#I can't wait for more chapters to drop so y'all can see how good this story is omg

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Promo for my Besties' fic because this au is SO FUCKING GOOD and you should all absolutely read it

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[kelcemenow]

Playing With Fire - Chapter 2.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow

Words 1955

Warnings A bit of fluff and a bit of angst. And some strong language because it's me.

So, y'all seemed to enjoy this request so much, I thought I'd crack on immediately with a second part! "have you ever thought about Travis kelce x reader x joe burrow just a thought"

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

You stood frozen, rooted to the spot, staring up at Travis' face. Your eyes were beginning to sting from the lack of blinking and your hands had gone numb.

"I...I didn't realise how much I missed you until I saw you. And when I held you, it just made me want to hold you forever. I should've never let you go."

You finally closed your eyes, your head dropping to your chest and a burning feeling covering your skin. You hadn't realised that you had been holding your breath until your lungs eventually gave out and a loud gasp escaped your lips.

"Travis-"

He bent down slightly, searching for eye contact, "And don't tell me that you and Burrow are a good fit. You can't tell me that he makes you happy."

"He does make me happy." You whispered.

Travis brought his hand up your face, cupping your cheek gently, "As happy as you were with me? Does he make you feel the way I used to?"

Your mouth opened but when you attempted to speak, nothing more than a small croak left your lips.

"Well, does he?" Travis repeated, his eyes widening.

You looked deeply into his eyes, tears building against your lower lids. Travis ran his thumb under your eye, wiping away the moisture.

"I still love you, Y/N, I always have." Travis' voice shook with emotion, "Will you let me show you how much you mean to me?"

You cleared your throat, "I always wanted to hear you say that for so long."

Travis smiled, his eyes creasing.

"But, I just don't know. I think too much time has passed."

His smile faded slowly but his hand on your face remained steady.

"Travis, it took me years to get over you. I think a part of me will always love you, I can't just turn those feelings off."

"So, give me another chance."

"It wouldn't be fair to Joe."

"Fuck Joe!"

You stepped back, his hand dropping away from your face, "See, this is the Travis that I don't like. I am so mad at Joe for hitting you, but you really don't help yourself sometimes. This cocky, arrogant man I see in front of me, I don't want that."

Travis pressed his lips together and looked down to the floor. You waited for him to respond but he didn't, he just shook his head.

"I can't believe I'm fucking this up again, man." His voice cracked again.

Your eyebrows pushed themselves together, a concerned expression on your face as you watched him rub his eyes.

"I'm just so desperate for you." He looked up at you, his cheeks stained with tears, "I'm desperate for the life we dreamed of, what we used to talk about late at night when we couldn't sleep...and we'd look out of the window and you'd wish on the stars." He reached forwards and gently took your hands in his, bringing them close to his chest, "Remember what you used to wish for?"

You closed your eyes again, a futile attempt to stop the tears from falling, "I wish for us, forever."

"You can have forever, I'm giving that to you." Travis whispered.

Your thoughts were suddenly clouded by memories of countless nights laid with Travis holding you close to his chest, your eyes fixated on the sky outside. Even though it meant that the morning sun would wake you up, Travis always left the drapes open at night so that you could see the stars if you couldn't sleep. Travis would gently run his hands along your back as you watched the hundreds of bright dots glittering across the dark sky, making dreams and wishes for your future together.

After a moment of silence, you took a breath, "How long are you in town?"

Travis cleared his throat, "A couple more days."

"Okay. How about we meet for coffee...tomorrow? We can talk."

A small smile crept up on his face as he nodded slightly, "Yeah, sure."

You reached up and pressed a gentle kiss onto Travis' cheek. As you slowly pulled away, you looked deeply into his eyes, getting lost in them like you always used to. Your lips parted subconsciously, your breathing beginning to speed up. He tilted his head slightly, moving closer to you so that your faces were only an inch or so apart. Your lips touched his lightly, almost not at all and Travis' breath hitched. His fingers gripped yours, squeezing them with desperation. Your eyes fluttered closed and you lifted your chin, bringing your lips closer to his. His body pressed into yours, the unbearable tension building.

"I should go." You whispered, your eyes still closed.

Travis sighed gently, "Yeah...I know."

You stepped back, his fingers still interlocking with yours. You smiled before slowly turning away and finally releasing his hold on you. The cool air surrounded you and only added to the goose bumps that were flecked across your skin.

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You loved Sundays. Your usual routine was a morning run followed by a cool shower and lunch. You'd often spend the afternoon catching up on some reading, listening to music or meeting up with friends. It was your day to relax and recuperate for the new week ahead.

But not this Sunday. This Sunday you were sat in your kitchen with Joe, having a conversation that you had been dreading. He had showed up early in the morning, begging you to let him in, apologising and blaming Travis for provoking him.

"I just saw red, baby. I shouldn't have punched him, I know that. But he kept testing me."

You sighed gently, "Travis can't keep his mouth shut. You know that, so why did you let him win?"

"Win?" Joe's eyes widened.

"He got what he wanted...a reaction out of you. And a big one at that."

Joe looked to the floor, "I know. I know. What can I do to make you forgive me?"

You narrowed your eyes, "You can't make me do anything, Joe. I'll decide what I'm doing when I decide." You took a deep breath, "And seeing as you want complete honesty from me...I'm having coffee with Travis later today."

Joe looked up at you quickly, his jaw clenched, "What?"

"We have unfinished business and I need to clear some stuff up."

"You can't be serious."

"Joe, you've got the stop with this jealousy. Travis was in my life for a long time...we were crazy about each other."

Joe stood up from the stool and took a step towards you, "But he lost you."

"I know." You said softly. "But I need to speak to him."

"Did he not say enough last night?"

You brought a hands up to your temples, a stabbing sensation beginning to develop in your head. Your brain was aching with thoughts and doubts. Joe was kind and sweet, recent behaviours aside, and always put you first, which you appreciated and valued. Travis was funny, adventurous and wild, traits that you shared and found attractive in him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joe reaching out and taking your hands in his.

"Y/N, baby. Please, think about this. Think about what you're doing here. He lost his chance, he let you down. You can't give him another shot."

You looked at Joe, your exasperation building, "Don't tell me what to do, Joe."

"But you're being stupid." His words came thick and fast before he had time to think and you watch as his eyes instantly signalled regret.

He opened his mouth to apologise for his comment but you shook your head and pulled your hands away, "I think you should leave."

"What?"

"Joe, I need time to think about all of this. I need to do what's right for me."

He waited for a short moment, studying your expression, desperate for any sign of wavering. When he noticed that you were serious, your arms tightly folded across your body, Joe gave an almost unnoticeable smile and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, his lips leaving a tingle in their wake as you watched him leave quietly.

You swivelled around on your stool, resting your elbows on the breakfast counter and collapsing your head into your hands. You ran your fingers through your hair before deciding that you were going to skip your run as you didn't have time, or the focus for it.

The warm water ran down your face as you stood still in the shower. You carefully washed your hair, hoping to rinse all of your stresses away but instead, your mind was running on overtime. As you dried off with your towel, you grabbed your phone and called for some help.

"Hey bitch!" Harry's voice sang into your ear.

"Travis or Joe?"

"What?"

You sighed, "Travis or Joe."

"Ooh, this is a fun game. Can't I have them both?" He laughed.

"Harry, focus. Out of the two, gut instinct, Travis or Joe."

There was a small pause before he spoke again, "Joe is an absolutely beautiful man. He's romantic, reliable and that jawline...my God, just kill me. I'm inclined to say him...but-"

"But what?"

"Travis is hot. Like unbelievably hot. He's strong and big and Jesus, I want to climb him. You seemed to be crazy for him, so I'm assuming the sex was good. I honestly can't decide."

You hummed, "That's the problem I'm having."

"Oooh, a love triangle? Lucky bitch."

"I'm serious. Travis was there last night and told Joe that we used to date which obviously made Joe completely lose it. Then, I took Joe outside to calm down and Travis followed us and then Joe punched Travis and then Travis told me that he still loved me and wanted me back."

"How did I miss all of that?!"

"Not important, Harry. What do I do?" Your voice thick with uncertainty.

"Okay, when you're with Joe, what do you feel?"

"I feel warm and cared for, which I love. I...I feel happy and safe and comfortable, like I'm truly myself."

"Right, good. Now how do you feel when you're with Travis?"

You quietly thought to yourself, "It's different. Travis makes me feel sexy and wanted. I feel confident and...loved."

Harry sucked in some air through his teeth, "It's a tough one. I don't think I can answer this one for you, honey."

You rolled your eyes, "You're right, I know. I just needed a second opinion." You opened your closet, your fingers running across the rail of outfit options, "I just want to be happy, Harry."

"In that case, I think you know the right answer." You could hear a smile in Harry's voice.

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You took a deep breath as you walked along the sidewalk. The afternoon sun was beating down on your face, causing you to squint your eyes so that you could see the street name that you needed.

Your hands pushed the door of the coffee shop open, the invigorating scent hitting you instantly. Your eyes scanned the patrons, searching for the tall, handsome football player that you were there to meet.

Pretty soon after your conversation with Harry, you had made up your mind and felt confident in your decision. So, you were here to meet the man you wanted to be with, hoping to spend your life with him.

Your gaze settled on him, sitting with his back facing you, a large coffee cup in his hand and staring out of the window next to him. You approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He immediately stood up and embraced you tightly, his thumb rubbing circles in your back. You buried your face into his chest, grinning with a lump forming in your throat.

"I want you, Joe."

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Well, that was fun. I won't lie, I was so torn between the boys that I needed extra help to make the readers decision for me! So, a huge thank you to @killatravtramp for your rational and helpful advice! I won't lie, I struggle with the 'love triangle' trope as I never want to make anyone the bad guy but I enjoyed writing this, especially as I didn't know which one to go with!! Anyway, I'll be back to finishing some more requests for a while and then I've got another series in mind! Drop a comment or a message to be included in my Taglist!

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[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 85... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!😵 I AM SO GODDAMN SPEECHLESS RIGHT NOW...!!! 😱

(Endo, how do keep doing this to me...!?)

This chapter was absolutely NUTS, so talk about it shall we...? 👍

Okay, so... When I first opened up this chapter, my dumb ass thought that this was Twilight being woken up by Fiona...: 😅

Obviously it was Yuri, but I still got a little worried that Endo was gonna skip Fiona and Wheeler's confrontation...! 😤

Anyway, it turns out that the female SSS officer that we saw at beginning of this arc is the one that wakes up Yuri, and her name is Chole...!! (Which honestly makes me laugh because Scarface and Agent Mustache have been in the series for a way longer time than Chole has, AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW THEIR NAMES!! 😵 Endo, you nut... 😌)

Then, after Scarface tells Yuri to get some medical treatment and for Chole to help him to get there, Yuri starts to wonder to himself about Twilight, and...:

...HE HASN'T FULLY FIGURED IT OUT YET! 😅 Which tells me that Yuri loves doesn't suspect his brother-in-law and would probably have to see that Loid is injured the same way as Twilight before he jumps to that conclusion...!! 😖

Moving on, we cut back to where Wheeler, Nightfall and Twilight are, and things couldn't be more intense...!!

Wheeler has Twilight hostage and threatens to kill him like he did for that other agent back in Mission 84, but unlike last time...

...Nightfall does in fact, drop her weapon... And because of that, Wheeler figures that she must care for Twilight, so tells her THIS:

Nightfall then rushes towards Wheeler, and before he could properly react...

NIGHTFALL KNOCKS WHEELER DOWN!! 😵

(Breaking her arm in the process...!! 😰)

And y'know what, I'm starting to get the impression that Endo might have a thing for women that can kick his ass...!! 😏 (Just like Twilight...!) 😎👍

Sorry, I got a little off topic there...! 😅 What was I saying before, oh right...! *Ahem...!*

NIGHTFALL IS FREAKING TERRIFYING...!! 😱

And after she absolutely destoryed her arm (and Wheeler's face), she tells Wheeler that he's weak because...:

Nightfall proceeds to KICK THINE ASS of Wheeler, breaking her other arm and one of her legs in the process...!! 😱 This causes Wheeler to think that all he needs to do is get his distance from her, but before he could, Nightfall uses one of her broken arms to do THIS to Wheeler...:

Thus ending the chapter... AND WHAT ANOTHER AMAZING CHAPTER THIS WAS!! 😍 This whole arc ain't even over yet and it has already become...

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ARC IN ALL OF SPY X FAMILY!! 😆

And at this point, I honestly don't care how good or bad the ending of this arc is gonna be because THIS ARC HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT ABSOLUTE HYPE THROUGHOUT!! 😁

Speaking of the end, could we be reaching the end of this arc in the next chapter or so?And if we are, what's gonna happen next? 🤔I don't think that Yuri will be hospitalized, especially after seeing how he was doing in the beginning of this chapter...! But, I still most definitely believe that Twilight will be in the hospital, and I hope that Yor finds out about it...! 💔

Anyway, that's all I gotta say about Mission 85, and like always, I can't wait for the next chapter!! 😆 So until next Mission... Take care, be safe out there, and be kind to one another...!! 💗 SEE Y'ALL LATER!! 👋😊

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Thanksgiving Thursday

Putting this up as a "thank you" to all the people who have been reblogging and kudoing and commenting!

Including but not limited to: @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @silurisanguine, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @bearlytolerant, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson. If I've neglected you, I'm so sorry, there's just so *many* now and I can't express how amazing that is, y'all!

So... hot from the presses, from the WIP chapter of stars through my fingers like grains of sand

Cait had mostly stopped blushing by the time they reached the Rock. Sam paused a few steps away from the door. “Price’s report probably beat us here,” he said. “And if he shot his mouth off about me, you don’t need the hassle of having me around. So I tell you what,” Sam offered. “I’ll wait out here, go through some of these downloads we picked up over the last few days. Maybe we’ll get another lead, or hell, we could get lucky like we did with that survey data.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said. “I won’t be long. Drop this off,” she gestured with the slate, “see if the Marshal has anything to say.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “You sure this isn’t a plot to smuggle Chunks into the galley?”

Sam tried to smile back while hiding a wince. There was no way she could have known, but… well, that was a part of his past that needed to stay well and truly behind him. “Who, me? Do I look like someone who would do that?”

Cait’s head tilted fractionally, then her eyes crinkled in a smile. “Nope. You like like someone who would waltz right in with them, bold as brass. Which,” she sighed theatrically, “if you must…”

He let out a breath, thankful that she hadn’t noticed his momentary discomfort. “Sometimes a guy just needs a Chunk or three.” He waved her on. “Go, get things done so we can find someplace else to be. Hopefully someplace with saner gravity.” She disappeared into the Rock, and he found a shady spot where he could lean against a rail and take a look at what they’d picked up. One of Cait’s strengths as a partner—she was meticulous. Did her best to check every computer and slate they came across. Most of it was useless, but occasionally they found a gem.

And ‘occasionally’ might just be now… SECRET OUTPOST. “Beg, borrow, steal, do whatever it takes,” he read softly to himself. “Well, now, ain’t that interesting…”

“What would be interesting,” interrupted a harsh voice, “would be seeing my granddaughter. It was bad enough when you didn’t get out here more than once every few months, but now you’re in and out of the spaceport every few days and I still can’t get even an hour with her.” Sam’s good mood took a nosedive; he’d been so intent on his reading that he hadn’t spotted Jacob moving in on him.

“Ever think there’s a reason for that, old man?” Sam snapped, sliding the slate back into his jacket.

“How would I know?” Jacob always did have a talent for making things all about him. “I’m not the one denying Cora the opportunity to be with her family.” Jacob looked Sam up and down with an expression of open scorn. “A family you keep turning your back on.”

“Ain’t family I’m turnin’ my back on,” Sam hadn’t wanted a fight, but god damn Jacob could always goad him into one. “Just you.”

“You ungrateful little shit,” Jacob snarled, brows lowering like an oncoming thunderstorm. “All I sacrificed for you, and the only thing you ever did was throw it in my—” His eyes widened in surprise right about the time Sam felt a hand on his shoulder and a warmth at his back.

“Is there a problem here?” Cait asked, her voice carefully neutral, though her hand trembled slightly on his shoulder before she took it away.

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the matter, Sam? Can’t speak for yourself, so you need your Constellation lackey to do it for you?” Right then was when Cait stepped up next to Sam and Jacob got a good look at the deputy’s badge on her vest.

Cait folded her arms. “Mr. Coe, you’ve made your opinion very clear—at this point, I’m pretty sure half of Akila City has heard it for themselves, and the rest will have it second-hand by sundown. You’re causing a public disturbance. Take it elsewhere, please.”

Jacob set his jaw, glaring at Sam. “You ain’t heard the end of this.”

Sam clamped his teeth shut on the retort he’d like to make. He purely hated to let the old man get the last word, but then again, seeing as how Jacob had made a public fool of himself, seemed the last word wasn’t doing him any good. He watched Jacob stalk away in the direction of the estate, then let out a long, heavy sigh. “I need a fuckin’ drink,” he muttered to himself.

“Meet you at the Post?” Cait’s voice was quiet. “I need to stop in at Midtown and arrange for some materials to be sent to the ship.”

He managed a faint smile for her. “Sure thing.” If she didn’t want to talk about what had just happened, neither did he.

He was about halfway to the Post when he heard a sharp whistle, followed by a, “Hey! Sammy boy!” Sam shook his head and laughed, recognizing the voice. The only person who could call him that and not get flattened was Helga, who was even now waving at him from the bar. They’d dated once or twice in high school, and they’d remained friends ever since—but it also meant she took liberties other people didn’t dare.

“Thought you were still on desk duty,” he drawled, sliding into a seat across from her.

Helga sighed theatrically. “I am. Doc Cartwright’s still not happy with my breathin’. But I’ll be back at a hundred percent soon!” She popped open a Boom!Pop and passed another one over to him. “You okay? I see Jacob’s up to his usual tricks.” She chortled. “Damn, but your girlfriend ran him off nice and sweet!”

Sam choked on his soda. “My—what?”

“Cait? Our new Deputy? The one whose shoulder you’ve been practically grafted to the last few times you’ve been here?”

Sam groaned. He’d forgotten—Helga was an inveterate matchmaker; if she caught even the whiff of attraction between two people, she’d be doing her best to fan the flames. “She’s not my girlfriend, Hel. Just my working partner.”

“Are you kidding me?” Hel exclaimed. “I have eyes, Sammy. I know the dance when I see it.” Her eyes glinted in amusement. “You know,” she added, “Reyes is still pissing himself every time he thinks you’re around. Wilson had to put him on east gate duty.”

“For god’s sake,” he muttered. “Hel, can you give it a rest? You know I said ‘never again’ after Lillian.” He wasn’t quite telling the truth—he had said that, but at the time, he’d never expected to be grabbed right in the feels by a soft-voiced, opal-eyed spitfire. Fact was, that half-assed vow was rapidly becoming irrelevant—but if Hel got a whiff of that, she’d be insufferable for months.

“Yeah, well, I told you at the time it was a stupid thing to say,” she retorted. “And I’m telling you again now. You and Lil, well, that’s water under the bridge. But you have any idea how lucky you are? Not everyone gets a second chance.” She looked over his shoulder, then back at him. “Think about it.” She stood up and waved again. “Hey, Cait! Hope you don’t mind, I wanted a few minutes to catch up with Sam here; it’s been awhile. Remember what I said! And don’t worry, I’ll give you a call when the Marshal gets back, or if we get another lead for you.” She hopped the railing with an agility that belied her invalid status. “Good luck, you two!” Sam had the sinking feeling she didn’t mean Ranger business.

Cait just shook her head, but with a smile. “I think I like her,” she said. “Sorry for the delay; she grabbed me in the bar and wanted to talk about a few things.” For some reason, she was blushing again. “Anyway, you ready to head out?”

“More than ready,” Sam groaned, pushing himself to his feet. “So what did she have to say?”

“Nothing,” she said, just a little bit too fast, and the blush intensified. “Nothing official, that is. Just… some personal stuff.”

Sam took a quick couple steps to catch up with her. “Was she matchmaking again?”

Cait was silent for a moment. “…she does that to everyone?” Her voice ended in a squeak. He couldn’t resist a chuckle.

“Nah, just the people she likes.” He gave her a sidelong glance. “Dare I ask?”

“No!” Again, too quickly. He probably shouldn’t have been teasing her like that—but Cait made things so easy. Lillian had made him feel like everything was a challenge, and if he didn’t keep up, he’d be judged and found wanting. Hell, sometimes she still made him feel that way. Cait, though, Cait made him feel like he could take on anything… and if he faltered, she’d be right there to help.

Goddamnit, Helga. There were so many reasons he didn’t need to be thinking about Cait that way, at least not right now.

But she’d felt so very right in his arms last night.

She thought he was handsome. She was jealous of Lillian.

She could make him laugh, and that was a hell of a lot rarer than people realized.

She… had paused just outside the outer gate, giving him a concerned look. “You okay?” Her brows furrowed, and he could hear a note of anger beneath the worry. “Was it Jacob?”

“Jacob?” Helga’s unexpected conversation had done one thing, at least—taken his mind off that mess. “Nah. This sort of thing happens. With dreary regularity. Usually not quite as public, but I haven’t been giving him much chance to get me in a corner lately.” Sam let out a deep breath. “No, just a badly-timed epiphany. Nothing to worry about.” He was the one who was going to be worrying. He knew—god how he knew—there were so many ways this sort of thing could go wrong, and, hell, maybe Cait deserved better than an ex-Ranger with a questionable past, a daughter he was utterly devoted to, and a bad case of wanderlust.

Ah, hell. Who was he kidding? If she wanted him, all she had to do was smile. And wasn’t that scarier than a nest full of Spacers?

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Galaxy Corner; ✨️

Hey guys! I decided since I'm going to try to post things more often, I thought a nice little bio/about section was necessary. So let's get into it! 🩷 And I hope this doesn't disappoint you, if y'all were waiting for an update

Age; it's in my bio, but I thought it would be good to have here too. As of this post, I'm 23.

Behind the Name ☆; I go by Pluto online since I wanted to see if I liked the name enough to use irl. A few years back when I realized I was non-binary, I thought a special "name" was necessary so I chose Pluto since it's, well, special to me. Pluto has always been my favourite planet (I cried when it was declared a dwarf planet) and Pluto has always been my favourite roman god so the name just stuck. I always felt like the name was connected to me and I feel really comfortable using it as such.

Oh! And the word "arcadia" in my username means "a region or scene of simple pleasure and quiet." So I feel like my username translates to "safe place of/for pluto"!

Sexuality & Gender identity; this isn't a necessary thing, per say, but I just wanted to add it. I don't mind any pronouns used toward me, I don't really have a preference either. It is what it is and all of that. When it comes to sexuality, I assume I'm pan? I really only care for personality, but I do have a preference for men or more masculine people.

About Me; I dropped out of college, because I couldn't afford to dorm and I submitted my schedule way too late so I got classes I didn't want or simply couldn't do. I have crippling, social anxiety but once I warm up to someone, I'm 100% a yapper. I can ramble along all day if I'm on a topic I like. I have rosacea, which is a skin condition where the blood vessel in your cheeks are inflamed. It gives off an appearance of constantly blushing or sometimes a bad sunburn depending on the day. It also causes acne breakouts so very fun. I have four tattoos, all small, and I only like two of them. The other two are a bit too basic for my liking. I've dated twice in my life, both horrible experiences. I could say so much about them but that's a topic for another day. I'm left-handed and I used to draw a lot but now I struggle even holding a pencil since it's been so long. And that's...honestly all that's interesting about me! Nothing much else, I'm pretty boring otherwise. My personality really reflects off of the person who I'm talking to so, otherwise, I struggle trying to come up with a mental image of myself. 🩷 well that got too deep-

Experience; I've been rping since I was ten, writing oneshots on wattpad since I was fifteen until I stopped when my 600k views oneshot fic on wattpad got taken down for mature content 😞 so I do apologize if I'm work comes off as dated or a bit childish and short! I've never wrote long form content besides multi chapters of a singular oneshot

Plans for the future; I do have a part time job, but I'm planning on writing more fics and oneshots in the future! I have up to nineteen chapters written so far on ToF (Twist of Fate) and I have been writing down ideas for new oneshots or even shorter series for the future. I'm not sure how long ToF will be but I doubt it'll be more than 100...100 seems like a lot, and Love and Deepspace is still an ongoing game so I can't exactly wrap up the story any time soon. I also plan on posting some original works to here, though most will be isekai-themed since I've been really into those kinds of stories lately. My google docs are filled the the brim with ideas

Upload schedule; Weekends will be when I'm most active when it comes to posting since I work Monday through Friday, but I'll be semi-active throughout the day. I have a little bit of downtime at work, and a lot of downtime before and after work so I'll have time to reply to comments or follow anyone back!

Time Zone; For uploading purposes, I thought it would be good to disclose this. It's not too big of a deal, I feel. My time zone is CST.

Any other Fandom stories; I might get back to my old BTS ideas. I have a few ideas involving them so I might also add them. This is a multi-fandom account after all, but my main focus will be Love and Deepspace.

Currently reading; I get a lot of my inspiration from different animes, manga, and manhwas so you might seem common tropes reflected in my work. A lot of isekai and regression manhwas like "Who made me a princess?", "Actually, I was the real one.", and "Villains are Destined to Die" for example are really good and really got me into liking the isekai genre as a whole.

Side notes; While I do look over my writing, there will probably be some spelling errors or swapped words since my brain tends to skip over words whenever I type so if you notice anything like that, don't be afraid to let me know. If it's a huge mistake, I'll fix it but if it's something simple- like needing an extra comma or something, I'll leave it since it doesn't affect the overall reading quality.

Now, with that all being said, I hope you're excited for the next two or three chapters that I'm going to post this weekend 🩷 Some of my favourite parts are coming up soon!

Also, if I need to add anything else, just let me know! I've never had to talk about myself much, if at all ○o。.

[iggysolosgoku]

The Malfoy who fell in love with a Grindelwald

Chapter 3

We all follow the lady inside the great hall. Inside the great hall there are lots of tables and there is a table for the professors. And in the middle of the room is a stool and what seems to be a hat on it.

She explains more and one by one we are sorted. It was then my turn. I got up and she put the hat on my head.

"Another one ey?" The hat says. "Your whole family was in Slytherin" it says

"you know what? I think it's time for a change. HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat roared as I went to the Hufflepuff table that is currently cheering.

Once I sat down a couple of Hufflepuffs patted me on the back.

TIME SKIP

3rd POV

As Y/N was eating an owl came in and dropped a letter on her plate. The letter was red which meant one thing. It was a howler.

She then picks up the letter up and runs off with it so no one hears it.

The letter then jumps out of her hand says

"Y/N GIA GRINDELWALD! HOW DARE YOU BECOME A DISGRACE TO OUT FAMILY BLOODLINE! YOU ARE DEAD TO THE JONES BLOODLINE!"

The letter then rips itself apart.

She slides down the wall as tears well up in her eyes. Suddenly a man with white hair, a blue right eye, and a black left eye walks over to her.

"Now why is my granddaughter down on her special day?" He asked her. "They found out already." She replies to him. She then realizes who she was talking to. "Wait a minute. Who are you?" She asked him.

"Do you not recognize me?" He asked. "I'm pretty sure your mother has shown you photos of me has she not?" I take a good look at him. "Now that I think about it. You do look familiar." She says as she takes a picture of him out of her pocket.

She puts the picture up and she compares him and him in the photo. She then turns the photo around and sees writing that says

Gellert Grindelwald

First year at Durmstrang

She shows him the photo. "Is this really you?" She asks him. "Yes it is." He replies. "My first year at Durmstrang." He then asks "can I see your wand?"

Y/N POV

"yeah sure." I say as I bring out my wand and show him. He mumbles something I can't quite make out. "Here." He says "I'll keep this one." He says as he puts it into his pocket.

He then brings out another wand. "And I'll give you this one." He says as he gives it to me. "You can have mine." He says to me.

I give the wand a good look before I turn around to see him not there. Suddenly a professor comes over.

"there you Y/N." He says "what's your name?" I ask him. "My name is Rubeus Hagrid. But you can just call me Hagrid." He replied to me.

"now let's get you something to eat." He says as he brings out his hand for me to take and I take his hand.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Y'all got to see some PeePaw Grindelwald in action.

[hoonieswhore]

LIII. Lover of mine

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Written chapter under the cut.

Word count: 1,9k

Sadie's important note: I made a post recently, Heavenly it's coming to its end😔 I don't know if I still have 4/5 chapters or if I'll end it on the 60th chapter but it's ending pretty soon! But don't worry cause as soon as this one ends, I'm gonna start with my Spiderman!Hoon smau so I hope you read it! Thanks for the support and love<3 Luv y'all.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy. Overthinking. Angst. Fluff. Mentions of nausea. Literally dad jokes. Kinda possessive Hoon.

Taglist: @donghoonie-3 @venusssmoon @tobiosbbyghorl @sunshinesquokka (if you want to be added, send an ask<3 Make sure that your age is visible on your profile)

The tapping sound of your feet against the wooden floor was all that you could hear. One of your best friends was talking but you heard his voice far away as your gaze was fixed on the coffee table in front of you. Heeseung rolled his eyes as he called your name one last time before snapping his fingers in front of your face to get you out of your trance. Your eyes traveled from the table to the boy sitting next to you.

“I don't know why you're nervous,” he said nonchalantly. “He's gonna be a good dad.”

“I know he'd be a great dad but…” you let out a sigh, “what if he leaves me? We talked about a family but we never thought about starting it now.” You bit down on your lip before talking again. “What if he doesn't want it?”

“Hey, that won't happen!” Heeseung wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. “Please, he already loves you and he's gonna love you even more if he knows that you're pregnant.” Your friend kept comforting you until you heard someone getting in the apartment, walking towards you.

“Oh, thank god it's you two, I thought I was third wheeling again,” Jake said, his curious eyes moving to the paper on the coffee table. “Oh? What's this? Is it a new contract?” He quickly reached it, taking it closer to his face so he could read it, ignoring Heeseung's warnings.

You pulled away from Heeseung, watching Jake's face getting pale as his jaw dropped due to the surprise.

“You're pregnant,” he whispered, staring at the paper. “Yn, YOU'RE FUCKING PREGNANT,” he screamed, making you get up to place your hand on his mouth to shut him up.

“Jake shut up, what if Sunghoon hears you?” You quietly shouted, making him frown. You let your hand fall to the side of your body, letting him talk.

“He doesn't know yet?” he asked, you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“No, I found out a week ago but I still don't-” you made a pause, feeling nauseous. You took a deep breath, earning a curious look from both boys. “I don't-” you stopped, running to the bathroom.

“She was trying to say that she doesn't know how to tell him,” Heeseung finished your sentence as he knew that you'd take your time in the bathroom.

“Oh…” The Australian boy nodded, “dude we're gonna be uncles!” He smiled as his eyes got brighter. “Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl? Oh my god, I can't wait to meet the baby!” The oldest laughed, shaking his head as he agreed.

You turned on the tap, letting the water run as you washed your face. You brushed your teeth before going back to the living room.

“I'm sorry about that,” you said, earning a nod from your friend before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a big hug.

“I'm so happy for you! I really can't wait to meet them, I'll be the best uncle, I swear!” He mumbled as his smile got bigger. You smiled at him, your intrusive thoughts were telling you that if Sunghoon didn't want the baby, your baby would have a good father figure thanks to your friends.

“Thank you so much,” you hugged him back before pulling away. “I think I'll tell him today…”

The boys gave you a worried look.

“You can wait a bit more if you want to though,” Heeseung said, getting up. He placed his hand on your shoulder, caressing it with his thumb to comfort you. “It'll be okay but I'm definitely kicking his ass if he does something dumb.”

“No, it's okay, he needs to know.” You said, wrapping your arms around your friend's shoulders. “I'm so lucky to have you both! And Jay, of course.” Your friends hugged you tight.

“We won't tell Jay that we found out before him, don't worry,” Jake said. “We don't want him to feel left out or anything.”

As soon as you thanked them, you heard another key opening the main door. Your boyfriend was home.

“Oh, a group hug? Can I join?” He asked with a smile, the dark circles under his eyes and his tired expression made your heart beat faster as your brain was filled with bad thoughts again. If he's already tired, getting 8 hours of sleep, what would happen if he had to wake up in the middle of the night for the baby?

“Of course, come here,” the boys opened their arms, letting him join the hug for a bit before they all pulled away. “So... ” Jake continued, “we should go now! Jay is waiting for us!” He grabbed Heeseung's arm, dragging him to the main door as they both left.

“What's wrong with those two?” Sunghoon laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “At least they left us alone~” He cooed, leaning towards your face and placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Wanna cuddle, baby?”

“Sure!” you grabbed his hand, holding it a bit tight as he pulled away from the hug. “But we need to talk first.” You said, earning a curious look from your boyfriend. “Let's sit on the couch.” You guided him towards the couch, you both sat down next to each other, his knees touching yours.

“Is everything okay, baby?” he asked, holding your hand gently as he caressed your skin with his thumb.

“I think so,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Sunghoon knew that you were nervous about something, so he just squeezed your hand gently, encouraging you to speak. “I mean, it is okay now but I don't know if everything will be okay after I tell you.” The tears gathered in your eyes as you felt your heart skipping a beat.

Your boyfriend felt his heart getting crushed when he saw the tears in your eyes. He took his free hand up, his delicate fingers went to your face as his index and thumb touched your skin to make you look at him.

“Baby, please don't cry, you know I'm here for you,” he whispered before leaning closer to your face. “Please tell me.” He pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Alright, first of all, I love our relationship and the past two years have been so amazing, I love you with all my heart and I don't want to lose you.” You started, feeling your voice cracking from how bad you wanted to cry out of nervousness. The model stared at you, a little confused at your words. He had no clue about what was happening. “I don't know what I'd do without you but I also understand that you can leave if you want to and I'll respect it.”

Sunghoon frowned, shaking his head. “What are you talking about, angel? I'll never leave you, you're my whole world and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” The worst thought crossed his mind but he had to ask before accusing you of cheating. “Yn, why would I leave?”

You captured your lip between your teeth before grabbing the paper on the table with your free hand. Sunghoon's gaze shifted to the piece of paper as he let go of your face and hand, grabbing it with both hands as he started to read it.

“What?” He whispered, his face turned pale as his lower lip trembled.

“Hoonie-” you whispered, watching him shake his head as the tears fell from his eyes.

“What? This is-” he looked up at you as the tears ran down his face before he smiled brightly. “This is so amazing!” He dropped the results on the floor, not wanting to waste a second as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a quick but loving kiss. “We need a new place, we can't stay with Hee if we're having a baby, we need to start designing their bedroom and buy clothes and get everything ready for them.”

“I love you so much, my love,” you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck before crashing your lips against his into a passionate kiss. Sunghoon smiled against your lips, kissing you back as eagerly and passionate as you did.

After a few minutes, you pulled away, taking a deep breath as you pressed your forehead against his. Sunghoon moved his hand down, reaching the hem of your shirt and sliding his hand under the fabric. He placed his hand on your bare stomach, caressing it gently as he smiled at you.

“I can't believe you're pregnant, fuck, we're gonna be parents.” His voice was warm and soft, you could tell how excited he was and now you felt relieved. “For how long?”

“Three weeks now…” you whispered, placing your hand on top of his. He gave you a surprised look.

“Why didn't you tell me though? I already knew your period was late, Yn, I'm not dumb.” He said, drawing small circles on your skin with his fingers.

“I was scared…” you mumbled, placing your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. “I didn't know if you were ready or if you actually wanted to start a family.”

“Angel, if I wasn't ready to start a family, I wouldn't fuck you raw nor cum inside you all the time.” He giggled, turning his head slightly to kiss your hair. “And I have to admit that I've been thinking about this moment, if you'd keep it or not and how I'd support you on every decision that you make.”

“So you wanted to get me pregnant?” You asked shyly, looking up at your boyfriend as he blushed.

“Yeah, not just because I'd be happy cause everyone would know that you belong to me but also because we created something together and it's ours.” He said with a soft smile. “Our little baby~ And I'd be more than happy to be a good dad and a good husband.”

“Husband?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well, we were going to get married sooner or later, right? Only if you want to, of course!” His face got redder as he spoke, making your smile grow.

“You're so cute, I love you,” you mumbled, kissing his lips once again until his face came back to his normal colour.

“I love you too, my angel.” He pressed a soft kiss on your lips before looking down at your belly. “And I already love this kid, as much as I love you.”

“Aw, I'm pretty sure they'll love you too, you're so dad material.” you teased, making him laugh as he blushed again.

“Now I'll have two people calling me daddy.” He joked, earning a playful punch on his arm as you both laughed. “But seriously speaking, you really have no idea how happy I am right now.” Sunghoon hugged you tighter.

“I'm happy too~” You cooed, pulling away from his grasp as you laid down on your side on the couch. “Now come here, I want to cuddle.” Sunghoon smiled, laying down behind you and pressing his chest against your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist, both hands falling right on your belly so he could keep rubbing your skin gently.

“My babies~ I'll take good care of you both and I'll love you until my last day.” He whispered in your ear before kissing your shoulder.

“I'll do the same for you, my love,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as your hands reached Sunghoon's, grabbing one of them as the other remained on your belly. “Can we take a nap now? You look really tired and I'm sleepy.”

“Of course, my love, and thank you.” He whispered before you both fell asleep, full of happiness and excitement as you couldn't wait to meet your baby.

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 26 - Part 3

You know the drill by now. Part one is here, part two is here...

Yeah, so uhhh, fun fact! In all my years of playing this game, I never once tried to leave Aegis Cave apparently, because this genuinely surprised me. THERE'S AN INVISIBLE WALL. YOU CAN'T LEAVE. YOU CAN ONLY FINISH THE STORY LINE, FAINT, OR USE AN ESCAPE ORB.

And this kinda upset me because, y'know, for the first time this entire damn run, I finally had a pile of Orans and Apples and other basic things, and I wanted to drop them off in storage to make room for more.

The good news: I did in fact pick up an Escape Orb, so we said SEE YUH!

While we were back in town, I fed a Wonder Gummi to Celebi via Rotom's juicebar, and we got two surprises packed into one!

WUH- OKAY THEN.

And now, some moments that nearly gave me a freaking heart attack.

Damage runs deep </3 Hell of a line.

Also, moments that nearly make your eyeballs fall out of your head until you remember your Garchomp has Huge Power.

Speaking of, here is a non-inclusive list of the moves and abilities I remember seeing from the Unown (either in dungeon or from recruits):

Moves:

Ice Ball

Faint Attack

Thrash

Hyper Beam

Luster Purge

Lunar Dance

Gunk Shot

Dark Pulse

Extrasensory

Hammer Arm

Spit Up

Flash Cannon

Abilities:

Sturdy

Illuminate

Truant

Aftermath

Natural Cure

Serene Grace

Bad Dreams

Drizzle

Cloud Nine

Snow Warning

Heatproof

Filter

A true grab bag, which was honestly kind of fun when it wasn't trying to kill us.

Anyway, we only had to go through three times before getting all the stones we needed and then some! IYKYK.

When we return to the waypoint, we do a funky little dance just kidding, we only close our eyes.

So, here I am, entering the Nonsensical Expanse, getting pumped we get to find out who the first of the three Regis are, right?

But then I have something so unexpected happen that my 3DS nearly falls from my hands.

Wh-

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN'T HERE?!?!?!

No, but I was legitimately upset over this. I consulted my friend @exploring-the-sky to see if love knew anything about it.

Well, this is what happens when you use a build from nearly two years ago, I guess.

At every portion of Aegis Cave, I left at least once and came back, and it was always the same. There was no one to fight. So now we'll never know who Regice is! That beautiful guidepost I put together to translate every character and place from their canon counterparts? You know, my actual pride and joy? I literally CAN'T put anything down for Regice now except ??? or ERROR 404.

THANKS A LOT, GAME!!! >:l

Or just replace it with any Pokémon you want, I don't make the rules here.

Next stop: Neat Creek.

We already have C and K so this shouldn't be too painful... I hope.

Nevertheless, when we inevitably come back around, we find what looks like a letter...

Wait, did y'all actually run into a boss? DID Y'ALL ACTUALLY FIGHT A BOSS?? PLEASE, TEAM CHARM, I'M BEGGING YOU-

Ugh, well. Guess we're about to find out, anyhow. We enter the Colossal Rift and hold our breaths...

OH THANK ARCEUS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM TO SEE YOU!!

...Words said before disaster, Part 21,894-

Despite our one-two punch of Meteor Mash and Powder Snow on Celebi, Rhyhorn wouldn't go down easy. In fact, he got off some Dragon Dances , which made me kinda nervous! And Seed Flare missed, like, 4 times in a row?? Then I REALLY started to panic when he used Mirror Move! But in the end, we persevered.

Ohhhh, I see... so, Not Regice just granted us the guardian's permission pre-emptively and went "lol bye losers, I'm out"? That's the explanation I'm going with, anyway :P

When we approach the Nonsensical Trench, there seems to be no sign of Team Charm...

We picked up two E stones in the last segment of the dungeon, so all we're missing is S, T, and L.

Why, hello there! This one even gave us a stone right away :)

It turns out Unown S and T also spawn on this very first floor! I stuck it out as long as I could and, lo and behold, we didn't have to go through more than once! \o/

Okay, now you gotta do the ritual thing to move on to Part 4.

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 8:

"I'm so happy y'all are dating,because y'all wouldn't shut up about each other" daveed announced "for real all y/n would talk about was anthony and I couldn't even talk to him" Renée added "leave them alone" Leslie said putting his arms around us (a/n not even gonna hold y'all I forgot about Leslie until I read a story with him in last night😭😭😭) "you two are going to be the cutest couple ever" Lin said grinning that big grin "thanks Lin" "anytime" let's get to rehearsals of rehearsal "ugh" "I know I know but we have too,y/n you'll be the audience" "cool ooo can-" "no you can't yell boo if someone messes up" "awww" "HAHA" jazzy cackled "🖕🏾" "ok PLACES" Lin yelled "Que groffsauce" *insert preshow speech* "Leslie" "how dose a BASTERD,orphan,son of a whore and a Scotsmen dropped in the middle spot in the crabien by providence and squalor grow up to be a human and scholar" "y/n's boyfriend" "the ten dollar founding father without a farther got a lot farther by being a lot smarter by 14 they placed him in charge a trading charter" "daveed" "and everyday while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away- something's wrong with my mic" "if this is a joke it's not a funny one David" "it's-" then he started mouthing something "damn...ok if anyone did something to daveed's mic fess up now I won't even make you confess why you did just confess" "no one ok good I'll call tech and have this checked out daveed just articulate" "COOL" after his oak part "what's your name man" "Alexander Hamilton my name is Alexander Hamilton and there's 1000,000 I haven't but just you wait just you wait" "when he was ten his father split full of it debt ridden two year Alex and his mother bedridden and" "Alex got better and his mother went quick"moved with the cousin committed sucide left him with ruined pride something new inside" "Hi excuse me so sorry but the mic you wanted us to check out/fix was purposely damaged It seemed to be stepped on.punched,kicked,chewed? And other things that make us not want to even look let alone touch and it might be unfixable "ok CAST CREW AND OTHER meeting now everyone audience "ooo a mystery" I whispered to ant he looked a little tense "you good" "well I'm a little nervous how the show finna Turn out we've had only a few days of practice" "I'm sorry ant" "huh why *gasp* DID YOU DESTROY HIS MIC" "what no I'm sorry that i relapsed and took 2 days off of rehearsals and I'm sorry something happened to his mic and take more time" "hey I'm It's NOT your fault you relapsed it's those dumb idiots online and I know you didn't cause the mic thingy it's not your flaut ok" he said he's BEAUTIFUL green eyes "OK QUITE DONE EVERYONE,LISTEN I KNOW THIS ISNT A BIG BIG ISSUE BUT THE STUFF SOMEONE DID TO THAT MIC I SENT DAVEED TO THE DOCTOR AND THEN HOME" (all caps cause ArTiCuLaTiOn) Lin said with anger and concern "DAMN" we yelled "I know now I know said who ever messed up the mic could fess up and we'd move but if they wanna confess what you did,why'd you dove and why hide it literally that's it" Lin tells us "and-"

He's cut off by a text "OH HELL NO YOU PHYCHO PUT HONEY ON HIS MIC YOU GUYS KNOW HE IS ALLERGIC" "OH HELL NAH" I yelled Everyone looked at me "My bad" "Listen we will continue this rehearsal but if no one fesses up then YA OUTTA HERE" Lin yells everyone look at each other "if you did it you'd tell me right" he asked I wasn't to mad because he was worried for his best friend "I didn't but if I did I'd tell you" "ok good" I texted the "renèe, Pippa, jazzy AND Y/N" GC if y'all did I won't snitch but did y'all

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽: do what I was sleeping the whole meeting

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃: omfg jazzy so you know how so messed daveed mic

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:yeah

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃: he was trying to see if someone would fess up because there'd just have to explain why they did it but if they don't there outta here and no y/n I didn't do it

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:ohh i ain't do it now but you nèa nèa

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:no i kinda like daveed

Ooooooooooo (they all texted)

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:omg you guys SO immature

                        Okay so y'all are clear Ant and I didn't do it so yeah 

I was walking around I was singing Burn and and ant came from the shadows

"I'm your boyfriend how dare you not tell me you can sing"

"I'm sorry I love you don't hurt me," I say while slowly falling on the floor My last boyfriend would hit me when I didn't tell him stuff "Hey hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you come here I love you too and look at me I will NEVER hurt you," he said hugging me on the floor maybe not all men are bad "an-t," I say through tears " "yes babe" "your my boyfriend?" "Am I?" he asked nervously "Yes, yes you are" he smiled so hard "Let me wipe your tears please" "OK" his thumb slowly went down my face getting rid of my tears "I have to go on stage are you ok?" "I'm fine" "ok let's go" he reaches out a hand and I take it he takes me to my favorite seat in the audience and went in the wings I watched the rehearsal they did it with a recording of Daveed's voice they got far to they got to 'say no to this' WITHOUT ANY BREAKS tech member Katie messed up so they had to stop but Lin made sure she didn't feel guilty "damn I want some cookies" I mumbled "I know" I pull out my phone and text thayne

CoOkIe MoNsTeR😏😕😫😤😒🙁😩😠😞☹️🥺😡😔😣😢🤬😟😖😭🤯:is this y/n

                                                    Yes and I want cookies

CoOkIe MoNsTeR😏😕😫😤😒🙁😩😠😞☹️🥺😡😔😣😢🤬😟😖😭🤯:no

                         Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

CoOkIe MoNsTeR😏😕😫😤😒🙁😩😠😞☹️🥺😡😔😣😢🤬😟😖😭🤯: because I fucked them up last night

[bbyeeti]

anon who mentioned reading the fic from when it posted (coincidentaly i am also the anon who used the one brain cell i had left to come up with the hybrid thing heh)

1. i have been reading fics for like. way too long now so waiting for authors to update is easy for me to do akdhsgs and NLFD is just so Good, obviously i stuck around and will do till the end!!!!!

2. "hybrids may not remember being hybrids" ???? are you hinting at something 🤔 honestly i have so many ideas, i'm just waiting to see which of them actually turns out to be true hehehe

also i'm an og heehoon shipper (would have been ecstatic if this fic took that turn too lol but then again this is my The jayhoon fic so maybe not) BUT more than that i'm a sh lover so like ig i read sh-centric anything fic but your fic definitely made me more invested in jayhoon, like sure i've read fics but this one got me Intrigued 🙈

p.s. i'm sensing there's more to characters like hajoon and rudolf maybe? maaaybe? also v curious about who dropped the ring that sh took in the early chapter, was that clarified, i don't think it was (or is it that one vamo that pretended to be a policeman but who is he)

and hoon def is/is going to be Something, and maybe not a vamp/just a vamp heh can you tell i'm obsessed i'm sorry i just really love it and there aren't many sh fics that are so long and Good (for me that is bc i don't read sh fics where he's shipped with any of the maknae line)

You have experience... good for me, good for me

We shall see ^^ I really read a few interesting takes so I wonder if you'll like how it turns out (5 years later)

I'm glad you're one of the people who like sh centric! About your love for heehoon, one of the reason why I've started writing this fic was because I couldn't really find something that would suit my taste with jayhoon, so it would be cruel to transform it into heehoon fic (which doesn't mean we can't have heehoon bits heheheeee).

Hajoon's closed, Rudolf... is the piano man. About the ring, it hasn't been clarified and now I'm trying to be careful with dropping hints beacuse I don't want to spoil anyone's fun and y'all detectives-

Sunghoon... yes I'm glad that you've found the fic! c:

[missnxthingg]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 3.3K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Mentions of sex and swearing (a little bit of crying) 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - I'm so so so happy with the response for chapter four! I knew y'all are down bad for our boy. But if you were hopping to see soft Lando, this one if for you! 🤍 It's a shorty, but I think it's one of my favourites from this series.

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

Y/N really wished she could say that the previous night had been a mistake. That they would never do it again. Yet, the first thing they did the very next morning was fuck again. And fuck in the shower too. And once more when they dropped their breakfast for one more round.

“I think this is exactly what had been missing in our lives”, Lando said, now sitting on the couch with his cock going soft still inside Y/N. She was straddling his lap, her head resting on his chest, trying to catch a breath.

“Sex?”, she looked up at him and frowned. He nodded in affirmation.

“We just needed a proper fuck to stop fighting”, he smiled, making her roll his eyes. “You can't pretend you didn't like it.  We've done it three times this morning alone”.

“You're insufferable”, she went back to resting her head on his chest, snuggling between his arms, being too tired to think about what he was saying.

“Maybe we should do this every time we want to fight”, Lando suggested, making Y/N chuckle against his chest.

“We might as well just fuck all the time”, she leaned back and he smirked. “In case I didn't make my point clear, I fucking hate you, Norris”.

“But you have to admit the sex is good”, he arched his brows, making Y/N feel her cheeks burning with the answer.

Yes, he was very good when it came to sex. And yes, he has that kind of effect that makes her melt in seconds. But it wasn't like she was going to handle that information so easily. 

“I'm not going to say anything to inflate your ego”, she got off him, finally opening the shower for a proper clean up. Lando still followed her inside and managed to get her distracted by pressing her against the wall. 

“I know you want this too”, he was dangerously close and maybe Y/N wasn’t going to actually shower this time.

“We're going to kill each other eventually”, she warned and Lando smiled softly.

“We were going to do that anyway. Might as well enjoy the ride”.

And that's how they ended up fucking almost every time they met each other after that night. Surprisingly, it has helped them improve their relationship for the better. Now they didn't fight as much and every time they felt like it, a quickie would call off the fight. When they weren't pretending to be a lovey dovey couple in public sight, with cute dates and a lot of melly pictures for social media, they would carry on with their weird "friends with benefits” situation they created. More like "enemies with benefits", for sure. 

"Do you ever shut up?", Y/N shouted when she was getting too angry with the teasing comments about everything she was doing one morning, while she was visiting him in Monte Carlo. She was spending a few days with him, waiting for the Monaco Grand Prix.

"I know a few ways you can keep it occupied", he smirked and, a few minutes later, his lips were too busy eating her out.

They know it got to a concerning level when they started seeing each other even when they weren't required too. Lando found himself spending more  and more time at her house whenever he was in England. Y/N was now booking her off days, while he was on summer break, to pass her time with him in Monaco. 

At first, they had the excuse that it was all just for sex, or whatever they wanted to believe to get through the night. Since they couldn't be seen with anyone else because of their fake relationship, then they might as well do what proper couples do to keep them busy. And the worst part of it all is that they were actually liking it.

"I thought you couldn't stand each other", Max Fewtrell, Lando's best friend and one of the few people who knew about their PR relationship, said one day, when Lando was back in England for the week. They were playing video games while Lando filled him with updates of his life. "So why are you spending all your time with her?”

"Sex is really, really great", Lando affirmed, sounding like a total dick. But Max, knowing him for the longest time, wouldn't buy it so easily. 

"You know my opinion about you two", Max started, and already knowing what's about to come, Lando groaned. "I know you always had feelings for her. And I also know you try suppressing it with banter".

"You would be a great writer with all the creative stories you come up with in your mind", Lando replied sarcastically. “Look, she's hot and she gives an amazing head. And just because it helped us stop fighting, doesn't mean I'm in love with her on something".

And as if they were telepathically connected, Y/N called Lando in sequence. When he picked up the phone, he noticed the soft sobbing on the other end of the line.

“Y/N, are you okay?”, his voice bargained on his throat, giving away how immediately concerned he got. She sobbed loudly and took a deep breath.

"’'M fine", she assured. "Just... my car broke on my way home from the set. Can you pick me up? I'm in Surrey. I know you're around because I saw your stories in the MTC earlier today”.

"Of course I can pick you up. Send me your location”, Lando said, making Max hold in a laugh. "Are you sure you're alright?”

"I just had a shitty day, don't worry about me”, she sobbed once again. "I'll hang up and text you my location".

"I'll be there in a minute”. Once he hung up, Max full on bursted into laughter, making Lando roll his eyes.

“You're so gonna end up marrying her”, Max commented, but his best friend ignored him. 

“Not gonna discuss this with you now. She needs me”, and then the very next second, he was starting his McLaren and driving to the location received on his phone.

Y/N was in the parking lot of a McDonalds store, sitting inside her car, who wouldn't come to life even if she tried really hard. Lando had called the mechanics he knew would be available for him any time and asked them to meet them there. But when he saw how she looked, he knew a broken car wasn't the reason why she was crying.

From the time they hung up to now, she hasn't managed to stop crying. Her day at work has been so full and all she wanted was a quick stop by McDonalds for some junk food and go to bed as soon as possible. But now the car had stopped and she was so tired to even think about doing anything but crying. She knew she needed help and she called the first person who popped in her mind: Lando.

“I'm so sorry to bother you, is just… I didn't know who to call and…”, he cut her mid sentence, pulling her in for a tight hug. Just like that day in Miami, only this time she was the one being comforted. She melted into his embrace, not really caring about how good it felt to be engulfed by him.

“I'm here. It's okay, Y/N", he assumed, knowing she was on the verge of a breakdown. Y/N felt good knowing she could break, because he would be there to keep it together. Just the thought of that made her heart calm. Once Lando noticed she was alright, he dared to ask. "What happened?”

“I just had a really busy and tiring day. All I wanted was to go home, but the car broke and… I just wanted to cry. I might be PMSing, or something. I don't know”.

“It's okay. We're getting it fixed”, Lando ran his hands up and down her back, soothing her until she stopped crying.

The mechanics took less than five minutes until they arrived to take her car with them, promising to get it done the very next day. By the time they were leaving, Lando had managed to not only pay the mechanics, but also make Y/N stop crying. Now she was sitting in his car, wearing his hoodie, as he stood in front of her, watching the mechanics work.

“What you were doing here, anyway?”, he asked, looking back at McDonalds.

“I came to buy something to eat on my way home, but now my nuggies are cold and I don't feel like eating them”, she pouted like a little kid and Lando found it incredibly cute.

“Come on, I'll buy you some more. And another burger, and fries, and soda that's not watered down by the melting ice”, he poked her sides and made her giggle softly. “I'm hungry too. We can eat on our way home”.

“Okay”, she nodded, following him inside to get more food.

Lando only let go of her to pay for their food. While they waited in line, he made sure she was secured under his arms. Y/N was quiet, but enjoying some comfort for once. She didn't know why it felt good to have him around in such a vulnerable time, but deep down, she knew she only called him because he's the only person she wanted to see at the end of the day. Knowing that made her even more confused about her feelings.

Truth is, since they started fucking all the time and began to behave around each other, Y/N found herself growing more found of Lando every day. Now she could see that the bubbly and happy personality he has on track can also be repeated in his daily life. Also, the more time they spent together, the more fun they had with each other. Sex was great, yes. But it was even better what came after, with all the jokes, laughs and cuddles.

Y/N just didn’t want to believe it was true.

“Are you feeling better?”, Lando asked and Y/N nodded, her mouth stuffed with nuggets. They were now sitting in his car, away from the public eye and anyone to bother them.

“Yes. Now that I've had food, my mind can think straight", she admitted, feeling so much calmer than before. She leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes for a second, sighing in satisfaction.

“Do you want to talk about why you were crying?”, Lando asked. Truth is, the reason is dumb and Y/N could've easily let him know that she was only tired. But she still couldn't trust him enough to tell him how she feels, even with something small.

"Don't worry about it. I'm better now", She opened her eyes once again, meeting Lando's right away.  "I just need my bed and some sleep”.

He drove her home without arguing, even though he wanted to know why she was so sad. Maybe she wanted to keep that one to herself. But Lando was confused on why it was so agonizing. Why is he hating to see her so sad like that?

The drive home was quiet and Y/N closed her eyes to have a few moments to rest. Lando thought he could use that to put his mind in order, but his plan went down the drain when she reached over for his hand and entwined their fingers on her lap. He felt thousands of butterflies flying on his stomach; his whole body bursting into flames; his heart beating out of his chest.

That was the moment it all became so clear in his head: he was falling in love with her.

Without daring to let go of her, Lando slowed down his car and drove home using only one hand. Y/N was fast asleep when they arrived at her house and he didn't want to wake her up. He easily fished for her keys on her purse and carried her inside. But as careful as he was, Y/N still woke up as being carried by him.

"Go back to sleep. I'll take care of you", he assured, making Y/N snuggle in his chest and let him do all the work.

Knowing all the in and outs of her house by now, Lando laid Y/N in bed and found some fresh comfy pajamas for the night. Then he removed her shoes, her clothes, and helped her change before tucking her in bed. 

"Safe and sound", Lando  whispered as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. And before he could go, Y/N pulled him back by the wrist. 

"Stay the night, please", she pleaded, drunk in tiredness to think straight. And Lando was too drunk in love to say no.

Quickly, he slipped off his shoes and got under the covers with her. Y/N snaked her hands around his neck and caged him between her legs. Lando could feel his heart doing a thousand flips on his chest. And when she kissed his nose, he felt like he could die happily if it was time to go.

"Thank you for coming to save me. You were really sweet", she kept her voice low, making everything even more intimate, even though it was just the two of them in the house.

“Anytime. Just call me and I'll be there for you”, Lando said, digging his fingers onto her hips. “And if you ever need to vent or escape from a full day, just call me”.

"Yeah. You can give me a proper fuck to forget anything", she giggled, expecting Lando to do the same. But he remained serious, staring into her eyes under the dim light of her room.

"Not just because of that, you know? I can be a good listener", he defended, his voice giving away that he was hurt with the comment. Didn’t she see that he wanted to be there for her?

"Well, I think we've had enough experiences together to know that I can't trust you emotionally", she said, sensing the seriousness of his tone. He felt like she had just dug a dagger on her chest.

"Don't say that", he defended. “We've grown so much in the past month”.

“That doesn't mean that everything that came first just magically disappeared, Norris. I give you credit for the change, but I still don't trust you. And I haven't forgotten what you’ve said to me”, she said, making him speechless. So why was she still holding him close?

Without wanting to question it, or start a fight, Lando simply said: “But if you ever feel like you can open up to me, I'll be here for you”.

“I know”, she ended the conversation by snuggling closer to him. Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek, wanting to stop the banter after such a sweet gesture from him. Never in a million years she thought he would call him for help and he'd come for her. "I don't wanna fight before bed. I hate going to sleep like this".

“Don't worry, no hard feelings. You were just telling the truth”, Lando admitted, recognizing how badly he treated her for the first time in his life. It was in moments like this that he could see how they started this relationship on the wrong foot.

Y/N fell asleep with him pressing kisses to her forehead. And right there, staying awake for a while and holding her close in the dark, Lando vowed that he would do anything in his power to make her trust him. 

He had never been so sure of anything in his life; but after weeks of mixed feelings, lots of sex, new habits and getting to know a new side of her, Lando knew very well. It was bright as a sunny day. He is unconditionally in love with Y/N.

Lando felt like he was having a huge hangover, even though he hadn't had an ounce of alcohol in days. That morning, he drove back to his house after a very awkward breakfast with Y/N, who seemingly didn't want to talk about what they had discussed on the previous night. But the words she had said to him were still echoing inside his mind.

When he opened the front door to his house, Max immediately started laughing at his face. "Please, don't. Not today. I'm not in the mood", Lando shot, visibly angry, making his best friend mute.

"Did anything bad happen?", Max asked as Lando sat down next to him.

"I think you're right, Max", he started. “I'm in love with her. I'm completely, wholeheartedly, absolutely in love with her. But I can’t be. We’ll never work out”.

“Oh, mate…”, Max sensed the seriousness in Lando’s voice and didn’t try making fun of his friends. “Why do you say that? You’re giving up without even trying”.

“I already fucked everything up with her”

Lando told him everything that happened the previous day and was on the verge of tears by the time he ended. This realization clarified so much in his head. Now, thinking about their entire history, their bickering only started because of shame for his behaviour when they first met.

Lando had been going through a rough time that night in Monaco when he spilled his drink over her dress. And their feud only began because sometimes he could be stupid and laugh at the wrong time. He didn't hate Y/N. He actually thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But being angry at him and behaving like a bitch wasn't helping Lando like her either.

Then it all came to the point where he started hating her because she hated him as well. Why would he try hard to be nice with someone who didn't even treat him well? And he hated her even more for hating him, even though he didn't want to hate her. He didn't want it, but it was too natural. 

This PR relationship fell on his life to take off the covers that were blinding him. It made him realize how much he was attracted to her. It made him realize that both of them were willing to do anything for their dream. It made him realize that Y/N has the kindest soul in the world, even with people she couldn't stand.

And he fell in love with that. He fell in love with the bickering and how she was so nice to put their differences aside to be there for him when he needed it. He admired her talent, her beauty and the way she lit up the room just by entering it. And he admired every time she would offer him some of her kindness through hugs, words, hand squeezes and, eventually, kisses, even though he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t feel worthy of her love.

Now he was willing to do anything to make her not hate him. And he was willing to do anything to love her the way she deserves.

“You know you need to change”, Max started. “You're done with partying because of your PR thing. But you need to show her that she can trust you. That you won't break her heart”.

"Haven't I done that enough?", Lando sighed, too tired of thinking.

“You had sex with her. But for all she knows, you're still the same Lando who has openly hated her for years now”. The room turned quiet, both of them having no words to continue. “Prove her wrong. Be the man she will fall in love with. I know you have the kindest heart in the world, Lando. So maybe it's time to show it to the person your heart chose to love”.

Be the man she will fall in love with. Yeah, how hard could that be? He could show the love of his life all the love that he has to give her. Right?

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i have no idea if my previous on went through be tumblr said they had a problem sending my ask 🤨

RID i am so sorry to hear about the covid sob i hope u feel better soon and get back to good health, sending hugs and love!! 🫂 man the audacity of covid to show its face to u when it got death glared by kim taehyung like THIS?? (or u can imagine it wasn't covid that had his face like that...) https://twitter.com/blue_and_tae/status/1729656587692781936?s=46&t=c6PIFLP0d4AcbQ2vJ5sqWA

about the news- it's enlistment dates that have been circulating and they're very soon:') just sooner than we expected i think, nothing's confirmed but ppl did the math and they'd be discharged a few days before festa 2025 so... it seems true

AND OMG CMI... i LOOOVE me a big chunky chapter i can sit down and cry/scream/giggle about!!! i feel so Lucky that the updates always seem to align after my big exams like... i'm just so HAPPY cause they're really a big treat to me hehe i'm excited for whatever's in those ~30k words bc i Know i will eat it up sm, i literally have ss of my fav lines and parts when i read because they're just that GOOD!!!

sorry for talking so much TwT can i also ask for #16 from ur spotify wrapped? <3

- ofc, ik (i saw ur tags !! maybe u could give me an emoji or two that seems fitting or just any that u like hehe 🤲🏻)

babe hi!! i'm glad you sent the ask again, bc tumblr did not deliver it lol :') thank you, babe, that means a lot 😭 IT SUCKS SO BAD, like i can barely breathe today and i've so much to do kjsdfhjksg but we'll power through!! just finished an assignment! can tae keep staring covid down though.. i know everyone's intimidated by THOSE eyes </3

oh?! oh my gosh, i didn't even see. but honestly, i was expecting it to happen soon. dunno why, but for some reason i thought they'd leave the moment december started LOL so i'm less but also more hurt. bc i can't say goodbye yet. idk how :') i can't wait for them to come back around festa, though. it'll be when i'll be graduating as well!!! so another reason to celebrate.. gonna be A Time 🥺

ah see… i just know when to serve 💅 LOL but seriously, i'm glad the drops align so well with your schedule. hope you enjoy cmi11 thoroughly, bc there's a shit ton in there and it'll bring cmi12 and 13 even closer which are my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE so far, and oh god, y'all will have so much fun reading them, too. also... if you want.. share those fav lines anytime you want 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼 this my #16, i'm listening to it rn hahaha 😭

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒. ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʜ.

summary: It's fun being each other's dirty little secret. One time, before a night out, you catch Rin pleasuring himself to one of your thongs...

✧ pairing: bonten rindou x fem!dom reader

✧ includes: detailed smut, friends with benefits relationship, panty stealing, masturbating (m), unprotected sex.

✧ a/n: comeback post, I know it's the holidays but I'm drowning in a lot of work. Decided to cool off with this one. HOPEFULLY I can publish If Then's first chapter as well. Also I've been thinking about domming this mf alot lately I can't help but write it

You may have been in some sort of situation with your colleague, the one and only Rindou Haitani. and the two of you couldn't exactly show people outwardly that you were together, mostly because of your work environment.

y'all run a criminal organization, for fuck's sake.

which speaks for your place of living— a luxurious penthouse in the heart of the city which you shared with Sanzu and the two executives.

The pink-haired man grew close to you, even way before working for Manjiro. And he also grew to trust the Haitani brothers alone around you without a second thought as they were also your and his best friends.

But, then again, he didn't know that you may have been a little too close with Rindou, specifically.

“Yo, Rin, hurry! Me and [Name] are gonna leave your ass here, man.” Ran spoke to his brother who was yet to change at the other side of the door.

You may have impulsively planned to attend an exclusive event at a pool club party tonight, explaining the cramming.

Rin opens his closet, taking the first formal clothing he landed eyes on, but dropped it by a black, skimpy piece of clothing.

“Motherfu—” When he knelt down to take the outfit, his eyes were caught instead by a black piece of lingerie.

He picked it up, feeling the familiar lace and texture that he'd tear off you.

exactly what he did a few nights ago...

”Oh shit.” He cursed under his breath, feeling himself pitch a tent just at the thought of how prettily fucked out you looked the other night, sprawled out just for him in the bed.

and he was right— it was the lacy black thong he tore off of you the other night; wherein your innocent movie marathon turned into a rather tempestuous bang session.

how could you be so careless? just leaving your underwear in his room which could've been seen by Ran or Haru?

Rindou balled up your underwear in his fists upon hearing somebody's footsteps from the other side of the door.

“Bro! You coming with us or what?!” Ran knocked once more. Rin stiffens on the spot, having a moment to think.

“Yea, gimme a moment! I mean, I'll meet you guys there. Go on.” He lied, knowing well that what he was planning on doing would definitely take more than just a “moment”.

Ran only shrugged, heading down the staircase assuming that Rindou just needed time to get ready.

“Is Rin coming?” You questioned from the doorframe upon seeing Ran emerge without his brother.

Oh, he's coming alright.

Ran shrugged in response, inserting a flask into his jacket pockets. “He needs a moment to get dressed.”

You sigh, knowing that Ran wanted to leave so badly already and didn't want Sanzu to wait any longer in the car outside.

“You know what, we'll meet you there. Go ahead.” You insisted, perking up Ran's expression quickly.

“Alright, if you say so.” He nods, opening the huge doors of your penthouse. “See you there.” He gave you a light tap on the shoulder before leaving, the doors closing made an echo upn his leaving.

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself upon heading up the stairs. You walked down the hall and towards his door, ready to scold his ass to go.

But upon touching the doorknob, you froze on the spot when you heard very familiar noises from Rindou than you couldn only recognize on the bed.

“Mmhm, fuck! Oh, shit, [ Name ]! So good,” Rin breathily moaned your name to himself.

Is he seriously jerking off right before leaving for a night out?

You burst through the unlocked door, taking in the sight of your casual lover laid on the bed, being a complete mess.

Arm thrown over his eyes, wearing nothing but boxers pulled down his thighs, Rindou had his hand wrenching his impressive length along with one of your thongs.

So, that's where it went...

“Oh,” Rin's eyes shot open upon hearing your voice, his face now heating with embarrassment and movements frozen.

But his next move was rather bold, turning you on right on the spot. Rin's half lifded eyes locked with yours, his movements carrying on with.

“Like what you see, darling? Ah, Sh-it!” A smug smirk was now evident over his sweet lips which were just moaning your name just a minute ago.

“Oh fuck!” You watched his hand continuing to work on his own pleasure.

“Do you know how pathetic you look? Getting off on my thong from the other night?” You swiftly took the lacy material away from his hand, tossing it onto the floor.

“Fuck you.” He cursed.

“Oh you're about to.” You swiftly slipped off your skirt, letting them hit the floor before hopping onto the bed, trapping the man in between your thighs.

“So hard.” His breath hitched upon feeling your underwear press against his leaking tip. “What a good fucking girl.” He spoke, never breaking eye contact as his thumb brushed over the delicate skin over your hip bone.

You were surprised by how easily Rin let you dominate him, not completely sure what this leads to. But he let you continue.

You slowly begin to roll your hips against his, taking your lips down his lips for a soft kiss, gradually escalating into a heated make out.

He could only continue to kiss you with such aggressive passion, running his hands through your hair messily through heavy breaths.

At the same time, eyeing you fiercely, trying to maintain his moaning but failing at your breathtaking actions and sight.

You heavily breathed against his ear, grinding against his own hips and feeling his abs cave in hard. Until he finally took his hands to the waistband of your underwear, sliding it off your legs before tossing it to the carpet.

You wasted no time in lowering yourself onto Rin's dick, slowly feeling him split your core just right. “Fuck, atta girl!” His breath hitched once more, loudly cracking a moan and couldn't contain himself any longer.

You continued to bounce and writhe on top of him, the sounds of your juices lewdly mixing with his length.

“[Name], baby, I— Oh! shit,” His face looked so pretty underneath you, hands desperately clinging onto your hips. You loved it when he looked just like this— so pussy drunk and on the verge of finishing.

As you both felt yourselves near your highs, you leaned down to kiss him eagerly once more, enjoying the feeling of his breath against your lips.

The more aggressive your thrusts became, only the worse Rin held himself together.

He let out soft whimpers as he shut his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the sensation of your hips meeting against his own.

“You're so cute! Fuck, I'm so close.” His moans were light and came out as whimpers.

Soon, you two felt the familiar surge of overwhelming ecstasy, signaling your orgasms at their endpoint.

“and to think... you wanted to use my thong.” You teased.

You and Rindou moaned heavily at the same time, feeling the release of each other's enjoyment. The room was now filled with humidity of your bodies' arousals, along with heavy breaths as you fell from your orgasms.

“This was so much better than what I could do on my own.” He admitted, watching you trace your fingers over his tattooed torso.

“Should we leave now?” You ask, remembering the party at the club. Ran and Haru are probably in there already.

“No, I don't think so.” He replied, locking eyes with you. “We're not finished yet, I'm on top this time.” With a groan, you were flipped to your back in an instant, trapped under his control.

“What?” Rin spun on his seat, meeting gaze with his brother. “One of the guys we took in last week is a fucking mole.” He explained, going straight for Rin's gun vault.

“Unbelievable!” Ran's angered voice almost made you toss your phone away upon he entered Rindou's room, wherein you peacefully peace hanging out.

Thank god, it's just a stupid rat. You genuinely thought he busted you. Shrugging it off, you continued to go through your phone.

“Yo, what's up?!” Sanzu was next to enter the room, hopping onto one of the couches to finish his glass of scotch.

“I'm gonna fucking end someone.” Ran explained, loading up a handgun.

“Cool.” Haru nodded, now bringing his attention to you and Ran who scrolled through his laptop on the desk beside you.

“Didn't see you two last night, did you even leave?” He questioned, swirling the liquor in the glass.

“Yeah we did.” “No.” You indistinctly mumbled.

He was confused from your opposing answers, but didn't really bother making you elaborate. His eyes now freely roamed the room, enjoying the drink in silence.

“Alright, I'm off.” Ran excused himself and headed to the door.

“Bye.” The three of you responded.

Sanzu continued finishing the golden liquor, until he sees a prominent damage on a certain spot on the wall.

“Yo, what happened to this, man?” The shot glass making contact with the table made a clink as Sanzu got up, walking towards the headboard just a foot away from you.

His question instantly took you and Rin's attention, heads turning to him. And once you see what he was talking about, all the words seemed to have knocked off your vocabulary.

He was examining the dent you made last night.

“This wasn't here yester—“ Sanzu's sentence was cut short upon a realization, slowly turning his head to you and Rindou who already had your eyes on him.

“Oh,” He spoke.

“OH— Oh shit!” He laughed at the horrified looks on your faces. “Fuck, man! Damn!” He continued to laugh over the fact that he'd just busted his best friends secretly banging.

“Rinnie and [Name]... Goddamn!” He whistled.

“Did I miss anything?” Ran peeked through the doors.

Oh, this couldn't get any worse...

[lady-lazagna]

It's Rewind Time

Recognise this? It's the first drawing I posted on the hellsite- and my first contribution to the Beyblade fandom- from one year ago today! Really, I don't know if I've gotten any better at art, but I think my style has come into it's own at least. I'll put the original at the end of the post, but first, it's time for a little sap:

I joined the fandom near the end of 2021, after finally watching Metal Fusion all the way through. I just wanted to look at some fanart, so I went on google images and (after carefully avoiding edits of Tsubasa with his dick out(some of y'all are fucking weird)) I saw that a lot of the art was from Tumblr. I had never used Tumblr before, so I braced for the worst (i.e. more naked Tsoobs) but then- oh my god there's an active fandom??? How old are these people??? Has this been here the whole time???

I combed through the entire Tsubasa tag in a couple of hours and I was hooked. Cute art, fanfics, and ocs that were being encouraged and celebrated? Who knew? So after scraping with the mortifying idea of being known, I decided to make a blog and post some art.

I should've known that this would become a huge part of my life. Back then, I was two years out of school (drop-outs what's good) and I hadn't gotten a job. I spent every day of those two years at home on the couch, re-watching tv shows I liked as a child to fill the void. I felt like I was years behind all my friends in terms of maturity due to my special interests, and I felt ashamed and scared that I would never be able to get on with my life and move away from this dumb kids' anime made to sell toys.

But these days, making art and writing stories about this dumb kids' anime is one of the only things that makes me feel truly accomplished. I love waking up and seeing ~20 notes in my notifications because I made some dumb joke and forgot about it the night before. I love posting an angsty fanfic and having people comment "what the fuck is your problem I'm going to eat your parents. Can't wait for the next chapter😊" Like what the fuck is wrong with you people? I love you.

And of course, a special thanks to the friends I've made through this fandom (I hope it's okay to call you that). Your crazy ideas and amazing creations truly brighten my day, every day. There is something very wrong with you /pos. I wanna play roblox please can we play roblox.

After 12 years of never having an outlet for all of these ideas I had about Beyblade (and technically Bakugan but this ain't about her) and feeling too embarrassed to tell anyone about my special interest in it, I finally feel like I can fully express myself, for the first time in my life.

Thank you. Stop editing Tsubasa with his cock out.

[gardenerian]

honestly, every excuse not to do the laundry is a good excuse - no ac being one of the best, if i'm asked. but i almost ran out of clean shirts, so there's that :')

ANYWAY

since ao3 is working again, to better topics- gushing over fanworks, because, well, i'm well and truly obsessed with everyone's fucking TALENT over here in this little corner. although, to be fair, you probably know a lot of them already? i'm always late to the best parties, but here goes nothing-

i am still working through things beyond mistake, because?? the premise got me hooked. mickey in especially is beautifully written and i can't. get. enough of it. also, PJ is a badass fucking friend and right for, well, all of *gestures* it.

wait, lemme grab the open tabs for more-

AH, YES, HOW COULD I FORGET, i still gotta catch up on these foolish games, because, c'mon, this just gotta be good. also, love me some "unknowingly texting and it going okay, but hating each other face to face until they realise" (what a genre.).

like a good tumblrian (is that even a word) i of course gotta read your question has been received. just. c'mon. the idiots as tumblr users? how do y'all feel being the geniuses you are.

old man that i am, too, you found me, you knew me's hopefully gonna feed my need for some good old soulmate au (just like @whatthebodygraspsnot's sweetpea. this one's gonna have me dead for good at some point, the WARMTH of it all.)

also, ALSO, i scheduled rereads for both @squidyyy23 's dancing after death and @gallawitchxx's exception to the rule, because i deserve a treat and these two works in particular are pure serotonin to go, topped off with some golden shit i can't name but also can't ever get enough of. and also because squid and bee deserve all the love they can get, i'll die on that hill a thousand times.

(meh, i hope all the links are right and working.)

and there's probably a shitton more on my list right now, but this has gotten long already, and with everything going on i probably won't be able to read all of it anyway - even though y'all make it so worth it every second. some days(tm) are ahead; i'm a procrastinating farmer and these works are my tools. anyway, all love and flowers to you🌼🌾🍀

(also, patiently impatiently waiting for the irish revolution au-)

holy fuck nosho you came through!!! i have not read all of these yet! many of them are on my list to read (literally, i made a spreadsheet aslkjdfh), and with your recommendation i will be sure to get to them ASAP 🥰 YES hating each other face to face while falling head over ass in love online is one of my all time FAVES, sign me UPPPPP!

as a macy stan i am SO THRILLED about today’s yqhbr update! @celestialmickey is a blessing 😇 she has given us all a gift today! 

also HELL YEAH sweetpea! i need to catch up! that fic is SO clever and fun, i am enjoying the hell out of it. you absolutely deserve the serotonin of squiddy and bee words - we are so lucky to have such wonderful, lovely people sharing these stories with us! golden! so true! 

love love love love love love to see you drop by my sweet! ty for sharing these links! my spreadsheet runneth over! 

irish AU is coming… chapter one is complete………. i am fixing her up 😇

[swcetnight]

It’s Definitely You || kth (m.) 1

synopsis:

Working as a barista in NYC has its perks, but when your ultimate dream of being on the Broadway stage tends to come crumbling down, the only thing that raises your spirits is the comfort of a complete stranger… who seems to have known you for far longer than you thought.

masterlist here

→ pairing: taehyung x barista!reader (also musical theatre performer cause I had to)

→ genre: fluff, angst, future smut | strangers(ish) to lovers… i won’t give the truth away... gonna have to read and find out for yourself ;))

-> warnings: self doubt, adorable plant names... there's really not many warnings for this chapter!

→ word count: 7,973

authors note:

alrighty everyone... here we go! (i’m so nervous) this is the first chapter of this series (which it took me 50 years to figure out whether I wanted this to be a series or a two shot... lets just say that it's gonna be a long one, so I think that a series is the best way to go)! this story is really near and dear to my heart, so 1. I really hope you enjoy it and 2. I hope all of you know how hard it was to write this into words... my goodness. now, make sure you look for clues throughout this series... there's a secret in here that won't be revealed for a while ;)) but if any of you have ideas, please be sure to send an ask while we wait to find out together! anyways, I hope you enjoy !!

authors thanks:

a HUGE thank you to @hantaev and @monvante for beta-reading and being so so supportive of me and this little (but not so little) story... y'all truly have no idea how helpful you've been and how thankful I am to be friends with both of you! forreal, y'all are the greatest and I'm sending you all my love!!

also, if you are enjoying this story, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask (on or off anon) and let me know your thoughts, feelings, theories, etc!! i would love to hear from all of you 🤍

If time-travel existed, you would be on the first time machine and head back to 2 years ago. A time when you had a free schedule and were able to go out on Friday nights. A time when you felt confident in yourself and were raring to pursue theatre. A time when you didn't have this job (cause apparently, theatre is impossible to get into) that forces you awake at 4 in the morning for the opening shift.

You can't say you don't love your Barista job because you do. Still, when your alarm wakes you from the beautiful dream of performing on the big stage, you have to use everything within yourself to crawl out of your sheet cocoon… and that is unacceptable.

What's even more unacceptable is the fact that your co-worker, Jimin, hasn't arrived at the Academia Cafe yet. You have about 30 minutes to prepare for the morning peak; brew coffees, set up the bakery items, clear the boards "coffee of the day," etc. The problem is, it takes up all of the 30 allotted minutes— and you can't start prepping early because Jimin has the keys to the cafe.

You’ve worked at the Academia Cafe for about a year now, taking a break from your endless theatre audition schedule— since that was getting you absolutely nowhere. No matter how badly you want it, nothing seems to work. No matter how many times you practice, it never seems to be good enough. Let’s just say, you took this job at the cafe because you were over the repetitive let downs.

… But here you are, with a “Jimin being late” let down.

[To: Jimin ☕️] hey, you almost here? times ticking, keys!

You stuff your phone into your winter coat pocket, the brown material catching snowflakes as they fall gently from the cloudy sky. You love this weather; it's always been your favorite. When you were little, you used to pretend to be a dragon; running all over your front yard and releasing heavy breaths that chilled in the air and spread like smoke. You don't enjoy the cold, but the entire feel of winter has you cozying up in a blanket with hot cocoa and a good book… nothing could beat that.

A buzz in your pocket catches your attention.

[From: Jimin ☕️] Hey! Look up.

Your eyes immediately lift to see Jimin smiling a few feet away, shuffling through the snow as he drags the keys out of his pocket. He's sporting a heavy blue coat that reaches down to his knees — making his short stature appear even smaller — topped with a matching blue beanie. Despite his tardiness today, you’ve always been fond of Jimin. He's like a ray of sunshine, beaming through the skyscrapers of the city and making everyone around him happy just by flashing a single smile. Honestly, you wish you could sneak some of that happiness from him and lock it somewhere safe... so you can save it for a time when you need it most.

"Your timing is impeccable." He laughs, gently placing the keys into the front door lock. "You texted me right as I was rounding the corner."

"I'm telling you, Jimin; we're always on the same wavelength."  Smirking, you make your way through the doors of the cafe, greeted by the warmth that surrounds you like your sheet cocoon did this morning, but accompanied by the smell of fresh coffee. "Except for the fact that you, my friend, are late, so now we only have twenty-eight minutes until opening."

Old, rustic book pages litter the cafe's dark walls, executing the dark academia theme flawlessly. You have to give the interior designers a hand, what with the black stools and high dark wood counters etched with different story pages. You wonder if anyone took the time to read the stories that covered the cafe; maybe the stories moved them in a personal way. Maybe there was a reason why they read them, a part of the butterfly effect of their life.

With a quick survey of the main room, you shuffle into the back to put your belongings away. "You would think it would be less busy on the streets because of the snow," Jimin calls, already working on the first batch of light roast coffee. "But unfortunately for me, that was not the case, and I nearly lost my life multiple times on the way here because of how slick it is."

A laugh emits from your lips, echoing in the backroom as you throw your apron over your head.

You begin with date labeling all of the pastry items, placing them accordingly onto the pastry cart; croissants, muffins, scones, etc. Then, you move onto organizing syrups and setting toppings along the bar where drinks are made. Bar is your personal favorite position-- since you're able to make the drinks… Plus, you're so busy that your shift goes by way faster. The sooner you're done, the sooner you get to go home and sleep.

“All set?” Jimin questions when you finish setting the steaming pitchers next to the espresso machine, tossing the rag he used to wipe down tables into the sanitizer bin. You give him a nod, taking a quick once over of the bar. “Alright,” he claps, “let's do this.”

This morning runs like every Friday morning, busy and fast. The sounds of coffee glasses clinking and the calling of customer names at the hand-off station echoes through the air.

Ahhhh, the scenery in coffee shops; the quiet hush over the room as soft jazz plays over the speakers. It’s soothing, all encompassing, and extremely helpful for motivation… You used to go to a local cafe for homework when you were still in school.

You take a breath, relaxing against the back counter as you overhear a conversation a group of regulars are having. It’s the usual small talk: the weather, families, sharing pictures of recent events. Coming up with questions of the day for customers becomes easier after knowing their stories, so you subconsciously listen in often.

Because of this, you almost don't notice the man waiting at the register, wholly delved into the neighboring conversation— only looking over when you hear your name called.

"Y/n?"

You turn your head, catching eyes with the stranger behind the counter who holds his credit card ready. The first thing you notice is that he's young, probably around your age, wearing a brown turtleneck and white slacks. His eyes are dark, standing above his perfectly sculpted nose and lips. His hair is dark as well, forehead drowning within the wavy bangs that fall over his eyebrows as he takes you in. To be completely honest, he's probably the most handsome man you've had the pleasure of seeing… is that weird? You don’t know him… maybe that is weird.

The second thing you notice is that he looks completely anxious, hands grasping the edge of the counter like there's a thousand-foot drop below him. Why is he looking straight at you while doing that? Maybe you should call Jimin to take ove-

“Is it really you?” He questions, taking you aback.

"I-" You clear your throat, walking forward to meet him at the register, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

With an intake of breath, he releases the counter as he studies you. Was he… crying? You swear his eyes were not this bloodshot three seconds ago.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?...possibly.

You shake your head slightly, “I… I’m sorry. I don't-"

Wait… is he a regular? You swear you haven't seen him come into the cafe before. Shoot.. What if he is? The number one thing your boss has made perfectly clear: remember the regulars, so they come back and feel at home; recognized. Customer connection was the most important thing at the Academia Cafe… He's probably a regular.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

He's staring at you. Full-on staring, jaw slacked. Shifting uncomfortably in your keds, you eye beside you to see Jimin working away at a macchiato. You consider changing places, nearly walking over to him before the customer speaks again.

"It's- It's Taehyung."

You force a smile, nodding while he continues to stare at you. He seems a bit more hesitant, his eyes looking in different directions but ultimately falling back onto your own. Even if he tried, he couldn't hide the rosy color that spreads onto his cheeks. What was this guy's problem?

"Taehyung! Awesome, well, what can I get for you today?" You chirp, attempting to brighten up your increasing discomfort. He might have mistook you for someone else, you decide, jumping back into your customer service personality: kind and quick to the point.

Taehyung doesn't move, training his eyes on you. You've never had a man's undivided attention before, since boyfriends were never an option. When you were a teenager, you stayed home most of the time in your hometown, and the boys there were all just in it to take your pants off. You avoided them and never really caught their attention, so you can't help the uncomfortable blush that grows on your cheeks. It’s short lived though, your nerves dissolving as soon as you notice a single tear fall onto the front of his shirt.

Oh. Okay, he’s definitely crying.

"Sir..." You begin, leaning in closer to avoid drawing attention. "Is everything alright?"

"I…" The shake in his voice is evident as he puts his credit card back into his wallet, still refusing to break eye contact. “Excuse me." Without another word, he turns on his heel and rushes towards the exit, clocking a customer in the shoulder in his rush. He apologizes quickly, bowing to them before glancing behind to make eye contact with you once more.

You wish you could read minds, wondering what the hell is going through his brain… but you notice the tiniest gleam of a hopeful smile that hides on his lips.

And then he’s gone.

“I swear it was the strangest thing, Jimin.” You speak nervously, tugging at the strings of your apron and lifting it over your head. It had been busy all day, despite a quick thirty minute break when everyone had left and the cafe was suddenly a deserted island. You appreciated the busyness, it made your shift go by faster. Right now, all you wanted to do was go home, eat a fat bowl of icecream and distract yourself from the events of today with a movie. Thank God your shift was over.

“Maybe he thought you were someone else?” Jimin insists, taking a bite into the extra Blueberry Muffin you’d accidentally heated when you were distracted by the events that occurred earlier.

“Yeah? Well, I must be the spitting image because he was totally freaked out.”

“You never know, y/n. Or, maybe he just used that as an excuse to talk to you.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, throwing your rolled up apron at him harshly before you grab your belongings.

“Ha, ha, you’re hilarious. This guy looked like he had seen his ex… He was crying. I don’t think he was into me.”

“Maybe his eyes were watering from the cold wind?” He offers.

“Enough to cry actual tears?” You scoffed, “C’mon Jimin.”

He shrugs defensively, picking up his things so the two of you can head out a few minutes earlier than usual. Whenever the baristas have a chance to leave early, they take it. “If he comes back, then ask him: hey, dude, what’s your deal?”Jimin works his way through the cafe, throwing an excess chair upside down onto the table with the rest of them.

You hold your hand above your heart, which is still beating at a faster pace due to this discussion. Can hearts even beat this fast? This can’t be healthy… “Oh wow, you have such a way with words. That definitely won’t make him feel uncomfortable!”

Yes. Sarcasm coping mechanism.

“Y/n.” Jimin meets you at the door and puts his hands on your shoulders, making extra sure he has your attention. “Go home. Don’t think too much into it… He was probably high or something and mistook you for his ex that dumped him and now he’s moping through the city and getting into all sorts of trouble and he’ll forget that he even came here tomorrow morning. Okay?”

You nod slowly, exiting the cafe with Jimin on your tail. "Don't worry, y/n." Jimin adds, "He probably won't even come back." He locks the door and gives you one last thumbs up before heading in the opposite direction, calling out at the last second. “See you tomorrow!”

The forced smile on your face appears again (looks like this was a regular occurrence today), waving him goodbye.

Yeah… tomorrow.

Jimin was right. The handsome crying stranger was probably never coming back.

It has been a few weeks since you met him for the first time. Now, it feels like a distant memory. He hadn’t shown up to the cafe the day after the encounter, or the day after that, or the day after that, and eventually you’d come to the conclusion that he was probably never going to show his face again out of pure embarrassment. You can’t say you blame him. You’d be embarrassed too if you stared at and cried over a random stranger.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment... You'd kind of hoped you could figure out what his problem was, maybe ease his mind a little if you really did look like a past lover. You would make sure he knew that it wasn't you. What if he was avoiding the cafe because he literally thought you were someone else? Great… now you just feel bad.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Jimin beckons over the phone.

"Huh? What?" You bounce back to reality, the soft comforter of your bed lying beneath you as you stare out the window. Thanks to your wonderful apartment search, you have a beautiful view of the city. Jimin had helped you find a place when you first moved here. The two of you had met when you visited to check out the first apartment options; he even took you out for a drink afterward to celebrate the first days' completion. Jimin had immediately clicked with you, as he does with everyone-- he was the kind of person to make friends insanely quickly. He must've been super popular in high school... unlike you.

"Y/n Y/l/n. I am giving you a chance to meet more people, and you're not even listening to me!" He cries, a light smack coming from the other end (probably from him slamming his hand on the table).

"Okay, okay-- I'm sorry. I'm listening now; what's up?"

With a deep sigh, he speaks again. "Party. My house. Tonight. It's not gonna be wild, don't worry... it's just a get-together with some of my friends, and you can have a few drinks if you would like to."

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you look over towards the clock on your nightstand. 5:00. "I don't know..." You begin, the bed shifting as you raise into a seated position. "I have to work tomorrow morn-"

"Already got your shift covered." He deadpans.

"What??"

"I already got your shift covered, so you have no excuse."

This sly guy.

"Who covered it?" You question, setting the audio to speaker-phone as you rummage through old text messages you haven't gone through (to prep for your "thank you for covering my shift" text message).

“Jin.” Noted.

“So…” Jimin continues, “are you coming?”

You can't even remember the last time you met new people, let alone gone to a party. Parties weren't necessarily your thing, especially with your busy schedule of workdays and auditions-- you just never had the time. You should be excited, right?

Well, you aren't.

"Jimin, I don't know… I'm not really a huge fan of parties." You mumble over the phone, picking at the lone string that popped out of its stitch on your comforter.

"Y/n, it's a small get-together, and it's not gonna be that kind of party. Believe me; it'll be really chill. It's just me, you, a few other coworkers, and some friends from my journalism class."

You chew at your bottom lip, looking over at your closet to see a single green cocktail dress that you hadn't worn in years. The memory of the dress was a good one… you had just finished up curtain call for The Addams Family and wore that dress to the after-party. It's a short sleeve, layered green dress that flows just over your knees, the same color sash tying the waist in a floppy bow. You blush at the memory of winning best dressed.

A pause, “Okay.” You conclude. “I’ll go.”

Jimin was honest about how chill it would be; soft music plays in the background as the group sits around the table playing cards. A basketball game is playing on the TV, desperate for attention as a player scores a 3-pointer, but no one is watching. Shuffling of cards is the only sound heard in the room as the game continues.

The atmosphere is calm… quiet…

“BULLSHIT.”

The immediate crumble of everyone’s mood causes the loud “HELL YEAH” that makes you jump in your seat.

"And that is how it's done, Ladies and Gentlemen." Jungkook (your fellow coworker) claps, his smile brighter than the sunset that seeps through the curtains on the opposite side of the room.

"And that's on cheating!" Jimin picks up the cards in the center of the table, gathering them clumsily back into a pile.

"It's called having skill," Jungkook replies, holding his hands up as he smirks at his opponents.

"No, it's called luck." Yoongi finalizes as he puts his hand of cards down on the table with a roll of his eyes. You haven’t met Yoongi before until tonight. He’s one of Jimin's friends from Journalism Class.

When you arrived, you decided to sit out of this round and learn to play before joining the game-- knowing you; you would've been crushed within the first minutes of playing. Card games weren’t exactly a skill of yours— board games on the other hand were where it’s at! That, and charades. For the sake of the party, a card game didn’t sound too bad this time around— so you poke at Jimin to give you the hand as he serves cards for everyone else.

“Wait, wait, wait—“ Jimin pauses, his hand disappearing beneath the table to grab his phone. “Hello?”

“I’m not Irish, so does luck really count?” Jungkook questions in a hushed whisper, nudging Yoongi in the side.

“Oh hey...yeah... it’s apartment 205.” Jimin continues.

“You’re so funny, Jk. Maybe you’ll actually become successful if you choose stand-up comedy rather than becoming a musician.” Yoongi replies nonchalantly, his cat-like eyes staring at the abandoned pile of cards before he seems to come to the decision to shuffle them himself. He gives you a small smile when you hold your hand out to signal that you’re joining in this round.

“Mhm, you can just walk on in! Doors unlocked… okay.. alright, see ya in a minute.” When Jimin's phone is down, Yoongi passes a hand of cards to him.

“Think you can beat me, Y/n?” Jungkook asks,”Since apparently these four can’t?” He motions to Yoongi and Jimin, glancing at the other two players of the game: Hoseok (Jimins other classmate) and his girlfriend, Faith.

“I think I can.” You say, smirking at the determined expression on Jungkooks face. Even if you weren’t very fond of card games, there was one thing you were even less fond of: losing.

“Mmm, might want to rethink that, but okay.” Jungkook replies. The two of you are death staring when the sound of the front door creaking open catches the attention of everyone else at the table. Jimin shoots out of his chair.

“Taehyung!”

You freeze.

"You-" He pauses, taking another sharp breath and running a hand through his hair. If you thought he couldn't get more attractive, you were wrong. "Do you know me?"

Attractive? Yes. Psycho?... possibly.

“I’m so sorry, there're so many people that come to visit us and sometimes I forget the regulars!” You apologize. “That’s my fault… remind me of your name again?”

"It's- It's-."

“Taehyung, you just missed me creaming everyone in bullshit.” Jungkook boasts. Your eyes are glued to the side of Jungkook's head, not daring to make eye contact with the source of your nerves the past few weeks.

“Oh did I?” The familiar, deep voice utters.

Okay.. you can’t help but look…

Holy—it’s actually him.

Immediate regret sinks into your soul when you see him. God, he’s even handsomer than you remember. A white woolen sweater hangs over a pair of his black pants, matched with white sneakers and accenting the head of dark wavy hair you’d been thinking about since you last saw him.

“Yep!” Jungkook continues. “And now Y/n’s about to get shitfaced too.”

The moment his eyes swiftly glance your way is the moment you crumble and turn your head back to Jungkook. You had hoped to make a sly remark, something along the lines of “in your dreams,” but you’re caught breathless from the tension in the room. The tension only the two of you are aware of. He must be tense too, right?

“I wouldn’t underestimate her.” You hear out of Taehyung's mouth, stealing a look at his face once more. He’s smirking at Jungkook, hanging his coat on the hook beside yours, oblivious of the way you’re basically dissecting his every move.

“Have you met Y/n?” Jimin questions, provoking Taehyung's eyes to fall back onto yours. This time, you don’t look away.

He doesn’t answer right away, making you more nervous than you should be— the silence deafening as you make to explain, “We-“

“No.” He states plainly, cutting you off. An innocent smile plays on his lips as he looks at Jimin and places his messenger bag beside the door.

No? Uhhh, was he not the guy who pretended to know who you were and cried in front of you without even explaining why? Nope, it’s definitely him.

“I’m Taehyung.” He calls in your direction, offering you a boxy smile and a small nod, “Don’t let Jungkook fool you. A girl pinched him when we were in grade school. He barely lasted five seconds before running away screaming.” Taehyung moved to the table, sitting beside the man he just brutally embarrassed.

“That girl was terrifying. She was way taller than all the other sixth graders. It was an unfair situation.” Jungkook protested, sinking in his chair as he shuffled the cards he held in his hand.

You couldn’t help but stare dumbly at Taehyung. Was he embarrassed of his outburst at the cafe that he just hopes you forgot about him? You guess you didn’t exactly meet each other, other than a few words exchanged before he disappeared out the door. He probably doesn’t want his friends to know about what happened. Or did he not recognize you and completely forgot about the whole ordeal?

Okay, it’s fine… totally fine.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” you laugh, “no more coming in late, Jk. Or I’ll have to pinch you.”

Jungkook merely rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his beer. You see the crinkle in Taehyung's eyes as he laughs, the boxy smile taking root on his face again… a smile you’ve begun to enjoy the look of.

Hey. Snap out of it. This guy is so confusing. That’s a red card.

You straighten up in your seat, catching Jimin's attention when you move towards the kitchen, motioning with your hand to signal that you’re getting another drink. You have a feeling you’re gonna need some more alcohol to get through the evening.

Jimins place is clean, every knick knack placed neatly where it belongs; accompanied by the smell of potted plants that he keeps by his windows. Little name tags are attached to the plant stems: Flo, Sprout, Bob. He names his plants. Sweet.

He, like you, has a great view of the city too, a mid-size window perched above his breakfast nook where a small potted plant (quotabley named “bean”) grows. The city is bustling below as you reach for a beer, shrugging off the fact that you hate beer, but at least the taste will distract you from Tae-

“Hey.” You hear a soft voice call from the kitchen archway. When you turn you nearly drop the bottle out of your hand. Taehyung gives you a soft smile.

“Hey! Uh.. did you want a beer, or are you a wine guy?” You question, cringing at how much higher your voice sounds at his close proximity.

“I— Sorry, neither.” He starts, shoving his hands into his pockets as he makes his way around the island. “I uh- I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nod slightly, “Yeah of course… what’s up?”

“Um,” he’s nervous, you notice. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole thing at the cafe a few weeks ago.. I was— not in the right state of mind.” He meets your eyes hesitantly, “you just look like someone I know from a long time ago and it kind of.. took me by surprise, I guess.”

Jimin was right. You offer him a smile, shaking your head in disbelief, “You know what, I truly thought that was the reason… It’s totally fine. I’m not who you think I am, by the way.”

A flicker of something crosses his features at your comment, something you can’t quite pick up, but he changes it quickly to a smirk. “Obviously.” He laughs, “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.. I’m not weird, I swear.”

“Mmm, that’s what they all say.” You tease.

He laughs, a soft sound that you want to hear over and over again. “You’ve got me there.” He takes a pause, placing his hands on the island countertop. “Let’s start over? If that’s okay? I didn’t want to mention it when I came in because I wanted us to have a fresh start.”

You push down the questioning thought of who this woman he mistook you for was, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “That’s totally okay.. clean slate?”

“Clean slate.” He finalizes.

“Straightforward,” You add, “I like it.”

He gives you a warm smile, the same edge in the way he looks at you dances in his eyes before he breaks it off, sliding the bottle of beer out of your own hand. “Actually, I think I will have a beer. You don’t seem like a beer drinker, anyway.” He turns quickly, smirking at you before striding out of the room. “Thanks, Y/n!”

Protestations die on your lips as he disappears from the room, your beer along with him. How rude. You can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you turn back to the cupboard, skipping the beer and pouring yourself a second glass of wine. You weren’t a beer drinker, after all.

Although you weren’t one for parties, you couldn’t help but admit the fact that you were having a good time. No, a great time. All of you are seated in Jimins living room; a plate of chips sits on the coffee table, which was the hot spot of the night (considering there’s hardly any remaining). Others in the group still have a glass of alcohol in their hands, the tipsiness evident by the slurring of their words. You had stopped yourself after half of your second glass, playing it safe since you still have to walk home after the party. You weren’t much of a drinker anyway-- your family history being the root of this decision.

It isn’t the games that made the night this enjoyable, or the food, or the movie that is currently playing over Jimin's television (which, by the way, is Moulin Rouge, because half of the room enjoys musicals, and the other half enjoys regular movies. So, you decided to settle on a movie musical). None of that matters, except the fact that you’ve never felt this carefree in a long time.

For one night, you can put aside your cafe job, auditions, and never-ending to-do lists and just have fun. Real fun. Even in the audition rooms, it has never been fun for you. It’s been nerve-wracking to a fault and always ends with a “thank you for taking the time, but we’ve decided not to accept you this time around,” or a callback, which ultimately concludes with the same grueling fate.

But this is different.

This is a group of people who genuinely want to spend time with you and get to know you… with no “not this time’s” or open-ended questions.

Especially with Taehyung. You’re surprised at how quickly the two of you seemed to hit it off, despite the awkward introduction. Now, it feels like he’s known you for years… in the best way. You’re comfortable talking to him, chatting together during the movie about the plot points or songs you find specifically endearing. You had initially planned to sit next to Jimin… but ended up next to Taehyung on the couch.

It just happened.

He enjoys musicals as well, you learn. Maybe not as much as you do, but at least he doesn’t despise them. He’s one of Jimin’s friends from their shared art class. He loves the color brown. His favorite food is watermelon. He does illustrations for Jimins journalism projects (which, in your opinion, are exceptional from the photos he showed you during the movie while the others were engulfed in the film). He wishes to pursue traveling journalism, where he draws what he sees rather than taking pictures. His whole aura is warm… like a heated blanket that envelopes you whole when you feel him shift beside you on the sofa. A small reminder that he’s still there.

Okay, you’re liking his presence way too much.

He finds romance movies corny but a guilty pleasure nonetheless. This, the reason why he agreed to watch Moulin Rouge despite the cheesiness in the beginning. In the end, it was anything but cheesy.

"Well, that was stupid." Jungkook scoffs, slamming the remote onto the neighboring loveseats' armrest. The once loud room filled with music is now quiet from the after-effects of the movie.

“I told you it was sad!” Jimin exclaims. The two of you had seen this movie before in theatres… and this was nothing compared to how the ending hit the first time. “Y/N was nearly choking. She was crying so hard when we saw it.”

An immediate blush rises onto your cheeks as you shake your head in defiance, trying to hide the tears that had been stinging your eyes for the last thirty minutes. “Who wouldn’t cry at that??”

“Taehyung probably didn’t. He never cries.” Hoseok deadpans. Ha. You can’t help but remember the tear that ran down his face in the cafe… He never cries?

With a quick look over your shoulder, you find that Taehyung is no longer seated on the couch. When did he get up? You attempt to shrug off your curiosity, pivoting back towards the chip table where only sad little crumbs remain. You were worrying way too much over a man you quite literally just met tonight… even if it felt like you’ve known him for much longer.

Taehyung eventually reappeared, stating that he had to use the bathroom— you ignored the fact that it took him a solid 30 minutes to get back to the party. It wasn’t your place to ask any questions, especially since he lifted a smile onto his face the second he reentered the room. See, y/n… nothing to worry about.

It wasn’t long before you insisted you head home, knowing that you’d curse yourself in the morning if you stayed out past the sunrise. If you did, you’d sleep through tomorrow, and that would be awful. You’ve done this a few times… and every time, you felt like you had wasted an entire year of your life.

You move to grab your purse and jacket, which are hanging comfortably on the hook beside the front door. With a small smile, you bid everyone goodnight— smiling as they resume a card game around the table at one o’clock in the morning. It’s nice to know that the group of you hit it off… now; you can look forward to plenty of get-togethers in the future.

Your mind is bustling with all kinds of ideas: picnics in central park, late-night broadway shows, hangouts at the caf-

“Y/n!” The soft calling of Taehyung's voice causes you to halt near the exit, turning on your heel to see him jogging towards you. He had haphazardly thrown his jacket over him since it’s still being tugged onto his body as he runs. His hair becomes even more chaotic in his haste… Why do you want to run your hands through it?

“Hey!” You squeak, interrupting your thoughts before they trudged down a guilty road. “What are you doing? Weren’t you going to play another round?”

He gives you a smirk, catching his breath as he holds out your house keys. “You forgot these! You were really moving fast… sick of us already?”

“Wh— oh my god, thank you!” With a quick swipe of your hand, you’re stuffing your keys into your pocket with a grateful smile. “Also, hardly.”

You admire the way his eyes light up at your confession. “Well.. since you don’t want to leave us so quickly.. how about I walk you home?” He seems almost hesitant asking, but you can’t help but applaud him for actually taking the initiative to inquire.

You shake your head, pulling the strap of your purse farther up your shoulder. “You don’t have t-“

“I want to!” He cuts you off quickly, catching you by surprise as he moves past you to open the door. He glances back, taking in your reluctant expression, “It’s not safe this time of night Y/n… You shouldn’t be alone.“

You know he didn't mean anything by that statement… But the idea of someone genuinely caring and not wanting you to be alone makes your heart swell. Jimin cares about your safety of course, but this feels… Different.

This is the reason why you allow him to walk you home.

The snow crunches beneath your feet, like a symphony that beckons you home. You’ve been feeling exhaustion seeping into your bones for the last ten minutes, but Taehyung's occasional brush of his arm as he walks beside you keeps you wide awake. He doesn’t think to apologize for accidentally touching you, but you blame it on the time of night. Delusion.

“How long have you lived in New York?” You question, wrapping your coat tighter around you to kick out the nipping air.

“About a year now,” He responds, shuffling his feet, “though it feels like way longer. You?”

“Three years.”

Taehyung turns his head towards you, eyes wide. “Wow, way to one up me.” With a teasing smile he continues, “You must know this city like the back of your hand.”

The truth is… you don’t. You came here for the sole purpose of making it on Broadway... you never really took the time to focus on anything else. Part of you wishes you had learned more, craved more, wanted more with your life—then you wouldn’t be so miserable when the one thing you do want doesn’t work out. “Yeah… kind of.”

If he hears the somber tone of your voice, he ignores it, turning against the wind as he walks backwards down the sidewalk. “It’s overrated in my opinion.”

You raise your head at this, “Why is that?”

“Everyone here has dreams… and those dreams get crushed more often than not.” He shrugs, “No one cares if you want to succeed, only if you already have.”

You stare at him for a moment, awestruck by the weight of his words. “But,” he adds, turning back towards the wind, “the ones who never give up and continue to chase that dream can become successful. Despite all of the no’s they might face, they always hold on till they hear a yes. That sounds like true success to me.”

Turning your head, you stare at the side of his face— admiring the way his hair tosses back a bit against the harsh winter winds. His words hit you way deeper than he probably realized, sinking into your chest with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. You’ve been contemplating recently on whether or not to give up on your dream… that maybe it just wasn’t going to work out for you. You have been trying for so long, and have repeatedly been let down. There was no way Taehyung could have known, which is why his words hit you as hard as they did. Despite the hardships, you’ve been here for three years and you’ve never given up or stopped trying to chase your dream.

That was an achievement, right?

“To be honest… I've heard a lot of no’s in my three years of being here.” You speak softly, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “Sometimes it feels like there will never be a yes… but here I am. At least I'm still working— at a coffee shop, not on the stage.”

“It’s admirable that you keep going.” Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder. “It makes you different from a lot of people who have left the city when they faced failure. It’s something to be proud of. Plus, coffee shop or big stage, you’re in New York City and pursuing your gift. It’s special.”

When your eyes meet, you smile at him, feeling a sense of victory the longer you hold his gaze.

“Don’t give up, Y/n. No matter what.” He speaks genuinely, leaning towards you to nudge you gently on your shoulder. You can’t help but laugh at his playfulness, giving him a nudge in return before your eyes downcast to your winter boots. The snow on the ground is fresh, powdery and sticking to the toes of your shoes. “Plus,” He adds, sucking in the chilly air, “you've got what others don’t have…”

This time when you meet his eye he has a serious expression, making sure he has your full attention as you round the corner towards your apartment building. His gaze is genuine, captivating… and a part of you hopes that the close proximity of your apartment wouldn’t cut this moment short. Finally, he speaks.

“You have passion.”

Taehyung's words weigh on you for the rest of your night. It started off as something simple, looking up audition songs for an upcoming off-broadway show your agent was telling you about. Then, you went to learning it. After that, putting on makeup. And finally, completely forgetting about your sleep schedule and filming an entire audition tape in your room at 2 in the morning (and you were belting… your poor neighbors). It wasn’t until four that you finally turned in for the night, not bothering to take off your makeup or get changed-- simply falling onto your pillow and blacking out the moment you hit it. You were definitely sleeping the next day away… but at that moment, you didn’t mind. Having a day off from your busy schedule wouldn’t be so bad.

“I sent in an audition tape two nights ago.” You speak confidently, wiping down the back counter that’s littered with coffee grounds. They stick to the rag like glue, tiny dots scattered along its white surface. If it weren’t for your apron,

and your expertly rolled up white turtleneck sweater, you would look alot like this rag right now.

“Did you?” Jimin questions from the bar, sleeving the cup before placing it on the handoff counter.

“Christopher! Medium cappuccino!” He calls, multitasking while he cranes his neck to still hear you.

“I did. I feel really good about this one..” You add, meeting him beside the bar as he lifts the pitcher up and down to create the latte-art of a flower in the center of the mug. You have tried sooooo many times to make latte art… and every time it ended up looking like a glob. A big, distorted snowball. Jimin was the master of latte art, always finishing it off beautifully with a whip of his wrist. The foam atop telling a story. “It was so late-- I was totally out of it… and yet I actually enjoyed myself while filming it. I just imagined being there.. In center stage.”

“I’m happy for you, Y/n!” He smiles, turning to place the hot mug next to the cappuccino.

“Caleb! Medium caramel latte!”

He was only half listening to you. The cafe was bustling, so it truly wasn’t Jimin's fault that he was sidetracked— but nothing could hold back the small smile that played at the edge of your lips. You had actually enjoyed singing for the first time in a while.. all because of Taehyung's Academy Award winning pep talk. Who knew that all you needed was for someone to tell you like it is. With a minuscule smile, you turn back towards the counter and lift the latte you’d whipped up this morning to your lips. Your distorted snowball is fully on display at the top.

Despite the busyness, the front register is deserted, giving you time to think for a moment about the pep talk... or rather, the person who gave you it.

“I think Taehyung likes you.” Jimin deadpans.

Uhhh… You nearly spit out your snowball at that— clearing your throat as you set it down slowly onto the wooden countertop. He speaks as if this is a natural conversation starter… it’s not.

“I’m sorry?” You croak.

“Taehyung.” He repeats, turning his head in your direction with a knowing smirk. “I think he likes you.”

You give him a scoff of disbelief, watching as yet another group of regulars enter through the door. “That’s not true, he just doesn’t know me… so he made an effort to talk to me.” If you weren’t studying the group, you would've seen Jimin giving you a scrutinized look.

So, now you have his attention.

“Y/n. It’s so obvious… He spent the entire night talking to you, he left moments after you did to give you your keys and he never came back. If that isn’t someone who’s interested, I don’t know what is.” Jimin is an expert at multitasking, finishing off two drinks at the same time and calling them out.

“Well, Jimin, when people don’t know each other, they get to know each other. It’s this thing called talking and becoming friends.” The sentence hangs in the air as the doorbell chimes, signaling that yet another customer has entered the cafe and into the swarm of regulars, but the two of you disregard the sound and continue on through your bickering.

“I’m just saying, Taehyung doesn’t usually talk to girls.” Jimin adds, wiping his hands off on the white rag seated beneath his espresso machine. “Even if they wanted his attention, he didn’t give it to them. I mean— he’s nice to girls, don’t get me wrong.. but he’s never talked to them like he did with you on game night. I don’t think he’s dated anyone since he got here.”

“He’s career driven.” You say quickly.

If you thought his smirk couldn’t get any wider, you were wrong. “Yeah, girls don’t know that about him— meaning he told you, and not other girls.” Jimin deadpans.

You stare blankly at him. There’s no way. No way that a guy as attractive as Taehyung would even think about looking at you like that. There’s just no way. You’ve never had a boyfriend... or even a guy friend, until Jimin. Eventually, you’d accepted the fact that maybe you just weren’t that interesting. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Maybe you couldn’t flirt…. okay, you definitely couldn’t flirt— but that’s besides the point.

“He’s not interested in me.” You conclude.

“He is.” Jimin counters.

“He’s not.”

“He so is.”

“He’s so not.”

“Y/n. I swear to you. He’s interested and you need to shoot your shot.” He whisper-screams, throwing the rag in his hand onto the bar.

“Taehyung is not-“

A clearing of someone’s throat from beyond the register cuts your argument short, nearly making you lose your balance when you see who the source was.

You’re fairly certain you’ve turned pale.

Taehyung stands in front of you, eyeing between the two of you with an awkward expression. God, how long has he been standing there? “I figured I should step in before the two of you start fist fighting.”

“Hey!” The shrill of your voice causes you to wince.

“Hey.” He says with a smile, folding his arms in front of him and raising his eyes to the menu above your head. You can’t help the glare you send towards Jimin, who's notably holding back his laughter as he moves to the blender, the station farthest from the register. Ridiculous.

“What can we get for you?” You ask routinely, trying not to make it obvious that you were just talking about him… and praying that he wasn’t there to hear what the two of you were talking about.

“Hmm…” He looks especially good today, wearing a brown, long coat and a brown plaid scarf around his neck. He wasn’t kidding when he said his favorite color was brown, that’s for sure. It suits him. His hair is wavy, flowing to a point just under his eyebrows with a split off center, giving you the tiniest glimpse of his forehead. “How about an americano with hazelnut, and some cream?”

“We can do that for ya!” You have to force yourself to stop looking at him, pressing the buttons to ring up his order before you forget. You nearly overlook ringing up the hazelnut syrup. Why were you so dazed? He’s already placed his credit card into the chip reader, but your foggy brain asks anyway. “Anything else?”

“Yes, actually.” He speaks as you move towards the bar beside the register. Grabbing an empty pitcher, you pour the milk inside and reach for the steamer. He drops a dollar into the tip jar, not giving you enough time to thank him for the unnecessary effort before he speaks again. “Are you free later?”

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