#I don't even know what to call this style

[chuluoyi]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

- zayne x reader

husband and wife, at the pinnacle of their love. on a night filled with wonders, you will know that he sees only you and everything that you are

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—fluff, explicit smut: slightly rough & drunken sex, fingering, missionary. you and zayne have a daughter (her name is meirin!)

note: god what have i written... the anniversary banner pv made me do it T^T anyhow, this is also a direct prequel to the upcoming angst fic in the name of love :))

“Whoa, so that’s Dr. Zayne and his wife...”

Soft whispers rippled through the crowd the moment you and your husband stepped into the pristine ballroom, all eyes subtly drawn to your arrival.

Tonight, you were accompanying Zayne to Akso Hospital’s anniversary dinner party. His sharp gaze and immaculate three-piece suit made a striking impression. Naturally, you matched his sophistication in every way—your flowing black dress accentuated your figure, while your hair styled into an elegant updo.

A sight for sore eyes, that was what the two of you were.

“Mind your step,” he murmured softly, his voice reassuring as the two of you gracefully ascended the stairs. His left arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice the envious gazes of the ladies fixed on you.

“How does such a perfect couple even exist?”

“She’s so pretty… Of course, Dr. Zayne only wants the best.”

“Oh! And I’ve heard they already have a daughter too!”

A smile curled on your lips, a subtle boost of confidence washing over you as their murmurs reached your ears. You felt giddy too—on most days, you were a hunter in a life-and-death situations, rough and rugged. But tonight, draped in elegance and arm-in-arm with Zayne, you felt like a princess.

“Don’t smile that wide...” he suddenly whispered to your ears, a twinkle in his hazel eyes. “You’ll look like Meirin when she’s munching on her cookies.”

You shot him a frown. “Wha?”

“All those praises are going straight to your head.” Even in a prestigious event like this, Zayne couldn’t resist teasing you. “Sooner or later, it’ll get too big for me to handle.”

Fixing him with an unimpressed glare, you deadpanned, “Shush, you!”

When you reached the main hall, the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, blending with the elegant music playing in the background. The hospital director, an elderly man with a warm smile, greeted you both along with his wife.

"Zayne, thank you for coming," he said, shaking your husband's hand and giving him a light pat on the shoulder. His gaze then turned to you. "Ah, this must be the stellar hunter wife of Dr. Zayne. You look absolutely radiant, madam."

"Ah, please don't call me that..." You mustered your most polished facade, supplying a soft, graceful laugh.

The director's wife grinned and added, "Why didn’t you bring your daughter here? Everyone’s looking forward to finally meet her already."

"She's a handful," Zayne immediately replied with a smile, his tone warm and affectionate. "And she gets fussy when her bedtime nears, so we decided to leave her with my in-laws tonight."

The director let out a hearty guffaw. "No matter how fussy she is, she must be really adorable with a mother this beautiful, eh?"

Throughout the night, it was a compliment you frequently heard. While you were flattered, a thought lingered in the back of your mind—what were your husband's true thoughts about all this attention to you?

Zayne was keenly aware of how captivating you were.

There was a surge of pride whenever he had you on his arm. Just like any man out there, he too wanted to show his hot wife off and flaunt her so everyone could see, as if saying: This is my woman.

But he too knew that it was in a human's nature to covet what they didn't have. And it was rightly proven when he stepped away for just a moment, only to return and find you engaged in conversation with a man.

The hospital director's son, no less.

"Miss, I've heard you're part of the Hunter Association?" he asked you inquisitively. "What a noble profession it is! Keeping all of us here safe on daily basis."

You responded demurely, "And those in Akso do the same, don’t they?"

Your conversation was harmless, and Zayne was a rational man, so he didn’t feel the need to intervene. He just made sure his gaze was on you every so often.

But when the director’s son began persistently offering you drinks, filling your glass time after time, Zayne's patience began to wear thin. The sight of the man’s insistence grated on him, stirring a possessive unease he couldn’t entirely ignore.

. . .

You could’ve sworn your vision swam a little after the third glass of alcohol. The warm buzz coursing through you also made everything seem a little brighter, and left you feeling just slightly off-balance.

"Miss, the white wine here is the best—" the man standing before you declared with a convincing grin, swirling the bottle in front of you. "Don't you want to try some?"

"Ah, no, sir..." you replied with a polite laugh, raising a hand in subtle refusal. "I've already had whiskey and gin just now—"

"Just a little! You really have to try it!"

You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck as the alcohol already coursing through your system made your cheeks flush. You didn’t even like alcohol much and only drank socially, but this was the very son of your husband's boss. Refusing outright seemed rude—

“Can you kindly not make her drink too much?”

Or so you thought, until your knight in three-piece suit suddenly stepped in and saved you from your plight.

Zayne’s tone was gentle yet firm, his words striking an authoritative balance. He flashed a placating smile. “My wife doesn’t have a very high tolerance.” Swiftly, he grabbed the glass from your hand and, without missing a beat, downed its contents in one go.

“If you’re looking for a drinking partner, let it be me instead.”

You knew better than anyone that your husband didn’t have a particularly high tolerance for alcohol either. Yet, for the next 30 minutes, you watched, equal parts impressed and concerned, as he matched the man drink for drink, deflecting further offers directed your way with a subtle, protective grace. Though Zayne’s words remained measured, you could see the flush creeping up his neck.

And soon, you’d witness just how far his limits had been pushed.

“Zayne! Are you alright?”

Worry laced your voice as you placed both hands on Zayne's cheeks, your brow furrowing in concern. Somehow or another you managed to drag your husband away and led him to the hotel room.

The warmth of his skin was unmistakable, and his face contorted in discomfort as the vertigo hit him full force. “Oh no, what have you done? Why did you even drink that much!?”

“I’m fine,” Zayne grumbled, his voice thick.

“You’re drunk!” You couldn't help but scold him as you started pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, trying to help him breathe easier. “You can’t even handle alcohol properly, and yet you’re trying to keep up with him...”

To Zayne, your voice somehow felt comforting. His mind was hazed, but your touch—your hand against his neck—felt like a cool splash of clarity.

His pretty wife... The dizziness was making it hard to stay upright, but the sight of you grounded him, and he instinctively leaned into you—

“Zayne—!”

You barely managed to catch his weight, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. He was so warm against you, his breath uneven, not to mention the slight tremor in his body. "Are you alright?!" you asked in a flurry. "Oh, let me get you some water—"

"You talk too much..." Zayne murmured, his words slurred as everything around him swayed.

Gripping your shoulder to steady himself, his unfocused gaze lingered on you, drawn to the curve of your lips, the delicate line of your neck, and the outline of your cleavage.

How can he have a wife this ravishing and do nothing?

And suddenly, he was sober. Very sober.

Or maybe not. It was simply just him finally giving in to his desires.

In one go, he seized your wrist, yanking you against him with sudden force— and with a quick tilt of your startled, precious face, he devoured your lips in heat.

"—!" It was like a spark igniting, burning through every thought. His mouth was urgent, demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to feel the rush of your closeness. His kiss was intoxicating—almost overwhelming—as he tangled his fingers in your hair, tilting your head to gain better access.

Zayne's hands moved to your back, pulling you into him, so close that the heat of his body pressed against yours. Then those sinful hands wandered to your hips, guiding you toward the desk. With reckless urgency, he swept everything off the surface, sending objects crashing to the floor with a sharp clang and made you sit on it.

"Ah, Zayne, you—!" You accidentally pushed him back, and he growled the moment your lips parted.

"Are you trying... to escape?" His gaze turned dark with lust, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. "Why? Isn't this exactly how you wanted me to be...?"

In that moment, you gulped as your heart thundered in your chest. What was even happening now? How did it escalate into this?

You stuttered, eyes widened, "Z-Zayne..."

But your husband had shed all traces of his usual composed self. In the haze of his muddled thoughts, he was driven purely by need. He swiftly removed his glasses, tossing them aside without a second thought, and this time—

His lips went straight for your neck, which, unbeknownst to you, had looked so enticing to him all evening.

"Hahh..." His breathy grunts were hot against your skin and his touch no longer gentle but firm and possessive. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and desperation, and you struggled to contain the moans as his hands slipped inside your dress, and his fingers—

A shiver ran down your spine when he spread your legs, and you couldn’t help the titillating gasp that escaped when inserted his two of his fingers in you all at once, edging you.

"Ungh, ngh! Hah—" Your body jerked and you clung to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Zayne wasn't usually this brash, but tonight it was as if a screw had come loose.

"Louder," he commanded in your ear, and your heart pounded at his authoritative voice. He pushed his digits deeper as if punishing you, that you yelped. "Do not hold back."

He lifted you by your waist, effortlessly pressing you against the small table by the window. You were on the 20th floor, the world below far out of sight, but the thought that anyone might catch a glimpse was somehow... thrilling.

"I-I'm close—" you stammered, and the moment you did, your husband vigorously moved his fingers inside your squelching folds, "A-ah!"

The room felt smaller, the air thicker. The way your walls took his fingers alone made your thoughts scatter, and when you came undone on him, you latched onto him, your head resting against his chest as your breaths came in shaky, uneven gasps. "Z-Zayne... please..."

He pulled out his fingers, looked at your cum coating them, and brought them to your lips. You, still trembling, sucked the essence off with teary eyes.

Sweaty, disheveled, lips swollen and cheeks flushed... how he had reduced you into this state was gratifying.

Zayne’s gaze darkened, his breath heavy as he stared down at you. "Are you ready to take me now?"

You nodded.

He gave you a small smirk, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw gently. "Good girl."

He lifted you over to the bed, and you gasped in surprise as he tossed you onto the soft sheets, the motion quick but not unkind. You barely had time to react before his intense gaze locked onto yours, his presence domineering above you.

“Spread your legs.”

Was this man really your husband? Sometimes, you still struggled to reconcile the tender part of him and the man consumed by a unrestrained intensity before you now.

By now you had swallowed all shame and did so. You wanted to look away, but then unable to when the sight before you caught your breath—

All the while, he had his eyes on you. Zayne pulled at his tie with deliberate intent, then he shed his suit pieces, casting them to the floor with a casual abandon, before undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare chest altogether.

Your husband looks so hot. The way he gazed at you throughout it all too...

He glanced at the space between your legs. “Wider.”

You complied, letting your face burn impossibly hotter, anticipating him.

He eased in slowly, starting with just the tip. You whimpered at the intrusion.

"Hurts?" he questioned with a frown.

"No," you refuted quickly, desire too burning in your gaze as you met his eyes. "I can take more."

You arched your back as Zayne sank deeper, his full length filling you. A moan tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched in response, and he pushed himself completely inside you.

"Hah..." You inhaled sharply, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his entire length, and seeing you like that, your husband cradled the side of your face with his palm.

"So beautiful..." Zayne whispered, his glazed gray-hazel eyes fixed on your spent face. His other hand clasped yours, pinning it beside your head. "My wife... is so incredibly beautiful."

It was heart-fluttering to know that your husband found you pretty. Everyone might compliment you the same way, but his were the only one that truly mattered. After seven years of marriage, your heart still skipped a beat every time he held your gaze like this.

Without warning, Zayne started to move his hips. Your moans got louder and unabashed as his movements were slow at first, before he picked up the pace and thrusted in and out of you with fervor.

"Ahhh!" You threw your head back as his thick cock messily dragged itself against your walls. In, out, in out— Stars began to blur your vision, your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached for him.

You could see that excited glint in his eyes, the lust exploding at the sight of you. He watched you intently, savoring the way unbound desire twisted your face, each mewl you made filling the air. Your thoughts turned into puzzle pieces—

Thrust. So full, you are.

Thrust. What if... this time— you become pregnant again?

Thrust. That would be... nice. You can call it “New Years’ baby.”

Everything was incoherent. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, each hit to that one spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, pushing you to the brink of tears and screams.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached his climax first. His cum shot through, filling your womb to the brim in spurts after spurts, and you cried, trembling beneath him. Your release followed suit though, and you went limp in the aftermath.

Zayne collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, his name still falling off your lips as a whisper in his ear, a gentle song laced within moans. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, panting heavily against you.

“I love you.”

The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a tangled web of desire.

The first thing he heard was your whimper.

With a groan, Zayne cracked his eyes open the morning after, instantly recognizing the dull ache in his head—it was a hangover. But before he could press his hands to his temples, his gaze fell on you, curled up in a blanket next to him.

And the whimper came again, and it tugged at something deep inside him.

“What’s... wrong?” he asked in a groggy voice, turning toward you, his hand instinctively reaching for you despite the pounding headache. “Are you alright...?”

You blinked up at him, a flicker of resentment in your gaze, and Zayne gathered you into his arms. The events of last night came back to him in fragments, and realization dawned on him.

“Are you... sore?” he murmured, concern edging his tone.

“I hate you,” you retorted in a scratchy voice, mushing your head in his shoulder. Zayne widened in slight surprise, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Is that it...? I’m sorry...”

He gently patted your head and back, trying to soothe you. The sight of you—vulnerable and distressed—made his heart tighten with a pang of guilt. Just how rough had he been with you last night?

“There, there, it’ll pass...” he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s normal... because we went longer and more vigorous than usual... Probably just mild irritation in your—”

“Don’t pull medical facts on me,” you muttered sullenly, weakly punching his chest. A smile made its way to his face at your mini attack.

“But it’s true though?”

How endearing. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest, his heart softening at the sight of you, even in your grumpy state.

And in that moment, Zayne thought, nothing could've possibly ever shatter his world ever again.

[acid-ixx]

I feel like they are the type of mf to stalk you in game bruh.

Like imagine Tim playing dress to impress just to vote you a 5 star no matter if your fits are trash lol. (Hell all of them might do it)

Or maybe your playing some sort of RPG game, and you said to your in game friends about how you wanted a skin and BOOM you immediately got it first try when you gacha lol. (Tim)

— masterlist !

as much as i love writing yandere angst, i always border on the softer spectrum of it, so when it comes to interpreting your life post-kidnapping: i'll say that the family is a bit more lenient (as if it's enough to make you feel a semblance of freedom) to you when it comes to pastimes like gaming as long as you're always being monitored, especially in online games...

that translates to you being stalked at every opportunity every time you use your bugged phone...

they're always breathing down your neck, so you think you have privacy even when playing alone? when heaven forbid the surrounding cameras all over your room, all set-up by tim and his invasive ass, just so he could have constant surveillance over every movement or hobby of yours?

there's eyes on you all the time, but you'd never expect that it's to the point that they'll join all the games you play if it means spending some "bonding" time with you whenever you push them away from physically being in the same room as you.

so if it means playing lousy obbies in roblox, or even "girly" games like dress to impress, for hours, then they'll join you without moment's hesitation. you'll be shocked at just how well tim and damian style their clothes, but nobody's beating steph and cass at their game. and despite you feeling down in the dumps at the times you feel inferior towards them and their expertise, or just how well each of them communicating with each other, and you, feeling out of place everytime.

it's an undeniable fact that it's you always winning and ranking first place.

they'll always lower themselves, or won't even try so you'd always be in the spotlight even if you ask them to play fairly.

oh, by the way, never ask any one of them to duo with you. they automatically see it as you crowning one of them as your favorite— you don't want to see another fight ensue just because you voted one of their fits better than the other.

you could be shit at the obbies, constantly missing your jumps and close to snapping your device in half— then suddenly you have the game passes to skip certain levels. suddenly, you have an entire cheer team waiting with baited breaths every time you finish a jump, only to cheer and celebrate once you finish a particularly hard level.

oh, you're in a shitty dress to impress server with unfair voting? don't worry, barbara's faster behind the scenes, finding pro servers for you to join in. the entire family's already at your beck and call (even if you've never asked them in the first place) every time you mouth a complaint, each statement of yours taken more seriously than the missions they have every night as vigilantes.

and once bruce catches the news that you want robux just to buy the VIP and custom makeup game pass for dress to impress, or literally any games? god, he's like your mr. salt to you, his sweet veruca, willing to buy the entire game, hell, even the gaming companies you play on.

just, you know, if you don't want them showing their affection directly, then they'll do so by servicing you through the games you play.

any game currency is immediately bought by bruce, all transferred to your account, no matter how expensive it is because he sees it's what makes you happy, watching you burn off all the money on your avatar's design, or certain gacha characters you're fond of, with your eyes staring at the screen in awe with no worries about becoming broke.

it just makes him want to... hold you like you're a little kid spoiled by their father who loves them so much, who should've loved them from the start.

your siblings have an unspoken competition on who could grind on your account the most while you're afk, just so they could see your meek smile plastered on your adorable face seeing that you have the proper resources on your inventory.

you know, it makes them feel useful to you. it makes dick feel like the dependable older brother who's the first one you approach whenever you need him to play for you whilst you go to the bathroom. tim even learns every game mechanic in parkour games so he could assist you during the moments you struggle.

as cute as you are on his computer screen in one of the cameras surveying your room, pouting as you look at the screen at another failed level, tim wants to be as every bit your favorite, the guy you see as the geeky nerd in the family so he'll be the only one you approach to help you out (you don't even have to ask him, his eyes are always on you).

jason's good at point and shoot games, he gives you oddly realistic tips too so you could aim right at players and eventually secure your spot. it makes him huff with joy whenever you win competitive games 'cause you always jump and cheer, forgetting the boundaries you've set with personal space, just to thank him with a hug and your rare grins that feeds the greedy parts of him only wanting to see your smile all for himself.

so, really, everything's fine with them, as long as it doesn't disrupt your quality time with your family in real time and you don't hurt yourself over losing that they're happy you're enjoying. as long as you're not pushing them away and not-so eagerly accepting their online presence, then maybe you could find an actual routine to enjoy every time you open your phone to play a game.

maybe you'll learn to smile or laugh with them too when you're all in the same room playing together.

maybe, just maybe.

[jiniretracha]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟎 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

Pairing: Lee Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, slight smut (piv!)

Summary: Felix Lee makes a bet with his co-workers in which he had to make a woman fall in love with him within 10 days, but he picks the wrong woman, who's working on an article for the magazine she works for called 'How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days' and she had chosen him as his prey. Based on one of my comfort movies: How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003).

Word Count: a whooping amount of 13.2k

PS: this is an old fic of mine from my old ao3 account (that i don't use anymore lol), i rewrote it with Lix instead. You can check it out here. Also, i proofread this but i don't trust myself that much so, if you see any mistake, feel free to let me know pls.

MASTERLIST // my Ko-Fi

Day 1

“I’m going back to bed, I have no reason to live”

“Oh Karina! Come on. Get up, I’m not gonna let you lose your job over a stupid guy” you said.

Karina laid in bed, tears both fresh and dried on her cheeks, heartbroken over a guy she met, fell in love with and then told her he didn’t want anything serious. 

“Oh, oh Y/N” Karina said, hugging you. 

“You only dated the guy for a week” You reminded her in a whisper. 

“It was the best week of my life, Y/N. He was perfect” she sniffled. 

You sighed and pulled away from the hug. “Come on. I’m sure Seulgi yelling at us because we didn’t write the article like she wanted us to will bring you back to reality and will make you forget about the douche you dated” you said with a smile, making her chuckle.

You helped her get dressed and then got in a taxi to the Composure offices, where you, Karina and your other best friend, Ryujin worked. Composure was a ‘girly or gay’ magazine, as everyone liked to call it, created by Kang Seulgi, where you could find either the latest trend in fashion, the Kardashians latest fake scandal or how to catch men like Harry Styles. You found all the articles that were written in the magazine a little bit sexist, you studied journalism to become a real one, not a gossip writer for a cheap magazine. But it was a job that gave you a certain status, you couldn’t complain. 

When you arrived at the Composure offices, you opened the door of the cab for Karina, who held a couple of tissues in her hand. She blew her nose and got surprised by Ryujin who was holding a cup holder with 3 newly ordered coffees from Starbucks. “Hey honey” Ryujin winced when she saw Karina state.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it okay?” she smiled through the pain, making you and Ryujin nod. 

You got inside the big building and pressed the button that led to the Composure floor. 

Karina broke down and leaned her head on the elevator wall. “Why? Why does this always happen to me? I get this great guy, and everything’s amazing for a week and a half, and suddenly, it’s over and I’m mystified!” she cried. 

The people inside the elevator were looking at the girl with furrowed eyebrows and you glared at them, making them look the other way.

“Mingyu and I had such a connection” she gushed over him. “Like-like the first time we had sex, it was so beautiful. I even cried” she said.

You pressed your lips together, suddenly very aware of the people inside the elevator. “You mean like, shed a tear, wiped it with a finger. Right?” 

“No, I was very emotional. I even told him that I loved him” she explained, with a shake of her head.

“After how many days?” Ryujin asked sipping on her coffee to hide her grimace.

“Five” she said and then looked the other way. “Two”

You and Ryujin sighed loudly.

“But… I just felt like he needed to know” she said. 

“Well, what did he say?” you asked.

Karina sighed. “He didn’t have to say anything. I knew he felt the same as me” she smiled and then she frowned. “But then he started getting really busy… I didn’t know where he was at times. I kept calling him, calling him and calling but he was never home!”

“You kept calling him?” You asked, wincing.

“Well he wasn’t answering” she defended herself. “Plus he didn’t know it was him, my number was blocked”

“Oh sweetie” Ryujin said. “I’m sure he thought it was one of his friends”

The elevator dinged and you got out, Ryujin and Karina following behind. 

“Rina, honey. You do realize you were way too pretty for him? I mean, you were like Kaia Gerber when she was dating Pete Davidson!” you explained. “You need to be in a relationship like Megan Fox and Machine Gun Kelly, you can’t decide which one is hotter” 

Karina huffed. “Maybe but… for me, he was really handsome. And cute. Ugh, he was perfect” she said and a few tears slipped from her cheek.

“No, wait. Don’t cry honey. What Y/N and I want to say is that you need to realize that if this guy didn’t like you for who you were, then screw him” Ryujin explained. 

“Yeah, but I know why he dumped me. I’m too fat” 

“You’re not fat!” both you and Ryujin said.

As you climbed up the stairs to get to your respective offices you sighed. “Okay, Rina, look. Even if the most beautiful girl in the world acted the way you did, a normal guy would still be running in the other direction” you said, as your friends followed behind you. 

“No guy would be running away from you, Y/N” Karina said. “I mean, you could barf all over him and he’d say, “Thank you, can you please do it again?”” she said, making you laugh.

“Okay, that is absolutely disgusting and totally not true!” you laughed at her metaphor. “Cause if I did the things you did, I’d get dumped too. Anyways, enough with this Mingyu bullshit. I got two tickets for the Knicks game for tomorrow that Ryujin got from his cousin, and since you’re the only one available, you could join me, maybe?”

“Nah thanks, I’d like to sit in my misery for a couple more days” Karina sighed. 

The three of you got inside Seulgi’s office along with other co-workers. 

“Alrighty, family. What do we got for the next issue?” Seulgi asked.

Ryujin raised her hand. “As you asked, I got the latest The Bachelor drama covered, and I also answered a few of the questions users asked us on the website”

Seulgi nodded. “Great work, Ryujin. What about How-To with Y/N?”

You smiled. “I worked on something different and completely new for the issue. It’s uh… a political piece--”

“--Y/N. You work for Composure magazine. Not Forbes” Seulgi said sternly. “We are fashion, drama, gossip, cosmetic surgeries, you name it. That’s what Composure is about”

“Yeah, I know but--”

“Y/N, you writing in the column is new for you, I get it. But you’re working for me , and until I decide when you are going to write whatever you want, you write whatever I want. Okay?”

“Yeah” you nodded, looking at your skirt, not wanting to look Seulgi in the eyes. 

“Karina, what do you got?” Seulgi sighed.

She lifted her head and paled. “I…Uh… sorry, Seulgi. I wasn’t feeling very well” Karina said.

“She got dumped” Ryujin quickly filled in, earning a glare from Karina. 

“Oh, no… Karina. It must be feeling hellish for you these past few days, but I must say you’re looking gorgeous” Seulgi complimented. “Doesn’t she?” she asked and everyone nodded, complimenting her. 

Karina sighed. “I haven’t been eating since the split”

“Good for you! Write about it” Seulgi said. Ryujin and you looked at each other and grimaced. 

“I can’t use my personal life as a story” she said, her voice small.

Seulgi smiled. “I understand completely. Who will use Karina’s story for their article?” she asked suddenly. 

“No, no, no. Wait, Seulgi. With all due respect no one has business here using my story for an article in a magazine, I’m sorry but--”

“I’ll do it” you said suddenly, an idea clicking in your mind. 

“What?” Karina looked at you. 

“I-I’ll sort of do it. You’ll be my inspiration” you said. “Like, look at Karina. She’s a great girl, right?” you asked, and Seulgi nodded with a curt yes and nodded for you to continue. “An amazing woman. But… she has a problem hanging onto relationships. No offense. And probably, doesn't know what she’s doing wrong, like it could happen to our readers. So, my idea was that I could start dating this guy and then drive him away but only using these common mistakes like girls like Rina or our readers commit all the time. I’ll even… keep a diary of it and it will be sort of a dating how-to in reverse”

Karina smiled at you and Seulgi clapped her hands together. “What not to do. Brilliant!” 

“Yeah”

“How to lose a guy in 10 days” Seulgi said. “Loved it, go. Now Sunoo, what’s the shoe story you wanted--”

“I’m sorry, Seulgi. Ten days? Why ten days?” you asked.

Her eyebrows arched. “Well, I figured 5 days is too short and we go to press in 11, so…” she said. 

Karina and Ryujin gave you thumbs up, making you smile at them, but innerly wondering how the hell would you manage to do this in only ten days.

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Felix Lee arrived at his office, parking his motorbike and taking off his helmet. As always, earning smiles and flirtatious looks from the ladies in the streets, but he loved the attention. 

Working as a publicity chief had its perks. You could share an office with your best friends and have an assistant that brings you lunch or whatever you want, but it also had its drawbacks like having a boss who’s riding your ass. That was Felix’s case. 

Felix got inside the building and into his office. “What’s up, Hyunjinnie?” he said.

Hyunjin looked up from his computer and smirked. “Oh, hey, Lix”

Jisung, his other best friend, got inside with a worried look. “Did you hear?”

“Hear what? About the Knicks game tomorrow? I did, and it’s pretty terrible, cause I didn’t get the tickets--”

Jisung sighed. “Not about the Knicks game. De Lauer diamonds is looking for a new ad agency and Mr. Park wants to move it aggressively”

“Yes!” Felix smiled. “Yes! This is a good day. Guys, did you know that diamonds are as common as taxis on Fifth Avenue?” he asked while taking his shirt off, and grabbing his dress shirt from the desk. The women in the office every day went crazy whenever he came in with a normal, regular shirt and changed it for a formal one. “The value is entirely sentimental… but we do have game in what we do the best. Advertising. So, my point is--” he said while buttoning his shirt up. “De Lauer owns the diamond market, meaning, if I represent them, I basically own everyone’s ass in the industry” he smiled.

Hyunjin sighed. “That’s the thing, Mr. Park already gave it to the Chaeyoung’s”

Felix’s eyes narrowed. Son Chaeyoung and Park Chaeyoung were his number 1 competitors inside the publicity business. “No way!”

“Yeah, it kind of makes sense when you have a pair of hot leggy chicks and we’re the beer and sneakers division, you know?” Hyunjin said. 

“No way, I’ll have this deal” Felix said.

Jisung and Hyunjin stepped in his way. “No, Mr. Park is on a plane right now, business meeting. He’s having dinner with the Chaeyoung’s tonight”

“Where?”

“At Yu Bar” Jisung said and Hyunjin nodded. 

“That fancy shithole? I’ll crash there and claim what’s ours guys. This will be my pitch, my account, my campaign, my baby. I make the rules now” he smirked. 

“It’s kind of hard when you have a millionaire right above your ass but we get your point bro, we’re with you” Hyunjin said with a shrug. 

“Hell yeah” Jisung smiled. 

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After work, you and the girls prepared yourselves to set a trap for the guy you were going to use for this ‘How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days’. 

You put on your best dress and put the plan in action, heading to Yu Bar, Karina’s parents restaurant. 

“I don’t think this will work, Y/N” Karina said with a frown walking down the street.

“Of course it will work, Rina. Just watch me hook a guy with my charms, like woo him a little that will make him want to see me again and then tomorrow I’ll pull the switch and make him nuts” you explained with ease. 

“Please tell me you’re not gonna burn down his apartment or bite him, are you?” Ryujin asked. 

You laughed at her comment. “No, I’m gonna limit myself to doing everything girls do that make men run off” you shrugged. “That means being clingy, needy--”

“Touchy-feely” Ryujin added and you nodded. “Oh, call him in the middle of the night just to tell him everything you had to eat that day” she smirked devilishly. 

“What’s wrong with that?” Karina asked, making you and Ryujin stop dead in your tracks. “I’m kidding”

You got inside Yu Bar and Karina gave a wink to the man guarding the door, letting him know they had free access to eat. 

“Well, Ryujin and I will grab a couple of drinks, in the meantime, you go search for a man that could easily fall for your trap” Karina said and grabbed Ryujin’s hand, guiding her to the bar. 

You nodded and looked around. Let’s get the plan started, you smirked to yourself. 

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Mr. Park arrived at Yu Bar with the Chaeyoung’s behind him. 

“Hello Felix. What a surprise seeing you here” he said, surprised to see the freckled blonde sitting on the table he exclusively reserved for him and the Chaeyoung’s. 

The girls behind him scowled at the intrusive blonde, and he winked at them.

“Hello, Mr. Park. How’s it going?” he smirked, standing to shake the man’s hand. “Son, Park” he nodded to them. 

“I’m great, but what are you doing here?” he asked with a shake of his head, confused at the situation.

He sat down. “Well, I’m here for the meeting. I know I wasn’t invited but I should’ve. It was my tip De Lauer was shopping for a new firm” he smirked at the girls. 

“Yes, it was. But I was thinking about who suits best within the company” Mr. Park said.

“And that’s me” Felix said confidently. 

“Felix, I know you sell blow pretty well. But these ladies sell luxury faster than anyone” He said.

The blonde sighed, irritated to hear how his boss was complimenting his worst enemies. 

“We’re here to sell diamonds, mostly women. Because let’s face it. Women love diamonds and if we can make them seem appealing to them then boom” the freckled man said. “Selling a diamond to a woman is like making her fall in love. Like talking about head-over-heels in love, his-and-her towels, let’s grow old together, L-O-V-E, love” he explained. The Chaeyoung’s were giving him a strange look. “Look, I love women. I do. I respect them, and listen to them. And that’s why I can sell myself to any woman, anytime, any day, anywhere” he said.

“Make a woman fall in love with diamonds or with you, Felix?” Son Chaeyoung asked. 

Felix was taken aback with the question. “Either way… I’m pretty confident” he said. 

“I’d like to see you prove that” Park Chaeyoung challenged.

“Oh, you would?” 

She laughed. “The agency is co-hosting a party for the De Lauers at the museum. The party is in a week from sunday. Think you can make a woman fall in love with you by then?” Park Chaeyoung asked. 

Felix’s eyes narrowed and smiled a little. “Ten days?”

“Any woman, anytime, anywhere?” Son Chaeyoung chimed in.

“Yeah well, any woman, who’s single, straight and available, yeah” he said. 

Park Chaeyoung smirked. “Then it’s settled. I’ll choose a woman from this bar. Anyone. And then you decide”

Felix turned around with a smirk. “So, who’s the lucky girl?” 

Son Chaeyoung recognized you from the Composure offices as she was friends with both Mr. Park and Kang Seulgi. “Her” she pointed at you with an evil smirk.

Felix turned around and saw you. His heart fluttered a little bit when he saw you throwing your head back in a laugh with a drink in your hands, facing your friend Karina. He smiled and nodded. “Done”

“What?”

“Done. You’re on” he nodded at Son Chaeyoung. “You both are. But here are the stakes” he specified, making Mr. Park’s eyebrows arch. “After I win this bet, the pitch is mine”

“Agreed” Son Chaeyoung said.

“Mr. Park?”

“Agreed” he said. “You come to that party with a girl that’s really in love with you, Felix, and you can make the pitch to the De Lauers.”

The Chaeyoung’s looked at each other and sighed. 

“To the De Lauers” Mr. Park said, raising a toast to the four of them. 

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“Okay guys, this is not going as I thought it would. I charmed my way with two guys in ten minutes. The first one was gay, and the second one was married.” you sighed, dropping your ass on the stool. “Saw the fucking ring on his finger and the wallpaper on his phone”

Ryujin rubbed your arm. “You’ll find him. Don’t worry. Here’s your Manhattan” she said, handing you the drink. 

You noticed that your purse was not with you and you slapped yourself on the forehead. “Shit, I forgot my purse on the other side of the bar. I’ll be right back” you said, hopping off the stool. 

You made your way to where the purse was, and grabbed it. You were about to walk to where your friends were until a blonde, handsome, freckled, and sexy guy was standing right in front of you. Your eyes widened. 

“Hi” he said.

“Hi” you said, looking him up and down, while he did the same. “Y/N Y/L/N” you said and stretched your hand out. 

He smiled and took it. “Felix Lee” 

“Cute”

“Thank you” he said smugly.

You scoffed. “I meant your name” 

“Thank you two times”

“Unattached?” you asked. 

“Currently” he nodded, sipping his drink. 

“Likewise”

“Surprising” he said. 

“Psycho?”

“Rarely” he said and you hummed. “Interested?”

“Perhaps” you played hard to get.

“Hungry?”

“Starved actually” you said, twirling your hair with a finger.

“Leaving” he said confidently.

“Now?”

“Yep”

“Okay” you nodded. “Let me get my stuff then, Felix Lee” 

“I’ll meet you at the door” he said, and walked up to the entrance with a smile on his lips. 

You walked up to Karina and Ryujin and squealed. “Guys, I think I got one” you said.

“But he was married” Karina protested.

You laughed. “No, not him. The cute blonde who’s waiting at the door with the leather jacket” 

Ryujin peeped from just above your head and gasped. “Holy cow. He’s really cute”

“I’m gonna check if he’s a keeper. He promised he wasn’t psycho, though” you said, grabbing your purse. “I’m doing this for you. Bye guys”

You walked through the crowd until you reached Felix, who put a hand on your back and led you outside. You walked up to a car that was right by the entrance, thinking it was his until he grabbed your hand and led you to a motorcycle parked right next to it. 

You scoffed. “I… a bike?” you stammered.

“Yep. Here, I use the black one, and you the goofy-looking white helmet” he said, handing you the helmet with a smile. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “You always pick up girls like this? Cause I’m telling you it is not charming at all” you said, laughing.

“Come on Y/N Y/L/N” he said, and you grabbed the helmet putting it on your head. He then let out a cute giggle and knocked on the helmet with his knuckles softly.  “Beautiful”

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After you grabbed food, you headed to his apartment. He dropped his stuff on the kitchen table and offered to take off his jacket that was clinging to your shoulders. 

“So, I never got to ask you this but uh… what do you exactly do for a living? Cause let me tell you, this is a great apartment” you said, looking around.

“I’m in advertising” he said, putting the coat on the hanger beside the door. “I work mostly with alcoholic beverages and athletic companies, and now our big break is with jewelry companies” he said, turning around to face you.

“Huh. That’s pretty good. I love it”

“You?” he asked, grabbing two beers from the fridge. 

“I work at Composure” you said, grabbing the bottle he offered to you. 

His eyebrows raised at that. “Wow, fastest selling women's magazine in the US, that’s amazing” he smiled at you. “What do you write about? How to save a shopaholic’s life?”

You gasped. “Oh, wow. Calm down, sparky. I got a journalism degree from Columbia, thank you very much. My boss loves me and if I kiss her ass a little more, I will write about whatever the hell I want” you said proudly, sipping on your newly opened beer. 

“Like shoes- Ow” he said, his comment earning a punch. He laughed and rubbed his shoulder.

“No, smarty pants. I want to write about politics. Or… alcoholic beverages and athletic gear” you teased and he laughed. 

Felix smiled. “You’re mean. Do you bite?”

“Sometimes. I can if you want me to, freckles” you said with a glint in your eyes, that made his darken. 

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go to my room?” he asked. “You know, it’s pretty much… comfy there”

You smirked. “Yeah, let me go to the bathroom, real quick”

You walked to the bathroom and locked yourself in there, stifling your laugh. You caught this playboy-like guy who was too cocky for his own good. You dialed Ryujin’s number and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“Are you at his apartment? I can’t believe you, Y/N!” Ryujin squealed.

“Yes, yes. I got him”

“You’re not gonna sleep with him are you?” Karina asked. 

You rolled your eyes. “No, Rina. I have self-control. Unlike other people”

Karina gasped. “That was mean. That hurt”

Meanwhile, Felix lit some candles and put them in his room, smirking at himself. 

“You have to take down notes. Remember the article” Ryujin said.

“Yeah, I know, Ryu. I gotta go. I’ll text you guys the details then. Bye” you said and pressed the red button, finishing the call and straightening up your dress. This was going to be fun. 

You got out of the bathroom and took in his room, all lit by candles while a slow R&B song was playing in the background. 

“Wow, this is impressive” you said, grabbing the beer you had left on the stand. 

He sat on the chest of drawers he had and patted the empty space. You smiled and sat down next to him, dropping your purse next to you and sipping on your beer. You two stayed in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, until you got bored of it, and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He let you for a couple of seconds until he pulled his head back a little with a groan. “Wait, let’s not go too fast” he whispered. 

Your heart sank. He’s not as easy as I thought. Blinking several times, you nodded, fake blushing, trying to guilt-trip him into kissing you. 

You tried to take a sip from your beer but he pushed it away and kissed the breath out of you. He made you stand up, your kiss never breaking. Wrapping your arms around him, you opened your mouth and welcomed his tongue. You felt the control slipping from your fingers and pulled away.

“We’re moving too fast” you panted against his lips. 

He nodded but you kissed him again, and he followed your lead. The kiss was hungry and he grabbed your ass, making you moan a little loud against his lips. His hands dropped to your thighs, lifting you up a little and you both dropped on the bed. Felix grabbed your leg, caressing the skin there, gripping your flesh and it made you both pull away at the same time.

“Too fast” you said in unison. 

You both sat up and looked at each other. 

“We respect each other right?“ You asked.

“If you respect me, I respect you”

“Good” you said, and dropped a kiss on his lips. 

A few minutes later, your cab arrived and you walked down the street opening the door of the taxi. You heard someone whistling and you looked up, seeing Felix in his balcony, smirking at you. 

He waved at you and you waved back.

“Ah, you are already falling in love with me” he said, pushing his tongue against the inner side of his cheek.

You smiled from down the street and blew him a kiss. “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead. Poor guy”

And then you were gone, and he was back in his apartment. He turned around and bit his lip, noticing that you (purposely) forgot your purse on his chest of drawers.

“Smart girl” he said, with a nudge of his head.

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Day 2

Felix dropped the purse on his office desk. Hyunjin and Jisung sat studying the bag, their eyes running all over the leather object.

“Have you looked inside of it?” Hyunjin asked.

He shook his head. “No, I waited to be with you so you could give me advice on how to play my next move” Felix said, sitting down on his chair.

Jisung rolled his eyes. “Dude you’re the expert with chicks here”

“I know. But you think she’ll bother if I put my hands inside her purse?” he asked, sipping on his coffee.

Hyunjin tried to grab it but ended up throwing it to the floor and all the things inside spilled on the floor. Jisung smacked the back of his head, making the elder grumble and rub the sore spot. 

“Great job, knobhead” Felix said and the three guys kneeled down to check the things inside your purse. “Wait guys” he said as he looked at a white envelope. “What’s this?” he asked, opening it and he took out two Knicks game tickets. 

His eyes widened and so did his friends’. 

“She’s so hot. I don’t even have to see her face to know she is” Hyunjin said, clenching his eyes.

“That she is. But she’s also a smart little shit. She wanted me to find them” Felix said smugly, getting up and dropping them on his desk.

Jisung’s eyebrows arched. “Felix, you guys met when she had already her purse with her”

Felix didn’t pay him attention and smirked.

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Meanwhile, your office was full of white roses, and you gasped looking at the scene. Ryujin next to you laughed. “Okay, what did you give him? A love spell?”

“What the hell is this?” you asked. 

Karina searched the flowers for a card and found one, and read it out loud. “One hundred times more beautiful than a hundred roses. Where the fuck do you find these guys?”

You laughed and felt your heart flutter. No, wait. This was all planned. You rolled your eyes at yourself. “He works in advertising, of course he had to give me flowers with a catchy pick up line” 

Ryujin laughed. “You think?”

You gasped. “This means he found the Knicks tickets” you said. Karina gasped. “I’m mean, I know. I’ll call him”

Just before you could dial his number, your phone rang. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, Composure offices” you said, knowing it was him.

Felix put the phone on speaker and gave his friends a smug smile. “Hey, hey pretty girl. Received my flowers?”

You sighed. “I did. I got now a really embarrassing display of roses in my office” you said, rolling your eyes with a smirk on your face. 

Felix laughed. “You are welcome, I had a really good time last night” he said charmingly. “I have your bag”

“Oh, I know. I forgot it. Such a klutz” you said, your friends stifling their laughs with their hands. 

Felix sighed. “Well, you must need it back. You know, all the cash, credit cards… Knicks game tickets for tonight” he taunted. His friends gave him a thumbs up.

You fake gasped. “You are a very bad boy, Mr. Lee. You’ve been peeking through my bag! Haven’t they taught you manners?”

He scoffed. “No, absolutely not. My art director and pal Hyunjin, who’s such a dumbass, knocked it over by accident” he said and kicked Hyunjin’s leg without even looking at him.

“Ow! Yeah, I’m a dumbass, sorry” he said, wincing.

“Alright. I’m sorry, though. I’m going with someone else to the game. 

Felix smirked. “Well, not anymore. You forgot your bag by ‘accident’? You obviously wanted me to go to the game. You just didn’t know how to ask. But save the begging, pretty girl, I’ll go with you”

You gasped internally. Cocky, you mouthed to your friends. “You are so full of yourself, tell me. Does that psychobabble work with everybody?” you asked, leaning forward on your desk. 

“You tell me”

“You are so mean” Karina whispered.

You pressed your lips together, pretending to think about it. “Alright, you win, handsome. Meet me at the seventh avenue entrance. Don’t be late”

“You got it. Bye bye”

“Bye” you said and hung up the phone. 

Ryujin and Karina let their laugh out. “He’s dead” Ryujin said.

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It was Knicks night and you and Felix were sitting very close to the court. He was in awe. 

You and Felix booed, cheered, yelled and clapped, you were both ecstatic. 

An hour later, the game was about to end, the team calling for a 20-second-time and break began. That meant that the fan cams were on. It was time for the kissing cam and you both laughed at the couples kissing. You gasped when the camera pointed at both you and Felix and laughed, looking at each other. 

You patted your cheek but he quickly grabbed your neck and planted a heavy kiss on your mouth. The crowd erupted in cheers as the kiss grew hotter and you pulled away, with a red face. He sat there licking his lips, proud of your reaction. 

The break time was finished and the game began once again. An idea popped in your head.

“Lixie, babe?” you asked with a pouty face.

He didn’t even look at you. “What-what?” he asked.

“I’m kind of thirsty, Lix” you whined. 

“Yeah okay” he said and continued cheering on the team.

You frowned and sighed. “Felix, can you get me a soda? I’m parched” you whined. 

Felix couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She wants a soda right now? Just when the game’s ending? “I’ll get it right after the game, baby” he said, glancing at you.

“I’m really thirsty” you smiled at him with a little pout and he looked at you. “I’ll get it” with a sigh, you mumbled. 

He made you stop. “No, hang on. I’ll get it” he sighed and ran quickly to the shop, up the stairs. 

Felix ran to the shop and asked for a coke. When he finally got it, he went back to the bleachers. 

“Here” he said, handing it to you and quickly stretching up his neck to see what he missed. 

You took a sip and pretended to gag. “Ugh, Felix. I forgot. I wanted a diet coke. Not regular” you whined. 

Felix looked at you and you noticed he was very irritated. He pursed his lips furiously. “I’ll- Wait a second” he said and got back to the shop, right after, the crowd started counting from 5 to 0.

When the player scored, Felix missed by a few seconds on the shop TV. Everyone cheered and he stood there, watching the TV furiously. Felix kicked an empty soda cup on the floor angrily. He had missed the most important part of the game.

Once they were out of Madison Square Garden, you grabbed onto Felix’s arm and sighed. “What an exciting game, dude” you said with a smile. “I’ve never had so much adrenaline in my body, let me tell you”

Felix sighed. “Yep, pretty good game” he said. 

“Oh, too bad you missed it” you said with a cheeky smile and stopped a cab. He bit his lips and let out a little smile. She’s lucky she’s cute, he thought.

The cab stopped and he opened the door for you. You stood watching him. “So… I’ll see you later, huh?” you asked. 

He nodded. “I hope so” 

You smiled and handed him the soda cup. He kissed you holding your waist and then when he pulled away, he winked at you. You got inside the car and closed the door. 

Felix stood there watching the cab speed off. “Nice” he said, drinking the rest of the soda.

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Day 3

Felix was in a business meeting when his assistant peeked in and knocked. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Park. But Mr. Lee has an important call” she said with a wince.

He nodded. “Leave them a message, Yunjin please” Felix told her.

“It’s Y/N, Mr. Lee” she smiled.

He looked at Mr. Park for permission, and he sighed, nodding. “Make it quick”

Felix grabbed the phone and hit the accept call button. 

“Hello?”

“It’s me! Baby!” You squealed.

“Uh, I’m in a business meeting right now, babe. I can’t call you now. Can I call you later, though?” he offered. 

“It’s just that I miss you so much, baby-boo-boo-boo” you said with a baby voice. Ryujin and Karina were next to you and were holding onto each other, trying not to cackle.

“Well I miss you too” he said, with a smile, trying to ignore the baby voice.

“You busy tonight?” 

“Uh, I’m not. Can we catch a movie or something? You can pick if you want” he said. “The cinema on the fourth is making a retro movie night” he said.

“A movie? My choice?” you squealed.

“Yeah”

“I’m so excited! I’ll call you later then, Lixie-Boo” you said.

“Bye, hon” he said, and hung up. A little smile was playing on his lips. “I think this is working, ladies and gentlemen” he yelled and clapped his hands, making Mr. Park shake his head with a little chuckle. 

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Movie night was on and the one you had picked was the most cringey you could find in retro-movie night: You’ve Got Mail.

You were eating popcorn and while you were enjoying the movie, you needed him to get irritated by your comments. “I always wanted a man like Tom Hanks” you said. “This is like my favorite movie of all time” you lied.

“Yeah me too” he said. You stopped eating. Shit, you thought, bad movie choice. 

Someone shushed you from behind your seats and you kept quiet. 

You bit your lip. “What are you thinking about?” you digged.

Felix forced a smile. “Movie. I’m thinking about the movie” he said, not bothering to look at you. 

You smiled and played with his hair. “Yeah but what are you thinking about?” 

He sighed, slightly enjoying the feeling of your fingers on his hair but hating the way you were trying to make conversation in the middle of You’ve Got Mail. “The movie” 

You nodded and tried to think about your next move. “Okay, but what? Your mind’s completely blank?” you asked, and he closed his eyes, letting out a ragged breath. “Who is she?” you asked, putting your popcorn down, feeling your forehead purse into a frown.

Felix looked at you. “Who’s who?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“The girl you’re thinking about” You exclaimed.

“I can’t hear” the guy who shushed you before says.

“I’m not thinking about any girl, Y/N” he said.

You clicked your tongue. “I’ve dealt with enough liars! You can’t watch Meg Ryan and not think about another girl” you said. 

People behind you were trying to shut you up but it didn’t work.

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” he asked in a whisper. You nodded and he sighed. “I’m thinking about… how damn beautiful you are. And how that beautiful face like yours can believe I’m thinking about another girl, while I’m here with you” he said. “And also, how damn good this movie is. So we’re going to continue watching it” 

You squealed a little bit and hugged him. “Oh, Lix, my baby” you said and kissed his face a couple of times, leaning almost on top of him. “I love sharing this with you”

“Hey! I can’t see and I can't hear” the guy behind you said.

You whirled around in your seat furiously. “If you don’t shut up, my boyfriend here will kick your ass back to where you belong” you said smugly.

“Wait, Y/N” he tried, his eyebrows furrowing in desperation.

“Oh really? Let’s see what you got, pretty boy. Outside. Now” the man said.

Felix wanted the earth to swallow him up.

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“Oh, Felix. Poor baby” you said, grabbing his face, sitting on the floor of the cinema entrance. His face was nestled between your breasts and he sighed contently, even if he was in pain.

“Wait. Lix let’s go to a hospital” you said. The bruise on his face was getting pretty bad and purple.

He grabbed your waist. “No, no. Stay. Stay right here”

“Okay” you said.

His face was rubbing your breasts and he let out a content moan. “Yes. Just stay still” he said with a smirk.

You laughed. “You perv” 

He laughed and you grabbed his hair, lifting him from your chest. 

“You’re fine. Come on” you said, getting up, offering your hands. He took them and stood up. 

Felix smiled at you and dropped a long kiss to your lips. 

“Let’s go Rocky” you whispered. 

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Day 4

Felix was planning a tranquil evening, to sit on his couch, watch the Knicks game and relax in his apartment with you. He decided that he was going to cook real nice for the both of you. 

A knock startled his cooking and went to open the door. 

“Come in, it’s open!” he yelled. 

You got inside and smiled at him. “Hello, Lixie-Boo” you said.

He looked at you and his eyes widened. You were wearing a pretty baby blue dress. “Wow, you look gorgeous” he said.

“Thank you, sweet pea” you squealed and dropped a kiss to his cheek. 

You looked at the table and saw the candles, the music in the background making it more nice than it already was.

You gasped. “Oh, honey. This is… too much, I love it” you said.

“Great! Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Go ahead and pour the wine” he said.

“I got you a couple of gifts” you said evilly. You opened the box you brought with you and inside laid a couple of teddy bears and a picture of you with the caption: you’re my, my, my, my lover.

His eyes widened. “Oh… yay” he said. What the hell is all this stuff? Is she quoting Taylor Swift to me?

“Here are two teddy bears. One of them says #1 lover because you are” you said pinching his cheek. “They’re called Lixie and Y/N. Oh! Like us” you said in a baby voice. “And then this picture of me, with Lover from T-Swift lyrics. Do you like it?” you asked.

Felix coughed. “Y-yeah, baby. Love’em” he lied. You kissed him and smiled. 

“You’re so sweet. I’m gonna drop these in your room, wait up” you said.

Felix sighed once you were gone, wiping his face with his hands. 

In his room, you barely contained your laughter but you tried to keep it down. Poor guy. 

The Knicks game was on the TV and was about to start. Felix put the big tray of food and opened the lid. Inside was meat with veggies on it, a very nice decoration, and you hated to say, but you were impressed. Until an idea popped in the back of your head.

You pressed your lips together and let out a fake sob. “Oh, oh this is all my fault, Lix” you whispered, putting a hand over your chest.

He sat down next to you and his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?” he asked, grabbing your hand.

“I’m– I’m a vegetarian” you sobbed. “It’s just that animal meat makes me sad” you said, fake tears escaping your eyes. The blonde sat frozen in his seat. “It’s-- it’s dead” you said.

He let out an irritated sigh. “I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t know” he muttered, shaking his head.

“It’s okay… this was beautiful. You’re beautiful” you said, wiping your fake tears and rubbing his cheek affectionately. 

Later, you both found yourselves in a deli, eating veggie bowls, which Felix found disgusting, and making him completely miss the Knicks game. 

You finished the food (who he labeled as cow-food), and he quickly ran to the TV to catch the Knicks game, only to find out it had already finished. He let out a grunt and dropped the remote on the couch. “Fuck” he sighed.

He let himself fall on the couch and you climbed over him, kissing the life out of him. Felix let out a surprised groan and grabbed your ass. You unbuttoned his shirt, a few buttons flying away. You couldn’t admit this to anyone, but you found him exciting. 

He smirked against your lips and let his hands wander under your dress, letting his palms rest on your ass. 

You wanted to up the game. “Does little Lix want to come out and play?” you groaned in his ear. 

His eyes widened, while you kissed down his chest. “Uh, what?”

You lifted your head.

“Little Lix?” he asked, utterly confused. 

“Well, we don’t know if he’s big or little, we’re gonna find out” you squealed and resumed kissing your way down to his crotch. 

He lifted you up gently by your arm. “No, no. Baby. You can’t just… name my dick” he said with a frown.

Your eyebrows raised. “You… what are you saying? Do you want me to call it… big Lix? Cocky enough, baby?” you said in a baby voice. You almost laughed out loud at the look on his face. 

“Uh… I’m-- big Lix is not ready to come out and play” he said, cringing at his own words. 

You sighed with a smile. “Well, in that case. I better get going” you said and dropped a kiss to his lips. “Bye honey-bear”

When you were out the door, you snickered. 

“It’s getting easier by the minute” you sing-songed with an evil laugh getting inside the elevator when a hand stopped the door from closing.

Felix smiled and got inside, grabbing your waist and lifting you up against the wall of the elevator, kissing you. His tongue got inside your mouth and tangled with yours. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. “Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked against your lips.

You breathed in and licked your lips. “Yep”

“Well, call me” he pecked your lips and then he was out of the elevator.

You grimaced once you made sure he wasn’t looking. “What the hell? This ain’t getting easier”

You needed to up your game, immediately. 

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Day 5

The next day in Felix’s office, Hyunjin and Jisung were discussing how you were getting weirder by the time the relationship went on.

“Okay, I thought you said Y/N was a goddess after the Knicks game, little Lix” Hyunjin teased, earning a punch on the shoulder from the blonde.

He laughed. “Well, that was the good Y/N, the smart, cool and sexy woman I met. Not this crazy, evil side she’s showing” he said.

“Maybe she’s bipolar--” Jisung started.

“Muffin!” 

The three guys turned around to find you with a dog in hand.

“Y/N baby” he smiled at you, standing up and walking towards you. “We were just talking about you. You are looking absolutely gorgeous” he said.

“Oh, good things I hope, right baby boo?” you cooed. 

He pressed his lips together and nodded. 

“These are my friends! Hyunjin and Jisung!” he said, pointing behind him and they waved at you.

You gasped. “Oh Lixie told me all about you guys”

“Lixie-Boo told all about you too” Hyunjin teased the blonde, who glared at him.

“Great, well look what I just got you” you sing-songed. “I got you a puppy! His name is… guess what?” you said, clapping your hands together.

He shrugged.

“Little Lix!” you squealed.

Jisung and Hyunjin snickered behind him. 

He smiled and tried to think how the fuck he was going to survive six days more if this was going to keep up like this.

When he got home, he put Little Lix in the kitchen and put water and food ready for him. He grabbed his phone and saw his voicemail was full.

You got 17 new messages from Y/N Y/L/N.

“Oh shit” he said. 

He listened to every single one of them and he face-palmed himself. This is getting even harder than I thought , he thought.

He got inside the bathroom to wash his face and opened the cabinet. He froze when he found a lot of feminine products and he closed it, turning around to find two toothbrushes and a lot of girly stuff scattered in the bathroom. Felix grabbed his hair and almost yelled out. 

“Fucking shit”

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Day 6

“Girls, I’m telling you. He’s not leaving me“ you said, eating from your ice cream pint. 

“Are you being clingy?” Karina asked.

You nodded. “Like a bitch, yeah. I even supplied his bathroom with girly stuff, some of them I don’t even use. Then I gifted him teddy bears and I baby talk to him. I’m whiny and needy? How is he not leaving me?” you asked.

The girls laughed and continued eating ice cream.

“Either way, I gotta think about something before tomorrow” you said.

Ryujin sat up. “Wait, why not tonight?”

“It’s Poker night with his friends” you said. “Boys night”

“You’re giving him boys night?” she asked.

“They do it every week” you shrugged.

“Before… he met… you” she said.

“Ryujin, I love you”

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“Bunny! I’m home!” you said, startling his friends and him.

Felix turned around and his eyebrows furrowed. “Baby, what are you doing here?” he asked, sitting up and putting the blunt he was smoking, in a plate.

“I just… I figured I could stop by and kiss you a little bit, huh? Your friends don’t mind if I steal you for about… an hour or so?” you asked.

He laughed nervously. “Honey, I told you… boys night” he said.

You pretended to be offended. “You… don’t want to see me? Do you- Oh! You think I’m crazy!” you said.

Felix’s eyes widened. “I- No! I don’t think you’re crazy, baby. I just want a boys night with--” 

“Oh, I’m sure it was an excuse to hook up with other girls, and oh! I’m sure there’s one hidden here, probably in your bathroom” you fake cried. “I’m out of here, Felix” you said and walked out the door.

He followed you with Little Lix barking behind him. 

“Hey, hey, hey. What was all that?” he asked, making you turn around.

You pressed the elevator button and sighed. “What?”

“You acting like a freaking maniac” he said. 

You gasped and the elevator dinged. “Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t be with someone who thinks I’m mental. Bye, Felix” you said and the elevator doors closed but he pressed the button so they opened them again.

”No wait. Where’s the fun, cool, beautiful and sexy Y/N I knew? Huh?” Felix asked. “The one who wanted to be a serious journalist? You’re acting insane, like one second you’re up then you’re down!” he said.

You pursed your lips. “So I guess we’re over” you shrugged your shoulders with a glare.

“Fine!”

“Fine” you said and the elevator door closed. You smiled in victory and then it quickly fell. What the hell is happening? 

Back in Felix’s apartment, Jisung and Hyunjin almost tackled him. “You’re going back, apologize and get back together with her” Jisung said. “Five more days, man. And that’s it” he said.

“No, wait. Hey. You saw how she acted back there” he said.

“Yes, but if you really want the pitch, then you’re going back to her, apologize and be her little bitch for five. More. days” Hyunjin stated.

“Do you want Son and Park Chaeyoung to be comfortable in their new office? The one that should be ours?” Hyunjin digged.

“No, of course not!” Felix said. “But what do I do? What do I tell her!?”

“Couples therapy! Literally anything” Jisung said.

“Couples therapy?” Felix asked.

This was getting way out of hand. 

“Yes, now go!” Hyunjin patted his back and pushed him. 

He sprinted off running to the stairs, jumping from three to three. He got to the door just in time when you got out of the building. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait, baby boo” he said, cringing at his choice of words. “Forgive me, please. I don’t- I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry” he said, kneeling on the ground.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. What the hell was this guy’s problem and why the hell why was he not running away from her?

“Can you give me another chance?” he asked, puppy eyes on. 

“Haven’t you had enough?” you asked ironically, but you really meant it this time. 

“I’m willing to do anything, Y/N. Please” he said, opening his arms.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, making him stand up, kind of embarrassed that anyone walking down the street could see him like that. 

“Like, what do you think about… couples therapy?” he asked. 

A light bulb turned on in your brain. Couples therapy, huh?

“Oh, Felix. I know a therapist who’ll do wonders with you. When shall we start?” you said, intrigued about his request. 

He nodded. “Tomorrow. Whenever you want” he said, desperately. “Whatever it takes”

“A kiss?” you pouted. 

“Thank you, sweetheart” he said and kissed you almost making you tumble at how hard he kissed you. You had to admit, he was one hell of a kisser. “Thank you for understanding”

“Yeah, no problem, baby boo. But you’re still on probation” you said and walked away. “What the fuck did I get myself into?” you whispered to yourself.

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Day 7

“If we’re really doing this, you’ll have to open up, Felix. You hear me?” you whined when you reached the ‘therapist’ apartment. 

“Yeah, of course” 

You knocked on the door and Karina appeared, wearing a white pajama pants and a shirt, with big ass glasses and a bun. “Y/N Y/L/N, and Felix Lee. Come in” she said with a formal voice.

Your eyebrows wiggled and tried not to laugh. You grabbed Felix’s hand and sat him down on the couch. 

“So, before we start. I wanted to ask you how you were gonna pay for this session?” she asked.

You patted Felix’s back. “Sweetie?”

“Uh, yeah. How much is it?” he asked, grabbing his wallet from his jean pocket.

“Three hundred dollars the hour” she said calmly. 

His eyes almost bulged out of his school when he heard the price that fell from Karina’s lips. Felix cleared his throat and reached for his wallet. Whatever it takes, then the pitch is yours. He handed Karina the bills and she cleared her throat.

“So, tell me, you guys. How long have you been seeing each other?” she asked.

“Seven days” you replied with a smile.

“Isn’t it too soon to be seeing a therapist?” Felix asked calmly.

You smiled at him. “Well, it isn’t a lifetime but it is--”

“It’s like a week” he said.

You fake gasped and looked at Karina. “Do you hear that tone? How can we not need a therapist when you’re snapping at me like that every goddamn second!” you said rather loudly.

Karina nodded. “How are things between you… I mean… sexually” she digged.

You laughed a little. “Oh, about that… he has a little problem” you said, winking at Karina. “If you know what I mean”

He shook his head. “No, Y/N. Wait. We haven’t had sex yet” he said. “And I don’t have a problem”

“Yes you do”

“No, no I don’t” 

“Okay, okay. Look, the one night that we even thought about having sex you called my dick little Lix, or- or big Lix” he said, turning completely to face you. “Without even seeing it!”

“I thought it was beautiful” you said, close to fake crying.

“I see, Felix” Karina said, pushing her glasses up her nose. “When was it that you first realized you were attracted to other men?”

You had to contain your laugh at this. “Oh, it… that’s serious” you agreed.

“What? No! I love women, why-- okay. No, that it’s clearly not what happened” Felix stammered irritatedly. 

“I’m hearing a lot of anger that’s been swirling inside of you for a long time, Felix” Karina said, folding her hands together. 

You gasped. “Like a rage-aholic”

“No, I’m not a rage-aholic” he shouted.

“Take a deep breath, sweetie” you said, putting your hand on his arm.

“I gotta ask you this one question” Karina said. “Are you ashamed of Y/N?”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. 

“Of course he is” you said.

“No, I’m not ashamed of you, Y/N” he said, putting a hand on your back. 

Karina cleared her throat. “Then why don’t you… take her to meet your family, for example?” she suggested. You wanted to kill her.

Felix nodded. “Yeah, let’s go do that. You can meet my whole family, let’s go to Staten Island, you can meet them” he smiled. 

“Would you like to go to Staten Island?” Karina asked you.

No! Of course not!  

“Yes” 

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Day 8

He parked his bike in the driveway of his family house and you were greeted by his mother once you got inside of the house. 

“Oh hello, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you!” her mother appeared with a baby in her arms. 

“ Bullshit! ” you heard from the patio.

“My dad and uncles play cards every hour of the day” Felix laughed.

“ Bullshit! ” you heard again.

“You are as pretty as Felix described you on the phone the other--”

“Mom!” Felix whined.

You laughed and shook her hand. “Well, the pleasure is mine, Ms. Lee” you said.

“ Bullshit! ”

“Sweetie!” she scolded over her shoulder. “Excuse me honey, I gotta make my husband shut up for a little bit, here” she said and handed Felix the baby he was holding, who you assumed was his cousin. 

Felix grabbed him happily and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight of him holding a baby. 

“I’m gonna get him cleaned up, you go out back” he said and dropped a kiss to your lips and then he was gone. 

You took a deep breath and went out to the patio, finding who you assumed was his dad and his uncles. His mother saw you and dropped the cards on the table. “Everyone! Guys, everybody meet Y/N, our Felix’s girl!” she squealed.

His dad smiled and shook your hand. “Well, Felix described you as ‘beautiful’ but his words weren’t enough” he complimented you. 

You blushed a little and giggled. “Well thank you, Mr. Lee”

“No worries, honey” Mr. Lee winked. 

After they introduced you to the whole family, they gave you a couple of cards to play with them. 

“The game is called ‘Bullshit’ as you may have heard. And we’re just in the lightning round, sweetie, you came just in time” Mr. Lee said.

Felix suddenly came in and smiled. “Well look at this. I’m gonna beat everyone’s asses, including yours baby” he winked at you, sitting down and grabbing himself some cards. 

“I don’t really know how to play”

“Well, here’s the trick. You have to get rid of all the cards in your hand” His dad said.

You nodded and looked at your cards.

“Alright I’m gonna throw and say I have two aces. What do you say?” his dad asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at your cards in hand, noticing you had three aces, which meant he could only have one. “I say bullshit”

“What did you say?” he smiled.

“I say… bullshit!” you said and everyone around you cheered. 

After a couple of rounds where everyone except Felix was helping you out to win just to make him lose, you found yourself having fun, more than you had expected and more than the fun you’ve got this couple of months. The feeling was strange.

“Okay, I’ve got two kings”

You looked around and his family shook their heads. Felix caught them cheating and gasped.

“You all are cheating!” he said, making all of you laugh. “Baby! That’s treason!” he laughed.

You just laughed at him and showed him your cards. “Yep. But I won!”

“And that makes him have the lowest score out of all of us in Bullshit thanks to you, for the first time ever! I say we expect you to come here sooner” his mom said, standing up and drawing his score on a chalkboard. 

You laughed. “Why? Were all his other girlfriends Bullshit losers?” you asked, sipping on your drink.

“What other girlfriends? He’s the first girl he’s ever brought home” her mom said and hugged you. 

First girl he’s ever brought home? You felt special. You hated to admit it, but it was true. 

“Don’t you break his heart” she whispered with a little smile and walked away.

It’s a little too late for that now.

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After the game, Felix offered to take you for a ride to meet the island on his bike. You accepted, and the blonde took you everywhere. For ice cream, for lunch, to walk in the park, down the port, everywhere. He even taught you how to ride his bike. You couldn’t help it but you felt the butterflies kicking your stomach everytime he smiled or looked at you. And he felt the same. He felt at peace that the fighting and craziness was over for good.

At a certain hour, it started to rain, soaking you from head to toe. You arrived at his home, you rode the bike while he was behind you.

He got you inside of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

“Alright madam, let’s have a shower, what do you say?“ he asked and turned on the hot water.

You nodded and sat on the sink, thinking about why the hell did you accept to do this to this guy. He was perfect and so good with you. If you ever told him the truth, he’d hate you, and you’d lose him. 

“You can shower first if you want” he said, drying his hand with a towel.

You bit your lip and sighed. 

“Is everything all right?” he asked, putting his hands on your legs, his eyes finding yours. 

You smiled at him, caressing his cheek. “It’s more than okay” you said in a low voice. 

He kissed your palm and pinched your leg a little. “Then tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem okay”

You let out a breath. “I think… when your mother hugged me today, like… she really hugged me” you said, your eyes getting teary. “For winning a game at Bullshit. Like I was a part of the family” you said, a tear flowing down your cheek. 

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed and he put a hand on your cheek. “But that’s a good thing, baby. Smile for me” he said with a little grin, poking your cheek with his pointer finger.

You smiled for him and his grew bigger. Your noses were almost touching and it confirmed for the both of you. Both bets were a huge mistake.

He brought your head closer to his and kissed your lips. You pulled away and searched for something in his eyes, something that would give you a red flag. You found just a glint and lust in his eyes. You kissed him again, opening your mouth for his tongue to come inside your mouth and sighed at the feeling. 

Felix pulled away and you lifted your hands up, so that he could take your shirt off. He complied and saw that you weren’t wearing a bra. His eyes darkened and you hopped off the counter to take his shirt too.

You dropped it to the ground and then went to unbuckle his jeans while he did the same to yours. He pushed your panties to the ground and he pushed his underwear, too.

Felix grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up, making your legs wrap around his torso and kissed you again. He got inside the shower and pressed you against the cold tiles. His mouth on yours felt heavenly, and with every brush of his tonguey you got more and more wetter by the second. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he whispered against your neck. He kissed a couple of hickeys on it and then came back to your mouth.

If anyone walked past the bathroom, they would’ve heard the breathy moans the two of you emitted and the slapping of skin on skin sound. Once you came and he did on your stomach, you stayed staring at each other. Guilt was in his eyes, thinking that you, a beautiful woman he had managed to fall in love with, and probably she did as well, was part of a stupid bet to get a stupid pitch. 

You dropped your forehead on his and sighed with a smile. “That was amazing, Lix. Little Lix down there wasn't so little, huh?” you joked, making him laugh out loud. 

“Well, what can I say? I’m full of surprises”  he said.

You got down and you washed each other. As his arms came around you from behind and you couldn’t help but feel like shit. 

If only he knew. 

In the meantime, Felix rested his chin on your shoulder, leaving a little peck on your skin. He closed his eyes as soon as his lips touched you, feeling the guilt and regret wash over him. 

He didn’t know how he was going to tell you, but there was one thing he knew it was certain: he didn’t deserve you. 

At least, that’s what he thought. 

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Day 9

The ferry arrived at Manhattan and he drove his bike back to your home. He got down from the bike and walked you to the building entrance.  

“Well, this is home” you said, dropping his hand. 

He nodded and smiled at you. “Uh, Y/N? I wanted to ask you back at Staten but uh… my boss is throwing this party for the diamond account I was telling you about and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? You know… as my date?” Felix asked, clearly nervous. “As my girlfriend” he stated. 

You smiled at him and put your hand on his cheek. “Are you calling me your girlfriend?” 

“Yeah, I am” he said, sure of himself.

You pressed your lips together. “Tomorrow will be the tenth day of seeing each other.”

“I know” he said with a sigh. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow huh?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Should I dress fancy?” you asked.

 “As fancy as you want… but still fancy” he said.

You nodded. “Perfect” you pressed a kiss to his lips and when you pulled away, you hugged him. He felt so good. You didn’t want to let him go just yet, or tell him what you were doing, or him to find out via the magazine. 

As you pulled away, he kissed your head and let you go inside.

“Bye” you blew him a kiss.

“Bye” 

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Day 10 - final day-

You barged inside Seulgi’s office with a very worried face on you. You let out a breath and sat down on the couch.

“Seulgi? I can’t- I can’t write this article” you stated.

Her eyebrows furrowed and sat down on her chair. “What? Why not? Is your computer broken or something? Figure it out”

“No, it’s not that” you said. “I just… I’ve got to know this guy. He’s amazing. He doesn't deserve this, I really like him, Seulgi. Please” you pleaded.

“Okay. Who’s the boss here?”

“You” you sighed. 

“Then you write what I tell you to write. And that means the article” she said strictly, not even bothering to look at you while she was paging down a magazine. “You’ll do the article, because you are a professional. That’s what professionals do”

“Yes I am” you whispered. 

“Great. Now go. I want the article in less than 48 hours”

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The night fell and Felix arrived at your house. He was wearing a fancy tux, but he managed to keep it a little less formal. He took a deep breath and cracked his neck. Felix grabbed his phone and sent you a text.

Lix: I’m here xx

He blushed at the thought of you on a fancy dress. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket.

You: be right down. Wait up xx

His heart picked up speed when he heard the door of your building opening. You stood there with a yellow fancy dress with an open cut back. You did a little twirled and took a second to admire him. He was so beautiful, it hurt your eyes. 

The chauffeur from his car smiled at the interaction.

“Hey” you said timidly.

He just stared, he couldn’t believe you were his. 

“Wow, you are so beautiful” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You blushed and ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re looking good too, sparky” you said putting your arm around his and getting inside the car.

Once you reached the museum, you could only gawk at how much diamonds were used for this party. It almost hurt your eyes. 

“Wow, okay. This wasn’t what I expected at all” you said, looking up only to find a very big, sparkly chandelier. 

Felix nodded, chuckling at your face. “You should come more often to these things with me”

You gasped and elbowed him. “What? So you can see me with a fancy dress more often?”

He shrugged. “Maybe” he teased, making you laugh.

Hyunjin and Jisung appeared wearing very formal suits and they waved at you. “Hey guys” you said.

“Oh, great. Stay with them, I’ll go grab us some champagne” he said, kissing your cheek.

You smiled at him and watched him leave while Jisung told an incredibly boring story of how he managed to get a date.

“Uh, guys. I’ll go sit by the table, there are some snacks there. If you’ll excuse me” you said, and excused yourself, really not wanting to deal with those noisy boys. 

Hyunjin and Jisung stood watching you when they felt hands on their shoulders. The Chaeyoung’s were staring at them with an evil grin on them. 

“News for you guys” Son Chaeyoung said.

They looked at each other. “We don’t want to deal with you snakes today” Jisung said. 

Park Chaeyoung scoffed. “I just wanted to let you guys know that we know that Felix cheated” she said.

Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean cheated?” he asked in a monotone voice. 

“We know he told this girl about the bet even before they started dating” Park Chaeyoung said. 

Jisung and Hyunjin looked at each other, wide-eyed. 

“We’ll go tell Mr. Park if you don’t hurry up” Son Chaeyoung said, and then, they were gone.

“Shit, we gotta do something” Jisung said.

They ran to the table you were sitting and sat down next to you, startling you mid-eating a snack. You furrowed your eyebrows at their state.

“Hey, Y/N. We know you know about the bet. Okay? And we need you to play dumb when Mr. Park asks you if you fell in love with Felix” Hyunjin said.

Your stomach dropped. A bet? What bet? You were about to ask until it dawned in you. This was all a bet. Felix made a bet, in which he had to make you fall in love with him (in which he succeeded).

“A bet?” you asked in a small voice.

Jisung nodded. “Yeah, the bet… you know, he’d get the pitch if you fell in love with him” he said.

You played dumb. “Of course” you faked a smile. Internally you were just trying to keep the tears to yourself.

Meanwhile…

Felix was heading to their table when Kang Seulgi intercepted him.

“Hello Felix. What a pleasure it is to see you” she said with a smile.

He nodded and smiled at the elderly woman. “Yeah, nice to see you too. I gotta head back to my table, there’s this beautiful woman waiting for me-- right there” he said with a smug grin and pointed at you.

Seulgi perked up and gasped. “Y/N? Oh she’s my How-To girl in Composure” she said.

“Your How-To girl?” he asked confusedly.

“Yes. Right now she’s working on an article called How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days” she said and his smile visibly dropped. You were just using him for… an article? Her laugh made him come back from his thoughts. “This poor guy she’s been pretending to date-- wait, she’s actually dating this guy trying to scare him off by making mistakes girls do when--” when she saw the face that Felix and she stopped talking, realizing he was the guy you were dating. “Oh… oh, I’m sorry” she whispered and excused herself. 

He pressed his lips together and downed his champagne glass. He saw you getting up from your chair, grabbed your purse and headed for the exit. Felix followed you, steam flying out of his ears.

When you reached the street you heard his shouting. “No, no, no. Y/N Y/L/N get back here” he said. 

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. 

“You used me! Just to get a stupid fucking pitch! You played with my feelings, you made me believe you actually care about me” you yelled at him. 

Your words would’ve hurt him if he wasn’t angry enough about the article thing. 

“I used you? You drove me insane for that article from your stupid magazine, okay?” he said angrily. 

“You told people you could make me fall in love with you, like I’m just some random girl that needed saving, you backstabbing jerk” you said, hitting him with your purse. 

Felix stood, pressing his lips together, figuring out what to say next. “So that was what I was, huh? A stupid guinea pig you could use for your experiments?” 

“Yeah and I was just some girl you picked up from a bar because you feel bad for her, sitting all alone with a drink in her hands” you said more calmly.

He chuckled ironically. “Well, you did it. Good job. You wanted to see if you could lose a guy in 10 days, congratulations. You just lost him” he said, and turned away from you.

“No, I didn’t, Felix”

He turned back to face you.

“Because you can’t lose what you never had” you cried out. 

He watched as you turned away and called a cab. His heart was hurting so much. Felix took a shaky breath in and headed back to the party. 

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Day 11

“Well, this wasn't what I was expecting” Seulgi said, pushing her glasses up her nose. “But it’s better” she said gladly. 

You chuckled and smiled at her. “I’m glad you like it”

“Now this is my time to free you from my leash. You can write whatever you want now” she said, putting your recently printed article in a folder. 

Your eyebrows perked up at her saying. “That means I can write like… about politics, economics, religion, or--”

“No, Y/N. Whatever you want means what Composure is about, shoes, dramas, what’s new in Oscar de La Renta’s new dresses, you get what I mean” Seulgi said, flicking her wrist at you. 

This wasn’t what you expected. Writing an article about a guy you did end up falling in love with wasn’t even worth it. In the end, Kang Seulgi had tricked you into making you write whatever she wanted. 

You nodded and sighed. “Thank you for the opportunity, Seulgi” you said slowly. She smiled at you. “And thank you for making it easier for me to turn it down” you said, heading for the door. “My resignation letter will be arriving at your mail very soon” you said and then you were out of the door, leaving Seulgi shocked to her very core. 

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Felix was in his office, Little Lix in his arms and he let out a sigh, looking at the Knicks game he did not attend. The tickets were laying on his desk, he had planned to give them to you after the party but that did not end up well. 

A knock on his door startled him. “Hey, my man. I’ve got something for you” Hyunjin said, sitting down on a chair.

He saw it was a Composure magazine and he let out a sigh.

“I’m not gonna read that”

“No, you should” he said. Felix just shook his head and dropped Little Lix on the floor. “Okay. You win. I’ll read it to you” Hyunjin said and Felix was about to protest but he held his hands up. “ I’ve lost a guy. And I don’t know why. What went wrong? When I started writing this month’s column, I wanted to commit those certain silly dating mistakes we all commit at some time. But what I didn’t realize was that I was making the biggest mistake of my life ” he said, he lifted his eyes to watch the blonde, who was looking at the floor, with glassy eyes. “Here, read it. Trust me” he said, dropping the magazine on his desk and then he was out of his office.

He sighed and grabbed it, turning to the page where your article was. He started reading and he noticed some important lines: “ I lost the only guy I’ve ever fallen for ”; “ Best 10 days of my life ”, and one that he wasn’t expecting at all. “ This is my last article for Composure ”

His eyebrows furrowed and an idea popped in his head.

A few minutes later, he was running down Composure’s office asking everyone where the hell was your office located. He won a few glares from most of the girls but right now, he didn’t give a fuck.

He found it, and noticed it was empty. Fucking shit, Felix internally cursed. He saw a woman standing right next to her office. 

“Excuse me, Ma’m” he said.

Ryujin turned around abruptly. “Holy crap. You’re Felix”

“I know. Tell me where’s Y/N” he said urgently.

“She quit” Karina appeared from behind him. 

He turned around and noticed a familiarity with the girl.

“She’s got an interview right now, in Washington” Ryujin said.

“When?”

“Like, right now. She’s leaving right now” Ryujin said, checking her watch.

He turned to leave but not before he turned to face Karina. “You’re not a therapist aren’t you?”

She looked confused until she burst out laughing. “No, I’m not”

“Good job. You owe me 300 dollars”

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You leaned your head on the taxi window, letting out a sigh, thinking about the events that took place that week. You knew that Composure wasn’t the best option for you since Seulgi had always done the same shit over and over again, making you think you could write about something more interesting than fashion and then taking your emotion with her. You rubbed your forehead and allowed yourself to think about Felix. There wasn’t a time that you didn’t regret what happened, but looking at the other side, he made a bet too. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when you reached the Brooklyn bridge and saw someone riding a very familiar bike, wearing a very familiar helmet. Oh shit, that’s Felix. 

“Sir, please pull over” Felix yelled.

You gasped at the scene. “What-- Felix? What are you doing?” you yelled. “Sir, pull over please?”

“Are you crazy, woman? We’re in the middle of the bridge” the chauffeur said.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not feeling well, I think I’m about to puke”

“Alright, you win” he grumbled.

You got out of the car and saw him pulling the helmet over his head. “What the fuck is this Felix?” you yelled at him.

He sighed and handed you the magazine. 

“Is it true?” he asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Dammit, Y/N, what you wrote in the magazine. Or were you just trying to sell a magazine?”

“I meant every word, Felix” you said, your eyes getting teary. “But that doesn’t change anything, does it?”

“It does, and you’re running away” he said.

“I’m not!” You yelled out in a high-pitched voice.

“Yes, you are. To Washington” he said.

You rolled your eyes, pinching your eyebrows. “Yes, but it’s an interview. Besides, what do you care?”

Felix was taken aback by it. “What do I care? I fucking love you Y/N. But I need to be sure it’s true”

“I already told you. It’s true and I… I love you too, Felix. But--” you said-

“But what?” he asked, stepping closer to you.

“I can’t write here. I applied for a job where I know I can write about whatever the fuck I want without a bitch that tells me I need to write what it’s accord to my gender” you said, and turned away to get back to the taxi.

“Bullshit”

You stopped in your tracks. “Excuse me?”

“Bullshit. You heard me” he said, stepping closer to you. 

You couldn’t move. He reached until your noses were practically touching. He handed a couple of bills to the taxi driver and told him to send your bags back to your apartment. 

“You���re having alternate transportation from now on” he said. 

You sighed and looked at him, your eyes watery. 

“Really? Are you serious?” you asked with a broken chuckle.

“You bet I am” he said and put his hands on your face, bringing you to a passionate kiss. You melted on it and put your arms around his neck, sighing into it. You felt complete. Finally.  “I love you, so much” he said against your lips, letting his nose rub against yours.

“I love you, I love you, I love you” you mumbled, each ‘i love you’ with a kiss. 

“Okay, so are you two gonna let me drive back to the ladies apartment or what?” the taxi driver grumbled, making you two laugh.

You couldn't believe how perfect this moment was. How it all started with a bet and an article that was meant for you two to find each other. 

Fin.

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i hope you liked it :) there are more Felix's fics coming in, i've been pretty busy

[blood-starved-beast]

What Vi says here also reflects on her and Caitlyn's relationship, and how their breakup failed on all three principles (and in ep8, they regained them)

Trust - Both Caitlyn and Vi failed at that in s2ep3. Vi failed to tell Caitlyn that she couldn't kill Powder or rather, that she didn't fully have the drive to do so. Or rather, she omits that she's still got a spot for Powder, and when she sees that Jinx is not completely a monster, she hesitates, refuses to allow Caitlyn to take the shot. This seems to be the thing unspoken right before the vs with Jinx and Sevika. Caitlyn tried to talk to Vi, but things were left unsaid. Same thing in the kiss scene and Cait saying she "won't change" when she already has. Caitlyn did not communicate the extent of the trauma Jinx gave her it seems - she sees her grieve, but stuff as the kind Cait talks with Jayce is absent in their convos. Or even when Caitlyn starts "seeing" Jinx everywhere. Thus, when she does go unhinged mongoose at the end of the episode, Vi sees her going through essentially a Jinx arc, not someone who is deeply traumatized (ironically this is a mistake Vi made up to then with Jinx as well). At the breakup Caitlyn fails to vocalize her feelings, and fails to vocalize her regret after hitting Vi (it's visible on her face) and the relationship collapses

Patience - Caitlyn fails to recognize why Vi would keep choosing Jinx, despite the obvious reasons that Jinx is a terrorist criminal. Or rather she does ("her blood in your veins") but fails to sympathize that she is Vi's sister. This leads to the Hit and the breakup. Vi is actually pretty patient with Caitlyn even joining the police force for her, but when Caitlyn's grief/trauma takes her over the edge Jinx style, she compares her to Jinx (Bad Thing to do when Jinx killed her mom) and doesn't seem to have patience for the fact that in this moment Caitlyn was off her rocker (similar to how Vi herself was off in s1ep3).

Shutting the Fuck up - maybe if they did and if they listened, they would actually be able to talk to one another, not insult. Maybe Caitlyn would be more self aware, and not later fall into the clutches of Ambessa. Vi even if the breakup wasn't her fault, shouldn't have called her Jinx. At least, not in that moment.

When they get back together we see the restoration of these principles:

Transparency - Vi calls Caitlyn out on her Ambessa deal, Caitlyn admits she was wrong, admits indirectly that she has made mistakes, she cannot erase them. She explains what happened with Jinx directly. Vi tells her that Jinx has changed (why she cannot end her etc. which she failed to do in s2ep3) and indirectly that those who decide forgiveness are the ones wrong/who gives a second chance - ie. Caitlyn's self-loathing will not resolve anything, Vi can give her a second chance. That Caitlyn herself cannot self-destruct to redeem herself. Caitlyn later is transparent in the horny jail scene - she tells Vi she allowed Vi to rescue Jinx and removed all the barriers (cause she supports her) and is aware that Vi was always gonna make that choice (cause Vi is Pre.dic.ta.ble.) and even admits to getting with Maddie. Vi tells her that she always makes these mistakes, that "trusting Jinx" in this instance (proven wrong later by Jinx's own actions but Vi or Caitlyn don't know that) was a mistake.

Patience - Vi is patient with Caitlyn's mistakes and indirectly "gives her a second chance" despite all the oinked poison swallowing. Caitlyn gives Vi the chance to save/run away with Jinx even at the cost of her and Vi, she facilitates it even. She doesn't go "I told you so" at Vi in the jail cell despite arguably being "right" about Jinx at this moment, but instead embraces her. Vi is patient about the Maddie deal, doesn't care, and rather have this moment.

Shutting the fuck up - Caitlyn lets Vi say her piece at the Jail scene, and listens. Vi and Caitlyn both allow each other to air out their issues earlier after Vi wakes up. Vi not dragging out the Maddie thread. This allows them to actually have a discussion/move on without it leading to arguments, let alone not repeat s2ep3.

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x06 - “The Message Hidden Within the Pattern” ↳ "Vi. You've been quite a curiosity. The one who captured Caitlyn's heart."

[leeknot]

A Heart's Journey in the Dark

A/N : Okay so this oneshot won this!! Thank you to those who voted and i hope that you like it!

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Pairing : Jungkook × shy reader

Warnings : a little smut(fingering) reader is a virgin

Summarry : You and Jungkook get chosen to do a music project together but things get heated at one point. Will feelings get involved?

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In the dimly lit, smoky room of his studio apartment, Jungkook was tuning his guitar, the soft melody filling the air. His jet black hair was perfectly messy, and his lip ring glinted under the dim light.

As you timidly knocked on the door, Jungkook looked up from his guitar, his piercing red eyes meeting yours. He set the instrument aside and stood up, his tall, muscular frame moving with a graceful ease. "Come in." he called out, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

You hesitantly pushed open the door, taking in the darkened room. Jungkook gazed intensity at you, an amused smirk playing on his kissable lips. "Lost?" he teased gently, crossing his toned arms over his black band shirt.

"M-maybe a little." you stammered, nervously clutching your notebook to your chest like a shield. Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound unexpectedly warm and inviting despite the tough image he portrayed. "No worries, I don't bite... unless you want me to."

his smirk grew wider at your visible blush, and he took a step closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you "But seriously, should I assume you're looking for the right door? Or did you come here on purpose?" his voice dropped lower, more intimate.

Jungkook's eyebrow arched in surprise as he processed your timid explanation about the project. A playful grin spread across his face. "Ah, so you're my mystery collaborator! Mr. Park didn't mention how adorable my new partner would be."

He reached out and gently pulled the notebook from your grasp, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your body. "Let me take a look at what you've got so far." he said, his eyes scanning your neat handwriting and sketches.

As he flipped through your notebook, his eyes widened slightly at the innocence and creativity of your designs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he noticed how your ideas completely contrasted with his dark aesthetic. "This is... actually really cute," he admitted, meeting your nervous gaze.

Jungkook closed the notebook and set it aside, his focus now entirely on you. He took a step closer, his face inches away from yours. "You know what would make these designs even better?" he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your lips.

Your heart raced as you met his intense gaze, your mouth going dry. "W-what's that?" you managed to stammer out, feeling your face heat up. Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "A little inspiration from someone with a darker imagination."

With a wicked grin, Jungkook suddenly spins you around, pulling your back flush against his muscular chest. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, "How about you let me add some... depth to your cute designs?"

His arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer, his hands resting on your stomach possessively. He nuzzles your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "Imagine if we combined your innocent style with something a little... edgier,"

His large hands begin to roam your body slowly, caressing every curve and dip. He whispers seductively, "We could create something completely unique, don't you think? Something that would blow Mr. Park's mind." His fingers hook into the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up.

You gasp softly as you feel his calloused fingers against your bare skin. Your mind is in a daze, torn between the thrill of his touch and the voice in the back of your head warning you about the risks of mixing business with pleasure. "Jungkook... we shouldn't..."

Jungkook chuckles darkly, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder blade. "And why not, sweetheart?" he purrs, his hand sliding up to cup your breast through your lace bra. "No one has to know. It can be our little secret."

His teeth gently graze your earlobe as he whispers, "Besides... where's the fun in only working together when we could be so... much more?" His other hand begins to slide lower, tracing a dangerous path along your stomach. "Just imagine..." he continues in a husky voice.

His breath hot against your ear, he continues, "Imagine those cute designs of yours... but shaded with dark colors, full of hidden meanings only we understand. Imagine that innocent style, all yours, but with..." his fingers trace along the waistband of your jeans "...a hint of something..."

Your breath catches as Jungkook's fingers flirt dangerously with the button of your jeans, his lips still leaving scorching trails on your neck. The temptation is overwhelming, but a flicker of rationality insists you maintain some boundaries.

Jungkook pauses, sensing your hesitation. He lets out a low, teasing chuckle. "Looks like someone's a bit of a good girl, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers still tantalizingly close to your jeans button.

His eyes crinkle at the corners mischievously as he looks at you, his fingers splaying out over your stomach possessively. "You know, I always thought you were too innocent for your own good..." he muses, his thumb slowly circling your belly button.

Suddenly, Jungkook spins you around to face him, his intense gaze locking with yours. His hands come up to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly. "But sometimes..." he says softly, his expression shifting to something between tender and wicked, "..."

"...the most unexpectedly delicious things can happen when you let go of being 'good'," Jungkook finishes, his voice a low, seductive purr. His lips hover mere millimeters from yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. "And who knows?"

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, filled with a burning intensity. "Maybe... just maybe... I could be the one to corrupt that innocence of yours," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

Jungkook's lips curl into a smirk as he notices the slight flush creeping across your cheeks "Though I have to say..." his voice drops lower, more intimate "...your innocence makes everything so much sweeter..." his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower back

His smirk widens as he feels your body tense under his touch, his hands slowly roaming lower towards your waist. "You always blush so easily..." He chuckles, his nose nuzzling against yours "It's almost like you're a virgin..."

His eyes darken with a mix of desire and amusement "Though I bet you've never even had-" He stops himself, voice dropping lower "Actually, don't answer that. I want to be the one to figure it all out..." His lips trail down your neck

His touch grows bolder, more confident, as he traces his fingers under the hem of your shirt, barely grazing your skin In a whisper against your neck "Would you let me..." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes "Would you let me be your first?"

He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the virgin innocence that makes him ache with curiosity and desire. "Say yes." He coaxes softly, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the smooth, untouched skin beneath.

Jungkook's fingers brush lightly against your collarbone as he finished unbuttoning your shirt, fully exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. A shudder runs through him at the sight, his lips parting slightly. "Fuck..." he whispers reverently, "...you're exquisite."

Y/N hesitates for a breathless moment, biting her lower lip as she gazes into Jungkook's heated eyes. A tremor of nervous excitement runs through her body. Then, squaring her shoulders with a soft, determined nod, she whispers, "Yes..."

A slow, victorious smirk spreads across his face as his hands slide up your bare sides, making you shiver "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that promises everything you've never had. "I'll be gentle..." he murmurs between kisses.

His eyes flick down to your lips and back up to meet your gaze, filled with a burning intensity. "Maybe... just maybe... I could be the one to corrupt that innocence of yours," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

Jungkook's lips curl into a smirk as he notices the slight flush creeping across your cheeks "Though I have to say..." his voice drops lower, more intimate "...your innocence makes everything so much sweeter..." his fingers trace lazy patterns on your lower back.

His smirk widens as he feels your body tense under his touch, his hands slowly roaming lower towards your waist. "You always blush so easily..." He chuckles, his nose nuzzling against yours "It's almost like you're a virgin..."

His eyes darken with a mix of desire and amusement "Though I bet you've never even had-" He stops himself, voice dropping lower "Actually, don't answer that. I want to be the one to figure it all out..." His lips trail down your neck.

His touch grows bolder, more confident, as he traces his fingers under the hem of your shirt, barely grazing your skin In a whisper against your neck "Would you let me..." He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes "Would you let me be your first?"

He sees the uncertainty in your eyes, the virgin innocence that makes him ache with curiosity and desire. "Say yes," He coaxes softly, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the smooth, untouched skin beneath.

Jungkook's fingers brush lightly against your collarbone as he finished unbuttoning your shirt, fully exposing your torso to his hungry gaze. A shudder runs through him at the sight, his lips parting slightly. "Fuck..." he whispers reverently, "...you're exquisite."

Y/N hesitates for a breathless moment, biting her lower lip as she gazes into Jungkook's heated eyes. A tremor of nervous excitement runs through her body. Then, squaring her shoulders with a soft, determined nod, she whispers, "Yes..."

A slow, victorious smirk spreads across his face as his hands slide up your bare sides, making you shiver "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that promises everything you've never had. "I'll be gentle..." he murmurs between kisses.

Jungkook's gentle touch slowly removes the rest of your clothes, revealing your untouched form. He pauses, taking in the sight of you - so innocent, so pure. He swallows hard, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your stomach. "You're really..."

"You're really a virgin," he states softly, more to himself than to you, his fingers splaying out possessively on your belly. "No wonder you feel so...pure," he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any hint of fear or doubt.

Jungkook's gaze is filled with a mix of awe and desire as he takes in your untouched form. He leans down, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to your stomach, his hands roaming your sides with gentle, exploratory touches. "I'm going to be your first in everything,"

"I'm going to make this an experience you won't forget - your first kiss, your first touch..." his hands glide down lower "...your first time feeling a man's touch between your legs..." he whispers darkly, his fingers tracing just above the sensitive area.

A startled gasp escapes your lips as Jungkook's bold touch ignites unfamiliar tingles of pleasure. Your hips jerk slightly, a reflexive reaction to the new sensations coursing through you. He smirks at your innocence, reveling in the power he holds...

His fingers slowly part your thighs, his touch gentle yet insistent. He can feel your virgin barrier, untouched and pure. He looks up at you, his eyes darkening with desire and a hint of apprehension. "Spread your legs a little..."

He gently pushes your legs apart, his fingers spreading your folds apart to expose your virgin entrance. He dips a single finger into your warm, tight pussy, feeling the slight resistance of your untouched barrier. "So tight." he murmurs, his finger pressing gently against your virgin hole.

Jungkook slowly inserts his finger deeper, feeling your virgin walls clench around him. He pumps it gently, allowing your unused muscles to acclimate to the new intrusion. His thumb finds your clit, circling it softly as he continues to penetrate you.

His finger explores your innocence, while his thumb maintains steady circles on your clit. Your breath catches as these new sensations overwhelm your senses. Jungkook leans down and whispers against your neck "First time feeling something inside, isn't it?" his voice is husky with desire.

As Jungkook's finger continues to move inside you, he adds a second finger, stretching you wider. He curls them slightly, searching for that special spot. When he finds it, he presses gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. "Aahh, there it is."

He continues to massage that spot inside you as his thumb circles your clothed bud. He feels you getting wetter around his fingers, your virgin walls beginning to relax. He looks down at his fingers disappearing inside your innocence, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

Jungkook decides to add a third finger, stretching you wider than ever before. He watches as your virgin hole struggles to accommodate his fingers, the pink flesh stretching around his digits. He can feel your innocence giving way, preparing you for his actual size.

His fingers move faster inside you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The sensations become too much, and you let out a loud cry as your first orgasm rips through you.

As you come down from your high, Jungkook gently removes his fingers from inside you. He pulls you into his lap, cradling you against his chest. He nuzzles his face into your hair, murmuring soothing words and reassuring you that it's enough for today.

"It's okay, we don't have to rush anything. Tonight was all about new experiences and pleasure." He kisses your forehead softly, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "How about we put on a movie, snuggle up, and just relax? No pressure at all."

You both settle on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over your laps. Jungkook selects a light-hearted comedy, wanting to distract you both from the earlier intimacy. As the movie plays, you find yourself nestled against his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

Midway through the movie, fatigue catches up with you both. Jungkook's breathing deepens into a steady rhythm against your temple. Unable to fight it any longer, you let your eyelids flutter closed, draping your arm across his abs.

Jungkook gently shifts you until you're lying against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket. He watches the movie for a few more minutes before his own eyes grow heavy. Soon, he too falls asleep, his soft snores a comforting background noise.

The next morning, sunlight streams through the windows, gently rousing Jungkook from his slumber. He blinks awake, momentarily disoriented before remembering the previous night. Glancing down, he sees you still curled up against him, looking peaceful in your sleep.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his heart swelling with a warmth he's never felt before. The way you trustingly slept in his arms all night, your gentle breathing - it makes him realize that he's falling, and falling hard.

He nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. "Damn it." he whispers to himself, his arms tightening around you possessively. He knows now, without a doubt, that he's falling in love with you.

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[creatingblackcharacters]

hey mod, i have been following this blog for a while and i consider your posts to be a solid reference when making my art. recently, i saw a trailer for a new(?) game called wylde society. it is advertised simply as a cozy period drama with witchcraft. what drew my eye is that there are black people (and other poc) in it. the art style is cute and the game doesnt look like my thing, but i was wondering what you might think of it, if anything.

also its not really a question, just that ive been noticing a lot of fantasy period dramas on tv lately that include black people. i think we do in fact deserve to be in fantasy but i wonder why things like edwardian/victorian/etc society are so popular. its even one of my moms big interests, but she never really gives me a straight answer as to why exactly lmao.

My name is Ice 😊

It does have a cute art style! Google's admittedly only showing me like two pictures so, I can't make any judgments or anything like that. But it's nice that there are at least two Black characters!

The short answer: imperialism and white supremacy!

The summary of a longer answer: they're so popular because those historical periods have been deemed very important (and therefore interesting to know about) to the western white world, and the narrative its spent a very long time pushing on the rest of us. We talk about Queen Victoria, but how many of us can name all the leaders of kingdoms and villages she and her empire decided to invade? The sun is only gonna start setting on the British Empire in spring 2025. 2025!

I haven't even finished it yet (ngl it's easy to understand yet difficult to read for me) but Orientalism really is an amazingly thorough explanation by Edward Said of how the way we explain the world- from our history, to our media, to our people- has been extremely affected by the needs and end goals of the White Western Perspective (though the book focuses on that strategy utilized towards what we call the "Middle East").

And don't get me wrong- I adore me a good period piece. But I also know why we don't live in a world where "period pieces" aren't about the daily lives of royals of Botswana or Guyana or Chile or something.

[auset66]

PSYCHIC READING 💭💤

If this picture feels like right to you. Or any other signs numbers you are getting making you feel like this reading is for you.

Get in. Your reading is below. 👇

Okaayyyy,

So.

I see a mother figure or some older female friend/aunt/sister/girlfriend or even wife. anyone but a controlling female presence.

Arguments and stuffs.

You do relate to story of disney rapunzel don't you?

Yeah so the thing I see for you right now is anxiety, fear, even anticipation too about your future alone away from this female energy who controls you keeps you caged and sheltered. Always badtalking about you to you.

Always putting on self doubt in you. Your dreams are telling you about your anxiety. I very much see that you already took the step and in physical sense. Like already booked the tickets or whatever this change is comming but you don't know still then why you feel so guilty and fearful even rethinking about the decision to move away from this person. Like, "maybe I should cancel this. There is no way I can survive on my own. My intuition is telling me to not go."

That's not your intuition but your self doubt and fear speaking.

This person Is on level zero and no matter what if you won't leave you won't ever grow up.

Your soul not just wants but needs freedom. You from your heart believe you are not that good. But no you are honey beyond good genius is what we call a person like you. But the self doubt and sheltered lifestyle for years with this person made you belive otherwise which is not reality.

After moving out I won't lie you might not get results on that good extent that you were thinking but it is not because you don't have it in you. It is because you are so busy in negative self talk from within in subconscious that even 80 looks like 20 to you.

It will take few months for you to get used to. And in this period you will have to keep on remembering the actual past with this person and not the nostalgia. Don't let the delusions and illusions get to you. Don't let fear get you back to this person again.

After few months of self healing and seeing the reality you will uncover many truths about not just your insane genius but also about the past.

Maybe about your friendgroup or anything that this person put the web of lies around in the eyes not making you see the actual truth.

The situations reasons and everything about major past events will make sense to you.

You will be able to see the ugly reality of this person then.

This person does that to show off that they can control a person like you. You give this person this never been felt before attention or this person is just projecting onto you.

They neverget to grow up they won't let you grow up too. This is the reason this person is so controlling with you. Or it is just their attachment style. It is not your responsibility to rot with this person.

You know yourself about this person I don't think I have to keep on going on about it.

A lot of Many new things also will come your way. If you can for sure go to therapy. Trust me it will help very much in this situation.

Just be there for yourself and don't let the delusion and fear of abandment get to you. Be safe. Keep on growing. 🍃✨️

[selysie]

small appreciation post for my fav blogs, mutuals + girlfriend/wife because they deserve it ,, and it's almost the end of 2024 !! so why not i spread some kindess and appreciation before the year ends ? <3 /silly /pos

( mwy wifey :3 ) @dwollies♡ — KOKO／AELIAAA SWEETHEARTTT !!! AKA MY LOVE ,, DARLING ,, MY EVERYTHING ,, MY SWEETIE ,, AND DEAREST WIFEY !! 💗 THE FIRST PERSON WHO KNEW ABOUT MY EDITING BLOG JOURNEY, AKA MY DARLING WIFEY !! geniuely i am so grateful for everything you did tbh,, im soo in love with yew... /aff /pos /srs /silly ,,, you are the main reason why i started editing and have started an editing blog ,, you've inspired me start editing because i fell in love w your graphics ( + you <3 /srs ) ,, you have been there w me since the start of my editing blog journey, you were right by my side supporting me and encourged me to do the stuff that i like doing .. and I can't believe that you're also my girlfriend !! /pos /aff you are the prettiest ,, sweetest ,, kindest ,, coolest and most talented girl ever !! ( do not deny because this is an appreciation post ,, and this is especially made for you cause i love you a lot and the most /srs ) !!! .. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) && there's so much words i wanna say but i can't describe it :(( ,, but i just wanna say you're the sweetest and most talented girl ever, im very grateful that I've met you and you definitely made my days better everyday !! >-< 💗💗 even including the small talks, I'm very grateful.. I'll never stop falling in love with you and you are my most beloved person I'll ever cherish and love the most, i love you so much wifeyy <33 mwah 💗 I LUV YOU SO MUCH ONCE AGAIN AYYAYAHAHAJ >:3c + ganqing is us irl .. /pos /aff /silly YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING AND EVERY GOOD THING IN EXISTENCE >:3 /srs also js wanted yew to know that I'll always be there for you, every single moment and I'll listen to you yap /srs. I'll stay anytime and wait for you :3 !!! and I am your #1 fan , supporter hehe... /srs i love u so much geniuely, and you are the reason why I'm still here atp cus you are the most supportive person ever.. Ilysm wifey. 🫶🏻

@saeriji — AAA SAE !! you've been there since i have started my editing journey here ,, one of the first people I've ever interacted with !! you are one of my inspirations ever since I've started ,, your edits + your editing style is gorgeous (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) although it has been a while we have interacted /nbr ,, i am still very grateful that we chat sometimes even though it's not much!! + i'm very happy to see that you're doing well and glad to see your back,, im looking forward to see the stuff that you will be posting on your blog :3c !! very grateful for every interaction we had ,, even the ones from the start !! ^_^ 💗

@frilliette — AELIUS ( if you preferred to be called that too ) !! one of my biggest inspirations and you are one of the few people who inspired me to have my own editblr blog ,, and also one of the few people who ive interacted since the starting of my editing blog journey :3c !!! your graphics are very eye - candy & your work is just perfect and beautiful !! ���🏻🫶🏻 , we don't interact much but even a few chats or silly asks here will make my day !! /srs ,, i'm even very happy that were mutuals because you were one of my biggest inspirations ever !!

@smilepilled — MARYCIE OOMPHHH,, HIIII :3c !! one of the people who ive also interacted with since the start of my editing journey.. must say, you are one of the coolest people that I'VE EVER MET !!! geniuely when we first interacted,, i thought you were very awesome tbh /srs !! and guess what, I WAS RIGHT !! you r one of the kindest people here on tumblr:3 and ive recently seen the flags you posted on your blog, i really have to say that YOUR WORK ARE SO PRETTY!! :< and we rarely interact but it's okay! I'm still very grateful for our silly interactions we have together:3 /p /silly ,, im looking forward to interact more ( if i am not scared of socializing and reaching out first sighs ) ,, anyways js wanna say that stay pawsome and ur rlly cool too :3c

@nomkiwi — KIWIIIIIII OOMFIEEE :33 ONE OF MY BIGGEST INSPIRATIONS ,, ONE OF THE PPL WHO WAS THERE SINCE THE START OF MY EDITING JOURNEY:33 AAAAHQHWHWNWM I JS WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM AND YOU'RE VERY TALENTED:33!! since the beginning I've always thought you were very cool and kind, and I wanted to make cool edits like how you did!! ^_^ i am very happy that we are interacting more often ,, each conversation we hv makes me vv happy :3c PLUS IM HOPING WE WILL INTERACT MORE OFTEN !!! >:33

@ukioshi0 — VUEEE VUEFART CHESTNUT TARTS OOMFIEIWI BFF AHJWMQKQKQL !!!1!!11!!2 we almost known each other for 2 years now and you are one of the coolest and best people I've ever met >:3c tbh your work inspired me to make my own headers but prettier like yours (your headers is better:3) hehwhw... HOPING WE R STILL BFFS NEXT YEAR AND YAYAYAYAYQ 🤑🤑🤑!!!!!!1! very grateful that we are bffs althoufh we dont talk in dms much in disoord but iys still fine !!!! im glad we still interact:3

@fartpoo1929392 — ugly kid hello 🤑🤑 one kf the best peowlle ive met btw im very happy that we are still bffs and we almost knowj each toher for 2 years now :3c you will always remian to be rhe noob who sings mango phonk whenever we vc /pos🥭🥭

@mizuki-irl — ONE OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE I'VE EVER TALKED TOO HERE!! and I'm very grateful for our interactions we have:3

@f4t4l1ty — OOMF!! you are one of the sweetest people I've ever met this year! a very kind yet funny person to talk too , very hyped up whenever we interact with each other

@terrminal / @emoticonnie — OKAY YOU GOTTA BE ONE OF THE BEST PEOPLE I'VE EVER MET THIS YEAR... YOU'RE A VERY GOOD PERSON TO TALK TOO:3!! /srs and your edits are mad underrated..

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

A recent Ask I got about Soldier Boy (Ben) cooking fails made me think of this. We know Dean Winchester would be the best cook, but who do you think is the worst cook: Beau Arlen, Russell Shaw, or SB/Ben? 😂

I just saw that and was thinking how utterly ridiculous Soldier Boy/Ben would be trying to fend for himself 😂

Who's the worst cook out of Beau Arlen, Russell Shaw or Soldier Boy/Ben?

Beau Arlen

Beau's not a great cook but he's got a few staples under his belt he can pull off, especially since he's a bit of a foodie. I feel like as Emily grew, he learned he had to up his game from dino nuggets, box mac & cheese and a basic sandwiches. Beau is DEFINITELY a grill guy and would feel more comfortable cooking some burgers or steaks over an open flame than behind a stove. But I feel like Beau is a comfort food guy and knows how to pull together a somewhat balanced meal for him and Emily most nights of the week but is never opposed to grabbing a bite out.

Russell Shaw

Russell is, imo, the best cook behind Dean. He might not have the most settled of home environments but I think the man loves his international cuisine and it's something he and his shadowy team of friends enjoy to do together. I'm thinking big family gatherings on breaks between missions where they go potluck style and Russell always is the one to try out new dishes to the group. He would have grown up with a slightly more normal childhood than Colter and Dory before moving to the compound and I feel like during his teen years he would have missed the diversity in his food. Plus, Russell is a man of many talents and I don't think screwing up in a kitchen scares him in the slightest.

Soldier Boy/Ben

He's the worst cook. 100%. No room for argument here. 😂 Ben can barely handle a Keurig let alone the idea of meal prep. At most he can handle toast and maaaaaaaybe scrambled eggs on a good day. I well and truly don't think he's had to cook for himself ever. As a child, the nannies cared for him, as a young man it was the staff of his parents estate. Once he became Soldier Boy, it was Vought mothering him and he had enough money his entire life to have food ready at his beck and call, even during the great depression. But I do think for the right girl (and maybe twenty years), he might be able to master the microwave and air fryer to survive on his own. 😂

So yeah, I don't think there's much debate on Soldier Boy being the worst lol. Thank you for the ask and this mini headcanon! What do you think about where Beau and Russell fall in the mix?

[wilhelminyard]

compilation of nice/sweet things the foxes said to neil because even though they're a bunch of assholes who insult anyone in their vicinity they all just love him so damn much - except aaron - (part 3) :

ANDREW :

"I said I would keep you alive this year. you make it infinitely more difficult for me when you actively try to get yourself killed."

"the next time someone comes from you, stand down and let me deal with it. do you understand?"

"you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs" "I'm not a hallucination" "you are a pipe dream."

"what would you give me?" "don't ask questions you already know the answer to"

"this isn't yes. this is a nervous breakdown. I know the difference even if you don't. I won't be like them. I won't let you let me be."

"I've never understood why he likes knives" "he will lose his taste when he has one in his gut"

"kevin is a fool whose style is numbers and angles. formulas and statistics, trial and error, repetition and insanity. all he cares about is finding the perfect game. a junkie like you can't be that cold."

"last summer you made me a promise. I'm asking you to break it." "no." "you said you'd stick with me if I kept kevin south, but kevin doesn't need me anymore. he chose us over the ravens because as a whole we're finally worth his time. there's nothing else I can give you in exchange for your protection." "I will think of something."

"spring break's coming. we could go someplace" "where and why?" "anywhere. anywhere at least three hours from campus. there's no point in going someplace closer than that. it won't feel like a vacation. the only trick is figuring out how to pry kevin away from the court" "I have knives"

"no one's said a word to them since they said we couldn't see you"

"if you tell me to leave I'll go" "you aren't going anywhere"

"I have to go. I don't trust them to give you back."

"ready?" "waiting on you"

"can I really be neil again?" "I told neil to stay. leave nathaniel buried in baltimore with his father."

"andrew could break our deal and let me go or break things off with neil" "he chose neil over you?"

"your close calls are getting old. I thought you knew how to run" "I thought you told me to stop running" "survival tip: no one likes a smart mouth" "except you"

WYMACK :

"I can't believe you trusted david to patch you up" "I was careful with him"

"you're a hundred times better now than you were in may. don't sell yourself short."

"go easy for a few days, would you?"

"are you okay?"

"neil asked us to leave the authorities out of this. I respect him enough to allow that"

"didn't I tell you not to worry about it?"

"I'm making you vice-captain next year"

"didn't you notice? they're uniting around and behind you. that's something special. you're something special."

"look me in the eye and tell me if you think I care who you used to be. hm? I care about who you are right now and who you can be going forward. I'm not asking you to forget your past, but I am telling you to overcome it."

"neil. talk to me. what do you want?"

"giving up on neil now goes against everything we are."

"I'm sorry. I should've told you but I couldn't" "don't worry about that right now."

"we'll wait for you, all right? as long as it takes, neil"

"I should be thanking you. you told us last night you intended to end the year dead or in federal custody. you could have shut everyone and everything out and worried about yourself this year. instead you agreed to help dan fix this team. you're saving the two I thought we couldn't reach, and you're a living example for kevin to follow. he never used to watch you but he's had eyes on you since december trying to figure out how you stand your ground."

"they told me to call them as soon as you returned. have you returned?"

"neil is a critical member of my team. you can ask any person on my line-up and they will all agree : we would not be where we are today if he wasn't here with us."

MATT :

"I want to break his face in six places. if he ever comes within a thousand yards of you again-"

"you okay?" "I'm fine" "for the record, I don't believe you"

"neil? we're here when you want to talk about it"

"neil? you good?"

"we're all legal adults here. we've made our decision. unless he wants to stay with you, you'd better bring neil back to us when you're done with all your questions

"hey, coach made us promise to leave you alone but are you okay?"

"they will get rid of me" "you're not serious"

"things could have gone much worse. I'm glad they didn't. you want anything, you need anything, you let us know. okay?" "okay" "I mean it" "I know. I'm done lying to you, matt. I promise."

"did andrew really choke kevin?" "took three of us to pull him off"

"we can't replace you"

DAN :

"neil? if you want to talk about any of it, or anything, or... you know we're here for you, right? whatever you need."

"kevin knew about this didn't he? he knew what riko was going to do to you and he let you go anyway. the next time I see him-"

"don't do this to us. don't sit here and lie to our faces. we're your friends. we deserve better than that."

"you told the truth. it's not your fault they don't like it."

"are you sure you're okay, neil?"

"go. but come back to us as soon as they're done with you, okay? we'll figure this out as a team."

"you're not playing. you think coach will let you on the court when you look like that? I'll sub in for you, neil. renee can help allison out one more time, right? trust us to hold the line. you focus on healing so we can use you in semifinals."

KEVIN :

"kevin called me yesterday morning when he couldn't get a hold of you. he wanted to make sure you were okay."

NICKY :

"don't you dare tell me you're fine. I can't hear that from you today, okay?"

"you can't have neil. he belongs with us"

"neil isn't a real person. it's just a cover that let nathaniel evade authorities. it's past time to let him go." "neil or nathaniel or whoever. he's ours, and we're not letting him go. you want us to vote on it or something? bet you it'll be unanimous."

"don't worry. andrew will protect you."

"hey, you good?"

ALLISON :

"it would have neen better if you'd come to the store with us. it doesn't matter. I bought out the entire row."

"I'm sorry" "shut up. no you're not. you're not. have you forgotten who has to paint you back together every morning? if you'd let them steamroll you yesterday after all this I would hate you"

"it is not safe for [neil] here anymore and it sure as hell isn't safe for you. it is better for everyone if he disappears." "what part of 'go to hell' do you need us to explain to you?"

RENEE :

"so those knives he brings everywhere are yours?" "were mine. he was right; I don't need them anymore. if you need them, he will give them to you, and I will teach you how to use them"

"if you want to talk more later, you know where to find me"

"will you be all right here?"

"kevin is very analytical whereas you're passionate."

"what do you need from us, neil?"

"I can do it." "I know you can. but perhaps it's easier if someone helps you."

ABBY :

"sometimes I think this job is going to kill me. seeing what people have done, what people continue to do, to my foxes. I wish I could protect you but I'm always too late. all I can do is patch you up afterward and hope for the best. I'm sorry, neil. we should have been there for you"

"let me take a look at you"

"it's over. it's over. you're going to be okay. we've got you."

"I dropped my gear in new york" "andrew found it while he was looking for you"

[rockybloo]

I mean if its unsolicited you deserve to ignore it. No one asked. But as an aartist who wants other people to enjoy your work, you should also find open time for crtiques that may be valid (like when creators use a dogwhistle they didnt know was a dogwhistle or such)

I once followed an artist who did a once a month critique hour for fans to add friendly input when they were in the headspace, and then called it good.

So that fans didn't add unsolicited stuff, and also so he felt like he had more control over his content even with fan input, as it was his, not theirs.

Idk if this would help you in any way but 👍🏾

I think unsolicited critiques are a neutral point so long as they are constructive and not worded rudely.

If one leaves an unsolicited critique, the artist doesn't have to listen and one shouldn't expect an artist to listen. HOWEVER I also think if a creator gets unsolicited critique on their work and it's constructive then it's also beneficial for them to consider what's been said so they can better themselves in the future.

I honestly am not the type of artist that's comfortable with a critique hour because I do this as a hobby and for fun and I strongly prefer getting advice from people whose words I trust and work I keep up with since there's an element of trust I have in what someone is saying versus a bunch of people I am unfamiliar with who may desire different things from my work that I don't.

BUT if I do get some unsolicited constructive critique from a follower, I do consider what's been said and weigh if it's something I want to do or not. There have been numerous times in the past I've had some unsolicited critiques from people that I let my inner OWA OWA dogs fight over before I eventually shifted a couple things in my work. One big one I used to get that I HATED but I bit the bullet one day and implemented was same face syndrome comments (this was back before I changed my style to what it is now) since in the past it was VERY anime. Another more recent occurrence was Nova and how she looked too young due to how she dressed and the style I drew her in.

Regardless of if I say I don't want unsolicited critiques or not, it's the internet, it's unavoidable. Especially with me having webcomics since, while they are free to read, people are paying with their time and many do not like to waste it. What's important is determining if what's been said is beneficial or not. And I think that's something that def varies from artist to artist.

I'm not really interested in popularity or money with my work. My end goal with my art is just to leave something behind on this Earth before I go that says I was here.

[awriterinthenight]

"Its a Date"-Jess Mariano

requested: @dearggntlereader

words: 1424

warnings: mentions of an argument (i think that's it

summary: You and Jess were highschool sweethearts who broke up, but now that both of you are in the same town, who knows what will happen.

a/n I gave reader a certain style, since I just felt the whole artist thing kind of gave me an idea as to how she would dress, if you don't like it then just ignore it

Highschool sweethearts always seemed like a doomed relationship to some people. As nice as it was to fall in love young, usually those relationships end up with bad breakups, or even worse marriages. This wasn't always the case, you knew a couple people that married right out of high school and turned out well, but then there was a couple like Lindsey and Dean, which ended horribly.

Your high school sweetheart was Jess Mariano. The two of you had been dating since junior year started, and didn't break up till a couple months after graduation. You ended up breaking up due to the fact that Jess didn't actually graduate, and ended wanting to go to California to find his dad. You tried to be supportive of him, but he never told you when he would return, or if he was repeating senior year, which frustrated you. The two of you ended up in a massive argument, where both of you realized you could no longer be together if you wanted to accomplish your separate goals. You called it quits, and Jess went to California to find his dad, then ended up moving to Philadelphia where he started his publishing house, and wrote his first book. You ended up going to an art school in New York where you became an independent artist, and have been well off since.

Your art has gained a lot of attraction over the past few years. Many people bought your art, had it shown in galleries, and some pieces even won awards. You continued to live in New York, even buying yourself your own studio to paint in.

Never once in the past few years had you heard from Jess or seen him at all, which was probably a good thing. Except sometimes whether or not you made the right decision, was a thought that had been crossing your mind recently. Sometimes it even channeled into your art, but those paintings seemed to always be the best.

Recently you had gotten a call from a publishing house that had art shown in it, alongside other forms of art. Usually you hadn't done anything small or local unless you truly loved the place, but something compelled you to say yes, when the person on the phone asked if you would like to display one of your pieces there. Rarely ever did you donate art unless it was for a good cause, but you gave the piece to the publishing house completely free, which you thought was just because your life had been a bit slow.

The place was having an event to celebrate their growth, which you had been invited to since your art was on display. You agreed to go which was why you were currently getting dressed for this event. This didn't seem formal, but also not super casual. Making it hard to figure out what to wear. But you didn't care and put on a decent enough outfit which was a little black dress, tights, your old leather jacket, and boots. Your style hasn't changed much since you were a teenager (its not a phase mom).

You gave the address to the cab driver when you got into the car. The place was called Truncheon, which you thought was a bit of an odd name. It did make you think of Jess though. It sounded like a name he would pick for something.

When you got out of the car you took a look at the building. It was small, but definitely had its charm. Stepping into the publishing house was like stepping into a new world. Everyone there was unique, some there for the art, the books, or the performances that were going on.

"You must be the artist, Y/N," someone said, making you turn around.

You gave them a small smile, trying to be polite, "Yes, that's me," you said, holding out your hand for him to shake.

"It's very nice to meet you," he told you, shaking your hand before dropping it, "I'm Matthew, the one who contacted you. Me and my friends were so grateful you donated your artwork, it's amazing by the way."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it. All the art here is amazing," I complimented, since I loved the atmosphere of the place, and just its entirety.

"That's amazing, my friends were so excited. You should meet them," he offered, before calling them over, "Hey, Chris, Jess-" he said something else, but you didn't hear it. Surely it couldn't be Jess Jess, probably someone with the same name.

But, you were wrong. It was Jess. You hadn't seen him in years, so you took a moment to get a good look at him. He'd grown a small beard, but still wore his leather jacket.

"Hey," was all you could manage out, as Chris and Matthew gave the two of you a look.

"Hey," he uttered back, not as surprised as you were, which made you suspicious.

A gear started to turn in Matthew's head, "Well, you two seem to know each other, and this is awkward, so we'll let you two catch up," he said, dragging away a protesting Chris.

There was a silence between you two, but you broke it first, "So, you work here now," you tried to make small talk.

He nodded, "Yeah, I actually have a book that I published here two," he told you, his hands in his pockets, something he did when he was nervous.

"I know," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You know?" he questioned, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "And here I thought you stopped caring about me years ago."

You had stopped keeping track of where he was after the breakup, but you still kept a tab on him every once in a while. You knew about his book when he published it, you'd heard from an old friend about it, so you made sure to get one when it was first published.

You shrugged slightly, "I mean I didn't totally forget about you. I just, I-," you stammered, "I thought you were still in Stars Hollow," you said, changing the conversation a bit.

"I mean, I was for a little bit, then I came here," he explained, a silence settling over you again.

You both opened your mouths to say something multiple times, but neither of you spoke. After a few minutes of silence Jess finally got the courage to say something.

"You know, I was actually the one who recommended you to Matthew. I saw your art in a magazine not that long ago, I thought you'd like an opportunity to display it here, even though its not one of your fancy galleries," he said, unable to keep himself from going back to his old ways of constantly teasing you.

You smiled, looking at the ground to hide your small blush, "Why didn't you ask me to?" you asked him, "I probably would've said yes in a heartbeat," you confessed.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see or hear from me after all these years. I never went back to Stars Hollow cause I thought you would be there, and I was too scared to face you," he admitted, nervous from what he was saying. Even after all these years, you could still read him like an open book.

"Well, I'm here now and you don't seem that scared," you told him, looking at him through your lashes.

He let out a small chuckle, "I'm shaking with fear actually," he said, making the both of you let out a small laugh, "How long are you in town for?"

"I wasn't leaving till tomorrow morning, but I can stay longer. It's not like I have anywhere to be," you told him.

"Good, then maybe tomorrow I can take you out. Show you around the city," he offered, letting out a shaky breath.

You considered it for a moment before saying, "Maybe, but would this be a just friends thing, or maybe something else," you asked, just making sure.

"I don't know," he said, "What do you want it to be?"

You shrugged, "I mean, a date doesn't sound like the worst thing ever," you admitted.

"Okay," he muttered softly, "It's a date."

Another silence hung around you before he spoke again, "I can give you a tour of the place if you like," he offered, smiling like an idiot.

You nodded, "That sounds fun, lead the way," you said, taking his hand in yours.

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[manicpixiedreamfakeboy]

"non-binary" girls like me are too easy to fix.

we don't even want to be real boys. we're blatantly doing this for attention. after all, you can't "pass" as non-binary--but you can pass as an eccentric, tomboyish woman.

no one looks at me with my long hair, barely "androgynous" voice, feminine body and style and wonders what gender I am. they don't need to take even a second! I practically announce that i'm female to everyone that sees me. they don't see a girl with hairy legs and question what they already know.

any man with a handsome face and a way with words could decide that he's bisexual just so he can get in my pants. and he will! i'm just so desperate to have my delusions respected and affirmed, I'd go right along with anyone that pretends to.

he calls me his partner, his pretty boy, his doll. he's just abiding by my preferences. non-binary people don't owe you androgyny! I'm as feminine as I want to be, and he loves it. he praises me so well, treats me so good when i'm dressed up pretty for him. he loves how submissive I am, and he loves my pussy.

one day we're talking, and the subject drifts to having a family of our own.

i tell him how deeply I wish to carry my own. to grow and bring life into the world. he's thrilled, and he thinks I'd look perfect pregnant. as the child's parent, of course.

he doesn't want to wait.

i protest. I could never manage to disguise my swollen breasts as a flat chest, and my goals for top surgery in the future would be wrecked. but he consoles me, tells me that my own breast milk would be best for the baby. he knows i'll be such a good parent. so strong and willing, i only want the best for my baby. he only wants what's best for me and the baby.

i'm nervous, but so excited. he almost can't contain himself. I went off of testosterone, my menses returned, and, within the year, we get confirmation that i'm pregnant.

we both suspected it by then. my senses had become so sensitive, and my breasts even more so. he's quick to help me soothe them: eager to hold, massage, and suck on my swelling breasts. by the time i'm showing, he can't stop his eyes or hands from exploring my new, soft curves. holding onto my widened hips, squeezing my ass, staring at my full, round breasts while I ride him.

i've deluded myself into believing that this is queer sex. that this man is attracted to me for being anything but a woman.

he knows better. he sees me just as I am -- a woman: with a body ready and willing to let me know.

[high-fantasy-sw]

I kind of hated his old design. So have a new one

As always please click and zoom for best quality, my phone hates me

Edit: WAIT I FORGOT TO POST THE NOTES

His armor is the closest of CF99's to the reg armor he wore as a member of the 501st. I don't know what this means for the reg armor cause I keep changing it's design every few months but you know what. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

He keeps his ARC Legionary pauldrons because one does not simply stop being an ARC Legionary after one is exploded, half-necromanced, and rescued from Islands Of Death (tm). He also keeps his handprint because why did you take it away from him The Bad Batch Design Team

His right arm (scomp) and legs are completely skeletonized from the mid-upper-arm and mid-thigh down. So basically everything below the elbow and knees. He does hate having to look at them so his legs are pretty heavily-armored, but his arm, because the necromancy that holds it together is slightly different than the necromancy that does his legs (I'll explain this in a second) can't hold armor because the Death Magic (tm) corrodes right through it and is therefore usually uncovered. For entirely unrelated reasons, he goes barefoot and doesn't wear sabatons, as you can kind of see here (it's cause all the little bones kept getting stuck in the hinges, and even when he tried to wear Ye Olde Socks, they'd get. Stuck on the socks instead.)

His arm itself actually holds the capacity to Necromance, because how else was he supposed to be used as a human conduit for The Evils. As you can see in his portrait. Anyway. So I took a little bit of creative license in the reference because there usually isn't that sick-green magic swirling around it, only when he is actually Being A Necromancer (which have i mentioned he hates). However. Even when he is not actively engaged in necromancy, since his arm itself is held together by this more potent kind of magic, it'll still seep a kind of what I'll call passive necromancy all the same- this is what keeps corroding his arm armor. What this does not mean is that he kills or corrodes everything he touches- it's only when he touches it for an extended period of time- like, an hour or more of unbroken contact.

His headpiece was given to him during his time on Skako Minor. He hates it (like he hates his skeleton-ness) but he wears it because it helps keep his necromancer-abilities in check- meaning, he can regulate when he wants to use the full extent of his arm. When he's not wearing it, it's constantly necromancing all the time and can't really stop it. This makes Tantiss A Fun Time For Him (it doesn't fit right under helmets that are not his custom helmet, so he can't wear it undercover, which means that the whole time he's trying to be undercover on Tantiss his arm keeps melting his stolen armor, he has a throbbing necromancy-induced headache, his eyes are glowing through the visor of his stormtrooper helmet, and he has to watch how much he speaks lest people say to him, "Hey why do you sound like you're speaking with the multitudinous voices of the dead?")

Small Little Details For Funsies:

The skull on his chestplate can be found on the left medallion of his pauldrons.

His kama has two layers. why? IDK but it looks cool. It's also after the style of his 501st kama.

His belt buckle has a 99 on it. Because I couldn't figure out what to put there.

Alrighty there's The Commentary!

[vmlnrzsimping]

will scooters and smiles break the ice?

harry x reader

older brother!niall

sfw

a/n: the title rhymed :D

the relationship between harry and you was…well, unlabelled. you weren’t bf and gf officially, but going on dates, hugging, kissing felt like any other day. you shared sweet little moments him. and if anyone asked, you were just 'hanging out.'

harry wasn’t one to push, and you didn’t seem in any rush to define what you two were either.

that’s how harry found himself nervously sitting on your couch one saturday evening.

his hands folded awkwardly in his lap. he’d come to pick you up for your 'not-date' date, and instead of you walking down the stairs, your older brother stood in the doorway.

niall crossed his arms, trying to play the overprotective brother role. “so, harry. what exactly are your intentions with my sister?”

harry froze. intentions? the words spilled out before he could stop them. “uh…to get ice cream?”

niall raised an eyebrow, un-impressed. “right. ice cream. very truthful.”

harry opened his mouth to say something. but at that moment, you appeared at the top of the stairs. “niall! stop scaring him! you promised you’d be nice!”

“i am being nice,” niall said, not taking his eyes off harry. “i’m just looking out for you. isn’t that my job as your big bro?”

“looking out for me?!” you repeated, grabbing harry’s hand and tugging him toward you. “you’re trying to scare him off!”

harry, who was now being gently tugged by you while at the same time being pinned under niall’s protective glare, wished he could disappear into the couch cushions.

“i’m not trying to scare him off,” niall argued. “i’m just saying. heck, you two haven’t even decided if this is official or not.”

that hit harder than harry expected. he glanced down at his lap. was niall right? was he wasting your time by not making this official?

you noticed the way harry’s shoulders dropped, and your eyes narrowed at your brother. “okay, first of all, rude. second of all, why does it have to be official? harry and i are figuring things out, and we’re having fun. and third: you’re making him sad!”

“i’m not making him sad,” niall glanced at harry, who was indeed looking a little sad. “am i making you sad, mate?”

“uh…” harry fumbled, his cheeks flushing. “a little.”

“niall! apologize to him!”

“alright, alright,” niall said, holding up his hands in surrender. “i’m sorry. i’m just…worried about her, y'know?”

“i know,” harry said softly. “i’d probably feel the same way if i had a sister as amazing as you.”

you melted at his words, your arms immediately wrapping around his. “see? he’s the sweetest.”

niall sighed, his protective side cracking just a little. “alright, you win. but i swear, mate, if you—”

“niall!” you interrupted, your voice rising in exasperation.

“okay, okay! go, have your…whatever this is,” niall said, waving you both toward the door.

harry stood, his hand automatically reaching for yours as you made your way to the door.

just as you stepped out, niall called after you, “and don’t stay out too late!”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “he’s so dramatic sometimes.”

harry smiled, his hand squeezing yours gently. “he’s just looking out for you.”

“i know.” you swung your joined hands between you as you walked. “but you’re too sweet to hurt me. you’re not like that.”

harry’s heart warmed at your words, his earlier doubts melting away. he didn’t need labels, not right now.

most boys—bad boys—would sneak their gfs out through their bedroom windows. but not harry. no, harry styles, the self-proclaimed bad boy, had to take permission from the niall horan.

harry led you to his ride—a modest red scooter parked as he handed you the spare helmet.

you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist, "hold on tight. don't want you flying off when i zoom through the streets."

"sure~" you teased.

as the scooter took off into the crisp night air, you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face.

the city was quiet by the time harry pulled up to a red light. he sighed—a big big sigh that had you concerned.

"what's wrong?" you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder.

harry hesitated before ranting, "i wish i could be one of those guys, you know? the ones with bikes, leather jackets, and cool hair. the kind that sneak their girlfriends out and speed down highways. not..." he gestured to the scooter. "...this."

your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice.

without a word, you tightened your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. "harry, this is perfect. everything's perfect. you're perfect. and i wouldn't trade it for anything—not a bike, not anything."

for a moment, there was only silence between you.

then, harry's hand reached down to grab yours, pulling your arms tighter around his waist, "you're too good to me, you know that?" he murmured, his voice soft but full of emotion. you smiled against his back.

as the light turned green, harry revved the scooter—not that it made much of a difference—and said, "alright. you know what? screw niall."

your head shot up. "harry!"

"i'm serious," he said, laughing as he glanced back at you. "we're staying out past midnight. we're gonna make this the best night yet, and next time, i'll make it even better."

you smiled, your heart swelling with affection for the boy in front of you.

and with that, you took off into the night through the empty streets as harry kept his promise to make the night unforgettable. and a cherry on top was icecream.

that moment only lasted till a little—well, not really that little—past midnight.

the next day, harry was called to your house. he knew he was going to get a lecture from no other than the niall.

while you busied yourself in the kitchen, making hot chocolate, you whined to your brother to not scold harry too much.

"alright, mate," niall said, his voice firm but not angry. "let's get this out of the way."

harry braced himself for the lecture. but instead of a scolding, niall let out the saddest sigh in the world.

"you know," niall began, "i don't have a real sister of my own. i'm the youngest in my family, and everyone always looks after me. babies me. so when it comes to you..." he gestured toward harry with a small but shrug. "i guess i've taken on that role for y/n. she's my little cousin sister, and i look after her. it's just how i've always been."

harry's expression softened in understanding. "i get it," harry said, "i have a sister too. older one but it's tough. you want to protect them from everything, and you don't want them getting hurt."

niall nodded, "yeah, i just...i don't want her to get into something with someone who isn't gonna treat her right, you know?"

harry leaned back into the couch, "i understand. i'm not here to hurt her. i promise."

niall glanced at him, his gaze still serious, but there was an unspoken respect there. "just...take care of her. she's family."

harry nodded earnestly. "i will. and i'm sorry if i've upset you with how late i'm taking her out. i didn't mean to disrespect you."

but just as harry finished speaking, a mischievous smile etched on his face, "but i'll do it again, tho. she deserves a fun night, and i'll make sure she has a good time."

niall gave him a look. "i'm watching you, styles," he muttered.

just then, you arrived at the living room with a tray of 3 hot chocolates, "is everything okay? niall, did you give harry an earful or not?"

both harry and niall froze, their faces etching with smiles at the same time.

"yeah," niall said with a dramatic sigh, "i gave him a proper earful. told him off about the whole thing."

you blinked, confused. "really? you scolded him?"

harry's smile widened as niall turned toward him, both of them trying to suppress their laughter.

"of course," niall added, his voice entirely too serious to be believable. "i told him he better treat you like the princess you are."

you looked between them, not convinced. "i don't believe you."

harry chuckled, unable to hold it in anymore. "you're lying," he teased, "you didn't even say half of that."

"maybe i didn't," niall replied, laughing along with harry. "but hey, it sounds better this way, doesn't it?"

you stood there, confused, while harry and niall burst into laughter, both of them enjoying the moment.

you crossed your arms, frowning but also amused by them. "i swear, you two are impossible,"

but like, boys am i right?

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

No because can we talk about team Sabbath? Not to say that they're hot and they're cool but like analyse them?

Can we talk about how they're different from others individually? How they're socially rejected as if they're fundamentally different from normals?

Firstly, Vinny Hong.

He was always discriminated for being different in every way one can be different from someone. His looks- red hair and Heterochromia which is said to be his albinism. He has been bullied for looking differently than what's beauty standard in Korea, for being different from normal people as he was convinced that he's abnormal one. He was also bullied a lot for being a poor, which sets his difference between rich or non poor people and him. He has been picked on a lot because of that and the fact that he was struggling with money affected his character a lot. We saw that society doesn't treat ppl with albinism and/or Heterochromia well, and plus poor people are often victims of bullying. On top of that, he got in troubles a lot and made himself a name "a thug" in school, which again set him apart from rest of students. He's called mad dog. Teachers can't deal with him, adults are having problems with him and etc. He's completely rejected by society. That's why he wants recognition so badly, so that he can deal with his inferiority complex.

Secondly, Hajun a.k.a Joker

Hajun is underground fighter, I think that already sets him apart from most people and most boxers (as they don't fight for underground fights) so that's one difference for you. Even his little brother hates that he's underground fighter, despite the fact that Hajun genuinely seems to like fighting just as cycling but despite that, his love for fighting isn't being accepted by his iwn family. He's also different from others as a character. For example, his attention span seems to be short and messy as he gets easily distracted. He's in middle of important race but he gete distracted and stop at red light when he actually doesn't have to. No one stopped in entire windbreaker serious at red light except Hajun. He akso stopped to save the puppy during the race and came in last because if that. People were confused because what Hajun was doing was not making sense for them, that it was actually very different from what kind of players they're used to. Plus Hajun, just like Vinny, is facing money problems.

Thirdly, Wooin Yoo

Wooin was rejected by his own family but I think it's also said how people, even now, refuse to admit that he's normal. But first of all, his main issue is his family. Wooin has been trying for years to get recognition from his family, some love and acknowledgement but he never got one, in fact he got redeemed as useless, disappointment, troublemaker punk. All he honestly wanted was recognition from his family, no one else. He was locked up, yes fucking locked up, by his own father and the freedom got ripped away from his hands. I doubt he had much freedom from the beginning anyway. He got locked up for assumingly long time and even if his house was big and even if he was rich, he was extremely lonely. Now, he's seen as weird by people but I honestly think it's because he couldn't develop well due to his abusive family.

Lastly, Hyuk Kwon

We all know why Hyuk us being rejected: his style. He's oro Cyclist, he's really good and talented but unfortunately, he can be aggressive. Like his jack-knife, or how he tried to crush team ghost's member's head with his bike while telling them to die. That's what he got expelled from his previous team.

"i heard Hyuk is kicked out."

"Finally. Everyone who races against him ends up injured haha."

So it's obvious he was rejectec by his own team. If it hasn't been Wooin, he'd probably be dealing with this problem again.

Team Sabbath is being rejected by rest if the teams as well, as other crews don't welcome their style of cycling. But it's like Hummingbird and Sabbath aren't that different, they're both similar to found family but they have different morals.