#HOW IS THAT AN OK THING TO SAY TO A STRANGER AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY

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sometimes I'm like I should socialize more then I remember the time I was at a party and 2 complete strangers I had been having a conversation with started talking for like 10 minutes abt their abusive exes while I stood there silently before one of them actually turned and asked me if I had ever had an abusive ex

[woniedarlin]

can you, perhaps, do an idol! jungwon x reader fanfic? the setting would be reader accidentally texting jungwon and the reader is an engene as well, actually, but then reader and won keep talking but he doesn't reveal he is an idol until later!! reader could be in the industry as like a staff or smth!

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pairing: idol! Jungwon x staff! reader

synopsis: As a hardworking staff member at HYBE, the last thing you expected was to accidentally text the wrong number in the middle of a busy day. But instead of a confused reply, the person on the other end kept the conversation going. He was funny, easy to talk to, and somehow, you found yourself looking forward to his messages. You didn’t know his name, his face, or even his voice but you liked him. Which was ridiculous, right?

Oh, and the person you were texting? Yeah. It was Jungwon. THE Jungwon from enhypen.

author's note: Thank you for the amazing request, Anonie! I must say, it took me a whole month to finish this, but it was definitely worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy reading, everyone! 💖

warning: This is just for the plot and should never be taken seriously. Do NOT text random strangers 😭 and don’t ever fall for someone just through texting. Mentions of cursing and also slight angst.

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n @layzfy

You: bro wtf where r u???

You angrily jabbed at your screen. It was late, you were exhausted, and your friend, your so-called reliable colleague, was missing in action when you needed them most.

You: i swear to god if u left me to deal with this alone i’m blocking u forever.

A few seconds passed, and then-

Unknown Number: uh… hi??

You frowned. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

You: ???

You: don’t play dumb. u know what u did.

Unknown Number: i actually don’t. i think u have the wrong number??

Your eyes widened.

Oh.

OH.

You immediately scrolled up, checking the number you had just texted, only to realize that you had completely messed up one digit in your rush.

You: …omg wait. ur not Jiho?

Unknown Number: pretty sure i’m not.

You: oh my god kill me now. i’m so sorry.

Unknown Number: lmao it’s cool. what did this guy do to deserve ur wrath tho??

You sighed and debated whether or not to answer. But at this point, you’d already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go all in.

You: he bailed on me. we were supposed to finish this event setup for work but guess who’s suddenly “busy” 🙄

Unknown Number: damn. fake friend behavior.

You: RIGHT?? like i love him but i will fight him.

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Then, it appeared again.

Unknown Number: sounds like a rough job. must be intense working in the industry.

You blinked at your screen. That was… a little specific.

You: wait, how’d u know it’s the industry??

Unknown Number: u mentioned an event setup. unless ur hosting birthday parties on a tuesday night, i figured.

You: touché.

Unknown Number: so what do u do?

You hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t like this was confidential information, but still…should you be talking about work with a total stranger? Then again, you had already gone on a rant about your missing-in-action coworker, so what harm would a little more do?

You: just staff stuff. event coordination, assisting with schedules, making sure idols don’t get lost on the way to their own stages. u know. the usual.

Unknown Number: sounds like a nightmare.

You: it is <3

You chuckled, shaking your head at how easy it was to talk to this person.

Unknown Number: u must meet a lot of idols then.

You sighed.

You: yeah but it’s not as exciting as u think. they’re just people. some r nice, some r annoying, some act like they don’t know what a clock is.

Unknown Number: LOL. any favorites?

You raised an eyebrow at that.

You: what, r u an idol fan?

Unknown Number: maybe.

You: ok mysterious.

Unknown Number: u didn’t answer tho.

You hummed and think.

You: idk. if i had to pick… maybe enhypen? they’re cool.

A beat of silence. Then,

Unknown Number: good taste.

Weird. Before you could think too much about it, another message popped up.

Unknown Number: anyway, u still mad at ur friend or did u forgive him?

You rolled your eyes.

You: still mad. he better buy me food.

Unknown Number: solid plan. u deserve compensation.

You: exactly!! u get it.

And just like that, the conversation flowed on, stretching far past the frustration that started it. You didn’t know who this person was, but they were easy to talk to, and for some reason, you didn’t mind keeping the conversation going.

🫐

Over the next few weeks, your accidental text became a daily habit. You didn’t know why, but talking to this stranger was easy. Maybe it was because he had no expectations of you. He wasn’t a coworker, a superior, or an idol to impress. He was just some guy who sent back sarcastic texts and asked surprisingly thoughtful questions.

And for Jungwon, it was the opposite.

For the first time in a long while, he got to be a normal person. Not Jungwon, leader of Enhypen. Just some random guy in your messages. He didn’t have to worry about his image or if he was saying the right thing. You didn’t treat him differently. You teased him, called him bro, and sent blurry dinner photos.

And he liked it.

Maybe he never corrected you when you called him a nobody. Perhaps he looked forward to your messages more than he should.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t tell you the truth.

🫐

You groaned as you dropped onto a chair in the break room. You are completely drained, and the past few hours have been horrible. Running back and forth between different rooms, handling last-minute requests, and nearly getting run over by a staff member pushing a cart too fast. At this point, your legs were made of jelly, your back ached, and your only source of comfort was-

You: listen here, u lil gremlin. i am suffering.

Unknown Number: ???

Unknown Number: what did i do this time 😭

You: EXIST. why am i here working my ass off while u get to sit there and breathe??

Unknown Number: maybe bc u have a job and i’m just a mysterious, incredibly cool stranger on the internet

You: mysterious, incredibly cool GREMLIN.

You: actually no. goblin. u give goblin energy.

Jungwon almost choked on his water. Goblin??

Unknown Number: EXCUSE ME.

Unknown Number: what part of me gives goblin energy???

You: idk. just a vibe. like a smug little goblin who laughs at my suffering.

Jungwon did, in fact, laugh at that. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

Unknown Number: ok but real talk. what’s making u suffer this time

You: running around hybe like a headless chicken. setting up for another event. also why do idols need so many rooms. just share a table or smth smh.

Jungwon raised a brow.

Hybe.

So, you worked at Hybe. That confirmed it. You were in the same building as him, probably passing by his team without even realizing it.

Unknown Number: sounds rough. u need a raise tbh.

You: RIGHT?? finally someone with common sense.

Unknown Number: goblin says u should go get a snack or smth before u pass out.

You sighed before standing up and walking toward the nearest vending machine.

You: fine. but only bc goblin said so.

Jungwon grinned. He could get used to this nickname.

🫐

You still didn’t know his real name, and he still hadn’t told you what he did for a living. But weirdly enough, you didn’t mind.

One evening, after another long day of work, you flopped onto your bed and grabbed your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something random about u.

Unknown Number: hmm. i like cats.

You: ok well that’s basic. try again.

Unknown Number: wow ok. rude.

Unknown Number: fine. i used to do taekwondo when i was younger.

You: woah. that’s kinda cool. do u still remember any moves?

Unknown Number: maybe. depends. why? u planning to fight me?

You: depends. are u annoying today?

Unknown Number: always.

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself.

Unknown Number: ok my turn. tell me something random about u.

You: hmm. i can survive on just ramen and coffee for a whole week.

Unknown Number: that is not something to brag about.

You: shh. survival skills.

Unknown Number: more like self-destruction skills.

You laughed.

It was weird how easy it was to talk to him. Even without knowing what he looked like or what he did, you felt like you could tell him anything.

And somehow, you got the feeling that he felt the same way.

As you continued texting, an idea popped into your head.

You: btw. i’m giving u a nickname.

Unknown Number: oh? should i be concerned?

You: yes. but it’s happening anyway.

You changed his contact name and took a screenshot.

You: congrats. ur now “goblin” in my phone. [image attached]

Goblin: goblin again???? why.

You: idk u give me goblin vibes.

Goblin: i don’t know if i should be honored or offended.

You: both.

Goblin: …fair.

You grinned to yourself. Yeah, “Goblin” suited him just fine.

🫐

It was ridiculous.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. This was getting out of control and liking someone you’d never seen. Someone you only knew through texts and calls? It was wild. But talking to Goblin had somehow become the best part of your day.

It wasn’t just his humor or the way he matched your sarcasm. It was the way he listened. The way he remembered small details. He never made you feel like you were talking too much, even when you went on long-winded rants about work.

And that was the problem.

Because now, you were catching feelings for someone who was like a ghost. What the fuck?

You sighed and stared at your phone.

You: goblin. tell me something.

Goblin: what kind of something?

You: something about you. anything.

Goblin: hmm. okay. i like late-night drives.

You: oh? fancy. what else?

Goblin: i sing a lot, but only when i’m alone.

You smiled.

You: what if ur actually really good but no one knows?

Goblin: oh, people know.

You paused, eyebrows furrowing.

You: ?? do u perform or smth?

There was a long pause.

Goblin: nah… let’s say i’ve had some practice.

You stared at the screen. You felt an odd feeling. But before you could ask more, he changed the subject.

And this was the pattern.

You’d ask about him, he’d give vague answers. It wasn’t like he was lying. He wasn’t telling you everything.

Meanwhile, Jungwon was losing his mind.

He liked you. Way more than he should.

He knew he should tell you the truth…that he wasn’t just some random guy but an idol, an Enhypen member, someone you admired without realizing he was the same person you texted every day.

But how was he supposed to do that without making you feel betrayed?

It didn’t help that you unknowingly talked about him all the time.

You: work was chaos today. my team had to set up for an engene event, and guess what? i had to carry a life-sized jungwon cutout.

Goblin: oh? lucky u. he’s pretty cool.

You: pls. i had to carry his smug face up three flights of stairs. not fun.

Goblin: bet he was judging u the whole way.

You: EXACTLY. i could hear him in my head like “hurry up, bitch.”

Jungwon nearly choked on his drink.

You: i mean, i love him, but he def gives rich, spoiled cat vibes.

Goblin: wow. tell me how u really feel.

You: LMAO SORRY. no but fr, i respect him a lot. he works so hard.

Goblin: yeah… he really does.

Jungwon smiled to himself.

But the longer he kept the truth from you, the worse it felt.

One day, he was going to have to tell you.

He just didn’t know how.

🫐

You had one job. Just one.

Don’t freak out. Don’t stare. Be professional.

Yet, here you were, standing in the same hallway as enhypen. Your heart was racing.

You hadn’t even meant to run into them. You were trying to deliver some documents to another department when you turned a corner, and bam! almost crashed straight into Jungwon himself.

“Ah, sorry!” You quickly stepped back and bowed.

“It’s okay,” he replied casually.

You kept your head down, gripping the files in your hands. You knew the rules. Staff weren’t supposed to interact too much with idols unless necessary. So, you did what you always did. You kept moving, not making eye contact.

But the moment you were out of sight, you whipped out your phone.

You: BRO WTF I JUST BUMPED INTO ENHYPEN HELP

Goblin: oh? ur alive?

You: BARELY. I almost DIED. I ran straight into Jungwon.

Goblin: sounds like a skill issue tbh.

You: SHUT UP. Anyway, I had to act normal and not fangirl. Pain.

Goblin: so u saw Jungwon up close, huh? thoughts?

You: he’s… really handsome actually like stupidly handsome.

Jungwon, reading the text, blinked.

Wait.

Something clicked in his head.

You just said you bumped into Enhypen.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to earlier.

A staff member had walked past them, avoiding eye contact. He hadn’t paid much attention, but now that he thought about it…

That had been you.

Jungwon’s breath hitched.

Holy shit.

You were the staff member he had occasionally seen around the company. He’d thought you were pretty before, but it never crossed his mind that you were you.

Now, everything made sense. The things you ranted about, your schedule, and the way you always seemed to know too much about his events.

He grinned to himself.

Goblin: so… if u had to rank the members by looks, where would jungwon be?

You: pls don’t expose me but top 1 actually. his visuals are insane irl.

Jungwon nearly dropped his phone.

🫐

Ever since Jungwon pieced together your identity, he couldn’t help but pay more attention whenever he saw you at the company.

It wasn’t full-on stalking. No, he wasn’t that creepy. But he started noticing little things.

Like how you always ran around, papers in hand, sometimes looking stressed and sometimes smiling at your coworkers. How you always carried an energy drink in the morning, eyes barely open as you dragged yourself through the halls. How you always pulled out your phone at random moments to text him.

And, most of all, how you never once looked at him.

Jungwon found it amusing. You had no idea that the same person you were texting as “Goblin” was now actively looking for you in a crowd.

He casually walked by your usual routes, trying to confirm his suspicions. If you were near, he’d glance discreetly, watching your reactions. You were always professional, always busy, always avoiding unnecessary attention.

But then, one day, he decided to test his theory.

Exhausted, you were standing near the entrance, rubbing your temples as another staff member spoke to you. You were frustrated, probably from another long day of work.

Jungwon, a few steps away, discreetly pulled out his phone and typed.

Goblin: u alive?

A second later, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Jungwon didn’t even need to guess. The way your entire demeanor changed was all the confirmation he needed. Your tired frown softened. Your lips curled into a small smile.

Bingo.

Now he knew it was 100% you.

Later that night, he picked up his phone again.

Goblin: so, when’s ur funeral?

You: idk but work is definitely killing me first.

Goblin: want me to fight ur boss?

You: pls. throw hands.

Jungwon chuckled to himself. Oh, if only you knew.

🫐

It was late. You sat on your bed, staring at your phone screen. Without thinking too much about it, you opened your messages.

You: Goblin, you up?

A few seconds passed before the typing bubble appeared.

Goblin: For you? Always. What’s up?

You hesitated. You weren’t usually the type to unload your emotions onto others, but something about him…about this…felt safe.

You: I’m just tired. Really tired.

You: Sometimes I feel like no matter how hard I work, no one actually sees it.

You: Like, I put in all this effort, and it’s just… expected. Nothing special. And if I mess up even a little, suddenly it’s a big deal.

You stared at your screen, debating if you should delete the message, but a reply came in before you could.

Goblin: I know exactly how that feels.

That made you pause.

You: You do?

Goblin: Yeah.

Goblin: It’s like… the pressure never stops. People only see the results, not the work behind it. And when you succeed, it’s just “as expected.” But when you fail? That’s when they notice.

That was oddly specific.

You: Exactly. Like, can someone just acknowledge how exhausting it is??

Goblin: You deserve that acknowledgment. Even if no one else says it, I will: You’re doing amazing. And I mean that.

A small smile tugged at your lips despite the frustration.

You: Thanks, Goblin. That means a lot.

Goblin: Anytime.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. Then,

Goblin: Can I tell you something too?

You sat up a little straighter.

You: Of course.

A few seconds passed before he responded.

Goblin: Sometimes I feel like people don’t actually know me. They see what they want to see. They have all these expectations, and I try to meet them, but at the end of the day… I wonder if anyone would still like me if I wasn’t what they expected.

You stared at the message, something about it making your heart ache a little.

You: That sounds lonely.

Goblin: It is. But I guess I’ve gotten used to it.

Your fingers hovered over the screen keyboard before you started typing.

You: Well, I don’t know about them, but I like you. Just as you are. Even if you’re secretly a weirdo who texts strangers in the middle of the night.

There was a pause, then-

Goblin: Wow. I was about to be all deep and emotional, and you just had to call me a weirdo.

You laughed softly.

You: I’m just saying, you’re pretty cool. Whoever you are.

You didn’t realize it, but on the other side of the screen, Jungwon stared at your message for a long time. He felt something that was terrifying.

Because for the first time in a long while, he felt seen. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that.

🫐

It’s late at night again, and you’re sitting at home, exhausted after another grueling day at work. Your feet ache, and your body feels heavy, but despite your exhaustion, you’re still awake because of him.

Your phone is open to your messages with Goblin, and you hesitate before typing.

You: be honest. do you ever think about what it’d be like if we met irl?

Jungwon, who was lying in bed, staring at his screen, felt his stomach drop.

Oh no.

Jungwon’s fingers hovered over his screen. His heart pounded as he read your message over and over again. Of course, he had thought about it every single day since realizing who you were. But if you knew who he really was… would you still want to meet?

After a long pause, he finally replied.

Goblin: hmm, maybe… but what if we meet and you’re disappointed?

He winced after sending it. That was a cowardly response, dodging the real issue.

Your reply came almost instantly.

You: lmao please. i bet ur like a middle-aged man with a receding hairline

You: but honestly. i do wonder. it’s weird, right? liking someone u never met??

Jungwon’s stomach flipped. Liking?

Before he could stop himself, his lips curled into a small smile. Did you really mean that? Or was it just a casual way of speaking? He needed to be careful.

Goblin: do u? like me, i mean

The second he sent it, he regretted it. It felt too direct. What if you got weirded out? He considered sending a follow-up message to downplay it, but before he could, his phone vibrated.

You: idk. maybe?

Jungwon stared at the screen, his ears burning. You liked him? But you didn’t even know who he was.

And that was the problem.

He couldn’t keep lying to you.

Taking a deep breath, Jungwon sat up in bed. His fingers moved over his keyboard, hesitating for a long moment before he typed-

Goblin: Hey, can I call you?

🫐

Your phone buzzed in your hand. An incoming call. From Goblin.

Your stomach flipped. He had never called before. Hesitating for a second, you stared at the screen before finally answering.

“Hello?”

There was a pause, then-

“Hey.”

Your breath hitched. His voice was… smooth. Gentle. Familiar in a way. You sat up straighter.

“Wow. So you do have a voice,” you teased trying to mask your nervousness.

He let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah… I figured it was time.”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, this time more serious.

“I have to tell you something.”

Your heart pounded. “What is it?”

Jungwon took a deep breath on the other end. His hands clenched into fists, but this was it. No more hiding.

“I know who you are.”

Your brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“we’ve met before. A lot of times.”

“Wait—what are you saying?”

Jungwon hesitated. “I’m not just some random guy.”

“I’m Jungwon.”

Silence.

Your mind raced. Jungwon? Only one Jungwon immediately came to mind, but that was impossible.

“Jungwon…?” Your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

“Yeah.” Another pause. “Yang Jungwon.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

No.

No way.

The leader of Enhypen. The same Jungwon you had bumped into at the company a few times. The same Jungwon whose songs you had on your playlist.

The same Jungwon you had been texting for months.

You felt your whole world tilt.

“You’re kidding.” You whispered.

“I’m not.” His voice was cautious. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was scared. I liked talking to you like this. Just as… me.”

Your grip on the phone tightened. You were shocked, confused, and something dangerously close to betrayal.

You had confided in him and talked about your job, talked about him, without knowing it was actually him.

Your mind was spinning.

“I—” You swallowed hard. “I need a minute.”

Jungwon’s heart sank. He could hear the sadness in your voice.

“I get it.” His voice was soft. “Take your time.”

But as the call ended, a heavy silence settled between you.

And Jungwon could only hope he hadn’t just lost you forever.

🫐

You had deleted his contact the second you found out the truth. It was impulsive, but even now, you felt guilty.

You never gave him a chance to explain.

Not that you owed him one. He had lied to you for months. He let you vent about work, about idols, about him. All while hiding that he was the person you were unknowingly talking about. Still, a small part of you wondered what he would have said if you had stayed long enough to hear him out. But it was too late now. You had cut him off, and life had to move on.

So you threw yourself into work, acting like nothing happened. But something felt… different.

For one, your workload, usually overwhelming, had mysteriously lightened. Tasks you had been dreading were suddenly reassigned. Even the small mistakes you made generally earned you a scolding and seemed to go unnoticed.

At first, you thought it was just luck. But then, little things started to stand out.

One evening, after a long day, you dragged yourself into a break room, exhausted. You had been assigned to help with an event that had left you completely drained. As you slumped into a chair, your coworker sighed beside you.

“Lucky you,” she muttered and stretched her arms. “I heard you were supposed to be on cleanup duty tonight, but someone switched it at the last minute.”

You blinked. “Wait… what?”

Your coworker shrugged. “Dunno. Some higher-up pulled some strings, I guess. Maybe you’ve got a guardian angel or something.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. A guardian angel? Yeah, right.

Meanwhile, Jungwon watched from the shadows, unseen. He knew he had no right to interfere. Not after what he had done, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

So he helped in the only way he could.

He stayed silent and watched from a distance. Making sure you were okay. Doing whatever he could to ease your burden, even if you never found out.

Because if he couldn’t have you back in his life… this was the least he could do.

🫐

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand just as you were about to go to bed.

You groaned, rolling over to grab it, eyes squinting at the screen. Unknown Number.

For a second, you debated letting it ring, but curiosity got the better of you. With a sigh, you swiped to accept the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

Silence.

You frowned. “Uh… hello?”

Finally, a voice. “Hey… it’s me.”

You pulled the phone away, staring at the number. It was definitely not saved in your contacts.

“…Sorry, who is this?” you asked cautiously.

A pause. Then, a chuckle. “Did you delete my number that fast?”

Your stomach dropped.

That laugh. That tone.

It hit you all at once.

Your fingers clenched around the phone. “Jungwon.”

Another silence. Then, softly-“Yeah.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling like you couldn’t breathe.

Your brain scrambled to find something to say, but you could only stare blankly at your ceiling.

“I—What do you want?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended.

Jungwon exhaled as if he had been holding his breath. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just… I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your grip on the phone tightened.

“You shouldn’t have called,” you muttered. “You shouldn’t—”

“I know,” he cut in. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help it.”

You shut your eyes. “Jungwon, I—”

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he rushed out. “I should’ve told you a lot of things.”

Your chest ached.

“I knew it was you,” he continued. “I figured it out early. But I didn’t say anything because I was selfish. I didn’t want you to treat me differently. I didn’t want to lose what we had. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” he said softer now. “Everything I said to you was real.”

You pressed your palm against your forehead. You were overwhelmed.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but…” Jungwon hesitated. “Can I see you?”

Your heart pounded.

Could you face him? After everything?

🫐

You didn’t know why you said yes.

Maybe it was curiosity. Perhaps because you missed the feeling of something that had once felt so real. Or perhaps you weren’t as ready to let him go as you told yourself. So now, here you were. Your jacket covered your pj’s underneath. The air was cold, but not nearly as cold as the tension between you and the boy standing a few feet away. For a moment, neither of you spoke. He was wearing a hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets, eyes looking from you to the ground because he didn’t know where to start.

Seeing him now, after everything, felt surreal.

You swallowed. “So… you changed your number just to call me?”

Jungwon let out a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane.”

“I know.” His lips quirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I tried to leave you alone. I did. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You clenched your jaw, “You lied to me.”

Jungwon’s expression fell. “I know.”

“You let me embarrass myself. You let me tell you things…things I wouldn’t have said if I knew who you were.” Your voice was with frustration and hurt. “Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?”

“I do,” Jungwon said quietly. “And I hate myself for it.”

There was silence again. Then, Jungwon decided to take a slow step closer.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he said. “I swear. I liked talking to you. I liked that you didn’t see me as an idol. You treated me like a normal person. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like one.”

You exhaled sharply and looked away.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Jungwon continued. “But if any part of you still wants this, still wants me, then I’ll do anything to fix this.”

Your fingers tightened around the sleeves of your jacket.

Do you still want this?

Did you still want him?

You let out a bitter laugh while shaking your head. “You know what’s funny?”

Jungwon stayed quiet.

“I used to think it was ridiculous,” you admitted. “Liking someone you’ve never even met. Someone you only talked to through a screen.” You let out a breath. “But then… it happened.”

Jungwon’s expression softened, but he didn’t say anything.

“I told myself it wasn’t real,” you continued. “That it was just the comfort of having someone to talk to. It was easy to fall for someone when all you had were words and late-night conversations.” You swallowed. “But it felt real. And when everything came crashing down, it hurt like it was real.”

“I didn’t mean to fall for you,” you admitted. “But I did.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched. “You…”

“I liked you,” you said firmly this time. “I liked Goblin. Not Jungwon, not an idol. Just you.”

His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you, but he held himself back.

“I ruined it,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”

You hesitated. “I don’t know.”

It was the truth.

Jungwon was bracing himself for the worst.

You sighed and looked down at your feet. “I forgive you.”

He sucked in a breath. “You do?”

You nodded, “But…”

The relief that had started to settle in his features quickly faded.

“I want to take it slow,” you said carefully. “I want to learn more about you. You, not just the person I texted late at night.” You exhaled. “And I don’t know what to do, Jungwon. Even just meeting you here feels like I’m walking on thin ice.”

Jungwon pressed his lips together. He understood.

“If anyone finds out…” you hesitated as you glanced around as if someone could be listening. “I could lose my job. You could ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

“I know,” he murmured.

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “Then why are you even here?”

“Because you’re worth the risk.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I don’t want to let you go,” he said. “But I also don’t want to rush you. If you want to take it slow, we will.” He smiled. “I can wait. I mean, we already spent months texting. I think I can handle a little more patience.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Okay,” you said softly. “Then let’s take it slow

🫐

Months Later

You were swamped with work, running from one task to another, barely catching a break. The office was hectic as usual, with staff members moving in and out, handling schedules, coordinating events, and making sure everything for the idols ran smoothly. You had settled into a routine again, though now and then, you’d catch yourself glancing at your phone, wondering if he would first text.

Your relationship with Jungwon had been… complicated. Ever since that night, you had both taken slow but careful texts, occasional calls, and a few fleeting encounters in the company's hallways. He was still an idol, and you were still a staff member. Even though no one knew about the two of you, there was always a risk.

As you finished organizing some paperwork, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Goblin: Come outside.

Your brows furrowed.

You: I’m working??

Goblin: Just for a second.

You sighed. But curiosity got the best of you, and you slipped out of the office, making your way toward the quieter side of the building. As soon as you stepped outside, you spotted him. Jungwon, standing near one of the company vans, dressed in casual clothes, a cap pulled low over his face. Even with his attempt to stay hidden, you could still recognize him.`

“What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Jungwon smiled, “I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes. “We texted last night.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he replied smoothly. “And I figured you could use a little break.”

You sighed. “Jungwon—”

Before you could argue, he held up a small bag. “I got you coffee.”

You blinked. “What?”

“And a snack.” He grinned, holding it out to you. “Figured you’d be too busy to get one yourself.”

You took the coffee from his hands, fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. “…Thanks, Goblin.”

Jungwon smirked. “You really won’t change that nickname, huh?”

“Nope,” you said and took a sip.

He huffed out a laugh.

You gave him a look. “What? You don’t like it?”

Jungwon stepped closer. “I don’t hate it,” he admitted before he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your mouth.

You barely had time to process it before he pulled away, grinning. “But I’d rather you call me something else.”

Your brain is short-circuited. “Like what?”

He shrugged, walking away with a smug face. “I don’t know. Maybe boyfriend?”

Your face burned as you gaped at him. “Jungwon!”

He only laughed, waving over his shoulder. “See you later, pretty.”

And just like that, he left you standing there, speechless.

You stared after him, then scoffed to yourself with a small smile.

“Guess ‘Goblin’ wasn’t so bad after all.”

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project: make you love me (jyh) | fifteen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, surprise bday party for oc!!, but another day of seonghwa getting on yunho's [everyone's] nerves, yunho is fucking cute 😭 they are fucking cute ok!!, alcohol consumption/intoxication, kisses, making out, shower smut scene (not super descriptive), more angry protective yunho comes in the next update i promise!

"I'm so sorry, babe. I know it's your birthday, but I have to take care of this family thing really quickly." Chaery whines over the phone. "I'll be back before it hits midnight, and we can have our own little celebration, okay? Just me, you and the boys. Enjoy your day with Yunho for now, please." You sigh heavily, bummed that your bestfriend wouldn't be around until later.

"Okay."

"I'll be there, I promise."

"Okay, Chaery." You fiddle with the hem of Yunho's sheets.

"I love you! I have to go and take care of this so that I can come back sooner!"

"I love you, too." You respond, ending the call. You silently sit criss-crossed on Yunho's bed, staring at the phone now sitting below you. Yunho walks in just as he's hopped out the shower, immediately keeping you company while you sulk and pout to yourself.

"Why the long face, princess?"

"I'm just bummed I won't get to see my friends until right before midnight. I get that they have stuff to do but they've always celebrated my birthday with me." You sigh. "I dunno why this time had to be different. Soobin says he's stuck studying with his project group and Seungmin literally is nowhere to be found right now." Your bottom lip pokes out and Yunho thinks you are the cutest thing in the world. He wishes he could tell you, but he doesn't wanna slip up and ruin your surprise. So, he plays along, also poking his bottom lip out.

"I'm sorry, love." Yunho sits on the edge of the bed, hand coming to caress your chin. "I promise I'll make your birthday worthwhile. Okay? Then your friends will be home and I'll get you back as soon as possible." You continue to pout while you nod in agreement. "No more." Yunho chuckles, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. "Please trust me to make your birthday better."

"I do."

"Okay then no more of this." He taps on your bottom lip. "Now, can I ask you to please get dressed so I can take you to dinner?"

"Or.. we can stay here. I'm okay with staying in." You cup his cheeks and he shakes his head.

"As much as I love doing that with you—" He taps the tip of your nose. "No can do, baby. I have to take you to dinner cause we have other plans afterwards."

"What are these plans?"

"Mm, you can't do that." He stands and walks towards his closet. "You placed your trust in me, so don't go back on it now." You let out a playful sigh as you step down from his bed and go through your duffle bag. Because Yunho told you to keep it pretty casual, you slip into your denim mini skirt, a black baby tee, your baseball jacket and converse highs. Yunho spins you around and puckers his lips, playfully [but sweetly] complimenting you as he holds your hand and guides you to the car.

Yunho has a casual dinner planned at one of your favorite restaurants downtown, reserving a table in the beautiful patio underneath one of the outdoor heaters. You squeal when you're able to order your favorite savory crepe after craving it for some time, Yunho giggling at how excited you look when the food finally arrives. The both of you always have neverending conversations about life, school; amongst other topics you find interesting. Conversations are always so fun and lively with Yunho, and it's one of your favorite parts about him. He's comfortable enough to be his silly self, while playing along with your own humor and bad jokes— always making you feel like his one and only special girl.

When it's time for dessert, Yunho has the waitress bring over a slice of cheesecake with a single candle lit in the center— singing along with the staff as they sing happy birthday. He captures a few candid photos just as you're about to make a wish and blow your candle, full on heart eyes when he looks at you through his phone screen.

"Here." He shows you the photos. "The prettiest." You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Wonder if she has a boyfriend." He looks at the photo, making you laugh.

"Stop." You take some of your cheesecake and feed him some, feeling content and satisfied with dinner. "So, what's next?"

"Are you finished?" You nod. "Alright. Not telling you, though." He clears his throat before calling the waitress over for the check. "Have you heard from your roommates?" You check your phone as the receipt arrives, Yunho signing off on the bottom line.

"No." You sigh. "Ah well, I guess I'll hear from them when I hear from them, right?" He nods.

"You'll see them before it hits midnight, baby. They wouldn't miss it for a thing." You shrug.

"I know. I am having a good time with you, though."

"Good." He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you out of the restaurant patio and back to the car. Once situated in the passenger seat, Yunho leans over and sweetly asks for a kiss before he drives off. The kiss continues on though, and Yunho is forcing himself to break the kiss [before he takes you home and forgets the entire plan he worked so hard on]. "Mm, Y/N. Please." He slightly hisses, feeling his boxers become a bit tight around the area. "I have to take you to the next spot."

"Really?"

"Yes." He laughs and takes out a blindfold, causing you to raise a brow at the item in his hand.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"My pocket." He smirks. "You still trust me, right?"

"Mhm. I think?"

"Alright, gonna have to put this on you."

"Kinky." You tease as you fix your position and let Yunho properly fix the blindfold on you.

"Could show you kinky if you want." You snort when he sits back into the driver's seat. "Not too tight?"

"Nope." He begins to drive off to the next destination.

"Cool. Off we go then."

It's probably a good [but long behind the blindfold] 10 minutes before you feel Yunho entering a lot and parking the car. He tells you to stay put, helping you out from the passenger side before guiding you into a building.

It is loud, and it sounds familiar.

"Yunho, why are we at a bowling alley?"

"Because." He says, pausing in his steps before removing your blindfold. As soon as you regain your vision, you see all of your friends in front of you, including your mom, dad and sister. "Remember when you said you and your family love to bowl, but haven't in awhile?" 

"Surprise!" They all yell loudly, your family reaching you first for tight hugs and sweet greetings.

"Happy birthday!" Yeosang playfully ruffles your hair before pulling you into a hug.

"Are you serious?" You feel your bottom lip tremble as you begin to cry greeting the rest of your friends. "I thought you two had to take care of stuff. A-and you, you've been MIA all day?!" You cry at your roommates, making them laugh.

"I had to make it more believable than these two." Seungmin laughs.

"Babe, did you really think we'd stupidly miss your birthday?" Chaery holds you close.

"Yes." You pout.

"Yunho's been planning this for awhile, and we would never miss it for the world." She points at the balloons, cake and gifts. "You've got a keeper." She says with a big smile, rubbing your arm to stop you from crying. You continue to greet the rest of the group around, noticing a few other people from school also hanging out for your birthday festivities.

"Birthday shots?!" Yeonjun yells, ordering for a round of shots to be delivered to the lanes. Before everyone takes their shot, your dad makes a little speech for your birthday, thanking Yunho for bringing everyone together on your special day. Yunho stands behind you, allowing you to rest against him while he adds onto your dad's speech— thanking everyone for helping plan and coming along to celebrate.

"Happy birthday, baby." He whispers in your ear.

"Thank you." You look up at him and give him a peck on the lips.

"Happy birthday to our Y/N!" Hyunjin yells, giving everyone leverage to down the first shot of the night. Bowling begins shortly afterwards, with your family and friends sharing lanes to kick off some friendly competition. You continue to take a few more shots with friends in between bowling, conversing with everyone and having a good time with the people you love being under one roof. As you converse and happily yell around with your friends, your eyes land on Yunho across the room. He meets your gaze, his smile growing as he keeps his eyes on you mid-conversation with your mom and sister in between his turns.

And god, he just wants to kiss you, hold you, do everything in his power to show you just how much you mean to him. 

He loves you.

His laugh is what breaks the contact, your sister probably teasing him about your relationship or spitting random jokes about the two of you growing up. You giggle to yourself feeling the butterflies in your tummy, wondering how on earth you've gotten so lucky with him.

"I hope you've been having a good birthday so far." Chaery squeezes your arm and leans her head on your shoulder.

"I am." You laugh. "Well, I was kinda upset about you guys because I really believed we wouldn't be able to celebrate together."

"Never." Chaery giggles. "Come on, let's go order some more drinks."

"It's almost your turn!" Jongho yells. 

"Bowl for me!" Chaery responds as she drags you to the bar and food area. The two of you order some delicious, fruity cocktails, chatting away with the friendly bartender who sweetly puts the drinks on the house. At this point, you're feeling a good buzz, cheeks hot with the alcohol running through your veins. You and Chaery stick around for a bit with the bartender while tasting your drinks, Yunho eyeing the place to find any sign of you.

But, it's not you he sees first, no.

It's Park Seonghwa.

It's Seonghwa walking into the bowling alley with Mingi and San, and his smile instantly drops. Why the fuck was Seonghwa here, and why did it have to be on your birthday? It feels like trouble, but Yunho can't exactly say he's surprised though. Because of course Seonghwa would find out about this. Of course he'd invite himself to the bowling alley. Of course he'd try and make himself relevant on your birthday.

Dick.

Luckily though, just before Yunho can think of the worst, you finally come into his view and happily skip over with the drink in your hand. All the feelings instantly melt away, the smile returning to his face in an instant.

"Hi." You cutely smile at him.

"Hi." He responds, gently pinching your cheek. "What's that, birthday girl?"

"Taste it." You giggle. He takes a sip of your cocktail, nodding in approval.

"Dangerous."

"But fun, isn't it?" You laugh. "I think I have to pee, though." You start to chug the rest of your drink.

"Slow down, baby." He laughs. "Need me to bring you over there?"

"I can make it." You point at the board. "Can you bowl for me too if I don't make in time?"

"Can't promise it'll be a good one."

"You're good at everything, love." You smile before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Be back!" You yell before rushing to the bathroom. The alley has started to fill up over time, a bunch of other groups and families gathering along the other lanes to play some fun, competitive games against each other. You power walk down towards the arcade end where the bathrooms are situated, brushing past a few people and dodging others as they hang around the walkways. When you finally approach the hallway, you feel someone grab at your wrist and gently tug you back— a frown immediately plastered on your face because not only do you really have to pee, but you find yourself facing Seonghwa.

"Hey. I've been trying to find you just to tell you happy birthday." Seonghwa smiles. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Thanks." You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he tightens it and gently tugs you back.

"Baby in too much of a hurry for me?"

"Seonghwa. Seriously?" You glare at him and he laughs. "I really need to go to the bathroom."

"Jeez. So uptight even on your birthday. Yunho's still gonna be in the same position as you left him."

"Great, that's all I want." You brush past him to finally get to the bathroom. "Excuse me." Seonghwa watches as you leave, a small sigh leaving his lips. He heard about the little party Yunho had prepared for you and decided it'd be a good time to stop by. He's not gonna lie, he doesn't care much for bowling as much as San and Mingi do, but he did want to see you and try to talk to you. One, to wish you happy birthday. Two, to see you. And three, to try and ask about the flowers he dropped off because he hasn't heard anything about them.

He was trying, and he was hoping you'd see that. Even though this was new territory for him, he wasn't gonna give up that easily. After all, you and him had more history than Yunho. And that keeps him going.

When Seonghwa turns to find his boys, he sees Mingi and San mingling with the group; even getting a random bowl in or two. Mingi's talking to Yunho and he can't help but roll his eyes; completely over Yunho's entire act.

"Oh, tell Y/N I said happy birthday then!" Mingi gives Yunho a dap as soon as Seonghwa makes his way over and squeezes his shoulder.

"Yeah, let her know for me too, will you? Wanted to give her a gift, but we didn't really have time to catch up since she was on her way to the bathroom." Seonghwa winks. "Know how much she loves the little things."

"Yeah, I'm good off of that." Yunho responds before sipping on his drink, Yeosang slowly coming to his side as Seonghwa chuckles at his answer.

"Come on dude, that's his girlfriend now." San mumbles next to him, making Seonghwa shake his head.

"Yeah, whatever." He clears his throat. "Anyway. Let's get the fuck outta here. Hella boring." Seonghwa turns on his heel and starts heading out of the alley, San clicking his teeth in slight frustration while Mingi obliviously waves to Yunho and bids his farewell.

"Tell her!" Mingi yells and Yunho gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

"He's joking, right?" Yeosang asks.

"Wish he was. Can't say I'm surprised, though."

"Don't let him get to you. He's just trying to get a reaction out of you."

"I know. But, I don't get why he won't just leave her alone? Why doesn't he get it?" Yeosang shakes his head.

"Dude has always gotten his way. He's not used to being left." Yunho lets out a small scoff before sitting, eyes scanning the area again until he can find you. He's not gonna lie, he's a little uneasy after that, and he wishes he could just have you here and shield you away from the rest of the world—

"I'm back." You announce, your sister handing you another shot to take before pushing you to bowl. Everything is ten times louder than it was before, and you're definitely still a bit drunk. "Yuyu!" You yell.

"Hey princess." Yunho looks up at you as you sit sideways on his lap, arm swung over his shoulder. "You okay, birthday girl?"

"Mhm. Better." He chuckles, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. "How about you?" You tilt your head to the side and although Yunho is a little worked up from the encounter with Seonghwa, he can't help but melt in your presence. It's hard to stay mad at anything when you're around.

"I'm good as long as you are." You giggle. "Heard you ran—?" You lean forward, unable to hear him clearly through the music and people yelling.

"What?"

"Heard you ran into Seonghwa. What was that about?"

"Seonghwa being Seonghwa." He looks at you with his brows slightly furrowed, and you're unsure if he believes you or not. He does, it's really not that he doesn't. He just doesn't trust Seonghwa and he can't help it especially with the history you two have.

Even though you were his, a tiny part of him was still scared that you'd leave him for Seonghwa; especially with the way that he didn't seem to be giving up on you so easily.

Too bad Yunho wouldn't give up on you either. Ain't no way he'd let someone come for his woman.

He'll make sure that's clear.

"You sure that's all?" You pause and slightly hesitate before responding.

"Of course." You look at him and your heart sinks. Would you be creating unnecessary drama over something that you have no interest in anymore? Would it matter or change anything if you told him about those roses? "He just wished me happy birthday and I brushed past him."

"Hm." Is all he says before kissing you on the cheek. "Okay."

The rest of the night continues to be a party— you and your loved ones happily bowling, drinking and playing; going on for hours until people start to leave one by one. Your family gives you extra hugs and kisses, thanking Yunho for taking care of you and for getting everyone together for your birthday.

In the end, your roommates take the remainder of the cake home, while you, Yeosang and Yunho head back to their place for the night.

"Today was so fun!"

"Yeah?" Yunho laughs.

"So fun. I'm still kinda drunk."

"Kinda?" Yeosang laughs seeing you hang onto Yunho's arm, which turns into you hanging onto him like a koala.

"Kinda! I'm not that drunk. Just enough." You burp against Yunho's neck.

"Ou, nice. That was a good one." Yunho says, waddling up the steps and carefully guiding you up along with him. "Think you can beat that with another?"

"No. I'll probably throw up." 

"Don't want that, now do we?" He chuckles, giving you room to kick off your shoes in the apartment before heading to the room. 

"I wanna take a quick shower." You say as you grab some of Yunho's clothes and waddle to the bathroom.

"You should probably go in there." Yeosang gives Yunho's shoulder a squeeze. "I'll leave some medicine and water by your bed for her."

"Thanks." Yunho quickly snags his own pajamas before slipping into the bathroom to make sure you're okay. "You okay there, baby?" You've just stepped under the water when Yunho walks in, the outline of your body still clear through the shower doors.

"Mhm. Water feels nice." You let out a content sigh before dropping Yunho's body wash bottle.

"Hm." He hums. "Mind if I step in with you?"

"Nope." He sheds off his clothes and steps into the piping hot shower, eyes glossing over your body. 

"Can I help you with that?" Yunho asks, gently taking the loofa from your hands. You giggle as he starts with your back, turning you around once he's satisfied to cover your front. You kiss him in between, smiling against his lips before you take your turn to help get him washed up. His hands start to roam your body, gently squeezing at your sides when you continue to kiss him the way you do, love on him the way you do. 

Innocent kisses turn into heated makeout sessions with the water still pounding against your skin, to Yunho slowly and gently taking you against the cold wall; large hand propping up your leg as he shushes you against your lips, whispering praises in between little reminders of keeping it quiet. Eventually, the both of you reach your highs— the two of you caught in a  giggle fit afterwards knowing that you have to repeat the process and wash up all over again.

He wouldn't have it any other way though, and so wouldn't you. You feel like you're on cloud nine after today, heart filled with so much love especially because of Yunho.

Life is just so much sweeter with him in it, and you love him.

After the both of you wash off again, you step out of the shower and finish getting ready for bed. You thank Yeosang and bid him goodnight before stepping into the room and slipping under the covers.

"Did you have a good day today?" Yunho asks, close to a whisper.

"The best birthday I've had."

"Yeah?" He chuckles.

"Mhm." You caress his cheek and look him in the eyes. "Thank you, Yunho. For everything."

"Of course, baby." He kisses your forehead. "You deserve it all." He watches with a small smile on his face as you quickly fall asleep, hand gently rubbing your back. After today's festivities, Yunho should be sleeping. But tonight, it feels like a stretch when the thoughts at the back of his mind come to the forefront; a tiny sigh leaving his lips when he remembers the encounter with Seonghwa. He feels uneasy, kinda unsettled and annoyed. He remembers the small detail of hesitancy that pulled up on your expression. He's not sure why, and he's not trying to figure it out right now.

It's frustrating.

He doesn't want to assume you're hiding something from him, that something odd is going on, though his gut tells him otherwise.

And for once, he truly hopes it's wrong.

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Good to You: Side Story - Klaroline Proposal

A/N: Ok, so I got an ask for Klaroline Proposal and fluff for this little universe, anyway, this is set years in the future past the current drama. Enjoy.

Klaus’s arm was around Caroline when her eyes fluttered open; she was tempted to snuggle closer, but with a busy day ahead, she couldn’t indulge in staying in bed with him. 

With great reluctance and care, she unwound his arm from around her and climbed from the bed. 

Looking over her shoulder at his form, her breath caught in her throat. 

Klaus was arguably a devil and most would say worse than the devil, but she swore when he slept, he looked so peaceful. 

An angel in his resting state. 

The biggest deception. 

In any case, he was her devil. 

His hair was a riot of curls, the sheet was low on hips and the light streaming in from the window shone on his bare chest and torso. 

Her cheeks heated as she recalled last night’s events, her mouth licking and sucking at the planes of his abs.

If they were human, she was certain he would be covered in hickeys and love bites. She would have had finger-shaped bruises where he clung to her hips and thighs while she rode him, taking the pleasure she sought and he readily gave. 

Grabbing her robe from the closet she slipped it around her naked body and walked across the hall, opening the door and stepping inside, the curtains were closed, the only light from the glowing night lamp, of a full moon and stars casting shapes around the room in a multi of colors. 

She smiled softly. Henrik and Willow were resting in their beds. 

She couldn’t believe they were turning four in less than a week. 

She remembers it just like it was yesterday when she first truly met their father when she was dying on her birthday and he was the villain terrorizing everyone she knew and love. 

Except he was never her villain. Not even then. 

She and Klaus didn’t have an easy rode but she wouldn’t change it because it brought them here. 

She and Klaus were together. They had two kids, and they were a family. The family she always wanted and the one he always wanted. 

She and Klaus were very different in many respects, yet strikingly similar in others, complementing each other perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. 

Klaus, most believed he would make a terrible father, but he wasn’t. He was amazing with them and so protective it made her chest ache in the best way, knowing how much he loved his children. 

Klaus, who reveled in his immortality, would give it up in a heartbeat to save his family. 

Henrik and Willow were a gift, and they saved them all, including her.

They saved her when she was in her darkest moment, ready to turn it off. They saved Klaus from his self destruction; they brought the dysfunctional Mikaelson’s together created a united family. 

They still had their arguments, but they were mild to old blowouts. 

Henrik and Willow were special children, already having magic on top of vampire healing and the inner senses of a wolf. 

Davina was helping them with their magic. 

Knowing they would be up in no time, Caroline shut their door back and returned to her room she shared with Klaus.

Grabbing a few things, she headed into the ensuite shower. 

While taking her shower, she ran down a mental checklist of her schedule for the day. 

She and Rebekah were making arrangements and planning the twins’ upcoming birthday party. Then she had some last-minute shopping for gifts to do. 

Her mother was arriving today and would stay until after the party. 

It was events like this, birthdays, holidays and special occasions that reminded her how much her life had changed. 

Her circle of friends no longer comprised the same people she grew up with in Mystic Falls. 

She and Elena barely talked. Bonnie and she met up a few times in the year, but nothing more. Matt and she were strangers. She severed all contact with Damon and Tyler. 

She wasn’t complaining. She had a good relationship with her mother and she had created a new life for herself, with loyal friends and a family she never thought she could have. 

She never thought she would count Katherine or Rebekah as friends, but life and circumstances have a way of changing things. Stefan, to this day, was one of her closest friends. She would even call Marcel and Elijah friends. And then Davina she was like the little she never had. Zach was the brother she always wanted, the pack and extended family she cherished. The vampires were integrating themselves into her world as well. 

Her relationship with the witches was, at best, complicated. 

All in all, she was living a good life. 

It took a lot to get here, but it was all worth it. 

After getting dressed and ready, she went back to the bedroom and found her bed empty. 

She didn’t have to wonder where Klaus was. He had been working on a gift for the girls. 

Since the day of their birth, Klaus had made it a tradition of his to draw them something for their birthday. Of course, he bought them whatever they wanted, but this came more from his heart and meant more to him. 

She moved down the hall, toward his study, pushing the door open and leaning in the doorway. “Hey.”

He looked up from his painting, a smile gracing his features. 

It never failed to make her heart jump in her chest to see him smile so freely and unguarded. 

“Love,” he came forward, pulling her into the room, one hand on her hip, the other gripping the back of her neck as he captured her lips in a slow kiss. 

He always kissed her in the morning like he was committing every brush, every touch, every breath to memory.

“Good morning,” she breathe, gripping his shirt. 

“It is now,” he kissed her again, even more intently. 

Caroline could feel the familiar burn of desire, coiling in stomach and forced herself to pull away, holding him back. “As much as I would love to continue this, I have too much to do today to prepare for the twins’ birthday.” 

“You know they’re only turning four. They will probably barely remember today when they're older. It won’t make that much a difference if everything’s not perfect.”

Caroline smacked at his chest. “I’ll remember and besides, since when have you known me to do anything half way.”

“Never,” Klaus pulled her flushed against, moving to trail his lips across her jaw. “But you can make exceptions.” ”Klaus, I can’t,” she protested.

Klaus’ lips trailed down her neck, placing sucking kisses to her flesh. 

Caroline bit back a moan as the hand in her back pocket massaged her ass. 

He had such skilled hands; they were a weapon on her body. 

“We always make time.” he moved his lips back to hers. 

Caroline felt his desire in the way he kiss her and she couldn’t help but return it. 

Burying her hands in his curls, she lost herself in the passion they shared. 

Before she knew it, she found herself pinned against the wall, his hands moving to unfasten the button of his jeans. 

With great restraint she stilled his hand and pushed him back, not unkindly. “I really can’t.”

Klaus groaned but released her. “Love, you don’t know what you do to me.”

Caroline smiled, then and placed her hand over his chest. “I do and I promise to make time tonight, but until then, spend the day with the kids. I will be back later to finish this.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Klaus warned. 

“You do that.” She placed one more quick kiss on his lips before leaving. She needed to go before she change her mind and allowed him to have his way. 

In more ways than one. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Katherine didn’t know how she let herself be wrapped up in Rebekah and Caroline’s planning. 

It had to be the promise of shopping and the thought of spoiling Henrik and Willow. 

Katherine never had the chance to spoil her own child and loved making up for it with the twins. Downside, though, she was left following Rebekah and Caroline’s ordered and she hated following anyone’s order. 

After meeting with a few caters, they had finally set off to do some birthday shopping and Katherine was starting to regret her decision when there seemed to be no end. 

As soon as they weren’t looking, she was going to escape, find Elijah and relieve her building tension. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Stefan smiled as he set two sets of pancakes down in front of the twins as they talked their father’s ear off about what they wanted for their birthday. 

Stefan never thought he see this side of Klaus, or that they would no longer be enemies. It was a change and a welcome one. 

His life differed greatly from what he envisioned for himself, for one being with Rebekah and part of the Mikaelson family. He barely saw Damon other than on special occasions, though he spoke to Elena regularly. 

Sometimes when he was missing his brother, he got homesick for Mystic Falls, but he was happy with his life in New Orleans. 

And he really enjoyed spending time with his goddaughter and godson. The highlight of his day would be when they drove their father crazy with all their questions about anything and everything. 

“You know who would be better to feed your curious minds? Uncle Elijah.” Klaus smirks. “He thinks he knows everything.” 

“He’s busy.” Willow complained. 

“With what?” Klaus asked. 

“We don’t know.” Henrik answered, taking a bite of his chocolate chip pancake. 

Klaus looked at Stefan. 

“A council meeting Caroline is joining him.” Stefan informed him. 

“Who called it?” Klaus wondered. He knew the last thing they needed was something to go wrong before the twins’ birthday. Caroline would not have it. 

“Caroline.” Stefan answered. “I’m sure it’s just some gala or charity thing being addressed or she would have told you.” 

Klaus was in agreement. On important council matters, she always kept him in the loop.

Klaus turned his focus back to his children, giving them his undivided attention. “Can you keep a secret?”

Willow looked at her father with wide eyes and nodded quickly. 

Henrik narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What kind of secret?”

“The best kind?” Klaus grinned. 

Stefan watched, wondering what Klaus was up to. He prayed it wouldn’t be anything that was going to fall back on the rest of them. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline walked into the bar that was in the heart of the French Quarter, it had become the meeting place for the council. 

She was pleased to see that it had been cleared of the usual patrons and tourists. 

Elijah was already there and waiting with the rest of the council. He stood, greeting Katherine first and then his sister. 

As Zach and Davina stood to greet Caroline. 

Caroline hugged them both with a smile of familiarity. 

“I’m surprised you had time for this, considering you are on a time crunch to prepare for the twins’ birthday.” Davina teased. 

“I always have time for you.” Caroline replies easily. “Now tell me all I have missed.” 

“Where do you want us to start?”

“Tell me the bad, then the good.” Caroline instructed as they all sat around the table.

“Will Niklaus not be joining us today?” Elijah asked, looking toward Caroline. 

“No, today he is with his children. Here’s hoping he doesn’t corrupt them.” Caroline grinned. 

“He could corrupt a nun,” Katherine scoffed. “Your offspring doesn’t stand a chance.”

Caroline shot her a glare. “Moving on, tell me everything I need to be aware of,” 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline spent the next hour with Elijah and the rest of the council, addressing the problems in the French Quarter and among the factions. 

She was relieved to be leaving. She had a few more things she had to do before returning home to spend the rest of the day with her family. 

She wanted to have everything in place for the twins’ birthday so she could enjoy the days leading up to it. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline had barely walked into the compound before to little balls of energy were running to her. 

“Momma!” Henrik clung to her leg as his sister attached to her hip. 

“Of my beautiful babies,” she knelt down, bringing them against her. 

She couldn’t explain the feeling of complete joy she felt every time either of them was in her arms. 

When she was younger, she didn’t understand what it meant to love unconditionally without walls. Not until she finally gave birth to her son and daughter. 

She understood then what it meant to have your world revolve around your child, or children, in her case. 

When they were happy, she was happy. When they were upset, she was upset. When they were hurt, she was hurt. 

And nothing was more important to her than their safety. When they were in danger, she wanted to eliminate any threat that arose. 

Some could say Klaus had rubbed off on her in more ways than one, but she had to learn more than once that it was better to kill the weeds before they could grow and ruin everything. 

“How was your day?” she asked, looking between them. “Did you have fun with your dad?”

Willow nodded. “He let us have all the sweets we wanted.”

“Sweetheart, that was supposed to be our secret.” Klaus admonished. 

Caroline looked at him. “What other secrets do you have with them?”

“Only the good kind,” Klaus assured with a crooked grin. 

“Dad, let us finger paint.” Henrik exclaimed, holding his hands up to show his paint stained hands. 

Caroline's eyes narrowed on Klaus. “You didn’t,”

“It’s nothing we can’t fix,” Klaus grinned. 

Caroline shook her head. Klaus had feared being a terrible father. He was anything but, if anything, he spoiled them too much. 

Caroline stood, taking them by the hands. “Let’s get you guys cleaned up, and then we’ll have some dinner.”

The twins took off on a run and Caroline turned to Klaus before she could chide him. He pulled her in for a kiss that left her mind blank. 

He pressed his forehead against hers. “I missed you.” 

“I can tell.” Said Caroline, hand on his chest. “Why don’t you help the twins get cleaned up and I will whip us up a nice dinner?”

“You know we have paid chefs for that.” Klaus reminded. 

“And I need to oversee it.” Caroline said. “Now go clean up your parenting mess.” 

Klaus rolled his eyes and gave her another hard kiss. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

The rest of the family joined them by the time dinner was ready. 

Caroline sat next to Klaus with the twins sitting across from her. Elijah sat at the other end of the table, Katherine on one side and Rebekah on the other, with Stefan. Zach, Davina and Marcel joined them. 

It was a lovely dinner made more special by the feeling of family. It took a lot to get here, and it made it even more special. 

Caroline lifted Klaus’s hand to her lips, brushing his knuckles. 

Klaus’ eyes filled with adoration and leaned over, cupping her cheek as he kissed her deeply. 

Everyone around them were used to such displays and barely even reacted. It was, after all, just Caroline and Klaus. 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ 

Caroline, wanting to spend time with the twins, was the one to put them to bed and read to them until sleep claimed them. 

Klaus was waiting outside the door for her. 

“I have something I want to show you,” he extended his hand to her. 

Caroline placed her hand in his. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” he pulled her down the hallway into his art room, where she had found him in earlier. 

Caroline was surprised to find everything moved. They had moved most of his art to face the walls, with three covered pieces centered in the room. Lit candles covered the tables throughout the room, bathing it in a soft, golden glow.

Caroline looked at Klaus. “Are you trying to set the mood to pick things back up from earlier?”

“No,” Klaus chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “As lovely as that sounds, this is more important than that,” 

He guided her toward the covered easels, his arm around her waist. “The painting I’ve been working on was never for the twins. I’ve been working on several paintings. All for you.”

“For me?” Caroline felt touched. Klaus drew her all the time, but it was more for himself than for her. The fact that he drew her ones specifically for her had warmth spreading throughout her entire body. 

It was amazing how these little acts of affection and appreciation could make her feel so loved. More loved than she thought possible. 

“These paintings are the most important art I will ever paint.” Klaus vowed. 

“Show me,” said Caroline. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt her breath catching in her chest with anticipation. 

Klaus pulled her in front of the first easel, and then reached for the cloth, pulling it off. 

Caroline’s lips parted on a silent gasp, her hand going to her mouth. 

Klaus had painted himself kneeling down on one knee before her, an open ring box in his hand, as she stared at him with a look of love. 

He painted his proposal. 

She turned to him, eyes shining with tears. “Klaus.” Her voice cracked. She was so overcome with emotion. 

Klaus placed a hand to her lips. “Don’t say anything yet. Wait until you see the last two.”

Caroline nodded, but she already knew what her answer would be. 

Of course, she would marry him. 

What other answer could see give to the man who made her feel like a goddess in the flesh, appreciated, loved. Worshipped. 

Klaus guided her to the second easel, pulling off the cloth and revealing the second image. 

It was of her, in a wedding dress, the sun shining down on her, bathing her in this heavenly light. 

She looked celestial and so beautiful, so impossibly perfect. 

She couldn’t believe this was how he saw her. 

She wasn’t perfect, but in his eyes, she was. 

A tear escaped her eye, and she quickly swiped it away. 

“I try to do your beauty justice, but I fear it’s a feat I am not capable of doing.” Klaus murmured. 

Caroline resisted the urge to crash her lips against his and instead moved to the last easel. 

Klaus removed the cloth, revealing the last image. 

The image had Caroline’s heart cracking open, love pouring out and flooding her entire being. 

He painted them at the altar, in a beautiful garden, with Willow beside her and Henrik beside him. 

In the painting, he was looking at her like she was the answer to everything, like she was the sun and he couldn’t look away. 

She was looking at him like she couldn’t believe he was real. 

She felt him turn her in his arms and take her hand and watched as he slid the most gorgeous ring on her finger. The sapphires surrounding the diamond matching the color of her eyes. 

“Caroline, love, will you make the rest of my existence have the most beautiful meaning and tie yourself to me? Will you become Caroline Mikaelson? Will you marry me?”

Caroline was beyond happy. She felt like she could scream her happiness from the rooftops. She settled for exclaiming with happy tears. “Yes! A million times, yes!”

She threw her arms around him, clutching to him tightly. 

Klaus lifted her in his arms, one curling into her hair and guiding her mouth to his for a heated kiss. “Do you remember when I told you I was going to be your last love?”

Caroline leaned her forehead against his and nodded. “You are.”

“And you’re mine,” he promised. 

Caroline curled one arm around his neck, holding onto his shoulder with the other, her legs locked around his waist, and kissed him with everything she had.

She was living an amazing life. She had a beautiful future ahead of her with her family, and she was home in the arms of the man she loved.

All the blood and tears, and pain to get here was more than worth the happiness that filled her now. 

Everything she been through was worth this life she lived now and she wouldn’t change a single thing. 

“I love you,” she breathed.

Klaus shivered. He would never tire of hearing that. Coming from her, it was his favorite thing to hear. He could say the words back, but he rather show her how much he loved her. 

Carrying her from the room, he made love to her in their shared bed, looking forward to a promise of eternity with the love of his immortal life. 

[aleksa-sims]

Simself Story

CW: addiction, pregnancy, cheating, divorce

I told him... 😢🤦‍♀️

As the sun slowly rose after we talked all night about what Daniel has experienced the last 4 months, it was my turn, to tell him what I did, while he was gone...

What I can say? 😞... He was devastated. It wasn’t really my pregnancy or the fact that I get a baby by someone else, what has made him so upset, but rather the... circumstances that led to it and how it all came about. All our probs were caused by that damn attack/assault on us, 8 months ago. This thing has traumatized us. We both had difficulty processing it.

My parents told him I was dating Nico. The day he came back, he talked to them. He asked questions. And now, D. wanted to know from me, why I even met Nico? Did I call him? Or he me? How did we get there? Well, the stranger I met online... 🤦‍♀️

Daniel: He did it all on purpose! He pretended to be a stranger playing Sims with you. I mean how sick is that?... Did you know it was him? Did you lie to me? Be honest!

Me: No, I swear I didn't know!!! You know the whole story, I showed you everything he texted me. And he didn’t plan on breaking us up. He never meant to see me, he knew I loved you and we were married. He even helped me make up with you. It wasn’t until weeks after you left, that Nico started giving me more and more clues about his true identity. Listen D., he tried to distract me. I was always sad. I was looking for you everywhere with Alex. I was devastated! And I also relapsed, really bad, I fucked up sm. 🤦‍♀️😞

Daniel: You want to divorce me. Everything breaks dwon.... This is worse than the shit my crazy mother did to me. You and me... that wasn’t planned to end this way! It should never end!

Me: I'm so sorry. I don’t want it to end either. That’s why I married you, I love you, but-...... how’s this gonna work?

Daniel: You love him, not me! Otherwise, you’d just stay here. But you decided to divorce me and start a new life with him. So go! Go to him!..... What the fuck are you waiting for?

Me: No, I’m not leaving. I can’t leave you alone now. I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me.

Daniel: Damn, stay away from me!!.... Leave me alone, or I might say something I don’t want.

I couldn’t leave him alone. So I just stood aside somewhere in a corner, looking down, while Daniel left the living room. I touched my belly.  I apologized to my Baby for the hatred I felt for myself at that moment. I was disgusted with myself. I resented myself for constantly repeating the same, damn mistakes. I never wanted to hurt Daniel!! He deserved me to stay with him and live our fucking lives the way it used to be. I have to find a solution!

Half an hour later, I went over to Daniel to look after him. And.....huh? Is Daniel cuddling his old teddy bear??? 🤨😄

Me: Daniel?..You ok?... You... need a huggie? 😳😬

Daniel: Nah, I just don't wanna see you. And why's that old dust catcher here? He also smells like you.

Me: I found him at your house the last time we were there. Your sister said it was yours once. And the other day when I was home, I found him in my closet. I gave him a little makeover. I cleand him and put some of my perfume on him. And yea, he's cute I wanted to keep him.

Daniel: I hate that teddy bear. He disappointed me when I was 7, just like you now. 😒

Me: Um... that's just a toy, Daniel. How can a teddy bear disappoint you? 🤨

Daniel: I got him when I was five. My crazy mother kept locking me in the closet as you know. He was my bud, who was allowed to accompany me. And whenever I was alone in our damn house, I was less afraid, bcs he was there too. But on my 7th birthday I found out who gave me that teddy bear. It was one of those damn witches my mother met at her fucking clut-parties. That woman also told me my teddy bear was not a boy as I thought, it was a girl! She showed me the label. And well, at 7 I could read. The label said, "Susi the bear." I was totally disappointed. He wasn’t my friend anymor, just a fucking traitor! A damn witch, Susi, like one of my mothers odd followers. 😠

Me: Sorry. I didn’t know, I’m gonna put him away. 😞

Daniel: Take it with you! Maybe your soccer player's gonna be happy about it. Kind of like a trophy for him. He’s an athlete, he should like that. 🤷‍♂️

Me: I’ll save your old teddy bear for my Baby. I thought one day, we could give it to our own baby, but if I had only guessed, I would be pregnant by someone else.... I-...agh, Daniel. I'm so sorry. I wish it was.................... otherwise. 😢I could stay with you, but what should I say to Nico? I can’t hurt him, and I don’t want to hurt you either. Really not! But I’ll find a solution. I won’t let you down.

Daniel: I don’t want....your solution. I want my girl to myself. I'm not gonna share you with him. I ain't like Philip, damn it! So just go!

I went out to our roof. I wanted to take Daniel’s laundry off the cloth-line. I wanted to help him and be there for him. But Daniel was annoyed.

Daniel: Hey! Don't you hear?... What are you still doing here?

Me: I wanna be there for you. I’m just helping you.

Daniel: I don’t need you as a cleaning lady or maid! I need my... wife!

Me: I’m not going! This is my home too!

Daniel: Fine! I’ll give you an hour. If you’re still there, I’ll lock the door. Then, you really have to stay here,.... overnight! I won’t unlock the door until tomorrow.🤨

Me: I have a key, you smart guy. 😒

Daniel: Not anymore, know-it-all. 🤨 Besides, I’m stronger than you.

Me: You’re gonna handcuff me?

Daniel: The clock's ticking. One hour! Decide!

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[jonquilyst]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your oc! Ty for tagging me @akitasimblr 💖 I'm gonna do Eva (right), since she won't be playing a big role in Chapter 10

What uncommon/common fear do they have? She'd defintiely be afraid of bugs and would have either Wyatt or Jayden get rid of it (mostly Wyatt though bc they'd enjoy bugs and wouldn't kill them [and would scold Jayden for trying to kill them])

Do they have any pet peeves? Some of her pet peeves include when people bump into her and don't apologize and when people arrive to her college class wreaking of weed

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Books, posters of her favorite bands, and her trusty headphones, of course

What do they notice first in a person? Their emotional state. It's the sole reason Eva decided to approach Megyn at the beginning of the story. She noticed Megyn soaking wet and looking frantic, and since she's an empathetic person who loves helping others out, she followed her to make sure she was ok

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? I'd say it's mid, like a 5. Not the worst but not the best

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? I think she'd fight, even if it's not in her best interest to do so

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? For the most part yes, she's a family person, though her immediate family just consists of her parents and herself (and she quarrels with them sometimes). However since she's Vietnamese through her dad she's definitely close with that side of the family since everyone visits each other a lot and the grandparents (who are Vietnamese immigrants) host family events with their children and grandchildren (aka Eva's immediate family plus Barry's siblings and their children/Eva's cousins)

What animal represents them best? She definitely gives off excited dog energy, specifically the golden retriever

What is a smell that they dislike? This ties in with her pet peeve, but she dislikes the smell of weed (but she tolerates it if she knows people are gonna be smoking it, like a concert)

Have they broken any bones? Eva was a very active kid growing up and was very accident-prone, so yea, I think she most likely has broken a bone. I can see her having needed a walking boot at some point, so I'll say that she broke her ankle when she was a kid. She would have totally had her friends sign the initial cast before transitioning to a walking boot

How would a stranger likely describe them? Exuberant, lively, energetic, very friendly, and unique

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Definitely a night owl

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She dislikes grape-flavored things and loves strawberry-flavored things

Do they have any hobbies? She loves to read, listening to music, and going to the gym

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? She LOVES surprises and the friends would definitely through a surprise party for her. She'd be absolutely thrilled if they did that for her

Do they like to wear jewelry? Yes. Earrings and necklaces are the way to go for her

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? It's legible to most people but it definitely leans towards messy

What are two emotions they feel the most? Excitement and intrigue

Do they have a favorite fabric? Anything that's soft and cozy such as fleece

What kind of accent do they have? She has a medium-high pitched American accent that's sharp, clear, and lively. It contrasts Megyn's voice which is very soft and a little raspy (so opposite of that)

Tagging @thebramblewood @dreamlandiasims @seyvia (feel free to ignore) and anyone else who wants to do this bc Idk who to tag 🙃

[starpros-sunshine]

OK FOLLOWING UP ON THE BARD THING i think eichi definitely invited wataru to perform at a noble party before. because they'd usually have musicians and so? so ok picture this. it's eichi's birthday so his parents want him to hold a ball and he usually thinks those are annoying but then he gets an idea. make it a masquerade (for the drama). invite wataru as both a performer And his partner for the ball. he's an actor! and everyone is of course impressed by wataru's performance but they're even more impressed because the always polite but unreachable tenshouin heir is expertly dancing with a masked stranger (i love the fact that eichi's specialty in his profile is ballroom dancing). and then they're annoying and overdramatic in public together but no one can figure out Who That Is

and also i know you said that shu was a tailor but i think it would be funny if he also were a noble (his family is also of high standing in canon i think) so he can be there to judge eichi. harshly. i havent figures out yet how to make him besties w wataru but ! it can work

!!!!

This got soooo long again so this is once more put under read more I am so sorry

The idea with the Masquerade comes up while Eichi complains to Wataru about his parents pretty much forcing him to throw a ball for his upcoming birthday (they already planned the whole thing and didn't reallly give him a choice in the matter) and how much of a hassle he thinks that is because of all the superficial politeness between people that everyone knows are gossipping about each other behind each others backs and how sick he is of the pretending to be well acquainted with these people he's talked to maybe once or twice and all the ladies that wish to dance with him and that want to suck up to him because of his families wealth and how really this is all just one big farce to "save face". So Wataru suggests "why not make it a masquerade ball" to spice things up a little bit maybe, take some of the stiffness out of it. And Eichi says he wants to invite Wataru because what's a public event without proper entertainment? Wataru agrees of course and they come up with all of these overly grandiose ideas and scenarios (most of them are utterly absurd. One they genuinely consider involves Wataru pretending to kidnap Eichi and causing a scandal (Eichi woud miraculously reappear the next day and they'd gaslight everyone into thinking that never even happened and all the people are just imagining things)).

Wataru mentions that he'll be gone for an evening to play at the noble's ball to the elderly inn-keeper couple over dinner and they make a really big fuss about it and tell him to dress nicely and to watch his manners because "Remember, you can't just drop from the ceiling with those high society people like we let you do it here they're very sensitive about manners you have to make sure to watch your manners!" and for a minute he wonders how it got to the point that his landlords started to treat him like they personally picked him up from the street when he was a child.

I like to think he met Shu when he was out on the street doing a little street performance to earn some extra money for himself and Shu, the way that he is, came by, looked him up and down, and then started a conversation with him about music as an art form and that somehow turned into a philosophical discussion and at the end of that they each went their own ways with the knowledge that there was a new friendship formed that day.

And maybe he's the one that sews Watarus clothes for the ball because if you spent most of your life as a traveling bard living hand to mouth from your music you won't really have the money for fancy clothes (Eichi still insists on paying for Wataru here because he wouldn't need to spend so much money on fancy ballgowns if it wasn't for him in the first place and also he just wants to treat Wataru to something nice and sees this as his chance seeing as Wataru declines most gift offers me made before). Wataru tells him about the entire thing and Shu scoffs because dislikes Eichi (still need to come up with a way to explain that disdain but I will come up with something trust me!) but his parents force him to be there too so "he might as well" (it's obvious he still puts in a lot of care "because of his pride as an artists" (because Wataru is his friend and he wants him to have something nice)).

Shu only has to be there because his family guilt trips him into going and he doesn't see the point in opening that can of worms again ("We already let you pursue your foolish dream of sewing clothes like a commoner this is the least you could do for your family.")

And then at the actual event he's in some secluded corner together with some other people who only attended as a mere formality because they also do not like the Tenshouin family but they have to be there because they're important and aristocrat politics are weird that way I suppose.

Meanwhile Wataru does his usual thing and charms everyone with his beautiful beautiful voice and his elegance and charm and oh he is so agreeable as a performer. Eichi has to handle the usual "pleasantries" (nothing pleasant about those tries) and he exchanges the one or the other suffering glance with Yuzuru when nobody pays attention that just screams "God when will it end". Yuzuru shoots him back a look that conveys the exact emotion of "my condolences" and then he goes on to look for Tori who's 1.53m figure has disappeared in the group of people and when he finds him he's talking to a gentleman that's about a head taller than him and the mask obscures his face but judging by the hair and the slight "animosity" between them he's talking to Tsukasa, so Yuzuru decides he's in good hands and leaves to do his own thing. (do they know they're talking to each other? Who knows! But they'd probably manage to start bickering either way.)

And eventually it gets to the actual Ball bit of the Birthday Ball Event where they actually dance (there's an actual orchestra there now and they play very lovely music). And almost everyone asks to dance with Eichi at least once. Eichi does not want to waste his time and energy on these people who are just interested in him for his money so he always makes up something about being preoccupied or a little tired or something that gives them no other choice but to back off. Suddenly Wataru appears behind him and does a little "boo!" and Eichi didn't expect that so he startles and almost drops his glass and tells Wataru not to do that anymore at public eventshas while Wataru has to stiffle a laugh because he thinks Eichi is cute when he pretends to try to be firm with him. After he's done with his "scolding" (you can barely call it that. he was very soft on Wataru.) Wataru asks him for a dance this time and he's very chivalrous about it - he goes all out really - he kisses his hand and offers him a rose while he does a little bow and asks if he "may have this dance with the lovely star of the evening" (and oh Eichi wants to kiss him so bad right then and there but in a room full of people that are worse than a committee of vultures that is very much not an option). Of course he agrees and they move to the dance floor and suddenly a Lot of eyes are on them because Eichi Tenshouin, whom a good chunk of pursuers have already given up on - because let us be real. It will never happen. The man hasn't shown interest in anyone at any moment in time and lives together with the Himemiya heir and his butler as far removed from the rest of the aristocracy as one would be able to - is waltzing with this masked stranger and it becomes very obvious very quickly that Eichis constant declining of dance offers was not for a lack of expertise because those two look breathtaking together.

Eichi actually dips Wataru once and some people wish they had hired an artist to paint the scene (because I'm a sap and wataei is beautiful I don't care I'm being self indulgent here)). And they talk but nobody can understand what because of the loud music and they curse the orchestra - which is still playing very lovely music (it's heavenly really) - for it.

After their dance is over Eichi goes back to declining every dance offer he gets with the excuse he's exhausted and needs to rest a little before he can dance again (the "I don't wish to dance with you" is implied and in the room but most people chose to ignore it to spare their ego and decide to take him at face value) and Wataru disappears to somewhere, nobody really knows where but somehow he's nowhere to be found. Until he sneaks up to Eichi a second time and does the whole "Boo!" thing again and Eichi almost drops his glass yet another time and as he turns around to "scold" Wataru again Wataru shushes him and takes Eichis, who is more confusedd than anything by now, hand and sneaks out of the ballroom with him.

Eichi asks where they are going and Wataru doesn't answer he just keeps walking and Eichi decides to just trust the process and suddenly they're on the Balcony again, not a cloud in the sky and the only sounds to be heard are the muffled instrumentals from the orchestra that started playing their next piece. The only lightsource being the moonlight reflected by the new years snow. And Wataru turns around, he's not wearing a mask anymore, and he does his little bow and kisses Eichis hand, hands him a rose he had appear from nowhere - a white one this time - and does his entire "May I have this dance with the lovely star of the evening" spiel again. It's the same routine really but it's different somehow. More intense. Because he says it with more sincerity than he did when they were around more people. And Eichi doesn't even have to reply before he finds himself whisked into this waltz yet again, somehow in the leading position. And then they dance and they dance and it's just the two of them, the stars as their only witnesses. And as the orchestra finishes their piece and the music fades out Eichi dips Wataru again and they kiss and it is so sappy and they are so so so so sappy.

They stay out on the balcony a little while longer but they retreat back inside rather timely seeing as it is still january and the night and as the following consequence of those two circumstances actually pretty cold and they'd both rather Eichi not get sick (he already got Watarus coat but then they'd also both like it very much if Wataru also didn't get sick either so they migrate back into the empty, dimly lit hallways of the mansion rather quickly)

(meanwhile at the actual ball people have noticed Eichi missing and started to ask questions, poor Yuzuru has to repeatedly tell people Eichi probably retreated into his quarters already, seeing as it is rather late and he was rather tired "Please excuse the young master for his failing in notifiying the other guests, he told me he didn't wish to interrupt the nice atmosphere and preferred to leave unnoticed".)

After the festivities died down Yuzuru and Tori go to check up on Eichis room because he's been gone without any notice and it would probably be useful to know if their kind-of-roommate just went away to fool around with that strange bard man they've been seeing sneaking around their mansion from time to time that Eichi seems to be oddly fond of or if the should actually be worried about his well-being. After they knock and get no reply Yuzuru just opens the door and he and Tori are both greeted with the view of Eichi asleep in his bed and next to him the also seemingly fast asleep figure of Wataru who's braid got considerably more lose during the course of the evening and who's also seemingly wearing some of Eichis sleepwear.

They both decide they have seen enough they do neither need nor wish to see more. Yuzuru, who has been in this situation before doesn't even have it in him anymore to react in a specific way. He just lets out this big sigh because he doesn't get paid enough for all of this as he directs Tori out of the room. Tori who has not been in this situation before has a Lot of questions now because he doesn't know this man but he's apparently closer to Eichi than most other people and he doesn't know how to feel about that but happy is probably not it.

(The following day Eichi has to listen to a (rightfully) disgruntled Yuzurus passive-agressive-yet-somehow-still-very-polite-sounding-Yuzuru-complaints about him just disappearing like that and leaving it to Yuzuru to take care of his mess (Eichi promises him to make up for it and that if Yuzuru has any favour to ask he's very welcome to come to Eichi about it). Tori really wants to ask about the strange man Eichi was so involved with but between not really getting a word in while Eichi and Yuzuru are talking and not really knowing how to take the exceedigly good mood Eichi is in (he's had "A very nice evening". With utmost certainty it was for reasons other than him actually enjoying the mingling witht the high society at social function he was obligated to host, Tori guesses), he kind of clinks out here and decides to simply take matters into his own hands when he gets the chance.)

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Fidelio Party - Part One

Steve Harrington gets invited to a "Fidelio Party" (like Eyes Wide Shut.) The only problem is… that he has no idea of what kind of party is that!

Rating: M Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson ags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - 2000s, Inspired by Eyes Wide Shut, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings

"So he invited you to a party?" He is on the phone with Robin, trying to find the perfect outfit. He doesn't want to look too preppy, Eddie is going to introduce him to his friends, or so he said. "Yes. Why? Did it sound strange to you?" he asks holding his phone between his ear and the shoulder. "No, I mean. It's strange. It's usually just the two of you. He didn't even come to our graduation party!" "He did! We did!" "Steve, you were both out of the bar in less than half an hour. He said he got anxious." "Maybe he did!" "And now he is inviting you to a party? That's not suspicious at all!" Steve sighs "Ok, do you want to help me or not? Because I'm running late and I still have no idea how to dress." "Did he say what kind of party is that?" "Uh, it's a party? How many kinds of parties do you know?" he asks confused. "Let's see, there are graduation parties, engagement parties, beach parties, tea parties, birthday parties... oh god? Do you think it's his birthday party?" "No, I don't think so. He would have invited you and the kids." "Would have he?" "Of course he would have!" he replies "And I'm quite sure that his birthday is in October by the way." "Oh. October uh? And how do you know it? Did he tell you?" "I... I might have looked at his profile on the video store terminal, ok?" "Look at you. Becoming a little stalker for your man, mama is so proud." "Please don't say things like stalker and mama in the same phrase! It's gross." "Right. So, back to the point: party, uh?" "Yep. With his friends so no preppy clothes." he looks at his wardrobe "Well, not too preppy." "Do you have anything black? Or grey? God Steve, you should have called me sooner! We could have gone shopping!" "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry! I was busy writing the fucking letter for college so..." "So you are trying again?" He sighs loudly, sitting on the only corner of his bed that is not covered in clothes "Well. Eddie said that he would help me." "Oh. My. God. You can't ask Eddie for help! He was a senior for three years in a row!" "He is not stupid!" "I'm not saying that he is! Only that, maybe, he is not the right person to ask for advice on how to get accepted at the university." Steve bites his lip. She is right. Eddie doesn't have the perfect score to get accepted anywhere. "Ok, ok, one thing at a time. Clothes. Now." "Did you find something black?" He looks at his bed, no black but a pair of very dark blue jeans "Nope." "Ok. I'm coming." "But don't you have a family dinner with your aunts?" "This is an emergency, Steve! Come on!" and in less than half an hour she is standing in his room, a big bag of clothes at her feet and numerous outfits on Steve's bed, looking proudly at his boy. "Now, that's nice!" she states. "You say?" "Yep. Hot, but still fancy. You have still the Harrington's vibe but you also have some more sexual vibes?" "So we are going for the sexual vibe?" he asks confused. He is wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt with the first button open. "Absolutely! It's the first party he invited you to, he is going to show you around! And these jeans are so tight that everyone will look at your ass, and he will say something stupid like "This ass is mine!" and you'll get so embarrassed that you will not say anything stupid back and only god knows how your night is going to end." He smiles, he knows that Robin would have helped him, but having her at his side is always comforting. "So, he is going to pick you up or?" "Oh, no. He said something about a secret location I think?" "A secret location?" she asks perplexed. "Yeah. You know how dramatic he is. Oh. Look. He just texted me. Ok, I'll go! Thank you for the help Robin!" he says getting his wallet and going down the stairs, knowing that she has the key and she can close the house behind her. "Secret location?! Steve?! But... like the movies?" "Yeah... he told me something about a fancy movie or something like that." "Wait! Steve! Which movie?! Which movie?!" she yells, but he is already driving toward the party location.

[rodbei]

Barbecue bacon burger

Øhm ok i wanted to do this before the party yesterday but now im doing on the train on my way home home on the train

Yesterdayyyy i woke up gave red their fucking vacumm back and we went to school its fucking foggy all the time rn

We had film to start of with we learnt about editing, and omg were watching bits of this one movie AND I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENDS am going insane. But we were in a group of me red a dude who ive become freinds with calleddddd "mail" cause its funny we had the edit this one clip and omg its was so funny me and red had to be acting togheter and holy shit we cant act omg. But theyre was this one girl in our class omg i felt so bad they dont say a lot at all and suddenly they just dissapeered and red was talking about how they werent talking alot and they were scared of keeping them iut if the projekt i added it was their own peoblem and suddenly they emerge from behind this cirner say they were sorry they dident talk alot and we felt so badd ahhhh red tried to comfort them but i think they went home after class wa.

They we had history it was fine i understood more this time but i still hate the way it teached cause it such an intresting subjeckt SO WHY DONT I UNDERSTAND SHIT UR SAYING.

Then we had math and i drew smallish beans and red said we should cosplay hermitcraft togheter i hope we can do it could be so fuuuunn.

After school i found out my back bike whell of my bike WITH UNBREAKABLE wheels had a fucking punctured wheel im screaming mail fixes it but the air was out before we were homing and omg i was sweating on my way home it gets 10 degress varmer on the way home every day so its super cold and then its super varm so im always SWEATING on the way home.

But i got home and procrastinated taking a shower for two hours on tiktok when i finally took a shower i realised it hink im losing weight?! And i dont know how to feel about it. At boarding school always felt horrible cause they gave us so much food and we never really did anything physical so i always felt bad eating wich is fucking stupid and now its like im never really hungry in the same was also i bike 10 km every day so i guess its nice but also wtf.

Anyway after my shower i made the best pb and j with banana ever and called my bf to watch 2 episodes of stranger things YIPPE we also just yapped alot and i hung up my posters i live my bf hes so cute.

I was also weirdly overstimulated after my shower but not overwhelmed more in the way that i could feel my hair in my face, my clothes touching my skin and just EVERYTHING also my toes touching and that everything was sticking to my feet ew ew ew.

But i put a hat on some comfy clothes and socks and it was only a midly horrible.

Then i died for tan hour tryin to figure out what to wear to the party cause it was fucking childs birthday themed. I landed on twd shirt with short pants funky socks and converse yippe.

Then i struggeld to find kale to go to rema but o found them we struggeld to find ea who had a car or somthing. And then mail the whimsical just kinda s p a w n e d. But the car dident car so we just walked to rema and i got some smirnoff and energy drink and alchohol and an AMERICAN lollypop i mean it fit the theme but mail kept saying i was patriotic?! BARBECUE BACON BURGER we go tot the party and then we left to make mails gross gross microwave burger and his choclate milk 😭 i had a LOT of energy oh and red spawned even tho they dislike parties. I went back and fourth frlm the party to them and i drank some smirnoff and here it gets a bittt blurry me and mail had a bit with BARBECUE BACON BURGER cause both him and red dont drink so they were just following me around eventually i got a drink from the bar and omfg shit just tasted like straight up vodka omfg it was eww i also paid some one for a party hat but i paid them with the rest of my lollipop pls wtf😭 i also called viggo at some point and me and mail kept screaming BARBECUE BACON BURGER at eachother omg.

I also called viggo at somepoint THEN I WON IN UNO AGAIN RED AND MAIL YIPPE im a god at uno fr fr. I ran around a lot it was fun i also did reds dishesss?? And mail walked me home at like 23 or somthing and called viggo and went to beddd. OH SHIT RED TOOK A VIDEO OF ME OH NO i tried to do the HOTTOGO dance and i failed oh noooooo

Song of yesterday was the meme BARBECUE BACON BURGER

- Redbei 09:06 21 sep on a train so so eepy

[bangbangchanie]

strangers || choi yeonjun

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Pairing: college student!yeonjun × college student!reader (fem)

Genre: fluff, angst, mostly slice of life

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, unedited, idk what else lol

Description: Yeonjun finds himself needing a favor from you after Soobin tries but fails to cover for him.

A/N: i wrote this during this past week and it's the first thing I've finished in a while. I'm not sure how i feel about it but i am glad i finally finished something that i don't hate lol. I meant to post this sooner and then i remembered it and was gonna chicken out, but it's yeonjun's birthday in SK, so i figured i should do it as a sort of birthday present. Lol, happy birthday to our 4th Gen It-Boy 💕 - Admin Peachy 🍑

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A sigh left Mrs. Choi's mouth as her call to her son went to voicemail for the nth time that week. She had been trying to get in touch with him as his father was having a very important business dinner and his boss was hoping to see Yeonjun there. Not only that, but she herself was hoping to see her son after nearly two months of not seeing him. They lived in the same city, for crying out loud!

She had her suspicions that he was up to no good. He had been a troublemaker in high school. While he got good grades, he didn't apply himself enough, and she was certain this new freedom wasn't going to help that. But, she couldn't just confront Yeonjun. She didn't want to seem like a helicopter parent or make him think she didn't trust him, but she worried about him. She wanted him to be safe and healthy and get a good education.

But, if she couldn't speak to him herself about it, what could she do? After considering her options, she decided to call his best friend Soobin.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Choi," Soobin said upon answering after just two rings. Gosh, if only her son was the same way. Not that the two were extremely different. Soobin was also a known troublemaker in high school, but it seemed getting a job in college had taught him more about responsibility. Maybe Yeonjun needed a job. "Is everything ok?"

Right, she was on the phone. "Hi, Soobin. I hate to call you so suddenly and just get straight to the point without asking how you are, but I've been quite concerned about Yeonjun lately," she confessed to him, getting right to business. "I've been calling him all week, and he isn't answering me. Is he doing alright? He's not hanging with that group of kids he got into all that trouble with in high school, is he? What about his classes? I just know he's skipping them."

Soobin gulped inaudibly, panicking because of the questions. Yeonjun wasn't hanging out with that group anymore, but he was certainly partying and getting drunk almost every night, which meant he was skipping classes because he was too hungover. Of course, he couldn't tell Mrs. Choi that. But, what was he supposed to say? He needed a good excuse that she would buy.

"Actually, Yeonjun has been going to his classes. He's just busy because he's studying so hard." That was an awful lie! She'd never believe that. Think, Soobin...think! "He's studying hard because he started dating this girl from one of his lectures. She's really studious, so she's been making sure he's staying on top of his work."

That seemed believable enough. "Really? A girlfriend?" Mrs. Choi asked, sounding pleasantly surprised. "Well, she sounds lovely! Why didn't he tell us this? Oh, that doesn't matter now. The important thing is that he's found himself a girlfriend and is doing well. Tell him to answer my calls, will you? Thank you so much, Soobin!"

She was quick to end the call, leaving Soobin's head spinning. Whatever the case, he was glad he saved his friend.

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"What the hell did you do?!" Yeonjun cried out as he burst through the door of his and Soobin's apartment. Soobin, who was sitting on the couch, jumped from shock. "Why the fuck would you tell my mom that I'm studying hard because I have a studious girlfriend?!"

Well, at least he finally answered her call. "What do you mean? To save your ass! Your mom called me today asking why you aren't answering her calls. She could somehow tell you weren't going to classes and being reckless, so I had to lie to make her think you're going to your lectures regularly and are just busy with something other than parties," Soobin informed him, not understanding why his friend was so pissed. "I told her you were busying studying, and then I added the studious girlfriend part so she'd actually buy it. You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you?! I should kill you! My dad has an important business dinner this weekend hosted by his boss, and now I'm expected to come with my new girlfriend. Do you know how fucked I am? How the hell am I supposed to just find a studious girlfriend in three days?! I mean, look at me! Smart girls aren't exactly rushing to date slackers like me."

Soobin hadn't been expecting any of this. Obviously, he would have come up with a different lie had he known the nature of Mrs. Choi's call. "Well...fuck!"

Kicking his shoes off, Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair. If he showed up at the dinner with no girlfriend, his mom would know something was up. He needed to pull this off so she wouldn't worry about him so much. But, how could he possibly do that?

"You just need to find a fake girlfriend," Soobin suddenly remarked, snapping his fingers. "Like in the movies! Ask a girl to be your fake girlfriend to trick your mom."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "This isn't a movie, and those movies are stupid. They set up two good-looking people to fall in love," he pointed out.

Waving him off, Soobin said, "Well, duh, it's a movie; that's supposed to happen. This won't be as complicated because you just have to trick your mom. Find a girl, bring her to the dinner, maybe stage some photos to send your mom for a couple of weeks, and then you can tell her you guys broke up."

He made a good point. As long as his mom was buying it, it didn't matter what others knew. The commitment wouldn't be as big as in the movies, and it wouldn't interfere with his daily life.

"Where am I gonna find a girl?"

That was how the two ended up in Yeonjun's English lecture the next afternoon. It was the only class that Yeonjun had where Soobin was free to tag along. They just hoped the professor wouldn't notice.

As students filed into the classroom, both boys began to size them up. Who seemed to fit the description Soobin gave Mrs. Choi best? Putting themselves in her mindset, which girl would she choose?

"Dude," Soobin said, sitting up a bit straighter after hitting Yeonjun's chest. Looking over, Yeonjun saw Soobin was staring at you. You were dressed in a simple blouse and cute skirt. "She's perfect...but I feel like I know her from somewhere."

Yeonjun thought you looked familiar, too, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Visually, you were perfect. You were cute, first of all, but you also appeared put together. Still, your intelligence level was the most important item on their checklist.

But, it became apparent quite quickly that you were quite smart and studious. You were one of the few students in the class that bothered to answer the questions. Aside from that, you remained quiet. Yeonjun couldn't quite gauge your personality, but that didn't really matter. All he cared about were your looks and brains.

"I remember how we know her," Soobin whispered to Yeonjun as the lecture was coming to an end. Yeonjun looked at his friend with a curious expression. "She was the class president our second year, remember?"

A look of realization appeared on Yeonjun's face. That was right! They never talked to you, but they naturally knew of you since the class president played a crucial role in the classroom. "Yep, she's perfect," Yeonjun remarked. The professor ended class and left. "Come on, it's go time."

Standing up, the two boys rushed over to your seat. You noticed the sudden presence, looking up and seeing two boys towering over you. "Um, can I help you?" you asked, feeling a bit nervous.

You didn't seem to recognize them. "You're Y/N, right?" Yeonjun asked, and you nodded slowly. "I'm Yeonjun, and this is Soobin. I don't know if you remember us--."

Cutting him off, you commented, "You're the guys that caused that explosion in the Chemistry lab."

Ah, so you did remember them. "Right. Hey, in our defense, it was an accident," Soobin remarked. "Plus, no one got hurt."

That didn't change the fact that they nearly destroyed the lab room. But, that was besides the point. "So, I know you didn't come over here to reminisce on old times...we weren't even friends in high school."

Smart girl. "I need a favor," Yeonjun informed you, getting straight to the point. "To make a long story short, I need a fake girlfriend by Saturday because of this idiot, and I think you'd be perfect for tricking my mom."

You finally stood up, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder. "Me? Why would I be perfect?" you asked, surprised by his words.

"You're smart and appear put together...that's really all it takes at this point."

Wow, how flattering. "No offense, but why should I help you? From the looks of it, you're the only one benefitting from this. You're the one that needs my help, after all."

Maybe you were annoyingly smart. Still, Yeonjun found it amusing. "I think you'll find that the dinner party you'd be attending would be quite beneficial," Soobin informed you on behalf of his friend. "You'd make many great connections."

Great connections? What was this dinner party? "I'll tell you what," Yeonjun spoke up. "If you find that the dinner party is beneficial enough for you, we'll call it even. If not, I'll give you two hundred bucks."

200 bucks? For some dinner party? That seemed like a lot. "How can I trust you?" you asked.

"Well, you're the one doing me a favor, so knowing that it's all fake is kind of collateral. If I don't hold up my end of the deal, you can tell my mom it was all fake and screw me over, so I kind of have to be a man of my word no matter what."

Hm, good point. "Are you busy right now? If you're interested, we can go somewhere and work out the details," Yeonjun added.

You were free, and you were finding this intriguing. Besides, you really wanted to know more about these potential connections through the dinner party. "Ok, let's go," you said.

Soobin left for work, leaving you and Yeonjun to discuss the details at a table in the main quad. He had ever so kindly bought you a lemonade that you were happily sipping on as you opened your notebook to a blank page.

"What's that for?" Yeonjun asked, drinking an iced coffee.

"The details. I mean, I think I should know what's expected of me if we're gonna pull this off, yeah?"

You were agreeing? "Mm, I love an obedient girl." You made a face at his joke, making him laugh. "I'm kidding...kind of. Anyway, does this mean you're gonna help me?"

Nodding you grabbed a pen from your backpack. "I mean, I have nothing better to do, and I'm intrigued by this dinner party. Now, tell me what kind of girlfriend would your mom want you to bring home?"

Yeonjun thought up a list of things his mom would look for in a potential daughter-in-law. Honestly, you thought it wasn't too demanding at all...just a nice, loving, smart girl.

"Oh, do you have any nice dresses? You'll want a nice dress," Yeonjun suddenly remarked. "We can go shopping for one together before the dinner. Besides, I think it'd be good for us to spend some time together and try to learn a little bit about one another to really sell this."

Wow, a free dinner, possible connections, possible money, and a free dress? This was a pretty sweet deal. "Yeah, that sounds good," you told him. "I think that we should also come up with a list of rules."

A small groan left his mouth as he said, "No! Don't tell me you're into those stupid movies. A list of rules is never good."

You giggled at how against it he was. "I don't mean rules like 'You must kiss me on the cheek once every couple of hours.' By rules, I mean things like 'Don't leave me alone for extended periods of time' or 'Don't mention this and that around my mom.'"

"Oh," Yeonjun said, not realizing at all that that was what you meant. "Yeah, that's smart. Let's do that."

Briefly, you guys came up with a set of basic rules that definitely needed to be followed. A smile appeared on your face as you wrote something down. "What? What are you writing?" he asked. You handed him the notebook and he read aloud, "'Absolutely no romance! Hand holding and hugs only! Don't fall in love!!!' Well, that goes without saying. You wrote that just to spite me, didn't you?"

As you nodded proudly, Yeonjun chortled and shook his head. Things were definitely seeming to go well. All he could hope was that the dinner would go smoothly.

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Yeonjun was in your apartment waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was looking around at all of your things when the door opened. "Y/N! Are you--oh, hell," a girl greeted him. It was Yeji, your best friend and roommate. "You must be Yeonjun, right? Y/N told me about you."

Well, not so much about him, but rather about the deal you two had. "It's nice to meet you," Yeonjun said, feeling a bit awkward all of a sudden. It was kind of pointless getting to know one another when this was a one-time thing.

"Ok, ok," you said, rushing out of your bedroom as you haphazardly put your earrings in. "Sorry, I'm ready. Oh, Yeji, good, you're home."

A big smile appeared on Yeji's face. "Y/N! You look so pretty!" she exclaimed. You were wearing black heels and a simple yet beautiful periwinkle dress. "This dress is gorgeous."

You couldn't hide your smile or your blush, never one that did well with compliments. "Thanks...Yeonjun picked it out for me."

Turning to look at him, Yeji found Yeonjun looking away as he shyly scratched the back of his neck. "I just thought it was a nice dress," he mumbled, unsure what to say. "I gave it to her, and it ended up looking really good."

Was he trying to compliment you? Yeji couldn't tell, and it seemed to go right over your head. "I'll, um, wait in the hall," Yeonjun added before leaving the apartment. He felt uncomfortable with Yeji around. There wasn't anything bad about her, but it almost felt like he was meeting your mom, which wasn't something he was used to.

"He's handsome!" Yeji exclaimed, somewhat lightly hitting your shoulder. "You're so lucky."

You giggled, shaking your head as you adjusted the new heels. They felt uncomfortable since they were new, but you'd manage. "Why? It's one fake date," you reminded her. "I hope you enjoyed looking at him while you could...you're probably never gonna see him again. Not around here, at least."

Ugh, sad. "Well, you shouldn't keep him waiting. Have fun and be safe, ok?"

Nodding, you two hugged before you joined Yeonjun in the hall. You were surprised to learn Yeonjun could drive, but you were definitely glad since it meant you guys didn't have to take the bus; you didn't want to risk ruining the dress.

"Nervous?" Yeonjun asked as he slid into the driver seat after he let you in first.

Were you nervous? "A little bit. I want to pull this off," you remarked. "Plus, I'll be surrounded by tons of people I don't know, so that's a bit worrisome. I'm sure I'll be ok, though."

Yeonjun watched you fiddle with your fingers nervously, making him chuckle lightly. His hand rested on your hands, stopping them from their movements. "It'll be ok. Besides, you'll have me there."

His words made you relax a bit, offering him a thankful smile.

The house you two arrived at belonged to Mr. Choi's boss, and it was the most beautiful mansion you'd ever seen. "I didn't even know there were mansions in Seoul," you said as you got out of the car. You always thought there were too many buildings to have mansions.

"Well, not downtown, of course, but in the outskirts of the city like this, they're quite a few," Yeonjun explained to you as someone went to park his car.

You suddenly felt underdressed, but Yeonjun had been the one to dress you. Glancing at him, you had to remind yourself of what he was wearing: pin-striped slacks, a white button-down dress shirt, and black loafers. It was a nice outfit, but a more casual business-like outfit.

"Are you sure I'm not underdressed?"

Yeonjun glanced at you, seeing that you seemed a bit worried. "You're definitely not underdressed," he informed you. "The parents and other employees tend to be overdressed, but you'll fit in with the rest of us."

That definitely made you feel better. "Ok," you said after letting out a shaky sigh. You held your hand out to him. "Let's do this."

He smiled, taking your hand in his own before you two entered.

"Yeonjun! You're here!" Mrs. Choi called out when she spotted her son, her eyes lighting up when she saw you two holding hands. He released your hand to give his mother a hug. "And you must be Y/N. I'd be lying if I said I've heard so much about you, but I'm certainly looking forward to getting to know you."

You hadn't been expecting her to hug you, too. Yeonjun laughed at your panicked expression. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am," you said when you separated. "I apologize that we didn't tell you about our relationship sooner. Yeonjun was just nervous about us meeting...you know how guys can be."

She nodded before saying, "Oh, yes, Mr. Choi was so nervous about me meeting his parents that we were practically engaged before it happened! I'm not surprised that Yeonjun takes after him...especially since you're his first girlfriend."

His first girlfriend? That was surprising. "Mom, I'm gonna take her to meet some of the others," Yeonjun said, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, alright, but I will be stealing her from you later to get to know her."

He hummed in understanding before once again taking your hand in his own, leading you away. "Who are the others?" you asked, beginning to get used to the way his hand felt holding yours. It wasn't a stronghold, but it was a secure one.

Taking you up the stairs, he said, "There are other children of employees here. Most of them are younger and suck, but the boss's son Beomgyu is cool."

"Wait, you still haven't told me what company your father works for."

Glancing back at you, a smirk appeared on Yeonjun's face. It made your heart flutter slightly. "He works for SJ Group."

That made you nearly choke on your own spit. SJ Group was one of the biggest conglomerates in Seoul! No wonder Soobin said you could make great connections at the party. "I'm at a dinner party for SJ Group?!" you cried out in a hushed tone so no one else would hear you. He nodded, finding your reaction amusing. "How could you not tell me! This is a huge deal, Yeonjun! I haven't even had time to mentally prepare. Do you know how many questions I could have prepared?"

Reaching out, Yeonjun booped your nose. It made you stop talking, totally shocked by the action. "Calm down, nerd," he told you, making you scowl. "It'll be fine. Just getting on their radar is good. Plus, they'll remember you since you're here as my girlfriend."

Well, that was a start at least. Knocking at one of the doors, Yeonjun stuck his head in, finding Beomgyu on the couch in his room playing video games. "Hey, you're here!" Beomgyu exclaimed, happy to see his friend. "Right on time, too; I was starting to get really bored."

Just like Yeonjun, Beomgyu didn't care for work parties or the other children. "Oh," Beomgyu added when you followed Yeonjun into the room. "Who's this?"

"This is Y/N, my girlfriend," Yeonjun informed him.

Oh, he wasn't in on the plan? Beomgyu suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. "This is your girlfriend? Yeah, right! Come on, dude, really, who is she?"

It made you feel insecure. Were you not good enough for Yeonjun? He was quite handsome, but you didn't think you looked that bad in comparison. "I fucking hate you. She's my fake girlfriend to trick my mom...it's a long story."

"I'm, um, going to use the restroom," you said, turning and leaving before either boy could say anything. You didn't even know where the bathroom was, but you didn't care. At least you'd have time alone to search for it.

Yeonjun hit Beomgyu's arm. "Dude, you probably hurt her feelings!" he exclaimed.

That made Beomgyu's eyes widen. "I didn't mean to! I just meant that there's no way a guy like you could land a girl like her," he explained to his friend. "Just based on appearance, you guys are opposite. She's all light and precious, and you're dark and gloomy. Plus, she's too hot for you."

Rolling his eyes, Yeonjun commented, "I could totally land a girl like Y/N...she's just not my type."

But, Beomgyu made a good point. You were far more put together than he was. Plus, his jet black hair, tattoos, and piercings made him seem emo to many people. Sure, he was a troublemaker in the past, but he wasn't like that anymore. He skipped classes and partied a lot, but he wasn't causing trouble. Still, just from the few hours he spent shopping with you, he could tell he wasn't your type, too. For some reason, that irked him.

Yeonjun sat down to play video games with Beomgyu. It wasn't until the end of their second-round that Yeonjun realized you hadn't returned. "Shit, I forgot about Y/N," he remarked, standing up.

"Wow, some boyfriend you are," Beomgyu teased, earning a glare from his friend. "Come on, let's look for her. I should make an appearance before dinner, anyway."

The two left Beomgyu's room to search for you. Thankfully, they didn't have to search for too long as you were out on the patio alone with Yeonjun's mother. She must have intercepted you.

"I guess I just worried Yeonjun would never find a girlfriend," Mrs. Choi told you, making Yeonjun's cheeks light up. Beomgyu had to stifle his laughter. "He never mentioned any girls before, and it seemed that he pushed them away. I always thought girls might be scared of his appearance or something."

She thought that? "Yeonjun was quite popular in high school. A lot of the girls in our year were into his bad boy appearance, actually. He always got the most gifts during Valentine's Day, too," you explained to Mrs. Choi. "His locker would be full of them by the end of the day, but I don't think he cares for the holiday because he always threw them out. Still, he made sure to do it when no one else was around, and I think he did it to spare their feelings."

You knew he did that? He always thought he was alone when he did. "I just think Yeonjun is a bit misunderstood. He may look intense and standoffish, but he's actually really kind and considerate. I remember one day in high school when it was raining. He had brought an umbrella to school that day, but he ended up leaving it on the desk of another student that had forgotten their own. Really, I noticed he was always doing sweet things for the others, but I don't think he ever thought much about it. I think he just saw it as something natural that he didn't need to gain anything from."

Mrs. Choi was surprised by the slight sparkle in your eyes as you spoke about her son. "I never knew about any of that. Well, I'm glad to hear he was so popular. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N, but I guess it makes sense since Yeonjun chose you out of all of those girls," she told you. It wasn't true at all, and, even if it was, he hadn't chosen you in high school, but you didn't say anything. "I'm just glad he met someone that can see the real him...someone that can see his pure heart."

Yeonjun had to recover from his shock, unable to listen to you talk about him any longer. "There you are," he spoke, going outside to interrupt. "I was starting to get worried, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my mom stole you."

After all, she said she would. "We were having a lovely conversation. Weren't we, Y/N?"

"Yes, I was enjoying it," you commented. You were surprised to find that you meant it, and Yeonjun was surprised that you sounded so sincere.

The four of you, including Beomgyu, went to join the main party for dinner. Surprisingly, you talked to many of the other guests, and you found that the conversations were quite interesting and enjoyable. You had expected to be alone most of the party, but the conversations just came naturally.

Time was slipping away from all of you, and you were only snapped back to reality by a loud clap of thunder. "I didn't even realize it was raining," one of the guests confessed, looking outside as it was pouring. "Was there any rain in the forecast?"

It seemed the storm was an unexpected one. With knowledge of the storm, everyone slowly but surely began to leave the party. "Yeonjun," Mr. Choi spoke, walking over to where the two of you were standing. "Your mother and I have decided the road conditions are too poor for you to be driving. We insist that you and Y/N stay the night with us. We can have someone bring your car home in the morning."

What? Staying the night? That was certainly not part of the plan. Then again, neither was the storm. You couldn't blame Yeonjun for any of it. "What? You want Y/N to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked, clearly just as flustered as you.

"Well, you don't expect her to hitchhike to Seoul or get a hotel, do you? She's your girlfriend, after all, son. Besides, your mother seems quite ecstatic about having her over."

His parents had a point; the road conditions were poor and only getting worse by the minute. The idea of driving home worried you. "I'm grateful that you'll have me, Mr. Choi," you said, unsure of what else to say. "They're right about the roads, Jun...especially at this time of night."

He was too caught off guard by the sudden nickname to argue. That was how you two ended up in his bedroom back at his parent's house. The house was huge. It wasn't as grand as Beomgyu's place, but it was still nicer than anything you were sure you'd ever be able to afford.

"I assume you two are fine sleeping in here together," Mrs. Choi said, fixing the bedspread. "I mean, you two are adults, after all. It's probably not your first time sharing a bed."

She laughed at her own words, happily teasing her son. "Mom!" Yeonjun cried out, making her laugh once more. "It's late, and I'm sure we're all tired."

It was his way of telling her to leave. Thankfully, she decided to give him a break. "Sleep well, kids," she said, gently smoothing your hair before leaving.

"Your mom is really nice," you commented.

He chortled. "Yeah, it must be nice for you when she's not saying something to embarrass you every five minutes," he pointed out, making you giggle. "I think it worked, though...she seems thoroughly convinced."

There had been times even he forgot momentarily that it was all fake. "Nice job with that nickname, by the way."

You beamed at him. "Thank you! I thought it would be a nice touch."

"Why don't you wash up first? My mom left some pajamas for you in the bathroom," he told you.

Nodding, you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Yeonjun grabbed his phone to text Soobin about how everything went. As he was doing so, he saw a text from Beomgyu.

It read: I take it back...you and Y/N even fooled me tonight. You guys look cute together, and she seems really sweet. Maybe think about everything before you "dump" her.

Beomgyu was admitting he was wrong? Geez, what a crazy night. Things went well, but almost too well...it was definitely an unexpected night.

"I should text Yeji before she worries," you mumbled to yourself as you sat on one side of Yeonjun's bed after you had both washed up. "She thinks you're hot, by the way. I don't know if you were interested."

Why were you telling him that? "I'm not interested in anyone else but you, angel," he said jokingly, gently caressing your face.

Your body was on fire, feeling embarrassed by the pet name and sudden affection. Worst of all, you didn't hate it. "Stop messing around."

He chuckled, watching you get under the covers. "My mom really likes you. In fact, you were a big hit at the party. I think the other moms were jealous." Turning the lamp next to his bed on, he shut the main lights off, climbing in next to you.

"Well, I really like your mom, and I enjoyed myself tonight. I had so many interesting conversations," you told him, and he was glad you had a good time. "Speaking of which...you've never had a girlfriend?"

He forgot his mom had said that. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he said, sighing softly.

You shook your head, turning on your side a bit to look at him. "No, I'm genuinely surprised. In high school, you were always the hottest guy in our grade...some girls made a list. I mean, I guess I never saw you with a girl, but I guess I just thought you dated."

"I don't really think being hot is a compliment. Like, obviously it is, but I feel like girls thought I was hot without knowing anything about me. They focused on my looks, so that was what they liked me for, nothing else."

That was actually sad, but he had a point...being hot wasn't some great compliment. "Well, I'm honored to be your first girlfriend, even if it is fake," you told him, making him crack a smile.

It reminded him of your conversation with his mom. "I heard you telling my mom you thought I was a good person in high school," he confessed to you. "I didn't know you were so obsessed with me."

You rolled your eyes and said, "Oh, fuck off. I was the class president, so I paid close attention to everyone. But, I really did think you were sweet, and I still do. I don't know why you act like you're not, Choi Yeonjun, but I can see right through you."

He sat up a bit to look at you, surprised by the effect that your words had on him. This was all supposed to be fake. Things weren't supposed to go this far...Yeonjun should have dropped you off at your apartment with no intention of ever seeing you again. He wasn't supposed to find you cute, and he certainly wasn't supposed to want to kiss you.

"Let's go to bed," he said, turning to light off.

You were surprised but didn't say anything, wondering what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

All he could do was lie awake in the darkness, unable to stop the voice inside his head telling him that he should have kissed you. But, what right did he have to kiss you? After all, you were only strangers.

[metalbuckaroo]

Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Masterlist

Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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[cherrydreamer]

(@mourntheantagonist Happy Early Birthday! I hope you have an amazing birthday week!🎂This little present of a ficlet was entirely inspired by your Billy Hargrove's Exploration of Beauty series and I hope you didn't mind me dabbling in your universe (cause you KNOW how much I adore those fics!))

💅

It all starts when Claudia Henderson decides to try her hand at being an Avon Lady, as a way of earning a little extra money for the holidays.

She's definitely not the most glowing rep for the brand, and she doesn't go in for all the parties and the home makeovers, but she's no stranger to brushing on a little mascara and a bit of lipstick, and there's something about her more natural look that seems to resonate with the less glossy of the Hawkins' housewives. And, more importantly for her customers, their deliveries always come with a few free samples of Claudia's baked goodies, and a little helping of local gossip.

Although there's one customer who doesn't partake in those extra little perks. Susan Hargrove. Max's mom. As much as Claudia would like to get to know her, Susan's booklet and neatly filled out order form are returned by Billy whenever he drops Max off, and he's also the one who picks up her packages, taking the paper bag with a couple of shiny blue tubes and compacts and insisting that Susan asks him to do it to save Claudia the hassle.

It's strange. There's something about it Claudia can't quite work out. Because no matter how many lip glosses or eyeliners or nail varnishes that Susan orders, her look never seems to change. And it gets stranger still when she runs into Susan at the grocery store, and takes the opportunity to ask her whether she liked the surprisingly bold lipstick she ordered recently, only for Susan's face to screw up in confusion before she shakes her head and says she's not ordered anything for the last few months.

Claudia smoothes it over. Apologises and says she must be getting muddled. But as she carries on shopping, it all falls into place. Billy must be buying these things for a girlfriend. A sweetheart. It's romantic really, not the kind of thing she'd have thought would cross the mind of a boy like him. But hey, mustn't judge. And everyone gets a little bit silly when they're in love. And he's not harming anyone, so she lets it slide. Keeps up the pretence for the next few orders. Hands over 'Susan's' packages with little more than a smile. But eventually she cracks, she can't help it, she's curious, and so the next time Billy comes to collect an order, Claudia gives him a knowing wink when she hands it over and says "I know this isn't for Susan, sweetie."

But her cheery smile drops at the expression that floods Billy's face, the way his face goes pale, his eyes big and wide and full of fear, and she wonders if he's embarrassed at being caught out. So she forces that smile back onto her face, and tries to reassure him. She reaches out, taking his trembling hand in hers, an ache in her heart when he flinches back from her gentle touch. And she knows there's something more here. Something bigger than she thought.

"Are you selling it?" She asks, trying desperately to think of any other explanation, "To make a little money for yourself? That's OK, hon, it's clever, actually. Maybe we could go into business together, you could-"

But Billy just shakes his head, clutching the package to his chest.

"Oh," Claudia sighs, "But you're getting it for someone else, right? A girlfriend?"

Billy shakes his head, and Claudia tries again,

"Oh! Is it for Max? Oh honey, does her Mom not want her wearing it? Or, well, her stepdad? He seems a little..." She trails off before she reveals her true feelings about a certain Neil Hargrove, "Maybe I should have a word with Susan. I know I don't have a daughter, but I know it's nothing for her to be worried about. Lots of girls want to experiment with their looks at her age. It's normal."

And that's when Billy absolutely breaks. When his face crumbles and his lip quivers and he shoves the package back into Claudia's hand as the truth comes spilling out before he can hold it back.

"It's mine, OK? It's for me. All that shit in there, I've been getting it for me."

And Claudia gets it then. And ok, it is definitely something more, something a little bigger. But it's nothing she can't handle. She didn't spend a year working as a seamstress for a Parisian drag bar without learning a few things about life. So she makes sure that her smile doesn't even falter, and she taps a finger on the parcel in her hands, "Well then," she says, voice light and breezy, "In that case, let me swap out that eyeshadow. The silver is nice but, honestly honey? The gold is going to be much more your colour."

[sweetlullabyebye]

Ok so here are Stranger Things dynamics I really really really want to see (Dustin and his gay dads and Max and her lesbian moms being a given):

Lucas and Steve. We know Steve went to his basketball match, now I want him to take care of the Sinclair siblings (what with Erica being part of the Ahoy group), drive them to matches, argue with Eddie to move the campaign to another day so they can cheer on Lucas' game, all that. When Lucas gets overwhelmed for some reason, feels misunderstood or just had a bad day, Steve drives them to a nearby fast food and they get fries and burgers while discussing about basketball, relationships and stuff.

Eddie and Eleven. I saw a really cool post (i don't remember the user sorry) with Eddie explaining to Eleven that she can cover her tatoo if she wants, and now I want them to be friends.

Eddie and Will. Duh.

Nancy and Erica. Don't ask me why, but I feel like both would secretely find the other kind of cool, and roll their eyes at the others while making deductions. Don't ask me, idk either. Also Erica reads her articles and gives her suggestions or says snarky comments to help improve them.

Steve and Jonathan, from enemies to awkward friends -also both are Nancy's ex according to my Ronance fan self, so there's that-, watching over the kids -also Steve tries to support Jonathan's love for photography, while Jonathan is thankful for him driving the kids, including Eleven and Will, to school-.

Argyle and Steve. The confusion. Just. The confusion.

It has been said before, but Robin and Will! Robin supports Will fully and he supports her back, they get protective of the other and are ready to snap at anyone who disrespects the other.

Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike. YES, they are the original four, but I NEED more interractions, okay?????? Having their D&D games, shouting in the car when one of them is learning how to drive, passing their driving liscences at the same time, study groups, having sleepovers and being chaotics in museums. Just the party being the party and being a mess and watching Princess Bride and Star Wars and trying out karaoke and living loving laughing yk.

Lucas and Will. I feel like I've barely ever seen them together and that's a crime. PLEASE let them talk, have discussions, Will forces everyone to go to Lucas' games and Lucas buys him jars of dices for his birthday, makes an effort to have very detailed backgrounds for all his d&d characters because he knows Will likes learning about them.

Steve and Max; I've seen a post about how Steve would take Max to drive, and I STRONGLY AGREE, we need cool older brother for Max that isn't giving her lifelong trauma ok???? Steve helping Max to park, both of them screaming when the brakes stop working once, and then bursting out in laughter in the hospital after the airbags opened and knocked them out. Steve cheers her whenever she skates and she rolls her eyes, while still smiling.

Eddie and Max, still based on post, about how Eddie would get protective of Max and him and Wayne would invite her to eat (if I find the posts I'll try to put them at the bottom of this one) (otherwise if you know them please let me know). They're neighbours and I want to see that *-*.

Joyce and Eleven, actually. I mean, mother-daughter bonding when????? Going to the mall to find Eleven clothes that actually fit her taste, having talks in the car, taking Eleven to doctor appointments and staying with her during it, smiling reassuringly.

Suzie and Robin. Okay, might be weird, but yeah. I just want to see it -both are freaking geniuses too and I feel like Suzie could probably speak more than one language, so they start a conversation in like, latin or whatever, and Dustin is just complaining about not understanding anything and they both go "urgh, boys" before laughing-.

Suzie and Steve, with Steve acting like the protective dad and squinting at that small teenager that gives no shit about his approval and broke his ears singing 'neverending story' or whatever while they were on the brink of death. Him giving her the 'if you ever hurt my son' talk and she's just looking at him like -_-.

Dustin and Nancy. He found her cool before, wants her to get back with Steve, but as soon as his braincells connect and he understands neither her nor Steve wants to stay together, he becomes a hypeman for Steddie and Ronance. He forces his mom to buy a subscription for Nancy's newspaper. She, in return, helps him with his assignements and actually teaches him how to use a gun.

Hopper and Argyle, I'm actually kind of intrigued at how that interraction would go -Hopper might be happy to finally have an in-law that's not a Wheeler, while Argyle finds him super cool-. Hopper tells him about Russian prison and Argyle is just like, putting his thumbs up going "that's crazy man".

Nancy and Will, the "can use a gun and cares a lot about Mike" duo. When Nancy learns that Will loves Mike, she just hugs him and wishes him good luck with that. They go to shooting ranges and Nancy breaks a guy's fingers when he makes a remark. Will starts making short comic books and she manages to get them published, she buys every new album. She takes him to an exposition about Alan Turing.

Argyle and Will. Argyle becomes the stoner uncle/other older brother/in law, and doesn't hesitate roasting Mike whenever he feels like he's not being considerate of Will enough (callback to the airport scene). Will finds him very nice and Argyle teaches him how to drive the van (yes I like driving prompts a lot), and does a whole speech about not letting people give him shit about anything. They all go to a fair once and Argyle cheers for everytime Will shoots and wins, and buys him a giant ice cream.

Murray and Argyle. Murray still has no idea who he is, and is confused by Argyle's energy. They talk conspiracy theories together.

Robin and Jonathan, the ex vs the new girlfriend. Robin actually finds Jonathan alright, although she winces when she learns about his stalker past, and they bond while waiting for Nancy to be done with something, in a parking lot. Both are very protective of Will (actually, everyone is, but especially the both of them) and Jonathan reacts to Nancy and Robin's relationship with a "cool" before awkwardly explaining his and Argyle's relationship. Robin is one of the first to learn about it and they make a bet about how long it's gonna take Steve to figure it out 

Eleven and Lucas. Yes, they were suspicieous of the other at first, but it's been a while now and Lucas decides to teach her basketball -she agrees to not use her powers, and they both scream in excitement when she manages to score a goal-. She's very attentive to his problems even if she doesn't understand all of it, and he does the same. They're the closest to Max and that's something they also bond over.

Jonathan and Hopper: Mike Wheeler's hate group (Max is in too), awkward at first but Hopper catches Jonathan high and starts talking about his own young adult years, they watch TV together for the news, and Hopper prints Jonathan's pictures and agressively shoves them in the other policemen faces like "LOOK HOW TALENTED MY SONS ARE"

Steve and Eleven: "listen young lady", Steve decides she deserves to be protected and not always be protecting, he makes her Eggos, and they make a list of things she likes to eat. Steve helps her with buying clothes, and lets her pick outfits for him -he wears even the most ridiculous of them-.

Jonathan and Eleven: the older brother, he gives her an awkward lesson about not hurting others and not doing drugs and she just goes "what about you?", he's trying to be supportive, she reacts to his relationship with Argyle by just frowning and accepting it, and he gives her rides to school and places while they listen to whatever they find. He glares at Angela and the other bullies and has a whole plan just in case it happens again -which involves threats and stuff like that-.

Steve and Erica: Erica comes every now and then to Family Video, and threatens him if he ever tells anyone she watches Grease. Every once in a while he'll drive her to Scoops Ahoy to get her her endless supply of ice cream, and she updates him on the rumors in return. She thinks he's pretty dumb, he thinks she's too sassy, they both get along well.

Mike and Hopper: it has been said and said again, but Hopper leading a Mike Wheeler's hate club and being absolutely furious that he's dating yet another one of his children. They're arguing a lot but did end up having a frenemies relationship, which means if anyone hurts Eleven or Will, they will unite to crush them, and Hopper gives the occasional hugs. They had to drive to a restaurant together once and it almost ended in a car accident. Mike started doing the Office stare whenever Hopper got annoyed and it made him even more annoyed.

I think that's all? Anyways yes, I want to see all of that and I know the Suffer Brothers are not gonna give it to me, so yeah.

[belovedharringrove]

so a while back i officially reached 100 followers on here and, as a way of thanking all you wonderful human beings, i decided to make a post rating some stranger things characters based on how they would react if asked their sexuality and if they support the lgbtq+ community. y’know, a 100 follower celebration post. so here it is! i apologize if it’s short and i’ll probably make a part 2 if enough people ask for it and suggest new characters. enjoy!

billy hargrove

2/10

slapped me for hanging out with steve?

ouch, bestie

doesn’t have a sexuality

probably because he hates everyone

for good reason tbh

not an ally 😭

ouch, bestie pt. 2

told me to be ashamed of myself???

calling the cops on u, sir

would’ve given him a lower rating but it amused me how i annoyed him so much he decided to stop talking to me.

didn’t stop me from bothering him some more tho lol

steve harrington

8/10

kinda sus how he told me it’s obvious he’s straight

like ok, sir

it’s just a question

is an ally 🎉

got kinda defensive towards the end there tho

watch ur tone with me

but still, it was probably bc he has a homophobic dad or something

i’m not gonna punch u for supporting the community, babes

and i’m definitely not gonna slap you for hanging out with me *side eyes billy*

tommy hagan

6/10

poor boy is confused

says he’s straight but then says he has no interest in women

pls make it make sense

lost points for not even being an ally

legit said he doesn’t care about us, like???

ouch, bestie pt. 3

bestie was so quick to tell me no too, like

damn ok, chill

not inviting him to my birthday party, that’s for sure 😤

eddie munson

9/10

why was steve cheating on me with nancy at the beginning? 🤨

made me repeat myself which is totally not cool

said he’s straight which is totally okay but i at least thought he would be pan tbh

the steddie/mungrove/harringroveson shippers are not gonna like this

can already hear the hellcheer fandom throwing a party in the bg tho

lost points for hesitating to tell me he’s an ally

can’t be too mad at him tho bc he did check up on me after steve? cheated on me? with nancy wheeler???? which was very sweet of him

i am kissing u on the forehead rn, edward munson

jonathan byers

9/10

*whispers* he’s a little confused

says he’s gay but likes me?

ok

he understands himself and that’s what matters

short and sweet and straight to the point

wasted no time and i appreciate that

the short responses made me sad tho

lost a point bc he asked me out on a date after this

like bestie, i thought u were gay

don’t confuse me

argyle

1/10

i am brocken 💔❤️‍🩹⛓❤️‍🔥

this one hurt me

i was rooting for u, we were all rooting for u

thought he was doubting and still exploring which is 100% cool

but then bestie goes and says he’s not an ally?

and then bestie has the nerves, the gall, the audacity and the balls to ask me why i’m mad?

sir

SIR

don’t play with me

tried to get me to smoke with him afterwards and got all sad when i said no

he made me sad too so now we’re even

nancy wheeler

5/10

um

how did she know where to find me?

worstie is in her stalker era

made. me. repeat. myself.

not cool.

worstie rlly said “gay rights but for me only”

was very quick about it too

after that she asked me to stop calling her bestie because it made her uncomfortable

when i said yes she just walked away from me

i thought we were gonna study together 😢

robin buckley

what/10

why do they always make me repeat myself?

i thought she was a lesbian. what.

depends on who?? asks? the question???

so did she really tell steve that she’s a lesbian just to keep him away from her? i am so sorry, stevie baby

but did she really go around thinking that i thought that gay people don’t exist?

you heard it here first, folks. gay people aren’t real, they’re actually robots made by the government to spy on us and turn the frogs gay.

side note but what the fuck kinda projects are these teachers giving

how about neither, bestie

carol perkins

6/10

made me explain myself

a bisexual queen

date me then pls

i mean what? 😳

apparently learned from nancy, little miss “gay rights for me and only me”

gets one more point than nancy bc she apologized for not being an ally

although now that i think about it, she probably apologized just so i would giver her a ride

she would do that

barbara holland

11/10

told me to go away and then asked to be friends

confusing

was straightforward which i always appreciate

didn’t plan on asking her if she was in love with nancy, it really just slipped, but tbh i’m glad i did bc the tea is piping hot

she and tommy need to start a “in love with my best friend but live in a homophobic town so need to hide my feelings for them” club tbh

is an ally 😍

she said gay rights for everyone

r.i.p barb, i knew you were my favorite character in season 1 for a reason

tag list: @iwigyousub

[fangirl-everythang]

Smoke Break C. T. H.

Summary: At Calums' party he leaves for a smoke, y/n joining him later on. Some rando pukes on y/n leaving the two to get away. He maybe receives a gift.

Warnings: Swearing, Sex, Oral sex, smoking, mentions of alcohol.

Word Count: 3475

Calum's POV

Who the hell are these people? It's a party for me and I know no one here. Fucking great, Oh yeah mate, trust me it's gonna be HUGE. You'll love it. This is the last time I listen to Ashton. Do I look like I'm fucking having a great time?

We need to get him a girlfriend. They all tell me I need to settle but I'm known as the lone wolf it never works with the lifestyle we have. Well somehow Luke and Michael make it work but to me it's exhausting.

"Aye mate, having fun?" I turn to see dyed hair and I know it's Michael.

"It's fine." I huff as someone shouts happy birthday once more. I see Roy across the way with some chick and he shrugs at me. I would've just preferred to go see Mali but she's always busy now. I just look at Michael while taking a sip of the beer in my cup I've been on this one since this shit of a party started.

"It could be worse you know? You could-" He's interrupted by Crystal who leans up and whispers in his ear he nods and begins to grab her hand. "We're gonna head out she's not feeling well." He gives me a sympathetic smile. "Happy birthday." is all he says when they begin to leave the room. Welp, there goes another friend.

I haven't seen Ashton since the party started and Luke definitely is getting it in with Sierra right now. Literally, all over each other, it's truly disgusting if you asked me. Deciding to move away from this wall I head to the kitchen to throw this drink away, taste watered down because of the ice. Pushing through the moving bodies and the lights everywhere, I dump that shit in the sink. Ashton comes my way trailing a girl behind him, "There you are! Y/n showed up?" I see the hair of a girl just talking to someone who's just come behind her.

Y/n has been around us for a while. I don't know when but our friendship started after we met at a party. She was waiting for Arzylea to join her when we started talking. Next thing you know she was a part of our inner circle. Not gonna lie, She's my favorite person in the group. Everyone thought that when Arz and Luke broke up, she would leave too but she's still here. And she keeps that group chat very entertaining shall I say. We've hung out a few times, with her it's different though. I don't feel the need to be THE Calum Hood bass player for 5SOS, she knew of me but cared more for the person I was. She asked questions even though she knew the answers. I just felt relaxed with her. As more people entered the kitchen, I go to the back porch where I don't see anyone. There are too many people and I don't even want to think about how to clean this up. Pulling a cigarette from the pack I just let the smoke fill my lungs and slowly exhale while leaning against the siding of the house.

"You know that's an awfully bad habit you have Hood." The familiar voice speaks, forcing me to open my eyes.

I chuckle, "Why aren't you enjoying the party?" I ask her.

"Come on you know that's not my scene." I nod silently agreeing. She looks stunning, the way her dress hugs her body, she's so effortlessly flawless. Most girls have to go through a tribal ritual to look as amazing as her. "Stop that." she laughs.

I shake my head slightly to remember what I just did. "Sorry I-I didn't mean to um yeah fuck." I stumble for words she just nods. "It's okay.'' she looks down and fumbles with her hands. It's cute how she does that, almost like she doesn't know she's the most beautiful person in the room. A harsh gust of wind pushes past and she shivers. I look at her and open my arms with my jacket she rolls her eyes but gets closer. Holding the cigarette with my mouth to free my hands I just pull her closer until I feel the warmth of our bodies touch.

"Thanks" She mumbles against my chest. She looks up at me before pulling the cigarette between my lips, just as I'm about to protest she takes a puff. Watching her smoke is by far the hottest thing I've seen, and I've seen Luke naked.

"Oh look who's punkrock now?" I smirk at her as she brings the burning toxin to my lips. Her laugh. Sounds like fucking angels I can feel her chest moving through my shirt. "Can I be in the band now?" She raises an eyebrow.

Dropping the small bud I just laugh along with her. "hEYYY I'm serious" she wines.

"Sure you are." I smile at her.

"No offense Cal but your party blows." She looks at the lights jumping on the hardwood of the deck.

"It's more of Ashton's," I admit. One hell of a birthday. She wraps her arms around my waist and places her head on my chest. "Happy birthday Cal," she whispers.

"Thank you y/n." I can feel my pulse in my throat. Being with her makes me so comfortable but yet I feel like I'm on fire. She gets me like no one else could imagine. I place my chin on the top of her head and just hold her. I don't want this to end. "Did Ashton invite you?" curious to how she showed up. In the group chat she said she had plans this weekend. I was really disappointed because if it wasn't clear enough I like her a lot.

"Something like that." She reaches for her phone and scrolls through her text. "From Ashton at 6:58 am," she begins to read slightly pulling away to look at the screen between us. "Hey Y/n! know you're busy this weekend but that doesn't matter because Calum likes you and won't admit it but it would be cool as lemons if you could show up." I'm going to fucking kill him. I hope he likes his ashes being burnt with that fucking lemon tree. She smiles at me and I feel like I could evaporate right the fuck here. Oh Ashton. I will kill you. The door next to us opens and some random guy comes out drunk as hell. "Oh h-hey you three," His burp interrupts him, "It's a great party in thheere"

As he stumbles Y/n goes to keep him upright, but his body has other plans. The foul smell that comes from the vomit projecting on Y/n is awful. He apologizes but quickly goes back inside wiping his mouth on his shirt. "Are you okay?" I ask her equally as shocked. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment, I grab her hand without waiting for a response and drag her inside. After her many protest and looks from random people that can smell the bile on her, we make it to the stairs. There are too many fucking people here. Constantly pushing past bodies I know none of these bathrooms are cleared. I walk her down the hallway to my bedroom door when someone interrupts me. "Dude, I've been trying to get in there all night. It's locked. Complete dipshit of an owner right." He smirks reaching for a high five. I roll my eyes at his gesture and grab the key to open my door. His smirk fades into one of realization. He tries to apologize but I shut the door in his face after Y/n follows me inside.

I take off my shoes and she looks at me questioningly. "I have a bathroom in here you can use Y/n." as I relock my door. The last thing I need is for some stranger to come messing with my personal stuff.

"You shouldn't have-"

"Shut up. Some stranger just threw up on you. I would prefer to be in here with you than out there where I don't know anyone. Now go shower." She starts to argue but I just help shove her in the bathroom while closing the door. She knocks from the inside of the door, "Yes Y/n?" I smile at her playful banter.

"I need help. I can't reach the zipper" she says through the wooden door. I release the handle and nod. right she can't see me. Opening the door I walk in, "So your plan was to lock me in here?" She smiles looking through the mirror at me while moving her hair to one side of her shoulder.

"Not exactly, I was gonna kidnap you later." I grab the small zipper and begin to undo it. No wonder who the hell can hold this tiny thing. Once I get it down she thanks me. "Just throw it away okay?"

"But-" I stare at her and she agrees. Closing the door to let her shower. Clothes, she needs clothes. I walk into my closet and grab a t-shirt and her emergency bag. She came up with the idea since no one knows how to bring clothes anywhere we all have one outfit at everyone's place. Thanks to Michael she had to wear the outfit here, but her undergarments are still there.

I knock on the door and she's still in the shower so I leave the shirt and the bag on the counter in the steamy room. Walking out I take off the skinny jeans I'm wearing and change into sweats and a t-shirt.

So many options. Who ever came up with Netflix is a fucking genius. My phone buzzes next to me and I see Ashtons Name. A text, great!

From: Daddy 1:17 am

Bryana's here. Gonna go Catch up.

I just send him an 'Ok' because we all know they're still stuck on each other and there's no way in hell I'm going down there. About 20 minutes into big mouth Y/n walks out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I left for her. No one's ever looked that good in my shirt, shit I don't even look good in my shirt. "Thank you Calum" she quietly commented. "No problem." I pat the spot next to me and she climbs in the bed. I hit play on the tv remote as the show continues to play. I can't even focus on the hormone monster on the screen, this feels so fucking right. I feel her playing with my hand as she watches the screen intently. Her brow furrowing when she doesn't get the concept of Jay being a magician or the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. I could literally just watch her all day. I mean I know she doesn't like me but I can't help but imagine what a relationship with her would be like. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship but this, this feels more important. It's just not fair I mean there's tour and I wouldn't want to be away from her that long if she were mine. I don't understand how she's single I mean look at her. And you don't find many girls with a personality like hers, she's so kind-hearted and the most humble person I know. When we were in Bali, everyone went to this pool resort and we thought she went missing for the day. But she returned home after visiting orphanages and helping at the village day clinic. I don't want to be selfish but I'll be damned if I let her go. I'm so thankful for that girlfriend of Luke's to bring her completely unbothered, outgoing, and amazing friend with her to that club in New York.

"Did you hear me?" The soft voice brings me from my thoughts. I look down at her "No what?" She starts laughing. I see a black screen on the wall and look at her quizzically. She raises her hands in defense "It's been off for the past 15 minutes." she shrugs. "You looked deep in thought." I just stay silent and look up at the ceiling. ''You can talk to me you know?" she whispers.

"Have you ever wanted something you can't have?" I ask. She chews on her bottom lip before responding.

"I suppose, I mean in regards to what?" but I cut her off, "Why'd you come tonight?"

"It's your birthday." she states clearly confused. "Ashton's text doesn't bother you?"

"I didn't think it would have to bother me?-"

"You had plans."

"You mean much more Cal." I let her words sink in. Did she like me the way I like her?or maybe she doesn't and I'm really hoping for something? No. This could never work. I don't do relationships.

"Do you wanna keep watching? " I ask her hoping she'll say yes.

"That was the last episode" she says as she turns to me a glimpse if hope in her eyes. "We can just talk Cal."

"I'm actually pretty tired." She nods, a small frown on her face as she goes and turns the light off. "Night Cal"

"Goodnight Y/n." I whisper before pulling her closer to me. I feel her muscles relax and soft snores escape her lips.

* * *

The sun in the room feels warm against my skin. Opening one eye I see the contract of the bright light against the walls. As I go to move the curtains I feel a warm presence next to me turn. Well, fuck me. Her shirt came up just the slightest to exposed her black lace panties to me and damn is it a sight. Look away. Look away. Look away.

Physically getting up from the bed she pouts and rubs her eyes. "Cal? " her slightly rasped voice speaks. "Yeah just closing the blinds. "

"Can you leave it just a tad. " she ask pulling the covers over her. "The soft light is nice. " I mean I can't say no. "Come here. " she demands and I get back in bed with her. "I should probably start cleaning soon. " I say as a line ass excited to leave the room. All I can picture is how good she looked in these panties and I need to take care of this soon.

"No you won't, since when have you cleaned? Plus I told you I'd help. " my dick is straining against these fucking briefs.

She softly traces random patterns into my skin as we just lay there admiring the room. "Cal" she mumbles.

"You've got an uh-problem. " the blood rushes to my cheeks as she notices my boner. "Sorry i-" I begin to excuse myself from the room hoping a black hole could appear. That would be great.

Surprisingly enough she pushes me to keep me in place. "It just occurred to me that I never got you a gift."

She runs her fingers over my manhood, "Can I make it up to you?"

"Y/n I don't think-" Oh fuck. My dick twitched at the sight of her removing my shirt leaving me speechless. The black lace that clung to her, which landed us in this situation, looked even better than before. "Um you -uh" I start mumbling trying not to look at her body for too long. I mean I could but I'd cum no question.

"It's either a yes or no?" as I was about to answer she started running her hand along the thin black lines. My eyes never leaving her hand as she teasingly rubbed her clit through the fabric. "You see Cal, I want you as much as you want me."

Fuck friendship. I replace her hand with my own to feel her. Fuck how long I've waited to do this. She pushes my hand away from her core while leaving open mouth kisses down my jaw. Licking my earlobe, she whispers, "You're the birthday boy."

She scoots further down the bed until her face is near my groin. This is a sight I could get used to. She slips her fingers in the band and starts pulling my briefs down. Her eyes light up once she sees my throbbing shaft. "You have such a pretty dick." Her thumb runs over my tip causing me to shudder and if possible made me harder. "Y/n you don't have to." My voice cracking a bit, why the fuck was I so nervous.

She rolls her eyes as she kisses my tip her tongue licking along the vein. She slowly begins taking me in her mouth, "Oh fuck y/n" I moan as she swallows around me, her hand pumping what she can't fit all the way. Her mouth is so warm and she's so fucking perfect. My head hits the headboard as my other hand laces itself in her curls as she bobbed her head along my length, letting every sound fall from my lips. Accidentally I pulled her hair which I was going to apologize for until she moaned. The vibrations that sexy ass sound I thrusted up. Fuck no I want to be in her.

"Y/n stop." She let her teeth graze my dick as she moved her mouth off of me. My stiffened member glowing with her saliva.

"I'm sorry this was a bad-" She started mumbling getting off the bed and fixing her hair.

"No!" I yelled surprised at my own tone. "I mean um you're great I just- I want to be in you." The redness on my cheeks very visible. She hesitates before sliding her panties off, "We don't have to I'm sorry I just thought that's where this was going and I-" She kisses me softly and I shut the hell up.

"Calm down, I was just thinking." She says straddling my lap removing her bra. "And before you ask what about well," she lines me with her entrance "It was whether I wanted a condom or not." Our moans are in unison as she slowly slides onto me. Feeling her tight walls stretch around me, her dripping arousal glistening in the soft lights of the sun. The whimper that came from her mouth as she takes all of me. "I'm on the pill and it's your birthday meaning you get the full experience." She says after a moment of her adjusting, sending a playful wink my way. She begins to move and I swear no one has ever felt this good. My hands find their way to her hips slowly rocking her back and forth.

"Fuck Cal" She whimpers as she begins to ride me. I move one of my guiding hands to find her sensitive nub, tracing small circles with the pad of my finger. She jerks back from the touch causing me to smirk, someone's sensitive. I place my thumb over her sensitive nub yet again rubbing back and forth eliciting a moan from her. “Cal I can’t-“ Grabbing her hair pulling her face closer to me, “ You can and you will, got it?” She whimpers nodding in agreement, “I’m not cumming till that pretty pussy of yours is pulsing.” Slowly grinding my hips up, grazing her g-spot with my tip. “Cal-fuck, this was supposed to be your gift.” Grabbing the back of her thigh slowly bringing her body closer to mine, I turn us so she’s underneath me.

“Go out with me and we’ll call it even yeah?” I ask her before continuing to thrust into her. Our moans fall in unison as I pick up the pace. Thrusting into her faster than the time before, the only sounds heard throughout are those of our moans and skin clapping together. My mouth finds its way to her neck, assaulting the soft skin in the area- leaving a reminder for this evening. I can feel her tightening around me, edging me close to my own release. “Cal I’m close.” She manages to mutter as I find my way back to her clit, rubbing fast purposeful circles. Watching the way her pants and moans fall through her lips to the glistening of her chest as it rises and falls with each breath. The sight being enough to drive me to the brink of insanity, “Cum for me y/n.” Almost instantly her eyes roll back as she arches her back, her pussy tightening without mercy forcing my own orgasm to appear. My hips jut forward as I release into her , slowly edging us both along. Our panting is the only thing to be heard as a gently collapse on top of her. “Did you mean it?” She ask, moving the hair from my forehead.

“If you mean me asking you out, yes.” She smiles and pulls my face closer to hers. “took you long enough.” She whispers before attaching her lips to mine.

A/N: (Also posted to Wattpad) I hope you enjoyed it. I'm actually really happy, I've been doing quite a bit of writing so yay! We have another calum smut blurb on the way.I also need help deciding who's the endgame for my Loki/Bucky love triangle but all with time. Anyways I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend!

XOXO Janelle

[jaybird-redhood]

propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

~

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

~

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

~

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

~

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

~

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.