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k-vanity · 6 months ago

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Why don't you come and grab a bite to eat?~

Look at the menu and choose something delicious to hit the right spot! We have something for the writers and the content creators because we want everyone to have a treat.

Open from Sept 22 to Nov 22, the Fashion Team's 'Fall For You' Cafe's menu is available to our members.

For those who are writers, order from the Meals/Drinks options and if you're a content creator, why don't you look at our Desserts menu? You can upgrade to a set menu by choosing one meal, one drink and adding some side dishes OR how about a couple set? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to share a meal with your special other half?

*ೃ༄ 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔:

Brown Sugar Sweet Potatoes — ‘You go to this cafe every time you visit your hometown and for the first time since leaving high school, you see the boy you had a crush on… or should you say, man.’

Apple Slaw — ‘You’re strolling through a busy fall farmers market enjoying the aroma of apple pies. What happens next would make for an unforgettable autumn.’

Pumpkin Ravioli — ‘You get lost at night in a pumpkin patch and a kind, handsome stranger helps you.’

Autumn Salad — ‘You need a lot of help to harvest this year’s crops for the fall festival, so you hire the new stranger that recently moved into town.’

Butternut Squash Soup — ‘You got invited to Friendsgiving but I your friend group is insisting they set you up with a date for the event’

Mummy Brie Bites — ‘There's a haunted house at the end of your street that your friends insist always holds the best halloween parties. You're the only person who seems to remember that the old house didn' t even exist yesterday’

Wild Mushroom Risotto — 'There's a full moon coming and your best friend has dragged you out into the middle of the woods to perform a ritual that changes your life entirely. '

Slow-cooker Beef Goulash — 'It's just a little cut, you don't know why your new neighbour is making such a big deal out of it. (think vampire)'

Squash, Chickpea and Coconut Curry — 'There's a halloween party happening in your house, a party you never wanted to happen but none of your housemates listened to your complaints. While you're standing at the side of the room sulking about the noise and strangers in your home, a stranger approaches you and compliments you on your ghost costume. You're too shocked by being talked to that you don't manage to correct him that it's not a costume and you've been stuck haunting this house for the past three years.'

Satay Chicken Noodle Soup with Squash — 'A cosy night in with a book and a mug of hot chocolate by the fireplace turns into something you could've never expected.'

Rarebit Toasties with Sticky Marmite Onions — 'It's a brand new romantic relationship and you're baking together for the first time.'

Roasted Beets, Plum and Pecan Salad — 'You call the police when you see someone with an axe and covered in blood approaching your new neighbour's door. Turns out, that person was your neighbour coming back from their shift at the halloween fair where they work as a scare actor.'

Beetroot Soup — 'You must be paranoid, there's no way the scarecrow watching over the corn maze has been watching you. Right?'

Root Vegetable Rice — 'Thanksgiving is at your parent’s place every year and every year, you drive home to visit. What happens when your car breaks down and the mechanic who comes to save you is none other than your best friend’s smoking hot brother? You haven’t seen each other since you were in that awkward phase in high school'

Cauliflower Crust Pizza - 'A bad day got even worse when a stranger spilt their coffee on you and you forgot your umbrella when it rained. A bad day got even WORSE when you get dumped over text and now have to find a date to this stupid wedding. Maybe the bad day gets a little better when your cute coworker says they’ll be happy to escort you.'

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔:

Red Maple Cinnamon Mocha — “Is being stuck in this cabin all day while it rains a bad thing? I think it’s perfect.”

Apple Cider — “I’m not scared…as long as you’re here with me, everything is okay.”

Pumpkin Spice Latte — “Excuse me, but is this seat taken?”

Caramel Apple Latte — “Ugh, I forgot my umbrella,” “You can share mine,”

Witches Brew — "I dare you to ask that ugly zombie for their number" (at a zombie run or haunted house or something)

Masala Chai — “I vote we ditch the others and just do our own thing tonight.”

Horchata Chai — “Can you stop licking that lollipop like that? It's so hard to concentrate.”

Earl Grey Hot Toddy — “Okay, I get it. You had a bad day, and life sucks, but don’t take it out on me! I’m just trying to help.”

Peppermint Matcha Latte — “On a normal day, I’d prefer snow over rain, but right now, I’d rather it rained.”

Hojicha Latte — “You keep saying that you know how to get out of this [corn maze/escape room/haunted house/etc] but I think we’re lost.”

Nutella Coffee Latte — "Don't you sell just normal coffee without all these themes and flavour? I just want coffee to get me through the day."

Butterbeer — “Don’t be silly— werewolves and wizards aren’t real.” “But vampires could be…”

Perfect Poison Punch — “Are you a vampire? Because this is feeling a bit like love at first bite.”

Hocus Pocus Milkshake — "I can see into your mind, I know what you want and lucky for you, I can give it to you."

Pomegranate Cranberry Mocktail — “Alright, party’s over. Let’s get you sobered up.”

London Fog — “You said what to who now?! Why?!”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔:

Pecan Pie — Cafe aesthetics

Apple Pie — Apple picking

Pumpkin Pie — Pumpkin carving

Cranberry Cheesecake — Warm colours

Candy Apple — Halloween colors/vibes

Caramel Pear Blondies — Baking together

Toffee Apple Bread and Butter Pudding — Raking leaves

Banoffee Pie — soft colours

Almond and Apple Tart — haunted house/corn maze

Pumpkin pie Smores — gothic/dark

Pear and Blackberry Crumble — sweet tooth/trick or treat

Pear, Pecan and Caramel Crumble — rainy days

French Apple Tart — monochrome with one dominant colour

Apple Fritters — matching costumes

Feijoa, Honey and Pistachio Strudel — [idol] as [horror character]

𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔:

Mistakes Happen — Mistaken Identity + Supernatural!AU

Kiss in the rain — Kissing as a distraction + Magic!AU + Best friends to lovers

Hunter Paradise — Hurt/comfort + Tending to their wounds + Confessions

Eat well everyone and enjoy the season!

Rules

Must be a member of the net

Writers - must be at least 500 words

Visual artists - can be moodboards, gfx, gifs, icons, etc.

Include prompt(s) in some part of your work

Tag #kfallforyou and #kvanity

Net rules and regulations apply to the event

Event Timeline

Sept 22th-Nov 22nd

M.list posted Nov 27th

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hugmeimtouchdeprived · 1 year ago

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Ghost! Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x fem!reader - Chapter 2

Chapter 2!!! I'm busy with school and assignments and looking for a summer job and starting my final thesis, but I write when I have time and energy to do so😊

Let's ignore the fact that I posted this a few hours ago, but deleted it because I came up with something that I really wanted to change so I'm posting it again now

Content warning: Talk of possible stalking and breaking in (not really what's happening, but it's mentioned?), mention of blood.

Original drabble | Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

“Come on, what else could it be?”

“I’m not being haunted, Donna,” you groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose between two fingers. You glance around the small café, fairly empty of other patrons at this time of the day. The two of you sit next to the large windows, watching as people walk and drive by. It’s a weekday, middle of the day, so most people are likely still at school or work.

Donna is an old family friend. Used to be your neighbour when you were a kid and would often babysit you if your parents couldn’t find another babysitter. The two of you grew close until she got married and moved to the states briefly, before returning with her wife. It’s rare the two of you get time to see each other, but it’s always nice when you do.

You swear she hasn’t changed a bit since you were a kid. She’s in her early 50s, you’d guess, and still just as full of energy as she was all those years ago. Her wife is a bit of a mystery to you, but you know she travels a lot for work.

And that Donna loves her more than anything.

“What else could it be?” Donna repeats for the hundredth time. “You’re being followed by something; we both know it,” she insists. Donna has always been fairly enthusiastic, or at least interested in, the afterlife and ghosts and whatnot. You, not so much. Sure, it is intriguing, what happens after death and all the different views on the subject, if ghosts and spirits exist. Intriguing, but not very believable in your mind.

“You know, there was that terrorist attack in that tunnel a few months ago. A lot of people died there, I heard there was a soldier that passed, too,” she continues, her tone more serious now.

Donna always seems to know things. Sure, the attack, its casualties, have been public knowledge, at least some part of it. But Donna always seems to have more information than even the news do. You always joke she must have someone on the inside of all these things. “Something like that,” she’d respond.

You told her about everything as a joke, to try and ease your own nerves. She ended up taking it way more seriously than you would have anticipated. Maybe you should have predicted that, in hindsight, but at least she doesn’t seem to think you’ve lost your mind.

And sure, you promised yourself you wouldn’t talk about it to anyone, that you’d just go on with your merry life and ignore it, assume it’s a figment of your imagination. But you trust Donna, you wouldn’t be surprised if she knows you better than your parents do. Probably better than you do, if you’re being honest. And things really are getting out of hand with your ghostly friend. Roommate, squatter, stalker, whatever. You’re not sure what to call him, but it’s all too real to really keep ignoring it.

He’s in your goddamn home, your sanctuary, your safe space. Where you haven’t yet allowed even some of your friends to visit, you’re not sure if your coworkers even really know where you live. And this- this thing has invaded it, made himself right at home. Begging, yelling at him to leave you alone, to leave your home at once. The train station and the bookstore were manageable, at least. This? No. No way. This is your home, your apartment. It’s yours! You live alone and you quite like that, thank you very much.

You swear you see the shadow shake and shift, as if trying to hold in his laughter. He does seem to give you more space after that, though; instead of standing right next to or behind you, he stands in doorways, corners of rooms. That’s something, you guess.

And that’s the other thing. He’s so human, you often mistake him for an actual person standing in the corner of your room. It’s like having an extra clingy roommate, following you around the apartment. At least you can shower and change your clothes in peace. (That’s what you think. He’s not snooping or being creepy, of course not! He’s just lonely, needs the comfort of being with someone.)

It’s almost freaky how used to it you’ve gotten. It has been, what, a few months? You know by now that he, whoever he is, isn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

The shadow in the corner of your eye no longer freaks you out nearly as much. You still don’t know who he is, or was, why he’s here and with you of all people, but you accept it. Not that you’d have a choice in the matter, anyway.

You watch movies with him. You see him next to you on your couch, almost feel his weight on the cushions, as if sitting next to a real, living person. Somehow, you can just tell when you’ve picked something he likes. The air around you feels different, more relaxed. He looks like he’s leaning forward in his seat, sitting on the edge of the couch when the movie gets exciting or interesting. You hear him laugh, not even the airy sound it was before, but an almost proper one.

He audibly groans if you pick something he doesn’t like. Might even throw a pillow on the floor or keeps turning the tv off. You’ll either scold him and keep attempting to turn it back on until he gets bored and gives up, or you’ll give up first and put on something he might like more. Problem is, you’re both stubborn beings, and might “argue” over the movie for a long time.

During horror movies you find yourself leaning towards him, looking for that feeling of safety he provides. It always takes you a moment to realize you can’t curl into his side, with his arm around you, like you would if he was physically there.

As more time goes by, you see more of him. He becomes more refined, quite literally. Going from a shadow in the corner of your eye, disappearing the moment you try to look at it, to what you’re sure is a human man. You can’t exactly see the details of his features, his face, but there are some things that are certain.

He's tall. Taller than you, at least. Muscular, too, by the looks of it, and wearing some sort of gear. Military, maybe? Donna did mention hearing of some soldier who died in those tunnels some months ago. Or maybe you’re being haunted by some terrorist who has taken a liking to you. You sincerely hope it’s the first one, though.

And then there’s the very obvious gunshot wound to his temple, oozing blood down the side of his face and neck. It drips down his chin and vanishes before hitting the floor. It’s more visible in darkness, or in the light of the moon and stars. You do your best to ignore it, there’ll be time to ask about it later. Surely not a subject he’d be very open to discuss or reminisce over.

At some point, it starts to feel nice to have some company over, even if it means you get little to no privacy. His presence makes you feel safer, in a way. You’re not sure if he could do much if someone was to break into your apartment or harass you at work or while running errands, or if he even would do anything to help you, but it still feels almost like having a guard dog. A dog that no one else can even see, unless he wants to be seen.

That’s what you think, at least. You see him because he wants you to. There’s not much concrete evidence of how ghosts really work, so you’re mostly going on what you’ve read about the subject and different cultures, and your own gut instinct.

You know your ghost can talk, too. A little bit, at least, not quite full sentences. You’ve heard what you swear was a laugh, a groan, mumbled words. He’s getting stronger, and you’re certain he will answer your questions, eventually. You’ll be patient.

One evening, you ask for his name while getting ready for bed in the bathroom. You see his hulking figure behind you in the mirror, dark shadow almost looking like he’s leaning against the wall. Not that you were expecting any response, but it’s still disappointing to not get one. The bar of soap at your sink gets tossed to the floor. “It was just a question, you know. No need to start throwing stuff around if you don’t want to answer,” you mumble as you pick it up. It’s back on the floor as soon as you turn your back to toss your clothes in the laundry basket.

You wake up feeling cold that night. Glancing at the clock, it’s barely past midnight. You close your eyes, wanting to go back to sleep; having an early morning tomorrow, you want to at least try to get a proper night of sleep.

Something’s wrong, though. It takes you a while to realize what exactly that is. It’s cold, unusually so even under your thick duvet. A weight behind you in bed as you lie on her side. An arm around your waist, weighing you down. Someone’s cold, hard chest pressed against your back.

This is a dream. A fucking nightmare. It must be.

Feeling the weight shift behind you, a cold breath of air at the back of your neck, wakes you up rather quickly. The panic settles in slow, creeping up as you process the situation, eyes wide open.

You squeeze your eyes shut, considering your options. You could tear that arm off you and make a run for it. Scream as you go, get the attention of your neighbours; the middle-aged lady whose name you haven’t bothered to learn, who is always so quick to blame you for any and every sound she hears. Or you could just go back to sleep, ignore your problems until the morning, or until the person behind you decides to do something. Just- just ignore it until then.

Or you could turn around and see who it is.

What if they’re not even asleep? Watching, waiting for you to react?

You try to rationalize it, you always do. Always have a plan, always prepared for anything.

Not this, though.

How the hell could anyone ever be prepared for waking up to something like this?

You try to move, to slide out of bed, moving so slow the person behind you wouldn’t notice if they’re truly asleep. Their grip only tightens around your waist, stilling your movement. You hold your breath.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!

What’s a person supposed to do here, in a situation like this? You’ve heard enough horror stories – stories from real life, real people, not mere fiction – about how these things usually end. A woman living alone, someone forcing entry to their home after weeks, or even months of stalking them, getting to know their schedule, their workplace, their life. Every option, every possible action you could take has its risks, and your mind in running a million miles per hour.

You decide to turn, the pure fear getting to you. Fear of simply not knowing who this person is, why or how they’re here, in your home. In your bed.

You turn, moving slowly and carefully again, to face whoever is in the bed with you. Your heart pounds in your chest, the fear and anxiety or what or who you’ll see terrifying you to your very core.

There’s nothing there. In the dark room, you only see the moonlight peeking through the blinds, not doing much to light your room.

There’s nothing there.

Your eyes close and you take a deep breath, telling yourself it was some fucked up dream that just felt too real. You have been stressed out lately, more so than usual, so it's not that out of the question that it would start affecting you in different ways.

You promptly choose to ignore the still cold to the touch indentation on the mattress beside you.

You don’t even notice the now familiar eyes watching you from the corner of your bedroom.

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!🌷

Also, I've been very busy and stressed recently, mostly with uni and assignments and starting my final thesis. I've found writing this to be sort of relaxing, like a way to get my mind off of things when it gets too much and my brain turns to mush. :)

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storytowrite · 2 years ago

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|Because I’m obsessed with you ~ Yang Jeongin|

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Theme: Jeongin x Reader

Warnings: IN is a kind of stalker

Word Count: 5,155

Summary: I.N becomes Y/N's friend but his obsession with her is a little bit disturbing

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It was a dark September evening. You were coming back home from work tired both mentally and physically. You were living alone in a small neighbourhood. You had moved from your parents before you started your studies and since then you were living on your own.

The evening was cold and rainy. Not the best weather though. You were shivering because of your thin jacket. You were angry with yourself. Why didn’t you take a thicker jacket? And what made you come back home late in the evening?

You finished your work a few hours ago but had decided to go with your coworkers for some drinks. So that’s why now you were completely annoyed by your previous decision. You hated going back home alone. You felt uneasy then. Most of the time your friendly neighbour, Chan, would come with you, but he was out of the town with some of his friends, visiting his family in Australia.

You sighed heavily. You still had about a thirty minute walk to your small house. At this hour none of the buses were available. There was also no live soul around. Suddenly you heard some noise behind you. You quickened your steps being scared and not able to turn around. But the sound got louder.

‘Aish! Mojo, come here! Don’t scare people!’ You’ve heard. Suddenly you stopped moving and laid down on the pavement. ‘I’m so sorry. Are you okay?’ A quite tall, young man was standing above you. He looked at you concerned. He gave you a hand to help you stand up. ‘I really am sorry. Mojo sometimes, well most of the time to be honest, doesn’t listen to me.’

‘It’s okay, I’m good, thank you.’ You smiled a little and looked at the white Samoyed, Mojo, who caused your fall. ‘So he made me fall?’ You asked laughingly. The dog looked at you back with curious eyes.

‘Yeah… Sorry about that… Woah, you are really beautiful.’ He said quietly more to himself than to you. ‘Ehm… I’m sorry but what’s your name?’ The boy scratched his neck.

‘I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.’ You introduced yourself. ‘And you are…’

‘I’m Yang Jeongin, but my friends call me IN.’ He winked. ‘Do you live in this neighbourhood? I haven’t seen you here before….’

‘Yes, I live at the end of the street.’ You answered his question, petting Mojo on his head.

‘You shouldn’t be walking here on your own. It’s not safe.’ IN said. ‘Do you want me to walk you home?’

‘I would use some company.’ You smiled. ‘Thank you.’

You both started to walk towards your house. You were looking at him with a corner of your eye from time to time. He was very handsome. His foxy eyes were scanning all the area. His dark brown hair was fluffy and probably soft when touched.

‘So Y/n…’ The boy broke the silence between the two of you. ‘Why are you all alone so late at night?’

‘I was at work and then we went to grab some drinks… Usually Chan, my friend, walks me home, but currently he’s on holiday with some of his friends.’ You replied.

‘Channie hyung?’ He questioned. ‘Aaah so you are the girl he was talking about. That makes sense.’

‘You know him?’ Your brows frowned. You shouldn’t have been surprised though. Chan indeed knew a lot of people. He had this ability to make friends with everyone. You were sure that if he stands in front of the kidnapper, he will definitely befriend him and make him change his way of living.

‘Yes, we have some mutual friends. Also we jog every morning.’ The boy answered, smiling cutely. ‘He mentioned you a few times though.’

‘Oh really? And what did he say?’ You asked curiously.

‘All good things… noona. Can I call you like that?’

‘I don’t know, can you?’ You asked teasingly. ‘You’ve called Chan hyung, so I guess I’m older than you though.’

‘Good.’ He smiled which made his foxy eyes even smaller. In your mind he looked purely cute. ‘Thank you noona.’ The accent at the last word made you goosebumps. You had to admit there was something about this boy. You instantly smiled at him.

‘Thank you for walking me back home.’ You said. ‘To be honest I was really uncertain. I don’t like going back home so late at night.’

‘It’s okay. I can give you my number, so next time when Channie hyung is absent you can call me.’ He proposed.

‘Yeah, that would be great.’ You smiled. ‘And I’m glad that I met you IN. I thought that there was some creepy guy or a murderer…’

‘Too many horror movies, huh?’ He asked laughingly.

‘Yeah, you could say that.’ You admitted. You both stood in front of your front door. You smiled at the boy widely. ‘Thanks again for walking me home IN.’

‘You are welcome noona. So… till the next time? But if you want to meet, just text me.’ He gave you his number, and you gave him yours.

‘See you next time IN, goodnight.’ You smiled and entered your house. He stood for a while in your front yard, but when you completely disappeared from his sighed, he moved towards his house.

For the next few days you were busy with your work and came back home pretty late at night. Every night IN would walk you home with Mojo. You were glad that this decent young man decided to go with you. You felt really good with his company. He replaced Chan’s place though, but you didn’t mind that.

You and IN became closer. You called him all the time. He walked you home in the evening, but during the day you both were chatting. You started to open up more to him. So did he. You both grew some kind of bond and your friendship started to be stronger and stronger.

One night Jeongin couldn't walk you home. He had some projects to do for his studies. So you decided to go by yourself. Surely you could take a cab but you wanted to walk, as usual. The weather wasn’t that bad for late autumn.

Once you were close to your house, you stopped for a while. Something was off and you could sense it. You looked at your house. There were some dirty marks on your porch. Someone had been at your front door. There were a lot of wet footprints there. Also someone had scratched your door and painted a small sign on it.

You immediately felt like your heart started to beat faster out of the fear. Someone marked your house. You were afraid to enter it. You didn’t know what to do so the first thing you could think about was to make a phone call. You grabbed your phone and phoned Chan, but he still was unavailable due to his leave, so the second person you had called was none other like Jeongin. With your heart dropping from your chest you were waiting for him to answer.

‘Hello noona? Is everything alright?’ He asked with a little sleepy voice. You couldn’t blame him, it was pretty late at night.

‘IN… I… Because someone… and…’ You started but you couldn’t say a word.

‘Woah, Y/N calm down. What happened? Do you want me to come over?’ He asked, concerned.

‘Y-yes please… I’m outside my house.’ You answered and your voice stuttered.

‘Why don’t you enter your place?’ He asked with curiosity.

‘I can’t… Innie please, come as fast as you can. PLEASE!’

‘Give me ten minutes at maximum.’ He hung up. You stood on your own for a while observing the whole area around your place. Not able to move you were counting minutes.

After six minutes Jeongin suddenly appeared in front of you. His breathing was rapid and intermittent. He must have been running. He was wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It was the first time you had seen him with such casual clothes.

‘Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?’ He asked worriedly.

‘Someone had been at my door. They scratched it and left footprints… I don’t want to enter my house.’ You said quickly and with an instant moment you hugged him tightly. ‘I’m sorry for calling for you that late, but I was too scared and…’

‘Shhh, don’t be sorry noona, it’s alright. Have you called the police?’ He asked, concerned.

‘No, no I didn’t… Should I do this?’

‘Yes, you should, but maybe we will enter your house first? It’s a little chilly.’

‘But I’m…’

‘Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll go first.’ He answered and took your keys from your hand. He easily opened the front door and entered it. You were waiting outside. IN turned on the lights and checked all the rooms. Then he came back to you. ‘It’s okay Y/N, no one is there, come inside, okay?’ He grabbed your hand gently and led you to the living room sitting you on the couch. ‘Do you want me to stay a night here? I’ve checked everything, but if you…’

‘Yes Innie, please stay. I don’t want to be here all alone.’ You had answered before he could finish his sentence.

‘Of course… I’ll make you tea, okay?’ He asked and you nodded. For a while you were left alone, but you couldn’t move. Your whole body was trembling. You didn’t feel safe in your own house. ‘Here, drink it. You will feel better.’ He said handing you a cup of tea. You’d drunk it obediently.

‘Thank you Innie. And I’m sorry for making you come here so late at.. ’ You said with a weak smile.

‘Don’t be noona. I’ve told you I’m at your service.’ He winked and didn’t let you finish a sentence. ‘Okay. It’s pretty late now, so why don’t you go to sleep? I’ll keep my watch.’

‘You are probably right. I should go to sleep… I’ll bring you some blankets and a pillow and…’

‘I’m fine, just tell me where I can find them and I’ll bring them to myself. You go to sleep now.’

‘Okay… goodnight then.’ You said and went straight to your bathroom to change and then to your bedroom.

Knowing that IN is in the room next to yours gave you some kind of peace of mind. You instantly fell on your bed and went to sleep. You felt secure and safe.

What you didn’t know was that in fact you shouldn’t have trusted Jeongin that much as you did. The exact moment when you fell asleep IN put his plan in the action. You might not know that, but he’d been stalking you for a while before you met. He knew about you from Chan who might have told him that you live alone. Since IN saw you first he fell into you and his small obsession grew bigger and bigger. He was dreaming about you, your soft body underneath him. He dreamt about all the things he could do to you.

He put cameras in your house when you weren’t there. The footprints you had seen before were his. He destroyed your alarm so he could freely enter your house whenever he wanted to. And the fun part was that you didn’t have a reason to suspect him at all. He played it well. He stuck to his plan.

And the plan was simple. He just wanted to make you his no matter what. He was going to do everything to get to you somehow. He had thought about you for such a long time. And finally he had a chance to do so, thanks to Chan who was too careless to even think what he was talking about you and to whom.

You woke up the next day to the sun’s rays. You looked outside the window. The day was beautiful. Still cold due to the early time and late autumn, but beautiful. You smiled to yourself and got out of bed. You stretched a little and then went to the kitchen, where you’d found IN. You blinked twice, a little surprised. He was making breakfast.

‘Good morning.’ He smiled widely. ‘How are you feeling Y/N?’

‘I’m good, thank you.’ You smiled back. ‘What are you making?’

‘Ah just some french toast and scrambled eggs. I hope you like it.’

‘Actually, that’s my favourite.’ You sat at the table.

‘That’s good.’ He smiled and put food in front of you. ‘Bon appetit my lady.’ He winked. ‘What are you going to do today since it’s your day off?’

‘I don’t know… Maybe I will go to the movies?’ You answered and looked at him a little confused. ‘Uhm IN? How do you know that I have a day off?’

‘We were talking about it the other day, remember? You've told me that you have a day off today…’

‘Really? I don’t remember…’

‘Well yeah. You’ve been busy recently, so I guess you must have been too tired to remember that.’

‘Yeah, probably you are right…’ You answered back thinking about what he said. You indeed were a little too busy so you could’ve forgotten that you’d told him. ‘Anyway… Do you want to go to the movies with me? If you have time of course…’

‘Yes, I’d love to.’ He smiled. ‘And I know what we can even watch. There’s this new horror movie…’ He started talking about the film you wanted to see.

‘Woah, what a coincidence. I was thinking about this movie before…’ You said, a little confused.

‘You know this saying… Big brains think the same.’ He said smilingly looking at you. ‘Now get dressed and we can go.’

‘Don’t you want to go back to your place and change?’ You asked.

‘No need to do that. I have some clothes in my backpack.’

‘A backpack? When did you bring that?’ You were confused. Yesterday you didn’t even see that he brought with himself something.

‘Uhm… Yesterday? I came to you with a backpack. Seriously Y/N are you feeling okay?’ He asked, looking at you with worry. ‘I guess you were too scared to notice.’

‘Yeah, I guess you are right…Ehm… I'll go get dressed.’ You said and went to your bedroom. At the same time Jeongin cleaned the kitchen and changed into some other clothes. He indeed had a backpack with himself, but he didn’t take it yesterday. He went for his backpack in the morning when you were peacefully sleeping.

He decided to take you out for a so-called date. He had always been thinking about it. You were one of the prettiest women he’d ever seen. He knew you well even if in person you did meet him a few weeks before.

‘I’m ready!’ You shouted from your room and came towards him. ‘We can go.’ Your bright smile lightened the whole living room, where IN were waiting.

‘Good.’ He smiled. ‘You look pretty noona.’ He winked at you. ‘Come, my car is in front of your house.’

‘A car? But I don’t remember you coming here by car Innie… When did you have time to…?’

‘What? But yesterday when you called me I drove here. Don’t you remember? Maybe the whole situation has a bigger impact on you than we thought?’ He asked, looking at you concerned. Or maybe that's what you had imagined.

But you had a pretty good memory. And you were certain that IN came to your house without a car or a backpack. You remembered that yesterday night he was breathing quickly because he ran to your place. And he wore only sweatpants and a hoodie. Something was off and you could sense that.

You looked at him confused. Did the whole situation make you forget some details? Was your mind playing tricks on you?

‘Are we going?’ He asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

‘Hm? Ah yeah… Yeah. We can go.’ You grabbed your jeans jacket and keys and went out of your house. You closed the door. The mark that somebody had left the night before still was there. You started to think what did it mean? Did someone mark your house and will rob you? Or maybe someone will try to harm you? You were completely unaware that the person who did this spent the whole night in your house, with your permission.

IN opened the door of his car and you sat in the passenger's seat. Then he leaned over you and fastened your seat belt. The strong smell of his cologne hit you hard. He smelled like a mix of cardamom, caramel and amber. It was an intense fragrance but somehow it fitted him perfectly.

‘Thank you.’ You said to him still fascinated by his scent.

After the movies he took you to the nearby restaurant to eat. You spend a really good time together. He made you forget about the event from the night before. You felt good with his company. You even started to think that it would be nice to become something more with him. Did you perhaps start to grow feelings for him?

‘Do you want me to stay another night at your place?’ His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. The two of you were already in front of your house.

‘Nah, I think I’m good today. But thank you Jeonginnie.’ You smiled at him. ‘And thank you for today’s date. It was great fun.’

‘My pleasure Y/N.’ He smiled back. ‘But if something happens, call me I’ll come.’

‘I will.’ You kissed him on his cheek and went out of his car. He waved to you and waited for you to enter your house. Then he drove back to his place.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and smiled widely. The date went well. You felt like finally you found someone who understands you. You thought that it would be really nice to go for another date with IN. He was an interesting young man.

You took a quick shower and took off your makeup. After all, the day was good, but you felt a little tired. You looked again at your reflection. The tiredness was clearly visible. The past events and a hectic period at your work have left their mark. But even though you were tired you felt very good.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror when all the lights suddenly went out. You screamed. You hated darkness. Unable to see anything, you started to panic.

Trying to find some source of light or your phone to lighten up your way, you hit yourself on the leg. You cursed under your breath. Finally you found your phone. Unfortunately the battery was nearly dead. You managed somehow with the lowest percentage of battery to find some candles and light them. Then your phone died completely.

You were unable to call or even text IN. You put your candles on the coffee table and sat on the couch. A dim light illuminated the entire room. You could see weak shadows dancing on the walls. Then you suddenly heard a noise of footsteps on your porch.

Your whole body had shivered. You straightened up and looked in the direction where the footsteps were coming from. You decided to stand up and took a pretty heavy vase that was staying on the table as a decor. You were going to hit whoever the person in front of your house was.

You crept up to the door and were about to open it when suddenly the lights came back on. You looked through the peephole but saw no one on the porch. You put the vase aside and opened the door. Nobody was around. The only thing you could see was a small envelope with your name written on it. You took the envelope and looked inside. Instead of a message you saw a pendrive.

You were scared and confused at the same time. Didn’t know what to do, you decided to charge your phone and call IN. When your phone was ready to use you quickly tapped at this name and called him. After three signals he had answered.

‘Hello? Y/Nnie? Are you okay? What happened? Why do you call that late?’ He asked immediately.

‘Innie… can you… can you come here? Please. Someone was at my door and…’ Your voice was trembling. You didn’t realise how scared you were.

‘I’m on my way sweetheart.’ Was the only thing he said before he hung up.

You were waiting for him to come. After fifteen minutes he was at your place, but you had the impression that at least an hour had passed. He entered your house concerned and looked around. When his eyes spotted your silhouette he quickly came to you and hugged you, seeing your expression.

You hugged him tight and hid your face in the crook of his neck. He patted your back gently. After a while of hugging both of you moved away from each other. He looked at you with a worry in his eyes.

‘Are you okay sweetheart? Did they hurt you? What happened?’ He asked.

‘Someone was on my porch. I… I heard some noise after the lights went out. I couldn’t call you earlier because my phone had died. I was so scared, Innie.’ Your voice stuttered.

‘Shhhh, it’s alright, now I’m here so you don’t need to be afraid.’ He said calmly.

‘They… they left this.’ You showed him a black pendrive. ‘It was in the envelope laying on my doormat.’

‘Have you tried to open it?’ He asked and took the pendrive from your hand.

‘No, not yet… I was too afraid.’ You admitted.

‘It’s okay sweetie. Let’s open it and find out what is on it, all right?’

You nodded and gave him your laptop. He gently put the pendrive in and opened the file. Inside it there were plenty of pictures of you. Your half naked body popped out. IN looked at you with great concern. You were too surprised to say anything.

The last thing that was in the file was a short video of you sleeping on the bed. You were shocked. Some pervert had pictures and even the whole video of you. He must have had hidden cameras all around your house. You looked at IN frightened.

‘Wha-What should I do now?’ You asked quietly. ‘Innie, somebody has my pictures, why?’

‘Well, I don’t know Y/N. Maybe you should think of going somewhere else? You can come to my place if you want to.’ He proposed.

‘But… I need to find those cameras. There is a pervert who has my pics!’ You raised your voice and started to panic.

‘Y/N, sweetheart, calm down please. Let’s go find those cameras first, then we decide what to do, okay?’ He asked.

‘Yes, okay.’ You agreed. The both of you started looking for some hidden cameras but you couldn’t find them. You sat at the bed and sighed heavily. You looked up at him, and asked. ‘How is it even possible that we have searched everywhere and we didn’t find anything? There is footage. Some pervert did have my pics. Why didn't we find any camera here?’

‘I don’t know Y/N. Maybe he took those pics earlier and took cameras when you weren’t home?’

‘I don’t know… maybe… or… INnie? What if he was here when I was sleeping and…’ The panic in your voice couldn’t let you finish the sentence. Suddenly your body started trembling. Your breath was sharp and quick. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You look at IN, the panic was growing rapidly. ‘IN… I… I-I can’t….’ You couldn’t say anything. The panic attack began to intensify.

In that exact moment IN kept his cool. He looked at you and before you could blink he kissed you. His action made you calm down. You were surprised yet you calmed fully down.

You didn’t want to stop kissing him. His lips were plump and soft. Slow sloppy kisses started to be more and more intense. His method worked though. Your panic attack just has been gone. After a while you pulled away from each other. You looked at him blushing.

‘T-thank you…’ You shyly said and your voice trembled.

‘You are mostly welcome, Y/Nnnie.’ He smiled widely. ‘You good now?’

‘Yes, yes, I’m all right. Thank you. You just saved me.’ You looked at him and smiled a little.

‘Do you want me to stay for another night?’

‘Actually yes. I will feel safer.’ You nodded. ‘Could you… I mean, if you want to… Do you want to cuddle? Tomorrow I will go to the police station…’

‘I agree… Come, take a rest.’

You both went to your bedroom and lied down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and cuddled you tight. You fell asleep in his arms. The next morning you woke up all alone. Sheets next to you were empty and cold. He must have gone early in the morning.

You sighed. It would be nice to wake up with him next to you. You stood up from your bed and went straight to the bathroom to wash your face and teeth. You had decided last night that you had to go to the police to show them that somebody was secretly filming you. You didn’t feel safe in your own home.

You dressed up and grabbed all the things you needed. Expect the pendrive. It was gone and you couldn’t find it anywhere. You started to panic. The pendrive was nowhere to be seen, but you could swear that you’d left it on the nightstand. You quickly grabbed your cell phone and texted IN, maybe he took it?

You: Hey Innie… Have you seen the pendrive? I cannot find it anywhere.

You sent the message but he didn’t reply. It was weird. Usually he answered back as soon as he got the message. You’ve decided to wait for a while. But the time had passed, and there was still no reply from him. You started to worry. A lot of what ifs… questions formed in your head.

Finally you decided to leave your house. You couldn’t wait any longer for his reply. With a pendrive or not, you still had to report what had happened the past few days. On the outside you saw some people. Your next door neighbour, Chan, finally came back from his holiday.

‘Hi Chan. Long time no see.’ You greeted him coming to his fence.

‘Oh, hi Y/N.’ He smiled as usual. ‘How have you been?’

‘I was good, a lot had happened though. Anyway, how was your holiday?’ You asked. He looked more relaxed and also more tan than before.

‘It was great visiting Australia and my family for a while. But it is also great to come back home. Something new has happened?’ He asked, looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

‘Actually a lot of things… I met this guy, IN, he said that you know him. He is so sweet…’

‘Wait, what? You met IN?’ He didn’t let you finish the sentence. ‘But I’m not friends with him. Actually I don’t know him well. Jisung had told me that he’s weird and a creepy man.’

‘What do you mean?’ You asked nervously.

‘Y/N, Yang Jeongin, if we are talking about him, is not a good person. He went to the same school as Jisung and Changbin. Jisung told me that he’d stalked multiple girls in the past and had been arrested a few times. Tell me what had happened during my absence.’

You were confused. IN who you knew was a sweet guy who helped you a lot. He replaced Chan’s place for a while. Of course Chan was only your friend and next door neighbour but IN was someone more. Something was definitely off. You told Chan about all the events that had happened when he wasn’t around. Chan seemed to be more concerned than before.

‘Y/N you should have gone to the police as soon as the first event had happened.’ He finally said. ‘It seems like everything had happened when you were here all alone and when he suddenly appeared. For me it’s kinda suspicious, don’t you think?’

‘Well… I’m confused now Chan.’ You said. ‘Do you think that everything that had happened was his idea?’

‘I don’t know Y/N, but I think it cannot be a coincidence. Do you want to go to the police station and tell them about what you said to me? I can drive…’

‘I wanted to do it anyway…’ You admitted. You and Chan went to his car when suddenly IN’s posture appeared. He looked at you and then at Chan. His expression wasn’t as friendly as you were used to.

‘Hello Y/N… Who is he?’ He asked and it hit you suddenly.

Jeongin said that he and Chan were friends. He also said that Chan had told him about you. And you believed him. Till that moment. You were standing next to Chan, and IN didn’t seem to recognise him. If they were friends, he wouldn't have asked. But they weren’t friends. They weren’t even close.

Chan was right. Everything had happened when Jeongin appeared. You were all alone, Chan was abroad and IN was suddenly in your area. You didn’t think about that earlier, but when you first met him, he knew too much about you. And also he lied about knowing Chan and jogging with him. You knew Chan well, he didn’t like jogging at all. You should have noticed this lie from the start.

But you didn’t. So now you were more than certain that IN was in fact the person by whom you couldn't sleep peacefully at night. His recent behaviour was suspicious. Deep down you knew that something was off about him. But you also fell into him a little so you couldn’t notice all the things.

You didn’t know what to do. You looked at Chan and then you moved your sight to IN. Both men were staring at each other. Chan clenched his fists. He was ready to fight if there was a need. You looked into IN’s eyes and asked.

‘It was you, right? You are the one who left that mark on my door and left footsteps on my porch. You sent the envelope and had pics of me…’

‘Well, you shouldn’t know that, but yes.’ He admitted and smiled at you. There was something in his smile. It wasn’t kind. It was creepy.

‘B-but why? Why did you do that IN?’ You stuttered.

‘Simply, sweetheart.’ He said smiling and tilting his head to the side. His foxy eyes were piercing you. ‘Because I’m obsessed with you.’

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[ kingsley ben-adir, cis man, he/him ] — spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s WESLEY CARTER. they have lived in the city for FIFTEEN YEARS, working as a CONSTRUCTION SITE SUPERVISOR/ELECTRICIAN. the 38 year old will probably be seen around PARK SLOPE a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit DISTANT and RESERVED, but friends know them to be TENACIOUS and DEPENDABLE. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across A CRACKED PHONE SCREEN, FALLING ASLEEP DURING A MOVIE, AND DOG-EARED PAGES. welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you! — [ penny, 25, gmt, she/her, none ]

fullname: wesley isaiah carter. nickname(s): wes ( more common, preferred ), lee. age: thirty-eight. birthday: september 20th. gender / pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: bisexual / biromantic. languages: english, spanish & asl. place of birth: chicago, illinois. current residence: park slope, brooklyn. height: 6'0. personality: practical, loyal, stubborn, independent.

oldest of four kids ( two sisters, one brother ), born and raised in chicago. his mom was a carer in a nursing home and his dad a taxi driver, they both worked long and often irregular hours so the kids were left to their own devices a lot. in many ways, wesley raised his siblings and had little time to be a kid himself.

was academically capable, but didn't apply himself -- said every teacher ever. he liked the humanities best, especially history, but also shop classes. with that latter interest in mind, he started working with a neighbour at construction sites in his mid-teens to earn extra money for the household & himself but also to get a head start on a career.

secretly applied to college where he was going to major in history, but ended up not going as his dad started losing his hearing and was diagnosed with otosclerosis. so, carried on in construction and started an apprenticeship as an electrician in the hopes of making a bit more money than as a labourer.

wanting to get out of chicago and having saved enough money as a qualified electrician, wesley moved to brooklyn. there, he set up his own business as an electrician ( and more general handyman ) alongside working bigger commercial and residential sites.

at 33, some of the folks he worked with most often suggested he look into becoming a site supervisor -- he was good at managing people, supportive and encouraging and more than capable, so after some cajoling he agreed to look into it and completed his certification at 35.

has thus been juggling his own business, other work and site supervising since then, though the latter has mostly taken priority for practicality's sake.

headcanons

has a tabby cat called sparky, a stray taken home from a site wes was working at. he didn't name him, his coworkers did.

learnt spanish from the neighbours ( the same neighbour he worked with ) he grew up with and asl when his dad first lost his hearing -- roped the whole family into it.

kind of always knew he was bisexual but didn't start dating men until his twenties.

( smoking tw ) runs primarily on black coffee ( either sickly sweet or no sugar, no in between ) and cigarettes. it's a terrible habit he's been trying to kick since he started, but no such luck yet.

if he's supervising a site, he is in charge of music -- very in to soul and 60's-80's stuff, but he will be kind enough to take requests.

sweet, soft, shy. he can come across as a little gruff/serious but it's very much in a mr. darcy awkward way and not a 'i don't want to talk to you' way. he does want to talk! you just gotta let him warm up a lil first.

loves helping people, and now that he has a stable career definitely just straight up does work for people for free -- especially if they need it. he may be an electrician by trade but he can turn his mind/hands to pretty much anything. your go to handyman and happy to be so, literally whenever. call him at 3am he'll be there asap.

wanted connections.

neighbours, first nyc friend, best friend, close friends, friends with feelings, people he has worked for/been hired by, people he's just helped out with handyman stuff, unrequited / mutual crushes, drinking buddies, first dates, coworkers, flings ( past & present ), cousins, someone he can still play big brother too, exes ( good / bad terms ), one night stands, confidant, sibling-like friendships, someone who encourages him to socialise & get out of his comfort zone more. literally everything pls !

#brooklyn.intro #the mug gif cracks me tf up

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good morning, evening or afternoon my loveliness!! how’s your day been? have you eaten? MAKE SURE U EAT !! today i just had pasta in the morning like i literally JUST got off work and i was like okay okay time to reply to my dearest ness(ill probably have pasta again)(like ill be eating in between writing this LOL) but OH MY GOD MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW HOW LONG MY LAST ASK WAS LIKE IM LITERALLY I YAPPED SO MUCH IM SO SO SORRY LOL i was like i genuinely went😧(AND THATS EVEN IN THE SMALL FONT!!)(deepest apologies to anyone who had to scroll pass that)

OFC I NOTICE THINGS ABOUT U !! i think it’s like a like my mind mentally notes the things you say and i kind of catch onto your mannerisms?(IS THAT WEIRD??)(like in a GOOD WAY ofc) and i just kind of recognize the way you write !! like i feel like if the roles were reversed i would 100% be able to tell who you are by the way you write(IN A GOOD WAY ALWAYS IN A GOOD WAY)(all love for my one and only always always) also yeah! i don’t live in the states but i think our timezones are the same or like one hour apart so I TOTALLY GET IT the assumption is valid! DONT APOLOGIZE AT ALL i would’ve done the exact same thing or honestly if someone said “i have the same time zone as you” i would probably be like omg stop they’re my neighbour LMAOO

THE RESTAURANT CHAOS SEEMS SO REAL like i’ve never worked in a restaurant so i can’t really imagine the environment but hearing the experience from you and my friend who works at olive garden i’m like… maybe i SHOULDNT complain about my retail job LOL LIKE IT SEEMS SO CHAOTIC? but that’s so true!!(sorry you probably have no idea what i’m talking about) LIKE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN MAKING SURE THE CUSTOMER IS OKAY like ill be running around the store holding like pounds of clothing and ill have a customer come up to me like “erm do you have this in the back?” LIKE MA’AM RESPECTFULLY NO IM SORRY CAN YOU TALK TO ME WHEN IM NOT BUSY but i CANT say that so i just end up saying “im sorry whatever we have out here is all we have :)” then i scurry away like IM JUST A GIRL?? also also idk if this is a common thing too but lets talk about some of the WEIRDOS at work right so i know im 18 now but when i was a minor i had some weird interactions with MEN(let me just give you a little description of mango anon right so im like 5’1 and i have a baby face like “going into places saying i’m 13 for it to be cheaper” type of baby face)(but this is when i was like 16 i don’t think that trick will work anymore LOL) but tell me why i had GROWN MEN come up to me USING MY NAME(curse name tags) be weird? like i had this one guy literally tell ME(I WAS 16 OR 17 DURING THIS) “you’d make a good housewife!” when i was folding his clothes and at first i was like yo okay that’s a bit weird but then he was like “how old do you have to be to work here?” THEN i was like okay okay that’s personal information! so i was just like “oh haha idk” like awkwardly and he’s like “so do you have to be over 18 to work here” and i was like SIR okay your total is $18.67 how would you like to pay today! anyways it was weird, my other coworkers also had a lot of weird interactions so like one of my coworkers who was older than me just told me to not wear my name tag like our managers won’t make a huge deal out of it and whatever so yeah that was that, lesson of the day! don’t be a weirdo!

also i swear run and props is like favourite for tech theatre WHICH I GET like when i was in high school a lot of people liked being in run and prop because idk they like the big role or something?? i think also costumes and makeup was also pretty popular but like i remember one time the director flipped a switch on us because like the makeup crew was actually people from our cosmetology class and they would like fool around A LOT like they did the makeup but they would be like yapping a lot so one day my director was like IF UR NOT GONNA DO UR JOB THEN WE’LL HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO IT !! and then everyone was like oohh okayyy(we got yelled at A LOT tbh for little silly things)(tech theatre ptsd ill tell u) and omg the kid who wanted your light job like CALM DOWN(i am now too spiteful against them)(i will hire the etsy witch to curse them for you) like i swear i’ve met some of the worse people in tech and its CRAZY like the ratio of normal people to absolute arrogant weirdos is CRAZY(ill be generous and say 1:3)and literally yeah like i didn’t want to continue with tech because of the toxic environment like i literally CAN NOT, i know people in uni would be a little more mature and like take tech more seriously but i STILL CANT LIKE there will always be that one person that will ruin it for everyone so i had to blow out the torch and unfortunately say goodbye to theatre </3 UNLESS ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE I HEAR YOU DROP THAT YOURE GONNA BE WORKING AT A THEATRE i’ll literally buy my plane tickets and sign up to be sounds and go be with you like YOU WILL MAKE IT BEARABLE and we’ll literally be the ultimate lights and sound duo like no one can compete idc if the other person has more years of experience than me I WILL STILL SQUEEZE MYSELF IN !! ALSO OMG IN MY THEATRE DAYS (in my good old days) literally most of the people who did take it serious were WOMEN like we are tech mothers!! we are women in STEM!! the majority of people who got on my nerves were men(i apologize to any men reading this)(but unfortunately it is the truth for me </3) ALSO PLS ITS SO FUNNY HOW YOU HAVE AN ICK FOR EVERY GUY YOU USED TO LIKE (i 100% get it) i love hearing about it too LOL ALSO THAT DYNAMIC OF STAGE MANAGER READER AND LIGHTS HEAD SUNA?? i can literally imagine suna being so silly and teasing while the reader has to take it seriously since yk.. it’s her job LIKE ITS LITERALLY LIKE MANAGER READER X SUNA BUT THEATRE-IZED (if that makes sense) also PLS DONT WORRY!! u have so much stuff lined up like take your time and don’t worry! at the end of the day everyone should be thankful that you’re even here sharing your amazing talents with everyone <33

also oh. my. god. if i heard someone say “ITS UP TO ME TO SAVE THE SHOW” i think i would die on spot like id stare at them in genuine disbelief and be like.. alright… alright everyone pack it up our HERO is here to save us like ?? omg and i literally had the same experience right so we were doing the shirley holmes play right and our lead just would not SPEAK UP LIKE ill admit. their acting was pretty good and stage presence was good but WHY CANT YOU SPEAK UP??? like literally so many times i had to like try to read her lips because i literally could not like it was so frustrating, and i couldn’t even be mad at her because she was good EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT SHE COULDNT PROJECT and yk why yk why she was like “im saving my voice for show night” like… excuse me… EXCUSE ME?? (anyways i have a lot of old rage from tech)(this is why i quit!!!)

ONLINE GROUPS ARE SO FUNNY LIKE I SWEAR ITS THE SAME LINEUP LIKE the oldest which formed the group, we have the middle area then the random minors who are like 10 years younger than everyone LOL but socks if you read this im so sorry </333 idk if i liked you back i was like 15 at the time but i promise you i wasn’t ghosting you </333 i was just trying to see what you said I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! ALSO DONT WORRY ABT UR TANGENTS BCUZ ME TOO i literally ramble and yap so much sometimes im ASTONISHED LMAOO

ALSO IM GONNA GO BACK MEMORY LANE FOR A SECOND BCUZ THAT ANON THAT ASKED YOU ABT THE ORIGINAL LOVENOTES STORY AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME so i remember the first ever ask i sent in was when you were first making love notes like the intros were out already and everything and you were talking about how like having suga in the storyline was kinda messing you up a little bit and you were saying how you were second guessing yourself on it so i sent in a little anon ask(I CANT REMEMBER PROPERLY BUT) saying basically “hey !! you can still change the storyline because it is ur story !! just write what you’re comfortable with” SOMETHING LIKE THAT and u were literally so sweet and then that’s when you changed it and i was like omg ness is literally so sweet what then a few days later i sent in just a small like “hi ness how are you ! did you eat yet?” (i think those were my exact words i actually don’t remember) AND YOU WERE LITERALLY SO SWEET?? LIKE I ALMOST CRIED BCUZ LIKE you were like “tell me what you ate and how you are!” and i thought it was literally the sweetest thing ever so i made it my life obligation and role to make sure you were always taking care of yourself from now on like even if im busy i will always send a little “make sure to eat!! take care of urself!!” (i’ll literally be ur guardian angel from now on) i also think you put it in ur favourites and i literally MY HEART MELTED I WAS LIKE HHHHHH BUT YEAH anyways that’s the origins of mango anon LOL but anyways omg i yapped so much this took an hour to write (IM NOT COMPLAINING I JUST THINK ITS FUNNY)(but to be fair i ate between writing these) it’s so funny bcuz an hour passes by but i don’t feel like it’s an hour like i swear i black out and i just type type type and im like omg im done!!

ANYWAYS i hope you’ve had a good day today and that you’ve eaten well!! U DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE BEST make sure to take care of urself I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF!! always and always <333 xoxoxo

MY LOVELY MANGO ANON I MISSED U SM <3 HELLO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON HELLO CAN U TELL I MISSED U (like it wasn't my own fault i haven't been able to open my inbox until just not BUT NONETHELESS I MISSED YOU </33 LIKE I WAS WORKING AND I WAS LIKE "i haven't seen anything from mango anon yet </3" BUT THAT'S NO PRESSURE ON YOU!! IK YOU WERE BUSY AND ALSO HAD THAT 9-5:30 SO I TOTALLY GET IT OKAY NOW I'M GOING TO GO BACK AND READ YOUR ASK!!!)

I HOPE YOU ATE AS WELL!! dw i've once again been eating my depression meal staple BUT TODAY my toast had almond butter on it bc i'm just really obsessed with almond butter <3 SO I THINK I ATE GOOD TODAY!! AND I HOPE YOUR PASTA WAS GOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON AAA I MISSED U 😭 AND IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A DAY OR ANYTHING SINCE WE TALKED BUT I JUST MISSED U PLEASE DON'T WORRY ABOUT LONG ASKS AT ALL!!! PEOPLE CAN DEAL WITH IT AND SCROLL PAST YOU ARE MY ONLY PRIORITY <3

and i totally get what you mean!! i catch onto a lot of people's mannerisms/habits as well and always remember like super small details they'll tell me about but i feel like i've never met anyone else who does that 😭 YOU AND ME BEING TWIN FLAMES AGAIN MANGO ANON I'M IN LOVE WITH U <3

AND PLEASE AS SOMEONE WHOSE WORKING IN THE RETAIL AND FOOD INDUSTRIES RN </3 THEY BOTH HAVE THEIR OWN PROBLEMS like yes men are weird 😔 i can't tell if i appreciate the fact that like 50% of the sushi chefs i work with have/have had a crush on me and the way they all stare 😭 or find it uncomfortable BC LIKE on one hand they are very nice!! and it hypes me up!! like most of them are just "aw you look like ur mother <3" since i work at that job with my mom (unfortunately) but then the one's who like me are like "do u want me to cut watermelon for u 👴" LIKE NO BRO GET AWAY 😭😭 AND LIKE FRFR THE TERRIFYING INTERACTIONS I HAVE WITH OLD MEN ESPECIALLY WHEN I WAS A MINOR???? THAT WAS NOT GOOD AND THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED READING YOU TALK ABOUT THE MAN THAT SAID YOU'D MAKE A GOOD HOUSEWIFE LIKE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? LITERALLY WHO SAYS THAT TO ANYONE AND EVEN MORE TO LIKE SOMEONE YOUNG WORKING A RETAIL JOB AND LIKE 50K MORE REASONS WHAT IN THE WORLD 🤮🤮🤮 it is literally horrible that like you have to not wear a nametag just to prevent those interactions 😭 but at the same time nametags suck!! and i never wear mine bc i just don't care LMAO

TECH THEATRE PTSD </33 IMO I ALWAYS THOUGHT RUN/PROPS WAS SUPER POPULAR JUST BC IT SEEMED LIKE THE EASIEST THING TO START IN IF THAT MAKES SENSE?? LIKE LIGHTS/SOUND ALWAYS SOUNDS INTIMIDATING AND FOR MY SCHOOL (going to stop talking in caps bc idk why i'm screaming all the time like for what?? calm down ness it's ok) we had like a SINGLE person on makeup (and so our tech director would do specials) and like just a few people for costumes. sound was usually like two people, lights was a bit bigger (unfortunately)(i HATE working with people)(except if i worked with u <3 i would be jumping for joy and my life would be sunshine and rainbows <3), but run and props was always the biggest. like i started there bc it seemed the least scary!! so i think that's a lot of other people's thought process too 😭 WE ALSO GOT YELLED AT A LOT FOR STUPID THINGS or i mean idk if it was stupid we kind of deserved it bc like theatre kids yap SO much but like my director during tech week would always be like "we must preach patience and kindness guys!! everyone is stressed during this week so please be patient with each other ❤" and then HE'D be the one to blow up like my freshman year when i got thrown into ASMing for our spring play backstage like someone on my side was talking and my director like LOST IT and came into the wing from behind me and started yelling at us and literally gave me a panic attack 😭😭 like i had to leave bc i could NOT breathe and luckily someone found me bc i was fully about to pass out LMAOAOAO AND THEN my junior year is when i started lights and so u probably get this but like yk lights and sound is always in a booth (which i think are always behind all the seats, right? or at least that's how it's been for every theatre i've gone to) and so our director lost it again bc someone was talking i think but since i'm in the booth we watch this middle aged bald man get up and go behind stage and we're all like "oh no."

like that rehearsal full on stopped everyone started hiding LMAO OUR PEOPLE WITH HEADSETS BACKSTAGE PUT DOWN THEIR MICS SO WE COULD HEAR WHO HE WAS YELLING AT but everyone in the booth went on lockdown like our spot op ran up to hide in the booth and then we locked the door and i hid on a speaker bc i was NOT getting yelled at again but then we resumed rehearsal and our director never came up so my stage manager next to me and me were like "oh thank goodness he didn't come yell at us" AND THEN HE POPPOED UP RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR BOOTH WINDOW AND I SCREAMED 😭😭😭 AND HE CAME IN AND THEN JUST WENT

"okay how's it going? what do you need from me?" i need you to LEAVE SIR MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODY

ANYWAY THE 1:3 RATIO IS SO GENEROUS LMAOOO there is so much toxicity there 😭😭 so i totally get it. when the theatre world comes crashing down u and i will make our comeback mango anon!! we'll go in as a fire lights and sound duo together and beat all the professionals despite only having high school experience LMAO

I ALSO HAVE A LOT OF OLD RAGE FROM TECH THAT'S WHY I'M STILL MAD AT THE KID WHO TRIED TO STEAL MY JOB 😭 i will never get over the "it's up to me" quote like literally i remember that and the RAGE THAT FILLS MY VEINS OMG anyway 🌸 "i'm saving my voice for show night" HELLO??? I BET SHE DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK UP DURING THE ACTUAL PERFORMANCES OR NOT THAT MUCH LOUDER AND LITERALLY LIKE IF UR VOICE IS THAT SENSITIVE GET OUT OR FIX IT OR SOMETHING IDK BUT LIKE U CANNOT DO THAT (i am with u completely on the still having old pent up rage as u can see)

ONLINE GROUPS ARE DEF FUNNY AND THE RANDOM MINORS BEING 10 YEARS YOUNGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IS SO REAL 😭😭 pov 2020 when i was on a shifting discord server.....and there were people of all ages....what a time that was....i don't want to think about it anymore....

AND AAAA MEMORY LANE <333 I REMEMBER EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE ASKS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SWEETEST!!! like i could not tell you how much it meant to me to have someone checking in to make sure i ate bc that's just something super like ??????? sweet to me <3 like i felt so loved reading your asks AND I STILL DO!!!! TIME FLIES WHEN UR HAVING FUN!! (barf. never saying that agian. way too cliche. BUT YKWIM) I LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE LONG YAP SESSIONS!! THEY ARE MY FAVORITE THING EVER <3 I'M SO GLAD YOU DECIDED TO START SENDING IN MORE ASKS BC YOU HAVE LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE AND MADE ME SO HAPPY MANGO ANON I'M SO THANKFUL FOR YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IF YOU COULDN'T TELL <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 (that's a lot of threes but i just spam threes as a way to get out pent up love/energy. it's like my way of stimming through the screen LMAO)

I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY!!! TODAY HAS BEEN AMAZING NOW THAT I'VE HEARD FROM YOU MANGO ANON MY LOVE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER MY SOULMATE LOVE OF MY LIFE <33333333 you deserve the entire universe and more!!! you deserve a sky full of shooting stars and thousands of wishes and for all of them to come true <3 i love you sm mango anon!! please make sure to take care of yourself too or i'll simply have to book a ticket and fly to you and take care of you bc i'll gladly be ur housewife <3 🥰 IT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM U!! AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY TOMORROW AS WELL <3333

#i love you so much mango anon #i have no idea why i'm so sappy today BUT IT'S NOT A BAD THING #HOPEFULLY I WASN'T TOO SAPPY THOUGH #SORRY I THINK I YAPPED EVEN MORE THIS POST 😭😭 I WAS JUST SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU #ILY ILY ILY <3333 #mango anon <3 #answers <3

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derireo-galge · 1 year ago

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Ink And Lace Contours | 2,2k | jimsu✍️🏼

Jimin who lives above the tattoo shop he owns, gets a new neighbour, an ex gang member Yoongi. He asks Jimin to help him in various instances as he designs his clothing line and Jimin gets to witness his inked body and pierced nipples a lot. A whole lot.

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It was a universally acknowledged fact that breaks between sessions were for gossip. Just as the stomping of the boots of another satisfied client disappeared behind the front door of the tattoo shop, Jungkook rushed to the counter where Jimin had just taken a payment.

"Hyung, you're never going to guess who your new neighbour is".

The tattoo artist sighed. It's been a pain that lasted several years already. Jimin lived in the apartment just above the shop which was admittedly very convenient considering he was not just the owner but also one of the core employees. What was extremely inconvenient was the flat just next to him.

During the past several years it changed multiple owners and all of them were less desirable as your typical annoying neighbours. One of them was simply creepy, always appearing out of nowhere with more than inappropriate questions. Then there was a couple that made the obvious mistake marrying each other unless they were preparing for shouting Olympics. Then there was a shady guy who had just as shady people coming over up until he was arrested.

Jimin thought he was doomed to have a string of weird neighbours forever up until recently. The new owner of the flat seemed pretty civilized and talked to him politely when they bumped into each other on the stairs. The artist had to do a double take because the sight of a pretty mama carrying a box with flower pots and who had the hair tied in a messy bun was very attractive.

Only Jimin wasn't trustful of the exterior anymore. He asked his coworker and his good friend Jungkook run a check on this person and prayed they were at least somewhat decent.

"I checked your neighbour. You can relax, hyung. I guess".

"What do you mean, you guess?"

The younger man leaned in closer conspiratively as if they weren't they only two people in the shop at the moment.

"He is a relatively famous influencer, not of the wild kind, just classy products and reviews. He has sponsorship from local brands and a couple of overseas contracts".

"How do you learn all these things?"

"It was public information, hyung. Also there are many unconfirmed rumors".

"Oh, are we going to gossip right now?"

"Don't tell me you don't do this, hyung", Jungkook laughed at the way Jimin's face scrunched, "Yoongi is rumored to be the White Tigers' leader's widower".

Jimin gasped.

"What?", he whispered, "But it's been ages since then!"

"If you think about it, Min must have just turned legal back then. So it hasn't been that long".

"Do you think he still has connections?"

"I wouldn't be surprised".

Great, Jimin thought, Yoongi was connected with a previously existing gang that made a lot of noise in their city some time ago. It didn't matter that much nowadays when most of them are eliminated but just think about his luck? Should he stay away? That would be quite difficult to do. The couple of times that he came across Yoongi on accident, all the artist wanted to do was to prolong their meeting, converse with him more and now it was a little scary to talk to him. However hot he was.

"Don't fall victim of the stereotypes", Jungkook added as if he could read his thoughts, "Look at me, look at yourself. There's a stigma against us too and we haven't done anything wrong".

"I'll think about it", the artist said, hoping that the appearing of the new neighbor won't bring him much trouble.

Alas, the trouble has started in an unconventional way.

Jimin received a knock on the door in the ungodly hours of the morning. His shop sometimes worked late into the night, especially if he took on complicated designs. And when he briefly glanced at the clock before slumping onto bed lifeless it was around three in the morning.

He got up with a whine and shuffled towards the front door. He looked in the peephole and saw his new neighbor standing there in what could be his home gown. Thinking that something must have happened he hastily open the door and was met with Yoongi's sweet adorable smile.

"Good morning", he chirped if that word could be used to describe a beautifully deep voice, "Are you Park Jimin?"

"This would be me, yes", he confirmed, "We've seen each other a couple of times, you just moved here".

"I have indeed. I'm Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you".

"Likewise", Jimin rasped, feeling dead tired.

"Hope I'm not interrupting you?"

"Not at all", Jimin said, ignoring the urge to yawn.

Yoongi's voice, though cheerful, could well have been a lullaby for him right now. It had an unusually calming effect.

"I'm in a bit of a situation here, Jimin-ssi. I was trying something on and I can't seem to... M-m, maybe you could help me?"

"Surely I can help you, Yoongi-ssi, what seems to be the problem?"

Yoongi looked to the sides. There weren't many apartments on his floor but there were still a few.

"Well, maybe not right here", he pointedly looked at the tattoo artist.

"Oh", Jimin hurried to step aside, "Please, come in. Sorry, I'm a bit of out of it in the mornings".

"Happens to anyone, doesn't it?"

Jimin locked the door and felt that soon as he invited his neighbour in, it wasn't right to do whatever he wanted in the hallway.

"Would you like to come in? I think we will be more comfortable there", he motioned into the direction of the lounge.

"Thank you, you're very sweet".

This Min Yoongi surely knew how to get what he wanted, Jimin thought in admiration and followed his neighbour in hopes to help him out as soon as possible and go back to bed.

When they both stood in the middle of the room, Yoongi just said "Here" and turned his back to Jimin. In a matter of a second he shrugged his thin gown off his shoulders and Jimin witnessed his broad back with a gorgeous tiger tattoo.

"Oh... what?"

Jimin felt like he was in a dream. Until Yoongi shook him out if it.

"There, the clasps? I can't seem to get them to fasten. If you don't manage to do that either I'll just blame the manufacturer since they have a defect".

Only then Jimin noticed the bra that Yoongi had on. It was lacy and honestly, who would notice it with the sight like that?

He pulled at the material and tried to fasten the bra. It was a slight struggle, if he could say that. Because he attempted multiple times but ultimately failed.

"Sorry, Yoongi-ssi, this doesn't seem to be working at all", he said with finality.

"That's okay, I'll have them replaced then", he responded with no signs of regret and turned around, "Thank you for your help, Jimin-ssi".

"You're... welcome".

"Do you think I can ask you again if needed? I don't really know anyone around here".

"Of course, go straight to me", Jimin quickly replied with a smile and followed to see Yoongi out.

He closed the door and pushed his forehead against its surface. He was about to lose it. Yoongi's bra was all but see-through, with the thin lace of it not hiding anything, absolutely anything. Including his pink nipples that just so happened to be neatly pierced. Never mind the milkers of the size that might be just a tad big for his own hands.

Needless to say that he didn't manage to get into his bed to sleep right away.

Since that day occurrences like this started happening quite regularly. Yoongi would knock on his door and ask him to adjust, unclasp or otherwise help him with all those little things that anyone struggles with from time to time. He even visited him in his studio a couple of times in his breaks after Jimin suggested it. And during his assistance Jimin would find out more and more about Yoongi's business, his clothing line that was his baby.

It was designed for people of the similar physique as him and he paid great attention to the details. But soon as he was working without an assistant, he sometimes required a hand. Or maybe two hands. And then maybe a pair of eyes that could observe his creations and a mouth to praise which Jimin eagerly gave.

He was truly happy to help Yoongi and they have gotten much closer. The only inconvenience was his state after Yoongi would go back to his place to apply the needed adjustments. Because the pieces he demonstrated were far from casual. They were daring, teasing, exciting. Jimin never thought he liked lingerie that much but now he was a conosseur. Or simply an admirer of that curvy elegant body.

He was intent on sticking to the boundaries but Yoongi had a different idea. Every time he was becoming just like his creations: daring and teasing. And Jimin welcomed that with open arms.

It was a quiet day in the studio. It was a public holiday too so there weren't any sessions throughout the day and Jimin was done with his earlier that morning. He was fiddling with the new equipment he received in his room where he did all the procedures when he heard a knock behind the black curtain.

"Come in", he said, not averting his eyes from the new tattoo gun.

"Jimin-ah, are you busy?"

It was Yoongi who was standing at the entrance wearing his home gown again.

"I'm not, hyung. Did you come here like that?"

Yoongi simply shrugged and moved over to the cushioned table where Jimin did all the tattoos.

"Not to worry, I locked the door behind myself and flipped the sign. Hope you don't mind".

"Not at all. I thought I've done that before. I was thinking about this new equipment and it must have slipped my mind".

"Well, would you like to take a break and look at something else?"

Yoongi's voice dripped like honey. Jimin straightened up and turned towards his hyung.

"And what would that be? Will it be worth my time?" he asked teasingly.

Two can play that game.

"You better see for yourself".

And with that he tugged at the belt of his silky robe. Jimin immediately stepped closer to him.

"Should I unwrap you like a present, hyung? The one just for me?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft chuckle. Jimin put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders and the gown floated off them in waves, revealing a simple yet elegant bandeau that hugged Yoongi's milkers perfectly. It was made out of beige lace and together with tattoos that were adorning the elder's body it looked wonderful.

"Can I have a look there?" Jimin asked quietly, tugging at the lacy hem.

Yoongi nodded again and Jimin pulled the garment down to his waist, freeing his voluminous breasts.

"Gorgeous, hyung", he said, cupping the soft mounds, "Can I?"

"You can do whatever you like", Yoongi offered generously.

Jimin sprung into action. He all but scooped Yoongi up and sat in a leather armchair nearby. He pulled Yoongi on his lap, facing him and his chest. Yoongi's hands wasted no time reaching the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants and pulling them down, doing the same with his lacy panties. Their cocks rubbed along each other and Yoongi swiftly wrapped his hands around them both, moving his palms up and down the both lengths.

Jimin put his mouth on Yoongi's pierced nipple. He mouthed at it, alternating between the two of them, played with the bars and the pert nubs, suckling and licking with abandon. He softly grabbed the areolas with his lips, moaned into Yoongi's skin at every upstroke the elder performed on their cocks.

He's been picturing it in his head enough times to not think about technicalities and simply marveling at the feeling of Yoongi's nipples on his tongue, in the sensation of his palms on his stiff cock, on the taste of his skin that he licked and gently sucked.

Yoongi grunted and moaned as he moved his hips in short motions, trying to match the rhythm of his hands. He softly whined that he was about to come and that arousing sound was what pushed Jimin over the edge. He felt Yoongi's release staining his lower belly and mixing with his but he couldn't care less, far too busy with kneading his round boobs and playing with the piercings in them.

"Jimin-ah, ah! I'm afraid if you carry on like that we'll be stuck here for hours", Yoongi panted into the top of his head.

Jimin finally let go of his chest in order to claim those pouty lips.

"You don't sound like you're very against that hyung, correct me if I'm wrong".

"Well, as nice as it is, maybe you have a more secluded place in mind?"

Jimin laughed and nodded frantically. He was thinking that next time, for sure, he'll be the one to invite Yoongi over to his place. Not the other way around.

But then, pressing Yoongi into his mattress, he decided that formalities meant nothing. As long as he gets to have the beautiful mama next to him like that, gets to praise and worship his body down to the last inked line.

~end

#ai-ee au #bts au fic #bts fanfction #yoonmin au #yoonmin #jimsu smut #jimsu au #jimsu #ai-ee au jimsu

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"sensei" the doctor knocks against the door frame, grinning at narumi "take a break. i got us some macaron from the new bakery... oh and I got you some coffee too~" he places the cup on the table, still smiling "did you have a long night?" he did encounter that hooded guy again and toyed a bit with him... time to follow his hunch on who that might be!

ㅤㅤAT this time of the day, most teachers probably had already gone home for the rest of the evening to be with their families or even share some drinks with a few coworkers but Narumi wasn't exactly the type to go out his way to make social commitments in favour of his work. He led too busy of a life to even allocate any time for that kind of thing but not that he minded. This was the kind of life he was used to leading.

ㅤㅤHe preferred to spend his time his office after school to finish up his work in advance to save him the trouble of doing it at home. Besides, his other job had become rather troublesome as of late so he'd rather not have to deal with even more work whenever he got home ( he felt more exhausted just thinking about how much more complicated his work had gotten no thanks to a certain individual ).

ㅤㅤHe expected the rest of his evening to remain uninterrupted just as it usually did until suddenly, a familiar voice pulled him out of his concentration and he blinked, lifting his gaze in surprise at the unexpected visitor. That's right. It seemed as if he's made a new friend recently.

ㅤㅤTruthfully, the first time Romani showed up at his office was a bit of a shock. They hardly talked much apart from a few passing conversations in the breakroom so when Romani approached him out of the blue, he wasn't sure how to react. While Narumi was quite cordial with his colleagues, he always ended up distancing himself to attend to his own business. So, for Romani to take a sudden interest in him was a bit ... well ... strange. It felt like it came out of nowhere especially since they've been working together for about a year now. Well, he supposed Romani had always been quite the outgoing individual to begin with so perhaps being approached wasn't entirely unfathomable. He always went out of his way to look out for the people around him and in turn, he naturally became well-loved by both the staff and students alike. Whatever his reasons were ( even if it initially appeared to be out of pity ), Narumi wasn't exactly opposed to this unexpected friendship. Still, it somehow always felt like there was something more to his reasonings but it was hard for Narumi to finger on it.

ㅤㅤ" ... Archaman-sensei. " He greeted with a polite smile. " You really didn't have to go out of your way to get this for us but who am I to refuse ? Thank you. " He set down his pen to welcome the treats as Romani pulled up to the nearby table in his office.

ㅤㅤ" The new bakery by the station is quite popular so I'm surprised you even managed to snag a box for us. I hope you weren't waiting in line too long. I have been pretty curious about it for awhile so I guess this is the perfect opportunity to try it out. I owe you one. " He carefully picked up the cup of coffee to take a sip ( ow, hot ... ! ). Compared to the usual black coffee he poured himself, it was nice to indulge in secret with someone who shared similar tastes.

ㅤㅤ" Last night ? Ah ... well ... I guess I had a bit of a long night. I ended up getting into a bit of a dispute with a neighbour since we've had a lot of noise complaints recently ... I tried to explain it was a misunderstanding but they just wouldn't let up. I guess they mistook me for the other next-door neighbour but ah ... sorry. This is a pretty uninteresting story, isn't it ? What about you ? I hope you had a better night than I did. "

#soulgathered #ic.#answered.#me grabbing romani by the shoulders..... !!! I CARE YOU!!!!#i think narumi genuinely doesnt mind his company even if he prefers to be alone HAHA #narumi lying out of his assss

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walkman-cat · 3 months ago

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hewo :]

i am back to hear more about skyfish for another sts because the concept is. so cool

feel free to aimlessly yap or to talk about whatever new piece of worldbuilding you have come up with or that are excited about !

writblr: @vsnotresponding

happy sts (from aaaaages ago :O!) :D

i think i'll talk a bit about one of kep's (and technically snake eyes') friends :) he's currently unnamed, but i think i'll use kon as a placeholder name (it suits him more than it suited cricket lol)

anyways for a bit of backstory, when kep was 12 several of his school's buildings were destroyed (mostly due to poor construction and the buildings being old), other schools in the city offered places for the students until the school could be rebuilt. kep was one of the 20 or so students who were sent to a competitive boarding school in the upper city (if the skyfish world had school rankings, this would be one of the schools that are higher on the list).

kon was kep's roommate for the time he spent in the upper city; his family came from the narrows, and he was at the school with an academic scholarship (and under a lot of academic pressure). he bonded with kep over feeling alienated at school, and having way too much on their shoulders for 12 year olds (kep's father had worsening dementia and was one of his carers, the others being his elderly neighbours when they could– it was his neighbours who suggested him going to the upper city school, so he could have a break). kon's a massive nerd so they probably also bonded over their favourite tv shows (probably tokusatsu-style stuff). after kep befriended minnow (snake eyes), they spent most of their free time together, and kon would often be roped into their Shenanigans.

before kep left kon promised him that they'd meet again and that he'd keep an eye on minnow, who he stayed sort-of-friends-but-its-awkward with until he left the school at 15, after which he lost touch with minnow (school in skyfish is split into 10-year primary and secondary schools, which are again split into 5-year stages of learning, you can leave school without it being counted as dropping out after the age of 15 to do apprenticeships etc.) (kon burnt out towards the end of stage 3, and he felt keeping his grades up for a school his family could barely afford with a scholarship wasn't worth it, he finished school in a school in the narrows).

anyways kon and kep meet again by chance when they're both 21-22– kep started working with spades at 14 and was in the skyfish gang at this point, and kon works as a journalist/photographer. they catch up (kon tells kep that last he'd heard minnow ran away at 17, but he hadn't spoken to minnow since they were 15, kep tells kon that he works with spades now), and decide to hang out again now that they're adults :D. kon realises pretty quickly on that kep's part of a heist crew, and decides to give them information in exchange for him using his connections and articles to benefit them!

he also eventually meets snake eyes and is like what the fuck? how has kep not realised who you are? how do you think that he wouldn't be happy to see you again he literally wears the ring you gave him around his neck? what's wrong with the both of you??? and now he has to hear separately from both kep and snake eyes about their terrible horrible not-really-pining, which. he loves them but also why.

anyways i love kon he's so silly to me <3 very observant very friendly very talkative (when he's comfortabe/with friends/coworkers) watches kids shows at age 21 and definitely writes fanfiction about them. he's probably online friends with cricket and doesn't know it lol. i also like that kep has friends outside of the gang now (i'm working on having each member of the team have social links with people outside of the team, it's going well :D).

#thank you for the ask #sorry it took till now to answer and that this is probably incomprehensible #i love the skyfish side characters so much. 10/10 would give them spinoffs #answered #sts #null tag!#skyfish

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uncloseted · 4 months ago

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for the coworker reply, could you be a bit more sensitive and focus more on my self esteem please?

Oh no! I’m really sorry that I missed the mark in my reply, and I really appreciate you telling me that. I didn’t mean to be insensitive or to damage your sense of self, but it seems that it did and I apologise for that. I think for me, a lot of the social anxiety I experience comes from being worried about what other people think or how I’m making them feel, and so knowing that other people aren’t thinking nearly as much about me or my actions as I am is comforting. But now I can totally see how that might not be the case for everyone. Based on what you said, I really do think your coworkers like you just fine. You’re nice and friendly to them, and it doesn’t sound like any of them have told you they have an issue with you, so it doesn’t seem to me like there’s any reason to think they don’t like you or that something is wrong. But even if they don’t like you - and again, I don’t think that’s the case - but even if they don’t, that doesn’t necessarily mean that something is wrong with you or that you’re doing something wrong. Sometimes people just don’t really click with one another, or someone is in the wrong environment for their personality, or they’re around people who don’t “get” them, or a million other things that are totally random and don’t really have to do with a person’s value or their ability to form friendships or relationships. Sometimes they’re just in the wrong place with the wrong people, and that’s okay.

As far as self-esteem goes, building it is a process that will probably take some time. I have some in-depth posts on letting go of shame and building self-confidence here, here, and here, but I think it comes down to understanding what negative beliefs about yourself are feeding your low self-esteem, figuring out where those beliefs come from, questioning them, and then replacing them with a more positive or beneficial thought instead.

Not to get too personal on here, but I’ll use an example from my own life. For a long time, I held the belief that I make people uncomfortable or accidentally hurt their feelings in social interactions, and so I carried around a lot of anxiety about whether or not I was interacting with other people perfectly or not. I figured out that that belief came from being a kid with ADHD who was overly intense and did make other kids uncomfortable because of it. Then I could start questioning that belief - was it all kids that were uncomfortable, or just some of them? (Just some of them) Were there some people who actually liked that about me? (Yes) Was it every interaction, or just some of them? (Just some of them) Do I make people feel uncomfortable now? (No. To the best of my knowledge, everyone I meet likes me just fine). Have I ever had a social interaction go poorly as an adult? (No). Finally from there, I could start trying to replace the belief “I make people uncomfortable” with “most people like me just fine, and it’s not the end of the world if they don’t.” At first that didn’t really help because I was still scared of, like, going over to my neighbour’s house for dinner or seeing one of my best friends of the last ten years. But the more that I repeated it to myself and the more I started getting confirmation that it was true, the easier it was to start believing it, and the easier it started becoming to hype myself up for social interactions. All of that is to say that it might feel silly or like it’s not working at first, but the more you do it, the easier it will become, and eventually you’ll start to notice a change.

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koskimakiforsberg · 1 year ago

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Its wednesday night, july, the heatwaves been and gone, its back to gray skies and humid rain, the heat may return in late august or it may be another year till we see the sun again. For two unbearable weeks, the city comes to a standstill, heat so wet you can taste it in the air, the mix of water particles in the air, sweat and grease creates a foul smelling cocktail, dressed with petrol fumes and the everpresent stench of piss and rubbish that seems unbudgeable even in the coldest months. Heat here is unbearable, the sun is hardly present for it hidden under a duvet of industrial clouds, the buildings retain the heat, cooking us alive within their thick stone, lobsters being boiled in their own shells, only redder. I remember a train ride, wall to wall bodies, sticky, blotchy, the colour of curdled milk, perhaps it was the dense soggy heat bubble on the carriage or the pure exhaustion of having finished one job only to be venturing to another, but on that midsummer day, i passed out on public transport in the midday sun.

Its been 24hrs since I was last at work. I'm twitchy, uncomfortable, and can't seem to sit still. Days off are easy, see your friends, read a book, smoke…a lot. It's the nights. When you train your body to withstand a certain level of labour, you become accustomed to a push of adrenaline at the same time most people begin to wind down. I can't sleep like I used to, I pass out, its the only way i know, by either physical or mental exhaustion. Once upon a time, i worked 52 hours a week, twelve hours a shift, night shift. Now i cant seem to handle three days on without having some obtuse side affect to my sleep. When i worked night shift at the warehouse, it was easy, ewe were a team, pushing and building boxes, shovelling shit into containers, wrapping and lifting, moving shit around, then before you know it, its 9am and you’re headed to the bus stop. Now, its just me. Theres no team, theres no boxes, no shit shovelling, just me and toad dressed up a prince aka my glass cleaner with dishwasher soap pumped into it. I work around 14 hours a day, the skin tends to peel off my fingers when the days are too humid, which is often, my back has an untieable knot, my hands crack when i move them and my feet could be mistaken for a man twice my age’s. I used to handle two jobs i can barely function doing the three shifts i do know, ive been sapped of stamina, of care and of any semblance of work ethic, i cut, i mice, i peel, i scrub, i rinse and i go home. The walk to the bus stop, fifteen minutes away feels as if my ankles are seconds away from rolling away down the hill, leaving me with stubs to collapse and bleed into the gravel pavement in front of the hordes and crowds rushing to find the cheapest drink, the quickest high, and the loudest music. Sometimes i can only dream of being swallowed up, consumed by the people passing by, to be taken away to wherever their waves take me, i unfortunately, will always end up at my bus stop waiting for a service that may or may not turn up. The use of personal pronouns make it sound as if this my story, but the experiences i speak of are shared amongst all my peers, coworkers, old friends, neighbours.

My mother talks of her generation migrating to London, the only place with jobs, a flood of glaswegians, headed toward one of the biggest cities in the world to find any semblance of a job, now my generation could only dream of that choice, we can barely afford to live in our own city, nevermind a place like that, we’re goldfish stuck, turning in the same cramped bowl, forced to swallow the same shit day in and day out. Minimum wage joy suckers are our only option, no matter the talent or prowess, the ability or the drive, we all end up bending over backwards serving, cooking or cleaning for the general public.

I dont believe in playing the victim, self pity was booted out of my repertoire pretty soon after my first shift scrubbing dishes for 16 hours, but i do believe in the truth. Thats what this is, the truth. A frank telling of the exploitative, mind numbing, capitalist hellscape of modern hospitality. What may have been an industry driven by love and passion for eating and drinking is now a mainstay of our patriarchal late stage capitalist orwellian nightmare world.

#my writing #writing #prose

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faela404 · 2 years ago

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Hello, I saw that you are open for some requests. May I request some platonic drabble for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader taking care of a stray kitten, reader is Dazai younger sibling

That is all, thank you and I hope you have a lovely day 💖

ahhh this is such a cute idea omg-

dazai x gn! sibling! reader (platonic !)

☆ light & love ☆

☆ during his time in the port mafia, dazai had never really been apart of your life. i mean sure you knew your brother existed, you had spent some time together but, since joining the port mafia you had barely seen him.

☆ recently however, dazai had been reaching out, something to do with a ‘new job’. it was weird to see your older brother after so long but it wasn’t unwelcome.

☆ over the course of a few weeks dazai and you had become a lot closer, similarly to how you were as children but, it was clear he had changed. you may not be as close as you used too but, you could still tell when he was hiding behind his fake joy.

“y/nnnnn! look! i got you and i some of the finest coffee this cafe has to offer” the taller man offered a smile to you before placing the cup of steaming coffee infront of you.

“did you actually pay for this osamu? or did you steal your coworker’s card again?” you asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow towards your ‘dear’ brother.

he let out a loud gasp at the notion. he always did have such a flair for the dramatic huh?

“how dare you assume i would do such a thing” he raised a hand to his chest in mock offence, “this is an outrage, my own sibling, my own flesh and blood, doesn’t believe i’d do something so nice for them” he stared up at you, “just for that, you’re paying next time”

“…”

“so you did take his card then, yeah?”

☆ while you and dazai had definitely become closer, you didn’t trust eachother fully.

☆ however, that all changed one stormy night.

☆ you had never enjoyed walking down the streets of yokohama, after all this city was extremely dangerous, especially at night

☆ that’s when you heard it.

☆ a soft ‘pitter’ ‘patter’ behind you, at first you thought it was the rain until, you felt a small prickly feeling across your legs

☆ there, by your feet, stood the cutest, smallest little kitten you’d ever seen.

☆ her fur was soaked from all the rain and her little eyes were big and rounded as they stared right up at you, almost begging

☆ how could you refuse?

☆ carefully you scooped up the seemingly stray kitten and began towards your apartment until you remembered..

☆ your landlord doesn’t allow pets-

☆ you’d be kicked out in an instant if he ever saw the little guy

☆ you couldn’t just leave her here, i mean she could get hurt really bad or get sick from the cold, it’d be cruel! but, you had no where to take her-

☆ now wait a damn minute. didn’t dazai say his neighbours dog had been ‘screaming bloody murder all fucking night’? if his neighbour had a loud dog, then..

☆ his building allows pets!!

☆ but, would he even want to help you with this? i mean he is the one who lives there, he might not want a kitten running around

☆ it was too late now though, the poor baby was gonna get a cold and you were already on your way to his apartment building

☆ if only you knew what you was getting yourself into..

“‘SAMU! NO! SHE CANT EAT THAT!” you had said that line atleast 80 times in this past week. osamu had been more than happy to help you out with your new little friend, turns out your ex-mafiaso brother had a big soft spot for cats. how purrfect!

(i’m sorry, i couldn’t resist🥲)

that night, ‘samu and you had bathed and dried that little kitten along with feeding her until she passed out on osamu’s futon.

you had then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours arguing about what to call her and trying to convince ‘samu that “suicide”, “poison” & “noose” were not appropriate names for a kitten.

☆ you had never felt so happy before

☆ you had your brother back, even if you refused to admit it, you had missed him tremendously

☆ your trust in eachother had strengthened over the years as you two continued to take care of your little kitten

☆ dazai still housed her in his apartment but pretty soon you’d move to his building to be closer to her (and your brother but, you’d never admit that to him)

☆ ya’ll had become a happy little family

☆ you, dazai and himari

a/n ! - this was adorable omgnskskwkodow, thank you so much for the request this was a lot of fun to write! it was just what i needed after my test so yk-

also from what i found (on google lol) himari means sun or light and love (hence the name of the story) i just thought it was cute considering how dazai doesn’t really think he’s truly deserving of love and how light/ the sun is usually related to good and kind people which dazai would definitely not see himself as (cause he isnt #dazaislander) - anyway i just wanted to add that cause i thought is was cute!

#faela404~🍓🍰writes #dazai headcanons #dazai x reader #dazai x gn! reader #osamu dazai #osamudazai #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bungo sd #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #platonic #sibling reader

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ganggangscenarios · 3 years ago

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No Such Thing | Chapter 7

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, fluff, angst

01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08| 09

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name

Warnings: Unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

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Sitting in the plush waiting room chair, your leg bounces up and down, hands gripping your knees. It was your first scan, first time meeting your baby. And Jungkook was late. Your time was coming up, you glance at the digital clock on the wall ’11:27’. Three more minutes. You knew it was too good to be a true, he didn’t want to be a dad, he didn’t want to be with you. Before you could spiral even further, Jungkook bursts through the double doors.

“The meeting went on longer than I thought. He just kept talking and talking. I’ve been parked for the past 30 minutes. I was here I promise.” He breathes heavily, sweat decorating his forehead, making his hairline glisten.

Your heartbeat slows at the sight of him. A big smile spreads across your face. Before you could say anything, your name is called.

Nervously, you grab his hand and follow the nurse into the room.

She tells you to get on the bed.

“Pull your skirt and underwear down under your stomach, please. And pull your shirt up under your bust.”

Jungkook aids you to get up on the bed comfortably, the paper cover crinkling under your body.

You do as she says and wait for further instruction.

Jungkook’s heart was beating a 100 miles per hour, this was it, he was about to meet his child for the first time, hear the heartbeat, see them move. He squeezes your hand and you look up at him, smiling from ear to ear.

The nurse folds a paper sheet into your underwear, protecting your clothes.

“Okay, I’ll put the gel on now, it’s slightly cold, sorry.” She squeezes the bottle and you shiver as it plops on to your stomach.

“Okay, I’ll start now.” She places the ultrasound probe on your stomach.

She glides the price back and forth, it seemed like 20 minutes, all the muscles in your body tense. What if there was no baby? What if there was no heartbeat? What if- your next thought is interrupted by the sound of steady thumping.

Smiling, she turns the screen towards the two of you.

“Say hello to your baby.”

Jungkook chokes up, tears of joy running down his face. There they were, yours and his child. He squeezes your hand before kissing you.

A few tears escape your eyes.

You look at the screen, you could see them, moving around, they looked so peaceful. You were a mom, this was real.

“Would you like to know the gender of your baby?” The nurse asks.

You both nod.

She moves the screen back to herself. She focuses on the screen for a couple of minutes before turning it back to you.

She points at a section on the screen.

“You’re having a baby girl.” She smiles.

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You practically skip out of the room, hand in hand. All the way to the parking lot. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel pregnant, you did, you could feel your baby moving everyday. But now it was real, you were having a girl, your daughter.

“I was right.” Jungkook says smugly.

“What do you want? A cookie?” You joke.

He stops and pulls you into him.

“No, I want a kiss.”

You smile before kissing him gently.

He pulls away, nose still touching yours.

“Let’s grab some lunch.”

You pull away and pout.

“I can’t. I’ve got some report to finish. I’ve been putting them off for the longest time. I’ve got to go home.” You hug him.

He pouts.

“Quit your job.”

Jungkook was more than capable of taking care of you, you didn’t really need to work. He was always telling you to quit your job and move in with him, and you always had to remind him ‘one step at a time’ before he got too carried away.

“I’m gonna go now, girl dad.” You say, kissing him and departing to your car.

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“He treats me like I’m made of glass. The last few times I tried to initiate sex, he turns me down. Like the other day, we were watching a movie and I started kissing his neck. He smiled at me and then called me cute. Or the time when I literally was so obvious it was painful. I put my hand on his dick and he took my hand and held it. Like I was a confused old man. The worse one was when I got down on my knees to try and you know… and he picked me up by my arms like an old lady who had fallen down. I don’t think he’s attracted to me anymore.” You whine, shovelling a spoon full of yogurt into your mouth.

Sarah watches you as you dig into another pot of vanilla Greek yogurt. Your most recent pregnancy craving.

“Maybe he’s scared of your gas. You’ve been eating dairy like a motherfucker.” She jokes, spreading out on your couch.

You smack her leg.

“I’m kidding! Maybe you need to be more obvious, like deck the place out with candles and rose petals. Buy some lingerie, seduce him properly. You guys have only been intimate twice, right?”

You sigh, setting the yogurt down in the coffee table.

“Yeah, both times were fully clothed and lasted about 10 minutes. And resulted in this. “ you point to your rounded belly.

The pregnancy hormones had been driving you crazy, heightening all your feelings, sadness, happiness and… horniness. You were so horny basically all the time and it didn’t help that Jungkook was so good looking. Every time you looked at him, all you could think of was the last time you felt him inside you. It had been a whole, it was almost becoming a distant memory, a forgotten feeling.

“I’m gonna seduce him. He’s in the office today, so I’m gonna go to his place and deck it out. None of my lingerie fits me anymore though.” You pout.

Sarah turns her phone screen towards you. She was showing a lacy little number. A black satin top and bottom set. The lady in the picture had a stomach draped in the gorgeous fabric. That’s the one you wanted.

“When can I get it?” You ask, shifting in your seat.

“We can go to the mall. I need to pick up somethings for my trip this weekend. Drew is taking me away for the weekend. “ she smiles, sitting up.

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You wonder round the mall for a while until you find the store. Fingering the material you smile, one step closer to getting your world rocked but Jungkook. Sarah pulls you into the curtained section of the store. Next thing you know, you’re surrounded by leather and toys.

“Maybe you could get something fun.” She smirks, eyes scanning the bdsm section.

Your cheeks flush and you feel hot, hands clutching your intended purchase just a little bit tighter.

“No I couldn’t. I just want normal sex for now. That’s the goal.” Your fingers brush a whole rack of leather goods.

“Fine. If you won’t, then I will.” Sarah grabs a pair of handcuffs off the display table.

You roll your eyes and head to the cash register.

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It took you a while to ready for the evening, your aching body made a bit harder for you to shave. But you managed to get every smooth and shiny. You curl your hair and do your make up nicely. Perfectly if you must say. Smacking your lips together, you smile at yourself in the mirror. Everything was perfect, candles burning, rose petals from the front door to the bedroom, 90s R&B playing the background. You made the bed up, got the bedside table prepared, with message oils, lube and (even though you were already pregnant) condoms.

You hear the beeping of the passcode being entered into the door. Your heart beats faster in anticipation. Quickly, you head to the living room, positioning yourself on the couch.

Jungkook’s day was stressful, to say the least. The guys on his team had been slacking since he had started working remotely part time. They missed tons of deadlines and all the projects were riddled with bugs.

As soon as he walked in, the scent of the black cherry candles filled his nose. He slips off his shoes and looks up. There was a path of rose petals, smiling he follows it, dropping his bag. He meets you on the couch.

You smirk at him.

“Welcome home Mr Jeon.”

He smirks back.

“Hey there you.” He sits next to you on the couch, eyes widening as he sees your chosen attire. You reach out to touch him, hands running over his chest, you lean in and kiss him.

“You look so sexy.” He whispers against your lips.

You pull him in by his shirt collar, passionately kissing him again, tongue teasing his.

He pulls you on top of him, legs either side of his lap. His large hands run up and down the back of your thighs. Goosebumps form as his fingertips slide under the back of you panties. He grabs your ass, causing you to moan into his mouth. Jungkook pulls away and kisses down your neck, sucking as he makes his way to your chest.

You were feeling nervous, as this was the first time Jungkook was seeing you in this way. The last two times were rushed and you didn’t have time to take each other in.

Grinding, you run your hands through his hair. You could feel him grow underneath you.

Jungkook hoped that you couldn’t hear his heartbeat, it was beating so fast in his chest, any harder and it’d burst out.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” You ask, breath hitching as he caresses your side, thumb ever so slightly running over your breast.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, he just picks you up, as if weighed nothing.

He gently places you on the bed and spreads your legs.

“This night is about you.” You say, sitting up, crawling towards him.

He smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“It’s about us. And nothing would make me happier than to make you cum.” His hand slowly drifts down to your neck. Your pussy flutters as he squeezes lightly. He gently pushes you back down, back hitting the bed. He spreads your legs and drops in-between them. His breath tickling your thighs. He licks his lips as he sees the wet spot. He kisses your inner thighs, planting open mouth kisses and slightly sucking. You get wetter with every kiss he plants. His fingers hook the top of your panties and slides them down, encouraging you to lift your hips. He spreads your legs open and licks from the bottom to the tip, stopping at your clit, sucking it into his mouth. You moan loudly and your body jerks in pleasure. He flattens his tongue and licks rapidly against your wet centre, coaxing more moans out of you.

“J-Jungk- ah fuck.” Your hands grab his hair, encouraging him.

The room is filled with music and the wet sounds of jungkook devouring your cunt.

He relentlessly licks and sucks until he feels your body tense up, your legs shake and tighten around his head. He takes the opportunity to slip in two fingers. As he does this, your back arches off of the bed and a loud moan erupts from your mouth. He curls his fingers up and touches that magical spot inside of you and you explode, legs shaking and body convulsing.

He continues licking as you finish in his mouth. It wasn’t until you push his head away that he stops.

You lay back on the bed, chest heaving, recovering from your orgasm.

“You good?” He lies next to you, eyes innocent.

You turn to look at him in disbelief.

“You’re evil. Am I good? You sucked the soul out of my body and you’re asking if I’m good?”

He smiles coyly.

You carefully get up, placing your knees on the bed.

Jungkook reaches out to help you. You shrug him off.

“I’m not made of glass. Stop treating me like I am, it makes me feel unsexy.” You straddle him, the breeze from your movement, making you shiver as it comes in contact with your wet, sticky thighs. You sit on his erection, earning a wince from him.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” His hands start to move up to your waist.

“Take off your shirt.” You demand.

Despite having sex twice, you had never seen Jungkook shirtless. Until now. He unbuttons his black shirt and throws it to the ground. He was chiselled, his abdomen looked like it was a masterpiece, you knew he was crazy about his diet and exercise, but now you could see it. His tattoos were now fully on show, your mouth almost watered looking at him. You lean forward and kiss him, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips, you slip your tongue into his mouth and grinding on him as he sucks your tongue. You pull away and kiss his neck, moving down his torso, stopping at his belt.

“I wanna feel you in my mouth.” You breath out, kissing his lower stomach, licking the skin as you unfasten his belt.

His breath hitches as you pry open his belt and pull his slacks down over his sensitive hard-on.

Slowly, you pull his dick out of his underwear, feeling his precum drip on your fingers. You take him in your hand and move your fist up and down, moans rip from Jungkook’s mouth. He was feeling extra sensitive, as it had been a while since he had been intimate with anyone. Your eyes widen at his size in the glow of the candles. You hadn’t got to really see him the last two times. He was a substantial size, well, more than substantial. You lean in and suck his tip into your mouth, the saltiness spreading over your tongue. You take more of him in, ready to feel him at the back of your throat before he stops you.

“If you do that, I will cum in your mouth. As much as I’d like to do that one day. I kinda want to be inside of you.” His thumb caresses your cheek.

He sits up and pulls you up to his waist.

Carefully, you align his cock to your wet centre. You slowly sink down, moaning as he slides in perfectly. You move, circling your waist, feeling him hit your walls. He moans as you squeeze him. Whilst he was thrusting, you needed more from him. It felt good, but it could feel better.

“Harder.” You whine, holding on to his broad shoulders.

He bites his lips and you clench.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

Leaning back, you slide the straps of your negligee down, exposing your chest.

“You won’t.” You move his head to your Brest, he sticks out his tongue and teases your nipple.

He thrusts up harder, causing both of your bodies to jolt.

It wasn’t long until you were spasming on his length, dripping down his shaft.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He demands, pulling out of you, causing you shiver from the lack of fullness.

You comply and get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Jungkook gets off the bed and portions himself behind you. Grabbing your waist, he slowly slides into you. He pumps into you as if it was his last day on earth. His stomach tenses as he finishes inside you. You turn around and kiss him briefly before, lying on your back.

“That was so good.” He breathes heavily, chest heaving.

You cover both of you with the blanket that was placed on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, it was. That’s what I wanted to do for longest time but you were treating me like an elderly woman.” You laugh, turning on your side to stare up at Jungkook, your fingers drawing circles on his chest.

Jungkook had been avoiding intimacy with you, but for good reason. He didn’t want to hurt you or the baby, he felt awkward asking the nurse about having sex with you, and even weirder searching the Internet for having sex with a pregnant woman. It made him feel like a pervert.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Or the baby.” He links his fingers with yours.

You chuckle.

“We could’ve spoken about this. Sex doesn’t hurt the baby. It only makes mama happy.” You kiss him, before getting up.

You head into the bathroom and sort yourself out. Jungkook comes in and turns the shower. He coaxes you into taking a shower with him. The whole evening had gone to plan, it was so sensual and romantic. What could go wrong?

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sevenpersona · 3 years ago

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Shy Admiration

Yoongi/Reader

Co-workers to lovers, basically strangers to lovers.

Summary: You always found Yoongi to be quite cold with others but he shows you a different side to him when you bump into him in a different environment.

Taehyung and Chaeyoung are mentioned and make small appearances.

This is a lot longer than my 320 word Drabble lmao! This is just over 2000 words so if it’s not for you understandable! Also I wrote this around 12:30am last night so 🥺 if things don’t make sense ignore pls

Next chapter

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Sighing as you flag down the bartender for another Vodka and orange, you settle further onto the cushioned stool. Sipping your new drink, warmth runs through your body, replacing the cold chill that began to creep in. Debating whether or not to leave your friends drinks and escape to the sanctity of home, a familiar man sits a few seats away. Tilting your head and stealing glances at the man, you aren’t surprised when he turns in your direction, sensing your gaze on him.

You are surprised however to see that the mystery man is your infamously withdrawn coworker Min Yoongi. He doesn’t really look like he belongs in a place like this, but you suppose neither do you. Although you had turned your attention back to your drink, it seems the tables had now turned, and you feel his gaze boring into you. Fair is fair, you supposed.

Even though you had been cube neighbours for a few months, the amount of times you had interacted were limited. He was, well is intimidating, often refusing to eat lunch with the other staff, cutting them off shortly with a sharp retort about wasting his time with mindless gossip, and generally keeping to himself. While that wasn’t a bad thing keeping to oneself, he takes it to an almost isolated level. You think the only person you have seen him have a genuine conversation with is Kim Taehyung in HR, but let’s be honest, Taehyung is a social butterfly and if anyone could befriend someone like Yoongi it would most definitely be him.

Your phone flashes, distracting you from the thought of Min Yoongi. Glimpsing at your phone, your close friend Chaeyoung has sent you a message from the dance floor.

‘Come dance with me!’ it reads.

Contemplating how likely it is that she’ll just drag you to the dance floor anyway, you hop of your seat drink firmly in hand. As you turn to make your way to the dance floor you unexpectedly come face to face with Yoongi. Eyes widened you take a step back to create some distance from the man.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice deep and richer than the few times you had heard him speak. Yoongi was adorned in a black silky shirt and tight skinny jeans, looking unapproachably hot.

“Well, I could say the same.” You retorted, feeling a little off balance and wondering if you almost colliding was a coincidence or if he came up to you for a reason.

“Kim Taehyung dragged me here.” He defends, exasperation floods his features. “Told me he knew a place that stocks great whisky,” He shakes his head, as you take a moment to appreciate the long strands of hair swaying artfully. “What he didn’t mention was that it was a club.” Yoongi’s brow furrows as though tricked.

Yoongi’s gaze fixates back on you as he comes back from his thoughts, moving closer to lean on the bar. His eyes drink you in, it’s as though he’s never seen you before. Dressing in loose business casual attire does nothing for your figure so you always enjoy the reactions of your colleagues on the rare occasion they spot you out and about. And while clubbing isn’t an activity you entirely enjoy, you do know how to dress for the occasion and look fantastic, if you may say so yourself.

He raises an eyebrow as to say your turn.

“I was convinced by my friends to come here.” You shrug, leaning against the bar yourself. “They all left me here at the bar for the dance floor or others though.” You huff again, the thought of your friends abandoning you dampening your mood, as you tip back the rest of your drink. Facing Yoongi, as you place the now empty drink on the counter, a pout makes its way to your lips.

Chae and her message are long forgotten as Yoongi occupies your attention. His eyes flick down to your pout before coming back up to meet your eyes. Your own eyes snap away to avoid his stare, face a slight pink from the attention or maybe it was the alcohol affecting you.

“You have bad friends.” He grumbles, glaring out into the dance floor as if to pinpoint your friends. It’s kind of endearing that he’s worried about your choice of friends. “Unless my company is that bad that you’re pouting?”

“My friends mean well!” you defend, fidgeting with your outfit. “They just get distracted easily, but they always check up on me!”

Yoongi moves again and you can feel his warmth against your side, the smell of his cologne making your head spin. He whispers against you “And my company?”

Your cheeks flush as you turn away, his front now pressed to your back. He chuckles a little at how nervous you seem. “It’s nice.” you mumbled, flustered from his proximity.

His long hair touches your neck as he leans forward, lips against your ear. “Hmm, what was that?” you can feel him smirk against you, teasing you.

You turn to face him making sure he hears clearly. “I said your company is bearable.” Your flustered state giving way to a more composed you. A small teasing grin makes its way to your face, as you take in the way his eyes widened at your sudden switch in confidence.

Yoongi seems as though he had to do a software reboot, still for a second before he gives you a soft smile. Your heart beats faster, and you have to scold yourself not to focus too deep into the sweet look he’s giving you.

“If you can bear my presence for a little longer,” he shifts slightly moving to sit down on the seat next to where you are standing. “I’d like to get to know you better.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and you get the feeling he doesn’t say that often.

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A little while longer turns into a few hours talking away, getting to know each other. You obviously work in the same building, cubical neighbours after all. Yoongi talks about his dog, Min Holly, bringing up pictures to show you of his adorable toy poodle. He also talks about his friend group, which happens to include Taehyung, what a surprise.

You in turn talk about your friends who normally do not abandon you in clubs, your own pet, and hobbies. You’re a little shocked that he hasn’t zoned out after the ramble you went on about your interest in the solar system and how Pluto should have remained a planet, but he remained attentive until you had finished talking.

You check on your phone, turning it over to see it has been quite a while since Yoongi first approached you. Wincing as you also spot the many missed call notifications from your friends. If they knew you were speaking with a man at the bar, they would roast you so bad about not wanting to come out initially. You giggle a little at the thought.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Head tilted towards you, curious. You look back towards Yoongi, just taking him in for a moment.

“I didn’t imagine my night turning out this well.” You respond, suddenly feeling contemplative. “What about you?” Slyly spitting out a question of your own, “Did I make your night, more bearable?”

He hums, pausing to sort out his thoughts. “Hmm, let me think on it,” Yoongi jokes. “I’m glad Taehyung decided to bring me here.” His cheeks pinken a bit, his eyes turning down to face the floor. “But I’m definitely, glad I spent some time with you.”

Your pulse races, at the thought that he enjoyed spending time with you. Feeling a bit bewildered that he rejects most of your co-workers attempts to get closer to him and yet approaches you, plants a small seed of infatuation in you. You could admit that Yoongi was beautiful, he was smart and a hard worker to boot, but his hard exterior was intimidating to say the least. The last couple hours with him have changed your perspective.

“I…” your phone buzzing cuts you off, as you hurry to answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?! I’ve been trying to call you for the last half an hour!” ahh Chaeyoung.

“I’m still at the bar.”

“Wait what?! We left that club an hour ago!”

“Well, no one told me?”

“We messaged you, like twice that we were leaving! Why haven’t you picked up your phone!”

“I…”

“Never mind, we are headed back to my house. Are you coming?”

“I, yeah ok. I’ll see you there, ok. Bye.”

You look at Yoongi, a little disappointed to end your conversation but not wanting to worry your friends.

“You have to go right?” His eyes look at you in understanding. You nod, pouting again. “Do you mind waiting for me to gather Taehyung?” Confusion is evident on your face. “It’s late out and I don’t want you to travel alone, I can call an uber and drop you off before going home.”

You open your mouth to try and refuse, but you are cut off yet again. “Y/N I’m not letting you go out alone in the middle of the night.” You think it’s the first time you’ve heard him say your name, and it surprises you into silence. He takes your silence as acceptance and leaves to corral Taehyung from the dance floor.

Yoongi comes back to you sitting in the same spot, an intoxicated Taehyung in tow. “Good girl.” He huffs out, frustrated with the lack of cooperation from Taehyung. Your face glows red and Yoongi stores your reaction in his mind.

“Princess!” Taehyung has noticed exactly who is at the bar, and he shoves Yoongi out of the way to give you a hug as Yoongi growls at him in return.

“Uber’s here, we are dropping ‘princess’ off first and then going home, understand?” Yoongi looks at Taehyung exasperated. He hmphs as both Taehyung and you nod in understanding.

The ride to Chae’s was quiet, Taehyung having fallen asleep halfway through and Yoongi seemingly content with the silence. As the car pulled up outside her house, Yoongi asked for your phone, and you assumed he needed to make a call. When you got your phone back you noticed he added his number to your contacts and looked up at him a bit dazed.

“Let me know if you need anything ok?” He looked slightly abashed but not at all regretful. When you agreed, a gummy smile appeared lighting his face up. It made him look so much softer and you were glad it was just you who got to receive it.

As you separated ways, you noticed the car was still there having not moved. As the door opened and Chaeyoung greeted you, out of the corner of your eye you saw the car drive away. The thought of Yoongi waiting until you were safe in her house was sweet and made your heartbeat faster.

Yoongi remained in your thoughts well into the night, and you huffed to yourself that he was dangerous shaking your heart up and taking up rent in your mind. A thought occurred to you as you were settling into bed. Would Yoongi know who was leaving cute handwritten poems on your desk? You settled that thought for now, tiredness getting the best of you.

The image of his gummy smile and pink cheeks stayed with you until you drifted off to sleep.

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