yeti who found his mate in the middle of a big city. With the hunger of a monster in need of his bride. And you ate it up, matching his noises and groans, moving against his body until you were both sweaty and your lingerie was probably beyond repair.
But you didnât fucking care.
It felt so good. It felt too good.
âIâm going to knot you,â he warned.
âBut we- Someone could...â you tried to argue without much strength. You wanted it. You wanted it more than anything. You needed it like you needed breathing.
âLet them,â he grunted. The rough tone and the way his dick hit your G-spot just right at the same time his thumb rubbed your clit was enough to send you over the edge once again. âFuck, so tight, so goodâŠâ
He kept chanting how good your pussy was when you felt the erratic thrusts and the beginning of his knot at your entrance. He pushed one last time before it fully developed inside of you, locking you two together as he came over and over inside your welcoming heat.
His body was holding you down as you breathed calmly, his dick still twitching inside of you as he kept coming and coming. You knew this would take a while, and you were more than content to just wait it out. It felt great to have him inside, almost like cockwarming but⊠bigger. Maybe you should try cockwarming next.
âStop thinking so hard,â he complained against your neck, landing a few soft kisses and scratching you with his fangs, making you shiver.
By the time his knot went down, you felt almost coherent again, but when you got up and felt the first gush of cum out of you, you were already thinking if he could fuck you again soon. You were about to tease him to get a rise out of him when he beat you to it.
âAre you going to walk back home with my cum leaking down your tights?â He asked as you put your coat back on, hiding your body from him. There was an edge to his voice that you couldnât quite place.
âIâm going to the car and then Iâll drive home,â you explained, a smirk on your lips when you realized what he wanted. âDo you want me to plug myself and wait until you get home?â You asked back, a blush covering your cheeks as his eyes turned big, his dick filling inside his slacks once more.
âFuck. Yes,â he groaned. âIâd be there as soon as possible, I just have one meeting.â
âDonât be late or Iâll start without you, I bought a new toyâŠâ You commented before closing the door, laughing when you heard the curse behind you.
You didnât get to the elevator before his big body was hoisting you up between giggles and walking to the stairs with you over his shoulder. âForget the meeting, forget the elevator, I need you in our bed ASAP,â he roared as you laughed.
#yeti#yeti x reader#yeti x human#yeti x you#monster advent calendar#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster x reader#terato#monster boyfriend#monster fuqqer#monster romance#monster love#monster smut#monster lover#monster x you#monster kink#monsterfucker#monsterfucking nsft
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Okay well now you need to write the secret baby trope for Soap and Gaz. Itâs only fair man (Iâm such a sucker for this trope I will never get sick of it)
I did a secret baby post with gaz somewhat recently, so Iâll give soap a go lol
Soap knows that if, by some miracle there is still space for him in your life, that heâd better do more than just get on his knees and beg. He needs to put his head to the ground and pray at your feet.
It had been a fledgling relationship at best. Youâd said you loved each other, but he was the one who pushed things to go further when you were inclined to take it slower. He wore you down until you finally let him move in with you (your place was a lot homier than the flat he hardly touched). It was said implicitly: donât make me regret this.
And he was sure he wouldnât. Because he was that much in love.
So it should come as no surprise that fate, or rather, Price, should come along and need him for an extended stretch on an emergency, covert basis. No time or clearance for you to be told. At best, he was in for a tongue lashing. At worst, youâd burned all his shit and prayed to god for his swift demise while he was gone.
What he does not expect is to hear splashing and singing when he comes through the front door. His stuff is still around, what little of it he had. His mumâs knit blanket still over the couch, his novelty mug shaped like a boob is over on the counter. Heâs able to pull himself out of the reverie when he hears you call at the sound of the front door.
âMom? Is that you?â Whatâre you expecting your mom for? Itâs the middle of the week, not a holiday, and your mom doesnât live particularly close. He realizes he has to say something, or youâll get scared.
âNah, hen. Sâme. Johnny.â Fucking lame, but he was barely able to force it out.
âOh.â You donât sound angry, at least. So thereâs hope. âYou should probably come here, then.â
He kicks off his shoes, since it looks like heâll be staying. Sets his duffel down.
âRubber ducky, youâre the one.â Youâre a shower person, really. He doesnât know why youâre in the bath. Damn, are you naked? God, he has to get to the bathroom before your good mood ends. âYou make bath time so much fun!â
He opens the bathroom door just in time to hear a giggle and some more splashing. From chubby little arms. Thereâs a familiar vacant blue staring up at him from the water and copious bubbles. You are, unfortunately, clothed, sitting on a stool by the tub.
âJohn, this is Soirse.â John. So heâs not out of the woods yet. âMake yourself useful and hand me that towel.â You point to the fluffy thing with bunny ears thatâs on the counter. Speechlessly, he hands it over and watches you lift the babyâ his babyâ out of the tub. At least, heâs really fucking hoping sheâs his. How else could he already love her so much?
The little towel has a hood. So sheâs wearing the bunny ears once you wrap her up. How fucking adorable is that? Then you hold her outâ to him.
âHelp me take her to bed. Then we can talk.â
Heâs never wanted anything more in his life.
#writing#cod fanfic#cod#secret baby#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish#soap x reader
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EUPHORIA
18+ / mdi
summary: you've been inseparable with jungkook from the moment you landed in korea. from the initial language barrier to your group's immense success, you've remained dubbed as an iconic duo. but what will you do when a single moment changes everything between you?
content: idol!jungkook x idol!reader, f2l!jungkook, 8thfemalemember!reader, afab reader, reader is implied to be a foreign member of bts but you can assume all dialogue is supposed to be in korean, pretend this takes place during 2018/19 while they promoted fake love in the u.s, appearances from the other members, pining, miscommunication, dumb insecurities, smut, dry humping, body worship, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 12.5k
a/n: this is a very unrealistic concept but its fanfiction so we're just going to look past that ok!
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"That's not how you're supposed to do it."
You sighed, movements halting and your eyes closing in annoyance.
Turning to face the culprit of the comment, you reopen your eyes, ready to snark at the exact person you were expecting.
"Do you have to be the bane of my existence?"
He chucked at that, nodding at you to turn and face the mirror located behind you once more. It was foggy due to the inhuman amount of heavy breathing exchanged in the practice room, but you could still easily make yourself on it. And Jungkook too, of course.
Standing behind you, â with an offensive lack of distance between your bodies â he grabbed onto your arms from behind, helping you position yourself to perfection, even to the exact inch, of the move you were trying to perform. His eyes found yours on the mirror, giving you a short smile before beginning to guide you through the small transition you'd been struggling with.
"See? Like that," he said once finally letting go of you after walking you through it a few times. By the end, you had gotten it as perfectly as your choreographer had described to you a few hours ago.
"Thanks, Kook."
"Thought I was the bane of your existence?", he chuckled as he bent down to collect a water bottle, taking a sip before handing it to you.
You were usually more worried by boy germs than this, but Jungkook proved to be an exception through the past few years.
You swallowed your sip, "Yeah, but I still have manners."
"C'mon, we should head back to the dorms. You've been at this all day. You beat Jimin at hours logged into the practice room this week," it was meant lightheartedly, but it was true. You'd practically been living here for the past few days.
"Where are the guys?", you wondered out loud as you followed him out.
The dorms, as Kook had called them, were really just a small living space located within the building. There were talks of moving onto a larger building within the next couple of years, but for now you were content with your living arrangements. Despite all of you either owning property or having family outside of the company building, you and a few other members usually opted to stay there due to convenience. You and Jungkook were the main ones to do so.
"Well, we technically have the next few days off, so I'm pretty sure they went visit family while they can. We probably won't be back in Korea for a while after promotions start."
It was true. You were soon due to head to America to promote your newest comeback. This was the first time you'd be taking promotions out of Asia and into the west, which made all of you incredibly anxious. As the most fluent English speaker in the group, the task of being the group's representative should've fallen on you, but luckily Joon had decided he'd be taking the brunt of it for you.
Still, you were terrified to open yourselves up for a way bigger audience.
"You good?" Kook interrupted your thoughts.
"Yeah, Kook. Don't worry about it."
The two of you headed over to the elevators, pressing the button leading you to the floor where your rooms were located. It was likely no one else was in the building at this time â holy shit, was it really 3am? â meaning that you and Kook would likely get some well-deserved rest in the privacy of the dorms.
That was one of the few nice parts of belonging to what once was a very small company. You had no sibling groups as of yet, which kind of made you own the place (or at least that's how Taehyung would put it sometimes). Late at night, it was just you and your group mates with the occasional presence of staff. Though more commonly, it was just you and Kook opting to stay together into the depths of the night.
"Nervous about flying to the U.S?", he voiced when the metal doors closed in front of you, caging you in with your friend.
"Maybe. You're not?"
He shrugged, "It's just like any other performance. You should be the least nervous. You speak English. You already know what America's like."
"Me? I'm the only girl in the group. I'm gonna stand out like a sore thumb," you whined, earning a chuckle from him.
It was a rare situation, being a girl in a group full of men. Other co-ed groups existed within Kpop, but they usually held a better boy-to-girl ratio.
But this wasn't really the reason you were nervous.
Opening yourselves up to an entire new audience within a mere five years since debut was an entire new battle you'd have to face. Worst of all was that no other Kpop group had ever truly promoted in the west before now. You were given accolades as trailblazers, but at what cost?
"Hey," Jungkook called your attention again, gesturing you to follow him into the hallway that would lead you to your room, "C'mon, let's find something to take your mind off of this."
Leading you into his room rather than yours, he sat you on his couch as he went back out to peruse the kitchen of any food he could get for the two of you for an impromptu night indulging yourselves. You relaxed as you waited, appreciative of Jungkook immediately noticing your lack of ease and working towards getting you cooled down again.
He always did have a way of being in tune with your emotions that no one else did.
His room was spacious and tidier than the average for a man in his early 20's. It was common for you to spend time here rather than in your own room. You had always been one to wander in search of your bandmates, and Jungkook just so happened to be the most receptive to it of them all.
The click clank of bottles bumping into each other was your first indicator of his return, making you look up from the couch, unable to withhold a smile when you saw him balancing various bottles of soju in his arms while also attempting to carry a few packets of spicy ramen.
Getting up to help him, you aided him in setting down all his snacks on the coffee table, moving aside any remote and controller that was in the way. Your usual set up was established then, as it had countless times before. It consisted of you and Kook on his old couch (that he refused to replace from the old days in which you could barely afford any luxuries) with a variety of alcohol and snacks accompanying you through the night.
He took a seat on the floor while you remained on the couch. It was common for him. Something about being at optimal proximity to the food on the table.
"We've got two more nights left in Korea. What do you wanna do to spend the time? And no, practicing isn't allowed," he interrupted you before you could respond.
You huffed, shoulders slacking before going back to their usual posture, "Well, then I guess just this."
"Just this? My dorm and some soju?"
"Yep. We're going to be overwhelmed by people and schedules as soon as we leave Korea. Might as well enjoy the quiet alone time," you reasoned.
Jungkook hummed in pensiveness, "Does it really count as alone time if it's together?"
"I like my alone time better when I'm with you," was your response.
And you meant it too. The quiet sometimes became too quiet if Jungkook wasn't around. You'd known him since you were 15 and had been unable to imagine an existence without him since.
It was joked around by members and fans alike, that the two of you were attached to the hip. Some people would even call you a dynamic duo due to how often you were together with no distance between you. Of course, you were shipped and speculated as a couple, but that did nothing to deter your friendship.
Had you been a smarter person, you would've noticed Jungkook's bashful smile at your response. But you'd grown so used to his constant company that the idea of anything further than platonic did not compute in your brain. You weren't even sure if you were opposed to it; it was just nonexistent to you. It was as if he'd spawned as your friend one day and you never once stopped to question it.
"Well, let's enjoy it while we can," he finally responded as he handed you a now-opened bottle of soju.
Clanking bottles, you each took a small swing, settling in for a night that you'd likely not spend sleeping. You settled closer to Jungkook after that, letting yourself slide off the couch snd knocking shoulders with him as you took a seat on the softness of the rug under you.
"What do you wanna do to spend your last few nights of freedom?" you asked after some silence.
"I'll do whatever you want," his head fell to your shoulder, "We can just camp in here til they come get us for our flight on Monday."
You hummed in absentminded agreement, sipping at your drink a little more.
Jungkook turned to look at you then, slight bunny smile showing through.
"So, is tonight a blackout drunk night or do you wanna stay up and watch some movies?"
"Hmm. Maybe a mixture?", you suggested.
With a grin, he raised his bottle for yet another clink before taking a drink from it in tandem with you.
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You spent the next two hours drinking and occasionally eating some of the chips you'd found hidden in Jungkook's secret stash. You'd both been too lazy to cook up the ramen Kook had brought, so you fell victims to drinking on almost empty stomachs. It didn't take long for the two of you to become tipsy.
Not fully drunk, yet very much loose and relaxed, the two of you became lethargic versions of yourselves. You lounged against one another, with any distance becoming nonexistent as you babbled about whatever came to mind.
The two of you discussed worries about the upcoming comeback, your feelings regarding your arrival to the U.S., gossip about mutual friends, and anything that could possibly come up. It went on until the point of exhaustion, though neither of you seemed to want to call it a night.
The clock sat at 6 with some change, but you'd not once gone to sleep to start the new day. You'd talked and laughed through it, forgetting anything else surrounding your life and simply existing with your best friend.
It was probably the most at ease you'd ever felt with Jungkook, and that was really saying a lot.
"Do you ever think about the future?", he asked after an extended period of comfortable silence.
"What future do you mean?"
"After being idols and all. Where do you see yourself?", your head was laying on his shoulder, but he still turned to look at you as he asked, never one to care for lack of personal space.
"I don't know," you responded truthfully, "Never really thought about it. You?"
"I, uh," he shuffled awkwardly a bit, "I'd like to be married, maybe. I always wanted to give my parents grandchildren."
You couldn't help but smile at the thought. Mini Jungkooks running around while the Main Jungkook chased them around. It was easy to picture. He'd always been good with kids.
"That'd be nice," you hummed, "What's got you thinking about that right now? You're only 21."
"Not sure, just ... I don't know, it's dumb, I guess."
"It's not dumb," you reassured, "What were you going to say?"
He hesitated for a moment before answering, but you didn't push.
"I've just never been in a serious relationship. I'm almost 22 and most guys my age have already been in a relationship. Can we even do that? Look at the rest of the guys, none of them have any thoughts on settling down. And I know a few of them would like to someday," he found himself ranting, "I just ... I've always had that childish idea of romance and .. it's something I really want. But I don't think anyone would be willing to put up with this life just to be with me," he sighed, "So it'll either happen when I'm old and dried up, or not at all."
You sat up a bit, turning your head to face him. Your proximity could've been questionable to others, but it was just a regular Tuesday for the two of you. Space was just an unheard concept between you.
"Kook, you know that's not true. Any girl would kill to be with you, you have to know that."
You knew damn well it was true. It'd gotten to the point where a few staff members had to be let go through the past few years, having somehow been betted by the company when their only goal was proximity to him. Even at some point you'd had to cut off friendships that merely used you to get to him.
But you understood. It was Jungkook, after all. Anyone who didn't want him would be an idiot.
"I can count all my serious relationships with zero hands, Y/N. And it's not like it matters anyways. The girl I like wouldn't even look my way anyway," he had whispered the last part, looking away from you and sighing.
"You like someone? Why didn't you tell me?"
You were admittedly caught off guard. You'd known about every single one of Jungkook's crushes and relationships since you'd met. Hell, if he merely found a person pretty, you'd be the first to know about it. What made this one different? And what made it so important to him to have him mourn a relationship he felt he'd never even get to have?
He shrugged, "Makes me feel like a loser, I guess. Not like I wanna parade around telling everyone about the perfect girl for me not even giving me the time of day. It doesn't matter. It'd never work," he shrugged sadly.
That sounded ridiculous to you. Who could possibly not want him? Maybe it was the alcohol, but the thought made you unreasonably annoyed. If she didn't adore him as he deserved, then she sure as hell wasn't deserving of the tiniest bit of his attention.
"Kook, look at me," he obeyed, though lethargically, clearly hesitant in doing so, "Anyone who's not in love with you is a fucking idiot. You're so amazing and so nice and funny and talented and handsome. Anyone would kill to have a guy like you even look their way. God, I'd kill for someone like you."
It was the classic speech you'd give any lovesick friend, but you truly did mean it. Jungkook had always been perfect in your eyes. Sure, you teased and prodded at him whenever possible, but he was an adonis with a heart of gold. What else could a person want from a boyfriend? God, and the mere thought that he felt like he was lacking, like he'd never be able to have the family and the love he always wanted? It made you so incrediblyâ
Your internal monologue was never completed. Maybe they were just drunken rambles meant for yourself. Perhaps they were a little telling, showing you thoughts about Jungkook you hadn't realized you were so defensive about. But you didn't have time to really internalize that idea before your mouth was interrupted by something that weren't words.
A sigh was released against your lips the very moment Jungkook's connected to your own. It was a flat pressing of lips at first, but it was followed by a shy molding of his lips around your bottom one, a soft peck released against it before he attempted to keep it going.
You were too in shock to move, simply sitting there with your eyes scrunched shut at the sudden act from Jungkook. Without thinking about it, you let your lips relax after a few seconds, returning the kiss in a similarly shy fashion. This was met by an almost inaudible moan from Jungkook along with a harsher pressing of lips.
Suddenly, the smacking of lips filled the room. Your bodies readjusted on the floor for better access to each other and, before you knew it, you were dragged onto his lap with your hands wrapped around his shoulders and his on your waist.
Everything in you went into the kiss, making you completely lose any reason within you as you shamelessly made out with your best friend.
Jungkook didn't seem to mind the sudden shift between the two of you. On the contrary, his moans and sighs of satisfaction gave you the opposite idea. He was thriving for it, attempting to pull you impossibly closer as his tongue explored your mouth.
Once you were finally out of breath, you pulled away, heavy breath interrupted by a few insistent pecks pressed against your lips in an attempt to prolongue the kiss. This made you let out a breathless chuckle, entertaining him for a bit before actually pulling away.
"Mm, no, not yet," he huffed, lips traveling from your cheek to your jaw and eventually landing on your neck, "Let me just ..."
He trailed off after that, hands pressing harshly into your waist to mold you against him so he could get better access to you. His teeth nipped at your skin, sucking at it warmly and then licking coolness into it, ensuring to enjoy you as much as possible. In exchange, you let him do whatever he wanted to you. Your mind was too fuzzy to understand what was going on. The two of you were too lost in each other to think.
Then came even more fuzziness.
Jungkook's hands traveled to your hips, enveloping as much as he could in order to push you up against him. The first time made you both gasp, completely drunk on the barely-there friction. But the first time was followed by the second and the third, continuously increasing in intensity as you humped against each other like animals.
His mouth eventually came to cover yours again, slightly muffling your shared moans of pleasure as your middles met time and time again.
There was a desperation behind your actions. Every single sound you made was met by either a whine or a cry from Jungkook, clearly incredibly affected by you and in turn making you even a bigger mess for him.
"K-kook ..."
"Shhh, just. Fuck, I just- I need this," he sighed before sticking his tongue in your mouth yet again, swallowing every sound that left you.
"N-no, just ... Want more. Please?"
It wasn't like you to beg, but your body simply couldn't ignore the hardness under you. Everything about him in that moment drove you crazy, making you dizzy with desire as the feeling took over you.
Never had you felt like this. Like you'd die if he stopped touching you. Like if you didn't let him take you however he wanted, you'd seize to function.
You'd never done this before, and Jungkook knew this. He wasn't too far experienced, but you knew he had the upper hand here. Except you didn't care. You loved Jungkook and the thought of him being the one you crossed this threshold with made the most sense to you. Your mind and body were screaming at you to let him take you, and you were ready to follow through.
Your love for Jungkook had never felt like this before. It had never manifested in a romantic nor physical way, but these were thoughts you'd put aside for now. This was what you wanted. You were sure.
Your words made him slowly come to a halt, fingers digging into your hips as his breath became even heavier than before.
"You ... Are you sure? I- fuck, I want to, but-"
A kiss interrupted his words. And then another. And then maybe five more. By the time he managed to pull away again, your tongue had made the tour of his mouth a few times over.
"Okay, fuck. Yeah, I- Okay, just ..."
Removing your pants whilst staying on top of him had been a clumsy and shared effort, but the result let you even more empty-headed than before. His hardness was bare and pressing up against the soaked space between your legs.
You hadn't bothered to remove your tops, far too lost in desire to feel a need for it. Consideration for a condom was also put in the back burner (aside from his quick warning of his lack of one followed by your dismissal of it), minds too focused on the urgency to feel each other to truly care about the risks. You were on mandatory birth control and Jungkook wasn't one to sleep around, so the issue was nonexistent to you.
"Oh, fuck. You're so wet," he breathed out when he let his fingers feel around for your readiness.
"Kook, just- just do it. I'm ready, I promise."
He nodded silently, beginning to adjust you so he could lower you onto him. But even knowing what was to come, nothing prepared you for that stretch.
And clearly, he hadn't been prepared for how you'd feel either. Or at least that's the impression his immediate cry of pleasure gave you.
"Oh ... oh, fuck. You feel s-so good, shit," he sighed out, face burying in your neck in defeat.
"K-kookie ..."
"Move, baby. Just like this ... Yeah, fuck, like that ..."
His hands guided you in a mixture of grinding and bouncing, all leading you to a similar fate to his own.
Your face fell against his own neck, crying at the immense pleasure he was giving you. The feeling was like no other. The pressing of dampened skin and the in-measurable level of closeness you felt to Jungkook would've been enough to make you lose your mind, but the added weight of his cock inside you as your clit ground against his pelvis had you rendered boneless above him.
"Mmm, pretty girl ... Such a perfect girl, shit. So fucking good ... what a dream you are," he bit into your shoulder after that, with a muffled whine vibrating into your skin.
Sadly, you couldn't reciprocate such words to him. Not when your mind was mush and unable to process anything other than Jungkook Jungkook Jungkook and the mind-blowing pleasure he was giving you.
"Need you to cum for me, baby. Need ... Need my pretty girl to cum, okay? Let me just ... Y-yeah, shit, that's it. Feel good, huh? So fucking perfect ..."
His hand expertly rubbed at your clit as he leaned further back onto the floor, feet now laid flat so he could begin fucking into you at an increased velocity your brain just couldn't comprehend.
Your cries of his name were embarrassing, but luckily they were mostly drowned out by his kisses, swallowed by his tongue while he occasionally mumbled words of encouragement into your mouth as he coaxed your orgasm out of you.
The perfect harmony of your highs following one another was orgasmic in itself. You had never bothered yourself too much about the lack of sex in your busy life before this, but now you were extra content Jungkook had been your first. There was no way it could've possibly felt like this with anyone but him.
There was some comfortable silence after it all. His warm embrace remained and soft kisses continued to be pressed against your skin. You weren't sure if he continued to offer you loving words for long. Your body didn't withstand too much time conscious after such drain of your energy.
The last thing you remembered before losing consciousness were your own attempts at kissing at the skin of his neck before letting yourself fall asleep against him. You'd reached a level of peace and comfort you never had before, feeling safer than ever as his arms wrapped even tighter against you and his body fell unconscious in a similar manner.
The following morning was immediately filled with intense grogginess. It seemed like your body had kept last night's dizziness but without much memory of how you'd gotten to this point of exhaustion.
You were practically a shell of yourself as you attempted to stretch your limbs without moving from the comfort of the blanket you were currently cocooned in. That's when you suddenly sat up in alarm.
When had you gone to bed? When had you gone to this bed? Because it sure as hell wasn't your own.
And that's when the memories came flooding back.
The first thing you noticed was the absence of the owner of the room, also known as the other participant of last night's events. He was nowhere in sight while you found yourself laid on his bed, far more clothed and clean than you'd been last night. This wasn't your doing, but it was easy to assume that your best friend would be the type of guy to ensure you were cleaned up and safe in bed before such a rendezvous.
The thought made you melt for about five seconds. Up until you remembered you'd now have to deal with the aftermath of it all.
Not only having to face him again, but also figuring out the feelings currently bubbling inside of you â and worst of all, figuring out if those feelings were reciprocated.
But you had to get up at some point. Get up and make your way to the communal area of the dorms where you were sure you'd find the boy you so badly wanted to avoid right now.
Getting up, you realized you were dressed in Jungkook's pajama pants but still donning the sweatshirt you'd had on before. He had preserved your dignity despite having seen you almost naked last night (and fucking you, of course). That was almost the sweetest thing all things considered.
After a quick trip to the adjoined restroom, you tiptoed your way out, scared of bumping into him while also hoping you did.
Peeking out of the doorway, you looked both ways to check for any human presence, finding none before making your way out of the door and into the following room.
"You really don't need to avoid me, you know. I'm not going to jump you or anything."
The sudden voice made you jump, hand coming straight to your heart and gripping at your sweatshirt in shock. You almost fell back, but were caught by a firm body behind you, vibrating in a chuckle at your sudden reaction.
"Dude, announce your presence next time," you huffed, disconnecting yourself from him and facing him.
"Like you did?", he eyed you cockily.
Okay, fair.
"Did you dress me and take me to bed last night?"
This flustered him, causing him to finally break that confident eye contact he'd been torturing you with and looking above you in favor of avoiding your eyes.
"Uh, yeah. I didn't wanna just leave you on the living room floor. Sorry, I-"
"No. Thank you. That was, uh, nice of you."
"Y-yeah, for sure."
A lack of ability to even look into each other's eyes took over the two of you. For two usually confident people, the two of you were acting like two tweens on their first date, which, for be fair, was pretty close to reality.
"I, uh, maybe we could talk about the-"
"Kook! Y/N! Sejin's waiting outside. We have a last minute meeting before tomorrow. You guys have ten minutes or we leave without you!"
The interruption from Namjoon was partially welcomed by you. You didn't really want to face whatever was going on with Jungkook. The loss of your last free day was slightly annoying, but if you could ignore this conversation for a little while longer, you'd take it. Feelings for your best friend were not a can of worms you wanted to open up right now, but specially at such a crucial time in your promotions. Much less did you want to relive the admittedly amazing sex you'd had, it'd just be a distraction.
You turned to Jungkook with a grimace in your face, "Well, guess I should go get ready," you said as you began turning away to go get dressed, only for your hand to be restrained with a soft touch only Jungkook could manage.
"Hey ... But we'll talk later, right? When we land in America?"
His eyes were hopeful, which only made you feel like even more of a terrible person. It wasn't like you actually wanted to avoid him, but you needed to figure out how to progress after such a sudden development in your ... friendship.
You nodded lightheartedly before finally leaving. Your mind was still going a mile a minute, so you didn't really process the face of disappointment Jungkook offered you in return, simply leaving equally as numb.
Two days had passed.
Somehow, for the first time in the many years you'd known Jungkook, you hadn't spoken to him in two days.
It didn't matter what was going on in your lives, whether it be personal or career wise, you'd never gone further than a few hours without speaking. Sleeping with your best friend could have that effect on a relationship, you guessed.
You took all blame for this. It wasn't as if Jungkook hadn't tried. The poor boy had attempted to get you alone, maybe hash things out a bit, but you kept avoiding him. Even when he tried to interact with you as you did before, you'd create distance between you, suddenly seeking out another one of your members in favor of not having to face Jungkook.
If you were hurt by Jungkook's face of disappointment every time you ran away from him, you couldn't imagine how he felt. It had gotten to a point where Jimin and Taehyung would give you weird looks, wondering why Jungkook's emotional-support-bestie wasn't attached to his hip as per usual.
And it had only been two days. It was a testament to how close you were. How out of character it was for the two of you to not be orbiting one another at all times.
So, your first day in the United States had quickly come and gone with no trace of any resolution between you and Jungkook.
It wasn't your first time in the country, but the thought of promoting overseas for the first time still made your fight or flight response malfunction. You felt your body freeze at knowing that you were about to grow bigger than you ever had before. Your sudden popularity after DNA's release had been unexpected, and it would only amplify after all the talk shows and events your company had booked for this comeback.
Jungkook's presence was usually all you needed to calm yourself down. You knew this. It had been infallible in the past five years since your debut. But it was the last thing you could have at the moment. And you blamed yourself.
The memories of your night together invaded you constantly. Jungkook was all you could think about. The way he looked at you before kissing you, as if you were the entire world and more. The softness of his hands on your skin, running through it in such a way that left traces of his touch. The sounds he made when you shared yourself with him at the basest of levels.
These thoughts stole all your focus time and time again. It happened on the plane, while speaking with unsuspecting staff, during dance practice, whilst you recorded content for armys. And it specially happened when Jungkook was nearby. Simply hearing his voice (even when it wasn't directed at you) was enough to bring you back. Even standing next to him during choreo had your skin burning up.
But it wasn't just your body begging for a repeat of that night. Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts of him. Jungkook was all you wanted and needed, in all ways imaginable.
It was ridiculous, really. How had you not realized this earlier? Why did it take that night for your feelings to come to surface? Why the hell did you even sleep with him in the first place?
Could you take it back, you would never dare. The repercussions of it had you dealing with various mental breakdowns per day, but the moment you shared was not something you could ever convince yourself to give away.
You were currently lacking your main support system, your best friend, but your stupid mind was still somewhat at ease with it. You held hope that things would work themselves out somehow, even if you were terrified to open that can of worms.
Jungkook wasn't one to sleep around, which made the other night's events even more strange. His idea of love had always been quite clear â and extremely romantic, if you said so yourself. He was the clearest example of a hopeless romantic. When he loved, he put every ounce of himself into it, and then some.
But you knew that this was a side of him you would never get to see, and that thought broke you. That was why you cowardly refused to even meet his gaze.
If you were going to get your heart broken, you needed time to internalize what had happened. You needed to process it and get over it, turning it into one of the many mundane memories between you and Jungkook.
Sure, Jungkook was sad at your dismissals, but he'd be fine in the long run. This had been a heartbroken thirst for him, nothing more. Thoughts of his hopeless crush, mixed by the liquor, were the only reason why he ever looked at you with those eyes you wished to forget, but knew you never would.
It hadn't meant anything to him. All he wanted to do was get you alone so he could apologize and clear the air, but you knew that as gentle as Jungkook could be, nothing he could say would prevent your heart from plummeting.
So, maybe you were being selfish, but you knew your friendship would survive this. Your heart was who wouldn't.
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"You're not getting it. Look, it's like this," Hobi repeated for the nth time â you'd lost count.
After giving you a slow demonstration of the moves in question, he turned back to you with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong, baby? You're not usually this unfocused," he pouted at you, taking in the exhaustion in your face.
It was now day four in Los Angeles.
You had about five performances at various late night shows, including a debut of Fake Love at the BBMA's stage later this week. There were only a few days allotted for rehearsals before the endless performances and promotion schedules began. The stakes were incredibly high, and you were fucking everything up.
"It's nothing, Hobi. Don't worry about it."
You continued to look down, not wanting to look into his eyes because you knew it'd just break you down enough to seek advice for him. You were never one to brush up your members when they'd check on you. This, however, was an extremely mentally draining situation that you had to deal with on your own.
"What about him?"
Your face finally turned to his, finding him looking past you. You didn't need to turn around to know who he was talking about, but you still did. Upon turning, you found a very forlorn Jungkook on the opposite side of the room, his usual energy lacking as he attempted to coordinate with Jimin's moves.
If there was ever a rare sight, it was that of Jungkook not giving it his all. Whether it be practice or an award show, Jungkook is as always the epitome of an idol. Performing was his heart and soul, which made your current sight even more worrisome.
Your avoidance of him was getting to him, but you just couldn't make yourself face him. By now, he'd stopped even trying to get you alone. It was a lost cause to him, it seemed. Part of you felt deflated by his current lack of trying, but you understood. This was kind of what you'd asked for.
Your main hope was to go through with promotions, let time rid you both of the memories of that night, and finally reconnect, immaturely ignoring what had happened and never even discussing it. It'd go on unresolved, but the cycle of rejection would never complete. This way you'd be hurt, but by omission rather than by the knowledge that you'd been nothing more than an emotional rebound to Jungkook.
He was in love with someone else, after all. You wished to forget about that part of your memories from that night.
"He's fine. We're sorta fighting. It's nothing big, don't worry about it, Hope," you offered him a smile, though it didn't meet your eyes.
His tight smile matched yours, but his eyes showed compassion, understanding you probably didn't want to talk about it. But in usual Hobi fashion, he still continued instigating.
"He's making me sad," he pouted teasingly, "Put him out of his misery."
You sighed, "Fine, I'll talk to him tonight, okay? Just- Show me the move again. No more Jungkook."
You didn't mean it, but you didn't want your brothers worrying over an issue as mortifying as this. That, and you also didn't want them to know you'd fucked up and fallen in love with your best friend.
"I'll hold you to that," he pat your back before facing the mirror again.
With one last look at Jungkook, you surprised yourself when you found him staring back at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked genuinely sad. It made you wonder if maybe it was you who would end up breaking his heart.
Tomorrow was your first interview overseas. It was supposed to be a big deal, an interview and a short performance on Ellen. You'd be the first Kpop group attending.
Despite the pressure of it all, you remained somewhat unworried about tomorrow's schedules. In an eight-member group, you didn't need to worry about the spotlight falling directly onto you. Plus, you had bigger things to worry about.
But you still decided to push it all aside. It was easier to put yourself in an autopilot mode and ignore everything surrounding you. Ignore the thumping of your heart at the thought of opening up to an entirely nee audience. And, of course, ignore the lack of your best friend by your side.
You'd have to pretend in front of the cameras. You'd dance next to Jungkook, acting as if you weren't actively ignoring his existence. You'd have to provide the usual fan-service, though it had never been fake between you. For the first time ever, you'd find yourself acting whilst interacting with your favorite person. The thought was eerie.
With these thoughts in mind, you went to bed, happy your group could afford separate rooms this time around. Sharing with Jungkook would've been your breaking point.
But it seemed the world had other thoughts in mind. A sudden knock at your hotel room kept you from even making it to your bed.
Still clad in your pajamas, you huffed at the interruption. It was only 10:33 at night, but tomorrow would be a busy day. An interruption from Jin or Taehyung to go over to their rooms for a drink wouldn't really help with your current state of mind.
The belief that it'd be an unsuspecting member on the other side of the door prevented you from checking the peephole. You wish you had, seeing as the other side of the door revealed the last person you expected to see.
Jungkook.
You should've known he'd come looking for you sooner or later. But seeing as he'd given up on trying to get you to talk, you assumed he wouldn't.
"Hey," he said, leaning against the door frame. It was likely in a subtle attempt to prevent you from closing the door on him rather than to feign casualness.
"Kook-"
"I'm coming in, okay? Don't try closing the door on my face."
With that, he walked in, giving you no option but to close the door behind him and following him into the living room area of your hotel room.
It was strange to see him like this. So serious and expressionless. The sight of his bunny smile was nowhere to be seen, which was an anomaly in your relationship. The quietness in his person unnerved you. You felt like the same way you did during trainee evaluations, like you were about to get scolded. It was strange for Jungkook to inspire this anxiety in you.
Then he turned around, facing you but not holding eye contact with you for long. His face did not look hurt in the same way it had when you'd locked eyes earlier in the day. He appeared more agitated this time around.
"Jungkook-"
Once more he interrupted you.
But not by talking, no. This time he invaded your personal space, taking slow steps towards you, taking advantage of having taken you by surprise with his unannounced presence. That, and a wall trapping you as you took steps back.
"I know you don't want to talk about it. I ... I can't really understand why, but I'll respect it," he sounded tired as he said it. He took a breath before continuing, "But I can't stop thinking about it."
Up until this point, you'd avoided his gaze, opting instead to keep your eyes on his neck, anywhere else but his eyes. Even as he'd cornered you against the wall, â with one arm extended on the wall to keep himself leaning over you and another shyly toying at the length of your oversized shirt â you attempted to ignore what was happening, despite your body naturally responding to him.
"And I don't think you can either. That's why you've been avoiding me, right?", his hand went to trace your jaw softly, subtly tilting your head towards his, "That's why, for the first time in five years, you've been giving me the silent treatment."
"It's not that ...", you tried.
"But it is, isn't it? If it'd been a once and over, you wouldn't care. You'd just move on," his face lowered, breath now landing on your neck, "But you can't."
"You can't ignore this," his hot breath against your ear made you shiver, "You want it too, don't you? Can't stop thinking about it?" his hands snuck under your shirt, familiar fingertips running through the skin, "Can't function? Me too ... Can't fucking think about anything but you."
"Jungkook ..."
"Please," he pleaded
His lips began pressing at the curve of your neck, up and down its length, occasionally suctioning lightly enough as to not leave a lasting mark. The wetness of his tongue soothing behind its track gave you goosebumps.
"I know ... I know we haven't talked about it, but ... I just need you. Please say yes. I'll- It doesn't have to mean anything."
If only he knew those were the last words you wanted to hear.
And as much as you wanted to put a stop to this, to scream at him and tell him how you felt, damning any consequences for your friendship, you stood frozen. Or well, you stood limp, willing to let him take you as he'd done less than a week ago.
You nodded, sighing when he kissed that spot on your neck he'd so quickly found last time. That was when your hands began reciprocating, holding him against you to ensure he'd never go away. It was a great contrast to a mere five minutes ago, but your body couldn't help itself.
His hands mirrored yours, wrapping themselves around you and holding onto every curve they could find. There was a certain desperation to his touch, only amplifying by the second. Your bodies molded together as he continued to kiss and suckle at your neck, making his way to your lips.
This kiss didn't need any buildup. It was immediately heated, carrying the frustration that'd been weighing over the two of you for the past few days. Jungkook groaned while you mewled into his lips, hand reaching the back of your knee to lift your leg and hold it against his waist. You wrapped it around the dip of his waist, needing him as close as humanly possible.
A desperate sigh was released into your lips at the first grind of his hips against yours. It was slow and calculated, as if feeding a sick hunger he'd built for you. None of it felt meaningless, even if you knew that deep down it was. At least to him.
"Couldn't stop thinking about you ..."
Those were the first words mumbled against your lips.
"Want you again. Please? Just like this ... It'll be so good, I promise," he continued to plead.
It was laughable how wrong he had the situation. You knew it'd be good. God, you knew it'd leave you reeling for twice as long as the last time. It'd have you pining and suffering through every second that he wasn't as yours as he was during these carnal moments. But still, you whined some pathetic excuse for affirmation and let him prepare you.
His eyebrows were furrowed as he moved pulled your pajama shorts down, once again leaving you in just your shirt as he took himself out.
Sex whilst almost fully clothed. Again. Did you really need more indication that Jungkook did this out of sheer need?
Despite the constant alarms going off in your head in attempts to protect yourself from impending heartbreak, you never once stopped him. Because you wanted this. If this was all you could have while he found his one perfect true love, you'd be willing to be a stand-in for him.
When he entered you, you finally felt at ease. It was embarrassing how easy it'd been, how ready you'd been to receive him despite no prior preparation.
"F-fuck. You feel so good ..."
You sighed at that. Yes, you loved making him feel good.
"'m gonna move now, okay, gorgeous?"
Gorgeous ...
You mewled, fingers digging into his arms and nodding desperately.
He wasn't rough in a way you'd expect a sudden booty call to be. You knew you weren't exactly a booty call, but that's the closest definition you could find for your relationship at the moment. Instead, he fucked you in a similar fashion to last time â desperate, needy, but with a sense of control that told you every movement was calculated.
To any outside perspective, you must've looked like the epitome of passion. Molded against each other, both pairs of hips insisting on constant connection through needy humps. The available slivers of skin showing were shiny with perspiration and affected by the friction of your touches. There was a desperate need behind every touch, every word.
"Hmph, fuck, shit. God, you're so perfect. Needed you so bad ..."
"Didn't think I could ever feel this good, fuck."
"So fucking perfect for me, oh, god."
"T-that's it ... Oh, so tight for me, such a good girl for me."
His words made you lose your mind. Unlike him, no words could leave your mouth. They were all incoherent babbles as he murmured directly into your ear. All your senses were lowered to zero. You were completely malleable to his words, to his touches.
"'m gonna cum, baby, need ... need you to cum with me, yeah?"
A hand went to your clit. It was an awkward angle, standing up, but Jungkook made it work. He made it work far too well, immediately getting your eyes rolling back.
"F-fuck, Kook, I-"
"I know, shit. With me, okay? Just- Y-yeah, fuck .."
You tightened around him as he came, causing him to fall back against you with endless groans of pleasure. That's when your orgasm finally came to you, joining him in the bliss. It was all very messy, being filled up by him and leaking down to the shorts you hadn't fully discarded. Your pajamas were completely crumpled by now, and your neck likely red and purple with splotches from his teeth. But the orgasmic bliss made up for it all.
Jungkook remained inside you, taking in the silence for a few moments. Your heavy breaths synchronized, their harmony ending abruptly when Jungkook pulled himself out of you with a groan.
He winced at the mess he'd made of you, quickly fixing himself up before heading over to the restroom of your hotel room to gather some stuff to clean you up with. During his absence, you stood there feeling like an idiot. Your heart plummeted once again at the remembrance that things would go back to how they were before, except maybe worse.
When he returned, he did so with a shy version of his usual bunny smile. It was hard not to return it. Had you been feeling anything less than like an absolute idiot, maybe you would've. But you just stood there as he cleaned you up, avoiding eye contact as you'd done these past few days.
"Hey, uh, I'm sorry I came so unexpectedly. I- I love you, you know that, right?", he finally said after some hesitation.
That made it worse somehow.
"I know you don't want to talk about it, but ... I'm here, okay? I'll be ready to talk about it whenever you are. I just, uhm, I need to know we're okay. I'll give you as much space as you need, just, please tell me we're still friends."
There was sad desperation in his voice. God, every word he spoke just made everything hurt even more.
You couldn't speak. You'd found your ability to speak leaving you any time it concerned this topic. So, instead you took a step and closed all distance, wrapping your arms around him in a hug you'd been needing for far too long. Immediately, he returned it.
"We're friends, Kook. Always."
True, even if it destroyed you.
You felt him smile against your hair, pressing a soft kiss to it.
The events of your promotions went as planned. Four days later and you were now practically done.
The only silver lining of this whole situation was that it had occupied your mind so much that you'd forgotten any anxieties you felt over your American promotions. You'd performed perfectly, as had all your members. Somehow, you'd managed to become an empty shell of yourself, just doing as expected while on camera and deflating once you were alone, still haunted by memories of Jungkook.
You hadn't spoken since that night (shocker). This time it had been more of a mutual agreement. It hadn't been a formal thing, but you'd both kept your distance. If the guys noticed, they didn't interfere, for which you were grateful.
Tomorrow was your last night in America. You'd just made it back home from the BBMA's, having been the first Kpop group to attend and scoring a record-breaking amount of views for the show. That, and a reward. The carpet had been fun, just like every other moment in which you'd been able to mingle with artists you'd watched since your youth.
It was nice to pretend nothing was wrong between you and Jungkook whilst there. Any other public appearances before tonight's had been too brief for the two of you to even interact, which had made it easy to ignore what was happening. But tonight you'd spent the entire night together while hundreds of cameras recorded your every move. Almost like performing off-stage.
Somehow, you'd both understood what to do. It was as if nothing had happened. You laughed, you talked, you interacted the way you would've before any of this. The cameras caught onto your genuine friendship, displaying it for all those present to see.
So, when you made it back to your hotel room, it wasn't surprising when you found that your names were trending on Twitter.
It might've been idiotic of you to do so, but you decided to scroll through your names. They'd been trending together. Y/N and Jungkook. Not your names by themselves, but together.
Non-fans questioned the chemistry between you, the longing looks, as they called them. Short screen-recordings of your interactions on stage, easily translating onto the red carpet. The trends were filled with the two of you, with far too many new people wondering if there was something going on behind the scenes.
Your fans confirmed and denied it. Some were sure the two of you had more going than meets the eye. While others believed maybe something would happen someday, but they respected your current label of friends.
Friends. That felt miserably laughable at this moment.
The truth was that you didn't know your current label. Were you even friends anymore? Maybe friends with benefits? Or maybe, after all of this, just bandmates.
When you first made it back to the hotel, you'd all celebrated your win on V-Live with your fans as you usually did. The live itself was short-lived, usually expanding for hours after turning off the camera. However, you'd opted to call it an early night this time around. The immediate contrast between performing for the cameras and going back to your reality was not something you wanted to deal with at that moment.
Despite some worried words from the boys, you reassured them you were fine, encouraging them to keep drinking amongst themselves. You ignored Jungkook's immediate reflex to try and follow you. He must've remembered your current situation, sitting himself back down and looking solemnly at his drink, clearly avoiding eye contact.
Kissing a few of the members goodnight, you left, planning to spend a lonely night in your room, which was what you were currently doing. Sleep wouldn't find you, so you just moped at your phone screen, wishing that your fans' words would manifest into reality. That you truly did have some sort of relationship with Jungkook you had to hide from the cameras.
After a few hours of self-pity, the most predictable thing happened. Jungkook came knocking on your door.
He'd taken a surprisingly longer time than you'd anticipated.
Opening the door, you found a mixture of frustration and confusion on his face.
"It's four in the morning, Jungkook."
But he didn't care for your comment, walking in decidedly, just like he'd done last time.
He turned to you, giving you no time to complain about his behavior.
"We need to talk. I know I said I'd respect you if you needed distance, but I just can't do this anymore."
"Wow, it took you a grand total of four days to break," you couldn't help the sarcasm.
"Believe it or not, but going four days without talking to my best friend fucking sucks," he scoffed, "And it wasn't only four days. You haven't spoken to me in over a week. The other night doesn't count, we-"
"We what, Jungkook? We fucked?"
Your tone was biting. It was frustration you'd never expressed towards your best friend. His reaction mirrored that sentiment, backing down slightly at your irritation.
"It's not- It wasn't like that."
"Then what was it? God, you know what? I can't even blame you. I should've just told you to fuck off when you ambushed me with sex. Again."
What you were saying was so unfair. You were deflecting despite knowing the blame was shared. You continued to be a horrible friend to him.
"I thought that was what you wanted. You were the one ignoring me. I tried! You kept pushing me away. You never gave me a chance after that first night," his voice never raised, but there was agitation behind it.
"Because I never intended for any of it to happen! You're the one who kissed me in the first place! You instigated it. Both times."
Hurt reflected on his eyes at that first sentence. He recovered quickly, instead furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, but you'd caught onto it. Your stomach churned at it. This was not what you wanted to happen at all.
"You- did you even miss me at all? Was it that easy for you to just push me away with no plans of ever talking to me about it? About how you felt? â If you even felt anything. I know this was all just some stupid inconvenience to you, but- God, did you even think about my feelings?"
The truth was that you didn't. You put your own emotions above his own, immaturely avoiding the subject in order to preserve your own feelings. Since that first night, you knew that you'd be the one getting hurt the most, so you did everything in your power to avoid any resolution that would leave you as heartbroken as you felt now.
You remained silent, eyes watering and unknowing of what to say. He was in a similar state, face giving you every telltale sign that he was doing his best to hold back tears.
But he also looked angry. Something you'd never seen before.
"What, you're not going to say anything?," he scoffed, "I know I fucked up, I ..." he hesitated, face morphing into a softer version of itself before reverting back to anger, continuing to speak decisively, "I never should've slept with you, but I tried to make things right and, and you just didn't care at all. You were so-"
You stopped listening then.
That was it.
He had finally broken the dam.
Unlike Jungkook, you'd never been much of a crier. It was a nice contrast you had between the two of you. He was the more sentimental one, leaving you to a more stoic role. You could count on one hand the amount of times in which Jungkook had had to dry your tears rather than the reverse.
So you understood why seeing you suddenly break down in tears immediately stopped him halfway through his angry rambling. He swallowed his words, letting a surprised whimper escape his lips.
Within mere seconds, you were engulfed in his arms, one strong arm holding you against him and the other caressing at your hair in a soothing manner.
Your head was spinning and you couldn't stop yourself from gasping out desperate breaths into Jungkook's chest. You'd be embarrassed if it was anyone else, but Jungkook made you feel safe. Even under these circumstances, you were glad he was here.
"Baby, I- I'm sorry, fuck. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so sorry, I- I love you, please don't be sad. I love you so much. All I want is to make you happy," he rambled on and on. You weren't able to catch everything due to your crying.
His words just made it worse. Platonic love was all you'd ever needed from him, but your unjust heart wanted more than that right now.
"Jungkook, stop. Don't say that. Not right now."
You separated yourself enough to look up at him, finding his eyes equally bloodshot and immense worry in his features.
Before he could argue with you, you shut him up again, taking a breath to ensure you could speak without suddenly sobbing again.
This was the moment of truth. You'd already ruined everything, might as well go all the way.
You gulped, taking a step back and forcing yourself out of his arms before beginning your lame excuse for a speech. You hadn't planned for a confession tonight, but here you were.
"I'm sorry. You're ... you were right. We shouldn't have slept together."
Repeating the words that had inspired your crying gave you a bitter taste in your mouth.
"But I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did. I was afraid you'd reject me after, uhm, after I-" you held back tears, knowing there was no going back from this, "after I realized I was in love with you. That that night was more than some stupid tipsy mistake. You were sad and ... and heartbroken over your love life, uhm, over that girl you like," your voice cracked at the memory, "and I should've stopped you before things went too far. I always had the power to stop you, but I just ... I didn't want to. From the first time you kissed me, I wanted more. I thought that if I avoided you, we could pretend it never happened and that I'd never have to tell you. I thought that way you'd never reject get the chance to reject me," you sighed sadly, "It was wrong. I'm sorry, Jungkook."
You'd looked down at your feet the whole time, refusing to meet his eyes. Your body was cowered into itself. The usual confidence you carried with you was nowhere to be seen. Your person was as bare as it'd never been before, laying out the most vulnerable feelings you'd ever beheld. And the utter silence emanating from Jungkook did not help matters at all.
Finally braving a look, you lifted your head to face him again, not caring for the tears running down your face nor the snot covering your nose.
You found him with his head in his hands, unmoving. The sight unnerved you.
Despite your own heart breaking at your unrequited love, Jungkook's heart took priority. You'd already made the mistake of putting yourself first once, but not again.
You closed the distance again, doing for him what he'd done for you before and attempting to embrace him in a hug. You'd offer him any comfort possible, knowing you'd been the one causing his suffering.
As you went to hold his large frame in your arms, you were stopped, suddenly finding two large hands softly holding onto your cheeks and bringing you towards his face. Before you could even gasp, your lips were occupied by a desperate kiss.
Frozen in place, you let him kiss you, unknowing of how to get your body to respond. And, god, did he kiss you. You'd never felt such emotion behind a kiss, not even that first night when Jungkook had practically begged for you to let him continue.
Against your better judgment, you finally began to kiss back, hands going to any piece of him they could get a hold of in order to keep him as close as possible. Your mouth opened, letting him lick into it and trap your tongue with his.
"It's you. I love you. Fuck, I love you," he growled between aggressive kisses, "Want you. Want you, please."
That's when he pulled away. He remained close, noses touching as he breathed you in, lips torturously close as they attempted to not fall into the temptation of another kiss.
"It was you. You're the girl I like- I love. You're who I want my future with. Everything I said about a family? Kids? It was you. I need it all with you," there was nothing but sheer desperation behind his words. His eyes were glued to your lips, and his hands had found their way south and settled on your waist, fingers insisting on pushing you as close to him as humanly possible, "When we- when we slept together. That ... God, that was a fucking dream. I didn't know what to do, I- I knew it didn't mean anything to you, I mean, I assumed. So when you didn't want anything to do with me, I just went back to you again. I thought, uhm, that if I couldn't have you the way I wanted, I could at least have you like that one more time. I'm sorry, I- I never imagined that you'd, you know, like me. Do you? Fuck, sorry, I just need to hear it again. To be sure."
Through the remaining tears, you laughed, nodding as you confirmed your feelings for him.
"Yes, Jungkook. I love you. I lo-"
In usual Jungkook fashion, he interrupted you again, this time squatting a bit before pressing his hands to the backs of your thighs and lifting you. Naturally, you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him whisk you away further into your hotel room. The tears were soon replaced by whimsical laugher. The two of you were on a high as you landed messily on the bed, immediately going back to kissing and touching as if you'd burn if you didn't.
"Fuck, love you so much. Never gonna stop saying it now," he mumbled between kisses.
His hands were on a frenzy, lifting up your shirt enough to get access to your skin, insisting in throwing it off immediately after. His went in tandem, letting your burning skin make contact for the first time.
The rest of your clothes joined, leaving the two of you fully nude within minutes of landing on the bed. It was full of desperate caresses, occasionally interrupted by traces of admiration against the other's skin.
"Gorgeous. Prettiest girl," he sighed after calming down a bit. His eyes told you he still hadn't gotten his fill of you, but he was a total romantic, he needed to take a moment to appreciate you.
"I've had a crush on you since I saw you, did you know that?" needy fingers went up to your breasts, tracing them softly, "Thought you were the coolest, prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Tae didn't let me live it down for years," he chuckled at the memory.
"Should've told me, you idiot," you managed to let out through his fondling of your body.
"Don't call me that right now, baby. Be nice. I've had a terrible week," he mumbled between kisses against your breasts.
"Mm, I wonder why," you barely managed to laugh amidst your sighs of pleasure.
"You laugh now, but you'll see."
You were about to let him have it, but he distracted you with his lips on yours. Time and time again. His toned skin felt like a dream against yours, rendering you unable to keep your hands off him. It seemed like he felt similarly about you, as his hands kept moving from one curve to another, thumbing at the skin with need.
The ruffling of sheets and a mixture of muffled groaning were the only sounds to be heard in your lonely hotel room. At four in the morning, you found yourself writhing in your bedsheets, body contorting to that of your best friends' as his fingers traveled down to your middle, knuckle pressing into that spot that had your back arching impossibly closer to his chest.
After torturing your clit for a bit, Jungkook finally made his way down your body, kissing at every inch of available skin. He took his time, leaving love bites at what you assumed to be his favorite places, even nuzzling against your skin in a softness slightly out of character considering the context.
"You're so fucking soft, baby. You'll never get rid of me now, you know that, right?", he looked up at you with an incredulous smile, nose scrunching at the smile you have him in return.
"Don't worry, Kookie. I plan on keeping you around."
He chuckled, biting his lip and continuing his path downward, soon finding himself at your thighs. Strong arms opened up your legs to open his way to your middle, fingers tracing their way down to the back of your knees to push them up to get them out of his way. When satisfied with your position, he began kissing at your thighs, mumbling unintelligible words between smooches.
You simply enjoyed the love he gave you. Only a few moments with him and you'd already forgotten any misery you'd put yourself through this past week. Every touch, every look, every word, you lived for every single one. You were barely conscious by then, with your hold on his hair being the only thing to keep you grounded.
It was when his nose first nudged at your cunt that you truly lost yourself.
That thing they said about men with big noses? Well it was true.
And unfortunately, Jungkook took note of the effect he had on you immediately, deciding to use his nose to torture your clit while his tongue delved into your wetness. He was eager with it too, moaning and groaning into your pussy while his hips shamelessly humped at the bed.
"Fuck, baby," he huffed, "Just like that, shit. Use my face, I'm all yours anyway ..."
You hadn't realized that you'd been humping at his face, but you took that as not only permission to continue, but encouragement to not stop. At that point, it truly became a mess. Almost a competition to see whether he'd make you cum with his tongue, or if you'd grind on his face until completion.
And as per usual, Jungkook won. For every cry you let out, his fervor doubled. It was as if he was pained by not giving you pleasure. His cries and whines into your cunt only increased in tone, higher as you approached your end.
"Kook, fuck. I'm almost there, don't stop," your fingers tightened their hold on his hair, "Yes, fuck, just like that ..."
Once more, he took this as a challenge, pulling at all stops to make you cum. His tongue took turns between licking into you and circling your swollen pearl, even sneaking in a hand to toy at you with his fingers. It wasn't long until you finally gave in to your orgasm, body buzzing under his while he refused to give you a break.
Even through the sensitivity, Jungkook didn't let go. He continued sucking and licking at you, chuckling when your attempts to pull him away finally clicked. He mumbled out an apology, sitting up on his knees to find his way back up your body.
"That was-"
But he interrupted you by shoving his tongue in your mouth for the nth time tonight. And you, not being an idiot, responded accordingly.
He hadn't bothered to wipe at his mouth before kissing you, meaning that you were currently licking your own essence out of his tongue. It was a depraved and disgusting kiss. At some point it could barely even be called a kiss, consisting of sucking at each other's tongues, teeth clacking, and bodies morphing at every connection of lips.
With no necessary warning, Jungkook's hips began desperately connecting with yours, hardness eventually finding a home in the space between your legs, close to where you wanted him but not close enough. Surely, you'd chafe tomorrow, but Jungkook's needy whines of pleasure made any repercussions worth it. You'd do anything he wanted to ensure he felt good.
"Baby, I need ... I need to be in you. Can I? You're ready for me, right, beautiful? Hmm?" he was frantic as he spoke, wide eyes staring into your hazy ones.
"Anything you want, Kookie. Need you in me so fucking bad."
He thanked you with a kiss, finally inserting himself in you with a groan, sighing out when he finally sunk into your warmth. Uselessly, he took a few moments to let you adjust, but corrected his mistake when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer in a silent demand for more.
"I'll give it to you, baby. I'll give you everything."
And he did. No further warning was needed when he began to piston into you. Groaning into your ear, his hips lost control against you, causing that harsh slapping sound of skin you'd gotten so used to with him.
"Shit, just like that, Kookie. So- so big."
"Hmm, yeah? But I fit so well in this pretty cunt. Made for me, huh? My pretty cunt."
He babbled incoherencies, unable to stop praising you as he made intense love to you. Gasps left his lips, needy fingers attempting to pull you closer to no avail. When he became too desperate to have you as close as humanly possible, he opted to lift your legs higher, having them wrap on his shoulders rather than his waist.
This new angle had you writhing in incomprehensible pleasure, hands clawing at his back, completely careless of the marks you'd leave behind. It only became worse when he readjusted just slightly, his tip beginning to hit that spot inside you that had you almost passing out.
"R-right there! Oh, right there, please! Don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost there, fuck, please!"
You hadn't realized your words would have him losing himself along with you. You saw his eyes roll and his jaw tighten before he finally let go. His warmth filled you up quickly after that, nudging your orgasm out of you with a harmony of cries of each other's names.
The end marked itself when he let himself drop onto the bed, falling beside you as he simultaneously pulled you into his chest. A soft kiss was left on your hair when you accepted his embrace, cuddling to his side despite the damp sweat covering him. You were probably just as sweaty anyway.
"Well, that was incredibly dramatic," you broke the silence.
He whined your name in return.
"Let me catch my breath before you get all cynical."
"You love my sense of humor."
He laid on his side, turning to face you, hands wrapping tighter around you.
"I love literally everything about you. Did you need me to give you another demonstration? Because give me five minutes and I'll-"
A kiss shut him up.
"God, you're so obsessed with me," he snickered.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't get used to it."
He buried his face in your chest after that, pressing a few kisses there. He couldn't help himself, it seemed.
"Nope, I think I'll get used to it. I might have to move into your skin, this isn't nearly close enough," he joked.
After a very brief silence, his lips made their way up to your own, sighing against you as he kissed you.
"I really missed you."
God, he made it so hard to not melt for him.
"I missed you too. I love you."
"I'm going to need to hear that every ten minutes for the next month to compensate for the past week," he demanded.
You pretended to be annoyed by the task, but actually brimming inwards, wanting to go on live at this very moment and let everyone know you'd bagged Jeon Jungkook.
But you decided to be cool about it.
"Fine, whatever."
His bunny smile told you he accepted your answer, but his subsequent attack on your face with endless, childish kisses said otherwise.
The very few hours of the night that remained were spent like this. After cleaning you up, Jungkook ensured his hands never left your body at any point, something which you had no issue with. Far too many confessions of love were shared, but they all felt just and necessary.
You were content. The nerve wracking week had ended, leaving you with more than you could've ever asked for.
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"We really should've added some clause against inter-group dating when we signed out contracts."
Everyone else in the room sighed in agreement.
Well, everyone but the two of you.
While everyone else was miserable at the sight of you cuddled up in some corner of the practice room, you and Jungkook remained in your own world. Nothing could knock you out of it when you were in this state of mind.
After the mess that happened between the two of you, the constant miscommunication and intolerable pining (Tae's words, not yours), being with Jungkook unapologetically was the most stress-relieving feeling in the world.
The guys didn't actually dislike the sight of you together. You both knew this. It was a mixture of teasing and the natural annoyance inspired by yours and Jungkook's honeymoon phase. It was a small price to pay for the ability to be with your boyfriend/best friend at all times.
"You're just jealous," Jungkook threw back at Taehyung, who just huffed in return.
"They cheated the system. No one will ever suspect they're dating when they've always been this ... touchy," Jimin added, eyes narrowing at you as he walked by.
You simply stuck your tongue out at him, causing Jungkook to giggle by your side.
"Are you guys planning on practicing at any point or are you just going to harass us with your pda all day?"
This time it was Joon who spoke. His tone was that of a fed-up elder brother, which was pretty much what he was at that moment.
To be fair, you had been lazing around today. The two of you were usually quite quick at picking up the choreo, so after a few hours of practicing it one-on-one last night, you'd opted to take it easy today. Clearly, this was not appreciated by your group mates.
"Can we leave, then?", Jungkook perked up.
"Please!," you weren't sure which of the six guys had said it, but you did know it had been more than one.
Gaping at them, you were about to rip them a new one. Why were they so allergic to the two of you being together? They'd been the ones rooting for you from the sidelines! They'd-
"Hell yeah."
Jungkook interrupted your thoughts, using the strength he usually didn't realize he had to help you get up, dragging you towards the exit far too eagerly. Even when you attempted to turn back, eyeing the 95 liners who were currently laughing at you, Jungkook stayed disinterested, seemingly wanting nothing other than some privacy with you.
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"Oh, right, three. I'm sorry." Peter had trouble keeping where most of the androids came from straight, but he tried his best as he didn't want to accidentally offend them. But that still didn't stop him from making mistakes on occasion that he felt he'd have to make up for, even if most of the androids understood that he was only human and an odd one at that.
"They're easier to care for as they need far less work. I can't say for sure if they deviate, but I'd have to say probably. It's just less noticeable as they still act like the animal they're based on. BeeBee is harmless though, sure she was aggressive to begin with, but that was just because Zlatko mutilated her and kept her locked up. She calmed down after I got her fixed back up, think she just needed proof I wasn't going to hurt her before she'd let her guard down." He didn't blame the URS12 for her initial aggression, she'd been through a very traumatic experience and was just acting accordingly as she didn't know he wasn't there to hurt her.
Peter brought his hand to his mouth, sticking two fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp, short whistle. He knew G and BeeBee should be inside as Dan had likely taken Strasky for a walk around the property to calm him down, meaning Dan would take over watching for anything suspicious and G would take BeeBee inside for a break.
He lowered his hand as he heard the sound of claws rapidly clicking on the floor that were heading for the basement. He turned as BeeBee came to a halt in front of the room and sat down, chuffing and shaking her head. Peter motioned for her to enter the room as he knew she was waiting for permission. She quickly got up and jogged over to him, getting up on her hind legs as Daniel moved out of the way. She rubbed her nose against his as she made a purring sound, using her front legs to nudge him onto the ground, allowing her easier access to rub against him.
"They are furry, and BeeBee is just as fluffy as a polar bear should be. She usually is with G as he patrols the property, pretty good deterrent for anyone looking to cause trouble." Peter explained as he ruffled her neck. "She's not gonna hurt anyone unless given the command to do so, other then that she's a sweet heart." He gently coaxed her down so he could stand up again as Brent left the room to fetch more finished parts.
"Yeah, but don't point it out to them, they don't like that and I found that out the hard way." Not that it bothered him as he didn't get in trouble for the fight, the group had attacked him first and he had merely defended himself. He was just warned not to call out anymore protestors or acknowledge them if they tried to talk to him.
"Oh, nothing else. The computers should be it as we haven't come across any issues that can't be easily fixed." Sure they were still working on the space, but so far he couldn't name anything else that was obviously wrong that needed to be replaced.
"I don't, but I'm fine with it." He didn't understand why it was so important to the android, but he knew he needed to address Dan's overbearing protectiveness before it worsened.
"Maybe, but I wouldn't blame her if she still wanted nothing to do with me. I did threaten to kill her and jump off the roof with her, even held her out when the RK800 showed up to talk me down." Daniel wouldn't hold it against Emma if she never wanted to see him again after what he'd done to her. "And I find it interesting to deal with someone who's neurodivergent verses one that was perfectly normal." He didn't mind the change, in fact he found it to be a fun learning experience.
"He also really didn't want to be there as his goal was finding me, and being stuck on a rusty ship wasn't helping him accomplish that. And then to be dragged along occasionally or just hearing them planning something just added to his hatred of being there." Peter knew Dan understood it was best he hide as a deviant, but that didn't stop him from being upset about it.
"And finally reuniting with me and finding I lost an eye didn't do him any favors mentally. He deviated because he thought I was dead and had to find out if I was okay, so finding out I actually could've died well he was in the same city as me... Messed him up. I'm gonna see if we can fix that, he's getting very over protective because of that."
"There's three." the android corrected, "Three of us remain on the property."
"What's the point of android animals?" Rook asked, "Do they deviate too? Are they fuzzy at least? Can I pet BeeBee?"
"Rook."
"I want to pet a bear, Willow!"
Willow rolled her eyes, "Yes, the belief that the evil machines are stealing jobs is a myth that only serves the corporations. Unfortunately, most humans are too dense to understand they're considered on par with any other piece of equipment, thus are just as easily replaced by whatever is more cost effective."
So, trying to get the computers out of storage through semi legitimate means was most likely a lost cause. Willow resorted to sending a text instead. "Would you like to have everything delivered to this room?"
"I'm glad you understand now." It still didn't explain why Bishop specifically wanted his counterpart to fail, but that wasn't relevant to the android's argument as to why he felt the need to prevail.
It was a reasonable question, as far as he was concerned.
"Sometimes kids don't know better. Maybe she'll come around when she grows up and starts thinking with her brain." Rook told Daniel, "It's good that you found yourself new people to hang out with, even if one of them speaks in riddlesâ You've got something to add, Willow?"
"Oh, I was just thinking that Dan was right about most of Jericho's plans."
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Bobby has to have a minor surgery but will be out for six weeks, and a captain is being brought in to cover for him because Henâs got so much going on in her life right now that she canât do it and in walks Tommy.
And Buck is confused, obviously. Says, kinda bratty, âTommy? Whyâre you here?â
Tommy replies, âItâs actually Captain Kinard now.â And then goes about briefing everyone like itâs not a fucking huge deal.
After a couple of shifts of Buck calling him âTommyâ over and over again, Tommy says, âItâs probably better if you stick to Captain Kinard or just Captain. You know, to keep it professional.â
Which makes Buck want to murder him because what the fuck does he mean âkeep it professionalâ????? Theyâve literally been inside each other. Also, how the hell can he be all smug when heâs the one who broke up with him???? The asshole!
So Buck makes it his mission to call him captain again, and again, and again, in the voice he knows drives Tommy crazy.
Tommy, to his credit, lasts two weeks before he takes Buck out back and fucks him in the broken down fire truck thatâs been waiting to be fixed for ages.
The next four weeks are filled with lots of messy, angry, toxic sex with nothing but teasing in between. Itâs only after Bobby returns and Tommy says goodbye to the 118 that Buck shows up at his door, asking, âCan I call you Tommy now?â
Tommy lets him in, and they finally talk, fight, make up, and get back together.
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unknown / nth â minghao x reader.
your boyfriend gives you a language lesson before bed.
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minghao x translator/interpreter!reader a.k.a the lost in translation couple â
word count: 1.9k â
genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, conversation about mandarin (my reference). takes place post-lost in translation! not entirely necessary to have read the fic prior to this. title is from hozier's song of the same name. not proofread. â
footnotes: minghao did a brief weibo live and i've been missing lost in translation for quite some time now, so i jammed this out really quick đŹđŠ may write more for/about this couple in the near future, so take this as the first of many! âĄ
âI think Cold Love really represents me well. Itâs probably because Iâm an INFJ.â
You press your palm to your mouth to stifle your laugh. Minghao doesnât react visibly, but his hand waves at you off-camera. A wordless reminder of Be nice.Â
The two of you are across the room from each otherâ him, perched on the couch of his hotel room, while youâre already tucked in bed. Minghao had promised his fans a quick Weibo live to discuss his most recent EP, leaving you to your own devices for the next hour or so.Â
You didnât mind. It was one of lifeâs simple joys, listening to your boyfriend talk.Â
He spends the next thirty minutes or so discussing his creative process and answering fansâ questions. You donât bother him, knowing youâll have all the time in the world later to tease him for some of his remarks. Like his indignance at growing taller or his jabs at his age.Â
As you busy yourself with mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you relish in the familiar sound of Minghaoâs Mandarin. Itâs probably your favorite version of white noise, really. The mellow tone of his voice contrasts the rapid, sharp way that he speaks. Despite being well-acquainted with the language, there are still some words that elude you. You make a mental note to ask Minghao about them later.Â
Less than an hour has passed before you hear Minghao beginning to wind down. âGood luck on all of your exams. To the people working, keep working hard! Make lots of money,â he says hurriedly. âAnd good luck with love, too. I hope you all find someone who loves you back so you can experience all sorts of feelings.âÂ
Heâs never been the type to drag out his goodbyes, so youâre not surprised whenâ after a final heart sign and wave to the cameraâ Minghao is finally clocking out of his live.Â
Immediately, he slumps back onto the couch like the whole thing had drained him. Sure, lives werenât necessarily one-sided, but he did have to hard carry when it came to the talking part of the affair. You flash him a sympathetic smile as you sit up in bed.Â
âDone, xÄ«ngÄn?â you call out.Â
Minghao doesnât respond right away. You donât hold it against him. He sometimes needed a moment, needed a minute or two to pull himself together.Â
After staring at the ceiling for what feels like forever, Minghao lets out a shuddering exhale. âDone,â he responds, and heâs moving before you can register it.Â
He gets to his feet and crosses the room in a few, quick strides. Once he gets to the bed, he wastes no time in reaching for you. His knees sink in the mattress; his hands dart out.Â
You let out a slight squeal when Minghao tugs you into him.Â
âSorry,â he says, not sounding very sorry at all. This had been a premeditated act. You can tell in the way his arms immediately snake around your waist.Â
You let out a defeated sigh against his chest, but make no move to pull away. âTired?â you ask, your hands resting on the small of his back as you return his embrace.Â
He hums a quiet âmhmâ. âIâm not built for this anymore, xÄ«ngÄn,â he whines.Â
The two of you know thatâs a bold-faced lie. Still, you indulge your sulking boyfriend lest he begin to pout even harder. âMy poor baby,â you coo, running your hands up and down Minghaoâs back in a show of comforting him. âGonna blame it on being an introvert?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
You let out a small laugh. You canât see it, but you swear you can feel the curve of Minghaoâs smile as he presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head.Â
âThank you for being here,â he says after a moment of comfortable silence. âIt means a lot.âÂ
A part of you wants to insist that itâs nothing. Itâs not every day that you can steal away to his hotel room, though. In between your own work of interpreting for the boys and working on subtitles for videos, thereâs also the added layer of keeping your relationship on the down low.Â
Tonight, Minghao had just tried to asked. Texted a couple of hours ago that he wanted to see you. And you could never really deny him anything, not even on your best days.Â
âAnything for you,â you respond as you stroke the short hair at his nape.Â
Minghao buries his face in the crook of your neck, his smiling mouth warm as he mumbles against your skin. âDonât give me that much power,â he warns. âIâll abuse it.âÂ
You chuckle. âI donât doubt that.âÂ
The two of you lapse into another bout of quiet. This had always been your way, even back when the two of you were friends: Comfortable silences, unspoken agreements. Your new relationship had only given you two the carte blanche to be a little more touchy during your shared moments of peace.Â
Youâre fairly sure that Minghao has fallen asleep when he speaks up again. âHow do you think I did?â
âWith the live?âÂ
âNo, with cuddling. Yes, with the live.âÂ
âAsk nicely.â
âPlease?âÂ
You put Minghao out of his misery by returning his earlier gestureâ leaving a quick kiss, this time to the line of his jaw. âStellar as usual,â you reassure him. âI didnât pick up on everything, though.âÂ
âThatâs new.â Minghao shifts around on the bed until he can prop himself up on one elbow. He rests his chin in his hand but doesnât stray too far. He stays hovering over you, his free arm remaining around your waist.Â
He goes on to goad, âYour Mandarin must be getting rusty.â
You canât help but roll your eyes, shooting him a half-hearted glare. âHow can it be rusty,â you retort, slipping into the language as if to prove a point. âWhen youâre always insisting that we use it?âÂ
No matter how many times that you speak to him in his mother tongue, Minghao always seems momentarily startled. The surprise always fades into affection, evident in the fond way that he gazes down at you.Â
He matches your code switch without missing a beat. âIâve told you, havenât I? I love it when you speak Mandarin,â he says, punctuating his words with a quick pinch to your side.Â
You swat his hand; he giggles down at you.
âWhich parts did you miss out on?â he asks.Â
It takes you a moment to recall the terms and phrases youâd wanted to question him about. âæćš?â you ask, the unfamiliar word sounding almost hesitant on your tongue. SÄjiÄo.
A thoughtful âahhhâ escapes Minghao. âThink of it like aegyo,â he offers delicately. âItâsâ often in the setting of a relationship. Acting cute to be endearing.âÂ
âLike when you gripe about me not responding fast enough.âÂ
âExamples arenât necessary,â he says wryly. âBut, yes. Like that.âÂ
You flash Minghao a grin before snuggling a little closer to him, entangling your legs. The added touch makes his expression softens in the way it only ever does when itâs you.Â
âAnything else?â he prompts.Â
Itâs not everyday that Minghao gets to play the âteacherâ role in your relationship. In the beginning, you had been his Korean tutor. In the longer run, you had helped him translate and transpose words that he couldnât reach. Every so often, you would run to him for some Mandarin help, and you could tell that he relished in the shift in dynamic.Â
The thought pushes you to keep asking, even though the words are inconsequential. âYou used the term æç·,â you note. âWhat was that one?âÂ
âNuÇnnĂĄn,â he echoes, correcting your intonation. You repeat the word as he said it, and he gives a small smile of approval.
âItâs our version of ânice guyâ,â he explains. âBut itâs rooted a lot in culture. A nuÇnnĂĄn is a man who can be considered inherently warm-hearted in an otherwise patriarchal society. And noââ Minghaoâs tone takes on a more chiding quality when he sees you about to interrupt. âDo not try to call me a nuÇnnĂĄn.âÂ
You jut out your lower lip slightly. âWhy not?âÂ
The arm that Minghao had around your waist rises, just enough so he can tap the tip of your scrunched nose. âDonât pull out sÄjiÄo on me,â he scolds.Â
Itâs not necessary for you to act cute. Your boyfriend would be endeared by you either way.Â
You chuckle at being caught, and Minghaoâs sternness mellows. âOne last.â You hold up a finger as you try to nail the phrase that had first caught your attention. âèŁžć©?âÂ
Thereâs a flicker of surprise on Minghaoâs expression. âThat was from a fan making a joke,â he warns before repeating the word himself. âLuÇhĆ«n translates toâ hear me out, okay?â ânaked marriageâ.âÂ
The sight of your raised eyebrow draws a sharp laugh from Minghao. âItâs another one of those cultural things,â he says.Â
When he doesnât add onto his words, you shoot him an incredulous look.Â
âWhat?â he asks with feigned innocence.
âThatâs it?â you prod. âYouâre not going to explain what ânaked marriageâ means?âÂ
âYou have access to the internet, donât you?âÂ
âXÄ«ngÄn.âÂ
âThatâs me.âÂ
At Minghaoâs continued evasion, you merely huff and give up. Itâs getting late, anyway, and he has to be up early in the morning for sound check. Come tomorrow, youâll have to slip away before anyone can come looking for either of you. The boys arenât privy to your relationship yet, and God forbid any of the other staff find out.
âFine,â you say, unable to resist the urge to just be a little haughty. âLetâs go to sleep.âÂ
Minghao is undeterred by your contempt. If anything, it only makes him smile a little wider, gives him an excuse to pull you into his chest. He goes to cradle the back of your head, his fingers playing with the strands of your hair.Â
You lean into his touch, burying your face into the front of his shirt. There it is again. Those few, precious moments where the two of you can just bask in each otherâs presence.Â
The silence stretches on this time. Youâre properly drowsy by the time Minghao speaks up, his words quiet as he mumbles them against your shoulder.Â
âNo house, no car, no fancy ring,â he murmurs, his tone contemplative and sleepy. âLuÇhĆ«n.âÂ
âA naked marriage,â you respond mid-yawn.Â
âMhm.â
âNothing but love.âÂ
âYou got it.âÂ
The conversation feels like itâs teetering on the verge of something consequential, something of value. But with the two of you already halfway asleep in each other's arms, thereâs not much you can do besides exchange some light pecks and mumbled words.
âI think Iâd want at least a house before getting married,â you say. âOr, like, an apartment.â
âWhat, you wouldnât live out on the streets with me?â he teases lowly.Â
Your eyes flutter close. âYou would have to convince me,â you shoot back.Â
Minghao responds with a lingering kiss to your forehead.Â
âHow long will it take to convince you?âÂ
Itâs a little too early in your relationship for the topic of marriage to be seriously brought up. Itâs fun to dream about, though. To talk about in hushed tones, to toy with in Minghaoâs mother tongue.Â
To imagine a time where this might be your every nightâ falling asleep in each otherâs arms.Â
âMight take you years and years,â you answer, a giggle rising from the back of your throat.Â
Minghaoâs arms shake as he laughs. His lips stay on your head, almost like he canât bear to peel away from you for a minute too long.Â
âI donât mind,â he says as the two of you begin to succumb to sleep.Â
The last thing you hear is his affectionate, soft promise of, âIâll start working on convincing you, xÄ«ngÄn.âÂ
#minghao x reader#the8 x reader#minghao fluff#the8 fluff#svt x reader#seventeen x reader#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#minghao drabble#the8 drabble#àšà§ muse .á svt#àšà§ penned by ylangelegy
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Thoughts on Sonic 3!
On December 10th, 2018, I was on the last day of a trip to Milwaukee. The night before, I'd attended the wedding of one of my best friends, Jake, who I've known since high school. Even though half of us were sick the whole trip, it was a great time. Derek had asked the wedding DJ to play "One Week" as the first request of the night, and proceeded to lip sync the entire song on the dance floor. On that cold winter morning in a hotel room hundreds of miles from home, Derek and I groggily checked Twitter on our phones and saw the shocking news: Paramount had teased the design for Sonic from their upcoming live action film. Even in silhouette, the shape of his face and the realistic curvature of his limbs made him look like a grotesque little homunculus. This movie was going to suck.
Six years later, I've now seen the third entry in what's become a hugely successful Sonic film franchise. It features Keanu Reeves as the voice of Shadow the Hedgehog in a fairly faithful adaptation of his story from Sonic Adventure 2. At the time of writing, it currently sits at a whopping 86% positive rating on Rotten Tomatoes, vying for the title of the best-reviewed theatrically released video game movie of all time. Critics are saying nice things about the emotional journey of Shadow the Hedgehog. Never in a million years did I think I'd see this day.
I, too, have now seen this movie, and... yeah, it's pretty good.
I'm gonna get deep into spoilers here, so I'll just say up front that I liked the movie. It feels like just about the best possible execution of this version of Sonic. But that's also damning it with faint praise, depending on who you ask.
If you're a fan of the games who didn't like the second movie, you probably won't get much out of this one, either, unless you just really love Shadow so much that nothing else in the movie matters to you. It doesn't reinvent the wheel for this film series. It's still got a heaping helping of broad comedy, cheap pop culture references, bad one-liners, and characterization that diverges greatly from the source material. This is not high art, nor is it a direct adaptation of Sonic Adventure 2. If you're the kind of person who hates this portrayal of Sonic and Eggman, or a lore nerd who'll hate that they let Shadow do Chaos Control without an Emerald, then just don't bother with this.
On the other hand, if you did enjoy the last movie, then you'll probably have a fun time here, too. Shadow is very cool. The action is the best it's ever been. There's a bit more focus on characters from the games, and less on human characters invented for the moviesâwith the exception of Agent Stone, who's in this a lot because everyone likes him. There's a lot of SA2 fanservice. They even play "Live and Learn." It's a fun time! Be sure to stick around through the end credits.
And now, to dig deeper, let's get into the spoilers! I'm gonna jump around a lot and talk about different aspects of the movie, spoiling everything along the way.
Shadow and his reams of lore
Here's the main thing you came for: Shadow is great in this! They really did him justice. Keanu Reeves is extremely solid in the role. He can be a bit flat as an actor sometimes, but I think he did well here. He can be tough and menacing, but he can also be earnest and emotionally vulnerable. Good casting call. Excited at the prospect of seeing more of him in the future.
Really, as a Sonic Lore Nerd I'm most interested in discussing the changes they made to Shadow's backstory. I'm sure there will be many fans upset with the changes, but for the sake of streamlining a complicated backstory that was subject to a bunch of retcons and multiple layers of amnesia and fitting it into a 110-minute movie, I think they generally made smart choices.
For one, Gerald didn't create Shadow using Black Arms DNA, because Gerald didn't create Shadow at all! Instead, Shadow arrived on Earth inside a meteor, and Gerald was merely the prominent GUN scientist who studied him after he was captured. (That meteor does have very strong Black Arms vibes, though, so I wouldn't rule out the possibility of them exploring that stuff in the future.) This simplifies things a lot and allows Shadow to be a direct foil for Sonic, kind of a version of our hero who was treated as a lab rat and lost the only human he considered family instead of finding happiness like Sonic has. Then later Shadow hurts Tom and Sonic wants revenge, and it mirrors Shadow's feelings about Maria, and after they fight they can empathize with each other over this, Shadow sees the error of his ways and helps save the world, yada yada yada. You get it. People predicted 95% of this movie's plot from the trailers, but it's effective.
Likewise, all of the stuff about creating Shadow as the ultimate life form who's immune to all disease to cure Maria's illness is completely cut out. Shadow's still called the ultimate life form, but he's treated as more of an energy source than a genetic research project here, playing off of the stuff about Eggman wanting to harness Sonic's natural Chaos Energy in the movies. The original intent behind the ultimate life form project was always hard to explain in the games and doesn't even come up that much, so I don't blame them for cutting it.
Because Gerald isn't doing genetic experiments and creating artificial life, the Biolizard also doesn't exist. It does, however, appear in an old monster movie Shadow and Maria watch in a montage, with Shadow later commenting that he worries he's a monster like the one he saw in the movie. That's a clever way to include it, I think.
The ARK sort of exists. There was no space colony back in the '70s, all of the events of Shadow's flashbacks just took place at a secret GUN base on Earth. Fair enough for a version of the story ostensibly set in the real world. The big space laser in the third act of the film is obviously supposed to evoke the ARK, but it's referred to as simply the Eclipse Cannon. It's still not a full-blown space colony, just a weapon of mass destruction Gerald designed for GUN in exchange for his release (while also secretly planning to use it to blow up the planet in an act of revenge). I am, however, pleased to report that the Eclipse Cannon still has a giant Eggman face on it.
And as for Maria: I like her in this! She's obviously not going to get a ton of screentime, and she's always going to be a very straightforward character, but she's more playful and lively here. She teases Shadow for being grumpy and plays with him a lot. She feels less like this perfect embodiment of everything good and pure in the world and more like an actual kid. She's still not a complex character, but it works.
And the most important question: do they show a child getting shot and killed by the military? The answer is almost. In the flashback, GUN soldiers chase Maria, Shadow, and Gerald and ready their guns, but the young Commander Walters (who's in his 20s rather than being a kid) grabs them and tries to stop them from firing on a child. In the chaos, a soldier fires, missing Maria but hitting a generator that then blows up and kills Maria. So, y'know, close enough I suppose.
So, yes, many of the details change here, but they captured the gist of Shadow's story from SA2. The emotional core is there. I will say, though, I almost feel like Shadow isn't in this movie as much as I thought he'd be? I think he's used effectively in all of his scenes, and they make room for his backstory, and BOY does he get to kick ass in his fights, but for much of the middle part of the movie he's overshadowed by Ivo and Gerald. Though this might be a compromise to leave more screentime for...
Tails and Knuckles
I'm relieved to report that Tails and Knuckles both get a good amount of cool stuff to do in this! They don't feel like an afterthought.
I was worried that Tails in particular would completely fall by the wayside, since even his debut movie didn't entirely know what to do with him. But he's good here. He pretty much just feels like the Tails from the games at this point, especially since they dropped that fawning admiration he had for Sonic with that running gag of him going "Only Sonic the Hedgehog could do that!" He often chimes in as the one who wants Team Sonic to stick together when Sonic and Knuckles bicker. He particularly gets to shine in the Mission Impossible-inspired heist sequence at the GUN headquarters in London that serves as the climax of the second act, which feels like it was tailor made to let him shine as the tech guy of the team. He also gets several opportunities to swoop in and catch someone for a save in an action scene. He's good in this!
Knuckles is... fine. He's definitely fallen into the role of the comic relief dumb bruiser since joining the good guys, but he's at least a little better than he was in his own streaming show. The jokes lean more into him just being really brash about his strength and skill, rather than him being this archaic warrior who doesn't understand anything about the modern world. He also gets a few more serious bits in the back third of the movie where he gets to shine a little more, so overall it evens out to him being fine. They could've done way worse.
As for the relevance of the Knuckles show: Knuckles is now said to be the guardian of the Master Emerald, like in the games, though with no Angel Island this amounts to him hiding it somewhere for safekeeping. It's eventually revealed that he just gave it to Wade, who gets exactly one scene (sorry, Wade-heads) for a joke about him using the Master Emerald as a hockey puck. So, the miniseries explained why Knuckles has a connection with Wade. That's it! Also I think Knuckles might use the Flames of Disaster a bit in fights, but they never called the technique out by name, so I never really thought about it. So, yeah, the six-episode streaming miniseries about Wade bowling has zero meaningful relevance to the Shadow movie. Who could have seen this coming?
Miscellaneous humans
For that matter, the human supporting cast is MASSIVELY downplayed in this one. Tom and Maddie are there for two key sequences (the beginning of the movie and the GUN HQ heist), but otherwise they disappear for long stretches of the movie. They don't go to Japan in act I, nor do they go to space in act III, and there's no subplot for them during those periods, either. There's nothing like the wedding subplot in Sonic 2 where they'd constantly cut back to Hawaii for comic relief with the humans and only reveal why this was relevant to the plot near the end. (There's also no random dance battle in Siberia.) If a human character is here, it's because they have something to contribute to the plot right away. Most people will probably consider this an improvement, and I'd certainly say it makes for a much tighter script, though I have to remind everyone that I thought the wedding being a GUN sting operation was such a funny twist that I'm a defender of the Hawaii subplot.
On the subject of Tom, something funny I've noticed is that they've just completely downplayed the fact that Tom and Wade are cops. Tom being a cop never comes up once. Wade being a cop only gets referenced via the fact that he's practicing hockey on the roof of the police station in his one scene, but he's not in uniform or anything. They clearly got the memo that we don't want Sonic to hang out with cops.
Here's something else funny: Rachel and Randall got character posters, but they're actually not in the movie! Not technically, anyway. During the heist sequence at GUN HQ, Tom and Maddie use some gadgets Tails invented to holographically disguise themselves as those other characters. But the real Rachel and Randall never show up in the flesh. It's a very odd way to shoehorn the actors into the movie. (Jojo is also absent. They did not give her Amy's role of being the girl who reminds Shadow of Maria. Instead they just let Sonic have the big heart to heart with Shadow that makes him switch sides.)
You know who IS in this movie? Krysten Ritter. Not as the voice of Rouge, as the fandom once hoped, but as a director for GUN. She gets like three scenes and she feels completely checked out the whole time. Can't say I blame her! She's not really a character, just a plot necessity. Commander Walters dies in Japan but gives Sonic one of two keycards needed to activate the Eclipse Cannon, and then Ritter's character assumes Sonic stole it and labels him a bad guy. So that's why they have to break into GUN HQ in the second act instead of just talking things out with them. Still, I am at least relieved that Sonic doesn't work with GUN for most of the movie.
I gotta be honest: when Walters pulled a credit card-shaped object out of his pocket, I thought he was about to give Sonic another Olive Garden gift card as his final act before dying. Part of me wishes that happened.
The supporting human character in this who really gets to shine is Agent Stone, which I'm sure most fans will agree was the correct choice. There's a LOT of Agent Stone in this. He's good. I don't have much to say about him, but he's fun as usual.
But, of course, the ones who steal the show are Jim Carrey, and his costar Jim Carrey.
The Robotniks
I've gone back and forth on whether or not I can actually see movie Robotnik as Robotnik. I think with this third and final entry in the Jim Carrey Robotnik Trilogy, I've landed on... yeah, that's just Jim Carrey playing a Jim Carrey character. He's absolutely having fun with the role, and I enjoyed watching him, but I think a lot of that comes down to the fact that I'm a millennial who grew up watching Jim Carrey movies. If you didn't like him before, this movie will probably be nails on a chalkboard to you, because now there are two of him.
Ivo's arc here leans very heavily into the fact that he grew up as an orphan and never knew his family, a thing offhandedly mentioned in the first movie that's never been a thing for any other version of the character. Here, he learns that he has a living grandfather who's also a mad scientist, and it feels like a hole in his heart has been filled. It certainly makes sense for a place to take this version of the character, and it fits with the movie's themes of finding and losing family, but the cartoonish, childlike affection Ivo feels towards Gerald and all the scenes of them frolicking and dancing together have basically nothing to do with the characters from the games. He's a fun villain for this movie, but he's overwhelmingly used as comic relief this time rather than as a serious threat. He doesn't particularly feel like Sega's Dr. Ivo Robotnik, the arch nemesis of Sonic the Hedgehog who'd take over the world with an army of robots and a fleet of airships in the span of a day if Sonic wasn't around to stop him. He's a guy who lives in a big crab robot and has some drones. He has more in common with Carrey's depictions of the Grinch or the Riddler or Count Olaf than Dr. Eggman. Though he does, at least, finally get his outfit from the games by the end of the movie. So that's something. And also he's in a fat suit now. They only make jokes at the expense of his weight a little. Hooray...?
Gerald, meanwhile, is... largely the same character as movie Eggman, but older, so they can make jokes about him having saggy flesh and smelling funny and needing dentures. (Also, his voice kind of sounds like Homer Simpson sometimes?) To his credit, Carrey absolutely nails the handful of more serious scenes Gerald gets, whether it's Maria's death or his sinister turn when he reveals that he actually wants to destroy the Earth. But then it's right back to goofs about there being two of the same guy. Even the final battle features a lot of slapstick shenanigans with the two Robotniks fighting each other. I was able to enjoy the absurdity of it all, but if the humor doesn't land for you the dual Jim Carrey schtick is a hell of a lot of the movie. I wouldn't be surprised if there was more Gerald than Shadow in the movie, when you go and tally up their screentime. I was able to enjoy the sheer absurdity of it, but your mileage will vary.
I will, however, say that the split screen stuff they do with the two Carreys is EXTREMELY impressive, from a filmmaking perspective. They were absolutely flexing with their ability to pull the effect off. They don't rely on cheap tricks like cutting a lot, or having shot/reverse shot scenes where you're looking at the back of a body double's head. Instead they have a lot of long takes where the two Robotniks are talking to each other, you can see both of their faces, and they'll even hug and touch each other a lot, and the whole time the conversation maintains a natural pace like it really is two actors playing off of each other. It's really well done. It's an incredibly silly idea, but boy did they commit to it.
Sonic
I've hardly said anything about Sonic himself in all of this. It's his movie, isn't it! Well... I don't know, he's fine.
I feel like movie Sonic is a known quantity at this point, and either you like this take on the character or you don't. There was some speculation early on that this was supposed to be a younger Sonic who would grow into being the character we know from the games and comics, the one who's still got lots of quips but is also kind of aloof and cool, a free spirit who goes where the wind takes him, a figure the other characters look up to. And... no, that didn't happen. Once again he gets more serious as the stakes are raised, and he's totally badass when he goes Super, but the rest of the time he's still a little goober with tons of generic one-liners who learns schmaltzy lessons about the importance of family. He's still constantly going to undercut the tension of most scenes by cracking a pop culture reference that will make the average American parent go "haha I've heard of that." I don't think they're ever gonna change that. I think this just what the writers think Sonic is like.
And, again, for what it is, it's fine. He's a little annoying. You already know how you feel about movie Sonic. This third entry won't change that. But they do, at least, have him say "Talk about low budget flights, no food or movies... I'm outta here!" before jumping out of a helicopter. As my thoughts on the climax will show, I am not immune to fanservice.
The climax
God, the climax is SOOOOO fucking good. It's fantastic. Easily the best action these movies have ever done.
Rather than saving Super Shadow for the team-up with Sonic at the end, they have both of them go Super to fight each other first, and they just go full DBZ with it, fighting across the entire planet. It absolutely rules. I think this is the new coolest fight the two of them have had in anything ever. And then they have to stop the Eclipse Cannon together, and sure, there's no Biolizard. But Gerald DOES release a swarm of GUN Hunter robots, and the ensuing space battle turns into some Gundam shit. It's good! It's so good!!! The movie's flaws kind of melt away for me here when I'm watching Super Shadow take out an army of robots with Chaos Spears on the big screen. What a timeline we're living in.
And yes, they play "Live and Learn." They had to. They knew the assignment. They actually play a slight remix, but it's still got the original vocals, so it's perfectly recognizable. Actually, the tune of the song is used as a leitmotif for Shadow throughout the movie, first introduced via an acoustic guitar version played by Maria, and I really love that. I've been begging these movies to use more music from the games the whole time, and I'm glad they finally did so here. (They also use the traditional level clear jingle early in the film, and Eggman's theme from SA2 is very briefly used as a ringtone.)
... Anyway, uh, meanwhile Eggman, Tails, and Knuckles straight up just kill Gerald to save the world? They unceremoniously knock him into an energy field at the end of their slapstick fight aboard the Eclipse Cannon and he disintegrates like he hit a bugzapper. It's over in an instant. It's not graphic or anything, but it's, like... I didn't expect them to show it, or for it to be such a casual murder! Eggman has one quip about it and then immediately moves on.
Shortly after this, Eggman and Shadow sacrifice themselves to stop the Eclipse Cannon. Shadow's sacrifice doesn't stick, obviously (he's revealed to be alive by the end of the second stingerâpretend to be shocked), but Eggman's probably dead dead. I seriously doubt Jim Carrey's gonna come out of retirement for these movies again. His final moments before the big explosion are also SO dragged out and belabored. He has a dramatic final line like ten times in a row. It really just feels like the series saying goodbye to Carrey. And, again, it feels like a fitting enough end for this Eggman's arc, but it's an odd adaptation of the character from the games.
And so, that's what we're left with. This is far from Sonic Adventure 2: The Movie. It's not that, though there are many, many references made to that game in particular. It's a sequel to the film Sonic the Hedgehog 2 that has a similar tone and style, but Shadow and Gerald are in it, and Shadow gets some really cool fights, and there's a liiiiiittle more focus on stuff from the games than last time, and the script's a little tighter. If that sounds fun to you, you will have fun with this. I know I did. If it doesn't, you're probably better off waiting for them to inevitably do an animated reboot whenever this live action series runs out of steam.
It hasn't quite run out of steam yet, though...
The post-credits scenes, and the future
One of the big questions going into this was: what's next? How do they top a Shadow movie with heavy Sonic Adventure 2 overtones, in terms of hype for the fans? How do you fill Eggman's shoes after Carrey retires, for real this time? There are still more fan favorite rival characters to get through, but how many movies in a row can they introduce a furry foe for Sonic who inevitably turns good and helps him stop a larger threat by the end? And when the hell are we gonna see the girls?
Well, we now have our answer, and it's one I'm cautiously excited for: a whole army of Metal Sonics, and Amy!
Yes, Amy! Finally!! It's an absolute crime that we've gone three whole movies and a streaming miniseries without including the female lead of the series. I've complained about this ad nauseum (and also the fact that they cut Rouge from the story). But at least now they're finally doing something about it.
But now the question is, how will they characterize Amy? Sega's struggled with her for years, and there's a million different directions you can take her. Her one scene here has her smashing a bunch of Metal Sonics and wearing a cloak for the sake of a dramatic reveal, which gives her the vibes of a mysterious, badass action girl. This is, of course, completely different from how Sonic and Amy met in the games. What will her personality be like? She doesn't speak here, so who will they get to play her? Where did she come from? Will she even have a crush on Sonic? All of these have yet to be determined. So, like, I'm hyped to finally see Amy, a character who should've been in the movies from the start, but they could so easily end up playing it safe with an incredibly boring girlboss version of Amy who's no fun at all. We'll have to wait and see.
(My prediction: they're going to try to cast either Zendaya or Ariana as Amy.)
Metal Sonic, likewise, is very exciting, and he looks perfect. He looks just like the design from the games. But the question is: what will they do with this army of Metals? Will they be lead by one main Metal Sonic, perhaps Neo Metal Sonic, who gets to be a proper bad guy? Will they take some cues from Sonic CD, Heroes, and the OVA, or do something completely original? Where did they come from? Were they activated as a failsafe after Eggman died? Did they and Amy come from some sort of bad future, riffing on Sonic CD's time travel? Will they explore the fact that Metal wants to be the one and only Sonic? Or will they just be an army of disposable robot grunts for Sonic and friends to mow down like it's a Dynasty Warriors game, while some other villain takes center stage?
It could go so many different ways, and some prospects are more exciting than others. I mean, the Knuckles show had endless possibilities for what it could do with him, and none of the options on my bingo card were "Pachacamac's ghost tells him to help Wade win a bowling tournament." And while I'm a sicko who thinks it's funny that the Knuckles show is what it is, forgive me for keeping my hype about Amy and Metal Sonic in check here until we learn more.
Regardless of what they do, it'll still be hard to top the hype of Shadow, and it'll be hard to fill Jim Carrey's shoes for general audiences. So despite this clear statement of intent, I have no idea what the future of this film franchise holds. But regardless of what they do, I can say one thing for certain: the kids in my theater were hyped as hell for it. They popped off over Metal Sonic, and they were screaming their heads off with excitement over Amy. I heard a teenage girl on the opposite end of my row of seats say "finally!" over Amy's reveal, verbalizing my exact thoughts. She also said that this movie was "peak," though it diverged from the games, and she hoped they'd do a movie with Silver and Blaze someday.
The kids are gonna be okay.
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i forgot to do this! tysm for the tag way !!!
uhmmmm if we're talking fic-fics, about 7, but i write more one shots, and that would be over a few dozen :3
i just tried writing nicer, with better flow
i typically write most for star wars, but the life series smp hyperfixatino came back and ive done a lot of stuff for that too!!!
uhmm probably 6 or so
a lot actually, so ill list some of my favs rn. grumbo, scarian, ranchers, flower husbands, anidala, caitlyn x vi, codywan, and jyn x cassian
i love grian's lore character, and crosshair did not capture my heart but ive seen him in a new light so-
arcane!!!!! and life series, ive never written for it before
all of them probably
my au ones when i had no pressure in writing them
chapters of one of my really long fics, its no where near done but each chapter was a couple thousand words
probably the one that was really long, it was hard and painful to grind out
the ones i really enjoyed
my shortest would have been a one shot somwhere, and my longest is the long fic. its only 4 chapters and 40,811 words
lots and lots and lots of noah kahan, and other things depending on the genre and mood
probably a zombie apocolypse fic im writing.
a fic called 'track four', which is the zombie apocolypse one
'The week the world ends seems to last forever. Itâs a whirlwind of emotions, of twists and turns and pains. The days ache and stretch, sunrise to sunset, long hours of sunlight and empty hours of night.'
'He was aware of the message as it hummed in the air, surrounded by nonexistent howls and screams and cries. He was aware of the pain on his face and the IV connected to his arm. He was aware of the voices around him, although unintelligible with the pounding of the roars. Tears was aware that he had survived.'
âSo, Tears, whatâs been bothering you?â âThe past, sir.â âAnd what happened in your past to haunt you now?â âThere was an attack, sir.â âAnd what happened to you during the attack?â âI was attacked.â âAnd what else happened?â âI donât know what you're talking about.â âYou know exactly what I mean.â âIt wasnât my fault.â âBut do you believe that?â âIt wasnât my fault." âItâs okay, I understand. Do you blame yourself?â âIt was my fault. I blame myself, of course I do! Because it was my fault!â âIt wasnât your fault, Tears. None of it was.â
i dont really write funny stuff :/
i cant think of anything
i do my writing on google docs, and most of the planning on paper
probably getting my short story published
not really
took some time to let my brain come up with ideas without trynna force em
most of my stuff is fanfiction
i didnt do any, cause im lazy
uhhhhhh- my dog
i dont have a to do list ngl :)
MOREEEEEEEEE
tysm for the tag @waywardsou2
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FREAKY FRIDAY
SOMI X READER - FT. CHAEYOUNG
TAGS: BODY SWAPPING
2.1K WORDS
âLetâs go to my placeâ you asked your girlfriend after your anniversary date. You give her a playful smile, hinting what you really meant. Chaeyoung who switched bodies with Somi panics. âI-Iâll ask Somi first,â Chaeyoung said. âWhat?â Your reaction made Chaeyoung realize her mistake. âI need to go to the restroomâ she is in a hurry to call her bestfriend. âSomi! Can I spend the night with your boyfriend?â
âWhat do you mean?â Somi acts confused even though she knows where this will lead. âHe asked if we could go to his place,â Chaeyoung explained. Somi took a moment to respond. She does not like the idea that her best friend could have sex with her boyfriend, even if sheâs using her body. But itâs your anniversary, it feels wrong to deprive her boyfriend of a great night. âJ-just still act like youâre me,â Somi says. âNo! No! I would feel guilty!â Chaeyoung does not like the plan. âYouâre still in my body, stupid!â Somi mocks Chaeyoungâs moral compass.
Chaeyoung slowly walks back to your table. âLetâs go,â she said. Walking home, she doesnât know how her bestfriend acts with her boyfriend. âIs Somi clingy like me? A question echoes through her mind. You are walking beside her, feeling puzzled by your girlfriendâs behavior. Her mind seems off to somewhere and not with you. âIs something wrong?â You asked your girlfriend, wanting to know whatâs in her mind. Chaeyoung realized that she canât go on like this. She needs to act like she is the real Somi. She hugs your arm while still walking. âNothing, just work stuff,â she said in a cutesy tone.
Your girlfriend didnât act like this before. She would just hold your hand while walking or whenever you are in public. She also doesnât change her voice to act cute to you. She may act strange but you canât say you didnât like this change in her behavior. You open the door in your apartment. Chaeyoung looks around the room, this is her first time in here. âLook how clean my room is!â You boast to her. Some always criticized how messy your place is but you put the effort into cleaning it for your anniversary. âGood to know! Itâs not a mess in here anymore,â Chaeyoung put it together, even though she got criticized by Somi before due to the same thing.
âI really like your boobs, I wish I could have a busty body like you,â Chaeyoung said while looking at their photos from a photo booth. Somi has a great curve from her nice boobs and fat ass that compliments her tall frame. âWhat! I wish to have a petite body like you!â Somi blurted out. She admires how alluring Chaeyoungâs petite body is. The two continue to exchange compliments while sitting in a Chinese restaurant, not knowing their life will change due to their desires. The two girls head to Somiâs flat. Chaeyoung has been a regular in her place where she now has a dedicated closet to leave her clothes. The two share a conversation in bed until they both sleep the night away.
A sunlight that slips past the curtains woke Chaeyoung first. She looks at the other girl who has her back turned on her. Checking her phone, itâs already 8 am. Slowly standing up, Chaeyoung goes to the restroom half awake. Sheâs sitting in the toilet, looking down on her seemingly long legs. She didnât notice her now longer limbs. Standing up to wash her face. She saw Somi in the reflection. âOh youâre also awakeâ she said. Chaeyoung looks confused that she canât see her face in the mirror. She thought that it's just probably that sheâs still half awake. She washes her face with water to wake up her senses. She can still only see Somi in the reflection but now has a wet face. Chaeyoung shouts in shock at what's happening.
Somi got woken up by the loud scream of the short girl. She sat up at the bed, demanding an explanation with the early commotion. She saw her body standing just outside of the restroom door. Chaeyoung finally saw her body which was still in the bed. Somi even screams louder in shock. Somi walks fast toward her body. The two look flabbergasted while looking at their own faces. âIs that you, Chaeyoung?â Somi asked while holding her own face. âYes I am, youâre Somi right?â She said while holding her body. The two instinctive look in the mirror to have a better sense of whatâs happening. âYouâre in my bodyâ Somi finally concluded. âDid we switch bodies?â Chaeyoung added.
You guided Chaeyoung in the living area. The two of you sit on the couch with the sexual tension growing by the second. âIâm in Somiâs body so itâs okay,â Chaeyoung repeats the phrase in her head, convincing herself that this is okay. She also reminded herself that she is not new to hooking up with strangers. She should treat this situation like just a regular hook up. You noticed that your girlfriend is finally at ease. You hold her cheeks to turn her face towards you. You lean slowly for a kiss which Chaeyoung reciprocates. The two of you exchange slow kisses until both tongues join. You felt the familiar lips of Somi but something is different. Her kisses are more passionate, sheâs not waiting for you to initiate, sheâs the one inviting you to more kisses. You wonder where your girlfriend learned this. It creeps to your mind that she might be cheating but you know her well. She may have learned this with her friends as she shares to you the things her friends told her about their sexual awakenings.
Chaeyoung leans her body more towards you causing you to lay down on the couch. She positions Somiâs hips directly on top of your forming bulge. Somi hasnât done this before. Your girlfriend usually pulls you on top, wanting you to press your body onto her. Somi lets you dominate her but tonight is a different case. Somiâs hand finds your face, holding it to kiss you deeper. Somiâs tongue slithered deep in your mouth, intertwining your tongue. Somi also never used this much tongue before in her kisses. She is more of a lip kiss person. She loves the feeling of both of your lips sucking one another even biting your lower lip occasionally.
Chaeyoung pulls away from a kiss with a bough of your mouth are a wet mess. Chaeyoung got turned on by the sloppy makeout session, brushing aside that sheâs still in Somiâs body. Chaeyoung moves down to your legs until she finds herself in between them. Somiâs hands touch your legs over your pants, slowly creeping towards your visible big bulge. You want to help her out by removing your pants by yourself but she taps your hands away. Chaeyoung notices that your cock might be bigger than most people based on the huge bulge on your pants. Somiâs tongue slowly licks the huge bulge. You may not feel much as you still have your pants but the erotic scene that you just saw is more than enough to increase your libido. Chaeyoung felt your hard cock pulsating under your pants. Somi smirks as she feels validated on how hard cock is now. Somiâs hand reached into your pants unbuttoning it while her teeth found your zipper pulling it down to reveal your stretch underwear.
She canât help but to fantasize about how big your cock really is. She uses Somiâs mouth again to pull down your underwear. Your huge fat cock springs up to slap her face. She remembers Somi telling her that you are also half western - half Asian like her. Somi also said that you might not look like one but you definitely are in the right âparts.â Your huge fat cock almost covers half of Somiâs face. âIâm so-,â you're about to apologize for hitting her face with your cock. But Chaeyoung just holds your huge cock and uses it to slap Somiâs face with it. Somi doesnât like your cock touching her face even giving her a facial is prohibited. Sheâs very conscious about her face and how smooth she is. She thinks that your cock and your cum will harm her flawless face thus she is cautious when giving you a blowjob.
Chaeyoung hits Somiâs face with your cock a few more times before she starts to tap it in her lips. She smiles before licking the tip of your huge cock. Your tip is also bigger than an average cock, almost looking like a small fist that will destroy her insides. Somiâs tongue continues to twirl on all sides of your tip until itâs all wet. She holds your cock with two hands in preparation of putting it inside her mouth. Chaeyoung successfully sucks a third of your cock but itâs already touching her throat. She removes your cock in her mouth to catch some air. She realized that Somi's mouth is smaller than hers, the sheer size of your cock also didnât make things easy for her. She moves down to your balls, sucking them before giving your shaft a lick from the bottom up to your tip. She also licks the sides of your shaft, lubricating them for her to swallow all of it. Her ego would not let her give up that easily. She may be in Somiâs body but that doesnât mean she has Somiâs limitations. Chaeyoung tries to deepthroat your huge cock again. Your fat cock reaches her again but instead of pulling back. She forcefully plunges her face deeper in your cock. The two of you left a groan as you both felt how Somiâs throat got stretched by your fat cock.
Somi looks like a mess like you have never seen before. Tears are forming through her bloodshot eyes. Her mouth is filled with drool as your cock is still deep in her throat. This is the deeper your cock reaches her tight throat. You did not know that your girlfriend can be this messy. Chaeyoung tried to move her face back and forth but your fat cock is blocking the airway. She let go of your saliva filled cock to catch her breath. She felt drools drop down to her boobs. That's when she remembers what Somiâs body has; a nice pair of tits. She instructed you to sit straight on the couch while she removed her top to reveal her well shaped boobs. She kneeled in front of you, putting your cock in between her boobs. Your cock is still wet enough that it lubricates her boobs as well. Somiâs boobs have the perfect balance of size and shape. Her rounded boobs hide the fact of how soft they really are. Somiâs mouth catches the tip of your cock. Somi continues sucks the tip of your cock while your shaft is being pressed in between her soft boobs.
Chaeyoung uses Somiâs tongue again. She alternately swirls her tongue on your tip before sucking it again. She made sure to make a sloppy slurping sound for you to hear how much she likes sucking your fat cock. Your cock twitches, you know that if she continues to suck your cock like this, you canât help but to bust on her mouth. You tap her head signaling her to slow down. âYou learn this from Chaeyoung right?â Chaeyoung was surprised with your sudden remarks. âI heard from her past partners that sheâs a great sucker,â you added. A smile forms in Somiâs mouth. She didnât know that her exes go around town telling how great her mouth is. âWant to have a threesome with her?â Chaeyoung asked teasingly. âC-can we? Would you get mad?â This is the first time your girlfriend brings up a threesome idea. âIâll think about it,â Chaeyoung says before she continues to suck your fat cock. Your fat cock is still near to bust and she knows it. She bobs her head up and down while she sucks your cock so tightly you can see her cheeks caving in. Chaeyoung felt your cock twitch again, she removed your cock in her mouth and directed it in her Somiâs face. Spurts of cum hit her soft face from her forehead to her nose bridge down her lips and chin. Somiâs untouched face is now covered with loads of your cum. She gets a hold of your cock again, using it to smear your cum all over her face. She canât hide how mesmerized she is with your fat cock as she continues to slap it in Somiâs mouth. You hang your head back to take a breath. You havenât cum this much for a long time. You feel your girlfriend leave your cock, you look back up to see Somiâs boobs are dangling while removing her pants. She smiles as she slowly walks back to you.
#reader smut#k pop smut#twice smut#twice x reader#chaeyoung smut#chaeyoung x reader#somi smut#somi x reader
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truly, madly, deeply - toji fushiguro
summary: since you left him, toji has been indulging in nothing but bad habits. he makes an impulsive decision stumbling home from the bar one night
warning: post-breakup angst, mentions of heavy drinking, depression, being numb, a whole lot of angst
itâs lateâtoo late for toji to still be out. the bar is nearly empty, quiet except for the scraping sound of chairs as the staff begins their nightly routine of wiping tables and stacking stools. the bartender shoots toji an unimpressed glance as he sets down another glass of whiskey in front of him, grumbling about closing tabs soon. toji doesnât argue, just wraps his calloused fingers around the glass and lets the amber liquid burn as it slides down his throat. itâs painful, but the familiar sting is something heâs come to crave recently. as much as it hurts, he tries to savor the taste before throwing some cash on the table and heading out.
itâs the kind of quiet that makes the weight in his chest feel unbearable, pressing harder against ribs that have long since forgotten what itâs like to feel light.Â
he stumbles out of the bar, unsteady on his feet, muttering curses under his breath as he fumbles for his phone in his coat pocket. outside, the cold bites at his skin, the damp air clinging to him as the rain had never truly stopped.Â
the screen glows dimly, the battery dangerously low, but itâs enough to illuminate the list of names he hasnât touched in weeks. his thumb hovers over the screen, scrolling sluggishly past contacts that donât matter. then he sees your name. and time stands still.Â
for a long moment, all he can do is stare. his thumb trembles, hesitating, like his drunk mind is at war with itself. thereâs a part of him that knows better, that knows he should put the phone back in his pocket and walk away. but the other partâthe louder, more desperate partâwins. his thumb moves, and the call begins to ring.
once. twice. three times.
toji squeezes his eyes shut, already regretting his actions. heâs not your problem anymore. he lost the right to call you, to hear your voice, to ask for comfort. and yet, here he is, a fool hoping for a miracle at a time when no one should be awake.
âtoji?â
he freezes. he hasnât heard your voice in⊠how long has it been? the days have blurred together into a haze of alcohol and sleepless nights since you left. he grips the phone tighter, his throat suddenly dry.
âheyâ he drawls. thereâs a pause on your end. he cringes when he hears a muffled yawn from you.Â
âitâs late. are you okay?â. your voice is soft, groggy from the sleep he undoubtedly pulled you from. his heart breaks at the sound of it.Â
âyeah. -m fine. jusââŠ.â he slurs.Â
âtoji⊠are you drunk?â your voice, laced with concern, strikes a nerve. you sound just as worried as it always did when it came to him, a tone he doesnât think he deserves anymore. youâve seen these parts of him beforeâthe ones he hides from the world but somehow always let slip in front of you.Â
ânahâ he lies. âjust a little⊠tipsyâ. his feet shuffle clumsily against the wet pavement as he stumbles down the block. he feels everything and nothing all at onceâsilly, hopeless, in love, and heartbroken.Â
âtojiââ your voice is soft but unmistakably disappointed. itâs a tone heâs heard before, one that digs under his ski. he knows that sound. itâs the same one you used to have when he broke promises, when he let you down, when he let himself down.
there are countless reasons why you and toji arenât together anymoreâreasons that keep replaying in his mind whenever he has too much to drink. but none of those reasons stop you from caring about him, even now. and that makes it worse somehow.
âlistenâŠâ his voice drops lower, thick with the slur of alcohol. âi know itâs late. sâprobably real stupid to call, huh?â. he laughs, but itâs half-hearted, a dry, almost painful sound.
your silence is heavy and suffocating. toji knows youâre probably shaking your head right now, caught between concern and frustration. he can picture it so clearlyâhow youâre probably biting your lip, wanting to say something but holding back. it almost makes him smile.
as the silence stretches, the sound of heavy rainfall in the background fills the space, a constant, rhythmic sound that matches the beat of his tired, aching heart.
âwhere are you?â you ask, your voice barely audible above the rain.
he blinks, his mind swimming in a fog that doesnât seem to clear. heâs disoriented for a second, now realizing that heâs walked in the wrong direction. âwhy?â he mumbles, a slight frown tugging at his lips.
âbecause iâm coming to get youâ you reply, your tone gentle but firm. âyou shouldnât be out aloneâ. toji closes his eyes for a moment, your words sinking in, a warmth creeping through his chest despite the alcohol and the cold rain. he hears the shuffle of movement on your end of the line, and he can almost see itâthe way youâre probably slipping into those ridiculous bunny slippers he always teased you about.Â
a small, tired smile threatens to break through as leans back against a lamppost. âdonât botherâ he mutters, the words slipping out before he can stop them. âiâm fineâ. another lie, but he doesnât expect you to believe it.
âtell me where you areâ you demand. heâll take your tone over no contact with you any day.Â
âalways so good. so⊠responsibleâ he mutters, the words slurring as his mind drifts. âyou donât gotta save me, yâknow? iâm fine. always fineâ he drags out.
âtoji, tell me where you areâ your voice is stern. itâs the same tone you used when he was in trouble, the same one youâd use when he messed up, the same one you used when you finally told him you were done.
he slumps against the cold, damp wall of the nearest building, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. he mutters the name of the street, barely audible, his words jumbled and ragged.
âiâm on my wayâ you tell him. thereâs a brief pause before you add, âstay thereâ. for once, he listens. toji just stands thereâ drunk, stupid, soaked and numb to the rain as it continues to hit him.Â
he doesnât know how long it takes before your car finally pulls up. the headlights shine bright, momentarily blinding him. he blinks a few times and there you areâstepping out of the car, pulling a coat around yourself and wondering how heâs been out here this long. you look at him, and for a split second, toji sees everything heâs been trying to drown out. disappointment flickers behind your eyes, sharp and painful. but thereâs something else there tooâworry.Â
âtojiâŠâ you sigh, a sound filled with exhaustion. he feels it in his chest like a punch. heâs happy to see you, but upset that youâre out here in the storm, chasing after him like this.
âyou didnât have to comeâ he mutters, but even as he says it, he stands up straighterâforcing himself to make the effort, even if itâs not convincing. his legs feel heavy, like theyâre made of lead, but he tries to pull himself together. he doesnât want you to see how much heâs been drowning.
your gaze doesnât miss anything. heâs drenched, soaked to the bone, his clothes clinging to him, but worse than thatâheâs drunk. and sad. more sad than heâs let on, even to himself. he knows it. you know it. itâs clear to you both that he hasnât been taking care of himselfânot in the way you always hoped he would.
âget in the carâ you say, the command simple but firm. your voice is steady, unaffected by the storm, and it somehow cuts through the haze of his thoughts.
he doesnât argue. not with you. not when youâre looking at him like that, not when he knows youâre right, and youâve always been right about him.
---
the drive is quiet at first. the only sound is the soft hum of the heat, keeping toji from succumbing to hypothermia, and the rain as it taps steadily against the windshield. toji sits slouched in the passenger seat, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes half-lidded as he stares out the window. his gaze is distant, unfocusedâlost in the mess of his own thoughts.
âyou shouldnât drink like this,â you say, breaking the silence. your voice is soft but firm. âitâs dangerous.â
toji doesnât respond immediately. you can see the way his jaw tightens, his shoulders stiffen just slightly. heâs a big guy, tough, but even toji has his limits. he might not show it, but you know how close he is to the edge. and tonight, itâs clear that heâs just a few drinks away from being completely inebriated.
âdonât start with meâ he mutters, his voice rough with frustration. youâve heard that tone beforeâthe one he gets when heâs pushed, when he knows heâs in the wrong but doesnât want to hear it.
you sigh quietly to yourself, knowing exactly where this conversation is going. youâd always had a habit of acting like his mother, trying to take care of him, trying to get him to listen to reason. itâs inevitable, reallyâtoji always acted like a child in so many ways, and you, stubborn as you are, always fell into the role of the one who tried to save him.
âhow many times have iââ you begin, but he cuts you off before you can finish.
âi know!â he snaps, his voice sharper than he means it to be. âi know, alright?â
the words hang in the air between you, heavy with the tension that always lingers when the two of you argue. youâre quiet for a moment, the only sound now the swish of the windshield wipers fighting against the rain.
you grip the steering wheel a little tighter, steadying yourself. the urge to push, to argue further, is strong, but you know better than to start that fight now. the last thing he needs is more words thrown at him, more of your frustration tangled up in his guilt.
right now isnât the time to argue.
"then why?" you ask quietly, your voice barely rising above the sound of rain hitting the car.
toji presses his head back against the seat and lets out a humorless laugh. âwhy not?â he replies, his words slurred but sharp enough to sting.
you furrow your brows. heâs being difficult, like alwaysâpushing you away with his deflection, his refusal to take anything seriously. âthatâs not an answerâ you say, glancing at him briefly before returning your eyes to the road.
toji turns his head to look at you then, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the car. the streetlights outside streak shadows across his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes, the weariness etched into his features. he looks tiredânot just from tonight, but from everything.
âi donât owe you an answerâ he says after a moment, his voice quieter now.
itâs true. he doesnât owe you anything, not after everything. not after the way you left, after the way you shattered him. you feel a pang of guilt in your chest, sharp and unforgiving, but you push it down.
âiâd still like to knowâ you admit, your voice softer now, almost hesitant.
he doesnât respond right away. instead, he turns his gaze back to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. the silence stretches between you again, heavy and unyielding, but you donât press him further. youâve learned by now that toji wonât be pushed into answers heâs not ready to give.
the road ahead blurs slightly through the rain, and for a moment, you wonder if youâll ever be able to bridge the distance between the two of you.
he scoffs, turning his gaze back to the window. âwhatâs the point?â. itâs not a question meant for youâitâs one heâs been asking himself for a while now. you chew on your bottom lip, trying to think of what to say next, though youâre not sure anything will make a difference.
âyou donât always have to carry everything by yourselfâ you finally sigh.
toji snorts, a bitter sound that cuts through the tension. âyeah? and whoâs gonna help me? you?â
the sharpness in his tone catches you off guard, and you flinch despite yourself. his words hit harder than they should, not because theyâre unfair, but because theyâre true. you left. you made the choice to walk away, and now youâre here, pretending you can fix something that might never be fixable.
he notices. if thereâs one thing tojiâs always been good at, itâs noticing things, even when heâs drunk and falling apart. he exhales heavily, rubbing a hand over his face. âsorryâ he mutters, his voice quieter now. âi didnât mean thatâ.
you know he didnât. tojiâs harsh words were never the ones that hurt the mostâitâs the truth buried in them that stings.
âitâs fineâ you reply quietly, your gaze fixed on the road ahead. but itâs not fine, and you both know it.
neither of you says anything for the rest of the drive. the rain continues to tap against the windshield as the distance between you grows wider.
---
toji doesnât move after you park your car. he just sits there, staring blankly at the dashboard like it holds answers to questions heâll never ask. his shoulders are slumped, his jaw tight. even with the alcohol dulling his senses, his thoughts refuse to let him rest.
âyou wanna go inside?â you turn to look at him, suppressing the urge to reach over.
he blinks, the question pulling him back to the present. âyeahâ he mutters, but his body remains rooted to the seat.
you donât rush him. moments like these are rareâwhen toji lets you see him vulnerable. itâs heartbreaking, and it makes you ache in ways you thought youâd forgotten.
instead of pressing him, you wait. heâs always been a man who needs time to gather himself. and tonight, for whatever reason, heâs letting you stay long enough to witness it.
eventually, he exhales, a slow, shaky breath that seems to release some of the tension coiled in his chest.
finally, toji looks at you. really looks at you. his eyes are glassy, the alcohol making them more vulnerable than youâve seen in a long time.
âyouâre too good for thisâ he says, his voice heavy with sadness. itâs not just the words that hit youâitâs the way he says them, like heâs admitting something heâs been too scared to face. for the first time, toji acknowledges thereâs something wrong with him. that something is his fault.
âfor what?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
âfor meâ he says almost defeated. âiâm no good. iâm just⊠thisâ he gestures vaguely at himself, his hand falling back to his side as if the effort of even that small movement is too much.
itâs clear in the way heâs looking at you that he means it. that heâs thought about this, felt it deep in his bones. youâre not sure if heâd ever admit it sober, but tonight, itâs out there in the open.
you donât know what to say to that. words feel inadequate, like theyâll only make things worse.Â
âyou should get some restâ you whisper instead. âitâs lateâ.
toji releases a breath, his gaze shifting to your apartment building. heâs been here countless times before. but itâs different now. where he used to feel at home, he suddenly feels like a stranger.Â
âokayâ. his footsteps echo softly behind you.
when he walks in, all the memories come rushing back. the faint scent of the candle you always light fills his nose. the throw blanket draped over the couch is in the same place itâs always been. even the little detailsâthe spaces in your home where youâd made room for himâare still there. his boots still sit by the door, his favorite mug in the cabinet, the sweatshirt he thought heâd lost folded neatly.
you lead him to your room without a word, offering him a towel and setting a pair of dry clothes on the bed. theyâre hisâ clothes he left behind when things fell apart. you didnât have the heart to throw them out, and he didnât have the heart to come back for them.
âyouâll get sickâ you mutter, setting a black shirt and grey sweats on the bathroom sink before turning to leave. you always fussed over him like thisâstill do, even now. toji doesnât know what to do with the tight ache in his chest. he wants to cry.
by the time he emerges from the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in warm clothes, he hears the hum of the dryer from the hallway. of course, youâd snuck in while he was washing up to scoop his sopping clothes off the floor.
in your room, youâre finishing fixing the bed, smoothing the sheets and adding extra pillowsâjust the way he likes. it doesnât escape him, the way you still remember these small details.
âi can take the couchâ he says, his voice low and reluctant.
you shake your head, dismissing the offer as you grab a pillow and blanket for yourself. âsleepâ you say firmly, leaving no room for argument.
he hesitates for a moment, but the exhaustion weighing on him makes it hard to fight back. his body aches for rest, and though a part of him wants to address the unspoken words that hang heavy between you, he knows itâs not the time.Â
âweâll talk laterâ you whisper as you step toward the door, your hand brushing the light switch.
toji watches you for a moment, standing there in the dim glow of the hallway. his throat tightens, and he wants to say somethingâanythingâbut no words come out. instead, he nods silently as you turn off the light and leave him alone in the room.
âthanksâ he murmurs, his voice so quiet itâs almost lost in the stillness of the room. but you hear it.
toji lies awake in the bed you once shared, staring at the ceiling. the familiarity of it all threatens to undo himâthe soft sheets, the faint scent of you lingering on the pillow. itâs overwhelming.Â
he wonders, not for the first time, how someone like you ever loved him. the thought twists in his chest, sharp with regret. he thinks about how things ended, how he pushed you away, and yet here you areâoffering him kindness he doesnât deserve.
the bed feels empty without you beside him, but as his heavy eyelids finally close, he clings to the comfort of your lingering presence. itâs enough, for now, to ease the ache as he drifts off to sleep.
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So I've known Winter since she was a weird little goth egg who borrowed my jewelry, but she's never asked for my expertise as a large animal veterinarian before. Winter doesn't have large animals. Winter has three cats, brothers, named Sauce, High Fructose Corn Syrup, and Bobby. (Bobby is the ginger one.)
So I wasn't sure what was up when she told me to bring my "hoof stuff" and not to tell anyone, but you know, she's my friend. An hour's drive and a little secrecy is nothing.
She met me at the door and escorted me upstairs and into her bedroom, and there was a demon lying on the bed. Red. Horns. Tail. Winter's grandma's quilt over him. Very confused expression.
"He says he hasn't had hoof care for a long time," Winter explained. "Apparently conditions in Pandemonium kind of suck."
Well, that, at least, was straightforward. "Yeah, I'll take a look at them. You owe me an explanation or five."
"Not really much to explain," Winter said apologetically. "I needed help with biochem."
"There are about ten thousand ways that statement does not lead to this situation."
"Oh, come on, like you've never tried to summon a demon to do your homework."
"No, as a matter of fact, I haven't, because that's academic cheating and as a vet, it could be a life or death matter for me to actually know stuff. Also demons aren'tâ" You can't exactly say demons aren't real with one watching you. "Necessarily any better at biochem than I am. So you tried some spell andâoh. Ouch. Yeah, that's a gnarly looking hoof, you're going to need some treatment on that. Looks like maybe you haven't been walking around much?" That was to the demon. "Because the edges should wear down if you have proper room to move."
"I don't." His voice was softer than I expected. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Hoof trim," I said, "first of all. Have you had anything to eat? Do you need anything to eat?"
"I ordered door dash from the Indian place half an hour ago," Winter said. "Should be any minute. It's the only decent vegetarian place around here and I really don't want to deal with the whole question of which critters are acceptable to eat across cultural differences, soâyeah. See, the problem is, Asgrvanisaghl has been through a lot since some asshole 'higher demon' put his name in a grimoire, which means that we've got to find a way to block summonings as necessary or at least keep him from getting controlled when they happen."
"I don't do magic," I said, laying out my bag of tools, "I do comfortable hooves. Although, you know, you could call in Shawn. He's got that mythology special interest going on."
"I texted him. He can come by tomorrow but he's doing a thing."
I nodded. "You are probably," I told the demon, "going to have to repeat the name you want me to use for you several times before I get it. I'm not great with pronunciation. Right, so hoof trimming tools probably look different where you're from, but the principles should be the same. This isâ"
"Why are you doing this?"
I shrugged. "I mean. We're humans."
"Butâno. Humans want great wealth, or they want their rivals removed, or they want the love of the most beautiful woman in the land, or they wantâother thingsâ"
"Humans are bastards sometimes and they should not have treated you like that."
He didn't seem to know what to do with that statement.
"But the main thing about humans is that we clump up in groups. You wanna guess what group me and Winter were in, in high school?"
He shook his head wordlessly.
"The group of kids that didn't fit in. Queer, autistic, whatever. And believe me I'm going to call in all of us until we can make sure you're safe."
"But. I'm not one of you."
I shrugged again. "You are now."
The demon collapsed onto your bed. A vacant stare in his eye as he uttered âthis is the 10,000th time Iâve been summoned. can we make it easy? Please?â
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