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wreckedandpolemic · 5 months

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6,98,99. Sorry for the multiple numbers, they just work so well together.

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my kink is karma - matty healy

(mdni) in which your ex wants to give you a birthday treat. too bad for your boyfriend. 2099 words.

warnings: cheating, semi-public sex, daddy kink

Firstly, you’d like to say that you’re not a spiteful person, thank you very much. But fuck if it doesn’t feel good to run into your ex drinking alone while celebrating your birthday with your friends and your shiny, new boyfriend. Matty salutes you with his glass when you spot him, and you ignore him pointedly. He won’t fucking leave it alone, though — that’s always been his problem.

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine,” says Matty, low in your ear as you go to order yourself another drink at the bar. You hope he doesn’t notice the shudder that runs through you at the sound of his voice. “Whatever she’s having on my tab, yeah?” he adds smoothly, and you roll your eyes.

“Oh, well, in that case, I’ll have a bottle of the most expensive champagne you’ve got,” you grin. What? He’s got the money for it, and you aren’t going to turn down a free drink on your birthday, of all days. Matty shrugs when the bartender looks at him to confirm, and she hands you the bottle in a cooler.

You turn to leave, go back to your friends, but Matty takes hold of your wrist, gentle enough that you could break out of it. Something stops you, though. “Happy birthday,” he mutters. “Thought about callin’, but…” he blows out a breath. “The way we left things, I didn’t know if you’d wanna hear from me.”

Feigning casualness, you shrug, pretending like the reminder of your heart-wrenching breakup doesn’t tear at you all over again. “Yeah… Well, you’re here now,” you say matter-of-factly. “How’ve you been?” you ask, despite knowing the answer. Over the last six months, you’ve taken some kind of twisted pleasure in keeping tabs on him, in watching his life fall apart.

The two of you split in April, leaving you forced to move out of the apartment you loved that was in his name, nine days after you’d paid your half of the rent. June, he got arrested in a drunken bar fight; July crashed his car, the car he loved more than almost anything, leaving it completely written off; August, the girl he’d been seeing since suspiciously soon after your breakup left him with no warning. Meanwhile, you’ve had a promotion, gotten into the perfect relationship and everything is falling neatly into place.

Your reaction to him being around is involuntary, you tell yourself, fucking Pavlovian. You were together for three fucking years, of course your body still responds to him. It’s still learning what it’s like to live without him. Matty sighs, and you jolt out of your reverie as you remember you asked him a question. “Not great,” he admits. “Drinkin’ alone on a Friday night not tip you off?” he says, bitterness tracing his tone. “And yourself?”

“Oh, I’ve been great,” you say blithely. “I’m making great money, I’m in love, properly this time,” you can’t resist adding. “And you just bought me a bottle of champagne and told me everything sucks for you! What more could a girl want on her birthday?”

Matty scoffs. “You’re still the same,” he says coolly. “Bratty when you’re not getting fucked right, huh?” he adds, your stomach swooping at his words.

You don’t know what makes you admit it, some heady combination of mixed drinks and Matty’s presence for the first time in months overcoming all sense, but you murmur, “M’not. He’s not as good as you. S’the only thing I miss.” You try to weaken the admission.

Matty’s eyes light up, and you groan internally. “Is that so?” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stumble towards him when he tugs on it, a sickening pulse of arousal dripping down your spine. “Got everything you want, huh? Even down to your perfect little boyfriend. But you think about me when he’s fucking you, don’t you?” he breathes, something hard and dangerous in his tone, your heart thudding traitorously as he leans closer.

“I… That’s not true.” you say, but the wavering of your voice betrays you, and he smirks wickedly.

“You can’t lie to me, baby. I know you too well.” The statement lodges in your throat like you’ve dry-swallowed a pill, the truth ringing disgustingly clear. “What do you say? You want one last good fuck, for old times’ sake?”

You should pull away. You need to pull away. You have to pull away. But you can’t. “Once a cheater, always a cheater,” you say. Matty’s eyes darken, but you know he took note of the most crucial element first: it wasn’t a refusal.

“I never cheated on you,” Matty says seriously. “I did a lot of other shit, I know I did, but not that. Never that.”

You swallow hard. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“One more time. One more fuck. I need you out of my system,” you breathe, and you could almost cum from the filthy look on his face. Guiltily, you slink to the bathroom, casting furtive glances around and praying nobody spots you trailing after Matty and slipping behind a locked door.

Matty slams you against the door the second it shuts, devouring you in a harsh kiss, teeth and tongue sliding together almost violently. Having his hands on you again feels horrifyingly good, nauseatingly familiar. He’s hard, you can feel as he presses his body against yours, and you whimper pathetically into his mouth. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Matty groans, like he can’t help himself. “Makes me sick. Been fuckin’ dying for you, baby.”

“So hurry up,” you snap. “I know you’re here alone, but I have people who care, and not much time before one of them notices I’m missing.”

“Such a brat,” Matty teases. “Need a good fuck to shut you up, yeah? S’alright, baby. Daddy’s here now. Gonna give you what you need.” The bottom falls out of your stomach and his words, a helpless, strangled moan escaping you. “Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?”

“N-no,” you stammer. “He… he wouldn’t understand. You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.” Your skin feels like it’s on fire, your mind dizzy with desire, the words spilling from your lips without permission.

You’d forgotten how it feels with him, how Matty gets you sick with lust, thick and palpable in the air of the small room. “Good girl,” he croons. “Bend over for Daddy, yeah? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

You obey, the sight of your reflection sickening. You look fucked-out already, flushed red and panting. Matty’s hands come to rest on your hips, stroking appreciatively over the curve of your ass and pushing your too-short dress up around your hips. Torturously slow, he pulls your panties off, motioning for you to step out of them when they hit the floor. “I’m keeping these,” he says, slipping the scrap of lace into his pocket. “Something to remember you by, yeah?”

Wrapped up in his touch as you were, the reminder that this is a one-time thing shocks you like you’ve been doused with ice water. Right now, you don’t have a fucking clue why you even broke up, not when his fingers are so achingly close to your dripping core. “God, Matty, please!” you choke out, widening your legs desperately.

“Give me a minute, baby. Missed this pretty cunt so much. Gotta make sure I don’t forget a thing, if this is the last time m’gonna get to have you.” He brushes his fingers through your folds, your body jolting at the barest touch over your swollen clit. Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,” he promises, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

You squirm, cold porcelain biting into your thighs. You hear the sound of a foil wrapper tearing open, and before you can process, Matty slides into you, your knees buckling at the sudden fullness. “F-fuck,” you whimper, the feeling of being wholly surrounded by him familiar as he thrusts deep into you, pleasure cascading over your bones.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Daddy’s gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name,” Matty promises, shushing you soothingly as you whimper. His hips slam against yours, ecstasy flooding your veins as your thighs bash against the sink. He fists a hand in your hair, dragging you up to meet your own gaze in the mirror. “Look at yourself, baby. Look how gorgeous you are, falling apart on my dick. Right where you should be, hm?” he murmurs, heat flooding your belly as you watch yourself take his cock over and over. “He could never fuck you like this, huh? Whose girl are you, really?”

“M’yours, Daddy. Yours, still yours, all yours,” you babble, cunt clenching wantonly around him as his smirk grows and his pace speeds. You moan horrifyingly loud when he hits that spot inside of you, too dizzy with desire to control your noises.

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah? Can’t let anyone know what we’re doin’ in here, that this lying fucking bastard has you split open and begging on his cock.” He throws your words from your final fight back in your face, pinching your clit meanly and fucking you deep. You can’t hold back another whimpering scream, and he scoffs. “Needy little whore can’t keep quiet, huh?” he murmurs, sliding two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you suck on them, your moans muffled as saliva pools under your tongue.

Heat scorches through you, every thrust of Matty’s hips and grunt that falls from his lips sending an illicit spark of pure pleasure racing up your spine. You can’t think, can barely breathe, choked in desperate lust that drips out of you and soaks him. He’s right, you can’t remember anything but him, his name circling your head, denting your brain out of shape. Nothing but Matty, Matty, Matty. “This fuckin’ pussy drives me insane, baby. Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

His words cut through the fog in your mind as Matty slides his fingers free from your mouth to let you answer. “What do you mean?” you stammer, your disloyal heart skipping a beat.

“We had issues, yeah. But we were good together,” Matty murmurs, rubbing distracting circles into your clit, training you into giving the right response. “I’ve had a lot of time to think over the last six months. About us.” He slams his hips against yours on the final word, pleasure roiling in your stomach, every muscle in your body stringing taut. “I want another try. I know it would be better this time. I’d be better,” he promises, nails digging possessively into your hips.

“Matty, I–” You’re at a loss for words. His face crumples almost imperceptibly; if you weren’t so attuned to him, you wouldn’t have known.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?” You nod wildly, his circles over your clit getting tighter and faster and you whimper helplessly, but you don’t miss how he’s stopped meeting your eyes.

Ecstasy winds around your veins, sticky, hot desire pinning you still as Matty fucks into you. “Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp out, the tension in your body finally breaking, stars going supernova behind your eyelids. Your legs tremble, your entire body going limp as waves of pleasure swirl in your stomach and buffet your organs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,” he promises, and a split-second later you feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the feeling of his cum spilling in your cunt sorely missing.

It takes a few moments before your legs have stopped shaking enough for you to stand, Matty supporting your waist as you clutch your abused muscles. “We should… I should get back out there,” you say, raking your fingers through your hair in an effort to tame it. You both look well-fucked, the question of how you’re going to explain your absence rattling around your mind. Matty meets your eyes one last time, looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“When you get bored of him, call me. I’ll be waiting.”

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mochidoie · 9 months

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kim doyoung x reader wc - 8.7k genre - very slow burn, frenemy to lovers (light banter), coworkers!au, roomates!au warnings - a small kiss scene

You and Doyoung coexist in two specific ways: cohabitation and as coworkers. However, your friendship, if you can call it that, is far from besties and more on being cordial with one another. Nonetheless, in this dreary corporate world, he is the only one who just gets you and despite his coldness, he feels the same about you.

Doyoung annoyingly types on his keyboard in the cubicle next to you, completely disrupting your concentration and general workflow. Groaning, you hope that it was enough to signify how irritated you were. However, instead of the obnoxious typing coming to a halt, it intensifies tenfold and catches the attention of everyone else who sits on this floor.

Embarrassment washes over your body as you forcibly stand up and peer over the short wall that divides both of your desks. “Knock it off.” You gently smack the back of Doyoung’s head and he winces forward, looking up at you immediately with a glare.

“I’m seriously going to report you to HR one day.” He whispers, his threat just barely sounds legitimate. Doyoung is the greatest at bluffing and empty threats.

“Well today won’t be the day. You’re typing so loud that it could be a noise complaint.” Rolling your eyes, you drop back down into your seat. Smoothly swiveling your chair back to the intimidating project blown full screen on your monitor, you dread every minute of being here. Your day is full of reports, documentations, and boring project meetings.

You’ll have small talk about the weather in the break room over some watered down coffee made by a machine and happy hours on random days of the week at the nearby upscale restaurant.

You’ll run into someone from another department on the elevators and feel awkward for several floors until one of you finally gets out. Hiding in the bathroom is the only escape from the depressing gray carpet and fluorescent indoor lighting.

“You could make this a more enjoyable workplace if you didn’t sigh every three minutes.” Doyoung walks around to your cubicle, crossing his arms like the prick he always is.

“I’m sighing because you keep typing for all of the world to hear you.” You turn in your chair, facing him once again with your lips in a line. “Get out of my space.”

“I’m not in your space.” You watch as he slyly backs up from the wall, the tips of his shoes barely skimming the invisible line that crosses into your cubicle. “What is the bad mood for today?” Doyoung raises an eyebrow.

You despise when someone points out your attitude, it just feels completely unnecessary to bring up in conversation. However, you are normally less mean to him and Doyoung was a sensitive individual. “Rough start this morning, my bread got jammed in the toaster and flat tire on my way to work.”

“This is why I tell you to use the oven and to carpool with me. The carbon footprint we could minimize by just using one car is astronomical.” He shoves his hands into his pressed pants pockets, “I guess this is why I didn’t see your car in the lot this morning.”

“It’s in the shop. I’m out of a car for about two weeks because they found something wrong with the engine or something.”

“Just your luck.”

You groan, “are you just going to nag and pity me, or are you going to offer me a ride home?”

Doyoung puts his hands up in the air, as he often speaks with his hands. “You’re always welcome to ride with me. You just normally refuse.”

“Yeah, because it looks weird if we got into the same car together.”

He shrugs, “people already know we live together. What’s the big deal about it?”

“It’ll look like we’re … you know… Together.” You keep your voice down to a whisper, afraid for any nosy ears listening into business they aren’t a part of. Doyoung nearly throws himself forward laughing at your shifty eyes and your sheepish statement.

“Seriously? I think people can tell we’re far from ever being together.” Ouch. Not that you had any romantic interest in this vile man, but it was a bigger blow to your ego if anything.

It’s also the way Doyoung says it. It’s pure mockery, a joke that you even though there was a slim chance at the consideration of you two being together.

You shrug him off, ignoring how snobby he is being. “People make rumors. Someone who isn’t close to us can see me getting into your car and get the wrong idea.” Turning around, Doyoung takes the signal that he probably pissed you off more than he intended to.

He sighs and walks up behind your chair. Placing two hands on your shoulders, you slightly flinch at the sudden physical contact. Doyoung leans down to whisper gently into your ear, “let them think what they want.” It sends a shiver down your spine and you don’t have a snarky comment to say back to him.

The sound of his shuffling disappears as he returns back to his side and resumes his typing. You aren’t excited to tackle the task in front of you, if anything, you wish Doyoung annoyed you for a bit longer.

The suffocating dullness of the office wrings any ounce of creativity out of you. You’re like a wet towel that was left too long out in the sun and now you’re all dry and crunchy.

A swoosh notification catches your eye, a new email from your manager in your inbox for you to worry about. Letting out another sigh of the day, you’re wondering what minuscule thing she needs now. The subject line already has you rolling your eyes and did you really want to open it? Not really.

FROM PATRICIA A.

HALLOWEEN CELEBRATION: HH AT 127 BAR AND RESTAURANT

Hello Team,

I hope you’re all having a productive day so far. Our VPs have organized a company happy hour for all to attend. Please refer to the infographic attached to this email for information in regards to the Halloween happy hour event that is being held next week at the 127 Bar and Restaurant.

RSVP through here by the EOD on Friday. Your attendance is highly encouraged as this will be a chance for everyone to network and chat with our VPs. Appropriate Halloween costumes are mandatory for attendance to be considered. Hope to see you all there.

Best, Patricia A. Regional Manager

“Costumes, are you fucking kidding me?” You hear Doyoung over your wall, followed by a ferocious clicking noise.

“Don’t worry, Kim. You won’t need one, you’re already scary looking as is.” Jumping up, you place your elbows on the counter of his wall and peer over him. Doyoung rolls his eyes and stands to level the eye contact.

“You might want to get one, don’t want our VPs to get too scared seeing your face.” His eyebrow raises as he watches your face contour in disgust. He scoffs, closing his laptop and putting his monitor on sleep mode. He makes his way out to the hallway.

“Where are you going?” Your nosiness gets the best of you, not that you actually cared much about Doyoung’s whereabouts.

“On my way to ask our pretty receptionist what costume she’s going in.” He smirks, making a direct line toward the elevators. Slumping back into your chair, you hover your cursor over the RSVP link. Another damn happy hour.

Doyoung whistles his way out of the elevator as it dings on the lobby level of the office. Around the corner, he is met with the office receptionist with her hair neatly framing her face and red lips curving into a smile as she greets him.

“Good afternoon Daisy, how are you today?” He rummages through the candy bowl full of mints and dental gum, despite never really caring for sweet cavity inducing treats.

Daisy leans forward on her desk with her sweet smile never leaving her pretty face. “I’m good, how are you?” She knows Doyoung as the man that would often stop by at random hours of the day for small talk and a mint. Not entirely knowing that he was mostly there to see her, she indulges in the light conversation with the nice man.

“Happy that it’s Thursday, as usual.” Doyoung tears the mint wrapper with his teeth. His forearm is placed comfortably on the counter of the desk as he leans forward chatting with Daisy.

“Friday is so close.” Daisy says excitedly, clapping her hands together in a cheery youthful manner. “Any weekend plans?”

“Probably going to see the new movie in theaters with a friend.” Truthfully, Doyoung never really has weekend plans set. He spends his weekends indoors and locked behind his door. A true mystery as to what he does behind it. “Not sure though, I’ll see how I’m feeling in the morning.”

“Yeah, I get that. I try to get out of my house during the weekend so that I’m still productive, even though all I want is to relax in bed.” She chuckles and instantly, Doyoung smiles at her relatability and honesty. Her energy is contagious, he always feels a burst whenever he speaks to her.

“Hey, I mean to ask, do you have a costume in mind for the happy hour next week?” Doyoung suckles the spicy peppermint, rocking it back and forth between each cheek. Daisy ponders for a second and he finds an opportunity to make a very bad joke. “Anything to do with flowers perhaps? Because you’re Daisy.” He laughs at his own joke and she lightly gives in to such a corny question.

“That would be funny,” she laughs, “but I’m not sure if I can attend. I let Patricia know that I’ll be attending my boyfriend’s sister’s engagement party that night.” What a glass shattering moment as Doyoung was not aware that Daisy had a boyfriend. Then again, a woman like her wouldn’t be stuck being single and moping about her sad love life like his own cubicle roommate coworker, y/n.

“Darn, we’ll miss you there then.” Doyoung finds a way to exit the conversation, knowing his heart is already breaking thinking about Daisy spending her weekends out and about with another man. The fantasy of her is ruined.

“Aw, thank you Doyoung.” Daisy reaches underneath her desk and pulls out a familiar looking earbud case, “also, are you able to hand this back to y/n? They dropped this on their way in, but they were already rushing into an elevator before I could catch them. You two are dating, right?”

Doyoung’s lips part open in shock, hearing those words come from Daisy’s mouth entice a strange feeling. His initial reaction is to deny it, clearly, but she looks at him with such awe that he doesn't know what to say. “Where did you hear that?”

“Oh, I overheard a few people chatting about you two. I think people said you two moved in with each other after 5 months of dating.” Daisy innocently explains. “My boyfriend and I could never move in together, at least, not yet. I feel like we have to hit that two year mark before deciding to do so.”

He chuckles awkwardly, unsure what he is more surprised about: Daisy’s boyfriend or the fact that there are actual rumors that he and y/n are dating. “We’re not dating, just roommates. We’re not even really close.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I really thought you two were dating. Please don’t tell them I said anything.” Daisy covers her mouth and Doyoung accepts the earbuds.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” He forces a smile, bidding a small see you later to Daisy before heading back upstairs to his boring job. The dating rumor invades every part of his thoughts as he tosses the case back and forth between his hands. He is going to murder whoever spread such a heinous lie.

“Maybe we should stagger when we leave. I’ll go first and start my car, then you come down ten minutes later, walk around the lot and then get into my car.” Doyoung nibbles on his granola bar, leaning against the sink counter. Drying your tupperware, you stare at him in confusion.

“Why such an elaborate plan to just go home?” You question.

Doyoung shakes his head at you, as if you don’t think about the potential risks lying ahead. “Like you said, people start rumors so we should be careful.”

Halting all your actions completely, you blink blankly at a nervous Doyoung. “You heard something, didn’t you?”

“When did I–”

“Doyoung, I will rip that granola bar out of your hand. What was it?”

He neatly places the wrapper back on, setting it down and crossing his arms. “There are rumors of us dating and that we moved in with each other after five months of dating, which in itself is already ridiculous. Obviously, I would wait longer than that to move in with my partner because you never really know if you’d last with that person and then, you’re stuck in an awkward living situation if you ever break up.” Doyoung huffs and puffs.

Your facial expression doesn’t change, remaining completely unamused and blank as you listen to this man aimlessly derail from the main point. “Thanks for that.” Your tongue clicks and sarcasm laces your words. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“You have to be right all the time, don’t you?” He scoffs, annoyed and grows impatient with your lack of reaction.

“Uh, with you? Most definitely.” You laugh, which Doyoung does not expect. “People are so bored here that they’ll make up the weirdest out of pocket thing about someone else. Us interacting is enough ammo for them to shoot some made up scenario.”

“How are you so unphased by this?”

You pack up your lunch boxes into your bag, “because I know none of it is true. I can barely stand you.” Pausing, you turn to face Doyoung fully. Your hand lightly pats his chest and he watches your every movement, the distance between the two of you closing in. “Like you said, let them think what they want.”

Now, it is Doyoung’s turn to remain speechless at the statement. He should really listen to his own advice.

When you were desperate for a place to live, it did come to your surprise that Doyoung came to your rescue. You two are very distant friends from college, a more accurate title would be acquaintances. Being in the same few clubs made him a familiar figure, but never anyone you personally got close to or spoke much with.

However, there was no harm in networking post-grad. If anything, it became an advantage to come from a big club with so many people aligned in the same field to gain insight into different companies, internships, and potential job offers. You landed your current adult job with the help of a few connections and chats at career fairs.

Nonetheless, the offer to move into Doyoung’s apartment was conditional. He had been laid off of his previous work and had to find a new job as soon as he could. Doyoung was able to land the job at your current company through your referral and you were approved to be a co-signer on the lease of the apartment. It felt fated to be and everything fell into its place perfectly, if only you two were compatible.

The thing with Doyoung is that he always gave off a vibe that he was stuck up and prude. You also had an impression he didn’t like you during college due to you sleeping with his friend, Jaehyun, and breaking his heart when you didn’t want a relationship with him. When you first moved in, you gave Doyoung a lot of leeway but he always treated you coldly. At some point, you had enough of it and decided that he should get a taste of his own attitude.

Nevertheless, your friendship worked better this way. You’re not entirely sure of the psychology behind it, but Doyoung seemed to communicate with you easier when you were at each other’s throats. All those enemies to lovers tropes you would read growing up were finally making sense to you.

You two did grow closer when living together, but definitely not to the point where you two were best friends. Doyoung still kept you at arm's reach and so did you. There are a lot of things about him that you didn’t know about, it was quite actually last month that you learned that Doyoung had an older brother. It was only because he had stopped by to drop off some food for him from his mom.

Doyoung is not the type to warm up to someone quickly, resembling a locked cabinet and a key that is lost somewhere. He is just waiting for the right person to find it. Due to this, you two live very separately at home. Doyoung is quick to rush into his own room and you’re often the one to wander around the living space before finding your way back to yours.

So on this random weekend, you’re wondering why there is a soft knock at your door. Kicking the blankets off of your body, you rush over to open your closed bedroom door to reveal a messy bed hair Doyoung in his bunny pajama pants.

“Hey, good….” Doyoung checks the time on his phone to be sure, lifting one eyebrow at your sleepy expression. “Evening.”

“What do you want?” You groan, ready to let the door hit him in the face. “I get enough of you at work.” You rub your eyes to rid any junk stuck on your lashes.

“Since your car is in the shop, I was wondering if you needed a ride to run any errands or to grab food. You haven’t left your room the whole day, so you must be hungry.” His eyes dart left and right, avoiding eye contact as best as he can. Doyoung looks so sheepish, like a deer caught in headlights.

You can’t help, but laugh. “Aw, are you caring for me right now?”

His face contours into complete disgust. “Not really. I just don’t want to find your dead body in the apartment and potentially get sued for negligence.”

“Well, I’m not hungry.” In that moment, your body couldn’t have had better timing. Your stomach rumbles loudly and Doyoung just blinks at you until it passes.

You both break out into laughter, “fine, what are you getting for dinner?”

“There’s a new place in town that I’ve been eyeing. A bit upscale, if you’re down.” Doyoung starts walking toward his room, eyebrow raised and waiting for your confirmation.

“You’re paying.” You close the door before he could protest. You and Doyoung have shared a few meals together, but nothing consistent. It’s not awkwardness that stops the both of you, but that there really isn’t much to chat about over a plate of food. Besides work, you two don’t share any of the same interests or the same circle of friends.

On top of that, Doyoung would never open up over a sirloin steak. He barely opens up with a bottle of wine. You’ve given up trying to interrogate him with endless questions about his personal life, he never really asks about yours anyways.

Though, meals with Doyoung aren’t entirely dreadful. His refined palate and hefty paycheck allows for you a delicious culinary experience. You’d never admit it, but eating with him was much better than eating alone.

Dressing for the occasion, you step out in an entirely new and refreshed vibe. Doyoung nearly chokes at the sight of you, not used to seeing you all dolled up and well, nicely dressed. Unintentionally, the accents of your colors match and Doyoung takes note of it, not throwing much of a fit as he usually would.

“Matching is not a bad thing.” Doyoung clears his throat, hands slipping into his pressed pants and obvious aversion to eye contact.

“Matching with you it might be.” You snicker, but loved your attire too much to change into something else for the night. Both of you head out for dinner and you catch a whiff of something vibrant as Doyoung follows into his car.

“New cologne?” The strap of the seat belt rustles in the quiet vehicle. Doyoung doesn’t say anything, turning on the engine and pulling out of the parking space with ease.

There is a long moment of silence, at this point you’ve concluded that he probably completely ignored your question. However, after a few blocks, Doyoung follows up with his own inquiry, “you like it?”

Raising a brow, you’re finding his behavior quite peculiar tonight. It’s a bit unsettling and rather confusing. “I prefer your usual clean scent. This citrus doesn’t match you.”

Without a word of protest, Doyoung grins to himself at your words. Though, you’re too busy scrolling on your phone and participating in the usual silent atmosphere of the car ride.

“Have you thought of your Halloween costume for the happy hour?” Doyoung delicately cuts into his flank, twirling the piece of meat in the brown gravy that was neatly swirled on the plate.

You shrug, popping the broccolini into your mouth. There hasn’t been much thought about that email since it dropped in your inbox. If anything, you hadn’t even considered the fact that it was already October. It felt like just yesterday you were on a rooftop bar in the warm summer sunset.

“Any ideas?” You pat your hands on the cloth napkin on your lap, eyebrow raised toward Doyoung. Not that this man would give you any good ideas, you’re already settling on your last ditch effort costume you always went as during your college years.

The restaurant is incredibly fancy, way more than you had been anticipating when he had mentioned it being a little upscale. It is moderately loud inside, but nothing above light chatter and the jazz music still audible over the voices. You two had been seated right away, the hostess having starry eyes the moment she saw Doyoung walk in.

The waiters referred to you with proper titles and offered the wine of the night, placing it in its own separate small table. Anyone could have mistaken you and Doyoung for being a couple on a date, perhaps celebrating an anniversary or a nice date night.

While at any other occasion you would make it incredibly obvious that isn’t the case, the food is too immaculate for you to care. The tenderness of your meat is melt worthy and the taste of garlic butter hits your palette lovingly. You were too busy indulging in the meal before Doyoung had spoken.

“Maybe something with a mask.” Doyoung responds after a rather long thoughtful silence.

Your face deadpans, rolling your eyes at how silly it was to even ask him for a serious suggestion. “Ha! So funny.” Your sarcasm bites at his skin.

He flinches slightly at your tone, but places his fork and knife on the white table cloth. He wipes his lips with his napkin, “I’m not saying it to be mean. I meant it as a masquerade.”

“Why would I wear a mask the whole night in front of our VPs?”

Doyoung shrugs in return, “isn’t the point of Halloween pretending to be someone you’re not? Or trying to hide behind a facade?”

“That’s too philosophical. Halloween is about tricks, treats and pumpkins.” He laughs at your explanation, bringing the rim of his wine glass to his lips.

“That’s one way to view it.” He unbuttons his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. Your eyes wander before your mind could remind you it's Doyoung you’re gawking at. “I might go with a mask, like a masked prince of some kind.”

You laugh, “yeah, I’m sure Daisy will swoon over that.”

Doyoung doesn’t smile, instead he clears his throat uncomfortably. “She has a boyfriend and she’s not going.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that your work crush has been diminished.” You pout, quite insincerely and mockingly. Doyoung scoffs at your statement, rolling his eyes at how he’s willing to entertain this.

“It was never going to work out anyways. She thought you and I were together.” The statement nearly causes you to choke on your wine. He raises an eyebrow at the slight break in your careless reactions.

“Wow, it traveled all the way to our receptionist. That’s how you know the whole office practically knows about it.” However, he read it all wrong as you began to speak. Your nonchalant answers bring Doyoung no reassurance as he watches with a quizzical look as you eat your mashed potatoes.

“Maybe you like the thought of us being together.” Doyoung snickers. He doesn’t mean it, but he did want to shake up the atmosphere to see how playful he can get with you.

You kick his shin under the table and he lightly jumps, “calm down, prince. Don’t want the commoners to know how much of a narcissist you are.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you grumble. The mashed potato now tasted a bit sour from Doyoung’s jokes.

“C’mon, seriously? Do you actually think that I’m a narcissist?” Doyoung places a hand on his chest, as if you could be referring to anyone else. He is so dramatic, you think to yourself as you see him tap away a fake tear.

So you decide to be truthful and slightly hurtful, simply because he asked for it. “Yes, I genuinely do at times.” Your powerful tone in your words shocked Doyoung a bit, his head shaking a bit from the actual truth.

“Oh,” He clears his throat awkwardly, halting his playful demeanor. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to come off that way.” This is the first time you’ve seen him completely vulnerable in his apology. It is a sharp difference compared to his usual snarky “my bad” or “oops”.

The hurt on his face is evident, pursing his lips on the rim of his wine glass and the thoughts flooding his heavy head. A part of you feels guilty, wondering if a line had been drawn.

“Unfortunately, you’re still a likable person as people say.” You clear your throat and shift nervously in your seat. Doyoung looks up through hood eyes at your compliment, but holds back the grin that itches to form on his lips.

Something about his gaze almost makes you falter, “why did you choose such a fancy place for dinner?”

“Because I genuinely wanted to see what this place was all about. I’ve been hearing Greg from Finance brag about how he’s eaten here for the past two weekends.” Doyoung lightly taps the table with his index finger, like a habit he couldn’t grow out of.

“You let Greg of all people talk you into a $200 bill?” You can’t hold the laugh back because of how ridiculously easy Doyoung can be swayed by someone else’s opinions. “And what do you think about dinner tonight?

Doyoung may have mistaken the implication in your question — if there even was one. He halts his rhythmic tapping, sitting up to straight out his wrinkled shirt and gazing upon you right in front of him.

“Dinner was…” The bill lands on the edge of the table and Doyoung flips open the book with one flick. He breaks focus from you for a quick second to look at the final grand number on the thin piece of paper. You barely get a glimpse, as he places his card down and shuts it swiftly.

His eyes back fully on you, “most definitely worth it.” The smile on Doyoung’s face isn’t menacing or mockery, you’re completely convinced that it’s a smile meant for you. And, you’re unsure how to interpret the butterflies that flutter at the pit of your stomach.

As if the day couldn’t get any worse, you walk into work with everyone in some bizarre work appropriate costume and staring at you as if you’re the odd one out. Your costume is in your bag, which Doyoung so graciously let you leave in the trunk of his car before coming in. However, you’re wondering if it's too late to dash back outside to grab it so you fit in with everyone else.

“Good morning, y/n!” Daisy, a very chirpy and red painted smile, greets you routinely. Cute flower clips line her hair perfectly and the all green attire can only mean one thing: she is a flower. “What’s your costume?”

Laughing nervously, you’re finding a way out of this small talk. “It’s a surprise! You’ll see when we all leave for happy hour tonight.”

“I might be going before then, but please stop by if you have the time to get it on earlier.” She happily smiles, bidding you a small “have a good day!” before returning her focus back to her screen.

The elevator stops on your floor and it’s as if Jack Skellington came overnight and vomited Halloween all over the cubicles. There always has to be that one coworker who is obsessed with the holiday and they lovingly decorated the office before everyone came in. Including yours and Doyoung’s cubicle.

You’re awkwardly shuffling past your coworkers, saying small good mornings and getting weird looks. However, you’re trying very hard to not draw attention to being the only one not dressed up. A tiny baby pumpkin sits in front of your monitor and a neatly wrapped ghost cookie with your name written on a post it note awaits you.

“Good morning!” Your coworker’s head pops from over the wall and incites a startled scream from you. Of course, she’s laughing giddily at successfully scaring the living out of you.

“Hey Mariel, good morning. Did you make these?” There is no second guessing who else would be this enthusiastic about Halloween than Mariel is. She talked your ear off the day it hit October 1st about ghouls, goblins, and ghosts.

She even had a spooky countdown calendar of the days until the 31st. On top of that, she was the only one overly excited about the Halloween happy hour the moment the email hit everyone’s inbox.

“Of course. I do a baking side gig, I had to bring in a few spooky friendly treats for everyone in office!” She rests her chin on her palm and squints her eyes at you, “where’s your costume?”

Your palms immediately get sweaty. It’s like disappointing a kid on Christmas by telling them that Santa isn’t real or your mom buying you a nice and modest dress for graduation, but you accidentally stain it. The nervousness to answer creeps up your throat and before you can speak, a voice answers for you.

“Isn’t it classic of y/n to dress up as an office worker?” Doyoung stands up in his cubicle to interject himself in the conversation.

Mariel nearly loses a lung from how hard she laughs at Doyoung’s corny attempt at a joke. “It’s actually classic of the both of you to not wear your costumes to work.” She adds, wiping the tears from her crinkled eyes. “What’s next? Matching costumes?”

“Mariel, it’s a surprise.” Doyoung plays it off smoothly.

“Let me guess, Barbie and Ken?” She taps the counter, like a buzzer on a game show to lock in her answer. You’re already shaking your head and Mariel frowns.

Doyoung sighs loudly and dramatically, “I know, Mar. I’d be such a good Barbie, but y/n didn’t want to give that to me.” Oh god, he’s good.

You laugh along, stiffly. “Well, that was the end of our potential matching costumes. We went our separate ways and you’ll see mine later today.” It is enough to get Mariel off of your back about not dressing up at work. Hurrying to settle your things, Doyoung walks around to your side.

“Did you see how beautiful Daisy looked?” He muses, daydreaming about the whimsical fantasy of the office receptionist. “Must be a lucky guy.”

“She looks like a true flower.” You’re mindlessly unloading your essentials from your work bag and only half listening to Doyoung ramble. “Damn it, I left my coffee in your car.” Throwing your hands up in frustration, you’re already running late for your first meeting of the day with your supervisor.

Doyoung doesn’t wait a second to push you back into your seat, thinking you could make a quick sprint if he had handed you his keys. “I’ll get it for you. Patricia already asked about your whereabouts.” He smoothly reaches over your shoulder to grab your laptop, the usual scent of his clean cologne brushes your nostrils lightly as the distance between you closes briefly.

Your heart is pounding in your ears at the proximity, looking up at Doyoung’s long exposed neckline with his collarbones barely peeking out from his linen shirt. Under this dreary fluorescent office lighting, Doyoung looks rather dreamy.

Nonetheless, you shake off this sudden and weird daydream when he hands you your laptop and makes his merry way to get you your coffee. You’ve got to be losing your mind, the mundane suffocating atmosphere of an office space is causing you to seek any thrills. You’re being delusional. You could never have feelings for Doyoung, of all the people, never Doyoung.

You come back from your meeting to your coffee neatly placed next to your monitor on a coaster and your bag with your costume in your chair. Silently, you grab your tote and rush off to the bathroom to change before anyone could notice your appearance and sudden disappearance.

It wasn’t an extravagant costume and it was most definitely not the store bought ones from a pop-up Spirit shop. A black cat has been your go-to DIY last minute costume since college for those rendezvous frat parties or a drunk Halloween night out with your friends. Since it had to be work appropriate, a sexy black cat is out of the picture.

Smoothing the strands of your hair to adjust the cat ear headband, you give yourself small whiskers with your black eyeliner. “Here’s to Halloween.” A small grumble to yourself, you’re out of the bathroom and briskly walking between cubicles in your slightly form fitting all black attire.

Your head down and laying low, hoping that Mariel doesn’t notice your costume before you get to your own corner. Making it down the runway, Doyoung’s back is turned and completely working his life away. Somehow, your presence behind him causes a breakaway and he’s spinning around before you could hide back into your cubicle.

“Thanks, Doyoung.” A small murmur escapes, but Doyoung hears you loud and clear. He doesn’t say anything, instead, his eyes rapidly take in your figure and change of attire. The cat ears on your head cause him to blush, something he didn’t know you could do to him so easily.

“A recurring costume, I’ll admit it’s better than my mask idea.” He gestures, awkwardly clearing his throat at the weird tension that rose from his obvious gawking.

You’re puzzled, “I can’t recall a time you would’ve seen me like this.” It’s true, you two never spent a Halloween together since you had moved in with him and perhaps, those drunk college nights are too hazy for you to be too sure of yourself.

Doyoung chuckles to himself, peering down at his hands as he delightfully remembers the vivid memory of him catching a glimpse of you for the first time. “Halloween, third year. It was at the NCT yearly ‘Monster Mash’ party. I saw you briefly in the kitchen, looking through the empty bottles of liquor for a drink.”

Then it hits you! That was the night that you had arrived late to the party and almost ditched when there was no more booze left, but you encountered Jaehyun.

“That was so long ago! Wow,” your finger resting on your chin and looking back on the good ole times, “I can’t believe you remembered something like that.” Your voice grows smaller at the end of your sentence, full realization hitting you that Doyoung has known you before you had known him. He kept that memory to himself all these years.

Doyoung, also equally as shocked, feels caught in headlights. Nonetheless, something in his heart wants to open up to you and this feels like an open door opportunity. However, he isn’t sure if he is ready to ruin the dynamic the two of you share. What if he opens more than you’d take? One foot in the door, he can’t imagine this fleeting feeling would come again.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head that night.” He wholeheartedly admits and a heavy tug pulls at your heart. Your jaw drops slightly at his confession and your thoughts are running at godspeed. Doyoung’s heart is pounding in his ears.

Before you could say anything, Mariel is walking back to her cubicle and is quick to address your costume. You’re half hearing her, mind still stuck on Doyoung’s words and wondering how differently your lives would have been if Doyoung had approached you that night instead of Jaehyun. What could have been?

Rustic wooden panels cover the walls of The 127 Bar and Restaurant, giving it that upscale cabin/lodge-feel. Cobwebs lined with plastic spiders and pumpkins with ghoul expressions litter the corners of the counters. Festive Halloween music is muffled by the loud ambiance of chatter. You’re already counting down the hour of when it's socially acceptable for you to leave.

Coworkers dressed in costumes is a silly concept to you, mainly because you don’t associate anything fun with work and you definitely don’t want to see your coworkers in anything else besides their slacks and button ups. Doyoung, however, beats that exception as he walks in with a black velvet cape and fake blood dribble down his chin. His suit vest is surely something straight out of his own wardrobe and there is way too much hair gel slicked in his hair.

“A vampire fits you much better than a masked prince.” Whether it is meant as an insult or a compliment, Doyoung smiles at your comment.

“A black cat and a vampire, can we be any more cheery?” Doyoung says sarcastically, earning a small laugh as you look upon your very dark attires for the night.

Shrugging, you lightly pat his shoulder to guide him toward the VPs. “We all can’t be Daisy. She takes the cake for having optimism in this cruel corporate world. Now, let’s go get our attendance points so we can leave earlier.”

“A black cat mind reader? That elevates your costume a bit.” Doyoung smirks, leading the way to a doomful 15 minute conversation with important people.

Doyoung surprises you by how social he can get. You two normally attend the usual happy hours that your coworkers like to have after work, but that is mostly among a few that sit on your floor. This mixer included every department and Doyoung jumps conversation to the next with ease and speed, you could hardly keep up.

“Okay, social butterfly. I haven’t heard you talk so much since college club meetings.” Raising an eyebrow, you’re stopping Doyoung from approaching another coworker dressed as a skeleton.

“I haven’t seen you this quiet in a while. What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” He blinks at you with a dull expression.

Suddenly, you’re feeling self-conscious at how he noticed your silence. “Corporate happy hours aren’t my thing. I don’t particularly have interests with any of these people.”

Doyoung purses his lips, “yet you seem to talk endlessly with me and we have nothing in common.”

Clearing your throat, you’re unsure of this strange feeling in your chest. You and Doyoung have commonality in background – school, clubs, mutuals, profession – but interests seem to be way far out of scope for the two of you. While the few dinners you two would share are rather silent, it doesn’t eat you alive the same way corporate social events do. Despite the forced close proximity, you don’t know if you and Doyoung would actually be friends with each other.

“Right, but it’s different for us.” Trying to save the sinking ship seems harder to do as you rack your brain for an argument.

Doyoung tilts his head slightly, “different? How is it different?” In that moment, there is a shift in his demeanor as he tucks his hands into his pants pockets and leans back slightly on his heels. A hooded stare, eyebrow raised, and a smug smirk waits to hear how your relationship with Kim Doyoung is so different compared to your other coworkers.

Feeling small under his gaze, you’re wondering why a heat travels across your cheeks. The Halloween music and robust atmosphere are completely tuned out at this point. “We have common things to talk about besides work, like mutuals! I don’t know– you just get me. Lately, I feel like you’ve been opening up a bit more.”

Doyoung nearly beams hearing the last part of your ramble because he feels exactly the same. You just get him, despite always being at each other’s throats. He knows that this banter would not work with anyone else, it had to be you.

It’s like with each interaction, you get closer to the key in unlocking everything about him. Without your knowledge, he so badly wishes you to be the one to find it.

“Hey you two!” Greg from Finance wraps his arms around Doyoung’s shoulders, appearing rather abruptly and startling the both of you. “How was your date at Bodega 127?”

Your eyeballs nearly fall out of your socket at the word date being thrown carelessly when referring to you and Doyoung. Doyoung reacts quite nervously and is shocked as well at the odd choice of wording Greg decided to use.

“I wouldn’t call it a date...” Doyoung chuckles, exchanging anxious glances with you.

“Yeah, we’re not together.” You jump in with Doyoung at denying such a bold accusation.

“Oh, come on! There’s no need to feel embarrassed. The whole office knows already, what’s the point in trying to hide it?” Greg continues to poke the bear.

“I can see how it might come off that way, but Doyoung and I aren’t into each other like that.” Your eyes bounce between a skittish Doyoung and an overly-pushy Greg. “Right, Doyoung, you don’t like me that way?” You’re begging him with your stare, but for some reason, Doyoung hesitates long enough for you to notice.

“Uh yeah. We’re just coworkers.” He averts making eye contact with you and you’re thrown off your tracks at how off-putting he is being. You’re trying to hold back the confusion from showing on your face, but Greg takes the bait.

“Okay, I’ll stop berating you two about your relationship. But when Doyoung told me he brought you there, I will say I thought it was for a date night y’all were having. It’s that type of restaurant experience, y’know?” Greg lightly pats Doyoung on the back before walking off to chat with another group of coworkers.

You’re standing still next to Doyoung and wondering why the fuck he hesitated when you asked him such an easy question. He doesn’t look your way, gaze remains glued to the floor.

“I think we should leave now.” He says, dashing toward Patricia to let her know of your exits. A sigh escapes your body, completely confused and lost at every feeling roaming in your chest.

The drive back home is completely silent. The elephant in the room becomes bigger at every stoplight. Most of the trip is you staring out the window, trying to process the last few scenes at the happy hour. Doyoung remains focused on the drive, so much that he forgets to put music on to distract from the stiffness in the air.

When you two finally make it back up to the apartment, you’re the first to break the awkward silence. “Hey, uh– thanks for driving me around these past few days. The car shop told me that my car is ready tomorrow, so I won’t need to carpool with you anymore.”

He nods, despite the long sinking feeling of his heart reaching the bottom of his stomach. He has had so much fun with you lately being around him, he isn’t sure if he’s ready to go back to how things were — living so separately in the same place.

“Sorry about Greg.” Doyoung rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t know he would say something like that.” He gently wipes off the dried fake blood on his chin.

“We’re used to it, right?” The airy, lightness in your tone puzzles Doyoung. “At least he was courageous enough to actually address it to our faces instead of contributing to the gossip in the office.”

“He’s just a big idiot.” Doyoung unties his cape and tosses it over the couch. “I shouldn’t have told him we went together.”

It somewhat offended you, “what? You don’t want to be seen with me or something?” You toss your headband onto the dining room table, fixing your hair back to its normal state.

However, Doyoung perks up at the evident tone in your voice and the scorn in your expression. “It’s not that.”

“You know, Doyoung, you have been really confusing lately.” There is a pause before you continue, wondering how you should word this without sounding so rash.

“First, you’re knocking on my door and asking me to dinner. Then, you’re getting me my coffee from the car. And, you hesitated back there when I said you didn’t like me and our conversations recently have been different, so open ended.”

Doyoung leans against the couch, arms crossed and intently listening to your speech. “Are you implying that I have feelings for you?”

He sounds so snarky that it causes your skin to crawl, frustration fuels your soul at how delusional he is making you seem. “I’m just stating the facts.”

Doyoung scoffs, arms falling back to his sides. A minute passes, but it feels nearly like forever given the silence in the room and how his eyes are glued to the ground, full of contemplation. However, not just any careless amount of contemplation, but real and genuine assessment on how he has felt over the past two weeks with you.

He opens his mouth to speak, but falls short of formulating a coherent sentence and feels a bit choked up and confused by himself. Though, you’ve been standing there and waiting for him and the silence has made you incredibly uncomfortable. “It’s a reach. There’s no possible way for you to harbor any feelings for me. We made that really clear to each other.”

You’re turning to hide back into your room, but Doyoung quickly stands at your door frame, alert and before you. “It’s not entirely a reach….” He mumbles, “I can’t say confidently that I have true and full romantic feelings toward you, but I have been seeing you in a romantic light.”

“I don’t fully understand what you mean.” Your eyebrows knit together, finding that his speech sounds too much like a riddle.

He takes a deep breath in, exhaling to calm the waking nerves in his throat. “I’m beginning to understand that some of what I feel towards you is romantic, like I don’t want to stop being around you or I want to go out of my way to do things that make your life easier.” He smirks coyly to himself, breaking the intense exchange of dialogue between the both of you briefly, “I’m an acts of service kind of guy.”

“Look, I’m saying that yes, I think I’m starting to have feelings for you. It wasn’t until recently did I feel like we’ve really gotten to spend time together after you’ve moved in.” His shoulders drop, “and I don’t know, I just– like you said, you just get me.”

This moment between the both of you is so real. There are no gimmicks, no foul play, no teasing and banter. Doyoung means every word he is saying. While a part of you wants to joke around and say something snarky, the other part of you feels serious and rather shocked at this confession.

Never in your mind did the potential of Doyung catering feelings toward you exist. And now, even more than ever, you’re actually reflecting on your own thoughts toward him. Doyoung is the first person you want to go to in a crowded room, it’s like you’re searching for him without realizing it. He’s the one you want to rely on, knowing how capable and responsible he is. Doyoung, given the chance, can really brighten up the room.

If there was anyone in this world he chose to open up to, you wanted it to be you.

“Can I kiss you?” Doyoung almost stopped himself from saying it, but he had to know. Your eyes are beyond huge at his request, the sound of thumping in your chest growing in your ears.

“What?” You croak, taken aback by this random out-of-character question. Doyoung’s cheeks are as bright red as a tomato, but he doesn’t break his intense eye contact.

“Kiss me, I want to know if my feelings are real.” He steps a bit closer with lips parted slightly, rosy cheeks, and dilated pupils. Your shaky hands slowly reach to cup his face and there the beating of your heart quickens, fast enough to where you think you could faint.

“If we kiss and neither of us feel anything, we’ll pretend it never happened.” You’re trying to cushion any chance at rejection, so that it wouldn’t end in complete disappointment from either one of you. It’s to soften the blow.

Nevertheless, Doyoung nods in your hot hands and brings your chin close with the pull of his finger. Your lips pucker and land gently on his, your eyes still wide open and you’re in utter shock that Kim Doyoung, the man you thought you’d never kiss, is now kissing you.

It’s as if fuel added to a flame, the fire in your stomach grows violently at this connection. Doyoung swears he could feel a sudden spark in his tight chest, electricity running in veins.

He pulls away and the contact between you two breaks as quick as it connected. He simply blinks at you, with a cute doe-eyed expression and red cheeks. You’re blinking back, heart in your throat and a desire to kiss him again.

“Are your feelings real?” You ask him a question you’re scared to know the answer to, worried that he didn’t feel that same fire as you did from that kiss and he’d ask to pretend it never happened.

“Real, absolutely real.” Doyoung confirms with a breathy speech. He can’t pinpoint how long these feelings have been locked away and how long he has ignored them. Nonetheless, that kiss proves so much to himself, one being that he is way more head over heels for you than he thought.

And the next course of action he chooses may ruin your current dynamic completely, but he fully and utterly wants to commit to you. He doesn’t tell you, worried that it may scare you off when he only wishes to hold you close.

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a brief moment of silence with tensions high and hearts beating fast. Both are unaware of how to proceed without making things awkward or shifting too greatly from your banterful friendship.

So, Doyoung eases in with a request so telling, but gentle enough for the two of you to agree upon. “Let me drive you to work from now on.”

Your eyes glimmer with a shine, clearing your throat before you speak. “Is this about our carbon footprint or something else?”

He chuckles, “we’re saving the Earth while I also get to spend more time getting to know you, it sounds like a win - win situation to me.”

“And the rumors?”

Doyoung leans down to whisper gently into your ear, “let them think what they want.” The same shivers that ran through your body before had returned, but accompanied with butterflies dancing lovingly in your stomach.

Strange how two weeks ago, you thought that the possibility of romantically being with Doyoung was close to none and the best way to describe the two of you was that you just coexisted together. But, here you two are: standing in the middle of your shared living room with sparkling eyes for each other and a newfound excitement for a new relationship, more than just coexisting.

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NSFW ABC's

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: NSFW

part J, K & L

Junk

what’s their private look/feel like?

He’s thick and heavy-hung. Ripped the same way the rest of him is – muscular – with fat veins like cables pumping power. High-strung with a sturdy spine, lifting it up like a cannon ready to fire. A plump tip with a deep slit shaping it where beads of white pill – like fine pearls running down the length of it into the ash-blonde wisp bearding the beast – growing lightly upward in a happy trail towards his navel – upon finely cut muscles, steering clear of his larger scars, and spreading even further upon his pelvis to his chest in short circular curls – contrasting the tan sand color of his skin the same way the stubble on his chin grows – scratching you every time he gives you a kiss.

Kinks

what turns them on?

Katsuki's kink is consent – hearing you tell him to go faster or harder or deeper – feeling you claw your nails into his skin while your legs pull him closer, wrapped tightly in a lock around his torso – how your own hips move impatiently against his – desperately begging for more of him.

He also likes hearing you tell him to be gentle, to go slower, to make his digs longer – how you moan sweetly for him and caress his body with gentle touches, all smoothly in soft small hands – how your lips press against his neck and blow on his ear – when in the absence of skin harshly smacking skin the two of you hear the schlick all to well as you mold into the other’s embrace.

Really – just anytime you ask for anything – when you show him you want him. When you ask to ride him and when you tell him to take over. When you tell him to kiss you and when you’re too caught up in it to understand what or how to ask so you instead just say his name with a moan.

Location

where do they like doing it?

Katsuki likes going at it anywhere at home in the comfort of your shared house – with the exception of his car if he’s feeling impatient – his sofa, his kitchen counter, his dining table, his tub, his shower, his windows, his home-office desk, his bed, on a pile of his dirty laundry.

It’s in those intimate places that he can really let loose, leave the worries of the world outside and keep his focus on you and all those innermost personal ways he wants to ingrain you in his life – root you in his privacy – tattoo you into his skin.

Though there have been times when you’ve visited him at his hero agency – bringing lunch – where he’s been too riled up and tattered from huge wasteful meetings with other pro heroes who’s all had their head’s too far up their asses to come to any agreement regarding anything – when seeing you has been such a blessing that he just hasn’t been able to keep himself from grabbing at you – desperate for comfort and some consolation in burying his frustrations deep inside your tight cunt.

Where due to his occasional raging fits and his own personal need for privacy – his office is both soundproof and fitted with airtight blinds – therefore, nothing to keep him from making you scream when he takes you hard against his desk.

And aside from the office, there have been times you’ve stayed with his parents where he’s not been shy of getting frisky with you in his childhood bedroom.

So, in correction, maybe it’s closer to anywhere he feels at home – and not restricted to the house.

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Magic for the college witch

In honor of finding out I am set to graduate in December with my associates in science I have decided to celebrate with you all by sharing my tips and tricks I used to help pass some of my classes! Each tip will be sorted into circumstances as to where they may be applicable. Please enjoy, and congrats to all my future grads!

Reminder: In dorms and such you wont have access to many tools, but if your living in an apartment things are less strict. every time you see candles and such if you live in a dorm replace it with either electric candles or even colored stones you can rub together or place in a grid!

Registering for classes

Often times we try to register for classes as soon as possible, especially when you are an incoming freshman. When it comes to getting accepted and starting the process congrats your here.

Set up registering appointments on lucky number days, during the new moon, or on Mondays and Thursdays because those times represent readiness and preparation

Manifest getting good classes and teachers by sending off a prayer out to the universe

Do divination when registering opens to see if a teacher is a good fit or not (Also check out rate my professor)

If you are having trouble establishing classes, or just cant seem to get that *one* class you need, light a blue candle and put mint at the base of it to promote an opening

If your facing a situation where you are trying to get into an exclusive class (this also works if your presenting a thesis) put a sugar packet under your tongue to sweeten your words and make you more convincing

Getting to class on time

The commute anywhere can be a really hard thing to do, whether your commuting from a dorm to a classroom or city to campus it can be hard to be on time or find the motivation to show up to class

To motivate yourself to go to class keep a carnelian under your pillow to help you rise in the morning

Keep a consistent schedule, not only is this helpful psychologically but magically consistency helps build up magical energy towards motivation

enchant your walking shoes (or get heelies) to put pep in your step and always be on time when walking. You can optionally put a sigil in your shoe

enchant cars to avoid red lights by charging your keys in full moon light

Light a green candle before important days to make sure your morning commute runs smoothly

Setting up magical space in the dorms

Most dorms don't allow things like candles or flames, heaters, strip lights, etc. With this in mind people assume it must be hard to create a magical space without some of the key items, but we do have solutions!

Instead of regular candles, use electric ones as votives on deity altars

Instead of incense use MILD essential oil diffusers like lava stones in the corners, or a defuser. Bonus points if you use a dehumidifier

Chances are you wont have a lot of space, so opt for small placements on desks via mini figures and small stones

Set up sachets around your space and put them in clothing areas, not only do they smell good and keep moths away, they act as magical protection

Start working on energy based practices like meditation or enchantments with only your body

Navigating relationships

College can be a hard time, your adjusting to life without the friends you grew up with, most people start their dating life, and friends begin to come and go as you go through classes. Don't restrict what you experience

When you brush your teeth, enchant it to represent you 'speaking your truth' and 'biting back' so your protected from people who have bad intentions or are deceptive

When at parties and such put a sigil of protection on your left thigh, this represents protection from people looking to harm you

blow cinnamon at your door, or use a light cinnamon essential oil wash to invite new people and opportunities

Keep amber under your pillow or by photos to maintain friendships and help you let go of ones that no longer serve you

wear silver to repel energy vampires or people who are looking to use you

Studying success

Studying and how effective it is will depend on you and how you like to study, there are hundreds of posts online that look at how to find your study style, this more focuses on magic you can do for memory retention

Chew mint gum during studying AND during your test for memory recall

Draw sigils on your physical flash cards to make the information easier to retain

On the third of each month save that day to brush up on all information from the class, not only does this prep you for the final but this day is Athenas ritual day

Study the most on Wednesdays as they represent wisdom

Use a shungite worry stone during studying and testing to help keep your mind focused and stress free before tests

Test taking

Test taking can be a really hard part of college, I know it was for me. We do a lot of things to help prepare but what can we do during a test?

Create a sigil of good luck on top of your exam

Wear green on exam days

Eat and drink something enchanted (I swear by a snickers and a red bull) before a test for good luck

Create a superstition like a lucky shirt or pair of socks after your first good exam grade

Wear gold accessories to enhance your test taking skills, and speed up your test (Great when you are being timed)

Mental Health

Your mental health in college is very important, it can be hard being separated from your home town or family and just know that it does get better. College is a mix of emotions, from the loneliest point in your life, to the most social. You will be navigating new challenges, new feats, and its important to take care of yourself. Seek out the college mental health resources available to you like counseling as needed. you matter!

Use words of affirmations when you wake up and before you sleep to remind yourself you matter, my favorite is from the help "You is smart, you is kind, you is important"

Carry rose quartz and carnelian on you for self love and energy

Before bed drink lavander tea for rest and revitalization

Pray over your food to nourish your spirit as you go through college

Write down letters and petition to the universe for stability and how you feel.

I hope you all have enjoyed! Again, congrats to all my future grads, and I hope you all can come with me as I journey to getting my bachelors

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matchagator · 10 months

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Ch.9

I was able to finish Ch. 9 before Sunday so I figured I'd release it tonight as a surprise! I hope you enjoy! Only one more chapter before the end of Clash.😭 It has been such an amazing experience to write this story and to have all of your support! As always, I appreciate your comments and messages ❤️ Means the world!

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex, Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing, Blood, Peril, Car Accident, Elements of Cheating, Exes, Jealousy (This list will be updated as each part gets released)

The journey from the Halloween party outside to your apartment saunas is a blur of teeth and tongue as both you and Jungkook utilize the opportunity to invade the other's mouth with your taste. You swallow each other’s moans as Jungkook barrels his way through the gym, his hands pawing and tugging at your waist as he guides you. Your mind is a swirl of lust and desire, getting easily sucked into Jungkook’s spell as his back presses against the far door of the gym, leading to the bathrooms and saunas.

He shamelessly guides you into the men’s room, sliding his hands down your waist until he scoops his palms down your upper thighs, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. A small gasp escapes your lips as you instinctually wrap your legs around his chiseled waist, feeling the probe of his arousal through your skin-tight costume.

“Fuck.” Jungkook groans as pressure is applied over his groin, feeling himself unravel at the thought of your mouth around his length. “I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.” He breathes through jagged breaths as he helplessly kisses you as if your lips are supplying the oxygen to his lungs.

You can’t seem to find the words to respond as Jungkook guides you past the bathroom into a narrow hallway with dials on the walls to control the temperature. Jungkook is so desperate to have you on your knees that you become weightless in his arms as he smoothly pushes through the door into a heated room lined with wooden benches.

Jungkook removes his hands from your backside, letting you fall from his grip as your legs support you against the ground. He is quick to rip off the hoodie from his torso, revealing a simple black t-shirt alongside the sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips. You can make out the Calvin Klein waistband of his boxers, causing your mind to swirl with lust.

As if a force is pulling you down to the ground, you instantly fall to your knees before him, your hands clawing at his waistband as you subconsciously gnaw on your bottom lip.

A low guttural sound reverberates deep in Jungkook’s chest as his eyes darken from the sight of you desperate on your knees for him. He shifts his weight to spread his legs slightly, allowing you the perfect spot between his legs as you pull down the fabric of his sweatpants, clawing at his boxers to remove any remaining material concealing him from you.

Jungkook’s body is holding the tension of his anticipation, helplessly awaiting the moment your lips wrap around his length to submerge him in a greedy pleasure. He’s biting his lip, fidgeting with his piercing with every passing moment as he desperately digs his fingers through your hair, guiding your head forward until his hard member is just a breath away from your mouth.

You place your hands against his bare thighs, parting your lips to accept the tip of his penis which is already dripping with need as the warmth of your mouth draws out a long, uncharacteristic moan from Jungkook’s lips. “Fucking shit, Y/n.” His words are breathy as if he’s struggling to find the air to speak as his body becomes consumed in a sweltering heat. “Your…fucking…mouth.” With each word, he tightens his grip on your hair as he pulls you forward, thrusting his hips up to allow his cock to slide effortlessly down your throat as you try not to gag on the intruding sensation.

Your body heaves from the need for air as you pull off of him with a pop, glaring up at him through sultry eyes as you push against his thighs to guide him to take a seat against the wooden bench of the sauna. Jungkook is happy to oblige, letting himself relax as his legs spread open, providing you with the perfect nook to nestle between his knees.

Before you can dive back in, Jungkook is reaching behind your neck, fiddling with the zipper of your body suit as he shamelessly tugs it down. Part of you is thankful for the air that hits the bare skin of your back, the trapped heat of the sauna radiating from the wood around you. You quickly tug at the fabric on your arms, pulling your limbs out to expose your torso as Jungkook continues to slide the zipper down to your lower back.

“Let me see you, princess.” He’s wearing a sleazy grin, his teeth constantly biting his lower lip as he leans his elbows back against the wooden bench, halfway laying across the surface with his legs spread salaciously. “All of you.” His voice is deep and slow, drawing you deeper into your sinful desires as his eyes scan the length of your body.

You use his knees to help push yourself up, standing before Jungkook with your bodysuit hanging at your waist and your chest practically exposed if it wasn’t for your bra. Jungkook’s gaze darkens at the sight of your slightly exposed figure, nudging his head to encourage you to continue. Typically you’d feel shy and embarrassed from having someone studying you so meticulously. For some reason, the way Jungkook’s wrecked expression stares back at you gives you the confidence to shimmy from the constricting fabric, allowing your hips to sway seductively.

Jungkook is practically growling as he watches your disguise from the evening fade to reveal his bratty neighbor and the woman he is becoming dangerously attached to. Thankfully you wore a black lace set, something that would easily blend with your costume. Your confidence skyrockets as Jungkook leans forward to grab ahold of your waist, pulling you closer until your legs are trapped between his.

Your skin ignites as Jungkook presses his lips against your waist, his mouth molding over your love handles as his fingers dig into your skin. You can’t help but throw your head back, relishing in the sensation of his lips and piercing suckling the skin before you feel the pressure of his teeth sink into your sides.

A long drawn-out moan escapes your lips, your body trembling from his ministrations as your legs give out, allowing you to fall back to your knees between his legs, your face is suddenly met with his hard and angry penis seeking your attention.

You glance back up at Jungkook, his expression cheeky despite the anguish behind his irises. You smile mischievously, leaning forward to brush your lips against his tip, teasing him as his cock twitches from the anticipation.

Jungkook groans as if he’s in physical pain, his hand reaching up to the back of your head, gripping your hair, and tugging just hard enough to get you to look over at him. “Come on, Princess. I won this fair and square.” He pleads, sliding his waist toward the edge of the bench as he grips his dick with his other hand to help guide it back to your lips. “Stop teasing me.” His voice is gruff as if he’s barely holding on to his sanity.

You smirk as you finally give in to pleasuring him, wrapping your lips back around his length. The feeling of your mouth has Jungkook’s head falling back, groaning in pleasure as his mind spirals from you effortlessly bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook’s hands drop to his sides, gripping the edge of the bench as he fights the urge to thrust his hips to gag you on his cock. “Damn, Y/N.” He moans, feeling his body relax and tense up all at once as you swipe your tongue against the underside of his dick.

His sounds help fuel your desire to pleasure him like no one has before and become brave enough to press up on your toes to help guide you forward. You can feel his tip slide down your throat, taking in as much of his length as possible without choking. Jungkook’s unraveling beneath you, placing both hands on the back of your head as your saliva creates the perfect lubrication.

As if he can’t help himself, he thrusts his hips up, fucking his dick a little farther into your mouth, causing you to breathe through your nose as your eyes shut close from the sudden movement. You refuse to pull back, enduring the treatment as Jungkook pulls himself out just a little before moving his hips repeatedly to fuck your mouth.

“Fuck!” He groans loudly, gripping your hair tightly as he tugs against the roots. “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna fucking…”

“Jungkook?!” Jungkook blinks at the sound of his name as the vivid memories of the sauna fade away to reveal the bright fluorescent lights of the hospital breakroom. There is a cup of warm coffee on the table in front of him, something that Taehyung just placed down in front of him as he places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You okay? You seem distracted tonight.”

Despite the loud pounding of Jungkook’s heart racing within his ribcage from his vivid daydreams, he realizes he is still at work after having brought a patient to the hospital not too long ago. Jungkook clears his throat, sitting up as he grabs the cup of coffee hoping the caffeine will help keep him focused on his work and not the intrusive thoughts of the previous evening's events.

“Yeah, sorry.” Jungkook quickly comments as he takes a large gulp of his coffee. “Just tired.” He lies, knowing it was far more embarrassing to admit that he was indulging in memories of you, his neighbor.

Taehyung glares at him curiously, offering him a playfully judgmental stare as he takes the seat across from him. “Let me guess, Y/n keep you up after the party?” Taehyung asks curiously, his eyes shining with mischief as he takes a sip of his own drink.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung, completely ignoring the fact that they were at work. “What about you and Roxanne?” Jungkook feels proud as Taehyung coughs up his shock, wiping his mouth as he tries to keep his coffee down. “Don’t pretend I didn’t see you getting all cozy with her.”

“I was being friendly.” Taehyung instantly defends himself, annoyed by the way Jungkook rolls his eyes as if he didn’t believe a word he said. “This wasn’t…”

“You know, we should really head back to the truck in case we get another call.” Jungkook grins, standing up once his body is calm from his wild memories. Taehyung stands up to follow after Jungkook, his defensive mood kicking in as Jungkook simply ignores him and makes his way back to the ambulance dock.

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Your unvarying dreadful days at work continue as you fight the constant urge to quit, doing just enough to get by as you desperately await the end of your shift. You sit helplessly at your desk, your eyes glued to the top right corner of your computer as you await the glorious transition to three o'clock in the afternoon. You hum to yourself as you click through various emails, making sure to address the ones needing your immediate attention before the end of your shift.

As you focus on the mundane tasks, you can’t help but let your mind entertain the thoughts of your unruly neighbor. Jungkook’s features vividly plague your mind as you recall your latest interaction in the sauna. You can still feel his fingers gripping your sides as your duty-bound blowjob morphed into a passionate display of your feelings toward each other. You feel your heart begin to race against your ribcage as you press your legs together, gulping back the memory of him sliding deep inside of you.

“Y/n?” The voice of one of your coworkers rapidly pulls you from your sinful trance as you become flustered, swiveling in your office chair to face her as you clear your throat.

“Yeah?” Your voice cracks as you internally cringe from the embarrassment, thankful that she doesn’t seem to pick up on your state of being.

“It’s three o'clock. You outta here?” The perky red hair beams as you turn back toward your computer, noticing it is ten minutes past the hour.

You subconsciously sigh a breath of relief as you nod your head, glancing back over your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m just closing up these emails and I’m heading out.” You respond happily, turning your attention back to your computer as you start clicking close on all of your tabs. You vaguely hear someone wish you a good evening as you wave them off, making sure you log out of the system.

“Finally.” You sigh to yourself as you pull open the bottom drawer of your desk, grabbing your purse from the confining space as you push away from your desk, allowing your chair to roll back. You stand up as you glance over the state of your desk, quickly rearranging a pile of papers to neatly fit inside the small organizer in the corner of the space. You smile to yourself once your desk is neatly arranged for the following day.

There isn’t much time to waste as you make your way out toward the main lobby, digging through your purse to locate your keys as you politely wish your coworkers a good evening, greeting your boss before you walk outside in the relatively cooler air. Now that it is the month of November, the temperature outside is significantly dropping, allowing you to wear some of your favorite sweaters and boots to work.

With a click of your key fob, you notice your car indicators illuminate as you unlock the doors, allowing you quick access to the driver's seat as you parade across the parking lot, attempting to reach your destination before the cool breeze can cause a shiver to course through your limbs. You sigh happily as you sit on the plush leather seating, turning on the ignition before rotating the dial for the heat to fill your car. You quickly pull the door closed in hopes of conserving whatever heat remains in the vehicle.

Once you have your seat belt securely around your torso, you pull the gear shift out of park, making your way onto the main state road that leads all the way down to your apartment. As you embark on your drive home, your mind can’t help but think back on Jungkook and what he is currently doing at work. Is he currently saving a life the way you’ve seen him do before? Is he driving the ambulance and rushing through intersections? It all seems far more meaningful than your silly choice of career.

Before your thoughts can dwell on it too much, your radio suddenly echos your ringtone through the car’s sound system, the LED screen illuminating with an incoming call from Roxanne. You smile, thankful for the distraction on the drive home as you quickly tap the green circle on the far end of the screen.

“What’s up, Rox.” Your tone is bright and cheerful as you hear the shuffle of her phone against her shoulder.

“Y/n! You’ll never believe what Lisa just told me.” Roxanne’s voice was dripping with gossip, eager to share the news about their friend. You go to respond but are cut off as Roxanne becomes impatient in holding back the information. “You know her manager? The hot one?” You try to respond once again however Roxanne continues on her rampant as her voice becomes higher with excitement to share the drama. “Well he asked her out, and she said yes! Can you believe it?”

You roll your eyes as you hear the judgment rolling off of Roxanne’s tongue. “And is that a bad thing?” You ask cautiously, wondering which direction Roxanne is going with her news.

“Well, it’s her manager. Isn’t that, like, scandalous?” Roxanne’s voice is now in hushed tones as she awaits your response.

“I mean, it could be complicated but I don’t know If I would call it scandalous.” You can’t hold back your laugh at your friend's dramatic flare, shaking your head further as you continue to look forward at the road.

Roxanne quickly catches on to your neutral position on the matter, humming to herself in thought as you hear another voice off in the distance. “Oh hey, did you invite Jungkook to your company's holiday party?”

Her question seems to catch you off guard as you suddenly recall the annual holiday party your company holds for employees and their guests. The party usually takes place in December and it is now just the first couple of days of November. “The party isn’t for another month.” You argue, still trying to process the idea of inviting Jungkook into your professional life to meet your boss and coworkers.

“So? Get it on girl. What if he has to work that day?” Roxanne continues on, trying to convince you of her stance on the matter. “You can’t show up without your boyfriend.”

The word almost sets you off as you suddenly find yourself facing the reality of your relationship with Jungkook. For all you know, you are neighbors who get on each other's nerves and are clearly sexually attracted to each other. There never were any conversations of you having labels and being official aside from being exclusive in bed.

“Woah, Roxanne.” You interrupt her, hearing her protest.

“What?” She complains as if you are accusing her of doing something wrong.

Your mind is swirling with information as you try to continue your drive. “Jungkook is not my boyfriend. I don’t even know what we are.” You admit, hearing Roxanne let out a sarcastic laugh on the opposite end of the phone.

“Y/n. No man spends this much time on a woman unless he wants to be with her.” Roxanne argues. “Hasn’t he taken you out on a date?”

“Yes.” You answer shyly, knowing that just one date didn’t mean you were officially boyfriend and girlfriend with someone. “We’ve just been hanging out.”

Roxanne clicks her tongue on the opposite end of the line. If she were standing in front of you, she would surely have her hip cocked to the side. “Well, you better figure out what you are before the party. Don’t want to show up alone for the second year in a row.”

You feel the harsh reality of her words, knowing that the previous year you went alone given Han’s infidelity. “Thanks, Rox.” You snap at her lightly, hearing her lack of remorse as she shuffles with her phone again.

“I gotta go, you know I love you.” She tries to defend herself as you hear her voice get farther from the phone. “I’ll call you later, bye.”

She doesn’t give you any time to respond as you pull up to a red light, allowing you a moment to glance at your car screen to see her name disappear and your usual radio turn back on. You let out a groan of frustration as you glance down at your phone sitting on the passenger seat alongside your purse. You quickly pluck the device to change the current playlist to something that better reflects your mood until you notice a text notification.

You glance up at the street, noticing the light is still red and the opposite traffic is just beginning to turn to allow you enough time to click on the small messaging icon at the bottom of your phone. Your heart instantly does a summersalt as you notice Jungkook’s name, instantly turning your sour mood sweet as you click on his name.

Jungkook: “Pick you up at seven, wear something comfortable.”

The thumping of your heart is audible in your eardrums as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You can’t help but feel slightly giddy that Jungkook wanted to spend more time with you, despite the fact that he fails to ask for your opinion each time he simply states that he’s picking you up, expecting you to be ready. You bite your lip, shaking your head once more as you type out your response, clicking send and placing your phone down before the traffic light turns green.

Y/N: “So bossy.”

You place both of your hands back on your stirring wheel before a loud text tone echoes through your car. Now that you aren’t on the phone, your car screen provides you with the option to have the text read to you. You click on the option, hearing the automated voice read Jungkook’s response.

Jungkook: “Always.”

You laugh as the light turns green, suddenly feeling excitement for your evening. The last time he took you somewhere, you both went go-karting. If you knew Jungkook well, you knew he was one to seek out thrills. You knew this date wouldn’t be just your average dinner and a movie.

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The reflection in your bathroom mirror leaves you content as you adjust your eyeliner, pulling the felt tip pen across your eyelid until you have the perfect wing. You let a sigh escape your lips as you lean away from the reflective material, your eyes dropping to glance over your figure. Given the cooler weather, you opt for a simple cream-colored sweater over a pair of dark jeans with slight distress across the fabric. You have no idea where Jungkook plans to take you, but you do know that he told you to dress comfortably.

You bring your hands up to your hair, passing your fingertips through the strands to smooth them out, smiling as you nervously nibble on the corner of your lip. For some reason, you still get jolts of nerves before an evening with Jungkook, despite the fact that he usually found a way to either have you melting at the knees or seething in frustration.

A small sarcastic chuckle leaves your lips as you recall just how far you and Jungkook have come since you first moved in. You definitely have feelings for your obnoxious neighbor, and the more time you spend with him, the deeper you seem to fall for the man. You smile to yourself, turning off the bathroom light as your phone buzzes from across your bedroom.

You swiftly make your way to your bed, plucking the device from the sheets as your fingers tap the LED screen to see a notification from Jungkook. You quickly select the icon, your eyes scanning the screen to read his message.

Jungkook: “Running late. Emergency at work kept me longer than expected.”

Y/n: “No worries. Take your time.”

You minimize your messaging app on your screen only for your phone to buzz within your palm. You tap the app once more.

Jungkook: “Doors open. Feel free to come over when you’re ready.”

You hesitate in accepting his offer, knowing that if he just got off of work, he would surely want to shower before going out with you. You move toward your closet, grabbing your favorite pair of ankle-high boots and a pair of socks as you seek out the edge of your bed as a perch to allow yourself to slip on the material.

It doesn’t take you much longer to collect your keys and phone, moving out of your bedroom to grab your purse from the kitchen table. You place your items inside, finding a chapstick as you sort through the small over-the-shoulder bag. Subconsciously, you press your lips together, rubbing them slightly as you cringe at the texture. The cooler weather surely is taking a toll on the health of your skin.

The lid of the chapstick opens with a pop and you pull off the top, the moisturizing balm soothing your dry lips as you press them back together, satisfied with the silky texture before closing the balm and tossing it back into your purse.

You find yourself glancing around your apartment to waste time, trying to allow Jungkook plenty of time to finish his business as you toss your purse over your shoulder, moving slowly to lock your door.

Once inside the hallway, you hesitantly walk towards the corner of the corridor, slowly reaching for his door handle. You use your free hand to knock your knuckles against his door, hearing his deep voice echo from the opposite side. “Come in!”

Accepting his invitation, you push open his door, surprised to see his apartment neatly organized despite the fact that he’s been busy at work. You shut the door behind you, walking toward the living room as your heels click against the vinyl flooring. You admire the minimalist design of his space, noticing all of the neutral-colored furniture as you sit on the edge of the plush couch.

Jungkook suddenly pops out from the doorframe leading into his bedroom, grinning childishly at the sight of you. “Just let me put clothes on and we can head out.” His words almost escape you as you find yourself admiring the sight of his bare body completely visible for your viewing pleasure. His tan skin is covered in water droplets from his shower, his hair damply hanging in his eyes as he flashes you a charming smile before disappearing back into his room.

You can hear him shuffling about the space, your mind still swirling with thoughts of how stupidly handsome he looks freshly showered. This is the first time a man left you completely speechless. If there was one thing you could say about Jeon Jungkook, it was that God spared no expense in making him look absurdly handsome.

A part of you festered with the desire to sneak into his room and crawl on top of him in his bed, desperate to get another taste of him. You can feel heat threatening to pool deep in the pit of your stomach, however, you end up taking soothing breaths, knowing you were vastly too intrigued by what type of evening Jungkook had in mind for you both.

Jungkook finally emerges from his room in a pair of cargo pants hanging from his chiseled waist, a black speckled sweater camouflaging his torso with the accent of a gold chain hanging around his neck. His hair is still damp despite his efforts to towel dry it, the fluffy mess on his hair causing a giddy feeling to fester in your chest as his large bug eyes smile at you.HE breaks away from you for a moment, his mouth becoming too occupied fiddling with his piercing as he pulls on a pair of black chunky combat boots. He glances back up, “Ready?”

You finally notice that you’ve been far too busy checking him out, something Jungkook is clearly aware of as a cocky grin stretches across his lips. You hum in response, standing up from your seat as you smooth out your sweater that has bunched up. “Ready.”

Before you can take a step closer toward him, he’s already inches away from you, hands pawing at your waist as he pulls you flush against his body. “You look beautiful.” He hums softly, his voice low and seductive as he dips down to steal a kiss, letting his lips brush softly against yours.

The warmth of his mouth causes you to lift your arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss as a groan festers in Jungkook's chest. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours as he pants slightly from the effect you seem to have on him. “Let's go before I change my mind and take you on this couch.” His stare pierces through you as you gulp back your surprise, feeling your stomach stir from his comment.

Jungkook seems far too satisfied that he manages to get your cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink as he releases his hands from your waist, moving to collect his keys. You can’t even find the words to speak, still processing the recent interaction as Jungkook moves to his front door to hold it open for you.

You finally start walking toward him, still admiring his physique as you pass him. “So, where are we going?” You ask curiously, wondering if he would disclose the information or keep it to himself.

“You’ll see.” He plainly answers, enjoying the way your lips pull into a pout at his response. You stubbornly stop in the middle of the doorway, crossing your arms in front of you as you glance back at him.

“I’m not moving till you tell me.” Your voice is stern but playful as you bat your eyes, falsely standing your ground as you watch his stare darken. Jungkook doesn’t even argue with you. Instead, he sends his hand flying toward your backside, feeling a sting across your ass as you yelp slightly from the shock.

Jungkook moves his hand toward the small of your back, effortlessly pushing you out of the way so he can step out and lock the door. “And no matter how cute you are, I’m not telling you.” He responds, locking the door before he turns back to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Now stop being a brat and get moving.”

You click your tongue in defeat, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s large bunny smile causes you to melt internally from his lighthearted demeanor. “Fine.” You grumble playfully, letting yourself lean into him as you walk. Jungkook takes the opportunity to tighten his hold against you, walking toward the elevator to start your evening.

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The hum of Jungkook’s BMW fades as he pulls into the parking lot of a large building with bright lights clearly indicating a bowling alley with the distinct emblem of pins and a bowling ball along the facility. Your eyes widen at the sight, suddenly feeling a jolt of excitement since it’s been a good while since you last went bowling.

Jungkook puts the car in park as the engine shuts off, leaving you both in the cover of silence as the low hum of the bowling alley music echoes in the background. Jungkook adjusts himself in his seat to face you, curious to see your reaction to the location. His smile swells against his cheeks as he notices your excitement.

“We are going bowling?” You ask happily, watching him nod in response as he takes off his seat belt, getting out of the car to swiftly come open your own, displaying his ability to be a true gentleman.

“Is that okay?” He asks as you get out of the car, making sure to adjust your purse back onto your shoulder.

“Hell yeah, but I warn you.” You point a playful finger in his direction. “I’m pretty good at this.” Jungkook’s been good at almost everything you’ve done together. Heck, he won a pumpkin carving contest even though he never does it and hates the smell. It was finally time for you to one-up him on something.

Jungkook’s expression morphs into one of mischief as he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I can handle it.” He simply responds, a coy smirk painted over his lips. You’re too excited to notice as you both make your way inside, moving toward the counter to rent a few pairs of shoes while Jungkook pays for a lane and two games.

You glance around at the others who have already begun their games, watching as friends, families, and other couples enjoy the lighthearted competition as you take in the environment. The lights of the establishment are dim, with bright neon lights lining each lane as modern music videos play on wide screens toward the back of the alley.

You follow Jungkook to aisle number ten, taking a seat on the small leather couch as you set your purse down on the table, quickly slipping off your boots to pull on the rental shoes. Jungkook does the same before he goes off in search of the perfect ball with just the right weight for him to take his turns.

Thankfully, you notice an 8-pound ball in the ball return, leaving you with the perfect option for your frame and strength. You take the opportunity to insert your names on the scoreboard, contemplating having Jungkook’s name displayed as Asshole. You glance around, noticing some children with their families, knowing it was probably far more tasteful for you to leave his name as is instead of upsetting others.

Jungkook finally returns as he sets the ball on the return device, glancing in your direction as he notices no one occupying the lane beside you. “We have it all to ourselves.” He grins mischievously, pressing his arms on either side of your head against the leather seating and leaning in to place a kiss against your lips.

You smile at his affection before raising a brow at him for his suggestive comment. “For now.” You tease as you stand up to take your first roll. You suddenly feel pressure as you grab the smaller ball, balancing it on your fingers as you align yourself with the aisle. You focus on the middle pin, taking in a deep breath before smoothly sending your arm back to swing the ball forward, releasing it as it travels down the middle of the lane to smack directly with the center.

Unfortunately for you, every pin gets knocked down except for the one single pin remaining on the far back left corner of the triangle. Jungkook leans forward to rest his elbow against his knees as you turn around to see him smiling at you encouragingly. “Nice job.” His tone is completely free of mockery as if he is impressed that you almost succeeded in getting a strike.

As your ball appears in the ball return, you quickly pluck it from its place as you turn back to focus on getting the remaining pin. You send your aim along the leftmost side of the row, watching as the ball travels closer and closer to the edge, only to fall in the gutter just before knocking down the other pin.

You let out a small groan of frustration before turning back toward Jungkook, confidently taking your seat knowing that for your first attempt, you did relatively well. “Your turn.” You hum flirtatiously as you take your seat, watching Jungkook crack his knuckles as he retrieves a heavier ball to make his first attempt.

You watch him intently, noticing how he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth to gnaw on as he prepares his alignment. You have no idea what to expect as he adjusts his stance, watching him swing his right leg behind him as he sends the ball forward with force, watching him get a perfect strike to the middle.

Just like your attempt, most of the pins fall except for two pins creating a split situation. You raise your brows in curiosity, leaning back in your chair as a wave of pride seeps through you. There was no way he could knock down both pins, which means you are ahead by a point. It was the perfect way to start the game.

Jungkook retrieves another bowling ball, hyperfocusing on the two remaining pins as he deliberates his approach. You watch carefully, seeing him toss the bowling ball with a spin of his wrist as it travels down the lane, knocking into one pin as it flies across to the other side, knocking into the other to create the perfect spare.

You can feel your jaw drop open as Jungkook turns around with a cocky smirk, shrugging his shoulders like it was dumb luck. You narrow your stare in his direction, feeling irritated that he is good at yet another thing. “Of course, you’re also good at bowling.” You grumble playfully, Jungkook constantly amazes you each time you discover just how talented he truly is.

“Oh come on, princess, It’s just some friendly competition.” He teases, coming to sit beside you as he scoots closer to whisper in your ear. “Warning though, I don’t like to lose.”

You feel a shiver course through your body at the warmth and depth of his voice, playfully shoving him away as you roll your eyes. “Asshole.” Jungkook simply grins as you take your turn, leaving you in a competitive battle to the finish to see who would rank supreme.

After each playing your ten frames, you both glance up at the final score to see Jungkook reigns victorious with a twenty-point lead. You fight the urge to through a small tantrum, wishing there was something you could leave him speechless with for once.

Jungkook cheers at his victory, holding his fists up gleefully as you cross your arms in a false annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You dismiss him as you wave him off. “Just wait till the second game. I was only warming up.” You lie, hoping that something might go in your favor this next time around.

Despite your sourness in losing, you are having a great time. You and Jungkook are taking the opportunity to talk about your favorites and your interests in between frames while singing along to the music that loudly thumps throughout the building. Heck, you both even dance a little in between your turns.

“Get me a drink?” You ask politely, batting your eyelashes since the least he could do is get you a drink after wiping the floor with you.

Jungkook nods as he wipes his palms against his pants, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. “What do you want?”

You contemplate for a moment, knowing that alcohol would only throw you off of your game during the second round. “Just a water, please.” You smile brightly as he disappears toward the concessions to get something to drink and snack on.

You sit down on the leather booth, letting your legs stretch out as you reset the scoreboard for your second game. You watch Jungkook’s winning score disappear as the board resets, turning your head back to see Jungkook casually walking back in your direction with two glasses in his hand.

The closer he gets, you can start to make out the color of beer in one of the glasses with a thin white layer of foam lining the top. The other has clear liquid which suddenly looks very appealing. You feel parched as Jungkook reaches over to hand you the glass. You feel relief as you bring the glass to your lips, downing the liquid to quench your thirst as your nostrils are met with a strong aroma. You panic as your throat starts burning from the drink, pulling the cup away from your lips as you cough up the strong liquor. “What the fuck?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle at your reaction, feeling proud that he successfully pulled off another prank. “JK, this is fucking vodka!” You’re seething, practically tossing the cup back at him as he looks at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so easy.” He admits through his laughter as he sets his beer down to avoid spilling it as you walk toward him, pounding on his chest.

“You asshole!” Your words are full of bite as you send him a challenging glare. “Just wait, I will get you back.” You threaten, sending your fist into his shoulder once more.

Jungkook simply chuckles as he takes each hit without flinching. “I’d like to see your worst.” He challenges, before staring you down in the same manner that you are. “Okay, okay,” He finally retreats, holding up his hands defensively. “I’ll go get you water.”

You can’t fight the smile from tugging at your lips as his large eyes shine at you in pure amusement. Despite being the target of his pranks, he really is charming. “You better.” You tease, as he turns on his heel to walk back toward the concessions.

Thankfully, none of the vodka got on your clothing as you swallow back the taste, the urge for a refreshing glass of water stronger than before. As you turn back toward the aisle, you notice a trio of men approaching row 9 which was directly connected to your lane. You figure they are simply setting up for their game, minding your own business as you turn your attention back onto the screen above you.

“Y/n?” You hear your name from beside you, hesitating for a moment given it is a male voice but definitely not Jungkook’s. “Y/n, is that you?” You hear again as you cautiously turn your head in the direction of the sound, the voice hauntingly familiar.

You feel your heart sink into the pit of your stomach as you glance up to find a ghost of a man, your ex to be specific, smiling down at you as you process the rapid flood of information. Out of all the bowling alleys in the area and all of the lanes he could’ve possibly assigned, it had to be the one directly beside you.

“Han?” Your voice is weak as you turn to face him, standing with your back toward Jungkook’s direction. “What are you doing here?” You question, trying to add a bit of energy to your voice not to have it seem like you just saw a ghost.

Han seems far too happy to see you, glancing back at his friends that you now vaguely remember. “We’re just having a guy's night.” He glances around, trying to see if there is anyone else here with you. “What about you? How are you?”

You can barely keep your mind straight, all of the painful memories of your past whirling back as your mind flashes to the moment you discovered his infidelity. You can feel your mind torturing itself as you feel your palms shaking, desperately balling them into fists to try and keep yourself from spiraling out of control.

Before you can respond, you feel an arm tuck around your waist as a familiar built frame pulls you closer to him. “Here you go.” Jungkook smiles softly at you, his eyes reflecting a seriousness that you aren’t able to detect in his expression.

You notice that Jungkook’s sleeves are rolled up to just above his elbows, exposing half of his sleeve of tattoos as he keeps you close to him. “Who’s this?” He asks protectively, still exuding an air of friendliness as his stare shifts onto Han.

Han’s smile seems to stiffen as he glances up at Jungkook’s figure, pausing on his tattoo and piercings. You find the courage to speak. “This is Han, we…” Words fail you as you lean into Jungkook to help prevent yourself from falling due to the weakness in your knees.

“We used to date,” Han answers proudly before giving Jungkook a false smile with clear judgment in his eyes. “And you are?”

“JK” Jungkook answers without missing a beat as he recalls the vague conversation at the Halloween party. He remembers enough to know that Han cheated on you, something that isn’t sitting lightly with him.

“JK is my n…” You begin to explain before Jungkook speaks over you, completely drowning out your attempts to say neighbor.

“Boyfriend.” He says it so confidently it throws you for a loop as he keeps his eye contact pinned on Han. You glance up at him, searching for any form of sincerity to the title as he tilts his head down to look at you with such fondness. “I’m her boyfriend.” He claims again, tightening his grip on your waist as your heart flutters from his confession.

You fail to notice Han's disappointment as he finally breaks his gaze from the pair of you, turning back toward his friends. “Well, it was nice to see you. Enjoy your game.” He offers, noticing the intensity behind Jungkook’s stare as he moves back toward his side of the section.

You keep your eyes on Jungkook, playfully narrowing your eyes at him. “So I’m your girlfriend now?” You tease, noticing his stare becomes serious once more.

“Haven’t you been?” His words cause you to stutter as he leans in and presses a passionate kiss onto your lips. “I thought I made it obvious that I only want you.” You feel yourself melt under his gaze, feeling completely distracted from the fact that your ex-boyfriend is sitting just on the opposite side of the ball return from you.

“That’s good to know.” You finally respond, your eyes glimmering with giddiness as you turn back toward the booth, sitting down to allow Jungkook his first attempt at your second game. “This doesn’t mean I’m taking it easy on you.” Your voice is louder now that you are separate.

Jungkook offers you a challenging glare as he turns his attention onto the lane, eyeing the pins at the end to find his target. You take a moment to admire him, your boyfriend that is, grinning happily to yourself as the thought of being official with your neighbor settles. Your moment of happiness is soon broken by the sensation of a pair of eyes seeping through the side of your skull. You take a sharp breath in as you hesitantly turn your gaze toward the booth opposite of yours.

You’re distraught to find Han distinctly staring you down, an odd expression on his face as you try to make out what he is currently feeling. You suddenly feel a wave of guilt, knowing that despite the fact you are solely focused on your present and future with Jungkook, the ghost of Han’s memories seems to be creeping back to remind you of all the pain and joy you felt while you were with him.

A large mass blocks your view of your ex as you quickly glance up to find Jungkook standing in front of you, holding out his hands to help you stand for your turn. You accept despite your distant mind, curiosity taking over as your eyes shift to the side to see that Han is still watching you and Jungkook carefully as he awaits his turn.

You feel Jungkook’s strong fingers guide your eyes back onto him, offering you a threatening yet surprisingly soft glare. “Focus on me, princess.” His voice is deep, reverberating in his chest as he softly coos at you, lifting his opposite hand to smooth a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leans in closer, hovering his lips just above yours as his eyes drink in the sight of your plump flesh. “You’re all mine now…” He breathes helplessly as if you draw him deeper into an enchantment with each moment of being around him. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

You gasp lightly as you feel his hand slide down your side to your waist, giving your ass a sharp smack as a vexatious grin invades his lips. “Your turn.” His voice is finally back to his normal tone as you snap yourself out of your thoughts, knowing that Han is practically dead to you. He is nothing compared to Jungkook and that thought alone is enough to drag you over the edge of your anxiety, glad to have Jungkook here to rescue you from your thoughts.

The bright orange ball that you’ve been using is waiting for your turn as you go grab it, stepping up onto the slick flooring to align yourself for your bowl. You take in a deep breath, vividly picturing Jungkook in your mind as you lean forward to send your ball down the lane. You watch as all ten pins instantly scatter upon impact, starting your game with a perfect strike.

Your features brighten at the score, twisting around to face Jungkook with a luminous grin stretching from ear to ear. “Ha! Take that!” You cheer confidently, proudly strutting back towards your boyfriend as you plop down next to him, batting your eyes flirtatiously. “Told you I wouldn’t go easy on you.”

Jungkook lets a soft growl roll in his chest as he clicks his lip piercing between his teeth, shamelessly letting his eyes drink in your figure. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” You kick your legs happily, practically bouncing in the booth as Jungkook stands for his round. To your surprise, you notice Han standing beside Jungkook to take his turn.

The size comparison isn’t far off in terms of height, however, Jungkook’s figure captures your attention fully as his built frame yet lean waist move effortlessly as he scores his own strike, leaving Han to look mediocre as he only knocks down half of the pins out of his intimidation. Jungkook smirks proudly to himself, allowing you the opportunity to get up and take another turn as Han prepares for his second attempt.

This time, instead of retreating back to the booth, Jungkook stays beside you, snatching your waist and pulling you flush against his. He moves your hair from your neck, kissing behind the column of your neck sweetly as a shiver courses through your limbs. You are far too distracted to notice Han nervously observing the pair of you, throwing him off of his game as Jungkook slides his hand up your body, caressing your arms as he helps you set up your stance.

“Try it this way.” He speaks softly in your ear, his voice loud enough for those around you to hear as he guides your hand back and forward, guiding your palm into a twist at the end.

You smack your lips, rolling your eyes as you glance back at him. “I don’t need your help, I know how to…”

Jungkook simply tightens his grip on your waist with his opposite hand, causing you to squeak slightly. “Just trust me.” He smiles against your ear, letting the metal of his piercing brush against the shell.

You playfully nudge him away, offering him a lighthearted warning glare as you attempt his strategy, letting the ball spin as you reach the peak of your toss. You groan slightly as it spins to the side, turning around to face him in a rage as you anticipate it to fly straight into the gutter. “Cheater! You’re trying to throw me…” Before you can finish, Jungkook grabs your shoulders and turns you around to see that the bowling ball has somehow spun back into the center of the lane, striking directly in the center of the pins.

You turn back toward Jungkook in shock, watching his cocky grin as he shrugs his shoulders, returning back to the booth and grabbing a sip of his beer. “Asshole.” You huff under your breath with a smile as you follow behind him, glancing up to see your scores currently tied on the display board.

The rest of your game is a mixture of mindless flirting and friendly competitiveness as the results of the match escape you, enjoying yourself too much to care that Jungkook somehow manages to pull victorious once again.

You both find yourself back in his car after returning your shoes, completely forgetting the reality that your ex-boyfriend was still somewhere inside the bowling alley. You giggle as you fasten your seatbelt, hearing Jungkook ignite the car's engine as you stare at him longingly. “JK?” You ask softly, watching him stretch an arm around the back of the passenger seat as he faces you.

“Hmm?” He hums, watching your eyes stare at him in a way he has never seen before. “What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering him, you simply lean forward across the center console, grabbing his face between your hands as you guide him to your lips. He softly groans against your lips as you part them to allow him access, letting your tongues invade each other to get a proper taste.

There is something about Jungkook that makes you feel comfortable and safe, despite how easily he can get under your skin. It’s an entirely new feeling but it’s one that you relish in. You finally pull away from your passionate display, breathing heavily as you admire him once more. “Thank you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in curiosity, his lips parting as he ponders your words. “For what?” His large bug eyes cause a euphoric feeling to jolt through you, you feel completely enamored with this man.

“For being you.” You state plainly as you drop your hands from his face. “Interested in getting some ice cream on the way home?” You nervously add, realizing how vulnerable you suddenly feel.

Jungkook simply rubs his lips together, savoring your taste as he leans back in his seat to pull out of the parking spot. “As long as I can toss you in my bed when we get home.” He states without hesitation, glancing over to see your reaction as your jaw practically hangs open from his bold comment.

You gulp back your surprise, trying desperately to conceal the heat building in your core as your cheeks flush red. “That depends...” You bite your lip, suddenly feeling brave in your remark. “What if I want you in the back seat?” You brazenly slip your palm against his thigh, rubbing it gently as you hum seductively.

Jungkook falters, his calm collected expression breaking as he shifts his wide eyes toward you. “Damn, Y/n…” His voice is a mixture of surprise and need as he brushes a hand through his fluffy hair. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” His desperate groan only fuels the pride in your chest as he pulls out of the bowling alley parking lot, your hand continues to explore the length of his thigh, eager to pleasure him shamelessly as he drives you toward some late-night sweets.

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seraphhskies · 22 days

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long distance pt. 2

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swiss ghoul x cardinal! fem! reader

word count: 1,828

type: fluff, romance

cw: very slight sad, 18+ language

summary: In which, you are keeping an exciting secret from your favorite ghoul (who also happens to be your partner.) I had a weird dream like this a while back, and for some reason I decided it should be Swiss that I write about :) this is cross posted on AO3 as well!

Part 1

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It was the day. Fucking finally.

You’d spent the night packing, waking up entirely too early in order to catch your flight. Swiss still had no clue, and you were so excited- it was hard to remain professional. Other Cardinals of the church saw you off, so you truly were doing your best to maintain your composure.

You waved goodbye to them, before you stopped in front of the man who had taken you under his wing.

“Grazie, Cardinale Rossi. Per tutto.” The man blinked back tears, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Sei la benvenuta quando vuoi, cara. Visit soon, mm?” You nodded in response, though you had no wish to visit again at the moment. The cardinal was lovely to you, but home was the only place you wanted to be. You left, off to catch your flight.

As you waited for the plane to take off, you quickly took out your phone to text Copia. The satanic pope himself had been assisting you in your return, the two of you working smoothly in order to keep it a surprise.

Luckily, you actually managed to sleep through the entire trip. You woke up groggy, but the feeling quickly faded as you walked off the plane. Two members of the clergy waited for you outside, clad in the uniforms and everything.

The car ride was just as anxiety inducing, and you were nearly jumping out of the car the moment you saw the building. It was as big and haunting as you remembered, the giant doors in the front seeming so welcoming and homely now.

Your phone pinged with a text from Copia, and you responded quickly- letting him know that you were pulling up now. Your heart was racing, the grin on your face contagious.

You were opening the door as soon as the car was in park, bouncing on the tips of your toes. Your phone pinged once more, a text from Swiss.

S: I miss you :( thinking abt you sm today

Your heart soared, but you forced yourself to put the phone back in your pocket. You’d see him soon enough, and that would be an even better reply.

“Copia!” You grinned, running towards the man and hitting him with an ‘oomph.’ He returned your hug, patting your shoulder gently. Copia was smiling down at you. “Piccola! It is so good to see you. Everyone has missed you so.” He hummed, patting your head as you pulled away- much like a father figure to you.

You teared up a bit, unable to help it. A sniffle escaped you. “It’s so good to be back.” You replied honestly.

“You will be busy with the ghouls soon enough, hm?” Copia replied, a knowing glint in his eye.

A smile grew on your face as you nodded. “I hope so. It’ll be nice to have some out of work interaction.” You said. You hadn’t made any friends while away, not for a lack of trying. You just simply hadn’t connected with anyone. This was your home.

“We won’t send you away again, piccola.” Copia always seemed to understand. “Let’s get you to your ghoul, eh?” He laughed, and you were right beside him as he began to walk.

You tried to appear interested in the conversation, but the way your heart was pounding in your ears made it hard to really listen. Your brain was screaming to seek out Swiss, but you were going to see this plan through. You couldn’t spoil it after you’d come this far. It was mere hours to go, after all.

You breathed in the smell of home, the halls surprisingly empty as Copia led you through them to the Ghouls’ chambers. Thrilled, you practically bounded past the man as you entered the room. There were only a few ghouls out in the small living room and kitchen area that they all shared.

You breathed in, a bright smile on your face. It smelled like home.

Cirrus was the first to react, practically shrieking as she tossed the ghoul strewn across her to the side. You grinned, throwing your arms around her in return. “You’re back!” The ghoulette exclaimed, squeezing you tightly.

Cirrus pulled back quickly, gripping you by the shoulders as you went wide-eyed. “Swiss isn’t here,” She began to explain. “He just left two hours ago for kitchen duty.” You grinned at Copia, giving him a thumbs up as he awkwardly waited by the door. “Perfect.” You replied. “I was a little worried we’d be too early and I’d ruin the surprise.” You laughed, and Cirrus smiled in response- though it quickly turned into a smirk.

“He’ll probably smell you from across the church,” She snorted, before turning her attention to the ghoul pile on the couch. “We do have some new ghouls! Although you already know Dew and Mountain.” Cirrus laughed, covering her mouth.

Dewdrop was at the bottom of the pile, Mountain next, with two more ghouls on top. “Phantom is the one closest to Mountain,” Cirrus pointed. “And that’s Rain on top. Summoned a few months ago.” You smiled, greeting them softly- especially since a few were still asleep. “Ooooh,” Cirrus gasped, tugging your hand. “Let’s go to Swiss’ room. I’m sure that’s where you’ll be staying.”

You flushed, laughing as she practically dragged you.

“The other ghouls have jobs right now too,” She hummed, opening the door. “Should be over in about an hour or so though.”

You walked into the room a bit hesitantly, looking around. It was a typical man’s room, except for a few things that you had mailed him. There was a plushie, similar to the one you had, that sat nicely on the bed. Near his desk, there were photos of the two of you that you’d taken before leaving.

The room smelled like him, exactly as you’d remembered. You couldn’t help but grow more excited, thumbing over the pictures with a soft smile.

“Here are your bags, cara.” Copia said softly, both him and Cirrus sharing a look. “Thank you.” You murmured, just now realizing how anxious you were. You hesitated on taking the bag, before shaking yourself out of it- grabbing it by the handle and rolling it into the corner.

“What should I do?” You muttered, looking wide-eyed at Cirrus as you began to pace. “Do you think I should like- hide in the closet?” You were expressing all your thoughts aloud. “Or should I sit on the bed?” Copia gave a little wave, before he disappeared from the room. Cirrus was looking at you, and you could practically feel the pity radiating off of her. “Don’t worry so much.” She cooed, crossing the room to grasp your hands reassuringly. “He loves you. It doesn’t matter if you’re posed on his bed or hiding somewhere.”

You took a breath, squeezing her hands in thanks. She gave you a quick pat before letting you go. “Either way, my vote’s for you waiting on the bed.” If she wasn’t wearing a mask, you were sure she was wiggling her eyebrows at you. Her teeth were bared in a huge grin, which told you all you needed to know.

Your palms were sweaty, but you did your best to wave Cirrus off. You paced for a bit longer, freaking out even more when you looked at the time. Forty-five minutes had passed. At most, you had another fifteen to twenty before he was here. In the room. With you.

Giving up, you flopped onto his bed. You were both exhausted and wide awake, feeling as though you might go crazy from anxiety. Or throw up, whichever one happened first. You rolled over, staring at the ceiling.

I can do this. You breathed.

The door creaked. You shot up, heart pounding. Voices sounded from the living room, and you tried to relax. You could hear him talking almost through the walls, before he stopped. Then the other voices quieted too.

It was silent all of a sudden, before you heard footsteps rushing to the room. The door creaked loudly, smacking the wall with a bang.

You watched and listened with baited breath, sitting up straight.

“Princess?” He was there, standing in the doorway with his chest heaving. It was impossible not to recognize him, even with his mask on.

You stood, and it wasn’t even a second before Swiss, your ghoul, had crossed the room and brought you into his grasp. You could hear his heart beating, feel the way his chest moved quickly- still calming down from running into the room.

Your eyes welled up with tears, happy ones, as you felt his arms wrap around you. Relief settled in your chest, washing the earlier anxiety away. You started to cry before you could help it, pulling away a bit to look up at your partner.

“You’re really here.” He murmured, hands quickly coming up to your face to cup your cheeks. You smiled, sniffling a little as you looked at him. “I’m here.” You reassured. “And not leaving again.” The two of you shared a watery laugh.

You uncoiled yourself from Swiss, reaching up to pull his mask off. He was grinning brightly at you, and you felt your breath hitch. Ghouls were beautiful, and you’d seen his face so many times, but he always took your breath away.

You smiled too, running a thumb over his cheek where you were holding his face, before drawing him into a kiss.

Your lips moved in perfect sync, molding together easily. His hands pulled you closer and rested on your hips, drawing small circles into your skin. The kiss was gentle, your hands falling to rest on his chest. You hummed as Swiss gave you a gentle squeeze, sighing against your mouth before separating from you.

His hand met your cheek again, touch practically feather light as you pressed your cheek further into him. You turned your head, placing a few soft kisses into his palm.

A cheer interrupted the two of you, the other ghouls (Cirrus in front, of course) whooping loudly and clapping. Your face flushed, and you dropped your head against Swiss’ chest as he chuckled. He waved them off, and you only moved your head once you heard the door click shut.

He was looking at you again, so tenderly you thought you would melt. “I’ve missed you.” Swiss sighed, hugging you to him. Your arms wrapped around his middle in return. “Can’t believe you traveled all the way here and didn’t tell me.” He snorted. “Who knew you were such a sneak!”

You laughed, smiling softly as you looked up at him. You were honestly quite proud of yourself.

“I had a little help,” You admitted. “But it was so haaaard! I couldn’t tell you and I’d known for like months.” Your voice was little more than a whine.

“Months?!” Swiss yelped, eyebrows raising. “Damn,” He snickered. “You did good, baby. I didn’t suspect a thing.”

#ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost #swiss ghost #swiss ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss x reader #swissarmy #ghost fanfiction

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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HARD THOUGHT

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

Attending functions gave you the full and free liberty to doll up, not to mention how radiant and joyous the weddings were, they made you feel ecstatic, the after party being the highlight for you. Waking around, you couldn’t help but notice a guy with blonde hair sporting a smile so euphoric that it could make anyone swoon with just a look, however, just as he turned to look your way, eyes meeting yours in a sharp and sudden manner, you noticed the sudden change in his demeanour. With a smirk, his eyes darkened, scanning your figure with his lips bitten. The actions only piqued your interest further, giving him a challenging smile before making your way inside the hotel.

“Hey,” the guy spoke up, catching up with you in the elevator, “I’m Jake,” he extended his hand, the boyish smile plastered onto his face as you shook his hand, introducing yourself before you could go any further. Not many words were exchanged after that, both of you wanting nothing more than to kiss each other, something about him being an attractive stranger pulled you closer to him, till you were in his room, devoid of clothing and both panting as he pushed you against the wall with his plush lips on your body, your own lips swollen from how long you had been kissing.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, rubbing your pussy with his veiny hands, pushing his fingers inside and pumping them in and out to prep you for his cock. You could barely speak, letting out broken moans as he pushed you on the bed, parting your legs to make space for him before he pumped his cock, his tip entering your cunt as he easily bottomed out with how wet you had been. Your eyes closed with the pleasure, screaming out his name as he rammed his cock into you, fucking you to the point you cried out as you reached your high, him pulling out to spill his seeds on your waist. That was a one night stand you’d never forget.

The party wasn’t over yet though, the next day being an extra celebration which the couple had hosted at a club, it was loud and shiny, full of crowd. Last night had left you wanting more, and so with your luck, you looked up as the bartender informed you of the gentleman who sent you a cosmopolitan. Your heartbeat rose, the guy had the sharpest jawline you had ever seen. It was clear what he wanted and you weren’t opposed to the idea of being with him, in fact, you loved his cologne and how he took your hand in his while guiding you to his car. “You’re beautiful,” he complimented you smoothly. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you trailed off, gulping at how perfectly sculpted he looked, “Jay, you can moan that later,” he smirked, telling you his name.

You were so thankful that he had parked his car at a secluded area, cause as soon as you reached the parking, he asked you for your permission before pushing you against his car and smashing his lips onto yours in a fervent kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your hands running down to massage him through his pants. You loved how impatient you both were as you ended up in the front seat, on top of Jay, righteously moaning his name out as you sunk down on his cock, your walls clenching around him as he groaned, keeping his hands on your waist as he pushed you down on his cock further, fucking you till you made a mess on his cock, twice. You swore it was hottest thing when he made you suck him off, filling your mouth with his cum.

The trip had been wonderful for you, but you didn’t know it would change so quick as your mother called you to meet her best friend’s sons in a giddy manner. Your eyes widened as you saw both, Jake and Jay standing there with a smirk on their faces, saying hello to you, your mom soon informing you that you’ll be staying that their place for two days.

In conclusion: You were fucked.

#ria:thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jay smut #jake smut #enhypen smut #kpop smut

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Wayamaya

- A hot summer day on the beach with your lover, Elvis Presley. (That's basically it, lol)

- Warnings: seductive behaviour??

(Probably some mistakes since I made this at 3 a.m., lol. And it's short and sweet.)

Driving in a pink Cadillac down to Wayamaya Bay. The radio was playing some of the most popular songs of the sweet 60s. Sun rays played in your soft, shiny hair as they seeped into your eyes, which are big like cherry pies

Elvis was driving. The windows rolled down to let the warm summer breeze in. His hair was a jet black and messy. The wind blew through his velvet hair as his blue eyes stayed focused on the road. Palm trees and hibiscus flowers decorated the sides of the dirt road as your car drove smoothly over the few rocks. Elvis turned to you, and his lips curled to form his iconic smirk

"Whatcha doin', baby? You ain't talkin' much"

He stated with his deep, southern drawl slipping from the tip of his tongue. You turned your eyes towards him, followed by your head. Your plush lips formed a smile as you looked into the depths of his bright blues.

"Oh, nothing. I just got distracted. All of these flowers are so pretty. You see 'em?"

You asked as your delicate finger pointed to the tropical flowers on the side of the road. Elvis's eyes followed your hand, and his eyes met with the exotic flowers. He chuckled before speaking again.

"Yeah, I see 'em. But they ain't as pretty as you, my pretty baby."

He chuckled and took one of his hands from the steering wheel, and placed it under your chin. You let out a soft giggle as you looked up at him.

"Oh, stop it. No need to make me blush."

He looked down at you before letting out a chuckle.

"Don't be like that, little one. You know you're a pretty baby. My pretty baby."

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks before answering him.

"I know, I know. Stop making me blush."

He smirked. His only goal was to make you blush until you were a tomato.

"Hmmm, I don't think ya do. Say it. Say that you're my pretty baby, go on."

You rolled your bambi eyes before giggling once more. When it comes to Elvis, you have to do what he says, or he'll just keep bothering you. You sighed and looked up at him while smiling.

"I'm your pretty baby. Happy now?"

He chuckled and carresed your cheek with his thumb.

"Very."

And with that, his eyes shifted back to the road ahead. The rest of the drive was peaceful and sweet. Your eyes seemed to drift towards him naturally. You couldn't help but admire him, crave him, and worship him. He was everything: a boyfriend, father, lover, friend, and very nearly God to you. He was the dream man for every young girl. But to you, he was your man. And you were his girl. His dolly.

Soon enough, Elvis parked the car near a beach. The sand was golden, and the sky was like heaven. It was almost like a Norman Rockwell painting. Elvis smiled at you before opening the car door and stepping out. You followed and mirrored his actions; stepping out of the car and walking down to the shore. Elvis wrapped his arm around your shoulder and looked down at you with a loving smile.

"So, baby, what do ya wanna do first? We can lay in the sand, and maybe kiss. Or we can go swimming. It's up to you."

You looked back up at him with complete admiration before replying.

"I would like to swim first. The water seems nice and it's pretty hot today."

He smiled and nodded his head

"Well, let's go. But wait."

You looked at him and raised a brow

"What?"

"Last one there is a rotten egg!"

He exclaimed before immediately sprinting towards the shore. He had always been rather childish around you. You just seemed to bring out his soft side. You watched him sprint. His long legs looked so toned and perfect. But he was very fast since he had a history with football. You knew that you didn't stand a chance, but yet again, you gave into his childish ways. You let out a giggle before running after him. The two of you ran like children after an ice cream van. After what felt like running a marathon, you reached the water shortly after him. You laughed and gasped for breath. Elvis turned to you and chuckled before walking over to you and grasping your delicate hands.

"You okay, baby? I didn't mean to get you all tired."

You caught your breath and looked up into his eyes while giggling.

"I'm okay. But damn, you can run like a cheetah."

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, trying to smugly take your comment as a compliment before replying sarcastically.

"What can I say? I am pretty darn fast. Too bad your little legs can't compete."

He let out a chuckle. You rolled your doll-like eyes before playfully nudging him.

"Oh, shut up. My legs aren't that little."

You giggled. He smirked and eyed you up and down.

"Ya sure about that, hun? Last time I checked, you were only up to my shoulder."

You laughed before replying to his smug comment

"That's because you're like a giant. It's not every day that a girl gets to date a 6 foot tall rock star, you know."

Elvis chuckled once again before slapping your butt playfully.

"Enough with the silly talk. Let's get in the water already, baby."

The two of you stripped down to your swimming wear. You held hands as you both stepped into the marine blue water. Soon enough, the both of you were swimming swiftly in the water. Elvis had his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as he gently and slowly swam around with you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears and kissed you ever so gently. If he wasn't yours, you'd be jealous of his love. Just the feel of his touch sent electric shocks throughout your veins and into your golden heart.

After a long swimming session, both of you walked out of the water and onto the sand. Elvis sat down. You were about to do the same when he raised a hand in order to stop you.

"Nuh uh, you're gonna stay standing and put on a show for me."

"A show?"

"Yes, a show. A show for the camera so that I can save these memories."

You smiled as you watched him pull out a Polaroid camera from the beach bag that the both of you had packed previously. He pointed it towards you and looked through the lense. You giggled and smiled sweetly as the breeze blew through your hair.

"I'll put on a show for you, alright."

You smiled before doing a few cartwheels and twirls. He watched you like a father watched his daughter. He always had a smile on his face whenever he was admiring you.

"That's good and all, but I want a show. Not a circus performance."

He followed his statement with a suggestive smirk, heavily implying for you to do some provocative things while he filmed you. You instantly knew what he was talking about. You smirked and began to move your hips a little and play with the straps of your bikini. The way your body moved pulled him into a sort of love spell. Golden sand between your toes, your hair blowing in the breeze, your body moving seductively as he watched. You were like an old movie star who was blessed with beauty and grace. You couldn't help but break into laughter as you saw the look of awe on his face. He began to laugh, too.

"How do you expect me to stay serious when you're sat there basically drooling?"

You asked while still laughing. He looked up at you and smiled.

"I can't help it, baby. You just make me so hot. You're perfect."

The rest of your day was spent with him; having fun on the beach and falling more into the concept of true love.

(Okay, this was really short and shitty. But I'll try to stay more active!).

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #lana del rey #fanfic #fan fic writing #60s elvis #tumblr fyp #60s couples #wayamaya #summer

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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Can I request any/several lackadaisy characters of your choosing reacting to a gn reader who is related to Atlas May (maybe he was their uncle) and what they would think if the reader had similar characteristics and/or mannerisms to him?

I initially intended to cross this over with this anon and then completely forgot, so take this as the semi-official prequel. (Note: since we know little to nothing about Atlas, don’t take his mannerisms here as canon. I’m going off what little bits and bobs we have.)

Y/N’s heart was pounding in their ears. Atlas hummed in amusement as they wrung their paws together. He put his paw over theirs and patted them soothingly.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered to them. “They’ll like you.”

“They’re gangsters,” Y/N hissed through their teeth. “They don’t like anybody!”

“Only two of them are, and those two are out running errands tonight. If you freak out, they’ll freak out. Keep calm, make conversation and if you have to have a row with someone then take it outside.”

The last part made Y/N snicker, their hackles finally soothing. Atlas chuckled a little himself and looked out the car window again. “Would you look at that. We’re here.”

Y/N pricked their ears and looked out the window themself as the car slowed to a stop. A cluster of giggling young queens slipped through the door of a building marked the Little Daisy Cafe. Y/N shot their older brother an unsure look. “You sure this is the right place?”

“You’ll see.” Atlas gave the driver a few bills and opened the car door. “Come on now.”

Y/N and Atlas slipped out of the car and through the door of the café. It was a small and homey place, the smell of baked goods still lingering in the air. Atlas left Y/N to take it all in as he went to a shelf holding some candy.

A click and grinding noise jolted Y/N out of their sniffing and they rushed over to Atlas. The shelf he was at smoothly gave way like a door. The older tomcat gestured his sibling through and pulled the makeshift door closed behind them.

“Stay close to me,” he said as they went down a few steps to a confusing network of caves. “It’s easy to get lost down here. Trust me, I know.”

The smell of the caves wasn’t nearly as appealing as the café. Thankfully, Atlas has been walking to and from his little speakeasy for several months now, so the smell got better the closer they got to the area tapping booze like water.

A chubby black-and-white cat with an adorable face straightened up as soon as the two arrived to some fancy-looking doors. “Mr. May!”

“Horatio.” Atlas nodded to him. “This is my younger sibling, Y/N. May you please open the door for us?”

“Y-Yes yes of course!”

Horatio pushed the door open and held it with his paw. Atlas walked by and fondly patted his shoulder, Y/N gave the nervous cat a smile. They liked him immediately.

The inside of the speakeasy was bustling with activity. Cats of almost all ages were dancing by the stage, flirting with each other at the bar or passing out on the abundance of tables scattered around. A willowy full-figured feline caught Atlas’ eye and Y/N watched his light up. ‘Ah, this must be Mitzi.’

Mitzi made her way over casually, greeting Atlas with a chirp and a purr. Atlas kissed her cheek and gestured to Y/N, putting one arm around her waist.

YN took the hint. “Hello, I’m Y/N. You must be the fabulous Mitzi I keep hearing about.”

“A pleasure,” Mitzi purred, holding out her paw. "My, you sound so much like your brother. A young double of him, perhaps."

Y/N shook her paw and was surprised at how strong her grip was. She was such a flighty-looking feline, yet her hold was as strong as Atlas's.

Mitzi smirked at them before standing on the tips of her toes to whisper into her partner’s ear. Y/N’s smile grew forced as they watched her. Something about how she moved felt…off. Calculated. Like she planned every step before she took action.

They both liked her and didn’t. What an odd cat.

“Hiya!”

A cheery voice coming from behind Y/N made them flinch and turn around quickly. A light-furred flapper girl stood gazing at them quizzically. A light soon turned on in those amber eyes. “Oh! You’re Y/N!”

Y/N blinked. “Ivy?”

Ivy nodded and bounced on her heels. Y/N was dumbfounded. “Aren’t you too young to be in here?”

“There’s no stopping her from getting what she wants,” Atlas spoke up from behind the two with a low chuckle.

“I’ll take them from here, Mr. May!” Ivy chriped as she grabbed onto Y/N’s arm. “You and Miss M go have fun!”

Y/N stumbled over their feet as the young queen dragged them through the crowd. “Rocky and everyone else is already here,” she spoke excitedly. “I can’t wait for you to meet them all!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. Soon Y/N couldn’t, either. This was going to be one interesting night.

Horatio looked up from his perch by the doorway. His ears pricked when he saw Y/N coming down. “Good evening, Mx. May!”

They nodded to him. He propped the door open for them and they gave him a thankful smile.

“Uh oh!” A bandmember called from the bar as Y/N walked in. “Here comes trouble!”

“Shut it, JJ,” the lanky leader of the band snapped.

Y/N shook their head with a snicker. Another band member’s head snapped up, then their ears drooped.

“I-I’m sorry,” the member stammered. “It’s just that…”

“I know,” Y/N said with a saddened smile.

“I sound like a younger version of him.”

#🖋 mod ille #Oneshot on the Rocks #Atlas May #Lackadaisy #lackadaisy & reader #lackadaisy reader insert

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Race of champions | Part two

Summary: This is the first time Mabel will attend a racing event. All happy and full of apprehension, the dream weekend will take a somewhat dramatic turn.

Character name: Mabel Lindberg, aka May.

Part one | Part two | Part three

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

In her sleep, she dreams of a weird thing. Something dark and sweet at the same time.

Saturday morning feels different. Everyone is excited about the first part of the competition. Today the crown is the world’s fastest nation. Every team will be performing at their best. She can’t wait till noon.

This morning she ran around the track with some of the drivers. They were extremely friendly to everyone who came to them. Answering everyone and all. “This is clearly the best weekend ever!” She thought as she prepared herself to leave for the race.

The start of competition started well. The different teams did laps of practice before setting off for the race. The first riders pass, and the excitement goes up a notch. The crowd is delirious, and despite the biting cold, no one complains.

Mabel made friends through the crowd. Speaking with tournament animation, she has stars full of eyes to see the cars paraded at high speed on the circuit. Everything runs smoothly.

It is the turn of Mick Schumacher to pass on the circuit. The first lap goes well, but in the second, he loses control of his car without apparent reason. The wheels skid in one of the turns, and the vehicle comes at full speed on a slight slope that propels it in the air. Time stops, and the scene seems to go in slow motion for the present world.

With eyes filled with terror, she sees the car approaching at high speed and rubs her before crashing a few meters longer in a snowbank. The crowd lost its voice, and even the event's music stopped.

Without thinking, Mabel heads towards the car, still running and spinning in the void. She has no idea why she decides to intervene, but her brain is not responding. The front of the car is wholly embedded in the snow, but the engine is still running. She manages to open the door on the driver’s side or is unconscious Mick, his foot pressed in the pedal.

She puts her hand in the vehicle and waits for the power button, and she presses it, and the car finally stops working.

She raises her head and falls nose to nose with Mick’s helmet. She raises his head so that he does not choke. His teammate is conscious and trying to understand what is happening, but the shock is brutal for both.

The paramedics arrived at the scene of the accident and quickly took over. Mabel retreated, still shocked and shaken. With rapid breathing and shortness of breath, she can feel panic. However, she was cut short in her moment when Sebastian Vettel rushes towards her, taking her at a further distance from the scene.

He turns the young woman to him and hastens to call for help. She didn’t realize it, but a large gash burned into her skin when the car flew. Pieces of ice are stuck in her cheek, and he doesn’t understand how she can’t feel anything.

She puts her hand on her cheek and realizes the severity of the cut. The blood flows, and her gloves are quickly dyed red.

“Are you okay?” Asks Sebastian as he holds her so the paramedic can help her.

“I don’t feel my face,” she mumbles, lost in her head.

“You’re lucky that it didn’t touch your eyes. But we’re gonna have to bring you to the hospital. Get in the truck,” says the doctor, who gives her a compress to keep on the wound.

Sitting in the ambulance, they take Mick in with her. He is still unconscious, and they fear a celebratory commotion or worse. Forbidden to the scene, she sits next to the driver. Unable to say something. To reassure herself, she grabs his hand and feels a little better. The warmth of the hand makes a feel more confident. She feels that the hand is gripping hers, even though it is minimal.

They arrive at the closest hospital.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #sebastian vettel

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Beat the Heat: Top Tips to Keep Your Cool This Summer

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#hvac services #air conditioning #beat the heat #summer

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The top 10 property maintenance services tasks [INFOGRAPHIC]

Imagine managing a property without proper maintenance. It’s like driving a car without ever checking the oil or brakes. Property maintenance services is essential for successful property management. Making sure everything runs smoothly and addressing issues before they become bigger. Learn the top 10 maintenance tasks every property manager should prioritize to keep their properties in good condition. Are you a homeowner looking to keep your property in top shape? Or perhaps you're a landlord wanting to ensure your rental properties are well-maintained? Look no further! In this blog post, we will discuss the top 10 property maintenance services tasks that are essential for keeping your property in tip-top condition. From landscaping and cleaning to plumbing and electrical work, we've got you covered with all the must-do tasks to keep your property looking its best. Stay tuned for some valuable tips and insights on how to effectively maintain your property!

Source: Property maintenance services

#infograpic #cool infographics #home business

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Rich Spouses and Social Climbing - The Pitfalls

I always see posts on here from women wanting to become affluent. Which is fair. But what's frustrating is that 90% of posts are tips on how to land a rich husband.

Getting a partner with money is all very well and good. You don't want to end up being an ATM for someone with no drive to improve themselves. But a man's paycheck shouldn't be what you rely on.

A man can run out on you. He can turn abusive. He can cheat on you. I know a woman in real life, my mother's colleague, who dated a rich man and it ended miserably. She came here as a broke immigrant, got a job at a company, and started dating the millionaire founder, who moved her into his mansion and bought her all kinds of expensive gifts, including a luxury car. A pretty impressive hypergamy success story, right? Going from illegal immigrant to rich man's girlfriend?

Well, no. Her millionaire boyfriend was a jerk who beat her. Then one day he kicked her out, by bringing home a 19 year old he'd been cheating on her with who screamed at her while dragging her out of the mansion by her hair. The boyfriend gave the car and all the other gifts he'd bought her to the 19 year old. He also fired her from her job at his company (although she took him to court over that and won the case). He went on to marry the 19 year old and they had three kids, although they've since divorced.

My mother's colleague is in her 40s now. She's trying to get back with the millionaire who treated her so awfully and posts pictures of her yachting trips with him. But it's been many, many months and if he actually wanted a relationship with her again and to lavish her with anything more than inviting her on his yacht every now and then, he would have done it by now. Everyone just gossips about how pathetic it is that she keeps desperately hanging around this guy who not only obviously doesn't want anything with her beyond sex, but was also horribly abusive to her.

What I'm saying is, you can't depend on a man. Even if you meet that rich man who wants you as a wife or girlfriend, it could still crumble to pieces. Getting a rich husband doesn't guarantee stable wealthiness.

Neither does a rich wife. Sapphics, don't be complacent just because women usually don't overtly behave violently or adulterously. Sure, a lot of sapphics will treat you like a queen because in the small dating pool of women attracted to other women, they're very glad to have found another sapphic who's their type and who likes them back. But there are still plenty of wlw out there who will play you, or abuse you.

Don't rely on a spouse. You need your own money in case things take a thing for the worse, and you never know when they will. There are so many stories of women who married men who seemed to be the sweetest guy, but who changed eventually and made them feel awful. Is it worth it to be treated awfully as long as you have access to material things? Do you want to risk being suddenly left by someone and having no money of your own to fall back on?

Don't just learn about how to get a spouse with money. Learn about investing, making your own money, bonds, being financially literate. Get skills, a trade, an education, etc, so you can make your own money. Most of the women whose lifestyles are adored on here and who so many want to emulate, from Audrey Hepburn to Kimora Lee Simmons - they always had their own gigs and money! Landing a rich spouse and assuming their relationship would always go smoothly was not how they achieved their affluence - working hard on their careers was!

#hypergamy #glow up #level up #levelling up #dream girl journey #femininity

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imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend · 2 years

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 24: Shots

okay, so sorry for taking forever. I didn't know where to go with this.

and i still didn't so i'm just posting what i have

on a totally separate note, I have officially graduated from my Master's! Wow. I'm shook. Writing was always a way to de-stress for me throughout my journey and i'm glad you've come along with me.

thank you:)

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: After what happens at the hospital, Billy needs to get out of New York. Things don’t start out smoothly.

Warnings: death, swearing, being held against will, canon-typical violence

Words: 1.8k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 23

Carla Russo died quietly. She didn’t have any cardiac concerns, so she wasn’t on an EKG. There wasn’t any dramatic slowing down of a heart rhythm on a monitor. You just stood there, frozen in shock, as her eyes closed and her breathing stopped.

Billy’s voice calling your name snapped you out of your trance.

“What have you done?” You asked, eyes focusing on his face.

“Honestly, what I should have done a long time ago.” He looked down at his mother with distaste.

“Oh my god, Billy. Move, I need to-” You went toward her but Billy blocked you. He grabbed your arms.

“No. She deserves death for what she did to me.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. You tried reaching out for his face. “Billy-”

He tilted his chin away from you. “We don’t have time for this. We’re leaving.”

He let you go and his hand took yours in a death grip and he dragged you towards the door. Your eyes flicked to the code blue button on the wall.

Before he opened the door, he put his lips next to your ear. “Do not forget about your little friend. All it takes is one text and she’ll end up like Mother.”

Tears sprung forth in your eyes. “Okay.” You could only manage a whisper.

Billy kissed your cheek, surprisingly tenderly, and a single tear dripped down your face. “Good girl.”

He opened the door and you tried you best to keep up with him despite your trembling body and blurry eyes. You were back in the car before you knew it, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

Billy said nothing as he got in, and you drove back without speaking. When you were back in the penthouse you went straight to the whiskey and poured a generous glass. You took a sip, then another. The tears dried as the drink burned your throat.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened. In addition to all of the fucked-up things Billy had done, he had just killed his own mother.

You gulped down the rest of the whiskey and coughed at the burn.

“I think you need to slow down.” Billy’s voice came from behind you.

“Do not fucking talk to me.” You didn’t even turn around. “I can’t even look at you.”

“That’s not going to end up working in the long run, baby girl.”

“I can’t believe you did that.” You shook your head.

“I told you that she deserved it.”

You turned around. “It wasn’t up to you to decide if she lived or died! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Billy’s nostrils flared. “She is responsible for the shitty life I had. She was so cracked out she had to surrender her son to strangers. I got thrown around in the foster system. I almost got molested when I was ten years old.” He seethed. “Do you know how fucked up that is? How terrifying that is for a child?”

You couldn’t help but look at him with sympathy.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” His nostrils flared angrily.

You straightened your face. “You’re right. You don’t deserve my sympathy. You’re a fucking murderer.”

Billy said nothing and moved beside you to pour himself a glass. He drained it in one tip.

“We should go to bed. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow.”

You glared at him. “I am not sleeping with you.”

“I’m not sleeping anywhere but my own bed, darlin’.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I don’t think so.”

“If you think that I’d share a bed with you, after everything you’ve done, you’re more fucked up than I thought.” You turned on your heel to go get away from him, but you were dizzier from the drink than you thought. Billy had to catch you as you stumbled over your feet.

“Whoa. I got you, little lady.”

You felt like writhing in his arms. “Don’t touch me.”

He didn’t let you go, though. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you in a hug, and cradled the back of your head so you couldn’t pull away.

His embrace was so warm and familiar. It brought a conflicting comfort that made your heart ache. The tears came before you could stop them, and you slumped against Billy as you began to cry. He was holding your weight up, and ended up carrying you into the master bedroom.

He set you on the bed and you tried to control your breathing. You swiped at your wet eyes. “I was serious, Billy. I can’t sleep next to you, I just can’t.” You hiccupped. “Not tonight.”

He sighed deeply, but nodded his head. “Alright. Get some sleep. We’re leaving before sunrise tomorrow.”

You nodded numbly, and let him lean down and kiss your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You said nothing, and his lips pressed together in a tight line but he left you alone for the night.

You went pee and brushed your teeth, then pulled off all of your clothes. You put on a sleep shirt before you slipped under the covers, and thankfully the whiskey helped lull you to sleep.

***

You were woken by a kiss to your forehead. You felt like you were being pulled out of a coma, you were so tired. You turned your face and rubbed your eyes.

“Morning, sleeping beauty. It’s time to get ready.”

You sighed deeply. “I need to shower.”

“We don’t really have time for that.”

“Please, Billy.”

“Fine. Don’t be too long.”

You looked over at the clock. It was only 4am.

“You woke me up at 4am?”

“You can sleep on the plane.”

You pushed yourself up into sitting. “Plane?”

“Go get in the shower. I have a bag packed for you already. We leave in 45.”

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered. You pushed back the covers and pushed Billy away from you with the back of your arm. You begrudgingly grabbed the clothes that had been neatly folded on the dresser for you and headed into the washroom.

Your reflection looked sad. Bags under your eyes, which were bloodshot. Your skin looked dull, and you didn’t want to talk about your hair. Those last two things could be fixed with a shower.

You didn’t really want to face Billy, knowing that he was stealing you away from your life. You were too tired and numb to cry about it. You stayed under the spray for a long time, and jumped at the harsh knocking at the door.

“Ten minutes, baby girl.” Came Billy’s voice. “Don’t make me call for you again.

You shut off the water and grabbed a towel.

When you were dressed and back in the bedroom, Billy handed you a duffel bag.

“Everything you had here is in this bag. We can buy you more clothes and things when we get settled.”

“And where exactly is that?”

“Let’s just call it a surprise, for now.”

You huffed in annoyance but took the bag.

“So, what about my apartment? Did you cancel my lease?”

“I’ve paid for another month’s rent, and I’m getting a moving company to put some of your things, smaller things, in a storage unit.”

“Oh. Okay.” You didn’t know what to say. “Well, I appreciate that.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not sure when you’ll get back to them but they’ll be there.”

“Thank you.” You said sincerely.

He gave you a small smile. “Anything for my little lady.” He cleared his throat. “We gotta get to the airport.”

You shouldered the bag and followed Billy through the penthouse and into the elevator. Jack was in the elevator as well, but you didn’t acknowledge him. It was an awkward, silent ride down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened there was a loud, echoing noise before you saw a spark against the elevator and Billy pulled you in and pushed you against the buttons.

More gunfire lit up the elevator, but you, Billy and Jack managed to tuck yourself against the walls. Well, Billy saved you. You froze as soon you’d heard that first shot. You had dropped your duffel bag in surprise at the first shot, and you watched it get torn apart by bullets.

“Fuck.” Billy muttered. “Rawlins.”

“Billy,” you whimpered, terrified, hands over your ears.

His eyes seared into yours. “Okay, baby girl. I need you to listen to every word I say.”

You said nothing.

“Y/N, we’re going to be fine. I just need you to listen to me, okay?” He reached into the back of his pants and pulled out a pistol.

You nodded, eyes wide with fear.

“Okay. We need to get to the garage, into the Escalade, and then out of here. We’re going to drive straight to the airport. Forget your bag, I have everything we need.”

“Okay.” You whispered. Surely, he didn’t hear you over the noise, but he nodded in reply.

“You’re going to stay behind me. I want you to grab the back of my belt and keep your body behind mine, okay?”

You nodded.

“Good. Okay.” He moved from in front of you, and now had his shoulder pressed against the inner wall of the elevator. You reached out a shaky hand and slid it under his suit jacket to grab hold of his belt.

Billy made some gestures to Jack. They waited for the gun fire to cease before they both fired some shots. You moved with Billy, and he did his best to shield your body with his. Jack was to your left, as you advanced to the door that led to the parking garage. Luckily, Billy parked his cars on the ground level, and didn’t have a spot further underground.

You heard a few grunts and assumed Billy and Jack had hit some of the assailants.

“Open the door.” Billy shouted to you.

You realized you had reached the door to the garage and you pulled it open with one hand, keeping your other hand snug on Billy’s belt.

Jack went in, gun raised and fired a few shots before he signaled for you and Billy to follow. Billy pushed to the front, gun raised, head on a swivel as he slowly led you toward the Escalade.

You saw something and peeked out from around Billy. There was a flash and a bang, then another and you watched a man’s brains splatter against a white car.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, but Billy didn’t hesitate to keep moving forward. It felt like there was cotton in your ears as Billy swiftly led you to the Escalade. Billy was about to open the door when more bullets sprayed, and he tugged you down with him. He waited for the firing to stop before he popped up and pulled the trigger twice. You heard two grunts and then thuds.

You noticed the tires on the Escalade had been shot out.

“Fuck!” Billy said. He rubbed his hand over his beard. “Okay, option B.”

Billy pulled you over to his Rolls Royce. He opened the door for you and ushered you inside, just as more shots were fired your way. Billy let off a couple more shots before he got into the driver seat.

“What about Jack?” you managed to ask as Billy started with engine.

“He’ll be fine. My priority is getting you out of here.” And with that, Billy peeled out of the garage.

A/N: yeah so I’m sorry it ends so abruptly but I’ve literally had this sitting in my docs like this for weeks and it’s not going anywhere so I just posted it like this. I hope you enjoyed it, it was rushed and also slaved over if that makes sense?

okay bye

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Chapter 25

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