#au where best friends wake up spooning

[lightningboltreader]

Carlos is funny and smart, caring and generous, and the best friend TK’s ever had.

He is also, it turns out, a furnace.

Read on A03

3k, G

For the prompt Good friends TK and Carlos fall asleep together and wake up spooning...

[superblysubpar]

dad!steve harrington x mom!you

a How Sweet It Is story

summary: you want another baby

2,886 words

warnings: please see the How Sweet It Is and Easy Like Sunday Morning masterlists for general warnings about these AU's | SMUT (piv unprotected intercourse / steve breeding kink harrington / kitchen sex and all the messy things like licking food off of another person for example) | NSFW 18+

a blurb for the "Trick or Treat, Freak?" event - don't forget to vote for tomorrow at the bottom of the story!

Autumn, 1993:

Steve rubs at his eyes as he turns onto your street, fighting a yawn as his radio rumbles quietly, the song too soothing despite the cold air from the open window trying to keep him awake. He curses at the time blinking back at him on the dash.

Midnight.

His kids will be up in five hours, maybe less.

He groans audibly to himself and knows that you’ll wake up with them first and insist he sleep in, but he’ll hear you singing or laughing or hear the kids ask where Daddy is and he’ll feel guilty and that’ll be that.

He hadn’t meant to stay at the hospital for as long as he had, but Eddie was sort of a mess and Olivia kept thanking him and apologizing and okay, so maybe, he’s a little excited to rub it in everyone’s face that he was the first one to meet Caroline.

It’s weird seeing one of your best friends have a kid. Weird seeing this guy in a Metallica tshirt who was just leaning over a theater seat and telling him his own kid was a little freak not even five hours ago, hold his newborn and cry.

And yeah, whatever, he cried too.

Meeting Caroline was worth the lack of sleep.

The same lack of sleep making his eyes blink and connect the dots too slowly that the house he’s pulling into should be dark. Yet as he rolls to a stop in his driveway, he finds almost every single light of the house is still on. Warm gold shines from his upstairs bedroom, the downstairs living and kitchen windows. As he makes his way up to the front steps, mentally preparing himself for wide awake yet overly tired three and six year olds, he pauses.

Fleetwood Mac?

He’s sure of it, as he steps closer to his front door and hears guitars and drums, hears your voice singing louder, somehow, than the stereo blaring.

It’s the mix he made you, for your birthday, all your favorites, and Steve closes the door gently, looking around in search of you.

The kitchen is empty, well, not empty.

There’s bold and…uniquely…decorated Halloween cookies on parchment paper. A mixing bowl and utensils all covered in chocolate, frosting, caramel, and essentially anything potentially sticky and edible in his house littered across the countertops.

He makes his way to the living room and finds a blanket fort and crayons literally everywhere, ironically, as the song of the same title starts just then. He goes to nudge the stereo lower when your voice singing on the stairs makes him pause.

His chest fucking cracks open at the sight of you. One of your old band shirts hangs loosely from your frame, no pants, a laundry basket on your hip. He leans against the door frame as you do a little spin-dance sort of thing when you reach the laundry room.

He watches you flick off the light and head to the kitchen and he’s a little alarmed you haven’t screamed or said hi until you stick a spoon of chocolate frosting in your mouth and then call out around the treat:

“You gonna come dance with me or just stare all night, Harrington?”

Steve smiles and watches you twirl in the kitchen and make what you think are flirty eyes at him. He tilts his head as one particular shake of your body in a terrible dance move shows off the high cut of black lace on your ass.

You don’t wear those enough.

“I’m good with staring, it’s a nice view.”

He slowly enters the kitchen, knowing it’s a trap, but a willing prey for your hands that grab him as soon he’s close enough. Your fingers clasp together at the back of his neck as you sway, much too slow for the song and he gets the hint, his finding a home on your waist.

“You remember when we slow danced to The Way I Feel at that shitty frat party?”

Steve smiles, his hands bunch up your shirt in his fingers and his forehead rests against yours.

He remembers it well. Really well.

Remembers the girl he’d made out with a few times in high school, how he messed up his shot with her even more times. How he somehow got a seat next to that same girl on the first day of class in an actual college he still couldn’t believe he got into. Remembers asking her to study, to ice cream, to coffee. Kisses at front doors and make out sessions that lead to more. To held hands and introducing him as your boyfriend. Whispered dreams of the future amidst I love you’s. Then, dragging him along to a party.

Can still vividly recall slipping an asshole a twenty. Your smile around the rim of the plastic red cup you stole from him. Your voice singing softly to him, like you two were the only people there as you swayed a lot like you were now.

The way the song ended and your mouth was hovering over his and you asked him if he wanted to get out of there.

How one thing led to another and you were in the backseat of his car with your head thrown back and his mouth was on your neck and nine months later he was a dad.

Speaking of…

His nose traces yours as fingers scratch up your spine, smiling when you shiver. He leans his head down, just enough to brush his lips against yours as he asks, “Where are the kids?”

Your lips part around his in a barely there kiss as you murmur, “Robin and Nance took them. They made you hocus pocus cookies.”

Steve breathes in as you breathe out, fingers pushing at your spine so your lips bump again, speaking so quietly, if he weren’t pressed up against you, you’d be unable to hear him.

“Was wondering ‘bout the gummy worms. Makes sense now.”

Your head tilts back as you gasp into his mouth when his teeth graze your bottom lip. Then you hum, eyelashes fluttering as you say, “Almost every potion requires worms, according to our little witch. Who, by the way, was only encouraged by Robin who brought her a chocolate wand.”

Steve’s mouth breathes against your jaw while you talk, his tongue slips out as he kisses the hinge of it.

“Oh yeah?”

You’re not so much dancing anymore, instead simply arching your body as Steve grips your waist and leaves a warm, trailing breath down your neck. You suppose it’s like a dip of sorts.

A hum slips past your lips as your stomach flips. Maybe this won’t be as hard as you thought.

“Ye-yeah. Said she can’t be a Sanderson though…for Halloween…cause,” you whine a little when Steve’s tongue glides over your skin, his smile following right behind it.

“Cause?”

The song on the stereo changes with perfect timing to Think About Me, and Steve’s mouth presses a kiss to your neck, encouraging you with a squeeze of your hips.

“Cause,” your voice is quiet, but sure, “Cause she only has Grace. And there are three Sanderson’s.”

Steve’s lips slow their kissing as he hears what you’re saying. Hears the song that just so happened to lead to the conception of his second kid.

He pulls away and blinks at you, pink cheeks and eyes like melting honey.

“Are you…” he licks his lips, swallows, and looks down at where your body clings to his. He looks around at the kidless house, listens to the Fleetwood Mac, and then looks back at your hopeful gaze up at him.

His hands cup your cheeks as he asks, softly, “You wanna have another baby?”

“Yeah,” you laugh around some tears trying to slip out, a little more emotional than you thought you’d be. “Yeah, I really do. I think they’d be good ages apart and they’ll be so close to Caroline and Robin and Nancy are gonna get Zoe in a couple of months and-“

Steve’s kissing you, mouth passionate and hot against yours as he moans into your lips. He backs you up into the counter as you grip at his shirt collar, neither of you really caring or paying much attention to where things are landing.

Your fingers scratch down his now bare back as he lifts you, wedging himself between your spread legs. His lips are frantic in their kissing as he tugs on your thighs, your ass, until you’re flush against him, grinding down in search of friction.

Your body floods with warmth as he unzips his jeans, as he pulls and tugs at your shirt with his other hand, too impatient to wait until he has both free and refusing to admit if he stopped kissing you, it’d be a whole lot easier.

Steve groans at the sight of your bare chest and your legs tighten around his hips now free of the denim. He leans over you on the counter, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, “Hold still.”

“What, why, ohmygod-“

Steve drizzles caramel over your neck, your chest, your stomach, before flinging the spoon somewhere.

His mouth follows the drizzles, carefully licking up each drop as his hands squeeze at your hips, your thighs. His tongue glides across the curve of your breasts before it dips between the two and down your stomach where he gives you a kiss.

It’s all painstakingly slow compared to the speed you were just going, adamant for you to feel every pass of his tongue, every brush of his lips as he enjoys his treat.

Your body squirms underneath him, skin warm and only growing warmer as he pulls at your underwear roughly, leaving you completely naked on your kitchen countertop.

“Steve, we-“

Propped up on your elbows, you swallow your words when he removes his boxers and steps between your legs again. One hand rests on the counter next to your head, the other grips his length and tugs, once, twice, keeping eye contact with you while he lines himself up with your entrance.

“We,” he breathes heavily, stopping to kiss you once, before he keeps going, “Are gonna make another perfect, amazing, incredible kid.”

He pushes into you, capturing your gasp from the fullness of him inside of you. He pants into you, pushing deeper as he holds your stare, mouth never lifting from yours as he groans, “You’re gonna…” he sucks in a breath unable to to finish the thought when your hips roll and you whine for him to move.

“Please, Steve,” you beg into his mouth and he can’t hold off anymore, not that he really was before.

He pulls out and thrusts forcefully, hand gripping your hip and the edge of the counter as he slams into you again, and again, and again.

Your back arches off of the countertop, his name a gasp as you meet each of his thrusts and babble into his mouth.

“More, Steve, fill me up baby, please I-“

He swallows your words, grinds against you each time he pushes as far in as he can while his hand pulls your thigh up against his hip in a bruising grip.

It’s fast and not like you two at all anymore. Sex is usually some pillow talk and soft sleepy smiles and missionary and hand holding and so so so not Steve stopping his kissing and pouring more caramel over your face and chest in the middle of sex.

So not you two being loud, yelling names and making who knows what kind of noises as he smears and licks up the mess he just made and teeth nip at your skin and soothe it all away with kisses as he pounds into you like he used to. Not you when your hands grip at his shoulders and beg him to go faster, harder.

Steve’s gasping into your neck, thrusts coming closer together and your stomach tightens, warmth threatening to burst inside of you but you don’t want it to end.

Your fingers slip on the countertop, cookies fall to the ground, his name is yelled and it sounds an awful lot like don’t stop, never stop.

Steve searches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours while the other finds your lower back and makes you arch up into him further. Your hips grind against his as his mouth pants along your throat, your jaw, before it locks against yours in a kiss.

It’s all a little filthy and wild, the way you let go of his hand and both of yours grip the back of his head and pull when his thrusts just keep going. The way you beg into his mouth like you’re sobbing, “Baby, please, please, ohmygod-“ and Steve grips your hips and pumps harder, deeper, practically growling out a “Yeah?”

Your thighs shake, you pulse around him, your heartbeat is in your ears as he hits that spot that makes you see stars over and over and over again until your mouth falls open and you don’t know what comes over you because you’re practically shouting, “Yesyesyesyes,” until it turns into a silent gasp as your orgasm takes over. It’s like the breath is stolen from your lungs, vision lost, as he spills inside of you with a deep, tortured - like he really didn’t want it to be over either - moan.

The pair of you breathe heavily, clinging to each other still, then you both start laughing, tired and euphoric. Foreheads stuck together as your hands move over each other’s bodies restlessly as your lungs fight for air around the laughter, until it all slows down and stops again.

Eventually, Steve clears his throat as his thumbs rub soothing circles on your hips.

“Sorry, don’t know…that was um…”

Your head finds it’s favorite place in his neck, curled up under his jaw, lips finding the pair of freckles you love so much in a kiss. There’s no energy left for anything other than a hum of agreement.

His hands roam higher, soft and soothing up your spine and back down until you yawn against his neck and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest beneath where your fingers draw against his skin absently.

Steve pulls away and his lips twitch at the sound of your protesting whine, at the way your hands cling to around the back of his neck once more. But he’s just adjusting so he can find your lips, granting you a gentle and sweet kiss. The tip of his nose brushes yours as his breath fans out across your bottom lip when they part for him. His mouth moves over yours sweetly, lazily, as his hands pull you closer to him. Your stomach flutters alive, only stirring up the just satisfied feelings when his tongue meets yours. Steve kicks up inside of you when your hips shift, searching for friction again, causing your laugh to break the kiss.

He swallows the sound, his hand roams higher until it’s cupping the back of your neck, thumb brushing behind your ear as he regretfully pulls away from your lips, but only just so. Steve murmurs against them, eyes watching your eyelashes flutter at the sound of his voice.

“Can I interest you in a bubble bath to clean up, Mrs. Harrington?”

His teeth scrape against your bottom lip, a kiss to your top one, his mouth moving over yours too fleeting as your entire body shakes with a shiver, practically drooling over his question and teasing touches with a moan worthy of a bite of chocolate.

Your hands curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, lifting your hips ever so slightly to cling onto his body a little harder, a little longer. The nod of your head knocks your lips with his again, and he rewards you with a deeper and lingering kiss. His arms wrap around your back as he pulls you closer still, neither of you ready to separate any time soon.

“You better tell them you ate every single one of those horrible cookies.”

He laughs into your mouth, nodding his head as you kiss him more.

Both of you are content to take your time getting upstairs, to let your kisses linger and melt like honey. Make sure each moment is remembered, so it’s all easily recalled from the sound of a song and the way you kiss him. Each pass of your lips over each other’s, each brush of a tongue or scrape of teeth or inhale of much needed air makes sure you’re not missing any of it as you clean each other up when you finally do get there.

Steve’s got your back to his chest as he hums into your temple the last song on the tape in between whispers of if it’ll be a boy or girl, names, personality, and all of the things you’ve come to love about your other two.

His hands roam over your body, warm water and sweet smelling suds cascading over you as he kisses your neck and shakes his head no when you ask if he’s tired.

And even if he were, the lack of sleep would be worth it.

[suhlogic]

home is wherever we are [kim mingyu x fem!oc] 🔞

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, non idol au, mingyu's a soft dom

warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, rough sex, dom!kmg, sub!oc

[8:00am]

liz just landed in seoul, the weight of the jet lag dawning on her during the ride from the airport, she just wished mingyu picked her up but she was going to surprise her boyfriend and didn't want to feel like a bother waking him up knowing that the preparations for the upcoming comeback definitely has him sleeping in after pouring all those late nights in the studio and practice room with the boys.

the drive from the airport was a bit longer than she expected but it was a relief as her  friends, jeonghan and soonyoung insisted on picking her up. seoul in the spring was still cold—although not as harsh during the winter, it was a good balance of everything she loved. especially knowing that mingyu was at home made her smile at the thought of him.

"hey, where are you guys? i'm already outside the airport" she said on the phone. “liz, we're just going to park then we’ll go to you.” jeonghan says as you hear soonyoung in the background reply, “we can already see you, we’ll be there in a bit.” she replied back with a simple okay and waited for the two to help with her luggages. 

they finally met up and it did not take long for the three of them to hug each other as the best friends reunited despite her just being in manila for a week to visit family. it was always a no-brainer for her that the moment she was introduced to mingyu they hit it off so quickly and for the first time that night, she felt like she knew him for a lifetime already. 

the drive on the way to their home was relaxing, it didn’t feel too heavy for her and it helped that jeonghan and soonyoung were talking to her too asking about the trip and telling her how mingyu was when she was away. as she looked out into seoul’s skyline, she dozed off to alleviate the jet lag as the chattering of her two friends droned on for the rest of the drive. 

[10:30am]

the car pulls over to the familiar facade of mingyu and isa’s house as soonyoung wakes her up and says, “liz-ssi, we’re already here. jeonghan hyung is just getting your stuff from the back.” she gets out of the car and is greeted by the cold breeze and bright sun— the smile on her face had love written all over her not being able to hide the fact that she was going to see mingyu behind that door. the three of them exchanged their goodbyes as she set foot on the steps of the house. isa began to fumble for her keys but mingyu beat her to it and she was greeted by her boyfriend whose hair was slightly sticking up all over the place wearing just a sweater and a pair of gray sweatpants with a sleepy smile on his face. she dropped her bags and immediately jumped into his arms to hug him tightly, “hi, love…” she says smiling as she cupped his face, “i missed you so much,” mingyu held her closer and tucked in a lock of hair behind her ear, “the house felt so lonely without you,” he whispers before immediately kissing the tip of her nose. 

he put her down on her feet and held her hand as they walked together into the living room. she began to take off her coat and hoodie, only now left with just a tank top thick enough for the cold outside and the warmth in their house as mingyu brought her luggage and bags near the stairs. “baby, come here please,” she says with a pout while patting the spot next to her on the couch. he couldn’t resist how pretty she still looked despite being on the plane for hours yet she was being so tempting so early in the morning. he lays down next to her on the couch as they both begin to cuddle each other closer, isa being the little spoon playing with his hand constantly comparing it to hers.  “angel, have you eaten yet?” gyu asks, looking at her intently. “i haven’t.” she says as he begins to get up but isa stops him. “no baby, i’m still okay, it can wait—i just wanna cuddle up with you now.” mingyu smiles at how touch-starved she was for him and cuddles her up again. “you missed me so much?” he smiles bashfully, “i didn’t get to cuddle and kiss you for days, it’s so bad.” she pouts. she’s definitely thinking of being fucked by him so early now mingyu thought. 

mingyu lies down beside her, feet up on the coffee table as she’s snuggled into his firm and broad chest. “love, do you wanna do anything today?” he says as his chin rests on top of her head. “we could just go to anyang again tomorrow? i love the park there.” she says absentmindedly while drawing imaginary scribbles of nothing on his chest, “but now i just want you,” she says with a mischievous smirk, adjusting to sit herself up to kiss his jawline and was returned by a smile from him. “you’re not at all tired aren’t you?” he says in a low voice with a hint of morning grogginess still present. “no, who said i was?” she says as she begins to sit on his lap facing him and wrapping her arms around his nape and kissed him fervently. mingyu’s hands roamed across her body and began to feel her up under her shirt, she suddenly pulled away from the kiss moaning in pleasure because of how good his warm hands felt. “baby, please…do something,” she sighed in desperation. “gonna have to use your words angel,” he whispers as he left kisses on her neck and jaw. 

“daddy, please i need you inside me,” she whines as he sends a smile back at her while he takes her shirt off. liz grinds harder against his clothed dick and feels him getting harder by the second. “atta girl, that’s more like it,” he says. mingyu proceeds to stand up and carry her, she didn’t even question his strength and height as he always  frequented the gym with seungcheol and wonwoo. 

“jump.” he says as he puts his hands on her ass while not breaking the desperate and steamy makeout session on the way to their shared bedroom.  her clothes were scattered across their home but she didn’t care one bit, all she cared about was having mingyu to herself after a week of being so touch-starved. he lays her down gently on their bed before he removes his sweater, liz kept herself occupied by fondling her huge tits and rubbing her clit as she smiled naughtily at him. mingyu’s eyes right now were far from the kind, loving, and happy ones she was always used to. they were now filled with lust and desperation, “hmm, did i tell you to touch yourself?” he said tauntingly as he cupped her face and kissed her once more before sucking and leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach, even down to her thighs. his hot breath comes in contact with her thin and flimsy lace panties as he took them off gently. “so pretty, all spread out for me yeah?” he says as he places his head in between her thighs and begins to eat her out, licking her wetness making figure eights with his tongue and sucking on her clit making her moan loudly. mingyu rubs his  thumb against the bud of her wet clit and inserts his middle finger inside her which made her arch her back and let out a whiny moan, "gyu, i need you so bad baby..." he continues to move his digits slowly as he kisses her lips, tongues intertwining with each other. "patience, princess, daddy's just takin' his time with you, hmm?" he whispers.

seeing her close her eyes in pleasure and moan his name drove mingyu crazy. he starts to finger her faster, "daddy, please i'm so close..." she whines. "cum for me baby, come on." he smirks as he kisses her forehead while curling his fingers inside her. she looks so spent and needy for his dick lying so prettily on their shared bed as mingyu begins to rid himself of his sweatpants. he wasn't wearing a pair of boxers underneath, just his huge, long, and thick dick slapping against his perfectly sculpted abs. its red angry tip oozing with precum. "fuck, so gorgeous looking all spread out for me," he groans as he hovers on top of her once again. mingyu teases her folds with his manhood as she lets out a moan.

 "baby please put it in," she whispers. "'m just adjusting angel, don't wanna hurt you.." no matter how many times they fucked, mingyu's size was still something she needed to get used to. although deep down she loves the size difference they have, and so does he. they both moan at how his dick fills her up, "fuck, baby you're so tight...just all mine,huh?" he groans. mingyu's always been such a talker during sex and it drives her crazy especially with how he's got her under him, her legs put on both of his shoulders as mingyu thrusts inside her tight and warm pussy slowly hitting spots that made her see stars and moan more. as he fastens his pace, he begins to kiss the side of her ankle. 

"fuck baby, you drive me insane," he says as she removes her legs from where they're positioned and begins to put them on his lower back, caging him in as she feels him hit deeper and harder as the tip of his dick kisses into her cervix. "daddy, i'm close please...go faster," she pleads, teary-eyed from the hellish yet pleasurable actions they've been doing. mingyu's other hand travels to her neck as he slightly chokes her while his thrusts get harder and sloppier, nearing his climax. "angel, i'm getting close too...let's cum together yeah?" he moans as he fondles her boobs once more leaning down to kiss her all over her face. "fuck, baby please...pretty girl..." he moans as liz feels his thick warm ropes fill her up. 

mingyu kisses her face once more and removes himself on top of liz . "babe, are you good? was i too rough?" he asks gently with his eyes now softening up. "no, gyu i'm  okay...i liked it" she smiles, now facing her lover beside her. he laughs at how smitten and blushed she looks, "okay love, i'll just get a towel to clean you up okay?" as mingyu got up, she begins to smile more at herself thinking how lucky she was to have the man of her dreams. his broad back facing her from their shared bathroom and he catches her smile again once he got out to wipe both of them off of the mess they made. 

after cleaning up, mingyu pulls her close against his chest and covers their entangled bodies with the duvet to keep them warm. "i missed you so much," he says as she's now facing him, his huge, toned arms wrapped around her body. "i missed you too, gyu," she smiles tiredly. "hmm, is there anything you want to do later?" he asks softly. "let's just stay in, love, i'm still so sore" she says in between laughs. "okay, let's just sleep again and go out for dinner later, yeah?" he says as he kisses the tip of her nose again— the two lovers falling into deep slumber once again after being apart for a week and for liz, this is where she's at her happiest with mingyu, no matter where she is in the world as long as he's by her side and same goes for him. 

[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! gen dating headcanons!!

notes: gender neutral reader!! first ever official post too omg kinda (very) nervous ........... if it's ooc mb guys :( Aged up characters!! Highschool au kinda thing

♡ STAN MARSH

Definitely thought about asking you out super suavely but then Kyle said something about how he'd manage to screw it up so he decided to not do that.

Since he's not going like all out for a confession of any sorts, he would simply wait near your locker at the end of the day until you got to it

As you're leaving he runs up to you and asks to walk you home. It's on that walk home that he builds up the courage for a confession

Hypes himself up as he's walking but he's actually talking out loud so you know he's about to ask you out

Tell him that you heard him hype himself up after you accept his confession and he gets so embarrassed what a cutie.

Now for when you guys ARE together bahahaha.

Sends you tiktoks at like 3am and you wake up to your alarm to find 78 texts from him and they're all tiktok links. The captions are either "this is so you lol" "babe.. this is so us" or just "real".

On the whole texting thing, a red flag of his is his dry ass text responses . Unfortunately don't expect a lot of words coming from him, he might get better at it during the relationship or if you say something to him, but really he'd prefer facetime or calling.

Personally I see him using snapchat a lot? Likes how quick of an update in life the app sort've is, so expect snaps throughout the school day if you guys don't have classes together. Expect a lot of snaps from him at football practice or something too.

Would LOVE for you to meet his parents, mom, Sharon. Randy is.. special in his eyes and would rather just talk to you beforehand about how his dad is rather than you meeting Randy face first.

Shelly goes two ways, either she does not care that her brother is dating someone, or she immediately pulls you from Stan to gossip about him.

FOREHEAD KISSES!! SLAMS FIST ON TABLE

Stan isn't a whole big fanatic of pda, but a quick forehead kiss or just rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while holding hands when you guys are out is top tier affection for him.

In private though? He is not letting you go. Kisses or cuddling, any sort of skin contact is good for him. Even if it's not technically skin contact and you guys are just in the same room, his eyes are ON you and they are giving major heart eyes.

Gives you his jersey to wear for football games and he'll point you out in the crowd anytime he scores. If South Park wins expect him to buy you food to celebrate. If South Park loses expect him to buy you food to "console" you on the loss (he's sad about the loss but doesn't want you to think that he's sad)

Is the big spoon normally when cuddling but there are rare occurrences where he's the little spoon, like for example he's extremely tired or if he's upset. Don't talk about him being the little spoon though, his pride may get hurt a bit over it.

Isn't the best at consoling you if you're sad, so what he'll do is listen to what your issues are, order food, and binge movies with you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

FREAKED about asking you out bro. He is thinking of every possibly way you could reject him and every possibly way you could accept him.

He hasn't had the best luck with dating and so he might be the type to prefer you to ask him out first.

However? If he overhears you telling a friend about your crush on him? His self confidence just got a major boost and he's asking you out the second your next class with him is (so long as Cartman isn't also in that class).

Otherwise, I could see him show up with flowers to your house and a simple like "Dinner? Maybe? Us? Alone? Saturday? 7pm?" He phrases each word as a question like he isn't sure about it.

I also feel like Kyle isn't a "good" texter and is another one who prefers calling or facetime. However unlike Stan who just can't text for his life, Kyle just likes seeing your face.

Like Kyle can text he just views it as somewhat annoying to do? Like if he wanted your attention on something he'd rather talk to you. Text reminds you dates though.

Uses pet names but only in private, unless it's to get your attention. If you're zoned out he calls out a quick "Hey! Babe!" and boom your eyes are on him.

Doesn't like over the top pet names and gets genuinely disgusted if you start calling him "sugar plum" or "honey bear" even if it's a joke.

Loves study dates, it's like his go to type of date. Even if it's not for the same class, just really likes studying with you. I can also see him "teaching" you what he's studying to help him learn better, this works especially well if it's about a class you're not taking.

Another guy who isn't a big fan on pda, might throw an arm over your shoulder when walking in the hallways to just have you close by him but don't really expect any affection in school.

Because of that one basketball episode (and how often the boys play basketball throughout the seasons at the park), Kyle is definitely on the basketball team and like Stan, has given you his jersey. He gets all red and proud if he sees you wearing it at his games.

Jealousy is rough with him. He often gets jealous and it stems primarily from his own insecurities, not because he doesn't trust you. He 100% does trust you, but the fact he's never had a full on official relationship kind of worries him that you'll realize he isn't the type of guy to be a boyfriend and that freaks him out so he just gets jealous at guys who spend too much time with you.

Reassuring him with cuddles or quality time or just being WITH him let's him know you aren't going anywhere.

Meeting his parents is HUGE to him. Family means a lot for Kyle, this is mainly targeted towards his mom and his brother.

His mother honestly make take time to get to liking you. She may initially think you're not good enough for Kyle or you're a hinderance for him but she comes around QUICKLY once she realizes how happy Kyle is with you and really that's all the confirmation she needs to know you're a good person for him.

I feel like his dad just, accepts you right off the bat, like "Oh hey Kyle who is this?" "My partner, dad." "You got someone to date you? Damn." And he just nods at you and you're good.

Ike loves you, like boom "Hi! I'm Ike!". If Kyle is dating you and Kyle trusts you than immediately so does Ike. Expect Ike to steal Kyle's phone just to text you. Also please just download roblox to play with him, he may never let you go after that though.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Wasn't a whole lot of preplanning when he asked you out. Honestly he just goes for it.

Wasn't a big spectacle when he asked you out. Was sort've nonchalant about it but in a suave way (Stan wishes he could be like this).

Definitely geeked about it when alone in his room though. Karen walked by his room seeing him dance around and knew that you said yes. (Kenny has most definitely raved about you to Karen).

Considering his family's income he probably is the type to just take you out on a naturistic date. Like walking in the park, maybe a small picnic, nothing fancy or extravagant, but domestic and homey.

Compared to the other two, Kenny is HUGE on pda. Hand holding, kisses, bear hugs, etc. he has made that school KNOW you guys are together, from day one.

His eyes are on you the second you step into the room and they are not off of you until he cannot physically see you anymore. You are like the light of his world.

I feel as if late night drives with him are another type of date for you two. He's fixed up that beat up truck in his yard and then just drives you to a special spot he knows on a cliff overlooking South Park and you guys just hang out up there for hours, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or just simple driving around.

Lets you take aux ALWAYS, doesn't matter if you're not in the passenger seat, aux always gets handed to you.

Texts you all the time. Maybe not all the time but you get me. He's also a multiple texts in a row rather than the one text containing all of what he wants to say.

Spams "Baby, babe, hun, baby, baby, babe" a bunch of times till either you respond or he figures you're busy and then gets to what he's meaning to tell you.

Instagram feed is you two on dates among other things that he does (like pics of himself or with the other guys). You take up most of his feed though.

Doesn't get jealous actually, he's pretty secure in your guys' relationship, however if someone is clearly bothering you and you look like you're pretty uncomfortable, Kenny is punch first ask questions last because now he's running away with you in his arms.

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Was a nervous WRECK to ask you out :(

He, thanks to Kenny's advice, stopped you in the hallway before lunch to ask you out. and he was so red. Let him get his whole confession out to you though, he has a lot of sweet words to say about you.

Insert Glue Song by beabadoobee the entire time he's confessing to you, he's definitely tangled in love, stuck by you (haha).

Accept him and he's showing you off immediately to his friends. (Cue in Cartman who actually is just shocked, like... flabbergasted).

He goes all out for your guys' dates. Dinner, park/walk, full on research mode on how to have the world's most perfect date.

Gets grounded because he walked you home and now he walked into his own house late (I hate his parents).

Does not blame you!! Blames himself for not rushing home :(, tell him it wasn't his fault either.

Gets nervous with pda but loves it!! He's so willing to kiss you or hold hands, you may have to initiate it though, he doesn't want to screw up so he's incredibly awkward the first few times you do any sort of pda.

At carnivals he tries and wins you any stuffed animal he sees but in the end he fails at the rigged carnival games, you may have to drag him away or he'll be in debt from trying to win you things.

Buys things for you as gifts that remind him of you. Like he may just be window shopping or with his mom helping her out as she shops and he sees something on a shelf and immediately it makes him think of you so he HAS to get it.

Makes you things too, (y'all remember that episode where he made paper cutouts for stan's gang? yeah i do), like has made birthday cards, holiday cards, etc completely by hand for you. Made you a paper cut out of the two of you guys holding hands.

When he finally brings you around his parents his parents are also in disbelief. Now that they know he's dating, they're a bit more lenient on his groundings (still hate his parents).

Likes to fall asleep on call with you, you guys gave a routine that at 9pm if you guys are both home, you call each other to just fall asleep, you may not even talk once the call starts, just sleep.

AHHHH hahhaahah, thanks for reading my first post!! oh em gee i was so nervous writing this and now im even more nervous to post!! if you guys would like me to expand upon any of these headcanons or do another part (with one or all) lmk!!

[fangirl-docintraining]

Some midweek headcanons for everyone because I need interaction so bad.

I present: the gang when they get their wisdom teeth out (modern AU cause I said so)

Darry

Mans refuses to get them out until they’d grown in and started hurting because he didn’t wanna have to deal with the recovery period but is absolutely miserable

Come out of anesthesia thinking everything’s funny as shit. Two Bit is absolutely delighted.

If Betty is there he basically becomes that one viral video where the guy tries to ask out his own wife

They get him home relatively easily but then Ponyboy and Soda have the genius idea to prank him

You know that video of the two brothers who make their sister think the zombie apocalypse is actively happening as they drive her home from wisdom teeth surgery? That but Darry is at home and mans locks in

He tries to barricade the door and gets a baseball bat he isn’t fuckin around

Two bit laughs so hard he pulls a muscle in his side

Soda and Ponyboy

Darry comes up with the brilliant idea it’ll be easier to just have them both get them taken out on the same day

This was not a brilliant idea

Soda is a crier coming out of the anesthesia and he is inconsolable and is convinced they took out all of his teeth

He also thinks they killed Ponyboy and the nurses have to move the recovery beds close together so Soda can hold Ponyboy’s hand as he just asks every two seconds if he looks ugly without any teeth as he legit has snot running down his face

Ponyboy is just high as shit, mans is staring at the ceiling wide eyed and just keeps going “is this real” he’s completely unaware that Soda is hysterical

“Darry why do you have four eyes?” “what” “what?”

They both get milkshakes on the way home but since their faces are numb they both just get it all over their faces and shirts trying to eat it with a spoon because no straws

Two Bit

Has the absolute time of his life

He flirts with every person in the room, nurses, doctor, the gang

Snatches his phone from Darry immediately and posts about a total of twenty snapchats to his story of him just spewing total nonsense

When he gets in the car he immediately takes the aux and proceeds to play the most heinous music choices. He plays What Does the Fox Say twice and Darry contemplates crashing the car

He only had two wisdom teeth and recovered in like two days and everyone was bitter about it

Steve

Mans wakes up ready to go

He tries to get out of the bed and pull out his IV like four times saying he’s got places to be

When asked by Soda why he needs to get up and go so bad Steve says in all seriousness that he is an important business man and he needs to go to speak with investors

Ponyboy laughs so hard Darry kicks him out of the room

Gets mad they didn’t fix the gap in his front teeth and asks wtf he paid for then

Sleep like twelve hours the second he gets home

Johnny

Everyone thought he was gonna cry immediately up waking up

He did not. Johnny coming out of anesthesia was just him being annoyed that he got woken up

He legit had the best nap of his life on the propofol and he asks the nurse if they can put him back under

They explain to him the procedures over and he can talk to his friends. He looks over at them and then back at the nurse “put me back to sleep rn”

Two Bit immediately inundates him trying to show him stupid TikToks and THEN he starts crying

“Why are you crying Johnny?” “I ain’t never gonna sleep that good again am I”

Once the anesthesia wears off a bit more he immediately has the munchies and easily finishes two milkshakes in like record time

Dally

Wakes up SWINGING

If you’ve ever seen someone wake up from anesthesia fighting it’s hilarious cause they’re ready to go but they move at a sloths pace so you just gotta hold their arm down and be like not rn buddy

Garbles out some trash talk but calms down some because Two Bit distracts him showing him videos of monkeys doing stuff on TikTok

He begs the doctor relentlessly to give him the teeth. He announces he wants to make earrings out of them.

Once he’s more calm he starts flirting terribly with all the nurses. They all shut him down and he just keeps going

“Miss have you ever been told you have stunning eyes?” He’s got the icepack thing wrapped around his cheeks lookin like a chipmunk and he has a mouth full of cotton

Eats solids immediately after going home (even though he had a milkshake) he scarfed down some fries before they can stop him and ends up getting a dry socket and makes sure it’s everyone’s problem

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | four.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5k

—chapter warning: minor cussing, flashbacks throughout chapter!, chef minho cooking up a storm (piece of cake), minho in his feelings and having some trouble with it, jj & minho big sibling dynamic, another new character!, this chapter is centered on minho and how he is struggling to find a balance with everything, underlying tone of distrust

Minho is at the café before the sun is up.

He's actually not sure how he's even awake and functioning right now being that he feels like he's severely behind on sleep. He's been barely getting any sleep, barely wanting to do anything, barely wanting to think— all because of the way things suddenly shifted after you woke up.

He pauses for a moment after he sprinkles the flour onto the countertop. You don't even remember he loved to cook. Bake. He loved being in the kitchen. Everyone knew that, especially you. You were his special little taste-tester, the one he wanted to impress the most.

All that, gone.

☁︎ FLASHBACK - THE SUMMER BEFORE FRESHMAN YEAR IN COLLEGE

"What're you up to now, babe? You've been glued to the kitchen for hours." You sit on a stool in front of Jisung's kitchen island, watching your boyfriend scramble from ingredient to ingredient on the countertop.

"Baby." He says, his back still facing towards you. "I'm trying to make the best tres leches cake you have ever tasted." He turns over his shoulder to smile at you. "That way, I can make your birthday cake and your uncle won't have to go out there to buy it."

"Wow." You giggle. "You're really gonna try and make it?"

"Correction: I'm going to make it, and I'm going to succeed at making it right." Jisung sits next to you on the free stool.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Minho furrows his brows.

"I want you to bake my birthday cakes, too." Jisung pouts.

"You like cookie cakes from Mrs. Fields, and you refuse to eat anything else." Minho glares at him.

"So, make me your own fancy cookie cake." Jisung continues to whine, making you laugh.

"How about no?" Minho's sarcasm is through the roof.

"Why do you date him?" Jisung looks at you as if completely concerned.

"Pachi, if you really want a special cookie cake, I'll make you one." You chime in. Suddenly, the timer goes off and Minho is quick to swing the oven open to slide out the first tray he put in earlier. He slides in another tray before closing the oven once again, turning to his first batch on the countertop. You watch as Minho carefully looks through the recipe, meticulously following it down to the T to make sure it's everything and more for you.

"Okay. I think I got it, princess." He finally says after minutes pass. "Try this." He turns towards you with a small slice sitting prettily on a plate.

"Where's mine?"

"Shh, Y/N first." Minho shushes him as he pushes the plate towards you, laying the spoon next to your plate. He watches you closely, watches as you pick up the spoon and scoop a good amount onto it, watches as your eyes light up once the cake hits your tongue.

"Babe, oh my god?" You cover your mouth as you speak while still enjoying the cake. "This is so good?! Is that coffee I taste?"

"Yeah, I added my little twist to it." He smiles proudly, hands on his hips while he continues to watch you devour the slice. Jisung clears his throat next to you, staring at Minho as if to tell him that he's waiting for a slice. "Jeez." Minho squints before turning to prepare a hefty slice for Jisung. "Here. And you better say good things about this or else I'm kicking you out."

"This is my house?"

"Damn right, so you should know where the doors are." You laugh.

"Min, be nice. You two always fight like this for no reason."

"He's mean to me." Minho points at Jisung and Jisung is quick to shake his head to disagree.

"Why are you always putting the blame on me? You always—"

"Mkay, no. I'm not doing this." You chuckle as you hop off the stool to grab another slice and head to the living room couch, leaving the two to bicker [per usual] while you sit peacefully and eat away at your cake.

☁︎ END

He sighs as he wipes his hand on his apron and slides the last tray of chocolate croissants into the oven, starting his timer for 15 minutes.

"You're here early." JJ says as he hangs his coat up.

"Could say the same for you." Minho sighs. "Decided to bake a bit more today."

"You only bake a bit more when you're stressing about something." JJ chuckles a bit. "What's on your mind, dude?"

"Could ask you the same thing." Minho looks at him, causing JJ to roll his eyes.

"It was one of my early gym days."

"Nothing else?"

"No. Stop trying to turn this on me. What's going on with you, princess?"

"It's nothing." Minho says, avoiding eye contact and keeping his expression blank while stacking the clean dishes.

"Uh huh.." JJ says. "It's what Y/N said the other day, right?"

"What?" Minho furrows his brows and scoffs a bit. "No."

"You suck at lying. That's why we always got in trouble when we were younger. You could never hold up the lie and you'd break. Coulda saved us from a million ass-whoopings."

"Yeah right, whatever."

"Yeah, you know I'm right." JJ rests his hands on his hips. "That's what's bothering you, isn't it?"

"I guess it is that, then." Minho finally looks at him before shifting his attention to the trays now, making sure they're cleaned and stacked neatly. "I don't know why it makes me feel a certain way when she didn't remember that I baked. Or, that I liked to cook in general."

"Give the girl some time. This is hard for her too, you know? This isn't necessarily your fault—"

"Is it not? Because the night the accident happened, we got into a huge argument and I let her slip through my fingers." Minho stares at JJ before shaking his head, as if to shake off all the thoughts that came flooding in that one second. "I got mad at her even though I was in the wrong."

"Listen, I know I can't relate. I know this is hard for every single one of you. But, don't you think you guys need to be honest and tell her? Don't you think it'd hurt her more if she ever found out what happened between you two? This could probably help you, too. Since.. right now, I feel like the guilt is tripled because you're hiding the truth from her."

"Jisung thinks it's a good idea. He doesn't wanna hurt her."

"I know, but what do you think?"

"I don't wanna hurt her either. Not more than I already have." Minho admits.

"Are you going to be able to keep going day by day like this?" JJ sighs. "We don't ever wanna hurt the people we love, but in the end, we're only human. I think this will only do more damage." JJ suddenly hits him on the arm, causing Minho to glare at him.

"Ow, the fuck was that for?!"

"For being a dumbass." He points at him sternly. "That part is your fault and you need to own up to it."

"Didn't have to hit me." Minho rolls his eyes and rubs his arm. Soon enough, his chocolate croissants are done and he's setting them neatly amongst the other pastries near the register. He can't help but think JJ is right though; Minho feels his guilt much more now that him, Jisung, Chan and Seungmin are completely leaving out that part of your life. He feels the guilt tenfold because all of this—everything— happened because of you and him.

Because of what you two were, what you had become.

"By the way." Minho steps outside to start arranging the pastries. "What's up with your friend?"

"What friend, Minho?" JJ looks at him confusingly until he remembers San. "Oh, Choi San?"

"Yeah, him." Minho almost wants to say something outta pocket, but he won't. He doesn't even personally know San like that and he is JJ's friend— he can't be doing all of that and acting out. He still can't stand how charming and attractive the guy is though, especially now that you seem to have googly eyes for him.

"What about San?" Minho shoots him and look before shaking his head.

"Nevermind."

"When he was introducing himself to Y/N?" JJ helps him clean the front area.

"He was flirting with her."

"He was literally introducing himself." JJ pauses and looks at him, watching as he continues to avoid eye contact and move around the cash wrap area. "No, sir. I don't think you have a right to be asking questions and throwing out assumptions like that. You need to tell me what's really going on with Kat first."

"Nothing." JJ looks at him and shrugs.

"That's it?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." Minho gives off a small laugh, though he's a little annoyed hearing him ask about Kat. But JJ already knows, which is why he doesn't press on it more. Might not be the best time to talk about this, but he hates when Minho mopes around just because he decided to keep his feelings to himself.

"You're still keeping her around." Silence. "Yeah, thought so. Don't go asking about San. If Y/N wants to date again and finds him to be that person, then you shouldn't trip about it. You're also her bestfriend, so I think the best thing you can do is support her."

"You don't even know if she would even go that far. Just like you said, she needs time."

"Okay, Minho. Don't expect her to stay single forever, girl is gonna have to continue living life with or without you. Sorry 'bout it." JJ says before heading to the back, causing Minho to let out a hefty sigh and a small groan.

JJ's absolutely right.

And he hates that.

The morning is pretty typical, with the usual rush between 8-9AM before it slows down again. Minho has a bit of time to work on more desserts in between helping JJ at the front, mainly baking mini red velvet cakes for today’s special. He feels productive today, feels pretty satisfied that he can get his hands a lil more dirty.

"Need help?" He pops out from the back to check on JJ and Soobin, another friend and staff member who works on making the drinks with JJ's help.

"Not right now." Soobin says with a small smile as he pours the drink into a cup and hands it over to the waiting customer.

"Actually, just might." JJ says as he looks towards the opening door before shifting his attention back to Minho. "You should take care of these next customers." Minho cocks a brow up and watches you walk in, alongside of Jisung. It almost feels like those romantic, cute ass movies where everything is in slow-mo while the main character walks in. Technically, you are the main character in Minho's life— always has been despite everything. So, it makes sense; though, Minho partially hates that it kinda does because he's so conflicted. You look around the café in awe again before tugging on your bag strap and continuing your walk towards the cash register. The café suddenly feels 10 degrees hotter for Minho that he has to wipe his grubby hands on the apron hanging around his waist before stepping to the register.

"Hi." You smile at him and JJ, and Minho thinks you're the cutest thing in the world— so cute that he forgot to speak.

"Um, does the co-owner always forget to speak to his customers like that?" Jisung jokes, making JJ nudge him on the side. "Hello?" Jisung waves and furrows his brows.

"Uh-ow—" He quickly glares at JJ before returning his attention to you. "Sorry. Just wasn't expecting you two to pop in."

"We were around so we just decided to stop by. Y/N wanted to inquire about the pottery classes at the art shop down the street."

"Mm, so you called in sick, I see."

"Tried to tell him not to." You shrug with a small giggle. You actually look so excited, Minho notes. And you are, you really are. The past months have been overwhelming. Things are still overwhelming, but after heading into town, you feel like you finally have somewhat of a grip of reality. You feel like you could finally ease yourself back into society and take things one step at a time. And that starts now, with those art supplies, that class, arranging your own bouquets and getting back on the pottery wheel— it feels amazing to tap into your creative side again. It feels refreshing.

"Did you inquire, too?" Minho nods at Jisung.

"Hey, I might do a pottery class or two." JJ and Minho snort before nodding sarcastically.

"Right." JJ says, laughing a bit louder before helping Soobin with the rest of the drinks. "Who the hell in their right mind would let your dysfunctional ass join?"

"You guys are a dicks." You giggle at Jisung as he mutters and scans the menu. "I shouldn't be giving you guys my business."

"Then leave." Minho looks at you. "What can I get you though, Y/N?" He gives you a small, toothless smile.

"Can I just get a matcha latte please?" You fiddle with your fingers while Minho plugs in the order.

"Iced Americano—"

"There's another cafe down the street for you." Minho pretends to turn around before Jisung whines and apologizes, causing you to chuckle and make your way down to where the drinks are being served. You hear Jisung tell Minho that he's covering for both of your guys' drinks and that he'll gladly give their business more support, pleasing Minho with all his dramatic compliments just to get his iced americano [he's dying of thirst, apparently]. You look at the boy working hard on the drinks, giving him a soft smile when he looks over at you.

"Hi Y/N." He says with a toothless smile, deep dimple piercing his cheek.

"Hi." You look at his nametag. "Soobin?"

"That's me." He laughs a bit as he continues to pour the espresso into a cup of iced water. "Nice to see you again. It's been nice to see your face." He admits. He knows about everything going on, and even before the accident, he didn't see you for a long, long time. He hopes you're okay. And he hopes Minho and your friends know what they're doing. He knows they aren't trying to hurt you, and he knows they have good intentions.

He's just not sure about the execution.

"We knew each other before?" You tilt your head to the side and Soobin purses his lips together before nodding.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | COLLEGE, BEGINNING OF JUNIOR YEAR

You shake yourself out of your daydream when your phone vibrates on your desk, eyes darting to the professor up front to make sure he didn't hear anything [nor see you disconnecting from class].

minho: babe babe babe

minho: your fave ice cream truck is here, are you almost out of class?

Your eyes widen, checking the clock hanging above the door.

you: literally 5 minutes left. you know what to do! hold the truck! i need to get a feel for what i want once i get there!

minho: on it mi amor

You giggle, quickly packing up your things as soon as the professor tells your class the homework and calls it a day. You throw your backpack strap over a shoulder and rush out, seeing Jisung, Chan and Seungmin waiting for you outside of the building near the huge tree. Jisung is the first to catch sight of you, waving you over.

"Hurry up princess!" Jisung yells at you. "5 minutes too long!" He says, accompanied by a tap on his watchless wrist.

"Okay!" You yell back, beginning to run over and meet them across the lawn. Suddenly, you feel yourself crash into another body, causing them to drop most of their belongings to the ground. You gasp as you step aside, watching as the boy quickly [and shyly] crouches down to grab his things. "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!" You say, crouching down to help him with this things.

"I-it's okay." He says.

"Here, please." You hand him the last of his things. "I'm so sorry, my favorite ice cream truck is here and I was rushing. I feel terrible." You slightly pout as you watch him stand to his full height, looking up at him as he purses his lips together and tugs on his bag strap. You do feel terrible; he seems so embarrassed and must feel so small, even though he physically towers you.

"It's okay, don't worry. Seriously. It's not a big deal—"

"What's your name?" You tilt your head. He's probably a freshman. Poor guy.

"Soobin."

"I'm Y/N." You smile at him.

"Cielo!" Jisung yells again. "Minho is gonna fucking rip my head off, hurry up!" You shush him and return your attention to Soobin.

"Are you a freshman?" He nods shyly. "Cute. Come, let me buy you some ice cream to make up for that."

"Oh, no. You really don't have to, I-I should go—" You chuckle and gently grab him by the arm to drag him over to your friends.

"Have you ever had ice cream from Rabbit, Rabbit Cream?" He shakes his head. "Then I insist. You have to taste it. It's delicious. My boyfriend is holding the truck for me." You say happily as you continue to bring him to your friends.

"Hard hit there earlier, you okay my guy? She's like a bull." Jisung asks Soobin as you approach your friends.

"Shut up, pachi." You glare at him. "This is Soobin. I'm buying him the best ice cream to make up for that collision earlier." Your friends greet him and continue to lead the way, finally bringing you to the truck alongside the main road of campus. Minho is asking the girl working the truck about recommendations, the different flavors and their ingredients, making you giggle as she patiently explains to him [even though he's very familiar with this truck].

"Oh finally, good god." You hear him exclaim before he thanks the worker. Your friends order first, giving you some time to decide on what you finally want.

"By the way, this is Soobin. I ran into him earlier and made him drop his stuff. I'm buying him some ice cream cause I feel terrible and he deserves it." Minho nods as if it's an ordinary thing before looking at Soobin.

"Nice. I'm Minho." He points at you. "Protector of this princess, ice cream truck holder—"

"Personal Chef Boyardee." You add just as you walk up to the girl and give her your orders.

"Personal Chef Boyardee." Minho repeats as he looks at Soobin with a tiny, toothless smile.

"Cool." Is all Soobin can reply with because he doesn't even understand what's going on right now. It's too much for him to process, but all he knows, is that you're incredibly nice. He sees the big sister potential in you, especially as he starts off his college career.

Minho, too

Your friends.

He also thinks you and Minho are adorable, and it's a great thing that he doesn't feel like he's third-wheeling or intruding.

"Soobin! Ice cream! It's delicious trust me. You can thank me for your obsession later." You giggle as you hand him his single scoop cup. "Try it! I can't wait to see your reaction!" You nod and egg him on, making him chuckle as he takes the spoon and digs into his ice cream.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself comfortable with strangers— and that's because of you.

☁︎ END

"Ya, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound weird."

"You didn't." You give him a small smile. "It's nice to see you again, too."

"How is your day so far?"

"Okay. I wanted to get info about those pottery classes at the art store."

"That's cool. Do you think you'll do them?" He finishes off your matcha with a little bit of cream and some caramel drizzle to top it off.

"Yeah, I think so. It sounds fun." You smile at him before Jisung loudly interrupts—

"Whattup my boy!"

"Hey." Soobin laughs a bit as he chuckles at Jisung and finishes his iced americano off. "Here you guys go."

"Thank you." You look at him and smile again. It's comforting.

"Thanks!"

"No problem. Enjoy." Jisung grabs your drinks and heads to a table, placing your drink down in front of your seat. He sits down and lets out a sigh, removing his hat momentarily just to ruffle his hair and put it back on. "So, do you think you'll do the classes, cielo?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Are you going to feel comfortable taking public transportation every time you have class or when you wanna pop in?"

"I'll be okay, Ji."

"Okay, well. Just let me know. I'm not always in the office remember?"

"Yeah. I will."

"So, I don't mean to pressure you or anything, but Yuna was asking if you were coming to the wedding?" Your eyes shoot up from your cup to Jisung. Yuna was Jisung's cousin, but she was also someone who you spent a lot of time with while growing up [alongside of Jisung]. Once Jisung opened up about her wedding coming up, he went into a little more detail about your relationship with Yuna and how she was pretty much the bigger sister you both always wanted. You faintly remember her name and her face in all the pictures Jisung has showed you; it triggers some type of feelings, but you aren't sure what.

It's clear Yuna meant something to you, too.

"Oh."

"No pressure." You shrug and nod.

"I'll come."

"Wait, really?"

"It sounds like it'll be a nice weekend away, plus. I'd wanna support Yuna." You say as if you're so sure of yourself when it's actually the complete opposite.

"You sure? You know she'd understand if you weren't ready to come, right?"

"I know. I want to, though."

"Oh! Okay." Jisung responds and tries to contain his excitement. It would be nice for you to be there, to see Yuna and his family again, to be out in the world.

No pressure.

But, it would be nice.

"It's in a few weeks right?"

"Yeah, that's why she needed to know." Jisung purses his lips together before they curve upwards into a small smile. "What are you gonna wear?"

"That's a really good question." You swirl your straw around. "I don't know. I'm sure I can find something in my closet.. old dresses tucked away somewhere."

"We can look for a dress if you can't find one." At this point, Minho is swinging by the table with a small plate in his hand.

"Okay." You look up at Minho and he simply places the plate down in front of you two. Two cookies—

"Chocolate chip with sea salt and white chocolate macadamia nut."

"You're so sweet." Jisung says with a pout and Minho furrows his brows. "You always know what I like." He reaches for the white macadamia nut, but Minho quickly turns the plate around so that he can't snatch that particular cookie.

"Hands off." He says before nodding towards you. "It goes better with Y/N's matcha latte." Is all he says before walking back to the counter. Your eyes are glued to him to see if you could give him a small thank you, but he doesn't turn back to the table.

"Really lucky I love both of you." Jisung mutters while you giggle and start to chomp away at the cookie. Suddenly, a new interruption makes its presence known when the door swings open and in walks Minho's recent nightmare: Choi San.

"Do you tell your friends to come by every day now?" Minho asks as he remembers JJ's other friend swing by yesterday.

"No! They are just loyal people who like to show their loyal support."

"JJ!" Minho subtly rolls his eyes as he rearranges the pastries to fill in empty gaps. He literally has no reason to be acting this way. None. Zero.

"Do you have to yell for me every single time?" JJ glares at him from across the counter, making San laugh. As he walks in, he spots you and Jisung sitting at a table off to the side and his smile grows.

"No way." He says, chuckling and making a detour to your table. "Hey Y/N, I really wasn't expecting to bump into you again so soon. Glad I decided to stop by."

"Hey." You blush, not even knowing why you feel so shy around San. You barely met the guy— you don't know anything about him besides the fact that he's absurdly handsome.

You could be reading this all wrong. Besides, when is the last time you dated? Not that its a priority. But, it is a good question.

You don't remember shit besides your elementary, puppy school type of 'love.'

Jisung must know, right?

"I.. hope I'm not intruding?" He glances at Jisung, while Jisung is mid-chew— cheeks puffed up and doe-eyed. Jisung has no idea what the hell is going on.

"Oh, no." You slightly furrow your brows when you look at Jisung, then back at San. "He's—This is my bestfriend, Jisung."

"Hi!" Jisung covers his mouth to greet him.

"San. Nice to meet you." San chuckles a bit. "Was really praying he wasn't your boyfriend, to be honest."

"Me? Lord, no. I'm, yeah. No." Jisung shivers a bit, making you giggle.

"What're you up to?" You ask him as you rest your chin on the palm on your hand. Minho subtly looks over his shoulder while rearranging the tea bags on the back counter. He's looking for anything to keep him busy right now, clearly.

"Just decided to drop in. I go to the boxing gym nearby so I pop in for a nice pick-me-up. Plus, to see JJ's face. What about you?"

"Oh, I just popped into the art store to ask about the pottery classes they're gonna be holding."

"Cute." San scratches at his temple. "Maybe we can hang out sometime? Before or after your pottery classes? I'd love to hear about them, too." Mind you, Jisung is literally still sitting here, chewing away at the rest of the cookie while scrolling through his social media.

"Oh yeah, I'd love that."

"Woah." JJ catches Minho accidentally rip the wrong tea box open when. "Slow down there, Hulk. What did I tell you?" Minho gives him a fake smile before shoving the extra tea bags into the container and walking into the back.

He knows JJ is right, he knows he shouldn't be mad. He shouldn't be one to talk. You deserved to be happy, no matter what that looked like.

But, he wasn't gonna stand there and watch you exchange phone numbers with San. He wasn't gonna stand there and watch you blush when San tells you he's gonna text you more when he gets settled at home. He wasn't gonna stand there and watch Jisung egg you on and push you to hang out with San. He wasn't gonna stand there and listen to Jisung push you out in the world. He knows Jisung wants you happy;

Minho wants you happy, too. You deserve it and then some.

But he's not gonna stand there and act like this shit doesn't fuck with him. Because it does, it hurts.

It sucks.

Later that night, Minho finishes up teaching his class and heads home, tired and exhausted out of his mind. He's actually not even sure how he got into the café so early and made it all the way through class.

Must have been the pent up frustration he had. Pent up frustration, annoyance— at everything.

He kicks his shoes off to the side and drags himself into the living room seeing Chan watching a show on the TV by himself. He's eating and fully immersed into his show that he's laughing by himself and making his own commentary. He barely notices Minho walk in until he tosses his keys onto the dining table.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, tired." Minho points to the TV. "Enjoying your show?"

"Very much." He laughs.

"Is Jisungie here?"

"Ya, cooped up in his room playing League or something."

"What about Seungmin?"

"Same. I think he might actually be asleep already though."

"I see." Minho waves him off. "Alright, gotta get myself cleaned up and head to bed too."

"Night!" Chan calls out just as he's walking up the steps. Minho lightly knocks on Jisung's door, poking his head in just enough to see Jisung lazily slouched on his gaming chair in front of his computer set up.

"Sup." Minho walks in and sets his bag aside before laying on Jisung's room floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching a gaming stream." Jisung adds his commentary for the stream in between. "How was class?"

"Tiring. What'd you do after you left the café?"

"Just went to the grocery store with Y/N before bringing her home."

"How was that?"

"Cool."

"How is she?" Jisung chuckles a bit.

"Is that what you really meant to ask? You can ask her, you know? You don't have to be that distant and weird about everything."

"Easy for you to say when we're lying about shit behind her back."

"It's not that.. I just.. it's too soon."

"Okay." Is all Minho replies with as he stares up at the ceiling. Is it too soon? What if it's too late?

"She wonders about you." Jisung says softly. "She can't believe you two used to be bestfriends, too."

"Sometimes, I can't either. A lot has happened over time."

"You miss being around her like before?"

"I don't know. I guess I do."

"What about Kat?" He's so sick of this question, but he honestly has no one else to blame but himself.

"It's just complicated, but we'll never be serious."

"I see."

"What's up with San? JJ's friend." Jisung shrugs.

"He wants to hang out with Y/N. I think it's good for her to branch out a bit."

"Hm." Minho hums.

"She seems like she's getting better day by day and I really don't wanna take that away from her by doing stupid shit or being too overprotective."

"I know."

"You care about her alot." Jisung looks at Minho. "I know you do, despite everything. She's special to you."

"Yeah."

"But please give her some time. That's all I ask. Just let her do what she needs to do. I just want her—"

"Happy." Minho finishes his sentence for him because he understands where Jisung's coming from, or else he wouldn't have agreed to all of this. He gets it, he does.

But he also understands that this is somehow a blow to him, almost like everyone is trying to throw it in his face that he cannot make you happy. He won't be able to.

It's impossible.

Then again, who else does he have to blame besides himself?

Jisung can only give Minho a small, pitiful, toothless smile before returning his attention the monitor. This is Minho's exit to leave and be in his own peace.

"Well, I'm gonna hop in the shower and call it a night."

"You don't wanna play Fifa?"

"I'm good, sorry dude. Maybe next time." Minho gathers his things and shuts Jisung's door— letting out a hefty sigh as he treks to his bedroom and gets ready to call it a night.

He cannot make you happy; he won't be able to.

It's impossible.

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[kataraslove]

send me a ship and I’ll tell you: kataang version (series of headcanons because i miss them)

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: there’s literally an atla comic of aang doing that, but with the two of their symbols:

that being said, since katara is a hopeless romantic, i always headcanon her doing that. in an au where katara & aang don’t get together until they’re much older, i can imagine master katara doodling in between the margins, trying to deal with all of the feelings that she has always had for her best friend (and failing).

Who starts the tickle fights: absolutely aang. he’s a menace who wants to see katara burst into laughter and have fun more than anything.

Who starts the pillow fights: katara!!! she’s got a very competitive spirit and will instigate as many pillow fights as possible against her airbender husband.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: when they’re children, katara does (it’s canon). however, when they grow up and start sharing a bed, aang does.

Who mistakes salt for sugar: neither. they’re both canonically good cooks. and aang’s got such a sweet tooth that he could never mess that up.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: i feel like with three children they’ve learned the art of their NOT waking up their kids. instead, it’s their children that play the loud beeping sound in the middle of the night when they’re sleeping in a modern au.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: aang!!! baby you’re my forever girl, anyone?

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: katara!!!

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: both!!!

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: katara, i feel like even though she’s very good at budgeting, she can’t resist a good scented candle. but i also can see aang as the type to just randomly buy stuff upon impulse for a romantic atmosphere.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: katara draws on aang :D she fills up the parts of his skin that aren’t inked. eventually, he gets some of her master pieces tattooed on him.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: um aang!!!! he’s a magnet collector in my headcanons.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: katara. she’s obsessed with those things.

[mmingooo]

disastrous breakfast ! ෆ⸒⸒ kim mingyu (김민규)

ෆ⸒⸒ genre: fluff, idol au

ෆ⸒⸒ summary: nobody knows about your recent relationship with mingyu, until you bump into wonwoo in his own home.

ෆ⸒⸒ mingyu x gn!reader

ෆ⸒⸒ wc: 1k

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The sun hitting your face wakes you up, the first thing you see when you open your eyes is a sleeping Mingyu.

He had invited you to stay over seeing as Wonwoo would be out and you would have the apartment for yourselves.

You rubbed your eyes, stretched your limbs, and pecked his cheek before rolling out of bed, deciding that breakfast in bed would be a good start to your morning.

As you were sitting up, you felt a warm hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Where are you going~?” Mingyu asked with his eyes still closed, a pout on his lips and a cute frown.

“I thought you were sleeping,” you laid back down and cupped his cheek.

“So you were gonna take that as an opportunity to leave me?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re so dramatic.”

He opened his eyes and gave you an offended look.

“Yah!”

You giggled and pressed a kiss on his forehead, “I was gonna go make us breakfast”

“Oh”, his expression softened and a smile formed on his lips, “You can go then.”

You snort and roll out once again, you walk through the hallway with a smile when Mingyu calls you, you turn and walk backwards to the kitchen while you listen to what he has to tell you.

“Can you bring me orange juice?” he shouts.

“Sure!”

You turn and stop in your tracks when you spot Wonwoo staring at you with big, shocked eyes and a spoon full of cereal halfway to his mouth.

“Sunbaemin!” you exclaim in shock.

You had debuted a couple of years after Seventeen, and had met Mingyu through mutual friends. A few years after knowing each-other, you both confessed and began seeing each other, since then it had been a couple of months, and nobody from your inner circle of friends knew you were dating. And now here you were, standing in front of your senior, with Mingyu’s shirt and short shorts on.

“Uh…” is all he manages to say.

“I- um, I was just…”

“You don’t… you don’t have to explain,” he goes back to eating his cereal, very clearly uncomfortable.

And you stand there, looking around, trying to come with any excuse that would explain why you were standing in front of him, having just come out of his members room in his clothes.

“We uh, ran out of orange juice, by the way,” he says, not looking up from his plate and not moving an inch.

“Oh, um, okay… thank you for letting me know,” you debate between just making breakfast and pretend Wonwoo wasn’t there, go back to Mingyu’s room defeated and tell him to go face his roommate, or simply just running out of the apartment, ghost Mingyu, move to another country and change your entire identity. As you were deciding which choice was best, Wonwoo slowly turned to look at you, and you realized you had not moved since you bumped into him.

Your feet began moving by their own, and for a moment you thought you might actually go through with the last option, but then you made your way into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast.

Thought’s razed through your mind, What was Wonwoo thinking about right now?, Was he gonna tell yours and Mingyu’s company about your relationship?, Did he approve of your love?, Did he even know who you were or did he think you were just some random person?, sure, you had met him before, but anything was possible.

Soon enough, you finished and placed everything on a tray, hoping and praying to anything and everything that could be out there that you didn’t trip and drop everything on Mingyu and Wonwoo’s wooden floor.

But alas, you made it safe and sound, pushing the door open, to find Mingyu sitting up, staring at you with a smile on his face, waiting patiently for his food.

“What took you so long?” he asked, playfully. “I was already beginning to miss you, thinking you would never come back,” he placed a hand where his heart was with a small frown on his lips.

You placed the tray on the bedside table, and sat on the bed, defeated.

“What is it?” his tone switched from playfulness to one of concern, and he rubbed your back comfortingly.

You sighed, “Remember how you told me that Wonwoo Sunbaenim would be out all day today?”

“Yeah?”

You turned to look at him, “I just bumped into him in the kitchen, and Mingyu,” you grabbed his face with both your hands, “When I tell you it was the most awkward encounter I've ever experienced”

His eyes went wide with shock, and then he began hysterically laughing, falling back into the bed.

“Don’t laugh!”, you smacked his arm.

“You’re joking right? woah you’re so funny!, he can’t be here, he wasn’t supposed to come back until later today!” he smiled, fully believing you were playing with him.

You let out a breathy laugh, “I know, it was a good joke right?”

“Very good baby, now pass the tray, I’m starving”

“Sure thing,” you place the tray in the bed and take a bite out of the toast, “Babe, could you please go get my charger? I think I saw it in the kitchen”

“Of course,” he replies unsuspectingly, and a mischievous smile forms on your lips, if he didn’t believe you, he would have to see for himself.

You took another bite and heard Mingyu scream.

“Hyung! What are you doing here?!”

After that, you didn’t hear much, and after a couple of minutes, Mingyu came back defeated, the same as you a few minutes ago.

“I couldn’t find your charger”, he sits back on the bed.

“I know baby, it’s been here the entire time”, you take a sip of your coffee.

“What?! So you just set me up?!”

“You didn't believe me!”

He stayed silent for a few seconds before nodding, “Yeah I guess that’s fair,” he took a bite of his toast.

“So did he tell you anything?”

“No, he just gave me his thumbs up, I guess that means he approves?” he asks.

You nod and giggle, “I can’t imagine what must have been going through his mind when he saw me, I didn’t even know if he knew who I was!”

“Oh he definitely did, I've been talking about you for months, he was probably relived we finally got together,” he smiles.

“He and me both.”

[theladyofdeath]

Better or Worse {Epilogue}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

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A/N: The end. :) Thank you for reading! We've appreciated all the love and support. I'm hoping to start posting a new project soon. Stay tuned!

~ Cassian ~

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I freeze, blinking, and slowly slide my eyes to where Nesta is standing at the kitchen’s threshold, gaping at me.

“What?”

“You can’t have her that close to the stove! What if she catches on fire?!”

I look down to where Evelyn is strapped to my chest, swaddled in the cotton wrap that leaves only her face popping out, her little cheek squished against my chest. She’s sleeping, snoring softly, and perfectly content.

“Nes.” I give my beautiful wife a look as I desperately try not to roll my eyes. “She’s three weeks old. What’s she going to do? Fling herself into the pot?” Nesta opens her mouth to protest, but I go on. “There’s only one burner on, and it’s on low, and it’s the back burner, and I’m letting it simmer. I’m just giving it a quick stir. I can assure you that no infant will be harmed in the stirring of this sauce that will blow your fucking mind. Calm down.”

As soon as those two little words leave my mouth, I know I fucked up. Backtrack. Rewind. The spoon in my hand stills as I clear my throat, scared to even look in her direction. “And…by ‘calm down’...I mean…I love you.”

She approaches, her footsteps light, and she stops beside me. “Be glad I love you too or I’d be tossing your balls into that pot right about now.” 

Pain. I feel physical pain at those words. Cringing, I set down the spoon and turn to face her. She’s not looking at me at all, but at the little bundle of joy we brought home three weeks ago. Nesta’s eyes are soft as she leans down and presses a soft kiss to Evelyn’s forehead. 

We were instantly in love. From the moment she was given to us, we knew that we were meant to be her parents. It’s hard as hell, raising an infant, and although it’s only been three weeks and I know it’s going to get a hell of a lot harder, I have never felt so fucking blessed. 

“Everyone should be getting here soon,” Nesta says, quietly, eyes meeting mine at last. She reaches up onto her toes and kisses me, softly. 

Rhys, Feyre, Azriel, and Elain were all in the waiting room at the hospital when Evelyn was born, but we haven’t seen them since. They’ve given us space to settle into our new roles, into this new life we’ve built for ourselves. The solitude, although necessary and beautiful, has been driving us a little crazy, though. Two days ago, Nesta came to me in tears, partly out of exhaustion, I’m sure, and told me she needed her sisters.

So tonight, I made dinner. 

Evelyn is in a pretty good routine and will most likely sleep for the rest of the night, only waking up to eat, but she can sleep anywhere. I have no doubt we’ll be passing her around so that everyone can get their baby fix. 

They all arrive together, six on the dot, and we greet each other as if we haven’t been all together in years instead of a matter of weeks. I don’t even care that the food has gone cold by the time we sit around the table, too much time being spent doting over the baby for it to stay warm. 

Even cold, it’s delicious, I must say. We eat and talk and laugh, and tell them all about every little detail of the last three weeks. Nyx is smitten most of all, wanting to sit next to his cousin at all times and hold her hand. He’ll be a fantastic big brother and I can’t help but wonder if Rhys and Feyre will have more kids. I know Rhys wants a house full, but he’s not the one doing the hard work. 

Once we’re full and the table has been cleared, we get comfortable in the living room. Elain is holding Evelyn while Azriel rocks a sleeping Sera. I’m convinced the two of them will be best friends and will most likely raise hell together. 

I can’t wait. But then again, yes I can, because she’s so sweet and innocent in this newborn stage that I don’t want that to change. Then again, I can’t wait to watch her grow, to see all those milestones and watch her grow into her own person. 

“Careful, dad, you’re getting teary-eyed,” Nesta whispers, leaning into me and patting my knee. 

I chuckle and pull her closer. “It’s the lack of sleep.”

Nesta rests her head on my shoulder. “Liar.” 

She’s right. It was a lie. I’m overwhelmed, so overwhelmed with love and contentment. We worked so hard to be where we’re at and although it’s not how we originally imagined, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d endure every bout of heartache all over again that led us here, to this, to her. 

Nesta.

Evelyn.

I watch as our family loves on our daughter, watch as our little circle becomes whole. I had dreamt of this, we both had for so long. The fact that it’s now reality is unreal. I feel like I’m dreaming and the fact that I’m not, yes…has me on the verge of tears. 

One must slip past my defenses because Nesta reaches up and wipes her thumb across my damp cheek. 

No one comments on my crying and I feel zero shame. There is no shame in being unimaginably happy. 

“Now I have two cousins,” Nyx says from where he’s climbing onto Rhys’ lap. He scrunches his nose. “When will I have boy cousins? Or a brother? There’s too many girls.”

Rhys laughs quietly. “These girls are going to grow up to kick your butt if you keep talking like that. Especially with these two brutes as their fathers.” 

Azriel snorts. “Cass will have Evie lifting weights daily by the time she’s two. She’ll probably be able to kick my butt.” 

Nyx laughs at this, head thrown back, his giggles loud. 

We stay sitting, talking, reminiscing until even Nyx is snoring soundly in his father’s arms. By the time we finally say goodnight, I’m spent. Exhausted. Can hardly keep my eyes open.

But I don’t care.

Sleep is irrelevant when everything has fallen into place, when every time your eyes are open you feel like nothing can go wrong. We’ve already had our heartbreak, have already faced our trials, and although I’m not naive and know that trials will still come…

I know, without a doubt, that everything will be okay. 

I’m sliding into bed as Nesta lays Evelyn in her bassinet next to her side of the bed. I watch as she stares at our daughter, knowing her heart is bursting with pride and love, mirroring my own. I lay down quietly, my eyes remaining on the outline of her frame in the darkness. 

“She’s perfect, Cass,” she whispers, and those damn tears return. 

“Yeah,” I agree, quietly. “She is.”

She climbs into bed and snuggles up close to me, my arms going around her without a thought. We close our eyes, quickly drifting into the four hours of sleep we’ll be getting, at most, before the soft cries of a newborn fills our silent bedroom. 

Sleep is irrelevant.

Our daughter is perfect.

My wife is the love of my life.

And I am whole. 

[toosillytoolate]

𓇻desert before dinner𓇻

Tetsurō Kuroo x fem reader, sweet and spicy after uni classes, time skip, and AU where he plays volleyball in uni, 1k words

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You hear his keys in the door before you see him as you make dinner in your shared apartment but what you didn't expect was the door slamming behind him. You put down your spoon and wipe off your hands with a sly grin on your face as you go to greet him by the door.

"Hey honey, everything okay?" you ask sweetly as you start to walk towards him. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand, so you knew he only had two classes and practice but even still he seemed frustrated.

"Love, come here," he commands you. As he comes into view he has your texts open and an obvious bulge in his pants. Because you had only had one class today, which happened to be with Kuroo, you had decided to pass your time by teasing him when you knew he couldn't do anything.

Your class together was his second of the day and that's when the teasing started. You had wanted attention that morning but he had left without waking you up and you just couldn't help but make it his problem. Before you had left you put on one of his shirts that you had cut up to make into a crop top, and one of his favorite skirts so that you knew you would catch his attention. In class, you had run your hand up and down his thigh and sometimes a little higher, adjusted your shirt where he could look right down it, whispered to him and passed notes about what you wished the morning had gone like, but all of this was nothing compared to what you did while he was in practice.

"Love, what do you think you were doing," he asks, "Are you insane with the kind of texts you've been sending me WHILE IM IN PRACTICE?!" This was probably the closest to yelling he would ever get to you but he still had a chuckle in his words. It was fair though you had sent him pictures and descriptions that would have even your best friend blushing, and there was no TMI between you two.

"What do you mean?" you ask, feigning innocence.

"Oh really, you want to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Kuroo asks, "I'd love to show and read them to you and remind you of how hard you made my day."

"I'm really not sure what you mean Kuroo," you say fluttering your lashes at him, "All I've been doing is making a delicious dinner for my boyfriend since I got home. The pasta only has a few minutes left so I hope you're hungry." You begin to walk back to the small kitchen to show him the almost-done dinner.

As you walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him. Once you're in his grasp he pins you to the wall and secures you there with a tight grip on your waist. It's tight but gentle, as he was never one to hurt you without your permission. One of his hands runs up your body to your face to force you to look at him as he speaks.

"Y/n, seriously... Stop the act and own up to what you did," he whispers in a low voice, "I promise it will be so much better that way and maybe we can even fulfill some of the fantasies you told me today."

You swear that looking into his eyes almost turned you into a puddle at that moment, but you could never let him win when you were in a bratty mood like this. You needed him to understand what it as like to be home alone almost all day.

"Kuroo, I'm not sure what you're talking about," you manage to giggle out, "I do need you to let me check the noodles or they'll boil over though." You can tell he doesn't like that response from the way he stares down into your eyes, his full of lust and you can tell he's deciding whether to take you right there or let you continue your act and get back at you later.

"Really now? You want to check the pasta more than you want to have your boyfriend throw you on that couch and rail you until sunrise," he whispers in your ear. You can't help it when your breathing falters as his hand travels down your back and pulls on the belt loop of your jeans. You know you can't say anything without your voice breaking so you just stay there trapped in his embrace.

"Come on baby, I need you to use your words. You were doing so good with that over text," he says and his warm breathe sends chills down your back, "I really need you to tell me what you want now or I can't even begin to help my sweet girl, and I know how much she needed me earlier today, but does she still need me that bad now?"

You couldn't help it anymore and brought your hands up his neck and to his hair, where you pulled it slightly giving him the indication that you were just as needy as you had been previously in the day.

"Are you mad about what I did," you ask him, eyes shifting down to the floor in embarrassment.

"Y/n, I could never be mad at you for expressing your needs, even if you were just doing it to tease me. I'll only be annoyed if you keep being a brat now and don't help me out sweet girl," Kuroo's grip tightened around you, pressing you into him and you could feel that his small bulge from earlier had grown. "My baby was just needy and I understand that, but now that I can help her she doesn't want it? It makes no sense to me.." he teases.

"I do want you Kuroo, but I wasn't lying about dinner almost being done," you say almost too timidly. You wanted him more than anything, but you had worked really hard on the pasta and didn't want it to go to waste.

"Then how about this baby," he whispers as he pulls your eyes back to his, "We finish cooking the pasta, but when it's done were turning it off and having desert before dinner."

You can't help but blush. Even after all this time of being together, he knew just what to say to break your bratty behavior and get his way.

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Hey lovely people, I hope you enjoyed my first story and I'm sorry it was bad but at least it's something :) Please let me know what you would like next or if you liked it at all lol

[chemdisaster]

a fanfic based off of @stiffyck's art and the camp camp episode "dial m for jasper". it's a camp camp au, but all you really need to know is that cub is dead and scar isn't okay.

they don't hear you singing to me

It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

Scar has never been so tired.

Scar wakes with the echoes of his dead friend's voice reverberating in his head. 

At first, he tries to convince himself that everything is fine. Dreams about his childhood aren't exactly a rare occurrence, and certainly nothing to worry about. 

The next day, it happens again. 

This time, he follows the voice outside. 

Wisps of memories cling to his fingertips as he treads the familiar path. Reaching the moonlit clearing, he extends his hand and lets them curl and coalesce in the air until they form a silhouette. 

His dead best friend. 

Immediately, Scar's breath leaves his lungs.

Tentatively, he approaches the apparition. 

"Cub?" 

The spirit doesn't answer, so Scar repeats, voice shaking, "Cub?" 

The ghost meets his eyes and Scar shrinks back. Cub gives him a long stare, then his gaze turns sad. 

"Scar, why?"

"I—"

Scar can't answer that. 

A moment later, the apparition drifts away. He supposes he should be glad. He never knew what to say when Cub was alive, either. 

Cub's beseeching look still on the forefront of his mind, he turns around and comes face-to-face with a sleepy Bdubs.

"What are you doing?"

 

Scar screams.

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It's not that he's afraid. No, of course not! It's fine that he can't go to sleep without seeing a dead version of his friend when he wakes up. Everything is perfectly okay. He's fine. 

"The fuck's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Scar chucks his spoon across the room.

Grian continues talking and his fingers crumple the photograph he's holding in his hand. 

He's never been so tired.

"Who's this friend, anyway? Trees and birds don't count—"

"Nobody!" Scar exclaims, clutching at his head, tears springing to his eyes. "I didn't mean it! Leave me alone!" His voice breaks, Cub's face glitches in and out of sight in the place of Grian's, "I'm sorry."

A desperate wail tearing his chest, he runs out of the room. His ghosts follow. 

That day, he stands at the edge of a cliff, Cub's childlike voice in his head, his translucent body swimming in the air in front of him. 

"Cub, I'm sorry," he manages to say past the lump in his throat.

Cub shakes his head, "It's too late."

His voice trails away as he fades out of view. Scar stumbles after him, takes a step forward only for his foot to meet air, feels his stomach drop down, down to the bottom of the ravine, down to the cavern where Cub met his demise—

His back hits the ground. 

The wind gets knocked out of him, but Scar pays it no mind, letting his head fall and looking over to the side. 

Cub's shoes are sitting there, brand new as the day he got them, no burn marks to be seen. 

Scar looks up at the moon, vividly pale against the night sky. His chest shakes with silent sobs and tears soak into his temples. 

"I'm sorry," he repeats. "I'm so sorry."

This time, there is no one there to hear him.

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He doesn't go to sleep after that.

The remaining three hours until the wake-up call are spent staring at the ceiling of his cabin. His eyes are red-rimmed but dry, hands folded over his chest as though attending his own funeral. 

The sound of the door slamming open breaks him out of his trance. 

The kids give him no time to paint happiness on his face, "We found out why you've been freaking out."

Scar freezes. 

"We know about Cub."

When he bursts into tears, there is four pairs of eyes fixed on his pitiful display. The misery settles deep into his shoulders, drawing stars on the inside of his skin, and Scar feels he could die. 

"I'm just so ashamed," he sobs, hands coming up to cover his face. "Cub was my best friend." 

His chest hurts. Hiccuping, he continues, "I made a poor decision. Then I never got the chance to apologise before—"

Through the gaps between his fingers, he meets Cub's gaze. Imperceptibly, Cub jerks his head. Scar gulps. Quietly, he carries on, "—before his parents picked him up." 

Grian, Mumbo and Pearl trade looks.

Grian starts, "I bet if Cub was here, he'd say that it wasn't your fault."

Scar's heart skips a beat. 

"Maybe he'd say that you both treated each other poorly and that he forgives you," Mumbo chimes in, and hope blossoms in Scar's chest.

Cub doesn't nod. 

Scar fancies that he does, anyway.

His wings may be torn and ragged, but he always dreamt he could fly. And today he drowned, but maybe, just maybe, he can still reach the sky. 

It doesn't matter that Cub eventually fades, or that the kids leave not long after. 

Closing the door behind them, Scar looks up and sends the ceiling a two fingered salute.

Of course you would, Cub.

His best friend may be gone, but Scar hasn't been here since that night, either. 

Everything is fine. 

[believingispowerfulmagic]

A Bundle of Joy

Summary: OQ AU. When Robin takes custody of the baby daughter he didn't know he had, he asks his housemate and best friend Regina to help him raise her. They become their own family and their lives start to change in more ways than one.

Chapter 1: FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter 4: Sleepless in Storybrooke

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Excerpt:

"I'm glad the heatwave finally broke," Mary Margaret said, setting two glasses of lemonade down on her patio table. "I hated keeping Neal cooped up in the house."

She sat down as she looked out to where David and Robin were playing with the kids in the pool. Neal splashed around, soaking his father, while Margot was content to play with an octopus as she floated in her father's arms. David and Robin talked as they stood in the water, happy as clams.

"I know," Regina said. "I felt the same about keeping Margot in that hotel room. But she seemed to be okay with it."

"You all could've stayed with us," Mary Margaret insisted. "We have plenty of room."

Regina sighed. "I know but I think it was probably better if we just stayed in the hotel room. We didn't know how long we would be and you know what they say about guests and fish."

Mary Margaret gave her a pointed look. "You would not start to stink after three days, Regina. We would've loved to have you, Robin and Margot for however long it took to get your AC fixed."

"Well, we can't go back and change the past," Regina said. "I think it worked out for everyone in the end."

She glanced over at Robin, recalling the few nights they shared a bed together. Regina missed falling asleep by his side and waking up curled around him. She swore she slept better with him than when she was on her own but figured that was just her feelings for him romanticizing the truth. It was very likely she slept the same with or without him.

But part of her hoped it was true.

"You're staring," Mary Margaret whispered, though it felt like she had shouted it as Regina nearly jumped out of her seat.

Regina slowly turned to her friend, who was smirking. As the adrenaline ebbed, Regina asked: "What?"

"You're staring at Robin," Mary Margaret replied smugly. "What exactly happened in that hotel room?"

"Nothing," Regina insisted, knowing it was the truth. "We just shared a bed together and spent time as family. It was pretty sweet but nothing newsworthy."

Mary Margaret's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer. "I'm sorry, did you saw you two shared a bed?"

Regina swallowed before trying to play it nonchalantly, not wanting her friend to make a big deal of it. "The hotel only had a room with a single bed. It was big enough for the two of us and so we shared it. No big deal."

"Uh huh," Mary Margaret said, tilting her head. "If it's no big deal, why aren't you meeting my eyes and why are your cheeks turning pink?"

"Okay, okay," Regina said, leaning closer and dropping her voice. "There may have been some cuddling going on."

Mary Margaret squealed and Regina hushed her, motioning for her to lower her voice. "Robin doesn't know."

"What do you mean Robin doesn't know?" Mary Margaret asked, frowning. "How were you cuddling then?"

"It happened when we were asleep," Regina explained, recalling waking up pressed against Robin as he held her close. "We must've just gravitated toward each other and snuggled together."

"That sounds really sweet," Mary Margaret said, going doe-eyed. "And you never told Robin?"

Regina shook her head. "He had already been nervous about that happening and making me uncomfortable, even offering to go sleep in our hot house to prevent it. I didn't want him to know that it had happen, even if I was the one cuddling him."

"You cuddled him?" Mary Margaret leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "Tell me more."

"What?" Regina asked, not sure what her friend wanted to know and worried that Robin would overhear their conversation the longer it went on.

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes. "Come on. Were you spooning? If so, who was big spoon and who was little spoon? Or was it something else entirely?"

"Something else entirely," Regina told her, hoping to end the conversation quickly. "I was wrapped around his side and he had his arm around me, holding me close."

"That sounds sweet," Mary Margaret said, sighing dreamily. "Did you feel uncomfortable waking up like that with him?"

Regina shifted in her seat. "No, but I am uncomfortable talking about it here. Robin can get out of the pool and walk up to us. So please, just drop it."

"You can't keep running from your feelings for him, Regina," Mary Margaret insisted. "It will only hurt you and him in the end."

"Now you're just being hyperbolic," Regina told her, almost hissing. "I know you mean well but I really, really need you to stop meddling in this case. Okay?"

Mary Margaret pressed her lips together but nodded. "Fine. But just know that I want what's best for you, Regina. I just want you to be happy."

"I know you do," Regina admitted with a sigh, knowing that in her heart. "I just need you to trust that I know what makes me happy and not to push whatever fairy tale is playing out in your head on me. Okay?"

"Okay," Mary Margaret said. "I just don't want you to look back and regret not giving Robin a chance."

"I'm sure I won't," Regina lied, wondering if maybe her friend was right after all.

[valkyrie-night-103]

I know you've shown it to me before but could you please provide your followers with a bit of information about the esports au? Also, I love you loads!

Love you too, babe <3

I’ve actually developed the esports au a little more, I hope y’all enjoy! My tag for this AU is #a word from our sponsors

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Kenny Omega is a young Canadian upstart in the world of esports, and after winning a large amateur tournament when nobody knew who he was, he quickly gains a sizeable following of diehard fans. In a matter of weeks, he becomes one of the most interesting free agents in competitive gaming, receiving multiple contract offers from some big name teams.

Despite this, all Kenny wants is a match against Kota Ibushi, a shining young member of Dramatic Dream Team, a relatively small Japanese Esport team all about fun and enjoying gaming.

Kota accepts and DDT make the arrangements, and Kenny flies over to have the match. It’s intense, but Kenny loses the best of three. Kota offers his hand to shake and Kenny hugs him.

Kota hugs back emphatically (much to Kenny’s relief) and whispers “good game” which are pretty much the only English words he knows that aren’t profanities. He pats Kenny’s back in a way that he hopes is friendly and not too over-familiar. Kenny sniffles through a strongly accented expression of gratitude— or maybe it’s a congratulations, he’s not sure. But if Kota’s shoulder is a little wet where Kenny rested his head? Well, that’s nobody’s business but his.

DDT brings Kenny back for another match, highly impressed by his showing and notoriety. This time, it’s a doubles match with Kenny and Kota on opposite sides. Kenny’s team wins by the skin of their teeth in a fantastic finish that is so wonderfully executed that it makes Kota smile even as he loses. Kenny offers his teammate a high-five, but he’s too busy talking shit, so Kota intercepts with a high-five of his own. It makes Kenny laugh, and he interlocks their hands before pulling him in for the kind of one-armed bro-hug men do when they don’t know how to communicate affection.

Backstage, he makes sure to get Kota’s Facebook so they can see what the other is up to. And his phone number, so they can keep in touch. And his address, so they can mail each other location-exclusive Pokémon cards.

He barely puts his phone down for the next few weeks, and spends far too many nights staying up late to keep talking with Kota. Every time the message notification lights up his screen, he smiles, even though he knows it’ll probably be another google-translated message that neither of them understand. They quickly find their way around the language barrier, communicating through memes, nerdy references, and stupid selfies.

Kenny is invited to headline a big event in a match against Kota, the first in a best-of-seven to establish their rivalry— but they independently request the opportunity to team with the other. DDT are reluctant, but eventually cave.

It’s a massive success, drawing insane viewership and a clear victory.

Kenny is asked to join DDT full time— and so, he uproots his entire North American life to move to Japan and play in an actual team for the first time. The pay isn’t great, but he’s actually living off his hobby. That’s more than he could say a month ago.

Kenny and Kota quickly become the best young duo in the whole team, though their methods are a little unorthodox. They quickly become best friends, almost from the moment they saw each other. They become inseparable to the point where they start sharing rooms to cut costs when travelling for tournaments.

Eventually there is a booking mixup that results in them sharing a double bed, and when they wake up they realise that they must have moved in their sleep, because they find themselves spooning.

Things are a little bit awkward, but they get on with it as normal. Even so, it’s made something clearer to Kenny- he has a crush on Kota Ibushi. Equally obvious to him, is that he doesn’t want to ruin what he has, leaving him with the delicate balancing act that is being in love with your best friend.

[toomuchracket]

I love the angst but flatmate au has sooo much domestic potential.. movie nights where they cuddle up bc the flat is so cold, its just smarter to not run up the heat!! Making dinner together and dancing around the kitchen, matty being annoying and stealing bites of everything before the food is actually done… accidental sleepovers where the two stay up late in your room listening to a new record and then waking all tangled up together in bed ……….. im so normal about this (also youre so right this is DEF self titled/2013 matty)

absolute yes to all of this... matty runs like a furnace and you're always freezing so snuggling up together is literally the best thing in the world for both of you. also speaking of saving money, matty has absolutely suggested in total sincerity that the two of you should shower together - platonically - and use up less hot water (but then he thought about you all naked and soapy and it nearly killed him), to which you (also nearly dying thinking about watching water droplets run down his chest) responded by saying that the amount of hair you guys both have would clog the shower drain so badly that neither of you would be able to shower ever again, so that was that idea shot down. with dinner, i think you guys have quite a good system going on with knowing who's doing what and when, but matty definitely chances it when he gets impatient and hungry and starts fully eating the food when you ask him to taste it, dancing away from you with the spoon to whatever song you have on (but he's so cute that you can't really be angry at him. besides, he offers to do the dishes).

accidental sleepovers are my absolute fave like he comes into your room one night with an ipod (tbt) full of the band's demos and offers you an earbud to listen and give feedback and it's just so so special for him to see you appreciate and be a bit in awe of these songs he's written (a few of which are about or inspired by you!) and playing with your friends (because of course you know and love the guys). and like after you've listened you just snuggle into him and say "i'm really proud of you, you know" and fall asleep on his chest and he thinks his heart might burst and falls asleep there too. and it isn't really even that awkward the next morning because you're both just so enamoured by the really special time you had the night before that you both kinda just go "aww that was cute" and go about your day as normal (but yearn for it to happen again) <3

[holdmeandhauntme]

OKAY, finally getting around to adding onto this because i have been busy hfbfhfb

(my friend and i have dubbed this the tree au lmao, it takes some parts of lore form a jackienat au another friend and i have as well)

- jackie’s mum made her do girl guides when she was younger, where she picked up the skills to help with tracking directions, map making and reading and general survival knowledge, so naturally after nat is deemed as the group hunter jackie tags along assist

- after shauna moves to sleep upstairs with tai, nat ends up sleeping next to jackie, they fall asleep next to each other and when nat wakes up jackie’s practically curled up on top of her, face hidden in the crook of her neck as she nuzzling into her, meanwhile nats laying there stiff as a board not wanting to wake jackie

- when jackie wakes she’s immediately jolting back from nat, blushing and trying to play it off that she was obviously cold in her sleep so she cuddled up to nat because she radiates heat, meanwhile nats giving her that grin and teasing her about it

- the next morning nat wakes up to spooning jackie, she does not hear the end of it for the rest of the day

- this ends up becoming a regular thing, the pair falling asleep with plenty of space between them only to wake up in tangled limbs, what started as light hearted teasing and flirting turns into hushed good mornings and dopey grins as they slowly start to fall for eachother

- after reading shauna’s journal jackie is absolutely shattered, she’s been in love with shauna for so many years and she’s having overwhelming feelings because not only was she not good enough for jeff, she wasn’t good enough for shauna, she dedicated her whole life to becoming this “perfect girl” who could mold herself to be whatever you needed her to be, and she failed at that

- the night of doomcoming she splits off with travis, where she ends up confessing to him what she read about shauna and her feelings about her and the situation, as well as the new found feelings for nat that have been slowly bubbling to the surface over the last few months, when they leave to head back to the group, it is misinterpreted by the others who think they had sex, which triggers the hunt for travis

- this is the major canon shift in the au where jackie takes javi’s place on the night of doomcoming, watching the others hunt down travis, she flee’s from the scene in fear only for shauna to spot her before telling her to run, stumbling her way through the woods terrified she eventually finds the tree where she ends up staying

- as the high begins to wear off in the early hours of the morning the reality of the situation sets in for shauna, who is frantically tearing around the house which wakes up nat, who has to basically hold her back from going off into the night to search for jackie, instead offering her that they’ll look for her first thing in the morning and pulling her in for a hug before they settle down next to each other her to sleep

- they spend the next several weeks going out in search for jackie while they hunt, both of their morals and hope slowly slipping as they days go by, as scared as nat is she does her best to remain strong for shauna, becoming her source of comfort and hope, while also taking care of her and helping out with her pregnancy, nat moves upstairs to sleep with shauna, eventually they swap to the bedroom the further along shauna get’s and nat didn’t want to leave her side so she sets up her blanket and pillow next to her bed

- they both suffer from regularly occurring nightmares about jackie, waking up in cold sweat and choked sobbing, it sort of became this unspoken thing that the other person would open their arms up and help the other back to sleep, playing with the others hair or brushing their thumb on the back of their hand

- shauna who is normally an excessively jealous person when it comes to jackie finding herself unable to be upset with nat’s devotion and feelings for jackie, shauna watching her go above and beyond every day, if she isn’t out hunting and searching for jackie then she’s fussing over shauna, doing her best to tend to her, eventually running herself into the ground and one day almost collapsing as she’s getting ready to head out, shauna’s ushering her back to the bed and telling her that she needs to rest, coming in to check on her every few hours

- she comes to join her on the bed, playing with her hair while she watches a sleepy nat adoringly, nat is subconsciously leaning into her touch with a little smile

- while out hunting one day nat stumbles upon jackie, dropping her gun to the ground and sprinting towards her to meet her in a crash tackle hug, tears spilling down her face as she holds her close

- when nat brings her home shauna is immediately throwing herself against jackie, clinging onto her for dear life for fear that she would loose her again if she let her go

- after the initial reunion there is the underlying tension between jackie and shauna due to what jackie read in the journal, she ends up talking to nat about it, who talks to shauna and manages to convince both of them to have a conversation about it, thankfully with nat’s help they manage to work out the better part of the issue and agree to focus on their future and not dwell on it to much

- when shauna is giving birth jackie is sat by her side holding her hand and doing her best to provide her comfort, meanwhile nat is kicking into gear and assisting misty with trying to deliver the baby, when reality set’s in there’s this pit in nat and jackie’s stomach as they exchange looks between themselves and shuana who is currently fading in and out of consciousness

- nat and jackie end up taking shauna to the room afterwards to get some more privacy while they console her, laying down with her and giving her gentle touches of reassurance

so anyways here is an au run down of events! i’m gonna add some little hc ideas that i have for it in another post because i feel like this one is getting a bit lengthy

might of just cracked the fucking code on how a poly relationship between jackie/shauna/nat would work and i am SO FUCKING HAPPY OH MY GOD

[bangtangalicious]

nexus (m) | part 0

premise: a shocking murder prompts a corrupt detective to insert himself within your elite circle of friends. behind the bright casino lights lies a twisted web of dangerous alliances, illicit affairs, all driven by an insatiable lust for power. play your cards right and you might survive. but even if you get lucky, the house always wins

summary: in an effort to celebrate your final days as a bachelorette, you head out on the town with your best friend. amidst your shenanigans, you run into a mysterious and alluring man who knows a little too much for his own good

pairing: ot7 x reader smut ft: jungkook x reader

genre: smut pwp thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime!au elite!au

wordcount: 5k

warnings: explicit smut, oral sex (m), degradation, public sex, hate sex, slowburn, sexual tension, alcohol, drugs, slapping, rough handling, spitting, choking, slight gaslighting, slut shaming, power dynamics, dom!jungkook (and he’s mean but its hot), kidnapping, blindfolding/restraints (during kidnapping), rich people doing rich people things, unedited bc im lazy ope

taglist: @raynom @gimmythatjib00ty @yoshiure @greezenini @victoryscreech61 @tbzhubrecs @namjooningelsewhere @sugarcoffeemochi @jiminie-08 @jinssexytoe @kooookie @only4sana @pinkcherrybombs @taeslarityy @natalie-rdr @mageprincess7 @hopeonysus @bibbykins @sameifnn @shadowmoon21 @juliemae80-blog​

a/n: thank you so much for your patience <3 this is a super fun, sexy mystery which is very much slow burn so stick with me ;) i hope you enjoy this, think of this like a preview, just setting up things for the real story which will begin in part 1! 

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 ⟶ 7 days before the murder ⟵

A soft fluttering ran through your core. A longing ache, eyes fluttering open towards the man soundly asleep by your side. His rusty orange hair sprawled out, fluffed against the pillows with parted lips drooling ever so slightly. The lazy smile grew on your face, pleasant tremors soaring through your chest as you reminisced the night you had just had. Yoongi was always sure to fuck you good, through and through. 

Careful not to wake him, you slipped through the silk sheets. On your bedside table, a tiny silver spoon tilted next to spilled white powder. An empty bottle of tequila, and a few questionable looking pills.  

Grabbing a robe from your closet, you quietly crept out into the hallway. It never got old; the majestic view of the long columns by the twin marbled staircases, all leading towards the grand foyer, decked with fine art and impressive statues. The Kim manor—your home for the last ten years. 

And down the stairs you went, your bare feet clashing against the cool stone beneath them.  Heading into the kitchen, you were hardly surprised to see the fully suited man, sitting carefully at the glass table. A small bowl—concoction of who knows what—and a cup of coffee. Americano. Routine. All next to his laptop, where his eyes remained steadily focused, typing away with a rhythm. Thin-rimmed glasses on the edge of his nose.

“Good morning” You leaned over the kitchen island, taking care to ensure that your robe slid just a tad lower than appropriate. “Namjoon” 

His fingers stilled momentarily as he looked up at you, a bored expression on his face. 

“Put some fucking clothes on” Judgement written all over his face as he scanned you up and down. 

“I could,” You shrugged, opening the double-doored refrigerator, allowing the icy-cool air to send goosebumps across you. A refreshing contrast to the pent-up heat tickling between your legs. Scanning the items, you grab a bottle of Figi before kicking the door shut with the back of your calf. 

“If you promise to take them off of me later”

Namjoon folded his glasses, tucking them into the top button of his tight-fitting shirt. His pronounced pecks bleeding through the fabric. Standing up, he buttoned his blazer, before shutting the face of his laptop with the swift move of a single finger.

“He’s coming home” He informed you, watching intently as you unscrewed the water bottle and brought it to your dry lips. “Taehyung”

You choked. The water in your throat suffocating your breath. Coughing, you set the bottle back down, doubling over yourself. Namjoon simply folded his arms over his chest.

“You know what that means right?” You glared at him incredulously, lungs tight, unable to catch a breath. Of course, you knew what it meant. It had been a day you dreaded ever since you turned eighteen years old. “The engagement is being set for next week”

You could scream. You could cry. You could attempt to vocalize the billions of thoughts running rampant through your already aching head, but there was no use. The Kim family had taken you in many years ago, and never asked for anything in return. Aside from this one very thing—a promise. To wed the youngest heir of the family. Kim Taehyung. 

You might have been okay with it. Marrying into the family you adored and that treated you like their own wasn’t the worst thing. Except that you hadn’t seen Kim Taehyung in a decade, not after he left for boarding school abroad as a child—being dubbed as troublesome. Not after he allegedly decided to stay for university. Never calling, never visiting, never sending so much as a postcard. 

“I don’t want to”

His body neared yours, brushing past just briefly as he set his dishes in the sink. Your knees numbed, his mere presence making you want to fall to your knees in surrender. “Lay low this week. I’d rather not my baby brother have to see his fiancée whoring herself all over the tabloids when he arrives”

“Fuck you”

He didn’t react. He simply left you there in shock. Your whole life was about to change and it was entirely out of your hands. A bitterness swept through you—resentment building in your veins. Your fists clenched.

“Hey,” Once the door closed, you turned to see Yoongi sneakily trot his way into the kitchen. “You okay?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “It’s nothing. D-don’t worry about it.” Sighing, you trailed your hand up his bare chest, tracing the ridges of his abs up over the crease of his collarbone and his neck—until you cupped his cheek in your palm. 

“I’m gonna fuck you in Namjoon’s shower, come on” 

 ⟶ 6 days before the murder ⟵

Darkness. In your chest, a pulsing fear—bubbling up with the hopes of catching a breath. Only to be suffocated by the tight cloth, nipping at the edge of your lips. 

You could hardly hear. Reluctantly, you surrendered to the coarse hands that gripped your wrists, dragging you as though you were merely a sack of rice. With ease your assailant tossed you into a vehicle. The scent of fresh leather, intoxicating. 

The engine roared, vibrating through your core as you tugged at the scratchy roped binding your forearms. Fond of cars, you recognized the sweet growl of a V8 engine, and your heart steadied for a moment. 

Your family—the Kim’s—had prepared you for situations like this. Don’t talk. Don’t fight. Call me, and I’ll find you. The words came echoing back like a mantra. And yet, you were afraid. But honestly it wasn’t the current reality of you having been snatched clean off of the lone streets as you made the walk of shame, tripping over your own heels on the way home from a wild night of cocaine, dancing, and perhaps an orgy, although—truth be told—you couldn’t quite remember. The thing that scared you was the time. The time that you were losing as you were being driven off god knows where. 

Time. You chuckled bitterly to yourself. Like sand slipping from your fingers, you couldn’t afford to be kidnapped, not now. Not when in a few mere days your life was set to be collared and leashed. 

Your whole life had been bound by decisions entirely out of your hand. For the most part, the money, status, luxuries of your life made it easy not to get too caught up in the desperate dread of your existence. Your mother disappeared when you were a child, and heroically the notorious Kim family, known for their vast array of casinos, resorts and properties took you in as their own. The price of their charity being their rules. Their games.

The Kim family loved games. And you were almost certain, that this was just another one of those very games. As the car gave to a rolling halt, someone opened the door, guiding your step. They were too polite. Too kindly in their touch to truly be kidnappers. Not a hand had been lain on you. Not a cruel word spoken. You were protected, and the Kim’s did just that—they always protected you. 

You felt a sudden gush of wind, making you tremble. Last night’s party outfit was all you had keeping you decent. A tight, holographic, bralette contrasting the leather skirt at your hips. Strappy heels, dragging sharply against the rough concrete as you blindly followed in lieu of your fate. 

It was loud. Rhythmic whirring of what sounded like a plane. Was this an airport? Your palms felt clammy. Mind juggling the probability of a genuine threat versus another sick, twisted prank done by none other than—

Your blindfold loosened. Quick to adjust to the bright morning sunlight, your gaze fell upon a familiar face. The cloth in your mouth, slipping out moments later.

“Kim Seokjin, you motherfucker”

He smiled—a charming smile. One that you were so used to and yet, seeing it always made you feel elated beyond explanation. 

“Scare you?” He motioned to the men behind him, dressed head to toe in black suits, to undo the tied on your wrists. 

“No,” You glanced towards his men, “They should be more rough next time” Jin chuckled, taking your hands into his own. His eyes were sparkling with mischief, alight with excitement.

“I wanted to surprise you,” You followed him cautiously up the steps to a long and sleek black plane, adorned with his family emblem on the side in a metallic gold. He had a matching tattoo on his chest, barely covered by his halfway unbuttoned designer resort shirt. “You like it?”

“Uh, yeah”

Jin chuckled, “Good. It’s yours” Stepping into the plane, you marveled at his preparations. A flight attendant handed you both a glass of champagne as you scanned the cabin, filled with liquor, snacks, and an array of designer dresses.

You blinked rapidly. “You bought me a jet?”

“I was thinking we might take this baby for a spin” Jin turned, grinning widely. “One last weekend. You and me. What do you say? Let’s go fucking wild”

Chest glowing with warmth, you nodded, tossing yourself into his embrace. He looked down at you, the back of his palm to brushing against your face fondly. Eyes scanned over you with great interest. You knew him well enough to know exactly what motivated the gesture. He must have heard about Taehyung’s return. He wanted to get your mind off of things, knowing you’d be anxious. 

And fuck if it wasn’t the exact thing you needed, after aimlessly drinking your sorrows away with strangers in a club. 

Popping a few buttons of his collar he pulled you into your seat. You watched quietly as his wrist twisted to pop a bottle of champagne. The liquid poured, slim and smooth up to the rim. Meeting his eyes for a moment, he handed the glass to you. 

“Cheers” Raising his own glass, he touched it against yours before bringing it to his mouth. “To family”

 ⟶ 5 days before the murder ⟵

You knew Kim Seokjin better than you knew yourself. Growing up, he had always been your closest friend. And that, frankly, wasn’t always a good thing. Just as you leaned against the side of the car at your favorite nightclub, glancing over at Jin who was busy tongue twisting with a woman perched on his lap like a docile fucktoy—another by his side, whispering words that clearly pleased him. His eyes met yours briefly. Just briefly. Almost as though he was suddenly reminded of your existence. 

It was typical behavior for him, except today—today it was royally pissing you off. The thin glass in your hand shattered, gin and tonic spilling every which way. But you could care less. Brushing the shards against your deep red velour dress.

“Bit dramatic, wouldn’t you say” Turning, you gaze landed on a man dressed head to toe in black. His body was immensely impressive, broad muscular shoulders and chiseled abs bleeding through his tightfitting turtleneck. Loose chrome chain on his neck, tattoos sprawled over his fingers which aimlessly traced up and down the stem of a martini glass. 

You sneered at the stranger. “Mind your own business, asshole” He raised his eyebrows, before following your gaze to where Jin was. 

“Ah, Kim Seokjin” The man’s voice dropped, a spiteful tone lacing his words. He downed the final sip of his martini, savoring the familiar burn down his throat. The air buzzed with energy, people moving around, dancing in the heat of the night. A grin tugged lightly at his pierced lips, “So you’re the Kim family whore I’ve heard so much about”

Brows furrowed, you spun to look at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m curious…” The man flashed a barely innocent look at you—his eyes round and tempting, almost devilish. “Y/n L/n, the Nexus heiress. Mommy goes missing but it’s okay when the Kim boys are obsessed enough with you to take you captive. Do they take turns? Take you all together?”

You slapped him clean across the face. 

Touching his tender cheek lightly, he rolled his tongue against his jaw, tilting his head with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.  

“Feisty” He scoffed, before grabbing your wrist and twisting it behind your back. With a sharp push he smashed your chest against the bar counter, causing his drink to spill over, allowing the shattered glass to pierce into your skin. His nose traces along your neck, behind your ear where he whispered naughtily, “I could see why they’d want you”

Letting you go, you jumped away from him, brushing the shards off of yourself as you wiggled your wrist. 

“Who the hell are you, and why do you know so much?”

“Jeon Jungkook” The man stated simply. He paused, smiling slightly at the way you were fuming, “Congratulations by the way…heard you’re getting engaged”

Your blood ran cold. The public didn’t know. Namjoon hadn’t made any official announcements, and Taehyung’s name always remained out of the media’s claws. 

“I’m guessing, not by choice huh?” Jungkook gave you a pitiful look. “Why, you’d rather get with Seokjin over there?” He nodded in Jin’s direction. Your eyes switched between the two men, one who was paying no attention to you whatsoever, and the other, eliciting something so incredibly eerie, you weren’t entirely sure if you should be scared or intrigued.

“I don’t know who you are” You said steadily, “I don’t want any trouble. I’m just here to have a good time and celebrate my own final days of freedom, so Jeon Jungkook—leave me the fuck alone”

The man laughed as you stormed away, pushing through the crowd towards Jin’s booth. Heart pounding louder than the electric bass that shook the walls of the club. Your ears numbed out, fists clenched with a myriad of emotions you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Instead, you slammed your palms onto Jin’s table—looking straight at him.

He didn’t even notice you. Not until you grabbed a fist full of hair belonging to the woman making out with him, grinding into him like a desperate whore. Yanking her back you finally spoke:

“Jin” 

He smiled upon seeing you, motioning for the women to excuse him. He curled his finger, beckoning you to sit by his side. Sliding into the seat, you leaning against his warm chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“You’re still sober?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I’m not about to drink alone” You pouted, smacking him lightly, “You said tonight was about me, but as usual, all you care about is getting laid” Jin grinned at your words before pinching your cheek.

“Hey” His hand landed gently slid around your waist. He giggled as you turned to meet his eyes, nudging your cheek with his nose. He held you close, so close you could melt into his warmth. Lips trailing over your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you. I’m all yours now,”

His fingers slid up to cup your jaw, tilting your face inches from his own. He stared deeply into your eyes. For a moment you felt breathless, unsure if it was the alcohol swimming in your veins, or the deliria from the dizzying encounter you had just had earlier. 

His free hand slid over your neck, tracing the thick diamond choker displayed across your chest. “I like this. It brings out your eyes”

“Of course you do, you gave it to me” You pushed him off, folding your arms over your chest. 

There was so much left unsaid in these delicate moments spent holding one another’s gaze as though it would shatter if left to fall away. Neither of you would admit it, yet both of you knew.

Deep down. You always knew.

“Why are you letting this engagement happen Jin? Why aren’t you doing anything to stop it?” 

The look in your eyes was desperate. Pleading. You knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you addressed the weighted tension that had been growing over the past week, counting down the days before Taehyung’s flight would land.

“You know I can’t do anything. Namjoon dec—” 

“Fuck Namjoon” You screamed, pushing against his chest. “I’m so tired of Namjoon deciding how all of us fucking live our lives” 

Jin mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t quite hear it, but it sounded like agreement. He paused for a moment, as though he were contemplating something. 

“Princess,” He sighed, “I’m gonna need you to just trust me on this one okay. I know, Namjoon is…controlling. But I promise you—” His eyes glistened with sincerity as he cupped your face “It’s the only fucking way you’ll be safe. The only way we can keep you safe from what’s coming” 

“But—” He pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you before he cradled your head into his chest. 

“Come on, Y/n. It’s just Taehyung. He’ll be good to you. There’s no reason to be afraid. And,” He inhaled sharply, pulling your head back to search your eyes as though he had all the time in the world “You won’t lose me. Ever”

Something stirred deep within you. Almost like a sense of dread, a warning that every word he said just then—was a lie.

 ⟶ 4 days before the murder ⟵

When you woke up the next morning, Jin was nowhere to be found. A simple note on your bedside table—

Out for a run. Try not to be completely drunk by the time I get back ;)

After freshening up, you stepped out of the hotel suite, taking the elevator down to the lobby of the five star resort that Jin had picked out for the two of you. It was beautiful, except for the fact that you felt completely and utterly numb. Jin’s words the night before had hardly been comforting. You had gone online, tried your best to find anything about the man you were about to get engaged to. Even a fucking picture would have sufficed, but your efforts proved futile. 

The elevator slowed to a stop, opening on the 9th floor. Your eyes flickered up, to be met with the intense, bitter stare of Jeon motherfucking Jungkook.

“Are you stalking me?” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. His hair was rough, ends slightly wet as though he had just taken a shower. He smelled so fucking good—it overwhelmed you. Your lungs suffocating as the elevator doors slid close, and he maneuvered himself next to you, leaning back causally with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his grey joggers. His arms were exposed, allowing you to see the exquisite ink decorated his god-like figure. 

“Yeah” He answered blandly. “Saw you finally got your boyfriend’s attention last night after all.”

“He’s not—” You stammered, face flushing as Jungkook smirked. “Whatever, I don’t have the patience for a bitch-ass like you”

“I just don’t understand how you sleep at night” Jungkook let out a dramatic sigh. The elevator reached the lobby, doors sliding open as he stepped in front of you, “Knowing that that family is responsible for destroying so many people’s lives” 

“You’re just jealous” Clearly Jungkook was not expecting your comment. You raised your eyebrows at him in amusement. “I know your type. Hating on anyone who’s fucking successful just because they have money and status. But really you’re just projecting”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed with a deep rage. It was as though a switch turned in him, firing up the blood in his veins. The edge of your lips quirked, almost as if you were daring him. Taunting him to see how far he would go to get what he wanted.

“Jealous?” He grabbed your jaw, yanking you towards him, his thumb hard against your chin so that he could see the veins on your neck bulging. Pushing you back, he slammed his fist into the wall next to your head. His breaths were heavy, fanning over you as anger seized him. “I fucking hate your kind. Especially that motherfucking Kim family” His words spit onto you like acid, making you flinch with every syllable. 

You examined the angry man’s face. There was something so honest—so raw about him, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. You timed your breaths with his, suddenly at a loss for words. No witty comeback, nothing. Just a warm pulse in your chest, a nervous tremble in your limbs and a slew of dirty thoughts wondering just what would happen if—

And then his lips were on yours.

Desperate. Hot—fueled by whatever hate you had drawn in him and it was ecstasy. Fire crawled over your skin behind the rough trace of his hands over your sides, grabbing at you feverishly.   

You groaned in surprised, before clenching your eyes shut, kissing him back with every ounce of power. His lips were as soft as you had hoped, so incredibly sweet as he grazed his teeth over your flesh and swallowed you into him. Fingers lacing with yours as he dragged your arms over your head.

A deep growl left his throat, vibrating against you, only making you weaker to his advances. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough—you definitely couldn’t. Losing yourself in him, you tugged at his hair, wanting him to kiss you everywhere and more—your neck, your shoulders, your chest—just aching for him. 

Annoyed, he parted from you shakily, eyes blasted with a dark sheen of lust. He smacked his lips before gripping your jaw, digging his nails into you as he tilted your head back. He stared at you—predatory in a way as to decide how he wanted to ravish you next. Next thing you knew, his hand slid to your nape, grabbing the back of your head tightly before pushing you down to the lobby floor.

“H-here?” Slapping your cheek lightly, Jungkook tugged your mouth open, leaning down to spit directly into it. Shame burned all over your face, especially as you heard him coo at you, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as though you were some pet. 

“Aw, are you worried one of your Kim boys will find us, hm? See the slut you really are—oh sweetheart, trust me” He leaned down to whisper against your eyelids, “They already know”

You shot him a nasty look, which only fueled him. He gripped your neck, pulling your face into his crotch where he thrust his hips wildly. 

“Go on then. I’m sure you know exactly what you’re doing. How many blowjobs have you given those three boys huh?” 

“I’ve n-never—” 

“Did you not hear me?” His palm smacked against your cheek, this time, harsher. Frustration boiled within you, nevertheless, you obeyed. You didn’t know why—but somehow you found yourself wanting to surrender to him. Punishing yourself, getting what you deserved. 

You pushed his thighs open, tugging at his joggers so you could discretely pull out his aching length. Meeting his eyes again, you spit down onto his tip, rubbing the moisture in with your nimble hands. Working his length up and down, not once taking you eyes off of the lust-stricken man.

“Don’t have all day, sweetheart” After tugging at his cock for a while, you finally placed your lips slick around his tip, hallowing your cheeks as you filled up.

“That’s it—fuck—there you go” Jungkook groaned, your tongue tracing along his veiny shaft, wrapping around him and sucking. He felt so good, stuffing you deep down your throat, gagging all over him as you bobbed your head back and forth. Loving him down so fucking well.

“Can I fuck you baby? Will you let me have you?” His voice turned into a delicate whisper, just for a moment. You felt breathless. Suffocated, as you nodded softly. Groaning, he molded his lips onto you again, tugging and pushing against yours in a blended harmony as he pulled you back onto your feet. You could feel him press into you—hard and firm, rolling into you with the slippery fabric of your shorts holding him back.

You whined, unable to separate from his mouth for even a second—as though he was the air you so desperately needed to breathe. Jungkook ignored your whimpers, instead hooking his fingers underneath your tank top, allowing it to slide seamlessly down your figure. Chasing after it with the hot blaze of his lips. He wrapped his tongue around your breast, leaving sweet, prominent kisses. Teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh under which you squirmed with pleasure.

He sighed, breath scorching against your skin. You arched your back into him, fingers tangled in his black locks as he continued to suckle you fondly. His tongue on your neck, behind your ear, swallowing your delectable moans as he touched you all over. His hands magic, bewitching your every nerve. You could feel his desire pressing against your heat, the friction so good.

Yanking down your shorts, you felt him line his cock up at your quivering pussy. He traced the slick folds, teasing you, making you twitch underneath him. Slowly he pushed in, loving the way your cunt swallowed him in, inch by inch. Warm and tight—exactly how he liked it. You cried out in ecstasy, gripping onto his shoulders as he slowly dragged his heavy length out, then sharply thrusting it back in.

Your moans harmonized. Sweet cries of each others names, muddled between curses. He moved into you so good, rolling his hips in an angle that had you seeing stars. He pushed your hands above your head, fucking into you at a steady but forceful pace. 

It was obscene. Shameful, as your eyes began to wander over the empty lobby. There you were, directly disobeying Namjoon’s orders—fucking a stranger in public. All it would take is someone to send him a picture, and you had no idea the hell he would pull on you.

The thought alone made your pussy clench.

Truth be told you needed this. So badly you could hardly fathom. Sweat dripped from Jungkook’s forehead as he continued to piston in and out of you, so sounds of wet skin soft yet prominent enough for you to blush at the noise. You could feel the pressure building. It was far beyond anything you could handle.

“Fuck—" You screamed, senses sent over the edge as you claimed down on him tightly. Jungkook cursed loudly, quickening his pace as you came, fucking you through the high.

Bursting deep inside you, he slowed his trusts, kissing your forehead before roughy shoving you back until your back slammed against the wall, leaving him gasping. Forearms on either side of your head, hanging his own down to catch his breath. 

And then you felt your soul leave you. 

The faint echo of applause filled the otherwise barren lobby. 

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. 

Jungkook wiped the slick sweat from his forehead, smirking at your stunned face before tugging up his joggers. He turned, eyes falling right onto none other than Kim Seokjin.

“Oh my God” Your voice wavered. Jungkook watched carefully as you stumbled back down to your knees, tugging your top back over your breasts in an effort to reclaim your decency. “Jin” No fucking way. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in interest, watching as Jin crouched down in front of you, pulling off his running hoodie before sliding it over your head. The garment fell to the tops of your thighs. He smiled warmly, much to Jungkook’s surprise.

“I’d say good morning but it seems you’ve already had one,” Jin joked. A scowl grew on Jungkook’s face, fueled in part by the way Jin raised your hand to his lips, tenderly kissing them before standing back up. Reluctantly he shuffled through his pockets for his. elevator card. “Come Y/n, it’s our last day out here so I made some plans for us”

Guiding you back into the elevator, Jin stalled himself near Jungkook to whisper something into his ear. You watched the subtle exchange between the two men—the knowing nod that Jin passed onto Jungkook, whose jaw clenched. 

Waving, Jin followed you into the elevator, heading back to the room where you were certain you were about to get an earful from your best friend. 

 ⟶ 3 days before the murder ⟵

The subtle ticking of the clock rang in Jimin’s ears—perfectly offbeat to the quickening throb in his chest. His thumb on the edge of his gold-plated letter opener—a gift from one of his longest clients. In front of him was a single, crisp hundred-dollar bill, adjacent to a handful of small orange pills. Perks of the job. 

After a quick glance to his watch he took the blade, crushing the pills into a coarse powder. Rolling up the bill he paused, contemplating. A sharp buzz came through his speakers—

“Mr. Kim was your last patient Dr. Park, you’re free to go,”

He grinned inwardly, quickly lining the roll up to the powder. His heart steadied. One. He inhaled sharply—two. Three. His heart jumped in his chest, muscles on his shoulders relaxing as he brushed off the remnants from his glass desk with a slight flick of the wrist.

Sometimes Jimin wondered if studying so hard that his blood would run dry was worth it. He really did, especially as he stared at the cream walls behind his patients. It wasn’t that he hated his job—he didn’t. It was by far more entertaining than anything else in his life. It was the humor of it all. How he’d dedicated his life to empower and help people.

And here he was. Learning the most twisted, darkest thoughts of the richest people around. Criminals? Not quite. Not technically. But Jimin knew enough to have each and every one of them behind bars. And behind bars is where he’d be—if he were to utter a word. A fact he was reminded of time and time again.

Jimin always took great interest in his patients. He liked to tell himself it was part of the profession, to take the improvement and success of each and ever single one of his patients personally. He invested in his patients. In their complex, often dangerous lives.

Lately things had been more interesting than usual. Jimin leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk. Pen twirling in his fingers. 

“I’m taking the next few weeks off, cancel all my appointments” A naughty grin plastered on his face. 

“I have an engagement to attend”

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